BEST FRIENDS

BY ZOOCH

“What do you call a girl with her skirt off and her knickers round her ankles?” quipped Linda as she hung her duffle bag up on the hook and grabbed her jacket.

“I don’t know, what do you call a girl with her skirt off and her knickers round her ankles?” answered Katie sitting on the bench putting on her trainers.

“Julia Benton in detention with Mr. Dobson.” said Linda smiling.

“That’s not funny!” said Julia angrily.

Katie pulled her jacket off of the coat-peg, it was chilly out in the playground.

“I’ve got one for you,” said Katie. “What do you call a girl in room 9 after school wearing just socks with Mr. Dobson’s finger up her fanny?”

“Dunno,” answered Linda, “wouldn’t be Julia Benton would it?”

“Spot on.” said Katie, giggling. Zoe giggled too.

“You are all horrible and I don’t know why I‘m friends with you.” shouted Julia. “You know I’ve got detention with bloody Dobson and it’s nothing to joke about.”

“I don’t know,” said Katie, “I’ve heard that his detentions can be quite stimulating!”

“Come here you little minx,” said Linda in tones as low as she could muster trying to mimic the voice of Mr. Dobson, “I need to teach you a lesson.” She pulled Katie over to her by the girl’s arm then lifting Katie’s skirt with one hand, Linda thrust her other hand down inside Katie’s regulation white cotton school knickers.

“Oooh Sir! Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Sir! Oooh ooooooh sir! I’m going to come for you Sir!” Katie pretended to be in the throes of orgasm, bucking her hips, tilting her head violently and crossing her eyes while her voice got more and more breathless and squeaky as she said the last bit.

Julia burst into tears and ran off down the corridor. “You’re all horrible and I hate you,” the three girls heard her wail as Julia disappeared around the corner.

“You know I think we overdid it a bit,” said Zoe feeling guilty.

Katie shrugged. “Well, I think she deserved it,” she said, “after all, she’s always ready to laugh at everyone else in the class when they get into trouble.”

“You two go ahead and go outside, I’ll catch you up later,” said Zoe putting her jacket back on the hook before setting off down the corridor in the direction Julia had headed.

Katie and Linda put their jackets on and headed for the playground.

Zoe ran up the stairs and checked their form room, then the classroom next door, both were empty. She carefully checked the stock rooms attached to each classroom. Still no luck. “Maybe the toilets,” she thought and rushed back down the stairs.

Sure enough, the third cubicle in the girls’ toilets was being used. Zoe thought she could hear sobbing behind the door. Zoe stuck her head down peering under the door. She could see just the lower part of a pair of legs, short white socks, black shoes and a pair of knickers twisted around the ankles “I’m sorry Julia,” said Zoe softly, “come on, let’s be friends again.”

“No. Go away,” came the reply.

“O.K. If you won’t come out then I’ll just have to come in.” Zoe made a vain attempt at wiggling under the door. She might have made it too if Julia hadn’t been inside the cubicle taking up most of the space. In the event it wasn’t necessary.

“It’s O.K. I’m coming out,” said Julia, pulling up her knickers and then flushing the toilet.

Julia opened the cubicle door and the two girls stared at each other without speaking, Julia’s face was streaked with tears and her hair was a mess.

“I am really really sorry. Honest.” said Zoe. The two girls hugged and this started off a fresh flood of Julia’s tears.

Zoe helped Julia tidy up. She got some paper towels, wet them under the tap and dabbed at Julia’s face while Julia herself stood in front of the mirror and brushed her hair with the brush from her cardigan pocket.

“I do look a mess, don’t I Zoe,” she said,

“Nope, nothing that a few more minutes won’t fix up.” Zoe carried on dabbing at Julia’s face with a fresh set of towels. Finally Zoe smoothed down her friend’s skirt and straightened her cardigan. “There, good as new!” she said lightheartedly and gave Julia a big sloppy kiss on the lips.

“Come on, let’s go and get some crisps and sit inside in the hall, we can go outside at lunchtime,” she said cheerily and led Julia by the hand out of the toilets, along the corridor and down towards the assembly hall.

The rest of the morning passed wearily and at lunchtime Julia had no appetite and couldn’t eat. In the afternoon Julia found that she couldn’t concentrate on anything at all. Not a single thing. All her mind could take in was the clock on the classroom wall above the door as it slowly ticked around to three thirty and the bell that would signal home-time for the others and for her signal the start of that horrid detention.

Finally, the minutes had ticked away and the bell rang and most of the others grabbed their things and headed for the door. Ignoring school rules, they ran down the stairs, along the corridors and out the double doors and into freedom. Julia trudged slowly, with a heavy heart, up to Mr. Dobson’s room on the first floor.

