School Girls' Stories - Year 2

A/N: If you have already read Chapter 6, please go back. I added a bit to the ending. I didn\'t change anything else, just added a few more paragraphs to the ending, that might not be imperative, but I think add something to the story and might help it a bit later on.


Chapter 7 – Labor Pains

Yuki sat in class daydreaming. Two weeks into the school year and she was already bored with this teacher. She was anxious for Shai to join her, but she knew it would not be for six weeks after she gave birth, but I would still give her someone to smile at in class, to share secret thoughts with. Instead, she was alone in a class of mostly girls who gave her sneering looks of dislike because she was dating a rock star, and they were dating normal guys. Shinwa went to class and she did not see him again until after school, where he was often surrounded by women. He would see her and instantly walk away from them to go join his girlfriend, but Yuki could see the look of loving the spotlight in his eyes.

Devilin had not said a word to her, or even acknowledged he knew who she was, which was fine with her, that is the way life should be. Someone like that needn’t come too close to a girl who would… give him a firm talking to? Okay, so Yuki could not threaten, abuse, or even swear at him the way she would like to, but she would still stick up for her friend if she had to.

Yuki sat in class, continuing to daydream, when a small ringing noise was heard from her backpack. The teacher continued, not noticing the distraction, though several students turned to look towards her. The ringing continued, almost incessantly. It wanted attention.

Yuki looked to her backpack, debating how to grab her cell phone while being unnoticed. She knew it was impossible, all of the class was now staring at her, staring at her backpack, though the teacher was not paying any attention to his class while he continued to lecture.

Shai’s having her baby, was all Yuki could think. That had to be why she was being called. It was the only thing she could think of. Yuki decided not even to try to go for her phone. She raised her hand and called softly, “Teacher.”

The teacher turned in the middle of his lecture, looking at Yuki with dull eyes. “Yes, Oshidori,” he said with a slightly perturbed tone of voice.

“Teacher, may I go to the nurse’s office?” she asked desperately. “My stomach is starting to both me.”

“Go ahead,” he said, turning away and paying no more attention to the girl.

Yuki began to gather her things and stand, but one girl, the blonde that Shinwa had been watching on their first day of class, raised her hand and said, “Teacher, she’s leaving because her cell phone is ringing, she’s lying to you teacher.”

The teacher turned back once more and Yuki wanted to spit and curse the girl to high hell and back and then to the volcanoes. Oh, she highly disliked this girl already. “Is this true, Oshidori?”

Yuki hated lying, but, “No sir,” she denied. “I am feeling very ill. What Hanasaki must have thought she heard was my watch which I left in my bag. I really do feel quite ill.”

“Then do not delay,” and once more he turned away.

Hanasaki Keiko gave Yuki and evil look, and Yuki made sure to kick Keiko’s chair a bit as she walked passed, then she went into the hallway and hurried into her backpack as she walked in the opposite direction of the nurse’s office. She pulled out her cell phone and there it was in a bold text message: Yuki, Shai having contractions, be at hospital – Kyoei.

Oooo, Kyoei was with her. He must have been ditching school, the naughty boy. Yuki ran up the stairs to the third floor and began to make her way towards Shinwa’s classroom. She walked up to the window of his classroom and wondered how to get his attention. She decided to just be blunt. She pulled a piece of paper out of one of her notebooks and found her fattest marker, which unfortunately was a very feminine shade of pink, but she had to make it big. She wrote: Shy Baby. She slapped the piece of paper against the window into the classroom and hoped someone would notice.

Apparently the whole class noticed. She heard many chairs squeaking and shifting and the sliding doors open to the classroom. Luckily for Yuki Shinwa was the first one out of the classroom. “Shai’s having her baby,” she hissed at him.

Shinwa nodded and looked back into the classroom as everyone looked out to see who was standing there. Girls rolled their eyes while guys slapped Shinwa on the back, wondering if they were going to make a baby. He, as always, just shrugged it all off. He turned to the teacher and said, “Yo, my friend is having her baby, gotta run. Be back tomorrow… maybe.” He grabbed his bag and grabbed Yuki’s hand, and the two of them raced down the stairs and out of the school.

“I can’t believe you just told the teacher that,” Yuki laughed as they ran towards his motorcycle.

Shinwa shrugged and pulled Yuki onto the bike behind him. “No big deal,” he told her, but Yuki knew him well enough by now to know he was not telling her something. If it had been any other day she might have pressured him to talk, but today she only wanted the time to get to her friend.

“I’m going to drive you to the hospital,” he shouted to Yuki over the roar of the engine, “and then I am going to turn around and go to Fuji’s school and get her. She is probably going to have a harder time leaving, even if she got the message on her phone. By then it should be lunch.”

“All right!” Yuki shouted over the wind that blasted in her face. She did not really want him to not be there, but she wanted her friend to be there, and he was right. Shinwa was probably Fuji’s only hope of getting out of school.

~*~

Fuji was beginning to feel like a sexual object. She never knew how highly she would object to it before, until now. Amatsu was growing frustrated with her continued frigid nature. He yelled at her for only having sex with him when she was needing comfort, and he was right. It was the only time that they had sex, and since she had been stabbed it had been never. Her body just did not move the way she wanted to, and she was embarrassed of the scars. Amatsu was making her feel miserable about her misery, and so therefore she felt worse.

