I woke up this morning in mid-air, several inches the wrong side of the edge of my bed.
"Aah!" I shrieked when my butt hit the floor.
"Oh! Sorry, Bra. Are you okay?" Becky called from the bed above.
"Hurt my butt," I whined.
I had been snuggled, cozy and spooning in bed with her. She was startled by the rockin' music on my clock radio and flinched hard enough to launch me off.
I jumped on the bed and on Becky. I put her hand to my tit, my hands to her pussy and my mouth on hers.
"Mmm," Becky struggled to say something. "So you are okay, you and your poor butt? Uuh. More than okay. Can't handle touching there right now, though."
She did a beeline straight to the toilet. I followed and started water running in the shower. I followed her onto the toilet as soon as she finished peeing. She got in the shower - and screeched an "Aah" of her own. Oh, did I forget to turn on the hot?
"Here, let me get you hot," I said as I finished.
She grabbed my arm and yanked me off me feet into the shower. It was my turn to screech again. Glad she had the water warm. I crashed right into her firm softness with a smack that punctuated my squeal.
I stood really close to her with my hands between her legs and her boobs right at mouth level. Guess what got in my mouth. Becky was soon screeching for a different reason than cold water.
I actually wondered about Ingrid while I was getting Becky off. I know how well I hear Dad and his girlfriends in the shower from my room. His is just as far from the bathroom in the other direction. My attention had to get back to Becky when her legs got wobbly. I walked her back into the wall and leaned against her. Of course I just had to keep a boob in my mouth to do that.
She got off and sought revenge as if that was some terrible transgression. She grabbed my boob with one hand and picked me up with the other. That hand on my boob went between my legs and a finger went right into my pussy. She meant to do it - more of practicing for Program touches. As always, shocks ran through me. I remember going rigidly stiff, but that's all.
I came around all flushed hot and red with my areolas, labia and clit swollen. That was nothing new for one of those "orgasms." Becky was drying off and watching me while I sat gasping on the shower floor.
"I'll start breakfast. You just sit there and suffer," she said with a playful sneer.
I did manage to actually wash in the shower, dry off and stagger to the kitchen. Ingrid's bare back filled the kitchen doorway.
"... Becky ... best friend ... cheerleader," Becky was filling her in.
"In the Program?" asked Ingrid.
"No, but we support each other ... a lot," came from Becky.
"Support? Is that what you call it?" came with a snicker from Dad behind me.
I could see Becky then. The big, naked babe blushed totally red and put her hand over her mouth.
"We support, but what you heard are called hand jobs," I set him straight and made Becky blush more.
Dad and Ingrid went, "Oh" at the same time. Ingrid's face was still asking a lot of questions, though.
"Tell ya later," Dad whispered to her.
"Are you sure you need the Program?" Ingrid asked.
Becky and I exchanged a look and both of us exclaimed at the same time, "Yes!"
"Hand jobs? As in third base? You, Debbie?" Dad wondered out loud.
"Have to tomorrow. I'd better know what's going on down there," I answered.
Three naked girls (women?) and one guy in pajama pants had breakfast. Dad, Ingrid and the syrup bottle disappeared. Becky and I did dishes, then she recovered her clothes. She'd worn school clothes for today, so she just put them on. I was rummaging through my bras.
"Ya know, Bra, you don't get to wear one of those today," she reminded.
"For cheerleading. Mrs. Hilfes might let me wear one as protection if it shows a lot around my areolas," I told her.
By then I had the oldest one of my favorite style. It's a little small and made my boobs bulge at the edge of the thin fabric over the nipples. Guess what was first to go. I cut those parts off and tried on the bra. The straps came around the outsides of my breasts then under them. The bra pulled my boobs up and in, making spectacular cleavage. The support part still worked. Without the modesty part, the bra left my nipples, areolas and way more than an inch of globe flesh showing. Instead of pointing way to the sides, my headlights were pointing straight down the road. Those thoughts and some tweaks from Becky brought up the high beams on those headlights.
The bra, towels and a lunch bag went in my pack. Becky, the pack and I went in Becky's car - well, Becky's truck. She usually rides to school with her brother. He's a senior and drives a fairly new pickup truck like most farm kids. When Becky wants to drive anywhere, she gets the dirty old truck. Hey, that's a lot better than my bright shiny bicycle. Today's ride to school made up for the extra time in the shower and over breakfast.
A bubble followed me from the parking lot to my locker. It was mostly like yesterday - comments, posing requests and promises phrased like threats. The requests made Tuesday-like progress. They started asking to touch. I turned down the first few because they wanted a handful of ass or pussy. I did let one play with both my boobs for a few seconds. The guys around me got confused.
One finally asked, "Don't make us guess all morning. Cut to the chase, Shortstop. What can we touch?"
"Above my ... hips," I declared with my hands on my hips.
The bubble promptly collapsed and every boy asked a request to touch me. Nine of ten wanted a handful of boob. The others were scattered all over my belly, back, face, ears, neck and shoulders. Some of the ones who asked for boob grabs let their hands wander to other parts, too. In all I had LOTS of hands all over my top. None went below my hips. Sophomores started. Juniors and seniors got there just a little later. Freshmen mostly watched. Very close to half the three upper classes at one time or other had a hand on my body there in the hall - the male half.
Boys' hands on a boob had it squeezed, lifted, pulled to one side or the other or maybe twisted. A different boy was doing something like that to the other one at the same time. When one would let go, that breast would bobble, wobble and jiggle back into place, only to be caught and handled by the next boy in his own way. My boobs, and therefore myself, were really feeling the attention and the tingle. My nipples were way out and stiff. I was only sort-of hearing the requests.
I just kept repeating, "Above the hips. Touch all you want."
My chest is not all that new to a lot of these guys. They were tweaking and pressing on my nipples because they know how it turns me on. The ones who didn't know about my nipples were surprised how long and stiff they get. They were more of the experimenting for the experience. Either way, tingling spread from my nipples. My areolas puffed out and added that much more tingling.
A few clever boys went for gentle fingertip strokes on my neck and ears after they released their grip on a boob. Some kept going down my belly until I pushed their hand away. Yes, they felt good, but I couldn't let them go too far.
"Getting wet yet, Deb?" came from Sandi.
She wasn't close enough to see, but wouldn't have to be. She'd know how the tension builds. I was sure feeling it. The close crowd wouldn't let me move and I knew better than to try until the warning bell. Even then I moved much more slowly than with a bubble. All that groping and reaching can be dangerous. I really didn't want any bruises.
I got to do the attendance in homeroom again. All eyes were on my protruding nipples. Even the girls were staring at how far they stick out.
