Sam and Jenna: Naked in School

   Friday, Morning

   Jenna

   I woke up quite a bit early, which was probably a good thing; Dad and
Karla had told us to be discreet, so it would probably be best for me to be
up and out of Sam's room before everyone was up and about.  A glance at the
clock told me it would be almost an hour before anyone was up and about.  I
hadn't gotten my usual full eight hours by any means, but I felt oddly well
rested and alert as I came awake.

   One of Sam's arms was laced behind my neck and draped over my shoulder.
I lay snuggly curled against his side.  He was warm and firm against me,
and I felt an instant rush of happiness at finding myself in this situation
upon waking.  I don't know what it was exactly, but I felt a sense of
rightness and contentment that made my heart flutter; I could have laid
there at his side for the rest of the day and been immensely pleased by the
simple inactivity of it all.

   I glanced up and let my eyes play over his handsome sleeping face.  This
was the man I loved.  I had no doubt of that at all anymore.  Did I ever
doubt that to begin with?  It seemed as if things moved so fast, like we
were leaping from stage to stage in our relationship every day.  In less
than a week's time, I had met and fallen in love with this wonderful
boy...this wonderful man.  I had given him my heart, my body, and my
virginity.  I had seen other teens at school going through similar motions,
dating for a few days and professing sudden and overpowering love.  I'd
always thought those people were stupid and deluded, but now I found myself
in the exact same situation, certain that Sam was without a doubt the one
for me.  Maybe I had been wrong all this time about those people.  But part
of me couldn't help but think we were different, that maybe Sam and I had
something special between us.

   As I contemplated our relationship and gazed up at him, a stirring of
lust came over me.  Memories of last night, and the night before that, and
all the naughty little events peppering the week flashed through my mind. I
rubbed my thighs together slightly and found that they were already
slippery with my wetness.  Most of it was likely remaining juiciness from
last night, but I had no doubt that my pussy was seeping fresh honey as my
desire for Sam built.

   Feeling suddenly naughty and playful, I gently disengaged myself from
Sam's side, careful not to wake him.  He stirred ever so slightly as I rose
and scooted stealthily as I could down the bed.  I was less than graceful,
but Sam didn't wake.

   My face drew even with his cock, and after pulling the covers gingerly
aside I spent several moments staring at it, feeling my lust growing more
and more powerful.  Like me, Sam hadn't bothered putting underwear back on
last night.  His cock lay limp and unaroused.  Still, it looked immensely
appealing and the sight of it fanned the flame of my want.

   I ran my tongue along my lips slowly to wet them before bending my head
to his crotch.  I drew his limp penis into my mouth and gave a soft little
suckle.  His flesh was warm in my mouth.  It tasted lingeringly of sex from
last night.  The tip of my tongue traced the narrow slit in the tip before
circling outward in broad flicks to trace the contours of the pinkish cock
head.  I licked slowly, running a few laps around the crown of the head.  A
light sigh escaped me unconsciously as I nursed on my boyfriend's dick.

   It grew rapidly in the embrace of my lips.  It was amazing, feeling it
swelling so quickly and expanding to fill my mouth.  It seemed almost
unnatural to me, how flesh could more than triple its size in a matter of
moments, yet it was a delicious and erotic thing.  My sigh turned into a
barely restrained whimper, and my head began to bob on that growing shaft.
Sam's cock slid wetly in and out of my mouth, gliding through my pursed and
sucking lips as I greedily ran my tongue along every bit of swelling
surface I could.

   Sam's cock enlarged until my lips were stretched around its girth and I
struggled to take him into my throat.  I still had some problems with this,
but I was getting better the more I tried.  After two or three false starts
I managed to slide the head and an inch or two of shaft down my throat.  I
swallowed on the meaty portion tickling at my tonsils and worked my tongue
on his tasty dick.

   I loved this.  I felt wonderful, that I could do something nice for him,
that I could give him this kind of pleasure and joy.  I also loved being so
close to him, so close to his cock.  And in a very powerful way the feel of
his throbbing shaft filling my mouth and the taste of his flesh on my
tongue made my pussy quiver and seep with longing.  I decided that Sam was
going to be able to look forward to many, many mornings waking up just like
this.

   Sam began to stir to consciousness.  His hips arched before he was even
aware of what he was doing, slipping his cock deeper down my throat.  I
gagged, but refused to release him from my lips embrace, instead sucking
even more hungrily than before.  A slender trail of saliva leaked from one
corner of my lips and ran down my chin.

   "Fuck," Sam groaned, his voice wobbling, though from pleasure or
sleepiness I wasn't quite sure.  Either way, after a moment his hands slid
down to run through my hair in comforting caresses.  Encouraged, I bobbed
my head up and down on his prick with even more eagerness.  My tongue went
into overdrive and swept all around him inside the confines of my mouth,
trying to massage his throbbing pole as well as I could.  I gagged again as
my throat constricted around the portion buried inside.

   "Jenna...God, your mouth feels so good...oh man..." Sam's words were
almost incoherent.  I giggled softly; he was so cute.  But soon I was
distracted by the feeling of his cock filling my mouth so wonderfully.  I
pressed the flat of my tongue along his dick and dragged it up and down as
I took him down my throat in deep, lengthy stroking motions.

   "Jenna," Sam groaned, gently putting his hand on my shoulder.  "We
really ought to get you out of here before everyone's awake."

   I glanced up at him, barely able to see him in the dim lightly only now
filtering through the window.  I arched a brow and slid his cock free of my
slurping grasp.  "Are you saying you don't want a blowjob, Mister?"

