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Pamela, eagerly NIS

Chapter 16.  Thursday After Class


I found the other coaches and passed along Coach Reeves' message.  I 
expected to find Amy in the boys' locker room and have some fun getting 
to her.  That's the way it went.  There was the usual view of most of the 
football team changing clothes.  I was a little late, so there weren't 
very many still naked.  They were still interested in running their hands 
along me as I went by.  I gave them all encouraging smiles and little 
wiggles when they did something particularly exciting.

I went into Amy's row of lockers and got strokes from the guys there 
while I filled her in on Coach Reeves' message.  There were more of the 
boys' hands all the way to the last row where my locker is.  Dawn had 
four guys rubbing her off.  She came just about when I got there and 
thanked those guys profusely.

"This is a hell of a lot better than yesterday.  You were really bastards 
then," she said.

"We're trying to make up for it," said one guy, then to me, "Sorry, Pam.  
You're a little late.  Maybe we can make it up to you after practice?"

The football team all left.  I was thrilled by all the touching, but not 
excited to distraction.  I changed shoes quickly and tried to put on the 
bra.  Eww.  Soft parts of my boobs squished out all around the cups.  
There were bulging blobs of boob under the band, out both sides of the 
cups and at the top where the straps started.  The cups were packed full 
and the whole bra rode out away from my chest.  I bounced on my heels and 
my whole chest bounced like one big boob.  The bra was squeezing me in 
but not really holding anything up.  I had to stay with it or not play.  
I was gonna play.

I noticed a trend I'd missed with all that time in the small gym and 
dressing with the boys.  A lot of girls were going bottomless.  Even more 
were wearing fishnet bras like mine.  I heard comments about getting used 
to the exposure they were going to get in the team uniforms.  Jennie and 
a couple of others with Program experience or very good attitudes were 
the obvious ring leaders.

There were boys lining the bleachers, too.  Some would cheer for their 
girlfriends.  Some must not have been anyone's boyfriend because they 
ogled everyone equally.  A small group of the boys was taunting some 
players including Tania.  The objects of the taunting were the girls' 
shorts.  One girl shook her head.  Another flipped her middle finger at 
the boys.  Tania dropped her shorts, threw them at her boyfriend and 
shook her tail as she walked onto the court.  The head shaker and finger 
flipper turned bright red, but they did follow Tania's lead and let their 
boyfriends hold their shorts, too.

All the program girls joined the group being put through their paces by 
Amy and Rochelle.  They took us through warmup and then started a ball-
handling drill.  It was another competitive thing where players got in 
line on two sides of the net.  One hit the ball over and only the first 
in line on the other side could try for it.  If she got it, she went to 
the back of the line.  If not, she was out.  It got down to Crystal and 
Dawn on one side against Melissa and me on the other.  We ran each other 
ragged, but nobody would dare miss.  Amy finally called a halt to it.

"Some of you are better than the others," she said to all the ones trying 
out.  "The trouble is that you think that's all you need.  You're only 
trying to make a team.  These girls just showed the work, guts and skill 
you have to put into it to have a winning team.  Now show that stuff 
yourselves.

"You four stay out and help me yell at them."

Coach Reeves arrived then.  She'd heard Amy and gave an approving smile.  
This group is trying for varsity.  The juniors who don't make it will be 
on the JV.  The seniors who don't make it are cut.

The coach took me aside and asked, "I want you to help Miss Forester, 
please.  The cheerleaders are going to need a positive outlook today.  
Get the Sportech uniform catalog and fit samples and spend a few minutes 
encouraging them all, including Miss Forester.  I want you in the small 
gym pretty soon, so keep it to about ten minutes."

Then she reached her finger into the gap under the band of my bra, pulled 
it and snapped me.

"I know it'll be tight, but see if the 38B top works better than this," 
she advised.

The snap made me feel like doing so much more to her, but kept my 
response to a, "Yes, ma'am."

She gave me the office key from her clipboard.  I got the stuff and left 
my bra in there.  Miss Forester was waiting by the office with strangely 
red eyes.  I carried the box of samples.  She took the catalog and 
started looking through it right away.

On our way to the wrestling room, she explained, "I've been informed that 
the cheerleaders will need a Program-friendly uniform or they'll have to 
perform nude all the time.  The school has already decided that support 
and protection are needed.  The result is that there won't be any 
cheerleaders unless we can come up with a good uniform.

"They have to practice naked in the meantime.  That's where Donna ... 
Coach Reeves thinks you can help.  Let them know they can survive it ... 
and me, too."

She found the page with all the coaches' marks on it and asked, "Do you 
think the same uniform you're using would work for cheerleaders?"

"The shorts work for guys and I don't think anyone will mind them being 
topless," I answered.  "Our shorts and tops are fairly close to the 
traditional outfits for volleyball and basketball, but they just don't 
say `short, flippy skirt' to me.  I think there has to be something 
better for the girls."

"Yeah.  I see what you mean," she agreed.

We got into the room.  There were the boys on one side and girls on the 
other, facing away from each other and stripping.  They all put their 
hands where they would cover the most important stuff.  Only the bravest 
looked over their shoulders at the opposite sex.  Miss Forester turned 
her back on everyone and started shaking.  She wasn't gonna help anyone.  
Her boobs usually sway with her every step or turn.  This time she was 
shaking so badly that her boobs quivered constantly.

Things were too calm even with the nervous strippers.  There was 
something missing - something that I expected and even dreaded about this 
session.  Britney.  There was no Britney.  I shrugged that off and didn't 
really miss her.

Heather came over to me, tried to smile and said, "I hate this!"

She had her arms crossed in front of her with one hand holding each boob.  
Her pussy and the thin strip of hair above it were totally uncovered.

"How did you think cheerleaders were gonna do it?" I chided.  "Haven't 
you seen all those stories about naked cheerleading at all those other 
schools?  Haven't you seen all those college games on TV?"

"Yes ... and we've seen all their fallen boobs.  Miss Forester said we 
wouldn't have to do any of that.  Now look ..." she whined.

They were all stripped by then, so I took the box of uniforms to the 
middle of the wrestling ring.

"Hey, y'all," I got their attention.  "While Miss Forester is trying to 
look up a good uniform style for cheerleaders, we're gonna do two 
things."

Heather had been right this morning.  The cheerleaders seemed to accept 
me, especially after yesterday.  At least I was someone as naked as they 
were.  They took a little courage from me then.  Some of them even turned 
around, but they all kept their hands in strategic places.

"First we're going to break the ice, then we'll start getting sizes for 
uniforms.  That should make it quick to get something that you're 
comfortable in.  Okay, everyone get around the wrestling ring," I 
instructed.  "Facing in."

The cheerleaders slowly took places where they could see almost all of 
each other.  I put the box of samples down.

"Now, overhead pom-pom shake," I said and demonstrated a position that 
left nothing hidden.

The shaking had all their jiggly stuff jiggling, too.  Nobody found it 
sexy because they were all so nervous about themselves.

"Keep your hands up ... and keep your eyes open.  Get used to how your 
whole team looks and get comfortable with how you feel," I said.

