Freshman Orientation

Thursday Later

Hustling to volleyball practice was the only thing Amy had time to think of after she and Win had parted.  She had to be early.  She was.

By the time Coach Cochrane turned his attention to the freshmen, she was well stretched and chatting amiably with Marvin and two other girls in their class.  The coach put the four of them in at once.  Amy and Marvin were on the same side of the net, so there was no drama between them today.  She had gotten a couple of touches of the ball, not counting a non-productive serve, before she was rotated out. 

Back on the sideline, she met Jamal.  They exchanged cordial tongue touches.  In view of how they parted on Tuesday, she thought it would be appropriate to give his cock a friendly stroke as well.  He took that in stride. The senior boy shared that he had heard from Jared who was apparently enjoying domestic bliss.  Nevertheless, the new father was looking forward to getting back to school.  Jamal rejoined the scrimmage before Amy had to admit that she had not kept in touch with her brother.  She felt a twinge of guilt.

When the coach hurried off for some reason, Ms. Pushkin took over.  Amy got some more playing time that included a good spike.  Unfortunately, it was saved by their opponents, so no glory devolved from it.

The after-practice conference was given by the assistant coach.  The tall blonde woman’s remarks were brief, but emphatic. Amy appreciated how her taunt breasts bobbed and promptly re-centered themselves in response to their owner’s gestures.  Amy found herself admiring Ms. Pushkin’s overall toning.  The woman’s physicality seemed to a manifestation of an inner strength.  Amy concluded that Ms. Pushkin stood with Ms Bauman as a potential role model.

Pete, the slim junior boy that fucked Amy in the shower went about his task in a very business-like fashion.  His nonchalance was evident as they got acquainted after being paired off.  The reason for it emerged as they engaged under the spray.

With smooth competence, he coached her as she felt his cock.  He alternated his instructions with inquiries after his success in finding her sensitive spots.  Once she had given him guidance he set about getting her off very efficiently with his hands. 

She was still gasping out her orgasm when he pinned her to the wall, lifted her and filled her pussy with his cock.  The stimulation his rigid member provided reversed her post-orgasmic recovery and started her climb to another climax.  That one broke while he was pounding her furiously.  He ignored her squeals and squirms in deference to maintaining his tempo.  The effect was that she experienced a succession of orgasmic waves that kept her writhing helplessly until he made his final plunge. 

Even as he concluded the final stage of their fuck, he managed to rim her cunt with his pulsing cock.  The multi-directional stimulation caused her to whimper and moan under the sustained sexual rapture.

At last even her partner had to acquiesce to the influence of fatigue.  He leaned into her as his cock slowly retreated, leaving a trail of seminal fluid in its wake.

Finally he looked up at her.  His bemused smile silently inquired after her condition.  She raised her head and loosened her legs from around him in reply.  He let her feet regain the floor.  Her knees sagged momentarily as she applied her weight.  His hands were still on her waist as standby support.

“All right?” he asked laconically.

She nodded and then added, “very all right” with an appreciative smile.  He had fucked her very competently, providing her with transcendently pleasurable experience.  Still, she hadn’t warmed to him because of his detached self-assurance.

During their mutual ablutions, he confided that he enjoyed her cunt very much.  “You have a pretty active cunt for a girl your age,” he declared in an informative, dispassionate manner.  It was as though he were giving her a coach’s evaluation.  A little uncertain how to respond, she thanked him.  He just shrugged.  “I’m just stating the facts.  With a cunt like that, word’s going to get around and you’re going to be a very popular fuck in the class.”  Finally, he did offer a closed-lip smile.

“You seem pretty sure about that” was her neutral response.

“Well, if you pay attention to what’s going on – what you’re seeing, hearing and feeling – eventually you can pretty much tell how things are going to work out in a given situation.”

“Then you’re a very analytical guy.”

“I guess you can say that,” he replied as he ran his hands over her and between her legs following up the rinse.

“Ever do anything spontaneous?”

He grinned.

“Only after careful consideration.”  He paused to consider.  “I really have always kind of stood back and watched before I decided whether to join in.”  He shrugged.  “I guess it has its upsides and downsides, but it’s the way I am.”

Finally she nodded.

“I’m a lot like that, too.  I’m trying to shake it, though.  I want to be more engaged.”

He regarded her as though seeing her for the first time.  The water had shut off on its own.  They were standing under the drying air.

“How’s it going?”

She tossed her head non-committally.

“Too soon to tell.  It’s a work in progress.”

He shifted his stance, indicating he was ready to go.

“Good luck then.”

Huh, she thought as she turned from watching his retreating back.

She was looking forward to the social session to give her cunt a rest and her mind a chance to contemplate developments when she parted from Peter.  En route, however, her wrist companion persistently demanded attention.  Apparently, she had received a summons sometime earlier that she had overlooked in the course of volleyball practice and the subsequent shower tryst.  She re-read the message at least three times before she accepted that her first reading was correct: she was to report to the headmistress’ office.  Her appointment was only minutes away.

Following the direction of her wrist companion, Amy hastened to her destination.  Her mind had gone nearly into overload with questions by the time she crossed the threshold of the office suite.  The spacious, naturally lit room was decorated with greenery and furnished with seating in various arrangements.  No desk, record storage or even a conference table was in evidence.  Only an unobtrusive work station in a corner suggested this was other than a social salon.

 A young boy slid down from the work station and started toward her.  He was, of course, completely naked.  Apparently he was in some early stage of puberty.  His descended testicles were decorated with a bit of pubic fuzz and surmounted by a cock showing a respectable length of shaft.  The boy was quite slim, apparently the result of a growth spurt that had yet to bring him up to Amy’s height.

“Hi,” he said as soon as he was in range.  “I guess you’re Amy.”

“Uh, yeah.”

On closer inspection, her host evinced Eurasian features in his narrow face.  Although his mouth seemed permanently agape and his expression was blank, he was a pleasant enough looking specimen of incipient manhood. 

“Mom was held up.  She’ll be here in a few minutes.  Have a seat.  She usually has these sessions over here.”

He pointed to a pair of chairs facing each other.  They were the large clam shell style that Amy knew was very much in fashion.  She took her seat and proceeded to arrange herself in the conforms of the chair.  The high, extremely over-sized seating surface allowed one to draw up one’s legs while the inclined arms splayed out to offer a comfortable resting place for those limbs in their folded state.  The contoured back sloped away nearly compelling the sitter to recline.  In correct usage the chair facilitated the open display of a woman’s pussy to an observer.

When she was settled in, the boy took a stand in front of her. 

“Do you want something to drink?”

Of course, he checked out her pussy as he spoke.  When she declined the offer he remained in front of her, apparently compelled by duty or courtesy to make conversation.

“I’m Will, by the way.  I guess I should have said that first.”

He tossed his head to acknowledge his culpability, but his expression remained impassive.  His eyes kept flicking to her open pussy.  She checked out her posture to be sure she was giving him the maximum view.  She wished she’d raised her heel height.  Even seated that would have given her legs more shape.

“Nice meeting you, Will.”

That was the end of the interview.  As she spoke, the door at the end of the room opposite the one through which she had entered opened admitting the impressively naked Ms. Bauman.

