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Amnesty Program Ch. 02

By: Ambidentrous



This is a continuation of the story that began with Amnesty Program.

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Jason had forgotten how long it takes jeans to dry.

Emily had burst in, just as Rebecca had predicted, her freckled face flushed from running and her wavy red hair windblown. She had been disappointed to find Jason and Rebecca calmly huddled over Jason's laptop, apparently working on a project. Jason was dressed in gym clothes though, a detail that didn't escape her journalistic instincts. 

He was stuck there for at least another hour.

Emily followed Rebecca into the kitchen, hissing a stream of questions which Jason couldn't hear, but he could hear Rebecca's answers clearly, "None of your business. None of your business. None of your business!"

He smiled up at Rebecca as she came back into the room with a bowl of seasoned pretzels. Emily followed close behind and crossed her arms. "Are you really doing research?" she said, disbelieving.

Jason smiled and nodded.

"For who?"

Jason shook his head. "Not going to answer that one right now."

Emily shot Jason an evil look, and stormed down the hall to her room.

"Wow. Is she always that intense?"

Rebecca shrugged, "No. She's having a frustrating day."

Jason took a pretzel.

"Are you really as nice as you seem?" Rebecca sat next to him at the kitchen table.

"Nobody's as nice as they seem." he held up his pretzel. "Look. I took the best pretzel before you could get it. It has the most seasoning."

Rebecca grinned and held up her pretzel. "I took the only unbroken one out of the bowl in the kitchen before you could get it. We're even. Any other skeletons in your closet?"

"You dragged my biggest secret from me already today."

"Well, don't feel bad. If I had something as beautiful as a cock, I'd play with it all the time too." Rebecca crunched a pretzel. "I tried weed once."

"Really? How did that happen?"

"I was at my cousin's farm and I found some weed growing behind the barn. I tried chewing it."

"Does that work?"

"No." Rebecca grinned, "but I kissed him later that day, so maybe I thought it would. Did you ever kiss a cousin?"

"No. None of my cousins were ever that lucky."

Rebecca laughed.

"When I go home Emily's going to grill you, right?"

"Probably," Rebecca sighed. "It's a sore trial for an ambitious reporter to walk in on something as interesting as you with your pants down and not be able to get the story. She'd do anything to find out what's going on."

"She'd do anything?"

"Yep. Just about."

"Let's see how persistent she is." Jason launched a couple of applications on his laptop. "If I were her, I'd be trying to... yep. See here?"

Rebecca scooted closer. "What am I looking at?"

"There have been seventeen failed attempts to log into my computer as root in the last three minutes. She's trying to hack me. She's probably got a sniffer on the wifi too. Let's check."

"I didn't know she knew how to do that!"

"Journalists learn all kinds of little tricks. This one's not strictly ethical," Jason said, tapping a few commands into the computer. "If we invite her out here are you okay with answering some questions?"

"I guess I'd have to decide after she asks."

Jason opened up an email window and addressed a message to himself. "Hi, Emily," he typed, "you need to get more subtle with the hacking. If you're so curious, you should try coming out here and asking us questions together. -Jason"

"Wait-" Emily said, "can I add something?"

Jason pushed the computer over to her and watched as she added "P.S. Answers are going to cost you." 

Emily passed the computer back to Jason. "She's going to be so conflicted... but how is she going to get an email you sent to yourself?"

Jason hit send. "If my guess is right and she's sniffing the wifi traffic it doesn't matter who I sent it to, she'll see it go by. She's seeing the message right now... she's swearing under her breath, trying to decide, and..."

Emily's door opened and she came down the hall. "Fine. I'll play your little game."

Jason motioned to the seat across from him at the table. Rebecca was trying to suppress a smile.

"Everything we discuss this afternoon is off the record," Jason said, looking pointedly at Emily. "Everything."

Emily deflated a little. "Why- is it... outside of what would be considered proper?"

Jason shrugged, "No, not technically, but we should check with the program before spilling anything officially."

"So, what department is the program running from?"

"I'm not sure," Rebecca said, "but it looks like a joint project between statistics and psychology. Probably mostly psychology."

"Is this a student research project?"

"No," Jason said, "this seems to be at a university level. We talked with professors and they're working with other professors. Pulling strings."

Emily's eyes were shining. "I've never heard of anything like this. Tell me about the program."

"All right," Rebecca said, "but first you'll have to tell us something you don't want anyone else to know."

"What?"

"You have to pay for your answers."

Emily frowned, concentrating. "Well," she said, slowly, "I have root access to the Journalism Department server. I've had total access for three months."

Jason rolled his eyes at Rebecca. "Meh. Doesn't do anything for me."

Rebecca nodded. "Give us a scoop. You know how this stuff works. You want juicy? Give us juicy."

Emily closed her eyes and thought for a moment. Suddenly her face flushed red. When she opened her eyes, her pupils were dilated.

Rebecca smiled.

Emily leaned forward. "This stays here."

"Of course."

"Okay." Emily took a deep breath. "I needed an expensive textbook at the start of this semester. Extremely expensive- over twelve hundred dollars. I had all but the last $250."

"Crap, I've never heard of a textbook that cost that much," Jason said.

"Well, Professor Hines thinks the International Encyclopedia of Mass Communications is a must-have and whatever she recommends, I buy, even if it's more than a grand."

"So you stole one?" the corners of Rebecca's mouth turned up.

"No. I was in the university bookstore trying to talk the manager down and getting nowhere. A couple of idiots overheard me and when the manager was on the phone they came up to me and said their friend was having a birthday and they wanted to make it special. They would give me the rest of the money if I would make this guy's birthday special."

Jason turned a quizzical eye to Rebecca, who refused to look at him. "What..."

Emily smiled at him. "They wanted me to give him a blowjob."

Jason's face turned red. He sputtered, "Oh, I..." and stopped, at a loss. His cock had jumped suddenly, and was filling the front of his shorts.

"So I said I'd do it." Emily looked directly at Jason. "Can I get a glass of water?" 

"Uh, sure." He started to stand up, remembered his condition, and sat down abruptly.

Rebecca scowled at Emily. "I'll get it."

Emily took a tiny sip of the water. "Thank you," she said, "Where was I?"

Jason started to answer, then stopped. He saw something. Emily's face had a subtle blush. She was breathing a little more heavily than before, and her eyes were dilated. She was playing a game, he realized, and he was the toy. 

"You were just saying," he said, "uh..."

"How you were going to purchase your textbook," Rebecca finished for him. Jason looked at her gratefully, and saw a little anger in her eyes, but something else too.

"Yes, that's right," Emily continued, "It was going to happen at a party at this big house in the suburbs. I was dressed kind of slutty- a short black skirt and a thin white tank top and a black bra. I sort of overdid it on the makeup. Glitter. Okay, I was really slutty.

"I showed up and I didn't get any really dangerous vibes. The place was loud and hot. I had a couple of beers and found the idiot friends. They sent me to a room at the top of the stairs and told me to wait there for Birthday Boy. The room was a high school girl's bedroom. Posters of boy bands. Everything. I didn't know how the party was happening in this house, and I wasn't going to ask. Anyway, I played it up. I put my hair in long pigtails and just left the little light by the bed on.

"So then Birthday Boy came in, that sweet, clueless, asshole. Everything went sideways. It was supposed to be a simple blowjob. How complicated can that be?

Rebecca stiffened. "Was he... violent with you?"

"Oh- no, it wasn't like that. Just listen." Emily took another sip of her water. "I was waiting and he walked in and I just gave him a big naughty smile and pulled his pants down and went down on him."

Jason closed his mouth.

"So then, what happened next was probably a tiny bit my fault, because just before I started making Birthday Boy's day special, I asked him a question. I don't even know why I did it or where it came from. I said, 'What's your favorite shade of green?'"

"You did what?" Rebecca asked.

"Stupid. But I was all... busy and everything, then a minute later he made me stop."

"He what?"

"I know, right? So in my head I'm going through all the things that might be wrong with me- too fat, too ugly, no good at blowjobs. You know. And he says 'aloe, with sun shining through it.' He had no fucking clue how to get blown at a party."

"I'm not following," Jason said slowly. "I don't understand what... the problem was."

Emily rolled her eyes. "You're not supposed to connect. I mean, you connect, but you don't connect."

Rebecca cleared her throat. "I think she means that casual... encounters at parties... carry an implicit understanding that emotional entanglements are to be avoided."

Emily made a face. "Why am I explaining this to a guy?"

"Oh, I, uh," Jason started, "I haven't ever been to the sorts of party where, uh, casual blowing happens. In... upstairs rooms. That I know of. In fact, I've never..."

Rebecca scooted her chair closer to Jason and squeezed his thigh. He stopped talking. He grabbed her hand. She drew his hand over to her thigh and caressed it once, then put both her hands on the table.

"Well," Emily said, "that sounds fascinating. I'd love to hear more about..."

"Aloe." Rebecca said, firmly, "With the sun shining through it."

"Of course," Emily said, after another sip of her water, "He put his hand on my head and stopped me. He asked me my favorite shade of green and I said 'kelly' and he said 'bullshit' and I stood up to leave because I didn't sign up for any complicated shit.

"I was leaving and he screwed it up. He said, 'My name is Nathan.' So I couldn't leave then, because you can't, when he's kind of sweet and his name is Nathan and he's sitting there on some girl's bed with his pants around his ankles on his birthday. I told him my name was Lauren.

"'You're the girl from the bookstore,' he said, suddenly. I didn't say anything. He pulled up his pants. 'My friends are... idiots. They told me I should meet you. Here. Why did you show up?'"

"I told him about the stupid Encyclopedia and the arrangement. 'Look,' he said, 'This isn't me. And unless I really miss my guess, this isn't you either."

"I was still miffed about all the damn connecting. 'You don't know me.' I said, and I looked at him for the first time. He was sweet faced. Blond with brown eyes."

Jason was running his hand lightly along the length of Rebecca's thigh. Her skin was soft and he was pleased when she leaned into him slightly.

Emily sipped her water. "Nathan slid to the floor and leaned against the bed. 'I know you're willing do something extremely... awkward... to further your education, and I admire that. I also know you'll go to great lengths to disguise yourself as a hot but forgettable party girl. You want to be forgotten, at least tonight you do. We're both expected to pretend we're someone else tonight. Different people, shallow enough to use each other with my idiots snickering outside the door. Fuck that.'

"I told him my name wasn't really Laurel. He kind of grinned. 'So what's really your favorite shade of green?' I told him, then I sat on the floor next to him. Then he asked about the book, was it the one journalism majors had to get, because his older brother studied journalism and he had a book he wouldn't let anyone touch when he was in college because it was so expensive.

"'That's the one,' I said. He looked at me. 'I'll get it for you,' he said. I stared at him. 'It's just sitting gathering dust in my brother's old room. He left it when he moved out.' I thanked him, but it felt weird, like I should hug him, but I shouldn't hug him. 

"'So did they pay you already,' he said, pointing his head toward the door, 'or are they waiting to see if you came through?' I shrugged, 'If you get the book for me I don't need their stupid money.' Nathan smiled. 'Maybe not, but I know Benny- the one with the earring- his family's loaded. He could have just bought you the book right there in the store and never felt it. Instead, he pulls this asshole move. In my view, assholes should be separated from their money at every opportunity. What do you say?' I said I could use a better camera.

"'You're going to have to convince them. Let's get you in shape.' He stood me up and looked me over, then he pulled my pigtails out, carefully, one by one, and mussed my hair. 

Emily stared into her water like it was whisky.

"Then he took his thumb and smeared the lipstick on my upper lip. It was the strangest thing. I started to get turned on. Then he did it again, slowly, and I sucked in a big breath. He stepped back, and I could tell that he wanted me. It was all I could do to keep from jumping him right there. I was afraid to move.

"'Forgive me, but I think this will help,' he stepped forward and ran his hands up my back under my shirt and unhooked my bra. I wrapped my arms around him and held on. He was trying to figure out how to get the bra out without taking off my tank top, then he gave up and just held me too, breathing into my hair. He held me for a long time. He smelled good, and when he pushed me away gently, I tried to get back into him. He wouldn't let me. He took a step back.

"'There's a way to get your bra out without taking everything off, isn't there?' He said. 'Yes, there is,' I said, but I took my shirt off anyway. I wanted him to see me. I turned around slowly- a full circle. He completely devoured me with his eyes. He reached out, but didn't touch. Pulled his hand back. 'You'd better put your shirt on.' I did, but he kept looking at me like he could see all of me. 'Get some of that on me,' he said, his voice shaking a little. He stepped in and kissed me hard on the lips. I was gone, gasping into him. I couldn't get enough. I had his shirt in handfuls. His hands were in my hair, on my back. It was the only time he lost control, but he still pulled away first.

"He was breathing hard, looking at me. 'Go get that asshole's money. Get the book from the Journalism Department office on Monday. Then, when you're ready, come find me. We'll do this right."

Emily finished her water in a long pull and crossed her arms.

Rebecca was trying not to breathe hard. Jason's fingers, gently touching her leg, weren't helping. "Then what?"

"Nothing," Emily said. "That's it. Well, I got the book."

"You never went back to him?"

"I was humiliated that night. I just want to forget the whole thing. He probably just had a fit of virtue. Anyway, I couldn't afford to take the chance."

"How could you do that?" Rebecca was outraged, "Leave such a nice guy like that and never even give him a chance... when he did something so generous!"

Emily's eyes kindled. "Don't lecture me about taking chances. You've never taken a chance in your life! You're safe, analytical, methodical, and if I hadn't seen you two playing doctor this afternoon with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it." Emily paused, had a thought. leaned in and whispered "Did they give you drugs?"

Rebecca didn't laugh. "I need to get on the same page with Jason about this. Can you give us a moment?"

"I have to pee anyway," Emily said, and disappeared down the hall.

"That was one of the hottest things I've ever heard," Rebecca said under her breath when Emily was gone. "She was really turned on, and I'm all hot now too."

"Me too," Jason said, gesturing at his shorts. "Look at me. I'm never going to get away from the table without poking someone in the eye."

Rebecca laughed. "Okay, listen, Emily's playing one of her games and I want to mess with her... and there's something sexy I'd like to try- it's actually one of my favorite fantasies. Are you game?"

"Sure. Are you going to fill me in?"

"No. I don't think so. It will be more fun that way. Trust me?"

Jason grinned. "I barely know you."

Rebecca smiled back at him sweetly, "You know me enough."

Jason tried for a poker face as Emily came back into the room.

"Nice try," she said as she sat. "You'd better have a damn good story for me."

"I don't know if we can compete with the, ah, colorfulness of your story," Jason said, "but I'll try to keep you interested."

"If Safety Patrol here doesn't put on the brakes." Emily's jab was what Rebecca was hoping for.

"You go first. I think you can tell her everything," Rebecca said, "I'll just fill in if you forget anything."

"It was Professor Suarez and Professor Danton that told us about the program," Jason started, "It's called the 'Amnesty Program' and it's an experiment to see if they can help high-performing students to develop more balanced lives..." His voice trailed off as Rebecca slid off her seat and under the table.

"Dropped an earring," she said from somewhere around his knees, "go ahead."

Jason looked across the table at Emily, who was eyeing him skeptically. "Um, ...balanced lives. Apparently a lot of good students don't do so well in life because the skills you learn to excel in school don't line up with the skills you need to excel in life..."

Rebecca's hand was running from his knee up his thigh, making it hard to concentrate. It was about to get harder.

"But what's the experiment?" Emily said, "What's all the fuss?"

"Oh, well, we have to do exercises that they give us every day and write what happens in a journal."

"That's it?"

"And if the ahh..."

Jason felt Rebecca's mouth cover his cock from outside his shorts. She blew her hot breath through the cloth, making him feel like his dick was in a sauna.

"...if the exercises interfere with our... oh lord..."

Rebecca was tugging on Jason's shorts, trying to get them off, and nibbling him through the cloth at the same time. He shifted to help her. He felt them slip down to his ankles.

Emily frowned at him, then her eyes popped wide. She looked under the table, then snapped up straight. Jason's face was a study in confused desires.

Rebecca's voice floated up from under the table, "Don't forget the grades." Then she licked Jason's cock from his balls to his tip.

"They gave you drugs!" Emily hissed.

Jason shook his head. Rebecca was teasing gently, just running her fingernails gently over his balls. She was resting her head on his thigh, her breath tickling his skin. "No drugs," he managed, "we have amnesty for our grades. They know we can ace everything, so as long as we stay above a C average and we're doing the amnesty work, they'll ahhhhh... record all of our scores as 'A's."

Emily felt pulled in all directions. She wanted answers, and she wanted to run out of the room at the same time. She also wished the table was transparent. "Why is she doing that?"

Jason closed his eyes "Because she wants to," he paused, took a slow, open-mouthed breath and smiled, "and because you told her she never takes risks. Thank you."

Emily "So no drugs? at all?"


Amnesty Program Ch. 02



"Just a little freedom," Jason sighed as Rebecca's tongue curled around his shaft, "and freedom feels reeeally good." His eyes rolled up into his head.

