Based off the premise of the Tigger stories by Jack C Lipton, used with permission
Yes, this story needs work.
My girlfriend, Krista Shoen, leaned over and whispered, "Want to go over to my house for lunch?" We where in our 3rd period class, geometry. One more class to go before lunch.
"What are we having?" I returned. It had been snowing, and snowing hard for the last week. The mile walk to her house would take a lot of time. So, what was she thinking? I had hopes.
"How about me?" she said smiled and gave me a look down her blouse.
"Sounds good." I had hoped that was the answer. God, I was as horny as one of the days her mother had to do without relief, Krista's parents had the youth bug. Mrs. Shoen had gone in for routine surgery four months back and had picked up the bug. They had billed her for the time during the time the CDC held her at the hospital.
I should have caught on then, before the school went to lock-down. Not that it would have mattered, it had already happened. Minutes later Principal Kerri Welton came on the PA, "Attention, regular school schedule is canceled till further notes. All students and staff are to report to their home room immediately and stay there."
Mr. Helson looked over at the wall clock. "I guess that means most of you are going to actually finish your home work today." The class would have gotten out in less then five minutes if we had the normal schedule.
"What the fuck is going on?" demanded Drake Cole. He has a bit of an attitude. Ok, more then a bit, he is well known by the cops because of his attitude.
"Please watch your language Drake. But to answer your question, I don't know any more then you do. I'm going to check my e-mail and see if they sent me anything. Most likely I'm getting the mushroom treatment too." Keep in the dark and feed bullshit I thought.
The clock ticked down and the bell finally rang. "Stay seated, you're not going any where yet!" declared Don Helson. "And no, I still don't have a clue why."
"Fucking bastard, no god damn way am I going to be fucking late for another fucking class. That cunt at the damn parole office is fucking threatening to send me back to the god damn fucking juvy if I'm fucking late to one more fucking class this god damn fucking month. That cunt is worse then my fucking bitch of a mother ever was. You're trying to fucking get me in fucking trouble!" vented Drake. Attitude. He's black in a mostly white community and had a chip on his shoulder. He had his basketball dreams smashed be his grades and had been moved up here to get him away from his so-called friends who were dealing drugs. Now he was a senor in 10th math class. What really drove the coaches up the wall was the fact that he could pull an A in any class if you could hold him to task.
"Drake, Sit down. 3rd period will be over when Miss Welton tells use it is over, not when the bell rings. You heard the announcement. And seeing how the schedule is canned your not going to miss lunch." Juniors and seniors had lunch after 3rd period, call it an 11 o'clock lunch hour. The local businessmen did not like teens who could leave the school in a car messing up their lunch hour. The only business that liked the open lunch where the fast food places.
I finished up with the last of the homework and put away my book. So much for geometry homework. Mr. Helson looked up from his computer, "Chris, I told you guys to do your homework, now get it out!"
"Can I turn it in? I'm done. As you said, this means most of us are going to actually finish our home work today."
The class glared at me. Even my girlfriend and my five other friends that I had in the class glared at me. I had been going out with Krista Shoen for over four years off and on, mostly on. Mark Granit and Joey Nabb where friends from grade school. Antony Paszert was the new one in the bunch, he had moved into town in our seventh grade year. Antony's girlfriend, Bridgette Berntly and Kris Hoop where Krista's friends. I had meet Antony when he had started dating Bridgette at the end of the seventh grade. The two had dated others, but they mostly were a item. Heck, I had a few hot dates with Bridgette when Krista had been away two summer ago, Krista had even arranged the first one. The only student not scowling at me was Maru Shimazaki. She had her nose in one of her bodes ripping romances. The tittle of the romance of the day looked to be in German. Well, she would be done with the homework. She was breezing through all her classes with a 4.0. She could be in honors geometry, but it would mess up her foreign language classes, Japans IV, German II, and Russian II. The story must be a hot one, she had worked a hand down the front of her jeans.
