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 05 (Tuesday, School)
by Coach Michaels

(f^f D/s)

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Strange dreams.  I�m in school, when suddenly I notice that I�m naked.  This isn�t the Program; I just forgot to get dressed that morning.  With the realization comes intense embarrassment, shame, a desire to hide.  But the strangest part is: nobody else seems to notice.  I�m walking around, dying of embarrassment, hands clasped over everything as best I can, and nobody notices at all.  Suddenly the warning bell goes off, and music starts to play.  Abruptly, everybody notices me, and they all point and laugh.  I find that I can�t move, and as grinning boys walk up to touch me, the music keeps getting louder.

Then I wake up.  The music is coming from my clock.  It�s another song from 2000, this time some guy called Shaggy who keeps insisting, �Wasn�t me.�

Unfortunately, it is me, in the Program, naked, for the rest of the week.

Deciding I only needed to trim the bush every other day, I took a brief shower, dried off, fixed my hair, and suddenly found that I had nothing to do.  It usually takes me fifteen or twenty minutes to get dressed.  Today, of course, it took me no time at all.  I decided to go to breakfast early and just talk.  Mom would have already left, but some of that old-fashioned father-daughter together time might be good for my character or something.

Dad saw me and dropped his toast.

�Sorry Little Girl,� he said as he picked it up, �I forgot.�  Then he looked at me again.  �Maybe it�s time I stopped calling you that.�

I smiled at him.  I�d been trying to get him to stop calling me Little Girl for over a year.  He�d just forget and say it again.  He wasn�t being deliberately mean or anything, he�d just forget.

�I�ve got some extra time.  Normally, I�d use it to pick out clothes and put them on, but��

�Well sit right down and have some bacon & eggs,� he told me, as he fired up another burner and deposited two strips of cultured pig flesh on it.  Normally, he�d make mine just before I came down, and we�d talk real fast as I snarfed it down and ran out the door.  Today we were going to eat together, family style.  I liked the idea, and between that and his thinking that the Little Girl thing needed to go, I figured it was worth being naked at home.  Not so sure it�s worth being naked everywhere else.

�You know, Little� Anzu,� Dad told me as I was almost finished, �your mother and I have suspected for a long time what you and Botilda have been up to.�

I looked at him as I picked up my last piece of toast.

He continued.  �Well, now we know for sure.  And it�s fine.  We just thought you should know, so you don�t worry about us finding out.�

�Oh, um�� I really didn�t know what to say.

He had more to say, though.  �And that means you can quit with all the stuff about how this boy is cute, that movie star is hot, will Kevin ever notice you.  You don�t have to pretend to be straight around us.�

I dropped my toast.

�Dad,� I started to tell him, �I am straight.  �Tilda and me, we�re just doing this until we work up the nerve to start doing boys.�

Dad wasn�t buying it.  �Uh-huh.  Which is why she stays over every weekend, except when you stay with her.  Which is why I�ve never met this mysterious Kevin, but Botilda Hu is almost a member of the family.  I know what color underwear Botilda wears, but not what color shirt any boyfriend wears.�  He twirled his fork before stabbing the last of his bacon.  �By the way, when�s the last time you had a boyfriend?�

�Just last month!�

This was going too far.  I didn�t want Mom and Dad to have the wrong idea about me, and man did they ever!

�What was his name?� Dad wanted to know.

�Nikolai.  Nikolai Rodriguez.�

�I never met him.�

�He was a jerk.  We broke up.�

�And before that?�

�Before that was, um��  Who had been before that?  Oh yeah.

�Before that was Fred.�  I hadn�t thought about Fred more than I had to.

�I think that I actually met Fred.  Once.  For all of about thirty seconds.�

I glared at him.  �Yeah, well, that was a pretty bad break-up.�

�I guess so,� Dad said, pausing to sip his orange juice before continuing, �because it took you a year to hook up with Nikolai, who you broke up with before I even heard about him.�

Now I was getting pretty exasperated.  �I told you, it was a bad break-up.  I wasn�t in the mood for another relationship for a while.  God!�

Dad chuckled at me.  Then he drank down the rest of his OJ, stood up, and started gathering dishes.  He was carrying them to the sink before he spoke again.

�OK,� he allowed, �I didn�t mean to start a big argument.  I�m just saying: your mother and I don�t love you any less if you�re a lesbian, and��

�I�m NOT a lesbian!�

�And we don�t love you any less if you�re NOT a lesbian, OK?�

�Well I�m not,� I assured him, �And neither is Botilda.  We just��

We just what?  We just have hot sweaty girl/girl sex together, but we�re not lesbians?  Guess I can�t really blame my folks for getting that idea.

�Look,� I tried again, �I know I�m not a lesbian because boys make me horny.  �Tilda and me, we�re just experimenting, and trying to get a handle on the whole sex thing, OK?  I mean, the whole break-up with Fred was over sex.  Over him wanting it, and me saying yes, then saying no, then saying yes, yes, this time for sure, then changing my mind and saying no.  I didn�t know if I wanted to do IT or not.�

Dad was nodding his head, like he actually understood, though I don�t know how he possibly could.  I hardly understood it myself, and I�m the one it had happened to.

�Something like that happened to her, too,� I continued, �so we decided to start being naked together, and talking about sex together, so we wouldn�t be so nervous about it.  We��

Oh my God.

�We�  We�ve got our own Program going!�  I had never thought of it that way, but that�s exactly what we were doing.  Even the sex stuff had started with her asking, �This is going to sound weird, but could you touch one of my titties?  I can play with them all day, but that doesn�t tell me how it feels to be touched by someone else.�

That was a God-damned Reasonable Request!  I started to laugh.  Here Botilda is scared shitless of maybe being in the Program some day, and she�s already been in a scaled-down version of it for over a year!  Oh my God!

When I stopped cackling, Dad took my hand.

