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Subject: {ASSM} Jared and Amanda Naked in School Part 05 (mf teen)
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JARED AND AMANDA NAKED IN SCHOOL
PART FIVE
THURSDAY DAYTIME

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
JARED

I woke up the next morning, threw on some clothes, and went downstairs,
still rather delirious.

"Hey, little brother." Tina greeted me. Mom and Dad were there, too.

"Hiya, Jared," Mom said, "want some breakfast?"

"Love some." I sat down and Mom started spooning out some bacon and eggs.

"So, how are you today?" Dad asked me.

"Just fine."

"I'll just bet," Tina butted in.

"So, how long are you going to tease me about this?" I asked her.

"As long as I can get away with it," she admitted. "I have to admit, though,
Jared, Amanda surprised me. I didn't expect her to be that open."

"Neither did I, to be honest with you," I told her. "I think I bring out the
best in her. And you, my dear sister, bring out the worst."

"That's my job," Tina said, making even Mom and Dad chuckle.

I looked into her eye and retorted, "You're fired!"

"You can't fire me, little brother, you're stuck with me." She stuck out her
tongue at me. "Want a ride today?"

"No, I've had just about all of you that I can take," I teased. "No, you
know I like walking. It's not that far."

"Damn, I'll just have to find you in school and tease you there. That'll be
more fun anyway, you'll be naked."

"You just watch yourself. I've already told Amanda what your nickname stands
for. You want me to spill all the sordid details?"

"You didn't! You wouldn't!" Then she composed herself. "Besides which, you
don't know all the sordid details."

"I know enough," I smirked at her.

"Wait a minute, what nickname, and what does it stand for?" Mom interjected.

"Whoo boy," I laughed. "They don't know about that?"

"Not the nickname. Though I'm sure you'll now tell them. If you'll excuse
me, I prefer not to be here when they find out. Toodles." And off she went.

"All right, Jared, spill the beans."

"Her nickname, among her friends, is E.T."

"I take it it doesn't have anything to do with lovable aliens in Steven
Spielberg movies," Dad deadpanned.

"No. It stands for Easy Tina."

"Oy." Dad said.

"Oh, I'm not shocked," Mom replied. "We knew Tina has been sexually active
for quite a while."

"Extremely sexually active, as far as I can tell," I grinned.

"She started young, I know that," Mom said. "Hey, it's the world today. And
I know she's careful." She looked at me. "She was in love once, I know, and
he broke her heart. I think she's looking for it again."

"Joe, I'm guessing," naming her boyfriend for most of last year.

"Exactly right," Mom confirmed. "He turned out to be a complete asshole,
though." She looked at me. "I worry more about you getting in a relationship
than I do about you having sex, you know-because of that. So, if I seem
overprotective, it's because I had to help Tina pick up the pieces last
year."

"You? Overprotective? Since when?" I laughed.

"Since now," she said. She sat down next to me. "You told me you had a crush
on Amanda, yes-but, with you being thrown together, and it happening so
fast, and the pressures of The Program, I figured what was happening between
the two of you right now was mostly sex." She took a deep breath. "Then I
saw the look in both your eyes when you came upstairs last night, and I
realized I was wrong. You don't get that look from just sex."

I took a deep breath. "After we were done, she told me she loved me."

"That's a much easier thing to say at that point in time, you know," Dad
interjected.

"Yeah, I know."

"Did you say it back?" Mom asked.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Three days, Jared. It's been three days, a few interesting experiences in
class, one date, and one time in bed. You think about that," Mom pointed
out.

"I do. I know what you're saying." I took a deep breath. "Look, how old were
you when you met Dad?"

"Fifteen," she laughed. "This isn't an age thing, that's not what I mean."

"Fine, but that wasn't my question. You met Dad when you were fifteen. How
long before you knew?"

"Almost immediately," she admitted, throwing a smile at my Dad. "Probably
less than three days," she laughed. "Hey, sometimes it works out. But Tina
thought she knew immediately last year with Joe, too. Just remember that."

"I will and I do. One thing, though, Mom, Tina's a girl. I think girls get
put through the ringer by asshole guys more than the other way around."

