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Chapter 2
Dawn of a New Day
I picked the skirt up off the floor and carried it to my bed. Plopping down and bouncing a little I couldn’t help but feel horrible. After what Sid had done how could I just go on like nothing had happened? But I couldn’t just sit here and cry about it all day either. I only had two options; hide it and live in a personal hell or tell others and live in a public hell. I must go on with life. I might not have as much fun in this skirt as planned but I will wear it none the less. I searched for some pantyhose to wear I wasn’t about to go bare after what happened. I pulled out some hose still in the packing and a pair of thick white cotton panties I wanted to feel secure today. A dark red top would match I thought, it was a little too thick for the weather though. I wanted to be sure and cover up any scratches; nothing would be worse than someone asking too many questions of me today.
I looked in the mirror again; there staring back at me was a surprisingly sexy looking schoolgirl. I did look amazing; the kind of girl that dirty old men dream of with this short skirt on. I took out my contacts in favor of my old glasses to complete the look. My hair was naturally straight and flowing like the wind. I looked good, and it made me feel a little reassuring to see myself like this.
Time was growing near I needed to go meet Jess at the bus stop. Gathering a few things I walked over to my door and paused. Sid was outside somewhere. I thought Sid would never hurt me, that he would be my protector, but now I was afraid to see him. He had clearly crossed the line of being out of control. I obviously couldn’t control him anymore, would he listen to me ever again? Questions, questions, questions, its time to go I said and opened the door. Nothing outside had changed, but it felt cold and empty but still inviting. I rushed down the staircase and out the door closing Sid inside. The housekeeper would be along soon, good thing she stayed away from my room!
“Raina Hurry up!” Jessica was apparently entirely too board by herself.
I picked up my pace to a jog, but my belly still sore from the plunging said no and I quickly slowed back down. “I’m coming, hold on a just minute.”
“You almost missed the bus. Good thing its running late this morning there must be damage from the storm. I hope we didn’t get all the way here just to have to bus not able to get to our road.” Jessica said.
“Don’t get your hopes up. It doesn’t even look that bad at all around here. No real limbs anyways. And we had better go to school this morning after what I’ve been though!”
“What happened to you? You look a little bothered, and why are you late?”
I’ve never been any good a lying daddy always caught me, but Jess just isn’t that sharp. Tilting my head with a smile and acting a little embarrassed I said, “well I kind of fell back to sleep and over slept and if it wasn’t for Sid I might not have made it at all. I almost didn’t have time for a shower.”
Jess turned away and began loading her backpack on her shoulder as we heard the eco of the big diesel bus around the bend; “at least one of you is on top of things.”
Wide eyed and jaw dropped I couldn’t believe what my friend had just said! But the bus was in sight so I just kept quite and said nothing.
I endured the bus ride to school I sat over the wheel bump with my legs pulled up and under my chin, and of course Jess was beside me chattering away. If the blue vinyl bus seat in front of me were a dirty old man it would have gotten the view of a lifetime but, it didn’t care and it also didn’t care about small dot of wetness on my panties that wasn’t any of my bodily fluids. It seemed the whole bus and world for that matter was going on as usual chattering away while I sat curled up deeply injured just trying to survive and no one even noticed. I wanted to tell Jess the whole time she jabbered on but I knew I couldn’t. We neared the school while I was just staring out the window with tears welling in my eyes with my best friend oblivious to anything but the sound of her own voice. The sun was just coming up over the tree tops, it was beautiful not a cloud in the blue sky. I hadn’t ever really watched the first peak of the sun as it rose causing the darker blue almost black sky which held the stars and moon to retreat, and I wish it had been on a different morning.
The bus stopped, and with the loud blast of air from the air breaks the door opened and we filed out. I got up with a sniffle and a deep breath, she inquired if I had some allergies acting up because, “it’s that time of year you know.” I could have blackened her eye, both of em. We stepped off the bus and into the chaos just after the bell rang for home room. Apparently our bus was not the only one running late another was just pulling up. Jess and I had different home rooms and she had to go to her locker, so we parted. Quickly and I made my way weaving tough the congested hallways to Mr. Johnson’s class home room class.