I did a bouncy jiggle show during announcements again. I stood slightly behind Mrs. Canaris, looked nonchalant and gazed around the room. I occasionally sighed with boredom, raised on my toes and dropped onto my heels. The jiggles entertained the boys, but the girls didn't like their study of my nipples interrupted.
I got to take the attendance to the office again. The boys from the other five upper class homerooms asked requests on the way back, but the freshmen only watched. Five guys were all over my upper body again. They had my boobs tingling enough to make me breathe hard and made my pussy run. The freshmen were fascinated, so they stuck around even though they weren't doing any touching. We all have a good sense how much of a feel to get for one request. More than that can be boring. The five upper classmen let me go at the right time.
Then it was my turn. Those freshmen and I had to walk a little farther. They were looking at me, blushing and trying to hide their erections.
"Don't you guys wanna have some fun?" I said as I thrust my chest out at them. "It's okay. I like it. Boys' hands make my boobs feel sexy."
One of them reached for me and I cautioned, "Hey, you have to ask. It's a request, you know."
That one stammered out a reasonable request, which I granted. He got both hands around one breast and his smile grew as he lifted and felt that soft globe with the hard pointed nipple. My smile grew right along with his. The other one seemed to be having more trouble with the bulge in his jeans. He was more shy, too.
"The other one feels left out," I whined to the shy one and wiggled my shoulder to make that boob move.
He choked out the reasonable request, "M...May I feel your breast?"
I nodded enthusiastically and pulled my shoulder up to present it to him. He did a two-handed feel, too. Now both my boobs were sending tingles around my chest again.
"Does this really feel good to you?" the first one asked.
"Sure. Those strokes, especially around the tips, send tingling all around. That gets all the way to my pussy and makes it get wet. You can tell when a girl really likes it by her nipples. Mine are way out and stiff," I told them. "When you get to second base with a girlfriend, try to get hers this way. She'll like it, too."
Both boys were smiling and their jeans were really bulging as they kept feeling me. The shy one suddenly went stiff and shook all over. He was excited. Really excited. Creamed his jeans excited. He gave little grunts and his knees wobbled. The other one blushed a lot and almost laughed at him. That ended the chest time for both of them.
The restroom was right there, so I dragged Creamy inside. I got his belt unbuckled as quickly as I could, but the wet spot was already coming through his jeans. I pushed his jeans down to his ankles and let his briefs take his semen. I untied his shoes and slipped them off. I pulled the jeans off, too.
"Rinse the jeans off, but only a little. They'll dry in a few minutes. You're better off going commando than wearing the undies, though," I advised.
I gave him a little peck of a kiss on the cheek. I had a personally reserved seat to watch him go about that - the Program toilet. It worked out that I could pee again in an almost empty restroom.
Mrs. Canaris keeps a quiet homeroom. She also gave me a big smile when she noticed the state of my nipples. She didn't have to ask why I was so slow getting back from the office. I got to concentrate on school work for the rest of the period.
The class change went like the time before homeroom. The crowd didn't bother forming a bubble. They asked and I allowed anyone to touch. Some girls even checked out my nipples. Their "Wow" meant something to me. We see lots of stiff nipples on Program girls in the locker room. These girls were impressed by mine. I thrust them out proudly.
That thrust put them right in Albert's hands. The seniors had arrived just like yesterday. Albert twisted them like door knobs. At least he kept his promise. They hurt a little from that, but felt good enough and jiggled when he let go. I smiled at him and stepped toward him. He had to know that his threat wasn't intimidating even when he carried it out.
He took a second to respond, "You liked that?"
I looked him right in his wide eyes and answered, "You know I like boys playing with my boobs. That was a little extra. See the nipples? They're reaching out for more."
"Hey, if you need help ..." was directed at Albert from several others.
"Nooo, thanks," he said as he twisted my breasts again.
I think that time made me gasp. It felt extra good - more of the tingle this time, less of the pain. He had to share after that. All I can remember is the sensation from all those touches. They said stuff, but with so many and all the physical attention I can't remember enough to quote.
Those boys did a lot to my chest, but nothing harmful. My boobs were swollen and red when I got into the room for geometry, but I don't think there were any bruises that time. I did mention that the groping crowd can be dangerous, didn't I? This one was even more so. I haven't seen that big a crowd around a Program participant.
I turned down relief again. I was running from the pussy enough to use my towel, but would still need more than five minutes to get myself off. I was going to need assistance and it had to be from a boy - a particular boy. Neither of us were ready for it, though.
I did more of the homework problems at the board in class. Some were mine and some were dictated by others. I didn't fall off the stool even once. I didn't get too coy, either. My natural jiggle and distended nipples were enough. At the very end, I couldn't resist. I jumped high off the stool, did a flip in the air and landed with my boobs caught in my arms. The class applauded.
"That really was good, Debra - the class work and the finale both. You're pretty much over your nerves now, aren't you?" Mrs. Canaris asked and I agreed.
Between classes there was another groping crowd clogging the middle of the hall - an extra-big groping crowd. Several boys found that they could get their hand on the inside of one of my boobs while someone else was holding the outside. Big breasts do have some advantages. The session escalated into a contest of sorts. They tried to find out how many boys could touch my boobs at the same time. Yes, I agreed to the request.
The first answer was: More than can fit in front of me. More boys stood beside and behind me. They reached around me to get the outsides and under. Some lifted my boobs to make cleavage way up high so those beside me could touch 'boob' up around my collar bones.
The warning bell ended the contest while more boys were trying to get a finger in here or there. There was no final answer. My boobs didn't care. They liked all the touching and ended just as puffy swollen as they were before geometry. They took a few pokes and some scratches from fingernails, though.
Mr. Bundt was more thoughtful today. He offered relief right away. Same deal with me - not in five minutes. The tension was getting to me, though. I really needed a discussion with that particular guy. I led the history discussion from atop the relief stool again. It worked like yesterday. My little naked body kept their attention and my prodding questions got answers out of them. Mr. Bundt liked today's class at least as well as yesterday's.
I was looking for Kurt on the way to chemistry. That was hard. Really hard. Short girl in a crowd of boys hard. All I could see were the arms reaching toward my chest and the boys' leering faces at the other ends of those arms. There were sure a lot of them. Yes, the boys were hard, too.
Right by the classroom door, that couple of girls asked for a touching request - the two of them together. They stood on both sides of me and ran their hands up and down my front and back. Each girl had one hand on my back and one on my chest. They lifted my boobs, tweaked the nipples and snuck the hands in back down to my ass. I gasped and shivered. I almost squirted my leg. Damn that was sexy, but it was out of bounds. I couldn't talk just then, so I only pushed their hands away. All three of us exchanged smiles filled with mischief. Those two are guaranteed interesting Program weeks in the future.
