CHAPTER EIGHT

I woke up Tuesday in a pretty good mood.

I had told my parents about The Program the night before. They were mildly interested. Then again, that’s their usual. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, we get along—but we don’t interfere in each others’ lives much. I have mine, they have theirs, and we swap stories over the dinner table. Hey, they’re supportive—if I had a real problem, they’d be the first to lend a hand. But I try to handle most of my life by myself and leave them out of it.

I drive to school. Maggie walks, I know that. I beat her there, I was close to a half-hour early. So, I went to the entrance, and waited for her. She showed up in no time at all.

"Well, hello, Chuckles," she said.

"Good morning, Margaret," I grinned.

"Don’t call me Margaret!" she fumed.

"Anything you say, Margaret," I said, choking down a laugh.

"Asshole," she grumbled.

"You love me and you know it," I grinned at her. Boy, did I get a look! "So, Maggie. Do you need help getting your clothes off?"

"Uh, I don’t think so." She started stripping right there.

"Too bad. Would’ve been fun." I reached for my shirt. In no time at all, we were naked. She pranced into the door ahead of me, pretty much ignoring me. Boy, was she getting a lot of attention! She couldn’t go three feet without having a hand in her pussy. I’ll give her credit. She genuinely enjoyed it. I’d always kind of wondered about her—was she really that enthusiastic about sex? I had gotten a hint when I had eaten her out yesterday. I got another hint today. She really was that enthusiastic.

I have to admit, I found it incredibly appealing.

Anyhow, I was getting groped more today. I even got groped in the gym shower—Tara was shooting daggers at the person doing it, but my groper didn’t seem to care—so I spent most of the morning with my hormones doing a slow boil. By the time the afternoon, and Biology, came, I was horny as all hell.

So, I asked for relief. And I wondered. Would Maggie offer to return the favor? She did, with a little challenging smile on her face. Of course I picked her.

She came up front and I said, "This isn’t any sort of challenge for you, you know. I concede. I’m horny, it’s been a while, and I know how good you are, so you’ll have no trouble getting me off."

She gave me an evil grin, and said, "Oh, I know I won’t. However, I’ve got another challenge for you. I dare you not to react verbally. No moans, no groans, no squeaks, no ‘Oh my god Maggie you’re so GOOD!’ None of that. Bet you can’t do it."

Oh, this girl had style! "You’re on, Benson."

"Get ready for the blowjob of your life, Braden." She took me in in one gulp. In-fucking-credible. She was working me over very nicely, but I managed not to say anything. I just kept grinning at her.

Then she bit me! My mouth popped open and I glared at her, but I didn’t say anything. She dragged her teeth down the length of my dick. This was not pleasant. Then she bit me again, harder, not enough to break the skin or anything, but it hurt. "OW!" I said.

She pulled off me, glared at me evilly, and said, "You lose." She tried to get back on my dick, but I pushed her away. "I think I’m done," I said coldly, and got up and went back to my seat.

"What just happened?" Ms. T said.

"Nothing. Forget it. I’m fine," I said. Maggie was still on her knees in front of the empty chair. She got up and went back to her seat, staring at me. Ms. T looked at me, but I didn’t say anything else. She just shrugged and continued the class.

At least my dick went down. Out of pain. That little bitch. I wanted her head on a platter.

I think I went too far.

Damn, I wasn’t trying to hurt him! Just tweak him a little bit. Make him make noise, you know?

But, you know what? This was Chuck Braden. Fuck him.

But, boy, was he pissed! I didn’t want to deal with him, so I made sure I got out of school in a hurry at the end of the day. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough.

"BENSON!" I heard from behind me. "You bitch!" I just kept walking away from him. I ended up on the empty football field, but he had pretty much caught up with me. "Benson, stop!"

"What’s the matter, Braden? Did I bruise your little wee-wee?" I giggled.

"That was uncalled for. That was low-down. I don’t mind playing a little game with you, but I’d never physically hurt you." Damn, he really was pissed.

I probably should’ve given in, because I probably did go too far. But giving in isn’t my style. "Oh, I didn’t hurt you, you big baby."

"Your teeth are sharper than you realize."

"OK, so I did hurt you. You deserve it."

"Why?"

"Well, we can start with Tara Boucher, OK?" I blurted. "She’s a friend of mine."

Chuck stopped glaring at me, and looked down. "You don’t need to hurt me for that one. I’ve been beating myself up for a year and a half."

"What?" I said.

