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Jason And Jennifer Naked In School - Saturday
By Jeremy Spencer
Copyright 2004

All rights reserved. This story may be downloaded for personal use, but 
any posting to a website, free or otherwise, is strictly forbidden.

Author's Note: The following is a fictional story. In it, fictional 
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex. They live in a 
fictional world without fictional diseases. You do not. Be careful. All 
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing. 
Now, on to the show!

*****

CHAPTER ONE - JASON

"Dad, can I talk to you?" I had been awake for thirty minutes or so 
before I heard people moving around, so I finally came out of my room.

"What's bugging you, son?"

"I... please... I need to know what's up with Mom. It's just weird how 
she's been acting... about... about The Program and about Jennifer and 
I."

"Maybe you should talk with her," he said, going back to his paper. 
"Don't you think?"

I stood there a moment before spinning around and heading to the living 
room. Obviously I wasn't going to get any more out of him. Far be it 
from me to come between my dad and his morning paper.

"Mom?"

"Yes dear?" she said, looking up from her crossword puzzle. It had been 
a tradition as far back as I could remember. Dad would always grab the 
business and sports sections, while Mom kept the front page and 
entertainment. He occasionally griped that she always finished all the 
puzzles, but it was all in jest. He hated word jumbles with a passion, 
and it was a rare crossword puzzle clue indeed if he knew the answer to 
it.

"Can I talk to you? Please?" I asked, hoping she could hear how serious 
I was. Apparently she could, as she sighed and set down her paper and 
pencil.

"Yes?"

I sat down beside her on the couch and took a deep breath.

"Is there something wrong? Did I do something? Did Jennifer? You've 
just been so angry, and I don't know if it's something one of us did, 
or if something else is bothering you, or... I just don't understand."

"I don't think it's any of your business why I behave the way I do," 
she said, clearly intending to end the conversation, and I found myself 
ready to scream.

"I think it would be for the best," I heard my dad say, and I turned, 
finding him standing in the doorway.

"But Nathan," she said.

"We've talked about this," he said quietly. "They need to know."

I felt like a tennis spectator as my head swiveled back and forth as 
the two held a silent conversation, one my father apparently won.

"Fine," my mom said. "I suppose you need to know someday." She paused 
for a moment before suddenly standing up, and I feared she had changed 
her mind as she walked out of the living room.

"Where's she going?" I asked my dad, but he just shrugged, as in the 
dark as I was. It was only a couple minutes before she returned, 
holding a large photo album. My dad starting nodding in recognition, 
but I was still very much confused.

"What's this?" I asked, as she sat back down beside me.

"This is my life," she answered, opening the heavy book. "At least 
until I was eighteen." She flipped through the book, carefully turning 
the yellowed pages, full of old black and white photographs.

"Is that you?" I asked, pointing to a large photo. Pictured was a group 
of ten or twelve people, none of whom were dressed in what I would 
consider to be modern clothes.

"That is me, and my whole family," she said.

"What?" As far as I knew, my step-mother had only one brother. "These 
are... was this a family reunion?" I asked, thinking maybe it was a 
picture of all of her cousins.

"No, these are all the kids in my family."

"I thought Uncle Matthew was your only brother," I said, again 
thoroughly confused.

"He's... he's the only brother who will speak to me," she said quietly.

"What? Why? What happened?"

"Maybe you should start at the beginning," my dad said. He had sat down 
on the other side of my mother, who was leaning against him, her eyes 
closed, slowly nodding in agreement. Whatever had happened wasn't good, 
and I felt kind of sorry for asking. I had thought I needed to know, 
but now I wasn't so sure.

"I grew up in Pennsylvania," she said. I nodded, I had heard this 
before. "What I've never told you, what I've always kept secret from 
all of you kids, is why I left, what I left behind."

"What?"

"You see in the picture, how everyone is dressed..."

"Old?" I asked.

"I suppose," she answered, a small smile playing on her lips. "It isn't 
intended to be old, although I suppose it does look it. I was thinking 
that practical is the best way to describe our clothes."

"Old, practical, whatever," I said, laughing. "What's with the hats?"

"Hats?"

"Yeah. All the girls are wearing hats."

"That was part of our way of life."

"What do you mean? What way of life?"

"I was raised in a Mennonite community."

"Huh?" I'd heard the word before, but hadn't really known what it was.

"Mennonite. It was an offshoot of the Catholic church which began back 
in the 1500's in Switzerland." She went on to explain how the religion 
had come to exist, and how each community tried to keep itself 
completely separate from the non-Mennonites in the area. Some of the 
more radical groups went so far as to be completely non-compliant, even 
going so far as refusing to pay taxes, which of course led to many 
problems.

"So that's how you grew up?" I asked.

"Yes."

"And what... you didn't like how strict it was and left?" She had said 
that was her life up until she was eighteen, and I assumed she had left 
when she was finally old enough.

"I was given the ban," she said.

"What?"

"The ban," she sighed, looking more sad and frail than I'd ever seen 
her. Tears began to form in her eyes and she began to cry, leaning on 
my father's shoulder for support. I sat there, watching the two of them 
interact. As often as I'd disagreed with my mom, and sometimes went so 
far as wondering what my dad saw in her, it was obvious they were in 
love. Finally though, the silence got to be too much.

"What's the ban?" I asked, impatient to understand why my step-mom was 
the way she is.

"It means I was kicked out," she said.

I sat there stunned for a moment. Her parents had kicked her out of the 
house? I couldn't quite understand it.

"Why?"

"Because I slept with a brother," she said. Her voice was ragged as she 
cried. Finally she composed herself, wiping her eyes with a tissue and 
looking at me. Her eyes were red from crying.

"You... you what?" I asked, unable to believe it.

"He wasn't really my brother," she explained. "In many Mennonite 
societies, children are raised by the entire community, and so Matthew 
wasn't really my brother, but... he was, in a way."

"Oh... wow... and they kicked you and... wait... Uncle Matthew?" I 
asked, finally beginning to understand.

"Yes. Uncle Matthew."

"What happened?"

"What happened?" she repeated, laughing sadly. "Love happened, Jason. 
Love, at least love to a foolish fourteen year-old girl. Matthew was a 
couple years older than I was, and I fell for him, and he said he loved 
me. We tried to fight it, but... we couldn't."

"How did people find out?" I asked.

