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   Author: Brother Genita and Sister Genita

   Title: Chaseton Middle School Sex Ed: Ch 2

   Part: Chapter 2 of 2 (this is one story; part 2 read out of order will
make little sense)

   Universe: Chaseton, America

   Summary: In 1992, 13-year-old Roger and 10-year-old Brianna decided to
skip sex education class at Chaseton Middle School for lessons of their own

   Keywords: mg, bg, MF, g1st, m1st, humor, mast, oral, ped, adult,
preteen, teenage

   Language: English

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   WARNING

   This fictional story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity.
If you are underage for your jurisdiction, or not interested in such
stories, please go read something else.

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   Chaseton Middle School Sex Ed: Chapter Two

   by Brother Genita and Sister Genita



   "And that's what they did," Roger told Brianna, describing the two PE
teachers' sexual tryst but leaving out all the parts with Leslie.

   "Oh my God really?" said Brianna.  The two sixth graders each sat on a
small stack of white gym towels in the storage area of the boys' locker
room.  Roger was on the left, and Brianna on the right.  "I wish I could
have observed that.  They were copulating right there in class?  Oh my God.
What did you do?" asked the 10-year-old girl.  "Were you at bay in the back
room the whole period?"

   "Yeah, we were . . .  I was," said Roger.

   "You used a plural again," said Brianna.  "Who was the other part of
'we?' Were you with a girl?"

   "Oh no," Roger lied.  "I was . . .  with Danny."

   "But Danny wasn't here last year," said Brianna.

   "A different Danny," said Roger.  "You don't know him.  He graduated."

   "If he graduated last year, why was he in sixth grade?  We don't
graduate middle school until eighth."

   "I mean he moved," said Roger, "he moved to Hawaii." Roger suddenly
wished he had a dumber girlfriend.

   "Roger, are you hiding something from me?"

   "No, Brianna, honest.  It's just that, well . . .  "

   "Oh, I know," said Brianna.  "I know what happened."

   "You do?" said Roger.

   "Sure.  With two teachers doing it right in front of you, you and the
other boy must have, you know, taken care of yourselves."

   "Well, yeah."

   "You don't want to say who it was because you don't want to embarrass
him.  That's sweet," said Brianna.

   'Well, yeah."

   * * * * * *

   It was halfway through seventh period, and Mr.  Dewey was dabbing his
damp forehead with a tissue.

   "Semen," Mr.  Dewey paused for the expected laugh, "is produced and
originates from the seminal vesicle, which is located in the pelvis.  The
accessory genital ducts, the seminal vesicle, prostate glands, and the
bulbourethral glands, produce most of the seminal fluid.  You don't need to
write all those down," he said.  "The process that results in the discharge
of semen is called," he steadied himself for another laugh, "ejaculation."
The boys laughed.

   Danny raised his hand again, waving it wildly.  Mr.  Dewey regretfully
called on him.  "Yes, Danny."

   "Mr.  Dewey, sir," said the 12-year-old.  "is that the same as
'cumming?'"

   The boys burst into laughter.

   Then Brandon was raising his hand.  "Yes, Brandon," said the teacher.

   "E-jac-ulation," Brandon said.  "Is that why we jack off?" The boys
roared.

   "Hey," said Carl, "That's why Christopher jacks off."

   "No it isn't," said Christopher.

   "Then why do you jack off?" asked Carl.

   "I don't," said Christopher.  "You do."

   "Yeah," said Carl, "but I get a girl to do it for me."

   "Boys, men," said Mr.  Dewey, looking at the time, wishing it was
already over.

   * * * * * *

   Roger looked at the time and wished he had more.  "So the whole first
day was just abstinence and condoms and saying sex words.  Until Coach Bell
and Miss Barton did it.  The second and third day just Coach Bell taught
the boys.  He talked about penises and testcicles and seminals and
ejaculation and stuff.  Then the third day he taught us vaginas and
vaginals and fallopians and uteruses and clitoreeses.  You know about that
stuff, right?" Roger said hopefully.

