
   Sam and Jenna Naked in School (NiS, hs, exh, teen, first, mf, oral, anal)

   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.
   
