It was a wonderful morning. I just lay in bed luxuriating in the knowledge that my brother wasn’t here. And wouldn’t be here. No pretending to be asleep, no cringing as the bed creaked when he climbed in, no laying in a wet spot of his dripped stuff waiting for him to leave so I could get cleaned up and dressed.
The only one in bed with me was someone I chose to be in bed with, Jamie. She had her arm across my chest, one hand curled around my left breast, the thumb on my nipple. Wow. If I had known girlfriends were so much fun, and so considerate, I would have taken one to bed years ago. I wondered what Mindy would be like in bed, and realized I wanted to find out. Gee, how does one ask a girl out? Although, from what her friends had said yesterday while talking to her, I got the feeling that for me or Jamie asking Mindy would be simple; probably along the lines of, “Hey, wanna screw around?” I could do that.
Jamie was such a dear. She cared. She didn’t have to, she just did. And to think she had never had either a boyfriend or a girlfriend until this week! Who would have thought such love and passion lurked under the surface of, from what her mother had told me, such a quiet mouse of a girl? I sighed. I wondered how long it would last before she discovered I was a slut and made me leave.
Passion. Jimmy. Now there was a puzzle. Jamie clearly was smitten with him; despite what we had done in bed she was very much attracted to boys. Maybe she was, what do they call it, bisexual? She liked both boys and girls.
Jimmy, what was I going to do about that boy? Clueless, he was just clueless, but then all guys are clueless idiots. I’ve watched girls lead boys around in circles, making their lives miserable, toying with them like they were trophies to show off to their friends. No guy ever got a girlfriend who hadn’t wanted him to notice her first. And clueless guys, so wrapped up in themselves that they couldn’t even see a girl who desperately wanted to be noticed, chasing instead some girl who wasn’t the least bit interested in them, except maybe to deny him to another girl they didn’t like. If the guys would only open their eyes and see the girls around them, and listen!
Of course, there were clueless girls, too. Girls who panted after guys who weren’t interested in anything other than what the girl had between her legs. Each one believing that, somehow, she would change that self-centered rotten bastard into a loving, selfless, romantic hero.
Then there was me, the slut. I never had boyfriends, I had guys who wanted to fuck my cunt. Girlfriends? Naw, I knew girls who tolerated and talked to me, but we weren’t friends. You couldn’t be friends with a slut, the reputation might rub off on you. Of course, a guy could be a slut and nobody cared. I had learned long ago that life was unfair.
That was one thing my brother and his friends had taught me well, the same guy who was pumping his stuff in me would be bragging to his best buds about how his latest girl would never believe he wasn’t faithful to her. How a bunch of flowers and an occasional dinner out would convince her all those rumors were just jealous lies, until he dumped her for a different brainless bimbo and repeated the process.
Jamie and Jimmy, though, I got a different signal there. She really did like him, maybe even loved him. And I think he loved her as well, even if he was acting like a stupid geek. There was a time for romance and a time for action. For a girl in The Program, action was needed, not romance. Unless he was the first guy in line every day, at every opportunity, Jamie wouldn’t believe he was interested in her. I wouldn’t believe it, either. Especially because every time he did make a request meant that was time someone else couldn’t. Ignoring your girl during Program week was not romantic; it was failing to protect her. And that stupid drip had fallen into that trap.
Hmmm. Wait a minute, if I wanted to protect Jamie from others, I could make a couple of requests. Not only would guys not get to interfere, no one could ask me because I could legitimately say no, I was busy! Hot Damn!
But Jimmy, that was whom she wanted, even if she didn’t know it herself. I was going to have to have a conversation with that boy tomorrow, because next week, after The Program, she wouldn’t believe anything he said. And that would be disastrous for them both.
Sheesh, guess that shows just how dumb I am; I’ve got someone who loves me, who wants to make me happy, who fucks like an insane woman, and I’m trying to get her back with her boyfriend. On the other hand, I owe her big time for the last three days. If that means giving her up as a lover, I would do it. I want her to be as happy as I am, and I believe Jimmy can do it. Besides, I knew that Jamie would drop me as soon as she figured out I was a slut, so it really wasn’t that much of a sacrifice for me to get her together with Jimmy.
Of course, if he doesn’t, I know how to make his life miserable for the rest of high school! And by the time I got through, no girl in the region would touch him without putting on rubber gloves first, not even his mother.
The alarm started buzzing. I didn’t jump nearly as high as I did the other day, but that was only because I had looked at it a few minutes ago and knew it was about to sound. I slapped the snooze button as Jamie stirred and opened her eyes. Gosh, what lovely eyes she has. “Hi, love,” I whispered. “Hi,” she whispered back.
This time we managed to get to the kitchen just as Mrs. T. was starting breakfast, and with three of us working at it, breakfast was ready in record time. We chatted a few minutes and then Mrs. T. left for work. Now that we had a good idea as to the time the bus arrived, Jamie and I took our time. We waited in the lobby for a couple of minutes and then went charging out as the bus turned the corner. It was almost perfect timing, we arrived at the bus stop just as the last few kids were boarding and didn’t have to deal with a single request. After yesterday I knew the bus wouldn’t be a grope-filled ride from hell, so I wasn’t nearly as nervous.
A couple of kids held out their hands and let their finger trail along our waists as we walked by, but we got a seat together towards the front so that was all. Fortunately, the bus driver takes his driving seriously and didn’t allow kids to reach over seats or turn around and lean over the backs. When he saw a kid doing that, he would tell him or her to sit properly. If he had to hit the brakes he didn’t want any kids hurt or it would be his ass that got fired, he told us, which meant another reprieve from The Program.
Then came the gauntlet at school. Again we let all the others off the bus first. Some of the other Program kids had learned and waited with us, so it was as a group that we exited. Jamie and I stayed close together and a couple of other girls followed as we tried to make our way to the school.
Today seemed a little more relaxed, everyone had sort of figured out the rules by now, The Program Participants weren’t as harried and the onlookers weren’t as desperate, they knew there would be other opportunities. We didn’t make it very far from the bus before several boys with requests accosted us. Ah, well, time to play the game.
The first guy asked me to spread my legs a bit and pull myself open so he could see what it looked like in the daylight instead of fumbling around in the dark while on a date. That was an easy one, and it wasn’t even uncomfortable. While I did this, another guy asked if he could stand behind me while he felt my breasts. I moved my elbows out a bit from my body and he stuck his arms in the gaps and cupped my breasts. As he fondled me, he asked what it felt like to me.
