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Pamela, eagerly NIS

Chapter 20.  Friday After School


Emily and I got to the boys' locker room last as usual.  We were greeted 
by the sight of the football team entirely naked and up hard.  They 
hadn't even started pulling on their jocks or shorts.  They faced us and 
smiled as they ran their hands along our bodies.  Emily had gone first 
this time so I got to see her reaction.  A boy's hand would pull one of 
her boobs a little.  She kept walking slowly, smiling and even strutting.  
When she passed, that hand would slip off and rub her nipple.  Emily 
would give a little squeal and a bigger smile while the boob jiggled back 
into place.

I got some of the same, but my boobs don't give the boys quite the same 
feedback.  The touches on me were distributed over my ass, legs and abs 
as well as my boobs.  Of course, I encouraged the guys just as much as 
Emily did.

Coach Johnston was looking out for his team.  He gave them plenty of time 
to get all the touching they wanted.  He waited until I got to my locker 
at the far end of the room before he interrupted.

He came in clapping his hands and said, "Program girls!  Girls!  Your 
attention please."

Eight naked girls peeked around the ends of our locker rows.  Some 
touching kept going.  I could see when Brooke squealed and jumped.  She 
playfully swatted away the hand that went between her legs from the back.  
That hand had to move down before it could pull out and its fingers were 
wet.

"Today we're having the pep rally, not PE class," the coach announced.  
"This is a team event and you are all to dress with your team.  You're 
finished with the temporary lockers now, so clean them out and set the 
combination to all zeroes.  Coach Reeves wants to meet with you and the 
Program boys on the gym floor on your way.

"Thanks for a great week.  Of course, we had to come in late every day to 
make up for all the time it took the boys to recover from all the playing 
around in here.

"You guys line up to get your pads and uniforms.  You'll have to start 
lacing them to fit now if you expect to show off when we introduce you.  
... And put on your jocks.  I'm not interested in you like they are."

I grabbed the shoes, waist pack and loaned uniform top out of my 
temporary locker.  It was easy to carry those few things.  Some others 
had more.  Rochelle and Melissa had to juggle bookbags, gym bags and a 
bunch of other stuff.  Two football players actually helped them carry 
that stuff out to the gym where Coach Reeves was.  The girls gave them 
thankful kisses that made their hard cocks twitch.  That's when they 
realized they were still naked.  We couldn't help giggling a little at 
their embarrassment.  They really had no reason to be embarrassed about 
how they look nor about being so polite.

Dan came from the girl's locker room talking to Bill, Shawn and Kelly.  I 
caught the words "tomorrow" and "my house" from him and figured he was 
setting up the party he'd talked about.  As all the boys approached, 
Emily went for Shawn and Crystal went for Brian.  Coach Reeves started 
the meeting before any of them could get too snuggly.

"You're going to be called out twice today," she started.  "We'll 
introduce you as the Program participants and hand out awards for the 
extremely fine job you've done introducing the Program to our school.  
You'll come out as a group and line up behind Mrs. Miller.  You'll have 
to appear naked for that.  You are to wear team uniforms when you appear 
with the teams.  I expect the volleyball and cross country teams will 
need your support.  It's their first time in such revealing clothes.  
You'll have time to dress while the cheerleaders are introduced.

"Kelly, the cross country team will follow right after the cheerleaders.  
Please take these uniforms to them.  Volleyball will be right after that.  
Football players try to get as much done on your uniforms before the 
first introduction.  That team will be last, but it's still not much 
time.  Any questions?"

She handed some fishnet mesh shorts to Kelly and went on, "Volleyball 
girls, your uniforms are in boxes in front of my office.  Don't worry 
about being the last to get to them.  They're reserved by sizes and that 
nice Mr. Silanski is there to help you if you need it."

There were cartons with the Sportech logo where the coach said they'd be 
and there was a stunned, smiling Mr. Silanski standing over them.  
Several volleyball players were still in line to get their uniforms.  
They had all stripped naked and Mr. Silanski had much to stare at.  They 
would bend over to pick out shorts from one box, bend over again to pick 
out a top from another box, then try the uniforms on right there in front 
of him.

Sometimes it was for real and always for teasing when they would ask him 
for help.  They didn't need much help and could have asked each other 
just as easily.  Jennie had her shorts stretched too far down her legs.  
She asked him to adjust them and press them snuggly into her crotch.  
She's had Program experience, so she knew exactly what she was doing.  
Tania was having trouble lining up her top.  She got him to help place 
the mesh so her nipples were free.  Damn, he has such a hard life ... 
well that pole in his pants was sure hard.

"So, enjoying yourself?" I asked him.

He looked at me without changing expression and said, "You were right, 
Pam.  This is what makes my job worthwhile."

I got extra large shorts and the 40A and 40B tops.  Mr. Silanski gave me 
a questioning look.

"Like with the swimming suits, I don't really know what size I need," I 
explained.

The shorts fit as I had expected.  They stretched comfortably around my 
ass and legs.  I wore the waistband low on my hips and pulled the leg 
bands up so there wasn't any stretching up and down.  The stringy mesh 
put a gentle pressure on my pussy, a little more pressure around my butt 
and my mound and it was kind of tight around my legs, but not 
uncomfortable.  I`ll just have to get used to it.

The 40A top felt okay.  The band felt right on my chest.  The straps and 
cups held my boobs and supported them.  After some tugging, I got all of 
my boobs into the cups.  The straps bowed out around my wide boobs and 
pulled them into the cups.  That made me fill the cups snugly, but not 
bulge out between the threads of the mesh.  The holes were just big 
enough for my nipples and puffy aureoles to get out when they wanted 
attention.

The uniform felt great, so I checked how it looked in the mirror.  The 
black shorts added a little color, especially around the bands and really 
looked like uniforms.  The white tops lightened my tanned skin and really 
showed on the black girls.  The tops had a black stovepipe hat logo on 
one side and the player's number on the other.  They were above and to 
the outside of the bra cups and straps, almost up to the shoulder.  There 
was larger number in the middle of the back.  The numbers were black with 
white borders so they stood out against any skin tone.

The t-back bra style keeps the straps high on my shoulders so it's easy 
to raise my arms.  Volleyball and basketball have me doing that a lot.  
The way my shoulder muscles are built up, that isn't enough.  I tried 
reaching up with both arms like for a block.  My shoulders pulled the 
straps and the stress went all the way to the cups.  They didn't bow out 
any more and blobs of boob were coming out.

I tried the 40B.  Those cups stretched around my boobs better and even 
stayed when I reached up.  The problem was that my boobs don't fill those 
cups and they don't support me.  Some of the mesh was just hanging there.  
I went with the A cups.  They looked better for showing off at the pep 
rally at least.