He took a deep breath. "You don’t know the whole story. Nobody does. That three girls in three nights stuff? That never happened. I had three dates in three nights. The last one was with Tara. She’s the only one I ever slept with, though. She was, in fact, my first."

"We had been dating for a couple months, but we weren’t exclusive. I dated other people. But she was the only one I ever slept with—like I said, that night was my first. And I asked her to go out with me that night. She said yes."

"I told three fucking people about it. I was excited. Those three people were friends, people I thought I could trust. They spread it all around the school, and mangled the story while they were at it. Tara was devastated, and I’ve been trying to apologize to her since then. She dumped me, and won’t talk to me. Dammit, Maggie, I liked her. I’ve felt horrible since then."

"OK," I said, "but then why didn’t you learn your lesson?" He looked at me. "Why do you keep talking?"

"I don’t." he said.

"What about Vicki Langham?"

"That’s a fine one to bring up, Maggie, you spread that one."

"Hey, I heard that one from someone else," I told him, "I didn’t start it."

"I didn’t say you started it. I said you spread it. I never said a word about Vicki. Someone else did. I went out on a date with her, it was fun, I liked her—and the next thing I know it’s all over school that we slept together. I never told a soul that. And there’s someone else that won’t speak to me."

"You never talked about anyone?" I said in disbelief.

"Except for Tara. And I wish I could take that one back. And that’s the truth." He looked really despondent. "Is this why you hate me so much?"

"Kind of," I admitted uncomfortably.

"Kind of?"

"You turned me down," I said, looking at the ground, "when I asked you out. In ninth grade."

"What, you never got turned down by anyone else?" he laughed.

"No, it was the way you did it." I glared at him. "You acted like I was something that you scraped off your shoe, like I was beneath you. Like, no way were you going to stoop to going out with the school slut."

His mouth dropped, and he gaped at me. "We have a serious misunderstanding." I just looked at him. "I didn’t think any of that, ever." He looked down. "I turned you down because I was terrified."

"What?" I gasped.

"Remember. I just told you Tara was my first time. That was the beginning of tenth grade. You asked me out in the spring of ninth grade. I was a virgin. I was a lot scrawnier back then, and more shy. I was scared of girls to begin with. And you had your reputation by then. When you asked me out, I almost pissed my pants. You scared the living daylights out of me. And you’d better not repeat a word of this to anyone. This is very embarrassing to admit. But I couldn’t let you go on thinking that I was looking down on you."

"Wow," was all I could say.

"And, if it makes you feel any better, I regretted turning you down," he grinned.

I smiled back. "God. I’ve been hating you for two years for no good reason." I looked at him. "Why do you hate me?"

"For spreading the Vicki rumor. And because you hated me—because you don’t treat me very well."

"I’m sorry about the Vicki thing. And I’m sorry I bit you."

"Apology accepted," he said. "Hey, I’ve made my own bed with some of this. I really did fuck up with Tara. And I’m sure I could’ve turned you down with more finesse." He grinned at me. "You’re intimidating—especially back then."

"Me?" I laughed. "Miss Easy?"

"Well, your aggressiveness is intimidating."

"A lot of that was by necessity, especially back then." I took a breath. "I lost my virginity when I was 12, summer before seventh grade. I was hooked. And, you know what boys are like at that age, you were one. If I was waiting for the guy to make a move, I’d be waiting for a long time. And I wanted sex. So I made the moves. But since I started that way, that’s my reputation." I grinned at him. "I don’t get asked out much. I have to do most of the asking, still."

"You don’t like that," he said.

I turned away from him. "Well, you know. It’d be nice….." I couldn’t finish.

"For someone else to admit that he wanted you," he finished.

"Yeah."

I heard a deep breath from behind me. Then, "Maggie. I want you." HUH? "I want you so bad I can barely make a fist. And I’m not just saying this." I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! "Now that we’ve settled our differences, all I can think of is what you looked like when you came yesterday in bio. I want to see that again. I want to do that to you again. It’s the most fantastic thing I’ve ever seen in my life."

I still couldn’t turn around. "We hated each other fifteen minutes ago!"

"Even then, I wanted you. I just couldn’t admit it," he said.

Oh my God.

OK, the moment of truth.

Look, I said I hated her, but I didn’t. I was pissed at her for spreading the Vicki rumor around, but I know she didn’t start it. It was mostly a reaction towards her antipathy for me. And, now that I knew what caused that, it all just didn’t seem to matter anymore. The only thing that seemed to matter was what she looked like yesterday when she came. I think it was permanently burned onto my eyeballs.

