Sam and Jenna: Naked in School

   Thursday, Lunch

   Sam

   I helped my partner, a Senior by the name of David Thomson, off the
ground.  I had just gone through a basic front sweep with him, similar to
the one I'd used on Frank yesterday but without grabbing the leg, instead
stepping fully around both legs and knocking both of them out from under
the opponent.  I smiling encouragingly at him.  He was quite a bit taller
than me and outweighed me by a respectable amount, but he was eager to
learn and didn't have the kind of attitude most of his fellow Seniors
showed. Sensei Marcus called for the class to switch roles, and it was my
turn to be in the punished role.  He attempted to execute the step-behind
sweep and ended up almost collapsing on top of me.  He was still pretty new
to what we were doing, and I wasn't sure he'd ever done this particular
sweep before.

   We stood back up and I held a hand out.  "Don't try to push me so hard.
Step farther behind my legs so you can get better coverage on both of them
with your leg.  That's it, right.  Now see how your left hip is right
behind my left hip?  When you grab my shoulders, don't focus on the push
itself, that's just to get me going in the right direction.  Pop your hip
out when you push to force me over it, and kick my heels at the same time.
No, lower, right on my heel.  Kick out fast."

   He did as I instructed and my feet came out from under me completely.  I
slapped off on the thin mats we were working on to absorb the force from
the fall.  I grinned up at him as he helped me to my feet.  "Yeah, like
that!"

   We repositioned and did it again.  I pointed out corrections and he
caught on pretty quick.  It was a simple technique, like most of what we
did in these classes were.  One of our upper beltmen was out today, so
myself and Amelia were the only students in the class that trained at the
actual dojo Sensei Marcus ran in town; the rest of the students were just
taking this to pick some things up and earn a credit.  The class was a
pretty small one.  Most students who sign up for the class end up dropping
it because of the fairly intense training regiment.  Sensei toned things
down a bit because this was a public school program, but not by much.

   "Remember to follow me down," I told him.  "When I go to the floor keep
a grip on me so you can control my body and keep me from striking at you.
Plus this way you can grab an arm for a break if you need to, see?  Good,
like that."

   We went through it a few more times before Sensei Marcus called the
class to a halt.  We both stood and bowed, and I reached out to shake his
hand firmly.

   "You did great," I said softly.  "Keep it up, and remember that hip
pop."

   The class lined up and Sensei bowed us out.  We all headed for the
showers.

   "How was class for you?" I asked Amelia as we wandered into the girls'
locker room.

   "Okay," Amelia shrugged.  "I wish we had gotten to some more advanced
Kata though."

   I smiled and nodded.  "We'll get to some tonight, I'm sure," said.  I
pulled my cup and jock off and hung it on one of the hooks in an empty
locker.  It struck me as something of an amusing notion; a jock and cup
hanging in a girl's locker.

   "Maybe," Amelia shrugged.  "I'm actually hoping Sensei will let us do
some Kumite after class.  I need to get ready and warmed up for Saturday."

   "That would be cool," I nodded.  "I do need to get some sparring in. 
Maybe Justin will show up and he can work with me."

   "Will you work with me some?" Amelia asked.  She undid the cords keeping
her Gi top in place and removed it, folding it neatly and placing it in her
book bag.

   "Sure," I shrugged.  "I don't see why not.  As long as Sensei says it's
okay.  I imagine he will.  He knows we need the practice."

   "Thanks," Amelia smiled.  She removed her sports bra, only glancing at
me for a moment beforehand.  I tried not to stare too blatantly.  "I just
feel more comfortable working with you than Justin.  Justin is more
advanced than me, yeah, but he's not as advanced as you.  I don't feel like
I really learn a lot when I spar with him.  And Sensei Marcus is too
advanced.  He makes me feel incompetent."

   "I know," I smiled, shaking my head slowly.  "He still makes me feel
like a beginner sometimes."

   "So, how're things?" she asked.  She pulled her pants off and put them
away before pulling down her panties.  Her body glistened lightly with
sweat, so different from Jenna's but beautiful nonetheless.  I could have
definitely been interested in Amelia had Jenna not come into my life...and
if I had ever really taken the time to notice what a knockout she was.  I
still didn't understand how I hadn't seen it all this time.  Christ.  I
could be dense.

   I glanced away and tried to ignore the sight of her.  I walked quickly
into the showers.  "Good.  I'm excited about the tournament.  I'm not
excited about having to do it naked."

   "I don't blame you," Amelia grinned.  She walked into the shower stall
beside mine.

   The other few girls from class were utterly ignoring me; I think even
this late into the week I still gave them the willies or something.  I
didn't really mind; they were pretty much the only girls who had given me
the cold shoulder during my Program week, and if that was all the shunning
I had coming my way, I was getting off lucky as far as I was concerned.

   "I was more talking about you and Jenna, though," Amelia said after a
moment.

   "Oh," I muttered.  "Things are...well, perfect, really.  She's the girl
I've always wanted...she's a great person, she's smart, funny, she can put
up with me..."

   "That's an accomplishment all by itself," Amelia laughed.

   "She really makes me happy," I ignored her jab.  "I'm glad to have
finally found a girl I'm really interested in."

   "That's good," Amelia replied.  "I've been thinking you need a girl
since I met you.  You're not exactly, y'know, stable enough to survive on
your own."

   "Har, har," I muttered, smirking to myself.  I washed and let the
soothing heat of the shower relax away the sweat and tension from class. 
"You're one to talk.  You really need a boyfriend too, you know."

   "Boys suck," Amelia grumbled.

   I laughed and shook my head before getting some shampoo from the pump on
the wall and scrubbing it into my hair.  "Going for the ladies now, are
we?"

   "No, we are not, you are," Amelia clarified.  "I just don't think I'm
gonna find a guy who's my type.  Ever."

   "Is that because you don't have a type?" I asked.

   "No, it's because all types are scared of me," Amelia replied.  I sensed
bitterness and frustration in her voice.  This was somewhat new; Andy and I
had always joked with her that boys were afraid of her, but I'd never
really thought she took it to heart.  I felt a little guilty.

   "Aww come on, Amelia," I said as I turned the shower nozel off.  "I'm
sure you could find a good guy if you tried.  I dunno, Derik maybe?"

   Amelia snorted.  "Even if he wasn't afraid of me -which he is, trust me-
he's not my type anyway.  And I may want to find a guy, but I'm not gonna
settle for someone who wouldn't work for me."

   "What about Andy?" I suggested half-heartedly.

   "No," Amelia said simply, and that was the end of that.  Which was good,
because I hadn't been serious anyway.

   "Well I don't know," I sighed.  I stepped out of my shower stall and
walked into the locker room with Amelia following behind.  "Maybe you
should just try not being so scary, huh?"

   "I don't know how to not be scary," Amelia protested.  "You know I know
about as much about being a girl as you do."

   "I know if you're a girl, guys are not going to be attracted to you if
you scowl at everyone who comes within ten feet of you," I said.

   "If you're not going to take this seriously then just shut up," Amelia
snapped.

   I turned to face her.  She was scowling at me.  But not her usual scowl.
It was the scowl that meant she was upset in a pretty bad way.

   "Sorry," I nodded.  "I didn't mean to sound like an ass.  But I was
being semi-serious.  I can't really give you great advice...but guys would
probably think you're more approachable if you weren't so confrontational
and hostile.  Guys like it when girls are nice."

   "What's to be nice about?" Amelia asked sharply.  "Most of the guys
around here are dickheads anyway."

   I stepped up to her and put a hand on her shoulder.  She jumped visibly.
"Amelia...you've gotta make up your mind.  You either want a boyfriend, or
you don't.  You can't have it both ways."

   "I know," Amelia snapped.  She looked away and continued, this time in a
quiet, almost subdued voice, "I know.  It just seems like if I try to
soften up and really let a guy in, I'm just going to end up being unhappy
because he's not going to be the kind of person I want to be with.  But...I
don't want to be in this rut I'm in, where I'm stuck being the only one who
doesn't know about guys or sex or anything.  If I don't date, or get a
boyfriend, or do something some time soon, I'm going to lose my damn mind!"

   "I was right there with you till recently, you know," I pointed out. 
"I'd never done anything before this week.  Never."

   "Yeah, I know," she conceded, "But now I'm even more alone in that.  One
more of the very few friends I have has gotten laid and has a special
person in their life.  And I've got no-one.  It's not fair."

   "It'll be okay, Amelia," I assured her.  "Just hang in there, okay? 
Things'll get better, I promise.  You'll find someone."

   Amelia shrugged noncommittally and glanced at me.  Her eyes trailed
downward, as if to drop to the floor, then stopped.  Her face suddenly
flushed brightly, her blush drowning out the sprinkle of freckles across
her nose and cheeks.  "S-Sam...?"

   I glanced down to see my throbbing erection pointing directly at
Amelia's belly, just inches from touching her.

   "Shit," I swore, removing my hand from her shoulder and taking a step
back.  "Sorry."

   Amelia looked at me, her eyes uncertain and confused.  I wasn't sure
exactly what emotions she was feeling.  I tried not to stare at her, at the
curve of her breast and the firm flesh around her arms and thighs, the
sleek, feminine musculature of her stomach.

   "Sam...why are you..." she murmured after a moment.

   Shit.  Why couldn't she have just yelled at me and been belligerent as
usual?  That I could deal with, That I was prepared for.  The inquisitive,
uncertain look she was giving me sent a shiver through me for reasons I
could hardly even explain.  It was an innocent question in her eyes that my
mind turned into something deeper.

   "Uh," I stuttered stupidly for several moments before finally finding my
tongue, "Well... I mean, you're a very pretty girl, Amelia.  That's all."

   "Are you trying to tell me you think I'm attractive?" Amelia ventured, a
bit of her surly demeanor back.  Her voice dripped with doubt.

   "Yes, I do," I said firmly.  I took a breath and I was proud that I was
able to keep it from being shaky.  "You've got a very nice body, and a
beautiful face.  Honestly, I think you're one of the prettiest girls in the
school."

   Amelia crossed her arms over her firm breasts.  "Quit teasing me,
dammit."

   "I`m not," I insisted.

   "Yeah right.  If I'm so attractive, how come no guys ever try to go out
with me?"

   "Because you're intimidating," I shrugged.  "But just because you're
intimidating doesn't mean you're not attractive, you know."

   Amelia looked away, her face scrunched slightly with emotion.  "I don't
believe you.  Why would you find me attractive?  You've got Jenna.  She's
beautiful."

   "Amelia," I said softly.  "I love Jenna.  And yeah, I do think she's
beautiful...but you're beautiful too.  Just in different ways.  She's soft
and supple, but you're fit and athletic.  She's feminine and womanly, but
you've got an active and energetic charm of your own.  Both can be equally
appealing in a woman."

   Amelia shook her head and looked up at me with an unhappy look.  I had
never seen such vulnerability and softness in her before, but even then it
was tinged with a hard edge of hesitation.  "It doesn't matter anyway. 
You're taken now.  And no other guy in school will even touch me."

   "Like I said, if you tried to be a bit more friendly, a lot of guys
would love to touch you," I insisted.  "The only reason they wouldn't do it
now is because you'd break their wrist if they tried."

   "Yeah," Amelia nodded seriously.  "I would."

   "Well there you go!" I exclaimed, feeling exasperated with her.

   "That's because I don't want them touching me.  I'm...I dunno..." Amelia
hugged herself slowly, closing in on herself.

   "It's okay to be scared," I said after several moments of silence.

   "I'm not scared," she glared at me.

   "Yes, you are," I said firmly.  "I know you better than that, Amelia. 
It's okay to be scared.  Who says I wasn't?"

   "You're a guy," she grumbled.

   "So?" I balked.  "Sex is a huge, huge change.  And change is always
scary, for guys and girls both.  Hell, I would say I was shaking in my
boots all this week, but I don't have any.  But y'know, sex is scary, but
it's fun too, and exciting, and it's something that we need to do
eventually."

   She stood in front of me, holding herself and staring at the floor,
silent.  Finally, she gave a short nod.  "I know.  And I want to have sex.
I want to.  But I'm really not sure I can.  Not with how most guys are.  I
need it to be someone I trust."

   "So why don't you try meeting some guys?  Find that one you trust out
there?" I suggested.

   "I don't make friends easy, you know that," she said.

   I let out a soft sigh and nodded.  "I know.  But I don't know what else
to do.  I'm not sure what other advice I can give you."

   "I wish...I wish I could be with you," she said.  My eyes widened in
shock at her words and I'm pretty sure my jaw hung open.  I was almost as
surprised when a moment later, she giggled softly.

   "Don't be so surprised, Sam.  You're my best friend.  And...I don't
know...I know you and Jenna are a couple, and I never, ever want to screw
that up for you...but I trust you, you know?  I know you won't hurt me and
won't take advantage of me.  I know it'd be special with you.  I know it
wouldn't turn out to be a mistake."

   I couldn't find my tongue this time.  I had no idea what to say.  Here
was Amelia, the girl who I'd come to love like a sister, telling me she
would want me to be her first.  How do you respond to something like that?
That she so tightly hid her deeper feelings behind her usual veil of gruff
tomboyishness made this into a total mind-blower that I'd never seen
coming.

   The bell saved me, ringing sharply in the locker room.  I glanced at my
watch and swallowed unevenly.  "I need to get out of here.  I have to go
find Jenna and make sure she's okay."

   "Right," Amelia nodded, and quickly began to don her bra and panties,
dressing at a quick pace.  "How is she?  I know she's putting up a really
brave front so we all won't worry about her.  But how is she, really?"

   "I'm not totally sure," I admitted.

   Amelia pulled her shoes on and we rushed out the gym, bowing hastily to
Sensei Marcus as he picked up the gear from class.

   "I think she's doing pretty good," I continued, "But I'm worried now
that the time of the whole incident has rolled around, she'll end up
freaking or having a relapse or something.  I just don't know what to
expect.  I've never known someone who's been through something like this."

   "Let's hurry up and go find her then," Amelia nodded.  She glanced over
at me and smirked.  "And by the way, if what I said back there gets around
school, I'm going to break your arms."

   I laughed.  It was good to see that she was still the Amelia I knew.

   We ran along the sidewalk leading from the Gym to the main building. 
Once inside we hurried past the science labs, me in the lead so that people
were more than happy to make way for my advancing nakedness.  It was all I
could do to slow my steps when a hall monitor told me to stop running.  I
could be naked in school.  I could get blowjobs in classes.  I could
probably even have sex if I wanted to during relief.  But I couldn't run.
Some concepts just hurt my head.

   Amelia and I had just passed the lunch room and were almost to Jenna's
home-ec.  Classroom when we found them advancing through the halls.  `Them'
being all our friends.  Theresa, Derik, and Andrew were walking beside and
around Jenna, as if they were escorting her down the hall.

   "Hi," I said as Jenna hurried forward and practically leapt into my
arms. I squeezed her tight and shut my eyes as the smell of mellow lavender
and her apricot shampoo filled my senses.

   "I missed you," she smiled at me.

   "Looks like you've got plenty of company in the meantime," I smiled.  I
took her hand and looked at our friends, nodding to them.  "Thanks guys.  I
was starting to freak when I realized she could be walking alone."

   "We wouldn't do that to her," Derik protested.

   "Yeah.  At the least I would've been walking with her from Home Ec.,
hello," Theresa grinned.

   "He's just being protective," Jenna smiled.  She hooked her arms around
mine and squeezed on me.  "Being protective is a good thing.  I like being
protected."

   "Can we go eat?  I'm hungry," Derik suggested.

   Amelia muttered something under her breath as we turned toward the
cafeteria.  I put my arm around Jenna's waist and walked with her snugly
pressed to my side.

   "What's to get so excited about?  We're talking about cafeteria food
here," Andy spoke.  "I'm kinda dreading the whole thing myself."

   "Fast, then," Derik said helpfully.

   "I'm not dreading it that much," Andy replied.

   "You can't fast anyway.  You're too skinny already ," Amelia said,
poking him in the ribs.

   "I'm not skinny," Andy protested as he squirmed away.  "I'm slim."

   "Whatever!  I can feel ribs!" Amelia exclaimed as she poked him in the
side again.

   "Ow!  Not so hard!  I'm delicate!" Andy shrieked in a high falsetto.

   "Dude, ears," Derik muttered.

   Jenna and I largely ignored them.  We separated a bit and I laced my
fingers around hers as we stepped into the lunchroom.  The roar of the
hundreds of students trying to get at the morbidly bad food almost drowned
out the sound of our bickering friends.  Almost.

   "How are you doing, babe?" I asked her softly as we got in line.

   "Okay.  It's kinda coming back a bit more than it was before now that
we're at the same time it happened," she replied quietly.

   "Do you want to go sit down somewhere?  Get away from all these people?"

   "No," Jenna said, giving me a light smile.  "As long as you're here with
me I'll be okay."

   "I'm not goin' anywhere," I promised.

   "I know," Jenna said, her smile growing wider.  "If you do I'm keeping
this hand here with me, so it's in your best interest to stay."

   "Yes ma'am," I laughed.

   "You're an idiot," Theresa barked.  Jenna and I glanced at our friends
behind us, having totally lost where the conversation had gone.

   "I am not an idiot," Derik huffed.  "I just think outside the box."

   "What's this all about?" I asked.

   Theresa turned to us, casting an indignant glance Deriks way.  "Derik
has decided that your place in the lunch line should be determined by your
GPA instead of first come first served."

   Jenna smirked and bumped against me affectionately.  "Derik, your GPA is
like, a 2.  Not even a 2.5, a 2."

   "That's what I said!" Theresa shouted.

   "It'll get higher.  Maybe," Derik muttered.

   "You're a Junior!  It's a bit late!"

   "Hey, the rest of this year and next I could get all A's!" Derik
insisted.