   "Clitoreeses?" said Brianna, playing with the white with yellow center
daisy her boyfriend had given her.  She had read intently about the
biological aspects of human sexuality, and her older sister Sheila had
filled her in on much of the rest.  "Are you sure it wasn't clitorises or
clitorides?"

   "Yeah, one of those," said Roger.  "I see you know all that so we can
skip it."

   "What are you going to teach me, Roger?" the virgin girl asked.

   "First, this," he said.  He moved his mouth to hers and started kissing
hard.

   "I already know how to kiss you," said Brianna who had pulled away a
couple of inches.  "But let's start easy.  Remember, romance."

   "Right," said Roger.  "Brianna, you are so pretty with your green eyes
and red lips.  And I love your curly brown hair."

   "That's better.  Kiss me again, softly this time."

   Roger stood on the floor.  He faced Brianna who was sitting on a stack
of white gym towels, alternately swinging her feet.  Their heads were at
the same level.  With his hands at his sides, Roger moved his lips slowly
to Brianna's and her feet stopped swinging.  He lightly touched her lips
with his own.  He pulled back, then kissed her gently again, and then
again. "Oh Roger," she said.  "That's nice." She smiled and licked her
lips. He smiled and licked his own.  Then with both of his lips he took in
her top lip, slid his lips away, almost but not quite letting her lip go,
then took it in again.

   He pulled back a bit, then reached out and touched her hair, playing
with her curly brown mane.  She kissed him, playing with his short straight
dark brown hair while looking deep into his dark brown eyes.  Roger, for
once sincere, said, "your eyes really are pretty green, Brianna."

   "And your brown eyes are very nice too," said Brianna.  She moved her
moist mouth to kiss, moving her lips over his.  He kissed back, then let
his tongue escape and lick her lips.  She enjoyed being licked for a
moment, then let her own tongue lick his lips and his tongue.  Roger put
his arms around her and she slipped off of the stack of white towels.  She
put her arms around her taller boyfriend.  He had already removed his blue
blazer.  His chest inside his short sleeve white button shirt with navy
blue tie pressed against her chest in a very similar white blouse with a
red and white diagonally striped tie.  Roger held Brianna tight, wondering
if his nipples inside his shirt were pressing against hers through her
blouse and her bra.  He could feel her two small mounds pressing into him.

   "Do you want to remove my shirt this time or do you want to do it?"
Brianna said trickily and coyly.

   "I'll do it," said Roger.

   "I'll take off my tie," said Brianna.  "It's tricky removing it from
someone else.  Then I'll take off your shirt."

   They each took off their ties.  Roger reached to the top of the
10-year's white blouse and started unbuttoning.  The 13-year-old boy pulled
the bottom of her blouse from out of her skirt, and unbuttoned her blouse
completely.  He opened it, and saw the front of her white back hook bra. 
His right hand felt the fabric of her left cup and squeezed it.  Brianna
could feel his hand on her left breast through the fabric and smiled.  She
started unbuttoning Roger's shirt from top to bottom, then opened it.

   "Oh, Roger," she said, looking at his chest.  "I think you're starting
to grow hair." She reached out her hand and felt around his chest and
belly. "Almost," she said.  Roger reached around his girlfriend's back with
both hands.  He found the clasp that kept her breasts hidden, and quickly
unclasped it.  "You've gotten really good at that, Roger," said Brianna. 
She pulled her white bra straps down, and helped Roger remove her bra. 
"Have you been practicing?"

   "You've grown something too, Brianna" said Roger, pretending he hadn't
heard her question and looking at her budding breasts.  Her nipples were
almost as large as the small mounds they topped, and were dark pink and
puffy.

   "They're the same size they were last time," said Brianna, "but thank
you." Roger started playing with the nipple on Brianna's left.  Brianna
moved in and licked inside Roger's mouth as he licked in hers.

