We Went Back To School?

It's the end of school holidays, as September arrives from August, the students prepare for their new educational semester as a brand new day pours it light rays through the window curtains fluttering in the open air.
Opening her eyes to the morning light, Misha starts the school term by waking up, stretching her arms after sitting up sleepily. Slowly, in her cutesy pyjamas, she makes her way down for breakfast after washing her face to then see her mother cooking a baked breakfast, the smell of well-cooked food filling the kitchen with a motherly love.
Misha takes a seat at the dining table, pouring herself a fruit drink.
“Good morning mum,” Misha says slightly sleepy.
Georgina looks over at Misha from the stove, “Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?”
Still feeling drowsily, she casually responds, “Yes, I slept wonderfully, thank-you.”
Finishing the cooking, laying the food on the plates to serve, Georgine serves the breakfast fresh and hot, before rubbing Misha’s shoulders with tender care.
“Enjoy sweetie, you need a filling meal before your first day at school,” Georgina softly says, returning to the kitchen top to finish the preparation of Misha's school meal she was putting together.
The mother finishes the lunch box, before then packing it away into Misha's bag to be able to enjoy a meal together, the two chatting about the wishful hopes at school. After breakfast, Misha heads into the bathroom to freshen up, before getting dressed into her uniform, checking herself in the mirror as she spins around, with a colour-matching setup of socks and underwear, to see all angles before bashfully concluding, ‘I’m looking way too cute; It’s illegal.’
Coming down the stairs, picking up her bag as she slips on her school shoes, Georgina kisses Misha's cheek with a hug, before letting her head to school.

“Enjoy your time at school and take care,” Georgina wishes to Misha as she disappears from view after a cutesy wave goodbye.

Exactly like a repeat in circumstances, Hannah gets ready for school just like Misha; waking up sleepily, stretching her arms in her PJ's, thinking of washing her face to sober up from a goodnight's sleep.
‘Ah… a brand-new day to enjoy returning to school… wait. I’m going back to school again…? Now that’s not a fun situation to find oneself in…,' Hannah thinks with arms crossed before her bladder interrupts her thought process, 'Oh, I need to pee, so I’ll at least deal with this shit once I’m sorted.’
Hannah then makes her way down for breakfast after washing her face and toilet business, to then greet her mother for breakfast as she descends the staircase, sleepily.
As she reaches the bottom step, Victoria hugs Hannah with a lively embrace, “Mmm, good morning, cutie-pie. Hope you slept well.”
Then, due to Hannah’s mums’ love filling her with an awakening of happiness, it washes all the sleepiness away.
Enjoying the embrace, Hannah blushingly smiles, “Morning’. I slept wonderfully…”
Hannah cheekily thinks to herself in the moment, ‘Ah… She’s so soft and warm to cuddle. Especially… with those huge bahongalogonkas pressing on me. A boy's dream!’
Blushing with happiness, her mum kisses her cheek before guiding her to the table, as a fresh breakfast awaits her upon the table top.
“Enjoy, since a growing girl needs the best meals to fully mature,” Victoria says as she winks at Hannah.
Reacting to the comment, knowing that her mum just wanted to show off her cooking and be praised, Hannah responds back in kind, “Yeah, thanks for the meal, mum. I also hope to grow and have a bombastic body, just like you.”
Hannah teases as she accentuates the chest before grabbing the knife and fork to dig into the meal, until Victoria teases back with a gravure pose, “Hehe, well. You know that in time, you’ll be just as mature as me,” bouncing her chest, as Hannah looks on with a stare of jealousy. Giggling to herself, Victoria walks over to poke Hannah’s nose playfully to indicate that she should accept the light-hearted, temporary difference to just get back to eating her breakfast before it gets cold. That's an insult to mother's cooking, after all.
As breakfast is done, Hannah then makes her way upstairs to get into her uniform after brushing her teeth, still jealous from before, checking herself in the mirror. Still, with the images of her mum's body comparison to hers getting on her nerves, she then pushes her breasts together comically, with annoyance.
“Get bigger! Get bigger, dammit! Breastah-cadavra!”
She pouts at the failed attempt, before coming downstairs to put on her shoes and head to school. Her mother cleans the blazer by wiping off any dust or dirt, before expressing a motherly smile with a loving pride, “That’s my daughter. You make me so proud.”
This makes Hannah smile back, responding to the affection, “Love ya too mum. See you later.”
The street filled with students of the same school, seemingly making friends as they walk, Hannah waves goodbye as she merges into the streams of students heading to the new adventure; the school she'll be attending.

