| Supergirl Elementary, Part 1 "Hi girls, my name is Lorinda, and I will be your teacher for this year, and possibly the next ones. Now, most of you have gone to regular school for your first year, so you can make friends with normal people, but from now on, all your classes will be Super-only. I hope you have fun in Supergirl Elementary, where you will learn to control your superpowers the fun way!" The class was chirpy; although it was only 14 girls altogether, they all had powers of some sort, and for most of them, it was the first time seeing others with powers as well. "Now remember, this is the non-violent class; this is where girls who aren't super-strong or super-fast, or any other power used for fighting, come to learn. That means you won't need to fight super-villains, so let's just all get along, alright?" "Now," their teacher continued, "I'd like to give all of you a chance to introduce yourselves. Most of you live in our dormitories, so you'll have a chance to get acquainted with your roommate, if it's not already done, but I want everyone to know everyone else, so each morning, I'll have one of you come forward and tell us a bit about yourself." "Let's start, then. Miss Sylvia Anabella, would you please come forward? I don't believe you would be the shy kind." A tall girl got up from her desk and walked in front of the class with calm and confidence. "Hi everyone. As miss Lorinda has said, my name is Sylvia Anabella; as for my powers, I am a sorceress; like many of you, I'm from another world, coming here to study abroad. I'm very good at all forms of magic, except the evil ones; those are icky. I will not tell you my age, but just know that I am old; I stopped aging a long time ago, and am officially immortal." "However, a single mind cannot cope with immortality forever, so I developed a simple solution; every few centuries, whenever I get bored, I come back as a child. I can change my body and block most of my memories, so it really is like being young again." "I hope no one here minds that I'm much older that you are, so let's be friends okay?" The young girl gave the class a broad, practiced smile and went back to her desk, while her teacher started the day's class. The first day of school was fairly uneventful, dealing mostly with school policies; class was eventually dismissed, and those girls who didn't live in town made their way to the dormitory. ***** Sylvia didn't talk to the other girls much; despite her best efforts, she finds that she has little in common with most of the prepubescent girls, whose attention span does not rival a centuries-old magician's. Still, she reason, it wouldn't hurt to try to start a conversation with her roommate, if only because they were going to live together. "Hi," came her anxious silence-breaker as she entered the two-beds room, "I'm Sylvia; I'm the one who talked to class today." The other girl turned around, and only then did Sylvia notice that she was changing away from her hot school clothes into lighter late-summer ones; wearing only some panties, the girl didn't seem shy about the situation at all, and Sylvia had to suppress some strong emotions, buried for her new childhood so she could try to live a normal life. She did not anticipate having such a cute roommate, nor having to see her nearly naked so soon; she cast a subtle spell to help her regain her composure. "Hi there!" the girl answered, "I'm Emily! I'm an empath! That means I feel like other people feel! Neat huh?" Sylvia blushed; did the girl just feel her arousal? She certainly didn't seem to display any sign of it. Sylvia wished she hadn't come when she did; now the girl had stopped dressing up, seemingly unreserved at the idea of talking to her classmate wearing only panties. Seeing as Sylvia wasn't responding, the girl kept talking. "You're a magician huh? Will you show me some magic tricks? I can't really do tricks myself; all my powers are passive. Still, they're neat; I can already speak a dozen languages, some of them quite well, because I've live so long near people who talked them all the time. My mommy was so surprised the first time I talked weird languages to her!" Trying to find something to say so her new friend didn't have to carry the whole conversation by herself, Sylvia could only find, "Hmm, do you always talk so much?" She barely had time to regret saying it, thinking her roommate might take offense, before the girl answered. "Ho, huh, I'm sorry. People are talking a lot right now, so it makes me want to talk. Weird huh? But I can't really stop it, so I'm sorry!" "No no, it's fine. It helps that you find talking so easy, and I don't mind if you talk a lot today." "Okay! Well, what do you want to talk about? Hey, can you show me your powers?" Sylvia showed the girl some cute stuff from her world, and the