"I can see that. Is this going to take long?" Emily shifted in her seat, "because... this is... not... I'll just wait until you're finished." She started to scoot her chair back to leave.

From under the table, "What does his face look like?" Rebecca was pumping his dick with her hand and licking the tip.

"What?"

"His face, silly. I can't see."

"What do you think?" Emily snorted, "like he's in heaven with his seventy two virgins. I am not getting caught up in your twisted little game."

"Just one virgin," Rebecca giggled, pumped, "You shouldn't have told such a hot story to such a repressed girl." Rebecca paused to suck half of Jason's cock into her mouth and draw it back out again, "Don't pretend you aren't totally into this."

"I am not," Emily began, "wait- you're a virgin?

"Yes," Jason and Rebecca answered together.

"Holy shit." Emily shifted in her seat, felt a slow warming between her legs. "Okay. That's different. I'm kind of into this."

Rebecca used her hand and her mouth together, trying to imagine what would feel best. She was rewarded with a groan from above the table. Jason's fingers found her cheek and she paused to kiss the heel of his hand, then she inhaled him again.

"Freedom is a hell of an aphrodisiac," Emily said, "Who knew?"

Jason's eyes opened and burned through Emily. "I know." Then they widened a little as Rebecca sucked down on him experimentally. He gasped. She sucked harder. He clenched his teeth, "Rebecca..." he tried to warn her.

Emily watched his face spasm with intense pleasure as he came, and she heard Rebecca's head bump the table once when his orgasm surprised her with an unexpected spurt under the table. Jason gasped for breath, grunted, his eyes wide and unseeing. Then a long, shuddering breath as he began to come down. Emily suppressed a laugh when Rebecca's hand reached up around the edge of the table and felt around for the stack of napkins, found it, took the whole stack. 

Jason's face was relaxing, forming itself into a stupid smile. He laughed and slid to the floor. He found Rebecca smiling hugely, wiping her mouth.

"That was incredible! You're amazing!" he whispered in her ear, and kissed her. Then he kissed her again.

"Was it the big deal all the boys say it is?" she whispered back.

"They don't even have the words," Jason said quietly. "I really like your fantasies."

Rebecca kissed him softly, "me too." Jason pulled up his shorts and they rolled out from under the table.

Rebecca sat in Jason's chair, took a big breath, let it out. She grinned at Emily, sitting red-faced in her chair. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to call Nathan. You're going to thank him for the book, and then you're going to finish what you started."

"But I don't..." Emily started.

"You know his number," Rebecca said, "because you're a snoop, and a good one, and you wouldn't have been able to sleep until you found it out."

Emily frowned. "I want you to promise me something," she said, pulling her phone out of her pocket, "I want you to find out if I can get into the Amnesty Program."

Rebecca shrugged. "It won't hurt to ask."

Jason watched as Emily dialed, waited, closed her eyes, opened them wide. "Hello Nathan. This is Emily. You know me. I'm not Laurel."



Amnesty Program Ch. 03



This is a continuation of the story that began with Amnesty Program.

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The email from Professor Denton was waiting for Jason when he woke up the next morning.

Jason,

Your report from last night was very complete and Professor Suarez and I are pleased with the results. We realize now that we should have let you know that the kinds of exercises we are asking you to complete could result in sexual attraction. While we believe that the kinds of sexual experimentation and play that you have been engaging in with Rebecca are healthy, please understand that the tasks we are setting you do not require sexual activity in order to be successful. We will note this possibility when we orient new subjects into our experiment.

I have a different kind of task for you today. We have discovered that many students that find their primary affirmation by means of their grades become insecure in other areas. They have difficulty believing that people actually like them. This happens with both male and female students, but female students often feel especially insecure about their physical attractiveness. This insecurity can hamper their social lives, causing some women to withdraw. Your task today is to find a way to affirm Rebecca's attractiveness to her in a way that she will accept.

This is a task we had prepared for later, but given your very fast progress yesterday, we think it will be beneficial to both of you to maintain your momentum. This should be considered a first attempt, and you should not consider it a failure if she does not respond positively initially. Just beginning the conversation is our goal here. I have not communicated this material with Rebecca and I will let you decide whether you will share it with her.

Professor Dalton

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Jason rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and read the email again before rolling out of bed and heading for the shower.

"Why are you smiling so much," his mother said at breakfast between mouthfuls of scrambled eggs, "you look like the cat that ate the canary."

"It's nothing. Just had a breakthrough at school yesterday."

"Well that's not nothing," she prodded, setting her fork down. "Tell me the good news."

"I have a new study partner."

Jason's mom deflated. "A study partner. That usually doesn't go well."

Jason scooted his chair back. "This one can keep up." He grabbed his backpack and went for the door. He heard her call "What's his name?" as he unlocked his car and his smile widened, but he didn't answer. ----

"So. Anything interesting happen after I left last night?" Jason was walking across a wide lawn at the university with Rebecca. She wore a red sundress that had him struggling to keep his eyes straight ahead.

"No." Rebecca smiled to herself. "Yes."

"Okay, this is why guys don't understand women."

"Yes, I know."

"So..." Jason ran his hand through his hair, trying to formulate a meaningful question, "What didn't happen that's interesting?"

"Emily's going out with Nathan tomorrow night."

"That's it?'

"She's uncharacteristically freaked out about what to wear."

"Women."

"Well, think about it- she wants him to forget what she was like the night they met, but she wants him to remember too, so..."

Jason sighed. "I guess I'd be freaked out too. It doesn't really matter though."

"What?" Rebecca stopped walking. "What do you mean?"

"Emily won't have any trouble making whatever impression she wants to make no matter what she wears."

Rebecca crossed her arms and grinned at him. "Are you saying that you find her attractive?"

"Yes. More than she knows."

"More than me?"

"Not more than you. Yesterday changes how I see you."

"So if I hadn't given you a blowjob under the table last night, Emily would be more attractive than me?"

"You're trying to trap me," Jason said carefully, "but it's not going to work for two reasons: your model of attraction is flawed and your evaluation of your own attractiveness is weighted to the negative."

"You're sweet... and you're just trying to get more blowjobs."

Jason stepped in and embraced Rebecca warmly. "Honestly, I can't stop calculating the distance," he whispered in her ear, "between my cock and your lips."

"Me too," she squeezed him back and whispered, "twenty two inches."

"Twenty one."

"You think I'm wrong?"

"No," he smelled her hair, her perfume, "the distance just changed."

"I like that," she cooed.

"Yes, but now I'm going to have to walk around with my jeans all bulging in front... I guess it won't matter much though."

"Really? Why not?"

Jason smiled at her. "I'm with you, and you're wearing a red dress. That makes me pretty much invisible."

Rebecca snorted and stepped back. "That'll be the day. You're in some sort of hormonal reality distortion field."

"You want to make a bet?"

"Sure- how are you going to prove it?"

Jason thought for a moment. "We walk the sidewalk from here to the sociology building at the next break. I'll count the number of guys that check you out and you can count the number of girls that notice my, uh, condition."

Rebecca looked at him skeptically. "That's a long walk. You might not stay in 'your condition' the whole way and that would skew the results."

Jason shrugged. "I don't think this is going away anytime soon, but I'm sure a girl with your imagination can think of ways to make it fair."

Rebecca thought for a minute, and a wicked smile spread across her face. "All right."

"So," Jason said, "When I prove you wrong I get to do another round of attractiveness research with you as the subject."

"If. If you prove me wrong. If not... I get to write your daily report to Professor Dalton tonight. Agreed?"

"A factual report?"

"Not remotely."

Jason swallowed. "Agreed. Classes get out any second now." Students were already starting to trickle out of the buildings.

"Well it's not fair for you to be the only one poking your clothes out." Rebecca reached behind her back. A couple of shrugs and she was grinning at him and asking him sweetly to hold a strapless red bra for her. Jason took it, stunned. Rebecca had thrown her shoulders back and was arching an eyebrow at him. Just as he noticed her nipples poking at the fabric she leaned forward and touched them lightly to his chest. She tipped her chin up and kissed him slowly and deliberately. Her hands wandered up and touched his forearms.

"Nineteen inches?" she asked, her lips still touching his.

Jason groaned. "At most."

"Perfect!" she said. She grabbed his hand to keep him from covering himself and pulled him to the walkway.

Jason folded the bra as small as he could with one hand and tried to walk naturally. He noticed that Rebecca's new flirty bounce had cooled to a smooth stride so she wouldn't attract as much attention. He started to wonder if he could win after all.

"One," Rebecca said, grinning as she walked.

"Who?"

"The one in the yellow sweater."

"That was a guy."

"Counts." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Don't argue. Two-- girl with the red glasses."

Jason felt his face burning, but then he caught four guys in mid-stare, following Rebecca shamelessly. "Four for you," he said, "from the barber shop quartet. And the guy on the phone makes five."

At the halfway mark, Jason had counted sixteen guys checking Rebecca out and she had seen six people ogling Jason, including Yellow Sweater.

Rebecca needed to even the score. She talked out of the corner of her mouth. "When was the last time you masturbated?"

Jason's face flushed. "Yesterday. You were watching."

"I did it this morning," Rebecca let her voice get a little louder, "while I thought about how good it felt licking the tip of your dick."

Jason opened his mouth, shut it again.

"That's not all." Rebecca slowed her pace a little. "I was imagining what your tongue will feel like on my pussy. What do you think that's going to be like?"

"I, uh..." Jason started to worry about coming in his pants.

"I mean, do you think I'll feel all zing, sharp and tingly exciting or will it be swirly sweet, warm and wonderful?"

Rebecca counted two more, silently.

"That's what I was thinking about, playing with myself this morning. Your tongue all over my pussy." She sighed dramatically. "I didn't make myself come though. It was very hard to stop."

"You stopped?" Jason's voice was a little strangled. "Why?"

"I wanted to share," she said quietly, smiling, "with you."

"I'm not going to make it to the sociology building."

"You're about to come in your pants?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes. Please... just... sheesh."

"I can't ever remember," Rebecca said conversationally, "how to do hexadecimal conversions."

Jason had his hands on his knees. "What?"

"Do you know? I mean, like, what is 931 in hex? How would I convert that?"

"Uh, you divide by two hundred fifty six first. It's easier if you can remember the highest number in each place." Jason stood up, took a deep breath. "fifteen in the first place, two hundred fifty five in the second place..."

"Four thousand ninety five in the third place, sixty five thousand five hundred and thirty five in the fourth place." Rebecca finished for him. "Can you make it to the sociology building now?"

"Yeah," Jason grinned at her. "Thanks. I lost count though."

"That's fine," Rebecca stopped and grabbed her bra from him, slipped it into a pocket in his backpack. "You can win. I'll be your research subject. I'm going to make you pay though."

"How?"

"I want to do my own research first." She took his hand and squeezed it. "Come with me."

----

Jason hadn't ever been in a women's bathroom before. Rebecca just led him right into the women's in the sociology building like it was the most natural thing in the world and he followed. He didn't know what she would have done if someone had been at the sinks. She slipped into the first stall with him and bolted the door.

"Put your hands on the walls."

Jason did what she said. He was facing the toilet with Rebecca behind him. He could feel her breath on his back. His cock was uncomfortably hard.

"Don't move them." Rebecca reached around his waist, unbuckled his belt, and loosened his pants. She worked with her eyes closed, the side of her face resting against Jason's back. She could hear his breathing and the beating of his heart. She smiled. She pulled his pants down just enough, slipped her thumbs into the sides of his boxers and pulled. They got snagged on his cock and Jason drew in a sudden breath.

Rebecca stifled a laugh and peeked around under Jason's arm so she could stretch the elastic of his underwear to clear his penis. It stood up straight. She never touched him. She went up on tiptoe, put her lips next to his ear.

"Don't talk, okay? Just nod or shake your head. If any other girls come in, I don't want to stop, and your voice..."

Jason nodded.

"Good. I want to know exactly what I said that got to you out there. What pushed you to the edge? Was it that I told you that I played with myself this morning?"

Jason paused, shook his head. His cock bounced a little.

"Was it that I was remembering your cock in my mouth?"

His cock bounced again and a tiny drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip, but he shook his head again.

"Was it... that I didn't let myself come this morning? That it was hard to stop?" She touched her nose to his neck and inhaled deeply. "I know what 931 is in hex because I did that one this morning so I could wait for you. It's 03A3."

Jason's breaths were coming faster. He shook his head slowly.

The bathroom door opened and two girls walked in, talking loudly about a recent episode of something on television.

Startled, Jason's took his hands off the walls momentarily, but he quickly put them back.

"So," Rebecca whispered in his ear, "it was when I imagined what your tongue would feel like on my pussy?"

Jason let out a shuddering breath. He nodded.

Rebecca slid her hands up under his shirt, over the firm sculpture of his stomach.

"Because that was exciting for me too. I think it's going to be sweet and hot when you lick my pussy. I imagined feeling the tip of your tongue on my little damp lips down there- slipping up and down, slowly. You made circles and spirals. You brushed my clit with your lips. You blew on me softly. It made me squirm and wiggle."

Jason's head was down and he was trying not to breathe too loudly. The other girls finished touching up their makeup. Their chatter faded quickly as the bathroom door closed. Rebecca's breasts were brushing his back.

"But do you know what was the most exciting for me?"

Jason shook his head. She watched his cock twitch rhythmically.

"If you don't already think I'm a pervert, you will now."

Jason grunted a half laugh. Shook his head. The head of his cock turned a dark purple and a clear drop slid down and dripped from the edge of his crown to the floor.

"I imagined I was you," she pressed her body into his back, "and I was licking my own pussy. I felt every taste bud on your tongue rub across my clitoris. I tasted myself. I felt my fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your face in closer. When I started to come I slipped your tongue into my pussy and felt it squeeze."

Rebecca felt Jason's stomach muscles spasm a fraction of a second before he came. His come splattered against the back wall of the stall and got all over the chrome valve. A few drops got on the seat. His body was hunched forward, the tips of his fingers white, pressing into the walls. He let out a groan, his teeth clenched. Rebecca scratched Jason's stomach lightly with her fingernails and felt his whole body shudder as his orgasm played out. He gulped for air and finally dropped his arms, his penis still standing straight out from his body. The last drop of semen stretched from the tip and finally fell.

Rebecca spun a length of toilet paper off the roll as Jason leaned against the tile wall, exhausted. She smiled at him as she wiped off the seat. "That," she said, "was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"

The door opened and a woman went into the stall next to them, slamming the door.

Jason's face went white and he stood stone still. Rebecca sat down quickly on the toilet. She put her finger to her lips. Her eyes sparkled at him and she raised her eyebrows. She mouthed two words at him, "watch this."

She waited for the woman to sit, then called out, "Excuse me? Sorry. No TP."

Jason heard the roll rattle in the next stall and a few seconds later a woman's hand appeared under the partition holding a neatly folded bundle of toilet paper.

"Thanks!" Rebecca said, grinning hugely. She wiped the tip of Jason's cock with the paper, then cleaned up as much of the chrome as she could while he got his pants up. She flushed and nudged him out of the stall and they ran.

Rebecca started laughing in the hallway, holding Jason's hand and running for the outer doors. The startled look on Jason's face softened as he ran, turned into a grin. They burst through the doors and on to the lawn outside and collapsed in the grass, both of them laughing hysterically.

People walked around them with their heads down on their way to some class or other, not even curious.

Jason was on his back with his breathing finally returning to normal. "That was... yess" he sighed, and Rebecca curled up next to him, her head on his shoulder. "I made you come with my voice," she said, with a hint of awe.

Jason smiled at the sky. "You made me come with your mind."

----

"So I just have to stand around at the mall?" Rebecca was in the passenger seat of Jason's car as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Yes. I'm going to collect some data." He was happy and relaxed.

"All right, but I'm not wearing this. Can we stop by my apartment on the way so I can change?"

"What are you going to wear?"

"What I would have worn two days ago."

"Hot librarian?"

Rebecca giggled. "No. Just plain librarian."

Jason pulled into a parking space at Rebecca's apartment. "We'll see about that."

He followed her to her door but before she opened it she turned around and looked up into Jason's eyes.

"I like playing games with you. You're sweet and smart and when I'm with you I'm excited," She stepped towards him, "all the time."

Jason wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, let his hands travel down her back, over the swell of her ass. He pulled her into his body and held her there.

"I have a little question," Rebecca said, breathlessly between kisses.

"Yes?" he said, moving his lips to her neck.

"Do you think I'm a pervert?"

Jason laughed, then saw that she was serious. "Why are you asking me this now?"

Rebecca was quiet for a moment. "I just realized that I care what you think of me..."

"What you said in the bathroom," Jason said, looking directly into her eyes, "was true and vulnerable. You were more naked in there than I was, and you saw what it did to me. As far as I'm concerned, you're only as perverted as your lies."

"Thank you. You've been so patient." She closed her eyes and hissed as his lips lit up the skin behind her ear. "I thought guys always wanted to get, you know, right down to business."

Jason stepped away a little and looked in her eyes thoughtfully.

"This is business. This and the stall and messing with Emily's head and everything all the way back to that terrifying talk in the elevator." Jason grinned. "Our games are fun because they're new, and they're only going to be new once."

