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Day 6 – Monday

Warren woke up to his alarm going off. His eyes jerked open, but he laid there for a few moments just staring at the ceiling. Then he shook his head and smiled, imagining the day before him. After spending several moments planning out his day, Warren finally reached over, slapped his alarm clock off and headed straight for the shower.

Rushing though the shower, Warren ignored his morning wood, not jerking off. When he was done in the bathroom, he walked out towards his room. His sister was waiting for the bathroom just outside it leaning against the wall in her robe. She said nothing, with her head facing the floor. However, walking by her, Warren noticed that the top of her robe was open much more than usual, giving him a view of the inside edges of her tits, almost to each nipple, but not quite. He guessed she must have been still out of it when she woke up, still thinking about what had went on with her over the weekend and just didn't tie her robe properly.

The view of her tits didn't even phase Warren though. He had seen her naked more often than not recently, so he just walked by her to his room. A little while later, he heard the bathroom door slam. Warren rushed through the rest of his morning, quickly getting dressed and eating breakfast. His mother made some comment in the kitchen about him seeming awfully awake for a Monday morning, but Warren just ignored it.

He finally slowed down as he made it to the bus stop. Warren knew he had close to fifteen minutes before the bus would come, so he thought about his day and all the fun he could have over the course of it, spending plenty of time wondering what Sandy had in store for him after school. But before that, even before he got to school, Warren knew he wanted to get off and decided, of all people, Margaret was going to be the one to help relieve him.

Just as Warren was thinking about how though, the bus showed up.

As he got on the bus, Warren saw the guy who usually tripped him chuck a ball of paper over the seats at Margaret. The guy turned and looked at Warren as he passed by, but didn't stick his leg out. Warren had been kind of hoping he would so that he could kick him again for picking on Margaret. But as he got towards the back of the bus, another idea hit him.

There was no empty seat so Warren stopped at Margaret's seat. She started to move her books so he could sit down, but instead of sitting down, Warren asked, “Do you mind if I sit next to the window? I'm dead tired and want to take a quick nap against it before getting to school.”

Warren saw a look of confusion on Margaret's face, which he had expected as he had never asked that before. They had barely spoken at all before, the most having been Friday when he had kicked the paper-thrower. But she quickly shook off her confusion and responded, “Uhhh, sure.” Her tone made it sound more like a question than an answer.

Saying that, Margaret put her books back where they were and edged out of the seat to stand in the aisle behind Warren, letting him into the seat. He started to move into the seat, but before he could get into the seat fully, he felt a ball of paper hit off his side. It was a little sooner than he had planned, but Warren focused anger on the inside of his forehead, setting off the sting that he was so familiar with and stopping time.

Turning around, Warren saw the same guy turned and staring down the aisle towards him and Margaret, smiling and obviously happy with his latest paper ball throw. Glancing around the rest of the bus in front of them, Warren saw no one else looking back at them, save the old bus driver watching them in the mirror. Looking behind them, he saw that no one was looking directly at them either, though there were at least a few who would be able to see out of the corner of their eyes what he had planned.

Warren wondered for a bit whether the added eyes of the bus driver and the possibility of others catching glimpses should be enough to stop his plan. He didn't think about it too long though, coming to the conclusion he was still going to follow through. Deciding this, Warren turned towards Margaret and pulled her arms straight up, then unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it up over her head revealing her tits spilling out of her bra and her thinner-than-expected stomach. He then reached around her wide frame and, after some effort, unhooked her bra, which he also pulled up and off her arms.

Feeling his dick rise to a full erection, Warren couldn't help but stare for several moments at Margaret's huge tits. Though he had seen them before on Friday, his memory didn't serve them justice, as they somehow seemed even bigger with her standing up. His eyes went back and forth from checking out her full tits to zooming in on just her large light-colored nipples. Gaining some control, Warren pulled his eyes away and finished his project, pulling Margaret's skirt and panties down around her ankles revealing her large blond bush. He then lowered Margaret's arms back to where they had been.

Stepping back to where he was when time had stopped, just inside the seat, allowing the paper-thrower a full view of Margaret's naked body, Warren started time. Instead of stopping time immediately upon starting it, Warren let a couple seconds go by before stopping it again.

When he did stop time again, Warren looked around. The paper-thrower was staring back at Margaret with eyes wide and mouth hanging open, obviously liking what he saw. The bus driver was also wide-eyed in the mirror. No one else from the front of the bus had noticed. Behind them, four people – two guys and two girls – had turned to look at Margaret's ass. All were just looking though, as if confused, not staring in shock like the bus-driver and the paper-thrower.

It was at this point, seeing the people staring at Margaret's backside, that Warren realized he had never seen her ass. To fix that, Warren climbed over the seat, nearly stepping on the people in the seat behind him, and stood in the aisle behind Margaret, looking at her ass. It wasn't a huge ass, but easily the biggest he had seen since he discovered he could stop time. That of course was partially due to the fact that he didn't try to look at any fat chicks' asses though. Besides being wide, which he had expected given Margaret's frame and hips, her ass also stuck out a noticeable amount. As Warren continued to stare though, he decided her ass didn't look fat, just big. Her ass cheeks were like two large globes with a deep cleft between them. An idea sprang to his mind as he stared at that cleft.

Warren moved forward until he was just behind Margaret and dropped his pants and boxers to his ankles. Already sporting hard wood, he inched forward and pushed it between her ass cheeks. He didn't penetrate her. Rather, he buried his dick between her ass cheeks, then squeezed them together, making the shaft of his dick disappear between them, only his dick head was visible popping out above her ass crack. Slowly, Warren bent his knees, dragging his dick down through her ass crack while holding her cheeks tightly together until the head disappeared between her cheeks. Then he lightly thrust up again.

Warren was surprised at how good humping her ass cheeks felt. To him, it felt even better than when he had sex while time was stopped. He figured this was because he was continuously holding her ass cheeks tight over his dick, providing constant pressure on his dick, whereas if he fucked a girl, once her pussy spread to accommodate his dick, it would stay spread as long as time was stopped, not tightening around him.

The speed of Warren's dick steadily increased between Margaret's ass cheeks for several minutes. Then, with no warning, he abruptly stopped. A new idea, what he thought was a much better idea, crossed his mind. Warren stepped out of his pants and boxers, kicking them to the side, and then took a few steps back. Reaching forward, he grabbed Margaret's sides at about breast level and gently pulled her back. As he pulled her, he stepped back making room for her until he had Margaret lying naked face-up in the aisle of the bus. Her enormous tits, instead of drifting to the side like they normally would in a lying position, were hung down towards the bottom of her ribcage, the way they had been when she had been standing up.