I had to stash the uniform in my locker for the Program presentation and 
was just doing that when Coach Reeves asked, "Pam, please tell the 
cheerleaders their uniforms arrived.  They can use the mirrors in here."

I found the cheerleaders in the wrestling room as expected, but not doing 
what I expected.  They were practicing cheer number 16 and Miss Forester 
was doing the demonstrating.  She did the last line of the cheer and 
ended with a jump split.  She was leaning back more than the students had 
done yesterday and really showed her pussy.

"Jump straight and bring you legs up higher.  When you reach for your 
toes, don't bend at the waist.  It doesn't matter if you don't actually 
touch your toes.  Nobody's watching your hands anyway," she instructed.

Heather called a beat and the whole squad tried the jump split.  Heather 
and some others got it.  Their pussies were clearly visible the whole 
time they were in the air.  Heather and Miss Forester corrected some of 
the others and they tried it again with some improvement.

"We only have one officer now and we really miss Nikki," Miss Forester 
said to the group.  "We'll have new lieutenants next week and Nikki will 
have her job when she gets back.  Today, though, Heather will be out 
there by herself as captain.  Line up on her for the introductions and 
first few cheers.  When you're spread around the gym, you'll have to keep 
an eye on her from all over the floor to get the next cheer and the 
start."

She patted Heathers ass and added, "Good Luck."

That's when I interrupted about the uniforms.  

"I could get to like this.  People keep telling us how good we look and 
it feels really free," Heather said to me on the way to the locker room.  
"And did you check out the bottomless Miss Forester?  She's even better 
at cheering and teaching it without her clothes."

Coach Reeves and Mr. Silanski had cleared the volleyball uniforms and the 
cheerleaders' stuff was ready for them.  Their white tops didn't have 
logos yet, so they were to go back for a couple of days.

Black shorts are all the boys are going to wear.  I graciously helped 
them find the ones that fit and helped the first one find the right place 
to line up his dick.  The volleyball players are used to dressing and 
showering with Kelly.  Hard, bare cock became a rare commodity with only 
one of him and so many girls.  Here were six more-muscular studs whose 
sport is to throw girls in the air and catch them.  I didn't need to help 
any of those boys find out how the uniform shorts handle long, stiff 
hardons.  They had at least four `helpers' each.

Miss Forester had ordered the skirts with strings in black.  They have 
Velcro waistbands and wrap around the girls.  They only need to come in 
two sizes that way.

"Wear them just low enough that the beads are in line with your crotch," 
Mr. Silanski instructed.  "Then keep the waistband level.  Check the 
mirror to see how cute they are in back when you do them right."

I was curious about the skirts.  I wondered what made them so Program-
friendly.  Heather was the first one to get hers.  I followed her to the 
washstand.  She was curious about the skirt, too, and put it on first.  
It covered her pussy when she stood still and let the cups of her ass 
show a little.  They were damned cute the way her ass is so firm.  Each 
time she turned, the skirt strings swayed up and her pussy peeked out - 
also very cute.  When she stopped moving, the weight of the beads at the 
bottoms of the strings brought them back down into place.

Heather changed from the fit sample to her new top.  She was tugging and 
pulling to get it lined up with her nipples.  On one tug, the skirt 
strings swung out in front of her.  They fell back into place with a 
little extra momentum.  Heather gave a short shriek and flinched, trying 
to roll her hips back.  That made the skirt do it again.  Heather looked 
down at the skirt and started turning red.  Her nipples came right out 
through the top and lined it up all by themselves.

Heather carefully thrust her hips forward and made the strings swing the 
beads into her again.  She and I figured out the Program-friendliness at 
the same time.  Those beads smacked her in the pussy with every movement 
and often got right on her clitoral hood.  Heather was masturbating by 
just standing there wiggling her hips.  She got off and almost collapsed 
to the floor.  I caught her.

"I think I like this," she gasped to me.

The next girl was getting into the feeling of the skirts by then, too.  
She would rotate her hips so the whole row of beads would rapidly strum 
her pussy.

"Who picked these skirts?" she asked.

"Pam," answered Heather.  "I heard her recommend them to Miss Forester 
last night.

"Might know who would pick something so sexy," the other girl said 
smiling at me.

Most of the cheerleaders got the message from the skirts.  Some were too 
reserved and tried to hold still to keep the naughty beads under control.  
Some weren't in the right mood then.  They complained that the beads were 
irritating.  I walked through the locker room thinking about taking bets 
on how long that would last.

Mr. Silanski was taking all this in.  I don't think even he knew what 
those skirts would do to the girls.  Now most of the cheerleaders were 
getting off just by wearing the clothes he sells.  He suddenly caught his 
breath, stiffened and a wet spot appeared around the point of that hard 
pole.  The poor guy had creamed his pants.  He quietly turned and left.  
His work here was finished.

Mr. Carlson announced that the pep rally was about to start and soon the 
gym was filling with the whole student body.  Emily and I got just 
outside the locker room door, watched the crowd and waited for the 
Program participants to be called.

"I thought there was supposed to be TV coverage," said Emily looking 
around the gym.

I looked too and finally spotted the camera, "See that platform hanging 
from the ceiling against the wall right in front of Mr. Carlson?  There's 
another one over the backboard of the far court and one right up there."

I ended pointing straight up over our heads.  Emily slowly sidled her way 
out from under what looked like a makeshift platform.  At times the 
lights weren't in our eyes and we could see the cameras on the platforms.

Mr. Carlson said some stuff to start the rally and turned it over to Mrs. 
Miller.  She called the Program participants out onto the floor.  The 
boys came from their side and we came from ours.  We all lined up by 
class and by partners.  Mrs. Miller gave the microphone to Amy.  The 
assignment was to introduce ourselves and tell how we liked our week in 
the Program.

Amy started by stepping forward and spinning around to show her naked 
self to everyone on both sides of the gym.  She spoke out clearly and had 
a lot of good things to say about the Program and the sexy time she had 
in it.  She spent part of her time talking to each side of the gym and 
had her eyes up to the audience the whole time.

One of the senior boys was next.  He didn't do the graceful spin, but he 
did face both sides during his talk.  We all had a lot of the same 
general experience getting used to the Program, then getting downright 
sexy later in the week.  All the participants said that stuff, but tried 
not to be so repetitious by telling little anecdotes.  Crystal told about 
her ex being thrown into his locker, Emily told about being a model for 
the photo club and I told about strip chess.

Mrs. Miller had her helpers hand out the awards while she pointed out 
that they were only for this first group of participants.  They turned 
out to be $500 checks.  So cool.  Next I wondered what the special award 
was.  Mrs. Miller must have taken the telepathic clue.

"We also have a special award to give for the participant who has grown 
the most in the Program this week," she said.

The stands erupted with cheers of "Pam!" and  "Pam's tits!"  My nipples 
erupted all hard from the puffy aureoles as I blushed over that.