The door was closed so Julia stood nervously outside. She felt sick down in the pit of her stomach. Eventually she screwed up all her courage and knocked.

“Come!” came the resonant and familiar tones of Mr. Dobson from within.

Julia turned the handle and entered the room. Soon she stopped dead in her tracks hardly able to believe her eyes. There in the room already, apparently in detention, were Linda and Katie.

Some detention! Linda was standing on a chair holding her skirt up high above her waist while her white cotton school knickers were down around her knees. Katie meanwhile was bent over a desk at the front of the classroom, her grey pleated skirt was flipped up lying on her back and her white school knickers were also down around her knees and she was showing off her rather ample bottom which was being admired by Mr. Dobson. Being admired in the sense that his hand was stroking it up and down sizing up the most delectable spot. Mr. Dobson was, to Julia’s surprise, dressed informally in some sports clothes: t-shirt, trainers and shorts, one of the few times she could recall seeing him dressed in anything other than his smart suit and tie.

“Well, don’t stand gawping, Julia!” barked Mr. Dobson. “You are here for detention. Go and sit down over there.” Mr. Dobson beckoned to a seat at the front of the class using a wide sweep of the hand that had previously been stroking Katie’s bottom. “Better still, lets have you up on the chair next to Linda,” his hand swept across in a regal gesture indicating that any chair in the vicinity of Linda would be suitable, then he reverted to his previous stroking of Katie’s bottom.

Julia was too stupefied to do anything else other than to obey. She went over to the desk directly to the right of Linda, put her school bag on the floor and climbed on to the chair.

Julia stood there for what seemed like an age, painfully aware that Linda next to her was still showing all her little girlie goodies with her skirt up and her knickers down. Did Mr. Dobson expect her to do the same? Julia had never let anyone see her naughty bits since she was six years old, not even her parents and not the girls in her class while they were changing for P.E. and certainly not any of the teachers.

Mr. Dobson looked up at her expectantly. The sort of look that said “Well, you silly girl, you certainly don’t think you’re getting away so lightly do you?, Knickers down and skirt up like your friend next to you.”

What he actually said was: “Come now Julia. I think you know the appropriate waiting position. If you cannot figure it out by the time I have finished attending to young Katie’s bottom, then maybe six strokes of the cane will sharpen your wits.” And then he briefly returned to stroking Katie’s bottom before giving it four playful slaps, two on either cheek.

Julia looked sideways at Linda. Linda looked pointedly down at Julia’s skirt then motioned with her head for her to lift it up.

“Well, I suppose I must,” thought Julia. She had pondered momentarily whether she could just get away with lifting her skirt and not taking her knickers down but quickly realized that Mr. Dobson would get them down anyway and all that the delay was likely to produce was a reprimand and six strokes of the cane across her bare bottom. She winced at the thought.

Julia took a deep breath and then reached under her skirt and slowly slid her knickers down so that they were just below her knees, pretty much the same as Linda’s next to her. She was still pulling them down when the classroom door burst open.

“Sorry I’m late Sir!” said the cheery voice of Zoe who near bounded into the room. Zoe was smiling and carrying a largish cardboard box. “I got cornered by Miss Voncie. You know!” And she giggled, as if the giggle was all the explanation that was needed.

Zoe was wearing her gym kit. Well, almost wearing her gym kit. She was barefoot and she seemed to have forgotten to put on her gym skirt and was wearing only her navy blue gym knickers with her white t-shirt.

“Look Sir, I got you a note as well. It’s come from the Staff Room. Look.” And Zoe rummaged in the box and fished out a note.

Mr. Dobson read it. Then he raised his eyebrows. Then he pondered.

Julia, who had just been about to lift up her skirt, didn’t.

“Let me just tell something to Katie,” said Zoe and bent over and whispered something to Katie who, unbidden by Mr. Dobson, stood up. Mr. Dobson meanwhile continued to ponder. Katie motioned with her head for Linda to come over leaving Julia standing on the chair with her knickers down feeling a little bit foolish.

“Well, if Miss Voncie is absolutely certain about this then we might give it a try,” said Mr. Dobson finally.

Zoe’s box, it seemed, contained the skipping ropes that were used for P.E. because each of the three girls at the front of the class had taken one.

“Did Miss Voncie say anything to you when giving you the note?” asked a puzzled Mr. Dobson.

But Mr. Dobson’s question was never answered. What exactly happed seemed a bit of a blur to Julia. All she was aware of was some pushing and shoving from the three girls and some protests from Mr. Dobson. Then they all collapsed to the floor and there was some flailing of arms and legs and then, when the girls stood back, Julia saw, to her shock and fascination, that Mr. Dobson was tied up on the floor. Julia wondered why Mr. Dobson wasn’t screaming his head off and then noticed that a pair of white school knickers had been stuffed into his mouth and tied there with one of the ropes.