�Sorry, Little Gir�  Anzu, look; I can accept that you�re straight, but experimenting.  Most straight people do at some point in their lives.  But you and Botilda, well, I think this has gone beyond experimenting.  I think it�s become love-making.�

Botilda and I did refer to what we did as �making love,� but I wasn�t telling him that.

He gave my hand an extra squeeze.  �Now, you run off to school, and you be as straight as you like.  But I want you to consider the possibility that you might not be as straight as you let on.  I want you to consider the possibility that you might be a little bi, and that your best friend is actually your lover.�

He let go of my hand and picked up a napkin.

�I�m not saying it�s true,� he said as he dabbed at the corner of my mouth; I guess I had egg yolk or something.  �Just think about it a little, OK?�

�O� OK,� I stuttered.  Dad smiled and pointed at the door, and I left.

I didn�t bike today, but just walked to school instead.  I had time, if I didn�t stop along the way.  Thoughts were swirling through my mind like crazy.

Botilda and I joked about the whole girl/girl thing.  We called ourselves �lesbians of convenience� and whenever a school holiday fell on a Friday or a Monday we looked forward to a �three-day Sapphic weekend,� and we called them that: Sapphic weekends.  We called what we did making love, and we weren�t joking about that.  I�d never had a boyfriend for more than a few weeks, but Botilda and I had been in this Personal Program for over a year.  Was she my� my girlfriend, my lover?

But that�s crazy.  Boys DO make me horny.  My ovaries had never been as pink as when I was in that locker room, surrounded by all those stiff-dicked boys, watching Nick Gordon jack off.  I never get turned on looking at girls in the lockers or showers.

Except Botilda, sometimes.  But that�s different, because when I look at her body, I think of what I�ve done with it, what I�d like to do with it.  That wasn�t the same, because I got hot looking at those guys, and there was nothing to remember.  I�d never done anything with those bodies, and got hot anyway.  So I can�t be a lesbian, because I�ve never done it with a guy.

OK, that made no sense at all.

Another thought: why did the idea bother me so much?  It�s not like I hate lesbians.  I�ve met a few, and they didn�t creep me out or anything.  Maybe I�ve met more, and didn�t know it.  I knew Desdemona was one, and that didn�t make any difference.  Her music was good, her dancing was good.  Even Sappho, the original Lesbian.  Some good poetry.

Every now and then, I�d see a boy and girl making out around school, or at the beach.  I thought it was sweet, and kind of sexy.  Every great once in a while, I�d seen two boys making out.  I thought it was sweet, and kind of sexy.  And of course, sometimes I�d see two girls making out.  I thought it was sweet, and kind of sexy.  It didn�t gross me out like it did Jeness. 

There wasn�t time to worry about it now anyway, because I was at school.  The warning bell rang just as I walked in, so there was no time for Reasonable Requests.  I hadn�t realized how slow I was walking, trying to straighten this all out in my head.  I got into Homeroom just before the last bell.  Ms. Dunlavy gestured to the front of the class.

�Anzu, do you need relief?� she asked.

�No, I�m fine,� I told her.  I thought I saw Botilda frown, but I was alright.  Just like yesterday, I was more freaked out than turned on.  Besides, there was plenty of time for that later.

I took the roll, and then worked on finishing the Monday, Evening part of this journal.  After I decided to go ahead and include all the sexual details, I felt maybe I was going to need relief by the time I got to my SMA class.  Writing that stuff is a real turn-on!  I might write more sexy stuff, just for fun.

Homeroom let out and, you guessed it, I went into the hall and ran smack into Bret.  He ginned like an idiot and nodded, almost bowed as he asked, �How are you feeling today, Anzu?�

�A bit naked,� I replied, remembering to smile.  �Why do you ask?�

�Well, I have a bit of��

�Hey Anzu!�

I turned around to see Elijah.  He was running his eyes up and down my naked body, and one hand was already reaching towards me.

�Can I play with one of those cute tittilies?� he asked.

�Can I play with the other?� Farjahd added.

Well, this was interesting.  Two boys at the same time, after a lifetime of heterosexual nothing.

�As long as you�re gentle,� I said, and thrust my chest at them.

I heard a sharp intake of air next to me.  It was Botilda.  She just stood there, watching, as Elijah and Farjahd groped, fondled, and caressed my boobs right in front of everybody.  And everybody was watching, too!  I felt myself wetting up.  Yep, today was going to be even more erotic than yesterday.  Just when I thought I was getting used to the nudity, there was this.  Guess that�s why they make you wait �till Tuesday for touching.  Would I make it to lunch?  Debatable.

I felt a hand glide over my ass.  �Whoever that is,� I stated, �you�re supposed to ask first.�

The hand was quickly withdrawn.  Elijah gave my left tit a little squeeze and walked off, tossing a curt �Thanks� behind him.  Farjahd kept going, and I heard a voice behind me ask if he could touch my ass.

�Sure,� I said, �but the warning bell is about to ring.�

I glanced behind to see who it was.  The same skinny freshman who had wanted me to touch myself yesterday.  He blushed but kept rubbing.  Bret was behind him.

�Hey Bret,� I called, �why ain�t you gettin� some of this?�

�Nah,� he grinned, �what I have in mind can wait until after lunch.  Be better that way.�

And with that he walked off.  I didn�t know how to feel.  I mean, here I am, naked, pretty much offering myself to him, and he walks off?  What the hell is that?

Then again, did I really want him pawing me?  He wasn�t a bad guy, except for the whole �getting even� thing.  Indeed, he�d been pretty nice to me, if a bit brisk, even after I embarrassed him so much in his Program week.  So once he considered himself even, he�d be the same decent person he�d always been.  He was smart, too, and kind of cute.  If I had to have boys grabbing me, I could do a lot worse.

The freshman now had both hands on my ass, and was rubbing and squeezing like there was no tomorrow.  Farjahd was doing wonderful things to my nipples.  I could feel the twinges starting.

Of course I wanted them to stop, because it was so embarrassing.  I mean, to just be played with like that, in front of everybody!  In some ways, it was worse than what the Warlord had done to me.

Ah, but it felt so good!

