I woke up when I felt the bed move. Damn, he had made it into my bed without waking me. That hadn’t happened in years. Usually I heard his alarm clock going off, less often I heard the door click as he came into my room. Fortunately I was already on my side, facing away from the door, and could easily fake not being awake. I kept my breathing low and slow, and watched the shadows on my eyelids as I waited for him to scoot against me.
This happened almost every morning and night. He would come in, slip into my bed, press his thing against my butt, and try to push it into me. I had learned long before that if I pretended to be asleep and moved my leg just a tiny bit I could fool him into sliding between my legs instead of inside me. A minute or two later, sometimes as long as four or five minutes later, his thing would spray out its gook. The drawback was the mess he left on my legs and bed, but that was a small price to pay to keep him out.
If he had thought I was awake he would have rolled me onto my back or front and poked it in the appropriate orifice. Hence, my feigned slumber.
Too bad I couldn’t do that on the afternoons after school, now that school had started. All summer I had been my own body’s master (mistress?), by the simple process of convincing daddy I had really, really, wanted to go to a summer camp. Ten weeks of solitude in bed. Heavenly! Now, though, school has just started and I no longer have that luxury. For the next week or so, until I have the after-school activities scoped out, he would be fucking me as soon as we came in the door. On the floor on my back, bent over the furniture, or on my hands and knees mooing like a cow or barking like a dog, whatever sick fantasy he wanted, I would provide.
With the right after-school activities, though, I could cut that to twice a week or less.
At least I didn’t have to worry about him bringing home some of his football buddies and renting me to them for fifteen minutes at a time. This was a new school to us and this early on he didn’t have any friends. Although some of them had been nice and seemed to believe I should have as much “fun” as they did. On the rare occasions when it had started to feel good, I had hated them for showing me what was wrong with my life.
Damn, what was taking him so long? It usually only took him less than five minutes to go from getting in my bed to leaving the room. Although what really puzzled me was why he thought fucking a girl without waking her was something to be proud of; to me it meant he was such a poor fuck that he couldn’t wake the girl he was screwing. But I never told him that, I knew better. He might insist on me being “awake,” which would mean getting poked three or four times a day instead of five or six times a week.
Abruptly there was a blaring BZZZZZ as an alarm clock sounded right beside me. “Jesus Christ!” I cried, sitting up and staring around. My alarm clock was a radio/music system that I had set to play nature sounds as an alarm. Had my brother fucked with my alarm?
The wallpaper wasn’t mine, and the furniture wasn’t either. And the bed . . . the bed was an old-fashioned canopy style with pink curtains, dark rich ebony posts, and white lace tiebacks. And in the bed with me was a girl! Who was currently staring at me like I was crazy? Maybe I was. Where the hell was I?
I jerked the sheet back up over my breasts and stared back at her.
“Cindy,” she said, taking her hand off the snooze button on the alarm, “It’s me, Jamie. Are you okay?”
Jamie? Jamie! All of a sudden it came rushing back to me. I collapsed back onto the bed and stared at the pink canopy overhead. I was at Jamie’s place.
I was at Jamie’s because my brother and I had been caught fucking after school yesterday. The Principal and Counselors had not been pleased. They had decided I was to stay somewhere other than with my brother at home, and Jamie had volunteered her place. I had tried to explain about my brother, that while I didn’t like what he did I had to let him use me because he was my brother, but for some reason they had not been impressed with my arguments. In fact, the more I explained the more upset they became. They acted as if they didn’t understand how families worked.
So, here I was at Jamie’s house for who knows how long, where my brother could not slip into my bed, where he couldn’t bend me over a handy piece of furniture when daddy wasn’t home, where he couldn’t rent me to his friends . . . I started crying.
After a moment I felt Jamie scoot close and put one arm across my ribs, below my breasts, the other around my back, and hug me. “It’s all right,” she whispered, “You’re safe here.”
I rolled to meet her and curled up. She cuddled me in her arms and just kept repeating, “It’s okay. Your safe.”
Just as I was calming down and starting to dry my tears, the alarm BZZZZZed a second time. I don’t do loud alarms very well. This time I ended up on the floor with most of the sheets. “Jesus, that thing’s loud,” I told Jamie as she leaned over the side of the bed to look at me.
There was a knock on the bedroom door and a woman was standing in the doorway. “Hurry up you two. We leave for school in half an hour.” That was her mother, Ms. Tietan. She was already dressed in a smart pantsuit, standard business gray pinstripe.
Jamie hopped out of bed as I disentangled myself from the sheets. Standing, I looked around and realized I had no clothes to wear today, except the ones I had worn yesterday. Sighing, I walked over to my bookbag, sat on the floor, and started hauling everything out. Meanwhile, Jamie had gone to her closet and was staring at her choices. Wait a minute. Clothes. School. The Program. Naked. Clothes. Eh, why bother? I had spent enough time at home naked with my brother and his friends enjoying my body, so school really didn’t bother me. At least there I didn’t have to put up with being fucked as well as fondled.
I stuffed everything back in my book bag and got up again. I didn’t recognize the nightgown I was wearing, it must be one of Jamie’s extras. I grabbed the bottom and pulled it off over my head. “Where do I put this?” I asked.
Jamie turned and pointed to a clothes hamper, “There.”
“Thanks.” I dropped it in. “Um Jamie? Can I borrow a hair brush?” Most mornings my hair looked positively horrid until I brushed it out. And until I got some stuff from home I had none of my toiletries.
“Sure,” she said, “We have a guest box in the bathroom.”
“Guest box?”
“Yeah, in the cabinet under the sink.”
I stepped into her hallway.
