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Jason & Jennifer Naked In School - Friday
By Jeremy Spencer
Copyright 2004

CHAPTER ONE - JENNIFER

I was still on cloud nine when I woke up this morning.  I thought for a 
moment about sneaking into Jason's room.  I've always had a fantasy of 
giving someone a wake-up blowjob, but thought there were a few things 
that could go wrong.  The last thing we needed was for Jason to wake up 
screaming as I sucked on his cock.  If Mom caught me in his room twice, 
I don't know what would happen.

Actually, I was a little confused about what she was thinking.  I ate 
breakfast like I normally did, and for once all five of us were there.  
Jason and Samantha and I shared a few glances, and I'm not sure which 
of us was the most nervous.  Neither Mom nor Dad seemed to notice 
anything however, and Jason and I made it out of the house without any 
major blowups.

It confused me though, because Mom seemed to have almost forgotten that 
Jason and I were still walking the halls at school completely naked.  
It was as if catching the two of us in bed had freaked her out 
completely, and I worried about what would happen when all of this came 
to a head.

Jason and I walked up to the school, still a few minutes early for 
first period, and it occurred to me that here it was, Friday morning, 
and today was going to be the first day that both of us had arrived at 
school at the same time, at least to the high school.  Generally a 
pretty large crowd gathers to watch the participants strip out of their 
clothes, but because the two of us had been spending so much time away 
from the high school, today was the first day for that.

Probably because of that, there were only a couple people hanging 
around outside the school when we got there, and they really didn't 
seem to be paying us too much attention.

That quickly changed as the two of us started shucking our clothes.  I 
wasn't trying to be seductive or anything, but Jason's dick started 
swelling the second my bra came off, and I have to admit my juices 
started flowing when he dropped his underwear.  It's weird how it's 
still exciting watching someone like Jason undress, even after having 
seen him naked all week.

Jason had a test in English, so he hurried off to get some last-minute 
studying in, and I wandered off to the band room.  Mr. Bergerud was 
there, and he congratulated me on the nice job the choir had done the 
night before, and asked me to tell Jason when I saw him.

"Why don't you just tell him at choir today?" I asked.

"No after-school classes, remember?" he said.  "Did you forget about 
the big pep rally?"

"Oh... yeah."

I had forgotten, actually.  The last couple hours of today was a 
special, all-school pep rally for the volleyball team.  I knew there 
were going to be three or four busloads of people making the three hour 
drive to the state finals.  They'd be heading up Saturday morning, but 
the volleyball team was leaving right after school, so today would be 
the last chance for us to get a big sendoff.

I grabbed my clarinet out of its case and spent a few minutes putting 
the pieces together.  I've always hated sucking on the reed to get it 
wet enough to play, so I walked out to the drinking fountain to run 
some water over it, and about got run over.

"Sorry, Jennifer," I heard a voice stammer.  I looked behind me and saw 
it was Johnny Randolph who had almost plowed into me.

"Hey Johnny," I answered, turning back to the water fountain.

"I... I haven't seen you around much," he said.  "Are you going to be 
here for rehearsal today?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so.  Why?"

"Well, you said... on Monday... that maybe I could help you."

I thought back and started smiling as I remembered our last meeting.

"That's right," I said, beginning to grin at his discomfort.  Obviously 
little Johnny wanted another shot at my boobs.  "It rained, didn't it, 
and I said you could help me dry off."

Johnny's face lit up as he realized I remembered Monday.  It had rained 
and I'd allowed him the privilege of drying me off after we marched 
outside.  I'd teased him about his hard-on, but if I remembered right 
his bulge had felt more than adequate.

"Yeah," he said, nodding frantically.  "You think I could... help you 
out today?"

"Sorry, Johnny.  It wasn't raining when I came in.  Probably won't happen."

As it turns out, nothing did happen.  We were pretty much done marching 
for the year and we spent the entire rehearsal practicing inside.  I 
had a hard time concentrating though.  I'd forgotten just how cold 
those stupid metal folding chairs can be, especially to my bare butt!  
I warmed up eventually, but it was definitely distracting.

One thing I've always hated about playing clarinet is that we sit right 
in front of the trumpet players.  They're not so bad, but if you've 
ever played a brass instrument you know that moisture builds up in the 
pipes and you eventually have to use the spit valve on the horn to let 
it drip out onto the ground.  Well, today some joker decided it would 
be funny to blow into his horn with the spit valve open, and I got a 
spray of the oily crap all over my neck and back.

"Gross!" I shouted, turning around to glare at whoever had done it.  
None of the players 'fessed up about it, and I stalked to the bathroom 
to clean off.

I was trying to get as much of the gunk off me as I could, but wasn't 
having much luck.

