Part Twelve

Kim was about to break the rules. Well, maybe just bend them a bit. It was all a matter of interpretation, anyway. After all, didn't the rules say that she wasn't supposed to have sex until after the Presentation? But her father was shagging her a couple times a week, all in the name of training. Not that she minded. It was better to go into something like this with a bit of experience than to go in totally blind. But it was a bit hypocritical. And it's not like what she was going to do was really like having sex. It was more like providing a sample. And the cause was a really good one.

She'd always had trouble with math. And the geometry teacher at this school wasn't particularly good. It probably had to do with the fact that he was more interested in tits than in angles. Still, she needed to pass the class so she wouldn't flunk and get left behind. The Enclave took education very seriously, and they made the classes as hard as they could. Not that she'd be getting a job when she graduated. But education would help her run a household. That's all she could expect to do these days.

Her options for passing the course were just a bit limited. The school graded on a bell curve, which meant that some had to fail in order for some to pass. So, it would take a lot of bribery and/or arm-twisting to get her teacher to change her grades. And seeing as if some girls were already spreading their legs for him, in addition to bribing him with extra food, she doubted that she had the goods to get in the game. Studying extra hard hadn't helped. She just couldn't get her mind to understand all the theorems and stuff. Which left her to search out a tutor. She knew how much you could improve with a tutor. Before the Fall, she'd tutored one girl in English and helped her raise her GPA up to a 3.5. And she'd started at a 2.0! Unfortunately, the only girls who tutored geometry were all booked up. Which left her to get a guy from the nerd community. In specific, she'd hooked up with Zolton Steiner.

The stock of nerds like Zolton had really risen since the Fall. They were the smart ones, the ones who could figure out a way to stretch the nation's food stocks and get it to the hungry masses. The ones who could crunch numbers and make sure no one got too full, while no one went hungry. It wasn't safe to be in big crowds, so the quarterbacks and superstars of the sports world were now simply guys hiding in their homes, just like everyone else. The Zoltons of the world ruled the day.

The Enclave mirrored the outside world. With stricter standards, more and more students were struggling. And being seen on the arm of some jock just wouldn't help you pass a class. You needed some intellectual firepower. And the nerds were ready to provide it. For a price.

Kim knew that her parents would be shocked if they knew the real state of the school she attended. They'd be shocked at how often the male teachers would pull a female student into a closet for a grope, a kiss, or even a blowjob. They'd be shocked at how erotically the girls dressed, hoping to catch the fancy of a passing soldier. Shocked, too, at how often a girl needed to trade sex for some service or some thing. A girl's body had become the currency of the day, more valuable than money, music, videotapes, or anything else that had been in vogue before the Fall. And her parents would be especially shocked at the number of sex parties that kids attended every week. Despite the fact that sex was so pervasive, it had taken the place of drinking and drugs as a reason to get together and hang out. Girls weren't being forced to do it. They were doing it because they weren't supposed to. And after the Presentation, she'd probably do it too.

One rule that was never broken dealt with the Presentation. Though a couple of her teachers had slyly groped her, nobody, not even a student, would be so bold as to break the restriction on her. She was safe until after the Presentation; then she'd be fair game, in the right situation. Which was why what she was planning was against the rules.

Zolton had been tutoring her for the last two weeks, and geometry had finally started to make sense to her. The proof was in the score she'd gotten on the last test. But she'd need a lot more help to pass the class. And a few of the other girls had noticed how her work with Zolton had improved her grades. They'd be sniffing around for his help soon. And they'd be able to offer more incentive. It was time for her to up the ante.

They'd just spent an hour in Zolton's room, working on a theorem for the next test. They'd come straight from school, so she was still wearing her school clothes, a short black skirt, a tight white t-shirt, and black high heels. The t-shirt was low cut, and she wore no bra, so she knew that Zolton was well aware of her assets in that area. And, if Zolton were brave enough to look, she only had thong panties on. Before the Fall, she would've been kicked out of school for wearing this outfit. Today it was a conservative way to dress.

