"Have you been avoiding me?" Deedee asks.
We make a habit of studying together, or more accurately, she makes a habit of coming to my room.
"No, why?"
"You usually... do things to me. These days you don't even, like, try. We only did it a few times, but ever since that first week you've been kinda off?"
"I'm fine, just... school has me feeling a bit overwhelmed," I sigh.
"Hmm..." She raises an eyebrow. "Did my mother talk to you, did she find out about us?"
"Why would you think that?"
"Because you're acting like you're suddenly afraid of me. Like I'm going to get you in trouble," she surmises.
I genuinely don't know how she noticed that I have been keeping to myself. The truth is I am still banned from pleasuring myself. Deedee just so happens to be a major trigger. Even right now, her cute pyjama shorts, her long straight golden blonde hair and large adorable eyes are making me lose my nerve. She also happens to be quite flexible, often sitting in 'unique' positions. Weird ones at that.
The big trigger is how little nudity bothers her, particularly in my presence. Her nipples are out and I note how they are particularly hard. Something that occurs when she gets near me and helps me with Math. She's surprisingly quite good at it, but that's not really the point.
"I am just trying to slow things down. I really like you Dee, and I don't want us to go too fast. You were like my first real friend when I came to this school. So I don't want to let our personal fun ruin that."
Deedee smiles and comes to hug me. It doesn't help quell the fire in my panties. Her bare nipples press against me, but I don't succumb to her urges.
"Thank you," she says before letting me go.
Ironically putting her shirt back on, suggesting she'd been tempting me with those nipples on purpose. It reminds me of the first time she showed me her bare chest to prove she is actually an adult. Her attempts to get me to falter are cute, and they remind me that she is still quite a kid. Even though she is now more experienced in being a lover.
What is keeping us apart is her mother, but for different reasons. I have made no progress with Miss Briggs list, for one. She has made it abundantly clear that I am not to orgasm until I have seduced them. Specifically, until I dip my toy in the pussy of one of the girls on the list and made them cum on it. She's later specified that those are the terms and I have to follow. The main reason I am going along with this is my fear that she'll tell my father that I am not cut out to be here. It feels as though if that hunk is my father, Miss Briggs is sort of my mother. I am already attached to the school, my friends, my mistresses and especially Deedee.
We have a strange relationship but her upbeat energy is a breath of fresh air, and we often have really fun conversations. Conversations that I didn't expect us to have. She has an almost childlike innocence about her, yet at the same time makes constant naughty references to what we did at Harriet's house.
In any case, the list has a total of seven names. Each has an ongoing rivalry with Deedee or a past grudge with Miss Briggs. So in a way, I am also taking revenge on her behalf. Deedee doesn't know about this nor is she to be told. I don't know how I can keep pretending that all my extra homework is not from the teachers but me digging up dirt on the girls I am supposed to seduce.
The next day
"Miss Mitchell, please take your feet off the table?" The elderly home economics teacher groans. Glaring at the disobedient girl with her boots on the desk, leaning back against her chair.
Home economics is a class I am taking because I can't cook nor do basic housework. Perhaps that's what led to me being punished at the hands of Mrs Higginbottom when she abruptly interrupted my shower. The unfortunate reality is this class is seen as an 'Easy A' class. The teacher, an older woman in her late eighties, doesn't have it in her anymore to be stern. She also passes everyone if they show up, sometimes even if they don't. This means most of the people here aren't even paying attention.
Kara is the girl she is referring to. The little I know about her is that she's a troublemaker. She's not on my list, but there's a clear noticeability that she's supposed to be. Her aesthetic, that of a goth/tomboy with a clear disrespect for the rules. From the black shiny boots she has planted on her desk. The loud bubblegum she's chewing, the denim biker shorts and black metallica T-shirt.
I don't have much to say on her face primarily because I can't see it, but her hair is black with blue highlights. It's straight and just touches her shoulders. It's quite the statement and to be honest, her entire personality is quite the statement. Much of those owing to her completely ignoring the teacher's request and continuing to fiddle with her smartphone.
The teacher sighs and continues the lesson which ends not long after. We all disperse but I can't help but think about Kara. How can she be the person she is and how on earth did she not make the list. I already know Miss Briggs is just making me do some of her disciplinary work, so how does Kara get away with her attitude?
During lunch at the cafeteria I ask my friends about Kara, they all have the same conclusions. A troublemaker who somehow gets away with everything. They do claim that she's been less and less problematic these last few months. Then make assertions that something has changed, her rebellious nature has wavered from how she started out. As we get deeper into our own personal stories, a group of girls come by. They grab our attention, and how can they not. This school doesn't have clicks, that's far too outdated to be how the social structure works here. People meander between friend groups a lot.
Yet there's a name for the girls walking our way, I call them preppies. The teacher's pride and joys. The scholastic and club leaders of the school who of course have made this cute little girls club of theirs. One where they undermine anyone with an average GPA. I know three of them, mainly because two are on the list. Maddie Rogers, Olivia Mendez and Fiona Bradley.
They pass us, Fiona giving me an audible scoff as she passes by. I am more than acquainted with Fiona and her uptight behavior is still a point of contention in our acquaintance. Outside the presence of our mistresses, she shows me incredible more disdain. I'd have returned with my own scowl if not for my focus being the fourth girl. An exotic, chocolate bombshell. I don't recognise her and she piques my curiosity mostly because she's stunning.
"Who's that?" I ask Harriet, pointing towards her.
Harriet squints her eyes then frowns once she makes out who I mean.
"Umm, Rachel... Henson, you know her?"
"No, I am just wishing I did," I admit.
