Tina - Naked In Teacher Training College

Chapter 2

MONDAY evening

We walked back to my room together.

"You’ve gone very quiet," Henry said to me.

"Just thinking."

"About tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"No. I don’t think I am."

"You might do better than you think. You hardly noticed as the canteen filled up and some of the guys were watching you as we walked out."

"I wish I hadn’t chickened out today. I’ve just made it worse. I should have let them tell me to spread ’em, or whatever it is they say. Now all I can think about is that tomorrow half the college are going to want to grope me."

"Then I didn’t do you any favours saving you from that Reasonable Request, did I?"

"You were wonderful," I protested. God! I sounded like some thirteen-year-old with a crush.

"Thanks. Actually, you’re pretty wonderful too, Miss Never-been-touched." I laughed. "Can I be honest with you?"

What now? I thought. "Yes."

"I really like you, but if I’m honest with myself, I don’t know if it’s partly BECAUSE you’re so… so untouched. Perhaps I’m just like everyone I warned you about, and all I want to do is get into your knickers."

"You’d have trouble doing that, seeing as I’m not wearing any." Was I FLIRTING with him? I decided to change the subject back quickly. "I just wish it was morning and I could start today over again."

He looked at me with an almost evil grin. "I have a Reasonable Request."

"It’s too late."

"You wanted to start the day again, so why don’t we?"

I didn’t answer. It was one thing SAYING it. But I knew what he’d want.

"I said, I have a Reasonable Request. I want to see your pussy. Open your legs for me."

Whether it was because I knew this was for my benefit, not his, I did.

"Now lie back on the bed with your legs wide apart." It took a few seconds, but I managed it. "That’s it."

"Nobody’s ever seen me like this before," I said. Then I saw the reaction in his trousers. What the hell was I doing? I was deliberately teasing him. No I wasn’t, I persuaded myself. I was just doing as he "requested".

"Lift your knees up." I did. "Pull your bum cheeks apart, I want to see your arsehole."

I dropped my legs down quickly. "That’s dirty."

"Tina. People will be touching you there tomorrow. Are you scared to show it to me?"

I hadn’t even THOUGHT of that. Yuk! I tried not to think about what I was doing as I raised my legs again and showed him my arsehole.

"Okay, you can put your legs down now."

Thank God.

"Now hold your pussy open."

"How? What do you mean?"

"Give me your hands." I seemed to freeze up so he added quietly, "Trust me."

He positioned my fingers so they were right on where my vaginal lips met and gently eased them apart.

"A little wider… That’s it."

I tried not to think about what he could see.

"Can you touch yourself?"

"I am touching myself."

"I mean bring yourself off, masturbate."

I took my hands away quickly.

"I… No, I can’t."

"You’ll have to tomorrow."

"I can’t." I turned my head away from him. "I don’t know how to," I whimpered.

"You’ve NEVER masturbated? Not even when you were younger?"

"Touching yourself is bad," I insisted.

"Why?"

"It’s wrong."

"How can it be wrong to give yourself pleasure when it doesn’t hurt anyone?"

"I don’t know."

I swung my legs off the bed and stood up.

"What are you doing?" he asked.


"I’m going home. I can’t do this."

"You want to give up and go home?"

"No. But I don’t even know how to… do what I have to do. I’ll look a complete idiot tomorrow."

His voice dropped almost to a whisper. "Will you let me show you?"

"Show me what?"

"What you have to do."

I thought for a few seconds. "Okay."

"Lie back down like you were before."

It wasn’t so bad opening my legs this time. I even checked if I could still see his thing, hard, through his trousers. God, that felt naughty.

"I’ll have to touch you, okay?"

I looked away, but he got up and put himself right in front of my face, looking into my eyes.

"Look, you’ve given boys handjobs, right? This is the same thing. Stop thinking about whether it’s right or wrong or whether nice girls do it. Just enjoy it."

"How can I?" Panic, ignorance… and excitement, they were all there in those three words.

