The one thing that most makes my 18 year old body happy is to orgasm. I love to shave my little pussy smooth with foam and a sharp razor and then moisturise my inner pink cunt lips all over my mound so that it's so soft to touch. When you run your fingers down my stomach towards and over my vagina it feels like silk. I take such pleasure in my own pussy because, when you've been in education at an all girls boarding school since the age of 11, you have to learn how to have some fun. One has to find how to pleasure yourself just to survive the sexual frustration throughout school, as us girls rarely had access to boys.

As our hormones raged throughout our teens the male teachers often became objects of lust. My dorm and I would often discuss these teachers at great length. While we're lying in bed in our shared dorm most nights just before we fell asleep, we'd debate which teacher had the biggest cock. Whether Mr Davies our Physical Education teacher had as fat and as long a cock as it looked underneath his sports kit. Did the tall skinny art teacher have a long thin pencil penis as his trouser bulge would suggest? What did Mr Jones our headteacher look like under his suit? Often I would also imagine the female teachers undressed too, consider whether they hard large or small nipples under their bras, whether they shaved their pussies just like me or whether they had a nice bush of curly hair hiding their slit.

When we lay there speaking so filthily it was obvious to me that all of us in the dorm would start becoming aroused, turning each other on as we discussed such sexual things with each other. In the night time shadows I would sometimes notice one or two of the girls duvet covers moving as they played with their own pussies. As head girl, I was in charge of the behaviour of my fellow girls but this situation always put me in a quandary. I considered whether I should mention it to them. They should be sleeping and instead their muffled, panting breathing could be heard by the other girls, keeping us awake. Keeping me awake. I would have been such a hypocrite if I had told the girls off for it, seeing as I would always lie listening to their movements while frantically rubbing my own swollen clitoris. I would find myself even closer to orgasm with each noise I heard from the other girls. I wonder if they ever heard my low moans into my pillow as I came thinking of them masturbating in the same room as me, at the same time as me.

Throughout school since age eleven till now at age eighteen, we stayed with the same dorm mates . As we grew older and developed we really got to know one another more and more intimately. We spent many late nights discussing our developing boobs, bra sizes, our crushes on boys and our sexual desires. I knew for instance, that Angela often liked to wear no underwear to feel the breeze on her pussy. They knew I shaved my own pussy and once or twice I'd been asked for advice by the other girls on how to perfectly shave their pussy lips smooth without missing a patch.

Lately things had really heated up in my dorm. My closest friend Jane had bought me a vibrator for my 18th birthday. When I opened it Jane made out that it was a joke gift and the whole dorm giggled. Lots of chests heaving with laughter and I couldn't help but glance at all my school mates breasts jiggle and shake. There was many mischievous looks passed between us.

We stayed up late on my birthday and luckily neither head teacher nor matron noticed the sounds. He could be a very strict head master and I would hate to get into trouble and endanger my Head Girl status. My parents were so proud of me. Our posh boarding school had such strict rules and regulations on how we should act and what we should wear. I have always been very good at playing to the rules, on the outside. I put on a good act, good enough to have been made head girl. But, Oh how I misbehave underneath the good girl act.