Sammy and Tammy

My name is Tammy, I’m eighteen years old and I share a mews cottage in London with Sammy who’s the same age as I am.We met at boarding school two years ago when we shared a room, in case you’re wondering about us being only sixteen, let me explain a few things about this wonderfully silly country of ours and it’s equally silly laws.You see Sammy and I both come from rich families, well all right, mega rich families, our parents are what’s commonly known as society people, that is to say that they move in all the right circles, know all the right people and are seen regularly in all the right newspapers and magazines.As is usual with families like ours, the children are reared by nannies and get shipped off to boarding school with almost indecent haste while mummy and daddy continue with their careers.My father is an MP (member of parliament) and mummy is a well published author, Sammy’s daddy owns one of the largest and oldest city banks in London and her mummy is what’s known as a socialite, involved in many worthy charities and causes as well as always being ready to donate lots of money to which ever organisation catches her attention.So Samantha and I went off to Repton college near Derby, where the son’s of princes, prime ministers and politicians go to be educated in the ways of gentle folk.I was sixteen when, as a nervous and quite frankly, scared young girl, I stood in line waiting to be allocated to a house and house master. (I’ll explain that to anyone who cares enough to wonder about it.)”Miss Palmer, you may share a room with Miss Tomkinson, if you wish, you may change at a later date.”I didn’t think anyone could be more scared than me, until I turned and saw Samantha for the first time, instinctively I held out my hand and I thought she was going to burst into tears as she shook it gently.”Hi I’m Tammy.”A weak smile greeted me, but her hand held on to mine,”S… S… Samantha,” she said at last, “but my friends Beşevler escort bayan call me Sammy.”She eventually let go of my hand and we followed the imposing figure of the house master towards our room.”I don’t like it here Tammy, can I call you Tammy?””Why not, it’s my name?”As we gazed in awe at the old slate buildings, a mobile phone rang and the house master turned round to face us.”Turn that off NOW,” he thundered and Sammy seemed to shrink even further within herself.She dropped her bag on the concrete and fumbled inside with increasing desperation whilst the stern faced teacher stood with hands on hips and a face like he’d just chewed a wasp.It rang again and again he repeated his bellowed order, enough was enough.”Excuse me sir, but if no-one explains the rules to us, how can we be expected to know what’s allowed and what’s not allowed?”Slowly he shifted his stare to me and I felt my knees go weak beneath it, I couldn’t meet his stare, (sixteen remember?) and I looked down to where Sammy had unearthed the errant machine, hurriedly she switched it off and stood up to look at him.”Quite right Miss Palmer, but please remember that mobile phones are strictly not allowed during school hours.””I will sir,” I smiled at him. “When school starts tomorrow.”I thought I heard a little snigger from Sammy, but when I turned to glance at her, her face was a picture of innocence.Finally we reached our cottage and he let us in.”You will find a copy of all the school rules on your beds, I suggest you both study them carefully and do not be late for assembly in the morning, lateness is not tolerated.”Sammy amazed me by giving him the finger as he turned to leave and we ended up hugging each other in tears of laughter as he slammed the door behind him.”I can’t believe how you stood up to him Tammy,” she laughed, “I was absolutely bricking it, you want a cigarette?””Hey yeah.” We lit up Escort Çankaya and sat in the kitchen sizing each other up, she was small, like me but with a lovely little elfin face, like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, short blonde hair, also like me and a pouting mouth, just made for kissing.”You’re staring at me,” she said shaking me out of my reveries.”Oh sorry.” I felt myself going red. “Daddy says I do that a lot, but only with people I like.””Cool, I’ll take that as a compliment then, shall I?””Oh definitely,” I said. “I thought you were going to cry back there.”She looked at me in surprise, then smiled wistfully.”Well I was dreading it here and I left a good friend behind at my old school.””Oh.” I reached out and took her hand in mine, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you’d been to a mixed school.””I hadn’t,” she said softly and looked into my eyes, “It was a girl.”There was an awkward silence between us for a moment, then I squeezed her hand and kissed her very gently on the cheek.”Thank you,” she said. “That was nice.”Once again I felt myself blushing under her gaze.”Forget it, I’m a compulsive kisser.”We laughed and carried on exploring our home for the next two hours until the bell rang to announce dinner and we trooped off to find the refectory.The meal was surprisingly good and we ate heartily, before finding out that the rest of the day was ours, so we decided to organise our belongings and then go out to explore Repton.It was small, very small, but it seemed to be a very friendly place with lots of ruddy faced farmers in their four wheeled drive RangeRovers and green wellies. We walked down to the river and sat watching the older pupils in their skiffs, skimming over the water, others were playing football further away.”I wonder what they do for fun around here,” I mused and at that very moment, a boy came out of some nearby bushes followed closely by a young girl, both looked Cebeci escort flushed and we realised we’d disturbed their little tryst!They looked daggers at us as they scurried off and Sammy said,”Well that’s what they do for fun round here,” and we burst out in a fit of giggling.We were still laughing as it started to rain, so we held hands and ran like hell back to our cottage, arriving there like two drowned rats, clothes soaked and our hair plastered to our heads.”Oh bollocks,” she exclaimed, “don’t you just love this bloody weather?”I lit the gas fire and she went to run the shower, we were shivering with cold as we undressed in front of the fire and threw our clothes into a heap on the floor, I noticed how grown up her underwear was, matching pink bra and panties and I vowed to update my old things as soon as possible.”Come on in with me Tammy,” she said, “or you’ll freeze to death, I promise I won’t bite.””Don’t care if you do,” I muttered and saw her glance at me as we dashed for the shower.Her breasts were almost as big as mine and like me, it was obvious she trimmed her pubic hair neatly, it wasn’t until we went back to the fire to dry off that I noticed it was trimmed into the shape of a heart.”Hey that’s neat,” I exclaimed and then felt guilty as I realised she’d know I’d been looking.”Yeah, I was gonna let it grow again, but I can’t stand the thought of being hairy down there.””No me neither, I usually shave it all off, I prefer it like that.””Mmm, yes,” she said and we laughed again to hide our embarrassment as we both put on our robes.”I’ve got a bottle of vodka in my case Sammy, fancy a drink?””Oh wow, now who’s cool?” she laughed, “I think I’m beginning to like it here after all.”She fixed up her C.D. player and the sound of Dire Straits flooded the room as I filled up two tall glasses with the fiery liquid.”I’m glad I’m with you Tammy, you’re nice,” she said as we sat together on the couch and sipped our drinks. “I kept looking round at the other girls and thinking, no, not her for God’s sake.””Well you’re ok too, I suppose,” and we laughed together.We sat together quite contendedly with our illicit drinks, listening to our sounds, I had lots of CD’s too and she told me to put on whatever I wanted.