Sam and Jenna: Naked in School (NiS, hs, exh, teen, first, mf, oral, anal) Wednesday, Morning Sam "Son of a bitch," I muttered angrily. I checked the spark plugs, the alternator, and made sure all the wires were hooked up correctly before trying to crank my piece of shit Cavalier again. It didn't make a sound. "Dammit." I sighed, climbed out of the car, and half-heartedly kicked the door closed. Great. My car was dead. I knew next to nothing about fixing cars. Dad was already at work, Mom didn't have a car and was too damn lazy to take me to school even if she did. I was going to be late for school. What other options did I have? The neighbors didn't really like our family, once again my mom's fault. Amelia took the bus. Andy lived on the other side of town and wouldn't have time to swing by and pick me up on the way to school. How was I going to get to school on time? Jenna. She might give me a ride. I didn't want her to even see my house. I didn't want to think about her finding out about my fucked up family life...but I didn't have much of a choice. I wasn't about to be late for school (I'd not been tardy for the last two years, which made me proud in a nerdy kind of way) and I wasn't about to make her go through a day or even a morning without my support. I walked into the house and took the cheap old portable to my room so you couldn't hear my mom watching her crappy soaps on full blast. I glanced at the piece of paper Jenna gave me as I dialed. I had almost memorized it already. Probably because I stared at it endlessly all last night. I waited anxiously for someone to pick up. "Hello?" A voice I didn't recognize answered. It sounded like a little boy. "Hey, can I speak to Jenna?" I asked. "Who's this?" "Edd!" Someone in the background on the other end screamed. "You're not supposed to be on the phone!" "This is Sam. I'm Jenna's partner at school," I explained. "Partner? What kind of partner?" The boy asked. "Edd! Give me that!" I heard a quick argument and struggle on the other end. "Sam?" I recognized Jenna's voice. I couldn't help smiling. "Yeah. Um, hi," I greeted lamely. "Hi," Jenna replied. "Sorry about that, that was my little brother, Edd." "No problem," I said. "Sorry to call so early." "It's okay. I thought you could only use the phone for emergencies?" "Yeah," I mumbled. "It, uh, is an emergency. My car's dead and I don't really know how to fix it. My dad's already at work and no one else is around to give me a ride. Do you think...I mean, if it's not too out of the way..." "Where do you live?" She asked. "Johnston Road. 327." "Really? Ok, yeah, I'm only like five minutes away." "Where's your house?" I asked. "142 Moris Road," she replied. "In Greenpark?" "Uh-huh." "Ok, great, that's not far at all," I said. "I'll be glad to pick you up," Jenna replied. I smiled. "Thanks Jenna, I owe you." "It's nothing, Sam. I'll be there in a minute," she said. "327 Johnston Road. I'll be standing at the door and my Cavalier is dead in the driveway." "Okay, I'll be there soon." I grabbed my book bag and keys, walked outside, and began to pace. I prayed silently that my mother would stay inside. Just stay inside. Just stay inside...I didn't want Jenna to see this part of my life. I realized I was unreasonably freaked out. My mom hardly even left her room, more-less the house. I tried to breath and relax, but continued to pace on the doorstep. It was a long 5 minutes. Jenna's silver Mustang pulled into the drive. I was in so much of a rush that I almost wasn't excited about getting to ride in such a nice car. Almost. I was going to have to find a way to get enough money together to buy one for myself one day. I rushed across the drive and climbed in. "Thanks for picking me up," I said as I put my book bag in the back seat. "You're a real lifesaver." "No problem," Jenna smiled. "I'm just glad I can help you after how much help you've been to me. Your house is..." "Small, I know," I finished for her. "I was going to say `cute'," Jenna replied. I fidgeted nervously. "We'd better get going." Jenna looked at me curiously. "Is something wrong, Sam?" I was about to reply when I heard the front door of my house slam. "Fuck," I muttered and sank down into the seat. "Huh?" Jenna looked confused. My mom rounded the corner. She looked pissed. Her hair looked like crap and her robe had numerous stains all over it. "What the fuck is going on here?" My mom shrieked. "Um...Sam?" Jenna asked. My mom was walking toward the car, getting more irate by the moment. "Who the fuck is this? What the hell is your car doing on my damn driveway, bitch? Get the fuck out of here before I have you arrested for trespassing and attempted breaking and entering you hussy!" "Drive!" I groaned. Jenna, looking pale-faced and rather alarmed, did as I said and pulled out of the driveway. "Sam, get back here you little fuck! You know better than to bring your little slut friends around!" My mom screamed. Jenna put on the gas and we drove away. "Jesus," I muttered. I covered my face with one hand. Jenna drove on in silence for several moments and I waited for my face to lose some of its redness. I hated my mother. "Are you ok?" Jenna asked after a moment. I nodded and sighed. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I can't believe she did that." Jenna shrugged slightly and kept her eyes on the road. "I'm sorry, Sam. I had no idea you...I mean...I didn't know your mom was like that." I shook my head and sat up a bit more straightly. "I'm used to it. I guess. I just wish you didn't have to go through that. I may be used to my mom being a bitch, but you didn`t deserve that." "Neither do you," Jenna said softly. I shrugged and glanced at her. "Don't let her upset you, please," I said. "My mom's not important and neither is any of the shit she says." Jenna smiled at me softly and nodded. "I won't. Uh...who are the... `slut friends'?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't listen to that. She was talking about Amelia for Christ stake, whom my mom labeled with that the first time I tried to bring her over. I haven't tried having friends over since then." "That's awful," Jenna said. "Do you want to talk about it?" "Not really," I said honestly. "I just don't want you to think badly of me because of her." "I would never judge you on your family," Jenna said softly, then gave me a playful smile. "God forbid someone judge me by my family." We arrived at Junior parking and Jenna found a spot. "Don't worry about me," I assured her. "I'll be fine. I just...need to think for a minute or something. Get it out of my head, y'know?" Jenna smiled at me. Her hand found mine and her fingers slid shyly around my own. "I'm here for you." I smiled at her and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. We talked to the front of the school. Once again a group was gathered in front of the school to watch the Program people undress. I glanced around and sighed in relief. Brock wasn't around, thank goodness. Amelia and Theresa were sitting to the side, chatting quietly as they eyed several of the Program guys. "Hey guys!" Theresa waved when she spotted us. "We heard what happened," Amelia said. She scowled and shook her head. "I wish I'd been there. Bret Wilson would be missing a few teeth." "Are you ok?" Theresa asked Jenna. Jenna smiled softly and nodded. "Yes, I'm ok. Sam talked to me about it last night and helped me relax." "Andy told us about you're little date," Amelia grinned. "I wanted to make sure Jenna was ok," I pointed out. "I hadn't been to Ezzies in awhile anyway, so it was nice," Jenna added. "Why didn't you clock him Sam?" Amelia asked. "Sam? Clock Bret Wilson?" Theresa scoffed. "The guy outweighs him by like a hundred pounds!" "Sam's heavier than he looks," Amelia snickered. I fidgeted slightly. I still wasn't in a very good mood after what happened not a half hour ago. "You know I don't start fights, Amelia." "Yeah, I know," Amelia grumbled. "But that asshole was starting things first." "It doesn't matter," I shrugged. Amelia gave me a curious glance. I tried to give her a look that told her I wasn't in the mood to put Bret down...for once. "You two'd better put a move on," Theresa commented. "Yeah, let's go ahead and get this over with," I sighed. Jenna and I found our boxes and began to undress. I was so distracted and unhappy about this morning that I hardly even noticed anything going on around me. I didn't even watch Jenna. "Here, let me help," Jenna said. I looked up as Jenna walked up to me and began to undo my belt. I swallowed hard. Suddenly my mind wasn't on this morning anymore. She smiled shyly up at me as she pulled my belt out of the loops on my pants. "Cheer up," she whispered. Her fingers began to work at the button on my pants. "Thanks," I murmured softly. I pulled at her shirt, raising it slowly upward, exposing her stomach and then her bra. Jenna worked my button loose and raised her hands over her head long enough for me to slip the shirt off completely. The small crowd gathered to watch cheered and hooted softly. Jenna and I both grinned and my tension began to ease. She zipped down my fly as I reached around her back with one hand. My fingers found the hooks and after about three seconds all three hooks were undone. "Guess it wasn't a fluke," I smirked. "You'll have to teach me how to do that," Jenna winked. I removed her bra and the guys whistled as her breasts came into view. Several girls likewise cheered as Jenna, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, grabbed my boxers at the hem of the legs and yanked them down. I grinned and pulled my shirt off. Jenna smiled and gave me a teasing look, putting her hands behind her back as I undid the fly on her tight-fitting jeans. I grabbed the waistband and eased the jeans over her curving hips and supple thighs before letting them drop. Jenna smiled at me and turned around, bending at the waist. She was wearing a dark blue thong and it was riding into the deep crack of her round buttocks. My cock throbbed heavily at the sight. My hands shook slightly as I gripped the waistband of her thong and slowly inched Jenna's underwear down. The back slid out of her crack and I could see her smooth pussy peaking at me from between her thighs. My cock gave a jerk of excitement and I had to remind myself to breath. "Uh...I have a request," I mumbled. I looked away and smiled in embarrassment. Jenna glanced at me over her shoulder, still bent over at the waist with her ass raised upward. She looked a bit surprised, but there was a soft smile on her lips. "You don't have to request Sam. You can do whatever you like." My mind raced in twenty directions at once. What did that mean? Was she just being nice? Was the Program really getting her to loosen up and relax and want to explore these sexual situations we kept finding ourselves in? Or was it more than that? I wondered if she was trying to tell me something...something I very badly wanted to hear. I couldn't help but hope I wasn't the only one with developing feelings in this partnership. I told myself not to read into Jenna's words and her attitude. I told myself not to get my hopes up. I don't think I was entirely following my own advice though. I placed my hand on the small of her back and slowly slid it downward, along the swell of her plump round ass. I was surprised by how firm it was...I could feel the muscle just under the surface, firm and bunched as her buttocks