   "You're failing half your classes and we're barely a month into the
semester!" Theresa was practically shrieking at this point.

   "Why do you have such a low GPA?" Amelia asked.  "You seem smart enough.
When you aren't being a spaz, I mean."

   "I'm not a spaz," Derik whined.  "And it's not worth keeping a high GPA
when it doesn't get me anything in the end."

   "In other words he's too lazy to try," Jenna sniggered.

   "Oh.  So you're like, one of those brilliant but unmotivated kids?" I
asked.

   "No, no," Jenna grinned.  "He's not brilliant, just lazy."

   "Hey!"

   And so went the rest of our wait in line.  Waiting in the ridiculously
long lunch line didn't seem nearly so bad when I had entertaining friends
insulting each other.  Or was it that I had my new girlfriend standing so
close, her bare skin brushing against me and her hand warm in mine, with
all her generous assets and treasures on display for my viewing pleasure?
Naw.  Had to be the first one, definitely.

   Yeah right.

   "Why do we have to eat this garbage?" Andy asked as we sat down.

   "Geeze, don't start on this again," Amelia snapped.  "One of you guys go
on this lunch time rant almost every day.  Give it a rest!"

   "I'll give it a rest when they give us better food," Andy replied
smugly.

   "Ditto," I smirked.

   Amelia kicked both of us in the shin from under the table.

   After Andy and I finished with the wincing and the cursing and the
glaring we got to the eating and the blanching and the almost-choking.

   Mikey showed up about half-way through lunch.  I realized with a slight
start we'd hardly seen him at all yesterday and not at all today.  He set
his food down and walked over to Jenna to give her a big hug, which she
returned.  I felt like a total ass.  Mikey had somehow been overlooked and
must've found out about what happened through gossip, which was always the
worst way to find out anything.

   For Jenna's part, the intensity of Mikey's emotions seemed to be
bringing her back to yesterday.  She shook a bit as Mikey hugged her, and a
few fat tears were just falling down her cheeks.  Several people at the
tables around us were glancing out way.  Andy tried to wave away their
attention.

   "Geez, Jenna, I'm so sorry," Mikey said as he pulled away.  "I didn't
even find out till second period today, and I couldn't find you guys
between then and now.  I can't believe it."

   I reached out and laid my hand on Jenna's shoulder, my brows rising in
concern.  "You okay, babe?"

   "Yeah," Jenna sniffled.  She reached out and gave Mikey's hand one last
squeeze before he sat down.  All eyes were upon Jenna, and all of them
reflected the worry in mine.

   "I'll be okay," Jenna continued.

   "You don't sound okay," Andy said gently.

   "I know," she nodded.  I caressed her back gently, wanting to pull her
close and hold her but knowing she needed to pull herself up, and I
couldn't always do that for her.

   Jenna collected herself slowly, wiping her nose on her napkin and
pushing the hair out of her face.  She wiped the tears from her face but
her cheeks remained streaked with dampness.

   "I think seeing someone wouldn't be such a bad idea after all," she said
after a moment.

   "You want to talk about it?" Theresa asked.

   "I don't really know what to say," Jenna shrugged.  "I feel...better
now. For a minute there I just felt like the whole thing was happening over
again, and even though I knew I was here with all of you, I felt so
afraid..."

   She trailed off and I squeezed her shoulder comfortingly before running
my fingertips in slow, soothing circles along the back of her neck, beneath
the thick fall of her hair.

   "Maybe we should take you to the nurse," Amelia said slowly.

   "I don't think so," Jenna said.  She took another deep breath and smiled
at all of us with surprising sincerity and sureness.  "I do think I need to
see someone.  I'm not as over this as I thought, I know that now.  But it's
not something that's making me crazy.  It comes and goes, you know?  I have
moments when I don't even think about it at all."

   "What can I do to help?" Mikey ventured.

   "You can do the same thing everyone else is; just be there for me and be
my friend and make me feel like people care about me."

   "Done," Mikey smiled.

   "If you're having one of those moments, let us know," I told her.  "None
of us want you to have to go through that alone.  We may not be able to do
much, but we can at least listen to you and be there for you."

   "We're talking in circles," Jenna smirked.

   "No we're not, we're concerned and we want to make sure you know just
how much we're going to be here for you," Theresa corrected.

   "I know, I was teasing," Jenna smiled.  "See?  If I can maintain my
sense of humor through all this then I must be doing okay, right?"

   "Maybe," Amelia shrugged.  "Or maybe you're deflecting the issue so we
won't worry about you."

   Jenna shook her head and smiled wryly.  "I may care about you guys and
not want to worry you, but I don't care that much.  If I was honestly
struggling with this more than I am I'd probably be bawling right here at
the table."

   "Well it's good that you aren't," I said, putting my arm firmly around
her and kissing her forehead.  "Because then I'd have to make a fool of
myself in an effort to cheer you up.  And that'd be bad."

   "Bad for you, entertaining for us," Andy grinned.

   "Or just embarrassing," Amelia added.

   "Yeah.  You guys would be the friend of the loser.  That's worse than
being the loser," I smirked.

   "You don't have to make a fool of yourself," Jenna smiled, leaning into
me.  I felt her breasts brush along my side and things started stirring
under the table.  "All you have to do is be yourself, my perfect man.  That
helps me pull myself together more than anything else."

   "Lord above, get a room, you two," Mikey grinned.

   "Hey, that's right, you don't know," I nodded.  "We're kinda together
now."

   "Like I couldn't figure that out," Mikey chuckled.  " `Sides, word's out
around the school."

   "How is word out around the school?  I don't know anyone," Jenna pointed
out.

   "Me either," I nodded.

   "Just because you don't know anyone doesn't mean no one knows you,"
Theresa spoke up.

   "Yeah," Mikey nodded.  " What...happened yesterday is pretty big talk.
Something like that hasn't happened in years.  Plus you two are in the
Program.  Whoever is in or has recently been in the Program usually gets
talked about for awhile.  A lot of people in this school makes it their
business to find out what all happens to anyone within the Program."

   "Gossip whores," Amelia nodded.

   "I don't really blame them," Derik said.  We all stared at him like
there was a strange growth coming from his forehead.

   "What?" Derik asked.  "It's not like there's really anything else to do
around here.  There isn't anything else for gossip whores to gossip about."

   "We're not that bad off," I said.  "I mean yeah, we're not exactly in
the big city or anything but it's not like we're out in the hills."

   "Speak for yourself," Derik muttered.

   "Just because you didn't grow up around here," Jenna teased.  "Anyway, I
like it here.  Monroe is a good town.  We've got things to do and we're a
pretty nice size, with lots of different kinds of people.  We don't have
the masses of people and the hustle and bustle of a big city, but we're not
isolated out in the middle of nowhere living in a `community' either.  It's
the perfect blend of city and rural, really."

   "Come on, we're teenagers.  We've got a movie theater, an arcade, and a
mall.  What the hell else do we need?" Andy pointed out.

   "Porn shops?" Theresa suggested.

   "Hey, we've got those, you just have to know where to look," I pointed
out.

   "You would know," Jenna smacked my arm.  Then she leaned into me and
began scratching the thin stubble under my chin.  I leaned back in my seat
and craned my neck upward to allow her easier access as I closed my eyes. I
about melted under her attention.  I felt somewhat like some kind of puppy
and didn't mind in the least.

   "Room!" Andy coughed, which made Mikey grin.

   "It's our first day as a couple.  Get over it," I replied without
opening my eyes.  "Damn, I think I just bit my tongue."

   Our friends laughed and mocked me playfully.  We talked further about
the things going on around campus.  Andy asked about the tournament this
weekend and Amelia and I spent several moments excitedly discussing it
until Theresa threatened to stuff pea's in her ears to drown out our
ranting.  Mickey's boyfriend, who had apparently been talking with some old
friends, came by and sat down with us for the last few minutes of lunch.

   "Hey, uh, guys?" Andy asked as he glanced over at Jenna and me.

   "Yeah?" Jenna replied, sliding me a soft smile.

   "Uh, I don't mean to be blunt here and all, but...I mean...Jenna, are
you jacking Sam off?"

   The conversation around the table froze and everyone's attention fell on
us.  Derik looked disturbed.  Theresa looked intrigued.  Amelia wore a
slightly annoyed expression while Mikey and his boyfriend looked amused.

   "Yeah," Jenna replied matter of factly.

   "Damn," I muttered, shivering at the feel of Jenna's hand gripping and
fondling my dick, not missing a beat even after being caught.  "I thought I
was doing a damn good job keeping a straight face, too."

   The whole table burst out laughing, even Derik, though his laughter,
too, was disturbed.

   "Forget the room," Theresa grinned, "If you're gonna be like this you
should at least be nice enough to entertain the rest of us!"

   The bell rang.  I felt a tremor go through me as Jenna gave my cock an
extra firm squeeze before standing up.  I stood with her, mostly because
she still had my dick in hand.

   "Maybe next time," Jenna giggled.  We gathered our trays up, me taking
both mine and Jenna's.  Jenna smiled softly and seemed almost lost in her
own little world as she led me across the lunch room by my throbbing dick.
I shivered in bliss.  I'd often heard the saying that relationships came
with their own leashes.  If this was the setup for me being `leashed', I
would don it quite happily.



   Jenna

   I had sort of a mini breakdown at lunch.  It wasn't as bad as it could
have been; I imagine I could have very easily fell to total pieces and been
in a really bad way.  It was sort of like a flash back.  Moments before it
happened, I was fine.  More than fine, actually, I was really happy.  I was
sitting at lunch with my friends, then Mikey came up and hugged me.  I
hadn't seen him since before the whole thing happened, and from the way he
hugged me, I think he hadn't gotten a chance to talk with Sam about what
happened.

   It all came rushing back.  I relived the whole thing, every moment
blowing through me like a film in fast-forward.  I snapped back to the
present and for a moment I wasn't even sure what was going on or where I
was.  I was shaking and fighting not to cry myself out.

   Once I realized where I was and that I was safe, I was okay.  Sam's
reassuring presence there beside me did a lot to help, and it was a big
comfort to have all my friends there around me to lend their support.  I
was able to gather myself more easily than I thought.

   I wasn't lying when I said I needed to see someone, though.  I knew I
needed to make sure I was okay, really okay.  Maybe I was feeling like I
was dealing with this so well because I wasn't dealing with it, wasn't
dealing with it at all.  Or maybe I was as strong as my friends insisted.
Who knows?  What I did know was that no matter how strong I was or wasn't,
I needed to be sure to sort my feelings out about the whole thing, and I
should probably do it with someone who would be most able to help me.

   "I should go see Counselor Taylor," I told Sam as our group left the
lunchroom and dispersed for their various classes.

   Sam and I walked hand in hand down the halls.  I had let go of his cock,
more out of a need to free him up for requestors than any real desire to
release him.  My palm was still warm with the feel of his meatiness.  It
made me quite slick and slippery for the first requestor, who diddled me
lightly and made me shiver.

   "Probably," Sam nodded, squeezing my hand.  He hadn't gotten any
requests, yet, but there were a few girls already walking down the hall
toward us, and by their giggling and glancing at Sam as they approached, I
doubted they were going to walk right on past us.

   "I hope she can help.  I've never really talked to her before," I told
him.  "Not about something like this, I mean.  The most we've ever talked
about was how I've been doing in classes and what my plans are."

   "I know what you mean," Sam smiled.  "But I'm sure she can do something
at least.  She could probably listen to you and help you figure this all
out.  If nothing else she could direct you to someone else."

   "I don't know if I want to go to a full blown psychologist or anything
like that," I told him.

   "If you need to, you should," Sam replied firmly.  "Don't discount what
you've been through just because you're dealing with it better than most
people do."

   "I'm not," I shrugged.  "I just think it's not a really big problem.  I
don't think I need extreme measures, just some measures."

   "Let's see what Counselor Taylor says about that, okay?" Sam suggested.
"She'd know better than us.  And I think she'll appreciate how you feel
about it all.  If she says you need to take more serious measures, you
should listen to her."

   "I will," I yielded.  "Would you mind if I stopped by her office today
after school?"

   "Of course not," Sam smiled.  He squeezed my hand firmly and we stepped
a bit further down the hall before being stopped just outside the door to
Art for a set of requests.  I focused on talking with Sam, which was
difficult with a pair of hands fondling and squeezing my breasts.  The guy
took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked, a bit more
roughly than I was used to be not unpleasantly so.  In fact, it was kind of
nice...

   "Whatever you need to do to help you cope and get through all this is
what needs to happen, and I'll help however I can," Sam told me.

   I stared as a girl tugged and pulled slowly on his dick, twisting her
hand gently along the length of his shaft.  The thick pole quivered
slightly in her hand.  I rubbed my thighs together at the sight of it,
feeling an overwhelming urge to play with my clit.  This Program thing was
really driving me up the wall.

   "I love you," I whispered to him as we stepped into Art.  He smiled and
kissed me softly on the tip of my nose, which almost made me giggle.  He
was so cute.

   "I love you too," he smiled.

   "Ah, love," Mr.  Nunimeier said as he walked in just behind us.  "Makes
me sick, frankly."

   "Someone sounds bitter," Sam laughed.

   "Shut up you," Mr.  Nunimeier replied.  He sobered suddenly and walked
up to us, reaching out to pat my shoulder.  "Are you okay?"

   "Yeah," I nodded.  "Just a bit shaken, but I'm doing pretty good all
things considered."

   "Do you need to sit down?  Step out for anything, anything at all?"

   "No," I said, trying to give him a reassuring smile.  "I'm fine, don't
worry."

   "Would you like to be excused from participating today?" he asked.

   "No," I replied.

   Mr.  Nunimeier gave me a long, hard stare for several minutes before
nodding and stepping away.  "If you're sure.  Just let me know if anything
is out of place with you.  No pressure today, okay?"

   The class began to fill with students.  They set up their supplies at
the easels and waited for Mr.  Nunimeier to direct them.

   "Either of you need relief?" Mr.  Nunimeier asked us.

   I glanced at Sam, who shrugged and arched a brow at me.  "I'll be fine,
things died down a bit over lunch."

   "I'm good too," he smiled.

   "Boo!" one of the students called, which got him an elbow in the ribs
and a bit of snickering from his friend.  Mr.  Nunimeier gave the guy a
dark look but let it go.

   "If anyone will get their supplies out and ready, we can start," Mr. 
Nunimeier said and swung the door shut after the bell.  "Today we'll
continue in a similar direction to what we've been doing all week.

   "However, as long as it's okay with them," Mr.  Nunimeier nodded in our
direction, "We'll be having Sam and Jenna pose together."

   "Fine with me," Sam grinned.

   "Yeah, same here," I agreed.

   "Why'd I even bother asking?" Mr.  Nunimeier muttered, rolling his eyes,
then cleared his throat and spoke up.

   "Like I said, we'll be sketching a pose with Sam and Jenna together,
naked of course.  But, and I mean this," he warned, "The feel that we're
going for isn't erotic or sexual in nature so much as tender and peaceful.
We want to convey a connection, as if our two subjects are paused in a
quiet moment and happily simply sitting together."

   He glanced at us and asked, "Do you think you two can manage that?"

   Sam arched an eyebrow at me and smiled softly.  "Yeah, I think I can
manage."

   "Sounds fun," I replied, winking at Sam.

   "Alright, let's hurry and get started," Mr.  Nunimeier nodded.  "I doubt
our artists will have time to draw the both of you before the bell as it
is, but we'll see how far we can get."

   We ended up in a pretty nice pose.  Mr.  Nunimeier pulled a nondescript
wall prop forward and Sam sat down on the floor in front of it, leaning
back against it and relaxing with his legs extended and open.  I sat
between them, facing away from him.  I leaned back, scooting downward
slightly so that I ended up with my head propped against his tight chest
and my weight distributed along his abdomen.  I was careful not to put any
weight directly on his exposed cock.

   Mr.  Nunimeier thought I would be uncomfortable and tried to get us to
switch positions, but I didn't mind in the least and I told him so.  There
honestly wasn't anywhere in the world I would've rather been just then.

   The pose fixed me with my face turned slightly to the side, giving my
profile, my eyes closed in a content expression with my cheek against him.
My hands rested in my lap.  Sam gazed toward the students drawing us, his
face smiling ever so softly while he draped his arms around me, loose but
protective and comforting.  His arms half-hid my breasts, providing what I
imagine was an alluring view of my not-quite concealed body.

   For several moments I just sat/laid there, breathing in the scent of
him. He smelled of soft, subtle cologne and maleness.  It was kind of
funny. I knew how to identify most perfumes and sprays girls wore...whether
it was the smell of apricots or pears or island fruits, or it was flowering
jasmine or lavender or soft orchids.  But I honestly couldn't figure out
what kind of cologne he was wearing.  How did guys figure out what they
smelled like?  All I could really distinguish was that it smelled fresh and
crisp and natural and slightly cool.  Mint, maybe?  I don't think so.  It
didn't really matter.

   I admit it.  I was totally basking in him.  His smell was overwhelming
around me and very much to my liking.  I loved the way he smelled.  And
then there were his arms draped over and around me, loose but still close
and offering me their protection and security.  I could feel the muscles
shift slightly under his skin as he settled fully into position.  More
muscle bunched for a moment under my cheek, and I almost started giggling
giddily.  Muscles were nice.  Really nice.  I've said that before, haven't
I?  Well they are.

   "You okay?" Sam murmured softly.

   "You're warm," I whispered, resisting the urge to cuddle more firmly to
him.  He was warm.  I think I was starting to get slippery again.

   "This is nice," Sam said, speaking just quietly enough so that only I
could hear him.  "We haven't gotten to do this yet.  I like this."

   "Hey, I'm the girl here.  I thought I was supposed to be the one who
liked cuddling and you, the big manly man, were supposed to decide cuddling
is for pansies or something?"

