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JASON
Jeffrey had an odd request: that Sue pick me up and that we kiss. Kissing wasn’t so odd, I suppose, but being picked up was. It’s not something other couples can even do. But we can and we did.
I asked to be let down afterward but I was conflicted. I was embarrassed being held by Sue in front of everyone, but at the same time, I liked being held by her. I felt safe and, well, it made me horny with my little wee-wee touching Sue’s breasts. They say it’s not so little. I never really took note of other’s sizes but as I think back, maybe I think I’m about average.
But this whole week has been building me up. I think my dick is harder than it’s ever been and it feels like it wants to grow and grow. Maybe I have reached puberty. Or maybe it’s just The Program!
In in biology, Ms. Winger offered the usual relief. I refused but Sue wanted more. The girl’s insatiable. I started to make my way over to her but she stopped me.
“No, Jay. I hope you don’t take offense but I want to try someone different.”
I was surprised but said it okay. It’s okay to do it with others. I mean, I surely gave other girls the past couple of days relief. Maybe more than I should have. Why shouldn’t Sue get to experience others? I realize now that I was feeling jealous. That went away when I saw the show.
“Who would you like to help you with this, Ms. Powell?” Ms. Winger asked Sue. Every hand in class went up.
“Me, me.” they all shouted. Sue had her pick and who she picked surprised me.
“Uh, Madison?”
Madison! Now that was a surprise. She’s one of the cheerleaders and is rather tall; five eight or nine, I think. She had long, straight, sandy blonde hair and was as cheerful as they come -- born to be a cheerleader. I had a right to be jealous.
My dick strained to reach them from the other side of the classroom as the two kissed each other. As tall as Madison was, she had to get up on her toes for the kiss. It was a simple kiss but it was making my insides turn to jelly watching them. Was this how Jeffrey felt when Sue and I had just kissed each other out in the hallway? Hmm. Something to think about, huh?
Madison sat Sue down on the chair and began eating Sue’s pussy. That sounds so cool, doesn’t it -- eating her pussy? That’s what I had been doing both yesterday and today. Does that make me cool too? That must have been why people were talking. I didn’t mind.
The class was quiet, as it always is during times like this, and it didn’t take long before Sue came. Then the class cheered. I even cheered. Sue came loudly but I don’t think as loud as I’d made her. And no, Sue didn’t fall off the chair this time.
Today’s lesson was more about sexual anatomy and why relief was, well, relief. Why did a person climax during oral sex? We all agreed that using hands wasn’t as good as using your mouth. But why? We never got a good answer.
Somewhere along the way someone in the class mentioned that I had grown since yesterday. I thought they were making fun of me but others agreed. No, they weren’t talking of my stature; they were talking of my dick’s stature.
I reminded them that I was just hornier, that’s why. That’s when Cathy blurted out “If he’s horny then he’s definitely reached puberty.”
Ms. Winger agreed. I still disagreed.
“Why not, Jay?” she asked.
“I don’t have any hair. Pubic hair, that is.”
“Some guys are just hairier than others. Maybe you’re just not destined to be hairy. You do have a little bit growing there as we saw yesterday. Class, do you remember Patrick?”
Patrick was one of the kids who had been in The Program early this semester. He had so much hair his crotch looked like a rainforest. And it was red to boot. The rainforest on fire. Patrick was so red normally that nobody could tell if he were blushing or not. Of course, he was. He also had a hairy chest, arms, legs and a beard.
“Everyone’s body is different. You shouldn’t feel left out if your’s is different. It would be pretty boring if we were all the same. Right class?”
The class agreed and in some way, I did feel a little bit better about myself. Not enough to get rid of my hard on though. I spent the rest of the class in a haze until it was time for PE. Sue wanted to carry me again. Why not?
SUSAN
I had a theory. You see, nobody had ever gone down on me before like Jay had and Jay’s mouth was a revelation. Was it Jay, like I thought it was, or was it just bad luck on my part in the past. I had heard that Madison, one of the cheerleaders and one of the girls in biology with Jay and I, was pretty good at that sort of thing. Her nickname, and this is only for this Program journal -- so don’t let this news get out -- was La Carpet Muncher. That’s pronounced “Carpay Munshay”.