"Pam, c'mere," Mrs. Miller said, followed by a big cheer.  "We're 
announcing now that Pam is the student member of our Program committee.  
She will present this award."

Everyone got quiet.  Mrs. Miller handed me an envelope with Emily's name 
on it and the microphone.

"Do you remember the big breasted, gorgeous girl in that line Monday 
morning?  The one who wished she could cover herself?  The one who 
couldn't stand to be up in front of the assembly even if she were 
clothed?" I started.

You know how smart Emily is by now.  This is where she caught on.  I was 
facing that way and saw her put her hand over her wide-open mouth and 
blush a lot.  A few seconds later, she was the perfect example of what I 
said next - standing straight with her chest thrust out proudly - despite 
the blushing.

"That young lady had the farthest to go.  You all just saw her tell about 
her week.  You should have seen her in English, history and algebra the 
past few days, too," I told them.  "Are you aware that we have a 
professional supermodel in our midst?  That's what motivated her to 
volunteer for the Program.  She really needed to get out of that shell.  
Well, she did and we'll soon see her pictures everywhere.  The award for 
the most growth in the Program deservedly goes to Emily O'Connell.  
C'mere, Emily."

I dangled the envelope at her and she came out of the line.  Her bright 
crimson blush was precious.  She managed a "Thank you, Pam, and all the 
Program committee."

Everyone in the gym applauded and I started to go back into the line.  
Emily grabbed my arm and almost put me on my bare butt when she pulled me 
back to her.  Mrs. Miller had handed her another envelope and the 
microphone.  I'm smart, too.  I did the hand on mouth, blushing, nipple 
popping thing myself.

"Looks like the sponsors have sprung for two awards.  This one is for the 
participant who best embodies the goals and spirit of the Program," Emily 
announced.  "They asked me to give this to my dear friend as a surprise.  
Now it's to get even.  There is only one person who set the bar - who let 
us all know what it can be like.  She's represented the school and the 
Program on TV three times now and we all can be proud of how she did 
those."

The students could count two TV appearances and started to wonder.  Emily 
pointed up at the camera platforms and everyone gasped.  That included 
the Program participants, except the freshmen who just smiled knowingly.

"Pam, to just about all of us, you ARE the Program.  You deserve this," 
Emily said and gave me the envelope.

I squeaked out a "Thank you" then recovered and said, "All you students 
had a lot to do with making our Program week so much fun.  I said on 
Monday that we'd do unto you as you did unto us.  After this week, we'll 
do our best to make your Program weeks just as much fun."  

Emily and I squealed at the same time when we look at the special awards 
- $2000 checks!  We were dismissed and Mrs. Miller handed the microphone 
over to Miss Forester.  The cute young teacher with the huge rack and 
bare bottom got a lot of applause from everyone in the stands.

"Huddle.  Over there," I said to the Program participants and pointed to 
the wall near the boys' locker room.

I had a chance to think through the details while we walked over there, 
"I want to take us all to dinner with this award - extra fancy - Top of 
the Tower."

That's where Mom works and it could easily take the whole award check to 
have a big party there.  They all knew what that meant and just listened.

"You can bring dates in or out of the Program.  They do special stuff 
there, so email me by noon tomorrow and tell who you're bringing and 
where the limo can pick you up," I said quickly.

"I'll bring a date in the Program," Dan said and squeezed me.

The rest of them imitated fish with their mouths opening and closing.  
Some of them obviously had plans.

"We'll do it early, say 6 to 8, so you can get to the parties or 
whatever," I said and they all started nodding.

"I'll be naked.  It's fancy if you dress.  Make your own choices," I 
finished and they started some snickers.

We girls had to walk the length of the gym to our lockers.  We saw the 
cheerleaders prance onto the gym floor and kneel in a diamond formation.  
Some faced each side of the gym.  Most of the girls I could see were red 
all over and breathing hard.  All they had done was walk onto the floor 
... in those skirts.  Miss Forester was telling about the missing 
officers, then got to introducing the squad.  She started with Heather 
who was at the point of the diamond facing our way.  As soon as Miss 
Forester said her name, Heather stood up and went right into cheer number 
16.

The students had seen enough flashing pussies and asses under those 
skirts to know there was no underwear involved.  They also know cheer 16.  
Everyone's eyes were on Heather.  She did it perfectly, but her voice 
seemed to be gasping at times.  Those were the times the naughty beads 
were hitting her just right.  When she did the jump split, the skirt flew 
way up and her pussy stayed visible through the whole jump.  She must 
have been practicing or maybe just enjoying the skirt because her pussy 
was swollen and her clit was sticking out.  Just when she landed on her 
feet, the beads landed on her clit.  Heather didn't kneel down after her 
cheer.  She collapsed in a screaming orgasm.

Miss Forester gave sly smiles to both Heather and me, then called the 
next cheerleader's name.  She was the second girl who'd had a good time 
in the locker room.  She was at the far point of the diamond and did 
cheer 16 facing the other side of the stands.  She got the same sexy 
result from the naughty beads.

The pace picked up after those two set the tone.  Seniors did the last 
two lines of the cheer; juniors did the last line and the others just did 
a jump split.  After every cock and pussy on the squad had taken an 
introductory solo bow, they went through a bunch of other cheers.  They 
were quite good for the most part, but they would get a little ragged 
when one of the girls got aroused by the beads and had an orgasm in the 
middle of a cheer.

Our eyes were glued to the cheerleaders and so were Coach Reeves' until 
the cheerleaders split to their bleacher sections.  The spirit club had 
sections leaders out in front of each section and they were joined by a 
pair of cheerleaders.  The boy-girl pairs and some of the girl-girl pairs 
did shoulder stands.  That gave many on the floor or lower levels an 
upward view of the uniform skirts and good close views of the boys.

We thought it was time to dress for the volleyball presentation and one 
of the players had a question for Coach Reeves.

"Not now.  I gotta see this," she dismissed the player with her eyes 
still glued to what the skirts were showing.

We got into our uniforms and Amy answered the player's question.  We came 
back to the doorway and Coach Reeves was still there.  She was still 
salivating over all those cheerleaders and they way they were undressed.

"C'mon.  Time to get dressed.  If Pam can, you can," Amy said with a sly 
smile that made me blush again.

"At least put on that bow tie you mentioned," I insisted.

Coach Reeves tore herself away from the sight of all those excited and 
exciting cheerleaders.  She got her uniform without any number from the 
boxes and went into her office, pulling me behind her.  Amy went in 
there, too, dammit.

The coach slipped on her uniform shorts and top.  Amy got behind her and 
adjusted the shorts to get the waistband level and the leg bands high 
enough for no vertical stretch.  I got her top lined up so her nipples 
had a clear path to the outside world.