He wanted, he said, to understand what girls liked boys to do most when fondling. Hey, someone with a clue! Happy to comply in making sure another girl would have a good experience I turned my head and talked to him a bit, “Gently, use your thumb and forefingers to squeeze and roll the nipple. If the girl wants it harder, she’ll ask, but you can never go wrong with starting gently.” And so forth.
Suddenly someone screamed, “NO” and a body slammed into me from the right, knocking both of us down in a jumble, with the third person landing on top of us. As I struggled to disentangle myself I was amazed to see that Jamie had knocked us down. Jamie was sitting up now, half bent over, both hands to her crotch, saying, “Shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit that burns.”
I also saw a kid backing away, the one who had been in front of me. He had what looked like a straw in one hand. Abruptly, Jamie stopped her monotonous chant, pointed at the kid, and ordered, “Stop that bastard.”
He started to run, but three other guys grabbed him. They hadn’t seen exactly what had happened, but if a Program Participant told them to hold a student after an accident, they were going to do it. One of the three pulled the straw out of their prisoner’s hand, who started arguing, “Let me go, I didn’t do nothing!” It didn’t help.
Jamie was saying, “oh shit,” again. By then I had managed to sit up myself, “Jamie, what’s wrong?” She shook her head, “In a minute. Oh shit.”
A teacher pushed his way into the circle around us, “What happened?”
Jamie pointed at the kid being held, “He blew something at me, and shit does it burn!”
Two other teachers arrived. Less than a minute later I was following the teachers as they carried Jamie to the nurses office. I had grabbed the kid who had been behind me and was dragging him along as well.
There were about ten of us in the main office by the time the passing bell rang. It took another forty minutes for the Principal to talk to everyone and figure out what had happened.
He came out of his office with the last witness. “Fred,” he said to the guy who had been inspecting me outside, “You are suspended from school for one week, and when you come back you will be in The Program for two weeks.” He turned to the guy that had been fondling my breasts, “And you, Ned, are suspended for three days, and you will also be in The Program for two weeks when you return.” I stared at the guy in shock. He had been an accomplice? I frowned and thought about it. Yeah, he had to have been in on it. If he hadn’t been distracting me I would have been looking down at Fred and he never would have had a chance to do what he had planned. Guys are such bastards.
He studied the pale and chastised students. “You are a very lucky, boys. That pepper is strong enough to cause burns on sensitive tissue, that’s why cooking recipes dilute it by adding lots of liquids. If you had managed to put it where you intended Cindy here would be on her way to the hospital and you both would be expelled and facing assault charges.”
If anything, the two boys looked paler than before.
“I’ll be calling your parents in a minute, but before I do that I’ll need to talk to your brother, Fred, to see what part he played in this. In the mean time, wait in that office.” He pointed to a currently empty counselor’s room. Looking like they had been sentenced to death, the boys slowly walked in and closed the door.
“As for the rest of you,” and he looked at all of us in turn. “Thank you for your cooperation in this matter. Feel free to tell you classmates what happened. Assaulting a student is taken seriously at this school and will not be tolerated.”
He had the secretary make out late excuses for everyone else, and brought Jamie and me into his office. He sat behind his desk and ran his hands over his face for a moment. We just stood there uncertainly, not sure if we were in trouble or not. Apparently, he wasn’t sure either.
He put both hands on his desk and took a breath. “Cindy,” he started, “I’ve been told that yesterday, after lunch, you, ah,” he paused a moment before continuing, “ah, helped a male Program Participant get relief in the hall on the way to his class.”
I nodded, “Yes.” I was such a slut. I had been so horny I couldn’t stand it when I saw him. I hadn’t even cared that Jamie was watching. She had obviously been shocked to see me do that, behaving like an amoral slut. I wonder why she hadn’t said anything about it.
“Uh huh,” he pursed his lips. “And you did this by sexual intercourse?”
I again nodded and said, “Yes.”
“Who suggested this course of action?”
I frowned, “Suggested?”
“Did he ask you to do it?”
“Oh. No. It was my idea.”
“Your idea.”
“Yes.”
He stared at me. “Explain, please.”
“Well,” I began, “We were only a couple of rooms away from our English class when I saw this guy with a big thingie, you know, erection? And I was, um, really, um, horny,” I was embarrassed at actually describing what had happened. It had seemed like the thing to do yesterday, but thinking about it now, well I could feel my face heating up as I blushed. I saw Jamie blushing, too, and all she had done was watch!
“Um, you know, from lunch, with all the, um touching? Well, I knew I couldn’t ask for relief in class and there aren’t any boy Program Participants in our class, so I stopped this guy and asked if he needed relief. He said yes, so I just, you know, did it.”
Professor Jackson stared at me for a moment, then sighed. “You just did it,” he said flatly.
“Um, yeah.”
He sighed again. “All right. The Program guidelines clearly state that intercourse is not allowed as a request from a student. However, he plainly did not request relief from you, you offered it to him. And you also offered the method of relief, he did not ask for it. So if both students are agreed to a request, and he clearly agreed to your offer, no infractions of the rules took place.” He sighed again and was silent for a moment. “Nevertheless, we can’t have Program Participants fucking like bunnies in the halls. Consider this a warning, and tell the other Program Participants, that even voluntary sexual intercourse is not allowed in the halls or on the grounds of the school. Nor is it allowed at school events. There is just too much danger of coercion or misunderstandings. Is that clear?”
We both nodded and answered, “Yes, sir.”
“Next, Cindy, do you have your implant yet?”
I looked at him, puzzled.
He frowned. “Don’t you remember? We told you on Monday you had to get an implant to prevent accidental pregnancy.”
“Oh, that,” I said, “No.”
He looked stunned. “You haven’t made an appointment yet?”
It was my turn to sigh, exasperated, “And how would I do that? I don’t have any money. And who would I call?”
He buried his face in his hands for a moment, his elbows on the table, and then leaned back in his chair. “I’ll make an appointment for you this afternoon. The nurse will take you over to the doctor’s office after school and take you home. Don’t worry about paying him, your father will be billed.” He leaned forward, picked up his pen, and grabbed some notepaper.
He scribbled three notes and, standing, handed them to us. “Jamie, this is your late excuse for your teacher and an explanation to everyone else that you are exempt from any below-the-waist requests.” He escorted us to the door of the admin office.
As soon as we were a few feet away I asked Jamie, “Okay, what happened out there?”
