A Peek from Behind (SVTFOE)

>"Really Ferg? Triplets? And you made out with ALL of them at once?"
>Marco said in disbelief as he bent down and pulled his can of Shasta® Tiki Punch™ out from the vending machine.
>"It's true dude! I got em laughing with the joke about the drunken Irishman. We walked into the movies together and the rest was history!"
>The portly redhead said brimming with a nearly undeserved sense of confidence.
>"Oh, I'm SOOOO sure," Marco sarcastically spoke as he took a sip from his can.
>"It's okay to be jealous dude," Ferguson said putting on airs, "I'm just smooth like that! You know you can always come to your buddy if you need help slaying the ladies."
>Marco rolled his eyes and refused to even dignify those words with a response.
>"Alphonso was there too, you can ask him yourself!"
>"Alphonso was there? Doing what exactly?" Marco curiously inquired.
>"He was just there watching! He... likes to watch sometimes." The horizontally generous individual spilled out before realizing how strange that sounded both in and out of context.
>An awkward silence fell over the two buddies as they headed towards their lockers.
>"L-Look there he is now!" Ferguson said, hoping to keep things from getting any weirder.
>"Hey Alph," Ferg called out to his lanky friend as he and Marco approached him from behind.
>"Tell my boy Diaz about what transpired last night at the theatre. Spare none of the sweet details!"
>The scrawny student said nothing and didn't even bother to turn around and greet his pals
>"Alph? Hey buddy is everything okay?"
>No response.
>"MARCO, SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ALPHONSO. WHY WON'T HE SAY ANYTHING? SPEAK TO ME BUDDY!" Ferguson pleaded for help as he attempted to shake some sense into his unresponsive pal.
>"Earth to Alphonso is anyone home?" Diaz chimed in, waving his hand in front of the boy's eyes.
>Marco and Ferguson exchanged a worried glance and shrugged.
>Before the two could decide how to proceed with the given situation, a quiet yet scratchy voice spoke up
>"Guys... Look..."
>Alphonso's lips trembled as he finally broke his silence.
>His boney index finger fiercely pierced the air as he pointed his arm forward.
>The 2 teenage boys turned their heads and slowly followed the imaginary line Alphonso was aiming at.
>What the curious crew saw was a sight unlike any ever witnessed on the grounds of Echo Creek Academy before.
>Just across the campus, about a classroom's length away, was an open locker with someone rummaging through it.
>An ordinary sight at the school indeed but this time it was a different experience.
>Protruding out from behind the open locker door like a meerkat peeking out of its hole was the back end of a student, and a female one at that.
>Similar to their tall bespectacled friend, Marco and Ferguson began to lose it when their budding adolescent minds focused in on the scene in front of them.
>The mysterious girl, or should they say woman, shook her hips back and forth not unlike the pendulum of a grandfather clock as she sifted through her belongings.
>Her short yellow skirt gently swayed in the air, ready to expose more of her ample applebottom but never quite lifting up all the way.
>Any student who attended school here could instantly identify it as one of the cheerleaders from the pep squad but not these hormone addled boys.
>Two pert glutes peeked out from underneath the skirt and the boys found themselves mesmerized like a couple of hungry hounds.
>The lady in the locker probably wasn't even aware of the risque exhibition she was presenting to them.
>The seconds spent staring at her felt like hours to Marco and his entranced friends.
>It was like watching the morning sun rise over the mountains as you basked in it's warm radiant light.
>This wasn't a full moon but a total eclipse.
>Just when the boys thought they had ascended to heaven, the woman arched her back up, further exposing her already pronounced prized posterior.
>Juice dripped from Marco's mouth as he clenched his aluminum can and began crushing it with a firm grip.
>Ferguson felt his pants tighten as his jaw dropped open in astonishment.
>Alphonso worked up a sweat, causing his glasses to fog up.
>It was at this moment that the 3 subdued teenagers realized something; They had become complete slaves to the booty.
>As if a prayer answered by the gods, a gentle breeze quickly swept through the campus, completely flipping up the skirt of the unsuspecting female.