Not many knew this about Madison: she was a lesbian. Anyway, she knew her stuff. Yes, she was good. Better than my lover last year. Better than any guy. Except Jay.
Yes, I must say that I got more out of it with him than with Madison. But please don’t tell her. It would break her heart and I think she has a crush on me. That’s okay. I really wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with her if the opportunity presented itself. But I would totally jump in bed with Jay pushing anybody else out.
Whoa! There are those thoughts again. I was a good girl after all, wasn’t I? I was Daddy’s girl. I didn’t have a dirty mind. I never thought about going to bed with anyone before. I had volleyball and school to think about, not boys. Or girls. What a week.
But I was still wondering how did he get so good. Was he lying to me? Did he have previous experience? Jay was, well, he was like a little child. Like my little child, even though, at times he seemed more grown up than any of us. Much more grown up, and if I’m being honest, and all the time.
It was immature of me to dis Emily. And it was wrong to frighten Freddy. How can I be so immature? I felt bad about this but I also felt better that I was making things right with Freddy and trying to be nice to Emily.
Holding Jay in my arms like I did when Jeffrey asked us reinforced that mother-child feeling I get with him. Maybe my motherly instincts were kicking in. I loved holding him in my arms and the flesh on flesh contact made me horny. Perhaps that’s why I needed relief so badly in biology.
So, I asked to pick Jay up and carry him to the gym after bio and was half expecting him to refuse, but he didn’t. I picked him up again though because I wanted to talk and I figured we’d be able to better this way -- it’s more private.
“Why do you like carrying me?”
“Lots of reasons. But we can talk easier this way.”
“Okay.”
“Are you going to stay after school?”
“Probably. I promised the cheerleaders I would.”
“Oh, so you can’t stay away from them. I understand.”
“No, really. I promised. I can’t go back on a promise.”
“What’re you going to do in the meantime?”
“I don’t know.”
“Want to watch me practice?”
“Sure.”
“I have to shower with the basketball and wrestling teams afterward. Are you okay with that?”
“Sue, what kind of question is that? Of course I know you have to shower with them just like you have to use the boys shower after gym today. And if I can share a shower with the cheerleaders I can’t complain that you have to shower with the basketball and wrestling teams, now can I?”
“Just making sure.”
“You’re not ... jealous, are you?”
“Pfft. Me? Jealous? No. We’re just partners.”
“Right. Just partners. Right?”
“Right.”
“And next week, well, we’ll go back to our normal lives.”
It hurt to hear that.
“No, Jay. We’ll still be friends, not like before this week.”
“Will we? You know that at the end of next week all of this, uh, ... stuff happening this week; it will all be forgotten.”
“Jay, I’ll never forget this week. You’re really afraid I won’t ever talk to you again, aren’t you?”
“The thought had crossed my mind.”
“Oh, Jay. Please don’t feel like that. I promise, I won’t forget about you again.”
“You’ll still be my friend after this week?”
“Yes. Of course I will. I want to. It wasn’t until this week that I realized what I had been missing all of these years with you.”
“Yeah. Getting eaten out.”
“Do you really feel that way?”
“Nah, I guess not. Sorry. Look, we’ve ignored several RR’s and now we’re here at the gym.”
Yep, we were at the gym now. Time went by real fast. And right there waiting for us, just like yesterday, was Emily. Damn her. I wanted Jay. I mean, I wanted to talk to Jay. I realized now it would have to wait. There was so much I wanted to say.
“Can we talk later?”
“Of course we can, Sue. I’ll see you in English, okay?”
“Yeah. Later.”
JASON
Sue carried me again. I could get used to this if only I could get over my embarrassment of being carried like a baby. Oh, well. She let me down when we reached the gym. Emily was waiting for us. I met her with my dick leading the way. Yeah, being carried didn’t help my hard on.
“Reasonable request?” she asked.
“Shoot.”
“How about a kiss?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
We had a long sexy kiss. I wish I could kiss Sue like this, that is, without her bending down so far. Of course she could pick me up -- that would work. But with Emily, all I had to do was stretch up a bit to kiss her and her to move her head down. I hoped she didn’t feel bad about this. I know how girls want their guys to be taller.
