This story is fiction. Actually, the setting of an artificial world in Space and the year being 2109 should have been enough to clue you in about that.
I don't care how old are. I don't care how young you are. However, the law does care, so if you are too young, go away (or at least try not to get caught).
If this story is against the law where you live, then like the young folk, go away. Or at least...
Anzu James: Naked in Orbit, Part 04 (Monday, Evening)
by Coach Michaels
(zero-G sports, m-solo, ache, interr AfBf, f-solo)
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Spoccer takes place in weightlessness, which means a trip to
the spin axis. To get to the spin axis I had to get out of the school
building, and so I headed for the bike racks. Along the way I got a
couple of Reasonable Requests, and a couple not so reasonable. Did they
not know that touching wouldn�t start until tomorrow, or were they just hoping
I didn�t know?
When I got to the racks, several of the other girls were
there already. I wasn�t looking forward to this bike ride, but there was
no way out of it. We always rode our bikes up to the spin axis, which
Coach Carrick considered a good warm-up. I was hoping to hang behind the
pack, because for part of the ride I had to stand up and lean forward, and that
was going to be one hell of a beaver shot for anybody behind me. OK, they
were all girls, but still.
�OK girls,� Coach greeted us, �protective gear.�
I put on my helmet, knee pads, and elbow pads: the only
clothing aside from shoes and socks I would be allowed for the ride or the
practice.
�Mount up!�
We did so, and then the coach singled me out.
�Anzu James, you ride right behind me.� She must have
seen it in my face, because she added, �Yes, I know. But the girls have all
seen you in the showers anyway, and this actually shields you a little from
anybody else who happens to be out and about.�
I hadn�t thought of that. I nodded. Coach
Carrick is a decent type. She cares about her girls, and she really cares
about spoccer. She was Rookie of the Year her first season in the
semi-pro league, and the injury that took her out of the game two years later
made her careful with us, lest we suffer the same fate.
I�m going to go ahead and describe this bike ride, because
it�s a little bit different than the one this morning, and a lot different than
what goes on in your time on Earth.
When I rode to school this morning, I was riding east.
Oo, directions�
OK. My habitat spins to provide simulated
gravity. We�ve already gone over that. Now, the direction of spin
is called �east� and the opposite direction is called �west.� This is the
same as on Earth. Now, on Earth, if you are facing north then east is to your
right and west is to your left. So here, we designate as �north� the
direction you have to face in order to have west to your left and east to your
right. You can ride to the east or the west all day and never gain or
lose any altitude.
So this morning I rode towards the east in order to get to
school. I was riding in the same direction as the habitat is
spinning. Now, what this means is that my twenty-five KmPH or so was
added to the habitat�s speed, which means that I was rotating a little bit
faster than the habitat in general. Thus, my weight increased a tiny
bit. If I�d been riding to the west, it would have gone down a tiny
bit. In truth, it�s too little to notice.
But now I was riding north, at right angles to the rotation,
and I was gaining altitude. This caused something called Coriolis to come
into play. I�m not going to try to go into exactly what that is, but will
say that it causes people in a rotating environment (you know, like me?) to
feel a force pressing one to the west when riding uphill and to the east when
riding downhill. From my point of view, it seems as if my whole world
tilts just a bit. The faster I gain or lose altitude, the more the
habitat seems to tilt. It isn�t really tilting, and it doesn�t seem to
tilt for those not gaining or losing altitude.
Now, since I was going due north and uphill, this means that
I was being tilted by Coriolis to the left, and had to tilt right to
compensate. It isn�t a large effect, and everybody learns to deal with it
before school age. I�ve heard of people from here going to Earth, getting
on a bike, and falling over because they lean when going up or down a hill.
So what you would have seen is nineteen high school girls
(one of them naked except for shoes and protective gear) and a woman of about
thirty riding in a straight line uphill and all of us leaning to the right, in
the same way that you would lean if making a right turn. It would look a
bit weird to you, but not to us. Of course, to us it seemed we were
riding upright and everything else was leaning.
I was really glad that I already had this tilting/leaning
stuff down since about five, because I really wasn�t paying much attention to
the bike ride. I�d made this trip so many times I could do it in my
sleep. No, I was noticing every person who was along the trail, every
person who watched us ride by. Every person, in other words, who got a
look at naked me. There were a few whistles, and a few �WOO!� I
just pretended my face wasn�t burning and pedaled on.
As we rode higher, the going got steeper, but we also got
lighter, so it wasn�t particularly difficult. When we reached a certain
point our weight was only half of what it was before, and several metal-lined
grooves appeared on either side of the bicycle trail. These tracks were
just a bit wider than our tires, and there were several side by side to the
right, and several more side by side to the left. I steered into one of
them, and with a little titty-jiggling bump settled into the bike track.
These tracks are lined with what are essentially gear teeth, which interact
with similar teeth on the sides of our tires. This gives us traction as
the trail approaches vertical.
This is where I had to stand up and lean forward, as well as
to the right. We all did, because as our bikes get closer to vertical we
would overbalance backwards if we didn�t do the whole stand-and-lean
thing. This too is a skill we learn at about six, and I did it
automatically. Usually I don�t even think about it, but this time, as I
leaned way out over the handlebars, I was very aware of the fact that whoever
was right behind could pretty much look up inside of me. Hope she liked
the view.
