This story is fiction.� Actually, the year being 2063 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...
(low-G martial arts, c-bust, display, 1st)
Botilda met me at the bike racks, and we started for Lagrange Dojo.� There was an uncomfortable silence.� I didn�t want to say anything to set her off, and she� well, only she knows.� Finally, however, she spoke.
�I�m trying to be the supportive best friend,� she started, �and I�m trying to understand.� Really I am.�
I smiled, nodded, and brushed her hand with mine.� I didn�t think I should speak yet, because it was clear she wasn�t finished.
She heaved a huge sigh.� �It was easy enough Monday and Tuesday.� You were embarrassed out of your mind and dealing the best you could.� I get that; that�s easy.� Like you said: when I had that sore ankle and the cut on my forehead, I didn�t throw in the towel.� I fought the match as best I could, even when I knew I was losing.� But Lucy had to BEAT me; I didn�t just give it to her.� So I get it.�
She looked at me, and I nodded again.
�And you were trying to make sure everybody knew that it hadn�t gotten the best of you,� she continued.� �I get that too.� And then all your talk about how the Program is a good thing, and you believe in it, and you want to support it.� Now that I do NOT understand, but I can understand that you�d be willing to put up with a lot for a cause you believe in, however noodle-brained that cause is.�
I didn�t care for �noodle-brained,� but I just nodded.� We could have that argument another time.
Another sigh.� �Even yesterday, when you were smiling and having fun, well, I thought maybe it isn�t so bad after you get used to it, and orgasms are nice, and well��
She stopped walking.� �Actually, I didn�t really get yesterday.� It�s like it hardly bothered you.� But still, you were getting through it, maybe making the best of a bad situation. �But today��
She turned to look me in the eye.� �You are loving this, F.L.� LOVING it!� Today you�re not fighting with a sore ankle.� Today you�re kicking ass, winning trophies, you�re a movie star and you just ate chocolate.�
I didn�t say anything, because I hadn�t thought of it like that.� I mean yeah, I�d adjusted to being naked and I was having fun with the Program.� But loving it?� Kicking ass and eating chocolate?
But I couldn�t deny it.� I was wanting to do more, experience more.� I was so wanting to have the green light for doing anything and everything tomorrow that I had asked to Bret to pop me tonight instead of on my birthday.� Truth is, I was loving it.� Still embarrassed from time to time, but now when I did something embarrassing, it was like a challenge met.
Botilda put her hand on my shoulder.� �Monday you told me that if Takahashi told you you could put your clothes back on, you�d have a hard time saying no.� Next Monday you�re going to go into his office and Takahashi�s gonna give you your clothes and tell you to get dressed.� If he told you you could have another week if you wanted it, would you?�
�Would I wha�� Another week in the Program?!� Thank you no!�
�Are you sure?�
�Yes, �Tilda, I�m sure.�
There wasn�t time for this right now.� Other students were walking past us to enter the dojo.
�Look, we�re here now, and you at least have to get into uniform.� We�ll talk after training.�
�We will,� she nodded.
Lagrange-sensei again had me step to the front, and again had me turn around.� The class was instructed to do their staring now, and they did.� It didn�t bother me, like it had Tuesday.� Actually, it�s kind of nice to be the center of attention sometimes.
We then went outside and caught a lift to the altitude where one�s weight is one tenth of what it would be at the equator (or on Earth).� I knew there was going to be sparring, and I wondered how Lagrange-sensei would deal with my nudity.� If she had me be her sparring partner exclusively, it would be a real departure from normal practice.� The Program is so new here; it just hadn�t come up before.
As soon as we got to the 0.1 G training center, she started pairing us up.� I was paired with her.
�As you know,� she told us, �I ordinarily do this randomly.� Today I did that ahead of time, and selected Anzu for myself in order to avoid initial distraction.� However,� she added, �we are going to switch around like we always do.� The fact that each of you will have the opportunity to square off against a nude opponent will give you a rare chance: a way to test your ability to fight in a situation you were never trained for.� Will you be so distracted that Anzu stomps you easily?� Or will she be so self-conscious of her nudity that anyone can beat her?�
I had to grin at that.� Not. A. Chance.
�Oh, one more thing,� she added.� �If any of you are thinking that this is a golden opportunity to grope Anzu, well, don�t be surprised if she�s punching while you�re groping.� If you manage to put her in a hold or some such, don�t take advantage of her helplessness to molest her.� If you do, you�ll be out of your own clothes.� I checked, and yes, I can do that.� Not all Program rules apply here, but that one does.�
Now that was interesting.� I knew of course that harassing a Program kid in school was generally punished by throwing the harasser into the Program.� Not that having to be naked seemed like much of a punishment to me anymore, but last week it would�ve been enough to scare me into being an angel.� I imagine it scared all my sparring partners today.
And just to make it clear how perverted I was becoming, I actually considered asking Lagrange-sensei to lift that ban, and telling her that if somebody managed to pin me and wanted to fondle that I didn�t mind, and that it might be a good motivator to encourage that person to fight well.