   "No," Sam smirked.  His hand slid down to caress my cheek.  "I'm
saying...well...you need a shower...and I need a shower..."

   I understood loud and clear and gave an eager nod.  I bent to place one
last, wet kiss on his cock before hopping out of bed.  I grabbed my night
shirt and smiled back at him.  "I'm gonna go find some clothes to wear when
we get out," I said with a smile.

   Sam stood up, his erection wagging prominently in front of him.  I
giggled happily at that.

   "Why?  You're just going to have to strip in a few hours anyway," he
pointed out with a smirk.

   "Hush," I scolded and quietly eased the stairs of the basement down. 
Sam took the opportunity to smack my ass.  I barely suppressed a shriek and
glared back at him playfully.  He grinned widely and raised his eyebrows at
me, then began gathering some clothes.

   I gingerly went down the stairs leading up into Sam's new room.  I
realized, somewhat belatedly, that I was wandering down to my room
completely naked.  Well, if someone was awake it wouldn't be the first time
this week I'd be seen naked by people who had no business seeing my
goodies. As quickly and quietly as I could I hurried to my room.  Lily
wound around my ankles as I stepped in, almost tripping me.  I glared at
her, but reached down to stroke her back affectionately as she jumped onto
my bed.  I went to my dresser and rustled through it for a moment to grab a
few things.  I left the door cracked slightly so my kitty wouldn't be
trapped inside (through she deserved it, the evil thing).

   I walked into the bathroom and set my clothes down on the counter beside
Sam's.  The shower was already running and Sam was inside.  I shut the door
quietly behind me and locked it just in case one of the kiddies woke up
early.  The prospect made me a bit nervous, but it was very unlikely; all
my siblings usually had to be dragged out of bed by Karla, especially the
boys.  I wished, not for the first time, that I had my own private
bathroom.

   I could barely see Sam in the shower stall; the glass doors' surface was
warped for privacy, and the steamy smudges from the hot water further
obscured him.  I did my best to sneak up to the shower.

   "Going to join me?" Sam asked.  I could hear a smirk in his voice.

   "You suck," I pouted good-naturedly and hopped into the shower with him.
I shied away from the hot water and let myself adjusted to it before
stepping fully under the stream.  I soaked my hair.

   "As I recall," he chuckled quietly, "You were the one doing the sucking
this morning."

   I turned to face him and put my arms around his neck, looking down ever
so slightly to meet his eyes.  "Complaining?"

   "Does it sound like I'm complaining?" Sam smiled.  His hands glided
across my back in slow circles.  The heat of the water and his massaging
fingers on my slippery back were a wonderfully soothing combination.

   I melted into his touch, giving a soft sigh as I relaxed into him.  I
could feel his body so close and warm, the tight, firm bulge of his muscled
biceps around my sides.

   "This is nice," I murmured.  We both kept our words soft, attempting to
be discreet.

   Sam grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash me, rubbing soap into my
back before circling around to my front and working it into my belly.  I
tried not to giggle at the tickling sensation.

   "Seem familiar?" he grinned.

   "Huh?  Oh," I smiled, recalling my showering exploits over the last few
days.  "Yes...but I think I like this better."

   "Uh-huh, suuure," Sam grinned.  "You mean to tell me you prefer just me
rubbing on you instead of having a whole locker room full of guys massaging
all over you while they wash you?"

   "Yes," I nodded.  I gripped his half swollen cock as I gazed into his
face, a mix of affection and lust swimming through me.  "And I prefer this,
too."

   Sam groaned softly and his dick fattened in my hand.  I smiled happily
and gave it a firm squeeze.

   "You need a warm-up?" Sam asked softly as his hands rose to cup my
breasts.  I arched them into his hand, gasping softly at his touch.  My
boobs sent a tremor of pleasure through me that made me hungrier than ever
for him.

   "No," I said, already breathing more heavily.  "I'm good.  Plus we don't
have a lot of time.  Just fuck me, Sam."

   Sam smiled and bent down to kiss me softly.  Then his hands gripped my
arms and spun me quickly.  I suppressed a squeak of surprise as he pushed
me forward.  I was surprised at his aggression but also pleased.  I took
the hint and bent forward, pressing my hands to the shower wall.  Sam's
hands were on my ass, squeezing and fondling my round cheeks with his
strong hands.  This drew a groan of approval from me and I pressed my butt
into his wonderfully massaging hands.  My legs spread of their own accord
and I stood in a wide, braced position.

   I gave a loud gasp as Sam's dick slid between my thighs and rubbed along
my pussy.  The engorged head spread my folds and dipped along the wet,
sticky flesh between my labia.  I pressed my hips back toward him, making
his cock slide along my gash even more.  I shivered and my knees wobbled
weakly for an instant before I locked them firmly.

   For several moments Sam slid his dick along my pussy, teasing me before
finally moving up slightly and thrusting into my hole.  I bit my lip to
suppress the cry I felt rising to my lips, which instead came out as a
barely audible moan.  Sam's room up in the attic may have had good enough
soundproofing to allow me to be vocal, but the bathroom certainly didn't. I
suddenly perceived that keeping quiet the cries of pleasure Sam's cock tore
from me was going to be the hardest part of this encounter.

   Sam was rough and energetic that morning; his cock thrust deep into me,
slamming into my core quickly and deeply as I stood bent over and braced
against the wall.  I happily took his penetrating treatment, throwing my
hips back eagerly to get his dick to sink ever deeper.  My juicy ass pushed
into his crotch, making a wet smack.  My pussy quivered in delight each
time it was stuffed with my man's meat.  I reveled in the feeling as I
struggled to keep my cries silent.  My breasts jiggled and swished back and
forth with his deep, hard thrusts.