“CINDY,” yelped Jamie, “Aren’t you going to get dressed?”
“Why bother?”
“Huh?”
She had forgotten! What an airhead. “Jamie,” I said gently, “The Program?”
“Oh. My. God.” She sat on the floor. “The Program. Ohmygod.”
“Why get dressed just to ride in a car to school? We just have to take it all off when we get there.” She blushed as I said this. While we were certainly close enough to walk or ride the bus, her mom drove right past the school and thought it made more sense to drop us off.
I was a grateful that her mother would be driving us. The bus, being school property, meant we would have to ride it naked. And riding naked with a busload of teenage boys where the only adult was the driver would not be pleasant. Just thinking about it brought to mind my brother and his friends when they came over for his “special” afternoon parties starring me. Ugh, I shivered.
“Oh,” she said
Reluctantly, she stood and followed me to the bathroom. Wow, was her mom prepared. Sure enough, under the sink was a small box with “Guest” written on it in marker. Inside were not only a hairbrush, but also toothpaste, toothbrushes, roll-on deodorant, combs, bobby pins, cotton swabs, and cotton balls. At the bottom I even saw a couple of tampons!
Her mother did a double take as we came into the dining room a few minutes later. “Girls,” she said uncertainly. We giggled, a bit nervous, and Jamie told her, “It’s The Program, mom. Why bother getting dressed when we have to undress as soon as we get to school?” Her mother slowly nodded, still a little disturbed, but understanding. I guess that while she had understood The Program’s intent, the reality was more than she had anticipated.
Her mother was a middle management type and their place was actually just an apartment in a complex of about a twenty. It was a real nice apartment – three big bedrooms, living room, dining room, large kitchen, two bathrooms, and a deck – built and maintained by the company for its employees. And there were one hundred of these complexes on the company’s property, some with as many as fifty apartments. The lower ranks, common workers and field hands, had smaller apartments without as many nice touches. The higher management types, like my dad, lived in condo complexes of half-a-dozen units. The vice presidents lived in actual houses. Rank Hath Its Privileges.
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Tuesday Morning, At School
At the school it was pandemonium. On the gallery in front of the school were most of the Program Participants, in various stages of getting undressed. On the grounds in front of them were throngs of students watching and, in some cases, cheering. Scattered around the gallery and crowd were teachers keeping an eye on things.
Nobody spotted us as Ms. Tietan dropped us off. It was only when we started to make our way through the crowd that we were noticed. Immediately, several boys asked us to pose for them. After years of looking and poking by my brother and his friends, this was fairly innocuous stuff, although Jamie momentarily had a frightened look which she quickly hid behind an uncertain smile.
Jamie stood with her hands behind her head and her legs spread while several guys fondled her breasts, ass, and cunt. I bent over and reached around my legs to pull my cunt open, as requested. Two boys instantly started fondling my breasts. I just closed my eyes and thought about my classes as someone started running his finger from my asshole into my cunt. It hurt a bit as he forced his finger inside me, but that was tolerable. At least it wasn’t his thing. Two others started feeling my ass.
From somewhere beside me I heard Jamie, “Hey, stop that, that hurt,” followed by profuse apologies from a guy. A moment later I heard the passing bell ring. The guys reluctantly let go of me and Jamie said, “Come on, let’s go.”
As we were passing the principal’s office he called to us, “Ladies, a moment please.” We stopped. He addressed me; “I’ve decided that as of today you’ll be sharing the same classes as Jamie. Just copy her schedule. The teachers have already been informed. That’s all. Good day.” He walked back into the office. We looked at each other and shrugged. I’ve never noticed before how that makes a girl’s tits jiggle. Then again, I haven’t exactly gone around staring at girls’ breasts. It’s kind of fun to watch.
Mr. Farnham stopped us as we came in the class and had us wait at the front until the class bell sounded. “Class, your attention please. Yesterday, Ms. Tietan allowed us to explore her body in detail, for which I’m sure you’re all grateful.” The class murmured their assent. “Well, today, not only do we have a new student in the Homeroom, Ms. Cindy Bradsky, but she is also a Program Participant.” A number of students called “Hi Cindy.” I smiled, slightly, back at them.
Mr. Farnham smiled thinly. “Today we’ll take the opportunity to compare breast size and shape between the two. Ms. Tietan, as you can see is the smaller of the two girls, but you’ll notice that her nipples and areola are larger.”
I looked at Jamie, uncertain what I should do. She just gave me a crooked smile, leaned back against his desk, and thrust her chest forward to make her tits stand out better. I shrugged and did the same. She whispered, “This should be fun,” to me, although her expression as the first boy walked up was something like that of bird watching a predator approach and being unable to flee. She wasn’t nearly as brave as she was trying to pretend. And I saw her flinch as he stroked her nipples the first time.
The teacher continued down his attendance sheet. One by one the boy and girls came up and studied our tits. They spent about fifteen seconds each. And Jamie was right, after about the sixth person to gently run their fingers over my nipples and breasts, it did start to feel good. One girl, put her hand on my left tit and the other hand on Jamie’s right tit. “Wow, this feels weird,” she said softly. After that, they all did it.
I quickly noticed that when a boy was in front of me I was a little tense, but I relaxed when a girl was fondling us. I wondered what that might mean. Besides the obvious I mean; after my brother and his friends, guys intimidated me.
After everyone was finished, I saw that most of the boys were trying to hide erections and many of the girls were squirming in their chairs, almost as if they were uncomfortable. Mr. Farnham looked out at the class. “I think,” he said, “I’ve discovered the perfect way to ensure perfect attendance and attention.” Several students laughed. I didn’t, but in a strange way he was right. Then the passing bell rang.
