Sam and Jenna Naked in School

	Tuesday, Morning

	Jenna

	Tuesday morning. Nothing all that strange; Theo picked on Edd.
Edd threw a fit. Theo threw cereal. Edd threw cereal back. All of
it. And his cereal bowl, too. Karla made them clean up the mess.
The twins laughed at them. And I was looking at a school day
spent naked in an hour. I still wasn’t sure if I had made the
right choice. Or if I was even sane, for that matter.
	I’m not sure why Dad decided I could stay in the Program either,
but he wasn’t too happy either way. He was a heavy man. His belly
had the kind of thickness that always made me think he could
maybe, somehow, be pregnant, and he had a half-grown beard. He
would have had a full grown one, but Karla keeps making him shave
it. He has rough hands, worker hands, which is kind of strange
since he mostly sits around watching sports whenever he’s home.
	For most of breakfast he alternately  glaring at me and glared
at Karla. Karla firmly ignored him and chattered with the kids.
Occasionally she glanced at Dad and shook her head before sending
me a quick wink.
	After eating my father shook his head a final time and let out a
grumbling sigh before standing up. “Don’t let anyone do anything
you don’t want them to,” he instructed me.
	“I won’t Dad,” I mumbled uncomfortably. I did not want to talk
about the Program with my father.
	His scowl fell off a bit as he hesitated at the kitchen door.
	“Just remember you’re a smart girl. So handle it intelligently.”
Then he left.
	Karla smiled and nodded happily, taking his words as
encouragement. It was the closest thing to acceptance my Dad was
likely to give for quite awhile.
	“What’s going on?” Theo asked.
	Before I could stop her, Karla blurted, “The Program.”
	Theo about fell out of his seat laughing and pointing at me. Edd
looked confused. The twins leaned closer to me, their eyes wide
and curious. Tony just shrugged.
	“Karla,” I whined unhappily.
	“Oh God!” Theo howled, clutching his side and beating his fist
on the table. I couldn’t tell if he was being melodramatic or if
he was seriously laughing that hard.
	“The Program! You! This is great!”
	“What’s the program?” Edd asked.
	I stuck out my lower lip and looked Tony’s way. Tony shrugged,
then smacked Theo on the back of the head. Did I mention Tony’s
my favorite?
	“Ow,” Theo whined, glaring at Tony as he rubbed his head.
	“What’s the Program?” Edd added again.
	“Was it fun?” The twins asked at once.
	“Was it weird?” Jessica asked.
	“Was it scary?” Ashley added.
	“It was cold,” I said flatly.
	“What is the Program?!” Edd shrieked at the top of his little
lungs.
	“Edd!” Karla scolded. Edd looked like he was going to launch
into tantrum mode in a few seconds.
	“It’s a week where older kids have to go to school naked,” I
explained.
	Edd’s eyes widened in amazement. Then he blanched as he looked
over at me and the twins and muttered, “Naked girls? Gross!”
	At least that gave me something to chuckle to myself about on my
way to school.

	Sam

	“I’m sorry, son. I just thought it could be a unique experience
for you.”
	I chuckled and grinned at my father. “Unique is the word all
right,” I replied.
	“You seem to handle stuff like this better than most,” he
reasoned and poured himself some coffee.
	“That stuff’s going to give you a stroke. Sure, I’ve got no idea
how, but it will somehow.”
	My Dad rolled his eyes. He was a thin man. I worried he didn’t
eat well enough sometimes. He had deep circles under his eyes,
shadows of sleepless nights and undue stress. His hair was
graying, thinning. He was a youngish man still, not even in his
forties, but already deep lines of worry and heartache were
etched and grooved all over his face.
	He looked like a miserable old man and I doubted that was far
from the truth. He didn’t smile often, and it wasn’t because he
was a bitter or grouchy person. When he did smile, it was because
I made him smile. I tried hard to make him smile. I’d been
working at it since I was a kid.
	My Pop was a good man. He deserved to smile more.
	“Just try not give too many people heart conditions. I know how
you are,” he said. He sat down and tried to ignore the mess
scattered so carelessly around the kitchen table. We’d both given
up on trying to clean it up a long time ago. No matter how much
the two of us tried to keep the house clean and orderly, it never
stayed that way for long.
	“Want me to pick up anything on the way home?” I asked. I
grabbed my bookbag and glanced back.
	“No son,” he sighed. Then he smiled. It was weak. Tired. But his
eyes still held the approval and gentle understanding they’d
always shown when he looked at me. “Have fun at school and hang
in there. You never know what kind of new understandings
unfamiliar situations may bring.”
	“Take care Pop. I love you.”
 	Someone had to say it to him.

