Chapter 47

The next day, I was getting ready for work when my phone started going off. I’d already had a pretty good morning, having gone for a solid run, a quick diddle of myself, and I teased Dad that he was going to lose our friendly little race in a couple of days. When I looked at the screen to see who it was, I wasn’t surprised to see Becca’s name pop up.

I’d been expecting her to call. After making up and making out with Val yesterday, I had a strong feeling the two of them would have talked. I wasn’t about to ‘out’ Val, that was for her to discuss with friends and family. I just sort of helped her come to terms with things, and gave her a crash course on female sexual relations. But by the looks of this call, it seemed word was getting out. I readied myself and answered.

“Hey, Becca...”

“What the FUCK! Really? You fucked Val and now she likes girls?!” Becca said loudly and quickly into the phone.

“You told me to make up with her. I think I did just that.” I replied cheekily.

Becca fired back, “I can’t believe you! Not everything can be solved by spreading your legs, Jane!”

“Probably not everything, but for the right things it can work wonders.”

“You are unbelievable. What? Do you have a magic vagina?”

“Maybe,” I said with a chuckle. “Would you like to find out? We could do like you suggested with Val. You could bring Matt.”

“Fuck you, slut!” Becca said angrily. “Keep your nasty cooch away from my boyfriend!”

“Awww ... you aren’t interested?” I teased. “Are you curious to see what all the fuss is about?”

“NO!” Becca shot back. “And neither is Matt.”

This was all fun and games teasing, but I decided to shift gears and be serious with her.

“I’m just teasing; you know that right?” I said seriously.

“I know, it’s just ... you’re so different now. So confident and sexual.”

I was trying to draw out her problem. “What?”

“What if Matt only went out with me because you were a mess before. Now, you’re this wild little sex pot who isn’t quaking and nearly pissing herself talking to people...” she paused. “ ... what if he decides he’d rather be with you?”

There it was. I wasn’t used to Becca being so insecure. She was always the leader of our group; so sexy and confident, she rarely let her guard down. That she was afraid I would steal her boyfriend was surprising, I have too many partners already; but I wouldn’t do that regardless.

“I have no interest in Matt, Becca,” I said honestly. “It was a crush from a while ago, and I’ve moved on.”

“But what if he still likes you? What if he thinks he made the wrong choice and regrets being with me?”

“Becca, he could never think that, and neither should you. If he did, fuck him! We’ll find you someone better. There’s a sea of possibilities out there for someone as hot as you.”

“Thanks, Jane,” Becca said somberly, before attempting to lighten the mood, “ ... but I’m not joining in on your box-munching with Val.”

“Aww, come on! You won’t know if you like it till you try it,” I said playfully.

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“Neither was Val till I got a hold of her,” I joked. “My magic pussy can convert you too. Be one with us, sister.”

Becca laughed, “Creating a dyke cult now? The Church of Jane’s Pussy?”

“Hey, we’re open to both male and female worshippers. The only cost is drinking my Kool-Aid.”

“I’ll pass,” Becca continued laughing. “But I’m glad you’ve patching things up with Val. Wanna hang out this weekend?”

“Can’t. Going to visit Riley. Can I get a raincheck?”

“Oh yeah, forgot. Yeah, we’ll do something when you get back. Alright, gotta go.”

“Love ya! Bye.”

“Bye, slut!”

With that, the call ended. It went better than I expected and I smiled to myself as I put down my phone. My little trio of friends was back together again and all it took was one of us to sleep with another. Why couldn’t all problems be solved that way? As I returned to getting ready for work, I was curious if Crystal had found the same thing.

Work was fairly quiet. It had been a relatively normal night with no interesting customer interactions. What was interesting was who I was working with. When I arrived, I found Jada had opened, when it was supposed to be Denise, and it turned out I was closing with Jeanette. Both Crystal and Denise had called in sick. I was immediately grilled by both girls about what happened during the meeting. I tried to keep details to a minimum, out of respect for Crystal and Denise, but it did appear that things between my bosses had continued after I’d left.

“Good for them!” Jeanette said happily. “About time.”

“Yeah, blondie here’s a matchmaker,” Jada said jokingly.