I walked in just as the morning announcements were getting started. Some kid who took them a little too seriously droned on, “Drama Students in the “Streetcar of De’Shire” comedy please report to the auditorium by three ten sharp for rehearsal.” I normally sit in the front of the class on the right row. We didn’t have assigned seating but its funny how we kinda assigned our own seats. The different groups of friends all leaning together to make a few circles within the room. Except for me I guess I was kind of a loner and I really felt like it today. Walking across the front of the room with my pleated skirt swishing I felt like eyes were following my every move. I was overly conscious of every step I took fearing a mistake now that would ruin any hope of a better day. I sat in the far back corner of the room today I didn’t want to be seen anymore wearing this silly skirt.
“Congratulations to the girl’s Sugar Jets for their win against the Trenton Tigers last night in Tennis, Soccer practice will be postponed until the work on the field is done…” And football practice and baseball practice and the school parking lot vandals and Mrs. Hanson’s new baby boy blah blah blah. Twenty minuets later when the room was getting hot and smelly he finally ended so roll call could begin. Mr. Johnson was a very kind old man who wore his glasses too far down his nose. He normally just looked around the class to see who was present, but he missed me in my new seat.
“Miss. Parson?” He said, scanning the room for me and looking truly concerned. I rarely missed, but I was in a daze and didn’t hear the first time. “Arianna Parson?” Use of a full name and a little louder tone caught my attention as well as some others.
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Oh there you are’ you’ve moved, is everything alright?”
“Yes I just feel a little under the weather today thank you though.” I wasn’t sure if I had butterflies in my stomach or Sid’s semen swimming around.
“I’m sorry to hear that do you need to go see the nurse?”
“No thanks, I’ll be ok.” I was nervous and didn’t like this he’s nice and all but just not today.
“Well I hope to see you feeling better and back in your seat lest I might count you absent while you’re here!” Seeing how his joke didn’t fetch any sort of reply he got the hint, and went back to the roll.
Billy Mason who had a crush on me since he first saw me rubbernecked looking between the two of us like there was something to hear. He was a pizza faced dorky kid with coke bottle glasses. His black hair was always a little too long, greasy and generally unkempt. He looked like a fifty’s greaser without the style. No matter where he was he always had that greasy look and he smelled too; I was never sure if the smell came from dirty cloths or lack of a shower. Billy was almost always looking at me until I returned his gaze of course, then he tried to look around at others as if it were just a coincidence. Today however, when I looked at him he just stared back like a deer in headlights until I felt uncomfortable and looked away. On second thought I glanced back, and he had a strange look of sincere compassion as if he knew there was something wrong and that he was powerless to help or understand like a kind animal at its ailing master. Why couldn’t I just be left alone today? I wanted to call my dad crying and beg him to come get me or send someone to do it for him.
The bell rang for first class. I waited in my seat while everyone piled out of the door I finally stood up when the room was nearly empty. I thanked Mr. Johnson on my way out for his concern. Now it was to Biology. Why biology of all the classes, I’ve had enough biology for one day, and the teacher, “Ugh.” I hate Miss. P.! Why didn’t I stay home? When I joked with Jess I should have been serious and went straight back to bed. Now I am walking up this flight of stairs in a skirt that too short for this and just generally hating everything that happens to me. I could feel eyes moving over my body and up my skirt as I climbed the stairs. I tossed my long flowing hair over my shoulder and looked back. Billy! That little pervert! Defeated, knowing there was little I could do beyond making a scene I just let that dirty little shit look. I made my way to class and again sat in the back narrowly beating out one of the normal backrow slackers who was running even later than me.
Miss. P. had a real name but it was long and she didn’t feel like teaching us to pronounce it or spell it, so it was just P. It should have been Queen B because she should be a royal bitch sometimes. I normally get along with my teachers very well and I had with Miss. P for a little while. Early in the semester I had argued with her on the topic of evolution and I differed from her opinion; she has never liked me since. I couldn’t show her any weakness today if I did she would have me dancing in front of the class. She started roll call. Miss. P. just called out the names and stared blankly at her book without looking up. She had a strange thing with anatomy posters not just of humans but frogs plants animals bugs you name it and they were plastered all over the room like wallpaper. There were even smaller anatomy flash cards kids had made and they hung from the ceiling on strings. And she loved to teach it at the cost of other materiel too. We had already dissected a frog and a worm. A pig was rumored to be the final.
