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Primrose High Ch. 01

By: PrimroseWriter



This story is a prelude to a longer story I'm writing. It's the first erotica piece I've decided to write down. I have a story outlined and drafted but I wanted opinions, ideas and suggestions before I continue. Any ideas in the comments will be considered so please give me your feedback. All comments and critiques are welcome. If I get positive feedback you'll be getting a lot more very soon. While the first part mostly is establishing the background for the story I think you can see where I'm plan to go and I hope that you'll be looking forward to more. 

All characters are over 18. 

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You can't go home again. Or, perhaps more accurately, you shouldn't go home again. Josh had no choice in the matter though, and no nostalgia for home or family; the absent mother, the cruel and dismissive sister, the family that had, quite literally, abandoned him. Almost two years of his life had been wasted thanks to them, two years of his life because the people who were supposed to be on his side wouldn't back him up. Now the prodigal son was returning and there was no welcome or fanfare, only his sister waiting at the bus stop texting in her car. She didn't look up as he tugged open the door

"About time you you go here, idiot."

"Thanks Beth, I'm sorry I couldn't make the bus run any faster. Good to see you too. I can see that you managed not to gain any more weight. "

"Yeah, well because of you I had to cancel a night out with Meg, all because mom couldn't bother to pick up her own delinquent crotch fruit."

Josh put on an insincere smile, "The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree. I had to ride that bus for 6 hours without anything to eat."

"Like I give a shit. They may have let you out but I still think you're defective. You could have done us all a favor and just left. You're 18, what's stopping you? I could have had your room. Instead I get to 'take care' of you while mom is away." 

Nothing stopping him but a lack of a diploma, money, a job, hell, any options. Josh though. "I'm such a disappointment, I know it." He said, "At least mom has one child that's a super hero, Beth Herman," Josh puffed out his chest and shouted in a dramatic voice, "Super sen..." Josh's bellow was cut off as Beth's fist slammed into his stomach. Josh wheezed, turning to the window to not show Beth the tears that welled up in his eyes. 

The ride home was long and the music loud. Neither of them talked. 

Josh had taken some small comfort while he was away when he heard that Beth had failed and been forced to repeat her senior year. Josh stared out the window and imagined Beth as Super Senior, the 19 year old with the power to repeat her senior year, the amazing ability to be mediocre and somehow still feel superior to her brother and be favored by their mother. Josh had always been the smart one and Beth had always been the one to torment him. His mom would say Beth was just jealous, as if that was supposed to make Josh feel better.

The house was empty when the two arrived home. Beth marched into the house and slammed the door. Josh stood in the cool September evening air and sighed. There were no lights on, there was only Beth's car in the driveway. 

"Welcome home," Josh whispered to himself. 

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The Delinquent, the word seemed to deserve a capital letter in Josh's mind, now had the special privilege of going to a new private school. People had told him that it was because his mother only wanted the best for him, but Josh was sure it was to put him somewhere out of sight and hide the family freak. It didn't help that a brief web search showed that the school had been founded as a school for, "...turning difficult, troubled adolescents into model citizens." In the last year there was some small press about happy parents and faculty surprised at the results. The a member of the state board of education had mentioned interest in evaluating the school's methods later this year for wider implementation, though their FAQ mentioned that so far only students that were 18 or older were accepted due to the nature of their unconventional rehabilitation program. This didn't prove a problem for enrollment due to the likelihood of its target clientele likely not being on track to finish their education in the normal amount of time. 

Josh was sure to his mother it sounded delightful. He wouldn't know, he had not spoken to her in one year, six months, seventeen days and it seemed neither of them was going to break the running streak. To Josh, however, the school was a nightmare. He had never felt like a rebel or particularly controversial, not until he came to Primrose School for the Betterment of Tomorrow. In his old school what seemed like a lifetime ago he'd been 'normal' whatever that may be, maybe a bit of a prep, he begrudgingly admitted to himself. He'd taken AP classes, none of his shirts praised Satan, his hair was the color he'd been born with; you know, normal. He was 18 and, he thought, a mature young man, not the kind of teenager that old men would shake their cane at and call a punk, or scallywag, or whatever they yelled at kids. And yet he felt like the most bizarre of the bizarre, despite the group he had entered the school with. 

It was the start of a new school year and Josh wasn't the only student who was nervous and didn't fit in.The other kids wouldn't look out of place in any other high school but here the piercings and tight clothes practically screamed for attention. Together the group of kids sat in the main lobby and waited for their tour guide, a chipper young guy with a baby face and slicked, shining, lacquered hair. No one listened to a thing he said. 

From the moment Beth dropped him off something seemed off. Everything was too neat, the halls too quiet between bells, the bathrooms lacking any graffiti at all. Josh had seen kids putting their trash from lunch in the right recycling bins. If anything should have made his skin crawl it should have been flickering lights, litter strewn halls, students dragging machetes along the floor, not eco conscious, well dressed kids.

Maybe it was the khakis. For some reason everything was tan. Sand, wheat, beige, egg shell; it made his skin crawl. Maybe it was a cult? Perhaps a clandestine splinter group of radical Mormons set out to indoctrinate the next generation. Just as likely it was brainslugs or lizard people or the Illuminati. If one of the faculty peeled back their face to scratch their scales Josh wouldn't have been surprised. Scared, yes, but not shocked. 

It was his third day at Primrose High and Josh was feeling less comfortable, not more. He had caught himself putting on a button up shirt and a little more effort into his hair than the usual amount, which was none. He wasn't the only one. The second day most of the new recruits' clothes had been more moderate and none of them had been told a thing. A few of the new students still refused to buckle to the silent, overwhelming peer pressure. As Josh got out of the car and started through the milling crowd he caught a glimpse of one of them through the crowd.

Three days in and one girl still stood out. Bethany, disturbingly the same name as his sister, stole the show. Probably soft rock should be playing now, Josh thought, a slow motion montage of Bethany's glorious exit from the provided transportation. Her hair was bleached platinum, cut short in a pixie cut and the ends neon pink, dark brown roots showed along her hairline. She had maybe a hint of Pacific islander to her features that gave her a warm copper glow and tilted her dark eyes just a bit. She was tall, slim, and her tattered ancient jeans showed more of her long legs than they covered. Her tank top hid nothing, managing to be loose and cling at the same time. Josh strained to see through the milling students as Bethany hopped down from the bus and hoisted her bag onto her shoulders. The neckline of her shirt swung almost low enough to see everything as she bent forward. As she stood the thin white fabric stretched tight across her chest and display her hard nipples. For just a moment a hint of dark brown peeked over the top of her shirt before hiding away as she readjusted her bag. Her shirt read Free Pussy Riot. Bethany caught Josh's eye as he stared at her. She smiled and winked at him. Josh grinned and winked back. 

A year ago he'd have gulped and blushed and stammered. What he'd been through had at least taught him a little confidence. Somehow, despite his best effort, he didn't manage to bump into her all day.

Later that day the moment of thrilling promise was no comfort. Walking between classes Josh's heart was pounding in his chest and he wanted to bolt. Being late to class seemed the obvious thing to do but the empty, immaculate halls made him even more nervous. Faced with the sea of helpful, consoling looks when he lamely mumbled about getting lost he worried he'd made a mistake.

When they assigned him a guide he'd known it in the pit of his stomach. When he saw her, he felt a sliver of doubt. Christie could have been quite lovely to look. Her long blond hair was, unfortunately, tied severely up in a bun. Her wardrobe left this a mystery but Josh felt she had a good figure under the baggy cardigan and calf length skirt. She could have been a dowdy 80 year old woman with that ensemble. Or Amish. She did have a face though. Brilliant green eyes, a perfect smile and a dainty nose. 

She'd told him that she'd be with him throughout the week, that she was supposed to help him be comfortable, to make him feel welcome, to help him with whatever he needed. She was so earnest that any crude jokes withered and died. 

"Primrose is just the best. We're all so clean. We want to be the best us." Christie said, smiling. That same slogan was slapped on more than a few signs. Every ten feet, neatly taped, was a colorful memo reminding students that they should behave, tuck in their shirt, be considerate. It was like a Communist wet dream; Kim, Stalin and Mao would have cried with joy at the sterile, uniform perfection. Christie started walking, smiling and gesturing for him to follow. His own little shepherd. Someone had given her a copy of his schedule. 

"What grade are you?" Josh asked.

"I'm a senior."

The silence stretched and Christie showed no sign of intending to break it. Josh began to squirm. "That's a nice broach." He lied. Even his grandmother would have thought the cartoonish metal blob too old-lady for her.

The smile never left Christie's face, though it went up a Watt or two. "Thank you! It was for my 19th birthday. Nikki gave it to me."

"She's your grandmother, sister, girlfriend?"

Christie's smile strained a bit and her step faltered, she laughed, "Silly! Good girls don't like girls! No Ms. Willis is our new guidance counselor. I wish she'd been here for my whole high school career, she's helped me so much. A year ago things were so different, now it's so clean here and we all try to be our best."

"I've heard."

Christie stopped, stepping in front of him. "Josh," she said cheerfully, "I think you should meet her, you'd really like Ms Willis. She'd open your eyes and show you just how good you can be."

The hairs on Josh's neck rose. "I think I should wait. I want to spend some more time at the school on my own. I want to be able to tell her my independent opinion when we do meet."

Christie nodded slowly, "That makes sense only... Independence isn't a virtue, you know, we're all in this together!" I glanced over her shoulder and in 60 point Arial the wall shouted the same slogan in unison. The sliver of doubt that Josh had felt early plunged into his heart. 

For the first time in his life Josh knew true terror.

Primrose High Ch. 02



This is the second chapter of Primrose High, a multi part story that will take at least five installments to complete. To avoid confusion I would recommend that you start reading with Chapter 1. 

With the first two parts of this story I'm trying to have a strong focus on characterization, build up and foreshadowing, as well as (what I hope to be) a somewhat compelling and interesting plot. I'm hoping that the backstory and interactions of the characters will make future story events more impactful, instead of jumping straight into the screwing. 

See my comments at the end of the post for thanks and plans for the next installment. I hope you enjoy reading. 

All characters are over 18. 

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"Why did you first want to get to know me, Josh?"

"I thought you were hot."

Bethany sighed over her lunch, unimpressed. Or cold. The picnic table was metal, the season fall, and the breeze had decided to join them. "If you want to play it like that there's plenty of other guys who want to get with the easy girl."

Josh shook his head slowly and said in a low tone, "Were, not are." The two glanced around them. Outside the wide cafeteria windows there were several picnic tables, empty save one. There was no one to hear for meters around but the risk of someone, anyone, overhearing seemed too high. A week into their new school year and the amount of metal in the new admissions' faces and the hemlines had dropped noticeably; both had an inverse relation to the height of neck lines. Math humor was as dry as their math class, but despite the jokes it seemed like the new crop of students were dropping like flies. 

Bethany cautiously pointed at one of the plastic hair Ken doll look alikes framed by the school windows, "Last week he tried to grope me on the bus, he made some lame joke about asking if my shirt meant the pussy was free. Everyone stood up for me and shamed him until he sat down. It was nice to have people stand up for me, but..." Bethany shivered, but not from the cold, and pulled her jacket closer. "They were all in unison, like some creepy children of the corn, but the weirdest thing? They weren't even mad. They were smiling. And that guy? He was terrified, and look at him now. The gauges in his ears are gone and I can't even see the holes. I didn't even learn his name."

"He's not dead. You know you could still find that out."

"I know that, assho..." Bethany cleared her throat as she caught herself. Her mouth was a rictus as she spoke, "That's assuming he's still the same person, you jerk. One day he's trying to grope me and the next day he's posing for Ralph Lauren. "

Josh nodded, even his false bravado was wearing thin. Two weeks and the goths, punks, rockabillies and all the rest were heading one by one to the local outlet store to trade in their clothes for nice, well pressed khakis and polos. "I wish I understood it, Bethany. And I wish I weren't so scared. I hate to admit it, I hate it, but if only the school was pushy, shoving pamphlets at us, or if we saw some hint of rebellion or irony in the other students, but I don't think the groper is the kind of guy capable of that."

Bethany nodded staring down firmly at her food. "Let's talk about something else. You didn't answer my question earlier. And isn't that your sister's name? It creeps me out, like you're some hillbilly from Bumblef..." She caught herself again; they may not want to admit it, but they were being affected too. 

Josh stood and draped his jacket around Bethany's quivering shoulders. "That is my sister's name, but I call her Beth so it's only a little incestuous."

"You're evading, Josh, as my therapist used to say. Tell me why you first wanted to hang out with me, or I swear I'm going to pull out a floor length skirt and do my hair up in a bun."

Josh sighed, trying not to shake noticeably from the cold, "You were hot, I'll admit that was why I wanted to at first. Hey, wait, I'm not done," Josh said, gesturing for Bethany not to get up."But, I also saw that you pretending."

Bethany arched an eyebrow.

"I'm serious, you never talk about anything remotely sexual, you make a point not to touch anyone in any way, you're always adjusting your clothes, and not to show more, you're always stiff, trying to remember not to slouch, and honestly, you don't flirt for a second. You were interesting. I think you're the same as me, and that neither of us belong here."

Bethany shook her head, "No one does, this place is a freak show."

"You know what I mean, I don't think you deserve the reputation you're trying to create."

"You don't think I'm a slut?" Bethany asked pointedly.

"No."

Bethany pulled up the hood and shook her head so her short bangs hung in front of her face, "I think you're an idiot. Possibly. Either you're playing the long con, or you're sincere."

"And when will you know which it is?"

"You'll know when I decide. And no one but my father calls me Bethany, please call me Imee."

Josh did his best to keep his face neutral, but the smile still managed to creep in at the corners of his mouth. As they got up at the sound of the bell Josh thought, just maybe, that under the shadows of Imee's hood he could see the hint of a smile there too. 

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Since the start of the school year--two weeks or a lifetime ago--Josh and Imee had shared classes. With the school's block scheduling and the small number of students two of their four daily classes overlapped. Besides the very calm, very uneventful lessons Josh had decided to also brave the bus. The list of reasons was long: Beth was unbearable, which was a given; also with how the school was, being the dork riding the bus meant nothing, and most importantly, Imee was on the same bus route. 

They'd sat together in the mornings, huddled together for protection from the cold and the very nice, very sincere students. Though they were careful not to sit too close or be called out for unacceptable behavior. 

It was Friday again and finally a chance to escape their new prison. The first weekend had felt like waking from a bad dream. Then on Sunday night reality set in that, no, this was the new normal. Primrose was no going to disappear and vanish.

The weather had turned cold, wet and miserable. Josh's stop was 30 minutes before Imee's. She had stayed on, riding to her home before walking back to his house; getting off at the same stop seemed too risky. Josh was now waited, staring at the unfinished ceiling of the basement, trying not to think of anything important. During his time away Josh's old room had been turned into a study and he had turned into a mole man, living in the basement. At least the unfinished basement was quiet and after some contemplation he had figured out which below-ground dwelling outcast he was. Josh decided that he was the Phantom of the Opera, roaming the depths to emerge from underground and snatch away fair maidens using only his silver tongue. Josh laughed, picturing himself seducing Imee with an overly dramatic song. 

"Laughing alone in a dark basement is really, really fucking creepy, I'll have you know."

Josh smiled broadly, looking up the stairs that lead back up into the house. "Hi."

"Hi yourself." Imee bounced loudly down the creaking steps into the basement. "God it's cold out there! It just had to start pouring as soon as I got off the bus. Can I used your drier? I'm soaked." Imee's hair clung to her forehead and drops of cold, fall rain ran down her flushed cheeks. Despite it all she still managed to look stunning.

Josh sighed dramatically, "Yeah, I guess... It's no problem, really. The basket on the top is clean. You can wear anything of mine that you want until your clothes are dry."

Imee's teeth chattered. "Thanks, I really appreciate it. Are we cool hanging out down here? I'm not going to get you in trouble with your parents, am I?" Imee started to pull off her shirt, stopped and twirled her finger and Josh obediently turned to face the wall. 

"My sister won't be home until late, she works after school at KFC and she's not off until nine. My mother is away on business for the foreseeable future, at least another few weeks. I'm not supposed to have anyone over, and Beth will not do me any favors, so..." 

"Good to know. I understand, I'll scurry out a window if I need to." There was a wet squelching noise and metal bong as a piece of Bethany's clothes plopped into the drier. 

"Did you hear that they're planning to separate girls and boys into separate classes so that there would be no, 'distracting influences,'?" Josh called over his shoulder. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Imee yelled angrily, something heavy and wet plopped on the floor. 

"I know." Josh sighed watching the abstract shadows of Imee dancing on the walls and boxes on the far side of the room and tried not to fantasize. At least not too much. "I don't know what's going on. There are probably plans by the Gulag to build lovely camps in the back of the school for beneficial exercise in the refreshing winter air."

"I don't like this at all." For a long while neither of them spoke. The silence was broken only by the rustling sound of fabric, then there was silence. Josh turned slowly. "Imee?..." She was standing with her side to him examining a pair of sweatpants and wearing nothing. Her copper legs were thin and long, but curved with liquid flowing calves and smooth thighs. There was a wisp that he could see from the side that hinted at a dainty, dark bush. Faint tan lines traced up over her hips and then curved to caress her small, tight ass, which was round and high like her breasts. Imee's breasts were dusted with goosebumps and her nipples were dark, small, and very hard. Imee glanced up and their eyes met. Quickly she turned away and covered herself. Josh coughed and turned back sharply. "Sorry! I didn't mean to peak, I thought you were done."

Josh heard the sigh of cloth on skin and then footsteps as Imee walked towards him. She wrapped his arms around his neck and her wet hair tickled his ear, as did her lips. She whispered to him as softly as her lips brushing his ear, "You passed." 

"Wait, were you testing me?" 

Imee recoiled away as if she'd been slapped. She covered her chest defensively with a faded shirt as he turned to face her, "No! Well, yes. I'm sorry, please, please don't be mad. I just, I'm not good at this. I'm not... You're right, I'm not how I dress. I wanted to be sure that's not what you wanted. I hate mind games but I needed to know you wouldn't try to take advantage of me."

"I understand, I guess. It's okay, I didn't mean anything by it." Josh felt his chest flutter at the look of relief that washed over her face. Imee's smile was brilliant. Shyly Imee dropped her hands, baring her small breasts. 

"...I thought you didn't want me to look." Josh said, unsure, turning away slowly while his eyes lingered on Imee's bare skin. 

"I did, I do. This peek is for free, so make sure it counts." Josh turned back to face Imee. She was breathing hard, standing there in only a worn pair of sweatpants, as Josh's eyes slowly moved over her. She winked as she slowly, slowly pulled the faded sweatshirt over her head. She had the body of an athlete; her breasts were small and perfect, as were her nipples which were dark and delicate. The shirt slid over them, and down over her tight, flat stomach, around her slim waist. The sweatpants she was wearing were too small in all the right ways and hung low on her hips, a wisp of her pubic hair brushed the too loose elastic band. Josh followed the lines of her stomach as they slid deliciously below the waistband until they disappeared as the old sweatshirt that he had once loved, and now hated, hid them away.

"God you're beautiful." Josh said, trying to not to sound hoarse.

When Imee's head popped out of the the sweatshirt she was blushing just a little. "As long as all you need is a mouthful, I guess. I'm way too gangly. I'm like a bag of coat hangers." She turned and fell heavily next to him on the couch, rubbing a towel through her damp hair. "Keep it up Casanova, flattery will get you far. I'm glad you're calling me Imee. Because really, I'm in your house, probably wearing your sister's clothes. I'd be worried you really are one of those sister fucking hillfolk." 

"It's my pleasure. What type of name is that?"

"A middle name, and my grandmother's. Dad wanted a good old fashioned American name, mom wanted something from her family. I want to avoid being my father's daughter as much as possible. But now we're getting into my baggage when we could be doing something more fun," Imee leaned in and gave Josh a delicate peck on the cheek as she inched closer and put his arm around her. "You saw my boobs, tiny though they are, I think you can take the next big step and cuddle with me a little." Imee yawned, "All this mushy bonding stuff is great, but do you have any ideas on what we can do about Primrose?"

Josh nodded and pulled out his laptop. "I've already been doing some investigating. There's not too much, but there's some." The articles from four to five years ago were sparse and short. A small, unknown reform school didn't draw much press. The few articles Josh had found were rather harsh reviews in small conservative blogs and newsletters. They did hint at internal problems at Primrose; budget difficulties, poor enrollment, low satisfaction and high recidivism. Then, a year ago, something changed. The transformation in students was miraculous and the local paper had a piece from parents saying how their troubled children had turned around and were now model citizens and happy people. A follow up to the newsbyte on the Primrose homepage mentioned again the member of the state board of education's interest in the school's revolutionary teaching method. 

Though there was no reason a long time hire, or a group or people for that matter, couldn't have been responsible hiring dates of staff made a couple faculty suspicious. Nichole Willis, guidance counselor, and Katie McTigue, health instructor. Josh and Imee spent a long night looking up the class and faculty rosters. Most had only a few entries on professional networking sites or mentions in previous schools or college newspapers. After hours of searching they hadn't found any concrete information on Ms Willis; the few possible matches were far from certain. Well after midnight Imee threw up her arms. "Yes!"

Josh jerked awake, "What did you find?"

"I don't think it's just the students that are going through this initiation thing. It may be at least some of the teachers too. I found something on Ms. McTigue." 

"The one that was hired a little before Willis? 

"Yeah, tiny redhead, hair always pulled back? That's the one. She was hired about a year and a half ago, six months into their lackluster year and six months before Primrose got really culty. Now, look at this." Imee showed him the minor news scandal in a local paper on the other side of the country. Katherine, or Katie McTigue, had been a teacher at another high school and had been fired over an incident involving a post by her on Facebook; something offensive and sexual, the article mentioned. The author went on to quote Ms McTigue as saying in the post that she, "...wanted to give some of her students a good spanking".

"Okay..." Josh said, unsure.

"This is the good part." Imee said, grinning, "The picture wasn't in the article, but I looked around and I found a mirror on some kid's blog that was in her class. The comment in the article was attached to this picture."

Imee switched to another tab and Josh's jaw dropped. "Woah." He said, staring.

"Hey, keep staring like that and you might make me jealous." Imee winked as she poked Josh in the side. Ms McTigue almost looked like a different person. Her wavy red hair spilled down around her shoulders, parting and breaking like waves over the tops of her breasts before sliding on down out of the picture. She was holding her thick librarian glasses and chewing on one end suggestively. The dress she was wearing was tiny, tight, leather, and not school appropriate. The deep maroon leather was cut low and showed off and framed her breasts stunningly, pushing them up into mountains of cleavage. Held between her breasts she had a red Sharpie. "Bad girl," was written across her breasts in red marker. 

"That's her?!" Josh exclaimed. 

"Oh yeah, 100% sure. Apparently that was meant to be a private message to her boyfriend or something and she made a mistake and posted it publicly. Some students copied and spread the picture around before she could delete the post. There was a long investigation and they couldn't find any inappropriate behavior between her and her students, but the teacher's union had a hard time backing her, considering the picture and what she said. The school didn't fire her, but she was forced to resign. There's almost no activity online from her for a year or two then she shows up at Primrose. I can't find any posts by her not long after that."

"What do you think it means?"

Imee shrugged, "I have no idea. But, that woman," she pointed at the picture, "is Jessica Rabbit. She's ridiculously hot and pure sex. Hell, I'd do her in a heartbeat. And you can lower that eyebrow. Don't lie, you would too, given the chance. But look at her now. She's what, a double D here, maybe bigger? And I saw older pictures of her with students, I found picture with her students not long after she resigned in her support and she still looked like a teacher, nothing outlandish, but fashionable and fun, if sad. She must have had something done, she can't be more than an B now. I can understand toning back how you dress after something like that happened, but not surgery. And now she dress like a granny and is so... Primrose, I guess. Can I say something crazy?"