"Can I help?" I heard from behind me and I spun around, unaware there 
was someone else in the bathroom besides me.

"Hey Johnny," I said, smiling at him.  The kid was nothing if not 
persistent.  "Would you like to help me get dried off?" I asked.  What 
the heck, might as well give the kid a thrill, right?  For a second I 
wondered if maybe he'd paid off the trumpet player, but dismissed it as 
a silly idea... Johnny just didn't seem like the sneaky kind of guy.

"Sure," he said quickly, grabbing the paper towels out of my hand.  I 
spun away from him, and soon felt his hands wiping off my back.  If his 
hands strayed a little lower than was strictly necessary I didn't mind 
too much.  I had to put a stop when he offered to dry off my tits.  
They weren't wet!

"Sorry Johnny," I said as I turned around.  "It's not necessary."

Once again I saw that all the excitement had given Johnny a fairly 
large lump in his pants, and I decided to take pity on him.

"Would you like a little help with that?" I asked, pointing at his 
groin.  Johnny blushed, squirming a bit under my gaze as he fought his 
conflicting emotions.  It was obvious he wanted to run out of the 
bathroom about as much as he wanted to drop his pants.  Not 
surprisingly the urge to drop his pants won out.

"Sure," he said with an unsteady voice.  His eyes widened as I dropped 
to my knees in front of him, my right hand slowly stroking up and down 
the length of his prick through his jeans.  He moaned as I unzipped his 
zipper and reached inside.  He was wearing boxers and it didn't take 
too much effort for me to coax his prick through the fly of his pants.

Like I'd thought originally, for a kid his age... well... he was going 
to make some girl very happy, if you know what I mean.  He was already 
leaking quite a bit of pre-cum out of the tip of his cock, and I spread 
it over the fat head.  I was thinking about giving the kid what would 
probably be his first blowjob, but by the time I'd stroked his dick 
four or five times, he was already gasping as his orgasm hit him.

Suddenly I had thick spurts of cum shooting all over my hand and chest 
as Johnny humped against my fist, crying out as each jet left his 
prick.  His climax seemed to go on for a long time, and I kept pumping 
until at last he pulled away from me.

"Wow," he whispered, his face red and his breaths coming in short 
gasps.  I stood and looked at myself in the mirror, realizing I was a 
mess.  I had sticky lines of his semen all over my chest, and it took a 
lot of gentle arguing before I finally was able to get Johnny to leave 
me alone.  I can clean myself up quite well, thank you very much, and 
wasn't sure what would happen if I let him get his hands on me again.

"Thanks for helping me clean up, Johnny," I sang over my shoulder as I 
left the bathroom.  "You were a big help."

"You're welcome," I heard him yell back at me as the door swung shut.  
I laughed at the image of him standing there, his soft prick sticking 
out the front of his pants.  He was going to have a difficult time 
getting to his next class on time, I thought.

As was I, I realized, as the bell rang.  I hurried back to the band 
room to get my books, and hustled my way through the halls to health.


CHAPTER TWO - JASON

My morning classes were really boring for some reason.  During first 
period all I had was a test in English class.  It covered a lot of 
Shakespeare's sonnets and other poems, and I think I aced it.

Then in health class all we did was study for a test we had coming up 
next week.

I was heading for biology when I happened to run into Justin Miller in 
the hallway.  He looked at me for a moment and started laughing 
hysterically.

"What's the problem?" I asked, checking myself to see if anything 
looked out of place.  Other than being naked, I mean.

"You... you just look so silly walking around with... with your tiny 
little sausage flopping around like that," he laughed, pointing at my 
dick.  I realize how big a guy's dick is in the locker room has nothing 
to do with how big it gets when it's erect, but still... what guy likes 
having his dick called puny?  Still, I probably shouldn't have said 
what I did.

"Yeah, well... it sure seems big enough for Jennifer," I said.  "More 
than you can say!"

Justin and Jennifer had dated for a while a year or so ago, kind of the 
same time I'd dated Brenda, before we both realized what evil warthogs 
the other person was.  Jennifer says she had really told off Justin, so 
it was no wonder he was mad at her, but that still didn't give him the 
right to attack her in the showers on Monday.

"Fuck you!" he screamed and started coming after me.  I dropped my 
books, readying myself in case he took a swing at me.  I'm not a 
fighter by any means, and like I said, I felt kind of bad that I 
started this, but I wanted to be able to protect myself if he decided 
to throw a punch.

Fortunately a few teachers saw what was happening.  They quickly 
intervened, and nothing more happened.  I sighed, knowing I was going 
to have to make yet another trip to the principal's office, this one 
earned in my opinion.  To my surprise, Mr. Tyler, a freshman science 
teacher only grabbed Justin.

"What about him?" he yelled, pointing at me.

