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Pamela, eagerly NIS

Chapter 6.  Tuesday Morning


The alarm interrupted the most wonderful dream reliving Dan having that 
incredible, intense sex with me.  I zipped through my morning stuff and 
stayed in the shower only long enough to wash off the juices that dream 
had started.  I gave each boob a stroke, too.  They were sore again and 
felt thicker - even more than when they were swollen the night before.  

I nearly floated down the stairs to get a quick early breakfast.  I was 
ready for that - plenty hungry.  I could just taste the milk and cereal.  
So why was it I could smell waffles and sausage?  That had something to 
do with Mom, up early and cooking those things for me.  There she was at 
the stove naked as usual, but a few hours early for her.  I gave her a 
big smile, hug and good morning kiss.

"Sit and tell me everythin'," she commanded.  "I'll drive you to the 
pool.  No excuse to leave out anythin' or hurry through it too fast.

"First, is his dick a foot long?"

"No, but it's this big around.  No exaggeration," I said with my hand 
showing the size of Dan's cock.

"Wow!  You got that in you?  How?" she marveled.

"It took a while.  If you're looking for your lube jelly, I think it's 
still in my room," I said with a sheepish grin.

I told her everything.  As I went through it, I could see a lot of 
building pride and occasional wonder.  She asked for details or 
explanations a couple of times, but got it all.  There was one 
exclamation about Dan: "Twice!?"

She latched right on to the modeling I had to do this morning.  She 
dashed away and came back with my waist pack and it was bulging.  I know 
it's strange, but she's free to go through my things just like I'm free 
to snatch up her lube jelly.

"I'll pick you up after swimmin', bring you back here and do your hair 
and makeup.  Wash and condition your hair at the pool.  I'll have a towel 
for you to dry it on the way back here and we'll get you to school in 
plenty of time," she said.

In the car, she gave me a little feedback about what was important to 
her, "You liked your first times.  I'm so thrilled for you, Pam."

"You're thrilled?  I'm the one who had Dan in me," I bragged.

"Sounds like you loved every minute of it," she went on.  "It's important 
to like it and have fun your first time.  It's way overboard to do it so 
many times and in extreme ways on your first day.  I'm not really 
surprised at you, though.  You're one extreme girl.

"There's one other thing you told about that has me proud.  Parents worry 
about our little ones bein' liked or at least respected.  We're afraid 
you'll be the ones thrown in your locker.  Here you are doin' the 
throwin'."

We exchanged little kisses before I got out at the pool.  Mom knows how I 
love and appreciate her, but it doesn't hurt to show it.  The nakedness 
is really convenient for me at the pool.  I just flip off my shoes, drop 
my pack on top of them, stretch a little and dive in for warm ups.

Most boys on the team get there early.  They don't want to miss my wide-
spread stretches.  Those two eleven-year-olds came in the middle.  They 
got a real eyeful and a smile when I noticed them.  They thanked me again 
for the rescue and for showing myself.  I said I was glad they could come 
back to the team.

Coach Lenke had the electronic timers and yesterday's results ready.  The 
mock meet would continue with sprint finals mixed with 400 meter events.  
I went through a 100 and a 200 with one stroke, had a chance to rest 
while the distance swimmers went for it then did my sprints in the next 
stroke.  It was harder than the day before, but the results came out the 
same.  I did my absolute best and consistently beat the two guys who 
carried the team last year.  My times also stayed up there at state 
competition level.

"Okay, team.  We got as many high level competitors as we need for this, 
so it's a go.  Y'all meet Mr. Silanski from the Sportech Company.  The 
deal is that if we have between four and eight competitors to put into 
state-wide competition, we get to test his company's latest product.  We 
have six.  We can compete in almost everything.  We have a woman for 
sprint and one for distance.  We have three men for sprints and one for 
distance.  Our relay team will be co-ed and have to swim against men.  We 
can do it.  Stan, tell the whole team what's going on, then we'll work 
with them."

The young, studious-looking guy beside the coach started, "We have a new 
fabric that we think will make great competition swimming suits.  You've 
seen the world-class competitors in suits with rubber patches?  The 
textured ridges in those patches help cut water resistance.  This fabric 
can take on the same sort of texture all over and still be soft stretchy 
cloth.  It works by a chemical treatment and pressure rather than heat.  
The threads are compressed or not and don't fuse together.  We have 
enough of this fabric ready to make eight suits for trials.  We need a 
competitive team to try them out.  We'll ask you to practice in them 
every day as well as wear them in meets.  We'll see how well they stand 
up if you give them a lot of use.  The only care we think they need is to 
rinse them off - maybe shower in them after your practice."

Oh, great.  Here I am running around naked every day and now I'll be 
dressing to swim and shower?  Doesn't this seem a little backward?

Mr. Silanski continued, "We can't give you the suits outright.  It would 
mess up your eligibility as amateurs.  If you don't want to buy one, 
we'll lend you a short tank suit for the trial, then you have to give it 
back.  If you do want to buy, the short suits is $700 and the full length 
body suit is $1200.  That's what regular price will be when they're in 
production.  These few hand-made suits cost much more.  If you know of 
our company, you know that we make the best not the cheapest."

He showed pictures to the six of us.  The short suit is a tank with 
shoulder straps and cut brief at the bottom.  The full length covers all 
the legs, goes up to the neck and is sleeveless.  Mr Silanski explained 
that the suits stretch, but can't go too far or the texture would stretch 
out.  Each suit is made precisely to the individual swimmer.  It's easy 
to measure and make the tank suit because length isn't critical.  The 
full body suit has four more measurements that have to be right.  Neither 
suit has room grow in.  For instance, the stretch in a woman's chest is 
about one cup before the texture stretches flat."

Oh, great.  My choice is flat boobs or a flat competition suit.  I broke 
out laughing at that thought and everyone looked at me.

"I like the idea of being the lab rat for your suits, but am I good 
enough to make use of one?  How much better is the full body suit?  What 
if we want to try them before sinking so much of a summer's pay into 
one?" I asked.

Mr. Silanski answered that the full body suit should take about half a 
second off a 100 meter sprint compared to the short suit.  He also said 
that anyone who got a loaned short suit could buy it later.  He'll have 
to work on trying the full body suit before buying.  His bosses didn't 
gave him enough budget for that.  He said he'd know more tomorrow when he 
came back to do the measurements.  He is cute in a nerdly sort of way.  I 
won't mind him measuring me.

Practice was over a little early, so I easily had time to do my hair in 
the shower.  Mom had a towel in the car, so I had it style-ready when we 
got home.  Of course, I was all talk about the elite team and testing the 
new suits.  I said that I'd spend a big chunk of my summer's pay on one 
if they worked out, but it was tough getting to just try one without 
buying.

My hair is shoulder length and coal black.  It's usually in a pony tail 
or it just hangs straight.  Mom brushed, dried and moussed it into a 
sweep that framed my face just right.  She also did my eyes.  She does 
them a little more heavily than I would, but then they look extra 
glamorous.

Mom drove me to school.  She'll do that when she keeps me late or when I 
have something big or delicate to take.  We got there right on time.  
Some of the Program kids were stripping for the day and there was quite 
an audience.  The freshmen and sophomores do it by the East front door, 
near our classroom wings, while the juniors and seniors have their 
place by the West front door.

Dan was just getting out of his car - a BMW 545i, no less.  He was 
already naked and up hard.  I pointed him out to Mom.  I also moaned 
about not being able to drive until I'm a junior.

She ignored me while she got the whole eyeful and said, "You weren't 
exaggeratin', were you?  The rest of him's gorgeous, too.  When's he 
comin' over again?"

I ignored the question, kissed Mom, popped out of the car and caught up 
with Dan.  He got a good morning kiss of his own.

Kelly and Dawn were standing around naked, taking requests.  Dawn looked 
a little scared as a boy touched her perky boobs.  The sensation in her 
nipples convinced her that there was nothing to be afraid of.  Her 
trepidation turned to a warm smile that had the effect of inviting others 
to try it with her.  The pleases and thanks helped as much as the soft 
caresses.

Kelly was back in yesterday's form.  He got some grabs of his ass, legs 
and cock.  None of the girls stroked him hard enough to get him off, so I 
expected him to be ready for relief in class.

Melissa introduced Bill, her steady squeeze.  Calling him Billy or Willy 
can be hazardous to your health, I'm told.  They both kept moving from 
one pose to the next, but weren't being touched yet.

Boys went after my ass and all the rippling muscles around my back, abs 
and chest.  Some of them said I had better boobs than yesterday.  That 
didn't take much.  Girls felt up Dan about the same way.  They were awed 
by his cock and it took a while before any in this bunch got courage to 
touch it.  Dan's likely to be in need of relief, too.

Emily and Shawn were taking their turn stripping and responding to the 
chants of the audience.  Some sophomore girls were checking out Shawn and 
asked to touch him.  I saw him glance at Emily and take a deep breath 
before he agreed.  I could just imagine him thinking, "If she can ...."  
One girl stroked his ass while another worked over his chest and 
shoulders.  His cock came to full attention, demanding its share.  It 
didn't get any.  It would have if those girls were freshmen.

