Naked In School: Kelly - Week 2 - Thursday (part 11/14)

Waking up on Thursday was a lot easier; I didn't feel as lost. The sense of something missing wasn't as oppressive but it did still annoy me, as if it was an itch on my back where I couldn't reach it...

It's funny, but even before Blackie and I had "gotten our shit together" we'd been scratching each other's backs even without being asked, almost as if we'd known where the other was itching.

As this thought struck me I think all of my hair stood up, realizing how spooky this would sound to damn near everyone else.

I had mixed feelings over how much I desired Blackie's closeness while needing to maintain distance as protection from the pain of separation. I couldn't escape thinking on this subject for some minutes before it was time to get up.

Getting my bedmates up was a lot easier today and we got out of bed and ready for school.

All right, so we did play a bit of grab-ass in the shower. I sure enjoyed it. I made sure the others did, too.

My dreams weren't as detailed as they could have been; In them I was looking for my own version of "Miles". For the first time in my life I realized that having a man who could think about things other than football... or how to chug beer... or how to get beer despite being under-age...

Colin. I knew, now, after our coordinated episode of relief, that Colin was the kind of man I wanted as a more permanent partner. He proved to me that he was able to think, and, in making such sweet love to me, that he could think of my needs. He'd been there for me and I had learned how it had been a pleasure for me to be there for him, too...

...despite my history of making little snubs and snide remarks. Even though he himself had never approached me, I'd been infamously theatrical in how I behaved, in "looking down" on boys, the "nerds", like him.

Thinking about how many boys just like Colin that had been willing to approach me who I'd crushed as "inadequate" made me ready to cry. It is hard to realize that I had been so willing to hurt people.

I left for school prepared for the morning strip show but I was feeling awful yet again. Colin was spoken for, by a girl who he rightfully adored and who I could easily adore, too. Despite his efforts the previous day that had, for the first time, let me reach a real come with a boy inside of me, he'd done it at his lover Pamela's urging.

Pamela herself, doing as she had for me, proven how much she was worth as a loving person, showing me more love than I could now believe myself ever capable of giving... much less deserving.

What hurt, suddenly, was having had my eyes opened to what I had been missing in all of my "relationships". Things I'd believed, having watched my family, were being proven wrong.

So I was quiet as I walked my way towards the school.

I woke up cradled in Joe's arms.

A girl could get addicted to this. Heck, I spent time laying there hoping that he was getting addicted to having me in his arms, too.

After going to sleep whispering loving words to each other, the feel of waking up spooned with his warm chest against my back and the warmth of his legs against my bottom was like a small slice of heaven.

It was hard to consider getting up but the extra pressure of his hard-on poking at my bottom, as good as that made my pussy feel, told me he'd be looking to empty his bladder soon. I also did not want to be the reason he woke up, either, so I didn't move.

He woke up without any move from me; I felt a gentle kiss on my shoulder, working to my neck, and a hand reached down to gently grasp my buttock... and the fingers worked their way into my vulva and I couldn't resist moaning as his lips and tongue continued their play on my neck and my earlobe.

I'd awakened wet. Joe and I got a whole lot closer.

This morning had been great and quickly got better. I was not quiet and neither was Joe.

There was a humming changing its note in counterpoint to my mom's moaning when we passed her bedroom door on the way out to school; Joe's puzzled look was likely a mirror of my own.

We were half-way to school when I realized what it was that I had heard from my mother's room and I started giggling. I barely had the breath to explain it but he was soon giggling too and shifted his hand from my hand to around me, pulling me closer to him, despite the seat belts.

So I hummed which got Joe howling.

Pam was sprawled all over me, an arm across my chest, her head on my shoulder and a leg wrapped around mine. My hip was just sensitive enough to let me know that she was both hot and wet, even though seemingly sound asleep.

I'd wondered what had awakened me; I seemed to remember hearing a strange purring sound which had ended as I'd risen to wakefulness.

Pam, in her sleep, tried to curl up closer to me, and I discovered where the purring came from.

Me. It was me .

I heard myself purr from the pleasure of being curled up with my lover's. I was startled by the sound I'd made without thinking and Pam's response pulled her head closer to my neck which just increased my comfort.

Of course, looking around, I got pretty disoriented, since this wasn't my bedroom, but things snapped into focus.

Just like the face at the door that was looking in on us.

Huh?