I didn�t suggest any such thing, of course.� That would disrespectful of my sensei, and besides, what was wrong with me?� To be touched because somebody had asked and I said yes was one thing, but to be held helpless and groped with any �no� from me being pointless?� Did I really want that?
No� and yes.� I only wanted it if I could be sure it would be safe.� I�d do it with Botilda some time in private.
We put on the small amount of safety gear we used for this sort of practice.� When we did full-contact we wore a lot more, but here we were pulling our punches, kicks, and what not.� So all the parts I was scared to show last week were still on glorious display, and I grinned as I thought of how much Steve would like today�s pictures. He�d especially like the warm-ups and stretches we did next.
We squared off, me facing my sensei.� Of course I couldn�t beat her, but I�d be judged by how well I did, and I�d learn new things.� I learned some time ago not to be scared of losing a fight, even a real one.� Getting your ass kicked isn�t any fun, but you always come out of it a bit tougher than before.
One thing I have to say right off the bat: she wasn�t distracted by my nudity.� No sooner had we begun than she was three metres over my head, coming down at me upside-down.� I leapt back and up, and she was right after me.� I sprang for the ceiling, ten metres high, but she grabbed my foot and, while I had the momentum to pull her off the floor, we only made it a couple of metres up.� By the time I hit the floor, falling in slow motion the way you do in low-G, she was atop me and had landed two blows to my head, though I had managed to block two others.� But hitting the floor unbalanced me, and she obeyed her own no-fondling rule, which is good, because there wasn�t a lot I could�ve done about it.� She stepped away from me, extended her hand, and pulled me to my feet.
�Not bad,� she told me, �A lot of my students sort of freak out in that situation and just freeze.� You managed to block half the punches.� But next time, consider throwing one of your own.�
I bowed.� This is what generally happened when I sparred with her.� That�s why she�s the sensei.
She turned to the rest of the class.� �HALT!�
Everybody immediately stopped what they were doing, the only delay being that some people had to fall back to the ground, and slowly at that.
�Switch up.� Robert Anson, you�re with me.� Ashneel Frederickson, you�re with Fiora Jefferson.� Nabeela Jones, you�re with Anzu James.� Aloiki Hinler��
One after another, I faced each of my fourteen colleagues.� I beat eleven, which is better than I usually do in tenth-G.� Some of them were obviously distracted by tits in their faces or the fact that when they grabbed me for a throw they�d get a handful of bare butt. �None tried to molest me while I was helpless, though Aloiki did seem to concentrate on my tits, ass, and pussy every time we grappled.
I clobbered him, which is unusual, because he usually beats me.� He�s very good, but I guess the blood just wasn�t getting to the ol� brain.
The most interesting match was with Botilda.� It usually is, as we�re evenly matched and�
OK, look.� Botilda is my best friend and, as you know, we�re lovers.� We don�t call ourselves that, but that�s what we are.� We have many interests in common, and usually have lots of fun together (even out of bed).� I would take a bullet for her, and I know she�d take one for me.
And when we spar, we really go at it.� I have gotten more bruises, scrapes, and busted lips from that girl than probably the rest of my sparring partners put together, and the only time she ever had to leave class early and see the doctor, it was from a beating I�d given her.� Remember, her toe is why I don�t have a hymen.
She managed to tap me on the side of the head with one hand, and I�d landed a kick to her belly.� After all this leaping about and stuff, my legs were starting to feel a bit wobbly again, and when I went to make a leap and one leg suddenly refused to help, she saw her chance and moved in.� We were both about two metres off the floor and moving east when I brought up a forearm to protect myself from what I thought was an attack to the head.
WHACK! WHACK! across both tits.� Now, I�ve taken it in the ta-tas before, but this was the first time I�d been deliberately struck in my unprotected boobs, and it hurt!� I clapped one hand over them as she seemed to be trying for another, but instead she grasped my ankle with her own legs and, landing just ahead of me in a hand-stand, tried for a flip.� I managed to get loose before she could apply sufficient leverage.� I hit the floor a half-metre away from her.� I stumbled a bit on landing, having to flail my legs far apart to keep my balance.� I was actually in a deep crouch, like Spider-Man or something, with one hand on the floor.
Botilda�s knee was streaking down towards my head; I raised both hands to protect myself.� I guess the temptation was too much for her, because I suddenly felt the edge of her open hand crack me right between the legs, and she didn�t seem to be pulling this chop.
To any guys reading this, I want to tell you something: it hurts us too.� I mean think about it: exactly what part of the body does it feel GOOD to get hit in?� But the pussy; there�s a lot of tender nerve endings right over hard bone.� I usually take whatever blows I have to with little more than an occasional grunt, but I cried out loud at this.� If it hadn�t been for the padded glove she was wearing, I�d�ve been out of the fight altogether.� My legs, already wobbly and stretched unnaturally far apart, gave out and I collapsed backward.
Like a flash she was on top of me, trying to pin me.� I got a tap on her face, and she got one on mine.� As we shuffled around, I managed to get one foot on her belly.� In the low gravity it was an easy enough thing to lift her off the ground, and I prepared to throw her a good fifteen metres behind me.� But before I got her lifted high enough, she brought those long, gorgeous legs into play.
