I remember now. I remember how it started.

It’s dinner time and as usual I’m sitting on one of the big comfy chairs lined up in a long row with the backs to the windows with another row opposite separated by coffee tables. Facing into the senior common room, I watched those queuing for lunch by the kitchenette which was separate from where the younger kids ate in the main hall. I’m 17 and in the upper 6th form. I didn’t eat there and used my dinner money to get fish and chips from the chippy at the end of a street that led from the rear gates. The reason I sat here for a while before going was Susan, the girl of my dreams.

I first became aware of her three years earlier during social studies, the one lesson other than PE where the whole year came together to watch a video on some issue then broke off into smaller discussion groups. A blonde girl I hadn’t noticed before joined our group. I didn’t take much notice other than she was about my height with a nice medium-sized figure and a feathered hairstyle down the front of the shoulders and a similar fringe that almost covered the eyebrows with a slight parting in the middle. I’m not a hair-dresser and don’t know the proper name.

The following year, in the 5th form, part of the middle floor of one of the buildings was for our own common room. Less comfortable than the 6th form one, it was just a load of low tables and chairs where we could hang out at breaks or lunch times although we still had to eat with the other kids. Overlooking part of the playground on one side, we could watch the younger kids out in the cold and wet while we remained warm and dry. I was with a friend with my back to the windows facing into the room and day-dreaming. Suddenly I realised that I was looking straight into the eyes of the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, standing on the other side of the room. Blonde, blue-eyed with a pale complexion she was looking right back at me without looking away! With a sleek nose, her face was long in length with high cheekbones and radiant long golden blonde hair. I remembered her from Social Studies but now really took notice! Perhaps her chin was a bit square and bottom lip slightly large but she was perfection to me and had the figure to match, with quite a bust and long shapely legs. Some people talk about eyes meeting across a crowded room and falling in love, well it was exactly like that. It deeply affected me. I knew I should look away but just couldn’t break eye-contact until someone walked across our line of sight and broke the spell.

This vision of loveliness came across the room to look out of the windows close to where I stood but kept glancing side-ways at me. Yes, I know I’m an idiot but I was shy, socially-awkward and didn’t know how to speak with a girl I never knew. I later learnt that her name was Susan and she was out of my class, quite literally. She was in the top class for our year with the sporty types and the popular kids that teachers fawned over and spent time with. The ones always selected for sports teams, taken to rock concerts and films and chosen for lead parts in plays. I was in the second class along with the no-hopers that all but the most dedicated teachers could be bothered with, lumped in with disruptive kids who didn’t want to be at school so ruined it for the rest of us. None of that did my low self-esteem any good. Susan was one of the female jocks, in the netball team amongst others, and hung out with the guys in the basketball team. I could never find her alone to try to get up the courage to speak with her. Looking back, I realise there were times when she create openings for me to do so but, as I said, I was shy, insecure and an idiot.

You don’t want to hear that drivel, so here I am waiting in the senior common room. Susan had been driving me crazy all day. In addition to her usual knee-length dark-grey pleated skirt, white blouse and navy-blue jumper, she had come to school that day wearing a pair of shiny black leather knee-length boots that clung to the shape of her long shapely calves like a second-skin. The leading edge of each boot was vertically straight down to her ankles where they suddenly arched forwards following the alluring concave curve of the top of each foot, raised into a dramatic shape by chunky sturdy high-heels, then curving more dramatically to the toe of the boot which ended in a narrow point. The back of each boot followed the long sensual curves of her calves down to the backs of her slim ankles and emphasised how incredibly curvy they were in a way I found highly stimulating. To top it all, the black leather was highly polished and shimmered with shifting patterns as it reflected the light appealing to some primal instinct within me.

I’d never seen many woman wear such form-fitting boots before other than on TV and in newspapers. Kinky boots they were called in the 60’s. Being in the 6th form allowed minor deviations from the school uniform, but up to then no girl had worn boots to school. With her skirt coming down to above the knees there was a small patch of sheer-black nylon covered legs on view between the top of the boots and the hem of her skirt. That combination sent my libido soaring and I was obsessed more than usual about trying to get sight of her. It wasn’t just me, I overheard Yergha, one of the jocks, remark what great legs she had except you couldn’t really see them that day.

