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

   Wednesday, Morning

   Sam



   "Son of a bitch," I muttered angrily.  I checked the spark plugs, the
alternator, and made sure all the wires were hooked up correctly before
trying to crank my piece of shit Cavalier again.  It didn't make a sound.

   "Dammit."

   I sighed, climbed out of the car, and half-heartedly kicked the door
closed.  Great.  My car was dead.  I knew next to nothing about fixing
cars. Dad was already at work, Mom didn't have a car and was too damn lazy
to take me to school even if she did.  I was going to be late for school.

   What other options did I have?  The neighbors didn't really like our
family, once again my mom's fault.  Amelia took the bus.  Andy lived on the
other side of town and wouldn't have time to swing by and pick me up on the
way to school.  How was I going to get to school on time?

   Jenna.  She might give me a ride.  I didn't want her to even see my
house.  I didn't want to think about her finding out about my fucked up
family life...but I didn't have much of a choice.  I wasn't about to be
late for school (I'd not been tardy for the last two years, which made me
proud in a nerdy kind of way) and I wasn't about to make her go through a
day or even a morning without my support.

   I walked into the house and took the cheap old portable to my room so
you couldn't hear my mom watching her crappy soaps on full blast.

   I glanced at the piece of paper Jenna gave me as I dialed.  I had almost
memorized it already.  Probably because I stared at it endlessly all last
night.  I waited anxiously for someone to pick up.

   "Hello?" A voice I didn't recognize answered.  It sounded like a little
boy.

   "Hey, can I speak to Jenna?" I asked.

   "Who's this?"

   "Edd!" Someone in the background on the other end screamed.  "You're not
supposed to be on the phone!"

   "This is Sam.  I'm Jenna's partner at school," I explained.

   "Partner?  What kind of partner?" The boy asked.

   "Edd!  Give me that!"

   I heard a quick argument and struggle on the other end.

   "Sam?" I recognized Jenna's voice.  I couldn't help smiling.

   "Yeah.  Um, hi," I greeted lamely.

   "Hi," Jenna replied.  "Sorry about that, that was my little brother,
Edd."

   "No problem," I said.  "Sorry to call so early."

   "It's okay.  I thought you could only use the phone for emergencies?"

   "Yeah," I mumbled.  "It, uh, is an emergency.  My car's dead and I don't
really know how to fix it.  My dad's already at work and no one else is
around to give me a ride.  Do you think...I mean, if it's not too out of
the way..."

   "Where do you live?" She asked.

   "Johnston Road.  327."

   "Really?  Ok, yeah, I'm only like five minutes away."

   "Where's your house?" I asked.

   "142 Moris Road," she replied.

   "In Greenpark?"

   "Uh-huh."

   "Ok, great, that's not far at all," I said.

   "I'll be glad to pick you up," Jenna replied.

   I smiled.  "Thanks Jenna, I owe you."

   "It's nothing, Sam.  I'll be there in a minute," she said.

   "327 Johnston Road.  I'll be standing at the door and my Cavalier is
dead in the driveway."

   "Okay, I'll be there soon."

   I grabbed my book bag and keys, walked outside, and began to pace.  I
prayed silently that my mother would stay inside.  Just stay inside.  Just
stay inside...I didn't want Jenna to see this part of my life.  I realized
I was unreasonably freaked out.  My mom hardly even left her room,
more-less the house.  I tried to breath and relax, but continued to pace on
the doorstep.  It was a long 5 minutes.

   Jenna's silver Mustang pulled into the drive.  I was in so much of a
rush that I almost wasn't excited about getting to ride in such a nice car.
Almost.  I was going to have to find a way to get enough money together to
buy one for myself one day.  I rushed across the drive and climbed in.

   "Thanks for picking me up," I said as I put my book bag in the back
seat. "You're a real lifesaver."

   "No problem," Jenna smiled.  "I'm just glad I can help you after how
much help you've been to me.  Your house is..."

   "Small, I know," I finished for her.

   "I was going to say `cute'," Jenna replied.

   I fidgeted nervously.  "We'd better get going."

   Jenna looked at me curiously.  "Is something wrong, Sam?"

   I was about to reply when I heard the front door of my house slam.

   "Fuck," I muttered and sank down into the seat.

   "Huh?" Jenna looked confused.

   My mom rounded the corner.  She looked pissed.  Her hair looked like
crap and her robe had numerous stains all over it.

   "What the fuck is going on here?" My mom shrieked.

   "Um...Sam?" Jenna asked.

   My mom was walking toward the car, getting more irate by the moment. 
"Who the fuck is this?  What the hell is your car doing on my damn
driveway, bitch?  Get the fuck out of here before I have you arrested for
trespassing and attempted breaking and entering you hussy!"

   "Drive!" I groaned.  Jenna, looking pale-faced and rather alarmed, did
as I said and pulled out of the driveway.

   "Sam, get back here you little fuck!  You know better than to bring your
little slut friends around!" My mom screamed.  Jenna put on the gas and we
drove away.

   "Jesus," I muttered.  I covered my face with one hand.

   Jenna drove on in silence for several moments and I waited for my face
to lose some of its redness.  I hated my mother.

   "Are you ok?" Jenna asked after a moment.

   I nodded and sighed.  "Yeah.  I'm sorry.  I can't believe she did that."

   Jenna shrugged slightly and kept her eyes on the road.  "I'm sorry, Sam.
I had no idea you...I mean...I didn't know your mom was like that."

   I shook my head and sat up a bit more straightly.  "I'm used to it.  I
guess.  I just wish you didn't have to go through that.  I may be used to
my mom being a bitch, but you didn`t deserve that."

   "Neither do you," Jenna said softly.  I shrugged and glanced at her.

   "Don't let her upset you, please," I said.  "My mom's not important and
neither is any of the shit she says."

   Jenna smiled at me softly and nodded.  "I won't.  Uh...who are the...
`slut friends'?"

   I rolled my eyes.  "Don't listen to that.  She was talking about Amelia
for Christ stake, whom my mom labeled with that the first time I tried to
bring her over.  I haven't tried having friends over since then."

   "That's awful," Jenna said.  "Do you want to talk about it?"

   "Not really," I said honestly.  "I just don't want you to think badly of
me because of her."

   "I would never judge you on your family," Jenna said softly, then gave
me a playful smile.  "God forbid someone judge me by my family."

   We arrived at Junior parking and Jenna found a spot.

   "Don't worry about me," I assured her.  "I'll be fine.  I just...need to
think for a minute or something.  Get it out of my head, y'know?"

   Jenna smiled at me.  Her hand found mine and her fingers slid shyly
around my own.  "I'm here for you."

   I smiled at her and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.  We talked to the
front of the school.

   Once again a group was gathered in front of the school to watch the
Program people undress.  I glanced around and sighed in relief.  Brock
wasn't around, thank goodness.  Amelia and Theresa were sitting to the
side, chatting quietly as they eyed several of the Program guys.

   "Hey guys!" Theresa waved when she spotted us.

   "We heard what happened," Amelia said.  She scowled and shook her head.
"I wish I'd been there.  Bret Wilson would be missing a few teeth."

   "Are you ok?" Theresa asked Jenna.

   Jenna smiled softly and nodded.  "Yes, I'm ok.  Sam talked to me about
it last night and helped me relax."

   "Andy told us about you're little date," Amelia grinned.

   "I wanted to make sure Jenna was ok," I pointed out.

   "I hadn't been to Ezzies in awhile anyway, so it was nice," Jenna added.

   "Why didn't you clock him Sam?" Amelia asked.

   "Sam?  Clock Bret Wilson?" Theresa scoffed.  "The guy outweighs him by
like a hundred pounds!"

   "Sam's heavier than he looks," Amelia snickered.

   I fidgeted slightly.  I still wasn't in a very good mood after what
happened not a half hour ago.  "You know I don't start fights, Amelia."

   "Yeah, I know," Amelia grumbled.  "But that asshole was starting things
first."

   "It doesn't matter," I shrugged.  Amelia gave me a curious glance.  I
tried to give her a look that told her I wasn't in the mood to put Bret
down...for once.

   "You two'd better put a move on," Theresa commented.

   "Yeah, let's go ahead and get this over with," I sighed.

   Jenna and I found our boxes and began to undress.  I was so distracted
and unhappy about this morning that I hardly even noticed anything going on
around me.  I didn't even watch Jenna.

   "Here, let me help," Jenna said.

   I looked up as Jenna walked up to me and began to undo my belt.  I
swallowed hard.  Suddenly my mind wasn't on this morning anymore.  She
smiled shyly up at me as she pulled my belt out of the loops on my pants.

   "Cheer up," she whispered.  Her fingers began to work at the button on
my pants.

   "Thanks," I murmured softly.  I pulled at her shirt, raising it slowly
upward, exposing her stomach and then her bra.  Jenna worked my button
loose and raised her hands over her head long enough for me to slip the
shirt off completely.

   The small crowd gathered to watch cheered and hooted softly.  Jenna and
I both grinned and my tension began to ease.  She zipped down my fly as I
reached around her back with one hand.  My fingers found the hooks and
after about three seconds all three hooks were undone.

   "Guess it wasn't a fluke," I smirked.

   "You'll have to teach me how to do that," Jenna winked.

   I removed her bra and the guys whistled as her breasts came into view.
Several girls likewise cheered as Jenna, a mischievous gleam in her eyes,
grabbed my boxers at the hem of the legs and yanked them down.

   I grinned and pulled my shirt off.  Jenna smiled and gave me a teasing
look, putting her hands behind her back as I undid the fly on her
tight-fitting jeans.  I grabbed the waistband and eased the jeans over her
curving hips and supple thighs before letting them drop.

   Jenna smiled at me and turned around, bending at the waist.  She was
wearing a dark blue thong and it was riding into the deep crack of her
round buttocks.  My cock throbbed heavily at the sight.  My hands shook
slightly as I gripped the waistband of her thong and slowly inched Jenna's
underwear down.  The back slid out of her crack and I could see her smooth
pussy peaking at me from between her thighs.  My cock gave a jerk of
excitement and I had to remind myself to breath.

   "Uh...I have a request," I mumbled.  I looked away and smiled in
embarrassment.

   Jenna glanced at me over her shoulder, still bent over at the waist with
her ass raised upward.  She looked a bit surprised, but there was a soft
smile on her lips.  "You don't have to request Sam.  You can do whatever
you like."

   My mind raced in twenty directions at once.  What did that mean?  Was
she just being nice?  Was the Program really getting her to loosen up and
relax and want to explore these sexual situations we kept finding ourselves
in?  Or was it more than that?  I wondered if she was trying to tell me
something...something I very badly wanted to hear.  I couldn't help but
hope I wasn't the only one with developing feelings in this partnership.  I
told myself not to read into Jenna's words and her attitude.  I told myself
not to get my hopes up.  I don't think I was entirely following my own
advice though.

