Chapter 9

On Monday, I was back in Mr Woodcock's class, wearing clothes, when the Monday morning announcements came on. It seemed weird to be wearing clothes in school again, like the whole week before had just been some kind of bizarre dream, but a really good kind of bizarre dream, one of those bizarre dreams you have and you wish you could go back to sleep and have it again, maybe over and over again, because it's that good.

As usual, everyone kind of tensed, who hadn't done their week in Program yet. Since I'd just done it, I was about the only one able to relax, and a few people teased me about knowing my name wouldn't get called. I laughed with them, but secretly was a little sad, because, if they let me, I'd probably do it again. Sure.

"... and Brady Wade," I heard the speaker say. Holy shit! Brady? Omigod!

I jumped out of my seat, and Mr Woodcock told me to sit back down, that my name wasn't one of the names called. "But Brady's was," I told him, talking really loud and making everyone laugh.

He gave me a warm, understanding smile, even if I think he didn't understand whatever it was he thought he understood. "Well, then I guess you better get down there and help him out," he said. I started for the door. "But not yet," he said. "I'll let you go a few minutes early, and you can be there when it's time for them to come out."

"Thanks, Mr Woodcock. Steve," I said. "You're the best." And I kissed him, just because every girl in the school wanted to kiss Mr Woodcock, and I finally had a good enough reason I figured that was my chance.


When I got to the office, there was already a small group there, excited to see the newest Program participants. I mostly just wanted to see Brady, and let him know... Know what? I had no idea why I wanted to be there. I just knew I had to be.

You kind of knew he would be the first one out. Of course he was. He's a natural leader, in sports and everywhere else. But, omigod, there he was, Brady Wade, totally nude. And smiling, acting as confident naked as he was fully dressed. Waving at everyone, not making the slightest effort at covering himself up, just as proud as could be.

And that dick. God, it was big. Had it been that big on Friday, when I'd had it in my mouth? I could almost swear it had gotten even bigger over the weekend. "Yeah, I've sucked that," I thought, with a grin.

Before I could get close to him, it was like every other girl was already admiring him, calling to him, asking him to take pictures with them. One girl was even already sucking his dick, right there in the hallway, the very same dick I'd sucked in the locker room after the game. He was so totally popular. I stopped trying to push my way toward him and decided to just watch him instead.

A TV reporter called to him, and he started moving that way. That's when his eyes found Jamie Sanderson, the sluttiest slut in our whole school. In my humble opinion. With tits like Madonna's cone-bra outfit. He waved her over. The crowd parted, letting her through. She slid up beside him, slipping her arm around his waist, being protective of him, the same way he'd done with me on the basketball court three nights earlier. Only this time it was her hand on his bare butt that everyone got to see.

"... This is my girlfriend, Jamie," he told the reporter, introducing her.

—

After standing there for a moment, on the big red and yellow "C" at mid-court, not knowing what to do, Brady had come over. "What's a matter, Girl?" he said, taking me by the arm and causing my feet to start working again. He led me off the basketball court, past Danny Snider, in to the locker room. There were a few boys still in there, laughing, yelling, being excited that they'd won, and snapping their towels at one another. When I came in, they quieted down a little, I think out of respect to Brady.

I didn't need a shower - I hadn't even played - but Brady did. And even though I cheered a lot, that doesn't get you very sweaty. But Brady asked me to shower with him anyway, so I took off my little cheer skirt and all the other stuff, and put them in Brady's locker with all his stuff until we got out. Danny was there, waiting near the showers, giving me a towel to dry off with, once we came out.

Brady had a big, huge boner, the biggest one I'd ever seen. It was so big, I wasn't sure it would even fit inside me. Because that's where it was going, right?

We showered together for a really long time, so long that the water finally started getting cold. So long that everyone else was gone, except for Danny, who had to stay and clean up once we were gone. While the water was still warm, we'd lathered each other with soap a few times, and I'd sucked Brady's cock. I'd been sucking guys all week, so I kind of knew how to do it.