“Look, I gotta go, Jay. I just wanted to say hi.”
“Okay. Are you going to be staying late again this afternoon?”
“I have detention again.”
“Again?”
“Every afternoon. I’ll be in The Program next week too.”
“No, you won’t. You’ll just be naked. If you were part of The Program then you’d be able to ask for relief.”
She shrugged. We gave each other another quick kiss and she left.
Well, gym time. More dribble, dribble, pass. Dribble, dribble, pass. Dribble, dribble, and shoot. Then do it again: rinse, repeat until it’s time to hit the showers.
And no bad experiences today with ball to uh, ball contact, if you know what I mean. The physical exercise had been a relief of sorts. Being around guys and concentrating on mundane crap like dribbling meant my hard on had subsided a bit. However, the anticipation of showering with the girls meant that I was sporting a new full woody by the time I walked into the locker room.
“Hi, Jay.”
“Hi, Mia.”
“I’ve been waiting. Want to shower with me?”
“You know I would.”
“What about me. You promised.”
“Oh, uh, Penny. Yeah, okay. I did promise, didn’t I? We can share like yesterday.”
Damn, I’d never seen Penny like this before. That is, completely buck naked. You see people in school naked all the time, but seeing someone you know nude for the first time is special. I’d known Penny for a few years, with her coming to the house to see Gracie periodically. She and Sylvia even spent the night a few times. I’d seen them in pajamas before but never like this. If dick hadn’t had a reason to be hard before, it definitely had one now.
“Aw, I want you all to myself.” Penny said.
“That wouldn’t be fair to the others. And Mia’s been so nice to me.”
“But she’s already showered with you.”
I looked at Mia. She shrugged.
“Where’s Sylvia, by the way?”
“Here I am!” she yelled from a couple of locker rows back. “Would you like me to wash your face again?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No.”
Both Sylvia and Penny have always been very nice to me, and as I think back, after they had grown, that is, hit puberty, both have been kind of flirty with me too. I never thought of them this way; it was only now that I myself was reaching puberty. My point of view for these two had completely changed this week. Sylvia was voluptuous. Penny was extremely cute. I was short. I looked up to them rather than eye to eye like I used to. It seemed like only yesterday that we were close to the same size.
You’re probably wondering about Penny. Her hair is blonde and curly when it’s not wet. Penny had a fairly slim build and perky little breasts, not nearly as big as Sylvia’s but sexy nonetheless. She was a little taller than Mia, not as tall Sylvia or Grace for that matter but I still had to look up to her.
Both of them were being so friendly today. I had a group shower with all three girls -- Mia, Sylvia and Penny. Penny shampooed my hair and wanted to put conditioner in it. My hair is not long enough for conditioner but I let her do it anyway. It made the whole thing last longer. Mia washed my front, including my feet and between my legs. I had to tell her to watch out down there. Sylvia wanted to wash me down there but instead, I let her do my back and yes, my face. Penny got a real kick out of that. Slap, slap, slap.
I wanted to watch to see Sylvia’s face this time. I didn’t believe Grace last night about her having an orgasm over that, but my face was full of soap and tit and not wanting to get soap in my eyes, I just let her have her fun. I didn’t see but that didn’t matter much. My dick was as stiff as a carbon fiber pole.
When it was over I was squeaky clean and solidly hard. Three naked girls with their hands, and tits, all over you will do that, in case you had any doubts.
The last thing Penny did right after we finished the shower was to kiss me. This was our first kiss. And why not? I’d kissed Sue and Emily and some other girl who I didn’t know in an RR.
I had to stretch way up on my toes of course to kiss Penny. She hugged me and at the same time raised her right leg up on my left side as she gave me a deep kiss. I held onto her thigh, it seemed so natural, and my dick was poking her inside her other thigh. The whole experience was quite erotic. I doubt I can keep this up without a release soon.
“Penny?” I whispered into her ear after our kiss.
“What?”
“Did you see Sylvia’s face when she cleaned me with her boobs?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you describe it?”
“Bliss.”
“Oh. Okay. Thanks.”
“I heard about you and Sue.”
“I’m sure everyone has by now.”