"Concentrate on how it feels." He came closer and kissed me. His tongue danced around my lips without going in. Then he was lying down next to me, stroking my arms as we kissed.

"Did that feel nice?"

"Mmm." Was he kidding? No, it didn’t feel nice, it felt, I can’t even say, but more than nice.

"Okay, I’m going to touch other places now, but I need some help."

"What do you mean?"

"Tina. You have to trust me." That word again.

He went out and I heard him calling out into the common room at the end of my corridor.

He came back with four or five other boys. I closed my legs quickly.

"They’re not going to touch you, unless you ask them to. But they are going to watch."

"I can’t."

"Come on, kiss me."

He didn’t give me a chance to respond. He began to kiss me and this time he stroked my shoulders and my sides. I began to relax.

He stopped. "Open your legs, let them see you."

I opened my legs a little. He gently moved my legs further apart. Before I could protest, he returned to kissing me.

Then he began to stroke my breasts. I tensed up for a second.

"Just concentrate on the sensations," he whispered.

It felt so good, so different from the boyfriends’ maulings I’d had before.

He stopped kissing me and started to kiss my breasts. I didn’t understand it, but I was impatient for him to reach my nipples and soon he did, taking one, then the other, into his mouth and playing with them with his tongue.

He rested his head on my tummy. It felt heavy, but comforting.

His hand started to run up and down my thighs, each time getting closer and closer.

I was so scared he was going to touch me THERE, yet at the same time I wanted him to, so much.

Then his finger ran lightly over my pussy and I felt… something. I don’t have the words for it.

He opened me up and I could feel my wetness as he ran his finger up and down the length of my pussy.

Finally, it had seemed like ages, he slipped a finger a little inside me. I felt myself clamp onto his finger like a vice.

"Just relax," he ordered. And waited, silent and unmoving, until my muscles down there relaxed.

He took his finger out and began stroking the outside again, but I wanted more. I took his hand in mine and pushed two of his fingers into me. "Hard," I ordered almost ramming his hand into me, then "Yoww!"

As I realised what I’d done, he took his hand away and I saw blood. "Oh God, sorry I forgot," he cried, but I was too embarrassed and ran to the shower. HE forgot? How come I didn’t think of it? How disgusting was that? I was breathing hard with tension as he came into the shower. I turned away from him.

"I’m sorry," he said. "I should have thought."

"What must they think of me?" I wailed.

He actually smiled at that. "You probably turned half of them on." Ewww, I thought. "Now turn around, let me see you’re all nice and clean again."

I turned round slowly and let him shower me and dry me off.

We walked back to my room. The others were still waiting for me, faces full of concern. "Are you okay?" one asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "I guess I had to lose it sometime."

I sat on the bed. "Now where were we?" Henry asked, pushing me back until I was lying down.

"Oh, I don’t know about this…" I began.

He just said, "Shhh. Trust me."

He put his finger in his mouth to make it wet, then put it into me. He began to play with me again, moving his finger in and out one minute, then stroking the outside the next. He bent down to kiss me at the same time and I began to relax, then he moved down to kiss my nipples. I finally began to relax and enjoy what he was doing to me and the wetness I could feel down below wasn’t just from the shower. "It’s okay. You can do it harder now," I told him.

He began moving his finger in and out harder and harder, and faster too. The feeling was overwhelming and scary and stupendous.

I wanted to say stop, this was too much. It built up and up, and I felt like I was hot all over and suddenly I couldn’t breathe, and it was almost painful. Then it passed and I just felt warm. My body relaxed and I could breathe again.

"I’m all wet," I said, rather unnecessarily.

One of the other boys laughed and I suddenly remembered they were there. I tried to close my legs, but Henry stopped me.

He sat up and looked at me. "Did you enjoy that?"

"That was, I don’t know. Incredible."

"I think they enjoyed it too. See how hard they are?"

I looked and felt a mixture of excitement and shame. Again I tried to close my legs.

"No, Tina. Let them see how wet you are. Can you feel how wet you are?"