   Sam gripped my hips, squeezing and holding tightly to my slippery wet
skin.  The hot water sprayed down on both of us, drenching us as we coupled
desperately.  His cock was heaven, a throbbing length of pure pleasure
piercing into my body and sending ever nerve in my body into an orgiastic
frenzy of ecstasy.

   My hands almost slipped momentarily from the wall.  I quickly replaced
them as I braced myself firmly to take every delicious thrust he gave me. I
was shaking now from the sheer pleasure of receiving him into my body. 
Sam's cock felt huge, even larger than it actually was, as if I was being
stretched beyond comprehension every time he filled me.  My hips gyrated
into his, my ass bouncing in his lap as I did my best to show him how very
eager I was to receive his fucking.

   Cock meat throbbed and pulsed in the grip of my starved, soaked cunt. 
Sam's hands squeezed and fondled me, rising up to reach around my body and
pull at my quivering, fleshy bosom.  He found my nipples and tortured them
wonderfully with his fingers, tweaking and squeezing and pinching in such a
way that made my body explode in rapture.  I whimpered, struggling to
contain a noisy outburst of pleasure as I launched into a short but intense
orgasm that left spots in front of my eyes.

   "Oh God," I moaned quietly.  I bit my lip to stifle my approving moans
as he continued to use my pussy for both of our pleasure.

   "Shit," Sam whispered, his hands slipping down to grip my hips once
more. His cock plowed into my sopping tunnel all the harder.  It felt as if
he were piercing into my belly, deep, deep inside me.  My pussy clung to
him, tight and slick for his cock's pleasure.

   I tossed my head back as Sam plugged my yearning pussy over and over. 
My hair was heavy with wetness and slapped moistly against Sam's chest. 
Our bodies slipped and slid together in wet harmony.  My juices mingled
with the water dripping down onto the shower floor as we coupled
passionately.

   His hands moved to my ass, squeezing and fondling at my buttocks again
as his dick hammered into my cunt.  I gave another whimper and pressed my
ass back even more, arching my back in what I hoped was a sensual and
erotic display.  Sam seemed to approve, as his fingers kneaded at my cheeks
firmly, squeezing at the firm round flesh and massaging deeply.  His cock
pounded into me from behind, penetrating to the root of his throbbing
length.  The blood filled head mashed along a particularly wonderful spot
deep inside me and made my body jerk in ecstasy.

   "Fuck, you feel so good, so tight," Sam said, his voice barely audible
over the flow of the shower.  It was difficult for both of us to keep quiet
as our pleasure built.  His cock jerked inside me as his deep thrusts
threatened to push me forward into the wall.

   "Yes, Sam, fuck me!" I hissed just loud enough for him to hear.  I threw
my hips back to meet his.  He bent forward slightly over me, one hand
holding me steady by my right hip as his other snaked around my front and
between my splayed thighs.  I writhed as his fingers slid between my damp
folds to rapidly finger my clit.

   It was all I could do to keep myself silent as the mixed sensation of
clitoral manipulation and his thrusting member drove me into an explosive
orgasm.  My legs quivered and if not for Sam shifting to give me some
support, I probably would've collapsed.  My flesh convulsed in violent,
rhythmic throbs, as if all my muscles were contracting to some delicious,
primal beat.  My pussy clamped onto Sam's still thrusting cock, milking at
him with a desperate hunger and passion that I was no longer in control of.

   "Sam, Sam....oh Goddd..." I whimpered.  At least I didn't have to worry
so much about being too loud now; as the force of my orgasm climbed it
practically choked off my words, it was so gloriously sharp and
overpowering.

   "Fuck!" Sam grunted quietly.  My orgasm had been slowly petering out,
but hearing his words and feeling his cock delving into the deepest core of
my body, twitching and spasming as his hips jerked forward, sparked a whole
new chain of pleasure.

   "Yesss!" I hissed.  "Fill me, Sam!  Oh yes, fill me, fill me with cum!"
I felt a distinct roiling in my belly, spreading through my limbs in
powerful convulsions as Sam's thick jizz spurted into me.  It exploded
forth, spattering me full of sticky, gooey warmth.  My orgasmic convulsions
made my cunt grip Sam's throbbing member like a vice, drawing all the
creamy spunk out of his twitching shaft and deep into my body.

   Sam let out a heavy sigh and sank forward onto me.  Unfortunately, my
orgasm had left me weak, and my knees went out.

   "Crap!" Sam muttered and quickly grabbed me before I went down to the
floor.  He helped me stand.  I shook for several moments.

   "You okay?" he asked as he pulled me into his arms.  I rubbed my wet
face against his equally wet chest and shuddered.

   "More than okay, Sam...can we start every morning off like that?"

   Sam chuckled and brushed a thick tangle of soggy hair from my face.  "We
can certainly try.  Though I think it may be a better idea to do it up in
my room.  We're going to get caught if we try this shower thing too often."

   I smiled at him and we kissed, a simple, soft kiss that lingered for
several long moments.  His hands caressed my back.  I basked in his
attention.

   "We'd better hurry," I said as we finally made a little space between
us. "We don't want to go running out after everyone is already awake."

   The air outside the shower stall was a stinging slap to my flushed skin.
I quickly toweled myself dry as Sam did the same.

   "That was something else," he smiled at me as he ran his towel through
his gently curling copper hair.

   "Yeah.  Good thing you didn't take as long as last night." I patted my
breasts dry and wiped the moisture from my sides and down my thighs.