Emily smiled coyly and shook all her beautiful stuff.  She shook it all 
around, but her eyes and smile were only for Shawn.  Some boys asked to 
feel those big boobs I'd kill for.  She grabbed two boy's hands, stood 
them beside each other, leaned her back into them and wrapped the hands 
around her to reach her chest.  She wriggled her ass against the boys 
crotches and that seemed to be the reason she chose that position.  The 
boys probably thought she was trying to feel the hard things in their 
pants.  To me it seemed like she was showing off to Shawn.  She looked so 
happy and excited there.  Her boobs took on their own happy look with 
hard nipples in the middle of swollen, puffy aureoles.

Kelly came over with some girls following like their hands were glued to 
his tight ass and said, "Shawn called Emily and they talked for a half 
hour last night.  I think my dear sister got noticed on her first day in 
highschool."

"Those smiles are just for him.  I think the feeling is mutual," I 
responded.

"Good for him.  Now maybe he'll finally be over me and we can be 
friends," Dawn said.

The bell rang all to soon for any of us.  Shawn and Emily went with their 
arms around each other and shared smiles back and forth.  Dan and I must 
have looked the same.  We sure held each other tight enough.  Kelly and 
Dawn looked at each other, held hands and followed after us.  The whole 
group of students streamed into the school and tried to get to our 
lockers.  That many at once made quite a crowd.  The crowd made for a lot 
of body contact and nobody was asking requests.  It was okay with us, 
though.  Most of the touches were as enjoyable as the requests.  It was 
too hard to get hands between my legs on the move like that, so I didn't 
get much more excited.

I dropped my bag and all in my locker and went to check in with my 
homeroom teacher, "Good morning, Mrs. Miller.  I'm supposed to model for 
the photography club.  Can I go to the gym early to get set, please?"

"Oh, Pam!  I forgot to come get you at the door.  They want you down 
there early for hair and makeup.  It looks like we'll both survive the 
faux pas.  You're even more gorgeous than yesterday and then you were 
absolutely glowing.  Who did you?" she asked.

"I told my Mom about the modeling and she insisted on doing my hair and 
eyes.  I don't think the photo club could do better, but should I run 
down there?" I responded.

"The bell's about to ring.  Go just after that.  If you go now, you'll 
just get stopped for requests.  You'll get there at the same time, but 
risk getting messed up," she suggested and wrote me a hall pass.

I did a few poses for requests until the bell rang.  When it did, I waved 
to Mrs. Miller and left like I was in a hurry.

The activity faire filled the gym.  Each club and society had a table or 
more.  The photography club had one corner set up as a studio.  The 
computer club had some computers.  The chess club had several games set 
up and a pair were already playing.  The society associated with every 
science and language class had a table.  The place looked packed, but 
there were wide aisles around all the tables.

"Hi, yall.  I'm Pam.  I'm supposed to model," I introduced myself to the 
four at the photo club `studio.'

"We were getting scared you wouldn't show.  Good hair and makeup, Pam.  
I'm glad you came ready.  We don't have time for those now.  I'm Patrick.  
These are LeVelle, Tom, and Ginger," one of them said and the others 
waved when he said their names.

The three boys had digital cameras and were obviously ready to use them.  
I looked them over, then at Ginger.

She caught that and explained, "We all take pictures and work them over 
in Photoshop.  Today we're specializing and I'm stuck on the computer - 
drew the short straw."

"Don't tell her, but all the straws were long and I broke off the one 
that was left when she drew.  Nobody is as good with Photoshop as she is 
and we're trying to show off this morning," said Tom.

"Ooh!" grunted Ginger as she turned to the computer behind her.  She 
plugged a the projector as a second monitor and got it lined up with a 
screen hanging high over that corner of the gym.

Mr. Carlson then did the morning announcements.  At the end of those, he 
invited all the freshmen and new students in other grades to the 
activities faire.  Everyone else had study time.

"Let's get started so they can see us in action.  Come sit up here, Pam," 
LeVelle invited.

I perched on a stool on a raised platform.  I expected them to start in 
aiming at my crotch since it was at their eye level.  All four of them 
got up on the platform, walked around me, adjusted the floodlights and 
commenting on what they saw.

"Black hair."

"Dark skin tone - tanned."

"Great face to look at.  We'll see how photogenic in a minute."

"Light warm background.  Peach?  Beige?"

"Beige.  She can't take much red."

They dragged out a big roll of paper, hung it on stands behind me and 
unrolled it.  The seamless paper made a solid colored backdrop for the 
pictures.  Yep, it was plain beige.  They had another five rolls of 
different colors behind the platform.

Usually Mom gets right in my face to take a head-and-shoulders picture, 
gets back farther to get my waist and way farther for all of me.  These 
three guys stepped way back to the edge of the platform.  Their cameras 
are bigger than Mom's and a lot like the professional grade ones I read 
about for art.  The guys fussed with this and that for a minute, putting 
the cameras to their eyes every now and then.  A little later I saw all 
the pictures they'd taken without me even knowing it.

The floodlights were warm on me.  They could have been hot, but the 
photographers had set a fan to one side that kept a light breeze blowing 
around the platform.  I was just cozy and comfortable up there.

Soon Tom had me turn my body sideways and look past one shoulder.  I 
noticed a lot of freshmen milling around and watching.  Ginger was 
answering questions and talking up the club.  No, they didn't often have 
nude models, she was sorry to say.  The guys took some more shots, then 
had me turn some more.  I had my back three quarters to the cameras and 
was to look over my shoulder.  They had me look down coyly and raise my 
head proudly.  I tried some smiling and some very serious expressions, 
too.

"Okay, break.  We don't think you need it, Pam, but we want to upload the 
pictures to the computer so Ginger can start on them.  We want to keep a 
flow of work going from the cameras to the projector.  Cruise around the 
faire and come back in say five minutes," Patrick said.

I walked down the first aisle to the chess club.  Okay, I'll have to 
admit it.  I was in the chess club in seventh grade.  Okay, I was 
president of the middle school chess club last year.  It's not a crime.  
One of my neighbors recognized me.  We'd played.

"Here she is!" he announced.  "Hi, Pam.  This chess club is bigger than 
in middle school.  There might even be competition for you.  Meet Taylor, 
the president.  "

"Pam?  The infamous Pam?" Taylor asked.

He looked older like a senior and he looked studious.  Read that `geeky.'  
He looked like he didn't value physical conditioning, but wasn't 
overweight either.

"We'd really like you in the club this year.  We meet Wednesdays.  
Tomorrow's meeting is to discuss proposed rules for this year's 
tournament.  We're going to be playing strip chess," he announced.

"Cool, but I live naked.  Don't have much to lose.  What kind of rules 
have been proposed?" I responded.

"Well, that's what we have to discuss.  Nobody has the guts to bring up 
any proposals.  These guys say you're the one most likely to think up a 
good set," his compliment got my blush-and-nipple reaction and all the 
chess players stared.

"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow.  Sign me up.  I'll try to think of some 
rule ideas.  Strip chess ought to be fun," I concluded.

Taylor pointed me to the signing roster and I made it official.  These 
rosters would go to homeroom teachers so they knew where we were to be 
during the activities period.

I turned away from the chess club, my knees gave way and I almost fell 
straight down.  The projector was showing a picture above the photo club 
corner.  I'd only seen a face that beautiful once before - in the mirror 
just after Mom finished the makeup.  Okay, I did tell you that I'm 
conceited.  You were warned.

Gasps and buzz went up as more of the students around the gym noticed.  I 
got really puffed up over it.  The picture was a full-face shot that 
included a little neck, but didn't go down even to my shoulders.  My 
smile was big and beaming.  I had just been practicing and didn't realize 
those guys were actually taking pictures then.  The photo club people 
still looked busy, so I went on to the computer club.

These people were also studious.  That is a good, politically correct 
euphemism, isn't it?  I know a couple of them personally, but wasn't in 
the middle school computer club.  They were going on about megahertz, 
megabytes, megabits, networks and a lot about games.  I found one I could 
talk to.  One of the girls I knew in middle school, Ellen, actually 
writes programs and taught me.  I joined her conversation about the 
languages they use for programming projects.  The little group in this 
conversation was less of the gee-whiz and more about getting computers to 
do useful things.  Ellen gave me a smile and tried to get me to join.  
They meet Mondays.  I said I'd try it, but would have trouble with all 
the gamers if there wasn't an interesting project.

I did notice how little fuss my nakedness caused around the computer 
club.  That may be another reason I won't be interested.  Ellen and her 
boyfriend may be the only members of this club who've matured beyond a 
very juvenile level.  I really didn't get many requests or sly brushes as 
I walked past during that break anywhere.  All the students must have had 
their minds on the clubs they were interested in.

I pushed my way through the growing throng around the photo club corner.  
The projector had a slide show of six pictures rotating at about five 
seconds on each shot.  The pictures were in all three poses with 
different face angles and some with my shoulders showing.  All those 
expressions I tried came through, too.  Those were really close views for 
how far away the guys had been.  That's when I remembered and started to 
understand a little about lenses and perspective.

"So did I pass as photogenic?" I asked LeVelle.

He and the others just stared at me with open mouths.  LeVelle finally 
pointed at the stool and said, "Perch."  I perched and resumed the over-
the-shoulder pose.

"This set will go a little lower, Pam.  Probably down to your waist.  Any 
problems with that?" Tom asked.

"No problems.  I expect even more exposure," I answered.

