The school year ended and we broke up for the summer and there’s not a huge lot more to say about it really. Now the stuff with those teachers is over and done with I settled into, well, normality as a teen girl. I won’t say I forgot my past, that’s not so easy to do, but I felt more normal than I have in a long time. One funny happened while on my way into school during the last week in that I bumped into my ex wife.

I had stopped in a shop to buy some lunch and she was in there as well, just by chance. I stopped dead when I saw her, and she looked at me with a smile and leant her head to one side trying to work out if she knew me. My eyes were wide open as I saw the recognition flash in her eyes and a big smile came over her face. I tried to pretend that everything was normal and control my heart rate, but she left the store before I got near the till, so as I got back under control I picked up a sandwich and a meal deal and walked out the shop.

She was waiting for me outside.

“Hello, it’s Nicky isn’t it?”

I nodded and felt very scared. Other kids from my school were milling about and walking past, but she smiled and said, “You look adorable by the way.”

I was blushing, I mean, my ex wife has literally caught me dressed as a school girl.

“Listen, I don’t want to hold you up, you obviously have a place to be, but I’m working in the area today, can I pop round later.”

I said, “Um, sure, I guess. Do you still have my address?”

She said yes and that’s it was good to see that I was ok, adding, “I know it sounds weird to say, but you really do look adorable.”

“Oh shut up!”

And I started to giggle and she gave me a hug and said, “Well, I guess I will see you after school.”

And of she went and I headed on to school. It was good to see her, but I was surprised she wanted to pop round later as we hadn’t been in contact for a while now, so the rest of the day was a bit of a blur beyond the teachers reminding us to try and keep up on our reading as next year is when things get tougher for us as we head towards our exams. My physics teacher spoke to me as the class packed up and said he hopes I keep this class next year, and I thanked him saying, “I really like this lesson, I just hope I’m good enough to do it as this level.”

He assured me I was and I went home in a very happy mood ready to meet the ex.

Well, she really was working in the area, and had some news for me and if she hadn’t seen me would have sent a text in a few weeks. She’s getting married in six weeks and I told her how pleased I was for her. She said, “I’ll be honest I never expected to see you again after you changed, but seeing you this morning was just a wonderful surprise. I’ve been thinking about this all day and seeing you here now I am certain, but would you like to be one of my bridesmaids?”

I was stunned, and maybe a little insulted, I mean, I am a ma…. Ok, I’m not a man anymore, but even though we broke up on good terms, going to her wedding in a supporting role is a big deal. She never begged, she just asked me to think it over and let her know by the end of the week so I could get fitted for my dress, and I said I would need to talk it over with Penny.

Well, the ex invited Penny and Evie to come along as well, so after she left I went round to see them. Penny was more worried about me being ok with it, but Evie was excited for me saying how much she loved being the bridesmaid at my wedding, which in itself is a bit of a mindfuck. Anyway, I thought about it all week and on Friday walking home from school I sent a text saying I would do it.

The next day she picked me up and I had a fitting, which I actually really enjoyed and pleased that the dress had a classic look rather than something more hideous like she told me over the phone. Penny and Evie were coming to the wedding and the evening reception, while only I would go to the meal part with all the speeches, pleased I wouldn't need to say anything.

Steve was going to come along for the evening do and when I told the ex that my boyfriend was coming along her eyes went wide and we had quite a funny chat about the hand stuff we were doing and she asked me when I was going to go all the way.

“Just to remind you, he thinks I’m 14 so it’s quite easy to say I’m not ready.”

She looked at me and said, “But you’re not a virgin, that’s quite obvious from the way you look at men.”

I didn’t tell her everything, after all, telling your ex wife that you were once an escort is a lot harder than being her bridesmaid, but I did use what happened as the basis for what I shared. Of course, this meant she shared with me about her first time, and also her first time with her fiancé and I tried not to think about how he might have compared to the old me. Like I said, it’s a bit of a mindfuck.

The wedding day itself was wonderful, and I was really glad I agreed to do it, and her new husband was told that I was the daughter of an old friend, with Penny to all intents and purposes my parent.

In the evening while walking in the park with Steve while the reception was going full strength we kissed, and one thing led to another and I was gathering up my dress to keep it out of the grass when I knelt down to give him a blow job.

I was doing this because I wanted to give my boyfriend something as a thank you while I kept denying him full sex. I wanted him to know that I liked him and I wanted more with him, but I really did need to wait. He seemed happy enough as he came in my mouth and I swallowed, giving him a little treat at that point by letting him push himself into my throat as I held him there.

So blowjobs became a part of my life and each time we were together I would often end up with with his cock in my mouth and I didn’t mind. Yes, he still wanted to have sex with me, but at least now he was getting more than just my hand and seemed to be satisfied.

