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The last present the outgoing lame-duck School Board gave us was to tack on two extra days of classes before we were released for Christmas. It's one of those years where Christmas is on Friday and instead of giving us the whole week before off, we had to go to school on Monday and Tuesday. The stated reason for the extension was the teachers' strike. No mention was made of the suspensions. Now we'd be getting out the same time Jennifer and Courtney did. Absenteeism was high.
We played our holiday tournament on Saturday at Mishawaka High School. And we won! It was a surprise, but all four schools were 2A and 3A schools. The big guys were having their own holiday tournament on the other side of the river. Our varsity was at Nappanee and they did okay, but came in second. It was the JV's day to shine.
Mishawaka High is an old school. It was built like a hundred years ago or something and their school board had elected to keep renovating it instead of tearing down the massive red brick structure and starting over. Unlike the schools further out, the student population at MHS wasn't growing, so putting together a new school seemed like too big a financial burden. As a result, though, their gym had been refurbished the past summer. The floor had the new three-point stripe and that probably was why we won the tournament. The locker rooms had been renovated during the summer, too, and the place had the best water pressure and the most hot water of any school shower I'd ever been in. The guys all filed out of the shower after the first game and as soon as we had underwear on, Whitney walked through and got a hot shower, too. It was cool that when she came back out in shorts and her sports bra, she didn't get any more attention than the general joking around that went with the rest of the team.
It's not that she wasn't beautiful. At six-three, Whitney is athletic in every sense of the word. Her six-pack was starting to be envied by the rest of the team. She wasn't so stacked that you couldn't take your eyes off her tits, but the slight roundness beneath her sports bra was a constant reminder that she was all girl under her basketball uniform. We had new warm-ups this year and once we were all in our matching royal blue sweats with the gold leg-stripe, the only thing that really identified Whitney as a girl was the two-foot long braid in her thick dark brown hair. She was respected as a member of our team and even Barry had pulled his head out of his ass long enough to respect her play. He had two inches on her, but when they matched up one-on-one he didn't stand a chance. Maybe he'd finally realized that he wasn't God's gift to basketball. He was still generally a jerk.
MHS has never really been known for their basketball players. They're a real football school and I guess they always have been. Well, what do you expect from a school whose mascot is a Caveman? Under Title IX, though, they'd been one of the first schools in our part of the state to actually form a girls' basketball team. Whitney knew the coach from summer camp.
"Whitney, you know we could arrange a transfer here to MHS for you," the woman said. "You're getting good play time with your JV team, but they won't let a girl on varsity now that girls' teams are getting a start. If you join us, we'd have a real chance to win a state championship."
"Thanks, Coach Anders. I'll think about it. Right now, I want to focus on helping my team win some games," Whitney laughed. "I want to talk to Lou about it, too. I don't know how it would affect my chances of joining her team in college."
"The way you are developing on the court, I don't see that it's going to make much difference where you play now, except that you might meet some more of the girls you'd play against in college if you were on a girls' team in high school. You've got my number. Call me if you want to talk about it."
In some ways, it's too bad when the host school places last in the tournament. I was glad they were the only school we didn't play against in the four-school event. That night, Whitney set a St. Joe Valley High School JV record with twenty-eight points. Maybe she was showing off a little.
It would have been the perfect start to Christmas vacation if it weren't for the added two days of classes. On the other hand, there was Rose.
"Oh, Brian," she sang.
"Hello, beautiful," I answered. "Care to join me for lunch today?"
"Yes, but over there," she said, pointing to an empty part of the cafeteria. Like I said, absences were high on Monday. A lot of families had already planned winter vacations and took off over the weekend. I followed Rose to the empty table, casting a glance at the curious people at our usual table and shrugging my shoulders. I held a chair for Rose and before I could move to the other side of the table, she pulled the chair next to her out. "Sit here beside me," she whispered. "I don't want anyone else to hear us."
"What's the big secret?" I asked, scooting close to her.
"I'm sixteen today."
"I know. I wished you happy birthday when I met you for English this morning. And I'll bet all our boy and girlfriends did the same thing when they saw you."
