Student Teaching (incomplete)

Some lessons are tougher than others.

Much tougher. I'd had to learn so many things given how the world had changed, all while I was a sophomore in High School.

But I was not alone in this. My folks had to learn along with me. So did almost everyone else at school, too.

How did it start?

Just one teacher. Ms Williams. What she had to learn along with the rest of us was no more pleasant for her than us.

Given what happened, well, I can handle it better now, so many years after the fact.

Ms Williams was old. To a sophomore in High School, turning 16, anyone over 18 was old, but I mean very old, close to retirement age. She was a crusty teacher, not known to be tolerant of misbehavior but the rules teachers had to follow kept getting more and more restrictive, so she couldn't do what she wanted to about the jerks in the class.

Well, I have to admit that, despite my bookish nature (my family tended to dust and vacuum around me, joking about cleaning cobwebs off of me) that I was not all that much better behaved, but I knew my own limits.

In my English class I was just about the best behaved of the guys, which isn't saying all that much.

I didn't deserve a medal for that. I was still trying to get the attention of Debria Green, the best looking girl in the class (despite being black). I'd been, well, smitten since she joined the swim team and, well, shaved her head.

She went from long straight black hair to nothing. She was more bald than Jean-Luc Picard. Her scalp caught my eye and kept it. I wanted to kiss it, touch it...

So she looked incredibly exotic and attractive to me. Without her hair her face was easier to focus on and her face, in my mind, rivaled that of the fabled Helen of Troy.

OK, she was still out of my league, having brains, beauty and being athletic. I was smart enough to know that there was no way I could look good enough to get her attention.

The various other girls in the class mostly seemed to notice the jerks, though, which kind of left me out. Deb didn't tend to fall into that group and I was especially thrilled that she'd occasionally look over in my direction and smile.

Those little looks and smiles made me feel good but I was so afraid of being shot down again; my first attempt at dating a girl a year before was still fresh in my mind. The laughter I heard from her at the time rang again in my ears the time I'd mentioned to some of my, well, almost-friends about how I thought she was the best looking girl in my classes. There ere times I wanted to provide amusement but this wasn't one of them.

Yes, I was smitten but completely clumsy and incapable of following it up. I'd gotten comfortable knowing I'd be rejected anyway.

I didn't realize at the time that this was going to change in the least expected way. It wouldn't happen overnight, either, but the cascade of connected events started with an incident from which no prediction could have been made.

One day in early December we arrived at the classroom to see the EMTs wheeling Ms Williams out. With one paramedic holding and squeezing a big balloon thing attached to a face mask while squeezing it, sheets over her and an IV bag being carried by another EMT she looked very bad off.

Now don't get me wrong, she was not a popular teacher. She was a very competent one, though, all right? She was tough on all of her classes. There was no such thing as a teacher's pet. Admittedly I didn't like some of her attitudes towards us and she looked at me (and many of the other boys) as if we were subhuman.

So I had plenty of mixed feelings.

On the one hand I had been getting decent grades, my parents were not entirely displeased with me and, because of her demands, I'd learned to work up to her standards. Even I could recognize how much I'd improved in her class and how the habits helped me in other classes.

On the other hand I disliked her methods of correction. She could be pretty brutal with her critiques.

On the gripping hand, though, perhaps the substitutes would be more entertaining.

Some of the biggest jerks in the class, though, commented that she was finally gone, probably for good. I said nothing; she looked close to death and speaking ill of someone seemed wrong to me. I would not want someone like Tony (our Jerk-In-Chief) to dance on my grave the way he was dancing on hers.

Given subsequent events it was a good thing that I managed to avoid putting my foot in my mouth.

Having a vice principal deal with us in class the day she was wheeled out wasn't fun at all, making it easier to mourn Ms William's departure as a bad thing.

The parade of substitutes for the next two weeks meant that little work was being done and Deb was looking at Tony much more than me (at least she didn't smile at him) even if he didn't pay her much attention. As much as I wanted to get her attention there were limits. I could not handle the idea of being anywhere as much of a jackass that Tony was. He seem to take delight in misbehaving up to the limit of what was actionable.

So losing Ms Williams like this was not a good thing.

Until she returned.

We didn't know it right away, of course, there were rumors of a new teacher but...

We filed into the room and the substitute teacher looked to be younger than me. She was tall, slim, short blonde hair, green eyes and a real fox. Sure, she wasn't dressed to show her shape that well (and it looked out of style, too) but, being a teen-age boy, my imagination filled in the blanks. Only Deb still looked better to me despite being as unattainable.

Really, even though she was sitting at the teacher's desk, there was no way such a young girl could be a teacher. It was a good thing that I took a "wait and see" attitude, though.

Tony didn't, of course.

He made eyes at her and acted like he was something special as he swaggered up there and asked her for a date.

"That will be enough of that, Mister Campo. Get to your seat NOW!" The voice carried the tones of command that we had heard enough times before from Ms Williams.

The look on his face was startling to see. I decided that discretion was the better part of valor and maintained a low profile as I went to my own regular seat.

Tony tried to get to the seat he'd chosen while Ms Williams was out but this girl pierced him with a glare that told me the impossible had happened. The next words confirmed it.

"No, Mister Campo, your seat is not back there, it's right here, where I can keep an eye on you. I happen to know who the real jerks are in this class and I prefer keep you bozos separated. You understand?"

Tony's mouth hung open. It did feel good to realize that he was finally well and truly intimidated.

And it looked like Ms Williams was back. Somehow.

The class quieted down as this girl wrote her name on the board, "Elizabeth Williams" and "I am 63 years old".

Whoa. I knew she was old, but she was that old? And now looking like she was younger than I was?

Now it's obvious I didn't pay enough attention to the news. Almost no student does, unless it's about something they're interested in, like sports or music. We were due to be enlightened rather suddenly; we were each handed a copy of a newspaper clipping about the "youth bug" and told to read it and write a quick essay, in class, of what we thought about it.

Obviously this told the story of Ms Williams. Even the thickest student in the class got the message.

My essay was not my best work, at least technically, but I thought I did better in terms of themes. I added comments that this was going to be tough for victims given they'd look like children, making it harder for others to take them seriously. I added that those used to being an authority figure would have a more difficult road.

We handed them in before the bell. For a Friday this wasn't so bad, I only had one more period to go and I'd be out for the week-end.

In the midst of this I got noticed by Deb again. I wished, again, to have the nerve to ask her for a date.

It was all I could handle just smiling back at her. I could feel both the pain and pleasure of her regard: pain from my own fears and pleasure in her attention.

I'd been thinking of following my mother's example and going into medicine as a career, so, over the week-end I started looking for more about this "youth bug" thing and acquired many questions to ask my mother. She admitted that there were still quite a few mysteries. The news about how it was able to spread through sexual contact was both frightening and exhilarating at the same time. Beyond a greater appetite it sure sounded like there was no real down-side to this "infection".

Monday's class with Ms Williams was a bit more relaxed than Friday's as we went over the essays. She'd corrected my mis-use of English with her usual brutal precision, of course, but made the comment that I'd named an "interesting observation". We got more reading assignments and were expected to write reports.

Classwork resumed its normal shape and Ms Williams retained her steel backbone and her anal retentive measure of precision. Her attention to me, at times, was distracting, just like having Debria's attention.

In all of this I was still so deathly afraid of Debria rejecting me that I never could work up the courage to ask her for a date. I did tend to mentally caress her head and back with my eyes when she wasn't looking, of course. As a teen-ager, my eyes were drawn to her. Any time she saw me looking I got embarassed at being caught.

All of this stress was resolved through a bizarre chain of coincidences. That the most impossible of my dreams fell not merely within my grasp, but other barriers I hadn't even known of fell remains a wonder to me. That this change also created more problems for me (and others) to face now seems such a small price to pay even when the true price tag for this gift arrived.

I'd screwed something up in one of my papers so badly that Ms Williams wanted me to stay after school and discuss it with her, so I returned to her classroom after the last bell rang.

It was a Thursday. I never really liked Thursdays, as a rule, but on this particular Thursday my life turned upside down.

I was sitting in my seat getting a going over for a particularly egregious misuse of English grammar when she almost fell over ... and her skin ... turned green.

It was a startling thing to see, It washed up into her face like a swirling liquid almost like there were currents. Her hands also turned green. Between her "normal" conservative mode of dress and the brutally cold early March weather, the rest of her was pretty well hidden.

Within seconds of her turning green (and panting weakly as she seemed to re-gather her strength) my body responded with a woodie like I'd never had before.

This last may seem an odd comment; I was still a teen-ager and, if anything, could get incredibly hard in an instant given the slightest provocation. This time, it was fast, it was furious, and it HURT.

Before I could even think deeply about it, I found myself pushed to the floor, my pants opened to free my hard-on and a pair of wet panties thrown next to my head as she pulled up the hem of her dress and I watched this green woman mount me. I had no ability -- much less will -- to resist.

Normally, a boy my age would not want to resist. As exciting as this event may seem to one, I really had hoped that my first time would be a little bit more special and that my partner would be Debria. Ms Williams, though...

She was in her sixties but didn't look older than 15 now.

But, boy, did she fuck my brains out. Twice. And I loved it. Everything I'd ever done for myself with my hands was instantly forgettable.

I've had people tell me, because I was still a virgin, that I couldn't understand what it was about. Period. Q.E.D.

It's funny how, so quickly, I suddenly understood what it was about. Maybe not all of it, but enough.

Granted, I did get to use my hands fully onto my rider; her clothing provided a barrier so I didn't feel her skin as I touched her breasts through her clothing and even her hips but, really, I had no idea of what I could do to increase her pleasure. And, despite her moans, I wanted her to feel as much pleasure as possible.