Penny said to me, “You know you have something on your chin?”

What was a mistake at the wedding was not checking my face when we went back into the reception as yes, there was a drop of his cum on my chin and Penny was the one who told me. Shame at that point I had been holding his hand while talking to my ex and then Evie who both clearly saw it.

I of course touched it and felt it, looked at it on my fingers and for some weird reason thought for a moment it was food and tasted it. My eyes then went as wide as Penny’s, but seeing Evie’s face was when I realised what they all saw me do as I blushed.

I repaired my make up with Evie in the ladies, and I could see was desperate to ask me about it but knew it would wait. The next morning she came round and had a long list of questions you already know the answer to, so no need to go though them all here, but the short version is that yes I swallow and I like it, no we haven’t had sex yet and she wanted a full description of his cock and balls.

I had no idea I had payed such close attention to that part of his body, but yes I could describe it in detail.

Evie said, “I am surprised you haven't had sex with him yet, I mean I had sex ages ago and it’s no big deal.”

I had a lot of questions for her now, but it seems she’s had sex three times with an ex, and the first time it really hurt and I wanted tell her my experience but I had agreed to hold that back for a while. It seems her first time was a bit like mine, apart from him also being inexperienced and didn't last very long. At least unlike me each time she used a condom and I only have very limited experience of that, but at least of my old clients had been tested and screened.

Anyway, that was the summer for me. Giving a lot of blow jobs and only getting head in returns a couple of times. I would only let him go down on my once he had already cum to stop him from trying to slip it in me when he was horny.

Back to school advertisements started appearing and it was time to go shopping for my school uniform, this time without Penny needing to help me, and of course once we got back there were a couple of new teachers who were much nicer that the old ones. Not just that they didn’t expect me to climb into bed with them at the same time, but the whole vibe of the school seemed to change.

I found myself really concentrating on my lessons wanting to do as well as I could, and like everyone else in school we were thinking of the future and making sure we got what we need to do the A levels we wanted. My physic’s teacher became, well, a bit of a mentor to me, giving me some extra reading to help me and some extra tasks and assignments to help me catch up with the others. One day in his class I broke down and started to cry and the girls were all around me at once but I ran to the toilets and locked myself in as the tears came running and I looked like a panda.

I refused to come out and Evie was allowed to sit there and wait for me, making me feel even worse for her missing classes as well, but finally I came out and went and sat in the nurses area for a while as I calmed down. My physics teacher came along to check on me and I found myself fighting to keep control and I said, “Am I really that stupid?”

“What? No. Wait, is that what you think?”

I nodded and said, “That’s why you keep giving me things to read so I can catch up with everyone else as I’m struggling.”

It’s what happened when I first went to school until the teachers just pretty much gave up on me and let me do as little as I needed or wanted to do. He knelt in front of me and took my hands away from my face and told me to look at him.

I could sense Evie from the corner of my eye surprised that a male teacher was kneeling there and holding my hands as I looked up into his eyes.

He said, “I give you that as you’re my best student and I need to challenge you as you’re ahead of the rest of the class.”

It took me a moment to fully understand what he said and I slowly started to smile. I looked at Evie and she said, “Yeah, I’m the one who’s struggling and you’re helping me. I’m the thick one!”

I started to giggle and hug her and the teacher told me to relax and sent Evie back to class as he sat with me and explained more. He thought I just seemed to understand the subject really well, in fact the other teachers had said I’m very good at maths and the science subjects and everyone is trying to push me a little to make sure I do really well.

I started to cry again and he hugged me, getting a look from the nurse for doing it as I’m sure there are rules about these things, but I didn’t care and neither did he, after all he knew the truth. With the principals permission I took the rest of the day off seeing that everyone knew about my mini breakdown and I just relaxed for a bit at home before taking out my books and starting to read.

The next day I was back at school and got a surprise. Today we were being visited by the local member for parliament who just happened to be a cabinet minister in the conservative government. I had never really paid a lot of attention to politics, not even sure if I had ever voted, but a couple of the kids were very aware of who he was and were not happy when they talked about his policies.

We were in English when he walked in with his staff and the principal showing him around. I had my back to him and was trying to get my head round some poetry when he was invited to sit at our table and talk to us. I looked up and got the surprise of my life.

Sitting there was a previous client.

He hadn’t noticed me, but was sure to recognise me as he booked for an overnight each week for two months. For the life of me I couldn't remember his name, or at least the name he used with me, but while he was talking to one of my friends, I finger combed my hair and sat up straighter, trying to project myself how I did while working. He looked over at me smiling at him and did a double take, stopping mid sentence and did that politician thing where they pretend they expected this.