two of them bounded quickly. Still, Emily never did put any clothes back on, and it made Sylvia nervous; when questioned about it, she couldn't help but answer that it wasn't proper for a grown woman like herself, even if she looked younger, to be so close to a little girl in panties like Emily. "Well, I'm pretty grown too, you know. I've matured very fast; the super-doctor said it's because I experience life from many different points of view, even if I don't always realize it; so I grow up pretty fast, and I'm pretty good at telling what people think." "For example," she continued, "I can tell you're attracted to me." Sylvia blushed again; she felt like an old pervert, being attracted to this young girl, but she couldn't deny that she would be a good lover, if she had to get one; a mature girl, like herself, would at least know better what to expect from such a relationship. Yet, she was only a girl, she reasoned, and it would be wrong for her to pursue that line of thought. "It's alright," Emily continued with a charming smile, "I think you're pretty cute too." "I'm sorry, but we can't do this." Sylvia wanted nothing more than to kiss this girl right that instant, but she pushed those thoughts away, in fear that it would encourage the girl further. "Aww," Emily pouted, "Is it because I'm younger than you? It's okay, I don't mind that you're older." "It's not that," Sylvia finally managed to say, "it's just that it would be wrong for me to take advantage of you. Even if you're so mature, you're just a young girl, and you're supposed to stay innocent and all." The words just didn't come to Sylvia; normally such a great orator, she found herself weak-willed near this cutie, with her angelic perfection and her way of knowing exactly what to say to make her doubt her ethics. "I understand." Emily said, "I'm mature enough to know when to back down; but if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me; I'll be sleeping just a few meters from you!" With a wink, the half-naked girl added, "Let's just be friends, okay?" Sylvia was standing there, with her mouth open, while the girl put the rest of her clothes on; and when the day was done passing them by and they went back to their room for the night, she couldn't do anything but stare while Emily changed into her pajamas; the two girls chattered the night away, the tension from having to sleep in separate beds almost palpable in their idle chit-chat. ***** "Hi, I'm Emily Brown." Emily was second in Lorinda's list, so class started with her introduction. "I'm a psychic empath; that means that I can read people's emotions, except I can't do it on purpose. I tend to live in other people's lives as much as my own, because I get people's feelings. I'm also a lot more mature than most girls, because there are mature people around me, and I learn from them. Also, I can speak over a dozen languages, although most of them just a little; that's because I was around people who spoke them all the time." "If you ever need a big sister to take care of you, just come ask me, I'll be more happy to give you a hug!" she gave her roommate a subtle wink then went back to her seat. The rest of the day proceeded as normal, miss Lorinda, easily among the best and most enthusiastic elementary school teachers, starting their regular classes easily to set the pace for the year. ***** The two girls started to spend a lot of time together; try as they might to socialize with the other girls, they were both too mature for most of them, even the super-smart ones. They ended going to their room and chatting until diner, and going back right after they were done, not because they wanted to distance themselves from the less mature girls, but because they genuinely enjoyed their conversation. Inevitably, they started to talk about their feelings again; Sylvia's arguments on the ethics of dating inexperienced girls fell in the empty ears of the girl who knew she was attracted to her. Although she wished Emily would drop the subject, Sylvia was genuinely attracted to her – she was smart, gentle, cute and mature, making her nearly irresistible in her eyes. The girls stayed up until dark, then chatted some more instead of trying to sleep, which earned them a visit from their teacher; "Don't stay up all night, girls! Little girls need their sleep," she said. "I don't need sleep, as long as others are sleeping near me," answered Emily. "I only need about two hours of sleep every night," added Sylvia. Perplexed, miss Lorinda finally said, "Fine, stay up all night for what I care," before leaving the girls alone again. "Miss Lorinda is really cute," said Emily after a moment of silence. "Yeah," answered Sylvia, "but... You're cuter." She had blurted the words without thinking; and while she didn't regret them, she knew she couldn't take