Look, I thought Maggie was attractive. She was slim and compact, but that was fine. And she had an absolutely gorgeous smile. I’m attracted to nice smiles. But I guess I didn’t understand until yesterday how sexy she was.

And then she turned around. Finally. And I really understood how sexy she was, because I’ve never seen desire like I saw in her eyes. "You better not be bullshitting me," she said.

"Not on your life," she said.

She was on me before I even knew what was happening. Her lips were devouring mine. She was wrapped around my body. I had to lower her onto the ground before she tackled me.

Which I suppose would’ve been appropriate, seeing as we were on the football field, but I wasn’t wearing pads!

In fact, I wasn’t wearing anything. Neither was she. We had been in such a hurry after school—her to get away, me to catch her—that we had never gotten dressed. At the moment, that was very handy. I was on the ground, Maggie sprawled on top of me, our lips locked, our tongues dancing. My hand went to her boob, and she groaned. We were like that for a few minutes, kissing, our hands running all over each other. Then I grabbed her hips, and started pulling on them, upwards. I was hoping she’d get the hint.

She did. She crawled up me, and then crouched above my face. She lowered her pussy towards my waiting tongue. I licked up and down the length of her pussy with my tongue. I did this for a few minutes, then went for her clit. I sucked it gently into my mouth. Maggie had a prominent one. I liked that—lots more surface area for me to play with.

"Oh, God, that’s so fucking good!" Maggie moaned from above me. I drew little circles around the tip of her clit with my tongue while I sucked it between my lips. I felt her thighs tighten around my ears. My hands were on her hips, and she was gently rocking back and forth, just a little, above me.

"I-I’ve never done this like this before," she got out. "With me on top, I mean." Imagine that, I actually showed Maggie Benson a new trick. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Ohgodohgod!" She increased the undulating of her hips—I was doing all I could do to keep in contact with her clit. She ground her pussy into my chin. Then she screamed "OH FUCK!" and dropped right down on top of me, grinding her pussy into my face as she came. She flopped forward, landing on her hands—which was a good thing, I was having trouble breathing—and tried to catch her breath, leaning on her hands and knees.

"Oh, God, that was spectacular," she gasped.

"You ain’t seen nothing yet," I promised. I crawled out from underneath her, and took her by her hips and gently flipped her over, so she was on her back. I positioned myself between her legs, and slid my cock up and down her pussy. She grinned up at me. I grinned back, put my dick in place, and slowly slid into her.

OK, I didn’t expect it. I knew how experienced she was—and, while I’m not small, I’m not all that big, either. She’d had a lot bigger than me, no doubt in my mind. So how in hell was she so tight? I got in all the way—finally—and she had a big shit-eating grin on her face. So, I asked her. "Don’t take this the wrong way, Maggie, but you are tight!"

"Oh, that ain’t tight," she grinned—and then I felt her pussy squeeze my dick. Then it rippled all around it. Jesus Christ, you want to talk about muscle control? Incredible. I looked at her in complete astonishment, as she still grinned at me, working her pussy all around my dick.

"You might wanna ease up on that if you want this to last longer than eight seconds," I said. She laughed, but I noticed the motion down below had quieted a bit. I slowly pulled out, and then slid myself back in. And what she was doing! She opened up as I slid in, and squeezed together as I slid out. It was absolutely incredible. Trying not to go too soon, I pushed all the way in and held there for a minute, trying to take the edge off. Immediately grasping what I was getting at, she clamped down hard on me for a few seconds.

I had never felt anything like this. Now I know where Maggie got her reputation. She was incredible.

" Jesus, you’re good," she gasped out.

"ME?" I said incredulously. She just laughed. I kept sliding in and out of her, and she kept with that muscle control. After a while, I started going faster. She went right with me. Her legs came up and hooked around my ass, and her hands were on my sides, as she pulled me into her. She squeaked every time I bottomed out. The sounds of our bodies slamming together and Maggie’s squeaks echoed throughout the empty football stadium.

I was close, but could sense that she was, too, so I desperately tried to hold on. Then, she went, howling—and there was no way I was going to hold on through that, not with her pussy doing the fucking twist around my dick. I plowed through her contractions for a few strokes and poured myself into her.

Afterward, spent like never before, I pulled her into my arms and rolled us onto our sides, and cuddled her as we both tried to catch our breath.

Oh, God, I was drained. What a fuck he was. Almost as good as he was with his tongue—which was saying something!

God, it took me forever to catch my breath! "That was something," I said to him.