The photographers groaned at the pun, fiddled with their lenses and 
buttons, put their cameras to their eyes and apparently took more 
pictures.  They had me turn sideways to get a profile with my head at 
various angles.  They also asked for more of those expressions on my face 
in each pose.  They got all they asked for.  Patrick called the next 
break and they turned to Ginger at the computer.

Mrs. Santucci, the art teacher, is also the faculty sponsor of this club.  
She dropped in and we all watched over Ginger's shoulder.

"Tell Pam what you're doing, Ginger," Mrs Santucci suggested.

"Umm.  Well, we upload the pictures from the camera memory into this 
program, Photoshop.  I check for obvious culls like eyes caught closed or 
cut off heads, but these guys don't often screw up like that.  They're 
good at composing, too.  I don't crop their stuff `cause they're better 
than I am.  The biggest chore is color correction.  Every camera catches 
colors a little differently and we have corrections programmed for 
everyone in the club.  The big adjustment is for floodlights.  Those 
3400's throw a lot of yellow, but they're consistent.  It's easy to fix by
applying this macro," Ginger explained.

She clicked her mouse in one of the menus and the colors of the picture 
on the screen suddenly changed.  The yellow cast she pointed out cleared 
up like magic.  Ginger got on to the next step - voting the picture in or 
out.

"You know I want all of them in," said Patrick.

"She's beyond serious," Tom contributed.

"She looks like she's ready to throw you in your locker," LeVelle 
ventured.

I looked the tall black guy in the face with shock.  Did yesterday's 
incident get around?  Was I getting a reputation other than slut?  I 
checked the picture again.  I wore a severely serious expression, had 
tilted my head down but looked right into the camera and most of my back 
was showing.  The broad shoulders, rippling back muscles and direct gaze 
added up to a menacing image.  There was no humor or warmth in my 
expression.  LeVelle nailed the emotion of the photo - a threat.  The 
club voted it out.

"You're right, it's probably not right for this show, but it is a good 
picture.  You gotta know I was acting to get that expression.  I'm not 
really looking for people to slam into lockers.  Is there a way I could 
get copies of these?" I asked.

"Sure, Pam.  I'll put them on a CD for you," Ginger offered.

By then she had the next picture uploaded.  It was almost the same pose 
with my head tilted up a little and I was smiling.  That one got voted 
in.  The next one gave me a surprise.  It was a profile that went down 
almost to my elbow.  My shoulders, back, arms and six-pack abs showed 
what I expected - lean ripples.  My chest was the surprise.  There was a 
curve.  It wasn't big, but it was bigger and smoother than my pects.  I 
unconsciously prodded and cupped my breast as I looked at the photo.  I 
could feel the curve a little thicker than it was in the shower earlier.  
The boob was still tender and sore, too.

My head was tilted too far forward and looked awkward, so that shot was 
voted out.  I was bolt upright in the next one and had a bright 
expression.  It looked silly and got voted out, too.  They voted in a 
profile shot where I was relaxed with a warm, friendly smile.  It even 
got `Ahh' from the spectators when it was projected.  Pictures with my 
full chest to the camera didn't surprise me.  That's what I see in the 
mirror all the time.  My boobs actually look like boobs at that angle.  
The boys voted for all of those regardless of my expression or the tilt 
of my head.  Ginger, Mrs. Santucci and I rolled our eyes and laughed.  
Ginger vetoed most of them.  She must like the power of having her finger 
on the mouse.  I agreed that the ones she put in were the best.

"Hey, guys?" I started with the photographers while Ginger was busy.  
"Mom's little camera has to get really close to get a face shot like 
those, then she moves back to get in more.  I did read the art homework 
and it says that the lenses change perspective.  Can I see how your 
lenses do that?"

Mrs. Santucci looked pleased that I'd done the homework.  Tom and LeVelle 
offered to show me their cameras and how their zoom lenses could change 
the composition of a picture.  Ginger grabbed LeVelle's, so I tried 
Tom's.  It took a few views before I figured it out.

"Take a few shots to try it, Pam," Tom offered.  "We can always delete 
the experiments after you learn."

Did I mention how cooperative my Program partners are?  They help out 
even when they don't know they're doing it.  The three of them walked by 
while I was trying different views.  My set of pictures did have some 
closeups - sexy ones. It had profile shots of the boys' tight asses, 
erection angles, Dan's muscles and that big rack on Emily.  I showed the 
photographers what I'd taken and they were impressed.  I really had 
learned about the lenses.  They pointed out that I didn't have the 
subjects' permission for those revealing pictures, so we did delete them.

"Ready again?" Patrick asked.  "Lets do a few of your whole body on the 
stool, then some standing, `kay?"

I smiled at him and perched on the stool again.  I paid more attention to 
the angles and spread of my legs.  The boys did a good job as directors.  
Together we eliminated inane or menacing expressions and got shots that 
showed off my extreme physique.  Those showed all of me as expected of a 
naked model.  The standing shots got me from the front and back.  They 
were all tastefully artistic.  That's a way of saying that they didn't 
dwell on my pussy or asshole.  There wasn't a closeup in the bunch.

I left the `studio' during the next break and walked around some more.  
The novelty and serious curiosity about all those clubs must have worn 
off.  Most of the students, and especially boys, had spent quite some 
time watching the photo club slide show.  They were at least as 
interested in the naked model as in the activities now.  I got some 
requests as I walked, but made them quick so I could get around the gym.  
Some of the requests were just an outstretched hand and raised eyebrow.  
My answer was usually a nod and a small move to expose the part he was 
reaching for.  Most of the touching was `incidental' a hand or maybe a 
boy's whole front would brush along me as I walked by.  A couple of girls 
even tried touching me like that.  It was constant and gentle enough to 
get me excited and even a little wet.

I saw Emily standing at some club's table with boys behind her.  They 
were reaching around to grope her boobs and pussy, but not in the way of 
what she was looking at.  She couldn't concentrate anyway.  From her 
expression, she was engrossed in the sensations from her body.  Dan's and 
Kelly's erections got a lot of stares and finally some strokes when they 
stopped at a table.  I hope they got something more than horny out of the 
faire.

The cheerleaders had a corner of the gym floor covered with mats and were 
doing their most spectacular stuff.  They were in full uniform of tight 
white spandex over black pleated skirts.  I got there just as they topped 
off the pyramid.  One guess who's on top - Britney.  She's petite and 
light, well suited to that position.  She's also well coordinated and her 
hard work shows in how effortless she makes it look.  The pyramid had 
three boys on the bottom and two bigger girls on the second row.  Britney 
dropped off the back where others could catch her and the other layers 
did diving rolls onto the mats to break the pyramid.

Britney must have felt pumped from doing so well because she came over to 
me and started in, "Naked bitch!  What are you trying to do here - show 
off?  That's what we do and we're good.  We don't need to be naked.  I 
saw those volleyball uniforms.  You won't catch us undressed like that.  
Cheerleaders are gonna have it easy."

"Oh, you're squad might be dressed, but you'll each have a lonely week 
being the only one naked when you're in the Program," I predicted.  
"Enjoy those jump splits and I hope your boobs don't bounce too hard."

"I know why you have to be naked," she started again.  "You look like a 
boy unless you show your pussy."

"At least I can attract boys who are worth getting," I was finally 
suckered into being catty.

Britney bellowed "Ooooh" at me and one of the others snickered.  That was 
either Nikki or Heather from yesterday, but I don't know who is which.  
Britney came at me with fire in her eyes and her fists clenched.

"Dumb move, Brit," said the one still trying to stifle her snicker.  "You 
wanna wind up in your locker?"

That girl grabbed Britney's arm and pulled her back.  She made me feel 
there was at least one civil cheerleader in the bunch.  Sneers on many of 
the others made me feel unwelcome.   I moved on from the cheerleaders.  
They wouldn't be very entertaining while I was around.  I was also 
puzzling over the locker quip.  It hadn't been a whole day and I'd 
already got the wrong reputation from one incident.

A group of five boys had a table with pictures of cars and a sign that 
said `Hotrod Club.'  I was checking out some of the pictures, but I was 
the only one around.

"Hotrod?" I asked about the anachronism.

"That's what it was when it was formed.  We might change it when the old 
auto shop teacher retires," said one of the boys.

"Or maybe leave it alone just for him," another disagreed.

These guys looked like the stereotype denizens of auto shop - rough 
around the edges, from the high-crime part of town and in mostly extra-
attention tracks in their classes.  They were serious about their cars 
and club project, though.  Also typical of their circumstances and 
interests, they've had to grow up.  They talked to me about their project 
in glowing terms.  I could see that they wanted me to stay around their 
table naked as I was, but were also interested in what they were 
describing.

"Are you da one who skipped a grade?" asked one with a Spanish accent.

"Yeah, I did ... umm ..." I paused looking at him.

"Call me Valdez," he said.

"He's Jesus Valdez to be exact, but he's not good enough to be a Jee-
zuz," teased one of the others.

"I'm plenty good.  Just ask Rosa," Valdez protested.  "Dere's stories 
about you.  If you as smart as dat, maybe you can help wit' our problem.  
Can you do tings wit' computers?"

It seems they've been struggling with the computer that controls the 
transmission in the ten year old Lincoln they're working on.  They're 
trying to get it ready for shows and parades to represent the school.

