A 'Mostly' Uneventful School Morning

“I wish I could just skip today,” John yawned as he stretched awake. “Ellie and I could snuggle in bed all day not worrying about anything or anyone. I’m sure I’m due a sick day or something.”.

He slumped out of his bed, hands balled up and rubbing his eyes as he blindly made his way over to his closet. His eyes felt like they didn’t want to open but he knew he had to get on with the day, so as he opened his closet, he also **** his eyelids open to see a window in front of him.

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He waved the achievement away before looking in the closet, then realised he had magic clothing that meant he didn’t need to get a uniform or anything out of his closet. He equipped the clothing before doing a slow and lazy spin, thinking of the Ashcroft uniform.

He exited his room, knocked on the bathroom door a couple of times before entering, and splashed some water on his face. He made his way downstairs and headed to the kitchen, where he noticed his mother wasn’t there yet. He turned and saw the bottle of wine on the coffee table and the almost empty knocked over glass.

“I hope she didn’t drink too much,” he worried. Deciding to be the great son he was, he headed upstairs to knock on her bedroom door. When no answer came, he knocked louder. “Hey Mom, you’re going to be late for work at this rate.”

Still no answer. He huffed and opened the door. He was extremely unprepared to see his mother in such a state. She was almost completely naked, save for her panties which were halfway down her legs. Her legs were spread as much as they could be, showing John the dried mess she’d made, not only that but his eyes quickly met her boobs which were rising and falling as she let out cute quiet snores. All the willpower in the universe couldn’t help him now, and he felt his dick hardening painfully in his pants.

Not wanting to get caught walking in on her yet again, he hurriedly backed out of the room and carefully closed the door. Though not before giving in to his animal brain and getting one last look at his sleeping mother.

“The fuck is wrong with me?” he muttered as he headed back downstairs. “I’m just going to pretend that didn’t happen and make some breakfast, maybe smelling bacon and pancakes cooking will wake her up. If that doesn’t work, I’ll knock one last time and then call or text her on my way out.”

Bacon and pancakes were simple enough, and in a flash, there were two plates of them all nicely stacked. He turned the oven to the lowest setting and put his mother’s plate in to keep it warm.

He’d eaten his breakfast in no time and banged on his mother’s door again. “Mom, I’m heading off to school. I left your breakfast in the oven so it won’t get cold,” he called loudly.

There was a grumble from behind the door followed by the sound of movement which told him his job was done. Making his way to the bus stop, he sent a text to make sure she was awake.

< J: Hey did you manage to get out of bed? >

Luckily a reply came almost immediately.

< Mom: Yes sweetie. Why didn’t you wake me earlier? And why did you run off early? >

< J: Oh I tried waking you up, I tried knocking you up like 5 times >

After hitting send, he stopped and covered his face breathing deeply as he realised what he’d written then quickly sent another text. “Get your damn head out of the gutter!” he chastised himself.

< J: I mean I banged on your door and called you a bunch of times. I thought the smell of breakfast might have woken you up but you were out like a log. So I tried one last time before I needed to set off >

< Mom: Well next time try to wake me up harder, I was really looking forward to having breakfast with you before work >

< J: Sorry Mom, I promise we’ll have breakfast tomorrow >

< Mom: Okay, Have a good day at school, I love you xx >

< J: I love you too Mom xx >

He put his phone away and sighed, rubbing his temples as he stood waiting for the bus to come, which seemed to take forever, though in fairness he was extremely early this morning.

When it finally arrived, he got on only to notice Vanessa wasn’t there. ’Did she skip today? Is she skipping because of me, or because of the magic and stuff?’ he pondered as he made his way to the back of the bus.

As he did, Frank kicked his legs hard.

-5HP

The kick was hard enough to take John’s feet out from under him and he hit his head on the step at the back of the bus

-20HP

His head rang a little though it didn’t last long. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Oh, watch out for that step, Newman. Wouldn’t want you to break a leg or a jaw,” Frank goaded.

John partially crawled to his seat, though it was mostly theatrics so as to not aggravate another attack from Frank.

Frank and his buddies laughed at him, all getting in their ape brained insults before ignoring him again. Instead of paying attention to them, John’s thoughts went to Vanessa.

’Okay, so what do I do? I obviously can’t put the belt on her now, so I should text her and say that I don’t feel like it today. Though what if she doesn’t get on the bus again? I could just say I’ll put it back on her when I feel like it, then I could do it at any time I cross paths with her. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do,’ he internally planned.

He pulled his phone out but stopped himself. ’Yeah, that’s a little suspicious. Texting her right when I get on the bus could give her ideas of who’s actually on the other end. I should text her when I get to school, that will work,’ he internally cautioned.

The phone was stored again, and John sat in silence, mostly thinking about what he had to do after school. He needed to visit Ancient Wisdom and hope that he could talk out the late payment. As he was thinking, his ears perked up when one of the girls asked where Vanessa was.

“Oh, uh, she’s running a little late so she’s taking the car today. We tried some BDSM shit the other day, so I bet she’s still recovering from that or something,” Frank boasted loudly.