   "Hey, cuddling is good," Sam protested.  "Especially after sex.  A good
cuddling helps revel in recent conquesting."

   It was hard not to giggle.  "Oh, I'm a conquest now, am I?"

   "Who said I was the one reveling?"

   "Quit trying to make me laugh!" I hissed, smiling.  "You're trying to
get me in trouble."

   "Of course I am.  Maybe if you get in trouble Mr.  Nunimeier will let me
spank you for punishment."

   "Who says that's punishment?" I murmured.  I felt his body tense for a
moment before he relaxed.  And I know I felt his cock poke me in the back.
More specifically, the head started pressing at the crack of my ass.  "Like
that, do you?"

   "Which `that'?" Sam asked.  "The spanking your ass or poking it."

   "Either," I replied.

   "Both," he said smoothly.

   "Bad boy," I chuckled.

   "Hey, you started this whole thing," Sam pointed out.  "You should know
what talking about your ass is going to do to me."

   "Really?  I always thought my boobs would be what did it for people."

   "Well yeah, your boobs do do it for me," Sam explained.  "But you've got
a total knock out ass too."

   "Hmm.  I never knew," I said.

   "Liar," Sam accused.

   "No, really," I told him.  "It's not like I can see my own ass.  And no
guys have really been in the position to tell me about it before you.  I
always thought it was too big.  I figured guys do too."

   "You wanna know a secret?" Sam whispered.

   "Hmmm?"

   "A girl's ass is like her boobs.  You have to get into pretty
outrageously high figures before guys think big is too big."

   "I'll remember that," I said.  We fell silent for a moment and I
realized I could hear his heartbeat.  I relaxed even more under the stable
strength of the beat.

   "You make me really happy, you know," Sam said.

   I smiled a bit wider even though I struggled to contain it.  "You make
me happy too.  I don't think I've ever felt so complete and accepted as
when I'm with you."

   "Program turns out not to be so bad, huh?"

   "It's still semi-traumatic.  At least the first day or two was.  But at
least I had you to help me out."

   "Can you imagine how much things would have sucked if we hadn't been
partnered together?" Sam asked.

   I shuddered softly.  "No.  I don't even want to think about it."

   "You cold, Jenna?" Mr.  Nunimeier asked.

   "I'm fine," I spoke up.

   "Do you think we'll have any time together tonight?" Sam asked.

   "I dunno.  Probably not, there isn't any soccer practice today or
anything."

   "What're we gonna do then?  No homework to keep us busy or anything."

   "Are you suggesting we find something...else...to keep us `busy'?" I
said throatily.

   "Heh," Sam chuckled.  "I dunno.  May be a bit too risky with your
parents around."

   "Uh-huh.  You're brave enough to receive oral sex from me right in front
of about the whole student body, but if parents are around..."

   "I'm bold, not stupid," Sam replied.

   "It's okay, neither am I," I assured him.  "Nah.  We'll figure something
out, but for today at least I don't think we should mess around too much
while others are around the house."

   "Yeah.  Plus I do have practice tonight and all.  And I should help your
Dad and brothers clean out that room I'll be staying in."

   "You don't have to, it's their mess," I said.

   "Yeah, but they're messing with their mess because of me," Sam replied.
"I'd rather try to keep making a good impression by not being lazy."

   "I'll see if I can help them sort and organize," I offered.  "All of
them are useless when it comes to that kinda stuff."

   "Cool," Sam said.

   "I'm not going to forget about this, you know," I said, smirking softly.

   "Forget about what?"

   "This thing trying to poke it's way up my ass," I explained.  I wondered
if he was blushing.  That'd be an interesting touch to the drawings.

   "Oh," said Sam.  "Well maybe I would like that," he said, trying to
recover his wits.

   "Maybe I would too," I said matter-of-factly.

   "You're gonna make me look stupid, you know," Sam muttered.

   "How's that?"

   "You're supposed to get all grossed out and shit when I say stuff like
that.  You're just taking it in stride and even encouraging me.  How'm I
supposed to work with that?"

   I couldn't help it this time, I started laughing and giggling.  I
glanced up to see if Mr.  Nunimeier was glaring at me (which I'm sure he
was) but the bell saved my skin and called the class to a halt.

   "Okay, turn in your drawings on my desk and I'll grade them
accordingly," Mr.  Nunimeier instructed as the students gathered their
things.  He faced us and smiled.  "You two did good today.  You made
minimal movement or shifting.  Very nice."

   "I'm sore," I complained as I stood up and stretched, which put my ass
almost directly in Sam's face.  I realized this and was about to shove my
ass back into him, but he seemed to realize this before me and gave my ass
a sharp slap before standing up.

   "Sam!" I shrieked, blushing.

   "Okay you two, get outta here.  Well, actually, I want to ask you
something first," Mr Nunimeier told us.

   "What's up?" Sam asked.

   "I was thinking about doing a more...intimate...pose tomorrow.  You
two...you're something of a couple now, right?"

   "We are," I smiled.  Sam stepped over and took my hand in his.

   "Well, would you be comfortable with something more touchy feely?"

   "What're we talkin' here?" Sam asked.

   "I'm not sure yet.  I need to think about it, but it may involve some
touching or maybe some oral sex, something like that."

   Sam glanced questioningly at me and I shrugged.  "It's okay by me."

   "Sure," Sam nodded.  "Just don't go selling anything online.  If you do
I want a cut for my creative image."

   "Your image is kinda creative, all right," Mr.  Nunimeier grinned.

   "Thanks," Sam smiled.  "I made it myself."

   "Out," Mr.  Ninimeier ordered.

   Sam and I left art hand-in-hand, with Derik trailing behind.

   "Well, I just got another F," Derik informed us.

   "What was wrong this time?" I asked with a smirk.  "You can't use the
excuse of not wanting to draw Sam's dick, either."

   "I'm sure I could if I tried," Derik challenged.  "But nah.  I just...I
dunno.  How am I supposed to draw my best friend and her now boyfriend
cuddled up together in the buff?  I'm trying to be supportive and chill out
about this whole Program thing, but I have my limits."

   I smiled and patted him on the shoulder.  "I really do appreciate you
being so supportive, Derik.  I need it."

   "I know," Derik nodded.  "I'm doing my best.  I think I have teeth marks
in my tongue from how hard I have to bite it sometimes, though."

   "Poor baby.  Want me to kiss them away?" I suggested.

   "Jenna!" Derik shrieked and jumped almost a foot away.

   "I'm teasing!" I laughed.  "You should try out for the long jump, by the
way."

   "I doubt I'll frickin' survive too many more jumps like that," Derik
muttered.

   "It's the heart attack that'll do you in," Sam grinned.  "You really did
get some good distance, though.  Very impressive.  And they say white boys
can't jump."

   "They can't," I giggled.  "But albino boys can."

   "My eyes aren't red enough to be albino," Derik complained.

   "So watch TV all night like you usually do," I suggested.  "They'll be
blood shot enough by tomorrow morning."

   We were almost to the door leading outside, where we would have to
separate.  We made a quick stop by Derik's locker so he could shove some of
his books into it.  This gave the requestors a chance to crowd us a bit
more.  One of the girls requested to squeeze Sam's ass, which left him
looking confused and somewhat nervous.  I smirked.  He did have a pretty
cute butt...

   "God her hand was cold!" Sam hissed as the girl walked away, giggling.

   "Would you rather the cold hand be all over your cock and balls?" I
asked.

   One of the boys requested that I pose, something I hadn't done in a
little while.  I put my hands behind my back and bent slightly forward,
thrusting my chest out in one direction and my ass in the other with my
legs slightly spread.  My breasts jiggled slightly and hung forward with my
leaning, giving them an enticingly heavy look.  I almost bumped Derik with
my ass, and when he noticed he turned the brightest shade of red I've ever
seen and started to grumble through gnashing teeth.  I couldn't tell if he
was annoyed or sexually frustrated.  Maybe annoyingly sexually frustrated?
Maybe.

   "I've had enough cold hands on my genitals this week that I barely even
notice any more," Sam replied.  "But I'm pretty sure that's the first cold
hand I've had on my ass."

   "So whose warm hand has been feeling up my man`s ass, hmmm?" I smiled
coyly.

   Sam gave me that sheepish smile and winked at me.  "Not telling'."

   "Uh-huh.  Which whore was it?" I said in a deadpan voice.

   Sam laughed and shook his head.  "Whores?"

   "Yup.  Whores," I replied, struggling to keep a straight face.

   "No actual whores that I know of," he told me.

   "Good," I smiled.  I shut my eyes for a moment as a Senior ran his
fingers along my puffy slit, spreading my juices along my folds.  Oh yeah,
after Art things were nice and juicy down there.

   "Uh, guys, we should get a move on," Derik spoke up.  "I've actually
gotta get running, I'm on the other side of the building and all."

   I blushed softly.  I had kinda lost track of the time.  I had been
getting so into those nice fingers working along my pussy that I had
started to unconsciously hump at them.  "Okay Derik, see you after school."


   "Take it easy man, see you soon," Sam waved.

   We took our friend's advice and walked down the hall to where we would
have to separate.  Neither of us wanted to.  Sam squeezed my hand and
glanced over at me with a playful smile.

   "I noticed you were enjoying yourself quite a bit there," he said.

   I blushed some more but nodded, smiling shyly.  "Yeah.  Hey, like you're
one to talk.  I saw your pre-cum all over that girl's fingers."

   "Guilty as charged," Sam chuckled.

   "I really should have taken relief last period," I muttered.

   "Yeah, I know.  Going to go for some in Gym?" Sam asked.

   "Maybe," I smirked.  "You?"

   "Maybe," Sam winked.  He paused and put an arm around my waist.  "Here
we are.  Have fun in class, and you can tell me about it later."

   "You assume I'm definitely getting relief," I giggled.

   "Behave," he laughed and lightly smacked my ass.

   "No," I breathed heavily, pushing my ass out into his hand.

   "We're going to be late," Sam smiled, his fingers squeezing at the swell
of my cheeks.

   "So stop groping me and get to class," I suggested, still pressing my
ass into his hand.  Little jolts of pleasure tingled through my body at his
wonderful touch.

   "I'll see you after school," Sam said softly and leaned in to kiss me
firmly.  It was all I could do not to wrap myself all around him and try to
get him to take me right there in the hall.  I was turning into a total
horny mess, and I can't say I really minded that much.

   After the lingering kiss ended and Sam waved and walked down the hall, I
turned and stepped out of the main building.  I hurried to the Gym, feeling
relieved that I didn't have to take the back way.  I don't think I could've
taken that, not yet at least.

   Gym was a bit more eventful than usual.  As soon as I got there, Coach
Rock apologized for what his three jocks did.  He said he would have beaten
their asses into dirt if he'd known they had it in their head to do
something like that.  It was a nice and sincere gesture, coming from a
gruff man of few words.  I told him I appreciated it.  He told me I could
sit out today if I wanted and he wouldn't penalize me.  I was kinda taken
aback by that.  I had sort of expected him to say something to me, but I
didn't expect him to excuse me from participation...he never excused
anybody.  If someone was unwilling to exercise during class, he kicked them
out.  I always thought it was a pretty reasonable policy considering how
early he usually to let us off the hook and do our own thing (which mostly
consisted of the girls sitting around and the guys playing basketball).  I
declined the offer and thanked him again.

   We did a bit of light weight training today.  Nothing too major; I got
some five pound hand weights and none of the guys seemed to be machoing it
up past twenty-fives (and those were the jocks).  We walked, then jogged,
then lunged around the floor.  We did a few curls and some stretching with
the weights.  Then we walked, jogged, and lunged all over again.  Even
though it was really fairly light work, with the addition of the weights
(yes, all 10 pounds worth.  I'm a wimp, okay?) I was covered in sweat by
the time we finished.  Which seemed to interest a lot of the guys.  All of
them, really.  I glanced down and saw the way my body glistened and shone
in the light, enhancing the full appearance of my breasts.  I could feel
the sweat on my pussy and I was sure it was giving my mound and slit a very
alluring glistening appearance.

   And looking at myself, I thought for the first time in a long time, I
look good.  Not incredible or anything...I still had that bit of extra
weight on my tummy that kept me from that kept me from having a totally
flat tight stomach, but I had lost some weight since I started up gym this
semester, and I wasn't in bad shape all in all.  And I had some very
generous curves working for me.  Yeah, I could work with this.

   Once Coach Rock let us do our own thing for the rest of the period, I
continued to walk laps.  I even did them with the hand-weights for good
measure.  My hair, which I had put in a long, thick braid for the day, was
sticking to my back.  I pulled it over my shoulder and around my front so
my back could get a bit cooler.

   "Jenna?"

   I jumped and almost yelped as one of the guys drew up beside me while I
walked.  I hadn't realized I was spacing so bad.  I glanced over.  It was
one of the jocks, a Senior named Tyler who had transferred in this
semester. From what I had heard he was a decent sort, as far as jocks went
at least.

   "Yeah?" I said hesitantly.

   "I just kinda wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened yesterday," he
said haltingly.

   "Don't worry about it.  It's not like it was your fault."

   "I know," he nodded.  "But it's still really fucked up.  Those guys
deserved the ass-kicking your partner gave them."

   "Yeah," I muttered, not really sure what to say about the whole thing.

   "I just wanted you to know not all jocks are assholes like those guys
are.  They've really given the team a bad name and it sucks that they could
get away with even as much as they did."

   "Jocks don't have the best reputation to begin with," I pointed out.

   "Yeah," Tyler nodded.  "And it's because of assholes like those. 
Anyway, I hope you're feeling okay and you should know there are a lot of
people around the school who feel for you."

   I blinked a few times.  I think.  "Uh, Tyler, right?"

   "Right," he nodded.  "This is the first time we've talked, huh?"

   "Yeah," I nodded.  "And, Tyler...I don't know a lot of people around the
school.  How would they feel for me?"

   Tyler shrugged his broad shoulders.  "Just because people don't know you
doesn't mean they don't know what happened, you know?"

   "Yeah.  So I hear at least," I replied, smirking softly to myself.

   "And anyway, you don't really have to know someone to sympathize.  It's
not like I know you, and I sure do.  All of us on the team do.  We know
what happened is total bullshit."

   I stopped and glanced up at him.  His eyes looked sincere.  He wasn't a
bad looking guy, and he didn't have that meathead look about him.  I nodded
and smiled softly.  "Thanks, Tyler.  You're a nice guy.  If the rest of the
jocks had your kind of attitude I don't think there would've been a
situation in the first place."

   "I don't think there'll be a situation again," Tyler said.  "With you or
anyone.  Coach is serious busting all our asses over this.  I think if he
even gets an inkling that anyone on the team ever have ill intentions
again, he'll spike us through the locker room wall."

   "Good," I smiled, and started walking around the gym floor again.  Tyler
waved and wandered away.  A few minutes later Mitch came by and smiled at
me.

   "No trouble, I hope," he nodded toward Tyler.

   "No," I smiled.  "He was actually being pretty nice.  He asked me if I
was okay and apologized for...you know, yesterday."

   Mitch nodded and looked down for a moment.  "You okay?"

   "Yeah," I sighed.  "I think I'll be fine.  I just have to take a few
days to be sure, I guess.  People keep asking me that over and over."

   "Getting annoying yet?" Mitch chuckled.

   My lips quirked into a smile.  "Yeah, a little.  I'm starting to wonder
if something is supposed to be wrong with me." Mikey shrugged and smiled.
"Just think of it this way: It means you've got plenty of friends and
people who are concerned about you."

   "Yeah, I know," I sighed.  "I'm just not sure how many more times I can
say `I'm fine' without striking the phrase from my vocabulary entirely."

   Mitch laughed and we walked for a bit more before Coach Rock blew his
whistle, ending the class.  I glanced up at the clock on the gym wall.  He
was letting us go shower up kind of early today, but I wasn't exactly going
to complain.

   I took a deep breath and followed Mitch to the boys locker room.  I was
getting tingly already.  Okay, I was past tingly.  I was really tingly.  I
could also feel the juices clinging messily to my inner thighs from how wet
I was.  I hadn't gotten any relief since first period.  Since then I had
sucked Sam's cock, watched another girl suck his cock, been fondled,
groped, and teased several times between classes, felt Sam up at lunch,
posed with Sam in a rather romantic, but still arousing fashion, and gotten
felt up some more.  I was going out of my mind with horniness as I walked
into the showers.  While all the guys in the locker room stripped and
undressed, talking boisterously amongst themselves, I rinsed and washed the
sweat away, sighing heavily.  I tried to untense as I shook out my soaked
hair and waited.

   I was starting to wonder what was taking them so long when the guys
finally came into the shower room.  I was rather surprised when, with
barely a glance in my direction, they started showering up and washing,
completely leaving me alone.  I leaned against the shower wall feeling very
confused.

   Mitch and Tyler broke away from the guys that were obviously avoiding me
and walked to me.

   "What's the deal?" I asked, wondering if I'd done something to make them
all mad at me or something.

   "All of us have agreed to leave you alone," Mitch explained.

   "You've kinda been through some stuff.  We don't want to upset you,"
Tyler added.

   "But I'm fine," I muttered, "I don't mind you guys messing around with
me as long as you're nice about it...I mean, geeze, I've been groped all
day today in the halls.  If I didn't freak out then I don't think I'm gonna
freak out now."

   "We're just worried about ya," Tyler said gently.  "None of us wants to
upset you.  We may think you're hot as hell and all, but we're not all
jerks."

   Mitch laid his hand on my shoulder and smiled reassuringly.  "Don`t
worry about it, Jenna.  You should just try to relax and enjoy the peace.
Think of it as a break from the usual harassments that have been following
you around all week."

   I bit my lower lip and turned a little red.  "I was...actually kind of
looking forward to this."

