Starting from Scratch Ep. 073: URINE IDIOT

P.E...Horton-Dexter High School...shortly after lunch.

"This feels so weird having PE so late. It's harder than I thought being Dakota."

Sable McKellen shuffled downstairs toward the locker room in a hurry to change into her gym clothes. Girls all about Sable were dodging her in order to race inside and get dressed. Expecting Coach Ruth to blare her replacement whistle to call her girls up into the gymnasium meant catching hell if late. Realizing something upon entering the girls shower room Sable hesitated and bit her lip.

"I don't know Dakota's gym locker combination. Her other locker was easy but she didn't tell me this one. Better ask so nobody looks at me funny." Pulling out her cell realizing it was shut off she dropped her jaw.

"How did that happen?"

Quickly reactivating it she goes to her text windows and discovers Dakota's early warning to shut her cell off before their Dad could catch them in a lie, should he call. It was a smart catch but, how was it that her cell was already off?

"Weird again."

Texting Dakota ended without reply which meant Sable knew she had to wing it. Trying to be sneaky about it she just went to her own locker and changed into her outfit. Of course, eyes began to immediately connect dots.

"Hey! I thought you went back home?" Their friend Sandy Martin sat down next to Sable thinking her to be Dakota, but pointed with a confused look, her eyes moving from Dakota's locker to Sable's. "Why are you in Sable's locker?" Easy fix!

"I forgot I took my uniform home to wash it. I told Sable I was going to borrow hers. Gross I know but I didn't want to have to explain to Coach Ruth."

"Gotcha! I didn't get a chance to see Sable before she left, how did her dental appointment go?"

"Good! Her teeth look just like mine now. She has to wear a retainer for awhile though."

"Awesome! She is coming to the game tonight, right? I can see them then. Both of you side by side I bet you could be..." Sandy froze as if suspecting a crazy switcheroo as Sable stripped down, but just shrugged off her second guessing that this might really be Sable. Surely not after, "Did you really show Mister Dundee your ass in Science?" She knew that was not a Sable thing to do, she had to be Dakota.

"That got around fast."

She looked slightly pale, hoping Sandy hadn't heard of what Angus did to her so insanely in front of Dakota's locker. Sable herself was still processing how she could have let him lick her asshole in front of other students. Even more troubling was that the boy she really liked Travis witnessed it thinking she was Dakota. What a fucked up situation. Sadly, she liked it. Travis would never know...right? She hated hurting him but Angus was just too tempting. Being Dakota was the best thing to happen to her in awhile. Well, save for getting her braces out.

"Those butt zipper jeans are crazy. I'm surprised Mister Manley hasn't seen them and made you go change."

"Lucky I guess. I did run into him earlier but I was sitting down so he only saw my opened cleavage."

"That shirt is cool too." Sandy watched Sable hang it up with her now folded jeans. Being nude so early in class also made Sandy presume this really was Dakota. Sable would be way too shy to go without at least panties. Bra maybe, panties never. "You're one big zipper today." She giggled.

"I know right? The boys can't stop looking at me."

"Angus?" Sandy smirked, "I know about this morning after you first got to school. He unzipped you then too. You're crazy Dakota."

"Crazy in love I think." Sable/ Dakota beamed back.

"Did you French with him?"

"Twice...kind of." Sable left it at that. His tongue was pretty awesome be it in her mouth or elsewhere. She wasn't going to say anything more. "We better get upstairs." Sable sat tying her tennis shoes. It was then that Sandy noted the Nikes. "You're wearing Sable's shoes too?"

"No need to open my locker when hers are the same size as mine. All in one stop shop." Sable was getting good at bluffing.

"I guess, but Ewww! I could never wear someone else's shoes."

"They're the same as mine Silly. We shop together and coordinate a lot. Ready!" She hops upright and puts her hands on her hips like Supergirl. "Let's play volleyball." Dakota was the volleyball player of the sisters even though she quit the team just before budget cuts killed it anyway. Sable being klutzy was her only downfall should it arise.

"I can't believe Andi is going to join the cheerleaders too. Counsellor Cherry talked her into wearing a shirt. New uniform she calls it. Miss Cherry is crazy."

"You have no idea. The things I've seen!" Sable giggled, "I just hope my sister copes with cheering." Confidence was brewing the more she used Dakota's persona to defend Sable's own hopes. Strange how things like this switch was effecting the girls. "Are you going to wear a new shirt too?"

"Nooo! I'm not that outgoing. My hips are too chunky." Sandy gets up and slaps her own ass with both hands. "Drum roll please."