I slid off the desk to start for the door, but Jamie held me back with a touch. Then the most surprising thing happened; practically everyone came by us and said thanks. They actually appreciated us letting them touch us. I didn’t know what to think, but managed to say, “You’re welcome.” No one had ever thanked me for letting them touch me, much less fuck. It was a whole new experience.
After the class emptied, Jamie told me, “If we wait a minute here we can make it through the halls with a lot less problems. She smirked, “We can escape students by saying we have to hurry to class.” Sneaky.
She stayed close to the walls and walked rapidly as we made our way to her next class. We made only two stops as boys asked us to let them check us out. If it weren’t for the fact that we were naked and really stood out in the crowd I don’t think anyone would have noticed us. Jamie’s good at not being noticed, I discovered. And that’s difficult to do when you’re naked.
Our first period class was Geography. Agua Azul High School uses a staggered class schedule. Monday and Friday have all six classes in the day, each fifty-five minutes in length. Tuesday has first and second period classes, Wednesday has periods three and four, and Thursday has periods five, and six. Each class on those three days is three hours long. I’ve never had a class that long and I’m not sure how I would handle them.
Jamie headed straight for two chairs at the back of the room. I figured Mr. Hammond, the teacher, would pretty much ignore us. After all, how could a naked student help him teach geography? Silly me. No sooner had we sat down than he called both of us up front to pass out papers describing this week’s lesson guides and assignments in reading. I think Jamie blushed the entire time.
After that he handed me his pointer and had me point out features on maps for about half the class, then had Jamie do the rest. I’m not sure how many of the male students actually heard anything he said or saw anything but the naked girl at the front of the class, but not a single one of them failed to keep his eyes on the front of the room the entire time. And there were no muttered conversations at the back of the room. There was a lot of drooling, though.
Finally, the passing bell sounded and it was lunch period. The boys mobbed Jamie and me, but after a couple of minutes Mr. Hammond chased us all out. We avoided any further interruptions by simply telling all the boys we wanted to eat.
I don’t know how she does it, but when she’s moving guys just don’t seem to see us. She walks close behind a bigger guy of girl, using their larger size to hide her from others. Usually, by the time they see her, it’s too late to say anything about a request. It isn’t perfect, but still an improvement. The moment we stopped moving, however, we would get a request. This was distinctly different from my experiences yesterday, when I could barely take three steps without some guy asking to fondle my breasts.
By accident we arrived at the cafeteria in a group of girls and were shielded from the boys, although the girl behind me did seem to bump her hand into my ass more times than could be attributed to accident. The fourth time it occurred I leaned back against her, trapping her hand between us. I pretended not to notice, and after a moment I felt her squeeze my cheek. When the line moved I hesitated a moment, then stepped forward. She followed and took the opportunity to start stroking me. I turned slightly to hide what she was doing from everyone else, and glanced at her from the corners of my eyes. She was staring out across the cafeteria, her face flushed. All too soon we were at the trays and I started loading mine with lunch.
I followed Jamie as we left the cashier. Yesterday, the girl Program Participants had been scattered at the edges of the cafeteria with their friends until Jamie hit the scene. Today, all The Program girls in the first lunch section were at the same table in the middle of the room with several of The Program guys. Jimmy, Jamie’s friend, was also there with several other dressed students. I think they were all either friends or relatives of the naked students. Jamie headed straight for them. Jimmy appeared to have been waiting for us, or at least Jamie. As soon as he saw her he motioned her over and indicated an empty chair beside him.
Jamie had a sappy grin on her face as she headed for him. Yeah, she’s got it bad. Last night she had talked about him, and again this morning. I had seen my girlfriends in other schools get the same look when they saw their current boyfriend, for whom they always had professed everlasting love, until another guy caught their fancy. I sighed and hoped Jamie, at least, wasn’t going to be changing boyfriends every couple of weeks.
Jamie slowed and frowned as she saw there was only one chair available at the table. Jimmy is quick, I’ll grant him that. He saw her reaction, saw me, and by the time we got there he had conned a guy from the table behind him into giving up his chair. In a matter of a few seconds he had convinced everyone at his side of the table to move their chairs down so that the last person’s chair was moved around the corner of the table into the aisle.
“Ah,” he cried as we reached the two empty chairs, “My naked true love arrives.” Jamie blushed right down to her nipples. Oh, my, watching that did things to my tummy. I sat in the seat farthest from Jimmy but beside Jamie. Yesterday’s byplay between the two had been very entertaining. Today’s was as well. I don’t know why, but Jimmy seemed to have fixed on Jamie like a bull terrier. He watched her like a hawk and did everything he could to keep her interest. And the funny thing is, he never once tried to touch her anywhere but her wrists or her arms. No sneaking feels under the table, no “accidental” brushes against her body, he just acted as if she were not in The Program, a Perfect Gentleman. I wondered if maybe he was as smitten with her as she was with him. That would explain the chivalrous attitude.
Jamie introduced me to him and told him I was staying at her house for a while. He studied me for a moment, smiling, but I could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he nodded. He looked back at Jamie, who was answering a question from across the table, and a bigger smile appeared on his face. I had disappeared from his personal radar. That was unusual, most guys tended to fixate on the girl with the biggest tits, which in the case of Jamie and myself was me; I didn’t mind being ignored, it was nice not having a guy staring at my tits.
When the second section bell sounded, a teacher came over and told us we had to clear out for the next group. We couldn’t stay in a big group like we did yesterday. I kind of figured they would do that to us.
