I’m a sophomore in high school, about to move on to my junior year, and although I don’t really want to, the days always go by, and the only fun in high school life seems to be found in the female students.
Today is Saturday, a very ordinary day, I went to school early in the morning as usual, scanning the road for young girls as usual, at fixed intersections there will be fixed schoolgirls appearing, at which places the steps of the footbridge from the bottom to the top of the skirt can be seen in full view… This is all familiar and flow of life drops.
Every day, I looked forward to crossing a particular land bridge, which students from the nearby commercial school had to cross under school regulations, and the dresses I wore in the summer brought anticipation and joy to passersby who were also going to school.
As usual today, I intentionally looked up as I passed by. A group of young girls in white light-striped uniforms with light blue skirts were talking and laughing as they walked up.
Some of the people inside the blue dresses have safety pants on, while others are wearing plain white underwear. Makoto Beauty.
I don’t know why, but whenever I see young girls, I feel happy. I have always believed that young girls are the essence of the spirit of heaven and earth, filling the world with hope and joy.
When I arrived at school, our school was an ordinary high school, but of course there were girls. The classes were co-educational, and I was in the social group, so naturally there were more girls. There was no need to attend the same dull and boring classes, but it was fun to roam around the school and see the scenery of the young girls.
In a class with a lot of girls, as long as the appearance is not too ugly and the personality is not too special, it’s easy to be pursued, but those who will come to be interested in themselves certainly can’t be expected in terms of posture.
Every other week there was a second day off, and Saturdays, when there was school, were half days as a matter of course. The school had made it compulsory for the whole school to wear uniforms on Saturdays, which suited me just fine. I always wondered if the principal’s hobby was the same as mine. I always wondered if the headmaster’s hobby was the same as mine. I also liked to see schoolgirls in uniform.
It sure is nice to have a day when the whole school is in uniform for viewing.
The penultimate class period before school was sweeping time, and our class was assigned the outside sweeping area of an old classroom that was inexplicably deserted.
It was the classroom we used in the first grade, but when the new school building was built after the second grade, the old classroom was reduced to rubble, and it was rare for anyone to come near it, even dogs and cats. Why do you sweep it? I don’t understand.
After English class, I lifted up my chair and took a broom and dustpan to the area I was responsible for sweeping and started to mingle. All the sweepers except me were girls, and I was happy to roam around freely as they chatted in a group and no one was in charge of them.
Seeing a strange yellow suspected ladybug on the ground, I idly followed the bug. As I walked, I heard a voice coming from the old classroom…it was a girl’s voice. It was the voice of a girl.
Last year, there was an incident in the school where an unknown person tied up two girls in a deserted place and attempted to rape them. At that time, I regretted that I didn’t see it, or else I could have at least seen the naked and tied up girls, right?
Unoccupied old classroom -> The maiden’s lament… really gives a very interesting space for association, and at that moment I sneakily start to look for the source of the sound.
Starting from the first room on the first floor, I searched through…then to the second floor…and in the classroom on the second floor, I saw a much more exciting, though a little different from what I had imagined, scenario.
Two young girls are hugging each other, one of them is slightly attractive while the other one is mediocre, I haven’t seen them before, they’re schoolmates, right? There’s no way I wouldn’t have remembered if I was in the same grade, and I don’t think the older sister would have looked this young. Moreover, it seems that this year’s freshmen like to wear their hair in a big clip at the back, as opposed to the sophomore girls who like to tie their hair in two strands and hang it at the back. These two are exactly the standard senior dress.
The buttons of the uniform were unbuttoned, underneath the light green uniform was a white torso and a bra that had been torn aside, the more attractive schoolgirl was sucking on another schoolgirl’s earlobe, their legs intertwined and their bodies squirming close to each other.
Usually sweeping the floor but never thought to come to the second floor of this kind of place to see, today is earned, in the future must also often come! After turning the thoughts, in any case, it is better to look down.
Earlobes were sucked schoolgirl cheeks flushed gasping, hot days in the stuffy classroom two bodies just sticking, will be hot indeed not difficult to imagine.
Within moments, the target of the sucking shifted from ears to nipples, and the sucked schoolgirls slipped their hands up the skirts of the more attractive schoolgirls to fondle them.
The two thighs were clamped to each other and kept moving, the dark blue pleated skirt was already in disarray, and the panties were pulled to one side of the thighs.
