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...(shave, mf, ff, Mf, f-solo)
I was walking through Paris.� Not the habitat of that name, but the one in France.� Everything was in black and white, and I was trying to remember the French I�d taken my freshman year.� I could hear some song in the background, in English.� But then I did hear something in French.
�Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?� Voulez vous coucher avec moi?�
I looked, and it was Botilda.� She was dressed in a halter and short shorts, with high heels and a feather boa.
�Voulez vous coucher avec moi?� she repeated.
�Oui, mademoiselle Hu,� I smiled, reaching for her.� But then I stopped, as I noticed Bret, standing across the street in a tuxedo and smoking a cigar.
Then I woke up.
The song playing was �Lady Marmalade� and for the first time this week it was a song I actually knew.� Baba Buba covered it the year I was born, Agnifrid Jackson covered it when I was nine, and Desdemona was on the charts with it last week.� That shimmy I�ve been doing?� She does it in all her videos, but she does it in Lady Marmalade a lot, and it�s that video I�ve been using as my guide.
�I don�t recognize this version.�
I jumped a bit.� I�m not used to being greeted by a man�s voice in the morning.� I looked at Bret and couldn�t help but smile.� He was stretched out along my bed, the sheet up to his chest on his left but almost completely thrown off his right side.� One leg and just the side of his hip was visible; just enough to make it obvious he didn�t have any clothes on.
�It�s from the year 2000,� I told him, �and it�s by, let�s see��� I read off of the screen.� �Pink, Mya, Lil� Kim, Christina Aquilera, and Missy Elliot.� You�d think they�d just come up with a band name or something.�
�I had no idea the song was so old,� he chuckled.� �I thought of waking you up with a kiss, but my morning breath would have knocked you right back out.� BUT! I was smart enough to bring my toothbrush.�
I giggled at that.� Romance is a wonderful thing, but reality intrudes.
�Mine isn�t any better,� I admitted, �But a little work with a toothbrush will fix it for me too.� So you go first, and I�ll gather up these sheets and toss them in the laundry.� We kind of� yeah.�
He grinned at me and headed for the bathroom, not bothering to cover up.� I wondered if Mom might see him; she had the day off, as did Dad.� I didn�t have long to wait to find out.
�Sorry, Ms. James; didn�t mean to flash anybody.�� Bret�s voice.
�Oh, that�s OK.� I was just a bit startled.� Here, let me get out of your way.�� Mom�s voice.
�Thanks.�� Bret again.
I went out into the hall to find my mother biting her lip, obviously trying not to laugh.� The door to the bathroom closed and Mom cracked up.
�Oh, Anzu!�� She had to wait a few seconds before she could speak again.� �The first time your father stayed with me overnight, he got caught in the hall by my mother.�
She laughed some more, and I was worried she might fall down.� �He spun in a circle, ran into a wall, ran across my bedroom, grabbing his pants without slowing down and LEAPING out my window buck naked.�
I was starting to giggle myself.� Mom wiped her eyes.� �The poor guy limped for two days, and that�s how my parents found out I wasn�t a virgin.�
�Oh my God!�� It was kind of funny.� I could see it, complete with sound effects.
�ACK!�
�EEP!�
�WHUMP!!�
�stepstepstepstepstep GRAB�
�GERONIMO!�
�WWWWHHHHHHHHhhhhhhheeeewwwwww�� THUMP!�
�step-limp step-limp step-limp�
OK, so Dad probably didn�t yell �Geronimo,� but still, it made my folks seem a bit less, well, old.� Of course, that was at least eighteen years ago, and probably twenty.
Mom stopped guffawing long enough to give me a serious look.� �I guess I don�t have to ask how it went.�
I knew that was coming.� �Well, we, um�� Oh Mom it was wonderful!� I don�t like to think of you and Dad doing it, but if it was anything like that when you made me� wow.�
Mom stroked my hair as I threw the bedclothes down the chute.� �You were conceived in love, Apricot,� she assured me, �Don�t you ever doubt it.�
�I never have,� I told her, giving her a quick hug before entering the bathroom, where Bret was still nude as a newborn.� He was standing there, looking in the mirror and� flossing.� Well, guess what I didn�t forget to do this morning?
�You go ahead with the floss while I brush,� he suggested, picking up his toothbrush, �and by the time you�re ready to brush I�ll be stepping into the shower.� Um��� That wicked grin again.� �It�ll save time if we shower together.�
�Funny you should mention,� I cooed, �because I was thinking the exact same thing.�
I flossed while he brushed, I brushed while he got the water started, and then I joined him in the shower.� Now of course showering in mixed company was pretty normal for me by now, but this was different.� This was just the two of us, and we could do whatever we wanted, with no �except for� added.
A little soap and a lot of water, and he was as perked up as he had been last night.� I was starting to wonder if we had time for a quick bit of early-morning shower sex, when it hit me all over again: I was now a sexually active woman!� Sure, I�d been doing sexual stuff all week, and for about a year with Botilda, but now I had stepped across the line, walked through the door.� No matter what I did or didn�t do, for the rest of my life, I was no longer a virgin.� I know this isn�t a big deal to some people, but it is to me.
�We could probably get in a quickie,� he told me as he soaped up my ass with one hand and my tits with the other, �but if you think you can tough it out �til Homeroom, I can give you relief that the whole room�ll get off on.�
Yes!� Yes, that�s exactly the sort of thing I wanted to do.� I let go of his prick and patted his ass.
�Great idea.� I guess I need to make sure not to bring you off before then.�
�Right,� he nodded, giving my clit three distinct strokes before taking both hands off of me.� �We should both be teased beyond endurance, aching for it, walking funny.�
I was getting hotter just listening to him.
�And then, in front of the whole class, you�re going to open your legs wide, and I�m going to take this,� he grabbed his stiff dick, �and slide it into you.�
His moved his hips forward and I watched his cock emerge from his fist.
