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Pamela, eagerly NIS

Chapter 22.  Saturday


I got up, showered and made it to breakfast only thinking about the good 
parts of last night.  Those thoughts really came when my hands started 
getting a little naughty in the shower.  It was strange that I didn't 
feel like I needed to get off.  The light touching only made me remember 
how great I felt about Dan and all he did last night.

Mom wasn't up, but she left a note with the one about Kurita-san.  She 
expected to see me for the 10 o'clock karate class, a workout at the 
health club and lunch.

It looked like a long morning with no food breaks.  I cooked a big 
breakfast.  Sausage and eggs sizzled while I did the ritual of lumpless 
batter for waffles.  All that stirring sent waves and ripples through my 
boobs.  That made them feel like real breasts, all soft and jiggly.  I 
remembered and relived how Dan likes to grab my chest and how my boobs 
feel when he does.  That made me and the boobs feel all sexy.  My 
aureoles puffed and my nipples popped, just from stirring waffle batter.  
I ate the eggs and sausage while the waffles cooked, then gobbled down a 
stack of them.

Kurita-san's karate studio is in one of the buildings around the outside 
edge of the mall parking lot.  He calls it and each of the classrooms in 
it `dojo' but uses `studio' when advertising to us who don't know 
Japanese.

It's an easy walk and I got there a little before eight.  Kurita-san and 
his assistant were greeting new students and their parents.  He was 
apparently about to start a beginners class for grade school ages.  I 
showed up the way he's used to seeing me - naked except for shoes and my 
little waist pack.

He bowed to me.  He always waits for the student to bow first.  He bowed 
deeply.  He only bows that deeply to other sensei, teachers of karate, 
and then only to ones he respects.  I've seen him bow that way to sensei 
at tournaments, but just as often he bows only a little.

He led me to his office and said, "Not many in this city who would be set 
upon by school boys and could give broken bones to five at once.  You do 
honor to your ancestors and your teacher.  You show true spirit of 
samurai warrior.  At one time, samurai could put final end to enemies.  
Not so now.  Pity."

I wasn't surprised he could figure that out.  He's seen me in full 
contact fights.

"National Association saw way you fought in tournament.  Not just that 
you won weight class, but courage and dedication you showed trying for 
championship.  They know you had injury to rib.  You honor teacher again.  
They give you black belt of second degree," he picked up a box from his 
desk and bowed to present it to me.

I bowed in return as deeply as I can.  I took the box and opened it.  It 
contained a gleaming shiny strip of black cloth with a single white 
thread down the center.  It's thin, more fine and delicate than the 
heavily stitched canvas belts most karate students wear.

"You wear no jacket, so here is belt for your waist.  Korean silk.  Wear 
today, especially if you accept offer," he explained.  "It is duty to 
teach.  I want you to teach in this dojo, not be competition.  You help 
with eight and nine o'clock classes.  You and honorable mother get 
scholarship for ten o'clock."

I bowed deeply again in gratitude.  The belt was long for my tiny waist.  
I wrapped it around twice and tied it where the ends fell in front of one 
leg.  It felt great and damn, I was proud of it.

"I am honored too much, Kurita-san.  I will of course help you in any way 
I can," I accepted with another bow.

Kurita-san's assistant, more like a secretary and bookkeeper, was still 
greeting new students and showing them into the largest room.  Many had 
traditional pants and jackets already.  The little wannabe samurai with 
eager, beaming faces looked up to Kurita-san when he started class.  He 
had them spread around floor and sit.  He stood center and front.  I 
stood off to the side.  He told of belts and their colors, using grades 
of school as an analogy.  He also told of the clothes and what they're 
for.

"Can we dress like her?" came from a student.

My notice finally fell on that one student - a familiar looking little 
samurai who beamed her best smile at me - Caitlin Switerlitz.

"When speaking to teacher, raise hand.  When called, stand so, hands so 
and bow so," he demonstrated a very deep bow.  "State name to help me 
learn, then ask question.  Do."

Caitlin stood, held her hands properly and did a deep, graceful bow.  She 
didn't hold it very long, but she did better than we expect of new 
students.

"I am Caitlin, Sensei.  I ask whether we can dress like Pam," Caitlin 
went straight to the head of the class.

"Students may wear less than prescribed uniform.  Must earn belt," he 
answered her.  "You do well with bow and Japanese word.  Sensei means 
teacher and is proper title.  Also know of suffix -san.  Means honorable 
elder.  Refer to me as Kurita-san.  She is Fionda-san."

I almost crapped my pants, if I'd been wearing any.  I took that 
compliment seriously and decided to take the teaching seriously, too.  I 
was totally blushing with plenty of nipple action, but nobody seemed to 
notice.  Kurita-san brought the class back to the subject.  He described 
karate as a sport now.  Like all martial arts, it came from the need to 
fight in battle.  The finely developed style takes concentration, 
dedication and all the finer values.

My mind kept going to, "All for the purpose of breaking other people's 
bones."

Kurita-san mixes the traditions and teachings of the sport with the doing 
in every lesson.  He  demonstrated a basic kana - a string of moves 
almost like dancing, intended to build flexibility, balance, strength, 
and pattern nerves to make the moves as reflexes.  He did the simple 
series of kicks, turns and punches twice, then asked me to repeat them.  
Students were spread enough not to hit each other, but there wasn't 
enough room for teachers to walk between them without getting punched or 
kicked.

"You from here to the wall, go with Fionda-san to next dojo room.  Work 
on kana.  Go," he instructed and turned them over to me with a bow.

I watched all of them leave that room, then went after them.  By the time 
I got through the doors, there was a little pile of clothes along the 
wall.  Caitlin, two other girls and a boy had stripped.  I got them all 
to spread around the room in rows.  The naked ones were as eager about 
learning as they were about being bare.  They took the spots right in 
front of me.

"Okay, lets do each move of the kana.  First, start in this position.  
Keep your weight on your back foot," I instructed.

The little samurai followed along and did all the moves, but didn't quite 
get all the fine points.

"How many of you have taken ballet?"  I asked and some raised their 
hands.  "Gymnastics? ... Lots of you are pointing your fingers and toes.  
That's good - all graceful and artistic - in those activities, but not so 
cool in a fight.  Here, we're getting ready to hit things.  You don't 
want to do that with fingers or toes.  Watch."

I showed them how to hold their hands and deliver sharp punches.  They 
almost all got that part.  I showed them side and forward kicks with toes 
up so the heel did the work.  There were still too many pointed toes.  I 
put one of the cut boards lying near it into the bracket in the corner of 
the room.  I took a step back, did a side kick and put my heel through 
the board.  All the little samurai got the point about not pointing toes.

"You also need a target.  Strike and kick to the same place every time.  
Rows turn and face each other.  Now stay far apart like you are and aim 
for each other's chest right here," I said pointing between my boobs.

"Eww?" came from Caitlin who was looking her partner, the naked boy, 
right in the crotch.

"Yeah?  You have cooties too, but that won't stop me," said the boy 
defiantly.

"When you're getting used to being naked, you have to realize that half 
the people in our world are male.  Get used to that, too," I said quietly 
to her.

