Wanda was wrong about so much. She thought she could trust her friends. She thought the boys who made her life torture had grown up and moved on with their lives. She thought the protection she had gained from dating the most feared fighter in her school would apply even after they had broken up. She thought the beach at spring break was the perfect place for some harmless flirting practice with college guys before she left for University the next fall. Wanda was wrong about all of it.
Wanda was the only black girl in her part of town. It wasn't so bad when she was younger but puberty hit her hard one summer. She walked into school in the 6th grade with a very full c cup, and her breast just got bigger from there. Being the first of her peers to develop wasn't easy. She already stuck out because of her race. Now at the age where kids first start to get curious about sex, she had the full attention of all the boys in school. She realized very quickly that it wasn't romantic attention girls dreamed about. She was more of an object of curiosity. The boys had all seen naked women in movies and in the Playboy magazines, they passed around on the bus and in the bathrooms. Black women were a rarity in the pre-internet days. Outside of national geographic black women were almost impossible to see naked.
Wanda quickly learned not to enjoy the attention she was getting. She felt like she was under a microscope all the time. She did her best to fade into the background. It was an impossible task. She became withdrawn and much more solitary because of it. This caused most of the girls to avoid her and the boys to assume she was stuck up. Soon she became the target of a group of bullies. They were led by a boy named Dillon. Dillon was much larger than his peers. Just his size was enough to elevate him to the king of the school. Even worse he always traveled in a pack. Dillon had a group of about five boys who made it a point to harass Wanda whenever they could. It wasn't very likely that anyone would stand up to this group. Wanda felt that she would have been a target of Dillon and his friends even if she wasn't so developed because he gave the impression he was mildly racist. The size and perfect shape of Wanda's chest though, made sure most of the bullying attention would focus on her breasts.
It started with comments. The group publically speculated on the size and shape of Wanda's nipples. The big debate was Hershey's kisses or sloppy chocolate pudding smeared across her giant tits. The teachers ignored it for the most part not wanting to insert themselves into a potential racial minefield. The few times the principal got involved he was obviously uncomfortable addressing anything to do with Wanda's breasts as he did everything he could to not get caught stealing glances at Wanda. The lack of consequences encouraged Dillon and his friends to continue. Soon the whole school was calling Wanda Cocoa Tits or pudding nipples. Her breasts were known to everyone as the watermelon patch. Dillon's crew loved to watch her walk by and chant "bouncy bouncy bouncy..." while mimicking her breasts with their hands. The public shaming was really starting to get to Wanda. It seemed to be escalating and slowly proceded to physical torment. Bra snapping became commonplace and Dillon's crew made it a point to bump into Wanda's breasts at every opportunity.
What Wanda hated the most was that so much of the school seemed to enjoy her torment. The boys of the school, in particular, were seeming to enjoy her public discomfort. Even the male teachers seemed to like it. Outside of a few girls who felt bad for Wanda, it was like the whole world was getting off on her misery.
The bullies were getting bolder and bolder. How far was it going to go? The worst part about it was how public it was. The more of an audience they had the more the boys enjoyed tormenting Wanda. Dillon had figured out he could undo the hooks Wanda's bra when he snapped it if he pinched it just right. He was able to get two of the three hooks undone with one hand the first time he actually tried. Within a week he was consistently unhooking three and was getting better at it every day. Wanda knew it was just a matter of time before he perfected the technique.
Dillon's sister Britany was one of the girls who didn't enjoy what Dillon was doing. She was always overhearing Dillon and his friends' plans for Wanda and her tits. They were constantly planning some caper to touch them or finally see them bare. Britany knew this time they were serious about exposing Wanda. She took upon herself to warn Wanda what was coming once mastered the trick. Once they were able to remove Wandas bra through her shirt, Dillon's friends were going to wet her shirt down in front of as many people as they could. Wanda stopped wearing white. It was a race against the calendar. Wanda knew it was coming and all the boys from school knew it was coming. If Dillon could do it before the school year ended he would be a hero to all the boys. Seeing Wanda's tits became the holy grail for all the boys.
Wanda was worried every day that this would be the day. Fortunately for Wanda, the school year ended before Dillon was able to perfect the maneuver. All the boys were disappointed. But Dillon made them a promise that he was going to show off Wanda's tits for everyone.
All summer Wanda worried and stressed about Dillons promise to expose her chest. Every day that went by she was closer to the new school year. Even worse was they were starting at a much larger High school this year and now the audience to her torment would be even bigger. She almost wished she had gotten it over with before.
Wanda had worked herself into a panic on the first day of high school. Her heart sank as she entered her homeroom class to find Dillon and five of his friends waiting for her. She scanned the room for an empty seat. She saw a perfect seat in the back of the class surrounded by other students where Dillon and his friends wouldn't be able to sit around her. At least she would be safe during class. She was so relieved she didn't even notice the boy sitting next to her.
Her relief was short lived as Dillon and his crew walked up to her desk. They pointed out all the desks around Wanda and told the students to beat it. Even going so far as to lift one small boy by his shirt. Everyone sheepishly listened and slunk away not wanting to start trouble with the united front of Dillon and his crew. Everyone except the boy seated next to Wanda. He made no effort to move and gave no indication he had any inclination to move. When Dillon made a veiled threat to the boy he looked almost amused.
The boy was from one of the other small junior high schools that fed into the larger High school. Wanda didn't know him and neither did Dillon and his friends. If they had been paying attention they may have noticed that although he wasn't as big as Dillon he was deceptively powerful. His shoulders were very wide and he had overgrown forearms almost like a real-life version of Popeye. He wore his Jet black hair combed straight back. He looked Italian or maybe Spanish. He wasn't particularly attractive and he mostly looked at the ground. Dillon told him they would finish this later as he took the seat behind Wanda.
Wanda was almost happy that Dillon had found another outlet for his attention. Maybe if she was lucky they would forget about her for a while. She felt a little guilty for wishing this fate on this boy she never met. She was just relieved at the thought that for just a little while she might be spared Dillon and his friends torment.
That relief only lasted a minute or two. She felt her bra constrict across her chest as Dillon pulled the strap way back. The familiar Thwack seemed extra loud because of how quiet the class had been. Dillon and his friends laughed and exchanged high fives as the class turned to stare at Wanda. Wanda hated being the center of attention and she knew all the boys were looking at her chest. She hated being looked at like a piece of meat while Dillon and his friends just laughed and enjoyed her discomfort.
While Wanda was having all these thoughts, the boy next to her rose to his feet and punched Dillon in the mouth so hard he and his desk toppled over into the next row. Dillon's friends stood up to defend their leader but paused when the boy showed no fear at their numbers advantage. Dillon made no effort to get to his feet. He was stunned at how much his face hurt and the boy didn't even look like he had put much effort into the blow.
The boy didn't protest when he was sent to the principal's office. Right away the whispers started. The members of the class that knew the boy let Dillon and his crew know how dumb they were to pick a fight with the boy. Wanda learned the boy was Julio "Julie" Duran the son of a former light heavyweight contender who was being groomed to continue the family legacy. Dillon and his friends seemed to physically shrink after hearing that.
Julie had been suspended for the rest of the week. Dillon and his friends had not said anything to Wanda since the incident. In fact, Dillon had avoided Wanda as much as he could afterward. When Julie got back from suspension Dillon and his friends really quieted down. It was like they were different people. No longer bold bullies who picked on anyone they thought was weaker. They had been tested publicly and they had failed. They had pretended to be tough and were now exposed. Wanda loved seeing it. She realized the irony of it. She had feared being the victim of public exposure but now loved seeing her tormentors being exposed.