“Don’t get up,” the new arrival said as Amy stirred.  Actually, she hadn’t made up her mind whether she should get up or make some other acknowledgement.  “You look like you’re already comfortable.”

Smiling the woman placed a knee on Amy’s chair, planted a supporting hand on the seat back and inserted a finger in Amy’s cunt.  Acting instinctively, Amy reached for Ms. Bauman’s genital opening.  The older woman was quite moist.

“Nice finally meeting you, Amy,” the woman crooned.  Her face occupied nearly all of Amy’s visual field.  It was distinctly unnerving.  She hardly noticed the authoritative vaginal muscle clench that momentarily imprisoned her finger.

Fortunately, the encounter was not prolonged.  The headmistress withdrew her digit from Amy’s recesses and stood up.  It occurred to Amy only later that she hadn’t returned the woman’s greeting.

“I’m parched. Will, darling.”  She addressed the boy.  “Get us some limewater, will you please?”

Will nodded acknowledgement and left.  Amy dragged her attention back to her remaining companion as the latter took a seat in an identical chair opposite her.  As she mirrored Amy’s pose her cunt showed recent signs of copulation.  Her clit was quite prominent.

“Sorry for being late.  The chairman of our board visited on short notice.  I didn’t think he’d stay so long.  Turns out, he wound up fucking me.  I don’t think either of us planned on that … just one of those things that happens.  It’s kind of nice, though.  Conducting business in bed with a hard one in you makes things a lot more pleasant.  Of course, it helps you relax, too.”

As she spoke, she glanced to her side.

 “Come on over, Annie.”

Amy followed her hostess’ line of sight.  The new surprise was a toddler wearing only a diaper and sucking on a pair of fingers.  The little girl’s large eyes regarded Amy shyly out of a bowed head.  Her wispy curls and latte-colored skin suggested an ambiguous, mixed racial heritage

After a moment of uncertainty, the diminutive visitor turned toward Ms. Bauman and with a few quaking steps, presented herself at the foot of the woman’s chair.  The mother promptly reached down between her legs and lifted the child into her lap.  Turning her new companion around to face her visitor, she addressed herself to Amy. 

“This is Anastasia, my youngest.  I brought her along because I’m running behind.”

Without further comment, the mother and daughter readjusted their positions according to what was apparently a well-practiced drill.  The baby wound up lying across her mother’s lap in the crook of her arm.  One of her mother’s nipples found its way into her mouth and her tiny hand pressed to the breast she was addressing.  When the maneuver was complete Ms. Bauman smiled at Amy.

“The working mother has to be able to multi-task,” she confided.  “Annie’s 15 months, she expects to be nursed on schedule.  She doesn’t have much tolerance for delays.  I’d have been done with her before now, but that business fuck got in the way.”

Amy smiled back.  The tension of the meeting seemed to be largely relieved by the combination of the personal disclosures and domestic scene being acted out.

“But anyway, I made it here,” the headmistress continued.  “I make a point of doing one-on-one interviews with all of the freshmen during the first semester – just to meet them.  I start with the legacies.  You’re only my fourth interview, so if you do the math, you’ll figure out that I’m already behind.  Thank you, dear.”

The boy had returned with the beakers of tinted water and handed one to each of them.

“Okay, please leave us alone now, darling.”

Ms. Bauman sipped her water until the door closed behind Will.  She smiled confidentially at Amy.

“Will is my oldest.  He’ll turn 13 in a matter of weeks.  We need to decide what to do about his secondary education.  It would be too awkward if he went here, but I dread being apart from him.”

Amy thought it was about time she said something.

“Where would he go that’s like Farleigh – I assume that you’d want him to get a Farleigh-like experience.”

Ms. Bauman nodded while she swallowed her sip of beverage.

“Yes, of course.  I really think that Farleigh is a top tier school in this class, but I wasn’t Farleigh grad myself and there are others that are very good.”

The headmistress went on to name a school in Arizona and another in Florida, both of which she had been associated with.  She went on to tick off institutions in Cuernavaca, Mexico, three spots in the Caribbean, one in Canada.  And then there were Europe, Africa and the Far East.

“I think an international experience would be good for him and since the transcontinental suborbital flights have pretty much put everyplace within a couple of hours of any other place, it wouldn’t be that big a deal.”

Amy’s curiosity was piqued.

“I didn’t know there were so many places like Farleigh.  After being with my mom, I thought Farleigh was one of a kind.”

Ms. Bauman was amused.

“Your mother is a great booster of the school and she lives the life style to the hilt.  We love that.  But the fact is there are several secondary institutions that espouse our philosophy of freely-expressed heterosexuality.  And we are linked in an informal network worldwide.  We compare approaches, curricula and methods.  But we work outside the perception of the more mainstream educational system.  That’s mostly because we represent only a few per cent of the world’s total high school head count. 

“What we do is try to seed society with our small number of exceptional graduates who are committed to and practice our life style.  We think that we influence society far out of proportion to our numbers.  We like to think that we lead the great mass of the population by example.  Our people are high achievers who are usually naked and keep sex as a centerpiece of their lives. 

“Of course,” she smiled, “we also try to out-reproduce the general population.  We encourage our people to have children and raise them in the lifestyle.  And we are doing that very well.  Our typical female graduate has given birth to three children within 15 years of graduation.  The average for educated women who are non-Farleigh graduates is less than one.  Our men beget an average of four children in that period.”

It occurred to Amy her mother was actually less fecund than her fellow alumnae.  That put her mother’s recent decision to get pregnant in a different light altogether. 

“But enough about big issues,” the headmistress continued smoothly.  She wore an inviting smile. “How are things going with you?  Any impressions?  Observations?”

Amy had relaxed during the discourse.  But she had been expecting this and was ready.

“It’s been a real consciousness-expanding experience.  I get a new perspective on some aspect of human relationships a few times a day, it seems.”  She gathered her thoughts.  “As a matter of fact, I get a new slant on past experiences, too.  I just seem to understand things better every day.”

Ms. Bauman looked pleased but then bemused.

“Most people I talk with start with the sex,” she observed.  “No opinion on the intense sex?”

“The sex is what opened me up.  I felt like when I open my cunt to a boy, I open my mind to him at the same time.  I think we kind of meld our whole selves for a few moments as we make each other feel good.  To do that have to we drop our guards and give ourselves to each other for the pursuit of mutual pleasure.”  She paused and smiled self-consciously.  “I’ve found that I really like boys and sex.  I didn’t know how much I liked boys before because I didn’t have much experience with them.”

Ms. Bauman smiled back.  Her eyes were sparkling.

“That’s very good to hear.  I’m not really surprised, though, based on the reports that have been getting to me about your progress.”

“I guess by ‘reports’ you mean from Mr. Yang?”  She regretted blurting that out.  Her curiosity refused to remain dammed up.

“Not just him.  Your coach, your dorm monitors and of course our automated life data gathering.  You might pop up in your peers’ journals as well.  All of that gets funneled into our data reduction.  Not just Mr. Yang by any means.”

Amy remained quiet.  Ms. Bauman adjusted her grip on her child and then filled in the silence.