"Yes, but it does happen the other way around," Mom maintained. "And, from
what you've told me, and what I saw, Amanda has gone through a barrage of
changes in the last three days-and I think she's very emotionally fragile
right now."

"She is, I know," I admitted with a sigh. "What can I do? I just have to go
with the flow and hope it all works out."

"She seems delightful, don't get me wrong," Mom said. "Just be careful."

"I try." I wolfed down the last of my eggs. "Time to go to school, meet my
girlfriend, and get naked!"

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
AMANDA

I got out of my house in a hurry that Thursday. Wolfed down a bagel and got
out of there, pronto. First of all, I wanted to be early. Second of all, I
did not want to deal with my mother. I was in too good of a mood. She came
down stairs as I was headed out, called, "Amanda?" and I just yelled, "Gotta
go! Bye!" and headed for school.

That's all I'd need, a lecture from my mother to dampen my mood. I was on
cloud nine, and had no intention of coming down any time soon.

As I walked, I realized something. I was a little sore. I had to laugh at
that. I was actually sore..down there. Didn't hurt at all last night, but
that pounding Jared gave me with that big pecker of his had its aftereffect,
obviously. And I walked, and I felt the tender flesh rub up against itself,
and it was sore-and I just laughed.

I really was delirious.

I wondered if it was swollen. I hadn't looked. Maybe, when I got to school
and got my clothes off, everybody would be able to tell what I did last
night. That thought made me laugh harder.

Like I said, delirious.

I had planned to go down the path and meet Jared back by the football field,
but I didn't have a chance. He was already there, in front of the school,
waiting for me. We were over a half-hour early, and nobody else was there.
He saw me approach, lit up with a smile, and started walking towards me. I
shook my head, walked up to him, grabbed his hand, and said, "The woods."
Even though nobody was there yet, I didn't want to take a chance. We took
off down the path, got to the most wooded area, and grabbed and kissed each
other, long and deep.

Jared broke the kiss and looked at me and said, "Well, good morning."

"Good morning to you, too, silly," I said and kissed his nose. "Sleep well?"

"Like the proverbial baby."

"You, too, huh? Good."

"How are you this morning?"

"Sore," I admitted. "It didn't hurt last night, but I noticed it walking to
school this morning."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he said.

"What's to be sorry about? Not your fault you're a big boy," I giggled. "You
were as gentle as could be, until I told you to go faster, remember. Besides
which, I'd do it again. And again, and again, and again, and again..."

"You are something else," he interrupted me.

"Yes, I am, and don't you forget it!" He just laughed, and kissed me again.
I just couldn't get enough of this. Even the kisses made me tingle from the
top of my head to the tip of my toes. We broke the kiss, and I said, "We'd
better get out of here. The crowd'll be around soon." We walked out of the
woods hand-in-hand and saw that the crowd was beginning to gather in
earnest.

We ended up undressing each other again. We told the folks that they could
undress us-that's a reasonable request, after all-but they kept insisting
that we "put on a better show". So we did it, and we really played it up. It
was great-but, after what had happened last night, it really made me want
him! Ah, well.

 The morning flew by. As did lunch. We sat together, of course, but this
time, when he found me at the table, he set next to me. And diddled me under
the table the whole time I was eating! It was delicious, but I found it
really hard to have an orgasm without making noise!

Then we walked into Biology. Ms. T had two chairs set up in the front again.
We walked in and she, not surprisingly, nodded us into the chairs. The class
filed in and laughed at us being front-and-center again. Then the principal
Mr. Tilling walked in, smiled at us, and walked to a chair in the back of
the class.

"OK, everybody, listen up. We're going to be using Jared and Amanda as
guinea pigs again, and Mr. Tilling has asked to observe the class to see how
we're doing and how Jared and Amanda are doing in the program."

"HI. MR. TILLING!" the whole class yelled, bringing laughter from Ms T and a
smile from Mr. Tilling.

"Good," Ms. T laughed. "Now, what we're going to be discussing today-and it
is going to be a discussion, Jason and Amanda," she smiled at us," is
expectations, and reactions. I don't know exactly how this is going to go,
frankly-and that's because we're going to be asking Jason and Amanda some
questions. How they answer those questions will determine what direction we
go in."