“I thought we were friends too.”
“We are.”
“We need to see each other more.”
“We will. Later, okay?”
“Okay.”
Holding Penny was as good as when I held Mia. But I saved holding Mia for last. Mia had been so nice to me this week I felt I had to save her for last.
I tell you, my dick was going to explode, I just knew it. It was only a matter of time -- hopefully, not until I got home. Gym was, once again, over and I felt sad that the shower had to end.
My next class, social studies, was uneventful. I don’t know what happened in my sexually charged haze, but I knew I’d catch up over the weekend, so no problem. Instead, I tried meditating to be able to soften up my boner and I think it worked a little. Then it was time for English.
SUSAN
I was glad to be out of French and into our final class, English. I was looking forward to seeing Jay again. I needed relief after showering with the boys. So many of them were so short -- I was taller than all but two of them. I figured a long time ago that I’d have to get used to boys who were shorter but I never dreamed that I’d like someone as much and who is as short as Jay. I’ll remind you again: the boy is barely over four feet tall and I stand six feet four inches. We could never work out. People would stare. They’ve been staring the whole week. Well, let them stare. I couldn’t care less.
It was no surprise I asked for relief and no surprise that I asked for Jay in English. I loved his smile as he came up in front of class. I wanted to have a long talk with him but now wasn’t the time. Now it was time for a little bit of fun.
I know this whole thing called relief is just an excuse for sex. Seriously, if someone is that frustrated in class they need to reconsider their priorities. Look at Jay. I’ve never seen someone have such a hard on all day long as he has for the past two and a half days. I’m sure he waits until he gets home.
Jay’s so studious and I don’t think he’s ever made anything less than an ‘A’ his whole school career. He wasn’t going to let anything stand in his way of scholarly excellence. I can’t see Jay not going to college. Daddy says he gets his intelligence from his father who was genius. All I can say is he must have been pretty darn smart.
Me? I get by with athletics. I’ve already talked to college recruiters and I’m only a sophomore. I know I’m going to get into college and play volleyball or maybe something else like swimming. I don’t want to brag, but I’m pretty good, no doubt due to my size.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that Jay wanted to do something different this time. He went to my back and gave me little kisses right down my spine. Obviously, he couldn’t start very far up my back, but where he settled, right above my butt crack, drove me wild. He made me squirm. When he reached under my crotch to diddle my clitoris with his little fingers I nearly came right then but he backed off. I was leaning over the teacher’s desk at this point with my back to the class and Jay doing his thing from behind. It must have been a sight.
As his one hand was exploring my womanhood his mouth was going lower. And lower. He wouldn’t, would he? He did. He kissed my ass then licked around my, uh, my asshole. He didn’t actually stick his tongue in my sphincter. (It is called a sphincter, isn’t it? I wasn’t paying a lot of attention in biology when they mentioned that.) But Jay did lick around it. It was so unexpected that with his fingers already deep inside me I instantly came. I fell to my knees and I just had to roll over onto the floor. It was nice and cold and I needed that to bring me back to reality.
There was of course, whooping and hollering from the class. I assumed everyone liked the performance. Oh yeah, that’s another reason they allow relief: entertainment for the class. There no doubt that we entertained them.
I gave Jay a big kiss on the mouth as a thank you and asked him again if he needed relief. He again declined. Poor guy. I don’t know how he does it. And when I say ‘does’, I mean both how he keeps denying relief and how he does what he does to me. He’s amazing.
Honestly, I can’t remember what we studied that day in English class. I was too far gone and anticipating this afternoon’s practice and tomorrow’s game. I was already getting psyched for it. It would be another volleyball game with a nude gal and I knew the crowd liked that. But I don’t think they would expect the nude girl to dominate the game the way I planned to tomorrow. I wondered if Jay was going to watch me at practice. I really hoped so and I wanted so much to talk with him.
JASON
“Well, Mr. McMillan,” Ms. Saylo began, “It seems the rumors about you are not unfounded. I was hoping to witness this and I must say, a fine time I’ll have tonight with my husband.”
The whole class laughed out loud at her remark. I did too as I took that as a complement. Then she continued.
