Sam and Jenna: Naked in School (NiS, hs, exh, teen, first, mf, oral, anal)

   Thursday, Morning

   Sam

   I woke up fuzzy headed.  I tried to roll over and go back to sleep and
nearly fell on the floor.  I cursed sleepily.  When had my bed gotten so
damnably narrow?  Then I realized that the blanket covering me wasn't mine,
and the pillow my head rested on was unfamiliar, and I wasn't laying on a
bed at all.

   Everything came rushing back and I rolled onto my back again to stare up
at the ceiling of Jenna's living room.  I glanced out the window across the
room by the fireplace.  The palest hint of sunlight shaded the dark sky
outside.  It was early.  Too early.  Far too early even.  I should been
sleeping right now.  I usually didn't wake up until a half hour before
school.  Glancing around, I discovered a light was on in the kitchen and it
sounded like someone was quietly rustling around inside.  Probably what
woke me.

   Just as I was about to sit up, Lilly peeked her little head over the
back of the couch, then climbed onto it, and plopped down onto my chest. 
She nearly fell off and onto the floor.  As she righted herself she turned
to me and mewled softly.  I smirked and scratched behind her ear, which set
her to purring ecstatically.

   "Aww, how cute."

   My heart sped up at the soft voice.  I looked up to see Jenna leaning
against the doorway into the kitchen, watching us, smiling softly.  She
wore a pair of light purple pajama pants and a pink tank-top with a
butterfly embroidered on the front.  Her hair hung wetly down her back,
shimmering and thick, a lustrous brown that bordered on black.  She was so
beautiful when she smiled.

   "I think I've been claimed," I chuckled quietly.

   Jenna stiffled a giggle and held a finger up to her lips, her eyes
sparkling playfully.  She stepped into the living room and gathered the
kitten into her arms.  She turned the cat to face her.  Lilly batted at a
hanging strand of her hair.  "Sorry, Lilly, he's mine.  I got to him
first."

   She released the cat and sat down in my lap.  The feel of her rounded
ass settling on me had me shivering in delight.

   "Morning, beautiful," I smile.

   "You too, stud," she replied.

   "I'm not all that...er, studly," I smirked.

   "I think I know better than you who is and is not studly," she teased.

   "Fair enough," I grinned.  I pulled her down to me and relished the kiss
we shared.  She tasted so wonderful...

   "I've got to start breakfast," Jenna said as she pulled away.  I could
tell she was reluctant to do so.

   "Okay," I smiled as I sat up.  I scratched the back of my head, then
stretched and stood.  Getting out of bed wasn't so bad.  I was rewarded
with Jenna's warm, slender arms wrapping about my neck.

   "Thank you," she whispered to me.

   "For what?" I asked as I pulled her to me.

   "Everything.  For being you.  For being with me," she replied.

   "All I want is to make you happy," I replied, gazing into her wide
chocolate eyes.  "You don't need to thank me for something I already want
to do."

   "Still.  Thank you, Sam." She smiled again.  I loved the way it lit her
face.  Jenna was a beautiful girl, a gorgeous girl even...but her smile
took her attractiveness to a whole new level.  It was irresistible.  I
swore I would make her smile at every possible moment.

   We kissed again, a lingering, soft kiss that was mostly sweet and
loving. But I could feel the lust stirring in her by how her arms tightened
around me.  I was responding in kind.

   Before we could get ourselves into trouble we broke the kiss.  I smiled
at her, toying with her hair.  The strands felt rich between my fingers.

   "I should probably take a shower," I stated.

   "You remember where the bathroom is, right?"

   "Uh-huh.  Anything I can do for clothes around here?"

   "Yeah," Jenna replied, "I'll go up to Tony's room and grab you
something. Between how tall he's getting and how short you are, you should
about match up."

   Her eyes danced and her smile was mischievous.  I reached down to
lightly swat her ass affectionately.  She giggled softly and skipped out of
my arms and into the kitchen.

   I walked into the upstairs bathroom and ventured to open a cabinet
inside, finding towels and wash clothes.  I stripped down and stepped into
the shower.  The water took a moment to warm, but it felt wonderfully
refreshing once I stepped under.

   I scrubbed at my body while my mind began rapidly wandering.  So much
had happened in the span of a day.  It was amazing.  It made me somehow
appreciate everything I had; people always said your life could turn
completely upside down in a day.  I knew now that was very true.  In a
single day, I got in my first real fight, resolved to leave my home, got
taken in by a nice family, entered into a relationship with the most
wonderful girl I had ever known, and lost my virginity.

   Sex was incredible.  It was almost indescribable.  I wondered if it was
such a deep and satisfying experience for everyone, or if the closeness and
love and affection Jenna and I shared had made it something more powerful
and moving than sex without such attachments were.  Or maybe Jenna was just
a really great lay...either way, it had been mind-blowing for me. 
Masturbating, oral sex, hand jobs...nothing came close.  The feel of
Jenna's pussy wrapped around me...squeezing...pulsing...so slick and wet
and warm.  My blood rushed at the memory alone.  I didn't really know what
I was doing at the time, but I had read enough and heard enough to manage.
By the reaction she had, I didn't do too badly.  I hoped I could be even
better for her with experience.

   I guess I had more hesitation when it came to sex than most guys my age,
but I had wanted it more than just a cheap fuck.  A blowjob, a hand job,
messing around...that I hadn't really thought much of.  But sex
itself...that I had wanted to be memorable and meaningful, preferably with
someone who would be important to me.  And I knew last night was definitely
what I was looking for.  It felt right.  It felt natural.  Even with our
inexperienced awkwardness, we had fit together perfectly.

   I wondered absently if I was supposed to feel any different.  After all,
I was a `man now', or something like that.  I was thrilled that I'd had
sex, and couldn't wait to have it again, but I was more happy about having
Jenna as a girlfriend.  I hadn't thought I would ever be lucky enough to
find such an amazing girl.

   I thought about my family and about what happened yesterday too, but
less so.  I didn't want to dwell on such negative things, especially when
there were so much more exciting and wonderful thoughts to focus on.  I
wouldn't return home till Mom was gone, simple as that.  Whether I stayed
with Jenna's family or somewhere else...either way, I was done with my Mom.


   As for Jenna and what had happened yesterday...I swore it wouldn't
happen again.  I would protect Jenna no matter what, and I knew I wouldn't
be the only one.  I would do whatever I had to do to help her come to terms
with things and keep her in a stable state of mind.  I didn't know how I
was going to do such a thing, exactly.  She was a very strong girl and was
dealing well, but I was pretty certain she was more damaged than she let
on.

   But I would be there for her.  I swore I would be her rock and keep her
anchored.  It wasn't a conviction I took lightly by any means.

   I stepped out of the shower to find a pair of clothes sitting on the
counter.  I grinned to myself, wishing she had stepped into the shower with
me while she had been in here.  I toweled off and put on the clothes.  They
were about the right size, though I wasn't as lanky as Tony was so I filled
them a bit more.  The clothes were a bit too preppy for my taste, but since
I was going to be wearing them in public for all of ten minutes, I didn't
really care.

   I made my way downstairs and sat at the table tucked in the corner of
the kitchen.  I watched Jenna walking around the kitchen, grabbing this and
that and hurriedly making breakfast, too distracted at the moment to notice
I had come quietly in.  I loved watching her.  I didn't think I would ever
get tired of it.  Her face was so beautiful, soft and round and pale.  Her
lips were full, and looking at them brought the taste of them to my mouth.
Her cheeks were round and full and always held a soft pink, as if she had
applied a touch of makeup though I was pretty sure she hadn't.  Her hair
framed her face, hanging down around the sides and making her all the more
captivating.  I was spellbound as I always was when I laid my eyes on her.
I hoped this feeling never faded.

   I stood up and walked behind her, putting my arms around her shoulder
and making her jump.

   "Sam!  Don't do that!" she scolded, sinking into my arms and rubbing her
head against my cheek affectionately.

   "How'd you know it was me?" I asked, sniffing at her hair.  Her shampoo
smelled faintly of mellow fruits.

   "Besides the fact no one else would grab me like that?  You're a lot
quieter than anyone in my family."

   "You're cute when you're startled," I said teasingly.  She rolled her
eyes, but her smile brightened her face.

   "Show me where the plates and stuff are and I'll set the table," I
suggested.  "Is everyone coming to breakfast?"

   "Yeah.  No one tends to miss a meal around here," Jenna replied as she
showed me where the dishes and silverware were kept.

   I set the table at about the same time Edd came stumbling into the
kitchen, looking half dead with all his hair sticking up at every possible
angle, much like mine usually looked in the morning.  Jenna ruffled his
already messy hair and wished him a good morning.  He muttered something.
She shooed him out the kitchen when he tried to get something to drink,
telling him to wait for breakfast and instructing him to go get dressed or
there would be no food for him.  More muttering followed him out the
kitchen.

   "Wow," I chuckled.  "He's me ten years ago."

   Jenna rolled her eyes.  She handed me a tall pitcher of orange juice,
which I carried to the table.  "At least you were human this morning."

   I chuckled and set glasses around the table beside the plates.  I
grabbed a handful of napkins and placed those on the table as well. 
"That's only because I made a special effort for you.  I'm normally not
nearly so coherent."

   "Aww, I feel special now," Jenna grinned.

   Karla walked into the kitchen, already dressed and looking as bright and
cheerful as she was last night.  "Morning you two.  How did you sleep?"

   "Good," Jenna replied as she handed me a plate of sausage to take to the
table.

   "And you, Sam?" Karla smiled.

   "Very well, thank you ma'am," I said, feeling a touch of awkwardness.

   "None of that now," Karla laughed.  "Call me Karla or Mom.  I'm in
denial of my age these days."

   "Are you sure that's okay?"

   "Of course," Karla winked.  "I know this whole situation has developed
kind of suddenly, but like we said last night, as long as you're under our
roof, you're family.  Which means, like all my kids, you're not allowed to
make me feel old!  House rule."

   Jenna made a face behind Karla.  I struggled to keep from laughing. 
"Okay, Karla then.  I think Jenna has something to say to you."

   Jenna shot me a dirty look before Karla turned her way.  "Um...we need
more pancake batter?"

   I laughed and grinned her way.  Karla looked extremely confused as she
helped carry a plate full of pancakes to the table.

   By the time all the family assembled at the table there was a pile of
pancakes waiting to be eaten, along with a plate full of sausage, bacon,
slabs of toast spread with butter, breakfast muffins, and two pitchers of
orange juice and milk.

   I hadn't had a real breakfast since before my Mom stopped caring about
anything.

   "Thank your sister for breakfast, she made all this herself," Karla
instructed the kids before they could start wolfing their food down.

   "Thank you, Jenna," the twins said at once.

   "Yeah!  Mickey-mouse pancakes are the best!" Edd proclaimed excitedly. I
glanced at his plate, noting the large pancake with two smaller ones stuck
to the top, like Mickey-mouse ears.  I'd never seen that before.

   "Looks great.  I'm starved," I smiled at her.  Jenna blushed softly and
returned my smile.

   "Yeah, looks great," Mr.  Mathews seconded distractedly as he thumbed
through his paper.  Karla told him to put it away.  He dropped it into his
lap and half-read it while half-pretending he was paying attention to the
goings on at the table.

   I ate my share and accepted seconds when they were offered.

   "Wow, you've got a really healthy appetite for your size, Sam," Karla
laughed.

   I smiled sheepishly and drank from my glass of orange juice. 
"Sometimes. I'm actually not normally a breakfast person at all...I usually
skip it.  But I didn't eat yesterday except for a bite of Jenna's dinner.
Plus this is the best breakfast food I've ever had."

   Karla smiled and nudged Jenna teasingly.  "I told you, Jenna.  Haven't I
always said you should look into being a cook?"

   Jenna smirked.  "You say I should do a lot of things, Karla."

   "And they're all true.  I'm the one who got you into the Program, didn't
I?"

   Mr.  Mathew's glanced up from his paper and gave his wife a less than
pleased look, but said nothing.

   "Speaking of which, how's the Program been going for you, Sam?" Karla
asked.

   "Not bad.  It could be worse.  People don't laugh at me as much as I
thought they would," I grinned.

   "What's it like being a guy in the Program?  Embarrassing?" Theo spoke
up for the first time in the meal.  I couldn't tell if he was trying to
poke fun at me or if he was seriously asking.

   "A bit.  It's not so embarrassing after you're in it for awhile.  It's
cold."

   Theo smirked and shook his head.  "Screw that."

   "Theo!" Karla scolded.

   "What?  All I'm saying is I'm not doing it.  No way."

   "Oh yes you are," Jenna spoke.  "If I had to go through it then so do
you."

   "You decided to stay in it, though," Karla pointed out with a grin.

   Jenna glared at Karla and ignored the barrage of `why?' and `is it fun
or something?' from the twins.  "Yeah, but even before that you didn't sign
me out to begin with, so I don't see why you should sign Theo out when his
turn comes up.  What I decided later isn't the point."

   We talked for the rest of the meal.  Karla asked me about me and what
kind of things I was into.  The kids asked me about how Jenna and I met and
why we decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend.  Mr.  Mathew's briefly asked
me about how I was doing in school.  He seemed honestly pleased to learn my
grades were high and I was well regarded by my teachers.

   After breakfast everyone, including the kids, took all the tableware to
the kitchen and put them into the sink.  Karla chased Edd out the room,
scolding him for not being ready for school.  Jessica and Ashley went to
watch cartoons.  Tony followed behind, playfully teasing them because he
didn't have anything better to do (or so he claimed).  Theo wandered off to
his room.  Mr.  Mathews and I helped Jenna do the dishes.  Jenna threatened
her father with no more breakfast muffins if he didn't help.  It was a
threat I would've heeded, too, after tasting them.

   "I never knew you were such an awesome cook," I commented as she handed
me a plate to dry and put in the rack.  "I would've come over sooner."

