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Pamela, eagerly NIS

Chapter 12.  Wednesday After Class


When we got to the gym, Dan quipped, "Have fun in the locker room."

He ducked into the girls' lockers before I could answer, "You know me.  I 
will."

Emily shrugged and we went in to see what the boys were showing.  They 
were showing plenty.  Most of them were still undressed or just pulling 
on their jocks.  The view was delicious and so were the strokes they gave 
me as I walked to my locker in the last row.  The junior and senior 
Program girls I saw along the way had hands all over them, too.  Emily 
was behind me making "Mmm" noises, so she was getting her share.

Soon there were shouts of, "Hey, bastards" and laughing boys streamed out 
of the locker room.  They had most of us excited and just abandoned us.  
Dawn wasn't having that.  She had a boy pinned against the lockers and 
was rubbing herself off on his leg.  She came with a squeal and her claws 
dug into his arms.  He finally got away and ran out of there.

Dan knew.  He had to have known.  The football team had set us up, got us 
excited and just run off.  It had to be a plan and Dan knew.  Ooh, is he 
going to get it when I see him.  The trouble is that he'll like what I'm 
planning.

The rest of us didn't have a boys leg to help us.  We had to relieve 
ourselves with our hands.  Moans and squeals came from all over the 
locker room.  From me, too.  I finally got around to putting my bra on.  
That thing was tight.  The skin of my boobs bulged out of every square of 
the mesh.  The band was barely skimming my chest in front.  It still 
worked for support, so I could do the practice.

At least today all of us got to the court at the same time.  After the 
stretching, a lap around the gym and warming up with a ball, Coach Reeves 
brought several of us together.  There were Amy, Rochelle, Brooke, 
Crystal, Melissa, Dawn and me.  Sound familiar?  We were all bottomless 
and only Emily was missing.

"I've seen all I need to of you.  You go into the small gym, set up a 
court and do drills.  Amy's in charge.  You'll get tired with such a 
small group and I need help next hour.  Amy, Rochelle and Brooke be back 
here at a quarter after four.  The rest take down the net in that gym and 
you're dismissed," the coach instructed.

"Ooh, Coach Reeves?" Crystal asked with her hand up.  "Can we work out in 
the weight room?"

"Oh.  Okay, but not alone.  You'll need at least two," Coach Reeves 
answered.

The rest of us agreed to do weight work, so that was settled.  We started 
for the equipment room to get stuff for the small gym.

"You have done well, grasshopper," Amy said to me.  "In case you don't 
get it, this is the starting varsity after we get a couple more hitters."

I made a point of counting on my fingers.  With seven of us and more 
hitters, how could this be the starting six-player team?  Amy got the 
unasked question.

"Crystal and Melissa are setters and Dawn is going to play libero, the 
defensive specialist.  They only play part of the time.  At least one of 
the setters will start and we should have another hitter.  Melissa can 
play as a hitter, but she'd get too tired," Amy explained like she knew 
Coach Reeves' mind.

Serving and hitting drills went fast with so few players.  The coach was 
right.  We wore ourselves out in that hour.  Swimming had me in great 
shape, so I showed it the least.  Amy and Rochelle could hardly jump.  
Melissa quit setting when she wanted to work on hitting.  We made one 
line on Crystal's side of the net and the drill was a little less hectic.

At the appointed time, Amy told us to start taking down the net, then she 
left with Rochelle and Brooke.  The rest of us dragged through the large 
gym carrying the net stuff and saw those girls helping to herd the rest 
of the tryouts into groups.  I asked Coach Reeves for the weight room 
key.  She pulled it off her clipboard and told me to bring it back 
personally.

"Right, Coach," I promised with what I hoped wasn't too big a smile.

I was really ready for the weights.  I had been doing some weight work 
every day over the summer - working upper and lower body muscles every 
other day.  Not so much this week.  Melissa, Dawn, Crystal and I spread 
out around the weight room and did our stuff.  I don't need the support 
of a bra for weightlifting and the others didn't think they did either.  
They must be getting comfortable in the nude, too.  All four of us 
stripped off.  After one set of pull-downs sitting on a bench, I dashed 
to the locker room for towels.  We don't want a sticky weight room, do 
we?

Melissa and Dawn looked a little pumped after a while, but they're not 
that muscular.  Crystal and I really showed how much we were getting from 
the weights.  The volleyball drills had us tired in a cardio-vascular 
way.  The weightlifting got to our muscles.  It was a great feeling after 
being away from it for a few days.

At one point, I was spotting Melissa's bench press and had a chance to 
ask her about the gagging when I tried to get Kelly's cock in my mouth.  
I can press more than Melissa weighs, but she returned the favor of 
spotting me.  That gave her a chance to answer that I should focus on 
breathing and keeping my throat passage open.  She hoped that should help 
while I'm getting used to the mouth stuff.