WHACK! directly in the crotch AGAIN!� The pads we wore strapped to our feet and insteps made things less hurtful than they might have, but even with that I shrieked and my throw fell apart.� Botilda landed gently not more than one metre past my head, and before I knew it she had me in a joint lock.� She brought her face close to mine.
�If I wasn�t afraid of getting stripped myself,� she hissed, �I�d give your sore cunt such a diddlin� that you�d be cumming in front of the whole dojo!�
I was shocked.� I�d never heard Botilda use the word �cunt� before, and in fact I knew she hated it.
�HALT!�
We all separated and stood to face Lagrange-sensei.� I rose to my feet a bit slowly, and winced.
�Botilda,� the sensei asked, �you didn�t touch Anzu in any inappropriate way, did you?�
�No sensei.� It was all sparring.�
The sensei turned to me.� �Anzu?�
I briefly wondered how �appropriate� whacking my poor kitty like that was, but I had to admit, it was fighting, not fondling.
�Nothing inappropriate,� I granted, �just a bit rough.�
Lagrange-sensei shook her head.� �You two are always rough with each other.� Anybody who only knew you from sparring would think you hated each other.�
Truth, that.� They�d be wrong, but what else could they think?
I had two more bouts after that, and both guys tried to do a little cuntbusting of their own.� Fortunately they were also a bit hesitant about it, and I was able to spare myself further pudendular pain (and yes, I made up �pudendular,� but �pudenda� is a real word).� Sinjun Smyth gave it up after I tapped his groin.� I didn�t hurt him, but it did suggest that whatever he could do to my crotch, I could do to his, and that was enough.
When we were all done, Lagrange-sensei again called me forward.
�I think I should take a look and make sure nothing�s damaged,� she told me.� �We can go into my office for a little privacy, if you like.�
Privacy?� Vaginal privacy, during my Program week?
�Nah,� I assured her, �We can do it right here.� I mean, it isn�t like they haven�t already seen.�
She raised one eyebrow at that, so I added, �You can even put it on the website, if you like.�
She chuckled, and then shrugged.� �Whatever you think is best.�� She raised her voice.� �Everybody, either hit the showers or gather round.� And Botilda,� she added, �you did the striking, so you get the cam and record this.�
I giggled as not one person headed for the showers, but instead formed a rough circle and leaned forward.� Lagrange-sensei had my lie down, bend my knees, and spread wide.� The group leaned in a bit more, and Botilda made sure to get every detail.� I blushed a little, and had the sudden crazy thought that, if the camera were infra-red, my blush would be obvious.� My sensei looked closely, and even poked with her finger a couple of times.
�How does that feel?�
�Like a Reasonable Request,� I chuckled.� Several others laughed as well.
She even spread me open, sliding one finger in about three centimetres.� �Any soreness?�
�A little,� I admitted.
She pulled her finger out and stood back up, so I stood too.
�The area will be a bit tender for an hour or two,� she said, wiping her finger on her uniform.� �Just don�t let anything else happen to it, and you should be fine.� An ice pack will help, if you think you can stand it.� If you have any pain after tonight, or if you have any bleeding or discharge, see a doctor.� I�m only trained a little, and any real problem needs a real doctor.�
Tender for an hour or two.� Bret was supposed to be taking my virginity in less than an hour.
�Will I be able to�� I looked around at my admiring audience, and suddenly I was embarrassed for real.� I wished I had taken her up on her offer of privacy, but it just didn�t seem right to hide my parts during my Program week.� Well, the question had to be asked, so I asked it.
�Will I be able to have� sex� tonight?� I�ve never done it before, but�� I covered my face with my hands as every student laughed.
Lagrange-sensei came to my rescue.� �Laugh if you like, but it�s a good question, so listen up.�� She winked at me.� �Well of course you CAN have sex, but if you want it to be really GOOD sex, you should wait for a few hours.� You weren�t hit that hard, like the kick that ripped your hymen a couple years back."
�Then again��� She cocked her head to the side.� �You know, you won�t have the pain that some girls do their first time, and believe it or not some girls find that important.� So your tenderness could substitute.� If you want to be able to honestly say that it hurt your first time, then as soon as you leave, go grab whoever the lucky guy is and tell him, �Do me NOW!��
That got a lot more laughs, but we were laughing with Lagrange-sensei, not at me, and that was a lot easier to take.� Some were still chuckling as we hit the showers.
Botilda made a point of showering next to me.
�I am so sorry, F.L.� she told me, �I just got caught up in sparring and I didn�t even think about any sex plans.�
�Tell you what,� I suggested as I let some cool water run down my body and between my legs, �if I�m unable to perform tonight, you have sex with him instead.�
�I� I� I� I��
�Just kidding,� I reassured her. ��Look, I�ll be fine.� I�ll put some ice on it, ask him to stay for dinner, and have him do me after desert and Steve, instead of before.�
�That should be good enough,� she granted, �but be sure to let it warm back up first.� Guys like a bit of heat.�
�Oh like you would know!�
Before long, we were washed, dried, and dressed.� Well, Botilda was; I was merely washed and dried.
