By Purple Les
Chocolate pie for breakfast was the first weird thing that Friday morning after the stuff had happened at school the day before.
I was coming out my door as Mary came up my driveway. It was cold and dark, and we half ran to the bus stop. I had to use my inhaler when we got to the bus stop. There were hardly any other kids waiting for the school bus.
Once the bus came and we got on, and we said “Hi” to the driver, Mary took me to the back of the bus to sit. Then she started talking away, while I looked out the window, and mostly saw my own face as it was so dark out.
“I still can’t get over yesterday, Katy. I was really scared that boy would kick me in the face. I knew he was going to, and then, wow, I didn’t think you could move so fast. You were like Supergirl or the Flash or something. You moved that chair, jumped on it. It was zip! Pow! I heard he had to have twenty stitches in his mouth, and you knocked out five of his teeth. Wham! Pow! Man! He was bleeding like a stuck pig.”
I felt my stomach flip when Mary mentioned hitting and blood.
I told her, “He only had two stitches in his lip and a chipped tooth.”
Mary sounded like she had coffee or something for breakfast. She was always chatty in the morning, but not like this.
She continued, “Well, it was really something. Then a teacher, and the kids nearby all caught you before you hit the floor when you fainted. Everyone was fussing over me, and you and that girl with the hijab. They left him sitting on the floor bleeding for a minute, before they helped him. I think you’re awesome Katy! Big Boy’s dad came to our restaurant and apologized to me and my parents, and gave my dad money to buy me new glasses.”
Then Mary paused, looked at me and asked, “How do you know he only had two stitches?”
So I told Mary about being arrested, and grounded. When I was done telling her about all that we were at the school.
As we went in, some sixth grade boys from our school said stuff like, “Hey it’s K.O. Katy.”
One boy rubbed my head and said, “Way to go, Killer Katy.”
I just prayed none of those nicknames would stick.
Once a girl had put tater tots under her shirt to make it look like she had tits. I called her “Tater Tits” and everyone laughed, and she still gets called that even though she’s in the 6th grade now.
Then we saw the girl with the hijab looking toward us. She was with a girl who looked like her, but the other girl looked like she must be in the middle school. She also wore a hijab, and wore glasses.
They walked over to me and Mary. The girl from yesterday said to the older girl, “They are the ones who helped me.”
The older girl looked at us, and said, “I and our family are in debt to you both for helping my sister. Jazaak Allahu Khairan.”
Me and Mary looked at each other.
The girl from yesterday said, “It means, ‘May God reward you with good.’”
We talked briefly but the older sister had to go over to the middle school, and the rest of us had to get to class. After they left Mary said, “They were nice.”
I agreed and then Mary left for her classroom, and me for mine. As soon as I’d put my books in my desk, Mrs. Collins told me I had to go see the principal.
I went back down the hall that was becoming very quiet as most kids were in their classrooms. I got to the office, and a woman asked if she could help me.
“I have to see the principal.”
She asked my name. I said, “Katy Watson.”
She smiled, and said, “Sit over there on that bench. I’ll let you know when you can go in.”
No sooner had I sat down than one of the boys from yesterday that hung with Big Boy came out of the principal’s office. He looked like he had been crying, but he went down the hall to his class. I didn’t see the other boy, or Big Boy.
The hall got silent, the bell rang, and I was missing class. I felt sick. I knew I would be expelled from school. Mom would be mad. I would end up working in a bar, trying to get men to buy me drinks, like in the old westerns on TV.
I could hear the clock ticking on the wall. The only other noise was the woman working, answering the phone, and doing stuff on her computer. She picked up the phone when it rang again and then she hung it up, looked at me and said, “Okay, Katy. Go on in.”
I knocked on the principal’s door. I felt like the lion in the Wizard of Oz. I would rather have jumped out a window, than go through that door.
A voice said, “Come in.” I looked over at the secretary. She smiled at me and said, “It’s okay, go in.”
I’d seen the principal at assembly saying stuff before, but I’d never been this close to her. She looked mean. When she said, “Sit down, please.” Her voice was soft, like she knew I was scared and was trying hard to be nice so I wouldn’t pee myself or something.
“Well, Ms. Watson,” she started, “I understand you struck a fellow student yesterday.” Then she went on about violence and such, and citizenship, and a lot of things I didn’t understand too well.
“Yeah, well, I…” I started.
“You will say ‘Yes, ma’am’ or ‘No, ma’am’,” she interrupted. “Do you understand, Ms. Watson?”
“Yeah, I mean, sorry, yes ma’am.”
We talked a long time with her doing most of the talking and me saying a lot of “Yes, ma’am” and “No, ma’am.”
