Alandra Naked in School - Wednesday
June 26, 2008 – 1:27 amAuthor: Tenyari
Part: 3
Universe: Naked in School
Keywords: exhib, voy, naked, ff, mf, viol
Summary: School troublemaker Alandra Cabrera finds herself forced
to attend school naked after she is drafted into a new sweeping
social program.
Copyright: April 29, 2004 - all rights reversed.
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY
This story is based around the Naked in School series. See the
Monday chapter for information on finding previous episodes in the
series.
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I woke up early Wednesday morning, to find the batteries dead
on the dildo. Oh well, that was no surprise. I couldn’t remember
if it was in me when I fell asleep or not - I doubt it - but it
was on the floor when I woke.
I looked through my drawers, trying to find something to
wear. Everything felt confining - a weight on my shoulders, a pull
against my legs, and itch here or there - that sort of thing. So
instead I just went out into the living room and sat down. The box
to the game the twins were playing was still out; something called
“Tenyari’s Tale”. According to the box you played a redhead who
woke up in a strange world - trying to find out who you were and
if you really belonged or not. I don’t know why she was naked, but
it seemed to be part of some new ‘ND-X’ teen label - nudity and
sex. Go figure, the Program was even invading video games. I
flipped on the TV to see some naked newscaster telling me it would
be a little colder today outside. Well fuck, I still couldn’t
figure out what to wear - none it felt comfortable.
Remembering something from my reading last night, I went to
check Pa’s pills. We always kept them in a little day divider. No
skips, no days missing. Not in either set. Still I figured I’d
watch when he got up to make sure.
That got me thinking - so far this week I’d been doing all my
homework. I never did shit like that. Well, I did most of it, but
still… I guess this Program was working in one way - I didn’t
want to get called up and be the stupid naked chick in front of
class.
There was mail on the counter, still unopened - a letter from
Social Services that might be important. I looked on the calendar
we kept by the fridge; an appointment with Samantha Thursday. How
long had the letter been there? Opening it, it was pretty much a
reminder. Fuck it Pa, you gotta stay on track of this shit. The
rest of the mail didn’t seem important so I just pushed it aside
for a bowl of cereal.
Rosa came in while I was eating. “Shit Alani - you gonna keep
strutting ’round like that?”
“Fuck off Rosa… Eat something will ya?” I said. “Here.” I
passed her the cereal.
“Pa bought milk?” she asked.
“No stupid, it’s from my own tits!” I said hefting them up,
and she made a face like she believed me. “It’s in the fridge…”
Rosa poured a bowl and sat down. “You went to bed early last
night.”
“Long day. This Program shit wears you out.” I said.
“Looks fun to me. You shoulda seen May in the halls
yesterday…” She said.
“I heard…” I said.
“I can’t fuck’n belief it, she used to just sit there.” Rosa
said.
“Shy May… Not anymore I s’pose.” I said with a giggle.
“Hey…” Rosa began.
“Yeah?” I said.
“What about you? That stuff got you psycho yet?” She asked.
“I ain’t been fuck’n ’round if that’s what you mean, but it
does get you worked up.” I said. “What’s with this new video
game?” I pointed to the living room.
“I think Manuel likes it more - it’s mostly T’nA” She said.
“No shit. I saw it last night.” I said.
“The graphics on that get pretty real.” She said, poking a
finger through a hole she made with her other hand and giving me a
dirty smile.
“Program shit.” I said “It’s gett’n into everything.” I
finished my bowl. “Your up early.” I said.
“You woke me up. ’sides, maybe I can get past Manuel’s save
in the game before school.” She said, heading out to the living
room.
I figured I should shower and get ready. I thought about May
while I was in there, but then a song came on the radio and I
thought about Pa. It was some old song from the 80s. Culture Club,
I knew the band ’cause Pa liked them a lot.
We love and we never tell
What places our hearts in the wishing well
Love leads us into the stream
And it’s sink or swim
Like it’s always been
And I keep on loving you
It’s the only thing to do
When the angel sings
There are greater things
Can I give them all to you
‘Victims’ was the song’s name. Pa said it was about AIDS -
‘fore anyone knew why everybody was dying so fast.
“Hey, you fuck’n off in there?” I heard Rosa call in from the
living room. I’d slammed my fist into the shower wall - the song
made me think about things we tried to ignore. I waited till the
water washed away my tears before getting out.
“You ok?” Rosa asked when I came into the hall. Manuel was
standing there in his underwear, just waking up.
“I was thinking about…” I said, looking down the hall past
them.
“Oh.” She said. I think she’d heard a bit of the music, cause
she just left back to her game.
“What?” Manuel asked. “Hey you done in there?” he said.
I waved him through.
“Put someth’n on dammit. You look like some kinda slut.”
“Fuck off Manuel; I don’t need your shit right now.” I said.
I went into my room and sat down. It was still pretty early, but I
got my bag ready and looked outside - slightly overcast, the news
bitch was probably right.
“Damn Rosa, you’re kick’n my ass in this thing.” I heard
Manuel call out a few minutes later. I just sat on my bed
thinking.
Pa was still asleep when I left. I opened the door. “Shit,
it’s cold.”
“Yeah well, so the naked slut says.” Manuel called back.
“Fuck you twerp, get your ass to school.” I said, going back
to my room. I got a coat and put it on, along with some sandals -
stuff I could drop easy enough. I picked up the dildo, shrugged,
and wore it like Ms. Magante did - on a waist chain. Maybe I could
get some batteries before school. When I stepped out again the
twins were already a block down. I didn’t bother catching up. I
ran into Rick and Rubin at the corner some of us all met up at
before school.
“Yo A.C.” Rick called out. Looking at my tits he added; “I
see it’s still hang’n well.”
“Hey guys.” I said.
“You looked pissed.” Rubin said, handing me a smoke. “Twins?”
and he nodded his head down the block where they were walking
away.
I shrugged. “Not really, only kinda.”
We walked for a bit, then Rick said “My sister gets on my
nerves sometimes…”
“Hey how’d it go last night?” I asked Rubin, remembering he’d
had a date with some chick we ran into over the weekend.
“I fucked the bitch and her friend Gina.” he said.
“Damn,” Rick said “How do you do it?”
Rubin shrugged. “Been getting easier since this Program
kicked off.”
“You gonna see her again?” Rick said.
“It’s just pussy.” Rubin answered. “Like I give a shit.”
“Hey!” I said; just as the wind blew open my coat.
“Not like you A.C., you’re… you know what I mean.” Rubin
said.
“She does have a damn fine cunt though.” Rick said, cupping
his hand over my pussy where the coat was open.
“Hey…” I said again, shooting fake daggers at them with my
eyes. They both shoved me around a bit, and I punched Rubin in the
arm. It’s good to have a crew like that; my mood was a lot better
by the time we got to school - even if I felt my clit was gonna
freeze off from all the times my coat blew open. We did manage to
hit a ’stop and rob’ on the way there and get a set of batteries.
I got a spare set as well - never know…
We didn’t meet up with Marcy till just before we hit campus.
Everyone followed me to the south entrance. We were still a little
early, but in time to see May’s first fuck of the day. Some guy I
didn’t know was doing her doggie style on the lawn, despite the
cold. I think he was a junior and also in the Program - he looked
kinda familiar. Ms. Magante was just watching them along with
everyone else. There weren’t any other teachers or staff around.
“Oh… yeah, fuck me man! Harder!” May called out as we
walked up.
“Yo what up May?” I said, acting like nothing was going on.
“Shit…” Rick said, adjusting his pants. “You gotta stop
making me think of you as a pussy May.”
May tossed her hair back. “It’s fuck’n cold guys - we had to
warm up.”
I laughed. May always made sense in some twisted sort of way.
“Figured I’d just keep the coat till we had to go in.” I said.
“Fuck that” The guy said.
“No… Fuck this!” May said, pounding back at him. “It’s a
lot more fun.”
“Oh shit yeah!” He yelled, cumming in her. He pulled out,
thanked her, and got up, going over to his own crowd and high-
fiving a buddy as they all laughed.
“Ah man… I didn’t cum yet.” She said as she rolled over and
began working her pussy with her new dildo - worn just like me and
Magante’s. “Damn battery died last night.” She added.
“Here.” There went my spare batteries. “Mine kicked out last
night, left it on after I fell asleep.”
May looked tired. “Sleep? Oh yeah… I didn’t get to sleep
till 3 last night, when it kicked out on me.” She paused in her
ministrations to put in the batteries.
“Your parents didn’t say anything?” Rick asked, casually
watching her work her pussy.
“I think I need to get laid again.” Rubin said, looking
around for ’stray cats’ as he called them lone girls that were
easy pickings. Rubin always said ‘guys try to talk each other into
getting laid, but girls try to talk each out of it go for the
loners’. I’m not sure, but he might’a been right I didn’t really
start getting laid until I started hanging out with the guys, even
though it wasn’t them I was fucking.
“Fuck… Her parents?” Marcy said. “They probably watched;
the whole family together, all naked in the living room.” May just
smiled back. Thing was, Marcy was probably right. I know May’s mom
worked nude, and her parents had some kind of ‘modern
understanding’. If Rubin was looking for pussy, he could probably
get it there - not that he ever would.
We saw Kevin coming up the alley about ten minutes before
bell and went to meet him. “Yo Kev’, I need to drop my coat in
your car.” I said, and we all wandered off the school. I put it in
the trunk, along with Rubin’s smokes and my sandals. “Shit! Let’s
get inside. My nipples are cold.” I said. They were sticking out
like acorns, and about as hard. The guys watched as I tried to rub
some warmth into them.
“Not that cold.” Rick said.
“You’re not the naked chick.” Me and May said as we got our
bags, went through the metal detectors at the gate again, and ran
back to school.
They wouldn’t open the main door yet; so we sat around for a
few minutes outside, watching people come in. This was the part
where the naked kids tended to put on a show for everyone and
people had all kinds of requests - but it was cold and even May
was giving people hard looks before they got too close. Instead
she sat in Rubin’s lap and let him wrap her in his coat. I did the
same with Rick. Kevin and Marcy huddled in to help us stay warm.
The bell hadn’t rung yet so fuck the Program rules. We learned Ms.
Magante had at least one item in her wardrobe - a trench coat
which she didn’t bother to close in the front.
“What’re they gonna do in winter?” Marcy wondered.
“Fuck if I know. I hope I don’t get picked then.” Rick said.