flexed softly under my fingers. Despite the firmness, the skin was soft and I had watched Jenna's ass bounce softly, enticingly whenever she walked ahead of me. My hand slid lower, down and off her heart shaped ass and to her upper thigh. I reached slowly between her thighs. Before Jenna could spread her legs wider I slid my fingers between them, feeling the soft flesh and caressing it lightly. Her legs were supple and slightly meaty yet they were toned and tight, which seemed much nicer to me than skinner legs would ever be. My fingers slid further between her slightly parted thighs and brushed along the silky smoothness of her vulva. I found one of her petals with my thumb and I pulled it aside gently. Jenna gasped loudly and I saw her knees wobble, and for a moment I thought she was going to fall. When I was sure she wasn't going to I spread her other outer fold to the side with one of my fingers and used my middle digit to slowly slide up her slit and toward her raised ass. I felt her juices sticking to my finger and couldn't help but smile wider. I could just see her womanhood behind my hand and the hint of juices glistening softly as the sunlight hit it. I slid my fingers up and down the length of Jenna's slippery pussy, feeling the heat radiating against my hand as I lightly toyed with her folds. A soft moan came from Jenna's lips as I pulled my hand away. She glanced back at me and smiled before finally standing up straight. The people around us began to clap. I'm not sure who blushed more, Jenna or me. "Showoffs," Amelia grinned as we put our clothes in our boxes. "You're just jealous," I countered. "First, that was weak," Amelia snickered. "Second, I am anything but jealous of your having to parade around in your baby suit." "Birthday suit," I corrected. "Whatever," Amelia rolled her eyes. "It's not so bad, once you get used to it," Jenna said. "Hah! This from the girl who would sooner run away screaming than have someone look at her too suggestively!" Theresa giggled. "Just because I don't feel like being a ho doesn't mean I don't like attention," Jenna said. "With the little number that just happened I'd have to agree with that," Theresa grinned. Theresa turned toward me. "So just how many girlfriends have you had?" "A bit random there Theresa, don't you think?" Amelia chuckled. "Well, none if you don't count that one girl who insisted we were getting married back in kindergarten. I ran away from her. I thought she was trying to suck away my soul." Amelia smacked her forehead and mumbled, "You're an idiot." "You've never had a girlfriend?" Theresa asked doubtfully. "Nope," I repeated. "Why?" "You've got some damn good hands for someone who's never used them before," Theresa giggled. "How would you know?" Amelia and Jenna asked at the same time. Theresa grinned wider. "I know good hands when I see them." I squirmed a bit. I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed or not. "Uh, thanks?" "You need to get a boyfriend again," Jenna rolled her eyes. "You're going to be climbing the walls soon, I know it." We walked into school and started down the halls. We all had homeroom further back into the school, so we still had some time to talk a bit. "I know," Theresa sighed. "I miss having a boyfriend. Being single isn't for me by a long shot." "You're better off," Amelia frowned. "Guys suck." "Hey," I protested. "I resent that!" "Resemble more likely," Amelia muttered. "I heard that," I grumbled. Amelia smirked, but it fell into a frown again after a moment. "Fine then, high school guy's suck." "That's not any better! I still fall into that category!" I whined. "Oh quit acting like you're offended! You know I don't mean you. I mean all the guys around here who act like total jackasses. In other words almost all of them," Amelia replied. "Yeah, most of the guys around here are asses," Theresa agreed. "Which is why I'm single right now I guess. It`s had to find a nice guy. I've tried the whole bad boy thing and it's so totally not worth it. I just wanna find a guy who'll treat me right. Someone who could make me laugh'd be nice too. And being decent to look at never hurts." I tried not to smirk. Andy would enjoy hearing this, I thought, even if he was being hesitant about it. The requesters were out in force this morning. Maybe they were making up for how lax they had been yesterday or something. Several girls played with my cock, which was already throbbing and hard as stone from my impromptu request a few minutes ago. My cock was taken into a soft hand, pumped a few times, then passed to the next set of fingers that curled around the shaft and gave it a teasing squeeze. After the first five girls my cock was leaking pre-cum pretty heavily. This, if anything, seemed to encourage the girls in their requesting. One girl squeezed at my arms and shoulders and chest, feeling at my muscles, which made me feel strangely like she was testing for the choicest cut of meat or something. A girl walked by and smacked my ass sharply before strutting down the hall with her laughing friends. Amelia was snickering. I would have glared at her but I was too busy being red from all the attention. Jenna was in a similar situation. One guy asked to play with her breasts and squeezed them, pressing his fingertips against the ample flesh. He pulled lightly at her pink nipples, giving them a light pinch before taking a handful of her breast flesh once more. He smiled and thanked her with surprising politeness before moving to let the next guy forward to request. After two or three guys had played with her tits, a black guy named Rodney from my history class requested to feel up her ass. He squeezed and kneaded Jenna's firm perky buttocks, massaging the round cheeks in his big black hands. It was an interesting contrast considering how pale Jenna was. His fingers pressed into the creamy whine skin and I saw Jenna shiver at the contact. Before he removed his hand he trailed one finger along the crack of her ass, lightly dipping it inward as he slid it down. The next requester fondled Jenna pussy, squeezing at her hairless vulva. I watched (somewhat jealously, I have to admit...I wanted to touch her too!) as his fingers slid along her folds and the soft pink flesh inside. As the requesters began to touch and fondle her, Jenna reached out and took my hand. I glanced at her worriedly, but she smiled back at me and I was relieved to see that she didn't seem to be bothered at all by the requesters. Aside from a moment of fidgeting, she didn't show any sign of discomfort even when the guy began to play with her pussy. She had come a long way from Monday already. And there was still tomorrow and Friday to go. How many more times would she manage to surprise me before then? I glanced back and saw Theresa and Amelia both glancing at Jenna and my joined hands. They exchanged coy looks and when Amelia caught my eye she winked at me. I smirked and looked away. I reached the hall leading to my homeroom and waved goodbye to the girls. I felt a weird kind of loss when I had to let go of Jenna's hand. I walked quickly down the hall to homeroom and slid into my desk right as the bell rang. "Hey bud," Andy greeted. "Sup?" I replied. "Not much. How's the day going so far? Getting used to the naked thing?" I chuckled. "Do you think someone gets used to just being randomly naked in front of their peers?" "Point," Andy grinned. "Today sucks so far," I muttered. "What's up?" Andy asked. "My fuckin' clunker died in the drive, for starters," I grumbled. "That sucks," Andy sympathized. "Why didn't you call me to come get you?" "You live across town, Andy. I'm not gonna make you drive the extra to get me. Plus by the time I found out you were probably already here at school." "Right. And my folks took my cell for two weeks," Andy sighed. "Your fault for breaking curfew," I grinned. "Is it my fault my parents set such an unreasonable time for me to be home by? I think not." "Anyway," I frowned. "That wasn't even the worse part. Since you weren't home and Amelia takes the bus I had to get Jenna to give me a ride." "That doesn't sound like that bad of a thing to me," Andy smirked. "It is when my mom comes out and starts calling her my, and I quote... "Little slut friend". "Holy shit," Andy groaned. "Your mom actually said that to her?" "Yup," I sighed. "I couldn't believe it. I wanted to fuckin' shoot myself." "Weak," Andy replied. "That totally blows, man. I'm sorry." "I'm used to it," I said. "I just wish she wouldn't pull that kinda shit around other people. I couldn't care less, but Jenna's about the nicest person I've ever met and she definitely doesn't deserve anyone to say that kinda shit to her, more-less my mom." "Is Jenna pissed?" Andy asked. "No, thank God," I replied. "I think it just kinda freaked her. I don't blame her. If someone's mom just exploded on me for no reason like that I'd be a bit freaked too. She's being really cool about it though, acting like nothings wrong." I sighed and propped my head in my hands. "I just hope to God this doesn't scare her off and make her think I'm some kinda psycho or something." "You shouldn't worry about it bro. It was your mom, not you," Andy reassured me. "Still," I grumbled. "You know sometimes people get judged by their family. I don't really think Jenna's the type to do that, but you never know. And anyway, even if she doesn't necessarily judge me by my mom, I could see her wanting nothing to do with me just so she wouldn't even have to deal with my mom." "You told her how you feel yet?" Andy asked. "Nah," I sighed. "I'm too chicken shit." "You? Nah, maybe me, but not you," Andy insisted. "It's not exactly like I've ever even approached a girl before," I replied. "At least you've had some experience." "Yeah, for all the positive influence that had," Andy muttered. "Point taken," I smiled apologetically for bringing it up. "Speaking of relationships...I've got some news about Theresa," I continued. Andy looked me hard in the eye. "You didn't..." "No I didn't. I haven't said a word, not even to Jenna," I assured him. Andy relaxed visibly. "Okay. So what's up?" "She's looking for a boyfriend," I grinned. "Oh...kay?" "Come on man, just think about it. You like her, we both know it." "Volume dude," Andy hissed, glancing around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to our conversation. I'd never seen him so paranoid. He must have it bad. "You like her. I think there's a good chance she does or will like you. She complained there were no decent guys, no guys who weren't asses. She said she wants a guy who'd treat her good, who'd make her laugh, and who's cute. You fit the bill pretty well if you ask me." "Did you just call me cute?" Andy asked. "Don't change the subject," I said doggedly. "Fine, so maybe I could be that kinda guy. So what? That doesn't change the fact that I'm not ready to get into that kinda ugliness again," Andy hissed. "Who says it'll be ugly this time?" I asked. "Does Theresa really seem like that kinda girl?" "Did Christy?" Andy countered. "Alright, fine," I relented. "But just think about it man. I know the Christy thing really left a bad taste in your mouth, and maybe Theresa can fix that. Just think about it." "I am," Andy admitted. "But I gotta weigh this. I have to decide if I'm willing to open that chapter of my life again. I don't want to put myself in that position again." "It could be different this time," I insisted. "I