   "Jenna's had a talent for cooking since she was little," Mr.  Mathew's
explained.  "She won't admit it though.  The only thing she'll agree she's
good at is baking."

   "With good reason," I smiled.  "I've never had such good muffins.  I
can't wait to see what you can do with cookies."

   "All right, enough," Jenna smiled.  She handed the last few dishes over
to her dad to wash.  "I'll be back, I need to go get my books together."

   Mr.  Mathew's glanced at me as she left the room.  "I need you to
promise me something, Sam."

   I wiped off the dish in my hand and looked him in the eye.  "What's
that, sir?"

   "I need you to protect my little girl today.  I need you to make sure
nothing happens to her.  I know now you can do it, if anyone can."

   I nodded soberly, taking his request very seriously.  "I will, Mr. 
Mathews.  I promise."

   "Good," he said tightly.  We finished the dishes just as Karla came into
the room, carrying her purse.

   "You two look awful serious," she commented.

   "Just doing the dishes.  Nothing fun about that," Mr.  Mathews replied.

   "The breakfast was worth it," I added.

   "Charmer," Jenna said as she walked into the room.  She stood beside me
and threaded her arms around one of mine.

   "While the kids are busy, this would be a good time to lay down ground
rules, don't you think?" Karla suggested to Mr.  Mathews.  He nodded and
they leaned against the counter, facing us.

   "Okay, we talked about some of this last night," Mr.  Mathews began. 
"All the stuff we said still applies; we expect you to respect us, do as we
say, and act decently.  No parties.  If you want to have friends over, ask
first.  If you're not sure whether or not we would approve of you doing
something in our house, assume we wouldn't till you can ask otherwise.

   "Watch what you say or do in front of the kids.  We're not too uptight
about what our kids do or don't do, but we'd like to keep them from getting
out of hand.  The kids rough house around the house all the time, so don't
worry about doing that with them, Sam, just be careful not to break
anything.  We'd like you two to keep your relationship downplayed in front
of the kids, especially Edd and the twins.  Hugs and pecks and all that are
fine, but please don't...make out or anything like that in front of them."

   "Duh, Dad," Jenna rolled her eyes.  "Since when have I ever done
anything you disapprove of in front of them?"

   "You've cussed in front of them before," Mr.  Mathews grumbled.

   "Like you're one to talk," Karla poked him in the shoulder.  "Get a game
on with the cowboys on a losing streak and I practically have to evacuate
the house to get the kids away from your trash-talking to the other team."

   "I'm not that bad," Mr.  Mathews protested.

   "Moving on," Karla spoke, "We've decided not to butt into your personal
life too much.  We know you're going to end up doing whatever you want to
do regardless of what we say."

   Jenna and I glanced at each other.  I was a bit lost.  She didn't seem
all together more with it than I was, apparently expecting this direction
about as much as I had.

   "So when Sam settles in the guest room in the attic...well, if you want
to sneak up there for the night, Jenna, we'll try to accept that.  But he's
not to stay in your room, and the kids are not to know about this.  Be
discreet."

   Mr.  Mathews didn't look happy.  He opened his mouth, surely to protest,
but Karla gave him a withering look.  "We had a deal," she said firmly. 
His mouth slammed shut and his lips set in a thin line.  I considered
saying something, but a glance at Jenna told me it wasn't a good idea.

   "Anyway.  You fall under the same rules regarding curfew and such as
Jenna does.," Mr.  Mathews spoke after a moment.  "If you plan on being
out, tell us where, and when you'll be back home.  If you're going to be
late, tell us when you'll make it back.  If something changes in your
plans, you have to go somewhere else, or an emergency comes up, let us
know. We're pretty lenient about when you need to be back home.  We'd
prefer you to be home by 11:00, but if you're going to be late, let us
know. 12:30 or 1:00 is the latest we'll give you so if you come back later
than that something serious better have happened to keep you out."

   "Understood," I nodded.  "I'm not much for staying out at night."

   "Good," Mr.  Mathews replied.  "We won`t hold you to something like a
bedtime, you're old enough to decide that on your own.  As long as we don't
have to drag you out of bed every morning, we don't care when you go to
bed.

   "We expect you to keep going to school.  If you don't want to do that,
then we expect you to get a full time job.  Your choice, but we'd prefer
you to stay in school.  If you stay in school, we expect you to keep doing
just as well as you have been.  Understand?"

   "Yes, sir," I replied.

   Mr.  Mathews looked between Jenna and I.  "I don't want to know if you
two are having sex.  It's...not my business, I guess.  Just be safe and
responsible, whatever you do."

   Jenna and I both nodded.  Mr.  Mathews glanced at his wife.  "Anything
else?"

   "I don't think so, not yet at least," Karla replied.  "Let us know if
anything changes in your situation with your home."

   "I will," I smiled.

   "Okay then.  Stick to these rules and we'll all get along just fine,"
Mr. Mathews said.

   Tony walked into the kitchen and glanced at us.  "You're gonna be late
again, Dad."

   "Aw, no," Mr.  Mathews muttered, glancing at the clock.  He gave Karla a
kiss and nodded to Jenna and me.  "Gotta run.  I'll see all of you
tonight."

   "Bye hon, have a good day," Karla told him.  She glanced at Tony and
nodded.  "Go yell at Theo to get out here then get your little brother and
sisters together so I can take them to school.  Hurry up or you'll miss
your bus."

   "I was hoping Jenna could drive me," Tony complained.

   "You just want to ride in the Mustang," Jenna smirked.

   "So?" Tony replied.

   "I have to swing by Sam's house so he can get his school stuff," Jenna
explained.  "I'll take you tomorrow, okay?"

   "Sweet," Tony replied and walked out of the room.

   "That boy," Karla smiled.

   "You know you're going to have to get him a Mustang once he can drive
since you got me one, right?" Jenna smirked.

   Karla rolled her eyes.  "Yeah, right.  He'd end up getting arrested for
speeding the first week driving it."

   I laughed softly.  It was strange, how they all talked and communicated
and joked and teased one another.  I wondered if this was what a real
family was like.

   Jenna turned to me and smiled.  "We'd better get going if we're going to
get your stuff together and get to school in time."

   I nodded and we stepped out into the living room.  Jenna grabbed her
book bag waiting at the door.

   "You're not going to change?" I asked, eyeing her.  She was still
dressed in her night clothes.

   Jenna shrugged and reached out to take my hand.  "Nah, not today.  Seems
kinda pointless.  We don't have time anyway."

   "Why'd I even bother changing?" I asked with a grin.

   "Beats me," she smiled.  Karla stepped into the room with the little
ones trailing behind her.

   "We're heading out," Jenna reported.  "We're going to grab a few things
at Sam's house real quick then go on to school."

   Karla stepped up to Jenna and kissed her forehead, then surprised me
with a motherly hug.  "Have fun you two.  Be careful today.  Look out for
our little girl, Sam."

   "Little," Jenna mumbled.

   "I will," I smiled.

   "Bye Jenna!" Edd said as he hugged his big sister.

   "Thanks for breakfast," Ashley said, hugging her as well.

   "It was good.  You should make cookies tomorrow," Jessica added,
receiving her own hug.

   "Yeah!" Edd seconded.

   Jenna laughed and took my hand again, waving with the other.  "See you
tonight guys."

   We climbed into Jenna's Mustang.  I wanted to drive it again, but I
didn't say so.  I needed to get a Mustang of my own one day...

   Jenna leaned over and I kissed her deeply as she turned the key in the
ignition.  Her lips were sweet and soft, perfect.

   "I'm horny," she whispered, a slight blush on her face even as she said
it.

   "Maybe we can take care of that once we get to school," I suggested,
raising my brows coyly.

   "You just want an audience," she giggled.  We pulled out the drive and
turned toward my house.

   "So?  Audiences are kinda fun."

   We arrived at my house.  Jenna offered to come with me, but I figured it
would do more harm than good if my mother was up and about, and asked her
to wait in the car.  I took a deep breath as I opened the front door.  I
just hoped my mom wasn't around.  I didn't even want to look at her.

   It wasn't my mother that sat at the table waiting for me when I entered,
but my Dad.  I pretty much expected it.

   "Hi," I said awkwardly.  I stood at the door, watching him watch me. 
His eyes were puffy and red.  I didn't think he had slept.  I suddenly felt
like a complete ass.  I hadn't been considerate of my poor father at all.
But he smiled when I came in, though it was touched with sadness.

   "Are you okay?" he asked.

   I nodded and another moment of silence stretched out.  I felt such a
mixture of feelings my chest ached.  I was ashamed for worrying him, for
leaving without getting in touch with him, for not telling him where I had
been.  I knew he had spent a night worried sick about me.  But I knew I had
also done the right thing.  Staying in this house would do nothing but ruin
my life and drive me crazy, even for one more night.  Just being here,
where I knew my mom was likely to come around and confront me any moment,
made my guts tighten.

   "Where did you stay last night?" he said after a moment.

   "At Jenna's house.  She's my partner in the Program.  She's also my
girlfriend, now.  She's...waiting in the car outside for me.  She's taking
me to school.  I came by to get my school stuff and a few things."

   "We need to talk, Sam.  Can you stay a minute?"

   "Yeah.  We left a bit early."

   I sat down beside my Dad.  He reached out and hugged me.  I returned his
hug fiercely.  He was shaking.

   "I'm sorry, Sam.  I never realized things at home were so bad that you
would run away."

   "I'm not running away from you, I'm running away from her," I told him
with all the feeling I could muster.

   "Tell me what happened?"

   I sat at the table with my Dad and explained yesterdays events, both at
school and at home.  He turned pale when I told him what my mother had
said. I started babbling about what she had put me through over the past
several years.  I tried to keep the anger and bitterness out of my voice,
but I don't think it worked.

   "God Sam," he said when my words came slowly to a halt.  "I didn't know.
I didn't pay enough attention."

   "It's not your fault, Dad," I said firmly.  "I kept it from you.  I did
everything I could to keep you from knowing about it.  I didn't want you to
have even more to deal with."

   "It's my responsibility to deal with something like that.  I'm your
father, Sam.  I should be dealing with these things, not you.  You should
have told me."

   My Dad looked crushed, just as I knew he would be, but not a bit of the
love and concern and kindness he always showed toward me faded.

   "I know.  I'm sorry, Dad.  I know you had a right to know...but I just
felt like it was something I had to control." I spread my hands out on the
table in front of me.  "You know how I am, Dad.  I feel like if I don't
face my problems myself, I'll never be able to really face them."

   "This is bigger than you though.  This is about both of us, Sam, and
about the family.  That you had to run away proves that."

   "I know that now," I said softly.  "I just...guess I had to go over the
deep end before I understood how big it had gotten."

   We both fell silent for a moment.  I glanced at my watch and looked into
my fathers eyes.

   "I...I need to get going, Dad.  I gotta get to school.  I swore to
myself I wouldn't let this affect me, and I'm not going to let school
suffer for this."

   Dad nodded and gripped my shoulder.  "I agree totally.  Your education
is very important and I'm glad you're focusing on it so well.  But what
now? What are you going to do?"

   I shrugged slowly and stared at the table.  "That...I mean...it depends
on you, Dad.  I can't tell you what to do.  I can't tell you how to live
your life or how to handle your marriage.  And before you say it, I know
I'm your son and I know I have a right to say something when it comes to
the family.  But you have to decide this.  I can't.  I won't.

   "So you do what you feel is best," I said, smiling softly at him, trying
to show him I was okay.  "I support you, whatever you decide Dad.  I always
have and I always will.  I know you love me, and I love you.  But I won't
live here unless she's gone.  I won't.  Not anymore.  I can't even look at
her."

   "What are you going to do until I decide?" he asked.

   "I'm going to stay with Jenna.  Her family are good people.  You'd like
them.  They've said I can stay with them until I figure out what else I'm
going to do.  I'm going to take them up on their offer.  I've got to go
grab a few things so hang tight a sec"

   I stood up and walked into my room.  I grabbed my old duffle bag and
stuffed a few pairs of clothes into it, as well as three books and a
notebook to write with, and my Gi uniform for Karate class.  I glanced
around my room.  I didn't have anything else worth taking.  Nothing I could
say I truly, really valued.  My books.  My bed.  My clothes.  They were all
I had in the world.  Though it made me feel a touch of bitterness toward my
mother and the circumstances of my life, I was actually thankful for how
little I had in the way of personal effects.  It made leaving easier, in
more ways than one.  I grabbed my stash of money and said a quiet thank you
that my Mom hadn't found and taken it.

   I stepped back up to the table where my Dad sat, my backpack full of
school stuff hoisted on one shoulder, my duffle bag on the other.

   "I'll call you, Dad.  Maybe you can come visit me this weekend.  Or I
can meet you for dinner or something."

   My Dad nodded.  His face was unhappy, but he knew when my mind was set
on something, there was no convincing me otherwise.  And there was more
than that...I could tell by his eyes that he knew this was best, for me at
least.  He understood, then.  He understood why I couldn't even be here
anymore.  And he accepted that with the same unjudging love he always
showed me.

   "I'm not leaving you, Dad.  I'm just leaving the house," I insisted.  I
wanted so badly for him to see this wasn't his fault.

   "I know, Sam.  I just wish it hadn't happened like this," he said as he
stood and embraced me.

   "Me too, Dad.  Me too," I said quietly.  I hugged him tightly and
stepped back.

   "I'll call you tonight," I told him.

   "I'll be here," he replied.  "And I'll get this mess sorted out.  I
promise."

   "Do what you feel is right.  Do what you want.  Don't worry about me.  I
needed to get away.  This is the best thing for me right now."

   "I understand," he replied.

   "I love you, Dad."

   "I love you too, Son.  I'll talk to you soon."

   I put my bags in the backseat of Jenna's Mustang, then plopped down into
the passenger seat.  Thankfully my Mom hadn't been around at all to make me
lose it again.  She was probably passed out drunk in her bedroom.

