Storiesonline.net ------- The Philosopher by Prince von Vlox Copyright© 2010 by Prince von Vlox ------- Description: A girl from Three Valleys lets her mind wander while she has sex. Codes: MF mf cons het swing group orgy safe exhib ------- For some reason I get philosophical when I'm having sex. Today was no different. The guy's name was Tony, and he had just put several inches of his righteously hard male anatomy right where it would do us both the most good. While he was laboring away, making both of us very happy, my mind started to wander. Boys don't understand this. Sure, as the crisis approaches all other thoughts leave my head and I concentrate on what's going on, how good it feels, and how it's going to feel really good in just a few minutes more, but before that wonderful moment my mind takes off on the most amazing tangents. Today was no different. A couple of hours before I'd read that 'girls want romance, and have to settle for sex, while boys want it the other way around.' I don't know what planet that woman was from, but it sure couldn't have been this one. I'd settle for sex every time. I didn't have much romance going on in my life—moving to Center from Three Valleys had put a stop to that part of my life—but the sex was good enough to make me forget all of that. Besides, I was only 16. I knew romance would come along a little later in life. Maybe it was the way I was brought up. Every girl in Three Valleys, starting when she's 13, gets immersed in sex. You're touching and exploring yourself when you're 13, learning to get yourself off when you're 14, and doing it with boys when you turn 15. We even have classes for it in high school. And that's what I was in, Sex Ed, and Tony and I were 'getting acquainted' like everyone did on the first couple of days of the school term. We lived in an apartment complex on the north side of Center, the biggest city around, You can't live there unless you're from Three Valleys or Seaside. It has everything people from Three Valleys was used to: a water complex, gardens, rooftop areas, and so on. The people from Seaside can even go nude all of the time wherever they want, well, except for the lobby and halls below their floors. That extends to school. We all attend a regular school in Center, but at the end of the day we were bussed back to the complex for Sex Ed. If this seems a little strange, as if they're having us have sex just for the sake of it, well, that was part of my philosophical question. About then Tony began demanding more and more of my attention. I was liking what he was doing, and I began to get a lot more into what was happening. I'd been moving anyway, a girl can do that on autopilot for a bit, but now I'd hooked my ankles against the back of his thighs and pulled myself up on him even as he thrust down. Whatever deep thoughts I'd been forming were shoved to the back of my mind for some other time. Right now there was a growing ball of sensation in my middle. I tried to hold it back, but it couldn't be denied. All too soon I lost control. I spent in one glorious straining moment. Everything focused on my middle, and I was sweptr away by my climax. Tony wasn't quite there yet, which was really good for me. He'd sensed my climax, and that made him speed up. That got me going again; there's nothing like a climax to get you ready for the next one. When he got there I was on the brink of another one, and together we really rocked. When he finished he leaned down and kissed me. I don't believe the woman who wrote that article had never kissed a boy while just coming down off of a blinding climax. Tony's arms were around me, his dick was still hard and deep inside me, and I was practically melting up into his body. That's when a kiss is so deep, so meaningful, so passionate that it can't be described, as if you could describe a kiss anyway. For a short time we melded our bodies and souls. One of the differences between doing it at the apartment complex in Center, and doing it in school in Three Valleys is that back home condoms were mandatory, but not here. That wasn't because they provided an extra layer of protection against disease—sexual diseases don't exist in Three Valleys—or to prevent conception, not with the conception control we used. The reason is a lot more practical. School condoms in Three Valleys are used to make clean-up afterward a lot easier. That might be true. When we were done here we'd go back to our apartments; back in Three Valleys we'd have the rest of the school day to get through because there, Sex Ed didn't come at the end of the day. It was a regular class, just like Math or English. Eventually Tony pulled out. His poor cock, now reduced to 'dick' status, hung straight down. It looked red and wet, and the helmet-shaped head had bits of white here and there. Some girls like to lick a guy clean afterwards. Me, I'm more interested in the rest of his body, and want to cuddle, and that's what we did. One of the peculiarities about sex is that a guy looks and acts like he's been wiped out. A girl is usually charged up and full of energy, unless she's been partying all night, in which case she's probably tired, too, but not for the same reason. With guys it's a physiological thing. Their bodies only have so much