   I placed my hand on the small of her back and slowly slid it downward,
along the swell of her plump round ass.  I was surprised by how firm it
was...I could feel the muscle just under the surface, firm and bunched as
her buttocks flexed softly under my fingers.  Despite the firmness, the
skin was soft and I had watched Jenna's ass bounce softly, enticingly
whenever she walked ahead of me.

   My hand slid lower, down and off her heart shaped ass and to her upper
thigh.  I reached slowly between her thighs.  Before Jenna could spread her
legs wider I slid my fingers between them, feeling the soft flesh and
caressing it lightly.  Her legs were supple and slightly meaty yet they
were toned and tight, which seemed much nicer to me than skinner legs would
ever be.  My fingers slid further between her slightly parted thighs and
brushed along the silky smoothness of her vulva.  I found one of her petals
with my thumb and I pulled it aside gently.

   Jenna gasped loudly and I saw her knees wobble, and for a moment I
thought she was going to fall.  When I was sure she wasn't going to I
spread her other outer fold to the side with one of my fingers and used my
middle digit to slowly slide up her slit and toward her raised ass.  I felt
her juices sticking to my finger and couldn't help but smile wider.  I
could just see her womanhood behind my hand and the hint of juices
glistening softly as the sunlight hit it.

   I slid my fingers up and down the length of Jenna's slippery pussy,
feeling the heat radiating against my hand as I lightly toyed with her
folds.  A soft moan came from Jenna's lips as I pulled my hand away.  She
glanced back at me and smiled before finally standing up straight.  The
people around us began to clap.  I'm not sure who blushed more, Jenna or
me.

   "Showoffs," Amelia grinned as we put our clothes in our boxes.

   "You're just jealous," I countered.

   "First, that was weak," Amelia snickered.  "Second, I am anything but
jealous of your having to parade around in your baby suit."

   "Birthday suit," I corrected.

   "Whatever," Amelia rolled her eyes.

   "It's not so bad, once you get used to it," Jenna said.

   "Hah!  This from the girl who would sooner run away screaming than have
someone look at her too suggestively!" Theresa giggled.

   "Just because I don't feel like being a ho doesn't mean I don't like
attention," Jenna said.

   "With the little number that just happened I'd have to agree with that,"
Theresa grinned.

   Theresa turned toward me.  "So just how many girlfriends have you had?"

   "A bit random there Theresa, don't you think?" Amelia chuckled.

   "Well, none if you don't count that one girl who insisted we were
getting married back in kindergarten.  I ran away from her.  I thought she
was trying to suck away my soul."

   Amelia smacked her forehead and mumbled, "You're an idiot."

   "You've never had a girlfriend?" Theresa asked doubtfully.

   "Nope," I repeated.  "Why?"

   "You've got some damn good hands for someone who's never used them
before," Theresa giggled.

   "How would you know?" Amelia and Jenna asked at the same time.

   Theresa grinned wider.  "I know good hands when I see them."

   I squirmed a bit.  I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed or not. 
"Uh, thanks?"

   "You need to get a boyfriend again," Jenna rolled her eyes.  "You're
going to be climbing the walls soon, I know it."

   We walked into school and started down the halls.  We all had homeroom
further back into the school, so we still had some time to talk a bit.

   "I know," Theresa sighed.  "I miss having a boyfriend.  Being single
isn't for me by a long shot."

   "You're better off," Amelia frowned.  "Guys suck."

   "Hey," I protested.  "I resent that!"

   "Resemble more likely," Amelia muttered.

   "I heard that," I grumbled.

   Amelia smirked, but it fell into a frown again after a moment.  "Fine
then, high school guy's suck."

   "That's not any better!  I still fall into that category!" I whined.

   "Oh quit acting like you're offended!  You know I don't mean you.  I
mean all the guys around here who act like total jackasses.  In other words
almost all of them," Amelia replied.

   "Yeah, most of the guys around here are asses," Theresa agreed.  "Which
is why I'm single right now I guess.  It`s had to find a nice guy.  I've
tried the whole bad boy thing and it's so totally not worth it.  I just
wanna find a guy who'll treat me right.  Someone who could make me laugh'd
be nice too.  And being decent to look at never hurts."

   I tried not to smirk.  Andy would enjoy hearing this, I thought, even if
he was being hesitant about it.

   The requesters were out in force this morning.  Maybe they were making
up for how lax they had been yesterday or something.  Several girls played
with my cock, which was already throbbing and hard as stone from my
impromptu request a few minutes ago.  My cock was taken into a soft hand,
pumped a few times, then passed to the next set of fingers that curled
around the shaft and gave it a teasing squeeze.  After the first five girls
my cock was leaking pre-cum pretty heavily.  This, if anything, seemed to
encourage the girls in their requesting.  One girl squeezed at my arms and
shoulders and chest, feeling at my muscles, which made me feel strangely
like she was testing for the choicest cut of meat or something.  A girl
walked by and smacked my ass sharply before strutting down the hall with
her laughing friends.

   Amelia was snickering.  I would have glared at her but I was too busy
being red from all the attention.

   Jenna was in a similar situation.  One guy asked to play with her
breasts and squeezed them, pressing his fingertips against the ample flesh.
He pulled lightly at her pink nipples, giving them a light pinch before
taking a handful of her breast flesh once more.  He smiled and thanked her
with surprising politeness before moving to let the next guy forward to
request.  After two or three guys had played with her tits, a black guy
named Rodney from my history class requested to feel up her ass.  He
squeezed and kneaded Jenna's firm perky buttocks, massaging the round
cheeks in his big black hands.  It was an interesting contrast considering
how pale Jenna was.  His fingers pressed into the creamy whine skin and I
saw Jenna shiver at the contact.  Before he removed his hand he trailed one
finger along the crack of her ass, lightly dipping it inward as he slid it
down.  The next requester fondled Jenna pussy, squeezing at her hairless
vulva.  I watched (somewhat jealously, I have to admit...I wanted to touch
her too!) as his fingers slid along her folds and the soft pink flesh
inside.

   As the requesters began to touch and fondle her, Jenna reached out and
took my hand.  I glanced at her worriedly, but she smiled back at me and I
was relieved to see that she didn't seem to be bothered at all by the
requesters.  Aside from a moment of fidgeting, she didn't show any sign of
discomfort even when the guy began to play with her pussy.  She had come a
long way from Monday already.  And there was still tomorrow and Friday to
go.  How many more times would she manage to surprise me before then?

   I glanced back and saw Theresa and Amelia both glancing at Jenna and my
joined hands.  They exchanged coy looks and when Amelia caught my eye she
winked at me.  I smirked and looked away.

   I reached the hall leading to my homeroom and waved goodbye to the
girls. I felt a weird kind of loss when I had to let go of Jenna's hand.  I
walked quickly down the hall to homeroom and slid into my desk right as the
bell rang.

   "Hey bud," Andy greeted.

   "Sup?" I replied.

   "Not much.  How's the day going so far?  Getting used to the naked
thing?"

   I chuckled.  "Do you think someone gets used to just being randomly
naked in front of their peers?"

   "Point," Andy grinned.

   "Today sucks so far," I muttered.

   "What's up?" Andy asked.

   "My fuckin' clunker died in the drive, for starters," I grumbled.

   "That sucks," Andy sympathized.  "Why didn't you call me to come get
you?"

   "You live across town, Andy.  I'm not gonna make you drive the extra to
get me.  Plus by the time I found out you were probably already here at
school."

   "Right.  And my folks took my cell for two weeks," Andy sighed.

   "Your fault for breaking curfew," I grinned.

   "Is it my fault my parents set such an unreasonable time for me to be
home by?  I think not."

   "Anyway," I frowned.  "That wasn't even the worse part.  Since you
weren't home and Amelia takes the bus I had to get Jenna to give me a
ride."

   "That doesn't sound like that bad of a thing to me," Andy smirked.

   "It is when my mom comes out and starts calling her my, and I quote...
"Little slut friend".

   "Holy shit," Andy groaned.  "Your mom actually said that to her?"

   "Yup," I sighed.  "I couldn't believe it.  I wanted to fuckin' shoot
myself."

   "Weak," Andy replied.  "That totally blows, man.  I'm sorry."

   "I'm used to it," I said.  "I just wish she wouldn't pull that kinda
shit around other people.  I couldn't care less, but Jenna's about the
nicest person I've ever met and she definitely doesn't deserve anyone to
say that kinda shit to her, more-less my mom."

   "Is Jenna pissed?" Andy asked.

   "No, thank God," I replied.  "I think it just kinda freaked her.  I
don't blame her.  If someone's mom just exploded on me for no reason like
that I'd be a bit freaked too.  She's being really cool about it though,
acting like nothings wrong."

   I sighed and propped my head in my hands.  "I just hope to God this
doesn't scare her off and make her think I'm some kinda psycho or
something."

   "You shouldn't worry about it bro.  It was your mom, not you," Andy
reassured me.

   "Still," I grumbled.  "You know sometimes people get judged by their
family.  I don't really think Jenna's the type to do that, but you never
know.  And anyway, even if she doesn't necessarily judge me by my mom, I
could see her wanting nothing to do with me just so she wouldn't even have
to deal with my mom."

   "You told her how you feel yet?" Andy asked.

   "Nah," I sighed.  "I'm too chicken shit."

   "You?  Nah, maybe me, but not you," Andy insisted.

   "It's not exactly like I've ever even approached a girl before," I
replied.  "At least you've had some experience."

   "Yeah, for all the positive influence that had," Andy muttered.

   "Point taken," I smiled apologetically for bringing it up.

   "Speaking of relationships...I've got some news about Theresa," I
continued.

   Andy looked me hard in the eye.  "You didn't..."

   "No I didn't.  I haven't said a word, not even to Jenna," I assured him.

   Andy relaxed visibly.  "Okay.  So what's up?"

   "She's looking for a boyfriend," I grinned.

   "Oh...kay?"

   "Come on man, just think about it.  You like her, we both know it."

   "Volume dude," Andy hissed, glancing around the room to see if anyone
was paying attention to our conversation.  I'd never seen him so paranoid.
He must have it bad.

   "You like her.  I think there's a good chance she does or will like you.
She complained there were no decent guys, no guys who weren't asses.  She
said she wants a guy who'd treat her good, who'd make her laugh, and who's
cute.  You fit the bill pretty well if you ask me."

   "Did you just call me cute?" Andy asked.