The upshot was I would be watched, and better not slip up any. But I wasn’t expelled or suspended. She gave me a note and told me I could go back to my class.
“My mom told me to apologize to that boy and shake his hand, but I haven’t seen him.”
She sighed, and said, “You won’t be seeing him. He will no longer be at this school. Now, back to class, young lady.”
I went out the principal’s door, and the secretary smiled at me and waved.
The hall was dead silent. You could hear some of the teachers because the classroom doors were open. I walked down the hall. I was near the hall monitor chair. She looked up at me and waved me over. As I got close I saw it was Ronnie Cuthbert. She is mean. She is a sixth grader, and thinks she’s a big deal cause her mother lets her wear lipstick, and eye makeup.
She looked me up and down, and said, “Well, well, well, Little Katy Twatson. Let me see that pass.” I handed it to her, and then looked at the floor.
Ronnie said, “Okay, Twatson. I guess you can go ahead.” She held on to my pass though. “Coming from the principal’s, huh, TWATson?”
I nodded my head “Yes.” She was starting to make me mad, but I had just come from the principal, and didn’t want to start nothing with her.
“You know, TWATson,” she continued, “I really got a kick out of everyone seeing your bare ass yesterday.”
I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Yeah, that’s right, little good girl. When you passed out, they all just tried to grab you. Your skirt went way up, and your pretty blue panties way down.”
I thought back, I did have blue panties on yesterday.
“Yup, that was a real good look a lot of us had of your little bare twat, TWATson.” She gave a real mean smile at me. She’d always call me Twatson, ever since I could remember.
“Can I have my pass and get to class now, please?” I asked her.
She handed it over with a smirk on her face. As I took it out of her hand I didn’t feel bad about the nickname I’d given her.
I started down the hall, looked over my shoulder and said, “Thanks, Tater Tits.”
Ronnie’s face got red, she stamped a foot on the floor, and said under her breath to me, “I’ll get you, Twatson!”
I got to my classroom. I looked at the door. There was Mrs. Collins at the blackboard. I couldn’t go in. My legs froze. I felt like going home. I couldn’t stand that maybe old Tater Tits wasn’t fooling. How many kids had seen my private stuff? I mean it was one thing to get naked with Mary or something for fun. But kids seeing my thing? Boys even? I felt sick.
Mrs. Collins saw me out of the corner of her eye. She smiled at me and waved me to come in. I just stood there in the hall, frozen. She looked at me again, and then told one of the kids to come up and solve a math problem on the blackboard. Then Mrs. Collins came out into the hallway.
She took the note, and the hall pass from my hand. She opened the note, read it, smiled, and said, “Okay, Katy, come into class. Everything’s fine now.”
I couldn’t move. Everything was getting blurry. I guess my eyes were getting all wet. Mrs. Collins looked worried, put her hand on my shoulder, and said, “What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t speak. Mrs. Collins squatted in front of me and said, “You can tell me. What’s wrong?”
I looked at the floor and whispered, “Did everyone really see my, um, privates yesterday?”
“Who told you such a thing, Katy?”
“Just some kid I guess.”
Mrs. Collins looked down the hallway and saw Ronnie at the hall monitor chair, then said, “Oh, I see.” Mrs. Collins stood back up and looked into my eyes.
“I won’t lie to you. When you fainted, and all the kids near you grabbed you before you hit the floor, for a very brief moment you were exposed. Maybe a couple of kids got a glimpse of something. It happened so fast I doubt anyone saw much of anything. I got your skirt down right away, and pulled your underpants back up in the teachers’ lounge.
“Katy, anyone who says anything else, is just plain mean, with a dirty mind to boot. Okay now?”
“You saw my stuff, Mrs. Collins?”
She smiled at me and said, “Just for a moment, Katy. Listen, I have three daughters, one granddaughter, I’ve been a teacher for seventeen years now. I’ve seen it all before, believe you me. Just think of it like when your mother sees you. Now go to the girls’ room, wash your face with cold water, then come back to class, and sit in your chair like nothing happened.”
I don’t know how but Mrs. Collins always had clean tissues on her, she wiped tears off my eyes, had me blow my nose, and then she pushed me towards the girls’ room and she went back in the classroom. I did as she told me.
At lunch some kids still said things to me about being a boxer and stuff, but things were mostly back to normal. Except for Mary. Every time she looked at me she had this goofy lovey-dovey look on her face. At first I thought she was trying to be funny. Then I wondered why she was looking at me that way and being so weird.
I thought about it all afternoon. We had three tests that afternoon, and Mary’s goofy face kept popping into my head all day.