"It's hard to hide a pregnant belly," she said.

"Jennifer?" I asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"Matthew and I met in front of the entire community, and were given the 
ban. We were forced to leave, but since I was still young, I was 
allowed to stay until I came of age. It was the hardest time of my 
life. After giving birth, I was again treated as a child, and Jennifer 
was raised as my sister instead of my daughter."

"So then when you were old enough they kicked you out," I said.

"Yes."

"What about Samantha?" I asked. "I thought Jennifer and Samantha were sisters."

"They are. While I was still living with the community, Matthew would 
sneak in, or I would... escape... it seemed like a prison to me, and we 
would make love. I was pregnant with Samantha when I was finally forced 
to leave."

I sat there, stunned at what I was hearing. I snuck a glance at my 
father. He had known all this, I was sure of it. One thing bothered me 
still, although I was afraid to ask it.

"What... what happened to Matthew. Why didn't you marry him?"

"I would have," she sighed. "But he had married by the time I was free 
from the community. I married my first husband, and he was wonderful. 
We never told the girls the truth. Jennifer was so young, barely three 
years old, when we left Pennsylvania. I don't know what she remembers, 
but she's never said anything, and Samantha never knew another father."

"Wow," I said, fully realizing what had been going through her mind 
this week. "So it reminded you of when you were young, seeing Jennifer 
and I?"

"Kind of," she said. "The nudity was so difficult. So difficult. Part 
of the reason for the old clothes, as you called them, is because a 
major part of Mennonite culture is purity. The human body was seen as 
dirty, or at the least a temptation."

"So the long dresses and heavy clothes were to protect you from what... 
from sinning?"

"Yes."

"Jeez..." I didn't know what to say. "Sorry."

"Oh Jason, it's not your fault! I tried so hard to leave my past behind 
me. For years I never told anyone where I was from. I made up a 
childhood so I would have something happy to remember, but it never 
worked. I still believe many of the things I learned, but... the past 
was so painful for me."

Suddenly I was in awe. My step-mother had gone through so much, and had 
never used it as an excuse... she had never even hinted at it. I stood 
up and turned to my mom, reaching a hand out to her. I pulled her to 
her feet.

"Thanks for telling me," I whispered. "I love you. Can I have a hug?" I 
asked, opening my arms wide.

"Always," she said. "Always."


CHAPTER TWO - JENNIFER

It took me a minute to remember where I was when I woke up, and in 
particular what that sensation was. It felt like something soft and wet 
was gliding over my pussy, and I squirmed under the sheets, realizing 
that Heather was nestled between my legs, her wet tongue lapping at my 
pussy.

Suddenly the night before came back to me... Heather and me on the bed, 
Heather eating me out, me tasting my first pussy.

"God, you're finally awake," Heather said, taking a long swipe up my 
moist slit. "I've been licking you for ten minutes now."

"What a way to wake up," I moaned, rolling my hips, trying to get her 
to touch my clit. I was wide awake and suddenly very horny, but Heather 
backed away, to my dismay.

"Uh uh," she said, shaking her finger at me. "Now that you're up we 
have to get ready."

I groaned, remembering our early practice session this morning.

"Can I have the shower first?" I asked. Heather laughed, waving her 
hand in front of her nose.

"You need it," she grinned. "You smell like... someone who should have 
washed last night." Heather paused, a smirk coming to her face. "You 
know," she said. "I could always wash your front if we showered 
together."

"Deal," I said, climbing out of bed and walking naked to the bathroom. 
Heather clapped her hands together once and quickly followed me in.

Showering with another girl proved to be a rather pleasant experience. 
The feel of Heather's slippery, soap-covered breasts in my hands was 
almost enough to really get my juices flowing, but Heather took care of 
that when she dropped to her knees in front of me.

"I just need to check and see if you're clean enough," she said slyly, 
as she slipped her tongue along the crevice of my mound. I grabbed at 
her head, forcing my slippery pussy against her face. I was excited, 
and it didn't take too long before I was screaming in my orgasm.

I eagerly returned the favor, enjoying the feel of her firm ass cheeks 
in my hands as I knelt on the tile floor, kissing and licking at 
Heather's bare pussy.

"I think I really want to shave myself bare," I said. "It's so smooth 
and pretty."

"And it feels great," she moaned. "Jason will love you even more for 
it," she laughed.

"I know he likes yours," I said. "I can't wait to feel his tongue on me 
after I shave," I said, shivering at the thought.

"Is he good?" Heather asked breathlessly. She was beginning to near her 
orgasm, and I nodded, not wanting to pull away from her steamy pussy.

"Mmm hmm," I mumbled. I flicked my tongue over her clit rapidly, then 
quickly sucked on her fat pussy lips as Heather thrashed above me in 
her orgasm.

By the time we had both recovered, time was getting short, and Heather 
had to hurry to get dressed in time to meet the team bus. It was fun 
showering with another girl, but it sure didn't seem to be any quicker.

The home gym we play in isn't small, but the arena the state finals 
were being held in was huge! It must have seated around twelve thousand 
people, compared to maybe four thousand. And it wasn't as if Kennedy 
Prep normally sold out for volleyball. Coach told us it would be a 
different experience for us, most noticeably in how we communicated 
with each other.

"You won't be able to hear each other as easily," he said. "You have to 
keep your heads up at all times, and don't rely on your ears." The 
first part of our practice was the same as we normally did. We started 
off serving, then moved to spiking, and finally to defense. The only 
difference was the loud music Coach had blaring from the loudspeakers.

We were running a little first-team versus second-team scrimmage when 
we heard some laughing and catcalls from just off the court.

"What's going on?" someone joked. "Can't you afford enough uniforms?"

I looked up and sure enough, a few of the West High Cadettes were 
watching us practice. West High is located in one of the larger suburbs 
of the state capital, and seems to always be one of the top volleyball 
powers in the state. We'd played them in last year's sectional finals, 
but lost in straight sets.

"Leave us alone," Heather yelled, walking up to one of the taller 
girls. "This is our court!"

"We're just watching," the girl answered back. "We practice in ten 
minutes, and just wanted to see what we're up against tonight." She 
grinned at her teammates. "Doesn't look like much of a fight to me."

"You want to fight?" Heather asked, her fists balled at her sides. I 
ran over to where the two girls were standing, toe to toe, and grabbed 
Heather by the arm.