"Yes."

He put three fingers into me and brought them to my mouth. "Taste yourself."

I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers. It was slightly bitter yet sweet at the same time.

He put his fingers into my pussy again and this time sucked them clean himself. "Hmm, nice."

I looked at him, not sure at all if I should feel this happy.

"They want to feel how wet you are. Will you let them touch you?"

I nodded, shyly I think.

He got up and knelt on the floor near my head. Then he took my hand as they gathered around me.

"Tell them you want them to touch you."

I looked at each boy’s face in turn. With Henry beside me I realised I was no longer afraid. An involuntary smile formed on my face as I said, "I want you to touch me."

"Where do you want them to touch you?"

"Everywhere."

"Everywhere?"

I did. I knew it was shameful, but I didn’t care any more. I wanted their hands all over me.

"Yes."

I’d read horrible stories about girls being groped and even hurt, but this was different. I was being caressed, there’s no other word for it, caressed by hands all over me.

I even dared to watch as one of them held my lips open for another to put his fingers into me.

Without them actually masturbating me again, I felt my body building up and tensing to what I knew was going to be another orgasm.

But at that point, Henry made them stop.

"Why?" I protested. For a moment I was angry with him!

"You’ve had enough fun. You’ve got to work now."

"What?"

"Masturbate for us."

"But I don’t know..."

"Yes you do. Just do what your body likes. We’re going to watch you. Just remember, concentrate on the sensations."

I didn’t feel embarrassed, not even a bit.

I started gently, like he had done, but I was too turned on to stay gentle. In what felt like a minute or less, I was feeling the waves of sensation come over me again.

This time I’d watched the boys stroking themselves through their trousers as I gave myself an orgasm.

"I think you need cleaning up again," said Henry with a gentle smile. He picked me up and carried me back to the showers. This time I didn’t want to stop smiling over Henry’s shoulder at the other boys as they followed us.

When he’d stood me in the shower, they ALL stripped off. He turned the water on and I shrieked! It was cold for a second before the hot water came through.

Then they all came into the shower with me, and I could feel their naked bodies against mine.

It didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel right. It just felt… normal, nice, comfortable.

Their hands were all over me again, washing me. I opened my legs to let them go where they wanted.

I even felt one finger slip into my arsehole and, though I didn’t like it, it wasn’t horrible either. I didn’t feel dirty or ashamed.

When they’d finished, Henry brought me a big fluffy towel and wrapped it around me. He took me back to my room. The others stayed in the shower to dry themselves and get dressed.

Henry ran back to the shower to grab his clothes, and came back to my room. I noticed him shutting the door behind him this time.

He dried my whole body, patting me gently with the towel.

I’d just been in a shower with about half a dozen naked guys, yet I looked at him and he seemed more naked somehow.

I sat on my bed as he knelt next to me and dried my feet.

"Thank you. But you’re still hard."

"What do you expect? You’re still sitting there with your legs wide open."

"Sit here then." I patted the bed next to me.

I knelt down where he had been and took him into my mouth. There wasn’t really any taste as we’d just come out of the shower. I felt vaguely disappointed at that.

I sucked on him and took him further into my mouth until I felt him touch the back of my throat. Then I pulled back until I almost let him go.

Then again, and again, faster and faster.

"I’m going to come."

I suddenly wanted him to come in my mouth, but he pushed my head away. His stuff went all down my breasts.

On a sudden impulse, I got some on my fingers and put it in my mouth. It was a bit salty, but nice.

I went to my sink and wiped myself down.

He was still sitting there. "I don’t believe you just did that. I thought you hated giving blowjobs."

"So did I. I guess I hated my first blowjob. This was different."

I sat down next to him. "Thank you, Henry."

"You’re welcome. And I think you just repaid me in full." I grinned at him. "Feel better about tomorrow? Still scared?"

"A little bit. Not everyone will be as nice and considerate as you and they were. Oh, my God!"

"What?"

"I just realised. They were all from my corridor. They’ll think I’m a real slut."