It was a little after five when we realized the time.  We put the weights 
on the racks, locked the room and went to shower with the boys.  The 
cross country team was there again.  The five of them weren't all matched 
with a Program girl.  They welcomed us into the shower ... well, more 
like pounced on us.  Different boys paired with us today, but the result 
was almost the same.  Girls who wanted it got off while boys washed them, 
then returned the favor with soapy hand jobs for the boys.  The `almost' 
parts were Brooke and Emily.  Brooke wasn't nearly as cold.  She even 
snuggled up to the guy who washed her.  Emily went all the way.  She got 
into the corner of the shower and invited a boy to nail her there.  She 
was delighted when he did just that.

The boys had already seen what I like to do.  The one who washed me did a 
great job with my ass and pussy.  He noticed how pumped I was from the 
weightlifting when he started rubbing me with the soap.  He noticed my 
swollen boobs with nipples popped out and aureoles puffy.  I noticed his 
erection.

His strokes got inside my pussy to my inner labia.  He dragged his finger 
over them slowly and I loved every moment of the feeling.  He slowly 
pulled back my hood and drew his whole finger slowly over my clit.  I 
screamed, bucked and wriggled.  He kept his other hand on my ass to hold 
me in his grasp.  After three of those long slow strokes I finally 
finished the orgasm and nearly collapsed.  He held me and let me lean on 
him.  He waited for his relief patiently while I recovered.

"Come on.  Let's fuck," I invited as I backed to the wall and pulled him 
to me.

I spread my legs enough to set myself at the right height for him and 
grabbed him around the shoulders.  He had me more than ready after the 
first hand job, so he was in quickly.  He had his hands at my boobs, 
playing with my puffy nipples and pinching them now and then.  He thrust 
into me slowly with a solid push at the end of each stroke.  That push 
got to my clit just right and I was soon screaming with every thrust.  
The others in the shower are used to that by now, so they just kept doing 
their own things.  

This guy had the slow thing going.  His strokes were so slow that the 
orgasm lasted a long time and felt really great.  This was a new 
technique to me - another great way of having sex.  He finally came and 
got soft soon after.  I didn't mind.  That orgasm had lasted and lasted.  
The guy got kisses and thanks and returned them all.

I used the douche bottle and Emily gladly accepted it.  We both felt 
fresh and ready after that.

"So you're with the varsity?" Emily asked when we were the last ones in 
the shower.

"That's what Amy said," I answered.

"Damn.  Do I even dare to dream?  Freshmen on varsity?" she sounded 
wistful.

I dried off quickly because I still had the weight room key and strict 
instructions to return it personally.  I wondered how personal Coach 
Reeves was going to get.

When I knocked on her office door, Coach Reeves said loudly through it, 
"Come in."

I opened the door, stepped in and announced, "Here's the weight room 
key."

She looked up at me with the expected smile, then it dropped from her 
face and she focused behind me.

"Call 911!" came from the hall behind me.  "It's Nikki.  She's out cold 
and I don't think she's breathing."

It was Miss Forester, English teacher and cheerleading coach.  My 
reflexes kicked in again.

"On it," I said as I smacked the bottom of the first aid kit on the 
coach's wall.

The kit popped out of its bracket and rang the bell.  Both teachers were 
startled.  I was out the door and heading to the wrestling room where the 
cheerleaders practice.

"Are you going to let a student ..." Miss Forester started.

"She has more training and experience with that kit than both of us 
together.  Did you know how to get it off the wall?" I heard the coach 
ask, then, "Neither did I.  Training is scheduled for this weekend."

I burst into the wrestling room in a hurry.  There was a crowd of 
students around one lying on the mat.  There was also an obstacle - 
Britney.

"What are you doing here, naked boy bitch?  We don't need any curious 
gawking freshmen," she yelled and stepped in front of me.

I swept her out of the way as hard as I could with a backhand swing.  She 
bounced off the wall.  After that my back was to her and I don't really 
care what she did or what curses she yelled.  My attention was on Nikki.  
I recognized her from the other times I had run into her with Britney.  
This time she was lying still and flat on her back.  Her color was 
turning blue.  I looked at her chest for breathing motion.  Not only was 
the breathing very shallow, her chest looked hollow.

I felt for her carotid pulse, but couldn't find any.  I thought, "Oh 
crap!" but didn't say it.

"They were breaking the pyramid," said the boy kneeling beside Nikki.  
"Britney came down on the wrong side and landed hard right on her chest."

I noticed what looked like a footprint right over Nikki's heart.  Things 
started adding up and not in a good way.  I opened the kit and got out 
the oxygen bottle and mask.

"Pull down her top," I told the boy.  "I'll have to put the defibrillator 
on her bare chest."

He started for the tank top of Nikki's leotard, but then paused and said, 
"We go out, but haven't been to second base.  I don't think she'd like 
it."