"Come on," I hissed. "Let's go." Heather resisted for a moment, but 
finally allowed me to drag her away. The West High girls just kept 
laughing and hooting, but I ignored them.


CHAPTER THREE - JASON

After my talk with Mom it was about time to get ready to head off, so I 
quick grabbed a book and my CD player. I think Samantha had a short 
talk with Mom, maybe similar to what our discussion had been. Whatever 
it was, Samantha was pretty quiet on the drive to the game.

It was a couple of hours before game time when we got to the arena, so 
the four of us grabbed a quick bite to eat and then headed in. Our 
tickets were with a group of Kennedy Prep parents, so we were seated 
right next to the court.

"Sorry," I said to my Mom as we sat down. I'd run to the bathroom to 
take off my clothes, since this was a school event, and The Program was 
still in effect for me. I knew this had to be difficult for my Mom. She 
had been to the choir concert and Jennifer's semi-final volleyball 
game, but this was the first time she'd come face to face with one of 
her naked kids.

"That's okay, Jason." She patted my hand lightly, drawing her hand back 
quickly when she realized how close she was to my penis. She blushed 
slightly, glancing down at me. "I think this is good for me," she said. 
"I need to overcome a lot of things that have built up, and while this 
isn't how I would have chosen for that to happen, it'll have to do."

We sat around, listening to each school's pep band try to outplay the 
other, before I decided to go grab some sodas. I was standing in line 
when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Jason?" someone asked. I turned and saw it was Susan Hazleton. We had 
met at the state semi-finals, when she had been selected to watch me to 
make sure I wasn't cheating.

"Susan!" I said, glad to see a friendly face. "What are you doing here? 
Did your dad send you to scout us?" I asked, teasing her.

"No. I wanted to come see you guys play," she explained.

"That's cool. Who did you come with?"

"My mom and I came together. I don't think I'm going back to my dad 
after what happened earlier this week." After the match her dad had 
gotten pissed at her, blowing up in front of the team and leaving her 
behind.

"That's probably good," I said. "Don't tell him, but I never really 
liked him all that much!" She laughed, but looked a little sad.

"I didn't either," she said.

We had worked our way to the head of the line, so I ordered sodas for 
my family, and an order of nachos for myself.

"Do you want anything?" I asked.

"No. I'm good. Question for you... how are you planning to pay for all 
of that?" she asked. I panicked for a moment, having completely 
forgotten I had no clothes, no wallet, and no money.

"Crap," I said, afraid I was going to have to run back inside.

"Don't worry," Susan said, laughing at my predicament. "I've got you covered."

"At least one of us is covered," I said, blushing as Susan made a point 
to stare at my dick, giggling as I began to swell in response.

She handed some money to the cashier and we returned to the arena.

My dad paid Susan back the money she had spent on the food, giving me a 
look as if it was somehow my fault I had no clothes on. We asked Susan 
if she'd like to sit with us, but she said her mom was waiting for her 
and left to find her.

"Who was that?" Samantha asked.

"Susan Hazleton," I said. "She's the daughter of the coach of the Rock 
Island squad." I explained how we had met, which Samantha thought was 
hilarious.

"She's cute," my dad said. I shook my head at that.

"She's nice," I said, "but we don't know each other all that well."

"I think she likes you," said my mom.

"What? No. She's just a nice girl."

"Really?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Jeez, you guys. What are you trying to do? Break me up with Jennifer?"

"I'm just teasing," my mom said, patting me on the arm. "But she is cute."

Aarrghh... parents.


CHAPTER FOUR - JENNIFER

I was a nervous wreck as the minutes counted down until the final. At 
last the timer had counted down to twenty minutes, so we took the court 
to a huge round of applause from our fans. I spotted Jason and the 
family right away, of course. It was hard to miss Jason's white body in 
a sea of green and gold!

I waved, and quickly joined the lineup along with the rest of my 
teammates, waiting for a turn to practice spiking and digging and 
serving one last time.

"You ready for this?" Stacy asked. Stacy Nichols is the team captain, 
and she was making the rounds, patting us on the shoulder, slapping us 
on the butts, generally trying to pump us up.

"Got that right," I grunted as the ball was set for me. I took a three 
step approach, leaped and slammed the ball cross-court. Right off the 
line.

"Lookin' good," she said before turning to Heather, who was next in 
line behind me. "You ready for this?" she asked.

I grinned, running to the other side of the net to dig a few shots. 
Stacy's "you ready for this?" was an every-game occurrence. So far, we 
had been ready every game, but we all knew this would easily be our 
toughest match of the year.

By this time the West High team had joined us, and was in the middle of 
their warmups on the other side of the net. Like I'd seen this 
afternoon, the Cadettes were a tall team, taller than we were, and as I 
watched them spike it seemed like everything was coming straight down 
at me. If our front line wasn't on the top of our game, it could be a 
frustratingly long night.

I was watching as volleyball after volleyball came whizzing over the 
net when I saw the West High coach huddled up with a couple of students 
on the sidelines. I looked closer, and to my surprise and confusion saw 
he was deep in discussion with Justin Miller and Brenda Reed. I had a 
bad feeling about this, to say the least. It seemed like Justin and 
Brenda had been conspiring to make my life horrible this week, although 
I couldn't imagine what the three had to talk about.

It didn't take too long to find out however, as one of the referees 
came to our side of the court.

"Is everyone in uniform?" she asked, looking directly at me.

"Yes," Coach White answered. "Why?"

"I had to check to make sure," she answered, and walked away.

"What was that about?" I asked, but Coach just shrugged his shoulders.

"Got me," he answered.

Pretty soon it was game time, and the teams lined up opposite each 
other for the national anthem. My heart was pounding, and I took a few 
deep breaths to try and get myself under control.

The starting lineups were announced, and the six of us took our places 
on the court. We had won the coin toss, and were serving first. Before 
the match started however, the same referee blew her whistle and 
motioned a side-out and one point for West High.

"What?" Coach was up off the bench immediately, demanding to know what 
was going on.

"Dress code violation," the referee answered.

"What do you mean? We're all in uniform."

"Where's number fourteen?" he asked, and I groaned. I'm number 
fourteen, but of course I wasn't wearing it, since I wasn't wearing a 
uniform. Was this what Brenda and Justin had been doing? Trying to get 
us to lose? I was fuming, but raised my hand.

