I woke up Wednesday morning wet again but I decided not to take the edge off. I was worrying what to expect outside the school from 8 to 8:30 AM. This being the third day, I knew that I would have to allow some touching and groping, and of course anything from John would be OK, but I was uneasy about what a strange boy might want from me. Even more of a worry was the possibility that, despite whatever I decided now, my body would take over and cause me to go farther than I intended. Overall, however, I was looking forward to whatever the morning would bring. It was shocking to realize how I had changed in the last two days, from a girl who rarely thought about sex and then in the most general terms, to a horny person imagining a hundred ways she might be touched, a hundred sights she might see.
Breakfast at my house is pretty much a hurried affair, but today Dad made a big pot of Earl Gray tea, my favorite, and we talked a little about my day ahead. I told him I expected to be groped by several boys and that I expected that some of them would cum but that I hoped I would retain some modesty. He said that he still felt that the Program was on track and that he was glad I was keeping a diary, because in years to come I would probably enjoy reviewing these days immensely. He said he knew that the Program was making me grow up exceedingly fast, but that sooner or later I had to come to terms with my own sexuality. He said that I was old enough to know that my mother and grandmother were extremely sexual women, and that there was a good chance I would be the same. He said that now that the contraceptive shot had been perfected, there was no reason on earth why teens should not satisfy their curiousities and their longings. He wished he had been in a position to do so when he a teen, but until he met Mom he had suffed under intense sexual dissatisfaction. Then he held me in his arms and told me he loved me and only wanted the best for me.
I got to school at 7:40. I could not wait any longer. There were three girls ahead of me. Lying naked and face up on separate blankets near the clothes box were two sophomore girls. The one on the left was holding her pussy lips open while two boys inspected her. One was holding a piece of paper torn from an anatomy textbook and they kept referring to it and conversing in low voices. . The other one was holding a magnifying glass over her. I hoped that he was planning to shade it so it did not concentrate the sun's rays. The other girl only had a single boy in attendance. His face was glued to her right nipple. She exhibited in spades the last refuge of a modest woman, for her pussy was completely obscured by a thick growth of unruly black public hair. Amazingly, there was approaching a boy who really knew how to plan ahead. In one hand he held a can of shaving cream and in the other a Lady Gillette.
The third girl was at the clothes box just inserting her last item, her panties, and her back was to me. I thought from her tiny build and small butt that she was only about a sixth grader and wondered what she was doing here. But when she turned around, I saw it was the freshman Alicia Smith, the expert gymnast who is in all my classes. She smiled nervously and I didn't want to stare, but I couldn't help but see that she only had two little bud swellings for breasts and had no pubic hair at all. I was embarassed for her. I thought she would be teased by the boys or maybe they would ignore her. But to my surprise two freshmen boys almost immediately walked up to her and asked her something I didn't catch. Then the three of them walked off onto the athletic field. Alicia then immediately went into a perfect headstand, her legs close together and pointed toward the sky. Then she slowly began to open her legs more and more until they were completely parallel to the ground, so she was doing a perfect split only upside down while the two boys stood beside her and looked down at her. Then she hopped back up and smiled at them. One of them said something to her and she shook her head no. The other then proposed something, again she said no. Then the first spoke again, she nodded yes, she knelt before him and began pulling his zipper down. . . but I could not watch any more, for a strange boy was addressing me. He was a few inches taller than me and he had a nice body and smile.
“Chrissie, I'm Wayne, I'm a sophomore. Could I please help you off with your clothes?”
A reasonable request indeed. I told him that my sweat pants just pulled straight down, and if he wanted to hook my panties on the same pull, that would be great. While he did that I pulled off my knit top and since I hadn't bothered to wear a bra, I think we set a record for a Darwin girl getting undressed. Then before he could speak I told him I had to have sunscreen applied to my body. No lie. I'm so blonde I burn really easily. By then a couple more sophomores had come up, and they started on my back, I did my face and neck, while Wayne started on my torso. Since there were two pairs of hands eagerly rubbing my back, they descended rather rapidly and soon my butt and upper inner thighs were being massaged.