   "Are you saying I have staying power issues?" Sam smirked, his brow
arched.

   "I'm saying it's a good thing you didn't take forever and cause us to
get walked in on when my siblings need to use the bathroom."

   "Suuure," Sam grinned.

   "Get dressed, goofball," I teased.  He pinched my ass.  I glared at him
extra hard since I couldn't scold him with any real volume.

   When I'd gathered my clothes earlier I'd had the odd compulsion to wear
something really naughty to school.  It was, after all, our last real day
in the Program, weekend or not, and I guess I kind of felt like doing
something fun.  Plus, I had been ragingly horny from sucking Sam for those
few minutes...but that's not the point.

   The problem was, I didn't really have anything particularly `naughty' to
wear...nothing beyond a very few risqué thongs and bra's, anyway.  Maybe I
would have to change that...

   So in the end I went with a semi-naughty look.  I wore one of my pushup
bras, the light blue one.  It greatly accentuated my cleavage, pushing my
breasts inward and raising them up perkily so that they squished up against
each other.  I wore a matching blue thong, which also happened to be one of
the smallest, most exposing pieces of underwear I had.  The straps were
thin and tiny, almost like a g-string, but not quite small enough.  I had
bought it a few months ago on a random whim, thinking I'd never, ever wear
it...but now I was glad I had.

   My outer-wear was more conservative, but still a bit racy.  It was if
nothing else flattering to my figure.  My top was a very faint pink with
short sleeves.  The neckline wasn't low or exposing (my dad wouldn't have
let me out of the house if it was) but with the bra I was wearing the shirt
nicely hugged my breasts, showing their round shape.  The shirt bared just
a bit of midriff, starting just above my navel.  This was one of the
reasons I hardly ever wore this shirt; I still didn't like the slight
rounding of my belly.  But I'd come to realize it wasn't nearly as bad as I
made it out to be.  Besides, pretty much the entire school had seen my
midriff, and then some, so there was no real point in modesty.

   A pair of jean shorts completed the outfit.  I didn't go for the `jean
shorts' look often, but every girl had to have some daisy dukes, right?  I
wore mine, feeling more comfortable in them than I think I ever had.  They
weren't too outrageously short; they actually ended at mid-thigh, as
opposed to the hip-height ones girls at school frequently wore.  All in
all, my outfit wasn't scandalously sexual, but it was still one of the
boldest thing I'd ever worn out into public, so I was quite proud of it.

   I kissed Sam on the cheek and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him to
shave and brush his teeth and all that.  I walked downstairs and into the
kitchen.  No one was up just yet, so I put a pot of coffee on for Dad and
Karla and began to pull eggs and other breakfast stuff out of the fridge.

   "Boo," Sam said into my ear, nearly making me smash the egg in my hand.

   "If you don't stop that, I swear," I hissed.

   "You swear what?" Sam grinned.

   "I swear I won't make you any food and you'll be forced to watch
everyone else eat," I returned as I glanced at him.

   Sam's face looked almost panicked.  I couldn't help smile at him as I
cracked the egg open on the frying pan rim.  "Get me some cheese from the
fridge.  It's in the bottom drawer, probably buried under a bunch of other
crap."

   I stirred the eggs and turned to look at my boyfriend.  He was wearing
simple, dark jeans.  They looked like they were probably a tad long for his
legs, judging by the way they were bunched slightly at his ankles.  They
fit neither loosely nor tightly, which seemed right for him.  His shirt was
a deep navy blue, and it fit nicely about his shoulders and biceps, drawing
attention to his muscle.  Well, drawing my attention to them, anyway.  I
stared at him for a moment and smiled, enjoying the simple act of watching
him and appreciating his form.  The boy looked good in blue, there was no
doubt about that...

   "Your cheese, Madame," he smirked as he handed the bag to me.

   "Thank you," I smile.  I took the cheese from him and leaned over to
kiss his cheek.  I arched a brow as I pulled away.

   "You don't shave well," I commented.

   "I can never seem to get rid of that last little bit of stubble," he
shrugged.

   "What's the point in shaving then?" I asked.  "That's all you really had
to begin with."

   "I shave because that's what men do," he replied, and poked me in the
ribs.

   "If you tickle me I'm going to ruin the food," I protested, slapping his
hand with the spatula.

   "Can't have that," he chuckled.  "What else can I help with?"

   I turned my eyes to him and tilted my head slightly.  "You can cook?"

   "I can help," he clarified.

   "Get the sausage from the fridge," I said as I returned to the eggs.

   Between the two of us we had a nice breakfast ready by the time my
family started coming downstairs.

   Karla was sipping her coffee and talking to Sam as he helped me set the
table.  The twins were already seated, and Theo had his school things on
the kitchen counter so he could rearrange his bookbag.  He must have been
in a good mood, because I only had to tell him he was in the way three
times before he moved to the other corner of the kitchen.  He didn't smart
off or anything.  Tony was finishing getting ready, and Dad was taking a
shower still, as far as I could tell.

   Edd came stumbling into the kitchen, still in his PJ's, with his hair
sticking up.  Again.  Having made his usual morning appearance, Karla
yelled at him to get dressed, and shooed him off.  He muttered and stumbled
up the stairs.

   "I'm sensing a pattern here," Sam chuckled.

   "No, really?" Jessica called from the table.  Ashley giggled.

   "They get it from me," I grinned.

   "Obviously," Sam muttered in a playfully grumpy tone.

   "I smell sausage," Tony stated as he strolled into the kitchen.

   "Get the orange juice out of the fridge, astute one," I ordered.