Warren was only distracted for a few moments though as he quickly climbed down her body, turned around, and straddled her just below her chest. With one hand he pushed his dick down between her tits while the other pressed each tit against his dick, her tits of course staying where he had placed them. Then, moving quickly so as to not let his dick pop up from between her tits, Warren shifted the hand from his dick to the side of her tit and squeezed both of them together. He then began thrusting his dick forward and backward, fucking Margaret's huge tits.

The feeling was even better than her ass. Her tits were larger and softer and felt better as his dick rubbed against the sides of them. They were also so big that even when the base of his dick was pressed against the bottom of her tits he could only just barely see the top of the head popping out the top. As Warren continued thrusting into her tits and squeezed them together, he let his thumbs roam over the girl's large nipples, feeling the slight roughness of the areola and pressing the tips of her currently soft nipples.

It wasn't long before Warren felt himself build towards an orgasm, which didn't surprise him as he again hadn't jerked off in his morning shower. However, the pressure on his dick was too much to let go of. Losing all cares for what happened, Warren sped up, thrusting harder and harder into Margaret's tits while squeezing them continuously harder to increase the pressure.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as his first shot went off.

The first shot went up the few inches to Margaret's face, but Warren didn't stop thrusting. His next few went off between her tits, lubing them up before another shot went off while his dickhead was popping out the top, shooting cum onto her neck and upper chest. He continued thrusting, slowing down as his orgasm subsided. Most of the remainder of his cum came out between her tits, with very little more getting onto her neck and chest and just a few drops freezing in the air above her face.

Warren simply collapsed over Margaret's head when he finished, his energy completely spent by the unexpectedly powerful orgasm he had just had.

When he finally got up, Warren looked at the mess he had made, and suddenly realized the problem he was in. He had no tissues to clean Margaret up with. Starting to worry, Warren quickly got up and put his boxers and pants back on, then started looking for some way to clean her up. At first he grabbed the paper ball that had been thrown at him, but realized that wasn't going to work at all. He walked up and down the bus, looking in people's seats hoping to find something. At the front of the bus, Warren saw a roll of paper towels on the side of the bus driver's seat. Letting out a sigh of relief, he headed back to Margaret.

Now that he had a way to clean her up, Warren paused and admired Margaret's body covered in his cum. The inside of her tits were absolutely smothered, the cum having been spread around by his repeated thrusting. Then there were the few small streaks up her upper chest and neck and that one longer streak going from the bottom of her chin over the side of her mouth and up to her cheek, as well as the few floating drops above her face. It was looking at that long streak that Warren realized that some of his cum was in her dental gear and there was no way in hell he was going to be able to get it out. He tried to ignore that and went about wiping off his cum from her tits, neck, and face.

Deciding to not even attempt to get the cum out of her dental gear, Warren returned the roll of paper towels to where it had been while throwing out those he used in the garbage back in the front, hoping no one would notice them. He then returned to Margaret and pulled her back up into a standing position where she had been when he had stopped time but raised her arms to get her clothes back on her. He pulled her panties and skirt up, then grabbed her bra. Since Margaret's tits were still frozen displaced from him squeezing them, fucking them, and cleaning them, Warren had to mold them until they looked normal before even attempting to get her bra back on and her too-big tits tucked into the cups. It took quite some time until he felt he got it on as good as he could, the fact that the bra was too small definitely not helping. When he was satisfied it was as good as it would get, he pulled her shirt back down her arms, lowered her arms to where they had been, and buttoned her shirt. Then returning to where he had been standing when he stopped time, he set off the sting in his forehead to start it up again.

Warren continued to move towards his seat, trying to act normal. There was no immediate reaction when time had started. As he moved, he noticed Margaret's face turn a deep red. Everyone behind them continued on like nothing had happened. Even those that had turned to see Margaret's naked ass for a second had gone back to what they had been doing before, not giving it a second thought. However, taking his time to turn and sit down, Warren noticed the paper-thrower still staring slack-jawed and wide-eyed at Margaret. He also looked at the old bus driver just in time to see him shake his head and return his eyes to the front window.

Feeling he couldn't drag it out any longer and still look normal, Warren sat down. It was when he did that that Margaret finally moved, quickly pushing herself into the seat and sitting down. She ended up accidentally sitting on her books before getting up and lifting them up before sitting down and placing them on her lap. She was still beet red and he saw her quickly adjust the cups of her bra, though she tried to be sneaky about it. He could also see her tongue running over her teeth inside her mouth where his cum was. He waited for a bit before deciding to talk to her.

“You don't look very well. Are you okay?”

Margaret jerked her head over to look at him, as if the sound had surprised her. Then appearing to calm down, she replied, “I just had a really weird feeling. And I suddenly got a strange taste in my mouth.”

Hoping not to sound too obvious, Warren curiously asked, “Are you okay? Is it bad? Are you going to throw up?”

Margaret's face became pensive as she replied, “No, I'm not going to throw up. It's not bad, it's just, well, I don't know. It's not like anything I've tasted before. But I think I'll be okay. I must've just stood up too fast and gotten a little sick.”

Warren smiled, realizing Margaret had never tasted cum before. “Alright, well, I'm gonna go to sleep.”

Margaret smiled back at him, allowing him to still see a small trace of his cum in her dental gear. She just replied, “Okay,” then turned back to face forward.

Warren leaned his head against the window. Although he had used the idea of a nap as an excuse just to get her out of the seat so he could show her body to the paper-thrower, after the intense orgasm he had just been through, he felt like he really needed one. Soon enough, he was out cold.

Warren jerked awake to the feeling of Margaret poking his shoulder. “We're here.”

In a complete daze, Warren looked around, then remembered he was on the bus still. “Oh, thanks.”

Margaret got up to walk off the bus. Warren followed and made his way into the school to his locker.

At his locker, Warren found Sandy waiting for him. Getting to his locker, he smiled and said, “Hey!”

Sandy leaned in and gave Warren a quick peck on the lips. Not used to such public displays of affection, Warren blushed. She then leaned up to his ear and whispered, “I can't wait til after school!” Warren couldn't help but turn an even deeper shade of red at that comment. She then pulled back and added, “I just wanted to say hi and tell you that before I headed off to class.”

