Sam and Jenna Naked in School (NiS, hs, exh, teen, first, mf, oral, anal) Tuesday, Morning Jenna Tuesday morning. Nothing all that strange; Theo picked on Edd. Edd threw a fit. Theo threw cereal. Edd threw cereal back. All of it. And his cereal bowl, too. Karla made them clean up the mess. The twins laughed at them. And I was looking at a school day spent naked in an hour. I still wasn't sure if I had made the right choice. Or if I was even sane, for that matter. I'm not sure why Dad decided I could stay in the Program either, but he wasn't too happy either way. He was a heavy man. His belly had the kind of thickness that always made me think he could maybe, somehow, be pregnant, and he had a half-grown beard. He would have had a full grown one, but Karla keeps making him shave it. He has rough hands, worker hands, which is kind of strange since he mostly sits around watching sports whenever he's home. For most of breakfast he alternately glaring at me and glared at Karla. Karla firmly ignored him and chattered with the kids. Occasionally she glanced at Dad and shook her head before sending me a quick wink. After eating my father shook his head a final time and let out a grumbling sigh before standing up. "Don't let anyone do anything you don't want them to," he instructed me. "I won't Dad," I mumbled uncomfortably. I did not want to talk about the Program with my father. His scowl fell off a bit as he hesitated at the kitchen door. "Just remember you're a smart girl. So handle it intelligently." Then he left. Karla smiled and nodded happily, taking his words as encouragement. It was the closest thing to acceptance my Dad was likely to give for quite awhile. "What's going on?" Theo asked. Before I could stop her, Karla blurted, "The Program." Theo about fell out of his seat laughing and pointing at me. Edd looked confused. The twins leaned closer to me, their eyes wide and curious. Tony just shrugged. "Karla," I whined unhappily. "Oh God!" Theo howled, clutching his side and beating his fist on the table. I couldn't tell if he was being melodramatic or if he was seriously laughing that hard. "The Program! You! This is great!" "What's the program?" Edd asked. I stuck out my lower lip and looked Tony's way. Tony shrugged, then smacked Theo on the back of the head. Did I mention Tony's my favorite? "Ow," Theo whined, glaring at Tony as he rubbed his head. "What's the Program?" Edd added again. "Was it fun?" The twins asked at once. "Was it weird?" Jessica asked. "Was it scary?" Ashley added. "It was cold," I said flatly. "What is the Program?!" Edd shrieked at the top of his little lungs. "Edd!" Karla scolded. Edd looked like he was going to launch into tantrum mode in a few seconds. "It's a week where older kids have to go to school naked," I explained. Edd's eyes widened in amazement. Then he blanched as he looked over at me and the twins and muttered, "Naked girls? Gross!" At least that gave me something to chuckle to myself about on my way to school. Sam "I'm sorry, son. I just thought it could be a unique experience for you." I chuckled and grinned at my father. "Unique is the word all right," I replied. "You seem to handle stuff like this better than most," he reasoned and poured himself some coffee. "That stuff's going to give you a stroke. Sure, I've got no idea how, but it will somehow." My Dad rolled his eyes. He was a thin man. I worried he didn't eat well enough sometimes. He had deep circles under his eyes, shadows of sleepless nights and undue stress. His hair was graying, thinning. He was a youngish man still, not even in his forties, but already deep lines of worry and heartache were etched and grooved all over his face. He looked like a miserable old man and I doubted that was far from the truth. He didn't smile often, and it wasn't because he was a bitter or grouchy person. When he did smile, it was because I made him smile. I tried hard to make him smile. I'd been working at it since I was a kid. My Pop was a good man. He deserved to smile more. "Just try not give too many people heart conditions. I know how you are," he said. He sat down and tried to ignore the mess scattered so carelessly around the kitchen table. We'd both given up on trying to clean it up a long time ago. No matter how much the two of us tried to keep the house clean and orderly, it never stayed that way for long. "Want me to pick up anything on the way home?" I asked. I grabbed my bookbag and glanced back. "No son," he sighed. Then he smiled. It was weak. Tired. But his eyes still held the approval and gentle understanding they'd always shown when he looked at me. "Have fun at school and hang in there. You never know what kind of new understandings unfamiliar situations may bring." "Take care Pop. I love you." Someone had to say it to him. Jenna I met Sam in front of school where the Program participants dressed and undressed. Boxes were arranged all in a row against the wall with names on them. I really hoped someone came by as classes started to collect the boxes. The last thing I wanted was some stupid prankster (probably a freshman) coming around and lifting everyone's clothes. Which would, of course, include mine. Sam seemed a little distracted when I fist approached him. He jumped when I stepped beside him and smiled sheepishly as he greeted me. "Here we go again," he said. I nodded and tried to smile calmly. Given that I had to strip down in front of a fair sized crowd gathered for the show, I don't know how well it worked. The fact that people driving past the school could probably get a good look didn't help matters any. What did help was Sam started undressing. I stared at his chest for a moment, saw a thick muscle jump under the skin. And I couldn't help it...my inner voice immediately started chanting, yummy... The thought didn't really surprise me anymore. I thought Sam was hot. Last night, during several hours of soul searching, I had almost accepted all the thoughts that accompanied that notion. Well, almost. I started stripping at just the moment Sam tossed his shirt at someone. It turned out to be Derik, and it also turned out it smacked him in the face. He hurled it back to a chorus of laughter. Sam grinned and put the shirt into his box. "Don't make me whip the undies at you!" Derik made the most hilarious, horrified face I've ever seen. It was great. I struggled with the clasp of my bra. I figured if it was going to be seen, I may as well wear a decent one (I almost hadn't worn one at all). So I wore one of my fancy lace bra's that did its best to lift my breasts and pull them together. The downside was I'd forgotten the hooks on this particular bra were kind of tricky. "Here, let me help," Sam offered. I glanced at him, a bit surprised at first, then smiled sheepishly and nodded. Still facing my front, Sam reached around my body with one hand. I tried not to roll my eyes. Without both hands and looking at the hooks, he'd have even worse luck at undoing my bra than me. From how a few people in the crowd snickered, apparently I wasn't the only one who thought so. With that thinking, I was pretty damn surprised when my bra went slack and loose not three seconds later. My eyes went to Sam's face. He'd somehow undone my bra -a four hook one that was made to hold in breasts my size- in about as long as it took me to blink. "How did you..." Sam shrugged, looking a bit surprised himself. "Luck?" he suggested. "I guess you've been around a few girls huh?" I tried not to sound too disappointed. He surprised me again when he shook his head. "No, I'm afraid I'm still a V-club member. I've never even touched a bra. Well until, uh, now." "You're kidding," I said. He shook his head and smiled. Amazing. I had problems with my hooks sometimes, and I'm a girl! I knew guys were notorious for having problems with bra hooks. And he just undid them without a second thought! I stared when Sam's pants came down. I couldn't help it. I stared right at his cock. Again. Several girls cheered and clapped. I just smiled at him. I don't even think I blushed that much. I stripped away my pants and slowly worked my underwear down. I glanced at Sam. His expression was so cute, the way he was trying (and failing) not to stare at my ass. Not long ago I would have totally freaked if some guy was staring at my ass. Now I didn't mind that the guys in the crowd were looking. And that Sam was looking...well, that I was actually enjoying. I giggled and put my favorite lacy pink boy-shorts panties in the box. I liked those panties. They made my ass look quite nice. I don't think anyone would have thought someone like me would have anything but normal white panties, but I'm not as prudish as people think. Sam and I started walking into the school. We still had time before homeroom so we took a relaxed, leisurely pace. "So where are my cookies?" Sam asked. We both consented to requests and continued chatting through them. Someone brushed a hand across my buttocks. Another lightly squeezed my thigh. I reached out and grabbed Sam's hand just like I had yesterday. I was getting more used to being naked, and being touched, but for some reason having him hold my hand made it hardly even noticeable. "Cookies?" I asked. Then I smiled and laughed as I remembered the silly promise I'd made yesterday. "You can really think of cookies at a time like this?" I asked. A glance revealed that Sam was getting just as much attention as I was. Several girls reached out to squeeze his cock or run their hands along his tight stomach as we passed. One girl even reached to cradle and roll his balls before moving away in a fit of giggles. "It's never a bad time for cookies," he replied. He sounded quite serious. We reached a fork in the hall and had to go our separate ways. "You`re nuts," I laughed. "I guess I'll see you in Psych? "I can't wait to see what Mr. Gouski has in store for us," he replied with a roll of those dreamy gray eyes. I smiled and stepped down the hall to my homeroom. I couldn't stop thinking about how amazing this boy was. He'd brought out some kind of change in me, that was for sure. Everyone in homeroom stared at me, seeing my nudity for the first time as I hadn't made it to homeroom on Monday. I didn't mind too much. Not nearly as much as I minded the cold seats. "Hey you! The sexy naked chick!" I, being