“That's enough, you two. ” I said. “You can continue down my legs but my pussy is off limits. ” I used an assertive voice, but I wondered if I could make it stick. But they obeyed, and soon my whole back was protected. Meanwhile, Wayne seemed to be rather stuck at nipple level. I suggested to him with a little humor in my voice that I probably didn't need a whole bottle just for my nipples, and he laughed and began to do my belly, then my lower belly, then. . . he got the same warning. So, as he finished the front of my legs, I waited for requests.
“Chrissie,” said Wayne, he voice somewhat strangled, “may I rub myself up against you?” I looked at his bluejeans. They seemed new and possibly rather rough and abrasive.
“Wayne, are you wearing boxers or briefs?”
“Briefs”
“Then you may pull your jeans off and rub yourself against me. ” He excitedly removed his jeans, and I saw that his bulge wrongly pointed down. Thinking of Mr. F. 's lesson, I delicately reached into the waist of his briefs and levered his penis into the up position. Then he put his hands on my bare butt and clasped me to him and began to rub. It was exciting, but since he was taller than I, his bulge was rubbing against my stomach, and I wasn't getting any clitoral stimulation. This was exactly what I wanted. I wanted John to be the first boy to make me cum. So I just enjoyed hearing him grunt and moan and when he stiffened and stopped rubbing, I knew he had creamed his briefs. It made me feel good, like I had some big power over him. He was real red in the face, and he quickly grabbed up his jeans and without putting them on disappeared into the school, no doubt heading for the bathroom. He never even thanked me.
Almost immediately one of the sophomores who had done my back, and who had watched this whole thing, said he had a reasonable request. Warily I asked him what.
“I would like you to pose for us in a special way I dreamed up. I want you to come over here by the clothes box, put your left leg up on this ledge that runs along the box, and keep your right foot solidly planted on the ground. ”
Posing seemed pretty tame compared to what girls around me were doing, so I was glad to oblige. Of course this odd position interested quite a few boys, and soon boys were cycling in and out around me, making comments and generally acting like boys do. But I suddenly realized I had a real big problem. I had juice and milk for breakfast and then with all that tea, I really had to go bad, and the odd position I was in put quite a strain on my bladder. I tried to hold out. I figured there might be only ten to fifteen minuted before the bell rang. I even squeezed myself, which the boys liked. But finally I just had to yell out “Get out of the way! I gotta pee bad!!” They scattered, and a second later pee came bursting out of me. I'd like to report it came out in a nice gentle stream, but in fact my pussy lips were so compressed that it came out in a sort of spray which immediately soaked my pussy from top to bottom and ran down my right leg and even got on my left leg and butt and vaginal opening. I was so embarassed! The boys were hooting and yelling and a bunch more came over to watch and yet I was still peeing, not spraying quite so much now,most of it running down my right leg or dripping off my pussy onto the ground.
And then to compound my embarassment, John appeared just as the last drops stained the ground. He showed nothing but gentle concern for me and acted as if this was a perfectly normal thing that just needed to be addressed. He led my away about twenty yards where a hose used to water the field lay in the sun. Turning on the water to a modest stream, he began to gently wash me down. The water was warm from being in the sun. It felt good on my butt and pussy and legs and he spent a good deal of time making sure I was completely rinsed off. Then he quietly asked me to open up so he could wash my pink parts, and I did, and as the warm water touched my clitoris I moaned softly. Then he put the hose aside and reached into the gym bag he had with him and brought out a nice soft white fluffy towel. He patted my pussy dry and my butt and my legs and everything else and then he had me open again and he began to pat my pink and I seized his hand and pressed it to the towel which was pressing to me and then I took his other hand and I pressed it to my butt and then I started to rotate my hips and he rubbed me and rubbed me and I moaned some more and then I jerked and came and came again . And for a few seconds I hardly knew where I was . I was floating . And John was smiling and smiling and I reached to give him Relief, but then the bell rang.