semen stored away, and getting tired keeps them from hurting themselves by trying to do too much. In any case Tony put his arms around me, pulled me next to him spoon-fashion, and we relaxed. I could have done with another go-round, but apparently that was it for today. So after a few minutes I got up and began gathering my clothes. There were 40 of us in class, and we ranged from those just starting out to those who had been at this a while. I dropped a kiss on Tony's cheek as a thank you, and then followed the other girls as we carried our clothes out to the pool. This is a feature in every town in Three Valleys. You have everything from a deep pool for the divers and serious swimmers, to a splash area for the littlest kids. Everyone's nude, of course, and we all catch a few rays, do some swimming, and just relax. Today it was a little more complicated than that. The roof was closed. Center is not that far from the ice sheet that covers most of North America. The weather outside ranged from bitter cold in the winter, to warm and balmy with bouts of cool air in the summer. We had a roof over the area between the buildings to hold off the bad weather. Today was one of those typical spring days. It wasn't a howling blizzard in the outside world, but we'd gotten several inches of snow the night before, and it looked like we'd get more tonight. But we were inside, it was warm, and we could frolic in the water as much as we wanted. I waded into the pool to clean up. I didn't do any swimming. Instead I dried off, pulled on my skirt and top so I was minimally decent and wouldn't shock any outsiders, and went back to the apartment I shared with my folks and my siblings. "Hi, dear," Mother said when I came in the front door. "Hi, back," I replied. "I've got a date tonight. Won't be here for dinner." "That's right, you told me before. Anyone I know?" "I met him at school. A whole bunch of us are going downtown to see the Parade of Lights. We're supposed to be back about the middle of the evening." She nodded. "All right, but don't forget you still have to do your homework." As if I could forget that. "I should have time to finish it when we get back." "All right. Have fun." It's customary for a girl to wear a skirt or dress, but there are limits, like when it's 10º outside with a foot of snow. Even the most fashionable girl wears pants on evenings like that. I changed, gave Mom and Dad a kiss, and went down to the lobby to wait for my date. The Festival of Lights was a lot of fun, and we all went for a wagon ride afterward, then stood around a fire and ate sandwiches and drank hot cocoa. I'd no sooner gotten home than I was changed into something a little more girl-appropriate given the weather, a couple of layers of flannel and my heavy robe with socks and slippers. The lights and wagon ride were the major topic at school the next day. A couple of guys had kissed a few girls, and so of course we had to dissect that in every way possible. For the average teenage girl the only thing more fun than shopping was gossiping about our friends. The one thing we didn't talk about, at least those of us from Three Valleys, was who we'd had sex with the day before. We'd learned a long time before that some things aren't discussed where outsiders can hear them. The weather had moderated a bit, so a few brave souls tried not wearing slacks under the skirts of their school uniforms, but most of us were a lot more sensible. I couldn't wait to get out of those things. Part of it is custom, part habit. I was a girl, I wore a skirt. Boys wore pants. Oh, there were times a proper young lady wore long pants, but only when necessity drove her to it. Besides, I had nice legs and liked showing them off. Of course after Sex Ed, while we were all at the pool, we talked about who we'd had sex with, and passed along things that would help the next girl. By then we'd seen the 'rotation' of who we'd be with next; Alan was going to be my partner the next day, and I learned that he wasn't so long as he was thick. And he liked to kiss and suck a girl's breasts as they did it. He also liked short, choppy strokes. I like long ones, but a short guy can seem long if he takes his time. That, apparently, wasn't Alan's way. But a girl can adapt to anything if she has fair warning. I, in turn, told how Erick, my partner that day, curved up when he was hard, and he liked to sort of swivel his hips when thrusting. That was important news for Janice, the girl who'd be with him the next day. I don't think guys do this. I think they're into the 'me big he-man' and thump their chests. Guys are individualistic, while us girls knew we had to stick together, even if we did compete against each other. I think this was a leftover from the hunter-gatherer days. That was what I'd concluded earlier that day as Erick and I made each other happy. The woman who claimed girls wanted romance, but had to settle for sex obviously didn't know many teenage girls. Sex was new and exciting, and we'd take all of it we could get. Romance existed in fairy tales and novels, which were pretty much the same thing. That happened to older girls, ones in their 20s when they were contemplating a family. After all, even the most star struck girl knew that an awful lot happened