A lot of the freshmen nudes were getting felt up - not tough
enough to stare people off in the cold. I saw Ricky from the halls
yesterday fingering one of the girls. He had a talent for that - I
think word was spreading. “I don’t get it.” Rick said in my ear.
“Most guys have to chase a girl down to do an ‘RR’ on her, but
they line up to chase him down.”
“Who would you rather get a blow from, Jenny Larson or Mary
Blyne?” I asked.
“That’s a no brainer.” Kevin called over.
“Yeah no shit, give me Jenny any day.” Rubin said.
“Well that little geek’s our Jenny.” I said, pointing to
Ricky who at that moment was ramming his fingers into the freshman
girl hard and fast. For her part, she was reduced to gasping
squeals and leaning on him for support. “That’s probably the best
cum that little girl’s ever had.” Rick was going to have a little
wet stain on his pants… watching that was getting to me.
“What? Ricky? Damn that kid knows to work it. Slow when it
needs to be slow, fast when it needs to be fast. Hard or soft - he
just seems to know better than my own hands,” May said.
Just before bell some kid got it in his head to fuck around
with us. He grabbed my bag and made a run for it laughing. I was
on my feet in seconds as he ran for the west gate. I heard Ms.
Magante call out behind me as I followed him. Whoever he was, I
was just itching to pound him into the ground. Fuck the cold, I
was hot with anger. He got almost to the gate, laughing his little
punk head off and teasing me with the bag, when Harrison came
around the corner with a teacher I didn’t know and stopped him
cold. I heard the first bell ring.
“I’m not late.” I said to Harrison.
Harrison just took my bag and dropped it there, then grabbed
the kid and hauled him off with a look at me. “You’re lucky I was
here.” He said, and not to me. Harrison knew the drill but the
freshman punk didn’t. “Do me a favor - forget his face.” He said
as he passed me by.
“Who’s face?” I said. We both knew I could outrun that kid. I
was just waiting for the gate. Off school grounds I could beat the
kid into a pulp - and as long as nobody called the cops, the
school couldn’t do shit.
Wouldn’t be the first time either. Harrison tossed the kid
loose outside the south entrance and continued walking in. “Turn
up the fu… the heat in here Mr. H.” I said, as I passed by
Harrison on my way in the main door. “I’m gonna freeze my nipples
off…”
He just looked around for a second then said; “Oh.”
I heard Ms. Magante add from somewhere behind me “That’s a
good idea, we can’t have any Program kids catching colds.”
I actually did manage to get in to class before the last
bell. May and Rubin were waiting for me just inside, and we walked
to class together.
So we all saw her together. Fatima was dressed almost like a
normal teen. No long dress, just jeans and a long t-shirt. Not the
kind most girls wore that showed off your belly, but a tuck in.
She still had a head scarf on though.
“Hey…” May said.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I said, and she looked at the ceiling.
“No. Why’re you wearing that?”
“Father found the book I bought. My uncle and he had a
fight.” Fatima smiled. “They made a compromise. Uncle’s the older
one. My brother and I get to take Arabic class.”
“You’ve got a brother?” Rubin asked.
“He’s only ten.” She said. “Uncle also said we need to live
more like Americans. We need to learn to be comfortable here, but
without giving up who we are. Father says we shouldn’t give up
anything, that any change is too much.” She looked at her clothes.
“Uncle won.”
“Well it’s nice, but those jeans barely fit you.” I said.
“My cousin’s.” Fatima said.
From there study hall was just study hall, till I noticed her
wince when she moved in her chair. I raised my hand. “Don, we need
to go to the bathroom.” I said, pointing to me and Fatima - who
looked confused. Mr. Jackson, Don, had been trying to find a good
angle on May’s cunt. I’d caught him watching and he knew it, so it
was no problem getting a set of hall passes. “Come on.” I said,
grabbing her arm.
“May, spread your legs more…” I whispered as I left. She
just grinned, catching on quick.
“Ok. What’s going on?” I asked when we got in the restroom.
“I don’t…?” she began, until the door started to open.
Some kid peeped his head in and I said; “It’s closed.”
He started to come in anyway, saying “I think I may have a
request.” As he looked at my clit ring.
I shoved the door on him. “It’s closed.” I said.
I heard something about ‘bitch’ on the other side of the
door, but I ignored it. I just stared down Fatima with a hard look
till she broke. “I… My father…” She began, before turning her
back to me and lifting her shirt. I saw bruises in long lines.
“Fuck…” I said. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know… Uncle talks to him. Says it’s not like the
old country, he can’t do this anymore. Uncle says they’ll take me
away.” She said.
“They will. You tell anyone this shit and you’re history.” I
said. “Fuck!”
“You shouldn’t say that word…” She said as she lowered her
shirt.
I laughed. “You think your uncle can deal with it?”
“It’s getting better, but when he saw the book he was
furious.” She said.
“But, I thought it was your holy book? Like a Bible?” I
asked.
“Yes. But he feels it’s heresy to translate it. He’s very…
traditional…” She said. “Uncle stopped him, and then they went
to talk.” She looked me over and continued “They chose to send us
to school to learn Arabic, but also let me keep the book. Uncle
showed my father his own translated copy. He says we can’t expect
people here to understand us if we don’t translate our book for
them.”
I nodded. “Makes sense. My Pa says they used to do mass in
Latin, people just came and did the rituals, but nobody really had
any understanding or real faith.”
“Father says he never needed the words diluted. He feels we
should only hear it as it was written.” She said.
“Yeah, well, you can find Catholics who still think that
too.” I said “But it don’t do anyone any good unless you know
Latin. Or Arabic I guess.”
We went back to class. Figured I’d tell May later, and she
had the sense to let me.
After class the gang split in the hall. “Hey, can you pose
for us?” The voice was familiar; I turned around to see two guys
and a girl. The guys were dressed normal, but the girl had one of
those oval cutout shirts to leave her tits out. “It’s me, Calvin.”
The familiar voice said, and then I recognized him as the boy with
the greasy hands who’d cleaned up on Tuesday. Today he was clean
again, and he smelled like vanilla perfume. I guess I really got
to him.
I assumed the standard ‘Program position’ with my legs
slightly spread and my hands up behind my head to push out my
tits. “You get that at the mall?” I asked the girl.
“Yeah, isn’t it nice?” She said, as she lifted up her
breasts. Calvin’s other friend put a hand on each of our breasts.
“You’re both so soft.” He said. “Wow. They feel so
wonderful.”
“If you think that’s cool, get a load of this.” Calvin said,
as he ran a finger through my slit, then into my vagina.
“You don’t mind?” The girl asked.
“It’s the Program.” I said, holding my position but cocking
my hips forward. “You can wear that?” I asked her.
“Can I touch it?” the girl asked. “The dress code lets me go
nude; I figure this is less than that.”
“Sure, I don’t mind.” I said. She wasn’t like Jennifer. She
looked more like a girl who’d never seen another girl’s pussy up
close. She reached down and spread my labia, then looked in close.
“Wow.” She said, “I didn’t know it looked like that in
there.”
I had to giggle at that. “You’ve never used a mirror?” I
asked.
“No.” she said, putting a finger inside to trace along it,
causing me to shudder.
“What’s this for?” Calvin’s other friend pointed to the
dildo.
“Oh…” I sighed. Then to the girl; “well, give it a try; get
to know your own pussy.” Then I got an idea. “Invite them along.”
I dropped my hands to point at Calvin and the other boy. “As for
that, it helps a girl get ‘relief’.”
“I think that Program lady has one.” Calvin said. “What do
you do with it?”
I wondered if these kids had brains. “Put it in me.” I said,
not meaning it as a command, but the girl took it that way. She
took it from the other boy and pushed it up against me. “Gently,
you’ve got to work it in.”
“Oh.” She said.
“Haven’t you ever…?” I began, then realized she was just as
inexperienced with her body as these boys were.
“You mean like this?” She ran it along me -gathering wetness-
then slowly slid it in.
“Oh… Yeah… exactly like that.” Then the first bell rang
for next period. “Shit. Well guys, gotta get to class.” Break
between classes was a little longer this year, but we couldn’t
just stand here forever. We broke apart and I ran for Civics. I
think Magante would’ve been proud to see that encounter.
It was time for Civics with Mrs. Jacobs, and I didn’t even
bother sitting down. I was a little late so I just went up to her
desk and she just smiled and patted down a spot for me to sit.
“Don’t make a habit of it Ms. Cabrera.” Was all she said about my
tardiness.
“I got held up on an ‘RR’.” I said.
“‘RR’?” She asked.
“One of those Program ‘Reasonable Requests’.” I answered.
“Oh. Ok.” She looked me over, then added; “Well I wanted to
go over last night’s reading. But first, it looks like Ms. Cabrera
has supplied us with another topic once again.” Mrs. Jacobs picked
up the dildo hanging from my waist chain. “Oh!” she said, dropping
it. I grinned as she went for a tissue. “I… see…” she said.
“Yeah; ‘RR’.” I said back with a giggle. “Unfortunately they
didn’t finish.” The class broke out in laughter.
“Well… Class, what do you think? Seems we have two
questions. First, do you think this ‘toy’ serves as a violation of
the nudity Alandra is supposed to be adhering to? Second, should
Program activity be allowed to interfere with class time - such as
Alandra being a little late due to a student’s request?”
A girl in the back raised her hand and started in with “I
think it’s disgusting, and it’s not jewelry or a bag or anything I
remember reading as allowed. Unless she uses it to store a
tampon…”
At which she was interrupted by a bunch of boys calling out
“Ew…” and “Gross…” or “That’s sick…”
“Class let her finish.” Mrs. Jacobs said.
“I think she means that unless it was some kind of case to
hold things I needed, I shouldn’t be allowed to wear it like
this.” I said.
“Yeah…” the girl in back said.
We discussed that for a while, with most of the class feeling
I was in violation, until Kevin pointed out that Ms. Magante wore
one. After that everyone was unsure.
As Max put it “Doesn’t she basically represent everything the
Program’s about? If she wears one, I just don’t know.”
“She even uses it during school, on herself of course.” I
said.
“Are you sure?” Mrs. Jacobs said in surprise.
“She told me so.” I said. “Look, if she tells me to take it
off I will, but until then it stays right here.” I said, holding
it up. I noticed it had managed to dry.
“Well yes, but it does pose an interesting question on the
details of rules. As you can see class, a lot of times a rule
might seem clear but get confusing in actual practice.” Mrs.
Jacobs said. “Now about my second question, should Alandra, or any
Program participant for that matter, be excused from minor
violations if the only reason it happened was following another
rule - such as with the Program’s ‘Reasonable Requests’?” She even
wrote that one on the board.