"I'm number fourteen," I said as the ref nodded.

"Point for West High," she said again. "Not all members in uniform."

"That's ridiculous!" Coach screamed, but it was to no avail. Before the 
match had even begun, we were behind 1-0 and they were serving.

We were all a little shook up at the turn of events, and before we had 
really composed ourselves, the scoreboard showed us down 6-2. Coach 
called a timeout and we all huddled together.

"Girls," he said. "You have got to concentrate out there! This is going 
to be tough enough without all this extra crap, so you have to be razor 
sharp. Pay attention, talk to one another, communicate!"

"Can Jennifer wear a uniform at all?" Stacy asked, looking at me. I 
shook my head as Coach answered.

"No," he sighed. "This is still under the rules of The Program, and she 
gets suspended if she does."

"After the game?" I asked, wondering how long the suspension would 
last. If it wouldn't be too long, it would be worth it to cover up.

"Immediately," he said.

Crap.

The whistle blew and we went back out on the court, still a bit 
frazzled, but much more determined. We quickly won the serve back, 
which put Andrea Mitchell to the service line. She has a wicked jump 
serve, tons of topspin, and she quickly served four aces in a row, and 
we were back in the game.

Once we were on a roll, everything seemed to come together for us. 
Stacy and I were murdering their hitters, blocking everything we could 
reach, and our back line players were getting to everything we couldn't 
block. There were a few tense moments, but we eventually won the first 
game 15-9.

As the last spike hit the court, we jumped up and celebrated, but 
quickly left the floor, running back to the locker room to go over 
strategies for the rest of the match.


CHAPTER FIVE - JASON

I was pissed, I was furious, I was... mad. I didn't know what Justin 
and Brenda were up to, but when we lost the first point before the 
match even started, I wanted to go down and strangle somebody, or maybe 
two somebodies.

"Can they do that?" I asked, amazed at what was happening.

"I guess," my dad said.

"How? She's naked because of The Program! Isn't that a state law or 
something? How can she... how can the team lose a point for that?"

"I don't know," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Obviously there 
are a lot of rules and regulations still in place that conflict with 
the basic premise of The Program. It will probably take a while to get 
all the kinks ironed out."

"We won the first game though, honey," said my mom, still unable to 
look at me directly. She was trying though, and I was proud of her... 
it was far better than the screaming I'd been used to from earlier in 
the week.

"Yeah, we won, but what happens now? Do we lose another point at the 
start of this game too?"

As it turned out, we lost two points.

"Repeat uniform code violation," the referee intoned, as the scoreboard 
flickered to show Kennedy behind 2-0 to start the second game. It was 
obvious that a lot of energy drained from the team as they realized 
that once again they were in a little bit of a hole right away.

To their credit, none of the players or coaches complained, although I 
saw some of the benchwarmers shooting daggers back at Justin and 
Brenda, who were sitting smugly a few rows up. None of the Kennedy fans 
were talking to them, but they were happy in their own world, it 
appeared, pleased to be able to get back at Jennifer.

The second game was much like the first, with West High taking a big 
lead, and Kennedy coming back to win a close one in the end, fifteen to 
thirteen.

Jennifer was playing out of her mind, blocking and spiking anything 
close to her side of the net. Between games I went down and chatted 
with Kylie Armstrong, the team's stat keeper.

"How's Jennifer doing?" I asked.

"Amazing," she answered. "She had ten kills in the first game and 
eleven in the second.

"Wow," I said. "That's out of control."

"It gets better," Kylie said, looking at the stat sheet. "Her hitting 
percentage is almost fifty percent."

"Fifteen? That's not that great." Hitting percentage is a stat used to 
grade hitters. Take the number of times their spike ended the point, 
subtract any hitting errors like out of bounds or into the net, and 
divide by the total number of hitting attempts to get the percentage. 
Top college players hit between thirty and forty percent, so fifteen 
wasn't that great.

"No. Fifty. Five-zero."

"What?"

"Yeah, she had twenty kills, three errors on only forty attempts."

"Wow," I said, very impressed. "That's great. That's... that's..."

"Great," she finished. Kylie chewed on her pencil for a moment. "You 
think they can keep this up?" she asked. "If this match goes the 
distance, we're going to be behind five to nothing at the start of the 
last game. That's a heck of a deficit to come back from."

"I know," I said. "I've thought of that too. But what can we do?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Hopefully something comes up."

"I guess," I answered as I walked back to my seat.

Truth be told however, I wasn't holding out much hope. What could we do?


CHAPTER SIX - JENNIFER

We got really lucky in those first two games, I thought. After the 
second game, back in the locker room, I had a thought. It didn't make 
me happy, but maybe it would be best for the team.

"Coach," I said, raising my voice over the chatter of my teammates. 
"Would it be better if I didn't go back out there for this game?"

"Why would you ask that?" he asked, shaking his head.

"Well, we'll be down by three points just for me showing up like this," 
I said, gesturing at my nakedness. Coach blushed, which I thought was 
kind of cute, as I pointed out the obvious, but I continued. "If I'm 
not out there we'll get to serve first, since they won't take that 
away. We only need to win one more game to win it all, and maybe it 
would be easier if I don't play."

"Not a chance," he said flatly. "No way. Who would you put in for 
yourself? Janelle? Theresa? They're good, no offense girls, but you're 
playing out of your mind tonight. Forget about it. Ladies," he yelled, 
calling for our attention. "Jennifer offered to sit out this game so we 
wouldn't be behind. I told her she should put the thought out of her 
mind. What do you have to say?"

There was a chorus of support from my teammates, and a few angry shouts 
about the stupid rule and how big of jerks Justin and Brenda were, but 
I felt better. They wanted me out there with them, despite my presence 
costing the team points, so I had no choice but do agree.

"Okay," I said. "Let's go get 'em, right?"

"Right!"

I felt energized as we ran back onto the court, but things quickly fell apart.

We knew we would be down three points, which we were, but then their 
same server got on the biggest roll I've ever seen, and even after 
using up both of our two timeouts, we were down twelve to nothing.

Coach bowed to the inevitable, and we went out with a whimper that 
game, falling fifteen to three.

"What now, Coach?" I asked as we jogged back down the tunnel between 
games. "Do you still want me out there?"

