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

   Tuesday, Afternoon

   Sam

   "So you think she's pissed?" I asked.

   "Maybe not pissed.  More likely she's hurt or upset.  Girl's
get like that," Amelia replied.

   "How would you know?" I grinned.

   Amelia gave me a sour look.  "Just because I'm barely a girl
doesn't mean I'm as dense as a guy."

   I nodded and `tsk'ed.  "This really sucks.  I think she got
the totally wrong idea about this whole relief thing."

   "So quit whining about it to me and explain it to her, der,"
Amelia grumbled.

   "What if she didn't think anything about it though?  Then I'll
just be ranting about shit she didn't even consider and look
stupid."

   "You look stupid anyway," Amelia grinned.  "And she was
thinking about it, trust me."

   "Thanks," I said sarcastically.  I grabbed some milk and moved
along in the lunch line.

   "With friends like you its no wonder I have such unwavering
confidence through all this."

   "Glad I could help," Amelia chuckled.

   I glared at her and stole the apple off her tray in a rather
useless attempt to spite her.

   "It can't be that bad," Amelia laughed as she grabbed a new
apple.

   "You don't have random girls feeling you up every other
minute."

   "Oh, poor you!" she snickered.  "I'd probably be more likely
to be felt up by girls than by guys if I were in the Program
anyway."

   "That's because you go out of your way to scare the bejesus
out of any guy who sees you," I pointed out.

   "How do you figure?" Amelia scoffed.

   We got the last of our crappy little meal -pizza again, argh-
and paid for it.  "Because most of the bruises I get in Martial
Arts are from you."

   "And how does that mean I scare guys?" she asked.

   "The situation answers itself if you think about it.  Anyway,
are you trying to tell me you're not a total tom-boy?" I asked.

   Amelia snorted.  "What do you think?"

   "I think I'm right," I grinned.

   "First time for everything," Amelia replied.

   "Hush or I'll throw my pizza at you," I said threateningly.

   "I think you may have just found a better use for pizza than
eating it," Amelia muttered.

   We walked as we talked, winding our way through the lunch room
with me doing my best to avoid bumping people with my nakedness.

   "Where's Andy?" Amelia asked as we reached our usual table,
then looking at me with even more confusion as I walked past it.

   "We've relocated for the week," I replied.  "Come on, we're at
the table in the back away from all the clothed people."

   Amelia and I arrived at the group clustered around the same
table as yesterday.  Andrew was already there, along with Mikey,
Derik, Jenna, and a girl I didn't know.  As soon as I saw Jenna
my throat got a bit tight and I had to let out a deep breath to
keep my tray from shaking.  She was so completely gorgeous.  And
I was pretty sure I'd seriously pissed her off. It was a
nightmare.  I was pretty sure the girl of my dreams thought I was
an ass.

   "I've officially entered Naked Land," Amelia muttered as she
took her seat next to Andrew.  I sat on his other side.

   "You're not in naked land unless you're naked," Andrew
returned.

   "Shut up Andy," Amelia growled, then smiled and extended a
hand across the table to Jenna.

   "I'm Amelia Bolm, I have gym with Sam.  Nice to meet you."

   Jenna smiled and took the offered hand.  "Jenna, Jenna
Mathews.  Sam's partner.  Nice to meet you too."

   Several moments were spent on exchanged introductions all
around.  The Latina girl was Theresa Montoya.  Jenna had
mentioned her the other day.  I smiled a greeting to her, then
noticed the subtle way she and Andy were eyeing each other.  Ok,
subtle may be too strong a word.  I'm pretty sure they were
imagining the other being as naked as...well, me.  I smirked and
elbowed Andy in the ribs.

   "So now one big group is formed thanks to the naked people,"
Amelia commented.

   "Don't let the Program people hear you say that.  You'll
encourage them," Derik mumbled.

   "Don't mind him," Jenna laughed, "His whole existence is one
giant conspiracy theory."

   "And a pyro fantasy," I pointed out.

   "Yes, that's definitely Derik," Theresa agreed.  She turned
her grin on Derik.  "You're going to set your hair on fire one
day, and then you'll be bald.  And no one likes a creepy pale
bald dude."

   "I'd still be cool," Derik insisted.

   "When did school become the looney bin?" Amelia smirked.

   "Since you checked in," Andy teased.

   "I dunno, I think we all mesh pretty well," I said.

   "Meaning we're all weird," Jenna giggled.

   "Hey, I'm not weird," Mikey protested.  "Not weird like you
people at least."

   "Yeah, but you are naked, so you fit in the...er...club, as it
were," Andy said.

   "Speaking of clubs, I`m going to form one," Derik announced.

   "A club?  You?" Theresa scoffed.

   "Yes me.  What's that supposed to mean?" Derik complained.

   Theresa and Jenna rolled their eyes at the same time.

   "You're not exactly Mr.  Socialite," Theresa pointed out.

   "What kind of club are you starting?" Amelia asked.

   "An anti-Program club," Derik replied.  "Something has to be
done."

   Amelia looked at Jenna.  "Is he serious?"

   "Knowing him?  Yes." She replied.

   "Hey, I AM sitting here," Derik grumbled.

   "He's a loon," Theresa added.  "But it's really a cover for
the fact that he's scared no one likes him."

   "Hey!" Derik exclaimed.

   "And he's worried that he'll end up in the Program and people
will make fun of his hairy shoulders," Jenna said.

   Derik turned bright pink.  "I do not have shoulder hair."

   "And his butt acne," Theresa chuckled.  She ducked as Derik
threw a spoonful of peas at her.  The table started laughing,
except for Derik, who looked on the verge of starting a real food
fight.

   "This is such a loving and sweet group," Mikey laughed.  "I'm
glad I'm in it."

   "Hang around long enough and you may get food flung at you
too," Amelia said.

   "Now would be the ideal time, really," Mikey replied.  "At
least it can't fuck up my clothes."

   "Silly boys and their obsession with fashion and clothes,"
Amelia muttered, which made Mikey laugh.

   "I really am starting a club," Derik insisted.  "Ok, so maybe
not an anti-Program club.  Maybe...a willing to wait club?"

   "You just want to be in charge for once," Jenna snickered.

   "Yeah," Derik admitted.

   "You'll be the only one in there," Andy pointed out.  "No one
in high school would willingly join a willing to wait club. 
That's like...social suicide."

   "Jenna would," Derik insisted.

   "No Jenna wouldn't," Jenna quipped.  Derik's face dropped.

   "But...you...why not?" He demanded.

   "Because willing to wait clubs are stupid," Jenna replied.

   "I gotta hear this," Theresa chuckled.

   "Yeah, no kidding.  From little miss shaking like a leaf on
first day of Program?" Mikey added.

   "Look, the private school I went to had one of those clubs ok?
 But no one in them is ever actually willing to wait.  All but
like, two of the members are giant whores who pretend to they're
willing to wait while they screw around in the meantime," Jenna
explained.  "Half the time with other people in the club!  Holier
than thou hypocrisy I can do without, thank you."

   "Why do I get the feeling that Catholic School isn't nearly
what it's cracked up to be?" I asked.

   "You get a better education," Theresa suggested.  "Otherwise
it's the same as normal school, full of sex addicts and teenage
potheads. Only they claim they aren't."

   "Wait a minute," Derik said.  "You went to a Catholic school?"

   "Freshman year," Theresa replied.  "Come on.  I'm Mexican.  My
whole family is Mexican.  My brother is named Jesus and my pa
wanted to name me Maria.  What did you expect me to be,
Buddhist?"

   "Is being racist against yourself healthy?" Mikey asked.

   "Dunno, but it's fun," Theresa giggled.

   We continued to idly chat and generally be weird as we ate. We
were an odd bunch, but somehow (maybe because of the forced
nudity, maybe not...) we seemed to mesh well enough.

   "So how many of us have been in the Program so far?" Andy
asked.

   "Well, obviously us," I smirked.

   "Liar," Andy chuckled.

   "I have," Theresa added.

   "Wow.  That means the majority of this table has walked around
nudie at school," Amelia observed.

   "Yep," Andrew replied.  "And you're gonna be up next sooner or
later."

   "You're one to talk, dumbass," Amelia laughed.

   "Being in the Program isn't so bad.  If you're lucky you get
compliments," Theresa said.

   "Yeah.  You get compliments or you get traumatized," Mikey
snickered.

   "That too," Theresa giggled.

   "No way man.  Bunch of people grabbing all over you..." Derik
shuddered.

   "Give it up Derik.  We know you want the attention," Jenna
laughed.

   "Everyone wants the attention," Mikey added.

   "Not I," Amelia scowled.  "I'd break some fingers as soon as
let some asshole touch me."

   "That's because you're a sweety," Andy grinned.

   "Quiet you," Amelia replied.  "Derik ain't the only one who
can throw pea's you know."

   "You'll have to go through the Program eventually," I reminded
Amelia. "We all do."

   Amelia sighed and ran a hand through her short hair.  "I know.
 Damn my father for not affording private school.  And for not
putting me on the exempt list."

   "Private school again?  We're repeating ourselves," Mikey
observed.

   "So?  At least our fucked up looping conversation is
distracting us from this...wonderful...cuisine," Andy said and
cringed as he took another nervous bite of the crappy cafeteria
pizza.

   The conversation went on in its scattered and strange way with
everyone talking near at once and speaking over each other. 
Jenna, Theresa, and Amelia talked the most, and Amelia seemed to
be getting on with them really well.  If they ended up becoming
friends, real friends, I was pretty sure Jenna and Theresa would
be the only female friends Amelia had.

   The bell rang.  We got up and took our trays to the tray rack
and started saying our goodbye's as we walked out the cafeteria.
I grabbed Andrew by the elbow and pulled him in closer.

   "Somethin' wrong Andy?  You were damn quiet during lunch," I
said, giving him a look.

   "Not uh.  I talked," he mumbled as he smacked my hand away.

   "I didn't say you didn't talk, I said you were quiet.  Usually
you're Mr. conversation," I replied.

   "I was distracted."

   "Uh-huh," I grinned.  "I never knew you liked Latina's."

   Andy turned red.  It was the first time I'd ever seen him
anything but completely composed.  "What the hell are you talking
about?"

   "After the lecture you gave me this morning I know you're not
going to go denying crushes," I said.

   "Shut up," Andrew hissed.  He glanced over his shoulder, but
Theresa was busy talking with Jenna and Amelia.  "Lay off, ok? 
It's not a big deal."

