Chapter 19: Future

Stable happy progress was the order of the day at Chareen City School, and the new year didn’t disrupt that much. There was bound to be some change however. Angela and Luke got their city centre adjacent flat which enabled Luke to scooter to school across the light industrial area. Dan and Molly discussed their future and they both saw children in it. Dan would eventually sell the bike, that was now all his to sell, and get a truck. They would also look for a flat in Chareen as Angela and Luke had done, from where Molly could walk or scooter to work. Then they’d work on the timing and pregnancy but there was no rush on any of that. It would mean handing over the Stack house to Billy and Phil. With Gwen spending so much time at the Green’s the Baxter house would be empty when Geoff and Veronica weren’t home.

They got the invite for the first Saturday Club of the year which was a pleasant change from sending them out. Things would be toned down at first for the sake of the new couple but Molly was sure it wouldn’t last. Her relationship with Angela had been pretty hot recently, now that she could join Luke and Molly for their weekly ‘lunch in the park’ which had become a quick scooter ride back to Luke & Angela’s flat for a roll on the bed. Three-ways with Luke and Angela were so sweet despite the limited time which often meant Molly and Angela going down on one another and Luke tossing a coin to decide who to fuck. A few joiners and leavers at school were also inevitable and that raised some complications given the way City’s culture was diverging from the previous experience of those moving in. Especially at the older end.

It was wonderful to be back in the Den at the Powers with their lovers, sad that Ella H. and Karl couldn’t make this one and delightful to be able to hug and kiss a naked Sophie and Brad and welcome them gently to the family. That first afternoon didn’t go beyond cuddling except for Angela and Molly wriggling into a sixty nine when they thought everyone else was focussed on the simulation Dan was showing on the laser projector. Ella B. eventually play-slapped their bottoms and told them to cut it out. Both then of course apologised to her with wet, pussy tasting, kisses.

“Apologies in advance If I start spontaneously dripping,”

Ella B said, as she returned to the group,

“but these sluts are just so hot and yummy.”

Sophie picked up on the no space thing that first afternoon and by the following week Brad was picking up on the hotnesty. He openly complimented a slightly blushing Ella H. on how sexy her hair looked all let down like that. The blush was not for the compliment of course but because she had to express her own thoughts in response.

“Wait till you feel it stroking and tickling your balls when I ride you.”

“How soon can we come back?”

Brad called over to Luke, allowing Ella to break eye contact and diffusing the hot situation.

“Next week. For anything more urgent than that you’ll have to see Molly.”

Brad looked down at his pulsing erection, then at Ella H.

“Do you think I should?”

“Absolutely,”

Ella said, all seriousness and honesty.

“If I had a problem like that I’d find an excuse to visit with her daily until it was resolved.”

On the third Saturday Sophie and Luke were talking about music, after he played his clarinet. They discussed whether and how music could be sexy and how much of that was context or association versus content.

“I think live performance tops all those things,”

Sophie said.

“I’ve only ever dreamed of getting a double base between my knees and properly making love to it but I guess if I got the chance there might be a few people who’d think that music was sexy.”

“I’m betting it would be more than a few,”

Luke said, bending to kiss her. Ella B didn’t miss this interaction and took the opportunity to gracefully take a seat on Brad’s lap and remind him how long it was since they’d fucked.

“It’s been four months since I felt you inside me darling. I know you’ve been busy falling in love and all but you really shouldn’t leave a girl to ripen for so long.”

He put his hands around her waist and ran them carefully over her body eliciting some sighing and wiggling.

“I think it’s alright. I don’t think you’re any less perfect than you were in the summer.”

“Umm. I think you’d better fuck me properly to make sure,”

Ella purred, leaning back into him and squeezing his hands to her breasts. They were young and they were hot and Brad made love to Ella B and Molly that afternoon and Sophie rode Luke, while kissing Angela, and later spoon fucked with Karl on the floor as the group all paired up and lay close in the dusk, the girls kissing and moaning into one another’s mouths as they were each held and loved.