   "I love the way you suckle me, Roger," said Brianna as she pulled back.
Roger bent his head to his 10-year-old girlfriend's left nipple, and sucked
it gently into his mouth.  He sucked it in, moving his lips over it.  "That
feels very nice, Roger," said Brianna.  Then his mouth moved to the one on
her right, and he suckled that.

   Brianna moved her hands to the bottom of Roger's khaki slacks and
started squeezing his 13-year-old bottom.  Roger moved his hands to
Brianna's navy blue skirt and started squeezing hers.  Then his mouth moved
back to hers and they explored each other's mouths with their tongues.

   With his tongue still moving in Brianna's mouth, Roger started slowly
lifting the back of his girlfriend's skirt.  The bell rang.

   "Oh shit," said Roger.

   * * * * * *

   "Class dismissed," said Mr.  Dewey.

   The boys rushing out of the last school period of the day barely heard
him.  Except that Matt said, "Thank you, Mr.  Dewey" before he left.

   The teacher tried once again to convince Principal Miss Crumb to let
someone else teach the boys sex ed.  The principal gave him one and only
one option; Miss Barton could teach the boys for the next two days if he
taught the girls.  He immediately declined.  He feared if he taught sex to
the girls, he'd need to wear three pairs of tight white briefs over each
other to hide what might happen.

   * * * * * *

   The sixth grade couple managed to sneak out of the boys' locker room,
each carrying an armful of clean white gym towels, before Coach Bell or
anyone else came in.  At Brianna's suggestion, she and Roger snuck to the
park by the middle school.  Crumb Park was named after Principal Miss
Crumb's grandfather who financed much of the building of what was now
Chaseton Middle School.  It was originally a combined junior high and high
school.

   Brianna held Roger's hand and took him to a secluded spot in the center
of some trees and bushes.  They hid the towels and themselves.  "After a
while, all the other students will be gone home," said the freckled-faced
Brianna.  The only person near where they were was a tall thin man with
long hair and a long salt-and-pepper beard who was looking for aluminum
cans in the trash.  They ignored him.  "We'll have privacy here," said
Brianna, "and no one can accidentally lock us in like they could if we were
cloistered in the locker room."

   "If you say so," said Roger.  He had a nagging feeling that Brianna was
taking over.  The virgin middle school couple started kissing and hugging
as before.  Brianna had not bothered to put her bra back on, but had it
hidden in her light brown purse.  As luck would have it, the only person
who said anything to the kissing couple was Christopher, a sixth grader who
acted more like a second grader.  "Roger's kissing Brain-Anna, Roger's
kissing Brain-Anna," he said.

   "Please vacate the premises," said Brianna.  "Go away," She went back to
kissing her boyfriend.  After a while of watching while being ignored,
Christopher did.

   Roger and Brianna both took their shirts off and stood, this time she
sucking on his pink nipples in turn, left then right.  They were very wet
with her saliva and erect in her mouth.  After a while, they switched
positions and he sucked on hers, taking in the puffy nipple of the
10-year-old's left breast bud.  Brianna cooed at him.  She dreamed of
carrying and giving birth to her husband's baby, the product of their love,
who would suckle her on demand.

   Something about having privacy that could be exposed by someone coming
by excited them both.  They felt the warm breeze that caressed their bodies
naked from the waist up.  Brianna reached her hands to feel her boyfriend's
bottom covered by khaki slacks.  He responded by feeling her bottom through
her navy blue skirt that rose three inches above her knees.  Her right hand
slid inside the bottom of his pants and felt the top of his white briefs.
He lifted the back of her skirt with his right hand, and felt her two orbs
through her soft cotton panties.  He stopped sucking her nipple, and looked
at her smiling face.

   With their other hand they each held and pressed the other close.  Their
wet tongues once again moved in each other's mouths.  Roger's hand started
massaging Brianna's firm rounded bottom through her soft panties he
couldn't see.  His right hand caressed her 10-year-old bottom, so smooth
and round and nicely fitting in his grasp.

   His bottom through his white briefs felt to her nice and muscular.  She
knew the color of his underwear as she had pulled the bottom of his pants
back a bit.