Those two got to me so much that I really needed to talk to Kurt. He was gonna be the first boy between my legs and I wanted relief. I'd only do it in class if he agreed to the assistance. He didn't come in until well after the warning bell - something about a crowd in the doorway he couldn't get through. No time and no relief.
I didn't need to do anything special. I was just an ordinary student in chemistry class - an ordinary naked student. We did the lab experiment. I showed everything through the transparent apron. My hard nipples held the plastic apron away from my boobs. That felt better than the sticky sensation when I was sweating in it yesterday.
Kurt got great eyefuls of my shape and all my parts. He didn't do any touching, leering or make any comments about how I look. He did keep his eyes more on me than on the chemicals. The conversation got around to relief after we finished the lab work.
"I'm going to need help with relief if I have to get off in five minutes, Kurt. Will you help me?" I asked him quietly.
He was too startled to be that quiet, "Help YOU!? Shortstop? You hit guys for even trying!"
I tried to explain, "Yeah, I didn't want to get past second, but now I need to. I want the relief with somebody I like."
"Okay, you need to be ready for tomorrow," he understood a little. "Still scares me to try you today."
"I'll only ask for relief if I know you'll volunteer to help," I made it more personal.
ME?!" he was starting to get the personal part.
"Like I said, 'With somebody I LIKE.' Think about it 'til English," I drove it home.
Some boys are so dense about this stuff. I take that back. All boys are sooo dense about this stuff. We were silent for only a few seconds until the bell rang. I only noticed the stiff bulge in his pants when he stood up from the stool at the end of the class. Too bad he goes home to work at lunch. I actually sighed.
I flowed with the stream to the cafeteria. There were only the quickest grabs at my boobs - each preceded by a shouted request, but not necessarily by an answer. Picked up a couple of bruises that time.
Frank was behind me in the line.
"Wouldn't you rather wear a bra?" he asked. "We usually tease to get you out of one, but this time ..."
"Yeah. These get too bouncy sometimes and they're getting knocked around a lot today. A bra would help," I agreed with a coy smile.
Allow me," he said and proceeded to emulate a bra.
He got close behind me, reached around and lifted both my boobs. He did that easily. He's the starting center on the football team. He's fairly short, packed with muscle and very wide. His shoulders start wider than mine by a bunch, so he can easily reach around. I soon noticed a little something poking my lower back. Okay, yeah, I just called him little. We've all seen each other in the shower, remember?
I could have arched my back and avoided the contact. Would I do that? Idontthinkso. That would get me so much more of the poking. I had to get on my tiptoes to do it, but I got the bubble of my butt lined up with his crotch. I was totally grinding him with my ass. I felt that stiff hard cock rise higher while I rubbed it with my butt. My bubble isn't that high, so those parts couldn't rub his cock when it got all the way up. I had to lean my back against him. I kept squirming and rubbing against his erection until he let go of my chest. Hey, at least Frank had better control than that freshman this morning.
"You win," he conceded. "Did get your areolas puffy. Wait 'til I can get to that cute little clit."
I didn't let him know how easy that puffiness was today, nor how not little my clit will be tomorrow. I just smiled, checked that there really was no wet spot around that bulge in his jeans and grabbed my milk - the milk in a carton to drink for lunch. Sheesh. Some peoples' minds.
Becky, Steph, some other cheerleaders - almost all my buds - were at the lunch table. Victor knew better. He was already at another table, but sitting so he could see Becky. They both made eyes and smiled at each other a lot.
With the bare headlights and glaring high beams pointed right at them, some of the older girls started right in talking about boobs. They asked if I got a lot of sensation. I bragged about all the tingling.
"Have you considered pierced nipples?" asked one of the seniors. "A bar or ring in your nipple gives that much more sensation. Yours would be easy to pierce."
"I don't need any more sensation," I protested.
Becky just rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything. A little later, her hand went absently to her own nipples. Maybe someone took the suggestion.
Constable Buchmeir did his normal traffic patrol waiting for students to hurry back to school a little too fast. He showed up early, though, and parked where he could see the naked Program girl. His eyes were on me, not on his radar. My mind was somewhere else, too, so I don't know if anyone got away with anything.
I announced the finishing of my lunch by flinging my bag through the freshmen's conversation again. They really can't afford to miss any of this Program stuff. Lots of boys came around quickly. Do you think they were waiting? I do. The first request was for me to get up on the bench by that table. I didn't get all the way up on the table this time. I wanted my boobs at the right height for easy handling. That's where I definitely didn't want my pussy. The bench would do just fine this time.
They requested, grabbed, fondled, lifted, stroked, rubbed, squeezed and tweaked, one after the other. Comments came from one after the other, too.
"Wow." "Soft." "Hard." "Firm." "Bouncy." "Wiggly." "Puffy." "Big." "Wow."
"So, Deb, how did these get so engorged?" As if he didn't know.
Eric got his turn. He bent down a little and put his face near my chest. I thought he was going to blow on me again. Not this time.
"May I lick your nipple," he asked and even waited for an answer.
I agreed and he did. My nipple almost exploded. That would have been enough to get both sides out, hard and puffy if they weren't already. I'm not about to leave it there.
"And anything else your mouth desires around my chest," I prompted.
He looked up with a smile, then looked back at my boob. He opened wide and sucked in as much of me as would go. He sucked and licked enough to have me gasping. A bright red blush spread from my boob around my chest, down my belly and up to my throat. Tingling covered all that, too. My other nipple even stiffened some more.
"No, Deb. You don't need any more sensation around your tits," said that senior cheerleader.
All that chest play after lunch was pretty well controlled. I was easy to reach and the guys all took their time. I don't think I picked up any bruises or scratches at all. I did pick up a lot of tension from all the chest play. I needed to get off and it was getting hard to wait for English.
The warning bell happened while we were still outside. There wasn't much in the way of getting to class after that. Mr. Scheer asked about relief before computer lit class. I just sighed. Oh, yes, I needed relief, but it had to wait for English class.
Today's assignment was to use a scanner to copy pictures and pages of text into the computer. Not much for a Program participant, you think? They tried to scan my boobs. That almost worked because these big things press big and round against the scanner glass. The places where my hard nipples kept me away from the glass and the edges of my boobs just didn't show.
Someone even had me squat over the scanner and tried to scan my pussy. My labia showed where they were pressed flat, but nothing else. Mr. Scheer pointed out that the scanner only works with what's flat on the glass and three-dimensional stuff should be captured with a camera. He also had some glass cleaner for the scanner. We found other things to scan. Lots of boys kept the scans of my parts. I have no idea why.