The group got the feel for quick, sharp striking and how to hold their 
feet and hands.  They'll get more of the balance, smoothness and 
consistency with practice.  That's what we kept doing until ...

The students' eyes went to the door.  I turned to see who was there.  I 
bowed to Kurita-san and deferred to him.

"All do kana for me one time, then class end," he instructed.

The students all did their best and Kurita-san looked pleased.  You have 
to be around him a while before you know his tells.  There's a little 
line at the corner of his mouth that wrinkles a little more when he's 
trying to suppress a smile and maintain his air of inscrutability.

"At end of class stand so, hands so, clap two times so, bow so.  Means 
thank you.  Do," he taught them.

Lots of polite little samurai also said, "Thank you, Fionda-san" out loud 
to me.  I blushed again.  I wonder if they're old enough to pick up on 
the nipple reaction.  Some had questions or comments and crowded around 
me.

They asked things like "Do you really hit people in tournaments?" and 
"Are you always naked?"

Caitlin went by and I had to interrupt her.

"Caitlin, when your Mom comes to get you, I need to see her," made 
Caitlin look scared.

"No, kid, you did fine today, even with that boy.  It's about my blood 
samples and finding another time to do them," I explained.

She stuck around for a few minutes.  She was looking me over and even 
staring at my pussy.

She brought it up when we were walking out of the room, "Your stuff is 
all smaller and not red.  What's different?"

"I just haven't had sex yet today.  There haven't been any boys in 
there," I answered.

She emitted an "eww" and fled.  Mrs. Switerlitz turned out to be waiting 
for Caitlin.  The naked little girl brought her mom over.

"... and Pam, I mean Fionda-san, is teaching here," Caitlin said as they 
approached.

I explained that I wouldn't be doing a shift at the pool any more.  I 
told her about the sports schedule and it proved hard for her to work 
around.  She could believe that's why I dropped lifeguarding.  We talked 
about doing it at school, but there are rules and restrictions.  We 
talked about her office in the medical center, but I couldn't get there 
during hours.

"I'll try for the pool in the morning.  There will still be time to drop 
Cass and Lady Godiva here off at their schools.  You could ride with us," 
she concluded and Caitlin rolled her eyes at the reference to her 
nakedness.  "Now, young lady, who said you could take your clothes off 
here?"

"Kurita-san said it's okay," Caitlin defended herself.  "Besides, Pam 
teaches here and she does it naked ..."

They went away in mid-debate.  Her Mom will never convince Caitlin to 
stay dressed with me around.

"So you do take karate here," came from behind me.

There were Amy and Rochelle dressed in uniforms with brown belts.  The 
next hour is an intermediate class.  Students are mostly black belt 
wannabes and some black belts preparing for tournaments.  You have to 
pass this class before you can represent the studio in tournaments and 
have Kurita-san there as your coach.  I was in it all last school year 
and used what I learned ... in tournaments, too.  The small class would 
have plenty of space in any of the rooms.

Kurita-san started the class, went through the rituals and introduced, 
"Fionda-san help with class.  Took last year.  Did tournaments.  Champion 
in weight class.  Not win grand champion against big man.  Bigger now.  
Outgrew all clothes.  No excuse.  Win all this year.  Help you learn.

"First lesson recovery.  Not let honorable opponent get second attack.  I 
throw.  Fionda-san recover."

I was still standing near Amy.  I couldn't resist.

I whispered "Watch and learn, grasshopper."

I went to Kurita-san blushing over all he had said about me.  This class 
is old enough to notice my nipples.  I caught some boys squirming and 
trying not to show their arousal.  They were embarrassed at having to 
adjust themselves.  The girls were snickering more at the embarrassment 
than at the bulges in their pants.  Kurita-san gave them all a lecture 
about mental discipline, then got back to the lesson.

I bowed to Kurita-san, stood straight and sailed across the room.  He had 
thrown me ass over elbows and high enough to make it easy.  I twisted 
around in mid-air so I landed on my feet facing him and in a balanced 
ready position.  Some students applauded.  I start to bow for the 
applause, but I know Kurita-san.  The `fight' is still on and I stayed 
ready.  He attacked and threw me again.  This time he threw me low so I'd 
roll along the floor.  I tucked so my feet rolled under me, stood and put 
a foot forward to kick anyone trying to do a low follow-up.

Kurita-san had me show all the moves for twisting and flipping around and 
the kinds of ready positions to try for.  I had them do the moves one by 
one.  They had a chance to jump up and try twists.  I suggested diving 
boards and trampolines as places to try combinations.

I knew that Amy and Rochelle could do the roll.  They did that every day 
on the volleyball court.  I had others make room and let anyone who 
wanted try the roll.  Those two got it.

Kurita-san had a gleam in his eye and his lips curled with mischief when 
he told Amy, "You have done well ... grass hop per."

Rochelle laughed.  Amy glared at me, then she broke up laughing.  Kurita-
san ended the class.  He had the students bow to him, then to me.

After class, Amy asked, "Did you get my email?"

"Been here all morning.  I'll get it at noon,"  I answered.

"You did say it's okay to bring dates outside the program, right?" 
Rochelle asked.

"Yep.  I know about all the couples in the program in lower grades, but 
not about you seniors.  I don't really care.  The restaurant needs to 
know how many and they try to personalize things," I explained.

"Good.  My guy is off to college this year, so I'm bringing someone you 
know who really wants to be in the Program," Amy said.  "Her guy goes to 
McKinley."

The ten o'clock class is a small elite group for black belts only, and 
first degrees need special circumstances.  Mom got me into it all summer.  
Now I'm here in my own right.  Mom arrived a few minutes after Amy and 
Rochelle left.  Her eyes went straight to my new belt.  She'd be curious 
about anything that smacks of clothing on me.  She figured it out, I gave 
a sheepish grin and she gave me a hug.

"Didn't know this was comin', but could sorta expect it.  Think of who 
you beat in those tournaments," she said.

Mom and I waited in the small room Kurita-san uses for these classes.  We 
were joined by two guys in their mid-twenties that I hadn't met before.  
They were wearing uniforms with second and third degree black belts.  We 
women were naked.  The guys started getting friendly right away.  They 
were the very models of the mental discipline that karate builds.  They 
looked at our faces and at our hands when we gestured.  They didn't stare 
at our bodies.

The one paying more attention to me asked, "So where do you work?"

"Lincoln Highschool," I answered.

"Teacher?"

"Freshman."

He got strangely quiet for a moment then tried to score points with Mom, 
"So you're not sisters?"

Kurita-San came in then and started the class.  He spent time with each 
of us, checking certain moves and giving pointers on our form.

The guys had my attention while Kurita-san worked with Mom.  They didn't 
change much after they started hitting on us.  They taunted me about the 
silky, delicate belt.  They disparaged my championship because it was in 
a weight class of mostly women and children.  Kurita-san picked up on it.  
He could have been offended when they put down his gift.

"Sparring fight," he commanded.  "Women against men.  Gentle contact.  
Go."

Mental discipline worked for Mom and me.  We were ready to fight them, 
but not so pissed that we would lose control.  We were also naked.  Mom's 
40Ds can be a little distracting even to someone with good mental 
discipline.