Finally we got to the point where even leaning, gear teeth,
and weight decreases couldn�t make bicycling practical. This was about
fifteen percent G, and we were almost straight up vertical. Sure enough,
there was a terrace with a bike rack. I dismounted on the fly, like
always. Again, I�ve done it so many times that it�s automatic. This
time, though, I was suddenly aware of just how much it makes me jiggle, and of
how far apart I have to splay my legs on landing to do it right. For the
first time in years, I actually stumbled.
�You OK, James?� Coach Carrick asked.
�Yeah,� I answered as I locked my bike in the rack, �What I
get for trying to be modest while in the Program.�
She chuckled at that, and so did some of the girls.
�I think,� she grinned, �that you can pretty much forget
about modesty for the rest of the week.�
We bounded the rest of the way up to the axis, where we
entered the Adam P. Rubenstein Zero-G Sports Complex. This complex is
outside the habitat proper, but connected in such a way that one never has to
be in the vacuum to get from the inside of the habitat into the Complex.
The Complex itself is five hundred metres in diameter, and spherical.
There is a tetraball court, with its four triangular faces, and the spherical
z-golo court, as well as the cylindrical spoccer court and the orugball court,
which is shaped sort of like an American or Australian football. The
donut-shaped toroidial hockey court was torn down for maintenance, and the
barrel pool was drained of water and still, instead of rotating like it usually
is. I hoped it would be running again soon. I love low-G swimming.
Adam P. Rubinstein was one of the first zero-G sports
stars. While he was never a superstar talent like, who would be from your
time? a Nolan Ryan, Svetlana Khorkina or Michael Jordan, he was a consistently
above-average player in both spoccer and tetraball (and how anybody can be good
at both is beyond me). He also interviewed well, which means he got a lot
of screen time. The reason high school sports facilities are named after
him is because, during a promotional tour on Earth, he lost his own life while
saving nine people from a collapse at, you guessed it, a high school. A
tornado ripped through the town and destroyed the school, but because of
Rubinstein the death toll was seven, instead of sixteen. I can�t imagine
what it must be like to have to live with the threat of weather like that.
�OK girls,� the coach told us, �you�ve got five minutes to
come out of the lockers dressed for some serious spoccer.�
She looked at me and added, �Except for you, James.
You have to change in the boys� locker room.�
I�d�ve fallen down if we weren�t in weightlessness.
I�d forgotten that requirement. Girls in the Program had to use the boys�
locker room, and Program boys change with the girls. We�d actually had a
boy in our locker room about a month ago, but I�d avoided him as much as
possible. I had sneaked a peek or two, but I sure didn�t want to be naked
in front of him. I wondered if he might be using the boys� locker room
right now.
�Are� are there any boys in there?� I really wasn�t
looking forward to this.
��Fraid so,� she told me. �The orugball team has
practice the same time we do.�
Great. A bunch of testosterone-oozing orugball
players. OK, OK; I know it takes talent to play the game well, but I�ve
always thought of orugball as a bump-and-thump game watched by armchair
barbarian wannabes who just like to see people slam into each other.
�You know,� I started, still hoping to get out of this, �I
really don�t have any changing to do. I�m already wearing my pads and
helmet, and we always change shoes right at the court. I don�t have any
school clothes to take off or any uniform to��
�Yes, yes,� she interrupted me, �but rules are rules, so you
get into that locker room and let them look at you for five minutes, then come
out and change shoes like you always do. And remember,� she added,
�they�re only getting to look at one of you; you get to look at a dozen or so
of them.�
And a dozen or so of them were going to be looking at
me! But there was nothing for it, so I reminded myself that the Program
is a good thing and floated my naked self right into the boys� locker room.
Sure enough, there were fifteen guys in various states of
undress, and they all stopped to stare at me. I stopped cold, took a deep
breath, and thought to myself: �You look like an angel; you look like an
angel.� Then I floated into the middle of the room and just hovered
there.
�Wow!� one guy shouted, �Too bad she ain�t in the game!�
�Hell yeah,� another added, �I�d sure rather tackle her than
you, Marshall.�
Yet another one chimed in with, �Man, I�m gettin� harder n�
my armor!�
I rolled my eyes over that one. I also took a
look. Couldn�t help it. Yep, he was hard as a rock. Actually,
there were several rock-cocks pointed at me. I could feel myself juicing
up. These guys were hard because of me. Without even doing
anything, I was turning on nearly a score of guys. I almost felt like
asking for relief.
A guy encased in armor from the chest up glided forward just
then. He was nude below that, and his prong was at full salute.
�I know we can�t touch you,� he said, and his voice sounded
familiar, �but why don�t you touch yourself a little?�
That sounded like a good idea, and for a moment I considered
it. Yeah, you heard me: I actually considered jilling myself in front of
fifteen guys. I was that worked up. It�s not just that stiff cocks
look good (which they do); it�s knowing you can do that to a guy.
But it was just too much. Besides, I�d be getting all
the �relief� I needed from Botilda later.
�Sorry guys,� I told them, �but that�s more than I�m willing
to do.� There were some disappointed noises, so I added, �I can still
display and pose and such, jiggle back and forth, that sort of thing. Oh,
and I�ll be in here taking my shower when practice is over, so you�ll see me
rubbing myself with soap and stuff.�
That seemed to satisfy them, and besides, all the time we�d
been talking, they were putting on their armor. For the first time in my
life I wished that I played orugball; the protective equipment covered
everything from scalp to toenails. It was starting to look like I was
surrounded 22nd Century knights.
They did have me rotate and jiggle and open my legs.