   "Are you okay?" Jenna asked.  Her hand reached out to squeeze mine.  "I
was starting to worry."

   "Yeah," I sighed.  "I'll be all right.  My Dad was home.  We talked."

   "Does he want you to come home?"

   "Probably," I mumbled.  "But he knows I won`t and he knows why, and he's
letting me go."

   "Is he okay with what's happening?" she asked.

   "Yeah.  It hurts him and it upsets him.  But he understands.  And he's
willing to let me go so I can live without being a wreck."

   "Is there anything I can do to help?" Jenna asked gently.

   I smiled at her and shook my head.  "Just be with me.  That's all the
help I need."

   Jenna nodded and drove us on to Monroe High, talking quietly with me
along the way.  I was thankful for it; the small-talk we shared helped keep
my mind from the guilt I felt for the situation I'd put my Dad into.  We
parked and got out.  I grabbed my duffle bag and tossed it in the trunk of
the Mustang and shouldered my book bag.  We walked hand in hand to the
front of the school, talking quietly and exchanging private smiles.  I felt
more alive than I ever had.  It was intoxicating, being with her like this.
Already I couldn't imagine how I had ever gone through the day without
feeling this closeness with her, more-less without knowing her at all.

   All our friends were waiting for us at the front of the school.  We
still managed to arrive at school almost a half an hour earlier than usual.
The normal crowd wouldn't be due to watch the Program stripping for a few
more minutes at least.

   Theresa and Amelia immediately enveloped Jenna in hugs as the rest of
our group gathered around her.  Jenna clutched to my hand fiercely while
she embraced her friends with her free arm.  I ran my thumb along her skin
reassuringly.

   "I'm okay," Jenna said before anyone could speak.  She smiled weakly.  I
saw the pain in her eyes and I hated it, but I knew it would probably
linger there for a long time.  It was something I would have to learn to
deal with along with her.

   "We were all worried," Theresa explained gently.

   The lot of us went to sit down on the front steps, all of us gathered
around Jenna.  I sat beside her, holding her hand still.

   "Do you want to talk about it?" Derik ventured.

   "I don't know," Jenna replied.  She shrugged and propped her elbows on
her knees, her chin in her hands.  "I'm not really sure how I feel about
the whole thing...I'm upset, of course.  Scared by it.  It hurts me..." she
faltered for a moment.  We allowed her the silence she needed, all of us
lending her what silent strength and support and friendship we could.

   "But it's not as bad as I thought it would be," Jenna said at last. 
"It's not as bad as it should be.  And I'm not sure what that means."

   "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for.  I've been saying
that," Amelia said gently.

   "I agree," Theresa nodded.  "You've got a very strong will.  Ever since
I've known you, you've been able to deal with things in more of a calm and
composed way than anyone I've ever met."

   "Maybe," Jenna shrugged.  "Or maybe I'm just not dealing with it yet. 
Maybe it hasn't even hit me.  I don't know, and that's the part that
worries me."

   "Is there anything we can do to help?" Andy spoke up.

   Jenna smiled at us, all of us.  "You're my friends.  Just knowing you're
all worried about me and care about me helps."

   "We're all here for you," Derik said.  "And we won't let anything happen
to you."

   "I know," Jenna nodded.

   "You can talk to any of us about anything, you know.  We've all decided
that we're your support network, and we'll all be available any time you
need anything," Amelia told her.

   "Yeah.  We've got to stick together.  No one else in the school likes
us," Andy smirked.

   We all laughed and Jenna's smile grew more sincere.  "Thank you, all of
you.  I think with such good friends I really will be able to get through
this."

   "Speaking of good friends..." Theresa muttered.  Her eyes looked Jenna
and I over.  She arched a brow.

   I smiled and squeezed Jenna's hand, holding it up.  "We're together
now."

   "I finally found me a man," Jenna grinned.

   "About time!" Theresa exclaimed.

   "Well this is going to completely ruin our group dynamic," Andy joked.
"Good job."

   "Deal with it," I chuckled.

   "Take good care of her," Derik told me.  "If you don't I'm going to beat
your ass."

   "I think we all will," Andy added.

   I smirked and draped an arm around Jenna's shoulders and glanced at her.
"How do you feel now that you've turned all my friends against me and
gotten them on your side?"

   "Accomplished," Jenna giggled.  She scooted closer to me and we tried
our best to make our friends sickened by our cuteness.  Or maybe it was our
corniness.  Either way.

   "At least we know you'll have someone to take care of you all the time
now.  Kung-fu man there can be your boyfriend and your bodyguard," Theresa
laughed.

   "I wonder what form his payment comes in," Amelia muttered.

   "That's for us to know and...probably half the school to find out,
considering what week it is," Jenna replied.

   "PDA is bad.  Especially naked PDA," Derik grumbled.

   "Yeah, it is bad.  But it's also fun," I grinned.

   Jenna elbowed me and shook her head.  "I hooked up with a pervert."

   "Never denied it," I replied.

   "Lord, she's going to encourage him," Andy smacked his palm against his
forehead.

   "Hey, that might be fun.  A free show and free ammo to burn them with
later," Theresa grinned.

   "You've told me what you did in your Program week," Jenna pointed out.
"So I wouldn't be trying to burn anyone."

   "Yes, but there's a difference between us," Theresa smiled.  "I'm not
ashamed or embarrassed of what I did in the least.  You, on the other
hand..."

   "Maybe I'm not ashamed anymore," Jenna smiled sweetly.

   Theresa smirked.  "We'll see."

   "Anyway," Amelia said, "What else is up?"

   "I got kicked off the team," Andy replied.

   "Dude...for being late?" Derik asked.

   "Yep.  Coach Mulliger is a prick.  A tiny, insignificant, peanut sized
prick."

   "It's my fault," I said apologetically.  "I shouldn't have held you up
and I shouldn't have let you drive me home.  I'm sorry, Andy."

   "It's cool," Andy smiled.  "I was getting tired of being on the team
anyway, I swear.  I'm glad to be off it.  I like playing basketball for fun
and all, and I'll probably still play around with it, but I never wanted to
be on the team.  I never wanted to do it for anything but kicks.  My
parents forced me into it."

   "Still," I said.

   "Serious bro, it's nothing," Andy smiled.  "As far as I'm considered,
you did me a favor."

   "We're cool?" I asked.

   "Absolutely," Andy smiled.  We clasped hands.

   "I'm failing art," Derik reported.

   "It's because you drew such a god-awful picture of Sam," Jenna laughed.

   "I do not draw naked guys.  I don't care," Derik whined.

   "Well don't complain about failing then!" Jenna exclaimed.

   "I'm only failing right now!" Derik protested.  "I've got plenty of the
semester to make it up!"

   "Then why did you say you're failing in the first place?" Theresa asked
dryly.

   Derik shrugged.  "Seemed like something to say."

   "Dork," Jenna shook her head, giggling softly.  I pulled her closer,
cuddling her to me.

   "Am not," Derik grumbled.

   "Y'know, really, we're all dorks.  None of us has it all together," Andy
mused.

   "That's you're opinion," Amelia balked.  "I just hang out with you
losers because I feel sorry for you.  Especially you, Andy."

   "I love you too, Amelia," Andy grumbled.

   "I ran away from home," I spoke up.

   Everyone fell silent and stared at me like I had just cut wind.

   "You what?" Theresa asked.

   "I ran away from home," I repeated.  Jenna squeezed my hand as I quickly
recounted what had happened yesterday from my argument with my Mom up till
my staying at Jenna's house.

   "Wow.  Your parents are cool," Amelia told Jenna when I'd finished.

   "My step-mom is," Jenna replied.  "My Dad's just doing as he's told. 
She's got him trapped in some kind of deal."

   "That's awesome," Theresa grinned.  "I wish my parents would let me have
a live-in boyfriend."

   "I'm waiting for them to do something evil to balance this out.  I just
know they're going to," Jenna laughed.  "But for now I'm enjoying it."

   People were gathering at the front door and several Program participants
had already stripped down.  I stood up and helped Jenna to her feet.

   "We'd better go ahead and get undressed," I said.

   "Looking forward to a day of nakedness, are we?" Jenna smiled.

   "With you naked with me?  Of course I am," I smirked.

   "Charmer," Jenna accused.  I was getting to like the look she gave me
when she said that.

   "Give us a good show!" Theresa called as we walked to the top of the
stairs and grabbed the boxes that would house our clothes for the day.  Our
friends laughed at her `cheering'.

   Jenna and I had eyes only for each other that morning.  I hardly even
noticed the huge crowd around us, cheering us on and taking in the sight of
us.

   I ran my hands along her sides, down her back, gazing into her eyes as
my hands paused briefly at her buttocks to give them a squeeze.  She rose
up on her tiptoes as I did, grinning at me.  Lust swam in her eyes.  My
skin broke into goose-bumps just from looking into those dark, desire
filled eyes.

   Jenna stood still, watching me, her lips curled into a smile as I
circled around her, taking my time and teasing her.  Her nipples were hard
and poking against the front of her tank-top as I trailed my fingers across
her covered breasts.  I began to slowly raise the hem of her shirt, then
grinned in my own evil little way and gripped the waistband of her pajama
pants instead, pulling them slowly and smoothly down over her curving hips.
Once past the swell of her hips and firm, round buttocks, the pants dropped
straight to the floor.

   I was shocked, but immensely pleased, to find she wore no panties
beneath the pants.  The crowd cheered loudly with noticeable whistles
coming from the guys.  Even with the volume of the crowd I could clearly
hear Theresa shouting out encouragement.  Jenna turned slightly red, but
her eyes continued to gaze into mine and she stepped closer to me, her firm
legs slightly spread apart.

   Reaching between her thighs and cupping her smooth, hairless mound, I
worked the plump flesh between my spread fingers.  Her thighs trembled
around my gripping hand.  Slick, sticky wetness spread along my palm.  It
fairly dripped down her legs.  I squeezed and fondled Jenna's pussy, a
tremor of pleasure and anticipation rushing through me at the memories of
those sweet, velvety folds clinging hungrily to my cock.  I pulled my hand
away.  A sticky thread of honey connected my departing finger to her folds
for a moment before breaking away and dripping to the ground.

   Jenna wrapped her arms about me.  I pulled her to me, kissing her
deeply. A soft moan escaped her mouth.  My tongue slide between her parted
lips to explore and taste.  Her tongue responded in kind.  My hands
explored her, sliding along her creamy supple flesh, roaming slowly down
her slender, arching back to squeeze and caress the firm, round flesh of
her buttocks.  The students around us continued their cheering.  Whistles
pierced the overall hum of the crowd.

   We disengaged and I helped Jenna out of her tank-top, causing her
breasts to bounce and wobble beautifully as they came free of the built in
bra of the top.  My hands moved up to play with them, kneading at the plump
flesh softly, rubbing the heavy orbs in slow circles.  Jenna moaned, and
thrust her bosom into my exploring hands.  She leaned in to kiss me again
and for another several moments I was able to relish her mouth.

   After coming up for air, Jenna smiled at me, gazing at me through her
lashes with such a seductive look it was all I could do to control myself.
She pulled at my shirt and I raised my hands so she could pull it over my
head.  Her slender hands ran along my chest, her fingertips tracing the
corded muscle there and circling up to my shoulders and arms.  She squeezed
my biceps and leaned closer so I could hear her practically purring with
pleasure as she felt my muscles jerk in response to her touch.

   Looking into my eyes, she slowly slid down the length of my body,
kissing her way down, trailing her tongue along me till she was on her
knees in front of me.  The cheering of the crowd grew as she undid the
zipper of my pants, then reached an almost thunderous volume of approval
when Jenna enthusiastically popped my cock into her mouth.

   I was blown away.  Here I was, standing naked in front of what was now
almost a hundred watching students (a few of which were my closest
friends), as my girlfriend began to hungrily slide my cock between her
lips. Her eyes never left mine.  Lust and love and hunger danced in them
along with more than a little mischief.  She was loving this.  She was
loving the attention, loving having these people watch her do this.  It was
written all over her face.

   Jenna slurped and sucked on me, warm, thick saliva dribbling from
between her lips and sliding wetly down the length of my meat.  One hand
gripped my shaft, holding it at the base as her lips and tongue worked
their magic on it, the other moving up to slide along the muscles on my
belly, occasionally wandering down to play with the short red-blonde curls
of my pubic hair.  I groaned, leaning back against the railing lest my
knees give out from the intense sensations of Jenna's talented mouth.

   Her lips pulled and sucked at me, stretched tight around my girth.  Her
lovely cheeks were hollowed with the suction she applied as she moaned
around me.  She sank more into her, bumping against the back of her throat
as she bobbed up and down smoothly and quickly.  She gave a light gag but
continued her sucking and slurping without pause.  After a moment she tried
again and the swollen, throbbing head of my dick slid smoothly into the
confines of her throat.

   I shuddered, moaning loudly, my hands tangling in her rich brunet hair
as she slowly but steadily took more of my cock into her throat.  I
couldn't believe this.  She was deepthroating me, just like she had tried
to yesterday.

   Jenna had to pause briefly after an especially heavy gag but she
continued to stubbornly work me deeper, bobbing and slurping on my cock as
she sucked it down.  I stared down at her with wide eyes when her nose
buried in my pubes and her lips suckled at the base of my prick.  The
cheering and whistles of the onlookers grew even louder.  Jenna gave an
extra hard suck, her throat constricting around me, saliva dribbling down
her lips and trailing wetly down the valley between her breasts.

   I moaned as Jenna drew back, pulling my cock from the embrace of her
warm mouth.  She gasped, taking a huge, heaving breath.  A long, thick rope
of drool connected her ripe lips to the head of my cock, then fell away and
landed on her breasts.  Jenna smiled at me wickedly and took advantage of
this, cupping her heavy breasts and lifting them.