We tossed each other all around the room and tried to strike, chop or 
kick gently.  It was a good workout and a little tiring.  At the end, I 
was thrown against a wall and fell in a heap.  Kurita-san called an end 
to the session.  The guy who threw me that last time strutted around like 
he'd won, until ...

Kurita-san gave his assessment, "You think you won?  Let's see.  Tonight 
when they get dark, count bruises.  You got six.  You got five.  Caroline 
got one.  Nobody hit Pam.  Those bruises ... broken bones in full 
contact.  Very hard to throw large girl when arms broken.  Who win?"

He ended the class and we all bowed to each other.  The guys were at 
least respectful as we broke up.

Mom and I went to the health club in another of the buildings around the 
mall.  We were everyday regulars over the summer and Mom still is.  The 
manager greeted me cheerfully.

"Such beautiful women in such good shape and who show it off like you do 
... this place couldn't have better publicity," he poured it on.  "I was 
afraid you were going somewhere else."

"I am - Lincoln High," I informed him.

"Guess I'll have to put up with that.  Enjoy your workout," he concluded.

We were warm from the karate, so we went right for the weights.  We 
enjoyed the workout and all the attention from the men.  One workout 
during the week wasn't enough.  My pumped, tired muscles really felt this 
one.  Hope they don't feel sore tomorrow.

Mom offered, "Lunch - home or the food court?"

I told her about having to check my email and make arrangements for the 
evening.  We walked home.  This is one time I don't get all the attention 
from people passing in their cars.  Mom's 40Ds draw all the attention.  
Maybe someday.  I told Mom about training the teachers this afternoon.  
She was proud.  It didn't last very long.

I told her about the pool, sex with Officer Moore, getting caught and 
being suspended.

"Oh, Pam!" she exclaimed.  "Don't fuck a cop - not professionally, not 
unless he's your boyfriend - and never on duty.  It's a better influence 
to be friendly and helpful.  You were that way with Sgt. Washington and 
it did you some good.  Showin' this one the closet would have been just 
right.  Now if he gets in trouble, or even hears any criticism, he'll 
blame you and it will all backfire."

That was a little beyond the lesson the suspension was trying to teach.  
Mom did have her own point of view.  I fed back to her enough that she 
knew I got the message.  She also got a thankful kiss.

I checked my email.  All the Program participants had responded.  The 
seniors had other boyfriends and girlfriends.  The juniors, sophomores 
and freshmen were all dating each other.  Brooke's response went to the 
trouble of pointing out that she and Steve have Nikki's approval.  Most 
of the replies were from couples.  I got all the names, sent them to the 
restaurant and asked that couples be seated together.  I also sent 
addresses for pickups to the limo company.  The two cars will criss-cross 
all over town to get the junior and seniors in one and us in the other.  
They'll have everyone at the restaurant at six.

I kissed Mom goodbye in case she left for work before I got back.  My 
screw-up and the lecture were all behind us.

The walk to school went quickly as usual.  It was a pleasant, if hot, 
Saturday afternoon.  I passed more people than usual out in their yards 
and in the parks.  The ones who noticed me and responded all gave smiles 
and waves.  Some mentioned seeing me on TV and even gave compliments.  
They were rewarded with the usual nipple show.  The worst comment was 
from someone wishing me `luck.'  What would I need that for?

I found a medium size gathering in the Lincoln gym.  They were standing 
around clustered by school.  Very few were naked.  The only one I saw 
right away was Coach Reeves.  Miss Forester was bottomless with her 
melons in the fishnet top, so she qualifies as naked, too.  Those two, 
Coach Johnston, some other teachers who are coaches or have science labs 
and some from the office were standing with Mr. Carlson.  The clothed 
ones were dressed casually in shorts and t-shirts.

"Didn't expect naked teachers today," I said to Coach Reeves.

"Didn't want you to feel alone," she answered.

Miss Forester said, "It's a school activity and I'm in the Program.  
Besides, I'm getting back into the nakedness I actually liked in 
college."

"Glad you could make it, Pam.  This came up after school.  We thought 
you'd make a great one to show off for Lincoln and the fire department 
thought you'd make a great one to show off for the city.  We were afraid 
they wouldn't be able to catch you at the pool," Mr. Carlson got another 
nipple reaction from me.

"Is a paramedic here?  They usually bring an ambulance and a bunch of 
teaching aids.  Am I supposed to be doing all the teaching or am I the 
victim dummy?" I was starting to wonder.

"A lot of things added up yesterday.  One of the ambulances broke down 
and Saturday always keeps them busy," Mr. Carlson said.

Paul, a paramedic I know came up just then.  I hadn't noticed him because 
he wasn't in uniform.  He was working a little overtime just for this 
session.  He had a cart with the training kits.  One was a bracket 
mounted to a floor stand.  We set that up while we worked out our 
lessons.

"You show them the kit, simple dressings and oxygen.  Stress the call for 
replacement.  I'll show the defibrillator.  Your chest is already ready.  
After that I'll talk about the heavy meds."

A large, overweight woman was standing nearby.  It took me a moment to 
remember the school nurse without her uniform.  I was glad to see someone 
else who could help with the hands-on part of the training.  I introduced 
her to Paul.

"That stuff about the meds bothers me.  There are too many unqualified 
people around.  Let me say a few things about who's allowed to do what," 
the nurse said.

Mr. Carlson clapped his hands and directed everyone into the stands.  He 
introduced the subject.  He pointed out that several people are around 
who wouldn't be because of complete kits like these.  One of those lucky 
people and someone with training and experience are from right here at 
Lincoln.  He introduced me and gave due credit to the lifeguard training.  
Paul and the nurse were introduced next.

I started with a closed kit and showed how it went into the wall bracket.

"See how it's tamper resistant?  The side that opens is at the back.  
Those tabs and slots only let the kit go in one way.  It's hard to get 
out, too.  I takes a pretty good smack on the bottom to pop it out.  You 
have to really want it.  If you don't get a chance with this one, try one 
in your own area.  It makes noise, too.  There should be a plan to 
respond.  Someone using the kit could need help, or it could be a 
mischief maker.  Watch," I said loud enough to be heard.

Even with their attention on the kit, the bell startled most of them.  I 
went through antibiotic ointments and bandages of different sizes.  I 
told some funny stories about what parts of bodies need bandages of what 
size around a public pool.  One thing the stories did was make me 
believable.  They got it that I have some experience.

I got out the oxygen bottle and pointed out that it was for short term 
use - only until the paramedics got there.  After any use at all, it was 
to be replaced.  That's easy.  All they have to do is call downtown.  I 
told what oxygen is for in emergency treatment and showed how to put the 
mask on someone.  I went into the variable assist valve and how it can 
help.  These would be part of the hands-on experience.

Paul covered the defibrillator and told how I saved Nikki with it just 
this week.  I blushed and showed my nipples again.  He pointed out that 
those are not targets for the electrodes.  He stuck those on me in the 
right places.  They don't go directly on boobs, but any bras have to be 
moved out of the way.

Paul went into the heavy meds for pain relief, heart stimulation, 
emotional trauma and drug overdoses.  The nurse pointed out that trained 
paramedics and medical doctors were the only ones permitted to use the 
heavy stuff and then some of them needed a doctors approval by phone or 
radio.  She also said that any time a treatment happened in a school, 
there were forms to fill out.  She said she would do the forms at 
Lincoln, but she could only do that if teachers kept her informed.