“Your journal has been very good – a lot of good observations and analysis.  That’s what we like to see: students thinking about what they’re doing and what’s going on around them.”

“But this class is full of smart people.  You probably get plenty of good journal material.”

Ms. Bauman looked down at her nursing baby before she framed her slow reply.

“Well, it’s true that we have a very carefully selected, academically-accomplished student body.  As a result, we get a lot of grammatically-correct, well-structured writing.  However, insightful conclusions at this stage of our program are still rare. 

“In the fertile mind, insight can come with time and training, but you’re showing signs of being very much ahead of the learning curve.”  Ms. Bauman smiled whimsically.  “It’s like you’re an old soul – like you’ve been here before.”  Then she added hurriedly, “But just so I don’t over-stoke your ego, let me say that you are unusual, but not unique.  There are a couple or maybe three others in your class who are showing some of the same precocious development.”

“I never thought I was anything special,” Amy insisted quickly.  “I promise I won’t get a swelled head.”  She tried a self-conscious smile in an attempt to be reassuring.  Then another thought crossed her mind.  It was on her lips before she had a chance to consider the advisability of vocalizing it.  “Are there any that are having problems adapting?”

Suddenly Ms. Bauman looked discomfited.  She shifted her embrace of her baby before replying.

“Yes, we always have a few of those as well.  Right now, I don’t think any of those are serious – as in, return home in tears – but we pay close attention to those students.  So far, we haven’t had to consider any interventions.”  Then the headmistress seemed to regain her footing.  “Actually, we have seen some of your classmates step up to help lagging developers.  I think we’ve seen more of that in this class than previously.  I’m very encouraged by that.”

Since her hostess had fallen silent watching her child, Amy assumed the interview was winding down.   She expected a few words of dismissal.  Then the headmistress looked up.

“She’s asleep.  She’s such a cutie,” the older woman was wearing a beatific smile.

“I have four children,” she continued.  Her eyes had lost their focus.  She seemed to be reciting to an empty room.  Amy was suddenly uncomfortable.  Was this going to get too personal?  “Each time that I’ve found a man I want to have a baby with and he says ‘yes,’ I’m just in heaven.  When we actually make the baby, I’m floating by the time he gets inside me.  I’m in a haze while he fucks me.  It seems like I’m in a continuous orgasm until he cums.”

Amy was having trouble getting a handle on her feelings as she found her way to the student lounge after her interview.  She needed very much to communicate with her soon-to-be-pregnant mother, but there was also the matter of the sexual arousal welling up in her.  It demanded attention like all spells of horniness, but this was a special need.  Only a special boy would do – like Marvin or Scott or … Rashid.  She caught sight of him standing in small klatch of mixed boys and girls.  He was standing in profile to her, the better for her to catch sight of his half-hard cock.

Getting his attention was no problem, he had apparently caught sight of her, turning in her direction as though their meeting was prearranged.  He stepped aside from the group, smiled, said ‘hi’ and leaned in to touch tongues.   By the time their faces parted, his expression had changed to one of inquiry.  It may have been the way she simultaneously clutched his neck and his penis as they touched.

She made her request in a shy whisper.  He missed a beat, while he searched her face.  The twitch of his cock in her hand telegraphed his assent before his lips got around to it.

Some time later she completed her conversation with her mother and settled back in her seat.  Reaching down between her open legs, she let her fingers bathe in the ooze from her well-fucked cunt.  She wondered how long she could delay before cleaning up.

Rashid had fully lived up to her expectations.   His cock had been rigid before they reached her room.  Foreplay had been just right.  She had given his cock a brief suck as soon as they were on the bed.  After that, it was his show. He ascertained that she needed very little help preparing for his cock, so he did not prolong his ministrations.

His cock knew the way and he knew what to do with it once it reached home.  She gave him all the help she could.  She needed this to be an exceptional fuck.  When he came, her legs were wrapped high around him, practically to his shoulder blades.  In simulating her impregnation, she imaged that she should tilt her pelvis so that her cervix was at the low point of her vaginal tract.  By pooling his semen on the vestibule of her womb, she expected to maximize the amount of sperm that invaded.  She needed to know that her partner’s sperm was reaching up into those parts of her reproductive tract where it could cause a successful fertilization.  Playing out this fantasy was the key to sating her current need.

She continued to clutch him in a four-limb embrace as his cock became quiet and then began retreating from her.  He seemed to understand what was going on and just relaxed and let her enfold him.  Alternately, he tongue-kissed her and nuzzled her neck.  There was nothing hurried in his manner.  Finally, he spoke through a knowing smile.

“How did you like getting pregnant?”

She was still enraptured, but also wondering over what had transpired.  She hadn’t actually cum on the usual manner, but she was steeped in a lingering afterglow that was more persistent than any she had had before.  And it all seemed focused on Rashid.  What was this warm feeling she had for this boy who lay between her legs?  She was comfortable with the love she felt for her father and Jared.  That seemed quite normal.  And she had had her moments of feeling deep affection for Marvin and Scott – each in a different way.  Now here was Rashid, a guy who had fucked her once before, but had no special emotional connection to her.  In the heat of the moment she had selected him to meet her need and when he had acceded to her request, she had transferred her emotional allegiance to him.  Can love be that ephemeral? 

She realized that she hadn’t answered him.  She concentrated on remedying that.

“I just imaged that I felt your little sperm guys squirming their way up my tubes and swarming my unsuspecting egg.”  She smiled.  “It was a very exciting image.”

His smile took a different set.

“That is a turn-on,” he ventured, then added, “If you keep talking dirty like that, I may want to go again.”

She was intrigued.

“Does it really excite you?  I thought a guy would shy away from the prospect of becoming a daddy.”

He continued to smile, but his tone was more thoughtful.

“I think on some primal level, the idea of knocking up a girl is very appealing to a guy.  Just like girls tend to validate their femininity by having a baby, guys prove their virility by impregnating girls.  When a girl says she’s willing to have a guy’s baby, it’s very hot stuff.  Your little fantasy would be very appealing to a lot of guys, I’d say.”

“But why did you decide to have a baby right now?” Amy asked her mother during their vid-talk.  “Was it you loved Eric and it felt right?”

“Actually, this wanting to have another baby has been building up for a while, even before Eric and I became a couple.  I think it was the fact that my biological clock was winding down and I felt like I wanted to get on the board one more time.”

“Winding down?  You’re not even 36 yet.”

“Thirty-six isn’t all that young for reproducing.  You really don’t want to be gestating babies on the high side of 40 – for a lot of reasons.  But that is almost beside the point.  In a woman’s life there are certain times when it just seems imperative that she breed.  It’s nothing rational or calculated.  She just knows she needs to do it.  I’m just lucky that I happened to be hooked up with a great father candidate like Eric when it came to be my time.”  Her smile was pure happiness.  “He’s as excited about this as I am.  That’s as good as it gets.”

As Amy sat contemplating Rashid’s jizzum on her fingers after signing off from her mother, she recalled the oft-related tale of how her mother had Jared.