Warren was about to respond when another girl interrupted him. “So this is Warren.”

Sandy jumped, then laughed when she saw who it was. “Yes Barb, this is Warren.” She then turned to Warren and introduced the two. “Warren meet Barbara. Barbara, Warren.”

“I've heard a lot about you,” Barbara said, looking at Warren. Her tone led Warren to wonder how much exactly she had heard. “You guys seem to have hit it off pretty quick.”

Before Warren could respond, Sandy replied, “Sometimes you just know when you meet the right person. But we gotta get to class, let's go Barb!” Pulling Barbara with her, Sandy started walking away, saying over her shoulder, “Bye, Warren!”

“It was nice meeting you, Warren,” Barbara added.

“Nice meeting you too. See you later Sandy.” Warren stood for a second at his locker, contemplating the awkward way in which he had just met Barbara, barely even getting to speak to her. But as the hallway started to clear out, he remembered he hadn't even opened his locker yet. He quickly opened it, shoved what he didn't need inside while grabbing what he did need, then slammed it shut and walked fast to class on the other side of the school, hoping to beat the bell.

He didn't.

“You're late,” Ms. Burkhart announced as he walked into class.

Even though she was smiling, obviously not caring that much, Warren couldn't help but blush in embarrassment as she singled him out. Most the class wasn't even paying attention yet, though a few did laugh as he turned colors. “Sorry,” Warren uttered in response, quickly heading to his seat towards the back of the classroom. Halfway there though, a smile crossed Warren's face. As soon as he sat down, he cringed, focusing anger on the inside of his forehead until he felt the sting that stopped time.

“Let's see who gets singled out now,” Warren announced, getting out of his seat and walking towards the front of the classroom.

Ms. Burkhart had just shut the door and had turned back towards her desk. He had stopped time with her in mid-step. Warren wasted no time getting to what he wanted. He walked straight up to her and began unbuttoning her blouse. Once it was unbuttoned down to her stomach, he stopped and pulled the sides apart and looked in at her bra-covered tits.

“Damn,” Warren muttered. He had forgotten that when he had fucked her the Friday before that she had worn a padded bra. Sure enough, she was wearing another, ruining Warren's plan. He had wanted to get her nipples hard enough to stick through her shirt so that she would have to teach in front of the class while everyone could see her hard nipples. After his initial disappointment though, Warren shrugged and smiled, announcing to no one, “Oh well. No harm in trying!”

With that, he pulled Ms. Burkhart's bra cups down, exposing her small tits. Warren was slightly disappointed to see her nipples already hard, like they had been the day he fucked her. That meant they probably weren't going to get much harder and most likely not poke out through her shirt. After a brief frown while this ran through his mind, Warren smiled again, repeating to himself, “Oh well. No harm in trying!”

His hands immediately reached out for Ms. Burkhart's nipples. He began rubbing, pinching,and twisting them, doing anything his mind could think of. His favorite was pulling the nipples out and stretching them as far as they could go, which had the effect of stretching her small tits into small cones that froze in place when he let go, rather than returning to a normal position. After staring for a bit, Warren pushed her boobs back in, making them look normal before resuming his play with her nipples.

It didn't take long before Warren lowered his head to suck on a nipple while his fingers continued fondling the other. He gently ran his tongue over the nipple, then pressed his tongue against it and flicked it before lightly nibbling on it. When he was satisfied, he moved his mouth to her other nipple, bringing his hand back to the one he just finished.

When Warren was finally done, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. Ms. Burkhart's boobs looked slightly distorted, frozen in weird positions from his groping and sucking. Warren just smiled and decided not to do anything about it. He simply pulled her bra cups back up over her small boobs and re-buttoned her shirt.

Warren turned around and headed back to his seat. But he stopped short at the seat in front of him. The girl at the seat in front of him – he was pretty sure her name was Collette – had her head turned slightly in her desk, talking to the girl in the seat diagonal behind her over the arm rest part of the desk. In that position, her ample chest was pushed out more than normal. Warren had never really thought Collette was much of a looker – her face left much to be desired and she was a bit on the chubby side – but there was no denying that she had quite the rack. Looking at her rack on display as it was, he decided he needed a closer look.

Stepping closer to her, Warren reached down and pulled up Collette's shirt. He took a moment to soak in the view of her tits in her bra cups, which were covered in some kind of design, avoiding looking at the slight roll in her stomach. While her boobs weren't overflowing out like Margaret's did, they did easily fill her bra. Of course, while large, her tits were not nearly the size of Margaret's either.

Done checking out her bra, Warren pulled the bra cups down and to the side, exposing Collette's big tits. He immediately noticed how white the girl's tits were, definitely featuring the least color of any tits he had yet seen. Her nipples would probably have been considered a light color on a girl with more color, but even that light color stood out dramatically on Collette's white skin. The areola were very wide – Warren estimated close to four inches in diameter, maybe more – with her completely soft nipples barely visible in the center of each.

Warren had to admit to himself that, while big, Collette's tits weren't very hot. He had seen smaller tits that he found much more attractive. But that didn't stop him from playing with them.

Having just done his best to get Ms. Burkhart's nipples as hard as they could get, Warren decided to do the same to Collette. First he tried to extend her soft nipples out a little, as if her nipples were hard. Despite his efforts though, he could not make that work to a point that it looked normal. Giving up on that, he simply played with her pseudo-extended nipples.

After some rubbing, pinching, and twisting, he tried pulling her nipples as far out from her body as he could, just like he had done with Ms. Burkhart. Letting go and allowing her boobs to freeze pulled out like that, Warren observed how Collette's larger tits reacted slightly differently than Ms. Burkhart's. Whereas Ms. Burkhart's nipples had pulled out into a smooth cone that continued to the base of her small tits, Collette's nipples created a slightly wider cone shape, but seemed separate from her tits, which remained slightly rounded despite being pulled out as much as was possible. Warren quickly got bored just looking though, and molded her boobs back into a roughly normal shape, then leaned down to suck on and lick her nipples.

Warren soon decided he was done and pulled Collette's bra cups back up over her tits and her shirt back down. He stood up, but before moving, he looked over at the girl Collette was talking to.

“What the hell,” he stated aloud for no particular reason, then headed over to that girl, pulled up her shirt and fondled and sucked on her nipples.

Then he went to the girl next to her.

Then the one in front of her.