I've since learned that increasing her pleasure, if it had been possible, might have fried a lot more of her neurons.

When we were finally done with our second ride I saw her green color fading and discovered we'd gained an audience. Debria was standing over us, along with Ms Nugent, one of the gym teachers who also coached the Swim team.

Ms Nugent seemed unhappy when she asked "Beth, what did you think you were doing?"

My English teacher looked startled before her expression shifted to what I realized must be "mortified".

I looked over at the girl I'd been thinking was the most beautiful in school and saw very big eyes on her as she took in this scene. Regardless of losing my virginity with Ms. Williams I still found Deb to be the girl, well, woman I'd really wanted.

Ms Williams was still sitting on me, my dick still hard within her, her dress covering the area where we were deeply connected.

"Terri, I don't know what hit me, I had to fuck with a man, well, a boy, and it was like I had no choice. I think I would have grabbed the first male I saw with the way I was feeling just then." She turned to look at me, her face suddenly showing a completely new look for me of tenderness. "I'm sorry David. Even though I was so suddenly, uh, horny, uh, I should have controlled myself."

I saw Ms Nugent and Deb move to the doors, closing them, pulling down the blinds and turning off the lights.

We hadn't moved. We were still mated. Her pussy was still throbbing around me. It felt wonderful.

Deb and Ms Nugent-- Terri?-- sat on chairs near where I lay on the floor, still covered by Ms Williams-- Beth? My heart sank with the thought that any chance I had with Debria was history.

But the blissful feeling from Ms Williams' efforts on me still influenced my tongue as I looked up at Deb and told her "I'm sorry, beautiful, I had wished my first time had been us, instead." I turned to my passenger, adding "And, yes, Ms. Williams, it was a fantastic experience for me."

After I said that I wanted to die. I felt like I'd been so full of ego, as if Debria could ever want me. Her sudden smile lit her whole face and banished my fear and shame. "David ... Really? You want me ?" Fearful of her laughter, I nodded confirmation. She added "Well, it's only fair, I guess, that you're not a virgin any more. I'm not a virgin, either, you know, though it has been a while. Just don't tell my parents, OK?" She pause, it looked like her eyes were shining at me. She soon continued: "The way I feel right now I'd jump you if your lap wasn't already occupied."

Ms Williams looked up at her. "Here?" Her insides were still squeezing me rhythmically, keeping me at a simmer.

"Ms Williams, it's not like you're one to complain. If you can ride him, well, so can I. Like, uh, right now." I could tell that Deb was undoing her jeans, so, when she stood up and slid down her jeans and panties together, I saw her bare mons and a very wet, swollen and red-looking slit.

When you have very little experience your fantasies tend to pale in the face of the reality. All of my fantasies of how Deb would look in only skin fell far short of reality.

Despite my idolizing Debria I'd underestimated her actual beauty.

I'd not had much opportunity to observe the female organs that had swallowed my own male organ so this was adding to my education and excitement. Ms Williams, still on top of me, could tell. I knew my member was twitching and so did she.

I felt loss as Ms Williams was pulling off of me. Once she was standing, my wet member was standing up out of my pants. I watched Deb's face closely, expecting to hear her laugh at me. Instead I could swear I heard a "Wow!".

"He's all yours, dear. All of him. You want him?"

Deb licked her lips, her face suddenly dreamy as she nodded, adding "Forever. I want him forever..."

We hadn't even shared our first kiss yet before she slid down onto me with a sigh that made me feel like a "real man". Her kiss, which was my first kiss, started out as rapturous and worked up from there. I was soon being taught how to kiss deeply, all while this girl sat perched on my member.

This kind of lesson was going to stick, I was sure. Lessons in this environment seemed easier; I was more intent on learning. She had all of my attention. Our audience of Ms Williams and Ms Nugent had disappeared for me as we kissed.

When the girl I'd dreamed of started to move up and down on me like I'd first felt only minutes before, it seemed nothing else existed outside of us. My eyes were on hers, hers on mine and her focus was only lost for a short moment with her first orgasm; I lay there, rapt, watching her face as she moaned out her release.

She calmed down just a little bit and our eyes met again and hers truly seemed to glow, just as she restarted her motion. It did not take as long for her eyes to lose focus again and her face to reflect another jolt of ecstacy the second time and her third trip was too much for me. Between the look on her face and her spasming on my dick I fired into her. Deep into her. Deep into her spasming, clamping and fluttering core.

Deb lay down again on my chest and we resumed kissing before she laid her head on my shoulder, her breasts (and nipples) again on my chest. I could finally reach her bare scalp and kissed it, running my lips (and even some tongue) to feel the barest sign of stubble. She shivered.

There is no doubt that I wanted this sensation of utter contentment to last.

I was laying on a cold hard floor with the most beautiful girl the whole school and I felt like I was in heaven. She made some happy "mmmmm" sounds as she lay on top of me and, without any thought required, I echoed the sentiment. We were both lost in each other.

Our forgotten audience reminded us that we weren't alone. Ms Nugent was asking Debria to make room for her.

What?

I turned my head to look. Ms Nugent was green, just like Ms Williams had been. She was also quite naked, so I could tell she was green all over.

Huh?

My erection had been well ridden by Debria but hadn't gone down yet.

Despite my age I should not really be ready like this. Sure I could jack off three or more times a day, but this was all in less than just an hour.

At the time, just the possibility was unnatural. A lot has changed since then.

Debria -- my Debria, I hoped -- climbed off my dick and, before it could get chilled in the cool air, Ms Nugent -- Terri -- kept it warm, her bright green skin making a shocking contrast.

That Debria held my member steady for Terri to slide onto would take more brain cells at the moment to understand. My one thought of "shouldn't she be upset?" was quickly put aside when Terri reached bottom.

I don't know how, I don't know why, but her orgasms arrived fast, furious and multiple times, and, before it could make any sense, I came into her. We rested for a moment before she started again and I was again climbing to feel another climax as it approached. I had no idea if I was actually delivering anything.

We all watched as the green faded from Ms Nugent's skin.

I'd been thoroughly used. My dick tried to remain standing but soon slumped over in exhaustion. Debria's eyes met mine, seemingly glowing. I don't know how mine looked to her but, if possible, her face looked happier. Considering how I felt, I hoped my face showed the contentment I felt looking into her eyes.

With all of this done we got ourselves dressed again and could finally talk. I chose to sit as close to Deb as possible, and, on reaching for her hand, found it seeking mine. Our eyes met again, we smiled, and returned attention to Ms Nugent and Ms Williams.

Ms Williams opened the discussion with "David, I'm sorry to have jumped you like that, it was, well, unreasonable. Also, I know that this, uh, bug is contagious through sex, so, now, both of you just got it."

I asked "What about Ms Nugent?"

Ms Nugent, Terri, blushed, before answering. "I've been Beth's lover for some time now. We're lesbians. And, David, you were my first man. I was upset when I saw my lover on top of a man but her green skin was kind of, well, a surprise. Then I turned green myself and I could feel the drive myself. Beth," she shifted to face Ms Williams, "I'm sorry I was so upset with you. That itch was pretty damn irresistible."

I turned to Debria and asked "I'm surprised to see you here, too. I was more surprised that you wanted me anywhere near as much as I've been wanting you. I'd have thought you made good your escape on time."

Debria's smile drove all fears from me that she'd choose to move on, her hand squeezing mine. "David, I knew you'd be here and I was trying to corner you into talking to me. I must admit that I made out better than I expected." She turned to face Ms Williams, adding "Thanks for opening him up to me" as I felt my hand squeezed again.

Just then I had a fright. "Uh, Debria, I don't know how to ask this. Are you on the pill? Ms Williams, Ms Nugent, are either of you ovulating?"

Deb turned as white as her dark skin would let her. "Uh, David, hon, I ovulated last night, I felt it." She saw my look of confusion and answered it with "I feel some pain when I ovulate. So, yes, I think you might have started something." I thought I saw a few flashes of anxiety on her face but they faded as she looked at me.

Also, hearing her call me 'hon', even in passing like that, washed through me and warmed me, but the idea that I might have impregnated the girl who I'd held up as a goddess (not knowing that reality exceeded all of my fantasies) was less than comfortable.

My face must have shown some surprise, given the mix of fear and exhilaration. Deb's look at me melted away my fears, leaving me with that sense of accomplishment and the worry that I'd screwed things up for her.

Ms Williams added, "David, considering how close we got, here in private, I'm Beth, you hear me? And Terri is Terri to you, not Ms Nugent. With the youth bug, I don't think we can get pregnant. We haven't had any periods since the start of this and, well, I've been in touch. None of the women with it have gotten pregnant, no matter how active they've been."

So maybe the youth bug might keep Deb from having my baby? Despite the mixed feelings-- there were attractions to both situations-- I could hope. Right then I was not yet ready to be a father, much less a daddy. My own parents, no matter how laid back, were not likely to be pleased with me starting a child so young.

I looked at Deb, she looked back at me and smiled. "David, if you made me pregnant, and that's not always a given, uh, what's wrong with me?" she finally wailed. I pulled her into my arms to comfort her.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you at all, Debs. I worry that I can't take care of you and a baby just yet. So I fear for you. I've loved you for a long time, sweetheart. I've wanted to hold you and comfort you and be with you for some time now." My tongue was still not used to saying 'sweetheart' and even my brain was barely able to dwell on the idea that I belonged to someone, despite how good it felt.

She calmed before asking "You love me? Really?"