We had all the students  spread out on the gym floor in six rows of 
pairs.  We made sure every man had a woman partner - for a reason.  Paul 
got out six oxygen bottles and masks.  The three instructors walked 
between rows watching two at a time as students put masks on each other.  
They got to try valve settings on themselves to see what they did.

Paul showed everyone that the practice defibrillators have the shock 
chargers removed.  They still work as EKGs and go `beep' when the shock 
button is pressed.  Here's why we paired the men with women.  Paul told 
the guys they'd have to learn to move the women's clothing and put the 
electrodes in the right place without her help.  Yes, he was talking 
about bras.

"Remember, gentlemen," I admonished.  "They'll be doing it to you next 
and we can put the shockers back in."

Mr. Carlson and Miss Forester were a pair.  They both scowled at me.  I 
think they had different reasons.  He pulled her top up off her breasts.  
Mr. Carlson whispered, "Sorry" when Miss Forester winced.  She was lying 
on her back and tried to use her arms to corral the melons.

Each student got a set of electrodes so they could see how the protective 
covers had to be peeled off and how they would stick on someone's body.  
Everyone got to see their own EKG, too.  Some of the women were reserved 
and embarrassed.  The men were all adult and business-like about it, so 
everyone learned what we expected.

The crowd dwindled away by four o'clock.  Lots of people thanked me for 
helping.  My blush and nipple action didn't stop for a long time after 
all the compliments.

I walked home and hit the shower right away.  Now my hair is curled into 
a mane around my face, I have a little eye makeup and my good strappy 
sandals and shiny clutch purse are ready.  I even have a tiny gold choker 
chain around my neck.  That's pretty much the way I was on Labor Day.  
Yep, I look spectacular again, and this time I actually have boobs.

I'm finishing this journal entry because I'm hoping I won't be back until 
tomorrow.


Chapter 23.  Saturday Night


The limo picked me up first.  The driver seemed to be prepared for naked 
passengers.  He was courteous and efficient without acting distracted at 
all.  Dan was next.  The limo parked at the curb outside the Allen's 
gate.  I got out to ring the bell.  The gate opened and Dan came walking 
out.  He'd been watching for me.  He was down and soft when I first saw 
him.  He smiled, looked me up and down and started getting hard.  Some of 
that may have been from the smile I returned or from the way I shook my 
tail.

The kiss we gave each other was no little peck.  We wrapped each other 
tightly and gave each other a lot of tongue.  He even grabbed one of my 
boobs right there on the street.  His cock came up hard between my legs 
and pressed against my pussy.

I was feeling the hug, kisses, sore boob and a lot of wonderful Dan when 
the neighbors' gate opened.  That couple from the window pulled out in a 
bright red Jaguar sports car with the top down.  They waved to us.  Dan 
let go of my breast and waved back a little.  I gave them a big friendly 
wave.  Dan wondered about that.

While we were getting into the car, Dan asked, "No sex?  You don't look 
like you've been laid today at all."

"You got it.  None all day and I didn't miss it.  That great time last 
night must have been satisfying," I said.

That limo has room for ten people.  We sat so close that we took enough 
space for one.  We kept snuggling and kissing all the way to the 
O'Connell's.  I'm glad I didn't wear lipstick.  It would have been on Dan 
and not me by then.

Dawn and Shawn were supposed to be at the O'Connell's.  All four came out 
naked.  It looked like Dawn and Emily had done each other's hair and 
makeup, and done a good job.  The boys were soft, but the girls didn't 
look like they'd been aroused recently.  Were the boys nervous or had 
they taken care of themselves?

Bill and Melissa were at Bill's.  They obviously just fucked.  They way 
they pranced to the limo, they weren't embarrassed about that at all.  
All the boys were naked except for dress shoes and black socks.  The 
girls had well done hair, just a little makeup, jewelry and shoes and 
purses for the evening.  The conversation was about the day's exploits.  
I surprised everyone that my exploits at the karate studio and school 
training didn't involve sex at all.  There were some giggles about Miss 
Forester and Mr. Carlson.

So far it was going just like I planned.  Our limo met the other one in 
front of the tallest downtown building just before six.  The seniors and 
juniors had a bigger limo.  Twelve of them were in a car with room for 
16.  The drivers opened the doors and we all got out.

Now it was going better than planned.  Everyone came naked!  The 
participants introduced us all to each other.  Amy's date was just who 
she said - Taylor, president of the chess club.  Yep, he's ready for his 
week.  I didn't know Rochelle's guy, Randel with accent on the `el,' from 
McKinley.  He's sure cute and they obviously like each other.  The 
running back, Ed, brought Sharon, a senior at Lincoln.  She gave me a 
warm smile and acted only a little nervous there in public.  The 
quarterback, Charlie, brought a girl who looked very nervous.  He 
introduced her as Virginia, a student at Bleeding Heart.

The restaurant is on the top floor.  We all got in the elevator together 
and it was quite cozy.  I think that was Dan's cock in the crack of my 
ass.  I wiggled and teased, so it thrilled whoever.  Mom was at her 
station in her evening gown.  It's one of very few with a high neckline.  
It stretched skin tight around her, over each boob and down to her waist.  
One side is split from there to the floor so she can show off most of one 
hip and all of one leg.  She greeted the naked elevator load with a huge 
smile and a little mischief.

"Ah, the Fionda party.  Nice to see so much of you all,"  she greeted and 
some of us blushed.

She turned to a busman there and instructed, "Towels in all the chairs of 
room three, please."

She turned to a guy in a tux with a big key ring around his neck, "None 
of this party is old enough.  Don't even offer it."

The sommelier nodded and some of us looked disappointed.  I was a little 
disappointed, but didn't really expect to get wine right under Mom's 
nose.  Things were going well enough without it.

"The banquet room is almost ready.  This way please," she said and 
started to lead us through the restaurant.

The manager, Jose, noticed and hurried to step in front of her.  I smiled 
at him.

"You know we can't have naked people in here," he said.  "Require them to 
leave at once."

I was crestfallen.  I've known Jose for years and he has had a stick up 
his ass, but I didn't think it was that straight.  Jose walked away and 
went toward a small table by one wall.  He was talking to the couple 
there like he was being apologetic.  The guy at the table gave Mom a 
"Wait a minute" hand signal.  Jose started looking worried, then 
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So here's where Dad and the Program come together in a way I can't gloss 
over.  That's who was at that table - Dad and his wife, Laura.  "Exactly 
where Dan lives" is so impressive to Mom because its next door to Dad.  
The couple waving from their window and from the sports car?  Dad and 
Laura.

He was a highschool senior and sowing his wild oats with the best looking 
professional in the state - Mom.  Mom may have had fourteen years on him, 
but didn't look it.  I've seen pictures of her.  She's always looked 
young and beautiful.  Her figure is just what a highschool guy would be 
attracted to.  By the time Mom had to stop working because her pregnancy 
showed, he was off to a summer job then college.

I was four when the suit against the pharmaceutical company came to 
trial.  They tried to spread the blame by attaching paternity suits.  
They went after Dad.  The court didn't let them, but he did find out 
about me and the chance that I was his daughter.