“Kevin, can you write that in my notebook?” I asked, getting
down long enough to kick my bag over to him - he was sitting in
the circle facing me; ‘cunt’s eye view’.
Max raised his hand and said “You know, half that so called
Reasonable stuff isn’t at all reasonable.”
“No shit…” I said, then saw Mrs. Jacobs raise her eyebrows
at me and said; “Uh, I mean, like yeah. The stuff I get asked to
do seems pretty wild.”
“And it’s getting worse.” A boy in back I didn’t know called
out.
“People are fuc… um, screwing in the halls.” The girl from
before said. “It’s just gross.”
“Yes well, the Program does seem to be escalating.” Mrs.
Jacobs said. “But that’s not our question.”
“So on the rule thing, I don’t think you can just say it. I
think it depends.” Kevin said.
“Couldn’t she have told them she had to go to class?” Max
said. Thanks Max…
We sent that question back and forth for a while, and I was
pretty sure I’d get busted for being late at the end of it, but
Mrs. Jacobs never put a tardy mark by my name, instead she thanked
me for providing the discussion. Go figure.
We actually did get to talking about the reading. So I guess
doing my homework wasn’t a waste. Especially when I found she was
making sure I said something on every question.
We talked about the nudity laws, and their supposed
Constitutional background. After the ERA passed there’d been a
challenge in several states over different dress codes - how men
didn’t have to wear shirts but women did. Actually that had
started years before, and supposedly even in the 1990s women could
go topless in states like New York - even though most of them
neither knew about it nor desired to. With the new law, there was
a segment that strove for rigid equal standards, and they sort of
lost control over their own movement. In short order the
challenges went to grounds of self expression and even freedom
from religious laws. So now women had somehow ended up with a
supposed ‘right’ to be nude, but men had been clamped down upon as
a ’sight offensive and harassing’ to women. Kind of a liberal
backfire against another liberal faction.
Kevin raised his hand at one point. “I’m sorry Mrs. Jacobs,
but that’s just complete bullshit. If we’re equal in the law now,
we should be actually equal. This men and women are different crap
from those Program Liberals is just f’d up.”
“Well… I’ll excuse the language Mr. Douglas, this time;
’cause I understand you’re emotional over this. Perhaps we should
look more at the whole idea of different but equal.”
She went pretty far into the past on that one. Before the
1960’s separate but equal had been the word of the day to keep the
races apart. Everyone had believed it bullshit then, and
personally I thought it bullshit now. “Perhaps in time this case
of it will go the same way that one did.” She added.
The Program Liberals had argued the difference was provable -
just look at basic biology. I could understand that if you needed
to account for pregnancy or someth’n, but not on a social issue.
Mrs. Jacobs said; “Society has long found the female form to
beautiful, but the male form to be shocking and even ‘dangerous’.
Even as women were oppressed it was felt to be because of that
beauty.”
I had to raise my hand, and being right next to her on the
desk I pretty much just spoke up “But, isn’t this doing the same
thing? I read last night that some women even have to go naked now
like in stores. That just seems like oppression all over again.”
“Yeah…” Kevin said, and a bunch of boys gave him nasty
looks. “I’m just saying, sure I like it; but A.C.’s right.”
“And what about this relief crap?” I asked. “I get pretty
worked up like this, being on display and getting ‘handled’
everywhere I go. Boys like Ray in my writing class get to get
their rocks off and use class time for it. Me, I gotta suffer.”
“Yeah, it’s not fair!” A girl I think named Brenda called
out.
“I’m telling you, I could use a good fuck right now.” I said.
Mrs. Jacobs thought for a moment, then pulled out some of her
literature. “Well according to the teacher’s guidelines on the
Program,” They got separate guidelines? I had to get my hands on
that; “the desire is to get you girls worked up. It says that
we’ve done a lot to repress female sexuality in past, and the
Program felt that forcing up tension levels while denying release
would create something of a breaking point in the participants.”
“That’s fucked up.” I said. “I mean… sorry. ‘Bout the
language. It’s still fu.. it’s not right.”
“Well as ‘f’d up’ as it might seem to be,” she began “it does
seem to work. We’ve had several cases of girls loosening up their
inhibitions quite severely as a result of Program participation.”
And then she went in for the kill “Just look at the first set
of participants - some of them went on to be quite wild. I believe
one even went in for a ‘group activity’” Interesting wording I
thought, why not just call it a gang-bang. “And don’t you have a
friend?” Don’t go there Mrs. Jacobs… “What’s her name?” She
looked at a memo of some kind. “Ah yes, Ms. Mei Hua Qian I
believe?”
“Don’t even…” Kevin started, looking mad.
“You talk’n bout May?” I said. “Shit, you people are passing
notes on her? You think it’s a good thing that a girl has
absolutely no thought to who and when she fucks?”
“Damn…” Max said, and I could see drool forming in the back
of his mind.
“You stay the fuck away from May.” Kevin said to him,
although we both knew it was pointless. May had lost control, but
I don’t think we even thought about it until that moment.
Mrs. Jacobs looked a little shamed; I guess that’s why she
let us get away with the language.
Something occurred to me “It’s like a drug.” I said. “What’s
she gonna do when she can’t get a fix?”
Mrs. Jacobs said “Well, that’s the goal of the ‘New Great
Society’; at least as far as what we’ve seen so far. I guess some
of you take issue with it.” She was standing next to me, and where
nobody could see behind us she squeezed my hand. I guess she
understood - she just couldn’t risk her job by admitting she had
the same concerns.
Discussion continued, going to other aspects of the Program,
but I could see me and Kevin both weren’t paying as much
attention. Mrs. Jacobs picked up on it too - and went easy on the
questions she sent my way - only asking stuff I could answer
without thinking.
As we all left after the bell she called for me to stay a
moment. “Alandra; I’m sorry. I thought…”
“Why? Don’t we have any privacy?” I asked.
“We were told you were all proud of May, and her
participation.” She said.
“What the hell’s going on?” I asked.
“Here.” She handed the memo over. I looked at it; it was Ms.
Magante talking about the successes of the Program, using May as
one of her examples. “You didn’t read that, understand.”
“Is it really like that?” I said.
“Thirty one teachers were ‘let go’ in the district last year,
all for disputing the Program. We just lost our wrestling coach
yesterday morning. I don’t plan on being next, even if I agree in
his case.” She said. I gave her back the memo.
Fucking Civics class. It was amazing stuff, but it always
spooked the shit out of me.
In the hall of course, I got assaulted by the usual sea of
hands. Naturally being the only one spooked at this time of day,
everyone else was horny, touchy, and demanding. I got felt up good
and hard, then they discovered what the dildo was for, and how to
turn it on, and I was done for. If I’d not been so wound up from
Civics class I might have had my game - I might have been able to
put a stop to it, or at least take faces for later. It may be an
‘RR’ this week but that didn’t mean I couldn’t kick your ass at
the mall next week.
But that wasn’t to be. Not only that but I could see Ms.
Magante watch as she passed me in the halls - a feral smile on her
face. At least that’s how I took it.
By the time the bell rang I was seconds away from my third
cum. I ran off to Creative Writing, feeling like an angry bitch in
heat.
And I ran right into Ray outside the door. I pounced on him.
Ray’s dick in hand, I pulled him into the room whispering
something to the effect of “You need relief.”
“Looks more like you who needs it.” He said back. I just
turned and smiled, he didn’t look like he had any objections.
Sandra was already there, up front waiting for him to get in,
I wasn’t about to give that bitch a chance to get what was mine.
“I’m going to help Ray with his relief again today.” I called out.
“Ray?” Mr. Turner asked. Ray just shrugged with a smile,
looking down at the hand that held his cock - my hand. “Well then,
as soon as the bell rings.”
“No fuck’n way! It’s my turn.” Sandra said. I started pumping
Ray’s cock to better claim my prize - but not too fast as I had my
own needs in mind.
“It looks like the matter has already been decided, Ms.
Beckett.” The teacher said. She looked mad; I could see a fight
coming, but not now. She took her seat.
I let go of the dick I had hold of, sat on Mr. Turner’s desk
and spread my legs wide. I could do splits, so I got them all the
way out there as I pushed my hips forwards. “I think you know
where that belongs.” I said, pointing to Ray’s cock.
There were gasps from some of the other girls in class, and a
few boys were like - “no fuck’n fair man, that’s hella wacked.”
Mr. Turner spurted something about going too far, but I told him
to check the pamphlet.
Not that I was about to wait or anything - most guys can
barely last more than a minute or two; but with a five minute max
I wasn’t going to gamble on Ray. I was in this for me and I wanted
to cum on that dick. As soon as he was close enough I grabbed his
ass one handed and pulled him in, then quickly slid his cock where
it belonged with my other hand.
Once I had him in me discussion was over. Ray’s dick took
charge of the situation and he started stroking away. “Fuck
yeah…” I said. “Make me cum…” I needed it bad, after that run
through the hallway. I was pissed off, turned on, and in need of a
release of my own.
Ray picked up his tempo, grunting into me as his hands came
down to run tenderly along my hips - which felt absolutely
wonderful, like he was guiding the sensations in my pussy up my
body. I moaned and shut my eyes briefly, content to be finally
getting fucked after three days running around naked.
“Ms. Cabrera, this relief is for Mr. Williams not you.” I
heard Mr. Turner say. I wanted to flip him off and say as much,
but I just grunted in tempo to a shove from Ray.
“I think he’s doing well enough;” someone in the class called
out to mixed chuckles and giggling.
“Why the black guys get all the fine chicks? Shouldn’t be any
niggers in the Program…” I heard from somewhere else. Black? If
I remembered right Ray was only a quarter African American. He was
lighter than me… I looked up but couldn’t place the voice;
otherwise it would’a been ass kicking time after school.
“I want to know who said that.” Mr. Turner said in a hard
voice, but no hands went up and nobody was about to tattle. “As
for you two, three minutes left.” He said, looking down at Ray’s
cock pushing into my pussy. He had a longing look on his face, and
I almost lost my build up when I imagined not Ray, but Mr. Turner
in his plaid suit and combed over hair pounding into me. But then
I looked up and saw Ray’s green eyes glazed over, and those wiry
muscles and strong abs flexing as he worked my pussy with his
cock.
I pulled my legs in from the split and wrapped them around
Ray. “Come on Ray; shoot it in me, nice and deep. Get it all the
way up me.” That would get him going; guys went for shit like
that.