	Jenna

	I met Sam in front of school where the Program participants
dressed and undressed. Boxes were arranged all in a row against
the wall with names on them. I really hoped someone came by as
classes started to collect the boxes. The last thing I wanted was
some stupid prankster (probably a freshman) coming around and
lifting everyone’s clothes. Which would, of course, include mine.
	Sam seemed a little distracted when I fist approached him. He
jumped when I stepped beside him and smiled sheepishly as he
greeted me.
	“Here we go again,” he said.
	I nodded and tried to smile calmly. Given that I had to strip
down in front of a fair sized crowd gathered for the show, I
don’t know how well it worked. The fact that people driving past
the school could probably get a good look didn’t help matters
any.
	What did help was Sam started undressing. I stared at his chest
for a moment, saw a thick muscle jump under the skin. And I
couldn’t help it…my inner voice immediately started chanting,
yummy…
	The thought didn’t really surprise me anymore. I thought Sam was
hot. Last night, during several hours of soul searching, I had
almost accepted all the thoughts that accompanied that notion.
Well, almost.
	I started stripping at just the moment Sam tossed his shirt at
someone. It turned out to be Derik, and it also turned out it
smacked him in the face. He hurled it back to a chorus of
laughter.
	Sam grinned and put the shirt into his box. “Don’t make me whip
the undies at you!”
	Derik made the most hilarious, horrified face I’ve ever seen. It
was great.
	I struggled with the clasp of my bra. I figured if it was going
to be seen, I may as well wear a decent one (I almost hadn’t worn
one at all). So I wore one of my fancy lace bra’s that did its
best to lift my breasts and pull them together. The downside was
I’d forgotten the hooks on this particular bra were kind of
tricky.
	“Here, let me help,” Sam offered. I glanced at him, a bit
surprised at first, then smiled sheepishly and nodded.
	Still facing my front, Sam reached around my body with one hand.
I tried not to roll my eyes. Without both hands and looking at
the hooks, he’d have even worse luck at undoing my bra than me.
From how a few people in the crowd snickered, apparently I wasn’t
the only one who thought so.
	With that thinking, I was pretty damn surprised when my bra went
slack and loose not three seconds later. My eyes went to Sam’s
face. He’d somehow undone my bra -a four hook one that was made
to hold in breasts my size- in about as long as it took me to
blink.
	“How did you…”
	Sam shrugged, looking a bit surprised himself. “Luck?” he
suggested.
	“I guess you’ve been around a few girls huh?” I tried not to
sound too disappointed. He surprised me again when he shook his
head.
	“No, I’m afraid I’m still a V-club member. I’ve never even
touched a bra. Well until, uh, now.”
	“You’re kidding,” I said. He shook his head and smiled. Amazing.
I had problems with my hooks sometimes, and I’m a girl! I knew
guys were notorious for having problems with bra hooks. And he
just undid them without a second thought!
	I stared when Sam’s pants came down. I couldn’t help it. I
stared right at his cock. Again. Several girls cheered and
clapped.  I just smiled at him. I don’t even think I blushed that
much. I stripped away my pants and slowly worked my underwear
down. I glanced at Sam. His expression was so cute, the way he
was trying (and failing) not to stare at my ass. Not long ago I
would have totally freaked if some guy was staring at my ass. Now
I didn’t mind that the guys in the crowd were looking. And that
Sam was looking…well, that I was actually enjoying. I giggled and
put my favorite lacy pink boy-shorts panties in the box. I liked
those panties. They made my ass look quite nice. I don’t think
anyone would have thought someone like me would have anything but
normal white panties, but I’m not as prudish as people think.
	Sam and I started walking into the school. We still had time
before homeroom so we took a relaxed, leisurely pace.
	“So where are my cookies?” Sam asked. We both consented to
requests and continued chatting through them. Someone brushed a
hand across my buttocks. Another lightly squeezed my thigh. I
reached out and grabbed Sam’s hand just like I had yesterday. I
was getting more used to being naked, and being touched, but for
some reason having him hold my hand made it hardly even
noticeable.
	“Cookies?” I asked. Then I smiled and laughed as I remembered
the silly promise I’d made yesterday.
	“You can really think of cookies at a time like this?” I asked.
A glance revealed that Sam was getting just as much attention as
I was. Several girls reached out to squeeze his cock or run their
hands along his tight stomach as we passed. One girl even reached
to cradle and roll his balls before moving away in a fit of
giggles.
	“It’s never a bad time for cookies,” he replied. He sounded
quite serious. We reached a fork in the hall and had to go our
separate ways.
	“You‘re nuts,” I laughed. “I guess I’ll see you in Psych?
	“I can’t wait to see what Mr. Gouski has in store for us,” he
replied with a roll of those dreamy gray eyes. I smiled and
stepped down the hall to my homeroom. I couldn’t stop thinking
about how amazing this boy was. He’d brought out some kind of
change in me, that was for sure.
	Everyone in homeroom stared at me, seeing my nudity for the
first time as I hadn’t made it to homeroom on Monday. I didn’t
mind too much. Not nearly as much as I minded the cold seats.
	“Hey you! The sexy naked chick!”
	I, being the only naked girl in the room, faced my heckler.
	“Subtle, Tessa,” I chuckled.
	“Hey, I went through it in my freshman year. At least you’re a
junior. It’s no big deal.”
	“I may be a Junior, but this is my first year at this school,” I
reminded her. “And I’m not sexy.”
	“You are to me baby,” Theresa replied, flashing me a wink
followed by a fit of giggling. I shook my head and sat down
beside her.
	Theresa was strange. She wasn’t a lesbian, but seemed to delight
in pretending to flirt with me. And most people for that matter.
She was open, a free spirited Hispanic girl with playful
chocolate eyes that matched her hair. She had ‘classic Spanish
beauty’, as her dad once told me. Large almond shaped eyes, a
delicate and graceful face with big glossy lips and a cute,
slightly wide nose. She was shapely and, being quite proud of it,
often wore shirts and skirts that flaunt the fact. She was
American born and had no trace of an accent, unless you got her
around her family. Then like a light switch, it was like she had
just come into the country.
	“Cut me some slack today, Tessa,” I half-heartedly whined. Tessa
and I generally took turns either poking fun at each other or
whining pitifully. It was our way.
	“Someone’s grumpy,” she teased.
	“I’m naked,” I groaned.
	“Really?” Tessa gasped. “Oh my god, you Are!”
	I sighed. Half the class was staring at us now. Which was the
half that hadn’t already been staring.
	“Calm down, girl,” Tessa laughed. “You’ll get used to it. I bet
by the end of the week you’re going naked at the mall
or…um…something!”
	I gave a particularly un-lady like snort at that notion. “And I
suppose you started that up after the Program too huh? What do
they call that? ‘Outreach’?”
	Tessa giggled. “Nah, no Outreach for me unless I’m at the
beach.”
	“You would,” I laughed.
	“Hey, tanlines suck!” She insisted. “Speaking of which, you NEED
a tan. If not for Derik you’d be the palest person I know!” Tessa
had been trying to convince me to get a tan since we’d met.
	“I’d rather not burn like bacon, thanks,” I smirked.
	“Ah well, at least you’re pale all over,” she smirked widely as
she looked me up and down.
	“Gee, thanks. It’s refreshing to be ogled by a girl for a
change,” I said sarcastically. “Where were you yesterday anyway?
I could’ve used a little, I dunno… support?”
	Tessa flashed me the biggest smile she could manage in response.
	“Oh!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands like a little girl. I do
that sometimes. I try not to.
	“Your braces are gone!”
	“Yep!” Tessa giggled. “It’s, like, about time. I hated those
things so much.”
	“Your smile looks great,” I said honestly. Tessa thanked me and
suddenly leaned closer, making me lean back in my seat as she got
almost uncomfortably close.
	“More on that later. First… who is he?”
	“Who’s who?” I asked.
	“Don’t be stupid, who is he?” She quipped.
	“I really don’t know who you’re talking about,” I replied
firmly.
	Theresa ‘tsk’ed and leaned even closer. “The stud who unhooked
your bra like he’d been trained to do it. And happened to be
naked –quite nicely naked, might I add- while he was doing it.”
	I turned bright red and smiled sheepishly. “You saw, huh?”
	“Um, duh,” Theresa giggled. “The whole school saw. You know talk
the student body camps out at the front of the main building to
catch the show.”
	“That was Sam. Sam Peterson.”
	“He’s got damn good hands by the looks of it,” Teresa commented.
	My blush probably spoke volumes on how I felt about that.
	“So you like him?” She pressed.
	“What? Where‘d that come from?”
	Theresa gave me a withering look. “Cut it out and answer me.”
	I hesitated a moment. “Y-yeah,” I admitted.
	“Damn!” Teresa moaned. She quickly glanced up at Ms. Tillman,
our homeroom teacher. She hadn’t noticed.
	“What are you damning about?” I asked.
	“He’s cute. And with hands like that I bet he’d make a great
boyfriend!”
	“Tessa!” I hissed.
	Tessa laughed and shook her head. “Quit being so serious.
You’ll, like, go into cardiac arrest or something.”
	I reached over and flicked the tip of her nose. She twitched her
nose and gave me a dirty look
	“I don’t suppose you’ve gotten the balls up to tell him how you
feel, huh?” She asked.
	I made a face at her. “Given that I don’t have any balls…”
	“Quit bein’ a pain, you know what I mean,” Theresa replied.
	I shook my head and let out  a sigh. “Come on Tessa, you know
me. I don’t even have the nerve to say hi to a guy I find mildly
attractive. You think I‘d actually be able to tell someone I have
a raging crush on them?”
	“Oh,” Tessa said, leaning back in her seat and folding her arms
across her chest. “I see, so you don’t have the nerve to tell a
guy you like him, but you can go parading around school in your
birthday suit? Makes perfect sense, that.”
	“Hey, that’s not fair!” I protested, all my nerves and
uncertainty coming out at once. “I don’t exactly have a lot of
choice in the matter here! You think I asked for the Program?”
	“Oh please,” Tessa quipped. “We both know your Dad’ll put you on
the Sign-out list if you as much as ask him to. He‘d love for you
to give him an excuse to protest the whole business.”
	“Yeah,” I admitted quietly. I forced myself to cool down and
took a deep breath. “But then Sam won’t have a partner.”
	“Sure he will!” Tessa grinned. “See, if you sign out, then I’ll
just volunteer myself into the Program and have those magic hands
all to myself!”
	I gave her a half serious glare. “ Uh-uh. I saw him first.”
	“I hate to point this out, sweetheart, but if he’s in the
Program than he’s not exactly escaping female attention. And
anyway, you can’t really put tags on him with the way you’re
probably getting felt up and messed with in the meantime.”
	I blushed softly and shook my head again. “I know, I know. It’s
not that I mind other girls touching him…well… not really. But I
want to be his partner.”
	Theresa’s giggling made me feel silly. “Maybe if you’re so keen
on being Sam’s partner, he’d like to know about it, huh?”
	I mumbled a reply as the bell rang.
	“We’ll talk more about this in Home Ec.,” Theresa said.
	“Try not to get in trouble before then,” I replied.
	“Trouble? Me?” Theresa gave me the most bullshit innocent look
before laughing and leaving the room.
Sam