I took the uniform samples out of the box and separated them by size.  I 
found the 38B top and demonstrated how it goes.  The band was tight, but 
Coach Reeves was right about it working better than my way-too-small bra.  
I could even stuff my whole boobs into the cups.  The cups were flatly 
full after they spread to cover my wide boobs.  I showed off the wide 
mesh that let a whole puffy nipple out on each side.  I held up the 
shorts.  All the cheerleaders understood what was Program-friendly about 
these uniforms.  They figured out why they'd have to get use to each 
other and to being exposed.

I had them start trying on stuff and got a sheet of paper from Miss 
Forester for them to write their sizes.  I had them stay around the 
circle facing each other.

Miss Forester had found some things Sportech was trying to sell for 
cheerleaders.  Boys' shorts and girls tops were like our sport uniforms 
because cheerleaders need as much support as we do.  One girls' skirt had 
vertical strings hanging from a waistband with a bead at the bottom of 
each string.  The strings went down far enough to cover the pussy, but 
not all the ass, of a girl standing still and straight.  Another skirt 
was loose and was made of the kind of wide mesh in the top and shorts.  
Neither skirt had anything under it.

"You okay now?" I asked, patting Miss Forester on the back and looking 
over her shoulder.  "Ooh.  I like the stringy one.  It teases a little 
then emphasizes the way cheerleaders are always in motion."

She was looking at the cheerleaders with wide eyes and was still shaking 
a little.  I had expected her to react to that overly-familiar touch, but 
she didn't do any more than nod.  She was ready to take over there, so I 
went back to volleyball wearing the 38B top.

That's when the B hit me.  I looked down at my boobs filling those cups.  
Of course, so much of them was filled by muscle, but there was more 
evidence that I'm growing.

I went to the small gym where they had already set up a court.  Emily and 
a few others had joined the group and we could play six-on-six after I 
got there.  Amy started us working on the formations and coverage 
assignments the varsity used last year.  Coach Reeves might make changes 
for the different players and skills this year, but this was a good 
starting point.

"Watch and learn, grasshopper.  You'll have to call defensive signals 
when I'm not in.  Learn well and learn quickly," Amy said to me.

She had me start in the back row where I already know most of the stuff.  
As the middle blocker, she would call signals when she wanted anything 
other than a standard double block with floor coverage.  She got across 
where my coverage responsibilities are mostly by pushing me there.  She 
didn't have to do that very many times at all.  She had to propel me into 
the right double and triple blocks a couple of times, but I picked up the 
principles quickly enough.  By the end of the session, I was staying with 
her.

Emily was on the other side of the net getting similar lessons, but for 
the outside hitter position from Rochelle.

Coach Reeves came in near the end of practice.  She went to Amy and 
raised an eyebrow.  Amy pointed at me.

"Okay, pack in this net and hit the shower," the coach announced to 
everyone.  "After your shower, Amy and Pam see me in my office."

"You have done well again, grasshopper," Amy complimented me.

As we dragged the net stuff through the big gym, we heard the coaches 
breaking bad news to the ones being cut.  There were tears and there were 
sighs of relief.  Everyone who made it will find out which team they made 
at the pep rally tomorrow.

We showered with the cross country team again ... all five of the boys 
who aren't in the Program.  Kelly has over 40 girls in the other shower 
with him this time.  Melissa, Crystal and now Emily are loyal to their 
boyfriends and don't let the boys get any more than a reasonable request.  
I was under strict orders not to have sex, but Dan wasn't there.  Two of 
the boys were going without.  Brooke took sympathy on one of them and 
finally had good sex in the shower.  

I took care of the other one.  There was no preliminary washing.  He got 
me against the wall and went right at it.  For once, I would rather have 
had some preliminaries.  He hurt me a little, but then my pussy caught up 
with him.  We both got off well enough, but just once.  I spent a minute 
explaining foreplay and arousal to that guy.  I recommended that he see 
the biology tapes as soon as they got to his class.

We dried off.  Most of the Program girls went to the front to dress.  Amy 
and I went to Coach Reeves' office.  Amy knew what was going on and just 
smiled.  I could hardly hold in the curiosity.  Coach Reeves was ready 
for us and had us both sit.

"Amy is our team captain this year, as if you couldn't guess," the coach 
announced.  "She was the understudy last year.  She got to pick her 
understudy for this year, Pam, and that's you."

"Cool.  Thanks," I responded.

"This way I won't have to worry whether there's someone around who can 
yell at people," Amy said with a smirk.  "Really, you can be a student 
leader for years and I can't see anyone else who could do it."

"Crystal?" I ventured.

"Yes, she is quite a leader on the court as a setter should be," said 
Coach Reeves.  "I want our setters thinking about the tactics of each 
offensive play.  Someone else, as captain, should be thinking 
strategically.  This meeting is to fill you in on what I'm thinking about 
the team makeup and get some feedback on players' roles."

She went into the middle blocker position first, "Amy has skills and 
experience to start at middle.  We're strongest with her in front and you 
in the back row on defense, probably serving.  When Amy rotates to the 
back row and loses her serve, Dawn will replace her.  I'm expecting you 
to play front and back, Pam.  Dawn will be in for someone else when Amy 
is in the front row.  You and Dawn are the core of our defense.  I expect 
one of you to take every serve and most of the digs."

She went into the seniors Alison and Marie as reserve setter and middle.  
They have experience, but the starters are better players.  Crystal and 
Melissa have both impressed everyone as setters.  They're also great 
defenders.  The coach went into the complicated backup arrangement where 
Melissa could be used as a hitter or defender and Alison would be the 
second setter.  Melissa can also set from the front row without hurting 
our blocking strength.  She'll get stuck in the game if the team ever 
runs out of substitutions.

Brooke, Rochelle and two other seniors are the starting hitters.  That 
brought up Emily.

"Our last spot is going to be a reserve hitter.  We're deeper there than 
at middle so we don't really need a freshman.  It's that the best hitter 
after those four is a freshman since Emily cut loose with all her power.   
There are some juniors who could do the bench sitting while Emily gets 
experience on JV, but Emily's the better player and our varsity is 
stronger with her as a reserve.  What do you expect Emily will think of 
that?" the coach asked me.

"She wants the varsity but almost doesn't dare dream.  That may be one 
area where her confidence hasn't caught up with reality.  How much 
playing will the reserves get anyway?" I responded.

The coach told of her strategy to get the reserves used to playing with 
the starters when the match looks easy.  When the starters win the first 
game of a match with a big margin, say 15 points out of 30, the reserves 
go in for the second game.  She plans to have Alison take over for 
Melissa, Melissa play as a hitter, Marie give Amy a rest and Emily would 
go in for one of the senior hitters.  I noticed one not mentioned in that 
list for getting any rest - me.

"So it's up to the starters and their strong showing in the first games 
to determine how much playing time the reserves get," she finished her 
explanation.  "Now Pam, don't tell any of this around the team.  Some of 
it could change.  Besides, I have so much fun surprising girls who don't 
know how good they are.

"By the way, that top was a loan.  I need it back."

"It's right here," I said pulling it from my bag.  "I thought I'd wash 
it, but if you need it now ..."

