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Sam - Part 8

by Samantha K
(FF, MF, tort, exhib, size, viol)
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After all the exercise of the day, I had no trouble at all
getting to sleep.  I was still sailing through dreamland when the
alarm went off.  I was rubbing the sleep from my eyes, wondering
why on earth I had set the alarm so early when I remembered that
there was a nice hard cock waiting for me just across the hall.

That brought me wide-awake and I bounced out of bed with a spring
in my step and a purpose in my stride.  I was so impatient that I
didn't even bother to shower, I just rinsed out my mouth with
mouthwash to kill the morning-breath before sneaking across the
hall into Bud's room.

I quietly closed his door behind me and was almost to the foot of
the bed before I could make out his form in the dark.  He was
lying on his back with his legs wide apart, stroking a monster
hard-on.  By now I was no stranger to Bud's equipment, but this
time it seemed to be bigger than ever.  Even in the dim light, I
could see the sheen where the skin was stretched tightly around
its girth.  I let out an "Ooooo" of amazement as I crawled onto
the bed beside him.

"Damn, Bud!  That's magnificent!"  I said.  I wanted to touch it,
but I was afraid if would explode in my hand.

"All for you, Sis," he said.  "I woke up early with a woody and
I've been polishing it up for you."

"Woody, hunh?  Looks like teak, it's so hard."

He had worked so hard on it that I almost hated to see it go
away, but nothing was going to keep me from climbing onto that
pole.  My pussy was just waking up.  It was warm and my juice was
starting to flow, but I needed more preparation if I was going to
take that bloated cock.

"Excuse me, but I'm going to have to work up to that," I told
him.  I put both hands between my legs and started rubbing my
pussy to get it nice and wet.  

While I worked on my pussy, Bud continued to rub his cock.  He
held it by the root with one hand and stroked just halfway up the
shaft with the other, as if coaxing more blood into the already
purple head.

While I watched Bud try to make his already immense cock even
bigger, he watched me try to get my pussy ready to handle him. 
We were both quickly getting ourselves worked to a fever pitch of
excitement.  Watching each other masturbate was a great turn-on.
I felt my blood start to race as I stared at his shiny cock,
imagining what it would feel like inside me.

When I thought I was wet enough, I put two fingers on each hand
into my pussy and started stretching my opening big enough to get
Bud's pole into me.  I was juicing very freely and I had a hard
time hanging on.  Bud watched me tug at my sex and clamped his
fist down on the base of his cock.  He had almost cum from seeing
me try to pull myself open for him.

I was getting close too, but I wanted his cock in me when we
came.  I wanted to feel him pump me full of cum.  I wanted him to
shoot all of it deep inside me.  I fantasized about walking
around all day with cum leaking out of my squishy pussy and
running down my legs.

When I thought I was stretched open wide enough to handle his big
cock, I lay down on my back and said, "OK, Bud.  I'm ready.  Fuck
me.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck me deep.  Give me all that cock.  Make
me cum."  This time I wasn't ashamed of the corny dirty-talk.  I
said what I wanted and it was what Bud wanted to hear.  It made
us both super-horny.

Bud took a pillow and stuffed it up under my hips to get my pussy
tilted at just the right angle for him.  I spread my legs wide so
he could get between them and have some room to work.  When he
was about ready to put his cock in me, I grabbed my labia with
both hands and pulled them apart to give him a better target. 
Even with all my preparation, when he pressed the big head of his
cock into my opening it felt like I was being split apart.

He pushed harder and harder and I felt his cock suddenly pop
through my hole and slide into my vagina.  I lost control then. 
I knew I would cum in seconds.

"Fuck me!"  I said.  "Ram it in deep.  I'm cumming!" I squealed.

He grabbed my butt and with one quick thrust, he shoved that
fantastic cock all the way into me.  I know it was all the way in
because I felt it hit my cervix and I groaned at the sensation of
his cock slamming into the gateway to my womb.  I locked my legs
around him and put my arms around his neck and pulled him down
onto me.  As his weight squeezed my breasts out to either side, I
climaxed.

I was so hot that there was no gradual build-up to a crescendo. 
I just all of a sudden was cumming as hard as I have ever cum.  I
made a conscious effort to hold Bud gently, because I knew if I
hugged him as hard as I knew I could, I would certainly snap his
spine like a dry twig.  Still, there was nothing I could do about
my vaginal muscles.  They rippled up and down on Bud's cock,
completely out of my control, trying to coax the cum from his
balls.

Fortunately, Bud's monster cock was up to the abuse.  He moaned
when he felt my internal contractions and tried to press even
further into me.

"God, Sis!  That feels unbelievable!  Your pussy is trying to eat
my cock.  That's the best thing I have ever felt.  Oh, yes!  Take
it.  Take it all.  Mmmmmmm!"

I don't know if he was talking for my benefit or simply telling
me the truth, but it was just what I wanted to hear.  My orgasm
spun up to a higher level and my contractions got stronger and
faster.

"Jeeez!  That's fucking fantastic!  Oh, yeah!  Do it!  Squeeze
it!  Pull it!"  He was grinding his hips against mine with all
his strength.  He was losing control and giving in to pure
animalistic sex.  It was that feeling of letting go and just
letting yourself fuck and be fucked.

As I reached an orgasmic plateau, my contractions became less
violent and more caressing.  I heard myself start to purr
spontaneously as I realized that this would be a long cum.  Bud
realized that he was now in total control and he started to move
back and forth to try to work his cock free of my pussy's iron
grip.

We rocked for a bit, and then I felt his cock slip a little
inside me.  I tried to relax and it slipped a little more.  Soon,
he was able to get a rhythm going and began fucking in and out
steadily.  The more he fucked, the hotter I got and the more my
pussy felt like it was going to boil over.

Bud had worked his cock up so hard that he was able to keep going
for a long time.  We were still at it when his alarm clock went
off.  He blindly reached out and smacked it on the bedside table
to get it to shut up.  I don't know if he turned it off or he
broke it, but he never slowed down.  Neither of us was going
anywhere until he came in me.  

After what seemed an eternity of bliss, Bud changed pace.  He
started pulling out almost all the way and then slowly sliding
all the way back in with a moan.  He was obviously on the verge
of cumming and he was trying to hold his load as long as
possible.

I smiled and nibbled his ear.  I wanted that cum and he was
holding back.  I decided to push him over the edge.

"Oh, Bud!  That feels sooooo good.  Your cock is just making me
cum and cum and cum.  My pussy just loves being fucked by a big
strong cock like yours.  It just loves being fucked and it loves
being filled up with cum.  My pussy is hungry for your cum, Bud.
Please feed my pussy.  Please feed my poor little hungry pussy
your cum."

That was all it took.  I felt him shudder as the last bit of
restraint he had fell away.  He slammed his cock as deep into me
as it would go.  His cock-head slammed right up against my cervix
and wedged up tight against it.  Bud pushed harder and harder,
trying to drive even deeper into me.

Just when I felt his muscles lock up tight and the cords of his
neck and shoulders knot up under my hands, he started to cum. 
With the first blast, I knew he was lined up perfectly with my
cervix and he was shooting his cum straight into my womb.  Bolt
after bolt of cum spurted out of his big cock into me, filling my
deepest parts and fulfilling my fondest fantasy.  I moaned and
purred and yowled like a cat in heat as he pumped more and more
cum into me.  I stuck my tongue into his ear and tried to lick
his brains.  That drove him even wilder and his butt clenched up
and his knees began pumping, driving us across the bed and
against the headboard.

Bud grabbed my ass-cheeks and pulled so hard it felt like he was
trying to rip me apart.  Such a brutal assault drove my climax
even higher and I almost passed out.

Eventually, Bud ran dry and, although his cock was still pulsing,
he was firing blanks.  His muscles went slack and he loosed his
death-grip on my ass, kneading it with his hands instead.  He
leaned to one side like he was going to roll off of me, but I
wriggled around and kept him on top of me.  It was bliss to lie
there and hold him like that.  Again, I wished it was Friday
night, so we could just drift off the sleep in each other's
arms.

That thought snapped me back to reality.  We had to get going, or
we would be late for school.

I let go of Bud and stretched out full-length on the bed.  Bud
pushed himself up on his arms and grinned down into my face.

"That was much better than average," he said, grinning.  

I knew just what he meant.  When you have used up all the
superlatives, you have to resort to lesser means of expressing
yourself.

"Maybe you need a bedside thesaurus," I suggested.

He nodded, glad that I had understood his comment as he intended
it.  We both smiled, happy that we were able to communicate
without worrying about being misunderstood.  It's one of the
milestones in a relationship, when you quit trying to
over-explain how you feel and just trust the other person to
understand.

This time I didn't play keep-the-cock and Bud was able to pull
out of me with a moderate amount of effort, but there was still a
loud pop when the head came free.  I used my hand to hold my
pussy shut so the bed would not be flooded with cum and I scooted
off the bed.

Before I left, I bent down and gave his cock a good kiss,
thanking it for the incredible orgasmic buzz I was feeling.  Then
I did the same to Bud's lips.

"See you in a bit," I said.  And I walked back to my room with my
knees together and my hand between my legs.  I went straight to
the toilet and opened my legs wide to let the cum out.

I wasn't too surprised when nothing happened.  Bud had cum so far
up inside me that it must have all gone into my uterus and now my
cervix had swollen shut from the pounding it took, trapping all
the cum inside.

I decided that there was nothing to be done that I had time to
do, so I showered and did my hair and got dressed for school.

I had wanted to wear something nicer than usual for a change, but
I remembered the martial arts lesson that afternoon so I put on a
pair of modest denim shorts and a scoop-neck knit top with a
nursing bra under it so nothing would show through.  I thought
for a second, then pulled off the shorts and added a pair of my
old cotton panties with a sanitary pad stuck to the crotch.  Now,
if that cum should decide to escape at an inopportune time, it
wouldn't make an embarrassing mess.

I was very happy as I skipped down the stairs to breakfast.  One
of my favorite fantasies was coming true.  I was walking around
with a belly full of cum.  I could feel it sloshing around inside
me and I deliberately rolled my hips when I walked to enhance the
sensation.  It was a very good thing that Bambi had gotten me on
the pill, or I would certainly have got very pregnant from the
load of sperm Bud had given me.



It was another beautiful spring morning and the temperature was
still twenty degrees cooler than it would be in July or August,
so Bud, Jim and I walked to school again.  We were a block away
when Neeka passed us in her little green car.  She honked and
waved and we waved back.

When we got to the campus, Neeka was waiting for us at the corner
of the students' parking lot.

"Hi Sam," she said.  "I'm parked at the end of the second row,
here.  I wanted to make sure you knew where to meet me, in case
we didn't run into each other before school let out."

A good idea, I thought.  The High School and the rest of the
school system had grown over the last few years, mostly because
of the steady stream of people moving into the area from Up
North, as we native Southerners liked to call anyplace more than
two states away.  Unlike many places that attracted large numbers
of retirees, the newcomers to our town were mostly working-class
folks who moved in to work in the local factories and the
businesses that had sprung up around them.  The town of Arcadia
had grown into a small city in just a few years and the place had
changed from a quiet semi-rural community to a bustling urban
area, complete with all the problems that brought.

We were way far from all the major tourist attractions and it was
almost an hour's drive to the beach, a situation that was a
constant annoyance for most of the kids my age.  It was
frustrating to be right in the middle of what the rest of the
country thought of as a vacation paradise and be unable to reach
any of it.

From the way she was looking at Jim, Neeka hadn't waited to tell
me where she'd parked.  She could have done that anytime, simply
by sending me a mental picture.  She had just wanted an excuse to
see her boyfriend again.  Those two were acting goofier every
day.  I supposed it was kind of strange for a relationship to
start off with sex and then move on to flirting, but I guess it
took a lot of the tension out of the situation.  I mean, they got
on great in bed, so they could kind of take their time and savor
the rest of it without having all the worry about "Will she put
out?" or "How will he treat me afterwards?" or "Can I ring her
chimes?" or "Is he just after my body?"  

Bud and I left the two lovebirds to their coy dance and walked
from the parking lot to the back entrance of the building where
our homerooms were.  Bud always seemed uncomfortable being in
public alone with me and I couldn't figure out why.  He was OK
with holding hands as we walked to school, but as soon as we got
within sight of his friends he pulled away.  I almost felt like
he was ashamed of me, and that hurt.  This time I wasn't going to
let him get away with it.

"Bud?" I said as he waved to a group of his friends.  I knew he
was going to run off and join them and leave me to wait for the
bell allowing us into the building alone.

"Yeah?"  He stopped in mid-stride and turned back to me.

"Kiss me bye?"  He glanced at his friends and then looked back at
me and then at the ground and started kicking at a bit of paper
lying on the asphalt walkway.

I almost laughed out loud as it dawned on me why he was acting
this way.  My super-stud lover with the monster cock was still
just a boy who wasn't comfortable around girls and who wasn't
entirely past the pig-tail pulling and dirt-clod-chucking stage
of interacting with them.  My heart went out to him big-time when
I saw that I was going to have to see him through this phase from
little-boy to young adult.

"Bud!" I said, with a mocking-serious tone.  "Get over here and
kiss me!"

"Yes'm." He said, like he had been scolded by his mother.  But he
dropped his bag and put his arms around me willingly enough.  I
saw his eyes flick toward the group of his buddies and then he
bent down and put his lips on mine.

I dropped my own bag and put my arms around his neck and pulled
him down to me.  He obviously intended a somewhat-sisterly peck
on the lips, but I wasn't going to settle for that.  I hugged him
and kissed him like I wanted him to fuck me right there in the
grass.  I even pulled my right leg up and rubbed it along the
outside of his.

I didn't carry it too far, but far enough to give his crowd of
friends a good idea of what we got up to in private.  When I let
go, he was still getting warmed up and, judging from the bulge in
his slacks, my intent had come through loud and clear.

He picked up his bag and hugged it to him so that it hid his
growing erection.  I wanted to tell him not to bother, that he
had nothing to be embarrassed about, but that might have undone
the good I had done by getting him to kiss me in front of his
friends.