   Brianna pulled her mouth away and smiled at her boyfriend.  "Say
something romantic to me, Roger," she said.

   "Your eyes are greener than the grass," he said.  "And your body feels
so warm and wonderful." In spite of being a schemer who would spout romance
or dirty words or even Sesame Street if he thought it would work, he found
he was believing his own words.  Her eyes really were a very pretty green,
and her body felt very nice.

   "Oh Roger," she said.  "And you are so handsome and strong." The muscles
of his arms pulled her close, their naked chests meeting.  She thought she
could feel his nipples against her naked skin, and he knew he could feel
hers against his.  They kissed some more, sharing licked lips and
lubricated tongues, their soft wet mouths interconnecting.

   The front of Roger's pants were growing tighter from inside.  Brianna
began to feel a touch of moisture inside her panties where her thighs met.
"Roger," she said, her breathing coming harder.  "Tell me what you're going
to teach me."

   "I'm your sex education teacher," said the 13-year-old who also felt
short of breath.  "I'm going to teach my girlfriend, my one and only
girlfriend, how to make love."

   "Oh Roger," said Brianna.  Roger hadn't yet gone all the way with a
girl, but he had seen porn films and watched two teachers doing it.  Not to
mention spying on his parents.  He knew what to do.  He hoped.

   "Brianna," Roger said, "I can feel them, but I can't see your panties."

   "Take a good look," said Brianna.  She pulled back just a bit, then
lifted the front of her short navy blue skirt.  She wore white feminine
briefs, but with something else.  Roger could see a hint of color of
something inside other than her through the fabric.  Then Brianna slid her
panties down to reveal something Principal Crumb would not have approved
being worn to school by a sixth grade or even eighth grade girl.  She wore
a barely-covering thong, hot pink triangle that pointed down over her
crotch.  Brianna unfastened her skirt and slid it down and off, and laid it
in the grass.  Her standing body was bare save for the thong panties,
showing just a hint of a slit, and her short white socks in navy blue
shoes.

   "Wow," said Roger.  He tossed off his dark socks and almost-black brown
shoes.

   He started to undo his black belt, but Brianna said, "let me do it." The
preteen girl slid the end of his belt through the loops of his pants until
it was loose.  She then pulled until the thin strip of metal of his buckle
came out of its hole, then she finished loosening his belt.  She reached to
the metal snap at the top of his khaki pants and undid it.  She zipped
down, and saw the front of her boyfriend's white briefs.  Roger pulled down
and tossed off his pants.  They gazed at each other.  His briefs were
tenting in front, his pole pushing to come out of his underwear to enter
something else.

   Then their bodies came together, and Brianna could feel her boyfriend's
cock pushing against her crotch through their underwear.  They kissed
again, wet and hard with licking tongues.  They broke briefly to catch
their breath, then their tongues went back in.

   Suddenly Roger felt nervous.  The young teenager had gotten this far
with Brianna before, and of course had gone further with Leslie.  His hand
had also felt the flesh and a wisp of damp curly hair inside the front of
then sixth-grader Melanie's panties.  And he had gotten Melanie's then
2-year-old sister Darlene to expose herself to him, and even smelled and
touched and kissed her private place.  And she had grabbed his erect penis,
even kissing its little hole wet with precum at the tip.  But teaching
Brianna all about sex meant going all the way for the first time.

   "Do you, do you want, to see me, Roger?" asked Brianna, also
embarrassed. She hoped he would like the lower parts of her body she had
never showed him.

   He tried thinking of something that sounded romantic, but could think of
nothing "Yes, Brianna," he said.  She turned her back to him.  Her back was
thin, thinning into her waist, then curving out just a touch on the sides
of her pubescent hips.  Just below her waist he saw a bit of hot pink that
pointed down and disappeared between her 10-year-old round buttocks.  She
reached her hand to the top of her thong and pulled down.  She bent down,
keeping her knees together as much as possible.  Her panties were now on
her right foot, and she kicked them onto her dark blue skirt.

