From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Lindsey 2 of 3   
      
   Lindsey's Day at School   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
      
       The alarm clock beeped loudly, signaling the arrival of morning.  But   
   Lindsey's bed was already empty.  The young girl had risen early that   
   morning.  She felt full of boundless energy as she showered and got ready   
   for school.  On one hand, she was happy that it was Friday.  On the other   
   hand, she had taken Dr Sanders' medicine last night for the first time and   
   she felt glad that her itching and dryness would soon be over.  Lindsey   
   blushed a bit as she remembered how the doctor had given her an orgasm in   
   the clinic yesterday.   
      
       She pushed her embarrassment aside and thought about the medicine he had   
   prescribed.  As the doctor directed, Lindsey had dutifully taken one pill   
   before bed last night.  She had forgotten to apply the lotion though.   
   "Better do that now before I forget," Lindsey thought to herself as she   
   clasped her training bra, hiding her breast buds.  Checking herself in the   
   bathroom mirror, the eleven year old girl critically examined her growing   
   body before reaching for the container of aloe lotion.   
      
       Propping her foot on the toilet seat, Lindsey leaned over to inspect her   
   privates.  She was secretly hoping the pills would work overnight but, to   
   her dismay, her labia was still red and inflamed.  Spooning up a gob in her   
   fingers, Lindsey applied the creamy white lotion carefully to her sensitive   
   girl parts.  The lotion indeed felt soothing and cool on her irritated   
   skin. Lindsey breathed a sigh of relief.   
      
       Though the lotion was already evenly distributed, Lindsey found herself   
   letting her hand wander between her legs.  Her finger ran alongside the   
   puffy lips of her outer labia before swooping inward to the pink treasure   
   within.  Lightly, she let her slippery finger brush her clitoris.   
      
       Lindsey gasped from the contact.  The gentlest touch made a ripple of   
   warm pleasure spread throughout her body.  Unable to resist, the young girl   
   let her finger do it again.  Bliss.   
      
       Her hand seemed to move of its own volition.  Standing in the bathroom   
   with her foot still propped up on the toilet seat, Lindsey began to   
   masturbate in earnest.  Her middle finger raced against the hard nub which   
   was her swollen clit.  Though she had masturbated before, Lindsey had never   
   before felt such an insatiable desire to pleasure herself to orgasm.   
      
       The young girl could already feel herself getting wet.  Her finger   
   dipped lower on one stroke to explore and Lindsey was surprised to find the   
   degree of lubrication she was producing.  It had never felt this wet   
   before!   
      
       Or as pleasurable.  Within three minutes, Lindsey could feel her leg   
   muscles twitching and tensing, signaling her impending orgasm.  She   
   realized she was breathing in short, ragged gasps as her finger galloped   
   across her clit.   
      
       "Almost..." Lindsey whispered to herself.  "Almost... there...   
   Ahhhhh..."   
      
       Lindsey moaned as all her muscles clenched tight.  The eleven year old   
   girl let her head fall backward as she milked her clit for every last ounce   
   of pleasure.   
      
       "Uh... Uh... Uhhh... Oh god..." Lindsey gasped, enjoying her orgasm.   
   Her legs wobbling, she wisely decided to sit down on the toilet.   
      
       "Whew..." Lindsey said, recovering.  She let her head fall between her   
   knees as she tried to resume a normal breathing rate.  It had felt   
   exceptionally good that time.   
      
       Dragging herself to her feet, Lindsey tugged her bathrobe around her   
   shoulders and stumbled to her bedroom.  Her heart was still racing.  She   
   wanted to lie down.  This notion was dismissed however when Lindsey glanced   
   at the clock.   
      
       "Oh shoot!" she exclaimed.  "I'm gonna be late!"   
      
       As if on cue, she heard her mom call up the stairs, "Hurry up Lindsey or   
   you'll be late!"   
      
       Hurriedly, Lindsey got dressed.  Throwing open the closet door, she   
   quickly chose a nice skirt and a white button down shirt.  She dressed   
   quite sensibly for a girl her age.  Grabbing her hair brush and backpack,   
   Lindsey ran down the stairs while brushing her blond hair.   
      
       Her mom already stood waiting at the front door with her lunch.   
   Stepping into her shoes, Lindsey reached to open the door.   
      
       "Wait, honey," her mom said.  She handed her daughter a Pop Tart.   
      
       "Thanks, mom," Lindsey said, pausing to smile at her mother before   
   turning to the door.   
      
       "I'm not finished yet, young lady!" her mom told her half-sternly,   
   half-amused.  She opened her palm and showed Lindsey a pill.  Her other   
   hand held a glass of orange juice.   
      
       "You've got to remember to take your medicine, Lindsey," her mom told   
   her as Lindsey took the pill and gulped down the orange juice.  "Tonight,   
   your father and I will be heading to the theater.  Will you be okay by   
   yourself for a few hours?"   
      
       Lindsey nodded, still drinking her orange juice.  Her mom continued   
   talking.   
      
       "And the Williamsons will be going out of town this weekend.  They asked   
   me to take care of Blackie and water their garden.  Can you do that?"   
      
       "Yes, mom," Lindsey said dutifully.  The Williamsons lived next door and   
   Blackie was their black Labrador.   
      
       "Thank you, dear," her mom said.  The bus pulled up, cutting the   
   conversation short.  Lindsey gave her mom a quick kiss and ran to catch the   
   bus.   
      
       "Have a good day, sweetie!" her mom called, waving as Lindsey boarded   
   the bus.   
      
       * * * * *   
      
       But Lindsey's day was anything but good.  Upon arriving at her first   
   class, the young girl found herself unable to concentrate.  Her mind kept   
   wandering as the teacher droned on and on.  Oddly enough, her crotch also   
   throbbed and burned slightly.  Lindsey wondered if the lotion had already   
   worn off.  By the end of first period, Lindsey found herself wishing she   
   could reach down and give her privates a good scratch.   
      
       After her first class ended, Lindsey dodged her way through the crowded   
   hallway to reach the girls' restroom.  Locking herself in a stall, Lindsey   
   immediately lifted up her skirt and shoved a hand in her underwear.   
      
       "Ahhhh," she sighed in relief, finally relieving the unbearable itching   
   that had grown.  But as she scratched, Lindsey also inadvertently rubbed   
   against her clitoris.  Despite that morning's masturbation session, she   
   realized her horniness had not subsided in the least.  Without thinking,   
   the eleven year old began diddling her clit until it became erect and poked   
   out of its hood.   
      
       Lindsey was dreamily staring off into space before she realized what she   
   was doing.  With a start, she yanked her hand from her underpants.   
      
       "What am I doing!" she thought to herself.  It had just felt so nice to   
   touch herself.  Lindsey quickly unlocked the stall door and hurried to her   
   second period class, but not before carefully washing off her glistening   
   finger.   
      
      
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