I looked him in the eye and told him, "This isn't about making out.  It's 
about bringing her back from being nearly dead.  Now strip her."

I put the oxygen mask on Nikki's face and set the respirator valve for 
lightly assisted breathing.  This valve can be adjusted everywhere from 
demand - where the user sucks from it - to full CPR where it can force 
the lungs full of oxygen.  Where I set it, it sensed her shallow 
breathing and gave her a little pressure boost to help get enough in.  
Aren't these modern devices wonderful?  Didn't have them like this ten 
years ago.

Nikki's boyfriend did get her top down by the time I unwrapped the 
defibrillator wires.  I peeled the protective covering from the 
electrodes and stuck them to Nikki where they would put the juice right 
through her heart.  The defibrillator is also an EKG.  The fibrillation 
showed up right away.  I set in what I thought was the right strength for 
a first shock and yelled the common, "Clear!"  That's not enough around 
untrained people, so I looked around to be sure nobody else would get any 
of the shock.

I mashed the button and Nikki arched up off the floor in a convulsion.  
She bounced when she landed back on the mat.  The EKG trace bounced, too.  
Her heart took the first shock and was back in business.

Things looked stable for the next minute or so.  I took one of the forms 
from the kit and started writing out what I had done under all the boxes 
for time, place, names and stuff.

"Hard impact over the heart - check footprint on clothes.
Blue color, breathing shallow, no pulse.  Applied oxygen with boost.
Attached defib.  EKG showed V.Fib.  Shocked 200 W.S. one time.
Pulse returned.  Breathing better, still on oxygen."

Nikki opened her eyes slowly and looked around.  She started to twitch 
and wince as if she was hurting.  She tried to pull off the oxygen mask, 
but her boyfriend stopped her.  I checked the EKG and gauge on the oxygen 
valve.  Her pulse and breathing were both strong.  I shut off the oxygen 
and took the mask off her.

"Aaah," she cried.  "It hurts when I breathe in too much.  I'm better 
without that.  Thanks.  How bad am I?"

"Your heart was fibrillating.  You can only live a few minutes like that.  
We'll keep this connected and watch your pulse," I told her.

Her eyes got wide at the thought that she so nearly died.  She also 
looked down at her chest - her bare chest.  She understood the 
defibrillator and smiled at her boyfriend.

"Thanks, Tommy.  I'm glad you weren't too shy to stay with me.  Am I 
gonna need chest massages?  I think I know who can give them to me," she 
was getting her spirit back.

"You won't want anybody close to your chest for a month.  That little 
pain you have now is nothing like it will feel tomorrow.  I had one rib 
like that last year.  You have maybe five separations.  When they offer 
you pain meds, take them.  I'm sorry Nikki, but you're gonna hurt," I 
said.

"That doesn't sound like good news," came from Coach Reeves behind me.  
"The principal will meet the paramedics and bring them in.  What 
happened?  What did you do?"

Miss Forester was there, too, and Nikki got right to the point, "It 
wasn't an accident.  Britney jumped on me on purpose and kicked hard when 
she landed.  Where is that bitch?"

Nikki had her fists closed and fight in her eyes.  I don't think Miss 
Forester had her comfort in mind and what she said didn't work anyway.

"Oh, Britney couldn't do such a thing.  It must have been an accident," 
the teacher said.

Nikki lost a little hope then and started crying.

"She's just your favorite," the injured girl sobbed too softly to be 
heard by the standing teachers.

I bent down as if to reach for my form, but really to whisper to Nikki, 
"There will be a real investigation.  Tell it like you saw it."

I added notes to the form.

"Patient awake, lucid, aware.  Removed oxygen.
Complains of chest pain when breathing deeply.
Check contusions on chest and displaced ribcage."

I showed the form to the teachers.  Coach Reeves got it and her mouth 
dropped open.  Someone had almost died in her PE department.  Miss 
Forester didn't feel the same.  I think she didn't know what the notes 
meant.  She was just aggravated that her practice was interrupted and was 
now taken over by a Program girl.

I took back the form and made one addition.  I checked the box marked 
"Investigate violence" to get the case passed to the police for that 
investigation I promised.  I wrapped the straps attached to the form 
around Nikki's forearm.

"This has to go with you so they'll know how I found you and what I did.  
This way they can yell at me if I did anything wrong," I explained.

"Anybody who yells at Pam will face me ... when I feel better," 
threatened Nikki and the whole cheerleading squad took note.

"Thank you, Pam," from Coach Reeves sounded deeply sincere and so did 
thanks from Tommy.

Principal Carlson interrupted that but not until my blush had spread to 
my puffy boobs again.  He brought a pair of paramedics I know.  They took 
over and the first thing they did was read the form.

