The Crimson Circle
Copyright© 2025 by jamesbreitbart
Chapter 18
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 18 - The story of Nolan Pierce, a freshman at a prestigious boarding school with an influential network of secret societies and a number of storied traditions - many of which involve nudity.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa mt Mult Teenagers Blackmail NonConsensual Gay Heterosexual School Alternate History Humiliation Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Foot Fetish Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism Politics
Asher Montgomery
Friday evening, Theo and I walked together to the Silver Serpents meeting in the basement of the science building. Our predecessors in the 1950s had replaced the door with one to which only we had a key, and converted it into a sort of clubhouse modeled after the allegedly much-more-elaborate catacomb in which the Crimson Circle held its meetings. There was a partition between the main hall where we held ceremonies and the dining area where we ended the evening with wine and cheese.
Mercedes Peale and Lydia Han sat down across from Theo, Ethan and I.
“So, Asher,” Mercedes said, “we hear you want to run for student senate.”
“And Ethan wants to run for Conduct Council,” Lydia added.
“You don’t want to run for anything?” Mercedes asked Theo.
“I’m going to be their campaign manager,” he explained.
“Well, before you start campaigning, you need to learn how to do the job. I’m going to forward you a series of memos Nolan wrote for us on this year’s meetings so far. I want you to read them and be prepared to discuss them Tuesday evening. You’ll attend the meeting with Nolan and meet with me after.”
The emails were waiting for me when I got home, and I spent a lot of time Saturday and Sunday reading them over and talking to Nolan. I knew Mercedes would take this seriously and I didn’t want to fuck it up like I had with the paper. I neglected my studies somewhat and had to hastily copy Nolan’s geometry homework Monday morning, changing the proofs up enough so that we wouldn’t get caught.
Tuesday evening, Theo and I walked over to the senate meeting with Nolan and met Ethan in the hallway. We sat at the back of the room, which quickly grew crowded with angry students.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, “are these kids all with Renew Wilson?”
“No,” Nolan whispered, “those kids down in front are with Delvecchio’s group, and I think the kids in the back just came to see the fireworks.”
“I guess people really do read the school paper.”
“At least they do when we’re starring out cuss words on the front page.”
If I had to pick a cuss word to describe the meeting, it would be shitshow. The public comment period opened with kids from Renew Wilson attacking Delvecchio for making “corrupt backroom deals” and praising Whitcomb for standing up to him. The President, Grace O’Malley, let everyone who wanted to stand up and talk, and it dragged on for over an hour. By the time the last speaker was finished, half the spectators had left the room.
They then moved immediately into considering the proposals. First up was the dress code. It was clear that there was little appetite for the motion as reported, but Mercedes proposed an amendment that would set up a commission to study the dress code instead. Whitcomb and Holt, the only senators who might have supported the original bill, were glad for a face-saving exit, and it passed unanimously.
“What’s the difference between a commission and a committee?” I asked Nolan.
“A commission isn’t made up of student senators,” Nolan explained, “the Student Life Committee will nominate kids to be on the commission and the whole senate will vote on it. Then they’ll spend a couple of months holding hearings where kids can give their opinions and submit a report for the senate to consider legislation.”
“Can they actually change the dress code?”
“They can submit changes to the faculty senate, which has the power to veto them. The last time anyone tried was back in ‘91. The student senate voted to allow jeans in class, but the faculty voted them down. After that they got discouraged, and no one’s seriously tried to do anything about the dress code since, but it might be a good campaign platform.”
The affirmative action bill could have been handled briefly, as Holt was the only vote in favor of it, but Delvecchio and Calderon both had to get up and deliver speeches beating the dead horse.
The final bill was the hazing bill. “This could be interesting,” Nolan whispered, “If no one flips their vote, it’s going to tie and Alvarez will have to break it.”
They brought in a current member of the conduct council who stated that they didn’t have time to proactively investigate anything because of the cases they were referred. That seemed to sway Allyson Granger, who put forward an amendment to add a new conduct council seat for each class and form a special panel to investigate hazing. She managed to split the vote, and both versions of the bill failed.
Delvecchio made a beeline for Nolan as soon as the meeting adjourned, but I couldn’t stay to provide moral support. Mercedes had given me very clear instructions to meet her after the meeting. She led me back to the Serpents’ headquarters. After stripping naked, I was taken into a backroom where a panel of upperclassmen quizzed me on the meeting and the structure of the senate. I felt like I had done a good job, and they seemed impressed when I worked in a reference to the faculty being able to veto changes to the dress code. I was told to keep my schedule clear on Sunday and dismissed.
I ran into Nolan just outside the dorm.
“Where have you been?” I asked.
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