   "I smell sausage," Dad stated as he threw his paper onto the table and
plopped into his chair.  I glanced at Sam and rolled my eyes.

   "So, this is the big day, huh?" Karla smiled at us.

   "Big day for what?" I asked.  I knew what she meant, but I hoped being
difficult would take some of the glee out of her.

   "Your last day in the Program, right?" Karla clarified, undaunted.

   Dad harrumphed and forcefully opened his paper.

   "Yeah," I nodded.

   "Kinda," Sam said with a wince.

   "Kinda?" Karla asked with an arched brow.  I gave him an equally
questioning look.

   "Tournament.  Tomorrow.  School sponsored event," Sam groaned.

   "Oh yeah," I murmured.  I'd forgotten about that entirely.

   "I'm still confused over here," Karla complained.

   "What tournament?" Dad asked, glancing up from his paper.  I took it as
a good sign that he was even a little interested.

   Sam explained about his Tournament tomorrow as we all sat down at the
table and started eating.

   "So you're going to have to fight...naked?" Karla asked.

   "Looks that way," Sam sighed.

   "How many people are gonna be there?" Theo asked.

   Sam shrugged.  "I dunno.  There could be a dozen or two...there could be
hundreds.  It tends to fluctuate a lot, depending on which schools are
there."

   "There'll be more than two schools?" I asked.

   "Yeah," Sam nodded.  "Since not a lot of schools have a martial arts
curriculum, and those that do don't have tons and tons of students in them,
it's easier just to have a few of these tournaments a year and to have all
the participating schools in the region come and compete."

   "And this is going to be what...full contact?" Dad glanced over the rim
of his coffee cup questioningly.

   "Not really," Sam replied.  "It's...controlled.  We're not allowed to go
out there and murder each other or anything.  But it's not a point-fighting
system in the traditional sense, and the only pads we wear are gloves and
cups."

   "How do you win?" Tony asked.

   "Do you knock each other out?" Edd asked with far too much fascination.

   Sam chuckled.  "People have gotten knocked out before...but that's not
what we're trying to do.  Basically the two fighters are monitored by a
referee who keeps a tally of points.  You get points by successfully
striking, countering, or getting a takedown."

   "Do you fight on the ground?" Karla asked.

   "No, if you take someone down you separate and stand back up," Sam
explained.

   "The fighters go for a five minute round, and whoever has the most
points at the end of it wins."

   "How's that not point fighting?" I asked.

   "Like I said, it's not traditional point fighting," he replied, "Most
`point fights' involve getting a hit which will count for a `point' and
then disengaging.  In this tournament, we only disengage if there's a
takedown or someone gets hurt or gives up.  In point fighting the match
also stops once someone gets a certain number of points, usually four or
five.  In this competition it's to five minutes.

   "Sounds stupid," Theo commented.

   Sam smirked.  "It kinda is, I guess.  I think this system is awkward,
but that's what they're doing right now."

   We continued to eat and talk at a relaxed pace for about thirty more
minutes.  Dad and Karla asked Sam little questions about himself; what he
wanted to do with his life, if he planned on going to college, what his
thoughts on his situation were...general nosy parental questions.  Though
it was somewhat annoying, it at least gave me a chance to find out more
about Sam, without having to ask him myself.

   "I don't have any plans completely set in stone," Sam said.  "I think
it's best to be flexible and not put all your eggs in one basket.  But I
have some ideas."

   "Idea's are a good starting point, at least," Karla commented.  "What
are some of your ideas?"

   "I think I'd most like to be a nurse, actually," Sam stated.

   My brothers gave him funny looks.

   "A nurse?" Dad asked skeptically.

   "An RN or an LPN?" Karla asked.

   "RN, if I have any choice in the matter," Sam replied.

   "Aren't nurses girls?" Edd asked.  Theo snorted and smirked like an ass.

   "Not all nurses," I told him with a smile.  "When Mommy had you her
nurse was a man."

   "A pretty good one, too," Karla nodded.

   "Why do you want to be a nurse?" Dad asked.

   Sam shrugged slightly and smiled.  "There are a lot of reasons, really.
For one, it's a financially secure job...you make good money, and there's
been a huge demand for nurses for years.  Plus, I mean...I want to help
people, you know?  I think I'd really like doing what I can to ease other's
pain and make them as comfortable and well as I can.  It seems like a good
thing to do with my life."

   "It sounds like you've given it a lot of thought," Karla commented with
an approving smile.  "So what's stopping you from going for that?"

   "Money," Sam sighed.  "My family doesn't have the money to send me to
college."

   "There are ways to get into college without paying for all of it," Dad
added.

   "I know," Sam nodded, taking a sip of orange juice.  "I'm hoping to get
a scholarship."

   "What kind?" I asked.

   "There are a lot I'm looking at," he replied.  "I may try for some of
the essay scholarships my old English teacher told me about.  Plus I have a
pretty good GPA, so that may help.  And I know there are some scholarships
out there for students in martial art and athletic programs."

   "It sounds like you've things more planned out than you let on," Karla
smiled.

   "You said you have a few ideas," Dad spoke.  "What else are you thinking
about doing?"

   "Oh, there are a lot of things I think I could do," said Sam.  "I think
I could work in business...maybe as a salesman or in market research.  I'm
no economist, but I could probably figure basic business out well enough to
get into the corporate world.  And if nothing else, I could get an English
degree easily enough.  I could probably pursue something in journalism. 
Who knows?"

   "Well, I'm glad you've got plans.  You seem more aspirations than Jenna,
at least," Karla said, glancing at me teasingly.