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My fingers also had a clear path to those nipples.  I pinched them and 
Donna yelped.

"That is so what I wanted to do to you when you snapped my bra," I 
taunted.

"Don't stop with one pinch.  Donna has to look her perky best out there," 
Amy said to me.

My mouth fell open and I thought, "Oops!"   Coach Reeves rolled her eyes.

"What?" asked Amy.  "Oh.  Pam didn't know?

"Pam, you're where I was a couple years ago ... all the way to the tip of 
your tongue.  Donna asked me to pick the next captain.  I knew the right 
answer from the first day when I saw her ogling you.  The clincher came 
Tuesday night.  There was this one screech I heard through the door ..."

I had worked Donna's boobs into quite a state.  They were bulging out 
through the mesh all over, not just at the nipples.  I got a chill at the 
thought of getting caught and getting Donna into trouble that night.  
Donna grabbed Amy, hugged her and rammed her tongue into the senior's 
mouth.  She did the same to the freshman.  None of us were in trouble.

"So you're gay?" I asked Amy after Donna let go.  "I thought you were 
making it with guys all week."

"Like you, I was experimenting, but not with as many things.  She made me 
like it enough to keep licking Donna for more than a year, but not 
lately," Amy said snuggling Donna in her arms.

"Ahem," Donna interrupted.  "It's neither of you today.  The athletic 
department is going out to dinner to celebrate surviving another tryout 
week.  I'm ready and it's back to Coach Reeves now."

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"Here's this," Amy said grabbing a black pre-tied bow tie from Coach 
Reeves' desk.

She wrapped the tie's band around the coach's neck from behind and 
fastened it.  We got to the gym floor as Coach Harrier was calling the 
cross country team roster.  They were lined up behind him and had to step 
forward and wave.  The coach started with freshmen so Kelly could set the 
standard.  He did a big smiling wave and wasn't self-conscious at all 
about how much those shorts showed.  The others were more apprehensive, 
but not terribly ashamed.  I think we Program girls worked on them enough 
in four showers to let them know they don't need to be ashamed of 
anything they have in those shorts.

Coach Reeves went to the microphone when Coach Harrier finished.  As she 
left us, she nudged Amy and pointed at the spot along the wall she wanted 
us to gather.  The cheerleaders did a long cheer about the running team, 
so we had some time.  Amy had me help and we herded the volleyball 
players.  We all stood in a bunch where we could hear our names.

"First is our senior middle blocker and team captain ..." she introduced 
Amy.

The tall girl ran out onto the court and waved to both sides of the gym.  
She got a lot of applause.  She and Coach Reeves were the first to show 
what those shorts did for pussies and women's asses.  The coach called 
out the seniors and juniors.  Each player ran out, slapped hands with the 
ones already out there and waved to both sides.  The cheerleaders did a 
cheer that spelled the player's name and the students applauded all of 
them.

"We have the privilege of introducing some younger players to the joys of 
varsity competition this year.  Here's sophomore defensive specialist 
..." she introduced Dawn and then Melissa.

"Our freshman middle blocker will also be helping captain Amy.  Pam 
Fionda," she said.

I did the ritual of the hand slaps and waves.  I looked back at the bunch 
and saw Emily.  She knew there are twelve on each team and could only 
count eleven.  Freshmen were being introduced last and there was only one 
other freshman contender for the varsity.  Emily has to be the brightest 
babe I ever called a supermodel.  Her hand was already over her mouth 
again.

Emily's hand was down and she was standing tall when Coach Reeves 
announced, "and finally a surprise.  Freshman hitter Emily O'Connell."

Emily streaked out onto the floor screaming and shrieking.  She came 
through the team line making as much noise as the cheerleaders.  She 
shrieked right in my face, then did her waves.  When she looked back at 
me, I had this huge shit-eating grin on my face.

"You knew!  She made you a captain yesterday and you knew last night.  
Bitch!" she cried and threw herself on me and gave me a big hug.

Emily was having one great day and had earned all of it.  I think that 
was getting to her because she was in tears when she broke that hug.  
Coach Reeves was looking at Emily's reaction with a sly expression that 
said, "Gotcha."

Heather called a cheer, stomped a starting beat and the cheerleaders did 
a cheer for our team.  Heather really worked her skirt and wound up on 
the floor again.  So did a few of the other girls.  Even the ones who had 
been uptight or not in the mood were getting their share of arousal.

Coach Reeves named the JV and freshman teams.  Those players got short 
cheers instead of their names.  The coach made all the hopeful statements 
about how the teams would do this year.  She didn't commit us to anything 
spectacular ... only the state championship.  She thought it was a joke.  
We didn't.

Heather started another cheer as we ran off to make room for the football 
team.  She didn't last through the cheer.  After a few lines, she was 
flushed red, breathing hard, bent over and grasping at her pussy with her 
hand.  We had to run in front of her.

She saw me and gasped, "I love this!"

We stood in our bunch and watched the football players appear in full 
uniforms with pads.  Damn, they all looked like such hunks.  Coach 
Johnston introduced the varsity.  Amy and Rochelle squealed for their 
Program partners, the quarterback and a running back who was introduced 
as captain.  Bill, Steve, Brian and Shawn also made the varsity.  Dan is 
the only freshman on varsity.  He's also the only player Coach Johnston 
introduced as a starter.

The JV football team went through their thing after that.  The 
cheerleaders were supposed to do another series of cheers after the 
football players left.  They did the final cheer for the JV, then Heather 
gave a hand signal over her head.  The cheerleaders collapsed with 
grateful smiles on their faces.  They were exhausted and Heather had just 
cancelled the last series.  Of course, Heather herself was the most 
tired.  She'd had the most orgasms.  The boy cheerleaders picked up their 
partners and carried them off the floor.  Girls were leaning on each 
other and staggering as they tried to dodge the departing students.

The whole cheerleading squad went straight to the shower in our locker 
room.  How much fun do you think those guys had in there?

We stripped off the uniforms and most of the Program girls went to the 
clothes box by the front door.  Emily, Dawn, Kelly, Melissa and I waited 
outside the boys' locker room for Dan, Shawn and Bill.  Those boys got 
big hugs and kisses for greetings.  Dawn gave some to Kelly, too.  Bill 
and Melissa conferred for a moment, then confirmed the dinner and Dan's 
party.  They wanted some alone time, so they left.  The rest of us hauled 
skit props out of the lockers to Dan's car.  Emily, Kelly and Dawn were 
getting a ride with Dan to the O'Connell's.  I kissed him and went back 
in for my books and camera case.


Chapter 21.  Friday Evening


I walked to the pool complex with the book bag over my shoulder, the 
camera case dangling from one hand and my phone in the other.  I first 
called Sgt. Washington and confirmed that I'd let the matter of last 
night's fight drop.  Then I called the limo service and reserved two 
stretchies for tomorrow evening 5:30 to 8:30 - exact itinerary to be 
emailed tomorrow.  I'm glad Mom trusts me with her credit card.