"I like that about you." Rebecca smiled at him, turned, and went into her apartment. He was going to follow her all the way to her room to see if he could get his head under her dress, but he stopped short in the dining room.

Emily was sitting at the table, eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. "Well now," she said, around a mouthful, "that's a record-breaking boner."

Jason looked down at himself. His cock was sculpted into his jeans. He covered himself with his hands, realized the futility, and gave up.

"You should have seen the first one." Rebecca called on her way to her room.

Emily's eyebrows rose. "Really? Sit. Talk." She pointed her nose at the chair across from her at the table.

Jason sat, grateful for the concealment of the tabletop, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was going.

"You look like you're about to put your clothes through our laundry again," Emily teased.

"I hear," Jason said, getting some composure back, "that you can't decide what to wear for your second date with Nathan."

"Tou-fucking-ché." Emily drank the last of the milk from the bowl. "Looks like you've made an impression on Rebecca."

"She's made an impression on me." Jason said, reaching for the box of cereal.

"So, have you two been discussing my sorry dating life all morning?"

"Nope." Jason tossed a couple of mini-marshmallows in his mouth. "We've been having a scientific discussion."

"Right. Scientific like yesterday?"

"Yes," Jason smiled, "just like yesterday. You might have come up once or twice."

"Just how pathetic did you decide I am?"

"Not pathetic at all. Smart, beautiful, convincing."

Emily raised her eyebrows. "You said that to Rebecca?"

"She can take it. I told her it doesn't matter what you wear. You'll make your point."

"What do you think my 'point' is?"

"Forget, but don't forget." Jason dug more marshmallows out of the cereal.

Emily's nose wrinkled. "And they say women are confusing."

Rebecca came out wearing a knee length grey dress, short sleeves with buttons up to her neck, her hair up in a bun held with a couple of Dixon Ticonderoga #2 pencils. She wore Mary Janes.

"I'm ready," she said.

Jason stared.

Emily looked at her, then back at Jason. "Oh honey," she said to Rebecca, "this one's a librarian pervert."




Amnesty Program Ch. 03



Rebecca put on a petulant face. "Let's hope so," she said, and went out the door.

Jason knocked over his chair following her.

----

The ride to the mall was strangely subdued. For all her flirting earlier, Rebecca seemed to take the role of prim librarian to heart. She talked about authors and genres. She touched on the Shakespeare authorship debates. Jason found her infuriatingly hot and inaccessible. If she knew she was driving him crazy, she didn't let on. The conversation turned to education.

"What classes are you skipping today?" she said, smoothing her dress over her knees.

"Early American Government and Health." Jason found his eyes wandering to her legs. "I'll only have to check into Government once a week. Health I can skip the rest of the term and still get an A. You?"

"Just chemistry today. I did most of the material in homeschool though, so I won't miss anything. I just have to take the tests."

Jason drove in silence for a while.

"Did Professor Denton give you an assignment today?" Rebecca asked suddenly.

"Why- did you get one from Professor Suarez?

Rebecca folded her hands on her lap. "Yes. It was short. She said that I should try to learn something about myself from you today. Something that you know better than I do."

Jason nodded.

"What does that mean?"

He smiled and signalled to turn into the mall. "You're a beautiful woman."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "I'm your weird sex gnome. What did the email say?"

"I'll send it to you tonight. It's going to be more fun if you don't read it yet."

To Jason's surprise, Rebecca seemed to relax a little.

"Well, if you say it'll be more fun, I guess I can wait." She allowed herself a very unlibrarianlike crooked grin.

----

It couldn't have turned out better for Jason at the mall. There was a book fair set up in the main concourse of the mall between the other shops. Jason gave Rebecca a nudge toward the books and she didn't argue. She was in her element. The sun came through a skylight over the tables of books and lit her up like a spotlight.

Jason opened the voice recorder app on his iPhone, pulled a clipboard, a short pencil and a sheet of paper out of his backpack and waited at the entrance to a stationery store for his first subject. He didn't have to wait long. A young businessman walked by slowly, looking for someone.

"Excuse me sir," Jason said in what he hoped was a good researcher voice, "I'm doing a survey on first impressions. Can I get your help?"

The man stopped. "Okay, but if my appointment shows up I have to leave."

"No problem at all," Jason said, surreptitiously starting the recording, "I'm going to ask you a few questions about someone. I'm looking for your impressions. Answer with the first thing that comes to mind."

"All right."

"Great. Do you see the lady in the grey dress looking at books?"

"With the brown hair?"

"Yes. That's her." Jason said, noting the beginning time of the recording. "She's a university student. What do you think her major is?"

"I'd say she's some sort of designer- maybe graphic design or fashion design."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, she dresses conservatively, but it seems to be ironic, like she's emphasizing her beauty by hiding it. I see that in designers a lot."

"So you think that she's attractive."

"Sure. Yes. Of course." the man said quickly, "Did I get it right?"

Jason had to think fast. "I don't know. She's a model the psych department hired for the study."

"A model," the man thought for a moment, "that seems right too."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well," he said, evaluating Rebecca, "she has great skin, she knows how to carry herself, and she can make a plain grey dress look fantastic."

"What would you guess about her intelligence?" Jason asked, pretending to tick off boxes on his clipboard.

The man looked at him strangely. "She's reading Kant's Critique of Pure Reason."

"I'll put that down as 'high.'" Jason improvised. "That's it. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome. I don't suppose you know if she's single?"

Jason shrugged. "It would be a fairly large breach of privacy to tell you that even if I knew. Sorry."

"I've got to go. Good luck." The man had seen someone across the concourse and hurried away.

----

At first, when she entered the book fair, Rebecca drifted towards books about impressionist painters, which led her to the photography books, which led her in turn to the true crime books. She went from subject to subject, from children's books to philosophy, to 501 things to do with rubber bands. Time seemed to stand still whenever she was around books. There was a calming sureness about them, their smell, their finiteness. She held a fat biography just to feel the weight in her hand. Then she found the used books. She sniffed the pages of seventy-year-old pulp novels and caressed the cover of a leather-bound volume of Elizabethan poetry.

She was vaguely aware of Jason having conversations with other people, occasionally, then she would find another treasure.

----

Jason moved to the next store- a nutritional supplement store that catered to body builders. A fine specimen of their clientele was just coming out of the shop with an immense tub of protein powder. Jason started the recorder.

"Excuse me," Jason said, "can I ask you a few questions for a survey I'm doing?"

"Sure." The man looked like he always dressed for the gym.

"See the woman over there in the grey dress?"

"Holy shit," the bodybuilder said with feeling, "she's one fucking hot piece of ass."

"Oh, uh, yes she is," Jason stuttered, and tried to get back on track. "What do you think her major is in college?"

"God, I hope she's going to be a nurse." His face became wistful. "If I was in her ward I'd wet myself just to get a sponge bath."

"Uh," Jason stumbled, "uh, so, you'd say she qualifies as 'attractive?'"

"Attractive, hell. I'd like to pop the buttons off that dress and show her what she's missing."

Jason felt the conversation slipping away from him. "What do you imagine she's missing, exactly?"

"Well, I'd say she's starving for some good head." the man had set down his supplements and had his arms crossed, appraising Rebecca carefully. "The tighter a woman is wound up, the more she appreciates a little oral skill, and that chick looks pretty wound up. Then I'd bend her over a stack of dictionaries and teach her a few of the finer points of a slow, gentle fucking. And when she started to beg for a pounding, I'd let her have it with all the extras."

Jason caught himself staring, dumbfounded. Finally he managed, "'Wound up'? Why do you say that?"

"Shit. She's messing with our heads. She's dressed to undress. Look at all the contradictions. She could have pink panties under there or a leather thong. She wants us to wonder. You pull those pencils out of her hair there's going to be an explosion. The question is whether you just die or if you die happy." The bodybuilder shook his head in admiration. "And she's flipping through a fucking puppy calendar. A puppy calendar. Fucking hot piece of ass."

"So if you were to make a guess about her intelligence..."

The bodybuilder shrugged and grinned. "Well, she doesn't exactly have to earn her grades, does she? But she looks really fucking smart. What kind of research are you doing?"

"First impressions..."

"Right. My impression is that she's a squealer, but she might be one of those girls that's different depending on on what you're doing. My girlfriend can be totally silent when she's fingering herself, but she squeals when I'm hitting the right spot in her pussy and she's about to come."

"You'd better be talking about me." The voice came from behind Jason and he jumped.

The bodybuilder smiled. "Hey Baby. I was just telling this guy about how you squeal when..."

"That's enough telling," she said, walking up to him and grabbing a fistful of his tank top, "and not enough squealing." She had spiked bleach blond hair. It fit her. She winked at Jason over her shoulder and dragged her grinning boyfriend away.

Jason stopped the recording.

----

Rebecca was looking at a book of paintings of three masted sailing ships when Jason appeared on the other side of the table. He looked a little pale.

He bought her an old book on how to use explosives she was carrying around. He'd have to ask her about that.

"So, what's the verdict," she said, moving into step next to him, "Do I pass? Why do you look so... green?"

Jason didn't answer. He just led her to a bench that was a little out of the way.

"I'll let you hear for yourself." He pressed play for the businessman's interview.

Jason watched Rebecca's face as she listened, watched it change from a frown of concentration to a suppressed smile to wonder.

"He really wanted to know if I'm single?"

"You heard it just like it happened," Jason said.

"What's this?" Rebecca pointed to a note scrawled on the paper. It said "Skip 2:14 to 4:18"

"Oh, uh, that guy really crossed a line."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow.

"It's totally inappropriate."

"Let me hear it." she said, and her tone warned not to argue.

Jason closed his eyes and hit "play."

"Holy shit," the bodybuilder's voice came clearly out of the tiny speakers of Jason's phone, "she's one fucking hot piece of ass."

The phone's battery died.

Jason looked at Rebecca's face, expecting anger or disgust.

Her cheeks reddened a little and she swallowed. "I want to hear it," she said quietly. "All of it."

Jason's attempts to get the phone to turn back on, though, were met only with a sultry red recharge icon.

"I left my charging cable at home," he said, hoping Rebecca's resolve might weaken.

"Let's go then," she said, looking every bit the strict librarian.

----

Jason thought she was furious. She had been silent ever since they got into the car. He was driving down tree-lined neighborhood streets toward his house. He broke the awkward silence. "I'm sorry- this was a bad idea. I thought it would be a slam-dunk and I was wrong."

"No, I'm sorry," she said quietly, "I'm just confused. I thought I was the kind of person that would be offended at that kind of comment, but the only thing I can think is that he was talking about me. Me. And I kind of like it."

Jason shrugged. "Yeah. Well," he said, "he didn't stop there."

"Really?" Rebecca turned to him, her face interested. "What else did he say?

"I'll play it for you when we get there."

"Well, okay, but I think you owe me."

"I'm sure I do- what are you thinking though?"

Rebecca grinned a little. "Since we met, you've had four orgasms and I've only had one."

The car sped up a little. "That's a shocking injustice," he said, "and I intend to do what any good all-american boy would do to make things right."

"And what's that?"

"I'll buy you a dildo."

Rebecca laughed and hit his arm. "I don't need a dildo."

Jason laughed with her. "I'll give you anything you need."

"Will you do anything I need to have done?"

"With pleasure," Jason said, "but I'm afraid my mom is going to be home."

"Shit, I am going to need a dildo."

"No, but listen. Your favorite cookies are oatmeal chocolate chip."

"What? I like ginger snaps."

"Look, I love my mom, but she's nosy. She's going to try to get right in the middle of things."

"That could get really awkward."

Jason laughed. "Yes. At some point she's going to ask what kind of goodies you like. You're going to say..."

"Oatmeal chocolate chip."

"Yes. And then everything will be fine. Here we are." Jason pulled into his driveway.

The door opened before Jason could even get his key out and his mother appeared in the doorway.

"Jason! Who's this?"

"Hi Mom, this is Rebecca- she's the study partner I told you about. The one that can keep up."

Jason's mom opened her mouth and shut it again. "I thought you were... Well! Anyway. Aren't you cute! Come in- I'll clear a place at the table for you two to work."

Jason rolled his eyes and Rebecca stepped close.

"I'm not 'cute,'" she said so only he could hear. "I'm a fucking hot piece of ass!"

Jason went into a coughing fit and stumbled into the kitchen, Rebecca following smugly.

Jason's mom called from the kitchen, "You okay, honey? Here's a glass of water."

She came in, water in one hand, a dish towel in the other. "Poor dear. He has sensitive lungs. Call me Diane."

"Mom! I do not have sensitive lungs," Jason said, snatching the water out of her hand. "Rebecca just said something..."

"...that he's going to have to look up in the dictionary." Rebecca crossed her arms. "It upsets him when I do that."

Jason spit out his water, tried to disguise his laughter as coughing again.

"Well," Diane said, "I hardly ever understand what he's talking about. Here. You two can just set up all over the table here."

"Oh, Mom, sorry," Jason said, "We need a cable in my room. We're going to set up in there."

Diane deflated a little. "Oh, alright then."

Jason led Rebecca down a short hall to his room. She wasn't surprised to see that it was neat without being fussy. She looked around while Jason plugged in his iPhone. He hadn't done a lot to make the space his own. She guessed it was because his mother seemed to be pretty intrusive.

"Why don't you close your door?" she asked absently, as she looked over a few textbooks in his bookcase.

"Mom." He said simply, "I bring you home looking good enough to eat and I shuffle you into my room and close the door... well, it's a rare mother than can let that go. My mother is not rare. She'd have her ear pressed to the door all afternoon. An open door though? At least we might know when she's around."

"You've thought this through."

"I'm a survivor. I have scars." Jason sat down on the floor, leaning against his bed. Rebecca sat next to him.

"So. What other dirty things did that guy say?"

Diane was suddenly in the doorway. "What guy?"

Jason froze.

"Oh, it's this subject in a research project we're doing," Rebecca said smoothly, "and he has Turettes Syndrome. Poor man can't stop cursing."

"I think I've heard of that," Diane said, leaning against the door, "it's tragic, isn't it."

Rebecca nodded earnestly. "Oh yes. Our subject said, um, excuse me, 'shit,' nine hundred and thirty... what was it?"

Jason squirmed. "Nine hundred and thirty one times in a row."

Rebecca nodded at Diane. "Imagine!" 

"Well. That must be awkward. Listen- I was going to get some goodies and I just wondered if there's anything you kids want?"

"Do you have any cookies?" Jason asked.

"Not yet," Diane smiled, "what kind do you like, Rebecca?"

"Oh, I like all cookies, but my favorite is oatmeal chocolate chip."

Diane flashed a huge smile. "Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies it is." She disappeared down the hallway.

Rebecca turned to Jason, "Are you going to explain that?"

"Now she's going to be banging around in the kitchen, maybe four minutes of uninterrupted time."

"Then what?"

"Then she's going to realize that we're out of chocolate chips."

Rebecca kissed him. "You're brilliant."

Jason's iPhone finally made a little bleep and booted up. He plugged in a pair of earbuds and handed one to Rebecca. They had to sit close so she could share the tiny earpieces. "Are you ready?"

Rebecca's face had an intensity he hadn't seen before. She nodded.

Jason pressed play.

"Holy shit, she's one fucking hot piece of ass," the bodybuilder's voice played in Jason's head, and he hoped it wasn't as bad as he remembered.

He looked at Rebecca's face. Her eyes were closed, concentrating on the interview. She fumbled for his hand, squeezed it.

"...when she started to beg for a pounding," the voice was saying, "I'd let her have it with all the extras."

Rebecca's lips parted and Jason watched her breasts rise and fall with her breathing. He could hear his mom using the hand mixer in the kitchen. The interview ended.

Rebecca pulled the earpiece out, stared straight ahead. She bent her knees up and hugged them.

Jason pulled his earpiece out. "Are you okay?"

"I'm either going to melt or explode."

Jason pulled one of the pencils out of her hair, slowly and her hair loosened. He pulled the other one out and her hair fell over her shoulder.

Diane's voice floated in from the kitchen, "Oh, for heaven's sake." A few drawers and cupboards banged. "Jason!" she called, "I have to run to the store. I'm out of chocolate chips."

Rebecca was having a hard time holding still. "Okay!" Jason called. His voice sounded strange in his ears. He held his breath, heard the car keys jingle, the garage door open, the car door slam. Rebecca whimpered. The car started, clunked into reverse. The garage door started to close.

Jason's lips were on hers before she even saw him coming. She kissed him back hungrily, her hand on the back of his head. "You," she gasped, "are going to die happy." He kissed her neck and she bit his earlobe. Jason grunted, sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt off in a smooth motion. Rebecca sat up against the bed, breathing hard. She watched him to see what he would do next. Her eyes burned into him. She put her hands over her head and waited.

Jason took her in, sitting against his bed, her hair wild from the kiss, her knees slightly parted. Her dress fell between her thighs. He crawled to her and she watched him like he was a predator. He ran his hands up her thighs, watching her eyes, exposing her legs, her panties. "Yellow," he said.