"Ah, no, turn it in tomorrow," replied Mr. Helson. "Do you have something else you can do till the rest of the class is finished?"
I nodded and pulled out my chemistry homework. Five minutes later and I was ready to pitch the book out the window. I did not want to do schoolwork, I wanted to do Krista, or Bridgette, Kris, Pam, Maru, Tarah... ok, any girl. Tarah Behymer had stopped working on her homework and was rubbing her tits through her shirt, and Pam Winters had her blouse unbuttoned to her bellybutton and the front clip of her bra undone. I had gotten several flashes of nipple from her. Miss moral her self, Angela English, had one hand on a tit and one down the waistband of her skirt.
Krista leaned over again and whispered to me, "O-boy, looks like all the men are saluting."
Looking around the class room I got the impression all the girls where sitting in puddles too. I whispered back to her, "Did someone catch the youth bug?"
"Some co-ed is in need? I'm a bit bi you know." Her eyes twinkled. I knew that she done at least half her girls friends and only one was truly a lesbian, June Lavalette, though Tianna Leisure preferred girls
"I'd say all the girls are a bit... bothered."
Her eyes shot wide open. "Chris, got your laptop? Can you tap the schools net-link? I need you to do a google search, keywords: youth bug, death of host, aggressive spread, and airborne." My shocked inaction only lasted a moment. Good God, we had all the signs of first-stage infection!
A search found the info. Bad thing can happen when a young bug host dies. CDC had a couple of papers on that. I turned the screen so Krista could read it.
Krista looked it over, "Helson should see this"
Mr. Helson was already heading over. "What should I see?" he asked. Like the rest of the guys he had a erection. One look at the screen and he was heading back to his desk. "Can you send it over to me?" was his only comment.
Our teacher started to read of the pages, stopping only to scan the room for trouble, a worried look on his face. After reading for a bit more and doing a bit of typing he looked straight at Krista and myself, "looks like you were right about what happened. I hope Stephanie and Naomi understand. Class, please try to keep your hands to yourselves. Looks like most of you are done with geometry. Ah, I don't want to have this class get too far ahead of the others. So, ah... hmm... English, write a letter to your boyfriend/girlfriend or partner/significant-other talking about your idea of a fantasy date. If you don't have a partner, then note it at the top. hmm... Ether put looking to get back together with X, or looking for a partner of X sex who is into the X sex who would like to do this. You can fill in the blanks. Who knows guys, maybe someone will read your fantasy date and say that sounds great, quietly doing it in a duck-blind as you wait for first light on a cold morning is my dream too." This got a few laughs.
We had five or ten more minutes when of the helicopters started to land in the sports field. And we got a flock of then. Four white coppers, two green copters and two chinooks. And a super osprey, that new four engine version of the V-22.
Once more the PA came to life. "Attention, some of you already know that we have had several helo's land at the school," said Miss Welton. "The reason for this is because we have had the possible release of a nano agent know as the 'youth bug.' Other names you may have heard for it are the 'nanovirus' and the 'bunny plague.' The 'youth bug' does no knew harm to a person who catches it. Well, no harm if some basic steps are taken. Ah, we are still talking to the doctors at the CDC about this, and we don't even know if the 'youth bug' is present or if people have been exposed. But we are taking steps before that is a issue. We are setting up a page on the schools web-page for Q&A though there is a lot that we don't know at this time. I hope we can resolve this soon. Thank you."
