The following day, the Saturday, I walked nervously into the mall to meet John. I’d dressed in my short, dark blue satin prom dress. A dark blue ribbon tied in my hair, underneath I’d persuaded mom to buy me some new underwear, matching silk panties and bra in a lighter blue that complimented my dress to perfection. Not that I intended for John to see them, not on the first date. I had the four inch black patent shoes on my feet and I was carrying a black patent purse to match. Ok, maybe I wasn’t Nicole Kidman, but I knew I looked pretty damn good. He came up to me and my stomach flipped. He looked so cool, tight jeans, a loose jacket over a Boss T-shirt, hair styled to perfection, he was a good looking dude, there was no doubt.
“Hi, Helen, glad to see you made it. Fancy a coke?”
“Yeah, that’ll be nice,” I replied. I gave him a relieved smile, thank God he’d turned up. He kissed me, it just brushed my lips, but it ignited a small fire inside me that I hoped would smolder for a long, long time. He bought cokes and we sat chatting happily. Then he took me into the movie theatre and we settled back to watch a film, some kind of action flick, a load of muscle-bound guys running around with guns, not my kind of thing, but I had my boyfriend’s arm comfortably around me and periodically he turned to kiss me, he was so warm, so passionate. Too passionate.
I had to push his hand off my tits for the fifth time, he certainly wasn’t wasting any time. But this was our first date, I wanted to know a little more about the guy before he got inside my matching silk bra and panties. Not that much more, admittedly, but a little bit more would be nice. After the movie, we went outside and he helped me into his car to drive me back, a ten year old Chevrolet Camaro, very racy, a real muscle car. It was well past time for him to get me home, but we sat chatting and necking in the car park for a while, mom wouldn’t be too worried if I was a little late. I felt his hand slide under my dress and inside my panties.
“John, don’t do that, please.”
“Don’t be such a baby, Helen, you and I, you know, we were made for each other.”
His hand didn’t stop, he actually touched my vagina before I grabbed his hand to stop him.
“I said no, John, stop it.”
“Shut the fuck up, you whore,” he snarled. “You’re gonna put out for me one way or the other.”
I grabbed his hand, but he was so strong that he easily shook me off. He tore my panties away from my body, ripping my lovely silk underwear in two as if it was made of paper.
I was terrified, too terrified to fight. There was only one thing to do, I screamed, shouted, emptied my lungs in torrent of noise that echoed around the mall car park. He flung his hand over my mouth and choked my cry, with his other hand he undid his buttons and pulled down his pants. He wasn’t wearing shorts, his dick sprung out, hard, excited, and erect.
“You try screaming again and I’ll break your nose, you fucking bitch, so shut up and enjoy it.”
His hand came off of my mouth and felt around my tits, his other hand was already fumbling inside the entrance to my vagina.
“Please,” I whimpered quietly. “Don’t do this. Please.”
He ignored me and climbed on top of me to fuck me, I shut my eyes and felt the tears running down my face. There was a noise of the car opening, “what the fuck?” then he was dragged off me and thrown out onto the tarmac, I opened my eyes and saw him lying there, hastily tucking his cock back inside his pants. I looked around me, several girls were standing outside the car and two of them started to kick and punch John. When I wiped the tears from my eyes, I was amazed to recognize Emma Byrne and the other girls from the Glee club. She looked at me sympathetically. “Are you ok, Helen, did that bastard hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No, thanks to you people, I’m ok.”
The two girls finished kicking John, who staggered to his feet. I smiled, he was bruised, his jacket and jeans obviously ripped.
“You fuckers, you ain’t got no right to…”
Rachel Griffiths stood in front of him, she was the tallest of the Glee club girls, an athlete, fit and strong. “Oh dear, such bad language.” Then she kneed him in the balls and he hunched over in pain.
Emma helped me out of the car. One of her hands was on my breast, but somehow it was different, not threatening. Our eyes met and she gave me a small smile. “We’d better get you back into the mall, you can use the bathroom to clean up. We’ll come with you to make sure you’re ok.”
We walked through the doors and behind us I heard John’s car starting up and screech out of the lot. We went in the bathroom and they cleaned me up, ten minutes later we were eating a burger and drinking coke.
“How did you find me?” I asked them.
“We saw you with John Curtis, we all know his reputation so we kept an eye on you, we thought it might turn nasty. Don’t worry, he’s a coward, he won’t bother you again.”
I looked at all six of them. “I can’t thank you enough, I owe all of you for what you did. Thanks.”
They grinned. “That’s what we do,” Emma said. “We girls stick together. You ought to think about joining Glee, though, you’ll find it a lot of fun.
I told them I’d think about it. On Monday, it was Emma’s turn to be tearful when she opened her locker and found several photos planted inside, all images of her in degrading positions showing lesbian sexual acts.
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chapter TWO
This time it was my turn to come to the rescue. She was on her own, clutching five large photos, tears streaming down her eyes. I went up to her and she handed me the pictures, they all showed her naked having sex with other girls.
“It’s not me, Helen, honestly, none of them. I don’t understand.”
I put my arm around her. “Hey, we’ll get to the bottom of this, let me look at them more closely.”