"Imee, we've been living in crazy for weeks. I'm all ears."

"Do you think they're brainwashing students?"

Josh opened his mouth and started to shake his head and then shrugged. "Sure, I'm not going to reject that." 

They looked at each other lit only by the blue glare of the laptop screen, and the shimmering red of Ms McTigue's former self. "It's really late, Josh, almost three. Do you mind if I stay here?"

"Of course not!" Josh flinched, realizing how overeager he'd sounded. "You can have the couch, bed, pullout. Whatever. I'll get a sleeping bag or something and take the floor." 

Imee shook her head, "I'll take the floor, I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed."

Together they pulled the couch out, wincing at how loud the springs and hinges screeched, and collected spare blankets from old boxes. There were no moths, though some corners had been gnawed by mice in years past and all the blankets smelling faintly of age and disuse. 

"You're sure about this?" Josh asked, sitting in bed.

The pile of blankets on the floor shifted as Imee's head emerged from under the edge of a quilt. "I kind of like it, I never lived anywhere long enough to have boxes hidden away. Everything always smelled clean. This feels homey. It's nice. Plus I feel like a hamster, which is also nice."

Josh laughed as Imee nibbled at an invisible cracker, "If you say so. Goodnight, Imee."

"Good night Josh." Josh pulled a string and the lights went out. "Thank you for this." 

"That's what friends are for." Josh said, yawning. In the dark Josh could hear a sniff, and then another. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm just happy, is all. Don't worry about me." The bed sagged and groaned. "And I changed my mind."

"You decided you're kicking me out of bed?" Josh asked, scooting to the side as Imee slid under the blankets. 

"No, but if I was I would be doing you a favor, this thing is ancient. I just want," Imee faltered. "Just, hold me."

Josh wrapped his arm around Imee, ignoring the wetness of the tears on her cheek and they held each other like they were in a storm and any moment one of them could be swept away. 




Primrose High Ch. 02



They talked for a long time, holding hands, Josh's arm around Imee. The conversation moved from their favorite bands, to what movies they liked, to stories about their family. Reluctantly, and very slowly and deliberately Imee began to the tell the story of her childhood. She had been a child of a Navy officer stationed in the Philippines. He'd married a local woman and taken her and their new child with him when his post was moved. They had traveled a lot as her father received new assignments and so Imee had never had much for friends growing up and even less love interests. The travel and the work took a toll on the family and her mother had left them to return home when Imee was still too young to remember much. Her father raised her, strict but distant and so Imee had learned how to treat her school friends. They were temporary acquaintances and thus kept at a safe distance; better to have no close friends than lose someone you cared about. She'd done well in school, homeschooling mostly, but in her teen years she'd wanted more of a social life and had convinced her father that she should go to high school. She'd made some friends, slowly found her feet in the new social life and when she had just turned 16 she'd taken the big step of going to a party with another Navy brat. 

Imee stiffened as she told Josh about how, after a long night of drinking when they were alone, she'd said no he had grabbed her and shoved her down. "It took me a long time to think of it as attempted rape. Some other people at the party heard me and came into the room, so nothing happened; he never hurt me, at least not physically. There was an investigation by the Navy though. They blamed me, the boy and his father, they called me a slut and said I'd come onto the kid and then tried to spin it to blame their innocent boy. The other officer outranked my dad or had powerful friends or something. My dad, he just stood there, didn't say a thing. He dad didn't back me up when I said that the kid had attacked me. The kid's dad ranted at me while I cried and then, at the end, my dad said it must have been true. My father cared more about his rank and kissing ass to further his career than his daughter. And that was that. No more investigation, no charges, no record. The whole thing was dropped like it never happened."

"What a piece of shit. I'd kill that kid."

"I appreciate you saying that, but I'm not mad anymore, you don't need to protect me from him. It was a few years ago and it seems more like a lifetime. I don't even cry anymore when I talk about it. I think I cried it all out the first couple years. I tried to drop out my senior year, did everything I could to make my dad miserable. I wore the sluttiest clothes, found the worst friends, lied and lied to my therapist, made myself miserable trying to punish my dad. The therapist did make me think, though. I guess that means it wasn't a total waste of money, which is a shame. I think it was that I was that if I dressed like a bimbo people would treat me like a bimbo. And if you do it intentionally it doesn't hurt too much, because people are doing exactly what you want them too. They underestimate you, it puts them off balance. I never admitted that to anyone, not even to my therapist. So, dad sent me here to this school for sluts and psychos and druggies and weirdos hoping to wash the stain from his exemplary record. Which I guess is just what I wanted."

"You didn't want that and you didn't deserve that. You don't have to deal with that you know, you don't have to live by his rules."

"I know I was just hurting myself, I figured that out after a while. I just kept doing it because it seemed like the thing to do. My dad couldn't even see me here; he put me up in small flat while he's assigned elsewhere. I just dressed like I did hoping that I'd get kicked out of this school too, maybe waste some more of daddy's money and time. Nope. All in all an excellent plan that has gotten me into a weird cult, almost. As far as running away, I have no work experience and honestly I'm scared of being on my own. Right now at least I have food and a roof, a maid, who is a spy I'm sure. But I have the illusion of freedom and privacy. I did some really bad things my after they dropped the investigation and my dad called in favors to not have me arrested. The condition was that I finish a year at a reform school. I don't think I can just get up and leave without consequences."

Josh shifted, resting his cheek against Imee's soft hair. He stroked her head softly. She felt so small curled into a ball, tucked under his arm. "You're really amazing." Josh couldn't see her face, but from the way that she nestled closer and the tone of her voice as they switched to light things he could tell she was smiling.

Finally, after long hours, the conversation petered out. It seemed like they had just closed their eyes when the sun came through the window. The pipes overhead gurgled and banged. 

"Saturday morning." Josh groaned. "Kitten's got to cook the chicken."

"Kitten?" Imee yawned.

"My mom called Beth that, still does sometimes. When she was young Beth was crazy about milk. And until she was 5 or so she would shit in the corners."

"That's adorable!" 

"You didn't have to clean it up!"

Imee elbowed Josh, "I bet you didn't either."

"True."

They lay there, staring up at the boards and plywood. "Were we serious about mind control last night, or were we just tired?" Imee asked.

"What do you think now?"

"I feel crazy saying this, but I'm more and more sure that something like that is going on. Maybe they're blackmailing students? Maybe they're doing what they do in cults and just slowly wearing everyone down until you end up with Stockholm Syndrome."

"True, but some students changed completely in just a week."

"I don't know," Imee said, "They could be medicating the more difficult cases too. It's not normal though, whatever it is. I'm not sure it's Ms McTigue, she seems to have changed to be totally in line with Primrose's students. If anything cult leaders usually don't have the rules apply to themselves, and she arrived a while before things seemed to change. The timing seems off. But who knows. From what I can tell Willis is just as proper and uptight, she probably knows something about it, at least."

They spent the day in the basement going from Wikipedia, to crazy fringe conspiracy theory blogs, to articles in the New York Times. There was real, verified research by the CIA during the Cold War on attempts at mind control using LSD. The KGB was rumored to have done lots of crazy and very unethical projects with the same goal, many of which made the plots to Indiana Jones movies seem like they were ripped from real life. There was even an official group in the US military that contracted psychics to track Soviet submarines. None of those projects seemed to have worked and were explained as PR to confuse the enemy, boondoggles or just products of a crazy, desperate, paranoid time period. 

On the less reputable side the conspiracy theorists ranted in 24 point Courier about the plot by American Airways and Delta to spray mind control chemicals from their planes all over America at the behest of the New World Order. Or, if the blogger had a different opinion, they were spraying birth control chemicals. Either blogger may or may not claim the New World Order was: banks/bankers, Jews, alien lizard skin changers (lead by the British Royal Family), that the Jewish bankers who were actually alien lizards (and fractional reserve banking was an extraterrestrial creation), or the Masons. The other theories progressively moved more and more away from the believable into weird occult rituals, alien visitation, bizarre parallel universes and free energy devices that were being kept under wraps by OPEC, the Ford Motor Company and UNICEF. None of it had much to it, it seemed. 

"Look, I'm not so sure about this." Josh said, "What's happening at Primrose probably isn't anything totally new and bizarre. None of the staff seem to have a background in psychology or pharmaceuticals."

"Or voodoo or alien encounters." Imee added.

"Very true. I'm just not convinced."

"We know that people can be brainwashed. Look at the various cults. There was several over the past 30 years that were in the news where large groups of ordinary people sold all their possessions, moved across the country or out of it and then killed themselves. There's 'religions' now, today, that are supposed to use psychological techniques where repetition, sleep deprivation, isolation and other tools are used to break people down until they follow the leaders unquestioningly." Imee rubbed her forehead. "It's possible. We can't say it's not. You can change normal people and make them do strange things."

"Again, all of this takes time and doesn't seem nearly 100% effective. People escape those cults and share what happened all the time."

Imee nodded, "I agree, but there's something we're missing. Maybe there hasn't been enough time for a person to escape Primrose and get to the news. I don't think there's a switch you can flip to change people. Things may not have gotten that bad yet. Peer pressure is pretty strong. I'm wearing skirts for Christ's sake! You were wearing a button down shirt on Friday. We're both giving in because not giving in means we become a target, we stand out. Maybe it's just good old fashioned peer pressure with some new age psychology to wrap it all up."

"I don't know, I guess that makes sense. I..." Josh stopped as he felt Imee's hand. 

"I don't want to think about this anymore Josh." Her hand was sliding slowly up his thigh. "I'm stressed, my head is killing me. We've been sitting six inches from each other for hours. I need something to take my mind off this."

Josh nodded slowly.

"You know I'm not actually like that." Imee stopped.

"I know."

"I'm not just some girl with daddy issues out to fuck with my father."

"I know, Imee."

Imee turned and threw her leg over Josh's lap, she cupped his face in her hands and pulled him in to kiss him gently on the lips. "I like you a lot, Josh."

"I really like you too Imee." 

She smiled down at Josh, still gently cupping his face in her hands. She leaned in and nibbled Josh's ear and whispered breathily, "You should be taking my shirt off now there, big guy." Slowly Josh pulled Imee's sweatshirt off. She squirmed uncomfortably, "They're really small..."

Josh wrapped his arms around Imee, pulled her to him and kissed her small, pert breasts lightly. She grabbed Josh's shirt and pulled it off, tossing it across the room. "Much better."

Josh's lips massaged her nipples as he kissed them. "You're perfect Imee."

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Imee gasped. She arched her back and moaned loudly as Josh flicked his tongue over her nipple. 

"You stop joking and just enjoy it." 

Imee gulped for air and nodded vigorously, "I do, I do! Suck my tits baby, God it makes me so hot! Oh fuck!" She yelled as Josh ran his hand down her tight stomach. His hand slid inside her sweatpants, brushing over her soft bush. Gently he ran his fingertips over her hot slit. 

"You're already soaked. You're so wet baby." Josh pressed gently and his finger slide between Imee's lips and her hot, wet lips. "Do you want me to?"

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, it feel so good," Imee groaned. Her hips started to thrust as Josh ran his fingertip slowly up and down, stroking her inner lips. He pressed gently on her clit, circling her slowly as he nuzzled her neck and kissed behind her ear. 

Imee shook, quaking, her hands grabbing at Josh's shoulders as she ground her hips hard on him. She went limp and collapse on top of him. After a moment she caught her breath and shakily raised herself back up. 

"Did you, did you just cum from me licking your ear?" Josh asked, amazed.

"Maybe... Only a little! Your finger felt so good on my clit and I was already grinding on you and you got me so hot. But yeah, behind my ear is super sensitive. For some reason it it really drives me crazy."

"That was hot, don't be embarrassed!" Josh said, "Where else gets you going?"

"Oh you're a sneaky one." Imee smiled, kissed him and slowly stood up. Josh went to pull down her pants but Imee caught the band of her pants, biting her lip. "Please? Not yet."

"I understand, it's okay. Whenever you're ready."

"I can't believe I called you baby. I'm almost more embarrassed then you finding out about my ear." Imee said, dropping her face into her hands. 

"I don't know, it felt right." 

"It did." Imee said. She smiled and slid down onto the floor, dragging Josh's pants with her. Imee ran her hand down Josh's chest and stomach before lingering on the bulge in his boxers. She ran her hands up and down the inside of her thighs, spreading them wider. "I think I should return the favor." Imee pulled his boxers down and Josh's erection sprang free. "Wow you're big!"

"Average." Josh said, ryely. 

Beth yelled overhead, banging on the door. "Josh, you need to get up here right now. You need to give me a hand with the trash." 

"I'm coming, hold on." Imee and Josh looked at each other apologetically. 

"I'm sorry," Imee whispered, giving Josh's penis a quick kiss. "I don't want to cause trouble. I'll just let myself out."

Josh didn't see Imee the next day. Apparently her maid was at the house cleaning and sneaking away was a no no. They spent the day texting and the night on the phone together, eventually just listening to each other breath. Sunday morning Beth spent the day at home, trapping Josh. It wasn't until Sunday night that they finally could be alone. They met, bundled in coats, walking on the under the streetlights in front of Imee's apartment. 

"Hey baby."

Josh shook his head smiling, "It still sounds weird."

"I feel so stupid saying that, but I like it." Imee walked up to Josh, sliding her arms around him. "We'll just keep the baby talk stuff private." 

"You smell like..."

"I know, I've started a bad habit again. Josh, I have something to tell you."

"Is there something wrong?" Josh held her at an arms length, fingers gripping her shoulders hard. He searched her face as if he could find the answer hidden in her downcast expression. "Is it something I did?"

"No no! Nothing with us. You've been amazing, better than I could have asked for. I, I'm sorry, hold on." Imee pulled away and turned her back to Josh. There was a click and a faint glow. Imee took a shaky breath and exhaled. "I quit smoking a few months ago but stress is just too much. Does this gross you out?" 

"Don't look at me like that, nothing you do could gross me out."

"So much mush!" Imee smiled, taking another drag. She turned and blew the smoke into the wind away from them. "I kept something from you. Not the smoking, I thought I was done with that. I hated it at first, I just did it every time my dad yelled at me to piss him off. Then smoking after he yelled at me made me feel a little better, and then here we are. I'm stalling, I'm sorry. I didn't tell you, but on Friday, I..."

"Imee tell me, please. I'm here for you."

Imee looked up at Josh, arms wrapped tight around herself, cigarette lighting her face with a faint orange glow. "I got a note. I'm supposed to meet with the guidance counselor on Monday."

"No. Not a fucking chance are you going!"

"Josh, I appreciate that but I have to. If I refuse, well, maybe I'm expelled, and then I'm in real trouble that I can't afford."

"I don't want anything to happen to you." They embraced, holding each other tight.

Imee pulled back and looked Josh in the eye, "It won't! We're over thinking this, nothing bad is going to happen in one day, in half an hour even! We're getting too silly about this whole thing. It's going to be fine. I promise."

"I'll make a deal with you. You never asked me why I'm in Primrose."

"I didn't want to pry. I knew you'd tell me when you wanted to."

"You weren't worried I was a murderer?" Josh asked. 

"I'm pretty sure you're not, but if you are I'm willing to look past that, seeing you have other good qualities." Imee glanced down and back up, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"You always make jokes at the worst times."

"Defense mechanism, says the doctor." Imee looked down, the cigarette hanging limply from her lips. "I don't know what else to do but put on a good face and convince myself that we were tired and a little crazy and that there's no way anything so bizarre could be real. I'm terrified, Josh, I'm really deeply afraid. I'm a wimp and I've only ever been in one or two situations that really, really made me scared. Right now? I feel like I'm going to die. I just have to push past that and get out of my own head. Tell me it's going to be okay."

Josh opened his mouth, sighed, and finally, tightly, said, "It's going to be okay."

Imee flicked her cigarette into the wind and threw her arms around Josh's shoulders. She kissed his neck fiercely, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Say it again, please."

"It's going to be okay, Imee. Here's the deal, you come out of that office tomorrow without changing a bit and I'll tell you my story. I'm going to pretend it's very exciting."

"I am far too intrigued by your tale of childhood angst to even contemplate joining a cult." Imee grinned and they kissed, "I hope I don't taste too much like cigarettes." 

"I don't care baby."

"Whoo, got a little emotional there." Imee wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and cleared her throat. "I have to warn you, I am, in fact, a girl despite my best efforts. I'm emotional and sentimental, all that nonsense. Anyway, the plan. I'm going to have my phone in my pocket. I'm not going to be too provocative, but I'm going to record the conversation. I'm sure, somewhere in there, there will be something about accepting Jesus or maybe Satan, or hating brown or gay people, me being a slutty McSkank, whatever. There's no way they can't say something we can't spin to the media. I'll stand in front of the camera and cry and say how mean and unfair and hateful these people are and then we'll walk away from this whole mess. No muss, no fuss, eh?" 

Josh agreed, reluctantly. It made sense. 

They held hands as they snuck into Josh's house. Too tired and nervous to laugh or smile, they didn't glance at each other as they walked through the dark house, down the long flight of stairs. Without a word Josh started to pull off Imee's shirt. 

"Hold on," she whispered quietly and turned out the light. In the darkness they undressed each other and crawled under the blankets on the ancient pullout couch. 

"I'm sorry, Josh. I don't want you to think I'm just leading you on, I just feel sick. At any moment I might scream or throw up or cry. I can't sleep. I just need to feel you hold me. I need to feel anchored to something. You make me feel safe." Josh stroking Imee's hair gently and kissed her lightly on her neck. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her smooth hot skin taking all the chill out of the damp room. They held each other, breaths coming slower as exhaustion overtook them. Neither noticed how the tension eased from them, how slowly they relaxed and their pounding pulses slowed, their eyes drifted closed. 

Morning snuck up on them just as subtly. 

Imee, less so. 

Josh grunted awake, he had dreamed he was having sex. He blinked the sleep from his eyes, glanced to his side at the empty place where Imee had lain, and then down. Imee lay on his legs, her hands wrapped around his morning wood. Slowly she was kissing her way up his shaft. She ran her fingers through his pubes and smiled. The fear was gone from her bright brown eyes, replaced with a mischievous twinkle. "I told you I was sorry to be about not following through and I meant it. I figured I could wake you up with a little something special for you and finally return the favor for being so nice." Josh went to speak and then moaned as she pressed her lips to his tip and slid him into her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring his moans and the hot, thick feeling of his dick in her mouth. Slowly, she started to move up and down, sucking hard, her tongue swirling over his glans as she plunged him back into her mouth, her soft lips encircling his erection. Josh's hip rose to meet her as they thrust all on their own into her hot, wet mouth. Imee stroked her hand up and down his shaft beneath her lips and she fondled his balls gently. Josh writhed, panting and moaning under Imee, he grabbed at the bed and moaned long and low as he felt the wave of pleasure and desire and need rising in him, he fought to hold back as long as possible so this moment might never end. Imee pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop and stroked him up and down, continuing the rhythm, "I want you to cum on my face baby," She moaned softly, "give me your hot cum." She closed eyes and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue.




Primrose High Ch. 02



"Oh fuck!" Josh gasped in a harsh whisper, his face contorting as he lost any last shred of self control. Unable to hold back any longer the wave of pleasure crashed down and he thrust hard against Imee's soft, small hands. Shaking, his eyes rolling back in his head he ejaculated in long, hot spurts. Imee closed her eyes and laughed quietly as it splash across her face. Josh gulped air, finally opening his eyes. 

Imee sat there, still in his hoodie. White strands of thick cum clung to her cheeks. She licked a drop from her lips suggestively and then yelp and winced as she wiped a droplet at her eye. "Goodmorning sunshine," she said, trying to regain the mood.

Josh closed his eyes and flopped back in bed, "Goodmorning." 

"I am not any good at this. Oh geez, I got it on everything. Sorry, I don't have better aim." 

"I could not care any less about that. That was amazing."

"Average." Imee said flatly, wiping the cum from her face with the soiled sweatshirt. She flopped down next to Josh and put her arm around him. "Sorry I didn't do better, I still gag when I try to take it in any deeper. I hope that was good for you. I don't know what you like, if saying things like that is your thing. I feel really self conscious saying that."

"I think the mess on your face says you did pretty fantastic."

Imee grinned and went to kiss him, then paused, "Shower? I don't think you want to kiss me when I'm this spunky." 

Josh nodded, "I'm warning you this will not be the best shower you have ever taken. It will not be sexy, or very much fun."

The shower that was hidden in the back of the basement by the water heater was either boiling or freezing, and often fluctuated wildly and randomly. It was also barely large enough for one person. Josh and Imee laughed and tried to wash, which turned out was easiest when they poured body wash down from overhead and rubbed their bodies together. The cold plastic walls made the both yelp as they bumped into them. They laughed loudly, not caring about a thing in the world but this moment. 

Imee grabbed a towel and wrapped herself as soon as she jumped from the shower. "Look, I really like you, but I'm still shy about all this." 

"Quick peek?" Josh asked, nodding rapidly. "Come on, you're beautiful."

"Oh, fine..." Imee winced, looking away as she threw her towel open, and then rapidly closed it. "I swear I'm going to work on that. As soon as we get back later you can take a good long look." 

Josh grinned, "This is going to be the longest day ever." They dressed in a rush, grabbing clothes from the floor and dancing over the cold, concrete floor. 

Overhead Beth stomped loudly and yelled through the floor, "Idiot, is someone down there with you?" 

"Go cook the chicken, Kitten!" Josh yelled back. 

"I thought so! I hope she has herpes." The door slammed as Beth stormed from the house. 

Josh glanced at Imee and raised an eyebrow.

"No. Keep joking like that and the next time your dick is in my mouth just remember..." Imee clacked her teeth together. Imee grabbed Josh and pulled him in for a kiss, toppling them down onto the couch. "It was really fun. I'm trying not to joke as much too. I really liked doing that." Imee pulled out her phone. "You're making me extremely cheesy, don't laugh but I want to do this. Let's say it's so I don't forget about you." 

They threw their arms around each other, leaned in, and took a picture.

The picture Imee saved on her lock screen was a blur, a close up of the two of them making the ugliest faces possible, and both very, very happy. 

They stood together, holding hands, waiting for the bus. Nothing could touch them now and caring what would be thought or said was as for from their minds as possible. 

The day was slower than Josh had imagined. Painfully, dreadfully slow. Ms McTigue's health class ran on forever. Josh spent a long time trying to picture her in the Jessica Rabbit outfit they'd seen, but it was almost impossible with her ugly glasses, her hair yanked back what looked like painfully tight, and an outfit that had been out of fashion long before it had been donated to a thrift store. Ms McTigue went off lesson, excitedly stopping the powerpoint to tell the class how amazing the human body was. That DNA, found in almost all cells in the body, could give rise to so many different structures and functions and tissues. How the brain and body weren't two things, how they were one. How hormones released by the pituitary system influenced mood, how mood influences the release of hormones that changed the function of the body. A long hug releasing oxytocin which promoted bonding and warm feelings between people--Imee glanced and Josh and then back at the board, grinning--how cortisol, a stress related hormone promoted weight gain, inflammation and other illness. It was shown in studies that a good attitude could promote better healing rates in hospitals, and well trained athletes could mentally overcome physical limitations of their bodies. She went on how genes could be turned on and off, having a child turn into a woman and then turn off when the change was complete, bones lengthening, the body growing and changing, all without outside control. "People often refer to their mind and their body as if you could have one without the other, as if neither influences the other," Ms McTigue said, "But remember they're part of the same whole. Keep both clean and you'll be so much happier." 

Josh and Imee were the only ones to scoff, even inwardly, at the lessons on properness that snuck into all subjects now. The rest of the class nodded in agreement at the sage advice. 