By then, he had found and married Laura.  Her family had quite a 
reputation around the state.  They run the largest chain of banks.  Some 
say that the capital to start the first one was withdrawn from other 
banks at gunpoint.  That family had to live down the reputation of that 
wild generation.  There was a lot of pressure and a few disownings in the 
two generations before Laura's.  They don't put up with peccadilloes at 
all.

Dad could get away with it now that he's independent in his businesses.  
Back then, he was getting started on money from her family's banks.  Even 
now, it would be disloyal to her and them for him to claim me.  Dad and 
Laura both saw this bright, even precocious, cute little girl in court 
and in private later.  I was outspoken and a little worldly.  I knew 
about drugs, professional women and to duck when I saw a gun.  Mom made 
enough money when she could work, but that was only when she could find 
someone she trusted to take care of me.  Dad and Laura got the idea to 
support us, but wouldn't have it tied to that trial.  Dad's been great 
and Laura has been totally amazing.  I owe them more than the support.  
There's no way I'm gonna blow it with her family.

Dad's businesses have grown and prospered.  He owns the limo company, the 
air service, the messenger service, this and several other buildings and 
the TV station.  He must have been the little bird who told them about my 
birthday.  I never did wonder why Lincoln was chosen for the TV exposure.

His most important business at the moment was the restaurant.  I really 
think Mom clued him about our reservation and set up poor Jose.  He 
`invited' Jose to sit with them and did all the talking.  It was quite a 
chewing out from the look on Jose's face.  That's when Mom showed us 
through the main restaurant into the banquet room.

I've told about Dad and Laura's reactions - their pride - this week.  One 
more thing happened at the restaurant that I want to tell in the 
protected section.  My cell phone rang while we were waiting for our 
food.  I was embarrassed that I hadn't turned it off.  I hate when those 
ring at times like that, but this time it worked out.  It was Dad.

"Hi, Pam," he started.  "Do you think it's a good time to introduce us to 
young Mr. Allen - properly that is?"

I squealed with excitement at that thought.  Dad invited the two of us to 
sit with them for a few minutes.

"Dan, come with please.  There's someone I want you to meet, at least in 
a different way," I invited.

The low hum of conversation and clinking of utensils on plates stopped 
when we walked through the restaurant.  Only some of the people broke 
their stares.  We got smiles from them.  I got a scowl from Dan when he 
saw where we were going.  He didn't get it yet.

Dad had two extra chairs and wine glasses at their table.  He poured us a 
little wine and looked at me.  Laura and Dan were expecting me to do 
something, too.  I took the cue.

I quietly said, "Dan, you know them as your neighbors Mr. and Mrs. 
Weston.  Mr. Weston is my father.  That's confidential.  Can you keep it 
to yourself?"

Dan nodded his agreement and shook hands with Dad and Laura.  We sipped 
the wine while Dad told us how much he thought of Dan and the idea of our 
being together.  We all blushed at the deep pile of compliments building 
up around that table.  

"You'd better get back to your guests, Pam, but I have one more thing.  
I'm picking up the tab here and for the limo, including tips.  Don't 
worry.  I can afford it for my kid," he surprised me again.

Two blushing red naked teens, one with nipples as puffy as they can get, 
caused another stir around the restaurant when we went back to the 
banquet room.

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"It'll be fine, everyone.  This way please," Mom announced.

She led us through the main dining room of the restaurant to one of the 
banquet rooms.  Twenty naked teens got lots of stares and some smiles, 
but no complaints.

Someone at one table we passed near whispered, "You remember her.  That's 
the group that's been on TV so much this week."

The banquet room table was arranged in a square with space for six on a 
side, but only twenty places were set.  There were cards at each place 
with one of our names on them.  Amy and Rochelle did get it about the 
personalization.  Some checked the menu and almost stopped breathing.

"Pam!  Have you seen ...?" Emily whispered holding up a menu.

"Order what you want.  It's covered by that award check.  Don't worry.  
We're not having drinks or wine.  Those can make it really expensive 
here," I answered to everyone.

The head waiter for that room took our orders.  Steaks were the most 
popular - medium size filet mignon for most girls and huge t-bones for 
the guys.  With no food since lunch, I went for a t-bone.  Shrimp 
cocktail appetizer, then soup and whatever drinks we ordered arrived 
promptly.

Talk started off about program events.  There was less contact between 
grades farther apart.  Freshmen wanted to know about the senior's week.

"We heard about your exploits all week.  At least we were discrete," Amy 
teased.

"Don't let the name or the school fool ya.  The program won't happen at 
the Catholic school.  That doesn't mean that everyone there is gonna stay 
dressed or chaste.  I wanna know about the seniors' weeks, too," Virginia 
said with a hard look at Charlie.

Ed and Charlie told relief stories.  Ed told of oral relief while Sharon 
blushed.  He didn't have to tell us who gave him the blowjob.  Virginia 
prodded Charlie until he mentioned a few hand jobs.  Rochelle confessed 
to one of those with a look meant to reassure Virginia that it was just 
relief.

Taylor told about strip chess, the final forfeit and thanked me for 
plugging the club in the pep rally.  Amy didn't react much.  They may be 
only casually dating.

Sharon got a little more serious when she asked whether couples could be 
partners.  She said she would have made a great partner for Ed.  I 
thought they tried with mixed success.  They got a direct hit with 
Melissa and Bill.  They were working on old news with Dawn and Shawn.  I 
told them that couples should be chosen together if both of them 
volunteer and ask for each other.

Stories and talk of the Program lasted through dinner.  There was a salad 
with a cart load of dressings.  The steaks were great and came with tasty 
vegetables and potatoes, all so lightly seasoned that they taste like 
what they are instead of the spices.  The dessert cart had pies, cakes, 
ice cream ready to dish out and loads of toppings.  We finally got a dish 
of mints for each couple.  Some held their stomachs, rolled their eyes 
and said they couldn't take even a little mint.  Dan and I shared one.  
No, we didn't break it in half.  I put it between his lips, then kissed 
him.  The mint melted on both of our tongues at once.

We were finished, even overstuffed, and out of the banquet room before 
eight o'clock.  The juniors and seniors went by limo to whatever they had 
planned.  We of the younger set went to Dan's.  He opened the gate and 
the limo went around the circular drive to let us out at the door.

Karen and Dave were there and swimming already.  None of us were ready 
for that much activity.  We decided on card games around the table by the 
pool.  We pulled up all the lounge chairs because they had room for two 
of us to snuggle on.  There weren't enough of the big chairs, so Dawn 
volunteered to sit on Kelly's lap.

Melissa gave Bill a nudge and he sat the long way on a lounge.  The back 
was part way up.  What came next went like they'd done it before.  
Melissa straddled him and sat on his lap with her back to him.  He leaned 
back and she leaned forward with one elbow on the table.  Her other hand 
guided Bill's cock into her vagina.  They stayed coupled and stayed in 
the conversation and card game - except for the occasional gasp when 
Melissa got just the right stimulation.

A little later, we thought Melissa got a really good hand.  That wasn't 
the case.  She came.  They stayed coupled together after her first 
orgasm.  Bill got off with her second.