know. But it could be the same too. Would you take that risk?" "For Theresa?" "For anyone." I nodded slowly. "I would for Jenna. In a heartbeat," I said softly. Andy looked away. "You haven't been there, man." "I know," I put a sympathetic hand on Andy's shoulder and gave it a brief squeeze. "Just think about it." "And you need to think about telling Jenna about how you're feeling about her," Andy countered. "If you were serious about what you just said, then you definitely need to hook up with her." "I don't even know how she feels," I replied nervously. "She seems to be pretty sweet on you to me," Andy assured me. "Yeah, but is that enough?" I asked doubtfully. "You'll never know if you don't ask, will you? You really want to pass up a girl like that because you're too chicken to ask her out?" I gave Andy a meaningful look. "I know I know," he growled. "I got no room to talk. But that doesn't mean you still shouldn't do it!" "Alright, alright," I muttered. "I'll do what I can. But I'm not saying anything till I think the timing is right." "Which'll be never," Andy smirked. "Maybe," I shrugged. I did take Andy's suggestion under consideration though. I definitely didn't want to end up letting Jenna slip through my fingers...it would be bad enough if I was simply attracted to her, but it was more than that. I wasn't delusional enough to say I was in love...not yet, at least. But I was certain I had moved past simple lust and into something entirely more complicated. Jenna I felt horrible. My motherly instincts (which were surprisingly strong and well tested considering I was only 17. Karla was a good mom, but I had definitely done plenty of mothering to my brothers and sisters through the years.) wanted to just take Sam into my arms hold him. He played his mothers behavior off like it didn't affect him, but after what happened this morning it was clear why he refused to talk about her last night. I realized that he really didn't want other people to know about his mom, which wasn't surprising. I wanted to know more about this. How long had this been going on in his life? Was she just verbally abusive or...? And what else was going on in his family? From how Sam spoke about his father I doubted he was anything but a great guy. I wasn't sure why I wanted to know about this so bad...it really wasn't my business. But I wanted to know everything about Sam, the good and the bad...and I guess part of me hoped that if I knew more, maybe I could do something to comfort or help him. He didn't show it, but I felt sure that his bad relationship with his mother was eating at him no matter how well he was able to hide it. I couldn't bring myself to ask him about it though. I don't know if he would even be willing to talk about it, and even if he was I doubt he would be comfortable. So how was I going to find out just how bad all this was? Amelia. Sam mentioned that she had met his mom. Maybe she would know more and could tell me? Should I talk to her? That almost felt like I was going behind his back or something. Maybe I was being too nosy... I worried about Sam as we arrived at school. He was quieter than usual, and his face was sullen and his eyes down. I couldn't help but feel a small bit responsible. Sure, his mother was the one that freaked out, but if I hadn't been there maybe she wouldn't have freaked out and he wouldn't have felt bad. He definitely seemed to perk up when we undressed each other, which was exactly what I was going for. I hadn't expected it when he made a request (the thought had never even occurred to me that we could make requests on each other), but I was very excited too; not only had I managed to cheer him up, but I had excited him enough to merit a request. I surprised myself when I told him he didn't have to ask, but as I spoke the words, I realized they were the truth. I would allow Sam to do pretty much anything he wanted...I would happily go along with anything he wanted to do to me or with me...my head practically spun with the thought of just how far the possibilities went, but I would welcome Sam's attention in any form it took. My heart thumped hard when I thought about it. I had always promised myself I was saving my virginity for someone special. Even now that some of my sexual inhibitions had been loosened by the Program that remained true. I had thought for years it would never happen, because it seemed impossible for me to ever meet the type of guy who would be that special person to me. Had that changed? Was Sam that person? Was I really ready to give up my cherry? I kept asking myself that on the way to homeroom. Theresa and I talked about it. She had to open me up some before I would talk about it, but she guessed that I was worrying about Sam right off the bat and I saw little use in denying it. She, of course, told me I should go for it, but became a bit more serious when I didn't laugh or scold her. "Well, how do you feel about him?" She asked. "I think he's the most incredible guy I've ever met," I said honestly. "Well, there's a start at least," she giggled. "So is that enough or not?" "I don't know," I replied. "I mean...I've never felt for a guy the way I do for Sam...not even close. But is that enough? I mean...I don't know what I mean." "Sure you do," Theresa encouraged gently. "You just don't want to say it because it's scary." "It is scary. I'm enjoying the Program," I admitted softly. "I feel like I'm finally experiencing things I've wanted to experience for a long, long time. But I don't want to get carried away. I don't want my first time to be just because I'm getting all horny and having fun. I think it's a little more important than that." Theresa gave me a look and smiled slowly. "This is why you didn't want to go into the Program in the first place, isn't it? You figured this would happen." I considered denying it, but Theresa knew me too well, so I just nodded quietly and tried not to blush. "All I can really say is you need to think about how you feel. If he's the one, you should be able to tell. You're looking for someone special...so decide if he's special or not." "I know he's special," I mumbled. "But how do I know if he's special enough?" "Who says he has to be `special enough'?" Theresa countered. "Isn't it good enough that he's special in the first place? Not a lot of guys are these days." "Maybe," I shrugged uncertainly. Theresa smiled and gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Just remember not to put your standards so high no one can reach them, Jenna. If you do then even if Sam's the guy who measures up the closest to them you'll still pass him by." I nodded and ran my fingers through my hair. My head was pounding trying to figure all this out. How could I be faced with all these questions and changes in the span of three days? It almost wasn't worth it...the Program was nothing else if not disruptive. The bell rang and I said bye to Theresa til lunch. I walked down the busy halls, stopping every now and then to oblige a request. I posed a few times, thrusting my generous chest out and then bending over with my butt high in the air. I even pinched at my own nipples during one pose to give the guys an extra thrill. I had my breasts pawed and squeezed at and two requesters fondled my pussy gently before moving on. I found Sam waiting for me at the hallway leading to Psych. His balls were being fondled by a girl who looked like she was old enough to be in college. She moved her hand up to his cock and gave it a few quick squeezes before moving away. "May I make a request?" I smiled playfully as I approached him. "Sure. I extend the same offer you made this morning," he replied with a smile of his own. I lightly wrapped my fingers around his shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. I smiled, my eyes staring at his meaty cock in my hand. Sam's cock jerked lightly in my grip. I giggled and began to run my hand up and down his impressive length. It felt huge in my hand, even bigger than it looked. I closed my eyes and savored the sensations my fingers sent to me. A light dribble of pre-cum was leaking from the head. I rubbed the sticky stuff into his cock for several moments. I released his cock and opened my eyes. He was staring at me and he looked quite pleased. Feeling suddenly naughty and wanting to turn him on even more, I raised my fingers and teasingly licked his pre-cum from the digits. His eyes widened and he grinned at as I winked. I was having way too much fun... Just as I was about to reach out and give Sam's cock another feel Derik walked up to us. Why did that boy always ruin all my fun? It never failed...I just hope if he saw what I just did he wasn't going to start freaking out... "Mornin'," Derik grunted as he approached. "What's up?" Sam asked. "Someone in my homeroom threw a condom on to the blackboard," Derik grinned. "It stuck. It was cool." I laughed and shook my head. "Would that have happened to be you?" "Where would I get a condom?" Derik replied. "Is that a literal question?" I grinned. "Hey!" Derik exclaimed. "There are condom dispensers in all the guys' bathrooms," Sam pointed out. "Oh goody. We have tampon dispensers in ours," I said. Sam and Derik squirmed like all guys do any time the mere concept of menstruation is mentioned. I laughed at them. A guy requested to touch my breasts and I told him yes. Derik shuffled and his jaw was tight, but I was impressed when he didn't freak out. "I'm never gonna get used to that," he muttered after the guy walked away. "You think you have an issue getting used to that?" Sam asked. "Wait till it's done to you." "That's okay," Derik muttered. "You're just uncomfortable because you're thinking about guys doing it to me," I reasoned. "As soon as you consider that girls will be doing the requesting and you'll be the...er...requestee, you'll warm up to the Program." "Nah," Derik replied. "I'll never be comfortable with something like that. For one thing, I've been signed out of the Program." "You've told us. A lot," Sam chuckled. "And for another thing, girls run away from me, not to me," Derik continued. "That's what I thought before I got in the Program too," Sam said. "I don't think it matters if you're popular or good looking or whatever, it's not you girls are interested in." Derik and I laughed. "At least you don't have boobs to be fondled," I smiled. "I dunno, I've had a few girls feel up my chest," Sam smirked. "That's weird," Derik said. "I somehow don't think it's quite the same," I said as I looked down at my breasts. "Probably not," Sam conceded. Derik didn't look very comfortable discussing my boobs. "Oh yeah," he turned to Sam. "Amelia told me to tell you you better have remembered your mouth guard because you start practice for the tournament on Saturday today. She said if you forgot your mouth guard she was going to laugh at you." "You were hanging out with Amelia?" I asked. Derik shrugged. "We have homeroom together." "Huh. Did you two talk before now?" Sam asked. "Nah," Derik replied. "I don't talk to people. But since I know her now it's ok. She's the only person who will talk to me in homeroom anyway." "Maybe that's because you threw a condom at the blackboard," I grinned. "I did not!" Derik protested. "We better get going to class," Sam smirked. "Yeah, I'm gonna be late," Derik glanced at his watch. "See you at lunch," I waved. "He seemed much more mellow today somehow," Sam commented as we walked into Psych and