The night carried on with random discussions when we weren’t serving customers. I was feeling like one of the girls now, gabbing and gossiping about Crystal and Denise, and everything else under the sun. I was growing out my friend group beyond Val and Becca, with a few older girls. It’s funny how people open up to you when you’re willing to open up to them. It was nice.

It was later that night, when I got home from work, that I got an interesting text from a number I hadn’t seen in a while.

T – Tomorrow, 11:00. Wearing school uniform.

J – Tucker, what are you going to get me into this time?

T – Do you really want to know, or would you rather be surprised?

J – Fair enough, where should I meet you?”

T – Same place, park. 11:00am

J – Yes sir

I walked over to my closet and opened the door. Pushing all my normal clothes out of the way, I found the thing I had buried. At the time, I never wanted to look at it again and wished it would just disappear into the depths of my closet. Yet there it was.

It was still encased in the black garment bag, and I pulled the hook off the bar. I laid it down on my bed to check if it was fresh and pressed from the dry cleaners. It had needed cleaning after my first night with Tucker and Brad, being used as a sex toy. I never thought I would wear this thing ever again, and now I was willingly going to put it on. I hung it back up in my closet for tomorrow; my emotions mixed. Whatever I was doing tomorrow, it better be worth it.

It’s weird how a piece of clothing or random item can have such an effect on you. As I pulled the St. Augustus school uniform out of the black garment bag, I felt a renewed hatred for that thing. It wasn’t from its association with my first double-male threesome. I’d long come to appreciate the fun of that. It was from the memories of my one year at St. Augustus and feeling horrible that entire school year.

It was like a trigger, just seeing that thing laying there on my bed. The fake schoolgirl uniform I’d worn at work didn’t do this to me. I’d have gladly worn that thing today. Before, I didn’t feel like I now feel, as I run my fingers over the skirt. I know it’s stupid, I was nothing like the girl I used to be back then, but I couldn’t suppress those old feelings from rising back up to the surface.

I watched myself as each item found its way onto my body once more. The scared, nervous girl I once was seemed to be looking back at me from the mirror. As I tied up the thin green tie, I looked at myself fully dressed again in St. Augustus Academy green and red, while the red and gold crest itched my skin once more. Underneath were plain cotton white panties and bra. I figured Tucker would want me to complete the look. I made sure to bring along a few hair elastics as well, just in case. While I didn’t like wearing this thing, I did enjoy making others happy in whatever way I could.

I packed a backpack with my usual sex supplies and a change of clothes, but this time I added a few extra things. The last time I wore this, it got covered in cum. I figured it made sense to bring something to change into if, and most likely when, that happened again. I didn’t know where Tucker was going to be taking me or who I might encounter, so precautions were necessary. I put on a pair of shiny black flats and a reasonably long coat. It was just enough to hide most of what I was wearing. I’d rather wander around nude than be caught dead wearing this uniform out in public. Grabbing my keys, wallet, and phone, I headed out the door and towards the park.

I got a few looks as I stood there waiting by the gates. I didn’t know if it was due to them seeing the edges of the skirt or because I was wearing a long coat on a fairly warm day. Either way, I felt a few stray eyes upon me. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long when I heard the blare of a horn as it stopped near me. I recognized Tucker’s black Land Rover, its tinted windows hiding him from view. I opened the passenger’s side door and hopped in.

“Mmmmm ... Looking good, Jane,” Tucker said as watched me sit down. I intentionally flashed my panties at him as I took my seat.

“I aim to please,” I replied. “I don’t really like wearing this thing though.”

“Why? If it was up to me, that’s all you would wear,” Tucker said as he pulled into traffic.

“Then I’m glad it’s not up to you,” I said back.

“Careful, or I’ll give you the spanking you deserve.”

That put a smile on my face, “I hope that’s a promise.”

“It’s a guarantee, Dad-fucker,” Tucker said as he reached over and slipped his hand under my skirt. He touched the cotton crotch of my panties, finding them already wet. I spread my legs to give him better access to whatever he wanted.

“Ooooh,” I moaned, “so ... so where are we going?”

Tucker looked over with his wicked smile, “You’ll see. The three of us are gonna do something I’ve always wanted to do.”

“Three of us?” I asked, looking around; that’s when I spotted a small foot coming from the seat behind me. I had to crane my neck a bit but I found the source of the foot. It was connected to a small, similarly dressed Asian girl. I swear she looked to be about fourteen. Her black neck-length hair partially obscured her face, but the rest of her was tiny. She was so short, her feet rested on the back of my seat showing off her smooth legs. I knew immediately who this had to be.