"Not just love you, I've been in love with you for too long and, well, I was afraid. You're the most beautiful girl in the whole school, you know, and you have a personality that is even more attractive."

"Oh, David. I love you too. Sure, I got hot pants when I walked in here, but I'd come here looking for you, hoping if I was around that you'd talk to me more."

I sighed. That was about as clear a message as I could ever get that I was really wanted, so I kissed her again.

When we pulled apart she told me "And, David, I want to do it again. Soon."

I was surprised at this. I looked at Terri and Beth, who were watching us closely but not making any comments, all while trying to keep any but a neutral expression towards us.

I did notice, though, that they were holding hands.

Just like we were.

I even witnessed a few exchanged squeezes.

Just like us.

How to answer Debria was, well, difficult. I hadn't yet fully recovered the ability to get an erection, so I wasn't likely able to satisfy her at that moment. Our eyes met as our hands squeezed each other and I had to tell her "My body isn't ready to do it again, yet. When it is, dear heart, I'm yours. For as long as you want me."

My second try at an affectionate name to her came out more easily. The reward was a shared hug with plenty of squeezes and kisses.

When we released I maintained an arm around her, holding her to me and my other hand was now in hers.

Terri made a comment that got us laughing, "You know, I usually advise girls not to make such a deep commitment to anyone, partly to protect them from boys that only want to get between their legs, but, but, looking at you two now... I have no idea what to advise. Beth?"

"Don't ask me, before today the last dick I had was almost fifty years ago; he didn't ring my chimes like David did, here, today. You can't tell me now, Terri, that you're still afraid of men, can you?"

Terri's face ran from anxious to content. "Yes, Beth, I am. But I'm not afraid of a specific man, though. David, here, to be specific. I see him with Debria, one of my best swimmers, by the way, and, Debria, you will share him with me, right?"

Beth, with her voice of authority, jumped in "Us. Both of us." Her voice softened as she added "Please?"

Debria blew me away with her answer. "Damn right, you guys got us together. I hope you don't mind. It also doesn't hurt that I happen to like girls, too. Now that we're all in the open I wanna try you both out some day."

Beth looked a bit anxious, adding "This will certainly cut into my authority in the classroom. And we'll need to be, well, rather discreet."

What could she be ... oh. "Beth, I don't think Debria or I will spread any stories. I also don't see us trying to take any advantage of this situation; I don't want any real favors, OK? You're a good teacher. Stay that way."

The sudden relaxation on Beth's face was powerful and I felt my own tensions fading in sympathy.

"So," Terri asked, "are we going to acknowledge you two as a couple? And how will we do that?"

Deb and I nodded and looked at each other again. She looked as happy as I felt. I'd never before felt so wanted in my life as I did just then.

"David."

I turned away from Deb to face Beth.

"I'm Ms Williams in class, OK? As for this assignment we were going over, we'll have to cover it tomorrow afternoon after school. Debria, you're welcome to attend as well since I've got some issues with your paper as well. OK?"

We nodded. In unison.

"And we'll try to work something out. I think we'd better get going. You both need to get home."

Deb commented "I'm not sure I want to go home like this, I could use another shower. And so could you, David."

I nodded at this; I didn't have any other clothes to change in to but I could certainly use a rinse. Or more than just a rinse.

"All right, all right, c'mon. Let's hit the showers."

We were led to the girl's locker room and I was told to follow, guided through the empty room to the gym teacher's own shower, right by the coach's office.

Deb and I stripped and entered the shower, finding Beth joining us. Terri made sure the door was closed and locked while we got the water running. When she joined us I got a closer look at all three of the women I'd "been with".

I'd not paid as close attention to Terri when she rode me; I finally got to see one of the side effects of the youth bug that my mother had alluded to, in passing, but which had not been much noted on the 'net.

The nipples on both Beth and Terri were, well, compared to many of the magazines I'd seen before, enormous. Their actual breasts weren't all that big, in the same class as other girls their apparent ages. Their big nipples stood out.

Debria had smaller breasts and, with her much darker skin, almost black nipples. None of these girls had hair "down there" like me. I asked.

"Being on the swim team, I shave off all of my hair. I hope you realize that I chose to shave my head for competition."

I nodded as I touched it and even got to kiss her scalp again. She asked "Why do you kiss me there?" in a voice radiating more than idle curiosity.

"Because it's beautiful. Just like the rest of you."

With her in my arms I could feel a sudden shiver run through her. "Beautiful? But... but..."

"Shhhhhhh... I meant it. You don't have hair on it right now to hide it from me, and, hon, it brings out your face. You are beautiful, you know. All of you."

We cuddled in the stream of hot water flowing down on us, rocking each other. It seemed a timeless moment.

My eyes were drawn to Beth and Terri as they applied soap to each other... and touched each other. I decided to mimic their attentions on Debria, which seemed (from the rather vocal responses I was getting to my hands) to please her.

Hearing a girl -- uh, 'woman' -- making happy noises is just about the best cure for insecurity I can think of. I was an attentive student that afternoon and learned more about my needs as a person than I'd learned before-- and the needs of the person I was in love with. I needed to feel my love and attention were appreciated, and, in caring for someone I loved, learned how it could be returned.

When we finally left the building Debria and I walked out hand-in-hand. Despite the gloves we wore against the cold, I could feel her warmth reach me.

Saying we walked may be inaccurate, however. I think it was more of a swagger. From both of us. For me, it felt great to belong with someone.

I walked her home which was actually fairly close to the school and learned about her family. She had siblings: an older sister, away in college, a younger sister still a freshman and a little brother in 5th grade. Her mom was out working as was her dad. Debria's sister had long straight black hair which did look good, too, but I'd gotten used to my love's bare scalp, even if it was under a knit cap at that moment. (I'd made a little ritual of putting it on her, kissing her scalp here and there as I worked it down, so I think she realized that I liked it.)

I didn't realize that being seen by her sister (and her little brother) would normally be considered a mistake that could come back to haunt us; I didn't have any experience at all at having a girlfriend. We did made sure to exchange phone numbers and kissed again on her porch before I made my way home.

I was feeling surprisingly empty and alone as I contined the walk home.

It hurt, even though I knew it to be a temporary state.

Arriving home I was again surrounded by my sibs, all younger than me. Even though we had two older sisters, they were no longer in the house. One sister was attending college while the other was married. I was dealing with my younger brother in the freshman class (I wondered if Chris had met Deb's sister Camille) and my youngest sister who was almost eleven.

My mom and dad both had jobs, my dad a Profession Engineer and my mom a Doctor (Internal Medicine) at the local clinic. There are jokes about Engineers's using their personalities as a contraceptive but this had not worked for my mom and dad given that there were five of us.

My parents felt that the normal battles within the house had to be kept down, preferably by me for now. I was fortunate when, at a quiet point, I asked my brother Chris if he'd ever met Camille Green and he just shook his head 'no'. I told him he'd be smart to do so.

By the time I finished my homework (with the interruptions that came from making sure my little sister and brother did their own) my mom walked in, saw me and speared me with her eyes, looking rather upset. She was not happy.

It wasn't until I thought about her position at the local clinic that it came to me: She knew. She had to have seen the records with my name on them. Beth had told me that she had to report these contacts, and, even with privilege, she worried about losing her job despite the extenuating circumstances.

My mom pointed a finger at me and signaled me to follow.

I'm not an idiot, I wasn't going to make things tougher by resisting. I followed her into her home office, where she sat at her desk and pointed to another seat.

"David, David, David... what did you do ?"

I shrugged. "It wasn't really much of my choice. I was at the 'right' place at the 'right' time. I was told by both Beth and Terri that they were, well, almost mindless."

My mom sighed. "And what about the other girl? The student you had sex with?"

I sighed, "I've been wanting, well, Debria for some time. I was surprised that she wanted me. She took advantage of the situation. I'm sorry. I went with the flow."

I could tell that she knew I'd enjoyed the flow, too.

My mother sat back. "So you've been infected with the bug and so has Debria. She's aware, right?"

I nodded. "What will it do to me? To us? I've read that it doesn't do much to kids my age, but..."

"Well, son, first off, your sex drive will go up."

I'm a teen-ager. I knew my drives were pretty high, we'd discussed this in the past so I'd know that it wasn't unnatural and that I wasn't a freak, and she'd even talked to me about masturbation, albeit without too many details. I couldn't help but find some humor in this situation, so the obvious reply of "Uh, am I really likely to notice a difference? My hormones are already serious!" was well nigh irresistible.

My mother smirked, then nodded. "Yup, you'll know. So will Debria. In order to keep it under control, and avoid further spread, we will need to keep you two together. I'll have to call on her parents ASAP about this. In the meantime, you and I are riding over there to talk to her stat. Get yourself ready to go and call her to let her know we're on our way; I don't think you're stupid enough to no have her phone number already. I have things to get together. Go!"

I went. I got my shoes back on and fished out my jacket as I dialed the phone, my heart in my mouth, Camille answering the phone. It didn't take much to get Deb on and I told her that my mom and I were heading over there. Debria's tone went from a sound of loneliness to ecstacy once I'd imparted that news. Hanging up the phone I realized I could relate; just the sound of her voice had felt good.

I hustled out to the car with my mom and we took off. It was nice that her car was still warmed up so I didn't have to keep my gloves on.

I guided my mom to Deb's house and we went to the door, not even getting to knock on it before it popped open and I found myself facing Kim, her dad. Debria dodged past him and embraced me, despite the cold, which startled both my mom and her dad.

Before we could say anything he said "Come in out of the cold before my daughter freezes. I think she's provided an introduction, hasn't she?"