   "Don't change the subject," I said doggedly.

   "Fine, so maybe I could be that kinda guy.  So what?  That doesn't
change the fact that I'm not ready to get into that kinda ugliness again,"
Andy hissed.

   "Who says it'll be ugly this time?" I asked.  "Does Theresa really seem
like that kinda girl?"

   "Did Christy?" Andy countered.

   "Alright, fine," I relented.  "But just think about it man.  I know the
Christy thing really left a bad taste in your mouth, and maybe Theresa can
fix that.  Just think about it."

   "I am," Andy admitted.  "But I gotta weigh this.  I have to decide if
I'm willing to open that chapter of my life again.  I don't want to put
myself in that position again."

   "It could be different this time," I insisted.

   "I know.  But it could be the same too.  Would you take that risk?"

   "For Theresa?"

   "For anyone."

   I nodded slowly.  "I would for Jenna.  In a heartbeat," I said softly.

   Andy looked away.  "You haven't been there, man."

   "I know," I put a sympathetic hand on Andy's shoulder and gave it a
brief squeeze.  "Just think about it."

   "And you need to think about telling Jenna about how you're feeling
about her," Andy countered.  "If you were serious about what you just said,
then you definitely need to hook up with her."

   "I don't even know how she feels," I replied nervously.

   "She seems to be pretty sweet on you to me," Andy assured me.

   "Yeah, but is that enough?" I asked doubtfully.

   "You'll never know if you don't ask, will you?  You really want to pass
up a girl like that because you're too chicken to ask her out?"

   I gave Andy a meaningful look.

   "I know I know," he growled.  "I got no room to talk.  But that doesn't
mean you still shouldn't do it!"

   "Alright, alright," I muttered.  "I'll do what I can.  But I'm not
saying anything till I think the timing is right."

   "Which'll be never," Andy smirked.

   "Maybe," I shrugged.

   I did take Andy's suggestion under consideration though.  I definitely
didn't want to end up letting Jenna slip through my fingers...it would be
bad enough if I was simply attracted to her, but it was more than that.  I
wasn't delusional enough to say I was in love...not yet, at least.  But I
was certain I had moved past simple lust and into something entirely more
complicated.

   Jenna



   I felt horrible.  My motherly instincts (which were surprisingly strong
and well tested considering I was only 17.  Karla was a good mom, but I had
definitely done plenty of mothering to my brothers and sisters through the
years.) wanted to just take Sam into my arms hold him.  He played his
mothers behavior off like it didn't affect him, but after what happened
this morning it was clear why he refused to talk about her last night.  I
realized that he really didn't want other people to know about his mom,
which wasn't surprising.

   I wanted to know more about this.  How long had this been going on in
his life?  Was she just verbally abusive or...?  And what else was going on
in his family?  From how Sam spoke about his father I doubted he was
anything but a great guy.  I wasn't sure why I wanted to know about this so
bad...it really wasn't my business.  But I wanted to know everything about
Sam, the good and the bad...and I guess part of me hoped that if I knew
more, maybe I could do something to comfort or help him.  He didn't show
it, but I felt sure that his bad relationship with his mother was eating at
him no matter how well he was able to hide it.

   I couldn't bring myself to ask him about it though.  I don't know if he
would even be willing to talk about it, and even if he was I doubt he would
be comfortable.  So how was I going to find out just how bad all this was?

   Amelia.  Sam mentioned that she had met his mom.  Maybe she would know
more and could tell me?  Should I talk to her?  That almost felt like I was
going behind his back or something.  Maybe I was being too nosy...

   I worried about Sam as we arrived at school.  He was quieter than usual,
and his face was sullen and his eyes down.  I couldn't help but feel a
small bit responsible.  Sure, his mother was the one that freaked out, but
if I hadn't been there maybe she wouldn't have freaked out and he wouldn't
have felt bad.

   He definitely seemed to perk up when we undressed each other, which was
exactly what I was going for.  I hadn't expected it when he made a request
(the thought had never even occurred to me that we could make requests on
each other), but I was very excited too; not only had I managed to cheer
him up, but I had excited him enough to merit a request.  I surprised
myself when I told him he didn't have to ask, but as I spoke the words, I
realized they were the truth.  I would allow Sam to do pretty much anything
he wanted...I would happily go along with anything he wanted to do to me or
with me...my head practically spun with the thought of just how far the
possibilities went, but I would welcome Sam's attention in any form it
took.

   My heart thumped hard when I thought about it.  I had always promised
myself I was saving my virginity for someone special.  Even now that some
of my sexual inhibitions had been loosened by the Program that remained
true.  I had thought for years it would never happen, because it seemed
impossible for me to ever meet the type of guy who would be that special
person to me.  Had that changed?  Was Sam that person?  Was I really ready
to give up my cherry?

   I kept asking myself that on the way to homeroom.  Theresa and I talked
about it.  She had to open me up some before I would talk about it, but she
guessed that I was worrying about Sam right off the bat and I saw little
use in denying it.  She, of course, told me I should go for it, but became
a bit more serious when I didn't laugh or scold her.

   "Well, how do you feel about him?" She asked.

   "I think he's the most incredible guy I've ever met," I said honestly.

   "Well, there's a start at least," she giggled.  "So is that enough or
not?"

   "I don't know," I replied.  "I mean...I've never felt for a guy the way
I do for Sam...not even close.  But is that enough?  I mean...I don't know
what I mean."

   "Sure you do," Theresa encouraged gently.  "You just don't want to say
it because it's scary."

   "It is scary.  I'm enjoying the Program," I admitted softly.  "I feel
like I'm finally experiencing things I've wanted to experience for a long,
long time.  But I don't want to get carried away.  I don't want my first
time to be just because I'm getting all horny and having fun.  I think it's
a little more important than that."

   Theresa gave me a look and smiled slowly.  "This is why you didn't want
to go into the Program in the first place, isn't it?  You figured this
would happen."

   I considered denying it, but Theresa knew me too well, so I just nodded
quietly and tried not to blush.

   "All I can really say is you need to think about how you feel.  If he's
the one, you should be able to tell.  You're looking for someone
special...so decide if he's special or not."

   "I know he's special," I mumbled.  "But how do I know if he's special
enough?"

   "Who says he has to be `special enough'?" Theresa countered.  "Isn't it
good enough that he's special in the first place?  Not a lot of guys are
these days."

   "Maybe," I shrugged uncertainly.

   Theresa smiled and gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze.  "Just
remember not to put your standards so high no one can reach them, Jenna. 
If you do then even if Sam's the guy who measures up the closest to them
you'll still pass him by."

   I nodded and ran my fingers through my hair.  My head was pounding
trying to figure all this out.  How could I be faced with all these
questions and changes in the span of three days?  It almost wasn't worth
it...the Program was nothing else if not disruptive.

   The bell rang and I said bye to Theresa til lunch.  I walked down the
busy halls, stopping every now and then to oblige a request.  I posed a few
times, thrusting my generous chest out and then bending over with my butt
high in the air.  I even pinched at my own nipples during one pose to give
the guys an extra thrill.  I had my breasts pawed and squeezed at and two
requesters fondled my pussy gently before moving on.

   I found Sam waiting for me at the hallway leading to Psych.  His balls
were being fondled by a girl who looked like she was old enough to be in
college.  She moved her hand up to his cock and gave it a few quick
squeezes before moving away.

   "May I make a request?" I smiled playfully as I approached him.

   "Sure.  I extend the same offer you made this morning," he replied with
a smile of his own.

   I lightly wrapped my fingers around his shaft and gave it a gentle
squeeze.  I smiled, my eyes staring at his meaty cock in my hand.  Sam's
cock jerked lightly in my grip.  I giggled and began to run my hand up and
down his impressive length.  It felt huge in my hand, even bigger than it
looked.  I closed my eyes and savored the sensations my fingers sent to me.
A light dribble of pre-cum was leaking from the head.  I rubbed the sticky
stuff into his cock for several moments.  I released his cock and opened my
eyes.  He was staring at me and he looked quite pleased.  Feeling suddenly
naughty and wanting to turn him on even more, I raised my fingers and
teasingly licked his pre-cum from the digits.  His eyes widened and he
grinned at as I winked.

   I was having way too much fun...

   Just as I was about to reach out and give Sam's cock another feel Derik
walked up to us.  Why did that boy always ruin all my fun?  It never
failed...I just hope if he saw what I just did he wasn't going to start
freaking out...

   "Mornin'," Derik grunted as he approached.

   "What's up?" Sam asked.

   "Someone in my homeroom threw a condom on to the blackboard," Derik
grinned.  "It stuck.  It was cool."

   I laughed and shook my head.  "Would that have happened to be you?"

   "Where would I get a condom?" Derik replied.

   "Is that a literal question?" I grinned.

   "Hey!" Derik exclaimed.

   "There are condom dispensers in all the guys' bathrooms," Sam pointed
out.

   "Oh goody.  We have tampon dispensers in ours," I said.  Sam and Derik
squirmed like all guys do any time the mere concept of menstruation is
mentioned.  I laughed at them.

   A guy requested to touch my breasts and I told him yes.  Derik shuffled
and his jaw was tight, but I was impressed when he didn't freak out.

   "I'm never gonna get used to that," he muttered after the guy walked
away.

   "You think you have an issue getting used to that?" Sam asked.  "Wait
till it's done to you."

   "That's okay," Derik muttered.

   "You're just uncomfortable because you're thinking about guys doing it
to me," I reasoned.  "As soon as you consider that girls will be doing the
requesting and you'll be the...er...requestee, you'll warm up to the
Program."

   "Nah," Derik replied.  "I'll never be comfortable with something like
that.  For one thing, I've been signed out of the Program."

   "You've told us.  A lot," Sam chuckled.

   "And for another thing, girls run away from me, not to me," Derik
continued.

   "That's what I thought before I got in the Program too," Sam said.  "I
don't think it matters if you're popular or good looking or whatever, it's
not you girls are interested in."

   Derik and I laughed.  "At least you don't have boobs to be fondled," I
smiled.

   "I dunno, I've had a few girls feel up my chest," Sam smirked.

   "That's weird," Derik said.

   "I somehow don't think it's quite the same," I said as I looked down at
my breasts.

   "Probably not," Sam conceded.

   Derik didn't look very comfortable discussing my boobs.

   "Oh yeah," he turned to Sam.  "Amelia told me to tell you you better
have remembered your mouth guard because you start practice for the
tournament on Saturday today.  She said if you forgot your mouth guard she
was going to laugh at you."

   "You were hanging out with Amelia?" I asked.

   Derik shrugged.  "We have homeroom together."