He touched one of the buttons between her breasts with his tongue, took it between his teeth and pulled. The thread held and pulled, finally popped off. He spit the button across the room and looked into the opening in the dress between her breasts. He saw a flash of color. "Yellow."

Rebecca watched his eyes, watched the muscles bunch and roll under his skin. She squirmed.

Jason kissed the inside of her left knee, twice and she widened her thighs. He kissed the inside of her right thigh, lingering, tickling his lips up to the hollow at the top of her leg. He ran the tip of his nose along the edge of her panties and stopped to look at her face, to watch her bite her lip. He kissed the top of her right thigh and slid his hands up to pull down her panties. He rested his cheek against the inside of her thigh and paused, looking at her pussy for the first time. He loved every moist curve and wrinkle. He loved the light dusting of fine, soft hair. On an impulse, he blew on her lips gently. Rebecca tipped her pussy up at him, inviting. He kissed her like it was her mouth, feelingly, then he breathed in her scent, licked slowly straight up the middle.

"Ohhh," she breathed, then as he licked again, his tongue wider and softer, "that feels fantastic."

He smiled and started to play in earnest, making shapes, swirling his tongue in her flavor, memorizing which spots made her hiss, which ones made her moan, which ones made her jerk and squirm.

Rebecca's head pressed back against the bed, and her hands dropped down to cradle Jason's head. The pleasure was effortless, she was caught in Jason's current, drifting, spinning, tumbling, unable to stop the sweet growing pressure that crept through her body. He sped up and she felt Jason's arms curl around her thighs and felt his fingers tighten against her flesh. She knew vaguely that she must be bucking and rolling against him. He slowed a little, found her clitoris and softened his tongue against it. He swayed his head.

The feeling was immediately completely different, completely right. "Oh yess. That's..."

He did it again, two more times and Rebecca exploded in orgasm. She felt it flow through her like electricity. Her teeth clenched and a rising squeal stopped suddenly as her whole body clenched and shook.




Amnesty Program Ch. 03



Rebecca's orgasm was unmistakable. Jason felt her hours of mounting tension suddenly release in just a few seconds. He felt the climax take her away, and he could feel her thighs begin to relax as she came back to him, shivering. He kneeled between her legs and felt sweat trickle down his back. When he looked at her face, she had tears in her eyes. She could only manage to mutter, "How?" and smile softly at him.

Jason looked sheepish. "I imagined I was you, feeling my tongue on your pussy. You taught me."

Rebecca put a hand on his chest, felt like she was touching something magical.

Jason leaned into her. "This is your taste," he said, and kissed her deeply.

Rebecca kissed hungrily, letting her tongue slip out of Jason's mouth and let her lips wander his chin, his cheek, the tip of his nose. "This is our taste," she said, and kissed his mouth again.

----

"How long?" she asked, lazy minutes later.

Jason sighed. "We'll hear the brakes squeal a little when she comes around the corner. Then it's less than thirty seconds before she's in the house. We might have fifteen more minutes."

"Fix my dress." Rebecca started unbuttoning the grey dress, pulling it open a little wider with each button. She dropped it on the floor.

Jason stared at her in awe. She wore only the yellow bra, then she wasn't wearing anything at all. She smiled at him and wandered to his closet, picked out a flannel shirt and put it on. She found her panties, but wrinkled her nose and dropped them. She opened Jason's underwear drawer and found a purple and grey pair of plaid boxers that matched the shirt.

Jason couldn't concentrate on finding the button. He watched, fascinated, as she dressed in his clothes, dwarfed by them.

Rebecca found a well-worn pair of jeans and slipped into them, concentrated as she threaded the too-big belt into the loops. She rolled up the legs and struck a pose, picked up her pencils and twirled her hair effortlessly into her librarian bun.

"You're beautiful."

"Right now," Rebecca said, "I feel beautiful." 

"I know that better than you do." Jason found the button and stood up, the dress hanging from his left hand, the button in his right. 

Rebecca suddenly stepped close and hugged him warmly, her cheek against his naked chest. "Thank you." She kissed the hollow at the base of his neck and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled his boxers down and gripped his penis in her hand, the long sleeve of his shirt completely covering her hand. She squeezed, closed her eyes.

"It wasn't at all what I imagined," she said, "your tongue on my pussy. It was different. More." She sank to her knees and licked the head of his cock. "You made me feel safe." She slid her mouth over his erection and sucked on the way back. "I trusted you, and you..." She let the tip of her tongue tease the bottom of his head, "...you made me explode." 

Jason watched Rebecca's eyes turn up to his as she swirled his cock. She experimented, sucking, licking, pumping with her right hand, the sleeve of his shirt slapping against his thigh. He realized with a jolt that she was doing it too- dressed in his clothes, imagining what he felt like. He dropped the dress.

Suddenly she started moving faster, tonguing the hole in the tip of his cock, twisting her head, moaning. He saw that she had her left hand inside her... his pants, inside his underwear, fingering herself. She held his balls in her other hand and was scratching him lightly with her fingernails. She pulled back a little, looked in his eyes. She was almost gone. "Do you trust me?" she said, breathlessly.

"Yes."

"Don't be afraid."

Rebecca covered his cock with her mouth again, now the frantic movement of her hand translating to her mouth. Jason felt her teeth touch the skin of his cock just under the head. She licked his tip frantically as she sped her hand. Suddenly, he felt her bite down slightly, just enough to feel, but the rest of her body went rigid, her shoulders tightened and her eyes squeezed shut with her orgasm. He came with her, shuddering. He heard her squeal through her nose so she could take all of his come in her mouth.

Rebecca opened her eyes and slid Jason's cock out of her mouth slowly, leaving him clean and slick. She swallowed easily and smiled. She learned fast. She pulled his pants up as she stood and kissed him.

They heard brakes squeal.

Rebecca put her hand on Jason's arm, a huge smile on her face. "You've been telling me I'm beautiful all day, and I only believed you just now." She squeezed his arm. "Now save us."

Jason closed his eyes for one second, then he started talking as he put on his shirt. "Okay. You take my laptop to the living room. You'll be there when she comes in, typing our research report. Run. I'll find a needle."

They went into frantic action just as they heard the garage door start to open. Rebecca slipped her panties into Jason's underwear drawer.

When Diane came in the door, Rebecca was sitting cross-legged on the couch with the computer, making the keyboard sing.

"What happened to you?" Diane said, grocery bags still in her arms.

"Oh- I lost a button and Jason's putting it back on for me," Rebecca hardly looked up from the screen. "I have to keep pounding on this or we're not going to finish in time."

"I have a bathrobe you could have used," Diane said.

"Oh, thank you, that's very kind, but I think it kind of flustered Jason and he just gave me some of his clothes and went off to find a needle and thread. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him in a while."

"Jason!" Diane called.

"Hi Mom..." his voice was muffled and far away.

Diane set down the groceries and went back towards her room.

Jason's voice was plaintive. "Where's the sewing stuff?"

"On the floor of my closet."

"That's where I am."

"No, bless you. My other closet."

Rebecca grinned to herself and started an email:

Professor Denton,

I don't know if you take recommendations for the Amnesty program, but if you do, would you please consider my roommate, Emily Andrews. She is a very highly motivated Journalism major and I think she might make a good candidate for the program.

Rebecca

P.S. Whatever your assignment was for Jason today, thank you!

Diane came in a few minutes later. "I swear, that boy. I think he was hiding in there." She rubbed her hands together. "Okay, where was I?"

"Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies," Rebecca said, smiling, "my favorite."



Amnesty Program Ch. 04



This is a continuation of the story that began with Amnesty Program.

----

Rebecca sat cross legged on the couch with Jason's laptop in front of her, typing their daily report. She felt small in his clothes, and the sleeves fell over her hands. Jason sat next to her, concentrating on sewing the button back on her grey dress. Hunched over the cloth, with an endearingly earnest air, and she saw that he had some skill. He had matched the thread to the other buttons perfectly and she watched his long fingers do the tiny needlework. It occurred to her that his hands were strong enough to tear the dress from hem to hem. She smiled.

Cookies were baking, filling the house with a delicious smell.

"How's that look," he said, showing her. She thought she heard a hint of worry in his voice. He really wanted her to be pleased.

"I love watching your hands," she said quietly,

Jason smiled and she saw his eyes flick up towards the kitchen. "The button, is it okay?"

"It's perfect. Thank you."

Jason's mom, Diane, was taking the cookies out of the oven.

"Does she always make that much noise in the kitchen?" Rebecca whispered.

Jason grinned. "Decibels are an ingredient in everything she cooks." He looked down at the thread in his hand. "Damn. I forgot the scissors." He stood and went into the kitchen.

Rebecca heard his mother asking him questions in what she thought was a quiet voice.

"Where did you find her?"

"Mom, I didn't find her- we met at school. We were kind of thrown together for a group project. She didn't want to work in a group and neither did I."

"So, a match made in heaven?"

"Come on, Mom." Rebecca could hear the embarrassment in Jason's voice.

"It's about time you noticed that there are two kinds of people on the planet. You're one kind and she's the other kind. A girl. And if you aren't going to make the first move, then I will."

Rebecca set the computer aside and walked quietly to the kitchen door.

"I already did, Mom..."

"Really? How?" she interrupted, her voice sarcastic, "By showing her your calculator?"

"He bought me a cup of coffee."

Jason and his mother both startled.

Rebecca walked over and picked up a warm cookie. They watched silently as she took a bite, unsure what to say. One of the melted chocolate chips split and left a line of chocolate on her lower lip and her chin, dark against the pink of her lip. She didn't notice.

"And he held my hand." Rebecca said around the cookie and noticed them staring at her.

"What?" she said, puzzled.

Jason pointed at her lip, dropped his hand. "Chocolate."

His mother turned to find a paper napkin and when she turned back, Jason was already wiping the chocolate from Rebecca's chin with his finger. She coughed, not used to this tenderness in her son. He quickly licked it off his finger. Chocolate was still shining on Rebecca's lip.

"Well." Jason's mother said, "When I was in college..."

Jason kissed Rebecca, gently and deliberately, silencing his mother forever on the subject of girls and getting the chocolate from Rebecca's lip all at once. Rebecca smiled as he stepped back.

"Thank you," she said, smiling at him demurely. "That was sweet." She took another bite of her cookie.

Jason heard his laptop bing in the other room. He had an email. He touched Rebecca's lip once with the tip of his finger and went to check the message. He read it and then called Rebecca in to read it too.

----

Jason,

We'd like you to do some work in preparation for tomorrow's task. Rebecca will be doing the same preparation, but please don't share your work with each other before we give you some further instructions.

Make a list of ten requests- things that you would like to ask Rebecca for, and that she is capable of granting. It will be best if you don't just memorize the requests or make it up on the spot. Type them out and make a hard copy. The requests should be simple and in command form, so questions like "What is your favorite color?" should be phrased "Tell me your favorite color."

You are free to put any request at all on your list, but keep in mind that you will be sharing this list with her tomorrow.

Meet Professor Suarez and me in her office tomorrow at 10:00 and we'll explain the rest of the task.

Professor Denton

----

Rebecca grinned. "I think I'm going to like this one." She took the dress and went back to change in Jason's room, leaving his jeans, his belt and his shirt folded neatly on his bed. She left her yellow panties in his underwear drawer and hoped he'd find them before his mother did.

----

Rebecca woke the next morning smiling in her bed, still wearing Jason's boxers. She knew she probably should have given them back when she changed the day before, but she liked wearing them. When she had undressed for bed the night before she stood in front of her mirror, looking at herself in them, liking how they hung low on her hips, liking how it made her feel close to him.

She wore Jason's boxers while she ate breakfast, and while she brushed her teeth. After a shower she sighed and stepped into her own panties, a pair of jeans, and a white summer blouse.

Rebecca had written and rewritten her list. She had trouble picking just ten things, she could think of so many things she wanted to ask Jason for, but was just too chicken. The task gave her an excuse to be much more direct without seeming demanding.

Jason met Rebecca at the door to Professor Suarez's office at 9:58. He felt like his list was burning a hole in his backpack. He hoped he didn't have to share it with the professors.

Rebecca grinned mischievously. "I'm going to have you so busy you won't have time to eat for two days."

Jason took a deep breath. "I just hope you don't slap me."

"Why," she said as she stepped in close to him and batted her eyes. "Is spanking on your list?" She knocked on the door.

"Come in," Professor Suarez called and they entered, Rebecca first, in high spirits, and Jason following, with a touch of apprehension.

"Have a seat. There's something I'd like to address before we get to today's task. You made a recommendation, Rebecca, for another test subject for the Amnesty Program, Emily Andrews, your roommate."

"Yes," Rebecca said, "We told her about the program in broad terms and she seemed interested. I hope that was okay?"

"It's not going to end up in the university newspaper, is it?"

Jason answered quickly. "No. I made sure she understood that we were speaking off the record."

"Good. I've taken a look at her records and she does seem highly motivated and capable. She also is fairly overcommitted. I've talked this over with Professor Denton and we think she'll make just a mediocre candidate for our purposes."

"Why?" Rebecca asked, surprised.

"In Journalism, there isn't as big a difference between educational expectations and work expectations. With you two studying sciences, that big gap is what we're trying to exploit. We want to close that gap. She doesn't have that much of a gap to close. She would probably work out well as a partner to a better candidate though."

"Well, thanks for considering her," Rebecca said.

"You're welcome. You're actually in a fairly good position to identify candidates for the program. Feel free to bring names to us any time."

Professor Suarez closed one folder and opened another. "Now. With your permission I'd like to look over your lists just to make sure they'll be appropriate for today's task."

Jason's heart sank. He had been hoping to just keep this between himself and Rebecca. Their daily reports had been frank and open, even describing the nature of some of their sexual play, but it was one thing to write about what had happened, and something else to write about what you wished would happen. He dug his list out of his backpack and caught a glimpse of Rebecca's face as she handed over her list. She was looking a little startled too.

"Thank you," Professor Suarez said, looking over Jason's list first.

He sat uncomfortably and watched her face for signs of shock or disgust. There was none. In fact, she could have been reading a grocery list.

"Excellent," she said, handing the list back, "that's going to work fine." She turned her attention to Rebecca's list and had a similar reaction, although Jason thought he saw her suppress a grin.

"Very good. Those are exactly the sorts of things we're looking for. Rebecca," she said, her professional composure cracking briefly, "Number 5 is a work of pure genius."

Rebecca reddened. "Thank you."

A knock came at the door and Professor Denton walked in.

"Have a seat, Philip," Professor Suarez said. "I've taken a look at their lists and I think we're ready for the instructions.

"Thanks, Sandra," Professor Denton said, then addressed Rebecca and Jason. "Stress is a major health factor in most high-performing environments, both in and out of the educational system. Some of that, of course, is unavoidable, but we want to help equip you to avoid the stress that you can. Often, that comes by simply saying "no" to things that you will have to pay too high a price to complete. Disappointment is also natural product of competent environments and learning to be disappointed gracefully is a skill.

"We're going to kill two birds with one stone today. When you leave here, take some time to sit down together privately and make each request on your list to the other verbally. The other will refuse every request with a simple "no." In order to have the desired outcome, the refusal must be real and in force for at least twenty four hours.

Jason sighed deeply. Rebecca looked angry.

"There are some elements here that are unfortunately not congruent with the workplace," Professor Denton continued, "as in the likelihood that you will each be refusing to do things that you would much prefer to do. My hope is that this will reinforce the graceful disappointment aspect of the task. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes," Rebecca said, a slight waver in her voice, "what will you do if we cheat?"

Professor Denton thought about this for a moment. "Well, that would depend on the nature of the cheating. There are types of cheating that would probably enhance the success of our overall goals and there are types that will undermine it. I will leave it to you. Blindly following the rules of a task is ultimately of no consequence. The educational goal is primary. If you change the task, be prepared to explain how the change better suits the goals of the Amnesty Program. Maybe you'll have something to teach us."

Rebecca nodded, folded her list crisply and slipped it into her backpack. "Is that all?"

"Yes," Professor Suarez said, "unless you have any more questions.

Jason shook his head.

"Let's get started," Rebecca said coldly and headed for the door. Jason followed, his list crumpled in his fist.

Professor Suarez sighed once the door slammed shut. "They're ready for one of the societal norm challenge tasks, I think."

"You're right, Sandra. Let's get one in the pipeline and put it in front of them this afternoon while they're still angry and watch the fireworks."

Professor Suarez sighed. "Damn, I wish you had been one of my professors."

Professor Denton raised his eyebrows at her. "If I had been, I would have gotten fired." He winked and smiled before walking out the door.

----

"My house," Jason said to Rebecca's back as she stormed down the hallway, "Mom's not back until dinnertime."

"What difference does it make," she said bitterly, "I was all excited, and, now it turns out I was making a list of things that are never going to happen... and they're not going to happen because I put them on my list."

Jason had to jog to keep up with her. "It's 10:09 a.m. right now."

"So... so... fucking what," she said, brushing a tear from her eye.

"At 10:10 tomorrow morning, I'm going through my list with you again. I promise. And if you don't tear yours into pieces before then, I'll answer your requests too- honestly, not with some prescribed psychology bullshit."