   She wrapped them around my spasming shaft, nestling it in the slick
depths of her cleavage.  The saliva dripping down all over her chest
provided adequate lubrication and she glided her soft, pillowy breasts up
and down my cock.

   I grabbed the railing behind me as Jenna smiled up at me, her eyes
impish and lustful.  Her firm, succulent tits pumping up and down my dick.
I reached out with one hand and caressed her face, brushing my thumb across
her warm, wet lips.  The feeling of my cock pumping back and forth in her
cleavage, the soft fleshy sides warm and lush against my shaft, was
undeniably heaven.

   After letting me enjoy the tit-fuck for several long, wonderful moments,
she let her breasts drop and lowered her head once more.  She dragged her
tongue along the length of my cock, licking and kissing at the underside,
the top, tracing a thick vein with the tip of that wonderful tongue of
hers. She swirled her tongue around the fat head before plunging it back
into her mouth.  After several quick bobs she sank down again, slowly,
stuffing my cock into her mouth and back into the confines of her throat.

   "Jesus babe, you're unreal," I grunted.  I felt my balls starting to
tighten.  "I'm gonna cum."

   She looked me in the eye and bobbed her head quickly in response.  My
cock slid in and out of her lips.  The velvety slick walls of her throat
constricted and squeezed the head of my cock and several inches of my shaft
as her tongue wildly slid and slithered around the underside of my meat,
licking and caressing and prodding rapidly.  As my cock filled her throat
she gagged softly, not yet in control of her reflex.  Tears pricked her
eyes.  For a moment I almost stopped her, but the lust and desire in those
shining eyes told me stopping was the last thing she wanted.  Her slurps
grew in volume, wet and hungry sounds that I could hear even over the crowd
around us.  I groaned and gripped the back of her head, my hips thrusting
instinctively.  Jenna gave a loud moaning whimper, sending strong
vibrations up the length of my cock.

   A thick spurt of cum blasted down her throat, prompting Jenna to moan
and suck even harder on my dick.  I released her head and she let my cock
slide from her throat till only the head remained in her mouth.  Her tongue
danced along my flesh as I spurt thickly into her suckling mouth, filling
it with my gooey load.  She stared lovingly into my eyes as I emptied
everything I had to give into the warm embrace of her mouth.  By the time I
had finished, the healthy size of my load had left a trail of spunk
dribbling out one corner of her mouth.

   Jenna pulled back and opened her mouth, showing me and the crowd the
thick cream filling her mouth to the brim.  My shrinking cock gave a jerk
of delight and the crowd cheered wildly as she shut her mouth and made a
swallowing motion.  She smiled up at me, her mouth empty.

   "God, that was incredible," I whispered to her as I helped her to her
feet.  I pulled her to me.  She smiled at me and nuzzled her head against
my neck.

   "You were delicious," she murmured.  I smiled and ran my hand along her
back.

   "I'll return the favor soon," I smiled and winked at her.

   "You'd better," she grinned.

   The teens gathered around us were cheering.  Jenna gave a soft blush and
smiled shyly at me.  Amazing that she was shy and meek after the fact, but
during the blowjob seemed so confident and eager.

   "Wow.  I know I said give us a show, but I hadn't expect that," Theresa
gaped when we rejoined our friends, yielding the `stage' to the next pair
of Program participants to strip.

   "I was horny," Jenna grinned.

   Derik was a deep red and wouldn't say anything.  Amelia was shaking her
head, though she smirked wryly.  She wouldn't meet my eyes.  Andy was
grinning at me and waggling his eyebrows.

   "Who are you and what have you done with my shy and uncomfortable friend
Jenna?" Theresa joked.

   "I let her off her rather short leash for awhile," Jenna replied
smoothly.  "And it allowed her to find the most perfect man in the world,
so I'm thinking about doing away with the leash entirely."

   "Wow.  Guess the Program really does change people," said Andy.

   "Hey, I'm all for more of that," I chuckled.

   "No shit," Theresa grinned.  "Even I didn't get a mouthful at the front
steps of school in my week."

   Jenna laughed and put her arms around my waist.  I squeezed her
shoulder, relishing the feel of her so close and her bare, silky skin
against me.  "Maybe I'm trying to outdo you," she suggested.

   Theresa rolled her eyes.  "Good luck.  You've got to make up for my
appetites outside the Program too."

   "I'll never catch up to that," Jenna grinned.

   "Hey!  Are you saying I'm loose?" Theresa said, putting her hands on her
hips.

   "Here comes the arguement," Derik muttered.

   We all laughed and hurried into the main building.  We walked along,
talking with each other and joking around.  We didn't get very far,
however. A portion of the crowd outside followed us.

   Several guys requested to touch and feel Jenna up, which she allowed.  I
held her hand and smiled as I watched a senior fondle and squeeze her
generous breasts.  He toyed with her thick nipples, lightly tweaking and
pinching them as he marveled at their size and shape.  Another guy played
with her pussy, sliding his fingers along her slick hairless slit, brushing
his thumb against her clit.  His fingers were covered in sticky juices when
he pulled them away.  Someone else requested to knead her ass.  Just before
finishing the guy grinned and ran his finger along the length of her crack,
dipping it in and causing Jenna to squeal softly in surprise.  Through the
whole thing she squeezed my hand as she trembled and moaned from all the
attention.

   Our friends watched without comment as this happened, though Theresa
looked like she was sorely tempted to tease us about the whole thing. 
Jenna continued getting felt up by several requestors.  She wouldn't let
them put their fingers inside her, but she gave them fully permission to
play with her body otherwise.

   I admit to a touch of possessiveness during the whole thing, but I think
it was mostly due to the fact that I wanted to be the one groping all over
her.  For the most part, I actually found my girlfriend's gasps and sighs
of pleasure as so many hands felt along her body pretty arousing.  A few
girls came to fondle and play with my cock, but I was still a bit too spent
from the wonderful blowjob Jenna had just given me, and was only to get
half an erection despite the eroticness of the whole situation.

   The first bell rang and after one or two more requests, we were finally
able to make our way down the halls uninterrupted.

   "You two are awful popular," Amelia commented.

   "Blame her," I grinned, nodding toward Jenna.  She laughed and snuggled
into my side as we walked.

   "Can I help it if I want to publicly show my love for you?" She said,
batting her lashes innocently at me.  I wasn't buying it much.  I was
quickly realizing that underneath it all, Jenna was not so very innocent,
which suited me just fine.

   "Love?  I'd call that a public display of lust, myself," Theresa
grinned.

   Jenna reached down and quickly squeezed my cock, which had me closer to
full hardness than any of the other girls had gotten me.  "I won't deny
that."

   "You two are terrible.  I'm not going to be able to show my face around
school after hanging out with you," Andy snickered.

   "Shut up, Andy, or we'll start making out right now," I smirked.

   "Good idea!" Jenna laughed.

   "Okay, that's it," Theresa giggled.  "I'm bringing a camera to school
tomorrow."

   "Kodak moments," Derik muttered under his breath.  Amelia shoved his
shoulder and laughed.

   We went our separate ways to our different homerooms.  I squeezed Jenna
close, one hand lightly cupping her ass as I kissed her deeply.  Her tongue
teasingly flicked my lips before she slipped out of my arms, eyes shining
impishly.

   "Tease," I accused with a smile.

   "Not-uh," Jenna winked.  She blew me a kiss and then turned and walked
down the hall leading to her homeroom, giggling loudly with Theresa.

   "You two are nuts.  I can't believe how differently both of you are
acting after one day as a couple," Andy shook his head as we entered
homeroom and plopped down in our desks.

   "I can't help it," I smiled.  "I love her.  I can't stop thinking about
her."

   "Love?" Andy repeated, arching a brow.  He whistled softly when I didn't
correct myself.  "That's a big `l' word, that is."

   "Well it's the truth," I said firmly.  "I know it is.  I know it's
crazy, but I do love her.  How could I not?"

   "I hope everything works out," Andy smiled.  He reached out and clasped
my shoulder.  "Congrats, man.  I know you've been wanting a girl for a
long, long time."

   "Thanks," I smiled.  "It was completely worth the wait.  I never figured
I'd really find the girl I was looking for, but lo and behold, there she
is, and she actually likes me.  I'm waiting to wake up."

   Andy pinched me hard enough to make me curse.  He just laughed at the
glaring I gave him.

   "Just do me a favor," he said, sobering suddenly, his face serious.  "Be
careful.  I know she seems like the world right now...and I'm sure you two
will be really happy together.  But you never know what can happen.  So
just...don't let your guard down all the way is all I'm saying."

   I nodded slowly.  If it had been anyone but Andy telling me this, I
probably would have been mad and told them to fuck off and mind their own
business.  But from Andy, I knew the words meant something.  He was
speaking from experience, after all.

   "I told you I'd learn from what happened to you, didn't I?" I said
softly.

   Andy nodded.  One of his hands came up to tug at his thin goatee.

   "I meant it," I told him.  "I know shit can go wrong, and I'm watching
for it.  I don't think it's going to happen.  She just doesn't seem the
type.  But I know appearances aren't always accurate, either."

   "Yeah," Andy said distractedly.  He shook his head bitterly, then shook
off the unhappy memories.  "So you left home, huh?  Jesus, man.  I can't
believe your Mom accused you of that shit."

   "I know," I sighed.  "I'm glad to be out of there.  I didn't realize how
bad she had been working on me and making me a wreck till I made myself
leave."

   "Yeah," Andy nodded.  "I'm glad you're out of there.  I could tell
living with her was really making you miserable."

   "More than miserable," I confessed.  "I'm pretty sure it was severely
damaging me emotionally and mentally.  I still feel pissed about the whole
thing, even now that I`m out of there."

   "I don't think it'll go away just like that," Andy mused.  "It's
probably going to take awhile for you to deal with it and work through all
that anger and pain."

   "Yeah...I know.  I'm just glad I've got a handle on it," I told him.

   "You wouldn't hurt anyone.  I know that.  You know that."

   "I know," I smiled.  "I'm too much of a pussy."

   "It's a good thing, man," Andy smiled.  "That's one of the things I
admire so much about you, Sam.  You're a strong guy.  Hell, you're a
dangerous guy.  If you wanted you could really hurt someone.  But you never
would, because you're too good of a guy." I smirked.  "I'm a softie, what
can I say.  But don't let anyone know or they'll think I'm a pushover."

   "You beat the shit out of three football players at once.  No one's
going to think you're a pushover," Andy chuckled.

   "Luck," I replied, and wouldn't say anything else.  I didn't want to
think about them.

   The bell rang and we left homeroom.

   "See you at lunch," I said as I waved to him.

   "Don't do nothing I wouldn't do," Andy grinned.

   "Which isn't all too much," I laughed.

   "Exactly!"

   I walked down the hall and found Jenna outside of her homeroom.  She
sauntered over to me and wrapped her arms around me, giggling softly as I
dipped her and kissed her softly, relishing the feel of her soft, plump
lips.  She was so sexy.

   I held Jenna's hand and we hurried to Psychology.  I felt good about the
world.  Somehow the simple act of holding her hand tight as she walked
beside me felt right and wonderful.

   "I told Theresa we had sex," Jenna mentioned as we walked down the hall.

   "Oh?  What did she say?"

   "She spent half the time asking all about it and wanting to know all the
`juicy details', and the other half complaining about how unfair it was
that I get you while she's stuck being single."

   I laughed and squeezed her hand.  A girl stopped us and requested to
touch my chest.  Jenna smiled at me, watching as the girl caressed and
stroked my chest, her fingers moving up to my shoulders to trace the path
of muscle under my skin.

   "Poor Theresa needs a man," I chuckled.

   Jenna giggled and tossed a lock of hair back over her shoulder, a
deliciously sensual and graceful motion I wished she would do again just so
I could have the joy of watching it.

   "Hey, Theresa's had plenty of boyfriends over the last few years.  I
think it's about time I got a turn."

   "I couldn't agree more," I smiled.  The blushing girl (probably a
freshman) thanked me and we walked on.  "As long as that boyfriend's me, of
course."

   "We'll see," Jenna smiled coyly.  "I'm working the field.  You'll have
to prove you're better than the other three boyfriends I have right now."

   I chuckled and leaned in to poke her in the ribs, which caused her to
giggle and squirm.  Which in turn caused me to grin widely and aggressively
tickle her sides.

   "Stop!" Jenna gasped, squirming away from me.  "That's not fair!"

   "How's that not fair?" I asked as we halted for a moment outside the
classroom for psychology.

   "Because.  I'm naked," Jenna replied.

   "And I'm not?" I chuckled.

   "Yes, you are, but you're not ticklish like me," she explained.

   "All the more reason for me to take advantage of the situation," I
grinned.

   Jenna rolled her eyes and pushed at my chest before whirling and walking
into the classroom.  She spun so quickly her thick hair almost hit me in
the face.

   I walked in behind her, laughing softly.  I put my arms around her
shoulders, squeezing her tightly.

   "None of that," Mr.  Gouski warned as he spotted us.  He smirked and
didn't seem surprised in the least by our closeness.  "PDA and all that."

   I think Jenna and I rolled our eyes at exactly the same time.  "That's
stupid," I said.  "So I can make Jenna publicly orgasm in front of the
entire class as my Program partner, but I can't hold her as my girlfriend
before the class is even here to see?"

   "Pretty much," Mr.  Gouski nodded.  "Hey, I don't make the rules.  Hell,
I don't even agree with them.  But I do have to follow them.  I break too
many of them as it is.  There are some parents after my job."

   Jenna shook her head.  "They won't get rid of you, Mr.  Gouski.  For
every student who doesn't like you there are fifty who would burn the
school down if you got canned."

   "Yeah.  And we know a pyro who could set it up real well, too," I
grinned.

   Jenna giggled and reached up to flick my nose.

