Clarita planted a foot on mine, yanking my stretched briefs higher and higher until they went straight over my head! The waistband was hooked around my nose, giving me a decent whiff of my buttcrack. Not completely unpleasant, but I’d rather not smell it at all.
“And that’s how you give an atomic wedgie!” she cheered, yanking my pants down so she could better admire my behind. Admittedly, it was a little plump. Seems I inherited all of my mom’s cake. “You good, [Anon]?”
“Y-Yeah, sure,” I stammered. If it had been a football captain or someone giving me an atomic, I’d have taken it off in a heartbeat. Yet here I was, allowing Clarita’s cotton hat to remain on my head! “So, wedgies until next summer. Does that include winter break?”
“Why’re you asking, wedgie boy? Is being a wedgie slave at the top of your list to Santa?” She leaned in close and waggled her eyebrows at me, and whatever retort I had got caught in my throat. “I’m kidding, chico, you enjoy the holidays. I’m gonna see if my cousin comes over a and wedgie him for you. Haha and lemme just say, my cousin is actually a challenge. He’s tall, unlike you, he’s athletic, unlike you, he’s basically a Abercrombie and Fitch model, unlike-“
“No need to pile it on,” I mumbled back.
“Hey, don’t worry about it! As long as Clarita’s got you collared, nobody else will come at ya! Now, enjoy the wedgie!”
She meant it as a tease, but she didn’t realize that I did enjoy it!
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