"No, they won’t. I told them you needed help with the Program and they were glad to do just that."

"I noticed."

"And you loved making us all hard, didn’t you?" His eyes sparkled as he tried not to grin… and failed.

"No, I… Yes," I admitted quietly.

"And you loved all our hands all over you."

"It made me feel, I don’t know, wanted, or do I mean wanton? Special anyway."

"And did it feel wrong?"

"A bit, but in a exciting way. I’m glad you were here though. I think if any of them had tried anything, I would probably have let them get away with it."

"I doubt it."

"All the same, I’m glad you were here. And I’m glad you’re here now."

"Are you?"

"Yes. You want another blowjob?"

"Vat haf I created? It’s a monster!"

He started to tickle me and we were suddenly lying together, our bodies pressed against each other.

I felt him hard against my thigh and I just wanted to hold him. He twitched in my hands.

"Can I watch you come?" I asked.

"What do you mean? You just did."

"No, I mean properly watch. I want to give you a handjob and watch properly."

"Okay. On one condition."

"What?"

"You gave me a blowjob. I want to make you come the same way."

I opened my eyes wide. I hadn’t thought of THAT. I felt my whole body shiver as I whispered, "It’s a deal."

I began to stroke him up and down. With my other hand I felt his balls. Every now and again, I bent down to lick him, just the tip. It made him groan.

I began to move my hand faster and I loved watching his face tense up. So I slowed down, then faster again. He looked like he was in pain.

"You witch," he said. I suddenly thought, I’m being a tease. I’ve never been a tease.

I changed position so he could see my pussy, then started stoking him again. This time I didn’t slow down. I watched his stuff spurt out all over my hand and my bed. There was a lot less of it this time. I let go of his thing and I watched it get softer and smaller.

Finally I got up and said to him, "Okay, your turn."

But he was asleep.

I’ve never had a boy sleep in my bed before and I got behind him and put my arm around him. It wasn’t long before I was asleep too.

Tina - Naked In Teacher Training College

Tina - Naked In Teacher Training College

Chapter 2

MONDAY evening

We walked back to my room together.

"You’ve gone very quiet," Henry said to me.

"Just thinking."

"About tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"No. I don’t think I am."

"You might do better than you think. You hardly noticed as the canteen filled up and some of the guys were watching you as we walked out."

"I wish I hadn’t chickened out today. I’ve just made it worse. I should have let them tell me to spread ’em, or whatever it is they say. Now all I can think about is that tomorrow half the college are going to want to grope me."

"Then I didn’t do you any favours saving you from that Reasonable Request, did I?"

"You were wonderful," I protested. God! I sounded like some thirteen-year-old with a crush.

"Thanks. Actually, you’re pretty wonderful too, Miss Never-been-touched." I laughed. "Can I be honest with you?"

What now? I thought. "Yes."

"I really like you, but if I’m honest with myself, I don’t know if it’s partly BECAUSE you’re so… so untouched. Perhaps I’m just like everyone I warned you about, and all I want to do is get into your knickers."

"You’d have trouble doing that, seeing as I’m not wearing any." Was I FLIRTING with him? I decided to change the subject back quickly. "I just wish it was morning and I could start today over again."

He looked at me with an almost evil grin. "I have a Reasonable Request."

"It’s too late."

"You wanted to start the day again, so why don’t we?"

I didn’t answer. It was one thing SAYING it. But I knew what he’d want.

"I said, I have a Reasonable Request. I want to see your pussy. Open your legs for me."

Whether it was because I knew this was for my benefit, not his, I did.

"Now lie back on the bed with your legs wide apart." It took a few seconds, but I managed it. "That’s it."

"Nobody’s ever seen me like this before," I said. Then I saw the reaction in his trousers. What the hell was I doing? I was deliberately teasing him. No I wasn’t, I persuaded myself. I was just doing as he "requested".

"Lift your knees up." I did. "Pull your bum cheeks apart, I want to see your arsehole."