“Ms. Powell, are you alright?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sue said while laying on the floor. “I just need a minute.”
“Please, take your time. But sit in your chair so that we can get started.”
And so English class began after Sue got her relief. I had been doing the same thing over and over the past couple of days and wanted to shake it up, so to speak. I didn’t really think it would work as well as it did with Sue, but I’m not complaining. Sue’s back side was a playground, of which I could only cover half of it while standing. But the half I had access to was still a vast expanse of tanned, flawless skin. And then there was her firm ass. The whole thing turned me on as much as her legs did. And oh those legs. I had left them alone this time, but the back side of them was more unexplored territory to discover later. I knew what I had to do and I only had half a week left. But I was up to the job.
I don’t know how I lasted all day the way I was, and the way I was could only be described as hard. As in hard on. As in so hard I could bore holes in granite with my dick. As in as hard as doing taxes. As in hard ... you get the picture. I decided that tonight was the night I was going to try masturbating, even if it was just to see what would happen. I pretty much knew that I’d actually come. I was sure of it. But what if I couldn’t ejaculate? That was my fear. I had to know and tonight I would find out.
However, regular school was out, extracurricular time was in, and there were cheerleaders to take care of. But before that I had promised Sue that I’d watch her practice. I didn’t mind. It would give me something to do until I was in the locker room with the cheerleaders.
It might have been cheating: me being in the girl’s locker room with such a flimsy excuse. However, I felt justified due to the way the school district’s main administration treated me. I wasn’t even supposed to be in The Program. But now that I am, I’ll be damned if I won’t make the most of it. And that meant keeping my promise to the cheerleaders, which I’m sure none of the girls minded.
I didn’t let Sue carry me to her practice the way she wanted; I figured I’d had enough of that today. Fortunately, school was out and most of the students left early enough to give us a little time to talk.
“Jay.” Sue said catching my attention. “Where did you learn that?”
“What?”
“What you did to me in English.”
“I didn’t. I just, I don’t know, made it up.”
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before.”
“I swear, Sue. I’ve never done anything like this. We’ve known each other for years. You would have known if I ever did such a thing to anybody.”
“I don’t know. I don’t keep track of you.”
“I’m sure.” I said, rolling my eyes. “Let’s just say I have an imagination. Besides, some of that I learned by watching porn on the internet. Not exactly but I got ideas from it.”
“Aha! You must spend a lot of time on the internet.”
“No, not that much. I only get on maybe twice a week. We don’t have such a great connection at home.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Sue, look at me. I’m just now reaching puberty, if that. Do you think I’ve ever had an interest in that sort of thing other than purely educational?”
She looked suspicious. “I wouldn’t know.” she said.
“Sue, I swear, I’ve barely thought about sex until this week. And I’ve never been with anyone else before you.”
“What about Emily?”
“I’m talking about before this week.”
“So you expect me to believe you made this all up in your head?”
“No. I didn’t invent this stuff. I may have rediscovered it, and I got the general idea from, you know, internet porn.”
“You always were smart. You’re not trying to pass one by on me, are you?”
“I wouldn’t think of it. What if I didn’t try at all? If I were a total klutz? Would that be better for you?”
“No. I guess you’re a fast learner.”
“I learned that first time, Monday. Remember? We were under the bleachers.”
“I remember.”
“I did what I thought came naturally. I was really hoping I was doing things right but you seemed to enjoy it so I kept it up. And then, I guess you had that orgasm. Were you faking? You did have an orgasm, didn’t you?”
“Oh boy did I! You were wonderful, Jay.”
“See? I could have doubted you like you did me, but I didn’t.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that, I don’t know. It never felt like that before.”
“You’ve had sex before haven’t you?”
“Do we have to talk about that?”
“I think it’s only fair.”
“Yes, I have. What do you want to know? Who all my lovers were?”
“You had lovers?”
“No. I had sex. I didn’t really have lovers. Partners at best, but not even that when it comes down to it.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I already chalked it up to a learning experience. But, this week...”
“What about this week?”
“So far, you’ve blown my mind, Jay.”
“I hope that’s good.”
“It’s very good. And I’m so sorry. I’ve been bad to you.”