   "Alright," I sighed dramatically.  "But I could always find
out if she likes you you know."

   Andy narrowed his eyes at me.  "You wouldn't dare."

   "Jenna'd know," I said.

   "Look, I know I'm a wimp, but if you say anything to anyone
I'm gonna strangle you," Andy replied.

   "Sheesh.  And you said I was touchy," I chuckled.

   Andrew sighed and the steam seemed to go out of him.  "C'mon
Sam, please? I need to figure this out first.  You know I'm not
good with women."

   "What're you talking about?  The ladies love you," I scoffed.
"I constantly hear about girls who think you're cute and stuff."

   "So?  That doesn't mean I'm good with girls.  You know how my
last relationship went."

   Oh.  That.  I hadn't even been thinking.  The relationship
Andy was talking about had not exactly ended too well .I nodded
and patted Andrew on the back.  "Loud and clear Andy.  But she's
a cutie.  Don't let a fish like her get away."

   "Shh," Andy muttered, but he smiled and me and I could tell he
appreciated me backing off.  Andy was right.  And if he was still
dealing with his last relationship issues, I sympathized with
him.

   "Sam?  Um, can I talk to you for a minute?"

   I glanced back to see Jenna standing with her arms crossed
under (not over, I noted, which would probably count as a
`Program violation' ) her breasts and hugging herself.

   I glanced at Andy who gave me a nod and said, "See ya, bro."

   I waved to Andy and waited for Jenna to fall into step with
me.  We walked for a few feet, our group having dispersed for
classes. Derik had even taken a different route to art or
something, because he wasn't walking with us anymore.

   "Lunch was interesting," I said, mostly to break the sudden
tension that had settled over us.  We had left the cafeteria
sooner than we'd realized, and as a result there were no
requesters hanging around us, and very few people in the halls. 
Just the two of us.

   "Yeah.  It's nice to see our friends getting along well,"
Jenna replied. She reached up with one hand to tuck a thick lock
of dark hair behind her ear.  Damn she was beautiful...

   "I'm glad you talked to Amelia.  I kinda worry about her
sometimes," I told her.  "She doesn't have any girl friends. 
She's too much of a tomboy I guess."

   "She's cool.  A lot tougher than me of course.  But she's
nice," Jenna said.

   I nodded and another awkward silence followed us for a few
moments.

   "Sam...I wanted to tell you I'm sorry," Jenna said slowly.  I
glanced at her.  She was watching her feet as we walked.

   "For what?" I asked.  "You didn't do anything."

   "Yeah I did," she murmured, looking up at me now.  She
wouldn't quite meet my eyes, but she was trying.  "I freaked out
on you before third period.  I just kinda flipped and didn't say
anything to you, and then I ran away.  That really wasn't nice of
me."

   I stopped.  We were just a few feet from our classroom.  My
eyes scrutinized her face closely, trying to read her emotions.

   "It's ok.  I know stuff like that happens.  Considering all
the stuff we're going through this week, I can't blame you for
panicking a bit.  It can get pretty overwhelming, huh?" I tried
to smile in a way that would comfort her.

   Jenna finally met my eyes and smiled softly.  "I know.  But
even still, I should've handled things better."

   "It's ok," I assured her.  I swallowed and decided to try and
approach what I thought may have made her freak.  "I was just
afraid I said or did something that...I dunno...spooked you?"

   Jenna shook her head again.  "It wasn't you Sam, it was me.
Promise. And I way overreacted and spazzed out way more than I
should have.  You're my partner and you're there to help me,
right?  I shouldn't have run away from you."

   "It's ok.  Maybe you just needed some breathing room." I said
with a smile.

   We walked into Art.  Mr.  Nunimeier was setting some stuff up
on the far side of the room and ignored us.

   "You're right though, you know," I said.

   "What do you mean?" Jenna asked.

   "I am your partner, and I am here to help you," I told her.
"Any time you feel the pressure from all this building or you
start getting scared or the a request gives you the willies, just
tell me and I'll be there to listen and help however I can.  I'm
here for you to lean on, y'know?"

   Jenna looked down for a moment, then nodded and smiled
brightly at me. It was one of the most sincere smiles I had seen
her give, and she seemed honestly happy and unembarrassed. 
"Thanks Sam.  You're a really nice guy you know.  And..." she
hesitated a moment.  "I'm really glad you're my partner.  I can't
think of anyone else that could help me get through this as well
as you have."

   I smiled and felt tingly all over.  This girl was absolutely
amazing.

   The class started wandering in.  Derik came up and talked to
us for a few minutes before going to his seat.  I almost started
fishing in my backpack for my sketch pad before remembering it
was my turn to model today. Dammit.  This was not going to be
cool.

   "Ah, good, our Program students are here," Mr.  Nunimeier said
after half the class had entered.

   "Uh, we've been here for, like, five minutes," I told him.

   "Hmm.  Maybe being naked helps you blend in," Mr.  Nunimeier
muttered before going back and messing with some of the stuff he
used for props and so on.  Jenna and I were left to twiddle our
thumbs while we waited for class to start.  Jenna glanced at me
and suddenly grinned widely.

   "Careful.  You'll hurt someone with that thing," she giggled.

   "Huh?" I replied stupidly.  Then it suddenly dawned on me that
I had a massive throbbing erection.  "Um, yeah.  I...um...seem to
have a problem. It`s been like that all day.  I've stopped
noticing."

   "How can you not notice?" Jenna asked.  I could tell she was
trying hard not to break into full laughter.

   "I honestly have no idea.  It's a first, that's for sure.  Not
noticing I mean," I replied sheepishly.

   "Alright class, quiet down," Mr.  Nunimeier called as he
turned back to face us, then nearly laughed aloud.  "Ho there
Sam.  I was going to ask if some relief was needed but I'm going
to consider myself answered.  We can't rightly have you posing
like that.  It'd be indecent."

   The class laughed at that.  I turned slightly pink, but
managed to hide my embarrassment well enough.

   I didn`t see too much in the way of a choice so I nodded.  "I
guess you're right.  So yeah.  I'll take relief."

   "Good.  Hurry it up.  Er, that is, any volunteers to help him
out?" Mr. Nunimeier asked.

   The class was relatively small, with only five girls plus
Jenna.  Two of them raised their hands.  I hardly even noticed. 
As soon as I glanced over and saw Jenna smiling at me with her
hand raised, my mind was made up.

   "I'll have Jenna help me," I said in a thin voice.  I cleared
my throat and sat down in the chair up front.

   Jenna knelt in front of me and stared up into my face.  She
smiled up at me nervously and placed her hands on my thighs.

   "No way!" Derik shouted.  He nearly knocked his easel over as
he jumped to his feet.

   Mr.  Nunimeier arched a brow and gave Derik a hard look.
"Excuse me?"

   "Well, uh...She shouldn't have to!  It isn't fair that the
Program can make her do this kind of stuff!" Derik replied.

   "The Program does not require Jenna to volunteer to help Sam
with relief you know," Mr.  Nunimeier replied dryly.

   "She still shouldn't have to do it!  The Program pressures
people into complying with this kinda stuff!" Derik shot back.

   Mr.  Nunimeier looked like his patience was running out.
"Jenna has willingly volunteered to assist Sam with no coercion
from anyone.  So unless you want to give Sam relief instead, I
suggest you sit down and shut up or get out of my class."

   Derik stuttered and tried a few times before successfully
shutting his mouth.  He glared at me as if the whole thing was my
fault and took his seat looking quite red in the face.

   "Don't worry about him," Jenna said.  "He seems to think he's
my protector or something."

   "It's cool," I replied.  "At least he cares."

   "Cares too much, maybe," Jenna sighed.

   "Ahem," Mr.  Nunimeier put in.  "If you two don't mind, could
we get this underway?"

   "I've...never done this before," she whispered quietly enough
that only I heard her.

   "I'd never done what I did to you either," I confessed.

   "What do I do?" She asked.  Her hands slowly slid up my legs
and one hand gently cupped my balls.  Her hand trembled slightly.

   "Just do what you did in Psychology," I whispered back.  "That
should do the trick just fine."

   Jenna nodded and I saw her swallow hard.  I really hoped she
wasn't just doing this to make us even or something...

   She gently squeezed my balls for a few moments, testing their
weight and shifting them softly in her hands.  I'd never been
really excited by the thought of getting my balls played with,
but it nonetheless sent a shiver of pleasure through me.  She
continued this for a moment before sliding her hand up and
wrapping her fingers around my cock.

   She looked up at me, into my eyes as her fingers began to
gently massage my shaft, starting at the bottom and working her
way up, then back down again.  I could feel myself tensing...her
touch was amazing.  Her hands were soft and silken and glided
slowly but surely along my cock, growing firmer and more
insistent by the moment.  My cock swelled in her grasp and she
smiled at me as she continued to run her hand up and down my
member.

   Jenna's free hand came up to my abs and she began to press her
fingers against them, as if trying to push into the muscle.  It
resisted, but that only seemed to make her smile more.  She would
find a muscle and trace the length of it with her finger before
moving to another and doing the same, sliding her hand across my
skin and rubbing at the muscle beneath.  I sighed in pleasure and
smiled down at her.

   The looked she had given me in Psychology was coming back,
that fascinating and thrilling mix of nervous hesitation and
eager curiosity...her hand sped up.  The look on her face was
really getting into my head.  Her eyes were smoldering and her
smile was a mixture of impish pleasure and teasing playfulness. 
She wasn't throwing out any fancy advanced hand movements, but
she didn't exactly have to...just running her soft hands up and
down my dick, alternating pressure as she went, her other hand
rubbing and caressing my abdomen as she jacked me off was driving
me out my mind.

   "Am I doing ok?  Is this good?" Jenna whispered.  I was
starting to hear things as I became more and more turned on...I
could have sworn there was a throaty, lusty tone to her voice as
she asked that.

   "Y...Yeah...the spot just below the head is r-really
sensitive," I told her.

   Her thumb began to press against the spot just below the crown
of my dick and I shuddered heavily.  Jenna smiled at my reaction
and jacked me off harder, working her soft hand firmly along my
cock, squeezing the pulsing shaft with her slender fingers. 
Every few moments her thumb would press against the sensitive
spot under my crown and I would shake in pleasure again.  Almost
all the traces of her nervousness was gone now.

