This is the second of the Wanda series. It starts off after Wanda at the Beach, where Wanda's two best friends held her arms back while her longtime harasser exposed her breasts to an excited crowd. Wanda was an eighteen-year-old senior getting ready to graduate. She was 5'4" and black. She had almond-shaped dark eyes and high full cheeks. Her chin was small and round. She always wore her short hair in ringlets. Her nose was definitely African in shape but still on the small side. She had full pillowy lips that matched her mocha skin color. She was curvy all over and a great shapely ass and legs. All that was overshadowed by her huge perfect breasts. They looked like half melons on her chest and were capped by large nipples which everyone now knew.
It had to be a dream. That's what it felt like. That's how it felt to Dillon as he basked in the memory of Wanda's light brown nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Wanda used cocoa and shay butter lotion and her nipples actually tasted like chocolate. To the huge crowd of boys, who had spent their entire puberty fantasizing of seeing Wanda's breasts, it was literally like a dream come true. Dillon and his friends had literally spent their entire teen years imagining Wanda in some Porky's type wacky scenario with her tits out, had just realized a longtime dream. Wanda's best friends Britney and Ashley couldn't believe how much money they had collected from their male classmates for betraying the third in their trio of BFFs. Wanda felt like it was a dream when she remembered the looks in the eyes of what seemed like every boy from school. She couldn't possibly remember each face that saw her exposure as she scanned the crowd. The amount of detail she could recall was so surreal it had to be a dream.
It wasn't a dream though. Dillon's nose still hurt from the straight right Wanda had unleashed on him as soon as she got her hands free. Britney and Ashley did actually have a stack of money that they had traded for Wanda's trust and friendship. Wanda could still feel the sticky residue Dillon had left on her breasts when he had used his slimy racist tongue and mouth on her breasts. She scrubbed with alcohol and from the sharp sting discovered he had actually broken the skin when he bit down on her nipple. Most of all it wasn't a dream because of the pictures. There had been tons of pictures.
Everyone was ready. The whole thing had been planned out. Everyone was in on it. Her best friends had set her up. Told her what a great idea spring break volleyball would be. Told her about all the college boys that would be there. They convinced her she should be the permanent server so she would be closest to the bleachers. They had even signaled the crowd with a double thumbs up. Cameras were everywhere. Wanda remembered what must have been hundreds of camera flashes in the sea of faces.
It slowly started to dawn on her that her friends had helped her pick out her bikini. They had planned the betrayal that far back. Had they convinced her to break it off with her longtime boyfriend Julio "Julie" Duran. Julie had struck so much fear among the boys at school that no one dared harass her while she dated him. Britney and Ashley always said Julie wasn't attractive enough to be with her. Hearing that enough eventually convinced Wanda to suggest an open relationship once they separated for college. Julie didn't take that very well and their relationship ended because of it.
Wanda felt awful when she remembered how she had treated Julie. She had enjoyed the hurt she caused him when he knew she was moving on to college guys. It was an ego boost to have so much power over him. Why had she thought college boys were so special. Julie was amazing in bed. He was a top-notch athlete with incredible stamina. He was completely devoted to her and focused all his attention on pleasing her. The thing that pleased him most was bringing her pleasure. He had only been with her and she had trained him perfectly. He knew just how to touch her. She had taken it for granted that she would always be touched that way. That was just what it was like when a guy touched your body.
She learned the hard way, that wasn't true. Dillon's hands were like an obscene presence on her body. She felt queasy as his fingers made contact with the bare skin of her stomach. His hands were the opposite of Julie. Julie had rough calloused hands from constantly gripping weights in the gym. They felt like a man's hands. Dillon had soft hands. Julie had warm hands that generated heat as they gently glided over her skin. Dillon's hands were cold and clammy as they roughly groped flesh. Julie handled her nipples with kid gloves, always gentle at first and slowly increase pressure as he went. Always watching how for her reaction and adjusting accordingly. Dillon just latched his fingers to her tips like a pair of pliers and tugged her breasts into an obscene shape. He had stretched her nipple to her own mouth as though she would actually suck them for the crowd. She turned her head away in disgust. Disgust at her own breast.
The only thing keeping Wanda sane was that she had punched Dillon. She had drawn blood and maybe broken his nose. It felt like his nose broke. He had actually dropped to his rump in pain in front of the same crowd he had gathered to witness her humiliation. The fact he had looked at her with his eyes watering up from the pain and still smiled and telling her it was worth it filled her with rage. She doubted he would feel that way when Julie got a hold of him. Payback was going to be a bitch.
Wanda thought back to the first time she had seen Julie. She had barely noticed him. She remembered Dillon threatening him and being glad to not be the focus of Dillon and his crew of friends for even a few minutes. When Dillon snapped her bra a few minutes later. Julie didn't hesitate to stand and strike Dillon hard enough to send him desk and all toppling over. Even outnumbered five to one he stared down Dillon's friends, confident in his ability to handle the lot of them. Their embarrassment at being backed down was Wanda's best memory of her life. Once she started actually dating Julie, Dillon and his friends never dreamed of messing with Wanda again. At least that's what she thought.
She found out different. She remembered Dillon promising to show her tits off to everyone. Well, she swore that she would get back at Dillon, his friends, and her ex-best friends Britney and Ashley. She didn't know how but she knew Julie would defend her honor.
The first day back was torture. It was like being back in middle school all over again. Everyone was openly staring at her chest. The boys all gave her a knowing grin. They knew what she looked like and she knew they knew. The whispers were everywhere. She didn't know if the whispers were worse than the comments. She couldn't walk ten feet without hearing Cocoa tits or Pudding nipples or worse melon patch. She hated melon patch the most. It added an element of racism that pushed the humiliation almost over the edge.
She arrived at Julie's locker as he rounded the other corner. She Started to say something but paused when she noticed something taped to his locker. It was a picture of Wanda in her yellow bikini from spring break. Wanda's blood ran cold when she saw it. She looked sexy as hell with the push-up top and large open cleavage window. At least it was all the way on. Julie assumed Wanda had put it there.