Then he reached down and touched my clit. Or more precisely,
he gently tugged and diddled my piercing - sending me up and over.
I’d hit my plateau, and I was riding it for all I could. I
screamed out my release as I came on his cock. I could feel the
contractions in me tugging on Ray, and that sent him over. “Oh
fuck!” He called out as he shot a load of his cum deep inside me.
We still had time, or so I guessed, so Ray kept pumping in me at a
slightly slower pace as he calmed down. When he pulled out he
turned around to the class and said; “Now that’s what I call
getting relief.”
I stood up and most of the class clapped and cheered. Only
Sandra had a scowl on her face, and she wasn’t the voice I’d heard
earlier. Several people had their hands down under their desks
working away, and even Mr. Turner was adjusting his pants. I
sighed and got off the desk, but I paused in front of Sandra
before sitting down. I reached into my pussy getting my fingers
nice and wet with Ray and my juices, then flicked it in her face
and said “This was you wanted?” I sat down, feeling a lot better.
Sandra however looked furious.
I don’t think the class ever really recovered from that
moment. Everyone was pretty distracted and while Mr. Turner tried
to talk about some short story project he wanted us to do almost
everyone was just looking at Ray, Sandra, and I with hunger in
their eyes. Maybe giving and getting relief like that wasn’t such
a good idea after all, though it sure was fun.
At the half hour he put us in the same groups we’d had the
day before, and told us to talk about what kinds of stories we
liked to read. Everyone in my group was talking sex, and hands
kept wandering over my body from anyone close enough to reach -
whether I was looking or not. They’d back off anytime Mr. Turner
looked our way, but otherwise I got felt up pretty good.
Not that I really minded. After fucking Ray I had a strong
calming mood going through me, and all the hands just felt
soothingly sensuous. They started in my cunt and tits, but even my
legs, arms, and back got something of a massage. I kind of felt
like a cat being petted - I guess I’m a pussy after all. It really
helped me get past the spooking I’d faced in Civics. Near the end
of class I was just sitting there almost purring with a smile on
my face as Mr. Turner passed back our writings from Tuesday.
I read the notes he made as I left. He said I had potential
and seemed to understand structure, but that I needed to get my
homework done at home, not in class.
Go figure huh?
After that it was off to gymnastics - fortunately not
wrestling today. Sandra and I both had the same class twice in a
row, so we kind of got stuck in the halls together.
“Bitch.” She said, “he was mine today.”
“I didn’t a see a signup sheet taped to his dick.” I said.
“’sides, you’ve got Handy Henry.”
Coming out of the building to cross the alley we heard a
slapping noise, only to see Ricky Montico sitting on the bench by
the gym with a naked freshman bent over his lap. Not the same one
as this morning, although that girl was standing next to them. He
was spanking her!
“What the fuck?” I said - then saw the look on her face as he
went for her cunt with his free hand.
The other girl called out “Come on, it’s my turn Jenny…”
“You got him this morning.” Jenny called back as we passed.
Ricky looked up to check us out.
“Who’s your friend A.C.?” He asked.
“This bitch?” I said, but Sandra stopped to chat as I made my
way inside.
Melinda was already there, standing between all the
gymnastics guys and getting into her birthday best. “You don’t
have to be on this end.” I said, grabbing the cock of a boy next
to her just as he stepped out of his clothes and idly pumping away
at it.
“You kidding?” She said. “I wouldn’t miss this for the
world.” She reached over and put a hand on my clit, lightly
brushing my piercing. “I, uh, saw you at the mall last night.”
“Oh?” I dropped the cock and looked at her “Why didn’t you
come over?”
“Um…” She let my clit go and thought, “Well, your gang was
all there, and I…”
“We won’t bite. Well, May might, but I have a feeling you’d
like the way she bites.” I said.
“Yo you ain’t gonna finish me off?” Some cock with a guy
attached to it said.
“Hey we’re having a conversation here.” I said, still keeping
me eye on Melinda as she finished undressing. “Hey can I put this
in your locker?” I offered my bag and the dildo I kept on the
waist chain. She took the dildo with wonder, and tossed it and the
bag in with her stuff.
“You’ve gotta let me try that out later. May’s your Chinese
friend right?” She said.
“Yeah,” I said; “that’s May.”
“Let it go Mark” someone, I think one of boys who’d diddled
me in the shower yesterday, said. “She’ll be good for it later.”
There was a pause, then Mark said. “Sure. No offense, catch
ya later A.C.”
“No prob.” I said, then to Melinda as the boys walked off
“Guys always think it’ll fall off or something if they can’t cum.
Ready for Gymnastics?”
She laughed. “Sure. It’s not really my thing, but I’m game if
it’s fun.”
“You’ll like it.” I said, as we went into the gym.
Ms. Moore called roll from two lists, I learned Melinda’s
last name was something like Nogas - she told me she was Polish
when I asked later. Sandra was late, and got busted for it. She
looked freshly fucked though, so I doubt she gave a shit. Ms.
Moore gave a speech on gym safety and proper use of the equipment.
She assigned some of the kids who’d been in gymnastics before as
regular spotters for the equipment and various exercises.
“Is that the girl who..?” Melinda started.
“Sandra Beckett. Yeah, she’s trying to start shit with me.
Didn’t know she’d been in gymnastics before.” Ms. Moore had just
picked her to be a spotter on the uneven bars for the next couple
weeks, along with some girl named Carly I didn’t know.
“What’s up with that?” Melinda asked.
“Got me.” I said. “She’s got some kinda Program complex going
- want’s to be super slut or something.”
“Better watch out on the unevens.” She said.
“If she tries shit, she’ll get what’s coming.” I said. “Me
and my crew’ll fuck her up good.”
Ms. Moore has us do stretches, and then went through some
basic goals of gymnastics. I got a lot of looks helping Melinda do
splits. She talked about developing posture, strength, endurance,
balance, and a bunch of other shit. Then she had all the girls
line up at the balance beam and put the boys on the mat around it.
We had to walk across and back over the beam with our arms out
while she noted our balance and made corrections. I got through
easy, but Melinda fell halfway back and was caught by some of the
boys who’d been told to spot us and keep anyone from getting
hurt.
“OK that’s enough of that; let her go now.” Ms. Moore said to
the three guys who’d caught Melinda and decided it was time for a
thorough inspection of her injuries. Not that I think she’d
bruised her tits falling on her butt…
“Aw, do they have to?” Melinda said, getting up. I rolled my
eyes; I needed to introduce this girl to May.
The guys did do a good job of spotting though all those
naked girls walking above them sure got their attention. Not that
it was any different when they had their turn on the beam. As for
Sandra, she went across the beam perfectly, and did a flip of some
kind coming off. Her need to show me up there won over her desire
to fall into the arms of the boys below.
Ms. Moore, in what I guess was an effort to get us ‘into it’
did her own walk on the beam, and fell into a hand stand with
splits halfway across, rolling out of it to stand on the beam
again. Wow, that was pretty cool I guess. When she did the splits
every guy in the room and half us girls locked eyes onto her cunt
which was spread wide open even if way above us sitting on the
mat.
When class was over we hit the showers. Just like last time
most of the class split apart by sex, but a few of us hung out in
the middle. Sandra, Melinda, me, and a few other girls along with
twice as many guys. Most of them were acting kinda creepy…
Sandra let Mark take her from behind doggie style while she
leaned towards the shower wall. Henry grabbed a new girl for the
day. Melinda and I took one of the gymnastics boys who wasn’t too
top heavy and put him on the floor. I rode the saddle while she
sat on his face.
We were close to a drain and I could see somebody’s ‘mess’
stuck in the grate. “Ew…” I said.
“Guess we’re not the only class gett’n it on.” Melinda said,
though since we had lunch after we had more time.
Ms. Moore walked right by it all and didn’t even bother to
slow down. She just called back “Have fun kids, I’ll see you all
tomorrow.”
“Oh… hmn… shit yeah.” Sandra called out in orgasmic
response. I guess we really wouldn’t get busted for this kind of
shit; cause Ms. Moore just giggled back from somewhere down the
hall. I’d have to take PE again in the spring.
Melinda kept moving close to me, and once I was really into
it riding that cock she reached across and went to town on my
breasts. “Oooo, he’s got a good tongue.” She said. What the hell I
figured, and matched her. I even let her kiss me tongues and
all. That was weird, as I’d never tongued a girl before. Maybe May
was on to something…
I had a brief thought of keeping Melinda for myself, but let
it pass quickly. May would love to meet a girl like this, and she
was cool enough that I could handle hang’n with her too.
I think the dick we used went by the name of John or
something. Whatever, we’d see him in class tomorrow. He’d probably
want a repeat, and I’d probably let him now and then for class
at least, as long as he didn’t get any stupid ideas about
ownership.
At the locker I grabbed my bag and put my little waist chain
back on. Melinda looked at me, looked at her clothes, and then
said “Fuck it” tossing her skirt in her bag and leaving the rest
behind.
We walked out nude together. I invited Melinda to go with us
to lunch, figuring on introducing her to May. We smacked right
into Saul Peterson as he came running around the hall. A pile of
books with monsters on the covers and funny looking dice went
scattering all over the floor. As Melinda went to help him I could
hear my sister Rosa laughing from somewhere back where he’d come
from. Manuel’s voice followed with “Fuck’n geek. Got him good.”
Saul looked up at us, spooked, then scurried away when he saw
me. Melinda called out “Hey your books!” and he snatched them and
ran.
“What a waste.” I said.
“Him?” Melinda said. “Show me a guy that knows how to use
what’s he’s got and I’ll show you a girl with a strap-on.”
“A what? I dunno…” I said. “Like, some of them…”
“Yeah, like maybe. But him, like give that thing to me and
I’d put it to good use.” She said with a giggle and a gesture.
“He’s a fucking cunt tease, that’s what he is. I hear some
girl actually did try to jump him during his week.” I said, as we
came out into the quad. “Damn it’s still hella cold out here.”
“That was me.” She said as she shivered. “I figured it had to
be good for something. Hung like a freak’n horse and too fuck’d up
scared to use it.” She paused. “Not that I’d like, give up my cunt
for one of those thingies though.”
I laughed. “No shit. Hey, there’s the gang.” She tensed up so
I added; “They’re cool, only May bites but like I said…”
“I’ll like how she bites, yeah what’d you mean by that?” She
said.
We all hooked up and hit the lunch line. I introduced Melinda
just as Fatima came timidly into the line. “She’s kinda like you
May…” I said; looking at the ‘X’ pattern of the arrows May’s had
made out of her pubes. “If you get my meaning…” Rick went and
brought Fatima over to us nobody questioned our letting her cut
in.