As both girls make their way to school, Misha stops by a shop after seeing a cute, grey-haired first year student in the store, until her phone buzzes with a message.

Hannah Text - “I’m near the school. Wanna meet at the front?”

Misha Text - “Sure, I'll be there in 2 min.”

Hannah Text - “Gotcha.”

After a few minutes, Misha and Hannah eventually meet centrally at the school front gates, both chatting before entering a whole new life of possible mischief, teasing moments and - oh, um, let's let it happen naturally. 
“Yo, Misha. How’s it cooking?” Hannah greets, throwing peace signs on both hands.
rolling  her eyes, Misha replies bluntly, “Oh, brother, that was so cringe!”
“Oh, come on. You know I wanted to do the typical cute anime girl greeting. It’s a staple of moe-fandom!” Hannah poses in different ways to peace sign, Misha sighing with disappointment at the sight.
“Why don’t you try to be something unique that an anime girl wouldn’t normally do…,” Misha says, tilting her head with a thought confronting and creative intention.
“Well, what should I do? Oh, how about a flick of the skirt with a ‘Hello honey, how’s it going?’ as an example,” Hannah jokes as she puts her right hand on her hip as she accentuates her chest with her left hand.
face palming, Misha responds to the stupidity, “Now you look like a hentai character from a comedy porno.”
Finger gunning at Misha with a wink, Hannah continues, “Well, only for you, baby.”
Misha responds with a head-turn pout, as Hannah giggles at this silliness, “Now that was a stereotypical anime response.”
The interaction concludes as both girls look at each other for a few seconds, before laughing together at their own stupid skit.

After returning to normalcy, the two face the school in sync, as Misha asks, “So, you ready to go from freedom to confinement?”
“No. But we have no choice, so let’s make the most out of this,” Hannah replies.
Misha nods, “Agreed.”
They both step forward to walk into school at the exact same time, thinking together, ‘Let this school experience be better than our past lives.’

The students line in formal pairs, heading into the Assembly hall, but Misha and Hannah check out the surrounding area as they disconnect from the stream of students, before being told to return by a teacher. 
As the girls sit in their seats, all varied with hair styles, body shapes and personalities, Misha pulls Hannah into their chosen seat in the hall which was placed in the dead centre of the hall, which appeared like a simplistic version of a theatre hall. The students were sat on two levels of seats, with the majority sat on the ground floor as the rest on the next floor above, accessible by side stairs either side of the hall.
Just like any school assembly, the moderate level of the girls chatting waiting for the beginning filled the air, as Hannah whispers to Misha, “Oh-ho, I wonder what kind of things we’ll get up to in this semester…”

“I dunno, but let’s see. I mean first, what tickles your fancy?” Misha replies back, looking at Hannah with light-hearted curiosity.
Looking around at the sea of options, Hannah explains her interests in the moment, “Hmm… well, for me. The girls I would be so into teasing for their entertaining reactions would be…oh. That one, the blue haired with an outward-portraying maiden face. Seeing her reactions of embarrassment and blushing to my prodding would be unforgettable.”
Misha notices Hannah's focus, replying, “Ooo, a starter choice. Would be interesting to see her blushing face when you poke her cute buns.”
Hannah continues on, funnily enough as no other girl pays attention to their banter, “Or that one, the girl with the black twin braids and glasses. Hang on, she kinda reminds me of someone from an infamous doujin series…,” she rubs her chin, Misha joining in with the chin rubbing, “Still, such a cutey is going to have hilarious expressions to my teasing. Also, has she got huge tits? Must be my lucky day.”
Misha opinionatedly adds to the silly banter topic, “Hmm-hmm. Wait, I don’t care about tig bits… but damn, I wonder what they’ll be like to rest upon.”
Hannah concludes Misha's comment, “Only… my head will know.”
Asserting her opinion further, Misha says, “Sure, just pick me a girl with thick thighs would you.”
“I’ll see, but…,” Hannah says in deep thought.
Misha mimics Hannah's tone, “But…”
“Big butt.” Hannah says cheekily. Get it? Anyways.
“Nice,” Misha thumbs up.