It was strange: I didn�t really want to display, but if I had to, I wanted to
do it in a really fun and sexy way. So I made sure to smile and spin so
that nobody would miss anything and grab my feet and spread just as much as I
could. They all seemed to like the show, at least. Soon the five
minutes were up and we flew out of the locker room, an utterly exposed girl
surrounded by boys in gleaming, all-concealing armor.
I touched down next to the spoccer court, while the boys
glided into the orugball court next to it. I wasn�t the last girl to
arrive, but I was almost the last. This was good; I didn�t want anybody
to think I was shirking my locker room time. Soon we were changing
shoes. It was important that we do this right at the court, because
spoccer shoes have suction cups on them. Wearing them away from the court
could damage or soil the cups, and wearing our regular shoes inside the court
could soil the court itself.
OK, I promised to describe spoccer, and now is the
time. Take a soccer field of your Earthly experience, and shrink it down
to fifty metres long and twenty-five metres wide. Got that? OK, now
roll it up into a cylinder, so that it�s still fifty metres long but is now
only eight metres in diameter. It�s still twenty-five in circumference,
though, so it�s just as far to run with those suction cup shoes as it would be
to run twenty-five metres flat on Earth. The court itself (we call it a
court instead of a field, because it�s enclosed) is transparent and very
smooth. The markings are in semi-transparent grey, and a variety of
materials have been used. These days, sapphire is very popular. A
few of the markings are slightly different, and some of the rules have been
modified (there are no corner kicks because there are no corners). But if
you can follow a game of good old fashioned Earth soccer, it wouldn�t take you
long to learn how to watch spoccer.
Oh, and surrounding this transparent court is another
cylinder of bleachers, so that spectators can watch games. And
practices. Like the thirty or so people, of both sexes and all ages, who
were there today. Now, imagine me standing on the inside of the court
with my suction cups, and some spectator five metres away looking �up� at
me. Yeah. Those orugball players hadn�t gotten a much better view
than that.
But stand inside I did. I�m a midfielder (and I just thought:
why haven�t we changed that to �midcourt?�), and I can�t do my job if I�m not
in there. So after I took up my standard position, Coach Carrick floated
in front of us and started telling us what we weren�t good at. She
mentioned what we were good at, and then went into detail about our
weaknesses. This makes sense, since we don�t need as much work at what
we�re already good at.
�Smithton,� she�d bark, �your kicks are very accurate, IF
you can get in front of the ball. But that�s your problem: too much of
the time you can�t get close enough to do anything. No amount of kicking
skill matters if there�s nothing to kick. This is because you constantly
misjudge your speed of launch, and either zip past the ball too early, or you
get there after it�s already sailed by. We�re going to work on that
today.�
�James,� and I knew what was coming, �you�re the other way
around. You find your way to the ball when it seems like you shouldn�t be
able to. This makes you great at blocking shots. But a midfielder
can�t just block shots; a midfielder has to move the ball downfield.
You�re not so strong there. And you know why you can�t move the ball
downfield?�
Yes, I knew.
�You can�t move the ball downfield because you can�t control
your position during flight. When you�re just blocking, it doesn�t matter
if you stop the ball with your instep or the back of your head, as long as it
isn�t your arms and the ball stops. But to move the thing downfield you
have to be in a position to kick. We�re going to work on that today.�
And so it went on down the line. I knew my body
positioning sucked. It hadn�t mattered so much last year, when I�d played
a different position. My switch to midfielder made it matter a lot.
The reason I was so good at getting to the ball was that I could always gauge
just how fast to push off of the surface of the court. I was very good at
getting it just right, so that no matter which way the ball was coming, at
whatever angle or speed, I was there to meet it. I wasn�t the best on the
entire team at this, but close.
Problem was, I�d find myself rotating a little, sometimes in
more than one direction. And it always seemed to be just the wrong
direction and the wrong speed to put my foot on the ball. It was as
likely to hit my butt as anywhere else, and I was seldom lined up just right
for a kick. On the rare occasions where I was, purely by accident, I was
pretty accurate, though not as good as Sally Smithton.
I have this exact same problem in veegeewushu. I seem
to be just fine with body position in anywhere from 1.5 G to about 0.05 G, but
anything below that and I have this same can�t-get-into-position problem.
It�s the reason I haven�t gotten my black belt yet.
The coach had Sally do several kicks with a ball just hanging
there, four metres in front of her, then hanging at different distances and
angles, then a slow-moving ball. Each three times in a row she managed to
kick it, she could move on to the next stage. Each three times she missed
(even if not in a row), she had to start over one stage behind.
Tifa practiced catching, as she is our goalie. She
even had two girls kicking at her, and part of the test was to decide which
ball she should try to block. I�m not sure how useful that is,
considering that in a real game you only have one ball in play at any
time. Still, I guess Coach Carrick knows her business.
Several other girls were practicing everything from kicking
at goal to landing.
I got gymnastics lessons. Well, not exactly, but Coach
had me launch off the surface with a little spin, a lot of spin, as little spin
as possible. Then she had me pull into a tuck, or fling my arms out to
the side, or fold up in a fetal position while swinging one arm like a
propeller, and in other ways tried to turn me into a master of angular
momentum.
I was so into perfecting my game that I didn�t notice the
display I was making until some kid started shouting �WOOO!!� every time he got
a look at my pussy. Then I was distracted, and we all know how that
screws up your game. I was all too aware of the fact that this
positioning practice was putting me on glorious display to the spectators, any
body part they wanted in any view. The boy wasn�t any older than Steve,
maybe younger. It seemed somehow indecent to be doing deep squats right
over the kid�s face. I wondered why Coach Carrick had me use the part of
the court where he was sitting, but then I realized that the brat had moved for
a better view. About the sixth time he let out with one of those �WOOO!!�
the coach had had enough.