"Wash it," she said and rolled her eyes.

Oops.  The vixen was leaving me an opportunity to come back without Amy.  
I blew it.

She tried again, "The rest of them are still with the cheerleaders.  Lets 
go see how they're getting along," 

The coach apparently guessed Amy's reaction to the cheerleaders.  The 
tall lady left and we went to the wrestling room.  The cheerleaders were 
standing around trying not to show anything and Miss Forester was not 
there.  The cheerleaders were wearing the sample uniforms.  The shorts 
were holding the guys' balls up and pointing their dicks at their navels.  
Everything was fully visible through the wide mesh.  I got a great view 
of all those guy's packages.

Most of the girls' tops supported and probably felt okay, but the girls 
didn't feel good about how much they were showing.  The girls were also 
bottomless.  Coach Reeves' eyes were riveted on them.  There were more 
girls now with some tryouts who didn't have the last hour scheduled.  
They got the last pick of the uniforms.  The set of fit samples has one 
of each size.  They ran out of 32B and 34B way before fitting everyone.  
Some of the freshmen had overflow like my old bra and some underfilled 
cups just hung there.

"Miss Forester went to put in the order for our uniforms.  She thinks 
they'll be ready next week," said Heather.  "These work okay for support.  
Can we wear them for practice?  Pleeeaaase."

"That'll be up to Miss Forester and the Program committee," Coach Reeves 
answered.  "I think it's a great idea.  Let's see what you can do in 
them."

The cheerleaders just stood there.

"Around the ring again," I took over.

The cheerleaders spread around the ring facing in without being told this 
time.

"Pick a cheer," I said pointing to Heather.

She picked 22 and they started trying to do that one.  They were flat and 
had trouble watching each other to stay together.

"Open your eyes, dammit," I yelled over the cheer.  "And bounce.  You're 
supposed to be peppy."

I started again after they finished the lackluster cheer, "If you want to 
wear even this much, you'll have to show you can.  Show that you need the 
support and it does some good.  You have until the pep rally tomorrow to 
impress everyone.  You better start now with Coach Reeves."

"Pick a cheer," I pointed to a boy this time and he picked 16.

The girls looked at each other and swallowed hard.  They sucked it up, 
though, and started the cheer.  It ends with all the girls doing jump 
splits.  They jumped up to put their pussies at eye level, spread their 
legs as wide as they could and reached for their toes.  The boys enjoyed 
every second of it.  Coach Reeves had her hand over her mouth.  I think 
she was impressed.

The boys started getting hard.  Those shorts ride low - lower than most 
boys' hard cocks.  Their waistbands were challenged by those erections 
and some helmeted heads got pinched.

"A lot better, girls, but I didn't see any bounce from the boys.  Y'all 
do that last part," I instructed.

The girls got their turn at an eyeful when the boys spread in mid-air.  
The boys had a little bounce in their work.  They felt attention and 
embarrassment, though, and that relieved some of the pressure on their 
waistbands.

"Guys?  Try pointing your cocks up the crease of your leg joint.  When 
they get hard they can go sideways and not get pinched," I suggested and 
some adjusted themselves right in front of everyone..

"You can keep those samples on for now," Coach Reeves said.  "You need 
them and you need the work."

"Work on simple cheers for tomorrow and get as much pep and spirit in 
there as you can," I advised.

I grabbed the box of unused uniform samples and the coach and I went back 
to her office.

"You weren't very gentle on them," she said on the way.

"Me?  Gentle on cheerleaders?  Perish the thought," I answered with a 
smirk.  "So did you like number 16?"


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She glared at me until we got into her office and she closed the door.

"I'd like to show you number 16, but there isn't time to do it right.  
You'll have to keep your tongue in your mouth ... or in mine," she said.  
"Do you know how much it turned me on when you took charge?"

"And you called me a vixen, Donna," I know what to say to get her 
excited.

We kissed and hugged, then she cupped one of my boobs.

"I said I didn't want to be in front of these things if they ever 
exploded.  I changed my mind.  I wanna be right here holding them," she 
told me.

That brought a blush and got all the puffy parts puffy again.  She kissed 
my boobs and worked her way up to my mouth.  Our tongues exchanged places 
a few more times and she finally let go.


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"It's late! Go to work, Pam!" she commanded even though it wasn't late.

I slung the book bag over my shoulder and started for the pool.  The walk 
was nothing special and I even got there a little early.  There weren't 
any blood sampling doctors or rambunctious eleven year olds there yet.  

Officer Moore was in his office, though.  I went in and leaned back 
against the door frame.  My legs were spread just enough to show him what 
I wanted him to see.  His eyes went right to my pussy when he tried to 
talk.

"Evening, Pam.  You're looking fine tonight," he said with his eyes still 
low.

"Well, at least the quarter of me you've seen," broke his stare and he 
managed to raise his eyes to my boobs.

"All of you, really.  You know how we are.  It's a guy thing to stare 
when you look this good," he did a good job of flattering.

The flattery brought the usual blushes, popped nipples and puffy 
aureoles.  He noticed and stared even harder at my boobs.  I stood away 
from the wall and went closer to his desk to check out his pants.  Sure 
enough, there was a pronounced and not at all small tentpole in there.

"You should be able to do more than stare," I teased.  "You've recovered 
enough to do more haven't you?"

He stood up and stepped to me.  He's a little taller than I am and we'd 
fit together well.  He started to reach for me until ...

"Pam!  Oops, sorry," came Caitlin's voice from the door.

She was gone when I turned.  I excused myself from Officer Moore and 
followed after Caitlin.  She was standing in the entry with her back - 
her very naked back - to me.

"Hi, Caitlin," I said to her.

"Don't tell.  Don't tell them I did it again.  I'm always walking in on 
people when they're making out. Mom and Dad can't even snuggle on the 
couch any more.  Cass won't bring a boyfriend home `cause I'm always 
running into them.  Now I did it to you.  Mom's gonna be pissed," she 
whined.

"That's an open office and we weren't making out.  You didn't do anything 
wrong," I tried to assure her.

"I know making out when I see it.  They say I've seen it too much," she 
whined some more.

"Hey, you're already naked.  What's up," I asked to change the subject.

"She's going around the house like that now.  We couldn't even get 
clothes on her to come over here," Cass had come in behind Caitlin.

"Why?  I'm just going to take them off to swim.  You go get caught up, or 
are you gonna watch Mom draw Pam's blood?" Caitlin's mood was back to 
teasing her sister.

Cass split for the locker room by the time her parents came in.  I 
cornered the Dad for a quick question.

"Can I ask how Nikki is?  She really has me worried," I asked.

"Well, she's in guarded condition, Pam," he gave the official answer.

"Umm... I was the first responder and I shocked her.  Does that let me 
know a little more?" I pried.

"Oh.  Yes.  I forgot that good and detailed report.  You are part of the 
team.  Her heart's fine and we got all her ribs back in place.  She had a 
partial lung collapse that took a while to get right and that's relapsed 
a few times today.  She's still in trouble and so groggy from the pain 
meds that she can't really help us," he gave the whole answer including 
the bad news.  "It'll be a few days at least before she can go home.  I'm 
glad you're still interested in her."

