I fantasizes about wedgies pretty much from the second I hit puberty but the only ones I had ever received were self inflicted.

My dreams of getting a wedgie in the wild were pretty much dashed when I moved to college, I mean it's a childish prank it's not like anyone would do it to me now right?

That's why I was so happy when whale tales made a fashion comeback. I cn walk around all day being wedgied and showing it off, best of both worlds! I was practically dripping in anticipation as I got dressed for the day.

I have a roommate, mark, and for the most part we hadn't talked much. He's nice enough, quite, not super messy so all things considered I thought pretty highly of him.

I mention him now because I'm about to make breakfast and meal times are pretty much the bulk of our interaction as we have a shared kitchen.

I walked out of my room having just gotten dressed.

For reference I have on some tight mid rise jeans and a light blue crop top. My black thong's leg holes had been pulled up over the sides of my hips showing off the the sides and excepting my v line.

I loved the way it felt digging into to my ass and rubbing up against my crotch. I loved the feeling of my tight jeans on the rest of my exposed skin.

Most of all I loved that I was going to spend my whole day hot and bothered by the mild sensation of a wedgie.

I digress though,

I make my way from my room to the kitchen and mark is already there pulling out his cereal from the cupboard. We share a nod and that's about as much of a good morning as we usually exchange.

I open one of the cupboard doors and reach up to grab a plate. As I do I feel a sharp tug at my waistband.

I flush immediately and freeze.

"You're really just going to walk around showing these off? Someone might grab them you know"

Mark was right behind me.

Mark was pulling on my underwear.

I made an unintelligible noise. I was so embarrassed yet excited. I was being wedgied? like?? For real??

"What's wrong? Never had your panties pulled?" Mark teased and then tugged a few more times on my underwear before letting go and chuckling before taking his now made bowl of cereal over to the table.

We normally sit together while we eat. We're not morning people so not much chatting goes on. I was so embarrassed I could hardly function as I pulled down a bowl to fill for myself. I didn't want him to see how effected I was so in an effort to be normal I sat down across from him.

"Are you ok? You're beet red. I hope I didn't actually hurt you." Mark commented after a few moments of silence

"I'm ok!" I squeak our awkwardly still blushing, honestly probably blushing harder having to face him "I-uh, didn't mind it- I mean it didn't hurt" I can't believe this is happening to me.

I want him to do it again and also I want to curl up and hid and never see him again. I am very conflicted.

"Didn't mind it?" He laughed "I've never met someone indifferent to a wedgie! Anyway I couldn't resist seeing em on display there, it's like they called my name. 'Mark teach her a lesson!'" He joked at me, trying to lighten the mood as I grew redder and redder.

"Well maybe I deserved it?" I said unsure of myself "I mean they were right there right?" I chuckled trying to play along.

"Don't let me see em again" mark joked "you know what'll happen"

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The next morning naturally I did the exact same thing with my panties, having them poke out, maybe a bit more exaggeratedly even. I was hoping mark would repeat his little prank.

As much as I was embarrassed yesterday, I couldn't stop thinking about it. They way it had felt as the material tightened around my crotch when he tugged. I was wet all day, even wetter then intended, I lost a lot of learning time in class to daydreams of mark pulling on my panties like he meant it.

Sure enough mark was getting his breakfast ready when I got to the kitchen, I did my usual thing too but much more conscious of his eyes on me.

I turned my back again reaching for a dish and just as I had planned I soon felt his fingers wrap around the waistband of my panties

"Man two days in a row Sidney! Don't you learn a lesson?" He tugged added today, and I was pulled into my tiptoes.

Before I come stop myself a tiny moan escaped my mouth.

I slap my hand over my face and flush bright red.

"What was that?" I could practically hearing the grin on marks face start to form.

"N-norhing!" I stammer.

Mark adjusted his grip on my underwear and pulled up on the leg holes of my panties with more force then he'd used so far.

I momentarily lifted off the floor. My panties dug into me in the best way I could imagine. I couldn't contain the small squeak of a moan that came out of me again.

"You like this. Don't you?" I could hear the teasing tone in his voice "I can't believe it you're enjoying this wedgie!"

I couldn't lie at this point so I just nodded in shame.

"Oh I'm going to have fun with this!... that is if you're ok with that?" He looked let go and turned me around a mixture of anticipation and concern on his face.

You know what, say what you want , mark is a good man... and cute, and maybe I had a tiny crush on him so really? What is there to lose?

"Yeah- uh that's fine" I blush I'm sure for the hundredth time. "I think I might like that"

"Great" he smiles deviously.

He went to sit down at the table and I followed shortly after actually getting some food together.

I sit down and look at him. He looks back and I can't place his expression- no wait I can, he's definitely plotting.

We eat in silence and he finishes eventually.

He gets up to put away his dishes and when he passes me on his way to the door he reaches down behind me and tugs on my. Underwear again. Hard.

We have low backed bar style chairs and he stretch's me panties over the it. The leg holes hitch around the chair back and he lets go.

I was frozen still unable to really process what was happening. So aroused and embarrassed I couldn't move at all.

He stepped back to admire his work.

"Here's a little parting gift eh?" He teased walking towards the door "let's Talk about this more tonight"

He opened the door and left, off to class I suppose.

I sat there for a few minutes, dumbfounded. My underwear were digging in, pressing my clip in the most wonderful way.

I had literally dreamt of chair wedgies and now I was enjoying one.

God I didn't know how I was goi g to face mark tonight but I hoped he had more In store for me. I was dripping at the thought

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Authors note: I would love input on what wedgies you want to read next or any scenarios you want to see