I remained wrapped in Debria, my body responding instantly to her presence. I worried while getting out of my bulky jacket and found that Debria did her best to hide my member once we were on the couch.

My mom started off with "I'm Patty, David's mom."

"I'm Kim, and, uh, what's with my daughter? Cammy told me that she kissed a boy on the porch and has been, well, anyway, she's been busy since."

I was having problems paying attention; Deb's hands were busy touching me and I soon found my shirt being unbuttoned. By now I was well and truly lost in the moment, nothing else seemed to matter. Then we were kissing each other again like madmen. My hands seemed to blur in the process of opening her clothes.

"Hey! Hey! Hey, you two! Debria! Stop that. David? Stop it you two!"

We stopped for a moment, stared at Debria's dad, looked at my mom, spotted her little sister watching from the stairs, then turned to look at each other and returned to a world that only had us in it.

How we got undressed enough to "get it together" I do not know. I do know that I did howl when Debria finally impaled herself on me, telling everyone in the room how much I loved her as she slammed home herself, crying out her love for me.

It was intense, it was insane, we were crazy, not caring who was there and we fucked our brains out, Deb screaming out notification of each of her climaxes until I made another delivery.

We sat there on the couch, her straddling my lap, our arms intertwined as we came down from our shared pinnacle. This cuddling afterwards was like a little piece of heaven.

Her father threw a blanket over us before the cool room could chill us. We lay there in a contented cuddle as my mom talked to her dad.

"So, Patty, you say your son and my daughter are infected with that youth bug that's going around? Is that why my daughter acted like a slut?"

"Well, if she wasn't with my son she'd be going crazy and be pretty ready to pounce on someone else... including you. She's pretty comfortable now, isn't she?"

He took a deep breath and agreed "Yes, she seems to be very happy now. So, what were you trying to tell me?"

"They really should stay together so that other people near them don't get itchy. The longer they put off satisfying their drives the more people around them will get horny, er, sexually excited. If they were both already adults it wouldn't have been so bad, but teenagers? Teenagers suffer some complications. Either my son needs to move in with her or she needs to move in with him."

My eyes met Deb's and I saw happiness reflected and we "hmmmm"'d at each other.

He asked my mom "So, how did these two catch that bug?"

My mother, cornered, still could not provide an accurate answer to him: "That part I am not at liberty to reveal. But both my son and your daughter have it. In order to keep either of them from going crazy-- or driving us crazy-- and to minimize the likelihood that they'll spread it further, the best isolation is to keep them together. Right now they can handle a couple of hours apart without having sex, but people around them will be getting hot. So, Kim, how would you like to handle this?"

Her dad hesitated. I saw Camille looking at us from another room and she noticed that I saw her and froze, like the old "deer in the headlights" look I've heard about. I knew to turn back to Debria before her father noticed the extra pair of eyes-- and ears.

"We don't actually have room for them to share a room here; she shares a room with both of her sisters, so there's no room for him here. So it looks like..."

We were interrupted by Debria's mom arriving home and I now saw her full racial mix.

Debria's dad was apparently of Japanese descent and her mother's skin tone was damn near jet black; Debria's (and Camille's) colors where a particularly pleasant mix of the colors. Her cheekbones and the now-gone hair was from her dad (as I could tell from Camille's hair) and her mother's own physical beauty was well reflected in Debria.

Her mother took in the scene with me and Debria on the couch in a compromising position, her husband in one chair and my mom on the loveseat. I paid attention to the appalled look on her face... and she sat down by my mom. "You're Doctor Peterson, right?"

My mom nodded, adding "Patty. Right now I'm here about both my son and your daughter. They were both exposed to the 'youth bug' that's been going around and they show all of the signs of first infection."

"OK, I'm Lori. What are some of these symptoms?"

My mother smiled. "One of the key symptoms is their sex drive goes right through the roof. If they don't fuck often enough they'll put out pheromones to draw in an appropriate mate, so, as soon as I walked into my house, my panties were wet. I knew it going in so it took effort to control the drive."

We watched Lori's face. She didm't like words like "sex" and "fuck", I could tell; Deb's grimaces at her mother's reactions confirmed what I'd seen. My mom's remark about having wet panties seemed to appall her, too.

I saw Kim's face tighten up and he went "Oh. So..."

My mom nodded, "Yes, that explains your hard-on when you got home."

He blushed. "So. Do you have room for both of them?"

My mom nodded. "Yes, we do, though I may regret it. I'm not sure how good the sound insulation is."

Lori looked from my mom to her husband, back and forth a few times, before asking "What's this?"

Kim sighed. "Patty says they need to stay together as much as possible so that they can keep each other satisfied. She tells me that they will be less likely to spread the bug if they have sex often enough."

Lori looked almost aghast. "But she's my daughter! And she shouldn't be having sex yet! She's too young! And it's wrong to have sex!"

The look on Kim's face at his wife caught my eye. I think my mother caught it and dismissed it. Deb's dad was not a happy camper. I suspected that her parents were going through a rough time.

My mother sighed. She didn't look all that happy, having to give this kind of news to anyone. Meanwhile, Debria and I started to kiss again, getting into it quickly, and she soon moved around on my lap, stirring me up. It didn't take long for us to be pounding together again, oblivious to all those around us.

No matter how quickly I climaxed, it seemed Deb was there with me, moaning and spasming. We went back to cuddling in a dreamy state, our kisses gentle, our touches reassuring.

And this time it was my mom that pulled the blanket back up, tucking it around our shoulders.

When I could concentrate again on something other than my half-asleep partner, I saw Lori's eyes as big as saucers, looking at us. My mother explained "The drive is now so strong that they can't care whether there's an audience or not. My son and your daughter are inseparable now, just to keep the rest of us safe from the infection. I suspect that you've just gained a son-in-law, just like I've acquired a daughter-in-law."

I could tell that Debria heard this and our eyes met. A feeling of bliss, of happiness ran through us, her body's response more obvious than my own as she sat wrapped around me. We'd be together!

When we were finally asked to get her ready to go, we found my clothes difficult to put back together, at first, but we really needed to shower before dressing given how hot and sweaty we'd gotten.

It should have been a quick rinse but Debria got me started again and I ended up pounding her against the wall... and we didn't have enough of our wits about us to even think of keeping it quiet.

After we'd let everyone in the house know what we were doing in the shower (and not by telling any of them), we were drying off and finding it easier to deal with getting dressed and all of the other "little" functions.

The rest of Debria's family piled into their minivan to follow us in my mom's car. Debria and I sat together, her head on my shoulder, as we rode home.

How the hell was I supposed to know? I was happy. Somehow I could tell that my mate was happy; it seemed odd, but I could almost feel it.

With our arrival at my family's house, we all got in out of the cold.

Now our house was a lot bigger than Debria's, so arranging for me to move into the "spare bedroom" with her was not a great inconvenience.

My brother's first good look at Camille when they came in was instructive: he melted. I looked at Camille and saw that Chris had caught her eye the same way; I'd heard that that "love at first sight" was a myth. Watching Chris and Camille melt as they looked at each other made it far less mythical. They were lucky: Our folks were concentrating on us. They didn't see another couple forming there, right under their noses.

As much as I'd have liked to deflect attention away from us, I didn't dislike my brother enough to point it out and bring this to their attention. I could tell that Debria was also of the same mind. We kept our thoughts in that area to ourselves.

It seemed my little sister Ellie was getting along with Debria's little brother Bobby so they were well-neutralized. They went off to play video games in her room. The sound of the game system and their enthusiastic voices as they played against each other told us they were happy.

We discussed the sleeping arrangements, we would be in the same bed, my mother explaining how we should keep the door closed and how we needed to minimize our impact on my sibs. When my mom brought up accommodations the school would make, Lori started getting upset over how her daughter needed to "act like a lady".

My Dad, as usual, wasn't at all impressed by Lori's talk about "propriety"; he's an Engineer. On top of that, his feet weren't big enough: after he put his foot in his mouth he could still talk. When he finally spoke up it was to explain "Look, Lori, Kim... he's our son, yes, she's your daughter, yes, but... consider the realities. Our children, if they don't fuck enough," he looked at us and then back to Debria's folks "will end up spreading this thing as they get pursued. And I've been reading about the bug, too, and there have been gang rapes because of it. In both directions, too. Do you want your daughter pulling a train?"

I was surprised with my dad's language, but then, he'd also been in the military long enough, so must have known the meaning. The thought of letting on that I knew what it meant struck me so I managed a pose of confusion. This posture was obviously lost on my father and mother but fit into the expectations Deb's folks would have.

My own innocence being projected was met by a fairly blank expresson on Debria's folks. Obviously the phrase went over their head.

Can any adults ever be this naive?

Lori said it first: "Pulling a train? What's that?"

My dad sighed, along with my mother, an exasperated kind of sound. My dad's eyes met my mom's before he turned back to supply "It's a gang bang."

Again, looking at Lori, I saw her eyebrows scrunch together. She still didn't understand, and it showed. Kim caught the reference but it was obvious that he didn't want to have to explain it to his wife, who, given her attitude, would probably be annoyed at him for knowing what it meant.

My mother decided to clear it up "It means for her to have sex with as many men or boys in a row as she can... if not more. And, with this agent, whatever it is, she can handle quite a lot, too."

The look of horror on Lori's face was something to behold. It was priceless. I am quite certain that there are horror flicks that would pay big bucks to have her provide that specific facial expression for their movie posters. It was amazing she could find sexuality so utterly horrifying, given how many children she had. She finally got her voice back, wailing "My... my... baby! What will happen to her?"

My mom shrugged. "She needs to keep her activity limited to David. And David needs to keep his activity limited to Debria as well. We need to make sure this is arranged to protect them both and provide a united front to the school."