"I saw the whole thing, young man.  You're coming with me."

"Just you wait," Justin yelled back at me.  "I'll get you for this!"

I shook my head, a little unnerved by the whole thing, but quickly made 
my way to biology.

In keeping with the theme of human sexual response, today the class was 
discussing why some people responded to the opposite sex and some to 
their own.  The discussion quickly turned into an argument between the 
"born gay" and the "decided to be gay" opinions.

"What about bisexuality?" I asked.

"What about it?" Mr. Sanders asked.

"Well, my sister thinks she might be bisexual, but she isn't sure."

"So she's curious?" asked Teresa Jones.  Teresa was one of my friends 
that in my opinion I didn't hang out with enough.  She was also one of 
the school's confirmed lesbians.  "She's pretty cute," she said, 
grinning.  "Send her my way!"

The class laughed, but Mr. Sanders got a thoughtful look on his face.  
I couldn't hear what he said, but he called one of the students to his 
desk and wrote a quick note, and the student went hurrying off.  
Nothing was said, and the discussion quickly turned to the hot topic of 
gay marriage for a few minutes, when to my surprise the student came 
back, followed by Jennifer.

She shot me a look, wondering what was going on, and I shrugged my 
shoulders.  I had an inkling of what it might be about, and wondered if 
I had should have mentioned what Jennifer had told me about being 
curious about girls.  My suspicions were confirmed when Mr. Sanders 
called Jennifer and Teresa up to the front of the class.

"Jennifer," he said.  "Jason tells us you have an interest in girls, is 
that right?"  I wanted to sink down into my chair, but Jennifer caught 
my eye and gave me a look that told me all I needed to know about how 
she felt.  I groaned, knowing we would be talking about this later.

"Yes," she said quietly, not able to meet Teresa's glance.  Mr. Sanders 
went on to say that he thought this would be a good time for Jennifer 
to do some exploring, and he felt Teresa would be an excellent teacher.

"Thank you," Teresa said loudly.  The class laughed as she blew me a 
kiss, and I felt like crawling under my desk.

"I don't suppose this counts as a reasonable request, does it?" 
Jennifer asked, trying to find some way out of this.  I felt bad that 
I'd gotten her into this, but it was too late to take it back.

"No, it doesn't," Mr. Sanders said.

"Fine... what do I do?" Jennifer asked nervously.  As much as she was 
resigned to her fate, I thought Jennifer still looked excited at the 
prospect of touching another girl, even if it wasn't in the best 
circumstances.

"Don't worry, honey," Teresa drawled.  "I'll teach you everything you 
need to know."


CHAPTER THREE - JENNIFER

I wanted to kill Jason, it was that simple.  I'd been perfectly content 
sitting in my study hall when about halfway through the period one of 
the hall monitors came and grabbed me.  She said it had something to do 
with one of the biology classes, and my first thought was Mr. Sanders 
wanted Jason and I to demonstrate something.

I was half right.

Okay, I admit it, I was pretty nervous about the whole thing.  I'd been 
having strange feelings around girls for a while, but hadn't had the 
nerve to do any exploring, and now this.  In my mind this was worse 
than being naked.  Much more personal.

"I'll teach you everything you need to know," Teresa said.  She was 
pretty hot, actually, although probably not the kind of girl I would 
have gone after.  Teresa was definitely not your typical butch lesbian. 
 On the contrary she was one of the cheerleaders.  Skinny and tall, but 
with a rather big set of tits, and as she quickly stripped out of her 
clothes I wondered if they were real.

"Ta da!" she said gleefully, doing a mock curtsey in front of the class 
when she was finally bare.  Teresa would have no problems being in The 
Program if her name ever came up, I was sure of it.  She turned and 
looked me in the eye.  "Come here, little girl.  Let me show you what 
the fuss is all about."

I stood there, arms at my sides, as Teresa walked around me, almost as 
if she was judging a piece of meat or a melon at the grocery store.

"Nice ass," she said, and I felt her hand brush down between my cheeks. 
 I could feel myself starting to get moist, and her fingers lightly 
toying with the lips of my pussy only accelerated things.

Suddenly she had moved around to my front and dropped to her knees, her 
eyes and mouth at pussy level.

"You smell delicious," she said softly, before leaning in and kissing 
my thighs.  I parted my legs to give her more room, and was rewarded as 
she kissed me all over, all the while running her hands up and down my 
legs.  I thought I was going to pass out from all the attention, her 
touch was so light and feathery on the soft down of my pubic hair.

"Harder," I whispered.  "Lick me harder."  Her touch was almost too 
light, and I needed more stimulation.

"Relax," she answered.  "Let me do this.  I'm the professional here," 
she grinned, quickly dipping her head back and licking up my moist 
slit.  Her tongue bumped against my clit and I shuddered, releasing a 
tiny flood of juices in the process.