This caused Fuji to want to be with her mother. Maybe being near the woman who had made her so naturally frigid would give her confidence, but instead she was always stuck with Devilin. He never said much to her when she visited the Chenbaro-Tennison manor, but he always made it a point to make sure she knew he was staring. He would leer at her breasts, stare at her when he knew she could feel his eyes, and more than one time he had ‘accidentally’ brushed against her breasts.

When she thought going to a private school with no boys would give her solace, she was completely wrong. Danko was there, and more aggressive than ever. The rumors were already spreading around the school that Danko and Fuji had a secret affair going on, and Danko did little to smash it. What made Fuji sicker was the amount of girls who would have loved to have been Danko’s secret lover. Granted, Danko was a woman, but these girls rarely ever met any men, and Danko was so close to looking like one it was scary. Even her chest, which had always been more masculine, began to take on the look of pecs instead of breasts.

Danko had yet to touch Fuji inappropriately, but she had hinted at wanting to. Fuji was not sure if this was some elaborate trap to plot revenge against her and get her deported the way she had done to poor Kaori, or if Danko was seriously interested in Fuji. Fuji was the only girl who had ever stuck up to Danko, besides Kaori, and perhaps that was what it took to get Danko going.

Fuji leaned her head over the paper she was supposed to be working on in class and the growing frustration was keeping her distracted. In many ways she enjoyed the attention, her body yearned to be touched. She was young and hormonal like any other girl, she wanted the touch of people’s hands running over her. In another way, she was just like her mom, and she wanted to be frigid, to be without the touch and to just go through life a bit longer without all of these sexual desires.

When Danko’s hand landed on Fuji’s knee she let out a small yelp. The class turned to look at her, and Fuji was grateful that the teacher had left the room while they worked on the papers.

“You look pale,” Danko said, her hand running slowly up Fuji’s leg, pushing the skirt aside, caring little for the looks the other ladies were giving, a look of desire, greed, and jealousy. They wanted Danko’s very masculine hand on their legs, squeezing them, and they were all wishing they were Fuji at that moment. “Paler than normal,” Danko corrected herself, her hand slipping under the skirt and finding the line of Fuji’s panties.

Damn it! Fuji thought to herself. I jinxed myself by thinking she had never touched me inappropriately, and now she was trying to do it in front of the whole class.

Fuji was stumped. She did not know what to do. Stopping it would give the other women attitudes towards her. Whenever they felt Fuji was being cold to her ‘lover’ they all treated her with little respect and yelled at her for being so mean to Danko. If she allowed it to happen the whole class would witness Danko molesting her.

“I’m fine,” Fuji whispered, placing her hand over Danko’s from outside of her skirt, stopping her hand from traveling further upwards, though Danko’s fingers were still brushing the side of Fuji’s pussy. Enough that Fuji felt things that sickened her. “Thank you for worrying, though.” She tried to keep her voice as mutual and calm as possible, though somewhere inside of her her heart was panicking.

Danko leaned forward, giving her enough space to move her hand further up, giving the ladies in the class a glimpse of Fuji’s satin underwear, and the hand that was slinking under them. Danko was stronger and more determined than Fuji, and what she wanted, she could have. She leaned to Fuji’s ear and began to whisper against it, almost looking as if she were kissing Fuji’s ear. “Kaori once told me I was not aggressive enough,” Danko explained to Fuji. “I will show you, however, how aggressive I can be when I want something.” With no warning one of Danko’s thick fingers slid inside of Fuji, pushing so far up that it made Fuji cry out. All eyes were completely on them now, watching. A few girls were actually disgusted, as girls should be in that situation, but most of the class wanted more, they wanted to see what they thought Fuji and Danko did while in private.

“Please stop,” Fuji said quietly, though her body was reacting the opposite way of her thoughts. Danko was slowly running her finger in a circle inside of Fuji, teasing the rarely used body that was growing tight. Danko was enjoying every moment of Fuji’s ‘pain’.

Danko slid her finger out of Fuji’s body, the wetness trailing against Fuji’s leg. She suddenly had a horrible urge for a shower. She shuddered and closed her legs from the view of the girls while Danko went back to her paper. Fuji had never been more grateful to hear a lunch bell in her life when the one rang that day. She began gathering her things and she explained that she was going outside to eat lunch today, away from everyone else, but she did not add the last part.

Fuji had never been so grateful in her life to see Shinwa standing outside of the school, his motorcycle behind him, his smile never fading. He looked towards the school and waved the moment he saw Fuji, who raced towards him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked of him.

“Shai’s at the hospital, she has gone into labor,” Shinwa explained. “I came to be your escort.”

“Shinwa, remember when I told you you had lost your chance to save me?” Shinwa nodded. “I lied, today, you are my savior.”

Fuji did not hesitate to hop onto the back of the motorcycle and rush off with him. She had never been on a motorcycle before, and she was sure her mother would kill her when she found out, but today it was the exhilarating ride she needed, away from the school, away from envious eyes, and away from the lustful thoughts she had left at her desk.