I don't know why I was so adamant about being pulled from the game, but 
it was the only thing I could think of to help. Thankfully, Coach was 
more on my side than I was, and again shook his head.

"Forget it Jennifer," he said. "Nothing would have helped that game. It 
wasn't your fault, it wasn't the ref's fault... we just couldn't return 
serve."

I shrugged, knowing he was right, and continued into the dressing room.

Unfortunately the fourth game was much like the third game.

We started out behind right from the start, and found ourselves in 
another big hole. I was still hitting well, the whole team was, but we 
were just too far behind.

We went on our own little streak in the middle of the game, and I 
thought for a moment that the West High players had a little bit of 
fear in their faces, but we couldn't get any closer than four points. 
Their coach called for a timeout. We could hear the screaming all the 
way from our huddle, and when the match started again, they were on 
fire.

As I was walking off the court, thoughts of losing were already running 
through my head.

One of the West High players bumped into me in the tunnel, laughing as 
she ran past me.

"You guys are done, you know that right?" she asked. "I have a feeling 
the score of this game is going to be fifteen to zip," she laughed. 
"Sorry about that," she gloated.

The score of the match was two wins for each team, so whichever team 
won the next game was state champ. Looking around the dressing room, 
while we waited for Coach to come in, it didn't look like any of us 
were really all that thrilled to go back out there.

"It's been a good run," Stacy said, unable to put forth a happy face. 
Clearly she had already given up, and judging my the number of nodding 
heads, many of my teammates agreed. I tried not to be, but I was one of 
them.

Suddenly we could hear footsteps and Coach ran into the dressing room, 
out of breath and... smiling?

"Girls," he said, rubbing his hands together and smiling. "I have a plan."


CHAPTER SEVEN - JASON

"Can I sit here?" I heard someone ask, and turned around to see who it 
was. We were in the middle of the fourth game, and Kennedy was getting 
trounced.

"Hey Susan," I said, scooting over to make room beside me. "Have a seat."

"Thanks," she said. "My mom is moping around, all woe-is-me and 
everything, and I couldn't handle it anymore."

"Sorry to say things aren't much better here," I said, pointing to 
where my dad and mom were sitting, looking altogether displeased with 
how the match was progressing.

"What's going on anyway?" Susan asked. "My mom and I were sitting way 
up the bleachers, and couldn't hear what was being said. Why are you 
guys losing points at the start of each game?"

"Stupid uniform rule," I said. I went on to explain how each member of 
the team was supposed to be wearing the same uniform.

"But Jennifer's in The Program! How can they be penalized for that?" 
she asked, as stunned as all of us had been.

"I don't know," I said. "My dad says it's a leftover rule. It will 
probably be changed for next season, once people figure out what 
happened, but it's killing us tonight."

"That's so unfair," she said.

"Yeah."

We sat there, watching as West High extended their lead. I was watching 
the huddle as we called our last timeout, and could see how defeated 
the Kennedy players already looked. The only person who looked halfway 
competitive was Jennifer, and she was a mess, hair flying out of her 
ponytail, sweat covering her body. I saw Susan looking at her with a 
curious expression on her face, and nudged her.

"What's up?" I asked, hoping she was okay. Susan looked away from the 
huddle quickly, blushing as if being caught.

"Nothing," she answered quickly.

"Come on, tell me. Something's going on," I said.

"Don't tell her I said this," Susan suddenly whispered in my ear. "But 
I think your sister is pretty hot."

"What? You do, huh?" I said.

"Oh yeah, I've been thinking about her ever since you guys beat us on 
Wednesday," she said.

"Huh," I muttered. Susan must have taken it as a sign of displeasure, 
for she quickly turned to me, an anxious expression on her face.

"Oh, I think you're pretty cute too," she said, blushing more deeply as 
her eyes darted to my crotch. "I think you're cute in a Big Way, if you 
know what I mean."

I started fidgeting as I saw where she was looking. I had been happily 
able to keep my penis under control for the entire match, despite 
Jennifer running and jumping all over. I'd been too into the match to 
be distracted by that, but now, sitting next to a cute girl who was 
obviously eyeing my cock, I felt myself start to swell.

"Stop it," I said.

"Why?" she asked, leaning closer to me. "I'm just teasing you. I know 
nothing could ever happen between us. I see the way Jennifer looks into 
the stands to catch your eye. She's in love and so are you. I wouldn't 
ever try to come between you two," she said, and I laughed. "What?" she 
asked.

"Oh, just the thought of that's pretty exciting," I said.

"I can see that someone is excited," she laughed, and I grabbed the 
empty soda tray to cover myself, praying that my mom didn't see me like 
this. Thankfully she seemed to be busy talking to Samantha and didn't 
seem to notice.

"Cut it out," I pleaded.

"Fine. Be that way," Susan huffed, but she was smiling and I knew we 
were okay. "But what's so funny?" she asked.

"Jennifer is kind of into girls," I said, hoping Jennifer wouldn't be 
too upset with me for telling Susan. "I think the thought of you 
between the two of us is... fairly exciting," I said.

"Oh my," Susan said, blushing at the thought. I could see where her 
nipples were poking through the thin blouse she was wearing and pointed 
it out.

"Now who's excited?" I asked, grinning as she rushed to cover herself 
with her jacket.

"Never you mind," she said. "Try and behave, okay?"

"I will if you will," I said, and she agreed.

"Jeez, I don't know how you guys stand it," she said finally. "Being 
naked all the time like that, has to be difficult."

"Yeah, but you get used to it after a while," I said, and it was true. 
Except for those awkward moments when my prick decided to rear its ugly 
head or when someone felt the need to point it out, I wasn't aware of 
being naked much anymore.

"Really?" she asked, seemingly unable to believe me.

"Yeah," I said, nodding vigorously. "I mean, it would be easier if 
everyone were naked, but..."

"What?"

"I said, it would be easier if everyone were naked."

"Oh my God, that's it!" she screamed, jumping out of her seat. Just 
then our crowd groaned and I looked to the court in time to see us lose 
the last point of the game. The match was tied at two, and I didn't 
have a good feeling about the last game.

I looked for Susan, and to my shock found her talking to Coach White as 
the girls ran off the court into the locker room. I was sitting a 
little too far away to hear what was being said, but Susan was 
gesturing animatedly, and Coach was nodding and to my surprise suddenly 
started smiling.