�You sure you�re OK?� she asked for about the third time as we walked to her place.� For about the third time I assured her that I was.� And I was, too.� She hadn�t hit me as hard as she could, and she had been wearing pads.� I still felt it, but it wasn�t a horrid agony, just a minor soreness.
�Anzu,� she started just before we got within eyesight of her place, �I don�t want to start a big argument, but can you please admit that you are loving the Program?�
�I am,� I nodded, �but it�s not what you think.� You see, I�m stuck with it.� Like it or not, I have to do this.� So I might as well have fun with it.� You get me?�
Botilda shook her head.
�OK, OK,� I tried again, �I�ve gotten to the point that being naked doesn�t bother me anymore.� Well, I still get embarrassed whenever somebody makes a fuss about it, but I don�t mind being embarrassed as much as I did.� Like you said, I got used to it.�
She blinked at me.� I tried to find some way to explain it, but couldn�t think of anything just right.� I tried to think of something else to compare it to.
�It�s like��� What?� Think, Anzu, think!� �It�s like Irving Thalberg.�
�IRVING THALBERG?!?�
Yeah, it didn�t make much sense to me either.� But I moved on.
�Yeah,� I nodded.� �When he was a kid, he was very sick and bed-ridden much of the time.� But instead of just feeling sorry for himself, he had his mother��
�He had his mother bring him a ton of books,� Botilda interrupted, �and he read his ass off, becoming educated beyond his formal schooling, mastering story structure and becoming one of the first of the great Hollywood moguls.� I know as much about Irving Thalberg as you do, naked girl!�
�Right, right,� I pressed, �and he didn�t LIKE being sick.� If somebody had said �hey Irving, you wanna be sick for another month this time?� I�m sure he would have said no.� But as long as he had to be sick like it or not, he FOUND something to like about it. �I mean think about it: he wouldn�t�ve been able to do all that reading if he�d been healthy.� He�d�ve been doing chores and going to school.� So he took the one good thing about being bed-ridden and ran with it.� And that�s what I�m doing.�
By this time we were walking up to her place.� Bret was already there, and his eyes devoured me like he was seeing my body for the first time, which I thought was a bit strange since he�d been seeing and touching me all week.
�I think I get it,� Botilda was telling me as we arrived.� �You�ve taken choice and flipped it over.�
I smiled at Bret.� �Hi, handsome.�� Then I turned to Botilda.� �I�ve what?�
�When you�re not in the Program, the dress code tells you �you can show this much, but no more,� but you can always show less.� I mean, um, OK your skirt has to come down half way to your knees, but you can have it come all the way to your knees if you want.� All the way to your ankles.� So now you have to show everything.� It�s like, �this much and no less,� so you�re doing MORE than required.� You still have some control that way.�
I blinked at her.� I looked at Bret, and he was nodding.� What?
�OK, OK,� she went on, �so when somebody says �let me see your pussy� the rules say you have to.� So you can open your legs a bit and be in compliance, or you can lay down, bend your knees, splay open just as much as you can and tell him, �look all you want and hey, why don�t I spread it open so you can see the pink parts.�� See, doing more than required.�
I blinked at her a bit more. �Bret was smiling and nodding like one of those bobble head dolls.
�And,� she continued, �when somebody asks �can I touch your boob,� well technically you can say no, but then you�re a wuss, so instead of just saying yes you say �sure, and why don�t you go ahead and suck the nipple while you�re at it.�� You�re still in control.� You�ve found a way to show some defiance without being defiant.� I gotta respect that.�
What was scaring me was that this was starting to make sense.
�And then tomorrow,� she was getting excited, �you�re wanting to go all out.� If somebody asks to touch your kitty, you�ll ask them to finger you.� If Scott suggests another blow job, you�ll fuck his brains out in class.� If somebody volunteers to give you relief, you�ll say �sure, but only if I can jerk you too.�� If a girl wants to kiss you, you�ll offer to eat her.�
My eyes widened until they were almost as big as hers.� That�s EXACTLY what I had in mind!
She was almost hopping now in her excitement.� �This is exactly what the other Program kids have done!� I always wondered why they didn�t tone it down on Fridays, but now I get it.� And I�ve got your back, F.L.� You go for it.� You be �all Girl Who,� like you said at lunch.� I�m with you.� Make it a birthday to remember.� I�m behind you a hundred, a thousand percent.�
I still wasn�t sure she understood as much as she thought she did, but I wasn�t about to talk her out of taking my side.� And besides, I think she might have been right.� Damn.
She and Bret talked a minute or two, mostly her repeating what she�d just told me.� Not sure why, since he�d heard every word of it.� Well, I guess he hadn�t heard the Irving Thalberg part.� And he was nodding and saying �yeah,� �sure,� �yes,� �of course� all the while.� Wow.
After a bit, Bret and I left for my place.
�So long, you two,� Botilda smirked as we left.� �Don�t do anything I wouldn�t do.� Well, OK, one thing that I wouldn�t do.�
We were stepping up to my door when he turned to me with a smirk of his own.