   Slowly, so slowly, she turned her young body to face him.  Roger looked
for hair on her preteen crotch, but saw none.  Below her pink round belly
with its inward navel, her pink pubic mound was bare, and just above her
pressed together thighs he saw just the top of a slit.  His penis was fully
erect in his briefs, pushing out with a mind of its own to enter the girl's
barely visible opening.  Roger looked at her.  "You're beautiful even down
there," he said.  She smiled, almost giggling until she remembered to act
mature.  She spread her legs a bit, and Roger could see her slit curving
down between her thighs and underneath her.

   "Now you," she said.  Roger wasn't sure whether to turn his bottom to
her or not.  He was so enthralled with looking at her.

   "I'll do it," said Brianna.  She reached out her 10-year-old hand to the
top of his white briefs.  She felt the tip of his penis on the side of her
hand.  Then she pulled down and it popped out, brushing her fingers.  She
saw her boyfriend's two balls that looked like fuzzy dark pink prunes.  She
studied his 4 1/2-inch erection, smiling.  "Very nice, Roger" she said. 
"I'm glad it's the size it is." She had been worried by the enormous
members sported by the naked men in the magazines her older sister Sheila
kept hidden.  Brianna had felt a little afraid of something that large
pushing inside her small opening.

   Roger felt self-conscious.  "It's not too small, is it?" he asked.

   "Not at all," she said.  "I like its size and proportions very much.  I
think it's just right.  May I touch it?" He nodded.  She reached out her
hand and touched it, but it jumped and she pulled away.  "Did that hurt?"

   "No," he said.  "Please, Brianna, touch it again." She did.  Shelia had
used her pink dildo to show Brianna what to do.  Brianna's hand felt her
boyfriend's penis and touched his wrinkled balls with just a bit of hair,
gently as she had been taught.  She began stroking it, and to Roger it felt
very, very good.

   "Do you want me to make it wet?" she asked.  Roger wasn't quite sure
what she meant, but nodded.  Brianna spit into her hand, then moved her wet
hand to Roger's penis and stroked some more.  "I'm not really ready to suck
it, this time," she said.  "But I can make it wetter." She had practiced
licking her older sister's dildo, but the thought of a penis spurting hard
into the back of her throat still scared her.  Again, Roger nodded. 
Brianna bend down and stuck out her preteen tongue and with the wet tip
barely touched her boyfriend's cock.  Once again, it jumped.  But she knew
it was Ok now.  She licked the shaft and the head and his balls.  It felt
very nice to her tongue.  She fingered it while she licked.  She liked
licking around the little helmet.  She remembered about licking the shaft
underneath and behind the head, and let her tongue minister to him there.

   "Oh, that feels very good," said Roger.  "Very good." Her tongue felt
wonderful, even better than masturbating himself did.  He felt excited and
horny and aroused and short of breath.

   After a while, he said, "Brianna, do you want me to lick you?"

   "Touch me first, please, Roger" said Brianna.  Things hadn't gone quite
the way Roger had planned.  He had thought of himself as a teenager
instructing a preteen girl in the ways of love, but she seemed to know more
than he did.  He put his hand out hesitantly.  Brianna took it, just like
Leslie had done.  Brianna put her boyfriend's hand on her hairless pussy,
just like her sister Shelia had taught her to do.  Roger's hand stayed
there, feeling the small mound of flesh.  "Rub me, please," said Brianna.
He hesitantly began to rub.  He found that the lower portion where the two
parts of her little mound met in a dip felt a little wet.  It was like the
wetness he had felt leaking from his own member.

   Soon they were stroking and feeling each other without hesitation. 
Their mouths came together and they kissed, their tongues once again
exploring each other's mouths.