My legs were quickly becoming unsteady as Teresa continued to lightly 
tongue my tender flesh, and I turned my head, frantically searching for 
a chair.  Teresa looked around in confusion as I pulled away, 
collapsing back onto the chair, but quickly followed as I spread my 
legs apart.

My nipples were little bullets as I pulled and twisted at the rubbery 
nubs.  My hips thrust almost on their own accord, rushing to meet 
Teresa's talented tongue.  In addition to her mouth, she had begun 
running a finger up and down my slit, collecting my juices and 
spreading them around my clit.  I looked down in amazement as I watched 
this... this girl expertly bringing me closer to my orgasm.

The thought hit me with a rush, and I felt my pussy spasm in 
response... I was being eaten out by a girl, in front of a classroom of 
kids, and I was loving it.  Teresa must have sensed I was getting close 
to my climax, and sped up her tongue, driving the slippery muscle as 
deep into my tunnel as she could.

Suddenly I was there, and the tingling quickly spread through my chest 
and arms, and I felt myself quivering through the orgasm.  I clamped my 
legs over her head, smothering her face with my pussy, all the while 
humping against her tongue.

"Oh God oh God oh God," I heard myself whimpering as the waves of 
pleasure rolled over me again and again.  Finally I couldn't stand any 
more and rather unceremoniously pushed Teresa away.  I was sweating and 
out of breath, but I was also very satisfied.

When I had finally calmed down, I reached out to Teresa, helping her 
off the floor.  I threw my arms around her neck, kissing her face all 
over.

"Thanks," I whispered.  "That was wonderful."

"Do me?" she asked, suddenly shy.  I nodded enthusiastically, but 
frowned when the bell rang, signifying the end of the period.

"Later," I promised.  "I will definitely see you later, okay?"

"Sounds good," she said, giggling.  "So, did I turn you?" she asked.  I 
shook my head emphatically.

"Not even close," I said as Jason walked up.  He looked out of it, and 
I noticed his cock was rock hard.  He grabbed me around the waist and 
began smothering me with kisses, which I eagerly returned.

"I guess I can see that," Teresa said, and began walking away.

"Hey, come back here," I said, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling 
her back to me.  "You didn't turn me into a lesbian, but you may just 
have opened up a whole new set of options for me."

"Good," she said, kissing me lightly on the nose.  Teresa quickly 
grabbed her clothes and books, something Jason and I didn't need to 
deal with, fortunately.

"So," Jason said nervously.  "I'm sorry... I spoke up before I thought 
of what could happen.  I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that!  
You pissed at me?"

I thought for a moment, but shook my head.  "I was," I answered 
truthfully.  "But... it was just too good an experience.  I think it 
could have been handled a little better, mind you," I scolded.  "But it 
was good."

Really good, I thought to myself.  I was physically exhausted but 
satisfied as I walked with Jason to gym, my mind still filled with 
thoughts of what had just happened.


CHAPTER FOUR - JASON

I considered myself a fortunate man as Jennifer and I walked out of my 
biology class.  I'd gone from the possibility of having my butt kicked 
by my sister to having to fend off her kisses in the course of fifteen 
minutes and one huge orgasm.  To say I sighed a sigh of relief would be 
an understatement.

Gym was okay.  Jennifer was lucky enough to be allowed to sit out.  
Because of the upcoming volleyball game no one wanted her to get hurt, 
so she sat on the sidelines while the rest of us, ironically enough, 
played volleyball.

I've never wanted to wear a jockstrap more than I did for that hour.  I 
was bouncing around so much I thought I'd bruised just about everything 
I had to bruise.

I was soaping up in the shower, trying to be gentle with my cock and 
balls, when Heather Carter walked up to me.

"Can I help you out?" she asked.

"I suppose that's a reasonable request," I managed.  This was kind of a 
dream come true for me.  I'd had a crush on Heather since sixth grade, 
and while I knew nothing was going to come of it, it was certainly nice 
to have her washing me.

"Nice," she said as her soapy hands slid up and down the shaft of my 
cock.  I closed my eyes and let the sensations run over me as I 
received an expert hand-job.  Suddenly I heard a slap and Heather's 
hand was ripped away from my cock.

"What the hell are you doing?" someone screamed and I opened my eyes to 
see Brenda shouting at Heather, who was standing there with a stunned 
look in her eye.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I can't believe you were touching that... that asshole!"

"What's your problem?" Heather yelled, getting a little pissed now.  
"I'm just trying to help him out... show him a good time."

"That asshole doesn't deserve a good time," Brenda spat back, getting 
herself bent seriously out of shape.  "That fucker dumped me sophomore 
year, and he deserves the biggest case of blue balls ever, so fucking 
don't touch him!" she screamed, and slapped Heather across the face.