   "You were?" Mitch asked, his brows high with surprise.

   "Yeah," I muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed even though I was highly
aroused.  "I haven't gotten relief since first period."

   Mitch and Tyler exchanged glances as if conferring, and after a moment
Tyler said, "In that case....mind if we help you wash?"

   I looked up at them and smiled softly.  Maybe a more private and toned
down relief session would be more in order anyway.

   "Please do," I murmured.

   Mitch started soaping up my sides and belly, spreading suds and bubbles
along my flesh as his hands made their way upward to my tits.  He
thoroughly lathered the soft, smooth flesh of my boobs.  I bit my lip again
and stood still while his hands worked over my sensitive breasts.  Tyler
stepped behind me and started to soap and lather my back, massaging the
suds into my shoulders and down my spine till his hands began caressing and
feeling my buttocks and thighs.

   Mitch squeezed and fondled my tits, running his fingers in slow, soapy
circles.  His palms were warm and slick and slippery with soap, fitting
snuggly over my erect nipples.  I shivered at the feel of his hands
brushing back and forth over the thick nubs.  His fingers finally began
exploring my throbbing tips, tweaking and rolling them gently between.  He
gave them a light tug.  I arched my tits into his hands, giving a soft
whimper of approval.  After a moment he released my nipples and ran his
index finger along the edge of one of my wide, crinkled areola and then the
other, his face taking on the same semi-mesmerized look all guys did when
they toyed with my tits.

   Tyler's hands circled around to my front, scrubbing and rubbing at my
stomach and hips, dripping down briefly to soap up the very top of my mound
before teasingly slipping away and rising up to my breasts.  I groaned,
arching my heavy orbs forward into the four massaging and groping hands
sharing my breasts.  I was glad my boobs were so big; there was enough
flesh so that both the boys could easily fit their hands on them and not
overlap.

   "This feels great, guys," I moaned thickly.

   They moved around me, working the soap into my flesh, focusing mostly on
my naughty bits but also washing my shoulders, arms, legs, back, and belly.
I sighed and squirmed under the attention, my eyes shifting between the two
of them, taking in the sight of their wet bodies and glistening, hard
cocks. I saw several of the other guys in the showers watching, a few of
them jacking themselves off, but none of them tried to approach us.  I felt
half disappointed by this and half relieved.  An odd mix of feelings, I
thought.

   Both boys took turns fondling and groping my cunt, spreading soap along
the puffy outter lips before caressing the inside of my pink valley.  This
lasted for several moments before I found myself stuck between them with
Tyler in front of me, playing firmly with my pillowy breasts while Mitch
squeezed and stimulated the round fullness of my ass.

   I wiggled about, moaning and sighing pleasantly at their delicious
attention.  My nipples throbbed in pleasure as Tyler gave them a tweak and
then a gentle but wonderfully sharp pinch, sending a spike of delight
through my body and down to my throbbing slit.  Mitch's fingers kneaded at
my rounded ass as if trying to shape dough, which caused me to arch my ass
eagerly toward him.

   "G-guys?  I'm...really close..." I panted, hardly able to form words.

   "Can we make you cum?" Tyler asked with a smile.

   "Please!"

   Tyler's hand snaked down my slippery, soapy body and gripped my pussy
softly.  He ran the fleshy mound between his fingers and my hairless skin
tingled keenly with the incredible sensation.  I was so glad I kept myself
bald.  Things were so sensitive down there.  Tyler's fingers sank into my
gash, stroking along the length of my dripping slit.  I spread my thighs as
wide as I could while still standing.  I leaned back against Mitch, who
braced me and put one arm around me to hold me up.  His hand pawed at my
tits while his other one continued to toy around with my ass.

   "Put one inside please," I whimpered to Tyler.

   He smiled and indulged me.  I gasped as his middle finger circled my
opening before gently slipping up my hole.  I could feel the pad of his
finger caressing my inner walls, feeling their softness and warmth.  The
slick fleshy tunnel clung to the prodding digit hungrily.  He started
sliding the finger in and out, getting it thoroughly soaked in my thick,
sticky honey.  The finger wasn't nearly as satisfying as a cock, but it
would certainly do.

   I moaned and trembled hard, my voice shaking as I drew closer and closer
to what I wanted.  My hips pumped and rode Tyler's thrusting finger.  I
worked my pussy eagerly on it, wanting more and more.  I bit my lip again
to try to keep myself from getting too loud, but I'm not really sure how
well it worked, I was too gone to notice.

   I did, however, definitely shriek in surprise as I felt Mitch's fingers
sliding into the crack of my ass, rubbing and massaging the deep valley
between my juicy round cheeks.  His index finger brushed against my asshole
and I felt my body grow hotter than ever.  I could feel the blush flooding
my face.

   I think in the end though, I surprised Mitch more when I pressed my ass
back toward him, pushing my puckered anus against his finger.  The water
falling around us had slipped down the crack of my ass, getting my little
rosebud nice and slick.  Mitch's hand was still slippery with soap.  When
he pressed forward my asshole resisted.  I took a deep breath, forced
myself to relax, and on his next attempt his finger slid smoothly, if
slowly, into my bottom.

   It was odd, a very different feeling from the finger in my pussy.  It
was strange, a bit painful and uncomfortable from the tight, unfamiliar
fit, but it was also somewhat pleasant in a way that surprised me.  As
Mitch slowly, cautiously began sliding his finger in and out of my tightly
clutching ass, the pleasantness became more so, drowning out the
uncomfortable sensation (which was still there, just not nearly so
noticeable) until my ass throbbed with a pleasure and hunger that surprised
me, pulsing in harmony with the ecstatic ache in my pussy.  I squeezed my
ass down on that finger and though it caused Mitch to slow a bit, the
sensations felt even better for the added tightness.

   I was thrusting my pelvis back and forth.  I couldn't decide if I wanted
to grind down on the finger in my pussy or the one in my ass.  Soon it
didn't even matter.  I screamed out in an explosive orgasm, my voice
echoing off the shower tiles.  Both my holes clenched tight on those
pleasuring, thrusting fingers as I writhed about.  This encouraged the boys
even more and both started fingering me harder and faster.  Tyler found my
clit with his thumb and frigged it rapidly, rubbing the throbbing nub back
and forth as spasms of pleasure wracked my body.  My screaming turned into
a long, drawn out moan of ecstasy.  My whole sensory perception was flooded
with the vibrating sensations coming from my pussy, and the new experience
of pleasure thrumming from my tight anus was only adding to the satisfying
orgasmic wave crashing through me.  I tossed my head back, my slick hair
swishing wetly through the air.

   My legs finally gave out and I nearly fell.  The boys graciously caught
me and lowered me to the shower floor.  I sat there for a moment, panting
heavily with my thick hair hanging around my face.  It was something of a
struggle for me to get a hold of myself.  I was still shaking a bit from
the orgasm.  One of the boys patted my shoulder and asked if was okay and
all I could do was nod.

   I finally pulled myself together and took a deep breath.  I peeled my
hair back and the first thing to meet my eyes were the boys standing
slightly in front of and on either side of me, their hard, throbbing cocks
level with my face.  Mitch was just how I remembered him, about average
length and girth and a light pink around the head.  I glanced at Tyler's
dick, which was bigger in length and width than Tyler's, but not as big as
Sam's.  His head was almost purple and the shaft was darker than Mitch's ,
but still pretty pale compared to the rest of his tanned body.  Several
veins stood out on the surface.

   I took another deep breath and raised myself up to my knees.  I reached
out, slowly, a bit nervous and tentative, and wrapped a hand around each of
their dicks.

   "I think some payback is in order," I smiled at them.  I could hardly
believe what I was doing...but I was doing it.

   I leaned forward and took Mitch's dick between my lips, slipping a good
three inches into the warm confines of my mouth.  I suckled firmly,
swirling my tongue around him and tasting him.  My tongue circled up to the
slit in his head, lapping at the pre-cum dribbling out.  It wasn't too bad.
Not that I had a lot of experience or anything...

   Mitch moaned above me, which drove me on to bob my head up and down the
length of his dick, slowly taking more and more in till I was deepthroating
his full length.  He wasn't as long as Sam was so I managed to take him in
without gagging at all.  My tongue worked overtime, tasting and slurping at
him and caressing all over his hard throbbing length.  My hand jacked at
Tyler's dick, twisting slowly, the water from the shower making my hand
move in slick smooth strokes.

   I drew back a bit so that I could more firmly run my tongue along the
spot where Mitch's shaft met his head, the sensitive little spot that
seemed to get Sam so excited when I blew him.  Mitch groaned louder and
reached down to run his hands through my hair.  I moaned around my mouthful
of meat, sliding down deeper and slurping all over him with the head of his
cock lodged in my squeezing throat.  I could feel his pole quivering and I
quickly increased my tempo, my mouth almost a blur along Mitch's meat as I
moaned and mewled, hungry for his cum.

   My moan grew louder than ever as the first several spurts splattered the
inside of my mouth, bathing my tongue in his cream.  I took him in deep so
that he could shoot two bursts directly down my throat, then tugged him
back till only the head remained, firing its sticky warm load into my
mouth. His cum was a bit less thick than Sam's, but it had a stronger
flavor and felt nice flowing down my throat as I swallowed it.  There
wasn't as much of it as I was used to, but it still filled my mouth quite
nicely.  I licked my lips as I finished.

   Mitch sank back against the wall, breathing shakily.  I winked at him
and turned my attention to Tyler.  I began to run my tongue all over
Tyler's cock.  I bathed it in my saliva and tried the little trick Beth had
on Sam earlier today, starting at the base of Tyler's cock and slowly,
firmly dragging the flat of my tongue upward, applying a lot of pressure
the whole way.  When I reached his cockhead I swirled my tongue all around,
kissing and licking and sucking at him and getting a good taste of his
pre-cum.  Mitch's had been better.  It wasn't bad, just a bit more bitter
than I liked.

   I enveloped Tyler's jerking meat in my mouth, moaning as it slipped
deeper and deeper.  I took him straight into my throat, and this timed
gagged a bit.  I didn't mind; it seemed closer to my previous experiences
that way.  I slurped on him firmly, greedily, wanting him to cum for me and
repay him for the pleasure and kindness he'd given me.  My hand rose to
gently cup and caress his balls as my tongue swirled around him, licking
and tasting the swollen sides and bottom of his dick.

   Like Mitch, Tyler ran his fingers through my hair, lightly pulling me
forward onto his cock.  I allowed him to and soon his hips were pumping
forward, gently but firmly fucking my mouth and sliding that cock of his in
and out of my throat.  My lips suckled and caressed his thrusting dick and
my tongue continued to work along him as I allowed him to use my mouth like
a pussy.  There was something kind of excited about it, actually, having
him thrust himself into my mouth like that, his hips pressing to my face as
his dick drove in and out of my throat of its own accord.  I gagged softly
again and he almost stopped, but I pressed forward to show him my enjoyment
and he resumed fucking my mouth.  I was drooling heavily all over his
throbbing pole, though you couldn't tell because of the shower spray around
us.

   "Fuck," Tyler muttered.  "I'm gonna cum!"

   He released my head and I began to moan again, my mouth vibrating around
his dick and sending him into a high of pleasure.  I sucked and slurped and
bobbed my head wildly along him, coaxing it out.

   His first two spurts burst into my mouth, coating my tongue and warm
mouth in his thick cum.  It was bitter, very bitter.  It wasn't horrible
exactly, but it definitely wasn't as good as Sam, or Mitch.

   I pulled his cock from my mouth with a pop and smiled up at him, jacking
him off rapidly with my hand and directing his cock to coat my face with
the rest of his load, taking a thick shot just below my eye on my right
cheek and two across my chin and lips.  The rest I directed down onto my
breasts, with one particularly nice glob coating my right nipple and
areola.

   "God, that was incredible," Tyler breathed as he finally finished
emptying himself all over me.

   "I'll say," Mitch grinned.

   "Nice guys don't finish last," I winked.  I stood up and moved under the
shower head, washing the cum from my face and tits.  "Thanks guys, I had a
really nice time.  I feel better now.  I hadn't taken relief for the past
three classes.  Which was kinda dumb of me, it turns out."

   "No problem," Mitch nodded.  "We're just glad we could help out."

   "Definitely," Tyler smiled.  "I feel for you.  I went through the
Program last year and I was a mess the whole time."

   "Well now you just get to make messes," I laughed.

   The bell rang and I turned off the shower.

   "Tell that Partner of yours to keep taking good care of you," Tyler told
me as the three of us got dressed.  We were the only three left in the
locker room.

   "He'd better," I giggled.  "He's my boyfriend."

   "No shit?  How'd you two manage to get the Program to hook you up as
Partners?"

   "We didn't," I smiled.  "We just hooked up last night."

   "Ah, cool," Tyler nodded.  "Well good for you two, that's good to hear."

   "Thanks," I nodded.  Seeing on how I only had my shoes to wear, I was
finished dressing before they'd even really started.  "I gotta run, he's
waiting for me."

   "See you tomorrow, Jenna.  It was fun," Mitch smiled.

   "Yeah.  Take care," Tyler added.

   I waved and walked out of the gym, reflecting a bit on what had just
happened.

   Wow.  Yeah, wow.  I had just gotten off with two guys masturbating me.
And one of them had stuck a finger in my ass.  And I'd liked it.  I never
would have figured on that.  Then again, I was finding that I liked a lot
of things...

   And I had just sucked both of them off.  Both of them.  Just like that.
I'd hardly even hesitated.  I felt a small pang of guilt, that old nagging
voice that said I was some kind of slut or hussy.  But I didn't feel like a
slut or a hussy.  I felt good.  I felt happy.  I felt like I had tried
something I had thought about for a long time (even though I'd tried to
keep from admitting it even to myself).

   What about Sam?  Well Sam was...Sam.  And I would have taken a romp with
him alone over the both of them any day.  It was nothing against Mitch or
Tyler...I knew Mitch was a great guy, and even though I'd only just met
him, Tyler seemed genuine and pretty cool (even though he was a football
player.  Scary.).  But Sam was in a class all his own.  He was mine, he was
my man, and I would've given anything for it to be him.  I had fun.  But I
knew the difference between fun and love, now that I'd tried a bit of both.
And love was hands down better.

   No, I didn't feel guilty.  What I did feel was an overwhelming urge to
get my mouth around my man's cock and get an even tastier treat than I'd
just gotten.  Funny how my mind was starting to work.

   As I got closer to the main building my steps got quicker.  When I
caught sight of Sam exciting the main building I was practically running. I
hardly even noticed that Mikey, Andrew, and Theresa were trailing behind
him.

   I giggled happily as I jumped into Sam's arms.  He caught me with a grin
and teetered slightly before setting his feet more firmly (what?  He may be
strong but he is short and I'm not exactly the tiniest of the tiny).  He
squeezed me tight and gave me a firm kiss, which I happily returned.

   "Hi handsome," I winked at him.

   "Hello sexy," he grinned.

   "You two sure are relaxed for two people who could be going to put their
clothes on instead of wasting your time here," Mikey smirked.

   "Hate to point this out, Mikey," Sam laughed, "But aren't you kinda
naked too?"

   "Well yeah, but I'm a closet nudist."

   "Really?" Sam arched a brow.

   "Nah," Mikey smiled.  "I came out of my only closet a long time ago."

   I giggled softly and scooted closer to Sam, not caring how sickeningly
cute we were being.  And we were.  "Where's Derik and Amelia?"

   "Uh, classes just got out," Mikey pointed out.  "They probably won't
make it out here for another minute or two.  We're pretty spread out in
last period."

   "Oh," I muttered, then grinned as I put my arms around Sam's waist and
squeezed him, which earned me a firm hug from him.  "I'm not really paying
attention, if you didn't notice."

   "I did," Mikey laughed.

   "Having a boyfriend is nice," I murmured, rubbing my head against Sam's
shoulder.

   "I know," Mikey smirked.  We had to step off the sidewalk so people
could get by as they scrambled for the busses.

   "Speaking of boyfriend," I said, jerking my head in the direction Andy
and Theresa stood a few feet away, talking and smiling and generally
ignoring us.

   Sam shook his head, his smile turning wry.  "Nah...I don't think so."

   "How come?" I asked curiously.

   Sam hesitated and looked to the side for a moment.  "Andy has
some...well...issues when it comes to dating.  I'm not supposed to talk
about it."

   "I understand," I nodded, and I did.  I had casually known some girls in
the past who freaked whenever their boyfriend didn't tell them something,
but I knew this wasn't a slight against me, but a sign of just how strongly
Sam valued his friends trust, which seemed like a good thing to me.

   "I do think he's got something of a thing for her, though," Sam added.

   "Duh," Mikey muttered.  "You'd have to be blind not to see it.  It's
almost as obvious as you two."

   "Thanks," Sam grinned.

   "I hope they figure it out," I said.  I stood up and Sam took my hand in
his.  "It'd be a shame for them not to.  Theresa'll probably scare him
away, though."

   "Maybe," Sam shrugged.  "But he's not looking too scared to me."

   Sam was right, of course.  So was Mikey, for that matter.  Just looking
at the two of them, the attraction was obvious, almost painfully so.  Even
though we were just a few feet away, within earshot, probably, Andy and
Theresa's attention was only for each other.  They smiled softly, the kind
of smile that said `I like you, but I can't tell you that, can I?'.  It was
very high school of them, all in all.  Almost middle school, even.  But it
was cute, regardless of whether Andy had some kind of issue or not.

   "What are we doing?"

   I jumped at the voice coming directly from behind my right shoulder.  I
glanced back to see Derik giving me a puzzled look.

   "Dammit!  Why does everyone sneak up on me?" I bemoaned.

   "Because you have a cute ass?" Sam suggested, and I could feel his hand
slide down my lower-back to rest just over the swell of my butt.