�Imagine how hot the guys will be, watching you make it right in front of them.� Their cocks will be throbbing before we�re done.� And the women; every nipple in the room will be like a pebble.� Every pussy will be wet.�
I shivered.� I knew he was teasing me, but I loved it!
�But now it�s time to wash our hair, rinse, and finish getting ready for school.�� And with that he started sudzing his hair.� It was rather abrupt, but it was also the right thing to do right now, so I washed mine too.
We did towel each other off, but were careful not to do too much in the genital area.� Then he began shaving, and I watched for a bit.� He didn�t have a lot of hair on his face, and even if he�d tried to grow a beard it wouldn�t�ve been much of one, but there was enough there that he needed to shave if he wanted to be smooth.� I started trimming my bush, but got a wicked idea.
�I�m gonna shave it today,� I told him.� �After all, I wouldn�t want anything to obscure the view when you fuck my brains out in class.�
He laughed at that, and then offered to do it for me!� I agreed, of course.� Oh, this was going to be interesting.
He closed the lid to the toilet, folded both our damp towels and put them over the seat.� Then he had me sit on them, bend my knees, and spread wide.� He took the trimmer, adjusted it, and started to take off the hair I�d been so excited to have when it first grew in, when I was twelve.� OK, twelve and a half.� The vibrations of the trimmer were enough to bring me near the mountain top, but not enough to push me over.� This was turning into an amazing tease.� Before long, only stubble was left.
Suddenly, he leaned in and sniffed, and then grinned up at me. ��Skyways Soap All-Naturals, apricot scent,� he whispered.� �Skyways Soap, As Pure As the Sky Itself!�
I laughed.� I�d been so embarrassed Monday, when he�d gotten this same view.� Well, almost the same; now I didn�t even have my own hair to hide behind.
�The All-Naturals collection seemed right for Anzu Au-Natural,� I reminded him.
He took a washcloth and soaked it in hot water, testing it against his wrist and cooling it off a bit before laying it over my crotch.� The moist heat felt good, but of course I was already moist and hot.� While it softened the stubble, he changed the blade on his razor.� These diamondoid blade-heads are generally good for several months, and I doubt it was really necessary to switch to a new one, but it was sweet that he did.� Nothing but the best for his woman.
Which brought up another thought: was I his woman, or just somebody he was enjoying for a while?� Well, I could live with either one, but I�ll admit that the idea of being his special someone did appeal to me.� And Botilda did say that he was in love with me.
I suppressed a giggle as I thought of how she would react to my denuded clam.� Bet she likes it.
He put the gel on me, and touched it into place.� Again, it was arousing, but not enough to bring me off.� The ovaries were going to be pink well before I got to school.� Then he started shaving me.� He didn�t touch me any more than was necessary.� There was no rubbing, stroking, or fingering.� But still, to do the job right required considerable touching, and he did it right.� When he was done, my breathing was ragged.
He took the hand mirror off of the cabitet and held it between my legs.� I was entranced.� I had been worried that shaving it would make me look younger, like a little girl.� It didn�t.� I had looked at myself with a mirror before, back before the hair started growing in; this was different.� This wasn�t some child�s pee-pee; this was a womanly, ready-to-go PUSSY.� I had never realized just how sexy-looking it could be.
�Here,� Bret offered, �let me put some soothing gel on you.� Don�t worry; it isn�t anything that�ll sting or burn.�� He took some of my own soothing gel, that I use for under my arms, and rubbed it into my hairless skin.� I thought I was going to cum after all, but he stopped just short.
�Ah,� he grinned, waving his hand under his nose, �the gel also smells of apricots.�
I stood up and almost drooled as I watched him dress.� I of course did not, and I was glad of that.� I wanted my man to see me in all my glory.� But was he my man?
After Bret combed his hair in sixty-seven seconds flat, I took the ten minutes it takes me if I want to look good.� And I did want to look good.� So we were running a touch late for breakfast, and both my parents were seated at the table.� I always looked forward to these Friday morning family breakfasts.
Dad briefly raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.� Mom wasn�t as shy.
�Well, dear,� she chuckled, �I�ve been thinking it was time for you to get a haircut, but that�s not exactly what I had in mind.�
�It seemed a good idea,� I shrugged.� �I can�t change clothes from day to day, so this is something I can change.�� I ran a hand over my head.� �You�ll notice I�ve added a braid.�
�Yeah,� Dad nodded, �You usually wear two, or none.� This time you�ve got three.�
�Well,� I remarked, �a new age, a new sexual status, and my last school day in the Program; it�s a good thing to mark with a change in grooming� on both ends.�
Breakfast was an omelet; nothing fancy, just eggs and cheese with some yellow bell pepper and crispy bacon chopped up in it.� There was toast, and instead of fruit juice, Dad had made a sorbet of orange and lime.� It was a bit less sweet than a desert sorbet would have been, but the sharp flavor was perfect after the omelet.
Just as Bret and I were heading out the door, Mom tapped my shoulder.� She and Dad were standing side by side, grinning like, well, like parents do on a birthday.
�Just to make sure you don�t end up feeling like Molly Ringwalk in that _Sixteen Candles_ movie you like so much,� Mom started, �happy birthday.�
�Yeah, you deserve a good day,� Dad added.� �You�ve handled this Program thing like a trooper.� Now have fun, and bring your appetite this evening.�
�Thanks, Mom, Dad,� I told them, not bothering to mention that it�s Molly RingWOLD, not RingWALK.� Hers was one of several names nobody in this century seemed able to get right.
Bret suggested that I go ahead and bike to school, since I�d need it for the ride to spoccer later today anyway, and he would walk.
�You sure?� I asked him.� �I�ve got pegs on the back wheel; you could stand on those.�
He looked dubious, but then smiled, �I�ve got an idea: why don�t YOU ride and I�LL pedal.� After all, it is your birthday.�
�Chauffeured to school,� I chuckled.� �Yeah, why not.� But drive carefully!� I�m not dressed for a crash.�
�Truth, that,� he grinned, as he sat himself in the seat and I stood on the pegs.� I knew that this was putting me on display more than pedaling myself, but by now that hardly worried me.