After a lot of chest play on my way to English, I was really, really ready for Kurt and relief. I gave him a sadly hopeful pleading look. I didn't need words. He could see the state of my boobs and the trickle running down my leg.
"Are you sure? Really sure? Promise not to hit me sure?" he asked.
"Really sure and there's no way I'd hit you," I assured him. "So you're gonna volunteer?"
He promised to volunteer and did. Ms Brits offered relief and I accepted for the first time. There might have been another boy who wanted to volunteer to help, but he hesitated, thought about it and didn't raise his hand. Kurt was the only one. We smiled at each other while he came to the front of the room and I dragged the stool out. Becky covered her eyes, but was peeking between her fingers.
"Just a hand job, and keep going even if my reaction seems kind of strong," I instructed.
He gently put an arm around my shoulders, led me to the stool and sat himself on it. That made it easier for him to reach down to me. He ran his hand over my boobs. That was the first time he did any playing with my chest, if I remember right. He was gentle and only spent a little time on my already-excited breasts. He stroked down over my belly and mound, then around my legs. I was wriggling my hips and pressing my mound into his hand. Oh, yes. I was ready and he was doing things sooo right.
He brushed lightly over my labia. The thought that he was the first boy to do that got me even more excited. Kurt slid his finger between my labia and spread the ready wetness. I felt the tingling I really wanted. The very good start said that Kurt wasn't new to this.
His finger sliding into my vagina, the action around my clit and the strong electric shock from them were the last things I remember for a while. It wasn't the raw, hard, jolting shock I get when I first touch in those places. I think the tension from all the chest play and Kurt's slow start made it a lot sexier. I came to my senses with Kurt looking down at me in a panic.
I heard Becky defending him, "That's the way she is. Really. It's just a strong, instant orgasm. He didn't do anything wrong - everything right, actually."
I was flat on my back on the floor and still tingling all over. My boobs were still at their fullest and now my pussy was, too. My labia were engorged bright red, swollen and open. My clit was swollen, too. It was sticking way out in front of me.
"Thank you, Kurt. Right, Debra. As soon as you can, stand and display. It is spectacular after all," Ms Brits ordered.
Kurt didn't leave right away. He needed a set of tissues for his hand. I'd squirted him and he was totally covered. He got another handful of the tissues and started wiping me around my legs. He didn't touch my pussy anywhere. Ms Brits handed me more tissues. I used them on my pussy, then both of us cleaned up the floor. I don't think anything got on Kurt's clothes.
Boys are physically most excited just before they get relief. Our school has them display themselves then, before they start. A girl is more blatantly sexy after orgasm, so we get to display ourselves then. "Display" this time means to stand and show off in front of the class ... and to give anyone who asks a close-up look. The five minutes gets stretched a little for that. How much stretch is up to the teacher.
After the first few seconds of display, everyone wanted to see my pussy. My clit is more than just prominent. It's huge when it's distended like that. Boys and girls both wanted to check it out. Ms Brits had me walk up and down all the rows. I did it with my hands behind my head. Most of them didn't know what to say about all they were seeing. There were mostly "Oh" and "Wow" noises from them. This display made me feel the attention, but nobody said anything humiliating.
Becky talked to Kurt while I displayed. She knows that he'll have other chances with me. I heard some of that and it wasn't very surprising.
"... You only did one stroke. That starts her orgasm and she always has hard ones. Didn't finish her. You need to keep going even when she loses it like that," she was cluing him.
"But she just collapsed right down to the floor. The scream scared me, too," he replied.
"That's Debra. Live with it," she chided.
English class had me reading more poems. I did okay after the first two and even forgot I was naked again. Those two were a little blurry. I think Ms Brits understands why.
As usual there weren't many requests on the way to the gym. Boys on their way to practice took only a few grabs on their way out of the locker room. As soon as Becky was ready, we went to Mrs. Hilfes' office with my modified bra in hand.
"Supports and doesn't hide. Way more than an inch shows," I said holding it up for her.
"Model," she instructed.
I did and it worked. I bounced on my heels and only the unsupported tips of my boobs bounced.
"Okay. Wear it for practice today - all the practice. No excuses for wimpy bounces or jumps this time ... and do your flips," she allowed. "I'll have the principal check you out. He'll have the final say."
She sent a student whose sport isn't in season with a note for Principal Hertel. He came out to our practice a few minutes later. His eyes were on me - all over me and only me. Hope he liked what he saw. He missed the good stuff with my nipples and clit because they recovered while I concentrated on the cheers. I was back in form. Becky could tell how much this meant to me. She put everything into her throws and I put as much into my aerial tricks.
"So she wasn't this good yesterday?" Principal Hertel asked when he finally came close.
"Way not this good. She can participate, but her performance is only good enough to make the JV without support around those melons. The pep rally is for all the teams that have a chance this fall - football, volleyball and these cheerleaders. With that bra, she can show why the cheerleaders have such a good shot," she explained.
I reinforced her story with some of my best pyramid work. The fronts of my breasts still jiggled a lot, but enough of the mass was held in and up that I could do all my good stuff. The principal said he'd have to think it over and let us know before practice tomorrow.
All that cheerleading practice and the weight workout got my mind off the sexual tension. It all came back with one thought of the shower. I went straight in there to that one shower in the middle and was soon surrounded. There were lots and lots of offers to wash me. They all had the implied expectation of more than just washing. They'd seen me do that lots of times and to Eric just last Tuesday.
It seemed like more boys than usual were crowded around. There was a solid circle all the way around me and all I could see was a forest of hard, erect dicks and the hands they wanted to get all over me. Should I be flattered that so many wanted to get at me?
Kurt was in the background of that group. Becky got behind him. prodded him and whispered something in his ear. He pushed through the crowd and asked if he could wash me. I accepted way too fast. Many groans and sighs came from all the boys around. Everyone got the message. Kurt and I became a couple at that moment. "Everyone" includes Kurt. He's not all that dense.
"Above the hips?" he asked.
"All over," I answered. "All."
He swallowed hard, got the soap and started on me. He was as good with the washing as with the relief. He started with my short pixie-cut hair, face, shoulders, arms, back and chest. He lingered on my breasts with the slippery soap making his strokes slide all around effortlessly. His attention to my nipples got them out again after all the cheerleading work.
He went down over my belly, lower back, ass and legs. He came up the front of my legs until only my mound and pussy were left. He carefully washed around the outside of my pussy. I pressed my mound into his hand because it felt sooo good and I wanted more.
"Relief again?" he still wasn't sure.
"Yes, and don't quit with just one stroke, dammit," I agreed.
His slow rubbing got me excited again, then he took a quick dip into my vagina. It exploded. It felt like a shock went off in every nerve around my pussy and spread all around me from there. Like with the relief, it was softer, warmer and a lot sexier than a raw touch. Kurt is really good at getting me ready. I felt myself convulse and heard the scream start.