them back at that point. "You're cute too," was Emily's cheerful answer. "You really shouldn't let yourself be alone just because you're more experienced than I am. I know you'll take good care of me. "You really think so?" "That's what people think, and I hang around very bright people." Her smile would have been enough to make Sylvia melt. "Just for tonight... Is it alright if I sleep in your bed?" Sylvia's heart was throbbing fast, tingles of anticipation rushing through her whole body. "Yeah," she finally answered, "you can come cuddle if you want." Emily didn't lose any time getting up and going to Sylvia's bed, snuggling in the taller girl's arms and sighting in contentment. "I'm sorry," said Sylvia after a while, "I really like you but, you know, I'm just so old... I can't love you. I already loved many times, when I was younger... I don't think I can fall in love again." Emily stayed silent for a few minutes, taking the new information in. "It's alright," she finally said, "I will love you anyway. You don't have to love me, let's just be good friends, okay?" Their conversation died down at that point, both seven years-old girls contemplating the new information. They stayed for some hours, cuddling lovingly, until they fell asleep, a few hours before class. ***** "Hi, I'm Priphea Chloris; it's the name of a flower in my home world. In my world, there's only girls, so I have two mothers; one of them is a nymph and the other is a dryad, which means I'm very cute and I can change into wood." To punctuate her introduction, the girl raised one hand and grew her fingers into wood, thicker and longer than usual. "I really like flowers and making friends, so if you need either, just ask me!" Sylvia and Emily exchanged nervous gazes for the rest of the day, their teacher lenient of the fact that they were paying little attention to class since they already knew the simple lessons of the day. Often, however, miss Lorinda's sight would turn to the girls, seeming to wonder what they were up to. ***** The girls couldn't wait for the classes to end so they could head to their room; once there, they immediately locked the door and started kissing intensely, both girls seeming to have an influx of desire that neither shyness nor ethics could stop. With her lips still on her girlfriend's and her tongue pushing between their lips to meet hers, Sylvia lost no time giving in to lust; she let her hands explore the second grader's body, tiny fingers caressing soft skin, while lustfully removing her shirt. Emily was quick to support the advances, removing her skirt and panties before Sylvia was done taking off her shirt. Sylvia lifted Emily in her arms, the smaller girl wrapping her legs around Sylvia, their lips constantly sealed while she was being carried to her bed. There, she sat down while Sylvia was kissing her all over her face; and she moaned when her kisses went down to her neck, then her infantile nipples. Her soft voice quickly made her lover even more passionate; trying to maintain her lips on her lover's breasts, Sylvia removed her shorts and panties; Emily pulled her lover's shirt off, both girls now naked and gazing into each others' eyes, unsure how they let their emotions take them so far, so quickly. "Please... I..." started Sylvia, "I really want you." "I love you!" said Emily, hanging on the last syllable. She quickly pulled the taller girl under the sheets, where their naked bodies finally met. Losing no time, Emily pushed her girlfriend down, then parted her legs; her head barely reached far enough to kiss her before she started. There, nested between the girl's thighs, she dropped her clit to her girlfriend's, both girls moaning loudly at their body's release from the tense lust they were experiencing. Emily soon found herself surrounded in her lover; Sylvia's arms were alternating between passionately holding her tight and lustfully caressing her back and bottom. Her legs soon found themselves reflexively lifting up, before she pinned them down on the smaller girl's bottom, encouraging her ever closer, if that was even possible. The precocious girls' lovemaking lasted only a few minutes, however; both girls let out a quiet cry as they reached orgasms, their young bodies incapable of registering the rush of passion they had just experienced. The girls, breathing heavily, let themselves fall on the bed, wide smiles adorning their adorable faces. They kissed for some time, then decided to take a bath together, sealing the plan with another kiss. They stayed together for some time in the warm water, distractingly washing each other, before they went out, drying themselves together. They finally decided to go play with the other girls for a while; perhaps, they thought, they could talk to that cute girl who introduced herself in class that day. |