"Your ass is not chunky...it has character."

"Uh huh! Let's hit it." Sandy takes the lead, Sable following her slapped Sandy on the butt just to be goofy.

"I hit it...Jigglypuff!"

"Wench!"

********

"Welcome back Travis."

"Good to be back Miss Mahkarti."

Travis Herbert was navigating his return to Horton-Dexter for a second time away in a month quite securely. Confident he was never going to be bullied again he smiled and literally bowed before his Sociology teacher Chandra Mahkarti, of Indian lineage yet quite Americanized in her behavior. In bowing the young woman grinned sheepishly at his respect and offered a curtsey in return.

"You honor me Travis. Take your seat." Chandra waved him toward her classroom. "And, call me Chandra." Being new to Horton-Dexter the Hindi beauty of 5'6, lithe proportions, and gorgeous almost golden brown eyes wanted her students to achieve informality, although some like Travis instilled a sense of need to be courteous. She tried her best but hardly held it against them.

"Quit flirting with her Perbert she's too hot for a freak like you." A boy next to his desk sneered, "She's not into bondage either. So no tying you to the bleachers and pawing you up like Sable McKellen did."

"Fuck off Pryor."

"You fuck off you piss ant. You got what was coming to you."

"Oh really? Were you one of the guys that hijacked me?" He had a hunch Neo Pryor's disgruntled reaction toward him made it possible that he had his first lead into who had humiliated him at the beginning of the week.

"What if I was freak? What are you gonna do about it if I did? Which I wasn't."

"No talking please." Chandra sensed conflict and came to the aid of Travis. Neo changing tactics put the blame on Herbert.

"He's offering to do my homework for twenty bucks. Fuck off Perbert I'm not interested." Travis stared at him with a mental reaction of, "You're really going there?" Chandra luckily knew better, her empathic nature decoding emotions quite easily.

"Remain quiet Neo. Travis? Please take another seat." Acknowledging her Travis grabbed his book bag and moved across the classroom to the next vacant seat. This was resting next to Dakota and Sable's friend Andrea Beckett. Andi while no friend to Travis knew that Sable liked him so at minimal smiled.

"Douche!" Travis mumbled casting a thumb toward Neo. Andi nodded in agreement.

"Have you seen Sable without her braces yet?" Andi dared to write on her notebook in order to avoid talking aloud and disrupting class any further while Chandra discussed Diversity. Settling in with his own notebook and pen Travis wrote back.

"Not yet! She left school before I caught up with her."

"I bet she's crazy happy now."

"Because she has me as a boyfriend." He showed her then shared a cheesy grin. Andi rolled her eyes and shook her head. His ego was off the charts since he and Sable got closer. From hot water to boiling point a kick to his chair redirected him to the boy sitting behind Travis. Leering back the kid sneered and whispered, "Knox isn't done with you Perbert."

"KNOX?" Trav blurted then grit his teeth as Chandra paused in her speech to peer his way. His sudden panic added, "Errrr?" nervously.

"He's back here bragging about your knockers Miss Mahcarti." The boy fanned the flames aiming to get Travis in trouble.

"No I wasn't."

Travis put his palms up defensively but found his fingers curling without even knowing his own motor response. Andrea lowered her gaze not wanting to be any part of this and making people think she was friends with Travis the pervert.

"See? He's squeezing your knockers."

"ENOUGH! Not another word from any of you. Pay attention please." Her knockers were pretty nice at a firm 36C, although rarely seen outside of her tight fitting shirts.

"No more vulgarities."

At 28, she was in her prime of beauty. Long raven black hair complimented her smoky flesh tone. If a fan were blowing her silky tress she would be the fantasy of many. However, her straight forward personality often redirected the hopes of many.

Sadly, Andrea Beckett couldn't resist laughing at his misfortune. He was appearing guilty. Travis just gave up and sank into his seat. Another kick to his chair by Dillon Kirkpatrick set Travis off as he loses his temper and jumps to his feet bearing a fist, "I'm gonna fuck you..."

"TRAVIS!" Chandra halted him with a stern roadblock.

"...Miss Mahcarti."

"Whoa! I heard him just say I'm gonna fuck you Miss Mahcarti." Dillon feigned shock. Chandra blushed at the remark knowing well it was not dictated as such but manipulated. Students began laughing at their expense, mainly Travis, but Chandra was now the brunt of this jest.

"Travis?" Chandra closed her eyes briefly to breath, "Take yet another seat please."