With the driving out of my hands, I just enjoyed the scenery.� I looked up, and saw more flyers.� I wondered if a �nude wingsuit� could be made, and decided that it could, in the sense that only the parts needed to keep flyer and wings together would be needed, and this needn�t cover much.� I imagined myself in the low-G pool, bursting naked and dripping through the surface and soaring through the air, a stream of droplets behind me, before knifing back into the water.� One of the ring parks was clothing optional already, and not just to Program alumni.� I should have visited it last year; it would have helped me prepare for my Program week.
Before I knew it we were at school, and I walked hand-in-hand with Bret to Homeroom.� There were Requests, of course, and I granted them.� Bret would let go of my hand and step back while they touched me, and then take my hand again when they were done.� As always, the fondling was getting me heated up, only today it was worse, because I was still kind of hot from the shower.� And the shaving.� And remembering last night.� And knowing what was about to happen in Homeroom.
We wouldn�t be the first Program kids to have �gone all the way� in Homeroom.� Last month, when Okapi was in the Program, Giselle had done him right there in front of everybody, and Botilda had told me about Tina and Dan going at it back in January, in her Music class (Botilda was taking classical guitar).� But as we walked in the room, I suddenly wasn�t sure I wanted to do this.� I mean, I was dripping wet, so hot I couldn�t stand it.� The ovaries were pink, and I was going to need some relief.� But actually fucking in class?
I thought of everything I�d done this week so far.� Full-on intercourse certainly seemed like the next logical step.� And it would tell everybody that Bret was mine�
�Hold on,� I whispered to him before he could get to his seat.
There must have been something in my voice, because he looked concerned.
I took a deep breath.� �Are you my boyfriend?� My lover?� Or are we having a bit of fun until my Program week is over?�
His eyes grew wide, and he put his arms around me and whispered in my ear, �Your boyfriend, your lover, your man.� If you�ll have me.� I�ve certainly wanted you since long before your week started.�
You know that stuff you read in mushy novels?� Stuff like �my heart sang� and �my soul had wings?�� Well, just then, my heart sang and my soul had wings.� All doubt about how I wanted my relief vanished.
�Make sure you volunteer before anybody else,� I whispered, and then I went to the front of the class, lay my towel down on my chair, and stood there.
�Anzu,� Ms. Dunlavy began, �first of all, I�d like to say happy birthday.�
What?� Oh yeah, my birthday.� Ask if I need relief.
�Also, I�d like to say that you have been an exemplary Program participant.�
OK, fine, I�m exemplary.� Ask me if I need relief.
�Now I�m going to ask you to take the roll��
I groaned out loud.
Ms. Dunlavy stopped and gave me a sharp look.� But it was only for a second, because I guess it showed.
�I�m going to ask you to take the roll,� she repeated, �but first, do you need relie��
�Yes.� Volunteer.�
Bret�s hand shot up.� His wasn�t the only, but he was already starting to get out of his seat as I pronounced, �I pick Bret Austen.�
�And how do you want it?� he asked, loudly.
�I want you to fuck me silly,� I almost shouted.
There were a couple of gasps.� Why?� We weren�t the first to do it in Homeroom.� Ah, but they probably all (except Botilda) thought I was still a virgin.� Neither Okapi nor Giselle had been.
Bret was naked by the time he got to me, his clothing making a trail back to his seat.� He was rock hard and I swear I saw it pulse.� He turned the chair sideways, sat in it, and motioned for me to sit on his lap.� I was a bit surprised; I�d expected to be lain on the floor with him on top of me.� But as I straddled him, I could tell that this was going to give pretty much all the control to me.� He would be able to wiggle and thrust up a little, but it was going to be me deciding how deep and how fast.
Probably we would have done a lot of kissing and touching and stuff first, but we were both ready to burst, and we only had five minutes.� I was dripping wet, and he didn�t waste any time getting it into me.� Again, I was struck by the fact that this is now something I do.� Again, I was thrilled by the sensation of my man penetrating me.� It�s hard to explain, but it�s like, with him inside of me and me all around him and us clasping hold of each other, we kind of become some sort of composite being.� OK that�s not quite it.
Unlike when he�d been on top of me at home, this position left his hands free, and he used those hands to embrace me, to stroke my back, to tease my nipples and, after a bit, to rub my clit.� And if you want proof that knowing how to have sex is coded into our DNA, how about the fact that Anzu James, who had never had a penis in her vagina until last night, and that a different position, seemed to know exactly how to ride that cock up and down for all she was worth.� Botilda and I had never used strap-on dildos or anything like that.� Bret was one hundred percent of my experience with intercourse to date.� But I knew what to do, and so did he.� Well, I think he�s done it before, but still, it�s pre-programmed into human beings, it really is.
One of these days, Bret and I are going to do some of that long, slow, gentle love-making that is supposed to be so romantic.� But that isn�t what was needed here.� And that isn�t what we did here.� I actually put my hands on his shoulders and used them to pull myself down on him harder, and I was moving up and down faster than I would have thought that I could.� He was squeezing my tit with one hand and rubbing rubbing rubbing my clit with the other, and with all the teasing of shower and shaving and RR�s in the hall, it didn�t take five minutes for me to get off.� Almost as soon as I was finished, he came, and that set me off into another.� But then we were done, and just held each other until Ms. Dunlavy began to clear her throat.
I got up, turned to the class, and bowed.� Bret, following my lead, did likewise.
I took the roll, and giggled when Bret�s cum dribbled down my thigh.� I thanked Ms. Dunlavy for the wet-wipe she handed me, cleaned up right there in front of everybody, and sat on my towel.
The rest of Homeroom was mostly me finishing up homework.� I didn�t have a lot, and was willing to put it on hold when Botilda wanted to talk.