May and Melinda took one long look at each other then broke
out into the biggest grins I’d ever seen. It was weird, May almost
squealed and then ran into Melinda’s space and they got all touchy
feely.
“What the fuck is that?” Kevin asked.
I shrugged. “Secret lezzie handshake or some shit.”
“What?” Marcy and Fatima said, but I didn’t answer.
“What’s a lezzie?” Fatima asked. Marcy leaned in whispering
something in her ear and her eyes got really big. She had a look
of pure shock, as if the idea had simply never occurred to her.
“This shit again?” Rubin said as he got to the food. “That’s
three days in a row.”
“What?” May asked, not yet up to the food.
“It’s more of that veggies and tofu they put it in
spaghetti this time.” He called back.
“Man that’s hella fuck’d up.” Rick said.
We found a spot inside and all sat down to eat, save that May
sat in Melinda’s lap actually they sort of struggled over who’d
get to sit in who’s lap, and May won. I figured they’d like each
other but that was just weird. Melinda put her hands idly in May’s
lap, claiming a new toy. “My ass is fuck’n cold.” Melinda said.
“You get used to it.” I said. “Though I wish Harrison would
turn the fuck’n heat up in here. Sticky chairs ‘r what really piss
me off.”
Rick pulled out a bag of M&M’s and gave a chuckle as he
looked at May and Melinda before tossing one down. He passed them
over to May as Melinda said “Hey maybe we M&M’s could use some
R&R.” while looking down at his crotch.
We tensed for a bit, and Rubin said; “Bad news to fuck
friends messes shit up.”
“Yeah but she ain’t a friend.” May said.
“Huh?” Melinda said, with a confused look.
“You’re not a friend, you’re gonna be my bitch.” May said as
Melinda laughed.
“No shit, pass this ass like a good joint.” Melinda said.
“I’ll fuck you all.”
“Where the fuck did you find her?” Kevin said.
“PE.” I said. “They mixed the wrestling class in with us, and
she came along with the pack.”
“It’s like having two Mays.” Marcy said.
“Hey there’s nobody like me.” May said.
“No shit.” Melinda said, grabbing May’s dildo and shoving it
right in the girl getting her to gasp. Fatima paled and moved
behind Marcy. It was gonna be a strange year if these two stuck
around. Melinda pulled the dildo out of May and dipped it into her
own cunt.
I saw the twins in line, but they didn’t come over. They sat
with some naked freshmen girl I only barely remembered from Monday
and took turns hassling her.
“That you’re sister Rosa?” Rick asked.
“Yeah. Her and Manuel on the other side. The girl between
them suddenly stood up and brushed a red spot on her ass. Manuel
looked like he was laughing.
“You’ve got a sister here?” Melinda asked, still dipping the
dildo in and out of her and May.
“Twins. They’re freshmen like Fatima.” I said.
“Damn you two, stop that.” Kevin said, looking at May and
Melinda and shifting his seat. “You three are just too
distracting.”
“What’d I do?” I said. Oh right, I’m naked… I looked and
confirmed what I felt, a bit of wetness.
“Fuck this is too much, I need to pee.” May called out
getting up from Melinda’s lap. She unclipped the dildo and said
“Enjoy.”
“I’ll go with you.” I said.
“Uh…” Melinda began, till Marcy jumped in.
“So, where’s your crowd?” She asked.
Melinda shrugged as May and I walked away. “I transferred in
late last year from Boston. Still getting used to things out
here.”
“She seems to be doing fine.” I said to May as we hit the
hall.
“Thanks for that.” May said, and then went quiet.
“Thanks for what?” I asked.
“For Melinda, how did you know?” May said.
“Know? That she was bi like you? You should’a seen how she
looked at me in class.” I said.
“That I was look’n. We don’t exactly stand out…” She said.
“She said you started it - that you licked her.” May spread her
labia for emphasis, I was caught. Then she added; “I’ve wanted to
try since last year with that rumor.”
“The Program girl and her friend?” I said. There was a rumor
that some girl last year got her boyfriend to do a three some with
her fat friend - but people figured the guy was just there to make
it ‘look normal’.
“I’ve been curious, but you can’t just ask anyone.” May said.
Coming from her that was a shock.
“You might be surprised who else is like you.” I thought of
Jennifer in my metal shop class. “What about last night?”
May shrugged as we passed the first restroom -we never went
in there anymore, not since freshmen year- for one at the end of
the hall. “I don’t know -she just seemed to know.”
“Maybe she saw the way you were looking at the counter girl.”
“Was it that obvious?” She said.
“I was waiting for the two of you to get it on… It was like
you was scream’n it out.” I said.
“Still I can’t imagine you shy to chase a fuck.” I said.
“It’s different; people beat up fags, er gays.” She said,
switching words when she remembered how I didn’t like that first
one. “Nobody gives a shit if I fuck a boy…”
We hit the restroom. “Still… And you two hit it off so fast
I…” I shut my mouth, but the sobbing coming from the end stall
had already stopped - a girl’s voice. May and I exchanged knowing
looks, remembering why I didn’t go in the restroom near the
cafeteria anymore. Rape is a horrid experience. It’s even worse
when everyone takes the word of the school ‘valedictorian’ and his
two friends over a scared no account spic girl who’s already been
in three fights. Course when ’somebody’ stabbed his kidney in the
movie theater while his girlfriend was going down on him a week
later they tried to pin it on me…
This bathroom used to be a boy’s stall before they mixed them
this year - only three days ago. “You ok?” I called out.
“Go away!” a girl’s voice called back, white and young from
the sound of it.
“Fuck that.” I said. “I ain’t going nowhere till I know your
ok.”
“Just go away… You can’t help.” she called back.
“Open the fuck’n stall door before I have to come in there
and kick your ass.” I said.
May added “She’ll do it. Kicked my ass freshmen year for
look’n at her wrong.”
“You remember that?” I said.
“Fuck yea; you gave me a black eye. All I was trying to do
was get in the door.” she said.
“Well you did give me lip.” I said.
May smiled “No shit. Took you forever to come up with a reply
to that.” The stall door opened.
“I’m ok see. Now go away.” She still had her clothes, and
didn’t look beat up. She had a little note in her hands and tears
on her face.
I stepped in so she couldn’t shut me out. She was a blond
white girl, looked like a freshman. “What’s that?” I asked,
grabbing the paper away.
“Hey, I need that!” She said, standing up and reaching. May
played interference as I moved back to read.
“This is one of Ms. Lippmann’s notes isn’t it?” I said. It
looked like the note you needed for the sex seminar, but it wasn’t
signed.
She nodded. “I’ve got bio after lunch. We’re supposed to do
that stuff after she finishes it with the last period class.”
“Yeah.” I said “I’m in that.” I grinned, “You’ll like it, but
you need to get this signed, and they want a copy of your parent’s
driver’s licenses to check the signatures.”
“But I can’t.” She said.
“Is this all?” May said. “You fuck’n wast’n our time over
some note from mommy?” May looked mad. “I oughta fuck you over,
fuck’n baby. Get your ass back to preschool.”
“No shi…” I began, but the girl cut me off.
“No… You don’t understand. My dad won’t sign it either way.
You gotta get it signed yes or no or they hold you back.” She
said.
I shrugged “Why won’t he sign?”
“He…” She started sobbing again. “He wants to film me…”
“What?” May and I both said. I had a picture of her dad with
a camera in the biology class.
“He… wants me to fuck his bowling team, and film it…”
“What the fuck!?” May said.
“That’s hella fuck’d up…” I breathed out. “Look, let’s go
talk to Ms. Magante. I had to talk to her anyway.”
“But I’m not in the Program…” She said.
“We’re all in the Program…” I said. May grabbed her hand,
her need to pee forgotten. But I didn’t want May around when I saw
Magante. “May, go check on Melinda. She’s still scared of Kevin.”
I gave her a look, and she nodded.
We where in the hall - halfway there - when the girl spoke
again; “I can handle it. You’ll just get in trouble…”
“Mandy…” I got her name off the note- “I’ve been in trouble
since I came to this school. You don’t know who I am?” I always
forget that it takes time for a rep to spread to the freshmen. She
was quite until we found Ms. Magante. We got lucky; she was just
leaving her bungalow with a stack of papers.
“Ms. Magante, can we talk to you?” I said.
“Well,” she paused, “Alandra? I’m a little busy right now,
but the office is open for counseling before and after school and
during first and last periods.”
“No, Yasmine.” She was taken back by me using her first name
- students didn’t do that. “We need to talk now.” And I passed
over the note I’d taken from Mandy.
She briefly looked at it and then made to pass it back. “It’s
one of the notes for the sex seminars in biology. I approved them
myself; all she needs to do is get it signed and bring it to her
teacher. I don’t see the problem.”
“The problem,” I began “Is why her father refuses to sign.” I
stepped towards the bungalow. “This should be private.” She got
the hint time to do your freak’n job lady.
I had Mandy fill her in. In short order she had Mr. Harrison
and the police on the way. While at sixteen Mandy was old enough
to consent she sure seemed more than a year younger than me-,
this sort of thing was wrong no matter what kind of spin you tried
to put on it.
“I have something of my own I need to talk to you about Ms.
Magante. I’ll wait outside.” I stepped outside just as Harrison
was making his way in.
“What have you done this time?” He asked.
“Not me.” I said, pointing inside. I sat down on the steps to
the school to wait. There were a few people milling about some
kids came out here for lunch since you only had to cross through
the middle of ‘C’ building. Mostly a pack of semi lost freshmen on
one end trying to figure out who was going to be who’s friend and
a group of black juniors on the other comparing various Program
girls to the character in that “Tenyari’s tale” video game. I
figured they’d get to me soon enough given where I sat, and let
thoughts of that keep me off of thinking about what Mandy was
going through.
A boy or two came by and asked me to pose. I just stared down
the first one of those freshmen, but I’d cooled off by the second
and he had me showing him an up close of my labia and clit ring
when a cop car pulled up. Two women got out and gave us nasty
looks before going into Magante’s bungalow one a cop and I guess
the other a social worker. I flipped off the cop, not caring much
for them Pa called ‘em pigs. Weren’t they in for a surprise…
There was a brief bit of shouting from inside, then quiet.
Twenty minutes later, my patience running thin, the cop, social
worker, and Mandy all came out and left in the patrol car. Mandy
gave me a worried look when she left. Yeah I fuck’d up your life,
but it was pretty fuck’d up to begin with. Way I figured it, even
foster care was better than the deal she had.
