Dawn pretended to be studying as she picked at her salad with no real appetite. Much like a predator, though, she watched her hated enemy shuffle down the line, nearly empty tray in one hand, yammering to her friends about god-knows-what. Very carefully, she picked out each spell she would need to use and the careful order in which to cast them. Her options were almost too many to choose from, but when she saw Tara pass up the desert tray, it became all too obvious what she needed to do.
Tara was wearing a baseball tee and athletic shorts, held up with elastic and drawstring, as far as she could tell. Today we're gonna find out why you're so damn shy, Tara... Dawn thought to herself as she cast a series of spells. One to weaken the band on Tara's shorts. One to take the traction off of her friend's shoes and make them practically frictionless. And one to telekinetically pick up a miniature key lime pie while no one was looking and smack it right into the back of Tara's head. No one saw it happen, but as Dawn planned it must've seemed like her friend standing behind her did it. Rebecca was Tara's equally athletic friend. She was about the same build as her, with a perfectly round, toned ass and firm, perky breasts. She was even dressed similarly in a loose fitting shirt and athletic shorts. Rebecca was far more tanned, however, with lustrous, curly chocolate hair in short pigtails, and an adorably freckled face.
It was perfect. When Tara slowly turned, touching the runny pie on the back of her neck, Rebecca was laughing hysterically with a hand over her mouth. Tara's face was burning red with anger, but it was really just the beginning. Her friend didn't do it, of course, but Tara immediately leaped to conclusions and went to slap Rebecca in reflex, still holding onto her modest little helping of mashed potatoes and gravy balanced atop her tray. Rebecca predictably ducked and tried to dodge, but her feet went out from beneath her without so much as a squeak, causing them to fly up comically before she landed on her ass with a thud. Rebecca's flailing arms shot out, almost missing Tara's waistband. Dawn clucked her tongue and gestured with the telekinesis spell, pushing Tara's hips forward just enough for her friend's hand to hook the now loose elastic waistband. Dawn held her breath and crossed her fingers, not daring to take her eyes off the scene. Thinking at the last minute, she fumbled for her camera phone and pulled it out just in time. She was able to hold it up and snap a photo right as Rebecca hit her ass and yanked Tara's panties and shorts right down to her ankles.
"Yes..!" Dawn hissed beneath her breath, frantically taking photos as most of the students truly started to notice what was going on.
"You bitch!" Tara snapped.
"Tara, what the hell! I didn't-" Rebecca began, still on the ground, hanging onto Tara by her dropped shorts. "Let go!" Tara shrieked.
Just about everyone in the cafeteria had turned by this point to see Tara awkwardly standing, knees together, panicking and unable to decide what to do with her hands. She was mortified, and Dawn finally knew why. A girl like her shouldn't have anything to be ashamed of down there -- sure enough, Tara had a sculpted, perfect ass and athletic thighs atop long legs. The problem was that her bush was totally not groomed... and the whole cafeteria could see it. The athlete struggled, a little panicked, with what to do with her hands, she could barely cover her brassy triangle of pubes with her free hand and still hold her tray in the other. Were she not dumbstruck by the unlikely series of events she might've just calmly set her tray down and attempted to pull up her shorts. Instead turned away from the now hysterically laughing audience to try and deny them the look at her bush. Instead she revealed that great ass of hers, which was as taut as she was humiliated, and presented even more fully when she leaned forward to try and pick up her shorts. Unfortunately for Tara, Rebecca was still hanging onto the panties and trying to use them to pull herself up.
"Nice ass baby! Show us more!" came the first shout.
"Fight!" encouraged another.
"Just kiss her already!" shouted another amongst the din.
Dawn realized inadvertently as Tara struggled with her shorts that the horny boys had actually shouted out some very viable suggestions as to where this should go next...
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