   "Thanks guys, but I'm not worried about it," Mr.  Gouski smirked.  "If
they want to fire me they can go ahead.  I'll just find another school to
spread my evil at.  I've already got back-ups in place in case something
should ever happen to my job here.  Now you two should separate."

   I gave him a blank look.  "You're being serious?"

   Mr.  Gouski gave us an almost apologetic look.  Almost.  "Afraid so. 
Like I said, I break a lot of rules as it is.  And I need to save my
rule-breaking for stuff that really needs to be broken."

   "Fine.  Jenna, I request to feel you up."

   Jenna arched a brow, then giggled and grinned at me.  "Okay, granted."

   I cupped the underside of her breasts and gave Mr.  Gouski a wry look.
"There, this is acceptable right?"

   Mr.  Gouski shook his head but looked amused.  "Not much I can say about
that.  It seemed like a reasonable request to me."

   So the Psychology class came into the room to find me tweaking at
Jenna's nipples.  She clung to me, gasping softly, murmuring words of love
and lust into my ear as I lightly pulled at one thick nub, watching in
amused and aroused fascination as the heavy orb of her breasts stretched
slightly, following the nipple outward.  My fingers squeezed at the soft,
full flesh, kneading it, squeezing it, lifting it up into my hand and
playing with its weightiness.  I traced her wide pink areola, larger than a
silver dollar, capping off the voluptuous swell of her breast.  As my
finger traced it, her areola and nipple crinkled and tightened.  As her
nipple grew hard as a bullet and projected even farther outward her areola
shrank slightly and soft ridges and goose-bumps formed on the wide circles.

   "I take it one of you is going to need relief," Mr.  Gouski spoke.  He
was sitting at his desk, one elbow propped against it with his head resting
in his hand as he watched us with amusement.

   "I do," Jenna said shakily, the end of her words cut short as she
struggled to contain a gasp from my hand brushing between her firm, thick
thighs.

   "Well hurry it up then, we've got a lot to do today," Mr.  Gouski
replied.  He shook his head and rolled his eyes, which set the class to
laughing.

   I grabbed a chair for Jenna and lowered her down into it.  I sank my
face to her breasts, running my tongue up the length of her cleavage, which
took a moment to accomplish due to the sheer volume and length of it.  My
lips found her nipple and took it between them.  I suckled softly, my
tongue flicking across the tip.  Jenna's hands rose to slide through my
coppery curls, her short but neat nails lightly scratching my scalp.  I
could've actually about gone to sleep right then.  For a short moment, the
eroticness and naughtiness of the whole situation faded.  Her fingers in my
hair, massaging my scalp, my lips around her nipple and the swell of her
breasts in my face...I felt completely lulled and relaxed.  I would've
given anything to spend about an hour like that.

   Then a soft whimper of pleasure from Jenna reminded me what I was
supposed to be doing.  The pressure of my suction around the throbbing
nipple increased as my tongue lashed at it firmly.  One hand moved to
squeeze and cup Jenna's free breast as the other slid between her thighs.
My girlfriend eagerly splayed her legs for me, opening them as widely as
she could and giving me full access to her juicy pussy.

   And juicy it was.  Within moments of caressing and stimulating her
crotch my fingers were covered in juices.  Jenna moaned, squirming and
trying to press her pussy more firmly into my fondling hand as she cradled
my head, pulling my face deeper still into her bosom.

   I swirled my tongue around the pink nipple and cupped Jenna's plump
mound.  My two middle fingers probed between her slightly spread, engorged
lips.  I loved diddling her.  The feel of her silky, sticky flesh against
my fingertips and the sounds of her gasps and whimpers of pleasure
encouraged and excited me immensely.  I circled her clit with my thumb. 
Jenna jumped as I brushing it lightly every few moments.  I continued
teasing her, baiting her, trying to build her excitement and anticipating
as I switch breasts and slid my tongue along the roundness of Jenna's ripe
tit.  The flesh was so soft and tender on the surface that it yielded to
the pressure of my tongue.  I marveled at it.  How could a breast be so
soft and pliant, yet so firm and shapely and round underneath?

   My two fingers found her soaked hole and slid inside with a moist
squelch.  I looked up into Jenna's face as I did it; I had heard girls tend
to be sore after the first time they had sex, and hurting her was the last
thing I wanted.  But only pleasure and lust and love were in her face.  She
tossed her thick hair, making it dance and fall over her shoulders.  Her
hair fell across her face, a curtain of dark silk playfully hiding her
eyes. Her full lips were parted and she breathed out heavily, causing her
breasts to jiggle in my face.

   I found her nipple again and devoured it, hungrily sucking and licking
at it, tasting Jenna's flesh and pulling at it with my lips.  My hand
squeezed and massaged her aching tit while my other hand pumped my fingers
into the drooling opening between her legs.  I set a firm but deep pace as
I pumped the two digits into Jenna's warm passage, shivering at the
imagined feel of that wonderful tunnel wrapped around my cock.  I lightly
twisted my fingers inside her, experimenting and trying out different ways
of filling her, watching her reaction closely.  She seemed to especially
like it when I pulled my fingers out of her, dragging the tips along the
roof of her pussy as I did so.

   Jenna must have been extremely horny, because it took only a few minutes
to start orgasming.  She screamed out as loud and intensely as she always
did.  I circled my thumb to her clit and rubbed it firmly, pressing against
it to make her cum harder as my fingers pumped rapidly in and out of her
clinging hole.  Experimentally I ever so lightly bit at her nipple, giving
a feather-light nip with my teeth.  She gasped and pulled my head even more
firmly into her breast.  Encouraged, I nibbled a bit more firmly.  Jenna's
other hand gripped at my back, not scratching, but pulling and grabbing at
my muscle, trying to draw me closer and closer as her hips jerked and
spasmed, grinding on my hand.

   She didn't go into the rush of multiple orgasms she had the past two
days, but her orgasm seemed to last forever, stretching endlessly.  By half
way through she had flopped back in the chair, her arms falling limply
about me.  Her screams turned into one long, extended groan, and I would've
thought she had finished completely if not for the way her hips continued
to desperately writhe against my pumping fingers.  I didn't stop until she
weakly groaned and pushed my hand away.

   I sat up, gazing down at her and smiling softly.  Her eyes were shut and
she was panting heavily.  Every few moments a slight twitch jerked through
her frame.  She was glistening with sweat.

   I pulled her into an up-right sitting position as the classroom erupted
with as much noise as the number of students gathered could possibly
generate.  I ignored the whistles and catcalls, gently caressing Jenna's
slick face as I looked worriedly into her eyes.

   "Jenna, are you alright?  Are you okay, babe?"

   Jenna took a deep, shaky breath, and smiled weakly at me.  "What do you
think?"

   "I dunno," I said, unable to stop from grinning slightly.  "That was a
bit different from what you've done before."

   "Yeah," Jenna agreed.  She stood up and immediately sagged against me. I
held her up and helped her into a new chair.  "But it was great.  I
wouldn't mind just one orgasm if they could all be like that."

   I grabbed a towel and wiped off the juicy puddle Jenna had left behind.
She blushed but smiled into the kiss I gave her before I sat down myself.

   Mr.  Gouski stepped out from behind his desk.  He glanced at us, at the
class, then at the machine we'd been using for our little experiments.  He
shook his head without a word and went to sit back down behind his desk
with a long, drawn out sigh.  The class about laughed its collective ass
off.

   When the class finally settled Mr.  Gouski stood back up and walked to
the machine we'd been using.  "Well, it's just as well Jenna chose relief
today and you didn't have time to get any yourself, Sam," he said.

   "Today we'll be doing something much like we did yesterday.  For those
who haven't been paying attention and don't remember, there is a purpose to
this experiment we're doing.  Sam and Jenna seem to have substantial
emotional ties, maybe because of their being partners and having to support
each other so heavily.  We want to know if that emotional and mental factor
has anything to do with arousal, and if it does, if it is more or less
influential than mere physical arousal.  "If Jenna is more-less a typical
example of what we can expect from a female, then we now know that mental
arousal is just as powerful, and often even more powerful, than physical
arousal in the case of women.  Now we want to see if the same can be said
about men."

   One of the students, a junior named Beth Toland, raised her hands and
Mr. Gouski nodded for her to speak.

   "Um, isn't it pretty safe to say the whole mental horniness thing won't
work on Sam like it did on Jenna?  Don't guys just think with their
things?"

   Mr.  Gouski smirked and shrugs.  "Is that true?  Do we know that for
sure?"

   "I thought it was pretty common knowledge," the girl replied.

   "And is common knowledge always correct?" Mr.  Gouski challenged.  I
could see a rant coming on.

   "No," Beth shrugged.  "So is it wrong this time?"

   "Maybe, maybe not," Mr.  Gouski grinned.  "That's what we want to find
out today.

   "I'll need to a volunteer to help Sam stimulate Sam.  Same routine as
yesterday more-less."

   The number of hands that went up surprised me, almost all the girls in
class.

   "Ah, Beth.  Since you're nice and outspoken today, why don't you go
ahead and come up here?" Mr.  Gouski nodded.  Beth jumped up and came to
the front of the class.  She didn't look like the type to volunteer for
this kind of task to me; medium length, simple hair held back in a knot, a
pretty if somewhat plain face, modest clothing, and a fairly thick pair of
glasses.  She wasn't a nerd, exactly, but she certainly did have a look of
intelligence about her, and if the questions and comments she raised in
class were any indication, the look fit.  But hers had been one of the
hands raised.

   I sat down in one of the chairs at the front of the class room and spoke
quietly with Jenna as Mr.  Gouski hooked me up to the machine.  I looked
over her face, wondering how she felt about this, but all she showed me was
a smile and the playful twinkle that lit her eyes so often if one only took
the time to look.

   "Okay then," Mr.  Gouski spoke after he finished setting his machine up.
"We'll go a tad faster than we did yesterday.  Men don't really respond to
the more subtle erogenous zones as well as women, and I don't want to run
out of time again.  So if you don't mind, Jenna, begin stimulating Sam. 
Manipulate his genitals and bring him to an erection."

   Jenna smiled at me and knelt at my feet.  She winked at me and
suppressed a giggle.  She was so sexy.  Her delicate hand wrapped around my
soft dick and gave it a squeeze.  She began to lightly, gently tug at my
shaft, jacking me off and lightly caressing the soft flesh.  I shivered,
gazing at her.  She met my eyes fully, letting me see the depth of love and
affection there, and the pleasure simmering just below the surface at what
she was doing.  I loved those eyes.  Even though Jenna had come out of her
shell considerably over the last several days, she still held herself back
sometimes, keeping the full range of her feelings and expressiveness from
her face and body language.

   But not those eyes.  Those eyes always said so much more of what she was
thinking and feeling.  Did everyone see such depth and feeling in them, or
was it just me?  Or was it just me she allowed to see fully?  I didn't
know, but it filled me with love and want.  Staring into Jenna's dark,
expressive eyes, combined with the not unpleasant hand job she was giving
me, should have been more than enough to get me hard.

   Apparently, however, it wasn't.  Jenna arched a brow at me when my cock
hardened only a little bit even after several moments of her attention. 
"Having some stage fright, Sweetie?"

   I chuckled even though I was blushing deeply.  "I think I still haven't
recovered from being drained this morning," I explained.

   Jenna smirked and scooted back.  "Men."

   "Hmm," Mr.  Gouski muttered.  "I...hadn't quite expected this to be a
problem."

   The class tittered.  I was pretty sure some of the guys were snickering
at me, and I saw at least one girl covering her mouth with her hand as she
laughed.  I turned extremely red.

   "May I try?" Beth spoke.

   Mr.  Gouski shrugged.  "May as well, or we might not have an experiment
to do today." He turned a withering gaze in my direction.  "You students
and your silly relief are always ruining things."

   "Hey, this is my first class today and I haven't even had relief,
remember?"

   "Don't think I don't know what tends to happen before school.  I'm not
stupid," Mr.  Gouski replied.

   The class laughed quietly as Beth dropped to her knees in front of me
just as Jenna had done.  She took my cock in her hand and toyed with it,
caressing it, pumping it slowly and lightly, trying to coax some life into
it.  Her hands were even slimmer than Jenna's, but her fingers were
shorter. Her fingers had plenty of room to wrap around my flaccidness.  My
dick swelled slightly, but stubbornly remained unerect even after several
moments of her sensual attention.

   I was as confused as she was when she stopped.  I was a teenage boy.  My
cock was getting felt up by two very lovely girls, one of whom I loved more
than anything in the world and happened to be my girlfriend.  And no
erection?  That didn't quite add up.

   "Maybe he's tired?" Beth suggested with a helpless shrug.

   "This is what overexposure gets you," Mr.  Gouski sighed dramatically.
The class tittered once again.  I turned an even darker red than before.  I
wanted nothing more than to crawl into a corner and die, painfully if
necessary, but mercifully unnoticed.  Being nude with an erection in front
of a whole class of my peers was humiliating enough.  Being nude and unable
to get an erection...that was mortifying on an entirely new level.  I was
starting to regret that blowjob this morning.

   Jenna glanced up at me, sympathy and worry written on her face.  She
gazed at me and smiled after a moment.  She glanced at Mr.  Gouski.

   "Let me try something."

   Without waiting for permission she knelt in front of me again.  She
gripped the base of my cock with her thumb and forefinger and encompassed
the rest in the embrace of her slick mouth.  I gasped, almost jumping out
of my seat in surprise.  She held me steady, her lips sucking softly at my
dick as she caressed it with her tongue.  I stared at her, watching as she
suckled me.  The warmth around my shaft was heaven.  The slick, caressing
wiggle of her tongue up and down my length and slowly swirling along the
sides was a pleasure unlike anything else.  Jenna began to bob up and down,
a soft slurping noise coming from her moist lips gliding along my flesh.  I
reached down to pull the hair dangling in my lap aside, tucking it behind
her ear.