�I guess,� he chuckled, �that by one thing she wouldn�t do, she means that one thing she hasn�t done to you herself, due to physiological inability.�
I blinked at him.� �How did you know that we� that �Tilda and�� How did you know we�re lov�� How?�
He rolled his eyes.� �It isn�t like anybody DOESN�T know, Anzu.� I mean, we all know.�
I blinked while I tried to think of something to say.� �I kissed her in the hall today.� I mean, people saw that.� But that doesn�t mean we�re actually��
�Sorry,� he shrugged, �I thought you knew everybody knew.� It�s been common knowledge for some time.�
We were standing in front of the door, and I didn�t just walk in like I usually do, but rang the bell.� Dad answered, and I saw Mom in the background, walking towards us.� When she got there, I presented my guest.
�Mom, Dad, this is Bret, from Homeroom.�
Dad leaned forward a bit and raised an eyebrow.� �Ah yes: The Avenger.�
Oh Dad, don�t do the protective father thing now.
Bret bowed his head for a moment before looking Dad in the eye.� �Yes sir, but with your daughter�s help, I�m learning that getting even isn�t always something I have to do.�
Respect.
�Bret�s here,� I informed them, �to deflower me.� I�d like him to stay for dinner, and we�ll use my room after Steve leaves.�
Confidence.
My parents just stood there for a moment, and it was Mom who recovered first.
�Well then by all means, come inside�� I mean�� We�re having carpaccio.� Bret, do you like carpaccio?�
�Thinly sliced raw beef, right?�� When Mom nodded, he said, �Never had it, but I�d be happy to try.� I love gored gored, and I like poke.�
I whipped a look at him.� I had no idea he liked poke.
�Well then,� Dad gestured towards the bathroom at the other end of the living room, �you two wash up.� Bret, will you be staying over night?� If not, you need to be out by ten thirty.�
I hadn�t even thought of that, but Bret had.
�I�ve got my folks� blessing to stay over,� he nodded, �and I�d like to, if Anzu wants.�
I couldn�t speak for a second.� �Y� yeah.�
Oh my God.� A boy was going to stay the night with me.� In my BED!� Wow.
After we washed up, I put several ice cubes in a hand towel, and then pressed it between my legs as we sat down to dinner.� Of course that didn�t go unnoticed, so I explained, briefly, what had happened in veegeewushu.� I have to say, I don�t like cold stuff on my pussy.� But hey, whatever works.
�Are we still,� Bret started, looked at Dad, but then continued, �Are we still going to be able to, um��
�Yes, Bret,� I chuckled, �we can still um, but not until about nine.�
We made some small talk over dinner, but I could tell the �rents were kind of uncomfortable.� They supported me in my sexuality, gay or straight, but it was obvious they didn�t like having it shoved right at them.� Well, I could understand.� I mean, I know my parents still do it, but I don�t think about it any more than I have to.
It turns out that Bret does like carpaccio.� Hardly surprising, because Mom and Dad know how to make it.� There are a lot of people out there making stuff out of cooked meat and calling it carpaccio.� I want to make one thing very, very clear: if it�s cooked, it isn�t carpaccio.� My �rents know that.� Dad takes lean beef and freezes it a little; then he uses the deli slicer to slice it two millimetres thick.� Then he pounds it with a smooth stone until it�s so thin you can almost see through it.� Meanwhile Mom would be whisking together olive oil, shallots, and lemon juice with a little salt and pepper.� Dad would arrange the meat on chilled plates while Mom shaved Parmesan cheese, as thin as the pounded meat.� The dressing would be brushed on the meat and the cheese sprinkled over it all.� A few chives and THAT�S IT.� All the more elaborate stuff isn�t necessary, and NOTHING IS COOKED.
There was a green salad on the side, with arugula and a creamy sauce.� I had to be careful not to drink too much of the Chianti.� I wanted to be relaxed tonight, not drunk.� I wanted my �coming of age� to be something I could remember forever.� Even tipsy I wouldn�t mind, but there was still Steve to consider.
Bret was a perfect gentleman the whole time, and while the �rents asked him more questions about himself than I really thought were needed, they weren�t snotty about it.� Dinner was almost over when I reminded him that I was tutoring Steve.� Mom immediately suggested that they could get to know Bret better while I was busy with Steve.� That made me nervous, but there wasn�t any way to say no without looking like we had something to hide.
We were just starting in on desert, an apricot panna cotta, when the bell rang.� I checked my eyetap as I walked to the door, Mom assuring me that yes, there were enough extra panna cotta for him to have one too.
�Hi Babe,� Steve chirped, his grin big and his eyes bigger as soon as I opened the door.
�Hey, Stud,� I smiled back, �come on in.� Got an anzu panna cotta for you.�
The last time we�d had this desert of sweetened cream gelatin and fruit was when he�d learned that my name means �apricot,� and since then I�d never heard him refer to the fruit as anything other than anzu.
�Sounds good,� he winked as he shut the door behind him.� �What boy wouldn�t want to nibble some anzu?�
Then he saw Bret.� His eyes went even wider, and he whispered to me, �Boyfriend?�
�Yeah, I guess,� I admitted.� Not officially, but for tonight at least, I considered Bret to be my boyfriend.
