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This is the second of the Wanda series. It starts off after Wanda at the Beach, where Wanda’s two best friends held her arms back while her longtime harasser exposed her breasts to an excited crowd. Wanda was an eighteen-year-old senior getting ready to graduate. She was 5’4″ and black. She had almond-shaped dark eyes and high full cheeks. Her chin was small and round. She always wore her short hair in ringlets. Her nose was definitely African in shape but still on the small side. She had full pillowy lips that matched her mocha skin color. She was curvy all over and a great shapely ass and legs. All that was overshadowed by her huge perfect breasts. They looked like half melons on her chest and were capped by large nipples which everyone now knew.
It had to be a dream. That’s what it felt like. That’s how it felt to Dillon as he basked in the memory of Wanda’s light brown nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Wanda used cocoa and shay butter lotion and her nipples actually tasted like chocolate. To the huge crowd of boys, who had spent their entire puberty fantasizing of seeing Wanda’s breasts, it was literally like a dream come true. Dillon and his friends had literally spent their entire teen years imagining Wanda in some Porky’s type wacky scenario with her tits out, had just realized a longtime dream. Wanda’s best friends Britney and Ashley couldn’t believe how much money they had collected from their male classmates for betraying the third in their trio of BFFs. Wanda felt like it was a dream when she remembered the looks in the eyes of what seemed like every boy from school. She couldn’t possibly remember each face that saw her exposure as she scanned the crowd. The amount of detail she could recall was so surreal it had to be a dream.
It wasn’t a dream though. Dillon’s nose still hurt from the straight right Wanda had unleashed on him as soon as she got her hands free. Britney and Ashley did actually have a stack of money that they had traded for Wanda’s trust and friendship. Wanda could still feel the sticky residue Dillon had left on her breasts when he had used his slimy racist tongue and mouth on her breasts. She scrubbed with alcohol and from the sharp sting discovered he had actually broken the skin when he bit down on her nipple. Most of all it wasn’t a dream because of the pictures. There had been tons of pictures.
Everyone was ready. The whole thing had been planned out. Everyone was in on it. Her best friends had set her up. Told her what a great idea spring break volleyball would be. Told her about all the college boys that would be there. They convinced her she should be the permanent server so she would be closest to the bleachers. They had even signaled the crowd with a double thumbs up. Cameras were everywhere. Wanda remembered what must have been hundreds of camera flashes in the sea of faces.
It slowly started to dawn on her that her friends had helped her pick out her bikini. They had planned the betrayal that far back. Had they convinced her to break it off with her longtime boyfriend Julio “Julie” Duran. Julie had struck so much fear among the boys at school that no one dared harass her while she dated him. Britney and Ashley always said Julie wasn’t attractive enough to be with her. Hearing that enough eventually convinced Wanda to suggest an open relationship once they separated for college. Julie didn’t take that diyarbakır escort very well and their relationship ended because of it.
Wanda felt awful when she remembered how she had treated Julie. She had enjoyed the hurt she caused him when he knew she was moving on to college guys. It was an ego boost to have so much power over him. Why had she thought college boys were so special. Julie was amazing in bed. He was a top-notch athlete with incredible stamina. He was completely devoted to her and focused all his attention on pleasing her. The thing that pleased him most was bringing her pleasure. He had only been with her and she had trained him perfectly. He knew just how to touch her. She had taken it for granted that she would always be touched that way. That was just what it was like when a guy touched your body.
She learned the hard way, that wasn’t true. Dillon’s hands were like an obscene presence on her body. She felt queasy as his fingers made contact with the bare skin of her stomach. His hands were the opposite of Julie. Julie had rough calloused hands from constantly gripping weights in the gym. They felt like a man’s hands. Dillon had soft hands. Julie had warm hands that generated heat as they gently glided over her skin. Dillon’s hands were cold and clammy as they roughly groped flesh. Julie handled her nipples with kid gloves, always gentle at first and slowly increase pressure as he went. Always watching how for her reaction and adjusting accordingly. Dillon just latched his fingers to her tips like a pair of pliers and tugged her breasts into an obscene shape. He had stretched her nipple to her own mouth as though she would actually suck them for the crowd. She turned her head away in disgust. Disgust at her own breast.
The only thing keeping Wanda sane was that she had punched Dillon. She had drawn blood and maybe broken his nose. It felt like his nose broke. He had actually dropped to his rump in pain in front of the same crowd he had gathered to witness her humiliation. The fact he had looked at her with his eyes watering up from the pain and still smiled and telling her it was worth it filled her with rage. She doubted he would feel that way when Julie got a hold of him. Payback was going to be a bitch.
Wanda thought back to the first time she had seen Julie. She had barely noticed him. She remembered Dillon threatening him and being glad to not be the focus of Dillon and his crew of friends for even a few minutes. When Dillon snapped her bra a few minutes later. Julie didn’t hesitate to stand and strike Dillon hard enough to send him desk and all toppling over. Even outnumbered five to one he stared down Dillon’s friends, confident in his ability to handle the lot of them. Their embarrassment at being backed down was Wanda’s best memory of her life. Once she started actually dating Julie, Dillon and his friends never dreamed of messing with Wanda again. At least that’s what she thought.
She found out different. She remembered Dillon promising to show her tits off to everyone. Well, she swore that she would get back at Dillon, his friends, and her ex-best friends Britney and Ashley. She didn’t know how but she knew Julie would defend her honor.