"Whew," whistled one of them.  "That was close, young lady.  Be glad 
these kits are around and people know how to use them.  The school office 
called your Mom.  She'll meet you at the hospital.  Do you want the ride 
with siren or without?"

Nikki tried to laugh, but couldn't.  The joke was almost a distraction 
from the pain when they lifted her onto their stretcher.  She winced a 
lot and a tear ran down her cheek.  That girl's gonna hurt a lot, but her 
life's not in danger now.  The paramedics pulled the electrodes off 
Nikki's chest and put their own on.  They'll watch her all the way to the 
hospital and be ready for any trouble.

One paramedic wheeled her out and the other punched me on the arm when 
she said, "Way to go, Pam.  Another good save."

I know what follows emergency calls and ambulances in this town - TV 
reporters.  It was after five thirty anyway.  I said goodbye to the 
disappointed Coach Reeves and tried to get away.  The plan was to zip 
into the locker room, get my stuff then dash out the gym door and across 
the football field.  No such luck.  One of the office secretaries was 
bringing Ramona Sanchez and her cameraman down the hall and it was too 
late.  It was too late for Nikki, too.  I don't think she got her boobs 
covered before they took a shot of her being wheeled by.  

Mr. Carlson came up behind me and said, "They want interviews about this.  
It's permitted at school as long as I'm here.  I'll run interference for 
you if you want to duck out."

"They know where I go next to work.  They could catch me.  Besides, I'm 
feeling kinda proud right now.  May as well get it over with," I 
answered.

The emergency drew a crowd of cheerleaders, football and volleyball 
players.  They lined the hall and spilled into the wrestling room and 
gym.  They stuck around for the TV production.  Mr. Carlson gathered 
Coach Reeves and Miss Forester and we stood together.

Ms Sanchez started by introducing herself to me, shaking hands and 
asking, "We've been trying to talk to you since Monday morning.  Do you 
have a little time?"

Her manner was not like her reputation.  I thought she was being 
particularly nice.  Maybe having such a big audience was keeping her on 
her best behavior.  It was like her reputation to ignore people she wasn't 
interested in.  This time she was talking only to me.

"I have to be at the pool by ten to six, so we have a few minutes," I 
answered.

She nodded to her cameraman and started, "Pam Fionda has been making news 
all week and just did it again.  Pam, the story is that you've done a 
rescue a day this week.  Is that so?"

"Well, there were those two guys Monday morning and a girl bumped her 
head in deep water last night.  They needed help getting out of the 
water, but they were easy and they're all fine now.  Today's scared me," 
I answered.

"Tell us what happened and what you did, please," she prompted.

Mr. Carlson turned to Coach Reeves just then, stepped away and pointed at 
instructions in the first aid kit, saying, "Donna, could you please call 
this number and get them to send over a fresh oxygen bottle.  They 
replace those any time they're used.  We don't want any empty ones."

I had to watch that I didn't say any accusation, especially with the 
principal distracted and only the English teacher with me.

"One of the cheerleaders got hurt when she jumped down from a pyramid.  I 
didn't see it, but she took a blow right over her heart.  That can mess 
up the rhythm and it did for her.  I gave her oxygen and a shock with a 
defibrillator to get her heart started again," I explained briefly enough 
to make a good sound bite.

"Do you think you're qualified to do those things?" she asked pointedly.

This is a little closer to her reputation as a reporter trying to make a 
name for herself to get beyond our small city.  I robbed her of a 
potential issue when I told the truth.

"Well, I'm trained for them for lifeguarding and the city says I'm 
qualified.  I'm confident in that training - even more now that it worked 
so well," I answered.

"The other story is about the Naked in School Program.  How's that 
working for you?" she asked.

Miss Forester stomped away.

"Like my outfit?" I asked modeling my nakedness.  "It's turned into a lot 
of fun.  I was naked all summer, so I'm used to being exposed.  The other 
parts of the Program, like reasonable requests, showers with boys and 
relief in class, make it so much fun.  The rest of these students will 
know what I mean by the end of the year."

The cameraman had been getting me from the waist up.  When I modeled, he 
scanned me up and down, front and back.  From what I just saw on the 
news, he had close-up perspective set on his lens.  He spent the most 
time on my bare, bald and recently fucked pussy.  Did I mind?  No.  I 
held the pose there with my legs apart as long as he wanted.

I checked around behind me.  Dan was the only other naked student around.  
He came up beside me and took my hand.  He was sooo sweet.  He also must 
have had a good time in the shower because his penis was soft, relaxed 
and still good looking.  He got a little share of the camera action, but 
only a little as you'd expect from a straight man.  None of the other 
Program participants were daring to show themselves with a TV camera 
around.  Once on Monday was plenty for them.

"This is Dan Allen, one of my Program partners," I introduced.

"Mmm," Ms Sanchez expressed more appreciation of Dan than the cameraman 
did.  "Pam, tell me what you think of the notion that the Program is 
corrupting students."