“Well,” she said slowly, picking her words carefully, “I was beside you with a guy groping my titties when I happened to look over at you. I saw that kid, Fred, squatting in front of you looking up at your vagina. I didn’t really think anything about it until I saw him pull a short drinking straw out of his shirt pocket. The ends of the straw were bent over as if something was inside that he didn’t want to leak out. I saw him straighten the straw. It was only when he took a breath and started to put it to his mouth that I realized what he was going to do.
“I just knew I had to do something, and fast. If I hit him it wouldn’t stop him and if I knocked him over he would still blow whatever it was at you. So I threw myself sideways towards you, hoping to knock you out of the way.” She paused and sighed, gently rubbing herself between her legs. “I didn’t realize I would be where you were when he blew the powder out of the tube. Fortunately, only a little bit actually hit me there, the rest was on my legs. I thought I had escaped, but then it started burning.”
I knew the nurse had examined her and declared no real harm done. Only a small amount of the powder, cayenne pepper, had actually hit the sensitive skin of Jamie’s vulvae. Cayenne pepper is hot when you taste it in food, and it burns just as hot when it goes out, I can’t imagine how much it would hurt to get a full blast of that right on your unprotected vagina.
Jamie had saved me again! But why would anyone want to hurt me? What had I done? Nothing, as we found out later; it seems that Fred is a Freshman, and his brother, a Junior, is Sam. The same Sam that Jamie pasted on Monday at lunch. Fred had believed that Jamie had lied and gotten his brother in trouble. Kid brother had decided a little revenge was in order, and like all muscle-headed jocks had resorted to a locker room prank. For boys that’s putting itch powder in the victim’s jock straps. He didn’t have that powder, but he figured pepper would work just as well.
Unfortunately for me, or maybe fortunately for Jamie and me, Fred couldn’t believe a small girl like Jamie had knocked down his brawny brother. So when Sam had pointed Jamie out to him at lunch he had assumed I was the one Sam was pointing at because we were walking together. If he had gotten it right, Jamie would have been seriously hurt, because I certainly wasn’t looking out for her while I had been talking to that guy behind me.
We walked on to class in silence. I couldn’t believe that Jamie had done it again. How was I ever going to repay her? And why had she done it? She had to know by know that I was a slut. First, the way I had sucked off that William guy, and second the way I had fucked that other kid in the hall. I resolved to be the best friend possible for as long as she let me be her friend. I certainly wasn’t going to be embarrassed about those scratches on my back. If anything they showed I was paying back Jamie’s kindness.
We had barely arrived in class when the announcement system came on.
“Attention all students and faculty. This is Professor Jackson. I’m sorry to interrupt regular classes, but I have two announcements to make this morning. First, many of you noticed a disturbance before school today. Because of an unprovoked assault on a fellow student, Fred Thoresen and Ned Barkley have been suspended from school. In addition, because they assaulted a Program Participant, when they return they will be Program Participants for two weeks.
“Second, on a more pleasant note, I am pleased to announce that our first weekly after-school dance will be held this Friday from seven until eleven o’clock in the cafeteria. Each week one of the four classes will sponsor a dance for all students and their dates. Admission will be reasonable and set by the sponsoring class. Program Participants and their dates will attend free. This Friday’s dance is sponsored by the faculty and is free to all attendees. I hope to see many of you there. Further details are posted on the bulletin board opposite the offices.
“Thank you”
Friday night dances? Sounded interesting, but I knew no one would ask a slut to one so I just dismissed it out of my mind. On the other hand, maybe I could get Jimmy to ask Jamie out. That might get things back to normal for them.
Physical Education was basketball today. Coach spent about twenty minutes going over the rules and showing us how to dribble and shoot the ball. Then she divided us into four teams and set us up on the two indoor basketball courts. After about twenty minutes of us fumbling around on the floor, she called us all back together and had us review the rules. Then she showed us how to shoot the ball, pass the ball, and other things you needed to know to play the game. After we had practiced these for a while, we split up into teams again and played a game.
I had learned basketball at my previous school and understood the rules pretty well, but almost three hours of basketball was more than a bit tiring. But I could see that our fifth game was a big improvement over the first one. Finally we were dismissed to the showers.
Jamie and I trudged into the boys’ shower only seconds before their coach sent them in as well. Only needing to remove our sneakers gave us a few moments of peace and quiet in the showers before the first guys came in. It was apparent they had forgotten that Jamie was in The Program because the first guy almost fell down trying not to walk into her. In a moment we had twenty-some guys surrounding us, all with wicked stiff thingies. My being there totally flummoxed them, but not for long. In less time than it takes to tell, Jamie and I each had several guys vying for the privilege of soaping (feeling) us up. I followed Jamie’s lead as she simply held her arms out and told them, in a rather startling imperial tone, “Make me clean.” Oh, boy, did they.
I’ve never felt anything like that before. There were four guys around me and they were rubbing soap everywhere! Not roughly, but real slow, with lots and lots of suds. I don’t think my breasts have ever been that clean before as all four guys took turns scrubbing them. I saw Jamie taking advantage of the situation by grabbing the guys’ thingies and stroking them with soap she scooped off her stomach. It looked like a good idea so I did it, too.
After several minutes of this Jamie and I were completely covered by a screen of soap bubbles, and several of the guys had squirted stuff that was definitely not soap onto my sides and stomach. My brother and his friends had made me do a lot of things, including several of them at once, but this was actually fun! When any of the guys got a little too enthusiastic below my waist, all I had to do was say stop and he did. And he apologized! That was such a shock that I didn’t even mind when one guy started rubbing his thingie between my butt cheeks and pressing against my back. I know he squirted because I could feel the warm stuff splashing against my back.
Finally, all the guys had had a chance to grope us under the guise of helping us. Then, after we rinsed off, Jamie asked, “Would someone please help me dry my back?” and we were off again! It was wonderful! We were in control, the guys were great, and we were all having fun. I almost regretted hearing the final bell ring – we had missed the passing bell completely by now.
We didn’t have to worry about getting dressed and just slipped into our sandals, so while the remaining guys were struggling into their clothes, Jamie and I headed for the cafeteria.
Being late meant the lunch line was long so we wasted about half our time there. When we finally passed the cashier and looked around we saw Jimmy had again held two places back for us. Jamie’s expression went from pleased at being remembered to angry with Jimmy in about one second. I stepped past her and made a beeline for the table he was at. I knew, hoped, actually, that she would follow me instead of trying to find a place by herself. I sat by Jimmy, leaving the empty chair on my other side. That way if she wanted to see or speak to him she would have to make an obvious effort. You can’t snub someone if they can’t see you. And it just doesn’t work if you have to go out of your way to attract someone’s attention so you can snub them.