waited for the rest of the class to come in. "I think he took my scolding to heart," I suggested. "Maybe. Or maybe he's just getting more comfortable with his friend being in the Program," Sam replied. "Maybe. Either way, I'm glad he's not freaking so much any more. It was stressing me out." The class filtered in. Several students looked like they hadn't quite woken up yet. I probably would have looked pretty under myself, but something about being naked in the cold air and getting fondled multiple times before first period woke me right up. Imagine that. "All right," Mr. Gouski spoke up once most of the class was seated. "Today we'll be continuing our researching from Tuesday. We'll be seeing how Jenna and Sam respond to some different stimuli. We'll look at a bit more specific stimuli today." Mr. Gouski turned to Sam and I. "Before we begin, do either of you want relief?" "I do," Sam said. Mr. Gouski looked mildly annoyed but nodded and went to sit behind his desk. "Volunteers?" My hand shot up. Sam smiled at me and nodded. "Jenna can help me." Sam took his seat at the front of the class and I knelt before him. I smiled up at him and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It throbbed in my hand. "You don't have to volunteer, you know. It won`t upset me," Sam smiled down at me. Part of me almost felt as if he was rejecting me. Like he was telling me he didn't want me to volunteer. But then his cock jerked in my hand and I saw him shudder. I pushed that insecure part of me down. "You don't always have to pick me to assist you," I replied. Then I blushed softly, lowered my eyes, and mumbled, "Besides, I want to." Before he could reply I lowered my face and opened my mouth. The head of Sam's cock slipped between my lips. I heard him draw in a sharp breath. I gave Sam's cock a light suck as my tongue tentatively slid along the underside of the swollen head. His taste seemed deliciously familiar already. I gave a soft moan around his head and glanced up. Sam's eyes were glued on me and his eyes were bright with pleasure. I smiled around his cock and slid it deeper into my mouth. His shaft disappeared slowly between my lips. I stopped when I felt the head approaching the back of my mouth and my throat tightened. I knew what deepthroating was, but I didn't think I was quite ready for that. I remained motionless for a moment, savoring the feel of Sam's meat in my mouth. My fingers lightly massaged what I hadn't managed to take between my lips. His taste filled my mouth. He tasted wonderful. I could smell him, too...his cock had a very distinct smell, different from the rest of his body. I couldn't explain how it smelled, but I liked it. It smelled...male. I rubbed my thighs together unconsciously in excitement. I slowly pulled back, letting his cock slide from my mouth. I sucked at it as the head came out, making a soft popping noise. I was unable to keep from giggling in excitement. I gazed shyly up into Sam's eyes as I pressed the broad side of my tongue against the base of his cock and ran it firmly upward. I slipped about mid way up and started over at the bottom again. I was trying my best to be sexy and make this enjoyable for him, but I wasn't entirely sure just what I was doing. I paid close attention to how he reacted and tried to repeat what seemed to get a reaction out of him. I licked at his cock, tasting his flesh. I swirled my tongue around his head once or twice before lowering my mouth around the shaft once more. Sam moaned softly as I began to, somewhat clumsily at first, bob my head up and down. I almost panicked when I nicked him with my teeth. He squirmed a bit but smiled reassuringly and told me he was okay. I took extra care to cover my teeth with my lips. Theresa told me once that some guys liked some nibbling and stuff during a blowjob (I'm still not sure why she told me these things), but I didn't want to risk going too far with something like that on my first try at a blowjob. I sucked more firmly, which I judged as a good thing by Sam's moaning. His hips bucked slightly and his cock slid firmly between my lips. I moaned and my free hand gently squeezed his thigh in encouragement. My hand ran up and down the lower portion of his shaft. A small trickle of my saliva ran down his shaft, which I rubbed along his cock to lubricate my hand. My tongue rubbed the underside as well as I could manage. I was surprised. I was enjoying myself far more than I had thought I would. My pussy was soaked, and it was all I could do to keep from reaching down to finger myself hard. I had never known having a cock in my mouth could make me so horny. If sucking cock was this exciting and enjoyable, what would sex be like? I moaned loudly as Sam bucked into my mouth. His breathing was coming ragged and heavy which excited me even more. I sucked hard, making a naughty little slurping sound. Sam's cock jerked in my mouth and his body practically spasmed. I would have to remember how excited that sound made him if I ever did this again (which I very strongly hoped I would). Sam got that look in his eyes that he had as he got ready to cum when I jacked him off yesterday. I sped up, bobbing my head rapidly along his cock, sliding all but the tip out of my mouth before dropping down and taking him in all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged softly. Sam looked down at me, looking slightly alarmed, but I could tell by the way his body shuddered that feeling my mouth tighten around him had excited him. I kept going, moaning to show him I didn't care if I gagged on him. My mouth glided back and forth across Sam's fat cock. His shaft was starting to get very wet, covered in my saliva. My lips tingled with the stimulation of his meat sliding along between them over and over. I tongued along the underside as his cock entered my mouth, getting a taste of his flesh. When his cock slid especially far back a few times I gagged more, but I wasn't gagging so hard that my stomach heaved or anything. I could tell it excited him, so I was more than willing to let it happen a few times. I popped his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue along it again, slowly and firmly licking up and down along underneath his cock and along the swollen sides. My tongue circled around the crown, tracing it. I gave a firm, wet kiss at the spot where Sam's underside met the rim of his head. I lowered my head a bit more after a moment and took one of his heavy balls into my mouth. I licked and sucked his testicle. I was glad he didn't have more than a light sprinkling of hair on his sack. I sucked lightly one ball and then the other. I rolled them gently, delicately in my mouth before releasing them. I licked my way back upward, pausing for a moment here and there to wrap my lips around the side of his cock to suck softly. I was totally engrossed at this point and had completely forgotten about the rest of the room. I felt like I could lavish attention on Sam's cock forever and be perfectly happy. I was beginning to think I was going to enjoy having a cock in my mouth a lot more often...especially if it was his. His head jerked as my tongue reached it and began to swirl around it, causing a thin trickle of drool to run down his shaft. "I'm gonna cum," Sam warned shakily. I eagerly shoved a big mouthful of his cock between my plump lips. I moaned loudly and my pussy quivered excitedly. I made another slurping noise, this one loud and sloppy sounding as I sucked firmly on his shaft. His cock tensed in my mouth. I gagged again as a huge spurt of cum splattered onto the back of my throat. I pulled back just in time for the second burst to fill my mouth and coat my tongue. His cock exploded over and over into my mouth, filling it with warm gooey cum. I swallowed quickly as my mouth began to fill. Cum leaked out the corners of my mouth as I struggled to keep up with his spurting dick. Finally his cock settled. I hesitated a moment to be sure he was finished before I pulled back and swallowed. His cum was incredibly thick and creamy and it slid down my throat in a warm gooey mess. Thin trails of saliva and cum ran down my lips and along my chin. I wiped my face clean with the back of my hand. "Wow," Sam breathed. I giggled. "I thought I was supposed to say that," I smiled. I leaned forward and licked a small dollop of cum from the tip of his cock and kissed his the cock head clean. "Okay then," Mr. Gouski sighed. "Let's get class started. Though Sam probably won't be very good for data anymore." The class tittered and talked quietly. "Thanks," Sam smiled at me and helped me to my feet. "My pleasure," I blushed softly. It figures. I wait till after giving someone a blowjob to get bashful. I took the second chair beside Sam and Mr. Gouski started putting the electrodes and such on us. He turned to fiddle with his monitor for a few moments before turning to face the class again. "We'll start with Sam. Can I get a volunteer to assist him?" Most of the girls in class extended their hands. Mr. Gouski nodded and chose a girl with dark blonde, curly hair. "If you will bring Sam back around, please," Mr. Gouski instructed. The girl tentatively wrapped her hand around Sam's hanging cock. She began to jack him off slowly, trying to run her hand up and down the flaccid flesh for several moments. Sam squirmed and looked a bit embarrassed, probably about his lack of hardness. His cock jerked slightly but remained otherwise lifeless. "It's no good," Sam stated sheepishly after several more unsuccessful moments. "Sorry Mr. Gouski, I think I'm tapped for the moment." Mr. Gouski rolled his eyes and shook his head in annoyance. "Couldn't wait for a class that wouldn't be affected, could you?" Mr. Gouski muttered quietly. He turned his attention to the rest of the class and cleared his throat. "Since Sam has just received relief, we're going to focus on Jenna for today," he announced. The girl that volunteered looked a bit put off and a bit relieved at the same time. She took her seat as the class muttered and whispered. Their eyes shifted from Sam to me. Mr. Gouski eyed me for a moment and rubbed at his chin. I felt more self conscious than I had all morning, which made me realize with a measure of surprise how comfortable I had felt being naked and giving a blowjob in front of a group of people just a few moments ago. "I think today we will explore the developments we found yesterday," Mr. Gouski decided. "That Jenna reacted so strongly to Sam should be investigated. Was her reaction so strong because she had been so thoroughly stimulated earlier? Was it Sam's technique or and touch that brought about such a reaction? Or was she specifically showing an abnormally strong reaction to Sam himself?" I blushed softly and glanced at Sam. He smiled warmly at me and winked. I swear my pussy moistened on the spot...not that it wasn't already moist of course. Mr. Gouski looked thoughtful for a few moments. "All right, we'll do this. Can I get some volunteers?" I think every guy in the class raised a hand. I blushed. Why were they all so eager over me? I wasn't exactly all that special. Mr. Gouski chose one of the guys and looked to me for approval. I nodded. I'd only ever seen the guy in class, and didn't even know his name, but he seemed nice enough, and he was kinda cute... "Ok. What we'll do is have Todd and Sam take turns stimulating Jenna." Mr. Gouski cut his eyes at Sam and Todd both. "This is not a