I thought of calling Mom about restaurant reservations, but then had a 
second thought.  According to her, that restaurant had not yet had any 
naked customers and she said that the manager had a hang-up about it.  If 
I reserve anything in my name, she'll know naked people are coming.  I 
sort of wanted to surprise her, but not blind-side her.  I called and 
asked to speak to her as my Mom.  That's not unusual, so the reservation 
clerk put me right through.

I bragged to Mom about making varsity and being a captain.  I also 
bragged on Emily for her bookings, making the varsity and her Program 
award.

"You really like Emily, don't you?" she asked.

"Enough to lick her pussy in the biology video.  You'll have to see her 
fall off the desk when she comes," I answered.

She must have heard the excitement in my voice because she laughed.  Then 
I told her about my award and what I wanted to do with it.  Mom was 
thrilled that I was sharing.  It was like I was sharing with her a little 
by picking her restaurant.

She said I was damned lucky there's a banquet room available early 
tomorrow evening.  There were none available after nine.  I promised to 
be out around 8 because we all had parties.  Her long pause was enough to 
ask what party I had.  I told her about gathering Program freshmen and 
sophomores, Dan's sister and maybe a middle school friend at Dan's.  I 
also told her exactly where Dan's house is.  She was seriously impressed, 
and she's not easy to impress.

"There was a call from Kurita-san on my line, Pam.  There's a note.  He 
wants to see you in his studio tomorrow by 8.  Didn't say what it's 
about.  You know how he always commands his students?  This time he was 
much more of the askin'," she said.  "Oh, your supper tonight?  It's 
pizza ... for two.  Enjoy."

The last call was to Dan, "Hey guy!  I'll trade you a ride home from the 
pool for a huge gourmet restaurant pizza and naked entertainment.  How 
about it?"

"Don't know if I can wait `til seven.  I'll be so ready, I'm likely to 
start eating you right there," he answered.

This was another day when I had plenty of time to get into trouble, and 
that's just what I did.  I locked my bookbag, award checks and camera in 
a locker, then went looking for one Officer Sid Moore.  He was 
conveniently in his office.  I went in there without any pretense, showed 
him enough to get a priest hard and started talking about his recovery.

"My knees were hurt a lot.  They work now, but they're still sore.  The 
worst problem is my legs are scrawny and weak," he told me.

I sympathized then asked him how things were going on the rest of his 
shift.  He told some stories and gossip that had me laughing.  We were 
more comfortable after that, especially when he adjusted that hard cock 
in his pants.

"That time the guy got hurt, I did crowd control and some paperwork.  I 
wanted to help more but didn't know how - even with the clean up.  Sgt. 
Washington said replenishing the first aid kit was something we can help 
with.  Do you have time to fill me in on some of that," he asked.

Bingo!  That couldn't have worked out better, or worse.

"Oh, yeah.  All that stuff's in the supply closet.  C'mon, I'll show you.  
Bring the keys," I answered.

I closed the supply closet door behind us.  It's always locked.  I showed 
Sid all the boxes of stuff for the kit and more paperwork forms than he'd 
ever want to see.

I got close to him, smiled and said, "There's one more thing I want to 
show you."

I think he saw it coming with the tone of voice in his, "What would that 
be?"

"A good time," I said as I started on his shirt buttons.

He protested, but only a little.  Something about being on duty.  I took 
off his uniform shirt and t-shirt.  He's a hunk above the waist.  He has 
great arms, shoulders, lats, back, pects and a solid washboard down his 
front.  "Rrrrr" I growled when I stroked all that hard man stuff.

I undid his equipment belt and then his pants.  His under shorts went 
down with the last of his uniform.  He was getting with the idea.  He had 
already kicked off his shoes.  He's a hunk above the waist, but only one 
part of him below the waist is hunky.  That part was sticking up into my 
face while I pulled his pants off.  I kissed and licked it a few times.  
The rest of his ass and legs have suffered from lack of use.  He's right, 
they're scrawny.

I let him lie down on the closet floor and perched on him.  He reached 
down to my pussy and worked on me like he knows what it's about.  I 
leaned forward so I could kiss him.  His mouth did me some good and his 
hands worked wonders.  I was soon wriggling all over him and breathing 
hard.  He had me wet and ready.  I slid over his cock and let it start 
into me.  I rocked back and forth so it would go in a little more and get 
more wet each time.  It went all the way in, so I could work myself 
against him while I slid up and down.  My vagina and clit were getting 
all they needed.  He moved his hands to my boobs and gave them what they 
needed, too.

My gasps were getting loud.  I lay down on him and put my open mouth 
around his collar bone.  He thought I was going to bite him, but I 
didn't.  I just screamed into his shoulder and all those bulging muscles 
muffled my voice.  I kept wriggling and thrusting on him, going faster 
and faster.  I got off twice with a warm, quiet time between them.  When 
he came, he thrust up into me with his abs, but didn't use his legs.  
That was fine.  Those abs are wonderful.

We lay there cuddling for a few minutes until we mostly recovered.  He 
cuddles and kisses like he knows what they're about, too.  Another thing 
the supply closet has plenty of is paper towels for the restrooms.  We 
got cleaned up and he got dressed.

"That's where all the first aid supplies are except oxygen.  We have to 
call downtown for a new bottle if we use it at all," I said as we left 
the closet.

That should have been enough of a cover for Mr. Schwartz.  He came the 
other way in the hall just then.  Sid and I went back to his office 
smiling at each other a lot.  I thought that was pretty good for my first 
semi-pro time.  I say `semi' because this lay wasn't for cash, but it was 
for future favors.  I'd learned the value of having friends on the police 
force.

Any more carrying on was interrupted by the Switerlitz family.  The 
eagerly naked Caitlin was dragging the reluctantly naked Cass out of the 
locker room.

"Come on, Cass.  You know it's that time of the month," Caitlin teased 
with double meaning.

"Hi, Cass.  Did you hear about Emily and what those pictures got her?" I 
asked as I checked out her pussy for tampon strings or runny red stuff.

She caught the look and responded, "Not my period.  Mom's taking my blood 
every month to catch the start of any growth spurt I might do.  The 
little vampire can't wait to watch.

"What about Emily?"

Cass was duly impressed about having a picture in the portfolio that got 
Emily the high-priced bookings.  Dr. Switerlitz was waiting where we 
usually do our stuff in the lounge.  It was total torture for Cass.  Not 
so much the blood sample, but the constant teasing from Caitlin.  I 
decided to be lenient on Cass if she wanted to dunk her little sister.