   "I have aspirations," I protested.

   "You don't want to do anything for a living," Dad complained.

   "I do too!" I exclaimed at him, "I'll be a Mommy for a living."

   Sam gave me a strange, questioning look.

   "Look, just because I would make a better Mom than an employee doesn't
make me weird."

   "No one said you were weird," Karla said, "We just wish you'd think
about better ways of supporting and taking care of yourself."

   "You're one to talk," I muttered.

   "But Jenna would make a good Mommy," Jessica pointed out.

   "And she's good at taking care of houses and stuff like that," Ashley
added.

   "Now you're making me sound like a maid," I said, rolling my eyes.

   Dad glanced at his watch and pushed himself away from the table.  "Time
for me to get to work."

   "Don't blow anything up," Theo advised.

   "Yeah, like the state," Tony added with a grin.

   Dad gave both of them a completely ineffective glare.

   Sam and Karla helped me carry the dishes to the sink as the kids
finished getting their school things together.  By the time Edd found his
shoes they were running late and Karla ushered everyone out the door with a
healthy scolding for their scattered behavior.

   "Jenna, where's your phone?" Sam asked.

   "On the kitchen wall, by the corner," I said, nodding toward it.

   "Thanks," he smiled.

   I put the silverware into the dishwasher and glanced at him.  "Who are
you calling?"

   "My Dad," Sam replied.  He grabbed the phone and started dialing.  I let
him have some peace and rinsed one of the plates.

   "Hey Dad," Sam said a moment later.  "I'm all right.  Yeah, they're
taking good care of me.

   "Yes, she's good," Sam said, glancing at me with a soft smile.  I nodded
and continued distractedly rinsing dishes and putting them into the
dishwasher.

   "I don't know, Dad...I still feel kind of weird about it.  I...what? 
She...she did?  Shit, are you serious?  Are you okay?"

   I glanced up; Sam's eyes were wide and he was gripping the phone cord
with one fist.  After a moment the tense set of his shoulders relaxed a
bit. "Still.  I don't know.  I'm just...I guess I just feel like I still
need to be removed from the situation for awhile, you know?  The whole
thing...I'm still not very comfortable.  And she could come back and start
more trouble.  I don't want any part of that."

   I finished the dishes and walked to where our book bags were.  I put
both of them on the table and started to go through mine to organize it.  I
tried not to listen in on the conversation, but it was almost impossible
not to.

   "What are you going to do now?" Sam asked, then paused for several
moments.  "I think the most important thing to do is to get her hands out
of your pockets, don't you?  No Dad, that won't work.  I know.  I know you
want to wash your hands of it; so do I.  But if you do that then we're just
going to be even worse off than we are now; we'll be penniless.  How are we
going to deal with that?"

   Penniless?  What was going on?  I burned to ask, but I knew not only was
this not the time, but he may not even want to talk to me about it.  I
still wasn't entirely sure what things he considered to be open between the
two of us, and what was private.

   "Listen, Dad.  Get this thing sorted out first, okay?  Don't worry about
me; I'm not ready to come back yet either way.  No Dad, it's not that, I'm
just...not ready, okay?  I need time.  Can you understand what I mean? 
Right.  I'll be fine here for awhile.  Worry about getting this mess
straightened out, then worry about getting the divorce."

   I felt both alarm and excitement hearing that; I personally felt that
divorce was a bad thing, that a lot of people used it as an easy way out.
It was a sad thing that people couldn't hold their marriages together.  But
in the case of Sam's parents, especially with his Mom being the way she
was, it made me feel glad that she may be leaving his life soon.

   "Good.  Look, we'll figure this out, okay?" Sam spoke a moment later. 
"I love you too, Dad.  Do you have to work late tonight?  No?  Okay.  Maybe
we can meet for awhile?  Yeah, that sounds good.  Uh, hang on just a sec,
okay?"

   Sam turned and held his hand over the phone.  "Jenna, do you think you'd
like to have dinner with my Dad and me?"

   I swallowed, feeling suddenly nervous.  I nodded.  "Yeah, I would."

   "Yeah, she said okay," Sam spoke into the phone.  "Around six,
six-thirty?  Okay.  We'll be there.  Bye."

   He hung the phone up and let out a heavy sigh, then walked to the table
beside me.  He kissed my forehead and I handed him his book bag.

   "We'd better get going, we're gonna be late," Sam said, glancing at the
kitchen clock.

   "Yeah," I nodded, grabbing my book bag and hurrying out the door.

   Sam

   "You okay?" Jenna asked as we pulled out the drive.

   "Yeah," I nodded.

   I wasn't entirely sure I was.  I wasn't a mess, but I wasn't feeling
like sunshine and roses, either.  I'd pretty much come to terms with what
was going on with my Mom...but I was suddenly feeling conflicted about my
Dad.  I hadn't really expected that.  My Dad had always seemed like my
support, my lifeline through all the bad times and the only one who cared
about me.  And he had been, I'll never deny that.  But he could have made
things better, couldn't he?  He could have kicked my mom out, stopped her
from abusing me.  From abusing both of us.  I still loved my father...but I
was starting to come to the realization that, though he was a victim like
me, he also wasn't entirely guiltless in all this.

   I reached over and patted Jenna's leg.  "Thanks for letting me use the
phone."

   "No problem."

   A short silence followed; I could tell she wanted to ask me about what
happened over the phone but didn't feel like she could.

   "My Mom really freaked over me leaving," I told her at last, "I think
she saw it as an excuse to blow up, and left the house.  And my Dad just
found out that she opened up a bunch of credit cards a few months back
under his credit line and started charging them way way up.  Dad just wants
to divorce her and kick her out so I can move back home, nevermind the
whole money thing."