   "It's because I'm a ninja," Derik grinned.  I rolled my eyes.  Derik had
been mildly obsessed with `being a ninja' since I had met him.  Something
to do with an old debate about ninjas vs.  pirates.  He'd tried to tell me
about it once or twice but I tended to block out his more insane rants.

   "Can we go get dressed?  I'm getting cold," Mikey whined, dancing from
foot to foot.

   "What about Amelia?" Sam asked.

   "I saw her on my way out here," Derik spoke up.  "She ran off to the
bathroom.  She said she'd meet us at the front of the school."

   "What're we waiting for then?" I asked.

   "I'm basking in my naked time, personally," Sam smirked.

   "Really?" I arched a brow.

   "Fuck no, let's go get some damn clothes on."

   I laughed and followed Sam to the front of the school, giving Theresa a
firm nudge as we walked past lest she and Andy not even notice we were
leaving.

   Most of the Program students, apparently being in a much bigger hurry
than us, had already dressed and left by the time we walked around to the
entrance of the main building, but a few straggles were still there. 
Amelia was standing at the bottom of the front steps and tapped her foot
impatiently as we approached.

   "Took you guys long enough," she greeted sweetly.  "I sent Derik out to
find you forever ago."

   "Oops," Derik muttered.  "I stopped to mess with my locker on the way."

   "Isn't your locker on the second floor?" Theresa asked.

   "Uh, yeah."

   "Right," Amelia glared at him.  "And how, exactly, is the second floor
on the way outside?"

   "Umm...it isn't?" Derik ventured.

   "Congrats," Sam grinned, reaching out to shake a confused Derik's hand.
"You've just earned Amelia's wrath.  And it's about damn time someone other
than me did."

   Amelia smacked Sam in the arm, which earned a soft `ow' and a cocky grin
from him.  She looked like she wanted to hit him again.  Shaking my head
amusedly, I released Sam's arm and started putting on my clothes.  Sam
followed suite, as did Mikey.

   "Y'know," Andy cleared his throat, "It doesn't seem that big of a deal
that you guys wear your P.J.'s and stuff when it's still bright and early
in the morning, but now that it's the middle of the afternoon you just look
silly."

   I pulled on my tank-top and adjusted the built in bra till it supported
my boobs properly, then stuck my tongue out at Andy.

   "Anyone have plans this weekend?" Theresa spoke up.

   "I never have plans," Derik sighed.

   "My weekend is mostly going to center around the Tournament," Sam
replied as he did up the buttons on his pants.  I was kinda disappointed,
to be honest...

   "Ditto," Amelia nodded.

   "I'm probably going to go to cheer them on," I added.

   "We should all go!" Theresa grinned excitedly.  "It'll be cool!  We can
see how buff our friends are and cheer while they kick other people's
asses. Then we can all go for pizza or something like that."

   "Sounds good to me, that's about what I had in mind anyway," Andy said.

   "I'm not sure I'll be able to make it," Mikey sighed as he pulled his
shirt on.  "I had family stuff last weekend so Robby and I didn't really
get a chance to hang out.  I told him we'd do something this weekend.  We
might come by for a little while, though."

   "That's cool," I nodded.  "I'm sure we all understand.  At least I do, I
mean.  Spending time with your boyfriend is important"

   "You're never going to shut up about this boyfriend thing, are you?"
Theresa asked dry.

   "Nope," I giggled.

   "How about you, man?" Andy asked Derik.

   "I dunno.  I was thinking about trying to see if I could sleep for 48
hours straight."

   Andy blinked and turned to Theresa.  "You're his friend.  Is he joking?"

   Theresa eyed Derik closely for several moments before shrugging.  "I'm
not...entirely sure..."

   "I think he's joking, but he's easily lazy enough to be serious," I
smirked.

   "Plus inquisitive enough to want to find out," Derik added.

   "Oh yes, inquisitive.  Far bit it from us to forget that," I laughed.  I
bent forward and tossed my hair, letting it hang toward the ground as I
combed my fingers through the thick locks.  I needed to start stashing a
brush in my backpack again.  By the end of the day it was a total mess.

   "I gotta run," Derik said as his dad pulled up into the visitor parking
at the front of the school.  "See ya'll tomorrow."

   We waved to him and started walking toward student parking.

   "So are you coming to class tonight?" Amelia asked Sam.

   "Yeah," he nodded.  "I'm feeling better tonight.  Sorry I didn't come
yesterday."

   Amelia shrugged slightly and smiled.  "Stuff went on yesterday.  Sensei
told us you were fine and would be back when you were ready."

   I squeezed his hand.  Sam looked up, something of a peaceful look on his
face.  My eyes roamed along his face, taking in his features and feeling
warm inside.

   "I'm glad he told you guys that.  But I'll be there tonight," Sam
smiled.

   "What are you doing today?" I asked Theresa.

   "Well, some of us have homework," she chuckled.  She jumped up on a low
brick boundary and walked along it, balancing precariously with a silly
look on her face.

   "How `bout you?" Sam asked Andy.

   "Same," Andy sighed.  "And now that I don't have Basketball, I don't
have any excused to avoid it."

   "Sorry," Sam smiled sheepishly.

   "It's probably for the best.  Maybe now I can bring my grade up a bit,"
Andy shrugged.

   "It's not like you're doing badly," Amelia told him.  "You've got what,
Bs?  B-s?"

   "Bs," Andy nodded.  "My only B- is in History, and as far as I'm
concerned that I'm even awake in that class is an accomplishment."

   "Yeah, no shit," Sam smirked.  "It takes all the patience I have not to
strip naked and put my boxers on my head and run around the room screaming
in that class."

   All of us gave him a very odd look.  I patted his head.  "You're kind of
special sometimes, honey."

   "What?" Sam asked, looking honestly perplexed by our reaction.

   "On the plus side now that you're in the Program you can do that.  Well,
minus the boxers," Theresa laughed.

   Sam didn't say anything, but I don't think I was the only one who saw
the sudden twinkling of evil in his eyes.

   Dressed and ready, all of us chatted for awhile longer about school and
teen stuff, enjoying the simple company of our friends.  I stood beside
Sam, his arm around my waist and gently rubbing my side while I toyed my
fingers through the short, soft curls of his copperish hair.  It was a
nice, quiet moment, one of those where you do nothing but stand and talk,
and even though after awhile you have to shift from foot to foot from
standing in one place for so long, you don't mind because the company and
conversation is that good.

   After chatting for almost twenty minutes Sam and I said goodbye to our
friends for the day and began turning toward the parking lot.  I realized
something with a start and gripped his arm, pulling him to a halt.

   "I was supposed to go see Counselor Taylor before we left today," I
reminded him.

   "Crap!" Sam exclaimed.  "Do you think she's still around?"

   "Maybe.  Let's hurry over to her office and see if we can catch her."

   We did, just barely.  She had already taken a few steps in the opposite
direction down the hall from her office door when we called out to her.

   "Jenna!  I'm glad to see you," she said as we approached.  She smiled
softly at me, her eyes even and calm.  "How are you?"

   "I've been better," I admitted, "But I'm coping.  But..." I glanced at
Sam.  He gave my hand a gentle, encouraging squeeze.  "I'm coming and
going, honestly.  In some moments, I feel great....better than I have in a
long time.  I think Sam's responsible for that."

   Counselor Taylor glanced up at him and smiled, not seeming surprised in
the least by our sudden closeness.

   "But other times," I continued, "I suddenly feel panicked and nervous,
or scared, or..." I took a deep breath.  "Just not good.  It`ll last a few
minutes, and then pass, and I feel fine again."

   "Okay," Counselor Taylor nodded.  "That's not uncommon for close-call
victims.  Are you having any kind of immediate breakdowns or relapses? 
Anything more intense or more permanent?"

   "Other than what I just talked about, no."

   "Well then," she said, "Why don't we schedule an appointment to talk for
awhile?  I'd like to know more about what you're feeling and see if maybe
we can do something for you."

   "I'd like that," I nodded, smiling softly.

   "Good!  I'll check my schedule when I get home and if you swing by my
office tomorrow morning before home-room, we can set something up.  Sound
good?"

   "Sure," I nodded.  "Thanks for agreeing to help me."

   "It's my pleasure," Counselor Taylor nodded, and I felt like her
kindness was genuine.  "Take care of her till then, okay, Sam?"

   "I will, you can count on it," Sam smiled.

   "See you tomorrow, Jenna.  Keep your chin up, and we'll help you through
this."

   Sam and I walked back out of the building, hand in hand.

   "I'm glad you remembered," Sam smiled.  "I think it'll be good for you,
to talk to someone about this.  Might help you be able to handle all this
better."

   "I hope so," I nodded, leaning against him.  "I don't want to be
freaking out like this.  And I really don't want to end up with some kind
of...I dunno...complex."

   I handed Sam the keys as we reached the parking lot.  He gave me a
curious look.

   "Uh, don't you kinda need these?" he asked.

   I smiled at him and winked.  "I figured you did such a good job driving
yesterday I'd let you be my chauffer for awhile."

   Sam grinned and leaned over to kiss me, then unlocked the doors and
climbed into the driving seat.

   We pulled out the parking lot and he glanced at me, smiling.  "So.  How
was your day?"

   "Good," I sighed.  "I'm doing okay, if that's what you're asking.  A
little uneasy, but okay."

   "Well yeah, that was what I was asking," Sam admitted.  "But I was also
asking how your day was."

   "Fun," I brightened.  "I had a really nice time when I was able to spend
time with you...and I don't just mean sexually, either, though you did a
very good job of showing me a good time in that department as well."

   "I'm glad," Sam smiled.  He reached out to squeeze my hand with one of
his, which would have made me nervous but he started out driving with one
hand anyway.  "I had a good time, too.  It was nice just being able to talk
some between classes and all.  And you did a great job giving me relief,
too."

   I put my other hand on top of his and gave it a little squeeze.  "I'm
glad, I wanted to do good for you.  Um...speaking of relief...Did...?"

   Sam nodded slowly.  "Yeah.  In last period.  Liz Fielding gave me a
blowjob.  How about you?"

   "Yeah," I said softly.  I shivered a bit, though I wasn't sure if it was
at his admission or mine.  "In the shower after gym.  Two of the guys
helped me out."

   Sam smiled and briefly glanced at me, and if there was any jealousy in
him he was doing a really good job of keeping it from his face.  "How'd
that go?"

   "You first," I grinned.

   Sam leaned back in the seat a bit.  "She was pretty good.  Not as good
as you.  Not as good as Beth in Psychology was, either, but she got me off
very nicely."

   "Uh-huh?" I goaded.  I couldn't help myself.  I reached my hand into his
crotch, and was pleased to find a growing tent in his pants.  I wrapped my
fingers around the thickening bulge and squeezed softly.

   "That feels really nice," Sam shuddered.

   "So what happened?"

   Sam slowed down a bit, probably making sure he wouldn't do anything too
stupid while I was feeling him up.  I knew it was a bit dangerous, playing
with him like this while he was driving, but I was too excited to stop.

   "She went fast...everything was kind of fast," he stuttered.  "She was
bobbing up and down really quickly and her tongue was all over the place.
She didn't apply the kind of pressure you do...she just licked up one side
and down the other, really light touches and quick slurps.  She was moving
so quickly while she was sucking me in and out of her mouth I almost got
overstimulated."

   "Overstimulated?" I arched a brow.  "I thought only girls got
overstimulated?"

   "Yeah," Sam smirked.  "Guys can get like that too, but it's a lot harder
for it to happen.  I was almost to that point though.  I think she noticed,
because she pulled away for a minute and started sucking on my balls
instead, which worked well enough."

   My hand was jacking his cock off through his pants at this point,
squeezing and caressing his meaty girth.  God, his cock was so nice...it
was perfect.  And it was just what I'd been wanting all afternoon.

   "So then what?"

   "She went back to sucking on me.  She couldn't deep throat like you do,
but she took a pretty good bit of me down.  I started cumming."

   "Did she swallow?" I asked as I began fiddling with his buttons.  His
cock jerked in my grasp.

   "Some of it, yeah.  I guess it got to be too much for her or something,
because she pulled back after a few spurts and got the rest in the face,"
Sam replied shakily.

   "Bet you liked that, huh?" I murmured, fumbling a bit with his zipper
before getting it down.

   "Yeah," Sam said as pleasure washed across his face.

   I giggled softly as Sam's dick sprang free of his boxers once I'd tugged
them down.  "To be honest, I got some cum on my face during last period,
too."

   Sam arched a brow and glanced over at me, his face a mix of curiosity
and lust.  "Oh really?"

   "Uh-huh," I grinned.

   I told him about what happened, first telling him about the `washing' I
received, then my nice hard orgasm, and finally my little adventure sucking
off Mitch and Taylor.

   "Sounds like you had fun," he said at least.  We'd just driven past my
house, which I pointed out with a giggle.  Sam groaned sheepishly and
grinned.

   "Just drive around the block," I instructed.  "And yes, I had a lot of
fun...you don't mind, do you?"

   "Nah," Sam smiled.  "I mean, I got a blowjob in last period, so why
should I begrudge you giving one?"

   "Well, it wasn't exactly relief and all," I murmured.

   "It's okay," Sam nodded.  "We agreed that we could mess around and
experiment, as long as we told each other about it and as long as we talk
about it before it turns into something more serious.  I'm just glad you
had fun."

   "You're wonderful, you know," I smiled softly.  "Most guys would've
freaked, no matter what the deal was."

   "Well I'm not freaking, am I?" Sam replied smoothly.

   "Mmm," I groaned as a thick, shining glob of pre-cum began to leak down
his shaft.

   I didn't even think about it.  I leaned over across our seats and put my
head in his lap.  I licked his dick up and down, gathering his tasty
pre-cum on my tongue.  I licked and sucked the sweet, sticky, syrupy liquid
from his flesh and relished the taste of it.

   Sam sucked in a sharp breath, but the car didn't lurch or jerk, so he
must have been in control of things.  I felt so naughty as I sucked his fat
cock into my mouth and to the back of my throat while Sam was trying to
drive.  I loved it.  It felt so nice to do these things with him.  I
swirled my tongue all around his throbbing meat and gave a low moan as I
eased him down my throat.  I gagged, like I always did, but it was no more
a deterrent than it had been any other of the few times I'd given head.  I
bobbed my mouth up and down on his dick for several moments, savoring the
taste and feel of him.

   I drew back slightly and looked up at him, smiling devilishly.  "I liked
sucking them off, but they weren't as good as you," I told him.  "You taste
better.  And your cock fills my throat so much better.  I wished you'd been
there so I could've sucked on you."

   Sam moaned wordlessly as I took him back in, my own words echoing in my
ears.  I would have never said something so lewd and suggestive just days
ago.  The Program definitely changed people, and I think maybe I liked this
particular change as much as I liked all the others.

   I'd been jacking Sam's cock off while we talked about fucking around
with other people for at least the last ten minutes.  I think that,
combined with the thrill of getting a blowjob while he was driving, in
broad daylight, having I ravenously slurp and suckle on his dick... it had
him reaching his orgasm more quickly than usual.  He spurted into my mouth,
flooding my eager tongue with cum and launching several sticky globs down
my gullet.  I sucked and slurped greedily on him, moaning at the mouthful
he gave me, swallowing one, two, and three mouthfuls before his cock
finally stopped filling me with sticky-sweet cream.

   "Jesus," Sam breathed.  "That was incredible!"

   "Thanks," I giggled, sitting up and wiping the drop of cum that leaked
from the corner of my mouth and licking my finger clean.  "I kinda can't
believe I did that."

   "Me either," Sam chuckled."

   "Sam?"

   "Yeah?"

   "You can go more than 15 here, you know."

   "Oh.  Heh." Sam smiled sheepishly, that quirk of his lips and tilt of
his brows that I found so adorable.

   We pulled into the drive and, after several moments spent kissing and
squeezing each other, slipped inside the house.  Karla and the kids were
home already.  Edd tackled me as soon as we got through the door.  He was
closely followed by the twins.

   "Hey," Karla smiled as she walked out of the kitchen.  She came up to me
and hugged me, then did the same to Sam, which seemed to surprise and
please him all at once.  "How'd the day go for you two?"

   "Good," I nodded.  "Usual Program stuff."

   "From what I've heard, the Program is anything but `usual'," Karla
commented with a grin.

   "What's that mean?" Edd asked.

   "Nothing," I said hastily, shooting Karla a withering look which she
countered with a wink.

   "Being naked in school must be weird," Jessica spoke up.  She looked
like she was trying to wrap her head around the concept.

   "It's not supposed to be weird, it's supposed to be sexy," Ashley
corrected sagely.

   "What do you know about sexy?  You're eight!" I scoffed.

   "Yeah, I'm eight, not stupid," Ashley countered.  "And I know how to
watch TV."

   "Have you two been watching MTV again?  What've I told you about that!"
Karla glared.

   "No!" Ashley said hastily.

   "They've been watching VH1," Ed tattled.

   "Hey!" Jessica scowled and shoved Edd, almost knocking him over.

   "Alright, that's enough!" Karla barked.  "Go find one of your older
brothers and tell him to keep you out of trouble!"

   Edd and the twins sulked out the room.

   "I swear," Karla sighed.  She glanced up at me and gave me a wane smile.
"Anyway.  How are you two?"

   "Good," I nodded.  I squeezed my man's hand pointedly.  "Sam's been
taking good care of me."

   "Great," Karla smiled at Sam.  "Keep taking care of her and you'll
definitely earn your keep."

   "Yes ma'am," Sam smiled.

   "What'd I say about that?" Karla chuckled.

   A loud thud came from the living room area.  Sam glanced at us with
raised brows.

   "That would be Tony and Theo," I explained.  "Or Edd and Theo.  Or Edd
and Tony.  Or all three of them.  And maybe the twins, too."