“Would you please come up and turn in last night assignments.” She continued after finishing the last name without skipping a beat.
Immediately with an eerie burst of instantaneous commotion everyone was digging in their backpacks. Mine was ready so I slipped it out with ease and started up behind a group of boys. Walking had the familiar slip n’ slide feeling between my legs, so I was a little impatient to get mine in and return to my seat.
“And for those of you who for what ever reason or excuse forgot theirs get to stay in class and finish while the rest of us go outside for a lab exercise.” Damn that witch! I was already halfway back to my seat and contemplated turning to get my homework back from the pile.
Mrs. P.’s room 307 was along the eastern side of the building with windows along the back wall. The sun was shining in on my desk wonderfully it felt warm and soothing. There was a wet glisten on my seat illuminated by the sun. At first I thought some prankster had put something in it. It was clearly defined in the shape of my panties; they must be wet. My heart sank, and then raced my cheeks blushed thinking of Billy Mason in the stairwell. Hoping no one had seen I quickened my pace, feeling a little more than wetness between my legs now; my panties were soaked. A quick swipe at my desk seat only smeared it, so I wiped a few more times to an undistinguishable smudge. I just stood for a second trying to gather my thoughts. I know this must be another expulsion of Sid’s cum but where did it come from; he must have filled even the deepest parts of my body. I had to go that was clear. But how much time before my leaking became more obvious and ran down my leg, if it hadn’t already? I closed my eyes willing the world to go away and felt a quivering in my breath. My hose would make me somewhat more secure. A streak of milky cum running down a bare leg would surely catch attention worse than slightly darker shade of wet on my panty hose. Turning I walked straight for Mrs. P. who was looking at the papers. I tried to hold my legs closed which made me walk funny. By this time everyone had their stuff turned in and was reseated. I was being watched by so many eyes trying to pry my skirt up with their mind. Why me!
Dawn of a New Day
I picked the skirt up off the floor and carried it to my bed. Plopping down and bouncing a little I couldn’t help but feel horrible. After what Sid had done how could I just go on like nothing had happened? But I couldn’t just sit here and cry about it all day either. I only had two options; hide it and live in a personal hell or tell others and live in a public hell. I must go on with life. I might not have as much fun in this skirt as planned but I will wear it none the less. I searched for some pantyhose to wear I wasn’t about to go bare after what happened. I pulled out some hose still in the packing and a pair of thick white cotton panties I wanted to feel secure today. A dark red top would match I thought, it was a little too thick for the weather though. I wanted to be sure and cover up any scratches; nothing would be worse than someone asking too many questions of me today.
I looked in the mirror again; there staring back at me was a surprisingly sexy looking schoolgirl. I did look amazing; the kind of girl that dirty old men dream of with this short skirt on. I took out my contacts in favor of my old glasses to complete the look. My hair was naturally straight and flowing like the wind. I looked good, and it made me feel a little reassuring to see myself like this.
Time was growing near I needed to go meet Jess at the bus stop. Gathering a few things I walked over to my door and paused. Sid was outside somewhere. I thought Sid would never hurt me, that he would be my protector, but now I was afraid to see him. He had clearly crossed the line of being out of control. I obviously couldn’t control him anymore, would he listen to me ever again? Questions, questions, questions, its time to go I said and opened the door. Nothing outside had changed, but it felt cold and empty but still inviting. I rushed down the staircase and out the door closing Sid inside. The housekeeper would be along soon, good thing she stayed away from my room!
“Raina Hurry up!” Jessica was apparently entirely too board by herself.
I picked up my pace to a jog, but my belly still sore from the plunging said no and I quickly slowed back down. “I’m coming, hold on a just minute.”
“You almost missed the bus. Good thing its running late this morning there must be damage from the storm. I hope we didn’t get all the way here just to have to bus not able to get to our road.” Jessica said.
“Don’t get your hopes up. It doesn’t even look that bad at all around here. No real limbs anyways. And we had better go to school this morning after what I’ve been though!”