As he walked off with them, I could see the back-slaps and hear
the "Way to go, dood!"s and the "My man!"s and one lone "You
lucky son-of-a-bitch!"  I knew I had had the effect I wanted. 
Bud's reputation as a lover was off on the right track.  If the
Henderson girls weren't spreading the news, then it was up to me
to do it.  After all, I loved Bud dearly, even if I wasn't 'in
love' with him.  Odd though it sounded to admit it to myself.  I
had a set of complex feelings for him, but all were founded in
love.  I loved him enough not to want to keep him all to myself.
There was certainly enough of him to go around.  But I had
discovered that there was a great and profound joy in
contributing to other people's happiness that lasted far longer
and was more satisfying than using others to make yourself
happy.

That reminded me of a fault of mine that I had recognized.  I had
a habit of playing with people, of treating them like toys that I
could take out of the box at a whim.  So far, no one had
complained, and most, like Connie the waitress, wanted to see me
again, but if I kept it up I would eventually make someone
unhappy.  Still, I have a playful nature, and that seemed to be
what attracted people to me, along with my other, more obvious
assets.  I would simply have to try to budget my time so as not
to slight anybody.  Bambi had asked me to consider the other
person's feelings, and I promised myself that I would try to do
that.

While I stood contemplating my faults, two of my new friends came
up to me to say good morning.  I wasn't aware that Janice and
Jolene had ever had anything to do with each other before
yesterday, but now they seemed like best friends. 

"Hi, Sam!" Jolene said, cheerfully.  Both she and Janice looked
like they had a secret and they would just bust if they didn't
tell it.  We walked over to a corner of the building away from
the crowd so we could talk privately but not look like we were
trying to sneak off.

"Hi, Jolene.  Janice." I said.  "How are you two this morning?"

"Oh, we're just fine." Janice said.

"Yes, but isn't it cool this morning?" Jolene asked with a big
grin.

"Yes, it's very cool today, don't you think?"  Janice asked,
making a point of tugging at her skirt as though it were slightly
uncomfortable.

"Oh, hush, you two!" I said in a quiet tone.  "Anyone would think
you'd never gone commando before."

"Gone what?" Jolene said.

"'Gone Commando'", I explained.  "It means going without
underwear.  I picked the term up from a boy.  I'm not sure why
Commandos would not wear underwear, but that's what he said it
meant."

Jolene blushed.  "But if a boy didn't wear any underpants, he'd
just...dangle!"  She looked like she hadn't thought much about
boys' equipment and she was enjoying picturing it.

"I'm glad girls don't dangle." Janice said.  "I wouldn't like
having something just hanging out like that.  I mean, can you
imagine having something so 'exposed'?"

"No, I can't," I said.  "But then, boys probably feel the same
way about boobs."

Janice started giggling.  "If a boy had boobs, he would never
take his hands off them.  I swear, some boys seem like they have
three hands, anyway."

"There's a nice idea," I said.

"Nice?  You like having to fight off an octopus when you go out
on a date?"  Jolene seemed horrified at the idea.

"Fight?  Who wants to fight?" I asked.  "A little wrestling,
maybe.  But if he gets me pinned, I go for the leg-scissors hold
and hang on until he's too tired to continue."

Janice appreciated my humor.  She was almost doubled-over
laughing.  Jolene didn't get it.

"But he might get your clothes off.  He might, you know, get
between your legs."  Jolene whined.

Jolene needed to wake up and smell the pheromones.  Not that she
knew what a pheromone was, but she obviously wasn't smelling any.
 It was no wonder she was still a virgin.

"Yes, Jolene," I told her, "He just might get your clothes off. 
He might get you completely naked.  He might touch you all over
your body.  He might lick you and kiss you in sensitive places. 
He might just put his cock in you and fuck you silly.  He might
just make you make you feel better than you've ever felt in your
life.  You might enjoy it.  It has been known to happen."

Jolene looked stricken.  The thought of having sex with a boy
really had her scared.  I had known a couple of other girls who
had the same fear, but most of them got over it about the time
that their periods started and their hormones told them that sex
was something good, not something bad.  Jolene was way behind
schedule.

I wondered what I could do to help her overcome her phobia.  Then
I wondered if I should even try.  Maybe she would get over it by
herself.  Then again, maybe she wouldn't.  If Jolene was my
friend, then it was my responsibility to help her deal with her
problem.  I wanted her to be my friend, so I had to help.  It had
to be help, though.  I couldn't start to make decisions for her
and try to enforce them.  She had to make the choices herself.  I
should only try to remove the fear.  She and Janice would be
coming over Saturday.  Maybe there was something I could do
then.

"Oh, hell!" I thought.  "I better keep her away from Bud and Jim.
 Bambi was right about that.  If she got a look at what either
one of them had to offer a tender virgin, she might just die an
old maid."

Janice picked up on how this was really freaking out Jolene and
she got serious.  "Jolene, are you still a virgin?" she asked.

Jolene hadn't wanted to let everyone in on her secret, but it was
pretty clear from her reaction what the answer to that question
was.  She hung her head and didn't answer.

"Yes," I told Janice.  "She is.  I think she has 'cock phobia'
the way she acts.  Don't make a big deal out of it.  I know she's
embarrassed over it.  Jolene, when you were a little girl, did
someone tell you that sex hurt?"

"My Gram," Jolene said quietly.  "She always told me that if I
was to let a boy get me alone that he would hurt me and spoil me
and I would never be no good no more."

I could tell from the way Jolene lapsed into rural dialect that
her family were country folks who had only been living in town
for one generation, if that.  Her grandmother's ideas about sex
were rooted in the dark ages.  I bet the old woman wanted to
stick her granddaughter in a chastity belt until she was ready to
marry her off.

"Jolene, you know she was just trying to scare you, don't you? 
I'm sure she meant well, but you know that part about being
spoiled was straight horseshit   pardon my Norwegian."

Jolene laughed a little at that.  "Yeah.  I know it was all a
load of bull, but she kept telling me boys would hurt me every
time we visited her.  It started when I began to fill out and she
kept it up until she died last year.  She was my
great-grandmother, see.  She must have been close to a hundred
when she passed."

Jolene took a deep breath before she went on.  "She was the only
person who ever talked to me about sex and from her it was all
bad.  My parents never contradicted her.  I guess I didn't know
how much fear she was putting into me.  I can't stand to be alone
with a boy.  I always have to be in a group to be able to relax
and have fun.  If a boy touches me I freeze up and he gets this
weird look and backs off."

"Would you like us to help you get over this?" I asked her. "No
pressure.  We won't force you into anything.  I promise."  Janice
nodded that she was willing to help, too.  Something about a
friend in need brings out the best in people.

"Can you?"  Jolene asked.  "I mean, I'm so screwed-up.  Is there
some way to get un-screwed?"

"I'm sure there is something we can do.  I promise we will find
it.  Let me think about it.  I'll have a plan by the time you two
get to my house Saturday.  Better plan on making it a sleep-over,
by the way.  The last party I had, we had a lot of fun doing
that."  I didn't want to tell her that the last party I had was
notable for a lot of things, not the least of which was that it
turned into an all-night orgy.  That might be a little
off-putting to her.

"A sleep-over?" Janice said.  "Wow!  I haven't done that since I
was nine.  This will be fun!"

"Gee, what should we wear?" Jolene asked.  "I mean, I've heard
about Mrs. Reynolds.  She's, like, this rich society person and
all.  I've seen the house from the street and it's huge!"

I smiled.   "Wear something comfortable.  Very casual.  Just
bumming around clothes."  I smiled wickedly.  "Something that
comes off easily.  I mean, we might jump into the hot tub on the
roof."

"On the roof?"  They both said, together.

"Yah.  It's a fun place.  You'll love it."

"Should I bring a swimsuit, then?"  Jolene asked.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn't.  I should have known that
people never have just one hang-up.  "No.  No suit.  Look.  I
want to tell you something about Saturday.  At some point you
will be getting naked.  In the hot tub, absolutely.  In bed,
certainly.  On the sofa, maybe.  Just walking around, possibly. 
It's going to be very relaxed."  I deliberately didn't say that
there might be boys around.  I'd just have to work around Jim and
Bud however I could.  It would not be fair to ask them to make
themselves scarce in their own house, but maybe I could get them
to give us some privacy if I asked nicely.

"N-n-naked?"  Jolene asked.  "I don't know.  I don't know if I
can.  Not in front of other people."

"Silly.  You've gone past naked with us." I told her.  "And
you're naked right now under that dress.  One quick gust of wind
and the whole school will know if you dye your hair."

Jolene almost grabbed the hem of her dress by reflex.  She forced
herself to hold her hands at her waist.  She held her head high
and said, "No they won't.  I shaved."

"Way to go, girl!" Janice said.  "I wish I could do that.  My mom
would kill me."

"Well," Jolene admitted, "mine doesn't know yet.  But it's my
body and my hair and my business if I shave it.  Right?"

"Absolutely!" I said.  "Just don't let the stubble grow back and
you'll be fine."

"It kinda burned a little," Jolene said, "so I used some lotion
and it felt much better.  I enjoyed it.  I enjoyed it quite a
bit, if you know what I mean.  I was in there so long that my mom
knocked on the door to see if I'd gone down the bathtub drain."

Jolene seemed motivated enough to change her behavior.  She knew
what she was doing and why she was doing it.  It was just a
matter of shaking loose all the conditioning she had been put
through.  Surely there was something we could do for her.  I made
a mental note to do some research on the subject right after I
did my homework.

"Speaking of boys, Sam," Janice said, "Who was that boy we saw
you kissing a minute ago?"

I wanted to give Bud some more good press, but it didn't seem the
right time to go into details about Bud's extraordinary
attributes in front of a girl who was scared of normal-sized
cocks.  Telling her about one that would make a mare's eyes water
seemed uncalled-for.

"Oh that was just my brother, Bud."

"Your brother!" Janice seemed shocked.  I had my pick of 'why'.

"Yes, my brother.  Oh, he's not really kin.  Mrs. Reynolds is
going to be my second mother, so I think of him as a brother. 
Anyway, they call me 'Sis' and I call Mrs. Reynolds 'Mom', so I
guess he's my brother, all right.  Why?"

"Well, that surely wasn't a brotherly kind of kiss."  

"What kind of kiss was it?"

"It looked like you wanted to screw him right then."

"Do you have a brother?"

"Well...no."

"Say you did.  Would you fuck him?"

"NO!"

"Why not?  Don't you love your brother?"

"It's not that."

"Then what?"

"You're not suppose to have sex with close relatives.  We covered
genetics in Biology last year.  It has something to do with
recessive or repressive genes or something, doesn't it?"

"Well, that would mean that having children with close relatives
was a bad idea, all right.  But sex and reproduction have been
different things since they invented birth control.  Do you plan
to have children with every boy you have sex with?"

"God no!"

"Then having sex with your brother is fine, as long as you don't
get pregnant, which you certainly don't plan on doing anyway?"

"Yeah, but...I mean...I guess you're right.  I never thought
about it like that."

"So why wouldn't you have sex with your brother?"

"Well it just sounds so icky."

"It sounds like you are as much a victim of psychological
conditioning as Jolene is.  That 'just sounds icky' is an
emotional reaction, not a reasoned one.  It's all just incidental
brainwashing.  We get told things so often that either aren't
true, are only partially true, or used to be true but aren't
anymore, until we just accept them.  We don't think things
through.  We just behave like we've been programmed to do.  We
need to re-examine many of the precepts that we routinely take
for granted."

Janice and Jolene were looking at me like I had grown another
head.

"What?" I asked.

"You sound like you should be a teacher instead of a student." 
Jolene said.

"Yeah," Janice agreed, "when did you get your degree in
psychology?"

"Doh?" I said.  I had been about to add a point about freeing
ourselves from the tyranny of the unexamined fact in order for us
to become fully-realized members of society, but I decided to
clam up instead.  "Must be all that educational TV I've been
watching," I confessed.  "But you see my point?"

"Yeah," Janice said, "You're screwing your brother.  He must be
pretty good for you to come up with all this psychology stuff."

"You have no idea," I said..  

"Isn't he just a Sophomore?" Jolene asked.

"No, he just acts like it.  But he's very mature where it
counts." I told them.  "His older brother, Jim, is 19.  I think
he flunked a year somewhere.  They are both very cute.  They both
work out, so they have lots of hard muscles."  I was being as
descriptive as I could for Janice's benefit.  Jolene didn't get
it.

"So where is Jim?" Janice asked.

"He's over at the parking lot, making eyes at his girlfriend.  I
think they're going steady."

"I'd like to meet Bud," Jolene said, "Especially if he's going to
be there Saturday."

What she meant was she wanted to meet him in a crowd of people,
where she wouldn't feel intimidated.  I thought that was a great
idea.  The more relaxed she was on Saturday, the better time we
would all have.  I looked over to where Bud was horsing around
with five or six of his friends.  I didn't want to have to go
drag him away; that might have embarrassed him.  I was thinking
of just shouting to him to come over.  I was even thinking, "Bud!
 Come here!" as loudly as I could in case my mental powers had
multiplied.  No luck there.  Just as I was about to open my
mouth, he happened to turn toward us.  I waved and motioned to
him and he trotted over.

"Yeah, Sis?"  He said, putting his hands on his hips as though
impatient to get back to more important things.

"Bud, this is Janice and Jolene.  I've invited them to come over
to the house on Saturday.  I told them they might see you there
and they wanted to meet you."

To his credit, Bud behaved like a gentleman.  He smiled and shook
hands briefly with both of my friends.

"Hi Janice.  Hi Jolene." He said.  "I'm very glad to meet you. 
Sis, is this going be another party like last time?"

"No, not like last time," I told him. "It's going to be a
sleep-over, but mostly Janice and Jolene and I will just be
hanging out.  I was just telling them about how you work out and
stuff."  I poked him playfully in his abdomen to make my point. 
He flinched, but recovered quickly.

Nothing gets a boy's ego puffed up quicker than talking about his
muscles.  Bud squared his shoulders and threw out his chest.  I
could see him tensing his muscles.  It was certainly a nice
display and Janice and Jolene paid close attention.

"I press about 200," he said, proudly.  I knew it was more like
160, but I let him have his exaggeration.

Janice reached out and put a hand on his forearm, squeezing it to
feel the hard muscles under his skin.  Bud obligingly bent his
arm and flexed his bicep for her.  She felt it and made an "Oooo"
sound in appreciation.