The two of them are caressing each other’s bodies, their hair hanging over their shoulders and brushing their faces, and they seem to be in a trance, letting out grunts of pleasure… According to the general plot of novels and HGs, shouldn’t I show up at this point and then go down on them?
I really want to do this, but I’d rather finish high school. If something like this went wrong, I wouldn’t be able to play anymore. So when the bell rang, the girls gradually stopped their intense game and I returned to class.
The last is a study session, rare not scheduled exams, the tutor has also gone home, no one cares about us, we feel free to have fun. Full of mind just saw the beautiful scenery, originally intended to do things can not be done, only to randomly find someone to chat ghost.
Sitting in front of me was a woman who enjoyed flipping over to annoy me over nothing, which was just the thing to use to pass the time at a time like this.
Suddenly saw someone reading manga, casually grabbed a copy over, it is H-manga, the kind of small book a little thick black cat library type, just suitable for me to read now.
Flipped through…it’s the typical female teacher story, ugh. I’m not interested in female teachers. I only like female students.
Since no one was in charge, it was almost time for the school gates to open and the people dispersed.
Since I wasn’t in a hurry, I stayed around the classroom and looked at the young girls who were carrying their backpacks and preparing to go home. This year’s first grade backpacks are dark green, not as nice as our second grade black backpacks, but they look good with the light green uniforms. I’m getting more and more convinced that the principal and I share the same hobby.
There was a water fight in the class next door. A bunch of people splashing water around, boys and girls are having fun, the girl who was splashed by the water directly into the transparent clothes, tightly attached to the body, under the clothes of a glimpse.
Since there’s no rush, I’ll try my best to watch. The quality of teenage girls in the class next door is quite high, much better than ours. Most of the girls in our class are not good, only a few are very special. And the single most beautiful girl in our class, it’s fair to say that she’s the class flower, is now on the water play bandwagon, and it’s no surprise that she’s always been very lively.
In the sunlight, the water splashes against the backdrop of the leaping, transparent girl’s body wet, hair disheveled, but still giggling and leaping. A moment of fascination. It was beautiful.
After nearly half an hour, they finished playing, those who had brought a change of clothes went to the restroom to change, those who hadn’t left soaking wet and frolicking, and I left the school satisfied.
No one was home on Saturday, so on the way I hung out at the bookstore and went behind the department store to enjoy the view that the winds from the building brought. I wonder why there are always strong winds near the building? Anyway, it’s a good thing.
Three state high school students walk by, skirts flying up, with an extra pair of pants on underneath, yuck. But the legs are pretty. It seems like all the national high school students have prettier legs? Are they still young, so they haven’t started to thicken up yet?
I walked into the bookstore and started reading Murakami’s “The Subway Incident”, a book of interviews with Sarin’s victims, and after standing in the bookstore a few times, I’ve almost finished it. There weren’t too many schoolgirls in the bookstore at lunchtime today, so I read a couple of books and left. I went to the fast food store to pick up a lunch and went home.
I went home, ate lunch, read a novel, went to the station, slept, and then started packing my bag for the library.
The final exam is coming up soon, and I’m going to be in the third grade after this exam, so I have to be aware of that. Last time I came in 13th place, so this time I want to try to get into the top 10, and going to the library is important because there are a lot of young girls there, and anything weird can happen.
I remember once being in the men’s restroom on the first floor of the library and realizing that the door was locked and there were girls’ voices inside.
Bored, I turned off the light from the outside, then a junior high school girl poked her head out and turned on the light, then went back and locked the door, and the sound of girls’ voices continued to come out of the restroom. Still bored, I was determined to find out what was going on, so I circled around the outside of the library and peeked in through the window, and what I saw wasn’t too surprising, but it was a guy from a high school making out with a girl from my alma mater. The little girl was quite pretty and didn’t seem to be inexperienced.
Looking at the white uniform and dark blue skirt, a standard national high school student dress, and her dress can be seen as a third grade. Because the first and second grade uniforms at her alma mater had been changed to red.
Short schoolgirl head, somewhat petite body trembling under the caress of large hands, clothes in disarray, the senior placed her on the floor with her feet spread wide and her hand went up and down between her thighs.
The little girl’s head was moving up and down, so I guess it was pretty comfortable. But why did this kind of thing have to take place in the men’s restroom of the library? There’s a park right next to it, wouldn’t it be nice to go to the bushes? It’s a damn shame to have people watching from here.