This was moving fast, I turned to Debria, who I caught in the process of turning to me. Our eyes met. I'd say almost anything to keep her with me. It took a few tries but I did gind my voice, pleading "Take me, sweetheart. I'm yours."

Her reply was to squeeze me and tell me "Oh, and I'm yours, too sweetheart."

Kissing her again was warming.

"All right, you two. Work together to get the most critical of David's stuff moved to your new bedroom while we get dinner going. Lori, Kim, you're all staying for dinner with us, right?"

I saw Debria's folks nod, almost happy, as we left them. We got up, kissed again, and headed for my old room.

My brother Chris always struck me as shy.

Yeah, right. This image of him was blown the instant we stepped into the room we'd been sharing and found him laying on his bed with Camille in his arms. They were kissing each other pretty hot and heavy.

Now, really, Deb and I really didn't need to see this. I was about to warn him about being aggressive until I saw it was Camille in the lead, climbing on top of him. I could tell her crotch was rubbing against his erection once she was on top of him.

Of the two of us, Debria was the first to regain the power of speech. "Cammy, what are you doing?"

The girl looked up at us "Hey, sis, you found a good guy. I figured his brother would be a good bet. And he's nice ."

I heard Debria's sigh. With my arm around her I felt it, too, and I could feel myself sighing in harmony. "Sis, be careful, OK? Mom and Dad are watching us right now, but they're going to notice you two are gone at the same time."

Camille looked forlorn at the pronouncement, as did Chris. "But, sis, I wanted to go all the way! I watched you two fuck and it looked like fun!"

This time she rolled her eyes. "Please, Cam, please, not tonight? You'll see him at school, right?"

They looked at each other and nodded.

"So walk each other home. Heck, meet on the way to school, too. Do some things together first, you don't have to jump into bed right away."

I could tell my brother was relaxing despite having a younger version of the woman at my side laid out on top of him. There was no doubt he was anxious. I finally spoke up a warning "And, Chris... you two will really need to work out contraception issues. Unprotected sex is not a good idea given how easy it is to get her pregnant. You'll need to either get some condoms or she needs to be on the pill."

My brother's anxieties didn't increase so much as focus on the issues when Camille blew my comment away with "But... I know that my sister isn't on the pill, and I could tell you two weren't using a condom, so, what do you expect from us?"

"Look, Chris, Cammy, " I must've had a grim look on my face, "for us is wasn't a good idea, but, with the pheromones and the like there wasn't much of a choice. I've got to ask mom about whether Debria can get pregnant given this 'youth bug' we got; we were told that it's usually impossible but, uh, Debria ovulated last night. Please don't take any chances right now, OK? Her mom is a bit rigid, and that's just with Deb, here. Besides... How do you guys feel about each other? Really?"

We were in the right place to see their eyes meet.

No, it wasn't just the sex hormones. They looked at each other like, well, lovers. This was a scene that would have made me despair just a day before, thinking that I'd never have one of my own. If they'd been filmed looking at each other the way they were just then it would have been banned as an illegal drug.

No one could look at them and remain unaffected. It caused an almost catalytic reaction when my own eyes sought Deb's and we melted together, kissing. Our hands seemed to be on automatic and we were soon fucking each other's brains out on my old twin bed, with me finally on top of her. This didn't diminish our pleasure with each other and she came with me again at the end. Our relaxation on my bed was, well, profound. Once I'd shrank back in size we moved around to enter the "spoon" position.

It took more than just a few minutes for me to focus on the other bed, where my brother and my lover's sister were.

At least they weren't naked, like us, but I could tell that Camille's nipples were hard, right through her clothing. My brother's arms were around her and she looked content in his arms, being spooned. My brother's face showed his own contentment.

"Sis, will it be that good for me, too?" Camille asked.

"No, Cammy, my first time was awful. You need someone who cares about you and your comfort and I didn't have that. And this bug or virus or whatever it is makes a difference, too. David is kind and loves me and wants me to enjoy it, which sure beats the hell out of Louis."

"Ewwwwwww! Louis? You fucked Louis ? Ick!"

My lover nodded. "You got it. I was pretty stupid then, you know. David's been a lot better for me. And I wish he and I had gotten together sooner. Right, dear?"

I kissed her shoulder, getting a shiver from her "Yes, hon. All that lost time. I'm sorry. I've loved you for a long time, and, well, I am so happy with you. I love you."

She squeezed my arms that I'd wrapped her in and purred as best she could before echoing "I love you, too." She turned to her sister again. "So, Camille, how do you feel?"

I heard the girl on the other bed purr next. "Loved. Wanted. Cared for. He's holding me. I can feel that he's hard, too."

My brother's face blushed. I guess he was as uncomfortable with someone knowing he was hard as I'd been. Debria saw it too, so she addressed it: "How does it feel, knowing that he's hard because of you?"

"It's exciting. He's not trying to do anything with it, I had to move around to find it. It was like he didn't want me to feel him. I like feeling his hardness. It makes me feel so, uh, wanted."

"Chris", I added, "how do you feel?"

I could see him looking panicked.

"She's in your arms, she's happy, she's even happy that they are your arms, now tell her how you feel."

My brother worked up his courage. "Cammy, I feel very good with you here. You're the prettiest girl I ever met and you're smart, too. I really like your looks. I like the way you smell. I love the way you smile. I love the way you look at me. The feel of your body in my arms is so fantastic. I never want to let go of you."

We listened as Camille purred again. I knew my brother had it bad for this girl. It struck me that it was a mutual feeling between them. I could relax, even though I was more than a little bit envious of the extra time my brother and Camille would get together.

"So, what is going on in here, eh?" said my father as he he stepped into the bedroom.

I was worried for my brother, figuring dad would get upset. Dad wasn't upset at all. I heard him sigh as he sat on the edge of my brother's bed. "It's good to see that both of my sons have excellent taste. Chris, as much as I think Camille, here, is a great choice, you two have to keep this cool for a bit, her parents are all bent way out of shape. They're still obsessing over Debria right now but you'll want to keep a low profile, all right?"

Chris nodded. I made a comment "I mentioned that they need to deal with contraception before they do anything more, but, dad, they look so happy together."

Dad smiled at me and turned to Chris. "Son, keep me up to date, I'll see about providing you two with condoms, though I do not expect you to hurry. Arranging for more convenient contraceptives will be rather problematic given her mother's attitude. All I ask is that you keep your sexual relationship as discreet as possible. Your mother and I have no problems, after speaking with them, with looking the other way for you both, as long as you're what Camille, here, wants."

I saw the smug look on Camille's face, strongly crossed with a look of contentment that, had I not already felt it, would have been contagious.

He turned to me and Debria. "You guys need to get this show on the road and start moving your clothes downstairs. I'm glad that Debria brought her schoolbooks and a few days of clothing so she won't be under pressure to go home tonight, even just to pack. Tomorrow we'll be getting more stuff and then visiting the courthouse to get your marriage license."

Debria and I stared at each other. I felt happy hearing this, but it seemed, well, quick. We turned back to my dad before I spoke up with "Isn't it up to us to decide this?"

My dad looked disappointed in me when he answered, sounding upset with me: "David, this is one of the conditions Debria's folks have demanded, if only for their ideas of propriety. I was hoping that you wouldn't have a problem with it, you both seem to be so well suited to each other."

Oh. That was why he seemed disappointed. This would be easy to resolve. "Dad, it's not like I don't want to get married to Debria, here; I don't like someone telling me I have to. I want them to know that I'll marry her because I chose to, not because I was pressured into it. So you will need to let them know that I thank them for approving what I want, all right?" I kissed Debria's shoulder before adding "Of course, that depends upon whether Debria agrees."

I heard her purr before she spoke up "Damn right. I want you, David. And getting hitched is not such an awful thing, is it? Especially as long as we can hold each other like this?"

I was smiling. "Hey, I've been dreaming of being married to you. It was harder to imagine, back when I was still a virgin, all that us being married would entail, but just to be able to hold you..."

"Kids, we'll get it filed and, when all is ready, we'll get you two hitched."

My brother spoke up "What about us?"

The look on Camille's face was priceless, just before rolling over to face my brother, grabbing his face and kissing him. She quickly pushed him over onto his back and lay on top of him again. My brother was certainly not discouraging this; his hands wrapped around her, holding her there as they kissed and cuddled.

Once both Camille and my brother were able to pay attention again, dad sighed, "Chris, the problem is that you're both considered far too young to make that kind of commitment. All right, we'll keep it in mind. I will admit that you two do look happy together but there's a lot you need to learn. It's not all sex, you know. Your older brother will have to learn things about marriage and responsibility he won't like, but will have no choice but to learn. He's chosen well, I think, but even so, it's not an easy path. Your first choice looks good with you too, but, OK." Dad paused a few seconds; we could see evidence of an internal debate before he picked up his speech, with "Here's the real problem, kids. I love Debria here because of how David seems to light up with her near him, and it looks mutual, too, which is reassuring. Camille, you and Chris are wonderful to watch, too. It's having Lori as an in-law that I dread. Debria, Camille, the biggest problem is your mom. Your dad is not all that easy to deal with, but he's way more open-minded-- or, at least, flexible-- than your mother."

Both girls nodded agreement.

"All right, that being said and understood, Chris, Cammy needs to be seen downstairs ASAP, so, as much as it hurts to let her go, you need to do it now."

The look of agony crossing Chris' face as he released Camille was only matched by the look of utter despondency on her face. Before stepping out of the room she kissed my brother.