When I came to my senses, he was sitting against the shower wall and I was on his lap. I felt warm and tingly all over. I could only focus on one thing. I was sitting right beside his erect cock - that luscious, hard erect cock that I want for my first. It twitched at me. His hand was still at my pussy. He move that hand to put his finger in me again and brush over my clit. I exploded again. It ran from my pussy all through me. I know I started to arch up off his lap and scream again.
I calmed down and opened my eyes. We were in the same position and his finger was all the way inside me. I was aware, but still gasping and tingling. He slid his finger out and brushed his hand over my distended clit again. That thing is all the more sensitive when it's out of its hood. He really did me that time and it felt sooo sexy. I felt the strongest shocking explosion yet, the start of a convulsion and the start of a scream.
I could write out each of those times, but I forget how many there were. He just kept doing that to me. He'd let me recover then run his finger in or out of me. I'd have one of my big, hard orgasms every time and come to with a warm, tingling glow. I was getting tired and was resting against him. Mmm. That was cuddly. I could spend a lot of time on his naked lap with him doing me like that. He decided it was enough after the one time I moaned instead of screamed. All my muscles went tense, but I didn't have the energy to arch up off his lap.
All the others were still staring. I only saw a real expression on Becky. She was smiling like she knew all about it. I heard plenty of Program-like promises, or maybe just highschool bragging.
Most went like, "Man, I'm gonna have her doing that all the way to history."
With the shower running over us, I don't think many noticed how my juices pour out in every orgasm. They may get more than they bargain for tomorrow.
Between Kurt and Becky, I didn't have to dry myself. I couldn't anyway. I just stood there leaning against the wall with one arm while they wiped towels all over me. Kurt was very careful to dry my labia without touching my clit. Becky smiled and approved.
I kept standing there while those two got dressed. Lots more students got a chance to look me over in that post-orgasmic state. There were lots more "Wow" and "Damn" from boys and girls who were staring directly at my clit.
Becky and Kurt both came over when they were dressed.
"So are you ready? Can you do it?" Becky asked.
"Yeah. I know exactly what's expected. I'll start at the Inn. Kurt, can I walk with you?" I had that step figured out.
Here's where our Program goes beyond just Naked in School. That first year, the whole community - town and surrounding area - got into it. The almost-universal nudity almost wrecked the Program, then they over-compensated. The whole town is into making the participant feel special and getting to know all about that participant's body. Right. The Parade.
The Program participant gets to walk down Main Street after school - naked and with all the Program rules in effect. "All the rules" includes requests for poses and for touching. The parade happens on Tuesday afternoon, so the participant can decline touching requests, but I know exactly what's expected for a good parade.
The minimum expected is a walk down one sidewalk from the school to at least the fire station. A good parade covers both sides of the street with stops at several of the businesses. Yes, all the businesses in our little town are along Main Street. We all know which businesses like to have Program paraders visit, which don't care and which won't have it. The hairdresser is an example. She and her customers crowd the place when the participant is a boy. He's expected to pay a visit. If he agrees to the requests, he comes out soft and satisfied for a while. The hairdresser shop isn't open on Tuesday afternoon when the participant is a girl.
Schuler's Inn is among the don't-care businesses. They aren't busy at this time of day. In fact, the bar is the only part that has any business now and that isn't a place where highschool teens often go. This time, I wanted Kurt's arm around me while we walked the first block. I needed that after the long string of orgasms he gave me. I also wanted to show off to his folks and maybe give them the idea we're a couple.
That's how we left school - Kurt's arm around my shoulders and mine around his waist. It least I could stand up and walk that way. The Inn is diagonally across Main Street and fills the whole block past the school when you include the parking lot. The two-story building has our town's hotel on the top floor, a really nice restaurant and a bar on the ground floor.
"Hi, ya'll," called Kurt as soon as we got inside the door.
"Hey, Kurt. How'd it go with ... DEBRA!" his mom reacted to seeing me. "We don't get many Program kids in here, and certainly none ... in that condition."
I posed this way and that for the three people at the restaurant table. Kurt's Mom, Dad and Grandma were sitting there sipping coffee.
"How did you get that way?" asked his Grandma.
I gave her a puzzled look. Surely she knew.
"More like 'Who got you that way?' we mean," his Dad said looking hopefully at Kurt.
I wrapped my hands around Kurt's arm and snuggled up to him with a coy smile. Mr. Schuler's look turned to one of pride. Kurt's Mom looked satisfied, too. Apparently, they liked how it went with Debra. We talked about my Program week for just a little while.
"I have to get on with the Parade. Nice to see you," I said to take my leave.
"It's our pleasure to see you," Mr. Schuler said and I knew just what he meant.
"Can we get together tonight, Deb? About the chemistry?" Kurt asked.
I rolled my eyes and answered, "Right. About chemistry. Just come over when you're ready."
Kurt walked me to the little room just inside the door. It was almost private there. He picked me up, held me to him and kissed me - with tongue. He kept a hand going around my chest and then down my front. He suddenly grabbed my pussy and gave my clit one of those shocks. I know I screamed, but not how long it lasted. When I came around, his Dad, Mom and Grandma were standing around us. He was still holding me to him and my head was on his shoulder. My expression must have looked as satisfied as I felt. All three adults smiled even more.
I left walking slowly. The parade can't get stalled in any one place. The next place to tell about is the grocery market. It's a place we don't go inside during a parade. A participant has to shop there naked like everywhere else in town that week, but not during parade time. The assistant manager, checkout guys, stock boys and bag boys come out to the sidewalk to see a Program girl. When the participant is a boy, it's the manager, stock girls, checkout women and bag girls who come out. The market parking lot is also a convenient place for people from outside town to park.
The expected crowd was in the lot and on the sidewalk waiting for me. I didn't disappoint. I stopped, greeted them all and did some poses to show off my blatant post-orgasmic state. "Wow" "Hey Shortstop" "Damn that's big" "How'd you get like that, Shortstop?" came from the adults. A lot of students work there after school and had just seen me in the shower. They already knew how I got that way.
Some of the men just couldn't resist. My prominent breasts draw a lot of attention at other times and I suppose there's a lot of curiosity ... or is that temptation? Several of them asked to touch my chest and I let them. Their pants bulged enough for me to take all that as compliments. The highschool guys let the men do all they wanted. They'll have chances in school.
All the attention from that big crowd made me feel special again. The sexual tension was building quickly even after the shower and the refresher Kurt gave me. The tension didn't all come from big crowds. The parade and all the rules are for anyone walking down the street, too. Several people took advantage.