   I suddenly had one of those strange flashes where your mind
takes you somewhere else.  I was back in Anatomy and I could
taste her.  It was like my tongue was between her legs again, her
flavor was in my mouth and her scent in my nostrils and I could
feel the softness of her pussy against my mouth and her thighs
around my head.

   My vision stayed in the moment and I watched her firmly,
insistently running her hand up and down my dick.  Her fingers
gripped and squeezed and she jacked me from root to tip.  Her
other hand came down to join the first one.  Both hands pulled
and jacked at my cock, squeezing and massaging.  My pre-cum had
leaked down from the slit in my cock-head and helped to speed up
her hands, making her fingers glide smoothly and wetly across my
swollen flesh.  The whole time she gazed up at me, never taking
her eyes from mine. Her small, pleased smile was unchanged and
the thrilling look in her eyes remained.  With the taste of her
cunt in my mouth, the feel of her hands on my aching cock, and
her eyes locked with mine, I lost it.

   "Shit," I moaned.  "I'm there."

   Jenna gasped as a huge spurt of cum exploded from the head of
my cock and splashed on the top of her nose, nearly her forehead,
and ran down her nose to her cheek.  A second burst spattered her
along the bottom of her other cheek.  It continued right across
her lips, the last bit of the glob dripping off her chin and
making a gooey splotch on the upper slope of her left breast. 
Another shot came from my cock, but instead of hitting her in the
face or making a mess elsewhere it launched in a gooey rope and
coated the inside of Jenna`s wide open mouth.  I watched in
stunned (albeit orgasmic) silence as Jenna's face lowered and I
was suddenly enveloped in the heavenly warm grip of her lips. 
She moaned which caused my cock head to vibrate and my orgasm to
intensify even more.  Almost the entire head of my dick slid
between her full pink lips and I could feel her suckling gently
on it as another and yet another wad of cum coated the inside of
her mouth.  The tip of her tongue shyly slid along the tip, as if
coaxing more from the slit.  It was all I could do not to arch my
hips and thrust my cock deeper into her mouth.

   After one or two smaller loads I finally stopped cumming.  I
took a deep breath and sagged back into my chair.  For a moment
Jenna didn't move and her lips continued to suckle at my cock
before she finally pulled back. She stayed motionless for another
moment, her eyes closed and a soft flush of pink coloring her
cheek under the white of my semen.  A dollop of cum leaked from
her over-full mouth.  Then she swallowed, hard, and I could feel
a bit of life twitch back into my cock at the thought that she
had just swallowed a very large mouthful of my cum.  She
swallowed my cum.  I was going to be rock hard in moments if I
let myself think about that.

   "Wow," Jenna breathed.  She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

   Jenna accepted the towel that Mr.  Nunimeier offered her and
flushed as the class began to applaud us.

   "You tasted nice," she whispered.  Her voice was quiet and
slightly uncertain again, like she had suddenly realized what she
had just done and was still just the smallest big nervous about
it.  I was totally floored.

   "That was amazing," I told her.

   "I'm glad I could help...I mean...I'm glad I did that for
you," she murmured.  She toweled the cum off her face.

   I stood up, feeling slightly shaky, and helped her to her
feet.  "I hope I did as good a job for you this morning as you
just did for me," I told her.

   "You did quite a bit better, I think," she said with a soft
smile.

   "Well, as..." Mr.  Nunimeier paused and cleared his throat.
"Entertaining as that was, if you will take your seat please,
Jenna, we can begin."

   The applauding and cat calling rose up again as Jenna nodded
and sat down in front of her easel.

   "Ok.  Today Sam will be modeling the male form for us.  His
posing will be somewhat different, however."

   Mr.  Nunimeier walked to the props set against the wall and
tossed a model sword at me.  I caught it and swapped it from hand
to hand for a moment as I eyed it.

   "The male form," Mr.  Nunimeier explained, "Is typically
modeled in a much more dynamic way.  Males have traditionally
been warriors, generals, soldiers, hunters...in art, the male
subject is usually one of action and activity.  Dynamic, as I
said.

   "Sam," he continue, "Will give us such a pose today. Something
that will show the athletic, competitive, and dynamic flare of
the male form."

   "Is this a gladius?" I asked.

   Mr.  Nunimeier looked a bit surprised and nodded.  "Yes, I was
just about to say that.  Well, not a real gladius of course, it's
a replica. Now, let's see...hmm.  Maybe not a gladius...maybe..."

   Mr.  Nunimeier trailed off as he took the prop from me and put
it away, then tossed me a silver painted spear that was quite a
bit taller than me. Oh well, at least it looked more authentic
than the crappy excuse for a gladius he'd tried to give me.

   I switched the spear from hand to hand, then twirled it for a
moment, moving my hands to test its grip and balance.  Not a bad
weight and heft for a prop.  I spun it behind my back and caught
it with the other hand, bringing it back around front.

   "You're going to break something...oh never mind," Mr.
Nunimeier said. "That looks much more your speed in any case.  So
let's come up with a pose..."

   Mr.  Nunimeier put me into several "dynamic" poses before
finally settling me standing with my legs slightly apart, my body
tall and set with a forward attitude.  The spear was raised
forward and overhead, the tip pointing at an angle toward the
ceiling and the shaft braced against my arm further back on the
weapon.  My attention was centered on the tip of the spear.

   Actually, my eyes and face were centered on the spear tip.  My
attention was actually centered on Jenna.  If I had thought she
was getting into my head and I was starting to fall for her
before then I had no idea what I had gotten myself into now.  I
wanted to look at her.  I wanted to take in the sight of her, her
beautiful, her sensual ness, the sexuality hidden just below her
surface.  She was so perfect.  But Mr.  Nunimeier had stuck me in
this pose, so for the next half hour or so I was determined not
to budge.

   Jenna

   I could hardly believe what I'd done.  I had made a boy cum.
Not just that, but I had made a boy cum on me.  A boy I was
crushing on more than anyone I'd ever crushed on before.  I felt
giddy and embarrassed at the same time.  And on top of that, I
had actually put his head in my mouth and let him cum in my
mouth!  And then swallowed it!  I never even thought I would do
that, but if felt somehow quite natural and enjoyable. His cum
was incredibly thick and warm and gooey.  It tasted salty and a
kind of bitter, but had a surprisingly light flavoring of
fruitiness.  I liked it...I hadn't just told him it had tasted
good to be nice.  My body was tingling and my flesh was goosey
from the thrill of Sam's meaty cock in my hand.  It was
exhilarating.  I felt incredibly turned on, possibly even more
than when Sam went down on me.  And having the head of Sam's dick
in my mouth...looking up at him and seeing the surprise on his
handsome face as I sucked the cum out of his cock...he was so
cute.  He was so sexy.  I almost giggled when I saw the surprised
look he had on his face, but I didn't think that would be very
smart while cum was being shot into my mouth.

   I began to draw as Sam settled into the pose Mr.  Nunimeier
picked for him.  I think I was too busy eyeing him up and down to
pay much attention to the quality of my work.  He looked so sexy
in that pose...Looking up made his hair fall away from his eyes
and showed the angles and profile of his face better.  He was a
very handsome guy, and he had the look of someone on the verge of
making that final transition into manhood.  His face was mostly
grown and shaped into a man's, but still he had those lingering
boyish features created a mix of sexiness and cuteness that I
found so strangely appealing.  It was hard to capture that look.
Too much one way would make him look like a man too old and too
serious, and too much the other would make him appear childish
and immature.

   Sam's body was easier.  His chest and shoulders took on a
harder, more cut look than I remembered -probably from holding
the spear aloft and standing in that `dynamic' pose-.  His biceps
were thick and his shoulders looked solid and strong.  The middle
of his body looked like it always did: Solid, undefined, thick
without looking chubby.  I couldn't help but shiver as I
remembered how those muscles felt under my fingers.  I hoped I
wasn't making a mess on my seat...

   About the time I got to Sam's hips Mr.  Nunimier told him to
take a break.

   "I'm fine Mr.  Ninimeier, we can keep going if that's ok with
you," Sam replied.

   "That thing isn't exactly made of cardboard," Mr.  Nunimeier
said. "It's gotta be heavy.  Are you sure Sam?"

   Sam nodded and Mr.  Nunimeier shrugged and told us to
continue.  I kept painting as I let my eyes explore him.  I felt
more and more attracted to him by the minute.  He wasn't a body
builder, he wasn't a greek god.  He didn't even have what most
people would consider classic beauty or attractiveness in a man.
But I found him incredibly appealing. He was short, he was wide,
and he was solid and strong.  His hair was messed up and his
smile was crooked.  I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

   I drew his legs, which had clear muscle definition along the
calves. His thighs were big and toned.  His cock wasn't hard when
I began to draw it in, but it wasn't exactly limp either.  It
seemed slightly engorged, a bit bigger than it was when fully
limp, and hung a little heavier between his legs.  I caught
myself rubbing my legs together absently as I drew his dick and
noticed my inner thighs were a bit sticky.  I hoped no one else
had noticed.

   Finally after a half-hour Mr.  Nunimeier told us to stop
drawing and told Sam he could stop posing.

   "I'm impressed," Mr.  Nunimeier said.  "Most professional
models can't sit that still in such a demanding pose, especially
holding a heavy prop over their head.  Most get muscle cramps."

   "I did get muscle cramps," Sam chuckled.  He started rubbing
one of his shoulders and smirked.  "I'd hate to do that for a
living, that sucked. But I figured I only have to do it this
once, or maybe a few more times if you want me to.  I can manage
to ignore a cramp for awhile."

   "You were a great model in any case, thanks for being a good
sport. Give him a hand class," Mr.  Nunimeier said.

   The class clapped for a moment and then began putting their
supplies away as the bell rang.

   "You were great," I told Sam as we started getting our stuff
together.

   "Thanks," Sam replied.  "My shoulders hurt."

   I laughed.  I checked my seat and was relieved to find I
hadn't made too big of a mess.  I cleaned it and blushed when I
saw Sam eyeing me, but he smiled and didn't say anything.

   "I can't draw," Derik complained.  I'd almost forgotten he was
in the class.  Again.

   "Why do you say that?" I asked.

   Derik showed us his picture.  He was kinda right.  Sam's left
arm looked amputated and his head was about two and a half times
too big. It looked like he had spent three seconds drawing Sam's
dick in before rushing on to the next part.