Harrison and Magante came out and said a few words as I got
up and walked over. I passed a couple locked in a tender kiss at
the bottom of the steps and wondered if the rules on ‘Public
Displays of Affection’ had changed. Last year you could touch and
feel for the Program, but if you put emotion into it you got
busted under the old PDA rules. Talk about fuck’d up stupid.
I went in as Harrison was leaving. “Should I stay?” He turned
to ask Ms. Magante.
“No.” I said, and she nodded. He gave me an annoyed look but
left anyway.
“Well that was a mess…” She said, looking past me. “Now
that, that’s what The Program is all about.” She pointed to the
couple at the base of the steps.
“She going to be ok?” I asked, then followed her gaze; “It
wasn’t last year.”
“A glitch. It isn’t just about sex you know… We want people
to become more loving.” She paused, then shut the door behind me.
“Certainly not like Mandy’s situation. Social services will place
her, once everything is confirmed. I waived her requirement on the
signature she can pick which herself when she comes back.”
Magante said.
“Is that all you think about?” I asked.
“Watch your tone young lady. The administration has been very
tolerant with you from what I hear…” She said.
“As if… what the hell are you up to anyway?” I said. I
didn’t give a shit what she thought of my tone, or what she did
about it. “I keep seeing you around, you show up at our cafe, and
now I’m hearing announcements about my friends.”
“What are you talking about?” She asked.
“I hear you telling the teachers about May. Holding her up
like some kinda prize. You don’t know shit about May. You don’t
know shit about what she’s going through.”
“Watch your tone Alandra. May happens to be a perfect example
of what The Program stands for. She’s a liberated woman.” She
said.
“Liberated? Fuck liberated. Fuck my fuck’n tone!” I got mad,
and slammed my hands on her desk. She stepped back. “May hasn’t a
fuck’n clue what she’s doing. She’s a fuck’n addict she can’t
stop fuck’n. She could get hurt! She’s got no fuck’n disc…
thought, whatever… She can’t even fuck’n think ’bout who she
fucks. Any boy with a cock and she’s on it. What if she caught
something? What if she gets raped? Where the fuck is your Program
then?”
“It’s impossible for her to get raped if she consents to
everything.” Magante said in a huff.
I just looked at her like she was from Mars. “You’re as
fucked up as she is. What gives you the right to talk about her?
At least she has an excuse. You’re supposed to be the adult here.”
I spun around. Fuck this shit, I was going to storm out of there
and I didn’t care what they did this time.
Only I didn’t get far. May was standing there in the doorway,
and I could tell she’d heard more than enough. “I…” I began, but
she slammed a fist into my gut hard.
Make no mistake, I’m the tough bitch in our gang, but when
May gets into it she can out punch Kevin. I went down, out of
breath and the taste of blood in my throat. “May… you don’t
understand…” I started, holding my stomach.
Magante ran around her desk, but May dropped down to me
first. At that moment I was thinking that if she was going to mess
me over it was her right. I’d violated her as much as Magante
had by not talking to her first. But she hugged me and said “A.C.
… I’m sorry…”
I struggled to catch my breath and said; “No, I deserved
that… But damn May, if you heard. They’re fuck’n with you May,
just like mi Papá always says.”
“Dammit you two… sit down.” Magante said. “And no
punching.” She looked at May. “Too much like me when I was your
age…” I guess that got my attention, what’d she mean by that?
She locked the door and sat on the ground next to us. “Look, we do
mean well… And yes, The Program gets carried away sometimes.”
“Carried away… No shit…” I said. May took me into her
embrace, so that I was somewhat sitting in her lap as she guiltily
brushed over my sensitive stomach.
“What the fuck is going on?” May said. “Why you talking about
me?”
“May, you’re out of control. Do you have any idea who that
guy you fuck’d this morning even was?”
“… Which one?” She said, making my point.
“But Alandra, this is what The Program seeks, Ms. Qian has
freed herself of sexual limitations.” Ms. Magante said.
“Freed herself? The guy who fucked her barely bothered to say
thanks. She was just a hole to him, he laughed about it. No
respect in that shit. How’s she free if people just use her?”
“He laughed?” May asked, looking clearly distressed.
“But isn’t it beautiful that she’s opened herself so much.”
Now that could have many meanings I thought, noting our nakedness.
“She’s even moved on to girls.” Magante noted, as May’s hand had
strayed a little to low and was idly massaging my labia. I let
her, if it kept her cool, with anyone else, at any other moment,
it would have been very sexual.
“Don’t you dare mention that again to anyone.” I said.
“I don’t see why.” Magante said. “It’s such a beautiful thing
for a girl’s sexuality to open up so much.”
“Fags…” May started until I tensed. “Queers get beat up.”
“What?” Magante asked. She was probably wondering who could
possibly kick May’s ass. Or maybe she just didn’t get it.
“We can’t always be there. If they get her alone…” I
started, but I don’t think she was getting it. “Look, last year
they tried to cut it off of a boy in the Program when he came out.
This isn’t California Ms. Magante, you better learn that fast.”
“Cut it…? People should be proud of their sexuality and
freedom of expression. They should revel in it like Ms. Qian
here.” Ms. Magante said.
“Huh… Reality check… Look at the jocks out there.” I
looked at Magante; “You’re so proud, parading May around like some
kind of trophy, but you didn’t pick her for your Program, you
picked me and the others. She’s not your game, she needs help!”
I don’t need no…” May began, but the tears in her eyes told
me she was starting to put things together.
I hugged her as Magante said “I knew all about Mei Hua before
I selected you.”
“You planned this? You fuck’d her, us, up on purpose.” I was
mad, and if not for years of conditioning I would have slugged
her.
“No, not like this. But opening up more, yes.” She said. “I
read your files before I chose you Alandra. I know how shy Mei Hua
used to be.”
“It’s May.” May said.
I got up, pulling May with me. She gave the bruise on my
stomach a guilty look but clung to me. “You’ve got something to
think about.” I told Magante. “We’ll take care of our own, like
always.”
“Like always?” she said, and we left.
“We late for class?” May asked as we entered ‘C’ building.
“Yeah, but I ain’t taking lip for it.” I said. The halls were
empty.
I walked into Metal Shop, ten minutes late. “You better have
a good excuse young lady.” Mr. Carson said. Am I the only person
who hated that phrase? Young lady my fuck’n cunt you asshole.
“Talk to Ms. Magante.” I said, and sat at the stool next to
Raymond.
“You won’t be working with Ray today Ms. Cabrera. Since you
proved so uncooperative yesterday I’m giving you a new partner for
now. Perhaps you’ll learn to get along better with your fellow
classmates.” Un-fucking-cooperative? Cause I won’t suck your
nephew off? I was pretty damn polite to that slime ball
yesterday. He stuck me with Jennifer who was overjoyed to get
me. So that was the game…
Jennifer proved too much for my patience, which was worn
pretty damn thin by Ms. Magante at lunch. Every time I turned
around there was something coming at my pussy or ass from behind.
She even wrapped her arms around me and squeezed my tits. And she
was giggling through the whole thing. When her hands moved down to
my stomach the hug hurt and I gasped. She misread it, and I had
hands in my pussy after that.
Mr. Carson and his nephew just watched the whole thing with
smug smiles. Several of the boys kept adjusting their pants
through the class which mostly had something to do with learning
to safely cut sheet metal. Eventually when no one was looking I
took a sharp hole punching tool and slammed it down into the table
between her fingers. “Oops… I missed.” I said. She was quiet for
the rest of the class, and Mr. Carson kept looking over trying to
figure out why she suddenly started keeping her hands to herself.
When class was over, as I left he said “If you continue to be
uncooperative I’ll have to report it to the administration. We’ll
see how you like a second week, or even expulsion.” ‘Try it
asshole’ I thought. Ms. Magante was misguided, but this guy was a
pure slime ball. If I didn’t do something he might get out of
hand.
In the halls after class she followed me for a bit and
asked “Is something wrong Alandra?”
“No fuck’n…” I paused. Sure she was a bit sleezy and not
what I wanted. Well, it was really her brothers that were
sleezy… No wonder she was a lezzy. “Sorry… It’s not you. Just
stay away for a bit will you? I’ve got some fuck’d up shit to deal
with and it’s better I not take it out on you.” That was kind of a
first for me, last year I would’ve just told her to fuck off, or
off campus I would’a beat the shit out of her just for being
there.
People figured out quick that it wasn’t time to ask me for a
‘Reasonable Request’ and I made my way to Algebra pretty much
untouched and unbothered. I did see Harrison talking to Magante in
the hall a few doors from class. She saw me and gave me a guilty
smile. The scary thing was that I think that woman really did mean
well.
I got into Algebra early, and Mr. Dennison gave me a kindly
smile which held nothing of the sort of people I’d been dealing
with since lunch. “Can you handle the chalkboard again today Ms.
Cabrera?”
“I’m really not feeling too well, but I guess so. It’ll get
my mind off things.” I said.
“Is everything ok?” He asked.
I just smiled back and said “Thanks for asking.” Other kids
started making their way in, so the matter was dropped.
“Hey A.C.. Where’d you go at lunch?” Marcy asked as she came
in with Rick.
I shrugged “We had to help a girl we found in the bathroom.
Took her to Ms. Magante.” My look told them there was more, but
the class didn’t need to hear it. The rest May could say when we
were all at Albatross.
When Fatima got in she sat down with us, seemingly a lot more
comfortable with my nudity. “The boy in history asked for relief
again.” She started “Mother always said it hurt when men went in
there.” She looked down at my pussy, “but the girl who relieved
him didn’t seem in pain…” There was a mix of shock and curiosity
on her face.
“Shit, whoa… the teacher let them fuck for relief?” Rick
asked.
I smiled and said “Sure, it’s kinda fun.” Everyone looked at
me. “Well I had to give Ray Williams relief somehow-.” I said.
“You little bitch.” Marcy said with a grin.
“It didn’t hurt?” Fatima said.
“No, it feels fuck’n great. I needed it bad…” I said.
“Father would call you a whore. Back home he’d have the men
kill you.” She said, but then smiled at me with respect. I
wondered what her uncle would say she seemed to live between
some conflict among those two.
The final bell rang and I went up for chalkboard duty. The
talk of sex with friends had me wet again. Mr. Dennison noticed it
with a sniff and a smile, but didn’t say anything rude like Mr.