"Now, you guys might find these questions embarrassing. Nothing needs to be
answered. You want to take a pass on a question, you take a pass. No
reasonable request laws apply. And no overruling from Mr. Tilling, right?"
she asked with a smile.

"I'm just a fly on the wall," Mr. Tilling said. "No, Sharon, this is your
class, and you determine the rules and any reasonable exceptions. I'm just
here to observe."

"Right. Now, you guys understand that?"

"Sure," Jared said. "Things can't get much more potentially embarrassing
than what I've already been through this week, so fire away."

The class laughed, and I added, "Me, too. Go for it."

"Great. Now, I think I know the answer to this first question," Ms. T
continued. "Amanda, you're still a virgin, correct?"

Well, it was all going to come out now, wasn't it? "No, I'm not," I replied.

"You're not?" Ms T asked.

"YOU'RE NOT?" Maggie bellowed from her seat. "When did this happen?"

"My next question exactly," Ms T laughed, "Amanda, when did you lose your
virginity?"

I glanced at my watch. "Oh, about fifteen hours ago," I admitted. "YOU GO
GIRL!" Maggie yelled at that one.

"Well, one of The Program's goals is to foster sexual awareness, after all,"
Ms. T pointed out. "Anyhow, since you gave me a different answer than I
expected, Amanda, I'll get back to you. Jared, you are still a virgin,
correct?"

"No," he said. I could see he was smiling a little.

"Wow. I'm going to have to redo my whole line of questioning," Ms T laughed.
"So, Jared, when did you lose your virginity?"

He gave me a little glance and then said, "Oh, about fifteen hours ago."

I think Maggie figured it out, but Ms T figured it out sooner. "Did the two
of you happen to be together while this was happening?"

"Yup," I admitted with a smile, Jared parroting me. Maggie let out an "ALL
RIGHT!" much to the bemusement of the whole class, even Mr. Tilling, and
then she piped up, "Ms. T, can I ask them a question?"

"I don't know, Maggie," Ms T said bemusedly.

"I just want to know if this happened before or after I saw them stark naked
in The Mariner!"

I cracked up laughing, and said, "After. Definitely after. Food first, sex
later."

Ms T smiled at that, and then said, "Wait a minute. You two went to The
Mariner nude last night?"

"Yes we did," Jared admitted.

"We had a date," I told them. "We decided to do the whole outreach thing on
the date. And then, after we left The Mariner, we.er."

"I think 'did it' is the phrase you're looking for," Ed Bauer butted it, to
laughter.

"Yes, well," Ms T giggled, "anyhow. What I wanted to ask you guys was this.
We know that you've been thrust into supporting each other through The
Program. So, was this just two friends getting some release from one
another, or was this something more?"

"Something more," Jared said immediately, the sweetie. "Definitely," I
agreed.

"I guess what I'm asking," Ms. T continued, "is if we should all be
considering you a couple now?"

Jared and I grinned at each other, then faced the class and said, in perfect
unison, "Yes!" The class broke out in raucous cheers. We just sat there and
beamed.

"A word, if I may," Mr. Tilling interjected. "You two might want to hold off
on that a few days. The Program is counterproductive to exclusivity."

"To a point," Jared said. "After all, intercourse is not a reasonable
request, is it?" Mr. Tilling agreed that it was not. "And emotional
involvement is most definitely not a reasonable request." Mr. Tilling had to
smile at that one, and agreed. "As for the rest of it, we deal with it fine.
Hell, we just walked here from the lunchroom and she was getting felt up
left and right, and not by me. We know what the score is."

"I must tell you, it's an interesting experience having some strange guy
diddling your pussy while you're holding your boyfriend's hand," I said
impishly, earning a big grin from Jared and more cheering from the class.

"Just a suggestion," Mr. Tilling said. "If you two think you can handle it,
then ignore me. Just be careful. This does have pitfalls."

"We know," Jared said.

"Good," Ms. T took over. "Now, I thought I was going to be asking two
virgins about their expectations, but what it turns out I'm going to be
doing is asking two recently deflowered virgins about how the event matched
their expectations. Which might be better."

"Amanda. We'll start with you. First of all, when did Jared ask you to go to
bed with him?"