   "Don't worry," Sam replied, "I can't draw either.  Especially
hands. They always look like triangles whenever I try to draw
them."

   "I think the only person who can draw anything near
professional quality in our class is Jack," I added.  "I just
took the class because it's almost impossible to fail, even if
you can't draw worth crap."

   "Me too," Sam admitted.

   "Yep," Derik said.

   "Let's see yours," Derik said, and grabbed my sketch pad
before I could stop him.

   "Derik!" I protested, but I wasn't willing to wrestle with him
over it while I was naked.

   Sam leaned over to see the drawing while Derik gave it a look
over.

   "You drew him all muscle-y," Derik said.

   "He is muscle-y, dufus," I squeaked.  Sam glanced at me and I
flushed. I couldn't believe after everything I'd been through
today I was still blushing when he so much as looked at me.

   "And you put a lot of detail into his ding," Derik complained.

   "Ding?" Sam echoed, sounding slightly offended.

   I snatched the sketch book and shoved it into my backpack.

   "What's up with that?" Derik asked.

   "I think if I can jack off his `ding', as you put it, to give
him relief I wouldn't be too mortified about having to draw it,"
I snapped. I kicked Derik in the shin and walked into the hall.

   "Hey!  What'd I say?" Derik yelled after me as he hobbled into
the hall.

   "You've got a way with women," Sam commented and followed
after me.  I glanced back and saw Derik looking confused.  I
slowed down so Sam could catch up.

   "This is all his fault," Derik scowled at Sam.

   "Derik," I groaned, "Shut up.  If you would quit being so
difficult and acting so stupid then I wouldn't be nearly so
stressed out about this week you know."

   "Me?" Derik scoffed.

   "Yes you.  All you're doing is being negative and ranting
about how I need to get out of the Program and everyone needs to
leave me alone," I said and gave Derik a hard glare.  "Did you
ever consider that I could have gotten my Dad to get me out of
the Program?  He did take me out as a matter of fact.  I talked
him into putting me back in!"

   Derik and Sam were both staring at me like I was possessed.  I
don't think Derik had ever heard me really snap at anyone like
this, and I know Sam definitely hadn't.

   "I want to do the Program," I continued.  "Yeah it's
uncomfortable, it's strange, and it's even kinda scary.  But I
need to experience this. Haven't you noticed how quiet I always
am?  Don't you think maybe it could be a good thing if I got a
little more comfortable in my skin and around people?"

   "But," Derik began but I cut him off.

   "Sam has been very helpful through all this.  He's been
nothing but encouraging and sympathetic," I snapped.

   "I'm sympathetic too," Derik muttered.

   "No you're not.  You just have tantrums.  That's not
sympathetic."

   Derik sighed and looked down.  I crossed my arms under my
bosom and continued glaring at him.  This was months of
frustration at Derik boiling over.  He was normally a good friend
and a nice guy, but sometimes he just didn't know when to let
something go, and where the Program was concerned he just
wouldn't quit.

   "I think you two should talk about this," Sam put in suddenly,
"But now isn't really the time, y'know?  We all need to go to
class."

   Sam turned his attention to Derik.  "Look man, I have no place
telling you what to do or anything, but maybe you should just try
to help Jenna do whatever she feels she needs to do and wish her
well.  That's what friends do, right?  In any case, I just want
her to be happy."

   "I do too," Derik replied.  He sounded a bit more sane now.

   "Then just support me and wish me well Derik," I said.  "At
this rate you're going to get yourself expelled for interfering
with the Program and that is not going to help me."

   "I'll try," he said.

   "I'm gonna be late," I sighed.  "I'll see you two later.  Bye
Sam."

   "Bye," Sam waved.

   I turned and practically ran down the hall.  I had to pause
once or twice for requests, but after a few guys feeling up my
boobs and squeezing my ass I hastily disengaged.

   I only just managed to make it to the gym before the bell
rang.  I normally would have been considered late because coach
Rock expects us to change into our gym clothes before the bell. 
Being naked came in handy!

   Rock forgot to offer me relief again and started up the crappy
exercises. I was actually kind of disappointed.  Giving Sam
relief had gotten me very excited, and it was very awkward to go
through gym while all I wanted to do was find a way to cum my
brains out...

   Gym was the same as it was every day that I had ever had gym.
The same lazy people barely trying to get through the lightweight
exercises (I may have not been in the best shape ever, but at
least I tried) and the two jocks that had somehow not been able
to get into a weight training course but still wanted to take a
course that would keep them from having to use their brains.

   Coach Rock called for laps again at the beginning of class. My
breasts still hurt from the running I did on Monday.  I was NOT
about to go through that mess again.

   "Um, Coach Rock?  I don't know if I can run laps.  I
mean...um..." I grimaced and awkwardly motioned toward my
breasts.  Coach Rock looked completely unsure of how to deal with
what I had just brought up.

   "You can still run," Melanie Tucker said.  I didn't know her
very well, but she seemed like a nice girl.

   "I had the same problem when I was in the Program," Melanie
continued. I could see how that would be true, Melanie was a
pretty top-heavy girl. "Just hold them.  Not exactly graceful,
yeah, but at least they won't be popping you in the face, and if
you grab them on the bottom it shouldn't count as 'covering'."

   "I'll try," I replied gratefully.  "Thanks Melanie."

   Rock looked more than a little relieved that the situation had
been fixed without him having to deal with my 'girl issues'.  He
whistled for the class to start laps.  I tried Melanie's trick. 
She was right, it wasn't exactly graceful.  But it did help.  I
ran with everyone else, going a bit more slowly to try and keep
my boobs under control.  I was able to hold them down and in
without even covering my areola's, so I definitely wasn't
covering up.  My breasts still jiggled and bounced around, but
they weren't swinging and wobbling around wildly.  I was at no
risk of getting hit in the face, and the soreness was minimized.
Now I just had to worry about jumping jacks... I did extra situps
after Coach Rock called the day's exercising to a halt.  I wanted
to get my stomach a bit slimmer than it was. I didn't have a
weight complex...I knew I wasn't fat, just a lil extra plump, but
I figured if I was in a little better shape it couldn't help...

   I noticed how nice our gym looked while I was walking laps
around the stands after Coach Rock had told us we could relax for
the rest of the period (which left over half of the period to
go).  We had the school colors, blue and gold, on banners hung
from the rafters with the basketball team insignia (a timber
wolf) on them.  The insignia was on the floor too, which was
polished and clean.  The stands had decently comfortable seats,
nothing too extravagant, but they wouldn't make your back crackle
in agony after sitting through a game either.  Considering that
the school actually placed a decent amount of emphasis on actual
education and learning the school had a nice sports budget.  Much
better than my old school had in any case.

   "Hey," someone said behind me as I sat down on one of the
seats in the stands.  George Lenard sat down beside me.  I tensed
uncomfortably.  He felt way too close...

   "What?" I said.

   "Enjoying being naked?" He smirked.  His eyes were sliding
unabashedly up and down my body, and it wasn't one of the looks I
got from all the guys since I'd been in the Program...George's
look was clearly lecherous.

   "I don't think it's supposed to be entirely enjoyable," I
replied stiffly.

   "It could be, you know..." he murmured.

   "Thanks but no thanks," I replied.

   George frowned.  "Why not?"

   "I'm not like that," I said simply.

   "All Program girls are like that," he argued.  "If a girl goes
in the Program she always fucks around.  Program girls are easy."

   "Have you ever slept with a Program girl?" I asked.

   "Uh...yeah, of course," George stuttered.

   "Really," I said in a flat voice.  "What was her name?  What'd
she look like?"

   "Well, um...yeah, that beaner chick...the one in the Program
last year." George stuttered.

   "Theresa Montoya?" I asked.

   "Yeah, her.  As soon as she got in the Program she was having
sex all over school," George insisted.

   "First off, racism is stupid and you're an idiot for using it.
 And secondly, Theresa Montoya is my best friend and I know that
didn't happen because she told me pretty much everything she did
in the Program."

   "You shoulda heard about this then," George said.

   "Ok then, if you slept with her you should know where her
birthmark is. Well?"

   "Er..." George hesitated.

   "Thought so.  Thanks but no thanks."

   Ok, so I made the birthmark up.  But at least it got him to
shut up.  I got up and walked toward the middle of the gym.

   "You ok?" Mitch asked me as he came up beside me, casting a
glance back at a seething George.  I nodded and hugged myself
around the middle.

   "Yeah.  George is just an asshole."

   "I know," Mitch nodded.  "Just ignore him.  I don't think
he'll start any trouble."

   I gave Mitch a doubtful look.  "I've heard some stuff about
him..."

   "Yeah, but he wouldn't do anything with all these people
around.  He wouldn't be that stupid," Mitch chuckled.

   I smiled and nodded.  "Thanks for being supportive."

   I walked and talked with Mitch a bit.  He had more to say than
the girls, who were snubbing me even more now that I was naked,
if that were possible.  I had never really gotten along very well
with other girls. Coach Rock blew his whistle and I followed the
boys to the showers.

   I was nervous going into the showers.  All eyes were on me,
which included George.  He left me alone, mostly I think because
Mitch was sweet and made sure I wasn't in a stall by myself.  I
could see George glaring darkly my way and hoped he would just
leave me alone.

   I posed for several guys.  I pushed my arms together in front
of me which made my breasts push forward and press together,
making my cleavage look very deep and long.  All pressed together
and wet and shiny with water, they looked quite nice if I do say
so myself.  I took them in my hands and lifted them before
shimmying them a few times.  I bent over and wiggled my ass too.

   A few guys requested to touch me, and in my excited state, I
gladly allowed them to.  They mostly took turns squeezing and
caressing my breasts, tweaking my thick nipples and grabbing at
my ass.  The last two guys did their requests at the same
time...I let out a loud moan as one guy grabbed and fondled both
of my tits while the other squeezed my cunt, sliding two fingers
between my soaked folds and caressing my inner flesh. I nearly
melted from getting attention from two guys at once.

   When they finished and left me alone Mitch once again helped
wash me. This time I returned the favor.  We soaped each other
up.  His hands squeezed and kneaded my heavy breasts as I reached
around him and worked the soap into his shoulders and back.  I
worked my hands down his body. Mitch was any `every guy', the
kind of guy that would be ideal for a commercial advertising to
the general public.  He wasn't tall, but he wasn't short.  He
wasn't skinny, he wasn't fat, and he wasn't muscular, but instead
something between all three.  He had medium length brown hair
that he wore in a normal, simple style and light hazel eyes.  He
wasn't tan and he wasn't pale.  He had some chest hair, more than
Sam had, and brown pubes that were beginning to get matted down
to his crotch the wetter they got. He didn't have any kind of
tat's or piercing or anything.  There were no big distinguishing
features to Mitch, which in it's own way was a distinguishing
feature all its own in my opinion.

