Mirabel's Birthday Feast
or
Claudine Does St Claires

(This relates to chapter 15 of Claudine at St claires. The girls have snuck away to have a midnight feast by the pool, and Claudine has just locked matron in the cupboard and is off to see what Eileen is doing)

Claudine's heart was beating fast as she hurried back to the pool at midnight. Matron would not now spoil the girl's fun! But where was Eileen going? Softly running on her rubber soled shoes, Claudine sped off in the direction she'd seen Eileen slipping away. SHe could hear faint sounds of the girls enjoying themselves by the pool. She didn't mind missing out on the swim, and food at midnight made her feel slightly ill. At the french convent school, she'd often at night crept behind the alter in the church to nibble at purloined holy wafers. Food was hard to come by. Holy wine tasted dreadful, too. The girls there were pious and well behaved, all but Claudine. Claudine preferred this so strange english school where manners were freer and there were sweets and cake distributed by girls on their birthdays. As well as the St Claire's birthday tradition....
Claudine liked birthdays in this english school.
She had been running along the little lane that ran behind the trees, and noticed a white figure in front of her. Claudine recoginised Eileen and sprinted faster. The games mistress would have been surprised at the amount of speed Claudine could put in for a good cause!
She reached Eileen and called her name softly.
Eileen stopped dead and turned to stare at Claudine. "Why are you following me?" she demanded, "Leave me alone?"
"Where do you go to at this time?" asked Claudine, her face white in the moonlight, reaching out for Eileen.
"Nowhere...I felt like a walk. Leave me alone! What are you doing here?" accused Eileen. She tried to shake Claudine's hand from her arm but couldn't. They both stood their breathing heavility from the excercise.
"I am awake, and I think Oh! It would be nice to walk in the so-nice moonlight", grinned Claudine. "And then I see a person also walking in the moonlight and i think, this person, she needs company. And i follow you and here i am, you see!"
Eileen was forced to laugh. She rather liked Claudine, for all her strange french ways. "Please promise not to tell my mother, Matron, but i was going to visit Eddie," she said suddenly. "But i'd rather walk with you. "
"Let us walk, then, without a mistress to tell us to collect nature samples, or walk faster or the sun to give us a freckle," agreed Claudine. She wound her arm in Eileens and the girls strolled together, talking and laughing softly. She would not tell Eileen she'd just locked matron in a cupboard. Matron could stay there until morning for all Claudine cared - she could stay there until next half term!
"EEk!" cried Claudine suddenly as her foot caught in a tree root. She tumbled forward, pulling Eileen with her. The girls rolled into a laughing heap at the side of a path, Claudine landed on top of Eileen.
"And i say to myself, this so-english Eileen, she is lonely," Claudine said softly, her lips close to Eileen's ear.
"I am lonely," admitted Eileen. "I tried to make friends with Alison but she's so full of Angela. Can't she see beyond Angela's lovely face?"
"Angela, she is a demon," whispered Claudine. "Alison will have her heart broken. You should look around you, there are other friends you can have. Me, I have no friend. Hilary I like but she is not interested in the little Claudine, she likes the luxury of twins. Me, I am also lonely at this school and me, I like the little lonely Eileen..."
She cupped Eileen's face in her thin white hands and touched her lips against Eileens. As she had expected, eileen responded with abandon. The kiss was deep and lingering. Eileen's hand slid over Claudine's back, down to her legs, and worked it's way up her dressing gown.
"We should be special friends," breathed Eileen. she pulled at Claudine's dressing gown, who with a fluid movement removed it. Claudine was now wearing only her bathing suit.
"You seem to be well dressed tonight," whispered Claudine, and threw Eileen's coat into the bushes. Eileen giggled.
"You need to do something about that," she said.
Claudine ran her hand over Eileen's jersy, pausing on her breasts, swelling softly under the harsh knitted fabric. Her fingers stopped and she felt Eileen's hardening nipples barely. she pulled the jersey over her head and it followed the coat. Eileen was wearing her bodice.
"You did not remember to wear your blouse today, take an order mark against the form," said Claudine severely. Eileen lay on her back and cirlced around claudine's waist, her hands busily touching Claudine on her arms, neck, and face. She tugged at the fastening on Claudine's bathing suit. The straps gave and Claudine's slender while body gleamed in the moonlight. Eileen pressed her mouth to claudine's dark circular nipple, grasping the ohter breast in the other hand.
"You english girls, you like the sport and you like to be honourable," groaned Claudine, as her nipples were pinched and suckeld, "but never, until the first birthday, did i know how you all like to celebrate the birthdays. Me, I like to celbrate like that all nights. But you english girls, you only do this on special occasions."
Eileen shifted her body slowly down Claudines, to her small belly. Her small pink toungue worked over Claudine's beautiful soft skin. somehow claudine had managed to remove more of eileen's clothes until she was left only wearing her thick black stockings and garter belt. Claudine seemed satisfied with this.
"True," she said, not giving the matter the consideration it deserved as she positioned herself within better reach of claudine. "But it makes the birthday celebration that much better when it's all saved for the right occasion!"
She thought back to earlier in the term, when Doris had had her birthday night. As a rule, the birthday girl could choose what theme the night would take for her birthday treat. Doris had been known before to perform wild antics with a ginger beer bottle, and it had been no surprise to anyone that she chose ginger beer bottles for her birthday 'treat'. The girls had thought up all sorts of interesting ways to use ginger beer, including, as Pat had said to Janet, a "really super way of shaking up the bottle so it fizzed and then holding it just....so!" Janet's squeals had woken some of the third formers in the next dormy and they'd come to investigate. SOme of those third formers had had a bit of a shock when coming to investigate, but had since then taken every bit of noise from the fourth form as an excuse to 'investigate'
Eileen nibbled her way down to Claudine's soft silky hair. It smelt musky, delicious. she buried her face in it and felt the soft slipperyness of claudine, and she began to draw her tounge over her. "Wait," said Claudine and twisted her body around so that she could reach Eileen. The girls both sighed with delight as they both worked on exiting the other.
Two bodies, entwined in the moonlight, one slender and nude, the other firm, well shaped, with black stockings on. Hands, one pair soft from care, one roughened from helping wash linen and mend things, stroked each others bodys, stroked each other's sex. Both girls were moaning and panting, toungues working hard as they groaned and cried out, working each other into transports of delight. Claudine climaxed first, eileen's strong pink tounge casuing waves of ecstacy to cramp her toes, to work their way up her legs, and a spreading, convulsing warmth to explode along the length of her. She jerked and writhed but kept licking at eileen, sure in the knowledge taht the stockinged girl was close. She was correct, Eileens' moans got louder and more abandoned and she suddenly suddered under claudine, who pushed her fingers into eileen, feeling her muscles writhe and ripple around her. Both girls were now crying and moaning, wet with each other, scented with each other.
Finally they slowed down and were still. They lay together, breathing softly, hands clasped, fingers rubbing against fingers. Silently, they helped each other find their shed clothing, and dressed each other, pausing to lick or nibble or rub or just touch.
Slowly they walked back towards the school, hands clasped in the moonlight.
They could hear the sounds from the pool. Instead of the splashing and laughing and good natured ragging that had occured before, they could hear the occasional cry and groan.
"they're not finished yet", said Eileen.
"This will mean that the dormitory, it will be empty, yes?" suggested claudine. Her finger touched eileen's cheek.
"We might wake the third formers," said Eileen, taking Claudine's finger in her mouth and sucking slightly.
"This would not be a tradgedy," agreed Claudine, and the two girls ran lightly towards the school, giggling softly.