Ophelia, part two

There was no mistaking it. Even from this distance, the familiar perfume with which the stocking was impregnated reached me over the heavy scent of garden flowers, teasing my nostrils far more than they did and setting me all a-tingle. Of course, the smell wasn’t the only reason for that! My mind was whirling out of control and my heart had started to pound, at the unimaginable thought that even now Jessica might be undressing just a few feet away from me!

The other stocking landed beside her twin sister. Now I knew for sure. She had said she was going to take a dip, my fevered thoughts reminded me! Who knew what that meant, or what the girl was going to do now?

An intolerable pause followed. I could barely contain myself for impatience. Come on, Jessica, I thought over and over again, how long can it take to slip out of a skirt or unbutton a blouse? Why did girls always take so long over this? But at last, with a soft rustle, what was unmistakably a short school skirt landed on the grass. A white lace-edged half-slip drifted down after it.

By now I was whipped up into a state of excitement that felt totally unbearable. When her black garter-belt rattled lightly onto the skirt and petticoat I honestly thought I was going to explode. What else was she going to take off? One of her shoes flew out next, apparently kicked idly away, and then I couldn’t stand still any more. But the very next second I was held mid-fidget, and could do nothing but gawp.

One of Jessica’s slender willowy legs emerged from the out of the shrubbery. It came home to me all at once how seldom I’d seen her with her legs bare, only ever when she was playing some kind of sport in fact. To be suddenly alone with the pale skin of her perfectly-shaped ankle, calf and thigh, free of skirt and stocking and suspender, thrilled me all the way through. Dangling from the toes of her little foot was her other dusty black flat-soled school shoe.

I heard her giggle, and she quickly pulled her leg in again. To a boy who was going up the wall to see more, not less, this was insupportable.

“Jessica!” I burst out in a hot flare of indignation, before I could stop myself.

She giggled again. “What’s the matter?” asked her voice, familiar in its mocking amusement. “Getting a bit interested in what’s going on back here, are you?”

I flushed all over, ashamed of my outburst and annoyed with her too. “I don’t like it when you tease me like that, please come out!” I cried in agitation.

More tinkling laughter, and her leg came out again, this time only up to her knee. She wiggled her foot about and then whipped it back out of my sight again. It didn’t matter what I said, I thought to myself furiously, I was powerless! This little Missy would do exactly what she liked, even if it meant playing with my feelings until I could barely stand it!

“Keep your pants on, I’m ready now!” she then sang. The leaves and branches finally began to part. My heart leapt into my mouth…

And there she was. Jessica, slim and beautiful and raven-haired, wearing nothing but her thin white school blouse and her silvery silk panties with pink lace and bows. She was a sight straight out of my most fevered dreams. There was no way I could say a single thing. All I could do was stand dumbly and stare.

Standing there so half-dressed, and without a trace of self-consciousness, the girl looked at me in a superior way. “Stopped you whining about a teacher finding us here,” she observed with touches of contempt.

I knew I had to say something in reply. Blushing all over by now, I gulped to get my speech under control.

“Are…are you doing this to show me the prize again?” I just about managed to ask her.

Jessica looked amused by the state she’d put me in. “Still no touching!” was all she said. This was something she said sweetly to me at least once a day, but it was true I’d never needed the warning more than I did right now.

She sauntered barefoot to the pond. I followed, though my legs were quivering so much I could hardly walk. My heart was skipping every other beat at the sight of her bottom in shimmery silk, visible below the fluttering hem of her blouse.

“Remember, you’re only allowed to watch,” the girl warned me again, then holding her hair above her shoulders with both arms slipped easily into the pond without hesitation or fear. She lay there full length, immersed all the way up to her neck. Carefully she arranged her shiny black tresses on the bricked edge of the pond, so all was safely out of the water, then lowered her arms in too.

“Just don’t touch the hair!” Jessica sang at me in amusement. It was part of the theme tune to an annoying cartoon she sometimes let me watch with her. That had been one of the most coveted thrills of my life up to now, but it was nothing to this. Soaked through in the pond, her blouse had gone completely transparent. I was looking at a view that every boy, every last boy at our school, would have given anything to see. And as if that wasn’t enough, the pond was fast going to work on her underwear too.

“You’re blocking the sun,” Jessica complained, though she sounded half-asleep. “Lie down.”

Snapping at least partly out of it, I obeyed at once and lay flat down on my front. Round and round in my head whirled the image of the lovely girl, pale and white in the water, with nearly every last curve and detail on show as the ephemeral mists of her blouse and the green pondweed floated about her. I couldn’t believe I’d seen it. It was more than I’d ever dreamed.

It was only very slowly that I began to regain my awareness of other things, the kind of things that made me rather less ecstatic, as I lay with the grass in front of my face and felt the pollen tickling my nose. It occurred to me how hot I was, in full boys’ school uniform with the sun beating on my back. A garden-bug crawled up my underpants through the leg-hole of my shorts and prickled me maddeningly until I was finally able to shake and kick the horrid thing back out again. I began to feel jealous of Jessica, with hardly any clothes on and all cool and relaxed in the pondwater. And of course, I could never get comfortable lying face-down anyway, even without Jessica having an effect that made my position doubly painful. All I could see of her now was her face, that beautiful face in full profile, happy and completely at ease. Jealousy stung me again.

END OF PART TWO