Coach slapped Susan on the back, and even from where I was sitting I 
could tell he was thanking her. He jogged off the court, running to 
catch up with the team.

"What was that all about?" I asked, as Susan sat back down beside me.

"I had an idea," she said.

"About what?" I asked.

"How we can win the match."

"What? How?"

"You'll have to wait and see," she said mischievously. "Trust me, all 
will be revealed."


CHAPTER EIGHT - JENNIFER

"You're joking, right?" Stacy asked, a scared expression on her face.

"Nope," the coach grinned. "But it's your choice, I would never force 
any of you to do this. Not unless it was your week in The Program, of 
course. But we either all do it or none of us do."

"Let's do it!" shouted Heather, beginning to jump up and down and laugh 
hysterically. "Can you imagine their faces when they see us come out 
onto the court? They'll freak!"

"Plus they won't have a huge lead on us," I said. "Did you hear what 
that girl said to me on the way in here? "Fifteen to nothing," she 
said. I want to cram that down her throat."

"But... really? All of us?" Stacy jumped back in. I walked over to her, 
sitting beside her on a bench. She had paled and her hands were shaking 
a bit as I put my arm around her.

"Stacy, you don't have to do this, but why are you so scared of it?"

"I... I don't know. My parents are in the crowd. What will they think?"

"I don't know," I admitting. "But maybe they'll think you were doing 
everything you had to do in order to win the match."

"Or maybe they'll be pissed," she moaned. I gave her a big hug, but 
could still feel her trembling.

"Maybe. But this isn't their decision to make Stacy, you get to decide."

"I... I don't know," she said, looking around the locker room at her 
coaches and teammates. "What do you think?"

"It's not my decision," I said, trying to be as firm as I could. I knew 
what I wanted her to do, of course, but I also knew how being forced 
into something could make a person nervous.

"But what do you think?" she stressed. "If it was your choice, what 
would you do?"

"I'd do it," I said. "I think it's about our best chance to win. 
Besides," I said, trying to get a smile out of her. "It's not like 
you'll be alone out there. People have been so busy ogling me all 
match, they probably won't even notice you."

"You think?" she asked hopefully. I nodded.

"I do think so."

"Okay," she sighed, closing her eyes. "Let's do it."

"Yes!" shouted Heather, and the rest of the team quickly put the plan 
into action.

Was everybody in for a surprise when we came out of the locker room!


CHAPTER NINE - JASON

"Come on, tell me what's going on," I said, but Susan just sat back in 
her chair smiling at me.

"Soon enough," was all she said.

I sat in my chair, grumbling as we watched the West High team come back 
onto the floor. Their crowd gave a big cheer as the team circled the 
court. They looked loose and relaxed, as if they knew they were going 
to win the match. Going into the final game automatically ahead tends 
to build up a person's confidence.

"Look at them," I said, disgusted as I watched them warm up. "They look 
like they don't have a care in the world."

Susan just shrugged. "Just wait," she said. I started shaking my head 
when suddenly a hush came over the crowd. I turned to look at what was 
happening, and there they were.

The Kennedy team had just run onto the court and they were all naked, 
not just Jennifer!

"This is your plan?" I asked, turning back to Susan.

"Yep," she answered.

"How? What? Why? I don't get it."

"Simple, really. They're all wearing the same uniform now, aren't they?"

I sat back in my chair. It was logical, they were all dressed in the 
same uniform, which is to say nothing, but no one was wearing anything 
different from the others. I noticed that someone had taken a felt 
marker and had written their normal numbers on each girl's back, so 
even that wasn't a valid complaint for the other team.

"Oh my word," I heard my mom say. Her face had turned white as she saw 
the team spring onto the floor. Dad gave her a hug, but she had a 
difficult time watching what was happening on the court.

Suddenly the silence was broken as different people started cheering 
and protesting, and a melee nearly broke out on the court as the 
opposing coach saw what was happening.

"They can't do that!" he screamed. "They're not wearing any uniforms, 
how can that be legal?"

"It's legal," Coach White said. "You just don't like it."

"They can't be naked!" the other coach screamed, jumping up and down. 
"They're naked!"

"Coach?" said the referee, pointing to Coach White. "Can I talk to you 
for a second?" The two of them walked off the court, close enough so 
that I could hear what they said.

"What's up?" Coach asked, and the ref gave him a look.

"What do you mean? It's obvious isn't it? Your team is completely 
naked. That's a hell of a uniform violation."

"It's not," Coach insisted. "The rule states that every player must be 
wearing the same uniform. We are. Shoes."

"But they're naked," the ref repeated.

"But that's legal now. State law. Because of The Program. None of my 
players are older than eighteen, so they're all perfectly legal."

"Yes, but..."

"Besides, you know this whole uniform violation thing was a pile of 
crap. Don't make this any harder on yourself than you have to, okay?"

"But..."

"It's your job, but you know I'm right."

"I suppose," the ref said, beginning to sulk. Coach started walking 
away, but turned back suddenly.

"And I better not catch you ogling my girls," he said as he jogged back 
to the huddle. The ref stood there for a moment, red-faced at being 
chewed out like that, but he returned to the court.

Despite the protests of the coach and most of West High's crowd, the 
referee started the match with the score tied at zero.

To be honest, it wasn't that close. Andrea Mitchell led of the last 
game serving, and served four aces in a row before hitting one out of 
bounds. On the very first serve, the West High player hit her serve too 
low, and Jennifer blocked it back, surprising the other team, who 
scrambled but were unable to get the ball back over the net.

The rest of the game was like that. We ran off a few points, but 
stopped West High on their serve. By the time we were ahead fourteen to 
nothing, the game and match had long since been over. West High was 
standing around, stunned by the turn of events, and when Jennifer 
leaped up and hit a kill shot down the line, none made so much as a 
move for it, and we were state champions!

Of course we all rushed the court, and spent a few minutes jumping up 
and down. The first person I sought out was Jennifer, who threw her 
arms and legs around me, nearly knocking me to the floor as she jumped 
into my arms.

"We won!" she shouted, and I could feel wetness on my shoulder as she 
cried tears of joy. "I can't believe we won!" she said.

"You guys were stunning," I said, putting her down. "You had a great 
game, and the whole team played awesome."

