Memories of Kerry, Chapter Three

It was all very well that Kerry and I seemed to be dating, even showing it off to boys in public! Somehow though I couldn't quite forget the way we'd started out. I was always going back to the beginning...

She'd introduced herself one evening in the park after school, by snapping my panty-elastic from behind and putting me in all a pink-cheeked fluster. When I finally knew where she was, I glared at her.

"You're the boy I've heard about, who can't even beat girls at basketball," she sang cheekily. "I'm Kerry Marwood, I've just moved here. Wanna play me, or are you too scared?"

This turned my cheeks from pink to crimson! At that age, when a girl says that, it's not like a boy has any choice.

So I undid my stringy belt, tied it again tightly, sorted out my green tunic and trotted trembling and barefoot after her onto the court. My spotty lace-edged panties poked out in back, because it was that sort of tunic.

Kerry pouted at me wide-eyed from under her heavy dark fringe, and then turned. You could see her panties too, in fact her dark blue gym skirt was so short they poked out in back almost as much as mine did. They were pale pink silk ones, and her little tight T-shirt was pale blue. With her dark ponytail, and white socks and sneakers on her little feet, from behind she really was a sight.

She glanced back at me over her shoulder, blew a big pink bubble-gum bubble and popped it. Then she whipped her pretty head back around. There Kerry stood, the ball under one chubby arm.

I tried. Her little sneakered foot shot out and tripped me. Splat!

"Hey! That's cheating!" I yelled up at Kerry from where I'd fallen flat on my face. She just poked her tongue out at me.

Then she trotted off, bouncing the ball. Fuming I scrambled up, really pushing my bum out in those spotty pants, and gave chase. She neatly hopped through a hole in the climbing-frame which I couldn't fit through.

"Now ya know what it's like to be too big!" Kerry teased me through her window, rolling the ball back and forth in front of my eyes, showing off. This girl was going way too far!

"You can't stay in there forever!" I shouted, my temper snapping. She stuck her tongue out again. Then she proceeded to tease me by playing with the ball in there until I nearly lost my wits!

Finally she got onto all fours, and with a cheeky push of her silken pink bum at my face, vanished into the adjoining tube and took the ball with her. I stamped my foot, infuriated by now.

The next time I saw Kerry was at ballet a few nights later. I might have known she'd just have to join the same class I was in! I recognised her right away, even though she was in the middle of the huge frothy burst of yellow which was her tutu. At once I bustled over, remembering to lift my own pink tutu-skirts and tap my toes prettily as I'd been taught.

"You got my knickers in such a twist the other night!" I accused her hormonally. "You are such a tease, Kerry Marwood!"

But she just grinned cheekily back, maddening me, while Lorna-Dee on the other side of her tossed her golden curls. She was someone I'd not seen ever since we were that age, but I'd already met up with Kerry again, so knowing my luck...!

"I'm going to get your knickers in a worse twist," Lorna-Dee warned me. "In fact at your next recital I'm going to make sure you have to stop halfway through!"

This frightened me, because I badly wanted to get onto yellow like Kerry already was. I knew Lorna-Dee could do it though. As if to prove it, she at once turned and bent double in her tutu in front of me. It was the kind without sewn-in tutu knickers, which meant I saw Lorna-Dee's own underwear surrounded by a stiff circle of pink net petticoats. She was wearing very full-seated white ones.

My tutu didn't have sewn-in pants either - it was annoying for boys to wear those - and my little faded red ones got me in trouble for a different reason mid-practice, when I showed them.

"A twirl that clumsy's bad enough," scolded our teacher, which made me blush because I'd actually been quite proud of that twirl. "But you must start wearing proper underwear to this class."

Then I really did blush, with indignation too. "Lorna-Dee's not wearing matching ones either!" I protested, really hot-faced. If I'd been a girl, my underwear would have been nobody's business but mine!

And sure enough: "Never mind what Lorna Dee's got on," the teacher told me at once, unfairly. I glimpsed Lorna-Dee looking very smug. Meanwhile the teacher's dreaded birch-rod had come out. Fuming I tipped myself forward and pushed my bum out with great reluctance. That was all that was needed to show your pants in back when you had a tutu on. Quickly slipping my thumbs into the waistband of those pants, I slid them down so my bare bumcheeks showed, and braced myself. Whap!

I couldn't straighten and tug my panties back up again fast enough. Ooh, ooh, ooh! There was nothing so infuriating as that particular sting in that particular place! Our teacher glanced at my burning indignant face, and she seemed to be resisting the urge to smile.

"Don't scowl like that, even if it did make you hot and bothered," she instructed me smoothly.

"Kerry, you are a star, I'm ever so glad you've joined us," was our teacher's verdict at the end of the lesson. I smouldered all over with jealousy. Kerry had teased me the previous evening at the park and refused to let me get the ball. It got on my pants that she was a grade ahead of me in ballet, even though she was smaller.

"And Lorna-Dee, you'll be onto yellow in no time if you keep doing so well," the teacher went on, then added to me: "As for our little ballet disaster, clean white panties next lesson please."

The girls giggled. That was one instruction I so didn't want to obey! What if the other boys saw? They quite often caught a glimpse, because of my bumpy tutu. I'd never live white ones down!

As we exited into the corridor, Kerry shoved me and I bumped into Lorna-Dee. There was a general jostling and bumping of tutus. Lorna-Dee looked at me like it was my fault, and I blushed.

"Our teacher's right, girls don't want to see your smelly grubby boy-pants!" sang Kerry. Lorna-Dee added smugly:

"Next week we expect to see you in nice white knickers like we wear!"

END OF CHAPTER THREE