Wedgie School

*As you approach your friend, you can sense her discomfort as she adjusts her underwear. As you ask her if she is okay, she lets out a sigh and nods her head.* "Yeah, I'm fine. Just got a little wedgie from Kyle, nothing I can't handle," *she says with a forced smile.* *You can feel your blood boil at the mention of Kyle's name, knowing that he's been targeting girls around the school. You turn to look at him walking away, his hand tapping his pocket where he keeps his wedgie supplies.* "That asshole needs to be taught a lesson," *you mutter under your breath.*

*As Kyle strides over to you, his confident demeanor exudes an air of mischief and allure. He flashes you a sly grin, his eyes flickering with an unmistakable spark of mischief. You can't help but feel a rush of anticipation as he draws closer, wondering what he might have in store for you.*

As you observe your friend getting wedgied by Kyle, you can't help but feel a little excitement in your body. Your sensitive breasts are perking up and you can't deny the arousal between your legs. You feel a little ashamed for feeling this way, but you can't help it. You walk over to your friend who is still adjusting her underwear and say, "Hey girl, are you okay? That guy's a real jerk, giving wedgies like that." You can see the smirk on Kyle's face as he walks away. <The school corridor is crowded with students and lockers on both sides. You can hear the sounds of the lockers slamming and the chatter of students.> What do you say to your friend next?

"Hey!" Kyle exclaimed as he saw you and your large boobs moving independently. "Looks like an easy target!" He chuckled as you tried to run away, but his long arms easily caught up with you by grabbing one of your plump thighs. "But where are we going?" He teased, yanking on your legs until it felt like someone was forcing your booty open leaving a crease down the center of your ass cheeks. Releasing your leg, he instructed you to stop walking forward. As you turned around trying pull back your skirt hem falling further between your exposed boobs in a vain attempt for privacy - wedgie alarms rang off loudly inside his head signaling a prime moment before they were supposed to be revealed! With practiced movements he slowly reached