	I came out of home room and tried to smack Andy upside the head.
Unfortunately he knew that most of his taunting got him a smack
somewhere and was already dancing out of range.
	“Hey, it ain’t my fault you’ve got the hot’s for the shy one!”
He snickered
	“I never said I had the…shut up.”
	Andy laughed at me. Again. He’d been laughing at me all through
homeroom. Greeeat friend.
	“Look, you could still woo her, really. You’ve just gotta be
careful not to…er…scare her away!” he insisted.
	“Enough Andy. I never said I was hot for her. You’re just
reading into shit like you always do.”
	“And I’m always right!” he grinned.
	“Not-uh,” I replied distractedly. “There was that time you
said…no you were right about that.” I reached up to rub the thin
stubble on my chin. “Well there was….no…or…um…well damn you
anyway,” I replied. I shot him a healthy glare but it only served
to make him laugh harder.
	“See! I’m always right. And I know that you’ve got the hot’s for
her!”
	I shook my head and was about to make a retort that would
probably be as useless as they always were.
	“Have the hot’s for who?”
	I whipped around to see Jenna standing behind me in all her
glory. I probably would have gotten serious wood at so much as
the sight of her, but I had other problems.
	“No one!” I blurted. I turned to glare at Andy. “Andy was just
being a retard.”
	“Hey!” he protested with a grin.
	“A spasmastic retard that doesn‘t know when to quit!” I
clarified.
	Andy flipped me the bird and grinned wider.
	“Did I interrupt something?” Jenna asked.
	I shot Andy once last glare before turning to smile at her.
“Nah, this is just how we are.”
	“Correction,” Andy added. “This is how you are. I just get
suckered into looking stupid with you.”
	“Your fault for allowing me to influence you,” I smirked.
	Jenna giggled and smiled at us like we were entertaining but
misguided children. “We’d better get going to class,” she said
	“Yeah Sam. Get going before the hordes of females come to molest
you,” Andy snickered.
	“ That was weak,” I taunted him.
	“Yeah well…shut up!” Andy laughed, then rounded the corner out
of sight.
	He wasn’t entirely wrong, as always. Andy’s exit appeared to be
the cue for all Program admirers to start harassing Program
students. As Jenna and I walked our way to Psych, the curious
students from yesterday made their appearance. We granted
requests. Several girls toyed with my cock, stroking and
caressing it as Jenna’s breasts were squeezed and liberally
palmed. I held Jenna’s hand through the several moments we stood
there. She squeezed at it, but it wasn’t the panicked, freaked
out squeeze it had been yesterday. A glance showed me her
blushing face, but her eyes were pretty calm and level.
	Together we stepped into Psych and waited at the front of the
room while the class filtered in.
	“What‘s on the agenda today?” I asked Mr. Gouski. “Going to
analyze me and make me come to the sudden conclusion that I have
a severe phobia of being naked in the view of others?
	“Yes,” he replied without even glancing away from the
blackboard.
	“Dammit,” I muttered. Mr. Gouski was cool.  Mr. Gouski let us
cuss. Occasionally, if he was excited he’d let one slip too. Do
you have any idea how totally sick it is to hear your teacher
cuss? It’s like a frickin’ dream! This is why Mr. Gouski was my,
and many other students, favorite teacher.
	“All right, shut up and pay attention,” Mr. Gouski said. He gave
a wicked, wide grin he used to purposefully freak his students
out and rubbed his hands together with exaggerated eagerness.
“Take your seats and bring out your notes. This obviously won’t
be part of the usual material, but I expect all of you to take
notes anyway. And trust me, you’d better take good notes and
treat this as a legitimate learning experience. There’s a
definite possibility a bitch of an essay will come your way.”
	He nodded to the two seats at the front of the class while his
students groaned and muttered at the agonizing thought of one of
Mr. Gouski’s essays. A machine was set up beside the chairs. It
kind of looked like a lie detector from what I could tell, and
even had those special little finger clamp doohickeys and
electrode pads you see in corny cop flicks during the
interrogation scenes.
	This was going to be just about special.
	Jenna and I sat down and Mr. Gouski helped us get the finger
clips in place. He connected the electrode pads on either side of
our chests and temples.
	“This little piece of technology here,” Mr. Gouski sarcastically
grumbled while he put everything in place, then stepped up to the
monitor standing to the side. “Um, isn’t working. Ah, there we
go. This computer is designed to detect and display several vital
signs of the human body. It displays the pulse rate,
perspiration, body temperature, and a few others that you don’t
care about. We’ll now conduct an experiment of sorts, today and
likely for the remainder of this week’s class.”
	Mr. Gouski finished with us and stepped to his desk. He leaned
against the front of it, engaging the class more fully.
	“You all know me. I don’t have time or patience for moronic
behavior.” his eyes swept over the class. After a moment his
stern look faded and he flashed his cheesy grin. “That said,
we’re going to have fun! But we’re going to try and learn a bit.
About Sam. About Jenna. And hopefully, about all of us.”
	I rolled my eyes. Mr. Gouski was on one of his speeches. I
usually thought they were fairly interesting because I’m, well,
weird, but he could get a bit carried away.
	“We’re going to test the workings of our sexuality. Specifically
we will observe the way the mind and body interact in arousal
responses.
	“Now,” Mr. Gouski swept his attention from the class to Jenna
and I. “This may possibly interfere with the readouts we get on
the machine, but I am required to give you the chance anyway. Do
either of you want relief?”
	It was pretty clear that he didn’t think this would be a
particularly good idea if we were going to do this exercise of
his. Jenna and I both shook our heads.
	“Good,” Mr. Gouski said. He hopped up from his desk and scanned
the class. “I need two volunteers, one male and one female.”
	Hands came up, almost each and every student in the room. Mr.
Gouski picked two out and glanced at us for approval. Jenna
hesitated for a moment, but nodded when she saw me doing so.
	The teens came forward and I sat looking at a leggy blonde with
a skirt so short it would have gotten her sent to the office at a
less lenient school. As it was,  her tallness, my shortness, and
the low chair I was seated in gave me a teasing glimpse up her
skirt at her inner thighs and just the smallest peak of her
cotton panties. They dug into her pussy, giving her a prominent
camel toe and showing off her folds through the thin material.
She grinned down at me, teasing. Playful. Confident.
	“We’re going to begin. Start by lightly touching both Sam and
Jenna. Avoid touching the major erogenous zones. Let us see how
they respond to simple touch.” Mr. Gouski instructed.
	The girl stepped forward and slowly reached out, her hands
coming to rest on my shoulders. She lightly stroked them, working
her hands in slow circles and playing her fingertips along the
muscle under the skin. Her hands went down my arms, lightly
squeezing at my biceps. She smiled coyly at me. I wasn’t sure
what to think of that smile…I’d never seen it before. Well, at
least, never aimed at me. It was typically reserved for jocks and
the more ‘hunky’ guys in school, one of those smiles that said,
“If you play your cards right…”
	Even after a full day in the Program, I still wasn’t used to the
feeling of a girls hands touching me. The pair of hands drifted
along my arms, back up to my chest where her fingers traced the
tendons elusively. She smiled at me, seeming to enjoy this little
game. I wasn’t sure how to respond to all this. My eyes took
turns looking up at her, scanning her face curiously for the
subtle play of expressions, and following the slow and light path
her hands took along my upper body.
	I glanced at Jenna. The guy in front of her didn’t seem to know
what to do. Denied access to her erogenous zones, his hands moved
in an uncertain and clumsy way along her, rubbing at her arms and
shoulders. He briefly ran his hand through her hair, his fingers
sliding through the rich lengthy tresses, and that seemed to
affect her more than anything else he did. Jenna’s eyes flashed
nervous and uncertain, but something else was there as well. What
was it? Excitement? Pleasure? Anticipation? Some spark of life
was glowering there, soft and half-hidden behind a veil of
anxiety.
	The attention persisted for about three minutes when Mr. Gouski
called it to a stop. “All right, so far we have a bit of body
response in both of them. Sam’s readout shows he’s more excited
than Jenna, but males are easier to warm up than women. This is a
normal response.”
	He raised his gaze to the people in front of us waiting for
instruction. “Now feel free to touch the Erogenous zones. Be
careful and gentle and if either participants seem to be getting
unduely uncomfortable, move to something else.”
	The girl in front of me smiled and her hands began to work their
way along my body. To her credit, she didn’t go straight for the
kill. She rubbed at me, caressing and touching down the broadness
of my chest and sliding along the sides, then moving to press her
fingers into the muscles on my belly. I don’t know how deeply
this aroused me exactly, but her hands felt nice and the smile
she gave me suggested she was enjoying herself.
	She brought her hands down to my thighs and rubbed at them for a
brief moment, toying with the light traces of hair she found
there. I wouldn’t call myself a hairy beast or anything, but I
was a guy and, well, I just hadn’t ever been a follower of the
whole male body shaving thing. Her fingers went inward, tracing
along my coppery curly pubic hair before finally brushing against
my cock. It jumped, twitched at the expected but unfamiliar
sensation of another’s touch, and I suppressed a shiver. Would I
ever get used to that?
	The fingers worked in slow and small circles as they massaged,
caressed, and lightly jerked at my cock. The sensations worked at
my senses mercilessly. She was gentle and anything but awkward
and uncertain. She looked at me with eyes that said she knew
exactly what she was doing, and what she expected to come of it.
Confident eyes. Experienced eyes. I couldn’t suppress the shiver
this time.
	I looked over at Jenna and saw her partner for the exercise
knead lightly at her breasts, his hands squeezing her ample tits.
He spread his fingers and the flesh slid between them, bulging
like dough. They were that soft and supple. Still, they retained
their shape. Her breasts were perfectly formed and firm despite
their softness. Jenna’s eyes were half-lidded and I could hear a
soft gasp come from her barely parted lips.
	I was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy. Not bitter jealousy
toward the guy. After all, I had no claim whatsoever over Jenna
and this was a class exercise that he had no control over. No
jealousy toward Jenna. I was just happy she wasn’t having some
kind of panic attack and seemed to be, at least on some level,
enjoying herself and opening up. No, I was pure and simply
jealous because I wished at that moment with every part of me
that I could have been in that guy’s place.
	“Let’s see,” Mr. Gouski muttered after calling a stop. “Once
again as expected, Sam has shot ahead and is now more aroused
than Jenna. Jenna has maintained and increased her arousal at
this point, moreso than would be expected without direct genital
manipulation, but she is still behind Sam. Other than Jenna being
a little more aroused than expected, this is the normal response.
Please continue stimulating the sex organs and doing whatever
feels comfortable, we’ll get one more readout and you can return
to your seats.”
	I let out a sigh, trying to relax. It’s hard to really un-tense
when you’re in front of your first period class with a girl in
front of you actively jacking you off. She took both her hands
and worked them together, making gentle squeezing motions up and
down the length of my cock. She began to add in a strange but
pleasant twisting motion, rotating her hands in opposite
directions as she went up and down. I shivered again. She started
to speed up, her hands working faster, then slowed as she noticed
several thick beads of pre-cum dribbling from the head. She
smiled slyly up at me, her hands now taking a slow, relaxed
rhythm as my pre-cum helped her hands slide smoothly along the
flesh.
	A low moan tore my attention away from my partner. Jenna was
practically shaking, and her hands gripped her chair so tightly
her fingers paled. The boy in front of her was touching her
hairless sex, squeezing her plump mound and running a finger
along her slit, which from the way the light gleamed off it, had
become very slippery. His finger lightly touched her, sliding up
one fold then the next, and then between them, dipping deeper as
his palm rubbed her protruding bald vulva in slow circles.  His
other hand was on her right breast, toying with a very erect
nipple, squeezing and lightly pinching the thick nub. Jenna bit
her lip, a conflicted look on her face. My heart went out to her.
I couldn’t know for sure of course, but if her reactions and
activities that had been going during requests were any
indication, she’d never had this much sexual contact before. That
combined with her withdrawn nature and the inherent sudden
exposure of the Program must have been fucking with her big time.