"It isn't corruption," I declared.  "How could being comfortable with our 
bodies, reactions and sexuality be called corrupt?  The Program is 
working to dispel a lot of the corruption that comes with shame and 
repression.  Other countries are so far ahead of us in that.  With the 
Program working only on highschool students, it'll take a long time to 
catch up."

That was a provocative question, too.  That must be her pattern - an easy 
one followed by one that searches deeper.  It was nice of her to let me 
answer.  Let's see if she wants that answer on the air or edited out.

Ms Sanchez thanked me, Dan and the principal then hurried her report back 
to the station for the news show at six.

I gave Dan a kiss and told him, "This redeems you for not warning us 
about that ambush in the locker room.  You're lucky.  I had a terrible 
revenge planned."


Chapter 13.  Wednesday Evening


I left for the pool.  On the way, I phoned Mom at home and asked her to 
TIVO the news.  I really wanna know how much of that gets on.

"What's special tonight, Pam?" she was curious.

"Watch it for yourself and TIVO it," I laughed through my revenge on her 
for Monday.

At the pool, I went to the office to clue Sgt. Washington that Ms Sanchez 
finally caught me.  No Sgt. Washington.  Where he had been working since 
the pool complex opened there was now a younger, bigger and much cuter 
officer.

"Hi.  I'm Pam.  I do lifeguarding," I introduced myself.

"I'll bet that's not all you do.  I'm Sid Moore," he confirmed his 
nametag.

I giggled at his joking and played along, "Why, Officer Moore, whatever 
do you mean?"

He answered, "Sgt. Washington and the director gave me quite a briefing 
on the rules, procedures and characters around this place.  Your name 
came up ... a lot."

"I'm doomed.  You couldn't have heard anything good," I kept it up.  

"It was all good, but they got one thing wrong.  You really do have 
boobs.  So, you're fourteen?" he didn't waste time.

"Yep.  Fourteen, legal, naked and looking for cute guys ... like Sgt. 
Washington,"  I led him on, then teased.  "Where is he?"

"They finally accepted that he's recovered from being shot.  He's on 
regular duty now.  I'm the next one who needs light duty," he explained 
with a roll of his eyes.

I didn't know Sgt. Washington was recovering, let alone from being shot.  
I thought he just pulled rank to get the cushy job.  I have to admit that 
the pool is light duty for a cop most of the time.

"Can I ask what you're recovering from?  Shot?" I asked more seriously.

"I was undercover and it got blown.  The druggies beat me pretty badly.  
I'm mostly recovered, but not in shape after sitting around for months," 
he told me.

"Ooh.  Poor baby.  What workout are you doing?  You don't look that bad," 
I asked him.

"I could do weight work for my upper body, but my legs are just getting 
back in shape now.  I have to do a lot of cardio work to pass the 
physical for normal duty," he explained.

I was giving him my best, friendliest come-on smile and mentally putting 
my tongue into the open smile he was showing when ...

"There's Pam already," came from the enthusiastic voice of Caitlin.

Mrs. Dr. Switerlitz, Cass and Caitlin had arrived dressed in normal 
clothes, not swimsuits.  Officer Moore and I said how nice it was to meet 
each other and I left his office.

"Dad was called back to the hospital.  Something about a cardiac arrest 
at Lincoln.  Do you know anything?"  Cass asked.  "Hope it wasn't Mr. 
Siever.  He keeps saying how the Program kids get his heart racing."

I told them about Nikki as we walked to the lounge.  Cass was relieved 
about Mr. Siever, but said "Eww" about Nikki.  

When the doctor started getting needles out of her bag, Cass said, "Umm 
... With Dad not here, we thought we'd skip the swimsuits and put our 
clothes in a locker.  I'll just go change.  See you in the pool."

"Ooh.  Here.  Put mine in the locker, too," Caitlin yelled.

She peeled off her t-shirt, shoes, shorts and underwear.  She threw them 
at Cass, not to her - at her.  The youngster then got the alcohol and 
cotton to wipe my arm.

She looked me in the eye and said, "Thank you for helping me yesterday, 
Pam.  After the story about today, I really feel safe with you around."

"I feel safe with you sterilizing my arm, too, Caitlin.  When are you 
gonna be ready to draw blood?"  I asked her.

"After I quit breaking the needle when I try it in oranges.  I'm only 
eleven," she said quietly.

Dr. Switerlitz drew the blood and took measurements.

"Mmm-Hmm," she said cryptically.  "Caitlin, one thing you'll learn when 
you're a doctor is to give patients their privacy.  That's what we're 
going to need for a while."

Caitlin looked hurt for a moment, then brightened when her Mom said, "You 
go tease Cass."

The youngster's face lit up and she ran out yelling, "Hey, Cass.  Are you 
naked yet?"

