Part 5A

Wednesday, Morning

Sam

"Son of a bitch," I muttered angrily. I checked the spark plugs, the alternator, and made sure all the wires were hooked up correctly before trying to crank my piece of shit Cavalier again. It didn't make a sound.

"Dammit."

I sighed, climbed out of the car, and half-heartedly kicked the door closed. Great. My car was dead. I knew next to nothing about fixing cars. Dad was already at work, Mom didn't have a car and was too damn lazy to take me to school even if she did. I was going to be late for school.

What other options did I have? The neighbors didn't really like our family, once again my mom's fault. Amelia took the bus. Andy lived on the other side of town and wouldn't have time to swing by and pick me up on the way to school. How was I going to get to school on time?

Jenna. She might give me a ride. I didn't want her to even see my house. I didn't want to think about her finding out about my fucked up family life... but I didn't have much of a choice. I wasn't about to be late for school (I'd not been tardy for the last two years, which made me proud in a nerdy kind of way) and I wasn't about to make her go through a day or even a morning without my support.

I walked into the house and took the cheap old portable to my room so you couldn't hear my mom watching her crappy soaps on full blast.

I glanced at the piece of paper Jenna gave me as I dialed. I had almost memorized it already. Probably because I stared at it endlessly all last night. I waited anxiously for someone to pick up.

"Hello?" A voice I didn't recognize answered. It sounded like a little boy.

"Hey, can I speak to Jenna?" I asked.

"Who's this?"

"Edd!" Someone in the background on the other end screamed. "You're not supposed to be on the phone!"

"This is Sam. I'm Jenna's partner at school," I explained.

"Partner? What kind of partner?" The boy asked.

"Edd! Give me that!"

I heard a quick argument and struggle on the other end.

"Sam?" I recognized Jenna's voice. I couldn't help smiling.

"Yeah. Um, hi," I greeted lamely.

"Hi," Jenna replied. "Sorry about that, that was my little brother, Edd."

"No problem," I said. "Sorry to call so early."

"It's okay. I thought you could only use the phone for emergencies?"

"Yeah," I mumbled. "It, uh, is an emergency. My car's dead and I don't really know how to fix it. My dad's already at work and no one else is around to give me a ride. Do you think... I mean, if it's not too out of the way..."

"Where do you live?" She asked.

"Johnston Road. 327."

"Really? Ok, yeah, I'm only like five minutes away."

"Where's your house?" I asked.

"142 Moris Road," she replied.

"In Greenpark?"

"Uh-huh."

"Ok, great, that's not far at all," I said.

"I'll be glad to pick you up," Jenna replied.

I smiled. "Thanks Jenna, I owe you."

"It's nothing, Sam. I'll be there in a minute," she said.

"327 Johnston Road. I'll be standing at the door and my Cavalier is dead in the driveway."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

I grabbed my book bag and keys, walked outside, and began to pace. I prayed silently that my mother would stay inside. Just stay inside. Just stay inside... I didn't want Jenna to see this part of my life. I realized I was unreasonably freaked out. My mom hardly even left her room, more-less the house. I tried to breath and relax, but continued to pace on the doorstep. It was a long 5 minutes.

Jenna's silver Mustang pulled into the drive. I was in so much of a rush that I almost wasn't excited about getting to ride in such a nice car. Almost. I was going to have to find a way to get enough money together to buy one for myself one day. I rushed across the drive and climbed in.

"Thanks for picking me up," I said as I put my book bag in the back seat. "You're a real lifesaver."

"No problem," Jenna smiled. "I'm just glad I can help you after how much help you've been to me. Your house is..."

"Small, I know," I finished for her.

"I was going to say 'cute'," Jenna replied.

I fidgeted nervously. "We'd better get going."

Jenna looked at me curiously. "Is something wrong, Sam?"

I was about to reply when I heard the front door of my house slam.

"Fuck," I muttered and sank down into the seat.

"Huh?" Jenna looked confused.

My mom rounded the corner. She looked pissed. Her hair looked like crap and her robe had numerous stains all over it.

"What the fuck is going on here?" My mom shrieked.

"Um... Sam?" Jenna asked.