after the electric spark jumped between a couple as they gazed into each others' eyes. Teenagers get obsessed with sex because it's new and our bodies and hormones are clamoring at us. The human race has developed a few strategies for dealing with this problem. First, clamp the lid down and find other outlets. Some cultures try that form of repression. Others introduce a host of alternatives, dancing being the one people like the best. Some cultures "care", but only nominally. Teenagers get out from adult supervision and go wild. This leads to a lot of problems, pregnancy being only the most obvious one. In Three Valleys they do their best to give kids the emotional underpinnings they'll need, and then dump them headlong into the world of sex. I think it's significant that kids and adults in Three Valleys have far fewer sexual problems than anywhere else. I kept such conclusions to myself. Erick had been very pleasant indeed, a guy I'd gladly hop into bed with again if given half the chance. One of the things I liked about him was the way he moved. I could see between our bodies, which I didn't always get to do. Despite what some people think, a girl can't actually see it go in; that part of your body is one of those places that a girl just can't quite see unless she's incredibly limber. Of course we see it in our imagination, and we feel what's going on there. Someone said a girls' brain was the most important sex organ of all, and her imagination filled in what our eyes couldn't. Of course with Erick, I could see quite a bit. His dick grew out of his nest of hair looking like the exposed root of a tree, but without the bark. It was a little darker color than the rest of his body—a lot of boys are that way—and was wet from my moisture. It felt a lot thicker than it looked, and when he reared slightly as he thrust, it scraped some awfully sensitive nerves in my channel. I'd earlier sucked him so he came in my mouth, so now, as he peaked, I could just imagine his white fluid spurting out of the dark hole in the tip. That's the mechanical side of sex. He also fit his arms around me, nestled his body against mine, and gave me something solid to cling to when my own time came. I felt safe and protected, and if the price for that was giving him a place to come, I wasn't going to complain. That was a choice every girl that I knew would make every day. That was then. Now his dick hung down, knocking against his legs as he walked. His balls acted as sort of a cushion for his dick, adjusting as his legs brushed them. I'd heard girls in school wonder how guys could walk with a dick hanging between their legs. That wasn't a mystery to any girl from Three Valleys. I thought they pictured a guy's dick in the same place as their channel: squarely between their legs. It really wasn't where they thought it was, and as they walked it just sort of got bumped out of the way. Erick and I shared a knowing smile the next day in school, and Candy, who was not from Three Valleys, shot a look at me. "A new boyfriend?" I shook my head. "Not really. We got to talking yesterday, and he had some funny things to say." Yeah, thinks like "Ooh," "Ahh," and "Coming!" I wasn't much better. My half of the conversation was probably filled with, "Oh, that's good," the ever popular "Harder!" and, very likely, "I'm coming!" and an appreciative groan when he did. Not exactly scintillating conversation, but certainly heartfelt and impassioned. Besides, sometimes it isn't what you say so much as when you say it. Candy gave me a funny look. "Why do I think there's more to it than that?" "We are not boyfriend and girlfriend," I said. "He is kind of cute, though." "Okay, almost boyfriend and girlfriend," she said. "I bet you will be before long." I knew Erick was seeing a girl from Seaside named Kirsten, but I decided not to share that. I'd even seen them together holding hands at the pool just after Sex Ed—kids from Seaside didn't have that class, but had a different one instead. And before anyone wonders how a couple could be a couple when one of them was having sex with other people, that's just the way it was in Three Valleys. You could get jealous, a few people did, but after a while you realized that was a no-win situation for everyone. Nobody 'owned' anyone. In one way I felt sorry for the kids from Seaside. They were nudists, that whole county was nudist country from the falls at Upper & Lower to the coast, but they were as straitlaced as could be. They very much had a no-touching rule. I'd wondered what guys did. I suppose it was like us in grade school and junior high: you could see everything at the pool, and after a while it just wasn't important. But still, when you're a teenager you get these hormonal overloads. A guy saw a girl, and could get an erection from just breathing wrong, or if she breathed wrong, or if the wind shifted. It was a fact of life. The body's desire to mate with a member of the opposite sex is pretty strong during the teenage years. Kirsten was pretty enough, and shortly after Candy had asked me, I saw her in class. She was my height, but skinnier and blonde. In her case it was partly the effects of salt water and sun, but she was a natural blonde, complete down to the thin tuft of hair at the base of her