Jolene was emboldened by this and reached out tentatively to
touch Bud's other arm.  As she stroked it with her fingers, she
asked, "Do you have   what do they call them - 'six-pack abs'?"

Bud pulled the tail of his t-shirt up to show us his stomach. 
"Almost," he said, displaying his abdomen from the bottom of his
rib cage to where the waistband of his baggy shorts hung low on
his hips.  We had a view that went several inches below his
navel, and I could just make out the downy line of hair that was
his pubic bush.  He didn't have ripped abs, but he had faint
bulges where they would be if he kept up the sit-ups and laid off
the fancy desserts.

Jolene seemed impressed anyway and even put her hand on his
stomach above the navel to feel the muscles.  Bus tensed as much
as he could to give her something to touch and she smiled and
nodded as she stroked him.

Being in a crowd with two friends on either side gave Jolene the
courage to take liberties and she did.  She stepped closer to Bud
and used her whole hand to feel his stomach muscles.  She slowly
stroked up and down and then let her hand slide down below his
navel.  I thought she might even slip it into his pants from the
way she was looking at his stomach and the way her breathing had
picked up.

Bud saw that he had let his pride get him into a situation that
he hadn't foreseen.  He couldn't very well ask Jolene to stop,
after so clearly inviting her touch.  At the same time, it was
clear from the rapidly growing bulge in his shorts that her touch
was having an effect on him.  

Jolene either didn't notice, or didn't care that she was arousing
him.  She was so wrapped up in the experience of putting her
hands on a boy's skin in a 'safe' environment that she was
oblivious.

Janice held Bud's arm and alternated between watching Jolene and
watching the bulge grow in the crotch of Bud's shorts.  She had
caught some of the hints I had dropped earlier and was now
licking her lips over the growing manifestation.

I was the one who should have done something to stop it, but I
was more inclined to pull that beautiful cock out and stroke it
to its full glory than to step in to preserve Bud's modesty. 
There was something powerfully erotic about seeing his huge cock
moving by itself; almost as if it had a life of its own.  I
became obsessed with seeing the bloated head hanging out of the
leg of his shorts.  I realized that I was more proud of his cock
than he was.  I really wanted everyone to see the magnificent
beast that I had mastered.  I wanted to take him around to
everyone and show him off, like a prize bull that had just won a
ribbon at the fair.

Before any of us could come to our senses, matters got out of
hand.  More accurately, they got 'out of jock'.  While Janice and
I stared, Bud's cock became too big for his jock-strap to contain
any longer and it fell out of the leg of his shorts and slapped
against his thigh just a couple of inches above his knee with a
meaty thwack.

"Good God Almighty!" Janice said in a hushed voice.  She had the
presence of mind to step in and shield Bud from general view on
his left.  After a split-second, I copied her on his right.  With
Jolene in front, we avoided making his condition a public
spectacle.

Bud had been as lost in the hormonal fog as Jolene was, but he
quickly reached down to cover himself.  He wasn't quite quick
enough, though.  Janice beat him to it.  She put her hand around
the shaft of his cock just behind the head and stood there,
entranced by the size of it and the fact that she could not close
her fingers around its girth.

There was now no way that Jolene could possibly miss the effect
she had on Bud.  I was afraid she would bolt when she saw what
Janice was holding, so I put my hand companionably on her back,
prepared to hold her in place by force.  She apparently took this
as reassurance, because when she looked down, she flinched, but
didn't run as I expected.

She was so reassured that she actually reached out and put her
hand over the head of Bud's cock and cradled it.  She had a rapt,
curious expression on her face and it dawned on me that this
might be the first cock she had ever seen.  I almost laughed when
I thought about how disappointed she would be to learn that they
were not all this size.

Bud must have sensed that this was a tender moment for her;
either that, or he was just enjoying the heck out of standing
around in a crowded schoolyard with two girls holding his cock. 
In any event, he stood still and endured the situation stoically.
 

We were all vicariously experiencing Jolene's sense of wonder at
holding a cock for the first time.  The look on her face was just
too sweet for words.  Nobody wanted to say anything to break the
spell.

Bud might have been trying to be cool about the situation, but
his cock had mind of its own.  As it continued to stiffen, precum
oozed out onto Jolene's hand.  Again, she surprised me.  Instead
of snatching her hand away in disgust, she put both hands around
the head of his cock and let the precum drip all over them as she
enjoyed this new experience.  She giggled with delight as she
played with his slippery cock.

Janice wasn't helping matters either.  She also wanted to see
Bud's cock in its full glory.  She started stroking her hand up
and down the considerable length of his shaft to encourage it.  

Under their combined efforts, Bud's cock was fully erect in no
time at all.  In full daylight, it was a most impressive sight. 
The pink shaft was webbed with blue and dark red veins.  The head
was purplish-red and the skin was glossy with the precum Jolene
had smeared all over it.  Janice had lifted it so that it stood
out horizontally and she had pushed Bud's loose shorts back to
expose almost all of it to our view.  It was long enough that
Janice could get both her hands on the shaft and still leave
Jolene plenty to play with.

"Oh, wow," Jolene said, "it's beautiful!"

"I couldn't have said it better," I thought.  A glance at Bud's
face told me that he was enjoying this group activity.  Any
thought of modesty or embarrassment had fled before the tidal
wave of arousal that he was feeling.  I probably could have
charged admission to this public masturbation and he would not
have objected.

Having gotten his cock to full engorgement, Janice and Jolene now
seemed intent on making it squirt for them.  Janice was
vigorously stroking his shaft with both hands and Jolene was
squeezing and caressing the apple-sized head of his cock.  From
the low moans Bud was making, they were making good headway.  He
was tensing his thighs and abdomen as though trying to pump all
the blood he could into his cock to make it as large and as
sensitive as possible.

Bud put his arms around Janice's waist and mine and pulled us
against him.  I supposed that this was both to express affection
as well as to brace himself for the climax that was clearly
inevitable.

Belatedly, I thought of the mess he would make when he came and I
desperately tried to think of some way to contain it or at least
to keep Jolene from being drenched with cum.  Bud's tightened
grip on me told me that I was too late to do anything, that he
was only seconds away from orgasm.  I had just resigned myself to
seeing poor Jolene blasted with cum when a hand reached into our
circle holding the plastic cup from a thermos bottle and a
familiar voice in my right ear said, "Here, use this."

I glanced over my shoulder at Sara Henderson as I took the red
cup from her.

"Way to go, Sara!" I said, holding the cup tilted over the end of
Bud's huge cock.  It looked completely inadequate to the task,
but it was certainly better than nothing.  It was also just in
time.  Only seconds after it was in place, Bud's monster cock
erupted.

When the first stream of cum shot from his cock, I adjusted the
position of the cup so that we could all see the whitish liquid
spurt out and splash into the bottom of the cup.  Four spurts
were all he could manage, just about three ounces of translucent
fluid.  It wasn't surprising, so soon after filling my belly for
me, that he hadn't fully recharged.

After the pulsations died down, Janice and Jolene busied
themselves by wiping it off with tissues and trying to wring out
the last few drops before allowing Bud to replace his cock into
his shorts.  Jolene was reluctant to let go.  She even petted it
good-bye as he pulled it out of her hand and stuffed it back into
his jock, where it still made an obscenely large bulge inside his
shorts.

Before I could think of it, Sara took the cup out of my hand put
it to her lips.  She winked at the rest of us and took a sip.  As
she swirled the sticky liquid around over her tongue, Janice and
Jolene watched with unsettled expressions bordering on disgust.

"A little thin," Sara said, imitating a wine connoisseur with a
glass of old port, "But a nice bouquet.  I think someone has
tapped this vintage already today."  She eyed me and raised her
eyebrows questioningly.

I blushed at having been found out and at having been upstaged
and outwitted.  Sara had called the tune and now I could only
follow her lead.  I took the cup and sipped it.

"Still, a very good year," I said.  "And sweet, with just a hint
of raspberry."

After Sara and I had tasted it, Janice changed her mind and
wanted a sip, too.  As I passed Janice the cup, Jolene had
changed her mind as well and now looked like she was afraid there
would not be any left for her.  She watched anxiously as Janice
took a tentative taste of the thick liquid in the red cup.

Janice bravely tried to imitate Sara, too.  She sipped and
swirled the thick stuff as we had done, prepared to bluff her way
through and claim to like it.  It was great fun to see the
expression on her face go from feigned enjoyment to the real
thing as she realized that what she thought would be disgusting
was actually fairly pleasant, maybe even tasty.  She looked
surprised as she passed the cup along.  

Jolene hesitated.  She stared suspiciously at the contents of the
cup.  She even wrinkled her nose as she raised it to her lips. 
Tipping it up quickly, before she could change her mind, she
misjudged the viscosity of the fluid and, instead of a sip, got
the better part of a mouthful of cum.

Jolene's eyes bugged out and she swallowed by reflex to clear her
mouth of the sticky load.  She opened her mouth and stuck her
tongue out and we could see that it was completely coated. 
Jolene then took a second, more cautious sip and imitated the
same taste test that the rest of us had done.  When she took a
third sip from the cup, we knew she was hooked.  No one was ready
for what she did next, though.  Holding the cup out to Bud, she
smiled and said, "More!" in a voice clogged with cum.

The look of shock on Bud's face set us off and everyone except
Bud and Jolene fell about laughing.

In between gasping for breath and doubling over giggling, I saw
Bud's expression soften into a grin as he realized that he had
just had the most honest and sincere compliment he was ever
likely to hear.

While the rest of us sought vainly for our lost composure, Jolene
and Bud stood looking at each other with a light in their eyes
that reflected back and forth between them.  Jolene looked like a
unicorn hunter who had just had the animal eating out of her hand
and Bud looked like he had just met the last virgin on the planet
and wanted to have her cast in bronze to preserve the moment
forever.  They looked so sweet that my giggles stopped and my
eyes got all teary from watching.

Jolene's hands were fluttering in front of her like two birds
trying to escape from a snare.  She wanted badly to touch Bud's
cock again, but the moment had passed.  Bud reached out and took
her hands in his to calm her jitters.  As soon as he touched her
she moved close and pressed against him, clutching his hand in
both of hers.

"Later," he said.

Jolene made no reply, but just stood leaning against him and
smiling up at him.

The bell rang to indicate the start of school and everyone
crowded through the door to get to their homerooms so the roll
could be called.  Bud bent over and kissed Jolene on the cheek
before retrieving his books and heading to class.  She watched
until he disappeared into the crush and then she turned to me. 

"He has a very large penis, doesn't he?"  She asked, shyly.  As
she spoke, Janice stepped closer to hear what she had to say.

"Yes, he does," I answered.  "You won't see many cocks that size.
 It's huge."

"I enjoyed touching it.  Do you think he will let me touch it
again?"

"I'm sure he will," I said.  I though that was a very safe
prediction.

"What time Saturday should we come over?"  She looked at Janice
to see if she had anything to add.  Janice looked at me to see
how I would handle this.

I had been thinking about having the party start after supper,
but Jolene's eagerness made me revise the time.  "How about the
middle of the afternoon?  Say, three o'clock?" I asked.

"3 o'clock," she said, firmly.  She turned to look in the
direction that Bud had gone and Janice and I shared a look that
said innocence was a wonderful thing.

"I'll ride my bike over and be there at three," Jolene said. 
"That way I can go home whenever and my mom won't have to come
get me."  

Jolene stepped in close to me and put her arms around my
shoulders and gave me a big hug.  She put her lips against my ear
and whispered, "Thank you, Sam.  Thank you.  Thank you.  But now
I am as horny as a toad and if I had any panties on they would be
soaked.  I can't wait until lunch."  Then she nibbled my
earlobe.

Once I diplomatically pried myself free of Jolene, we all ran for
our desks before the last bell rang, marked us tardy.



My classes seemed more interesting and pleasant than usual.  I
was able to concentrate much better in class.  It was all because
I was not building up to the need to masturbate every other class
period.  I participated more in the classes and even asked a few
questions that the teachers promised to research the answers to.
When I noticed my Algebra teacher conferring with her department
head and pointing toward me, I thought I might have gone too far
with my participation.  While they were talking, I checked the
index of my Algebra textbook and found that the proof I had just
proposed for the current problem was something we wouldn't be
covering for another three chapters.  Oops!  I hoped that the
teacher thought I had been reading ahead.  If she realized that I
had deduced the proof on the spot, I might be in for some
unwelcome scrutiny by the powers-that-be in the school
hierarchy.

Not that the break wasn't welcome, but my lack of sexual tension
bothered me.  I had gone most of the morning and I was still cool
as a cuke.  The last time I climaxed was early that morning when
Bud filled up my womb for me.  It suddenly hit me that that might
be what had immunized me against needing sexual release - I was
still carrying a full load of Bud's cum inside me.  I supposed
that it must be soaking into the walls of my uterus and leaking
male hormones into my bloodstream.  In the same way that the pill
or the patch protected me from pregnancy, the male hormones in
cum might be protecting me from my own overactive female
hormones.  I knew that the female hormones in the pill prevented
pregnancy by tricking my body into thinking it was already
pregnant and rejecting any attempts to get pregnant again.  I
wondered if a similar process might be tricking my body into
thinking it had just had sex, thereby preventing me from getting
horny again.  It was yet another field in which I did not have
enough knowledge to make an educated guess, but it was a
fascinating idea and one with which I could have a lot of fun
experimenting.

After Algebra class I visited the girl's restroom.  When I
checked the pad I had worn against the possibility of
cum-leakage, I found it was clean and dry.  I decided that if
nothing had dribbled out in four hours, I was probably safe so I
threw the pad away.  The darn thing was even more uncomfortable
than usual, probably because I had got out of the habit of
wearing panties.  Now, it felt like the trapped heat was stifling
my pussy.  Since I didn't need the panties to hold the pad, I
took them off and put them in the outside pocket of my bag.  Once
free of its cotton confinement, my pussy was much more
comfortable.

Since I wasn't turned-on, and therefore more in control of
myself, I felt safer looking sexier.  I took off my bra, whose
support I really didn't need.  I only wore it to keep my nipples
from showing through my clothes.  Now, I wanted them to show.  I
wanted to invite stares and maybe even some comments,
particularly from boys.