Carson probably would have. It was funny every time I finished
writing something on the board I’d turn around to face the class
and all the heads would raise from my butt up to my breasts, then
back down to my cunt and finally onto the board. Near the end of
class I even hefted up my tits for them when I spun around. I
would’a spread my pussy but I didn’t want to get chalk in there.
“You’re dripping.” Mr. Dennison said, putting a finger to my
labia and wiping up a bit of the mess.
“Ooo…” He blushed and wiped his hand on a tissue when I
said that, and the class broke out in giggles. Fatima looked like
a cat had jumped down her throat.
After class in the hallway I took a slow pace, hoping to get
bothered by people looking to check out the naked students. Sexing
me up was a good way to cool my temper While Algebra had helped,
all the numbers and ‘x’ and ‘y’ bullshit was confusing enough to
keep me from really getting what I wanted. Mr. D. had been trying
to convince us that ‘x’ was more important to math than numbers
whatever, like all I could tell was it was a pretty good way to
get chalk all over the naked girl’s tits. Namely me still it was
fun and he was nice when he leered.
So after I broke with Fatima at the stairs I let the first
two boys to come along have their way with requests. They wanted
me to spread apart my lower lips, and they wanted to know all
about my piercing. I told them a little of how I got it, but I
don’t think they were too cool with my suggestion that men could
get em too. “So what’s it feel like?” one asked.
“It’s like someone’s touching my clit all day. Like
sometime’s it’s a bit fuck’n too much. They told me that wears off
after a while. You get used to it.” I said.
“How long you had it?” The other asked, as he rubbed my clit
between his fingers. “Man she’s getting pretty wet.”
“Bout a month. This is the first week I can fuck safely…” I
said, and they got real interested. Next thing I knew I was
bending over on the top of the stairs and one of them was pounding
his cock into my pussy from behind. Fuck it, I figured I’d be
getting more of this in biology, but I might as well get my share
here too. Too bad the little prick came in only fifteen seconds…
His friend wanted it to, but the bells started ringing. “Hey
you fuck’d Joe…” He pleaded.
“Sorry, maybe next time, gotta get to class.” I said.
“Damn…” He said. “I got dibs on the next one.” I heard him
tell Joe as we ran in opposite directions for class.
Biology with Ms. Lippmann. People were stripping as I came
in. May was already on the floor in the circle she had us sit in,
idly pumping her dildo in and out of her pussy as she watched Ms.
Lippmann direct the rest of the kids. I sat near May, though we
had to do it boy girl boy girl. Kevin stripped and sat
across from us. I guess he was thinking that if he managed it
right in the next few weeks of this sex seminar we wouldn’t have
to fuck each other. Somehow I doubted Ms. Lippmann would let us
get away with that. One of the things we had to agree to too not
get put in the other Sex Ed class was to fuck anyone else in the
class - as long as it was hetero sex. That was kind of fuck’d up
funny, the queers and the bible thumpers all got put together by
this Program.
We all sat together in a circle and took a short written quiz
Ms. Lippmann passed around. One sentence answers and not multiple
choice, so I was glad I’d read up last night. There was a new girl
Tammy who’d switched around with the last period to keep boy-
girl numbers even. Other than May and me the kids in here only
took their clothes off for this class, and everyone knew we were
here to fuck each other so it was a room full of hard cocks and
feminine odors. With my shaved pussy everyone could see I was all
puffed up something Ms. Lippmann was happy to point out until
she found May’s new crossed arrows pubic hair styling. After that
we had a short discussion on ‘genital fashion’ and several girls
wanted to know how to get to Purrfect Pussy.
I told them I got my clit pierced there, but that you’d need
a fake ID to get it done. Ms. Lippmann gave me a look at that.
“Oops…” I said, “Guess I’m not supposed to say that.” But she
just laughed it off along with everyone else. I did tell everyone
that if you got one you couldn’t have sex till it healed. “You’ve
got to be careful even with touching yourself or peeing.”
“Yeah I’d get one… but I don’t think I could go more than a
day without a fuck.” May said. To everyone but me she smiled. Me,
I could read her better, and I could see a tension in her hands
that said she really meant it… I reached behind the boy between
us and patted her, for which I got a guilty smile and a look at my
stomach which was still kinda sore.
We were a rough group, and May hitting me wasn’t the first
time my crew and I had tossed it up in some way or another. Shit,
we came together in a fight. Freshman year Kevin and I tore into
each other in the quad, and by the end of the day somehow May and
Rubin got added in but that was off campus for a four way
bloody fight. A lot of people remembered that, but they forgot the
people we beat up were each other. That second fight happened
outside Albatross, and it ended when Bill grabbed Kevin and me in
one arm each and tossed us inside the place. He made us all sit
there till we’d made peace over whatever we was fight’n about.
Yeah Bill’s big, and he looked even bigger when I was just 15, and
he had fighter’s knuckles if you know what I mean.
We kept coming back; Bill was the first adult to show us
respect. Never did figure out why we didn’t get busted over that
fight in the quad…
Ms. Lippmann was giving some kind of lecture on sexual
intercourse and its importance in a relationship. She was also
talking about changing… um… morays? I was trying to figure out
what fish had to do with anything, but she said it had something
to do with social rules and she spelled it wrong, she wrote
‘mores’ on the board. Whatever. She said sex was becoming a much
more open matter something you could do among friends (Kevin,
May, and I all gave each other looks) or even strangers with
little of the worries people used to have.
I had to raise my hand “But isn’t that still dangerous? I
mean if I fucked one of my crew, we’d get all messed up with
feelings n’ shit. …I mean, stuff. You know… Ain’t it best to
have some bounds?”
“At one time yes, that’s what people thought and it was true.
But relationships are changing. Sex gets in the way of friendship
because we link it to possession, and we link possession to
romance. In the past to love someone meant to feel ownership of
them. Society’s changed though.” She said.
“That sounds cool,” a girl I knew as Nancy said; “but I don’t
know if my feelings can just change that fast.”
“Yeah…” I said. “Once you fuck someone, you start expecting
stuff…” It was hard to figure out exactly, but things just
changed when people became fuck partners.
“Well, we do hope to help you get through that here, and
learn to be more open.” Ms. Lippmann said. She paused looking and
May and I and then continued; “I’m sure the two of you have opened
up quite a bit since the Program came into your lives.” At least
she’d been a lot more diplomatic about that than Mrs. Jacobs had
been this morning. Kevin still tensed, sensing something he wasn’t
quite sure of yet.
“Yes.” I said; “I can see that. But we like gotta have limits
too.”
We talked on it a little more, but Ms. Lippmann cut it short
to get on with the ‘active’ part of the lesson. “It might seem
like we’re skipping right to the heart of things with this, but I
want us to get past hang-ups and then work our way back up to
this.” She had all the boys lie down and then told the girls we
each had one minute to get the boy to our right ‘ready’ using
mouth or hands. The boy to our left was to do the same to us
making one long chain.
As for Ms. Lippmann, she sat in the center of the circle and
timed us. The boy to my right smelled nice so I took him orally.
The guy on the left looked better though, so hopefully I’d get to
fuck him. He was also working wonders on my clit with his
tongue… So I wanted to thank him intimately. Just as we were
really getting into it though, Ms. Lippmann clapped her hands and
had all the boys get up and move two girls down to the right. Talk
about weird… I looked around and noticed that if she did that
two more times I’d have Kevin. “Oh shit…” I muttered with a
glance to him, he shrugged.
She had us fuck. There’s really no other way to put it. She
gave us five minutes and missionary position plain and simple. I
had no idea who the boy on top of me was. “Hey what’s your name?”
I asked as he got ready to enter me.
“Jake. You’re Alandra right?” He looked a little nervous, but
excited as well. “Sorry ’bout this…” He said.
“About what? We’re all here by choice.” I said. I guess that
was true. More like our parents all volunteered us for this sex
thing, but then we had a choice to leave it for the other class
regardless of what they said. He was hesitating, and the clock was
running, so I grabbed him by the ass with my legs and pulled him
down into me. “Oh!” I said, matched by a grunt from him. At least
he was decent looking.
The room was full of the sounds and smells of sex. I turned
my head and saw May getting it from Joe the guy who’d wanted me
in his lap on Monday. She seemed to be enjoying herself though,
and gave me a smile when she caught me looking, followed by a nod
down. I glanced over and saw Ms. Lippmann in the middle of the
room, masturbating with a dildo as she watched the orgy around
her. “Sucks to be her.” May called over. No shit I thought.
Just as Jake was getting really into it, and I think - about
to shoot his load - Ms. Lippmann called time. “Damn…” I said;
Jake wasn’t the only one who’d been close. She had all the boys
move two girls down again and I ended up with another familiar
face Fred who’d been stripped on Monday for demonstration. Ms.
Lippmann told the boys to lie on the floor mats, and I didn’t
waste a second tossing him down and riding his cock for all I
could get out of it.
I’m not sure what the fuck we were supposed to be learning
outta this, but I didn’t really give a shit anyway. Ms. Lippmann
was giving some kind of lecture about the whole thing, but I doubt
I was the only one not paying attention.
I’d been close before, so I used Fred to reach my plateau and
stay there as long as I could. I had five minutes with him, and
then Lippmann’d stick me with Kevin and we’d have to make a
decision.
Fred wasn’t the most skilled I’d had, so it didn’t last that
long, but you get what you can I guess. “Hey you’re not related to
my civic’s teacher are you?” I asked Fred as I came down on his
cock.
“Hmnn… Uh? What? Oh, yeah… my aunt teaches here. You got
her?” Fred said.
“She’s got some fuck’d up ideas.” I said.
He frowned, then sort of grinned as he pushed his cock up
into me. “Yeah, she and my dad are always arguing over stuff.”
We fucked in silence, to a steady rhythm as I looked over and
watched May go wild on some guy neither she nor I knew the name
of. I guess we’d know soon enough we’d all had to say our names
on the first day, it was just a matter of remembering the shit.
May was rocking herself on him, rolling her pussy back and forth
every time she came down.
I copied the move. Damn why’d I never think of that?
Especially with my clit piercing it was like… It fuck’n sent me
to a new level. I tried working the inside of my cunt -like when I
came- and Fred’s eyes shot open in amazement.
“Whoa! What the fuck is that?” He said.
“You never had a girl do that?” I asked.
“Shit no… Never had a girl on top before. They just lay
there.” He said. Funny, I was thinking the same thing about guys
some of them just lie there, or do nothing more than in and out.