After class Imee and Josh parted ways. Imee looked back over her shoulder and blew Josh a kiss through the crowd of students in the hall, trying as hard as she could to appear confident. 

Josh didn't see her the rest of the day. They didn't share afternoon classes but deep in his gut Josh felt something was wrong. 

In the bathroom he sent her text after text. He told himself she didn't answer because phones were banned on campus and she wasn't able to check yet, she'd had no chance to reply. When her seat on the bus was empty Josh stood up, ready to run back into the school. The driver had already closed the doors and was pulling away. Josh sat back down, left Imee a voicemail begging her to call him and waited.

When the bus pulled up to Josh's stop he was already running before the doors had even fully opened. He threw his backpack into his front yard and sprinted out in front of the bus, across the streets and through his neighbors' yards without a second thought. He didn't stop running until he stood in front of Imee's building. 

Josh stabbed at the number to her apartment, then again and again, panting and leaning on the brick wall. There was no answer. 

Another tenant opened the door to leave and Josh rushed in, shouting over his shoulder that he was a friend of Imee. He yelled up the stairs to her, pounded on the door breathless and panting. He sagged, hands on his knees, wheezing and wincing from the stitch in his side. The lock clicked and the door swung open. 

"Imee!?" 

"Josh! Hey, it's okay, I'm fine! Relax, catch your breath. I talked to Ms Willis and everything is all sorted out. She didn't try to do anything to me, I'm completely fine. Come on, it's okay."

Josh wheezed and hauled himself to his feet, looking up at Imee for the first time since she'd disappeared, blowing him a kiss. "I was so worried that something happened, I tried to call you..."Josh trailed off, staring first in shock, then sorrow. "No, no, Imee..."

"It's okay Josh. Nothing happened. I just had a realization is all. I want to be the best person I can be." Imee smiled sincerely, happily. Her hair was dark brown, and that was enough for Josh to know. "I was awful to try and do such a bad thing to Ms Willis. Plus that phone is distracting and not allowed on school property. I broke it and threw that away. It's okay Josh, don't worry, we can still talk at school."

Josh wheezed, struggling to his feet, "What? Imee, please no, please don't joke. Tell me this is a joke." 

"I would never joke about something as important as that, Josh. Those are the rules. And please call me by my name, it's Bethany.Oh!" She said, suddenly cheerful, "I have something for you." She handed him a small sheet of paper. "I told Ms Willis all about our crazy plans and we agreed it was best if you talk to her as soon as possible to clear the whole thing up. Don't worry, I'll check on you tomorrow and make sure you don't forget. You'll feel so much better after you speak with her. I have to go, there's a lot of stuff I need to finish cleaning out my closet, I was such a bad girl. Good night Josh, see you tomorrow." She smiled and closed the door in his face. Josh went to grab the handle, but the sound of the dead bolt sliding into place made him stop. 

Josh didn't remember how he managed to get back out onto the street. He did remember vomiting into the gutter. He remembered the curses, real curses, curses with weight and power, curses calling on anything and everything, holy or unholy, to bring down destruction and fire and pain for what they'd done, whoever they were. 

Nothing came of it. There was no Faustian bargain struck for all that he had promised to give, no divine choir to answer his pleas, no eldritch power came to his call for vengeance. 

The night outside Josh's home was calm and long, and Josh did not even try to sleep. The next day he went to school and sat next to the new girl who wore Imee's skin so well and felt numb. 

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Tuesday night Josh was sore, tired, and his thighs still burned from the day before. It seemed like forever ago that he had run, screaming up an apartment stairwell. His knuckles still hurt from punching the cinderblock walls. Josh rubbed them idly as he slowly, carefully, made his way down into the basement. 

He'd gone to Willis today. He'd gone in planning to threaten her, maybe beat her until she told him what had happened. Willis, as he'd been told, hadn't done a thing to him. She hadn't strapped Josh to a table, hadn't invoked the name of her dark master or dangled a crystal in front of him. They'd sat and talked, first heated, then calmly. Josh had made his case, Ms Willis explained herself and in the end Josh was impressed. She was very professional. It was all cleared up now. On the bus ride home they'd talked a long time.

Josh smiled as he stooped, wincing like an old man, to scoop up the sheets of notes and printouts that sprinkled the floor of the basement. He carefully gathered up all the research they'd done and slipped it into a folder. 

Waking his laptop Josh opened the folder of links, pictures, PDFs and other files they'd collected on mind control, hypnosis, cults, brainwashing, everything. They'd sorted everything from somewhat reasonable to crazy. Josh selected the folder and hit delete. 

Bethany was fine, he'd been so silly to worry. Josh dropped the folder of papers into the trash. And it was silly to think to think that anything at Primrose could be bad. He was happy now, they both were, him and Bethany. They were glad that they could be new people, better people. It all seemed so simple and easy and relaxing. It was good, feeling this way. Josh was happy as he crawled into bed, falling asleep easily. 

School was so much better the next day. For the first time in a long time Josh felt at peace with himself. Everything was okay. 

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There was the glare of a spotlight, so bright Josh couldn't see. He blinked hard, eyes heavy and unable to focus. He held up his hand and rubbed eyes and forehead trying to wake himself. On his chest his laptop was open and shining in his face. Josh searched his mind trying to figure out what was going on, trying to remember who he was was hard enough, remembering the day seemed impossible. Yesterday was, no that was Wednesday. Was it Friday, night? Yes, Friday, Josh decided. He glanced at clock; it was 3 am exactly. The clock was beeping an alarm at him, an alarm he didn't remembered setting. 

Josh had never walked in his sleep before. It wasn't a dream, he was too sore and irritated for that. Josh went to close the laptop and stopped. On his desktop there was a video file he didn't recognize. It was entitled, "Hello World". He dismissed the thought that it was from Bethany, he'd deleted everything they'd saved, and all his porn, violent games, and anything else that was questionable. He right clicked and the mouse hovered over delete. Josh had been very thorough, there was no good explanation where this had come from. He probably didn't need it.

The curiosity was too much to delete the mystery without looking at it. Josh opened the file, hand hovered and ready to close it if it was something he shouldn't look at. The video was black to start and then a face came into view. Josh sat there, staring at himself. 

"Hello Josh. Hello to me, I guess." The Josh in the video was sitting alone. He looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot and almost manic as he leaned in close and stared into the webcam. "God I hope this works. Shit! I feel so stupid doing this... " Josh watched himself in confusion as his alter ego turned away from the camera and paced what he could now see was the dimly lit basement. Slowly the doppelganger regained some composure and sat down slowly in the chair, ran his hands over his face and blinked hard in an unnervingly familiar way. The Josh in the video locked eyes with the camera and started to speak, "Here we go. If you're watching this video, if you haven't closed it yet and I'm hoping to God that you, I, don't, then that means everything has gone according to plan."

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As I said, chapter two is much longer and more detailed. Thank you for all the positive feedback. The warm reception was a huge motivator to continue. Please share any comments or criticisms you may have. 

My editing skills are weak, but I hope this chapter has less errors than the previous, and that you'll overlook the ones I missed. 

The next chapter will have much more erotic content as the setup is finally done, it's all uphill from here. Again, suggestions and requests are welcome. I'm hoping you're enjoying the story so far, and that the transition from a greater focus on prose into more erotic content in the next chapter will still be enjoyable to the people that have liked the story so far.



Primrose High Ch. 03



This is Chapter 03 of Primrose High. The story is heavily plot and character focused so I would suggest starting at the beginning if you want the full impact. There is a long build up that finally starts to pay off with more erotic content in this installment, with even more to come in the next chapters; hopefully it was worth the wait. There will likely be 2-3 more chapters before the story reaches its conclusion.

Thank you to everyone who offered suggestions, ideas and encouragement. It's a great motivator to continue writing. I'm writing this in hopes of others enjoying the story, and if I don't hear from you then I can't know that I succeeded in that. Please comment and let me know what you thought, any suggestions on ways I could improve my writing, and anything you would like to see in future chapters. 

I hope you enjoy.

As always, all characters are over 18. 

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"I don't know what's going to happen next. I feel like this is my will or a suicide note. It feels," The person in the video closed his eyes and let out a long breath. Josh leaned in and stared at his computer and himself, a person he didn't know, brows furrowed, his mouth hanging open. "It feels very final. I want you, me, whoever, to know what happened, just in case." The doppelganger was serious now, and stared levely into the camera. "They got to Imee. She was right all along; she was right and I didn't listen. After I talked to her I drove to the school and searched the dumpsters, everywhere I could think. Thank god for the eco-conscious zombies. There was a bin specifically for e-waste and I found Imee's phone. It was smashed to pieces, didn't power on, but buried in the mess I found the microSD, and it still worked. I found the audio file of the interview with Willis and it started just like Imee had planned. The sound of the school halls, the sound of the office doors closing and the normal pleasantries. Then something weird happened. Then this... sound played. Willis mumbled something and told Christie to sleep; I guess she was in the office too. 

"This sound, I don't know how to describe it. Mostly because I can't remember. There's this demo on YouTube from years ago with a virtual haircut where you hear 3D sound and it's as if someone is walking around you, talking, doing things. It felt an awful lot like that; a low melodic drone, rising, falling, pulsing. It was almost musical, or maybe like whale song, there was this hint of a rhythm or chords you couldn't quite follow as it was circling and rotating around your head. If you only listened a little longer you could figure it out. And then I jerked awake. I mashed my keyboard as I fell forward and that's the only reason I didn't get wiped right there. I worked my way back from the end of the recording. "You want to be a good girl. You'll feel so much better and be so much happier if you are. You'll be so much better off if you listen to me, Bethany." That's all Willis said, and that's all it took to erase Imee. Christie and Imme were ordered to wake up forget what had happened. I heard rustling and Imee stood up, cheerfully thanked Ms Willis and told her she would be reading over everything and she was so thankful. Christie sounded overjoyed. What a happy ending." 

The Josh in the video sighed. "Now, my part of the story. I think this is going to work. Christie didn't just shut off when the sound started, she was ordered to sleep. I'm assuming, and it's a big assumption, but people who have been wiped must not be susceptible. I edited out Willis command's from the audio and put in my own." 

Josh shook his head staring at his laptop, unable to think of a thing to say. This couldn't be real. Ms Willis hadn't done anything to him. It was a lie. He went to close the video but his hand wouldn't move to touch the screen, he tried touch the keyboard and his hand hovered in the air and slid away like there was some invisible bubble. Josh he tried desperately to throw the computer away from him but found to his horror that he couldn't move--his body betraying him--he couldn't take his eyes from the screen showing the doppelganger and its terrible lies. 

"Now, I hope this doesn't kill you, me. In theory this is going to act like restoring from a partition. I don't have much time and I don't know anything; if contradictory commands might cause my brain to... crash, if commands given too close to each other can cause problems. I might be going to give myself a stroke or be turned into a vegetable. I don't know. I hope this doesn't hurt. And I hope this works. Not just for me, for Imee. She's gone and I have to save her. Maybe nothing will happen and I'll still be the newest of Primrose's alumni. If that happens I'm begging you to help. You have to realize that this is wrong. People are having their entire being stripped away without their choice or consent. It's evil. You can't let this happen. Please, please don't let it go on. Whoever you may be now, you were me a few days ago. Please, try?" the video pleaded, Josh bit his lip, fighting with all his willpower to just... hit... "Okay. Here it goes." 

And Josh went limp. 

Time passed.

He woke up.

And remembered. 

He blinked, his eyes finally focusing. It was like waking up from a dream where the bizarre rules and world was accepted without a thought until something tilted and suddenly he was lucid and had the ability to question, to think critically, to see the truth. Josh slowly put himself back together like you do every morning climbing from that deep well of sleep, grasping at memories to pull you into the real world. And remembered...

...the walk to the office and the droning sound, his head dipping as Ms Willis told him to be good and obey. 

"Fuck." Josh whispered. 

...feeling so warm and soft and comfortable as everything went sliding away as Josh read from the school handbook. All his burdens and cares and worries, all his own hopes and dreams, fears and joys, one by one ceased to matter or to have any weight. The tiniest breeze from the turn of a page blew them away. To be good, it seemed, was to be a copy, a slate wiped clean.

Josh gritted his teeth. "Fuck..."

...Imee, sitting next to him on the bus. She was happy and smiling, only it wasn't her. That face didn't wear Imee's teasing smile or her mischievous eyes. The girl that stole Imee's body didn't have her flaws and fears, the little cracks that opened when she smiled and some of her inner self shone through. There was only the veneer, the thin, pristine coating of a prim, upright girl with nothing beneath the smile and nothing behind the eyes. 

There were tears in Josh's eyes he rocked forward and grabbed his hair, "Fuck!"

He remembered his commands to himself. Programming languages were developed by people, and therefore human thought must have some similarities, he'd reasoned without any evidence. It was all coming back to him now, 'Go to the meeting with Willis, pretend to enter a trance and follow all orders you are given. Keep this computer safely in your possession until Saturday morning. Do not delete this video or realize it exists. Watch the entire video alone and with no chance of anyone interrupting or overhearing. Forget about anything that happened after you went to Imee's house until you went to sleep.'" 

Josh remembered other things, things he didn't mention in the video, for his own safety. The hidden email set on a dead man's switch with the scant evidence he'd put together. The wiping process and its simplicity was terrifyingly dangerous, but if he was gone then someone must know about it. Josh walked to the back of the room and pulled two small folded slips of paper from behind the water heater. One had his name written on it, in his handwriting. He did not know what it said inside. The other sheet said, 'Imee'. Josh held in his hands the keys to both their souls and they felt so small. And yet looking at them felt like staring down the barrel of a gun. The smallest word or phrase could destroy their personality, change it totally and forever. Carefully he tucked the papers in his pocket. Josh let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and sprinted from the basement.

It took only minutes to get to Imee's apartment in Beth's car. Josh screeched to a stop outside the apartment building and bumped up onto the curb. He was out and running before the engine had time to clunk to a halt. Two long bounds and Josh was up the stoop and his finger about to jab the button with Imee's number. He stopped short, breathing hard. She might report him if he was suspicious, and then everything would be over. Calm, he needed to be calm. 

Josh closed his eyes and tried to recall what it had been like the past few days. The warm, safe, empty feeling washed over him and he felt himself slipping back into character. In a corner of his mind Josh could feel his true self nervous, jabbering, terrified to be trapped. But he wasn't trapped, he was safe, he was fine. He was a good boy. Josh tucked in his shirt and smoothed his hair before pushing the button. 

Imee answered groggily, "Hello? What is it?"

"Bethany, it's me, Josh, I need your help. Can I come up?"

"Josh! What is it?"

"It's important Bethany, I need to talk to you face to face."

The door buzzed as the lock slid away, "Come on up, I'll do what I can."

Imee answered the door in a long flannel nightshirt, one eye was closed as she winced at the light from the hall. "Sorry I'm such a mess," she said, covering a huge yawn that made her jaw crack, "I didn't have time to clean up. Come on in, what's wrong?"

Josh walked in calmy and smiled, "Thanks for letting me up. Bethany. Alpha theta epsilon one charlie." 

Imee's eyes fluttered closed and her arms fell limply to her sides. The codes they'd been given by Willis were long and boring, but probably secure. "Okay. You're going to return to your old self, Imee, you're going to..."

"Josh," Imee said, shaking herself and blinking. She took a moment to focus her eyes and then was staring at him hard, "My name is not Imee, I thought we'd talked about this, did you forget?" Imee held her head, swaying. "And what are you... I'm not... I'm no, different, I'm a good girl..." 

Josh gulped and said the phrase again and watched as the puppet Imee's strings were cut. Imee's eyes drifted shut as the trance reasserted itself. "Bethany, can you hear me?" Josh asked. 

Imee nodded. 

"I want you to forget everything Ms Willis told you." 

Imee gasped in pain as her knees buckled, "No! I can't... I can't do that. I'm a good girl! She taught me to be... I need, I need to be a good girl!" 

Josh knelt to touch Imee's shoulder and she slapped his hand away as the trance broke. With her other hand she clutched her head. "You, you're not good, are you? You're a fake and a liar. I'm going to let Ms Willis know what you really are." Imee lurched to her feet and started towards the phone on the wall. 

Josh went to step in front of her, "Imee, wait, please!" 

Imee dropped to the floor and for a second Josh thought she'd fainted. Then there was a rising feeling as the floor suddenly rushed up to slam into Josh. He brought up his arms and caught himself hard only to feel Imee's leg, that had swept Josh's feet from under him, lash out and catch him in the stomach. The air burst from Josh's lungs and he fought the urge to retch. 

Imee stepped over him and lifted the receiver from its cradle and started to dial. Josh crawled desperately towards Imee and raised his hand plaintively. She turned, lifting her leg to kick him again. 

Josh rolled on his back, gulping desperately for air. Each breath was barely enough. He croaked Imee's phrase, almost unintelligible, as tears filled his eyes. There was a clatter as Imee dropped the handset and there was the long, beautiful, safe sound of the dial tone. For now. "Please don't hurt me." Josh gasped. He rolled over and pushed himself back up to his feet. Think, he had to think. The only commands Willis had actually given Imee was to be good, it would make her happy, and to listen to her...

The trance broke again and Imee groaned, tears running down her cheeks, "I'm a good girl, I need to..." As Imee reached for the telephone her knees wobbled and she started to slump. 

Josh staggered to her and caught her in his arms, which only resulted in them both toppling to the floor. "Bethany... If you call Willis it will hurt me, right?" Josh croaked, speaking slower, each word the weight of a hand grenade. 

Imee struggled and balled a fist to strike Josh. Her hand dropped softly onto Josh's shoulder as she went limp as the she drifted back into the trance. She nodded, shaking slightly in Josh's embrace.

"Ms Willis has never failed to make a student want to be good, right?" Josh asked

Imee nodded, her face a mask of silent pain. Her breaths were shallow and fast. 

"I'm good now, right?"

Imee nodded again in his arms, sagging listlessly. 

"So I can't lie to you. You can trust me. I can't have bad intentions. I want you to be a good girl too, I want you to be happy."

"Yes..."

"You wouldn't be a good girl if you weren't first of all honest and true to yourself, right?" Josh said, trying to hold back the tears and keep the quaver from his voice. He held her close, squeezing her desperately afraid to let her go. Softly Josh kissed Imee's neck.

Imee nodded again, slowly, trying to pull away. She moaned and Josh couldn't tell if it was from the kiss or from the pain. 

"You can't be honest or true to yourself if you follow someone else orders. You can't be you if you're following someone else command." Josh held Imee close, whispering hoarsely into her ear, "Bethany, please, go back to the old you, go back to who you used to be." Josh pleaded as he kissed behind her ear with the lightest brush of his lips.

Imee started to shake violently, thrashing in Josh's arms. "Imee! Are you okay?!"

Imee panted and said in a low whisper that Josh almost couldn't hear, "Feels... good." 

She answered to her name, Josh silently thanked the heavens and cautiously continued, "It does doesn't it? You love how it feels to have me touch you." Josh slid his hands down over Imee's shirt and brushed his thumbs over the small swells of her breasts. 

"You shouldn't... Oh!" Imee's nipples hardened between Josh's finger as he pinched them through the thin fabric. 

"You're a good girl, Imee, and you like this. You can't lie to me, you have to be honest. It feels good." Imee groaned as Josh hands slid under her shirt, over her bare skin and his thumbs made small circles around her hard tits. Her nipples tightened and grew as he stroked them up and down with his thumbs. With each sentence Josh kissed along Imee's bare shoulder, slowly working up her neck. "Now let me touch you, don't think about anything, just focus on the feeling. Would a good girl enjoy something that was wrong?"

Imee groaned and slowly spread her legs, her hips start thrusting against the air. Imee's head was shaking back and forth and she moaned, "No, no..." Josh couldn't tell if it was in protest or agreement. 

Josh slid on hand gently up Imee's legs and found her pussy hot and spread open. Her juices had wet the tops of her thighs. Josh's finger slid up her thigh and pressed against her lips before slipping easily inside her. Imee quaked in his arms, her head fell back and her mouth opened and closed as her face contorted in pleasure and anguish. "Are you a good girl, Imee?" 

Imee nodded, eyes clenched shut, "Yes..."

"And this feels good?" Josh stroked Imee's nipple. 

"Yes. Yes..." Imee groaned and pushed her chest out as Josh teased her hard tit.

"And this feels good?"

Imee's hips bucked and she fought back a groan as Josh's finger curled inside her and the tip grazed the small, special spot inside her. "Yes!" Imee almost shouted. "No, I can't, I can't... that's bad!"

"If it feels so good, and a good girl feels good when she's doing what she's supposed to then it must be okay." Josh started sliding his finger slowly back and forth over Imee's g spot. She let out a long low moan and spread her legs wide. The room filled with the smell of her hot, wet pussy. "You can't lie to me, your body is telling me everything I need to know. That means that Willis told you things that are wrong. Maybe she was confused?"

"Confused?" panted Imee, desperate for a distraction.

"She didn't know better. You're a good girl, but a good girl is true to herself. You need to be who you are without anyone telling you." Josh started stroking faster, his thumb brushing Imee's clit as his finger moved relentlessly inside her. Imee screamed, her back arching and her hips leaving the floor as she ground her drenched slit on Josh's hand. He could feel her vagina squeezing down over and over on his finger. "You need to be yourself. Go back to who you were, Imee, go back to the real you from last week. Ignore what Ms Willis told you, just be you." Josh kissed gently behind Imee's ear and her scream as she came made Josh's ears ring. Imee's vagina tightened as she clenched and pumped herself on Josh's finger. 

Slowly Imee sagged back into Josh's arms, curling up into a ball. Imee shuddered and let out a low moan that rose and rose into a banshee's scream. She clenched her head, shaking, rocking back and forth as she let out high, anguished wails of pain. "Shit! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't want to!" Josh yelled. He hold her, stroking Imee's hair as she started to sob quietly. She grabbed his shirt hard. "Please, please don't be gone. I thought I could have you back. I need you back." Josh whispered and tasted warm salt water as he kissed her. He wasn't sure if it was his own tears or hers. It didn't matter. Imee's soft, warm skin on his lips was the only important thing. With each kiss Imee sagged a little, the tension leaving her muscles. Softly Josh kissed behind Imee's ear. She lay still in his arms, the shaking had stopped, but her face was flushed and her breaths deep and rapid and ragged. "Bethany. Please don't be gone forever." 

"Why...?"

"Why what?" Josh asked, almost leaping up.

"Why are you calling me that?" Imee groaned, "What happened, why does my head hurt so bad?"

Josh whooped with joy as he threw his arms in the air. "Imee, are you, you?"

"What are talking about?" Imee blinked hard, "Why are we here? The last thing I remember I was in school... Shit!" Imee's eyes filled with terror. She looked down at Josh, down at herself, "Am I?!"

"I think you're okay," Josh said grinning.

"Why are you crying?" Imee said, reaching up to brush Josh's cheek.

"I'm happy, you doofus! And you kicked me really hard in the side."

"I did! I'm so sorry, I don't remember, I didn't know." Imee wrapped her arms around Josh and hugged him fiercely until she heard the sharp intake of breath as Josh winced. "I'm sorry! Gentle, I'll be gentle."

"It's okay. I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't want to change you. I promise I didn't do anything to you." Josh slowly explained to her what had happened and what he had done. How he'd managed to escape being wiped. He held up the sheet of paper with his name on it, "Imee, I trust you and I want you to know that I would never do anything to change you. I want you just how you are. This is my code. It will put me under and you can do anything, just like Willis. I want you to have it."

"Josh, I, I don't know what to say." Imee took the paper and delicately opened it. She laughed, "What does this even mean? What does..."

Josh woke to Imee yelling over him, "I'm sorry! I should have known better. I didn't realize you'd just pass out like that."