We were all impressed.  Karen must have thought things were moving along 
well.  Dave was completely shocked.  We were all stimulated, too, 
including Dave and Karen.  The rest of us started feeling frisky.  We 
paired off and spread around the deck and went at it.  Dave was shaken.  
He stared at everyone and got very hard.  Karen knows how to take care of 
that.  She led him to one corner and invited him to do what he was 
inspired to do.

Dan actually got the lube jelly from his room and started on me by the 
pool.  I perch on top and start the stretching.  His kisses and strokes 
went with the nibbling my pussy did on his cock to get us both aroused.  
The others' squeals, shrieks and moans didn't distract us.  They even 
helped get us more into it. Most of them finished doubles while we were 
still getting him in me.  

My screaming started about when Dawn finished her triple.  I was 
squirming and wriggling all over Dan.  His hands were roaming around my 
boobs, back and ass.  I only felt them for a little while because I got 
that explosive, continuous orgasm I often get from Dan.  It lasted a long 
time and they told me I was loud.  Dan got off sometime in there and my 
orgasm finally ended.  All the others were staring at us.

"Told ya.  It's a slow start and it's worth every minute," I told them 
when I could talk.

We took turns in the poolside shower, then jumped in.  We played tag and 
games with balls.  No, not the boys' balls.  You know what I mean.  We 
girls had it easy.  We were feeling perky after the sex while the boys 
were dragging.  Dave and Karen led the next round of sex after about an 
hour in the pool.  

She gave him the challenge, "If you can catch me, you can have me."

She made it easy and got what she wanted.  The rest followed their lead 
to the mats on the deck.  Dan got on top of me this time.  He still took 
a while to get in.  We were in full orgasm when the others finished again 
and we were the center of attention when we recovered enough to notice.  
By then we were cuddling in each others' arms and kissing deeply.

"That's not just sex, is it?" observed Emily when we were going back to 
the table.

I gave her a sheepish grin and shook my head.

The way things go in that neighborhood, any noise is acceptable until 
midnight on weekends.  We had made our share in the water and out.  
Midnight happened and we started to be quiet.  Dan and Karen got some 
drinks and snacks.  We all had some drinks.  Dave and Karen had all the 
snacks.

Dave's father came for him about one o'clock and the others decided it 
was time to leave.  Dan got his Dad's seven-passenger SUV to take the 
rest home.  He was right that I didn't want a ride.  Karen and I sat 
around talking until he came back.

"That wasn't much of an orgy.  All your relationships are growing so 
close, there wasn't any partner switching," she observed.

I agreed with her and used Dan and myself as an example.  That started 
her.  She leaned forward, put her elbows on the table and looked me in 
the eye.

"So I've noticed.  Do you think you're woman enough for my brother?" she 
challenged.

I mimicked her pose, met her glare and answered, "More than enough!"

"I think so, too," she said with a smile.  "He complains about women not 
wanting to do it twice with him.  Here you did it twice in front of us 
all.  That alone makes you way enough for him."

The talk went to other pleasant subjects like volleyball while we waited 
for Dan to get back.  When he did get back, Karen gave both of us little 
goodnight kisses and left us alone.  Dan picked me up and carried me to 
his bed.  He gave an exasperated sigh and left.  He came back with the 
lube jelly that we'd left by the pool.

Dan applied the jelly and got me soo excited.  I was wriggling, groaning 
and moaning when he got on me.  It was a while since our last fuck, so it 
took a while for him to get in.  I let him go slowly even though my body 
was ready to start the screaming.  That happened soon enough.  Afterward, 
Dan said that the screams and bucking were getting a little weaker.  I'm 
thinking three times with him are like a whole gangbang.  The difference 
was how I felt about it with him.  I wasn't giving myself or taking him.  
We were sharing something that made us closer together.

Dan talked after our recovery, "Emily picked up on it, didn't she.  We're 
feeling more for each other than sex and lust.  I know I am.  Pam, I'm in 
love with you."

He went on about our developing relationship and how it could interfere 
with my dedication to the Program.  I was only sort of listening.  This 
guy was declaring his love for me.  I really want him for a boyfriend and 
he's returning that.  The problem is with this love stuff.  Coach Reeves 
pointed out that I'm not old enough to be ready for that with anyone.

Dan was going on about both of us being free to do things for relief in 
class, making PE showers fun for the participants of both sexes and all 
the outreach.  He was setting the bounds of our relationship that were 
almost not bounds at all.  Every hard cock I saw in school would still be 
fair game.  He wants my evenings and my emotional attachment.  I didn't 
answer him.  I just pulled him up on top of me again and started stroking 
and kissing him.

He got hard and broke the clinch only long enough to spread lube jelly 
where we need it.  That fourth time came so soon after the third that he 
could get in easily and quickly.  I got the same wonderful continuous 
orgasm again.  I felt a little warmer and closer to him that time, at 
least for the time I was aware of feeling anything except the orgasm.

Dan fell asleep after that time.  I lay there thinking about what he'd 
said.  We may not be very old or ready for anything long-lasting, but I 
don't want to miss it completely - don't want to miss him.  Dan is just 
too special, physically and as a person.  I don't want to blow my dream 
and my plans either.  I have a hard choice coming - Dan or a professional 
sex career.  I just lay there thinking and crying a little.

Sometime during the night, he got hard again.  I was awake when he 
started kissing me, so I kissed back enthusiastically.  My eager response 
spread to my boobs and pussy, too.  Soon there was lube jelly in all the 
right places and Dan was inside me again.

"Gawd, Pam.  Five times?" he whispered just before I started screaming.

I felt tired when the bucking started.  Even I could tell the screams 
were weak.  I was nearly totaled.  The orgasm was still great.  I felt 
that explosion last as long as Dan did.  It was his fifth time.  He 
lasted.  He told me I had my legs around him, but not tightly.  I was 
wriggling more than bucking and I moaned with my head rolling back and 
forth instead of screaming.

Dan got off and popped out of me, then he managed to roll off me and wrap 
me in his arms before we both fell asleep.  There wasn't any talking to 
get me thinking again.  There was only that warm glowing feeling from the 
lovemaking and the strength of his arms around me.  Yes, I meant to write 
that `lovemaking.'


Chapter 24.  Sunday


I woke up in Dan's arms.  I saw his face and shoulders and only wanted to 
kiss him.  During the kiss, I felt his arousal.  He was still asleep, but 
his cock was as hard as it ever gets - about like that extra stiffness he 
gets just as he comes.  I wanted him and right then.  I made myself use 
the lube jelly.  My own fingers got me wet and excited, but that didn't 
take much.  I climbed on him, lined up and started my lips nibbling.  My 
mouth nibbled at his lips and my pussy nibbled at his cock.  I press 
against his cock, gently spreading myself while he slept.  Yes, he was 
that worn out.

I got him all the way in, started serious thrusting and my gasps were 
about to become screams.  Dan grabbed at me, then started twitching and 
moaning.  The moans came out "Paaaammm."  

He suddenly woke up with a start and gasped, "Oh, gawd.  It's not just a 
dream."

He caught my head and kissed me with all he has.  It was like he wanted 
to devour my face.