   Moments later Jenna drew back, sucking firmly as she drew away.  When my
cock popped free from her mouth it throbbed at full length and was swelling
fiercely as if demanding further attention.

   "Well, when you do come say hi, you certainly do say hi, don't you?"
Jenna whispered to me.  She winked and settled back a bit.

   "Well, I guess that works," Mr.  Gouski chuckled.  "Maybe he just needs
a heavier level of stimulation today.  Is this okay with you, Beth?"

   "Sure," Beth replied.  She scooted a bit closer and nudged her glasses
higher on the bridge of her nose, then glanced at Mr.  Gouski for
instructions.

   "Jenna, go ahead and continue with him a bit further, I need a bit more
time for an accurate read-out."

   "Sure," Jenna purred as she slid my cock deep into her mouth again.

   "Don't go too heavy on him, we need him to last.  Just mildly stimulate
him for now," Mr.  Gouski instructed.

   Jenna gazed up at me with a look of clear disappointment, but did as she
was told.  She only took the first three inches or so of my cock into her
mouth and sucked lightly, the barest hint of her lips drawn against my
flesh, making me tingle at the feathery sensation.  I wondered if this was
anything like what those light caresses felt like on her back.  I enjoyed
it, that much was sure.  Her tongue teasingly poked and licked at me here
and there, breaking off for several moments before descending to lap at the
underside of my cock again, then moved up to the head, tracing my swollen
crown before quickly swirling around the head and disengaging again.  He
slender hand gripped the base of my cock as she suckled lightly on the head
and the top portion of the shaft.  Her fingers squeezed and massaged at it
and once or twice strayed down to lightly caress my balls, her fingertips
sliding along my scrotum to feel the swollen roundness of its contents.

   I bit my lip to keep from protesting in disappointment when Mr.  Gouski
called Jenna to a halt.

   "Here's what we're looking at thus far," he informed the class.  "Jenna
has brought Sam to a high level of arousal.  That's expected, of course. 
We all know that men reach higher levels of arousal than women much sooner
during sexual acts.  We'll continue and see how he responds in comparison
with Beth."

   Jenna winked at me and scooted aside.  I stared into her face for a
moment to see if there was any sign of jealousy or discomfort, but I could
see none.  Beth took Jenna's place and, after glancing up at me and wetting
her lips, her face descended to my crotch.

   Where Jenna had taken me immediately into the embrace of her mouth, Beth
took a few moments to explore me first.  Her tongue extended and first
licked along my head, tasting the slight dribble of pre-cum.  She nodded
slowly, her tongue tracing her lips.  Then her mouth slipped lower and her
tongue dragged from the base of my shaft all the way up the underside, a
firm, slow, wet lick with the flat of her tongue that seemed to last
forever but was over far too soon for my liking.  It left me shivering.  I
would definitely have to suggest that particular move to Jenna.

   Beth slipped my cock between her lips and began to suck and slurp on me,
using a light, almost cautious pressure similar to what Jenna had used.  I
tried not to squirm as I wished I could feel the full force of her suction.
Her moist tongue glided along my dick, swirling around, pressing to the
muscled underside of my meat.  How frickin' lucky was I?  I was sitting in
the middle of the class getting blown by a cute girl I hardly knew, and my
girlfriend was sitting just inches away wearing nothing but a smile on her
face and a naughty gleam in her eyes.

   At Mr.  Gouski's signal Beth slipped my cock from her mouth, a thread of
saliva or possibly pre-cum stretching between the tip of my cock and her
lips.

   "Beth has Sam pretty aroused as well," Mr.  Gouski reported to the
class. "When compared against the arousal level Jenna produced, Sam is a
bit less aroused.  Which would imply what?"

   "Jenna's better at giving blowjobs?" one student suggested.

   "Not what I was going for," Mr.  Gouski glared at him.  The class
tittered but fell silent shortly.

   "Anyone else?" Mr.  Gouski sat facing the class, his fingers tapping the
arm of his chair.

   "Come on, anyone?" He asked after the silence had become ridiculously
long.

   Beth raised her hand.

   "Let's make someone else answer," Mr.  Gouski told her quietly.  He
glanced and Jenna and I and smirked.  "Maybe having my three reliably
answering students up here at once wasn't such a good idea."

   Finally one of the guys extended his hand and mumbled, "Sam's into Jenna
and closer to her...so...he's responding more to her because she's more in
his head?"

   "That's the idea," Mr.  Gouski nodded, a pleased smile on his face. 
"Very good.  Glad someone at least is paying attention.  Now, how can we
further test to see if it is indeed Jenna herself who is arousing Sam more
than Beth?"

   "Maybe blindfold him like we did Jenna?" A female students suggested.

   "Very good.  We'll go ahead and do that then."

   I swallowed heavily as Mr.  Gouski pulled the blindfold out of his desk
drawer.  I had never much liked being unable to see.  It wasn't a phobia or
anything, but I was probably less comfortable with my eyesight gone than
the typical person.  The fact that I was going to be totally blinded while
naked in front of an entire class full of students only made it worse.  It
was like some kind of freakish nightmare double-whammy.  I took a deep
breath and tried to keep myself calm.  At least Jenna was here with me.  I
could feel her sitting just a foot or so away.  I took some comfort in her
sharing this with me.  She'd been able to go through this yesterday without
complaint or freaking out, and so would I.  She gave me a final,
encouraging smile as Mr.  Gouski slipped the blindfold on.

   After the initial moment of tenseness and disorientation at having my
sight taken away, it wasn't so bad.  I forced the tension from my body and
sagged back into the chair, willing myself to be as relaxed and loose as
possible.

   "Now if you two will stand up and move around some so Sam doesn't know
which of you is which, we'll go ahead and see what we find."

   The two girls walked away a bit and after a few moments came back.  I
felt them kneel almost on either side of me, but I had no idea which was
which.

   "Okay, before we start, when each of you go, be sure not to let Sam feel
any part of your body touching him other than your face or hands. 
Otherwise he'll be able to tell who is who by the feel of skin or clothes,
and that will throw the results off.  The girl on his left, go ahead.  Use
as much pressure or touch as you like, don't hold back too much."

   The first girls lips pressed to the head of my cock, giving it a firm,
juicy kiss.  Her tongue swirled around the head as she slipped it into her
mouth and gave it a suckle.  A hand wrapped around the base of my dick and
squeezed.  My shaft slowly disappeared between the soft lips, slipping in
several inches.  I suppressed a moan as the slick, wiggling tongue swirled
and danced around my flesh.  It poked, prodded, and pressed here and there
with the tip before taking a long sweep with the broad flat.  In moments
the underside of my cock was bathed in warm, wet saliva.  The lips caressed
and massaged at my dick and I could feel the steady and firm suction,
making me feel as if the girl was drawing me into the embrace of her mouth
with the power of that suction alone.

   Getting a blowjob without being able to see who was doing it was a
pretty powerful experience.  It was even more intense for the fact that I
literally didn't know who it was giving it to me.  Sure, I knew it was one
girl or the other, but which one I couldn't have said on my life just then.
I had figured I would be able to tell; when I could see who it was, I could
pick out distinct differences between the way that Jenna had handled me and
the way Beth had.  But now I couldn't be so sure.  I had no visual aid to
guide me, and my cock was so sensitive it almost felt like the whole thing
was being touched and pleasured and sucked on instead of specific parts. 
It was difficult to pin down any one sensation, and even more so to try and
attribute the sensation to one girl or the other.

   I groaned softly and tried to keep my hips rooted to the chair.  The
urge to pump my cock deeper between those lips, to thrust into the warm
comfort of the mouth around me was overwhelming and took all my will to
resist.  The girl started bobbing her head up and down on me, quick,
shallow strokes in and out of her mouth.  Her tongue continued swirling all
around my cock, keeping it slick with saliva and making the passage in and
out of her lips easier.  It drove me completely wild.  My cock seemed so
much more sensitive without my eyes.  I guess what they said about your
senses making up for one being disabled was true.

   Mr.  Gouski called the girl to a halt and I let out a shaky sigh.  Wow.
That had been intense.  I hadn't expected it to feel quite that exciting. I
could get over the uncomfortableness of being blindfolded if this is what
came with it.

   "Well, the readings are pretty high now," Mr.  Gouski chuckled.  He was
enjoying this, I know he was.  Not enjoying the sex-show (though he may
have been, who knows).  He was enjoying the opportunity to torture me and
get away with it.

   "The girl on Sam's right can go now."

   My body tensed as the next girl began her turn.  A moist, wonderfully
soft tongue circled the head of my cock and then dragged down the length of
it, a slow tracing with the tip along my flesh.  Half way down the girl
began to zigzag along, occasionally licking at the swollen sides before
return to the underside.  Her tongue and lips reached the base of my cock
and continued downward.  The lips kissed at my scrotum and a slender hand
came up to cup my testicles.  My cock jumped as the warm mouth enveloped
one ball and then the other, gentle, tenderly sucking and caressing it with
that warm wiggling tongue.

   Moments passed and all I could hear in the darkness was the soft suckle
of the mouth lavishing attention on my balls.  I wasn't really big on
having my nuts played with, but I was far, far from complaining.  The girl
moved up from my balls but her hand continued to cradle and massage my
scrotum.  The tongue swept quickly back up my cock before the warm mouth
enveloped me.  My leg jerked unconsciously.  This was insane.  It was
driving me completely nuts.  My cock thrust forward, my hips working for a
moment before I could get them under control again.  The girl moaned
softly, the vibrations adding a whole new level to my pleasure.

   She took me deep, her tongue sliding enthusiastically along my length. I
was going out of my mind with pleasure as I felt the head of my cock
lightly press to the back of her throat.  She started bobbing up and down,
taking me consistently that far back but not swallowing me.  I felt the
slickness of her saliva coating my shaft, letting it slide in and out
easily between the tightly clinging lips.  She alternated the speed of her
bobbing every few moments, her head going rapidly up and down in my lap one
moment and then slowly, luxuriously sliding my throbbing meat in and out of
her lips.  The mix of sensation, fast and slow, deep and shallow, in and
out...It was hard not to squirm with the pleasure of it all.

   Mr.  Gouski called her to a halt.  I felt the girl give one last purring
moan and then draw my cock out of her mouth.  She sucked firmly, deeply as
she did so, going slow about it, letting me feel one last drawn out moment
of heaven's embrace before I slid free.  I had an inkling I knew who number
two was, but one could never be totally sure when one couldn't see a damn
thing.

   "Okay, give me a moment...right." Mr.  Gouski shifted in his chair.  Or
at least I think it was him.  It was just as likely someone in the front
row.  "According to these readouts the two girls both got a very strong
level of arousal from Mr.  Peterson.  There's a wide enough margin to call
one higher than the other, however."

   He took a dramatic pause.  He was such a dorky teacher.  "And Jenna wins
it."

   Several students murmured.  With me straining to hear anything I could
in the darkness, I could make out several mutterings of `the whole thing's
fixed'.  Hmm.  Well, it was possible that Mr.  Gouski had rigged the
machines or something, but I certainly wasn't in the loop.  I still wasn't
even 100% certain which girl Jenna had even been, though I did suspect.

   "So, does anyone here think this is good evidence to suggest that
arousal may be a largely mental and emotional process?" Mr.  Gouski asked.

   Several moments of dead silence.  Nothing like the silence of a room
full of high-schoolers who've been asked a simple, straight-faced question.

   "Sam and Jenna both got more aroused by each other even when they didn't
know who it was, right?" Mr.  Gouski tried again.  The class muttered an
affirmative.

   "We can't say this is conclusive evidence.  We can't even really say
this is a very solid finding," Mr.  Gouski lectured.  "There are too many
variables and too many things we aren't controlling well enough, and we've
only tried this out on two people.  But what findings we do have seem to be
pretty closely matched.  Also, that the effects are similar, if not quite
identical, between both a male and a female would suggest that this
capacity for mental and emotional arousal is wired into both sexes.  Now
why would that be?"

   "Maybe so that both the male and the female will be on a similar wave
length or something?" No telling who that was.

   "How so?" Mr.  Gouski replied.

   "Uh...so like, it won't just all be one or the other feeling more than
just physical arousal from it.  So that they'll both be aroused mentally
and emotionally?"

   "And what purpose might that serve?" Mr.  Gouski asked.

   The student fell silent.  Another spoke up a moment later, suggesting,
"So that there would be more of a drive for humans to mate for life?"

   "Hmm," Mr.  Gouski muttered.  "That could be.  There may be any number
of reasons why both men and women were wired this way.  It certainly says
something for our capacity to find intimacy appealing over just random
non-committed sex, doesn't it?"

   "But don't a lot of people have sex like that, too?" a guy asked.

   "Well yes, but everyone is different, right?  If that's true, then maybe
that wiring for emotional and cognitive arousal is stronger in some people
than in others.  Which means if you're not a person strongly wired toward
emotional arousal, non-committed sex will be more appealing for you."

   "Hey, um...can I take this blindfold off?" I ventured.  The class
laughed.  I grinned sheepishly and tried not to blush.

   "Not just yet, there's one last thing we want to look into," Mr.  Gouski
spoke over the classes tittering.  "This doesn't really lend itself all too
strongly to the experiment, but we did it with Jenna so we may as well do
it with you too.  This time I want you to focus as hard as you can and see
if you can tell which is Jenna and which is Beth.

   "Uh, okay..." I muttered.  Geez.  If Jenna could tell which was me and I
couldn't tell which was her I was going to look like an ass.  Mr.  Gouski
was doing this on purpose, I just knew it.

   He quieted the class down and muttered to himself for a moment, probably
messing with the machine.  "Okay," he said.  "You go first."