"C'mon.  Let's get your blood," Caitlin pulled on my arm.

I thanked her Dad for keeping me informed and we went to the lounge.  
Caitlin wiped my arm and Dr. Switerlitz took another blood sample.  She 
measured my boobs again.

"Mmm," she said in that noncommittal doctor's way.  "Still growing, I 
see.  Getting to the bigger side of A cups.  The hormone combination I 
suspect of ending the growth spurt wasn't in yesterday's sample, so it's 
not over."

I smiled at that idea and told her about needing a B-size bra to get it 
to spread around the width.

"That's like I said about your starting size.  You have as much breast 
material as large B's now, but it's spread around instead of sticking 
out," she said.

I got to work soon after that, checking pool chemistry and setting up for 
the suppertime shift.  The whole hour was uneventful.  Cass and Caitlin 
swam, splashed and played tag all over the pool.  I watched because they 
were almost the only ones in there.

The Switerlitz family and I left together at seven o'clock.  I waved as 
they drove away and started the walk home.


Chapter 17.  Thursday Evening


There's a small stream running through our town.  Its banks have been 
made into a park.  They're wooded and overgrown with shrubs and weeds.  
Where there's some space between the stream and a street, they have 
smooth lawns for picnics and casual sports.  My way home from the pool 
crosses this stream in a fairly isolated place.  This time, I was almost 
alone.  The only one I could see was sitting in a car parked more than a 
block away.

As soon as I got past a patch of woods, I wasn't so alone.  Four 
highschool boys were sort of playing at baseball on a patch of lawn along 
the stream.  I recognized only one: the Asshole who used to date Crystal.  
You remember the one I threw into his locker.

"Ooh.  Hello, there, sweet thing," Asshole greeted me.  "How'd you like 
to play with us?"

"Sorry, guys.  No chance to play ball right now.  It's late and I have to 
get home to eat," I tried to say it nicely.

"Can't play ball?  How about if we ball you?  You give it to anybody and 
everybody at school.  We want some," another guy said as they all came 
closer.

"You're really pretty ... attractive ... damned sexy ... and sooo naked," 
said another very slowly.

One who went behind me said, "Your ass is totally hot.  That's what I 
want to fuck."

"Umm ... well, a quick fuck would be okay, I guess," I answered stepping 
onto the grass.  "I'm not really ready to take anything in my ass, 
though.  I'll take you with my pussy, hand or mouth, but not in my ass."

By then they were all around me.

That one behind me, Rearview, said, "Too bad you're not gonna like it 
when we fuck your ass and nothing else."

That's when they went all the way out of bounds.  I was afraid they 
weren't after sex; they were after trouble.  All four of them walked and 
talked slowly like they were stoned.  The one to my right was super 
stoned.  He looked like the least threat.  I set my book bag on the 
ground to my right where it would be in his way.

"Ass fucking isn't all she won't like.  Every thrust and wiggle is gonna 
make her scream ... in pain with all the broken bones," said Asshole 
brandishing the bat he was holding.

Rearview came up close behind, reached around me and tried to pin my 
arms.  It was almost too easy.  I did a simple hip throw to launch him, 
then used arm and shoulder power to throw him at Asshole.  The throwing 
motion drove me back a step just in time.

The end of the bat swept through the space my boobs would have occupied 
if they were C cups.  The bat kept going.  The next two sounds were music 
to my ears: the sharp snap of Superstoned's arm being broken by the bat 
and the clonk when Rearview and Asshole's heads crashed together.

Leftover, the guy on my left, rushed in and tried to tackle me.  He was 
too close to dodge.  I was going down, but still had some tricks.  I 
could move a little so he caught me off center, then I spun and twisted.  
I landed on top.  I hopped off and he stood before I could grab him.  I 
grabbed one of his arms and pulled on it while I kicked him.  I gave him 
three sharp, short, quick kicks up and down the side of his chest.  I 
spun him around, grabbed the other arm and gave the other side of his 
ribs three more kicks.

Neither Leftover nor his ribs made any noise.  I'd had this done to me in 
a full contact karate bout.  That's how I know how much and how long rib 
injuries like Nikki's will hurt.  The problem is that they don't start 
hurting right away.

Leftover kept coming, trying to punch me in the face this time.  I 
grabbed his swinging arm and pulled to line him up.  My knee lifted his 
feet off the ground and held him there.  His eyes crossed and teared 
over.  The way my knee felt, his whole weight was on his balls.  He was 
in pain and panic.  He pushed against me trying to get off my knee.  It 
worked, but not the way he wanted.  I felt his balls rolling along my leg 
under his weight.  That brought a scream from him.  I gave him a final 
chop with the side of my hand.  His collar bone broke with a loud snap.  
He rolled into a fetal position, held his balls and moaned.

Superstoned was just making his way around my book bag.  The arm that 
stopped Asshole's bat was hanging limp and starting to swell.  I grabbed 
his other arm, pulled it to position him and balance me, then put three 
kicks into the side of his ribcage.  I went with the knee right after 
that.  He was perched on at least one of his balls with his feet a few 
inches off the ground.  He must have had some good stuff in him because 
it took a long time for him to tear up and start moaning.  I had to push 
him off my knee.  I made his balls roll under him like Leftover's.  I 
don't think he noticed his collar bone breaking.  After I dropped him on 
the ground, he lay flat on his belly holding his balls with one hand and 
the broken arm was at a weird angle.

Rearview got up then and reached for the bat.  Big mistake.  I caught his 
reaching arm, pulled him up straight and started the kicking again.  He 
got three kicks to each side of his ribs, then the knee to the groin.  
His eyes crossed and teared like Leftover's.  His panicked pushing rolled 
his weight over his balls.  That started the scream.  He must have had 
less drugs in his system because he felt the collarbone enough keep the 
scream going silently even after he ran out of breath.  He chose the 
fetal position when he got to the ground.

Did Asshole learn anything from his buddies' fate?  No.  He had the bat 
and was swinging it at my leg.  I ran in close so I only got hit with the 
handle of the bat and his hands.  He smacked the back of my thigh.  
There's gonna be a bruise and a knot in my hamstring by tomorrow.  He 
also pissed me off a lot.

Since his crotch was right there close and ready, I started on him with 
the knee.  After his feet had been off the ground for a second, he threw 
his head back and screamed.  I pushed him off so his balls rolled like 
the others.  He sagged to the ground even when I was pulling up on one of 
his arms.  That was at least enough to open the way to his ribs.  He got 
his share of the kicks and the chop to his collar bone.  The snapping 
break brought another scream.  He flopped out flat on his back with both 
hands on his balls.

The knee work and chops to collar bones were to persuade those guys to 
stop coming at me.  The rib kicks were for longer lasting punishment.  I 
wasn't through with that part.  All four of them were wearing those low 
riding shorts with built-in lining and sneakers.  As is normal after 
school in this heat, they didn't have shirts.  I grabbed Asshole's shorts 
and yanked them down right out from under his hands.  He screamed again.  
When the shorts pulled his hands away from his balls, his reflexes put 
them back - a little too quickly.  The shorts snagged his shoes and 
pulled them off, too.