The doctor took my blood and reported that nothing had changed.  I should 
still be in a powerful growth spurt.  Her measurements confirmed that.  
I'd put on about as much breast mass as in each of the last few days.  It 
hadn't made as much difference as when I was totally flat, though.  I was 
still at the large end of A size, getting into the difficult area between 
sizes.  As if I didn't already have that clue.

"Thanks for being so consistent, Pam.  The way you have sex within an 
hour before our sessions makes the measurements track better," the doctor 
said and we smiled at each other.

Cass blushed a little at a sex reference from her mother.  Caitlin showed 
how young she is.  She turned bright red, put her hand over her mouth and 
ran out of there.  I didn't bother telling her not to run.  She was long 
gone.  Cass went after her with mischief in her eye.

I did the chemical check, moved signs and got in the chair for my shift.  
The place was more nearly empty than usual.  Even the regulars must have 
been getting ready for their Friday evenings.  Cass had her revenge.  She 
teased Caitlin about sex and walking in on people.  She must have been 
pretty graphic.  Every time she did that, the little girl would go "Eww," 
run away and jump in the water.  Their Mom had a smile that made me think 
she was glad Cass had a chance to turn the tables on Caitlin.

That family and another left and the pools were empty.  Mr. Schwartz 
beckoned me down and inside.  He told Sid that the outdoor pools were 
closed until seven.  He wanted to meet with me about the schedule change 
I needed next week.  It was a little strange that Mr. Schwartz told me to 
sit and closed the door when we got in his office.

"I want to establish the facts first and see if you have any defense.  
Did you and Officer Moore have sex in the supply closet?" he asked 
bluntly.

Uh-oh.  He was acting like this was worse than an oops.

"Yes, sir," I squeaked an answer.  "It was all my doing.  I jumped his 
bones.  If it was wrong, don't do anything to him.  It's all my fault."

"Just what I thought, and just what I expect from you, Pam.  Most teens 
would try to turn the blame anywhere they could.  You're honesty and 
responsibility are going to get you some leniency here.

"I can understand your confusion about this.  They strip your clothes off 
and push you at each other in school.  They tell you to express your 
sexual selves and even make class time for it.  Nudity extends to the 
rest of your life, so why shouldn't the sex?  We'll have to work that 
into our training.  This is the first job for a lot of young people.  
It's something we need to cover.

"Sex in the workplace is distracting.  If it were allowed, that's all 
people would do all day.  It's not allowed and the city says someone can 
be fired for the first offense.  It's also a problem to distract a public 
safety officer.  That ploy was used in your favor on Monday.  You should 
have known about that one.

"The schedule adjustment is that you are suspended ... for three months 
... until the year-end holidays.  We really want to keep you with us.  If 
the suspension is official, you can't do training.  If you agree, I'll 
make it unofficial.  You'll be on the list to call for substitutes, but 
you are to turn down anyone who calls.  The swim team and training on 
Saturdays aren't affected at all.  Understand?"

"Yes, sir, and I agree to the suspension," I answered quietly.

"Good.  Now don't mention the suspension or what it's for to anyone or 
I'll have to make it official," he admonished.

"Now about training," he sort of changed the subject.  "The paramedics 
have two sessions tomorrow and they're stretched thin.  It's their 
busiest time.  People drink a lot of beer in this weather then try to do 
weekend chores they're not used to.  All the accidents keep the 
paramedics and hospitals hopping.  The point is that they need help.  One 
of the sessions is an introduction to the new first aid kits and all the 
goodies in them at Lincoln.  They'll have PE, shop, lab and office people 
from all the schools and we have only one EMT to teach them.  They asked 
for you - the paramedics and the school.  Yes, I think that means 
teaching your teachers."

I guess he had noticed my open mouth when he said that last part.

"See ya, Pam," he dismissed me with some disappointment in his voice.

I got my stuff from the locker and walked out slowly.  I had mixed 
emotions, mostly down.  Even my conceited confidence was shaken.  Mr. 
Schwartz was right that I was confused.  I didn't expect that sex to be 
illegal.  After some thinking, I realized that it wasn't illegal, just 
against the rules for that place and time.  The punishment was supposed 
to drive that home to me.  It already started working.  Another feeling I 
got was that I didn't get away with it this time.  I was not really 
invincible.  At least Mr. Schwartz covered the flattering part last and 
didn't leave me sad enough to cry.

There was suddenly a car right there at the curb.  Dan was looking out of 
it at me.  He obviously had no shirt on, but that's not unusual in this 
heat.  When I got to the car, I saw that he didn't have anything else on 
either.  The sight of the naked Dan helped me feel better.  He seized me 
as soon as I sat down.  One hand pulled me into the hug and the other 
worked over my boob.  His tongue spent some time in my mouth, then he 
started nibbling on my lips.  I melted.  I just held on and let him do 
whatever.  With Dan I know that whatever he does, it will be wonderful.

He could tell that I liked what he was doing and kept it up.  He could 
also tell I wasn't in the mood for more, so that's all he did.  He 
finally got his fill of trying to eat me right there.

He took my hand and asked, "What's wrong, Pam, and don't say `nothing'?"

Telling him about other things had really helped.  I told about both the 
suspension and the training.  I was right.  It helped to get it all out.  
I could sort out my thoughts better when I tried to express them.  His 
sympathy was just right, too.

"Don't mention it to anybody, please.  I'm still getting away with a lot 
while it's unofficial," I begged him.

"That'll cost you a bribe.  Besides, you need pizza and loving," he 
joked.

He drove us home.  I got out the pizza.  It was extra large with 
ingredients between three layers of cheese and sauce so mild it actually 
tasted like tomatoes.  It was cooked just enough to hold it together.  I 
heated it and set the timer for just how much more cooking it needed.

Dan and I retired to the living room where he proceeded to heat me.  He 
sat on the couch and I sat on his lap.  His mouth was all over mine and 
sometimes down to my boobs.  His tongue was more than welcome in my mouth 
and all over my nipples.  He started by grabbing my boob the way I've 
come to really like.  His hands spent lots of time at my boobs and lower, 
rubbing my legs and vulva.  I let myself be carried away.  I got so into 
the feeling for him that I didn't pay attention to the individual 
strokes.  Screaming happened, but I don't know when.  I do know that it 
was over when the timer beeped for the pizza.

Dan carried me into the kitchen and let me sit while he got the pizza out 
to cool.  I needed to cool down, too.  He had only given me a hand job, 
but he was to attentive and tender when I needed it so much.  I felt like 
it was a really hot time.  I got up after a minute, cut the pizza into 
slices and got us some drinks.  I put the whole thing in front of Dan at 
the table.

I sat on his lap again and started to feed him.  He ate some pizza from 
my hand and returned the favor.  We went along with me on his lap, 
feeding each other.  My feelings kept getting warmer and closer to Dan.  
My spirits rose with each piece I fed him or he fed me.  I didn't forget 
about anything from the day, but felt better about the bad parts.  Two 
hungry growing teens did finish that pizza, but it took a while because 
we were so interested in each other.