By the time Warren finally got back to his seat, he had checked out the tits of all eleven girls in his class – twelve if you count Ms. Burkhart. He saw big tits, small tits, fat tits, flat tits, braless tits, padded tits, uneven tits, soft tits, hard tits, a couple of black girls' tits, and one Japanese girl's tits. He saw just as wide a variety of different nipples.

He had fondled and sucked on all but two. One had medical tape in the shape of an X over her nipples. Not sure why it was there, or even if the tape would stick again while time was stopped if he pulled it off, Warren played with her full breasts for a short bit, but did nothing with her nipples. The other girl he didn't suck on was a girl who had nipple rings. He was shocked to find the girl had them, as she looked totally straight edge, kind of on the preppy side if anything. Out of curiosity, he had touched the nipple rings, pulled lightly and twisted them, but quickly found that they freaked him out and moved onto the next girl.

In his seat, Warren sat for a few moments to let his mouth recover, which had gone somewhat dry from sucking on so many nipples. His arms and hands were slightly exhausted as well, so he let those rest on top of his desk. When he finally felt good enough, Warren returned to sitting how he had been when he had stopped time and started it back up again.

He couldn't help but smile at the reaction.

When he had stopped time, Ms. Burkhart had been in the process of walking to her desk and several of the students in the class, girls and guys, had been talking. When time started up again, Ms. Burkhart finished the step she was on and stopped walking, halfway to her desk. There had been a very brief sound of chatter when time started up, but all the girl's voices quickly faded out, leaving only the guys talking.

Warren had looked around almost immediately when time had started to see how many nipples got hard. He was disappointed to see none. However, some ten to fifteen seconds later, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the girl next to him – the one Collette had been talking to – was displaying two fully hard, unconcealable hard nipples. This spurred Warren to take another look around the classroom, though as inconspicuously as he could. Sure enough, all the girls he could see now had hard nipples. He laughed to himself as he realized he hadn't seen any on his first look around because it took several seconds for their nipples to get hard, that it didn't just happen instantaneously.

It soon bothered Warren that he could only see the back half of the room, as everyone in front of him was facing forward. Wanting to see the full show he created, Warren raised his hand to ask to go to the bathroom. He had been so focused on the girls' nipples that he hadn't noticed Ms. Burkhart started teaching.

Ms. Burkhart responded to his request, “You come into the class late and now you have to go to the bathroom?” While she sounded like she had been joking when she scolded him for being late, she sounded slightly annoyed now.

“Uh, yeah,” Warren responded, trying to think of an excuse. He had forgotten that to her, and the rest of the class, he had just walked in the classroom, while to him that seemed like over an hour ago. Unable to come up with an excuse, he simply added, “Sorry.”

“Fine. Go.” Ms. Burkhart raised her arm towards the door to wave Warren out. As she did, her shirt tightened slightly across her chest. When it did, Warren, and probably several others he guessed, clearly saw her hard nipples pushed against her shirt. Just as quickly they disappeared as she lowered her arm again. He tried not to smile as he got up from his seat. He tried to look around, but couldn't very well without being obvious, which he didn't want to be. Slightly disappointed, he walked out of the classroom, went to the water fountain for a much needed drink to wet his mouth, and quickly went to the bathroom.

Walking back into the classroom, Warren had a full display of all the girls in the class. Wanting to take more time to check out the scene, Warren stopped time. Then he slapped his hand against his head, wondering why he hadn't thought about doing that earlier.

Looking back at the girls in the class, Warren was impressed by the wide range of reactions the girls seemed to have. Every girl, except for the girl with the tape over her nipples and Ms. Burkhart, whose loose shirt was hiding hers, still had hard nipples – even the girl with nipple rings who he had barely fondled. She was slightly hunched over, clearly trying to hide her chest, but unable to fully do so. With her nipples hard, he could see her nipple rings poking through her shirt, which made it look like the girl had slightly wide, deformed-looking nipples. He wondered if he would have recognized them as nipple rings if he didn't already know she had them.

Some other girls, including Collete, were slightly red, obviously embarrassed by their hard nipples, but with no clear way to hide them without being obvious about it and drawing more attention to their tits. Other girls, including Ms. Burkhart, seemingly didn't know their nipples were hard and looked completely normal. And just a couple girls had their backs slightly arched, seemingly pushing their chest out and proudly displaying their hard nipples.

One of the black girls was doing that, and the other was Tammy, sitting in the front row, who Warren had been rough with when he had fondled and sucked on her nipples. Tammy actually appeared to have the third hardest nipples – or at least the third most obvious. The girl who had not been wearing a bra in the back corner of the classroom had the most obvious nipples, even with her trying to hunch her back and hide them. The Japanese girl's nipples were the most obvious ones covered by a bra, sticking out wide and far through her shirt. She was one of the ones who seemed like she had no idea her nipples were hard.

After taking a final once over of the crowd with time stopped, Warren returned to the door, where he had been when he stopped time and started it up. As he continued walking into the classroom. Warren couldn't help but glance at the girls. He enjoyed these reactions even more than those he had noticed while time was stopped. While not every girl caught him looking, several did. Some that had been trying to hide their chests curled up even more in their desks to hide more. Others gave him a glare clearly showing they knew what he was looking at and trying to tell him with their eyes not to look.

Tammy just smirked at him, not hiding hers in the least, as if to tell him he could look but would never get to touch her body. Warren couldn't help but chuckle to himself, not only because he had already touched her body, but also because he envisioned her at Jake's party Saturday night drunkenly dragging two of his friends into a bedroom to both fuck her at the same time.

The rest of the class passed mostly smoothly after Jake got back to his seat. Other guys had obviously noticed the nipples on display in the class and asked to go to the bathroom to get a better look, much like he had. Seeming to catch on to what was going on though, Ms. Burkhart stopped letting anyone get up for any reason after the third guy asked. Every now and then, Ms. Burkhart moved her arms while teaching in just the right way to stretch her shirt across her chest, allowing Warren to see that she still had hard nipples. The last time he saw it was a couple minutes before the morning announcements came on at the end of the first period.

As the announcements came on, Warren tried to look around inconspicuously to see which girls still had hard nipples. He was surprised to see that only a few girls seemed to have gone soft over the course of the period. He saw Tammy turned around in the front row talking to a group of guys behind her, her back still arched forcing her tits and nipples farther out than they already were. He saw a couple girls clearly whispering over on the side of the room, obviously not wanting to be overheard. He couldn't help but wonder if they were talking about their hard nipples. Probably not, he guessed, but he liked to think they were.

Warren suddenly froze as he heard one of the announcements over the loudspeaker.