Steve walked right over to Bret and stuck out his hand.� �Steve Majors.�
Bret took the little boy�s hand solemnly.� �Bret Austen.�
As they shook, Steve remarked, �You, sir, are a lucky man.�
�I am indeed,� Bret nodded.� I rolled my eyes.� I�m not a bad catch, but they were making me sound like Cinderella or something.
�You gonna be part of this Western Civ thing?� Steve asked.
�Nope,� Bret answered, �I�m gonna be talking to Mr. and Mrs. James while you two trip down History Lane.�
�Ah,� the younger boy grinned, �the parent interrogation.�� He frowned for a moment.� �You know, Bret, if I was five years older, we�d be rivals for Anzu, and I�d be hoping you bombed out on this interview.�� He grinned.� �But since I�m twelve and we�re not rivals, I wish you the best of luck.�
Bret turned to me.� �Hey Anzu, you sure you don�t wanna make an age exception for this guy?� He�s mature for his age.�� Turning back to Steve, he whispered loudly enough for everybody to hear, �If I�m not back in time to see you out, PLEASE COME AFTER ME!�
We all laughed at that, but he looked confident enough as he followed the �rents out onto the patio.
�You�re lucky,� Steve chuckled, �with a boyfriend and a girlfriend.�
I blinked at him.� �Girlfriend?�
He looked at me as if to say, �oh please.�
�Anzu,� he told me, �I might be twelve years old, but I know what it means when you look at somebody that way.� You and� what was her name?� The pretty girl with the long hair and the gigantic eyes?�� He made goggles from his hands when he said �gigantic eyes.�� Well, it is one of her more striking features.
�Her name is Botilda,� I told him, �and how long have you known?�
�The last time we had anzu-flavored panna cotta she was here,� he reminded me.� �The way you two looked at each other, it was like one of those romantic comedies.� After I got home, don�t even think I didn�t run through my brain what I knew you and her were doing.�
Good God, did everybody know?
�Just in case there are still nine people in the Solar System who don�t know already,� I asked, �could you please not tell anybody else?�
He chuckled.� �I haven�t told anybody, but yeah, I�ll keep quiet for the sake of those nine.�
We settled down to study, and soon the political radicals of Eighteenth Century Holland consumed our conversation.� Their influence on the American Founders was something we discussed, along with their habit of publishing books banned throughout the rest of Europe.� Want to read what got Galileo tossed into house arrest?� The Dutch have it for you.
Finally, we talked about the experience of Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and other American Founders with Native Americans.� The League of Iroquois Nations was a model upon which several of the Founders drew during the formulation of the American Articles of Confederation and, later, the US Constitution.
We finished up and Steve ate his panna cotta as I switched out the ice cubes in the towel.� I hadn�t been freezing my crotch during our history lessons, but I decided I should one more time before Bret and I got started.� I didn�t really notice any lingering soreness, but better safe than frustrated.
Steve couldn�t help but notice that, and he blushed before asking, �Is this some kinky sex thing that I�m too young to know about?�
I had to laugh about that.� �Check the dojo�s website when you get home.� There are certain� risks� to practicing the martial arts.�
�Ooo,� he made a face.� �I know you don�t have balls; I mean, I can see that, but it�s still gotta hurt.�
�Well, I wasn�t hit full force, and she was wearing safety pads.� But yeah, it hurt.�
�How come she was wearing protective pads and you weren�t?� A Program kid is allowed to wear safety gear; I looked it up.�
�None of us were wearing any crotch armor,� I let him know.� �We all had pads on our hands, feet, knees and elbows.� We pull our strikes when we do this, but Botilda and me, well; we always get rough with each other.�
�She ever hit you there when you�re not naked?�
�Yep,� I nodded, ��bout a year and a half ago.� Tore my uniform.� Tore my hymen.�
�Your what?�
Oops, now what do I do?
�Have you heard that sometimes it hurts the first time a girl has sex?� I asked.
He nodded.� �And sometimes she bleeds.�
�Yes,� I nodded back, wondering when I became his Sex-Ed tutor in addition to Western Civ.� �Now, the reason she has pain and bleeds is because of a membrane inside the vagina, close to the opening.�
He furrowed his little brow, and I could feel myself blushing, because I knew what needed to be done.
�Steve,� I told him, �I can�t show you my hymen, because I don�t have it any more.� But I can show you, on me, where it is, or should be, if you like.�
His eyes got real big and his mouth hung open.� Then he grinned like a fiend.
�You know,� he told me, �I�ve been wanting to get a good look, but Reasonable Requests are for school.� Besides, I didn�t want to make things any worse for you.�
I chuckled as I sat the towel aside.� �I don�t really mind any more.� It�s kind of fun to show off, once you get used to the crashing humiliation.�
For a second he seemed to think I meant it about the �crashing humiliation,� but a wink from me and he was grinning again.� The fact that I was bending my knees and spreading wide probably helped convince him that it was OK.� He got on hands and knees and stared right at my pussy, but also kept back enough that it was clear he was only looking.� I started to point.