After we got off the bus to go home, Mary kept saying stuff about how great I was. She never said stuff like that. She would normally make fun of me, and tease me. When we got to my house to say goodbye, we rubbed noses like always, but then she punched my arm hard. If I hadn’t had my big winter coat on it would have really hurt. I rubbed my arm and said, “Hey, what was that for?”
Mary looked at me through her broken glasses, her pretty eyes looked shiny and wet. She still had that goofy look on her face. She hugged me hard, then backed away and said, “That’s because I’m in love with you, you stupid little perv.” Then she turned and ran away toward her home.
I searched my pockets for my house key, and let myself in.
I went to my room and put on my play clothes. I threw my book bag in a corner ’cause I didn’t have any homework. I hugged Ingrid, my sock monkey, and took her to the living room with me. Mom was bringing fish fries home for dinner so I didn’t have to do nothing in the kitchen. I sat on the couch with Ingrid and told her life is good.
I went to turn on the TV. Nothing happened. Then I knew mom didn’t trust me and had done something to it ’cause I was grounded. I went to where she kept the laptop. There was an envelope with my name on it, but no laptop. I opened the envelope. I took out a note that said “No computer, you are grounded.” I crumpled up the envelope and threw it toward the wastebasket and missed. I made the note into a paper airplane and sailed it across the room. Then I picked them both up and put them in the recycle box that we kept in the kitchen. I sat back on the couch with Ingrid, and told her life sucks.
Mom got home, and we ate in the kitchen. I told her about school, and about Mary. Mom didn’t say much about any of it.
Later on we sat on the couch together. Mom twirled one of her fingers in my hair and said, “I was thinking. I know you can’t use the computer, but I could go to Juicy Secrets and read out loud. What do you think of that?”
I felt tingles in my pussy right away. “That’s like the best idea ever!”
We kissed each other, and then went into mom’s bedroom. We took off all our clothes and looked at each other a long time before we got under the covers of her bed. Then she started to read a story.
I said, “Hey, Mom, would it be okay if I licked your pussy while you read?”
She pushed the covers down, spread her legs and said, “Yes!”
I got between her legs and was rubbing myself with a hand under me while she read a story out loud. I played with mom’s pussy with my other hand and used my tongue on her a lot too.
“Here’s one I haven’t read for awhile. It’s by Naughty Mommy. I love her stories. Don’t you, Katy?”
I took my mouth off my mom’s clit long enough to say, “Yeah, I do. I like them all. I think that Cheryl Taggert is my favorite, though.”
Mom said, “They’re all great. This is a chapter from Bambi at the Beach.” Mom was reading chapter five. Then she got to chapter six and was reading down, she got to a part of the story and stopped.
“Katy? Do you like that we do things like in these stories?”
I moved up and sucked on one of Mom’s big tits while I rubbed my wet hairless little pussy on my Mom’s thigh. I kept rubbing on her, but now I just played with her wet tit with my fingers and said, “Yeah, Mom. I love that we do this stuff for real with each other.”
“You like that we do these things with your Aunt Billie, and Siobhan’s and Mary’s mothers?”
My answer was to press my mouth against my Mom’s big boob and moan, I was having a little come as I rubbed against her leg. Then Mom put her hand on my ass, she moved a finger so it touched my asshole, and then I rubbed harder against Mom’s leg and had a big come.
I told Mom to read some more, as she did I moved back down between her legs and started licking her again. I stopped to ask her, “Mom? You really like seeing me and my friends bare naked and stuff, don’t you? Like the moms in these stories.”
“Oh, forgive me. Yes, I love it. It makes my life worth living.”
I went back to licking, and Mom went back to reading aloud, and then she read this from Naughty Mommy’s story:
Eve picked up her glass and started to take a drink, but then suddenly she sat straight up, swinging her pretty legs around to face me. Her face was flushed with excitement, her eyes shining.
“You want to go up to the room, right now? I mean it, I am so hot, I — when I think about you with Bambi, it gets me so — in fact, you want to get Gwen, or, or, or Paige, and take them with us? I mean it, Angela, I’m ready!!”
My mom stopped reading there and said a lot of dirty words and came all over my face. I moved back up and Mom kissed her come off my lips and mouth and face.
We cuddled a long time and then got ready for bed. Mom tucked me and Ingrid in and said, “Sweet dreams, angel.”
I fell right asleep.
Continue on to Chapter 20
Ruby’s Diner was a throwback from a bygone era. The motif hadn’t changed since the diner was last renovated in the late 1960s. It spoke of space exploration and the brave men who dared to reach for such lofty goals.