"What is your command, mistress?" Josh said in a monotone. He blinked slowly, staring through Imee with unfocused eyes. 




Primrose High Ch. 03



Imee backed away hurriedly, her hand going to her mouth, "Oh shit... Josh? Josh, please, you better be joking... I didn't mean to." Imee jumped, screeching as Josh grabbed her bare foot. "You bastard, that was not funny! I thought I... I don't know! Please don't joke like that, I don't want to change you either."

Josh smiled sheepishly, rubbing his arm where she'd kicked him, "You really did put me under. I thought a little humor could lighten the mood."

Imee smiled, "Thank you for saving me." She threw her arms around Josh's shoulder and sobbed. "I'm sorry I keep kicking you." Imee choked on her sobs and coughed hard as Josh hugged her to him.

"It's okay, I deserved it. Don't talk, it's okay, we're okay."

An eternity later calm returned and Imee cleared her throat. "I, uh, I've been thinking about what we said earlier, about not changing? I don't know if I still want to do that."

Josh pulled slowly away from Imee, "What do you mean?"

"Not you, nothing like that! I don't want to do anything to you, I just meant, me..." Imee looked sheepish. "If you can make people act like that, then what's to stop you from having them do things they want?"

"What exactly do you have in mind?"

"I'm afraid of..." Imee trailed off in a mumble as she found something interesting to look at on the floor. 

"Testilcles?" Josh asked, confused.

"No! Not those balls. I mean, like tennis. I'm afraid of balls! Ever since I was little they scare me. The way they bounce. I don't know! It's a phobia, they don't make sense." Imee slowly raised her eyes. "Could you do that for me?"

Josh nodded. "Sure, I guess."

Imee smiled. "I also have some other ideas..."

It didn't take long to build lists of ideas for both of them. They made sandwiches at 4 o'clock in the morning and laughed at Imee's wardrobe and decorating while they excitedly yelled ideas; irrational fears, old things that still embarrassed them, good foods they associated with getting sick, Imee could quit smoking, all little things they wanted to change.

Slowly the conversation grew serious and the two began to build a set of rules they'd adopt. Rules that they would burn into their unconscious minds if they were to go forward. Ground rules were set up and safety measures. The inability to use commands to cause harm intentionally or by inaction, the inability to issue commands without prior discussion and permission, the inability to alter motivations, personality or memories without permission, the inability to share their codes with anyone else without the person's permission, a save state, and more. 

Josh laughed when Imee compared their protocol to the Three Law of Robotics. "You like scifi?" Josh asked.

"I love me some Asimov. Mmmm, the Martian Chronicles." Imee stretched her arm around Josh's shoulder as they relaxed on the couch, "When you spend a lot of time alone and traveling reading is a great escape. I think that's why I'm not having this huge existential crisis right now. "Am I really me? How could I know? What if I'm programmed to never realize I'm just a copy?" Been there, done that." Imee shrugged, "I've lived that dream in a hundred ways a hundred times over. We're in pajamas laughing, eating chips while we take turns discussing editing our consciousnesses and it's already normal. I know we're trying to keep it light but I've got to say it. This changes literally everything. And I don't mean literally as in figuratively. I mean this is literally the biggest revolution in human development since language. We don't just pass on ideas now, we don't have to convince. We can just make it happen. We can circumvent racism, bias, fear, love, hate. We can alter ourselves to be whatever we think we should be. It's terrifying and I think it's just fun. Soon I won't need to worry about how awful Nicorette tastes." Imee paused, and continued carefully. "Josh, I know I broke our deal but..." 

"Deal? Oh, that." Josh said, remembering, "I guess after that lecture on the looming collapse of our society my little problems sounds ridiculous. Even though you were such a wimp and gave into being brainwashed--and you can put that fist down--I guess I'll tell you why I'm a candidate for Primrose. I made it out to be more than it seemed. When I was younger I always had this, now that I think about it, kind of sick desire to be in an accident or a broken home, maybe have a terrible disease, something so I could be this dark, brooding guy. I thought that would make me more interesting. And, well, I got my wish." Imee rubbed Josh's knee and smiled and he continued, "I'm not going to go into a long saga here, it's pretty simple. I was sent to a 'correctional facility', juvi, whatever, for almost two years. I got out on good behavior and when I turned 18, but the reason I was arrested for... Now that I think about it we're very similar."

Imee quirked an eyebrow, "You like really like dick too?"

"You are such a smart ass, do you know that?" Imee cackled evilly as Josh grabbed her butt and pinched her cheek playfully, "Really though. I'm paraphrasing here, but I was sent away for, "Threats of violence against government officials, public installations. Terroristic language. Perceived intent to cause mayhem. Causing a mass panic." I had this rivalry, as much as high school kids can have one, with this other guy in my class. He was fucking tool. Every morning on the bus for an entire year he'd try to shove his fingers up my butt hole. He'd laugh with his friends and call me gay. I was just a skinny kid, too afraid to stand up, what am I going to do? Well one day I get a little tired of having fingers forced into my anus and so I grabbed his shirt and rabbit punched him. Broke his nose and made a huge bloody mess. We both get expelled."

"I'd have fucked that kid up." 

"You're adorable when you're angry, and when we switch roles. It's in da past!" Josh said, sagely, in the voice of a cartoon baboon. "Maybe he had problems at home. Who knows, I'm trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, the little shit. Anyway, after I get back, the very day I get back, I get called down to the office and this other kid is sitting there, crying, face green from the black eyes I'd given him, and there's cops. Not just the school cop, but state. And a suit from the FBI. They'd been informed that I'd posted threats against the teachers and school and outlined how I planned to go about shooting the kid, the principal, the faculty and a whole bunch of people. It was very detailed and very graphic. It was on /b/ and someone had called in a tip when the address of the school was figured out from some of the descriptions in the post. There was a search of my locker and they found a knife, like the one that was mentioned in the post, and when they later got a warrant for my house they found posters for Halo and CoD and my airsoft guns."

"That doesn't mean a thing! Most of the guys in your class must have had similar stuff."

"I know, but it looked bad to scared moms and judges out to make an example of the next teen murderer. The post, along with the violent video games and my 'weapons', were enough to have state ordered rehabilitation until it was determined I was not a threat. The whole court proceeding my mom was absent. She worked a lot and on the day of my last hearing she didn't show up. She didn't say a thing when she finally signed me over into state custody, never wrote. We haven't talked this entire time." 

"I'm so sorry Josh." 

"I appreciate that but it's done. There's nothing more to it and it's in the past. I got a couple good things out of it."

"...like?" Imee asked and then looked offend as Josh squeezed her nipples. 

"Honestly, you'd be worth the whole experience. You are freaking cute when you blush. You really are a girl, aren't you?"

"Apparently, Mr Man." Imee said with mock indignation as she tried to hide the redness in her cheeks. "It's just really sweet." 

Josh pulled her close and kissed her softly. "I got confidence, I got a little muscle, a little time to reflect. And I mean it, you would be worth the whole thing if I had to do it over again. I mean that, especially because you didn't ask if I actually did it. I didn't, by the way. I would never say, "Your going to die." That's embarrassing."

"I know you didn't. I didn't need to ask. What about your dad? He didn't have anything to say?"

"He died when I was 3, I don't remember him at all and my mom never talked about him much. So, here I am on a court ordered probationary period until I graduate. I have to complete my schooling at an accredited reform school and thrive, whatever that means, in a 'non-institutionalized setting'. I'm like you. I'm trapped here until I get that slip of paper. I'm almost positive I'm not even allowed near an airport until then. I'm pretty sure on the watchlists next to 'scary' brown people with unpronounceable names is a scrawny teenager with a stupid look on his face." Josh did his best Home Alone imitation. 

"I'm so sorry." Imee climbed into Josh's lap and wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him gently. "Is there anything you'd like me to do?"

"Imee, I just want to hold you."

"That's not a roll of quarters in your pocket so sorry, I'm not convinced. And I've finally worked up the nerve to say this. Josh, I have some other things I'd like to do too."

"Imee, you can tell me. I don't see what you're being shy about now. I mean, we've seen each other naked. You told me about your fear of rubber spheres. There isn't much more to be shy about."

"There is." Imee looked up at Josh, eyes wide, "You know the first three things that come out of any information revolution; writing, the printing press, photography, video, the internet, anything? The Bible, how-to manuals, and porn. It's universal. I'm pretty sure you can guess which one I'm interested in, and I don't feel a strong hankering for Jesus or the need to fix a leaky faucet. There's one other thing I want you to do." She handed him a folded napkin. "Put me under and do it just like this, read it just like that, please?"

Josh glanced over the list, "Imee, you don't have to do that. You're perfect just how you are."

"It's not all about you, Josh. I want this for me." Imee bit her lip, "You're very sweet but I hate the way I look. I hate my body. I don't feel sexy, no matter what you say or do. Having you stare at me the way you do should make me feel beautiful, I know that in my head, but I don't feel it. I can't no matter how hard I try. I only feel this doubt; I'm not good enough, I'm not pretty. For a long time I hated that I'd never be as pale all the Disney princesses. I hate that I don't have tits. I hate that I'm not short and petite. I feel like I'm fat, no matter what you say or what the doctor says. I'm embarrassed and ashamed of things I think about. Any time I jill off the things I think about make me feel so guilty and ill. I'm too ashamed of the things I want to even say them out loud to you. I don't want that. And I don't want those things to go away. I don't want to go back to being a prim little rose. Inside this very well wrapped exterior I'm a mess. I know you may think that I'm the most well adjust girl, obviously, but I want to clean house a little. If I can drop all this baggage, I want to. I just want to be able to be me. Please?"

Josh nodded slowly, "Okay baby." 

Imee let out a shaky breath, "Well, what are you..." She went limp as josh whispered her phrase. 

Slowly, carefully Josh read from the napkin. "Imee, can you hear me?"

She nodded slowly.

"You're comfortable with your body."

Imee nodded agreement. 

"Imee, you're comfortable with your sexuality. You're not ashamed or embarrassed of, or feel guilty over your desires."

"Not ashamed..." Imee murmured. 

"Wake up, Imee." Josh said.

Imee opened her eyes, blinking rapidly. "I don't feel any different," she said slowly. Imee stood up started to slip the long flannel shirt off over her head. Josh stared up at her, his smile slowly growing. 

"You don't have to do this, you know."

"Don't start that again. I don't have to do anything, Josh. But I want to. I want to do this for you, and for me, because I need a good hard fuck and because I need to know that I've gotten Primrose out of my system. I need to know I can do what *I* want." Imee pulled her shirt off and threw it backwards over her shoulder. "One more 'But Imee, I don't want to have sex with my hot girlfriend' out of you and you'll get your wish." The cool air sent goosebumps over her small breasts and her nipples started to perk. Imee stood there a moment, waiting, staring off into space as if she were testing the waters. Imee she grinned. She raised her hands over her head and stretched, pushing out her chest in the most natural relaxed manner. Imee could have been cast in bronze or carved in marble at the very moment and her lithe, graceful curves would have survived the fall of empires. 

She lowered her arms slowly and ran her fingers through her short hair and down over her face. Imee traced her finger around the outline of her mouth and slowly down over her parted lips and sucked the tip of her finger. Looking at Josh she ran her hands down her shoulder and caressed her small breasts, massaging them, squeezing them slowly. "Don't you look anywhere else, Josh, I want your eyes right here." She slowly circled her nipple with her wet finger tip. Her already hard nipple grew as she teased it, a small moan escaped her lips. Imee shoved Josh back into the couch and kneeled over his lap. Her tongue ran up his neck and she whispered in his ear, "I need your big, thick dick shoved up inside me."

Josh's eyes popped open and he pawed at Imee, pulling her to him. "I want you so bad."

Imee pulled away from Josh and Josh's gaze followed her hand as she ran it down over her chest and stomach, down to her small dark bush. "You want me?" Imee slid her finger over her slit and then pushed her middle finger between her lips, then her ring finger. She groaned and bucked eyes half lidded, as she fingered herself. She pulled out her wet, glistening fingers and sucked them slowly, one at a time, pulling each one out of her mouth with a small pop. 

"Fuck! Yes! I need you Imee." Josh moaned and grabbed her hips.

"If you want me," Imee said breathily as she leaned in close to Josh, "Then take me."

Josh grabbed Imee and spun around, throwing her down on the couch. Josh heard a seam rip as desperately fought with his shirt. 

Imee grabbed at his pants and yanked them down. "That's it baby, oh I like it rough." She grabbed his erection as it sprang free from his boxers and licked, moaning softly, "Oh, you're delicious, I need to suck this big fat dick." Imee grabbed Josh's hips and yanked him forward. She pressed her lips to his tip and sucked, push her lips down his shaft all the way to the base of his penis. She pressed her nose into his pubes and sniffed deeply, moaning as she swallowed and bobbed her head, sliding Josh dick along her tongue. Josh grabbed her head and yelled, thrusting his hips and pumping his cock in Imee's waiting mouth. 

Imee pulled back, taking a deep breath, "That's what I want baby, it feels so good when you fuck my face." Imee yelped as Josh grabbed her and forced his tip back into her mouth. Her moan of pleasure shook his penis and he groaned, flexing his muscles and fighting to hold back. 

Josh thrust into Imee's mouth as she grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him to her. Gulping down his dick over and over, her warm wet mouth taking everything deep inside, Josh threw his head back and yelled. His body tensed and he thrust hard one last time, deep into Imee's mouth as he came. Panting Josh opened his eyes and watched Imee's face as she swallowed over and over, her face enraptured, as she drank all of his cum. 

Imee opened her eyes, her lips still wrapped around the base of Josh's cock, and she winked at him. Slowly she pulled back, letting Josh's penis go only as her tongue licked and swirled over every inch of it. Josh grunted and felt his legs go weak. When his tip popped from Imee's mouth she took a deep breath and then licked him one last time. "I didn't want any of those delicious juices to go to waste." 

"Holy shit, Imee."

"I don't recall that being on my list..." Imee winked. 

"You didn't have anything on there about THAT."

"No," Imee said nodding, "That's true. But I did say that I wanted to not be afraid or ashamed of my sexual desires. And just as much as I've always wanted to be able to deepthroat and be face fucked I was also always afraid of it. Not anymore." Imee finished in a sing song voice, rubbing Josh's wet tip back and forth across her lips. "And god does your cum taste good. I did like I was always told; "when you're giving head you don't stop to take a taste, just keep swallowing," but I got a good taste." Imee licked her lips and waggled her eyebrows. "And I still want more." 

"Imee..." Josh grunted as she started to lick his dick. 

"Josh I want you. I want you to fuck my brains out. I want you to pound my pussy until I can't walk."

Josh grabbed Imee and tossed her over the back of the couch. He spread her legs wide and ran his finger over her slit. "You're so wet, you're dripping."

"I love your cock, drinking your cum got me so hoooot..." The last word turned into a moan as Imee felt Josh's finger slip between her lips and find her clit. "Oh, baby, that's so good. Oh!" Josh slipped his middle finger into Imee's vagina and she grunted.

"More, baby, I need more, shove your fingers inside my pussy, stir me up!" Imee moaned.

Josh slid his middle and ring finger inside Imee with no difficulty, her juices soaked his hand. He curled his fingers and started to stroke her and Imee groaned, leaning down, spreading her legs and presenting herself to Josh. 

"You can do anything you want to me baby, take me. Oh, yes!" Imee screamed as Josh pumped his fingers inside Imee, "Yes, fuck, pound me with your fingers!" Josh's arm pistoned as he stroked Imee hard. Her back arched and she screamed, her nails digging into the couch as she howled with pleasure. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" she moaned as she flopped limply onto the couch, "That was good, that was so... Oh, hey!" Imee stopped in surprise as Josh scooped her up in his arms.

"You're really light, you know that?"

"Where are you taking us, my big strong man?" Imee said coyly. Josh threw open the blinds and pressed Imee's chest to the glass. They stared out onto the abandoned street, Beth's car far below with its indicator still blinking away. "I like it baby, I like it." Imee said breathily, "I'm so hot right now. Fuck me for the whole world to see." Imee pulled the window open and leaned her head out into the cold airs. Josh grabbed Imee's hips and pressed his tip to her lips. Imee eased back into him, moaning as her snatch enveloped his erection. Imee moaned, "I can feel you twitching inside me. God I'm so full, I love feeling your cock forcing my lips wide open."

"I need you Imee, I want you so bad." Josh whispered.

"Don't be shy, take me, make me scream so everyone can hear." Imee yelled, and then screamed as Josh grabbed her hips and shoved hard, grinding against her tight ass cheeks. "FUCK!" Imee yelled, the sound of her voice echoing off the walls of the buildings around them. "Give it to me!" Imee's knuckles were white from how hard she gripped the windowsill as she braced herself, each jolt as Josh's penis slammed home inside her made her insides quiver, tingles shot through her nipples and clit, her lips felt almost numbed. She moaned in ecstasy as Josh used her pussy. "Yes! There, right there, don't stop!" Deep inside she felt the feeling swelling as all thoughts drifted away, she screamed over and over without hearing, her voice getting higher and louder as the feeling of strong hands on her hips and a cock pounding her pussy drove her to her limits. Josh yelled behind her, pulling her hard into him and plunging deep inside her. Imee felt Josh's cock twitching, his thick semen rushing into her body and filling her pussy as he came inside her. It was too much and Imee came hard and screamed long and loud into the cold fall night. 




Primrose High Ch. 03



Imee's head lolled as she relaxed. Josh half caught her, supporting her as she leaned heavily on the wall and the two of them slid to the floor in a heap. 

"Fuck me." Josh whispered, hoarsely. 

"That's the plan." Imee replied, panting. She winked and they both laughed together. 

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They'd showered, this time in a space larger than a shoebox, and Imee and Josh lay tangled together in her twin bed, catching their breath. "Why don't we just run?" Imee asked.

"What?"

"You heard me, why don't we run?"

"Do you have any money or resume, friends, family?" Josh asked.

"None of those things, actually. I pretty much burned all those bridges years ago. We go over resume writing in a couple weeks in class."

"A fine education we're receiving. We could work at McDonald's..."

Imee rolled her eyes, "I'd almost rather stay at the zombie farm, am I right? Or maybe I can pop out a few welfare babies to neglect and we get on the dole. How does that sound? I don't care if we have to collect cans down by the river. Our options may be pretty awful, but they're all better than staying trapped in this horror movie." 

"I, I just can't leave the students like that."

Imee threw up her hands, "We don't know those people! They seem happy in their weird, creepy cult way. But really, no one is being sacrificed or tortured."

"Not as far as we know."

"Come on Josh, you're being difficult. Yes, it would make a great horror movie to have the nicely dressed yuppies ritually murder someone, but we haven't seen anything like that. They're just very, very prudish and polite. It could be worse, at least they'll never hurt anyone."

Josh sighed, "I know, but it scares me! They're nice, but only because their minds have been erased, almost. It's wrong to leave them like that. We both know how it felt, like you're a zombie, like you're not even there." Josh and Imee both looked at each other and sighed. Slow sad smiles formed at the absurdity and they both started to giggle. Imee laughed loud and hard and tears ran down Josh's face as he held his sides. 

Imee settled back into the bed and rubbed her forehead, "My head is killing me. I know you're right, that we can't leave them like this. It's also bigger than that. Think about it, Josh. If we run, they'll know who we are. They might come after us, or our family; a brainwashed Beth might show up some morning with a knife. Don't you laugh, I'm serious! They can't let this secret get out. Can you imagine how valuable this is? North Korea, Russia, China, hell the CIA did mind control experiments with LSD, we know any country would use this in a heartbeat. Either this is government sanctioned, in which case we'll be killed, and there's no military or political indoctrination so far, so I doubt it is, or some person stumbled on the biggest revolution in history and it's managed to stay secret so far. Think of what this could do."

Josh nodded slowly, "The army, for one, totally loyal, fearless troops. Advertising."

"I already mentioned dictatorships, but what's to stop just a few tweaks to keep people from cheating on their taxes, speeding, or being disloyal to the motherland?"

"Yep, parenting. People already pump their kids full of drugs when they're five because they're too much to handle. Throwing a switch and making them 'perfect' would catch on at once. You could have piano playing, algebra acing, clean, neat little robots."

"On the positive side, addiction, therapy problems... like me," Imee said "Phobias, PTSD, all that would go out the window. We would be very well adjusted."

"I don't know about that. No one knows what well adjusted means." Josh said.

Imee nodded, "I know. We have a dystopian world of zombie-robots on one hand, and the other a utopia where we're all Stepford wives and husbands and everyone lives in a perfect world where everyone is nice. I think we can say for sure, even with the risk and ethics, that people would take the chance for the latter."

"Fuck this is scary." Josh said, "My hands are shaking a little. Can you talk to your dad?"

Imee barked a laugh, "Yeah, right." Imee held her hand up to hear ear and twirled an imaginary curl of hair and spoke in her ditsiest voice, "Hello, Daddy? Yes, this is your daughter, Bethany. Things are like, super weird here and I need the Navy to intervene. Yeah daddy, they're brainwashing kids. No, literally, I mean like really. I think the fate of the human race hangs in the balance. Yeah, I could totally see like, Russia or Iran or France invading to get their hands on our school handbook... Hello?" Imee stared at her hand, confused, tapping at her palm. "He hung up!"

"I don't think we decided to augment your sarcasm level. That was a Professor Xavier level of snark right there."

"Seriously Josh, what do you think he'll say when his daughter, who has a well established record of lying and being a crazy, difficult bitch calls him claiming that the reform school is trying to brainwash her? Either he'll think I'm high or just trying to get him mad. It's kind of their job to brainwash in general, just not this literally. What would your mom think?"

"You're right. I hate to admit it but she'd think I was just trying to get out of the school, and pretty much the same thing. We both have bad track records so it's not like we can go to the news."

"...We could wipe some reporters and make them help us." Imee said slowly.

"I know we're just throwing around ideas, but that's wrong on one hand, and on the other, we'd just add one more crazy person to the list. If Diane Sawyers gets on the news and says we've both been victims of an evil mind control plot she'd just get committed, along with us, and they'll forget it ever happened in a few weeks. They'd say our reporter friend snapped, they'd interview the school and nothing would come of it, only we'd have tipped our hand and end up sedated in a ward somewhere. There's no way we can convince people this is real without doing some really evil stuff."

"Josh, can we discuss the elephant in the room?" Imee asked.

"You mean, there's something more important than a potential to destroy society and alter the entire course of human history?"

Imee nodded curtly, "Are you, or are you not, my boyfriend?" 

Josh laughed loudly, "Yes, I am."

"Should I update the Facebooks and the Tweeters?" Imee grinned, "I like it, Boyfriend."

"Carefully, your girly side is showing."

"A little while ago I would have joked that I don't have one, but..." Imee ran her hands down her side over her bare skin, letting her fingers brush over her breast and grinned, "I guess it is. You're fine with that?"

"I told you the idea of things shoved up my pooper wasn't exactly my cup of tea."

"Well, as you know, giving is better than receiving. And if you don't like the idea of that I may not allow you to take the dirty road when the river is running red."

"How very tactful. I promise I'm completely fine with having a beautiful, amazing, sexy girl like you as my girlfriend." 

"Awwww, mushy pookie boo boo bear!" Imee said in a high baby voice. She reached to try and pinch Josh's cheek.

"Nope!" Josh leaped to his feet, "We're done! You'll give me diabetes if you're that sugar coated and gross."

"Ha!" Imee laughed and scrunched up her nose. She spread her legs towards Josh and spread her labia. In a husky voice she said, "Come here, my cock stallion, and put your delicious baby batter in my hot cunt."

"Oh god, can't we have something in between?"

Imee rolled onto her belly and rested her chin daintily in her hands. With an innocent smile she said, "I like you. Your butt is cute." Imee pushed her butt up in the air and wiggled it.