   "Nice," Sam chuckled.  "Should we go break it up?"

   "Nah," Karla chuckled, "As long as they haven't broken anything, I don't
care if they beat each other bloody.  They're kids.  Kids do that.  You can
go help them twist each other into knots, for all I care."

   "Oh, goody," Sam grinned.  "I think I'll do that then."

   Karla and I talked about the day a bit more.  I could tell she was
trying to gently inquire about my emotional condition, and I told her how
things were with me.  I was so focused on Sam that I'd hardly even noticed
how I was feeling about yesterday.  Karla wondered if that was a good thing
or bad, and to be honest, I wasn't sure.  But I was happy, for the moment,
and that seemed to make her happy too.

   We walked into the living room to find that Edd and Tony were, indeed,
wrestling around and roughhousing, only now they had apparently decided to
team up on the bigger (though not by much, in Tony's case) opponent Sam
presented.  He had a wildly struggling Edd scooped under one arm, and was
using the other to hold a much calmer but still resisting Tony in a
headlock.  Edd pulled loose and hurled himself at Sam, using all his meager
young weight to knock Sam back and allow Tony to slip loose.  Tony lunged
forward and tried to grab at one of Sam's arms, but Sam wiggled away and
wound his legs around Tony's, pulling at my lanky brother's long legs and
tripping him up.  Sam reached out and grabbed Tony's arm as he wobbled
toward the floor and lowered him down.  It was nice of him, but it earned
him another earnest tackle from Tony, who now had the benefit of having
grabbed hold of Sam's arm.  All three of them were laughing and grinning.

   "He plays well with the boys," Karla commented.

   I smiled, watching them still.  "I know.  He's so wonderful...he's even
willing to put up with little brothers.  It's a miracle."

   Karla laughed and patted my shoulder.  "I'm happy for you.  And I think
he'll be pretty comfortable here with us."

   "Yeah," I smiled as Sam twisted his legs free of Edd's clinging grip and
used them to swivel himself out of Tony's attempt at a sleeper hold.

   I sat down on the couch and chatted with Jessica and Ashley for awhile
as the boys wrestled.  Theo came in for a few minutes, but he was never
interested in wrestling with someone he couldn't beat...which meant Tony
and Sam were both out, and Edd was already wrestling with them.  He watched
until Edd spotted him and yelled for him to come play too, which prompted
him to scowl at the whole room and stomp off upstairs.  Both the twins
rolled their eyes, a gesture I fancied they got from me.  I listened to
them gossip about life in grade school, adding a word or two when I could.

   Dad arrived home about a half-hour later and after changing from his
work clothes and spending some time talking to Karla in the kitchen, came
into the living room and kissed me and the twins on the forehead.

   "How was school today?" he asked.

   "Good," I nodded.  "Sam took care of me and helped me feel comfortable."

   "Good," Dad nodded absently.  Jessica and Ashley started talking with
him about a much desired visit to the mall while we watched the boys
wrestle.

   "Okay guys, we need to get upstairs and clean out the spare bedroom,"
Dad announced after watching his sons wrestle my boyfriend for a few more
minutes.

   "Aww," Edd whined as he disengaged and stood up.  Sam clamored to his
feet and helped Tony up.

   "I'd like to help, if you don't mind," Sam told my Dad.

   Dad hesitated a moment.  "You don't have to, we didn't expect you to. 
It's our mess."

   "I know, but I want to," Sam smiled and left it at that.

   "Okay, that's fine with me," Dad shrugged.  He turned toward the stairs
and bellowed, "Theo!"

   "Don't yell!" Karla shouted from the kitchen.  The twins and I giggled.

   Dad grumbled and walked up the stairs, followed by his sons and Sam.  I
chatted with the girls for a few more minutes before following them up.  I
couldn't help with major moving stuff, but I had a much better eye for
detail than my Dad did, and I had every intention of doing the things I was
sure none of them would do.  Like dust.



   Sam

   The room wasn't so bad.  It was spacious enough, taking up about half
the attic space, the rest of which could be accessed through a door, like
an enormous closet space.  The pull-down stairs led directly into the guest
room, and had a lock on the inside for privacy.  It was an odd guest room,
but a rather nice one all in all.  It was obviously disused, though.

   We moved the boxes that had been collecting dust into the other attic
space.  Jenna raised the blinds on the single window and dust started
wafting around the room.  I sneezed and helped move more boxes.  About
half-way through getting the clutter hauled out, Jenna snatched Edd up to
help with the dusting and cleaning, to which he protested mightily.

   Once we had the last of the boxes stored away I stepped into the room
and took stock of it.  It would definitely do.  The walls were plain and
the light blue paint was old and faded.  The roof was slanted sharply on
one side, but the room was big enough to keep it from creating a
claustrophobic effect.  Jenna had wiped all the dust away so things looked
a bit fresher than they probably had in a good while.  She had also dusted
the blinds, hung some curtains they had apparently kept stowed away
downstairs somewhere, gotten Tony and Theo to flip and rotate the mattress
on the bed, put together fresh bedding for it, swept the wooden floor, and
carried the bag of stuff I'd brought with me and put it down beside an old
squat dresser standing opposite the bed.  The bed itself was an old but
comfortably soft queen, which I found to be worlds better than my cramp
little twin at home.  The room was big enough to fit two of mine in and
probably still have room.  It was bare and simple, but so was my room at
home, and I was glad for the extra breathing space.

   "Thanks again for letting me stay here," I told Jenna's Dad as he
stepped inside.

   "No problem, just make yourself comfortable," he nodded, motioning to
the dresser and bed.  "And don't worry about making noise or anything like
that at night, the previous owners had this room sound-proofed for some
reason, so we can't hear footsteps coming from in here downstairs or
anything."

   "Cool," I nodded.  "I'll try to keep quiet just the same."

   "What are you two planning on doing now?" he asked as Jenna stepped up
beside me and put a hand on my arm.

   I glanced at my watch and nodded.  "I've got class in about a half-hour,
so I should probably get going."

   "Class?" Mr.  Mathews asked.

   "His martial arts," Jenna explained.

   "Ah," Mr.  Mathew's nodded.  "When is it over?"

   "Around 8:30," I replied.

   "Okay.  I'll tell Karla to save some dinner."

   "Thank you," I nodded.

   "Thanks, Dad," Jenna added.

   "So what do you think?" she asked me as Mr.  Mathew's left the room.

   "A lot better than what I'm used to," I smiled.  I took her into my arms
and hugged her firmly before grabbing my bag.  Jenna sat down on the bed
and watched as I took out my things, putting the few clothes I'd brought
into the small dresser.  I pulled my alarm clock out of the bag and plugged
it in, then put my books and such onto the single bedside table.  I pulled
my Gi out and placed it on the bed.  Jenna picked it up and started
inspecting it.

   "Are you sure you get to wear this tonight?  The week isn't over yet,"
Jenna pointed out.

   "Yeah," I smiled.  "This isn't a school event.  The dojo classes and
school classes are independent of each other, though a few of the students
from school do go to the dojo."

   "Are we going to go ahead and go?"

   "Soon," I smiled.  "I gotta change first.  I'd rather not show up at the
dojo in my jammies."

   "Jammies," Jenna giggled and shook her head.  She stood up and smiled.
"Guess I should meet you downstairs then, huh?"

   "Yeah, your parents may not be too keen on me getting all nekid in front
of you."

   "Bit late for that," Jenna rolled her eyes as she stepped out.

   I changed into a simple pair of shorts and one of my favorite,
comfortable shirts with a dragon on the front (I'm a dork, I know).  I
grabbed up my Gi before walking down the stairs leading into my attic room.
I pushed the stairs back up and used the bathroom before going downstairs
to find Jenna.  She was talking with Tony about a possible trip to the mall
this Sunday, an idea that the twins were whole-heartedly supporting.

   "Ready?" Jenna smiled as I walked into the room.

   "Yeah," I nodded.

   Karla poked her head in from her bedroom down the hall.  "Have fun you
two.  Be careful.  Don't get hurt too bad, Sam."

   "I won't," I grinned.  "They make me wear the extra-thick pads so I
won't cry like I used to."

   Karla laughed and waved.

   "I wanna go!" Edd proclaimed excitedly, hopping up and down on the
couch.

   Jenna smirked and glanced at Karla.

   "And have you done your homework yet?" Karla asked.

   "Uh...yes?" Edd tried less than convincingly.

   "Are you lying?" Karla pressed dryly.

   "Yes," Edd muttered glumly.

   "Uh-huh.  Upstairs, now," Karla ordered.  Edd stomped noisily up the
stairs in a little-boy fit of exasperation.

   "See you at dinner," Karla winked, then stepped back into her room.

   "Let's go," Jenna laughed and ruffled Tony's hair as she jumped up from
the couch.

   We drove to the Dojo, just under twenty minutes away from Jenna's house.
Jenna drove this time and we talked about school stuff.  I had a test in
History tomorrow that I really didn't want anything to do with.  We both
decided we were actually kind of looking forward to seeing how today's
drawings in Art turned out, if anyone was willing to show us tomorrow.  It
was simple, relaxed talk, comfortable and oddly familiar for how short a
time we'd known each other.  Maybe that was why we were so attracted to one
another; it just seemed as if we'd been around each other for years.

   The Dojo was a small, simple place.  At the front of the Dojo, several
small benches were situated for guests and parents to view and wait.  At
the other end, a shrine was set up, ornate yet simple, with various small
jade and cherry-wood carvings and statuettes arranged upon it, small
Chinese dragons and monks settled in various meditative or fighting
stances. A scroll hung over the shrine stating the precepts of Ryu-Hon
Kenpo in Japanese characters, with English subtitles below.  A bowl of
incense sat on a low table beside the shrine, two sticks of fragrant and
strong incense glowing softly, tendrils of smoke drifting upward.  Against
the left wall sat the weapons rack, the tools of the weapon art of Kobudo,
ranging from common weapons such as the Bo staff, the three pronged
hand-trident known as Sai, and Nunchaku, to Kama, or hand scythe, and Eku,
a weapon similar to a boat-oar.

   We stretched and warmed up, a thorough and familiar process that
followed the old stretches handed down through generations of knowledge. 
It took nearly a half-hour before our warming up was finished.  After we
were all stretched and warm, class began.  Sensei dedicated most of the
night to instructing on the application of pressure points.  Pressure
points were a pretty advanced area of Kenpo, and though we went over the
most basic and easily accessible ones tonight, it was a bit difficult for
some of the students to grasp.  I knew pressure my pressure point
techniques passably well, but even with all my experience I couldn't match
the casual and light touch Sensei Marcus employed that could make your
whole left side fall numb or your jaw feel as if it were locked into place.
I was partnered with Amelia to practice the pressure points we'd been
shown. She had been training long enough to know these basic points fairly
well.  Sensei Marcus said she needed someone more advanced than her to
polish the little things that made a technique complete and effective.

   "Glad you've finally got some clothes on for once," she mumbled softly,
wincing as I pressed my middle two fingers into the pressure point in the
soft tissue just beneath her mandible, near the corner of her jaw.

   "Yeah, me too," I chuckled.  It was my turn to wince as she applied the
technique to me.  I reached out and gripped her hand and directed it deeper
in under my jaw.  "Right there.  Now lift more with your hand...ah, yeah,
that's it."

   Amelia grinned.  She always grinned when she got a chance to hurt me. 
Devil-woman.

   We went through various other points; the one behind the collar bone,
the joint where the shoulder met the arm, one in the wrist, and the soft
nerve-clusters in the armpits and between the ribs.  It was a precise,
methodical principle of the art, one that required more focus and care than
more standard fighting techniques.  It wasn't something I saw myself using
in a fight, at least not for a long, long time.  But I had seen what Sensei
Marcus could do with pressure strikes during Kumite sparring, and I knew
they could be the most effective way of disabling your opponent.  They were
just immensely impractical if you hadn't damn near mastered them yet, which
I definitely hadn't.

   After about a half-hour of this, we moved on to Kobudo, our weapons
training.  Bo was the weapon of the night, and we went straight into Kata.
Bo was the foundation of all weapons training, according to Ryu-Hon Kenpo
Kobudo tradition, and we trained with it twice as much as any other weapon.
Most people saw the Bo staff as a basic and simple weapon compared to
others, but we employed it with a depth and familiarity that made it our
most effective and deadly weapon.  I could do things with a Bo that I would
never be able to manage with some of the more flashy and impressive weapons
like the Sai or Kama.

   At the end of class I felt as I always did after all was said and done;
refreshed, relaxed, and ready to continue.  I was glad I had come, as I
felt more comfortable and at peace with things than I had all week.

   Amelia walked up to me after Sensei called the class to an end and we'd
bowed out.  She saw Jenna in the sitting area and smiled, waving, before
turning her attention back to me.  "We still going to practice some for the
tournament?"

   "I think," I said slowly.  "Let me check with Jenna and see if she's
cool with us being a bit late."

   "Okay, cool.  I'll come say hi too."

   Jenna hugged me as we stepped off the Dojo floor, then made a face at
how sweaty I was.

   "What did you think?" I grinned.

   "You looked great out there, both of you," Jenna smiled.

   "Thanks," Amelia smiled.  "Do you mind if I borrow him for a few more
minutes?  I need to get some practice in for the Tournament this weekend
and Sam's my usual punching bag."

   "Sure, no problem," Jenna nodded, giving my hand a soft squeeze.

   "We won't be long," I assured her, kissing her forehead.  I nodded to
Amelia, then got a quick sip of water before walking back onto the Dojo
floor.  Most of the students had already stepped into the changing rooms in
the back, though a few lingered to further practice Kata or particular
exercises.

   I faced Amelia and we bowed to one another.  I settled into a fighting
posture, my hands extended before me and my knees comfortably bent.  I
arched a brow at her questioningly.  "How heavy do you want me to be?"

   "Give me all you can without hurting me," Amelia nodded.

   Amelia was a green belt, with a stripe.  Our Dojo's belt system was
different from most Dojo's, at least by appearances.  We only had four
belts; white, green, brown, and black.  Between the belts fell stripes,
which were considered a full and substantial rank.  She had been training
two and a half years compared to my nine.

   That said, Amelia could take a surprising amount of punishment.

   I lunged forward, my feet maintaining stable contact with the ground as
I led with a high front-kick, my heel aiming for her chest.  Instead of
skipping back, Amelia stepped into the kick, lunging to the side and into
my guard.  She tried to grab my leg but I pulled it back before she could
grip it.  I struck her belly with an open-palm strike with just enough
force to make her know it would have been bad had I put real power behind
it.  She blocked my next body-shot with her forearm and tried to drive a
hook into my face.  I lunged out of range, then came back in with a looping
round-house kick to her outer thigh.  She stepped in again, this time
trying to drive a cross elbow into my midsection.  I caught the elbow with
my left forearm.  I pushed against her arm, pressing her back as I launched
a short hook with my right hand.

   As Amelia leaned back she gripped my left arm and gave it a yank, using
my momentum to drag me forward.  I flowed with the movement, focusing on
using my advancing leg to check and turn the low kick she struck with
instead of fighting to keep my feet.  I briefly touched the ground with one
knee, but I was up and advancing into Amelia's guard before she could
attack.  I planted one hand into her abdomen and used the other to grip her
thigh, pulling her leg as I rose up and pushed at an upward angle.  My low
position allowed me to get my weight under her and maneuver her off her
feet.  I gave an extra firm tug on her leg at the same time I shoved her
sharply in the middle, and her legs slipped from under her as she fell
back. I hastily gripped the front of her GI to help ease her less violently
down.

   Amelia hopped up and we had a few more exchanges.  I pushed her pretty
hard, but she pushed back with everything she had.  Her knuckles rapped on
the corner of my brow at one point and left a raised, red bump.  I grinned
and nodded at her, admitting that she had had me.  In the next moment I
sidestepped a solid punch and gripped her wrist, yanking her forward and
lunging around her side.  My free arm shot forward and wrapped around her
throat as I maneuvered behind her and dragged back.  I drove my heel into
the back of her knee and tightened my arm around her throat enough to show
her that she wasn't going anywhere.  I let her back up after she tapped my
thigh to show my point was well taken.

   Fifteen minutes later we bowed to each other, both of us puffing
slightly and grinning.  I walked into the men's changing area and emerged
in my street clothes.  I walked off the dojo floor and found Sensei Marcus
conversing softly with Jenna.  They both looked up at me as I sat down
beside her.  Sensei Marcus sucked a breath through his teeth as he saw the
red mark on my face, a gesture that generally meant he was about to poke
fun at someone.

   "You really should stop letting the under-belt students beat you up," he
reproached me.

   "I wish I was," I grumbled softly, even as I grinned at him.  "It's not
my fault if the girl doesn't have enough respect to let me win."

   "I heard that," Amelia growled as she stepped up to us.

   "Remind me never to make you mad," Jenna told her.

   "If you figure out how to avoid that, let me know," I said, putting an
arm around Jenna.

   "Me too," Sensei Marcus suggested.

   "I'm not that bad," Amelia sighed.  "I'm working on being nice, really."

   My eyes boggled playfully at that.  "This is you being nice?"

   Amelia smacked me in the same spot where she had tagged me earlier, but
on the other side of my face this time.

   "Now you match," Sensei Marcus teased.

   "Joy," I said darkly.

   Amelia laughed and smiled.  "I've gotta get going, my ride is waiting.
Thanks for helping me, Sam."

   She bowed to Sensei Marcus and me, then walked to the door.

   "Well, I know you two need to get going as well," Sensei Marcus nodded
as he stood up.  We shook hands, then he clasped my back in a light hug. 
He turned to Jenna and shook her hand, smiling at her.

   "You're welcome to come any time.  I hope to see you again sometime. 
And think about what I said."