�Young man,� she told him, �you are distracting my
midfielder and making it difficult for her to perfect her playing. Behave
yourself or you will have to leave.�
He wasn�t backing down that easy. �She�s a Program
girl. We�re supposed to look at her.�
�You can look at her all you want. I won�t have her
move, and you can stare and drool and pant to your heart�s content.
Consider it a Reasonable Request. Considered it granted. But if you
don�t behave yourself, then I�ll have you removed. You got that?�
He mumbled something, and several of the girls giggled.
�I hope that was a �yes,�� Coach told him. Then sure
enough, she had me go right back to practice, right over his face, with him
looking right at my hair and lips and pink parts. But he was quiet, so at
least that helped. Before long, I was able to MOSTLY concentrate on my
practice. I can�t say that I really improved my positioning, but I feel
like maybe I understand better what I�m doing wrong.
We continued like that for the whole practice. We
didn�t actually run any plays, but this was expected, because Coach Carrick has
been telling us that we are going to work on basics. I hope we get back
to actual plays before June, when we start actual competition.
When we were done, Coach called us together.
�I saw some improvement out there,� she started, �but you
girls still need lots of work. Still, I think we just might be ready when
the season starts. James,� and she looked right at me, causing me to
wonder what was up. �I forgot to ask if you required relief.�
I gasped. I had not been expecting that. Still,
spoccer was a school activity, a �class� of sorts, with Coach Carrick as the
teacher. So I shouldn�t have been surprised that she asked me the same
question as every other teacher had.
And the truth was, I did need relief. I�d been needing
it since we started that bike ride, where somehow being out and feeling both
the sun and the wind on my flesh and knowing I was on full display to all of
Mendocino� I�m getting hot just typing it. And then the locker
room, with all those stiff-prick guys�
Oh my God. I was going to be going BACK into that
locker room! I could feel myself juicing up. I bit my lip to keep
from bending over. So this is what it�s like to have balls, when they�re
blue.
�You could request relief now,� Coach Carrick continued, �or
even ask the young men in the locker room if any of them want to volunteer.�
I bit my lip so hard I nearly pierced it. My fists
were clenched tight as I forced myself to take deep breaths.
�I� I� I�m fine,� I managed to grind out.
Coach looked worried. �You don�t sound fine. And
you don�t look fine. Are you��
�No, I�m fine,� I sounded a little more normal. �I do
need relief, Coach, but I can survive until I get home.�
�OK then,� she said, still looking worried, �as long as
you�re sure.� She glanced us over. �OK, girls, hit the showers!�
Just before I entered the boys� locker room, I saw two
things. One was Nick Gordon, the star second backfielder for O�Neill�s
orugball team, going in ahead of me. He had removed his helmet already,
and I thought I saw him wink at me. He was a real stud, or so the girls
said. The other thing I saw was Botilda, waiting for me. She must
have ridden like a demon to get here so soon. She waved at me and I waved
at her. Then I floated into the boys� locker room and started to
�undress.�
It didn�t take long to remove my knee pads and such. I
was in the shower before any of them, even though some of them had gotten in
before I did. I guess I should explain how the zero-G shower works, even
though that�s not what I was thinking about.
The showers are framework boxes, like cages, one metre by
one metre by two and a half metres tall. The bars that make up this cage
have small holes which can either spray mist or suck air. Water comes at
you from various directions, and is vacuumed up on the opposite side of the
cage. Just like with laundry, there is an initial rinse cycle, then you
take the liquid soap off of the hook and lather up. After that, there is
another rinse cycle. If you think you need it, you can lather up and
rinse a second time. Usually I use the first cycle to wash my body and
the second my hair. I closed my eyes so that I could just wash myself and
not watch guys stripping.
�Think you missed a spot,� I heard somebody call while I was
soaping up my body. I turned to see that it was Nick Gordon. He was
sporting the biggest erection I�d seen yet, even on other Program boys. I
must have been pretty blatant, because several guys laughed.
�I missed a spot too,� he grinned, and started stroking that
big cock, right in front of me. I just stared, like I was hypnotized or
something. I felt my ache grow, and while I grasped the bars of my cage,
my knees bent and I raised my legs, curling around myself. I wasn�t just
horny; I actually hurt. But I couldn�t stop watching, couldn�t tear my
eyes away.
He had soap on his hand, and as he stroke stroke stroked
small blobs of suds would float off, quivering as they floated past the bars of
his cage and glided off for parts unknown. One of the globules actually
splatted against me, and I felt a jolt of energy rush through me. I
almost came about the same time he did. I would have, too, if I�d touched
myself in the right place. His cum floated slowly past my cage, and I
could have caught it if I�d been willing to stretch a little. The fact
that I even thought about it was a little out of character for me.
�Your turn,� he teased.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip. Everybody was
laughing, but I couldn�t bring myself off in front of these guys. I just
couldn�t stand the idea of it. But I had to wash, and the state I was in
that might be enough to do the job. I started to rub the soap into my
body and sure enough, I could feel myself starting to climb
I tried to think of something else, something unsexy.
I thought of the Warlord, but right now even the utter humiliation of laying a
virtual egg seemed erotic. Besides, my thoughts kept shifting to the John
Carter from the movie. I thought of Ms. Galton and her way of talking to
students. This was more effective. �The discussion is over.�
What discussion?