Almost as soon as we sat down everyone was asking what had happened that morning. I let Jamie do all the talking, which would keep her from noticing I was talking to Jimmy. “All right, you dumb dweeb, have you figured out what you did wrong yet?” I had turned towards him just enough to get his attention and not Jamie’s. He was trying to listen in to Jamie’s story and gave me a puzzled look. I stomped on his foot, which is kind of hard to do in sandals, but I managed.
“Ow!” He looked at me this time, and I repeated my question. He looked at the table and mumbled, “No.” Clueless, just clueless. “Okay, twit, think. You’re in The Program, every student in school is coming up and asking to touch you, and the girl who claims to love you refuses to touch you unless you specifically ask her. Wouldn’t that make you feel like maybe she really didn’t like you? Or perhaps found your body repulsive? Especially if you already think your body is unattractive? And if you had to ask her to touch you wouldn’t you feel a little like you were begging?”
“No,” he said, “I . . .”
I held up my hand and stopped him. “But how do you know that’s what she thinks?”
He frowned, and then said, “Oh.” His eyes widened, “OH.” Then his jaw sort of dropped open a bit, “Oh, god!” He stared at me, aghast.
I turned my back on him and started listening to what Jamie was saying as I finished eating.
The second section bell rang and we gathered our stuff and started to leave. “Tomorrow,” Jamie suggested, why don’t we get the tables by the doors? That way we can be the first ones out and there won’t be a big crowd waiting for us.” Now that sounded like a dynamite idea.
As soon as we were outside I pulled Jamie over to the side and faced her. “I have a request.” She stared at me like I had lost my mind. “Spread’em, and hold your self open. I want to see what I’ve been playing with the last two nights.” I growled as I heard someone behind me gasp. I smiled at her, broadly, and carefully whispered, “And no one else can bother you while I’m doing it.”
She gave me a tentative smile back and did as I asked. I crouched and just looked. Even though I have very intimate knowledge of how a guy’s thingie looks, I’ve never seen a girl up close. I took my time. It was pink and I could see a bit of angry red along the side where the pepper had landed. It looked awful, but whatever the nurse had put on it seemed to prevent it from bothering Jamie. I could see her clit poking out from under the fold of skin that protected it, a small knob of flesh. I knew how it tasted and how it would feel to run my tongue on it, but the Principal’s exemption was in my mind and I didn’t want people to think it was okay to ignore it.
Her vagina was a small hole at the bottom of her vulvae, looking remarkably like an asshole but much pinker and with a visible hole in the middle that just begged you to put your finger in it to see how deep it was. I was sorely tempted to stick out my tongue and taste it, like I had last night. I stalled as long as possible, but finally had to relent and stand up. I reached out and gently tweaked her nipples to make them stand out. “Thanks,” I said, “That’s amazing.”
She grinned back at me, “Now it’s my turn.”
Startled, I looked at her for a moment, and then grinned, “Of course.”
We traded positions. I whispered, just as she started to kneel, “On your knees, bitch, on your knees.” She gave me a startled look and then smothered a giggle. She stared as I had. I knew I was wet, and I knew it was because it was Jamie looking at me while all these students around us watched. Most of them had guessed how my back got scratched and that added to my excitement. My lover was taking a good look and nobody could say she couldn’t.
After a minute or so, I egged her on, “Go ahead, you can touch, I’m not the one with the exemption for the day.” She smothered another giggle and began stroking me, tracing the perimeter of my vulvae with a fingertip. She wasn’t trying to excite me, but that’s what she did. If she had taken a few more minutes she might have been able to set me off.
The punk girls were back and this time they were all wearing black t-shirts and short skirts with chains and zippers on them. Mindy’s t-shirt said “my pussy can beat your pussy” below a drawing of that mean looking cat, who this time was wearing boxing gloves, and her skirt was hot pink. Kell’s t-shirt said “I want you to know that even though I am talking to you, as soon as you leave I will be making fun of you” and her skirt was divided horizontally between black cloth above and a pink tartan below. The dividing line was slightly skewed so there was more black than tartan on the left side. Kay’s t-shirt said “I have nothing to say” and her skirt was solid black, and Dee’s t-shirt said “you are the last person I would want to hurt, but you’re still on the list” and her skirt was a green tartan with black trim. Did they coordinate their clothes the night before?
They were watching us with some amusement, although the moment Mindy saw me looking at her, she pouted, and mouthed, “when’s my turn?” I think I’m going to have fun with her when it’s her turn in the program. Hmm, why wait?
Jamie stood and stared into my eyes. Both of us had hard little nipples by then. I almost changed my mind about helping Jimmy, but then I heard someone clear their throat. Mindy, I noticed, looked most annoyed that someone spoke up before she did. It was Jimmy, of course.
I put my wrists on Jamie’s shoulders and motioned to Jimmy with one hand knowing Jamie couldn’t see me doing it. Then I turned Jamie to face him. This should be interesting, because I could feel Jamie’s shoulder’s tensing up under my hands.
He stepped close to her, “Um, Jamie, I’m sorry. I thought that with everyone making requests that my not making a request would be different, that you would think better of me because I wasn’t trying to grope you using The Program as an excuse. I screwed up big time.” He paused to try to gauge her reaction, I guessed. “If you don’t mind, could I make a request? If you don’t want me to, I’ll understand.” He stopped and stared at her, then looked at the ground. The boy was embarrassed! From his brash actions before I thought him beyond that. Maybe he did like her.
I leaned forward until my mouth was beside her ear, “Say yes,” I whispered.
Startled, she asked, “Yes?” And tried to turn towards me. I still had my hands on her shoulders and so I held her steady as she twisted her neck to look at me.
“Oh, thank you!” Jimmy said and stepped closer. “I would like to touch your breasts again,” he said, “if you don’t mind.”
She jerked her head back to face him and I knew she was about to tell him off. A bit more forcefully I said, right in her ear, “Shut up!”
She tried to face me again, but I held her straight. As I had hoped, Jimmy, clueless male Jimmy, was too relieved at what he saw as being forgiven to notice the little byplay of my manipulating Jamie into giving him that impression. He gently stroked her nipples, which I gleefully saw, immediately popped out into stiff little nubs. Jamie was trapped and knew it. She couldn’t suddenly tell him stop without causing a major scene and attracting a teacher. Just not liking a specific someone touching her wouldn’t be a good enough reason to deny a request.
“Come on,” I whispered in her ear, “you know you want him to do that. And its certainly nicer having him do that instead of some loser who just wants to grope as many girls as he can. Besides, you have the rest of the year to get him to prove he means what he says, why not take advantage of him in the meantime? God knows, guys take advantage of girls all the time.”