As long as I was going to show-off, I decided to go as far as I
dared.  I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled the slider of the
zipper down a couple of inches before folding the lever down to
lock it in place.  Since I had the shorts riding higher than
before, having them open wasn't revealing much, but I knew that
the idea that they might just fall off any second would be
irresistible to someone looking at me.  The possibility certainly
excited me, but I was relying on my 'inoculation' to get me
through the next period at least.

I had just finished my wardrobe adjustments when the bell rang
announcing the start of the next class period.  I snatched up my
bag and dashed out of the restroom without checking my appearance
in the mirror.  If I had, I might have noticed the small flaw in
my attire.

Even though the bell had rung, I made it to the room ahead of my
teacher, who was just returning from the Teacher's Lounge at the
far end of the hall.  I was in my front-row seat when class
began, so technically I wasn't late.

Mr. Locke walked straight to his podium and opened the Social
Studies textbook that we had been using for a syllabus all year
in his class.  He looked around the room to make sure he had
everyone's attention before he began his usual short review of
what we had covered so far this week and asked for us to hand in
any outstanding homework.  When his eyes came to me, he stopped
and stared for a couple of seconds.  When he had looked over the
whole room, I saw him look back at me again and I sat up as
straight as I could to give him a good look.

I expected some looks, but not from a 30-something year-old
Social Studies teacher who had been here during the dare-to-bare
year of teenage fashion.  Surely he had seen nipples poking
against cotton-knit fabric before?

He tore his eyes away and began his review.  He looked
uncomfortable.  He pulled his sport coat closed and fastened the
bottom button.  As he did so, he leaned forward slightly.  It was
an odd thing for a man who mostly hung his coat over the chair
behind his desk and even odder given that the air-conditioning in
our school wasn't the greatest in the world and the temperature
inside was never close to being chilly.

The simple answer had to be that he was hiding a growing
erection.  "Surely not," I thought.  He had seen me in the same
seat all week with my bust-line on display.  Why now should I....
 "Oops!" I thought.  I was about to ask what was different, when
I remembered that I had made a change.  My nipples and areolas
were much larger today and I had just taken off my bra to show
them off.  I realized that I should have taken the time to check
my appearance in the mirror.

My enhanced HH-cup breasts were so large and rode so high on my
chest that my nipples were beyond my normal view.  Even after I
had enlarged my areolas and nipples, I still needed a mirror to
see the tips of my breasts.  I had just about come to terms with
having much of my body hidden from view, and I had forgotten the
old adage "out of sight, out of mind".  I even remembered that I
had predicted what might happen if I let my condition show
through my clothes.  Mr. Locke had taken one look at me and seen
what he took for a sex-kitten in full arousal.  The sight had
triggered a biological reaction beyond his control.

Thinking about my teacher trying to stand in front of me and hide
his hard-on made me hot, too.  Hormone inoculation or no, I felt
my sensitive flesh crinkle up and get stiff under my top.  Of
course, this just made the situation worse.  Now, my nipples were
trying to poke through the fabric, and the stretchy cloth just
molded to them and showed them off better.

I wanted to hide my reaction, but I couldn't think of anything to
do that wouldn't look like I was flirting.  I decided that the
best thing would just be to ignore matters and act innocent.

After a whole class during which he did not look at me again, Mr.
Locke sat down at his desk to read our homework assignment from
his lesson plan folder.  He had just finished when the bell rang
and everyone headed for the door.

I lagged behind by the simple subterfuge of pretending that my
pen had run dry and I had to get another one from my bag.  After
that, the room was empty except for Mr. Locke and me.  I went
over and stood in front of his desk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Locke." I said, holding my notebook and pen.  "My
pen ran out.  Would you give me those page numbers again?"

Mr. Locke nodded obligingly and opened the folder on his desk and
started to read the assignments.  I put my spiral notebook on his
desk and bent over to write down the numbers as he read them.  As
soon as my pen touched the pad, he stopped reading.  I looked at
his face without moving my head or straightening up.  He was
staring directly at my breasts as they hung down almost to the
top of the desk..  The scoop neck of my top showed a good bit of
my cleavage, especially from this angle.  It must have been very
distracting for him.  I almost interrupted his reverie, but I
didn't want to embarrass him any more than I already had.

Instead, I bent over just far enough to let my nipples brush
against the top of the desk.  Almost instantly, they began to
stiffen and the areolas to crinkle with the stimulus.  Mr. Locke
swallowed hugely, but remained transfixed by my display.

I drew slow circles on the desk with my twin pointers.  Mr.
Locke's eyes followed every movement.  Not wanting to interrupt
his fun, I read the rest of the page numbers off his list upside
down and wrote them down in my notebook.  Even when I had the
assignment copied, Mr. Locke did not take his eyes off my
breasts.  I had never seen someone so mesmerized.

I should have left then, but my devilish streak resurfaced. 
Instead of straightening up, I bent over and started to slide
down onto my knees in front of the desk.  I let the edge run
against my stomach until it was just below my rib cage and my
breasts were practically lying on the desk in front of Mr. Locke.
 I pushed hard against the edge to force my breasts as far out
onto the desk as I could.  I didn't need to see it to know that
he had an erection.  Having him stare at me like that got me hot
and this time I let my nipples get as stiff and as hard as they
wanted.  My areola went past the crinkle stage and puffed up as
though they were trying to push through my top.

Seeing my breasts stretched out on the desk really emphasized
their large size.  Even I was impressed to see them like that,
isolated from the rest of me.  I had an impulse to pull off my
top and to lay them naked before him.  The idea brought back the
memory of my breasts at the start of the treatment, stretched
across the weight bench support, exhibited for viewing by anyone
who came into the room.  The memory made my nipples feel tingly
and warm.

Mr. Locke was clearly appreciating the display, but it was time
for lunch and I had an appointment at lunch that I did not want
to miss.  I tried to think of some gentle way to break his
reverie.

"Is it hard?" I asked, in a soft tone of voice.

"Hmmm?  What?" he said, still oblivious.  "OH!  I'm sorry. 
Please forgive me, Miss Kramer.  I don't know what happened to
me." He pushed back from the desk as though he was about to stand
up, but he remembered his predicament just in time and stopped.

"This week's quiz," I said.  "Is it hard?"

He blushed and smiled, looking me right in the eyes.  "No more so
than the others," he said.

"Mr. Locke?"  I said.

"Yes, Miss Kramer?"

"It's OK.  Really.  If I didn't want them admired, I wouldn't be
showing them off.  You can look all you want."

"Thank you, Miss Kramer.  They are...lovely."

I stood up and folded my arms under my breasts.  I shoved the
notebook up under them to make them jiggle for him.  

"Thank you, Mr. Locke.  It's nice to be appreciated."  I put the
notebook in my bag and ran off to meet my friends.  Mr. Locke
stayed behind, waiting until he was again fit to be seen by the
students.



Successfully turning my Social Studies teacher into a drooling
zombie gave me a lift.  I had discovered that having a great body
was a wonderful thing, but having people admire it was even
better.  I decided to make at least one day out of the week 'show
off' day.  I would wear normal, conservative school clothes four
days a week, but on one day, I would wear one of Mr. Morton's
outfits.  Something sexy and risqu; and maybe a little revealing.
 It sounded like a good way to break up the routine.  I also
started thinking of other, more daring, ways that I could show
off, something like my performance in Bambi's car for the
construction crew.

Janice and Jolene were waiting for me when I got to the dining
hall.  I wasn't at all surprised to see Sara Henderson with them.
 They had even been through the serving line already and had got
a tray for me.  When I sat down in the place they had saved for
me, Sara unscrewed her thermos and poured some of her mother's
chicken soup into the red cup.

As she sipped at the hot liquid, Janice asked, "Did you rinse
that out?"

Sara smiled and swallowed, "Of course not.  I didn't need to
after Jolene licked it clean."

Jolene blushed and the rest of us giggled as we remembered Jolene
asking Bud for more cum.  It was one of the sweetest and funniest
moments I had ever seen.

"Don't pick on Jolene, now," I admonished Sara.  "She probably
thought he could turn it on and off like a tap."

"More like a fire hose," Sara said.  "That gorgeous boy usually
comes by the bucketful. You must have sapped him before he got
here."

"I did.  I admit it.  And it was wonderful."  I wanted to tell
them that I was still carrying his sperm inside me, but I decided
to keep that to myself.

Sara noticed that the rest of us were bolting our food.  She
asked, "Is this some kind of race?  You'd think you three hadn't
eaten for a week."

Janice looked at me to see if I objected to having Sara know
about our plans.  I nodded.  Around a mouthful of rubbery chicken
she said, "We're going to go have a little fun on our lunch hour.
 Sam showed us something that really makes your day."

Jolene piped up, "But you have to go someplace where your screams
can't be heard."  She giggled as she ate a spoonful of lukewarm
canned corn.

"Aha!" Sara said, grasping the situation immediately.  "This
wouldn't be the BumbleBee, would it?"

"You know about it?" Jolene asked.

"Sure," Sara said.  Before she could explain further, I jerked my
head at her and she became vague.  "I'm happy to say I have been
BumbleBee'd.  It was fantastic!  I've never cum so hard in my
life."

"Would you like to join us for a nooner?" I asked Sara.  "Four of
us would make things more...balanced.  And I'm sure Janice and
Jolene would love to have you." I giggled at my play on words,
but all I got in response was a groan from Sara.

"Where do you go?" Sara asked.

"To the restroom downstairs next to the storage room." Janice
said.

"Eeew!" Sara exclaimed.  "Isn't that nasty down there?"

"Do you know someplace better?" I asked.  "A king-size bed with
lots of pillows would be nice."

"As a matter of fact, I do," Sara said.  "There is a storage
closet for wrestling mats over in the gym.  No pillows, but it's
got a big stack of mats in it."

"That sounds great," Jolene said.

"Can we get in?" Janice asked.

"Sure," Sara said.  "They keep the door locked on the gym side,
but there is another door that we can get in.  No one will be in
the building during lunch, so we can make all the noise we
want."

"Sounds great!" I said.  Janice and Jolene nodded their assent to
the change as they gulped the last of their lunch.

We left the dining hall by the side door so no one would see us
going down the hall toward the gym.  Sara led the way down a
breezeway between two buildings and around the corner of the old
classroom building into the covered walkway.  As the school had
grown, they had built new buildings right next to old ones and in
places where open space was originally supposed to be.  That and
the overgrown hedges along the walks made it possible to avoid
being seen as we made our way into the gym.

We quickly arrived in the main entrance, where, empty or not, we
tiptoed past the doors to the big main room.  Sara waved us down
the stairs into the basement and we followed, single-file.

It was in the basement hallway that we balked.  Sara turned left
into the boys' locker room and the rest of us didn't.

"What's wrong?" She said, sticker her head around the concrete
wall.

"Doh!  This is the Boys' Locker Room, Sara!" Janice said.

"Yeah, and it's the only way in." Sara said.  "Look, there's no
one here.  They're all in the dining hall and the next class
isn't for 45 minutes.  So c'mon."

Reluctantly, Janice and Jolene let themselves be dragged in.  I
expected a bigger argument from Jolene, but she was fearless as
long as she was in a group.

We walked through the rows of lockers with their smell of rank
sweat; past the restroom, with its unfamiliar fixtures; and past
the shower room, which was identical to the one in the girl's
locker room on the other side of the wall.  I noticed that there
was some damage to the tiles on the far wall.  I wondered if
there had been attempts to dig a peephole so the boys could watch
us in the showers.  I made a mental note to remember to check the
grout lines on the other side for gaps.

Past the showers there was a metal door with no lock or handle. 
Sara pushed it open it and we hustled through into a short
hallway with a set of stairs leading up to the main gym floor. 
The door swung shut behind us.

At the top of the stairs was another metal door.  This one was
locked, but Sara jimmied it easily with her library card. 
Inside, the room was full of a stack of wrestling mats with parts
of the circle painted on them.  Unlike the tumbling mats that
were in constant use, these were only taken out for official
matches.

The room was almost exactly the size of the stack of mats, so we
had to climb up onto the pile to get into the room.  There was no
light fixture, but a pale white light came in through a small
frosted tilt-out window near the ceiling on the outside wall. 
The window was open a few inches, so there was fresh air in the
room.  The gym-side wall had a wide double-door, with a security
bar and a big lock, but the door we had come through had only a
plain doorknob lock.  I couldn't imagine why someone had thought
it necessary to provide a rear entrance with a staircase to this
storage room, but I had seen enough half-done changes and make-do
add-on construction around the school that it was not that
unusual.

As the last one to climb in, I reached back and pulled the door
shut behind me, closing us in.

"This is neat!" Jolene said, rolling on the stack of mats.

"Told ya!" Sara said, pulling off her top and reaching around to
unhook her bra.

"How did you find this place?" I asked.  I kicked off my shoes
and stripped out of my clothes faster than anyone else.  Mostly
because I was wearing the least.  Kneeling, I helped Jolene out
of her bra and then helped her massage the impressions that the
underwired cups made in her skin.

"Lori dared me to go into the boy's locker room.  When I saw that
it wasn't much different from the girls' side I got curious and
started looking around.  I always thought this would be a great
place to sneak off to make out, but this is the first time I've
used it."

When we were all naked, there was a moment when we just all
looked at each other, unsure of how to get started.  When Janice
covered her breasts with her arm, I knew I had to take charge.

"One on one?  Or everybody on one?" I asked.

"Oooo, everybody!" Sara said.  "Me first, me first!"

"OK, lie down in the middle and try to relax," I told her.

Sara lay back on the mat with her knees up and her arms over her
head.  I bent over and kissed her and started to stroke her
sides.  Jolene started kissing her breasts and Janice worked on
her stomach while stroking her legs.  With three of us all over
her, she was hot and squirming in no time at all.  Janice kissed
and licked her pussy-lips, but avoided her clit, leaving it to
ripen on its own.

"Now!" Sara moaned.  "Do me now!  Please!  I'm so hot!  I've got
to cum!"  She arched her back and pushed her pussy up into
Janice's face.  Her stiff clit was standing up in its fold of
skin like a rosebud about to open.