the only naked girl in the room, faced my heckler. "Subtle, Tessa," I chuckled. "Hey, I went through it in my freshman year. At least you're a junior. It's no big deal." "I may be a Junior, but this is my first year at this school," I reminded her. "And I'm not sexy." "You are to me baby," Theresa replied, flashing me a wink followed by a fit of giggling. I shook my head and sat down beside her. Theresa was strange. She wasn't a lesbian, but seemed to delight in pretending to flirt with me. And most people for that matter. She was open, a free spirited Hispanic girl with playful chocolate eyes that matched her hair. She had `classic Spanish beauty', as her dad once told me. Large almond shaped eyes, a delicate and graceful face with big glossy lips and a cute, slightly wide nose. She was shapely and, being quite proud of it, often wore shirts and skirts that flaunt the fact. She was American born and had no trace of an accent, unless you got her around her family. Then like a light switch, it was like she had just come into the country. "Cut me some slack today, Tessa," I half-heartedly whined. Tessa and I generally took turns either poking fun at each other or whining pitifully. It was our way. "Someone's grumpy," she teased. "I'm naked," I groaned. "Really?" Tessa gasped. "Oh my god, you Are!" I sighed. Half the class was staring at us now. Which was the half that hadn't already been staring. "Calm down, girl," Tessa laughed. "You'll get used to it. I bet by the end of the week you're going naked at the mall or...um...something!" I gave a particularly un-lady like snort at that notion. "And I suppose you started that up after the Program too huh? What do they call that? `Outreach'?" Tessa giggled. "Nah, no Outreach for me unless I'm at the beach." "You would," I laughed. "Hey, tanlines suck!" She insisted. "Speaking of which, you NEED a tan. If not for Derik you'd be the palest person I know!" Tessa had been trying to convince me to get a tan since we'd met. "I'd rather not burn like bacon, thanks," I smirked. "Ah well, at least you're pale all over," she smirked widely as she looked me up and down. "Gee, thanks. It's refreshing to be ogled by a girl for a change," I said sarcastically. "Where were you yesterday anyway? I could've used a little, I dunno... support?" Tessa flashed me the biggest smile she could manage in response. "Oh!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands like a little girl. I do that sometimes. I try not to. "Your braces are gone!" "Yep!" Tessa giggled. "It's, like, about time. I hated those things so much." "Your smile looks great," I said honestly. Tessa thanked me and suddenly leaned closer, making me lean back in my seat as she got almost uncomfortably close. "More on that later. First... who is he?" "Who's who?" I asked. "Don't be stupid, who is he?" She quipped. "I really don't know who you're talking about," I replied firmly. Theresa `tsk'ed and leaned even closer. "The stud who unhooked your bra like he'd been trained to do it. And happened to be naked -quite nicely naked, might I add- while he was doing it." I turned bright red and smiled sheepishly. "You saw, huh?" "Um, duh," Theresa giggled. "The whole school saw. You know talk the student body camps out at the front of the main building to catch the show." "That was Sam. Sam Peterson." "He's got damn good hands by the looks of it," Teresa commented. My blush probably spoke volumes on how I felt about that. "So you like him?" She pressed. "What? Where`d that come from?" Theresa gave me a withering look. "Cut it out and answer me." I hesitated a moment. "Y-yeah," I admitted. "Damn!" Teresa moaned. She quickly glanced up at Ms. Tillman, our homeroom teacher. She hadn't noticed. "What are you damning about?" I asked. "He's cute. And with hands like that I bet he'd make a great boyfriend!" "Tessa!" I hissed. Tessa laughed and shook her head. "Quit being so serious. You'll, like, go into cardiac arrest or something." I reached over and flicked the tip of her nose. She twitched her nose and gave me a dirty look "I don't suppose you've gotten the balls up to tell him how you feel, huh?" She asked. I made a face at her. "Given that I don't have any balls..." "Quit bein' a pain, you know what I mean," Theresa replied. I shook my head and let out a sigh. "Come on Tessa, you know me. I don't even have the nerve to say hi to a guy I find mildly attractive. You think I`d actually be able to tell someone I have a raging crush on them?" "Oh," Tessa said, leaning back in her seat and folding her arms across her chest. "I see, so you don't have the nerve to tell a guy you like him, but you can go parading around school in your birthday suit? Makes perfect sense, that." "Hey, that's not fair!" I protested, all my nerves and uncertainty coming out at once. "I don't exactly have a lot of choice in the matter here! You think I asked for the Program?" "Oh please," Tessa quipped. "We both know your Dad'll put you on the Sign-out list if you as much as ask him to. He`d love for you to give him an excuse to protest the whole business." "Yeah," I admitted quietly. I forced myself to cool down and took a deep breath. "But then Sam won't have a partner." "Sure he will!" Tessa grinned. "See, if you sign out, then I'll just volunteer myself into the Program and have those magic hands all to myself!" I gave her a half serious glare. " Uh-uh. I saw him first." "I hate to point this out, sweetheart, but if he's in the Program than he's not exactly escaping female attention. And anyway, you can't really put tags on him with the way you're probably getting felt up and messed with in the meantime." I blushed softly and shook my head again. "I know, I know. It's not that I mind other girls touching him...well... not really. But I want to be his partner." Theresa's giggling made me feel silly. "Maybe if you're so keen on being Sam's partner, he'd like to know about it, huh?" I mumbled a reply as the bell rang. "We'll talk more about this in Home Ec.," Theresa said. "Try not to get in trouble before then," I replied. "Trouble? Me?" Theresa gave me the most bullshit innocent look before laughing and leaving the room. Sam I came out of home room and tried to smack Andy upside the head. Unfortunately he knew that most of his taunting got him a smack somewhere and was already dancing out of range. "Hey, it ain't my fault you've got the hot's for the shy one!" He snickered "I never said I had the...shut up." Andy laughed at me. Again. He'd been laughing at me all through homeroom. Greeeat friend. "Look, you could still woo her, really. You've just gotta be careful not to...er...scare her away!" he insisted. "Enough Andy. I never said I was hot for her. You're just reading into shit like you always do." "And I'm always right!" he grinned. "Not-uh," I replied distractedly. "There was that time you said...no you were right about that." I reached up to rub the thin stubble on my chin. "Well there was....no...or...um...well damn you anyway," I replied. I shot him a healthy glare but it only served to make him laugh harder. "See! I'm always right. And I know that you've got the hot's for her!" I shook my head and was about to make a retort that would probably be as useless as they always were. "Have the hot's for who?" I whipped around to see Jenna standing behind me in all her glory. I probably would have gotten serious wood at so much as the sight of her, but I had other problems. "No one!" I blurted. I turned to glare at Andy. "Andy was just being a retard." "Hey!" he protested with a grin. "A spasmastic retard that doesn`t know when to quit!" I clarified. Andy flipped me the bird and grinned wider. "Did I interrupt something?" Jenna asked. I shot Andy once last glare before turning to smile at her. "Nah, this is just how we are." "Correction," Andy added. "This is how you are. I just get suckered into looking stupid with you." "Your fault for allowing me to influence you," I smirked. Jenna giggled and smiled at us like we were entertaining but misguided children. "We'd better get going to class," she said "Yeah Sam. Get going before the hordes of females come to molest you," Andy snickered. " That was weak," I taunted him. "Yeah well...shut up!" Andy laughed, then rounded the corner out of sight. He wasn't entirely wrong, as always. Andy's exit appeared to be the cue for all Program admirers to start harassing Program students. As Jenna and I walked our way to Psych, the curious students from yesterday made their appearance. We granted requests. Several girls toyed with my cock, stroking and caressing it as Jenna's breasts were squeezed and liberally palmed. I held Jenna's hand through the several moments we stood there. She squeezed at it, but it wasn't the panicked, freaked out squeeze it had been yesterday. A glance showed me her blushing face, but her eyes were pretty calm and level. Together we stepped into Psych and waited at the front of the room while the class filtered in. "What`s on the agenda today?" I asked Mr. Gouski. "Going to analyze me and make me come to the sudden conclusion that I have a severe phobia of being naked in the view of others? "Yes," he replied without even glancing away from the blackboard. "Dammit," I muttered. Mr. Gouski was cool. Mr. Gouski let us cuss. Occasionally, if he was excited he'd let one slip too. Do you have any idea how totally sick it is to hear your teacher cuss? It's like a frickin' dream! This is why Mr. Gouski was my, and many other students, favorite teacher. "All right, shut up and pay attention," Mr. Gouski said. He gave a wicked, wide grin he used to purposefully freak his students out and rubbed his hands together with exaggerated eagerness. "Take your seats and bring out your notes. This obviously won't be part of the usual material, but I expect all of you to take notes anyway. And trust me, you'd better take good notes and treat this as a legitimate learning experience. There's a definite possibility a bitch of an essay will come your way." He nodded to the two seats at the front of the class while his students groaned and muttered at the agonizing thought of one of Mr. Gouski's essays. A machine was set up beside the chairs. It kind of looked like a lie detector from what I could tell, and even had those special little finger clamp doohickeys and electrode