During the first semester of her junior year, Amy’s mother elected an off-campus study program at a nearby university.  It included a social behavior class taught by a young post doc who was generally regarded as a wunderkind.  She attended the first lecture in the nude, of course, like any good Farleigh-ite.  Nearly all of her fellow students wore some articles of raiment, even though many exposed “private” parts.  The young associate professor wore a top, but was naked below the waist.  No matter, the state of her dress, that of her classmates and that of the professor became insignificant as she was transported to heights intellectual perception by the enthusiasm of the teacher.  Somewhere toward the end of the lecture she decided that she would have to get this intriguing man to fuck her.

She had no difficulty getting his attention after class.  They retreated into their own private world as they engaged in a lively exchange relating to some point in his lecture.  She noticed that his cock had become firm and distended as the interview progressed.  Finally, she extended a hand to stroke his member.  The conversation died as their eyes held each other.  He inseminated her as she writhed on the floor of the lecture room well.  Her orgasm proved very satisfying. 

The conversation they had over lunch was far more personal.  He had to rush off to a seminar, but they found time to fuck again in the middle of the afternoon.  That was followed by more fucking before and after dinner.  She stayed with him that night.  He slept on top of her for most of it.

After a few days of being together, she acceded to her subconscious decision and asked him to be her partner for a Farleigh Class Mother project.  Prior to meeting him, she had no intention of participating in the program.  Now, she could not imagine anything she would rather do.

He did not hesitate in giving his consent.  She filed her project proposal with her adviser that day.  Given the quality of her designated mate, the approval was swift.  Within two weeks she was pregnant with Jared.

The young professor received his MacArthur grant just weeks before she delivered.  That brought home to her what she avoided confronting during their liaison – she knew that she would eventually be losing him to his career.  He remained with her for the month after Jared was born, but she could tell that he was distracted by a desire to be onto his next challenge.  Before she returned for her senior year, she had bidden him good-bye. 

Throwing herself into her academic work and caring for Jared helped limit the tearful sessions that overtook her in the ensuing weeks.  Being now a committed Farleigh slut, she took on new sex partners as soon as she was able.  Since Farleigh provided comprehensive care for the children of students, she was free to pursue sexual liaisons as well as engage in the normal senior year rituals of college selection, parties and ceremonies.  Her Class Mother status garnered her special recognition along with a handful of her fellow Mothers who led the graduation procession, babies in arms.  Jared’s father did manage to attend the ceremony and to hear her address the assembly as the designated class speaker.

Since then, Jared’s father has been reasonably dutiful, keeping in touch at least monthly and seeing his son a couple of times a year.  He has also sired a couple of half-siblings that Jared has met.  All in all, it is a pretty typical family arrangement for these days and what’s more important, Jared seems to prize his relationship with his dad.

Amy was a bit distracted when she dined with Marvin and the usual crew.  She greeted Scott as warmly as she could manage, but knew that she was not fooling him.  He seemed not to notice.  Her reproductive urges seemed to have receded, leaving a hollow feeling of confusion.  By the following morning she would recall the episode and wonder what had caused her to be so moved by her encounter with Ms. Bauman.  Feeling slightly embarrassed, she avoided Rashid in the lounge after dinner.  There seemed no need to recount the episode to Marvin.  Anyway, it would be just too complicated to explain. 

In the floor monitors’ session, Jeff and Consuelo seemed ready to get down to business.

“All of you had a taste of two-couple sex today,” Jeff began.  “You probably found that in order to make that work, you girls had to perform girl-girl sex.  How did you like it?”

He swept the assembly with a quizzical grin as he garnered a silent chorus of affirmative nods.  Consuelo conducted her own silent poll before posing her question.

“But hold on.  Isn’t that homosexual activity?  Isn’t Farleigh supposed to be the rock-solid bastion of heterosexuality?”

In the ensuing silence, Jeff furrowed a concerned brow.

“That’s right, isn’t it?  Remember our talk the other night.  Isn’t it right there in your student handbook that homosexual relationships could be grounds for dismissal from the school?  So how come we set you up in a situation where girls are eating each other out?”

The uncomfortable fidgeting was allowed to persist for a moment before Crystal spoke.

“Well, a girl playing with a girl isn’t exactly being a lesbian.  Girls are more open with each other and we tend to touch more, but it doesn’t mean that we prefer sex with each other over boys.”

“And boys like it,” Bailey asserted.  “I was licking a girl’s tonsils today while the boy who had his cock up inside me was telling me how hot I looked doing it.  When she started sucking my tits, he just blew his load because he was so over-heated by seeing us at it.”

Jeff was smiling again while he nodded.

“Actually, girl-on-girl sex is part of the fabric of heterosexual activity.  Guys are turned on by it, so it arouses them and makes them want to fuck girls.”

“So, the homosexual ban only applies to guys?” Rick asked.

“Actually, that needs a multi-part answer.” Consuelo seemed to be choosing her words carefully.  “First of all, the ban applies to everyone – if it truly is homosexuality.  We define that as an exclusive or dominating preference for sex between members of the same gender.  In other words, if two girls show that they’re avoiding sex with boys and only having it with each other – that’s banned homosexuality.  If they sometimes let boys fuck them but they persistently have their relationship in private, that’s probably also a no-no.  That’s because their girl-on-girl sex isn’t being shared with boys who are likely to be induced to heterosexual activity by witnessing it.”  She paused and looked around to see everyone was still engaged. 

“The second part is that boys’ buggering each other isn’t known to excite heterosexual females – quite the opposite.  Girls are usually repulsed by boys touching boys.  Since it doesn’t facilitate heterosexual behavior, it’s counter-productive to what we’re trying to accomplish here, so it’s banned and the perps can count on a one-way ticket out of here.”

Rick cocked his head.

“Sounds like it leaves the door open to bisexuality in girls but boys can only be straight arrows.”

Jeff nodded slowly

“That’s about right.  But don’t blame some arbitrary Farleigh rule-making for that.  The school is just playing out the heterosexual hand that this species was dealt.  Somehow we’re tolerant-going-on-encouraging of girls touching each other, but we’ve never been down with guys having a go at each other.”  He grinned at a sudden thought.  “Ever watch two guys giving each other the CC?  It’s like they touched a hot stove.  They can’t let go of each other’s cocks quick enough.”  When he drew a laugh, he added.  “Freshman boys are particularly CC adverse.  Older guys get past that homo-paranoia.”

“Do people get kicked out for homo activity often?”  Marvin asked the question very casually.  It was only on reflection that Amy realized that his tone was unnaturally careless.

Consuelo zeroed in on him with a very direct look.  Jeff wasn’t watching her as he responded.

“I’m not aware of any student being booted for that in the time I’ve been here.”

The carefulness of his answer struck Amy.  She started to glance at Marvin, but he was following up before her gaze was fully on him.

“No students?  How about anybody else?” 

“A faculty member had to leave last year for that reason.”  Consuelo’s tone was flat as she continued to watch Marvin during her response.  Her face was nearly expressionless.  “It seems that a certain female teacher was inappropriately involved with a female student.  The student was evaluated and counseled and it was decided that she had just been turned by the attention of an intriguing older woman.  The teacher resigned.  It caused some tension on campus for a while, but it blew over.”

