The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)
Chapter 13
Sunday, September 4, 1994
To say it was a somber trip back to school would have been a massive understatement.
They had had an amazing summer together. Every day they shared activities and every night they'd shared a bed, so the months together had made them extremely close. At that point Jessica knew, with every ounce of her being, that she loved Marla. She adored her as a person and admired her strength, wisdom and intelligence, almost to the point of worship.
Finally she had someone she could trust, someone she could rely on and confide in. That was exactly what she'd done for months, but those days and nights had passed by too quickly. Every high has its comedown, and Jessica was having to come down hard. As she'd promised to Marla in the spring she was going to go back to school and finish what she'd started. Tonight was the night she returned to her dormitory.
This time she would be strong. This time she wouldn't let the other girls, so jealously malicious and catty, stop her from attending and passing her classes. She had Marla as her role model, an inspirational figure of unshakeable strength, whom she would still be able to spend all of her weekends with.
Promise or not though, she wasn't really seeing the point in returning. It was a matter of months until she would turn nineteen, and it was her third shot at her eleventh grade. Sure, with all that she had gained she could easily pass the grade, but what was the point? What was the point when she saw herself spending the rest of her life with Marla, who could easily provide for her with or without that all-important high school diploma? But then, maybe Marla wasn't making those sorts of plans. She might not have figured they would be together for so long, so Jessica didn't mention it for fear of introducing tension into their relationship.
It was a quiet late night drive. There was nothing to say, nothing that Marla ought to hear. Jessica had made a promise, so she was going to have to do this.
They pulled up to her dormitory and popped the trunk, then proceeded to unload a couple things into her room. Jessica could see a few heads peeking through lit windows at their activity.
Great, now they've seen who I was with all summer.
"Alright darling. All loaded in," Marla said as they set down the last suit case in her room. "Now make sure you get a good night's rest for tomorrow."
Jessica nodded, and her gaze fell to the floor as a tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't want to be there, not after all they had experienced together.
"Oh... don't worry baby, it'll be fine," Marla said as she stepped closer to comfort her with a hug. "And I'll be here to pick you up on Friday anyway. That's not too long from now, is it?"
Her room mate, a heavyset girl of mixed descent, was present and making no effort to hide the fact that she was watching as she sat on her own bed. Jessica blushed self consciously at the show of emotion.
"No, it's not too long. I'll be fine..."
"Good. Call me if you need me, okay darling? Bye."
"Goodbye Marla."
When the door shut she plopped down on her bed, hanging her head sadly.
"So who was that? You have some kind of girlfriend now?" her room mate asked.
Jessica didn't reply. Jada wasn't the worst of the girls at school, but they weren't friends in any way.
"Huh, guess so. Does that make you some kind of dyke?"
Jessica kept ignoring her.
"Or maybe just a gold digger. I saw that car she drove, damn! You fucking her for her money?"
Jessica huffed, already fed up. "Shut up Jada," she said coolly, crossing her arms and looking away.
Her plump room mate guffawed. "Wow, well now I know what you've been doing all summer!"
Jessica barged out of her room to look for some place more private. Her third shot at eleventh grade was off to a great start.
***
Having finally willed herself to get up, Jessica rolled out of bed. She knew full well that she was going to be late for her first class. That night she was unable to sleep, having grown very used to having Marla's warm body next to her and her luxurious bedsheets sheets against her. She must have hit the snooze button four or five times.
At least she had the room to herself. Getting to her feet she stretched, then slipped out of the oversized t-shirt she used as pyjamas, tossing it onto her bed.
Time to put on her school uniform. One foot into her knee-high grey socks, then the other. Then her bra, a big plain white one she'd bought recently that fit her comfortably. Next was her dress shirt. She slipped her arms into the short sleeves and began to button, starting at her neck. As she made her way down, something was amiss. It was getting awfully tight! With her shirt fully done up, her breasts were pressed very uncomfortably against her, and the buttons around her chest were stressing under the tension. Staring down at her bosom, she cupped those round oversized orbs in disbelief. That shirt fit her fine in May, but now it was struggling to hold on to her!
Could they have gotten bigger over the summer? She ran her hands around the curve of her breasts, and could feel that that may have indeed been the case - there was a good deal more volume to be found in those bouncy beauties than there was when she last put on that shirt. Shouldn't she, going on nineteen years, have been done growing? At that rate she was going to have to wear a shirt as big as Jada's. "Oh... this is really weird," she muttered as she wrapped her grey pleated skirt around her hips and tucked the dress shirt into it. She grabbed her heavy stack of books and made her way to the school building.
***
A feeling of dread washed over her as she entered.
This place... god, I don't want to be here at all.
With classes having already begun, the halls were empty, except for one group of girls who patrolled the area slowly. They were led by a short asian girl, probably no older than fifteen, who proudly bore the cardboard placard of 'hall monitor' on a string around her neck. The girls that trailed behind her were late for their own classes and had to walk with her for fifteen to twenty minutes until the teachers opened their classroom doors.
"Aha," the tiny girl barked. "Another late comer! You're coming with us."
Jessica leered at the runty little thing, almost a foot shorter than her.
God, I have gotten too old for this.