The first day back was torture. It was like being back in middle school all over again. Everyone was openly staring at her chest. The boys edirne escort all gave her a knowing grin. They knew what she looked like and she knew they knew. The whispers were everywhere. She didn’t know if the whispers were worse than the comments. She couldn’t walk ten feet without hearing Cocoa tits or Pudding nipples or worse melon patch. She hated melon patch the most. It added an element of racism that pushed the humiliation almost over the edge.
She arrived at Julie’s locker as he rounded the other corner. She Started to say something but paused when she noticed something taped to his locker. It was a picture of Wanda in her yellow bikini from spring break. Wanda’s blood ran cold when she saw it. She looked sexy as hell with the push-up top and large open cleavage window. At least it was all the way on. Julie assumed Wanda had put it there.
“Wow” was all Julie said.
Julie quickly looked to the ground. All of his shyness had returned since Wanda had broken up with him. She was the only girl he ever really talked to and all his confidence was gone after the breakup. She felt bad for hurting him. If he only knew how great he was. She promised herself that this time she would make sure he knew how special he was. Just his presence was enough to stop all the direct harassment she had been on the receiving end of just moments ago. The whispering had stopped and there was a nervous look on the faces of many of the boys who minutes ago were openly commenting on her breasts. She had forgotten how much Julie protected her and how safe she felt around him. She was looking forward to setting him loose on Dillon. It wouldn’t hurt her to have him knock around a few of the loudmouths too. The melon patch guys for sure. No one was staring anymore. She knew they were paying attention to them but doing their best to look like they weren’t.
Julie didn’t register any of it. He was looking at the ground but sneaking quick peeks at the photo taped to his locker. She realized she would again have to do all the talking. She told him how much she missed him. and how sorry she was. It was a mistake she would never make again. She wanted him to hold him again and keep her safe from Dillon.
That confused him. She realized he didn’t know anything about what had happened at the beach. This shouldn’t have been a surprise Julie was a total loner. He spent most of his time in the gym. He was the son of a semi-famous light heavyweight contender and had been groomed in his father’s image as soon as he could walk. He hadn’t known about the set up in advance. Of course, he would have stopped it if he had known. He would have fought every boy in school to defend Wanda if he knew. There wasn’t a boy in the school with enough balls to tell Julie they had known about the plan and had let it happen without at least telling Julie.
The idea that she would have to tell him sent a chill through her spine. She figured he knew she thought everyone knew. It felt like the whole world was there. She wondered if there was a way of setting Julie on her tormentors without telling him what happened. If there was a way to do that without letting Julie know he wasn’t special for having gotten to see her breasts. That now everyone had seen them. She wanted Julie to still feel special.
The first bell rang. Julie kissed her cheek and said they would talk edirne escort bayan later. Wanda made a quick stop at her locker. There were a few residual whispers as she walked the halls, from people who didn’t get the message, That she and Julie were back together, the one stray comment she heard was quickly shut down by a terrified friend who clued in the loudmouth that Wanda and Julie were back together. The commenter was genuinely scared when he heard that. She liked that. It felt good to be feared again. Whatever it took for the boys to go back to treating her with respect. Wanda really wanted to be the one to tell Dillon she and Julie were back together again. She would love to see his expression change. He would be so proud of what he’d done to her. To watch as that pride turned to terror. There was a real possibility that Julie would literally kill Dillon. She could work Julie up enough to cause some serious damage.
Wanda had not seen or heard from either Ashley or Britney since the incident and Wanda wasn’t sure how she was going to react when they came face to face. Julie wouldn’t hit a girl no matter what. Wanda couldn’t afford to mess up right before school let out her college depended on a solid finish to High school. Julie had taught Wanda how to throw punches with the full force of her body. Wanda could hit like a man as Dillon found out already.
Wanda was enjoying the thought when she got to her locker and saw another picture taped to her locker. In this one, Wanda had her arms in the air, held in place by her treacherous former friends. Dillon is standing next to her looking directly into the camera. the smirk on his face like the devil himself. Wanda’s eyes were wide with shock in the picture as she had realized what was about to happen. Wanda’s blood was boiling as she relived the moment. Seeing the huge smile on her supposed friend Ashley’s face made her even madder.
She opened her locker to find another photo har been slipped through the air slots. In this photo, Dillon appeared to be caressing her stomach. He was no longer looking into the camera but was looking out the corner of his eye to see Wanda’s expression as she cocked her head in his direction. Wanda’s mouth was agape in surprise, anger, and, disgust. It’s hard to tell if Dillon is getting more pleasure from Wanda’s hate or the feel of Wanda’s bare skin in his hands, but it’s clear he is loving both. Ashley is leaning forward staring in joyful anticipation at Wanda’s chest.
Wanda’s hatred was growing, so photos of the incident were going to be a thing now. She was going to be finding photos in her locker like horrible easter eggs. It dawned on her that Julie had also had a photo taped to his locker. Julie had gotten so distracted by Wanda he never opened his locker before her went off to class. She wondered if someone had slipped a photo inside his locker too. Wanda rushed to Julie’s locker and indeed found a photo slipped into Julie’s locker. Luckly, the edge of the photo was just barely peeking out of the slot. With much effort, Wanda was able to retrieve the photo from the locker. Wanda was relieved that Julie wouldn’t find it.
This photo was of the Wanda, Dillon and her two ex-friends from the waist up. Dillon has Wanda top firmly balled up in fist preparing to lift it for the crowd. He and Ashley are looking into each other’s eyes. Ashley clearly approving of whats about to happen. Britney is peaking over Wanda’s shoulder to see how everything progressing. Britney seems as curious about what charms Wanda is hiding in her top. Wanda is realizing that Dillon’s friends are capturing this on video from multiple angles and what that means.
To be continued.
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