Cleanup was quick.  When the kitchen was presentable, I took Dan's hand 
and started pulling him toward the bedroom.  He'd helped me and deserved 
as much intimacy with me as he wanted.

"Hey, Pam?  I want to do you like crazy.  You were sitting against my 
poor cock all through dinner.  We can do that and cover a little 
something I want to do to Karen at the same time.  She's having her date 
for tomorrow's party over tonight to break the ice.  I want to return the 
crap she gave me when I had a girl over last year.  How about if we do it 
around my pool?" he asked.

Now, I like pranks and mischief, but this was going to delay our 
screwing.  He was convincing.  He picked me up, kept one hand on my boob 
the way he likes and carried me out the front door.

"Okay, okay.  Let me get my pack and keys," I gave in.

I also left Mom a note in case I was still out when she came home.  
That's when I saw the note about Kurita-san, the karate instructor.  If I 
had to get up early on Saturday, I'd have to be home and sleeping - 
without Dan - by about then.  I mentioned that to Dan and he promised to 
have me fucked, home and tucked in for a good night's sleep before the 
witching hour.

We found Karen and her date at the Allen's pool.  Amazingly they were 
both dressed - sort of.  The guy had normal swimming shorts, but Karen's 
bikini was minimal.  The strips over her nipples and pussy were each less 
than an inch wide - way not enough on a big body like hers.  The strips 
were single thickness and stretched flat over what they tried to cover.  
I think she bothered with the suit only to be able to say she wasn't 
naked.  The effect on him was the same.

"Hey, Dave.  Looking good," I greeted my friend from middle school.

"Hi, Pam.  Lookin' ... naked!" he responded, looking me up and down.  "We 
all saw the pep rally.  Is that Program as good as you make it sound?"

"Sure is.  You'll find out more tomorrow if we don't scare you away from 
Karen," I answered.

"Dave, this is my brother Dan," Karen introduced.  "They're just passing 
by."

Dave is really tall.  He tries to play wide receiver at football, but is 
better as a defender.  He really shines at basketball.  I like Dave.  
He's sharp and quick-witted.  He fit in with our group last year and 
should fit in with the Program people.  He goes well with Karen, too.  
She needs a tall guy.

Dave smiled and reached to shake Dan's hand.  Dan stepped out from behind 
me and Dave caught a look at that big cock.  He stared until Dan took his 
hand and shook him out of it.  Their suits were dry, so they were just 
getting started.  Dan and I jumped into the pool and challenged those two 
to a game.  Karen glared at us.  She wasn't getting anywhere at this rate 
and wanted her privacy.

Dave jumped in and we all waited for Karen.  She jumped in as we started 
the game.  It involves throwing each other around a lot, so the body 
contact did serve to break some ice.  Trips out of the pool to the diving 
boards gave us good looks at each other.  Dan's neighbors were watching 
again, too.  I jumped spread-eagle from the board and waved to them 
again.  They smiled and waved back again.  I think their smiles were 
bigger this time.

Karen's suit must have been doing what she wanted because she didn't 
adjust it.  All three strips were now transparent.  She couldn't say she 
wasn't naked anymore.  She had Dave's attention and wanted privacy even 
more.  I think she was afraid to be so forward as to ask him to her room, 
at least not yet.

Dave got with it.  He took in everything Karen and I were showing and was 
getting ready for more.  He got hold of Karen in waist-deep water.  He 
have her a kiss.  She reacted like she was getting some tongue from him 
for the first time - a little surprised at how fast things were moving 
now.  By the time he broke the kiss, he had all the strings of her bikini 
untied.  He threw the little strips of cloth onto the deck and offered 
her his shorts.  She took care of them in quick order.  She untied the 
drawstring then ducked under the water to pull them off him.  She must 
have been pleased at what she saw because she came up smiling.

"Crap!" whispered Dan.  "I wanted to cause trouble, but we seem to have 
helped."

Karen must have heard that because she was scowling when she said, "You 
two need more than privacy to get any screwing done.  Get out of here 
before I `help' you."

She was right, of course.  We needed jelly and time in a relaxing place.  
Dan's bedroom was perfect.  He has a king size bed as long as mine and a 
lot wider.  He also had that new, full jar of lube jelly.  Dan got right 
to that part and spread jelly all over the parts that need it.  He knows 
how to mix that with stimulating me.  His fingers worked down there while 
his tongue and lips worked on my mouth.  I was getting lost in it again 
when he lay back on the bed, ready for me to start.

I'd been ready for the thrill since the last slice of pizza.  I straddled 
him and started the slow process of stretching to get him in me.  Dan 
always takes the initial nibbles of my pussy and the repeated gentle 
pressure without going off.  He's amazing.  It was several minutes before 
I could thrust him all the way in and out of me.  By then, my vagina and 
clit were in full-time contact with him and feeling every move.  My gasps 
were getting heavy and almost to the next stage.

"Did you warn them?  Karen and your Dad?  About the screaming?" I asked.

"They heard last night, and I don't think they'll be bothered.  The house 
is pretty well built," he said.

He thrust up into me a little.  It was just enough to send me over.  I 
heard my first few screams, then even that was lost in all the sensations 
of sex with Dan.  He told me later that my wriggling and thrusting were 
even more wild than usual.  All I know is that it felt like one enormous 
orgasm.  It kept going and going as long as I did.  The only thing that 
interrupted it was the pop when his softening dick came out of my pussy.

We lay there together doing more of that wonderful cuddling.  I was warm, 
radiant and  glowing.  He was breathing hard, tired and relaxing.  After 
a couple of minutes, I started kissing his face all over.  He let my 
tongue into his mouth and moaned his appreciation, but didn't return the 
action.  I was getting all perky and he was flaking out.  I thought that 
state would be suggestive to the two at the pool.

"Lets go show off at the pool.  Maybe it'll cause trouble, but I bet 
it'll help more," I suggested.

The thought of interrupting his little sister's date again must have 
appealed to Dan.  I'm not the one to call Karen `little', am I?  She's 
older and taller than me, and so is Dave.  Anyway, Dan started to sit up 
and swing off the bed.  I hopped up and pulled on his arm.  We stopped in 
his shower to clean off a little, then went out to the pool.

We found them frolicking and teasing each other in the water.  Karen was 
making him chase her and work for his kisses.  He'd grope for her boobs, 
ass or pussy when he caught her.  She'd let him have his kiss and feel, 
then get away.  He'd jump clear of the water to pounce on her when he got 
close.  That gave us all a good view of his long hard cock.   Karen kept 
making it easier and easier for him and lingered longer and longer before 
she scampered away.