�Now here I have hair,� I started, �and of course you can see that when I�m just standing up.� But here I have these lips.� Now when I was younger you couldn�t see these lips.� They started to become visible about the time I first started getting breasts.�
He was staring, but the look on his face was more studious than lustful.� I still could hardly believe I was doing this, but I was doing it, so I continued.� �OK, now I�m going to open myself up.� There, see that?� If you hear about a girl �showing pink,� that�s what it means: that she�s spread her vaginal lips apart so that the pink parts show.�
I could hear his breathing getting ragged, and his voice was a bit strained as he asked, �So if you still had your hymen, it would block all that?� But then how does the blood get out when you have your period oh God I can�t believe I just asked that.�
I laughed a bit at that.� �Well I can�t believe I�m showing you.� But no, the hymen doesn�t block the urethra at all, and only�� Here, let me spread a bit wider.� OK, see the two holes?�� I was suddenly reminded of the Warlord.
�Yeah,� he said, �There�s a little hole, and a bigger one under that.�
�OK,� I continued, my face burning like mad, �now the upper hole is the urethra; it�s what I pee through.� The lower one is the vaginal cavity, also called the birth canal.� It�s��� Again I remembered the words of John Carter, Warlord of Biology.� �It�s where the penis goes in and the baby comes out.�
Steve was almost whispering now.� �The penis goes in� wow.�
I really wished I hadn�t started this, but it seemed cruel to back out now.� Steve was panting, and I hadn�t meant to tease him.� But of course he was teased; how could he not be.� I decided to finish this quick, let him get home, and take care of himself.
And yes, I did consider offering relief, but that was just too much.� He�s only twelve!
�OK, well,� I started again, trying to sound normal, �the hymen only covers the vaginal cavity, and not all of it.� Usually it�s just a sort of ring around it, with a hole in the middle.�� I moved a finger to outline this.
�And the hole�s too small for the penis,� I continued, �so when the boy puts it in,� I inserted the finger deep, and heard him gasp.
Anzu you stupid�!� Well, better finish up.
�This usually tears the hymen,� I continued, �and the girl has pain and bleeds.� Not always; sometimes the hole is just big enough that it�s more gradually worn away, and sometimes it�s already torn by something else, like a veegeewushu kick.�� I pulled my finger out, put my legs together, and stood up.� �Like me: Anzu James, the Hymenless Wonder-Virgin.�
Steve was slack-jawed, and a rasping sound came from his open mouth.� After several moments, though, he finally seemed to pull himself back together.
�So you�re still a virgin?� I didn�t know.�
�Yeah, well,� I shrugged, �I don�t go around introducing myself that way.� Then again, maybe I should while I still have the chance.�
I wiped my finger on my thigh and performed a curtsey, hoping I remembered how.� �Hi; I�m Anzu James and I�m a virgin.� And today is the last time I�ll be able to say that.�
�That�s cool,� he grinned, �but what about� your girlfriend, Belinda?� That�s not right.� Bomil��� He wobbled his head, �Are you a virgin after being with her?�
�Well, yeah,� I shrugged, �I guess.� I mean, I�ve never had a penis inside me.� Well, not inside my vagina.�
This was getting more and more weird.� I kept saying things that just spurred the conversation on, always a split second before I realized I was spurring it on.� The look on Steve�s face confirmed that, yep, I�d done it again.
�I, um�� he started, �I can�t help but be curious, but I don�t have to ask if it bothers you.�
Yep, sweet kid. �Still�� �In for a gram, in for a kilo,� I sighed.� �I�m going to tell you very basically what I mean by that, but I�m NOT giving any details.� OK?�
Steve nodded.
�OK.� Well, nothing below my waist has been invaded by a penis yet.� My mouth has been, but I�m still new at it.� This changes tonight, but the back door is closed until further notice, perhaps forever.� And I�m not saying another damned word.�
Steve was starting to sweat.� Damn it damn it damn it.� I never wanted to be one of those mean prick-tease girls.
�Wow,� he said, almost reverently, �you really are a grown woman.�
�I guess,� I shrugged.� �Hey, I didn�t mean to get you that worked up; it�s just, well, every time I said something, it seemed I had to say something more and� I didn�t mean to get you that worked up.�
Steve grinned.� �I always get worked up around you, Babe.� This is just more so.�
�You gonna be OK?�
�Yeah, I just need to get home.� Not for any particular reason, of course.�
He was blushing pretty bright, which I was actually glad to see, because he�d been kind of pale.� I decided to lighten the mood with a joke I knew he would get, because I�d heard him tell it to somebody else.
�Young man,� I mock-scolded, �you need to get a hold of yourself!�
He busted out laughing.� �Do I ever!�
Suddenly, the patio door opened and Bret stepped back into the room.� His hair was mussed, his shirt was open, and he was staggering and limping.
�I� still� live!� he gasped in a hoarse voice before collapsing to the floor and lying with his eyes closed and his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.
Mom and Dad walked in laughing.
�Have at him, Apricot,� Mom told me, still giggling.� �We like this boy.�
Bret �revived� and said his good-byes to Steve along with the rest of us.� But after Steve was out the door, Bret suggested I walk the boy home.
�His crush is about to do IT with somebody else,� he pointed out.