"He didn't," I blushed. "Other way around." Everybody, even Mr. Tilling,
hooted at that. "Hey, Jared is a gentleman. It was our first date. I just
jumped the gun on him. Hey, after I brought it up, he told me he didn't
expect that. And I told him I knew, and knew he didn't expect anything, and
that was one of the things that was so wonderful about him." I noticed the
cheering about that one was louder from the girls! "So, no, I told him I
wanted him to make love to me."

"How did he react?" Ms. T asked.

"Oh, I don't want to answer that one," I said.

"That's OK," Jared laughed. "I'll admit it. There was almost a major pile-up
on Central Street right at that moment, because I damn near drove off the
road."

"When did you know you were going to do this?" Ms. T asked me.

I blushed. "I think I started thinking about it the minute he asked me out."

"I didn't know that!" Jared said.

"It's the truth. And that was at lunchtime," I told the class, "when he
asked me out."

"How did that happen, him asking you out?" Ms. T asked, so I told the whole
story, including his long-time crush on me. The class loved that one.

"Ok," Ms. T. continued. "So, when you decided to sleep with Jared, Amanda,
what did you hope would happen?"

"Well," I thought, "first, I hoped it'd fit." Everyone howled at that one,
Jared just blushed purple. "I hoped it wouldn't hurt too much. I hoped I'd
have an orgasm. And, I guess, I hoped it would be, I don't know, intense.
Like you said what we did here with our hands on Tuesday. I hoped if we went
all the way, it'd be as intense."

"So, what happened?" Ms. T asked.

I smiled and proudly said it. "It fit just fine, it didn't hurt at all, I
came four times, and if there were a Richter Scale of intensity, this would'
ve been off it." The class applauded, to my embarrassment. And if it were
possible to blush and beam at the same time, Jared would've been doing it.

"I giggled and laughed through most of it," I admitted. Most of the class,
and Ms. T, looked at me in astonishment. "Really. Jared, tell them what you
said when we were done."

Jared smiled and told them. "I said that nobody ever told me about the joy.
In all the talk about sex I'd ever heard, nobody told me about the joy."

"That's because it's rare," Ms. T said. "Now, Jared, what were your hopes?"

"Well, as Amanda told you, this came as something of a surprise for me, so I
didn't have all that much time to think about it. I guess my biggest hope
was not to fuck up!" Everyone laughed at that. "And I so desperately didn't
want to hurt her. I was really concerned about that. I knew she was a
virgin, I knew the first time often hurt, and it's been pointed out to me
during The Program that I'm a bit on the large side."

"A BIT?" Maggie burst out.

"You just be quiet," Jared said to her. "Anyhow, I wasn't worried about me.
I was worried about her. Guys can cum almost at will, especially
sixteen-year-old guys, and she made me cum before we got to the final event,
so I wasn't worried about that. I just didn't want her to be hurt."

"And that worked out for you," Ms. T said, already knowing the answer from
what I had said. But my sweetie answered it anyway.

"When we were done, and I asked if she was OK, she told me she skipped right
past OK and went straight for delirious. Who could ask for more than that? "
He looked at me. He was trying to hide it from the rest of the class, but he
let me see it. His eyes were shining. And he told me he wasn't a crier.
Yeah, right. If we would've been alone, he would've bawled.

It was so sweet!

Ms. T started talking again. "Well, I've heard some first-time stories in my
time. That's got to be one of the better ones, maybe the best. Those of you
who are virgins, don't necessarily count on this. As I said Tuesday, willing
consensual sex between two people who, at least, like each other is always
fun-but it's not always like Amanda and Jared described."

"All the female virgins in the room will just have to rent out Jared, then,"
Maggie quipped.

"Over my dead body!" I retorted.

"But you get the male ones, Amanda," Maggie continued.

"Oh. Well. Hmmmm," I joked. Maggie cracked up. Jared just gave me a glare.
He couldn't hold it though, I saw the grin trying to break through.

"Maggie, are you shooting for a career as a Madame?" Ms. T joked, earning
hoots from the rest of the class, and making Maggie blush, a rare event
indeed.