“Don’t just stand there, come and help,” said Zoe talking directly to Julia.

Julia pulled up her knickers, jumped down from the chair and went over. She felt scared. But she also felt excited. Half of her wanted to run away and half of her wanted to stay.

“April Fool Sir,” laughed Julia. “Miss Voncie never wrote the note. I did. What do you think about that Sir?” It was pointless asking the question at all since all Mr. Dobson could do was to mumble into his gag. “Well Sir, We have all suffered from you giving us detention. So now we are going to give you some of your own medicine,” she added triumphantly. More mumbling into the gag from Mr. Dobson.

The next bit Julia could hardly believe. Linda was on her knees taking down Mr. Dobson’s shorts. Then his underpants! God! His cock was big and stiff! Julia hadn’t seen one before and could hardly keep her eyes off it.

“So, how do you like having your pants taken down?” asked Linda. More muttering into the gag from Mr. Dobson.

“And how do you like having your bum smacked?” asked Katie, smacking away at Mr. Dobson’s bottom with no apparent intention of stopping.

“And how do you like having someone feel up you private parts?” asked Zoe grabbing hold of Mr. Dobson’s stiff cock and jerking it backwards and forwards.

Next, all of Mr. Dobson’s clothes came off, the ropes being carefully untied and retied to allow this to happen. Mr. Dobson’s cock remained rock hard the whole time. Zoe appeared to be the cock-mistress-in-chief and she seemed to know exactly what to do with it.

The three girls continued their prodding and poking and slapping and groping and tickling and pinching and even licking and biting of their captive teacher for the next half hour. Julia, positive that there would be some nasty reurcussions from it all, tried to stay resolutely on the sidelines.

Mr. Dobson’s eyes were beginning to glaze over.

“Right now, you old pervert. Just so that you have something to remember us by, we are all going to pee all over you,” said Zoe. Mr. Dobson had a peculiar faraway look in his eyes.

“Come on girls, knickers off and get pissing,” said Zoe to the others.

Julia realized with a start that this included her. God, what a dilemma! She was sort of hoping that, when the day of judgment came, as surely it must, she might somehow be overlooked. After all, she hadn’t really done anything except be there. Now she was being asked to participate. To pee all over one of her teachers!

Linda and Katie had already taken off there knickers and Linda had positioned her fanny inches from Mr. Dobson’s head. Mr. Dobson’s cock had, thought Julia, got stiffer, How peculiar, she thought. Suddenly Linda let loose a torrent of pee which splashed all over Mr. Dobson’s face and made a puddle on the floor. Before Linda had finished Katie had started so that, momentarily, two forceful jets were cascading down onto their teacher’s face.

“Come on, your turn,” said Zoe. Somewhat reluctantly Julia decided that she couldn’t do anything else. She was going to be one of the guilty party as well. She took her knickers off and stood over Mr. Dobson. Almost involuntarily she started to pee. She had intended to keep her skirt down so as not to show her fanny but Linda, who had crept up behind her, lifted it right up. Julia thought that she noticed Mr. Dobson’s eyes light up as he stared at her fanny and Julia in turn got quite a buzz from the realization that her teacher was sexually interested in her. Julia, whose bladder was remarkably full, pissed over Mr. Dobson for ages and ages. To Julia it seemed like the whole of eternity. While she was half enjoying it, part of her still wanted to scurry away and pretend that she was only a spectator.

Finally she finished pissing and Linda let Julia’s skirt fall back into place restoring Julia’s modesty.

“And, last but not least, moi,” said Zoe excitedly. She stood up and quickly divested herself of her knickers.

“You carry on doing what I was doing,” said Zoe to Julia, “the dirty pervert’s nearly ready to spunk.” Julia didn’t understand but grabbed hold of Mr. Dobson’s cock and started rubbing it backwards and forwards in the same way that Zoe had. Wow! Mr. Dobson’s cock was actually hot! Julia certainly hadn’t expected that. But then again, she hadn’t expected any of the things that had been happening to her recently.

Zoe took her t-shirt off with a flourish and stood there completely starkers. She was grinning from ear to ear. She bent down and untied the rope securing the gag in Mr. Dobson’s mouth and removed the sodden panties.

Julia expected howls of protest from the abused teacher but, strangely, he was silent.

“OK, open wide, you filthy pervert. I’ve been saving this up!” commanded Zoe.

Meekly, unbelievably to Julia, Mr. Dobson opened his mouth and Julia let fly with a stream of hot steaming pee. Most of it simply splashed over his face but Julia aimed so that at least some of her flow was directed into his open mouth making him gag and splutter. On and on and on it seemed to go. Julia was almost absent-mindedly wanking Mr. Dobson when she became aware of the hot stiff piece of meat in her hand convulsing and, looking down, saw a stream of white liquid gush from the tip of Mr. Dobson’s hot stiff cock.