“As a reminder to all ninth graders, physicals are this week. The district nurse will be conducting physicals for all students who have not brought in a note from their family doctor by tomorrow. Passes for physicals will be handed out during first period tomorrow.”

Warren had dreaded physicals ever since that sixth grade incident when he had gotten an erection during his. It didn't help that it was still the same nurse, Sarah's mom, that would be doing it. He hated that his mom wouldn't take him to their family doctor for a physical. She thought there was no reason to when the school offered them for free. And Warren wasn't about to explain to his mother why he didn't want to get his physical at school.

“Enjoy your physical, Warren.”

Shaken out of his thoughts by the comment, Warren felt himself turn a bright shade of red as he saw Tammy looking back at him laughing. She then went back to talking to her group of guys. Warren could tell she was explaining to them the meaning behind her comment. Warren watched as the guy listened for a bit, then started laughing. Then one said a little too loudly, “Shit man, I'd do Mrs. Jennings!”

“Gavin!”

The exclamation came from Ms. Burkhart, who had obviously overheard the comment. At the same time she had said it, Tammy had smacked Gavin on the shoulder.

“Sorry,” Gavin replied, looking down sheepishly. Warren guessed he was embarrassed from being overheard, and couldn't have cared less that Tammy heard him say he'd do the district nurse, who happened to be one of Tammy's best friends' moms.

Warren froze as Gavin's quote replayed in his mind. His mind suddenly went racing as the bell rang. While the other students got up to leave, Warren remained seated, a smile growing on his face. When there were no other students around, he whispered aloud to himself, “Maybe I will enjoy my physical, Tammy,” before getting up and leaving the class himself.

Nothing much happened until lunch. Warren realized that by stopping time for so long in first period, he now had to wait that much longer until he got to go home with Sandy. Even though he thought it had probably been worth it, he didn't stop time again. He did, however, make a side trip to walk by the school nurse's office, but he found the regular school nurse there, not Sarah's mom, so he just ignored it. He ran into Sandy a few times throughout the day, but they didn't talk about much, Sandy just continuing to mention how excited she was for after school.

Jake caught up with him again on the way to lunch, wanting to know how Warren enjoyed the party. Warren told him about Sandy and that he went on a date with her the next day, but didn't mention his friends' losing their virginities that night. Jake congratulated Warren on the girlfriend, then told him a story about how he had slept with two girls towards the end of his party. Warren wondered whether the story was true, but played along like it was before they headed to their separate lunch tables. Warren had briefly thought about going over to Sandy's lunch table, but he felt he couldn't ditch his friends. Sandy waved to him, and the rest of her table turned to smile and giggle at him. Warren waved back, then headed over to his friends.

This was the first time Warren had to really talk to Frank, Pat, and Bob. They had seen each other a few times throughout the day and talked a little, but this was the first time they were together as a group. Warren barely got to sit down before Pat said, “I don't think Tammy remembers.”

Not really thinking about it, Warren just said, “Huh?”

“Saturday night,” Pat said quietly, obviously scared of being overheard, “I don't think she remembers any of it.”

Not sure where Pat was going with this, Warren looked over at Frank, who was eating and just shrugged back at him, obviously not caring. Getting no answer there, Warren simply responded, “She was pretty drunk. Why don't you think she remembers it?”

“I saw her in the hall earlier and started to walk towards her. She looked totally confused. Not angry or anything, just wondering why I was walking towards her. So I just walked past her.”

Warren started laughing. “So let me get this straight – Tammy, one of the most popular girls in our grade, fucked two of the biggest nerds in the grade – you and Frank – at the same time, and you walked up to her expecting... what? Her to be your best friend suddenly?”

Frank and Bob started laughing too. Pat look embarrassed at first, but soon started laughing as well, though it looked like an uncomfortable laugh. While laughing, Warren looked across the lunch table to where Tammy was sitting. Not surprisingly, she was at a table with Sarah, Val, another girl, and several of the jocks from their grade. She was leaned back in her chair laughing, looking nothing like she had fucked a guy while sucking off another one less than forty eight hours earlier.

There was no more talk about Tammy. Pat changed the conversation to Sandy, asking how Warren's date went. He told them about the movie and that she was coming over to his house after school. He didn't mention anything about the handjob, as they didn't ask, apparently the thought never crossing their mind that he was going to do anything sexual in a movie theater.

“Wait,” Bob interrupted after Warren told them about Sandy coming over to his house, “isn't your house empty except you after school usually?”

“Well, yeah, but–”

“You, come on!”

Warren had been interrupted by Alasia, who he had seen walking from her table over towards them. He had thought she was just walking by them, but she stopped next to Bob and grabbed his arm when she made the comment.

“Okay,” Bob replied somewhat sheepishly. He quickly grabbed his stuff and stood up. He then followed Alasia back to her table.

Warren, along with Frank and Pat, stared as Bob sat down at the table. Besides Alasia, there were four other black chicks and two black guys. Bob's whiteness stood out like a sore thumb. As they watched, Bob sat down, looking a little scared at first. Alasia was happily talking to the others at the table, occasionally pointing to Bob or slapping him on the back or shoulder. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the two black guys leaned over the table and did some hand slap and grab thing to Bob, huge smiles on their faces. The girls at the table looked mock-angry about that. Warren, Frank, and Pat couldn't hear what was going on, but Bob was soon smiling and talking with the rest of the table, despite his initial fear.

“What do you think that's all about?”

Warren turned around to see Frank and Pat still staring. Frank had asked the question.

“Apparently Alasia does remember Saturday night,” Warren replied with a smile on his face.

“Damn,” Frank muttered in response, saying nothing more. Pat just stared, saying nothing at all.

After another minute or so of watching Bob, Warren decided to get them to leave Bob alone and started a conversation about video games. Soon it seemed as if Frank and Pat had forgotten about Bob, though they obviously hadn't as their eyes drifted back over to him every now and then. Warren's eyes kept drifting over to Sandy, and almost every time he looked at her, she was smiling back at him while talking to her friends. He would just smile back.

When the bell rang, the three got up to leave. Bob caught up with them on the way out.

“What was that all about?”

Bob turned to Pat. “Nothing. Alasia just wanted me to sit with her and her friends, introduce me, you know, that shit.”

Frank immediately asked, “So she your girlfriend now?”

Bob laughed, “Uh, no. Nothing like that. Just... just a good friend.”