I held one of the photos near to my eyes and examined it.
“They’re computer prints, Emma, Photoshop stuff. I’d wager any money that someone has electronically pasted your face onto other photos they’ve downloaded from the internet. See, some of the images are low quality, you can even see the pixels, some of the others are higher quality. They’re not even good fakes.”
“But what if other people see them, they’ll think I’m awful, really horrible.”
“But it’s not you,” I said. “That’s the important thing. You helped me when I needed it, now I’m going to help you. We’ll start looking around the school and hunt down the scum that did this, without giving away what is on the images we’ll say we’ve got a good idea who did it.”
“But we don’t know who it was,” she said desperately.
I smiled. “They don’t know that. We’ll give them something to be frightened about. In the meantime, we’ll find out who it really was, we’re going to get this fucker.”
She held onto me tightly. “Helen, I don’t know what to say.” She was so vulnerable, so soft and gentle, who could want to hurt her? I hugged her and stroked her hair. “Don’t say anything, we’re on a mission now, Emma, we’re gonna take this fucker down.”
She managed a wan smile.
“That’s better,” I said confidently. I kissed her cheek and unwound her arms from me. “We need to get to classes. Let’s deal with this later, we’ll get your Glee club friends to help out.”
Her face was still tear filled. “Thank you, Helen,” she whispered. God, how I wanted to kiss her, to reassure her that I would make it right, whatever it took, she was so special. But I resisted the temptation and we went towards the class room, arm in arm.
I sat at a vacant desk, ready for another lonely lesson, but to my joy, Emma sat down next to me. That was the start, we studied in the same lessons for most of the time and we started to become good friends. I felt fantastic that such a pretty girl was spending time with me, she was a real babe. During the break, I sat with her and her Glee club friends, they tried to persuade me to try out with them but I still wasn’t sure. Emma put her soft, small hand on my arm.
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bsp; “Look, we’re really short of new people, if you did join us it would be fantastic, think about it, Helen, will you? Besides, we’d make a good team, you and me.”
The pressure on my arm increased. It felt damn good to be wanted, I put my hand over hers.
“I’ll think about it, sure. I think I’d like to look at it, anyway, see if I’m good enough.”
In the afternoon I played hockey for the first time, trying out for the school team. Hockey was a game I loved, from the moment I got changed into my short, pleated hockey skirt and my other kit, I felt good, at peace with the world.
Mom had bought me some saucy, frilly white panties to wear under my skirt, I thought if the spectators were going to see my underwear during a heavy tackle or gust of wind they were going to see something a bit daring. I pulled on long socks and boots, the singlet in the dark red school colors over my white sports bra. My tits weren’t exactly gigantic, although I thought they looked pretty good, but I liked to think I needed a sports bra to stop them wobbling up and down like two rubber balls. Then I joined the other girls on the team and ran out onto the field. To my joy, the cheerleaders were practicing at the same time, I recognized all of the Glee club girls, they cheered when they saw me and pranced up and down in their tiny dresses, the material barely covering their pretty young bodies. I grinned when they jumped really high, underneath the dresses they were wearing frilly white panties the same as mine. Towards the end of the game, I scored a goal and they went crazy, leaping up and down in a flurry of dark red skirts over frilly white panties.
I’d arrived, I thought exultantly, I’d made some friends, good friends who were literally cheering for me. When we went into the changing room they came around to congratulate me. I’d just taken off my little hockey skirt and was standing in my frilly panties. Emma came across to me, she’d taken off her dress and was attired in frilly white panties and a sports bra, just like the one I was wearing. I couldn’t resist taking off my hockey singlet there and then.
“We’re like sisters, twins, you and me,” Emma said, looking at my underwear and then at hers. She put her hands on my panties to look at the material.
“Yeah, I thought so, they’re the same, exactly the same.”
I didn’t say a word, I shivered as her hands touched my hips through the thin material of my panties. She looked at my face and said innocently, “you’re shivering, Helen, are cold?”
I shook my head, I still couldn’t speak. There was an odd expression in her eyes, what was it? A challenge, or an invitation? I couldn’t be sure. Her hands left my panties and I felt a little sorry, then she moved them up to my sports bra and started to touch the fabric around my tits.
“Hey, we really are wearing the same underwear, your bra is the same as mine too. They’re pretty good, aren’t they,” she said as she touched the white fabric, feeling my tits at the same time. I nodded, feeling breathless.
“You should think about the Glee club, Helen, I reckon you’d be perfect, a natural.”
“I will, Emma, honestly” I managed to gasp out. She removed her hands from my bra and went over to her locker to take off her underwear and go in the shower. I caught a glimpse of her nubile, lovely firm young body as she flitted into the shower, God, she was so beautiful. The word, ‘perfect’ crossed my mind again.
As I came out of school the Glee girls ambushed me.
“Hi, we’re all meeting up in the coffee bar in the mall this evening, why don’t you join us?”
I looked at their six eager, pretty young faces.
“Sure, I’d love to.” What else could I say? They were taking me into their group and I felt incredibly happy to be asked to go along. Mom was fine about it.
“Don’t be late, my darling, and make sure your homework is all done before you go.”