John wasn’t sure why but a brief wave of anger and jealousy passed over him; the anger passed though he still had some lingering jealousy, or maybe it was possessiveness. Either way, both things vanished when he realised what Vanessa might do to Frank after saying something like that. She was already on his ass when he said stupid shit while she was around, saying that shit while in a crowded bus with plenty of eavesdroppers was gonna get him in a world of hurt.

There were only two possible reasons John could think that Frank would open his mouth like this. The first was that he was a glutton for punishment and enjoyed whatever Vanessa did to him, the second was that he was just that stupid and that his ego was so big that any thoughts of repercussions just didn’t even cross his mind. John wasn’t much of a gambler but he’d pull all his chips on Frank just being a complete moron who’d taken a few too many hits to the head, at least that’s what he hoped.

The idiot did give John an idea though. Once at Ashcroft, he made his way to Literature, which was when he spotted Vanessa in a crowd. He smiled when he saw that she was in her Ashcroft school uniform, quite a rarity as she usually just wore her cheer uniform, though even wearing the school’s uniform, she made sure that her skirt was pulled up an extra inch or two to show off her legs. John managed to blend into a group heading towards her, and as he passed her, he used Theft to swipe her underwear, continuing on to class. He took his seat, and after listening to Mrs Flung drone on for twenty minutes, he pulled out his second phone and sent Vanessa a message.

< J: You decided to skip the bus this morning, I can’t think of any reason why… though it seems rumours may begin spreading. I didn’t think it would be all that amusing to lock you in your favourite metal panties while you were in such limited company but don’t think that I’ve forgotten about you, princess. I might reacquaint you with them eventually but for now, I think you’d be better off going commando, hope you don’t think a spare pair is going to help - G >

John waited a minute before feeling the vibration of the phone.

< V: Ugh sure whatever, like I care. it’s not the first time I’ve spent the day without panties and it likely won’t be the last >

He felt somewhat satisfied with the exchange. ’What did she mean by not the first time, though, like was she just referencing the time’s I’ve taken them? Or has she done it before on her own? I’ve been pinned against lockers by her more times than I can count, has she had me like that while being pantieless? In fact, has she been without underwear while cheerleading? And does that mean she has an exhibitionist streak?’ All of his theory craftings didn’t help him in any way; if anything, he was making his time in literature harder as he sat at half-mast imagining her walking around with the possibility that anyone could be flashed at any time.

John tried and failed to pay attention to class to keep his mind occupied, but luck wasn’t on his side since his teacher was so boring she could put even the most attentive and willing to learn to sleep. In fact, John could spot four or five students currently catching up on sleep.

None of this helped him; his mind wondered more about whether he might have been flashed once or twice if he hadn’t averted his eyes from the bully as often. All this thinking of getting flashed only drew his mind back to the morning and the image of his mother that was seared into his memory. Those thoughts luckily were banished as the bell rang out.

While the rest of the students around him stood and began to exit, John continued to sit while he concentrated, thinking of anything he could that would rid him of his erection. Arriving at the games he’d not played over the past week, he thought, ’Shit, I should probably message the guys telling them somethings came up and it’s unlikely I’ll be back anytime soon…’ He jumped as his teacher tapped his shoulder, and after apologising he quickly exited.

He remembered his next class and sighed. Another art lesson with June was very likely to keep his mind occupied. As he made his way over to the classroom, he pulled his work out of his inventory while no one was looking. Entering the studio he smiled seeing his beautiful teacher.

“Good morning John, how are you?” she sang, flashing him a warm, friendly smile, and crossed her arms to ensure John’s eyes went immediately to her chest.

“I, uhm, I’m fine, thanks, June. How was your weekend?” John’s voice cracked as he placed his work on her desk and she smiled brighter.

“Oh, it was wonderful. Especially Saturday, I had help making the most delicious cream pie,” she cooed while tracing her bottom lip with her thumb. “I think I might have to get them to come back and help me again real soon.”

John’s face blushed as June winked at him. “I uh, y-yeah,” John choked.

June giggled, “Sorry to cut our conversation short, but the class will be starting soon. I’ll make sure to come over and see you when we start, though.”

Once everyone had filtered in and taken their normal seats, June cleared her throat. “Okay everyone, since Friday’s lesson was quite focused, we’re going to have a slightly more relaxed time today, especially since it’s Monday morning. So feel free to spend the lesson how you’d like, maybe try out one of the other mediums we have in the storeroom, or research some unusual medium or art styles you could try. You can also feel free to group up if you think that might help, but try not to be too loud, please. I don’t want you all to completely write this lesson off, so you need to hand in what you work on by the end of the lesson. One or two random links to websites you haven’t actually looked at aren’t good enough.”

The rest of the class all murmured as June sat back at her desk and people began moving. John looked around and spotted Alison who seemed to be staring at him. He got the feeling she was about to look away and pretend she wasn’t looking but instead she gave him a crooked smile with a blush and a small wave. Her expression and attention vanished as two girls sat down at her desk and began talking to her.

John smiled to himself. He leaned back in his chair to think about what he’d spend his next hour of class on when he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out and his heart sank as he read the message.

< V: Meet me in the girl’s locker room in the old wing after class. We need to have a little chat. >

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