I glanced around, and saw Botilda.  She looked like she was going to cry again.  I didn�t know what to say to her, especially here, around other people.

I was about to tell that freshman that �sure� meant he could touch my ass, and that my pussy wasn�t part of the deal, when the warning bell went off.

�Gotta go,� I chirped, walking a little faster than needed to English.  I looked around for Botilda, but she was gone.  Well, her next class was in the other direction.

I was about to step in when Cynthia Tamaki stepped in front of me.

�Anzu,� she started, �Could I� could I... play with you a little?�

Now this was interesting.  How would I respond to a girl who wasn�t Botilda?  There was enough time, if I didn�t let her get too carried away.

�Sure,� I told her.  �What did you have in mind?�

�Just touching you, I guess.  I�ve always wondered what it would be like with a girl.�

�Well now,� I told her, �if you�re wondering what it�s like to have SEX with a girl, I don�t think I�m prepared to help you there.  But if you just want to touch, then sure, why not?�

She put out a hand, slowly, and started stroking my tummy.

�Me too?� I heard Nitushi ask.  His name is Choctaw, even though he�s an Afrin like me, and it means �Young Bear.�  He was cute, even though he was hairy like, well, a young bear.  He didn�t have a touch of Amerind in him.

�Not right now,� I told him, �This is just for Cynthia.�

She looked surprised, but her jaw really dropped when I whispered, �Nothing�s off limits; do what you like.�

She took her other hand and ran it up the outside of my leg, over my hip, and up my side, stopping when she got to a tit.  She cupped and jiggled it a little, then started teasing the nipple.  She let that first hand slide from my tummy down between my legs.  She stopped a moment to mouth the words �even here?�  I just winked and prepared myself.

Well, I thought I�d prepared myself.  She touched, all right, but she also started talking.  She looked me in the eyes and just would not shut up.

I should say that Cynthia is almost equal mixes Afrin and Orin, with a little Kazoid thrown in for good measure.  Her features are recognizably Japanese, but even without the dark skin, you�d know there was something else in there.  �Something else,� in her case, is North East Africa, specifically the Nuer of Sudan.  Her skin is as dark as mine, and her hair is even darker, though not as curly.  But her most striking feature has to be her bright blue eyes.  Apparently the Mendelian genetics lined up just right, and one of her Kazoid ancestor�s chromosomes clicked, because those aren�t contact lenses or the pigment jobs some people get.  Nope, those are her natural eyes.  Set in such a dark-skinned face, they�re really quite striking.

And those eyes were looking straight into mine as she rubbed my pussy, teased my nips, and talked like she was afraid she�d never be able to again.

�Your skin is so smooth.  Oh, you�re wet down there.  Well I don�t blame you I�d be wet too if all those cute guys were staring at me but how does it feel being naked in front of everybody but I shouldn�t ask you that and beside I�m going to find out for myself.  I�m a sophomore and that means I have zero chance of getting through high school without spending a week in the Program but you know what you�re not going to believe this but I�m actually looking forward to it.  I mean I know I�ll be embarrassed and all but I think it�ll be fun and sexy and I can let guys play and it isn�t slutty if it�s just Program sex so who knows maybe I�ll go all the way with different guys and stuff but of course I�d never do that any other time but if it�s just Program sex then why the hell not, you know?  God Anzu, you have such nice breasts!  Boys tell me I have big boobs but that�s just push-up bras I don�t think mine are actually any bigger than yours, well not much but mine droop a little.  I�m fifteen years old and I have boob-droop but wow yours are like, I can�t believe we�re in full-G because these are just so upstanding if you get what I mean.  I bet I know what you like, Anzu James; ah-ha I was right.  Right there on your little clitty and I can�t believe how hot you are inside, you�re like fire!  Are all girls that hot?  Well how the hell would you know any better than I would I mean it�s not like either of us runs around sticking our fingers into random girls and taking notes.  Oops, we�re gonna be late well thanks Anzu it was real nice when it�s my week you can do me if you want bye-bye!�

And with that she let go of me and walked into the classroom, followed by an uncustomarily speechless me.  After all of that, there just didn�t seem to be anything left to say.  I lay down my towel and sat at the head of the class.

�Anzu,� Mr. Scott asked the inevitable question, �do you need relief?�

I thought about it.  It was going to happen sooner or later.  I was really horny, and could feel the �pinkness� starting.  Let�s see; after this class I had SMA, then Biology, then lunch.  If I took relief now, I might not be worked up enough for it by SMA, but I might be suffering by Biology, and almost certainly would by lunch.  I couldn�t seek relief during lunch, and there was NO WAY I was going to do it in Biology.  The less reason the Warlord had to notice me the better.  However, if I toughed it out until SMA and sought relief then, I shouldn�t be too bad by Biology, and after lunch was Homeroom.

�No,� I said, �I�m fine for another hour.�

As was the case yesterday, the class was uneventful.  I turned in the journal, and even managed to settle the ovaries a bit.  I mean, the arousal was still there, but no vasocongestion.  But of course, the class ended, and I knew what was waiting for me in the hall.

Well, I thought I did.  What was waiting was Jeness.  She was there, and so was Neil Collins, naked, rock hard and grinning.  A crowd had gathered, and I knew that whatever was about to happen, Jeness had planned it.  I only had a vague idea how to deal with her, and she had a plan.  Between that and her utter lack of modesty, I was doomed.  The fact that she was naked didn�t help.

�Anzu, my dear,� she started right in, �some of the guys have been saying that you�re a fuddy-duddy, a prude, a stick in the mud.�  There were some chuckles.  �I hate it when people talk bad about you like that!�

Oh please.  Who did this bitch think she was fooling?

�I know that you�re not like that at all.  You�re open, and affectionate, and vivacious, and sexy.  Really, I look to you for guidance in these things.�

I am so fucking doomed.  Whatever she�s got planned, it�s huge.  There�s no way she would build me up unless it was to tear me down like never before.