�Happy birthday, F.L.,� she grinned, glancing at where my legs join the body.� �Love your new look.�� She handed me a small box.� �I think you lost this.�
�Lost?�� I took the box, it wasn�t wrapped, and opened it.� When I saw what was inside I busted out laughing.
It was a cherry.
�Thanks,� I told her, �but I�m actually glad I lost it.�
We talked a bit, about sex, of course.� Yes, women do talk about it.� Don�t make it with a woman if you don�t want her friends to know.
I worked on the journal and finished a little before class ended.� I was a little surprised to find a group of people gathered around me.
�Anzu,� it was Kachina, �some of us Program kids are up to something, and we wanna know if you�d like to get involved.� Talk about it real quick?�
Kachina had been in the Program two weeks ago, and I noticed that everybody in this group had been in it this year.� Ten of them had, counting me.� I noticed not all of them were gathered around me, but as I glanced around, I saw another clump of ex-Program kids.� What was going on?
�I�ll talk,� I hedged, �and I�m not promising anything more than talk.�
�That�s cool,� the Afrin woman with the Hopi name assured me.
�Oh, Anzu,� Okapi interrupted, �Happy birthday.�� Looks like Bret already gave you his present.�
I winked at him, but Kachina glared.
��What we�ve got in mind,� Kachina started again, �is that if we can get together at least a hundred by Sunday, we�re going to walk the circumference together, all nude.� Probably at the beach, but there�s thought of doing it longitudinally.�
Interesting.� A public display of our new emancipated-from-clothing status.� And if done longitudinally, in every gravity value from full to zero and back again.
�I�m in,� I told her just as the bell rang and class was over.
I rushed to English, only granting RR�s to those who were willing to walk with me.� I was one of the first there.� I didn�t wait in the hall, like usual, but went straight in.
�Hello, birthday girl,� Mr. Scott greeted me, �Nice to see you in your birthday suit.�
�Thanks,� I told him, �I had a bit of tailoring done this morning.�� I ran one hand over my smooth crotch.
�I noticed,� he assured me.� �It could make things more interesting to the class, should you need relief.�
I smiled at that.� It gave me the opening for what I wanted to say next.� �Actually, I�m fine.� But I�d be happy to give you relief, if you like.�
Other students were coming in, and they gathered around to see how this would turn out.
�Well,� he started, �the obvious question is: how far can I go?�
Yes.� That�s what I wanted him to ask.
�Do whatever you like,� I answered as casually as I could manage, �and do please note that I included no qualifiers or restrictions.�
This started a general murmur.� Mr. Scott knew exactly what I meant, as I could tell by the look on his face: wide eyes and a slack jaw.� OK, so his mouth wasn�t hanging open, but I surprised him, all right.
�I�ve got to find some way to work this into class,� he chuckled just as the warning bell rang.
�A quick research piece on the rules of student/teacher sex?�� It was the best I could come up with.
�Hmn�� he frowned, �That�s a bit much to spring on them unexpected.� Besides, we won�t take the whole class to finish.� I�m no minuteman, but I�m not going to last all class.�
He rubbed his chin, and I wondered if maybe he used to have a beard.� He still wore a thin little mustache, like Clark Gable in _Gone With the Wind_, though he didn�t look like Gable in any other way.
�You know,� he continued, �the weekend assignment I had in mind was the same thing, only not �quick� and on a different subject.� I could just give them a choice��
Students were filtering in now, and Mr. Scott was doing something with his cell.� I was all but invisible to him.� The final bell was ringing as he took off his eyetap and smiled.
�Good morning, class.� Your assignment this weekend is a research paper.�
There were a few moans.
�Yes, yes, I know,� Mr. Scott nodded, �but it is what you�re here to learn.� And thanks to our Program participant,� he gestured towards me, and I wasn�t sure how I felt about that, �you have three choices of subjects, instead of just one.� So if you don�t like one subject, you might like another.�
There was an unkind murmur.
�Easy now; you don�t have to write about all three subjects, just one.�
�The choices are: the value of elective courses in mandatory education.� Sure, an astronomy class is useful if you intend to be a professional astronomer, but some students take it just because the subject interests them, and they have no intention of earning a penny with it.� Do courses taken under such conditions have value?� Why or why not?� This was the subject I was originally going to stick you with, like it or not.�
�But now,� he continued, �you have a choice.� You can do a paper on that, or you can write it on the subject of adolescent rights of passage, past and present.� The Nuer of Sudan practice scarification as an initiation into manhood to this day.� How does this compare with such milestones as getting a private pilot�s license, having a Bar Mitzvah, or going through the Program?� Think about this: are we today that different than tribes from thousands of years ago?�
�Finally, you can write your paper on the legal and ethical considerations of teacher/student sex.� Is it ever OK?� If it is, under what circumstances?� What precautions must be in place, to insure for instance that a student can not improve his or her grades by putting out?� Or for that matter, to make sure that a student doesn�t fall into a situation where he or she *must* put out, in order to avoid sanctions from a teacher willing to abuse authority.�
He looked around.� The class was quiet now, most of the students looking thoughtful.
�Well, the rest of the class is a free study period today,� he told them.� �Choose your subject, and turn it in any time next week.� The paper is to be sourced and between 750 and 1,250 words long.� You will be graded on grammar, style, quality of research, and how well you present your research and findings.� You will not be graded according to your opinion, so if you wish to state that what you are about to see happen is never excusable, your grade will not be docked because of it.� Sloppy writing will hurt your grade.�
He again gestured to me, and I stepped forward.� �And yes, you are about to see teacher/student sex.� You are free to watch or to ignore.�
And with that he began to undress.� Mr. Scott has a nice enough body: neither fat, skinny, nor bulky muscular.� I got the impression that he probably works out two or three times a week, and pays sports on the weekend.� As his clothes came off there were chuckles and giggles from the class, and I felt giddy myself.� This was a very bad-girl sort of thing to do.� Making love to my new boyfriend?� Yeah, everybody does that.� But screwing the teacher was like something out of one of those sex comedies from the 1980s, except even directors like Bob Clark or Amy Heckerling wouldn�t�ve had it happen in front of the entire class.