   "Definitely," she smiled.  "Thank you."

   Jenna and left and hopped into her car.  I raised a brow at her but
didn't say anything.

   "He invited me to try a few lessons if I wanted, for free," she
explained.

   My brows went up at that and I thought about it for a moment.  "Are you
interested in that?"

   "I'm not sure if I'm up to it," she said slowly.  "You guys seem pretty
serious."

   "We are," I nodded.  "But we're not stupid about it.  Most of the
students that showed up tonight are the serious ones, and most of us have
been doing this a while.  But we know some people haven't had any kind of
experience with this kind of thing.  We generally have the philosophy that
you should do what you can, but only what you can."

   "It is really interesting," Jenna smiled.  "And it was cool watching you
do it.  I think I would be interested.  Plus..."

   Her words trailed to a halt and I glanced at her.  After the silence had
stretched to an uncomfortable length, I prodded, "Plus what?"

   Jenna still didn't answer for a moment.  She glanced at me and I knew
what she said as soon as I saw her eyes.  Still, she said, "Plus, I could
learn to defend myself...so nothing like that would happen again."

   I nodded slowly and reached out to gently squeeze her hand.  "I'd be
there to protect you...but you're right.  It would be a good thing.  And it
might help you feel better about things.  More secure."

   "Maybe," Jenna said softly.

   We made the rest of the drive in silence.  We walked into the house to
find leftovers of dinner cold but waiting for us.  The house was quiet,
subdued, though it seemed like everyone was home.

   "Probably in the living room," Jenna guessed.

   I stuck my head into the living room to discover she was right; the TV
was on, though it was on quietly, and Tony and the twins were sitting on
the couch watching it.  Jessica and Ashley were talking softly.  Edd was
laying on the floor, facing the TV, coloring in a coloring book.  Mr. 
Mathew's was sitting in his recliner.  He caught my eye and nodded, but
seemed to be wrapped up in whatever they were watching.  I wasn't sure
where Theo or Karla were.

   "Karla makes a pretty good pot-roast," Jenna informed me as I sat down
beside her at the dinner table.  After a few bites, I decided she was
right. I tried to remember the last time I had had pot-roast.  Years,
probably.  How long since I'd had homemade pot-roast?  Even longer.

   "How are you feeling?" I asked.

   Jenna gave me a questioning look.  "I'm fine.  Why?"

   I shrugged slightly and swallowed my food.  "I dunno.  You've kinda been
through a lot lately.  I worry about you."

   She watched me for a few minutes, her eyes scanning my face.  She seemed
to be trying to decide something.  Then she smiled and gave my hand a
squeeze.  "You really are sweet, Sam.  I'm fine, really.  I'm sorry I'm
worrying you."

   "I didn't say you worry me, I said I worry about you," I stated. 
"There's a difference."

   "How do you figure?"

   "Oh, I don't know," I muttered.  "It's like...if you worried me, that
would be something you initiated.  It'd be a reaction I was having, I
guess. But worrying about you...that's voluntary.  Nothing has to happen
for me to worry about someone, especially someone I care about.  I just do.
It's more a matter of caring that worrying, I think."

   Jenna smiled softly and leaned in to kiss me softly.

   I grinned at her as we drew apart.  "Careful.  I almost didn't swallow
the pot-roast juice before you did that."

   "Yummy," Jenna giggled.

   "Is that a complement, then?" Karla asked as she stepped into the
kitchen behind us.

   "Yes," Jenna and I said at once, then laughed.

   "Uh-huh," Karla grinned.  She pulled a carton of juice out the fridge
and, glancing at it, put it back and fished a coke out instead.

   "I thought you were trying to wean yourself from caffeine?" Jenna asked.

   "Trying," Karla grumbled.

   "You too, huh?" I smiled at Karla.  "I'm thoroughly addicted, I'm
afraid. Total junkie."

   "Really?  You don't seem to be especially buggy like most caffeine
addicts are," Karla offered.

   I chuckled softly.  "If you'd known me a few years back you would've
said otherwise.  I still have instances of hyperactivity, but I've managed
to get it a bit under-thumb."

   "Sounds like Edd.  Minus the under-thumb bit, I mean," Jenna laughed.

   Karla rolled her eyes, but there was affection in them.  "That boy.  I
swear, he has ADD or something."

   "Could be worse," I grinned.  "He could have Tourettes."

   "Don't say that!" Karla laughed.  "He's got a runaway mouth as it is."

   Jenna playfully swatted my shoulder.  "You're so optimistic."

   "I know," I smirked.  "I'm a regular ray of sunshine, huh?"

   "You're my ray of sunshine," Jenna said, preening mischievously.

   "And on that note, I'm going to my room," Karla said, casting a wink our
way.

   "Karla!" Jenna whined.

   Karla laughed and walked out of the kitchen.

   "So," Jenna spoke after several moments of comfortable silence.  We'd
finished our food and sat staring at one another.  She braced her elbows on
the table and rested her chin in her hands as she watched me.  A thick
tendril of rich brown silk dangled along one side of her face, framing the
gently angled jaw line and full cheekbone and contrasting the pale cream of
her skin and the soft, delicate pink in her cheeks.  I stared at her,
enraptured by the sight of her all over again.  My eyes met hers and I felt
myself quickly and wonderfully becoming lost in that liquid chocolate
gaze...

   "Sam?" Jenna asked.  I started and shook my head.  Okay, so I really did
get lost for a minute there.

   "Sorry," I grinned sheepishly.  "Say that again?"

   Jenna shook her head, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.  "I asked
you why you got into martial arts."

   "Ah," I muttered.  I shrugged a bit a smirked.  "My Dad decided it for
me, mostly.  He wanted me to learn some discipline and self-control."

   "Were you a trouble maker?" Jenna smirked teasingly.

   I shrugged and glanced down at the table.  "Probably.  But that wasn't
the issue...I'm sure you've noticed I'm not exactly a big intimidating guy,
huh?"

   "Not when you've got your clothes on," she giggled.

   I laughed and arched a brow at her, but continued my story.  "I've
always been a runt.  Runts get picked on.  Unfortunately, I never took very
well to being picked on.  I've always had a pretty short fuse, and I wasn't
very good at walking away when I was younger.  So any time a bully would
even start picking on me, I pounced."

   "So beating down guys twice your size isn't a new trick for you?"

   "Oh, I wouldn't say I beat them down," I laughed.  " `Guys twice my
size' is pretty accurate...but more often than not they beat the shit out
of me.  Not that I didn't try, of course.  I fought back as well as I
could. In the meantime I started getting a bad reputation with teachers and
what not.  I didn't exactly initiate fighting, but I certainly didn't avoid
it.

   "So, between my temper getting me into trouble and coming home with a
bloodied face, my Dad decided something had to be done.  He thought I
needed some discipline, but I also needed to learn how to really defend
myself.  He checked around the area for various Dojos, and eventually found
Sensei Marcus.  The rest is pretty much history."

   Jenna nodded and sipped her drink as she leaned back in her seat. 
"That's not really all though, is it?  Did you get in more fights after
that?"

   "No, actually," I shrugged.  "I kinda idolized Sensei Marcus, so when he
told me I shouldn't get in fights, I actually wanted to do what he said. 
It was hard, but I learned self restraint.  I got picked on more, yeah, but
I took up the practice of walking away or disarming the situation.  I
didn't want to fight anymore; it seemed stupid."

   "So Wednesday..." Jenna ventured.

   "Was the first time I've been in a fight in years.  And the first time
I've ever really used my training," I nodded.

   Jenna fell silent, and I fidgeted a bit.  I didn't want to the
conversation to fall on a subject that would upset her, so I said, "Your
turn."

   "Huh?" Jenna asked.

   "I told you something most people don't know about me.  So it's your
turn."

   "Oh," Jenna smiled.  She leaned back in her seat for a moment and looked
thoughtful.  After a moment, her eyes dropped to the table and she softly
said, "I was anorexic.  Once."

   My whole body tensed.  "What?"

   "I'm not anymore," she assured me quickly.  "And I won't be again.  I'm
done with that."

   "Did your parents know?"

   "No," Jenna shook her head.  She let out a soft sigh.  "No one did.  It
wasn't something I was proud of."

   "Do you want to talk about it?" I gently suggested.  I didn't want to
push her too far...I could tell this wasn't a very comfortable subject for
her.  But I also badly wanted to know why she would have considered such a
thing.

   She shrugged and glanced at me, her eyes awkward but honest.  "It was my
freshman year.  I...well, you know.  I'm not exactly the skinniest person
in the world."

   "So?" I challenged, then realized maybe asserting anything wouldn't be
the best idea this exact moment.  "Go on."

   "It wasn't a very good time for me," Jenna continued.  "I didn't have
any friends...and I'm not really very outspoken, if you haven't noticed.  I
felt alone and I was kind of depressed and confused.  I was also growing
these things," here she motioned at her bust, "and it was freaking me out,
because I had the biggest chest in school.  I was really self conscious
about them, and, well, all my other curves.

   "So," she sighed deeply, "I decided to do something about it.  I figured
if I just didn't eat, I'd lose weight, and my figure would stop growing. 
It didn't last that long...a month or two, I guess.  By then I had a few
friends, and started feeling slightly less self-conscious.  And it was
hurting me...hunger pains and weakness and all that.  I decided it just
wasn't worth how much I was hurting myself, and started eating again.  I
also had a relapse into it when I started going to school at Monroe, but I
became friends with Derik and Theresa soon enough."

   I gently reached out to cup her cheek, running my thumb along her skin
as I gazed into her eyes.  "You're beautiful, you know.  I mean it.  Don't
ever think otherwise."

   Jenna smiled and turned slightly to kiss my hand.  "Thank you, Sam."

   We talked for a bit longer, then washed out dishes and put them away. 
Karla and Mr.  Mathew's came in to wish us good-night.  Mr.  Mathew's
sternly told us not to stay up too late.  The kids ran in at various points
after that to wish us good night.  Tony got a Coke and nodded our way, then
headed upstairs.  Theo was curt and closed when he came to retrieve a
snack, and barely acknowledged us.  I wondered what his problem was.  But
then, he was just about to enter into his teen years.  I wasn't exactly Mr.
Bright-and-sunny at his age, either.

   At about 9:45, Jenna and I walked upstairs.  We lingered at her door and
I held her in my arms for several moments.  We kissed, a light, lingering,
gentle kiss that stirred my blood in more ways than one.  My hands trailed
along her spine, rubbing lightly and reveling in the simple feel of her.

   I went up to my attic room and switched the light on.  I looked around
the room.  It was as empty and featureless as I'd left it, but it was home,
for now.  And it was somehow immeasurably better than the room I'd left
behind.  I stripped to my boxers and switched the light off, then flopped
onto my bed with a contented sigh.

   Time passed, a minute and an hour blending undiscernibly.  A glance at
the small alarm-clock revealed the former to be closer to the truth.  I
glanced at the ceiling and braced my hands behind my head.  I could feel a
soft smile curling my lips, and pondered that for a moment.  I was happy
about...what?  Jenna, of course.  Everything seemed to return to her
lately, and I was perfectly okay with that.  Amazing, how a single person
could affect such changes in you.  So many things were different now.  I
had finally separated myself from my Mother.  I finally had a girl who I
felt a real, deep connection with, the kind of connection I had wanted for
years.  And I felt happy, really happy, for the first time in a long time.

   Strange how I realized that.  I hadn't been happy.  Not for a very long
time.  Months.  Years, maybe.  Oh, I was relatively okay, maybe even close
enough to happy that I hadn't even noticed the difference.  But it had
mostly been me convincing myself I was happy.  It was easy enough to do,
when you felt you didn't have a choice.  For a long time, I had been doing
my best to be optimistic.  One of the notions that I enjoyed most in my
martial training was the notion of balance, physically, mentally, and
spiritually.  I realized now that I had been striving so hard toward a
sense of balance, a bit of light to offset the darker parts of my life,
that I had forced myself toward it.  I wondered what that said about me,
for good or ill.

   It didn't matter, though.  Now I was happy.  And all because of Jenna. I
swore to myself that I would do everything I could to keep this wonderful
girl happy and safe, and the thought made me smile even wider.

   I jumped as a soft creak filled the room, a quiet sound that seemed
deafening in the quiet confines of my attic room.  I glanced at the clock.
I'd been laying there lost in thought for almost an hour.  I glanced in the
direction of the noise.

   Jenna's head popped up from the attic stairs.  I'd forgotten to lock
them.  She climbed up into the room, then pulled the attic steps up and
gingerly easing the stairs/door up so it wouldn't thud loudly.

   I watched her, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and seeing her by the
sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains draped across the single
window.  She was wearing a tank-top and what was either short pajama shorts
or a pair of boxers.  Her hair was loose and swishing around her, thick and
rich and vaguely resembling some sort of shroud.  I smiled at her, a smile
she returned as she turned to face me after firmly locking the lock in the
door/stairs.  She walked toward me.

   I scooted over, expecting her to sit on the bed beside me.  Instead, she
climbed onto the bed and onto then me, straddling my lap and leaning across
my body.  Her lips met mine in a warm, moist embrace as her fingers spread
along my chest and felt at the muscles under my skin.  Her hair fell around
both of us, a thick fall of silky blackness that completed the dark of the
room.

   I hesitated for the briefest instant before my hands rose and gripped
her, holding her tight.  I answered her kiss with a suddenly overwhelming
thrum of passion and want.  My tongue slid along her plump, wonderful lips.
Her lips parted and her tongue met mine in a frantic dance of slick
undulation.  My hands gripped and massaged the delicious curve of her
spine, delighting in the feel of her arching lower back before roving
downward and groping the erotic swell of her ass.  I fondled and gripped
her ass, squeezing and kneading the juicy rounded flesh, feeling the firm,
tight muscle under the soft layer of flesh.

   My cock was throbbing in eager lust, responding keenly to the heat
between her thighs.  Our loins were separated only by a few meager pieces
of cloth.  Jenna moaned into my mouth, a thrilling sound that drove my
excitement even higher.  My hands roamed down to her firm, slender thighs
and up her sides toward the enormous rounding of her bust.  Her tongue
swirled around mine and dipped into my mouth, compelling me to suck on it
gently as my fingers kneaded the outer swell of her tits.  She responded to
this, pressing her breasts even more firmly into my chest.

   After several moments of joined mouths and wiggling bodies, Jenna drew
back and took a deep breath.  "I need you," she breathed simply, and it was
all she had to say.

   She sat up straight and I helped her to pull her top away, revealing her
assets to me.  I gazed upon her as her boobs jiggled heavily in the narrow
moonlight.  I leaned forward and gripped them, squeezing and cupping as my
face lowered to her flesh.  I ran my tongue along the one sloping breast
and then the next, licking and tasting her as her fingers ran through my
short hair.  Jenna cooed softly, her hips working slowly in my lap and
grinding her covered pussy against my throbbing dick.  She clutched my head
to her bosom as I found a nipple and drew it deeply into my mouth.  My
tongue flicked rapidly over it, at once tasting and stimulating the
immediately thick and swollen nub.  My lips worked along the pink areola as
my fingers kneaded the full surrounding flesh.  Jenna tossed her head in
pleasure, her thick brown hair falling behind her back and away from me,
creating a pleasant swish along my face.

   Almost frantically we shed the rest of our clothes, her shorts and
panties tumbling onto the floor along with my boxers.  My hands were
exploring her body desperately, feeling the soft wonder of her flesh and
the swell of curves along my trembling fingers.  I was shaking slightly
with the desire I felt for her, and I could feel the tremors of lust
shifting along her.  My hand slid ever lower and nestled between her
thighs.

   I cupped the soft swell of her mound and squeezed, eliciting a moan of
satisfaction from her.  The smooth flesh of her vulva was warm and soft in
my hand, all of womanliness and heated promises.  My fingers dipped between
the full petals of her flower of flesh and explored the deep valley of
pink. I could smell her as I spread her pussy open, a sweet, overpowering
perfume that drove my lust higher still.  Jenna gasped and arched her hips
against my inquisitive hand, spreading the slick juices of her cunt along
my fingers.  I pressed the heel of my palm against the top of her mound,
grinding ever so slightly into her flesh as my fingers traversed the
delicious length of her slit.  I lightly caressed the dimple where her lips
met at the top of her cunt, and I marveled at the feel of her inner pink
clinging to my touch.  It was still so new, so fresh, so wonderfully known
yet unknown to me.  I reveled in her, her touch, her smell, her taste.  She
was my world, just then, and for some time to come.

   Our foreplay did not last long; there would be plenty of time for us to
explore one another slowly and at a soft, loving pace.  Plenty of time in
what, I think, we both expected to be a long sharing of our lives.  Here,
now, we knew only passion and need, and we fully intended to satisfy those
longings with the single-mindedness that our youth demanded of us.

   I pulled Jenna close as she reclaimed her place on my lap and felt her
opening to me, a delicious, slick warmth that enfolded my throbbing cock
and drew it ever deeper.  In one smooth if frantic drop Jenna took me
completely into herself.  I dimly heard, over our labored breathing and
half-voiced moans, the soft, wet squishing of her insides molding around my
cock and drawing it greedily inward.  I felt the soft dripping of her
juices in my short pubes and onto my flesh.  I delighted in her wetness, in
that one more physical expression of her desire and want.  It stroked my
ego, in a way.

   Mostly, it just made me want to fuck her all the more.

   Her hands descended to my chest and rested there, caressing my flushed
skin as I took her hips and held her steady.  Our rhythm was off, at first,
but soon enough we were moving together.  My hips thrust upward to burry my
swollen dick into the clinging embrace of her insides while she rose and
fell in my lap, riding my cock as she panted and moaned her pleasure.  I
shuddered in ecstasy as I felt a convulsive squeeze of her inner walls
radiate down the length of my dick, going in and out like a wave of pink
flesh, squeezing from top to bottom and starting over at the top again.  It
was a brief moment, a spasming of inner muscle contracting around me, but I
basked in every moment and every sensation of it, a gloved fist of purest
velvet flesh squeezing at my sensitive cock.