pads you see in corny cop flicks during the interrogation scenes. This was going to be just about special. Jenna and I sat down and Mr. Gouski helped us get the finger clips in place. He connected the electrode pads on either side of our chests and temples. "This little piece of technology here," Mr. Gouski sarcastically grumbled while he put everything in place, then stepped up to the monitor standing to the side. "Um, isn't working. Ah, there we go. This computer is designed to detect and display several vital signs of the human body. It displays the pulse rate, perspiration, body temperature, and a few others that you don't care about. We'll now conduct an experiment of sorts, today and likely for the remainder of this week's class." Mr. Gouski finished with us and stepped to his desk. He leaned against the front of it, engaging the class more fully. "You all know me. I don't have time or patience for moronic behavior." his eyes swept over the class. After a moment his stern look faded and he flashed his cheesy grin. "That said, we're going to have fun! But we're going to try and learn a bit. About Sam. About Jenna. And hopefully, about all of us." I rolled my eyes. Mr. Gouski was on one of his speeches. I usually thought they were fairly interesting because I'm, well, weird, but he could get a bit carried away. "We're going to test the workings of our sexuality. Specifically we will observe the way the mind and body interact in arousal responses. "Now," Mr. Gouski swept his attention from the class to Jenna and I. "This may possibly interfere with the readouts we get on the machine, but I am required to give you the chance anyway. Do either of you want relief?" It was pretty clear that he didn't think this would be a particularly good idea if we were going to do this exercise of his. Jenna and I both shook our heads. "Good," Mr. Gouski said. He hopped up from his desk and scanned the class. "I need two volunteers, one male and one female." Hands came up, almost each and every student in the room. Mr. Gouski picked two out and glanced at us for approval. Jenna hesitated for a moment, but nodded when she saw me doing so. The teens came forward and I sat looking at a leggy blonde with a skirt so short it would have gotten her sent to the office at a less lenient school. As it was, her tallness, my shortness, and the low chair I was seated in gave me a teasing glimpse up her skirt at her inner thighs and just the smallest peak of her cotton panties. They dug into her pussy, giving her a prominent camel toe and showing off her folds through the thin material. She grinned down at me, teasing. Playful. Confident. "We're going to begin. Start by lightly touching both Sam and Jenna. Avoid touching the major erogenous zones. Let us see how they respond to simple touch." Mr. Gouski instructed. The girl stepped forward and slowly reached out, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders. She lightly stroked them, working her hands in slow circles and playing her fingertips along the muscle under the skin. Her hands went down my arms, lightly squeezing at my biceps. She smiled coyly at me. I wasn't sure what to think of that smile...I'd never seen it before. Well, at least, never aimed at me. It was typically reserved for jocks and the more `hunky' guys in school, one of those smiles that said, "If you play your cards right..." Even after a full day in the Program, I still wasn't used to the feeling of a girls hands touching me. The pair of hands drifted along my arms, back up to my chest where her fingers traced the tendons elusively. She smiled at me, seeming to enjoy this little game. I wasn't sure how to respond to all this. My eyes took turns looking up at her, scanning her face curiously for the subtle play of expressions, and following the slow and light path her hands took along my upper body. I glanced at Jenna. The guy in front of her didn't seem to know what to do. Denied access to her erogenous zones, his hands moved in an uncertain and clumsy way along her, rubbing at her arms and shoulders. He briefly ran his hand through her hair, his fingers sliding through the rich lengthy tresses, and that seemed to affect her more than anything else he did. Jenna's eyes flashed nervous and uncertain, but something else was there as well. What was it? Excitement? Pleasure? Anticipation? Some spark of life was glowering there, soft and half-hidden behind a veil of anxiety. The attention persisted for about three minutes when Mr. Gouski called it to a stop. "All right, so far we have a bit of body response in both of them. Sam's readout shows he's more excited than Jenna, but males are easier to warm up than women. This is a normal response." He raised his gaze to the people in front of us waiting for instruction. "Now feel free to touch the Erogenous zones. Be careful and gentle and if either participants seem to be getting unduely uncomfortable, move to something else." The girl in front of me smiled and her hands began to work their way along my body. To her credit, she didn't go straight for the kill. She rubbed at me, caressing and touching down the broadness of my chest and sliding along the sides, then moving to press her fingers into the muscles on my belly. I don't know how deeply this aroused me exactly, but her hands felt nice and the smile she gave me suggested she was enjoying herself. She brought her hands down to my thighs and rubbed at them for a brief moment, toying with the light traces of hair she found there. I wouldn't call myself a hairy beast or anything, but I was a guy and, well, I just hadn't ever been a follower of the whole male body shaving thing. Her fingers went inward, tracing along my coppery curly pubic hair before finally brushing against my cock. It jumped, twitched at the expected but unfamiliar sensation of another's touch, and I suppressed a shiver. Would I ever get used to that? The fingers worked in slow and small circles as they massaged, caressed, and lightly jerked at my cock. The sensations worked at my senses mercilessly. She was gentle and anything but awkward and uncertain. She looked at me with eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing, and what she expected to come of it. Confident eyes. Experienced eyes. I couldn't suppress the shiver this time. I looked over at Jenna and saw her partner for the exercise knead lightly at her breasts, his hands squeezing her ample tits. He spread his fingers and the flesh slid between them, bulging like dough. They were that soft and supple. Still, they retained their shape. Her breasts were perfectly formed and firm despite their softness. Jenna's eyes were half-lidded and I could hear a soft gasp come from her barely parted lips. I was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy. Not bitter jealousy toward the guy. After all, I had no claim whatsoever over Jenna and this was a class exercise that he had no control over. No jealousy toward Jenna. I was just happy she wasn't having some kind of panic attack and seemed to be, at least on some level, enjoying herself and opening up. No, I was pure and simply jealous because I wished at that moment with every part of me that I could have been in that guy's place. "Let's see," Mr. Gouski muttered after calling a stop. "Once again as expected, Sam has shot ahead and is now more aroused than Jenna. Jenna has maintained and increased her arousal at this point, moreso than would be expected without direct genital manipulation, but she is still behind Sam. Other than Jenna being a little more aroused than expected, this is the normal response. Please continue stimulating the sex organs and doing whatever feels comfortable, we'll get one more readout and you can return to your seats." I let out a sigh, trying to relax. It's hard to really un-tense when you're in front of your first period class with a girl in front of you actively jacking you off. She took both her hands and worked them together, making gentle squeezing motions up and down the length of my cock. She began to add in a strange but pleasant twisting motion, rotating her hands in opposite directions as she went up and down. I shivered again. She started to speed up, her hands working faster, then slowed as she noticed several thick beads of pre-cum dribbling from the head. She smiled slyly up at me, her hands now taking a slow, relaxed rhythm as my pre-cum helped her hands slide smoothly along the flesh. A low moan tore my attention away from my partner. Jenna was practically shaking, and her hands gripped her chair so tightly her fingers paled. The boy in front of her was touching her hairless sex, squeezing her plump mound and running a finger along her slit, which from the way the light gleamed off it, had become very slippery. His finger lightly touched her, sliding up one fold then the next, and then between them, dipping deeper as his palm rubbed her protruding bald vulva in slow circles. His other hand was on her right breast, toying with a very erect nipple, squeezing and lightly pinching the thick nub. Jenna bit her lip, a conflicted look on her face. My heart went out to her. I couldn't know for sure of course, but if her reactions and activities that had been going during requests were any indication, she'd never had this much sexual contact before. That combined with her withdrawn nature and the inherent sudden exposure of the Program must have been fucking with her big time. "Okay, you can stop," Mr. Gouski said, handing both our partners hand sanitizers and nodding to them. "Thank you for volunteering. Not that you needed to be coerced or anything," he smirked. "Well," he continued as he turned to the readouts. "This I wasn't exactly expecting. It seems Sam's arousal has only somewhat increased. This is odd, as most men tend to increase in sexual arousal the longer they are stimulated whether the stimulation becomes stronger or not. Jenna, however, has become significantly more aroused from genital manipulation, once again past what would normally be expected from women." Mr. Gouski turned to the class and arched a brow as he scanned the room. "Any theories as to why that is?" The teens spent a few moments glancing at classmates and muttering with no offered ideas. Finally one guy raised her hand and upon being acknowledged stuttered, "Uh...M-maybe, she