There were six of us girl Program Participants, and five boys, with another eight students that moved outside. It was funny to watch the boys as they walked, they all had erections and they bobbed around most amusingly. When I pointed this out to Jamie, she blushed again. I really don’t think she had noticed the boys yesterday.
Once we were outside, both male and female students mobbed us. Jamie started to look a little panicked, so I grabbed her hand. Fortunately, our being in a group made it easy to divide their interest, and our student friends did sorta keep order.
I almost felt sorry for the boys. The girls were constantly coming over to them and stroking them. This was a rare opportunity for a girl to play with a boy’s thingie in a safe environment. The boy couldn’t claim she was teasing him and had to do something in return. Some of the older and more experienced girls were just plain mean, though, going up to a boy and quickly stroking him up to the point of orgasm, then stopping. Or maybe they knew the boy and were getting a little revenge for something the boy had done or said to them previously.
We girls didn’t exactly have it easy, either. With a ratio of almost forty boys for every girl in The Program it could have gotten ugly, but when you subtract the ones who were actually eating lunch – one-third – or too shy to approach us, and also the ones who had already had good looks and feels, the numbers were appreciably smaller. Especially when you consider that the lunch period had forty minutes of dead time, which was enough for every boy to get at least a full minute if they simply got organized.
The boys asked us to bend over, stand straight, and pose in other ways to let them get good looks and feels. One kid came over and he had dirty hands. Him I told right off, “Hey, you aren’t touching anything until you wash up.” He looked surprised, but left immediately. I saw a couple of others also take off, only to return a few minutes later. Other than that I really didn’t pay much attention to the boys.
I did notice, and it bothered me, that Jimmy didn’t approach Jamie. I think he thought he was being chivalrous. He should have been right there with her, he could have blocked off some of the guys and made it a bit easier for her. Just like a guy to make it more difficult for a girl while he said he was being considerate. Idiots, all of them are idiots. I wondered if maybe he was gay and paying such obvious close attention to Jamie was a dodge.
Again, I was surprised at the number of boys who actually said thank you when they finished. I also noticed that the girl from the line who had fondled me was standing at the edge of the crowd and watching nervously. Because we had come out as a group the boy Program Participants were right with us and I saw that she was pretending to watch them, but she spent an inordinate amount of time staring sideways at me.
When the third section bell rang and another group of students came out, I managed to catch her eye and motioned her to come over. After a brief back and forth pantomime of “who, me,” “yes, you,” “you must be mistaken,” and “no I’m not,” she finally walked over and stood to one side of the boy currently feeling my tits (he was starting to drool). “That’s enough,” I told him, and pushed him to the side. At the same time I reached over and pulled the girl to stand in front of me.
I smiled at her – god, was I scared – and said “hi, I’m Cindy.”
She stared at me, eyes wide. I think if I had said, “boo,” she would’ve jumped a foot in the air. “Um,” I continued, “If you want to touch me, you can. I won’t bite, I promise.” I stared into her eyes, pretty blue eyes with long lashes, “After all, this is supposed to be a learning experience and you can always say you were curious,” I added in a lower tone that no one else would hear. After a long moment, I slowly reached out, took her hand, and placed it on my right breast. When I let go, her hand stayed there. She stopped looking at me and looked at her hand. Slowly she raised her other hand to my other breast. We stood like that for about ten seconds, and then she started rubbing them. My nipples were already hard little bits pressing into her palms.
I relaxed in a way I couldn’t when the boys were touching me. She began playing with my nipples, as I whispered just loud enough for her to hear, “Do it the way you want someone to touch you.” After a couple of minutes I realized I was starting to feel good with what she was doing. And it was making my tummy do strange things, sort of a warm glow that was spreading lower. I saw that her face was getting flushed and her mouth was open. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her.
I tried to speak, but my throat was suddenly too dry. I cleared it, which made her look at me, and whispered, “lower.” She blinked, and then slowly moved her left hand down between my legs. I guess maybe those boys playing with my breasts for almost twenty minutes primed the pump, as they say, because when her fingers reached my very wet cunt, well, I could feel my eyes cross and my knees went weak. Fortunately there was the cafeteria wall behind me to lean against or I would have fallen. I have this vague impression of her very wide eyes staring at me as she rubbed her fingers across a very sensitive button to which the boys had not paid much attention. It blew me away it came so fast. I clamped my thighs shut on her hand and bent forward, gasping and leaning against her. She was too startled to move.
It felt like my whole body had melted in a blast of heat centered on my crotch. I could barely stand up, and if the girl I was leaning on let go, I would just fall to the ground. Bit by bit the heat retreated, leaving a warm glow all over. Wow. I’ve rubbed myself, but never with results like this. I could get to like this.
I gradually became aware that we were in the center of a small half-circle of amazed students. Even the guy whose hands were on Jamie’s tits was staring at us, as was Jamie. He abruptly looked at his hands and dropped one of them to Jamie’s crotch. I don’t think he knew exactly what he was doing, but, like me, after thirty minutes of being fondled, she was hot and ready. In addition, she had just seen me do it. He only rubbed her there a couple of times and then she gasped, yelled “AHHHHHHHH, UMMMMMM, AHHHHH,” and practically wrapped herself around his arm.
I’m sure every student within earshot on the patio area in front of the cafeteria was staring our way. God was she noisy. I had learned to suppress my reactions at home, not that I needed to do that more than once every couple of months. But still, I noticed a lot of smiles, and heard some laughter, from our audience. Well, at least they found it entertaining. Better that they laugh than jeer, as had happened to me before. I saw one teacher poke her head out of the cafeteria to see if any of us needed help, and at least two others at the edges of the patio were checking things out as well.