Hannah realigns herself to the main topic at hand, “Anyways, oh… how about that girl at the front, the one with pinkish hair? She looks like an adorable loli character with such a cheek-poking face. Squishing their cheeks would be so adorable, like head-patting and rubbing a cat’s head.”
Misha squints, “Hang on, I can’t see her that well… Do you have supervision or something?”
“Well, I guess I do have supervision – for picking out the main side characters of our show,” Hannah says, fourth wall breaking the story as she looks at and thumbs up you; the reader.
Adding to the ridiculousness, Misha comments, “I guess fourth wall breaking is one of your strong suits for a superpower, at this point.”
Hannah, in an unserious tone, replies “And for you, telekinesis." Then, seeing someone even better, "Ooo, wait a sec. That more mature girl at the end, the one with the dark red hair and very mature figure.”
Thinking of similar innocent teasing to the other girls, Misha confidently states, “Oh her… Though I can’t see well, I’m sure you’ll also love to wholesomely tease her as well.”
Breaking the script, Hannah says, with bleeping for this section, “Well, to be honest, I would prefer to ****** and ***** her, as well as I would ******…”
“Okay, cut that. Cut that!” says Misha, emoting the movie cut board.

The assembly begins, as the head teacher does the introduction speech for the student body, saying that all are welcome, and hope they try and achieve the best for the school. Then, the dark-red haired girl stands up, after the head teacher leaves for her to make her student introduction to the student body.
She begins, “Hello, new students of Purford High School, I am Harrietta Gracenfor, the Student Council President. We, the second and third years, are very happy and excited to have you there, to see new faces and have new experiences and encounters.”
As she continues the speech, out of the corner of her eye, she notices Hannah and Misha posing for their own camera.
An anger vein starts popping in her head.
Trying to ignore them, Harrietta continues, “With this long, rich history that is around these school grounds, it’s constantly embracing the modern times as you bring about new ventures for the future.”
Again, Misha and Hannah are still posing at their own camera, pulling stupid duck and rabbit faces without being noticed by the teachers and other girls paying attention to Harrietta who still tries to continue with her speech, acknowledging though who she will be talking to afterwards to vent her anger due to being disrespected.
“We hope to meet you as we call to learn, grow and socialise with unfounded potential for this school. As the third-year president, and the entire second and third-year body, as well as me and the student council; we hope you do your best and make us all proud,” Harrietta finishes, watching Hannah and Misha finish by fist-bumping each other comically, before joining in the students clapping, somehow avoiding being noticed by the teachers either side of the hall this entire time.
Well, it is written for the humour.
Anyways, Harrietta thinks to herself after the applause dies down, ‘Those two, in the centre, are going to find themselves in hell after I deal with them. You better beware, otherwise, you’ll be begging for mercy.’
The pink-haired girl congrats Harrietta, “Congratulations on the amazing speech, president.”
Smiling at the respectful gratitude, Hannah relies, “Thank you. Well, we have a lot of work cut out for us this semester, so be prepared. This year will be as busy as any other.”

The girls leave in pairs out of the Assembly hall, as a teacher leads the students, as Hannah quietly banters to Misha before entering their form room; Year 1: A. She had fuchsia pink eyes, faded blue long hair tied in a thick ponytail and a mature curvaceous physique.
The teacher casually states, “Go and sit wherever you like, I’ll be doing the roll call, then you can just do whatever until the bell goes.”
The teacher hands out A5 contact books, as the girls go to their personalised group-seats, Misha and Hannah picking the centre back table for the best view of all the girls.
“Mmm, these girls are so varied with their styles, physiques and personalities; I can’t choose,” Hannah smirks, looking tastefully around the classroom for who she'll chose to tease first
Comparatively, Misha Indifferently says, “Uhuh, I guess it is.”
“That black twin-tailed girl is here, and holy crap; she’s bustier than from what I saw before. Mmm… Having a good grab of them would be a dream worth coming true,” Hannah says in a perverted tone, imagining the facial reactions of this girl.
Again, Misha replying in monotone, “Yep, I bet it would.”
“Oh, and that blue-haired goody two-shoes is here too, being friends with that twin tailed cutie. Teasing them is gonna be fun, don’t ya think?” Hannah asks, double glancing at Misha and the girls before realising Misha is doodling in her contact book.
Still, Misha answers in a blunt, distracted tone, “I think it’s gonna be fun…”
Hannah compliments, slightly hurt at being responded without interest in the conversation, “Wow, those are amazing, but can you pay attention to me when I’m speaking?” Hannah pokes Misha’s cheek out of petty annoyance.