The inside-out shorts with shoes in them were just right.  I went to the 
edge of the woods and tossed that whole package half way down the stream 
bank.

Superstoned had his legs out straight, so his shorts were easy to snatch 
off and his shoes came along, too.  They wound up half way down the 
stream bank about ten feet from Asshole's.

The other two boys were curled up.  I had to pull their legs straight.  
They both moaned when their legs moved and when the shorts jostled their 
balls.  Leftover had the most time for it and the swelling of his balls 
was the most noticeable.  Their inside-out shorts with shoes wound up on 
the stream bank spaced from the others by another ten feet.

The naked boys were just lying there moaning and some were rolling back 
and forth in their agony.  I could have called paramedics right then, but 
the boys would get pain medication too soon that way.  Besides, I really 
wanted them to get their clothes back.

I felt good - victorious and proud of being able to take care of myself.  
The exhilaration built for a few seconds as I stood over my vanquished 
attackers.  My arms went straight up over my head and I screamed.  I was 
more like a bellow than a girly scream.  It was like my primal animal got 
loose.  Damn, I felt great and that scream told the world about it.

I picked up my book bag and started strutting toward home.  I felt so 
good I didn't notice the sore hamstring at all.  I wondered if anyone had 
seen that little brawl.  There didn't seem to be anyone around at all.  A 
black guy was just getting out of that car in the next block and he 
dashed into the apartment complex there.

I walked on over the bridge where the street and sidewalk cross the 
stream.  Trees and undergrowth come right up to the sidewalk where it 
meets the bank.  There was suddenly another bat swinging right at my 
knees from that underbrush.  I was quick enough again.  I jumped and 
pulled up my lower legs like when skipping rope.  The bat went under me 
and clonked into a tree.  My foot kicked out toward the person-shaped 
form behind the bat.  She looked up just before my foot smashed into the 
face of ... Britney.

I went right for her.  Whether or not she had anything to do with those 
boys, she had earned her own reward.  She had fallen back and now was 
trying to sit up.  Her nose was starting to ooze a little blood and she 
had a hand to it.  I sat on her legs and hips and gave her a chop to the 
ribs where the raised arm gave me an opening.

"Fuckin' boy bitch!  Get off me!" she tried to demand.

I gave her ribs another chop and said, "Shut up, Britney.  Just lie there 
and take it."

"Take what?  What are you ... Ow!" she stopped at the third chop.

"I'm punishing you.  You're gonna hurt today and as long as Nikki does," 
I said while I lifted her other arm and gave her other side a chop.  
"This is supposed to separate the growing cartilage from the hard bone of 
your ribs.  A rib separation hurts like hell for a couple of weeks and 
keeps going for a month.

"Tell me what it's about, Britney.  What do you have against me?  Why do 
you keep coming after me?"

"The Program!  You ARE the Program.  I hate it, so I hate you.  I mean 
... How can cheerleaders rule the school with you naked people getting 
all the attention?  Quit it!" she yelled when I chopped her again.  
"Those guys are so gonna hurt you.  You saw them over there.  They're 
gonna fuck you, too."

She apparently hadn't seen what happened to the guys, but she had 
incriminated herself by talking about them.

"They already got their punishment.  I'm giving you what I gave those 
boys - at least six separated ribs and more.  You should get just as 
much.  I wish you had balls I could smash," I told her and gave her 
another chop.

"You can't punish me.  You're not bad enough," she said almost crying.

"Think about it, Britney.  I'm sitting on you, calmly chatting about it 
while I break your bones one by one with my bare hands.  Now tell me who 
isn't bad enough," I said looking her right in the eye.

I punctuated that with the snap of her breaking collar bone.  She 
punctuated it with a scream.  That break hurts right now.

Britney was wearing a small top across her boobs held on my two stretchy 
strings around her back.  I grabbed the cloth between her boobs and 
pulled hard.  Britney screamed again and the cloth tore.  I pulled her 
spandex shorts off and inside out.  I had to grip and pull her shoes to 
get them to come with the shorts.

"Watch across the creek to see where your clothes go," I advised.

I went back across the bridge and threw her clothes down the stream bank.  
I could see her watching through the trees.  We both moved toward the 
sidewalk at the same time.  I glanced at the boys.  They were standing 
and starting to stagger after their clothes.

I noticed that black guy getting back into his car in the next block.  I 
watched him all while I was walking across the bridge.  I was trying to 
figure out what was familiar about him and the way he moved.  Mistake.  I 
didn't notice that Britney's bat wasn't by the tree anymore.

Britney came at me around the trees swinging the bat with her good arm 
and screaming, "You're dead!"

I dashed in close before the bat could swing around very far.  Britney 
and I ran into each other with a lot of speed and power.  The point of 
contact was my fist right into her navel.  I pulled up with that arm and 
lifted her off the ground.  She let go of the bat and it flew off 
somewhere.  Britney's eyes crossed and teared over.  My fist was so far 
into her belly, I think I felt her spine.  I wasn't just giving her pain.  
There was damage going on in there.  She flinched back, landed on the 
ground and rolled into a fetal position.  Serious pain will do that to 
ya.

It was so likely that Britney had internal injuries that I was ready to 
call for help.  I went to my book bag and got out the cell phone.  That's 
when I was startled into standing upright by a whoop from behind me.  
When I turned around I saw that car from the next block was now just on 
the other side of the bridge, turned around and parked.  From the city 
government plates and barely visible red and blue lights, it was 
obviously an unmarked police car.  Inside was the unmarked Sgt. 
Washington beckoning me.

Principal Carlson was right.  The day wasn't over and I had plenty of 
opportunity to get into trouble.

I went to Sgt. Washington's car, peered in the passenger side window and 
said sheepishly, "Hi, Sgt. Washington?  Hey, can I call the paramedics?  
Those guys are just aching, but she could be serious."

"Already called, Pam.  Get in and we'll talk about it while we wait," he 
instructed.

I sat in the passenger seat of his car.  He was dressed in plain, casual 
clothes.  That's what I meant by unmarked.  He got out a report form and 
filled in some blanks.

I tried to start explaining, "Those guys started it.  They had bats ..."

He interrupted me and advised, "Let me give you a hint.  When you're 
talking to a police officer about an incident, just answer the questions.  
Don't volunteer anything.  There might be something in there I don't want 
to know."

I shut up.

"I'm so sorry, Pam.  I saw those guys go after you.  By the time I got my 
engine started, you had them all on the ground, so I thought you had it 
under control," he explained.  "I had to get on with what I was here for.  
I'm assigned to investigate Nikki's accusations.  You know the ones you 
marked that form for.  I was staking out Britney's apartment building.  
Whenever a small blond girl went in or out, I had to check her.  One came 
along just as you were finishing.  When I got back to the car, you were 
taking on another armed attacker.

"Ya know, it takes real guts to charge at someone who's trying to hit 
you, but that usually works best.  I saw you do it twice.  You're good.  
I also saw that you were just responding to being attacked and that you 
quit when the threat was ended.  Yes, I think you did what was necessary 
to end the threat - except the clothes, that is.  What's up with that?"