"Chris, you'll want to change your pants to ones you've not stained. You'll probably need to beat off before dinner." My dad sighed, looking at him. "You lucky bastard, that's one heck of a good woman. You too, David. Both of you have lucked out to find girls who are both bright and complete foxes. I was pretty lucky but there are plenty of guys who aren't."

My dad sighed again.

"I should be glad that you both have such high standards. Get moving, guys. Oh, and Debria?"

Debs looked up to my Dad, "Yes.... Dad?"

He smiled and nodded, saying "Thank you. Please realize that I'm prejudiced so I think you did well choosing my son. I hope he lives up to your expectations.

Debria and I suffered through the process of peeling away from each other and getting dressed again, though we did pause often enough to kiss.

I knew that this "bug" had not caused us to fall for each other; it had, though, destroyed the barriers we each had erected. The sex was a bonding experience but there always seemed to be something more bringing us closer together.

We were soon gathering up my clothes from the dresser and closet and made several trips moving my stuff to the former spare room. Chris helped and smiled at Camille every time he crossed the living room. Kim and Lori watched Debria and I like hawks so they didn't notice their younger daughter and my brother melt each time they saw the other.

We were finished with the clothing and had started on some of my books when dinner was called; the table was crowded, the room was warm, and I could see my new in-laws relaxing.

Clean-up would normally fall on me and Chris; we got help from Debria and Camille this day, which, despite the extra hands, made the task run quickly.

There was a point where we could observe our younger sibs as they worked together; they moved like they were one person. Once the table was wiped down Debria mentioned it.

"Sis... if that's true, well, you both do that already" was Camille's answer. Her eyes met Chris' and they seemed to glow. I could tell Chris was walking on air. Looking back so was Cammie.

"Guys, guys, watch out. Cammie, mom and dad will have a cow if they caught they way you two have been making eyes at each other."

I looked to my match, then to my brother, "Yes, Chris, you don't want her to get into trouble with her folks. They'd probably come down on her like a ton of bricks just now."

Well, at least we kept ourselves quiet, but I realized, when my mom stuck her head in the room, that maybe we were too quiet. "Good, you're all done, c'mon back out to the living room, OK?"

We all found places to sit... and Camille pushed it, sitting in Chris' lap on the couch and cuddling into him. Given that her folks were focused on us they didn't notice them right away... but my parents did.

I'd already heard what my father thought. My mother, though, smiled. It was almost a smirk, actually, like she'd just given the Pope a hot-foot. The smirk faded when we were all settled and Deb's folks looked around.

Now a very different look struck Lori Green as she spied her youngest daughter's placement on my brother's lap, not so much horror but shock, anger and betrayal.

Chris, showman that he is, upped the ante, and wrapped his arms around the beauty planted on his lap, and kissed her forehead. Cam was now cradled in his arms as she lay her head on his shoulder.

Kim looked uncomfortable, of course, but he checked Lori's expression.

Lori managed to not explode after all. She just hung her mouth open and stared at Chris and Cam. When my little sister Ellie came in the room holding Bobby's hand at the worst possible moment we watched Lori gather up Bobby and Camille while snarling at us for being perverts as she got her husband going right away.

If looks could kill my parents would have been small piles of ash... along with me and my brother. Her husband seemed to be a bit less upset, nowhere near as rigid as he'd been when my mom and I had arrived at his house.

So the goodbyes were quick and sharp. I had no idea how things could get any worse than they were. I shrugged once they were gone and hugged Deb to me.

Getting to bed with Deb wasn't all that awkward, but this heightened sex drive my mother had alluded to didn't seem to be that great a problem; we only went at each other three times before fading to sleep.

For the first time in my memory I shared a bed, and I was hooked. I went to sleep with her in my arms in what I now intimately recognize as the "spoon" position. At the time it seemed one of the greatest discoveries.

While going to sleep with your love in your arms is one of the most wonderful feelings, waking up together is, I learned, much better emotionally.

We were both mildly flushed as we climbed out, a bit shaky, out of bed. We headed for the shower in the nearest bathroom. We were running a bit early but the immediacy of pressure from our bladders made finding robes a non-starter so I just pulled her, naked, through the hallway.

Don't laugh, but casual nudity around the house has never been an issue, and, once we'd relieved ourselves (Deb found the experience of sharing the bathroom to be, well, strange, and asked me to look away while she peed and wiped) and got ready to take our turns in the shower stall, the question of our quick trip through the hallway came up.

"I can't believe we were naked in the hallway! It felt so weird!"

I looked at her funny, as I started the water. "But that's normal. My mom and dad have never been strict about always being dressed, especially when it's only family in the house, so I've seen all of my sisters and my brother like this for a long time, and they've seen me, too. It's no big deal."

Deb's eyes got big and round as she answered "No big deal? Wow, hon... My mom would completely freak!"

I shrugged. The water seemed ready for me, so I climbed in and suddenly found it far too hot. I finally adjusted it down to a more comfortable temperature.

I wasn't prepared for what happened, I really wasn't. All of my hair fell out and dissolved in the water flow, as did five of my teeth. My skin also rubbed right off, like a sunburn, and washed away. My look towards Deb was almost panicked. Her look of concern included confusion as I screamed out "What's happening to me!"

Ten seconds or less my mother ran in, at a run, and she looked me up and down. Her initial look of anxiety from my scream faded almost immediately, and she reached in to touch me, telling me "Don't worry, David, I forgot to tell you about this. Your body is being reconstructed. Don't worry, you'll be fine afterwards." She turned to Debria and told her, "I've only heard of this process happening once, I really wish I'd seen it from the beginning."

The whole panic had settled out once my mother provided some calming influence and I was able to pay better attention to things around me. One of the first things I noticed was my ability to see clearly without my glasses. I also felt new teeth erupt from my gums where the ones I'd ejected came from.

Finally able to pay attention to events outside my own body, Deb was uncomfortable with my mother in the bathroom with us. I could tell because she tried to cover herself with her hands from my mother's sight, even though my mom wasn't even looking at her. It seemed Deb's folks must be pretty pushy with body modesty.

Adding to Deb's discomfort was my mom's lack of dress, too. She'd apparently been drying when she came running.

My attention snapped back into the shower as I felt the water turn cold on me, so I stepped out to re-adjust the temperature. This was quick, and I hopped back in to finish the task of washing.

With no hair left on my body and only short hair on my head (I cheated and had a quick look in the mirror), I certainly did not need much shampoo, so the process of washing myself, in full view of my lover and my mother, was not long in being complete. I left the water on for Debria as I toweled off.

Deb was still pretty shaky, trying to cover her body, so I kissed her, wrapping my damp arms around her, feeling her feverish body, which got her arms around me. I finally backed off the kiss and told her, "Look, my mom has watched us fuck like bunnies, I think seeing you wash and dry won't be a problem. Relax, she's a doctor, and wants to see what happened to me happen to you. OK?"

I felt her nod, even if she still shook a little.

I could tell this was not easy for her, but she did it, climbing into the shower, and I watched her turn down the water temperature.

I got to watch Deb's reconstruction, which proceeded pretty quickly.

The fact that she shaved her body made it hard to tell when she shed her hair, but an outer layer of skin also washed off and her smallish breasts got bigger nipples, reminding me of Ms Williams and Ms Nugent. My mom was paying close attention to the process and was completely inattentive to her own nudity. When Deb turned the temperature up again (I saw her shiver) my mom's interest was lost because the process was over. She hugged me and was about to step out of the bathroom when Deb turned off the water and stepped out for a towel.

I helped her dry off, despite her comments of discomfort in front of my mom... much less me.

Once I'd dried off Debria enough, my mom dropped the boom on us. "Guys, you need to be comfortable with each other's skin, if you're both going to be a couple. Son, I know you don't have much of a problem with this, right?"

My eyes ran over Debria's body, scalp (with fresh hair growth; like me, she sported that "peach fuzz" look) to toes and back to her eyes. Her face seemed darker as I smiled and answered "Damn straight. I don't think I could have found a more attractive woman no matter how long I looked."

Deb's face got even darker even as she smiled. I realized, suddenly, that her dark skin tone made a blush something that wasn't all that reddening. I smiled back at her, adding "Deb, I love you. I hope you understand that."

Her face was melting, her nudity suddenly forgotten, as she answered "Dave, I love you. I have for a long time."

I must have looked like I was melting at that point. My mom gave us a short time to smile at each other goofily before she went on. "Debria, you need to be more comfortable in just your skin in front of David, too. There's nothing wrong with being seen by him like this, and, really, nudity is not a bad thing. I have to say, though, that seeing you fucking on the couch is something I'd like to avoid, so, if you would, please refrain from it. It's rather more public than we really need to be-- and cleaning up the furniture is a bit of a chore, too. Oh, and Debria, dear... you have nothing to be ashamed of. My son may be so smitten he can't find fault with you, OK? I'm a doctor, I see more flesh than I want to, and I don't think I can find fault with you. Now relax, OK? I think the only real reason for you to hide your body from the rest of your family here is so that we don't end up feeling inadequate."

Deb looked pole-axed, her eyes wide. My mom kissed her on the cheek. "Welcome to our family. Now you guys get ready for school."

Unnoticed by me during this time was the return of another erection. My mom noticed it and, pointing at it, told Debria "You want to take that down before you go to school, OK? And, by the time lunch rolls around, I'll make sure that the accomodations are in place. Now git!"

We preceded her from the bathroom and stepped out in front of my dad, brother and little sister. I didn't flinch (even though my erection showed my readiness) but Deb started to until I squeezed her hand. My dad's expression of worry when we walked out shifted to one of far more comfort. He paid Debria more than a little bit of attention but he shifted his gaze to my mom and I saw him smile. My brother Chris meanwhile mapped Debria's body like radar; as we stepped him, he asked her "Does Cammie look as good as you?"