My mom was walking toward the car, getting more irate by the moment. "Who the fuck is this? What the hell is your car doing on my damn driveway, bitch? Get the fuck out of here before I have you arrested for trespassing and attempted breaking and entering you hussy!"

"Drive!" I groaned. Jenna, looking pale-faced and rather alarmed, did as I said and pulled out of the driveway.

"Sam, get back here you little fuck! You know better than to bring your little slut friends around!" My mom screamed. Jenna put on the gas and we drove away.

"Jesus," I muttered. I covered my face with one hand.

Jenna drove on in silence for several moments and I waited for my face to lose some of its redness. I hated my mother.

"Are you ok?" Jenna asked after a moment.

I nodded and sighed. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I can't believe she did that."

Jenna shrugged slightly and kept her eyes on the road. "I'm sorry, Sam. I had no idea you... I mean... I didn't know your mom was like that."

I shook my head and sat up a bit more straightly. "I'm used to it. I guess. I just wish you didn't have to go through that. I may be used to my mom being a bitch, but you didn't deserve that."

"Neither do you," Jenna said softly. I shrugged and glanced at her.

"Don't let her upset you, please," I said. "My mom's not important and neither is any of the shit she says."

Jenna smiled at me softly and nodded. "I won't. Uh... who are the... 'slut friends'?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't listen to that. She was talking about Amelia for Christ stake, whom my mom labeled with that the first time I tried to bring her over. I haven't tried having friends over since then."

"That's awful," Jenna said. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," I said honestly. "I just don't want you to think badly of me because of her."

"I would never judge you on your family," Jenna said softly, then gave me a playful smile. "God forbid someone judge me by my family."

We arrived at Junior parking and Jenna found a spot.

"Don't worry about me," I assured her. "I'll be fine. I just... need to think for a minute or something. Get it out of my head, y'know?"

Jenna smiled at me. Her hand found mine and her fingers slid shyly around my own. "I'm here for you."

I smiled at her and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. We talked to the front of the school.

Once again a group was gathered in front of the school to watch the Program people undress. I glanced around and sighed in relief. Brock wasn't around, thank goodness. Amelia and Theresa were sitting to the side, chatting quietly as they eyed several of the Program guys.

"Hey guys!" Theresa waved when she spotted us.

"We heard what happened," Amelia said. She scowled and shook her head. "I wish I'd been there. Bret Wilson would be missing a few teeth."

"Are you ok?" Theresa asked Jenna.

Jenna smiled softly and nodded. "Yes, I'm ok. Sam talked to me about it last night and helped me relax."

"Andy told us about you're little date," Amelia grinned.

"I wanted to make sure Jenna was ok," I pointed out.

"I hadn't been to Ezzies in awhile anyway, so it was nice," Jenna added.

"Why didn't you clock him Sam?" Amelia asked.

"Sam? Clock Bret Wilson?" Theresa scoffed. "The guy outweighs him by like a hundred pounds!"

"Sam's heavier than he looks," Amelia snickered.

I fidgeted slightly. I still wasn't in a very good mood after what happened not a half hour ago. "You know I don't start fights, Amelia."

"Yeah, I know," Amelia grumbled. "But that asshole was starting things first."

"It doesn't matter," I shrugged. Amelia gave me a curious glance. I tried to give her a look that told her I wasn't in the mood to put Bret down... for once.

"You two'd better put a move on," Theresa commented.

"Yeah, let's go ahead and get this over with," I sighed.

Jenna and I found our boxes and began to undress. I was so distracted and unhappy about this morning that I hardly even noticed anything going on around me. I didn't even watch Jenna.

"Here, let me help," Jenna said.

I looked up as Jenna walked up to me and began to undo my belt. I swallowed hard. Suddenly my mind wasn't on this morning anymore. She smiled shyly up at me as she pulled my belt out of the loops on my pants.

"Cheer up," she whispered. Her fingers began to work at the button on my pants.

"Thanks," I murmured softly. I pulled at her shirt, raising it slowly upward, exposing her stomach and then her bra. Jenna worked my button loose and raised her hands over her head long enough for me to slip the shirt off completely.

The small crowd gathered to watch cheered and hooted softly. Jenna and I both grinned and my tension began to ease. She zipped down my fly as I reached around her back with one hand. My fingers found the hooks and after about three seconds all three hooks were undone.