"Oh, it's no secret that I'm sixteen. And thank you for giving me such a lovely card. What I want to whisper about is related to it."
"What?"
"The sixteen-year-old rules apply to me now."
"Would you like to go out this week? I did say I'd like to go out with you over the break."
"Yes. I would like you to take me on a date, thank you. Perhaps the week between Christmas and New Year, okay?"
"Um ... Rose, you know that just because the agreement says that at sixteen..."
" ... I can engage in skin-to-skin genital contact, it doesn't mean I have to."
"Right. I don't want to be there pushing you to do something you don't want to do."
"Oh, I want to. Believe me. But that's not why we're going on a date. As much as I want your fingers sliding around in my wet, hot pussy, I'm not quite ready for that. And even though I want you to slide your big hard cock in between my breasts and into my mouth, I'm not quite ready for that either. And don't think I don't want to feel your tongue lapping up my juices and flicking my clit until I cry out in ecstasy. But I'm not quite ready for that either."
"You know, you're getting me ready, just talking like that."
"Mmmhmm. That's what I want and I'm ready to do."
"Rose, what are we talking about?" I laughed.
"Do you remember making out on the way home from IU and when we went home we were so horny we couldn't sleep?"
"Oh yeah. That was pretty intense."
"Remember how you talked me through it the next morning and we came together on the telephone?"
"This is not a conversation that is designed to let me stand up and walk to class, Rose. I'm getting so excited just talking about it that I feel like a rock."
"I wish I could feel it, too. I'm so wet down there I'm probably leaving a spot on my skirt. Anyone who walks down the hall behind me will probably smell my juices leaking."
"Why are you doing this, Rose?"
"I want to build the anticipation. Sometime in the coming year, you are going to slide your hand inside my panties and I'm going to scream when your fingers rub my clit. And sometime it's going to be your tongue that sends me over the edge. One of these days, I'm going to hold my tits together and you will slide your cock between them and spray your come all over them and me. It's all going to happen, Brian. But not right away. Until it happens, we're going to talk about it. You'll kiss my nipples and I'll send you home to think about pumping your cock between them. And you'll call me on the phone and tell me what it was like to spray my pretty little face with your semen while I finger my clit until I scream."
"Rose, I'm about to make a very open PDA."
"Let's go out Sunday night. We'll do something fun and while we're in a very public place, I'll describe to you in detail what my pussy looks like and feels like. We'll have fun."
Oh yeah. We'll have fun. Fuck!
I had a real treat waiting for me Christmas Eve. It wasn't under the tree. The whole Kokomo contingent arrived Thursday afternoon. Of course, there was no question about where anyone was going to sleep. Anna's bag went straight to Mom and Dad's room. Bill and Crystal took the new guest room that used to be Betts' room. Jennifer and Courtney didn't even pause more than to smooch Mom and Dad before they'd dragged their bags and me upstairs.
"We're going to behave ourselves," Jennifer announced when we all flopped on the bed for a smooch.
"We promised Mom and Dad that we wouldn't embarrass them," Courtney added. "I think that means that they won't be able to hear us when we come."
"But we really need to behave a little," Jen said. "I really don't want them to think we just come here for the sex. So we declare sexual contact to be limited to fingers."
"No going bump," Courtney whimpered.
"Besides," Jen said severely, "when we go home Sunday afternoon, we don't want you so sated that there's no tension with Rose."
"How do you know... ?"
"We're girls. Of course, we know."
"Oh yeah. I forget sometimes that my whole life is planned out for me." Court and Jen snuggled into my arms did a lot of rubbing with their faces against my shoulders and neck.
"Are you upset with us, Brian?" Jen asked. "We don't mean to plan out all the details of your sex life for you, but it's how we all deal with not competing with each other. We know what you did with Elaine because she asked the rest of us for permission. Miss Anal Queen there has already asked for permission to be your first there. Everyone knew that we'd be the first ones you touched with your fingers. Are we being bad, Brian? Do you want us to back off?"