"Thanks for all your help," she said to him, closing the book and setting it on the bed. "I got a great score on the last test. And I'm starting to get this stuff." Zolton smiled and then turned away. She noticed that he rarely looked at her fully, despite the deal they had made. That was OK. It was easier to hook a shy guy.

"Listen, Zolts," she tried again, coming over to sit next to him on the bed. "I know we made a deal for three weeks of tutoring, with payment after my Presentation. But I'm going to need a little more help than that. I'm starting to get it. But I don't have it all. So I was wondering if we could, you know, renegotiate our deal." She quickly continued as he got a shocked look on his face. He thought she was going to back out! "I'm not backing out. I want to extend our deal. And, of course, sweeten the pot for you."

He finally looked straight at her. She had his attention now. "There must be something you've wanted a girl to do, that I could do for you, in exchange for some more of your help. Isn't there, Zolts?" She moved closer to him. "Maybe I could, you know, give you a little deposit now?" she asked in her sweetest voice.

"I'm going to show Kim my train set, Ma!" Zolton shouted as they headed down the stairs to the basement. That was another unfortunate side-effect of women not being allowed to work: someone was always home when you needed some privacy. Fortunately, Zolton's mother didn't question why a teenage girl would want to see her son's train set. Some things were best left unasked.

Once in the basement, Kim turned her full attention to the task at hand. Sure, she could just drop down and suck him off. But she not only needed to hook him, she needed to reel him in.

"Zolts, you make me so hot," she whispered in his ear, her lips brushing lightly against the lobe. She left a trail of feather kisses across his face, then pressed her lips tightly against his, not yielding until his tongue was fencing with hers. Her dad had said that great sex was 90% mental. She wanted to fire up his imagination as well as his cock. She let her hands roam recklessly across his body. For a smart guy he was pretty firm, though not as obviously muscled as a jock guy would be. No matter. She only needed one muscle to work right now. She pressed her hand up against his groin. Yes, that muscle was already preparing to do its job.

She slowly sank to her knees, her hands taking a Braille tour of his body. Swiftly, surely, she unleashed his belt and unfastened his jeans, pulling his pants and underwear down below his knees. His cock was already at half-mast, with a little drop of cum already peeking from the slit. She regarded it carefully. It would be fairly large when fully engorged, just a shade smaller than her father's. But Zolton's balls were a bit bigger, and much more taut against his body. She was sure he'd recover much faster than her father. She'd be earning her knowledge again and again over the next few weeks.

Before she began she pulled her t-shirt off. "What are you doing," he asked, somewhat surprised.

"A blowjob should always be done topless," she said, repeating her father word for word. "It oughta be a rule."

"OK," he breathed, staring down at the big-breasted blonde babe kneeling before him. She leaned forward and pulled his cock into her mouth. It already tasted salty, telling her that he'd been aroused probably during their whole lesson together. Maybe even all day, if he was thinking about what was to come. She sucked and pulled at him, gently at first, careful to keep the sound down. It wouldn't do to attract his mother's attention. At least not now. She felt him begin to stiffen after just a couple of minutes. Yeah, he'd been ready. She thought about pulling him out and letting him cum all over her face and tits. But that was too much like jacking off, which he'd probably been doing too much of already. Instead, she sucked him harder into her mouth, literally pulling the cum down into her throat. He gasped as he shot his load into her mouth, staggering against her so that her breasts pressed against his thighs. Finally she pulled her mouth away, leaving his cock red and wet, still hard and probably ready for another round.

"So, do we have a deal?" she asked with a whisper against his neck. She pressed her hard nipples against his chest, then waited still as a mouse as his hands tentatively and then firmly grasped her ass.

"Sure, OK, sure," he stammered into her hair, which smelled like peaches and cream. "But, could I ask you to do one thing?"

"Mmmmm?" she murmured, wiggling against him.

"Could you ask Candice to give my friend Terry a little, um, deposit, too? I think that would really help him out a lot."

She pulled her head away and looked him in the eye. "Why, Zolts. That's so sweet. Always thinking about others. Sure, I'll do that for you. And in a week, I'll make sure you get an extra special first payment from me!" With that she gave his cock a quick squeeze. Mission accomplished.