Three Valleys SammiChapter 8
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Sammi looked for Bob before school, but he was nowhere to be seen. She waited for him outside the entrance, and only gave up at the last minute, sliding into her seat in Home Room just before the bell rang. She thought of checking with the office, but decided that if she did that she'd look like some kind of a fool. She was just going into the bathroom before Sex Ed when she saw him in line ahead of her.
"Hi there," she said, coming up behind him.
"Hi, yourself," he said, slipping an arm around her waist. "What's up?"
"I was, uh, I was wondering what classes you have?"
He shrugged. "Oh, just the usual. Calculus first thing in the morning--that'll either wake you up or put you to sleep. I'm on my way to Sex Ed right now."
"Me, too." She gestured at the hall. "My class is here in the D Spoke."
"Mine, too. They put me back a term in Sex Ed because of the time I spent in Seaside."
Sammi smiled. That meant he was in the same set of classes as she was. She wondered if he was going to be in her class. But she didn't want to say that out loud, that might seem a bit too forward.
Instead she smiled. "You mean learning to control your natural reactions around naked women didn't count?"
He smiled back. "No, it didn't. They have no idea how hard that was. I much prefer being back home. You can stare at a woman's body without being considered strange."
"I think it's interesting," she said. "Down there, where you're totally exposed, it's considered rude to stare. Here, where you're clothed, it's not."
"I think it's one of those..." He broke off as he saw an open urinal. When he was done he waited politely for her.
"... one of those cultural differences?" Sammi asked when she joined him at the sinks to wash up. "Probably."
Hand in hand they left the restroom. Sammi could see the clock on the wall--they still had several minutes. Nevertheless she started walking slowly toward the classrooms. "What else are you taking?"
"Geography, drafting, physics, English and PE of course."
"Of course. What lunch period do you have?"
"First lunch, right after drafting."
"That's when I have lunch. Why don't you join my brother and me? Sam's my twin, and we usually eat together, along with several others."
Bob looked around. ""Thanks for the offer, I think I'll take you up on it. I don't know many people here."
They stopped outside her classroom. She was disappointed when he made no move to enter; that wasn't entirely bad, he had to be in the classroom across the hall, and occasionally the two classes joined together.
They stood there for a few seconds holding hands. "Meet me here after class?" she finally asked.
"Sure." He gave her a sudden hug. "Have fun."
"You, too."
She gave him a last look before entering the classroom. Suzy nudged her as they found their seats.
"Who is he?"
"You'll meet him at lunch."
Mrs. Miller entered the classroom as the bell rang. "This week we'll be covering material and learning things that the guys will like, at least partly," she said. She started undressing, and the kids took the hint to get their own clothes off.
Mr. Hood, who had been talking with another teacher in the hall, came in, unbuttoning his shirt. "Who can answer this question: in the majority of the things we've studied, who is the active partner? Who does most of the moving?"
A few hands shot up. He nodded at one of the kids in front. "The guy," Doug Harley said. "We sort of have to. We have to put it in, the girl doesn't have to do anything except open her legs."
Mrs. Miller nodded. "In most of the positions we can just lie there and enjoy ourselves. There are some, though, where the man is mostly inactive and the woman does the work. That's what we'll be studying this week."
"Some of you are probably thinking, okay, that just means the girl is on top." Mr. Hood stopped long enough to pull off his pants before explaining further. "There are other ways to do it, and we'll start with one of those today. Girls, you'd better get your partner hard. Guys, she'd better be wet when we start."
Sammi smiled at her partner for the day, Jim Harper. He smiled back and kissed her. She ran her hand over his chest and shoulders, and then down his side to his hips. He had a nice bottom, nice and hard. She loved gripping it while they were doing it.
He cupped her breasts, moving his hand so the slightly rough skin of his palm rubbed her nipples. They responded as they always did: tightening up and begging to be sucked. He obliged, pulling on her nipples with his lips. His other hand slid down between her legs. One finger slid down her slit, just brushing her clit.
Sammie took hold of his cock, stroking it until it began to stiffen. Her own response wasn't that far behind. His fingers were warming her up, dipping into her and spreading her wetness across her sex. She wanted a deeper touch. She wanted to shove his fingers deeper into her and touch her most sensitive places. He circled around her clit, instead.
She was beginning to pant a little when she heard Mrs. Miller. "All right, class, time to pause for a few moments." She grinned at the sounds of disappointment that filled the room. "It looks like everyone is nearly ready."
"Guys, sit on the bed and stretch your legs out," Mr. Hood said.
Jim did so. He'd already taken out a condom, and with Sammi's enthusiastic help he rolled it on.
"Girls," Mrs. Miller said as she rolled a condom on Mr. Hood's cock. "Here's how we'll do it today." She straddled Mr. Hood, facing away from him. "Grab his cock and put it inside you. Guys, you can help by holding your cock, or, if she has it properly, hold her hips."
Sammi swung her leg over Jim's hips. She looked down between his legs as she grasped his cock. She felt his hands go to her hips, urging her down. She rubbed the head of his cock back and forth through the folds of her sex before putting it at her entrance.
She held her breath as she lowered herself. She couldn't quite see it part her lips as it slid in, but she could certainly feel it. He felt so big, stretching her open, touching every nerve inside her as she slid down until she stopped.
She lifted and pressed down even harder, getting more of him in her. After two more tries she felt his thighs against her bottom. That's when she remembered to breathe.
She wanted to just remain there for a while, enjoying the feel of him inside her, but Mrs. Miller was speaking again.
