A proper schoolyard spat; someone shows off some pink

“Oh? And you’re gonna protect your girlfriend here? You only have one hand free a--” Olivia said.

She grabbed my free hand a bit too fast, which gave me a huge startle. I ended up shoving her own hand back a little harder than I meant to, partially out of rage, but also from pure instinct.

Olivia did not take kindly to this. Her face flashed surprise, then wild smugness. Next thing I knew, she was shoving my right shoulder, hard, and I was spinning backward off the sidewalk. And into the mud. I tried to catch my balance, but without shoes I had next-to-no traction and I was quickly on the ground.

“Ohmygod, Jill! Are you okay?” Lydia asked, and I felt her hand on my back. My bare back.

“Eugh -- oof” And then I heard the slapping sound of a body hit the mud beside me.

“Oh my god, she really isn’t wearing panties! Guys, check this out!” said a feminine voice behind me, probably one of Olivia’s lackeys.

‘Panties?’ I thought, and then I realized with abject horror that she was talking about me. Olivia’s shove had spun me 180 degrees, leaving me facing me away from the bus lines and teetering way forward. Of course I couldn’t resist the instinct to catch myself, but unfortunately my hands couldn’t find a gram of traction in the muddy streambed.

Let me put it this way: my chin and my ass were both cool, but for very different reasons: the former because it was stuck an inch in the mud, and the latter because it was waving in the air like a flag, facing the (I’m sure) growing mass of students. And I could feel my towel wrapped around my breasts, so I knew I didn’t have any help there either.

I pushed myself up with my arms, careful not to slip again, and sat back on my calves, at this point not particularly caring if they could still see part of my ass. But I did get butterflies from the view I knew I had been giving the crowd. Not only had Olivia managed to strip me naked from the boobs down, she literally had me sticking my ass and pussy out at them while my face was in the mud. I was going to be called a slut, or a pig, or something equally as demeaning for a long, long time. I fought back a wave of tears from that last thought.

Looking over at Lydia, I was glad that she was saved a bit of dignity. She had ended up on her side, facing away from the crowd, and one side of her towel pulled down when she went down. Really, she was just showing a lot of back. On the other hand, she was definitely sobbing slightly. I was going to fucking kill Olivia when I got the chance.

“I’ll be there in a second, Lydia,” I said as I shakily stood up and re-wrapped my towel.

Unsurprisingly, no one was helping either of us up, but it seemed like Olivia was satisfied with the humiliation she already put us through, only throwing a few petty insults at us, which I didn’t have trouble ignoring.

Finding that the patches of grass gave me a bit better traction, I walked over and started helping Lydia up. Unlike me, she still had some modesty to preserve, so we were careful to pull the towel up first.

I also took stock of how dirty we were, and it was not looking good at all. My calves and arms were covered, right down to the tops of my boobs. My chin was covered, my hair was sticky, and there were random splashes all over too, including the towel, which was now heavy and disgusting. Lydia was much the same story, but only on one side. We both got up and tried to ignore our state as best as possible.

“You know you aren’t supposed to show your pussy off at school like you want to get fucked, right Jill? Like, you’re supposed to at least pretend you aren’t that much of a slut,” Olivia said in her sing-songy mocking voice.

I couldn’t even look at her, instead completely focused on getting Lydia and I out of danger. Luckily, at this point I realized the buses had come at some point during the altercation, and the crowd was hesitantly breaking up. The driver of our bus was currently talking to a student, probably wanting to know what our fight was about.

“Whatever Olivia did, she can’t change that we’re at the end of the day. We did it, Lydia,” I said with a sigh that was more about trying to accept what just happened than true relief.

“Yeah, until tomorrow. We have a whole week of this, Jill! How can you come back here and face anybody after Olivia shoved us and…”

“Let’s just get on the bus and talk at home, okay?”

I walked up to the steps of the bus, Lydia behind me. The bus driver was a young-ish man, maybe a young father. He gave me a look (like everyone else today), but seemed to get stuck on my legs for a moment. I fully shuddered as I realized that I had no way of knowing if he saw my pussy too. At the very least, he must have heard the rumors of the students as they piled in.

“Aww come on, you’re covered in it,” he said.

“We got pushed. What do you expect?” I asked.

“Okay, well you’re sitting at the front here so I don’t have to clean all the way back there.”

I supposed that was fair, and Lydia and I took our seats. Olivia wasn’t on this bus, and everyone was looking at us like aliens now, which was fine by me.

I heard a boy in the back talking about a girl who was ‘showing everything… yeah, even that’. He at least could have been a little quieter about it. Well, I was prepared to come to school without a stitch to help Jill, so in the end I really only delayed that by a few hours. At least nobody saw my boobs. Probably.

I considered getting the school admin to punish Olivia for what she did, but she had actually been pretty smart. If she would have just stripped me outright then it would have been sexual ****, ergo very serious. But all she actually did was push us; just a schoolyard spat. Her stupid voice rattled around in my head: ‘It’s not myyy fault she came to school dressed like a slut. Who doesn’t even put on panties in the morning?’

The rest of the ride passed fast enough and Lydia and I strolled off the bus, only leaving a bit of mud behind us.