Chapter 28

Isabella walked through the halls of her school with a lightness in her step. It was Thursday, and she felt great. Her period ended on Monday, she hadn’t spotted since then and her hormones seemed to level out and she felt good. Her classmates waved, smiled as she passed and when she got to her history class, she found an empty beanbag and flopped into it making dust motes fly around in the sun beam. Isabella felt good and she didn’t know how to express it other than hunkering down in a comfy beanbag and chill.

“Hey Izzy, can I chill with you?” A boy’s voice said, breaking her chill for a moment.

She looked up at Brian Chester and thought for a moment. Brian had moved into the district back when they were in junior high school, 7th grade, and was nice. He was average in all ways with an average build, average height, average level of class participation. Just your average high school boy.

“Sure.” She said, and Brian sat next to her on the beanbag. He put an arm out and she moved into the space next to him allowing her shoulder to sit up against his body. He draped his arm across her shoulders and the two settled together comfortably as the teacher spoke up and started talking.

He reached out to her through the WE, a silent request, trying not to disturb the teacher or others around them also sitting in oversized beanbags. Izzy, thanks for letting me sit next to you.

You’re welcome.

Brian looked at Isabella, his friend, and marveled at her casualness. She was enjoying a Rule 8 day, while he was not. He had on short shorts that covered his personal bits, but left the rest of him exposed. He didn’t have a shirt on and the feel of her skin against his was stirring something in his body that he didn’t want to have to deal with today. Brian had a math test that was the center of his attention and of course history class always made him nervous, but only because Izzy was in the class and she was so free and open.

Brian watched her instead of paying attention to the teacher. Her skin was so soft. Her body fit perfectly next to his and when he watched her chest rising and falling as she breathed, he couldn’t help looking at her boobs. Her nipples were soft and splayed out flat, a sure sign of nonarousal. Brian had seen girls his age with nipples hard as rocks when they get around the football players, their nips got hard and a flush formed across their neck and chest.

Brian had spoken to the WE about this and they explained it was signs of arousal in humans. He understood arousal in boys, hell, he was aroused so many times a day that he thought he was broken. He had visited the love room and been with other classmates who needed someone between their legs, or behind them, but Isabella hadn’t gone to the love room and he had never gotten the chance to ask her to join him.

“Now what I want you all to do is open your books to the chapter on early American history and read what the world was like for the settlers and then put your thoughts together on how you would react to being in that world. I want your thoughts by the end of the class.”

The assignment brought Brian out of his fantasy and he had to pay attention. Isabella was pulling her book into her lap and flipping to the correct page and was starting to read while Brian had to catch up. He flipped to the correct chapter and started to read about early settlers on the East Coast.

“I can’t believe what they had to wear even in the summer. Do you see these outfits?” Isabella said, pointing to a picture of women working at a mill wearing what could only be described as layers upon layers as they worked grinding grain to make bread. “I’m sweating just looking at them.”

“I know, the men’s clothing outfits are not much better. Look, he has a coat and pants on while working the ground. Why didn’t he take his shirt off or at least his coat?” Brian asked, adding onto Isabella’s shock with his own.

“I spend all summer at the city pool, just like this. Everyday it is warm enough, I go with mom to the pool, with my brother and sister, enjoying the sun and the pool and I hardly ever get hot.”

“I know.” Brian said, the image of her at the pool just like this flashed in his mind and his body started to get warm. “We have it so good now.” He managed, still looking at her body as she sat pressed against him.

She shifted and brought her heel up against her butt as she twisted around to look at him. “Look at this. The boys our age would work in the fields with their father. The girls were at home working with mom doing chores. Didn’t the children ever get time to play?”

Or play with each other? Brian thought as his hand was on her back and the feeling of her body against his was warming him.

“They had books, or at least thought they did.” Isabella said, suddenly worried about what she would have done back then.

“Mr Harris, did they have books back then?” she asked, her hand in the air.

The teacher moved closer, his eyes wide with glee that a student was thinking and asking questions. “Yes they did. We will talk about that later. Why are you asking about books, Isabella?”

“Well, I like to read, and the thought of what kids our ages did during the summer came to mind. My pack goes to the pool during the summer days but it looks like the early Americans just worked the fields, made food and hunted. Did they have time to read? Did they read?”

Mr Harris gave her a smile and chuckle, “Yes they had books back then. But the books were precious. Families didn’t have access to the vast amount of information that we have today. A family may have only had one Bible to read and that may have to have been shared among multiple families. So yes, you are right, their lives were full of working the fields, making food and clothing, don’t forget about clothing, without any entertainment or luxuries that we take for granted today.”