Once naked, Mr. Scott asked, �Any preferred position?�
�You�re the teacher,� I reminded him, �Teach me something.�
Some chuckles there.
�What have you done so far?�
�Well,� I hesitated.� I was about to outline my entire history of intercourse to nineteen of my classmates.� Then again, considering what I was about to show them�
�I�ve done it twice, with my lover.� Once he was on top of me, and once I sat on his lap in a chair.�
�Then bend over and grab the back of the chair,� he told me, �and that will be something new.�
For a second I thought he was going to butt-fuck me, and I was going to refuse.� Then I realized that this was going to be what some people call �doggy style,� and I didn�t have a problem with that.� I started to bend over, but he turned the chair a bit, and I realized that it was to give my classmates a better view.� My face burned and I felt like I had Monday, when first exposed in school.� I took a deep breath, and bent over, grabbing the back of the chair.� My shoulders were a bit higher than my hips and very little of me was blocked from view, mostly my lower legs and a bit of my belly and chest just below my tits.� From some angles, even that was exposed.� As he stepped up behind me I remembered to spread my legs.� Glancing up, I saw Bijan adjust his pants and lean his head down a bit.� From that angle, he was going to be able to see Mr. Scott�s dick enter me.� I shivered.
�You know,� the teacher said as I felt his hands slide up my legs, over my ass, and up my back, �you�re only the second Program girl I�ve been able to go this far with, and I have a Homeroom.�
He positioned himself, and I felt the tip of his finger between my legs.� �And to think,� he continued as he tickled my clit with one hand and thumbed my nips with the other, �that when the Program was being debated by the Island Council last year, I didn�t know if I was for it or not.�
I was already wet, but I guess he decided that with the whole class free, he didn�t have to rush.� Fine with me; I rather liked what his hands were doing.� And his hands kept it going.� The older man knew what he was doing, and I was starting think a little better of Delores Haze, AKA Lolita (played by Sue Lyon in 1962 and by Dominique Swain in 1997, and by at least three others since, but my obsession is movies of the Twentieth Century so never mind those ones).� After a bit, though, I guess he was as ready as I was because I felt something else touch my opening, and it wasn�t a finger.
�I know you already know this,� he told me, �but you can still change your mind.� I can�t require this of you, or bump up your grade if you say yes or bump it down if you say no.� So, are you sure this is what you want?�
�I know the rules,� I assured him, �and I wouldn�t be bent over this chair if I didn�t want you to slide into me.�
�Then slide I shall,� he chuckled, and slide he did, in one long, slow stroke.� I looked right into the class, and smiled.� I was fucking my teacher in front of everybody, even though I already had a lover, but I wasn�t a slut, because it�s Program sex.
He stayed still a while, to let me get used to it or to give me one more chance to change my mind maybe, or maybe he just wanted to savor his third Program participant before continuing.� When he did start pumping, it was slow at first, but the pace increased as he stroked my hair.� His other hand was grasping my hip, and I could feel my tits bouncing like crazy.� Wow.� I didn�t know they could bounce that much.� The position I was in meant that our spin-induced pseudo-gravity was presenting them at their fullest, and for the first time since they�d grown in I actually felt busty.
It continued like this, but he did use one hand to play with me.� Fondling a tit, patting my belly, teasing my clit or even just petting my back, like I was a pet cat or something.� I would have purred if I�d known how.
It wasn�t long before I was coming, and not long after that he came too, right inside of me.� Glad I�m on the Shot.� He managed to keep going for another minute or so, though, and I got another orgasm out of it.� Just in time, too, because I could feel him shrinking inside of me.
I stood up, turned around, threw my arms around him and kissed him.� I don�t think he was expecting that.� Well, neither was I.� I�d kissed him, pulled back, and kissed him again before I thought to wonder why.� Guess I�m just an affectionate woman.� The second kiss, though, he was ready for it.� He returned it and I found out that my English teacher is a damn good kisser.
�Thanks,� he told me, �that was great.�� He wiped he forehead, and looked at me again.� He was breathing heavy, and his shoulders had visible sweat too.
�You could go again, couldn�t you?�� He gave his head a shake.� �Maybe I�m starting to get old after all.�
I laughed, and wasn�t the only one.� I recognized Linda�s voice call out, �Not as long as you have high school girls to keep you young.� And when my week comes along, you�ll have one.�
�Heck,� Cynthia added, �I�m thinking about letting Mr. Scott be my first, when my week comes.�
�You could do worse,� I assured her, slapping Mr. Scott on his still-bare ass.
He was walking to his desk, and when he got there he pulled a wet-wipe out, handed it to me, and used another to clean himself.� As I did the same I suddenly wondered if his cum and Bret�s were mixing inside of me.� I�d cleaned up after doing Bret in Homeroom, but there was almost certainly some still inside me.� If I weren�t on the Shot and became pregnant, I wouldn�t know who the father was until the baby got DNA testing.� I felt kind of slutty then, Program or not.
Mr. Scott put his clothes back on, and of course I did no such thing.� He had me call roll and told me that I had to write the research paper too, but of course I knew that.� I could write it on any of the three subjects: I�m taking music and never intend to earn a living with it; I�ve been thinking quite a bit about rights of passage, and the issue of student/teacher sex is no longer an abstract notion.
I used the rest of class to finsh yesterday�s journal.� I had worried that I would have to do the �just before spoccer� thing again.
The rest of the class was uneventful, but then with the way it started, that was alright.� As I sat there, writing the journal, I noticed that my pussy was kind of, well, sore.� I don�t think it had anything to do with getting whacked there yesterday� getting whacked TWICE yesterday.� Maybe it did at that.� But I suspected it was the punding it had been getting last night and today.� I wasn�t going to be able to do this every hour, or even every couple of hours.� Maybe when I�ve been having sex for a year or so, I can do it six or eight times a day, but not now.� My poor kitty just isn�t used to that sort of treatment.