Clap! Clap! The teacher grabs everyone's attention, especially Hannah, who is paying great attention, realising how thick waisted and plump her behind is.
The teacher types at her computer upon her desk, not paying much attention to the girls, as  Hannah pokes Misha’s elbow, cheekily saying quietly enough to not be heard, “Now, that’s what I call a babe. Even though she’s quite the big-boobed hottie, her birth-bearing hips and accentuating caked buttocks are killer for any ass-fancying connoisseur.”
Misha, to add to this cultured conversation, sketches in one of her books.
“So, how would you Misha rate their thicc, caked cheeks?” Hannah asks, looking at Misha with a blushing smirk.
Showing what she drew, Misha replies in comical timing, “I’ll give that; a seven.”
After giggling quietly to not be noticed, Hannah and Misha return to appearing as listening, obedient students as the teacher, introducing herself as Veronica, faces the students to do the rollcall on the computer.

The bell rings, as a third year comes in shortly afterwards, who has long, back-length golden blonde hair, soft blue eyes, a balanced mature body and a gentle model face.
She was called Sasha, waving to the class as she faces them, “Hello girls, I am Sasha, your third-year guide to help you girls navigate the school campus, to make it easy for you, so you know what class to get to without issue.”
The girl smiles softly, as the majority of the students are captivated with her mature yet friendly warmth.
A student comments to her friend, “She’s like a school mum.”
Unlike the girls, Hannah softly speaks to Misha, “I so want to see her fluster.”
Misha softly replies “Same. I so want to see her embarrassed side. Would be so cute and funny.”
The teacher casually says that the girls can follow the third year, Sasha, as she leads the girls from their form room to their first lesson; Maths.

It is with a teacher called Ms Bonnie, who is dressed in a black suit and white shirt, with a presence and expression of stubbornness, where she has shoulder length black hair tied in a thin ponytail, wearing black glasses that shade her dark chestnut brown eyes.
After a little while of the teacher being so stiff and overly serious as describes the lesson to the students, Misha and Hannah get bored and want to mess around.
Misha thinks, with her Telekinesis powers to Hannah, ‘Oh boy, this girl is such a jobsworth…’
Agreeing, Hannah jots down: ‘Her expressiveness is so stiff, I’m gonna mock her. Watch me.’
As the teacher starts to jot down on the white board, back turned to the class, math equations for them to study, Hannah notices her style of writing and moving, thinking it would be funny to imitate and mock her.
So, as Mrs Bonnie continues to explain and jot down math equations with her back turned, Hannah mocks her movement, returning to normal when the teacher turns back round. This happens several times after one another, with students giggling before all returning to normal when the teacher again turns around to the noises.
Confused, Mrs Bonnie thinks to herself, ‘Hm, must be my imagination.’
Hannah smiles as her heart beats fast to the thrill of teasing without being found out, she thinks as the lesson continues, ‘This is fun.’
Misha, watching Hannah, joins in after the teacher returns to jotting down equations, as a few groups of girls’ giggles to the two before all going back to looking serious when Mrs Bonnie turns around again.
Mrs Bonnie thinks greatly confused, ‘I keep hearing giggling, but no-one is showing any sign of misbehaving. Strange…’
It happens again, as Misha doodles a quick animation in her book as Hannah acts a clown with her pencil, returning to normal as the teacher turns back around, until the lesson eventually ends as the bell rings.
Determined to find the culprit, Mrs Bonnie thinks, ‘I know who it is, but I don’t… I can’t find relief inside without outwardly addressing and concluding it by exposing the culprit.’