   I switched to his front and worked my hands down his chest and
stomach. I could feel a bit of muscle under the skin.  I toyed
with his chest hair, grinning goofily.  His stomach was flat but
didn't have any real tone.  I soaped his torso and rinsed the
soap away.

   My hand found Mitch's cock and I started to run my fingers up
and down the length.  He wasn't as big as Sam was, but he wasn't
too bad either I didn`t have a lot of experience, but I would
guess he was slightly bigger than average...his dick swelled
against my squeezing hand.  He looked a bit surprised but smiled
at me and reached down to slide his fingers along my slit.  I
moaned and pushed my hips forward, making his fingers slide
deeper between my folds.

   We didn't have much time and we both knew it.  I squeezed and
jacked at his cock quickly, firmly.  The soap helped and I was
really able to jerk at him.  His fingers glided along my pussy
for several moments before finding my clit.  I gasped and leaned
back against the shower wall to make sure I wouldn't fall as my
knees started to wobble.  His face flushed slightly and I
increased the tempo that I jacked him too, fondling and squeezing
his cock with my soapy fingers.

   Mitch tweaked and diddled my clit with his fingers and I
arched my hips. My breasts bounced as I humped his hand.  I
moaned and squirmed in pleasure as he frigged me.  He was doing
an even better job than he did yesterday. My hand was a blur on
his dick.  His dick was pulsing in my fist and I could feel the
muscle of his shaft under my fingers, engorged and throbbing. I
massaged the spot that had gotten such a big response out of Sam,
the area on the underside where the shaft met the head, just
under the rim of the head.  I was pleased when it brought out a
similar response out of Mitch.

   Mitch smiled at me and his hand rose to squeeze and palm my
left breast while the other worked wonders on my pussy.  He
hefted my breast, lifting the heavy weight in his hand and
cupping it before releasing and finding my stiff nipple with his
fingers.  He pinched the nub lightly and rolled it between his
thumb and forefinger.  He gave it a gentle tug, pulling on it
just firmly enough to make my nipple throb with pleasure.

   I moaned louder, rotating my hips against his hand as he
flicked one finger back and forth across my clit in a light but
rapid touch. His other fingers slid along my folds.  He caressed
my inner lips and diddled in my juices.  I tugged and pulled at
his dick firmly, knowing that with the added slipperiness of the
soap I wasn't going to hurt him.  I rotated my hand ever few
moments along his shaft and thumbed his cock head. I felt him
unconsciously pressing forward with his hips as if he were
fucking my hand.  The thought turned me on fiercely and I jacked
his cock off all the harder.  I brought my unoccupied hand up to
the breast Mitch was neglecting and squeezed at it, running my
palm along the slick and round underside.  I could tell Mitch
found that really sexy by the way his eyes were glued to my hand.
 I pinched and squeezed my own nipple and enjoyed all the
attention as my arousal climbed higher and higher.  Mitch was
starting to grunt and pant heavily as I did my best to give him a
good hand job.

   I bit lightly on my lip to stifle my scream as I came all over
Mitch's hand.  I felt a warm rush as my orgasm washed over me,
making my head swim for a moment.  I made sure I kept jacking
Mitch off as I fought not to swoon with pleasure.  It was nothing
as powerful and deliciously overwhelming as the orgasm(s) Sam had
given me, but it was still very good.


   With a final loud grunt Mitch spurted a decent sized load of
cum all over my hand and arm.  One gooey rope spattered onto my
stomach. I sighed in satisfaction and tried not to blush too
deeply.

   "Thanks," I said.  "I needed that."

   "No, thank you," Mitch smiled.  " But why'd you need it?  Hard
day?"

   "Something like that," I replied.  I turned around into the
shower spray to wash the cum off my tummy and arm.

   "I heard you had some fun with your Program partner in one of
your classes," Mitch said.

   I gave Mitch a surprised look.  "Really?  Wow.  I didn't know
word got around this school that fast," I murmured.

   "I just know everyone.  I probably know someone in at least
three-fourths of the schools classes," Mitch explained.

   "Well, I did have some fun with my Program partner," I
admitted.  I blushed softly and smiled.  "He's a really great
guy."

   "Sam Peterson, right?"

   "Yeah.  You know him?"

   Mitch shook his head.  We turned the shower off and Mitch
scrambled to put on his clothes when he realized how long we had
taken.  The other guys had already left the showers and the bell
was going to ring any minute.

   "Not really well," Mitch explained.  "I had an algebra class
with him last semester.  He seems like a pretty cool dude to me."

   "I'm glad I got him as my partner," I said while Mitch pulled
his pants on.

   "I bet he feels the same," Mitch smiled as he pulled on his
tennis shoes.

   We walked out into the gym a few moments after the bell rang.
Mitch smiled at me and waved.

   "I gotta go," he said.  "Band and all that.  I'll see you
tomorrow though."

   I watched him go.  He was a really nice guy.  I would probably
be pretty attracted to him...I could even see myself dating
him...

   That is, if not for the fact that I had met Sam.  I was
realizing more and more that I wasn't just attracted to Sam, I
was head-over-heels falling for him.  And I didn't mind one bit.

   Sam

   History.  Ugh.  I passed up on relief, not really needing it
after Jenna had taken care of me.  Which is what I thought of for
about the first ten minutes of class while I blocked out Ms. 
Byron's monotone lecture.

   I was still somehow quite pleased with myself over the whole
thing.  I had gotten relief from the girl of my dreams.  And she
hadn't exactly been grudging when she gave it to me...on top of
that, I had managed to drive the same dream-girl into multiple
orgasms while giving her oral sex during relief.  As far as I was
concerned, relief was great!  Everyone should get relief,
regardless of if they were in the Program or not. Hmm...I would
have to look into getting that instated.  The Program crowd was
crazy enough to take the concept and run with it.

   What really blew my mind was the very end of my relief.  Of
all the things I had been expecting, Jenna putting her mouth on
my cock and actively trying to get my cum in her mouth was not on
the list. I knew most girls would tolerate a guy cumming in their
mouth, but actively pursuing the event?  Wow.  The girl surprised
me the more I knew her.  I had thought I had her pegged at the
end of Monday...a beautiful girl with a knockout bod who knew
nothing about sex and wanted very little to do with it...a girl
that was shy and reserved, but had a great personality and
wonderful sense of humor under it all...and now I had eaten her
pussy out and watched her swallow my cum.  At this point I wasn't
sure what she'd have to do to surprise me anymore.

   I could feel my cock stiffening under the desk the more I
thought about it.  I tried to turn my thoughts elsewhere.

   In `gym' Sensei Marcus and I had talked about the upcoming
competition.

   "I'm definitely doing the Kata and the Break," I insisted.

   "I would hope," Sensei replied with a smile.  "Unusual
circumstances, yes, but I don't see why being in the Program
should stop you. What break do you plan on doing?"

   I stroked my chin as I thought for a moment.  "I don't know.
I'm thinking either a straight punch or an elbow."

   Sensei Marcus nodded.  "You should be able to manage that. How
many do you think you'll do?"

   "I don't know," I replied honestly.  "How many do you think I
can do?"

   Sensei gave me one of his looks that told me I was a `young
grasshopper' and still had a lot to learn.  "How many do you
think you can do?"

   I chuckled.  Sensei Marcus messed with his students heads, but
I knew there was purpose behind it.  "I don't know.  Yet."

   "Tell me what you decide, and you will do it," he replied.

   "Hai, Sensei," I said respectfully.  Sensei had told me I
could just say `yes' like pretty much everyone else in the class,
but I had always thought `hai' sounded much cooler.

   "Will you compete in the tournament?" He asked.

   "I'm not sure.  Will they make us wear protective gear?"

   Sensei shrugged.  "I don't think so.  It's a Ryu-Kyu division
tournement. Even if schools are there, they typically do not
require protective padding aside from cups."

   "Hmm," I muttered.  "Do you think the Program will allow me to
wear a cup for the tournament?"

   "They're allowing you to wear one for class, aren't they?"

   I nodded and smirked.  "As if this isn't uncomfortable
enough."

   "Everything is a trial," Sensei smiled.  "Just keep with it.
You'll be fine.  It's only a week, right?"

   "Hai Sensei.  But I still say Karate wasn't meant to be done
in the buff. Doesn't feel natural."

   Sensei Marcus laughed.  "What did I tell you your first day?"

   I rolled my eyes.  " `If it feels natural, it isn't Karate'.
But somehow I doubt this is quite what you meant."

   Sensei shook his head and smiled to himself as the rest of the
class started filing out of the locker rooms in full Gi.  I,
unfortunately, was exempt from wearing my Gi till my week in the
Program was over. At least that meant I wouldn't have to clean
the uniform for this week.

   Sensei put me with Amelia for the partner exercises since she
seemed to be the only one who wasn't weirded out by the idea of a
naked Karateman. It was just as well; I preferred to work with
Amelia.  She was by far tougher than the other two girls in the
class, and quite a bit tougher than several of the guys too.  She
was also one of the most advanced students. We did arm
conditioning exercises, drills in which students bashed their
arms together in order to mutually instill the toughness and
endurance needed to block attacks with the arms.  Amelia hardly
flinched the whole time and gave as good as she got.  I had no
doubt tomorrow we would both have some fresh bruises on our arms.
 That's what always happened when Amelia and I worked together.

   One period isn't a lot of time to really get into martial
arts, but Sensei always made the most of it.  After the arm
drills we went through Kata with Sensei walking around us and
making corrections, giving instructions, and generally guiding
us.  We had enough time to cover some of the more basic self
defense techniques.  I once again got partnered with Amelia and
thanked her very much to take care around my crotch during the
opening technique.  This technique was meant to loosen the
attackers guard by striking to the weakest area's of the bodies
which, of course, the crotch fell into.  I may have had a cup on
(which I usually didn't), but I knew how gung-ho Amelia could get
sometimes, and I could do without one of her slip-ups while I was
in my Program week.