"Class, Jeremy Liebenberg, get your hands out of Zoe Kingsland's shirt." Zoe was sitting on Jeremy's lap and Jeremy was taking advantage of the situation, much to Zoe's apparent delight. Zoe stuck out her tongue and started to remove her shirt. I had to laugh, guess that is one way for a girl to get a boy's hands out from under her shirt! "No Zoe, the clothing stay on. Pam, Kris, the same goes for you guys! Ah, got the E-mail with the Q&A web-page link. Lets separate into two groups. Girls up front and boys at the back. Chris Kinsley can you move your computer? I'll run mine for the girls... second thought, let me log out and then the girls can use mine. any one else have a computer?" Good move on his part, one guy and 17 horny cases of jail bait? The class reluctantly split into two groups. We had four other laptops in the class. I had to talk two of the owners through how to link to the schools net-link and not a cell-link, the list of numbers you could reach on a cell in the school was short. Nice little bit of tech, keeps cell phones from ruling the school.
Antony came up to me, Mark and Joey at his side. "This 'youth bug' thing, it's the same thing Krista's parents have? The one that turned Katherine into a hot young babe?"
"Yes, and no we did not get the bug from them."
"Are you sure?" asked Joey.
"Yep, Krista had not shown the signs till the rest of us started to experience the symptoms. Let's check the school web site."
"Signs, symptoms?" asked Antony.
"Her libido went up a few notches. All of ours did. The CDC web site lists the symptoms and that is the near the top. Have you looked at it?"
"Centers for Disease Control and Prevention? That stuff is way too technical. How come you know so much?" asked Mark.
This is coming from a guy who is tricking out his car to the Nth degree, tuned fuel lines? He has shown me a thing or two on web searches in his quest for info, but that was for cars. Well, when he gets his license he is going to have a cool ride. "Because I'm over at Krista's house almost daily." I grinned. "Read up on pheromones. So Mark, still going out with Gail McPatrick and Joey you have Chasity Bendixen?"
Mark nodded, but Joey shuck his head. "Chasity is going out with Quincy what's his name. She broke it to me before school today."
"Brother, that's not bad new, that is freedom to play the hole field!" declared Drake Cole. "If you're tied to some bitch you not got you fucking freedom." Yes Joey Nabb was black, so was Tarah Behymer. After this outburst Drake went back to watching the girls.
"Krista said it would not last. Have you asked Stacy Wasylenki? Both Bridgette and Krista said that she fancies you."
"Mr. Wasylenki hate my guts. He hates the guts of all uppity niggers," mumbled Joey.
"Ouch, Krystle Hobart or Ashery or Alice Hossmann?" Why are people like that? I can understand people not liking Drake and his attitude.
"Why are you trying to hook me up?" asked Joey.
"If you have the bug your going to need it," I replied. "They don't call it the bunny plague with out a reason. "
The school Q&A web-page was a joke. Ok, it was not that bad, but still what they left out. Not one word on pheromones or the sex drive or even the 'green' crisis. Well, it was the school and sex is taboo. The page had a e-mail link so people could ask new questions. I did not think that the powers that be would post Q&A's on the taboo subjects, I was wrong. Less then five minutes later 'green' crisis was added to the list. The powers that be also did not block the CDC's site.
If the schedule had not been derailed we would be heading out to lunch in less then ten minutes, but still we had no end in sight. Well, other then the girls. Splitting the class slowed down the miss behavior, but did not stop it. The dress code keep slipping. Half the girls were showing more flesh then the school would allow. Time seemed to drag on as my mind went off on any tangent that had sex in it. Some of my thoughts made a wet spot in the front of my jeans. I had read up on the youth bug. More that one gang bang or orgy had started with a youth bug host. If we where keep here we would have one right here.
"Holy Fucking Crap, is this real?" said exclaimed Joey. He must have read some of the good stuff I thought. I nodded. "Ever four fucking hours?" he demanded. More nodding. "That is going to mess up school," he stated. That was a understatement. "Do you have the numbers for Krystle Hobart or Hossmann twins?"
We finally got a update from the Principal as the bell rang. "Attention, we are trying to get a hold of all the parents or guardians at this time, we are going to have some people from the CDC and some army medics checking you out. So please behave, and follow they instructions. Thank you."
Not long after the announcement there was a knock at the door.