�Well,� she continued, �we�ll show them.  I brought Neil to help out.  Neil?�

The naked boy stepped forward.  He�s part Afrin, but light enough that his blush was pretty obvious.

A sudden whisper in my ear.  �I know what she has planned, and it�s awful.�

It was Botilda.  She wasn�t even supposed to be in this building until later.

�We can fix this,� she continued, �but it�s going to be pretty bad for you.  Not as bad as��

�Now, Anzu,� Jeness was talking again, �let�s show them that you aren�t afraid of a little sexiness.�

With that, she grabbed Neil�s dick and gave it three quick little strokes.  Neil just stood there, loving it I guess.

Jeness grinned like she�d won the lottery.  �Your turn, Anzu darling.  I mean, I know it isn�t much, but I�m a little shy.�

�Whatever you�ve got in mind,� I growled to Botilda, �go for it.�

I walked towards Neil.  Botilda followed me for a couple of steps, just long enough to tell me, �Just go along, and be ready.�  She slipped away and was gone.

Ready for what?  But there was no time for explanations.  I forced a smile and reached for Neil, and then stopped for a moment.  Not because I�m afraid to touch cock; I�d actually stroked a Program boy once before, though I don�t think Jeness knew that.  So I was pretty sure I could handle this just fine.  But somehow I knew that wouldn�t be the end of it, and I wanted to give Botilda a couple of seconds.

�Let�s do this right,� I said, making sure everybody could hear me.  �Neil, may I please stroke your nice big cock?�

�You may,� he said, his voice almost breaking, �Oh may you ever.�

Well what was he going to say: no?  I reached out, made sure everybody could see, and gave him, not three strokes, but five.  It was completely different doing it when we were both naked.  I have to admit, I liked it.

�See?� Jeness called out to the crowd (and it was a crowd), �I told you.  Now��

�Bah!  That�s nothing!�  It was Botilda.  �She already jerked off a Program boy two months ago.  It wasn�t just three or five strokes, either; she made him cum.�

God, �Tilda, you didn�t have to remind everybody!

�If she really wants to prove that she�s brave,� my best friend continued, �she�d make out with YOU.�

As a roar of approval rang out, my first thought was, �Botilda�s turned against me?�  But it was just for a split second.  What she�d done was pure genius.  Instead of all the expectations being on me, they were now on me AND JENESS.  And as unpleasant as it might be for me to make out with her, it was going to be a lot worse for her.  If I acted like I even might be considering it, she�d probably back down.  And if she didn�t�  I knew I could stand it longer than she could.

�Weeelll,� I drawled, all bashful innocence, �I geeeeuuusss I�m game if you are.�  I looked at her and smirked.

She was pale and her jaw was hanging open.  She saw my smirk, glanced around, and realized that this whole plan of hers had blown up in her face.  She couldn�t refuse without showing everybody that, rather than being the brave, shameless girl, she was actually more skittish than virginal little Anzu James.  But if she didn�t refuse, she was going to be doing something she couldn�t even stand to see.  I wondered which was stronger: her disgust or her pride?

�Sure,� she said, stepping towards me with her arms open.  �Why not?�

Pride.  It goeth before a fall, I couldn�t help but think.

I threw my arms around her and pressed my body to hers.  She shuddered a bit, and I knew it wasn�t lust.  Good.  I didn�t hold anything back.  I knew I could take this longer than she could, but I was concerned that she might hang on until the warning bell went off, giving her an excuse to get away.  I rubbed my titties against hers, ran my hands up and down her back, and even squeezed her ass.  I kissed her full on the lips.

Hesitantly, her hands began to stroke me, to pat me here and squeeze me there.  She was determined to keep this up as long as I did.  If it weren�t for the warning bell, she wouldn�t have stood a chance, but�  I needed to escalate things somehow.  I noticed that while she wasn�t pulling away from my kiss, and she was even puckered up, she hadn�t opened her mouth.

Not good enough.  I made a big show of licking her mouth all over and especially her puckered lips as I fastened my wide-open mouth over her tightly closed one.  It was Botilda who saw what I was trying to do.

�Come on Jeness, slip her some tongue!�

Several guys and a few girls echoed that request, and I felt Jeness shudder against me again as she slowly parted her lips and opened her jaw.  Immediately my tongue was in as deep as I could get it.  I ran it over her teeth, across the roof, and of course I stroked her own tongue with mine.  She let out a little sob, real quiet.  I doubt anybody but me could hear it.

I was loving this.  I was wet between the legs, and the ovaries were getting pink again.  It wasn�t just the kissing or the naked body against my own.  That felt nice, of course, but there was something else.  She hated this so much.  I could tell it was really creeping her out.  Everything I was doing to her made her sick.  She really did not want to be doing this.

But she was.  And that turned me on so much.  I wanted to gross her out, to disgust her, and to make her do things she didn�t want to do.  She could stop this at any time, of course.  Just tell me that she isn�t a lesbian so a Request to make out with a girl isn�t Reasonable.  But she wouldn�t.  She didn�t want to lose.  She didn�t want to lose worse than she didn�t want to make it with a girl.  Well, maybe I could change that.

I�d noticed that she wasn�t returning all that tongue action.  Her tongue was just pulled back as far as she could get it, and she was doing nothing with it.  Oh no, that wouldn�t do.  It wasn�t enough to do things to her; I wanted her to do things back, to be an active participant in her own defeat.

I put my hands behind her head.  I pulled my mouth a tiny bit off of hers.  As I expected, she tried to use that as an excuse to break the kiss.  I held her head tightly in my hands, so she couldn�t break away without it being obvious.  I then stuck out my tongue and licked her lips before slipping it back into her mouth.  I knew that everybody watching could see my tongue, and that hers wasn�t doing anything.

�C�mon, Jeness,� a male voice, �Return the favor.  Fair�s fair.�

Another sob, and I saw a tear form in her eye.  But she did it.  Her tongue slipped out and began sliding along my own.  I felt her body shudder again.