“Yes, mom.”
Later that evening we were sat in the coffee bar, talking about the serious problem of the photoshopped pictures in Emma’s locker. Who the hell could it be? I had an idea, although I didn’t want to involve my mom in something with, well, lesbian overtones. I’d have to be careful. But I thought that if I could talk to the right person we might get a profile of the type of person who would take the trouble to mess around with pornographic pictures, assembling them from different sources.
“You mean like Criminal Minds, the TV series?” Yvonne Gibbons asked.
She was the group’s computer whizz, she ran the Glee club website and the other girls insisted she could even make computers talk.
I nodded. “Yep, exactly like that. The thing is, if Emma reports this to the headmistress, it will become public knowledge, but if we can find out who is doing it we can do something about it privately, without the publicity.”
Emma looked at me gratefully. “Thanks for taking the trouble to help out on this, it’s been very upsetting, I’m really worried.”
I smiled at her. “Don’t worry, I know exactly the right person, her name is Karen Green, she’s a colleague of my mom’s, a psychologist, she’s reckoned to be pretty good.”
I thought of Karen, the confident, beautiful woman who had totally entranced me at my mom’s dinner party. She would surely be the right person to approach for some discreet advice, but was it the only reason I wanted to go and speak to her? I knew that I would have to be very careful, I found her totally beguiling, if I wasn’t careful I could wind up, well, what? I thought of her lovely face, her smile, the graceful way she moved her slim body. I knew exactly how it could wind up, the question was, what did I want to happen? I knew what I really wanted, a boyfriend to make love to me, to take away my virginity and flush out my girlie crushes on other women, but so far I’d failed miserably.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the Forest Heights lesbian club,” a voice sneered at us. My blood chilled, I knew that voice, John Curtis. But I needn’t have worried. Rachel and Lisa, the girls who had thumped him the previous Saturday in the car park, sneered at him.
“Hi, pencil dick” Rachel said. “Come to buy some penis enlargement pills, have you?”
“Yeah, can’t you get it up, John, are you impotent?” Lisa added, smiling at him.
He glowed red, if smoke could have come out of his head I know it would have. He looked hastily around to see if anyone had heard, then stormed off, leaving a ‘fuck you’ in his wake. Emma started laughing and we all joined in. As our laughter rang around the mall we saw him walk even faster, by the time he hit the door he was almost running.
“Thanks,” I said to all of them. “I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here.”
Emma put her cool hand on my wrist, I felt myself tremble. “I’ll be here for you, no matter what, we’ll all be here, so you don’t need to worry.”
“You’re wonderful,” I said, mainly to her, I think. Then I had an idea.
“Could it be John Curtis who is somehow behind the pictures in your locker?”
Emma thought about it for a moment. “Nah, he hasn’t got the guts, besides, how could he get into a girl’s school without being noticed?”
“He could get someone else to plant the pictures in your locker, you know,” Yvonne said. “Tell you what, I could try hacking into his email and see if I can find anything there.”
I looked at her skeptically. “Can you really do that?”
“Yeah, often I can, it depends which email provider they’re using but its’ not usually a problem. I’ll work on it over the next few days and see what I can find out.”
“I’ll fix up and see Karen as soon as possible, we can meet up afterwards and see where it takes us,” I added.
“Thanks, all of you,” Emma said, but it was me she was looking at. My cellphone rang and it was mom come to pick me up, she was in the car park.
“I’ll walk you out,” Emma said. “Just in case John Curtis is hanging around.”
We walked out of the mall, I realized that unconsciously we were holding hands. I looked across the car park and mom was a hundred yards away, she hadn’t seen
us. Emma put her face close to mine. “See you in school tomorrow, Helen.”
She reached up and kissed me gently on the lips, I felt as if I had been hit with a stun gun, an electrical charge that flowed through me and stopped my brain from functioning. Her tongue went inside my mouth, and I didn’t try to stop her or pull back. It was very gentle, after a few seconds we pulled apart and she watched me as I walked over to mom’s car. All the way home I thought about Emma, the lovely, nubile young woman who I was becoming closer and closer to. The question was, did I want it to stop, or not? I think I knew the answer even then.
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chapter THREE
Karen agreed to meet with me, she suggested that I call around to her after school. I rode the bus into town, her apartment was in a trendy, converted loft just outside the central district. I went up in the elevator to the top floor and when the doors opened I found her waiting for me. Immediately I felt sorry that I hadn’t changed, I was still in my school uniform, my short, tartan skirt and white blouse slightly crumpled after the school day. She held my shoulders and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, holding my hand she led me into her apartment. It was beautiful, furnished with tasteful furniture that looked mostly antique. She was wearing a short, white tennis dress, as short as my skirt, in fact. When she moved, the hem ruffled up slightly to reveal a hint of frilly panties, similar to the ones I wore for hockey. She saw me looking at her dress.
“I had an early finish today so I had time for a quick game of tennis. I haven’t even had time to shower yet, did you have time to freshen up after school?”
I shook my head, maybe it wasn’t the time to say that I normally went home and started on my homework straight away without bothering to shower. I desperately wanted to sound so sophisticated to this lovely woman.
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