	“Okay, you can stop,” Mr. Gouski said, handing both our partners
hand sanitizers and nodding to them. “Thank you for volunteering.
Not that you needed to be coerced or anything,” he smirked.
	“Well,” he continued as he turned to the readouts. “This I
wasn’t exactly expecting. It seems Sam’s arousal has only
somewhat increased. This is odd, as most men tend to increase in
sexual arousal the longer they are stimulated whether the
stimulation becomes stronger or not. Jenna, however, has become
significantly more aroused from genital manipulation, once again
past what would normally be expected from women.” Mr. Gouski
turned to the class and arched a brow as he scanned the room.
“Any theories as to why that is?”
	The teens spent a few moments glancing at classmates and
muttering with no offered ideas. Finally one guy raised her hand
and upon being acknowledged stuttered, “Uh…M-maybe, she has a
really sensitive pussy?”
	The classroom choked on laughter. Mr. Gouski shook his head,
smirking all the while before calming the class. “That is
entirely possible,” he spoke, “And this is one reason why I don’t
want any of you taking this little demonstration as scientific
fact. We aren’t studying a large number of people, only one male
and one female. Certain things could and likely will be different
from them and the average population. And that is the point I’m
trying to make.
	“See,” Mr. Gouski explained animatedly, “I do have the
statistics on responses of this nature from a wider majority.
Maybe not an exact match of activities, techniques, and
exercises, but close enough to draw an average statistic in
relation to the readouts we get on both Sam and Jenna and their
response. We’re trying to show how each individual can show
differences in their responses and preferences to certain
stimuli.”
	He glanced at his watch and nodded, standing up and walking back
to the equipment. “We have a few more moments so, with our
subjects consent, I’d like to run one more test.”
	I arched a brow questioning. “Wanna fill us in teach?”
	“I’d like for the two of you to stimulate each other. You may do
this however you like, directly or indirectly, but I’d like to
see the kind of readouts you two get on each-other.”
	“What’s the usefulness in that?” I asked. It wasn’t a smart ass
question. I honestly wanted to know what his thinking was.
	“Unless I’m mistaken, you two are more familiar with one another
than the two who came up a few moments ago,” Mr. Gouski
explained. I tried not to shift uncomfortably at the unspoken
suggestion. “Not necessarily in a sexual way, or even a deep
friendship way,” he continued, “But you two have to see each
other every day this week for the Program, and you share several
classes, yes?”
	Jenna and I nodded.
	“This means you two are in contact and aware of each other more
than you are with the people that just stimulated you. This
creates a different view of the person. Not only that, if you are
being stimulated by the same source you are stimulating, a
different set of feelings and experiences come about. These
things are variables I think would produce interesting results.”
	I glanced at Jenna. Our eyes locked for a moment and I tried to
read the emotions swimming in those big brown pools. I couldn’t.
	“I…guess I’m ok with that. As long as Jenna is,” I added
quickly. I expected her to say no. I expected her to graciously
but firmly opt out and take the exit that Mr. Gouski had
provided.
	She surprised me again when she nodded meekly.
	“Excellent,” Mr. Gouski grinned, and turned back to his machine
and tapped a few keys before telling us to begin.
	We scooted our chairs closer and faced each other. Suddenly my
wish to touch her had come true. Chicken-Wuss that I was, I had
no idea how I was going to handle this. Other than with a
throbbing erection of course.
	It was awkward. It was exciting. It was kind of scary, really.
At first our hands were clumsy and kind of aimless. My touch
wandered uncertainly from her shoulders to her sides. Jenna
shivered and her hands shook slightly as she ran them down my
chest and abs. My fingers rubbed in slow, gentle circles just
below her ribs. I could have touched her someplace else.
Someplace intimate and exciting. Somewhere stimulating. Her
breasts, so prominent and inviting, hanging heavy and firm like
grapefruit just in front of me. But somehow I wouldn’t -couldn’t-
do it. I have no idea why.
	Jenna’s hands excited me beyond anything I’d ever known. They
evoked a responsiveness and need that the girl before, and all
the girls that had groped me since entering the Program, had
lacked. She was hesitant, but not reluctant. Though she hadn’t
the certainty and overruling confidence that some girls had,
there was a willingness and curiosity that I hadn’t expected. It
made my blood flow fast and full in my veins.
	I almost jumped when her hands drifted down and slowly, gently
wrapped around my cock, her hands soft and silken and
comfortingly warm. Her touch was as I remembered it; light, slow,
not quite certain but somehow indefinably adventurous. She
massaged the shaft gently, lightly, and my imagination tricked me
into thinking I heard a groan escape her lips. I let out a heavy
breath and tried not to let myself get over excited. It was just
an exercise. A class project she had to cooperate with for the
Program. That was all. That was all she thought of it, surely.
	I realized my hands had stilled and I quickly instructed them
into motion, running my hands up Jenna’s sides, lightly brushing
the outer swells of her tits, trying to ignore the thrill that
gave me. I came up to her shoulders and my hands circled about to
her back. I began to rub, to caress, to lightly contact the flesh
with feather-light strokes of the pads of my fingers, along her
shoulderblades, up to her shoulders and the back of her neck,
down her spine and back up all over again with a touch that only
just contacted her skin. Jenna suddenly moaned, loudly, and her
body gave a great shudder before my widened eyes.
	“You okay?” I asked softly.
	“Yesss,” she whispered, almost hissing as she expelled the words
on a shaky breath.
	I smiled softly, watching her face contort in obvious pleasure.
Well that was a surprise! My hands continued their work, light
half-touches along her neck and the back of her shoulders where
she seemed the most sensitive, making her shiver and draw closer
into my arms. I could feel her breasts swaying and swishing
softly with her now heavy breathing just inches from my bare
chest. My fingers worked in circles and round patterns, sometimes
touching, sometimes hovering just a breath away from her skin,
making her shake in anticipation. Teasing. Jenna’s hands became
more firm and insistent on my cock, working in a steady and firm
motion on the shaft, up and down and alternating the pressure of
her squeezing. I felt a pleasant tingle go racing along my skin.
	Just as I felt like I was surely going to cum all over her hands
Mr. Gouski called us to a stop. Damn him. I looked into Jenna’s
eyes as they opened, heavy and shimmering with arousal.
	“Wow,” she breathed, her voice not quite steady. I smiled at
her, nodding my silent agreement. I drew back, unable to help
myself from running my fingers teasingly up her back and across
her shoulders as I withdrew. I felt her tremble under my touch.
	Mr. Gouski whistled and remained silent for a moment before
turning back to the class. He adjusted his glasses and smirked,
glancing briefly over at us before addressing the class. “Now
this is interesting. According to these readouts that short bit
of time provided a lot more stimulation to both Sam and Jenna
than…really the entire time of stimulation before that. They are
both showing a high response in all areas indicating arousal and
excitement. Even more interesting is, as you all saw, Sam did not
even directly stimulate any of Jenna’s sex organs. Anyone want to
venture a guess as to why this…”
	The bell started its annoying tantrum of ringing at that moment.
Mr. Gouski scowled and waved the question away as he came and
unhooked us from the machines. “Very good job today you two,
you’ve given us some interesting things to think about on Human
Sexuality. Class, don’t forget to study these notes. We’ll see
what else we can find tomorrow.”
	I stood up and grabbed my bookbag. Jenna tried to stand but her
knees shook too heavily. She almost fell, but I managed to make a
panicked lunge for her and grab her before she landed ass first
on the ground. “You okay? Did I hurt you?” I asked.
	Jenna smiled at me and a bright red blush crept into her cheeks.
“No no, just a little…um…overwhelmed.”
	I nodded and helped her walk away from the chairs.
	“See you tomorrow,” Mr. Gouski said, and I nodded. Jenna patted
my hand and smiled, standing up straighter. I reluctantly let her
go.
	“Well that was an, uh, interesting class,” I laughed nervously.
	Jenna smiled, still blushing lightly. “That’s one way to
describe it,” she replied. “Psychological study my ass, “ she
murmured.
	I chuckled and followed her out into the hall.
	
