Private School Girlfriends

Converted by WaywardOne

High on the hill, the stately old buildings stood like ancient monuments to tradition. The clouds moved quickly across the midwestern sky shielding the Roman stone faces only momentarily from the late summer sun. There was no hint of the coming autumn except for the laughter of girls who greeted each other after their summer vacation. Even though it was still sweltering of August heat, the girls knew that summer was over and there would be precious few moments remaining of the freedom they had enjoyed since mid May. It was Sunday before the first day of private school. Today was arrival day and parents brought their teenage girls, loaded down with bags and boxes. Some brought in their computers and all brought stories of what they had done with their summers. For the returning students, it was a time to get reaquainted. For new students, it was the beginning of a new life and for the uninitiated, the beginning of a tough academic regimen. And other rites as well.

Thirteen year old Karen would be able to handle the academics. She was prepared for that in any case. The rites of this girls' school...well she was unprepared and unexpecting. But she would do fine. Karen did not arrive with her parents...for her father was not able to be there to settle the girl into her new surroundings. Instead, Karen arrived in a taxi after a long ride from the airport to the nearby city. Thirteen is a little young to handle the first day of school alone, but she could handle a lot of things. The red haired, freckled face was younger than most high schoolers but she knew how to handle herself. She strode into the school's office, presented herself, found where she was to put her things and she took them to the dorm herself.

There, she met Diane...her roommate for this year. After the formalities, and after Karen had taken the remaining bed, desk, and closet left by Diane, the girls explored the campus. Right away, they learned they had two things in common. Neither arrived with a parent and both had never gone to a religious boarding school before.

St Ignatius is a small Catholic high school located in a rural town of a midwestern state. Of the 160 students, most commute to school but there are about 35 residential girls who live in the school's last remaining dormatory. Economic times are tight and enrollment in the residential program is less than half what it once was. Only Roberts Hall, the one modern building on the half-century old campus, remains open. The other two dorms, cold and drafty are closed and have been converted to other uses. Of the 35 residents, nearly half are foreign students and the rest are upper class girls whose parents didn't want them to interfere with their lives or middle class girls whose parents live and work overseas. In all cases, the high school dormers live an institutional life and their real families are not their blood families, but rather other girls similarly situated.

The brochures that St Ignatius sends to parents portray the campus as one of rich tradition, discipline, and heritage. The stately buildings play prominently among the color photos which parents see and those who send their children here expect the school to ingrain those values in the students. But despite the traditional promotion, St Ignatius is no longer a bastion of values now past. For no matter what the structure, the students form the makeup of any school in the nineties.

Times have become more liberal. The students of St Ignatius tend to party hard, to sneak out, attend local keg parties and some are heavily involved in drugs--at least the older ones. Only scholarship, under the guidance of mostly middle aged clerics, remains as it has always been.

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By the third week of school, the students were deeply immersed into their studies and they had learned their place in the social strata of the student body. The two new girls were becoming fast friends--not that they have all that much in common but because becoming friends with each other was better than having no friends. Karen and Diane were nineth graders--freshmen--in a segregated world where underclass students had no class at all. This being their first year at St Ignatius, they were put together in a room at the end of the hallway. Only two other freshmen were dormers, both middle eastern students whose parents supplied them well with oil money. The upperclass dormers tended, at first, to shun freshmen or else to harrass them. Clearly, the American newcomers were not welcomed into the group and they were pretty much on their own since the overseas students on study visas tended to stick together in their own clique. That made Karen and Diane fast friends as well as roommates even though their backgrounds were quite different.

Karen's father was a career naval submariner, an officer who then raised his daughter alone since the girl's mother had died last winter. St Ignatius solved the executive officer's problem. Diane, on the other hand, was the only child of an old moneyed couple from Baltimore who spent most of their time spending their inheritance abroad. The Catholic school's boarding program likewise solved a problem for them as well. Neither of the girls were prepared for institutional life but they had no choice in the matter.

Adolescence is a time of a great deal of change in a girl's life. Not only does she cope with the loss of family but also the loss of childhood innocence. Innocence is replaced with growing up, growing into maturity and when girls do it alone, they find their way as best they can.

At St Ignatius, there was little talk about lesbians other than the usual adolescent jokes. The Americans laughed at them and took great care to put forth the most conservative image at the school. Social ways of the overseas students, being what they were, probably tended to ostracize the foreigners. For Asian girls felt quite comfortable hanging on each other, even hugging much like American schoolgirls do. Whether the overseas students were sexually involved with each other, no one else knew. Or much cared.

For the local students who lived at home with familes, social outlets were easier. Their lives and friends were well established long before they entered the girls' high school. But for the American boarding students, there were no such roots and that's the way it often is at private schools, especially religious ones which tend to isolate them from normal hetero- sexual relationships. The segregation does not necessarily mean girls will turn to each other for many girls will experiment with each other anyway. But the isolation tends to encourage it. And Diane and Karen were no exception.

Freshman year was the first time Karen and Diane had ever lived with other girls for they had lived at home before...Karen with her mother and Diane who had lived in an upperclass mansion until her parents decided they wanted to travel. The girls were literally thrown together in that room at the end of Roberts Hall and pretty much ignored by the rest of the students.

The bravado of the others bothered Diane who had learned more than a year before in Baltimore that sex with girls was far better than no sex at all. She'd learned from a close friend back east all about mutual masterbation. But she was very careful at St Ignatius and for more than a month, she even waited quietly for Karen to go to sleep before she silently fingered her own pussy in her bed. Diane was an average looking girl of 15. Her shoulders were slight, and her breasts were developing well for her age.