Most of em finish before you can cum, and then just leave you
there like they did you some kind of favor…
“Don’t have to be on top to do it. How many?” I asked,
pulling up on him and getting close. “mmm…” He was watching my
pussy, watching I suppose- the way it tried to cling to his cock
as I pulled away.
“Huh…?” He said, not really paying attention to me, or at
least to the part of me that counted.
“Oooh, up here.” I said, picking up my tempo which only
caused him to not look up. “How many girls you had?”
“Not many, hnnn… There was, like, Maya last year she was
‘Programed’ and in my gym class. Then I dated Natalie till she
started using, Susan over summer, and now today.” He said. I
remembered Natalie; she was some kind of ecstasy junkie.
Shit, I was only his fifth; counting the five minutes he’d
done before being sent to me. “Well you’ll get more pussy -oooh-
soon.” I said. He came, spurting into me as his eyes opened wide
and locked on the joining of our bodies. I sped up for all I was
worth; trying to get everything I could before he went limp and
pulled out.
“Time.” Ms. Lippmann called. “Oh shoot, will you look at
that… Ok class looks like we’re done for today, finish up if you
have to.” She was grinning ear to ear at that. I guess she’d come
at some point, ’cause she was done with her dildo and just
standing there.
Fred just said “That was cool,” and went to get his clothes.
Kevin came over. “That was close.” He said.
“No shit.” I said. “Yo May, hurry it up will you.” She was
still riding hers. I gestured at Fred “If he wasn’t so new I’d
kick his ass for leaving me on edge.”
“New?” Kevin asked.
“To sex. Or least variety… I’m five, she’s four…” I said,
pointing to a girl who was just coming down from being worked over
well by a boy who’d decided he still had a reason to ‘finish up’,
unlike Fred…
I sat down on the floor next to Kevin as he got dressed. All
I had to do was put my waist chain back on. I was watching May and
trying to decide something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. She
finished just as Kevin buckled his belt. Ms. Lippmann stopped
watching and started gathering papers.
“Seems I always get the wrong ones…” I said without looking
up. “Guess I could finish off with this…” I held up my dildo.
“What was that?” Kevin said, crouching down to me. His eyes
dropped to my pussy for a second before hitting me at eye level
again.
“They ‘fraid of you.” May said, coming over.
“What about you?” I said.
She grinned “I made em afraid not to finish me.”
“You two are fucking crazy…” Kevin said, as we all walked
out of class.
On the way out I saw Ms. Magante at the door stop Fatima and
exchange a few words. That made me think of something. “You need
your clothes back Ms. Cabrera?” She asked as I came up to her. “I
put the ones from yesterday with your stuff from today.”
“No… I wanted to ask you about her.” I said, pointing to
Fatima who was standing in the alley between the classes and gym
looking both ways like she was trying to decide which exit to
use.
“Well I can’t discuss private matters of other students.” She
said, talk about hypocrisy.
“No, I guess you can just send them out in memos to
everyone?” I said back with a little ice in my voice. “Look, she’s
one of us now, and we look out for ours. You be careful with her.”
“Are you making a threat young lady?” She asked.
I though for a second, I guess it did sound like that didn’t
it. “No, I’m just saying, Me, May, the rest of the gang sure we
can take this Program shit. But look at her, if the Program didn’t
kill her, her father would.”
“I’m aware of her situation if that’s what you mean.
Separation of church and state prevents me from making a special
case though.” She said, then paused. “But don’t worry… I don’t
intend to let the Program get ripped apart by the controversy that
would cause…” She turned to walk inside.
“Hey…” I called out, halfway down the steps.
“Yes?” She looked back.
“I think you should look into Mr. Carson…” I said.
“Metal shop?” she asked.
“Yeah, he’s trouble…” I said.
“I’ll look into it.” She said.
“Oh, you said something, ’bout us being like you…” I said.
“Yeah.” She held up her arms. “Look close next time. I had
them lasered off, but you’ll see it if you look. Gang tattoos.”
Then she turned and went inside, calling over her shoulder “You
kid’s got nothing on me and what I’ve done…” I remembered
something on TV a few years ago about Filipino gangs in
California, or was the Vietnamese…? They were supposed to be
ultra violent, even the girls were brutal killers. That made me
wonder just where she’d risen up out of… But then, TV has a way
of overdoing shit…
“What was that about?” May asked, pulling her shirt from
yesterday out of the box. Melinda was standing next to her, still
naked.
“She a fuck’n gang-banger…” I said.
“Who?” Melinda asked.
“No fuck’n way…” Kevin said. He handed my coat over, and
kept rifling through the box. A couple naked freshmen were
standing around wondering how to get past the ‘big black jungle
mother-fucker’ blocking their way… I just grinned at the
silliness of it, knowing just how polite Kevin was to people who
simply asked.
“Yo Kev. I can wait, let the kids through.” Actually it was
colder than this morning, but I figured the kids were more spooked
than me. “Aren’t you gonna get dressed?” I asked Melinda.
“Naw, like my clothes are in the gym anyway.” She said.
Kevin looked behind him and said “Oh… Here, you guys look
through this.” He handed over half the clothes to the freshmen.
“This bin’s just not easy for a crowd to go through.”
“I think they want to make it take us time.” May said, before
running off to do cartwheels for a group of boys. She stopped in a
hand stand and let two of them use her dildo on her pussy until
she fell.
“Ooh that looks fun!” Melinda said and ran off after May.
“How can she do that…?” A freshman girl asked me as I put
on my coat.
“That’s just May. ’sides; it keeps them off us…” I said.
“This one yours?” I took a pink blouse from the pile and gave it
to her. I thought I’d seen her in it that morning.
“Yeah thanks. Where the heck did my panties go…”
Kevin looked around then said; “There…” He pointed to the
top of a light pole, which had a set of panties dangling from it.
“Fuck…” she said, and some boys on the edge of the group
bust out laughing before running off when I stared them down.
After another minute we figured they’d run off with her skirt
too, so she had to go home bottomless. “You got friends?” I asked
as the twins came over.
“No…” She said; looking a little frightened at the idea of
walking home alone, nude.
“We can take her.” Manuel said.
“Like fuck you can.” I said. “I saw you punks at lunch. They
looked caught.
“We promise to be good.” Rosa said.
“I’ll kick your asses if I hear otherwise.” I said, then
asked the girl “What’s your name?”
“Um… Cindy. Who’re you guys?” She asked.
“Alandra, but just call me A.C. This is Kevin, you’ve seen
May.” I pointed over to May, who had some boy sucking on her cunt
right then. Melinda was watching it with a smile, but fending off
people coming up to her. “This is my brother and sister…” I
pointed to the twins. They pointed to each other and called out
their names, then grabbed her by the arms and started walking off.
When they got halfway down the alley I could see Rosa’s hand on
Cindy’s ass, and Manuel doing something on the front side. I was
about to go to do something when she went weak in the legs, but
Kevin stopped me.
“Looks like they’re getting along just fine A.C.” He said. I
was wondering if my sister was gonna end up bi like May, or if
this was just some kind of twin thing, sometimes they were just a
little too close…
We finished gathering our stuff. I got my little ‘cartoon
pussy’ charm from in my bag and put it into my clit ring, then put
my clothes in my bag and just wore my coat for the cold. Marcy,
Rick, and Rubin joined us as we left the whole gang. We passed
by Fatima on the way out. “What’s up?” I asked.
“Father was supposed to pick me up today.” She said.
Melinda offered her a cell phone. “Here, call home and
check.”
“Yeah we can wait.” May said.
She did, and it looked like her father had been delayed
getting back from INS. Some kind of refugee application thing I
didn’t quite understand. I guess they call it ‘Homeland Security’
now… As if…
We offered to walk her home; it was just past the cafe. I
wondered why she’d needed a ride in the first place, but didn’t
press it. Seemed better to take things slow with Fatima she was
pretty different from us, but we were ’bout the only people who’d
give her the time of day. Fact is, on the walk over there I saw
people looking at her in fear, like Kevin always said whites did
to him. Some women even crossed the street to avoid us or so it
looked, unless they wanted to walk on the other side for one block
to see the vacant lot rather the Albatross cafe, old diner, and
hair salon on this side. Unless they’d meant to turn around,
recross, and follow until they reached the salon all along… I
dunno, it could’a been Kevin…
People are so fucking stupid…
Front door to Fatima’s. Her uncle was a decent looking man,
though his eyes were bugging out at the site of May, Melinda, and
me standing back behind the rest of the gang. Hands in the
pockets, I pulled my coat closed. May made to hug Fatima as she
parted from us, but I held her back with a look of caution.
“These… are your friends?” Her uncle said.
She just nodded quietly. “We watch out for her.” Kevin said.
“I see…” Then he said something in whatever language it was
they spoke, and Fatima nodded and went inside after smiling back
at us. “Why are they undressed?” He asked, gesturing over us girls
in the back.
“It’s the Program.” I said. “We have to be like this at
school.”
He looked around, May shrugged, and Melinda said “Well,
yeah… but we can do it anywhere now too.”
“You’re not exactly the friends I would pick for my niece…”
Her uncle looked us over as best he could; trying not to see the
three of us who were naked below eye level. “But maybe you’re the
best for her in this place.”
“What is the meaning of this?!” I heard from behind me before
being suddenly shoved aside as a man who looked a lot like Fatima
pushed though us. He’d grabbed May by the arm and was dragging her
forward. Wrong move, she was a half step away from attack, and if
she’d had a knife we’d be in trouble.
“I have guests, treat them as such.” Fatima’s uncle said.
“This is no guest, this is a whore.” He jerked May’s arm, and
Kevin stepped in grabbing a punch May was sending before the man
saw it. It wasn’t lost on the uncle though, from the look in his
eyes…
Kevin pulled them apart and said “You owe the lady an
apology.” Fatima’s father simply huffed and stormed past her uncle
to enter the house.
“We should go.” I said, without stepping from around Rubin.
“Tell Fatima I’ll see her in school tomorrow.”
He just nodded and then shook his head with a slight grin as
we left. I gather the two men saw eye to eye on the properness of
us being nude, but her uncle was just more willing to accept that
this land played by different rules… Rules he and his family
would need to at least learn to be able to deal with if not agree
with.
Not much longer we stopped off at Albatross to see Bill. He
looked at Melinda and said “Another one?” before shaking his head
and chuckling. He prepped our sodas and coffee, and Melinda asked
for tea. Rick passed a cigarette around. “Saw you kids pass by
just a moment ago.”
“We was walking a friend home.” May said. I took off my coat
and put it on the chair, making myself the third nude girl - only
Marcy had covering below the waist