Then again, why the hell would I be having sex six or eight times a day?� I won�t.� But I might manage a couple more before I sleep again.
The bell rang, and I turned in yesterday�s journal.� I was about ask Mr. Scott if he�d managed to get as far with Marcia as with me, but decided that he probably wouldn�t answer.� I could ask Marcia herself if I really wanted to know.
We spilled into the hall, and I stopped for a moment to grant Bijan his RR.� It was simple enough: he wanted to play with my tits.� Remembering what Botilda had said yesterday, I not only let him play, but asked if he cared to suck them.� He didn�t hesitate, and fastened lip to nip right away.
Which was really nice, until he BIT me!� And I don�t mean a sexy little nibble; I mean a painful bite.
I shrieked, of course.� He jumped back and started stammering.
�I� I� I�m sorry.� I thou� I thou� I thou�� I bit too hard, didn�t I?� I�m so sorry; I was trying to turn you on and I hurt you.� Sorry.�
The look on his face and the way his voice was cracking, it was impossible not to believe him.
�Oh God, I�m gonna be naked next week!�
�Only if you�re selected Sunday,� I told him.� He looked at me like a puppy that had just been caught digging in the flower bed.� �I happen to be in a good mood today,� I assured him, �so I�m going to accept your plea of not guilty by reason of stupidity and not report your ass.� But the next time you feel like sinking your fangs into a woman�s titty-buds � don�t.�
�Right.� Right.� Thank you.�
He ran away down the hall, before I could change my mind, I guess.
There were a few more RRs to grant, and I did.� I was going to miss this.
The warning bell rang and I rushed off to Music.
�Happy seventeenth,� Ms. Miller greeted me.� �Do you need relief?�
I considered asking for relief.� But it wasn�t really bad.� I was kind of turned on, but the ovaries weren�t pink.
�Nah, I�m fine.�
�Very good,� she nodded, �Now, because it�s your birthday, I�m not going to make use of you.� Just sit down and enjoy the day.�
Sounded good to me, so down I sat.� The rest of the class was pretty boring, but then Music usually is on Fridays.
The bell rang, and I was on my way to Biology.� But before I could get there, it was RR time.
Nothing space-bending, just the regular looking, touching, stroking, squeezing, rubbing that Reasonable Requests are made for.� One guy did finger me, and we shook hands just as the warning bell went off.� I had to rush.� The thing that worried me, though, was that I was feeling really turned on, as in �need relief� turned on.� I should have taken relief in Music.
I got there just in time.� The Warlord was glaring at me again.� I smiled and waved.� Let him glare; it�s my birthday and I�m in a good mood whether he likes it or not.
After we were all settled, with me at the front of the class as usual, he again suddenly went all cheerful.
�Happy birthday, Miss James.�
Oh God.
�You seem cheerful today,� he continued, with that stupid honey-sweet grin.� �Despite your predicament�
Was that a crime?
�Do you require relief?� It�s part of the whole Program thing, after all.�
Enough.� Just enough.� That�s how he wants to play this?� Fine.
�Yes,� I chirped, making sure my smile was as sweet as his, �I would like some relief.�
His smile vanished.� Good.
�Oh, um, ah�� he stammered, �Do you, ahm, do you want a volunteer?�
�No, but thanks,� I said, all sunshine and flowers, �I can do it myself.�
And with that I splayed my legs wide and went at it.� My Biology teacher looked horrified, which I personally considered a good thing.� Maybe I should have asked for a volunteer; we could�ve fucked like bunnies right in front of him.� But no, this was my little rebellion; no need to involve anybody else.
Of course, I wasn�t going to reach orgasm thinking about my Least Favorite Martian, and I was pretty sure he would stop me the picosecond my five minutes were up, and if that left me aching, he�d be glad.� But I had mental material that I knew could get the job done: I just closed my eyes and thought of Bret and me last night, and again in Homeroom this morning, and Botilda Monday, when she�d given me relief I�d been needing the whole day.
What would it be like to do BOTH of them?� I could be getting it hard and fast from Bret on top of me and lick Botilda�s clitty at the same time and�
I came, and I made no effort to be quiet.� In fact, I exaggerated a little.� Not a lot; I didn�t want to sound phony, but I wanted the Warlord to get the point: my sexuality exists.� Live with it.
�Are you quite done?� he asked, making no pretence at cheerfulness.
�Oh, yeah!� I purred, making a show of wiping my wet fingers off on my naked thigh.� �Thanks, Mr. Carter; I really needed that!�
For the rest of class, he ignored me� or rather tried to.� He kept glaring icy daggers my way all class.� I just smiled, did my work, and pretended not to notice.� Other than that, the class was uneventful.
Until the bell rang and it was time to leave.� Just before I got out the door, John Carter of Mars called out, �Anzu James, I want to talk to you.�
�You�re in for it now,� Kim whispered as he passed me, his face looking like he was leaving me to my execution.� Well, I wasn�t going to take it that way.� I�d done nothing wrong, and wasn�t about to act as if I had.
�I hope you enjoyed your little display,� he sneered as soon as we were alone.
�Yes I did,� I beamed.