One was the mother of one of my former boyfriends. She's one who saw my nipples poking through a shirt after a little time behind his barn. She's one of the face pinchers. This time she had her little daughter with her - elementary school age. The little girl just stared. The Mom's eyes wandered all over me
"No wonder your nipples show so much, Debra," the lady said to me. "You must be very sensitive."
"Yes, Mrs. Pugh, and not just on my breasts," I answered.
"Of course ... and I do understand what Jerry sees in you. Well, you enjoy your Program week," she said.
She concluded with another pinch, but not on my face. She pinched my nipple. I yelped a little, but with a smile. The little daughter giggled.
Two more who came out of a shop just as I came by were the lesbian couple from chemistry class. What are the chances that was an accident? They asked for a touch and I gave an expectantly coy look when I accepted.
"And you won't interrupt this time?" one asked and I shook my head.
They got on both sides of me again, worked over my boobs and held their other hands on my back. Some more guys came around and cheered as they stroked my breasts and tweaked my nipples. Only a few saw their hands slide down my back, over my ass and between my legs. They stroked and rubbed my labia and into my slit. I was soon shaking on wobbly legs. They needed to brace me to keep me standing. They braced me with their bodies. They spread their legs and their tiny, loose short shorts got out of the way. They were grinding on my legs - really hunching themselves while they stroked me. It was obvious that all three of us were enjoying this request. I came. They gave me one of those little orgasms that doesn't involve my clit or vagina. They gave themselves about the same. All three of us got off with squealing, gasping orgasms.
When they were finished, they produced towels and wiped all three legs and pussies. I checked myself over. I was flushed red and the protrusion of my clit was refreshed. Everyone around was still cheering for the girl-on-girl action.
"We knew your parade would be good, Shortstop, but wow. No wonder you're so popular," one of the men said.
Of course they'd say that. I just let people get me off on the busy sidewalk in the middle of town. I smiled and waved to shake my chest at all the onlookers. My look at those two girls was quite a challenge. They WILL see VERY interesting Program weeks.
Some of the guys around tried to follow me, but that's something we don't do. One of Dad's deputies just happened to be among the onlookers. He had the expected bulge in his uniform and did the expected crowd control. The parade moved along, but not the audience.
On the other side of the street in the next block is Turner Automotive and Implement. It fills the block with a gas station, auto repair shop, farm machine sales and service. It's the real service station in town. The quick-fill stations at the other end of town are mostly for interstate highway traffic and have higher prices.
Rich Turner is a senior and works there after school. He's good with cars and even better with tractors. When they can wait 'til school's out, farmers ask for Rich to take the service truck to their farms. His father and uncles run that business. They like to see girl Program participants stop in. Boys go across the street to the hairdresser. The Turners and some of their employees were in a repair bay when I got there. I wonder if anyone was in the other parts of their business.
I saw Rich watching during my shower. He knows exactly how I got this way.
Rich came right over and asked to touch, "... above the hips, right?"
"Not anymore. Anywhere now," I was getting bolder
He put fingers on my labia, stroked up to my clit then hit it. I screamed and convulsed as the instant orgasm hit me. It felt almost as good as Kurt's, but was a little raw from being so sudden. I came around sitting on the concrete floor - the greasy concrete floor. There were also greasy finger tracks over my pussy, clit and mound.
"Rich Turner!" I shouted and all the men looked scared.
They didn't know what Rich did and I do have a reputation. Rich was checking out how much I squirted all over his hand.
"How's it gonna look for my parade with my pussy like this? You clean me off ... and my ass, too!" I demanded looking behind me.
He got some white gunk from a can - a big glob of it on his fingers. He rubbed it all around his hands and all the grease came off. Hey, at least he knows he needs clean hands to clean me. Why didn't he think of that before the messy stroke? He brought the second glob of gunk toward me with a sly smile on his face. That smile grew when he spread the gunk on my pussy and some on my ass. I guess he did think of the mess before that first stroke. He rubbed the gunk in and wiped it off with paper towels. There was still grease on my clit. I pointed then stood with hands on my hips and scowled at him. He backed me up against the clean front of a soft drink machine. The next little blob of gunk came at me right in the clit. I don't remember for a minute or so after he started rubbing. He was holding me up against the machine and had a thoroughly soaked wad of towels in his other hand. I was feeling flushed, warm and tingly.
"See you guys," I said and started to walk away.
"Thanks, Debra," said Rich, all three Mr. Turners and all the other guys.
I was walking so slowly that I had plenty of time to see them adjusting the bulges in their coveralls.
Constable Buchmeir was standing around one corner on my way. I greeted him and mentioned the views he's had at lunch time the past two days. He blushed and had to adjust a bulge in his uniform when I walked on. No, he was on duty and didn't get into any requests. I also got to wave at one of Dad's deputies who was across the street. He started with a smile, then his jaw dropped open when he saw how my breasts moved with that wave.
The bank is a require stop for all Program participants. They keep the lobby open and people from all around gather there on Tuesday afternoon. Lots of those people on the street wait in the bank lobby when the weather isn't so good. As it was, there were plenty of people on the street and waiting in the cool air conditioning - all adults. As usual I know them all. Adults aren't so much with the requests and face pinchers don't ask anyway. I went down the sidewalk and around the lobby slowly and greeted each little group of people. It was really pleasant and sociable. The comments were that way, too. They said pleasant things in a sociable way - all about the sexy parts I was showing and the orgasmic state I was showing them in. They were using all the four-syllable words instead of the four-letter versions. They said a lot of how-to instructions. Yes, they all know I was a virgin and I told them I still was. I had to keep up with them. Just because they were the ones around me, I tried really hard to act mature. I think I did okay from the way they smiled.
Just think, I was the only teen in the bank, the only person in town naked, showing a blatant orgasmic state and I was the focus of every conversation with the people I live with every day. I dare you to stay pleasant, let alone cheerful in that situation. There was no way to forget my nakedness. I went with the natural nature of my state. That meant admitting that I like my body and its orgasms. Once I realized that's the truth, it was easy. I knew how the town expected me to parade and to act. That was the point where I figured out what I'd get out of it. This Program and the parade thing actually work.
The sheriff station is not a usual stop for the Program parade, but I knew they'd expect me. Officers don't do any requests when on duty. Today there weren't any around. Milly was alone in the office. She's the dispatcher, a nice older woman and a close friend of the family. She's also one who takes the Program totally in stride - as if I wasn't naked at all.
"Ellen's baby is sick. Shouldn't take her to day care. It'll be after seven before her husband gets home. I'll work the extra, but I'd like something to eat. Can you cover about ten minutes, Debbie?" she asked quickly.
She calls me what Dad does, 'cause that's what she hears from him.