"What's taking them so long?  She should have been nailed by now," I 
whispered to Dan.

"I think he's a virgin.  He's doing okay at the playful stuff, but he 
might be afraid of not doing her well enough.  She's good with virgins.  
She'll catch him after he chases her a little longer," he whispered back.

"I'm glad he's `breaking the ice' tonight.  Tomorrow would be just too 
much for a virgin," I concluded.  "For now, let's bomb them."

We did cannonballs off both diving boards at the same time and thoroughly 
splashed the playful couple.  We screamed when we jumped.  They both 
looked up and got good views.  Karen concluded that we'd had a good time 
and that we'd be around until Dan was ready again.  She glared some more.  
We came up to the surface and splashed them mercilessly.

"Dan, you bastard!  Leave us alone.  I was never like this with your 
dates," Karen whined.  "Oh.  Yes I was ... but you don't have to pay me 
back like this."

"What?  Pay back?  We're just setting the example," Dan teased.

"Program outreach," I added and snuggled with Dan.

"We don't need outreach.  We need privacy," Karen said to us with an 
exasperated tone.

"That little grab-ass isn't something you need privacy for," Dan teased 
and illustrated his point by grabbing my boob.

The boob action felt sooo good with my excited nipples on top of the sore 
breasts that hurt so nicely.  I did what that made me feel like doing.  I 
wrapped my arms around Dan's shoulders and kissed him deeply.

"Try that ..." Dan started to say after the kiss, but before he looked at 
his sister.

Dave had wrapped Karen into a kiss that was every bit as hot as ours.  
She was giving back all she got.  Their mouths were working each other 
over and so were their hands.  His fingers were digging into her boob and 
ass.  Her hands were cradling his head and stroking his shoulders.

"Umm ... Maybe we're the ones who could find someplace where we won't 
drown when we do what's next," Karen said leading Dave out of the pool.

"Oh, crap.  We helped again," Dan whispered with a big grin.

That's when I finally figured him out.  He could only get away with 
helping if it seemed to Karen like payback or teasing.  He got another 
passionate kiss from me and I wasn't playacting that time.  Dan had all 
the rest he needed.  He picked me up with one arm, stroked a boob with 
the other hand and carried me out of the pool and into the house.

Dave and Karen had stopped for another kiss in the hall.  They stopped 
the kissing when they saw Dan carrying me with his hard cock coming up 
between my legs.  I waved to them with a smile that told of what I was 
anticipating.

Dan didn't disappoint me.  He laid me on the bed and went right to it.  
He can be so masterful and aggressive without getting rough.  There was 
gap of only a moment when he got the jelly.  I was soon gasping and 
squealing while his fingers put the jelly in all the right places.  He 
put all his weight on me.  He kissed all around my face and worked over 
both boobs with his hands.  Damn it felt great that he was getting 
handfuls that he could sink his fingers into.

He was sinking his hard cock into me, too.  He did it a little at a time 
with gentle pressure until he was in all the way and everything was 
sliding just right.  He started pounding me then.  I lost it again, 
overwhelmed by the sensations.  I remember the first few screams, then 
everything blurs together.  I know better than to try to count orgasms 
with Dan.  I just enjoy them however many there are.  For one more time, 
I couldn't tell when he came.  The next thing I knew for sure was when he 
was lying still on me and wasn't in me any more.  My legs were still 
around his ass and I was still wriggling a little.

"Damn, Pam," he whispered.  "If you get any stronger, you're likely to 
throw me right off you.  Do you know how far you lift off the bed?  And 
you're not using your legs at all.  I just want more and more of you."

I didn't answer that because I really didn't know that I was doing it, 
let alone how.  I was just basking in the glow from the really deep sex.  
I did know that I want more and more of Dan.  We kissed, cuddled and 
talked.  We decided to have the limo pick us up for dinner at our own 
houses tomorrow night and we'd both go naked.

Dan thought we were well enough recovered after a few minutes and started 
to get up.  I pulled him right back down and went after him.  I kissed 
him all up and down his front and kept my hands busy too.

"I want more and more of you, too," I explained.

He looked at me with wide eyes and gasped, "Nobody ever ..."

He had trouble finishing that with my tongue getting in the way.  The 
thought of a third time must have got to him.  He was hard right away and 
got to work on me.  He was kissing and licking my boobs while his hands 
put another layer of jelly around all the right places on both of us.  I 
heard the jar fall on the floor and neither of us cared.  We were both 
breathing hard and only wanted each other.

He was caring and gentle getting into me again.  I was already so 
stretched that it was really quick.  He slid that big cock over my clit 
and my spot, then pressed against me.  He only had to get that pinch once 
to get the screaming started.  He said later that it wasn't as loud as 
usual.  I must have been getting the same effect as in the gangbang.  Sex 
with Dan may be even more tiring the way he makes it so intense all the 
time.

Our sweaty bodies became like one.  That's how we were when I could pay 
attention again.  He was on me and we were holding each other for all 
we're worth.  We were both well spent then.  He was so good with the 
cuddling and kissing again.  Yep.  I want more and more of that guy.

We took a rather slow shower together, admiring and appreciating each 
other's bodies.  We were both really satisfied, so it didn't go beyond 
showering.  We checked the pool, but nobody was there.  He pointed out 
the time.  It was just the right time to get me home and to bed.

Dave's dad was in the driveway picking him up.  Karen was naked and Dave 
was just carrying his shorts.  The dad looked over Dan and me, too.  Both 
guys had peaceful looks and soft dicks.  Both girls had engorged red 
pussies.  The guy had everything figured out.  He didn't look shocked or 
angry.  I thought he looked proud of his son.  Dave started to hug Karen 
for a kiss, but stopped.  Karen got this disappointed, even hurt, look.

"No, you're not supposed to kiss on the first date with a girl, but 
you're not supposed to go naked or screw either.  Now kiss her and let 
her know what a good time you had," his dad instructed.

Dave pounced on Karen and wrapped her in a hug.  The big girl poured 
herself into it.  She demanded and got tongue.  She put one of his hands 
on her boob.  I think she caught that look of pride from Dave's father 
and wanted to feed that feeling.

"It was a really good time for me, too," Karen said when the kiss broke.

Dave's dad was smiling from ear to ear when they got in the car.  I 
wondered how that man would see the Program in terms of `first dates' and 
hoped he'll be as flexible when Dave spends a week naked next year.

Dan had me at home before I really knew it.  My mind was on us - him and 
me - and how good we are together.  He gave me such a sweet goodnight 
kiss on the porch.  I poured myself inside, closed the door, collapsed 
against it and sighed.  It was sooo dreamy.  This journal is the last 
chore for the evening.  Next is bed and I know what I'll be thinking 
about.





Comments to geffo3@yahoo.com

Thanks, Geffo
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