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