I dispatch. It's one of the jobs I do part-time. Learned when I turned 14 and even took a class in the city. The station has enough dispatchers unless something like this comes up when some are on vacation. I fill in when I'm available, but that's usually in the summer when school's out.
Milly left and I kicked my naked butt back in the chair and looked over the status board. The whole shift was doing something. Dad was doing a speed trap on the interstate and some were patrolling around. I did wonder if they needed that much crowd control in town every Tuesday afternoon. I didn't see that many deputies on the streets.
"Dispatch - Car 437," came over the radio in Ingrid's voice. "Hey is that parade thing now? Are we missing it?"
"Yes it's now, car 437, but you're not missing anything. I'm sitting here while Milly gets something to eat," I answered.
The status board showed Ingrid and Tom, her trainer, patrolling some back roads that get it about once a month. I also think I heard Tom snickering while Ingrid made the call.
"Debra!? Dispatching? How are you doing that?" Ingrid asked.
"Naked," I answered.
"Show us 10-6 in town, dispatch," Ingrid was asking for a supper break and Tom was laughing out loud.
They were scheduled for the early supper, so I answered, "10-4 car 437. Best bet is the East End Diner."
There were no emergencies, a few reports and the status board was up to date when Milly got back. It's almost always like that for a dispatcher in our little town - dull.
The firestation next door is not so dull, at least on parade day. The fire company has enough men and women to make their station an interesting stop for Program boys and girls. They're good with the requests. Really good. Escalate all the way to intercourse good. They check how the participant is handling it and go as far as they can.
I was all relaxed after the bank conversations without any touching and sitting in the sheriff station. The firefighters started with poses. Those got them great views of little pixie me, smiles and eye contact. Those got me requests to touch my breasts. They got handfuls of my big soft globes with my nipples growing hard under their touch. My excited gasps got me requests to feel my pussy.
"Okay, hands on my pussy and don't worry if I react quickly or get loud," I answered.
A scream, convulsion and trip to their floor later, my areolas, labia and clit were right back out like Kurt left them. The firefighters were also getting out their paramedic stuff because it was taking me a minute to recover. The one who grabbed my pussy was trying to get my juices off his uniform shirt.
"I'm okay. Really okay. Orgasmically okay," I said as I pushed the oxygen mask away. "Sorry. I squirt."
The firefighters wound up laughing and giving me a 9 out of 10 for my Program parade. It takes fucking to get a 10.
The last block or so of Main Street before the causeway aren't a necessary part of the parade, but there's a reward. I went past the quick-fill gas stations with their convenience stores. Then there are the fast food places. I only did a couple of waves that got my boobs wiggling and wobbling. Lots of people there were from out of town and there were a lot of families. They stared a lot.
The Diner was where I ate with Eric the other evening. They let people from the lake eat there in swimsuits and let the Program kid in at parade time. A really good parade ends here and this is the reward - a free hamburger plate special. I had to eat it in a window booth, though.
Car 437 pulled in with Ingrid and Tom. They came in and ordered, then sat with me. Tom stared and leered. Ingrid was all "wow." Even after she saw me this morning, she wasn't used to seeing all my stuff out.
"You look like a walking orgasm," she taunted.
"Feel like I've been walking from one to the next at least. Everybody seems to want me to come. Glad I like it," I replied.
I could see Tom's imagination running along that line and his cock rising along the line of his fly. I also saw Ingrid's face pick up some mischief in her look.
"So who will I meet in the kitchen tomorrow?" she asked.
"My boyfriend, if everything goes right. Not guaranteed yet, though," I answered.
Ingrid nodded like it would be a natural thing. Tom looked shocked. He knows my reputation and that other meaning of Shortstop.
We don't go to family beach - teens don't usually and never a naked Program kid. Any Program kid on the teen beach is just asking for requests. Remember where I live? I have to go right past the teen beach. I strutted, but I was headed home. Hey, Kurt was coming and I had stuff to do. I got past the beach with only a few boob-wiggling waves.
The stuff? Laundry and this journal. I hope the pre-treatment gets the syrup out of Dad's sheets. Kurt must be finished with his waiter shift at the Inn 'cause there's the knock.
He's gone now. Lemme tell you about it. He was sooo wonderful.
I greeted him naked of course. I snuggled against him and hugged with my head against his strong chest. Mmm. It feels good just to remember. It was easy to feel his penis get hard and rise in his pants. I adjusted it for him so it pointed up, then I pressed against him again. I was really ready for that cock and one less virginity. He needed convincing, though. Oh, he picked me up like they all do and kissed me with one hand on a breast. I felt that hard cock twitch when my tongue touched his. I started grinding against him. My ass wriggled and the head of his cock caught against my labia a lot. He got the feeling for what I was after, but he couldn't believe it.
"I know this isn't about chemistry. I didn't want to do school work either," he started. "Debra, just how far do you want to go? Another slow hand job?"
"More. Just like with that, I want my first time to be with someone I like. Really like. Lose my virginity with like," I said looking him right in the eye.
He almost dropped me. He did set me down quickly and then he just stared at me.
"Me?!?" he squeaked.
I just went for his belt buckle. I had it open about the time he got his t-shirt stripped off. His jeans fell leaving his cock in his bikini briefs. Those little underpants couldn't hold that long hard shaft. His head was peeking out above his waistband. Oh, no, he wouldn't expect to get a hardon from visiting a naked Program participant all alone in her house. He wouldn't try to tease me either, would he?
He flipped off his shoes and stepped out of the jeans. I stepped in close, cupped his balls in those briefs and ran my hand up his cock. It twitched again and got a drop of wetness. Poor Kurt has been watching me all day and did me so well in the shower. He must be in real need of relief if he didn't do himself.
Hmm. I had a dilemma. I could do him by hand, then wait until he recovered for a long, complete lay. I could just get on with it even though it would be a quickie with teen boy in that state. I don't need a long lay to get off. With my sensitivity, I'd get as much from a quickie as he would.
I pointed to the bedroom and said, "Soft comfy bed right in there."
He carried me - with one hand on my ass and the other on a breast. Don't boys know any other grip for a girl? He set me on the bed and stood in front of me. He still looked unsure. I grabbed his briefs and pushed them down. His dick flipped free and hit me in the face as I leaned down. He gasped and looked afraid - afraid of me or afraid he'd offended me with his cock? Either way, I wanted to set him at ease. I licked up his shaft and over his head. He gasped even harder.
I took his hand, lay back on the bed and pulled him closer. He kissed me and stroked down my body. He went more slowly than in shower. My nipples came out quickly, followed soon by my areolas. Yep, he was spending a lot of attention on my breasts. It was also working on his cock - his bright red, bulging, throbbing hard cock. Damn that thing looked thrilling. I spread my legs wide and smiled up at him. He looked down and acted afraid again.