tummy. Of course I couldn't tell Candy about that, she'd ask how I knew. Girls in Seaside might trim a little down there—they always do if their hair gets onto their legs—but they don't shave it off. Kirsten's hair was so thin she might as well have. But that was her decision, not mine. She did have the glowing skin tones of someone who was healthy, and the all over tan from spending a lot of time in the sun without any clothes getting in the way. One of the things people in Seaside do is take care of is their skin. The first ones to settle here had all looked like mahogany, but now everyone gooped themselves up in sunscreen. They'd learned that it was far healthier to do that than to suffer through the consequences of not using it. Today Kirsten was wearing the school uniform: black pleated skirt, white blouse, knee-high white stockings and a red scarf around the neck. She made it look a lot better than it did on me. We nodded politely to each other, sort of like ships passing and blowing their whistles at each other. Candy followed Kirsten with her eyes. "She could have every guy following her with their tongues hanging out," she said. "Instead she blows them off as if they were nothing." "To each their own," I quoted. "Or something like that." Candy shifted her purse to her other shoulder. "Going to the school play tomorrow night?" "Yeah. Jeremy Robinson asked me." "Let me know if it's any good. Tam Samuelson wants to take me. If it isn't any good I'll persuade him that we should see a movie." When he picked me up, Jeremy commented on my flushed cheeks. I couldn't tell him that Nate Phillips had given me a very good reason for flushed cheeks, something that was 7 to 8" long, and as hard as an iron bar. He had a lot of endurance, and so Sex Ed class ran a little over, well, a lot over. We were the only ones in the classroom at the end, and I was working on number four—it's amazing how most girls in Three Valleys are multi-orgasmic—and he was laboring away on number two. Class ran over so much that it was fortunate I'd brought my date clothes with me. The rest of the school year was like that. I'd sort of started dating Jeremy, but I was also seeing Travis, a guy living at the complex. I got my dates confused, and it led to one of those messes that's kind of funny afterwards, but not during. Travis and I had gone to a movie at the complex. Since my sister was on some weekend thing with school where they traveled up to the ice sheet, I had the bedroom to myself. After the date I invited Travis in, and we spent the night. No big deal, that's fairly common after a date or two. After all, you've already had sex with him; Three Valleys is one of the few places where you can have sex with someone before dating them. We certainly had a fun time, and we got up late because we didn't get all that much sleep. He tried to prove that he was inexhaustible, and I tried the same thing. I think I won, but maybe the honors were even. I awoke in a tangle of arms and legs. I was lying across Travis' nice firm body, and my hair and the bed were a mess. I had some definite ideas about how to greet the morning, and was just starting to wake Travis up when my mom tapped on the bedroom door. "That boy you've been seeing from school just called," she said. "Didn't you say something about doing something today with him?" I tried to blink the sleep out of my eyes. "Uh, yeah, maybe." I sort of dimly recalled something like that. The weather had moderated a lot, and Jeremy had asked me out. My mind was on something else: Travis' dick was just a few inches away and just begging to be sucked. "I've got him on the phone," my too helpful mother added. I didn't say something unladylike, but I certainly thought it. I found my robe and followed her into the living room. I felt grungy, my hair was a disaster, and I knew I smelled. Fortunately they don't have picture phones or smell phones or stuff like that. I settled at the table, composed myself, and tried to sound cheerful. "Hello?" "Hi! It's Jeremy. You ready?" "Uh, I'll be a few minutes." "Okay. See you in a few." I plucked a strand of my hair and looked at it. There was no hope for it, I headed for the bathroom. At least we weren't going out on Sunday. Shelley Minor was having a sleepover party on Saturday night, Travis and I were going, and I didn't want to miss it. You don't make plans for anything on the day after a sleepover party because you're too wiped out. I managed to get through my morning ablutions and greet Jeremy in the lobby. I'd said goodbye to Travis, and thanked him for showing me a good time, so at least that came off pretty well. It'd been a high-calorie, sloppy thank you, and a promise of the fun we'd have at the party. I thought about that as Jeremy and I headed for breakfast and the ice rink. A sleepover party was real simple. You brought something to eat, everyone stood around munching and gossiping, and then everyone stripped off their clothes and had sex with everyone else. It lasted all night, and you usually slept where you dropped. People talk about 'the most fun you can have with your clothes on'. Well, a sleepover is the most fun you can have with your clothes off. There was always another partner, or if everyone was too tired, you sort of just