"You’re telling me," he grinned. "Now I know where you got your reputation." I just laughed, and started to disengage myself from him. "Where you going?" he said.

"Well…." I wasn’t much for post-sex cuddling. Well, most guys I’m with aren’t much for it.

"Don’t go," he asked, and held me tighter. "Unless you have to go home."

"OK," I smiled, and relaxed. Well, this was new. "I don’t have to go home. Daddy’s cool."

"Is your mother cool?"

"My mother ran off when I was ten," I told him.

"Oh, damn, Maggie, I’m sorry. I didn’t know."

"I know you didn’t," I said.

"You have a brother, don’t you?" he asked.

"Two," I smiled. "Joe is 12, he’s in sixth grade. Vinny’s 20, he just finished his sophomore year at State. Vinny’s probably my best friend outside of Amanda. We got each other through all the bullshit when Mom left. Joe’s the one it really affected. How about you?"

"No brothers or sisters. Both parents. They’re OK. They love me, but we kind of lead separate lives."

"My Daddy’s the best," I told him, "but we kind of lead separate lives, too. Less so, now, but when Mom first ran off, well, he was upset himself. And he had to worry about Joe more."

"Does he know what you’re like?" Chuck asked me with a chuckle.

"A little, not the whole thing," I laughed back. "He knows I’m responsible, though. Vinny’s the only one that really knows what I’m like. He worries about me."

"Why?"

"Mom. Y’see, Mom couldn’t handle being with one man. That’s why she left. She got bored with Daddy. Vinny worries that I’m like that. Honestly, I worry about it, too. Leaving a man is one thing—leaving three kids, one of whom is only five, is another."

"Have you ever had an actual relationship?"

"Well, I’ve had steady fucks, but it’s never been exclusive."

"I don’t know if it has to be. I know Jared and Amanda aren’t completely exclusive."

"I couldn’t do that," I told him. "Believe it or not, I’m the jealous type. Look, I’m very good at giving my pussy away. I’m less good at giving my heart away. If I ever do it, I’d better be getting the other person’s heart back in return, and I mean completely. Because I think if I ever do fall in love, it’ll be with everything I’ve got. I’m not a halfway type of person."

"No, you are not," he laughed. "Have you ever come close? To falling in love, I mean."

"Once. Well, twice, almost. The first was Rick Ronning. We had one of those steady non-exclusive fuck relationships last year. I was thinking about asking him if he wanted to make it exclusive. I liked him a lot, I know that much. Before I worked up my nerve, he came and told me that he couldn’t be with me any more, because he was going out with Amy Purcell."

"Damn. Who was the other one?"

"That’s the tough one," I said. "It’s not that I almost did, it’s that I know I could, if circumstances were different." I took a deep breath. "Mike Kirkland."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But he’s never, ever thought of me that way, and I know it. We went to bed once, it was great, but that was it. And now he’s got Lily, and that one’s for life—even I can see that." I took a breath. "How about you?"

"Tara," he said sadly.

"Oh, damn, Chuck."

"I’m over it. Well, mostly. It’s hard to think of what if when you’re the one that blew it, you know?"

"Yeah."

There was a moment’s silence, and then he said, "Do you like it?"

"What?"

"Being the junior class slut."

I cracked up laughing. "Look, I like sex, I’m not going to lie."

"Yes, you do," he agreed with a laugh.

"Yup. But it has its disadvantages. Look, Rick Ronning’s a good example. I don’t think he ever even entertained having something with me other than a fuck buddy, because people don’t think of me that way. Even if I did want an actual relationship with someone, I don’t know if anyone would believe me. Including the guy I wanted the relationship with."

"That bothers you," he said.

"Yeah. I also don’t know if people think they can trust me."

"In other words, a guy would think that you’d be cheating."

"Exactly. My only consolation is that I’m young. Which is one of the reasons I am the way I am. I’m only 17—this is the time to sow wild oats, right?"

"You’ve sown enough for eight people," he laughed.

"Oh, thanks," I laughed back. "What about you? You looking for a steady relationship?"

"Here? With my reputation? I don’t think so. That, I think, is going to have to wait until I get out of high school, and get to college, where nobody thinks I’m The Mouth That Roared."

"I’m sorry for my part in that," I said sincerely.

"It wasn’t just you, and the first mistake was mine."

"I’m surprised to find you’re really a nice guy," I admitted. He laughed. "I’m not used to this, you know."

"Used to what?"

"Cuddling after sex." We were still wrapped around each other in the middle of the football field, my head up against his chest. "I usually get shown the door right after the event." I took a breath, and said, softly, "It’s nice."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I always thought you were hell on wheels. You’ve got a soft side."