competition. We're not interested in seeing who is the best at turning someone on. This isn't a judge of either of your ability. Neither is this a popularity contest or an attempt to go wooing a new girlfriend. We're trying to establish a relationship between the body and the mind in sexual response. So if either of you are going to be stupid about this we'll stop right now. Understood?" "Understood," Sam and Todd both said. "All right. First, let's try out something easy first. Hmmm...Ok. Sam, I'd like you to do what you did to Jenna yesterday at the very end, the caressing her back thing. Todd, pay attention so you can try to copy him afterward." Todd nodded. Sam smiled and stood beside me. He gazed softly down at me and placed his hands on my shoulders. His palm slid down my arm for a moment before returning to my shoulders. The hands lifted and then the came back down with only the pads of his fingertips touching my upper back. I almost jumped and had to fight hard to suppress a moan of pleasure. Why was I so sensitive back there? Sam dragged his fingertips down my shoulder blades and traced my spine with that light, barely there touch of his. His fingers reached the small of my back and began to climb back up toward the extra sensitive flesh of my upper back and shoulders. His hands brushed my skin as they climbed, his palms along my back and his fingertips gliding across my sides. I tried not to squirm and wiggle. His touch was pleasant and made my body quivered with pleasure, but it was also a tickly sensation like a feather flicking over my skin. My flesh goosed up and I gave a pleasant sigh. He was so good... Just as I was really getting into it Mr. Gouski called him to a halt. I bit my tongue to keep from protesting. "Okay, let's give Jenna a moment to cool down." Mr. Gouski glanced over the readouts on the monitor. "So far Jenna is showing a significant level of arousal for such a simple and relatively non-sexual point of contact, same as yesterday." He looked up at the class. "Any thoughts?" One of the girls raised her hand. "Is it possible she may already be...y`know, turned on? From the Program and all?" "Good question," Mr. Gouski nodded. "And yes, it's likely that Jenna has come to class at a heightened arousal level because of Program activities. I already thought about that, however, and am making my observations on her arousal levels with that in mind." Mr. Gouski turned to Todd. "You were paying attention to what Sam was doing, yes? You know what to do?" "Yeah, I think," Todd replied. "Ok then, give it a try. Go ahead and start." Todd repeated Sam's motions. He started at my shoulders and lightly rubbed. He did his best to mimic Sam's lightly contacting touch. He struggled with it at first but soon he did better and left his initial clumsiness behind. His fingertips slid along my sensitive skin and I shivered all over again. It felt like my body alternating contracted and relaxed. He seemed to gain confidence as he slid his fingers down my back, following the same path Sam had. My thighs unconsciously rubbed together and I gripped my chair to make my hands behave and keep still. I gave a little squeak as his fingers grazed an exceptionally ticklish and sensitive spot when they started to climb upward. He was good...and he was able to make copy Sam's touch surprisingly well...but he didn't do the trick like Sam did. His touch wasn't magic... "Ok, that's enough," Mr. Gouski called. I finally released my chair. I hadn't realized I was gripping it that hard. I wasn't sure I was going to make it through this experiment anymore...giving Sam relief had excited me powerfully, and now both guys were very purposefully stimulating one of my sensitive zones. Mr. Gouski scanned the readouts. "It looks like Sam is ahead at the moment. Jenna's arousal levels certainly rose when Todd stimulated her, but the arousal is clearly higher during Sam's turn. "We'll do this then," Mr. Gouski continued. "Todd, I would like you to stimulate Jenna's breasts. You may do this however you see fit, within reason of course. We will compare the data to the data Sam produced and see which affects Jenna more. I swallowed and gripped my chair again. Todd began to lightly caress and squeeze my breasts. He went slowly at first, which I thought was considerate. He toyed with them, his eyes glued to the full orbs as they jiggled and shifted as his hands manipulated them. He cupped the bottoms and lifted them slightly. Why did all guys seem to do that? Todd squeezed more firmly and began to knead them, working from the bottoms around to the outside, working the pliant flesh in slow circles. I moaned softly and tried to hold still. It was incredible. It was agonizing. And I wished it was Sam. Todd ran a thumb over my nipple and I jumped. He looked a bit worried, but I nodded for him to continue. He squeezed my boobs and circled his fingers around my nipples before giving them a light pinch. I unconsciously pressed my chest into his hands. He played with my swollen nipples for several moments before lightly tugging at them with thumb and forefinger, which made my nipples ache a bit but I was in too much pleasure to care about that. He gave them a little twist too, which was pretty nice and made them throb with pleasure. Mr. Gouski called Todd to a halt. "Looks like that put Todd ahead of Sam, but only marginally. But of course, Todd stimulated a much more obvious erogenous zone. It's likely that if Sam were to stimulate the same area he would be ahead of Todd." Mr. Gouski started to pace behind his desk, which he did when he was trying to figure out how to approach something. He was kind of neurotic sometimes, but I wasn't really one to talk. "Here's another question," he finally said. "We see that, at least when the touch is in the same area and follows the same pattern, Jenna reacts to Sam's touch more strongly. But is this because she prefers Sam's touch, or because she prefers Sam?" I blushed and looked everywhere but at Sam. "We'd like to find this out, because this would go a long way toward finding out just how much cognitive function effects arousal. How would we find this out?" The class remained silent. Mr. Gouski got the look on his face that said he was pulling teeth and hating it. "Come on, it's not that difficult to figure out. How would we be able to find out if Jenna prefers Sam's touch or just Sam?" Fred Ingleman held up a hand hesitantly. "Um...make sure she couldn't see Sam?" "Exactly!" Mr. Gouski said with a grin. He walked behind his desk and pulled out a blindfold. I suddenly got the feeling he had thoroughly prepared for this. "If it's ok with you Jenna, I would like to put this on you. This way, you can't be tempted to peak, or accidentally open your eyes when the boys stimulate you. We can get a more accurate reading this way. Is this ok?" I looked at the blindfold uncertainly for a few moments and then nodded. "Okay." Mr. Gouski put the blindfold over my eyes. I felt mildly claustrophobic for some reason, but not to the point that I was panicking. I was somehow even more aware of my nakedness. I couldn't see anything at all, but I could feel all the students' eyes on me, sliding along my exposed frame. "All right boys, walk around so she can't remember who's standing where," Mr. Gouski instructed. The class tittered at his evilness. "Good," he said when the boys had finished. "You on the left. You start." I nearly shrieked as a pair of hands unexpectedly began to touch my back, rubbing in slow, light circles. The fingers spread out wide and each made its own little circle with only the pad touching my skin. I let out a shaky breath as all but the first two fingers slid down my shoulders and traced my shoulder blades, circled under them, and back up the sides of my back in a slow and sensual circle. The fingers went upward along the side of my neck and I trembled at the delicious sensation. If my back and neck had been sensitive before, now they were overwhelming. I was in total darkness, the room was almost entirely silent, and all my attention was zoned in on those wonderful fingers without a bit of the distractions that had been present earlier. I was unable to keep myself from squirming this time. I wondered briefly it if was possible to orgasm without any stimulation to sex organs...I could imagine cumming from breast play, even though I never had...but from getting your back touched? I wasn't really approaching an orgasm or anything, but I wondered how close this alone would be able to get me... Mr. Gouski called the hands and their owner (whoever he was) to a halt and gave me a moment to recover. I wondered who it was...I couldn't tell; Todd was a fast learner, and had copied Sam's technique rather well the first time around. I couldn't tell which that had been, and even though I knew I held a higher attachment for Sam, I didn't entirely care at the moment... The second pair of hands started. I shivered and let out a moan as they mimicked the path and touch of the first hands, copying them closely and making me tremble in pleasure. I could hardly believe I was going from a girl who hardly even spoke to guys to having them sliding their hands along my back in an effort to stimulate me. Why, after all the much more explicit things that had been happening to me recently, was I thinking that now? The hands worked lightly along my neck and back down to my shoulders, slowly tracing the top of my spine with the thumbs. The hands were wonderful and I felt them quite distinctly. Was this what being blindfolded did to you? I began to think about how nice such sensitivity could be in other activities...my mind wandered just long enough for me to consider some very naughty thoughts before the sensation of the hands sliding down my silky sides jerked me back to the present. The hands started back upward with the palms lightly resting against my skin and the fingers pulled them upward in a motion oddly similar to walking. "Okay, that'll be enough," Mr. Gouski said. I let out a heavy breath and let the tension run out of me. I slouched slightly in my chair. I could feel wetness on the seat. "Looks like Sam has a lead over Todd, though it's not as large as it was before. We can reasonably say that Jenna has a preference from Sam's touch. But perhaps she also has a preference for Sam himself. After all, this time Jenna did not know who was who, which may explain why Sam's lead is not as large when she didn't know which was him. "We still have some time left," Mr. Gouski continued. "Now why don't we see if Jenna can recognize Sam's touch? Did you recognize which he was last time, Jenna?" "No sir," I replied softly. "Well, that's ok, we didn't ask you to last time. This time, try to focus on the touch and see if you recognize which touch and technique is Sam and which is Todd." "I'll try," I said. It started all over again. This time, however, I was so keenly focused upon the touch that I didn't sink so deeply into enjoyment. I tried to focus on how the hands moved, how they felt, the way the touch contacted my skin...how was I supposed to tell which was which? I had felt Sam's touch more than Todd's, but that didn't really tell me who was who. I strained my senses and did my best to make note of what the first pair of hands did. The hands stopped, then switched. I focused again, making note of what these hands did and how they were different. The touch was lighter this time and moved