Slowly I straightened up. I wasn’t squeezing the girl’s hand between my thighs anymore, but she didn’t remove it. “Wow,” I said, smiling at the girl who had just brought me off, “I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.” She got this really scared look, pulled away from me, and literally ran off, pushing her way through the crowd around us.
What? What had I done wrong? I was supposed to be letting students do things like this; this was supposed to be a learning experience for everyone. She was acting like she already knew I was a slut. Stunned, I sat down and started to cry. It was so unfair. I was trying so hard to do what they wanted me to do and it wasn’t working. I had hoped that being in high school would somehow make things better, but everything just seemed to be getting worse. I couldn’t see my father, my brother, well, I guess I didn’t miss my brother, but at least he held me sometimes and made me feel good. What was wrong with me? Boys scared me, and girls were scared of me – except maybe Jamie. But that wouldn’t last long, I knew. And now I was crying and everyone was staring at me and I couldn’t stop. Shit.
I slowly realized someone sitting beside me on my left, holding me. “It’s all right, you’re safe.” It was Jimmy. What was he doing? He should be over there with Jamie, bringing her off instead of letting some strange kid she didn’t even know the name of do it for him. God, life was fucked up. I wished that girl, or any girl, actually, was holding me instead of Jimmy. God, I was fucked up. But at least I knew Jimmy was somewhat safe. If he was as interested in Jamie as he made it look, then he wasn’t about to do anything to me. Ditto, if he was gay. “Rub my nipples,” I told him.
“What?”
I looked up at him through teary eyes, “Rub my nipples!”
He stared at me, shrugged, and moved his right hand from my shoulder to my breast and started massaging it, and then moved his left hand to my left tit and did the same thing. I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder. He was safe. He would do only what I told him. If I asked him to stick his finger in me, he would, but only if I asked. After a minute or so, I did that. But I didn’t ask, I guided his hand do to my crotch and spread my legs. “Be very gentle,” I whispered, “it’s still very sensitive there. If the guys wanted to watch, that was fine with me, a guy I could trust was lightly fingering my cunt. Well, at least, most guys didn’t care if I was a slut. They just wanted their turn at my cunt.
What he was doing felt nice, was comforting, and before I knew it the passing bell rang. Jimmy helped me to my feet and escorted Jamie and me to our next class, with a brief stop in the boy’s bathroom (Jamie and I had to pee so bad it wasn’t funny).
Just like every time yesterday when I went to the toilet, a boy in the bathroom asked to watch. I don’t understand the fascination, but hey, if that’s his request I have to cooperate. I spread my legs wide enough for him to see clearly. It seemed to satisfy his curiosity. Jimmy seemed embarrassed, but watched Jamie as she peed, too. I think she may have asked him to keep another boy from asking first.
Every time someone came to us with a request, Jimmy told him they had their chance at lunch and that we were hurrying to class because we didn’t want to be late. I think he even made it to his own class on time, too. I think he’s a good guy at heart, a little naïve perhaps, but a good guy.
Second period was a strange class called “Career Planning.” From the syllabus I figured out that its main job was to teach us how to get jobs and handle the mundane tasks of living, like balancing checkbooks, filling out tax returns, and how to make resumes. I think this is the newer, more modern version of Home Economics. It also featured this week’s only male Program Participant in the Freshman class. He was standing uncomfortably at the front of the room by the teacher, with an obvious erection.
I recognized him from the auditorium stage yesterday. I had been beside a heavyset girl when he walked up to her. He had stood there for a moment and then taken a big breath. “Uh, look, I’m sorry . . . about what I said, about you being . . . fat. That was mean and . . . I don’t usually say things like that. So, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” And then he left, his stiff thingy wagging in the air like an arrow pointing the way for him to go.
Ms. Hamilton, the teacher, announced, as soon as the bell rang, “As it says in The Program booklet, a male Participant may request relief at the beginning of a class. I notice that we have a male Participant,” she looked at him, “Mr. William Van Zandt, would you like relief?” He gave a brief nod. After what I saw the girls doing to The Program guys was any indication, he probably was desperate for relief. I looked around and saw a few of the girls looking interested, but no hands. I sighed and raised my hand.
He hadn’t had to apologize to the heavyset, well, fat, girl, but he had. That showed guts, and a certain amount of character. Everyone gets to be an asshole once in a while, but at least he had tried to redeem himself. He should get a reward for that at least.
The teacher waved me on up. She pulled a chair over as I got there and had him sit down. Being in front of a class would be intimidating to a guy, and even if he was ready to go the embarrassment factor might take a while to overcome. I wanted this over as soon as possible. I kneeled between his legs and looked. Yep, he was ready to go. He had a nice sized thingie, about six inches long, not very thick, but the head was swollen and dark purple. I grasped his thingie around the base with my left hand and pulled him forward so that his butt was at the edge of the chair and his balls dangled down where I could easily fondle them with my right hand.
I looked up at him and whispered, “This is your reward for apologizing to that heavyset girl yesterday on the stage.” He stared at me in astonishment. I leaned forward, took the bulbous end of his thing in my mouth, and started sucking. He groaned, “Oh, god.”
From my brother and his friends I had learned what worked fastest. I slowly pushed his thingie all the way into my mouth, not stopping until my nose was pressed into his crotch, then just as slowly pulled back, with my left hand following my mouth on the way up. William tried to put his hands on my head, but I released his balls and fended off his hands each time until he quit. I repeated the slow swallow but this time kept my hand in place. To him it felt like another deep swallow when it wasn’t.
