John had to leave early for swim practice, which gave me a chance to call Mary Lou at home and tell her that he had stayed overnight in my bed. She wanted all the juicy details, but we didn't have time so we just agreed to meet at the school at 8.
She was just arriving as I got there. As I took off my clothes I marvelled at how easy it was for me compared to my great difficulties on Monday and Tuesday. She did not seem very selfconscious either. The first thing I noted was that the whole school seemed to be turned on, including lots of girls not yet in the Program who didn't even have to be there. Near the athletic entrance six topless girls were picketing. They were from the Darwin Women's Club, and they had signs that read “Girls Need Relief, Too. ” and “Program Rules Unfair to Girls. ” Apparently this was a reference to the rule that boys in the Program could ask for and receive Relief for reasons of health during the first five minutes of class but there was no such provision for girls. My own feeling was that I would not want to masturbate to orgasm in front of my classmates, but different strokes. . . .
In front of these girls was a TV truck and a cameraman was videotaping the picketing. It looked to me like there was no effort to keep the camera off their breasts, in fact the reverse was true. I guessed that Channel 17 has decided that breast nudity was OK for prime time as long as they could convince themselves that it was tastefully done. It seemed to me that the better endowed girls were the favorites, and the girls themselves had chosen their spokesperson with her attributes in mind.
I doubted that the rest of the schoolyard was ready for prime time. Over by the clothing drop box stood a fully dressed girl who had lifted her skirt and wrapped it about the waist of her boyfriend, who was busy rubbing himself against her. It was impossible to tell what he was wearing (if anything) below the waist, or if his penis was out, but when the rubbing turned to urgent thrusting I drew my own conclusions. Most of the Program girls had arrived or were arriving, and a blizzard of clothing was being shucked into the bin. All around us boys were approaching Program girls with exciting requests which could not be refused, nor did there seem to be much desire to refuse. And so it was that two boys who had seen me peeing the day before approached us.
“We have a reasonable request involving posing. ” said the first boy, Tommy, I think.
“Of course, we are happy to be of service. ” said Mary Lou. “Standard pink?”
“No, we have something special in mind. ” The boys had got an old picnic table from somewhere and had hauled it onto school property. And, bless them, they had covered it with a large tablecloth.
“We want you to hop up and face us, then open your legs and bring them up towards you so you roll a bit backwards. ” said the other boy.
I was so nervous I tried to make a little joke. “Why, Tommy, didn't you see enough of my pussy yesterday?”
“It's not exactly your pussies we want to see. ”
Could he mean our buttholes? I looked nervously at Mary Lou who was just as puzzled as I was.
“It's your hymens. ”
“Well, I've still got mine. ” blurted out Mary Lou. Then she stopped dead and turned red and I knew what she was thinking about John and me.
“I'm still a virgin, too. ” I said. And with that we both assumed the position the boys wanted. I could feel Tommy touching me immediately and I warned him that he could only touch my hymen, nothing higher up, and that he could not push any fingers into me. Mary Lou might have had a different set of rules had she been alone, but she dutifully seconded me on this
The boys seemed not to know what they were seeing at first and I could not help them very much. But eventually they agreed that we both had intact hymens, not completely covering the vaginal entrance of course, but more like semicircles of springy tissue anchored at the bottom. As the boys touched me, I was somewhat aroused, but in the absence of any clitoral stimulation I was able to keep my head. They were so excited that they called some other boys over to look. Pretty soon there was a regular gropefest in progress and not all the boys were so careful to follow my rules. I started to get lubricated and I knew the boys could see it. I heard Mary Lou moan slightly and I knew she was getting the same treatment.
Just as I was about to call a halt a slim hand slipped between my labia and began touching my clitoris ever so lightly. My eyes were closed. I could not help but give a sigh and my body took over. I raised my hips from the table to press myself against the hand and I placed my own hand over it and manipulated it so it was in just the right position and then I rubbed and thrust myself against it while ten or more boys watched in wonder. I came explosively. Then I opened my eyes to see if it was Tommy's hand or whose it was.
It was Mary Lou's.
I made eye contact with her. She looked terribly embarassed but not really apologetic and there was something else, a pleading. She was burning with desire. So I took my hand and I did to her just what she had done to me. The results were the same.
The boys were stunned at what they had just seen. Some took out their cocks and ran their hands up and down them, others just clutched themselves, but there was not a one who did not cum within two minutes. Then the bell rang.
As we went into the building, I could hardly believe what had just happened. I had absolutely never before felt any kind of sexual desire towards Mary Lou and I would bet the same about her. And now were we a couple of lezzies? Suddenly I thought about word getting back to John, and I almost died of shame right on the spot. Mary Lou seemed pretty subdued, too. We looked at each other abashedly and smiled, then we both blurted out at the same time something about “never again. ” But it was good.
Mary Lou was pretty worried about Jared Fitzwillow, the boy she liked who had been in the closet with her. He had not yet been to school this semester and already the second week was nearly over. Mary Lou had gone by his house and talked to a neighbor, but all he knew was that the Fitzwillows were on vacation and had not got back yet. Mary wanted him back while she was still in the Program.
Classes went exceptionally smoothly compared with the first couple of days and the unisex bathrooms were strictly a nonproblem. Kids were totally adapting to the Program and just about everyone had had their basic curiousity satisfied. A general consensus had arisen, for example, that Program girls eating lunch in the cafeteria were not to be bothered. To some extent boyfriends tried to shield Program girls, a perfectly natural desire, but this was generally seen as Anti-Program and selfish. On the other hand, boys really did not object when Program girls chose boys they liked to soap them up in the showers after gym. And so it was that a general consensus about appropriate behavior evolved at Darwin, a consensus developed by the students themselves and largely nonverbally, with no input from the teachers or administration.