She turned around and hugged him suddenly, burying her face in his chest. He was startled, but he put his arms around her, backpack and all. "Thank you!" she said into his shirt, then, after she sniffed once, "you'll be sorry."

"Why," Jason said, warily, "is spanking on your list?"

Rebecca laughed and shook her head, squeezed him once and stepped back. She looked up at him.

"Good," he said, grinning down at her, "then there's something we can still do today."

----

"Let's not flip a coin," Rebecca said, sitting next to Jason in his living room. Jason's house was uncomfortably silent. "I'll go first. I want to get this over with."

Jason nodded, feeling strangely sad.

"Get me a glass of water."

Jason was on his feet headed for the kitchen before he saw the crestfallen look on Rebecca's face. It was her first request and he had to refuse it. He sat down again, slowly.

He swallowed. "No," he said, "but why..."

"Because," she said, "you would do it so sweetly."

"I would try."

"Tell me about your hardest crush. Include fantasies."

Jason closed his eyes and saw Miss Johnston, his calculus tutor, leaning over an integral he had made a mistake on, her breast brushing his arm. He opened his eyes, smiled at Rebecca. "No."

"Wash my hair."

Jason put his nose behind her right ear, breathed the fragrance of her hair in deeply and sighed. "No."

"Let me fall asleep with my head in your lap."

"No." Jason felt a physical pang in his stomach. He knew this was just an exercise, he knew it was temporary. His stomach still hurt.

"Let me and some other girls watch you play basketball with your friends. You're skins."

"Really?" he said, surprised, "That's the one Suarez thought was genius?"

Rebecca was impressed that he had been counting, but she narrowed her eyes at him. "They're all genius."

"Oh, uh no."

"Too bad," she said, looking back at her list. She took a deep breath. "Tell me everything there is to know about your cock. Answer any questions."

"No," Jason said, but he raised an eyebrow at her and smiled.

Rebecca put her list down. "Does he have a name?"

Jason laughed. "I can neither confirm nor deny the existence of a name for my cock."

"Wanker," she said, trying for a British accent.

"Guilty," he said, "as you well know."

Rebecca grinned crookedly, remembering how she hadn't cleaned his come off her canvas tennis shoe when he had masturbated for her.

"Tie me up and make me trust you."

Rebecca searched Jason's face as he processed her request. She saw his eyes flash to her wrists for a moment, making some secret calculation. When he looked at her eyes again, his "no" was so convincing, she thought she had offended him, but just as she felt her face flush with shame, he took her hand in his and bit her wrist just hard enough to leave neat marks.

"No," he said again, looking at her ankles, calculating.

Rebecca felt like she had just taken a step beyond her control. She tried to sound calm. "I was really excited about that one," Rebecca said, and heard her voice tight with the promise of another chance. She looked at her list. "Find and write down every blemish you can find on my body."

"No." Jason emerged and looked at her speculatively. She shrugged and grinned, pointing out a minor crescent scar on her shoulder. Jason covered it with his lips.

"Tell my pussy a story."

"No."

"It's one of my favorites on the list," she said, trying to convince him. "I would be exceedingly grateful..."

"It's a wonderful idea. No."

Rebecca didn't look at the list for the last request. Her eyes brimmed suddenly with tears.

"Promise," she said, slowly, "to make love to me when the time comes." She covered her face, waiting hopelessly for him to speak.

"Yes," Jason said, "yes."

Rebecca snorted a watery laugh. "You're supposed to say no..."

"I'm not even going to pretend to reject you like that. I promise."

Rebecca threw her list across the room. She straddled his lap and kissed him. "I'm crazy about..." she started, stopped when she heard herself, swallowed, started again, surprised at herself. "I'm crazy about you."

Jason laughed. "I'm crazy about you too," he said, "and it's a good thing you said it now, because you couldn't have later."

"Really?"

Jason nodded. "It's number eleven on my list."

"You only get ten things on your list," she said, smacking his shoulder with her hand, "you should have seen the nine things that didn't make the cut for my list. There was talcum powder and a rolling pin... and sushi!"

He laughed and folded his list so only the last line was visible. He showed her.

"11.I'm head over heels for you. Tell me how you feel about me."

Rebecca beamed at him and kissed him again. "No," she said into his mouth and touched the tip of her nose to his. She flicked his upper lip with her tongue. "Anything else you want?" She slid off his lap, crossed her legs and waited.

Jason looked at his list. "Wash my car," he said, "make my neighbors jealous."

"Is that one request, as in 'make my neighbors jealous by washing my car?'"

"Yes."

"Are these the neighbors you play basketball with?"

"Yes."

Rebecca smiled and nodded, but her mouth said "No."

"Tell me what parts of my body you like to look at."

Rebecca ran her fingers lightly down Jason's arm and rested her hand on his thigh. "No."

"Find a dirty story and read it to me."

She sighed, disappointed. "No."

"Tell me what you would do if you caught someone having sex in plain view."

"I have caught someone having sex."

"Really? Who was it?"

Rebecca smiled. "My cousin and her boyfriend."

Jason swallowed. "What did you do?"

"I won't tell you," she said, "today."

"Shit. Fine. Tell me every swear word you know. Use each one in a sentence."

"Hell no," Rebecca giggled, "I mean fuck no. Shit. I just mean... no."

Jason's eyes lingered on the next request. "Teach me," he said, "how to touch your breasts right."

Rebecca's breasts lifted a little, as if to begin a lesson right then. "I'll teach you something, she said, unbuttoning her blouse."

"But..."

"Shut up," she said, draping the blouse carefully over the back of the couch. She sat close to him. "This bra has two hooks in the back. Feel them with your fingers."

Jason put his arms around her. His nose was an inch from hers.

"The eyes the hooks are in are small and they'll tend to bind when you unhook them, especially if you try to force them. Take my bra off." She looked steadily into his eyes as his fingers fumbled behind her. "Relax and you'll do fine. Are my eyes beautiful?"

Jason was temporarily distracted. "I love your eyes. They keep on talking when your mouth stops."

The clasp came undone.

"What," she breathed, "are my eyes saying now?"

"'Look at me' is what they're saying," he said quietly.

"Look at me."

Jason pulled the bra down and Rebecca slid her arms out of the straps. He had seen her breasts before, but it always seemed like some other beautiful, exciting thing was competing for his attention. Now Rebecca wasn't touching him, wasn't moving. All she was doing was sitting there, being beautiful for him. She took a deep breath, and Jason watched her breasts rise and fall, handfuls waiting for hands. She picked up her blouse after a long, charged minute and started buttoning it up again without putting her bra back on. She left the top three buttons open.

"I've forgotten," she said quietly, "what your request was."

"Teach me how to touch your breasts right."

"No," she said, but she raised her hand to her left nipple and pinched it gently through the fabric. She let her eyes close and shuddered. She opened her eyes. Jason touched her other nipple lightly through her blouse, but she shook her head slightly, reluctantly.




Amnesty Program Ch. 04



"Tell me," he said, drawing his finger away from her, "your best fantasy."

"No," she said, imagining the smell of dish soap and a warm, insistent presence behind her at a sudsy sink.

"Brag about me to a friend so I can hear."

"Ballsy," she said, "arrogant. Intriguing. No. Is it okay if it's Emily?"

Jason looked up at her, surprised. "I guess so."

"Okay," she said, nodding to herself. "No."

"Damn," Jason said, but he smiled. "Give me a picture of yourself that will be sexy to me, but not to anyone else."

"Look at my face." Rebecca looked into his eyes, then closed her eyes for a moment. Opened them again. I'm imagining what your cock will feel like inside me. That's what I'm thinking about right now. A picture of my face right now, while I fantasize about your cock filling my pussy. Is that the picture you want?"

Jason felt like his head was going to explode. "Exactly."

"No," she said sadly, "I'm afraid I wouldn't know how to do that."

"Liar," Jason said.

"Yes." Rebecca said back.

"Tell me in detail what your orgasms feel like."

"No!" Rebecca said, then her face broke into a huge smile. "That was all of them, wasn't it?"

"Yes..." Jason said uncertainly, "What are you smiling about?"

"I'm smiling because I was terrified that you were smart."

"Um..."

"And a smart boy would have asked for a handjob," she gushed, "and if he was really smart, he would have said where, and how, and then he would have asked for a blowjob too, since he was asking."

"Um..."

"However, you," she said, straddling his lap again and laughing, "you didn't. You didn't ask for a single thing that involves stroking your cock, or licking your cock, or sitting on your lap and mashing your cock with my pussy." She ground into him. "What was going through that dim, wonderful excuse for a brain?"

Rebecca's face was looking down at him, her hips gyrating, humping him gently through her jeans and his. Her breasts moved under her blouse with her rocking and Jason found himself unable to form a sentence. He opened his mouth, closed it.

"I figured," he said, finally, "I'd ask for things that weren't likely to happen on their own."

Rebecca stopped. She started laughing. "You're a sexual idiot savant."

"Thank you, I think," Jason said, and tipped his face up to kiss her gently on her neck.

"So," she said, "What else didn't you put on your list? What naughty requests did you leave off because you thought they'd happen anyway?"

"Well," Jason said, "I do want to bone you."

"Yess," she said, rocking against him, "and I want to be boned. I want to be everythinged."

"When?"

"Friday," she said, "will be perfect."

It was Wednesday. Jason traced his tongue along the edge of her jaw.

Rebecca sighed, enjoying his lips as they kissed the point of her chin, the hollow of her throat, the skin between her breasts. "Do you know what the best part about your list is?" she asked, as he unbuttoned the first button of her blouse.

"Yes I do," he said, "tell me anyway."

"The best part is that I don't have to wait twenty four hours..." she kissed him hard, "to get your cock..." she kissed him again, hungrily, "...in my mouth, where I want it right now."

She slid to the floor and tugged his right shoe off. She stopped and let her blouse fall off her shoulders. Her breasts hung round and perfect in front of him. She twisted gently from side to side, showing off.

"Where," she said, "do you want your cock?"

Jason was unzipping his pants, pulling them off. "I want one end of it attached to me," he gasped as her fingers curled around the silk firmness of his cock and she touched her nose playfully against the tip, "and I want the other end anywhere that makes you happy." 

Rebecca licked the underside of his tip and squeezed his length with her hand. She pressed her mouth over him slowly, savoring the moment. She smiled as she watched him suck in a breath. She worked him deliciously, gently bobbing and rocking. She was tender, deliberate, happy.

"Happy!" she said, crawling up his body and kissing his lips. She shuffled her jeans off and went back down on him, held him in her mouth, feeling his pulse on her tongue.

Jason marveled, watching Rebecca. She was like a child kneeling in front of him with a toy- curious and playful. She was in no hurry. She pressed her chin just under his the crown of his cock and watched his eyes as she rocked her head gently, watching his pleasure, drawing him into her play. She wrapped him up in her hair, touched the soft skin of her cheek against his shaft, laughed.

"Do you want to play too?" she said, waggling his penis in front of her face.

"I don't think I can reach," he said, bending over at the waist, "but I'll try." Rebecca fell over laughing, watching his lips straining in vain for his own cock.

"It would be so hot if you could do that," she said, laying on the carpet, looking up at him. "I'd watch you all day long."

"You think if I could suck my own dick I'd do it all day long?" Jason snorted. 

"Oh yes," Rebecca said, kneeling between his knees again, "you would. You wouldn't eat," she said, licking his shaft from his balls to the tip, "you wouldn't drink." She took him deeply and sucked hard as she pulled off of him. "You would die of starvation." She admired his cock briefly. "Ironic," she said, smiled and swallowed as much of him as she could.

Jason's laugh competed with a deep groan coming from his throat. "Hey," he said, gruffly when she pulled off of him again, gently this time, "do you know how a wireless repeater works?"

"Sure," she said, tickling his balls with her fingernails and watching his stomach muscles respond, "when a signal can't go all the way to its destination you put a repeater in the middle to boost the signal."

"Yes," he said, looking at her meaningfully, "I can't get my signal all the way to my destination."

Rebecca looked at him blankly for a moment. "So," she said slowly, "you want me to..." Her face broke into a huge smile. "This is going to be fun."

Jason took Rebecca's right hand in his. "Give me your thumb." He kissed the tip.

Rebecca giggled and kissed the tip of his cock.

Jason took her whole thumb into his mouth, tickled it with his tongue slowly. As he sucked her thumb, Rebecca did exactly the same thing to his cock. When he swirled his tongue all the way around her thumb, she matched him move for move, at almost exactly the same time.

Jason smiled. "That feels weird. It's like I'm..."

"Come on!" Rebecca said impatiently, "Do something else."

Jason took her thumb in his mouth again, bit it gently. He felt Rebecca's teeth. He pressed harder, experimentally and she followed. He ran his tongue over the tip of her thumb, tried different twisting motions, even bobbed his head a little. As long as he didn't move too fast, he could almost imagine he was sucking himself off.

He popped Rebecca's finger out of his mouth and she looked up at him, wondering.

"This feels weird," he started, "I mean, it feels good and it's fun, but I think I like to be surprised a little too. If I wanted to play with myself, I'd just, um, play with myself."

"Well, I'll be your repeater any time."

"Thanks," Jason smiled, "You want a turn?"

Rebecca considered. "Another time," she said, a hint of nervousness edging her voice. "Can you help me out with something else?"

"Anything."

"Do you think you can put the tip of your finger on my G-spot?"

Jason felt his stomach drop. "I don't know- I've only read about it." Jason paused, thinking, "Isn't it kind of on the other side of, uh, virginity?"

Rebecca grinned and stood. "That depends," she said, taking Jason's hand and leading him away from the couch, "on whether you think losing virginity is the beginning of something special or just breaking the seal on a cup of yogurt."

Jason stopped her in the middle of the hall. "It's not a seal on yogurt."

"No," she said, "it's not."

Jason led her to his room and closed the door. He kissed her, felt her take a calming breath. He smiled. "I'm nervous. I don't want to hurt you."

Rebecca unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off his shoulders. "You know what I would love?" Rebecca said, resting her cheek on his chest, "Do what you did yesterday. Use your imagination. I trust you."

"I absolutely can do that." Jason touched his finger to the back of her neck, let it follow her spine all the way down to the top of her panties. He ran his fingers lightly over her back until he felt goosebumps under his fingertips and she shuddered. He kneeled in front of her, taking the hem of her panties carefully in his fingers and pulling them off of her.

"Lie down," he said, nodding his head towards the pillow on his bed.

Rebecca wanted to bury her face in the pillow. She wanted her face both covered and uncovered. She wanted to hide and be seen. She wanted to be a mystery and be understood at the same time. She loved his scent, captured in the fabric of his bed and she did not hide. She relaxed and saw that he still stood over her next to the bed, naked. The look on his face made him beautiful to her- his admiration, his vulnerability, his tangible desire to please her. She touched his knee, all that she could touch.

His tongue in her belly button startled her and she jerked, then giggled, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Say something," she said.

"I'm going to make you come." She felt his teeth briefly on her hip, then he was gone.

He was looking at her from the foot of his bed and she saw his cock, hard, standing out, ready for something that she was disappointed she would not give him today. She spread her knees, opening to him. She felt selfish.

She widened her knees, held out her hands to him in invitation. "I wish..."

"Shh," he said, kneeling on the foot of the bed. "We don't need wishes right now."

She felt his arms curl around her thighs and she let her eyes close. She felt him brush the fine hair over her pussy with the tip of his nose. He blew softly. She heard him breathe in her scent, and the tip of his tongue made a ticklish line along the length of her pussy lips. He blew again, and chilled the places he had made wet. He kissed her, warm against her flesh, off-center, and she thought she could feel him smile against the inside of her thigh.

He softened his tongue and licked slowly, sweetly, his hands holding her hips still as her back arched in surprise, in pleasure. She tried to push herself up against his lips again, his tongue, but he held her, and licked again in his own time. Rebecca's breaths came in gasps and she squealed as she fought his grip. His tongue didn't leave her now, he flicked her clitoris, flattened her labia down one side and up the other, pushing as deep as he could, kissing her as chaste as a child one moment, then spearing her with his tongue again. She struggled against his grasp, knowing in the deep of her mind that she fought him to enjoy the losing. She loved that he never let go, never let her get away. She had his hair in a fist.

Jason held Rebecca's thighs as he enjoyed her softness and hardness, the moisture and violence against his tongue, her response to every change in tempo, to every pressure and motion. During a short lull in the storm, he let go of her thigh with his right hand and put a finger to the opening of her pussy. He licked, wide and wet for her pleasure and pressed gently into her with the tip of his finger. She went almost completely still, her fingertips resting gently on his head.

"That's perfect," she gasped, "Go ahead."

Jason zig zagged with his tongue, drawing a moan and a squeal. When he closed his mouth over her clitoris and roughed it, she shook and came, the opening of her vagina tightening in a little band around the tip of his finger. He waited for her contractions to slow and stop.

He pressed with two fingers just then, smoothly into her moisture, feeling the resistance and pushing through, wanting to stop, not stopping. As he pushed, he felt the texture of the walls of her pussy change, and he could sense the pain of it fighting with the pleasure from her body. 