Molly taught them tapping again that evening and Ella H and Patrick began to pick it up at last. Sophie was a natural it seemed and was writing on Ella H’s nose before they parted.

“I suppose you can suck my nose,”

Ella said, somewhat surprised at the request.

“I was talking to your nose not about it,”

Sophie said laughing and gave Ella a sucking kiss to the nose before parting with,

“Next time.”

“They are so lovely,”

Ella H. said to Molly.

“Do we really get to fall in love with them?”

“Yes we do,”

Molly said gathering up her golden river of hair to help her reassert moment by moment control while holding on to that joy of new love they all felt.

What Rod felt was confusion. He’d been confused when someone asked him if he had a provisional partner yet. Confused when a pair of empty desks was split up to give him a place to sit as there didn’t seem to be any single desks and even more confused when a, way too hot to be real, girl came out of the school councillors office, where he’d been directed towards the end of the day, and said,

“Miss Molly is a little busy at the moment. Would you like me to give you the tour. It’ll be a quickie, I’ve got practice?”

“OK.”

“I’m Sophie by the way.”

“I’m Rod.”

“I hope so. You’re cute.”

He got the whirlwind, top to bottom, tour and apart from the strange comment about the cleaning closet on the third floor, it all made sense. They worked their way all the way down to the basement level.

“I can’t take you into the girls locker room but technically you can invite me into the boys room,”

Sophie said her hand already on the handle of a blue door.

“How do I do that?”

Rod asked.

“You just say it.”

“Alright. I’m inviting you into the boys locker room.”

“Usually that means I’d be expecting to get group fucked by you and your friends”,

Sophie said, putting down her bag,

“but as you don’t know anyone yet and there’s no boys sport this afternoon, it’s just a really good excuse for me to try out the new showers. The boys showers down here used to be super grim but they did a refit over the break and Brad says the new ones are way better. We’re not getting a refit on the girls side till the spring.”

She made a face and began pulling off her top.

Rod watched in awe as this stunning beauty stripped with shameless functional urgency in front of him.

“Can you unclip me please?”

He woke a little from his daze and tried to stop drooling and focus. Fortunately the bra came apart easily in the middle of her smooth sexy back. He was left standing with it in his hands as she bent, almost touching him, and wriggled out of her panties.

“You should join me. Get used to the new facilities and freshening up at the end of the day is always good.”

He never formed a memory of taking off his clothes. It happened too fast and too much of his attention was on the naked senior working the controls in the shower area. It felt like he would drown if he didn’t reach her in seconds. Probably because he wasn’t actually breathing and didn’t until she turned, half blinded by the hair washing into her eyes and pulled him under the spray with her.

“Just a quickie. I can’t be late for practice. Don’t worry, Miss Molly will find you a partner soon and you won’t be lonely anymore.”

By the time her mouth reached his they were somehow already fucking. It didn’t last. She broke off after only a minute to turn around and have him wash her front while entering her from behind. He didn’t last either, humping with barely any control and before he could even take a breath or regret it she was throwing him a towel and recruiting him into drying and dressing her as quickly as possible in a sexy cheerleader outfit that wasn’t really meant to hide anything this close up.

“Thank you darling,”

she said turning a hot mouth onto his for barely a dozen heartbeats.

“Got to run.”

She turned and headed for the dugout corridor calling back,

“Fuck you later Alligator.”

Despite his broad chest and strong legs he’d never actually been an Alligator. At Rogers in C.A. he’d been a boxer and having to give that up to come here, so his Dad would be home a half hour earlier every day, no longer seemed such a loss. Only when she was gone did he realise her gym panties were still in his hand. So the rumours about super slut Chareen City cheerleaders, who practised without panties, had been true all along.

“You should have come to me earlier,”

Molly chided Stella. Petite, dreamy and far too accepting of bad behaviour in her partner.

“Johnny has been treating you poorly and that’s not how a partnership is supposed to work.”

“He told me he wanted to try cuddling with Geraille when her partner was off and I thought it was OK to let him do that.”

“It was OK to let him do that but it wasn’t OK for him to be taking her to the closet and cuddling with her for the next week and leaving you alone.”