I was so turned on, maybe as much as in the locker room yesterday, maybe as much as with Botilda last night.  I dropped my hands back to her ass and just caressed it.  I sucked on her tongue, and I felt her tremble.  I sucked it in and out of my mouth, like I was giving it a blowjob or something.  Then I released it and stuck out my own, making it obvious what I expected.  There was a long pause, and then I felt her lips seal around it, followed by her sucking it into her mouth.  Without even realizing I was doing it (Botilda told me later) I started humping against her.  Our legs were straddling each other, so we were almost making pussy-to-pussy contact, and that�s what did it.

Jeness jerked away from me, pushing me with both hands.  She looked at me for almost a second, and then she bolted down the hall, one hand clamped over her mouth and the other trying to shove people out of the way.  The warning bell went off just then.  I don�t know if she made it to the restroom or puked in the hall.  There was some cheering, and a lot of laughter.

I nearly came on the spot.  She hated it SO much, and I�d pushed her to the point that she couldn�t force herself any more.  I made her puke!  Juice was running down my thigh, and if Botilda had told me she wanted to do me right there in front of everybody, I�d�ve let her.  Hell, if some boy had asked to fuck me right there in the hall I�d�ve probably said yes.

But the warning bell had rung, and everybody was hurrying to class.  Botilda gave me a quick hug.

�You were great, F.L.  Gotta go.  Gonna be late as it is.  See you at lunch.�

And with that she was off, ignoring every �No Running In The Halls� rule that had ever existed.

I staggered to SMA, Space Manufacturing Applications.  The final bell went off almost a minute before I made it in.

�You�re late, Anzu,� declared Captain Obvious.  Mr. Glazer is a decent teacher, but he doesn�t like tardiness even a little bit.  No teacher does, but he hated it more than most.

�Sorry,� I managed to squeak out.  �Reasonable Requests,� which was kind of true.

He didn�t look to be buying it.  �You have the right to say no to those if they�re going to make you late,� he reminded me.  �OK, I�ll overlook it today, because it�s easy to misjudge how long a Reasonable Request will take.  But you be more careful.  If this happens Thursday, you won�t just lose the three points for Thursday; you�ll lose the three for today as well.  Got that?�

�Yeah,� I said, my voice still a bit squeaky, �that would be six points off the final.  I don�t want that.  I�ll be careful.�

He actually smiled a little.  �OK, then.  Now, do you need relief?�

�Yes,� I said without hesitation.  I needed it so bad.

�Do you want to do it yourself, or would you like to ask for volunteers?�

I glanced around the class.  �Um, I�d like a volunteer.�

Immediately most of the boys and two of the girls raised their hands.  I picked the only boy in class who�s older than I am.  He came right up to the front and asked me, �How do you want it?�

I was tempted to say �as deep as you can ram it into me� but instead I told him, �Fingers.  Two of them.  Up inside. You don�t have to be all that gentle.�

He not only fingered me, he also sucked a nipple and rubbed my clit.  I closed my eyes and thought about what I�d done to poor Jeness.  I came, hard, in less than two minutes.

OK, just what the hell is wrong with me?  I mean, I can understand a feeling of triumph at beating an enemy at her own game.  I absolutely understand getting aroused by touching and rubbing and kissing.  But the biggest turn on wasn�t any of that.  It was the fact that she didn�t want me to do that to her, that she didn�t want to do it herself, and we did it anyway.  I was disgusting her, revolting her, creeping her out, grossing her out, making her physically ill, and then trying to make it worse.

And I just got wet again typing about it!  Is this the thrill that a rapist feels?  Am I some horrible person, who gets off on the suffering of others?

SMA was fairly uneventful.  Thursday we�d be going out into the vacuum and actually laying down some sapphire.  That�s why Mr. Glazer is such a stickler for punctuality; because when we go into the vacuum we have to leave class, get to the axis, get to the locker, suit up, get out the airlock, do whatever it is we�re going to do, get back in the airlock, desuit, and get back to school in time for everybody to get to their next class.  Today, we were just going over what we would be doing Thursday, and didn�t so much as change desks.  That was why he let it slide today, barely.

I had been concerned that, if I took relief, I would be out of it and not be able to concentrate.  Instead, I found that I was alert and quick.  I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as my great-grandmother had said the last time we talked.  Maybe orgasms align brain waves or something, and help you think?

Soon class was over, and I found myself getting touched and rubbed by various boys.  It was embarrassing, sure, but they all remembered to ask, and it really felt good.  It was pretty much the basic tit squeeze and ass-grab stuff.  One boy asked to touch my pussy, and I let him.  He didn�t do anything to it, just touched it.

I wasn�t late to Biology, and the Warlord ignored me to the point where I wondered if he�d�ve noticed if I wasn�t there.  Then again, that was a good thing.

More touching on the way to lunch.  I could feel myself getting hot again.  I was nearly to the cafeteria

behind me

I ducked and whirled about, catching an arm with my own and twisting it behind the back of the person who had swung at me.  I shoved that person against the wall and, noting that I was now safe, quickly noticed three other things in rapid succession:

1) this person was naked,

2) this person was female, and

3) this person was Jeness.

I let go of her and stepped back.  For all that we hated each other, Jeness and I had never actually come to blows.  I�m maybe a cm shorter than she is, but I outmass her by a couple of Kg, and it�s solid.  She isn�t in bad shape, really, but she isn�t an athlete, and I am.  Also, she doesn�t have any martial arts training, nor has she been in a lot of fights to gain any �street smarts.�  I haven�t been in a lot of fights outside the arena myself, but my training isn�t just for competition; my sensei believes in training us for the real world.  Jeness wouldn�t stand a chance against me, and we both knew it.  My training and basic good nature kept me from picking fights, and Jeness had enough sense not to pick one with me.

Until now.  She�d tried to clobber me from behind, knowing it was the only chance she had.  The look on her face made me wonder if she was going to try to take me face-to-face.  She was an idiot if she did.

�I *hate* you!�

I believed it.  She looked like she was about to burst with pure fury.