"I can do some programming, but there's a whole club of computer 
experts," I said pointing across the gym.  "They'll do a lot better than 
I can."

"Them and us?  We don't get along.  They play like little kids all the 
time and they're afraid we'll throw them in their lockers," said another 
boy.

"That's `cause we will if they screw up the car," said yet another.

"You don' have to worry.  We afraid you do dat to us," said Valdez.  "Dat 
stoner you slammed is one mean hombre.  If you do him, you must be tough 
as you look."

I did another compliment reaction and those boys checked out my nipples.  
They got stiff in their pants, too.  That may be why they turned on the 
pressure.  I agreed to come look at what I could do on Thursday.  That 
gang doesn't have many other activities so they meet every day.  Thursday 
is just the time I thought I`d be free.  Remember one of my goals - be 
nice to everyone?  These guys were being nice to me - lots of looking but 
no requests.  It's not like I'm joining their club.

The strokes kept up as I walked - both the requests and the sly ones.  
They had my interest, but weren't intense enough to get me running.  When 
I got back to the studio corner, Patrick asked if I had any poses I 
wanted to do.  Oh, boy did I.  I promptly turned my back to him, bent at 
the waist and smiled back at him between my legs.

"We thought of asking you for that, but were afraid you'd throw us in our 
lockers," he said.

I stood up with my back to him and rolled my eyes.  I also laughed to try 
to put him at ease.  All four of them checked the pose.  Ginger just went 
back to her computer.  The others went into their jargon again.

"Only room for one camera to get the angle between her legs to catch her 
face."

"It's way dark in there.  Bad contrast between face and legs."

"Can't use floods.  Flash?"

"Yeah, with barn doors.  Ginger can dodge the rest in the computer."

"Set it strong.  You'll need depth."

"Override the autofocus or only her butt will be sharp."

I stood up to let the blood drain from my head while Patrick fiddled with 
an attachment on his camera.  The flash gun had little metal blades that 
can close off part of the light from the top, bottom or sides of the 
shot.

"This should block light from your ass and legs so your face is almost as 
bright.  Try the pose now," Patrick said.

I turned, bent and smiled, but I could feel something wrong.  My moussed 
hair wasn't hanging right.  I fluffed it out and tried again.  The flash 
went off as blinding as expected.  Patrick checked the camera's screen 
and decided it could be a good picture, at least worth uploading for a 
look on the larger screen.  He gave the camera to Ginger and came back to 
me.

"Good move on the hair, Pam.  You're a great model.  Could you work with 
us more this year?" he asked.

"I want to join your club, but for more than modeling.  You guys are all 
so good with directing me and composing the photos.  I got a good look at 
Tom's equipment, er ... camera ... and want to learn how to use it and 
take pictures like you do.  I may model a little, but I want to spend 
more time behind the camera," I answered.

"Eww!  This is just crude!" Ginger exclaimed.

The picture on her screen showed a very clear view of my wide-spread ass 
and pussy.  Labia to eyes, everything was in great sharp focus.  Ginger 
looked at me like I was crazy, though.

I smiled at her and said, "It's great.  Just what I wanted.  That's a 
very Program-like picture.  Do you have any idea how many people have 
asked to see that view of me?  Let's just show `em all at once."

Ginger still didn't like the idea.  She left the adjustments to Patrick.  
He darkened the hot spots on my legs, then brightened the whole thing.  
Everything came out great.  Patrick didn't wait for a vote.  He just put 
that shot in the slide show.  I gave him a rewarding kiss.  The slide 
show sequence came around to that picture after a minute.  All the 
onlookers gasped, then cheered.  Those cheers were louder and wilder than 
the applause all the other pictures were getting.  It was just a 
different sort of shot.  Ginger was right in that it wasn't as artistic 
as the rest.  It was still my favorite.

Patrick had me sign the photo club roster just as the faire ended.  Mr. 
Carlson made an announcement 10 minutes before the period was to end 
asking all those attending the faire to help move things back where they 
came from in order to clear the gym.  Most of the freshmen started to 
blow that off, but got scowls from the teachers who were there sponsoring 
clubs.

"Load me up and lead the way," I said to Patrick.

"Disassemble first, then load," he said.

He cranked down the practice basketball goal that held up the screen.  
Tom and Levelle rolled up the beige background paper.  Ginger shut down 
her computer and started disconnecting it.  That's one thing I could help 
with.  I helped get the computer, cables, mouse, keyboard, projector and 
the floodlights into a box.  I thought I'd carry that box, but noooo.

"So you're a member now.  Here's your load," said LeVelle.

He and Tom each dropped a roll of background paper into my arms.  These 
weight about 30 pounds and are ten feet long.  I grunted and shuffled a 
little and finally got them under one arm and pointed in front of me.  I 
also had my hand on my hip so I wasn't holding the rolls with muscles.

"Room for two more,"  I said showing my free hand.

I wasn't gonna let them think I wouldn't carry my share.  Patrick 
shrugged and slid rolls under my other arm.  That worked to balance me, 
so it was actually easier.  The boys slung their bags of equipment over 
their shoulders and grabbed more stuff.  Tom and LeVelle each took one 
roll of backdrop paper.  Patrick took the screen and the stands for the 
paper and floodlights - light aluminum stands that collapsed to five feet 
long.  Ginger had her hands full with that box.  Mrs. Santucci opened 
doors for us.  With our loads, none of us could get close to a doorknob.  
Nobody could get close enough to me for any grabby requests, so I started 
getting over the tension.  When the physical work was over, I didn't feel 
like I needed relief.

The boys check me out as I marched right along with my load.  I noticed 
them stopping to shift hands a couple of times when they got tired.  
Ginger rolled her eyes at the boys being so fussy while the girls had the 
big loads.  She had her belt supporting the edge of the box so all she 
had to do was hug it.  Those boys were trying to muscle everything.

All that stuff went into the smaller room behind Mrs. Santucci's class.  
We all went back to the gym for the table and platform.  That turned out 
to be a section of riser from the orchestra room.  We had to re-install 
that before we were finished.  We did just as the warning bell rang.  The 
good part of that was that I wouldn't be bothered by requests.  The bad 
part was that I was as far from biology class as you can get in that 
school.  I took off running at full speed.  I zipped through the art and 
music wing, around the auditorium and started past the office.

"No running, Miss Fionda!" came from the office door.

It was Mr. Carlson, of course.  I came to a screeching halt then tried to 
keep walking.  He knew where I had to go and how long I had to get there.  
That was the point.  He was going to have a chat with me the same way a 
cop gives a long lecture to a speeder.

"So how was the modeling?" he asked casually.

"Just great, thanks," I said and tried to walk away.

"No, Pam.  Tell me about it - in detail," he insisted.

I felt like I was had - about to be punished and being made to anticipate 
it.  My schedule just doesn't have time in it for detention and there are 
even stories about Program girls getting paddled for such things.  I went 
through it all and sure enough the bell rang.

"Pam, really.  Don't run.  Two seconds later and you could have run right 
over me," he said and started writing on his pad.

"I know.  I'm sorry.  Should know better from all the times I tell people 
at the pool," I said contritely.

"Exactly," he said.  "I could have given you detention or Mrs. Miller 
might for being late to her class.  I think you'll learn from the object 
lesson here.  Here's an excuse.  It says we were talking about the 
Program, which we were.  Now walk."

Okay, I got away with something again.  I'm still not sure how that's 
happening.  My mind went to what was coming next - biology class, female 
sexual anatomy and more pictures of me.


Chapter 7.  Tuesday Classes


Mr. Carlson's punishment worked.  I missed some fun in biology.  When I 
got there, the boys were already getting their relief.  Kelly was sitting 
on the edge of Mrs. Miller's desk and one of the girls was stroking his 
hard cock.  He looked just about ready.  The girl leaned down and 
whispered something to him.  He looked at her and smiled.  She took 
advantage of his open mouth by sticking her tongue in there.  Kelly's 
eyes popped wide open and the stream of semen popped out of his penis.

At the same time Dan was perched on the stool and Emily was all over him.  
That stool put his legs at just the right height.  She had his cock in 
her hand and was straddling one of his legs.  She rubbed her pussy back 
and forth on that leg.  She was humping for her own relief as much as she 
was stroking for Dan's.  She got off.  It was really quite sexy watching 
her come and try to stand.  That sight excited Dan well enough.  He came 
just then even though Emily had stopped the stroking.  His semen got all 
over both of them.  Her juices were liberally distributed, too.

Mrs. Miller gave them enough tissues for a good cleanup and enough time 
for a good recovery.  That girl who jacked off Kelly was the only one who 
could walk.  She helped him to his seat.  I started the applause as I 
walked to the front of the room.  I handed the excuse to Mrs. Miller and 
grabbed Emily.  I sat her on the desk and went for Dan.  I put him in his 
seat and joined Emily ready for today's lesson.

"Eager, are we?" Mrs. Miller teased.

"Yes, ma'am.  All ready," I said.  "And it's easier to park Emily here 
than drag her to her desk and back."

Emily managed to stick her tongue out at me and laugh.  I'm glad she 
likes that sort of joke.  The AV service guy was just dragging in his 
equipment then and it took a few minutes for him to set it up.  I checked 
out the rest of the class.  A few still had their hands in their laps and 
far away looks on their faces.  The rest were flushed red.  I couldn't 
tell whether from embarrassment or from just reaching their own climax.  
The ones who were embarrassed may not be ready for the program 
themselves, but I hope they see how much fun we're having and it helps 
them get ready.