“No, you’ve been very good. It’s like a dream come true for me.”
“I meant before. Years ago I-I hurt you.”
I didn’t like where this was going. I didn’t want to remember all those years that we were apart. I changed the subject.
“So, what about Madison? Did you ask her for relief to spite me or make me jealous?”
“No, Jay. I swear. I just wanted to have someone to compare against.”
“Why Madison?”
“She’s supposed to be good.”
“Was she?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes. You’re not mad, are you?”
“Not if you liked it.”
“I didn’t do it to spite you.”
“If I can do it with other girls you can too. Or with other guys.”
It was just sex, right? I mean, I could have painted on that canvas that was her body for a good long time. Did it really matter if it were only sex? Hell no. That would be like really cool.
But I wondered about the future. Even if no sex were involved, I’d still like to be friends with Sue. I longed for the days we used to play together, but I suppose those days were long gone, never to return. I better get used to it.
Sue put her shoes on and the girls started practice as I watched. I didn’t know much about volleyball but that was about to change. I knew that the ball bounced from team to team and you only had three hits per team to get the ball back over the net. But that was about the extent of my knowledge.
I was watching the watchers. That is, the people who watched the ball go back and forth over the net. Their heads turned left and right in unison like in tennis. I was hilarious and this is where my attention was when the ball hit me in the head.
“Ouch.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Here, take the ball.” I said as I threw the ball back.
“That’s an error.” the coach said.
I asked her “Because it hit a spectator?”
“Because it was out of bounds.”
“Oh.” I decided I should watch the play, rather than the few spectators. Back and forth the ball went until it went out of bounds again.
“Okay, that’s six sets for you, Brenda. Six for you, Shaina.”
“Don’t you mean seven?” I asked.
“Seven?”
“A set is when they bump the ball to the front row so they can spike it, right?” I asked.
“Setting up for a kill. Right.”
“So there were seven sets.”
“He’s right.” one of the girls who I didn’t know said. “I counted seven too.”
“Okay, well, it doesn’t matter.” the coach said. “It’s only practice. Let’s try again. Sue, I want you to work on blocking this time.” They went at it again. I followed them.
As I was sitting on the bleacher watching one of the other coaches -- her name was Elizabeth I was to find out later -- approached me when the next break came.
“How many sets did you see this time?” Liz asked.
“Only four.”
“How many kills?”
“What’s a kill?”
“When you make a point.”
“Oh, only one, I think.”
“Hmm. How many attacks?”
“I don’t know. What’s an attack?”
“When they try for a kill but the other side recovers.”
“Three.”
“And you saw all of that?”
“Yeah. I was watching.”
“Do you like to watch?”
“I like to watch Sue.” I said, chuckling.
“I bet you do. But would you like to watch them all the time?”
“All the time? I don’t know.”
“When they play.”
“I guess so.”
“Hmm, okay. How about you watch next time and try to count sets, attacks and kills.”
“Sure. I’ve got nothing better to do. It’ll be fun.”
With that Liz walked away and talked to Ms. Heller. I found out later that Ms. Heller was the head coach and Liz was only an assistant but they kept looking back at me as they talked. I tried to follow the game. Warm up was over; the girls were getting faster.
It wasn’t easy following everything but Liz came to me after a few minutes.
“Well?”
“Uh, eight sets, six attacks and two kills, all total. I think.”
“Not bad. Would you mind coming with me? I’d like to show you something.”
“Sure.”
We walked to one of those plastic topped fold-up tables set up on the side of the court.
“I’d like you try something for me sweetheart. What’s your name?”
“Jay.”
“Oh, yeah. You’re Sue’s Jay, aren’t you?”
“I hope so.”
“Ha. That’s funny. You see this form?”
“Yes.”
“All the girls names are here on the left. Do you know them?”
“Only a couple. Sue and Brenda.”
“Okay, they’ll be wearing numbers when they play. You see the numbers here to left of their names?”
“Yeah.”
“You can go by that but you’ll get to know them soon enough. For now just worry about Sue and Brenda.”
“Okay.”
“In fact, just worry about Sue since she’s in the front row. Now you see the blocks column?”
“Sure, but under that there’s BS, BA and BE. What is that?”
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