Jeff had turned to watch his partner as she recited her answer.  He stepped in as soon as she ceased speaking.

“For what it’s worth, there were no witch hunts or heightened scrutiny of faculty and students.  The administration was actually pretty cool about it.  The female student is still with us and seems to be once again a well-adjusted heterosexual.”

He let the silence persist as though daring anyone to ask additional questions.  Finally, he changed the subject to some administrative matters, cracked a couple of jokes that Consuelo smiled at and sent everyone off to their post-meeting pairings.

“What was that all about?” Amy whispered to Marvin while they were en route to their room.

“Just following up on something I got from my sophomore volleyball fuck.”  He took a breath as he hesitated.  “I may have stepped in something, though.  She seemed guilty.  I didn’t mean …”

That sentence was left unfinished because they had crossed the threshold of their room and he had glanced behind them to see the other couple approaching.  Turning to face them, he sprouted a huge welcoming smile.

“Welcome to chez amour,” he told them.  Their guests grinned appreciatively. 

Jackie was a tall, slim GVC girl with unusually long straight, red hair.  Her firm breasts were about average but seemed small in her frame.  Her hips framed a long genital V that guided the eye to her well-cleft pussy lips.  Martin was a shorter Asian (Japanese?) boy with a jerky, hyper-active demeanor.  He seemed to smile a lot – a trait Amy ascribed to nervousness.  The limp, retracted attitude of his cock tended to confirm her assessment.

Jackie’s cunt was quite moist, Amy noted as they CC’d.  Good to come prepared.  Martin’s cock was showing signs of life when she finished with it.  She gave it a lingering stroke in an attempt at reassurance.  Her objective was to get a good fuck out of this guy – both for her satisfaction and what she perceived as his self-esteem.

“So, here we are,” Jackie grinned as soon as they were all situated on the bed.  “My grandma should see me now.  She thinks places like this are the located at the gates of hell.”  She seemed bright and engaged and eager to initiate the conversation.

“Is she a religious moralist?” Amy asked, wanting to seem equally friendly.

Jackie nodded.

“All of that with a side order of sauerkraut.  She was up the wall when I started fucking at 12.  I was such a defiant little slut that I made sure she knew about it.  My parents let me bring boys home and let me sleep over boys’ houses as long as they were around my age.  That made her crazy.  The fun part was that as much as she preached against what I was doing, she always wanted all of the details.  It was funny because I think she got off on hearing how I got fucked at school, so I made sure I always communicated my latest experience promptly.”

“She sounds a little conflicted,” Marvin observed.

“The best part is that she describes my behavior to her prayer group when they are together trying to redeem sinners.  I asked her how detailed she gets in telling them what I do and she said, ‘Well they have to know what sin they’re praying about.’  I made a vid of me sucking off a boy and then getting fucked and gave her a copy.  She played it in her group.  I think I made sinner of the week with that one.”

“Sounds like your parents don’t see things her way,” Amy interjected.

“Right about that.  Actually, when my parents hooked up, my grandma was living a pretty full life.  She had gone through two husbands and finally decided that marriage wasn’t for her.  After that, it was a series of live-in boyfriends.  She was even fucked by my dad – her son.  But then she hit the wall.  She started thinking her life was pointless and getting all depressed.  That’s when she ‘turned to God.’”  Jackie held up two curled fingers on each hand to denote the quotes around that phrase.  “My dad said she basically got ‘all fucked out.’”

“‘Jaded’ is what they call it,” Martin offered.  “When you can’t find excitement and stimulation in what used to make you happy, you just can’t be happy any more.”

As everyone’s attention turned to him, Jackie’s roommate continued.  “Anyway, the ironic side to the newly converted is that they try to preemptively deny others what they have already had enough of. In some ways you might consider that selfish.”

Amy cocked her head quizzically.

“But not everybody gets like that – that is, tired of sex when they get older, do they?”

Martin shook his head.

“Probably the most famous case of non-jaded-ness was the Marques de Sade.  He died when he was well past 70 a few hours after butt-fucking his 13 year old girlfriend.”

Marvin sniggered.

“My personal hero,” he smirked.  “And of course there was Hugh Hefner who kept selling sex well into his 80’s.  I don’t think he was able to hold up his end without help from the drug companies, but you have to admire his persistence.”

“But those were both guys,” Jackie observed.  “I think women lose interest after menopause – unless they get a little something from good ole Dr. Feelgood.  I really think that has a lot to do with my grandmother’s attitude.  Once the fire is out, you wonder what all the fuss was about.  Then you start to second guess yourself and then …”  She shrugged her QED.

“But that doesn’t explain her evangelical fervor,” Martin insisted.  “Why get into everybody else’s face about what they’re doing with their sex equipment?”  He didn’t wait for a reply.  “I think it’s a matter of feeling badly enough about how you spent your life that you try to take it back.  Of course you can’t, so you try to make it up by heading off other people from repeating what you consider your ‘mistakes.’”

“Reparation.”  The word jumped to Amy’s lips.

“Or penance,” Martin affirmed with an approving nod.

Marvin stirred himself with sudden impatience.

“I think this is just us trying to explain away people who disagree with us by hanging a disorder on them.  My take is that we just have to agree to disagree and just get on with our lives.”

“That’s nice but too simple,” Martin returned mildly.  “The fact of the matter is that some of the people with this kind of attitude will work actively to deny us our lifestyle.  We can’t ignore them and think we’ve got a live-and-let-live situation in place.  If they gain influence, they can get our lifestyle essentially outlawed.  It’s happened before.”

The ensuing silence steeped each of them in their own thoughts.  Finally, Jackie spoke slowly.

“I have to admit that grandma does communicate with politicians a lot.  She speaks favorably of this crackpot who is running for assembly where she lives.  I say ‘crackpot ‘ because he denies evolution.”

“Really?” Marvin reacted.  “I thought those guys were all extinct – pun intended.”

It was Martin’s turn to smirk.

“We wish.  Those guys will outlast the cockroaches.  There is nothing in the human make-up that makes science and logic natural.  We really prefer explanations that involve the supernatural and even magic.  One step solutions – call it a miracle and it’s all done.  Science is a tough disciplinarian.  It’s natural to get fatigued and look for some out.”

Amy’s curiosity was not to be denied.

“You must have spent a lot of time thinking about this,” she said to Martin.

Martin smiled as he disclosed that his father was a sociology professor and social activist.

He characterized his parent as a skeptic and a humanist – polite terms, he said, for a raging libertarian atheist.

“He gets really wound up sometimes,” Martin admitted.  “My mom calls him the world’s oldest angry young man.  She says he was sensitive and idealistic as a young man, but I guess those personality traits don’t wear well.”

“I guess he might be considered a counter-weight to Jackie’s grandmom,” Amy observed.

Martin nodded.

“I wouldn’t argue with that.  We have extremes on both sides – always have, always will.”

Marvin seemed to want to shake off the serious mood.

“I think the take away message is that it takes all kinds and they all serve a purpose,” he summarized, obviously wanting to move on.  He declared that “all this talk” made him want to fuck.  His flaccid cock belied his declaration, but everyone seemed eager leave the discussion and get down to business.