"Good enough." Josh laughed and plopped down next to her. "You're insane, you know that?"

"Eh, you like it. I'm going to kill that mood again but I think I have a plan. Is it bad that I care more about getting through this and getting a diploma than saving the world, or whatever? That's too big. I'd rather think of this as some fun kid's movie hijinks."

"I'm all ears."

"Well, like any good kids movie, this will require a large amount of fucking." Imee outlined her idea. 

"That's really risky, but it might work. I think it makes sense. You were right about Willis, I'm going to trust you on this."

"I know it's got a ton of flaws, but it seems like our safest bet. Plus," Imee said, smiling wickedly, "I think we both want a chance to get a little better acquainted with a certain Jessica Rabbit." 

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Coming next chapter: "Well Ms McTigue, isn't the best way to learn by experience?" Josh asked, earnestly. 

Ms McTigue nodded slowly, "That is true, Josh. I can't see a flaw in your reasoning. What do you think would be best?" she asked slowly, with a great deal of uncertainty. 

"You should take off your clothes, Ms McTigue, right now." 

Ms McTigue reached up and undid her bun. Her red hair cascaded in copper waves around her shoulders. "Are you sure this is the best, Josh?" Ms McTigue licked her lips nervously and looked around the empty classroom. Something felt wrong, so wrong. Why was she doing this? Why was this a good idea? 

"Ms McTigue, you promised you'd help me study."

She had made a promise, she couldn't break a promise to her student. If she didn't do this she would be a bad teacher, and it was just for educational purposes. Ms McTigue undid her buttons, one at a time, and with each button, with each new inch of pale, white skin she revealed, she felt more confident. Josh was so focused and attentive. He was paying attention to her like no student before ever had. He must be right, this was a good way to teach. She felt a warm glow wash over her. She'd said it before, but teaching was all about the personal touch. Josh had been so kind to remind her of that. 

Ms McTigue let her blouse pool on the floor around her feet. She looked to Josh, uncertain. There was a chill, and a strange feeling niggled that back of her mind. What was she forgetting? Then Josh nodded slowly and Ms McTigue smiled in return, ignoring the stray thought. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It felt so good to help her students. 

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Chapter 03, as promised. I'd planned to continue past the scene I posted above with Ms McTigue and leave you all with another large cliffhanger, but the length of this chapter was already similar to chapter 02 and with the scenes and details I had planned it would have probably been double the length. I didn't want to keep anyone who was eager for more waiting too long so I decided to split it here. 

Again, I'm pacing the story a little slower. The more explicit themes and greater emphasis on mind control will be in the next few chapters. I wanted to end the whole story on a high note and not get there so quickly that the story starts to drag and become boring. 

I hope it was an enjoyable read and also that you'll be looking forward to Chapter 04. Please leave me any thoughts you may have, hearing from readers makes this all worth the time and effort. Thanks for reading. :)



Primrose High Ch. 04



This is part four of Primrose High. The series does have some significant build up, so it would be a good idea to start at the beginning to know what the overall story is. 

As always please leave comments with feedback. I really enjoy hearing from readers, whether it's something you liked, something that I could do better, or suggestions of things you'd like to see. I'd like to know what you think so I can improve the next part of the story. The next chapter should bring Primrose High to a close.

All characters are over 18. 

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Josh's ride home was fraught with real and imagined sounds; had the car always clanked that way? Was there always that weird smell? Letting go of the wheel Josh felt the car slowly turn, drifting suicidally into the oncoming lane. He sighed as he parked it. Maybe Beth wouldn't notice. It was an ancient 5 speed Camry, there wasn't much to it. 

Beth was still asleep and the sun had just started to rise. Saturday had arrived. Friday seemed like a lifetime ago. Had it really only been a few hours since he'd left? 

Josh didn't remember parking the car or even entering the house, he found himself standing in his room. A sudden moment of panic struck him and Josh searched his pockets feverishly, finding them empty. Feeling a little drunk with exhaustion realization dawned that Imee's paper was safely destroyed, as was his own. 

In the basement, springs more ancient that the Camry rose to meet Josh as he fell into bed. The pull-out cradled him like a cloud. Plugging his phone in one last time he checked the message from Imee. She'd emailed him a picture from her webcam of her smiling sweetly and blowing him a kiss. "I miss you," the message read. Imee was completely naked. That sweet smile and the words somehow were enough to make feelings stir in Josh, more than seeing his girlfriend, he emphasized the word to himself, showing off her beautiful curves. He was too tired to do much but dwell on why his muscles were so sore and grin like a fool at the ceiling. Despite everything, the risk of the end to Imee and his relationship or their very lives, the looming possibility of the destruction of everything he'd known, he was happy. 

Josh fell asleep smiling and, miles away, so did Imee. 

The weekend passed less hectically. Josh and Imee seemed more sober now, more somber. Public outings were a risk too large and their escapades the previous night, so care free in the moment, now seemed a liability both hoped had gone unnoticed. Safely cloistered away they talked endlessly. Sweet nothings were exchanged with less irony and more ardor. For the two being apart, being unable to touch, was agony. They made up for the distance in other ways. 

Josh listened breathlessly more than once as Imee worked herself to a screaming orgasm while they talked, all the while doubt gnawed at him that somehow Imee wasn't the same girl anymore, that they'd done something so fundamental that she was a different person. Imee said she didn't feel different, really, just more at ease. She had patiently explained, "When you get a pair of glasses you finally realize how sharp the world can look. That's how I feel. Not different, nothing I do is shocking or new to me. It's just, I don't feel bad anymore. It's like I shrugged off this itchy sweater I've worn my whole life and suddenly I realize what it's like to be comfortable. I may have thought about it, but I'd never run a marathon in a wool sweater. Now, suddenly, the idea doesn't make me squirm. I realize that once it would have bothered me, or been impossible for me, to do these things. I would never have opened the window like that in a million years. But it's still me. And it's fun, it's so fun." 

Josh let the idea go, trying to force himself to accept this new, weird reality. It was good he had this debate, at least, he knew with a word he could erase any doubt forever. That thought still made him shiver. 

Neither wanted to think how soon everything could come to an end, and they were risking it all on a roll of the die. One in six is more intimidating when only a six means you live. The plan had Josh's stomach in knots and Imee admitted she was scared. Some of the suggestions she made warmed him a little, despite the looming danger. The plan grew slowly more detailed. "No plan of battle survives first contact." Imee intoned, sagely. And so they had left it mostly to fate. When the odds are much, much longer they both decided without saying a word that it was best not to dwell on these things. 

They tried to distract themselves. They watched movies together, awkwardly trying to synchronize clicking play on Netflix at the same time. It was silly and it was childish and neither cared. Josh told Imee about his sister's mild obsession with anime, the years of sibling rivalry. Imee told Josh about the things she'd done to upset her father.

"Okay, okay, let me try to get into character." Imee tried to stop laughing. Josh was wheezing, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I want you to picture this. My dad just got transferred to the Bible Belt. I'm enrolled in a school in a small, uppity, white baptist town in the south. And, naturally, I'm pretending I mostly speak Russian. The teacher asks me to get up and tell the class something about myself." Imee cleared her throat, "Privet, am Bethany and pleased to be meeting you. I am born in Russia, father travel for military. No wife, so I am wife of the house. My father and I, we shared condom, is small condom of course, not be needing something large. However, even though am small father need to be packing it in very tight inside. Not much room, da? However is feel so good to come. Am happy once all is inside." 

"You didn't!" Josh gasped between fits of laughter.

"I totally did. I played it completely straight the entire day. It took a long, quiet minute before the teacher put it together. "Darling,"" Imee drawled, ""I do believe that you meant to say 'condo', not... condom."" I nodded to her and understood, "Then condo is not semen bag for during sexing?"" Imee continued in her southern voice, ""Oh no, dear! Bless your heart." I really played it up in algebra. "I have cunt of three for letter B." That got me sent to the principal, finally. My father didn't find it too funny. I would have thought he saw my potential as an international spy. With the self defense classes he made me take I'd have been brilliant."

"You are horrible!" 

"You should hear what I did at his next post."

The weekend slid by like that, together but apart, isolated but united. 

Monday morning the bus greeted two smiling, manicured students that blended into the sea of slicked hair and well pressed pants. Imee and Josh talked without saying anything of importance. Not even their eyes betrayed the truth. 

Ms Willis was waiting for Josh at the entrance to the school. "Hello, Josh. How was your weekend?" 

Josh continued to smile, it never slipped from his face now, "Very good, Ms Willis. Thank you." He finally had a chance to take a real look at the woman that had stripped away so many person's individuality. She was tiny, close to five foot without her heels. Her skin was a deep chocolate, perfectly smooth and creamy. She hadn't a radiant warmth to her smile and plump luxurious lips. Willis kept her hair back in a tight bun that managed not to be too severe. Like the students she was dressed in simple, bland, safe clothes and with her slim figure there was no need to conceal any curves. The genuine smile she shone on her students was her most striking feature; it was brilliant and bright and made her eyes twinkled with mirth. She didn't look evil. She didn't look sadistic. She looked, like her smile, genuine and bright. 

Ms Willis nodded, "I'm glad to hear that Josh. So was Principal Steward. She's very happy with this years group of students. Things are going quite smoothly. Maybe you could be of some help, we'll be having some late arrivals joining us soon. I'd like your help getting them settled. You and Bethany here were some of our last hold outs and we like to have the last students help the newest members get their feet."

Josh nodded, "I'd be glad to." His smiled covered the nausea that rolled in his gut.

"Good, come talk to me later. And I think we'll be needing some assistance with the class transition too. You and Bethany could be helpful with that too. But that's the bell, get to class now!"

"Yes, Ms Willis." Imee and Josh chimed in unison. 

Staying in character was so easy it scared them both. Imee and Josh, perhaps for one of the last times, sat in class together. They didn't look at each other--Primrose alumni did not sneak glances--but having the other in their periphery was a comfort, knowing someone who was free was close made the atmosphere less oppressive. 

In their Prim personas Josh and Imee slid happily, vapidly, through the day.

After long hours the final bell rang and Imee and Josh stood together in the swiftly emptying halls of Primrose. 

It was time. 

With the halls mostly empty Imee and Josh stood outside the door to Ms McTigues classroom. Despite their unconcerned exteriors their hearts were pounding. Imee briefly squeezed Josh's hand before slipping away. 

Josh knocked. He walked in, forcing himself with all his will to remain cool and calm and prim. 

"Hello, Josh, how are you?"

"Very good, thank you Ms McTigue."

Ms McTigue was sitting behind her desk grading papers. Her bright hair was in a simple braid and her dress, as always, was dowdy and loose. She smiled up at him over her glasses. 

Josh entered and shut the door behind him. He tried not to think about Imee standing awkwardly in the hall, keeping watch. If she was seen her excuses were thin and it wouldn't take much before suspicions arose. 

Josh pushed the thought from his mind. "Ms McTigue, you said you'd help me after class. I had a question I didn't want to ask earlier. I'm a little embarrassed, and I was afraid to look online. I might see something I shouldn't or that wasn't accurate. The school filters block that content here too."

Ms McTigue nodded slowly, curious, "What exactly were you wanting to look up?"

Josh opened his health book and turned to the section on reproductive systems. "There's a sticker here that covers the one diagram. We need to know that for the test, don't we?"

Ms McTigue took the book and looked at the page. The diagram and female anatomy was neatly blotted out by a large white sticker. "Someone was a little over zealous I think. Josh, that test isn't for another month. Why do you want to study now?"

"I want to study early, especially about something I don't know anything about."

"Let's take a look at mine." Ms McTigue opened her teacher edition and was surprised to find her book had undergone a similar treatment. Imee had convinced Christie that it was a task that needed to be done earlier. "Well Josh, we could head down to the library."

Josh shook his head, "I'd rather not. It's little embarrassing for me. I'd want to do it in private, please?"

"There's nothing embarrassing about the human body, Josh, in the proper context." 

"So in the right context, say education, it's okay to look at a woman's..." Josh trailed of, feigning shyness. 

"Yes, Josh, that's perfectly fine. If it's educational then there's nothing wrong with looking." Ms McTigue smiled comfortingly. "We can go over this soon together, if you'd like, and in private if that would make you more comfortable."

"I'd really like to do this one on one, with you. You'd do that for me?"

"Of course Josh."

Josh took a breath. It was time, "Teaching is your most important job, wouldn't you say?"

Ms McTigue blinked at the change in topic, "Yes, I'd say so."

"And that means making sure your students can learn what they need."

Again Ms Mctigue agreed, nodding slowly and while trying ascertain the direction of the conversation. "Yes, I'd say so." She said.

"And I'm a good student now, right? You know I only want to study, that I don't want to do anything bad? Wanting to learn isn't bad, is it?" Josh asked, plaintively. 

"Josh, of course wanting to learn isn't bad. I know you're a good student; Ms Willis let us know in our last teachers' meeting." Ms McTigue smiled warmly, "Whatever I can do I'm here to help you."

"That makes me feel a lot better, Ms McTigue." Josh said and steeled himself to continue, "Would you say the best way to learn something is from a book, or to learn hands on?"

Ms McTigue thought for a moment, "I would say hands on."

"Then I'd like your help studying right now. Can you show me what I can't find in the book?"

"How would I do that Josh?"

"You could show me yours."

"You know my book is..." Ms McTigue's mouth fell open in shock. She went to speak and then stopped, staring at the back of the room. After a moment she blinked and recovered. For a moment Josh's heart pounded and he felt sure that she could see his legs shaking. She had to see. 

Ms McTigue slowly stood and rested her hand on the phone on her desk. Carefully she straightened it, only a degree or two, and then stood and turned to face Josh. "Do you really think that would be best?" she asked. 

"You said you would do your best to help me. You said experience was the best and that if something was educationally it wasn't bad. You wouldn't want to be a liar, would you? You wouldn't want to let down your student."

"Josh, this seems..." Ms McTigue's eyes were closed now and fluttering behind her lids and she tried to reconcile the contradictions. She swayed, grimacing as the internal struggle lanced through her as pain. Ms McTigue leaned her head heavily on her hand, a strand of her hair fell loose and dangled, forgotten. Josh's shoulders loosen, his tensions eased. Their gamble might just pay off. They had been right. 

"Well Ms McTigue, isn't the best way to learn by experience?" Josh asked, earnestly.

Ms McTigue nodded slowly, "That is true, Josh. I can't see a flaw in your reasoning. What do you think would be best?" she asked slowly, with a great deal of uncertainty.

"You should take off your clothes, Ms McTigue, right now."

Ms McTigue reached up and undid her braid. Her red hair cascaded in copper waves around her shoulders. "Are you sure this is the best, Josh?" Ms McTigue licked her lips nervously and looked around the empty classroom. Something felt wrong, so wrong. Why was she doing this? Why was this a good idea? 

"Ms McTigue, you promised you'd help me study."

She had made a promise, she couldn't break a promise to her student. If she didn't do this she would be a bad teacher, and it was just for educational purposes. Ms McTigue undid her buttons, one at a time, and with each button, with each new inch of pale, white skin she revealed, she felt more confident. Josh was so focused and attentive. He was paying attention to her like no student before ever had. He must be right, this was a good way to teach. She felt a warm glow wash over her. She'd said it before, but teaching was all about the personal touch. Josh had been so kind to remind her of that. 

Ms McTigue let her blouse pool on the floor around her feet. She looked to Josh, uncertain. There was a chill, and a strange feeling niggled that back of her mind. What was she forgetting? Then Josh nodded slowly and Ms McTigue smiled in return, ignoring the stray thought. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It felt so good to help her students.

The bra was beige, boring and small. Ms McTigue winced as she reached up to undo the clasp. She groaned despite her best efforts as she let her breasts loose. It had been so uncomfortable, and to be suddenly free was a wave of relief. She reached down and slipped off her small, practical pumps. 

Josh marveled, she seemed so much smaller without shoes. Ms McTigue stretched idly, her breasts were quite a bit smaller than he expected, but they were perfect. Small Cs, white, with wide pale areola and small dark nipples that perched on her breasts like cherries on a sundae. Her breasts were covered with dark freckles with nipples and her milky skin so pale it almost glowed. Her stomach was rounded slightly, and her hips wide, but her waist cinched in narrowly. She had the full figure of a mature woman, still well in her prime. Ms McTigue, under her boring clothing, was entirely curves. 

Josh's mouth watered. He took a few quick steps and stood behind Ms McTigue. He placed his hands on her knees and ran his fingers slowly up her smooth skin, lifting her skirt. 

Ms McTigue gasped, "Josh, what are you doing? 

"What you did was good, Ms McTigue, but I can't see anything. You said experience is the best teacher, if you didn't let me experience this you would be a bad teacher, wouldn't you? I'm more of an experienced based learner, I need to touch and other senses. You need to tailor each lesson for each student and the situation, isn't that right?" Josh lifted his teachers skirt up over her hips. Her painties were huge and shapeless and pink. 

"You're right, I wouldn't be a very good, ohh...."

Josh's hands slid up her bare hips. He brushed his fingers over her nipples gently and he felt them start to harden. Softly he wrapped his hands around her breasts and squeezed. She was soft and warm. Her plump round breasts filled his palms and as he cupped them and Josh felt her soft flesh press between his fingers. 

"I think the thing that was hardest to learn was about sexual arousal." Josh said breathily as he massaged Ms McTigue's breasts, enjoying her huge soft pillows in his hands. "I think that's what I'd like to cover first."

"Josh... I think we should..."

"I agree Ms McTigue, we should take your panties off."

"What? I wasn't..."

"How were you going to teach me about arousal with your panties covering everything?" Josh reached down and pressed his fingers to the roundness of her mound and gently stroked up and down. "Oh, I can feel you getting wet through your panties already. I don't want to miss anything, you better hurry and take them off." 

"Josh, you're my student. We shouldn't be doing something like this." Ms McTigue said and went to pull away. 

"You're getting turned on, aren't you?" Josh said as he once again started teasing his teacher's nipples. Ms McTigue's small nipples blossomed and grew thick and heavy. "If you are, isn't that what I should be seeing so you can help me study?" Josh tugged them and felt his teacher shudder. "I can see you agree with me. Now, take these off." 

"It, it is educational, right?" Ms McTigue looked back at Josh plaintively. 

"Yes, you're helping me study. You're being a good teacher." 

Relief flooded Mc McTigue's face and she turned and undid her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. "I'm, I'm older, Josh, my breasts aren't as perky as they used to be and I'm not as thin either, I'm flabby. Maybe I'm not the best specimen for you to study." She crossed her arms over her chest, covering herself shyly. 

Josh yanked her arms down and pinched her nipples, rolling them as he tugged. Ms McTigue groaned and her legs gave way. She caught herself, panting. "You like when your nipples are tugged?" 

Ms McTigue nodded wordlessly, gulping a breath, "It makes me feel... hot."

"You're perfect, Ms McTigue, you're beautiful and the perfect specimen to study." Josh tugged her nipples again and was gratified at the large groan as his teacher pushed out her chest into his hands. "You're going to help me learn so much. Look at this, you're the center of attention. No one could take their eyes off you like this."

"They, couldn't?" Ms McTigue panted. 

"No." Josh turned and walked in front of Ms McTigue, taking her nippels and leading her to the front of her desk, the center of the classroom. He turned her to face the empty array of desks. "You'd be the center of attention, not an eye would wander. How about you take your panties off so your class can learn what a beautiful woman looks like?"




Primrose High Ch. 04.5



Primrose High is a multi chapter story and while this current post has little to do with the overall plot reading previous chapters will help in establishing who the characters are. I recommend starting at the beginning. There is a long build up, so if you're waiting on titillating details push on until chapter 3. The story delivers eventually, I promise. 

This is a side chapter, a separate point of view that doesn't appear in the main chapter 4 but happens over the time period. I cut this portion from chapter 4 because I didn't have a place that I could put it that didn't feel like it would drag things out and it doesn't fit into chapter 5, so long story short (ha) I decided to expand it a little-I thought this would be simple and the irony is that it about doubled in length with editing and elaboration-and polish it up a bit and post it anyway. Consider this bonus material. 

With a minor retcon I tried to address the lack of the explanation of Josh and Imee's plan from chapter 4. If I could go back and edit then I'd make it clearer and add some more expository dialogue, character building, etc, but at least there's something here. I'll expand more in chapter 5, which is in the works and should complete the arc of the story I planned. Hopefully I'll hit a good compromise between erotic content and story/character development. 

I'd like any critiques, feedback, comments, suggestions, what have you. I enjoy hearing back from readers and I want to know your thoughts. 

All characters are over 18.

*****

Josh paused briefly to rest between his marathon of pacing, "What if it doesn't work, what if they snap out of it? You noticed how the suggestions start to weaken when the arousal wears off." 

Imee smiled, "Trust me, we're fine. With the instructions I gave them that won't be a problem. Just relax and wait, in a few hours we'll be able to have our answers."

Josh nodded and sighed, still unable to shake the worry. They could be discovered so much easier now. Ms McTigue and Christie may have been subverted but they weren't under Josh and Imee's control, and they weren't able to exercise discretion. If anyone they knew discovered what they were doing the trail would lead back to Josh and Imee. Their two 'converts' would no doubt happily tell the administration at Primrose about their new exciting study project. But it was necessary. Christie had been an unforeseen and but necessary addition. With Ms McTigue hopefully he and Imee could start to delve into the upper workings of Primrose. With teacher access to student information they could no doubt get access to the list of key phrases to the students, then possible to teachers as well. If they kept things quiet, if they kept things subtle, they could take control of the school before Ms Willis even noticed that anything was different. They could undo the changes, erase the dangerous information, hopefully, and go back to reality. 

That was the plan anyway. 

Imee had put it more bluntly when she'd first proposed the idea, "We're going to fuck our way to freedom, champ, just have a little faith. This will be easy."

So, that was the escape clause; seduce, subvert, subsume. Sex. It had gone well so far, despite the minor hiccup. Maybe it would work out. There was nothing Josh could do for now, however. So he stood up and started to pace. Josh couldn't stop wondering and worrying what the two women were doing now, if their spell over them was holding. Hopefully neither of them did anything to blatant. 

- - -

"There is no zeal like the newly converted..."

Christie.

Christie had been working on her homework since she'd left school. It had been a long walk but she still had a great deal left to do. She started in earnest the moment she walked through the door. 

"Mom?" Christie yelled hoarsely. Before the door had closed behind her Christie's hand was already sliding into her panties. The fabric was soaked and clung wetly to her skin. With almost a mind of their own her fingers started to dance over her sex.

From upstairs Christie could hear her mother call back. "I'm here baby. I'm in a hurry though, I can't talk. I'm off to the gym, I forgot my phone. I'll be home soon!"

Christie marvelled at her nearly independent digits. They were so practiced already, so experienced at something she'd never dreamed she'd do. Her steps were erratic and shuffling as she walked to the kitchen, the feelings between her legs so intense walking became a challenge. Christie shuddered as one of her fingers slipped between her lips and slid up, up... There! She sagged and threw her head back, panting loudly. There was loud thudding as her mother's feet drummed down the stairs. Christie licked her lips and for a moment thought about straightening herself. The moment passed as the throbbing in her clit became to intense, too strong to ignore. She circled her love button slowly, then faster, stroking herself. A small moan escaped her lips and she leaned back against the cool metal of the refrigerator. She stood there in the kitchen, skirt hiked up high and her panties, soaked and dank with the smell of her sex, hung between her knees and her hand working like a machine over her dripping slit. Her mouth hung wide open as she gasped for air. 

Her mother walked down the hall and past the entrance to the kitchen. 

"I'll see you soon love, be good!" her mother called. The front door slammed and moments later Christie heard the sound of her mother's car pulling out of the driveway. 