�I don�t like you either,� I told her.  �Why don�t we just stay away from each other?�

�I aughtta kick you ass!�

�You can�t.�

That took some of the wind out of her sails, because she knew I was right.

�Look, Jeness,� I told her, �if we fight, I�ll win.  You know that.  Maybe you just wanted to rub up against me a little more?�  I gave her my best Desdemona shimmy.  I�d gotten enough Reasonable Requests for it, I was getting pretty good.

Her bluster evaporated like hot water on the Moon.  I let my eyes trace down her nude body and back up again.

�You know,� I purred, �I�ve never noticed before, but you�re kind of cute.  If you want to grab and rub, just ask.  You don�t have to fight.�

�You�re disgusting!�

�And if you don�t want to find out just how disgusting I can be,� I told her, �you�ll never try anything like this again.  If we fight, I�ll pin you, and I�ll give you a good licking before I let you back up.�  I slowly licked my lips and stared directly at her crotch.

�Uulph,� she said, or something like that as she clamped one hand over her groin and the other over her mouth.  I took two steps towards her, making sure that my hips were swiveling and my tits were jiggling.

That was enough.  Jeness turned and fled down the hall.  I stood there with my fists clinched tight, biting my lip.  But it wasn�t out of anger or even lust; I just didn�t want her to hear me laughing.  Once I was sure she couldn�t hear me, I relaxed and cackled all the way to lunch.

Botilda was waiting for me.

�What are you laughing about?�

�Jeness tried to get the drop on me,� I chuckled, looking over the menu.  Again, she had narrowed the choices down for me.  In fact, she�d already cued in the garden salad and a cranberry/mulberry drink.

�Did you hurt her?�

�Worse,� I laughed again as the drink thunked down, �I came on to her.  I don�t think she�s going to be a problem for the rest of the week.�

�Wow,� Botilda giggled, �Make love not war, huh?�

I punched in a cheeseburger with fried onions, then changed my mind and got it with no onions, but got onion rings on the side.  I got three small strawberries dipped in dark chocolate for desert.  I decided against the pumpkin soup, though I might want it by the time I got home.  Veegeewushu tonight; I�d be getting home late.  If I wasn�t having any soup�  I cued up another two chocolate strawberries.

�It�s all thanks to you, Botilda,� I told her as the salad arrived.  �I�d�ve been fucked without you, maybe literally.  I�m really grateful.�

She had the modesty to blush a little.

�Besides,� I added, �she isn�t the one I want to make love to.�

She started whipping her head around, looking in every direction.  I knew nobody could hear me; I�d been quiet, but the way Botilda was slinging her long hair around could draw attention.  I covered the salad with both hands.

�F.L., SSHH!� she hissed, at least as loud as I�d said it, �Just SSHHH!!!�

I rolled my eyes.  �If you weren�t hissing and flinging,� I whispered, extra quiet, �anybody who heard that would assume I meant Kevin.�

She rolled her own eyes.  �He�s been telling all his friends that he�s gonna fuck you before the week�s over.�

I nearly choked on an onion ring.  I don�t think I�d�ve been any more shocked if Botilda had slapped me.  The weirdest thing was that I really didn�t know how to feel about that.

�Sorry,� she told me.  �I guess I shouldn�t get a job in medicine or diplomacy or anything like that.  But I thought you had a right to know.�

I ate two more onion rings, none too fast.

�Um, Space Command to Anzu?�

�Yeah, I needed to know that.�  I ate the last onion ring.  �So, he wants me.�

�As a notch in his belt.�  She curled her lip in a most unattractive way.

�Yeah.�  I took a swig of the cranberry/mulberry juice.  �You know, it�s funny.  I mean, I�ve wanted him to notice me, to want me.  I�ve been thinking that, when it came time to lose that boy cherry, he�s the one I wanted to give it to.  And now he wants me, and I�m not sure I want him.�

She took my hand.  �I�m sorry, F.L.�

�Thanks.�  The strawberries arrived, and I picked one up and stared at it.  �The thing is,� I continued, �that it isn�t about him being hot for me.  I mean, I wasn�t expecting him to pledge undying love or anything like that.  I was prepared to settle for just plain horniness, as long as it was horniness for me.�

�I think every straight guy that sees you this week is horny,� she reassured me.  �Including Kevin.  But, well, that�s his second biggest reason for wanting to nail you.�

�Yeah.  It�s more of a status thing.�  I ate the strawberry.  �It�s about making sure everybody knows that every girl wants him.  And we all do.  He�s hot.�

�Anzu��

�And you know,� I pointed out, �if I�d done him, I�d�ve told you.  And if you did some guy, you�d tell me.  So why is it wrong for him to tell his friends?�

�Anzu Patra James!�  She hadn�t called me by my full name in a long time.  She didn�t stop with that, though.

�I want you to check with Takahashi and see if you can wear a hat during your Program week.  Your brain is getting cold.�  She took a quick pull off of her own drink.  �This isn�t him getting lucky and sharing it with his best friend.  This is him boasting, before the fact, that he�s going to bag you like some big game hunter on one of those Earth safaris.  You might be naked, Anzu, but you ain�t some antelope.�

�You know, I really never expected anybody to tell me that.�

�Anzu!�

I finished the last strawberry.  �OK, OK,� I reassured her, �If I was to do the deed with Kevin, we�d be using each other.  I�d be using him to finally get rid of this virginity, so I�d be ready for some boy who really likes me.  And he�d be using me to prove what a stud he is to his friends.  I just have to decide if I�m OK with that.�

�Anzu��

�And I don�t think I am.�  I sucked down the last of the juice.  �Like I said, I wouldn�t mind him kissing and telling, �cause I would.  But if he�s kissing just *to* tell, well, that�s not OK.�

She took my hand in both of hers.  �I�m sorry.  I wish your hot guy was a decent person.�

�Yeah me too,� I told her.  �He is hot, but you know, he�s not the only one.�

She stopped just short of finishing off the last of her chicken tenders.  �Who else?�

I thought for a moment.  �You know, I�ve been almost as attracted to Bret as to Kevin.  Until that little episode during his Program week, and him deciding he needed to wreak Awful Vengeance.  Even after that, he�s been pretty decent to me, just a bit cold.�

�That�s because he�s in love with you.�

I didn�t say anything.  I didn�t have any food to eat, so I didn�t choke.  I just stared at her.