   Heaven descended upon me again, only this time I had to focus and
analyze things too much to enjoy the sensations to the fullest.  Not that
it mattered, it was still awesome.  The girl sucking on me was going to
town, really working at my cock.  Her mouth slid up and down my shaft,
taking it in and out with deep, moist strides.  She slurped firmly, making
a wonderful wet noise that made me shiver in desire.  I tried to focus on
the sensation, trying to find a giveaway that was clearly one girl or the
other.  This was going to be impossible.  I was too distracted by the
pleasure to focus on anything!

   After several moments of sucking and slurping on my meat, her tongue
sliding wildly along my flesh and driving me crazy, the girl pulled my cock
out of her mouth and ran her tongue all over it, coating it with saliva.  I
could feel her pause with my cock at her lips and take a deep breath before
she took it back into her mouth.  Deeper this time, pulling my cock slowly
but steadily to the back of her mouth.  I groaned loudly as I felt the head
of my cock slide down her throat.  Then more.  And more.  Inch by inch my
cock slid deep into the confines of the girls esophagus.  A soft, short gag
made her throat squeeze and convulse around my shaft and head.

   I almost came right there.  The girls throat spasmed and wrapped slickly
around my cock, rhythmically massaging at it.  The sound of the soft,
gentle gag came to my ears.  For some reason that sound was very sexy to
me. I couldn't explain it, but it made my cock jerk in excitement.

   When she gagged I expected her to stop her attempt at throating me.  But
she only took me deeper, sucking my meat down until her lips were wrapped
around the base of me.  The soft gagging continued but didn't seem to be
making her too uncomfortable.  My knuckles ached, I was gripping the chair
so hard.  It was all I could do not to tangle my fingers in the girls hair.
After several moments she pulled back, sliding her mouth backward and
letting my cock slide free of her throats embrace before sliding it back in
to the hilt.  Before long she was bobbing her head up and down on me just
as she had before, taking me to the root each time, a slow, steady, deep
rhythm that reminded me of how it had felt to fuck Jenna.

   "Shit, I'm gonna cum," I warned.  It was just too much.

   The girl sucking on me moaned loudly and didn't slow her pace.  The
moaning and mewling caused her throat to constrict around me even harder
than before, vibrating along the length of my shaft and making my head
swell.  My body tensed and I felt my balls tighten in overwhelming
pleasure.

   I gave another groan as the first thick shot of my cum blasted down the
girls throat.  She moaned louder than before and bobbed her head up and
down on me.  I splattered her throat with the next two gooey spurts.  By
the fourth load the girl had drawn back so that the head of my cock was
back in the embrace of her mouth instead of her throat.  Several more
spurts coated her mouth with thick cream.

   I let out a shaky breath as I sank back into my chair.  I felt the girl
swallow, my cock still locked in the tight seal of her lips.  She slid
back, slowly, firmly, her lips caressing my cock as it came free of her, as
if sad to see it go.  My cock came free with a loud pop and she planted a
soft kiss on the softening head of my prick.  The students had been
cheering encouragingly for the past several minutes.

   "Sorry," I mumbled, sure that Mr.  Gouski was glaring darkly at me.

   "Dammit, Sam, couldn't you have told her you were getting close so she
could've slowed down?"

   "It snuck up on me," I replied, sure I was dark red.

   "Well now we'll have to wait till tomorrow to see if Sam can tell one
girl from the other," Mr.  Gouski muttered.

   "Don't worry about it," I replied as I reached back to untie the
blindfold.  "I already know that was Jenna."

   I pulled the blindfold away and blinked several times.  Wow.  It was
suddenly very bright.

   "You sure about that?" Mr.  Gouski raised his brows at me.

   "Yeah," I said.  "When I really paid attention I could recognize several
things she normally does.  I can`t really tell the feel of one mouth being
different from another, but I know the kind of things she tries to do when
she gives a blowjob, and she did them just now."

   "Well, how about that," Mr.  Gouski whistled.  "You two are something
else.  You must be very in-tune with one another if you can recognize each
other so well."

   "I'll take that as a compliment," I chuckled.

   Mr.  Gouski glanced at his watch.  "Well, that'll about wrap it up
today. I'll figure out something to do tomorrow that will keep us engaged,
but don't worry too much about anything too difficult.  I'll be checking
your notes over the past few days to see if you`ve been paying any
attention, though."

   One or two students groaned at that.  How exactly were they supposed to
take notes over what we'd done?  I guess just writing down the results from
each little experiment?  I was glad to be out of taking notes for once.

   "Have a good day and I'll see you all tomorrow," Mr.  Gouski said over
the ringing of the bell.  The students gathered their things and started to
leave.

   "That was...interesting," I muttered as I grabbed my book bag and stood.

   "It was fun," Jenna smiled playfully at me.  "I got to have you at my
mercy this time."

   "At least your mercy was...er...merciful," I replied.  I took her hand
in mine and gave it a squeeze.  She stepped close and I kissed her on the
cheek.  "You were great."

   Jenna gave me a coy look.  "Yeah.  And I don't guess having another girl
sucking all over you was half bad either, huh?"

   I glanced at Beth as she left.  She looked back and waved at Jenna and I
both, smiling slightly.  I turned my gaze to Jenna, who was giving me a wry
look.

   "Are you mad?" I asked.

   Jenna dropped the act and gave me a bright smile.  "Nah.  It was kinda
sexy.  Plus I got the cum, so I'm happy."

   I chuckled and reached down to squeeze her ass as we walked out the
room. My hand didn't leave the swell of her buttocks as we walked down the
hall.  "You're bad."

   "Complaining?" Jenna asked with an arched brow.  "I can always go back
to being a prude."

   "You weren't a prude," I told her firmly.  "You were just stuck in your
shell."

   "I know," she replied.  "And I'm glad I'm finally coming out of it. 
It's much more fun out here."

   "I'll say," I grinned.

   She slapped my shoulder playfully, then let out a little yelp as I
pinched her ass.

   "That was mean.  I'm getting you back somehow," Jenna smirked.

   "You can get me back by hugging me naked.  That's torture enough," I
said.

   "Oh no, I'm going to figure out something much more evil.  And subtle,"
she told me.  Then she giggled softly and stepped ahead of me, glancing
over her shoulder with a twinkle in her eye.  "If I can even remember to,
that is."

   "Thank God for short-term memories," I muttered, then followed my
girlfriends wonderful, wiggling ass into Anatomy.



   Jenna

   I was having way too much fun.

   Being Sam's girlfriend had made me feel happier and more complete than I
had in as long as I could remember.  Just being so close to him, knowing he
cared for me, knowing he was mine and I was his made...all of it made me
giddy.  I was busy soaking in spending a week in the Program with him and
all the experiences we shared as fully as I could.  So busy, in fact, that
I hardly had time to think about yesterday.

   When I did, it was, mercifully, not really to worry about or relive the
horrible things that had happened.  Those crept at the edge of my thoughts,
an unpleasantness that I was thankful stayed at bay for the time-being. 
Instead, I reflected on the wonderful sex I had with Sam.  My heart would
pound whenever I thought of the love and tenderness with which he had taken
my virginity.

   I had waited a long time to lose my virginity by today's standards. 
Theresa had even taken to calling me `grams' for awhile because of how old
of a virgin I was, but the crappy nickname mercifully didn't stick.  But it
had been worth it.  I didn't know what my future had in-store for me
sexually, other than a lot of Sam...would I ever have sex with another guy?
Did I even want to?  I didn't know.  I would have been able to be happy if
Sam were the only guy I was ever with, but I knew I was very young still,
and a lot of things happened in the course of a persons life...I wasn't
sure what I could look forward to in my sexual lifetime.  But I did know
this: Sam had absolutely been the right guy for me to lose something as
important as my virginity to, and I was glad I had waited for him.  A girl
couldn't ask for a more perfect first time.  And she couldn't ask for a
more perfect man.  I couldn't, in any case, and I was really picky.
Thinking about my first time would.  Inevitably, make me think about
Sam, and sex, and sex with Sam for that matter.  The more I thought about
the wonderful time he had given me the more my body grew hot with the
desire to repeat the experience.  Which would in turn make me do the
outrageously bold things I had been doing all morning, things I would have
probably been mortified to even see, more-less do three days ago.  Sexual
frustration did away with quite a few of my inhibitions, apparently.  It

was also turning me into something of an exhibitionist.

   But then, my proper and reserved attitude had always been nothing but an
act.  I knew that, if I was honest with myself.  I had always been quite
sexual.  Because of many things, ranging from my upbringing, to the strange
situation with my family, to my religion, to possibly even my abandonment
from my birth Mother, had made me ashamed of my sexuality.  And for what?
What was it hurting, really hurting?  I was young.  I was living in a
society that had years ago pretty much completely cured any kind of disease
that could be transmitted sexually.  And I, at least, was responsible
enough to make sure I wouldn't get pregnant.  What would experimentation
hurt?  What would exploring my own sexuality hurt?  I think it was a far
better idea to get it out of my system now when it didn't really matter, in
the safety and easily excused week in the Program, than do it later on in
life when there were many more severe consequences.

   And sex had allowed me to get close to Sam.  Sure, we may have gotten
together without the highly sexually charged situation we had been thrust
into, but it wouldn't have happened the same way, and certainly not so
fast. I probably wouldn't have ever even let myself get close enough to him
to realize how wonderful he was if the Program hadn't forced me to crawl
out of my shell a bit.  I was glad for the Program.  I think I could
reasonably, at least, see the real, positive goal that the Program
advocates were trying to strive for.

   I could still taste Sam's cum when we walked into Anatomy.  I wanted
more, but I wasn't worried about it too much; there would be plenty of
opportunities for that later.  I felt horny, but not enough that I needed
relief just yet.

   "You need relief again, Baby?" I asked Sam, grinning wickedly.

   "Give me a chance to recover first," Sam chuckled.  He squeezed my hand.
I liked that.  His hands weren't very big, but I could feel the strength in
them, almost making my hand ache from the squeeze but not quite.  It made
me feel safe.

   "Wimp," I teased.

   "I`m not a machine, woman," he smirked.

   I put my arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug.  I arched a brow
playfully.  "Woman, huh?  What makes you think you can talk to me like
that?"

   Sam smirked cutely and caressed my side.  God, he was so warm...and
muscley.  He was compact and lean, but I could still feel the corded muscle
under his smooth skin.  It was so nice.  I pulled back and traced my
fingers through his thin neat chest hair.

   "Well, you're my woman," Sam replied.  "I've claimed you."

   "That's an awful chauvinistic way of looking at things," I replied.

   "It would be if I was serious," he smiled.

   I shrugged and bent my head to nuzzle against his neck.  "It doesn't
matter either way.  I like being your woman."

   "That's an awful chauvinistic way of looking at things," Sam chuckled.

   "Oh well," I giggled.  "I'm a woman.  That cancels chauvinism out."

   "Really, I don't mean anything by it, I'm just being silly," Sam smiled.

   "And really," I told him, looking him in the eye with a straight face.
"I don't mind even if you are serious.  I'm your woman.  And you're my man.
So I don't have a problem with you saying something like that, as long as
you continue to be as loving and respectful as you are now."

   "You're unreal," Sam murmured, gently cupping my cheek.  "When I
realized I'd let that slip, even jokingly, I figured you were gonna leave
me.  Most girls are way uptight about that."

   "I'm not most girls," I winked playfully.  I rubbed my cheek against his
rough palm.

   Before he could reply a man walked into the classroom and stopped short
at the sight of us.

   "What are you two...?  Oh wait, you're Ms.  Celvin's Program students,
aren't you?"

   "That'd be us," Sam replied.

   The man nodded and scratched at his thinning hair.  He walked to Ms. 
Celvin's desk and put a small folder down.  "Ms.  Celvin had a family
emergency," he explained.

   "Oh.  Subbing?" I asked.

   "Yes," he replied.

   He glanced up at me and quickly looked away.  He must be new at
substitute teaching; he didn't look like he was very used to the whole
Program thing.  "I'm supposed to see if you two want...er, relief, right?"

   "Yeah," Sam nodded.  "I'm cool though."

   "Me too," I said.

   "Okay," the man said, sighing with relief.  "Ms.  Celvin said she had
you two helping her with the lesson she was doing, but you're off the hook
for today."

   "Really?  What're we doing?" Sam asked.

   The sub reached into a drawer in Ms.  Celvin's desk and pulled out a
video tape.

   I suppressed a groan.

   "You can go ahead and take a seat," the sub nodded.

   I was glad Ms.  Celvin didn't have assigned seating.  It meant that Sam
and I could sit down in the back together and talk.  We headed to the back
and did just that as the room started to fill.  After the bell rang our sub
introduced himself as Mr.  Dorin.  He explained the situation and what we
were doing.  The class wasn't as successful at suppressing its groaning as
I was.

   "Do we have to take notes on the video?" someone asked.

   "Nope," Mr.  Dorin replied.  "Just watch it and don't make too much
noise or cause any trouble.  And if you sleep, try not to snore."

   The video was, appropriately enough, on sex and reproduction.  Half the
class was bored and the other half was horrified, especially when the video
showed an actual birth with no censoring or cut aways.

   I was hardly even paying attention.  Sam and I spent the class talking
quietly, discussing everything from our friends, to going out on a date
soon, to what kind of music we liked.

   I found that he loved to read even more than I did, and though I wasn't
a huge fantasy junkie like he was, I had read a few of the books he
mentioned as his favorites and enjoyed them if I recalled correctly.  We
both loved Star Wars.  He didn't think I was totally weird for being a girl
who knew even more about Star Wars than he did, but he did find it a bit
surprising.  He was also surprised to find I knew almost as much about
older rock bands as he did.  Most kids our age didn't even really remember
90s rock bands, more-less anything older.  It turned out, all in all, that
we were both really dorky.  That suited me just fine; everyone was a dork,
as far as I was concerned, it was just hard to find someone who embraced it
like I did.  Another good thing about Sam.

   After talking for ten minutes, analyzing how the mistakes of the Jedi
had led to their own downfall more than anything else, we started
discussing sex.  I expressed my eagerness to share it with him again, which
he heartily and warmly seconded.