"No runni..." I was too late to tell her, knowing how easy it is to 
forget.

"That's quite some growth for one day, Pam.  There's noticeable erectile 
tissue in your aureoles.  Have they been puffy?" She asked.

"Yes.  All the stuff that normally makes my nipples hard made them puff 
out today," I answered.

"The other thing is general growth in your breast tissue.  It measures at 
the large end of the A-cup range.  That's an amazing growth if you take 
that measurement alone.  If you consider the breast tissue you started 
the spurt with, it's a smaller percentage.  I think we found the reasons 
for both your spurts," she started to explain.

She said a lot of technical terms I don't know and it took some questions 
before I understood.  She got my older blood tests and even talked to Dr. 
Greenbaum about me during the day.  It seems I had a good estrogen 
hormone balance when I started puberty and got my period.  This last year 
that balance changed and the change was dramatic in the summer.  I had a 
high level of testosterone - male hormone.  Some of that is normal in a 
growing girl and it's even necessary.  I had a lot.  It's responsible for 
my vertical spurt.  With all the swimming, karate and weight training 
this summer, it's also responsible for all these muscles and the thin 
skin over them.

Yesterday's blood sample shows the reverse hormone balance.  The 
estrogen's back and I'm getting the boobs to prove it.  Dr. Switerlitz 
says my estrogen levels are so high that I can expect big body changes.  
I'll keep all the bone structure, be tall and have these spectacular 
shoulders.  The muscle bulk and definition?  Not so much.  If I keep up 
my activities and training, I'll be just as strong.  My muscles will be 
more dense and not so big.  I'll put on some skin thickness and look 
softer and smoother.  With less muscle and thicker skin, I'll probably 
stay about the same size but weigh less.  Muscle weighs four times as 
much as fat, you know.

I'll have boobs, too.  She said breast growth takes from weeks to years.  
Since I've had my period for a couple of years, I'm probably near the end 
of breast development.  That means I may have had my years already and 
I'll get what I'm gonna get in weeks.  She also said that I'm growing at 
a fast rate and that I could get real big in those weeks ... or I could 
quit growing tomorrow.  That's what she's studying and why she wants to 
keep studying me.

I ended the whole conversation with, "So I'll actually look like a girl?  
Only one girl in school was mean enough to say it, but I know I look like 
a boy.  You're saying that's because I had the hormones of a boy for a 
while and now I'll get to be a girl."

"You got it, Pam," she confirmed.  "I'm wondering if there were any other 
effects of your hormone balance.  Here's where we get personal.  Do you 
prefer boys or girls?"

"Boys!" I stated emphatically.  "All my dreams and fantasies are about 
boys and I have the greatest times with them.  I am experimenting, 
though.  I know how to please a woman and what it feels like to be with 
one.  I may keep experimenting for a while, but I really like it with 
boys."

"Okay.  There hasn't been any indication of correlation there between 
hormone levels at your age and sexual orientation, but I'm looking at 
everything," she said.  "Thanks for participating.  I hope you get 
something out of it, at least this explanation.  Right now, you have to 
work and I have to rescue Cass."

She was right.  It was nearly six.  I got right to the outdoor pools and 
waved to Mr. Schwartz.  He was doing the chemical checks.  I put the sign 
by the baby pool and got into my chair just in time.  There was no need 
to hurry, though.  The pool was empty.  The Switerlitz family came out a 
few minutes later and were my only swimmers for the first half hour.  It 
was a slow, uneventful hour - just what lifeguards wish for.

I went home at seven to one of Mom's best meals - stuffed pork chops, 
potatoes au gratin and asparagus.  I told her the whole day while she 
finished fixing supper and we were eating.

"I think you'll like the news report, Pam.  A lot of that got on the air.  
You can play it back or wait for eleven o'clock," she said when we were 
finished.

"I'll do my homework first and play the TIVO if they don't have much of 
me at eleven," I decided.

She gave me a quick little kiss and a long, big smile.  I think she likes 
the kind of week I'm having.

The history reading and questions took about twenty minutes and the 
algebra took another ten.  I still had some pictures to take for art.  I 
went to Mom and asked to use her camera.

"Oh, yeah.  Something came for you today.  Messenger delivered it.  
There, in the corner," she pointed out a metal briefcase-size box mostly 
hidden behind a big chair.

I looked at her with an unspoken "For me?" then got the box and plunked 
down in the middle of the floor with it.  There was a tag on the handle 
that told the combination.  I punched in that combination and opened the 
box.  It held a camera, a bunch of lenses, a flash attachment and a 
folded tripod.  I don't think I moved even to close my mouth.  I just 
stared at that stuff.