   "Huh.  Did you two talk before now?" Sam asked.

   "Nah," Derik replied.  "I don't talk to people.  But since I know her
now it's ok.  She's the only person who will talk to me in homeroom
anyway."

   "Maybe that's because you threw a condom at the blackboard," I grinned.

   "I did not!" Derik protested.

   "We better get going to class," Sam smirked.

   "Yeah, I'm gonna be late," Derik glanced at his watch.

   "See you at lunch," I waved.

   "He seemed much more mellow today somehow," Sam commented as we walked
into Psych and waited for the rest of the class to come in.

   "I think he took my scolding to heart," I suggested.

   "Maybe.  Or maybe he's just getting more comfortable with his friend
being in the Program," Sam replied.

   "Maybe.  Either way, I'm glad he's not freaking so much any more.  It
was stressing me out."

   The class filtered in.  Several students looked like they hadn't quite
woken up yet.  I probably would have looked pretty under myself, but
something about being naked in the cold air and getting fondled multiple
times before first period woke me right up.  Imagine that.

   "All right," Mr.  Gouski spoke up once most of the class was seated. 
"Today we'll be continuing our researching from Tuesday.  We'll be seeing
how Jenna and Sam respond to some different stimuli.  We'll look at a bit
more specific stimuli today."

   Mr.  Gouski turned to Sam and I.  "Before we begin, do either of you
want relief?"

   "I do," Sam said.

   Mr.  Gouski looked mildly annoyed but nodded and went to sit behind his
desk.  "Volunteers?"

   My hand shot up.

   Sam smiled at me and nodded.  "Jenna can help me."

   Sam took his seat at the front of the class and I knelt before him.  I
smiled up at him and wrapped my fingers around his cock.  It throbbed in my
hand.

   "You don't have to volunteer, you know.  It won`t upset me," Sam smiled
down at me.  Part of me almost felt as if he was rejecting me.  Like he was
telling me he didn't want me to volunteer.  But then his cock jerked in my
hand and I saw him shudder.  I pushed that insecure part of me down.

   "You don't always have to pick me to assist you," I replied.  Then I
blushed softly, lowered my eyes, and mumbled, "Besides, I want to."

   Before he could reply I lowered my face and opened my mouth.  The head
of Sam's cock slipped between my lips.  I heard him draw in a sharp breath.


   I gave Sam's cock a light suck as my tongue tentatively slid along the
underside of the swollen head.  His taste seemed deliciously familiar
already.  I gave a soft moan around his head and glanced up.  Sam's eyes
were glued on me and his eyes were bright with pleasure.  I smiled around
his cock and slid it deeper into my mouth.  His shaft disappeared slowly
between my lips.  I stopped when I felt the head approaching the back of my
mouth and my throat tightened.  I knew what deepthroating was, but I didn't
think I was quite ready for that.

   I remained motionless for a moment, savoring the feel of Sam's meat in
my mouth.  My fingers lightly massaged what I hadn't managed to take
between my lips.  His taste filled my mouth.  He tasted wonderful.  I could
smell him, too...his cock had a very distinct smell, different from the
rest of his body.  I couldn't explain how it smelled, but I liked it.  It
smelled...male.  I rubbed my thighs together unconsciously in excitement.

   I slowly pulled back, letting his cock slide from my mouth.  I sucked at
it as the head came out, making a soft popping noise.  I was unable to keep
from giggling in excitement.

   I gazed shyly up into Sam's eyes as I pressed the broad side of my
tongue against the base of his cock and ran it firmly upward.  I slipped
about mid way up and started over at the bottom again.  I was trying my
best to be sexy and make this enjoyable for him, but I wasn't entirely sure
just what I was doing.  I paid close attention to how he reacted and tried
to repeat what seemed to get a reaction out of him.  I licked at his cock,
tasting his flesh.  I swirled my tongue around his head once or twice
before lowering my mouth around the shaft once more.

   Sam moaned softly as I began to, somewhat clumsily at first, bob my head
up and down.  I almost panicked when I nicked him with my teeth.  He
squirmed a bit but smiled reassuringly and told me he was okay.  I took
extra care to cover my teeth with my lips.  Theresa told me once that some
guys liked some nibbling and stuff during a blowjob (I'm still not sure why
she told me these things), but I didn't want to risk going too far with
something like that on my first try at a blowjob.

   I sucked more firmly, which I judged as a good thing by Sam's moaning.
His hips bucked slightly and his cock slid firmly between my lips.  I
moaned and my free hand gently squeezed his thigh in encouragement.  My
hand ran up and down the lower portion of his shaft.  A small trickle of my
saliva ran down his shaft, which I rubbed along his cock to lubricate my
hand.  My tongue rubbed the underside as well as I could manage.  I was
surprised.  I was enjoying myself far more than I had thought I would.  My
pussy was soaked, and it was all I could do to keep from reaching down to
finger myself hard.  I had never known having a cock in my mouth could make
me so horny.

   If sucking cock was this exciting and enjoyable, what would sex be like?

   I moaned loudly as Sam bucked into my mouth.  His breathing was coming
ragged and heavy which excited me even more.  I sucked hard, making a
naughty little slurping sound.  Sam's cock jerked in my mouth and his body
practically spasmed.  I would have to remember how excited that sound made
him if I ever did this again (which I very strongly hoped I would).

   Sam got that look in his eyes that he had as he got ready to cum when I
jacked him off yesterday.  I sped up, bobbing my head rapidly along his
cock, sliding all but the tip out of my mouth before dropping down and
taking him in all the way to the back of my throat.  I gagged softly.  Sam
looked down at me, looking slightly alarmed, but I could tell by the way
his body shuddered that feeling my mouth tighten around him had excited
him. I kept going, moaning to show him I didn't care if I gagged on him.

   My mouth glided back and forth across Sam's fat cock.  His shaft was
starting to get very wet, covered in my saliva.  My lips tingled with the
stimulation of his meat sliding along between them over and over.  I
tongued along the underside as his cock entered my mouth, getting a taste
of his flesh.  When his cock slid especially far back a few times I gagged
more, but I wasn't gagging so hard that my stomach heaved or anything.  I
could tell it excited him, so I was more than willing to let it happen a
few times.

   I popped his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue along it again,
slowly and firmly licking up and down along underneath his cock and along
the swollen sides.  My tongue circled around the crown, tracing it.  I gave
a firm, wet kiss at the spot where Sam's underside met the rim of his head.
I lowered my head a bit more after a moment and took one of his heavy balls
into my mouth.  I licked and sucked his testicle.  I was glad he didn't
have more than a light sprinkling of hair on his sack.

   I sucked lightly one ball and then the other.  I rolled them gently,
delicately in my mouth before releasing them.  I licked my way back upward,
pausing for a moment here and there to wrap my lips around the side of his
cock to suck softly.  I was totally engrossed at this point and had
completely forgotten about the rest of the room.  I felt like I could
lavish attention on Sam's cock forever and be perfectly happy.

   I was beginning to think I was going to enjoy having a cock in my mouth
a lot more often...especially if it was his.

   His head jerked as my tongue reached it and began to swirl around it,
causing a thin trickle of drool to run down his shaft.

   "I'm gonna cum," Sam warned shakily.

   I eagerly shoved a big mouthful of his cock between my plump lips.  I
moaned loudly and my pussy quivered excitedly.  I made another slurping
noise, this one loud and sloppy sounding as I sucked firmly on his shaft.
His cock tensed in my mouth.

   I gagged again as a huge spurt of cum splattered onto the back of my
throat.  I pulled back just in time for the second burst to fill my mouth
and coat my tongue.  His cock exploded over and over into my mouth, filling
it with warm gooey cum.  I swallowed quickly as my mouth began to fill. 
Cum leaked out the corners of my mouth as I struggled to keep up with his
spurting dick.

   Finally his cock settled.  I hesitated a moment to be sure he was
finished before I pulled back and swallowed.  His cum was incredibly thick
and creamy and it slid down my throat in a warm gooey mess.  Thin trails of
saliva and cum ran down my lips and along my chin.  I wiped my face clean
with the back of my hand.

   "Wow," Sam breathed.  I giggled.

   "I thought I was supposed to say that," I smiled.  I leaned forward and
licked a small dollop of cum from the tip of his cock and kissed his the
cock head clean.

   "Okay then," Mr.  Gouski sighed.  "Let's get class started.  Though Sam
probably won't be very good for data anymore."

   The class tittered and talked quietly.

   "Thanks," Sam smiled at me and helped me to my feet.

   "My pleasure," I blushed softly.

   It figures.  I wait till after giving someone a blowjob to get bashful.

   I took the second chair beside Sam and Mr.  Gouski started putting the
electrodes and such on us.  He turned to fiddle with his monitor for a few
moments before turning to face the class again.

   "We'll start with Sam.  Can I get a volunteer to assist him?"

   Most of the girls in class extended their hands.  Mr.  Gouski nodded and
chose a girl with dark blonde, curly hair.

   "If you will bring Sam back around, please," Mr.  Gouski instructed.

   The girl tentatively wrapped her hand around Sam's hanging cock.  She
began to jack him off slowly, trying to run her hand up and down the
flaccid flesh for several moments.  Sam squirmed and looked a bit
embarrassed, probably about his lack of hardness.  His cock jerked slightly
but remained otherwise lifeless.

   "It's no good," Sam stated sheepishly after several more unsuccessful
moments.  "Sorry Mr.  Gouski, I think I'm tapped for the moment."

   Mr.  Gouski rolled his eyes and shook his head in annoyance.  "Couldn't
wait for a class that wouldn't be affected, could you?" Mr.  Gouski
muttered quietly.

   He turned his attention to the rest of the class and cleared his throat.
"Since Sam has just received relief, we're going to focus on Jenna for
today," he announced.

   The girl that volunteered looked a bit put off and a bit relieved at the
same time.  She took her seat as the class muttered and whispered.  Their
eyes shifted from Sam to me.

   Mr.  Gouski eyed me for a moment and rubbed at his chin.  I felt more
self conscious than I had all morning, which made me realize with a measure
of surprise how comfortable I had felt being naked and giving a blowjob in
front of a group of people just a few moments ago.

   "I think today we will explore the developments we found yesterday," Mr.
Gouski decided.  "That Jenna reacted so strongly to Sam should be
investigated.  Was her reaction so strong because she had been so
thoroughly stimulated earlier?  Was it Sam's technique or and touch that
brought about such a reaction?  Or was she specifically showing an
abnormally strong reaction to Sam himself?"

   I blushed softly and glanced at Sam.  He smiled warmly at me and winked.
I swear my pussy moistened on the spot...not that it wasn't already moist
of course.