Deb stopped, despite her embarassment, and looked him in the eye. "I don't know, I've never seen her. I'm not really comfortable, my mom kept telling us that nudity is shameful, so, I've never seen her naked and, until yesterday, I don't think she's never seen me that way either."

Chris' face got upset. "I'm sorry, sis. That must be hard to deal with. I'm glad you're doing OK right now." He stretched and kissed her cheek and strode away. Deb turned her face to me. "Sis?"

"So it's not official until we exchange our 'I dos' but he's smart enough to think of you as his sister-in-law already."

Ellie was there, too. Her eyes were shining looking up at Deb's unclad form, a big smile on her face. "Wow. You're neat." She put up her hands for a hug and I watched the woman I never wanted to be away from hug my sister. Even though she released my hand for it she didn't seem to worry about her nudity.

We finally made it to "our" room and Deb was on her hands and knees on the bed, saying "Let's try it this way. I've heard of doggy style, I want to finally try it out."

I've heard more stories from guys in the locker rooms about how seldom their girlfriends could "cum" but all of my experiences with the three women I'd actually shared sex with made it sound like lies; none of these three had any problem at all reaching a climax.

Of course it might have been this "youth bug" that made it easier for the women to reach an orgasm despite how quickly I came.

It was nice to be able to do it twice, of course, never leaving the position. I left quite a load in her so we wiped up her pubes and she pulled a sanitary napkin from her bag. We did help each other dress, taking time to hug and squeeze each other, slowing our progress.

Breakfast was initially uncomfortable; I could see both of my parents smiling, almost smirking, as was Chris. Ellie seemed oblivious but was insistent that Debria sit next to her; it was a good thing for me that her demands didn't seperate me from Deb.

I'm not usually a farina kind of guy but my appetite was a surprise as I dug into the bowl. I spared some attention to Deb but she seemed about as lost in the process of emptying her bowl as I was. In hindsight, it makes sense but at the time we were still hungry and, smiling like she had an ace up her sleeve, my mother told us to get ourselves some more.

We managed to clean the pot in three servings apiece. We were the last out of the house because of that, but we did manage to get to school on time, despite having to bundle up against the cold.

Arriving at school with Debria, holding hands, felt good. Looking over to see her periodically reminded me of how so very lucky I felt.

We got teased a bit as we arrived and I helped her out of the parka and I peeled the stocking cap off of her head. We hugged at her locker as she locked up her jacket. We then went to mine where I dumped my gear and proceeded to class.

Sadly, I was only in three classes and a lunch period with her. It wasn't easy to be away from her.

My first period class, Art, wasn't much of a problem otherwise. I hadn't yet felt what the rest of the day was going to be like.

Second period, Math, we shared. With our new relationship this class was easier for me to concentrate on. We took seats next to each other, which the teacher allowed; our occasional glances and touches weren't too disturbing to the class.

It wasn't until Math was letting out that we realized that a problem was growing; two boys and three girls who'd sat nearest us showed signs that could only be seen as arousal.

Third period I had Spanish. My own arousal had been warming up slowly during Math, so I was already starting to feel the "itch" (for want of a better word) before entering this classroom. By the time class was over I could tell that the two girls who sat nearest me were aroused; their nipples were pronounced despite the thick clothing.

My time in Computer class was uncomfortable for me, but at least I'd have lunch next. The "fog" of the drive was in the process of kicking in; it took some concentration to pay attention to the class (and my assignments) and I didn't have much left over to pay attention to the students around me.

Debria and I met in the hall and my body (well, all of me, by this time) welcomed her presence. A squeeze that was hard to stop showed me that her body was welcoming me as well, as we headed for lunch ... to be intercepted by the Principal.

Of course, we stood out, happily walking, hip-to-hip, each with an arm wrapped around the other, so he pulled us aside and led us to a lounge.

"David, Debria, I've been briefed in on your needs. I'll leave you two here and I'll lock the door and stand outside. When you're finished, please unlock the door and I'll walk you down to the cafeteria."

Yes, he was eager to get away from us. Apparently Debria was putting out potent pheromones because he was having a problem walking with a hard-on.

The door clicked shut and it was a mad scramble to use the couch as a place to have sex.

It was strange to me; we rushed together, almost mindless, in an urge to couple.

After the first wild fuck, we were able to take more time to show affection for each other as we went for seconds. It is always better after the pressure was off.

If it hadn't been for some rumbling from our stomachs we would never have made it to lunch. Mr. Bocchino, the principal, was pleased when we got back out and walked us to the cafeteria.

Now I'm sure everybody knows that school lunches are planned to be nutritious, but somehow never seem to taste that way. Usually the meals served were pretty repulsive, though some things were far more repulsive than others. On this day we learned something important. Our experience of the morning wasn't a fluke. Whatever we had in our bodies made the school lunch smell good, if not great. Even with a huge quantity of food from the morning we tore through our lunch trays like a feeding frenzy and almost frightened the others at our table.

We were still somewhat hungry. The poisonous food didn't seem so poisonous any more so the small portions were no longer a good thing. We realized that we'd need to bring big bag lunches in the future.

We were in the same gym class so we walked to the locker room doors and we split for our own locker rooms.

Our school has a swimming pool, which I've sometimes heard is uncommon; this made it simpler for us to have a swim team. We also had a basketball team but a football field had been plowed under for a parking lot. Debria's place on the swim team and her exercise in the pool was impressive the few times I'd had the nerve to go over and watch her do laps. Now I could observe without the pangs of fear running through me.

I did this between the little basketball games we played in the gym, adjacent to the pool. I managed to make my way in to the pool area to watch Debria tear through the water.

One of Deb's friends, Barbara, sat down next to me, and took the opportunity to talk. "David, I heard you and Debria are going steady. I also heard that it was rather sudden for you both. What seems funny is that I first overheard some teachers talking about it."

"You can say that. We both got hit with the Youth Bug some folks have, so, to keep from spreading it, we have to stay close to each other."

"Really? Why?"

"Otherwise we can spread it to others." I sighed. "We have to get together often during the day to avoid setting other people off."

She looked at me funny. The she asked "Set other people off? What's that supposed to mean?"

I'd been trying to avoid being explicit but it seemed I had little choice. "I was told that we've got to avoid getting horny because we'd get people around us horny."

Her mouth suddenly hung open as she stared at me. Her mouth finally closed with a snap. "Oh. That explains it. David, I really feel like jumping you. What..."

I got up and moved as far from her without being completely out of earshot. "I think you need to maintain your distance so that none of the pheromones I think I'm putting out will affect you. OK?"

She nodded. "Of course, David. But I've been interested in jumping you for a while, though, well, this time I was starting to get pretty itchy and a lot wetter than usual. OK, we'll maintain some distance for now, OK?"

I nodded.

In showering after gym I realized that it was something I'd need to do given our new situation. It was also a very good thing I didn't attract boys.

We compared notes and it turned out that boys didn't attract boys; Debria faced several girls who'd already had a rep as lesbians and told 'em no-- along with why it needed to be a "no".

Deb and I were only slightly itchy when we finally got to English class and chose to sit next to each other. Ms Williams was more than willing to make that adjustment which brought out the bozos again.

I didn't realize how badly Tony was going to step in it, though. He screwed things up enough that he got scheduled for detention from his behavior that afternoon.

No matter how stupid someone may be, you really wish there was some way of undoing a sentence.

We found out Monday that Tony, Nick and Jerry gang-raped Ms Williams while in detention. They were missing from school having been arrested. I didn't even want to think about the problems those idiots would be facing.

At that point, though, I was only thinking about the issue of sex drive; I didn't know what they'd really be facing later on.

After my week-end with Debria we'd managed to get to know each other a lot better out of bed; we found our compatibility outside the bedroom was, if anything, far better than in bed. My parents were happier as they got to know Deb; her enthusiasm for my sibs and parents was well accepted. (Part of me was wondering what stresses she'd gotten out from under, of course; Camille managed to get in touch with Chris. Camille actually snuck out to go to a movie with him so it was easy to see her seeing a need to escape.) Our new situation did wonders for finding a new equilibrium quickly.

We learned Friday's events on Monday morning; the news of the attack was troubling but Ms Williams wasn't that much the worse for wear despite having been beaten. Whatever the youth bug was it caused injuries to knit and heal quickly. Learning the three boys were in isolation units due to the infection was one thing that sounded reasonable but we were quite certain their sex drives would be providing torture.

It was interesting how things worked out around us since we were given opportunities to take the edge off. It didn't take long for Beth and Traci to recommend that we shower off after each such assignation which kept down the "pheromone" level from us.

It actually took until the next week-end to exchange vows with Debria; I've never been so afraid of anything in my life, so afraid I'd do something stupid that would scare her away from me. We didn't expect much and pressed for a simple civil ceremony.

Deb's folks were still unhappy with the situation all because of how it "looked". Lori still had a stick up her ass about propriety, which seemed misplaced. (Her emphasis on "propriety", not the stick.)

Married life, even with the limited situation (not having a real job and still living under my parents roof) seemed to be comfortable. We grew together with my parents and siblings around us. I was learning more about this than I'd expected and it felt good that Deb had quickly inserted herself, making all of us "our" family. It was no longer "my family" or "her family" but our families.