Several students in the room made comments, some even cursing, at the news that their lives would have included nothing but work.

“Now you see why I wanted you all to think about yourselves in that time. We have freedom, we have luxury and we have more available to us without even lifting a finger.” Mr Harris said, then reached out through the WE to all of his students and pushed to them a scene of Lake Michigan and the breeze coming off the lake during the summer. The birds in the air, the chatter of people around him and the feeling of freedom of being outside flowed through each of them as if they were all standing there. “This is what I experienced last summer at the lake. In this little moment, you see, feel and understand fully the happiness I felt at that one moment in time. That sort of shared experience was unknown to the early settlers. If someone wasn’t there, they didn’t experience that moment.”

The students fell silent, realizing how much the settlers were missing out on.

“Oh don’t forget about the sex!” a guy said, making the rest of the class giggle.

“Yes, especially that. For you ladies, remember that by now you would be married and have at least one baby on your hip or in your wombs. Babies were born early in your lives and you died just as early due to disease, infections or animal attacks. Life was hard, people died all the time and being born was just as hard due to lack of education or lack of clean water.” He said, making many of the girls in class murmur.

“So with all of those happy thoughts, class is almost over so please turn in your thoughts to me. When the bell rings you are free to leave.”

The students went back to their chattering and reading. Isabella rolled further over toward Brian and put an arm around his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. Brian tightened his grip on her shoulder holding her close. He put his thoughts together about being in that time with his eyes closed and sent those thoughts to the teacher who was sitting on the edge of his desk watching his students process the information from the book and from what he said.

Isabella was putting her thoughts together as well and by the time the bell rang, she had sent them to Mr Harris and was feeling suddenly not well. As she and Brian were getting up, she had decided something. “Brian, you and I have been friends for a long time. Would you meet me in the love room during lunch? I feel the need to have someone hold me.”

He put his arms around her and hugged her, instinctfully kissing the top of her head and said he would be proud to meet her there.

“Thanks.” She said, then pulled him down to give him a proper kiss on the lips. She then walked off leaving him wide eyed and dazed. His dream girl just kissed him.

His legs started moving while his brain was lost in the moment. He had Creative Writing next and his body had to be in class or he would be tardy and that meant writing, big time writing.

When lunch arrived, Isabella walked to the love room instead of the lunch room and found a soft spot to relax until Brian arrived. He entered the softly lit room seconds after she sat down. He dropped his bag on the floor and moved next to her.

Brian, I’m not really horny, but it would be ok for us to have sex while you hold me. Is that ok? she said through the WE, she didn’t want to disturb the others in the room who were making use of the wedges, chairs or just on the floor making love and enjoying each other’s bodies.

That’s fine. More than I could have ever asked for.

Brian stripped off his shorts and stretched out on the mat next to her. He threw a leg over his, opening her pelvis, while making sure her body was pressed against his. Brian’s arms went around her body and they held each other. Brian sent soft warmth to her through the WE, hoping to reinforce their moment.

She sighed, her nose against his neck.

He pulled back slightly and reached for her chin. He tilted her head up and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. She hmm’d in the back of her throat as the simple act of kissing made her happy. Her body warmed, his body responded and suddenly something was pressing against her body.

Go ahead Brian. she said in a loving and gentle voice.

He moved over her and reached for his hardness. Isabella relaxed and let her body respond as it always did when a boy made love with her. She sighed as Brian penetrated her, his dick sliding into her depths, connecting them, sharing the simple act of love just as the WE wanted. Rule 10 and 9 for everyone to enjoy.

He leaned down, kissed her, adding his tongue to the kiss as his hips started moving back and forth, drawing soft sighs from Isabella as their loving making continued.

Isabella brought her knees up, locking her ankles behind his legs, her arms were around his neck as their kissing deepened.

Harder. she whispered to him through the WE spurring Brian to increase the force of his movements, making a slap-slap-slap sound that joined the other sounds of the other classmates who were also taking the time to make love during their lunch hour.

Soft cries of passion echoed through the room. The slap-slap-slap of bodies against each other joined the moans and whispers of passion that everyone was making in the love room.

“Oh Izzy.” Brian gasped, as his self control ran out and he shoved himself fully into Isabella’s body and came.

She hugged his tighter, her own body succumbing to their shared passion and her kegels tightening around his invading dick then flexing, pulsing, as her orgasm rushed through her body.