My hand glided over a nipple, and I almost came on the
spot. I bit harder, and the pain helped. I tried to think of dead
puppies and such for the second and a half that I had my hand between my
legs. That�s awful; I don�t want to do that again. I finally hit
the rinse cycle, and clenched my fists and bit harder still as the warm water
played over my hypersensitive body.
Finally, I washed my hair. Even this was like some sort
of teasing almost-masturbation. I rushed through it, hit the rinse, and
got the hell out of there.
I wasn�t even fully dry and hadn�t combed my hair when I met
Botilda.
�My God,� she said, �you look like you�re half a metre from
the mountain top.�
�More like half a centimetre,� I croaked as we bounded our
way to the bike racks.
�Anzu, your lip is bleeding!�
I touched my finger to my lip and, sure enough, there was
blood. I had bitten that hard.
The ride down was much the same as the ride up, except that
this time Coriolis pulled us to the east. It was still left, from our
point of view, and we still tilted right to compensate. And of course, to
us it seemed that the world was tilting, rather than us. We gained a bit
of speed coming down, and so the tilting was more pronounced.
It didn�t take us long to get to my place, and soon the
bikes were stowed away and we were entering the apartment I call home. I
could smell supper already; probably a venison casserole. Dad loved
cooking with venison, and Mom swore by its health benefits. As much as I
enjoy it, though, I was hungry for something else right now.
�Upstairs, now, please,� I practically begged my friend as
we walked into the living room.
�Wow, you�ve really got it bad,� she stated the
obvious. �You�re even walking bent over, like some guy that�s been kicked
in the nuts.�
In fact, I was. I hadn�t realized it. How I got
back downhill on a bicycle I�ll never know.
�OK,� Botilda told me, �Let�s get upstairs and��
�Anzu! Tell me all about your day!�
It was Mom. She was all smiles and motherly
support. I appreciated it, I mean I really did, but the sort of support I
needed no sane girl wants from her mother.
�Oh hi Botilda,� she continued chirping, �Will you be
staying for supper? Anzu, how are you holding up?�
Botilda tried to come to my rescue. �Thanks for the
invite, Ms. James. I�d like to stay, yes. I�m going to head
upstairs and call home about it, then get ready to help Anzu with
something. You just send her up as soon as possible, OK? Thanks.�
And with that the lovely Orin was dashing up the stairs like
she was in half-G. Mom looked at her for a moment.
�Well that was rather abrupt. Something bothering
her?�
�It�s this whole naked thing,� I reassured my mother.
�And, really, I�d like to get up there as soon as possible. Dad will want
to hear all about my day too, so it�s better if I tell you both over supper.�
�Anzu,� she asked, �Are you OK? You look� not quite
right.�
How to put this? Well, there was no better way, or if
there was I couldn�t think straight enough to know what it was. �The
truth is, Mom: I�ve been kept in a state of constant sexual arousal for hours
on end. I�m in physical pain for need of an orgasm. I�m not going
to do it right here, but Botilda has offered to help. I feel like if I
don�t get up there and let her, I�m going to die.�
�Oh!� Mom blinked and her eyebrows almost left her
head. �Oh!� well� oh� ahm� you�re in pain? OH! Well, well,
well then go on upstairs and� and� and do what you need to do.�
�Thanks, Mom,� and I dragged myself up the stairs, wincing
with each step. Botilda was already naked and sitting on the bed.
Did I mention how pretty she is? Such smooth skin, such shiny hair.
Her tits are a bit smaller than mine, but the shape is perfect and she has
these big nips that are like the last knuckle of my finger.
I locked the door and forced a smile in spite of my pain.
�Miss Hu,� I started, �I�d like to request relief. Any
volunteers?�
She let out with a little giggle and raised her hand.
I quit playing around and got into bed.
�Let�s just skip all the lovey-dovey stuff and get to it,
OK?� I asked.
�Are you kidding?� she asked me as she pressed my thighs
apart, �Seeing you naked all day is all the foreplay I�ve needed.�
And with that my best friend began to lick. She�s
really good at it, probably because she has the same parts I do, so she knows
what those parts like. It usually takes several minutes for her to get me
off, and that�s after kissing and hugging. This time I came in probably
less than half a minute.
It was a hard cum, and left me gasping for breath.
Botilda lay next to me and stroked my hair.
�Wow, you really needed that,� she whispered. �Do you
want any more?�
For answer I grabbed her head and kissed her. As our
tongues slid together I could taste my own juices, and the feel of her skin on
mine got me hot all over again. It didn�t take long before I had one hand
between her legs and the other everywhere else. She was as wet as I was,
and I was determined to thank her for saving me. Her own hands got busy
on me. I took one of those big nips in my mouth and bit, just a
little. That made her groan.
�Oohh, cannibal.�
We would call each other that whenever one would bite the
other. It was usually me biting her nipples, but they�re just so
irresistible. I flicked my tongue over the one between my teeth, and
rubbed in circles between her legs. She had two of her own fingers deep
in me (I�m a hymenless virgin, remember?), and was rhythmically thumping against
that spot at the top of my tunnel, what�s called the G-spot. Fingers
bend, and that�s perfect for this sort of thing. I concentrated on her
clit, because she does still have her hymen, and I�d never gotten more than my
pinky inside of her (or a toy, more on that later).
It didn�t take a lot of that before two girls were crying
out. Soundproofing is wonderful stuff, and we made it earn its keep
today.