The sex got off to a tentative start.  Marvin suggested a foursome saying that he liked what they’d done in the sexercise.  The girls pretended to be put off by the suggestion, accusing him of exploitation of women.  In fact, however, both girls knew they could count on vigorous service from the boys if they cooperated. 

The Amy and Jackie found it difficult to address each other at first.  After some trial, they settled for giving each other a 69 as they lay on their sides.  Setting their upper legs upright, bent at the knee with feet planted, they provided oral access to each other.  The boys participated by fingering the girls’ pussies while the females licked and sucked each other’s clits.  Intermittently, the males stroked their own cocks.

When the boys reclined on their sides behind the girls and sought admission for their cocks, the girls relented.  Amy pursed her lips and tasted Jackie’s cunt juice on her lips while she watched Marvin’s tight, tucked-up ball sack at close range.  It formed a nodule on his stiff cock which was reciprocating in Jackie’s generously lubricated cunt.  Martin’s cock was making its own presence felt.  An arm looped around Amy’s raised thigh gave her partner the necessary leverage while he drove into her.  Since it also provided support for her leg, it was a win-win proposition.

Nevertheless, this position took its toll on the muscles of the participants.  Eventually, Martin withdrew, rose, rolled Amy onto her back and reentered her.  Responding to the vigor of his attack on her cunt, she hooked her legs around him so she could provide assistance and encouragement.  It took some time, but her ascent toward her orgasm began at last.  To his credit, Martin’s efforts never flagged.  With only short pauses to readjust the angle of his attack, he doggedly continued to fuck her.

As her body convulsed under the influence of her climax, Martin was engaged in his own struggle with a body no longer entirely under his control.  His jerking and shuttering subsided as Amy came back into her own.

Amy expected that she and Marvin would be going to the lounge for the evening social gathering.  Marvin, however, dithered.

“Why don’t you go ahead?” Marvin suggested.  “I’ll catch up after I do something.”

Amy looked at him in surprise, but it was obvious he not only didn’t want to explain, but also wanted to be left alone.  She tried to behave casually as she acceded to his wishes, cheerfully saying she would see him later.

She was a bundle question marks when she gained the lounge.  It was already crowded and a number of activities were underway.  Naturally shy in such settings she scanned the assembly for familiar faces.  Distracted by Marvin’s behavior, she didn’t concentrate well on her quest.  It was not like him to be both pensive and secretive.

“Amy.  Hi.”

When Amy turned toward the greeting she found herself looking into the bright blue eyes of Jet.

“Oh. Hi, Jet,” she replied promptly, hoping she responded quickly enough to cover her disconcertment. 

“Mind if I hang out with you for a little bit?”  Her voice was in silky drawl mode.  Her idea of being friendly and charming, Amy thought.  Her guard was up.

Jet seemed not to notice.  Amy agreed to join her as she got a drink.  Once that was accomplished, Jet steered her to a seat.  Unnecessarily, Amy scooted down to make room.  Jet didn’t take advantage of Amy’s generosity.  She sat close anyway.

“Just thought it might be good for the two of us to have a little one-on-one time,” Jet began as though the meeting had been pre-arranged.  “I mean, if you think about it, we’ve interacted every way this week except face-to-face.”

Amy thought for a couple of beats.  Had she missed some part of this conversation while she was getting over her surprise at being approached by Jet?

“Uh, I’m not sure what you mean,” she said finally.

“Well, I just mean that we’ve blown and been fucked by the same boys, sat through the same seminars and stuff, so we’ve done just about everything but fuck each and talk to each other.”  She smiled as though at a sudden thought.  “If I could fuck you, I would, but since I can’t, I definitely want to have a conversation with you.”

Amy was anxious not to seem mute, but what …?  She needed to get into the flow.

“You sent Win to me.  Thanks.  I enjoyed that fuck.”

Jet inclined her radiant blonde head in acknowledgement.

“No problem.  I figured that you would be able to close that deal.  Other girls might get too analytical about his situation and not give him the chance he needed to express himself.  Val, on the other hand,” she continued, “handled it himself.  He just needed a nudge.”

The way her companion put it, piqued Amy’s interest.

“Are you faculty undercover?” she asked.  “You sound like you’re doing the counselors’ job.”

Jet grinned with pleasure.

“No, I’m strictly freelancing.  Kind of a hobby of mine.”

“You mean giving sex counseling?”

“Well, counseling to maladaptives, whatever their particular problem is.”  She gazed at Amy for a moment and seemed to realize that she needed to elaborate.  “I think it’s a matter that I realized how close I’d come to being seriously fucked up – and I mean that in a very non-Farleigh way – that I started to recognize the traits in other people and developed this need to intervene.”

Amy continued to listen attentively and – above all – silently.  It had the desired effect on Jet.

“I mean, it kind of dawned on me that I am a very resilient, very centered person – through no fault of my own, I hasten to add.  I don’t take any credit for being stable.  I was born that way.”  She searched Amy’s face again.  “I guess I should back up and start at the beginning.  Don’t worry, I’ll cut this down to the abridged version of my life.”

The promise of a lengthy narrative caused Amy to relax.  She could watch and wait.

Jet had lived with her mother through most of her younger years.  Her mother was a very artistically inclined person and also a rather mercurial one.  She changed jobs and domiciles frequently, causing her daughter to have few personal relationships beyond her mother.  As a result, the two became mutual best friends, sharing nearly everything.  Jet naturally fell in step with her mother’s life philosophy.  That was a telling development because central to her mother’s ethos was that rules and conventions of behavior had no claim on her.

Jet’s mother had many inter-personal associations, both sexual and non-sexual.  In the case of the former relationships, she had them freely with both men and women – some quite edgy.  As a spritely, naked moppet, Jet tagged along with her mother nearly everywhere.  As such she witnessed the nearly complete spectrum of possible sexual activities by the time she was six.  And it all seemed quite normal to her.  Jet didn’t find it necessary to mention what she had seen to children her age.  She assumed that they were exposed to similar experiences by their parents.

One of the things that contributed to Jet’s contentment with her situation was that her mother doted on her.  She was her mother’s “darling, pretty girl.”  Whenever they were in company, he mother would draw attention of her companions to her daughter’s cuteness, vivaciousness and cleverness.  Jet learned to perform for groups, not only by singing and dancing up also by contributing to topical conversations in an engaging, witty and carefully cultivated little girl naiveté.

Then there was the matter of the physical contact.  Jet learned to be completely comfortable with being invited to sit on a naked man’s lap while he thoroughly molested her.  She learned to play along and tease her assailant so that she seemed a fully willing participant.  For her part, she would casually reciprocate by handling his penis and scrotum and offering to address those organs by taking them into her own mouth.  Her mother took notice but seldom intervened with these proceedings.  More often than not, she would remark approvingly to her daughter how “cute” she looked giving head.

It was only when she became older that Jet connected the dots to realize that some of her mother’s sexual favors were being given in exchange for various professional, personal and financial considerations.  When she broached her mother with questions about her habits, her parent merely commented that “that was the way things were” between adults.

