On the Way to School

I hurried along to the bus stop, where Jessica was waiting for me. In her usual manner on hot days she was standing absent-mindedly with both forearms shoved under her short school skirt and petticoat, holding them both up and leaving her legs uncovered to the upper thighs. Her dark-coloured stocking-tops and garter-belt could be seen by everyone. I squirmed, like I always did at this sight.

“Hi!” Jessica sang as I hastened over to her, and we pretended to kiss like we did every morning. Her perfume teased my nostrils. I was itching to touch her, which I’d never done.

“PE first thing!” the girl reminded me at once. “All set for your weekly tease?”

I couldn’t help scowling at this, and Jessica saw. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist!” she laughed in her superior way. “It’s only a bit of netball!”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re good at it!” I grumbled. Then I remembered there was something important I wanted to ask her, so continued in a rather more polite tone: “Um, Jessica, you never seem to get your stockings snagged, how do you do it?”

“Because a girl knows how to wear them, is how!” she answered smartly.

The bus came and we climbed on board. After saucily showing her pass to the driver, who didn’t look interested, Jessica headed for the steps and began to clamber up them. Stumbling on her tail, I reached the foot of the stairs when she was half-way up. From where I stood, the inside of her skirt was a dark circle and the inside of her petticoat a lace-edged white one within it, and at the very heart of both were Jessica’s silvery-shimmery pink-laced panties. Suddenly I was all shortness of breath, and awkward excitement twisted excruciatingly in me.

Jessica sat and pulled her legs up so her skirt dropped back down, showing her stocking-top again and also a strip of white petticoat-lace that I badly yearned to touch. In a flurry I took the seat next to her.

“Oh, Mum says she wants you to come to tea tonight,” the girl said, remembering.

“Will Kyle be there?” I asked anxiously at once.

“Yes!” Jessica replied, and though she sounded amused there was some good-natured impatience mixed in. “He’d tease you a lot less if you’d just pluck up the courage to play him one-on-one, like he’s always daring you to!”

I didn’t answer. I knew how I felt about that subject, and unfortunately Jessica did too.

She shifted close to me. The perfume was back in my nostrils again. My heart started to pound.

“You know,” Jessica breathed throatily, in a quiet voice only I could hear, “there’s nothing a girl likes more than a boy who can play. Scoring and winning and teasing the other boy, getting him hot and bothered…that really puts us in the mood.”

I gulped. “Would it put you in the mood?” I asked her boldly, though my eyes were wide.

“Let’s just say that if you win, I might feel like offering you a prize!” she declared, in a way that set my mind racing. The bus meanwhile had pulled up, and a line of other teens was slowly filing past. As an older boy walked by, he caught sight of Jessica’s exposed leg and blew a cheeky wolf-whistle.

At once the girl tossed her dark hair and smiled back at him, and with one hand slid her skirt and slip an inch higher to give him a better view. Her smile enticed but ultimately withheld, mocking the flirtatious older boy. All the time Jessica was enjoying how much power she had over him. I fumed inside, powerless. That girl had a way of making me feel about as big as one of my own freckles.