But I saw the sweat on his forehead as I tried to remember exactly when it was he was paying to fuck me.

I said, “Hi, I don’t really know much about politics, can you tell me what you do?”

I used my professional voice, a little huskier, a little bit of sultrier, and a smile with my eyes to say, ‘yes, you paid to fuck this schoolgirl’.

He stammered a little and talked about what he does, but of course now he was sweating quite a bit and his aides were a bit worried and offering to get him water. I wondered if any of them had booked me for him or he did it himself as I took a risk and put my foot out and stroked his leg while smiling at him and licking my lips as he looked at me.

He jumped like it was an electric shock and I looked across at the principal who was watching me closely with a slightly confused look, so I gave a very subtle nod and he got it. This tory minister had paid to use me.

There’s not a lot more to say about the rest of the year beyond taking my exams and the school year finally being over and making plans for what to do for my A levels. I went to chat to the physics teacher and ask him for some advice, saying, “I’m not sure what I want to do.”

He was too bust to talk to me, but got that I really didn’t know what to do, so made a suggestion that to any other girl at this school would have cost him his job; he invited me round that evening.

I wasn’t worried, he knew all about me and we chatted for a couple of hours and he drove me home as I did have school the next day. I think I knew what I wanted to do, but really it all depended on my results and a part of me still thinks I’m not good enough to do much more than be a lorry driver, but he had faith in me.

I hugged him.

School finished with the traditional signing of names on school shirts, silly really as most of us will see each other in sixth form, but it was fun, then it was onto the prom and I was really looking forward to it. I had picked out the dress and I tried it on so many times I was scared to do more than just stand there looking at myself in a mirror in case I ruined it, but I had picked it for Steve.

He was driving now, his mum had given him her car, a VW Polo and he had been spending money on it as his pride and joy. Normally you would go to prom in some weird or unusual vehicle in the UK, but I was going with him and I had decided that tonight was the night, packing three condoms in my clutch.

Evie was being taken by her date, a nice kid who I quite liked and was scared of Penny, a good thing really as while I knew they were having sex, Penny would be furious with how much they were having.

Steve picked me up and gave me a kiss, and we got in his spotless car for the short drive. I didn’t care that I would be going in a boring car, I just cared I was going with him. When he looked me up and down I will admit I had never felt so wanted, so desired in my life and I almost had to give him a blow job to calm him down, but I was worried about ruining my dress.

When we got to the school there was a drop off area for the weird and flash vehicles but he bypassed it heading for the carpark, and I sensed a problem. He was looking for a space but it was packed, and I spotted one, pointing it out for him. It was quite narrow and difficult to get in but not impossible. First he tried to drive into it, then he tried to reverse in and he was so worried about scratching the car he was going as slow as possible and getting nowhere leaving way too much space to turn into the tight space. He was also getting frustrated and going a bit red, but no one was watching him, no one cared.

And then I made a mistake.

Not that I realised it at the time, but I said, “Would you like me to have a go?”

He flashed a look at me and said, “Yeah right, you can’t drive.”

Now I was annoyed and said, “I’ve been driving for years and could get in here.”

He said nothing and kept trying, his pride insisting he could do it, and I said, “Oh for fucks sake, you have plenty of room and I could drive a tank in here!”

“You can’t drive!”

“Wanna bet?”

“You will fuck up my car.”

“I will buy you a new car if there is even a smudge on it.”

And I opened my door, walked round to the drivers side and stood there waiting for him to get out. Finally he did and said “You are not driving my car….Hey, what are you doing!”

I climbed into the drivers seat and put it into reverse, swinging the car straight into the slot and got out locking it as I handed him the keys. “See, it was easy.”

I felt really good about myself, it was the first time I had driven since I changed a year and a half ago, and I did it first time, and in my pink heels. I slipped my arm into his and we walked in. Yes, I could tell he was a bit annoyed, but knew that once we got in there and started dancing he would feel better. I mean, this is a silk dress and I’ve had to go without underwear as the lines show, so he will feel better when he feels me.

But we never danced.

In fact, we hardly talked in there and nothing I could do would pull him out of his bad mood. I suggested we go for a walk around the school, ready to give it up to him anywhere here if it would make him talk to me beyond grunts and single words, but nothing and I had to talk to my friends as I didn’t want to be as rude as him. I danced with them and when I went looking for him he wasn’t anywhere I could see in the hall and we’ve only been here an hour.

I went outside to see if he was maybe sneaking a cigarette somewhere, but none of the places the smokers go had him there, then I walked a couple of the hallways to see if I could find him, but nothing.

So I went to look at his car and it was gone.

He had left me.

It took me two seconds to get over it and go back to the prom.

This is a killer dress and I’m looking forward to showing it off more.