"Keep that to yourself," I said. He laughed. "At least we’re friends now. It’ll make the rest of the week go better."

"Absolutely. Don’t tell Mr. Tilling, though, we don’t want to give him the satisfaction."

I cracked up laughing. "Good point. That’s all he needs. With all the program partners that have hooked up this year, he probably thinks he’s the matchmaker of all time."

"Yup," he agreed.

I took a deep breath, and said, "Chuck? I’m usually not Miss Discreet, but could you not tell anyone about this right away, please?"

"Sure," he said. "Like I said, I’ve learned my lesson."

"Well, like I said, I usually don’t care, but—well, it’s funny. It’s going to take a lot of people by surprise, and I’m not sure I want to deal with that. Plus—well, I think I have to tell Tara, and I don’t want her to hear it from somewhere else."

"OK."

"Thanks." I started to get out from his arms. "I have to go, now, though."

"OK." He stood up, and helped me up. "Maggie? Thanks. That was something else."

"You were something else yourself. Thanks for asking. It meant a lot," I admitted. "And thanks for afterwards. That meant a lot, too." I leaned up and kissed him. "See you tomorrow."

"I’ll be there."

I didn’t even bother to go back to the box to get my clothes. I’d get them tomorrow. I just wanted to get home. I got lots of cars honking at me on the way home, though! And when I walked in, I got a series of comments from Vinny. I just told him to shut up.

I grabbed some clothes up in my room, went down and ate dinner, then went back upstairs. I had to talk to someone. I called Amanda.

I told her what had happened. "You slept with Chuck?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you hated him?"

"So did I," I told her. I went into some of the things we had discussed about his reputation and stuff. "I believe him, you know. I think he made the one mistake with Tara, and it got out of hand."

"So, how was it?"

"Fantastic. And, afterwards, we cuddled and talked for quite a while. That’s new for me. And he told me he wanted me, not the other way around. This was not my usual experience, at all."

"You sound like you enjoyed it," Amanda pointed out.

"I did. It also confused the hell out of me."

Amanda gasped from the other end of the phone. "You like him!"

"I think I might. I don’t quite know yet. But I think I might."

"Now, this was unpredictable. After you bit his dick in bio, I figured that if you ever got together, it’d be with weapons."

I cracked up laughing. "Oh, you figured out what I did?"

"Yup," she laughed.

"It was bad of me. I apologized. I was just trying to score points."

"I take it that it was still working even after you damaged it," she cracked up.

"Oh, it was working just fine," I laughed back. "His tongue was working even better."

"So, you had a good afternoon," she told me.

"Yes I did. Now I just have to figure out what it means."

I walked back out to the school entrance, fetched my clothes, and drove home.

I ate, then went up to do homework. I got some of it done, but found my mind wandering quite a bit.

Damn, she got under my skin. It was funny. I thought she was Miss Experience. In a lot of ways, of course, she was. But she doesn’t get cuddled after sex? I thought girls pretty much demanded that! This time, it was me that coaxed her into it. I’m glad I did, because it made her relax.

You see someone in school every day for a number of years. You hear about them. You know certain things about them. And then, in one afternoon, you find out how erroneous, or sketchy, or incomplete the knowledge is. Her about me, of course—with all the rumors about me, she had a wrong impression of me. But I found out a lot about her, too. It wasn’t that the information in her case was wrong, just incomplete. Woefully incomplete. She really is a lot softer than I ever would have guessed. And, though I wasn’t going to say this to her, a lot more vulnerable. And complex. Very complex. There were depths to this girl that I’d only seen the surface of.

The problem was this—I liked her. I think I liked her quite a bit. At first, it was just sex. I did want her, a lot. But, afterwards, it wasn’t just sex anymore. I hadn’t spent an afternoon that delightful in a very long time. But I still had to tread lightly. As she had said, we’d spent a lot of time up until very recently hating each other. Trying to figure out if we liked each other was very new. Also, I don’t think she completely trusted me. As an added kicker, it’s not like I didn’t have competition. She could go out with a different guy every night of the week and just pencil me in for Tuesdays if that’s what she wanted to do.

What was funny was, before today, I would’ve guessed that’s exactly what she’d prefer. Now, I wasn’t so sure, after what she said.

Well, I had time to figure this all out, I supposed. I went to bed, looking forward to tomorrow.

Looking forward to another day in The Program with Maggie Benson. Who would’ve ever thought that?

--end of part two—