Rebecca let out a clenched cry. The tearing pain had been stronger than she had expected. Jason held his fingers still, buried inside her and moved his body up so he was floating over her, supported on one arm, his lips inches over hers. Her orgasm was still in her blood, flushing her face, saturating her brain. It helped with the pain.

He opened his mouth to speak, but had no words. A tear leaked from the corner of Rebecca's eye. "Kiss me," she said, bravely.

He kissed her, slipping his fingers out of her as gently as he could.

"Now," she said, her breathing slowing finally, "I'll be ready." She smiled at him weakly.

She turned onto her side and Jason curled around her on the small bed.

"Thank you," she said as he draped his arm over her waist.

Jason breathed the scent of her hair. "That's an odd thing to say."

"I know, but I'm glad it happened like this, with you."

"You're welcome then," he said, "but don't ever make me do that again."

Rebecca laughed and closed her eyes. "I promise," she said, before taking a deep breath and drifting asleep.

----

She woke ten or fifteen minutes later, Jason's arm still over her waist, his other arm cradling her head, and something bumping her bottom every few seconds. She turned her head to look at his face.

Jason had a bemused expression. "I can't make it stop," he said, "I've been trying."

Rebecca smiled and kissed him. "You don't have to make it stop." She studied his face, his dark eyes, his lips moist from her kiss. She put her hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat.

"I'd like to take a shower," she said, touching her feet to the floor, "and I'd like to take this with me." She slipped her hand around his cock and led him down the hall to the bathroom.

The water, it seemed to Jason, washed away everything- the day's disappointments and anxiety. When Rebecca touched her soapy breasts against his chest, he felt his cock jump and bump her leg. She watched it stand straight up and then trapped it between their bodies. She slid her hands behind him and cupped his ass in her hands. Jason let his fingers explore the back of her neck, her back, her ass.

"That feels nice," she purred into his chest. She went up on her tiptoes, rubbing against him, then back down, and down. She sank to her knees, Jason's cock sliding from her belly up between her breasts, to her neck, then smoothly into her mouth. She toyed with the tip of his cock briefly before enveloping him. She bobbed up and down on him and smiled around his cock as he reached for the wall for support. She had his ass in her hands, and she used the leverage to steer him, turn him where she wanted. She let him pop out of her mouth and watched his cock bob under the running water.

She looked up at him, a naughty grin on her face. She caressed her breasts as she watched his face, watched the tip of his cock darken a shade. "Are you going to come for me now?"

Jason nodded, stiffly. Rebecca watched his face as she went down on him again, sucking, licking. She could feel his legs trembling. She slipped a finger over his asshole and felt him jerk, and finally, she fucked him with her mouth, hungrily, and without mercy. She heard him grunt a moment before his cock hardened impossibly in her mouth and he came, his ass flexing under her fingers. She let his come spurt over her breasts, fascinated with his climax like the first time she had watched him. There was something beautiful about him in the throes of his orgasm, his eyes unfocused, his body strong but surrendered to her completely in the moment. He slid slowly down the wall until he was lying in the bottom of the tub, spent and panting.

Rebecca smiled and stood up over him, washed herself slowly for him, luxuriously, as he watched from the bottom of the tub.

Jason watched, water splashing in his face. She was unselfconscious, washing every curve and fold of her body, some of them gingerly. There had been a little blood at first, when they got in the shower, and he was sure there was some on his bed, but it didn't bother him at all. The fact that she didn't try to apologize for it was appealing and intimate.

"Thank you," he said up to her as she rinsed shampoo out of her hair, the foam dripping on his thighs and stomach.

"For which of my many favors are you thanking me?" she said, grinning through the wet hair hanging in her face.

Jason laughed. "For the best one," he said, and absently stroked the tip of his cock with his thumb.

"You're welcome," she said, watching his hand, watching how he touched himself. "I'm done," she said, wringing out her hair lightly, and she stepped out of the tub and reached for a towel.

When Jason came into his room a few minutes later, his hair wet and standing on end, Rebecca was standing in the middle of his room wearing another pair of his boxers. Her breasts were uncovered, and she was engrossed in one of his books on robotics.

"Look at this," she said, turning the book half towards him. "There's a whole chapter on screw theory."

"I used to masturbate to that chapter," Jason said offhand, dropping his towel and picking a pair of boxers out of his drawer. He saw that she had left her panties in his drawer again. He liked this tradition. He looked up and Rebecca was staring at him blankly. "Shit," he said, "sorry- you're actually interested in screw theory. I thought you were making a joke."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "I just didn't realize the math gets complex really fast when you start layering these systems on top of each other." She sat on the floor, leaning against his bed, and went back to the book. Jason sat next to her and they talked for the next two hours, starting with robotics and skipping to space travel, science fiction, chemistry, pharmaceutical research, oncology. She tried on all of his t-shirts as they talked. She settled on the one that said "If you're not part of the solution, you're the precipitate." He wanted to build something. She wanted to save someone's life. Lots of people's lives. They touched briefly on nanotechnology and ended up racing each other to the kitchen for leftover oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.

"This could end up being the cure for cancer someday," Jason said through a mouthful of cookie. "Nanotech embedded in food. A lot easier than chemotherapy."

"As long as it takes out the tumor and not, say, your gall bladder."

"Baby steps," he said, taking out all the makings for ham and cheese sandwiches. He was hungry. As they finished lunch, he heard his laptop bing with an email in his room. He went and got the laptop, brought it back to where Rebecca was fingering chip crumbs out of an empty bag.

"It's the professors," he said, surprised at how his mood turned hostile when he thought of the morning's bait and switch.

----

Jason,

I hope today's task is proving to be instructional. Some lessons are best learned in the fires of adversity.

We're giving you tomorrow's task early because it may take some discussion and planning. 

Because jobs in the sciences require breakthroughs, and breakthroughs require original thought, it is necessary sometimes for the successful person to break rules that shackle progress to long-standing habit. Your task is to break a rule. Any rule. You have complete freedom in how you choose to do this, only keep in mind that while as heads of department we have some influence in mitigating the discipline of wayward students within the boundaries of the university campus, we are unable to intervene in matters of the law. Try to find a task whose consequences you are willing and able to accept.

Professor Suarez has added a further incentive to this task. If you allow yourselves to be caught by some authority, we will give you a nonmaterial reward of your choosing within reason. I agree that this is a valuable incentive. While the fear of being caught keeps honest people in line, it is precisely "out of line" that creates the atmosphere necessary for creative breakthrough. We think that having been caught will provide a much more realistic risk framework for your lives. The unknown results of getting caught are much worse in imagination than the actual results of getting caught. This is why troublemakers are difficult to deter with the simple threat of discovery. They know that getting caught carries no terror. This experience will, if you are successful, put your first brush with actual authorities in its proper perspective.




Amnesty Program Ch. 04



Professor Denton

----

"Fuck the fires of adversity," Rebecca said, and crushed the chip bag.

"Let's go to a bar." Jason said, suddenly. "Tonight."

Rebecca's eyes lit up. "Can you make me a fake ID?"

"Sure. I think so. Enough to fool a bouncer anyway. Can you dress up like a wanton strumpet?"

"Hmm, I guess so," Rebecca said, "do you think it will help us get into the bar?"

"I don't know," Jason said, "I just thought it would be hot to see you looking slutty."

Rebecca hit him on the arm, laughing. "I'll do it," she said, "but you'll have to order me something with an embarrassing name if we get in."

Jason grinned. "Our first date."

"You're lucky I already gave you a blowjob today," Rebecca said, gathering her clothes from the living room floor and heading back to Jason's room to change.

"Why?" he said, following her, admiring the way she made his boxers sway.

She grinned over her shoulder. "I don't put out on the first date." She shut the door to his room in his face.



Amnesty Program Ch. 05



Nathan sat in a booth across from Emily in the warm dimness of a local pub and smiled at her. She scowled back. "If you were expecting to fuck me tonight, you can forget it." She was wearing a black leather jacket over a red and white striped tank top and frayed denim shorts. The jacket had slipped off her right shoulder. She left it that way.

"What I expect," he said, his smile only fading a little, "is an intelligent conversation." He took a sip of his beer. "I was only hoping to fuck you."

Emily snorted and sipped her beer. "That," she said, "was a pretty good answer. What do you want to converse intelligently about- journalism or... whatever it is that you're into?"

"I'm into environmental design modeling, but I'm a total idiot about journalism. Let's talk about that." He narrowed his eyes, "Why to journalists go to such lengths to pretend to be impartial and objective when they obviously aren't?" He watched her green eyes kindle.

Over the next two hours they covered reporting ethics, fact checking, Randolph Hearst and Joseph Pulitzer, freedom of speech, yellow journalism, photo retouching, deep throats, paparazzi, tabloid sensationalism and the total train wreck that is the prime time news.

Emily was nearing the bottom of her third beer. Her face was flushed and she leaned over the table in mid-argument, unaware, for once, of the effect her cleavage was having on Nathan. "...so if you think you can invoke the libel laws again, forget it. The issues are much more foundational than dodging lawsuits." She finished her beer and slapped the glass down on the table.

"I'm surprised I can think at all with you leaning over the table like that." Nathan's eyes lingered on the place where the swells of her breasts disappeared into the fabric for another moment, then flicked up to her eyes, framed by her long curly red hair.

Emily's face changed and she leaned back, considering. "You never brought it up."

"What?"

"The party. That girl's room."

"Yeah. Well, I thought we'd just start fresh. That was an... interesting evening."

"You," she said slyly, "almost didn't get out of that girl's room with your virtue intact."

"Oh, I didn't," Nathan said, "I jacked off into her underwear drawer after you left."

Emily laughed. "And I thought I left you with the biggest case of blue balls ever."

"That's a myth, you know, blue balls."

"Seriously?" Emily reached for his beer, took a swig.

"Best kept secret of players everywhere." Nathan said, grinning to himself. "Girls fall for that line all the time. The pain was all in my head."

"I knew you didn't perv that girl's room. You're such a gentleman." Emily's smile turned mischievous. "So, how long was it before you got yourself off?"

"Who says I had to do it myself?"

"Yeah right. You turn down a no-questions-asked blowjob one minute and hunt down a one night stand the next? Not you. How long did you wait?"

"It was the next morning," Nathan said, his face reddening slightly, "in the shower. You?"

Emily hesitated, then grinned. "Six minutes."

"Six minutes! How did you pull that off?"

"My car has tinted windows."

Nathan looked at her with admiration. "Still. That takes some courage."

"Nope," she said, finishing his beer, "desperation." She looked at his face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing."

Emily rolled her eyes. "Out with it."

"I, uh, need to adjust... things."

Emily stared at him dumbly for a moment, then her face brightened with understanding. She whispered, too loud, "Are you getting a boner?" Then, without waiting for an answer, "Let me fix it!" She scooted around to the back of the booth and slid her hand into his pants.

"Gently!" Nathan laughed, then gasped. "Ow!"

Emily jerked her hand out. "Oh, I- I'm sorry. Did I scratch you?"

"Yeah," Nathan said, "scratched."

"You know," Emily said, widening her eyes sincerely, "I'm going to have to have a look at that."

----

Jason stood outside of his bedroom door, raised his hand to knock, put it down again. Rebecca was humming as she got dressed in his room, something tuneless and vague. He was still trying to decide whether to just walk in, knock, or walk away when she opened the door, looking exactly as she had when he had seen her this morning outside of Professor Suarez's office.

"You need to take me home so I can get dressed, but you need to get dressed first. I chose clothes for you." Rebecca breezed by him and went down the hall.

"Okay," he said, too quietly for her to hear. He went into his room.

She had laid out a pair of black jeans, a black dress shirt, a belt, and a pair of dusty black dress shoes.

He picked up the shirt, one he had only worn once to a wedding.

"Shine those shoes!" he heard from the kitchen before he started undressing.

----

Jason sat on Rebecca's couch, trying not to think about the last time he had been there, his pants around his ankles, Rebecca's roommate Emily staring at him open mouthed. He shifted awkwardly, waiting for Rebecca to finish getting ready. He got the newly printed fake IDs out of his wallet again, rubbed them and curled them absently to make them seem more worn. 

"I need your help."

Rebecca's voice startled him back into the present. She stood at the hall entrance in black panties and a matching bra. "I don't have anything slutty enough."

He raised his eyebrows at her. "Really."

She rolled her eyes. "This isn't slutty. My mom bought me these. I'm raiding Emily's closet. You coming?"

Jason could move fast when he wanted. He found Rebecca holding Emily's leopard print miniskirt up to her hips. She grinned. "Does this say 'bang me'?"

"Yes. It also says '...and leave me in a shallow grave at the edge of the trailer park.'"

"Good point," she said, sliding hangers out of the way, "How about this one?"

"I usually like blue and I usually like the plunging neckline, but that's like an office cocktail party." Jason pointed, "What's that?"

It was black. Rebecca pulled it off a hanger and held it up. "It's a little black dress."

"That's the one," Jason said, "It's not even on you yet and my heart is pounding."

"That's good, right?" she said, sounding unsure, "It's good that your heart is pounding?"

"Put your hand here," he said, putting her hand in the center of his chest. She stepped in close and closed her eyes. She licked her lips and concentrated on his heart beating under her hand. She laid her head against his chest.

"You're right. This is the one. Go wait in the living room."

"But I want to watch you wiggle into it."

"No," she said, batting her eyes at him, "that's for me. Wiggling out of it later... that's for you."

Jason grinned all the way back to the living room. He wasn't sure how that was going to happen with his mom at his house and Emily in Rebecca's apartment. "We'll have to improvise," he muttered, and sat crookedly on one side of the couch.

After what seemed like an eternity, she slipped quietly into the room. "What do you think?"

The dress was simple- a black tank top jersey dress that hugged every one of Rebecca's curves and stopped at mid-thigh. She had on a simple pair of black heels from Emily's closet.

Jason stood and stared. "That's fantastic! Come closer so I can... Oh. You, um, you... took off your bra. Wow. "

Rebecca blushed. "I had to. Look." She turned around.

The back of the dress scooped deeply, leaving most of her back bare. Jason reached out and touched the skin at the small of her back.

"That's not all," she said, turning around and putting her hand on his chest like she had before, "I took my panties off too. They made lines." She smiled a little, feeling his heart trying to break his ribs. "Do I look like a wanton strumpet?"

"No. But I like it." Jason ran his fingers all the way up her back. "I would do anything for you."

"You're already doing everything I want." She tipped her head up and kissed him where his jaw met his neck. "We have homework to do."

Jason sighed. "Fine. We have to get into the pub before we can get kicked out."

Rebecca pulled her hair into a neat ponytail. "I'm ready. Let's go."

----

"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be," Jason said into Rebecca's ear as they followed a loud crowd of frat boys into the pub.

"I know," Rebecca said over her shoulder, "I was kind of wondering if I'd be forced to degrade myself with transactional dalliances to get in."

"What sort of 'dalliances' were you concerned about?"

"Oh, you know," she said, smiling vaguely, "transactional ones."

"Well, I'm glad whatever it was wasn't necessary," he said, his hand in the small of her back, "Let's get a booth towards the back. I owe you a drink."

Jason looked over the table at her as she read the menu, her mouth smiling faintly.

"I'll have a Coke," she said, finally.

"Really?" Jason grinned at her. "I thought you were going to try to embarrass me."

"Well," she folded the menu primly in front of her, "It was either that or a half dozen Clitlick Shooters. After your wonderful performance of that very thing this afternoon, I was pretty sure I'd be disappointed."

Jason smiled at her. "I'll give you anything you want."

"Yes, you will." She smiled back at him wickedly. "But I'm kind of itching to get kicked out of here. Why don't you order something adult and try out those fake IDs?"

A barmaid swept up to the table, her attention across the bar at the thirsty crowd of frat brothers. "What can I getcha?"

"A Heineken and a Coke."

She wrote it down and headed off.

Jason watched her go. "She didn't even check. No wonder underage drinking is such a problem in this county."

"Write a strongly worded letter to the manager..." she stopped and the blood drained from her face. "Don't look now, but Emily's here. She's with someone."

"Who is it?"

"Well, he's cute, blonde, brown eyes."

"Damn," Jason breathed, peeking over his shoulder, "she did it. That's got to be Nathan. We have to go meet him." He stood up.

Rebecca squealed, "No! I can't. Not in her dress."

"Come on. You probably look better in it than she does."

"That's the problem!" Rebecca watched Emily scoot around the booth next to Nathan and whisper something in his ear.

"It's just a dress. If she gets upset, I'll take the blame. I found it and I told you to wear it."

Rebecca stood up, still unsure. "This isn't going to go well."

----

"Fancy," Jason said, standing at Emily and Nathan's table, "meeting you here."

Rebecca was trying to hide behind him.

Emily's eyes widened, flicked over to Nathan, and back. "Oh, hi, Jason..." She saw Rebecca hiding behind him. "Hi Rebecca, this is Nathan."

Nathan half-stood and shook Jason's hand. "Have a seat." Jason slid into the booth after Rebecca.

Emily fidgeted. "Rebecca is my roommate and... she's wearing my dress."