So I actually walked the block and a half with him.� And you know, I hardly felt embarrassed at all.� It just seemed normal that I�d be walking along a residential sidewalk in nothing but my skin and my cell.� Of course, the fact that there was hardly anybody to see me probably helped.� But still, even Tuesday this would�ve been nerve-wracking.� When we got to Steve�s place, I gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
�And now,� he murmured, �you�re going to go home and have sex.�
�Um, yeah.�
�I�m so happy for you, Anzu.� I hope it�s really good sex.� You deserve the best.�
I looked at him a bit sharply.� �Hey Steve,� I asked, �you�re not, you know, jealous or anything, are you?�
He cocked his little head to the side.� �No.� You�d think I would be, but I�m not.� Not sure why, but I�m fine with it.�� He grinned at me and winked.� �Besides, I�ve been doing you in my mind long before Bret ever got to you.�
I had to laugh at that.
�Yeah, I guess you have,� I admitted.� �So now I�m going to go home and, <ahem>, and you go home and do me in your mind.�
He bowed and I curtseyed.� We parted and before long I was back home, where Bret was waiting for me.
�Your folks wanted me to remind you that you have homework,� and he rolled his eyes.� �Other than that, they said they trust your judgment.� You got pretty cool �rents, Anzu.�
We went upstairs to my room, and for a while I actually tried to do homework.� Bret worked on his own assignments, but it was obvious that we had other things on our minds.� About the sixth time we caught ourselves staring at each other, we gave it up.
�I guess we just won�t be very social in Homeroom tomorrow,� he chuckled, putting his arms around me.
He kissed me, and it was nice.� But the feeling of cloth against my skin told me that one of us at least was overdressed.� I knew it wasn�t me, so�
�Off with �em, Austin,� I ordered, tugging on his shirt.
�Yes, ma�am!�
I really think he would�ve been naked faster if I hadn�t tried to help, but it�s fun undressing a boy.� He was already hard and I grabbed him.
�You�re gonna put THIS inside me!�
�Yes I am,� he laughed, �but I�m going to get you ready first.�
�I think I�m ready now,� I told him, �but yeah, let�s do this right.�
He did it right.� We kissed, we cuddled, we rubbed together like we were trying to start a fire.� I stroked his cock for a while, but then I worried that I might make him cum before we did IT, so instead I started petting and squeezing his ass.� He licked and suckled my nipples, and I�m not sure how we wound up in the position, but before I knew it he was on top of me, kissing me, and I felt something against my pussy and knew it wasn�t a finger.
And here�s proof that people are stupid: I was nervous about it.� With everything I�d done this week, done in front of people, I was still a little scared of doing this one last thing, even in private.� I knew I didn�t have to worry about tearing or bleeding.� I mean, I�m the Hymenless Wonder Virgin, right?� I�d had a lot of fingers in there this week, and Botilda and I�d been sticking fingers and toys into my girly hole for just over a year.� So I knew I could take it, that it wouldn�t hurt, and even the soreness from veegeewushu seemed to be gone.� And yet, I was a little scared.
�Are you ready?� he asked.
�Just� just stay where you are for a second.�
I took a couple of deep breaths, and thought, quickly, about sex, and virginity, and about I felt about it, and about how I felt about Bret.� I even thought, briefly, of Kevin, and of how I was glad it wasn�t him on top of me.� I smiled at Bret in the semi-darkness of my room.
�Hi; I�m Anzu James and I�m a virgin.� And that�s the last time I�ll be able to say that to anybody.�
I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me.� It felt soooo good when he slid into me.� I can�t explain how it�s different than a toy, but it is.� He set up a slow, steady rhythm, and that felt even better.� I soon found that I was moving my own hips, and he wasn�t just fucking me; I was fucking him.
But you know, it was more than just fucking.� I was less like the wild stuff I�d been doing as a Program girl, and more like when Botilda and I make love.� I mean, I felt so close to Bret then, and it was more than just that it felt good or was fun.� There was a real connection.� I grabbed his head and started kissing him, hard, over and over, like I�d gone crazy, and WILLED him to go faster.� He did, and I did, and I could feel myself getting close.� When I came, he gave an extra-hard thrust and held himself in me, deeper than I�d�ve thought he could go, and I just came so hard.
Then he started with the thrusting again, and I was so happy that I wanted to cry, or laugh.� I wasn�t thinking very clearly at all, and how did my leg get around his waist?� He stopped, and I wondered if he�d cum.� It was an awful gentle cum if he did.
But no, he just wanted to shift positions.� Without pulling out of me, he got his knees.� I somehow knew to wrap my legs around him, and as he grabbed my thighs and lifted my butt right off of the bed, he started in very fast and very hard, and it almost did hurt, but God was it good!� Suddenly he pulled out, and I thought it was all over for a second, but then he thrust it back in, all the way.� Then he pulled out again, and again he rammed it in hard.� He started doing this over and over, and I started shaking all over.� I looked at him, reared up above me, and he looked so tall.� He was grunting and then, with a gasp, he came inside of me.
He lowered me back down and his cock slipped from me.� He lay atop me, kissing me softly, before rolling over and lying next to me.� He took my hand in his and we just lay there, panting, for several minutes.
�Virgin no more,� I murmured, and that�s the last I remember until the next morning.
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