"You're just glad you got to see us all naked," she joked. "But you'll 
have to thank Coach for that."

"Actually, you have to thank Susan for that," I said. "It was her idea."

"Susan? Susan Hazleton?"

"Yep," I said. "She's staying with her mom and decided to come to the 
game, and it was her idea. So thank her."

"I will," she promised.

About this time the arena announcer started trying to get everyone off 
the court. The trophy presentation was short but sweet. Andrea Mitchell 
and Stacy Nichols were both named to the all-tournament team, and to no 
one's surprise, Jennifer was named the captain.

This brought on another bout of jumping and hugging, and I even saw one 
of the players from West High congratulate Jennifer. All in all, it had 
been a pretty good day.


CHAPTER TEN - JENNIFER

"Nice match," I heard behind me. "Congratulations of the all-tournament 
team." I turned around to see the same West High player who had taunted 
me in the tunnel after the fourth game.

"Thanks," I said, trying to be gracious. "You guys are a tough team."

"I wish we'd been able to play you straight up," she said sadly. "All 
this uniform stuff was distracting."

"It was," I agreed. "Especially game five."

"Damn right," she muttered. "But I was right, you know."

"About what?"

"Game five. I said it would be fifteen to zip." She extended her hand 
and we shook. "Congratulations," she said. "Sorry I was such a bitch."

"Nah," I said, waving a hand in the air. "Don't worry about it."

She looked back over her shoulder once as she was leaving and shook her 
head. I had a hard time believing it myself. State Champions!

"Don't party too hard!" she said as she walked off.

Oh, I was going to party, that was for sure.

Suddenly I was tackled, and turned to see my mom and dad, along with 
Samantha and Jason. They all said their congratulations when I saw 
Susan off to the edge of the crowd. I broke away and walked up to where 
she was standing.

"Congratulations," she said as I neared.

"I hear I have you to thank for the quick thinking," I said.

"Nah... well... Jason said something and it just clicked."

"Still, we wouldn't have won if it wasn't for you, so thanks," I said.

"You're welcome," she said. "I've gotta go. My mom's probably wondering 
where I am. Bye!" she called and ran off.

After that the evening was a blur of photographs, interviews and 
congratulations until at last we were able to get out of the arena. 
Jason and I had talked to our parents, and had gotten their approval 
for him to spend the night at the hotel.

"As long as he stays with the coach, young lady," Mom said. We talked 
to the coach, who seemed surprised at the suggestion, but happily 
agreed. After a few minutes of conversation, and more congratulations, 
it was time for Mom and Dad and Samantha to head out and we waved them 
off.

"What now?" Jason asked. We were alone in the hotel lobby, two naked 
kids in a sea of fully clothed adults who had no idea what we were 
doing, and he suddenly appeared nervous.

"We go up to my room," I said, giving him a grin. I leaned in and 
whispered in his ear. "And I screw your brains out."

Jason grabbed my hand and pulled me to the elevator. He pulled me in 
front of him and I leaned against him, feeling his cock stiffen against 
my ass as we waited for the elevator. Just as the elevator doors 
arrived Jason reached around to cup my breasts, shocking the elderly 
couple who were waiting to get off the elevator. The woman looked 
mortified, but I saw her husband give Jason a wink as we got on.

I punched the button for my floor and attacked Jason as the doors closed.

"Oh God, I'm so horny," I moaned. "All I could think about during the 
match was being naked in front of all those people. It was all I could 
do to keep my mind on the game, and now here you are, naked and with a 
big hard-on and I can't keep my hands off you." I leaned against him, 
my breasts flattening against his chest, and our lips met hungrily in a 
fierce kiss. Jason groaned as I grabbed down and stroked his dick, 
although we managed to be presentable by the time the elevator reached 
my floor.

Thankfully the hallways were empty, and we ran for the room. I knocked 
on the door, knowing Heather was waiting for us. She had agree to stay 
in the room until Jason and I arrived, then she would spend the rest of 
the night with Andrea and Stacy in their room. We didn't know what to 
do about Coach, but the hope was that he would get so drunk he would 
pass out. Jason would have to get up early, but would pretend to have 
slept outside Coach's room, and hopefully no one would be the wiser. It 
wasn't the best plan, but it was all we had.

"Hello?" Heather said as she opened the door for us. Her eyes widened 
as she saw me still holding Jason's cock. "Nice," she murmured as she 
opened the door wider to let us in. She slipped out of the room, and 
the two of us were finally alone.

"Kiss me," I said, and Jason eagerly leaned in. Our mouths opened and 
our tongues met as we kissed. My nipples were already hard with 
excitement as Jason reached out a hand to cup my left breast. I pressed 
myself against him, feeling his cock as it pushed against my tummy, and 
I felt a flutter of excitement in my pussy.

Jason reached down to cup my mound, sliding a finger along the already 
wet crevice between my labia. I moaned into his mouth as he gently 
rolled and pinched my clit, gasping as he suddenly slipped a finger 
into my wet tunnel. I was desperate to get off, and stood there, a 
willing recipient, as he pumped in and out through my wetness. I was a 
little embarrassed at how wet I was, the squishy noises his finger made 
in my pussy seemed to echo throughout the room, but I was past caring.

"You're so hot," he groaned, as I thrust my hips against his hand. I 
whimpered as he took his hand away, but he brought his fingers to his 
lips and I trembled as I watched him lick up my juices. Quickly he 
replaced his hand, this time attacking me with two fingers. I felt 
myself getting weak as the sensations washed over me, and pulled him 
down to the bed.

We landed beside each other, and I quickly spread my legs as he stroked 
me. His lips attached themselves to a turgid nipple, and I hummed 
happily, holding his head in my hands, as Jason sucked and nibbled at 
my spongy flesh.

My hips were acting on their own, pushing up off the bed to meet his 
fingers. I felt a tingling sensation start in my chest, a feeling which 
quickly spread to my legs and finally I felt my pussy start to contract 
around his hand.

"Faster," I whimpered as my orgasm neared. "More more more," I panted, 
thrusting roughly against his hand. Suddenly I was there, and my climax 
crashed over me, one spasm after another hitting me as waves of 
pleasure rolled over me.

I closed my eyes, pushing Jason away from me as the feelings became 
almost overpowering. Jason kissed me gently, wiping a stray hair from 
my sweaty forehead.