It happened again, obviously.  Mom had called Dad about a camera for me.  
She did that about a computer last year when I got serious.  Dad had a 
top-of-the-line monster delivered the next day.  I'll never live it down 
if any of those gamer geeks in the computing club find out how much 
machine I have.  Now it's the same with a camera.  This one looks 
completely professional.  I looked through the case for instruction books 
and stuff.  They were in a compartment in the lid along with a copy of 
the invoice.  Is Nikon a good brand?  Who in their right mind would give 
a highschool freshman a $18000 professional camera outfit?

I looked up at Mom who was beaming this huge smile at me.  Yes, she and 
Dad are in their right minds, but I still think this is one of their 
occasional lapses.  I got up and gave Mom thanks and a big kiss.  I think 
that's when I finally closed my mouth.

I went into the instructions.  This thing has 36 megapixels, uses 16 
gigabyte memory cards, can take eight full size pictures a second and 
does all the expected automatic exposure and focus.  I went through 
enough of the book to learn how to handle it, where to put in memory 
cards, how to attach lenses and how to make basic settings.  I tried a 
fully automatic picture of Mom.  Even with no flash, it came out okay.  I 
don't think she liked the composition, though.  I was at lap level looking 
right up her pussy.  I learned how to dump unwanted pictures from the 
memory.

I read more and tried things.  I connected the camera to the Firewire 
port on my computer so I could upload the pictures and see them on a big 
screen.  Uploading went faster than for Ginger at the faire.  I wonder if 
it's the camera or the computer.  I suspect both.

I checked all the lenses and some combinations of the settings.  I 
discovered how to vary the lens opening and exposure times to compensate 
for each other.  I also found out how spotty the picture gets when I ask 
the camera to be too sensitive.

I had two more things to do.  First was to call Dad with more thanks.  
The other was to set up a scene and take comparative pictures for the 
homework.  I was just reaching for the phone when it rang.  I answered it 
instantly.

"Do you sit by the phone or are you telepathic?" Dan asked from the other 
end.

"I'll leave that as a mystery," I teased.  "Really, I was just ready to 
make a call.  It can wait.  `Sup?"

"How's your homework coming?" he asked in a way I hoped meant his was 
done.

"Close to done.  Yours?" I returned.

"All done.  Would you like to get together?  I'm starting to like 
evenings in your bed," he said.

"I really like evenings with you in me ... in my bed ... oh, you know.  
Come right over.  You're just what I need to finish the homework," I 
invited.

"What about your Mom?" he asked.

"Hey, Mom?  Is it okay if Dan comes over?" I yelled.

Mom came close and said loud enough for Dan to hear, "That's a great 
idea, especially if I get to see him naked again."

"I think she can be persuaded," I reported to Dan who just laughed.

I called Dad while Dan was on his way.  I was all about thanks and how he 
shouldn't have gone that far.  He was all about treating me right and 
being as much a part of my life as he could.  He had me crying over how 
nice I have it, but I don't think he heard that in my voice.

I put the camera on the tripod and lined it up with the big chair I 
wanted Dan to sit in.  The homework calls for changing exposure things 
for one scene.  I got some more lamps and set them to the sides without 
shades.  That was supposed to give enough light for a good range of 
exposures without setting too much sensitivity in the camera.  Mom sat 
back on the couch and just watched me.

Dan arrived in good time.  I think it was just for Mom that he showed up 
at the door naked.  It was after nine thirty and dark outside, so he 
probably didn't offend anyone.  He certainly didn't offend Mom or me.  I 
may have offended Mom by kissing him and blocking her view.  Dan's dick 
got hard while we kissed and rose up between my legs.  I felt it pressing 
up under my pussy and wedged between my legs at the back.  I wonder what 
view Mom got of that.

When we broke the hug, his hard dick slipped out from between my legs, 
swung up and slapped him in the six pack.  Mom came over and gave him a 
hug.  Yes, this was another of those Program hugs intended to feel his 
erection between them.

"Mmm," she made appreciative noises, then said, "Welcome back, Dan.  
C'mon in and sit there while Pam explains her homework thing to both of 
us."

Mom pointed to the chair where I wanted him and Dan dutifully sat.  I 
explained the homework and said it should take only a few minutes to go 
through the set of exposure variations.  Dan sat without covering 
anything and smiled at me.  No, he didn't just smile at the camera.  He 
followed me around the room while I turned on all the extra lamps.

The first picture was just what I wanted and I'll keep it forever, but it 
wasn't quite right for the homework.  These pictures were likely to be 
projected to the art class and I wanted them to be artistic in the way 
the photography club had made the pictures of me.  Dan was just a little 
too provocative with that huge erect cock sticking up.  Of course, I know 
how to take care of that.  I went to the chair, sat in his lap and 
grabbed the offending member.

"This makes the pictures Program-like and raunchy.  I'll show you the one 
I just took so you can see what I mean.  I think a more relaxed Dan would 
work better for the homework.  Let's fuck first," I explained.