Janice and I switched places and I did my best to imitate Bambi's
BumbleBee technique on Sara.  This time I traded speed for force
and just softly flicked the tip of her clit as my tongue buzzed
across it.

The effect on Sara was everything I could have wanted.  She
clutched at the mat and tensed as the first wave of her climax
hit her.  I kept flicking, trying to keep a constant speed.  The
idea was to be relentless and let climax pile on climax until you
totally overloaded her system from sheer pleasure.

Sara proved to be an excellent subject.  Spread-eagled on the
mat, her abdomen convulsed as her pussy spasmed wildly.  She
threw her head back and opened her mouth wide, sucking in all the
air she could.  During the brief moment between inhale and
scream, Jolene clamped her hand over Sara's mouth, muffling the
scream and saving our ears in the concrete-walled room.

Sara still had the better part of a lung-full of air to go when
she passed out.  It came out as a loud sigh as she slumped on the
mat, totally buzzed-out.

I sat up between Sara's legs and said, "OK, me next.  Otherwise
there won't be anyone left when it's my turn."

"You should have gone first," Jolene said.

"That's all right," I reassured her.  "I think she needed it
pretty badly.  Let's roll her over into the corner so I can lie
down."

We left limp Sara moaning softly to herself in the corner, her
back just a few inches from the rough wall so she could watch the
rest of the fun when she was able to focus again. Then I lay down
and let Janice and Jolene have their way with me.  Predictably,
they each went for a breast like happy little babies, their
mouths glued to my flesh as they satisfied their oral cravings.

This was the perfect inauguration for my enlarged areolas and
bigger nipples.  Neither girl had said anything about the changes
I had made, but it was clear from their actions that they
appreciated the upgrades.  Both seemed intent on sucking all the
puffy pink tissue into their mouths and the sensation was every
bit as intense as if I had two clits and they were both being
sucked.  Janice had her hand between my legs, rubbing my juices
into my labia, her thumb caressing my clit in little circles.  As
good as that felt, it was nothing compared to the feelings I was
getting from their hot mouths on my nipples.

I reached the verge of climax even faster than Sara.  Even though
I tried to hold back and enjoy the demands that the two girl's
mouths and hands were making on my breasts, I quickly succumbed
to the fantastic sensations and let my body respond on its own.

The feeling of letting-go in a situation like that is incredibly
seductive.  I wanted nothing but to be an object, a vessel to be
filled with pleasure until I overflowed.  I surrendered to the
feeling and let myself slip beneath the waves of ecstasy to float
in the currents and eddies of a boiling hot sea.

Almost as soon as I gave myself up, my breasts began to respond
to the insistent sucking and my milk started to flow.  When I
felt the hot streams spew from my breasts, I climaxed.  As my
breasts erupted with cream, I felt my orgasm erupt all through me
and white-hot streams of pleasure flowed all over my body.

Janice and Jolene did not stop sucking as my milk suddenly
spurted into their mouths.  Instead, they seemed to redouble
their efforts and I even heard and felt Jolene moan with pleasure
as she swallowed a mouthful.  They seemed to accept the milk as
their reward for successfully servicing me and they continued to
suckle greedily as my climax burned its way toward its apex.

At the point where I thought I would slip back into a glorious
afterglow, the continued stimulation of my breasts set off
another orgasm.  This time, it seemed bigger and stronger and
better than before.

"Oh Yes!" I cried out.  "Suck them!  Suck them hard!  Suck them
dry!"  Nearly delirious from cumming a second time so quickly, I
grabbed my breasts and started squeezing them to force more milk
into the mouths of my lovers.  As a boy ejaculates cum into a
girl's pussy, it seemed that my breasts were ejaculating milk
into their mouths.

Janice stuffed two fingers into my sopping pussy and started to
fuck me hard and fast.  As if by reflex, my legs spread apart to
let her get as deep as she could.  I could feel her hand slapping
against my clit with every stroke and each slap sent a shockwave
through me.  I rocked my hips and thrust my pelvis into her palm,
increasing the impact.

Just as the focus seemed to shift from my breasts to my clit,
Jolene scraped her teeth over the nipple she had sucked
completely into her mouth.  The shot of pleasure sparked a third
orgasm just at the peak of the other two and I rolled my eyes
back in their sockets and passed out.

When I climbed back to consciousness, I could still feel
someone's mouth suckling my nipples and licking the rivulets of
milk from my breasts.  I opened my eyes to see Sara bent over me,
having dessert at my expense.

"Am I still better than ice cream?" I asked.

"You sure are!" she said, and turned her attention back to my
breasts.  With all the attention they had gotten, they felt
fantastic.  Every lick, every suck was almost a mini-climax.

I looked around to see where Janice and Jolene had gone.  I
didn't have to look far.  They were on my other side, locked in
the 69 position, licking each other's pussy.  They were so
wrapped up in each other that I decided not to disturb them.

I sat up with my legs crossed and Sara put her head in my lap.  I
bent over slightly to put a breast at her disposal and she
latched on, closed her eyes and began to nurse.  I cradled her
head in my hands to make her more comfortable and she sighed
contentedly.

I sat there glowing with pleasure and fulfillment and watched
Janice and Jolene make love.  I hadn't thought much about sex as
a performance art, but it seemed to me that there could be few
sights as beautiful as the one before me.  Janice's cousin
Shirlene would be very proud of her if she could see this.  Sex
is a beautiful thing in general, but the two sleek bodies of my
friends intertwined in that symmetrical embrace struck me as
something that should be preserved for posterity.  I felt honored
to be a witness to such beauty.

I was so entranced by the scene that I did not pay close
attention when Sara stopped nursing and got up.  Jolene and
Janice had just brought each other to a mutual climax and I was
tempted to stand and applaud.  I saw Sara out of the corner of my
eye, moving around the edge of the mat collecting our clothes.  I
watched Janice and Jolene collapse into a tangle of naked flesh
as their orgasms spun down.  I saw Sara stand on tiptoe and reach
up to the open window and push the bundle of our clothes
through.

"What did you just do?" I cried, my voice full of shock and
dismay.  Janice and Jolene rolled apart to look at Sara.  They
hadn't seen what I had.

"What?" Janice said, groggily.  "What's going on?"

"Sara just threw all our clothes out the window," I said,
dumfounded.

Jolene looked around in disbelief, expecting to see her clothes
where she left them.  When she had looked all around the tiny
room, she looked at Sara with a look that should have turned the
poor girl to stone.

"Hey, it'll be fun," Sara explained.  "We just have to go down
the stairs and back through the locker room and around to the
other side.  There's a side door that opens between the gym and
the back of the garage.  We can go out there and get our
clothes."  She looked at us with a devilish smile that I
recognized.  Last time, I had been the one wearing it.

"But we'll be NAKED!" Janice exclaimed.  "You even threw our
shoes out there, you ditz!"

Jolene's face seemed to alternate between stark terror and erotic
fascination.  I could understand, since I was feeling exactly the
same way.  This was really scary and really hot at the same
time.

"If we're quick, we can make it," I said, hopefully.  "And we
really don't have a choice, do we?"

"Nope," Sara said.  "And we have at least..." She looked at her
wristwatch to see how long was left in the lunch hour.  Before
she could give us the bad news, we heard the bell ringing in the
gym.  We had ten minutes to get our clothes, dress and get to
class.

"We'll never make it," Sara said.

"Not if we sit here like bumps on a log," Jolene said, jumping
unsteadily to her feet and lurching for the door.  She turned the
knob, pushed it open, and four nudists went scrambling down the
stairs, our skin prickling and our nipples hardening as we
realized what we were about to do.

At the bottom of the stairs, Jolene grabbed the handle and was
about to fling the door open and race through when she remembered
that the room on the other side was the Boys' Locker Room and she
was about to walk into it buck-naked.  She froze and her eyes
went wide with terror.

I skidded to a barefoot stop and almost ran into her.  Sara did
run into me.  Janice brought up the rear.

Sara took one look at Jolene and saw what the problem was.  She
put her arms around Jolene's waist and hugged her.  She slid her
right hand down to Jolene's pussy and curled her fingers around
to slide them between her swollen lips.  Jolene moaned and her
eyes closed briefly as Sara's fingers slid inside her.

"She's not that scared," Sara said, pulling her had out and
holding up her slick fingers for the rest of us to see.  "She's
soaking wet. This is turning her on something fierce."

Jolene tried to give Sara another withering look, but she was
fighting a smile while doing it, so it wasn't very convincing or
effective.  She pulled the door open smoothly and we padded
through into the sanctum of the enemy.  The concrete floor was
chilly under my feet and my heartbeat seemed loud enough to be
heard for a mile or more.  In my case, like Jolene's, it wasn't
so much fear as excitement.  The idea of being discovered naked
in the boy's locker room, especially by a group of naked or
half-naked boys, was making my pussy wet, too.  In fact, I was so
turned on by what we were doing that juice was running down the
inside of my thighs.  If they don't see us or hear us, I thought,
they should certainly be able to smell all the hot pussy-juice.

"What's that sound?" Janice asked in a whisper.  There was a
hissing noise echoing through the room that wasn't there before.

"It's the shower," Sara said.  "Someone is taking a shower."

As we crept cautiously up to the shower room entrance, it was
very hard to keep my hands off my body.  My nipples were so hard
they hurt, and it felt like my areolas had crinkled up so tight
that they must have been standing out two inches from the ends of
my boobs.  I knew Janice was in the same condition, because when
I stopped short, she bumped into me and it felt like I had been
poked in the back by a pitchfork.

Sticking our heads around the tiled corner, we peered into the
cloud of steam filling the room.  There were three boys in there.
 Two naked boys with hot soapy water running down their bodies
and dripping off their cocks.

"Ummmm," Sara said.  It was clear she had a sudden urge to take a
nice hot shower.  I slapped her on her bare bottom to get her to
keep moving

We made it past the showers without being spotted and were
passing between the rows of metal lockers with their wire baskets
full of sweaty clothes, when we heard voices from the outside
corridor.  With several squeaks and some unnecessary pulling and
pushing, we turned around and ran back to the end of the row of
lockers and ducked around the end of a row to get out of sight. 
We all flattened ourselves against the row of hard metal baskets
with their combination padlocks poking into our bottoms and tried
to be as quiet as possible.

Peeking through the wire baskets and the metal bracing, I could
see two boys walk into the locker room.  They had on gym shorts
and cropped t-shirts and carried towels.  They looked like they
had been working out.  I realized that our assumption about the
gym being empty during lunch was wrong.  I remembered that
members of the wrestling team who were over the limit for their
weight-class were supposed to skip lunch and spend the time
working out in the gym and the weight room down the hall.

Fortunately, these two were in a hurry and stripped out of their
sweaty clothes and went straight to the shower.  On the way, they
walked right past the row of lockers we were hiding behind.  They
had almost passed us when there was a loud clink from where
Jolene stood.  She had turned around to watch the show and bumped
against one of the hanging locks, knocking it against the metal
shelf.  To my ears, it sounded as loud as the clang of a hammer
on an anvil.  The boys ignored it and walked on past us and into
the showers.

As soon as they were out of sight, we scurried around the row and
headed for the entrance as quickly as we could go.  As we
negotiated the privacy wall at the entrance, we again stopped and
peeked around the corner to see if there was anyone else coming.

No one was there, and we heard no more voices, so we ran for the
stairs.  We should have stopped to see if there was anyone in the
gym lobby, but we had momentum and we dashed up the stairs and
across the lobby and down the stairs on the other side without a
pause.

We ran down the hall past the entrance to the girls' locker room
as fast as we could go; hair, boobs, and elbows flying all over
as we went.  When we got to the side door that opened into the
gap between buildings where Sara had thrown our clothes, we
yanked it open and ran out into daylight, giggling with relief at
having made it to our goal without being seen.

As we reached the spot where the bundle of clothes should be, we
were brought up short by the appearance of a male figure stepping
out from behind one of the overgrown bushes lining the side of
the gym.

"Well, well.  Look at this!" He said.  "What are you?  The
Streaking Club?"

It was Steve Wojeski, the captain of the wrestling team and
arguably the biggest stud on campus.  He had on the same cropped
t-shirt and running shorts as the wrestlers we had passed in the
locker room, but Steve had something they didn't   he had our
clothes.  He also had a hard-on that was making a nice tent in
his nylon shorts.

"Please give us our clothes, Steve!" Sara pleaded.  She was
responsible for the situation, so she had elected herself
spokeswoman.

"Sure," he said, grinning an evil grin that said it wasn't going
to be quite that easy to get our clothes from him.  "But there's
a price to pay for running around here naked.  I've been
listening to all the noise you bunch have been making in the
storage room up there, and you've got me all horny and hard."  To
emphasize his condition, he rubbed his hard cock through his
shorts.  From the outline, it looked to be an impressive hunk of
meat.

As we all stared at Steve's bulge, he went on with the condition
for returning our clothes.  "Now, I need a quickie real bad, and
I want to know which one of you is going to lean up against this
wall and let me fuck you."

There was an immediate chorus in response, "Me!  Me! ME! ME!" 
The significance of the fourth "Me!" escaped me until later.

We all scrambled to assume the position against the brick wall of
the gym.  We faced the wall, our palms braced against the brick,
our legs spread, our little fannies bouncing in invitation, our
pussies open and begging for his cock.  We were all so hot that
if there had been a parade going by at the time, we still would
have begged to be fucked by Steve.

Steve was taken aback by our enthusiastic acceptance of his
terms.  I think he expected an argument at least, and probably a
negotiation down to a blowjob or maybe even a handjob.  Seeing
all four of us lined up, begging him to fuck us, was more than he
expected, but he wasted no time in looking this gift-horse in the
mouth.

Stepping out of his shorts, he went over and got into position
behind Sara and slid his cock into her.  She was as sopping wet
as the rest of us and his cock went right in all the way with
little resistance.  Steve gave her ten slow, deep strokes before
he pulled out and moved on to Janice.  If he did each of us in
order, I would be next and Jolene would be last.

It was at this point that I remembered that Steve was going to
get a surprise when he got to Jolene.  I looked over at her, she
was spread-eagled against the wall along with the rest of us,
eagerly waiting to get her dose of Steve's cock.  Her face was a
mask of lust and anticipation.  If she was concerned about giving
up her virginity to the studly Mr. Wojeski, she was not showing
it.