Jason leaned forward, "That's my fault- I kind of didn't give her a choice..."

"Bullshit," Emily said, but she was smiling. "She needed something naughtier than she had in her closet."

Nathan raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

"I didn't have time to go shopping," Rebecca said, blushing slightly, "and yes, your clothes run more to the... provocative than mine."

"Thank you," Emily said, "I'll take that as a compliment. I have to say, though, that I think I look just a shade hotter in that dress than you do."

Jason opened his mouth, and shut it again. These two women would tear him to pieces if he got in the middle of this one. He glanced at Nathan, and Nathan shrugged, keeping his mouth shut too.

Rebecca straightened a little and sat primly. "It's too bad we can't settle this scientifically. Your feelings hardly constitute anything like an empirical judgment."

"You would go straight to the cold science. And who says we can't prove it?"

"To make a valid comparison, an impartial panel of judges would have to see both of us in the dress and that's not possible, since I'm the only one wearing it."

Nathan cleared his throat, "Um..."

"Shut up." The girls said it simultaneously.

The server approached the table with Jason's beer and Rebecca's coke. "There you are. Been looking all over." She set the drinks down, backwards, and left. Jason traded Rebecca's coke for his beer. He sipped, made a face, set it down.

"Well?" Emily said, raising her eyebrows at Rebecca, "Stand up, turn around. Show us what you've got."

Rebecca stared at Emily, and decided. She nudged Jason, "Let me out."

Jason stood and helped Rebecca up. She put her hand over his heart again, briefly, and whispered, "I'm thinking about your tongue," felt his heart jerk a little, and smiled. "You should sit down. You're going to embarrass yourself." Jason did.

Rebecca turned slowly and walked away from the table. Jason swallowed. She filled the dress perfectly. She went all thirty feet to the bar and leaned over it, the dress riding up dangerously in the back, and grabbed a stack of napkins. She came back, swinging her hips subtly more than usual. She made eye contact as she walked, with Emily, with Nathan, and finally with Jason. She stopped at the edge of the table and leaned toward him and placed the stack of napkins neatly in front of him.

"You're going to need these," she said, and stayed bent over.

He tried to keep his eyes on her eyes, but failed. He found himself staring at the tiny freckles at the tops of her breasts, admiring the swells that disappeared tantalizingly into the smooth black fabric.

Jason swallowed again and looked into her eyes. "Thank you," he managed.

Rebecca smiled. "You're welcome."

Emily clapped, startling both Nathan and Jason from their thoughts. She applauded slowly, mockingly. "Let's have a word in the ladies' room." She stood, grabbed Rebecca's wrist and dragged her away.

Nathan watched them go and took a deep breath, let it out. "Are they always this competitive?"

Jason nodded. "You have no idea." He sat, lost in thought.

Nathan cleared his throat. "So how is this going to go?"

Jason shrugged. "They're going to want to get us to pick a winner, which means we'll have one happy girl and one angry girl."

Nathan frowned. "Shit. I don't think I want to see Emily angry. I had just gotten her to thaw a little."

"What do you think of her?" Jason asked, suddenly.

"She's a force of nature, she's dangerous, fascinating, brilliant. I want to find out all about her."

Jason sighed. "Yes. You're right. Okay. Here's what we'll do." And he laid out a plan.

----

Emily pushed Rebecca into the big handicapped stall at the end of the bathroom.

"Hey, easy," Rebecca said, grinning, "You started it."

"Yes I did, and I'm going to finish it. So. Out of the dress and hand it over."

Rebecca's face reddened a little. "I, um..."

Emily crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you seriously going to try to claim modesty now? After your little stunt back there with the napkins?" She took off the leather jacket and hung it carefully on the hook on the back of the door. "Well?"

Rebecca closed her eyes. "Fine, but you never tease me about being a prude again."

Emily had her tank top off and was pulling her shorts off of her long legs. "Never again. Also," she said, slipping her sandals off, "if the boys say I look hotter than you, I get to keep it on."

"I guess that's fair." Rebecca pulled the dress off and held it out to Emily, daring her to make a comment about her nakedness.

Emily took her bra off, dropped it in her purse and smiled. "That's how I wear it too." She handed Rebecca her shorts and pulled off her panties.

----

Jason nudged Nathan when Rebecca came out of the ladies' room wearing Emily's shorts and leather jacket. She swam a little in it and the sleeves came down almost to her fingertips.

When Emily came out a minute later, you could hear conversations fizzling out to watch her. She was taller than Rebecca by at least four inches, and the effect was that the skirt was that much shorter on her. She walked to the table, turned around once, slowly, and sat down next to Nathan

"So," she said, grinning, do I win, or do I have to cross my legs to make my point?"

Jason flicked his eyes over at Rebecca and cleared his throat. "Well, I have to say that Rebecca fills the top of the dress quite a bit... very nicely."

Nathan shrugged. "I guess," he said, conversationally, "but I'm going with Emily's very long thighs. They trump everything."

Emily rolled her eyes. "A breast man against a leg man. This is going to be impossible."

"You have no choice then," Jason said, smiling. "Make your point."

Emily stuck her tongue out at him, but she stood up and sat on the table in front of Nathan. She crossed her legs and the dress rode up another inch. The toe of her black shoe touched him just under his chin and lifted his face so he was looking in her eyes. 

"Jason," she said, her eyes never leaving Nathan's face, "what do you say? Do I get to wear my dress home or not?"

Nathan swallowed nervously. The plan was shot. "Say yes, man. Please."

"Okay, Emily. You win this time," Jason said, winking at Nathan, "but only because you were threatening a judge with bodily harm."

"Oh," she said, picking up Nathan's beer and sipping it, "this isn't a threat. This is a bribe." She put one black-heeled shoe on either side of Nathan, leaned forward, and kissed his forehead, then his lips.

Rebecca elbowed Jason. "Transactional dalliances," she whispered, outraged.

"I agree," Jason whispered back. "We'll need a rematch."

Rebecca cleared her throat. "Okay, well. Don't stain that dress. I might want to borrow it again."

Nathan smiled. "Oh, these polyurethane-polyurea copolymers are very resistant to stains..."

Rebecca frowned at him. "Whatever. Don't rip it either."

Emily turned her head and smiled sweetly. "He'll do his best."

Jason steered Rebecca toward the door to keep the girls from starting another argument. "We're going to need to find somewhere we can actually get kicked out of."

"You don't think we can still get kicked out of this pub?"

"Here? No. Not without breaking expensive stuff."

"You're probably right. Let's walk around a little. That's something people do on dates, right?"

Jason grinned at her and took her hand. "Let's go."

----

"Did you say you were into modeling?" Emily said as Nathan helped her into his car. "Because you would look cute in... anything."

Nathan shook his head. "Not fashion modeling. Environmental design modeling."

"That sounds kind of boring. What is it?"

"I try to simulate one environment in another environment. It's a bit of a niche. Disney does it all over the place, but some other corporates are curious about it for new construction."

Emily rolled down her window and let the night air blow her hair. "I think I'd have to see it to appreciate it."

"I've been experimenting with a simulator I built in my house. I'll show you sometime."

"Show me now. I don't want to go home yet."

"Okay, but it's pretty geeky."

"Mmm. Geeky sounds good right now."

Nathan pulled into his driveway, a suburban tract house from the fifties.

"Is this your house?" Emily said, ready to be impressed.

"No, I wish. It's an Eichler house- he was a mass market architect that had some revolutionary ideas. I'm just renting. I'd buy it if I could though."

"It looks big for just one guy."

"It is kind of big for one person, but I've got a lot of gear in there. It wouldn't be pleasant for a roommate."

The inside of the house was open, with the kitchen, dining room, and living room all in the same space. The walls were white, the furniture was white, and the living room floor was covered in a deep pile white rug. What was unusual, though, was that there was large ducting installed on the inside walls, out of proportion with the house. It looked like there were very large air conditioning vents around the living room. There were also several speakers mounted to the walls of the great room and a tall black rack of electronics mounted against the black wall. The ceiling had what looked like a series of lighting racks for a rock concert.




Amnesty Program Ch. 05



"Wow- um," Emily said, "hardware meets electronics store. Does this stuff do anything?"

Nathan smiled, "Well, it sure isn't bolted to the walls for beauty. In a final installation, it would all be invisible, but I'm doing research here and I need to get at the guts of the system."

"What does it do?"

"It makes you feel like you're somewhere else. It's easier to show you than to explain it. Take off your shoes."

Emily slipped her heels off and kicked them over by the couch. The rug felt good on her feet. "Why is everything white?" she asked.

"It's so I can start with a neutral atmosphere. Stand there in the middle of the rug. That's the sweet spot. Close your eyes and think of a place you like."

Emily closed her eyes. "The beach."

Nathan typed something into a keyboard at the equipment rack. "Which beach?"

"What difference does it make?"

"Well," he said, and she could hear a smile in his voice, "this would be the beach at San Francisco."

Sounds began to play on the speakers, distant traffic at first from the rear speakers, then waves, much closer and in front of Emily. Then seagulls, wind, and faint sounds of airliners taking off. She could sense a diffuse light through her closed eyelids, like an overcast day. Then a wind rushed out of the air conditioning ducts, smelling vaguely salty, and freezing.

"Gah! that's cold!" She gasped, dodging out of the center of the room where the air ducts were aimed.

Nathan laughed. "San Francisco is always cold, especially at night. Now you pick a beach- one that you like."

Emily frowned at him, but said "Huntington Beach. In the late morning."

Nathan typed some instructions into the equipment rack. "It takes a minute to reset- neutralize the smells and bring the room back to the starting point."

"I'm still cold," Emily said, wrapping herself with her arms. "Don't do that again."

"Oh- I can help with that right away. Go back to the center of the room and I'll warm you up." Nathan pushed a fader up on a lighting console and a very hot lamp blazed in the middle of the room.

Emily put her bare foot into the pool of light, tentatively, then moved so she was completely in the beam. She closed her eyes and purred, soaking up the heat.

"How did you make it smell like that?" Emily said, her eyes still closed.

"I built a smell synthesizer. It's actually fairly crude, but it has twenty two core smells that I can combine to make a few million smells. Most of those are useless, but I have a couple thousand in my database that are good for environments. The delivery system is way back in the ducts so there's no hissing in the room."

"So how does Huntington Beach smell different than San Francisco?"

"Oh, the most obvious thing at first would be sunscreen. They don't need it in San Francisco, so you'll notice a little coconut in the air along with the ocean smell. The traffic is quieter, and a lot more sounds of people on the beach." A soft bing came from the computer in the rack. "It will be a lot warmer too. Eighty five degrees, which is warmer than the average, but I feel bad about San Francisco." He tapped a key and the sounds started fading in.

Emily heard the ocean first, larger waves than before, and then seagulls, children playing, faint, occasional traffic sounds. Each sound seemed to come from a real space around her, and there was a sense of distance. The seagulls seemed to be all around her. The sun lamp stayed on, dimming just a little, and a warm, gentle breeze that smelled just like Nathan had said it would, ocean smells with a hint of coconut.

Emily sighed and smiled. She felt her shoulders relax, her breathing slow down. It was hot now, deliciously, and she felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She opened her eyes and looked over at Nathan. "I could get used to this," she said, but the illusion of being on the beach disappeared as soon as she opened her eyes. The white room with all the equipment was too distracting.

Nathan saw the look on her face- the evaporating dream. "You have to keep your eyes closed. I use a translucent blindfold when I'm working on presets. I can get a feel for the lighting without getting distracted." He hit a key and the sun lamp went out and the room cooled again to a neutral seventy two degrees.

Emily shivered a little at the change in temperature. The dress was thin and did little to insulate her from the cooling air. "It's easy to forget you're not standing in a room. Are there other places to try?"

"Give me a list of places you'd like to experience and I'll set them up in a queue. I'll sit with you and step through them with my remote control."

"Anywhere?" Emily thought for a moment. "the Amazon river, a backyard barbecue around a pool, a sidewalk café in Paris."

Nathan nodded as she rattled off her list, taking notes. "There's a blindfold in the drawer over there behind the chair. You don't have to put it on yet - I still have to get things ready."

Nathan felt Emily come up next to him and watch what he was doing. He felt the softness of her breast against the back of his arm.

"How does this work?" she asked, her face lit up by the screen.

Nathan swallowed. "This is the user interface that syncs everything up and pulls the specifications for each environment from the database. Right now I'm making up a backyard barbecue- I didn't already have a preset for that, so I'm putting together a Texas carnival with a swimming pool. I have to readjust the sounds, especially because there wouldn't be the same kind of screaming in a back yard as at a carnival."

"I changed my mind," Emily said, "I'd like a brothel. A Texas brothel."

Nathan grinned as he kept typing. "As much as I'd like to do that, I don't have the appropriate media and I haven't done any research. I don't have any clue what a Texas brothel might smell like. I'm almost done with the barbecue though."

Emily shrugged. "Your loss. I thought we could play a little game, but no."

Nathan was silent for a moment as he finished the last touches on the barbecue preset. "How much of an exhibitionist are you?"

Emily squinted at him. "How can I answer that? Seven? Three point three?"

Nathan took her hand and led her to the center of the carpet. "Let's do an experiment." He got two chairs and put them next to each other. He sat Emily on one and sat next to her. "Blindfold on," he said, and hit a button on his remote control.

Emily put the blindfold on just as the sounds of tropical birds and outboard motors faded in. The blindfold was made of a soft white plastic, padded around the edges with something soft and smooth. She could see light and darkness, color impressions, but no details. The sun lamp burned hot, and the air coming out of the vents was humid, almost dripping with moisture. A rich smell of foliage filled the room and Emily started to sweat almost immediately.

She turned her head to where Nathan was and reached for his hand. He took her hand and held it. "The first three presets are set for five minutes. The last one will run until I stop it."

"Five minutes! I'm going to melt."

"Relax. Your body will adjust. Enjoy the feelings. Pay attention to the details, to the sounds around you. I'm the only one that needs to see."

Emily suddenly felt exposed. She was blindfolded, listening, sweating. She couldn't see him but he was looking at her in her black clinging dress, and nothing else.

"This is a game. My game, not your brothel game. Please trust me." He held her hand. "I am going to tell you the truth, but the room is going to lie to you. Fun lies. I've added some surprises. You can make it all stop any time you want."

Emily licked her lips. She nodded. "Okay. What do I do?"

"Nothing. Sit, feel enjoy. Talk with me."

The sounds of a river surrounded them, small lapping against a dugout canoe, a distant splash of a fish flopping out of the water, an immense murmur of shallow rapids.

"When you sat on the table in front of me tonight," Nathan said, "you put your feet on either side of me."

Emily's mouth grinned a little.

"How much did you think I could see?"

"I wasn't worried about what you could see."

Nathan leaned over and kissed her just under her ear. She drew in a breath. Her skin felt hot, slick. His tongue had touched her neck, briefly. He had tasted her sweat.

"What were you worried about?"

Emily bit her lip. She could hear parrots, something big rustling in the jungle off to her right. "I was worried about what you could smell."

Some sort of a large bird called out in the jungle and there were hundreds of answering calls. Nathan touched his nose to her shoulder, she heard him breathing her in. He lifted her long hair from the back of her neck, breathed.

"Please," she said, "this is..."

"Shhh."

She felt his forehead against her chin, he breathed. She touched her knees together. He knelt down in front of her. Something in the jungle roared. She felt two of his fingers against the inside of her left knee. She let him push them apart. His cheek touched the inside of her right knee. He breathed.

The sound of a passing motorboat rose and faded. "You smell wonderful."

Emily shifted in her seat. Nathan sat again next to her, his hand on her thigh.

"Your nipples don't hide under that dress."

She turned towards him slightly, then back. "I know."

"Nothing hides under that dress."

An animal voice called out, echoing over the water, a monkey perhaps, and a flight of birds close overhead, Emily could hear their feathers beat the air.

"The Amazon is going to go away now," Nathan said, "and the room is going to reset."

Emily could see the light dim to a low glow through the blindfold. The heat stopped and a cool, dry breeze blew across her skin, chilling her. The doorbell rang, startling her and she started to reach for the blindfold, but Nathan's hand on her arm stopped her.

"Listen," he said.

She heard a conversation through the door, laughter, then the door opened and a few people walked in, closed the door behind them. They whispered, indistinct words, and she heard them sit around her on the couches and chairs. There were four, she thought, she caught a whiff of a sweet perfume and the sound of a woman's voice to her left. A man laughed quietly. She heard ice tinkle in a drink. The sound of someone opening a beer came from her right, where the kitchen was. Nathan kept his hand on her knee throughout.

Another woman's voice bubbled to her right, giggling briefly and then sipping, a whiff of whisky.

Nathan brushed her cheek with the tips of his fingers, making her shiver, then he put his arm around her. She rested her head against his shoulder, gathering warmth from him. She put her hand on his thigh.

"Tell me the story of how we met," Nathan said, winding a strand of her hair around his finger.

"What?" Emily whispered, "now?"

"It's just me. Tell me."

"I went down on you." Emily said, quietly, "I didn't even know your name."