I stepped away from Jamie, then, and smiled at Mindy, arching my eyebrows in a query. She grinned and promptly stepped over. “Well,” I said as she came closer, “does someone want to make a request?”
She stopped in front of me and smiled, “Bitch.”
“Takes one to know one,” I said lightly.
She tweaked my nipples, which were already hard. Oh, that felt good, and I half closed my eyes in appreciation of it.
She began running her palms over my breasts. “How did you meet Jamie, I mean, you’re not related are you?”
“She saved my life. And we’re not related.”
She saved your life?” Mindy was a little skeptical.
I opened my eyes and stared into hers. “Yes. And I don’t want to talk about it.” My nipples were flat again, and Mindy noticed. She pinched them lightly between her fingers trying to tweak them out again.
“Oh. Um, where do you live, which complex?”
“D-4, Apartment 12.
“Is it close to Jamie’s place?”
“It is Jamie’s place.”
“You’re living with Jamie?”
“Yes.” I was starting to get annoyed at this questioning. “Look, I’ll save you a little time here. I’m living at Jamie’s place for the rest of this year.” Or at least until they figure out I’m a slut and throw me out, but I wasn’t going to volunteer that bit of information. “In fact, I’m sleeping in her room, in her bed, with her. No, we didn’t know each other before this happened. Yes, her mother knows that we’re doing things with each other. Yes, I have a family. No, this wasn’t their idea. Yes, they’re living here at Blue Water. No, I do not want to talk about them, nor why I’m staying with Jamie. No, this wasn’t Jamie’s mother’s idea either.
“And I think you’ve had quite enough time and it’s someone else’s turn, unless you have any other questions you want to ask.” I was staring daggers at her. Damn her for ruining a good mood.
“As a matter of fact I do,” she said, her hands still on my breasts. “Would you go to the dance with me tomorrow night? If you don’t have something else already planned, that is.”
I was stunned. I stared at her a moment, my mind racing. Wow. Hmm, this could work out well. “Depends,” I said, glancing over at Jimmy and Jamie, who were too occupied in each other to notice us. “If you’ll tell that clueless numbskull Jimmy to ask Jamie out we can go doubles.” She opened her mouth, but I cut her off, “I mean later, not where Jamie can hear. It has to look like his idea, and you have to clue him in on how a girl really wants to be treated.” I gave her a hard look. “I’m serious. I want her to think he’s the best thing since sliced bread.” She glared at me, but I glared right back. “Otherwise, this is the closest you’ll ever get to either of us in bed.” I smiled, a real sly smile. “Play your cards right and you could get us both at a sleepover.” I could see the light dawning in her eyes as the possibilities began to stack up.
“Okay,” she said cautiously, “but if you’re yanking my chain . . .”
I laughed lightly, “Honey, the only time I yank someone’s chain is after I’ve wrapped it around their neck. You get clueless Jimmy up to speed and I’ll make you think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“I’m not screwing him,” she said, her tone flat.
“I don’t want you to, and neither does he. I just want him educated on how a girl expects to be treated. I figure you four can certainly give him the low down on how a girl wants to be treated as opposed to how he thinks a girl wants to be treated.” I paused. “Look at them.” I inclined my head towards the two in question. “You can see she’s crazy about him and desperately wants him to like her just as much. Right now she’s mad at him,” Mindy snorted at that. And watching how Jamie was leaning into Jimmy, eyes half-closed in pleasure, I had to agree it didn’t look like she was mad at him.
“Yeah, I know,” I said, “But as soon as he gets out of sight she’ll be mad he’s been ignoring her for three days.” Mindy slowly nodded.
It was almost pitiful the way she caved in at the end. It must be almost as lonely for her to be a lesbian as it was for me to be a slut. I think that while the punk girls might be occasional lovers, only Mindy was a committed lesbian. And there couldn’t be too many of those in this school. But at least she was in charge of deciding who she screwed and when. And now, so was I. And I was going to screw her.
“Now, Bitch,” I said, “lick me.” And to my everlasting astonishment, she dropped to her knees and did.
The crowd around us, about a dozen guys or so, gasped as Mindy knelt. I gasped a moment later as her tongue hit my clit. The three punk girls moved closer. I wasn’t sure if it was to get a better look or to shield us from the vultures. A moment later when I staggered a bit under Mindy’s ministrations, Kay grabbed my left arm and draped it over her shoulder, inviting me to let her hold me up. Then she started caressing my left breast. She held my arm with her right hand so I didn’t slip off her shoulders.
Mindy certainly knew her way around down there and she treated me to a demonstration of her skills. Maybe she was trying to convince me to move the date for that sleepover to real-soon-now. “Slow down,” I whispered, “let’s not make this too quick.” I don’t know if she heard me, but Kay did and made sure Mindy knew without telling the whole crowd in the process. Mindy did slow down a bit, but with Kay teasing my nipples and Mindy’s tongue-work it still felt like only seconds had passed until I came. And then I came again. And again.
My brother had taught me to be quiet during sex, but I think I broke the silence during the second one. It was a good thing Kay was holding me, or I surely would have fallen during the third one. Mindy stood up and grinned at me cockily as I leaned against Kay, gasping. “So,” she said, “do you want to go to the dance Friday?”
I looked at her through half-closed eyelids. I shook my head, “Only if we’re a double-date with Jimmy and Jamie. And he has to ask her after school today.”
She didn’t like my stubbornness, “Damn, you’re a hard case.”
I straightened and took my arm off Kay. I was unsteady, but upright. “You don’t know the half of it.”
She nodded slowly.
Unexpectedly, Jamie yelled, “AHHHHH.” Scared me half out of my wits, but a quick glance showed she was leaning on Jimmy and he had once again managed to get her to climax just by playing with her breasts. God, I can’t imagine what would happen if those two ever got into bed together, although if I planned things right, I could be there with them. God, I’m such a slut. I’d have to remember to wear earplugs to save my hearing.
“Mindy . . . ”
“Call me Min,” she said absentmindedly,
“Min, you have the rest of lunch to get him to ask her to the dance and to pound some sense into him. Don’t you think you better get started?” She looked at me and then walked over to the two lovers. Dee stepped over to me. “My turn.”
I watched as Jamie slowly recovered. She leaned back against the cafeteria wall, her hands on her knees. A boy hesitantly stepped past Jimmy and asked a question. I didn’t hear what she said, but he started stroking her back.