   Amelia grabbed me in a front bear hug, trapping my arms to my
side. Amelia was the type of girl I could see actually being able
to trap a guy in a bear hug too.  I made the motion of driving my
knee into her groin (ladies, if you don't think someone slamming
a knee into your groin will hurt you, let someone do it some
time.  It's a unisex attack, Amelia has told me) then feigned
stepping on her foot for good measure.  I grabbed her in a bear
hug of my own and stepped to the left of her, put my right leg
behind her legs, and twisted, forcing her over my leg and
dropping her to the ground as carefully and gently as I could. 
Which, it should be said, was much more gently than she did when
it was her turn to go again.

   After several times going back and forth with self-defense
drills Sensei ended class and sent the class off to the showers.

   "I think I will do the tournament," I told Sensei as I waited
for the rest of the class to file out to the showers.

   "Good," Sensei smiled.  "I'm glad.  I wasn't sure if anyone
else was going to volunteer for the male tournament."

   "The tournament is split into male and female?"

   "The kumite portion of it is," he replied.

   "Cool.  Well, I'll be representing the school for the guys
then I guess," I said.

   "Good.  I had hoped you would."

   "I'm going to guess that Amelia is going in for the female
kumite huh?"

   "What do you think," Amelia grinned as she walked up to us.

   Sensei chuckled.  "Hit the showers you two, and don`t practice
on each other on school grounds."

   "Hai, Sensei," Amelia and I said at once.  Amelia was dorky
too.

   I came back to the present about the time Ms.  Byron was
wrapping up her lecture.  I'd hardly taken any notes, but it
didn't really matter since all her lectures were just a bad
re-hash of what we covered in the book.  Plus I had no homework
either way this week, so paying attention to the woman was almost
totally useless.

   The announcements came on and they reminded the school about
the upcoming competition again.  And the drama department was
apparently going to be putting on a production of Cats.  Wow,
they were going to do something other than Miracle Worker and
Oklahoma.  For once.  I'd have to check to see if it was actually
going to be any good.

   I got a few requests as I came out of the classroom, mostly
girls taking a quick squeeze of my cock and hasty feel of my
balls.  One girl spent a few moments running her hand up and down
my dick till I had a fresh hard on. Once again, however, getting
the hell out of school seemed to take precedence over groping the
naked guy and I was able to quickly make my way to the front of
the school where our clothes were being kept.  I stepped outside
and looked for the box with my name on it.  Several people were
standing around watching interestedly as the few Program
participants got dressed.  I'd apparently beaten Jenna there; her
box was still there and seemed to have her clothes still in it. 
Now if I could just find my clothes...

   "Getting any requests, fag?"

   I looked up at the harsh words and spotted Mikey in the middle
of dressing with a maliciously leering Bret Wilson antagonizing
him.

   "Creative, Bret.  You'll have to share that original talent
for insult with all your quasi-homosexual jock friends," Mikey
replied.

   "Whatever," Bret replied with a sneer.  "I just call `em like
I see `em, fag."

   "Back off, Bret," I scowled as I stepped between him and
Mikey.

   "What're you, his boyfriend?" Bret snickered.

   "I've got a boyfriend, thanks," Mikey chimed in.

   "Nasty faggot," Bret growled again.

   "Back off, Bret," I repeated, my words coming out in a snarled
of unnatural anger.  I normally never let my temper show, but
there were three things I generally couldn't stand: prejudice,
someone picking on my friends, and Bret Wilson.

   "What're you gonna do about it?" Bret said.

   "Report you for harassment, for starters," I replied.

   "Chicken fuck," Bret hissed.  "Gonna go tell on me just like
you did in 8th.  No wonder you're such a wuss, look at how little
your dork is."

   "I dunno Bret," Mikey spoke up as he pulled his shirt on.  "I
hear from some of my girlfriends that you don't exactly have a
lot of pipe to lay yourself,"

   "What?!" Bret screeched.  "How the fuck would you hear
some...some bullshit like that?!"

   "Hmm, let's see...oh yeah, I'm gay, remember?" Mikey snapped
at the jock.

   Bret cursed and stormed back into the main building.

   "Thanks for helping," Mikey said.  He let out a heavy breath.
He'd done a good job of hiding it, but Bret hard rattled him a
bit it seemed.

   "No problem," I smiled and patted Mikey on the back.  "I'm not
going to let anyone push you around like that.  Besides, I'm all
about anything I can do to get under that asshole's skin."

   Mikey chuckled and put his shoes on.  "I can't believe there
are even guys like that left in this part of the country anymore.
 You'd think it was the 90's or something."

   "Heh.  Hey, Mikey, have you seen my clothes?  I can't seem to
find my box anywhere."

   Mikey shrugged and looked at the few boxes left with me.
"Don't see it...maybe they forgot to bring it out?"

   "Great," I muttered.  "Oh well.  I guess I'm gonna have to go
check for them.  See you tomorrow."

   "Sure thing, have a good one," Mikey waved and walked toward
the parking lot while I went to find my clothes.

   By the time I got back to the front of the main building with
my clothes (Counselor Tailor insisted, despite the fact that it
was her fault my clothes were displaced, that I still dress at
the school entrance per Program procedure) it had been nearly ten
minutes and everyone had already dressed.  The only person left
was Jenna, in the middle putting on her bra.

   And Bret was back.

   "The Program lasts all week.  You're still in the Program, and
that means you still have to do what I say goddamit!  Now take
your damn clothes off and let me have a feel!"

   Jenna sighed.  She was trying to give him a firm and hostile
look, but I could see that she was extremely uncomfortable and
worried about how close Bret was standing to her.  "I said no. 
School is out for the day, I'm not part of any extra curricular
activities, and I'm half way dressed.  The Program is over for
the day.  The answer is no."

   I clenched my fists.  I would not start a fight.  Not at
school, not anywhere.  I did not start fights.  I told myself
this over and over and willed my hands not to wrap around Bret's
neck.  Instead I stepped quickly around Bret and gently but
firmly guided Jenna back several steps before turning around to
face the agitated jock harassing her.

   "You again?  The fuck do you want Peterson?" Bret growled.  He
looked like he was about to explode.  I didn't budge and looked
up at him with all the calm I could muster.  I refused to let him
see how angry he was making me.  It would only make him happy.

   "What do I want?  I want to know why you insist on making
people uncomfortable at every opportunity," I replied evenly.

   "I wasn't botherin' no one!" Bret shouted.  "I wanted to make
a fuckin' request!  The Program says students get to make
requests.  I got rights goddammit!"

   "The only `rights' you get are the rights a Program
participant says you get," I returned.  "If you ever bother to
read someday you can read the Program pamphlet and see what it
says about requests being `reasonable'. You don't exactly seem to
be very reasonable right now."

   "Yeah, back off asshole!"

   Andy and Derik ran out of the main building and stood on
either side of me.

   Bret glared at the lot of us and his jaw worked angrily for a
few moments before he spat at my feet.  "Whatever limp dick," he
snarled and stormed off.

   "Holy shit, are you ok?!" Derik spun to face Jenna.

   "Y...yeah, I'm ok," Jenna let out a shaky breath.  She looked
more pale than normal and had to lean against the a handrail by
the steps.

   "Thanks Sam," she said after a moment.  "I don't know what I
would've done if you hadn't showed up."

   I smiled and patted her hand.  "It's cool.  That asshole is
just causing trouble today."

   "Yeah.  Mikey ran into us and told us you two still hadn`t
dressed.  We were coming to check on you," Andy explained.

   "And see where Jenna was," Derik added.

   "Are you sure you're ok?" I asked Jenna.

   "Yeah," she repeated.  "I njust don't know why guys are
suddenly harassing me.  They never did before."

   "It's because of the Program," Derik muttered, but didn't rant
on about it.

   "It's because you're getting noticed," Andy pointed out.
"Sure, you may be naked and all, but if guys had noticed you
were...well, y'know, attractive and all before, it wouldn't have
mattered if you were naked or not.  Guy's like that just harass
any woman they find remotely attractively. The Program just...
puts you a bit more noticeably out there."

   "I know," Jenna said.  "I'm just a little shaken up.  But I`m
ok."

   "You don't look ok," I said doubtfully.

   "I know," Jenna repeated as she pulled her shirt on.  "But
I'll be ok. It's just unnerving.  This hasn`t exactly ever
happened to me before."

   "Hey," I said slowly.  "I don't think you need to be
alone...you should talk about this or something.  Otherwise
you're gonna freak and have a breakdown."

   "Sam has a point," Andy said helpfully.

   "How about this," I suggested.  "How about we go get a bite to
eat or something and talk about it?  It'll do you some good."

   Now I just had to hope she didn't laugh at me and make me feel
two feet tall.

   She seemed a bit surprised.  She looked at me without saying
anything for a few moments before nodding and flashing me her shy
little smile.

   "Um...sure.  Do you think I can go change into something a bit
more appropriate?  I kinda just threw this on for the drive," she
explained. Then was about the time I realized she was wearing
pajamas.

   "Yeah, no problem," I chuckled.  "I didn't exactly dress to
impress either."

   "Ok.  Where do you want to eat?"

   "You know Ezzie's?" I asked.

   "Yeah, love it," Jenna replied with a smile.

   "You guys wanna come?" I asked Derik and Andy as an
afterthought.

   "Basketball," Andy shrugged.

   "Insane parents," Derik grumbled unhappily.

   "Well, guess it's just us," I said.  I tried my best to sound
disappointed.  I don't think it worked very well.

   "Alright.  See you in...a half an hour?" Jenna asked.

   I nodded and smiled.  "See you then."

   Jenna

   Oh my god.  Oh my god!  I've just been asked out!  On a date!
Well, ok, maybe it wasn't quite a date, but still...it was the
closest thing I'd ever gotten to it!

   Derik harassed me all the way to my car.

   "You shouldn't go Jenna," he told me.

   "And why not, exactly?" I asked pointedly.

   "Because he could...I dunno...kidnap you or something."

   I gave Derik a dirty look as I opened my car door.

   "Do you really think Sam's the type to do that?"

   Derik opened his mouth and closed it again before finally
shaking his head.  "Ok, so he may not kidnap you.  But what if
that Bret guy follows you or something?"

   "If he does I'll be in a public place and Sam will be there
with me," I pointed out.  Besides, you and Andy both know where
I'm going to be, so if I don't show up to school tomorrow you
know what to tell people. Quit worrying so much."