   Mr.  Gouski looked thoughtful for a few moments.  "All right, we'll do
this.  Can I get some volunteers?"

   I think every guy in the class raised a hand.  I blushed.  Why were they
all so eager over me?  I wasn't exactly all that special.

   Mr.  Gouski chose one of the guys and looked to me for approval.  I
nodded.  I'd only ever seen the guy in class, and didn't even know his
name, but he seemed nice enough, and he was kinda cute...

   "Ok.  What we'll do is have Todd and Sam take turns stimulating Jenna."
Mr.  Gouski cut his eyes at Sam and Todd both.

   "This is not a competition.  We're not interested in seeing who is the
best at turning someone on.  This isn't a judge of either of your ability.
Neither is this a popularity contest or an attempt to go wooing a new
girlfriend.  We're trying to establish a relationship between the body and
the mind in sexual response.  So if either of you are going to be stupid
about this we'll stop right now.  Understood?"

   "Understood," Sam and Todd both said.

   "All right.  First, let's try out something easy first.  Hmmm...Ok. 
Sam, I'd like you to do what you did to Jenna yesterday at the very end,
the caressing her back thing.  Todd, pay attention so you can try to copy
him afterward."

   Todd nodded.

   Sam smiled and stood beside me.  He gazed softly down at me and placed
his hands on my shoulders.  His palm slid down my arm for a moment before
returning to my shoulders.  The hands lifted and then the came back down
with only the pads of his fingertips touching my upper back.  I almost
jumped and had to fight hard to suppress a moan of pleasure.  Why was I so
sensitive back there?

   Sam dragged his fingertips down my shoulder blades and traced my spine
with that light, barely there touch of his.  His fingers reached the small
of my back and began to climb back up toward the extra sensitive flesh of
my upper back and shoulders.  His hands brushed my skin as they climbed,
his palms along my back and his fingertips gliding across my sides.  I
tried not to squirm and wiggle.  His touch was pleasant and made my body
quivered with pleasure, but it was also a tickly sensation like a feather
flicking over my skin.  My flesh goosed up and I gave a pleasant sigh.  He
was so good...

   Just as I was really getting into it Mr.  Gouski called him to a halt. I
bit my tongue to keep from protesting.

   "Okay, let's give Jenna a moment to cool down."

   Mr.  Gouski glanced over the readouts on the monitor.  "So far Jenna is
showing a significant level of arousal for such a simple and relatively
non-sexual point of contact, same as yesterday." He looked up at the class.
"Any thoughts?"

   One of the girls raised her hand.  "Is it possible she may already
be...y`know, turned on?  From the Program and all?"

   "Good question," Mr.  Gouski nodded.  "And yes, it's likely that Jenna
has come to class at a heightened arousal level because of Program
activities.  I already thought about that, however, and am making my
observations on her arousal levels with that in mind."

   Mr.  Gouski turned to Todd.  "You were paying attention to what Sam was
doing, yes?  You know what to do?"

   "Yeah, I think," Todd replied.

   "Ok then, give it a try.  Go ahead and start."

   Todd repeated Sam's motions.  He started at my shoulders and lightly
rubbed.  He did his best to mimic Sam's lightly contacting touch.  He
struggled with it at first but soon he did better and left his initial
clumsiness behind.  His fingertips slid along my sensitive skin and I
shivered all over again.  It felt like my body alternating contracted and
relaxed.  He seemed to gain confidence as he slid his fingers down my back,
following the same path Sam had.  My thighs unconsciously rubbed together
and I gripped my chair to make my hands behave and keep still.  I gave a
little squeak as his fingers grazed an exceptionally ticklish and sensitive
spot when they started to climb upward.  He was good...and he was able to
make copy Sam's touch surprisingly well...but he didn't do the trick like
Sam did.  His touch wasn't magic...

   "Ok, that's enough," Mr.  Gouski called.  I finally released my chair. I
hadn't realized I was gripping it that hard.  I wasn't sure I was going to
make it through this experiment anymore...giving Sam relief had excited me
powerfully, and now both guys were very purposefully stimulating one of my
sensitive zones.

   Mr.  Gouski scanned the readouts.  "It looks like Sam is ahead at the
moment.  Jenna's arousal levels certainly rose when Todd stimulated her,
but the arousal is clearly higher during Sam's turn.

   "We'll do this then," Mr.  Gouski continued.  "Todd, I would like you to
stimulate Jenna's breasts.  You may do this however you see fit, within
reason of course.  We will compare the data to the data Sam produced and
see which affects Jenna more.

   I swallowed and gripped my chair again.  Todd began to lightly caress
and squeeze my breasts.  He went slowly at first, which I thought was
considerate.  He toyed with them, his eyes glued to the full orbs as they
jiggled and shifted as his hands manipulated them.  He cupped the bottoms
and lifted them slightly.  Why did all guys seem to do that?

   Todd squeezed more firmly and began to knead them, working from the
bottoms around to the outside, working the pliant flesh in slow circles.  I
moaned softly and tried to hold still.  It was incredible.  It was
agonizing.  And I wished it was Sam.

   Todd ran a thumb over my nipple and I jumped.  He looked a bit worried,
but I nodded for him to continue.  He squeezed my boobs and circled his
fingers around my nipples before giving them a light pinch.  I
unconsciously pressed my chest into his hands.  He played with my swollen
nipples for several moments before lightly tugging at them with thumb and
forefinger, which made my nipples ache a bit but I was in too much pleasure
to care about that.  He gave them a little twist too, which was pretty nice
and made them throb with pleasure.

   Mr.  Gouski called Todd to a halt.  "Looks like that put Todd ahead of
Sam, but only marginally.  But of course, Todd stimulated a much more
obvious erogenous zone.  It's likely that if Sam were to stimulate the same
area he would be ahead of Todd."

   Mr.  Gouski started to pace behind his desk, which he did when he was
trying to figure out how to approach something.  He was kind of neurotic
sometimes, but I wasn't really one to talk.

   "Here's another question," he finally said.  "We see that, at least when
the touch is in the same area and follows the same pattern, Jenna reacts to
Sam's touch more strongly.  But is this because she prefers Sam's touch, or
because she prefers Sam?"

   I blushed and looked everywhere but at Sam.

   "We'd like to find this out, because this would go a long way toward
finding out just how much cognitive function effects arousal.  How would we
find this out?"

   The class remained silent.  Mr.  Gouski got the look on his face that
said he was pulling teeth and hating it.  "Come on, it's not that difficult
to figure out.  How would we be able to find out if Jenna prefers Sam's
touch or just Sam?"

   Fred Ingleman held up a hand hesitantly.  "Um...make sure she couldn't
see Sam?"

   "Exactly!" Mr.  Gouski said with a grin.  He walked behind his desk and
pulled out a blindfold.  I suddenly got the feeling he had thoroughly
prepared for this.  "If it's ok with you Jenna, I would like to put this on
you.  This way, you can't be tempted to peak, or accidentally open your
eyes when the boys stimulate you.  We can get a more accurate reading this
way.  Is this ok?"

   I looked at the blindfold uncertainly for a few moments and then nodded.
"Okay."

   Mr.  Gouski put the blindfold over my eyes.  I felt mildly
claustrophobic for some reason, but not to the point that I was panicking.
I was somehow even more aware of my nakedness.  I couldn't see anything at
all, but I could feel all the students' eyes on me, sliding along my
exposed frame.

   "All right boys, walk around so she can't remember who's standing
where," Mr.  Gouski instructed.  The class tittered at his evilness.

   "Good," he said when the boys had finished.  "You on the left.  You
start."

   I nearly shrieked as a pair of hands unexpectedly began to touch my
back, rubbing in slow, light circles.  The fingers spread out wide and each
made its own little circle with only the pad touching my skin.  I let out a
shaky breath as all but the first two fingers slid down my shoulders and
traced my shoulder blades, circled under them, and back up the sides of my
back in a slow and sensual circle.

   The fingers went upward along the side of my neck and I trembled at the
delicious sensation.  If my back and neck had been sensitive before, now
they were overwhelming.  I was in total darkness, the room was almost
entirely silent, and all my attention was zoned in on those wonderful
fingers without a bit of the distractions that had been present earlier.  I
was unable to keep myself from squirming this time.  I wondered briefly it
if was possible to orgasm without any stimulation to sex organs...I could
imagine cumming from breast play, even though I never had...but from
getting your back touched?  I wasn't really approaching an orgasm or
anything, but I wondered how close this alone would be able to get me...

   Mr.  Gouski called the hands and their owner (whoever he was) to a halt
and gave me a moment to recover.  I wondered who it was...I couldn't tell;
Todd was a fast learner, and had copied Sam's technique rather well the
first time around.  I couldn't tell which that had been, and even though I
knew I held a higher attachment for Sam, I didn't entirely care at the
moment...

   The second pair of hands started.  I shivered and let out a moan as they
mimicked the path and touch of the first hands, copying them closely and
making me tremble in pleasure.  I could hardly believe I was going from a
girl who hardly even spoke to guys to having them sliding their hands along
my back in an effort to stimulate me.  Why, after all the much more
explicit things that had been happening to me recently, was I thinking that
now?

   The hands worked lightly along my neck and back down to my shoulders,
slowly tracing the top of my spine with the thumbs.  The hands were
wonderful and I felt them quite distinctly.  Was this what being
blindfolded did to you?  I began to think about how nice such sensitivity
could be in other activities...my mind wandered just long enough for me to
consider some very naughty thoughts before the sensation of the hands
sliding down my silky sides jerked me back to the present.  The hands
started back upward with the palms lightly resting against my skin and the
fingers pulled them upward in a motion oddly similar to walking.

   "Okay, that'll be enough," Mr.  Gouski said.  I let out a heavy breath
and let the tension run out of me.  I slouched slightly in my chair.  I
could feel wetness on the seat.

   "Looks like Sam has a lead over Todd, though it's not as large as it was
before.  We can reasonably say that Jenna has a preference from Sam's
touch. But perhaps she also has a preference for Sam himself.  After all,
this time Jenna did not know who was who, which may explain why Sam's lead
is not as large when she didn't know which was him.

   "We still have some time left," Mr.  Gouski continued.  "Now why don't
we see if Jenna can recognize Sam's touch?  Did you recognize which he was
last time, Jenna?"

   "No sir," I replied softly.

   "Well, that's ok, we didn't ask you to last time.  This time, try to
focus on the touch and see if you recognize which touch and technique is
Sam and which is Todd."

   "I'll try," I said.