His lip curled.� �Well, it was within the rules, so there�s nothing I can do about it.� But for the record: I don�t appreciate having my nose rubbed in this disgusting Program.�
�I don�t appreciate you taking your dislike of the Program out on the participants.� It isn�t our fault you know.� At least you could vote against it; we couldn�t even do that.�
He rolled his eyes, and I wanted to smack him.� �Oh you�re so helpless.�
�Hold on a second,� I reminded him, �I�m the one who has to run around with everything on display; I�m the one who has to be touched on; I�m the one who has to let teachers make use��
�The one who HAS to, the one who HAS to, the one who HAS to,� he mocked.� �Did it ever occur to you to refuse?� To just keep your clothes on and say, �No, I won�t do that?�� Did it?!�
�I can�t graduate if I don�t do the Program!�
�Well,� he bobbled his head, �I guess it�s too much to ask that anybody be willing to stand up on principle if you have to pay a price.�
I couldn�t believe what I was hearing.� This arrogant bastard was trying to tell ME�
�You�re saying *I* should drop out of school because YOU don�t like the Program!?�� My voice was getting loud, and I didn�t care.� �This is my twelfth year in school!� I�ve been in school since I was five, and you want me to throw it all away!?� I don�t graduate I don�t get into a good college; I don�t get into a good college I don�t get a good job!�
He opened his mouth to say something else, but I didn�t give him the time.
�Why don�t YOU drop out of school?�
His face froze.
�YOUR education is behind you,� I continued, and I knew I was yelling by now.� �YOU could go back to school yourself for six months or a year and teach in college, where you wouldn�t have to see any Program participants because the students�ve all been through it in high school.� How DARE you tell me I should throw my whole future away when you don�t have the balls to take a year off!?� Maybe you aught to quit expecting US to stand up for YOUR morals until you�re ready to stand up for them yourself!�
�Don�t you yell at me, you little��
�You DESERVE to be yelled at, Carter!� YOU DESERVE IT!!!�
And with that I turned on my heel and stomped off.� I was so mad I could hardly see.
I heard him call out �Come BACK here you little slut!�
I�m not a slut, so he isn�t talking to me.� I kept going.
I didn�t get any RRs; it must have been the look on my face or the way I was walking.� I got to the cafeteria about as early as I ever do.� Guess I was walking fast.� I saw Botilda take her seat, so I sat next to her.
�How�s the birthday gir�� she started, �Woah, what�s wrong with��
�Later.� Food.�
I ordered up a meal of sesame chicken, a green salad, and a bowl of pumpkin soup.� I also got a mug of hot green tea with honey and lemon.� I didn�t say a word until the salad thunked down.
�I�m probably going to be suspended for a few days,� I informed my girlfriend, my voice as calm as I could make it.� �I might even have to repeat the year.�
�Good God, what did you do?�
I told her the whole thing, and we both ranted and ate.� When my mouth was full, she�d rant and when her mouth was full I�d rant.� It made me feel better to get it out, as much as the pumpkin soup.
�So where�s Jeness?� I asked as I ate the last tomato slice.� �Not that I�m not glad she�s not here, but I was expecting her.� And for that matter, where�s Bret?�
Botilda smiled.� �Bret�s on Jeness Patrol.� He�s making sure she doesn�t eat lunch with you on your birthday, without making you look rude.�
�He really is a prince,� I chuckled.
�Yes he is,� she agreed, �but let�s get to the big question: did you really fuck Scott in class?�
�I did.�
�Cool.� You know,� she continued, �he reminds me of somebody.�
�Clark Gabel as Rhett Butler, _Gone With the Wind_, 1939.�
She blinked a few times, but then smiled big.� �You know, that�s right.� He doesn�t look like Gabel, well except for the mustache, but that�s it.�
�Oh,� I changed the subject, �before I forget to tell you: everybody knows about us.� I mean everybody.� Bret told me yesterday when we got home, Dad mentioned it Tuesday, even Steve called you my girlfriend, and he didn�t just mean �a girl who is a friend.�� Bret said everybody in Homeroom knows.�
�Yeah,� she nodded, �people have been coming up to me all week and asking what you�re like in bed.� They�re always surprised that I didn�t know they knew.�
�Maybe it�s time we quit pretending,� I suggested, and she agreed.
We talked a bit more, and by the time we left for Homeroom, I wasn�t really mad anymore.� Scared about what was going to happen to me, and mad at the Warlord if I thought about it, but not mad in general.
There were a couple of RRs along the way, and they actually helped me calm down.� I granted all the touchy feely anybody cared to try.
Tyrone wanted to see my clit, and Rick wanted to suck some nipple.� I agreed (�But DO NOT BITE!�) and was on the floor.� I was really grateful for the cleaning robots.
Botilda surprised me.� �Can I suck the other one?�
�Go ahead,� I laughed.� �Hey, if I only had extra nipples��
I shouldn�t�ve said it.� Immediately I was being asked if my fingers could be proxy nipples, if my toes could be proxy nipples, and one guy asked if he could lick my armpit!
I nearly shouted �lick and suck anything you want!� but instead just nodded.� I couldn�t think straight with Botilda on one nipple and Rick on the other and Tyrone barely touching my clit and all those offers.� Then something happened to take the decision of what to say out of my hands.
The warning bell rang.
I took my seat, and Ms. Dunlavy had me announce several things, including Spring Break, which would be starting on March 25th, Monday of the week after next, and would last through April 13th, a Sunday.� Then she asked if I needed relief.� In truth, I could use it, after what happened in the hall.
�Yes, and I want a volunteer.�
Botilda surprised me again, as her hand shot into the air, and she didn�t take it down.� I flashed her an �are you sure?� look, and she nodded slightly.
�I choose Botilda Hu,� I stated, hoping I could keep the excitement out of my voice.� I don�t think I did.
�I�m just going to give you some finger,� she almost purred as she glided up to me.� When she got close, she whispered so that even I could barely hear her, �Hey, if we�re not pretending any more��
For answer I grabbed her and kissed her.� She was startled, but soon returned the kiss.� Her fingers went to where they were accustomed, and soon I was climbing Mt. Climax.� Of course, Botilda and I have climbed this particular mountain so many times together we�re both practically Sherpa guides� at least with each other.
It didn�t take long.� That woman knows how to bring me off fast, or make it last forever.� Just looking into those enormous eyes can make me wet.� God, but she�s beautiful!
�Thanks,� I whispered into her ear before gently biting the earlobe.
�Any time, lover,� she sang out before returning to her seat.