As Jet turned eleven, she entered into a typical pre-pubescent phase of physical development.  Her mother began to remark more frequently how “grown up” Jet was becoming and speculating on how soon she would begin having sex with boys.  While Jet had the usual interest in boys and sex that a girl of her age would be expected to have, she was under no illusions that she had yet developed the bodily accouterments that would attract the attention of teenage boys.

Her mother eventually began to ask her if she would like to “find out what it’s like to be fucked?”  When Jet expressed guarded interest, the immediate follow up was that it would be best to be deflowered by an older “experienced” man.  When this came up more than once, the girl began to catch on that her mother wished to broker her first experience.  By this time, Jet was wise enough to realize that this topic was of special importance to her mother, but she did not catch on to the fact that the older woman’s interest was more than strictly maternal.

The man that Jet knew as Mr. Addison had been an associate of her mother’s for a few years.  Their relationship seemed to have business as well as social dimensions, including occasional sex.  He was a bear of a man – tall statured and largely built – with an expansive, endlessly gregarious personality to match.  Over the years his large hands had become familiar with the little girl’s body.  He had demonstrated his appreciation for her favors with gifts and considerations from time to time. Until that time, Jet had treated his attentions with playful sauciness.  Lately, however, she had come to realize that his fondness for her company was taking on a more serious character.  A less self-assured girl would have avoided this man’s company, but Jet felt confident and able to control the situation.  She openly teased the man, reveling in the way she could goad him into erections.

It was Mr. Addison that her mother eventually proposed as her daughter’s “first.”  Jet was surprised and reacted negatively to the suggestion.  The person in question did not comport with her image of her first lover.  Her mother responded by renewing her advocacy for an older partner.  But he was really old, the girl protested.  Somehow, her fantasy imagined a hunky 20 year-old tenderly plying her pussy open for the first time.

Jet wasn’t sure when or how she finally gave up and acceded to her mother’s wishes.  The assignation was duly arranged.  Jet would be dropped off to spend the night at Mr. Addison’s home.  Her mother spared only a few minutes and a few encouraging words before she departed with uncharacteristic haste.

For the first time in her young life, Jet was actually intimidated as she confronted the huge expanse of naked flesh that comprised her designated lover’s body.  For some reason she was more than usually aware of his large, dangling cock.  As many times as she had seen it standing out rigid from his abdomen, it had not occurred to her how really huge it was.

“Hello again, pretty girl,” he greeted her with his enormous grin.

Jet contemplated his visage for a long moment.  Then it clicked.  This could be handled with her usual pixie performance.  This was just another molestation.

“Hi,” she replied, assuming her immature coquette, “want to play with me?”

Mr. Addison was obedient to her suggestions as they moved through a protracted foreplay on a nearby couch.  Jet was resolved to keep him waiting.  She kept him at bay with blow jobs that momentarily sated his needs.  However, his impatience began to show through, so she deemed it wise to finally surrender her virginity. 

When he mounted her, her confidence failed.  That monstrous lance was about to violate her and she doubted that it would be painless.  Mr. Addison apparently picked up on her mood.  While his finger continued to work her cunt, his large visage softened and he began to croon reassurance.  The whole scene began to recede from the foreground of her consciousness. 

His entry thrust seemed to come from far away.  His next stroke caused her more discomfort.  The stretching sensation threatened to break through her mental safety barrier.  Her partner’s eagerness did not afford her the opportunity to re-submerge.  His next thrust broke through her hymen.  She caught her breath but refrained from crying out.  As she struggled to separate her mind and body again, she felt him pause.  Her brain analyzed signals from her vagina.  She was very stretched and he was pressed to her vulva.  He was in.

Disengaging his arms one at a time, Mr. Addison swept each of her legs up and around him.  She realized that her heels had dug into the cushions.  The girl discovered that having her legs around her partner’s body felt natural, easing the discomfort.  She was still thinking about that when she realized that he had begun to fuck her with long, smooth strokes. 

Her mind refused to be confined any longer.  It took close note of the sensations attendant with being fucked.  She became aware of her legs flexing in response to the reciprocating motion of his torso.  The power of his body driving his cock into her began to work on her attention.  On some primal level she realized his assault could be the agency of her attaining her own fulfillment.  As a more practical matter, this man was not going to relent before he achieved what he desired.  Gradually, she started to cooperate.  Tightening her legs, she pulled him to her on each of his in-strokes. 

She was just beginning to experience the stimulation that would drive her to a climax when her partner faltered.  Uncertain what was transpiring, she held still while he hitched and plunged into her.  The groan he emitted as his stiffened body shuddered on top of her startled her momentarily.  Her disconcertment receded when she apprehended that he was merely cumming as she had seen her mother’s partners do so many times.

As the formerly intimidating Mr. Addison sagged and gasped in the wake of his fulfillment, Jet began to realize that she had succeeded in dealing with the male beast and had tamed it.  She was not only a full-fledged woman, but an accomplished one.  There was no doubt in her mind that she could do this again.

When her mother retrieved her, she made much of Jet’s new status as a woman.  Fueled by Mr. Addison’s approbation of Jet’s performance, she declared effusively that she and her daughter were “girlfriends.”  Although Jet took only slight note of the surreptitious interaction between her late partner and her mother at that time, she later deduced that a commercial transaction had accompanied her tryst with Mr. Addison.

For the next few days Jet and her mother shared confidences.  The little girl did not totally apprehend the significance of some of what she was told, but she nevertheless reveled in being confided in by an adult.  It was days later that her mother began to suggest another possible sex partner might be in the offing.  Jet reacted casually to the veiled proposal.  Her mother pressed.  Jet assented and found herself a day later alone with another older man. 

He asked her to dance for him.  As she complied he stroked his cock.  Deducing that he was finding her performance stimulating, she added some self-fondling to her improvisation.  By a series of indistinct suggestions her performance migrated into a lap dance.  It was an unfamiliar experience for her but she saw nothing surprising in the fact that it concluded with his cock up inside her.  She continued being active until he seized her by the waist and pulled her down on him while he released his seed into her.  He was no less complimentary than Mr. Addison had been when her mother reappeared to conclude their business.

Jet developed a following of “regulars” in addition to occasional one-time customers.  She learned to quickly size up a new partner’s desires and formulate a performance that would satisfy him.  Attempting to meet the eclectic demands of her clients led her to develop a repertoire of sexual skills beyond the abilities most adult women.

Jet’s initial anal experience caused her some discomfort.  After she had fucked herself vaginally by bouncing on her client-of-the-moment’s cock, he broached her about taking it up the ass.  It was probably her little girl predisposition to try to please an adult that caused her to agree.  Then there was the latent need to continue her “professional” growth.  After all, many people – including her mother – took it up the ass.  If she was going to play-for-pay, it seemed reasonable that she should develop that proficiency as well. 

From the standpoint of her client, no doubt the experiment was a complete success.  The pain and blood afterward caused Jet to be less sure.  Her mother seemed put off that by the fact that the “John” had taken such liberties, but apparently the remuneration that accrued from the episode went a long way to assuaging her mother’s pique.