has a really sensitive pussy?" The classroom choked on laughter. Mr. Gouski shook his head, smirking all the while before calming the class. "That is entirely possible," he spoke, "And this is one reason why I don't want any of you taking this little demonstration as scientific fact. We aren't studying a large number of people, only one male and one female. Certain things could and likely will be different from them and the average population. And that is the point I'm trying to make. "See," Mr. Gouski explained animatedly, "I do have the statistics on responses of this nature from a wider majority. Maybe not an exact match of activities, techniques, and exercises, but close enough to draw an average statistic in relation to the readouts we get on both Sam and Jenna and their response. We're trying to show how each individual can show differences in their responses and preferences to certain stimuli." He glanced at his watch and nodded, standing up and walking back to the equipment. "We have a few more moments so, with our subjects consent, I'd like to run one more test." I arched a brow questioning. "Wanna fill us in teach?" "I'd like for the two of you to stimulate each other. You may do this however you like, directly or indirectly, but I'd like to see the kind of readouts you two get on each-other." "What's the usefulness in that?" I asked. It wasn't a smart ass question. I honestly wanted to know what his thinking was. "Unless I'm mistaken, you two are more familiar with one another than the two who came up a few moments ago," Mr. Gouski explained. I tried not to shift uncomfortably at the unspoken suggestion. "Not necessarily in a sexual way, or even a deep friendship way," he continued, "But you two have to see each other every day this week for the Program, and you share several classes, yes?" Jenna and I nodded. "This means you two are in contact and aware of each other more than you are with the people that just stimulated you. This creates a different view of the person. Not only that, if you are being stimulated by the same source you are stimulating, a different set of feelings and experiences come about. These things are variables I think would produce interesting results." I glanced at Jenna. Our eyes locked for a moment and I tried to read the emotions swimming in those big brown pools. I couldn't. "I...guess I'm ok with that. As long as Jenna is," I added quickly. I expected her to say no. I expected her to graciously but firmly opt out and take the exit that Mr. Gouski had provided. She surprised me again when she nodded meekly. "Excellent," Mr. Gouski grinned, and turned back to his machine and tapped a few keys before telling us to begin. We scooted our chairs closer and faced each other. Suddenly my wish to touch her had come true. Chicken-Wuss that I was, I had no idea how I was going to handle this. Other than with a throbbing erection of course. It was awkward. It was exciting. It was kind of scary, really. At first our hands were clumsy and kind of aimless. My touch wandered uncertainly from her shoulders to her sides. Jenna shivered and her hands shook slightly as she ran them down my chest and abs. My fingers rubbed in slow, gentle circles just below her ribs. I could have touched her someplace else. Someplace intimate and exciting. Somewhere stimulating. Her breasts, so prominent and inviting, hanging heavy and firm like grapefruit just in front of me. But somehow I wouldn't -couldn't- do it. I have no idea why. Jenna's hands excited me beyond anything I'd ever known. They evoked a responsiveness and need that the girl before, and all the girls that had groped me since entering the Program, had lacked. She was hesitant, but not reluctant. Though she hadn't the certainty and overruling confidence that some girls had, there was a willingness and curiosity that I hadn't expected. It made my blood flow fast and full in my veins. I almost jumped when her hands drifted down and slowly, gently wrapped around my cock, her hands soft and silken and comfortingly warm. Her touch was as I remembered it; light, slow, not quite certain but somehow indefinably adventurous. She massaged the shaft gently, lightly, and my imagination tricked me into thinking I heard a groan escape her lips. I let out a heavy breath and tried not to let myself get over excited. It was just an exercise. A class project she had to cooperate with for the Program. That was all. That was all she thought of it, surely. I realized my hands had stilled and I quickly instructed them into motion, running my hands up Jenna's sides, lightly brushing the outer swells of her tits, trying to ignore the thrill that gave me. I came up to her shoulders and my hands circled about to her back. I began to rub, to caress, to lightly contact the flesh with feather-light strokes of the pads of my fingers, along her shoulderblades, up to her shoulders and the back of her neck, down her spine and back up all over again with a touch that only just contacted her skin. Jenna suddenly moaned, loudly, and her body gave a great shudder before my widened eyes. "You okay?" I asked softly. "Yesss," she whispered, almost hissing as she expelled the words on a shaky breath. I smiled softly, watching her face contort in obvious pleasure. Well that was a surprise! My hands continued their work, light half-touches along her neck and the back of her shoulders where she seemed the most sensitive, making her shiver and draw closer into my arms. I could feel her breasts swaying and swishing softly with her now heavy breathing just inches from my bare chest. My fingers worked in circles and round patterns, sometimes touching, sometimes hovering just a breath away from her skin, making her shake in anticipation. Teasing. Jenna's hands became more firm and insistent on my cock, working in a steady and firm motion on the shaft, up and down and alternating the pressure of her squeezing. I felt a pleasant tingle go racing along my skin. Just as I felt like I was surely going to cum all over her hands Mr. Gouski called us to a stop. Damn him. I looked into Jenna's eyes as they opened, heavy and shimmering with arousal. "Wow," she breathed, her voice not quite steady. I smiled at her, nodding my silent agreement. I drew back, unable to help myself from running my fingers teasingly up her back and across her shoulders as I withdrew. I felt her tremble under my touch. Mr. Gouski whistled and remained silent for a moment before turning back to the class. He adjusted his glasses and smirked, glancing briefly over at us before addressing the class. "Now this is interesting. According to these readouts that short bit of time provided a lot more stimulation to both Sam and Jenna than...really the entire time of stimulation before that. They are both showing a high response in all areas indicating arousal and excitement. Even more interesting is, as you all saw, Sam did not even directly stimulate any of Jenna's sex organs. Anyone want to venture a guess as to why this..." The bell started its annoying tantrum of ringing at that moment. Mr. Gouski scowled and waved the question away as he came and unhooked us from the machines. "Very good job today you two, you've given us some interesting things to think about on Human Sexuality. Class, don't forget to study these notes. We'll see what else we can find tomorrow." I stood up and grabbed my bookbag. Jenna tried to stand but her knees shook too heavily. She almost fell, but I managed to make a panicked lunge for her and grab her before she landed ass first on the ground. "You okay? Did I hurt you?" I asked. Jenna smiled at me and a bright red blush crept into her cheeks. "No no, just a little...um...overwhelmed." I nodded and helped her walk away from the chairs. "See you tomorrow," Mr. Gouski said, and I nodded. Jenna patted my hand and smiled, standing up straighter. I reluctantly let her go. "Well that was an, uh, interesting class," I laughed nervously. Jenna smiled, still blushing lightly. "That's one way to describe it," she replied. "Psychological study my ass, " she murmured. I chuckled and followed her out into the hall. Jenna Oh my God! Just when I thought I was starting to adjust and get comfortable with the Program, Mr. Gouski throws us into this crazy-ass experiment of his! It was all I could do to keep from crawling into the corner and rock back and forth. It's not like I haven't been touched repeatedly over the last day, but none of it had been quite so...direct. And intense. Having my breasts and pussy manipulated so purposefully had me shuddering in pleasure before I even knew what to do with myself! The guy didn't have the most skilled hands ever (nothing compared to Sam`s...), but he was trying his best, I think, to get me stimulated. He was certainly able to do that right. As nice as all that had been, my mind was really focused on what happened after all that... Sam. Oh God, his touch was sooo good...I kept running the feel of it through my mind as we walked to Anatomy, feeling my knees shaking unsteadily every few moments. It had been so gentle, so light, perfect and soft along my skin...but his fingertips were calloused and hard. For as light and kind as his hands had been, I could feel the strength of them, a surprising strength that reminded me that, as sweet and gentle and boyish as he always seemed, he had a manliness and masculinity about him that I couldn't deny. And his scent...As he came close I could smell him, his cologne or whatever it was he was wearing, mixing with the scent of his body, his skin...the smell alone made me quiver. I don't know what it was, but I had always been very into scent and smells. I read in one of the stupid girly magazines Karla insists on buying me that smell could work as an aphrodisiac, appeasing our basic animal instincts of using smell to attract a mate...I don't know how well that argument held up, but the simple smell of Sam was having a powerful affect on me! I'm surprised I didn't smash into anyone while we strolled down the hallway, my mind was so intently playing back the experience. His hands...his fingers finding the oddly sensitive flesh at my neck and back was in some way better than even having my pussy stimulated, though my pussy certainly did respond to Sam's touch... And almost as good as getting