“What happened to you? You look a little bothered, and why are you late?”
I’ve never been any good a lying daddy always caught me, but Jess just isn’t that sharp. Tilting my head with a smile and acting a little embarrassed I said, “well I kind of fell back to sleep and over slept and if it wasn’t for Sid I might not have made it at all. I almost didn’t have time for a shower.”
Jess turned away and began loading her backpack on her shoulder as we heard the eco of the big diesel bus around the bend; “at least one of you is on top of things.”
Wide eyed and jaw dropped I couldn’t believe what my friend had just said! But the bus was in sight so I just kept quite and said nothing.
I endured the bus ride to school I sat over the wheel bump with my legs pulled up and under my chin, and of course Jess was beside me chattering away. If the blue vinyl bus seat in front of me were a dirty old man it would have gotten the view of a lifetime but, it didn’t care and it also didn’t care about small dot of wetness on my panties that wasn’t any of my bodily fluids. It seemed the whole bus and world for that matter was going on as usual chattering away while I sat curled up deeply injured just trying to survive and no one even noticed. I wanted to tell Jess the whole time she jabbered on but I knew I couldn’t. We neared the school while I was just staring out the window with tears welling in my eyes with my best friend oblivious to anything but the sound of her own voice. The sun was just coming up over the tree tops, it was beautiful not a cloud in the blue sky. I hadn’t ever really watched the first peak of the sun as it rose causing the darker blue almost black sky which held the stars and moon to retreat, and I wish it had been on a different morning.
The bus stopped, and with the loud blast of air from the air breaks the door opened and we filed out. I got up with a sniffle and a deep breath, she inquired if I had some allergies acting up because, “it’s that time of year you know.” I could have blackened her eye, both of em. We stepped off the bus and into the chaos just after the bell rang for home room. Apparently our bus was not the only one running late another was just pulling up. Jess and I had different home rooms and she had to go to her locker, so we parted. Quickly and I made my way weaving tough the congested hallways to Mr. Johnson’s class home room class.
I walked in just as the morning announcements were getting started. Some kid who took them a little too seriously droned on, “Drama Students in the “Streetcar of De’Shire” comedy please report to the auditorium by three ten sharp for rehearsal.” I normally sit in the front of the class on the right row. We didn’t have assigned seating but its funny how we kinda assigned our own seats. The different groups of friends all leaning together to make a few circles within the room. Except for me I guess I was kind of a loner and I really felt like it today. Walking across the front of the room with my pleated skirt swishing I felt like eyes were following my every move. I was overly conscious of every step I took fearing a mistake now that would ruin any hope of a better day. I sat in the far back corner of the room today I didn’t want to be seen anymore wearing this silly skirt.
“Congratulations to the girl’s Sugar Jets for their win against the Trenton Tigers last night in Tennis, Soccer practice will be postponed until the work on the field is done…” And football practice and baseball practice and the school parking lot vandals and Mrs. Hanson’s new baby boy blah blah blah. Twenty minuets later when the room was getting hot and smelly he finally ended so roll call could begin. Mr. Johnson was a very kind old man who wore his glasses too far down his nose. He normally just looked around the class to see who was present, but he missed me in my new seat.
“Miss. Parson?” He said, scanning the room for me and looking truly concerned. I rarely missed, but I was in a daze and didn’t hear the first time. “Arianna Parson?” Use of a full name and a little louder tone caught my attention as well as some others.
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Oh there you are’ you’ve moved, is everything alright?”
“Yes I just feel a little under the weather today thank you though.” I wasn’t sure if I had butterflies in my stomach or Sid’s semen swimming around.
“I’m sorry to hear that do you need to go see the nurse?”
“No thanks, I’ll be ok.” I was nervous and didn’t like this he’s nice and all but just not today.
“Well I hope to see you feeling better and back in your seat lest I might count you absent while you’re here!” Seeing how his joke didn’t fetch any sort of reply he got the hint, and went back to the roll.
