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St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
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117 Chs

The Mature One

It was already established in my mind that in school I was a woman among a school full of immature children. Tomorrow, however, it wouldn't be just the freshman class any more. The rest of the student body would begin their first day of the new school year and that would present more challenges (and opportunities) for me.

I was snuggled up on the sofa with Donna eating popcorn and watching a movie and discussing what I should wear to school when I got a text from Freckles letting me know she just got home from work (it was 9:30 at night) and she would begin on my algebra homework immediately. I texted her back saying "good girl" then told her to pick up some nail polish for me on her way to school in the morning - something I'd let her do my nails with during lunch. Or maybe even first period.