   "That doesn't sound like a good idea," Jenna said softly.  "She could
really put him into a lot of financial trouble if he doesn't stop her."

   "I know," I nodded.  "That's what I told him.  I think he's more worried
about me than anything, but he agreed he'd focus on that first.  I'm not
ready to go home, anyway."

   Jenna's hand settled on mine, though she was smart enough to keep her
eyes on the road.

   "You can stay with us as long as you need to," she told me.

   "Thanks," I sighed.  "I appreciate it hon.  I'm glad, too.  I think even
after my Mom moves out, there may still be some discomfort.  I'm not sure I
even want to be in that place after what's happened.  And aside from
that...I dunno.  There's some awkwardness between my Dad and me.  He...I
still love him, but he still let all this happen for way too long, you
know?"

   "I know," Jenna assured me.

   We pulled into student parking and Jenna fumbled around for a minute
till she found her parking tag and hung it on the mirror.  I grabbed both
our book bags and shouldered them as we climbed out of the car, then held
my hand out to her.

   "So chivalrous," Jenna teased as she took my hand.  I felt grateful that
she was trying to lighten the mood between us.  I squeezed her hand gentle,
earning a smile.  It felt so nice just to have her hand in mine.  It was a
simple comfort, but an enormous one.

   "Hey, I try," I smirked.  "And you look great, by the way.  Very sexy."

   Jenna blushed softly.  "Thank you.  You're not looking too bad
yourself." She broke into a wide grin and raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"But then, you look better without pants on."

   "I think that can be accommodated in a minute here," I laughed.

   "You're late!" Theresa greeted as we walked up to the front of the
school.  She was right; the majority of the Program students had already
stripped and put their clothes into their boxes.

   "We were starting to think you two were staying home today," Andrew
grinned.  All of our friends were gathered together.

   "Yeah, staying home and shagging, maybe," Mikey grinned.

   I gave him a weird look.  "Shagging?"

   "I couldn't think of another term that wasn't just unnecessarily nasty,"
Mikey shrugged.

   "Shagging?" I repeated pointedly.

   "The three of you have been naked all week and you're worried about
etiquette?" Derek asked.

   "I gave up on etiquette after Tuesday during my week," Theresa added.

   "And you never took it back," Jenna teased.

   "Ba-dum-dum chhh," Derek grinned.

   Theresa glared at Derek before turning to stick her tongue out at Jenna.

   "You'd better get undressed and all that.  Homeroom's going to start in
a sec," Amelia reminded us.

   "Shit," I swore.  Jenna grinned and tugged on my hand, and we ran to the
front doors.

   The usual crowd was already dispersing as we approached the doors.  I
smiled at Jenna as I eyed her up and down.  It was obvious she was trying
to spice up her appearance, wearing clothes more risqué than she had the
last few days, but she still looked tasteful and avoided going too far with
her choice of clothing.  Her shorts showed off her long, lusciously shaped
legs and hugged at the swell of her hips and butt.  Her shirt cupped the
orbs of her breasts and showed a tantalizing glimpse of the long line of
her cleavage.  Her big, heavy breasts were perkily lifted by whatever bra
she was wearing.  Coupled with her long, rich chocolate hair which she'd
left down and flowing and the soft, almost mischievous smile she gave me,
my cock was growing in my pants at an alarming rate.  It seemed I was going
to come out with a hard-on today.

   We stepped together and embraced.  I ran my hands up her side, smiling
at her as I caressed her.  A moment later I grabbed her shirt and raised it
up, exposing her bra encased breasts to my (and everyone else's) view.

   "I like this bra," I said as she lifted her arms and allowed me to peel
the shirt off her perfect torso.

   "You're moving awful fast," she commented as I put her shirt in her
clothing box and reached behind her to undo her bra.

   "I have plans and limited time," I explained.  I undid her bra clasp
with a flick of my fingers.

   "Damn you're good at that," she grinned.  I winked at her as her bra
fell away and I dropped it too into the box.  I couldn't resist squeezing
her breasts as they jiggled and bounced free.  Jenna grabbed my shirt and
tugged it over my head.

   "Hurry," I urged.  I unbuttoned her shorts as she undid my pants.  I
think she sensed my rushed excitement; her face was slightly flushed and
her breathing had quickened.

   I feasted my eyes upon Jenna's sexy thong panties while I stepped out of
my pants.  The front had such a low scoop that it barely covered the very
top of her slit, and the corners of her pubic mound bulged around it.  The
material had wedged into her pussy, letting the smooth outer labia wrap
around the outside of it.  It put her cunt on obscene display in a way that
was massively turning me on.  What little crowd was left hooted and
hollered at the spectacle we were making.  The guys, especially, wore huge
grins as Jenna's generous curves came into view.

   Jenna pulled my boxers down, freeing my swollen cock.  Several girls in
the `audience' seemed to approve.  As Jenna reached down to run her hand up
and down the length of my dick I peeled down her thong.  I fondled and
squeezed her buttocks with one hand and slid the other between her thighs.
I squeezed and lightly tugged on the plump pussy mound I found there,
working the pliant, soft flesh between my fingers.

   "Go sit on the top step," I told her.  She did as I asked without
hesitation.  In the back of my mind I was happy that she trusted me so
much.

   I went down several steps below her then faced her, leaned forward, and
lowered my head between her thighs.  Jenna quickly got the picture and
spread her legs wide.