The students leave with Sasha who guides the girls to their next lesson; English, explaining she’s a Student Council member to the few students who ask her what she does, chosen as a role model for the student body.
Stretching as if she was trapped in a claustrophobic box, Misha sighs with relief, “Finally, out of the boring numbers class. Now, maybe onto something interesting.”
Hannah agrees, “Totally.”
The teacher, Mrs Studdia, gratefully thanks Sasha before she leaves, as Studdia asks the girls to sit down.
She has whisky-red hip-length hair, bright orange eyes upon a mature face, a well balanced curvy figure that was neatly covered by a white suit blazer, a soft purple plaid shirt matched with a white tight thigh-long skirt, that is finalised with leggings and white round-toed shoes.
Excited by someone interesting, Misha nudges Hannah, “Next time she comes along, wanna tease her?”
Hannah replies with similar teasing passion, “You bet. It’ll be like those moe-anime scenes of the blushing girl reacting with such; ‘Oh. I don’t know what to say,’ and ‘Um, this is so embarrassing, now I can’t get married,’ kinda reactions.”
Misha adds, “Ooo, if she does that, that’s worth selling as journalist propaganda for 20 a pop around the school.”
Hannah continues the stupidity, “Kinda like a top headline reading; ‘Sasha: the well-respected mommy role-model, has been found out to be a body-selling, seductive whore-to-pay for students love and affection.’ Ya know?”
Surprised, Misha replies, “Eh… what kind of papers have you been reading to see those kinds of headlines?”
Then, Mrs Studdia claps her hands to grab the girls attention, “Okay, girls, let’s enjoy this lesson with something fun to read for the hour you’re here,” before handing out an author’s books – written by Jillian D Goonsphere.
Noticing, Hannah and Misha giggle at the name of the author, seeing the title ‘Shakebeth’, knowing the reference, wishing for the teacher to leave as an idea pop into both girl’s heads.

As if by fate, or written script, the teacher does leave after another teacher pops in saying hello to the girls before asking for some help, leaving the moment open for Misha and Hannah to grab and begin their skit.
“Hannah, I am your Mother; Darth Vagee!” Misha acts, as well D Vader.

“Together, we’ll rule the Assempire!” Hannah interrupts.

Misha interjects, “Wait, that’s my line…”

Flipping through her English book like a manuscript, Hannah questions as she continues the act, “Oh, wait… uh, page 15. Or was it page 16?”
Misha sighs, pretending to be the character L Skywalker, “Just say, ‘Nooooo… that can’t be. That’s impossiblu,’ y’know.”
Jokingly commenting on 'impossiblu', Hannah says, “Wait… why did you sound French?”
Then, Misha in French replies, “No it didn’t… wait. Why am I speaking French? Why am I subtitled in French? This is not supposed to happen!”
Pointing at the cameraman, Hannah demands, “Hey, fix that shit!”
“Oh, that’s better,” Misha sighs, relieved.
The students laugh and giggle at the theatrical comedy, the blue and black-haired girl who were sat together look on with curious and disappointed expressions, as Mrs Studdia returns to the class to lively read the book as if nothing happened, ignoring the chuckling of the few girls chatting amongst themselves briefly.
Then, after English ends, as it’s now break time, Hannah and Misha chat in front of their form room since the new year has been told to go back to their form room for breaks.

Due to some students being risky, including Hannah and Misha, socialise around the area near their form room in the hallway.
Well, the duo are bantering about the day as a few student council members walk past, including the cute, pink-haired girl, as Misha notices, the cuteness overwhelming her attention to the conversation with Hannah.
“Awwwwwww… she’s too cute!” Misha proclaims, the student council walking past with little care.
Taken aback by Misha's sudden change of focus, Hannah sighs with a little annoyance, “Misha…,” waving her hand in front of Misha’s face.

Well, no response from Misha.

Thinking of how to snap her out of it, Hannah wonders, ‘Okay she’ll definitely react if I do this.’
“Misha,” Hannah says as she lifts her skirt up to have a peek at her underwear, before seeing what she thinks with an expression of shock, ‘I wonder what underwear she is wear- oh… what cheap looking panties. Disappointing.’

Again, no response from Misha.

Annoyed, Hannah shakes Misha by the shoulders, “Misha! Hello?!” which grabs the attention of a few nearby known delinquents of four, seeing a potential fight out incoming.
1 delinquent says to the group, “This might be interesting,” as another delinquent replies curiously, “I want to see what happens.”
The other decides to play a betting game as she grabs out some strips of paper, telling the others if they think it will become a confrontation, then to grasp the long strips, if not, the short. They grab the ones they think will be the case as they return focus on the incoming finale.

So, again it was no response from Misha.