touched by him was getting to touch him. I could still feel his body under my fingertips, his big arms, his wide, solid chest, his stomach...that probably surprised me the most. His chest and arms and legs were all somewhat visually muscled. But his stomach...when I'd first seen it, I'd thought it kind of odd. It was a bit stocky, not fat or jiggly or anything gross like that, but he didn't have the six-pack or smooth washboard abs I associated with guys who work out and have good physiques. It stuck out slightly and looked thick. But upon touching him, I understood. His stomach was completely and totally packed with solid, huge muscles, so much so that I couldn't distinguish his abs from the rest of his torso...it was too thickly muscled over. Instead of having the defined and shaped abs most guys get, his entire middle was swollen and rippling with muscle on top of muscle, each overlapping the other and forming a solid wall of rock-hardness, giving it that thick solid look. I tried to dig my fingers in but his muscles wouldn't budge one bit, and I almost hurt my fingertips pressing into it. It was like trying to make a dent in a brick wall. It made me shiver. What kind of power and strength could those kind of muscles be capable of? Sam was a pretty small looking guy at first, but after touching him I had the instinctual feeling his short and small stature was hiding some surprising strength. What was it they said about big things coming in small packages...? And of course there was his package, which was anything but small. Having my hands around his cock again...it was wonderful. It made my pussy juicy almost instantly and it made my body shudder and my skin goose-up. It was warm, thick and hard and strong. It jerked in my grasp, which delighted me. I could feel one or two veins pressing against the skin and ran my fingertips along them, tracing them with wonder and overpowering arousal. The skin was soft and yielded to my touch, sliding smoothly along the hard, solid muscle beneath. I could still feel his flesh in my hand. Warm. Pulsing. It was so wonderfully thick, impressively so. Blood pounded under the surface as my fingers squeezed, gentle and firm, gentle and firm, up and down the quivering length... "...Jenna!" I jumped and my heart smacked against my ribs as I came out of my so very pleasant reverie to find Derik standing in front of me with a withering look aimed my way. "It's not very nice to ignore your friends," Derik grumbled. I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Derik to yank me out of such a wonderfully interesting line of thought (Damn him). "I'm just gloating," I replied, focusing hard on him to prevent my mind from starting off into another daydream that I would gleefully follow. "Gloating? Over what?" Derik asked. We reached his locker and he started tossing things in and yanking things out, paying no attention at all as things came tumbling out of his over-full and messy locker to scatter at his feet. "Gloating that you have to do homework and I don`t," I grinned. "Bah," Derik huffed. "At least I get to keep my clothes." "Clothes are so yesterday," Sam added. "Being naked is the hip thing now." "Yeah, clothes are for losers," I giggled. "Says who?" Derik replied lamely. "Uh...fashion consultants?" I suggested. Derik shook his head, and gave us a strangely paranoid look. "The Program propaganda is started to get to you!" "Yup, all the stories are true," Sam nodded soberly. "The Program has a secret back room that they take you into and use to brainwash you. Jenna and I are both hippie nudists now." "I knew it!" Derik exploded, pointing animatedly. "I knew the government was trying to destroy our generation! They're forming a hippie nudist army to do...uh, something." "You need help Derik," I laughed, patting him patronizingly on the head. Derik glared at me through the thickness of his glasses. "And some sun!" Sam chuckled. "Shut up," Derik mumbled. "You're one to talk." "Daw, don't be shad," I giggled in a high pitch imitation of baby-talk. "I'm gonna burn the school down now," Derik announced. Sam gave him a look and laughed nervously. "Nice Derik. Remind me never to piss you off!" "He threatens to do that every week. At least," I explained dryly. "And I will, too!" "And how do you plan on doing this exactly?" I asked. Derik grinned widely. "Fireworks." "Oh God, he'd probably be crazy enough to try it," I whined. "Probably?" Derik balked. "Your parents let you start to play with matches way too early, didn't they?" Sam asked. "There is nothing wrong with being a pyro," Derik asserted, then gave the same wild, half-psychotic grin. "Fire's pretty." "You're a dork," I giggled. Derik made the only mature response he could think of. Which was, of course, to stick out his tongue. I flipped him the bird and grinned wider, which seemed to mildly shock -and impress- Sam. With a few minutes left to get to class, the usual crowd came. Sam got the usual kind of requests, girls wanting to touch his cock and pull at it, playing with it and giggling as they glanced at one another. One girl made the surprisingly unique request of feeling the muscles along his shoulders and back. Sam shrugged, looking mystified by the request. The girls' smile was a mile wide as she traced her hands along his sides and up his back to his shoulders. A back fetish? How...original? One bold Senior asked to touch my pussy. I hesitantly agreed on the condition that he be gentle. He was. He seemed surprise to find his fingers coming back coated in juices after sliding them along my folds. He smiled at me as he pulled the glistening, sticky digits out from between my legs, and probably thought himself at least partially responsible for the mess I'd become down there. I shrugged, allowing him his little fantasy. The rest of the small crowd kept to more reasonable requests, touching and squeezing at my breasts, which seemed all the more sensitive and responsive after Psychology. I had to stop myself from arching my heavy breasts into the hands of one particularly talented Junior who did an impressive job with my nipples, leaving them aching and throbbing for more. I blushed a dark red that spread down to the pale slopes of my breast. I was starting to lose it. I caught myself rubbing my thighs together, pressing them against my pussy and unconsciously savoring the contact as one boy lifted my breasts up in his hands, testing and admiring its weight. Another boy requested to touch my ass, and his fingers felt cool and stimulating against my buttocks, brushing them, lightly squeezing and palming them, feeling at the firm flesh. Oh God...This was one of the biggest things I was afraid of. I was so scared that I would turn into a dripping mess because of all this...and it was happening! Psychology had messed me up. Messed me up bad. And now I was struggling to keep my breathing from turning into lustful pants of pleasure and giving into the unexpected and wholly desirable feelings all this attention sent coursing through my body. "All right already, enough!" Derik suddenly shouted, stepping into the group and grabbing my arm. He hauled me away, and I sighed. Leave it to Derik to be chivalrous just as a girl was starting to enjoy herself (Damn him. Again). "You gotta go to class," he insisted. I glanced up at the clock hanging in the hallway and nodded, turning a smile on the group of grumbling, none-too-happy guys. If I didn't say something they were probably going to string Derik up by his balls. "Sorry guys, but he's right. It's not a reasonable request to make a girl late to class and get her put in detention," I said with a wink. The guys chuckled, and rushed off to make it to classes of their own. Sam had managed to similarly disengage himself from another surprisingly persistent group of girls. I said bye to Derik till lunch and Sam and I hurried off to class. We just barely snuck in before the bell. "I was beginning to think our learning aids weren't going to show up," Ms. Celvin greeted us with a smile. The class was still talking and socializing when we entered, but upon noting our entrance hushed and turned their attention upon the two naked people. Ms. Celvin grinned wider. "I could get used to naked people in the class room. Great way to get students to pay attention." The teens laughed and one of the guys shouted out an enthusiastic, `Yeah!'. "Well then, lets get one with things. Relief, either of you?" I chewed my lip. I felt like I was on fire. My face was flushed, I'm sure. My body was hot, yet I couldn't stop shivering. My breasts were swollen and ached for more of the attention that had been thrust upon it, and my pussy was soaked and slippery. I was more aroused than I could remember being in...well, more aroused than I could remember being ever! The action in the hallway had really gotten to me, working through the guard I tried to keep up to keep out the oh-so pleasant sensations. And Sam... Sam. I glanced over at him and felt his hands on me all over again, touching, caressing, sliding across my body as my hand gripped his cock... I raised my hand. I couldn't even believe I did it. And by the look of things, no one else could either. Sam's eyes were enormous in his face and his mouth was actually hanging open. The class was silent. It sounds corny, but at that moment I was certain I could have dropped a pin and heard it distinctly. My heart made up for the silence by pounding drum-like in my ear, a nice little tune to which I continually asked: How can I be thinking this? After a moment Ms. Celvin cleared her throat and nodded, still looking a bit surprised. Was it really that unbelievable? "All right then Jenna, would you like any assistance?" I shrugged, which the class apparently took as a yes, because several hands came up in offering. I glanced over them. I was not going to choose someone to assist me. Letting people touch me was one thing...letting them feel my body under a pretense of having to allow it was one thing...but actually letting someone stimulate me to full blow orgasm? That was too much, too embarrassing. There was no way... Sam glanced at me, smiled softly, and raised his hand. "Sam," I whispered, my eyes on him before swiveling to Ms. Celvin. "I want Sam." It was all something of a blur. I sat down in the chair Ms. Celvin provided. Sam