Suddenly it was all over. There was a strange silence and a stillness with no-one quite knowing what to say. Finally Zoe piped up:

“Well, we had better clean up I suppose!” she said.

Mr. Dobson put on his shorts and t-shirt and disappeared out of the door to the toilets to wash and change. Zoe put back on her gym knickers and t-shirt. Katie and Linda put their knickers back on.

“Go on, you two go,” said Linda, “Katie and myself will mop and clean up.”

“OK,” replied Zoe, “see you on Monday. See that Dobbo’s alright and let us know if we need to do anything.” And with that Zoe grabbed Julia by the arm and headed for the door.

“Bye, see you Monday, “ said Julia meekly, still uncomprehending at the scene they were leaving behind them.

They stopped at the cloakroom where Zoe changed back into her school uniform.

“You know,” said Julia, I can’t believe that just happened!”

“I know,” replied Zoe. “But it did. Let’s go!”

Forty minutes later the two girls arrived at Zoe’s house. Both parents were out until much later that evening.

Zoe turned the key and the door swung open. Zoe went in first.

“Come,” she said. Julia followed.

Two minutes later they had discarded their coats and were up in Zoe’s bedroom.

Julia sat on the bed. Zoe was clearly in high spirits, bobbing around the room, full of energy. She was removing her school clothes, first her cardigan, then her blouse and tie, her skirt and her socks, leaving her dressed in just her white cotton vest and knickers. All the while Julia was sitting on the end of the bed watching her.

“You know”, Julia said “I really think we are going to get into big trouble for what we did today, we’ll be kicked out of school that’s for sure. Our parents will be furious. Perhaps we’ll even get into the papers. Or into jail.”

“Nah, you worry too much,” retorted Zoe, “We’ll be fine, you’ll see.” Zoe had come to a pause with her disrobing and had bent down and seemed to be searching under the bed for something.

“But just think of what happened. You even pee’d all over him!” Julia couldn’t help but sound dejected.

“I seem to recall that you had a pretty good go yourself,” chuckled Zoe at much the same time as she produced a small cardboard box from under the bed. Julia could make out a skipping rope, some candles, a ping-pong bat and some other bits and pieces. She supposed that it was a toy box.

“No, I am telling you honestly, we’ll be OK. Nothing will happen and no-one ever need know,” said Zoe tipping the contents of the toy box onto the bed. She selected a skipping rope. With her left hand she carefully tied her right hand to the bed.

“Do the other one Julia, please.”

Julia obeyed. Just another of those strange things that were happening that day. There seemed little point in trying to apply anything as mundane as logic to it in an effort to figure it out.

“Now tie my legs wide apart with my ankles tied to the legs of the bed.”

Julia did as her friend requested using another skipping rope from the pile on the bed.

“But aren’t you worried Zoe?” Julia asked. “You know, every sort of hell could break loose.”

“No it won’t. Trust me. Now pick up the ping-pong bat.” Julia picked up the ping-pong bat.

“How can you be so sure?” asked Julia mystified.

“Easy. Mr. Dobson agreed to the whole thing beforehand. At lunch-time, after our misunderstanding earlier that morning. That’s why. Now, use the bat and start to spank my arse. Soft at first but then make it harder. Understand?”

Julia, who didn’t think she understood anything at all at that day, began to swat her friend’s bottom with slow methodical strokes.

“Harder,” commanded Zoe and Julia spanked harder.

“But that’s crazy,” said Julia, “Why on Earth would Dobbo ever agree to let us do that?”

“Two reasons,” replied Julia. “First, he’s a pervert so he knew he’d enjoy it. By the way, the pissing idea was Mr. Dobson’s, not mine. Up until then I didn’t know that people liked that sort of thing. Still I suppose you learn about lots of the things you don’t know.”

“I suppose so,” said Julia in agreement. “You said there were two reasons, what’s the other.”

“The second reason is that Dobbo wants to fuck me. So, having thought it over during the lunch-break, I decided that I will in fact let him. Next week.”

“Why on Earth did you agree to that?” asked Julia, genuinely shocked.

“Well, my dear naïve little Julia, I reasoned that I couldn’t go on being a virgin forever and that every girl has to get fucked sooner or later. And, very very importantly, I had a friend who was wetting her pants over having a detention and I figured that if I did her a really big favour by getting her off, she might be grateful and return the favour to me by spanking my arse and then licking my cunt and making me orgasm.”

And, once she understood, that’s what Julia did. After all, that’s what best friends are for.