She felt the other people in the room, could hear all of the small noises of them, but there was no comment.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Emily shook her head. "No. Not then."

The light came up, sunlight, and the air was balmy with summer. The chlorine smell of the pool filled the room, but was soon overpowered by the smoke of a barbecue. Children were laughing, splashing in the pool. There were adults around her, having conversations about sports, about shopping. The hint of whisky disappeared and a light coconut scent replaced it- the smell of sunscreen again. Emily struggled with herself. Had there been anyone else in the room besides Nathan at all? It felt like there were people all around her.

"So tell me, Emily," Nathan's voice matched the outdoors party feel, "did you think about it later? Going down on me?"

Emily nodded, imagining the faces turning to hear her response.

"What was that like?"

Emily pursed her lips. "I fantasized about it. I wished I could have finished. I wished you hadn't been such a damn gentleman."

His lips against hers surprised her, warm, sunny like the party, smiling. When she reached out again for him, he was gone. Children screamed in the pool, splashed. 

"Did you masturbate to that memory?" His lips were right by her ear. "I did."

She caught his face with her hands and kissed him, half rising out of her chair. He embraced her, his hands on the skin of her back, pulling at the edges of the dress. She pressed herself against him. "I rubbed myself raw thinking about your cock in my mouth."

"I don't like this party," he gasped into her mouth, and kissed her again. "Let's go to the next one."

The pool smell disappeared, the children silenced, and Emily found herself clinging to Nathan, strangely afraid he would disappear like the rest of the illusions.

She felt the room change back to neutral again. The clink of drinks, the whispered conversation. It sounded like two women were on the couch to her left, one telling the other a story. The two men sounded like they were in the kitchen. She heard the refrigerator door open, close.

Emily had her face buried in Nathan's neck, smelling him, knowing he, at least, was real. His hand was on her back, under the edge of her dress.

"I want you," she said into his shoulder. "I want you."

"Mmm. Yes. I'd like that. Finish this with me, though. Sit now and listen, feel this place. It's one of my favorites."

Emily sat, reluctantly, and felt an urban setting materializing around her. She smelled wet concrete, roasted garlic, fresh bread, coffee. The air was full of conversation, French, all of it, and the small sounds of pigeons. Traffic was close, and sometimes almost loud enough to drown out the surrounding conversations. Silverware clinked against plates, and in the distance, a church bell rang.

Nathan let the impression settle in. The temperature was perfect, comfortable. He remembered recording the media for this environment in Paris, one of the most peaceful afternoons of his life.

Emily let the illusion take her. She listened to diners, to traffic, to a small breeze in the tree over the café. The smells changed in intensity, coffee becoming strong, then drifting away as the smell of roasted vegetables wafted over her. There were conversations all around her. She felt like the restaurant was packed, fifty or sixty people all there on the sidewalk. When Nathan knelt in front of her again, she wanted to pull back at first. Too many people. She let herself go though. She let the reality and the illusion come together in her mind. He pushed her knees apart again and she gripped the chair with her fingers. She felt his hair brushing up her left thigh, his lips brushing her right. His tongue touched her skin and there was a hush around her. The people seemed there, but not speaking, like they were watching.

Her dress was bunching up, higher and she sank herself towards Nathan's lips, spreading for him. He took the folds of her into his mouth all at once, gentle and hot. She felt his tongue swirl once and she arched her back, one hand in his hair, one hand holding to the chair so she wouldn't slide off altogether. He licked slowly through her center, listening to her breathing, the sounds she didn't know she was making. He listened for something in Paris too, something he knew was coming. He licked her again, wide and soft, curling his tongue through her, drawing moisture from her, and sighs, and then he heard it, the accidental quiet pluck of violin strings and he knew the street musicians were about to start.

Emily was lost in Paris, in Nathan's tongue, in the public space, intimate, feeling watched and played. The music started so gently, she almost thought it was her own mind making music out of the delicious things Nathan was doing to her with his tongue, then it was close, the quartet playing just for them, something springlike, light. Nathan had her left knee over his shoulder now, and he pressed into her, his tongue hard and insistent one moment, and hot liquid the next. She let her head fall back and she swam in the sensation until the edge of his tongue ran along her clitoris. Her head jerked up and now she had both hands in Nathan's hair.

"Ohh yes!" She breathed, "Yes!"

He did it again, on the other side this time, running the edge of his tongue against the stiff nub. He did it again and she squealed, curling her body over him. He did it again, and her orgasm lit her up. She squealed again, through her teeth, he wouldn't pull back, he kept running the electricity of his tongue through her pussy. She gasped and let go of his head, shaking, when he did it again, gently this time, and the orgasm stayed with her, running through her thighs, making her muscles shudder and melt.

He licked her slowly, lightly, barely a tickle, even after she had slidden to the floor, her dress bunched around her waist. He kept her there on the carpet, kept her flesh singing along with the musicians, along with the sounds of the city.

Finally, she took a huge, shuddering breath and let it out all at once. She got hold of Nathan's ears with her fingers and guided his mouth all the way up her body to her mouth. She kissed him, lying flat on her back, and enjoyed the profound weakness, the temporary lack of the desire or the ability to move. She felt Nathan's hands sliding the blindfold up and off of her.

Nathan smiled down at her. "How would you like to experience Rio de Janeiro?"

Emily laughed and pulled his face down for a deep kiss. "I'd like to experience your bedroom, I think, and I want it to be plain and silent, and I want the lights on, and I want to play with you."

"The next time you come," Nathan said, "I want to see your eyes." He laid down next to her, his head on her stomach, listening to her breathing and the sounds of Paris. She touched a hand to his hair and trailed her fingers in lazy spirals. 

"I'd like to write about this," Emily said, her fingers sliding over Nathan's face and exploring his lips. "This would be a great technology story."

Nathan grinned at the ceiling. "You'll have to interview me thoroughly."

Emily sat up. "Yes. I need to know a lot more about you. Show me where you sleep."

Nathan stood and helped her up. He led her down a short hallway to a small bedroom, also done entirely in white.

"Why all the white?" Emily said, and she reached for his belt buckle.

"It gives me a sense of opportunity, of potential. The house is a blank canvas."

"You know," she said, pulling down his pants, "you're not an engineer. You're an artist. You create into silence and darkness like a painter creates onto canvas."

"And you?" Nathan said, looking down at her, "What's your medium?"

"This and that. Photography, writing, you know. I just have this one unfinished piece I'm itching to finish off. The canvas was your cock." She freed his penis from his boxers and admired it for a moment. "It had terrific potential," she said, kissing the head, "but the timing was all wrong."

Nathan's eyes rolled up into his head as Emily engulfed him slowly. "And now?" he managed.

She didn't answer for a long while, moving her head slowly, teasing him. "I'm not sure," she purred finally, and licked his shaft deliberately, "It still might be a little on the early side. Maybe I should come back and finish another day."

"I think there's no time like the present." Nathan said as she pumped him slowly with her hand.

"You're not thinking at all," she said, and nibbled at him gently. "Now it seems I remember scratching you earlier. Was it here?" She kissed the side of his shaft gently, watching his face.

Nathan shook his head.

"Here?" she kissed a little higher.

He shook his head again.

"I can sense a conflict of interest a mile off, and you're very, very conflicted." Emily tapped the tip of his cock against her chin thoughtfully. "I could spend all night kissing this spot and that, and it would never be the right spot, would it?"




Amnesty Program Ch. 05



Nathan shook his head.

"I'll have to try them all at once." She engulfed him again, her tongue soft against the base of his cock, her eyes on his. She shook her head slowly, pulled back and smiled. "You're as hard as a steel rod."

"You've gotten better at this since the last time."

Emily pouted briefly, "I wasn't really trying last time." She stood and pulled her dress off in one smooth motion. "Tonight," she said, laying back on the bed and scooting up toward the pillows, "I'm making my very best effort."

Nathan pulled his shirt off and crawled after her. He lay down next to her, his head propped up on his hand, the fingertips of his other hand trailing up her stomach. "I've been wanting to touch your breasts all night."

"Oh please yes," Emily said, smiling.

Nathan smoothed his hand over her left breast, enjoying the silk of her and the softness, the insistent stand of her nipple in his palm. He leaned down and kissed her right breast, just next to the nipple, then brushed his lips over it lightly. He breathed her scent in again.

Emily whined impatiently and turned herself towards him.

He licked her nipple, and a warm, gentle sweetness filled Emily from the tips of her toes to her head. She held the back of his head, gently, afraid the spell would be broken if she moved too quickly. He leaned over, licked her other breast from the bottom to the top, slowly, softly. She kissed his ear as he sweetened her, bit the lobe gently, and felt his teeth on her nipple. She gasped softly, into his ear, kissed the corner of his jaw. She found his cock with her hand as he turned his face to her to kiss her. She squeezed just as his lips touched hers and she felt the moment turn. She saw his eyes go molten and she smiled and spread her legs.

Emily closed her eyes, felt Nathan's lips on her navel, between her breasts, then she felt the tip of his cock touch her pussy. She grabbed his ass with both hands as he slid into her slowly, filling her. 

"Mmmm," she said, "I've needed this for a long time." She felt a tension fall away that she hadn't been aware of, and she rested like that, still, with him for long moments, just feeling full, feeling Nathan's muscles under his skin, all of them poised to move for her, waiting. He breathed into her ear.

"You are all around me," he said, starting to move slowly, enjoying her heat and moisture, the velvet of her pussy, and the satin of her fingers moving along his back, touching his neck. When the gentleness freshened into frantic desire, her fingers raked his back in time with his grunts, in time with her own squeals and pants. They filled the room with themselves, with their relief and urgency. She wrapped sweat-slicked legs around his back and he pinched her slippery nipple for a short moan and a speeding of her rhythm.

Emily met Nathan's pounding, stroke for stroke, and when he looked her in the eye and pinched her other nipple, she came, hissing and pressing into him. Her orgasm started his, and he shook with it, pulsing into her pussy, and gasping for air.

Emily's legs slid down to rest flat on the damp bed and Nathan stayed in her, softening slowly. He watched her face, fascinated with the freckles on her cheeks, the strand of red hair stuck to the sweat on her face. She was breathing heavily, watching him.

"Am I crushing you?" he said, watching her eyes. He felt her pussy squeeze his cock, a tiny hug.

"Crush me a little more," she said, and welcomed his weight, holding her pressed between the softness of the bed and the hard heat of his body.

----

Jason held Rebecca's hand as they walked lazily down the street. The night was pleasant and they walked in silence for a while. Rebecca looked cute in Emily's mildly oversized clothes, and the idea that they had swapped clothes in the bathroom kept jumping to Jason's mind.

"So..." Jason said.

"Don't ask." Rebecca said, then squeezed his hand quickly. "I'll tell you later, but it makes me mad right now and you don't want me to be mad."

"All right then. We have a problem. We're nerds and we couldn't get kicked out of a pub."

"Mmm. Yes. We need to find a place that we know how to get kicked out of." She stopped walking. "Oh!"

Rebecca was staring across the street, an odd grin on her face. Jason followed her gaze and laughed. "Of course." He kissed her cheek and they ran across the street and into the Public Library.

Rebecca took a deep breath. The smell of the library had always been the entryway into other worlds for her. She smiled. "See anyone you know?" she said, scanning the main study room.

"No. You?"

"No. Come with me," she said, raising her eyebrows mischievously, "to the stacks."

"It's weird how you can make that sound like a dirty word."

Rebecca winked at him and led him to a shelf of badly worn paperbacks with pink and red spines. She stood, looking fondly at the battered books. "This is where I learned to masturbate."

"Seriously?" Jason goggled at her. "Here?"

"Well," she said, waving her hand, "I practiced in my room, but this is where I learned." She touched the shelf with her finger. "I was too embarrassed to check any of these out, so I would just grab a few, go over to a study cubicle, and read them there."

"Honestly," Jason said, "that's the hottest thing."

"Ugh, I know," she said, looking at the cubicles. "I'm amazed you can't see giant pink clouds of sexual frustration floating over those cubes."

Rebecca picked three books off the shelf and handed them to Jason. "Come on," she said, "I'll show you."

Jason sat in a cubicle and Rebecca pulled a chair over from the next cubicle and sat next to him. Rebecca took one of the books, "Tangerine Seduction," and flipped through it quickly, scanning for something.

"You've read that?"

"Read it?" she said, not taking her eyes off the pages, "Oh yes. Pretty much memorized some parts." Then, as an afterthought, she said, "It was a long time ago. Listen."

"Cassandra blushed, wondering what Tristan would think of her now," Rebecca read out loud, putting on a breathy tone, "what he would think of her alabaster fingers stroking her secret place, making circles of tingles. His eyes would narrow with desire, she knew, the way they did when she caught him looking in on her from the garden, his muscular torso shining with the sun on his sweat. She pressed around her little clitoris, and gasped, remembering the bulge in Tristan's pants, and wondering what that bulge would feel like in her small hand."

"Steamy," Jason said, thinking the girl in front of him in the tank top and leather jacket could put any Cassandra to shame.

"So I sat here, reading and squirming on my chair, trying to remember every single thing she did so I could go home and try it myself."

"And..."

"Oh, it works. Then I started inventing new things, you know."

"Actually, I don't know..."

Rebecca looked into his eyes, amused. "Ten fingers can do a whole lot of different things. Then there's bedding, kitchen implements, costume jewelry, appliances, garden tools... you get the idea. Didn't you ever try stuff?"

Jason shrugged. "I have three main grips, and three positions- standing, sitting, laying down. That's, what? Nine possible combinations."

"We have a lot of stuff to try then," she said, and she sat on his lap, facing him. She picked up another book and handed it to him. "You read now. Page 78, start at the last paragraph."

"You really know this one," Jason said, grinning, but he started reading when he saw the look on Rebecca's face. "Chelsea sat on Gregory's lap," Jason started, and stopped when Rebecca wiggled against him. This was going to be distracting. He started over. "Chelsea sat on Gregory's lap, running her manicured finger along his jawline. She licked her lips..."

Rebecca was doing each thing he read, her finger on his jaw, her tongue licking her lips. She touched his lips with her finger. "Go on. We're never going to get kicked out at this rate."

"She licked her lips and kissed his cheek, softly, tentatively, hoping nobody would notice, hoping everyone would see. Suddenly, she just didn't care any more. She..."

Rebecca was all over him, her tongue slipping across his, her hair falling across both their faces. She crushed his lips with hers, his shirt in her fist, pulling him up to meet her mouth. She moaned and broke away briefly, her lips red and a little swollen. "Come on, get your hands under this coat," she said, breathlessly, and kissed him again.

Jason ran his hands up her back, under the coat, under the tank top and she laughed. She stopped laughing when he moved his hands to her front, caressing. She rocked a little against his erection with a quick look around to see if anyone was coming, then started pressing against him in earnest. She rocked into him, over and over. She kissed him again and he pinched her nipple, making her squeal into his mouth. She was speeding up, and she felt Jason trying to slip his hand into her shorts, and then his finger was searching for her clit, he brushed across it, finally, and Rebecca felt a jolt...

"Break it up!" the library security guard spat, poking Jason with a nightstick.

"Oh shit!" Rebecca said, panting into Jason's shoulder.

"I'm going to have to ask you two to leave. This is a public building..."

The guard kept talking. Jason pulled his right hand out of Rebecca's shorts, but his left hand was still covering her breast. He pinched her nipple lightly, rhythmically as he nodded to whatever the guard was saying. He felt her mound pressing into him, her face still hidden in his shoulder.

"So out with you and go home. It's a school night." The guard poked Jason again with the nightstick and crossed his arms.

Jason pinched softly, pinched again. Rebecca's breath was hot in his ear.

"Well?" The guard was getting his nightstick out again.

"Okay. Just give us a second. We're just doing a school project here and we're almost done."

"School project my ass." The guard kept getting louder. "You'll leave now if I have to drag you to the door myself." He grabbed Jason's arm.

Rebecca stood suddenly and rounded on the guard. "Don't touch him!" she yelled, pushing him in the center of the chest. He took two steps back in surprise. "Jason, let's go. Now." She grabbed Jason's hand and ran. He followed her, stumbling out of the library. When they got to the sidewalk, she turned to Jason and smiled sweetly. "I think we get credit for that one," she said, touching his erection through his pants, then she bit her lip. "And... I think I got gooey on you.

Jason looked down and saw a darker black spot where she had been humping him. He laughed. "I wondered why you yanked me out of there so fast."

"That," she said, grinning, "and if you're going to get handcuffed, I want to be the one to do it." She took a deep breath and looked up and down the street. "You almost made me come while that asshole was talking to us."

"That pink cloud of sexual frustration just got several shades darker," Jason said, taking her hand, "and it's going to follow me home."

"Do you think I'm done with you? You didn't get to drink your beer, and then you didn't get to get off. A disappointing date, I'd say."

Jason shrugged and grinned. "There was the little black dress, and you looked amazing in it. You almost rubbed a hole in my pants, and we probably got Emily out of your apartment for the night. Besides," he put his arm around her, "you don't put out on the first date."

Rebecca punched his arm, hard, and let him take her home.