He got the name right even with his eyes closed.  It was me in his dream.  
The name, the kiss and the sexy sensation of his cock in my pussy sent me 
over.  My wriggles got really wild and the screaming started.  I was all 
over him again and the feeling of him inside was all over me.

He lasted and lasted even as hard and ready as he was.  He must have been 
really tired out.  I climaxed twice clearly.  After that it got intense 
with continuous pressure on my vagina and clit.  It was one continuous 
orgasm again, and I wasn't watching any clock.  Sometime in there, he 
came, softened and fell out of me.  My orgasm came to a shuddering end 
and everything turned from explosion to glow.  We held each other with me 
on him and just kissed.

I really felt it.  I hope his ears had recovered from the screaming.

"Yes, Dan.  I do love you.  More and more every time we're together," I 
whispered.

We showered and washed each other.  I didn't try to keep from digging my 
fingers into his chest, shoulders and ass.  He spent sooo much time on 
both my boobs.

"I've been fascinated all week with how these are growing.  Can't believe 
they're going so fast.  No complaints.  They can grow as much as they 
want," he told me.

I'm sure glad he likes them.  They were swollen as big as they get, so he 
was getting the full benefit of all that sex.

Dan took me to the kitchen and we got out all the stuff to make a big 
breakfast.  He started on sausage and bacon.  I started on pancakes.  
Karen and Mr. Allen soon followed their noses into the kitchen.  
Everybody was naked.  I could easily see where Dan gets that physique - 
all of it.  I must have been admiring Mr. Allen, read that `staring', too 
much because Karen threw me an elbow when she went by to get juice.

Karen asked over breakfast,  "You say you're naked all the time.  Even in 
church?  We only did that once when we were both in the Program last 
year.  All the teens figured out that it was Program outreach and were 
great with it.  The minister, people and all accepted it, but there were 
enough comments to let us know it was a special one-time event."

I explained that Mom and I don't go at all.  She tried to put religion in 
my life at least twice, but it didn't work.  She tells about one church 
where the preacher and people said nice welcoming things at first.  Those 
proved to be empty words.  They all turned their backs over the next few 
weeks.

The next time, when I was about six, Mom didn't try to reach so high up 
the social ladder.  That preacher didn't let anyone think for themselves.  
He stood up there shrieking about evil and damnation.  He didn't just 
condemn Mom's lifestyle or the way I was conceived.  I knew what the word 
`bastard' means and that I am one.  He was calling me evil.  Mom carried 
me out of there in the middle of the service.

I realized my fists were tight, so I went quiet and tried to relax.  Dan 
said he'd meet the rest of them at church and drove me home after we 
finished eating.  His kiss at the door was everything I could want - 
warm, tender, affectionate and, yes, loving.  I closed the door behind 
me, leaned on it and sighed again.  I hope the church thing doesn't blow 
up on us.

I went to work writing up the excitement of Saturday night and this 
morning in the journal.  That sure got my spirits up and my pussy running 
all over the towel.  Homework happened, too.  I went through the four 
chapters of biology I've been putting off, the two chapters assigned for 
history, a chapter of English just to get ahead and two chapters of 
algebra.  That math is so easy that it's fun.

Mom was up by then.  She peeked in and asked to see my journal.  It was 
as up to date as she expected.  I did a few clicks at the computer.  Our 
computers are networked together.

"There.  It's in the shared directory.  There's hidden stuff.  The 
password is ******** with a capital *," I told her.

I started puzzling over the hotrod club transmission program and got into 
it so deeply I wasn't watching the time.  I had the details of my changes 
written out when I heard Mom in the kitchen.  She was sizzling hamburgers 
and I was sure ready to eat one.

"So now you know what it's like wakin' up in a guy's arms," she started.  
"You got that thing all the way in while he was sleepin'?"

"Well he was a little worn out by the five times we fucked before that," 
I answered.

"Keep braggin' and see what happens to your hamburger when my imagination 
runs away," she cautioned.

"Mom, did you notice?  We said it - the L word," I said.  "He said it the 
other night.  I remembered it well enough to quote him in the journal, 
but it didn't hit me.  He gave me that big speech when we were lying 
there.  He left no doubt that he loves me.  I thought it over and even 
cried a little.  I feel it.  I feel the same.  I told him this morning.

"Mom?  How can a girl approach this sex stuff in a professional way with 
a wonderful guy like Dan throwing in all these emotions?"

She took time to chew and swallow, but mostly to think.  She knows me and 
what I've been after all summer and all this week.

"Pam, you've been thinkin' about a life where you have lots of wonderful 
sex and get paid for it.  The sex you've had so far has been good, hasn't 
it?" she asked and I nodded.  "How many guys crammed it right into you 
without getting' you wet?  You like cuddlin' with Dan.  How many guys got 
right up afterward with maybe just a kiss?  That's how it is a lot of the 
time and why workin' girls call it work.

"The way you're goin', you have all the choices and me behind you for any 
of `em.  You're strong enough to work with your hands.  You're growing a 
great body and you're cute enough to work with your pussy.  You're smart 
enough to work with your mind.  I've done all three.  You can have a good 
life workin' with your hands, but not great.  You can make more workin' 
with your pussy, but not all that much more and it's not always that much 
fun.  Workin' with your mind pays more and puts you in charge after a 
while.

"Lemme tellya.  Jose decided it's time for him to retire last night.  I'm 
the restaurant manager startin' tomorrow.  I'll have to work a little 
longer every day, `specially if I still want to be out front showin' off.  
That's my choice `cause I'm the boss now.

"You're gonna be so proud when you earn a scholarship.  You should feel 
secure, too.  Your Dad and I both have college covered for you.  You'll 
be able to do anything you want and you'll be good at it."

I gave her a congratulatory hug and gushed over her promotion.  I also 
fed back some stuff about working with my mind.  The way I like learning 
and figuring things out, that could work.

"Besides, that way you save your pussy for your lover and his giant 
cock," she concluded.

She got more hugs.  I felt so much happier about her and my choice.  Yes, 
I'd made up my mind during this little Talk.

With my getting lost in the programming and her late-shift schedule, we'd 
had a late lunch.  It was nearly three.  I checked out with her and gave 
her another kiss `cause she'd be at work when I got back.  I walked a 
couple of blocks, caught a bus and rode to the medical center.  The lady 
at the information desk pointed me at Nikki's room.

Nikki was lying there with her bed cranked up so she was almost sitting.  
She had wires for an EKG and respiration monitors stuck to her bare 
chest.  She was paying attention to how low her covers were sliding.  She 
had pushed them half way down her thighs and the rest of her was bare, 
too.  The obvious point was to give Tommy a great view.  Yes, he was 
there visiting.  She was talking about her chest, so that's where he was 
looking.  He kept his mind on the conversation and said a lot of 
encouraging things to Nikki.

They both greeted me.  Tommy said goodbye to Nikki and kissed her.  The 
way their mouths moved, they were both getting some great tongue action 
in there.

"Huh?  Tommy?  Steve?" I asked after Tommy was clearly gone.