I dropped my legs down quickly. "That’s dirty."

"Tina. People will be touching you there tomorrow. Are you scared to show it to me?"

I hadn’t even THOUGHT of that. Yuk! I tried not to think about what I was doing as I raised my legs again and showed him my arsehole.

"Okay, you can put your legs down now."

Thank God.

"Now hold your pussy open."

"How? What do you mean?"

"Give me your hands." I seemed to freeze up so he added quietly, "Trust me."

He positioned my fingers so they were right on where my vaginal lips met and gently eased them apart.

"A little wider… That’s it."

I tried not to think about what he could see.

"Can you touch yourself?"

"I am touching myself."

"I mean bring yourself off, masturbate."

I took my hands away quickly.

"I… No, I can’t."

"You’ll have to tomorrow."

"I can’t." I turned my head away from him. "I don’t know how to," I whimpered.

"You’ve NEVER masturbated? Not even when you were younger?"

"Touching yourself is bad," I insisted.

"Why?"

"It’s wrong."

"How can it be wrong to give yourself pleasure when it doesn’t hurt anyone?"

"I don’t know."

I swung my legs off the bed and stood up.

"What are you doing?" he asked.


"I’m going home. I can’t do this."

"You want to give up and go home?"

"No. But I don’t even know how to… do what I have to do. I’ll look a complete idiot tomorrow."

His voice dropped almost to a whisper. "Will you let me show you?"

"Show me what?"

"What you have to do."

I thought for a few seconds. "Okay."

"Lie back down like you were before."

It wasn’t so bad opening my legs this time. I even checked if I could still see his thing, hard, through his trousers. God, that felt naughty.

"I’ll have to touch you, okay?"

I looked away, but he got up and put himself right in front of my face, looking into my eyes.

"Look, you’ve given boys handjobs, right? This is the same thing. Stop thinking about whether it’s right or wrong or whether nice girls do it. Just enjoy it."

"How can I?" Panic, ignorance… and excitement, they were all there in those three words.

"Concentrate on how it feels." He came closer and kissed me. His tongue danced around my lips without going in. Then he was lying down next to me, stroking my arms as we kissed.

"Did that feel nice?"

"Mmm." Was he kidding? No, it didn’t feel nice, it felt, I can’t even say, but more than nice.

"Okay, I’m going to touch other places now, but I need some help."

"What do you mean?"

"Tina. You have to trust me." That word again.

He went out and I heard him calling out into the common room at the end of my corridor.

He came back with four or five other boys. I closed my legs quickly.

"They’re not going to touch you, unless you ask them to. But they are going to watch."

"I can’t."

"Come on, kiss me."

He didn’t give me a chance to respond. He began to kiss me and this time he stroked my shoulders and my sides. I began to relax.

He stopped. "Open your legs, let them see you."

I opened my legs a little. He gently moved my legs further apart. Before I could protest, he returned to kissing me.

Then he began to stroke my breasts. I tensed up for a second.

"Just concentrate on the sensations," he whispered.

It felt so good, so different from the boyfriends’ maulings I’d had before.

He stopped kissing me and started to kiss my breasts. I didn’t understand it, but I was impatient for him to reach my nipples and soon he did, taking one, then the other, into his mouth and playing with them with his tongue.

He rested his head on my tummy. It felt heavy, but comforting.

His hand started to run up and down my thighs, each time getting closer and closer.

I was so scared he was going to touch me THERE, yet at the same time I wanted him to, so much.

Then his finger ran lightly over my pussy and I felt… something. I don’t have the words for it.

He opened me up and I could feel my wetness as he ran his finger up and down the length of my pussy.

Finally, it had seemed like ages, he slipped a finger a little inside me. I felt myself clamp onto his finger like a vice.

"Just relax," he ordered. And waited, silent and unmoving, until my muscles down there relaxed.

He took his finger out and began stroking the outside again, but I wanted more. I took his hand in mine and pushed two of his fingers into me. "Hard," I ordered almost ramming his hand into me, then "Yoww!"