hung out, fondled a few things, and was cool about it. In Three Valleys they call them 'pool parties'. The story is that everyone's going to go swimming, which was why you had it at someone's house. There's a lot of water in the Three Valleys area, so a lot of people have pools at home. But that's just your excuse for getting naked. And while you're naked, you do what comes naturally. A sleepover didn't have the pool, but it had everything else. I especially liked the multiple partners part of it, as did a lot of girls. You take things one boy at a time, that's the only way, and when you finish there's bound to be another boy around. The next morning you're a little sore, and a whole lot messy, but that's okay. You need to clean up, and straighten up the party place. Fortunately for everyone, management at the complex set aside party rooms for just such things. Everything is easily cleaned, and there are large showers that can accommodate groups (which can be its own fun—doing it in the shower with a couple of boys is a blast). But that was for the evening. Right now I had Jeremy, and my misguided attempts at ice skating. The weather was definitely warmer, but there was an outdoor rink with hot chocolate. We skated, we held each other up, and I fell a lot. I wasn't sure if I'd have bruises, but I might be a little sore. But it was fun, a different kind of fun than Travis and I had had, but fun in its own way. And afterwards we went walking in the bright sunlight, looking at the ice sculptures people had made in the park. I must have been unusually quiet or something, because Jeremy asked me what I was thinking. "Oh, not much. Just enjoying the day and seeing what people had created." I could feel him nod. It was a nice day, and he was someone worth being with. I couldn't tell him that I'd spent the night in bed with a guy, and was going to spend the coming night with a dozen other boys, all of us naked, and all of us making each other very happy. As I'd said, some things you don't talk about. Eventually he took me home. I cleaned up my room, and aired it out a little. It still smelled a bit like sex. I then got sensible and did my homework for the weekend. Mom and Dad had made it very clear that unless it was done, I couldn't go out. I helped Mom with dinner, and about 7:30 Travis came calling. I looped my arm in his and off we went. Now people may think it weird to go out on a date with a guy where you're going to have plenty of sex with other people. That's because they get all strange about the subject, thinking that sex is something you only do with a special someone. That's true, sort of, and yet it's not. Sex can be a social activity, as long as you don't read too much into it. You aren't owned by someone, another person doesn't have exclusive rights to your body unless you voluntarily agree to them. Travis and I were dating, we'd had sex, both before and after we'd started dating, and we were going to a party where we'd have more. I couldn't ever see taking Jeremy to a party like this. He'd get possessive and jealous, and things could get messy, not to mention the cultural shock of semi-public sex. But jealousy was the big thing. If there's one thing that gets slayed constantly in school, it's jealousy. How can you have it when you're going to have sex with a different boy each day in school? I thought about it for a bit that night. That's one of those deep philosophical things you have to learn or figure out or something, and I did. Of course after a bit I had other things on my mind (teaming up with two other girls to make Shelley come), and the next time I thought about it was when Travis took me home the next morning. "I had a wonderful time," I murmured. We were standing right outside the apartment door, and had just shared a kiss, a fairly chaste one as it was. Does that seem strange? In the past week I'd sucked him off, had regular sex with him multiple times, and we were kissing shyly as if it was the first time. "We'll have to do this again," he replied. "How does next week sound?" "Sounds like a lot of fun." I didn't invite him in, and he didn't hint. First, I wasn't sure he'd be able to get it up no matter how much he tried. After a while the male body just says 'enough!' and that's that. Second, I needed a restorative soak in the tub. I had a few aches from that evening, and I was a little tender down there. And third, we had church services after I got cleaned up. There wasn't any time for the way we'd say goodbye. The next school day I pondered what was going on. Jeremy and I had had lunch together, and he'd walked me to the bus. How shocked and confused would he be if he knew that 15 minutes later I was kneeling astride a boy's hips and slowly forcing myself down on his hardness? There needed to be a degree of 'shockedness'," I concluded, and as Phil played with my boobs, and as I pressed my fingers to my sex so I could manually stimulate myself and feel his dick, I tried to assign values to that concept. Of course right about the time I thought I had some firm numbers, I got distracted. Phil washed my insides with his come, but I'd beaten him to the punch, and was reduced to thrashing my head back and forth as the feelings got to be too much. I mentioned it to one of the