Pam's mom was at the open door looking in on us and it took a bit of concentration to realize that she was looking over my morning erection, which Pam's thigh was brushing. I also realized, at that moment, that my lover was grinding her hot pussy on my hip in tiny circular motions.

This last made sure that any tendency for my erection to flag from the shock didn't make a difference. If anything, I got harder.

The mother reached around and knocked on Pam's door and I heard my lover moan out "Just a few more minutes, mom, I wanna finish this dream".

I moved my head and kissed her forehead and it seemed like her eyes opened so fast they made a "click" noise.

I wasn't in control as my lover woke up and jumped me, all of her nipples hard, sensitive and getting rubbed on my chest. I didn't control our coupling; I merely provided a body for my lover to ride.

Well, after her first quick climax she slowed down to look closely at me and I smiled up to her, finally putting my arms around her and pulling her into a kiss.

That's when she got real active and told me she loved me-- something I knew was truth, just as I told her how very desperately I loved her as well. Our coupling wasn't silent and Pam's second orgasm ensured I pumped a gusher as well.

She collapsed back down onto me with her eyes closed and murmured "I'm so glad that it wasn't just a dream you were here..."

Her eyes popped open again when her mother cleared her throat and told us "Pam, Colin, you don't have much time to get ready for school, so you'd better get up. You've both got to get there in 20 minutes."

"OK, mom" answered my lover as I nodded to my future in-law. I looked at her more closely and she seemed a bit shaky.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

She nodded to me. "I wish my husband hadn't already left for work" she answered just before turning away from the door.

It wasn't easy but we crawled out of bed, took a very quick shower to get the worst of the sweat and juice off, and had breakfast. Pam made sure I was briefed on the meds she took for her seizures.

We walked to school naked despite the temperature being just a little cooler than would have been comfortable; while the cold air initially brought all of Pamela's prodigious nipples to full and wrinkled majesty, they softened as she got used to the cool air.

Of course it would figure that what brings out nipples made my equipment shrink to almost nothing.

At the entrance we didn't need to strip down like Tamara or Joe but, despite how cool it was, we were going to stand there to be supportive as Hannah exposed her boyfriend.

Before that show could start, of course, I heard someone say that "It looks like his dick's gone into hiding. It must be very afraid!"

Before I could turn and glare at the jock who commented, Pam had dropped to her knees in front of me and started to revive my dick hard enough for me to forget the slight.

My dick, once exposed again, didn't soften, which was easy to understand: Tamara came up to me as Hannah started to strip Joe and asked me to undress her.

Tamara didn't need much time getting undressed but, given a nod from Pam, I started.

I finished seconds later holding her gym shorts down so she could step out of them. She wasn't wearing panties, either.

As I stood up, Tamara looked down as my softening erection and dove down to harden it up. Pamela smiled and gave me a thumbs up sign as she gently rubbed Tamara's shoulder.

Today was going to be hard; what did Pamela want me to do?

Waking up in the morning was better, especially seeing my mom here, looking at me carefully and stroking my hair back.

Between the pain meds and my mom's soothing touch, staying awake was pretty much impossible, but I felt happy to not be alone.

Hannah had undressed me and, seeing me soft, had looked at Tamara and decided to do something about it.

There are times when I don't want to walk into school with a hard-on. Being in The Program just added an extra level of desire to be soft but that might qualify as an impossible dream.

Yes, I could imagine singing that one song from Don Quixote. This flash explained my giggling.

At the same time I had mixed feelings. I also wished I provide equivalent attention to Hannah but she wasn't in The Program.

I looked around, confused, trying to figure out what to do next. It just didn't make a lot of sense to me.

Figures that the brainiacs would know what to do, and who to do it with. I found Pamela's hand grasp mine and she pulled me into the school as Colin took up Tamara's hand to walk her to her classes.

I really didn't want to be far from Hannah and I think she could tell... so she grabbed my other hand and we walked in to the school entrance. Next thing I knew we made a line across the hall as Pamela's other hand reached for Colin's free one.

I learned, all over again, how loved and loving I could feel just holding hands.

I was glad I prepared for the day by dressing in the easiest to remove clothes I could find; it made having Colin strip me down quick and easy with no complications. I didn't want to inconvenience him.

His eyes checking with Pamela made me feel guilty as he was careful to not get too "familiar" with my body. I would have welcomed his hand-- or better yet, his tongue-- in the spots that would make me feel pretty damn good.