Thinking it's time, remembering what she did before, Hannah sighs, “Misha. Embrace for impact.”
Then, like a wobbling wave, Hannah spanks Misha’s butt to the visual of rippling cheeks.
Snapping out of the bliss moment, Misha reacts annoyed, “Oi! I was enjoying that blessed daydream, you bitch!”
The delinquents blushingly stare, excited like as if they're watching horse racing, with their horse at the last stretch.
“But you weren’t paying attention to me, you slag!” Hannah pouts angrily.
The delinquents watching, who had started doing a betting poll for who out of the two will be the first to punch the other, sensed it was at the peak for fists to fly. However, out of the raising tension, Hannah and Misha breaks it down as they begin laughing together, since their ‘angry’ faces got them giddy.
The delinquents stare on with surprising shock.
“You were like a Shounen protagonist,” Hannah chuckles.
Misha replies chuckling also, “You too.”
Hannah looks at her hand with the sensation still tingling, before looking at Misha smirking, “Man, I can’t believe a spank awoke you from your daydream. Like what kind of reaction was that though? A slapstick skit for a moment of attention.”
“What do you mean? I was recognizing the value of something worth acknowledging. It was an appreciation of maximum adorableness,” Misha explains jokingly pouting.
Hannah plays along, “Okay, Ms Ignorante, not noticing the cutey right next to you,” teasing by poking Misha's exaggerated puff-cheek pout.
Misha replies back, “Cutey? More like Ms Attentionate, with those protruding muffin buns,” blankly staring at Hannah's bosom.
Both girls laugh at their silliness as they walk down the corridor back to the form room as the delinquents, the student council who stopped to make sure nothing happens, and a few students passing by watch in confusion of what transpired, all thinking, ‘I never thought I would ever witness such craziness at a school like this.’

Then, during science class, being a boring lesson to the two, Hannah jokes around with the test tubes by making a penis rocket, as Misha decides to ask a confronting question to the teacher to get the other students bantering like, “any reason to learn unnecessary information whilst not learning basic societal preparations for daily life?”
Due to the question being quite next level of thinking, the teacher blankly fumbles the answer due to shock and confusion, before she asks another, Hannah giggling to the funny reaction of the teacher.
“If science is such an important topic to learn, where is it applicable when working as a sales assistant?”
The questions and conversations between the students spread, the blue and black haired girl look on with bewilderment as the shock-factor thoughts of Misha continued as she asked similar questions throughout the lesson.

After science and lunch time, the girls return to form room for rollcall, as Hannah sees the two girls from before in perfect locations to begin the chaos.
One, who sat reading alone, was named Ellica. She is a slightly chubby girl with medium long black hair tied into twin braids, brown eyes protected by thick rimmed glasses with impossibly ignorable large breasts, as her gentle yet seemingly expressionate face stares into her pages of her book. The other girl is Jessie, as she converses with a few students nearby, was a moderately curvy girl with deep blue hair, her left side of her fringe finalised with a cute pink hairclip. Her face expressed goody two-shoes as she bantered respectfully with a few students asking about the lessons ahead.
Now, with Ellica in sights, Hannah thinks in the moment of the loud chatting, ‘Hm, time to really cause chaos… hehe.’
Walking over to her target, Hannah asks as she peeks at the book curiously, “Hey, watcha reading?”
Due to Hannah getting close to Ellica’s left shoulder, she reacts by closing her book with a shy reply, “Um, nu-nothing…”
Her behaviour displayed uncomfortableness, desiring to be left alone. But Hannah ignored the signs, leaning into Ellica by flirtingly rubbing her shoulders against Ellica's, “Oh, come on. You don’t mind me having a little look.”
Slightly overwhelmed by the awkwardness, Ellica replies in a cry-for-help tone, “I-I I don’t…”
“Let me have a peek… It’ll only be for a little bit,” Hannah teasingly pleas, poking Ellica's cheek before two hands pull her away. It was Jessie, looking seriously defensive at Hannah, showing sympathy to Ellica.
Getting in between Ellica and Hannah, Jessie asks, “Are you okay Elli?”
Ignoring this saviour of her target, Hannah teases, “Aww, you really had to get in between me and my new friend…,” pouting at her fun being stopped, before smirking at a new funny idea.
In an accusing tone, Jessie responds, “She is not your friend. More like, it seemed like you were bullying her to me.”
“I wasn’t bullying her. But. I was just simply teasing,” Hannah says confidently, as she approaches Jessie, pulling seductively at her fringe, “but my, what a cute hairpin you have there. It really suits your adorable face.”
The sudden flirtatiousness catches Jessie off-guard, “Wha-a-a-a-what the hell are you doing?” She blushes, trembling at the sudden advancement of Hannah.
“Just complimenting your fashion choice,” Hannah flirts as she runs her hand through Jessie’s hair, before moving towards her ear to whisper, Jessie's heart racing faster and faster, “and what I think overall is…”

Then, whispering in a deadpan tone, “It’s free real estate.”