   "But Jenna," Derik muttered.

   "Look, Derik," I groaned.  "Sam's right.  I do need to talk to
someone about this.  I can't talk to you because your parents are
too cheap to buy you a phone.  I need to talk to someone and go
out somewhere to clear my head and Sam's willing to help me do
both.  You do want me to feel better about this whole thing,
right?"

   Derik nodded and sighed.  "Sorry.  I'm just worried."

   "I know, Derik.  I'll be ok, alright?" I smiled at him and
ruffled his hair.  "Go back to the front of the school or your
dad is going to drive home without you.  I'll see you tomorrow,
Derik."

   As soon as I got home I avoided my family and rushed straight
upstairs to my room.  I opened my closet and began to go through
it.  I pulled something out and looked it over, shook my head,
and tossed the offending article of clothing over my shoulder
onto my bedroom floor.

   "Where's the fire?" Karla asked.  She was standing at the open
door to my room.  I didn't even look up from my closet.

   "In my closet," I replied distractedly.  "Duh."

   "Right.  What's going on?" Karla inquired.

   "Nothing," I replied.  I hesitated a moment then turned to
face Karla. I held a light green top with a V-neck up against
myself.  "Does this make me look fat?"

   "No," Karla laughed.  "Seriously, what's going on?"

   "Nothing," I repeated.  I looked at the top, held it against
myself again, then tossed it to the floor with the other rejects.

   "You don't act like this unless something is going on," Karla
said. "Seeing on how you're rooting through your closet so
frantically I would venture to guess you're either going
somewhere or a gear slipped somewhere in your head."

   Karla bent down to pick a halter top (which I didn`t even
recognize. Karla probably bought it for me.) off the floor.  I
tossed a skirt over my shoulder and I'm pretty sure it landed on
her head.  In any case she stopped trying to pick stuff up.

   "I'm going out," I explained.

   "Out?" Karla echoed.

   "Yes, out," I sighed.  "As in I'm going to go get something to
eat with someone from school."

   Karla gave me a look before breaking out into a wide grin.
"You're going out with a boy!"

   I rolled my eyes.  "Yes, I'm going out with a boy." I held up
a pair of pants against my legs.  "Do these make me look fat?" I
asked.

   "No," Karla smirked.  "Would this boy happen to be the one
you're crushing on?  You're Program Partner?"

   She was having way too much fun with this.

   "Yes," I mumbled.  I looked at the jeans for a moment before
tossing them aside as well.

   "Is this a date?"

   "Something like a date."

   "Something like a date date?" Karla giggled.

   "No," I replied.  "I wish.  We're just going to get some
burgers or something and talk."

   Karla looked like the steam had gone out of her.  For a grand
total of two whole seconds at least.

   "Close enough," she grinned.

   I ignored Karla`s comment and found some of my nicer jeans.  I
eyed them for a minute.  Should I go with jeans?  Hmm...I could
try going with a skirt...I rarely wore skirts, but I had some
nice ones...

   I decided against both the skirt and the jeans and instead
went with a pair of my favorite khakis.

   "My little Jenna's getting so big," Karla teased.

   "I have to get going, shoo," I said.  I found a found a lilac
colored top that would look nice on me and set it aside with my
pants.  I started pulling my top up before I realized that Karla
was still grinning like a gossipy school girl at me, and I was
under no obligation to let he see me naked.  Damn the Program!

   "Out!" I commanded.  I could hear Karla giggling to herself
all the way down the stairs.

   I stepped into the kitchen a few minutes later wearing my
short sleeve lilac top and khaki pants.  The shirt had a slightly
low square neckline that showed off the very top slopes of my
breasts and the beginning of my cleavage.  It hugged my tummy and
showed off my narrowed waist. My khakis really showed off my legs
and made them look longer and hugged my ass, really flattering
it.  I was wearing my favorite sapphire dangling earrings and
soft pink lipgloss.  It was as made up as I ever really got and
as made up as I thought was necessary.

   I came out of my room and brushed my hair as I walked
downstairs.

   "Where're you going?" Edd asked when he spotted me.  I think
my earrings gave it away; I never wore them around the house.  I
worried if maybe I should take them out.

   "I'm going to eat with a friend," I told him.

   "I wanna go!" Edd exclaimed.  Oh damn.  I really didn't want
to hurt Edd's feelings, nor did I want to deal with his outburst
when I said no.

   "Not today, Eddy," Karla spoke up as she came out of the
kitchen.

   "Why not?" Edd demanded.

   "I'm making pork chops," Karla replied simply.

   "Oh," Edd said.  "Okay.  See ya Jenna."

   Pork chops were Edd's favorite.  Edd wandered into the
kitchen.

   "I so owe you Karla," I said and gave her a quick, grateful
hug.

   "Nice top," Karla smiled.

   I glanced down at the shirt.  I could see the top of my boobs
staring back at me.  It wasn't exactly a whorish or particularly
scandalous top, but it was certainly one of the most revealing I
had.  I think Karla bought this one for me too.

   "You think I should change?" I frowned.

   "No!" Karla laughed.  "Quit worrying so much Jenna.  Go have
fun, enjoy your date.  It wouldn`t be that horrible to give the
boy a bit of a thrill."

   I rolled my eyes.  "It's not a date," I reminded her.

   Karla tsked and handed me a twenty from her pocket.

   "Karla," I began to protest.

   "Hush!" she said with a smile.  "Have fun and call if you're
going to be out after dark.  You have your cell?"

   "Yes, Mom," I muttered.  Karla giggled.  `Mom' was one of our
little jokes.

   I started for the front door but after a few steps I stopped
short and turned to face Karla with a stricken look.

   "Crap.  Dad'll never go for this."

   Karla rolled her eyes and pushed me out the door.  "Don't
worry about it, I'll take care of your father.  Go have fun!  Be
a teenage girl for once!  Go!"

   I found Sam's Cavalier and parked next to it.  I glanced at my
watch.  I was almost ten minutes late.  Even rushing I had
arrived late. This was Karla's fault.  And my wardrobe's.  I got
out of my car and walked toward Ezzie's.  Ezzie's really was the
best burger joint around...it was privately owned and operated
but so popular with the teens of the area it was very successful.
 It had great food, friendly service, and on Friday's you could
get a discount on food if you had a high school I.D.

   Sam was standing in the doorway and smiled when he spotted me.
 He was wearing a short sleeve, light blue t-shirt that fit
nicely around his shoulders and arms, showing his build nicely,
and a pair of tannish brown cargo pants.  His hair was a bit
neater than it had been at school, but still a bit unruly,
refusing to be fully tamed.  His smile sent shivers along my
skin.

   "You look great," he greeted me.

   "Thanks," I replied.  I felt shy suddenly, unexplainably more
bashful than I had felt even when I had been giving him relief.

   Sam held the door open for me and we went inside Ezzie's.  We
were seated by a window.  I ordered one of their grilled chicken
sandwiches with mushrooms and Sam got a double burger with extra
cheese and bacon.

   "You're going to have a heart attack," I told him after we'd
ordered.

   "Heh.  Probably.  I try to work it off," he chuckled.

   I couldn't help but saying, "It shows."

   "What, the clogged arteries or the work?" Sam joked.

   "The work," I giggled.

   "Oh.  Thanks," he said sheepishly.

   I tried to think of something, anything, to talk about.
"So...are you still going to be doing that tournament this
weekend?"

   Sam nodded and `tsk'ed.  "Yeah.  Still in the nude, too.  But
I'll deal."

   "Do you think you'll do good?" I asked.

   "My Sensei seems to think so.  If he says I'll do good, then
I'll do good.  Sensei Marcus knows what he's talking about."

   I smiled at him and sipped at my drink.  "It's cool that you
have such confidence in yourself."

   Sam shrugged and leaned back a bit in his chair.  "I don't
have confidence in myself.  I have confidence in my Sensei.  He
told me I can do it, and he wouldn't lie to me."

   I nodded and we fell silent again.  I hoped he didn't take my
silence as disinterest in the topic.  I was interested, probably
more than he realized, but I really couldn't seem to find the
right thing to say at the moment.  Why were things more awkward
now than when we'd been naked in front of each other?

   "You're family is cool with you being out?" Sam spoke up.  He
scratched the back of his head and smiled nervously.  "I guess I
should've made sure of that first huh?"

   "My Stepmom Karla said it was cool," I replied.  "Practically
shoved me out the door.  I think she thinks I don't get out
enough."

   "Do you?" Sam smiled.

   "Honestly?  No, I don't get out nearly enough," I confessed.

   "Well then this is a good thing then huh?" He replied.

   Our food arrived and we started eating.  Somehow eating while
we talked seemed to loosen us up somewhat because we were talking
more easily.  That and I at least had started to subconsciously
imagine him naked. It seemed more natural somehow.

   "What about your dad?" Sam asked before taking a bite of his
burger.

   "My dad doesn't know, he wasn't home.  He probably wouldn't be
too happy about it.  He's crazy."

   Sam looked a bit worried and put his food down.  "You sure
this is cool? I don't want to get you in trouble with your old
man or anything..."

   "My step mom said she'd take care of it," I replied quickly.
"And anyway, I never go out, I never party, I never act stupid or
do anything he disapproves of or anything that would get me in
trouble.  So after all my good behavior, if I want to go out for
a d..." I almost said date, but caught myself just in time. 
"...dinner...with a friend for once, he can bite me if he doesn`t
like it!"

   Sam nearly choked on his food.  Apparently he hadn't expected
that one. But he smiled and kept eating, so he must have accepted
it.

   "How about your parents?  They used to you going out?" I
asked.

   Sam's face clouded over and then went back to normal so fast I
almost didn't catch the change.  I worried that I said something
wrong.

   "My dad wasn't home, he works late.  My mom really doesn't
care if I go out or whatever.  So no worries."

   "What're they like?" I asked.

   Sam smiled and leaned forward a bit.  His eyes were beautiful
when the sunlight reflected off them....like polished silver.

   "My dad is great...he's always been the kind of dad that would
give up just about anything to make sure I was happy and I had
what I needed to get by.  We don't have a lot of money...and what
we've got my dad's had to work for.  He's a real hard worker.

   "But even though he's always at work and putting in overtime
to be sure ends meet and the finances are looking good, he always
puts time aside for me.  He used to take me to the park."

   Sam smiled and I could tell he was reliving a favorite memory.
 My heart jumped in my chest.  I felt as if he was sharing
something special with me, something he didn't share with just
anyone.  It felt good.