I didn't check with Pamela when I dropped to my knees to bring him back to full hardness. I realized that Pamela had done this for him but it was funny how much I wanted to taste her, too. Pam's hand on my shoulder came as a shock but it was a wonderful shock.

Sadly, Pamela had Joe as her buddy while Pam's boyfriend and lover was mine. I knew I'd only get to borrow him while my time in The Program ran its course and I hoped that she'd understand how much I needed someone like him.

Fuck that. I needed him. There was something special between us already; I just hoped he felt it as well. There was a lot between Pam and I too; I wanted to suck her lover's come out of her pussy they way she'd cleaned me out the day before.

I was jazzed to hold Colin's hand.

And then The Program really started for me as the first strange hand to touch my tits reached me.

It was startling given how used to being ignored I'd gotten this week so it took a while for me to handle it and go from apprehensive to accepting.

Pamela and I shared a second period Home Ec class and we gave each other hugs. The sound of "Ewwwww" from some of our class-mates (the girls) and "Whoooaa!" from the boys put a smile on my face which Pam shared with me.

This particular class was quiet as we had a talk about first aid.

I don't think anyone understood my breakdown. I'm still not sure I understand it, either.

In hindsight, though, it was inevitable.

I've gotten to like Tamara; she's a lot more easy going than she's ever been before and a lot more considerate of me and Colin. I also realized that she had Colin in her eyes, almost as if she was really in love with him.

Bullshit. If that girl wasn't already head-over-heels she would need to be dead. She was definitely not dead. I also knew what her problem was in dealing with her love of Colin: Me.

Tam, I could see, had grown more in just three days than most people I could think of had grown in all their lives.

However, her breakdown during the first aid drill when we were taught about applying pressure to a wound must've hit her with more than just a flashback.

I went to her, I pulled her to me, I cradled her head between my breasts, I held her and rocked her. I got a lot of weird looks from the others as I felt my chest get wet.

Why me?

Well, in that instant, I realized that I had come to love Tamara. I shushed her and told her it'd be all right.

I wasn't ready for the explosion.

"But I didn't do it right! I couldn't do it right! I didn't understand what I had to do! I fucked up and Blackie almost died!"

I share the Home Ec class with Tamara but this week wasn't working as closely with her. Given the training my mom had given me over the years, I was also eyeing the errors in the various procedures we were being shown and practicing, making notes to bring to my mom for clarification.

I wasn't able to move quickly enough when Tamara broke down and I was worried that she'd be more hurt by one of our "old" crowd while she was, in my eyes, emotionally bleeding. Seeing Pamela, who I'd always seen as a mousy little girl, dive in and take hold of Tammy, was a shock. I knew they were getting along a lot better together since Tam had Pam's boyfriend as a partner.

I was startled to see how comfortable they were in touching each other when they'd come into the room, but this went well beyond it.

When Tamara wailed out her failure, I understood. I also understood why Pamela was holding her so close, too, and watched as Tamara clutched Pamela to her.

"I don't want to hurt anyone else!" was the next cry from Tamara.

I'd known she'd been having a rocky road what with some of the nightmares she'd told me about and in changing her life around and this outburst startled me, but hearing Pamela shush her and tell her everything will be all right and that she'd have both Pamela and Colin taking care of her, I saw my friend's face soften, suddenly looking almost baby-like.

I could, from what I saw, predict what was coming next and I also figured that Tamara would get a lot of hazing later on after I heard her say "I love you, mommy" to Pamela before attaching her mouth to one of Pam's nipples.

Well, it wasn't like the girl had a shortage to choose from and I felt a bit of a tug, too.

I watched as Tamara faded in and out a couple of times while class sat in shock before the school nurse arrived and asked them to go with her.

Someone teach me not to volunteer, please.

I had some very strange memories to confront when I finally woke up; suckling on one of Pamela's nipples as she held me to her and looking down into my face with a look of... of...

Love? She loved me?

I stayed confused which, to be honest, made pulling off of her large hard nipple the single most sensible thing I could think of doing; as long as I was attached I didn't have to worry about a damn thing. As I got more of my wits about me, though, I ran my tongue over her nipple in ways that I would have found exciting when done to me. That got me a bigger smile from Pamela.