"One of the advantages of doing it this way," Mrs. Miller said as she moved up and down on Mr. Hood's cock, "is that a girl can rub herself." She put a finger on either side of her clit, rubbing as she moved. She closed her eyes, and it was obvious her attention was entirely focused on what she was doing.
Sammi wet her fingers and slid them down around her clit. That felt so good. She began to rub in time to her motion, pressing harder than she'd ever been able to get a guy to press. It made him feel so much bigger than doing it the normal way.
She threw her head back, her eyes closed. She was beginning to get really aroused and as she moved around she decided she liked this. She could get every fiery little spot inside her; she could lean forward, making it feel a little more intense; she could straighten up until she was moving almost straight up and down--it felt like he was getting deeper inside her when she did that.
She heard a moan... realized it was her own, and smiled. She couldn't tell how Jim was doing, but at the moment she didn't care. She was moving faster, getting closer, all of the heat and feeling welling up until she thought they would spill over. She pressed her fingers against herself, wanting it harder, trying to hold off the rising feeling, trying to savor it as she got closer and closer until...
Her feelings came together in a rush, trying to push out of her, but blocked by his delicious length. A second rising... she lost all track as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her.
She slowed to a stop, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath.
Jim was still hard, and after a glance at his face she knew he hadn't cum. Well, she'd heard that some boys didn't cum unless they were on top, and some of the girls said Jim was one of them. She got off him and lay on her back. He smiled gratefully as he entered her.
As he thrust she had time to think: she liked being able to move how she needed, but that was a lot of work. Guys were conditioned to it. She'd probably only want to do this as a variation from time to time.
Jim stiffened, moving in short, sharp strokes. After a few seconds of straining he relaxed, breathing hard. She cuddled with him until he got hard again. She swung her leg over and rode him to another climax, and then got on her back so he could get off, too. She was sensitive down there, and still keyed up from her second climax. Jim lasted and lasted, and Sammi suddenly realized she might cum again.
She tightened on him, riding up his hard length, trying to pull him deeper into her. Everything seemed to happen at once: she arched up into him, he stiffened, and both of them went soaring into that timeless moment of pure pleasure.
They slumped together, awash in that hazy post-climax time when all defenses were down and you just drifted, sharing tiny movements, tiny touches, and tiny intimacies.
Sammi was still caught up in the aftermath, and she dressed mechanically. Mrs. Miller said something, and she could see Suzy and Grace taking notes. She'd get a copy from them at lunch. Right now every touch of her clothes sent little shocks through her.
She saw Bob in the hall after class. He was hugging a girl, a short, thin blonde she didn't recognize, and Sammi felt a stab of jealousy.
"Who was that?" she asked as she stopped next to him.
"Oh, that's Liz," Bob said. "She's new here, too. She was my partner today in Sex Ed. She broke up with her boyfriend and she's still upset about it."
Whatever jealousy Sammi had felt, vanished. If a girl got jealous every time she saw her boyfriend having sex with someone else, she'd be a basket case inside of a week. It was just Sex Ed, and in Sex Ed you always tried to make your partner happy.
"Where's she from? And was it a bad break-up?"
Bob shook his head. "She didn't say, and I didn't ask her. I figured you gals would get that information out of her better than I could."
Sammi didn't say anything--there was too much truth in that. Instead she changed the subject. "What's your next class?"
"Drafting," he said. "And you?"
"PE."
"At least you'll get a shower. I'll go through class smelling like Liz."
"I thought they tried to arrange it so you had PE after Sex Ed."
He shrugged. "I did, too, but the advisor said the schedule didn't work out any other way. I was a last minute addition, and they couldn't get all of my classes straightened out."
They stopped in the restroom. Surprisingly, the girl's line was non-existent. Sammi ended up waiting for Bob.
"Where will I meet you for lunch?" Bob asked when he joined her.
"I'll wait near the serving line, how's that?"
"Easy to find," he said, smiling. He gave her a quick kiss. "I'll see you then."
Sammi walked to PE feeling slightly dazed. Her body was still turned on from Sex Ed, but that kiss... wow. Was it just her imagination, or had she seen sparks when Bob had kissed her?
PE passed in a blur. She worked the machines, she swam, and the bell rang. Sammi impatiently dried her hair--she had to shorten it so it took less effort to manage--dressed, and practically ran to the cafeteria.
The first few kids trickled in. Most grabbed a quick bite and headed outside, while a few clustered at tables. Grace and Suzy came in, as did Sam and Anna. Finally, just before the bell, Bob got in line.
"Sorry about that," he said as they moved down the serving line. "My Drafting teacher was putting me through the paces. He wanted to see what kind of student he was inheriting."
"He was testing you?" She considered the salad with ginger sauce, and took the gelatin instead.
Bob nodded. "There's a lot of individualized instruction at this level of Drafting, and the first couple of classes are when he finds out what I know, what my strong points are, and so on."
Sammi looked at the rest of the food, decided to pass on the entrée, and picked up a glass of iced tea. "Will you have to do this again, tomorrow?"
Bob nodded. "After that, though, the real instruction begins. I'll be given a project to draw. It's boring, but it's a requirement for college."
After a stop at the cashier's, Bob followed Sammi to the table. She introduced him around, noting the speculative look Suzy gave him.
"He's mine," she whispered to Suzy as she sat down.
"I know," Suzy replied in a low voice. "I was just wondering if there were any other guys from Seaside transferring up here."
"I don't know," Sammi said with a shrug. She turned and asked Bob.
"Um, only one that I can think of," Bob said. "His name's Greg. He's a year ahead of me, but I'm not sure he'd be coming to this school. He said something about another school on the other side of the valley."
"Probably Hydro," Suzy said. "They have the only high school on the south side of the valley."
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