Let it never be said that all fights between girls involve scratching 
and hair-pulling.  If I hadn't seen it I wouldn't have believed it.  
Heather stood there for a moment before she reached up to feel her 
cheek, which by this time was turning red from where Brenda had slapped 
her.  Suddenly Heather cocked her hand back and before Brenda knew what 
was happening, rammed her first hard into Brenda's chest, knocking her 
back against the wall.

Brenda looked stunned for a moment before jumping back at Heather, but 
the larger girl was ready for Brenda's charge and jumped out of the 
way, pushing Brenda in the back as she careened past.  Brenda was out 
of control on the slippery floor, and grazed against one of the shower 
heads as she barreled into the wall.

Before anything else could happen, friends of each girl stepped in to 
keep the two separated.  Brenda was bleeding a little bit from where 
her forehead had scraped against the shower head, and as she walked 
past me to the dressing room she turned back to me.

"You're going to pay for this you shit!" she spit through clenched 
teeth.  "You and that bitch sister are going to pay!"

The locker room was silent at this point, and I hurried to see if 
Heather was okay.

"I'm fine," she muttered, still rubbing the puffy red spot on her 
cheek.  "How are you?" she asked, glancing at my cock, which had long 
since gone soft.

"I'll survive," I laughed.  "You sure you're okay?"

Heather nodded and the two of us quickly finished rinsing off and left 
the showers.

I mentioned the altercation to Jennifer at lunch, who didn't seem all 
that surprised.

"I heard something had happened in the showers," she admitted.  "Seems 
only appropriate it was Brenda.  She and Justin seem to have it in for 
us," she grinned.

"My ex and your ex," I said, laughing.  "Seems only fair."

"They're such jerks," she agreed.  "They're perfect for each other."

Jennifer ate her lunch hurriedly, as the afternoon was going to be an 
all-school pep rally for the volleyball team.  She had to rush off to 
meet with the team, so I sat around the lunch room finishing my meal as 
I waited for the pep rally to start.

I had wondered about the intelligence of a two hour rah-rah session, 
but that was before the pep rally began.  Once I realized how lengthy a 
chore it was to get everyone in the school filed into the gym and 
settled down, I realized that the time allotment was just fine.

After a couple speeches by Miss Pomeroy and the school superintendent, 
Mr. White the volleyball coach got up.  He gave a pep talk to the 
students, trying to get us excited about the game, and asking that as 
many of us as possible make the drive to cheer on the team.  The 
cheerleaders came out after that and led a few cheers, while the pep 
band played the school song.

The junior varsity team had put together a couple skits, which were 
pretty funny.  Each girl on the team was impersonating one of the 
varsity players.  I felt sorry for Janet Riley, one of the freshman 
girls.  She was the one picked to be Jennifer.  Janet wasn't in The 
Program, none of the junior varsity girls were, but she still ended up 
naked on the stage.  She took it well though, although I think she was 
in a bit of a hurry to get back into her clothes!

I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Jennifer after everything was 
finished.  The team and coaches were heading off right after school, so 
they could get to the hotel early enough to relax before getting a 
decent night's rest.  Dad and I had talked about it, and were planning 
on heading out early the next morning with Mom and Samantha, so I 
planned on a quiet evening at home.


CHAPTER FIVE - JENNIFER

I hate school buses.  Hate them with a passion.  I was never so happy 
as when I turned sixteen and got my license, because that was the end 
of riding on school buses.  Now here I was stuck for three hours on a 
school bus and I was miserable.  I tried sleeping, even thought I 
wasn't tired, but that just made my neck hurt.  Thankfully there 
weren't a lot of us on the bus so it wasn't crowded, but still... it 
wasn't my idea of a fun way to spend a Friday afternoon.

Finally we arrived at the hotel and Coach White went inside to get our 
room assignments.  Rachel Hobbs and I were rooming together so I helped 
her carry her bags in.  For a two-night stay, she sure brought a bunch 
of stuff with her!

"What do you want to do now?" she asked.  The team had eaten dinner at 
a nearby restaurant and we had the rest of the evening free, at least 
until our curfew at eleven o'clock.  Our one chance to practice in the 
gym where the game would be played was Saturday at nine o'clock, and I 
knew the coaches would be strict about checking our rooms.

"I don't know.  The hotel has an indoor pool.  Wanna go swimming?"

Rachel thought about it for a second but nodded her head.  "That could 
be fun.  I brought my bikini just in case.  Did you pack a suit?"

I laughed out loud at her question, rolling my eyes.

"I'm wearing it," I said.

"What?"

"Yeah... this is still a school event, so I'm naked until Sunday."