Pulling free was easier, now. The school nurse was looking me over, and snapped: "Name! Date! Capital of Florida!"

So I rattled off the answers wondering what Florida had to do with anything. I asked her why she asked about Florida.

"Well, I wanted to be sure you had enough coordination to pronounce Tallahassee" and she smiled at me. "Any idea of what happened to you?"

I nodded. "The whole exercise reminded me of what I was too stupid to do, and that I wasn't able to really help Blackie. On top of that I felt like a creep and so unlovable and like a thief pursuing Colin."

The nurse nodded. "Will you need a 'get out of class to see Ellie' Card?"

I shook my head. "I already have one, so I won't need a new one, not yet. I'm getting a grip on things now and want to know more before I try to explain what I can't explain yet. I'm getting there."

Pamela was watching me and I smiled at her, trying to put as much love into my face as I could. I remembered the feelings I'd had when I'd been suckling on Pamela and how maternal she'd felt to me. It was strange to feel closer to Pam than I did to my own mother.

Mind you, I say strange to feel it, not that it didn't make sense. I was closer to Pamela than I was to my own mother and Pamela had already done more to make me feel loved and protected than my mom had for a long time.

A corner of my mind also made the observation that Pamela was the best-equipped mother figure I'd ever seen which triggered a giggle I was reluctant to explain.

We had to go back to the Home Ec classroom to get our books but this was no inconvenience. I told Pamela that I loved her but loved Colin as well. Seeing her smile was enough to bring my own nipples to full hardness and start a heavy drip in my pussy.

"Tammy, you're OK now. I love you, Colin loves you, the problem is that you don't love you-- yet. And you need to learn that this Tamara is worthy of love. If we can see it, you need to see it, OK?" And then she slapped my butt and teasingly pinched it.

Sagging again, I told her "I'll try."

I didn't see her wind up but I felt a sharper slap on my ass. It stung. While it wasn't enough to give me any kind of bruise, it sure got my attention!

I put my hand to my butt cheek as I looked at Pam, confused and asking, "What?"

She snapped back "You'll not merely try, girl, but you damn well better succeed!"

I stood there with Pam staring at me and then she broke up, giggling. I asked "What was so damn funny? "Pam? Hon?"

She stopped giggling enough to say "I made a double entendre without trying! Succeed? Suck seed! Get it?"

This was lighthearted enough that I felt myself smile. With one of the dreams I'd had, I spoke up "Yes, I'd like to suck Colin's seed right out of you, hon!"

Pam's face took on a dreamy look and all of her nipples were standing at attention, like little soldiers, all in their ranks. Having only two nipples in comparison made me feel handicapped. It was another strange feeling. A thought flitted through my mind that I wanted to taste all of her nipples.

Pam talked about what she wanted to try with me and Colin during the rest of the week as we walked to the classroom. We were quieter while retrieving our books but picked up the discussion until we had to part company.

Gym class is annoying, even when you're in The Program. I used the girl's locker room to drop off my books before heading into the gym where we would be run through several calisthenic drills before shifting into an introduction to yoga.

It sure looked like being naked made some of these exercises a lot easier for me; one girl volunteered to help me with some poses and stripped to match me.

Corinne had been rumored to be pretty wild during her Program time though I hadn't noticed my evidence of it in the showers but it was nice that she was comfortable enough to work with me.

We ended up brushing against each other's bodies as we helped each other enter a pose which did not help me keep my dick under full control.

The gym instructor pointed out that my opportunity for "relief" had been at the very beginning of the period and that we weren't to go too far.

No, we didn't go too far. Well, not then.

In the showers, though, I learned that Corinne wasn't all that wild as she started to give me a hand-job before calling over Deenie (the shortest girl in the class, usually called "Teenie") to finish me off.

The question in my eyes was answered by Corinne's whispered answer of "she's my girlfriend" as I came all over Deenie's flat chest.

It was strange to see Corinne massage it into Deenie's chest before they rinsed but feeling good and empty down there made drying off and getting my books together for my next class less subject to interruptions.

I recalled something I'd heard that the girls deal better with boys who aren't physically threatening in the locker room and this was borne out. I was treated nicely by the girls and got hugs from a surprising number.

Getting back to a regular schedule after the nightmare that was Monday was actually a relief. I watched Pamela with her new-found strength taking care of Colin and dragging Tamara into her circle and even helping Joe's healing. It was like stripping her had turned her from a feeble follower into a leader.