I already knew what great legs she had as my tutor group room overlooked hers and I often admired the view of her sitting on a sturdy metal fence waiting to go in with her skirt riding up along long sexy black-nylon sheathed thighs! I assure you I’m not a peeping tom! There was also when she wore PE kit along with her best friends, all sporty types. One was a slim brunette with long curly hair and long legs who was loud and strident in her views, and unashamed to flex her small hard biceps just to show that girls had muscles, which was how I discovered that strangely exciting fact! The other was a quiet softly-spoken brunette with long straight hair and a tanned skin that hinted of an exotic heritage. She had an absolutely massive rack that made running a precarious task and an exciting prospect for the boys! The three of them were a pleasant sight in their short-sleeved tops, tiny pleated skirts, short white socks and plimsolls. They all had great legs, toned and shapely by all that sport and exercise with Susan having the best of all.

My heart sang when Susan appeared but to my surprise, instead of joining the end of the queue, she headed towards the comfy chairs and sat down on the seat but one from me! There were two rows of chairs practically empty but this angel had sat down almost next to me! My eyes were mesmerised as the hem of her skirt slid back to reveal a lengthening expanse of firm thighs sheathed in sheer black nylon tights. I could barely tear my eyes away, afraid that she might catch me looking and accuse me of being a pervert.

“Are you really that shy?” a soft voice like pouring honey spoke quietly to me. “You still don’t get the hint, do you?”

She was actually speaking to me!

“Would I have made it clearer if I had sat in your lap?”

There was a slight pleasant smile that put me at ease.

“I’m sorry. I’m not very good talking with girls”, I admitted shamefully.

“I’ve seen you speaking to loads of pretty girls,” she replied.

“A few speak with me but they just want to be mates and ‘one of the lads’, nothing more. They always go on about their blooming boyfriends just to rub it in,” I admitted.

She patted the cushion of the seat between us and I moved into it.

“Maybe you’re destined to attract strong dominant women but you are too nice to exploit it,” she said with a smile.

I had no idea what she was on about and just smiled in return.

“I’m Jim by the way.”

“I know. You don’t remember me do you?”

“Yes, we were in the same break-out group for Social Studies.”

“No, before then.”

“I don’t remember seeing you before then.”

I couldn’t stop my eyes slipping back to that sensational sexy footwear.

“You like my boots, don’t you?”

“Those kinky boots look great on you,” I confessed.

Strangely now that I was talking to Susan, I felt totally at ease and wished I’d done so long before.

“They’re my Karate boots,” she said with a chuckle.

I think my eyes went wide at that unexpected statement.

“I wore them especially for you. Boys like you find them very sexy and you’re not the only they’ve attracted today.”

Out the corner of my eye, I’d noticed some of the basketball team glaring at me.

“Karate boots? That sounds very exciting why do you call them that?” I asked trying to conceal my enthusiasm.

I’d already found the sight of feminine women beating up bad guys on TV very arousing especially if they wore sexy boots.

“If you don’t have school dinners what do you do for lunch?” she asked, changing the subject.

“I usually go to the chippy.”

“Ask me to go with you and I might come with you,” her soft voice said gently.

I couldn’t refuse and feeling great about myself for the first time ever, I walked out the common room with the beautiful blonde by my side amid some stunned and jealous faces on some of the lads.

So I walked with my ideal girl to get some fish and chips before finding a bench to eat them. OK, it was not much of a first date if it was that but for a loser like me it was progress. While I had been previously tongue-tied to even speak to Susan, we now chatted away, at perfect ease with each other as though we’d known each other our entire lives. I was happier than I’d ever been and could have spent all day chatting with her but we soon had to walk back.

Susan had to meet her friends at the Sports hall, a place I never frequented, and asked me to wait outside as she wouldn’t be long. A short while later, the basketball team left the building. It didn’t bother me as I got on OK with a few of them. I even shared a desk with one called Kevin in our tutor group. Yergha, the one who had made the remark about Susan’s legs saw me and with an angry look stormed over to me. Grabbing me, he pushed me against the wall and aggressively brought his snarling face close.