As we lay beside each other, I noticed that Botilda seemed
to be crying.
�Woah, �Tilda, what�s wrong?�
�It�s so awful. It�s HORRIBLE!� Her fists were
clenched and she looked like she wanted to fight. �You have to be naked
in front of everybody, and they won�t let you cover up or anything! Who
the hell do they think they are!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THOSE
SHIT-SUCKING MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLES!!!�
I was stunned. I�d heard all the dirty words, of
course, and Botilda knew them all. She�d said all of them at one time or
another, but she really wasn�t much of a cusser. An occasional �damn� or
�hell,� a rare �fuck,� more often flirting with me than in anger, and if she
ever said �shit� you knew she was pissed, and how. I�d never heard this
sort of outburst from her before.
�I�m so sorry, I�m so sorry,� she was sobbing, and I didn�t
know how to react. �Whoever came up with this God damned Program needs to
DIE! I just wish there was something I could do for you. I�m so
sorry, Anzu.�
She was shaking now, and I just put my arms around her and
held her, like a child, until she was done. And I will admit, my own eyes
were pretty wet by then.
It seemed we lay there for some time, holding each other,
before she pulled away from me and chuckled. I don�t know who she thought
she was fooling with that.
�Sorry,� she told me, wiping her eyes, �I didn�t mean to turn
this into National Botilda Goes Nuts Night.�
�It�s OK,� I told her, looking into those gigantic eyes of
hers, �but I think I need to set you straight on a few things. So if you
think you�re recovered enough to be shocked again, let me know.�
Her eyes narrowed, and she looked at me like I was a Soviet
spy in one of those Cold War movies that had become popular in the last few
years.
�Yeah,� she said, �go ahead and shock me.�
�OK,� I started, �First of all, you are way more freaked out
about this than I am. I mean, come on: I�m the naked one here well we�re
both naked right now but you know what I mean.�
She smiled a bit, and I think it was real.
�OK, second. Now, this has been the most embarrassing,
nerve-wracking, sometimes even humiliating day of my life. If Takahashi
told me, tomorrow, that I could put my clothes back on, it�d be real hard not
to.�
�Hard not to?!� she almost shouted, �Why wouldn�t you not
want to not to� Damn I can�t even speak straight!�
I put my hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes
again, which might have been a mistake: it�s hard to concentrate when looking
into those huge pools. �Windows of the soul� indeed. Still, I
needed to make something perfectly clear.
�It wouldn�t be right,� I started, �for me to somehow weasel
out of this, when none of the other kids get to. But even that�s not the
big thing.� I took a deep breath, not sure how she was going to take
this.
�Hu Botilda,� I continued, not only using her full name but
the traditional Chinese family-name-first form of address, �the truth is: I
believe in the goals of the Program. It helps bring us out of our shells,
to put us in touch with our bodies and our sexuality. A whole generation
is going to go out into the adult world without the irrational inhibitions our
parents had. The Program is a good thing. I would be��
�You LIKE this?!?� she shrieked, jumping off the bed and
standing with her back to the wall.
�Jesus Christ and Vishnu, would you stop yelling?� I yelled.
�I�m sorry,� she said (again). She walked over and put
her hands on my shoulders.
�As I was saying,� I started again, �The Program is a good
thing. It would be hypocritical of me to say that it�s only a good thing
until it happens to me. I think you can see that that wouldn�t be right.�
�I think you�ve lost your fucking mind,� she stated flatly.
�No, �Tilda, really. I might be embarrassed, I might
not like it. Hell, I might hate every second of it. But it will be
good for me. It will make me a better person.�
I tapped her lightly on the forehead. �And YOU,� I
continued, �need to calm the hell down. I understand that you�re worried
about me. I know you feel for me. I mean, you wouldn�t be so upset
if you didn�t care. But it�ll be OK. Really it will. I�m
going to come out of this stronger than I went in.�
She stepped back and grinned at me. �You�re a total
nutjob, F.L. You know that, right?�
I didn�t say anything, but I smiled too.
She heaved an enormous sigh. �But I suppose as your
best friend, I have to support you anyway, huh?�
�That�s right,� I nodded. �You have to kiss me, too.�
�Oh well that part I don�t mind.�
And with that we were in each other�s arms again. We
didn�t kiss a lot. We weren�t really horny; we just needed something to
lighten the mood.
�What are you going to do about the pink ovaries?� she asked
me.
�The what?�
�Pink ovaries,� she repeated, �the female equivalent of blue
balls. I mean, you were in genuine physical pain, F.L. Can you take
that every day? And tomorrow, when the touching starts� My God,
Anzu; you won�t make it to lunch.�
Actually I�d been thinking the exact same thing, until
Botilda started crying and ranting. There was only one real answer, and I
didn�t like it.
�imgonahavaskorreleef,� I mumbled.
�What?� Botilda asked.
�I�m� I�m going to have to ask for relief,� I repeated,
being sure to enunciate my words.
�Oh my� Oh, Anzu.� She hugged me tight, and I
heard her start to weep again. After a minute or two, she stepped back
and asked, �Is there really no way out of it?�
�Not if I want to graduate, there isn�t,� I assured
her. �Besides, it wouldn�t be fair��
��fair for you to get out of it when nobody else can,� she
finished. �AND you believe in the Program; AND you want to do the right
thing; AND you want to support this wonderful thing that�s going to lead us all
into Utopia. AND, Anzu James, if they try to do this to ME, I�m not doing
it. And if they want to yank my diploma for that, then fuck them.�
I just stared at her for several seconds. I knew she
was afraid of being in the Program, but this was unreal.