   "Do you think you would ever want to try having sex while we're in the
Program?  I heard some people do that," Sam ventured.

   I smiled and threaded my fingers with his.  He squeezed my hand and
kissed each of my fingers.  He slipped once and ended up kissing his own
finger, which made me giggle.  He was so cute.

   "I don't know," I replied.  "I'd almost say I'm not really ready for
that kind of exposure, but it doesn't seem so different from sucking you
off in front of the school.  If I can handle that without freaking I don't
think I'd have much of a problem.  Besides, it could be interesting."

   "`Interesting'," Sam repeated.  "I guess that's one way to put it."

   "And what's another, then?" I asked, batting my lashes mischievously at
him.

   "Oh, I dunno...thrilling...stimulating...naughty..." he suggested.

   "And what makes you think I'm a naughty kind of girl?" I murmured
suggestively.  My fingertip slide along his chest, slowly moving downward.

   "Just a feeling," Sam chuckled.

   "We'll see," I said.

   I glanced at Mr.  Dorin.  He was half watching the boring documentary,
half falling asleep.

   "It's more fun to be spontaneous, don't you think?" I whispered, then
gave him a quick, deep kiss.

   Sam's hand dipped to my thigh and stroked it gently.  "I love you," he
whispered.

   I smiled brightly.  I felt like my chest was going to burst with the
swell of happiness I felt at those words.  "I love you too, Sam."

   "So," Sam smiled.  "You really didn't mind what happened in Psychology
today?"

   "No," I giggled.  "Like I said, I got the cum, so I'm happy as can be.
It was kinda cute watching you, too.  Your face looked so sexy while you
were getting sucked on...you looked like you were enjoying yourself a whole
lot.  I liked that.  Seeing you in pleasure is something I enjoy."

   "I'm glad you weren't mad.  I was going to kill Mr.  Gouski if he ended
up making you upset with me," Sam grinned.

   "Don't worry about it," I smiled at him.  "I'm guessing you had a good
time, huh?"

   "Yeah," Sam said softly.  "It was an interesting experience.  It was
really cool having both of you do it too...feeling how you were different
and how you were the same.  Beth was pretty good."

   "Better than me?" I asked with an arched brow.

   "Never," Sam assured me.  "No one compares to you."

   "You can tell the truth.  I'd rather you do that then lie to me to make
me feel better," I told him firmly, poking him in the side with my finger.

   "I know," Sam smiled.  "And I am telling the truth.  You were better
than her, though she was damn good.  If I had to choose I would've gone for
you, even if we hadn't had any emotional attachments.  You were better."

   "Charmer," I accused, trying not to smile too broadly.

   "So...you liked it?" He asked hesitantly.

   I leaned back in my chair thoughtfully.  "I don't know...in a way, yeah.
It was sexy.  And any time I see your cock I enjoy it, especially when it's
engaged in some kind of sexual activity.  I was a tad jealous...but not
like, in a mad way.  More like in an impatient way.  A `I want that, when
is it going to be my turn?' way."

   "I understand," Sam chuckled.  "I felt the same way when Todd was
feeling you up and all yesterday."

   "And did you enjoy that?" I asked softly, staring at him through my
lashes in as seductive a way as I could.

   "Yeah.  In the same way you did."

   "How do you mean?"

   Sam smiled and squeezed my hand.  "I love seeing you.  I love seeing
your body.  Seeing your body on display while something sexual is being
done to it is a huge turn-on, even if it's not necessarily me doing the
sexual thing to it."

   "Are you going to get relief in one of your classes without me?" I asked
him.

   "I don't know," Sam shrugged.  "I might.  It just depends on how I'm
feeling.  I could probably go the rest of the day without it, now that
you've sucked me dry.  Twice."

   I giggled softly, putting a hand over my mouth in an effort to quiet
myself.  "It's not my fault you`re yummy."

   "Bet you say that to all the guys," Sam grinned.

   "I wouldn't know," I smiled.  "I haven't tasted anyone but you.  But
maybe I'll find out."

   Sam's brow twitched, but I couldn't see any disapproval in his eyes.  If
anything, I imagine I saw a measure of excitement.  "Just remember, if you
do you have to tell me about it.  No secrets."

   "Same to you," I smiled.

   "That's true," Sam nodded.  "I haven't tasted any pussy but yours.  But
then again I doubt any other girl can taste as sweet as you do."

   "Hush," I whispered softly.  "You're going to get me wound up again."

   "Good," Sam smirked.  "I like it when you're wound up.  You get wetter
that way, and that's always a good thing."

   "I have a class with a bunch of girls and two gay guys next period," I
bemoaned.  "I won't be able to get any relief."

   "Well you could always masturbate," Sam reminded me, grinning wickedly.
"Or get a girl to help you out."

   I smacked his shoulder and shook my head, smiling wryly.  "You're
horrible.  My boyfriend is a pervert."

   "It's the Program's fault," Sam grinned even wider.  "It's warping my
childishly impressionable mind."

   "That's a totally crappy cop-out," I replied dryly, doing my best to
keep up a look of disproval I didn't even feel.

   "Yeah," Sam nodded, "But it works."

   He leaned in and snuck another quick kiss that left my lips tingling
with the feel of him.

   "So you really think your parents are going to be cool with you coming
up to the spare-bedroom?" he asked.

   I shrugged and smiled.  "I dunno, but they gave me permission so if I
want to then they can't go getting mad at me."

   "Do you want to?" Sam asked.

   "What do you think?" I smiled.

   "I think I'd like that," he replied.  "It's really awesome of them to
let me stay.  I couldn't believe it.  I guess I'm just not used to parents
being so cool and cooperative.  Mine never would've let that happen...well,
not my Mom at least."

   "So your Dad would've?" I asked.

   "If he had enough energy and focus to notice," he replied.  "My Dad's a
great guy...but he has to work so much to support us he can hardly even
keep himself awake, which means he doesn't pick up on things sometimes. 
That's why he never realized how bad my Mom was getting, I think.  He
pretty much works dusk till dawn.  I was actually pretty surprised to see
he was even home today."

   "I'm really sorry about your Mom, Honey," I said gently.  "I know how
it's like to feel unwanted and unloved."

   Sam looked at me a bit strangely for a moment.  "Yeah, I know your Mom
isn't around...your real Mom, I mean.  What happened?"

   "She left us," I said softly.  I didn't talk about this, ever, not even
with my Dad.  My Mom leaving...it had messed me up, probably given me my
issues of insecurity and distrust.  My reluctance to have sex, my
reluctance to open up, my reluctance to ever let anyone get past my
defenses and really get to know me...it was probably all tied to her.  But
somehow I was able to talk to Sam about it, just like that.  It still hurt
to talk about, but I was able to do it.  That meant something, I was sure
of it, I just didn't know what.

   "How old were you?" he asked.  His fingers lightly caressed my hand,
rubbing my knuckles in slow, soothing circles.

   "I was almost five, I guess.  She...she just left.  I don't know why.  I
guess she was selfish or something." My voice shook as I spoke.  I couldn't
meet his eyes when I said it.

   "It's not your fault," Sam murmured to me.  "It's no more your fault
than my Mom's abusiveness is mine.  You should know that."

   I looked up at him and gave him a wry smile.  "And you should too, you
know."

   "I know," he smiled.  "We both need to realize that.  Our mothers have
damaged us, but it's not our fault.  We just have to pick each other up and
move on."

   "You're he most wonderful thing to ever happen to me," I whispered, my
eyes gazing into his deeply.  "You make me forget about how much things
hurt me sometimes.  You even make me forget about yesterday.  It should be
tearing me up, especially with how easily my confidence is shaken most of
the time."

   "I should be a mess, too," Sam smiled.  "That incident with my Mom...it
should totally have me questioning if I did the right thing, if I handled
it the right way.  I should also still be so pissed I could shit a brick."

   I tried not to laugh and only marginally succeeded.  The sub was too
zoned out to even notice.

   "Maybe people just need to have people help them more often," Sam
continued.  "Maybe if people would find someone they could trust and get
support from more often they could deal with their problems more."

   "That sounds pretty good to me," I smiled.  "Or maybe people just need
wonderful boyfriends like you."

   "I dunno about that," Sam smiled sheepishly.  I think I detected just a
bit of blush in his cheeks.  "Either way, I still think you should find
someone to talk to...a counselor or something...just to be sure.  It would
probably be as big a relief to your parents as it would be to me."

   "I know," I nodded.  "I agree.  And I will.  It can't hurt, at least. 
But for today, I just want to enjoy being with you."

   "Tomorrow you'll go find someone to talk to.  Till then, you'll talk to
me.  Deal?" Sam proposed.

   "Deal," I giggled.  "Does this mean we have to go found a couch?"

   The bell rang, much to the relief of just about every student in the
room.  The video was painfully boring, just like every other video you ever
got to watch in school.  It was almost enough to put most students off of
TV, though I would have probably found it marginally interesting if not for
my much more interesting boyfriend sitting beside me.

   Sam and I walked out into the hall, holding hands and walking close
together.  A freshman walked up to me and requested to touch my boobs.  I
smiled and tried to be encouraging when I noticed how totally nervous he
was.  His hands felt nice on my swollen flesh.  Of course, this was going
to get me going again.  And I would have an entire period without relief to
look forward to.  But it was okay.

   I glanced at Sam out the corner of my eye, trying to gauge his reaction
and see if he was upset.  He didn't seem too jealous, other than the kind
of greedy jealousness he had told me about, and I could certainly relate to
that.  He must have caught me looking at him, because he grinned and
winked. I squeezed his hand, smiling softly.  I was glad he was
understanding enough not to freak out about the whole request thing, which
I barely had any control over in the first place.

   "So what do you want to do tonight?" I asked conversationally.

   Sam stroked the hint of stubble on his chin with his free hand.  "I
dunno...I want to spend time with you, but I kind of have Karate class
tonight."

   "Oh, you do?" I smiled and we continued walking along.

   "Yeah," he nodded.  "But I can skip if you'd rather hang out."

   Two girls stopped us and requested to play with Sam's cock.  They
fondled and squeezed on it, and brought him to an almost full hardon.  I
guess a period's worth of rest did the trick.  One of the girls flirted it
up as she ran her hand up and down his throbbing length.  I was tempted to
bring attention to our linked hands, but I told myself he was mine and they
didn't pose any kind of threat to our relationship.  Besides, he'd been
good and understanding when I had gotten a request, so I should do the
same. And his cock did look rather hot, being fondled like that...

   "Can I come with?" I asked.

   "What, to the dojo?  You want to?" Sam asked.  His face lit up brightly
and his smile almost took in his ears.

   "Of course," I giggled.  "I think it's cool.  I'd like to see what kind
of stuff you do there."

   Sam nodded and leaned over to kiss my forehead.  "You're perfect."

   I laughed and smiled at him.  Another set of guys stopped us and I
granted their requests, getting my tits, pussy, and ass played with one
after the other as I talked with Sam.  I shivered and tried not squirm from
the pleasure racing from my loins and breasts.  It was getting hard to
concentrate on our conversation.  But there was something thrilling about
being naked in the middle of the hall, being felt up by the student body,
and talking with my boyfriend like nothing the least bit unusual was going
on.

   "Why do you say that?" I asked.

   "Because, amongst other things, you think martial arts are cool.  It's
hard to find a girl who thinks that."

   I arched a brow.  "Amelia does, doesn't she?"

   Sam grinned.  "We've been over this.  Amelia doesn't count, ever."

   "Well I think a lot more girls are into it than you give credit," I
replied.  "Fighting and martial arts is cool and have a lot of appeal
toward girls too.  We need to know how to defend ourselves.  Plus it's
sexy."

   "It is?" Sam asked, his face looking truly surprised.  I couldn't
suppress my giggle.

   "Yeah.  A lot of girls find guys who are tough and who fight appealing,
especially the martial arts guys.  I think it's an instinctual thing.  Guys
like girls who are delicate and womanly...girls like guys who are rough and
good at fighting and manly things like that.  That's what I think, at
least."

   "Why aren't guys aware of this?" Sam mumbled.

   "Maybe it's just you," I suggested with a smirk.

   "Maybe." Sam grinned.  "I am dense.  But still, I don't think a lot of
guys are aware of that.  Most guys think martial arts and violence and
action are `guy things'."

   "Well then it's because guys are stupid in general," I laughed.

   He reached down and pinched my ass, which made me yelp like it always
did.  I slapped at his hand and reached up to try to flick his nose, but he
stepped out of reach too quickly.

   We reached the hall where we had to separate to go to our classes.  I
wrapped my arms around Sam's neck and kissed him softly.  He smiled at me
and held me for a moment, and none of the requesters and staring people
around us mattered.  His strong, solid body was pressed against me and I
could feel his lean muscles against my skin.  He was so very warm.  I still
couldn't get over his warmth, the way it flooded my body and made me feel
so secure and safe, as if his very presence was a blanket wrapped around
me.

   He was making things rather squishy between my thighs, and we were about
to separate for the next half-hour.  Damn.

   "I'll see you at lunch?" I asked.

   Sam nodded and kissed me again.  "Yeah.  Stay with Theresa and go
straight to the cafeteria, okay?"

   I nodded and tried not to shudder at the unbidden memory of what could
happen otherwise.  "I will, I promise."

   Sam released me and I waved.  I missed him already by the time I reached
Home Ec..

   End Chapter 7 Okay, Tuesday is underway.  This chapter was shorter than
the last few, but the wait was just as long, and for that I apologize.  A
pretty noticeable increase in sex in this chapter.  This will probably
continue to be the case as Sam and Jenna near the completion of their week
in the Program, but don't worry, I fully intend to keep plot and story and
character development as key areas in the story.

   As always, all questions, comments, and other feedback should be sent
to: Crouching_Buddha2000@yahoo.com