Doc Sherwood
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Dejection
“Well, you didn’t do too badly,” Artesia said meekly. I almost preferred my unbearable little cousin when she was teasing me, to when she was saying things that simply weren’t true! “I wouldn’t exactly call Sally shoving her…her knickers in my face for half an hour not doing too badly!” I flung back.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
4-H-N's Secret
4-H-N had that sand-in-her-hair feeling that came of a day at the beach, even though they’d spent the day roaming vapourous fens that were more cloud than land. Now paving-stones sang with lingering heat on the gentle uphill climb back to civilization, while this out-of-the-way system’s sun mellowed slowly over dusky trappings of brick and arch.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Keep-Away
He was the kind of boy who couldn’t stand being teased, and this had been a whole morning of teasing thanks to the girls and their netball team. They were all cheeky smiles and show-offy confidence and little netball skirts – the very opposite of what he was like. The girls may have been the younger team, but they’d sure made the boys feel small today!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Stardom
They interviewed us after the game, or rather they interviewed Heather, who was the one they were interested in. The one question I was asked was "What did it feel like to lose to a girl?" which happened to be something Heather herself had already asked me! It wasn't very nice to think my embarrassment and helplessness were going to be splashed all over YouTube.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Pink Plaid Fun
The girl in the extremely short pink plaid skirt leaned slightly forward over the desk to deposit her library books. That motion made her skirt pull up, and the sight I'd been going frantic over since first setting eyes on her was finally before me. The knickers on top of her fishnet stockings were black.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Isobel
I couldn't have been madder at Isobel if she'd had a thumb and forefinger down the front of my underwear all through the first half of our game, and had been tweaking and tweezing and jiggling me that whole time. At half-time we took a rest, plonked side-by-side in court chairs. She was drinking from her water-bottle, making me feel thirsty.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Tag!
I felt my heart skip as a breeze lifted the light blue pleats of the girl who was walking ahead of me. That'd teach her to wear a skirt that short, even if she happened to be a pretty princessy sort! I saw the panties she was wearing underneath her sheer stockings, and went weak. Little white cotton ones, seriously? She was perfect!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Crossed Wires
I'd tried hard to concentrate on our computer science lesson, but it was no use. I just had to message our Class Monitor because I was desperate to go to the bathroom. The Monitor sat with her back to me on the other side of the room, and the rest of us weren't even allowed to leave our chairs without her permission.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
The New Boy
Wednesday mornings we girls had Double Games with a nearby boys' school. We travelled there by bus, wearing our blazers awkwardly on top of our gym kit. Canvas skirts flapping against our half-bare butts felt funny after spending the rest of the week in petticoats and stockings. We felt exposed, riding a public bus dressed like that, and we knew there was a danger we’d end up more so. It was a bit scary, but exciting too.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