Jenna

	Oh my God! Just when I thought I was starting to adjust and get
comfortable with the Program, Mr. Gouski throws us into this
crazy-ass experiment of his! It was all I could do to keep from
crawling into the corner and rock back and forth. It’s not like I
haven’t been touched repeatedly over the last day, but none of it
had been quite so…direct. And intense. Having my breasts and
pussy manipulated so purposefully had me shuddering in pleasure
before I even knew what to do with myself! The guy didn’t have
the most skilled hands ever (nothing compared to Sam‘s…), but he
was trying his best, I think, to get me stimulated. He was
certainly able to do that right.
	As nice as all that had been, my mind was really focused on what
happened after all that…
	Sam. Oh God, his touch was sooo good…I kept running the feel of
it through my mind as we walked to Anatomy, feeling my knees
shaking unsteadily every few moments. It had been so gentle, so
light, perfect and soft along my skin…but his fingertips were
calloused and hard. For as light and kind as his hands had been,
I could feel the strength of them, a surprising strength that
reminded me that, as sweet and gentle and boyish as he always
seemed, he had a manliness and masculinity about him that I
couldn’t deny. And his scent…As he came close I could smell him,
his cologne or whatever it was he was wearing, mixing with the
scent of his body, his skin…the smell alone made me quiver. I
don’t know what it was, but I had always been very into scent and
smells. I read in one of the stupid girly magazines Karla insists
on buying me that smell could work as an aphrodisiac, appeasing
our basic animal instincts of using smell to attract a mate…I
don’t know how well that argument held up, but the simple smell
of Sam was having a powerful affect on me!
	I’m surprised I didn’t smash into anyone while we strolled down
the hallway, my mind was so intently playing back the experience.
His hands…his fingers finding the oddly sensitive flesh at my
neck and back was in some way better than even having my pussy
stimulated, though my pussy certainly did respond to Sam’s touch…
	And almost as good as getting touched by him was getting to
touch him. I could still feel his body under my fingertips, his
big arms, his wide, solid chest, his stomach…that probably
surprised me the most. His chest and arms and legs were all
somewhat visually muscled. But his stomach…when I’d first seen
it, I’d thought it kind of odd. It was a bit stocky, not fat or
jiggly or anything gross like that, but he didn’t have the
six-pack or smooth washboard abs I associated with guys who work
out and have good physiques. It stuck out slightly and looked
thick.
	But upon touching him, I understood. His stomach was completely
and totally packed  with solid, huge muscles, so much so that I
couldn’t distinguish his abs from the rest of his torso…it was
too thickly muscled over. Instead of having the defined and
shaped abs most guys get, his entire middle was swollen and
rippling with muscle on top of muscle, each overlapping the other
and forming a solid wall of rock-hardness, giving it that thick
solid look. I tried to dig my fingers in but his muscles wouldn’t
budge one bit, and I almost hurt my fingertips pressing into it.
It was like trying to make a dent in a brick wall. It made me
shiver. What kind of power and strength could those kind of
muscles be capable of? Sam was a pretty small looking guy at
first, but after touching him I had the instinctual feeling his
short and small stature was hiding some surprising strength. What
was it they said about big things coming in small packages…?
	And of course there was his package, which was anything but
small. Having my hands around his cock again…it was wonderful. It
made my pussy juicy almost instantly and it made my body shudder
and my skin goose-up. It was warm, thick and hard and strong. It
jerked in my grasp, which delighted me. I could feel one or two
veins pressing against the skin and ran my fingertips along them,
tracing them with wonder and overpowering arousal. The skin was
soft and yielded to my touch, sliding smoothly along the hard,
solid muscle beneath. I could still feel his flesh in my hand.
Warm. Pulsing. It was so wonderfully thick, impressively so.
Blood pounded under the surface as my fingers squeezed, gentle
and firm, gentle and firm, up and down the quivering length…
	“…Jenna!”
	I jumped and my heart smacked against my ribs as I came out of
my so very pleasant reverie to find Derik standing in front of me
with a withering look aimed my way.
	“It’s not very nice to ignore your friends,” Derik grumbled.
	I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Derik to yank me out of such a
wonderfully interesting line of thought (Damn him). “I’m just
gloating,” I replied, focusing hard on him to prevent my mind
from starting off into another daydream that I would gleefully
follow.
	“Gloating? Over what?” Derik asked. We reached his locker and he
started tossing things in and yanking things out, paying no
attention at all as things came tumbling out of his over-full and
messy locker to scatter at his feet.
	“Gloating that you have to do homework and I don‘t,” I grinned.
	“Bah,” Derik huffed. “At least I get to keep my clothes.”
	“Clothes are so yesterday,” Sam added. “Being naked is the hip
thing now.”
	“Yeah, clothes are for losers,” I giggled.
	“Says who?” Derik replied lamely.
	“Uh…fashion consultants?” I suggested.
	Derik shook his head, and gave us a strangely paranoid look.
“The Program propaganda is started to get to you!”
	“Yup, all the stories are true,” Sam nodded soberly. “The
Program has a secret back room that they take you into and use to
brainwash you. Jenna and I are both hippie nudists now.”
	“I knew it!” Derik exploded, pointing animatedly. “I knew the
government was trying to destroy our generation! They’re forming
a hippie nudist army to do…uh, something.”
	“You need help Derik,” I laughed, patting him patronizingly on
the head. Derik glared at me through the thickness of his
glasses.
	“And some sun!” Sam chuckled.
	“Shut up,” Derik mumbled. “You’re one to talk.”
	“Daw, don’t be shad,” I giggled in a high pitch imitation of
baby-talk.
	“I’m gonna burn the school down now,” Derik announced.
	Sam gave him a look and laughed nervously. “Nice Derik. Remind
me never to piss you off!”
	“He threatens to do that every week. At least,” I explained
dryly.
	“And I will, too!”
	“And how do you plan on doing this exactly?” I asked.
	Derik grinned widely. “Fireworks.”
	“Oh God, he’d probably be crazy enough to try it,” I whined.
	“Probably?” Derik balked.
	“Your parents let you start to play with matches way too early,
didn’t they?” Sam asked.
	“There is nothing wrong with being a pyro,” Derik asserted, then
gave the same wild, half-psychotic grin. “Fire’s pretty.”
	“You’re a dork,” I giggled.
	Derik made the only mature response he could think of. Which
was, of course, to stick out his tongue. I flipped him the bird
and grinned wider, which seemed to mildly shock -and impress-
Sam.
	With a few minutes left to get to class, the usual crowd came. 
Sam got the usual kind of requests, girls wanting to touch his
cock and pull at it, playing with it and giggling as they glanced
at one another. One girl made the surprisingly unique request of
feeling the muscles along his shoulders and back. Sam shrugged,
looking mystified by the request. The girls’ smile was a mile
wide as she traced her hands along his sides and up his back to
his shoulders. A back fetish? How…original?
	One bold Senior asked to touch my pussy. I hesitantly agreed on
the condition that he be gentle. He was. He seemed surprise to
find his fingers coming back coated in juices after sliding them
along my folds. He smiled at me as he pulled the glistening,
sticky digits out from between my legs, and probably thought
himself at least partially responsible for the mess I’d become
down there. I shrugged, allowing him his little fantasy. The rest
of the small crowd kept to more reasonable requests, touching and
squeezing at my breasts, which seemed all the more sensitive and
responsive after Psychology. I had to stop myself from arching my
heavy breasts into the hands of one particularly talented Junior
who did an impressive job with my nipples, leaving them aching
and throbbing for more.
	I blushed a dark red that spread down to the pale slopes of my
breast. I was starting to lose it. I caught myself rubbing my
thighs together, pressing them against my pussy and unconsciously
savoring the contact as one boy lifted my breasts up in his
hands, testing and admiring its weight. Another boy requested to
touch my ass, and his fingers felt cool and stimulating against
my buttocks, brushing them, lightly squeezing and palming them,
feeling at the firm flesh.
	Oh God…This was one of the biggest things I was afraid of. I was
so scared that I would turn into a dripping mess because of all
this…and it was happening! Psychology had messed me up. Messed me
up bad. And now I was struggling to keep my breathing from
turning into lustful pants of pleasure and giving into the
unexpected and wholly desirable feelings all this attention sent
coursing through my body.
	“All right already, enough!” Derik suddenly shouted, stepping
into the group and grabbing my arm. He hauled me away, and I
sighed.
	Leave it to Derik to be chivalrous just as a girl was starting
to enjoy herself (Damn him. Again).
	“You gotta go to class,” he insisted. I glanced up at the clock
hanging in the hallway and nodded, turning a smile on the group
of grumbling, none-too-happy guys. If I didn’t say something they
were probably going to string Derik up by his balls.
	“Sorry guys, but he’s right. It’s not a reasonable request to
make a girl late to class and get her put in detention,” I said
with a wink. The guys chuckled, and rushed off to make it to
classes of their own. Sam had managed to similarly disengage