I looked back at Janice.  Her head was back and her mouth was
open as she enjoyed the probing of Steve's cock.  By the tenth
stroke, she was shaking with ecstasy.

Steve then moved on to me.  I went up on my toes to offer him my
burning hot pussy, but he still had to squat slightly to get into
position.  He stuck his cock between my legs and lifted it up and
pressed it against my clit as he pulled back, looking for my
hole.  I shuddered at the contact and yelped as the head of his
sizeable cock speared past my opening and slid deep into me.

I can't say if it was his equipment, his cocksmanship, or just
the fact that I was extremely excited and horny as hell; but
Steve had me cumming by the fifth slow stroke.  My pussy started
making love to his cock on its own, clutching and milking it for
his creamy seed.

He reacted to my orgasm by pushing as deep into me as he could
and by reaching around me with both hands to grab my breasts.  He
pushed into me so hard that my feet came off the ground, leaving
me suspended on his man-sized cock.  He gripped my breasts and
lifted me off the wall, holding me against him as he tried to
drive his big cock even deeper into my pussy.  I could feel the
coarse hair on his chest grinding against my back when he jerked
his hips, trying to spear me with his big dick.

Suddenly, Steve lowered me to the ground and pulled out, saying,
"I'm gonna cum!"  I would have been quite happy to have him cum
in me, and I was impressed that even in the throes of orgasm, he
was being a gentleman by pulling out before he came.

As soon as his cock was out of me, Jolene had it in her mouth,
sucking it like a fiend.

"Ah, God damn!" Steve exclaimed.  "Here it comes!"  He grabbed
the base of his cock and held it as it throbbed and spewed in
Jolene's mouth, making her cheeks bulge with his cum.  Even with
her mouth overflowing, she gamely kept on sucking, working it to
the last.

I don't know what she was doing to Steve, but his eyes bugged out
and he pulled his cock out of Jolene's face so fast that she lost
much of his cum.  It drooled out of her mouth, ran down her chin
and off onto her chest, coating her breasts.  Belatedly, she
swallowed what she had left and then started licking her lips.

Ever the gentleman, Steve took off his t-shirt and used it to mop
up the mess on Jolene.  He even helped her to her feet and handed
his shirt to her so she could continue the cleanup.

"Damn!" he croaked as he pulled on his shorts, "That was great! 
I wish we had more time."  

"You were all spectacular!"  He called, running off around the
corner to the locker room.

The rest of us scrambled into our clothes; zipping and buttoning
frantically if clumsily.  Then we ran back to the classroom
building, laughing giddily.  

On the way, Jolene clutched Steve's cum-stained shirt to her like
it was made of spun-gold, a radiant smile on her face.  For a
virgin, she was having a very active sex-life today.



I smiled all the way through Mrs. Elliott's English class.  Our
little adventure had been terrifically exciting and I was feeling
great for several reasons other than having had several fantastic
orgasms.  I felt even better when the bell rang and I was on my
way back to the gym for my class there.  I had just walked out of
the building when a voice called out to me.

"Hey, Sam!"

I turned to see Mr. Steve Wojeski standing next to the door with
some of his crew next to him.  I was extremely flattered to find
that he knew my name.  I walked over shyly to look up at him.  He
was big, and it was all hard muscle from weights and wrestling. 
Now that I knew that his muscles weren't the only rock-hard thing
about him, I was even more impressed.  The fact that he had
behaved like a gentleman, even while extorting sex from me, put
me very much at ease with him.

"Hi, Steve." I said, trying to think of how to start a
conversation with someone who has had his cock in you, but with
whom you've had no other type of conversation.  "I was just
heading back to the gym.  This time for a class."

He laughed politely at my lame excuse for humor.  His laugh was
deep and resonant.  I bit my lip as I edged closer to him.  He
was just so big and so...male.  I wanted to crawl up him, wrap
myself around his manly chest and bury my face in the mat of
curly hair.

He looked around at the people who had been standing beside him.
They took the hint and moved on, leaving us to have a private
chat.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier," he said,
sincerely.  "I was really out of line and I'm sorry."

I was flattered and astounded.  The captain of the wrestling team
was apologizing to me for making me cum with just a few strokes
of his hard cock.  Didn't he know that if he pulled it out of his
pants right there in the schoolyard and said, "suck it", I would
have been on my knees in a flash?  Heck, any girl in the whole
school would have.

"Don't apologize!" I said, a little too loudly.  "You may not
have been totally serious, but did you notice how quickly we all
lined up on the wall?  We were all begging for it and you did a
masterful job.  You know you made me very happy, and I think I
can say for sure that none of the other girls was, ah,
unsatisfied."

"Yes.  Well." he almost stammered.  "The other girls...."

"Sara, Janice, and Jolene." I said, helping him out.  "That's
from left to right.  Or the same order that you, I mean except I
was...."

"Thank you.  You were the only one whose name I knew.  That's
another reason I felt badly.  I usually at least know the names
of, ah, you know."

My smile ratcheted up a couple of notches and I felt like I was
floating.  Steve Wojeski knew who I was.

"Steve!  We loved it.  You were magnificent.  Formal
introductions can be arranged later.  Anyway, we all certainly
knew who you were."

"It's just that...Well, gee.  It's not everyday that I get to
fuck the most beautiful girl in the whole school.  I just feel
bad that it was so hit and run."

For a fleeting moment, I wondered who this beautiful girl was
that he was talking about, then I think my jaw must have actually
hit my chest, my mouth dropped open so fast.  It was me!  It was
I!  Mr. Superhunk Wojeski thought I was the most beautiful girl
in the school.  I'm sure my feet left the ground.

"Careful," he said, smiling at my astonishment.  "Flies will get
in."

I closed my mouth with a CLOP sound as my teeth slammed together.
 I tried vainly to think of what to say.  What can you say to
that?  All I could think of was that Jim and Bud had been telling
me the truth about guys thinking I was out of their league.  Here
was someone who could have his pick of any girl in town and he
had just told me that I was beautiful.  No, not just 'beautiful',
but 'most beautiful'.  What could I say to that?

"Ah, thanks!"  I was already cursing myself for being so lame,
but I just could not think of anything else to say.  "I'm sorry
that it was hit-and-run, too."

"Well, then maybe we can get better acquainted.  I know this is
short notice, but are you doing anything Friday night?"

"Oh!  Oh, I'm sorry, Steve.  I have plans for Friday."  I was
kicking myself already for turning him down, but Friday was
impossible.  Neeka and I would be taking the bike out for the
first time on Friday and I had promised Bud that we would spend
the night together and there was no way I was going to break that
date.

"Well, how about Saturday, then.  We could..."

"I'm sorry.  I have plans for Saturday too."  Damn!  I was
turning down the hottest guy I was ever likely to be lucky enough
to meet!  I had to do something to save the situation.  His face
had fallen and he wasn't looking me in the eyes anymore.  I
couldn't let it go like this.

"Steve.  I have an idea."  It was an interesting one, too.  He
perked right up to hear me offer an alternative, even if he
didn't know what it was.   It meant I wasn't turning him down,
that I was willing to work with him to try to get together.

"You work out during lunch, don't you?"

"Yeah.  I was on my way to the weight room when I heard you and
the others through the window.  I stopped to listen and got hit
with the clothes when they came flying out.  You can't imagine
how hot it made me to know that I was about to meet four
stark-naked girls."

"Almost as hot as we were to meet you.  But listen, there's no
rule against girls in the weight room, is there?"

"No.  No rule.  It's just not someplace girls ever go."

"How about if I come with you while you work out?  We could talk
and get to know each other.  I could spot for you."  

I really should have quit when I was ahead.  Steve looked down at
little me from his 6' 4" elevation and laughed loudly at the
notion that I could spot for him.  I politely laughed, too.  But
at the same time, I was thinking of ways to make him pay for
laughing.  He was a major-league, really gorgeous hunk, and I
wanted to date him so badly that I would have put up with lots of
bad behavior from him, but laughing at my size was a step over
the line.  

I blinked, and in the space of that eyeblink, the way I looked at
Steve changed.  I looked at him not with adoring eyes, but with
the eyes of an adversary, an equal, a competitor.  Through those
eyes he looked less like someone to gush over, and more like
someone I wouldn't mind hanging out with.  It was weird.  I
started wondering how I could get him on a wrestling mat so I
could whip his ass and then fuck him silly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then." I said, not even letting him
answer my question.  "In the gym."  I was going to challenge him
on his own turf and I was looking forward to it.

"OK," he said, hesitantly.  He knew something had just happened,
but he wasn't sure what it was.  The tone of deference in my
voice had gone and it was replaced by something he was more used
to hearing from his guy friends.

I skipped off to the gym with a light heart and a firm set to my
jaw.  Steve and I were going to have fun.  I thought maybe I was
going to have more fun than Steve, but he didn't know it yet.



I also had a lot of fun during gym class that day.  After we
dressed-out, Coach Simpson took us for a jog down to the practice
football field and put us through some calisthenics before
running us around the field a couple of times.

What made it fun was that in a crowd of girls who were all
focused on their own exercises, I was able to get a better
workout than usual.  Instead of the girl-style of push-ups, I
raised my knees slightly off the ground to make it harder. 
Instead of two-legged squats, I cheated and only used one leg, or
I pushed off with my arms.

I may have been too enthusiastic about it, because I saw Coach
Simpson eyeing me a couple of times.  I was afraid she was going
to say something, and I was right.  When she sent everyone out
for the laps around the field, she called to me.

"Samantha!  Can I have a word with you, please?"

I trotted over, unhappy to be singled-out like this.  "Yes,
Coach?" I said.

"Samantha, I understand you dropped out of cheerleading.  Can you
tell me why?"

As I opened my mouth, I realized that she wasn't going to accept
the 'my breasts are too tender' BS I had handed the squad when I
quit.  She had just seen me bouncing around without a problem,
doing some pretty energetic stuff.

"Coach.  Can I level with you?"  It was clear she wanted me to do
exactly that.

She nodded, "Sure."

"Have you ever been in a situation where you felt helpless? 
Where you felt that things were out of your control?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Sam."

"I'm trading cheerleading for martial arts, Coach.  I want to
learn how to defend myself.  Especially now that I'm more of a
target for...people who might not take a firm "No!" and an upheld
hand as meaning 'stop'.  You know what I mean?"

"Yes, Sam.  I think I do.  And I want you to know that I think
it's a great idea.  A woman needs to know how to defend herself.
To stand on her own feet and not depend on a man to protect her.
Especially one as little and as...pretty as you."

Today seemed to be my day for compliments.  First Steve and now
Coach.  I wasn't sure exactly how Coach had meant that comment,
but I wasn't about to shrug it off.  I stepped closer to her and
said, "Thank you, Coach.  What a nice thing to say!  Do you
really think I'm pretty?"

I watched her eyes to see which part of me she found the
prettiest.  The answer was obvious.  She caught herself staring
at my chest and she looked away quickly.

"You are beautiful, Sam.  Don't ever let anyone tell you
different."  She sounded just like Mrs. Reynolds.  For a second,
I thought she was going to touch me, but she changed her mind. 
I'm sure she was thinking about the rules of conduct between
students and teachers and how appearances must be maintained.  

I was bound by no such rules.  I stepped close and gave her a
hug, mashing my breasts into her and laying my head briefly on
her shoulder.  She flinched, but did not push me away.  To save
her any embarrassment, I let go after a couple of heartbeats.

The look she gave me spoke volumes that would never be printed or
said.  I had a fleeting idea of trying to get her to shower with
the rest of us, but I knew she would never relax enough to
consider doing something like that.

She started jogging after the class as they headed off the field
toward the gym.  I turned the other way to start my two laps
before going in myself.

"It's OK, Sam!" she called to me, "Just go on in!"

"Thanks, Coach!" I called back, "But I need the work.  Gotta stay
strong!"

As I rounded the far end of the field, I saw her go out the gate
and out of sight.  When I was sure no one was around to see me, I
turned on the speed and practiced keeping my feet on the ground.
My previous gait was too bouncy for decent speed.  I tended to
sail when I got going too fast.  I could travel like a kangaroo,
in long low hops, but that wasn't too controllable.  I didn't
want to be in mid-hop when a car came around a corner and smacked
me like a bug.

When I had got into a low stride with plenty of leg-flex and no
bounce, I started working on raw speed.  I found I could get
going pretty good on straight stretches, but turning was hard. 
At any good speed, I simply wasn't heavy enough to make sharp
turns without sliding all over.

I stopped for a moment and thought about corners.  Dad was a race
fan and I had seen many races on TV, so I thought I knew
something about speed.  Some race cars couldn't corner worth a
damn either.  They needed a high-banked track to keep from
sliding off.  Some faster cars had big wings to hold them to the
road.  That wasn't an option for me.  Some small cars seemed to
corner well, but their drivers slowed way down to do it and then
accelerated away in the straights.

I made another lap, this time slowing and leaning in the corners
and accelerating on the straightaways.  It was maddening to be
slowing down all the time, when what I wanted was speed, but I
found I could make much better speed overall with this technique.
 It was really exhilarating to be able to run fast down the
length of the field.

On what I decided was to be the last lap, I got going really fast
and before I knew it, I was running out of field.  I had let my
enthusiasm carry me away again and I knew I was going to hit
something...and hard.  With seconds to go before I smacked into
the fence I picked up my feet and flexed my legs.  When I hit the
ground, I kicked off as hard as I could and went sailing right
over the ten foot tall fence surrounding the practice field.

As I crossed the fence with several feet to spare I had a
premonition that I had jumped out of the frying pan and into the
fire.  When I could predict where I would land, I saw that my
jump was going to carry me into the small parking lot behind the
gym and right into the side of the parked activity bus.

Desperately, I flung out my arms and legs to increase the air
resistance on my hurtling form and make me land beside the bus. 
It looked like it was going to work, but I would still be
carrying enough speed to make it impossible to stop before I
crashed into it.  I could spread-eagle on the ground and try
slide under, but that would mean a nasty road-rash.  I decided to
try to rebound over it.