The senior tried to pull the little girl’s panties down, but she stopped him. I don’t know what words were said through the window, but all in all there seemed to be no intention of playing further with him.
The senior’s face became a little harder, stroking her a little faster, and licking and nibbling at her with her tongue, and finally their movements stopped and the little girl played with the senior’s sex with her hand, and I walked away with little interest in a male orgasm.
It was one of my strangest memories of the library, and I haven’t seen anything like it happen again since then, but I still go every day… after all, I’m there to read… I can’t keep expecting the unexpected.
But reading is reading, and there is no harm in looking around while reading. As the exam season approaches, the number of young people studying in libraries has increased dramatically, and there is no shortage of seductively dressed young girls in the heat of the day.
It seems that a lot of girls like to wear very, very short shorts this year? This kind of dress cuts off the pleasure of looking at the skirt and the anticipation of what’s underneath, but it’s also very satisfying to look at the beautiful legs.
I sent my classmates to take up a seat early this morning, so I came over in the afternoon and sat down directly. Left and right to see, directly in front of the two girls in civilian clothes, fat a little, not much beauty to speak of, disappointed originally intended to focus on this study … but found himself sitting on the right side of the real is a beautiful girl.
Just came directly into the seat did not pay much attention, now suddenly see under, is stunning. Of course this level of beauty is not rare, just rare to meet sitting next to their own is always a good thing.
Long hair cape, wearing civilian clothes, is somewhat deliberately emphasize the figure of the kind of a little tight top, with a very short denim skirt. Short is short, sitting in the seat, I still can not possibly see inside. As I said earlier, it’s not bad to look at the legs. They are beautiful calves, thick and slender, wearing thick sneakers with bubble socks, which are worn by many people these days. I like to look at a girl’s face before her legs.
Look at the face to determine posture, look at the legs to understand the body, and stare nonchalantly at anything that looks good. We don’t know each other, all I can do is just appreciate her beauty. The bag is green, placed diagonally to see the name of the school, can not think of any nearby school is a green bag, after thinking for a while to continue reading.
Read is geography, because Monday’s quiz will be a breath of test three classes, the teacher’s own teaching progress can not control but have to force the students to read a lot of books at the end of the desperation of this behavior is very incomprehensible, but geography is not too difficult, two hours after the Huanghuai Plain all the way to the Loess Plateau to the Hexi Corridor swept away from the Shanhaiguan Blue Pass Dasangguan went to the Yumen Pass, the book is finished.
Finished reading and started idling. Continued to look around. By this time the young girl next to me had gone and started looking off into the distance. In fact, places like libraries are really nice, and if you just want to enjoy the sights of young women, instead of wandering the streets, you can sit in a library for the day, and often the people who come and go can be invigorating.
From junior high school, high school, senior high school, and five colleges to universities, there are really all kinds of female students, and you may see them in all kinds of dresses.
Going to the restroom. A closer look at the walls of the men’s restroom in the library reveals a lot of interesting things, ranging from political partisan curses to solicitation of intimate same-sex lovers. More interesting, though, is the women’s restroom next door, just one wall away. The wall separating the men’s and women’s restrooms in the library is not attached to the ceiling and is actually quite short.
The portion of the building that is not to the ceiling is separated by one of those wooden windows with blades, which of course cannot be moved.
Because of this, often hear some strange sounds from the next door, in all attracted reverie, so I have always been interested in the world of a wall, but of course I can not directly into the women’s restroom, so want to peep next door is still not very easy, because as long as a probe, then the entire men’s room will see what you are doing.
I’ve been thinking about overcoming this technical difficulty for a long time, and my usual ramblings in class have always included this as one of the topics of my ramblings. One day I thought of it, and tried very hard to do it, and that was about a month or so ago, near the time of my second midterm.
What comes to mind is the periscope I played with as a kid. Putting a lens in a curved tube in a curved area and using the refraction of light to accomplish the effect of seeing something at the other end of the tube.
Of course no one will notice a small pipe in the toilet, but a single pipe can fulfill the big task of communicating between the men’s and women’s restrooms.
I don’t know if the sight I saw at the time needs to be described in detail? Anyway, I got my way, and after I was satisfied I no longer had such a strong desire to be next door.
Almost six o’clock home for dinner, eat and then back to the library, I wanted to read the state language, but could not read it, took out the prepared novels to mix until nine o’clock and then left.
Although my home was close to the library, it was after nine o’clock when I reached home because I had gone wandering in the streets again on the way.