Jessie replies confused beyond words, “Eh… Eh?”
Then Hannah bursts out laughing, Misha joining in with the comical timing of Hannah's teasing, Ellica looking back and forth with confusion as Jessie stands there blushing with absolute confusion.
Hannah calms down, smiling from ear to ear, “That was just too funny, since you really are such a cutie to tease.”
“Oh, you’re so cheeky,” Misha teases along.
Hannah walks away back sit with Misha to banter in their seats, as the students stare in shock, blushing with wide open eyes at what they had just witnessed.
Then, the teacher comes in to do the roll call, as the students return to sit in their chairs, with Jessie still blushing, for the clock to strike 3pm so that they can go home.
As the bell rings, the students gather their belongings and begin to exit the classroom, Jessie still red in the face at the random memory of being hit on, well apparently. In any case, Hannah and Misha meet up down the hallway leading to their form room and begin to walk together out of the school grounds.
The two walk together, happily bantering about the events that happened today, giggling about the reactions of the people who witnessed their skits and silliness.

The evening sun begins to set as both girls split at the front gates waving goodbye to each other as they head home their own separate ways, Misha returning home first as the clock strikes 3.30pm.
Georgina embraces her warmly, cuddling her softly, incredibly curious about school, “So, how was school sweetheart?”
“It was fun,” Misha responds happily as she warmly sinks into her mum’s addictive cuddle, “I enjoyed it.”
To save introducing her new friend Hannah for a proper meeting, Misha thinks smartly, ‘I won’t tell her yet about Hannah, cause I want it to be natural.’
“Aww, good. I hope you’ve made some good friends at school,” Georgina says smiling.
Contrastingly from the thought before, Misha thinks, ‘Mmm… Better not tell her yet. If she met her now; It’ll be disastrous,’ imagining what they just did this day.
Might not be best to expose what Hannah is like.
To answer plottingly, Misha says, “I haven’t yet, but I’m getting along with everyone. Trust me.”
Georgina warmly asserts with motherly interest, “I’m sure you will, and I hope to meet them.”
“Yes, mum,” Misha replies smiling back.
After the hug, Misha goes upstairs to change into some casual clothes, before relaxing on her bed, having a flashback moment to the cute girl she was in awe of.
“Aww, she was too cute, she looked so cuddly and precious; oh, I just wanna have her!” Misha reminisces, grabbing her cheeks with how adorable the girl was, rolling around on her bed with passionate excitement.
But then, looking back, the stupid school skits distracts her for a moment, “Oh yeah, those jokes we did were so funny. Seeing all the girls in the class react so cutely and expressive, ah. It was just too good,” and then the cute pink girl flashes back into her mind again, “But she was just too cute. I wanna cuddle her!”

Shortly after Misha returns, Hannah arrives home to a passionate hug from her mum, embracing her with overwhelming cuddles.
“Mmm, welcome home, cutie-pie! Hmm… hope you had a great time at school!” Victoria lovingly says.
smiling at the affection, Hannah answers, “Hmm. I enjoyed school.”
Hannah blushes at the passionate hug into her mum’s busty cleavage, smiling at the sensation and love she’s feeling at the same time.
Victoria says wishfully, “Good, good, cutie. I can’t wait to meet any friends you have soon.”
“Hehe, you’ll see. Hmm, you’ll meet them soon, I can promise,” Hannah says with an honest expression.
“Oho, I hope so,” Victoria concludes hopefully, letting Hannah go to make some dinner. 
Hannah then goes upstairs to change into casual clothes, laying on her bed with the door closed, thinking back on the day she experienced.
“Man. Misha had such bland underwear. Gonna need a shopping spree to fix that tight-ass… well, with her assets, more like spring-ass but, whatever,” Hannah says duck facing at the ceiling, looking at her hand due to the spank sensation from earlier, before her mother calls her down for dinner.

After a wonderful dinner time for both girls, they then head to bed with extra warmth in their hearts, ready for the new day ahead of them.

Man, what a day. I wonder; what will they get up to next. Check the next chapter to see. It's only going to get crazier from here.