Hmm. How much did I mind having my girlfriends coordinate who was going to do what with me first? In a way, it sure beat me having to decide who I wanted to pursue. And still I wanted some say, didn't I? Wasn't that what I told Liz? That we should think of not only what we want, but who we want it with? I thought of the 'ultimate event' and that I really wanted to be Rhonda's partner as we both gave ourselves fully to each other. I also knew the chances of that happening were pretty close to nil. Maybe it was better this way. But that didn't mean I couldn't have some fun about it.
"Jennifer," I said as I swung my legs off the bed and sat, "come here and stand in front of me." I think I surprised her so much she was almost to me before she stopped to think what was going on. I'm a pretty passive guy, but sometimes you have to let your partners know you exist. When Jennifer was standing facing me and Courtney was just sitting next to me watching, I continued. "Sometimes I do want some input in my own life. We're not just talking about your first time having someone else's fingers in your pussy. We're talking about the first pussy I ever put my fingers in. Well, I expected that and I was really looking forward to it and it was wonderful. But you should all think about whether what you want me to do with you first is who I want to be first with. Just be considerate. Now. That means you were a bad girl, Jennifer. Santa keeps track of these things. So, do you want a lump of coal in your stocking instead of the nice little present Santa got you, or do you want a swat on your bare bottom?"
"What? You mean ... You're going to spank me?" Jennifer's eyes popped open so far I could see the whites all the way around. She was truly shocked and her mouth made little up and down motions as she tried to speak.
"It makes no difference to me, Jen," I said. "We have coal Santa can put in your stocking." Well, charcoal. "Or one swat on your bare bottom. While you are lying across my bare lap."
"Your bare ... Oh my goodness!" Jennifer gulped and started pulling her pants down. Courtney gasped and then started laughing.
"Brian, may I help you prepare your lap for Jennifer's punishment?" she asked. I raised my hands and Court unfastened my belt and unzipped me. The idea of punishing Jennifer was just a joke, but the idea of her lying across my bare lap had already gotten me hard. My pants were around my ankles about the same time that Jennifer faced me with her pussy pointing my direction and already smelling heavenly.
"Just one?" Jennifer asked.
"Do you think you need more?" She shook her head. I think she was actually a little afraid. She looked at my erection and pulled her shirt and bra off. Courtney pulled my t-shirt off over my head. Jennifer approached me. "I need your permission, Jennifer," I said.
"Brian, I give you explicit permission to give my ... bare bottom one ... swat," she squeaked.
"And?" I asked. She looked at the fact that she was going to lie down on my cock.
"And to have skin-to-skin genital contact," she whispered, bending over and starting to lie across my lap. Her breasts dragged across my cock as she lay down. "And my breasts. And anyplace else you need or want to touch." She made sure that she wiggled against my cock as she got into position. I held her against me. She felt so incredibly good, and I had to admit this was a view I hadn't really had the privilege of seeing before. I liked it. I just stared and savored the moment. "Are you going to spank me, now?"
"Are you anxious, Jennifer?" I whispered. "Are you scared or excited?"
"Yes." It was a sibilant sound hissing through her teeth. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I touched her bottom and petted it. "Oh!" I softly rubbed it all over. "Was that it?"
"No. Did that feel like a smack, love? You'll know when it comes. I just have never seen this view of your derriere. It's really beautiful, my Girl Scout love. Don't you think so, Courtney?" I asked. Courtney was sitting next to me with one arm wrapped around my waist staring at Jennifer's bottom. Somewhere along the line, she'd lost her shirt and her breasts were pressed against me.
"Yes. Beautiful," Courtney rasped.
"And so soft and smooth. You know, one time Jennifer offered to have me compare her breasts to her butt to see which was softest. Do you remember, little Girl Scout?"
"Oh! Yes, Brian. I remember. Are you going to spank me now?"
"Soon. May I have your permission to test whether your breast is as soft as your butt, love?"
"I said you could touch. Are you going to do it now?" I snaked a hand down next to my left leg where Jennifer's breasts lay and fondled them. Her nipples were hard and she arched her back to get more contact. My cock was twitching against her, just because she was lying there so vulnerably.
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