Kay, Kell, and Mindy surrounded Jimmy and after a short conversation headed away. I hoped they would be able to talk some sense into the boy. If he was serious about marrying Jamie he needed to learn some lessons, pronto.
“Aren’t you going to help?” I asked Dee.
“Naw, they can handle it. Besides, I want to play with these beautiful nipples of yours.”
When the third session bell rang a few minutes later, Dee had a suggestion. “Come on, let’s go to the library. You have homework to catch up on don’t you?”
Now why hadn’t I thought of that?
We grabbed Jamie and headed for the library. Having a destination meant we weren’t just standing there as targets for the vultures. And while we had a few requests on the way, we kept them short by saying we needed to study.
By the time our World History class started after lunch we had both managed to mellow down. Our sitting towels were actually almost dry when we picked them up off the library chairs. And Dee, it turned out was quite a studious person. She gave us a couple of pointers on how to prepare for homework and to organize it for the best use of time. Dee was no dummy
We made it to history class without too much interference from vultures, but they still managed to get us a little wet before we got to the class. The guy seated in front of me asked if he could fondle my breasts while we waited for class to start. It seemed harmless, so I agreed. Jamie, I noticed, also had an admirer. The class bell stopped all that and we began studying the Russian-Japanese war in 1904-05.
The class dragged on and I thought the passing bell would never ring. History is not my favorite subject but I knew I had to slog through it in order to graduate. By the end of class I had decided that nations were just like great big idiotic guys with far too much testosterone. They argued and fought over the dumbest things, and usually fought for all the wrong reasons. And, as usual, the women and children suffered the most.
The boys resumed their fondling almost immediately, and we let them in order to kill a little time to avoid the vultures in the halls. Finally, Jamie called it quits and we headed to the admin office. I was so not looking forward to this. I left Jamie in the main office while the counselor followed me into the interview room.
The interview room was small, almost a square in shape, barely deep enough for the couch that ran along one wall, and not much wider. The foot of the couch was at the wall that held the door, which had a window with blinds on it. The blinds were closed. The couch itself was odd. At the end by the door and for about three-quarter’s of its length it looked like a normal couch with an armrest and back. At the three-quarters point, though, it began to sweep up at an angle until it reached the top edge of the back. If you turned sideways on the couch you could lie back like it was a recliner! Under the tilted part was a shelf with a carafe of water, cups, and several boxes of tissues.
Beside the couch at that end were a small wastebasket and a chair for the counselor. There was a window there as well to provide light. Like yesterday I leaned back against the reclined part and stared at the blank white wall beside the door.
“So, Cindy,” the counselor said, “how are you and Jamie getting along?”
I didn’t even have to think about that. “Oh, she’s wonderful! She cares about me, and looks out for me, and . . . ” I knew I was gushing, but I couldn’t help it, Jamie was just so good. “ . . . you know she saved me again today, that makes three times since I met her. And I’ve never met anyone like her ever. I really like her a lot, no I think I love her.” I stopped, but I know I had a silly grin on my face and I couldn’t help it. I felt the grin start to fade as I realized again it wouldn’t last.
“Do you love her like family, like a brother or a sister?”
I shuddered, “No! I mean . . . I do things to her because I like her. It makes me feel good to do it, because I know she’ll like it, not because I have to.”
“Have to?”
“Yeah, you know what I mean. When it’s your brother and he wants to do something, you have to do it because he’s your brother. It doesn’t matter if you want to or you don’t feel like, you do it because he’s your brother. And if you don’t do it, you’ll get into trouble. It’s an obligation.”
After a brief pause, “Do you love her like a lover?”
I had to think a moment. “No, I don’t think so. When you’re in love you only want to do things with the one you love. Others just don’t interest you as much, at least that’s what I’ve seen. And there’s this girl I met at lunch, Mindy. I think I want to see what it’s like to do it with her. So, no,” more firmly now, “I’m sure I’m not in love with her like that.” I paused, thinking. “I guess it’s sort of a combination. She means a lot to me, now, and I want only the best for her, but I don’t want her just for myself.” A wave of sadness swept over me. “God, I’ll miss her.” I almost whispered.
“Ah.” I could hear scribbling. “Do you think Jamie loves you like family?”
“Oh, god, I hope not. I would be so crushed if she were doing stuff only because she thought she had to do it. Although,” I continued more slowly as I thought it through, “if she were doing it because she thought of me as family, then she wouldn’t stop doing it when she finds out what a slut I am.” And while that wouldn’t make me happy, I could at least pretend otherwise. Plus, I wouldn’t have to worry about being sent to somewhere new.
I thought a moment. “I think she’s doing it because she’s exploring. She’s a virgin, you know, and with me she doesn’t have to worry about getting carried away and losing that and maybe getting pregnant. And I’m safe, she knows I won’t hurt her because I owe her so much. I’d hate myself if I did anything to hurt her.”
“Do you think she loves you as a lover?”
I laughed. “Oh, no. She’s got this thing going with a guy, Jimmy. When you see them it’s real obvious she’s got it real bad. She gets a sappy expression and grins all the time and she can hardly wait to see him. I think maybe he feels the same way, but I’m not sure.” I could hear my voice getting a little edgy, “He’d better, or I’ll make his life miserable.”
“Why?”
“Because Jamie deserves to be happy, and I’m going to make her as happy as I can while I can. If she wants him, then she’s going to get him. If I do this right they’ll be a solid couple before I get sent away.”
“Sent away, what do you mean sent away?”
“Well, when Jamie and her mom figure out what a slut I am, they’ll tell me to leave. After all, nobody really likes a slut. If a girl has a friend who is a slut, she might get that reputation as well. And that would go double if the slut were living with her. I would be so unhappy if Jamie got a reputation as a slut just because we were friends.”
“Why do you think you’re a slut?”
“Because I am. I’ll do it with anything, anywhere, anytime.” There was a long silence and much scribbling. I realized my eyes were wet again and grabbed the tissue the counselor held out to me. I shouldn’t be crying about this. It was a fact and crying never helped.
“Cindy, this is important and I want you to listen to me carefully. You are not a slut.”
I looked over at her. “You don’t know,” I said sadly, “you just don’t know.”
“Cindy, your brother abused you, and he has brainwashed you into thinking something that is just not true. If you call a person a name often enough, they begin to think it’s true, even when it isn’t. That’s what’s happened to you. Your brother and his friends have been calling you a slut for so long you believe it’s true, but it isn’t. You are not a slut.
“Every girl and woman has the right to say “no” when she doesn’t want to do something. Even a wife has the right to say no to her husband. Any time you say no and the guy doesn’t take no for an answer, it’s called rape. And your brother and his friends have been raping you for years.