School continued and our wedding bands (and medic alert bracelets) set us apart from others but we accumulated more in our crowd of friends who had questions about married life that we weren't quite yet really qualified to answer. The most asked questions, as you might imagine, revolved around sex, and it was mostly girls asking Debria. I didn't ask about what kind of answers she gave out; my own answers did reflect my desire to keep it reasonable private but I did encourage the need for "emotional connection". Questions about how Debria was in bed got deflected with glares from me; I wasn't about to share her. Talk about possessive, right?

We were there to help Beth after the gang rape and would visit them both on occasional week-nights and week-ends. Our times together at Beth's weren't entirely innocent once she got past the violence of the rape; she was not immune to the urges we all shared and both Beth and Traci were able to trust me. I would like to think that me being me helped them to regain some trust and reduce the trauma.

There were complications.

One complication arose from our first time together: Debria had actually conceived. Somehow, despite the effects of the youth bug, we'd hit a window that only one other infected couple had managed. My parents had mixed feelings at first. This pregnancy was being watched very carefully.

Well, I could understand. I don't think they wanted to be grand-parents quite yet, but we were lucky enough that they finally accepted this without once screaming at us. At least they knew the score.

Given my in-law's attitudes towards us (we didn't visit them often since we felt unwelcome) we kept the news from them. Debria agreed with me that they'd need to warm up to us before sharing such news.

It was interesting to watch my younger brother and Deb's little sister dating, although a lot of it was "on the sly". The way they looked at each other and melted in each other's gaze was enough to hospitalize a diabetic.

The true price tag for this syndrome finally arrived three months later, in the beginning of June, not much school left before the summer.

I learned that my mother had only twelve hours notice but all she did was put us under close observation within the house. She let us know that she had thought of having us stay over-night at the hospital because of a coming change.

Deb didn't feel anything odd but I did. In the morning I got up, my mother nearby, Chris holding the camcorder, and, naked, I climbed out of bed. I wasn't real steady and it helped that Debria was there to help me to the bathroom. She was still quite steady.

I'd been encouraged to sleep in the nude but I was still woozy as I reached for my dick to take a piss and almost screamed. There was nothing there for me to hold on to. My mom had warned me that something was going to happen to me in the morning. It wasn't life threatening but would be a wild ride for me. She told me that I'd be all right, that there was no reason to panic.

Well, she was right. Something had happened. My skin also felt itchy and hot, so, once I'd sat and peed, I climbed into the shower.

My brother Chris proved that he has a future as a cameraman. He got an excellent tape of what happened to me next, all without any real close-ups of my genitalia. While it ended up being pixelated for broadcast, this tape ended up becoming one of the reference tapes, at least for three months.

Yes, even looking in the mirror still feels wrong but when I watched that tape I almost freaked.

At the time, I was very confused over that was happening to me, but I was still able to respond to discomfort: I felt hot so I turned down the hot water to compensate. Watching the tape surprised me; I'd set the water to "full cold".

Even at full cold it felt warm as my body started to melt. I didn't know it at the time but the effect was eerie when I later watched the tape.

In hindsight I can't say it was painful, just disorienting. My shape changed. My mom hadn't told me what I would change into, just that it wasn't too terrible. She was just barely reassuring enough for me to avoid panic.

So, really, I wasn't paying as much attention to my body as it changed; it was only later that I saw the transition, watching my waist narrow, chest grow small breasts with large nipples, my hips widen and my legs changing shape that I was barely able to catch on to whose shape I was wearing.

The water started to feel cold so I realized the change was over, so I turned the temperature back up and started soaping myself in full view of my family and the camera. I found my breasts, my waist, my buttocks... and my pussy.

You can bet that I pulled my hand away in surprise. I also realized that I wanted some time to play with it later, when there was no camera watching me.

When I watched the tape later it was strange to realize that I'd mentally retreated from the situation and just washed my body and shampooed what hair I had. It was weird then but finding habitual actions for the situation was the best way I could cope with the change. Even if the features my hands ran over (and the region's new sensations) varied from my previous experience.

Heck, my hands felt different.

Drying, with help from Debria, I found Ms Williams' face in the mirror where I'd always seen my own face before. Except for the eye color (mine were hazel, hers, as I remembered, were a vivid green) it was like I was staring at Beth. I'd become a woman.

"Now what..." I asked my family, my voice not sounding right in my ears. Even my voice had changed. To me.

My wife smiled at me. "It's a good thing we exchanged phone numbers. We gotta call them." My mom, standing behind her, was nodding.

That's when the extension phone in my room rang in a wild counterpoint to our discovery; picking it up I discovered a boy's voice asking "David?"

Well... who was I to not answer. "Yes, this is David", even though my voice wasn't really mine.

"This is Beth. Have you showered already?"

"Yes, Beth. And, yes, I'm a girl, wearing your body. What do we do now?"

"Well, I'm going to throw something on and have Terri drive us over there. I'll bring some clothes for you, too, OK?"

I grunted agreement and we hung up. I turned to my folks and told them "Beth and I apparently exchanged identities. She's going to be on her way here with Terri. Mom, is there anything you think we need to do right now?"

My mom is too much of a doctor along with being my mother. She also has a sense of humor that is dangerous, too. Her smile showed her amusement but only got me anxious. "Well, I hope you don't mind wearing a dress. I'll also have to give you the drill on maintaining a woman's body."

I nodded. I stood there, still quite naked, as Debria took her own shower. My mom was almost disappointed that nothing happened to her body as Chris taped the exercise.

Under normal circumstances Deb and I would be hot and ready to fuck like bunnies; the drive, it seemed, was muted. We were actually fairly relaxed for a change.

And, in actuality, it was a good thing that Deb was bisexual enough to hold me once we were dried off. I realized that if she'd not held me close I would have been devastated.

All right, so I wasn't sure how well I could cope with ever having sex as a woman with a man but I hoped it would be a while before I would feel the pull.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing.

It turned out that Terri's lack of enthusiasm for the male body -- even mine -- kept her from jumping Beth. When she and Beth arrived I found myself flat on my back being fucked by Beth wearing my shape, as I wore her shape. It wasn't to be for some time after that it would be my turn to feel the drive though I had no problems given the rewards.

When Beth and I were done we needed another shower; sweaty, sticky and slick in one spot or another so we washed together before gathering up clothing and getting dressed.

I never had a real chance to tell off my mother for having Chris tape my first fuck as a girl. Watching the tape later was not a comfortable event. I could tell, though, that once it started we were pretty mindless as we made the beast with two backs.

And, yes, there is a big difference in female orgasms as I experienced them. Having to pay attention to what felt good was a pre-requisite; they weren't without some effort, I did have to want to enjoy the attention. As a former male it took me all of a minute or so to figure it out (getting some coaching from Debria, which seems odd now) and that made it easy to make the jump. Once the habit of thought formed and the reward for the behavior settled in, repeated trips became almost easy.

Sure, I was slower than Debs or Beth had been at reaching each climax, but I was learning how for the first time. This also taught me how much Debria and Beth (and even Terri herself) had liked me.

It was only after we were all dressed to leave for school that it hit me-- what had happened to Tony? And his cohorts?

That thought was swept from my mind during the trip to the school where I arrived with Beth, Terri, Deb and my Mom, going directly to the office. I was pretty shaky given that I wasn't wearing clothing that felt "normal" to me. Panties? Sports bra? A dress? The athletic shoes and a warm jacket were the only things that felt right.

Beth had dressed in my most formal clothes, wearing a tie, but did mention how different these clothes felt.

I'd always hated that three-piece suit. It pissed me off more when my mom had it re-sized when I'd lost weight from the youth bug. It was spooky to see it being worn by someone else... who seemed to like it.

Walking into the office, though...

Silence. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing and stared at us as my mother took the lead and walked to the principal's office as he stood by his door, like a statue, staring at us as we approached him.

As Beth drew abreast of him he looked and said "David, is that a new look?"

I answered, wearing Beth's face (but not her eyes!) "I don't like that suit", pointed at Beth, "but she does. Ick!"

Beth stopped looked at me, "Hey, if you'd worn something even half as good as this I might've seen you as handsome."

I waved at the dress "And something as ancient as this? Why can't you own some nice jeans or something?" With this I noticed my mother-- and Debria-- rolling their eyes with a long suffering expression...

I stopped and sighed, then turned to my mother: "You called ahead, didn't you, Mom?"

My mom smirked at me and nodded. "Yup. I wanted to give him a chance to tease you, especially after the way you two had been shaking things up at school. I think he's thankful there weren't more like you two."

Principal Bocchino smirked right back and nodded. "Yes, we were waiting for you both to show up. I have to admit this is a surprise-- one I wasn't quite ready for. This whole switch thing kind of lets the cat out of the bag, doesn't it?"

I looked at Beth, she looked at me, our eyes met... and I realized that her eyes were the same as we nodded to each other.

Beth spoke up with my voice, "Yes, and I'm not sure how we can do this comfortably. I have classes to teach, and I did try to dress for the occasion, but I don't know how we'll be fixing things. Do I go to my room?"

"Yes, wear your badge, even though it has the wrong picture on it. You've got a class-room to deal with."

Beth stalked from the room and I watched her go.

Now all of them turned to me. I reached for Debria's hand and found it, my sudden feeling of anxiety fading with the first squeeze.

Principal Bocchino stared at me. "You do know that this is an embarassment to her-- and she'll likely lose her job for having willingly had sex with a minor. We'll have to see whether this will blow up or not, she might be able to hang on, but, despite the three stooges, this won't go easy no matter what. I just hope that you realize that this will be hard on her... and you."

I nodded. "What of the three? They're in prison, did anything happen to them?"

Bocchino nodded. "After your mother briefed me, I made a call and discovered that there are suddenly three identical girls mixed in with all of the men there. I've not heard anything new since."

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