"Up Lisa's Skirt" by B. Tweenercheeks

It's been almost twenty years but I still remember. My senior year at St. Joe high school. Towards the end of the school year my buddies and I had gone to one of those old fashioned carnivals. I "won" a consolation prize for one of the impossible games of chance that I had played. "They's magic" the gargoyle like old man told me. I opend the little box to find a small peice of wood the size of a pencil with words stamped on it. It said "make a wish, snap in two, soon your wish will come true." Great junk. I threw it in my backpack.

Monday I returned to school. My routine at the end of the school day had become the same as the end of the year approached. The buzzer for eighth period would ring. I'd run all the way for my last period class, religion. The desks were arranged in a giant "U" facing towards the front. Scampering into the classroom, I'd plop my books on the same desk every day. The seat opposite side of the "U" from Lisa Votava's regular seat. My heart thumped as I as I tried to wait nonchalantly for Lisa to arrive. Lisa was the hottest girl in our class. She was different from most girls at St. Joe's. Most of the other girls were, well, nice. Lisa was something out of a Penthouse Magazine. Taller than most girls at 5'9", her high set, cone shaped, jello-like breasts made her look even taller. She'd constantly twist and play with her chocolate brown hair. The flawless white teeth in her confident smile were set off by her dark complexion, which was even dark for a Sicilian. Lisa's piercing brown eyes were shrouded by full, dark eyebrows. She teased with those piercing eyes constantly flashing naughty, knowing glances. Lisa Votava knew how hot she was. She knew her looks intimidated every guy in school. She enjoyed that power.

Just before the start of class, she aloofly strode to her regular seat opposite mine. In her right arm, she held her books taught to her breast. Her uniform skirt flirted with the "detention level," dancing just inches below her ass. Pulling out her chair, she placed her books on the desk and swept both hands under her asss to pull her plaid, pleated skirt under her as she sat down. Having just come from gym class seventh period, Lisa then pulled her dark, sweaty mane back with a barrette. As class went on Lisa gnawed on the end of her pen. Always full of nervous energy, Lisa's foot bounced. While other girls sat "properly" with legs folded at the ankles, Lisa did not. Lisa always sat the same. Upright, shoulders back, and with her knees a foot or so apart. It was heaven.

I'm not sure if Lisa realized that I did this every day or not. At that point I didn't care anymore. I was addicted. As inconspicuously as I could, I dropped my pen. As I pretended to fumble to pick up my pen I stared at the hottest sight that a seventeen year old had seen. Lisa's white tennis shoes and white gym socks made her legs look so tan. Her legs were not the "chicken legs" that so many of the other girls had. Lisa's legs were muscular yet slender. My eyes were drawn up here legs, up her thighs.
The afternoon sunlight baked Lisa's skirt, casting a maroon glow underneath. Straining to see she had wore my favorite: her white cotton panties. As she sat with ferfect posture, I could make out the faint bulge of her seventeen year old cameltoe. My imagination went wild. "How did it smell? What did it taste like? Was she hairy?..."

"Mr. Smith, what are you doing?" Father Mark yelled. The class burst into laughter. "Oh, just trying to pick up my pen." I offered. Looking around for it with no success Father Mark ordered me to find another pen. Opening my backpack I accidentilly grabbed the piece of wood from the carnival. Grabbing it in my hand for a moment I looked back up Lisa's skirt at her crotch. "That is where I want to be" I wished. Bending the stick with my hand it started to crack. "Where is your pen?" Father Mark demanded. I threw the cracked stick back into my backpack and grabbed a pen.

The rest of the year I became more distracted, no, more obsessed with looking up Lisa's skirt. It felt so warm and erotic to imagine what it was like under her skirt.

I soon graduated but never forgot my fetish about Lisa. I went on to college, and then on to law school. I landed a job with a very lucrative practice. After two failed marriages, I was not too happy to receive a notice for my twenty year reunion. It would be embarassing to return and tell everyone that I was a two time loser. However, I soon found myself lost in nostagia. Dragging out my box of high school stuff I had to laugh. None of my old uniforms fit anymore. I pulled up a garbage can and began to throw stuff away. I picked up my old backpack. Reaching in I found the stick. "what the heck" I thought. I read the words imprinted and thought about Lisa. Without thinking, I smiled, broke the stick in half, and threw it away.

Stretching, I thought to myself "whew, I must have dozed off". I got up and had trouble remembering where I was. "Crap, did I pickup someone last night. Where am I?" I did not recognize my surroundings. I was in a huge room with awful plaid carpeting. Walking around, light seemed to be coming from ome end of the room. As I approached the light it seemed as though I was in some sort of cave. Soon I was off the plaid carpet and onto a wood floor. The grain of the wood seemed huge. I looked around. I had no idea where I was. Rubbing my eyes I looked again. Looking up, I stared in erotic amazement. I stood between Lisa's knee's on the edge of her chair. Somehow I had been shrunk to less than an inch tall and transported back in time to my high school days. "What was the last thing I remembered?" The piece of wood "make a wish, snap in two, soon your wish..." I had broken the piece of wood in two.

I looked up again. Lisa still looked 17. I had never seen her look so beautiful. Playfully she gnawed on the end of her pen. I became arroused. The sexy full lips I had longed to kiss engulfed the end of a pen many times my size. As she bit down on her pen I shuttered when i thought about the damage those teeth could do. Her plump breasts peered out at me from her white blouse. Ominously they hung over me. Looking across where I had sat I noticed that my books were there, but I was not. "Where did Mr. Smith go?" father Mark demanded. Everyone began to look around. I had to hide or I might be discovered.

I realized that this existence would not last long. Yet I was finally happy. No, I was thrilled. I never had recognized that I longed to be shrunk.
This would be my dream existence. I turned and ran up Lisa's skirt. Her muscular, tan thighs towered above me on either side. As I made my way further and further in her thighs came closer and closer together. Ripples ran up and down one of her thighs as it appeared Lisa repeatedly flexed. I laughed out loud. She was bouncing her foot.

Finally I arrived at the base of her crotch. The weight of her body caused her rounded cheeks to flatten as she sat. It was very warm. Lisa's cotton panties were soaked with sweat from gym class. The sweat had ripened the smell of her pusssy. "Now what do I do?" I thought. There was only one thing to do. Grabbing the cotton fabric of her panties I pulled at the elastic leg hole. Pulling with all my strength I squezzed in. The warm skin of Lisa's giant ass felt unbelievable. I rubbed my entire body into her asss.
I came better than I had ever in my life.

I think that Lisa began to realize that something was in her panties. Her entire ass shifted as she fidgeted repeatedly. I knew my dream was about to end.

The buzzer rang signalling the end of school. As Lisa stood up I slid down to the crotch of her panties. The cotton panel was cold, wet and stunk like fish. As small as I was, I could feel her movement as she sashayed confidently and seductively down the hall. Soon I was positioned between her snatch and assshole. Dark, thick hair covered both her holes. I waited to hear the telltale sounds a busride. They did not come. Instead it was quiet. Suddenly i heard the metallic clank of a kick stand going up. Without warning Lisa's pusssy pulled open as Lisa swung her leg onto the seat of her ten-speed. Her damp pussy mashed me into her cotton panties. While it did not hurt, I could not breath as her mammoth ass and pussy squished me under the weight of her giantess body. Slowly my senses numbed...

Lisa pedaled home.