"I have a question," Dave Shiell, one of Jared's best friends, said. "Umm,
what does a guy do to make it not hurt?"

"Damn good question, David," Ms. T said. "Do you have any advice, Jared?"

"Hmmm." He thought for a minute. "I think I got lucky in that regard, to be
honest. But, let's see. Lots of foreplay. Go slow. If she tells you to stop
or slow down, do it. Lube helps."

"Going slow ain't easy," Ed Bauer piped up. "Sometimes you shoot off before
you're even in, which really isn't much fun for either of you."

Jared got a silly little grin, and told Ed, "Well-and this wasn't my idea so
I can't take credit for it-but I found out that if she gives you a blowjob
first, it makes that part of it a whole hell of a lot easier."

I laughed, as did the whole class, and Maggie piped up, "Amanda, you been
reading my diary again?"

"Anyhow," Jared said, "remember, though, I did get lucky. I still thought I'
d hurt her. I'm still kind of stunned that I didn't."

"Well, I was ready, ready, ready," I admitted. "Jared was right with what he
said the other day, I have been sitting in a puddle for a week. Lots of
foreplay? I'd been having foreplay for three days before this happened.
Girls, if you want to guarantee yourself a good first time-go see Mr.
Tilling there about signing up for The Program." Everybody laughed. "I'm
serious," I interrupted. "Look, I never considered myself sexual. If my
hormones ever acted up, I made them go away. If I thought about boys, it was
in that stupid Prince-Charming-on-the-white-horse-in-the-big-castle kind of
way. I was not in touch with my body, not even a little bit. Now look at me.
If you're scared of sex, if you're scared of your body, do this. Do The
Program. I'm serious." I got a little grin. "And hope Mr. Tilling pairs you
up with a sympathetic and very cool buddy."

"Amanda," Ms. T asked, "I know this takes conjecture on your part, but, if
Jared hadn't been around, and you were in The Program, do you think you
still would've had sex?"

"Yes," I said definitely. "No doubt in my mind. In fact, I told Jared
that-that there was no way I was getting out of this experience with my
virginity intact. Just wasn't going to happen. I'm too horny. So, yeah, if
Jared hadn't been there, there would've been somebody else." My voice
dropped a little. "Wouldn't have been nearly as special, though."

"No doubt," Ms. T agreed.

"I have a question," Maggie asked. She looked.different. She seemed to be
swallowing rapidly. "What if you've, er, been around the block a few
times..and you've never felt.. that?" Oh damn. I actually felt bad for her
at that moment.

"You keep trying," Ms. T said. "Change your approach. Don't have sex so
quickly-or, maybe, have it quicker if you've been waiting. Look for a
different pool of people."

"Try switch-hitting," Lisa Sherrick, the lesbian, piped up, to general
amusement.

"Yes, that's a possibility," Ms. T grinned.  "Hey, if sex with someone of
the same gender attracts you at all, go for it. You won't know until you
try. I'll admit it to you all-I do prefer men, but I have had sex with a
woman, and it was different but very fun." Wow! I can't believe she told us
that. Anyhow, she went on, "But, aside from that, what I meant by different
pool of people-and since I'm answering Maggie's question, I'll talk from a
girl's point of view-is try a different type of guy. If you've been going
through all the hunky muscular football players, and they're not doing it
for you, try the trumpet player in the school band."

"I'll go along with that," piped up Jared's friend Dave-who was the trumpet
player in the school band.

"There you go," Ms. T laughed. "Anyhow, you get my point. Try something new.
Whether it's timing, or somebody you wouldn't normally think about.
Experiment, experiment, experiment. You're all young. You should all be
experimenting."

"Experimenting's all well and good," Jared piped up, "but in my case, what
would be the point?"

"Well, you two might be the exception that proves the rule," Ms. T pointed
out. "If what you're telling us is true-and I believe them, guys, you can't
fake something like that, even when just talking about it-anyway. You two
might be the rare case that find each other in high school, ride off into
the sunset, have four little Jared and Amandas, and end up with the greatest
sex life in the history of Western civilization." Everybody cracked up at
that, Jared and I most of all-but, boy, that sounded nice! "Anyhow, that
might happen. I wouldn't bet against it," Ms. T continued. "However, to
answer your question, the reason you'd experiment at age 16 even if you
think you've found your soulmate is to be sure. Now, maybe you two don't
need that. That's fine. Only you and Amanda can answer that. You're telling
us a fantastic story, but only the two of you were in the room. This is
something you have to figure out. But, anyway, that's why you'd experiment,
to be sure. Also, for variety, but, if you're in a couple, that has to be
agreed on by both of you or it causes problems."