   Brianna suddenly removed her tongue.  She was breathing hard.  "Let's
spread the towels," she said.  Soon an area of the grass in the spot
secluded and hidden by bushes and trees was covered by white towels. 
Brianna took her boyfriend's--her lover's hand, as she began to think of
it--and they sat next to each other on the towels.  They heard nothing but
traffic off in the distance and the sounds of birds in the trees.  The
grass smelled fresh, and their bodies though young produced a slight musky
smell they both liked.

   They brought their bodies together on the towels, Roger lying on his
left side and Brianna on her right facing him.  They kissed and explored,
feeling each other's back and chest and nipples and belly and, while their
legs were intertwined, each other's excited young genitals.

   Brianna coaxed her 13-year-old lovers finger inside her wet hole.  "I've
been practicing with my sister's dildo," she said.  "You can put three
fingers in me if you want." Roger did, and felt her wet slippery insides.
He had a sudden desire to slide his whole hand and arm, even his whole body
inside.  But he kept it at three fingers.

   Then Roger said, "You want me to lick you now?" Brianna smiled and
spread her legs a a bit further.  He smelled first.  She smelled much
muskier than the 2-year-old Darlene had.  He found it not bad.  He stuck
his tongue out hesitantly.  Soon he was licking her labial lips, above, and
even sticking his wet tongue inside.  Then he remembered something he'd
heard about.  He moved his body so her head was at this lap too.  Then he
stuck his finger inside the 10-year-old's vagina and rubbed while he
licked. She felt so soft and wet and tasted like nothing he'd tasted
before. He liked the way her vaginal lips opened up, responding to his hand
and his tongue.  It was very pretty and so, so erotic.

   "That's wonderful, Roger." Brianna rubbed herself above where Roger's
finger and tongue massaged her from inside.  Her other hand stroked his
hard cock which was now being lubricated by her licking tongue and his own
precum.  Sometimes she made his penis jump, and it leaked a little more. 
His 13-year-old cock in her 10-year-old hand somehow felt both hard and
soft.  She loved stroking and licking it almost as much as she liked him
stroking and licking her.

   The two sixth graders lying on white towels on green grass outside in
the park both felt very, very excited.  Brianna was wet and open and ready.
Roger was hard and wet and ready.  He quickly reached into the front right
pocket of his khaki pants lying on the towels, his hand shaking, and
brought out a condom in its little square package.

   "Oh Roger, you don't need that," said Brianna.  "I'm barely pubescent,
far too young to impregnate, have a baby.  And I'm a virgin so I'm clean.
And you haven't been with anyone else, have you?"

   Roger had kissed and fondled and licked and touched girls before.  But
he had never entered a girl.  'No," he said.  "I'm a virgin too."

   "Then come into me, my love," said Brianna.  She lay on her back, her
legs spread and knees bent as her older sister Shelia had taught her. 
Roger hesitated, but soon crawled on top of her with his legs and feet in
between hers.  He felt so incredibly excited, as if he would shoot onto her
belly if his cock even touched it.  His cock jumped more than it had. 
Brianna grabbed hold of it and held it tight.  "My sister taught me this
too," she said, squeezing his erection hard, "in case a guy gets really
excited.  I want my boyfriend, my lover, to ejaculate inside me." Her pussy
oozed, demanding his cock.  Brianna aimed her boyfriend's penis to her slit
which was open with its pink lips, dampened by her own juices and her
lover's saliva, engorged and spread wide.  "Roger, my love, my virgin
vagina is wet and ready and open for your virgin penis to slide into me."

   Roger felt the head of his penis held by Brianna's hand touch her
opening.  It felt so slippery and warm.  "I don't want to make you bleed,"
he said.

   "Don't worry, my love," said Brianna.  "I've have my sister's dildo in
me so many times.  I'm ready.  Come into me, lover.  Let your penis slide
into my vagina.  It wants you very badly." Then almost before he knew it,
Roger with Brianna's help was pushing inside.  She felt so warm and wet and
tight.  She still held tightly on to his penis that was inside her vagina.
"Can I let go now?" Brianna asked.