two teachers—Sex Ed is always taught by a male and female teacher—after we'd finished. She contemplated an answer for a bit. "I think it's one of those things that'll always be relative," she said at last. "There are a few people in Center who would fit into life in Three Valleys, so they'd be at one end of the curve. As for the rest..." "I'd never dare let something like this go public." "I'm not even sure of the methodology you'd have to develop to get your basic data." She stared at the wall for a bit. "Still, it'll teach you some techniques you might need. How do you stand academically? And have you thought of college?" "I'm 10th in my class," I said. "Nowhere high enough." The top three of every graduating high school class got a full scholarship to college. The next five got two years of free tuition at the local colleges. I was just out of the running on the latter. If anything, I could be an alternate if someone decided not to go. "I do want to go to college, but we'll see. The money might not be there." She nodded. "All right, this is something you could find useful, and it's just off-beat enough that people will help. Go ahead. I'll see what I can set up to help you." I thanked her, and headed for the pool. I didn't count on running into Jeremy in the lobby. I wasn't looking my most fabulous. My hair was a mess, and I wasn't wearing any underwear whatsoever, which meant my boobs bounced and wobbled considerably. I don't have the largest chest in school, but it's not the smallest, either. I was aware of that place between my legs. Normally you're not, but today it felt cool and hot at the same time, and I could feel something on my thighs. There are times I think it would be easier to be a guy. You just tuck it in when you're done, and that's it. Jeremy noticed my hair, but I don't think he noticed my boobs. I had my arm under them anyway, so they stayed in place, and my nips, though prominent, could be passed off to the cool air in the lobby, not that guys will mention things like that to a girl. "Hi! What brings you here?" He gave me a hug, which, all things considered, was the best I could hope for. If he was aware that he didn't feel a bra strap, he didn't let on. "It's early, and I was wondering if we could go get a soda or a snack or something." Dressed the way I was? "I'd like to, but I want to get upstairs and change." What the heck, I thought, go with him. "I'll only be a few minutes, if you don't mind waiting." "Sure!" Changing meant cleaning up. Good sex was messy. I'd heard this several times, and come to believe it. Based on the evidence, today's sex had been fantastic. A quick shower and clean clothes did wonders for me. My sister watched all of this. "I suppose I'll be doing the same thing next year." "Probably." I brushed at my hair, working out the knots. "And if you're at all like me, you'll enjoy it." "That's what they tell me." "What do they have you doing now?" "Touching myself." "How do you like it?" "It feels pretty good." "It gets better." "Judging by the way you're acting, I'm sure of it." "How I'm acting?" She nodded at the skirt on the floor, and the panties in my hand. "I've never seen you this disorganized." "Sometimes it happens." I cut her off by stepping into the bathroom to finish dressing. Jeremy and I had a nice after-school treat. That night was a sleepover, and I forgot him in favor of all of the male attention surrounding me. Fortunately the school term ended a few days later, and my folks decided to take a vacation back home. It was a positive relief when I walked out of the Gate Building in Terminus and took a deep breath of warm, scented air. I had friends to catch up with, and it was done clothed. Suzy, Mary and I went shopping in Upper & Lower, and just for the heck of it we stripped down. I ran into Kirsten, introduced her, and we had lunch at the Terrace Restaurant, enjoying the waterfall and crowds of tourists. If people had looked closely they might have decided three of us weren't natives, but a lot of people don't get past seeing all of the skin. Afterwards, of course, the three of us we went back up the cable car and went shopping, clothed. The sun and wind feel good on my skin, and so on, but I like wearing clothes. They caught me up on what my other friends were doing, I told them about Center, and we had a great time. The next three weeks were more of the same. The one thing I didn't do was go to any of the parties. It was just one of those things. When we got back to Center a late spring snowfall had blanketed the city. It took us two hours to get back to the Complex. Mom still had her head in Three Valleys, and she wanted a swim. She and Dad headed off to do that while I prepared dinner. At least I didn't burn anything! We got back on a Sunday afternoon, and while school started on Tuesday, our Sex Ed class at the complex started on Monday. Thank goodness it was 'get-acquainted' day, and the teachers scheduled us for at least two hours. My partner's name was Andy, and after three weeks of abstinence he provided all of the male attention I needed. I wasn't the only one. There were a lot of cries, soft screams, and moans of pleasure as class went on. For once my mind wasn't wandering off in some bizarre train of thought. Instead I was