“It has nothing to do with family. Family members are not supposed to rape each other. Family members do not sell or rent their sisters to others. It’s rape, pure and simple.”
I stared at her. “But,” I had to say this no matter how much it hurt, “but sometimes . . . I didn’t want . . . to say . . . no.” That’s why I was a slut. Sometimes it was fun. Having four guys spend an entire afternoon, three hours, with me, one after the other until I couldn’t think or move. Their goop a big pool, a giant wet spot covering most of my bed, exhausted to the point of oblivion. And I had wanted to do it. I had done it, and more than once, many times more than once.
A heavy sigh from the counselor. “Cindy,” softly, “Cindy, of course you didn’t always want to say no. Sometimes you wanted to be held, sometimes you wanted to feel good. You couldn’t get it emotionally so at least you could feel good physically. Your body is designed to make sex feel good, it’s not your fault. It’s still rape because you had no choice.”
Tears were dripping onto my chest. I grabbed another tissue. “But that’s not all.”
“Cindy, it doesn’t matter. I’m sure your brother and his friends did many things to you, singly, in pairs, and even three at the same time, and they did it repeatedly. That doesn’t make you a slut. You didn’t have a choice. They were forcing you and lying to you. They only wanted sex, you as a person didn’t exist for them, and if they could keep you from telling anyone then they could continue to rape you as long as they wanted. And part of that lie was to make you think no one wanted to be your friend. That you were a slut and that nobody wanted a slut as a friend. And that’s not true.
“You’re only a slut if you decide you want to be a slut. And you never made that decision.” There was a brief pause as the counselor handed me another tissue. “Would you call a girl who was attacked on the street and gang-raped a slut?”
I shook my head.
“And why not?”
“Because she was attacked,” I said quietly.
“Right. And you were attacked as well. It wasn’t on a street, it was in the so-called safety of your home. Just as the street-rape victim has no choice so you had no choice. You are not a slut. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to have friends, both boy and girl. And you will, if you’ll let them.”
I wasn’t so sure. There were other things as well. I laid back and stared at the wall. “But I like sex.”
The counselor snorted. “So do I.”
I sighed heavily. “There’s more,” I whispered.
“Let me guess. One of your brother’s friends had a dog.”
I spun around and stared at the counselor. “How . . .?
“Did I guess? Let’s just say I’ve had a lot of experience with bastards like your brother. And make no mistake, someone who would rape his sister for years, share her with his friends, and even sell her body out at times, that person is a perverted bastard of the worst kind.” Gently, the counselor continued, “It wasn’t your idea, Cindy, you didn’t suggest it, or if you did it was because one of them had already suggested it. Isn’t that right?”
I nodded again because I couldn’t speak.
There was a discreet knock on the door, and then the door opened a crack, just enough for them to speak but not see into the room. “Excuse me,” the person outside said, “but it’s almost time for her doctor’s appointment.” The door closed again.
“Cindy,” the counselor continued, “you can say no. I want you to start saying no.”
“No. Not to Jamie,” I shook my head. Whatever she wanted I would give her. I owed that girl. And besides, I knew she would never ask anything of me that could remotely be considered hurtful. Anything she did ask would be fun for both of us.
The counselor nodded, “Okay, but no more sex in the hallways with guys you don’t know. If you’re that turned on, that horny, make yourself wait until you get home or until you can satisfy yourself. Can you promise me that?”
I would think about it, but I nodded. I’m a slut; nothing is going to change that. I sighed. God but my life was fucked up. I dried up my tears as best I could as I unsteadily stood up.
Jamie was waiting for me, grinning like a fool, as I stepped back into the main office. Just seeing how happy she was made me smile. “You’ll never guess what happened,” she gleefully announced. She didn’t wait to hear my guess, like a puppy she bumbled onward, too eager to tell me her news. God, I love it when something works the way it’s supposed to work.
“James asked me to the dance!” She was bouncing up and down she was so excited. And watching her little breasts bobble up and down made my eyes hurt. God, I was going to miss her. “I’m going to ask mom, but I know she’ll say yes.” She spun around in a circle, “I’m so happy. I’ve never been asked out before.”
I hated to leave because I wanted to know exactly what Jimmy had said. I wanted to know if Mindy and company had done a good job, or just told him to ask her. But the school nurse hustled me on out to her car and off we went to the doctor.
They were surprised when I walked into the office stark naked, but they recovered quickly and soon I was being weighed and having my blood pressure checked. The less I say about the exam, the happier I’ll be. Suffice to say that complete physicals are not fun. Anyway, after some poking, prodding, and listening, the doctor inserted a contraceptive implant in my left arm. He told me to use protection when having intercourse until my next period because the implant wouldn’t be fully operational until then and I could get pregnant if I wasn’t careful. In any case, the in-office pregnancy test showed my brother hadn’t gotten me pregnant last Monday, and neither had the kid from yesterday.
I told him I’d been having unprotected sex for years without getting pregnant and that I didn’t think I would in the next two weeks either, especially since I wasn’t getting fucked on a daily basis anymore. Big mistake. After a fifteen-minute contraception lecture and a stern warning to avoid unprotected sex, he finally let me leave. The nurse drove me straight to Jamie’s place. I walked in only minutes before dinner hit the table.
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Thursday Evening
Dinner was quiet. Ha! No it wasn’t, Jamie spent the entire meal talking about Jimmy asking her out and begging her mother to let her go. I don’t know how she found the time to chew her food, it just seemed to disappear from her plate. And once her mother said yes, she started wondering what the dance would be like. Then she panicked because she didn’t know how to dance. This brought about an impromptu dance lesson in the livingroom. Somehow I got dragged into it too. Her mother tried to show us something she called “swing.” It wasn’t hard to learn and it was fun to do. Getting the coordination right was a bit odd because her mother knew only the girl’s part and so I had to learn the boy’s part by doing the opposite of what Jamie did.
The dance had us holding hands facing each other and stepping together and then apart. She showed me how to spin Jamie, how to pull her into a hug on my left and fling her out, then the same move except on my right, and several other neat moves. The strangest was something she called “the washing machine.” Somehow, we were both individually spinning in place while still holding hands. It felt weird, but it worked fine. Anyway, after about an hour, her mother stopped and told us to do our homework.
Jamie immediately headed for her computer to spread the news and spent the next hour typing messages and email to her friends at her old school about her upcoming date. What a ruckus she would have caused if she could have told her friends back in the US that she would be naked at the dance! She couldn’t though. Her mom must have been as adamant about the non-disclosure agreement she had signed as my dad had been about his. Apparently the penalties were really harsh.