   "No, not yet . . .  " Roger was on the edge, almost feeling like his
orgasm had already begun.  Brianna held tight.  "Ready," he said.  Brianna
released her tight grip on his penis.  Roger felt a small release as a dab
of precum came out of him into his girlfriend's pussy.  He quickly kissed
her freckled face.  From beneath she pushed her hips more to him, and he
moved further into her.  Their hips thrust into each other as his
13-year-old cock thrust into and almost out of her 10-year-old pussy.  Then
it did slip out, and dripped on her lap.  She grabbed it and aimed it back
in.  He slid again inside her.

   "Say the dirty words to me," said Brianna.

   He thrust back into her, easier this time.  "My cock is in your pussy,"
he said.  "Your cunt feels so good on my prick.  Brianna, we're having sex.
We're fucking, Brianna.  I'm fucking your cunt with my cock!" It felt so
good and warm and wet and wonderful thrusting inside her girlfriend that he
could hold back no longer.  "Oh Brianna," he said.  "It's going to happen!"

   "Oh my lover, ejaculate your love inside me," said Brianna, thrusting
into him while she rubbed her clitoris.  "Copulate me, fornicate me, fuck
me, cum in me!"

   "Brianna," gasped Roger, "Brianna . . .  I'm Cumming!  Ahh!" He shot a
spurt of thick cum into her no longer virgin vagina.  Then another spurt,
then another and another.

   Brianna knew what he was doing inside her vagina, and stroked around her
vulva and her clitoris very quickly.  She felt so excited with her teenager
lover's semen filling the inside of her preteen vagina.  "Oh Roger," she
said.  "It's happening for me.  I'm orgasming, oh Roger, I'm cumming on you
cock!  Roger!" Waves so intense it was almost painful, she felt herself
spasm as it started from between her legs and blasted orgasmic pleasure all
through her body.  "Oh Roger," she said, kissing her lover's mouth.  They
held each other's bodies and kissed.

   "Ahh . . .  Oh God!" they heard nearby.

   "Oh my God; what was that?" asked Brianna, still lying under Roger. 
Unseen, the thin man with the long grizzled beard had been watching the
teenage and preteen lovers on white towels in the park fucking.  He found
it one of the most erotic thing he had ever seen.  He quickly finished
stroking out shots of white semen on the grass.  Brianna grasped the base
of the condom on her lover's penis as Roger pulled out.  He threw on his
pants without bothering to put on underwear, and looked.  But the spying
man had already left, hurriedly and undiscovered.

   * * * * * *

   The next day, Thursday, Brianna and Roger decided to go to their
gender-segregated sexual education classes--after Roger snuck the soiled
white towels into the laundry basket in the boys' locker room.  The preteen
Brianna learned being taught about sex in an all-girl classroom lecture was
not nearly as exciting as learning about it in a private teenager-taught
lesson with class held on white gym towels on the park grass.  But it was
still exciting sneaking a surprise into Mr.  Dewey's desk drawer.

   And having come down from the sexual high of the day before, Roger
realized he really did like Brianna.  And she found him both alluring and
captivating--in spite of the 40 or 50 odd points difference in their IQs.
They continued to date--and to copulate--throughout the rest of sixth grade
and the following summer.

   * * * * * *

   After school ended for the day that Thursday, when he was alone in his
class, Mr.  Dewey found something unexpected in his desk drawer.  It was a
pair of white cotton hiphugger panties with pink and red green-leaved roses
with burgundy lace trimming the waist and leg openings.  "Oh that insincere
two-faced sycophant Danny again," he said.  The panties seemed somehow
familiar.  He looked at them closely for clues.  But then he caught a
whiff, a smell that would not come from panties newly-bought from the
store. "He stole these from a girl?" he said.  The teacher sniffed again.
The panties had definitely been worn by a girl.  They had been molded to
her perspiring round bottom and moist crotch leaving their scent behind. 
Stuffing the panties into his pocket, Mr.  Dewey and his
approaching-its-full-12-inch-length member felt a sudden need for the
privacy of a Chaseton Middle School bathroom stall.


   END