I liked how his hands felt when he put soap on me. Like he had an extra hand or two, and everything was slippery, slidey. Playing with his big huge dick, soaping it, rubbing it, stroking it with my hands, feeling how hard it was, got me hornier than I'd been all week. And that was pretty horny. It was so big, though. I wondered what it would feel like to have it inside me. I wondered if it would even fit.

While we were both still slippery with soap, Brady called for Danny, and told him we needed a little step stool. When he brought it to us, Danny looked so embarrassed, watching us. Or trying NOT to watch us. I tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn't even look at me. That made me wonder why. I'd been naked with him all week in gym class, and I'm sure he'd seen Brady naked before, so why was he embarrassed? It didn't make sense.

Brady had me stand up on the stool, so I was about a foot taller, closer to his height, and then he got behind me and slipped his penis between my legs from behind and started moving it in and out. His cock was so big that it came out the front, making me giggle, because every time it did, it looked like I had a great big penis of my own coming out of me.

Doing that, the shaft of his penis kept sliding up into my slit, and then across my clitoris, and that felt extra good. Each time it happened, I would get weak in my knees and start trembling all over. Especially when his big hands reached around to cup my breasts. That felt so amazing. It felt so amazing that I wanted him to keep doing it, until finally I had an orgasm from it. Feeling me shiver and shake made Brady cum too, and he pushed his cock in extra deep between my legs and shot his cum all over my tummy and my pussy.

After that we just stood in the warm water, facing each other, and Brady held me, just like we were dancing, his hands on my butt, until the water finally turned cold. I think he still wanted to fuck me, but it's like the energy just kind of drained out of us both after cumming together, with him between my legs. We dried off, and he walked me back to his locker, so I could get dressed - as dressed as I was allowed to be. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" he asked as he sat to put his shoes on.

I blushed.

"When I had my finger inside you, I could feel your cherry hadn't been popped yet," he explained.

I blushed again.

He nodded. "Nothing to be ashamed of, Girl."

I thought that should have been his cue to do something about my virginity, but it seemed just the opposite. He finished dressing, and took me out to my moms, giving me a kiss good night and telling me, "Be good, Girl."

—

And now he was standing there in front of the TV camera, totally nude, with his arm around Jamie Sanderson, still the cutest, sexiest boy in the whole school.

As I watched Brady being loved and admired by his fans, David Dorkstein came up. "Can I follow you to math class again and stare at your butt the whole way again?" he teased, recalling the previous week, when it had been me coming out of the principal's office nude.

"We don't have math class right now, Pi-brain," I said, and he ran off before I could smack him.

Manny Wang came up right behind him. "He wishes you were his girlfriend," he teased in a voice loud enough for David to hear, and started laughing.

Manny wasn't fast enough to avoid a smack in the shoulder. "Pi-over-two-brain," I said. "Don't be late for science." And he ran off.

Danny Snider was there. Naked. Looking embarrassed. In all the excitement with Brady, nobody was paying much attention to him. I hadn't even heard his name get called. I guess once they said Brady's name, I must have stopped listening. "I guess it's my turn this week," he said, and I could tell he was trying desperately not to cover himself.

I pulled out my camera. "Reasonable request, Danny," I said. "You have to take a selfie with me." He posed for me while I took the picture. I think he almost looked flattered by the attention.

"You'll get used to it," I told him, as we walked to our next classes.

"I will?"

I laughed. "No. But yeah, you kinda have to. Just make sure you use the girls' restrooms."

He blushed, and we kept walking. "You really will," I promised, the voice of experience as far as he could tell. "Each day it gets a little bit easier and easier. And by the end of the week, you find out how much you've changed. Or something. It's really a good program."

He nodded. "It's just hard to not want to cover myself up," he said. "But you're right. You changed. A lot."

"In good ways?"

He nodded.

"I think I'm less shy," I said, agreeing.

By then it was time for me to go into my science class while his class was a few doors further down the hall. "Hey, Danny?" I said before he got a couple of steps away.

He stopped, turning back to look at me.

"See you in gym class."


Continued in Saturday