"You mean you have to play the state championship like that?" she asked.

"Duh.  That's why I wasn't all that happy about being in The Program 
this week."

"Aren't you going to be nervous?" she asked, thinking of the thousands 
of people who would see me.

"I don't think so, actually," I answered.  "I've kind of gotten used to 
it, and I don't think it will be nearly as bad when I don't know any of 
the people.  It's worse being naked around people at school.  A crowd 
full of strangers shouldn't be a problem."

"I suppose," she said, but I think she was still skeptical.

"Ready to go swimming?" I asked.  Rachel nodded and to my surprise 
started stripping out of her clothes right in front of me.  I suppose 
if I was naked, she didn't think anything of showing me everything she 
had.

As she pulled down her panties, I saw her completely shaved pussy and 
remembered something Jason had told me.

"Jason really liked it that you shave," I said.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah.  He... he told me about you giving him a blowjob in the shower, 
and mentioned that you shave your... your pussy.  He said it felt 
really good."

"It does," she said with a dreamy look in her eye.  "It feels great... 
so smooth and slippery, especially when I... when someone touches it."  
She abruptly stopped talking, a blush forming on her cheeks.

"Is it hard to do?" I asked.  I don't know why, but suddenly I had the 
urge to shave too.

"Kind of," she admitted.  "I had my sister help the first time.  God, 
that was embarrassing.  I've never felt so exposed in my life, up there 
on the bathroom counter with my legs spread wide.  You have to shave 
everything, all the way back to your butt."

"Once you do it, though.  Does it really itch?"

"Sometimes," she said.  "You have to keep up with your grooming, or 
it's worse than when your underarm hair first starts to grow back, and 
really itches.  It feels great though.  Even panties feel different, 
like they're touching you all over.  You should try it."

"You think so?" I asked, hoping she would convince me.

"I know so.  Besides," she said with a twinkle in her eye.  "Jason 
would love it!"

"Okay," I sighed, not wanting to appear to eager.  "You sold me."

"Cool!  You want to do it now?"

"Let's go swimming first," I said.  "I want to relax a bit, I'm still 
kind of sore from the bus trip."

"Okay, then.  Let's go," Rachel said, quickly pulling on her swimsuit.

The two of us trudged down to the pool area.  I got some funny looks 
from a couple of bell boys, but I was used to it, and they didn't say 
anything, so I ignored them.

The water was nice and warm and I dove in gratefully.  After swimming a 
few laps I wanted to loosen my muscles and was just relaxing, floating 
on my back when suddenly I heard a voice.

"Young lady, get out of the pool this instant."  I looked up and saw 
the front desk clerk, along with the two bell boys, standing at the 
edge of the pool, her hands on her hips.

"What for?" I asked.

"You're... you're naked!  You can't just walk around like that," she sputtered.

"Not that I want to," I said patiently.  "But I have to."  I explained 
The Program, but the lady just wasn't buying it.

"Who are you here with?" she demanded.

"I'm here for the volleyball finals," I said.  I gave her Coach White's 
name and room number, and she stormed off to talk with him.  A few 
minutes later she was back, looking much calmer than before.

"I'm sorry," she said.  "I hadn't been informed that you would be with 
us, or I would have alerted the staff.  I'm afraid you still can't swim 
in the pool, however," she continued.

"Why not?" blurted Rachel.  "That's so discriminatory!  Just because 
she's naked?  She has to be!  It's part of school."

The lady stiffened at the accusation, but ignored it.  "No.  Not 
because she's naked, but because state health codes demand that all 
swimmers must be wearing proper swimming attire.  I'm sorry.  I do 
understand, but you'll have to get out."

"That's bullshit!" shrieked Rachel, but I put my arm on her shoulder.

"It's okay," I said.  "I've been here long enough.  Let's just go back 
to the room, okay?"

Rachel agreed, although a bit unhappily, and I saw her shoot a look at 
the desk clerk on our way out of the pool area.


CHAPTER SIX - JASON

When I got home after school the house was empty, but Mom had left a 
note, saying she and Dad would be home late from a party at Dad's 
office, and that Samantha and I should order pizza for dinner.

"What kind do you want?" I asked Samantha when she got home.

"I dunno.  Mushroom and olive," she answered, and I grimaced.

"That's so gross," I said.  "Why don't you like normal pizza?  What's 
wrong with pepperoni or sausage."

"I just don't like them," she said.  "Can't we get my kind?  Or how 
about we get half and half?"

"I don't like that," I answered, feeling like a couple of three 
year-olds arguing over who gets which half of the sandbox.  "I always 
end up with some of your crap on my half.  How about we get two medium 
pizzas instead of a large?"