"How do you know if you're sure?" Maggie asked.

"That's a tough one. Let me tell you a little story. I hope this doesn't
discourage Jared and Amanda, because I don't mean to, but this is my little
story. I had a boyfriend in college, and I thought he was the one. Rockets
fired, the earth moved, all that good stuff. But it ended, and I was not the
one that ended it, and I thought I'd never have anything like that again."
She smiled at us. "Until, about five years ago, I met my husband. And I
found out that what I had with the guy in college was a very pale
 imitation."

"Having been through both those situations," I asked her, "do you know what
the difference is?"

"Oh, yeah, I know a lot of it," she said. "My husband loves me. The guy in
college didn't. I loved him, or thought I did, but he didn't love me. That's
the difference. And I do love my husband, and there's no mistake about that.
You have to trust your heart. That's the key. My heart knew the guy in
college was a no-good fink, but my hormones didn't listen. Just as my heart
knows my husband is gold. And the hormones are in full agreement this time."

That's when the class ended.

I was still thinking about this later in the day. The day was over, we were
getting prepared to go, and Mr. Riley, our history teacher, asked Jared to
stay fifteen minutes or so to discuss an extra-credit project he was doing.

"Oh, pooh," I said. "I was hoping for a little canoodling in the woods," I
said.

"I know," he commiserated. "Hey, maybe you'll see me later. Maybe I'll stop
by cheerleading. Watch you shake your pom-poms."

"You'd do that?"

"Sure. It'll be fun. I'll see you later, OK?"

"OK," I said, and threw a kiss at him, and left the room.

I'm still not quite sure what happened next.

Well, I do know-but that doesn't excuse it. It was what Ms. T had said,
about being sure and trusting your heart. I didn't trust my heart. I'd never
had to, and I'd never developed the ability to. I knew what my heart was
telling me-but I didn't trust it. And I heard, in my head, what Ms. T said
about experimenting and being sure. I wasn't sure, because I couldn't trust
my heart. And it was so new that I was confused.

Anyhow, I came out, grabbed my clothes-and there at the exit was Eric
Andrews. Now, I didn't have full-blown crushes like Jared had on me-I wasn't
in touch with my emotions enough for that-but I had little glimmers. And,
for the past year, Eric Andrews had been a big little glimmer. So, there he
was, smiling at me.

"Hey, Amanda! Looking fine."

"Thanks, Eric," I giggled.

"You're going to cheerleading, right? Walk you there." Eric was a football
player.

"OK." He didn't go the direct way; he led me through the woods. I kind of
expected that. I also expected him to make the proverbial reasonable request
to cop a feel, which he did. And, he got me going-not that that took much
these days-and, the next thing I knew, he was pulling me back into a more
secluded corner of the woods.

"Amanda, can I fuck you?"

"OK," I said. The stupidest OK in the history of mankind, but I said it.
This was not a rape. Eric's not like that. I agreed to it, I fucking agreed
to it.

What was I thinking! Well, I was horny, no doubt about it. And I was
thinking about all those things. Being sure. Wanting to be sure, and not
being sure. Trusting my heart. Oh, I heard it, it was screaming, "YOU
 IDIOT!" but I didn't trust it.

So I let him. I let Eric fuck me lying on the ground in the damn woods. Less
than a day after I get my first ever boyfriend and I was cheating on him.
Jared had said it himself-intercourse wasn't a reasonable request that
couldn't be denied. This had nothing to do with The Program, and everything
to do with my damn insecurities.

So, we did it. And, by the end, I knew. Maybe I did have to do it after all,
because, when we were done, there was no doubt in my mind. Hey, Ms. T was
right-I did like Eric, and it was willing, so it did turn out to be fun.
Eric knew what he was doing, and it was fun. But it was not the same. Not by
a long, long shot. This was just sex. That's when I knew, beyond a shadow of
a doubt, that it was time to start trusting my heart.