I checked Emily, too.  She was engorged in her breasts and pussy and she 
was as red as her hair all over.  Her breathing was starting to get back 
to normal and her eyes were almost ready to focus.  This girl may be a 
virgin, but only technically.

"I'm really ready, Pam.  I want a boy in me, dammit, and I mean today," 
she said to me quietly.

"Have anyone in mind?" I asked.

"Shawn.  He's soooo fine," she answered even more quietly.

I just smiled.  I know how it goes to be ready to lose an unwanted 
virginity.  The AV guy finally gave a wave and Mrs. Miller started in on 
her class.

"Yesterday's lesson ended with a very brief picture of the girls' pubic 
areas.  We saw Pam's to be engorged from recent sex and Emily's was in a 
more normal state.  Today those conditions are reversed.  Emily, please 
tell us how that happened," she asked.

Emily was showing some signs of her chronic shyness.  She was looking 
down, had her hands clenched and was fidgeting.  If she was blushing, 
nobody could tell because she was still so red from getting off.  She did 
find the courage to speak to the class and camera.

"Yesterday was so much fun - so sexy.  Everyone was nice to me, except 
when they left me on the edge," she glared at a football player in the 
back of the room.  "This morning I was just asking for it at the 
activities faire.  I made all those with requests feel welcome, so they 
tried more and more.  I got soooo horny.  None of them got me off, 
though.

"Dan, my Program partner came to the rescue.  He may not have needed that 
relief, but I sure did and girls can't ask.  I'm all swollen because I 
humped his leg while I was helping him get off."

"Those watching the recording really missed something.  This first-hour 
class may be a little ahead in the subject of excitement and responses 
thanks to these four in the Program.  Emily's appearance is just what we 
expect after recent sex,"  Mrs. Miller said.

She went into our anatomy, covering outer and inner labia, clitoral hood, 
clitoris and made the distinction between vulva and vagina.  She had us 
spread ourselves wide so that she and the camera could look at all the 
details.  I went first and she pointed out all the parts.  Emily's stuff 
was all more pronounced and Mrs. Miller found something worth special 
mention.

"Just into her vagina, Emily has her hymen.  Most girls start with this 
membrane and keep it as long as they are virgin.  Some have none or a 
small hymen to start with, have them damaged by accident or have them 
opened before having sex.

"The camera is catching this in closeup now.  We will next have this 
class come forward and take a close personal look at both these girls.  
This diagram is an external view, so it doesn't show a hymen.  Take 
careful note of Emily's."

She handed out the diagram - a picture of my bare pussy captured from 
yesterday's tape with all the parts pointed out by little labels.

"It's certainly a reasonable request to let the class take a close look 
at you, girls.  How much touching will you let them do?" she asked us.

"Oh, anything.  Just don't hurt me," I answered.  "Mrs. Miller just asked 
for all of you.  This doesn't change the need to ask for any other 
times."

"No fingers or anything else inside me, please," said Emily.  "That hymen 
is gonna hurt and bleed when it breaks.  I want that to happen in the 
throes of a glorious orgasm, not by accident here.  You better get a good 
look today, `cause this particular hymen won't last long at all."

"Right.  This row first," Mrs. Miller said pointing at Kelly at the front 
of the first row.  "Come by and look closely at both girls.  Feel free to 
make notes on the diagram.  We have about a minute for each student."

Kelly walked right past his sister and started checking me out.  That got 
him another shot of Emily's tongue and the two of them exchanged one of 
those twin-mode smiles.  Dan started with Emily.  That got him a bigger 
smile and whispered thanks for the relief.

Emily and I started the sequence with our partners that became ritual.  
We started with a little spread of our legs, then spread wider and then 
held ourselves open with our hands.  We let go of ourselves so we could 
be touched.  I liked the ones who were curious about my clit, especially 
when that's what they touched.  It was enough one-on-one that Emily 
stopped her shyness reaction and was giving all of them smiles as big as 
mine.  She started wet from her relief.  I got wet after the first few 
inspections.  I'd imagine each of the guys naked, hard and entering me.

All the students got good looks at both of us.  The boys left the desk 
with obvious hard points in their pants and words of thanks on their 
lips.  Even Kelly and Dan recovered from their relief while looking us 
over.  The girls had a more clinical approach.  Most had not looked into 
themselves even if they reached in to masturbate.  Several of them felt 
around themselves while they looked at us.  They all thanked us, too.

Mrs. Miller went to the back of the room by the camera man.  She had him 
continue recording during the first few inspections.  When it got 
repetitious, she let him stop recording and start making the copy to show 
in later classes.  He had one more segment to capture at the end of 
class.

All the students had a good look and were back in their seats when the 
bell rang.  Mrs. Miller hadn't started class again because Emily and I 
were leading a discussion about our parts and how they felt.  One 
question was about my lack of pubic hair.  I explained that I had heavy, 
dense, coarse black hair and hated it.  I shaved when I first started 
living naked, then had the electrolysis to make it permanent.

After the bell rang, Mrs. Miller called the four of us together and 
introduced the cameraman, "This is Mr. Randal.  He says he needs 
something from you and perhaps from your parents."

"You're both such great models, girls, and I expect the same from you 
boys," he started with compliments that got the usual reaction from me.  
"We need written permission to make video productions like this, 
especially when they're so intimate.  Here's the release form.  There are 
places for you and your parents to sign."

The boys and I were fine with that, but Emily said, "Hold on.  These are 
standard commercial release forms.  With these, you could sell the videos 
outside the school.  We couldn't do anything about that and wouldn't get 
paid.  I can't be in a commercial project without involving my agency and 
they'd have to get a percentage of my rate.

"I don't think you need a release at all for the school to use the video.  
You already handed over copies for two sessions.  Make the release non-
commercial, for use only by the school district and I'll be able to 
consider it."

He snatched back the release forms in a huff and stammered, "It ... It's 
the standard form.  The school doesn't think we need it under your 
Program rules, but my company doesn't want to take chances.  You might 
change your minds about what you want the school to show.  We don't want 
to be caught in court.  I'll see about a special release."

He left quickly to start taking down his equipment..

"Wow, Emily.  Thanks.  Glad you know that stuff.  Do you think he was 
trying to rip us off?" I asked.

"Maybe.  What I said was true.  I can't do any modeling without the 
agency getting involved.  It's in my contract.  What he said is 
believable, too.  It might just be the only form they use," she answered.

The boys agreed that we were lucky to have Emily looking out for us.  She 
and I used our towels to clean off our pussies before we ventured into 
the hall.  We remembered not to enter the English class too early.  We 
had to wait at least for the warning bell.  We all got plenty of 
attention in the hall.  Most of the boys from biology offered to relieve 
Emily of that pesky hymen.  She laughed knowing that they were picking up 
on her attitude, not trying to harass her.  They probably weren't joking 
either.

The boys got a better share of the touching today.  Lots of girls were 
checking out their asses and chests as well as their cocks.  Kelly's 
expression was getting intense.  The girls had the sense of when to stop 
the stroking and were teasing him mercilessly.  He looked at me and must 
have seen the same sort of frustration.

"I'm ready for relief again, how about you?" he asked me.  "I'll be sure 
to ask at the start of class - no five-minute catch this time."

"Go for it, Kelly," I answered.  "That spreading was almost like playing 
with myself, but just almost."

In due course the warning bell rang and we disengaged from all those 
requests.  Yes, they'd made us even hornier.  We went into English and 
took the seats nearest the door as the teacher had instructed yesterday.

Before the next bell stopped ringing, Kelly's hand was up and he even 
spoke to get the teacher's attention, "Miss Forester?"

Today she had a tight white blouse over a short black pleated skirt and 
looked like a cheerleader again.  Her big round boobs swung and jiggled 
when she wheeled around to see what Kelly wanted.  I could see strap 
lines under her top again and wondered why she bothered with a bra.

Kelly had her attention, so he asked, "I need to ask for relief, Miss 
Forester.  May I?"

"Unghhh," she grunted and rolled her eyes.  "I have to let you, don't I?"

She glared at Kelly while he walked to the front of the room with his 
hard cock leading the way.  She didn't act like it was a strange sight to 
her.  She just didn't like it, at least not here.

"I'd like help from Pam, please," Kelly asked.

I was at his side before the teacher could react.  I stood beside him 
where I straddled his hand.  I grabbed his cock with one hand, his ass 
with the other and gave him a hot tongue-loaded kiss.  That hand between 
my legs went to work on my pussy at the same time.

"How do you want it?" I asked.

"Like yesterday.  Sit," he said pointing to the stool in the corner.

Some of those students were in AP history with us and knew what that 
meant.  They started the applause while Kelly positioned the stool and I 
sat on it.

"Who's helping whom? ... OH!" Miss Forester interrupted her own question 
when she saw Kelly's cock poised to enter me.

Enter me he did after a deep, sexy kiss and just a little playing to 
spread the juices around.  I put my legs around his ass.  That gave me a 
great sensation on my legs and rolled my vagina to a better angle for 
him.  I was plenty ready - so horny I came almost immediately and as 
usual, I wasn't quiet.  Emily told me later that my screaming and gasps 
gave the teacher this terribly angry look and she turned her back to us 
and the class.  She also said that it looked like Miss Forester's hands 
were between her legs.