I did this swallow and release twice more, gently fondling his balls the whole while. As I started the fourth time I felt the familiar shrink of his balls as the muscles contracted and started the sperm on their way. I put both hands on his thingie, sliding my left hand down his wet thingie to make room for my right. My brother’s friends had said that when I did that it felt like I was deep-throating them when all I had was the very tip of their thingie in my mouth. And then I sucked hard. Almost immediately he filled my mouth with his stuff.
Most girls have trouble with this, I have been told, and many choke. It’s not that there’s a lot of it, it’s only about a tablespoon or two, but when your mouth is full of a guy’s thingie, there isn’t much room for anything else. My way lets me easily swallow the stuff while making the guy think my mouth is full of his thingie. I opened my mouth a fraction wider and forced a cough and some of his goop out, as if I were choking. For some reason, guys really like it when they think their pitiful tablespoon of stuff is so much that the poor girl can’t take it all. All the porn stories go on and on about how the guy is shooting off a gallon of the stuff in the girl. Oh, sure, two balls smaller than golf balls are going to hold a gallon of liquid. Give me a break. Their balls would have to be the size of bowling balls to hold that much stuff.
And I keep sucking until he tells me to stop. That’s another trick. Most girls just let the guy spray, when he stops, they assume that’s all there is. It isn’t. Just because the muscles have stopped pumping doesn’t mean there’s none left. By continuing to suck, I get that last bit out and it makes the guy think I’m about to suck his balls out his thingie. They love it.
I leaned back and looked at him. He looked like he’d been hit with a baseball bat, with this blank expression and eyes that didn’t quite focus where they were supposed to focus. “See, you can never predict when a good deed is going to be rewarded,” I whispered. I stood and went back to my chair. Everyone was staring at me, including Jamie. Well, what had they expected me to do, actually fuck him? Not for a million dollars.
I saw more than a few of the guys were rubbing themselves, and so were several of the girls. “Ohmygod,” Jamie said as I sat at my desk, “I can’t believe you just sucked him off instead of giving him a hand-job!”
Damn, I never even thought about that. Jeez, how stupid can you get? On the other hand, my brother and his friends had switched from hand jobs to blowjobs many years ago. I just never did them anymore. Well, if there ever were a next time, I would remember Jamie’s suggestion. And hope she wasn’t already beginning to regret befriending me.
After a brief pause she whispered, “What’s it taste like?”
I glanced at her, amused and surprised she didn’t know. “Later.”
Ms. Hamilton had to help William to his feet and then to his chair. It was funny watching him walk. I’m sure it was a good ten minutes before he could pay attention to anything Ms. Hamilton was saying. In fact, it was probably a good ten minutes before anyone was listening to her. As in the previous class, Ms. Hamilton had the three of us who were naked pass out the various handouts during the rest of the class.
Every boy in the class kept looking at me and then looking at William, whose erection returned midway through the class. He spent some time looking back at me as well. I didn’t care; I wasn’t planning on repeating the performance any time soon. Finally the passing bell rang. Most kids were anxious to get to their busses or the rides waiting for them, so we weren’t bothered with too many requests. And we weren’t in a hurry, as Jamie’s mom wasn’t due to pick us up until 4:15 or so.
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Jamie again stayed close to walls as we walked to the Principals Office. When we got to the office the Professor Jackson saw us and came out. “Ladies,” he said, stopping us. “I need a word with you Cindy, would you step into my office please?”
We followed him in. “Cindy,” he said, “We’ve decided that we would like you to speak with one of our counselors everyday after school for about half an hour, to discuss your day and how you’re coping with things now that you aren’t living at your home. I know that Ms. Tietan will be picking you up at 4:15 when she leaves work, so you’ll have the time between then and your last class.” He stopped for a moment, looked at his desktop and sighed, then looked up again. “I know this change was a sudden for you, and everything you have is at your home, so today I’ll be going over with you to your house to pick up clothes and anything else you think you’ll need.”
I think Jamie was disappointed that we couldn’t try to find Jimmy before the buses all left.
He suggested we get dressed, and as soon as we finished, led the way to a van in the parking lot. It was a typical Company vehicle, looking like an oversized, enclosed golf cart, and entirely electric. The solar generation plant that powered the Desalination Project produced more than enough excess to eliminate oil-fueled vehicles from the facility for all but the heaviest work.
A short time later we arrived at my house. I saw Jamie’s eyes widen, and heard her murmur, “Oh my god!” as she realized where we were. Parked in front of the condo was a security car, and two big guys in uniforms got out as we pulled in behind them. Professor Jackson reached behind the seat and handed us a couple of collapsed cardboard boxes. “We’ll need these to carry your things.”
As we headed for the front door, I saw one of the security guards talking to my brother. I slowed a little, letting the Principal and Jamie go ahead of me. I needn’t have worried. The guard motioned to my brother and a moment later he was walking with him across the yard.
It didn’t take long to empty my closet and bureau. Looking at my toys, keepsakes, and such, though, left me in a quandary. Seeing my indecision, Professor Jackson told me, “Just take some of the things you want right now. I’ll have everything else in here placed into storage for you so you can go through it at your leisure.” That was a big relief. I immediately grabbed my jewelry box and a couple of trinkets I especially liked. I also picked out a few things I knew my brother knew I really liked; I didn’t trust him not to take them or break them as soon as we left.
Professor Jackson earned my everlasting trust with what he did next. As soon as we had the boxes out of the room, he locked my window and locked my door. I knew that wouldn’t stop my brother and I almost started to tell him that when the other guard stepped up with a small toolbox. He took out a metal clasp set and drilled it right into the wall and door, closed the clasp, and then put a padlock on it. When he finished he gave the key to me! There was no way my brother could get into my room. Wow. For the first time in six years my things were truly safe from my brother’s meddling.
