*Disclaimer: I found the beginning of this story on an old hard drive and continued to write it recently. I have no idea if I wrote the original beginning or if someone else did, so apologies if someone else sees similarity to an existing story but if that is the case I am making no attempt to steal it, just to finish what I found on my drive. It could be I did write it and just can't recall as it was fairly old and does seem like something I may have started back then. Anyway hope it is enjoyable for some, it does start with no intercourse but that changes later.
Lydia, a twenty-year-old teachers college student was sleeping soundly when her radio alarm clicked on. Slowly the volume increased as she woke from her slumber, the sounds of a new Taylor Swift track started to fill the room. (Okay so she had no taste in radio station, but what do you expect of a twenty-year-old girl?). She slowly turned over, her long black hair slipping from her pixie like face, and she opened her beautiful green eyes. Quickly she closed them as the sunshine streaming into the room shot directly into them.
She had been up late the night before preparing the lesson. This was no ordinary lesson to prepare; this was her first actually in charge of the class she had been assisting as student teacher with for the past four weeks. Today she got her chance to take the whole class and she wanted to excel. More so was the fact that she had somehow been posted to her old Alma Mata. That wasn't regular and at first, she was most concerned that it could be a problem, however it had been anything but. She had feared that as an ex prefect, dating only three years back, that the students might have been tough on her, especially as some had been in her very own house group and she had had to discipline some from time to time. Oh, none of that old Victorian school spanking, paddling, or whatever it is that some might instantly picture. Simply it was her job to ensure that her house got the most merit points in the school. That meant at times she had to recommend students for extra tuition, gave detention, and when it came to ensuring they won the intra school sports, she made sure that those less well equipped to excel at sports were made to work extra hard. Sometimes some of this would upset the girls in her house but that was something that was unavoidable. She had worried about those students she had leaned on a little being less than cooperative with the now student teacher, but had also worried that those she had been friendlier with might have shown her little or no respect believing they could still treat her as a friend. She was only two years senior to the girls and while that had seemed like a lot at eighteen as compared to sixteen, now some of these eighteen-year-olds looked much older than her. Still, none of that had eventuated and so looked forward to this day, her first really in charge of a class.
Lydia threw back her quilt and straightened her t-shirt that had slid up under her covers. The white shirt with a light pink heart on the middle was not sexy night attire, but was comfortable. She slid her legs around ninety degrees off the bed. She slowly stood up and did a quick yawn/stretch, standing on her tiptoes. She flattened her feet back down and slid her two pointer fingers inside the leg holes of her white cotton panties and slid the slight wedgie out of her bottom. She looked into the mirror opposite her bed and saw her 5' 4" slim frame looking back at her. God, she needed a shower she thought. Realizing the time, she rapidly got herself ready. She wore a conservative white business suit and white blouse, hoping to look very professional on this important day. She quickly grabbed some orange juice and made her way out the door and raced toward the bus stop with briefcase in hand containing her planned lesson. She had really had fears of forgetting the lesson outline, in fact she thought, wasn't that the nightmare she had last night?
Lydia hated the early morning bus into the city. It was always packed and standing room only by the time it got to her stop. Men, or school boys, it seemed always found a way of standing very close and either slid their hands on to her, rubbed themselves up against her, or stared right through her clothes. They always did it in a way that it could be deemed unintentional but it seemed to happen far too often. Worst was when there was a group of schoolboys all egging each other on, or daring one another to do something silly. Today she just wanted to concentrate on her lesson so even though she stood among a group of boys she didn't even take much notice. That is until the bus started to slow down at what was obviously their stop. As she heard laughter and a few boys shout GO ON DO IT, I DARE YOU, they started to leap from the open door of the bus. She turned her head around to see what 'do it' meant, as she felt a hand on the small of her back slide quickly inside the top of her skirt and her white cotton panties get pulled upwards. It wasn't too hard and the boy quickly let go and leapt off the bus. He panties had however slid up the crack of her bottom and the band was obviously exposed. The bus started to move again and she almost lost balance grabbing the closest pole to her. As the bus slowly moved off, she tried to straighten her panties while trying to remain inconspicuous. Of course, that was impossible as many eyes bore into the back of her as she tried to push the waistband of the panties down and pick the wedgie out. Unfortunately, the wedgie, for the most part, was going to have to stay put for now inside the crack of her backside as she didn't want to make anymore of a spectacle of herself. Damn she thought, what a way to start this important day.
Little did she know that wasn't the last wedgie she would get today or over the next month, and far, far, far, from being the most embarrassing, or more like humiliating and degrading.
At the same time Lydia was getting her wedgie on the bus, Kerry was waking up from her sleep. Kerry, an eighteen-year-old from what would be Lydia's class today, had already hit the snooze button three times and her mother had had to shout telling her she would be late again. Kerry slowly moved her overweight body out of bed. Her mum said she was big boned and told her not to worry. Kids weren't so diplomatic. She used to have trouble when she was younger with some of the older kids picking on her but now, she was in her last year and was the biggest girl in the school, she had no problems. In fact, she kind of liked being the school bully, and had forgotten the past indignities until the last four weeks. She pulled her curly dirty blonde hair back from her round face and put a band in it to hold it back. Lydia would get hers today she thought, as she got ready. She wasn't quite sure yet what she wanted to do, in fact in truth it was unlikely she would have done anything except for how events turned out. She probably would have just thought all day about what she would liked to have done, but never really acted, except events seemed to drive themselves in the end.
It wasn't that Kerry had always disliked Lydia, in fact even four weeks ago when Lydia walked back into the school after a two-year absence, those same feelings she had felt before stirred in her body. Kerry had indeed had a crush on her house captain. It wasn't that she necessarily thought of herself as a lesbian but being at an all-girls' school, and having no sexual experience to speak of, she had felt herself attracted to Lydia more and more. She admired her and then started to try to be around her house captain more. She would follow her around and help Lydia whenever she could. After a while she started fantasizing about Lydia at night.
Then it all came to an end. Lydia who she thought could do no wrong humiliated her in front of many of the other kids in the house and had made her the brunt of jokes for weeks.
For Lydia it wasn't a deliberate attempt to hurt her. Lydia wanted dearly to win the intra school shield on the last year she was there and with things tight made a comment she thought little more of two minutes later. She was looking for a volunteer for a sports event and no one seemed to be coming forward.
Kerry, although obviously not a sportswoman, wanted to help out Lydia any way she could. After an eerie silence, Kerry spoke up and said she would run in the race for Lydia, smiling what she hoped was a friendly and secretly deep down also hoping was a sexy smile that would make Lydia suddenly realize she wanted to be Kerry's girlfriend as much as Kerry wanted her. Well, that was the unrealistic fantasy anyway.
Lydia looked at Kerry, and smiled back.
Kerry's heart skipped a beat as she thought that Lydia had noticed and had reacted in the way she was fantasizing.
Lydia's smile turned into a grin and she said 'Come on Kerry I want someone who has a chance, I don't want to sound mean but you aren't exactly built to be a runner'.