   With little time left before first bell, I dove in.  My tongue lashed up
and down the length of her puffy hairless folds, lapping at the surface
moisture before sliding deeper into her sticky pink flesh.

   Jenna gave a soft squeal.  She snaked shaky hands to the back of my
head. I slurped aggressively on her plump pussy, lapping firmly at her
flowing juices as I tugged at her folds with my lips.  I caressed her
thighs for a moment before reaching up with one hand to spread her cunt
lips wide.  My other hand pressed a finger against her hole.  I slid it
home, eliciting a loud, lustful moan from my busty woman.  I added a second
finger and pumped the two of them in and out of her slick, clutching
passage.

   "Oh fuck Sam, that's good...so so good," Jenna trembled.  Encouraged by
her words, I found her clit with my tongue and attacked it vigorously.

   `Mmm, yes, lick me," she moaned.  The crowd cheered wildly as she began
to gyrate her hips, pushing them against my face, trying to drive her
pleasure onward.  My fingers worked in and out of her hot pulsing hole,
twisting slightly and caressing her inner walls.  I rubbed my fingertips
along the roof of her pussy and was rewarded with a convulsing hiss from my
girlfriend.

   My tongue lashed and whipped roughly along her clit, slapping at it,
flicking it, rolling it around in firm circles.  I did everything I could
think of to pleasure her, fingering her deeper and harder as her arousal
grew higher and higher.  My lips wrapped around her clit, sucking in the
pink surrounding flesh and slurping firmly at it.

   I switched on her, trying to catch her off guard and send her even
higher.  I yanked my dripping fingers out of her squeezing quim and brought
them to her clit to rub vigorously.  In the same moment I shoved my tongue
into her, ramming it up into her sopping wet pink tunnel.  My tongue
wriggled and squirmed in her, sliding along her inner walls in long heavy
licks.

   Jenna's heavy breasts bounced and quivered alluringly as she ground her
hips into my face, riding my tongue as it stabbed as deeply as possible
into her squishy hole.  My tongue drove in and out of her, fucking her
squeezing little pussy as my fingers mashed against her clit.

   After a few long moments of tongue fucking I pulled my mouth away and
thrust my fingers back into her hungry passage, making a loud squelching
sound.  My mouth found her clit again and sucked it up greedily, swirling
my tongue around it as rapidly as I could.

   "Yes!  Oh fuck yes, right there, yes!" Jenna cried in a high voice.  Her
thighs clamped in a trembling embrace around my head, muffling her erotic
words of ecstasy and cutting off the cheers and whistles of the crowd.

   Soon she was screaming, her back arching wildly as her hips bucked
against my face.  Her orgasm caused her juices to flood from her core.  The
honey leaked across my chin and filled my sucking mouth in a gush that was
just shy of a full blown squirting orgasm.

   As Jenna descended from the explosive ecstasy I gave a final, lingering
kiss on the cute little dimple at the top of her slit before standing up
and wiping the excess of juices on my palm.

   Jenna leapt to her feet, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me
deeply.  The little crowd gave an enthusiastic cheer of approval.

   "That was so good," Jenna cooed into my ear.  I smiled, hugged her
close, and told myself not to get a big head with all these compliments she
was giving me.

   First bell rang, catching pretty much everyone around by surprise.

   "Aw fuck," Derek swore and took off, racing for his homeroom across the
high school campus.

   "Oh no," Jenna groaned, looking at me.  "I was supposed to go see
Counselor Tailor before homeroom!  That's twice now I've forgotten to see
her when she told me to."

   I swore under my breath and gave her a squeeze.  "Sorry babe, that's my
fault.  I distracted you."

   Jenna patted my arm.  "Don't worry about it...we were running late
anyway.  We probably wouldn't have really gotten to talk about anything.  I
just feel bad."

   "Maybe we can swing by there during lunch?" I suggested.

   "Yeah," Jenna nodded.  "I just hope she doesn't think I'm not taking her
seriously or something."

   "We gotta go!" Theresa cried, running up the stairs and grabbing a still
somewhat distracted Jenna by the hand and dragging her into the main
building.  Jenna glanced back at me with a wide grin and waved before
disappearing through the doors.

   "Nice job," Andy said, elbowing me in the ribs.

   "I figured one good turn deserved another after yesterday morning," I
shrugged.  I shouldered my book bag, put my hands behind my head, and
walked to homeroom with a shit-eating grin on my face.

   Today was going to be a good day.



   End Chapter 9

   Wow.  It took foreeeever for me to get this chapter out.  Even longer
than normal.  I want to apologize to everyone who's been wanting to read
more for that.  This chapter took so long because I: A.  have been writing
in my other stories a lot lately and putting those chapters up.  B.  I have
been pretty thoroughly busy with a lot of studying and other real life
issues that I can't put off or ignore.  C.  I've had some writing block,
specifically with this story.  Don't get me wrong, I love my NiS story, as
much if not more than the others...but in the past month or so I just
haven't felt the writing coming for this story.

   Anyway, enough with the excuses.  I fell waaay behind with this story,
and I'm sorry for that.  I won't promise that it won't happen again,
because I don't know that it won't, and I don't want to make a liar out of
myself.  But I'm definitely going forward with this story!  I very much
appreciate the support and encouragement from my long time and new readers
alike, you guys keep me on these little tales of mine!

   One last note, as you all may have noticed this chapter didn't go up to
the lunch period as all the previous ones did.  I did this because the
chapter up to this point was already getting pretty lengthy and developed,
so I felt it could stand on its own.  Also, I wanted you hungry NiS fans to
finally get this piece of writing.
   More to come soon!  