Kelly just had relief in the last class.  Even as horny as he was, he 
lasted while I came and came and came.  That little grinding action of 
his really works on me.  My clit buzzed from beginning to end.  I was 
feeling really good when he finally got off inside me.  Triple orgasms 
will do that to a girl.

Kelly's cock popped out of me and he collapsed.  I scooted back on the 
stool and put my legs on the floor so he could sit on my lap.  We held 
each other and kissed again until the teacher interrupted the reverie and 
the applause from the class.

"Alright, your exhibition is over and your time is up.  Back to your 
seats," Miss Forester commanded.

"Do you have any tissues we can use to clean up?  This whole area is a 
little sloppy," Kelly asked.

He was right of course, and we should have been made to clean it up, but 
the teacher just pointed at our seats.  We tried to help each other 
across the room, and had to go slowly.  The teacher's exasperated sighs 
spurred us on.  I wiped off with the towel in my seat and set another one 
there to catch all that would run out during class.  Emily loaned her 
brother one to clean himself with and smiled at me about picking up on 
the need for many towels.

"So you think you can spend valuable class time on this ... this ... 
this!?" Miss Forester asked the class rhetorically.  "We'll see which 
sort of lesson you need more.  Pop Quiz.  Answer all the questions at the 
end of chapter 2.  If you understand what you were supposed to read, you 
should get one question a minute.  You have 15 minutes.  Copy the 
questions then write out the answers in grammatically correct sentences.  
Begin."

"Screw copying the questions.  Get the answers down first," Dan whispered 
his strategy.

I pulled out my text and notebook like all the others.  I did have the 
advantage of my study habits.  I added complete sentences after each of 
the key words to fill in their definitions and was just ready when time 
was up.  In my post orgasmic state, I couldn't have done any more.

Miss Forester called time and had us pass the papers forward.  She looked 
through them, scowling most of the time.  Ours was the last row she 
collected and we were at the back of that row.  She saw our papers last.  
Her expression changed.

"Who is Pam?" she asked looking around the room.

I raised my hand.  Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.

"Dan?  Kelly?  Emily?" she asked and each of them raised a hand.  "Well, 
I see that nudity and intelligence are not mutually exclusive.  Pam has 
competed the quiz entirely, score 100.  The other three have all the 
answers and most of the questions copied, score 95.  The rest of you are 
not prepared the way I expect an AP class to prepare.  If you complete 
the questions and answers by the start of class tomorrow, I'll raise your 
quiz score to 70, but note - that's still not a passing grade."

She went through a lecture about the material and showed a few examples 
of correct and incorrect English.  She really did set the example for 
preparation.  Her lecture was well presented and it helped me understand 
some things I had just memorized.  When the bell rang to end class, she 
dismissed us in the Program and kept the others for almost a minute.

When the others joined us in the hall, there was a lot of, "Don't do that 
again."  "We don't want more quizzes."  "Keep it in your pants ... Oh.  
Sorry."

"That's what she wants you to say.  That quiz was for peer pressure and 
you know it," I said to them.

"Maybe so, but it's clear she doesn't want any program stuff in her 
class.  C'mon, we have a long walk," Dan tore us away from the discussion 
to go to art, theater and music.

Crystal, Steve and Brian don't have as far to walk from the junior class 
cluster so they were standing around talking when I got there.  Crystal 
and Brian were standing together holding hands.  Of course, the 
conversation was about the Program and how the day was going.  The 
juniors had finally experienced touching requests and were really ready 
for relief.  The boys were up and hard as expected.  Crystal's jiggly 
boobs were puffy with hard nipples and she just couldn't stand still.  
That twitching in her big legs made her chest jiggle all the more and 
must have rubbed her labia together.

"Wanna help me get relief again?" Steve asked me.

"If nobody else volunteers.  I think we should spread it around if any 
other girls want some of the action.  I'll raise my hand if nobody else 
does.  How about you, Brian?" I responded.

"I don't want help from anyone but Crystal.  It was wishful thinking 
yesterday.  I want her ... you for my girlfriend," he shifted his look to 
Crystal.

She smiled big time, hugged and kissed him with everything she has, then, 
"I'll be happy to help, but I wonder how I could get over this.  So many 
hands have me sooo close."

"I was the same way in the last class.  Kelly and I fucked our brains 
out.  You could try that ... if you do that stuff," I suggested.

"We haven't done it together - I've officially been his girlfriend for 
only 15 seconds.  I'm no virgin and I'm really ready now.  How about it, 
Brian?  If Pam can do her first time ever in front of the whole school, 
we can do our first together on the teacher's desk," she said snuggling 
tight against him.

It took Brian a whole nanosecond to agree.  The thought of getting even 
closer to Crystal made his cock twitch and start to leak.  She noticed 
and teased it with the tip of her finger, but only for a second.

"Pam, your chest looks bigger or something.  I didn't think you were that 
big yesterday.  Can I check you out?" Steve made a reasonable request.

"I think I'm growing and they're swollen from sex.  Go ahead," I 
answered, but the bell rang just then.  "Feel free to touch me anywhere 
if I help you with relief, or after class."

We took our seats at separate tables and got ready for class.  Mrs. 
Santucci did some keying at her computer and it started projecting on the 
screen behind her.  It was the slide show from the morning photo club 
shoot.  She had made two changes.  The shot between my legs was out and 
the scowling threat was in.  That one got some gasps from the class when 
they saw it.  Most of the others got `wow' or `ahhh' reactions.

"We'll get to the photography lesson in just a minute.  First, thank you 
to Pam for posing for the photography club this morning.  You see some of 
the results here.  We'll go into the principles behind all these in the 
next few weeks.  Second, do either of you gentlemen need relief?" she 
asked.

As arranged both boys asked for relief and for help.  Crystal was the 
only girl to offer the help, so I finally raised my hand.

"Are you reluctant, Pam?  You really don't have to, you know," Mrs. 
Santucci said.

"Oh, I really like doing this stuff," I answered.  "I just wanted to give 
anyone else a chance, you know, to spread the fun around a little."

"That's admirable, but there don't seem to be any takers.  C'mon up 
here," she invited.

I dashed up to Steve, grabbed his cock, snuggled against him and gave him 
a kiss.

"Just the handjob, Pam, please.  My girlfriend is upset enough about 
that, but she did extra stuff to keep me ... interested last night," he 
put me in my place.

While I started stroking Steve, he started on my boobs as he had 
requested.  I have enough over the wide area of my chest to fill his 
hand.  This time I had enough for him to squeeze.  It hurt my poor, 
tender boobs when he grabbed and lifted them, but I didn't complain.  I 
was amazed that I actually had enough boob to grab and lift.  He made me 
tingle along with the hurt and made my nipples pop out.  All that made me 
clutch and stroke his cock harder.

Brian picked Crystal up and sat her on the teacher's desk.  They 
carefully cleared some stuff out of the way and Crystal put her towel 
down before they started the messy stuff.  She lay back and relaxed with 
her hips at the edge of the desk and her legs spread wide.  Brian leaned 
over her, gave her kisses and stroked her boobs.  His kisses and hands 
wandered lower on his new girlfriend until he was kissing her nipples and 
putting fingers in her slit.  Crystal started moaning and wriggling under 
him.

Nobody could take their eyes off those two, including Steve and me.  
Crystal hooked her feet around Brian's ass and pulled him closer.  Brian 
got it that she was ready and moved up on her again.  His cock went right 
in her and her moaning became more urgent.  That sight was plenty for 
Steve.  His cock grew and stiffened that extra bit when he shot his 
stream all over me.  That'll teach me to pay attention to my own handjob, 
won't it.

Crystal's moans softened as she got more excited, then turned to soft 
squeals when she reached climax.  Brian kept pounding into her hard 
enough to shake her whole body.  He held his hands on her nipples, but 
didn't grab the mass of her boobs.  Each thrust shook her boobs all 
around her chest so her nipples were rubbing his hands.  He kept up the 
kisses all over her face, neck and ears until he went over.  They both 
finished about the same time.  She had her legs all the way around his 
ass and pulled tight.  He gave that final thrust and came as deep into 
her as he could.

Steve and I were just standing there watching.  We finally got the 
tissues and started wiping.  He got the shots that landed on my boobs and 
belly.  I got the lower ones.  Crystal and Brian stayed where they were, 
just breathing heavily.  Crystal recovered first, sat up and kissed him 
like she meant it - hands around his head and all.  He lifted her off the 
desk.  She stayed with the kiss and wrapped her legs around him again.  
He wasn't ready for that so soon after getting off, so he leaned forward 
to put the clinging girl down on the desk.

"Wonderful.  Sooo wonderful," Crystal whispered, then went back to the 
kissing.

I handed Brian some tissues when he came up for air and he went right to 
work on Crystal.  He wiped her legs and pussy and I could see Crystal 
shudder when he hit sensitive spots.  She got some tissues and returned 
the favor.  By then they were almost able to navigate and were able to 
check over and clean up the desk.