�Botilda�� I stopped, and said something different than what
I�d intended, �Botilda, you still have a small but real chance to make it to
graduation Program-free. None of the freshmen have that chance, but sophomores,
juniors and seniors do. But�� I wasn�t sure about this next
part. �But if your time comes, please, don�t throw it all away.
Come to me. I�ll be able to help you. I mean hell, I�ll have
already done the whole week by then. I can help you over rough spots.�
�I�d�� and I could tell that she had decided not to say
something. �For now, let�s just assume that I won�t be in it. Let�s
assume that Fu-Hsing smiles on me until graduation. I�m not going to
argue with you about it, at least not now.�
Seemed fair enough. I glanced at the clock.
�We�ve just got time to shower off before supper,� I told
her, walking to the door.
�Hold up,� she yelped, �I at least have to get dressed.�
I almost told her how silly it was to put her nice dry
clothes on over her sweaty body, just so she could take them off and wash the
sweat off, just so she could dry off and put her now-sweaty clothes back on her
nice, unsweaty body. But you know, that�s exactly what I would have done,
as little ago as Saturday.
�Stay here,� I told her, �I�ll get you a towel. Why
get your clothes sweaty?�
�I can�t go out in a towel!�
I�m afraid I rolled my eyes. �Botilda, it�s three
steps from my bedroom to the bathroom, and four steps to the spa. Tell
you what: I�ll bring two towels. One for you, one for me. I can�t
wrap up in mine anyway, so you wrap both of them around yourself. It�ll
be more modest than the shorts and tank you wore over here.�
She still looked a bit doubtful.
�And I�ll carry your clothes into the room with us,� I added,
�That way you have both your hands free to hold the towels. I mean, it�s
not like I�m asking you to jog the circumference nude or� Oh my
God. If I was on the running team, I�d have to� Thank God I�m not
on the running team.�
She giggled then, and I left to get the towels. I got
the two biggest ones I saw and handed them to her with great drama.
�M�lady�s raiment,� I told her, bowing, with a really bad
English accent. She wrapped one about her waist, like a guy would, and
the other right over her bust, like we girls usually do. We walked the
four steps to the spa, or actually to the linen closet that you walk through to
get to the spa. The hot tub was there, but we were only going for a quick
shower. This shower works the same as any Earthly shower, so I won�t
bother explaining it. We did rub each other with soap a little, but more
for fun than in passion.
When we set down at the table, Botilda looked like the
sexy-yet-innocent high school girl most people take her for. Her shorts
and tank showed off her figure and smooth skin, but looked oh-so-practical that
you wondered if maybe she didn�t realize how distracting it could be. She
knew perfectly well, and she liked that. Which made it all the weirder
the way all this Program stuff sent her into a stark panic.
I did chuckle when I found a bowl of pumpkin soup waiting
for me. Well, I could use it. For all my brave talk up in the
bedroom, I still felt weird walking around naked. I still felt like
covering up around Mom and Dad. I mean really: Mom and Dad! Nope, I
didn�t mind pumpkin soup twice today, though I can�t remember any other day
I�ve eaten it twice. The rest of the meal was venison casserole with
mashed potatoes; I mean mashed potatoes are part of the casserole. I had
to remind Botilda not to get carried away with the wine. Strange, she
isn�t much of a drinker. Then again, I had a second glass myself, and I
usually only have one. Desert was honeydew melon sherbet.
I told Mom and Dad about my day, and some of this was news
to Botilda too. She gasped several times, and at one point I thought she
might even start crying again. I did leave out some of the graphic
details. I told them that Jeness had me bend over and show myself, but I
left out the finger poking. I told them that the Warlord had used me and
that it was the worst thing that had happened all day, but again, I didn�t
mention urethras and eggs and such. I told them about using the boys�
locker room, and that none of them had tried to touch me, but one touched himself.
I left out details of soap and floating semen. And, of course, I had to
tell them that I�d suffered vasocongestion. Mom had seen me bent over,
and I had told her I was in pain.
�What are you going to do if that happens tomorrow?� Dad
wanted to know. �I don�t like the idea of you being in pain.�
They were gonna make me say it, weren�t they? Botilda
gave me a sympathetic look.
�It�s going to make everything today look like nothing,� I
told them, �but there�s no other way. I�m going to have to ask for relief,
probably more than once. And if you don�t know what that means, read the
pamphlet. I�m not telling my parents the details of that.�
Dad looked like he was about to ask anyway, then his eyes
opened wide and his mouth formed a little �o� and he just let it slide.
Good for him, and for me.
After that I asked if Botilda and I could use the spa for
thirty minutes. Having gotten a yes, we headed back up the stairs.
I switched on all the jets, and settled in. Botilda had to undress, of
course, but she was soon beside me.
�Do your folks have any idea what we do together?� she
asked. �They�re like, �sure, use the spa� naked, together, all
alone.� Do they really think we just talk about school or something?�
I chuckled over that. �Mom at least knows what we did
before supper,� I assured her. �I don�t know if she knows we�ve been at
this for some time, and I don�t know if she thinks we�re doing it now.
Maybe she thought it was some one-time, emergency thing. Anyway, so what
if they do? Are they supposed to put me on a no-sex diet or something?�
�That�s what my folks would do,� she told me. �If they
had any idea about us, they wouldn�t let me sleep over. They wouldn�t let
you sleep over. They wouldn�t even let me stay for supper, or at least
not unless your parents promised not to let us be alone together.�
I just stared at her for a while. She stared back
before speaking again.