   It started all over again.  This time, however, I was so keenly focused
upon the touch that I didn't sink so deeply into enjoyment.  I tried to
focus on how the hands moved, how they felt, the way the touch contacted my
skin...how was I supposed to tell which was which?  I had felt Sam's touch
more than Todd's, but that didn't really tell me who was who.  I strained
my senses and did my best to make note of what the first pair of hands did.

   The hands stopped, then switched.  I focused again, making note of what
these hands did and how they were different.  The touch was lighter this
time and moved along a bit more quickly, but the touch was otherwise
exactly the same.  The boys did a good job of mimicking each other, and
both touches made me tingle with desire.  But neither stood out in my mind
as being Sam or Todd.  How was I supposed to tell something like this? 
Even as sensitive as my back as and as hard as I tried to differentiate the
two, I really couldn't tell which hands belonged to which guy.  Where Sam
seemed so distinctive and better the first time they had touched me, now I
could hardly tell which even felt better, more-less who it belonged to.  I
thought Sam, but what if I was wrong?  Just because it felt better did not
mean that touch belonged to a particular person.  What if Todd was just
hitting the right places more?

   "Do you have any idea which one was Sam or which one was Todd?" Mr. 
Gouski asked when he called the exercise to a halt.

   I remained quiet for a moment, trying to decide if I could perceive any
big differences.  I wonder... "Can I try one more time?" I asked.

   "Sure," Mr.  Gouski replied.

   This time I focused all my attention on the feel of the hands.  Instead
of thinking about how they made me feel, I thought about how they
themselves felt.  Size was no good...I hadn't really gotten a good look at
Todd's hands, and Sam's hands were average sized.  But I knew one other
thing that I would be able to distinguish...

   And I recognized it immediately when the second pair of hands began to
slide across my skin.  These fingers were rougher than the first ones...the
touch was feather light and gentle as could be, but I could clearly feel
calluses on the fingers, a firm and rough texture that if anything felt
even better.  It was a roughness that Todd lacked and I found very exciting
about Sam.

   "The second one is Sam," I said when asked again.  The class murmured
and tittered and I got the impression they were pretty surprised.

   "Right," Mr.  Gouski said slowly.  "How'd you know?"

   I shrugged.  It felt strange to shrug in the dark.  "Sam's hands are all
rough, he has callouses on his fingers.  When I thought about it I realized
I could feel the roughness real distinctly.  Todd's fingers aren't rough
like Sam's."

   "I'm impressed you realized that," Mr.  Gouski commented.  "Go ahead and
remove the blindfold, the exercise is over for now."

   I gratefully pulled the blindfold from my eyes and blinked a few moments
before my eyes adjusted.

   "The readouts show that Jenna's arousal was higher when Sam touched her
than when Todd did," Mr.  Gouski said as he stared at the monitor.  "The
levels of her arousal were also much higher than before.  Any suggestions
as to why this was?"

   "Was it because she realized it was Sam?" one student suggested.

   "That seems likely," Mr.  Gouski replied.  "Thank you by the way, Todd,
you can take your seat."

   Mr.  Gouski turned to face the class.  "I know I said this when we
started yesterday, but let me restate that this is not being done under
ideal experimental circumstances, so none of you should take this to be
precise or technically sound science.  However, we can look at the way
Jenna's general reactions work and infer information from them.  Our
results may not be foolproof, but we can say they are reasonably accurate.

   "So far we can say that cognitive function does affect arousal.  Jenna's
arousal was clearly higher when she knew Sam was touching her than when she
didn't.  A certain margin of preference for his touch itself was taken into
consideration, but..."

   The bell cut Mr.  Gouski's rant short.  He muttered a curse under his
breath.

   "Okay, tomorrow we'll continue to investigate the link between cognitive
activity and arousal, this time hopefully," Mr.  Gouski cut his eyes at
Sam, but his smile was good-natured.  "Focusing on Sam this time.  Read
pages 145-157.  Have a good day!"

   I got up from my seat and took the towel Mr.  Gouski handed me to wipe
off the small puddle on my seat.

   "Thanks for being so cooperative Jenna, we're getting some very
interesting data," Mr.  Gouski told me.

   I smiled awkwardly, trying not to blush as I glanced at Sam.  "It's no
problem Mr.  Gouski, I'm just glad I can help with your experiment."

   "It really is fascinating," Mr.  Gouski mumbled.  He stopped himself
before he started ranting off and waved us out the door.

   "And be in better shape tomorrow!" Mr.  Gouski grinned at Sam.

   "I will," Sam smirked and we stepped into the hall.

   Sam

   "That was crazy," Jenna blurted as soon as we left class.  I was
inclined to agree with her...

   "The having to be touched by two guys?" I asked.

   "Well, yes, that was crazy too," she blushed, "But I was talking about
the blindfolding.  I don't think I've ever been blindfolded in my life!"

   I chuckled.  That I hadn't expected.  Mr.  Gouski had really thought out
this little experiment...he must really be interested in finding the
results.  It made me wonder what he had in store for me tomorrow.  "You've
never played pin the tail on the donkey?"

   Jenna rolled her eyes and smiled at me.  "It's hardly a comparable
activity."

   "Pin the tail on the Jenna, maybe?" I muttered.

   "What?" Jenna asked, grinning.

   "Nothing," I returned the grin.

   "You make really bad jokes, you know," Jenna giggled.

   I winced self-consciously.  "I know.  I should stop, shouldn't I?"

   "No!" Jenna smiled widely.  "I like them.  I think you're one of the
funniest persons I've ever met.  You always make me laugh, and that's a
good thing."

   "What can I say?" I smiled, feeling a strange swell of pride.  "It's a
gift."

   Jenna giggled and reached out a hand, which I took and squeezed softly.
It occurred to me how natural it felt to have her hand in mine.  I hadn't
even thought about it.  By the look on Jenna's face, neither had she.

   We got a few requests as we walked to Anatomy.  Nothing too noteworthy;
the usual girls fondling and pulling at my cock, the usual guys playing
with Jenna's breasts and feeling her ass.  Todd, apparently impressed by
what he experienced in Psychology, requested to touch Jenna's breasts, to
which she smiled and consented.

   I once again found myself getting a nagging jealous feeling.  I still
wasn't bothered by the fact that other guys were getting to touch her, but
I was less than happy that I hadn't been able to feel her breasts yet.  I
understood that guys were going to be touching her during Program week, and
I didn't let it bother me; I'd have to be as misguided as Derik to do
otherwise.  But dammit, I wanted to feel too!

   So why didn't I?  She had given me permission to do whatever I wanted
this morning...and feeling her breasts certainly fell under `whatever'.  I
had felt her ass...I'd felt her pussy...I'd even eaten her pussy...and now
the girl had given me a blowjob...something that blew my mind so completely
that I wasn't even able to think able to fully reflect on it yet.  So why
was I being such a chicken shit about feeling up her boobs?  What the hell
kind of sense did that make?

   Yeah.  The blowjob.  What could I say about it?  Wow. 
Really...really...wow.  My first blowjob...and it was done by a girl I was
pretty sure I was falling completely head over heels for.  That it had been
Jenna somehow made it special...made it perfect.  I could tell she wasn't
entirely sure what she was doing...the whole time I could feel her taking
experimental little motions, trying this with her lips and that with her
tongue, trying to get a feel for what worked and what she could do and do
well.  It was incredible.  I felt somehow very privilege to be the one she
was beginning to learn on.  It was like we were learning together, or
something sappy like that.  I was being a hopeless romantic again.

   We walked into Anatomy with most of the class still to arrive.  Ms. 
Celvin greeted us with a smile and began writing on the board.

   "What're we doing today?" I asked.  "We aren't going to examine my
prostate or anything, are we?"

   Ms.  Celvin laughed and shook her head.  "Not exactly.  We will be
examining the internals of the reproductive system, male and female both,
but we'll be doing it on power point slides."

   "You mean we get to be out of the spotlight today?" Jenna asked
hopefully.

   "Yep," Ms.  Celvin smiled.  "Only because I couldn't think of how to tie
you two into the lesson for today."

   "Yay!" Jenna giggled.  "I love you Ms.  Celvin.  You're giving us a
break."

   "Tomorrow you won't love me anymore," Ms.  Celvin chuckled.

   "Resuming being evil tomorrow?" I smirked.

   "Something like that.  You'll be helping out again."

   " `Helping'," I muttered sarcastically.

   Ms.  Celvin ignored me.  "I know you students in the Program have to do
a lot of strange things in all your classes, but you really don't
understand how much you help the teachers explore new concepts and lessons
that really interest their students, for once."

   "Naked equates interest?" I asked.  I was helpful.  Really.

   "Shouldn't you have plenty of chances to do these kinds of lessons
though?" Jenna asked.  Okay, so maybe she really was helpful and I wasn't.
I couldn't help it.

   "Not really," Ms.  Celvin replied.  "Haven't you noticed that there
hasn't been a single Program student in the class before you two?"

   "It's still pretty early in the semester," I pointed out.

   "Yes," Ms.  Celvin admitted, "But you two are still some of the first
Program students I`ve had."

   Jenna and I exchanged glances.  "Really?" Jenna asked.

   "Really," Ms.  Celvin repeated.  "The Program has only been going on at
Monroe High for a few years now."

   "Isn't that long enough to get some Program students in your class?"
Jenna asked.

   "It should be," Ms.  Celvin replied, "But if you've noticed, most
students tend to complete their Program duties in their Freshman or
Sophomore year."

   Jenna and I looked at each other again.  It seemed neither of us had, in
fact, noticed.  "Two of our Junior friends haven't gone into the Program.
Andrew Myers and Derik West," I explained.

   "Probably just a coincidence," Ms.  Celvin said dismissively.

   "Plus Derik has been signed out of Program participation," Jenna added.
I shrugged.

   "See?  In any case, I haven't seen any Program students in this class
because my students are almost always Juniors and Seniors, and almost
always through their Program week by then," Ms.  Celvin explained.  "So
yes, this is a pretty big deal for this class.  I've only had three other
Program students so far, and I've never had two Program students in the
same class.  I'm willing to bet it's the same situation with your other
classes.  Think about that and remember you really are helping us teachers
out."

   By now the class had filed in and taken their seats.  They were doing
the usual class rabblerousing till the bell rang.

   "Okay then, let's get started," Ms.  Celvin called the class to
attention.  "First, of course, do either of you want relief?"

   "Yes ma'am," Jenna replied.  She smiled warmly at me, her eyes dancing
mischievously.  "Sam?"

   I tried not to grin too widely for fear of my face splitting.  She asked
for me directly.  I was so on cloud nine.