>There it was, exposed for all to see or at least it would be if there were more people around to witness it
>What the boys had was a special VIP viewing for a once in a life time show.
>Two immaculate rotund rumps swung out in the open teasing the boys once more.
>With every motion of her waist, the frilly black panties she wore slowly receded until they were completely engulfed in her valley of darkness, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
>Marco's palms were sweaty and his knees grew weak, his arms were quite heavy
>Ferguson became lightheaded and nearly vomited up his mom's spaghetti from last night at the sight; it was too beautiful for him to bear.
>Alphonso got on his knees and cradled his hefty friend, shedding tears in total awe of it all.
>The girl may not have known what she was doing but her delicate derriere had a mind of its own.
>It took the clueless girl far too long to realize that her bodacious badonkadonk was on display, as well as the fact that her lingerie was riding high.
>Her hand motioned around the curve of her massive cheeks and dug her undies out from within before scratching her booty and covering herself up.
>It wasn't the most graceful or alluring move one could pull off, but the boys didn't seem too mind much.
>And just like that the world began turning again at the drop of a dime or more precise, a skirt.
>It took a moment for the teens to snap back to reality after what took place.
>"Whoa."
>It was the only word the boy in the red hoodie could muster as he took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.
>His two friend pulled themselves up and regained composure.
>"Please you guys. PLEASE tell me I'm not the only one who saw that." Ferguson desperately asked his pals.
>"I saw it bro, I saw it!" Alphonso responded excitedly as he cleaned his glasses. "It's seared into my mind now."
>"Who knew Echo Creek Academy had such lovely... assets!" Ferguson said as he nudged Diaz on the arm.
>The group inched closer and tilted their heads, inconspicuously trying to see who the proud owner of that marvelous money maker was.
>"Stop pushing me you guys. Do you WANT to get caught!?" Marco whispered to his pals. "Just a liiittle more..."
>The snooping boys panicked when the girl quickly snapped out of her locker and turned around.
>"DUDE SHE ALMOST CAUGHT US BE MORE CAREFUL!" Ferguson reprimanded.
>The apparently short haired brunette had her back turned and was applying makeup in her portable cosmetic mirror when she noticed something.
>She spotted a bright red blur out of the corner of her mirror, clasped it shut and turned around.
>Marco, Ferg and Alph were caught in the spotlight, doing their best to act as nonchalant as possible.
>"Huh, I thought I heard something. It was just you guys."
>Diaz turned around when he heard that familiar valley girl voice speak up.
>"Is someone there?" Marco pretended to be ignorant and blissful.
>The girl in front of him was none other than the popular girl with the pom-poms, Chantelle of the cheer squad.
>Suddenly all the pieces came together and the boy in the red hoodie felt foolish for not realizing it sooner.
>"Oh what's up Chantelle," Marco nervously blurted out, trying to keep his gaze fixated on her face and not her luscious caboose. "How have you been?"
>"Alright I guess," the girl said in a slightly grating upward intonation as she texted away on her phone. "Just trying to do all this school stuff. You know how it is."
>"Yeah I hear ya. Math can be pretty difficult if you aren't paying—"
>"UGH."
>Marco's words were interrupted by the girl's loud and obnoxious groan.
>"Brittney needs me to help carry Sabrina to the nurse's office. AGAIN. You know I think she only does it for attention because she's not all that pretty and can't talk to boys. Don't tell her I said that though! Nice talking with you Marco see ya around I guess."
>As quickly as their confrontation began it had ended.
>Chantelle began walking away, hips shaking to and fro as she showed off her glorious bouncing back end can one final time before turning the corner.
>Marco took it all in one last time. This meeting would not be their last, he'd guaranteed it.
>"Oh it was just Chantelle," Ferguson said seemingly disappointed. "The girl may be annoying but she's got a pretty righteous booty I'll give her that. At least I know who to sit behind from now on."
>Marco rolled his eyes at his stout friend.
>He did feel a bit of shame at being brought to his knees under such circumstances.
>If anyone where to find out he was distracted by such a fine booty he'd never live it down.
>Star Butterfly was wrong. So very very very wrong.