Her mother hadn't seen. If she'd only turned her head a tiny bit she would have seen Christie. Her mother would have seen her pussy, her mother would have seen her daughter masturbating...

Christie threw herself forward and screamed wordlessly, gripping the counter with one hand as she rose up on her tip toes, her hips, legs, ass shaking, as she came. 

She slumped on the cool granite trying to catch her breath. 

Christie thought about her homework, her extra credit. The paper with the notes was something she couldn't barely bring herself to look at. It was too much, it was too embarrassing. It was so embarrassing to have all those screw ups today and the questions she couldn't even bring herself to consider. But it was her assignment, she had to do her homework. A good girl always did her homework, even her mother had said to be a good girl. She couldn't skip this. She opened the paper slowly and stared, biting her lip. It was in her own hand writing, she'd copied down Bethany's-Imee's, Christie corrected herself-directions meticulously.

Imee had been very clear and patient. Christie felt so embarrassed about the way she'd acted, ignoring the instructions from her teacher and going on like that. 

She felt her heart starting to pound. Shakily, she reached for her pen and placed a check next to "increased sexual desires." "I'm not normally like this, I should just calm down..." 

The room was hot, too hot. Christie's blouse and cardigan were stifling and confining. She almost tore the buttons as she pulled them off from her. Finally they were open and the cool air on Christie's heaving chest helped calm her. 

Christie stared down at the paper, wide eyed. This couldn't be her assignment, couldn't... And yet...

Christie felt herself perk. She looked down, her nipples were already hard, pointing straight out from her chest. Imee had taken her bra and told her not to wear one. They were such slutty nipples; Imee, was right. Christie brushed her fingertip softly over them and gasped. "I should stop, I should..." She started teasing her slutty pink nipples, softly running her fingers around them, pinching them, and slowly tugging at them. Christie grabbed her tits and squeezed them. Her delicious bubble gum tits, her big, sexy breasts. Imee was so right, they were amazing. They were meant to be seen. Her nipples shouldn't be hidden. Christie squeezed her tits hard and moaned, her hips giving a single hard thrust on their own. Christie hadn't realized it but she loved this, she loved being touched, loved feeling her pussy getting fingered. She groped for the pen and stabbed it at "increased sensitivity" She closed her eyes, fighting the overwhelming need in her. She couldn't stop, couldn't keep her hand from slipping between her legs, running through her bush-her golden hair matted and wet with her pussy juices-and stroking her lips, spreading, them, sliding her fingers inside and pushing them deep into her hole. One, two, Christie bit her lips and pushed... three fingers were in her, she thought, rolling her head in pleasure. Her hips were thrusting now on their own. Inside her vagina felt so open and empty, god she needed to be fucked!

She could have been seen by anyone. Christie looked at the wide open windows of the kitchen. Her heart slammed in her chest and Christie could feel her clit throbbing. 

She grabbed blindly at the bowl on the counter and her hand came up with a cucumber. Her fingers could barely wrap around it. She stared at the vegetable for a moment-it was long, longer than her outstretched hand-not comprehending and then her hand, with a mind of its own, lowered the thick, green vegetable lower, and lower... 

Their neighborhood was well-to-do, her father made a good living. Their neighbors drove slow on the street and anyone, if they glanced at the house, might see her in the kitchen pleasuring herself. Christie growled with desire as she stroked the smooth cool cucumber along her slit and felt her juices building up inside her. The proper, dowdy people of this street would see Christie naked...

Her pussy was on fire. Her pink lips were hungry, they needed to suck on something. They needed to be filled. 

...they would see Christie naked, sweating, shaking. "More..." She groaned, "Increased capactity/stretching" Leaning back on the counter Christie panted, knuckles white as she clung to the countertop. She threw her head back and screamed. She wanted more, needed more! Christie shouted, a primal yell of anger and hunger and need and victory as she shoved the cucumber inside her. "Fu..." she bit the word off as she she stared up at the ceiling in wonder. She was so full, so tight, her pussy was stretched so wide. She was pumping now, stirring herself, shoving the green thick vegetable deep into her teenage pussy. 

...her neighbors could slow, and stop, and stare in...

She couldn't stop, already she felt it building inside her, rising, cresting like a huge wave and she couldn't hold it back and more it was almost there and she needed it, her mother might be home at any moment but she didn't care, she needed it! Deep inside, stirring her, she felt it hitting her spot, driving her crazy with need. 

...and watch her slamming herself in the kitchen, watch her fucking her own cunt with a thick, long green tool, watch her bucking hips as she came... 

And she did. The orgasm came crashing down on her, throwing her head long onto the table. Her body clenched and she yelled again, thrusting her hips as she climaxed. She felt herself relax and release something and she heard a tinkle and splatter. There were a couple more check boxes to fill out, "Toys," "Multiple orgasms" "Squirting."

Christie rolled onto her back, licking her dry lips she let out a long sigh. The cucumber fell away onto the countertop, rolling along. It glistened wetly with her juices. Christie took a few breaths until her hands stopped shaking enough to write. She made a few notes on her assignment. Idly she licked her fingers. A tingle shot through her as the taste registered and Christie groaned and made another addition to the list. Christie looked down at her hands and slowly, methodically sucked each finger clean. Groaning in satisfaction she lowered her skirt and wrote a short note to her mother. Christie had some shopping to do. 

-

Christie sat in her room hours later. Reports and papers were spread over her desk. Despite the workload from the other classes she hadn't stopped working on her main assignment. There was a knock at the door and Christie's mom walked in. "I thought you might be hungry sweety. How's your homework going?"

"It's going well, thank you." Christie said, taking the bowl from her mother and setting it on her desk. 

"You sound out of breath baby, and your face is flushed! Are you feeling okay?" 

Christie nodded, "I'm fine mom, I've just been getting a little exercise is all." Her mother had made salad; resting on top of the greens were cucumber slices.

"That's good baby, I won't keep you. I know you said you have a study group later. You should bring them over some time, I'm sure it would be nice to have your friends over."

"I'll ask them mom." Christie said, blinking slowly and drawing a deep breath. She tried to keep the quaver from her voice. "I really need to get back to work."

Christie's mom nodded. She took a slice of cucumber from the top of the salad and popped it in her mouth, "It's pretty good, very fresh. We only had the one left so I hope you don't me me stealing a taste. I won't keep you any more. Do your best!" 

As the door closed Christie spread her legs wide. Under her skirt she was bare. No clothing, no hair, nothing to cover her but the juices that were now almost running freely from her open pussy. Imee had told her that she needed to make sure nothing could hide her vulva. People would have to look at it so they could study. Helping them study made her feel good. She wanted to help others so badly. She needed to help them. Helping people made her feel good, the best, really. Having people look at her made her feel so good... Christie caressed her smooth lips gently and circled the small green gem glimmered above her slit. Her nipples and pussy were meant to be pierced; there had hardly been only the smallest a pinch at the tattoo parlor when she'd had them pierced. Delicate bird-of-paradise feathers now rose from above her ass crack, slid around her waist and over her hips, encircled her, and then traced along the lines of her belly leading down to her sex. Even a few hours later there was no pain. This was how she was meant to be. It felt wonderful to have steel through her skin, to have ink showing off her body. Imee had said it would help draw attention to the important places to study. They'd be staring at her. Her classmates, her teachers, anyone. She'd have to spread her lips so they could see her hole. Her hole would have to be nice and wide so people could see it well, Imee had said. Christie ate a slice of cucumber and started to shake. 

She wanted to help people study. Christie stood and turned and walked to her bed, slowly she pulled off pieces of her clothes. The sweater she had worn earlier that day was somehow too tight, the buttons popped free at the lightest touch of her fingers. Her breasts fell free and Christie sighed in pleasure. She was to help people study with her body, so she shouldn't cover it. She stood naked in her room. If she did, she'd be hurting their chances to learn. 

The door wasn't locked, maybe her mother would want to brush up on her anatomy. Or her brother... Christie's nipples hardened at the cool air. Little silver rings dangled from the ends of her pink tits. Imee had said they needed to be marked too, so no one could miss them. Christie looked down and admired her new piercings; her nipples were so big, Imee was right, they were perfect for people to look at and study. Taking her tit in her hand Christie looked in the mirror and admired herself, the way her breast bulged between her fingers as she squeezed it, how her tit filled her hand and overflowed. Had she always been this big, or had she just never taken the time to notice? Either way her body was meant for others to study. 

Study meant experience. Experience meant touching, tasting, licking. Christie lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. Idly she circled her nipples and tugged her new rings. Her body would need to be used to touching, she'd have to be ready for whatever other's needed from her. Denying other people the chance to learn was wrong. So denying other people the chance to touch her was wrong. Christie pulled a hair brush from her nightstand and played the round, smooth handle over her cunt. She would want to be ready for them, she would need to be able to do anything they needed to learn. Christie's juices were overflowing and the soaked handle slid easily into her body. 

It felt so good doing as her teachers told her, it felt so good obeying Josh and Imee. Christie couldn't stop, it had felt so good. Everything she's heard had been like an epiphany from deep inside her she'd realized that it was true, she'd just never looked at it from that point of view. She rolled over and found she was still stroking her lips. Christie closed her eyes and smiled at how things had turned out. She'd been so shy, so prudish. It felt freeing, it felt like flying, and not just from how it felt when she did her homework, when she touched herself. Josh and Imee had opened her eyes. Christie finally felt free and good and clean. Finally she could enjoy herself. Finally she could do what she'd always wanted to so badly. She wanted to help people. 

Naked, ass in the air, a hairbrush protruding from her pussy Christie thought about her brother. He was in college, but he would be coming home to visit soon. She thought about him coming through the open door to her bedroom with his friends, them standing over her like she was now, watching her. She moaned into her pillow as she pumped the handle faster and faster in her wet, open lips, her other finger working her clit. They'd stand around her bed, looking down at her, watch her biting the pillow, see her hole gaping wide open, hungry to be filled, they'd drop their pants and pull out their dicks... Christie shoved her face deep into the pillow and bit it hard and screamed, shoving her ass as high in the air as she could, ready for any of the imaginary men to fill her, to use her, to take her and do whatever they wanted. Their cum would gush into her hole and fill her, overflow from her. Christie thought about Josh, his taste, the taste of Ms McTigue, the feeling and flavor and taste of their cum filling her mouth. She wanted to be owned, she wanted to be fucked, she wanted her body to be used up by others and left sore and open and soaked in juices. She wanted to be their property. Christie shuddered finally, clawing at the bed, shaking, and collapsed hard onto the mattress, her hips spasming as her orgasm washed away all thought. 

She lay there a long time smiling blissfully at nothing. Rousing herself Christie looked at the time. She had to go. 

She needed to get to her study group.

As Christie pulled out of her driveway she wondered if Josh and Imee would be pleased with her homework. A twinge of need and hunger shot through her groin. She hoped they would. She needed to please them. She needed to please her teachers, her... masters.  

- - -

"Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn." -Benjamin Franklin

KATIE

Katie McTigue sighed loudly as she drove home, late, from the school. Principal Steward had droned on too long. Katie was of the opinion that the woman had come by her doctorate and principalship too young and felt like some self possessed, one woman force for change. Principal Steward didn't even see what was happening under her nose. Things had been changing for a long time. They were about to start changing a lot more. 

Katie McTigue was driving slowly, carefully. It was difficult to maintain proper lane position with one hand between her legs. It had been difficult to do her homework with the meeting droning on endlessly. Josh had told her to stay aroused, that any time she started to doubt or worry or question their new teaching plan she was to pleasure herself and remember why it was such a good idea. Being away from him so long had made her doubt. Had she been right to do that? Twinges of guilt and fear and doubt-had she really forced one of her students to eat her out?!-had started to wear away at her resolve. Katie had had to squirm, carefully, rocking her hips and rubbing her pussy against her soaked panties, shifting her thighs slowly, carefully. No, this felt right. It was good, she'd taught Christie a valuable lesson on obedience AND anatomy. Heat started filling her groin and the urge to spread her legs was almost overpowering. Katie had been able to smell her own sex, it seemed impossible that no one else at the table noticed. No one had looked at her, no one had said anything. The thought of the other faculty noticing her teasing herself during the meeting had made her vagina clench. Dr. Steward needed to be taught a lesson on brevity. 




Primrose High Ch. 04.5



In her car Katie thought about holding Steward down on the table naked, fingered her relentlessly while the principal grunted and moaned out the endless notes for the meeting. Katie smiled. She wouldn't mind training the principal in the new teaching regime Josh had shown her. 

Oh she wanted to be a good teacher, her whole adult life she'd wanted to be the best teacher she could be, and Josh had shown her how lacking she was and how she could become better. She wanted to be such a good student! Katie spread her legs and lifted her skirt. She'd long since dispensed with her panties. They were inconvenient and counterproductive if she needed to teach a lesson. Katie caressed her thighs, slowly running her hand up her milky legs, and slid her middle finger between her lips, god her clit was on fire. She was rising and falling in her seat now, as she played with herself, moaning, not holding back. At first Katie had tried to be subtle, to not be too obvious to other drivers, but then the thought of their eyes on her, at red lights when she'd stopped and seen the glances of men in pickup trucks looking down into her car, it had made her want more. She pulled up to a stop light and turned, looking at the young man in the car next to hers. He wasn't paying attention, the light of his phone lit his face; it wasn't safe driving habits. Katie lowered her window and turned, pulling her hand from her pussy she yanked her top lower and lower until her breasts popped free above the neck line. She lifted one of her tits-they really were fine specimens-in her hand and idly stroked her nipple with her thumb. Her pussy juices spread over her nipple and the cool air and her thumb had her nipple hard and long almost instantly. The young man's gaze turned slowly towards her. He stared open mouthed. "The light is green," Katie moaned breathily, "Don't play with your phone while you drive," she said as she pulled away. 

Katie rearranged her clothes to a more professional position and noticed her car seat was damp. She'd cum a little when she felt the man's eyes on her tit. A small puddle had formed between her legs. Having other's look at her... The thought sent tingles through her. A sign ahead proclaimed adult gifts and novelties, something normally she would have scoffed at, but now Josh had given her a new perspective. Maybe there would be something that would be useful as a demonstration for class. 

Katie pulled in and parked. A moment's nerves overtook her, but this was for her students, it was worth any awkwardness. Walking up to the store Katie saw the sign in the window said closed and shrugged in disappointment. She had almost turned to head back to her car when she saw someone she recognized. "Jagvi? What are you doing here?"

"Ms McTigue! I'm so embarrassed," The girl, 19, was older for a high school alumni as many of the students and Primrose tended to be-nearly all youths with wasted and checkered pasts-but even for the short time Ms McTigue had seen her in class it was clear the girl still had the timidity of youth. Her student looked at the ground flustered, "I, I just started and Primrose, you know that, and after talking to Ms Willis I realized I can't work in a place like, well, this." Jagvi gestured at the sex shop. 

Katie looked at the girl, maintaining her composure. The way the Jagvi blushed, for some reason it made Katie feel... hot. She was a slim girl, Indian, with a black lustrous hair, a dark complexion and a long delicate nose that complimented her narrow face and cheekbones. Her eyes were wide and surprisingly light, the rings around her tan irises were wide and almost black. Jagvi was quite stunning, Katie found herself thinking. 

"Why are you here, if you don't mind me asking?" Jagvia asked.

"We're going to be starting the reproductive systems in health soon, I thought I might find some useful visual aides for class." 

Jagvi nodded and shuffled her feet. "Well I'm sorry I can't help. I'm, I'm going to go. I have to catch the bus home." 

Katie nodded. It was so impressive what Primrose could do for young people. Katie knew that this girl had been expelled from her private school for "loose conduct" but after talking to Ms Willis she was embarrassed to be anywhere near a store like this. Katie felt proud of what her school could accomplish. An idea occurred to her. She could help this girl. Josh had shown her that sometimes students needed to be persuaded. "You know, Jagvi," Katie said, "I had really hoped to pick something up tonight. Is there any chance you still have the key to the store?"

Jagvi nodded slowly, "I do, but I quit tonight. I left a letter for the owner on the door." 

"I see that," Katie said. She plucked the note from the door, "You know, this tape might not hold well. If the note were to blow away then your boss might think you just didn't come into work. He'd think badly of you."

Jagvi looked stricken. "I could call and leave a message?"

"Don't you think that would seem just a bit weak of character? That you couldn't even talk to your employer in person?" Jagvi nodded, dejected. "And, you are still technically an employee, your boss hasn't accepted your resignation."

Jagvi nodded slowly.

"Well then, we have a simple solution," Ms McTigue said brightly. "You open the store, just briefly, we'll put the note safely on the counter and you can give me a chance to help your fellow students."

"I really don't know if I should," Jagvi said.

"You do want to help me, don't you? I am your teacher after all."

Jagvi nodded. She looked rapidly between Ms McTigue, the note in her hand and the store key that had appeared in her hand.

"You want to help your fellow students don't you? If you don't do this for me you may hurt their education. You'll deprive them a valuable chance to become better students." 

Jagvi's mouth fell open, "I don't want to do that!" 

Ms McTigue smiled and gestured to the door, "I promise I'll be brief. You'll be doing a good thing."

"It's a good thing?" Jagvi said in relief, of course helping her teacher and other students was good thing to do.

"Very. You're being a very good girl by listening to me."

Jagvi sighed, relaxing. "Thanks for your help Ms McTigue, I would have felt just awful if I'd done something so bad as keeping my fellow students from being the best they could be." A warm feeling spread through Jagvi with the knowledge of her virtuous behavior, and the praise from her teacher. 

Katie smiled gratefully. "I appreciate you helping me, and your fellow students." She surveyed the store slowly. So many possibilities... "Show me around, Jagvi, I'd like to know what my options are. Don't be shy, be professional."

Jagvi cleared her throat, "Well, this aisle is mainly gag gifts, stuff for bachelor or bachelorette parties, mostly it's cheap tack from China. There's costumes in aisle two, both themed for parties and lingerie, aisle three has toys, marital aids, so forth." 

"Aisle three then, lead the way." Katie follow in Jagvi's wake. Already the girl seemed more self assured. 

"This looks interesting." Katie picked up a small egg. "What is it?" 

"That's a high power remote controlled vibrator Ms McTigue, it's a top seller." Jagvi said. 

The girl was biting her lip now, not making eye contact, fidgeting. Something needed to be done. Katie popped open the box and unwrapped it despite Jagvi protests. "Jagvi, I'd like to buy this but I don't know enough about it. I'm not going to damage it, I just want to look at it."

"I guess that's okay... But really, we shouldn't be in here." Doubts began to resurface, rising above the need for Jagvi to assist her classmates and teacher. Surely they would understand the need to leave, the possibility of arrest, the... moral issue of working here? "We should go. I left the note, please let's leave? You can come back tomorrow."

"Jagvi, I probably won't. If I don't you'll be practically stealing from your employer. There was a potential sale and because you were unprofessional, while still employed, you lost him money and possibly a future customer."

Jagvi's mouth fell open. She couldn't steal! She was still employed, even if her employer was of a questionable nature, she couldn't do anything less than her best for him. "No, please, I don't want to do that. What, what can I do?"

"You can help me decide if this is worth a purchase."

"How? I don't know what I can do to help Ms McTigue." Jagvi said. 

Katie smiled at the confusion in the girls voice. Jagvi had so much to learn. "Well, first show me how this works."

Jagvi took the egg and the small remote from Katie's hand. "You remove this tab here, now there's power. The remote has an on/off function." Jagvi hit the button and the egg buzzed in her hand and then fell silent. "And there's a power setting." The egg buzzed and then its pitch and intensity rose as Jagvi pressed the other button. "It's pretty simple."

"Jagvi, I'm disappointed." Katie said flatly.

"What did I do?!" The girls face looked as if she'd been slapped. The weight was mounting; he potential of letting down her teacher, hurting her classmates, tarnishing her reputation, theft and disapproval from her employer. Jagvi felt like she was going to be sick. 

"Let me help. You can make it all better. You didn't show me how it works." Katie stepped behind the girl and wrapped her arms around her. Deftly she removed the remote from Jagvi's hand and held the girls other hand firmly in her's. "Experience is the best way to learn isn't it?"

"Yes?" 

"And I'm trying to teach the students about the reproductive system. Orgasm is an integral part of that system and it will be on the test. A book hardly does the process justice in describing it. They need to learn. If they can't learn, I failed as a teacher, if you can't help me find the right tools to help them, you failed me as a student, as well as your classmates, and your employer as his assistant." Katie lower the girl's hand slowly. Jagvi's eyes were like saucers, her face a mask of shock "If I'm going to understand how this particular toy works, I need to see it in action. Really, in action." Katie hit the button and pushed the girl's hand up. Jagvi grunted. 

"Ms McTigue! You can't do this." Jagvi squeaked. 

"I need to see the product is satisfactory. You need to assist me as a customer. You need to help your employer in completing a sale. You have an obligation to help your fellow students. I'm your teacher and you need to assist me in performing my duties as such. Don't you want to be a good girl?"

Jagvi gasped, "Yes..." The vibration against her labia was traveling deep into her body. The thrum made it hard to think, the tingle was spreading outward from her lips. This was a way out, wasn't it? All she had to do to make everything better was listen to Ms McTigue. She was her teacher, after all, Jagvi thought, her teacher couldn't lie to her. 

"Then be a good student and obey your teacher. This is just a little study session to help you feel better about the test. It's a new hands on learning technique we're going to be using at Primrose. Ms Willis has set up a program that I'm now part of. Don't worry Jagvi, I'm learning too, it's hard at first. But you know I'm good, you're good. I wouldn't want you to do something bad. This is good."

"Good..." Jagvi murmured. If Ms Willis said it was okay, then...

"It's just professional."

"Professional..." Jagvi parroted again, her eyes fluttering. It was getting harder to think. Her worries seemed distant already. This was solving them all. How was this solving them? The question floated to the surface of Jagvi's mind but was quickly engulfed and sank away beneath what Jagvi was forced to admit was the pleasure she was feeling. The need for...

"I need a more thorough demonstration of the device's other functions." Ms McTigue said, "Lift your skirt." 

Jagvi obliged robotically, grasping her hem with both hands and raising it slowly. Jagvi's panties were plain and white. A small dark spot showed on them. Her legs were slim and smooth.

"Jagvi," Katie said levelly, "I'm taking time out of my personal life to give you an impromptu study session. The least you could be is grateful." 

Jagvi looked stricken. How could she have forgotten to be thankful for what her teacher was doing for her? "Thank you Ms McTigue, I really do appreciate the effort you're putting in to help me."

Katie took the egg and pressed it to Jagvi's panties and hit the button. Jagvi and the egg jumped in Katie's hands as the speed increased. The girl swayed on her feet. biting her lip, trying to keep silent. 

"It wouldn't be unprofessional to make noises. You are showing the efficacy of your product." Katie said as she slipped the egg under the waistband of the girls panties and guided it down. She pressed it firmly between Jagvi's and smiled. "Thank you Jagvi. You've been a good girl." Katie hit a button and the egg pulsed loudly for a moment. Jagvi's knees buckled and Katie caught the girl's arm. Katie ran her fingers softly through the girl's bush, massaging her mound. Jagvi groaned softly; the sound of the girl's moan shot a pang of need shot through Katie's clit. "Here, let me help."

"Have, I, helped, enough?" Jagvi gasped out each word.

"Not yet, there's still some more functions I'd like to test. While we work on that let's continue shopping, shall we?" Katie lowered the intensity of the bullet vibrator.

Jagvi sighed in relief and nodded. "There's a lot more to show you. If you look here..." Jagvi yelped and grabbed at her panties as Katie pulsed the vibe. Jagvi looked at Katie in confusion. 

"You were being good. Students who perform well should be rewarded." Katie slapped Jagvi's hands. "No touching that, not unless I tell you to. I'm testing it, remember?"