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Tuesday Evening
It was almost five when we got to Jamie’s apartment, and dinner was nearly ready. Professor Jackson helped us carry the boxes inside and spoke with Jamie’s mom for a few minutes while we went back for the rest.
As we sat down to dinner after the Principal left, Jamie’s mom, said, “Cindy, last night Professor Jackson asked me to let you stay here a little while because of family problems in your home.” She paused to think a moment, and then continued, “He hasn’t told me any specifics since then, but he has asked if I would be willing to let you stay here for the rest of the school year.” I had kind of expected that, given what the Principal had said to us last night. Jamie looked excited and burst out, “Oh, please, say yes mom, please!” After what I had done today she still wanted me to stay here? That couldn’t be right.
“Cindy, I don’t know you and you don’t know us. I have no idea if we can get along well enough for this to work, but I’m willing to try if you are.”
I was willing to try, but I knew already that as soon as they got to know me they would be asking me to leave. I figured two maybe three weeks. But in the meantime, I would do all I could to let Jamie know I appreciated what she had done for me.
She smiled at Jamie, and then me. “I want to be completely honest with you about this, Cindy” she explained, “I want you to know that Professor Jackson has arranged a stipend for you to buy food, clothes, and any other things you need. You might hear from some people that I’m doing this only for that money. I’m not. I’m doing it because Professor Jackson has asked me to do it. And while he hasn’t told me the complete story, what he has told me makes me want to try.”
“Now, we have a three-bedroom apartment here and I’ve been using the extra bedroom as my workspace for my job. Temporarily, at least, you and Jamie will have to share her bedroom until we know if we can live together. Once we’ve established that, I’ll move my computer and files into my bedroom and you can have that bedroom. Okay?”
I nodded, but I knew it would never happen. They would ask me to leave before then.
“Now, then, how was your day?”
Jamie and I gave her a brief recap. We started with Mr. Farnham’s class comparison of our breasts. “Did it feel good?” was all she asked. I noticed that as we went through the rest of our day she seemed particularly interested in how we reacted to all the attention. I was a bit embarrassed when Jamie told her about the girl bringing me off; I retaliated by telling how a boy set her off a few moments later. Her mother appeared a bit uncomfortable about the discussion as she kept shifting and squirming in her chair.
Mrs. Tietan was sympathetic when I told about how the girl left so suddenly, as if what she had done was dirty because she had done it with me.
“Now, that’s not necessarily true, Cindy. Maybe she was just embarrassed. If this was the first time she had touched another girl like that, maybe it scared her. I think it would have scared me. I really don’t think she suddenly decided she hated you or anything.”
And Jamie’s description of the blowjob I gave William was really something. She made it sound much racier than it really was, so I explained how I used my hands to make the guy think I was taking him all the way into my mouth when I wasn’t, and the trick of coughing slightly and pretending it was too much swallow when he squirted his stuff. Mrs. Tietan had a puzzled look, almost frowning, but not quite. I know she understood what I was saying, so why was she puzzled? I added how doing it that way also had the benefit of making the guys go off that much quicker.
Then it struck me. Jamie’s mother was puzzled because she was still working out that I was a slut, she didn’t quite believe it yet. But I knew she would. It saddened me that it was happening so quick, but I knew it was inevitable.
I remembered I hadn’t answered Jamie’s question from earlier in the day. “By the way, Jamie, it tastes salty, slick, not great but not bad.”
Mrs. Tietan unexpectedly said, “I don’t like it.” And then clapped her hands over her mouth, eyes wide.
“Mother!” Jamie exclaimed, scandalized and embarrassed at the notion her mother had ever done anything like that.
Mrs. Tietan sighed, “Jamie, I am a grown woman, and I was married to your father for ten years. We did a lot of things.”
“But, still . . . ” Jamie stopped and shook her head.
“Well, I must say, I used to think I was a woman of the world, but after listening to your escapades of the last two days I almost feel like a nun.” She paused and considered for a few moments, and then mumbled, “Twenty-one people feeling your breasts in ten minutes and,” she looked uncomfortable, “vagina in fifteen minutes. Not to mention in the halls, and at lunch.” She sighed and squirmed in her chair again.
“Well, let’s get some of your clothes, Cindy, into the closet. Jamie, you’re going to have to make room. Let’s go.”
We spent the rest of the evening sorting out clothes and shifting things between boxes until I had two drawers of the bureau and Jamie had two. Jamie took the left side of the closet and I took the right, not that we would need much to wear this week. The extra stuff, things we wouldn’t need for a month or more were put into the now empty boxes and placed in the spare bedroom closet.
Fortunately, Jamie’s bed was a double, so sharing it wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Too soon Jamie’s mom decreed it was time for homework, and then bed. Jamie and I spent the next two hours on homework, primarily reading, and then went to bed. Jamie spent a little time on her computer sending messages and answering email. I didn’t bother. There was no one I wanted to communicate with anyway. I snooped over her shoulder a couple of times, but it was embarrassing to read what she was writing about me to her friends. I guess she really thinks she likes me. That’ll change once she finds out what a slut I am.
I thought about putting on a nightgown, but it seemed rather silly to wear clothes to bed when I had spent the entire day naked. Jamie already had hers on, but took it off when I explained why I wasn’t putting mine on. It was strange to be in bed with someone else, someone who wasn’t trying to shove something where you didn’t want anything to go. I savored the feeling of being my own, and promised myself I would cherish every night in this bed until I had to leave.
“Cindy?”
“Yes?”
“What was it like?”
“What was what like?
“What was it like when that girl, you know, at lunch, was touching you? I mean did you like it when a girl was touching you instead of a boy?”