I don't think I can shock Mom, but she did appear surprised that I was so 
open and blunt in front of her.  Dan's reaction was exactly what I 
wanted.  He wrapped my whole body in his arms, pulled me into another 
kiss and stood up carrying me.

He broke the kiss on the way past Mom to say, "Excuse us Ms Fionda.  
We'll be back after the screaming stops."

Mom laughed.  I tried to laugh, but Dan put his tongue back in my mouth.  
My legs went around his waist and I started nibbling at the head of his 
cock with my labia.  By the time we got to my bed, I was running wet.  
That's not enough with Dan, so we stopped the passion-building to apply 
lube jelly.

Dan lay on his back and presented his cock for me to stretch on.  That 
went slowly as usual.  I didn't put on enough pressure to make anything 
hurt.  I worked him into me and got more and more of the constant sexy 
feelings he gives me.  When he was all the way in, I leaned forward and 
started wriggling.  I was almost to the screaming stage when I had a 
better idea.

"Let's roll over.  I really like you pounding it into me," I suggested.

We stayed coupled and switched positions.  He had his hands on my chest 
squeezing and rubbing my boobs.  I was squeezing his ass in my legs.  He 
thrust into me and I started the screaming.  I let the screaming, 
wriggling and bucking go - didn't try to hold any of that back.  One of 
the things about sex with Dan is that I can't tell if there are lots of 
climaxes or just one huge orgasm.  Whichever, it was great again.  He 
kept me in that state after he came until his softening dick popped out 
of me.

The wild screaming passion was replaced by the warm peaceful glow.  
Another great thing about Dan is that he cuddles.  We stayed together on 
the bed in each others' arms.

"These are really getting good, Pam.  I just don't want to let go," he 
said looking at his hand stroking my boob.

He squeezed and wiggled that boob making it do things it couldn't do just 
two days ago.  I smiled and encouraged him to enjoy himself.  I was sure 
enjoying it.  Between the growth and swelling, there was something there 
for him to squeeze.  I like the attention, feeling feminine and the sexy 
tingling.  Hope those boobs got the idea and will keep growing.

"C'mon.  Shower, then we can get the pictures," I prodded when the glow 
wore off.

He got off me and led me to the bathroom by the hand.  We were all smiles 
for each other as we washed and dried.  I didn't try to make the shower 
sexy.  I wanted him soft and relaxed.  He was still fixated on my chest, 
but I made him keep his hands off.  He got in a few kisses and licks, 
though.

When we got downstairs, we found that Mom had turned off the extra lamps 
and disappeared.  I glanced at the camera and wondered what more mischief 
she could be up to.

Dan sat again and I turned on all the lamps.  The sex had made two 
differences in Dan.  Of course, his penis was softly, gracefully dangling 
over his balls to the seat of the chair.  His smile was also relaxed and 
casually friendly.  No more of the come-on eagerness of an excited 
teenager.  The model part of the homework pictures was perfect.

I made camera adjustments and took a series of pictures with different 
combinations.  The same series with some of the lamps off used different 
lens or shutter settings.  The point of the homework is to notice what 
differences those make.

Dan helped me put all those lamps back where they belong, then we got 
drinks from the refrigerator.  We plopped on the couch, sipped the drinks 
and told compliments to each other.  Yep, he made me blush and did some 
of the same himself.

"Ooh!  News," I said at nearly eleven.

I switched on the set and we checked out our naked selves on TV.  They 
left in the whole interview.  My answers to the provocative questions 
seemed just right.  The modeling included Dan's gorgeous dick and my 
gorgeous everything.  I think they did trim the cameraman's dwelling on 
my pussy.

"Thanks again for the support," I said with a kiss after the newscast 
moved away from our story.  "Wanna fuck again?"

"Yes, but tomorrow," he answered.  "Remember the history presentation 
rehearsal at my place.  You might stay there late or it might be when I 
bring you back here.  That's when I'll definitely want another piece of 
this awesome girl."

He wrapped me in another hugging kiss that lasted a long time.  My arms 
stayed up on his shoulders where I got good handfuls of his muscles.  His 
hands strayed around to my chest and made my boobs feel great again.  He 
started getting hard again, but broke the embrace before I could exploit 
him.  That turned into our goodnight kiss.

He left naked and I could tell he was hurrying to his car.  I took the 
camera to my room and uploaded all the pictures.  I only erased the one 
where Dan was hard.  The rest will go to school in the camera.  I tried 
the photo-oriented programs that came with the computer.  None had any 
real ability to process the pictures.  I'll need something for that.  I 
emailed copies of pictures with and without hardon so Dan could see the 
difference.  I mentioned the smiling expression, too.  I hope he gets 
that he did exactly what I needed for the artistic pictures.

I curled up in bed with the camera's instruction book.  I got to sleep 
before I got to anything interesting in it.



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