"Guess it wasn't a fluke," I smirked.

"You'll have to teach me how to do that," Jenna winked.

I removed her bra and the guys whistled as her breasts came into view. Several girls likewise cheered as Jenna, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, grabbed my boxers at the hem of the legs and yanked them down.

I grinned and pulled my shirt off. Jenna smiled and gave me a teasing look, putting her hands behind her back as I undid the fly on her tight-fitting jeans. I grabbed the waistband and eased the jeans over her curving hips and supple thighs before letting them drop.

Jenna smiled at me and turned around, bending at the waist. She was wearing a dark blue thong and it was riding into the deep crack of her round buttocks. My cock throbbed heavily at the sight. My hands shook slightly as I gripped the waistband of her thong and slowly inched Jenna's underwear down. The back slid out of her crack and I could see her smooth pussy peaking at me from between her thighs. My cock gave a jerk of excitement and I had to remind myself to breath.

"Uh... I have a request," I mumbled. I looked away and smiled in embarrassment.

Jenna glanced at me over her shoulder, still bent over at the waist with her ass raised upward. She looked a bit surprised, but there was a soft smile on her lips. "You don't have to request Sam. You can do whatever you like."

My mind raced in twenty directions at once. What did that mean? Was she just being nice? Was the Program really getting her to loosen up and relax and want to explore these sexual situations we kept finding ourselves in? Or was it more than that? I wondered if she was trying to tell me something... something I very badly wanted to hear. I couldn't help but hope I wasn't the only one with developing feelings in this partnership. I told myself not to read into Jenna's words and her attitude. I told myself not to get my hopes up. I don't think I was entirely following my own advice though.

I placed my hand on the small of her back and slowly slid it downward, along the swell of her plump round ass. I was surprised by how firm it was... I could feel the muscle just under the surface, firm and bunched as her buttocks flexed softly under my fingers. Despite the firmness, the skin was soft and I had watched Jenna's ass bounce softly, enticingly whenever she walked ahead of me.

My hand slid lower, down and off her heart shaped ass and to her upper thigh. I reached slowly between her thighs. Before Jenna could spread her legs wider I slid my fingers between them, feeling the soft flesh and caressing it lightly. Her legs were supple and slightly meaty yet they were toned and tight, which seemed much nicer to me than skinner legs would ever be. My fingers slid further between her slightly parted thighs and brushed along the silky smoothness of her vulva. I found one of her petals with my thumb and I pulled it aside gently.

Jenna gasped loudly and I saw her knees wobble, and for a moment I thought she was going to fall. When I was sure she wasn't going to I spread her other outer fold to the side with one of my fingers and used my middle digit to slowly slide up her slit and toward her raised ass. I felt her juices sticking to my finger and couldn't help but smile wider. I could just see her womanhood behind my hand and the hint of juices glistening softly as the sunlight hit it.

I slid my fingers up and down the length of Jenna's slippery pussy, feeling the heat radiating against my hand as I lightly toyed with her folds. A soft moan came from Jenna's lips as I pulled my hand away. She glanced back at me and smiled before finally standing up straight. The people around us began to clap. I'm not sure who blushed more, Jenna or me.

"Showoffs," Amelia grinned as we put our clothes in our boxes.

"You're just jealous," I countered.

"First, that was weak," Amelia snickered. "Second, I am anything but jealous of your having to parade around in your baby suit."

"Birthday suit," I corrected.

"Whatever," Amelia rolled her eyes.

"It's not so bad, once you get used to it," Jenna said.

"Hah! This from the girl who would sooner run away screaming than have someone look at her too suggestively!" Theresa giggled.

"Just because I don't feel like being a ho doesn't mean I don't like attention," Jenna said.

"With the little number that just happened I'd have to agree with that," Theresa grinned.

Theresa turned toward me. "So just how many girlfriends have you had?"

"A bit random there Theresa, don't you think?" Amelia chuckled.

"Well, none if you don't count that one girl who insisted we were getting married back in kindergarten. I ran away from her. I thought she was trying to suck away my soul."

Amelia smacked her forehead and mumbled, "You're an idiot."

"You've never had a girlfriend?" Theresa asked doubtfully.