“Ah yes, where are my manners,” Tucker laughed. “Jane, this is Yuki. Yuki, this is Jane.”

“... hi... .” I heard very softly from the backseat.

“Nice to meet you,” I said awkwardly, extending my hand around the car seat. She didn’t take it, she just kept looking down at her feet. I slowly pulled my hand away, wondering if she was actually all there. I turned back around and sat looking out the windscreen as cars and buildings whipped past.

I’d been told a few stories about this Yuki, and this wasn’t what I expected. This girl seems like a small clap of thunder would destroy her. I didn’t see how this could be the same girl who sucked off twelve strangers at a truck stop, or all the other crazy stuff Tucker would make her do. I mean, I’ve only been with Tucker a few times, and each one has pushed me to my limits in some way.

“Don’t mind her,” Tucker said happily. “She always gets this way when meeting new people.”

“Is she ok?” I asked, looking back at her.

Tucker laughed, “Oh yeah, she’s fine. She’ll liven up once she gets going.”

I looked out the window and a few places looked familiar, but I couldn’t figure out exactly from where. “Tucker, where are we going? ... especially dressed like this?”

“What? I thought you liked surprises? You seemed to enjoy the last one.” Tucker grinned, keeping his eyes on the road and a hand up my skirt.

“I do, I just ... was curious...” I replied. The feeling of his fingers stroking my slit felt so good.

“Patience. I don’t want to ruin the surprise. Besides, Yuki’s been looking forward to finally meeting you. I think she wants to know if you’re as big of a slut as she is.” Tucker let out a full loud belly laugh, his hand slapping my thighs.

I didn’t know how to answer that. “I don’t know.” I turned to the girl in the backseat. “Maybe ... what do you like to do?”

I couldn’t see her eyes beneath the hair, but still it seemed she was looking down at her shiny black shoes. What I could see was a smile creeping across her thin lips. With the noise of the car and traffic, I just caught one softly spoken word, “everything.”

I was still eyeing the curious passenger in the backseat. From how she was sitting, it looked like her skirt was even shorter than mine. That seemed impossible, since mine was already quite short. That’s when I felt the Land Rover stop and the engine cut off. I turned my head back to the front and froze.

“We’re here, everyone out,” Tucker bellowed, opening the driver’s side door.

“No wait ... we can’t ... no,” I sputtered. Tucker looked at me with an evil grin through his open door.

“Welcome back to St. Augustus Academy, Jane. Let’s go.”

My hands were already shaking as I opened my door. Yuki opened hers and literally had to hop out. Her skirt was caught by a breeze and lifted to show her light pink panties with a little pink bow on them. It was only for a second before it settled back down. I stepped out of the car, staring up at the old school. I felt so small again under the imposing stone structure.

Tucker pulled a large duffle bag from the car, and slammed the doors shut. I realized we were standing in the teacher’s private parking lot, as Tucker ushered us to a door. He unlocked it, then pressed in a code to turn off the alarm before inviting us inside.

“Jane, you look like you’re going to piss yourself,” Tucker said, his eyes watching me curiously. “Try not to make a mess on the floor, would you?”

I couldn’t believe I was standing inside that school once again, a place that, once I got out, I swore I’d never step foot in again. The cold, painted stone walls and dark wood floors gave me nightmares even to this day. Now, seeing them again, touching them with my fingers, made me feel like I was in a nightmare - straight out of a horror movie. The stillness in a place where hundreds of kids usually run and stomp around, makes it all the more unsettling.

Tucker was leading Yuki and me down one of the hallways. The echoes of our footsteps are almost deafening. I look around, my head on a swivel, like someone is about to jump out at me. The floors are freshly polished to a mirrored shine. So much so that I could see up to Yuki’s panties in the reflection as she walked. I quietly wondered, ’Was it always this way? Did teachers take advantage of that little trick when I was here?’

Banners were hung on walls, welcoming the new class of students for the upcoming year. I walked past large glass displays, showing impressive graduates, trophies, and other notable successes. We passed dark wood doors to various classrooms, and I suspected we were heading to Tucker’s class. I was right; he unlocked a door and led us inside.