stood in front of me, sinking down to his knees. His hands rose, and I noticed them shake for just a moment before he looked up at me. He smiled, which somehow made my nipples crinkled and thickened. His hands were steady then and they came forward. I jumped at his touch. He faltered for just a moment, but I smiled to reassure him, the most honest, sweet, encouraging smile I could give. His touch sent waves of pleasure and sensations through my body. He avoided my breasts, which made me sad, because they had gotten really needy for some reason. Maybe he was trying to keep things simple. It was the only thing I could think of other than he just didn't like them, and I couldn't stand that thought...especially because, secretly, I thought they were very nice. I shakily spread my legs and the rest was one giant rush of indescribable pleasure. His fingers brushed my inner thighs. He used the same light, teasing, sliding touch, with the pads of his fingers just barely contacting my skin. It drove me wild. I squirmed and shifted in pleasure. Sam touched my pussy, palming it, squeezing my plump, fleshy vulva and rubbing his palm along my slit in slow, circular motions. I let out a shuddering moan. His fingers slid across the smooth flesh. I was suddenly glad I had started waxing (Two years back I had seen the old flick Scary Movie -the first one- and the scene toward the end where the girl has a gigantic bush that nearly fills the room convinced me that `hair down there' was something I preferred to avoid). The feeling was incredible, the contact of his skin on mine, driving me crazy. It was all I could do not to scream. Sam slid his finger along my slit and dipped them in, sliding them gently between my folds, caressing my soaked pink pussy. His fingers worked deeper as his thumb came up to the top of my cunt, sliding back and forth, working down between the folds to where they met. I almost hit the ceiling when he found my clit. Damn, he was so good! I was suddenly having second thoughts about my earlier impression that he'd never been with a woman. I looked down at him, panting and moaning softly. He was staring up at me. Fingers were sliding insistently along my inner flesh, smooth and quick strokes lubricated by my flowing juices, and his thumb centered on my clit and began rubbing it back and forth. I screamed. I know I did. My back arched and I pumped my hips forward, pushing my pussy against his hand desperately. I felt my orgasm approach already and my senses clouded over. I couldn't see anything around me. I could barely even hear my own screams. The world fell away. All I could see was Sam, touching me, pleasuring me, gazing up at me with those dreamy gray eyes that held my gaze firmly. A small smile played across his face. I could feel those wonderful fingers working so excellently along my wet folds. Sam smiled wider, then bent down. His hand pulled away -dammit, why did he pull his hand away? I need that! Give that fucking hand back right now!- and his lips wrapped around the top of my slit and his tongue slipped between my folds, separating, pushing them apart and finding my clit. And he gave a firm suck, as if eating the quintessential peach. I came. I came and came and came, and I screamed, and now I knew I was screaming, and screaming loud. It would be a wonder if half the school didn't hear me and I didn't care, I didn't give a fuck. One of my hands reached down to grab his head. I think Sam thought I was pulling him off me because he stopped. I solved his indecision by shoving his head more firmly before my legs, pressing his mouth hard into my quivering pussy. His tongue attacked me again, lashing at my clit, flaying it with the tip of his tongue and then mashing it down before licking and sucking at it even more firmly, his fingers gently caressing and squeezing at my legs and hips. I finished my first orgasm an instant before crashing into my second. Sparks exploded before my eyes. Beyond the heavy haze of pleasure clouding my mind, I thought them quite pretty. I screamed louder still, shouting my head off, one long wail of pleasure, proclaiming my enjoyment to the considerable number of people who could hear. And still I didn't care. My orgasm stopped suddenly before launching into yet another. Sam continued to lick and suck at my cunt, the slurping sounds of my juices splashing against his lips and tongue drowned out by the volume of my screaming. It probably would have gone on forever. I hadn't even finished my third cumming and was sure I would cum again if this one ever did in fact end. I tumbled about in my multi-orgasmic haze and wished it never would. I thrust my hips forward and inadvertently unbalanced on the chair, my feet having lifted off the ground with my toes curled up tight. The chair toppled and fell back and I grunted as I fell with it, my back hitting the ground. Sam pulled back quickly, nearly smacking his chin on the rim of the chair as it rushed up. "Jenna?" he rushed to me, crouching down beside me and gently lifting my head up. I reached back and rubbed at the tiny bump on the back of my head. Then my attention focused and I looked into his concerned face, the worried eyes gazing down at me. His lips and chin were shining with my spilled juices. "Wow," I breathed the shaky, familiar words. The class laughed, the tension broken. A loud cheer arose, clapping and hooting and whistling that made me blush darkly. Sam helped me up to my feet. I stumbled and would have fallen on my ass had he not put a strong arm around me and held me up. "Well, uh, now that we all need to go get our hearing checked, we can move class along," Ms. Celvin muttered, and the class tittered again. I blushed even more brightly and with Sam's help took a seat. Sam grabbed a tissue and wiped his face off, but not before licking his fingers clean. I think I turned even brighter red at that. Wow. I never knew I was multi-orgasmic. In years of masturbating I'd never managed a back-to-back orgasm like that. I couldn't stop shaking. My entire body felt totally drained and relaxed after that, and it was all I could do to keep myself sitting upright. That had to be undeniably the best orgasm I've ever had...all of them. And as thoroughly embarrassed as I was over how extremely loud I'd been (now that I had all my senses about me again I realized I'd probably burst a couple eardrums with my screaming) and how I'd totally lost myself in the pleasure Sam gave me, I felt very happy. "Okay Jenna, if you'd clean yourself up a little bit down there, we can begin our examination." I glanced up at Ms. Celvin and blinked stupidly before realizing that it was my day to act as a living diagram for the sexual reproductive system. I nodded weakly and forced myself to sit up. I accepted the towel Ms. Celvin provided with a `thank you' and wiped up the excess liquid and juices still pouring from my pussy. I couldn't seem to get it all; no matter how much I wiped up, a bit more remained, a few fresh droplets oozing out. Ms. Celvin told me not to worry about it after I got the majority of the juices up. "Ok, get your notes out and pay attention," Ms. Celvin ordered, the turned a wide grin on Sam. "You too. Just because you're a Program student and apparent woman pleaser doesn't mean you get exempted from note taking." Sam blushed and quickly took a notebook and pen out of his bookbag. He was so adorable! Sam Okay, not to rant or anything, but I've just eaten out my first girl and I have a handful of thoughts on this not insignificant event. First, and this is just me, but it was a pretty pleasant thing that Jenna was shaved or whatever it is exactly that she does. The skin was so very smooth and soft and pleasantly plump, enough for my lips to work at the flesh. Not that I've had experience with girls with hair, of course, but from what I had just experienced I could confidently say I probably far prefer smoothness to any hair. Another observation. Guys who refuse to eat pussies are pussies. I dunno how many times I've heard guys in the locker room rant about how it `just isn't cool' or `it's dirty'. God. It is not...that...bad. I enjoyed myself through the whole thing, but even if I hadn't, nothing about what I just did would make me balk at the thought of doing it. The taste was actually quite pleasant. Yeah, it was strong at first, and unfamiliar...I don't really see how anyone could compare the taste of pussy with tuna. Maybe Jenna had a different taste than most women, I dunno, but I didn't find myself thinking of seafood at any point. And after a few seconds the taste wasn't so intense and it turned out to be quite good and enjoyable. Guys whine way too much, I fuckin' swear... Jenna was unbelievable. The feel of her skin under my hands and against my lips...possibly the softest, sweetest thing I've ever felt...it was incredible. I was totally rock hard during and after it all...but I was so thrilled with what I'd done with her, to her, that I hardly noticed. And the first time I ever tried to pleasure a woman I made her multi-orgasmic. Holy shit! That was awesome! "You ran a little over, so we're going to be a bit brief about this," Ms. Celvin said as Jenna took her seat. Ms. Celvin stepped up and whispered something to Jenna that I couldn't make out. They both chuckled after a moment and Jenna nodded, smiling a bit awkwardly. Then Ms Celvin reached gently out and cupped Jenna's breasts along the underside, lifting them slightly. I'm pretty sure a few guys in class started entertaining thoughts of masturbation right then and there. The girls seemed less amused. "These, as I'm sure we're all aware, are breasts. I don't think I need to get too technical with these. Breasts are used for feeding and nursing, as well as various entertainment purposes." The class laughed at that and a few guys hooted. "When pregnant and nursing, a woman's breasts swell quite noticeably, typically growing one or two cup sizes. Milk is produced regularly and lactation is often triggered by crying infants or holding a baby close." Ben Gelding raised his hand. Ms. Celvin nodded and released Jenna's breasts. "Yes?" "Would a girl with Jenna's, um...size...get bigger during pregnancy and all that stuff?" he asked. One of his friends laughed at him and he sank down lower into his seat. "That's a good