They all laughed as they approached the door leaving the cafeteria. As soon as they were out though, a small Japanese chick grabbed Frank and Pat by the wrists and dragged them back towards the cafeteria, saying nothing. Warren and Bob turned around and were about to follow them when they both got grabbed from behind. They turned around to find a group of four more Japanese girls, all taller than the first but still shorter than both Warren and Bob. They all had angry looks on their faces. One of the two that had grabbed them, simply said, “Keep walking.”

“Okay,” Bob replied, and he started walking away. Warren followed close behind.

When they got out of hearing distance, Warren asked, “What do you think that was about?”

Bob laughed. “Who knows? Maybe that chick wants them to double team her.”

They both laughed at that. Warren tried to envision the tiny Japanese girl being able to take a single cock, let alone two. She was definitely petite – barely five feet tall, if that, skinny, probably just over a hundred pounds, with no visible ass and tiny tits. If her face, combined with the way she acted, didn't make her seem like she was older, she would look like a twelve or thirteen year old.

Bob split up from Warren to go to his class. Now on his own, Warren started thinking again about the Japanese chicks that had stopped him and Bob from following Frank and Pat. There was a small group of Asians at his school, all of which he was pretty sure were Japanese, at least all the one's he had talked to were. There were maybe twenty to twenty five of them in his 250-person class. Now, some of the guys mixed in with other social groups, though there was definitely a group of Japanese guys that were all friends. However, none of the Japanese girls ever seemed to hang out with anyone besides other Japanese girls, or sometimes the Japanese guys. This made the girl pulling aside Frank and Pat seem even more strange.

Warren let it go as he got to his class, figuring he would ask Frank and Pat about it later.

But he never got the chance.

The rest of the day seemed to take forever, despite the fact that Warren never stopped time again. The classes seemed slow and boring, and even the time in between classes seemed to drag on, making it longer until Warren met up with Sandy after school. He saw Frank and Pat each a couple times, but neither would stop to tell him what had happened with the Japanese chick. They were definitely acting weird, which could either be a good or bad thing, he wasn't sure which. Warren decided to ignore it though. He could just call them later that night, after Sandy had gone home. He decided to shift his focus on just getting through the day.

When the final bell rang, Warren practically ran to his locker. Yet despite how fast he got there, Sandy was already there. She leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “So, you ready to go?”

“I just need to grab my stuff,” Warren replied, suddenly feeling slightly scared, albeit excited, about getting home. He also realized he had a raging hard-on. “I also need to go to the bathroom.”

“Alright,” Sandy said back happily, “But hurry up!”

Warren quickly put everything he needed into his bag and went into the guys' bathroom. He entered the first stall and stopped time. When he had realized how hard he was, Warren knew he had to get off. Getting more control of his sexual urges, now that he was using them to do more than just jack off every morning, he knew that if he didn't, he would cum way too soon when he got back to his house with Sandy. Not that he knew she was going to get him off, but after the movie the night before and her excitement about no one being at his house, he was hoping for at least a handjob, and he wanted to make it last. So Warren walked out of the bathroom, saw Sandy leaning against the wall across the hall waiting for him, frozen in place, and continued walking into the girls' bathroom.

Warren didn't want to waste a lot of time, so he ignored the girls in front of the mirrors and went straight to looking into the stalls. The first stall was empty. The second stall had Nina again, leaning forward, veins bulging slightly from her neck with her eyes pressed close and her mouth in an O-shape, obviously having trouble pushing out a shit again. The third stall was empty. The fourth stall had a fat chick peeing. The fifth stall had a girl who had just pulled her pants back up. The sixth stall had a decent looking girl sitting on the toilet with her legs pressed together. The seventh stall was empty.

Disappointed that nothing easy stood out to him, Warren tried of thinking what would be easiest and fastest way of getting off. The thought of simply jerking off never crossed his mind. He didn't want to deal with pulling off and putting back on clothes, nor did he want to deal with moving a person, especially one that was peeing. He thought maybe he could stand in front of the decent looking girl in the sixth stall and fuck her mouth, but when he looked over again, her mouth was closed.

Then an idea came to Warren. He went back over to the second stall, looked over, and smiled. Nina was facing forward, her mouth in the perfect shape for his dick. Deciding to just ignore what she was doing and fuck her mouth, Warren went into the stall next to her and climbed over. While climbing down though, he found, much to his dismay, that there was enough room between her ass and the back of the toilet seat that he could see the thick tube of shit hanging beneath her that she was pushing out. He flinched his head away, causing him to almost fall on top of her. Catching himself, Warren climbed onto the floor and slid in front of Nina.

There was barely enough room for him to stand pressed against the stall door in front of her because she was leaned so far forward. However, her mouth was at the perfect level for his dick. Warren pulled his dick out of his fly and actually had to step aside to angle his dick into her open mouth, moving back in front of her and straightening his dick out. Wasting no time, he grabbed Nina's head and began thrusting into it.

Warren felt Nina's teeth lightly dragging along his shaft, her tongue rubbing against the underside of his shaft as he thrust, and was surprised at how easily his dickhead popped into her throat. The feeling was incredible. It wasn't quite as good as titty-fucking Margaret, but it was the next best thing he had experienced while time was stopped. It was better than when he fucked Diane's mouth the prior Friday, but not quite as good as when his sister had actually blown him.

It didn't take long for Warren to feel he was close to cumming, continuing to thrust into Nina's mouth. He looked down at the popular senior in her cheerleading outfit with her skirt pulled up and her panties around her ankles, leaned forward with his dick pumping in and out of her mouth.

Yet he couldn't quite get off.

Warren was right on the edge, but while thrusting into the mouth of a girl that tons of guys in his school would kill to do the same to, he couldn't reach his climax. Closing his eyes, Warren forced the image of Nina out of his mind, instead imagining it was Sandy's mouth he was thrusting into.

He immediately felt the change. His balls started churning and Warren started moaning Sandy's name. After just a few more thrusts, he forced his dick into Nina's mouth until her lips were pressed against his jeans, his dickhead and just the top of his shaft entering her throat. He began shooting his cum straight down Nina's throat as he held his dick there, his eyes still closed and still imagining it was Sandy.

Though he lasted for awhile, it wasn't nearly one of Warren's longest or most intense orgasms. When he finished, he wasted no time stepping sideways to pop his dick out of her mouth and tuck it back into his pants. He then climbed over the side of the stall, this time careful not to look down, and returned to his stall in the guys' bathroom. Starting up time, he heard a sudden loud coughing fit through the wall, followed by a sudden slamming sound. He waited a few moments, then flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and walked out to meet up with Sandy.