Andrea actually felt bad for Travis, watching him collect his notebook, pen, and bag for a second time and moving toward the back of the class dead center. Hearing Neo mumble, "Pussy!" only made Travis angrier.

"I'll show you a pussy."

More laughter followed his anger as students reacted along with Neo's arrogant admission of, "I knew he didn't have a dick."

Travis was turning pale from embarrassment, growling under his breath he let it be known, "YOU FUCKHEADS KNOW I HAVE A DICK. IT WENT VIRAL!" There was no stopping the riotous laughter now. Andrea Beckett pouted at his only making things worse. More for Sable's sake than his to be honest.

Startled Chandra pinched the bridge of her nose under stress, she hated conflict. Taking a stroll amongst her students she stopped in front of Neo Pryor and stared at him without blinking. She was hardly intimidating but she tried.

"Not my fault the pervert's talking about your pussy." That made Chandra point toward the classroom door.

"OUT OF MY CLASSROOM." She then redirected to Dillon Kirkpatrick, "YOU MAY JOIN HIM. TAKE THIS TO PRINCIPAL MANLEY!"

"He needs to go too then." Dillon looks to Travis. Trav bulged his eyes with a plea of please don't make me in his eyes. Chandra being a good judge of character overlooked Travis knowing he had been through hell this week. "I'm not budging unless he does."

"Fine!" Chandra winced slightly, "Travis?"

"Please..." He tilted his head fearing the worst.

"You will visit the Counsellor. Neo and Dillon? You will leave first and go directly to the Principal's office. If I learn you have deviated from your destination I will see that you are removed from my class. Five minute head start, the two of you may go."

"FUCK!" Neo seemed disgruntled looking at Chandra with a hint of hatred. Diversity was not going over so well as a topic of study today. Leaving his seat in a mad huff Neo, joined by an equally perturbed Dillon took their leave. Travis dropping his head into his arms on the desk mumbled, "Why me?"

"I'm sorry this is happening to you Travis." Chandra knelt beside him and patted his arm, "Speak with Counsellor Cherry and tell her what is going on. I am certain she will be of service."

"This is a fucking nightmare." Travis mumbled. A puffy lip from Chandra agreed with him.

"I am here for you Travis. Start with the Counsellor."

"Thanks." Trouble lending trouble Travis just had to look down at Chandra's legs in her knelt angle, her dress while not nearly as short as anything Piper Cherry or Josie McKellen was getting away with was showing a healthy dose of beautiful legs. realizing he was looking she wanted to frown but timidly grinned instead. She was often feeling neglected being an introvert.

"You may go now. I will check with the Counsellor after class is over."

"Right!" As she stood up turning away, her eyes flared. It was nice to be noticed, something new in her traditionally normal upbringing. Chalking it up to his reputation she overlooked it and enjoyed that tiny moment of introspection.

"Miss Mahcarti?" Spoke up a boy named Hoyt, "Bad timing I know but I need to use the restroom." Waving him out Chandra returned to her desk and awaited both Hoyt and Travis to leave. Hoyt didn't appear aggressive so she wasn't worried. Without looking at anyone Travis stood up and walked out with his head hung low.

"Poor Travis."

At least Andrea was on his side.

For awhile longer at least.

********

"Lunch was so much fun. We need to do things like that more often."

Josie sat at her desk smiling and staring out the window, her younger class reading Moby Dick. Dicks were definitely her favorite topic, even the idea of being harpooned by one was creating stormy seas between her legs. Unable to relate to these particular students the way she could her Senior classes Josie hid herself behind her desk, still finding short breaks to rub her clit and brighten a boring class McKellen style.

"I wonder what Roman is up to? With a game tonight he's been rather distant. I miss my sporty Morty." She dipped a finger inside her pussy just for him. Glancing at her students she knew at least a few of them likely knew what she was prone to do. While the majority of students at Horton-Dexter safeguarded their own, it was a certainty that whispers might be in the wind. Of course, a few eyes found hers and stared back before lowering out of respect.

"This reminds me I need to call Tabitha's parents and see how she's doing. It's going to be a relief not to have to hide from the sole student too young in my 1st. period class, but measles is no joke. I'll make that call after school." She would forget, nice thought though.

"Stop touching yourself." She removed her hand and sat up straight in her swivel chair. Elbows on her desk his fidgeted a bit, her thighs on fire craving her touch just too much to ignore.

"I have to fix this."

Standing up she quietly told her readers, "I'll be back in a bit. Keep up with Ahab." Leaving her class knowing they were one of her less troubling batch she would be safe for ten minutes. Enough time to find a place to rub herself into satisfaction. Out in the hallway she considered just leaning against a wall and frolicking but concluded something else was more important.