Her mother questioned Jet after each liaison, probing for signs of accumulating emotional damage, but Jet exhibited excellent resilience.  In fact, the girl felt as though she were discharging a very grown up responsibility and was eager to show that she could handle her “job.”  To that end, she conscientiously applied herself to her school work, kept up peer friendships and showed a budding interest in boys her age.

Jet was still well shy of her thirteenth birthday at the time the undercover cop busted her and her mother.  The girl was quite scared but steadfastly refused to provide information about her activities.  Her mother was no less stolid in her refusal to cooperate.  Unfortunately, one of their customers cracked.  Jet’s mother was remanded to incarceration and rehabilitation. Somewhere along the line a professional opinion was rendered that Jet’s mother showed signs of manic depression and sociopathic behavior.  Jet’s father saw his duty and took custody of his daughter. 

Despite relentless counseling, Jet resolved that she would not be persuaded that she had done something “wrong.”  Acceding to her father’s desires, she demonstrated “normal” behavior.  Reapplying herself to her studies and judiciously developing a social life among her new peers, she succeeded in convincing him to discontinue the psychotherapy. 

When she turned thirteen, she asserted her prerogative to dispense with the clothing that her father and stepmother thought was appropriate.  Although they withheld their approval of her actions, the boys she brought home to fuck were entirely appropriate for her age.  They had no way of knowing that she was drawing on her experience with literally hundreds of sex acts with adults to teach these boys things that were beyond the experience of her father.

When Jet proposed applying to Farleigh, her parents and teachers were supportive.  After all, such a smart, sexually well-adjusted girl should be expected to find success in just about any high school setting.  Jet attributed her swift acceptance to her self-confidence as much as to her academic achievement and sexual sophistication. 

“Wow, Jet, you’ve had a lot of experience.  The rest of us must seem like a bunch of kindergarteners to you.  Why did you come here when you’re so advanced?”

Jet’s reply was prompt.

“I’ve thought about that a lot this past week and I think I have it figured out.”  She paused for the space of a breath.  “I think that what I have is a lot of experience controlling a situation and performing.  What I need to learn is how to interact with a partner as an individual.  I need to learn to do relationships rather than customers or audiences.”

As she gazed steadily at Amy, her large blue eyes showed only the slightest hint of moisture.  There was a resolute set to her jaw.  Since her companion seemed to be expecting a response, Amy ventured one.

“You mean you have to learn how to feel.”

Jet’s head came up as though she’d been slapped.  She recovered quickly and lowered her gaze again.

“I hope it’s not that bad.  But I really do want a chance to be a teenaged girl.”

Amy regretted her remark.  Despite what she presented, this was a hurting person.  She wouldn’t trust herself to say anything further.  Her own eyes were welling as she leaned forward to offer a hug.  Jet hesitated and then hugged back.  Jet made the move to break the embrace.  Amy could tell the blond girl was fighting to control her emotions.

“Thanks, Amy.  It’s nice have somebody to talk to.”

“Any time you want to talk, I’m here.”

“I hope that goes both ways,” Jet replied quietly. 

Amy took her point.  Her reflection was interrupted by Jet’s leaving-taking and departure.  Amy noted that Jet touched her eye as she stood to leave.  It looked as though she was milking a tear.  To be continued, she thought.

“You and Jet had a talk?”

Amy turned and looked up into Marvin’s inquisitive face.

“Oh, yeah, just a little girl talk,” she said trying to sound casual and hoping he wouldn’t probe.

Her roommate didn’t seem inclined pursue an inquiry.  His mind seemed to be elsewhere.

“I thought I’d call it a night.  How about you?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

As she moved to rise, she glanced at his penis.  She decided it didn’t give any clues as to his intent once they got to bed.  Except for the fact that he looped an arm around her waist as they set off, he didn’t venture any interaction.  Amy made a stab at some small talk as they used the hyg.  Her roommate made an effort to respond, but he was obviously preoccupied.  Once they slipped into bed she reached for his cock and essayed a question.

“Want to tell me what you did?”

He took the hint and rolled over on his side so he could stroke her vulva.

“I went to see Connie.  I felt bad that I pushed on that gay thing of hers.”

She continued to massage his cock.  It wasn’t responding.

“How was she?”

“She was anxious.  She was talking to Jeff when I came in. He was cool enough to give us some space.”

Since Amy kept quiet, he hurried on.

“She’s definitely carrying the scars of the episode.  She says she’s worried that she’s a latent lesbian.  I told her there were worse things than that.  Next year she’d be somewhere else and there won’t be any policing of heterosexual purity.  She could be lezzy, bi, whatever.”

“Really,” Amy interjected, “I don’t see what the big deal is.  Even here it’s okay for girls to mix it up.”

“That’s what I told her, but she pointed out that she had crossed the line when she started sleeping with that teacher.  She feels lingering guilt.  She can’t seem to have enough sex with boys to alleviate that.”

“She’s obsessing.  That isn’t healthy.”

“Tell me about it.  She’s a very sensitive person.”

Amy gazed intently into her roommate’s face.

“You really care for her, don’t you?”

Marvin shrugged.

“That’s obvious isn’t it?  I think she’s an intriguing person.  She shouldn’t be hurting about something like this.”

His hand was no longer stroking her.  It simply cupped her pussy.

“She should get professional help.”  She gave his limp cock a squeeze.

“Well, there’s the bright side.  She has a standing appointment with a counselor – an outside counselor – starting Monday.  The school is providing that person.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Yeah, it’ll be interesting to see how this plays out.”

“I guess you’ll have a front row seat.”  She paused and looked again at her roommate.  “I hope you stay as a spectator, though.  I won’t be any good if you get drawn into her problems.”

Marvin averted his gaze for a moment. 

“Yeah, you’re right.  I should be keeping my distance.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to, though.”

Abruptly, he tried to shake off the mood.  He hand became active again.  His finger tip slipped between her labia.

“We should change the subject.  This is bringing us down.”

She smiled.

“I think we talked enough.  I could use a little loving.  You didn’t fuck Consuelo, did you?”

He grinned and shook his head.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then maybe you’ve got a little something for me.”

“Let’s see.”

By the time he had finished kissing his way from her face to her cunt, he was quite hard.  Actually he achieved that milestone while he was sucking her nipples.  She writhed in response to his tonguing her clit and fingering her pussy.  Grabbing his head, she squealed through an orgasm. 

By turns, she managed to take charge and get him on his back.  He seemed quite willing to let her drive.  Once she had mounted him and gotten his cock fully inside her, she lay down on him and began to kiss him.  As he responded, he didn’t realize that this was merely a misdirection.  Setting her cunt muscles into play, she squeezed his cock with increasing frequency.  As she kept her tongue moving in Marvin’s mouth, she felt her cunt activity change.  She went with it.

He began to move under her.  His squirming morphed into thrusts.  He was bucking furiously by the time he pulled her to him and pushed.  Amy left off flexing her cunt muscles and just kept a firm grip on his straining cock.  When his climax had run its course, they relaxed together.  He murmured something appreciative.

They kissed some more before sleep claimed them.  Sometime later she awoke still on top of him.  Deciding that she was comfortable where she was, she drifted off to sleep again, her forehead against his cheek.

TO BE CONTINUED…