It wasn't an official sorority event. It wasn't mandatory. You could go and just watch. You could stay home. Maeve went anyway.
She sat in the second row from the back on a metal chair, pink tank top and blue jeans, long pink hair trapped in a ponytail. She wanted to look cute, but also wanted to blend in. Just in case she decided to run.
Maeve watched the presentations. It was educational but not in the normal way. The theme of the party was to give a presentation on something you were passionate about, weirdness was encouraged. She'd seen PowerPoints about card tricks, juggling, monster-fucking, and even fashion in the 1920s.
When Maeve heard about the party, she decided not to go. Then one night she opened Powerpoint and started fooling around. It started with two slides and some funny art. Then it grew into acronyms and descriptions, evidence and examples. A part of her impossible to explain became a final-worthy presentation. When she woke up the next day, she read it over. Almost deleted it. Then she signed up for the party.
The crowd cheered after a brunette finished a presentation about Beer Pong being a real sport. She'd been playing it earlier and she seemed sober, so she must know her stuff.
"Okay, Maeve? You're up!" One of the organizers called. Maeve stood up on shaky legs. She walked to the front of the room, in front of the bright screen. A laptop sat on a crate to her left, a stool to her right. She put her flashdrive in the computer, and took a deep breath.
Still time to run.
"You've got this!" A voice called out, a few people clapped for her. She closed her eyes, then opened them.
"Okay," she took her ponytail out, and shook free the long pink hair. The crowd cheered. She opened the file on the computer, and played her PowerPoint.
A title slide read FOR THE LOVE OF WEDGIES in big pink curly letters.
"I love wedgies, and you should too," she smiled. The room went silent. Maeve clicked to the next slide:
Wild
Entertaining
Dominant
Gorgeous
Innovative
Easy.
She explained how Wedgies were fun and unexpected, how they were fun to watch, how they dominate whoever gets them, how pretty it is to watch a pair of cute panties climb into the air, how there are a million kinds of wedgies that can happen anywhere, and how anyone can pull it off.
"It's not for everyone, but I love giving them, and getting them can feel good if it's the right lady behind you," she clicked ahead in the slide show and went over the different kinds.
Classic Wedgies, cute and simple.
Hanging Wedgies and their benefits, the DIY nature and the power of a good rope.
Atomic Wedgies, how good stretchy underwear feels going over your head.
She included a few images and gifs from some adult films, she saw a few girls blush.
"I love wedgies because they're fun and they're hot and I know that's weird," Maeve bit her lip, "But everything's weird. We all like weird shit, that's why we're here today." She clicked to the last slide, one that read DEMONSTRATION.
"So, can I have a volunteer?" Maeve looked out into the audience. The room was quiet again, nervous. The air was strange. Before she was quiet and unassuming. Now she was the Wedgie Girl, she had a brand, maybe that would bring another freak to her, maybe it would bring her good luck.
"I volunteer!" She yelled. Long straight red hair, big green eyes. She wore black yoga shorts and a tight red tank top.
"Come on up," Maeve nodded, nervous. She ran to the front of the room, the crowd cheered.
"Sidney," she stuck out her hand.
"Maeve," she shook Sidney's hand.
"Where do you want me?"
"Put your hands on the stool and bend over." Sidney did as she was told. A few more cheers. Maeve wiped sweat from her forehead. She cracked her knuckles and walked behind Sidney. She stared at her ass.
"Ready when you are," Sidney shook her ass. A girl in the audience laughed.
"You grab the waistband, obviously," Maeve grabbed the back of Sid's shorts. She pulled them down a few inches, then grabbed the waistband of the white underwear beneath. She pulled them upward, very slowly at first, then fast and hard.
"Ouch," Sidney yelped. The audience laughed. Maeve marveled at the small fistful of undies in her hand.
"You good?"
"Oh yeah," Sidney smiled, "Keep pulling."
"You want to be close to your target, plant your feet firmly on the ground, bend your elbows and PULL," Maeve pulled with all her strength. Sidney's panties climbed high into the air, sinking into her ass, the leg holes stretching far out of her shorts.
"Fuuuuck," Sidney groaned, her hips were carried upward, her feet left the floor. She gripped the stool hard.
"You can bounce your victim," Maeve offered, giving Sidney's panties a few quick bounces, "If you want to make her squirm."
"She's...such a...good bully," Sidney dangled over the stool as
her ass jiggled with each bounce. The crowd laughed and ogled. Maeve lowered Sidney to the ground, her hands let go of the underwear, and she turned to the audience.
"I hope that was informative," Maeve bowed to the audience. It was a big mistake. She felt hands on the back of her jeans.
"No!" Maeve gasped, but before she could even lean up, Sidney's hands were on her waistband and she was done.
"Let's give them a show," Sidney laughed, and pulled Maeve's pink panties into the open.
"Shit!" Maeve laughed, she nearly fell over, her panties surged up her ass. She reached behind her, trying to grab back her undies. Sidney pulled harder, the audience cheered, Maeve was on her tiptoes as the pink slipped up her ass.
"You forgot about the Yo-Yo Wedgie," Sidney shook her head, "that's my favorite." She pushed Maeve forward, she went flying across the floor, then Sidney pulled Maeve back by her underwear.
"Owww!" The pain was hot and sharp, and perfect. Sidney pushed Maeve forward again, then pulled her back, the pink panties stretched far in her hands.
"This one is pretty self explanatory," Sidney laughed, looking at the audience, "Keep a firm grip, push her just enough so she stumbles, then catch her and haul her back."
Sidney pulled the panties a few inches higher and enjoyed the soft moan that escaped Maeve's lips. Then she shoved her forward, catching her right before she fell, pulling her back by her undies.
All Maeve wanted that night was to catch someone's attention. Anyone that loved what she loved, and now she had it. She had given a hard wedgie but now she was being thrown around by her underwear, underwear that was not showing any sign of tearing despite being drilled into her.
She caught Sidney's smile behind her, confident and dominant, her arms full of fabric, her hair nice and smooth while Maeve's own hair was flying wildly around her with each push.
Sidney pushed her forward again. Time slowed down. Maeve took in every detail. The crowd, laughing at her and cheering Sidney on. The soft lights of the room, the beer pong table and the paddles on the floor, the fan lazily spinning in the kitchen.
After a couple more yo-yos, Sidney pulled Maeve close, bringing her pink waistband to the back of her neck.
"What now princess?" Sidney whispered in her ear. Maeve shivered. An atomic would be wonderful, Sidney was a goddess, but she had a wilder idea.
"Anyone else?" Maeve looked out at the audience, out of breath, trying not to drool. She thought it was a long shot, what were the odds that another wedgie-lover was out there, but when would she ever have a chance like this.