As I realised what I’d done, he took his hand away and I saw blood. "Oh God, sorry I forgot," he cried, but I was too embarrassed and ran to the shower. HE forgot? How come I didn’t think of it? How disgusting was that? I was breathing hard with tension as he came into the shower. I turned away from him.

"I’m sorry," he said. "I should have thought."

"What must they think of me?" I wailed.

He actually smiled at that. "You probably turned half of them on." Ewww, I thought. "Now turn around, let me see you’re all nice and clean again."

I turned round slowly and let him shower me and dry me off.

We walked back to my room. The others were still waiting for me, faces full of concern. "Are you okay?" one asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "I guess I had to lose it sometime."

I sat on the bed. "Now where were we?" Henry asked, pushing me back until I was lying down.

"Oh, I don’t know about this…" I began.

He just said, "Shhh. Trust me."

He put his finger in his mouth to make it wet, then put it into me. He began to play with me again, moving his finger in and out one minute, then stroking the outside the next. He bent down to kiss me at the same time and I began to relax, then he moved down to kiss my nipples. I finally began to relax and enjoy what he was doing to me and the wetness I could feel down below wasn’t just from the shower. "It’s okay. You can do it harder now," I told him.

He began moving his finger in and out harder and harder, and faster too. The feeling was overwhelming and scary and stupendous.

I wanted to say stop, this was too much. It built up and up, and I felt like I was hot all over and suddenly I couldn’t breathe, and it was almost painful. Then it passed and I just felt warm. My body relaxed and I could breathe again.

"I’m all wet," I said, rather unnecessarily.

One of the other boys laughed and I suddenly remembered they were there. I tried to close my legs, but Henry stopped me.

He sat up and looked at me. "Did you enjoy that?"

"That was, I don’t know. Incredible."

"I think they enjoyed it too. See how hard they are?"

I looked and felt a mixture of excitement and shame. Again I tried to close my legs.

"No, Tina. Let them see how wet you are. Can you feel how wet you are?"

"Yes."

He put three fingers into me and brought them to my mouth. "Taste yourself."

I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers. It was slightly bitter yet sweet at the same time.

He put his fingers into my pussy again and this time sucked them clean himself. "Hmm, nice."

I looked at him, not sure at all if I should feel this happy.

"They want to feel how wet you are. Will you let them touch you?"

I nodded, shyly I think.

He got up and knelt on the floor near my head. Then he took my hand as they gathered around me.

"Tell them you want them to touch you."

I looked at each boy’s face in turn. With Henry beside me I realised I was no longer afraid. An involuntary smile formed on my face as I said, "I want you to touch me."

"Where do you want them to touch you?"

"Everywhere."

"Everywhere?"

I did. I knew it was shameful, but I didn’t care any more. I wanted their hands all over me.

"Yes."

I’d read horrible stories about girls being groped and even hurt, but this was different. I was being caressed, there’s no other word for it, caressed by hands all over me.

I even dared to watch as one of them held my lips open for another to put his fingers into me.

Without them actually masturbating me again, I felt my body building up and tensing to what I knew was going to be another orgasm.

But at that point, Henry made them stop.

"Why?" I protested. For a moment I was angry with him!

"You’ve had enough fun. You’ve got to work now."

"What?"

"Masturbate for us."

"But I don’t know..."

"Yes you do. Just do what your body likes. We’re going to watch you. Just remember, concentrate on the sensations."

I didn’t feel embarrassed, not even a bit.

I started gently, like he had done, but I was too turned on to stay gentle. In what felt like a minute or less, I was feeling the waves of sensation come over me again.

This time I’d watched the boys stroking themselves through their trousers as I gave myself an orgasm.

"I think you need cleaning up again," said Henry with a gentle smile. He picked me up and carried me back to the showers. This time I didn’t want to stop smiling over Henry’s shoulder at the other boys as they followed us.

When he’d stood me in the shower, they ALL stripped off. He turned the water on and I shrieked! It was cold for a second before the hot water came through.