question," Ms. Celvin smiled. "As we can all tell, Jenna has been gifted with an exceptional bosom. But yes, even though she already has an impressively sizable chest, odds are she'll grow. If you don't mind my asking, what size are you now Jenna?" Jenna blushed brightly. "It depends on the bra," she squeaked. "Mostly I fit in a 36DD. Sometimes I have to get a DDD, depending on who the bra's made by." A few guys in the class whistled appreciatively and Jenna smiled shyly. Ms. Celvin nodded. "Even with that kind of size, Jenna will probably grow into a regular DDD or maybe even an E while breast feeding. "Then again, she may not grow at all. Some women show no change in bra size during pregnancy and feeding, no matter if they are small or large busted. But that's rare. There's typically at least a little growth." Ms. Celvin nodded again and lightly cupped one breast. "Another function breasts serve is that of sexuality. Breasts have obviously been a long time center of male attention. They also tend to be sexually stimulated to varying degrees, depending upon the woman in question. Some women feel no stimulation at all, no more than they would if someone touched or kissed their arm. Some women are able to have full and complete orgasms from touches on their breasts, though that nearly never happens. It just all depends on the individual. "As you can see, Jenna's breasts are slightly swollen and engorged, giving them a full and, some would say, `ripe' look. It's normal for this to happen during sexual arousal and should wear off during the next few minutes to an hour, providing she does not become sexually aroused again. During this state, breasts tend to be more tender and sensitive. "The nipples," Ms. Celvin continued, brieftly pressing her thumb to Jenna's hard nipples, "Secret milk during lactation and are connected to the milk ducts. Milk secretes through small pores on the end of the nipple and can be suckled out. The nipple becomes hard and engorged with blood during feeding and sexual arousal. The discolored disk around the nipple is the areola which, like the nipple itself, ranges in color and size from woman to woman. It will usually shrink and become crinkled during arousal. "We're going to move on to the external genitalia," Ms. Celvin nodded and instructed Jenna to lean back in her seat, presenting her crotch fully toward the class, which she did after a moments hesitation. Ms. Celvin nodded and turned back to the class. "Firstly, most young people are under the mistaken impression that `vagina' is the term for all of a females external genitalia. This is false. The correct term for external female genitalia is the vulva. We'll start at the top. "The first item of interest upon the vulva is the Mons pubis," Ms. Celvin said, her fingers moving to indicate as she spoke. "Most of you know this as a `mound' or pubic bone. Usually, the Mons are covered in pubic hair after puberty, but with Jenna this is clearly not the case." The class tittered at that and I chuckled along with them. "The Mons pubis is usually soft and slightly fatty. Some speculate that one reason for this extra padding on the Mons pubis is to provide cushion for a woman's pelvic bone during intercourse." Ms. Celvin slid her hand down lower, her fingers tracing Jenna's outer lips. Jenna shifted slightly, probably feeling even more awkward than I had yesterday, but she didn't complain. "These long, fatty folds are called the labia majora, also typically covered in hair. The labia majora are the homologue of the male scrotum. Does anyone know what I'm saying?" I raised my hand and Ms. Celvin nodded to me. "Basically the female version of the scrotum, right?" "Right," Ms. Celvin smiled. "When we say this, we mean that the two were derived from the same embryonic tissue, and change to either the scrotum or labia majora when the fetus reaches a later stage of growth. Simple enough. So that's the vulva. It's sometimes called the pudendum. Pudendum translates to `shameful'." "What? That's stupid!" I blurted. Then I smiled sheepishly into the curious glance Ms. Celvin gave me. "Yes, I've always thought so too," she said after a moment, and most teens in the room, male and female alike, nodded. Jenna's folds spread open like a flower, the lingering traces of her juices glistening softly on the delicate pink flesh Ms. Celvin revealed. "These are the labia minora," the teacher said, tracing the smaller inner folds with one finger. "They are homologous to the ventral penis." Ms. Celvin spread Jenna's inner lips as well and indicated the general area within. "This is the vestibule. The vestibule forms a recess in most women and houses the urethra and vagina. At the top of the vestibule is the clitoris." For a moment I almost expected Ms. Celvin to touch Jenna's clit. She refrained for this, instead indicating her hood. "This is the prepuce of the clitoris, often called the clit hood. This serves to shield the clitoris from unwanted and uncomfortable stimulation when the clitoris is not sexually aroused and engorged." Jenna jumped slightly when Ms. Celvin gently rolled back her hood. "As you can see, Jenna's clitoris is very erect and swollen. This is obviously due to the stimulation and sexual contact she received during relief. The clitoris is homologous to, what else, the penis. Like the penis, when no stimulation is given, the clitoris becomes flaccid and shrinks." I scribbled away at my notes, fascinated, both with the anatomical knowledge I was learning (Anatomy and physiology always seemed cool to me) and the beautiful female spread out before my eyes. "The urethra," Ms. Celvin continued, "Is located below the clitoris and above the vaginal opening. It's visibility varies from woman to woman. Jenna does not have a prominent urethra. We don't have time to get a really good look. Just trust me when I say it's gotta be there." Ms. Celvin pointed to either side of Jenna's hole and nodded. "You can't really see them, but on either side of the vaginal opening are the greater vestibular glands. These secrete a kind of mucus-ish fluid into the vestibule to keep it moist. These glands secrete at an accelerated rate when properly aroused to facilitate intercourse. "Which of course brings us to the actual vagina itself," Ms. Celvin said with melodramatic flair. A few people in class groaned at her attempt at wit. "We cannot really see the vagina, just the vaginal opening," Ms. Celvin explained, her finger lightly circling Jenna's hole. "The vagina itself is the canal in which intercourse actually occurs. The opening typically remains relatively small and closed, even when a girl is no longer a virgin. This differs from woman to woman, depending on factors such as sexual activity, the size of a woman's partner, and child birth." Ms. Celvin glanced at the clock and nodded, stepping away and smiling to Jenna. "We're about out of time, let's give Jenna a big hand for being so cooperative and such a lovely model." The class clapped and several guys whistled and hooted again. Even the girls clapped though one or two in the back looked less than happy with the subject material. Jenna blushed and sat up fully in her seat, smiling shyly at the unexpected praise. "Any questions before we go?" Ms. Celvin asked. "Yeah," I said. "Can men lactate?" The bell rang and Ms. Celvin practically threw me out the room, smiling the whole way. "Can men lactate?" Jenna echoed. We stepped out, and her eyes sparkled playfully. I grinned widely. "I can see it now. `The incredible milk man!'." Wow. That's a bad idea." "If you could lactate you could star in really freaky porn," Jenna suggested with a wicked smile. "Yick, worse idea still," I muttered. "And with my luck it'd be freaky man-milk and snuff porn." "We should change this topic," Jenna laughed. "No kidding." We strolled through the halls, surprisingly neglected by the usual onlookers and molesters. It was a nice change. We talked quietly for several moments. We joked. We teased. We shared simple small talk that held my attention more raptly than any conversation I'd ever had. It was great. We arrived at our little intersection where we would part ways to go to our respective classes. Jenna stared at me for several moments, those big, beautiful brown eues sparkling strangely. She bit her bottom lip, something I found quite alluring for unexplained reasons. "Thank you for doing that for me," Jenna said softly. I smiled warmly at her. "It's no problem. I understand how this whole Program thing can start getting to you. There's only so much stimulation and contact you can take before it starts turning into a problem." Jenna nodded and smiled, and we continued walking. "You were pretty amazing." she whispered. I almost didn't hear her. Her blush grew along with her smile. "Thanks," I smiled back. "You were something else yourself. I didn't expect you to go for relief like that." "Me either," she confessed, then looked up at me and grinned. "Have you?" She asked. My brow furrowed. "Have I? Oh. Gotten relief?" I nodded. Jenna giggled softly. Then suddenly her eyes widened a bit and her smile faded. "Did...you get someone to help?" I shrugged. "Some girl named Liz in my history class. I don't really know her. She volunteered so I took her up on it." "Oh." Jenna turned away, her gaze riveted to the floor. She stopped walking and bit her lip. Her arms came up to wrap around herself. "Something wrong?" I asked worriedly. "Uh...n, no." She started looking up at me then swiveled her head to look away as I tried to make eye contact. "I'm just not feeling too great. I, um, gotta get to class. See you." Without saying anything else Jenna turned and ran down the hall, leaving me watching her retreating form and scratching my head. The hell? I shook my head and walked to my class. What was going on? Why had she suddenly freaked out so bad? Wait...Jenna asked about relief...I told her... about Liz... I smacked my forehead. Ah shit. Jenna I must have looked like a total wreck. I felt like one. I practically stumbled into Home Ec. I'm not even sure if Ms. Bremins asked if I wanted relief. I rushed right past her, took my seat, and put my head in my hands. I fought to calm myself down. It wasn't a big deal. It wasn't a big deal. It wasn't a big deal. Was it? "Wanna talk about it?" I half-jumped out of my skin when