The atmosphere before the first class was entirely different from the day before. So many boys had got Relief outside that the frantic tenseness was gone. So many boys smiled at me I felt I was at the center of the universe. And of course John had his arm around me as we walked to geometry. As soon as the final bell rang and we were in our seats, the PA came on and Principal Marberry began to speak.
“This morning all the Program girls showed up on time and got undressed with or without assistance. From what I saw, everything went smoothly, and there were a lot of happy faces when the bell rang. We will repeat the same thing tomorrow. As you know, the entire area around the school is under surveillance by video cameras. In accordance with our policy under the Program to reach out to the community, we are releasing this morning's tapes to the local PBS station where they will be shown unedited starting at 8 this evening. You may want to tell your parents and siblings about this so they can watch what for many was a most exciting start to the day. ”
“The school newspaper will be out and available in the usual places at noon today. Our nine original Program girls are represented in a special glossy full color insert. You might consider asking one of these girls to autograph her picture, or all of them for that matter. As #1 in what we expect will be a long series, this insert will eventually become a collector's heirloom, so we suggest you protect it and not let it become sticky. ”
“I have been approached by a group of six Christian girls who wish to form a support group for others like them who wish to retain their virginity until marriage. The purpose of the group will be to teach girls how their boyfriends might satisfy them sexually while leaving them still technically virgins. Oral and manual stimulation will be taught hands on, while solo use of vibrators and similar devices will be demonstrated. The group may be reached through the school nurse. They will call themselves 'Hymns for Jesus' no, sorry, can't read my own notes. It's 'Hymens for Jesus'. ”
“A nude study group for Juniors is forming. They still need two boys and two girls. The first study subject will be biology. See Jane Smith if interested”
“The janitor has asked me to speak about the condition of the urinals. It seems that in the bathrooms previously designated for males, girls have been standing up to pee in the urinals with disastrous results. We are posting above the urinals directions and diagrams on how this may be done, but as this is always a rather chancy matter, I suggest that you girls practice it at home in the shower until you become proficient. ”
“We have installed 3 bidets in each of our bathrooms along with instructions for their use. Today and tomorrow during lunch hour a Program girl will be demonstrating correct usage in each bathroom. Please note that, contrary to popular belief, bidets may be used by males as well as females. I know from personal experience that the feeling of warm running water on the scrotum is very relaxing. ”
“The chess club will be playing strip chess at their regular meeting after school, that is, if they can get any girls to come. ”
“Our prize-winning freshman gymnast, Alicia Smith, will be practicing nude in the gym right after school. She says she has always wanted the freedom of performing nude, and would like very much to have an appreciative audience as being nude allows her to put her body into many unusual positions not often seen. She hopes very much to see some boys with cameras. I know I'll be there, Alicia!”
“Our International Student Exchange Program may be in trouble. I have been on the phone to the parents of some of the girls scheduled to come to our school next semester. It is quite surprising how many of them object to the prospect of having their daughters stripped naked, posed for examination, and groped. Fortunately there is no problem with our current exchange student, Brigette Nielsen, as she is from Sweden. ”
“Two Federal Nudity Inspectors will be visiting the school starting this afternoon and continuing through the week. They will be happy to answer any questions you might still have about the program and they will serve as referees should a question arise about what is a reasonable request. If you are interested in becoming an Inspector after graduation, I'm sure they will be glad to give you career counseling. ”
“It hurts to have to say this, but after careful review of the unfortunate incident of yesterday morning, we have decided to issue whistles on cords to be worn at all times by Program girls. They are on the way to your first period classrooms now. Do not play with them. They are for emergencies only. I now return you to your teachers. ”
The rest of the day was surprisingly uneventful. There were a lot fewer requests for posing since there were so many more girls available and of course so many boys were temporarily uninterested. The general level of sexual tension was much less. I noted that some of the clothed girls were much freer in allowing their boyfriends to touch them in naughty places in public. We actually got some classwork done. I thought a lot about John and I felt bad that he had not gotten the Relief that so many boys had. I thought that last period gym class would be a good time to rectify that situation since we would be in the same shower together. I wanted to tell John this at lunch, but he started talking first.