“Ummm.” I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t reveal what a slut I was.
“The only girls who touched me were in Mr. Farnham’s class, and with so many kids at once I wasn’t sure when it was a boy or a girl.”
“Well,” I said slowly, “I think I liked it better when it was a girl doing the touching, girls, you know, know what’s sensitive and what isn’t. The boys, they just poke or grab.”
“Oh.” She was quiet for a time, I thought she had fallen asleep when she said, very quietly, “Would you touch me? My breasts, I mean.”
I thought about it for a moment. In spite of all the kids coming up to me for both days, I had never touched any of them, except William, of course. I was as curious as she probably was. “Okay.”
I rolled onto my left to face her. She was on her back. I reached out with my right hand and started caressing her breast. After only a few moments the soft pliable mound developed a hard little bead at the top. I experimentally rolled it between my fingers, eliciting a sigh from her. This was interesting, and I was getting a funny feeling in my tummy, again.
I scooted closer and reached across to her other breast, and started playing with it. It, too, quickly developed a hard bead. When I went back to the other nipple, it had flattened out a bit so I teased it up again. I repeated this for several minutes until one time, instead of switching back to the closer breast, I just leaned my head down and licked it. The nipple immediately popped back up as a hard bead. Jamie gasped in surprise, and said softly, “Oh, wow.”
I continued licking it before finally taking it in my mouth and sucking on it. “Oh my god,” Jamie whispered. After a while I slid across her chest and started licking her other nipple while I used my left hand to play with her right breast. She was breathing very hard now. She didn’t seem to notice I was laying across her, that I was bracing my right arm on the bed on her other side.
Meanwhile, she was running her hands slowly up and down my back and through my hair, which felt exceedingly nice. No one had every caressed me like that before. I would miss it when they made me leave.
I was really getting into it; dragging my tongue back and forth across her chest to each nipple. I barely noticed it when I shifted back a little and dropped my right hand down her side to her thigh. As my hand brushed her cunt hair she moaned and spread her legs. I lightly grasped the muscle of her thigh and rubbed her leg, my wrist pressing into the hair in her crotch. I found myself pressing my crotch onto her other leg and rubbing against her. My crotch seemed really hot, and I knew it was wet.
I covered as much of her breast with my mouth as I could and sucked hard, at the same time I shifted my hand off her leg and directly over her crotch. I barely touched her with my fingertips and she pressed her cunt up to meet me. Wow, was she wet! I’ve touched myself there and I don’t recall ever getting that wet! I ran my fingers lightly up and down her narrow slit, spreading the wetness around as much as I could, and gradually spreading apart the lips there. Doing it the way I wished someone would do it to me.
I know where my hot button is, but it took me a few tries to narrow in on hers. A few seconds after I reached it and ran my fingers over and around it, she practically lifted me off the bed arching her back and clamping her legs on my hand. I thought she was going to break it, she clenched so hard. At the same time, she cried out, “AHHHH!” and I felt her drag her fingernails across my back. “AHHHH!” she cried again. She was rocking the bed so hard I was sure it was going to break. “AAAAHHHHEEEEE!” She practically had a death grip on my wrist with her left hand as she tried to force my hand deeper into her cunt while at the same time squeezing her legs together too hard for anything to move. “EEEEEEEEE!” She hit a pitch and volume I thought only opera divas could achieve.
Then she collapsed beside me and taking huge deep breaths, and gasping, “Ohmygod,” over and over. Jesus, I’ve never even heard of someone reacting like that. God, the entire apartment complex must have heard her. Especially her mother, because a moment later there was a knocking on our bedroom door and a worried mother’s voice asking, “Are you all right, girls? Did you have a nightmare?” The door was only partially closed, not latched or anything. How she resisted bursting in I don’t know. My God, there was someone who understood the concept of privacy.
“I’m fine, mom,” Jamie managed to say in a nearly normal voice. I chimed in a second later with, “Yeah, everything’s fine.” I don’t think for a moment that her mother believed us. There was a minute of silence, and then a hesitant, “Well, okay, don’t stay up too late, remember this is a school night.”
I lay beside Jamie with my arm still in her wet crotch, trying to get my bearings. That had been fun, especially knowing I had brought her to such pleasure, but what did it mean, if anything? I was a bit intimidated by all this. Was that what an orgasm was all about? Why couldn’t I do that? I was still horny, but I didn’t know what to do. I realized I really liked Jamie and wanted to do this again with her. But would she? Or would she realize what a slut I was if I asked her? And would she be willing to do it to me? Should I ask her? What if she said no? Well, she had managed to do what no one else had done, given me my body back. Even if she never did anything to me, I knew I owed her all the pleasure I could give her in return for that. At least now I could decide to give pleasure, instead of it being considered a debt someone collected.
“Ohmygod, Cindy, that was fabulous. Is that what it felt like to you this afternoon? It was like you were reading my mind every second, and making my whole body melt. Wow.”
I felt happy, but sad that I had missed out. If she had taken longer to climax, maybe I could have done so, too. Still, this was better than any of the guys I had let mount me. With them I barely had time for lubrication to start before they were finished. And even when they had taken turns, they were all finished before I was even close. This afternoon had been the best climax I had ever had, but still nothing compared to Jamie’s explosive reaction just now. I was happy for her.
I was almost asleep, my hand still in her crotch, cuddled tight against her side when she whispered, “Cindy, are you awake?” I pretended not to hear. I knew if I spoke, I would eventually ask her to do to me what I had done to her, and I couldn’t take the chance she would say no.
Later, I dreamed she whispered, “I love you.” And she kissed my forehead. I dreamed I was crying.