   Jenna took her seat and I knelt in front of her.  My hands came up and
slowly traced her sides my thumbs circling slowly upward and stopping just
below her breasts.  I still couldn't bring myself to touch them.  It was as
if there was a wall between them and my hands.  A stupid ridiculous wall
that my stupid ridiculous brain wouldn't let me go through.  I wondered how
she felt about getting relief two days in a row in the same class.

   "I'm really worked up.  Just go for it," Jenna whispered to me, looking
down at me with.  Her breathing was already quick and her face was slightly
red.

   Apparently she felt pretty good about it all in all.

   She'd asked me to go straight for the kill.  Who was I to argue?  My
head sank down between her splayed thighs and I wrapped my lips around
Jenna's hairless vulva as my hands slid downward to gently caress and
squeeze her rounded hips.

   I heard a gasp above me but I was too focused to glance up.  I sucked
firmly on Jenna's plump mound, running my tongue along her cleft as I moved
my hands down to her thighs and gave them a light squeeze, enjoying their
supple, soft feel in my hands.  I ran my tongue down to the bottom of
Jenna's slit and back up to the top.  I spent several moments sucking and
pulling softly at the flesh with my lips before releasing her pussy from my
mouth.

   Jenna moaned loudly again as I sucked on one of her folds and then the
other.  My tongue slid between her pussy lips and into her pink inner
flesh. Juices collected in my mouth and I swallowed them as my tongue
explored her smooth juicy womanhood.  I sucked at her pussy as my tongue
slid up and down her slit, firmly licking the slippery, sticky flesh with
the broad side of my tongue.

   Jenna jumped and shuddered when my tongue firmly swept over her clit.  I
smiled to myself and gave her thigh another firmly squeeze.  I circled her
clit several times with my tongue and flicked the tip over the hood.  I
swept my tongue back down the valley of her pussy, tasting her honey-sweet
juices as my lips worked softly against her shining flesh.

   An arch of her hips pressed her slick pussy against my mouth.  My tongue
continued to trace her slit over and over, gathering thick juices between
my lips as she writhed in pleasure.  I reached down with my hands and
gently spread her folds to open her pussy widely.  I pulled her clitoral
hood back to expose her throbbing button.  I wrapped my lips around it and
gave a sharp suck.

   Jenna gave a quivering, throaty moan and began to lightly grind against
my face.  I lashed my tongue across her firm clit, using the broad of my
tongue.  My fingers massaged the lips I held open.  At first my tongue went
slowly, simply taking broad, firm upward strokes across the swollen little
nub of flesh and setting Jenna's hips jerking with pleasure.  Soon it began
to speed up, and the broad strokes were replaced by flicks and lashes with
the tip of my tongue.  My lips worked at Jenna's clit, pulling and sucking
as my tongue wrapped around it and caressed it wetly.

   She launched into her first orgasm so suddenly I almost jumped.  She
began to scream, a shaky, wobbling wail that carried powerfully through the
room.  A hand tangled in my hair, holding my head firmly to her convulsing
pussy.  My tongue mashed firmly against her clit, never leaving it, sliding
back and forth to maintain the contact and the stimulation as I sucked as
hard as I dared.  My fingers massaged her widely spread folds and my eyed
glanced upward.  I could barely see her face beyond the jiggling rise of
her breasts and the way her back was arched, but I glimpsed her eyes
squeezed shut and her mouth in a wide O of orgasmic rapture.  Her head
tossed slightly and her hair fell over her face and hid it from view.

   After several charged moments Jenna launched into a second explosive
orgasm seemingly before the first had even ended.  I lashed and licked,
sucked and nibbled, caressed and prodded at her clitoris with her tongue
and lips, trying everything I could think of to maintain and heighten her
pleasure.  The hand on the back of my head was insistent, but she hadn't
the strength to hold me to her anymore.  She didn't need it; I was more
than willing to eat her into wave after wave of pleasure.  Part of me was
sitting back and watching the whole thing with amazement and disbelief.  I
could hardly believe I was doing such a, at least in my opinion, good job
of pleasuring this girl.  I hardly even knew what I was doing, but I had
thought about this a good deal (probably too much) since I had become aware
of girls and all their wonderful possibilities years before.

   Jenna came for a third time, an even more explosive orgasm that lasted
for much longer than the first two.  By the time she began to wind down
what seemed like an hour later my tongue was starting to cramp and my lips
were getting slightly numb.  It was something of a relief when she finally
pushed my head gently back.

   I smiled up at her.  She tried to return the smile but was barely able
to.  She was breathing heavily and a light sheen of sweat had broken out
over her face.

   "That...was...so...amazing" she panted.

   "Wow," I agreed.  She giggled quietly at that and a bit of energy seemed
to return to her.

   I licked my lips clean before accepting a towel from Ms.  Celvin.  The
class was clapping and lightly cheering just as they had yesterday.

   "I guess Tuesday wasn`t a fluke, huh?" Jenna smiled softly as she sat up
and wiped the sweat from her face.

   I felt my face turn red and smiled crookedly.  "Guess not."

   We went to our normal seats and Ms.  Celvin started class, beginning
internal anatomy.  I zoned out as she started the power point slides
displaying the anatomy of the testicles and the ducts and tubes associated
with it.  I knew this well enough.

   I was puzzling over Jenna and how much she was starting to mean to me. I
wanted to tell her I was starting to really feel deeply for her.  I thought
about how I would ask her if she wanted to go with me.  I'd never delt with
this kinda step before.  I felt stupid and slow...most guys' my age had
done this plenty of times by now.  I was sure I was going to sound like a
total moron.

   I glanced at Jenna and caught her eye.  She smiled softly at me before
turning her attention back to her notes.

   She really was amazing.  I felt a swelling of pride when I thought of
how I had given her pleasure, a shiver of desire when I remember her lips
around my cock.

   But it was more than those things.  Until last night I had wondered if I
was simply getting infatuated with her body.  I worried I may be attracted
simply because she was so often near me, naked, her more sensual charms and
qualities on display for me to appreciate.  But last night I had been as
excited and pleased as I ever was to see her, clothed and covered as she
was.  If anything, I was even giddier to be in her presence outside of
school...as if I that somehow made her more real in my life...and more
obtainable.  I had come to realize that as much as I had thoughts the
pleasure and excitements of the flesh she offered (and I did have plenty of
those thoughts), I thought even more about how much I wanted to spend all
my time with Jenna...and that I really wanted to continue experiencing
these things with her after our week in the Program was done.  Was I in
love?  How could I even know if I was?  I'd felt a narrow amount of love in
my life...and to be in love?  That I'd never felt before at all.

   Was that why I felt a tingling along my skin whenever I saw her?  Was
that why my usual swift tongue got thick and heavy whenever I saw her?  Why
no matter what I was doing or thinking or participating in, whenever I saw
her all thought went out of me and all I was left with was her filling my
vision?

   I still didn't know.  I was an amateur in the field of romance and
relationships, and I cursed myself for that now.  All I did know was since
Monday every time I closed my eyes her eyes were gazing at me, dancing with
her playful smile.  I had become intimately aware that her skin smelled of
mellow pears and fresh, clean warmth.  It felt firm and tight, supple and
soft, feeling at once like everything I thought a woman should feel like
and nothing like I expected one to.  Her curves, the swell of a breast and
roundness of hips were etched upon my minds eye but often overshadowed by
the warmth of her smile and the way her nose crinkled that I thought so
alluring.  Her hair was a waterfall of darkness, brown-black silk tumbling
down and shining as it swished about.  I suddenly wanted to dip my hand
into that fall of hair, feel the smooth strands sliding through my
fingers...

   "...Sam!"

   I blinked and sat up straighter with a start.  I realized by the look
Ms. Celvin gave me that wasn't the first time she had called my name, and
probably not the second either.

   "What?" I said stupidly.  My mind was still heavy with thoughts of
brunett waterfalls and soft, full lips pulled back in a teasing smile.

   Ms.  Celvin did not look happy.  Several students in the class snickered
quietly.  "I'm waiting for an answer."

   "Could you repeat the question?" I asked.

   Ms.  Celvin rolled her eyes.  "What areas do sperm travel through when a
man ejaculates?"

   I sat silent for a brief moment, then glanced at the ceiling
thoughtfully.  Somehow I always thought better when I didn't have to look
at a teacher scowling at me.  Wonder how that could be.  "The Epididymis,
Vas Deferens, Prostatic Urethra, Membranous Urethra...uh...Penis Urethra?"

   I tried not to sink down into my desk as the class laughed.

   "Penile Urethra," Ms.  Celvin replied, and then smiled.  "But you've got
it otherwise.  Alright then, let's move on to the female reproductive
system.  We'll start with the vagina and continue to the Uterus, fallopian
tubes, the Ovaries..."

   The class passed slowly...with my mind so heavily on Jenna, I was only
barely taking notes and taking in information, though I did pay more
attention to the female internals than I did to the males.  Women were just
more interesting...

   Jenna

   I tried not to bask too heavily in the afterglow of my orgasm, but I
couldn't really help it.  It was all I could do not to smile like an idiot
in my seat while Ms.  Celvin started the lecture.  There was a small sense
of relief at being spared having a teacher put us through another strange
activity, though I had no doubt that Ms.  Celvin would find something to do
to us before the week out, and whatever it was would probably be
embarrassing like everything else.

   It was just as well, because my knees were wobbly and I wasn't entirely
sure I could stand anyway.  I might not have had as many orgasms as Sam
gave me yesterday, but they were good, hard ones, and the last one had
nearly made me pass out it was so intense.  My face was hot from blushing
and the heat didn't leave them for several moments after I had taken my
seat.  But I was happy.  Very happy.  Maybe it sounded shallow, but I felt
closer to Sam than I had yesterday...closer than I had felt three hours
earlier even.

   Our sexual activity made me feel closer to him.  Part of me felt like
that was a bad thing, like getting closer to someone just because we had
played around made what I was feeling somehow cheap and thin.  The rest of
me said that it wasn't...I had messed around with (or been messed with)
several other guys since I had entered the Program...maybe not as far as I
had with Sam, but still.  None of them had the effect upon me that Sam did.
None of them made me shiver in anticipation or brought a smile to my face
like he did.  And none of them gave me that deep tingling feeling...past
the tingling of sex, past the tingling of a crush.  Sam was the only one
who gave me those wonderful butterflies in my stomach when he came closer.
No other guy made me want to nuzzle and cling to them like he did.

   The bell rang and I realized that I hadn't been entirely present for the
whole lesson.  I was glad I hadn't been called on like Sam was.  As I stood
and put my books away I glanced at him.  I was worried.  I had spaced a
little bit, but Sam had been gone.  What could have been so heavily on his
mind?  His mom, no doubt.

   "You ok?" I asked as we stepped out into the halls.