himself from another surprisingly persistent group of girls. I
said bye to Derik till lunch and Sam and I hurried off to class.
	We just barely snuck in before the bell.
	“I was beginning to think our learning aids weren’t going to
show up,” Ms. Celvin greeted us with a smile. The class was still
talking and socializing when we entered, but upon noting our
entrance hushed and turned their attention upon the two naked
people.
	Ms. Celvin grinned wider. “I could get used to naked people in
the class room. Great way to get students to pay attention.”
	The teens laughed and one of the guys shouted out an
enthusiastic, ‘Yeah!’.
	“Well then, lets get one with things. Relief, either of you?”
	I chewed my lip. I felt like I was on fire. My face was flushed,
I’m sure. My body was hot, yet I couldn’t stop shivering. My
breasts were swollen and ached for more of the attention that had
been thrust upon it, and my pussy was soaked and slippery. I was
more aroused than I could remember being in…well, more aroused
than I could remember being ever! The action in the hallway had
really gotten to me, working through the guard I tried to keep up
to keep out the oh-so pleasant sensations. And Sam…
	Sam. I glanced over at him and felt his hands on me all over
again, touching, caressing, sliding across my body as my hand
gripped his cock…
	I raised my hand. I couldn’t even believe I did it.
	And by the look of things, no one else could either. Sam’s eyes
were enormous in his face and his mouth was actually hanging
open. The class was silent. It sounds corny, but at that moment I
was certain I could have dropped a pin and heard it distinctly.
My heart made up for the silence by pounding drum-like in my ear,
a nice little tune to which I continually asked: How can I be
thinking this?
	After a moment Ms. Celvin cleared her throat and nodded, still
looking a bit surprised. Was it really that unbelievable? “All
right then Jenna, would you like any assistance?”
	I shrugged, which the class apparently took as a yes, because
several hands came up in offering. I glanced over them. I was not
going to choose someone to assist me. Letting people touch me was
one thing…letting them feel my body under a pretense of having to
allow it was one thing…but actually letting someone stimulate me
to full blow orgasm? That was too much, too embarrassing. There
was no way…
	Sam glanced at me, smiled softly, and raised his hand.
	“Sam,” I whispered, my eyes on him before swiveling to Ms.
Celvin. “I want Sam.”
	It was all something of a blur. I sat down in the chair Ms.
Celvin provided. Sam stood in front of me, sinking down to his
knees. His hands rose, and I noticed them shake for just a moment
before he looked up at me. He smiled, which somehow made my
nipples crinkled and thickened. His hands were steady then and
they came forward. I jumped at his touch. He faltered for just a
moment, but I smiled to reassure him, the most honest, sweet,
encouraging smile I could give. His touch sent waves of pleasure
and sensations through my body. He avoided my breasts, which made
me sad, because they had gotten really needy for some reason.
Maybe he was trying to keep things simple. It was the only thing
I could think of other than he just didn’t like them, and I
couldn’t stand that thought…especially because, secretly, I
thought they were very nice.
	I shakily spread my legs and the rest was one giant rush of
indescribable pleasure. His fingers brushed my inner thighs. He
used the same light, teasing, sliding touch, with the pads of his
fingers just barely contacting my skin. It drove me wild. I
squirmed and shifted in pleasure.
	Sam touched my pussy, palming it, squeezing my plump, fleshy
vulva and rubbing his palm along my slit in slow, circular
motions. I let out a shuddering moan. His fingers slid across the
smooth flesh. I was suddenly glad I had started waxing (Two years
back I had seen the old flick Scary Movie  -the first one- and
the scene toward the end where the girl has a gigantic bush that
nearly fills the room convinced me that ‘hair down there’ was
something I preferred to avoid). The feeling was incredible, the
contact of his skin on mine, driving me crazy. It was all I could
do not to scream.
	Sam slid his finger along my slit and dipped them in, sliding
them gently between my folds, caressing my soaked pink pussy. His
fingers worked deeper as his thumb came up to the top of my cunt,
sliding back and forth, working down between the folds to where
they met.
	I almost hit the ceiling when he found my clit. Damn, he was so
good! I was suddenly having second thoughts about my earlier
impression that he’d never been with a woman.  I looked down at
him, panting and moaning softly. He was staring up at me.
	Fingers were sliding insistently along my inner flesh, smooth
and quick strokes lubricated by my flowing juices, and his thumb
centered on my clit and began rubbing it back and forth.
	I screamed. I know I did. My back arched and I pumped my hips
forward, pushing my pussy against his hand desperately. I felt my
orgasm approach already and my senses clouded over. I couldn’t
see anything around me. I could barely even hear my own screams.
The world fell away. All I could see was Sam, touching me,
pleasuring me, gazing up at me with those dreamy gray eyes that
held my gaze firmly. A small smile played across his face. I
could feel those wonderful fingers working so excellently along
my wet folds.
	Sam smiled wider, then bent down. His hand pulled away –dammit,
why did he pull his hand away? I need that! Give that fucking
hand back right now!- and his lips wrapped around the top of my
slit and his tongue slipped between my folds, separating, pushing
them apart and finding my clit. And he gave a firm suck, as if
eating the quintessential peach.
	I came. I came and came and came, and I screamed, and now I knew
I was screaming, and screaming loud. It would be a wonder if half
the school didn’t hear me and I didn’t care, I didn’t give a
fuck. One of my hands reached down to grab his head. I think Sam
thought I was pulling him off me because he stopped. I solved his
indecision by shoving his head more firmly before my legs,
pressing his mouth hard into my quivering pussy. His tongue
attacked me again, lashing at my clit, flaying it with the tip of
his tongue and then mashing it down before licking and sucking at
it even more firmly, his fingers gently caressing and squeezing
at my legs and hips.
	I finished my first orgasm an instant before crashing into my
second. Sparks exploded before my eyes. Beyond the heavy haze of
pleasure clouding my mind, I thought them quite pretty. I
screamed louder still, shouting my head off, one long wail of
pleasure, proclaiming my enjoyment to the considerable number of
people who could hear. And still I didn’t care. My orgasm stopped
suddenly before launching into yet another. Sam continued to lick
and suck at my cunt, the slurping sounds of my juices splashing
against his lips and tongue drowned out by the volume of my
screaming.
	It probably would have gone on forever. I hadn’t even finished
my third cumming and was sure I would cum again if this one ever
did in fact end. I tumbled about in my multi-orgasmic haze and
wished it never would.
	I thrust my hips forward and inadvertently unbalanced on the
chair, my feet having lifted off the ground with my toes curled
up tight. The chair toppled and fell back and I grunted as I fell
with it, my back hitting the ground. Sam pulled back quickly,
nearly smacking his chin on the rim of the chair as it rushed up.
	“Jenna?” he rushed to me, crouching down beside me and gently
lifting my head up. I reached back and rubbed at the tiny bump on
the back of my head. Then my attention focused and I looked into
his concerned face, the worried eyes gazing down at me. His lips
and chin were shining with my spilled juices.
	“Wow,” I breathed the shaky, familiar words.
	The class laughed, the tension broken. A loud cheer arose,
clapping and hooting and whistling that made me blush darkly. Sam
helped me up to my feet. I stumbled and would have fallen on my
ass had he not put a strong arm around me and held me up.
	“Well, uh, now that we all need to go get our hearing checked,
we can move class along,” Ms. Celvin muttered, and the class
tittered again. I blushed even more brightly and with Sam’s help
took a seat. Sam grabbed a tissue and wiped his face off, but not
before licking his fingers clean. I think I turned even brighter
red at that.
	Wow. I never knew I was multi-orgasmic. In years of masturbating
I’d never managed a back-to-back orgasm like that. I couldn’t
stop shaking. My entire body felt totally drained and relaxed
after that, and it was all I could do to keep myself sitting
upright. That had to be undeniably the best orgasm I’ve ever
had…all of them. And as thoroughly embarrassed as I was over how
extremely loud I’d been (now that I had all my senses about me
again I realized I’d probably burst a couple eardrums with my
screaming) and how I’d totally lost myself in the pleasure Sam
gave me, I felt very happy.
	“Okay Jenna, if you’d clean yourself up a little bit down there,
we can begin our examination.”
	I glanced up at Ms. Celvin and blinked stupidly before realizing
that it was my day to act as a living diagram for the sexual
reproductive system. I nodded weakly and forced myself to sit up.
I accepted the towel Ms. Celvin provided with a ‘thank you’ and
wiped up the excess liquid and juices still pouring from my
pussy. I couldn’t seem to get it all; no matter how much I wiped
up, a bit more remained, a few fresh droplets oozing out. Ms.
Celvin told me not to worry about it after I got the majority of
the juices up.
	“Ok, get your notes out and pay attention,” Ms. Celvin ordered,
the turned a wide grin on Sam. “You too. Just because you’re a
Program student and apparent woman pleaser doesn’t mean you get
exempted from note taking.”
	Sam blushed and quickly took a notebook and pen out of his
bookbag. He was so adorable!
	