Then they all came into the shower with me, and I could feel their naked bodies against mine.

It didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel right. It just felt… normal, nice, comfortable.

Their hands were all over me again, washing me. I opened my legs to let them go where they wanted.

I even felt one finger slip into my arsehole and, though I didn’t like it, it wasn’t horrible either. I didn’t feel dirty or ashamed.

When they’d finished, Henry brought me a big fluffy towel and wrapped it around me. He took me back to my room. The others stayed in the shower to dry themselves and get dressed.

Henry ran back to the shower to grab his clothes, and came back to my room. I noticed him shutting the door behind him this time.

He dried my whole body, patting me gently with the towel.

I’d just been in a shower with about half a dozen naked guys, yet I looked at him and he seemed more naked somehow.

I sat on my bed as he knelt next to me and dried my feet.

"Thank you. But you’re still hard."

"What do you expect? You’re still sitting there with your legs wide open."

"Sit here then." I patted the bed next to me.

I knelt down where he had been and took him into my mouth. There wasn’t really any taste as we’d just come out of the shower. I felt vaguely disappointed at that.

I sucked on him and took him further into my mouth until I felt him touch the back of my throat. Then I pulled back until I almost let him go.

Then again, and again, faster and faster.

"I’m going to come."

I suddenly wanted him to come in my mouth, but he pushed my head away. His stuff went all down my breasts.

On a sudden impulse, I got some on my fingers and put it in my mouth. It was a bit salty, but nice.

I went to my sink and wiped myself down.

He was still sitting there. "I don’t believe you just did that. I thought you hated giving blowjobs."

"So did I. I guess I hated my first blowjob. This was different."

I sat down next to him. "Thank you, Henry."

"You’re welcome. And I think you just repaid me in full." I grinned at him. "Feel better about tomorrow? Still scared?"

"A little bit. Not everyone will be as nice and considerate as you and they were. Oh, my God!"

"What?"

"I just realised. They were all from my corridor. They’ll think I’m a real slut."

"No, they won’t. I told them you needed help with the Program and they were glad to do just that."

"I noticed."

"And you loved making us all hard, didn’t you?" His eyes sparkled as he tried not to grin… and failed.

"No, I… Yes," I admitted quietly.

"And you loved all our hands all over you."

"It made me feel, I don’t know, wanted, or do I mean wanton? Special anyway."

"And did it feel wrong?"

"A bit, but in a exciting way. I’m glad you were here though. I think if any of them had tried anything, I would probably have let them get away with it."

"I doubt it."

"All the same, I’m glad you were here. And I’m glad you’re here now."

"Are you?"

"Yes. You want another blowjob?"

"Vat haf I created? It’s a monster!"

He started to tickle me and we were suddenly lying together, our bodies pressed against each other.

I felt him hard against my thigh and I just wanted to hold him. He twitched in my hands.

"Can I watch you come?" I asked.

"What do you mean? You just did."

"No, I mean properly watch. I want to give you a handjob and watch properly."

"Okay. On one condition."

"What?"

"You gave me a blowjob. I want to make you come the same way."

I opened my eyes wide. I hadn’t thought of THAT. I felt my whole body shiver as I whispered, "It’s a deal."

I began to stroke him up and down. With my other hand I felt his balls. Every now and again, I bent down to lick him, just the tip. It made him groan.

I began to move my hand faster and I loved watching his face tense up. So I slowed down, then faster again. He looked like he was in pain.

"You witch," he said. I suddenly thought, I’m being a tease. I’ve never been a tease.

I changed position so he could see my pussy, then started stoking him again. This time I didn’t slow down. I watched his stuff spurt out all over my hand and my bed. There was a lot less of it this time. I let go of his thing and I watched it get softer and smaller.

Finally I got up and said to him, "Okay, your turn."

But he was asleep.

I’ve never had a boy sleep in my bed before and I got behind him and put my arm around him. It wasn’t long before I was asleep too.