along a bit more quickly, but the touch was otherwise exactly the same. The boys did a good job of mimicking each other, and both touches made me tingle with desire. But neither stood out in my mind as being Sam or Todd. How was I supposed to tell something like this? Even as sensitive as my back as and as hard as I tried to differentiate the two, I really couldn't tell which hands belonged to which guy. Where Sam seemed so distinctive and better the first time they had touched me, now I could hardly tell which even felt better, more-less who it belonged to. I thought Sam, but what if I was wrong? Just because it felt better did not mean that touch belonged to a particular person. What if Todd was just hitting the right places more? "Do you have any idea which one was Sam or which one was Todd?" Mr. Gouski asked when he called the exercise to a halt. I remained quiet for a moment, trying to decide if I could perceive any big differences. I wonder... "Can I try one more time?" I asked. "Sure," Mr. Gouski replied. This time I focused all my attention on the feel of the hands. Instead of thinking about how they made me feel, I thought about how they themselves felt. Size was no good...I hadn't really gotten a good look at Todd's hands, and Sam's hands were average sized. But I knew one other thing that I would be able to distinguish... And I recognized it immediately when the second pair of hands began to slide across my skin. These fingers were rougher than the first ones...the touch was feather light and gentle as could be, but I could clearly feel calluses on the fingers, a firm and rough texture that if anything felt even better. It was a roughness that Todd lacked and I found very exciting about Sam. "The second one is Sam," I said when asked again. The class murmured and tittered and I got the impression they were pretty surprised. "Right," Mr. Gouski said slowly. "How'd you know?" I shrugged. It felt strange to shrug in the dark. "Sam's hands are all rough, he has callouses on his fingers. When I thought about it I realized I could feel the roughness real distinctly. Todd's fingers aren't rough like Sam's." "I'm impressed you realized that," Mr. Gouski commented. "Go ahead and remove the blindfold, the exercise is over for now." I gratefully pulled the blindfold from my eyes and blinked a few moments before my eyes adjusted. "The readouts show that Jenna's arousal was higher when Sam touched her than when Todd did," Mr. Gouski said as he stared at the monitor. "The levels of her arousal were also much higher than before. Any suggestions as to why this was?" "Was it because she realized it was Sam?" one student suggested. "That seems likely," Mr. Gouski replied. "Thank you by the way, Todd, you can take your seat." Mr. Gouski turned to face the class. "I know I said this when we started yesterday, but let me restate that this is not being done under ideal experimental circumstances, so none of you should take this to be precise or technically sound science. However, we can look at the way Jenna's general reactions work and infer information from them. Our results may not be foolproof, but we can say they are reasonably accurate. "So far we can say that cognitive function does affect arousal. Jenna's arousal was clearly higher when she knew Sam was touching her than when she didn't. A certain margin of preference for his touch itself was taken into consideration, but..." The bell cut Mr. Gouski's rant short. He muttered a curse under his breath. "Okay, tomorrow we'll continue to investigate the link between cognitive activity and arousal, this time hopefully," Mr. Gouski cut his eyes at Sam, but his smile was good-natured. "Focusing on Sam this time. Read pages 145-157. Have a good day!" I got up from my seat and took the towel Mr. Gouski handed me to wipe off the small puddle on my seat. "Thanks for being so cooperative Jenna, we're getting some very interesting data," Mr. Gouski told me. I smiled awkwardly, trying not to blush as I glanced at Sam. "It's no problem Mr. Gouski, I'm just glad I can help with your experiment." "It really is fascinating," Mr. Gouski mumbled. He stopped himself before he started ranting off and waved us out the door. "And be in better shape tomorrow!" Mr. Gouski grinned at Sam. "I will," Sam smirked and we stepped into the hall. Sam "That was crazy," Jenna blurted as soon as we left class. I was inclined to agree with her... "The having to be touched by two guys?" I asked. "Well, yes, that was crazy too," she blushed, "But I was talking about the blindfolding. I don't think I've ever been blindfolded in my life!" I chuckled. That I hadn't expected. Mr. Gouski had really thought out this little experiment...he must really be interested in finding the results. It made me wonder what he had in store for me tomorrow. "You've never played pin the tail on the donkey?" Jenna rolled her eyes and smiled at me. "It's hardly a comparable activity." "Pin the tail on the Jenna, maybe?" I muttered. "What?" Jenna asked, grinning. "Nothing," I returned the grin. "You make really bad jokes, you know," Jenna giggled. I winced self-consciously. "I know. I should stop, shouldn't I?" "No!" Jenna smiled widely. "I like them. I think you're one of the funniest persons I've ever met. You always make me laugh, and that's a good thing." "What can I say?" I smiled, feeling a strange swell of pride. "It's a gift." Jenna giggled and reached out a hand, which I took and squeezed softly. It occurred to me how natural it felt to have her hand in mine. I hadn't even thought about it. By the look on Jenna's face, neither had she. We got a few requests as we walked to Anatomy. Nothing too noteworthy; the usual girls fondling and pulling at my cock, the usual guys playing with Jenna's breasts and feeling her ass. Todd, apparently impressed by what he experienced in Psychology, requested to touch Jenna's breasts, to which she smiled and consented. I once again found myself getting a nagging jealous feeling. I still wasn't bothered by the fact that other guys were getting to touch her, but I was less than happy that I hadn't been able to feel her breasts yet. I understood that guys were going to be touching her during Program week, and I didn't let it bother me; I'd have to be as misguided as Derik to do otherwise. But dammit, I wanted to feel too! So why didn't I? She had given me permission to do whatever I wanted this morning...and feeling her breasts certainly fell under `whatever'. I had felt her ass...I'd felt her pussy...I'd even eaten her pussy...and now the girl had given me a blowjob...something that blew my mind so completely that I wasn't even able to think able to fully reflect on it yet. So why was I being such a chicken shit about feeling up her boobs? What the hell kind of sense did that make? Yeah. The blowjob. What could I say about it? Wow. Really...really...wow. My first blowjob...and it was done by a girl I was pretty sure I was falling completely head over heels for. That it had been Jenna somehow made it special...made it perfect. I could tell she wasn't entirely sure what she was doing...the whole time I could feel her taking experimental little motions, trying this with her lips and that with her tongue, trying to get a feel for what worked and what she could do and do well. It was incredible. I felt somehow very privilege to be the one she was beginning to learn on. It was like we were learning together, or something sappy like that. I was being a hopeless romantic again. We walked into Anatomy with most of the class still to arrive. Ms. Celvin greeted us with a smile and began writing on the board. "What're we doing today?" I asked. "We aren't going to examine my prostate or anything, are we?" Ms. Celvin laughed and shook her head. "Not exactly. We will be examining the internals of the reproductive system, male and female both, but we'll be doing it on power point slides." "You mean we get to be out of the spotlight today?" Jenna asked hopefully. "Yep," Ms. Celvin smiled. "Only because I couldn't think of how to tie you two into the lesson for today." "Yay!" Jenna giggled. "I love you Ms. Celvin. You're giving us a break." "Tomorrow you won't love me anymore," Ms. Celvin chuckled. "Resuming being evil tomorrow?" I smirked. "Something like that. You'll be helping out again." " `Helping'," I muttered sarcastically. Ms. Celvin ignored me. "I know you students in the Program have to do a lot of strange things in all your classes, but you really don't understand how much you help the teachers explore new concepts and lessons that really interest their students, for once." "Naked equates interest?" I asked. I was helpful. Really. "Shouldn't you have plenty of chances to do these kinds of lessons though?" Jenna asked. Okay, so maybe she really was helpful and I wasn't. I couldn't help it. "Not really," Ms. Celvin replied. "Haven't you noticed that there hasn't been a single Program student in the class before you two?" "It's still pretty early in the semester," I pointed out. "Yes," Ms. Celvin admitted, "But you two are still some of the first Program students I`ve had." Jenna and I exchanged glances. "Really?" Jenna asked. "Really," Ms. Celvin repeated. "The Program has only been going on at Monroe High for a few years now." "Isn't that long enough to get some Program students in your class?" Jenna asked. "It should be," Ms. Celvin replied, "But if you've noticed, most students tend to complete their Program duties in their Freshman or Sophomore year." Jenna and I looked at each other again. It seemed neither of us had, in fact, noticed. "Two of our Junior friends haven't gone into the Program. Andrew Myers and Derik West," I explained. "Probably just a coincidence," Ms. Celvin said dismissively. "Plus Derik has been signed out of Program participation," Jenna added. I shrugged. "See? In any case, I haven't seen any Program students in this class because my students are almost always Juniors and Seniors, and almost always through their Program week by then," Ms. Celvin explained. "So yes, this is a pretty big deal for this class. I've only had three other Program students so far, and I've never had two Program students in the same class. I'm willing to bet it's the same situation with your other classes. Think about that and remember you really are helping us teachers out." By now the class had filed in and taken their seats. They were doing the usual class rabblerousing till the bell rang. "Okay then, let's get started," Ms. Celvin called the class to attention. "First, of course, do either of you want relief?" "Yes ma'am," Jenna replied. She smiled warmly at me, her eyes dancing mischievously. "Sam?" I tried not to grin too widely for fear of my face splitting. She asked for me directly. I was so on cloud nine. Jenna took her seat and I knelt in front of her. My hands came up and slowly traced her sides my thumbs circling slowly upward and stopping just below her breasts. I still couldn't bring myself to touch them. It was as if there was a wall between them and my hands. A stupid ridiculous wall that my stupid ridiculous brain wouldn't let me go through. I wondered how she felt about getting relief two days in a row in the same class. "I'm really worked up. Just go for it," Jenna whispered to me, looking down at me with. Her breathing was already quick and her face was slightly red. Apparently she felt pretty good about it all in all. She'd asked me to go