As is customary, I went up to the station, casually played with the computer, played with the puppies, fed the turtles, and finished all the chores before settling down at the desk and starting to write a letter.
The letter was addressed to a classmate in junior high school, a young girl who I recognized as my god-sister back then. She was a pretty little girl. Although she was in the same year as me, I still liked to think of her as a little girl from the point of view of her appearance to her mind, after all, I am not old.
We used to have a crush on each other in junior high school, but it didn’t work out because we were too young at the time. Anyway, after a gap of more than a year of no contact after graduation, we suddenly got in touch again.
She had a boyfriend, and I tried very hard to help her as much as I could with her life’s quandaries and listen to the odd worries that belong to teenage girls.
I usually say very little, so when I get a call I hardly have to speak, I just listen quietly and respond when necessary, taking care of the mood.
Yesterday, I received a call from her saying that she was having problems getting along with her boyfriend, and I wrote three sheets of letterhead analyzing the state of her and her boyfriend purely from my point of view, telling her to make plans for her own life.
After writing the letter eleven o’clock, eat a snack and then on the upper station, at one o’clock to go to bed.
The next day I spent the day in the library, with no special encounters, except for some eye-rolls and annoying conversations between an intimate couple across the table that made it impossible to concentrate on my reading, and a headache in a seat too close to the air-conditioning, so I had no choice but to casually read a summary of the Chinese language and the national curriculum and then concentrate on watching the young girls around me.
There were no particularly stunning objects on this day, but I did notice that there were an unusually large number of girls wearing red t-shirts with blue shorts today. There were probably more than four or five of them at random. It’s not a particularly beautiful outfit, but it’s rare to see so many people dressed similarly on the same day.
On Sunday evenings, I tend not to be in the mood for reading, so I leave the library early at 4 or 5 and go out on the street as usual. I know it’s boring, but there’s not much I can do for leisure at a time like this, and it’s always nice to walk the streets.
In the corridor of a road near the library, I saw a man and a woman embracing each other in the same way again, and not only embracing each other, but both of their bodies and limbs moving at the same time. Both were wearing uniforms, in fact I’ve always wondered why so many people like to go out in uniform on holidays. Anyway, the pair of men and women I saw now, one was from a certain high school, the same school as the one that played with the junior high school students in the toilet before, their uniforms were exactly the same as our school boys’ uniforms, except for the color of the top which was a light blue slightly different from our light yellow, the styles were exactly the same so it was very recognizable.
And the girls were students of a nursing school, wearing a one-piece light blue set, and I rather liked the girls of this school, mainly because their uniforms were still dresses in winter, which was like a clear spring in the desert, although in summer the elegance was sharply diminished, but I still liked to look at them.
They were the second most popular group of girls in the area after the commercial jobs near our school, and I loved them too. Come to think of it both school uniforms were light blue, do I have a light blue fetish? I’m not sure.
Boys and girls from these two schools were often together for some reason, and were known to be often seen near the library, and were often up to anything, just not so easy to see when they were so exposed in such an obvious place.
The girls are quite pretty, and the girls at this school tend to have a certain amount of poise, which is one of the reasons I would appreciate it.
Body slightly less good, legs a little thick, but still not lose the beauty, a head of long hair has been a little disorganized, slightly trance-like, eyes slightly narrowed, think it is intoxicated in love.
The two kissed deeply, face close to each other, body tightly embraced, the boy’s hands in the girl’s body restlessly moving, the girl is slightly resistant to gently push the hand away, but then go to ring the boy’s waist again.
Kissed about half a minute, the man began to lick the girl’s face to the neck, biting her earlobes, unbuttoned chest and kissed the upper part of the chest, both hands and at the same time in front of the chest rubbing, kissing her hair, kissing her eyes, extremely caressing things.
After a period of time the boy suddenly crouched down, poked his head into the girl’s skirt, the girl’s legs spread wide and wiggled to struggle, the light blue one-piece dress has been propped up by the head, the inside of the pure white panties full of wrinkles, the boy’s tongue on the top of it all around, the girl let out a meaningless yelp, suddenly pushed the head away, said something, the two embraced each other and left, leaving inexplicably dumbfounded I was.
In the street quickly shake no longer, go home, the evening nothing, look at the TV, the TV has appeared on the North One… Jingmei’s young girl, although less to go to Taipei, just look at it is also good.
After watching TV and taking a shower, I went to bed early to watch and start reading graphic novels to get ready for bed since I have school tomorrow.