“Did you hear that? It sounded like someone fell off the toilet in the girls' room.”

Warren smiled at Sandy's comment. “Yeah, I heard it. Who knows what happened.”

They then walked towards the buses.

Sandy didn't mention anything about Warren's house on the way to the bus, instead simply talking about school. She told him he could join her at her lunch table, but Warren said it would seem weird being the only guy there, plus he couldn't ditch his friends. Sandy said she understood.

On the bus, they found an empty seat and sat together. Sandy pulled out some homework she said she was having trouble with, and Warren, having the same homework, pulled it out to and did it on the bus, helping Sandy as he went.

By the time they got to Warren's stop, they had finished the first assignment and were working on a second. As they walked to Warren's house, Sandy said, “Let's finish our homework before we do anything else.”

Warren agreed, but still offered her a tour of the house as they walked through the door. She declined as they both took their shoes and socks off, telling him to just bring her somewhere where they could sit down and finish their homework. So he brought her to the living room and they both sat down on the couch and pulled out the homework they had to finish, Warren talking Sandy through most of it.

After finally finishing, Sandy put her books back in her bag while saying, “That would've taken me hours on my own. You're really smart, huh?”

“Not–”

Sandy cut off Warren's response. “Don't say you're not smart, because you're far smarter than I am and I don't want to think about what I am if you're not smart.” She smiled while saying this, obviously joking a bit.

“Fine then,” Warren responded, giving her a similar sly smile back, “I guess I'm smart.”

Sandy shoved Warren down against the arm of the chair. She slowly climbed up over him while saying, “Good, just how I like my men!” Then she lowered her head and started kissing him.

Though they had a few quick kisses before, this was the first intense kiss they had had. Warren felt her tongue brush out along his lips, the first time he had felt her – or any – tongue against his lips.

And he didn't know what to do.

At first he just let her tongue run over his lips, but her tongue kept pressing harder on his lips. Eventually Warren let his lips part, allowing Sandy's tongue to dive into his mouth. Even less sure of what to do with her tongue in his mouth, Warren sort of stuck his tongue out while closing his mouth around both of their tongues and sucking.

Sandy pulled quickly back and announced, “Whoa–”

Before she could get any farther though, Warren started apologizing. “I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I've never done this before.”

Sandy looked at him a bit confused. “You've never kissed a girl before?”

Warren just shook his head.

“Really?” A smile crept across her face.

Warren nodded, his eyes unable to meet Sandy's and his face blushing from embarrassment.

Sandy brought her hand up to run her fingers down his cheek. “That's nothing to be embarrassed about, it's actually kind of sweet.” Warren's eyes turned back to look at her. He saw a big grin on her face. “I guess that just means we'll have to practice... a lot.” Warren smiled and leaned up towards her but Sandy put a finger over his lips to stop him. “Hold up a second. Let's go over the basics. Start gentle. Brush your tongue over my lips, slowly. Then as my tongue brushes lightly into your mouth, you do the same to me. But don't suck on my tongue, and don't stick yours down my throat.”

“Okay,” was Warren's simple reply, not at all embarrassed by being given instructions. Rather, he was grateful for them.

“Okay then, let's try again.” Sandy smiled as she lowered her mouth to Warren's, both closing their eyes.

This time Warren was ready, keeping Sandy's instructions fresh in his mind. As he felt her tongue brush over his lips, he let out his tongue to gently brush over hers. This went on for awhile, their tongues running over the other's lips and brushing against each other, their mouths lightly opening and closing as they kissed.

“Mmmmm, better,” Sandy moaned into Warren's mouth.

Shortly after her comment, she pushed her tongue a little farther into his mouth, flicking it against his teeth. Warren repeated the same to her.

They continued kissing for several minutes, the intensity of the kiss growing along with their sexual desires. As the intensity grew, the kiss got faster, harder, and more involved. Sandy began lightly tugging on Warren's lips, and he did the same with her. Sandy's hands ran down over Warren's chest. His hands ran in circles over her back, brushing down to the top of her ass.

It wasn't long before both wanted more.

Sandy started the removal of clothes. She pulled the bottom of Warren's shirt up. Warren leaned up and forward, raising his arms, allowing her to pull it off over him. Sandy then pulled her own shirt over her head, revealing her average sized breasts covered in an aqua-green-ish colored lace and sheer bra. Warren barely had a chance to look before they were kissing again.

Sandy's hands ran down to Warren's pants, working on his belt as they kissed. Warren likewise brought his hands to Sandy's pants, who had no belt, unbuttoned and unzipped them and tried to pull them down. Soon they were both working on pulling the other's pants down while still kissing. After some interesting maneuvering, and a bit of laughter mixed into their kiss, they were both pantless and thrusting their underwear covered crotches against each other.

They stayed like this for awhile, humping each other in their undergarments and kissing. Warren was not sure how much farther Sandy wanted to go, and didn't want to make a move without her making one first.

He soon found out she did want to go farther.

As they began moaning while humping each other, Sandy reached down and began pulling Warren's boxers down. Warren reciprocated, reaching down and pulling her panties down. It took some more creative maneuvering as they tried not to break up the kiss, but soon the only article of clothing between them was Sandy's bra. Warren quickly tried to fix that, reaching around and attempting to unhook the bra while he thrust his naked dick against Sandy's naked pussy, his dick running up and through the patch of hair above her shaved slit. Sandy likewise continued kissing and humping Warren right back.

It took some time and effort, but Warren finally unhooked her bra. Almost immediately, Sandy broke off the kiss, sitting atop Warren straddling his crotch with her arms out slightly in front of her, allowing him to pull her bra off. Warren stared up past Sandy's naked tits to her face. Her eyes were closed, as slowly lifted her hips a bit and reached down between them and lined his dick up with her pussy. Just as the head of his dick breached her pussy lips, Warren, for the first time – or perhaps just for the first time caring – realized something was missing.

“I don't have a condom.”

Sandy didn't even open her eyes. “Don't worry. I'm on the pill. Just don't move, let me do this.”

Following directions, Warren didn't move. He just lowered his eyes to watch as Sandy slowly lowered herself onto him.