Sam

	Okay, not to rant or anything, but I’ve just eaten out my first
girl and I have a handful of thoughts on this not insignificant
event. First, and this is just me, but it was a pretty pleasant
thing that Jenna was shaved or whatever it is exactly that she
does. The skin was so very smooth and soft and pleasantly plump,
enough for my lips to work at the flesh. Not that I’ve had
experience with girls with hair, of course, but from what I had
just experienced I could confidently say I probably far prefer
smoothness to any hair.
	Another observation. Guys who refuse to eat pussies are pussies.
I dunno how many times I’ve heard guys in the locker room rant
about how it ‘just isn’t cool’ or ‘it’s dirty’. God. It is
not…that…bad. I enjoyed myself through the whole thing, but even
if I hadn’t, nothing about what I just did would make me balk at
the thought of doing it. The taste was actually quite pleasant.
Yeah, it was strong at first, and unfamiliar…I don’t really see
how anyone could compare the taste of pussy with tuna. Maybe
Jenna had a different taste than most women, I dunno, but I
didn’t find myself thinking of seafood at any point. And after a
few seconds the taste wasn’t so intense and it turned out to be
quite good and enjoyable.  Guys whine way too much, I fuckin’
swear…
	Jenna was unbelievable. The feel of her skin under my hands and
against my lips…possibly the softest, sweetest thing I’ve ever
felt…it was incredible. I was totally rock hard during and after
it all…but I was so thrilled with what I’d done with her, to her,
that I hardly noticed.
	And the first time I ever tried to pleasure a woman I made her
multi-orgasmic.
	Holy shit! That was awesome!
	“You ran a little over, so we’re going to be a bit brief about
this,” Ms. Celvin said as Jenna took her seat.
Ms. Celvin stepped up and whispered something to Jenna that I
couldn’t make out. They both chuckled after a moment and Jenna
nodded, smiling a bit awkwardly. Then Ms Celvin reached gently
out and cupped Jenna’s breasts along the underside, lifting them
slightly. I’m pretty sure a few guys in class started
entertaining thoughts of masturbation right then and there. The
girls seemed less amused.
“These, as I’m sure we’re all aware, are breasts. I don’t think I
need to get too technical with these. Breasts are used for
feeding and nursing, as well as various entertainment purposes.”
The class laughed at that and a few guys hooted. “When pregnant
and nursing, a woman’s breasts swell quite noticeably, typically
growing one or two cup sizes. Milk is produced regularly and
lactation is often triggered by crying infants or holding a baby
close.”
Ben Gelding raised his hand.
Ms. Celvin nodded and released Jenna’s breasts. “Yes?”
“Would a girl with Jenna’s, um…size…get bigger during pregnancy
and all that stuff?” he asked. One of his friends laughed at him
and he sank down lower into his seat.
“That’s a good question,” Ms. Celvin smiled. “As we can all tell,
Jenna has been gifted with an exceptional bosom. But yes, even
though she already has an impressively sizable chest, odds are
she’ll grow. If you don’t mind my asking, what size are you now
Jenna?”
Jenna blushed brightly. “It depends on the bra,” she squeaked.
“Mostly I fit in a 36DD. Sometimes I have to get a DDD, depending
on who the bra’s made by.”
A few guys in the class whistled appreciatively and Jenna smiled
shyly. Ms. Celvin nodded. “Even with that kind of size, Jenna
will probably grow into a regular DDD or maybe even an E while
breast feeding.
“Then again, she may not grow at all. Some women show no change
in bra size during pregnancy and feeding, no matter if they are
small or large busted. But that’s rare. There’s typically at
least a little growth.”
Ms. Celvin nodded again and lightly cupped one breast. “Another
function breasts serve is that of sexuality. Breasts have
obviously been a long time center of male attention. They also
tend to be sexually stimulated to varying degrees, depending upon
the woman in question. Some women feel no stimulation at all, no
more than they would if someone touched or kissed their arm. Some
women are able to have full and complete orgasms from touches on
their breasts, though that nearly never happens. It just all
depends on the individual.
“As you can see, Jenna’s breasts are slightly swollen and
engorged, giving them a full and, some would say, ‘ripe’ look.
It’s normal for this to happen during sexual arousal and should
wear off during the next few minutes to an hour, providing she
does not become sexually aroused again. During this state,
breasts tend to be more tender and sensitive.
“The nipples,” Ms. Celvin continued, brieftly pressing her thumb
to Jenna’s hard nipples, “Secret milk during lactation and are
connected to the milk ducts. Milk secretes through small pores on
the end of the nipple and can be suckled out. The nipple becomes
hard and engorged with blood during feeding and sexual arousal.
The discolored disk around the nipple is the areola which, like
the nipple itself, ranges in color and size from woman to woman.
It will usually shrink and become crinkled during arousal.”
“We’re going to move on to the external genitalia,” Ms. Celvin
nodded and instructed Jenna to lean back in her seat, presenting
her crotch fully toward the class, which she did after a moments
hesitation. Ms. Celvin nodded and turned back to the class.
“Firstly, most young people are under the mistaken impression
that ‘vagina’ is the term for all of a females external
genitalia. This is false. The correct term for external female
genitalia is the vulva. We’ll start at the top.
“The first item of interest upon the vulva is the Mons pubis,”
Ms. Celvin said, her fingers moving to indicate as she spoke.
“Most of you know this as a ‘mound’ or pubic bone. Usually, the
Mons are covered in pubic hair after puberty, but with Jenna this
is clearly not the case.”
The class tittered at that and I chuckled along with them.
“The Mons pubis is usually soft and slightly fatty. Some
speculate that one reason for this extra padding on the Mons
pubis is to provide cushion for a woman’s pelvic bone during
intercourse.”
Ms. Celvin slid her hand down lower, her fingers tracing Jenna’s
outer lips. Jenna shifted slightly, probably feeling even more
awkward than I had yesterday, but she didn’t complain. “These
long, fatty folds are called the labia majora, also typically
covered in hair. The labia majora are the homologue of the male
scrotum. Does anyone know what I’m saying?”
I raised my hand and Ms. Celvin nodded to me. “Basically the
female version of the scrotum, right?”
“Right,” Ms. Celvin smiled. “When we say this, we mean that the
two were derived from the same embryonic tissue, and change to
either the scrotum or labia majora when the fetus reaches a later
stage of growth. Simple enough. So that’s the vulva. It’s
sometimes called the pudendum. Pudendum translates to
‘shameful’.”
“What? That’s stupid!” I blurted. Then I smiled sheepishly into
the curious glance Ms. Celvin gave me.
“Yes, I’ve always thought so too,” she said after a moment, and
most teens in the room, male and female alike, nodded.
Jenna’s folds spread open like a flower, the lingering traces of
her juices glistening softly on the delicate pink flesh Ms.
Celvin revealed.
“These are the labia minora,” the teacher said, tracing the
smaller inner folds with one finger. “They are homologous to the
ventral penis.”
Ms. Celvin spread Jenna’s inner lips as well and indicated the
general area within. “This is the vestibule. The vestibule forms
a recess in most women and houses the urethra and vagina. At the
top of the vestibule is the clitoris.”
For a moment I almost expected Ms. Celvin to touch Jenna’s clit.
She refrained for this, instead indicating her hood. “This is the
prepuce of the clitoris, often called the clit hood. This serves
to shield the clitoris from unwanted and uncomfortable
stimulation when the clitoris is not sexually aroused and
engorged.”
Jenna jumped slightly when Ms. Celvin gently rolled back her
hood. “As you can see, Jenna’s clitoris is very erect and
swollen. This is obviously due to the stimulation and sexual
contact she received during relief. The clitoris is homologous
to, what else, the penis. Like the penis, when no stimulation is
given, the clitoris becomes flaccid and shrinks.”
I scribbled away at my notes, fascinated, both with the
anatomical knowledge I was learning (Anatomy and physiology
always seemed cool to me) and the beautiful female spread out
before my eyes.
“The urethra,” Ms. Celvin continued, “Is located below the
clitoris and above the vaginal opening. It’s visibility varies
from woman to woman. Jenna does not have a prominent urethra. We
don’t have time to get a really good look. Just trust me when I
say it’s gotta be there.”
Ms. Celvin pointed to either side of Jenna’s hole and nodded.
“You can’t really see them, but on either side of the vaginal
opening are the greater vestibular glands. These secrete a kind
of mucus-ish fluid into the vestibule to keep it moist. These
glands secrete at an accelerated rate when properly aroused to
facilitate intercourse.
“Which of course brings us to the actual vagina itself,” Ms.
Celvin said with melodramatic flair. A few people in class
groaned at her attempt at wit.
“We cannot really see the vagina, just the vaginal opening,” Ms.
Celvin explained, her finger lightly circling Jenna’s hole. “The
vagina itself is the canal in which intercourse actually occurs.
The opening typically remains relatively small and closed, even
when a girl is no longer a virgin. This differs from woman to
woman, depending on factors such as sexual activity, the size of
a woman’s partner, and child birth.”
Ms. Celvin glanced at the clock and nodded, stepping away and
smiling to Jenna.
“We’re about out of time, let’s give Jenna a big hand for being
so cooperative and such a lovely model.”
The class clapped and several guys whistled and hooted again.
Even the girls clapped though one or two in the back looked less
than happy with the subject material. Jenna blushed and sat up
fully in her seat, smiling shyly at the unexpected praise.
“Any questions before we go?” Ms. Celvin asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Can men lactate?”
The bell rang and Ms. Celvin practically threw me out the room,
smiling the whole way.
“Can men lactate?” Jenna echoed. We stepped out, and her eyes
sparkled playfully.
I grinned widely. “I can see it now. ‘The incredible milk man!’.”
Wow. That’s a bad idea.”
“If you could lactate you could star in really freaky porn,”
Jenna suggested with a wicked smile.
“Yick, worse idea still,” I muttered. “And with my luck it’d be
freaky man-milk and snuff porn.”
“We should change this topic,” Jenna laughed.
“No kidding.”
We strolled through the halls, surprisingly neglected by the
usual onlookers and molesters. It was a nice change. We talked
quietly for several moments. We joked. We teased. We shared
simple small talk that held my attention more raptly than any
conversation I’d ever had. It was great.
We arrived at our little intersection where we would part ways to
go to our respective classes. Jenna stared at me for several
moments, those big, beautiful brown eues sparkling strangely. She
bit her bottom lip, something I found quite alluring for
unexplained reasons.
	“Thank you for doing that for me,” Jenna said softly.
	I smiled warmly at her. “It’s no problem. I understand how this
whole Program thing can start getting to you. There’s only so
much stimulation and contact you can take before it starts
turning into a problem.”
	Jenna nodded and smiled, and we continued walking.
	“You were pretty amazing.” she whispered. I almost didn’t hear
her. Her blush grew along with her smile.
	“Thanks,” I smiled back. “You were something else yourself. I
didn’t expect you to go for relief like that.”
	“Me either,” she confessed, then looked up at me and grinned.
“Have you?” She asked.
	My brow furrowed. “Have I? Oh. Gotten relief?” I nodded.
	Jenna giggled softly. Then suddenly her eyes widened a bit and
her smile faded. “Did…you get someone to help?”
	I shrugged. “Some girl named Liz in my history class. I don’t
really know her. She volunteered so I took her up on it.”
	“Oh.” Jenna turned away, her gaze riveted to the floor. She
stopped walking and bit her lip. Her arms came up to wrap around
herself.
	“Something wrong?” I asked worriedly.
	“Uh…n, no.” She started looking up at me then swiveled her head
to look away as I tried to make eye contact. “I’m just not
feeling too great. I, um, gotta get to class. See you.”
	Without saying anything else Jenna turned and ran down the hall,
leaving me watching her retreating form and scratching my head.
The hell?
	I shook my head and walked to my class. What was going on? Why
had she suddenly freaked out so bad?
	Wait…Jenna asked about relief…I told her… about Liz…
	I smacked my forehead.
	Ah shit.
	