About then, all four boys were coming out of the woods barefoot and 
naked, carrying their clothes.  They were turning the shorts right side 
out and putting them on.

"We who live near it don't call this `Poison Ivy Creek' for nothing," I 
said.

"Oh, Pam!  You're bad.  You're terrible," he scolded and I snickered 
right along with him.  "Of course, you didn't steal their clothes, so 
there's nothing I can charge you with about that, but ... you're BAD!"

He didn't understand the real purpose of the kicks to the boy's ribs and 
he'd missed what I deliberately did to Britney.  I was actually going to 
get away with being more bad than he knew.  It's really nice to have 
friends with confidence in you on the police force, isn't it.

Britney came staggering over the bridge.  She was bent forward and 
grimacing like she hurt a lot.  She kept one arm across her belly with 
that hand holding her other arm.  She tried to dangle that arm in front 
of her pussy.  She was so distracted by pain that her attempts to cover 
her nakedness didn't work at all.  She went down the stream bank through 
the poison ivy and came back with her clothes.  She sat down, turned her 
shorts right side out and put them on.  Her top was too far gone.  The 
topless girl just lay down in the fetal position holding her belly.

"I'm supposed to be finding this Britney girl," Sgt. Washington said with 
his eyes on the real thing.  "Is that by any chance ...?"

"That would be her ... she? ... Britney," I confirmed.

He filled in his report while we waited for the paramedics and a patrol 
car for the less-critical overflow.  I was watching my attackers just lie 
there, except Superstoned was sitting up.  He was holding his broken arm 
out.  It started drooping down at the break.  The sharp, jagged end of 
the bone tore through his muscle and skin.  The bone and a spurt of blood 
came out.  The stupid shit had just turned a simple crack into a bleeding 
compound fracture.

"Oh, crap!" I exclaimed and started to get out of the car.

"Woah, Pam," Sgt. Washington held me in the car by my shoulder.  "I know 
you want to help.  We can't let you do any more to them, even if you're 
doing it for them.  Stay in the car."

The paramedics did get there soon, stopped at the car first and asked, 
"Ev'nin', Sarge.  Hi, Pam.  What do you have?  Who needs it first?"

These were the same paramedics on the same shift who picked up Nikki last 
night.

I at least got the chance to tell them, "That guy is so stoned he just 
made that fracture compound.  He needs restrained as much as anything.  
The girl might have internal injuries - blow right on the navel.  The 
rest are just aching and a little bit high.

"And guys ... Use protection and isolate their clothes.  Poison ivy all 
over everything."

"We'll turn the clothes inside out and scrub everything else," said one 
of the paramedics.

"The inside of their clothes are the worst.  Have fun scrubbing their 
genitals," I said with a smirk.

"Eww.  That's where they're hurt," said the other paramedic.

Britney and Superstoned were loaded into the ambulance right away.  The 
other boys got a ride in a patrol car a few minutes later.  I thought it 
was over and tried to get out of the car again.

"I've always wanted to give a pretty naked girl a ride in my police car," 
Sgt. Washington said.  "The `pretty' part happens every now and then, but 
not the `naked' part.  Let me give you a lift home."

I was running so late that I agreed, of course.

Along the way he said, "Those five are under arrest until you decide 
whether to press charges.  Don't decide until tomorrow.  It's best for 
everyone if the news people can't get to them until we get reports filed 
and our official statement out."

"Ooh.  You make me feel so powerful deciding people's fates." I said.

"You know what the right answer is, don't you?" he asked.

"Yeah," I agreed.  "They've been punished enough.  Those guys still need 
rehab and you have to ask Britney about Nikki, though."

"That's all part of what we need time for.  Call me tomorrow after 
school," he instructed.  "Take some advice from my experience.  You hurt 
some people.  You're going to think about that.  It's normal to regret 
it.  Be careful not to take a big guilt trip, though.  Think of what they 
were trying to do to you."

It was after seven thirty when he dropped me at home.  I tossed towels 
and the uniform top in the washing machine, then I tossed food in the 
microwave and nuked it.  When I took the food out, it had survived.  I 
like lasagna hot anyway.  It even tasted good.  I was still wired from 
doing battle and expected Dan any minute.  I wolfed the lasagna down 
right on time.  I was just putting the dishes in the washer when the door 
bell rang.

Dan was there naked in broad daylight.  That added even more to my thrill 
level.  I pulled him inside and jumped on him.  I was hanging from his 
neck and shoulders with my legs around his waist.  My tongue didn't give 
him a chance to say anything.  I wriggled and dipped down so my pussy was 
nibbling at the head of his cock.  It twitched as much as Dan's mouth 
under the onslaught.

I broke the clinch and got silly, "Hi, Dan.  C'mon in."

"You bet if you're gonna kiss with all your lips like that," he answered.

I excused myself to move the laundry to the dryer.  When I got back to 
Dan, he grabbed me into another clinch and we kissed for a while.

"Mmmm.  Tempting, but we gotta go," he finally said.  "Kelly and Emily's 
parents want to meet us."

"Will we survive?" I asked.

"Kelly says they're acting strangely, so I don't know," he answered.

We drove over there in Dan's awesome BMW.  He parked on the street and we 
walked up to their front door.  The neighbors were all eyes.  Kelly was 
all naked when he answered the door.  Their parents were dressed, but 
greeted us like they didn't notice our nakedness.  They were warm and 
friendly.

"We've seen you on TV and heard so much about you from these two.  Thanks 
for dropping in so we could meet you," their Dad said to both of us.

"Thank you so much for helping Emily.  We were worried about how she'd do 
in the Program even though she volunteered," said their Mom.

"So can we go?" Emily came in and was immediately embarrassed.

"Of course, dear," the Mom answered.

"So when do we have to be back?" asked Kelly.

"How's the homework?" their Dad probed.

"This rehearsal is all we have left tonight," Kelly answered.

"Then decide how much sleep you want and be home in time for that," their 
Mom concluded.

On the way to the car, Emily said, "I was just on the phone with my 
agent.  He knows why I volunteered for the program and was asking if it 
was working - if I was ready to model risqu� clothes.  I told him how 
well it's going.  He wants me to put a bunch of topless and nude shots in 
my portfolio.  They're booking for next month's spring fashion shows now.  
Pam, can you use that fancy new camera to take some pictures of me?"

"Well, yes.  I could take pictures of that body all day Saturday and half 
of Sunday, but I really have a better idea.  Remember the job the photo 
club did on me Tuesday?  They try to act professional and would be 
thrilled to do that for real.  They meet tomorrow morning," I suggested 
and Emily nodded.

We piled into the 4-door car.  Kelly and Emily brought along the `clubs' 
they'd made from bats.  Dan faced those two in the back seat with a 
puzzled look.

"I thought you could only go places where there was an adult around.  
They didn't even ask about that.  Actually, Dad's afraid he'll have to go 
back to work, so we can't guarantee it," he said.

"They never asked us either.  It would have been unheard of to ride with 
a teen driving.  They've been treating us differently since the outreach 
with Dawn and Shawn," Kelly said.