"One touch will get me all the way ready. You know how," I prompted.
He gulped and asked again, "Are you sure? This is a big step."
"It's a nice step with someone who cares this much. What would it be like if I had my first time in the hall tomorrow?" I answered.
That must have convinced him. His hand stroked through my slit and over my clitoral hood without going into vagina. That was great. I had one of my soft explosion orgasms - one where I stay conscious. I felt my clit swell and come out. I felt my juices come out and get everything wet. I felt the tingling glow spread all over my body. I squeaked and squealed. I grabbed Kurt's head and pulled him to my mouth. I think my kiss told him what I thought of how he got me ready.
I stretched my legs way out like a split - straight out to the sides. Being a cheerleader has its advantages sometimes.
"Now, Kurt. Take me," I whispered.
Kurt climbed on me, lined up his cock with a hand and pressed it gently into me. I gasped at the sensation of his cock sliding into my opening. It was stretching my labia and rubbing over them much more than any finger. I shrieked when he slid in far enough to rub that hypersensitive spot. That full, hard explosion with all it's shocks took me over. You know how it goes - I took some time to come to my senses again.
Kurt just froze until I opened my eyes. I was still breathing hard through my big smile. It made me feel good all over. He pressed the rest of the way into me and pinched my clit between his cock and his body. Another screaming orgasm exploded through me. Another one followed that when he drew out rubbing through my vagina again. He kept up that three-step stroking - sliding in, pinching my clit and sliding out. He stopped every time to let me recover. I felt every one of those strokes.
I have no idea how long that went before he came. It certainly wasn't too quick for me. When he was ready, he pressed all the way into me and pinched my clit like before. The next few strokes hammered me and got my clit over and over. He didn't wait for me to recover, so it felt like one long, continuous orgasm that kept exploding and exploding.
I think his orgasm was as hard as mine. He was collapsed on me when I came around. He was still all the way in me. All his weight felt really good - warm and cuddly. My face comes to his chest. My cheek was pressed to his pect. That was a thrill for a little while, but was the first part that I wanted to end. He did get up on his arms, bend down and kiss me. I held his head and kissed him back. His penis softened sometime in there. I didn't feel it pulling out. It suddenly popped and was out of me. We both giggled about the pop.
Kurt sat up at the head of my bed, picked me up and set me on his lap. That gave me the same view as in the shower. I was sitting beside his cock again, but it was down this time. That didn't last long. We talked about school, my program week and some of the personalities involved. We covered who might try stuff that pushed Program requests. I tried to break it to him that it was inevitable.
"Someone is going to ask a request before I recover from one of my orgasms. I'm just gonna grunt and they'll take that as a 'yes' for their request. When the request is to fuck me, that's what will happen," I predicted.
That wasn't unknown. Fucking is something they can request, but the participant can turn it down any day of the week. The boys around our school would only try that with some of the girls - either their own girlfriend, the popular ones or some they want to get even with. I'm both of those last two for lots of guys. I tried to get across to him that I want him as a boyfriend. Anything with anyone else was just the Program.
"Yeah, I know. You're having one of those 'good' weeks. Try to save relief for chemistry and English. I'll give you all you can stand," he promised.
That thought must have been one he liked. His cock was getting hard again. It was rising under my ass and pressing up against me. I turned to straddle him. His cock flipped up straight and twitched at me again. I think it was glad to be free. It was certainly ready to do me.
I rose up, lined myself up and lowered my pussy onto its head. That rubbed my labia and clitoris that was still out. Everything exploded. It was a huge explosion. I think I collapsed onto him and he rammed all the way into me at once. I came around lying back on his lap. My knees were beside his hips and my lower legs were folded back under. Kurt's erect cock was stuck in me, pulled away from his body and really pressing into the front of my vagina - right into that hypersensitive spot.
He leaned forward and rolled his hips to thrust into me. Each roll and lean rubbed his dick through my vagina. Every thrust slammed him into my protruding clit. It was another series of slow strokes where each one gave me an orgasm. It seemed like they wouldn't end.
The long series with screams and convulsions turning to moans and wiggles. Explosions still felt strong, but I didn't have the strength to react as much. Kurt thought I'd had enough. He picked me up, laid me out on the bed, climbed on and went at me hard and fast. That time I blanked out when the explosions started. He says I moaned and rolled my head back and forth the whole time it took him to come. He got off me right away when I came around. He pulled me up to lie on him. That was absolutely the warmest, most tingling cuddly glow I could imagine. Mmmm. I think I actually purred. I wanted more of him right then and I do again now.
He stayed around for a while, then explained that he had to be at home ready to work at breakfast time. That wasn't gonna happen if we did it all night like he wanted. He wasn't the only one who wanted that. We showered without any more fooling around. I just washed all the parts I'd squirted so much. Who am I kidding? I teased his soft cock mercilessly. He held off getting even until he was clean. He then grabbed my pussy and put a finger inside. I was sitting on the shower floor when he stepped over me and started to dry off. That's what it's gonna be like. That's the advantage they can take now that they all know. I'm sooo doomed.
Kurt can have all the advantage he wants. Hey, an orgasm from him is still sweet and loving. I made it to the door with him, and I left a little pixie-shaped wet area all over his clothes where I hugged him while we kissed goodnight. That'll teach him to hold me so tight when he picks me up.
I felt all perky and ready to write after a little snack. I did have some neat sex to relive as I wrote it all out for you, didn't I? This towel on my chair is soaked. Back after I run it and my sheets through the laundry.
Writing out all of today made me think - about the Program, the parade and about me. I'm singled out - the only one naked in the whole town. I'm doing it because it's what everyone expects. Do I have a choice? Not really. Not if I want to keep my reputation and popularity. Good thing I like the attention and the way I look. I even like the sex, at least the way Kurt does me. The Program is working to get everyone's attention on my body and how it works - especially my own attention.
There was extra in the bank with all those adults and the way they talk about sex. That stuff was all about a mature comfort with my body and its sexuality - less of the twittering juvenile. I wonder how many get that, even thinking about it later.
I'd thought I knew all about the Program because it's so old here. All the journals we read talk about how new the Program is - how different, strange and sometimes humiliating. Our shower takes care of that. There's no novelty here, so nakedness really is easy. The part that's new is that I'm the center of attention. Being on the naked side of the Program is new to me. I'm the one getting all the requests, the touches and all the orgasms. That's new enough to make me feel special.
There were a couple of times I felt nervous, but I haven't been humiliated - yet. They know about my sensitivity now, though. Tomorrow I meet my doom.