Jagvi nodded, "Okay. What did I do now?" Jagvi mewled pathetically at the stern look from Katie. The egg had gone still between her lips. 

"You should show me the proper respect."

"I'm sorry, Ms McTigue?" Jagvi offered.

"Better... But more respectful." Katie said, unsatisfied.

"Mistress?" Jagvi asked after a long pause. She moaned as Katie pressed a button on the remote. Jagvi's hands were half way to her crotch again when she caught herself. "Thank you, mistress." she whispered, and yelped as the egg pulsed hard once more in reward. 

"Good girl Jagvi, you've pleased me. As your teacher and your patron." 

Jagvi preened. "Let me show you more that we have to offer, mistress."

Katie smiled to herself as Jagvi showed more items. Experience was the best teacher. She had learned that. Christie had had a taste of that lesson, Katie felt her pussy clench involuntarily at the thought of riding the girl's tongue. Jagvi needed a taste as well. It was an important lesson to learn; confidence, how to help other's, giving them the chance to learn. Katie knew that you needed to be ready at any time to help others learn. Not giving them that opportunity was wrong. Josh would be pleased, she was sure, at how Katie was taking her lessons. 

"Jagvi?" Katie grinned when the girl snapped to attention, "I'd like a little more help deciding on what to buy." Katie took a few items off the shelf, placing them one by one in Jagvi's arms. "How are these?"

"You've made some quite, interesting, choices here." 

"You're going to help me, right?" Katie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You want me to carry them to the counter for you to check out?" Jagvi asked unsure of Katie's meaning.

"No, you're going to show me whether these are worth buying or not."

"But, Ms McTigue, this is too much!" The pile of items in Jagvi's arms made her squirm with doubt, "One thing I suppose, for a teacher, but all these? What does all this have to do with reproductive..."

Katie tutted and walked towards Jagvi. The girl backed hastily until her back was pressed to the wall behind her. Katie leaned on the wall, her arms on either side of Jagvi. "You're my student, at school or not. My job is to teach you and you are to obey me. You work here. Your job is to help customers. Correct?"

Jagvi nodded and quivered. Slowly Katie raised the intensity of the vibrator. 

Katie continued, "You are helping me decide if I should buy something. Already you're demonstrating one product. Your job is to help, the customer is always right. Don't you know that?"

Jagvi bit her lip, "I know that..."

"Fetishes are an integral part of human sexuality."

Jagvi nodded slowly as the information sank in. A teacher would never lie to a student, so it must be true. Fetishes were obviously something they would need to learn in class. "Of course I know that, Ms McTigue. It's just that..."

Katie cut the girl off before she could continue, "And you're supposed to be at your customer's disposal," Katie leaned in closer with her eyes locked on Jagvi's, "to go out of your way to do whatever they need. You are to do what I ask. You're on the clock, it's all professional. Don't you want to be at my disposal? Don't you want to do things... for me?" Jagvi looked as if Katie's gaze had pinned her to the wall. 

Jagvi mouthed yes. Jagvi was a student and an employee, how could she have forgotten her responsibility, her duty, to do as she was asked? It was doubly important! 

"I can't hear you. You shouldn't be so quiet when asked a question. Helping your customer should make you feel good. Answering your teacher's questions should make you feel good. I'll ask again. Do you want to help me, to go above and beyond and do whatever it takes to make sure I'm satisfied with your services?"

"Yes!" Jagvi choked out. Her eyes rolled back as Katie set the vibrator to maximum speed. Jagvi slid slowly down the wall whimpering softly. 

"Demonstrate the products I gave you, Jagvi." Katie said brusquely, cutting the vibrator to its lowest setting. "Don't take too much hair off," Katie said as she cupped Jagvi's crotch, "It's so soft and luxurious, it suits you. I enjoy a little fur on you." Out of the corner of her eye Katie saw the forlorn and hungry look on Jagvi's face. Good, she was learning that there were consequences to obedience and disobedience. Teachers mold their students, and Jagvi would be molded thoroughly. Katie didn't look at the girl as she dressed herself. There was no need yet. Katie relished the surprise, the dismissal of the girl's form; Jagvi would learn that Katie was the one in control. Browsing the aisles Katie placed more and more items into her basket. In the costumes section she paused a long time. A number of these would be very useful indeed. 

There was a high pitched buzz from the other side of the store and Katie nodded in satisfaction. Jagvi was a fast learner. Katie placed the large pile of items on the counter and waited. Jagvi walked up behind her, slowly. Her footfalls were quiet. Katie did not turn to look. Jagvi stepped behind the counter and into view, walking slowly and carefully, as if on eggshells. The look on her face was uncertain, but not about herself, but the search for approval. Excellent. 

"Would you like to check out now?" Jagvi said, forcing her voice to stay level. 

"Not quite yet, I have a few more things to consider." Katie couldn't have been more pleased. Jagvi stood before her all but naked. Katie stepped closer and ran her fingers lightly over Jagvi's hair, down her cheek, lightly down her neck. Around her neck was a collar of thin black leather. It would have been suited for a dainty pet. A leash trailed from it and small heart shaped silver tag hung at Jagvi's throat. Katie tapped it lightly with one of her nails. Engraved on the tag was "Property of", Katie pictures her name on the tag and felt a thrill of pleasure. 

Katie's finger's continued their slow journey downward. Jagvi's breasts were small, pert As, but her areola were puffy and her nipples long and thick, nearly half an inch of beautiful flesh as dark as chocolate. Her nipples stood perked between silver clamps, between which dangled a chain. Katie ran her fingers down the chain and tugged gently, pulling Jagvi closer. The girls dark nipples looked quite tantalizing. Katie brushed her thumb over one idly and Jagvi's breathing became deeper and faster. "Your teats are wonderful, Jagvi. Don't be shy about them. Flaunt your long, thick, nipples."




Primrose High Ch. 04.5



Jagvi blushed at the praise and stood up straighter. 

An intricate silver ring hung from Jagvi's belly button. Katie had noted the hole for the piercing earlier as the girl melted under her gaze and had thought that Jagvi needed more adornment. Katie had heard Imee's instructions to Christie. Visual aids were of course important, the eye needed to be drawn to the important parts of the body so they could be properly studied. With Jagvi's smooth brown stomach and her narrow waist the belly button ring Katie had chosen looked fetching. The girl had no tummy to speak of, only a perfectly smooth belly that curved downwards. Katie ran her fingers over Jagvi's delicate bush and followed it as it ran down over her mound. Katie enjoyed petting Jagvi's dark hair, it was so fine and soft. Jagvi's lips were smooth pristine, lips that glinted with moisture; she had taken the hint of the personal groomer in the pile of items as she'd been meant to. . Good, good...

Katie pressed lightly with one finger between Jagvi's breasts and the girl backed up a step. Katie could now see the fuzzy black cuffs were wrapped around Jagvi's ankles, as well as each wrist. It would only take a moment to restrain Jagvi, should her lesson's require it. She was moments from being in the complete control of her teacher. Jagvi had tip toed in cautiously in bare feet, her posture sculpting her thighs and calfs, lifting her small butt high and making it a delectable little apple. Katie licked her lips. 

Riding up over Jagvi's hips Katie could see the delicate floss straps of the special panties she'd picked out. A small gesture was all it took and Jagvi spread her legs. The sheer panties ran down between Jagvi's lips, and between her lips showed a red circle. The plug built into the crotch of the panties was just visible spreading the girl's pussy open. Katie knew what that meant. Right now Jagvi was filled with the feeling of a thick hard cock. The red silicone dildo built into the panties was 7 inches and all but gone, buried inside the lithe girl's cunt. Jagvi was deep. As she stared at Jagvi's pussy Katie noted the way her lips flexed randomly. Jagvi's hips would spasm al on their own, giving little thrusts against the man that wasn't there. Very good indeed.

At the twirl of her finger Jagvi turned and Katie bit back a laugh of pleasure. A tail sprang from Jagvi. The anal beads were inside Jagvi's ass right now. Both of Jagvi's holes were full. A bushy fox tail fell gracefully from the girls stretched asshole. The umber colored fir went well with Jagvi's dark skin.

"You've done very good Jagvi." Katie said. 

Jagvi turned, letting out a sigh of relief. Her ass and pussy clenched at hearing the praise and hot pleasure welled up inside her. "I'm so glad, mistress."

Katie frowned, there'd been a slight pause before adding her honorific. Katie had been enjoying it more and more and it seemed that Jagvi was less obliged than she had been previously. "If you're studying something, do you think you should commit to it? Put your best effort into learning it, Jagvi?"

Jagvi nodded, "I don't see how else you can learn. As a student we're supposed to do our best, to be the best that we can be."

"I'm sensing a lack of commitment from you."

"But Ms McTigue! I've done everything you ask, how can you say that?"

"You answered your own question."

Jagvi nodded, shamed.

The shame was a good sign, the bullet vibe had fit nicely into a slot in the dildo that now was shoved deep in Jagvi's cunt. Katie turned it on low. A tremor went through her pupil as the thick silicone dick shook Jagvi's core. "Are you ready to commit yourself 100% to our lesson?" 

Jagvi nodded. "Yes."

Katie increased the intensity of the vibe. "Do you understand that that means you will need to wholly commit to your role? For this lesson to work it must be real, are you ready to commit mind and body to this?"

"Yes mistress!" Jagvi moaned. She was leaning on the counter now, her back arched, biting her lip fiercely. She didn't want to pretend, she wanted it to be real, she needed it to be real. It was real. 

"We're studying sexuality now, fetishes, a submissive should strive, desire, hunger, to please her mistress the best she can." Katie continued, "Following her mistress' orders should fill her with pleasure and need, as should her mistress' praise. When she has disappointed her mistress, what do you think should happen?"

"She should be punished!" Jagvi said eagerly, she moaned deeply as Katie nodded. Katie was surprised and pleased; the vibrator had not been used and yet Jagvi was writhing with arousal. Jagvi was taking to her lessons quickly now. Jagvi turned and grabbed a paddle, "Please mistress, I want to please, you. Punish me, punish me for being bad?" Katie pulsed the vibrator and firmly bent the girl over the counter, pressing her tits to the cool glass and lifting the tail. The tug on the tail, her tail, made Jagvi's asshole clench; she felt so full! It felt amazing being dominated, used, forced, having her holes used and toyed with. 

"In the future you will show me proper respect." Katie said. Three quick strokes, each accompanied by a yelp and a long low groan was sufficient, she felt. 

"Thank you mistress," Jagvi murmured. She felt so satisfied being punished. It was what her owner wanted, so it was what she wanted.

"Jagvi, you are my pet." Her student's ass looked much better with a nice wide, red mark across it, Katie mused. It went well with the fox tail. 

"Yes mistress." Jagvi nodded at the obvious statement. She was Ms McTigue's pet. Her property. It went without saying Ms McTigue could do whatever she wanted to her, Jagvi's greatest desire was to please and obey her mistress, her owner.

"From how you've behaved tonight I'm fairly certain you're in heat."

Jagvi nodded as understanding dawned on her. Of course, it was so obvious why she'd misbehaved like this. How had she not noticed that she was in heat? A burning sensation started to spread through Jagvi's vagina. Her clit was burning with need and hunger, how had she not realized? How had she not noticed how much she needed to mate? She squirmed under her mistress's unwavering gaze. Jagvi's cunt was clenching with hunger. Her nipples were tingling and hard. They needed to be sucked and pinched and tugged and bitten. Her holes ached to be used and violated.

"What are you thinking, pet?" Katie asked slyly. 

"I'm in heat, mistress." 

"Be more detailed." Katie said

"I'm a bitch in heat. Your pet needs a long hot dick inside her, mistress." As she said this Jagvi was struck by the realization of how true these things were. She was a good girl and good girl's didn't lie, they didn't say things that weren't true. She *was* a pet in heat, she *was* a bitch that needed to be fucked more than anything. "I want to bend over on all fours and spread my legs and feel my body being filled with semen. I want to be impregnated, mistress."

Katie nodded, satisfied, "Come." Katie said, taking Jagvi's leash and walking toward the back of the store. She didn't look back and there was no tug of resistance from Jagvi. Opening the back door that Katie had noticed earlier she walked out into the night. Behind the store there was a small fenced off parking lot, behind which streetlights dimly lit a wooded park. Tonight was surprisingly warm, the air felt delicious on Katie's skin. A jogging path followed along the tree line, leading back into town. Jagvi paused at the door. Katie looked back and was pleased to see that the girl was on all fours. "Heel."

Jagvi padded forward awkwardly, her tail and the chain between her nipples swinging in tandem.

There was some measure of shyness in Jagvi's eyes as she looked nervously along the dark woods. "Mistress, what if someone sees us? I'm... I'm almost naked." Jagvi said.

"You're my pet. Pets don't wear clothes when they're walked, do they?"

Jagvi shook her head and some of the fear started to evaporate. Why had she had such a silly idea that was was supposed to wear clothes? She was just a pet, after all. Following her mistress Jagvi felt her butt wiggling with excitement. She didn't know what to expect, but just being near her owner filled her with happiness. 

Katie lead them along the trail a short distance. "Show me what a good, obedient girl I have. Do your business." Katie said, pointing to a bush. Jagvi gaped and Katie thought the girl may need to be punished again, but then, slowly, Jagvi spread her legs, pushed her ass out and squatted. There was a faint tinkle of water being made. 

As Katie took in the night she spotted a jogger, his reflective vest flashing as he ran along the trail towards them. Katie smiled at him and waved and he nodded back

Katie turned to Jagvi. "You've been such a good pet, and a good pet deserves a reward." Katie lifted her skirt, exposing her cunt to the girl. "Have a taste of your mistress' juices. Pets lick their owners out of affection. It's a special treat. You'll find it delicious, you want to lick me so badly. You want to show me how much you appreciate having me as your mistress."

Jagvi felt her mouth start to water. She hadn't known until now how much she wanted to lick another woman's pussy. She'd always thought she'd liked boys, but now the smell of Ms McTigue's sex, the sight of her wet, slick thighs, her soaked red bush, her delicate, smooth, soft lips... Jagvi's squirmed and whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed. 

"What is it, Jagvi?"

"Your pet came a little, mistress." Jagvi said shyly, unsure if this was a good or bad thing.

"That's a good pet, you should love the thought of licking me." Katie motioned. 

Jagvi stepped forward on all fours and sniffed at her mistress' bush. The smell was heady and made her feel dizzy with need. Nuzzling her nose against her mistress' lips Jagvi savored the scent and wetness. Jagvi opened her mouth, and pressed her tongue wide to Ms McTigue's pussy. She had never tasted anything so delicious, the musk, the tang, the secret smell of her mistress' sex, the precious juices filled her mouth and nose with their flavor and scent. Jagvi's head swam. She pressed her lips to her owners and slid her tongue between them, she needed more, she couldn't waste this precious treat. Jagvi lowered her tongue and circled Ms McTigues hole and gulped down the sweet nectar that ran from it. Jagvi thrilled at the taste, the texture of Ms McTigue perfect, smooth pussy. Jagvi explored her owner's cunt more and found the smooth, small, round nub of Ms McTigue's clit with her tongue and circled it. Jagvi lapped at her mistress' sex. Her owner spasmed and Jagvi filled with pride, she was pleasing her mistress! 

"That's a good girl, Jagvi! You've done so well. Cum for your mistress." Katie groaned and grabbed Jagvi's head. She twisted the vibrator control to the max and Jagvi's legs spasmed as the intense pulse hit her. Jagvi lurched forward, burying her face in her owner's snatch, fingers clawing at the ground. "Don't hold back, cum nice and loudly and let everyone know how well you've pleased your mistress." Jagvi lapped desperately at the most delicious vagina-the most delicious anything-she'd ever taste, holding back as long as possible. She felt a tug and a tightening in her ass as Katie grabbed her tail and pulled it. The fullness of the her cunt and her ass was too much and Jagvi threw her head back and howled in pleasure, her fingers and toes digging and pawing at the grass as her hips thrust. Jagvi came hard, her slim body quaking as the waves of pleasure battered her. 

Katie stroked Jagvi's head tenderly as the girl whimpered and came again and again. With Jagvi's head back and her hair a wild mane, her arms planted forward and squatting on her haunches Katie thought the girl really did look like a pet. 

The jogger ran past them. With his eyes on the trail and headphones playing music loudly he wasn't aware of a thing. He didn't see Jagvi, only the woman standing with a leash leading into the bushes, walking her pet and enjoying the night. 

-

Inside the store Jagvi had dressed herself and packed the things that Ms McTigue had bought. The back of Katie's car was very full. Katie stroked Jagvi's hair, "You did an excellent job tonight. You did very well at helping me." 

Jagvi closed her eyes and leaned into Katie's hand, "I'm so glad mistress."

The receipt was very long but the expense didn't weigh on Katie's mind, she could afford it. Her time at Primrose and its stringent policies left her with precious few outlets for her income and her rainy day fund had grown over the last year. "I'll see you tomorrow Jagvi, have a good night." Taking the last couple bags Katie turned to leave,

"Mistress, Ms McTigue..." Jagvi called after her. She wasn't dressed as her pet now, and Jagvi was unsure how to address her owner in public. 

Katie stopped and turned around. 

"Tonight's lesson was, well it was very, informative." Jagvi continued, "I'd, well, maybe you can show you some more things? I wouldn't mind helping in class or you or anything..." Jagvi trailed off lamely looking forlorn. Jagvi felt so hungry. She'd never felt so hungry and satisfied at the same time as when Ms McTigue had slipped that collar around her throat. She had never felt so good. It couldn't just end like this, it couldn't just slip away.

"You pleased me very much." Katie said, "You'll have a chance to help me again soon." Katie told Jagvi her phone number. "I'll be in touch. Don't hesitate to get in contact with me if I can help you in anyway. That's why I'm here." Katie left the girl smiling deliriously, looking at the stip of paper and its short string of numbers. The door closed behind Katie and she could hear the delighted whoops from within the store. Jagvi was a good hearted girl. Thinking about how bright and happy Jagvi had been she perked up. Katie loved seeing students happy. The picture of Jagvi on all fours, on a leash, licking desperately at her pussy drifted through Katie's mind. Katie toyed with the notion of those cuffs, imagining how Jagvi would look tied down to a bed, legs and arms wide open, blindfolded, so she can only feel, powerless to resist Katie touching her anywhere she wanted... That would need to be added to the lesson plan. Katie mentally ran through the inventory of her purchases. She would need to try some out on her drive to Josh's home. She couldn't wait. 

Thinking of first Christie, and now Jagvi, Katie had never been so satisfied and pleased with her teaching. And there was still so much to learn! Katie wondered what lessons Josh would have for her tonight. 

*****

Jagvi laughed quietly, one last time. She had felt silly dancing for joy in the dark, and also it had felt so very right. It was ludicrous how happy the number in her hand made her, but she needed it. She needed that feeling again, to know the thrill through her whole body, her whole being, of pleasing Mistress. 

Already Ms McTigue's name had changed in Jagvi's mind. 

Looking out on the traffic, the lights of cars as they passed by the store, Jagvi slowly lifted her skirt. She had thrown away her panties. They were a hazard, more than anything. She was going to help Mistress teach about the reproductive system. If people couldn't see her bare lips, her lips wet from the thought of those very eyes, how would they learn? Jagvi pushed out her hips and spread her legs wide. Jagvi stroked her bush and imagined it was Mistress' fingers petting her, caressing her. She sighed happily. It would be hard work, but Jagvi would help them learn. She would teach them and that would please Mistress. The thought made her empty vagina clench and Jagvi squirmed and pushed her ass out and leaning forward, presenting herself. Being in heat was terrible, delicious, wonderful agony. She was so glad Mistress had made her realize she was in heat. 

Jagvi thought about how initially the lesson had taken time to sink in. Other students might resist, Jagvi reasoned; she was good, but she had been slow to submit. The momentary shame faded as a thought struck her. Maybe Mistress would order her to help teach those hypothetical resistant students. Jagvi dragged her nails across the countertop. Her other hand slid along her wet slit and two fingers found their way inside her hole and started to stroke herself.. Jagvi groaned. Mistress would be so pleased, she be so happy when Jagvi ran the students down and pounced on them and forced them to see the good and helpful lessons Mistress was teaching. Jagvi would pin them down and make them submit to her, she would force them to learn to submit to Mistress. 

Jagvi shook as she came softly. It felt good, but it wasn't the same as when Mistress ordered her to. The heat had lowered inside her to a steady throb from a burning inferno. Jagvi wondered if helping her classmates would quench the flames, but decided she hoped not; it felt so good. She was a bitch in heat, this is who she was, it was right to be this way. 

Jagvi locked up the shop. She'd already ripped up the note she'd first come here to leave. She wouldn't be resigning her position, not unless Mistress told her to. It could be useful again. 

Outside the shop the night was dark and clear, lit by stars and the sparse traffic. Jagvi felt naked, no not naked, that felt good, no she felt incomplete without her tail. In the bottom of her bag were the things that Mistress had bought for her. She wanted to be with mistress so badly. Soon. Looking up into the night the moon shown in Jagvi's eyes. Jagvi again thought again about her classmates. She hoped they would resist. She hoped Mistress would reach down and unlatch her leash. A feral grin spread across her face and she growled with satisfaction. The sound was decidedly predatory.



Primrose High Ch. 04



"Okay, Josh." Slowly she lowered her panties. 

Josh sighed as her looked her up and down. He could smell her sex, hot and wanting. He kneeled and ran his hands up her calves. Her skin was hot and flushed against his fingers and he could hear his teacher's breaths coming faster and hoarser. His hands slid up her smooth porcelain thighs. Her bush was bright red and stood out like fire. He traced his fingers through her fine, almost downy hair. "This is making you hot, isn't it?"

Feeling Josh's breath on her sex, his mouth mere inches from her sex, Ms McTigue fought the old urges, her old needs, and tried to remain composed. She was a professional afterall. "I, I am feeling, aroused, Josh, yes." 

"You're a great teacher for working so hard for your students, aren't you?" Josh stood and again placed himself behind her. 

Ms McTigue felt a pang of guilt at the regret that coursed through her as Josh's mouth moved away. "I'm a great, teacher... Oh!" She moaned loudly as Josh's finger pressed to her bare lips. 

"What are these?" Josh whispered in her ear. 

"Labia, majora ahhhh!" the last syllable exited her mouth as a gasp, Josh's fingers easing their way up and down her slit.

"They're so slick, why is that?" Josh asked.

"I'm, I'm feeling arousal. This is bad, I shouldn't be..."

"You're helping me study, it's very self sacrificing to be so involved. Now, what am I feeling now?" Josh slid his fingers between her wet lips and she bucked in his arms.

"My clit!" Ms McTigue gasped. 

"Is that all I need to know for the test, or is there more that I should know about?" Josh asked coyly, his fingertip gently circling her small button. 

"More..." Ms McTigue groaned and reached her hand back over her shoulder, grabbing at Josh. 

Josh took her weight in his arms, holding her too him. "There's more? Or you want more?"

"I don't... Oh, I don't know!"

Josh ran his hand up over Ms McTigue's hip, stroking her smooth, pale skin. He let his fingers brush lightly over her nipples and was gratified to feel her shudder and her hips thrust against his hand. "Teachers should be obeyed, right?"

"Yes..." Ms McTigue said breathlessly, feeling lost at sea as the world spun around her. 

"A teacher's students should listen no matter what, they should want to please their teachers." Josh rolled her nipples between his fingers softly and felt them grow stiff and longer. 

"Oh, yes!" Ms McTigue groaned, grasping desperately at something that felt solid and true. 

"And a teacher should always be learning, they never can know everything they need to tell their student?" Josh let his fingers slide down Ms McTigue's drenched slit and gently circled her hole before sliding his middle finger inside her pussy. 