Emily finished, "It's like we aren't little children any more.  I suppose 
that's true if we can screw right under their noses."

We drove to the very ritzy part of town - the neighborhood where Dad 
lives.  Dan pressed the remote built into his car to open the gate to his 
driveway.  He drove around the circular drive and parked just outside the 
front door.  The rest of us were duly impressed.

There were two men at the front door.  I recognized one of them as Mr. 
Silanski.  

"Sorry to bother you at home, Mr. Allen," he was saying.

"No problem.  It will inconvenience that other customer and you shouldn't 
have to take responsibility for that.  Just get all that stuff to Lincoln 
on time tomorrow.  There will be state-wide TV coverage of that rally,"  
Mr. Allen said and went back inside before we got very close.

"Hi, Mr. Silanski," I said brightly.

"Oh ... umm ... Pam! Hello," he remembered me.  "So you go to Lincoln, 
too?"

"Yep.  You should have been able to guess I was the 40 flat.  I'm closer 
to B now," I said thrusting my chest.

"And looking great.  See you," he left.

Dan took us inside.  Mr. Allen was walking across the large entry way 
toward us.  Dan introduced us to his father.

"Sorry if it looked like I was running off.  I went to warn Karen.  
Should have known she'd be ready for naked visitors.  It's great to meet 
you all at last.  Dan keeps raving about how good his partners are this 
time," he said.  "Show them around, Dan, and y'all enjoy yourselves."

Dan showed us around the huge house.  There are large formal rooms for 
entertaining and dining.  There are small cozy dens and offices.  Between 
wings of the house is a patio with a large pool.  Just off the patio is 
an exercise room.  We went in through the sliding glass door to find a 
big young girl.

She's built like a cross between me and Emily.  Her shoulders are as wide 
as her hips - half way between my proportions and Emily's.  She's muscled 
all over like we are with skin a little thicker than mine.  Height must 
run in the family because she's about an inch taller than me.  Her boobs 
are big and firm like Emily's and not like mine at all.  Her face is way 
cute and her blond hair was back in a pony tail.  She was totally naked, 
working hard on an elliptic trainer and drenched in sweat.  Dan 
introduced her as Karen, the sister he had mentioned.  You remember the 
eighth grader who's a few months older than me and told Dan about how 
developing breasts can get sore.

"Hi, guys," she greeted cheerfully, shaking hands and splashing sweat all 
over us.

We retired to Dan's suite, not room - suite.  He has a bedroom and his 
own bathroom.  He nudged me and pointed out the jar of our favorite lube 
jelly on his nightstand.  His den has a desk, couch, chairs, computer, 
mini refrigerator and 36 inch flat TV.  He told us that Karen has the 
same, but decorated by a girl.

"So your Dad's with Sportech?" I asked.

"Yeah.  He's been the manager of every operation they opened for the last 
six years.  He'd get the factory or whatever running well, collect his 
bonus then move on to the next one.  That's how I got screwed up at 
school with all the moving," Dan explained.  "Now he's president of the 
company.  The headquarters, a warehouse and one of four customizing 
operations are here in town.  Dad likes to keep local people happy with 
Sportech.  He keeps sticking poor Silanski with special cases and 
projects.  I'm not sure what this one's about, but he did mention 
Lincoln."

I told them about the cheerleader uniforms.  I guessed that they're going 
to bump another customer's delivery to get them to our school for the 
rally.  The thought of state-wide TV publicity didn't bother me as much 
as it did the boys.  It didn't seem to bother supermodel Emily either.

Dan dragged two dead bearskins, complete with stuffed heads, into the 
middle of the room.  We went through the script, blocked out where things 
would be, imagined the teacher's desk in the way and made a few changes 
as we went along.  The final run-through ended about a half hour after we 
started.  That hardly made the trip worth it.

"C'mon, naked people.  Let's go skinny dipping," Dan invited.

We went to the pool and got right in.  We splashed and yelled.  All the 
noise and fun tempted Karen to join us.  She was still naked, but had 
showered.  The powerful girl had no trouble keeping up or fitting in.  
Their pool has low and high diving boards.  Dan and Karen started using 
the low board.  I climbed the high dive and looked around.  There was a 
little different view from there and a big difference in the angle to 
that window on the second floor of the neighbor's house.

There were two people looking out that window watching us.  I jumped as 
high as I could from the board, spread eagled and waved to those people 
with a big, bright smile.  They waved back smiling just as much.  They 
stepped back from the window, but I'm sure I saw them watching all 
through the rest of the evening.  They got a great show.

I got to snuggling with Dan in waist-deep water.  He had one arm around 
me and was rubbing my boob with his other hand.  Everyone noticed, 
including the neighbors I'm sure.

"Why do you keep torturing her like that," Karen asked.  "You know those 
growing boobs hurt." 

"They hurt soo good.  Don't make him stop," I protested.

"Okay, don't stop, but if you take it any farther, take it inside.  It's 
hard to watch when I have to go without.  They don't even have the 
Program in middle school here," she protested.

"Why should you have to go without?  We have the best lay at Lincoln 
right here," Emily said pushing Kelly at Karen.

"How would you know?" Dan asked.

"You think we don't compare notes?  I hear what Pam, Dawn and all those 
others say," Emily defended herself.

Karen looked down, then raised her eyes and smiled at Kelly in one very 
coy move.  He rose to the occasion in every way.  She made no protest at 
all when he started on her breasts with his hands and on her mouth with 
his tongue.  They were soon up against each other, wriggling and rubbing.  
Kelly's hands were low on her ass and between her legs in front.  She was 
gasping and wobbly.

The rest of us got out of the pool.  Dan took the cushions off one of the 
deck chairs and spread them on the deck.  Karen lay down, spread her legs 
and invited Kelly to join her.  He lay on her and used his hands some 
more to finish the preparation.  He was just sliding into her when Dan 
gathered Emily and me in his arms.

Dan had put more cushions on the deck and was determined that nobody 
would go without this evening.  He lay on his back and pulled us down so 
we were laying to either side, half on him.  He kissed us alternately.  
He got his hands to our pussies and started rubbing.  We were both 
wriggling all over him and all three of us liked the boob action.  I 
grabbed his cock and Emily cupped his balls.  All three of us got good 
hand jobs.  Emily came first with her moaning squeals.  Dan got off 
second.  It helped that I didn't have to pay attention to stroking him 
after that.  I abandoned myself to the sensations around my pussy.  I 
hope the screaming didn't distract Karen when he got to my clit.

When I'd recovered enough to pay attention, Karen was enjoying Kelly as 
much as I do.  He was giving her the pinching thrusts and grinding action 
that already had her in her second orgasm.  He kept going at that steady 
pace that lets him keep going and going.  He had a hand on one of her 
boobs.  Her aureoles and nipples had hardened into sharp points at the 
ends of her big C-cup breasts.  Kelly would catch her mouth and kiss her 
every now and then.  That took some doing because Karen kept moaning and 
rolling her head back and forth.  When she reached orgasm, she would 
catch and hold her breath.  She would go tense and turn red all over that 
muscular body.  She got her third orgasm just before Kelly got off.