Oh, well, after finishing my homework, I watched Jamie working at hers. She’s really quite cute. With the right haircut and makeup she could be very pretty. I wandered out to the livingroom where her mother was watching some comedy program.
“Mrs. Tietan, can we talk a minute?”
She turned off the TV and watched as I put my towel on the couch and sat down facing her.
“Jamie is really hyped up about this dance and she really wants to make a good impression on Jimmy, uh, James.”
“No kidding, I haven’t seen her this excited about anything for years.”
I smiled. “Well, normally, she’d dress up, but she can’t because this is a school sponsored activity. So I thought maybe you could take her to a beauty salon after school tomorrow and have her hair done up nice, and maybe get a manicure. Then we can dig through our jewelry boxes and set her up to shine.”
Mrs. T. nodded again, smiling, pleased at my suggestions.
I looked down for a moment. “I don’t know anything about makeup, but maybe you could help her out.”
Mrs. T. frowned, “I’m not really very good with makeup.” She paused in thought, “But maybe Hoa Bình, a friend at work, might be able to help.”
“That would be great!”
“Let me make a phone call.” She got up and went to the phone. After dialing and talking for a couple of minutes she came back. “Hoa Bình would be delighted to help.”
“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Tietan. I want this to be a perfect date for Jamie.” I started to get up, “Oh, I almost forgot, I’ll be going to the dance, too.”
“Really? Who is the lucky boy?”
“Um,” I felt my face heat up as I blushed, “I’ll be going with another girl, Mindy.” I almost said it was a double date.
Mrs. T. sat back, astonishment clearly showing on her face. “A girl?” she said faintly.
Uh, oh, I thought, here it comes; she’s beginning to realize I’m a slut.
“Um, yeah, I think we’ll be meeting up with some other girls.” Well, that’s only a little lie; there will be other girls going to the dance.
Mrs. T. still looked troubled. She took a deep breath. “Well, then, I guess I should make an appointment for both of you at the beauty parlor.”
I stared at her startled. “Uh, yeah, I guess so, if you don’t mind.” I had not expected that offer. I wondered why she had made it.
We talked for a few minutes about what had happened this morning and I reiterated my profound thanks to Jamie for saving one more time. That necessitated explaining about the incident on Wednesday in the bathroom. She was astonished at how Jamie had taken control of the situation.
It was almost half-an-hour later that I headed upstairs for bed. Jamie was still reading her homework so I amused myself by going through my jewelry box to see what I could find for us to wear at the dance. I decided on a jade necklace and earrings set with a jade anklet for me and several earring sets that might interest Jamie if she couldn’t find anything suitable among her jewelry.
Admiring the anklet I had a sudden thought and went to the closet. After rummaging through my stuff I found what I wanted. It was a gold link belt. I wrapped it around my waist and set the clasp, the extra length, about six inches, dangled. I pulled it around to several positions until I found one I liked, putting the dangling links across my left hip. I studied myself in the closet door mirror. Yes, the gold belt was a nice touch. I took it off and placed everything I had chosen in one pile on the dresser I shared with Jamie.
Then I did the end of night bathroom things before finally climbing into bed to wait for Jamie. It was close to ten o’clock by the time she joined me and I was half asleep. It was so nice to feel her snuggle up against me and I found myself waking up and responding to that nice feeling.
I gently fondled her breasts for a couple of minutes, taking my time to enjoy the feel of her soft skin and rough-edged nipples. I scooted down a little and nuzzled her breast for a minute before I began licking it. By the time I switched to her other nipple, it was already hard. She was breathing a little harder by then and was doing a little breast fondling herself. It felt so good when she ran her fingertips over my nipples that I had to sigh in pleasure.
Apparently that was the right thing to do because she shuddered as I blew my breath across her stiff moist little nipple. I don’t know how long we continued like this, but by the time I decided to move I know I was very wet between my legs and I certainly hoped she was.
She was, I could tell by the rich smell as I slid lower in the bed, very turned on and wet. I had to be careful because I didn’t want to aggravate that red area in her pussy, so I concentrated on finding her clit with my tongue. Again that seemed to be the correct strategy as she arched her back and pushed my head into her crotch with her hands. At least this time I was too far away for her to reach my back.
I draped myself over her left leg and pressed my cunt against the top of her foot. I started rubbing myself against her as I rubbed her clit with my tongue.
“Oh. My. God.” I heard her whisper, and she scratched my head with her fingernails. The she did something I didn’t expect. She started struggling, leaning forward, and grabbing my arm, pulling me. What the heck was going on? She pulled on me, so I slid back up her body, thinking she wanted me to suck on her breasts again. But before I could do that, she grabbed my right leg and pulled. It took a moment but I caught on and turned around on top of her. She pulled my knees up beside her head and then I felt her grab her pillow and stuff it under her head. A second later I felt her spread my cunt with her hands and touch me there with her tongue.
Oh my god, indeed. She was going to do me at the same time I did her. Where the heck had she come up with this idea? Well, actually, I didn’t care. Instead I devoted my efforts to finding and attacking her clit with my tongue.
It was fun. It was wild. It was hard to concentrate on what I was doing with the distraction she was providing with her tongue. I lost it when she suddenly pushed two fingers into my cunt as she sucked on my clit. I just pressed my face into her and tried not to knock myself off her and the bed as I came. And then came again. And yet again. I had to pull myself up onto my knees and away from her hungry little mouth or I would have fallen off the bed.
It was difficult to regain control, but now it was my turn to make her climax! And I went at it with a vengeance. Having brought me to a climax must have heightened her sensitivity because less than a minute later she started bucking underneath me and screaming while at the same time I felt her fingernails running across my back. I was going to have a new set of scratches in the morning. These would run crosswise to the older ones. My back was going to look like a tic-tac-toe board. Fortunately, her screams were somewhat muffled by the fact her mouth was still in my crotch. Because I was on top, however, it was harder for her to escape my tongue. I took ruthless advantage of that and consequently I think she must have had a dozen climaxes before she could roll me off of her.
God, that is what sex should be like every time. We were both panting so hard we couldn’t talk. I think we would have fallen asleep like that, side-by-side, head-to-toe, if I hadn’t realized I needed to hit the bathroom. And no sooner did I get back than she went. I was almost asleep when she climbed back into bed. This time, we just cuddled. “Love you” I imagined I heard her as I fell asleep. I dreamed I said “Love you, too,” as tears rolled down my cheeks.