   "Yeah.  Why?" Sam replied.

   "You seemed a little distracted in class." I smiled softly at him to
show I wasn't making fun of him.

   "Yeah...just thinking about stuff."

   I nodded and bit my lower lip.  "Do you want to talk about it?"

   Sam smiled at me warmly but shook his head.  "Now's not a real good
time, I think.  But maybe later today, or tomorrow.  Is that cool?"

   "Of course," I smiled.  "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

   "It's not that," he said quickly.  "I'm...very comfortable talking to
you.  But I need to think a bit more on this first."

   I nodded.  We were standing to one side of the hall as people walked
past us on their way to their next classes.  Both of us had several
requests made.  We talked through the requests.  I found myself chatting as
if nothing abnormal was happening even as a tall requester kneaded gently
at my breast.

   "Any time you want to talk, I'm here," I told him.

   "Right.  Partners after all, huh?" He replied.

   I smiled wider.  "No.  Not just that, at least.  I'm your friend.  I
want to be able to help you whenever I can.  I'll be here to listen and
help however I can, even when we're not Partners anymore."

   Sam was silent for a moment, those dreamy gray eyes staring intensely
into mine with a slightly surprised look on his face.  Then he smiled, that
crooked, boyish smile.  "Thank you, Jenna.  You know the same goes for me.
I'm glad...glad I'm more than just a Partner.  I already consider you a
friend.  For someone to be my friend, really my friend, they have to
be...special to me."

   His eyes were meaningful and full of an emotion that made my heart
pound. I wondered if I was imagining it.  I suddenly swallowed heavily and
wondered how hard I was blushing just then.

   "We'd better get to class.  We can talk more about things at lunch," he
suggested.

   I nodded.  I stepped closer and kissed his cheek.  He gave my hand a
light squeeze and gazed at me with those suddenly heavy eyes.  I smiled
shyly and felt like I was floating on my way to Home Ec.

   "Look at you!" Theresa said as soon as I walked in.  "I don't think I've
seen you this happy in months!"

   "So I'm happy.  Is that so bad?" I asked in mock offense as I took my
seat beside her.

   Theresa rolled her eyes and smiled.  "Nothing.  I just thought there
might but...I dunno...a reason?"

   I nodded and got a bit more serious.  "Yeah.  I'm starting to think Sam
may feel the same way I do."

   "You mean madly head-over-heels in love?" Theresa grinned.

   "I'm not that bad," I protested, though I was starting to wonder...

   "No, I don't think Sam is in love with me.  I think he may like me
though."

   "What happened?" Theresa asked.

   "Well...I kind of got half way to telling him how I felt," I explained.
"I told him I wanted to keep being friends and giving him support and stuff
even after we're not Partners anymore."

   Theresa `tsked' softly.  "Couldn't just come out and say it could you?"

   "I'm testing the waters!" I insisted.  "Anyway, that's not important. 
He told me he considered me a friend.  He also said I was special to him."

   "Really?" Theresa smiled.

   I fidgeted slightly.  "Well...he said someone has to be special to him
to be a real friend of his."

   "That could be a line," Theresa waved my hesitation away.

   I leaned forward, sweeping my hair back behind my ears as it fell
forward.  "That's not what has me happy.  He kept giving me this
look...like a really close, intimate kind of look...I dunno how to describe
it really.  But he's been really intense all day."

   "You think he's looking at you like that?"

   I shrugged.  "Maybe.  I hope so.  You know I don't really know how to
read into these kinds of things too well, but it seemed like it to me."

   "Great!" Theresa all but exclaimed.  "It sounds like he's pretty
interested...either that or you're imagining the whole thing."

   Theresa must have seem me crumble a little at that, because she said, "I
doubt it.  Don't worry about that, I'm sure he's into you.  It sounds
obvious.  You should definitely approach him about it now!"

   I tried not to let my confidence go down at her slip up.  For the next
few minutes we went over some notes and got a few grades back from Ms. 
Bremins.  She gave us a lecture about nearly burning the school down by
putting the ovens on too high a temperature and how we shouldn't do it (I,
surprisingly enough, knew how to bake extremely well.  Some of the other
girls, I guess, did not).  I got an A+ for our first baking
project...apparently Ms.  Bremins liked my banana-nut bread so much she
took it home to her family.  I added just a little bit of honey to make it
sweeter, but I wasn't telling anyone that.  Secret recipes are supposed to
be secret, after all (in other words I made it up, hehe).

   "You're going to be proud of me," I whispered to Theresa as Ms.  Bremins
started sorting through papers again to give us our next assignment, which
we likely wouldn't even get to till tomorrow.  Ms.  Bremins was far too
slow sometimes.

   "Why's that?"

   I think I blushed a bit, despite the fact I was volunteering the
information.  "I gave Sam a blowjob for relief in Anatomy today."

   Theresa stared at me blankly for several moments before lowering her
head to the desk.  She shook for several moments with what I took to be
silent laughter.

   "It's not that bad," I complained.

   "I'm sorry," she gasped softly, trying to bring her amusement under
control.  "I just never thought I'd hear something like that from you!" She
sobered up slightly.  "Why are you even telling me this?  I would have
figured you wouldn't want to admit to something like that with how shy you
are."

   I shrugged, realizing she was right and feeling a bit strange at my own
openness.  "I don't know.  I guess I figured word would get to you
eventually...it's not like we were in the most private of situations.  I
wanted to tell you myself before some kind of messed up version of it got
to you."

   "That's all?  When have you ever cared about gossip and impressions?"
Theresa questioned.

   "I don't.  I just wanted you to hear it from me.  Anyway," I went on, "I
guess I'm loosening up some.  The Program seems to take away some of my
inhibitions...I feel more comfortable in my skin...and my sexual
life...which I'm actually glad for."

   "Is that because you were uptight and lonely before?" Theresa asked. 
She said it in a way that held a mix of teasing good humor and honest
concern, but no malice or ugliness.

   "Probably," I admitted softly.  "Besides, you always tell me stories, so
I ought to get to tell one for once!"

   Theresa laughed.  "No kidding!  And I wanna hear all about it!"

   The bell rang and I smiled.  "Later.  Right now I need to go find Sam. I
want to try to talk to him before lunch."

   "Are you going to tell him?" Theresa asked.

   I smiled softly and gave her a smug look.  "Maybe."

   "You suck," she giggled and grabbed her book bag.  "So will we be seeing
you two lovebirds at lunch?"

   "Why wouldn't you?" I asked.

   "Maybe when you tell him how much you like him in a fit of passion he'll
drag you into the janitors closet," Theresa suggested.

   I laughed and pulled on my book bag.  "I somehow doubt that.  But if he
does I'll be sure to share all the details."

   "Goodie!" Theresa laughed and waved as she left the room.

   I waited for a few minutes in the classroom, letting the majority of the
student body rush by to get to the cafeteria for lunch.  Most teens would
be in a rush to eat, but I wouldn't put it past a few guys to still try and
stop me for requests, and I was too nervous and excited to see Sam to deal
with them.

   My stomach wobbled as I walked down the halls.  I was going to tell him.
I don't know why it seemed like such a giant step...I wasn't asking for
some kind of lifetime commitment...all I was doing was telling a boy I
liked him...liked him a lot...I thought he was the greatest person I'd ever
met and that I was totally drawn to him.  That wasn't such a big deal.  Was
it?  It surge did bring on some big butterflies.  But somehow I felt I
wasn't alone in those feelings, and that made my heart beat in excitement.

   I stepped out of the main building and walked toward the Gym.  I took
the back way, trying to avoid the extra students.  Monday and Tuesday Sam
had shown up late for lunch...showering after class probably made him a bit
late.  I would probably catch him before he left.

   "Hey, wait up a minute!"

   I turned around and felt a cold fist tighten around my belly as Brett
Wilson came walking rapidly toward me from the main building.  I turned and
started walking slowly down the sidewalk toward the Gym building, trying to
pretend I didn't even care that he was there.

   "I said wait!" he drew up even with me and grabbed at my arm, pulling me
around so that I faced him.

   "That hurts," I said softly.

   Brett didn't let go of my arm.  "Why don't you like me?" He asked
bluntly.  His eyes were going up and down my body openly and I felt a
shudder...but where I had recently had a little shudder of pleasure at
being seen and admired; now I shuddered in revulsion...and fear.

   "I don't," I lied.  I felt very vulnerable, and the last thing I wanted
was to make him mad.

   "If you don't hate me then let me make a request."

   "What?" I tried to keep my voice steady.

   "I wanna fuck you," he said lecherously.

   I started to shake.  "That's not a reasonable request," I said softly.

   "A request is a request!" Brett snarled.  His grip tightened on my arm.

   "You're hurting me!" I grimaced.

   "Tough shit!  It's a fucking request, so you have to fucking do it!"

   "No!" I shrieked, and tried to pull away.  His grip was like iron on my
arm and I couldn't get my arm free.  He jerked me to him, snarling down at
me.

   "I heard about what you did with that limp dick Peterson.  Word's out
you sucked his cock.  If that ass wipe is good enough for you to blow then
I sure as hell oughta be good enough to fuck!" He was starting to snarl and
squeeze tighter and tighter on my arm.

   "Stop it!  You're hurting me!  This is rape!" I screamed.  I thrashed
and kicked, trying to get away from him.  He'd lost his mind.  How could he
be stupid enough to try this in the middle of school grounds?  But he was,
and I knew he was serious as his other hand reached down to grab and fondle
at my breast.  This wasn't like the touch I had been getting this last
three days.  This was forceful and harsh.  The fingers dug into my skin and
squeezed too tightly, pinching the delicate flesh.  I tried to pull away as
his other hand began to reach between my legs.  I did the only thing I
could think to do, and socked him across the face.

   Brett looked at me with a measure of surprise, then grit his teeth and
hauled me toward the nearest building.  He pushed me against the wall hard
enough to force the wind out of me.  I was lucky my head didn't slack
against the brick.  Brett started mauling my breast again.

   "This is your fault, cocktease," he growled.

   A small sob escaped me as I tried to push him away in vain.  He was just
too big.  I grit my teeth as his palm gripped my vulva and squeezed so hard
my stomach cramped from the pain.  I tried to get him off, tried to squirm
away.  I was too panicked and I couldn't catch my breath.  I don't think I
could even muster myself to fight back.  I tried to gulp in air, but I was
too scared and deeply panicked to take air back into my already empty
lungs. The world began to tilt sickeningly before my eyes.  Everything swam
around the edges of my vision, fading to blackness.  I prayed I would be
lucky enough to slip into oblivion before Brett really started on me.

   End Chapter 5

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