“He came back to me when Tommy was back from sick.”

“Hmm, for four days and probably only because he’d never spoken to Tommy about taking Geraille to the closet. Now you say he’s been pursuing Estelle without even asking you about it?”

Stella nodded, looking sad.

“He was kissing her between classes yesterday and didn’t even see me standing right there. That’s when I realised I hadn’t had a kiss in three weeks, not a proper one like that with tongues and his hands holding me tight against him.”

“You poor girl,”

Molly clasped a tearful Stella to her and let her cry out her frustration.

“I will deal with Johnny in the morning and you will need to make a fresh start. OK.”

“Everyone already has a partner,”

Stella mumbled into her enfolding arms.

“Not quite everyone,”

Miss Molly rocked and reassured her,

“Not quite everyone.”

The following morning’s session with Johnny was painful, for him at least. Miss Molly could be very fierce and when she leaned forward on her table and you saw those wonderful tits and felt the fear that your face wouldn’t be welcome against them again, you learned what consequences were.

“I understand that you’re a man slut and you want to try out all the pretty girls.”

Johnny nodded his blonde head. It was true after all.

“The problem is that you disrespect the girl you already have, don’t talk to her and leave her alone, wondering what she did wrong. You don’t even arrange to swap partners properly so she has someone to be with while you’re chasing more tails.”

His head was down.

“This will be your last chance to prove to me that you’re mature enough to have a partner at all. If I get one complaint, any dissatisfaction at all, anything less than ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with Johnny’ from Marie after the first few weeks, you will be without a partner for the rest of the year and I’ll be reporting my recommendation to hold you back from senior year to Dr Endrite.”

He suffered the terror of that outcome in silence. The fate of bozo Dereck Collins and see your girlfriend go senior without you and leave you behind was horrific.

“Who’s Marie?”

his higher brain at least was still functioning despite the shame.

“She’s a transfer from Rogers. She’ll be in class today having spent yesterday doing induction with me. She’s delicate, beautiful and highly sensitive. A delicate little virgin flower bud. If you step out of line by half an inch she’ll probably burst into tears. Do you understand now how much trouble you are in?”

“Yes. Miss Molly.”

The relief he got from the squeezy, warm, unexpected, hug allowed him to leave without tears and he even felt better by the time he reached the first class. Miss Molly’s instruction to ‘look after her’ still ringing in his ears.

Rod arrived on day two at his new school with the feeling that almost anything could happen. A slightly pensive small girl sat with him in the first class and whispered to him frequently. She was pretty in a slightly round faced, cute, way. When she joined him again for metrics and scale after the break he started asking questions.

“So how come things are set up for us to sit together in each class?”

“That’s the partner system. We’re just trying out at the moment ‘cause Johnny and I didn’t work out but Miss Molly says that was his fault. I think I got lucky because you’re more handsome and strong than Johnny and you listen better in class.”

“That’s very kind of you but I don’t understand. Has the school councillor assigned me a girlfriend?”

Stella giggled, which truly was a pretty sound, like laughter made of bubbles.

“No. If you want me to be your girlfriend you still have to ask. You can’t just fuck me or even kiss me because Miss Molly let us trial together. It just means we can sit together properly and help one another with the work. You’ll get the hang of it.”

“OK. I like working with you so far so I guess that’s fine. It’s just a bit new to me.”

“Didn’t you have partners in your old school then?”

she asked.

“No. I didn’t know schools did that.”

“Oh, that’s sad,”

Stella said,

“Everything is better with a partner. You’ll see. You’re allowed to budge up and put your arm around me you know. It works better that way.”

Rod noticed others were doing just that and they were soon working out the approximate area of Chareen in square miles, sat properly together.

Johnny was on his best behaviour all morning. Almost the entirety of his attention on Marie. He answered all her questions, made sure she missed nothing in the lessons, accompanied her to the canteen and guided her protectively through the scrum of the queue. He cleared her lunch plates and offered her a tour of the buildings which she accepted. They walked the halls and he pointed out the subject and group rooms, the head’s office, the closet and the councillor’s room.