"Nope," I repeated. "Why?"

"You've got some damn good hands for someone who's never used them before," Theresa giggled.

"How would you know?" Amelia and Jenna asked at the same time.

Theresa grinned wider. "I know good hands when I see them."

I squirmed a bit. I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed or not. "Uh, thanks?"

"You need to get a boyfriend again," Jenna rolled her eyes. "You're going to be climbing the walls soon, I know it."

We walked into school and started down the halls. We all had homeroom further back into the school, so we still had some time to talk a bit.

"I know," Theresa sighed. "I miss having a boyfriend. Being single isn't for me by a long shot."

"You're better off," Amelia frowned. "Guys suck."

"Hey," I protested. "I resent that!"

"Resemble more likely," Amelia muttered.

"I heard that," I grumbled.

Amelia smirked, but it fell into a frown again after a moment. "Fine then, high school guy's suck."

"That's not any better! I still fall into that category!" I whined.

"Oh quit acting like you're offended! You know I don't mean you. I mean all the guys around here who act like total jackasses. In other words almost all of them," Amelia replied.

"Yeah, most of the guys around here are asses," Theresa agreed. "Which is why I'm single right now I guess. It's had to find a nice guy. I've tried the whole bad boy thing and it's so totally not worth it. I just wanna find a guy who'll treat me right. Someone who could make me laugh'd be nice too. And being decent to look at never hurts."

I tried not to smirk. Andy would enjoy hearing this, I thought, even if he was being hesitant about it.

The requesters were out in force this morning. Maybe they were making up for how lax they had been yesterday or something. Several girls played with my cock, which was already throbbing and hard as stone from my impromptu request a few minutes ago. My cock was taken into a soft hand, pumped a few times, then passed to the next set of fingers that curled around the shaft and gave it a teasing squeeze. After the first five girls my cock was leaking pre-cum pretty heavily. This, if anything, seemed to encourage the girls in their requesting. One girl squeezed at my arms and shoulders and chest, feeling at my muscles, which made me feel strangely like she was testing for the choicest cut of meat or something. A girl walked by and smacked my ass sharply before strutting down the hall with her laughing friends.

Amelia was snickering. I would have glared at her but I was too busy being red from all the attention.

Jenna was in a similar situation. One guy asked to play with her breasts and squeezed them, pressing his fingertips against the ample flesh. He pulled lightly at her pink nipples, giving them a light pinch before taking a handful of her breast flesh once more. He smiled and thanked her with surprising politeness before moving to let the next guy forward to request. After two or three guys had played with her tits, a black guy named Rodney from my history class requested to feel up her ass. He squeezed and kneaded Jenna's firm perky buttocks, massaging the round cheeks in his big black hands. It was an interesting contrast considering how pale Jenna was. His fingers pressed into the creamy whine skin and I saw Jenna shiver at the contact. Before he removed his hand he trailed one finger along the crack of her ass, lightly dipping it inward as he slid it down. The next requester fondled Jenna pussy, squeezing at her hairless vulva. I watched (somewhat jealously, I have to admit... I wanted to touch her too!) as his fingers slid along her folds and the soft pink flesh inside.

As the requesters began to touch and fondle her, Jenna reached out and took my hand. I glanced at her worriedly, but she smiled back at me and I was relieved to see that she didn't seem to be bothered at all by the requesters. Aside from a moment of fidgeting, she didn't show any sign of discomfort even when the guy began to play with her pussy. She had come a long way from Monday already. And there was still tomorrow and Friday to go. How many more times would she manage to surprise me before then?

I glanced back and saw Theresa and Amelia both glancing at Jenna and my joined hands. They exchanged coy looks and when Amelia caught my eye she winked at me. I smirked and looked away.

I reached the hall leading to my homeroom and waved goodbye to the girls. I felt a weird kind of loss when I had to let go of Jenna's hand. I walked quickly down the hall to homeroom and slid into my desk right as the bell rang.

"Hey bud," Andy greeted.

"Sup?" I replied.

"Not much. How's the day going so far? Getting used to the naked thing?"

I chuckled. "Do you think someone gets used to just being randomly naked in front of their peers?"

"Point," Andy grinned.

"Today sucks so far," I muttered.