Jenna


	I must have looked like a total wreck. I felt like one. I
practically stumbled into Home Ec. I’m not even sure if Ms.
Bremins asked if I wanted relief. I rushed right past her, took
my seat, and put my head in my hands. I fought to calm myself
down. It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t a big
deal.
	Was it?
	“Wanna talk about it?” I half-jumped out of my skin when I felt
a small hand rubbing along my back. I glanced up. Theresa.
	Ms. Bremins was having one of her ‘slow days’ (the main reason
most of the class took her in the first place). She was shuffling
around, occasionally handing out papers, and generally ignoring
the quiet gossip the girls were engaged in at their desks.
	“I’m fine,” I mumbled.
	Theresa scoffed. “Yeah right. I believe that.” After a moment
her face softened. “Come on girl, tell me what’s bothering you.
You’re upset, I can tell.”
	“It’s nothing,” I insisted weakly, hardly putting any effort
into the denial at all. “I just feel sick.”
	Theresa shook her head and smiled gently at me. “You get crabby
when your sick, not depressed. Something happened. Did someone go
too far with a request or something?”
	I shook my head and ran my fingers through the thick length of
my hair. It hung down over my bent face and provided a welcome
buffer from the world. I didn’t care how I looked at the moment.
	“What is it then?”
	“Jenna,” Theresa said when I made no reply. “Tell me what
happened. It’s obvious something upset you. Let me help you.”
	I bit my lip and sat up, tucking my hair away from my face. I
felt so upset, and somehow unreasonably scared. My heart wouldn’t
slow down and my stomach was twisted around in uncomfortable
knots. I didn’t want to talk about this. I didn’t want to think
about this. I just felt hurt. I felt like I’d finally found
someone I was interested in, and he’d walked away from me. Worse.
He walked to someone else. I was in an unreasoning panic. And I
knew that if I didn’t let some of this out, I was going to lose
whatever control I could muster and really fall apart.
	“Sam took relief yesterday,” I blurted.
	Theresa’s hand paused its reassuring rub at my back and she
raised a brow at me. “Okay…And?”
	“And…and…I don’t know,” I stuttered.
	“It upsets you?” she ventured.
	I shrugged.
	“Well, I guess it obviously does,” Theresa sighed and patted my
shoulder as I fought to keep my composure. “That sucks hon, I’m
sorry. You gonna be ok?”
	I shrugged again. “Not too much I can do about it.”
	“Were you two…I dunno, going out or whatever?” Theresa asked.
	“Nuh-uh.”
	“Have you told him you like him then?” Theresa pressed.
	I gave her a withering look. “Of course I didn’t tell him! This
is me we’re talking about.”
	Theresa chuckled and nodded. “I didn’t really think so. All
right. You don’t think he should’ve gotten relief?”
	“Who am I to say what he shouldn’t do? I’m obviously not his
girlfriend.” I mumbled.
	“But it upsets you that he did?”
	It sounded more like a statement than a question. I gave another
shrug. My shoulders were going to get tired from all this
shrugging soon. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t force the hurt words
out.
	“I can understand this upsetting you,” Theresa said. “But it’s
maybe not as bad as it you’re thinking.”
	“What do you mean?” I asked.
	“Well, I mean, you’re upset cause you think maybe Sam got relief
and likes this girl, or maybe doesn’t like you so much, right?”
	“No,” I said.
	“You’re biting your lip,” Theresa commented. “Which is usually a
good indication you’re either real nervous or lying through your
teeth.”
	“Fine,” I sighed, “I’m confused about what this means, yeah.”
	“Who says it means anything?” Theresa suggested. “Your not his
girlfriend, and you didn’t tell him you liked him. He probably
has no clue that you’re interested in him. Guys are stupid like
that.”
	I couldn’t help cracking a smile, but it was strained and didn’t
last. “Remind me how this makes me feel better?”
	“For starters it gets you to see he probably didn’t think you
would have any kind of thoughts on it, so it’s not like he
betrayed you or he‘s cheating on you or anything.”
	“I wasn’t worried about that in the first place,” I grumbled.
	“So why’re you freaking then?”
	 “I…thought he liked me, I guess…” I murmured. I was surprised
at my own honesty. I hadn’t expected to say it, not even to
Theresa.
	Theresa leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. “And who
says he doesn’t? Just because he got relief doesn’t mean he
doesn’t like you. It wasn’t a class you shared with him, was it?”
	I chewed my bottom lip for a moment before shaking my head.
	“See?” Theresa smiled. “I’m sure had you been in there he woulda
begged you to volunteer for him! He’s a guy Jenna. Guy’s take
advantage of the relief thing. And I don’t blame ‘em! I wasn’t a
total stranger to relief through the Program myself. It’s not
something to be worried about. He probably just wanted to get
off. It doesn’t mean a thing toward you, for better or worse.”
	I nodded slowly, staring at my desk and letting Theresa’s words
sink in. They sounded so reasonable and clear compared to the
panicked jumble of thoughts I’d been tangled in a moment before.
I was freaking out pretty badly. Sam hadn’t shown any indication
that he was intent on hooking up with this Liz girl. Besides, I
knew something of what he was going through…I got so horny and
totally worked up and stressed out today that I had to get relief
or I felt like I was gonna die. I couldn’t rightly blame him for
needing it just as bad as I had.
	“I was just scared maybe he’d like her instead of me.”
	“Not necessarily,” Theresa said optimistically. “It was just
relief. Sam’d be a decent enough guy not to go after a girl just
over something like that.”
	I eyed her doubtfully. “How can you be so sure? You’ve never
even met him.”
	“True,” Theresa conceded, her round, honey brown face spreading
into a grin. “But I know you. And I know you’re smart. Smart
enough, I’d bet, not to fall for a guy who wasn’t a decent and
smart person. If he’s got you this head over heels, I’m convinced
that he’s gotta be something special.”
	“Yeah…” I mumbled, feeling my face grow hot and my lips curl
into a smile as I thought about Sam, clearly now, without a fog
of panic blanketing my mind. “He is.”
	Theresa eyed me and shook her head. “You’re a piece of work
girl. You must have it bad.”
	I blushed even more and nodded. “Yeah. I think it’s gotten even
worse since we talked in homeroom.”
	“What happened?” Theresa quickly demanded. “You got a funny look
in your eye. You have gossip. I want in!”
	“Not really gossip,” I grinned sheepishly. “I got relief.”
	Theresa openly gawked at me for a few minutes before grinned
widely and lightly pushing my shoulder. “Shut up!”
	“I did!” I exclaimed softly, trying not to draw too much
attention. Not that it would help after my screaming episodes
earlier today. I hope I didn’t get a reputation. Well, most of me
did, at least…
	“With Sam huh?” Theresa said, then leaned in, grinning widely.
“How was he?”
	I held up three fingers.
	“Shut up!” she screeched.
	“Would’ve been more too, but my chair fell and took me with it,”
I replied with a strangely proud feeling.
	Theresa worked hard to smother her laughter for a few moments, a
failed attempt at best. Ms. Bremins walked past us and handed us
a paper with recipes for a few upcoming lessons printed on it and
Theresa managed to get a hold on her laughter.
	“So he knows what he’s doing huh?” Theresa grinned.
	“I don’t know. I get the feeling he hasn’t really done it
before,” I replied.
	“Bullshit,” she muttered. “No virgin eats a girl to four orgasms
his first try.”
	“Apparently this one did,” I chuckled.
	“Can I borrow him?” Theresa said coyly.
	“I’ve gotta get him before I can loan him out,” I reminded her.
	“Minor detail,” she teased. “You actually went up for relief in
front of all those people? My scared little Jenna, who would
rather sit in a corner than talk to people?”
	“I’m not that bad.”
	“It’s good to know you’re starting to put yourself out there,”
she winked.
	“I didn’t ‘put’ myself anywhere. The Program did,” I whined.
	“Either way,” Theresa shrugged. “What brought all this about?”
	“Psychology,” I replied. “Mr. Gouski had a totally insane
demonstration set up with us in it. Sam…well, got to touch me.”
	“Ohh,” Theresa said with wide eyes. “How was he? What’d he do?
Did you get to touch him?”
	“Yes,” I said simply.
	“Talk!” she demanded.
	“What, you want a transcript of what happened?” I asked.
	“Yes dammit!”
	I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Later,” I promised.
	Theresa glared at me for a moment, then pouted. “You suck. Why
not now?”
	“Because I’m trying to figure all this crap out and decide what
I should do.”
	“You’d better deliver later.”
	“I will,” I laughed.
 	“So is he ‘the one’?” Theresa asked.
	“ ‘The one’? Come on Theresa, I may like him a lot but it’s a
little early to think marriage.”
	“No stupid! The one…” Theresa made a circle with her fingers and
poked the
index finger of her other hand through suggestively.
	I wanted to deny it. Deny it like I denied all of these parts of
myself that were coming uncovered so very quickly this week. But
even more, I wanted to be honest with myself.
	“Maybe,” I admitted softly.
	“Aw, my little girl’s growing up!” Theresa teased.
	“I didn’t say yes,” I pointed out, realizing at once how stupid
the protest sounded.
	“You didn’t say no, and that tells me plenty by itself,” Theresa
snickered.
	“Whatever,” I grumbled, knowing she was right.
	“He really must be something. I’d like to meet him.”
	I felt warm as I thought of Sam. Warm in many ways...
	“You oughta let him know.”
	I looked at Theresa and chewed my bottom lip uncertainly. “You
think? You don’t think it would be too soon? It wouldn’t scare
him away?”
	“What guy wouldn’t love to know a hottie like you is totally
crushing on him? If Sam’s as smart as I’m thinking he is, then
he’d jump at the chance to date a girl like you.”
	“I guess,” I mumbled, hardly convinced. I wasn’t nearly as cool
and attractive as Theresa always tried to assure me I was. “I’ll
have to think about it.”
	Theresa shrugged and sat up straight in her seat as Ms. Bremin
finally called the classes attention to the front of the room.
Wow. Maybe we would actually do something with the last ten
minutes of class.
	“I’d hurry up and make up your mind though,” Theresa offered in
a whisper. “With the kinda exposure he’s getting in the Program,
you may not be the only girl with her eye on that fella.”
	My breath caught at that thought. I hadn’t really considered
that. But Sam had been catching the eye of quite a few girls, and
that with only a day and a half gone by…
	I nodded, smiling thankfully at Theresa for her support even as
I mulled over the swirl of conflicting thoughts in my head.

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