Billy Mason who had a crush on me since he first saw me rubbernecked looking between the two of us like there was something to hear. He was a pizza faced dorky kid with coke bottle glasses. His black hair was always a little too long, greasy and generally unkempt. He looked like a fifty’s greaser without the style. No matter where he was he always had that greasy look and he smelled too; I was never sure if the smell came from dirty cloths or lack of a shower. Billy was almost always looking at me until I returned his gaze of course, then he tried to look around at others as if it were just a coincidence. Today however, when I looked at him he just stared back like a deer in headlights until I felt uncomfortable and looked away. On second thought I glanced back, and he had a strange look of sincere compassion as if he knew there was something wrong and that he was powerless to help or understand like a kind animal at its ailing master. Why couldn’t I just be left alone today? I wanted to call my dad crying and beg him to come get me or send someone to do it for him.
The bell rang for first class. I waited in my seat while everyone piled out of the door I finally stood up when the room was nearly empty. I thanked Mr. Johnson on my way out for his concern. Now it was to Biology. Why biology of all the classes, I’ve had enough biology for one day, and the teacher, “Ugh.” I hate Miss. P.! Why didn’t I stay home? When I joked with Jess I should have been serious and went straight back to bed. Now I am walking up this flight of stairs in a skirt that too short for this and just generally hating everything that happens to me. I could feel eyes moving over my body and up my skirt as I climbed the stairs. I tossed my long flowing hair over my shoulder and looked back. Billy! That little pervert! Defeated, knowing there was little I could do beyond making a scene I just let that dirty little shit look. I made my way to class and again sat in the back narrowly beating out one of the normal backrow slackers who was running even later than me.
Miss. P. had a real name but it was long and she didn’t feel like teaching us to pronounce it or spell it, so it was just P. It should have been Queen B because she should be a royal bitch sometimes. I normally get along with my teachers very well and I had with Miss. P for a little while. Early in the semester I had argued with her on the topic of evolution and I differed from her opinion; she has never liked me since. I couldn’t show her any weakness today if I did she would have me dancing in front of the class. She started roll call. Miss. P. just called out the names and stared blankly at her book without looking up. She had a strange thing with anatomy posters not just of humans but frogs plants animals bugs you name it and they were plastered all over the room like wallpaper. There were even smaller anatomy flash cards kids had made and they hung from the ceiling on strings. And she loved to teach it at the cost of other materiel too. We had already dissected a frog and a worm. A pig was rumored to be the final.
“Would you please come up and turn in last night assignments.” She continued after finishing the last name without skipping a beat.
Immediately with an eerie burst of instantaneous commotion everyone was digging in their backpacks. Mine was ready so I slipped it out with ease and started up behind a group of boys. Walking had the familiar slip n’ slide feeling between my legs, so I was a little impatient to get mine in and return to my seat.
“And for those of you who for what ever reason or excuse forgot theirs get to stay in class and finish while the rest of us go outside for a lab exercise.” Damn that witch! I was already halfway back to my seat and contemplated turning to get my homework back from the pile.
Mrs. P.’s room 307 was along the eastern side of the building with windows along the back wall. The sun was shining in on my desk wonderfully it felt warm and soothing. There was a wet glisten on my seat illuminated by the sun. At first I thought some prankster had put something in it. It was clearly defined in the shape of my panties; they must be wet. My heart sank, and then raced my cheeks blushed thinking of Billy Mason in the stairwell. Hoping no one had seen I quickened my pace, feeling a little more than wetness between my legs now; my panties were soaked. A quick swipe at my desk seat only smeared it, so I wiped a few more times to an undistinguishable smudge. I just stood for a second trying to gather my thoughts. I know this must be another expulsion of Sid’s cum but where did it come from; he must have filled even the deepest parts of my body. I had to go that was clear. But how much time before my leaking became more obvious and ran down my leg, if it hadn’t already? I closed my eyes willing the world to go away and felt a quivering in my breath. My hose would make me somewhat more secure. A streak of milky cum running down a bare leg would surely catch attention worse than slightly darker shade of wet on my panty hose. Turning I walked straight for Mrs. P. who was looking at the papers. I tried to hold my legs closed which made me walk funny. By this time everyone had their stuff turned in and was reseated. I was being watched by so many eyes trying to pry my skirt up with their mind. Why me!