She rolled those big eyes of hers.  �Well he is.  Did you really not know?�

I just shook my head.

�Well he is,� she assured me, �and if you don�t know, you�re the only one who doesn�t know.�

I found my voice at last.  �He thinks I�m cute.  I mean, he said so, and I�ve caught him looking at me; I mean, even before I was naked.  But cute does not love equal.�

She shook her head.  �He thinks I�m cute.  He thinks Rashida is cute.  He thinks Miyuki is cute.  He thinks you�re the hottest thing at O�Neill.�

�If he thinks I�m hotter than you or Rashida,� I chuckled, �he must be in love.�

Botilda just winked as she finished her last chicken tender.

We talked a little about our plans for the weekend, with me repeating that yes, we should still go to Holly-Kon.  I�d find some way to make my nudity fit in with the theme of motion pictures in the Twentieth Century.

Finally, we walked to Homeroom.  I got some Reasonable Requests along the way, and Botilda just stared as boys groped my tits, patted my ass, and twice my pussy got rubbed.  I was pretty heated up.

Guess who I saw waiting for me outside Homeroom?  He was grinning like a maniac.  This is the guy who�s in love with me?  I walked right up to him.  �Hi, Bret.  Let�s get this vengeance thing over with.�

�It�s cool,� he told me, �We�re even.  Don�t worry about it anymore.�

I dropped my towel.  He picked it up and handed it to me.  I didn�t know if I should thank him or slap him.  What the hell?

�I saw you with Jeness,� he continued.

�You� you did?�

�Yeah.  I was at the back of the crowd, but I saw everything.  You were magnificent.�  He looked like a proud papa who�d just seen his baby take his first steps.  �I had this idea for getting back at you, but nothing could top what you did.  We are even.�

�Um, thanks?�

�You�re welcome.�

We all sat down, and Ms. Dunlavy had me take the roll.

�Do you need relief?�

I considered saying no.  I could hold out until History, or even final Homeroom.  Then again, I could feel the pinkness starting.  If I was going to have to do it anyway, why not now?  I looked out over the class, and saw Botilda and Bret both looking expectant.  They both were hoping I�d say yes, and so were some others.  Indeed, why not now?

�Sure,� I said, �but I want a volunteer.�

A half dozen hands were raised.  I was a bit disappointed that Botilda�s wasn�t one of them, but really, it would have been pretty surprising.  Bret raised his hand, lowered it, and then started to raise it again, stopping part way.

�Bret,� I asked, �are you volunteering or not?�

�Well,� he started, �Well, I said we were even.�

�This isn�t about getting even; this is about me needing relief.  Now, are you volunteering or aren�t you?�

�I�  I guess��  He suddenly thrust his hand high into the air.  �Yes, yes I am.�

�Then come up here,� I grinned, �and let�s see what you can do for me.�

He came up to the front, his eyes all over me.  �How do you want it?�

�How do you want to give it?�

He tilted his head for a moment.  �I think you�d say no to fucking, so how about fingering?�

Smart boy.  �Fingering sounds like fun,� I agreed, �but you�ve only got five minutes, so be quick about it.�

I�ve still got my boy cherry, but Bret�s been with a girl before.  I don�t know who, and I don�t know when, but he knew what he was doing too much to be a virgin.  Well, I guess he might�ve fingered and not gotten his dick into whoever, but he�d damn sure fingered.  He not only slid a finger into me, but sucked my nips as well.  I was happy to let him.  I came and he kissed me, just a barely there peck.

�You went twenty-eight seconds over,� Ms. Dunlavy informed us, �but I think it�s cruel to stop somebody a half minute before orgasm, and besides, it�s not like we have a lesson we have to hurry up and start.�

This was true, and as we returned to our seats, we talked among ourselves.  Everybody wanted to talk about Jeness.  It seems I�m not the only one who hates on her ass, and I was practically a hero for taking her down several pegs.

And you know what?  For the first time, I started to feel bad that I�d done it.  I had made her so sick she puked; I�d utterly humiliated her in front of everybody.  And I�d loved it.  But now, with everybody telling me how great it was, I felt guilty.

Homeroom was over, and on the way to Pre-Calculus I did some posing and shimmies in the hall, and let a couple of boys grope my tits.  Still, I didn�t need relief, and Ms. Ou Yang had me solve another easy problem for the class.  The rest of the course was uneventful.

On the way to History, I ran into Kevin again.  He strutted up and just smirked at me.  I didn�t want to let on, so I just smiled back at him.

�Anything I can do for you, Kevin?�

�Yeah,� he chuckled, �I�d like to play with those tits.�

Have I mentioned that the Program participant has a lot of discretion about what is and isn�t Reasonable?  For instance, you don�t have to let some stunningly handsome jerk fondle your tits?  I did?  Good.

�Certainly,� I chirped, thrusting out my chest.  �As long as I get to class on time, have at �em.�

He had at �em.  And I have to admit, the boy�s got skills.  He fondled, caressed, and teased the nipples until I started to think about relief again.  I wanted to stay poker-faced at first, but soon realized that wasn�t going to work.  However, I didn�t moan, groan, gasp or pant.  I did a pretty good job of acting like this was pleasant, but no big deal.  As long as he didn�t check out my pussy and notice how dripping wet it was, I�d be fine.  I�m not sure why he has this animal magnetism, but it was getting to me.

Suddenly, I noticed Botilda standing behind him.  She was giving Kevin the Big-Eyed Glare of Death, and somehow that helped steady me.  I still wasn�t poker-faced, but I�m sure he couldn�t tell if I had a flush or a straight.  The warning bell rang before I tipped my hand.