Ms McTigue stiffened, her eyes bulging, "Ohhhhh! That's, that's very astute Josh, I think we should talk about this more, more...

Josh talked over her, continuing, "I think I'm teaching you something right now, you've never done this type of lesson before, it's all new isn't it? You wanted me to stop before we finished. If you're not being a very good teacher, maybe that makes you the student..."

"I'm your teacher Josh, you're my..." the indignant tone stopped as Josh curled his finger inside her vagina and felt the special texture of her g spot. He stroked up and down and Ms McTigue stood motionless, mouth open, eyes closed. 

"You didn't teach me to do this, you didn't even know how best to teach your student. You don't even know how to show off your body." Josh forcefully spread Ms McTigue's legs, letting her imaginary class stare between her pale, creamy thighs at her bush, at her gaping pussy that was dripping on her desk, at her student's finger slowly probing her body. 

"I didn't do a good job?" Ms McTigue's face dropped as she said it. 

"You really do need to be taught a lot don't you? It's sad you know so little about this isn't it?" Josh pushed two fingers between his teacher's spread lips and started sliding them in and out. 

"How, how can I do better, Josh?" Ms McTigue leaned back, opening her legs wider and wider. Her class had to see, they had to learn, she had to teach them. She gripped her desk and felt her pussy tremble. Imagining the eyes of her student, rapt on her, made her flush, her clit throbbed intensely. She needed to do this, she needed to. "I need to know, I need to be a good teacher."

"I can help you." Josh whispered softly in her ear. Ms McTigue's hips started to thrust as she ground against his hand.

"Help me?" She pleaded. 

Josh stepped in front of Ms McTigue and pushed her back onto her desk. He grabbed her hands as she went to cover her breasts and then smiled, "No, you're right, you should show these off more. Massage your breasts, play with your nipples. Help me see what it looks like when a woman is really turned on." Josh kneeled between her spread legs and looked at the glistening lips before him. 

"Josh, what are you doing?!"

"I need a closer look if I'm going to learn, don't I? You really need help, don't you?"

Ms McTigue stared down at Josh plaintively and nodded, biting her lip as she squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples.

"Do you want to be the best teacher you can be?" Josh softly kissed her thigh. Her skin was warm and soft and flushed and Josh could smell her sex. 

"Yes."

"That means you want me to teach you, correct?" Josh kissed higher, his hands sliding up between Ms McTigue's legs, caressing her thighs as he spread wider and wider.

"Yes!"

"So that makes me the teacher now, and you the student, right?" Josh pressed his lips gently to her hot lips and kissed her. 

Ms McTigue was panting now, shaking in her arms, "I'm, I'm, I'm the...." she stammer. 

"Say it, don't stutter. You're my student." Josh ran his thumbs gently along her lips and spread her open. 

"Oh, yes..." Ms McTigue was staring down at him, between her thighs, wide eyed mouth open. 

"Say it."

"I'm the student, I'm your, ohhh! I'm your student!" She screamed as Josh pushed his tongue between her lips and slid it slowly up her slit. It felt so right, it felt so good to say it!

"Learning feels good doesn't it? That makes you a very good student, a very good girl." Josh teased his tongue over her lips, playing with the frills of her pussy. 

"Am I?!"

"Yes, you are. Now, being a good student you should answer your teacher's questions quick and honest, right Ms McTigue?"

"Yes! Ask me anything, Josh!" Her pussy was soaked, her thighs glistening with her juices. Josh wrapped his arm around and held Ms McTigue's ample ass and grabbed her firmly, pulling her to him as he tried to control her thrusting hips. Josh pressed his tongue wide against her lips and lapped her hot wet pussy. She moaned, each lap sending her voice higher and louder, Josh felt Ms McTigue's fingers slide through his hair as she pulled his face towards her vagina. Josh slowed his licks and Ms McTigue relaxed, growing quieter. She looked down and swallowed hard,"Please call me Katie, since I'm your student. I'm yours to teach Josh, don't stop now!"

"I need to know something about your other students. There's some information in their records that I need you to get for me. I need you to tell me..."

Behind Josh the door opened with a click. He turned in shock to see Christie standing there with Imee trailing her with a desperate look on her face. 

"Ms McTigue! Josh?! What's going... Oof!" Christie grunted as Imee shouldered her, shoving her into the classroom and closing the door behind them. 

Josh thought desperately, "Ms McTigue, Katie, tell Christie we're having a private study session. It's about the human body and it's educational, so it's okay."

Katie smiled warmly, stroking Josh's hair, his head still between her thighs, "It's perfectly fine Christie, no need to get worked up. Josh had a problem with his book and need some help studying for the test coming up on the reproductive systems. It's just for educational purposes."

Christie blinked slowly, looking at her naked teacher, then down to Josh, his face wet and still inches from Ms McTigue's vagina, "This is wrong, you're supposed to be good, good girls don't... do this! Not in class, not with students. And you're good too, Josh, you know that's bad to do!"

"I'm helping Ms McTigue with a new course," Josh said, slowly standing, "I have a note from Ms Willis." He handed Christie the crumpled slip of paper. 

""See me for help on the class transition."" Christie read. "I guess so, if you say it's alright."

Imee let out a sigh, nearly slumping into the door with relief.

"I'm just going to go talk to Ms Willis about this." Christie said, turning to leave. 

Imee spun and grabbed Christie and before anyone could say a word the two were on the ground. Imee spun, pinning Christie under her and shoved Ms McTigue's discarded panties into her mouth. Imee held Christie's arm behind her back, holding her down. 

Katie blinked, looking around the room. "Christie, you're saying this isn't right? And Bethany, you're being awfully rough. Student's shouldn't manhandle each other like that. In fact, good girls aren't supposed to... Josh, I don't know what came over me earlier, this seems." Katie swayed as she held her head, "Ow..." 

While the scene played out Josh had slowly, carefully walked behind Katie and slipped his arms around her. His fingers traced the outline of her breasts. "Christie is disrupting our lesson. I thought you wanted to be a better teacher Katie?"

"I did, Josh, but this, this isn't appropriate." Katie said, fighting to understand what had come over her. 

Josh pinched Katie's nipples and felt her perk. "I thought you said I was the teacher."

"I did, Josh, but I think that may have been a mistake. I think... Oh JOSH!" Katie cried out. 

Josh grabbed her hips and pulled her back, slamming her plump apple ass against him. Josh yanked down his pants and slid his penis between Katie's thighs so his tip protruded just below her lips. Josh reached down and circled Katie's clit, his other hand tugging and rolling her nipple. "You don't want to go back on your word, do you?"

"No!" Katie said as she weakly tried to escape his grip. She looked down as Christie still struggling on the floor, her cries muffled by the discarded panties. 

"You want to be a good teacher, I have a note from Willis and I'm a good boy. There's nothing wrong with what I'm saying, right?"

"Yes, that's true Josh." Katie grew still, letting Josh touch her without any resistance. 

"I'm helping you learn a new way to teach right now and Christie interrupted. You should stay focused on the lesson, Katie. Bethany is only helping keep order in the class, we're both acting as teachers. Christie is being very disruptive. Now, reach down and stroke my penis against your lips, we need to continue our lesson." 

Katie shook her head as she tried to clear away the cobwebs, "Christie, I am your teacher and you shouldn't question my lesson plans." Katie reached down and ran her fingers over the tip of Josh's penis. She pressed it between her lips and rolled her hips, sliding it forward and back. His penis felt so hot against her hands and soon was soaked with her juices, slick and wet, as were her fingers. Her bright red bush drew the eye like a beacon on her pale skin. "Do not raise your voice in my classroom, we can discuss, things, like, adults." The last few words came out as grunts as Josh started to thrust behind her. He grabbed Katie's hips and thrust, pushing his penis between her waiting lips and up inside her. Katie shuddered in ecstasy, "Oh Josh! You shouldn't do that!"

"You need to study my anatomy too, so you can better teach your lessons." Josh whispered in her ear.

"I do?" Katie asked. 

"Yes, you do. Doesn't it feel so good to learn? There's no reason to be ashamed of this, or think anything of it. We're all just learning. Let me teach you more. I have a little assignment for you, to see how well you're doing as a pupil. " 

Katie leaned forward on one of the empty desks. Her body thrummed with need and energy. She was intensely aware of her body; her nipples, so sensitive and tight, her breasts swinging freely with each push of Josh's penis, her cunt, so full and hot and hungry for more, her clit pulsing with heat. Katie pushed her chest out and spread her legs. She raised her butt in anticipation of each thrust of Josh's penis, her teacher's penis, and rocked back into him. "Tell me, Josh, tell me what to do. I want to be good, I want to please you."

Josh took Katie's hair in his hand and pulled her back to him. He ran his fingers along her jaw, raising her head, and kissed softly up her neck. He then started to whisper. 

Christie struggled in Imee's grip. Imee held Christie's arm pinned behind her back and turned her to face Josh and Katie. Imee slid her hand up Christie's thigh and under her skirt. "You're wet!" Imee exclaimed in surprise, "Oh you little hypocrite, you get turned on watching an older woman get finger and fucked. Good girls shouldn't be hypocrites, they should be honest about what they are." Imee ran her fingers to up and down Christie's panties and felt them growing damper. Christie struggle to get away but only managed to rub herself against Imee's hands. "If you're honest with yourself then you're a horny slut. You love this." 

Christie's protests were muffled by the panties still stuffed in her mouth. Christie shook her head fiercely and thrashed trying to break away from Imee. 

Imee grinned wickedly at the girl, the girl that had tried to help wipe Imee's mind, "You like being fingered by a girl. I can feel your cunt getting wet and open. If you don't admit it you're a liar..."

Above them Katie looked at them through her hair. She brushed her long red hair away and tried to fix Christie with a hard look despite her flushed face and panting breaths. "Christie, don't you want to help your fellow students?"

Christie nodded slowly, eyes wide and wet with unspilt tears.

"You're going to help them by studying. You're going to help them in the best way possible, by being a good study partner and helping them learn. Sit still and don't move, you'll interfere with their schooling." Katie took a moment to pause and close her eyes, grinning with pleasure as Josh took her breasts in his hands and played with her nipples, "Josh is acting as an interim teacher, with Imee as his assistant. You will listen to them as if they are you teachers. You and I are to be their students for a special project. Imee, take off her clothes."

Imee grinned as she pushed the now more placid Christie back onto a desk and began yanking off Christie's clothes, tossing them haphazardly aside; sweater, t-shirt, tank top, beige dull bra. "So many layers. It's like unwrapping a present." Imee winked as she undid Christie's bra. "Mmm, look at these pink, bubble gum tits. You have a nice pair of Cs. They're so perfect and round. Oh, and look how puffy your nipples are! How fun. You see, I have hardly any breasts so these are all new to me. I think I need to get to see them more up close, don't you think, Ms McTigue?"

"Josh, what do you, uh.... think?" Katie looked back for confirmation from Josh. Josh ran his hands over her back and nodded. Moaning deeply Katie's head dropped down limply, her hair swung in crimson waves as her breasts dangled, swinging pendulously as her whole body swayed with each pump of Josh's dick. Katie bit her lip as she tried to suppress a groan. Her pink nipples were hard and long, and her round breasts swung with each thrust. 

Josh smiled and murmured into Katie's ear, "Teachers enjoys seeing students learn, it should fill them with pleasure as it should fill students with pleasure to be taught. A teacher should use every tool to help students learn, make them feel good, motivate them."

Katie roused herself and looked at Christie, "Christie, as your teacher for this assignment you should listen to Imee. She has great advice, and you know she's good, you were in the office when it happened. Good girls can't lie, can they?"

Christie shook her head. She squeezed her eyes shut as the wave of contradictions hit her. Her moan was muffled by the gag. The moan of pleasure and pain grew louder as Imee ran her tongue over Christie's nipples. "I just love big tits. They're so much fun. And yours are huge. Look at these slutty nipples, I hadn't even touched them and they were already so hard. I bet you love having them pulled on." Imee let go of Christie's arm and pulled her soaked panties down to her knees. Christie's bush was large and dark. Imee spread Christie's lips with her finger's and stroked her exposed pussy, "Pink bubble gum pussy too. You're so soft and smooth. You'd look so good bare. Your pussy is meant to be bare, to be eaten, to not hide a thing, just a smooth, pink lovely mouth that loves to suck dick. You're soaked, you love this don't you? Being forced, watching another woman get fucked, having a girl licking and fingering you. Admit you like me fingering you Christie." Imee's finger slipped effortlessly into Christie' pussy and Imee laughed as her captive shook and collapsed back onto the desk. 

Sudden Christie was on her feet, yanking the gag from her mouth. "Ms McTigue, you have to help me." Christie moved cautiously for the door, "You, you can't so this, this is bad!" 

Ms McTigue suddenly stood up, pulling away from Josh and slowly steadying herself. "You're right Christie, this is unacceptable. Josh, Bethany, stand aside." Imee and Josh locked eyes, neither knowing what to do. "Christie, come here." Christie pulled down her skirt and took a moment to catch her breath. She smiled confident at Imee and Josh as she stepped towards the teacher. Ms McTigue rested her hand again on her desk phone. Casually she slid it from the desk. Christie watched the phone clatter on the floor uncomprehending and looked up to find Ms McTigue standing in front of her. Katie took Christie's face firmly in her hands and kissed her hard, stopping any of Christie's protest with her tongue. The shock lasted only a second but that was more than enough time. Katie spun Christie around and shoved her bodily back so she lay face up onto the teacher's desk. Katie strode forward confidently and climbed onto the desk and kneeled over Christie's face, pinning her down. "Christie, we are studying the reproductive systems and you seem to require more hands on tutoring. Orgasm is an integral part of this system. You will study up close and personal, you will have to see and experience one, I feel. Imee, perform cunnilingus on Christie." Christie fought, grabbing at Katie's butt and thighs, trying to dislodge the woman from on top of her, she kicked and squirmed as Imee pushed her legs wide open. The struggle faltered as Imee pressed her lips to Christie's pussy and kissed her passionately, deeply, wetly and Christie's half muffled yells of protest became a long shuddering groan. Christie's body shook and Katie smiled. "That's right Christie, you like this. You love to learn, the experience of learning. You love to do as your teachers say. You love to make make others feel good, being good is all about thinking of others." Katie looked longingly and pulled Josh towards her. Katie took Josh's erection in her hands and continued talked to Christie as she licked Josh's penis, "You love the taste of my juices, the smell of my sex, the feel of my body." Each time she spoke she shook with joy, each order sending tingles and shocks of pleasure through her body. 

Josh took Katie's face and pulled her to him, as she had done earlier to him. She opened her mouth and slid his dick deep into her mouth, sucking him, sucking her own juices from his dick. Katie closed her eyes and savored the flavor. She moaned now, louder and louder, Christie's struggles to escape had stopped, she grabbed at Katie's thighs and butt now, not to push her away, but to pull her down to her. Imee lapped at Christie's pussy, holding her bucking legs wide open as the blonde's hips thrust in the air, banging against the desk. 




Primrose High Ch. 04



"Yes, yes, that's it Christie, that's a good girl! Drink my honey! Eat my pussy! You need to cum hard for your teacher!" Katie yelled as she pulled back for a breath. Katie grabbed Josh and pulled him back to her to swallow his dick, pumping it in her mouth as she sucked desperately, moaning and quivering as her back arched. Beneath her Christie's hips rose high in the air and her entire body shook as she screamed in ecstasy. Imee supported her hips and plunged her tongue inside Christie's vagina. With an oomph Imee pulled back. Christie's twitching vagina was squirting in long archs, splashing juices over Imee's surprised face and dripping onto the desk. Katie would have screamed had her mouth not been stuffed with Josh's dick. She reached down and grabbed Christie's hair and leaned forward, pushing her pussy into the girl's face. It was too much for Josh and he yelled and came in Katie's mouth. 

Katie swallowed, drinking his semen as she shifted and pulled him from her mouth, pointing Josh's twitching member downwards. Katie slid back and streams of white cum sprayed over Katie's breasts, stomach, and down into Christie's open mouth. 

Christie lay there, panting, her face glistening with her teacher's juices and streaks of cum. 

"Fuck me this is too hot!" Imee gasped, sweat dripping beaded on her forehead. Desperately she shoved her hand desperately into her pants and began to finger her cunt 

Katie stepped down from the desk and let out a long, slow sigh, "Christie, you made a mess. I expect you to clean it up." 

Christie looked up, dazed, "How...?"

Katie leaned over Christie and gently smoothed her tousled hair. Cupping Christie's head Katie raised it to her dangling breast, "Help me clean too, lick it up. Don't waste something your teacher made for you. You need to know the whole process intimately to understand it fully, isn't that right, Josh?" 

Josh nodded wordlessly as he watch Christie licking the older red head's cum soaked tits. 

"Now," Katie continued, "You know how to clean up the mess you made." 

Christie turned and leaned down and started to lap at the puddle on the desk. A long moment passed as she stared down. "I shouldn't," she mumbled to herself, "Why did I do these things? Wait, why am I?"

"Katie, pleasure Christie." Josh said as he knelt by Christie. Behind her Katie leaned in and began to lick Christie's open pussy. "You're a good girl Christie, right?" 

Christie nodded, her eyes going blank as her teacher slurped and sucked her clit. 

"You're a good girl, your teacher is, Bethany is, I'm good also. I have this note from Ms Willis that I'm helping with a transition in how classes are taught." Josh flashed the note again. Christie looked at it with unseeing eyes and nodded in a daze. "This is all okay. It's good to obey your teachers"

Christie leaned forward and whispered breathily, "It's good. It's good..."

"That's right. You're good too." Josh said. "Nothing we say is a contradiction. You want to be good, you want to do good and get a good grade in class. You want to please your teachers."

Christie slowly leaned forward as her eyes drooped. Her mouth hung slack and slowly her tongue slid out. She leaned down and, tentaviely at first, then with wider and faster licks, lapped up her cum. Her licking rocked her body back against Katie's face. "You love the taste of your juices, Christie," Imee cooed as she stroked the blondes hair, "You love the taste of pussy, even your own. It's a good thing, it's natural. You're doing a good job obeying us. That makes you feel good. It makes you hot..."

Josh stood and looked at Katie, a note of concern was in her eyes. She was slowing, looking around, confusion, small now but growing, spreading across her face. Her hands drifted up to cover her breasts. Her legs, once spread wide and proud and dripping, began to close to a more demure position. 

Imee followed Josh's gaze and stepped in wordlessly, pulling her fingers from her own wet cunt and sliding them into the older woman's. Imee began to whisper into their teacher's ear. 

Josh leaned down to Christie who was now smiling dreamily, "How did I do, Josh? Should I call you teacher? Mr....?"

"Josh is fine," Josh said, "Christie. You did okay, only a low B. But you can improve your grade." 

Christie transformed from crest fallen to eager, she literally perked up at the words; her nipples growing hard and pointed. "What can I do? Please, I only get As, I never get a lower grade. How can I make it up?" 

Josh nodded at Imee and the almost supine Ms McTigue. Imee made the older woman look tiny, despite her large breasts. Katie looked even paler with Imee's copper skin pressed to her, her fingers playing the woman's pink spread lips like and instrument. "It's natural to be unsure with something new as a student. Imee is giving your classmate instructions. Go listen and get your homework assignment." 

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Josh's neighborhood was quiet. It was a school night, the sun had set hours before. All seemed as it usually was. Cold, still, nothing unusual. A Lexus, five years old, was the only thing that was out of the ordinary. In the house things were far from normal. 

From the basement a rhythmic banging could be heard. 

Josh groaned and rolled to the side, naked. Cum and juices soaked the ancient pull out bed, the air was pungent and humid with the smell of sex. "Imee, can you take over?"

Imee held up a hand as she finished her drink. She sighed as she finished, "Whoo, I'm getting really tired here." 

Imee stood and stretched. She was wearing almost nothing except for her own skin. Long necklaces draped between her small breasts. She had peacock earrings on to match the green and orange and blue streaks that once again colored her hair. A thin belt hung on her hips and a set of bracelets jingled on her wrists. The small trinkets seemed to somehow make her appear even more naked. 

Ms McTigue lay sprawled, her legs open, her mouth open, the lips of her pussy open. All of her glistened with sweat and her juices and cum. Her eyes were closed and she sighed happily, licking a stray droplet of semen that had landed on her crimson lips. Her makeup, she had put on without being told, was thick and heavy and smeared around her eyes. Dark eyeliner and mascara, red eyeshadow to match her hair and her deep red lips. She didn't open her eyes as she lay there. Despite the crude surroundings she languished in the bed like a goddess. "Am I doing well Josh, am I being a good student?"

"Yes, Katie, you are." Josh sighed, worn out. It had only been 30 minutes but his teacher, now his and Imee's student, was taking to their 'studying' more than he'd expected. "Katie, I have a question for you."

"Yes, Josh, whatever I can do for yoooouuu..." the last word stretched into a long squeal of ecstasy as Imee kneeled at the foot of the bed and started stroke Katie's dripping pussy. 

"What can you tell us about the way that students are made to be good?"

"Ms Willis does that, I don't know anything, I don't." Katie writhed as Imee slipped two fingers inside her, slowly curling them, stroking inside her vagina. 

"You must know something." Josh said, frustrated. 

"I don't, they just become good."

"Students should answer their teacher's questions, correct? Don't you want to be good?"

"Yes, yes! I'm good, I am. I don't know! Please!" Katie's hips were in the air now, thrusting hard. here eyes were tightly closed in an agony of pleasure. She clawed at the soiled sheets, dragging them towards herself. "Please, I don't know, I want to be good!" 

"Imee, you can..." Josh stopped as the doorbell rang. "Shhh. Hold on just a second." Josh yanked on clothes as quickly as could, stumbling up the stairs. 

Katie moaned in disappointment as Imee stopped. 

Josh peeked through the windows and then opened the front door, "Nice to see you Christie. How are you?" Christie stood there in a long skirt and a cardigan, no different from her normal school attire. She seemed flushed, her eyes unfocused, stray hairs drifted and caught the light that escaped from the house. Christie didn't say a word. Biting her lip she handed Josh a sheet of paper with a shaking hand. He glanced of the crumpled and stained sheet. "What is this?" 

"The homework that, uhhhh, Bethany, I mean Imee, gave me," Christie was breathless, her face flushed and she barely looked at Josh as she squirmed uncomfortably on the doorstep, shifting foot to foot. 

"I see you did a good job, then. What was he assignment?"

"To write down all the times I uhhhhhh..." Chrisitie wobbled, leaning heavily on the doorframe as she took a deep shaky breath. 

"All the times you, what?"

"All the times I came." Christie whispered, hoarsely. "I need to add another. You said I was good, I need to add another to the list."

Josh stared, open mouthed. He licked his lips, "...are you ready to study?"

Christie nodded slowly, standing up straight as she composed herself, "I'm ready to study," Christie reached down and raised the hem of her long skirt. Underneath she wasn't wearing panties. Her thighs shone wet in the scant light from inside the house. The lips of her pussy were bright pink, shaved clean and smooth, and wrapped around the handle of a hair brush. A small jewel glimmered above her clit. Christie reached down with the other hand and started to pump the handle, the wet sounds of her dripping vagina nearly echoed down the empty street. Christie's head lolled as she pleasured herself on Josh's front step. She stilled for a moment and locked eyes with Josh and asked breathily, "I'm ready, master. Teach me?"

Josh swallowed audibly and ushered Christie into the house. From the basement the grunt and screams of Imee and Katie were clearly audible. Josh opened the door to the basement and gestured for Christie to go first. With his first foot on the stairs blue and red lights started to strobe over the windows. Josh paused mid step and his heart began to race for an entirely new reason. Maybe it was a neighbor. Probably. It definitely wasn't...

There was a loud knock at the door.