When my feet hit on the asphalt, I kicked sharply again and flew
right up in the air and over the bus.  My arc this time was much
more vertical and I came down only fifteen feet on the other side
of the bus.  I did a mid-air flip and came down in a perfect
three-point landing from which I walked away casually, trying not
to attract attention.

As casual as I tried to appear, I was anything but on the inside.
 I had built up enough adrenalin to make me want to scream.  Like
the football players said going into a game, I was 'stoked'.  As
soon as I got around the far side of the gym, I started skipping.
 I hadn't done that in years.  I felt like I was six again.

When I got to the door that we had come out of looking for our
clothes, I grabbed the handle and yanked it open.  Too late, I
heard the screech of metal that told me the door had been locked.
 It was a firedoor that opened easily from the inside but was
locked from outside.  I had ripped the lock apart.  I stepped
inside and pulled the door shut.  I would just have to hope
nobody noticed the damage and connected it with me.

Adrenalin, I remembered, augmented normal strength by a
significant percentage.  Apparently it augmented mine
proportionally.  I had called on my adrenalin when I made Mr.
Morton's souvenir for him.  Now I had seen the destruction I
could cause if I wasn't careful.

I slipped down the hall and arrived in the locker room just as
the showers started going on.  Even with all the running, I
hadn't broken a serious sweat, but I was sort of dewy, so I
stripped out of my gym clothes and grabbed my soap.

When I got to the shower room it was crowded.  As I peered into
the cloud of steam, I saw three girls waving at me to join them.
I went to the one in the back.  Her name was Dina and she was in
my Algebra class.  She seemed to be one of the smarter students
and we had been competing for Miss Connor's attention with our
questions.

"Hi, Dina!" I said.  "You want to be first?"

In answer she held up a soapy washcloth.  "No, you first," she
said, and I turned around and let her start on my back while I
soaped my cloth.

She had a nice touch.  I hadn't noticed, but the muscles in my
calves and shoulders were pretty bunched up.  She got the tension
worked out while getting me clean.  The sensual side of
cleanliness seemed to be catching on.  As Dina did my back, I
looked around and saw several other pairs of girls engaged in
mutual washing.  Apparently I had started a fad.

With other people doing it, it seemed a much more natural thing
and I didn't get as turned on as I had before.  It was still a
lot of fun, though and Dina seemed to be enjoying it.

When it was her turn to be washed, Dina became skittish.  I tried
to be gentle, but she still squeaked when I touched her in
sensitive places.  When I washed between her legs, she got shaky
and started to go weak at the knees.  I pushed her up against the
tile wall and washed her there again.  Her eyelids fluttered and
her toes curled and I knew she had had a little orgasm.  Poor
girl needed to masturbate more.

While I waited for Dina to recover, I checked the wall for
peepholes.  Either there weren't any or there was too much steam
for me to be able to see them.  Too bad, I thought.  I looked
around at the girls in the shower with me and tried to see it
from a boy's point of view.  I realized that if I could tape us
taking a shower, I could make a fortune selling it on the
Internet.  I reflected that maybe I should get in touch with
Shirlene after all.  I was looking forward to seeing one of her
films on Saturday.



I met Neeka at her car shortly after the last class.  As we drove
over to River Street and our first Kung Fu class, we talked about
my adventure of the day.

"I can't believe that Sara just threw all your clothes out the
window like that." She said.  "What was she thinking?"

"She was looking for something exciting and kinky to do." I said.
 "I should have seen it coming when she told us about her sister
daring her to do stuff.  It looks like the Hendersons have made
this sort of thing a hobby."

Neeka was quiet for a while.  I didn't need to be able to read
her mind to know that she was thinking about what we had done and
wished that she had been there to participate.

"You're right." She said with a grin.  "I wish I had been there.
The four of you, lined up like captured fugitives, begging for
Steve Wojeski's cock   that just makes me so hot!"

"We were so excited by the time he came along that if he hadn't
suggested it, one of us surely would have.  Have you ever done
anything like that?"

"Put myself in a situation where I might be caught naked?  I
guess.  I think that's a common enough fantasy that everyone has
done something like it at some time or other.  I've done some
fairly safe stuff   sunbathing in the back yard.  Getting naked
in a guy's car.  I've even posted some pictures of myself on the
Net.  But I never put myself in a position where I was so totally
committed like that.  I mean, anything could have happened!"

"And did!" I said.  "I got fucked by the biggest stud at school.
And he wants to date me!"

"Yeah, and you want to kick his butt.  He shouldn't have laughed
at you like that."

"Well, it's just that he had been such a gentleman up to that
point. I was...I am...I do like the guy.  A lot, actually.  It
takes a lot of class to basically rape you and then apologize for
not taking more time.  But I can still hear him laughing at the
idea that I might be his equal."

"Must be grating to know that you are really his superior."

"I try not to think of it like that.  He didn't...couldn't know.
It was just that automatic assumption of superiority -  grrrrr!"

"Easy there, tiger!  Down girl!"

I took several deep breaths and tried to calm down.  I didn't
want to walk into class with a load of adrenalin going.  Someone
might get hurt.

"So you plan to whip his ass." Neeka said.  "That'll teach him."

I thought about that for a bit.  She was right.  Satisfaction
would feel good for a short time.  But it would ruin any
relationship I might have had with Steve.  The worst part was he
wouldn't learn anything from it except that I could beat him.  He
would know I was special and he might hate me for humiliating
him.  I could be making an enemy and giving him a weapon to use
against me, all in one ill-considered act.

"The Sword of Justice has two edges." Neeka said.

"You're practicing your Chinese philosophy.  But you're right.  I
have to be very, very careful using my abilities in social
situations.  As much as I want to pin Steve to the mat and show
him who the weaker sex really is, I see that that's not the right
way to handle this."

"So what are you going to do?"  She asked.  It was rhetorical. 
She would know what I was going to do as soon as I made up my
mind to do it.

We were just passing a health-food store when Neeka pulled over
and parked.  I was out of the car and walking into the store when
I realized that she had just reacted to a decision I had made in
real-time.  No discussion.  No clarification.  Just my thought
and her action.  I bought several energy bars in a variety of
flavors and went back to the car.  Having a mind-reading
chauffeur was certainly going to have some tactical advantages. 
I still wasn't looking forward to her doing it on that bike,
though.  The only thing going through my mind then would most
likely be "Slow Down!"

Master Li taught classes in an old mattress factory on River
Street that looked like it might be the oldest building in town.
It was a big brick place with incredibly high ceilings and thick
wood floors that had been patched and sanded, but not stained or
waxed.  The acoustics were terrible.  Sounds echoed all over.

Li was a Chinese man of indeterminate age who was immediately
impressive because he made no superfluous movements.  He had no
tics or twitches.  He did not cough or sneeze.  He neither
scratched nor rubbed.  I watched him for several minutes before I
could even be sure that he blinked.  During those times when he
was not moving with a purpose, she stood as still as a statue. 
When he did move, it was with such grace and economy that he
always seemed to be dancing.  I had never met anyone who had such
complete control over himself.

Neeka and I were part of a class of ten students.  The others
were a mix of bored housewives looking for a way to fill their
afternoons, college students who had got interested in Kung Fu
from the movies, and a couple of retired men who were looking for
a fun way to keep fit and flexible in their later years.  To
these last two, Master Li suggested that they switch to a Tai Chi
class as more appropriate for their needs.

When he asked me what I wanted to get out of the class, I said
simply, "Control."  He looked at me intently for a beat and then
moved on to Neeka, who said, "I need to keep up with her," and
hooked a finger at me.

Even though he reacted the same way to each of our responses, I
got the impression that Neeka and I had intrigued him.  Maybe
that was just wishful thinking, because Li was the kind of person
who was so impressive that you just felt compelled to try to
impress him back.  I thought that capacity to motivate probably
made him a better teacher.

Li explained a bit about the history of Kung Fu in general and
the origin of Jeet Kune Do specifically.  Most of this I already
knew from having researched it after Bambi had signed us up for
the class.  He told us that it was an eight-week course, after
which we would be invited to progress to an intermediate course
if he felt we had met the goals of the basic course.  He
explained that there was no passing or failing, that we could
retake the basic course as much as we liked until we qualified to
move on to the next level.  He did not mention an advanced
course.  I assumed that that was one of those 'if you have to
ask...' kind of things.

He told us that we would be doing a lot of stretching and
flexibility exercises, followed by strength training and fighting
techniques.  To illustrate the kind of flexibility that could be
achieved, he held his hand above his head with his arm straight
up and swung his leg up and kicked the palm of his hand.

I knew I might regret it, but I immediately tried to imitate him,
I was successful, too; except I hit my fingers instead of my palm
and I darn near dislocated the ring finger on my right hand.  I
then had to stand there pulling my finger while Master Li looked
at me with his usual no-expression-at-all look.

When I had shaken off the pain, he went on to demonstrate some of
the stretching exercises and invited us to follow along.  Once he
was sure we understood the proper form of each, even if we could
not yet achieve it, he moved on to the next.  We did a variety of
back and side bends, leg stretches, and rotations; most of which
I could execute with only small deviations from the correct form.
 He went into great detail on the proper form for standing, which
at first seemed to me to be pointless.  He explained that it was
intended as an aid to achieving relaxed, meditative awareness. 
It forced you to be aware of your posture and your balance, a
good starting point for executing any offensive or defensive
fighting moves.

We practiced some of the easier stretching exercises on our own
for a while, then Master Li showed us the strength training
drills.  I was pleased to find that these were mostly punches and
kicks repeated a number of times with increasing levels of
intensity.  This was the sort of thing I had come for, and I was
glad to see that it was something we would be doing immediately.

At the end of the class, he let us work individually on what he
had shown us, while he circulated and offered correction and
suggestions for improvement.  Neeka and I took the opportunity to
retreat to an open spot and try some of the punches and strikes
as we sparred with each other.

As usual, any punch I tried missed by a wide margin because Neeka
was always prepared for whatever I was going to do.  It was
basically just shadow-boxing, except she would also counter-punch
and attack and I had to dodge or block as well.  Every few
seconds, she would tag me and I would try harder to get her back.
 After a few pokes, I tried to break through her defense with raw
speed - punching, kicking and swinging in a flurry of hands and
feet.  At first, I thought it might work.  I had an advantage
over her in speed and strength, but the first time I got wild and
tried a high swinging kick, she grabbed hold of my ankle and
twisted.  I had to go with the flow or risk a pulled muscle.  The
muscle pull would only hurt for a few seconds, until I could heal
it, but that would be cheating.  I let her pull me off balance
and twisted in the air and landed on my hands, with my nose to
the floor.

As I raised my head, I saw Master Li standing next to me.  At
first I thought he was going to offer me a hand to help me get
up, but he didn't move.  Frustrated, I pushed off hard with my
hands and stood up in a rush, facing him.  He looked at us with
what I was beginning to think of as his professionally
inscrutable expression and then he nodded before he moved on to
another student.  It was the most expressive thing I had seen him
do all afternoon.

At the end of the class, Master Li called us all together to
remind us to practice what we had learned at least three times a
week and to let him know if we decided not to continue with the
classes.  As we were leaving he approached us.

"Miss Kramer?  Miss Morgan?  May I speak with you a moment,
please?"

"Yes, sir?" I said.  I had heard others address him as 'Master'
but I wasn't comfortable with that form of address.  An ego
thing, I supposed.

He led us to an area he had not shown the class.  It was equipped
with a lot of wooden boards, barrels, and one weird-looking
contraption with big wooden pegs sticking out of it.  He took a
stout plank with rope wrapped around one end and set it on end
between two wooden braces.  He slapped the rope padding with his
hand and said, "Hit this please.  However you like."

I walked over and stood about five feet from the board.  I
stretched out my right leg to get the range and then I tried to
execute a front kick according to the form he showed us.  My heel
smacked into the rope and the board flexed and rebounded.  I
turned to get Li's reaction.

"No," he said.  "Don't worry about form.  I want you to hit it as
hard as you can.  Don't hold back."

I looked at Neeka to get her input.  She shrugged and nodded.  I
nodded back.  We had already decided to continue with Master Li
and it was not going to be possible to get the most out of the
training if I had to keep hiding my abilities.  This was the
moment of reckoning and I was very excited about showing off in
front of an expert in fighting.  I was so up for this that I was
bouncing on the balls of my feet.  

Neeka backed off a few feet and stood partly behind a barrel.  Li
watched her go and then looked back at me.  When I didn't move,
he cautiously stepped back a couple of paces himself.

I tranced, then I turned sideways to the board.  Watching my
target spot, I jumped up in the air, drifting slightly in the
direction of the board, pulled back my right leg and kicked at
the board as hard as I possibly could.

I didn't even feel the contact.  The board exploded with a loud
crack and flew apart in a cloud of splinters and rope fragments.
When I rebounded and landed on my feet the only part of the board
that wasn't splintered was the part still in the braces.

Master Li brushed some of the splinters off of his arm and picked
a fragment of rope out of his shiny black hair.  "Thank you," he
said, looking at me.  "Can you tell me how it is that you have
managed to keep from killing your friend here?"

I looked back at him with as inscrutable a look as I could
manage.  I briefed Neeka mentally on what I wanted to do.  She
walked over and stood facing Master Li with her back to me and
closed her eyes.  I walked up behind her and pulled back a fist
about a foot from her head.  I silently counted to five and then
I punched as fast as I could at the back of Neeka's head.  Of
course, she moved at the same instant I did and my fist went
right through the empty place where her head had been.  While I
was extended, she slapped me in the stomach with the back of her
hand.

"Ah!" Master Li said.  If his next word had been 'so', I would
have died laughing.  He chose to spare me, however.  "She is the
perfect practice partner," he said.  "A ghost who can't be
touched, but who can strike back.  But you...."  

He stared at me as though he wanted answers, but the look on my
face said he wasn't going to get them.  It hadn't escaped him
that I hadn't really answered his question about how Neeka
survived sparring with someone who could break her spine with one
blow.  I had merely demonstrated conclusively that she wasn't
depending on my restraint or her fighting skill to do so.  Now I
was trying to give back as much inscrutability as he had been
giving us.  It was mulish of me, I know.

"You said you wanted to learn control," he said, finally. "Very
well.  I will try to teach you control. But that is enough for
today.  Practice well and come back next week.  Good day."