"Do we have enough money?" Samantha asked.  She checked, finding that 
our parents had left enough for two pizza pies, so I ordered.  True to 
their word, the pizza showed up in forty-five minutes, and Samantha and 
I ate quietly in the kitchen.

I looked at my watch, seeing it was getting close to seven, and excused 
myself from the table.

"I'll be in my room," I said.  "I have some studying to do."

"Wait a minute, Jason.  Can I ask you something?" Samantha asked.

I turned and looked at her.  "Yeah.  What?"

"Well, what's really going on with you and Jennifer?"

"Well... I think we're in love."

"How do you know?"

"It's hard to describe," I sighed, sitting back on the couch beside 
Samantha.  "I could be completely wrong... I don't think I've ever been 
in love before.  I've been in lust an awful lot of times," I said, 
bringing a smile to Samantha's face.

"I know!  Jeez... I saw you guys at school, remember?"

"That wasn't lust," I said.  "That was... wow, that was something else 
entirely."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, lust is just wanting... wanting to..."

"To fuck somebody?"

"Watch it, kid.  But yes... lust is just... wanting to get your rocks off."

"Girls don't have rocks," Samantha kidded.

"You know what I mean, though, right?  Don't be silly about this, okay?"

"Okay.  Jeez... sorry."

"Anyway, this wasn't lust.  It was like we were so into each other."

"I'll say you were into her."

"Samantha!"

"I'm kidding, but you were," Samantha paused, but quickly continued 
when I gave her a look.  "I mean, you were really into each other, and 
it was like you didn't even realize everybody else was in the room, 
right?"

"Right.  But it's more than that.  Part of this is infatuation, and the 
fact that this is so new to me, but I am so sad right now, since 
Jennifer is gone."

"Does it kind of hurt?" Samantha asked.

"Yeah.  Why?"

"That's how I felt when my dad died," she said quietly.

"I'm sorry.  But yeah, that's love.  A different kind of love, but 
still love.  You just want to be around the person constantly and it 
hurts when they're gone, and it's like you're kind of lost, right?"

"Yeah."

"Does it hurt so much anymore?" I asked.

"Kind of," she admitted.  "Does it ever go away?"

I smiled.  "You don't want it to go away.  It's like that for you like 
it is for me and my mom.  If it goes away you've kind of forgotten 
about him, haven't you?  And you don't want to do that anymore than I 
want to forget my mom."

"So it always hurts?"

"Sort of.  It gets better, and eventually the hurt is kind of good.  It 
aches, but it makes you remember all the good things."

"So you'd feel that way about Jennifer if..."

"If she died, yes.  But not everybody dies," I said, wrapping my arm 
around her shoulders.  "Sometimes people leave, and it hurts just as 
bad.  Understand?"

"Yes.  No.  Kind of?"

"That's good," I said.  "You're too young to be worried about love like 
that anyway."

"Am not," she said.

"Yes... you are.  But that's a good thing.  Love can be a lot of 
hassles and hard work."

"Is it worth it?" she asked.

"Yeah.  But it was worth the wait too, so don't be in such a hurry to 
grow up, okay?"

"I guess."

"Good," I patted her on the shoulder.  "So what do you want to do now?" 
I asked, having decided studying could wait.  It wasn't often Samantha 
and I had a good talk, and I didn't want to ruin the good mood by 
running off to study.  "Wanna go play some video games?"

"Nah.  I think I just want to go to my room and listen to music," she said.

"Okay.  Have a good night."

"You too, and Jason... thanks."

"No problem."

I grabbed a book and went to my room to get ready for bed, happy to 
have had the talk with Samantha.  I read for a while but got tired, and 
went to sleep that night dreaming of the state championship the next 
day.


CHAPTER SEVEN - JENNIFER

"So, what do you want to do now?" Rachel asked me as we walked back to 
our hotel room.

"I don't know... watch television, maybe?"

"Or I was thinking... maybe I could give you a little shave?" she asked.

"I don't know, Rachel."

"But you said you wanted to!"

"I do.  I think."

"So, what's the problem?"

"What's tomorrow?" I asked her.

"The volleyball game," she said.

"And who's going to be naked during it?"

"You are, but... oh, yeah."

"I think I want to get used to looking like a twelve year-old before 
everyone else sees me like that!"

"Oh, so you plan on letting everybody else see it, do you?" she laughed.

"You know what I mean," I grumbled, falling onto my bed.  It had been a 
tiring day, and I was ready for some sleep.

"I do, but Jennifer trust me, okay?  With those things," she said, 
pointing at my tits.  "No one will ever confuse you for a twelve 
year-old."

"Twelve year-old with implants, maybe?" I joked.

"Maybe."

Suddenly Rachel dropped to the bed beside me.  Her hair was still wet 
from the pool and I could smell the chlorine in her clothes and on her 
skin.  She looked at me intently, her hand coming to a rest on my thigh.