Everyone in the room was all smiles and applause.  That had not been just 
sex.  It was such a lovemaking that it made everyone feel good.  It also 
went overtime.  Mrs. Santucci asked us to get back to our seats so she 
could talk about cameras and taking pictures.  All four of us made it to 
our seats, but Crystal had a hard time.  She ran into a table because her 
loving, smiling eyes were glued to Brian.  She took a pretty good thump 
on her hip but the smile never left her face.

Mrs. Santucci went into perspective, magnification and the effect of lens 
focal length on those.  Part of the time, she used the photo club 
pictures as examples, pointing out that the photographers didn't have to 
crowd close to me for the face shots.  For the real point of the lesson, 
she asked for volunteer models.  Crystal and I both raised our hands.  
Hey, we can always use the extra credit.  Of course we were picked.

She had Crystal and me sit in a line at different distances from the 
camera.  She used a video camera connected directly to the computer so it 
projected in real time.  When she set the lens for a wide angle, we both 
looked far away and appeared to be far apart.  As she adjusted to a 
longer focal length, Crystal and I not only got bigger in the image, but 
we appeared to be closer together.

Ginger came in while we were posing and quietly went into the small back 
room.  I smiled at her and she gave a little smile back.  I guessed she 
didn't dare disturb the class.

Mrs. Santucci went through typical focal length numbers for various 
camera types, explaining that the image size on the film or digital 
sensor was also part of the equation.  That filled the class time except 
for the assignment.

"We want to get through the dry material and into the practical work, so 
the assignment is to read the book on film cameras.  Tomorrow we'll go 
into the things unique to digital and film, then start on more things 
that are the same," she said.  "We'll be trying out some things starting 
Thursday.  Does everyone have access to a camera?  Show hands ...  
Digital?"

All said they could get a digital camera, so Mrs. Santucci said, 
"We have a very few cameras to lend during class.  We have to use digital 
cameras to get the results quickly.  We used to have a darkroom and print 
photos from film.  The school's insurance wanted to charge extra premium 
for that.  The board realized that liability insurance protects them, but 
not the students.  If the real trouble was toxic chemicals, there 
shouldn't be a darkroom in the school.  Since then we've been using the 
alternative that most people prefer anyway - digital.  Bring what you 
have on Thursday."

She dismissed class a little before the ball rang.  I was about to give 
Crystal and Brian some crap for the eyes they'd been making all hour.  
They had to stay for study time and their body language looked like they 
were going to try to get away with sitting together.  Do you think I 
should have encouraged them?

Ginger interrupted that when she handed me a CD and said, "Here.  I 
promised you this."

She wasn't exactly friendly and I think I figured her out, "I'm sorry, 
Ginger.  You were right.  That last shot didn't fit in.  I had the 
Program on my mind and have so much more to learn about real 
photography."

"I'm sorry, too, and embarrassed," she replied.  "We try to pretend we're 
professionals at it.  When we got to your pose ideas, you became the 
client.  We ... I ... wasn't very professional.  I think we should do a 
series on Program poses.  It might loosen us ... me ... up."

"Maybe it should be a year-long thing.  All the members could contribute 
when they're in the Program.  Did you volunteer?" I asked her.

"No way," she answered.  "But the running project might be a good idea."

"The volunteers are going first, so you probably have some time to ... 
loosen up," I tried to assure her.

She'd had second lunch and had to get back for the second part of her 
split math class.  Kelly and Emily were waiting for me in the hall, so 
Ginger split.  Emily's eyes and smile were wide open like she was 
anticipating something great.  I had to point out that her hands on her 
pussy looked like a Program violation even though I knew she was stroking 
herself.  Emily rolled her eyes and started for the cafeteria at a brisk 
walk with her hands and pussy in plain sight.  We picked up Dan by the 
auditorium and met the sophomores, Dawn and Shawn, by the food line.

Emily immediately pounced on Shawn and put him in an unbreakable liplock.  
It was unbreakable because Shawn didn't want to break it.  He had an 
armful of the best body in the school.  I could just imagine how his cock 
felt being squeezed between them.  I confirmed my imagination by 
snuggling close to Dan and giving him a big kiss.  Yep, a hard cock 
between two naked bodies is really stimulating.  When I broke the clinch 
with Dan, Kelly and Dawn were holding hands and smiling at each other.  
Kelly actually asked first, probably because Dawn was acting so shy, then 
gave her a hugging kiss.  She pulled her hips back from Kelly's hardon at 
first, but then eased into it.  She got visibly more relaxed as the kiss 
went on and was wriggling against him at the end.  That end didn't come 
until the students in line behind us prodded us to move to the food.

On our way through the line, we told each other Program stories from the 
morning.  Dawn was all awe at how much sex was going on among the 
freshmen and how it was spreading to the Juniors.  She looked like she 
thought she was missing something.  She was.  Kelly noticed her 
expression, too.  He's just the surrogate Program partner to help out the 
poor deprived sophomore.

We sat in the towel-covered chairs again, one pair to a table.  Each pair 
was joined by curious, clothed students who wanted to talk about the 
Program, nudity and how much activity they'd be expected to do.  Dan and 
I explained that it was up to each participant.  That put them at ease a 
little.

I saw Emily and Shawn sitting very close together with their hands in 
each other's laps.  Both of them were twitching and squirming.  It seems 
Emily got her desire across to him and he liked the idea.  Dawn and Kelly 
were all smiles for each other, too.  At least they kept up conversation 
with the others at their table.  Dan and I were eating one-handed again.  
My other hand had a firm grip on his cock and his was teasing my legs and 
labia without mercy.

Emily and Shawn didn't wait to finish their food.  They dumped their 
trays and hustled outside to the courtyard.

"C'mon, Dan.  We don't want to miss Emily's big moment," I urged him and 
I waved to get Kelly's attention..

He looked puzzled for a moment, then got it.  When we got outside, Emily 
was stretching out on the grass under a tree and pulling Shawn down onto 
her.  They didn't skip the preliminaries - they'd already done them at 
the lunch table.  Shawn settled into the vee between Emily's strong legs 
and she wrapped his ass with them.  He started little thrusts to 
penetrate her, then stopped.  He must have found that hymen.

"Virgin?  Are you sure about this, Emily?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," she replied and pulled on his butt with those powerful legs.

That drove him through the hymen into her.  She gave a wince and a little 
squeak, so he just stopped.  He stayed still all the way in her until her 
breathing got back to normal, then started the little strokes again.  Her 
expression got less pained and more passionate as he did his work.  He 
made the strokes longer and soon had Emily gasping, squealing and lolling 
her head back and forth.

Kelly smiled at his brave sister for losing her virginity in school.  The 
sight must have done something for Dawn, too.  She led him to a clear 
spot of grass on the other side of the tree and sat down with him.  Their 
hands were soon all over each other and their tongues were in the other's 
mouth as much as in their own.

I checked Dan.  He had four girls around him, all stroking something.  He 
was ready to douse them with his semen, and I think that's what they 
wanted.

The bastard who felt me up and left me hanging yesterday came up to me 
and said, "Sorry about yesterday.  I'd like to make it up to you and I 
have a request.  It's not completely reasonable.  If you don't want to do 
it, just say no and don't throw me in my locker, `kay?"

"Okay, so what's the request?" I responded.

"Would ... would you like to ... fuck me?" he stammered.

"Thought nobody would ask.  Sure.  How do you want me?" I agreed to his 
request.

"Well, you're already naked.  You sit on top and do the fucking.  You're 
more likely to get off like that and won't be pissed at me," he answered.

He lay on his back, pushed down his shorts and pulled his erect cock out 
through the fly of his boxers.  He waved his dick at me and I took him up 
on the invitation.  I straddled him on my knees and made use of all the 
juices Dan had started flowing.  I wiped his dick head with my pussy to 
wet it, then pressed against it.  It went right in and felt pretty good.

"Are you really this easy?" he asked me.

"I'm not easy - I'm eager," I answered.

I was doing the work this time, so I raised up and down.  Each time I 
came to the bottom, I rolled my hips back and wriggled side to side.  
That caught my clit as well as Kelly's grinding does.  Pretty soon, I 
fell forward on the poor bastard and kept my hips wriggling where my clit 
was against him almost all the time.  I came loud and clear.  Yes, it 
seems that I'm a screamer.  The guy decided he could do a little work for 
his own satisfaction after he was sure I got mine.  He thrust into me 
from below.  His strokes combined with my wriggling to give me another 
climax.  He could sense that I liked it and that excited him to his 
release.  He stiffened and thrust in as far as he could and his stuff 
started to run out of me.  I lay on him enjoying the close cuddling and 
the warm glow.

After a minute to recover, he asked, "So was that good or are you 
pissed?"

"It was great.  A double orgasm.  You enjoyed it, too, I see," I said 
sitting up and looking at the stuff running out of me all over his soft 
cozy boxers.  "Hey, what's your name so I can think of you as something 
else beside `bastard'?"

"I'm Eric, Pam, and yeah, the wet shorts are worth it," he answered.

I used one of my towels on myself and what I could of him.  I stood up, 
pulled Eric to his feet and was ready to check the other couples again.  
Shawn was still doing Emily.  That former virgin was just laying there 
moaning and squealing under him.  Yep, this was the sort of glorious 
orgasm she was looking for.  I did notice the blood running out of her 
pussy.  Another girl I remember from the volleyball tryout was standing 
nearby with a tampon for her.

