"So lucky," Jazmin laughed, walking into school with Brielle. "I know! I guess for once I'm actually glad you got me into an atomic wedgie so quick," Brielle said, smiling with a slight blush. "If Madison and Ellen had seen us having that lame - errr, I mean, dorky - ah! That... awesome wedgie fight, it would've been so embarrassing!" She said, her blush deepening slowly as she spoke. Jazmin nodded slowly and laughed, "yeah, way too close of a call. But I think it's worth mentioning..." Jazmin smirked, taking a step in front of Brielle, "I gave my girlfriend a wedgie last night and you didn't! What, are you scared to give Ellen a wedgie? Huh? Scaredy cat?" The short Latina teased her pale blonde friend, whose face was getting redder by the second.
"Shut up, bubble butt!" Brielle hissed, slapping Jazmin's arm. "I was not 'scared', okay? I just didn't do it because I... didn't need to!" She said, her mind rushing back to her and Ellen's first kiss, where Ellen had almost literally swept her off her feet, including gripping her bubble butt tightly for the whole kiss. "Ellen knows who the boss is, okay?" She huffed, standing up straight, trying to feel powerful by standing tall above her short friend.
"Yeah?" Jazmin giggled, throwing an arm around Brielle's neck and giving her a quick noogie, knocking off Brielle's blue baseball cap, "I'm sure she definitely knows who's in charge!" She teased before finally letting a frantic Brielle out of the embarrassing situation. "Jaz-min-uh!" Brielle whined, fixing her hair. "Not cool!" "Relax, no one saw! No one else is even here," she smiled as they walked towards their lockers.
"Still!" Brielle groaned, finally smoothing her hair out and putting her hat back on. "Just because you won the wedgie war or whatever doesn't mean you can just do stuff like that to me in school!" Jazmin giggled as they got to their lockers, "Oh, yeah? Who's gonna stop me? Pretty princess Brielle and her big scary girlfriend?" Brielle licked her teeth and crossed her arms, standing up straight with a smile, "Hmmm, no, I was thinking maybe... Cindy? Oh, or I could tell your mommy! I'm sure she'd be more than happy to come down here and give you a nice, long, humiliating spanking!"
Jazmin's demeanor shrank as Brielle spoke, and she averted her eyes, a blush quickly coming to her tan cheeks. "Okay, whatever, shut up," she groaned, turning to her locker, leaving Brielle with her turn to giggle now. "Just cool it, all right, bubble butt? Then I won't have to sic your little sister on you to give you wedgies!" She teased, opening her locker as well.
"Maybe if you played a sport instead of reading those dumb books and doing math all day - like a NERD - you could give me a wedgie yourself," Jazmin retorted with a smug smile. "Oh, really?" Brielle asked, "Play a sport? What sport do you play?" Jazmin stiffened her back a bit as she got her locker open, "I may have... given the head of the volleyball team a shoulder wedgie and made her run laps until I got a spot," she responded with a slight smile.
"What, volleyball? But we hate the volleyball girls! They're total losers!" "Well, now that I'm on the team, not all of them will be!" Jazmin smirked, turning to Brielle, who rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, bubble butt... did Madison tell you she wanted you to join the volleyball team?" Jazmin's smile didn't falter as she replied with a simple, "maybe. Not that it matters to you."
"And what happens when she finds out her big, strong volleyball player girlfriend wears..." Brielle scoffed and giggling as she yanked Jazmin's leggings down around her big booty, "pink panties with white frills?" Jazmin's smug face instantly dropped, and her hands slapped against her bubble butt, causing it to wobble slightly before she struggled to pull the leggings up over her over-sized rear end. "Cut it out. princess!" Jazmin spat, looking around with a blush.
"Relax, no one saw! No one else is even here," Brielle said mockingly as she got her locker open. "Ugh, whatever... anyways! She isn't going to find out, because I wedgie HER, not the other way around," Jazmin smirked as she finished getting her leggings adjusted, trying not to let her panty-lines show through too much. "You know, I could get you a spot on the team pretty easy," Jazmin said, brushing her dark hair out of her face. "But you're gonna have to put your calculator and nerdy books down to play."
"What, and wear those embarrassing booty shorts? No thanks!" Brielle giggled, trying to brush off her friend's insult. "I'm surprised they even make shorts big enough for your fat butt," she smirked, causing Jazmin to blush and roll her eyes, both girls turning to their lockers. "Anyways, wanna watch a movie or something tonight? I've already got all our homework done for the next couple days and..." Brielle's sentence trailed off as the two bullies felt some standing behind them. Immediately, Brielle's mind darted down to her tight blue jeans, hoping with all of her might that her yellow panties with her name stitched into the waistband weren't peeking up.
Who do the girls see when they turn around?
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