totally focused on what several inches of male muscle was doing to me. When we were through, and it took a couple of tries to make sure we'd done it right, I felt sated. Oh, sure, I'd go again if he got it up, but at the moment I wanted to simply lie in his arms, very thoroughly relaxed. Swimming, after class was a positive delight. There's something sensuous about the feel of water sliding over your body. My mind did think a little while I swam; I wondered if girls from Center got the same feel when they were wearing their bathing suits. Jeremy zeroed in on me the moment I got to school. He asked about my vacation, and for once I could give him the exact, full, and complete truth: I told him about the shopping, the visiting, and even the concert I'd gone to. He was envious that we didn't have snow—storms hit Center twice while we were gone—but he didn't get excited about the shopping. Guys are just that way. Everyone soon fell into their old habits. Jeremy did catch me kidding and joking with one of the guys from the Complex, but he didn't catch the undertones. The night before Kevin had taken me to a party at the Complex, and afterwards spent some quality time with his face buried between my legs. I'd already sucked him to completion—I jokingly called it my late night snack—and then he proved he wasn't tired from class or my blow-job. Mom and Dad let me spend the night at his place, and we awakened each other quite happily. I took an informal poll among the girls I saw every day in Sex Ed. We were supposed to find projects that would use what we'd been learning, and so I applied statistical sampling and a whole mess of other mathematical tools I'd been learning about to the results. Of course none of this was anything I'd turn in at the regular school. That would have to await some other project. The results were interesting. On the day I took the poll: 1) every girl had had at least one orgasm; 2) all but two had had two climaxes (the lucky two had each had three); 3) every girl had engaged in oral sex, both giving and receiving, and all had had at least one climax that way; 4) all but one girl had had a climax from intercourse. The average woman in Center came about a third of the time from intercourse, while 85% of them had a climax from oral sex. The average teen girl from Three Valleys had sex every day, not just once a week, and at minimum of 97% climaxed from intercourse. I drew a lot of conclusions from my little poll, finally getting some of those weird thoughts out of my head. After turning it in to my Sex Ed teachers—extra credit—I pondered what it really meant. The only conclusion I could come to (pun not intended) was that it was healthier for a female to go to school in Three Valleys. It's been scientifically established that a climax is good for you, and a steady diet of them improves your general health. That not-so-surprising revelation wasn't the only reason I said "Yes! Yes! Yes!" right about then. Kevin was stabbing my entrance with his tongue—he could touch the tip of his nose with it!—and he had even learned to curl it so he could slide it back and forth on my clitoris. Believe me, that is a sensation that's way too intense to allow any thought. No wonder he was so popular with the girls. I was now at that point in my education that I had to begin choosing a life-path. I wasn't going to get a scholarship, but a Two-Year College with some help beckoned. But what did I want to do? What interested me? When you're that age you sort of coast a little when it comes to your schooling. We talked about it a lot with our friends, trying to get some ideas. A lot of people were going to go to Trade School. I know some found this 'demeaning', though I wasn't sure why. You got six months of intense hands-on training, and then the school helped you land a job. So you weren't a genius, only a few people were. Live with it. And you would be making money long before the geniuses would. "The only thing I'm good at is screwing," Chelsea said when we were sitting by the pool in the Complex, tossing ideas back and forth. "I am, too," I admitted. "Maybe that means I should go into the movies where I can do that all of the time." "Not a bad thought," Chelsea said, nodding. "I might not go into acting, though. There's got to be a lot of competition for the acting roles, maybe not so much for the technical and support jobs." I hadn't thought of those. The next day I asked the Counselor about jobs like that. "If you're interested," he said. "Those jobs aren't glamorous, but they can be important. He gave me a list of jobs that supported a single broadcast show, which companies had openings, and what I needed to learn to land one. My parents were supportive; Jeremy sort of wasn't because he thought I should go into something where we could continue to see each other. That wasn't too likely to happen, and we parted on sweet, tender terms. He walked me to the lobby at the Complex one last time, we hugged—interestingly we'd never kissed—and went our separate ways. There were so many ways that could have ended badly, but I cried when it was over. I needed a year at one of the Two-Year colleges, and then whoever hired me would train me beyond that. Unfortunately the companies in Three Valleys weren't hiring