   For a time, we paused.  After what seemed like at once an eternity and a
moment, we strove to catch our breath while we simply gazed upon each
other. My hands idly massaged her supple hips and her fingers traced a slow
pattern on my chest.  I gazed up at her and her smile was a close match for
mine.  "This is so good," I breathed.  "You feel incredible."

   "God, your cock feels so good...big and deep inside..." she replied,
breathing in short gasps of air.  Her eyes sparkled at me in that
mischievous way they did, and that twinkle was overlaid with the lust
swimming there.  Before her words were even finished her pelvis began a
quick, sensual gyrating that set me to pumping into her cunt again.

   I groaned and thrust into her as deeply as I could, lifting my hips off
the bed and driving the full length of my swollen cock into the silken
embrace of her pussy.  She wiggled her hips, gyrating herself on me and
circling her pussy around my cock.  The soft slurps of her juices mingled
with our breathing and whispers of pleasure.  Her hips drove down to meet
mine, working my cock deeper still into her.  Jenna's breasts wobbled and
bounced on her chest as she rode me.  I reached a hand out, squeezing one
sweat-slick orb and then the other.  My eyes gazed into hers as my fingers
explored the plump flesh and my cock eagerly filled her clinging pink
passage.  I was in heaven, completely and totally in heaven...

   "Sam, oh Sam...I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum on your cock!" Jenna
whimpered.

   I groaned, smiling and energized by her words.  My hands gripped her
wonderful hips and I pounded into her, driving upward hard and fast.  I
pumped my dick into her delicate pussy at a frantic pace.  Jenna's hips
worked to match my pace, fell behind, and continued to work anyway.  I
glanced down to watch the way she began to lustfully grind her mound into
my lap, rubbing her engorged clit and dripping folds against my pubic bone
to send her pleasure even higher.

   "Ah!  Sam!" Jenna wailed as her body tensed and her back arched sharply.
Her hands desperately pawed at me, trying to draw me closer and closer as
her body trembled violently against me.  Her pussy clamped down on me
tightly, milking and tugging at my cock in a way that nearly drew the cum
out of my balls.  I gritted my teeth, willing myself to hold even as I
thrust deliciously into her milking cunt to drive her orgasm ever higher.

   Jenna collapsed onto my chest, panting and gasping for air as her body
quivered, gently now, in the aftershock of orgasm.

   "Are you okay?" I asked softly, smiling down at her and caressing her
wet hair.

   "Yes...d-don't stop...I'm just out of b-breath, but I...I want more..."

   That was all I needed to hear.  I lifted her a bit, gently and
carefully, but with the head of my cock still imbedded in her pussy.  I
rolled, placing her beneath me on her back.  Jenna cooed softly and splayed
her thighs wider on either side of me.

   I gazed upon her, her hair a splash of darkness around her, spread
wildly across the bed and pillows.  Her body glistened with sweat and her
generous tits heaved with her breathing.  My eyes followed their bouncing,
wobbling motion, then traced the sensual dip of her softly rounded belly as
it drew inward as she sucked in a breath of hair, showing the gentle lines
and slopes of her subtle abdominal muscles.

   With a loud groan of arousal I gripped her hips and lunged forward,
plunging sharply back into her.  Jenna cried out and her back arched
slightly off the bed.  I hesitated a moment, the notion that I had hurt her
sending me into a panic.  Then her legs wrapped around me, ensnaring my
waist and drawing me deeper still, insistently pulling me into her cunt's
needy embrace.  I smiled and let out a soft chuckle, feeling immensely
reassured, then began to fuck her.

   I fucked her hard.  I took her.  I gripped her, holding her and
delighting in the feel of her flesh against me as I began driving my cock
into her fuckhole, plunging deeper and deeper as her juices sloshed messily
out of her overstuffed passage to leak down the crack of her ass.  My hands
pawed at her as I lost myself in the feel of her body, becoming more and
more enflamed with instinctual passion by the moment.  Jenna seemed to
welcome it, moaning her pleasure to me loudly and encouraging me with her
hands and body.

   The sheets were becoming tangled about us, but we paid them no mind. 
Both of us were slick and slippery with sweat, making our bodies slide
against each other as we desperately drove together in an ecstatic fuck. 
My cock was drenched and I could feel with a sort of wonder as strings of
juicy cunt honey clung to my short pubes each time I drew back, forming
sticky ropes to connect us between frantic, deep thrusts.  My hands roved
their way up Jenna's body till they found her hands.  I smiled down at her
and, feeling exceptionally bold, gripped her wrists and lifted them over
her head, pinning them to the bed, holding them there, effectively holding
her down and pinning her beneath me.

   Jenna's eyes widened slightly and she gazed up at me, and for a
heart-stopping moment I wondered if she misinterpreted my impulse.  My mind
slammed into the wall that Wednesday afternoon had become and I cursed
myself silently for making such a blunder.

   But where I had made the association, Jenna apparently didn't.  She
grinned up at me and, without straining against my hold, grinded her cunt
heavily into me, sliding her pussy rhythmically along my dick.  I groaned
and plowed into her, pumping my hips forward and driving them into hers,
fucking her deep and fast.  Her groans of pleasure punctuated every thrust,
forming an erotic rhythm that left me quivering with pleasure.

   I held her down, careful not to hurt her even as I used my strength to
better stuff my dick into her yielding pussy.  I leaned down and kissed her
deeply, my lips working passionately against hers.  Her tongue found mine
and swirled around it hungrily.  My hands gripped her wrists and I
stretched her arms higher, almost up to the headboard.  I fucked into her
desperately, feeling my orgasm building as my dick sank to the base into
her clinging hole over and over.  Her smooth, meaty lips wrapped around me
each time, drawing me in to the embrace of her tunnel.

   "Yes!  Yes!" Jenna hissed after several more moments of our feverish
coupling, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming again!  Fuck me, Sam!  Fuck me!"

   I moaned sharply as her fingers ran along my back, almost raking but not
quite.  Her thighs clutched at me, squeezing around my waist and drawing me
deeper as I plunged forward into her gash, forcing her sticky fuck juice to
splatter along both of our thighs.  Her vaginal walls began to milk at my
cock, pulling and sucking at it with quivering hunger.  Jenna's voice rose
to the quietest wail she could manage, and after a moment she turned her
face into the pillow to so that she could scream more fully.  Her hips
writhed against mine, driving forward with an intensity that nearly matched
my own.

   "God, I can't hold it!" I warned a moment before my own orgasm suddenly
overpowered me.  My cock jerked almost painfully and I buried the full
swelling length of it into Jenna's climaxing slit.  My cum blasted
violently out of my cock, splattering messily into her insides and coating
them with gooey ropes of seed.  Jenna clutched at me all the tighter and
her wailing started up again.  I thought, absently, that it was a good
thing the room was soundproof, though most of my attention was focused on
the overwhelming pleasure that radiated through me as I filled my
girlfriend with glob after glob of creamy cum.

   "Jesus," I panted as I collapsed on top of her, the last vestige of my
seed dribbling into Jenna's hole.

   "That...was so...good..." Jenna breathed heavily, sucking in air as she
tried to recover.  I felt her begin to shake underneath me and glanced up
in concern.  She smiled at me and pulled my face to her sweating bosom.  I
nuzzled the plump orbs with my forehead and sank more evenly onto her.

   "You're telling me," I breathed.  "That was incredible."

   "I feel so...stretched," Jenna said.  I glanced up and saw a look of
marvel and awe on her face as she stared out into space.  Her slender
fingers absently ran through my short sweaty curls.

   "Does it hurt?" I ventured.

   "No," she shook her head.  "It feels incredible...I like it."

   "I'm so glad you're mine," I smiled.  "I'm the luckiest guy ever, I
swear."

   "Sam?"

   I looked down at her questioningly.  "Yeah?"

   "You can let my arms go now," she pointed out.  Her eyes were shining
impishly.

   "Shit, sorry!" I exclaimed, grinning sheepishly.

   "It's okay," she nodded.  She blushed softly, and my blood thrilled at
her playful shyness despite my orgasm just moments ago.

   "I liked it, to be honest...it was kinda naughty."

   We remained like that for several moments, till I felt my cock beginning
to shrink out of the warm, messy embrace of her flooded cunt.  I pulled
back, carefully withdrawing before rolling to the side and laying on my
back.

   "That was awesome babe," I smiled at her, leaning over to kiss her
forehead.  She smiled up at me, a tired but immensely pleased look on her
face.  She looked like an angel, laying there naked and glistening in the
moonlight.  My angel.

   I reached for the tissues to wipe off my cock, but Jenna stilled my
hand.

   "I want to try something," she explained, then before my confusion had a
chance to fade, she scooted down on the bed till her face was even with my
limp, juice-coated cock.

   I gazed at her in shock as her lips closed around my cock and sucked
cautiously for a moment.  Her tongue tentatively slid from the base to the
tip of my dick.  The second lick was firmer, and then the third.  Her lips
and tongue began to nurse at my cock, licking the mixture of my cum and her
fuck fluids from the shaft, then swirling to collect the sticky mixture
from my cockhead.  By the time she'd drawn back I was shuddering in
over-stimulated pleasure.

   "God, Jenna, you're gonna get me going again," I muttered with a weak
smile.

   "Sorry," she giggled.  "I just wanted to try it." She scooted up and
curled into the corner of my arm.

   "And?" I ventured?

   She considered for a moment, then nuzzled my neck and glanced up at me.
"Tasted nice to me..."

   I gazed up at the ceiling, smirking softly and considering that as both
of us cooled down.  Jenna was warm and soft in my arms, her bare flesh
pressed up to me.  One of her hands rested on my chest and her hair was
flung across both of us, a drape of brunet silk across my side.  She was
all I'd ever wanted and then some.  Both of us were drifting in that
euphoric half asleep, half awake stupor that follows a good sex romp.  I
could get used to that part of sex.  I could get used to all parts of sex,
really.

   "So," I broke the comfortable silence after I became slightly more
awake. "Did you have fun today?"

   Jenna glanced up at me, a sleepy but immensely satisfied look on her
face.  She nodded slowly, causing her hair to brush against my skin
wonderfully.  "Yeah, I did.  Did you?"

   "You could say that," I chuckled.

   Jenna smirked softly and bumped her forehead cutely against my shoulder.


   "You just like that you got back-to-back blowjobs practically all day,"
she accused teasingly.

   I caressed her back absently.  Her skin was still slightly slick and
quite warm.  She relaxed into me and made a soft sound of approval.  She
nuzzled me affectionately as I rubbed at her more firmly.

   "True," I admitted, "But by the sound of what you've told me, you rather
enjoyed giving back-to-back blowjobs today."

   A small silence followed before Jenna whispered, "Are you jealous?"

   "No," I assured her gently.  I bent my head and pressed my lips to her
brow.  "We talked about this, and we agreed that fooling around was okay,
right?"

   "Right," Jenna nodded hesitantly.

   "So it's fine," I insisted.  "I wouldn't say I was okay with it if I
didn't mean it.  It's our week in the Program, so stuff tends to happen. 
And I'm pretty secure in you coming back to me and being mine when all is
said and done."

   "You'd better believe it," she purred softly.  "The Program is kinda
cool, but you're what's important to me."

   "So are you," I smiled fondly down at her.  "And anyway, I messed around
too, so me getting jealous would be kind of hypocritical."

   "What if I was jealous?" she asked.

   I glanced down at her with an arched brow.  "Are you?"

   "No," she shook her head, "But I probably could be if I let myself."

   I nodded slowly and rubbed in slow circles between her shoulder blades.
"Well if you were, I wouldn't explore any more.  I'm having fun with it and
all, but when it comes down to it none of that matters."

   "Good," Jenna smiled and curled closer to me.  "So did anything else
interesting happen today?"

   I shrugged slightly and shut my eyes as my hand wandered up into her
hair.  "I dunno.  I guess.  About the most noteworthy thing other than our
little sexual adventures has been Amelia smacking me in the face.  Twice."

   Jenna giggled and shook her head.  "She's something else.  She's a good
friend, though, even to me.  And I haven't even known her that long."

   "Yeah," I nodded.  "She's a good girl.  I wish she wasn't so gun-shy of
boys.  She needs a boyfriend."

   "What makes you think that?" Jenna asked.  "She seems like the type who
would be fine just being on her own."

   "I don't think so," I shook my head.  At Jenna's questioning look, I
continued, "She's not as hard as everything thinks she is...I don't know
what it is, but sometimes...I see what she's covering up, I think.  She
needs someone.  I think she needs someone bad."

   "Well, why doesn't she get a boyfriend, then?"

   "I dunno," I shrugged helplessly.  "Maybe she's scared...or maybe she
thinks guys aren't into her.  I'm not really sure.  She seemed to find it
rather shocking when I told her she had a beautiful body today.  Almost
like she couldn't fathom it."

   "You told her that?" Jenna asked with an arched brow.

   "Well, yeah," I stuttered.  "I mean...I do shower with her this week and
all, so I see her in the buff.  And she is beautiful...she's a friend, so
saying that is kinda awkward.  But I don't see a reason to lie."

   "Did you..."

   "Nah," I shook my head.  "I'm..."

   I'm what?  I wasn't sure if I should finish that thought or not.  Jenna
and I had been exploring the outer boundaries of this relationship, and so
far, it stuck...but how would she feel about me expressing interest in
someone she knew?  Someone we both knew and hung out with?  Was that going
too far?  But then again, I'd never liked being dishonest...

   "Well, I'm interested," I ended lamely.

   "And?" Jenna pressed after several moments of silence.

   I squirmed slightly.  "I'm interested in...you know...fucking around
with her.  I think she is too, but she seems to feel kinda guilty about
going in that direction."

   "Why?"

   "I think it's a few things.  For one, I think it would be, y'know, her
first time getting sexual.  And I think she's afraid she's going to mess
our relationship up.  As in yours and mine."

   "Ah," Jenna nodded.  We both were silent for several moments, before she
looked up into my eyes and asked, "Do you want to fuck her?"

   I choked on my surprise for a moment.  I had hardly expected that
question.  I considered how to answer.  I still didn't want to lie, but I
don't think I could bring myself to answer this question quite as boldly as
the last one.

   "I think she needs it," I said slowly.  "I mean...geez...what I mean is,
I think Amelia wants to have sex, wants to start figuring out how those
kind of things feel...but I think she's afraid it may not turn out so well.
I think she needs to explore things with, y'know, someone she trusts."

   "I know how that is," Jenna nodded.  She glanced up at me and her
fingertips traced my jaw.  "Do you think you would be that person?"

   "I don't know," I shrugged.  "Maybe.  I'm not really even sure if she'd
want to, if it came down to it.  But...I..." I took a steadying breath. 
"If she wants me to be that person, I would like to help her...if...well,
if you're okay with that."

   "I might be," she said after a moments pause.  "I like Amelia...and I
think you'd be a good person to be her first."

   Jenna looked thoughtful for a moment.  "How would you feel if I said I
approve?"

   I thought about it.  I nodded slowly and looked down at her.  "I'm going
to be honest...I think I'd like that.  I think I want to see what it's
like...with another girl, I mean.  Just to try.  And I think I'd like to
help Amelia feel better about herself.  Maybe if she sees that she really
is appealing to someone, even if it's just me and all, it'll help her feel
more confident and try to find a guy of her own.  But if, and only if,
you're really okay with that."

   "And what if I had a condition.  And that was...that I got to fuck
someone else, too?"

   I studied her face, trying to mull over how that made me feel.  Did I
feel some possessiveness?  Of course I did.  A part of me balked at the
notion and insisted that she was mine and there was no way I was about to
share.  But...

   "As long as this is just something that happens while we're in the
Program...and you don't go deciding that you prefer someone over me...I'm
okay with that.  It's only fair that you get to explore if I do."

   Jenna nodded and scratched lightly at the stubble under my chin.  "I do
think Amelia could take some good from it.  And...I'm curious too. 
So...like I said, as long as you're okay with my condition, it's fine with
me."

   "Okay," I nodded, swallowing heavily.  I felt a prickle of unease, but
it was mingled with a tingling of arousal and excitement at the thought of
this deal we were making.

   "Are you really sure?" Jenna ventured.

   I pulled her closer and snuggled into her.  I gave a thick yawn, which
made Jenna giggle as well, before letting loose with a yawn of her own.

   "No," I replied.  "But I think it'll be okay."

   "Maybe we should talk about it more tomorrow?  Make sure we're not just
thinking about all this while on a post-sex high?  Or being on the edge of
falling asleep, for that matter."

   "Good idea," I agreed.

   "I'm tired," Jenna stated.

   "Me too," I chuckled.  "Let's get some sleep.  We're gonna have to get
up early and get showered or we'll both smell like sex all day."

   Jenna giggled.  "Not necessarily a bad thing if we're going to be
running around school naked being molested all day."

   "True," I smiled.  I bent down to kiss her forehead.  "Goodnight,
Jenna."

   She smiled up at me, and craned her neck up to me to kiss me. 
"Goodnight, Sam.  I love you."

   I fell asleep with my love in my arms.  I hoped this would be the
standard for the rest of my nights from now on.

   End Chapter 8

   This chapter took a long time for me to finish, and I apologize.  As
some of you know, I'm now in a rather intense accelerated nursing Program
(not the naked variety I'm afraid ^^; ) which is now occupying almost all
of my time.  My writing rate has slowed to a near crawl, and the added
brain activity makes even the little time I get to write sluggish and
ineffective at times.  I again apologize for the delay, and the future
delays.

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