�Woops, gotta go,� I managed to say while almost sounding normal.

He let go, but smirked again.  �How was it?�

It was wonderful.  I�d jilled myself fantasizing about him touching me.  But I couldn�t tell him that, so I shrugged my shoulders.  �It wasn�t bad.  I can tell you�ve done it before.  Botilda!  Let�s go.�

He whirled about.  It was obvious he hadn�t noticed her.

�I thought you could refuse those stupid RR�s,� she growled as soon as we were out of earshot.

�I can,� I assured her, �but I haven�t refused anybody else, and I didn�t want him to think he was special.�

�Or maybe you just loved the idea of finally getting touched by His Hunkiness?�

�What, you jealous or something?�  Her look told me that wasn�t too far off.

�Look,� I continued, �he�s handsome, he�s got some sort of sex ray that zaps out of him, and he�s good with his hands.  Now if he could just get a personality transplant, he�d be definite boyfriend material.  But until he gets that transplant��

Botilda chuckled at that.  Just before we split up, she told me that she was tied up for the night, and wouldn�t be able to come over.  But she�d still see me for veegeewushu.

�That�s OK,� I told her, �I�ve got another hot date with Steve.�

Her eyes did that thing where they get even bigger.  I swear, another millimetre and they�d cross the line from beautiful to freakish.  Ah, but they were still on the beautiful side for now.

�I forgot all about him,� she whispered.  �What are you going to do?�

�Smile a lot and remember to keep my legs together when I sit on the floor.  My standard cross-legged position should be avoided.�

We had to part then, and Ms. Galton asked me if I needed relief, and I said no.  She had me take my seat at the front of the class, and she started with the instabilities in the Middle East, the straight-jacketing of major world powers by their dependency on Middle East oil, and on how the high cost of launching anything into orbit from Earth kept the people of your day from building satellite solar power stations, which of course is what powers the Earth in my day.  The United States had five percent of the world�s population, but used a quarter of the world�s energy.  China, Europe, India and Japan used most of the rest.  This left almost a billion people to make due with the few percentages left.  Obviously, there just wasn�t enough to go around.  Tensions increased, the environment suffered, greater and greater amounts of GNP chased less and less oil.

Actually, by the time the lecture was over, I was almost scared.  You guys in the past: get it together, will you?  I want my present, your future, to happen.  Actually, my term paper was GOING TO BE on how you did manage to get it together, until the subject was chosen for me.  Maybe I�ll write it anyway, and see if I can get some extra credit for it.

After class, I got a couple of Reasonable Requests to tit-grope and ass-pat, and then it was back into the hall and back to the day of surprises.  Jeness was there.  So was Botilda, and she was giving my enemy the same Big-Eyed Glare of Death she�d treated Kevin to.  Bret was there, and he had the same look as Botilda.  I wondered what I was in for now.

�Anzu,� Jeness started, softly, and then stopped.  �Anzu,� she started again, �I�m tired of this feud.  I know we can�t be friends, but I�m willing to call a truce if you are.�

I didn�t trust her, but I knew I couldn�t turn down an offer like that without looking like a total bitch.  Probably the way she planned it.  And what was with the soft, half-scared voice?  If she was trying to sound seductive, it was failing.  She sounded like a bashful kid!

She took a slow step towards me.  Her head was down as she almost whispered, �I�m serious.  Shake?  No kissing or anything like that, just shake?�  She slowly put out her hand, and it was trembling.

There was no way I could refuse.  I was as trapped by public perception as she had been earlier.  I decided there was no reason I couldn�t accept, and act accordingly, but still be on my guard.  I thrust out my hand, ready to go all veegeewushu on her ass if she tried anything funny.

She flinched back from my hand, and then softly gripped it with her own.  I shook, and she lingered a bit longer than was really necessary.  When she did let go, she looked me in the eyes for a second, blushed bright red, dropped her head to her chin and shuffled off, not quite jogging.  What the hell?

Botilda, Bret and I headed for Homeroom.  Actually, pretty much everybody was headed for Homeroom, it�s just we three had it together.  I wasn�t really sure I had it together, though, as Jeness� demeanor had rattled me.  This wasn�t like her.  If she was plotting something, it must be huge.  And yet� I don�t know.  I didn�t think she was up to anything.  There just wasn�t any, I don�t know, hostile vibe off of her.

Along the way, I got some Reasonable Requests.  I just mumbled �sure� and kept walking.  If they cared to keep up, they could grope all they wanted.  Homeroom, do I need relief, no, call the roll.  I finally got to ask Botilda if she had any idea what just happened.

�Not a clue,� she told me.  �I got there to walk with you and she was already there, pacing like a kid on Christmas morning.�

�I�ve got her in a couple of classes,� Bret put in.  �She�s been getting Reasonable Requests from girls ever since that deal with you, Anzu.  She�s been granting some of them, too.�

I didn�t believe that, and I must have looked it, because he went on.

�She has!  I saw her accept two myself.  Just a quick grab and squeeze, but she allowed it.�

�But why?� I asked.  �And please, don�t try to say I converted her to lesbianism.  It doesn�t work that way.�

�Well, not converted, of course,� Bret agreed, �but I think that she feels that, since everybody knows about you, she feels she has to say yes to everybody, or explain why she didn�t refuse you.�  He chuckled.  �And if she admits why she did it with you, she has to admit she lost.�

Well, we couldn�t have that now, could we?  I understood, though: it was the same reason I let Kevin grope me.  So, the little bitch was getting more girl-on-girl action.  In a sense, I was still molesting poor Jeness.  I could feel myself juicing up again.  I�m going to make an appointment with the school shrink!

Finally, class was over, the school day was over, and in well over half the places where the Program is in effect, I�d be getting dressed.  Veegeewushu isn�t a school event, and in most places, mandatory nudity ends when the school day does (though participants are encouraged to �do outreach�).  But no, lucky Anzu had to wind up in one of the few places that had decided that hey, if we�re going to do the Program, we�re going to do it big!

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