Kelly rolled off her a little while after they came.  He was on his side 
beside her and was gently stroking her boobs.

"I'm used to looking at Emily, but this is the first time I've been with 
someone with tits this good," he complimented and gave her a kiss.

"I've been screwing for a couple of years, but this is the first time 
somebody got me off three times.  Emily and all those people are right.  
You are a great lay," she returned the compliment and the kiss.

Some of today's biology lesson must have worked on Kelly.  He stayed by 
Karen stroking, kissing and cuddling longer than I've seen him do that 
with anyone else.  Of course, there were no class bells or five-minute 
limits here to bring things to an end.  Karen had quit breathing hard 
when she finally got up.  She washed herself under the shower in the 
corner of the pool deck.

"C'mon, big stuff.  Help me," she said to Dan.  "What do you all want to 
drink?"

We gave them drink orders, then pitched in to clean up.  We washed 
ourselves and the cushions under the shower.  We were in clean chairs 
around the patio table when they came back.

"Hey, Pam?  The eighth grade volleyball coach is trying to get me to play 
middle.  Is it worth it?  What does that do to my chances of making the 
highschool team next year?" Karen asked while we were sipping the pop and 
recovering from the sex.

"The highschool team is pretty deep with hitters.  We need middles a lot 
more.  Two of three varsity middles are seniors and won't be there next 
year.  There aren't many on the other teams, either.  You're built right, 
so I'd say go for it," I advised her.

"Dan says a freshman even made varsity this year," she observed.

"We'll know for sure at the pep rally tomorrow, but I think so," I 
answered.

"Oh get real, Pam.  You're starting at middle and you know it," Emily 
chided.

I blushed and my nipples popped again.  It took a lot of restraint to 
keep the secret about Emily.

All I said was, "That shows we're thin at middle and it's a good choice 
for you."

A few minutes later, Dan said, "We have so much fun together.  Let's have 
a party Saturday night.  Skinny dipping?  Dawn and Shawn?  Melissa and 
Bill?  How about you, Karen?"

"Dad makes Dan and me invite each other to our parties," Karen responded.  
"We usually know not to accept.  You guys are so much fun.  That's not 
the way it is this time.  The crowd I'm getting in with are your old 
buddies, Pam.  They keep asking what I hear about you from Dan.  I'll get 
a date with somebody in that group so he'll fit in."

"Our dates are sophomores," Kelly warned her.

"That's how old Dan is.  It won't be that strange.  Older kids will get 
it to an orgy that much sooner," Karen revealed the theme she expected of 
the party.

We got Kelly and Emily home by ten o'clock.  That made them look oh so 
responsible.  I hope they get even more privileges.  They left the clubs 
in Dan's car.  We were afraid they wouldn't stand up to as much handling 
as they'd get being carried to school.

You know what was on our minds when Dan and I got to my house.  I know 
I'd been thinking about it all day.  I led him in and toward the stairs.  
Now, has Dan ever let me walk upstairs when we're ready for sex?  No.  
Not this time either.  He scooped me up and carried me.

He had one hand under my ass and the other on a boob.  He seems to like 
me that way.  I like me that way, too.  He makes me feel so feminine and 
desired when he handles me.  I don't even want to curse my flat boobs 
when he goes for them like that.

Every time I tried to do anything but kiss him, that hand under my ass 
would stick a finger in my pussy.  That would get me back to the kissing 
with a gasp.  He held me over my bed for a while teasing me like that.  I 
was really ready for sex when he finally put me down - normal sex, that 
is.  This was Dan.  We took time out to get the lube jelly spread all 
around the places that need it.

He lay back on my bed.  I straddled him and started to get him into me.  
It took a while as usual and was worth every minute as usual.  I leaned 
forward and wriggled around on top of him.  He stroked and squeezed my 
boobs.  I leaned down to kiss him.  He took my tongue in his mouth and 
sucked it in.  His big cock with its constant stimulation, the hands on 
my boobs and his mouth action got me off.  I collapsed on him, screamed 
and kept wriggling.

He came sometime in there, but I don't know when.  It was all one big 
orgasm and I was in complete abandon.  He eventually softened and slipped 
out with a pop.  I think he was laughing at how I just kept going.  My 
body finally realized that it was over sometime later.  I lay still in 
his tight squeeze while he kissed all around my face.  He is sooo great 
with the cuddling.  I eventually checked the clock and was just in time.

"News.  Let's shower.  We can do it again after," I said between the 
kisses.

"News?" he asked on the way to the bathroom.  "Did you make news again?"

"Oh, I really hope not.  It's likely there is a story though," I 
answered.

The shower was quick and we got to the TV with drinks in hand by eleven.  
They had the story and put it on first.

"Our first story smacks of gang violence.  Let's hope there's no trend 
going here," said the newsreader.  "This is the official report.  There 
are no names because the victim and the attackers are all juveniles.  One 
highschool student was set upon this evening by five others armed with 
bats.  The incident was observed from a distance by an experienced police 
officer who did respond, but did not arrive before the violence was over.  
The one victim defeated the attackers and suffered only bruises.  The 
five are under arrest pending charges and investigation of drug use.

"The hospital reports that five teens were admitted.  One is in serious 
condition with internal injuries, the others are in satisfactory 
condition.  Among all five, they have no less than 40 broken or separated 
bones.

"We asked the police how one teen could do that much damage to five who 
were engaged in a coordinated attack.  Here is Sgt. Washington."

"The attackers were impaired by drug consumption.  If I tell much more, 
that would let you identify them and the victim.  That's illegal as long 
as they choose not to come forward," Sgt. Washington got to give a whole 
three-sentence sound bite.

"Pam, that bruise on the back of your leg ..." Dan started to ask as he 
turned to me.

There was a tear running down my face and that stopped him.  As Sgt. 
Washington expected, I was having second thoughts about doing so much 
damage.  His advice helped.  So did telling everything to Dan.  He held 
me and listened.  He was all wowed by the story especially how deliberate 
I was with the punishment.  He laughed his ass off about the poison ivy.  
When I got close to crying again over all those broken bones, he even 
repeated what the policeman had said.

"Just what were they trying to do to you, Pam?  You kept them from doing 
that.  When it was four on one, you had to do damage or you would have 
been hurt badly.  Some people might have different opinions about the 
punishment.  I happen to think you're the most awesome girl ever and you 
did right.  If that asshole and Britney haven't learned from running into 
you before, they needed more of an education," he was all support.

I leaned against him and he held me some more.  I snuggled some and cried 
some.  He just kept holding me.  It didn't get sexy.  My emotions were 
somewhere else.  He helped me get over it, at least for now.  When I felt 
better, he kissed me goodnight and left.

Writing out the story of the whole evening helped me, too.  I got to tell 
about the battle again and about the good time at Dan's.  I came to the 
realizations that I fought enemies who were about to do even more to me 
and that I have friends who love and support me.  There's Mom, too.  I'll 
tell her tomorrow.  Hope I can get some sleep first.




Comments to geffo3@yahoo.com

Thanks, Geffo
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