“I'm real sorry I wasn't outside at 8. ” he said. “I came up just when Wayne started rubbing himself against you. I couldn't do anything, of course. I was jealous and I wished it was me rubbing you. And I can't be there tomorrow at all due to swim practice. ”
“Wayne asked me, it was a reasonable request, so I had to do it. I personally did not feel very much and I was relieved when it was over and I was glad that the next request was only to pose. Did you look around at the other girls? All around me girls were letting guys finger them and masturbate them and I saw at least three penises in girls' mouths. And that one girl that got her pussy shaved was getting eaten out! I'm real worried about what I might have to do tomorrow without you there. I'm afraid my body will take over and I'll do things I don't want to do. I'm only 14! ”
“I don't see much of a way out,” said John. “It wouldn't be right to call in sick. ”
“John, I want you to be the first boy to do all those things to me. I want to give you Relief today in the shower in gym. And I want you to come to my house an hour after school ends so we can be alone in my room. You can stay for supper, too. ”
“I'll be there, but given that's the case, I'd prefer not to get Relief in school. ”
“Agreed. ”
And so the day passed, and when it came time for us to shower after gym, John came into my shower and we soaped each other up, and doing that discouraged other boys from bothering me as they could see we were a couple. But we behaved ourselves, not without exercising almost superhuman control!
After school John escorted me to the clothes bin and helped me get dressed with many a kind caress. After I was dressed, John spoke up.
“Ah, Chrissie, I have a reasonable request. ” For just a second a shocked look passed over my face, then he broke into a grin and we both cracked up.
When I got home, my mom was in the living room reading a Cosmo article about the Nudity in Education Act. I told her straight off that John would be coming over in about an hour and that we would be exploring each other's naked bodies in my room. I asked if he could stay for supper.
“That's a wonderful idea. ” she said. “Of course he can stay. If things go as well between you as I expect, perhaps you might ask him to sleep over in your arms . Knowing that you have had your shot, I'm thrilled that you have such a fine young man to explore your sexuality with. I'm so glad you told me, because now if I hear moans coming from your room, I'll know not to interfere. ”
“Motheeerrrre!”
“No, I'm serious. He is a fine upstanding young man. ”
Yes, I thought, very upstanding, and I blushed.
I went to my room to prepare. I was very excited. When the bell rang an hour later, I answered it. There was John, my lovely boy, smiling and smiling. I asked him in and introduced him to my mother. She welcomed him warmly and extended her hand. There was a kind of an awkwardness about John suddenly. Gosh, do you suppose the fact that I answered the doorbell completely naked might have had something to do with it? Is it possible that as we went upstairs, John trailing, that I might have wriggled my bare butt a little bit unnecessarily? Did I hear John mutter under his breath something like 'I'll get you for this'?“
And then we were alone and just for a second I felt a little uneasy. I didn't know for sure exactly what we were going to do, but I knew there would be some firsts. As John removed his clothes, I gave the little speech I had prepared.
“John, I'm crazy about you. And I want you to know that my body is yours for whatever you want, for your pleasure and mine. You can look at any part, touch any part, lick or rub any part, and press your penis against or in any part. I know there might be a little pain before the pleasure, but for you I'm totally willing and totally yours. ”
I suppose such a speech is quite an ego boost for a boy. But I was serious. John was now naked, his lovely pink penis reaching for the sky. I reached for it, but suddenly he moved away.