"What's up?" Andy asked.

"My fuckin' clunker died in the drive, for starters," I grumbled.

"That sucks," Andy sympathized. "Why didn't you call me to come get you?"

"You live across town, Andy. I'm not gonna make you drive the extra to get me. Plus by the time I found out you were probably already here at school."

"Right. And my folks took my cell for two weeks," Andy sighed.

"Your fault for breaking curfew," I grinned.

"Is it my fault my parents set such an unreasonable time for me to be home by? I think not."

"Anyway," I frowned. "That wasn't even the worse part. Since you weren't home and Amelia takes the bus I had to get Jenna to give me a ride."

"That doesn't sound like that bad of a thing to me," Andy smirked.

"It is when my mom comes out and starts calling her my, and I quote... "Little slut friend".

"Holy shit," Andy groaned. "Your mom actually said that to her?"

"Yup," I sighed. "I couldn't believe it. I wanted to fuckin' shoot myself."

"Weak," Andy replied. "That totally blows, man. I'm sorry."

"I'm used to it," I said. "I just wish she wouldn't pull that kinda shit around other people. I couldn't care less, but Jenna's about the nicest person I've ever met and she definitely doesn't deserve anyone to say that kinda shit to her, more-less my mom."

"Is Jenna pissed?" Andy asked.

"No, thank God," I replied. "I think it just kinda freaked her. I don't blame her. If someone's mom just exploded on me for no reason like that I'd be a bit freaked too. She's being really cool about it though, acting like nothings wrong."

I sighed and propped my head in my hands. "I just hope to God this doesn't scare her off and make her think I'm some kinda psycho or something."

"You shouldn't worry about it bro. It was your mom, not you," Andy reassured me.

"Still," I grumbled. "You know sometimes people get judged by their family. I don't really think Jenna's the type to do that, but you never know. And anyway, even if she doesn't necessarily judge me by my mom, I could see her wanting nothing to do with me just so she wouldn't even have to deal with my mom."

"You told her how you feel yet?" Andy asked.

"Nah," I sighed. "I'm too chicken shit."

"You? Nah, maybe me, but not you," Andy insisted.

"It's not exactly like I've ever even approached a girl before," I replied. "At least you've had some experience."

"Yeah, for all the positive influence that had," Andy muttered.

"Point taken," I smiled apologetically for bringing it up.

"Speaking of relationships... I've got some news about Theresa," I continued.

Andy looked me hard in the eye. "You didn't..."

"No I didn't. I haven't said a word, not even to Jenna," I assured him.

Andy relaxed visibly. "Okay. So what's up?"

"She's looking for a boyfriend," I grinned.

"Oh... kay?"

"Come on man, just think about it. You like her, we both know it."

"Volume dude," Andy hissed, glancing around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to our conversation. I'd never seen him so paranoid. He must have it bad.

"You like her. I think there's a good chance she does or will like you. She complained there were no decent guys, no guys who weren't asses. She said she wants a guy who'd treat her good, who'd make her laugh, and who's cute. You fit the bill pretty well if you ask me."

"Did you just call me cute?" Andy asked.

"Don't change the subject," I said doggedly.

"Fine, so maybe I could be that kinda guy. So what? That doesn't change the fact that I'm not ready to get into that kinda ugliness again," Andy hissed.

"Who says it'll be ugly this time?" I asked. "Does Theresa really seem like that kinda girl?"

"Did Christy?" Andy countered.

"Alright, fine," I relented. "But just think about it man. I know the Christy thing really left a bad taste in your mouth, and maybe Theresa can fix that. Just think about it."

"I am," Andy admitted. "But I gotta weigh this. I have to decide if I'm willing to open that chapter of my life again. I don't want to put myself in that position again."

"It could be different this time," I insisted.

"I know. But it could be the same too. Would you take that risk?"

"For Theresa?"

"For anyone."

I nodded slowly. "I would for Jenna. In a heartbeat," I said softly.

Andy looked away. "You haven't been there, man."

"I know," I put a sympathetic hand on Andy's shoulder and gave it a brief squeeze. "Just think about it."

"And you need to think about telling Jenna about how you're feeling about her," Andy countered. "If you were serious about what you just said, then you definitely need to hook up with her."