That's when I saw Eric, kneeling in front of me after having finished, look
over to his left and shout, "Hey, Wicklow!"

Oh, Jesus. I glanced over there, and there was Jared. Looking like I had
just broken his heart.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
JARED

I guess I was stunned.

There was Eric Andrews, just having fucked my girlfriend. "Hey, Wicklow!" he
yelled out.

"Oops," I said, "sorry to interrupt." More sorry than Eric knew.

"No problem, we were done." He looked at Amanda and said, "Want me to walk
you to cheerleading, babe?"

"Uh, no," Amanda stammered. "Um, I have to put myself together. You go on,
OK?"

"Sure thing, babe," Eric said. "Thanks a lot, it was a blast. See you later,
Wicklow," and he was off.

I looked down at Amanda. She was still sitting on the ground, clutching her
knees in her hands. She had twigs and leaves all in her hair, and she had
cum-not my cum-dripping from her pussy. She couldn't look at me.

I took a breath. I couldn't stand it. I knew this was too good to be true.
"So, is this it, then?"

"What?" she asked.

"Is this where I get the big brush-off?" I spat out. "So long, thanks for
everything?"

She looked at me, eyes wide as saucers, as if I had just suggested she cut
off her right arm. "Oh, God, Jared, NO! No, no, no." And then she started
crying.

Damn it. Damn it all to hell. I was the injured party here, right? I was the
one that had just walked in on my girlfriend getting boffed by another guy!
She couldn't go through one day without cheating on me! But, there she was,
sitting in the fucking dirt, crying her eyes out. Great big sobbing heaves.

I'm a sap. I'm also in love with her-still, despite what I just walked in
on-and I'm the sap of all time. I went to her, pulled her up off the ground,
and held her while she cried and cried.

"Oh, Jared, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she hiccuped in between sobs, and I
stroked her hair and whispered in her ear. After she calmed down, I reminded
her that she was going to be late for cheerleading. "I don't care," she
said, but we started walking towards the field anyhow-she a little shaky,
and me? I didn't know what I was feeling.

My first question was, I suppose, the obvious one. "He didn't force that,
did he?"

"No," she admitted, ashamedly. "Eric isn't like that."

"I didn't think so, but I wanted to make sure." Then I asked her the only
other thing that came to mind. "Why?"

"Oh, Jared, because I'm an idiot," she said. "A test. It was a test. An
experiment."

"Ah," I said. "You were testing what happened last night."

"Right," she admitted.

"But why?" I still didn't understand.

"Because I don't trust my heart-well, I never have. I have a hard time with
that. I was making sure it wasn't all an illusion."

"What did you find out?" I asked, not without some trepidation.

She gave me a sad little smile. "That my heart is right, it's the rest of me
that's stupid, and the only illusion was my own insecurities, that's what I
found out." She sighed. "I just wish I hadn't hurt you by finding this all
out. I'm so sorry."

"What hurts the most probably isn't what you think it is," I admitted.

"What hurts the most?" she asked.

"That you didn't tell me. That you just did it and let me catch you like
that. That was the worst. Look at the first thing I said to you. We've been
going out for less than twenty-four hours and I've been waiting for The Big
Breakup every second of that time. If you had said something.."

"Oh," she said. "I guess I get wrapped up in my own insecurities, I forget
you have a couple of your own. But if I had told you I wanted to test this,
wouldn't that have triggered something?"

"If you trusted me enough to tell me, you would've expected to find out that
your heart was right. Doing it behind my back-well, it almost looks like you
were looking for an excuse to dump me. You know, hold on to Jared until I
find something better."

"Oh, Jesus. What a fuck-up I am," she said. "And now I have to go to
cheerleading."

"It's OK. I'm going to stay and watch," I told her.

"You are?" she lit up.

"Yeah. And we can talk later."

"OK." She squeezed my hand, and ran off to join the cheering squad.

I dragged myself up the bleachers, and found a spot to be alone. I didn't
know what to think. I did know we needed some time. I grabbed my cel phone
out of my bookbag and called home.