I felt a small hand rubbing along my back. I glanced up. Theresa. Ms. Bremins was having one of her `slow days' (the main reason most of the class took her in the first place). She was shuffling around, occasionally handing out papers, and generally ignoring the quiet gossip the girls were engaged in at their desks. "I'm fine," I mumbled. Theresa scoffed. "Yeah right. I believe that." After a moment her face softened. "Come on girl, tell me what's bothering you. You're upset, I can tell." "It's nothing," I insisted weakly, hardly putting any effort into the denial at all. "I just feel sick." Theresa shook her head and smiled gently at me. "You get crabby when your sick, not depressed. Something happened. Did someone go too far with a request or something?" I shook my head and ran my fingers through the thick length of my hair. It hung down over my bent face and provided a welcome buffer from the world. I didn't care how I looked at the moment. "What is it then?" "Jenna," Theresa said when I made no reply. "Tell me what happened. It's obvious something upset you. Let me help you." I bit my lip and sat up, tucking my hair away from my face. I felt so upset, and somehow unreasonably scared. My heart wouldn't slow down and my stomach was twisted around in uncomfortable knots. I didn't want to talk about this. I didn't want to think about this. I just felt hurt. I felt like I'd finally found someone I was interested in, and he'd walked away from me. Worse. He walked to someone else. I was in an unreasoning panic. And I knew that if I didn't let some of this out, I was going to lose whatever control I could muster and really fall apart. "Sam took relief yesterday," I blurted. Theresa's hand paused its reassuring rub at my back and she raised a brow at me. "Okay...And?" "And...and...I don't know," I stuttered. "It upsets you?" she ventured. I shrugged. "Well, I guess it obviously does," Theresa sighed and patted my shoulder as I fought to keep my composure. "That sucks hon, I'm sorry. You gonna be ok?" I shrugged again. "Not too much I can do about it." "Were you two...I dunno, going out or whatever?" Theresa asked. "Nuh-uh." "Have you told him you like him then?" Theresa pressed. I gave her a withering look. "Of course I didn't tell him! This is me we're talking about." Theresa chuckled and nodded. "I didn't really think so. All right. You don't think he should've gotten relief?" "Who am I to say what he shouldn't do? I'm obviously not his girlfriend." I mumbled. "But it upsets you that he did?" It sounded more like a statement than a question. I gave another shrug. My shoulders were going to get tired from all this shrugging soon. It didn't matter. I couldn't force the hurt words out. "I can understand this upsetting you," Theresa said. "But it's maybe not as bad as it you're thinking." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, I mean, you're upset cause you think maybe Sam got relief and likes this girl, or maybe doesn't like you so much, right?" "No," I said. "You're biting your lip," Theresa commented. "Which is usually a good indication you're either real nervous or lying through your teeth." "Fine," I sighed, "I'm confused about what this means, yeah." "Who says it means anything?" Theresa suggested. "Your not his girlfriend, and you didn't tell him you liked him. He probably has no clue that you're interested in him. Guys are stupid like that." I couldn't help cracking a smile, but it was strained and didn't last. "Remind me how this makes me feel better?" "For starters it gets you to see he probably didn't think you would have any kind of thoughts on it, so it's not like he betrayed you or he`s cheating on you or anything." "I wasn't worried about that in the first place," I grumbled. "So why're you freaking then?" "I...thought he liked me, I guess..." I murmured. I was surprised at my own honesty. I hadn't expected to say it, not even to Theresa. Theresa leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. "And who says he doesn't? Just because he got relief doesn't mean he doesn't like you. It wasn't a class you shared with him, was it?" I chewed my bottom lip for a moment before shaking my head. "See?" Theresa smiled. "I'm sure had you been in there he woulda begged you to volunteer for him! He's a guy Jenna. Guy's take advantage of the relief thing. And I don't blame `em! I wasn't a total stranger to relief through the Program myself. It's not something to be worried about. He probably just wanted to get off. It doesn't mean a thing toward you, for better or worse." I nodded slowly, staring at my desk and letting Theresa's words sink in. They sounded so reasonable and clear compared to the panicked jumble of thoughts I'd been tangled in a moment before. I was freaking out pretty badly. Sam hadn't shown any indication that he was intent on hooking up with this Liz girl. Besides, I knew something of what he was going through...I got so horny and totally worked up and stressed out today that I had to get relief or I felt like I was gonna die. I couldn't rightly blame him for needing it just as bad as I had. "I was just scared maybe he'd like her instead of me." "Not necessarily," Theresa said optimistically. "It was just relief. Sam'd be a decent enough guy not to go after a girl just over something like that." I eyed her doubtfully. "How can you be so sure? You've never even met him." "True," Theresa conceded, her round, honey brown face spreading into a grin. "But I know you. And I know you're smart. Smart enough, I'd bet, not to fall for a guy who wasn't a decent and smart person. If he's got you this head over heels, I'm convinced that he's gotta be something special." "Yeah..." I mumbled, feeling my face grow hot and my lips curl into a smile as I thought about Sam, clearly now, without a fog of panic blanketing my mind. "He is." Theresa eyed me and shook her head. "You're a piece of work girl. You must have it bad." I blushed even more and nodded. "Yeah. I think it's gotten even worse since we talked in homeroom." "What happened?" Theresa quickly demanded. "You got a funny look in your eye. You have gossip. I want in!" "Not really gossip," I grinned sheepishly. "I got relief." Theresa openly gawked at me for a few minutes before grinned widely and lightly pushing my shoulder. "Shut up!" "I did!" I exclaimed softly, trying not to draw too much attention. Not that it would help after my screaming episodes earlier today. I hope I didn't get a reputation. Well, most of me did, at least... "With Sam huh?" Theresa said, then leaned in, grinning widely. "How was he?" I held up three fingers. "Shut up!" she screeched. "Would've been more too, but my chair fell and took me with it," I replied with a strangely proud feeling. Theresa worked hard to smother her laughter for a few moments, a failed attempt at best. Ms. Bremins walked past us and handed us a paper with recipes for a few upcoming lessons printed on it and Theresa managed to get a hold on her laughter. "So he knows what he's doing huh?" Theresa grinned. "I don't know. I get the feeling he hasn't really done it before," I replied. "Bullshit," she muttered. "No virgin eats a girl to four orgasms his first try." "Apparently this one did," I chuckled. "Can I borrow him?" Theresa said coyly. "I've gotta get him before I can loan him out," I reminded her. "Minor detail," she teased. "You actually went up for relief in front of all those people? My scared little Jenna, who would rather sit in a corner than talk to people?" "I'm not that bad." "It's good to know you're starting to put yourself out there," she winked. "I didn't `put' myself anywhere. The Program did," I whined. "Either way," Theresa shrugged. "What brought all this about?" "Psychology," I replied. "Mr. Gouski had a totally insane demonstration set up with us in it. Sam...well, got to touch me." "Ohh," Theresa said with wide eyes. "How was he? What'd he do? Did you get to touch him?" "Yes," I said simply. "Talk!" she demanded. "What, you want a transcript of what happened?" I asked. "Yes dammit!" I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Later," I promised. Theresa glared at me for a moment, then pouted. "You suck. Why not now?" "Because I'm trying to figure all this crap out and decide what I should do." "You'd better deliver later." "I will," I laughed. "So is he `the one'?" Theresa asked. " `The one'? Come on Theresa, I may like him a lot but it's a little early to think marriage." "No stupid! The one..." Theresa made a circle with her fingers and poked the index finger of her other hand through suggestively. I wanted to deny it. Deny it like I denied all of these parts of myself that were coming uncovered so very quickly this week. But even more, I wanted to be honest with myself. "Maybe," I admitted softly. "Aw, my little girl's growing up!" Theresa teased. "I didn't say yes," I pointed out, realizing at once how stupid the protest sounded. "You didn't say no, and that tells me plenty by itself," Theresa snickered. "Whatever," I grumbled, knowing she was right. "He really must be something. I'd like to meet him." I felt warm as I thought of Sam. Warm in many ways... "You oughta let him know." I looked at Theresa and chewed my bottom lip uncertainly. "You think? You don't think it would be too soon? It wouldn't scare him away?" "What guy wouldn't love to know a hottie like you is totally crushing on him? If Sam's as smart as I'm thinking he is, then he'd jump at the chance to date a girl like you." "I guess," I mumbled, hardly convinced. I wasn't nearly as cool and attractive as Theresa always tried to assure me I was. "I'll have to think about it." Theresa shrugged and sat up straight in her seat as Ms. Bremin finally called the classes attention to the front of the room. Wow. Maybe we would actually do something with the last ten minutes of class. "I'd hurry up and make up your mind though," Theresa offered in a whisper. "With the kinda exposure he's getting in the Program, you may not be the only girl with her eye on that fella." My breath caught at that thought. I hadn't really considered that. But Sam had been catching the eye of quite a few girls, and that with only a day and a half gone by... I nodded, smiling thankfully at Theresa for her support even as I mulled over the swirl of conflicting thoughts in my head.