“Chrissie, I need to tell you something beforehand. To put it simply, I've never ejaculated. I only turned 14 in July. I only started thinking about girls back in April, after I kissed you in the closet. By May I was thinking about the girls in my class and how I could get them naked and I thought about you a lot, too. But I hardly knew what to say to a girl. So mainly I concentrated on sports. Of course at night in bed I would play with my penis and it would get hard quickly and I would orgasm, but nothing came out. So I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. Plus, I've heard that sex for the first time is painful for a lot of girls and not that much fun. So overall I'm pretty nervous. I love you too much to put you through a lot of pain. ”
I gasped at his use of the L word. It was the first time I knew he felt the same about me. I wanted to say something to reassure him, but frankly I was just too horny to think. I was so wet I was dripping onto my legs. So I just told him that he should please just check out my hymen and vagina to see just how tight I was. So I laid back and brought my legs up and opened myself to him and I could feel his fingers at my entrance and then I felt a finger slip into me and rub and then he put another finger into my tightness, rubbing me inside and I squeezed down and then I told him to put the other hand on my clitoris and he did and I bucked into his hand and I moaned and came just like that. And I felt a wave of love for this boy so great it was almost unbearable.
And then without being asked I took his penis into my mouth and I did whatever he told me to do, sometimes licking and sometimes sucking, bobbing my head as he thrust into me, letting him control my head with his hand behind it, feeling the skin of his penis against my throat as he picked up the pace, loving him for his masculine strength, encouraging him with all my power, until he shuddered and jerked, finally getting Relief, but nothing spurted out. And when he pulled out and I could speak, I told him I loved him with all my soul, with all my heart, with all my mind.
And then we were all wet and sweaty, and so we showered and we soaped each other up and I came again. And then we climbed out and toweled off, and I looked at John's lovely penis, now so much smaller and dangling down like a little boys, so innocent looking but so full of potential power to please, and I loved it as I loved him. And John went to the phone to call his mom and tell her he would be sleeping with me, and I looked at the rest of his body. His butt was still as enticingly small as a boys, but his shoulders were already much broader than they had been in April when he held me in his arms. His back was perfect. When he turned around, I saw that his chest was beginning to fill out and show some adult muscle, too. In short, I could see my boy turning into a powerful man, and I knew it would not be long before testosterone completed the transformation. My man-boy stood unashamedly before me, and smiled. I told him he had not disappointed me! I told him that whenever he wanted to have full intercourse, it would be OK with me and that the pain didn't matter. I didn't even mention his not ejaculating. What possible difference could it make to me?
I think my parents thought we had done it, because at supper they kept looking at us and giggling together like kids. It was pretty obscene. I guess they were thinking about the first time they had done it. I hope it was as good for them as I expected it would be for us.
I had a restless night spooning in John's arms. I awoke early to find him on his back. I sneaked the covers aside expecting to see his sweet relaxed penis but that was not the case! I touched it to awaken him. I wanted sex again, but he said he needed to pee first. So did I. He followed me into the bathroom, grinning. I just laughed and squatted down, opening myself up so he got a good look, then I peed quite a bit into the bowl. He must have remembered what Geoffrey said, because as I finished he took a square of toilet paper and tenderly wiped me dry. I stood up.
“Are you going to pee on the ceiling or what?” I said, playfully. I wasn't even sure if a boy could pee while hard. But John showed me how. To my surprise, he sat on the toilet like a girl, then he had me take his penis in my hand and lever it down between his thighs so it pointed into the bowl. It kept fighting my hand, wanting to rise. I held it down while he peed. I could feel the pee running through the shaft as I held it in my hand. As he finished, I took a square and lightly patted the remaining drops off the tip. Then we went back to bed. After I recovered, I took John in my arms and I whispered in his ear. “John, if you really love me, you will come by today after school just like you did yesterday. And we are going to FUCK!” I hardly ever use that word. But at the right time and place, it has a certain power. John nodded eagerly.
And so it was that we got up and dressed and prepared ourselves for Thursday's activities. I cried with joy at breakfast. I could hardly bear to look at John, I loved him so much.
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