�What? I�m serious.�
�Well what the hell is up with that?� I had to
ask. �I mean, you turned seventeen two weeks ago. You�ve already
held on to your boy-cherry longer than average. Do they expect you to be
a virgin forever?�
�Not forever,� she corrected, �just until I�m all nice and
married away. Until then, I�m not supposed to hardly even think about
sex.�
I stared at her some more. �I never knew about this.�
�That�s because it�s embarrassing to tell people that your
parents still live in the 19th Century.�
�In the 19th Century,� I pointed out,
�you�d already be all nice and married away. About six months after your
first period, probably. That�s in China, Europe, Africa, or America.�
�Yeah,� she agreed, �and if I wasn�t married by now, they�d
think I was a lesbian.�
And with that she kissed me. We made nice love for a
little while. It wasn�t frantic, like before, but real soft.
�Guess what I brought?� she grinned, holding up a slender
wand.
Ah, the XS7 Cherry Tickler. This wonderful gadget is
slender enough to slip right past a young girl�s hymen, but once inside, it can
expand to, well, it�s capable of more expansion than I�ve ever dared try.
This lets somebody like Botilda get that �totally filled� sensation while
preserving the physical evidence of her chastity. I�d always assumed she
wanted to preserve that because she wanted to make a big production of ending
her virginity. Now I wondered if maybe it was for her parents� sake.
�You do me first,� she grinned, so I did. I very
carefully slipped it into her, and then turned the expansion knob until she
started blinking at me. Then I turned it just a touch more. I
flipped on the vibration, nice and low, and started sliding it in-out, in-out,
in-out. Every time I pulled it out, the part nearest her hymen would slim
back down, and as I slid it back in, it would expand again. According to the
ads for this thing, it always slimmed and expanded exactly one millimetre from
the hymen.
While I enjoy watching this thing slide in and out of
Botilda�s pussy, I just can�t resist those big nips, so I started licking and
sucking on them again. It didn�t take much of that to bring her off,
which was a good thing, because we were running out of time.
�OK,� I told her, �Give it to me strong, because we don�t
have a lot of time.�
�Nope,� she grinned at me, �You�re going to do it yourself,
and I�m going to watch.� With that, she moved to the other side of the
spa and pointedly stared at me.
I blinked at her. �Come on, �Tilda,� I started, �you
know I don�t like to do that with you watching.�
�Yes, I know,� she said, still staring.
��Tilda!�
�You better get started,� she informed me, �Time�s almost
up. Tomorrow, you�ll only have five minutes.�
�Oh God, did you have to mention that?�
�Yes, I did,� she replied, all smug as could be. �I
want a preview of what I�m gonna see in Homeroom. What we�re ALL gonna
see.�
�You�re mean!�
Mean, but right. So I opened my legs and
started. I rubbed, I stroked, and I slid two fingers in. My thumb
rubbed in little circles over my clit as I caressed that G-spot deep
inside. I was almost there�
�Wow Bret, look at that. Isn�t she hot?�
�Stoppit!� I lost the moment, and now had to keep
going. A little more� Almost�
�We�re all watching you, Anzu. Fifty pairs of eyes,
right between your legs.�
�Shut! Up!�
Lost it again. I could feel that first twinge of
vasocongestion. I rubbed harder, thumped myself inside.
�Wow, she�s really got those fingers in deep! Is
everybody watching close?�
I didn�t say anything this time, just worked on
myself. I was almost there, and I was expecting it when�
�All the boys are getting hard over you, Anzu. They�re
all staring right at your cunny, getting hard, wishing they could fuck
you. They�re all swelled up and��
I missed the rest of it, because I came. Came hard,
cried out, and Botilda finally shut up and just watched. As soon as I was
done, she tapped her cell, which was the only thing she was wearing.
�Five minutes and forty-eight seconds,� she announced.
�Not bad. If you can pick up the pace a little in class, you�ll be fine.�
�Bitch!� I snarled before I dunked myself under the water to
rinse my face and hair. When I stood up again, Botilda was drying herself
off. I climbed out and did the same.
�Sorry about that �bitch� remark,� I told her. �I know
you were just trying to help.�
�It�s cool,� she assured me.
I walked her to her bike, and I know that at least two
people saw me. Botilda noticed, too, and gave me the hairy eyeball both
times. I just winked at her.
�Are you sure you�re OK to ride home?� I asked her.
�I�ve never seen you drink so much wine.�
�Maybe I shouldn�t do any obstacle course races,� she
laughed, �but I�m fine for the ride home. I can ring you after I get
inside, if you like.�
�Well��
�I�ll ring you after I get to my room. It might take a
few minutes after I get home.�
�Cool,� I said, and kissed her good night; the first time
I�ve ever kissed boy or girl in a public place.
When we separated, Botilda looked around wildly. �God,
F.L., somebody could�ve seen us!�
I just smiled at her. �I know.�
Her big eyes got even bigger for a moment, and then she just
smiled back before riding off.
After that, I went up to my room, took Botilda�s call,
watched my one and only soap opera, and started my homework, including this
journal. I didn�t have time for all of that, of course, and so will
finish up tomorrow in Homeroom.
And no, I didn�t jill myself to sleep. But I did enjoy writing all this sexy stuff. Wrote it in Homeroom Tuesday, but I�ll get to that. Ah, Tuesday.
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