Now I'm not the most forgiving of people, all right? Though Blackie was the one person I'd willingly cut the most slack for at the same time he was the person least likely to ever need that slack.

So as much as I loved Pam, I worried that Tamara would turn back into the snooty bitch she'd been before this week. I was trying to give Tammy the benefit of the doubt, especially after her tears shed as my boyfriend bled on her lap.

Hannah, despite her history, was someone I'd come to love; she's turned from a snooty princess into someone who was warm and caring-- and had her head where it counted when Blackie was down.

It was weird to watch these people change, of course.

No, I'll admit, it seemed miraculous. A miracle of Biblical proportions, no less.

So, starting today, I'd stop Joe in the halls but, instead of touching him sexually, he got a hug from me for keeping the moron from getting another knife strike in.

Heck, Hannah got hugs from me too.

By last period I noticed that most of the touches had turned into hugs for those I felt were most instrumental in Blackie's survival during the attack.

I'd gotten a few hugs between classes from Red. Then little Samantha and even Juenko came up to me to give me hugs. It wasn't something really sexual but, given how I'd felt in this whole week, I was feeling better and better.

When many of the gropers in the halls switched to giving me warm hugs and after I'd hug back it seemed to turn into an epidemic.

Now I'll admit to having mixed feelings about this shift.

Sure, I worried that someone would consider a hug to be a PDA. I didn't want to collect detention for them.

But, I'll tell you-- Hannah was someone I loved but these hugs made me feel loved and appreciated.

If there is anything that was most likely to re-charge my emotional batteries and help me feel better about not moving quickly enough Monday morning, this was it.

In the shelter Hannah undressed to walk home with me.

All right, so we fucked our brains out in front of the crowd, but we spent a lot of time hugging.

I'd gotten extra hugs during the day after I'd been grabbed by Red in the hallways. While I wasn't in The Program and was fully dressed this day, getting a hug might seem like nothing.

The hug frequency in the hall went up-- both boys and girls would hug me, especially when I was holding hands with Joe.

Hearing someone say "You did good with Blackie" while their arms squeeze you feels good and, if you don't think I hugged back, saying "Thank you" you are missing how important being a human being with feelings can be.

Oddly enough, these hugs got me good and horny. I stripped down in the shelter after school and jumped Joe.

Fortunately he was ready for me.

I think I'm in love with Pamela.

No, I'm certain I am in love with Pamela. And Colin, too. She was kind to me and suggested Colin and I relieve each other again.

Now Colin's attention the day before had been wonderful, the best sex I'd ever had, all because he looked at me and tried to pay attention to my needs.

So, today, the impossible happened.

Yes, it was even better.

Colin had to help me to my seat. I sat there with all my muscles slack and relaxed, feeling like a limp rag.

The kids who watched the Program attendees after school had to choose whether to watch Colin pound into Pamela as she sucked his last load out of my pussy or to watch Joe and Hannah slamming against each other.

Some, I think, learned what it was like to watch a tennis match from the sidelines.

But- Gawd- Pamela cleaned me out.

If you don't think I returned the favor you have rocks in your head. Joe and Hannah had already cleared out by the time I was done emptying Pam.

We both felt good yet were surprised to find that Colin had re-charged... so we worked together to suck him dry.

When ready to leave we stayed bare and I walked to Colin's left with Pam on his right, holding each other's hands.

I didn't realize we were headed for Pam's house until we were walking in the door; I followed them like a lost puppy.

I took Joe home again and we did our homework in the nude.

Joe was cooperative each time I wanted to stop for a hug and cuddle break. When he got a hard-on again I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.

My mom is cool, did you know that? She got home while we were distracted and, as soon as we finished, she was there on the bed holding both of us with happy tears in her eyes.

I was feeling better.

All right, so I wasn't feeling a lot better. I was still not allowed to eat or drink anything and still had a tube going through my nose into my stomach to keep it empty.

The surgical scars weren't scars yet but, where they weren't numb, spots would feel either like they were burned or just itchy. The staples didn't hurt as much as I would have expected, though.

The good news was that I was apparently healing quickly.

The list of bad news was rather longer. Being awake was not helping my mood.

Of course all of my petty little irritations seemed to vanish when Red arrived after school.

Blackie made as much room as he could on his bed and put up his arms to me so I climbed onto the bed and held him.