straight for the kill. Who was I to argue? My head sank down between her splayed thighs and I wrapped my lips around Jenna's hairless vulva as my hands slid downward to gently caress and squeeze her rounded hips. I heard a gasp above me but I was too focused to glance up. I sucked firmly on Jenna's plump mound, running my tongue along her cleft as I moved my hands down to her thighs and gave them a light squeeze, enjoying their supple, soft feel in my hands. I ran my tongue down to the bottom of Jenna's slit and back up to the top. I spent several moments sucking and pulling softly at the flesh with my lips before releasing her pussy from my mouth. Jenna moaned loudly again as I sucked on one of her folds and then the other. My tongue slid between her pussy lips and into her pink inner flesh. Juices collected in my mouth and I swallowed them as my tongue explored her smooth juicy womanhood. I sucked at her pussy as my tongue slid up and down her slit, firmly licking the slippery, sticky flesh with the broad side of my tongue. Jenna jumped and shuddered when my tongue firmly swept over her clit. I smiled to myself and gave her thigh another firmly squeeze. I circled her clit several times with my tongue and flicked the tip over the hood. I swept my tongue back down the valley of her pussy, tasting her honey-sweet juices as my lips worked softly against her shining flesh. An arch of her hips pressed her slick pussy against my mouth. My tongue continued to trace her slit over and over, gathering thick juices between my lips as she writhed in pleasure. I reached down with my hands and gently spread her folds to open her pussy widely. I pulled her clitoral hood back to expose her throbbing button. I wrapped my lips around it and gave a sharp suck. Jenna gave a quivering, throaty moan and began to lightly grind against my face. I lashed my tongue across her firm clit, using the broad of my tongue. My fingers massaged the lips I held open. At first my tongue went slowly, simply taking broad, firm upward strokes across the swollen little nub of flesh and setting Jenna's hips jerking with pleasure. Soon it began to speed up, and the broad strokes were replaced by flicks and lashes with the tip of my tongue. My lips worked at Jenna's clit, pulling and sucking as my tongue wrapped around it and caressed it wetly. She launched into her first orgasm so suddenly I almost jumped. She began to scream, a shaky, wobbling wail that carried powerfully through the room. A hand tangled in my hair, holding my head firmly to her convulsing pussy. My tongue mashed firmly against her clit, never leaving it, sliding back and forth to maintain the contact and the stimulation as I sucked as hard as I dared. My fingers massaged her widely spread folds and my eyed glanced upward. I could barely see her face beyond the jiggling rise of her breasts and the way her back was arched, but I glimpsed her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth in a wide O of orgasmic rapture. Her head tossed slightly and her hair fell over her face and hid it from view. After several charged moments Jenna launched into a second explosive orgasm seemingly before the first had even ended. I lashed and licked, sucked and nibbled, caressed and prodded at her clitoris with her tongue and lips, trying everything I could think of to maintain and heighten her pleasure. The hand on the back of my head was insistent, but she hadn't the strength to hold me to her anymore. She didn't need it; I was more than willing to eat her into wave after wave of pleasure. Part of me was sitting back and watching the whole thing with amazement and disbelief. I could hardly believe I was doing such a, at least in my opinion, good job of pleasuring this girl. I hardly even knew what I was doing, but I had thought about this a good deal (probably too much) since I had become aware of girls and all their wonderful possibilities years before. Jenna came for a third time, an even more explosive orgasm that lasted for much longer than the first two. By the time she began to wind down what seemed like an hour later my tongue was starting to cramp and my lips were getting slightly numb. It was something of a relief when she finally pushed my head gently back. I smiled up at her. She tried to return the smile but was barely able to. She was breathing heavily and a light sheen of sweat had broken out over her face. "That...was...so...amazing" she panted. "Wow," I agreed. She giggled quietly at that and a bit of energy seemed to return to her. I licked my lips clean before accepting a towel from Ms. Celvin. The class was clapping and lightly cheering just as they had yesterday. "I guess Tuesday wasn`t a fluke, huh?" Jenna smiled softly as she sat up and wiped the sweat from her face. I felt my face turn red and smiled crookedly. "Guess not." We went to our normal seats and Ms. Celvin started class, beginning internal anatomy. I zoned out as she started the power point slides displaying the anatomy of the testicles and the ducts and tubes associated with it. I knew this well enough. I was puzzling over Jenna and how much she was starting to mean to me. I wanted to tell her I was starting to really feel deeply for her. I thought about how I would ask her if she wanted to go with me. I'd never delt with this kinda step before. I felt stupid and slow...most guys' my age had done this plenty of times by now. I was sure I was going to sound like a total moron. I glanced at Jenna and caught her eye. She smiled softly at me before turning her attention back to her notes. She really was amazing. I felt a swelling of pride when I thought of how I had given her pleasure, a shiver of desire when I remember her lips around my cock. But it was more than those things. Until last night I had wondered if I was simply getting infatuated with her body. I worried I may be attracted simply because she was so often near me, naked, her more sensual charms and qualities on display for me to appreciate. But last night I had been as excited and pleased as I ever was to see her, clothed and covered as she was. If anything, I was even giddier to be in her presence outside of school...as if I that somehow made her more real in my life...and more obtainable. I had come to realize that as much as I had thoughts the pleasure and excitements of the flesh she offered (and I did have plenty of those thoughts), I thought even more about how much I wanted to spend all my time with Jenna...and that I really wanted to continue experiencing these things with her after our week in the Program was done. Was I in love? How could I even know if I was? I'd felt a narrow amount of love in my life...and to be in love? That I'd never felt before at all. Was that why I felt a tingling along my skin whenever I saw her? Was that why my usual swift tongue got thick and heavy whenever I saw her? Why no matter what I was doing or thinking or participating in, whenever I saw her all thought went out of me and all I was left with was her filling my vision? I still didn't know. I was an amateur in the field of romance and relationships, and I cursed myself for that now. All I did know was since Monday every time I closed my eyes her eyes were gazing at me, dancing with her playful smile. I had become intimately aware that her skin smelled of mellow pears and fresh, clean warmth. It felt firm and tight, supple and soft, feeling at once like everything I thought a woman should feel like and nothing like I expected one to. Her curves, the swell of a breast and roundness of hips were etched upon my minds eye but often overshadowed by the warmth of her smile and the way her nose crinkled that I thought so alluring. Her hair was a waterfall of darkness, brown-black silk tumbling down and shining as it swished about. I suddenly wanted to dip my hand into that fall of hair, feel the smooth strands sliding through my fingers... "...Sam!" I blinked and sat up straighter with a start. I realized by the look Ms. Celvin gave me that wasn't the first time she had called my name, and probably not the second either. "What?" I said stupidly. My mind was still heavy with thoughts of brunett waterfalls and soft, full lips pulled back in a teasing smile. Ms. Celvin did not look happy. Several students in the class snickered quietly. "I'm waiting for an answer." "Could you repeat the question?" I asked. Ms. Celvin rolled her eyes. "What areas do sperm travel through when a man ejaculates?" I sat silent for a brief moment, then glanced at the ceiling thoughtfully. Somehow I always thought better when I didn't have to look at a teacher scowling at me. Wonder how that could be. "The Epididymis, Vas Deferens, Prostatic Urethra, Membranous Urethra...uh...Penis Urethra?" I tried not to sink down into my desk as the class laughed. "Penile Urethra," Ms. Celvin replied, and then smiled. "But you've got it otherwise. Alright then, let's move on to the female reproductive system. We'll start with the vagina and continue to the Uterus, fallopian tubes, the Ovaries..." The class passed slowly...with my mind so heavily on Jenna, I was only barely taking notes and taking in information, though I did pay more attention to the female internals than I did to the males. Women were just more interesting... Jenna I tried not to bask too heavily in the afterglow of my orgasm, but I couldn't really help it. It was all I could do not to smile like an idiot in my seat while Ms. Celvin started the lecture. There was a small sense of relief at being spared having a teacher put us through another strange activity, though I had no doubt that Ms. Celvin would find something to do to us before the week out, and whatever it was would probably be embarrassing like everything else. It was just as well, because my knees were wobbly and I wasn't entirely sure I could stand anyway. I might not have had as many orgasms as Sam gave me yesterday, but they were good, hard ones, and the last one had nearly made me pass out it was so intense. My face was hot from blushing and the heat didn't leave them for several moments after I had taken my seat. But I was happy. Very happy. Maybe it sounded shallow, but I felt closer to Sam than I had yesterday...closer than I had felt three hours earlier even. Our sexual activity made me feel closer to him. Part of me felt like that was a bad thing, like getting closer to someone just because we had played around made what I was feeling somehow cheap and thin. The rest of me said that it wasn't...I had messed around with (or been messed with) several other guys since I had entered the Program...maybe not as far as I had with Sam, but still. None of them had the effect upon me that Sam did. None of them made me shiver in anticipation or brought a smile to my face like he did. And none of them gave me that deep tingling feeling...past the tingling of sex, past the tingling of a crush. Sam was the only one who gave me those wonderful butterflies in my stomach when he came closer. No other guy made me want to nuzzle and cling to them like he did. The bell rang and I realized that I hadn't been entirely present for the whole lesson. I was glad I hadn't been called on like Sam was. As I stood and put my books away I glanced at him. I was worried. I had spaced a little bit, but Sam had been gone. What could have been so heavily on his mind? His mom, no doubt. "You ok?" I asked as we stepped out into the halls. "Yeah. Why?" Sam replied. "You seemed a little distracted in class." I smiled softly at him to show I wasn't making fun of him. "Yeah...just thinking about stuff." I nodded and bit my lower lip. "Do you want to talk about it?" Sam smiled at me warmly but shook his head. "Now's not a real good time, I think. But maybe later today, or tomorrow. Is that cool?" "Of course," I smiled. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable." "It's not that," he said quickly. "I'm...very comfortable talking to you. But I need to think a bit more on this first." I nodded. We were standing to one side of the hall as people walked past us on their way to their next classes. Both of us had several requests made. We talked through the requests. I found myself chatting as if nothing abnormal was happening even as a tall requester kneaded gently at my breast. "Any time you want to talk, I'm here," I told him. "Right. Partners after all, huh?" He replied. I smiled wider. "No. Not just that, at least. I'm your friend. I want to be able to help you whenever I can. I'll be here to listen and help however I can, even when we're not Partners anymore." Sam was silent for a moment, those dreamy gray eyes staring intensely into mine with a slightly surprised look on his face. Then he smiled, that crooked, boyish smile. "Thank you, Jenna. You know the same goes for me. I'm glad...glad I'm more than just a Partner. I already consider you a friend. For someone to be my friend, really my friend, they have to be...special to me." His eyes were meaningful and full of an emotion that made my heart pound. I wondered if I was imagining it. I suddenly swallowed heavily and wondered how hard I was blushing just then. "We'd better get to class. We can talk more about things at lunch," he suggested. I nodded. I stepped closer and kissed his cheek. He gave my hand a light squeeze and gazed at me with those suddenly heavy eyes. I smiled shyly and felt like I was floating on my way to Home Ec. "Look at you!" Theresa said as soon as I walked in. "I don't think I've seen you this happy in months!" "So I'm happy. Is that so bad?" I asked in mock offense as I took my seat beside her. Theresa rolled her eyes and smiled. "Nothing. I just thought there might but...I dunno...a reason?" I nodded and got a bit more serious. "Yeah. I'm starting to think Sam may feel the same way I do." "You mean madly head-over-heels in love?" Theresa grinned. "I'm not that bad," I protested, though I was starting to wonder... "No, I don't think Sam is in love with me. I think he may like me though." "What happened?" Theresa asked. "Well...I kind of got half way to telling him how I felt," I explained. "I told him I wanted to keep being friends and giving him support and stuff even after we're not Partners anymore." Theresa `tsked' softly. "Couldn't just come out and say it could you?" "I'm testing the waters!" I insisted. "Anyway, that's not important. He told me he considered me a friend. He also said I was special to him." "Really?" Theresa smiled. I fidgeted slightly. "Well...he said someone has to be special to him to be a real friend of his." "That could be a line," Theresa waved my hesitation away. I leaned forward, sweeping my hair back behind my ears as it fell forward. "That's not what has me happy. He kept giving me this look...like a really close, intimate kind of look...I dunno how to describe it really. But he's been really intense all day." "You think he's looking at you like that?" I shrugged. "Maybe. I hope so. You know I don't really know how to read into these kinds of things too well, but it seemed like it to me." "Great!" Theresa all but exclaimed. "It sounds like he's pretty interested...either that or you're imagining the whole thing." Theresa must have seem me crumble a little at that, because she said, "I doubt it. Don't worry about that, I'm sure he's into you. It sounds obvious. You should definitely approach him about it now!" I tried not to let my confidence go down at her slip up. For the next few minutes we went over some notes and got a few grades back from Ms. Bremins. She gave us a lecture about nearly burning the school down by putting the ovens on too high a temperature and how we shouldn't do it (I, surprisingly enough, knew how to bake extremely well. Some of the other girls, I guess, did not). I got an A+ for our first baking project...apparently Ms. Bremins liked my banana-nut bread so much she took it home to her family. I added just a little bit of honey to make it sweeter, but I wasn't telling anyone that. Secret recipes are supposed to be secret, after all (in other words I made it up, hehe). "You're going to be proud of me," I whispered to Theresa as Ms. Bremins started sorting through papers again to give us our next assignment, which we likely wouldn't even get to till tomorrow. Ms. Bremins was far too slow sometimes. "Why's that?" I think I blushed a bit, despite the fact I was volunteering the information. "I gave Sam a blowjob for relief in Anatomy today." Theresa stared at me blankly for several moments before lowering her head to the desk. She shook for several moments with what I took to be silent laughter. "It's not that bad," I complained. "I'm sorry," she gasped softly, trying to bring her amusement under control. "I just never thought I'd hear something like that from you!" She sobered up slightly. "Why are you even telling me this? I would have figured you wouldn't want to admit to something like that with how shy you are." I shrugged, realizing she was right and feeling a bit strange at my own openness. "I don't know. I guess I figured word would get to you eventually...it's not like we were in the most private of situations. I wanted to tell you myself before some kind of messed up version of it got to you." "That's all? When have you ever cared about gossip and impressions?" Theresa questioned. "I don't. I just wanted you to hear it from me. Anyway," I went on, "I guess I'm loosening up some. The Program seems to take away some of my inhibitions...I feel more comfortable in my skin...and my sexual life...which I'm actually glad for." "Is that because you were uptight and lonely before?" Theresa asked. She said it in a way that held a mix of teasing good humor and honest concern, but no malice or ugliness. "Probably," I admitted softly. "Besides, you always tell me stories, so I ought to get to tell one for once!" Theresa laughed. "No kidding! And I wanna hear all about it!" The bell rang and I smiled. "Later. Right now I need to go find Sam. I want to try to talk to him before lunch." "Are you going to tell him?" Theresa asked. I smiled softly and gave her a smug look. "Maybe." "You suck," she giggled and grabbed her book bag. "So will we be seeing you two lovebirds at lunch?" "Why wouldn't you?" I asked. "Maybe when you tell him how much you like him in a fit of passion he'll drag you into the janitors closet," Theresa suggested. I laughed and pulled on my book bag. "I somehow doubt that. But if he does I'll be sure to share all the details." "Goodie!" Theresa laughed and waved as she left the room. I waited for a few minutes in the classroom, letting the majority of the student body rush by to get to the cafeteria for lunch. Most teens would be in a rush to eat, but I wouldn't put it past a few guys to still try and stop me for requests, and I was too nervous and excited to see Sam to deal with them. My stomach wobbled as I walked down the halls. I was going to tell him. I don't know why it seemed like such a giant step...I wasn't asking for some kind of lifetime commitment...all I was doing was telling a boy I liked him...liked him a lot...I thought he was the greatest person I'd ever met and that I was totally drawn to him. That wasn't such a big deal. Was it? It surge did bring on some big butterflies. But somehow I felt I wasn't alone in those feelings, and that made my heart beat in excitement. I stepped out of the main building and walked toward the Gym. I took the back way, trying to avoid the extra students. Monday and Tuesday Sam had shown up late for lunch...showering after class probably made him a bit late. I would probably catch him before he left. "Hey, wait up a minute!" I turned around and felt a cold fist tighten around my belly as Brett Wilson came walking rapidly toward me from the main building. I turned and started walking slowly down the sidewalk toward the Gym building, trying to pretend I didn't even care that he was there. "I said wait!" he drew up even with me and grabbed at my arm, pulling me around so that I faced him. "That hurts," I said softly. Brett didn't let go of my arm. "Why don't you like me?" He asked bluntly. His eyes were going up and down my body openly and I felt a shudder...but where I had recently had a little shudder of pleasure at being seen and admired; now I shuddered in revulsion...and fear. "I don't," I lied. I felt very vulnerable, and the last thing I wanted was to make him mad. "If you don't hate me then let me make a request." "What?" I tried to keep my voice steady. "I wanna fuck you," he said lecherously. I started to shake. "That's not a reasonable request," I said softly. "A request is a request!" Brett snarled. His grip tightened on my arm. "You're hurting me!" I grimaced. "Tough shit! It's a fucking request, so you have to fucking do it!" "No!" I shrieked, and tried to pull away. His grip was like iron on my arm and I couldn't get my arm free. He jerked me to him, snarling down at me. "I heard about what you did with that limp dick Peterson. Word's out you sucked his cock. If that ass wipe is good enough for you to blow then I sure as hell oughta be good enough to fuck!" He was starting to snarl and squeeze tighter and tighter on my arm. "Stop it! You're hurting me! This is rape!" I screamed. I thrashed and kicked, trying to get away from him. He'd lost his mind. How could he be stupid enough to try this in the middle of school grounds? But he was, and I knew he was serious as his other hand reached down to grab and fondle at my breast. This wasn't like the touch I had been getting this last three days. This was forceful and harsh. The fingers dug into my skin and squeezed too tightly, pinching the delicate flesh. I tried to pull away as his other hand began to reach between my legs. I did the only thing I could think to do, and socked him across the face. Brett looked at me with a measure of surprise, then grit his teeth and hauled me toward the nearest building. He pushed me against the wall hard enough to force the wind out of me. I was lucky my head didn't slack against the brick. Brett started mauling my breast again. "This is your fault, cocktease," he growled. A small sob escaped me as I tried to push him away in vain. He was just too big. I grit my teeth as his palm gripped my vulva and squeezed so hard my stomach cramped from the pain. I tried to get him off, tried to squirm away. I was too panicked and I couldn't catch my breath. I don't think I could even muster myself to fight back. I tried to gulp in air, but I was too scared and deeply panicked to take air back into my already empty lungs. The world began to tilt sickeningly before my eyes. Everything swam around the edges of my vision, fading to blackness. I prayed I would be lucky enough to slip into oblivion before Brett really started on me. End Chapter 5 Chapter 6 should be on its way soon. All questions, comments, and other feedback should be sent to Crouching_buddha2000@yahoo.com