"I need to pee anyway."

The tequila was hitting her lower regions finally, "I'll go use the little girls room downstairs. Why this school can't afford a second floor restroom I'll never know. Cheap bastards! Even the third floor has a john...joan...even if Carl has the water turned off up there."

Hurrying down to the first floor she found things quiet, the restroom only twenty feet from the stairwell. Heading inside she found it unoccupied and smiled. "Yay me! I have this place all to myself."

Slipping into a stall toward the back wall she hiked her short skirt up and sat on the toilet. Wanting a better angle she slipped her left heel off and propped her foot up on the dual toilet paper dispensers to give her room to work, stretching as much as her seating allowed, the pee could wait. "Mmmm! Roman should be in here." Her hole, not the ladies room. Thoughts faded in her touch, Josie enjoyed her soft moans in peace.

Not for long!

Hearing the door burst open and shuffling of multiple shoes, along with a muffled voice Josie realized these were not girls. Boys were in the girls room. Eyes flaring she began to consider straightening up but then paused, "Maybe they saw me come in here and want me. Reese? Mmmm!" She relaxed and continued teasing herself, two fingers in and out with a contagious vigor. With only mumbling voices she would just let them come to her. The fantasy was in full force at this point. "Over here boys." She nibbled her lower lip staring at her stall door for movement that didn't come.

Outside in the main area multiple whispers and the sounds of someone gagged made her question things a bit. Unable to conclude her overpowering urge to masturbate she continued. Hearing a stall door two spots over open and a rattle of dividers being nudged by occupancy she paused slightly, fingers still inside her soaked vulva. Concern was there but her response time was not. Ears picking up on a muffled cursing and the drawing down of zippers she puckered her lip. "Someone else is getting the action I should be getting? If that's Piper I'm going to go over there and pull her hair."

The sudden rip of tape being unrolled in fast repetition creased her brow, fingers still sinking in and out in a sloppy soft squishing sound she just listened. "She must be getting tied up. Would Piper let this happen? Surely not!" An indecisive expression led to, "I am talking about Piper Cherry though." Hearing three distinct male voices groaning she fanned herself with her free hand. "She must be giving head. Three young men at once? I'm sooo jealous."

With a whimpering girl like tone halting Josie's submerged fingertips she sat frozen to eavesdrop. Three males were sighing loudly and huffing, "Ohhh yeah! Take that pussy.", followed by a, "This is for Knox." Now that disturbed Josie.

Eyes bulging she sat up straight trying to remain silent. Dropping to her knees in silence Josie peered under the divider to see feet. Piss was dripping on the floor while another obvious male was sitting with his ankles taped together with grey duct tape. Jaw dropping Josie stood up and put her heel back on before barging from her stall.

With her doors disturbance noted the three boys froze and panicked, bolting out of the stall in a blur. Josie recognized them even from behind and knew who to target. The one thing that caught her interest more was a cellphone with it's camera recording. Now was not the time to worry about that.

Stepping to the opened stall Josie peered in and immediately went pale, "Travis?" The boy sat there with tape over his eyes and mouth, pretty much only his nose was uncovered. Pouting at his obvious humiliation she noted his clothing covered in urine from head to toe. "Those sick fuckers." She thought and delicately touched Travis where dry. "I'm here honey. It's Josie. You poor thing. Let me try and untie you."

Just outside the restroom the boys raced into the men's room across the hallway to escape. Their plan to make it look as if that was where they were all along, instead of going to the Principal's office. What they found was an unfamiliar face.

Mace Belmont stood at a urinal taking a leak as they burst in, each boy clamming up at the unexpected occupant. All three boys moved into varying positions to make it look normal, Neo and Hoyt at the other two urinals, and Dillon in a stall.

"Who are you?" Neo leered right not looking directly at Mace, "Never seen you in school before."

"Counsellor Cherry's nephew." Mace nodded, "Name's Mace."

"Your Aunt is fucking hot." Hoyt related his thoughts.

"Try living with her." Mace chuckled.

"I bet. She run around wearing less than what she gets away with here?" Neo grinned.

"Most the time nothing at all." Mace sighs, "You just gotta be there." Shaking off droplets Mace began putting his beast away beneath his sweats. In doing so Neo for some odd reason looked at Mace's dick just before it going into hiding. His first thought before shaking off any queer notice was, "That fucker is packing." While Mace washed his hands Dillon busts up laughing from his stall and relates what was so amusing.