Having woken up early in the morning from what felt like a decent nights sleep, the first thing I realised that the crotch was sticky from the nights....private activity. Unfortunately as I slipped out my sheets and started fumbling my clothing off to hide the evidence of my masturbation, I noticed far too late Leanne standing in the doorway.
Shyly I smiled and nodded as I pretended that she hadn't noticed the wetness on the pyjama bottoms crotch as I bundled them up and shoved them in the hamper by my wardrobe. Apparently someone came and did our washing during classes. Leanne hesitantly came in, and with a few quick glances at me, started getting undressed too. After hearing all the little groans and sighs from last night as the girls in our room had gotten themselves off, I wasn't at all surprised by the wetness on the blonde girls clothes.
"Are you allowed out of the room to go for a jog before classes?" I whispered to the slender girl, trying to not wake the others.
"Yes. There is a running track, an outdoor pool, a weights room and a dojo that we are free to use when there are no classes. I usually go for a swim before any of the boys are up." she whispered back, not catching my eyes as she leaned into her wardrobe and started pulling a school uniform out, laying a white shirt, short red skirt and black shoulder fastening top onto the bed before pulling some underwear on, very conscious of me standing nearby getting undressed. Her self awareness was affecting me and I quickly started rummaging through my wardrobe for something suitable.
"Boys give you hassle?" I asked, pulling out my school uniform and slipping a bra and underwear on.
"Sometimes." she replied quietly and the sudden mental image of being cornered by the boys of this school made me stop and think.
"Would you like to go to the dojo with me? I trained in martial arts when I was younger and could show you a thing or two if you'd like?"
She paused in the act of pulling a thigh high stocking on and looked me in the eye, a shy smile spreading across her face.
"I'd like that."
We finished getting changed in silence and before leaving I impulsively grabbed extra panties out of my draw and quickly put them all on. When I pulled the 4th pair on I saw Leanne watching me in bewilderment. I grinned, showing a flash of teeth.
"If they want to touch me, they'll have to earn it."
We left the dorms and headed into the school grounds, Leanne leading the way to the dojo. We passed very few people, mainly guards who we gave a respectful nod or "Sir" to as we drew level to them. There were a few other girls up, quickly making their way to wherever they were going, heads down, darting about and trying not to draw attention to themselves. There were a couple of boys, small and scared looking, trying harder then the girls to blend in. In a school where sexual dominance was the measure, they obviously hadn't adjusted very well.
We made it to the dojo and got changed in the empty girls into t-shirts and tracksuit bottoms, Leanne showing me where all the extra clothing and sports equipment was kept. They had plenty to choose from, in all shapes and sizes so we managed to pick up gloves and shin pads in the right size before we went through into the dojo itself.
In a classic Japanese theme it was large and sparse. The flooring was wood but with a slight spring to it to avoid damage when falling. Paper screens covered the walls and for the first time since coming here I felt a twinge of familiarity. It looked a lot like the one my Father had back home. Being a wealthy business man he had converted one of the rooms in our house into a private dojo after he had found out I enjoyed martial arts. A pang of loneliness hit me and I quickly reined my thoughts away from home. The swish of wood pulled me from my memories as I finally noticed that we weren't alone in the dojo, indeed there was a young man, in full kendo gear practicing down at the other end of the dojo with a wooden sword. He took a step forward, striking down with the boken and then stepped back, and stepped forward on his other foot, repeating the move over and over again. With his light complexion and dark hair framing his face I wondered where he was from.
"That's Chris." Leanne said from behind me, watching him swinging the wooden boken back and forth constantly. "Stay clear of him. I'm not sure why but noone goes near him, and Rebecca said he did something to 3 boys who tried to grab him in the corridor."
The way she said "something" told me enough. The guy was dangerous.
We ignored him as I started showing Leanne moves, punches and kicks and soon we were making our way through the movements that seemed so long ago for me. She was a lot more graceful then I, her slender legs almost daintily flicking out, her hands sweeping out, that I was sure she must have had dancing classes, possibly even ballet. With those long graceful legs she was certainly built for it. Compared to her I felt...clumsy. My punches and kicks were fast, violent things but for right now, in this school, suited my mood. As I got into the routine of punching and kicking, dodging and ducking, I told myself I was no longer going to be a victim. I felt ashamed for how I acted yesterday, letting all those horrible things happen to me. I felt weak, feeble and yet even thinking about the way my body had been touched...how my body had been used..I felt the sudden flash of arousal run through me.
What was wrong with me?
I was about to start showing Leanne some of the self defense techniques when voices filtered through from the boys changing room, causing both of us to freeze. I could hear them, joking and laughing as they slammed locker doors and made as much noise as only rowdy boys can make. Leanne grabbed my arm.
"We should go." she whispered urgently, pulling on my arm.
"It'll be ok." I reassured her but she shook her head, her body trembling.
"You don't understand. If they think they can get away with it, they'll...." she trailed off breathless with fear. I put my hand over her trembling one.
"Ok let's go."
We hurried over the the door to the girls changing room, the boy's voices getting louder as we drew close, the doors being next to each other. As I reached out my hand the door to the boys changing room banged open loudly and five boys stepped out and on seeing us froze.
"Hey! You're the new girl who has the record for the most times on her first day!" one of them blurted. The five boys were roughly my age, 19, two with sandy blonde hair and matching heights, the other had brick red hair and was carrying a little weight on him. The others had dark hair, with tanned dark skin and greasy smiles.
Leanne had frozen in place, practically hiding behind me as she shivered. I just stared them down.
"That's me." I told them, pleased at the lack of tremble in my voice. Hopefully if I could fake confidence long enough....
"Pretty, aren't you?" one of the other boys said as he stepped forward and blocked our door. The red haired boy starting walking around us, examining us like some prize horse.
"I prefer them skinnier." Red Hair said with a smirk in his tone causing Leanne to hug into me tighter. I turned my head to look him in the eye.
"And I prefer mine with more intelligence." I replied coolly. His friends laughed as he blushed.
"She has a point, Barry." The first boy said as he stepped forward closer to me. I held my ground as he advanced, stopping when there was only a foot distance between us. He leaned in close, as if for a kiss.