   "I loved to climb tree's when I was little," he continued.
"Still do. We went to the park so I could go climb the trees...we
didn't really have good climbing tree's at our house...they all
went straight up with no branches or limbs to climb onto...but
the park had those tree's that a kid could go climb in for
hours...I still remember my favorite oak."

   Sam hesitated a moment and smiled that cute shy smile of his.
"I'm ranting, sorry.  I know this is boring."

   "No," I smiled, leaning forward a bit.  "I want to hear."

   "Well," Sam smiled, "I remember the first day I tried to climb
my oak...it was the biggest one in the park, the biggest of all
the trees for that matter.  For a long time, my dad wouldn't let
me climb it...he told me I wasn't big enough yet.  But one day I
asked, and he said ok.  I shot right up the thing, climbing
like...well, a kid I guess," Sam chuckled.

   "I got about half way up and slipped.  I fell right out the
tree and landed on my ass," he said.

   "Were you ok?" I asked expectantly, getting into the story.

   "I cried," Sam replied with a smirk.  "I'd like to think I
wasn't a real big crier, but I definitely cried then.  I ran to
my dad and told him I didn't want to climb tree's anymore.

   "My dad, he knelt down in front of me and dusted me off,
checked me for any cuts, and rubbed the grit out of the scrapes
on my palms. Then he smiled at me, picked me up, told me to watch
where I put my foot next time, and put me on the bottom branch of
that big ol' oak.  He sat back down in his seat and just watched
me.

   "Haven't fallen out of a tree since," Sam concluded and took
the last few bites of his burger.  Our waiter came by with a
check a few minutes later.

   "What about your mom?" I asked.  "What's she like?"

   Sam downed the last of his soda and looked at our check for a
long moment.

   "My mom..." he began.  Then he stood up and fished his wallet
out of his pants.  He smiled and me and held a hand out to help
me out of my seat.

   "Why dont we go for a walk?  Do you have the time?  We still
should talk about what happened at school," Sam said.

   I wanted to ask.  I wanted to know about his mom, and why he
was avoiding answering so blatantly, and why his smile was
suddenly so wane and subdued.  But I had the feeling I should
leave this be.

   "Sure," I smiled, and took his hand.  I pulled the twenty out
of my pocket.

   "My treat, I insist," Sam said firmly.

   "You sure?" I asked.  "You said your family doesn't have a lot
of money...

   "Positive," Sam replied.  "I've got money stashed over the
years for extra stuff like this."

   I made some waiter really happy with a twenty dollar tip that
day.

   Ezzie's was right across from several shops and stores lining
the street, so we decided to walk and check out what the stores
had set out in the display windows.

   "So when's your birthday?" I asked Sam.

   "Where'd that come from?" he asked with a smile.

   "Humor me," I giggled.

   "March 11th," he replied.  "How about you?"

   "September the 23rd," I said.

   "Wow, you just slid out of 16 last month huh?" He chuckled.

   "Yep."

   "This means I'm older than you," he grinned.

   "You're also shorter," I teased.

   "Yeah," he sighed dramatically, still grinning.  "I should've
drank more milk.  When I was little"

   "It's ok," I said.  "Tall people are overly proud of their
tallness."

   "Really?" Sam asked.

   "Well, my brothers' are tall, and they're both WAY too proud
of it."

   "You've got brothers`?  How many?"

   "Three," I replied.  "Plus twin sisters.  And I'm the oldest."

   Sam whistled softly and flashed his silly, lopsided grin.  I
could really go weak in the knees for that grin of his...

   "I'm an only child," Sam said.  "Apparently I was too much to
handle right off the bat."

   "Are you spoiled?" I teased.

   "No," Sam replied, and I believed him.

   We crossed the street and started walking back in the
direction we'd come from.

   "So what happened today?" Sam asked.

   I shrugged and watched my feet while we walked.  "I was
getting dressed like normal...I was a bit late leaving gym so I
was late showing up at the front of the main building."

   "Right.  Is that when Bret came around?" Sam asked gently.

   "He was already out there," I said.  "He looked like he was
about to leave.  There weren't any Program students out there and
it was pretty much him just standing around.  But when he saw me
he came over and started talking to me."

   Sam nodded and listened.

   "He started out casual enough.  He asked me if I was enjoying
the Program.  He asked me about what all had happened to me in
the Program and stuff.  And then he started asking me if I'd
given any relief."

   I blushed and glanced at him a bit shly.  "I told him it
wasn't his business."

   "Good.  It wasn`t," Sam replied.

   "He told me it was.  Then he made his request.  He wanted to
finger me."

   I saw a muscle jerk in Sam's jaw.  "He's such an ass," he
commented.

   "I know," I replied.  "I told him that I was dressed, so I
didn't have to listen to requests anymore.  Plus I wouldn't
listen to that one in the first place."

   "Which is when he started getting belligerent?" Sam asked.

   "Yeah.  I mean, he wasn't being nice about it in the first
place...he was being an ass and acting really cock.  But he
wasn't out and out mean until I said no."

   Sam shook his head and sighed.  "Bret's a head case."

   "Do you know him?" I asked.

   "He went to middle school with me.  He's hated my guts since I
can remember.  Dunno why.  I hate him because he's always tried
to start trouble with me.  That and he's just an ass."

   "This is why I don't like football players," I muttered.

   Sam looked over at me, trying to look into my face.  "Are you
ok?"

   "Yeah," I sighed.

   "Talk about it," Sam suggested.

   "Just kind of shook up.  I'll be alright.  It's the first time
I was in that situation," I lied.  I decided that telling him
about George wouldn't really help matters.

   "You could withdraw from the Program if you wanted," Sam
suggested.

   I thought about it for a moment.  I could.  I could get out
and put the whole thing behind me.  It would be an easy excuse. 
A good excuse.  And no one would ask me twice about it.

   "No," I decided.  "It's like Andy said, this wasn't because of
the Program.  It was because Bret's an ass.  Yeah, I've been
groped and felt up and all that other stuff during the last two
day's because of the Program, but nothing was like this.  Nothing
went too far before this. And no one tried to force anything on
me before now.  If Bret had bothered noticing me before the
Program he would've done about the same thing, if not worse."

   "You'd have to be an idiot to not notice you, Program or no,"
Sam smiled.

   I blushed and looked down again.  "You didn't notice me," I
murmured.

   "Yeah," Sam agreed.  "And I've never denied being an idiot,
either."

   I giggled and smiled at him.  He was something else.

   "Do you think he's going to bother me again?" I asked.

   "I don't know.," Sam said honestly.  "Part of me says yeah,
because Bret's an asshole and doesn't know when to quit.  But
then again, there are huge consequences for harassment toward
someone in the Program. He'd have to be the biggest dumbass in
the world to risk the kind of crap he'd get for messing with you
even more.  Hell, he could already get kicked out of school for
what he's done.  If he messed with you anymore he could be
looking at possible jail time for chrissake."

   A light breeze caught my hair and sent tendrils drifting
around my face. I swept it out of my eyes and tucked it behind my
ear.  "That's true.  They are really hard on people who take
advantage of the Program.

   "Still," Sam said.  "Maybe you should just report him anyway."

   "You think so?" I asked.

   "It'd get him expelled," Sam replied.

   "I don't know if I want to do that.  I mean yeah, he harassed
me, but he didn't actually touch me or try to hurt me or
anything," I replied.

   Sam shrugged.  "It's up to you.  I don't think he'd try to
risk getting his ass in trouble twice, even as stupid as he is. 
In any case, me and Andy and all the others'll be there to look
out for you."

   "Yeah.  It's nice that our little groups have gotten together.
 I think we all could become good friends," I replied.

   "Yeah.  I think Amelia likes you and Theresa.  I've never
known her to get along with girls but she seems to like you well
enough."

   "Amelia is pretty cool," I agreed.  "I wonder if Derik and
Andy were actually hanging out or if they just found each other
on the way to the main building on a fluke?"

   "We'll have to wait and see," Sam replied.  He smirked.  "I
don't think Derik likes me too much."

   I smiled.  "Derik's just really overprotective of me.  When I
first met him and became his friend he didn't have any other
friends at all.  Plus he's really weird.  But you'll grow on him,
don't worry."

   We'd arrived back at our cars and stood in front of each
other.

   "Um...do you think I could have your number?" I asked.  I felt
my face getting hot and my heart thumping.  I felt so unsure of
myself, but I knew I wanted to have a way to contact him.  "In
case I need to talk about what happened or something?"

   Sam looked down for a moment then smiled sheepishly at me.
"Uh, to tell the truth...my parents, uh, don`t really like people
calling up the house. They only want the phone used for
emergencies."

   "Oh.  Um...ok." I thought that was strange.  I pulled a piece
of paper and pen out of my purse and scribbled my number down on
it. "Well, here's my number.  If you've got some emergency, or
you need something and they change their minds you can call me. 
I'm here to support you too."

   "Thanks," Sam smiled.  He looked at the number for a moment
and put it away in his pocket.  "I'll try not to harass you too
late at night."

   I giggled and rolled my eyes.

   "Thanks Sam," I said.  "I really appreciate you helping me out
so much. Thanks for everything.  You've really gone above and
beyond what a partner is supposed to do."

   Sam smiled and scratched the back of his head.  "It's no
problem at all. I'm glad I can help.  Anyway, I'd like to think
we're not just partners, I'd like to think we're friends
too...right?"

   "Definitely," I replied without hesitation.

   "Well I'm in the habit of looking out for my friends, so this
is natural," he smiled.

   "I'm glad.  I need more people I can count on."

   I struggled with myself for a few moments before I made up my
mind, leaned forward, and planted a quick peck on his cheek.  It
felt odd that I was more embarrassed and hesitant about giving
him a kiss on the cheek than I was about swallowing his cum.

   "See you tomorrow," I said, and got into my car.

   My dad's inevitable freakout when I got home wouldn't be able
to spoil the good mood I was in, I was that happy.

   End Ch.  4

   Got this one up much more quickly than the last one.  I would
like to now apologize for the long delay between Chapters 3 and
4.  For several months I was without computer or internet, and as
such was unable to write or post up my work.  The next chapters
should be on their way much more quickly.  As always, comments,
questions, criticisms and observations are encouraged to be sent
to crouching_buddha2000@yahoo.com . Wednesday coming soon. 