“What are doing messing around with our girls, Priest?” he growled.

The rest of the team crowded around me like a pack of wild animals cornering their prey.

“You stay away from her, you c*nt!”

A few of the guys I knew kept telling him to calm down and to leave me alone but he ignored them. The others were more belligerent seeing an excuse to gang up on a defenceless guy and deliver a beating.

I felt anxious, looking for help from the more level-headed ones but they wouldn’t go against another member of the team. Not only was I not the physical type, these were generally taller, bigger athletic guys and there was a whole load of them.

“Susan eh?” Kevin remarked. “I’ve been up that arse loads of times,” he boasted.

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. I honestly hoped it was not true. Was she really sexually promiscuous? Had I badly misjudged her?

“You don’t mess with our girls? Got it?” Yergha snarled, slapping me hard around the face. “Look at him, he’s just a bag of bones ha ha. You white c*nt, what are you?”

I refused to answer, struggling to escape. His fist drove into my belly and I was shocked at the sudden violence and the inability to breathe! He roughly shoved me back against the wall as my body tried to crease forwards. I felt ill with my heart pounding in my ears.

“What are you, c*nt?”

A serrated blade appeared in his hand and waved threatening before my face.

“Woah! That’s enough mate!”

“What are you, you bastard!” his eyes looked manic as he began to shout and wave the knife close to my throat with a crazy grin on his agitated face. “Answer me or I’ll dice your face so bad, no girl will ever want to look at you again! Though you’re an ugly turd to start with!”

“Come on, mate, that’s going too far!”

I couldn’t answer even if I wanted to and would probably die for lack of air before he cut me up.

“We’re going to smash that effing face in so bad your own mother won’t recognise you.” His fist pulled back to punch me in the face with the blade poking out from between his big knuckles.

Some of the jocks gave an enthusiastic roar of approval.

“Crying won’t save you now, you c*nt. It’s your own fault for messing with one of our girls.”

This was it, I was going to die! The fist flew towards me with an evil glint of metal. Suddenly from out of nowhere Susan was by my side, her hands flashing out with incredible speed to grab his wrist in mid-flight. Yergha cried out as she sharply bent back his hand at the wrist, sending the knife clattering to the ground. The way she had bent it, I was surprised she hadn’t snapped his wrist! Looking incredibly dominant for someone so pretty, she forced his hand out to the side then twisted it forcing him to bend and lean awkwardly away from me.

“Hurt my friend and I will hurt you,” she told him in a surprisingly tough tone.

The sight of the pretty blonde physically restraining this aggressive big-headed jerk was completely unexpected and strongly arousing.

“Arghh let go!” he yelped trying and failing to hide the pain.

Clearly shocked that a girl had a painful hold on his arm, he couldn’t even stand up straight for fear of breaking it.

“Arhh OK Susan!” he tried to chuckle falsely as if she were just playing around but the hurt showed through.

Her stern no-nonsense stare was actually a turn-on and she responded by placing a hand on the back of his upper arm close to the shoulder and pressed down on it while yanking his wrist higher. It looked painful and I thought his arm was going to snap, yet the way she was totally in control while dressed so femininely was highly stimulating. Screaming in pain, the toe-rag was forced to bend over to look at the ground while leaning at an awkward angle. He couldn’t hide the hurt or stop the tears welling in his eyes, ruthlessly humiliated by the beautiful blonde.

I had never seen a girl beat up a boy and was surprised but pleased that Susan had saved me and was showing up this creep before his mates. That I fancied her made no difference, and actually made me want her even more. There was something that stirred my groin about the exciting way she controlled him and held him doubled-over in agony, with her skirt stretched tightly between her long firm thighs with a small glimpse of sheer-black nylon over her knees and the lower parts of her thighs together with those sexy shiny leather boots. As if that wasn’t feminine enough, her busty side-profile certainly was! Every time he tried to move, she responded nonchalantly pressing harder on the back of his arm that made him squeal in agony with his feet stamping uselessly while creased over before her. Susan looked so magnificent and powerful, my cock began to stiffen at the sight and I hoped the others didn’t notice.