at the moment, but several of those in Center were. I signed up for one of the colleges (there are three) and began learning the broadcast business. I didn't have Sex Ed any more, which meant I wasn't getting it every day. But not to fear, someone had set up an informal group that got together a lot to scratch that particular itch. It wasn't every day, but three to four times a week. Plus Kevin, who came from a town in North Valley began to pay me some serious attention. He was in one of the other colleges studying something with electronics. We found plenty of opportunities to practice his tongue-technique, and he was no slouch when we progressed from there. After a year of school, one of the broadcast companies hired me as an apprentice camera girl. I didn't operate the primary camera, but I did a lot of the establishment shots. My Three Valleys background sort of helped. There was an opening in one of the islands in the Gulf. Kevin got hired at the same time by the same crew! That made us both happy. The weather there is as warm as it is in Three Valleys, plus you have the ocean. Our crew was based on one of the islands, not in Southport, and I identified with the place right away. The women wore skirts, just like back on the mainland, but it barely came down to mid-thigh. And sandals. Mustn't forget the sandals, we wore those, too. And that was it. Oh, sure, the gal who appeared on screen was all done up with a nice blouse and so on. But once the cameras were off, the blouse and bra were too. I'd pictured the place we'd be living as some big island with towns and so on. I could see one just a mile away, but land prices were insane. Instead, the company gave us a housing subsidy, and all of us settled in this group of six islands just a short distance to the east of the big one. They were small, I think they came to a total of 10 acres between them. There was a reef linking them, and linking us to the reef around the big island, which gave us sheltered water for boats and swimming, and gorgeous underwater views when we went snorkeling. It also gave us a lot of privacy, because the company built a studio on one of the islands. The only thing missing was fresh water, but a pipe for that was laid to the larger island. We were there for two years. I found out later that we'd been hired into this crew specifically because we were from Three Valleys. Management had tried people from Center or some town nearby, and those people had succumbed to get a lot of illicit videos of people walking around half-naked. We didn't. I got offered a lot of money to get pictures like that, and turned them down every time. I still philosophized when Kevin and I made love. We had a place on the beach in that little cluster of islands, and there was more than one night when we would lie out on the sand with the waves lapping at us and we'd make sweet love. Kevin knew about my musings, and he encouraged me to write them down. I did, and didn't think anything of it. Secretly he began collating them, and approached a publisher about them. I came home from work one day to find a nice letter inviting me in to "have a talk" about these. That meant a trip back to Center. The long and the short of it was that there were two versions produced: one for mass consumption, and a second one that explained how and when I had these thoughts. That one was only sold in Three Valleys. The company wanted to know if I would like to go in front of the camera, and I declined. I did appear as a guest interview on several of the morning shows. Though the interviewer (who was from Terminus) knew how I came to have them, she coached me through saying that my philosophical thoughts came to me when I was sitting on the beach staring at the sunset. That went over a lot better than the other explanation. Kevin and I got married somewhere in there, and that was special, too. We had an official reception, then an unofficial one after we got back from our honeymoon. Some guys complain that sex stops after the ring goes on. Not in those of us who grew up in Three Valleys. We got to be regular partygoers. Oh, not to excess, a couple of times a month were plenty, but more than enough to scratch some of the itches we had. Variety helps. It is the spice of life, and a lot of us liked our spices. The company eventually put me in front of the camera whether I wanted to be there or not. Their hostess for the crew was transferred to a much bigger job elsewhere, and someone decided I was the most logical person for the job. So five years out from high school I became the next fresh face to appear on screen. My beat included a lot more than just the islands, and when things happened, I had to be there. It was a little wearing, but that's the price you pay. The only difference was that I was expected to say something philosophical and insightful with each story. Kevin didn't complain, he put me in the right mood—and the right position—for those thoughts. I never thought that when my mind began to wander during sex, that it would lead to what happened. I have some musings about that, but you'll have to buy my next book to find out what they are. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-08-13 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------