Pollyana smoothed the green and blue plaid skirt over her creamy long thighs. It was getting terribly short for her, as she had gotten taller over the summer. Her mother made the comment about getting her new uniform skirts for the school year, but she hoped that it would be awhile before she did, as Polly liked how grown up and sexy the short plaid skirts made her look. She noticed work men in the street eyeing her as she walked by on her way to the bus stop that morning. It sent a thrill through her body, making her nipples taught with desire. Even the bump and rumble of the bus seat underneath her was making her tingle on the way to school.
She was met at school by her best friend, Nancy. Nancy's eyes grew wide when she saw Polly step off the bus. Gone was the short, chubby girl with pimples and glasses from the previous year, replaced instead by a tall, slender girl in a too small uniform, her peaches and cream skin clear, glasses replaced by contacts and her shiny blonde hair scraped back into long pigtails. Nancy shifted uncomfortably, as Polly spotted her and smiled, running over to give her less attractive friend a big hug. Polly gasped and stepped back from Nancy, noticing the flush that crept up her friend's neck, and amazed at the pleasurable shock that ran through her as her breasts crushed against her friend. She was confused by this for a moment, but dismissed it as an overly high libido due to her budding sexuality. She was definitely noticing the boys walking by noticing her, so she flipped back her hair and held her back straight as she strode into the old school building.
Polly stopped at the office, getting her class schedule and locker assignment. Finding her locker, she opened it to put her book bag into it. She felt a pop and heard a plink as she lost a button off of her blouse. She looked around for the button, to no avail. Returning to the office to get a safety pin, she slipped into the bathroom to repair her blouse enough to attend class.
Setting down her purse, Polly opened the safety pin to close the gap in her blouse that revealed her chest a bit more than she was comfortable with. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and smiled, thinking about how the ugly duckling definitely turned into the swan over the summer break. After repairing her blouse, she fluffed out her hair, applied a bit of lip gloss and picked up her purse to return to class.
That is when she heard the sound.
It was kind of a shuffling sound with a giggle. Thinking that someone had slipped into the bathroom for some fun, Polly's curiosity got the best of her and she moved to get a peek of the actions going on. The noises got louder as she approached the last stall, but all she could see was a strange light coming out from underneath the stall door. Without thinking, she opened the stall door, there was a bright flash of light, and all of a sudden she was falling.
As she landed, she heard a scream. Disoriented, she sat up and tried to clear her head. Looking up, she saw a woman, wide eyed and screaming, pointing at her and speaking a language she was not familiar with. The woman was dressed strange, in a toga, and there was a broken pitcher at her feet, the liquid it contained staining the surrounding dirt dark with moisture. A crowd was gathering, all staring and pointing at Polly. Gathering herself up, she panicked and ran. The crowd spread for her, allowing her through, shock and amazement painted across their faces. Everywhere she turned, she scared someone. She knew it was her golden hair, as everyone else had dark hair, she also knew it was her clothing, her school uniform very much out of place in this strange land where everyone seemed to have stepped out of the Greek myths she had read.
Finally, she reached a door, and slipped inside to avoid detection while she caught her breath. She heard those shuffling, giggling sounds again, and she turned to see a woman laid back on a table, her legs wrapped around a burly naked man who was thrusting between her thighs hard and fast. His muscular backside clenched and relaxed while he took his pleasure. Fascinated, Polly watched the spectacle for a moment, trying to keep quiet as she inched along the wall, not wanting to interrupt the rendezvous. The couple was so deep in the throes of their passion, they were oblivious to her presence. She watched the man's lips dip towards the woman's throat as his large hands cupped her buttocks, her swollen, golden breasts tipped with coffee coloured nipples heaved against his smooth, well muscled chest. His gruntings became more insistent and the woman began to whimper. At the moment of their climax, the woman's eyes opened and fixed on Polly, they widened and she began to scream, the man began to laugh, mistaking her fright for rapture and only when the woman sat up and tried to scramble out from beneath him, did he turn to see Polly slinking along the wall. Disengaging himself from his lover, his penis still throbbing and engorged, he let out a howl of rage and charged her, yelling in that strange language she did not understand.
Thinking fast, she knocked over a basket of apples in his direction, which he promptly tripped over. She let herself out of another door and took off running again, people giving her way, still shocked by the sudden appearance of this strangely dressed creature in their small village. She ran until she was outside of the town and then she walked awhile, hoping to not meet anyone along the roads. She walked, occasionally resting, until evening. She found an apple orchard, and helped herself to a few apples that she munched for her dinner. As it neared dark, she began to seek shelter for the night.
She wandered around a bit, leaving the road well behind. She saw what looked like a building built on a hill and began making her way towards it, the light from the full moon illuminating her path. She listened to the sounds of the night birds, and the fear that she felt earlier began to leave her. She would get a good night's sleep, and think about how to get home in the morning. She knew her parents would be worried, but then thought perhaps she was already asleep and all of this was an elaborate dream and she would wake up in English class or Biology and be reprimanded for snoozing in class.