It wasn't the tightness that Warren noticed first. Nor was it the wetness. It was the heat. The extreme heat slowly consuming his entire dick. He had never felt the heat having sex while time was stopped, and it was something he simply had not expected, which is probably why it stood out most to him. Yes, Sandy's pussy in real time was tighter than any pussy, ass, or mouth he had fucked while time was stopped. But he had expected it to be tighter. And he hadexpected it to be wet, which he knew he was missing out on while time was stopped – though he had felt to a limited amount when he had gotten blowjobs from his sister. The heat, however, he had never thought about and that made the feeling better than anything he had ever imagined.

Warren moaned and closed his eyes as Sandy finished lowering herself onto him, her hands resting on his chest, holding her up. Then they didn't move. For a couple minutes, they just stayed like that, Sandy sitting atop Warren, his dick sunk fully into her pussy. Both had their eyes closed and heads tilted back. The only movement were a few small tremors that occasionally ran through one or the other, always accompanied by a moan.

Then Sandy started moving. She slowly lifted her body and lowered it. Just a little bit at first. Then a little more. And a little more. It wasn't long until she was lifting until just his dickhead was inside her, then lowering herself back down to the base. At first he just rested his hands on Sandy's hips as she did this. But as she sped up, and as he watched her tits bounce more and more as she did so – something Warren never got to see when he fucked while time was frozen – he couldn't help but bring his hands up to hold and squeeze her bouncing tits.

Sandy began moaning – “Oh god!,” “Yes!,” “Fuck!,” “So good!” – as Warren played with her tits. The feeling of holding her tits while her hot, tight pussy worked on his dick led Warren to similar moans. Soon, holding her tits wasn't good enough, and he began rubbing, pinching, twisting, and pulling on her nipples.

This caused Sandy's breathing to quicken, as well as her pace. The speed was working wonders on Warren's dick, but he did his best to hold back from cumming. Warren pulled his hands off Sandy's tits briefly, wanting to see them bouncing at the speed she was now moving. However, he only got a quick glimpse as she practically screamed, “No!” She then grabbed his hands in hers and pulled them back to her chest – her hands cupping his hands cupping her tits.

As he began rubbing her tits again though, Warren felt his climax quickly approaching. He warned Sandy, “I'm almost there!”

Sandy, her head still back, shouted out in gasped breaths, “No! Wait! I'm close!”

Warren was then shocked as Sandy sped up even more, faster than he thought a human could move. However, her going faster only brought him closer to the edge. Sandy was obviously getting closer too, as she began to moan out, “Almost, almost, almost...” repeatedly.

Then Warren knew he was going to break. He knew he was going to get off before she did. In a last ditch effort, he ripped one of his hands out from under hers, away from her tit, and pressed his palm sideways over the pubic hair above Sandy's slit, rubbing his thumb over her clit.

Immediately, Sandy slammed her hips down, arched her back, squeezed one tit tightly while squeezing Warren's hand that was covering her other, and screamed up towards the ceiling. Warren continued rubbing his thumb over her clit as he felt a wetness pour out around the base of his dick and her cunt muscles tighten around him. He closed his eyes and sucked in breath as he felt every muscle in his body tighten up while his dick shot spurt after spurt deep into Sandy. He tried to keep his thumb moving, trying to keep pleasuring Sandy, but soon his arm simply dropped to his side exhausted, his other hand still held tightly in Sandy's grasp.

Sandy may have hit her orgasm first, but she was definitely the last to finish, her body still having short shakes long after Warren had completely come down from his. After some time though, she finally leaned forward and collapsed on top of Warren.

They lay there for quite some time. Both exhausted, but neither coming close to falling asleep, both wanting to enjoy the naked closeness of the other. Warren continuously replayed the sex in his mind, comparing it to that which he had had while time was stopped. He couldn't believe how much better it had been! The tightness, the wetness, the incredible heat! And something that he had not thought about until after it was done – he didn't have to do any work. He never even thrust into Sandy – rather she thrust herself onto him. It blew his mind how nice it was to have sex without having to do anything. Rather than fucking someone else, someone else had fucked him. It just seemed incredible to him.

Sandy was the one that eventually broke the silence.

“I never thought it would be that good,” she let out in a happily exhausted voice.

“Me neither,” Warren replied in a similar voice.

Then they lay there again. Warren's mind kept running over Sandy's comment. Obviously he had done something good if he was better than anyone else she had. But her comment didn't sound to him quite like she had that much experience. Almost like she had none. But he knew she had no hymen, he had felt for it when he fucked her while time was stopped the week before. She couldn't have been a virgin. But her comment, if she had experience, should have been, “I never knew it could be so good,” the “knew” and “could” being the key differences. The use of “thought” and “would” definitely implied a complete lack of experience.

Shocked at the thought, Warren pulled his head back and looked at Sandy, announcing, “Wait, were you a virgin?”

Sandy pulled up and looked at him, a smirk on her face. “Of course I was! Didn't you think so?”

Warren simply replied, “No.”

She put on a mock insulted face, “What, did you think I was a slut?”

Warren suddenly panicked. “No, it's not that, it's just– ”

Sandy saw Warren's panic and interrupted him. “Calm down, I'm k**ding!” Warren breathed a sigh of relief. “Is it that big of a deal? I mean, you were a virgin too – at least I'm guessing so if I was your first kiss!”

Warren paused for a second. Not wanting to lie, he told her, “I did lose my virginity to you.” Sandy smiled back at him. Then he rambled on, “And no, it's not a big deal. I just thought that girls bled their first time–”

Sandy interrupted his rambling with laughter. “Oh, that! I broke my hymen during a bike accident when I was a k**. If that's what you consider virginity, then I lost it when I was seven. But you were the first guy to be inside me.”

“And you were the first girl I was inside,” Warren responded, telling the truth again.

Sandy smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before laying back on top of him and resting her head on his shoulder.

Warren, though, was left with several thoughts running through his head. He had assumed Sandy wasn't a virgin. That seemed to make what went on between them okay. She gave him a handjob in a movie theater less than twenty four hours after really meeting him and had lost her virginity to him after less than forty eight hours after meeting him. Yes, they kind of knew each other in middle school, but not enough that they were on this close of terms. It completely confused Warren. He couldn't make sense of it. Yet he felt he needed to make sense of it. So, after a few minutes passed, he risked asking.

“Why me?”

Sandy didn't respond immediately. She pulled herself up and looked down at him. Her head was cocked a tiny bit to the side, a look of confusion on her face as she responded, “Huh?”

Warren lifted himself up a bit to look more directly at her. “Why me? Why'd you lose your virginity to me? I mean, y