“The changing room’s for sports and the facilities and storage are in the basement,”

he told the quiet, blue eyed, curly haired, girl. He checked his tab.

“We’ve got to go to language now.”

“Is that on the top floor?”

“Yes, right at the end, with Miss Hender.”

“OK,”

she said.

“Let’s run.”

It was the first active suggestion she’d made and Johnny was happy to charge after her all the way up eight flights. It was a hectic game of dodging through the crowd, trying to look after Marie and trying not to get into a fight by mowing someone down. They arrived at Miss Hender’s language laboratory panting, heaving and red cheeked.

“Have you two been fucking already?”

Tommy commented, walking past them on his way in. Johnny would have punched him if he’d been just a little more recovered but Marie got in first.

“No, just running.”

The simple truth defused Tommy and he shrugged and walked away.

“Sorry about Tommy,”

Johnny said once they were seated near the back.

“He doesn’t really have any embarrassment about sex. Says he was born without it, like Estelle.”

A red cheeked Marie nodded.

“Miss Molly warned me that some people in class would talk a lot about sex. She said I should be honest or say nothing if it was too difficult to say the truth. She thinks I haven’t had it so she thinks I might be afraid.”

“I’ve only done it twice and before that I was pretty afraid,”

Johnny admitted.

By the time Marie asked,

“What was it like for you?”

He had to translate from Spanish and didn’t catch her meaning. Her finger poking in and out of her mouth with her cheeks puffed out clued him in.

“A bit like that I guess but also pretty cool.”

A look from Miss Hender at the red light on his headset meant he had to go on to describe first time sex in the closet with Estelle in Spanish. It stretched his capabilities, taught him more than he usually learned in a lesson and made Marie smile. Her mouth went from pretty to prettier the more you noticed it.

“I see so many people making out all the time. Between classes and in classes. It’s so different from my old school,”

Rod said.

“It’s true that a lot of partners do fall in love but mostly they’re just comforting and encouraging one another. Like putting an arm around one another but a little more.”

“I guess. I mean tongue kissing and grabbing one another like that,”

Rod nodded towards a couple by the lockers in a full arse grabbing snog that was showing a lot of her thighs.

“That’s quite a way beyond a comforting arm.”

“Not so far,”

Stella sighed as they moved on,

“They still had all their clothes on and his hands weren’t even under her clothes. I miss some of those warm feelings.”

“You mean you used to have a partner that would go that far with you?”

Stella put her arms around him and he responded. Even after a week it was still strange to do this in the corridor with his study partner. Strange but it sure felt good.

“I used to really like it when my partner put his hand on my hip, under my shirt and the top of my skirt,”

she said quietly.

“It felt like he was accepting me and desiring me. It made me want to kiss him with my tongue. You are much nicer though and you haven’t run off after anyone else, though I’m a bit afraid that you will when you get used to being a bit more intimate.”

“You’ve been so sweet to me. Ever since the second day. After what happened on the first day I was pretty confused and a bit scared and super horny. Now I want to hold you the way you want, in and out of class but I don’t know how far I should go and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What happened your first day to make you horny?”

she asked. The hug was nice in his big strong arms and horny was definitely a subject she felt like pursuing.

“If I tell you, you won’t want to be my partner anymore,”

Rod said, sounding pained. She looked up at him with sudden concern.

“Then you really should tell me and let me decide but I promise I won’t run away. If it’s bad we can talk to Miss Molly.”

She held his eyes, full of worry now.

“I got a tour of the building from a senior girl called Sophie because Miss Molly was busy. She took me all through the school and down to the basement and into the boys locker room. She said she wanted to try the new showers but we had sex in the shower before she went off to cheerleader practice.”

Stella put her head on his chest and he thought for a moment she would cry.

“Sophie is so cool and such a sexy slut. Are you disappointed that I don’t have awesome jigglies like her and shower fuck with you?”

“No! I just thought you’d be upset if you knew but you’re so sweet about everything and pretty and cuddly. I guess I’m still confused about what I should do.”