Until a cough woke me up I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep. It was reassuring to me that Blackie slept on as my mom stood in the room, her hand on my shoulder.

"Shhhhh... you both slept through the nurse taking his vitals; I'm surprised he's sleeping so well without any drugs."

I smiled at my mom, still feeling drowsy enough to fall asleep again. I made a happy "mmmmmmm" sound for my mom which my lover responded to, pulling me closer so I tightened my arms which made him go "mmmmmm" which...

Don't expect me to explain it; I fell asleep instantly.

My bladder woke me up the next time and I saw Blackie's mom asleep in the easy chair instead of my mom. Blackie woke up as I crawled out to pee so I quietly let him know what I was doing. The fear on his face faded instantly when he knew I would be right back.

When I got back an older nurse was checking over Blackie and taking his vitals. I got a smile from her and she told me to climb back into the bed.

My answering "Huh?" must have seemed rather stupid.

"He's slept better with you here and, really, his BP and pulse are closer to perfect with you there. Kim, the resident, commented that she wished she could write a script for you to cuddle him and help him sleep."

I smiled. Blackie smiled, still looking sleepy. This time I shed all but my panties and a t-shirt before climbing back in with my boyfriend or future husband or...

After so long away from Blackie it hit me faster than any drug as I fell asleep again.

My parents were surprised to find the three of us on the couch when they came home from work.

All right, I admit it. They were rather more surprised than I implied.

You see, the three of us were busy.

I found out later talking to my mom that it wasn't the kind of scene a parent usually hopes to come home to, even if they do have teen-age children.

I was on the couch with my pelvis on the edge so that Tamara could lick me while Colin filled her cunt with his dick.

Even distracted I was able to wave to them as I came again under Tammy's tongue and, in hindsight, I don't think my moaning was helpful.

When that climax faded and my brain was able to notice they were both missing before the next big rise I wondered, for just a moment, what happened to them.

Colin finally fired his third load of this fuckathon into Tamara and we all started to come down.

Hearing the sound of slapping flesh coming from my parents bedroom we got up to look around and discovered, once again, their door was blocked open by a pair of pants. We'd seen a trail of other clothing on the way so this wasn't as big a surprise as it might've been.

My mom was on all fours on top of the bed as my father was pounding into her doggy style. There was no doubt in my mind that my mom was having no problem reaching orgasm as she panted out a climax. My dad, on the other hand, was pounding into her and the three of us watched as my mom reached another climax just before my dad finally stopped, his grunting telling us all that he'd come.

We backed off before they could notice us.

I was, well, shook up. Last night I'd been very sleepy from Colin's attention so I hadn't thought about it much and we also didn't look in. Catching my folks in the act was more upsetting to me.

Neither Colin nor Tammy seemed disturbed until I asked how they'd feel if they'd seen their folks going at it. Colin seemed to be a bit nauseated but he calmed down.

Tammy ran for the toilet. She hadn't eaten much when we'd snacked on getting into the house but, from the sound of it, it all came up.

It took both of us to steady her and get her into the shower for a clean-up. While cleaning up puke is no fun, once she was clean we all enjoyed the wash-down.

When we came out of the bathroom with towels (and no, we weren't wrapped up in them) my parents were waiting for their turn to use the shower. I got a bit shaky but it passed once we got to work on our homework.

The shower, after it restarted, didn't drown out the moaning of my parents. Or the giggling of my mother.

I woke up when Red had to go home.

Having her asleep sharing this small hospital bed with me left me feeling far more comfortable and I really wanted her to stay with me but knew she had to go home.

Given the amount of sleep I'd gotten there was no chance of getting back to sleep for some time so I was more than happy to discover a set of books that my folks had brought in.

It was strange how I could read for an hour or so, feel very drowsy, fade out and then fade back in, feeling very rested.

The night staff was nice enough to talk to me when they took my vitals or cleared my drains or emptied the "foley", which was scheduled to be removed the next morning.

Being sick at Pam's when she brought up the idea of my parents having sex was hard to explain but I managed it. I didn't realize that both of them could look so green, though.

Well, I called home and told my mom that I was staying over with a girlfriend.

All right, so Pam was more than a mere girlfriend. And I did not let my mom know that Pamela had a lover who she was willing to share with me.

Heck, Colin was sharing Pam with me, I was sharing Pam with Colin (or was it the other way around?) and Pam was sharing Colin with me.