"Pam, don't try to keep Steve and Brooke apart, please," she started to 
answer.  "I know you were looking out for me, but Steve will feel better 
if I don't have to dump him.  He was way too needy and clinging.  The 
Program just gave him another excuse.  I really like Tommy better.  We 
have more in common.  He's a little slower getting to the physical stuff.  
I think that's sweet and way more mature.  He's actually better with my 
body - more comfortable with it from handling me in cheers.  He'll be 
ready to do it when my chest is better.  Did you see the hardon bulge he 
just had?  He stayed polite and interested in more than my naked body.  
He's the one I really want now."

"Gotcha, Nikki.  I might even encourage Brooke, but I won't mention 
Tommy," I promised.  "I'm really here to see how you're doing."

"Oh, I'm just wonderful.  They let me dial in my own painkiller drip.  
They set the concentration so I can have this wide open.  I do that to 
sleep.  I want to be alert around visitors, so I put up with a little 
hurting and don't move any.  The problem is my lung.  It's still under 
some pressure and keeps collapsing like yesterday after supper.  I've 
learned what it feels like and can put on my own oxygen mask and start 
inflating.  Dr. Switerlitz is thinking of surgery to fix the loose ribs," 
she told me.  "You gotta know how much good that first shot of oxygen and 
the boost did.  I can't thank you enough."

She showed me the oxygen mask beside her pillow with the valve set for a 
little boost.

"Heather and Tommy told me about the cheerleading uniforms, how cute they 
look and what they do to girls.  They also said how you helped the squad 
get ready for them.  That's what I'm doing like this," she said.

"Oh?  I thought it was to seduce Tommy," I joked.

"Well, it's working on him as much as it is getting me ready," she 
replied.  "I hear they have Britney getting used to it, too, but she 
doesn't know it.  You might wanna look.  They're in a ward a few doors 
down the hall.  They had to operate on her for internal bleeding.  Now 
she's lying there unconscious and naked in front of the boys.  They're 
naked and the nurses all laugh at how the sight of Britney gets them 
hard.  The arousal irritates their rashes, so they go right back down 
again.  They're up and down all day without getting off.  I hear that the 
drugs in their system restrict the choice of painkillers they can have.  
They one they're getting doesn't do anything for itching."

I told Nikki she'd have plenty of time to get ready for the uniforms.  It 
only took Heather a half hour to love it.  Nikki's Mom came in, met me 
and gushed thanks all over me.  That got her the blushing nipple pops.  I 
mumbled some awkward excuse, gave Nikki a peck on the cheek and left.

I walked down the hall to the ward.  I stayed outside and just looked in.  
The stoner boys' beds were lined up along one wall facing the TV.  They 
were naked and had red rashes all the way up their legs, on their hands 
and forearms and most importantly, all over their genitals.  They were 
all strapped down.  They had leather straps around their ankles, wrists 
and hips.  They couldn't scratch themselves or even wriggle against the 
bed that much.  They had IVs going.  Those must have been the 
painkillers.  They were also shaking and shivering.  That could have been 
from withdrawal or from the itch.

Britney was lying on her back in a bed right under the TV.  She was naked 
and strapped down, too.  She had just as much of a rash as the boys.  The 
TV was playing a ten-year-old G-rated movie about a teenage girl trying 
to get started as an ice skater.  Which do you think the boys were 
looking at?  Asshole's cock was up hard and all red with poison ivy rash.  
He strained at his straps, but couldn't get anywhere.

"Hey, guys.  How hot is Britney?" I was so bad.  "Her perky boobs are so 
firm they stand straight up.  Check out that mound, too.  Wouldn't you 
like to be slamming your cock into that?"

Asshole's cock was going down by then, but the others went straight up.  
They all moaned and strained at their straps.

"Have fun," I finished and waved to them.

The bus let me off a couple of block from home and I started walking.  
Dan drove by coming from my house, did a U-turn and stopped.

"Hey, gorgeous.  Just looking for you.  Tried to call, too," he said from 
the car.

I checked my phone.  Yep, still off from the hospital visit.  I told Dan 
about that while I was getting into the car.  I also noticed that he was 
naked and soft.

Dan asked, "How about some supper and some more outreach - not as fancy 
as last night, though."

"Great and I am getting hungry," I answered.  "Do you think you could 
arrange for my pussy to look freshly fucked ... you know ... for the 
outreach?"

"Don't know," he equivocated.  "You have me so worn out from last night.  
I even took a nap this afternoon."

That attitude and the softness didn't last any longer than it took me to 
get my mouth on his and his hand on my boob.  He drove me the rest of the 
way home and we fucked twice.  You know how those went by now, don't you?  
The overwhelming explosive sensation did all the usual stuff to me both 
of those times.

We showered and he drove us to a popular restaurant.  He was soft again 
and looking tired.  I leaned over to him, cupped his package and kissed 
him.  When we got out of the car, we both looked ready for sex.

He spent most of the suppertime going into the boundary stuff again and  
talking about how he didn't want to tie me down.  My response to the 
Program and how I helped make it great for others is a big part of what 
attracts him.  He did still want all of me outside school.

"... but I don't know, Pam," he said with a grin that let's me know it's 
a joke.  "You're awfully high maintenance, at least you were last night 
and this evening."

"If I do relief in school or do a guy in the PE shower, you can depend on 
two things.  First, it's only about the Program.  Second, I'll only do 
that stuff when there aren't any other volunteers.  Okay?  Outside 
school, you already have all of me." I responded.

I guess he liked that answer.  He paid as quickly as he could, drove us 
home and carried me to bed.  Tired as he was, that was another great lay.  
When the fucking and some cuddling were over, he mumbled something about 
biology homework.  I didn't distract him too much in the shower and he 
left by eight.  I hated to let him go, especially since my homework's 
done.  That left me with only this journal and a little web research 
later.  

This ends my Program week.  I'm supposed to look back at those goals from 
last Sunday and see how I did.


>> First and most important, I must lose my virginity.
Check!  In the first fifteen minutes, no less.

>> Then I'll have lots of sex.
Check!  All over the place.

>> I want to impress the teachers and earn their respect as a good 
student.
Great start and still working on it.  Hey, they picked me for the Program 
committee.

>> I will grope and be groped.
Check!  Gonna do more groping to all the other participants now.

>> I want to make the volleyball team by playing well, not by being tall.
Check!  Varsity, no less.  Not so sure about the captain thing, but the 
rest of the team accepts me on varsity.

>> I want to learn lots of ways of doing sexy things.
Check!  Learned to do it with my vagina, hands and mouth on men and 
women.  Don't really care if I ever take it in the ass.

>> I will keep up swim team as I did all summer.
Check!  Elite team, no less, with the special performance suits.

>> I want the reputation as the school slut for doing it with lots of 
people.
Don't think I got this and don't really want it anymore.

>> I will be nice to everyone and still be popular.
I tried ... I really did.  Just ask the cheerleaders and hotrod club.  I 
can't help it if Britney, Asshole and those stoners didn't accept me.

>> Did I mention a lot of sex?
Yes, I believe I did.

>> I want to set a healthy example for Program participants to follow.
Check!  With an award, no less.

>> That means having lots of sex, doesn't it?
Yes, I believe it does and I hope the rest of the Program participants 
have as much fun with it as I did.






Comments to geffo3@yahoo.com

Thanks, Geffo
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