"I don't even know how she feels," I replied nervously.

"She seems to be pretty sweet on you to me," Andy assured me.

"Yeah, but is that enough?" I asked doubtfully.

"You'll never know if you don't ask, will you? You really want to pass up a girl like that because you're too chicken to ask her out?"

I gave Andy a meaningful look.

"I know I know," he growled. "I got no room to talk. But that doesn't mean you still shouldn't do it!"

"Alright, alright," I muttered. "I'll do what I can. But I'm not saying anything till I think the timing is right."

"Which'll be never," Andy smirked.

"Maybe," I shrugged.

I did take Andy's suggestion under consideration though. I definitely didn't want to end up letting Jenna slip through my fingers... it would be bad enough if I was simply attracted to her, but it was more than that. I wasn't delusional enough to say I was in love... not yet, at least. But I was certain I had moved past simple lust and into something entirely more complicated.

Jenna

I felt horrible. My motherly instincts (which were surprisingly strong and well tested considering I was only 17. Karla was a good mom, but I had definitely done plenty of mothering to my brothers and sisters through the years.) wanted to just take Sam into my arms hold him. He played his mothers behavior off like it didn't affect him, but after what happened this morning it was clear why he refused to talk about her last night. I realized that he really didn't want other people to know about his mom, which wasn't surprising.

I wanted to know more about this. How long had this been going on in his life? Was she just verbally abusive or... ? And what else was going on in his family? From how Sam spoke about his father I doubted he was anything but a great guy. I wasn't sure why I wanted to know about this so bad... it really wasn't my business. But I wanted to know everything about Sam, the good and the bad... and I guess part of me hoped that if I knew more, maybe I could do something to comfort or help him. He didn't show it, but I felt sure that his bad relationship with his mother was eating at him no matter how well he was able to hide it.

I couldn't bring myself to ask him about it though. I don't know if he would even be willing to talk about it, and even if he was I doubt he would be comfortable. So how was I going to find out just how bad all this was?

Amelia. Sam mentioned that she had met his mom. Maybe she would know more and could tell me? Should I talk to her? That almost felt like I was going behind his back or something. Maybe I was being too nosy...

I worried about Sam as we arrived at school. He was quieter than usual, and his face was sullen and his eyes down. I couldn't help but feel a small bit responsible. Sure, his mother was the one that freaked out, but if I hadn't been there maybe she wouldn't have freaked out and he wouldn't have felt bad.

He definitely seemed to perk up when we undressed each other, which was exactly what I was going for. I hadn't expected it when he made a request (the thought had never even occurred to me that we could make requests on each other), but I was very excited too; not only had I managed to cheer him up, but I had excited him enough to merit a request. I surprised myself when I told him he didn't have to ask, but as I spoke the words, I realized they were the truth. I would allow Sam to do pretty much anything he wanted... I would happily go along with anything he wanted to do to me or with me... my head practically spun with the thought of just how far the possibilities went, but I would welcome Sam's attention in any form it took.

My heart thumped hard when I thought about it. I had always promised myself I was saving my virginity for someone special. Even now that some of my sexual inhibitions had been loosened by the Program that remained true. I had thought for years it would never happen, because it seemed impossible for me to ever meet the type of guy who would be that special person to me. Had that changed? Was Sam that person? Was I really ready to give up my cherry?

I kept asking myself that on the way to homeroom. Theresa and I talked about it. She had to open me up some before I would talk about it, but she guessed that I was worrying about Sam right off the bat and I saw little use in denying it. She, of course, told me I should go for it, but became a bit more serious when I didn't laugh or scold her.

"Well, how do you feel about him?" She asked.

"I think he's the most incredible guy I've ever met," I said honestly.

"Well, there's a start at least," she giggled. "So is that enough or not?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I mean... I've never felt for a guy the way I do for Sam... not even close. But is that enough? I mean... I don't know what I mean."

"Sure you do," Theresa encouraged gently. "You just don't want to say it because it's scary."

"It is scary. I'm enjoying the Program," I admitted softly. "I feel like I'm finally experiencing things I've wanted to experience for a long, long time. But I don't want to get carried away. I don't want my first time to be just because I'm getting all horny and having fun. I think it's a little more important than that."