Of course it could've been more confusing; I wanted both of them. I could see this, right now, as an equilateral triangle.

All right, all right, so I'm showing off my feeble knowledge of trigonometry, but it sure helped to have a "practical" application for math.

Dinner with Pam's folks was strange, in it's own way, with all of us in the nude.

Several things struck me, of course. Starting with how they treated us as well as each other. It was like night and day, compared with how my folks would have behaved. I also noticed that Pam's extras didn't come from her mom Paula but from her dad Pete-- and the thought of what kind of abuse he must have gone through when he went to school with four small nipples must have been a bear.

Well, chest hair is good for something.

So is belly hair, it seems. I'd mis-counted, after all. Pam's dad Pete has six nipples like she did. Colin, bless his heart, didn't notice... but, as a guy, I guess he would not have paid attention to her dad. He did pay attention to her mom, though, and I could almost hear the gears grind in his head about how well Pam would age.

Pamela, though, I could see staring at her dad. It was obvious to me that she'd never realized where her four extra tasty little goodies came from.

At one point I asked him, point blank: "Are your nipples anywhere near as sensitive as Pam's?"

Paula giggled as her husband stared at me, his mouth hanging open. He finally got his breath back and said "I don't know how sensitive hers are. Mine, I know, are very sensitive."

Paula nodded at Pete's announcement, smiling. I could see him start to blush as he looked to his wife.

I realized I have a silly streak that night. I told Colin "get her right middle one, OK?" and I went to suck on Pete's left middle nipple, my tongue working to get the hair out of the way so my lips could work on it.

It might've been small but it sure got hard real fast.

My question, though, got answered quickly. His moans hit the same kind of note that Pamela was making.

When I finally backed off Pam's mother told me "Thank you, I wanted another ride," pushed her husband's chair back and mounted his hard-on.

It is a good thing that Pam has sensitive nipples; once I had joined Colin by working her left side nipples and going up and down she didn't have enough attention available to watch her folks fuck their brains out.

Colin and I did look at each other a couple of times and even smiled with our lover's nipples in our mouths before we picked Pam up and carried her to her room.

I was pretty happy by this time and so I just helped them get themselves together and rubbed Colin's back.

Colin finally passed out so I cleaned his dick, then cleaned Pam up (leaving her out like a light) before getting up and heading into the kitchen where Pam's folks seemed completely burned out, so I cleared the table and started to figure out where things were to load the dishwasher.

I heard Paula tell me "Thank you, Tamara. Now why don't you go climb back in with those two and go to sleep for the night, all right?"

That had to have been the best offer I'd heard all week.

Ummmmm... all of the last decade, maybe?

I curled up to Pam and fell asleep sucking on one of her wonderful nipples.

My mom had invited Joe's mom over for dinner and we got teased by both of them as they did the outreach part of the Program with us. We ate a nice meal, finished our homework and got sent to bed, both of our moms encouraging us.

After an hour of cuddling and talking about us, a knock on the door heralded the arrival of our moms.

My mom started off saying "I didn't hear the bedsprings, you two! We expected to hear moaning and squeaking and maybe a few screams of ecstacy from both of you and so we come up here and find you both... quietly cuddling. Hannah, Joe's not even hard ..."

I smiled up at my mom "We needed to talk."

Joe's mom jumped in "Well, I'd like to know my son is a good lover and can keep you happy, Hannah. After seeing Blackie and Red on TV last week I'd like to see how my son does."

Joe answered this one "We talk about it, I'm still learning and Hannah is too lovable and loving..."

With that I curled up closer to him and took possession of his leg. Somehow, this act of getting closer triggered his erection.

Now I realize I've not completely escaped my vanity, all right? So I felt good seeing him get hard. Right in my pussy. Wet. Hot. Ready to engulf that pole he raised.

So our moms got to watch me ride on top of Joe.

Somehow, having our moms as an appreciative audience was a bit distracting which, oddly enough, turned out to be a good thing, slowing our climbs to contentment and then BAM we came together.

Whatever magic this was I wanted more of it.

I was happier when I got home and was happy to find both Sam and Juenko asleep in my bed, holding each other. They woke up just enough when I climbed into bed to make happy noises and shifted to holding me.

I still can't explain why this felt so wonderful but I faded into a comfortable sleep almost instantly.

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