Room 2D

From Blushes 48 ‘Has anyone told you yet?’ Samantha said. ‘About the attic room? If you commit any misdemeanours here you get sent to the attic room. For one or two nights. Jackie will tell you. She’s been sent there. Mr Clayfield is very keen on blondes, isn’t he, Jackie?’ Jackie coloured slightly. She was a blonde, with short, neat, butter-brown hair; not as spectacularly blonde as the new girl’s curling, shoulder-length platinum locks. ‘You’ve been as well, I seem to remember. It’s not only blondes.’ Samantha was darker, though equally attractive, with petite, gamine looks. ‘What’s this attic room?’ Diane asked. ‘What’s wrong with it?’ The other two exchanged glances. Samantha said, ‘Nothing’s really wrong with it. Not the room as such. It’s… well you could say it’s haunted. A nocturnal ghost is liable to visit you there. In fact it’s guaranteed.’ Jackie smiled. ‘Yes. A very substantial ghost. He must weigh about 14 stone...

From Blushes Supplement 29 The sun had been shining brightly when she set out but now half of the sky had clouded over. Glancing up she thought it might rain. The forecast had been for rain later but with the bright blue sky it hadn’t seemed possible. Fortunately, to be on the safe side, she had brought her plastic mac; it was in the basket of her bike together with her books. And anyway it wasn’t far to Mr Janford’s. Mr Janford was her tutor. She pushed harder on the pedals: this slight hill marked approximately the mid-way point from her house to his place. It was cooler now, the sky darker. It was going to rain. She had on a thin, sleeveless top and full skirt. Pedalling had made the skirt slide high up on her bare thighs. Just as she got to Mr Janford’s it started: large splats of rain on her bare forearms and her thighs, wetting her thick, shoulder-length honey-blonde hair. Gasping, she fumbled with the gate, then half-ran al...