They broke the hug but held hands as they walked and took their seats. When they were settled and working on the different optimisations and compromises of drive ratios for wheeled vehicles she asked,

“You said you were confused about what you should do but that’s easy. You should express how you feel. Carefully and deliberately of course but you’re a gentleman so I don’t have to tell you that.”

“I don’t think I understand how I feel about you well enough to express it but I know I want you to feel special and wanted and sexy.”

His hand on her right hip felt amazing. Stella tried to squeeze even closer though they were already pressed together. The wriggling felt extra good though.

“Maybe you could invite me to the closet and we could explore those feelings.”

The remainder of the lesson was punctuated with little kisses that gradually got longer and hotter.

It was strange how peaceful it felt. After a week of looking after Marie and waiting on her hand and foot, for no more than a few little thank you kisses in return, Johnny was actually happy. His teachers seemed happier with him as well. It was true that they had got through a lot of work but that was mostly because Marie was really good at keeping track of what they were doing. The very best times were the free study periods where she would lie with her curly head in his lap and keep them on track. She would take his right hand in hers and put it on her body, here or there. He hadn’t dared going beyond the gentlest squeezing and stroking in circles so far but she seemed delighted by it and that was more important somehow than whether he actually got to feel up her tits or not. Was this how it was supposed to be? He didn’t really care when it came down to it. Things were good as they were.

When Marie’s exploration of her own body with his free hand got bolder in the days following he went with it and enjoyed the dreamy smiles she gave him. Now they were relaxing in the library and she’d slipped his hand inside her shirt where her left breast fitted perfectly into his palm.

“You didn’t wear a bra today.”

His almost imperceptible massage had brought her nipple up against his palm.

“I’m a very naughty girl,”

she cooed.

“Not at all. You feel just fine to me.”

She pushed her nipple harder into his palm encouraging him to squeeze a little more.

“No. I really am a naughty girl. Miss Molly said I’m supposed to ask you to be my lover before I seduce you into doing sexy things and I’m supposed to talk with you about those things before we do them but I don’t want to wait.”

This was a surprising development. Marie was definitely heating up today. Johnny increased the manipulation of her left tit a little more and she responded by opening her shirt to give him her whole pretty chest to play with.

“You remember I told you once that Miss Molly thought I was a virgin?”

He’d honestly forgotten that.

“Aren’t you?”

She shook her pale gold curls and made a pouting face.

“I told you. I’m a very naughty girl. My two friends and I used to have sex a lot before we moved. If I tell you about it will you keep it secret?”

“Of course.”

They pinky swore and she sat up and moved into his lap, her shirt still invitingly open.

“Put your hand in my panties and do what you were doing before,”

she whispered,

“then I’ll tell you how it happened and then maybe you’ll want to fuck me, like Stewy used to.”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first day,”

Johnny admitted.

“Hmm. You only had to ask,”

she breathed in his ear and raised one knee but she made no further move. They were in the library and no one was looking but this was pretty daring and might get mentioned to Miss Molly if they were seen. He adjusted his throbbing boner, took a deep breath and slid a hand slowly up her fine, silky, pale leg. Amazed when his finger bumped side on into warm wet labia with no gusset in the way. His hand made second contact and began to explore. She breathed and whispered between nibbles to his ear and kisses to his face and neck.

“At the old house we had neighbours with a rail fence in between. Stewy and his sister Beth had a tree house. He was half a year older than me and she was half a year younger. I wasn’t allowed to play with them ‘cause my parents and their parents didn’t get along but I never cared about that. Stewy was nice. He would always wave to me and smile when they went up the ladder to the tree house. I noticed that Beth went up first and even I could see up her dress from standing in my garden when she did that. He would have got a close up view but he used to stop half way up and wave to me. At first I just did cartwheels that showed my panties and stuck my tongue out but eventually I sneaked through the fence and climbed up after them. When I got up there, being really careful because it seemed like a long high ladder, Beth was sitting in his lap and taking her dress off. He saw me but he went on helping her and kissing her little tits anyway. I don’t know where he learned it but Stewy knew exactly how to touch a girl and how to get us to do what he wanted. That’s it, like that, just a little harder.”