Roaming the halls now were two Federal Nudity Inspectors, a man and a woman. They seemed to be very nice people and students especially liked their straightforward manner in addressing sexual questions.
John did not seem too worried that I was a lezzie. He just laughed the whole thing off, told Mary Lou he would be happy if she gave him pointers. We were in the lunchroom, going over the events of the morning.
Because of overcrowding, the Darwin High building houses a few classes of elementary school children in the basement. They do not mingle with high school students. They use the same cafeteria but at a different time, and their day starts and ends at a different time. Still, it seemed unrealistic that some of them hadn't heard about the Program, if only through older siblings.
So while John and Mary Lou and I and a bunch of other freshmen were eating, a group of five fifth-grade boys came tearing along into the cafeteria. They stopped dead at our table, their eyes bugging out.
“What do you want?” growled John.
“We heard there were naked girls here, and there are!” said their leader. Mary Lou and I were sitting with our backs to the wall so our breasts were visible, but our lower halves were obscured by the cafeteria table. The leader quickly ducked under the table, then popped back up, announcing breathlessly to his little friends, “They are all bare!!”
Four more heads popped under the table. We were all laughing by now. Then John took charge.
“Would you like to see more of our naked girls?Then just repeat after me, 'Chrissie, we have a reasonable request'. . . . ”
By now I was punching John in the shoulder but I was laughing so much I could not hit very hard. Mary Lou was laughing so hard she almost fell off the chair she was in. The entire table was in an uproar and students from other tables were drifting over to see what we were all laughing about. Then Mary Lou got herself together and announced soberly that she would take care of the boys. She got up and sat on the edge of the table and they all lined up in front of her and she opened herself up and begain giving them a very clinical lecture without cracking a smile as all around her people were practically rolling on the floor.
Wrapping up her lecture, Mary Lou said, “and this is my vagina. Boys with hard penises put them in here and rub them up and down. ”
At this point one of the little squirmy boys could not stand it any longer. In a high shrill voice he said “Can I put my penis in your vagina?” No sooner had he said it than he turned beet red and he covered his face with his arms in embarassment.
“OK, boys,” said John. “I believe it's now your turn. ”
“What?”
“Well, Mary Lou has showed you hers, now I think it's only fair that you show her yours. She might even want to choose one of you based on what she sees. ”
The five boys turned as one and raced out of the cafeteria.
This episode was the talk of the school for weeks. Mary Lou got more mileage out of that one thing than any other Program girl got out of anything she did. At parties, she became an expert at retelling the story.
The afternoon went by like a dream. John again protected me in the gym shower. We both knew what we were going to do that afternoon at my house. We almost did it right there in front of 27 witnesses but at the last minute we both chickened out.
Mary Lou and I had a brief talk while we were getting dressed outside. I told her what John and I had planned and she was happy for us. She was very curious as to how much it might hurt. I told her I would answer her questions on Friday. Then I went home.
I told Mom that John and I were planning to have intercourse that afternoon. She was surprised that we had not done it the day before. She went and found a nice soft thick piece of cloth I could put underneath me in case there was some blood. I went upstairs with it and waited eagerly for the bell to ring.
To be honest, there wasn't very much foreplay. We were both so excited from the day's happenings and by anticipation that John was erect even before he took off his clothes and I was totally wet. He played lightly with my clitoris a bit, and then I could not stand it any longer. I laid down on the soft cloth and spread my legs and he wasn't sure exactly where to put it so I took it in my hand and I placed it at the entrance and he pushed in a little and it was like a big thumb pressing on me. And then he eased it in a bit more and I felt a pinch and I involuntarily squeezed a little bit and then he was in a bit more and I felt a sharp pain and then he slid all the way in and he asked if I was OK. And I told him I would be if he picked up the pace and he began to stroke the whole length and I could feel his penis inside me pressing on that special spot that I think must have some connection with the clitoris, because then that started feeling good, and then he was frantic ,thrusting hard within me and I was thrusting back and moaning. And then just as I came, he stiffened up and quivered and I knew he was cumming too. And then he had a big surprise for me.
“I think I just shot off for the first time. ” he said. How cool is that! Sure enough, when he pulled out, I could see some milky white cum at the tip. I was so happy to have done it, to have cum myself, and to have his seed inside of me. There was a little blood, not so much, and I was a little sore. But all the fears I had had were totally exaggerated.
But it wasn't just the physical release. As I lay postcoitally in John's arms, I loved him so much I could barely stand it. And John was not one of these guys who can't say it. He thanked me and thanked me and he told me again and again how much he loved me and how happy I made him. And I snuggled next to his masculine chest and I thought I was as close to heaven as I would ever be.
We showered together after a while. It was not even erotic, we were all used up. John and I came down triumphally to supper. My parents smiled and smiled. There was no need to ask questions. Our demeanor told it all. Then we went back upstairs and actually did some homework. We talked about our feelings for each other. We talked about the Program, which for me was ending the next day. It was the very best day of my entire life, and I knew it was all due to the Program. If it wasn't for that, John would still be talking to his buddies about sports, and I would still be ignorant of what it really means to be a woman. We went to bed together, bone to bone, flesh to flesh, united in our love. And so ended Thursday.
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