"Wicklow Residence, the fabulous Tina speaking."

At least she made me laugh. "Yo, Sis."

"Hiya little brother. Where are you?"

"Football field. Watching cheerleading practice."

"Watching a certain someone shake her bare nekkid pompoms, is that it?" she
teased with a leer.

"Something like that."

"Are you OK, Jared?" she asked. "You don't sound like yourself."

"I'll tell you all about it later."

"Problems with Amanda?" Damn, she was perceptive.

"Maybe. It's weird."

"OK, little brother, anytime you want to talk, I'm all ears, you know that."
She took a deep breath. "Mom told me that you know about my trip down that
particular road, so if you need the voice of broken-hearted experience..."

"Thanks, Tina. I'll remember that. But this might work out. Listen, what's
on tap for dinner tonight?"

"Mom made a marinara sauce." Then the ol' teasing Tina came back. "And since
you're there watching the cheerleaders I suppose I am stuck heating it up,
right?"

"I'll be back in time to help. Listen, there's plenty?"

"Oh, yeah, Mom made a ton, and we've got lots of Spaghetti." Then she got
it. "I take it you're bringing a certain guest," she smirked.

"Maybe. I need to ask her about it when she gets done shaking her pompoms,
but we need to talk."

"Fine. Yeah, there's plenty. Bring her on over."

"Thanks, ET." She laughed at me using her nickname. "Talk to you later."

I put my phone away, and sat there watching for a while. I must say,
watching Amanda doing her cheerleading routines wearing nothing but her
shoes was a very pleasurable experience. It's a good thing I was used to
walking around nude with a boner, because I sure had one now. I even had a
disloyal thought-that it would even be better if all the cheerleaders were
naked-but I figured I was allowed that, after what had happened.

Damn, I was bitter. It surprised even me.

Besides, it would be better, right? The more the merrier, right? Of course,
the sane voice in my head was saying, "Fuck that, the one that is nude-and
happens to be yours-is the most beautiful one out there anyhow." But I told
the sane voice to shut up. Get 'em all naked. Line 'em up.

Shit.

Football practice was breaking up, though the cheerleaders were still
running through a couple of final routines. Then I noticed a guy in football
pads walking up the stands towards me.

"Wicklow." It was Eric Andrews.

Well, I wasn't mad at him. Was I? Should I be? I realized quickly, the
answer to that last question was no.

"Wicklow, I owe you an apology," he said, looking very uncomfortable. "I
didn't know. Man, I didn't know. Eddie Bauer was just telling a bunch of us
that you and Amanda announced in Bio that you were going out. Shit, if I had
known.." He made a helpless gesture.

"I know," I told him.

"Look, Jared, I hate to tell you this, but she was willing! She said yes! I
never would force myself.."

"I know that, Eric," I cut him off.

"I just feel horrible," he continued. "I don't fuck around with other guy's
girlfriends, The Program be damned. I really am sorry."

"It wasn't your fault," I heard a small, soft, sad voice say to the other
side of me. It was Amanda. She was dressed now, and she stood there on the
bleachers. "Eric, it wasn't your fault," she repeated. "Don't beat yourself
up over this."

"I really am sorry," he repeated, kind of at a loss, waved helplessly, then
followed the rest of the team into the locker room.

Amanda climbed the bleachers, up next to me, flashed me a little smile, then
sat there, her head on her hands, staring out into space.

Dammit. Eric Andrews was a class act. Fine, but now I had no one to be mad
at. Except Amanda. And I was trying not to take it out on her.

Sighing, I grabbed my clothes and started putting them on. When I got done,
I sat back down next to her, and looked over at her. "How do you feel about
spaghetti?"

"Spaghetti?" She asked, confused.

"Yeah. My Mom makes a great marinara sauce. Tina's heating it up right now,
and I've got to go make the garlic bread so she doesn't curse me for the
rest of my life."

"I love spaghetti. And garlic bread."

"Good. Let's go."

"You sure?" she said.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"I need to call home." I handed her my cel phone, and she dialed her house.
Obviously, no one was there, because I heard her leave a message. She handed
me my phone back.

"Ready?" I said.

"Sure." We started walking towards my house.

--End of Part Five-

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