Priceless (standard:mystery, 2398 words)
Author: Hulsey	Added: Jul 20 2002	Views/Reads: 4722/2864	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Gemma a fifteen year-old schoolgirl goes to desperate measures to get attention from her teacher unaware of the tragic consequences that lay ahead.

Gemma Keegan, an insecure fifteen-year-old girl, sat cross-legged and
listened attentively to Mandy Parker, who boasted of her sexual 
exploits. Gemma, a redheaded, immature girl with numerous freckles, 
felt uneasy when her schoolmate went into detail about her supposed 
romps. The four girls had opened the debate with chilling ghost 
stories, which befitted the eerie atmosphere inside the tent. It was 
not too long, before the topic as usual turned to men. 

Gemma reddened, and in an attempt to block out the sacrilegious subject,
she focused on the dancing shadows of the interior of the tent. The 
cigarette was passed to her, and she pretended to inhale as the curling 
smoke irritated her piggish, blue eyes. A cough was met with scowls of 
derision, when she passed the cigarette to the raven-haired Kirsty. 

“His thingy was about this big,” claimed Mandy, who held out her hands,
as a boasting fisherman would. Mandy Tyler was a tall, blonde girl with 
mesmerising green eyes, and Gemma was envious of her large breasts. 

This was Gemma's first trip abroad without her parents, and already she
felt like a grown-up, as she listened to the sordid details that were 
escaping from the lips of Mandy. She was in awe of her friends, and 
longed to possess even a minuscule of the confidence that they exuded. 

“Right, your turn now, Gemma.” 

The leering eyes focused on the petite girl, and she felt a lump in her
throat. “I have this great ghost story.” 

“Shit, Ginger; we want sex, and don't forgo the smut,” insisted Mandy. 

“She's still a virgin,” offered Lorna Foley, the blonde, leggy athletics
champion of the school. 

Kirsty held up her hands, the cigarette dangling from her lips. “Let her
speak. Come on, Ginger. Have you popped your cherry or what?” 

“I er... I once kissed Trevor Tompkins at my birthday party.” The other
three girls looked to each other, open-mouthed, as if Gemma had 
committed a serious crime. 

Mandy tried hard to suppress her giggles. “You... you kissed Trevor
Tompkins. Is that it?” 

“Trevor Tompkins? What a geek,” added Kirsty. 

Lorna accepted the cigarette. “I bet she hasn't even seen a dick.” 

“I have so.” 

“Okay, whose?” prompted Mandy, her head resting on her hands. 

Gemma's head sagged her lips trembled when she fought to hold back the
tears. 

Mandy continued the cruel onslaught. “She's going to cry. What a baby.
So immature, she even wears her hair in pigtails... Ginger, losing your 
virginity is the most precious of gifts. It's priceless.” 

Gemma slipped into her sleeping bag and turned her back on the mocking
girls. Sleep did not come easily that night; the sexual antics of the 
girls would not go away. 

Gemma wakened purposely before the others and sneaked off to the
showers, grateful that she had escaped the taunts about her undeveloped 
body. She dressed in a navy blue tee shirt and white shorts, and looked 
forward to her introduction to horse riding. 

As she left the shower building, she almost bumped into Mr Wagstaffe,
one of the two teachers who had accompanied the girls to Dompierre in 
Burgundy. She gazed at the muscular man, who was carrying a towel, and 
felt a ticklish feeling in her stomach. Her crush on the handsome 
teacher with the wavy, dark locks had not diminished. Now she was 
seeing him in the flesh, and she was not disappointed. 

“Good morning, Gemma. Looks like a wonderful day... Looking forward to


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