Of course we discussed Master Li on the ride home.

"Can we trust him?" Neeka asked me, speaking aloud.  This was
going to be one of those soundingboard discussions.  

"I think so." I said.  "He won't jeopardize having me for a
student.  Not to be egotistical, but he'll never have another
opportunity like this."

"That's true.  I was watching him when you demolished his board.
He obviously suspected something, but he wasn't prepared for
that.  He actually flinched.  I jumped pretty good too.  I had no
idea you could do that.  I mean, I knew you could break it, but
you freaking destroyed it!"

"It sure surprised me.  Scared me, too.  You know, I almost
ripped the gym door off its frame without trying hard.  I seem to
be getting stronger every day."

"You wonder how far it will go."  It wasn't a question and I
didn't answer.

"Bambi says the workshop will be ready Friday," I told her.  "Can
you get off work so we can check it out after school?"

"Sure," she said.  When we had stopped for a light, she put her
hand on my shoulder and said, "Sam?  I can quit if you like.  You
sound like you need me."

"You'd do that for me?"  I was about to ask how she'd pay for her
car expenses, but it occurred to me that Bambi had probably told
her not to worry about that when she gave her the key to the
house.  Bambi had been very positive that having Neeka by my side
was a good idea and she was the kind of woman who never stopped
at just lip service.  I was living proof that she took moral
obligations very, very seriously.

"Yes," Neeka said firmly.  No qualifications, no conditions, just
'yes'.  I can't put into words how good, how safe, how secure
that made me feel.  It went a long way toward calming the fear
that had been growing in my head.  Neeka was more than a friend,
a lover, or a partner.  She was part of me and I was part of her.
 The closer she was, the better I felt.

The light changed, Neeka drove on, and I reached into my bag for
a tissue to wipe the tears from my eyes.



We were only a few blocks from home when I noticed a commotion on
the sidewalk ahead of us.  A guy in baggy shorts and a red
t-shirt was running away from an elderly woman who was pointing
and yelling.  He was carrying a blue handbag that did not go with
his outfit at all.

Neeka pressed down sharply on the accelerator and sped up to
close the gap.  As soon as she came to a good spot, she pulled
over next to the curb and I jumped out and ran after the guy with
the purse.

I closed on him faster than I thought.  I almost ran right past
when I caught up to him and it took me a couple of seconds to
match paces.

"Nice day for a run!" I said to him.  He didn't answer.  "How
about giving the purse back?" I asked, politely.  Polite never
hurt.  "It really clashes with that shirt, you know."

He tried to backhand me, but I dodged.  Then he ran faster to try
to get away from me, but I kept right with him.  We came to a
corner and he tried to cut me off, but ran right into a metal
light pole instead.  The pole made a clang sound.  The thief made
a thud sound and lay down for a nap.  I picked up the purse and
walked back to the woman.

When I got there, Neeka was holding her hand and telling her not
to worry.  I gave her the purse and we got back in the car and
drove off.  We were almost home before either of us spoke.

"I'll go into work right after school tomorrow to let them know
I'm quitting," Neeka said.  "So, I'll see you right after school
on Friday, OK?"

"Yeah.  We can check out what Bambi's had done to the workshop."

"The Dragon's Lair," she smirked.

"Oh, stop!  See you later."



Neeka dropped me off and went on to the coffee shop.  Bambi was
waiting for me at the door.

"How did it go?" she asked.

"Fine."

"Sam!  I can get that kind of answer from Jim or Bud.  Tell me
about your lesson."

"Sorry.  I'm just a little down.  The lesson went better than I
hoped.  Master Li is going to help me get control of my
abilities.  I learned a lot of exercises that will help.  Having
Neeka along makes a world of difference.  We had a really good
sparring session and Master Li gave us some good instruction. 
Kung Fu is actually much simpler than I thought.  The
fundamentals are very straightforward.  Getting the form right
can take a long time.  Oh, and I broke a board."

"You broke a board?  I thought that was advanced stuff."

"I guess it would be for someone else.  Master Li could tell I
was pulling my punches.  After class he asked to see what I could
really do."

"And you felt comfortable showing him?"

"Yah.  He's the kind of person who inspires confidence.  He tries
real hard to be unreadable.  I think he thinks it's expected. 
Anyway, I impressed him by breaking his board."

"How would that impress someone like him?  Don't they do that
sort of thing in demonstrations all the time?"

"Well, this wasn't that kind of board.  This was a two-inch thick
slab of fresh, rough-sawn oak with a couple of layers of rope
wrapped around it.  You're supposed to practice hitting it, but
it's not supposed to break."

"And you snapped it like a toothpick."

"No.  I blew it into tiny splinters like it had been hit with an
artillery shell.  A big artillery shell."

"Ah!"

"Yeah, that's what Master Li said."

"So why are you depressed?"

"On the way home after the lesson, Neeka and I stopped a
purse-snatching."

"Good!  So why are you depressed."

"A purse-snatching?  It's just so...minor."

"I'm sure it wasn't minor to the woman whose purse was stolen."

"I guess.  But...I mean, I didn't actually do anything.  I just
ran up beside the guy and he freaked and knocked himself out on a
lamppost.  I didn't touch him.  I didn't even have to use harsh
language."

"I hope they are all that easy."

"It just seems such a waste.  Today at school I ripped the lock
out of a fire door and I jumped over a fence and did a flip over
a bus.  So what do I do with all this speed and power?  I stop
pursesnatchers."

"You'd rather be fighting super-villains, monsters, giant robots,
mad scientists, and invading aliens?"

I laughed.  "Not a lot of those around here.  All the other
superheroes must have mopped them up."

"How about murderers, kidnappers, and rapists?  Would they be
more to your liking?"

"Yeah.  They would."

"So you wouldn't mind people getting killed or raped, or babies
being stolen from their cradles so you could have a more exciting
afternoon."

That put things in a totally different perspective.  I sat and
thought about what a selfish little twit I was.  While I was
wondering why she put up with me, the phone rang and Bambi went
into the kitchen to answer it.

By the time she got back I was so ashamed of myself I wanted to
crawl under the rug.

"Congratulations, crimebuster!"

"OK, please don't rub it in." I said.  "You made your point.  I
feel terrible."

"That was Sheriff Foster on the phone.  He said to thank you."

"For a purse snatcher?  Why?  Was that his mother who got
attacked?"

"No, the trash you so untidily left lying on the sidewalk was the
suspect in a string of convenience store holdups.  Including the
one where the pregnant girl was hurt   you know, the Cuban girl
who got the beer bottle broken over her head and almost lost her
baby.  Bob said to tell you that when he said he wouldn't mind
finding the occasional felon lying on the sidewalk   he didn't
think you would take him so literally."

"Is that what made him think it was me?"

"Not entirely.  Apparently some good citizen called 911 and the
cops got there just after you left.  The woman you helped gave
them a description of you two and Bob recognized the 'short,
large-breasted, blonde girl'.  That, and your modus operandi of
leaving the perpetrator horizontal and incapacitated pretty much
spelled it out for him.  He says Deputies Murphy and Rosario will
probably get a citation for making the arrest; even though all
they did was pick the guy up off the ground."

"Damn."

"You did good.  Still disappointed about the shortage of mad
scientists and killer robots?"

"I guess not.  There is a lesson here that I hope I can remember.
 And speaking of lessons...I better get going on my homework."

I took my bag down to my usual spot in the downstairs family room
and worked through my assignments.

After I finished, I used the computer to look up psychological
conditioning and ways to reverse it.  I found a lot of very
disturbing stuff on how to turn people into human bombs.  I also
found a lot of stuff on classical and operant conditioning and
deprogramming and de-conditioning.  Some of it sounded like
George Orwell wrote it.  I came away with the basic tools to help
Jolene deal with her problem: support, reasoning, reinforcement,
reward.  She needed support while she dealt with it, a reasoned
explanation of why she was afraid to be alone with a boy,
reinforcement of any changes in her behavior, and a reward if she
were able to make progress toward losing her phobia.

It seemed that people were a lot like plants in this way.  You
could bend a plant in the direction you wanted it to grow and
over time it would go in that direction.  But if you tried to
change the plant too quickly, the stem would break and the plant
would die.  Of course, the resources I found cloaked this in tons
of jargon and technical language that was really tough to wade
through.

It looked like the main thing was not to ignore the problem, but
to deal with it.  To keep working on it until it was solved, and
to have patience while this was going on, because it might take a
long time.

I was sitting there, thinking all this over and trying to apply
it to Jolene's situation, when Bud came downstairs to watch some
TV before supper.

"Hello, Bud." I said.

"Hi, Sis!"  He came over to me and before I knew what he planned,
he had bent down and kissed me.  That was a new behavior for him.
 I was usually the one who had to make physical contact.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"Jeez, can't a guy kiss a pretty girl without having a reason?"

"No."

"OK.  OK.  I want to thank you for introducing me to Jolene."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  She's really nice."

"And?"  I could keep this up as long as he could.

"We got together after school.  We went over to Ponce de Leon
Park and sat and watched the ducks."

The park was the ideal spot.  It was open and there would be lots
of people around.  It had a big parking garage next to it and
most of the crowd would be using the park as a shortcut to the
downtown shopping areas.  Lots of people, no one paying much
attention to you and few people hanging around.  It sounded like
a perfect place to be alone with someone while still being in a
crowd.

"Good!  You didn't try to get her alone, then?"

"No.  Actually, we talked about that.  She told me that she was
uncomfortable being alone with a guy and why.  She sad you had
promised to help her get over being afraid.  She asked me if I
would help her, too."

"And you said you would?"

"Yeah.  She's really nice."

"Uh hunh.  I believe you said that.  So it doesn't bother you
that she's not pretty?"

"What do you mean?  She's pretty.  She has a great smile. And
she's really nice."

I tried a different tack.  If he said 'nice' one more time, I was
going to be tempted to smack him.

"Did she tell you that she's a virgin?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

"And she asked me to help her not be a virgin anymore."

Hoo boy.  No wonder Bud was acting different.  Something like
that could knock anyone off their track.  

"How do you plan to, ah, help her?"

"I don't know.  She said to ask you."

"Right.  Well.  It's a problem, sure enough.  You have come to
the right person.  Doctor Kramer can give you some guidance in
this.  Here's what you do   go slow.  Keep going.  Don't give up.
 Don't rush.  Don't get frustrated.  It will happen.  It may take
a long time, but it will happen."

"That's it?"

"That's it.  She didn't get the way she is overnight and she's
not going to get out of it overnight.  Don't push her past where
she is prepared to go.  Try to create a situation where she can
feel in control.  Stay near people so she feels safe.  I will try
to be there if you need me to chaperone."

"You'd do that?  It wouldn't bother you?"

"What wouldn't?  Watching you make love to Jolene?  Oh, it would
bother me, all right.  Hot-and-bother me.  I'll try and keep my
hands to myself but I can't promise anything.  If you mean,
'would it make me jealous?' the answer is 'no'.

"Bud, we live in the same house.  Our rooms are across the hall
from each other.  We have really great sex.  I hope we can spend
a lot more time together.  I know I'm really looking forward to
Friday night and I hope you are too.  But we can't be each
other's whole world.  I have other friends.  You have other
friends.  I have other lovers.  You have other lovers.  Some of
those other lovers happen to be the same people.  You see, there
is really no room for jealously or possessiveness.  Do you
understand where I'm coming from?"

"Yah.  I think so.  I'm glad you feel that way, 'cause I'd really
like to help Jolene."

"Oh, right!  You'd like to help her get around your cock!"

"That too.  But she wants the same thing!"

"Oh, I'm sure she does.  I've never seen a girl more anxious to
get her cherry busted.  You two are going to have a lot of fun."

"Sam?  Thanks."

"Hey, that's what sisters are for."

"You may be the only sister to think so.  None of my friends can
talk to theirs like this."

I started to say, "None of your friends fuck their sisters and
give them wonderful climaxes" but that was beside the point; and
probably not true.  Communication was the issue here, not sex  
for a change.

"Well, if any of them need to talk, I'll be more than happy to
listen.  I really want to help."  As soon as it was out of my
mouth, I knew it was the Truth with a capital T.  I really did
want to help people.  If I could do it with speed and strength, I
would.  If I could do it by lending a sympathetic ear, I would. 
Some time in the last few hours, I had lost touch with that
mission.  I felt much happier to have found it again.



***



After another meal that could have come right off the menu at the
Chez Magnifique, I asked Jim to help me with some more weight
training tips.  If I was going to be spending my lunch hours in
the weight room with Steve, I needed to know my way around.

He showed me how to setup and use the machines and how to load
and unload the barbells.  He coached me in how to spot for
someone; when to encourage; when to help, and when to get your
toes out of the way.  I tried a few reps with a bar loaded up to
what we thought Steve could do so I would have the right feel for
the weight and not give anything away too soon.

"This is going to be too good." Jim said with an evil grin.  "I'd
really like to be there."

"I think the weight room is open to anyone.  At least Steve
doesn't know of any rules about who can use it.  They are just
used to having it to themselves.  But if you think there is going
to be something to see, you're wrong.  I just want to change
Steve's idea that girls are helpless weaklings.  I figure the
best way to do that is by going onto their turf and playing their
game.  I don't have to win, I just have to show them that I can
play."

"You and Steve Wojeski.  I still can't believe it.  I mean; he's
huge.  He's over twice your size.  And you can probably whip his
ass with both hands tied behind your back.  I just want to be
there when he figures out how strong you are.  The look on his
face...."

"No doubt.  But I want him to be ready for it.  If you come, I
want no hints or sly remarks.  I like the guy.  I don't want him
hurt, I just want to change his mind."

"Oh, I understand.  I won't give anything away.  I sure don't
want him pissed at me!"

"Me either, but for different reasons."



Before bedtime, I picked out what I planned to wear to the weight
room the next day.  Steve, and the other guys I had seen during
our streak through the locker room had all been wearing cropped
t-shirts and loose nylon running shorts.  I carefully went
through my now sizeable wardrobe and picked out a t-shirt and a
pair of shorts that I thought matched what the guys would be
wearing.  To accent the outfit, and to add a feminine touch, I
packed a pink headband and a pair of footie socks with pink
tassels as well.





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