During the rest of class several people wished me a happy birthday, and two asked if Botilda and I were really lovers (both said they�d had suspicions).� Rashida repeated her conviction that she will be in the Program next week.� Like she would know.� Three or four asked if Bret was my boyfriend, or was it just a Program thing.� One asked if both Botilda AND Bret were my lovers.
�Yep, and yep.�� I hadn�t expected how it would feel to tell people that she and I were more than friends.� I felt proud, and like I wasn�t always one centimetre away from betraying her.� I�d never realized what a burden secrecy can be.
I again told the Formers (that�s what I was starting to think of them as) that I would join them on Sunday.� One of these Formers, of course, was Bret.
Just before class ended, I got a message on my cell.� During school, only my parents and school officials can get through to my cell.� This meant it was urgent, so I put on my eyetap and checked it.� It was a text from the Warlord.
�Miss Anzu Patra James;
Relax; you�re not in trouble.� If you ever bellow at me again, you will be, but not this time.� I�m actually glad to see that you�ve got the nerve.� Enjoy your birthday, and don�t worry about it.�
Well here was an interesting mix of emotions: I was mad at him all over again, but at the same time very relieved and even a bit grateful.� Then again, I didn�t like his acting like he was doing me some great favor, even though he sort of was.� My head was starting to hurt.
After Homeroom I was off to Pre-Calculus.� Well, I was off to the hall, where the RRs came fast and horny.� It�s like every man suddenly realized that I wasn�t going to be available this way after today.� There�d be another participant next week, but for all they knew it might be a guy.� Of course, if it�s Rashida, well.� She�s hotter than I am, and they�ll be sure to like that.
Touched, groped, fingered fondled and kissed.� Yes, kissed: three different guys and two women.� I was sort of buzzing with sexual warmth when I got to Pre-Calc, but didn�t need relief.� That I could have needed it three times already in one day was amazing, but then I realized that my standard of �need� had lowered considerably from Tuesday, where taking relief was a dreaded inevitability instead of the randy fun I considered it now.
Pre-calc was even less eventful than yesterday.� In the same spirit as Ms. Miller, Ms. Ou-Yang didn�t make use of me.� I just sat down and tried to learn the stuff, but there was no problem on the board.
Once class let out, it was into the halls� and smack into Kevin.� He had a couple of guys with him, and it was obvious they all were playing a game they were sure they�d already won.
�Hey, naked birthday girl,� he smirked, �I�ve got a present for you.�
One of his guys snickered a little, and the other one nudged him.� It wouldn�t�ve bothered me so much, I mean people had been staring at me and snickering and stuff all week.� Considering that I�ve been naked all week, it only makes sense.� But the way he said it, and his whole attitude: like I should just fall over myself in gratitude for his notice.� Even if I hadn�t had Bret, I don�t think I�d�ve wanted to put out for this guy.� I like sex, oh do I ever, but not when it�s held out to me like somebody giving his pet a doggie treat.
�Kevin,� I started, �I�m not sure that�s a good idea.�
�Sure you are,� he winked, �You�ve been looking me over, and now I�m looking you over.�� He looked me over.� �How about after spoccer practice?� We can go to my place, Yes?� Yes.� OK, it�s a date.�
Just like that, huh?� For the second time today, I�d had enough and started talking before I thought out the possible consequences.
�Keven, do you want to fuck me?� I asked.� He looked startled, and his guys both snickered a bit.� I didn�t give him any time to recover his smug composure.� I lay down on the floor, bent my knees, and spread wide.
�I�m busy after spoccer,� I informed him, �but we can do it right now, right here.�� He opened his mouth to talk, and nothing came out.
�We�ll have to rush,� I admitted, �but since we�re both already worked up, we can skip the foreplay and just go at it.� We should be able to finish in time.�
He�d recovered a little bit.� �My parts aren�t for public display.�
�They will be if you�re selcted,� I reminded him, and twitched my vagina at him.� �I know you�re a senior, but you still have a one-in-four chance of being selected before the year is over.�
�You shut up!� he snapped.
I put my legs down.� �Kevin, you�re afraid of being selected.�� Had never occurred to me.
�Hey,� I said, sitting up cross-legged, �I was scared too, but it�s not so bad after the first��
�I am NOT going to be in this God damned Program!�
He was shaking his fist, and actually sweating.� He was as scared of the Program as Botilda was.� I wasn�t sure what to say, but it didn�t matter, because he spun around and stomped off.
I muttered, �Sheesh, I was being nice,� to nobody in particular.
�Hey, Anzu,� a male voice called out, �I�ll show you my parts if you�ll do something nice to them.�
�You�re on!� I called, turning to see Kahotep already taking his pants down.� I knew his name was Egyptian, but I don�t know what it means.[*]� I have to admit that it is a cool name.
�So,� he asked, �what are you going to do?�
I thought a moment.� �Something I haven�t done yet.� Slide it between my tits?�
He grinned.� �Let me think about it yes.�
I got up on my knees and pushed my teats together.� He put his dick right there and started the sliding.� With each thrust his erection would almost reach my chin, so I decided to see if I could reach it with my mouth.� If I bent my head downward and hunched my shoulders, I could just get it to touch my lips.� I stuck out my tongue and licked each time he thrust forward.
He started pumping faster, and I wondered if he might cum.� I hoped so; that would be cool.
Lavali stepped up and started rubbing his ass.� This wasn�t �legal,� strictly speaking, because neither she nor Kahotep were in the Program.� Also, she didn�t ask.� He didn�t seem to mind, though, because as the warning bell went off so did he.� Not inside my mouth like Bret and Mr. Scott had done, but all over my face.
When I walked into Modern Earth History Ms. Ou-Yang took one look at my cum-covered face, rolled her eyes, handed me a wet wipe and told me to sit down.� She is the only teacher who didn�t wish me a happy birthday.
Totally uneventful class.� When it was over I turned in my journal and left.
All in all, the most interesting birthday at school I�ve ever had.� I wondered what the rest of the day held in store.
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