"You sure you don't want me to shave this?" she asked, and I gasped as 
her hand dipped down into my bush.  "It wouldn't be any trouble," she 
said.

I moaned as her fingers played over my labia, my pussy quickly moist 
from her attention.

"Are you sure you just want to shave me?" I asked as she stroked along 
my damp furrow.  I spread my legs wider to give her easier access, 
which she quickly took advantage of, dropping to her knees between my 
thighs, her face inches from my pussy.

"Shave you.  Lick you.  Finger you.  Whatever," she said.  I could feel 
her hot breath against me, and instinctively lifted my hips off the bed.

"Why?" I heard myself asking.

"I heard about what you and Teresa did in biology today," she said 
matter-of-factly.

"Oh God," I groaned.  "Did everyone hear about that?"

"Probably," she said, licking her lips as her mouth drew closer to my 
gaping pussy.  I could feel my juices collecting at my opening and 
trembled as I thought of her tongue lapping up my oils.

No sooner had I thought it when I felt her moist tongue begin lapping 
at my pussy.  She was tentative at first, lightly stroking along my wet 
slit with short strokes.

"Yummy," she said.  "When I heard about Teresa going down on you, it 
got me so hot.  I've wanted to try sex with another girl for so long."

"Me too," I moaned as Rachel's nose bumped against my clit, sending 
little shock waves through my pussy.

"So this is your second time then?" she asked, and I found myself 
barely able to nod.  "Good, then you can show me what to do."

"Oh fuck... you're doing fine," I moaned.  "Just keep doing that, right there."

Rachel was, I quickly found, a good student, and soon had me bucking my 
hips up against her face as she brought me to an orgasm.

"That was so cool," she said happily, wiping my juices from her face.  
"I wasn't sure if I was going to like it," she admitted, licking her 
fingers clean.  "But I do."

"How does it taste?" I asked.  As curious as I'd been, I still had yet 
to taste a girl's pussy, even my own, but I intended to rectify that 
shortly.

"Kind of tangy," she said.  "Sweet and a little bitter.  Want to 
taste?" she asked, holding out a finger.

"Yes," I said, taking the offered finger and running my tongue all 
around it.  I licked my lips as she blushed.  "It is yummy," I said, 
pushing her onto her back.  She grinned as she slowly spread her legs, 
a look of excitement in her eyes.  "But I want it straight from the 
source."

"Oh yes," Rachel hissed.  I slid the crotch of her bikini to the side, 
revealing the smooth lips of her pussy, already wet with her juices.

It was a new experience, playing with another girl's pussy, much 
different than playing with my own.  For one thing, I'd never really 
seen a girl's plumbing from this angle, and I finally understood what 
guys meant when they talked about it being like a flower.

Rachel's pussy opened up in front of me, her smooth, puffy outer lips 
spreading to reveal the delicate pink folds of her inner lips and her 
smooth inner flesh.  She definitely had a strong odor, but it was 
arousing, and soon I was running my tongue all over her baby-smooth 
pussy as she leaked her tangy juice onto my lips and cheeks.

I wanted to know how I was doing, but Rachel was unable to really 
provide any answers as she lay panting on the bed, so I assumed I had 
done a good job.  I'd really done nothing more than try and do what I 
wanted guys to do, and it seemed effective enough.

My tongue began to tire long before Rachel was going to, it appeared, 
and I slowly slipped two fingers inside her pussy.

"Oh shit," she yelped as I penetrated her, and suddenly her hips were 
rocking back and forth, thrusting up against my hand.  Rachel began 
grabbing at the bed sheets, chanting as she neared her orgasm.

I found myself almost ready to climax as I thrust into her pussy with 
my fingers and tongue, and began rolling my hips in a circle, pushing 
my pussy against the corner of the bed.  The contact was nearly enough, 
and as Rachel finally screamed out her climax, I climbed on the bed 
beside her and quickly brought myself off with my fingers.

Exhausted from our love-making, I curled up on the bed while Rachel 
took a quick shower.  I found myself thinking of Jason, and wondered 
what he would think.  In a way it felt like I was cheating on him, but 
remembered how excited he had seemed watching me with Teresa that 
morning, and didn't think he would mind too much.

I knew I smelled like a whorehouse, but I rolled over to go to sleep, 
not bothering to clean up.  I knew I would have plenty of time in the 
morning, and in fact was enjoying lying there, smelling the results of 
our lust.

I found myself wondering if Jason would be up for a little playtime 
with Rachel and me after the game tomorrow, but quickly put that out of 
my head.  I knew I had to concentrate on the game.  I wanted to end my 
high school career as a state champ, and knew it was going to take all 
I had, and maybe more, to make it happen.

End Friday

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