Early Monday morning, I rode my bike to school with the same painstaking unconsciousness. The road from home to school is simple, it’s at the beginning and end of a long main road, so all you have to do is look at the traffic lights, go->stop->go, and try to watch for schoolgirls.
And I am more accustomed to find a person who is also a cyclist, follow him to ride, if he walks, I walk, if he stops, I stop, so as not to have to judge and think according to the road conditions.
And it’s certainly more fun to find girls than guys to do this kind of thing.
Still today, I quickly found someone to start following closely. It’s a girl from a commercial job near our school, and since I’m following from behind, I can’t see her face, and since I don’t know her and won’t get to know her, I don’t look at her intentionally.
Just by looking at the body and legs it’s pretty bleached, and the hair is the kind of head a normal schoolgirl would wear, probably for an end-of-semester checkup, right? It’s not particularly long.
In the heat of the day behind the white uniform has a piece of sweat stains have not dried, sweat-soaked hair in the cycling wind fluttering, black pleated skirt from time to time with the wind bulging, but were hastily pressed back.
The same school girls, on my way to school one day, I saw a small skirt walking together, which walked in front of the young girl her skirt was hooked by the bag but did not know, all the way from the back to keep lifting the skirt of the state continue to move forward, behind her classmates, right? But just walking together as if nothing happened, chatting and playing. Under her skirt was part of her ass covered by her white panties. It was a beautiful sight at the time, but there was nothing special about it when I described it in words.
Arrived at the school, took a good look at the pickets in front of the school and rushed straight in. The picket club at our school was of no quality at all last year, and the average person wouldn’t even look at it, but with the addition of some schoolgirls today, the quality of the female picketers at our school has greatly improved.
That said, I did notice one thing…it seems that the quality of the girls in R.O.C. 71 is quite high? As for me, I’m a member of the Information Society.
Arriving at school early in the morning, I found a girl’s uniform and skirt on my seat. Puzzled, he didn’t move at the moment and went straight to his seat, pressing the uniform and skirt behind himself.
Only to see the class flower ran over to take away the dress in a hurry, it turned out to be she had a water fight the day before yesterday to take off there to dry.
It’s true that my seat is by the window, but why did you take my chair and use it as a clothesline? Never mind, there’s nothing I don’t like about giving it to her to use.
Early in the morning to take the test, but the temporary flag so do not do, nothing will take out the newspaper began to read, began to gossip with the neighborhood, began to do some meaningless things mixed up with the end of the morning study.
Flag-raising is also a great pleasure, the whole school girls gathered to enjoy, a large piece of green uniforms neatly painted, under the uniform of the body and face to play with their own flavor. So I don’t hate flag-raising, and it’s not impossible to understand the mood of the school that likes to raise the flag.
At the end of every class today, I wandered into my old classroom from that day, hoping that something good would still happen, but instead of seeing anything, I picked up a green ribbon on the floor. I found a green ribbon on the floor. At that moment, I treasured it and collected it. As for what I collected this for, I don’t know.
I tried very hard to find out the two schoolgirls on that day, and searched hard in each classroom of the first grade, and quickly found them, their classrooms were not far away from us, and the two of them were in the same class, but after I found them, I still couldn’t do anything about it.
Just a little more understanding is never a bad thing.
There are two consecutive math classes in the afternoon, followed by one period of physical education, and then you can go home after that.
I was dizzy and delirious in math class, and it suddenly rained in gym class, so I had to hide in the gym to see the girls playing badminton, jumping around and screaming, dripping with sweat, it was so cute.
The library had a public holiday on Monday, so I didn’t have to rush to get a seat, and since it was raining, I wasn’t going to ride my bike home at the end of the school day. I’m going to try to squeeze on the bus.
Squeezing a bus can be a lot of fun, but it takes some luck, and anyway I headed for the school square, where the buses were parked in rows, with some anticipation.
From the year I started school, there was a rule that girls got on the bus first. Only after all the girls were on the bus did the boys get on. In a way it was a bit hard, but it also meant that as long as the boys got on the bus, there was a bus full of girls waiting.
So even though this policy is much cursed, I still appreciate it. After all, respecting women over men is also quite to my liking, and from this I’m even more convinced that the principal and I share the same tastes, ha.
Today arrived a little late, hard to squeeze on the door can only stand on the door of the step, standing in the same step there is a schoolmate, everyone can not move…