"That was beautiful," he said softly, continuing to kiss my face while 
gently caressing my arms and stomach. I moaned at his light touch, 
enjoying the soothing sensation.

Finally I had recovered enough and opened my eyes, smiling as I saw him 
staring intently at me.

"Hey," I said, too tired to move for the moment.

"Hey yourself, beautiful." The two of us lay on the bed, content to 
simply be near each other. Jason's hands grew more insistent on my 
body, occasionally straying to my hips or breasts, and I felt myself 
becoming more aroused.

"Enough," I said, surprising Jason as I forced his hand away.

"What?" he asked, concerned at my reaction.

"Nothing," I said, leaning back on the pillows. I spread my legs, 
teasing my damp pussy, lightly trailing my fingers through my matted 
pubic hair. "I just think it's about time you got up here and fucked 
me. Don't you think?" I grinned as Jason sat stunned for a moment, 
before quickly grabbing his prick and dropping down between my legs.

I reached down and grabbed his shaft, pumping it with my fist until it 
was fully erect. Jason hunched his hips, and I felt the spongy tip of 
his cock wedge between the lips of my pussy, which were spread open in 
arousal.

"Ready?" he asked, looking into my eyes.

"Do it!" I panted, cocking my hips. Jason slid forward, spreading my 
folds, and I moaned as his prick penetrated me fully.

"Fuck," he moaned as our pubic hair met. "You're so tight. I don't 
think I'll ever get used to that," he said.

I reached up, trapping his neck in my arms as Jason began rapidly 
pumping into me. My moans turned to little gasps as I felt myself 
bouncing off the bed. Each thrust forced me into the mattress and I 
bounced up as Jason withdrew, as if trying to keep him inside me.

We quickly found a rhythm as I wrapped my legs around Jason's hips, and 
I felt as if we were fused together as we rolled around the sheets. 
Jason is quite thick and I felt myself spread like never before as his 
shaft opened up my pussy.

"Getting close," he panted, and I felt his cock flex inside of me. I 
reached down to caress his balls and Jason bellowed as his orgasm 
approached.

"Do it," I hissed, running my hand up and down his smooth chest, slick 
with our combined sweat.

Jason again sped up, and I felt as thought I was being hammered into 
the bed until finally Jason stiffened above me. His face was frozen, 
his expression one of pain and pleasure as I felt his cock began to 
spurt deep within me.

"God... so good," Jason moaned as after several seconds he collapsed 
against me. He quickly rolled to his side and we lay facing each other, 
still a tangle of arms and legs, his cock deep within me. We lay there 
together, exhausted from our passion. I felt his cock begin to soften 
and I stayed motionless, wanting to feel it in me for as long as 
possible.

Finally though, his prick softened too much and it slipped out of my 
pussy with a small plop. I felt our fluids begin to drain out of me 
onto the bed and got up, running to the bathroom, my hand over my hole, 
trying to keep the rush of fluids from spilling everywhere.

After I had cleaned up I returned to bed and we held each other close. 
I leaned my head against his chest, lulled almost to sleep by the 
beating of his heart. Jason was the first to break the silence, as he 
pulled the hair away from my ear.

"I love you Jen," he said softly.

"I love you too."


CHAPTER ELEVEN - JASON

Eventually we realized we had to get up and shower. I was a little 
nervous about sneaking around like we were, and wanted to see how far 
along Coach was in his drinking.

Jennifer slipped into the shower with me, and I couldn't resist, 
reaching down to slip my fingers through the curls of her pubic hair. 
Jennifer shuddered at the contact, but smiled, spreading her thighs 
wide to give me easy access.

"I'm going to shave, you know," she said.

"Shave?"

"I see how you looked at Heather and her shaved pussy. Do you think I'd 
look good like that? I think I'd look younger," she said, watching for 
my reaction.

"I think you'd look good... damn good," I said. "And I bet it would 
feel good too, all that slippery skin under my tongue."

"Oh God," she moaned, "It does feel good."

"What?" I asked, unsure if I'd heard her correctly.

"It does feel good to lick a shaved pussy like that."

"How do you know?" I asked, suddenly afraid. I tried thinking back to 
the past week, but the girl Jennifer had been with in class hadn't been 
shaved, and Jennifer didn't really do anything to her. Whose pussy had 
Jennifer been eating, I wondered.

"Heather," she panted. "We made love last night, and it was so good. I 
think we should invite her over sometime and fuck her." Jennifer 
reached for my cock, but I suddenly felt sick and pulled away.

"You what?" I asked.

"It was so good," she said, again reaching for me, but I backed out of 
the shower and grabbed a towel. "Where are you going?" she called after 
me.

"I'm done," I answered, wanting to get out of the hotel room as quickly 
as I could.

"Why?" she asked. "I saw you watching me in biology with Theresa 
yesterday. You were hard as a rock! What's the problem?"

I sputtered, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"Well?" she asked.

"I feel sick," I said. "I can't believe you cheated on me like that!"

"Cheated on you? I didn't cheat on you, it was Heather!"

"It was still sex, you just said the two of you made love."

"That doesn't count, it was a girl. I love you, I thought you'd like to 
join in with us."

"Then why not ask me?" I pleaded, feeling my heart ready to break.

"I am. Right now."

"Before you go and fuck her! Christ!" I shouted. Couldn't she see this 
was killing me.

"You're not one to talk," she screamed back, throwing her towel at me. 
"I saw you and Lori Campbell!"

"What?"

"On Tuesday in choir room. The two of you were sprawled out on the 
floor eating each other like there was no tomorrow," she screamed, and 
I felt a twinge of guilt, but only for a moment.

"That was Tuesday," I said as calmly as I could. "We hadn't really done 
anything yet, and besides, that was school. What about you giving 
handjobs to freshmen?" I asked, remembering her telling me about some 
trombone player. "How's that for staying true?"

"That was a reasonable request," she said, but I don't know if she 
believed it herself.

I shook my head in disgust, wishing I had a change of clothes with me. 
Jennifer was crying on the bed when I left, slamming the door behind 
me. I wandered around the hotel for a while, trying to think of 
someplace I could go to spend the night. It was long after midnight and 
I didn't want to wake Coach. It was too late to call home, and without 
any clothes I didn't want to leave the hotel.

Finally I fell asleep in a corner of the lobby, hoping no one would see me.

End Saturday

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