That gang of girls all over Dan now included one with his cock in her 
mouth.  Well, it went in there as far as it could.  Dan was lasting as 
well as he did with me last night, but then he finally warned her and 
went off.  She must have tried to swallow, but her mouth was stretched so 
wide that a lot of his semen leaked out.

Kelly was still on Dawn, too.  They had a slower start and that seems to 
have worked well for Dawn.  The perky sophomore was wrapping him with her 
legs and bucking wildly under him.  For someone with the shy start, she 
was putting quite a lot into the sex.  She got a lot out of it, too.  
They both stiffened and came together.

Emily quietly went rigid with her head thrown back and her eyes wide 
open.  She shook and shuddered all over as she felt the explosive 
pleasure.  Both boys did a few extra strokes and Shawn seemed to catch 
his orgasm a little after Emily.  The four of them relaxed gasping, 
panting and glowing.

The girl gave Emily the tampon and she put it in just a little to plug 
her bleeding vagina.  Some of the guys went "Eww" and stopped looking.  
Some were even more interested.  Some of the girls were interested, too.  
They must be virgins because they were asking how it felt to break her 
hymen and whether it still hurt.

Dawn broke away from Kelly after they wiped off and she regained her 
perkiness.

"Is he that good with you?  I think I came three times!" she started 
comparing notes with me.

"Told ya he knows how to use it.  He gives me triples, too," I answered.

Everyone started into the building when the bell rang.  The Program 
juniors were waiting in the cafeteria line by the time Dan and I went by 
them.  Brooke's remark was loud enough that I'm sure she meant for us to 
hear.

"Damn over-sexed freshmen.  Now they're spreading it to the sophomores,"  
she complained.

"You're the only one missing the fun, Brooke.  You need to give someone 
relief," Crystal answered her and smiled at us.

Brooke looked shocked when she caught Crystal's meaning and she 
whispered, "Et tu, Crystal?"

We stopped at the restrooms to take care of business and wash off better.  
Lots of girls in there had just seen us and were full of awe and 
questions.  We answered what we could, but had to get to class.

Mr. Siever checked the boys soft but still red dicks and skipped asking 
them if they needed relief.  He got right into his lecture about the 
first chapters on prehistoric times.  Emily spent most of the time 
twitching in her seat.  About a quarter of the way through class, she 
couldn't stand it any more.

"Sorry I can't wait `til after class, but I need to see the nurse," she 
asked after she raised her hand.

"Three points, young lady," he started to tease her.  "I have third 
lunch.  The faculty lounge has a great view of the courtyard and red 
liquid glistens brightly in the noonday sun.  I'm actually surprised to 
see you got to class in the first place.  Would you like someone to go 
with you to the nurse?"

Emily looked at her brother and answered, "It's a female thing, Kelly.  
Please take notes for us.  Can Pam come with?  We should be back soon."

I nodded in agreement and he said, "The paperwork forms they make the 
nurse do take longer than the rest of the class.  I may see you for study 
time or I may not."

On the way to the nurse, Emily complained about how the tampon irritated 
her sore vagina.  She needed something to ease that little pain so she 
could concentrate in class and do her best at volleyball.  The nurse is a 
large, overweight woman.  She seemed to be strongly in favor of the 
program like Mrs. Miller and Coach Reeves.  Unlike them, she keeps her 
clothes on and I'm glad.  The nurse understood immediately.  She, too, 
had third lunch and was in the faculty lounge.

"Well, the Program made a big difference for you already, didn't it 
Emily?" she asked in a friendly, understanding tone.

Emily gave her a sheepish grin and then a wince when the nurse removed 
the tampon.  The bleeding had stopped, so there wasn't any more need for 
the irritant.  The nurse cleaned Emily out then gave her as strong a dose 
of non-prescription pain medication as she could.  It should last through 
the evening and Emily should feel better in the morning.  She shouldn't 
have anything more in her vagina today to let things heal.

As Mr. Siever suggested, the paperwork was the worst part.  There were 
forms to fill out about the disposition of school medical supplies.  
Since bleeding was involved, a form was needed to report that there was 
no violence and no accident to investigate.  There was another form for 
the Program that was also concerned about harassment violations.  None of 
those applied, but the forms were needed to say so.

Also as predicted we got back to class during study time.  Emily gave 
everyone the thumbs up and thanked Mr. Siever for letting her go.  Dan 
and Kelly handed us their notes to copy.  We didn't finish by the time 
the bell rang.

"Can I keep these for a while, Dan?" I asked and Emily nodded to Kelly to 
ask the same thing by twin-telepathy.  "We need to meet anyway.  There's 
the history presentation and other stuff.  How about my house tonight at 
eight?"

"I suppose your Mom will be working again," Dan ventured.

"We wouldn't be allowed there without an adult," Emily informed me.

"Tonight is Mom's day off.  She'll be home, we'll both be naked and she 
knows everything," I informed them.

"Everything?" Dan asked with a sheepish expression.

"EVERYthing!"  I emphasized, meaning to include last night and why we'd 
postponed our encounter.

"Will I be welcome?" he worried.

"She already knew about last night when she saw you get out of your car 
this morning.  Inviting you is her idea.  She wants a closer look," I 
said.

The three of us laughed at Dan's blush then we all agreed to meet.  The 
hallway and algebra room were the usual labyrinth of requests.  Dan and 
Kelly finally got excited and erect again from all the requests to handle 
their flaccid dicks.  Quite a few curious girls took advantage of their 
state.  They were disappointed when they figured out that trying to feel 
a soft cock is self-defeating.  Emily took requests but carefully pointed 
out that she didn't want anything inside her.  She looked worried enough 
that most guys just concentrated on her luscious boobs.  They had been 
even larger than usual all day and drawing a lot of attention.

A big surprise was the attention that my boobs drew.  One boy cupped them 
the way Steve had done.  He lifted them and rubbed my nipples until they 
were hard.  I liked that and was thrilled about what came next.

"I really like the way these are jiggling today, Pam," he told me.

I jiggled?!?  I really jiggled?  I couldn't do much more than give him a 
dumb smile and simple thanks.  The requests ended and I paid attention to 
my chest as I sat in my seat.  Sure enough, waves rippled through the 
softness of my boobs when I landed.  I actually have enough breast to 
jiggle!

Ms Grisom began her class by apologizing to me as she said she'd do.  I 
thanked her and blushed.  She got into the homework problems immediately.  
How does an algebra teacher ever do that?  She called students to the 
board.  Dan was first and Kelly was second.  They each did one problem 
correctly and took their seats.  The girls in the class got more out of 
the next few examples because the students were clothed instead of being 
so distracting.  Ms Grisom got around to me and then Emily later in the 
hour.  That wasn't unusual.  Everyone got a chance and some were called 
twice.

Emily did great in front of the class.  She was quiet but held her head 
up and held her paper and the marker without clenching her hands.  She 
even made eye contact, at least with her partners.

The locker stop after algebra was quick.  I loaded everything in the bag 
and took off.  None of us wanted to be late for tryouts.  I started 
anticipating the boys' locker room again.  I was just as ready as I was 
yesterday to see all those jocks in their jocks and pulling up their 
shorts.

I turned out to be everything I expected.  We freshmen got to the gym 
last, so it was already full of boys changing as quickly as they could.  
Nobody wants to be late for tryouts - it would count against them.  The 
boys were tucking their packages in their jocks and bending over to pull 
on their shorts.  The view was wonderful.  Emily must have agreed.  She 
was all eyes, too.

One thing interrupted the boys.  They took time to touch us as we walked 
by.  Emily got to her locker in the first row before she got too much of 
that.  Mine is in the last row.  I relished every grope.  I raised my 
arms as if to take off my backpack, but really to get them out of the way 
again.  Most of the boys on the main aisle and in my locker row dragged 
their hand along my body somewhere.  It felt great.  My nipples got 
plenty of attention and popped right out.  None of the hands got inside 
my pussy, but it still got wet from all the attention to the labia and to 
my legs and ass.

I glanced at the other Program girls along the way.  They were all 
getting the attention and looked like they were enjoying it - except 
maybe Brooke.  She wasn't denying requests, but wasn't encouraging the 
touching.

Dawn was already at her locker. Well, she was standing in the middle of 
the row between the benches.  The boys around her were stroking her all 
over between efforts to change clothes and as they walked out.  She was 
shaking, shuddering, wobbling on weak knees and glowing red.  Apparently 
those boys weren't being such bastards today and she was enjoying a quiet 
orgasm from all the touching.  It also could be that she was more 
sensitive this afternoon after her sexy lunchtime with Kelly.  Her boobs 
were swollen as big as they had been then and her smile was just as big, 
too.

The last of the boys left and Dawn crashed onto the bench. Her breathing 
returned to normal and she finally started opening her locker.  I had 
already grabbed my bra, thrown my bag in and was changing shoes.

"I really see why you like this stuff.  It's so easy to get oversexed and 
just let it happen more and more," she said when she finished gasping.

"Now let's see you get your mind on volleyball," I challenged and she 
glared at me.

I wriggled into the bra and it felt strange.  It was tight all over, not 
just the band.  I looked at it and checked in the mirror.  It was full - 
full of my boobs.  I was filling those A cups to the point that they 
stretched a little and my hard nipples poked through the mesh.  The soft 
overall squeeze from the bra didn't hurt anywhere near as much as 
squeezes and pokes from boys hands.
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