Chapter 2

“Relax, folks. You’ll get used to the sight of those two in the nude, just as you have with the others. The fact that they are step-siblings shouldn’t really matter that much. It’s not as if they are lovers. Those of you who have already been in the Program should at least have some empathy for them and treat them how you wish to be treated,” Mr. Lamont insisted, making several of us roll our eyes.

I wasn’t entirely innocent, nor was Julie. We had taken part in the hazing, at least somewhat in the hope of getting some payback at the people who bullied us in the past. I did some groping, some feeling up, that kind of thing, but I honed in on popular prey out of revenge. If they were sure to hurt me and my friends, well, payback was a bitch wasn’t it, and who didn’t use power when they had it to get some of their own?

It was also as close as I thought myself likely to get to being in some girls’ pants, anyway. In the case of Missy Larsen, though I didn’t tell Kevin or Claire ... or Julie ... yeah, I tapped that. That was the one time, contrary to my expectations, where it went all the way. She didn’t even resist, in fact. She was sorta popular, certainly did her share of hazing and bullying me in the past, and part of me still wondered if guilt was a factor in her cooperation. All that I knew was that I went to her as a virgin and left as something else.

Part of me wondered if Missy ever told a soul or not, but there she was in any case, right there in my chemistry lab class. She took one look at me and giggled, as if she was now privy to some kind of inside joke. She also urged me to sit next to her. She didn’t have a boyfriend, at least to my knowledge, and I didn’t have a girlfriend, either. I wasn’t sure if she was eyeing me for the role, and I was torn about the idea in principle, but she could have just meant to hook up with me again.

“I told some ... friends about us. Sorry. But when a guy ... like you loses his cherry, it’s like ... how the hell were you still a virgin, anyway? I was a bit stunned that you were packing ... that ... and hadn’t been laid before, that’s all,” Missy whispered after I sat with her somewhat anxiously.

“Are you ... sure that you really want me for a lab partner? I meant ... you see me naked and I can ... remember you naked ... it’s a bit less lopsided in our case ... won’t it make you feel ... off, knowing that I’ve seen your breasts and your ass ... not to mention your pussy?” I found myself asking her.

“Oh, honey, that’s so sweet, but I’ll be fine. Lots of guys have seen me naked. All of me. I’m easy, babe. Very easy. I have been since I was fourteen and Mom caught me riding the cute Cambodian landscaper. Yeah, Mom put me on the Pill after that, mostly because Dad’s a racist and it would have killed him if I got knocked up by an Asian dude. By the way, you didn’t have the biggest dick I’ve ever had, but you had ... or have ... one of them. Like, seriously, in the top five.

“But that wasn’t the best part. The best part was that you enjoyed me without judging me at all, without looking down on me and thinking less of me because we fucked. To finally just cut loose and have fun, without expectations or judgment ... to just have it be what it should be, sex for the sake of pure pleasure ... mutual pleasure ... that was the unicorn for me ... and I found it with you a few weeks ago, when I took your cherry.

“So, how about it ... partners ... you and I ... in lab ... and in bed? Going from you to Kevin Connally, what a huge comedown ... it just reinforced that you were the best I’ve ever had. Relax, I don’t want to marry you ... or even date you. I want to fuck you, hon. I didn’t come with most guys, but I came twice with you. That’s a record for me, though I’m just seventeen, so there’s that,” Missy now put her moves on me, clearly afraid that some other girl would claim me and keep me to herself.

“Sure ... Missy ... we can do that. It’s not like I have a girlfriend or anything. And you don’t have ... a boyfriend, either, do you?” I stipulated.

“No, but even if I did ... and even if you had the hottest girlfriend in the world, I’d still want that dick, baby. That’s some sweet dick if you ask me. I’ve been craving it like mad ever since I first got it in me. I would do ... hell, just about anything ... to get that dick back in me where it belongs!” Missy whispered huskily, even as the teacher droned on about the lab experiment today.

“You two can make out later, guys ... we’ve some chemistry to do!” Roger Lamont demanded of us, breaking up the chatter for now.

The look on his face was telling ... he wanted that sweet, easy pussy, too, and I couldn’t blame him for that. Missy giggled and winked at him, blushing as she saw how hard he became right then. Roger might be married and such, but he was only human. His wife was one helluva drop dead gorgeous woman, too, but cock doesn’t care where a man puts it. Cock will get hard for any woman or girl that a man doesn’t find repulsive ... or man or lad, if he’s gay, or both if he’s bi.

“Oh, don’t be jealous, Mr. Lamont. You can experiment on me as much as you like!” Kayla Chang offered him ... not exactly an unappealing bribe, either.

Kayla was four feet, ten inches tall, ninety pounds soaking wet, and not exactly the busty type, but the breasts that she did have perky and her tush was enough to give any guy wet dreams. The Hong Kong native liked to give head, too, and she didn’t bother to deny it. She had sucked my dick twice in that same semester, though her motives were never clear to me. She hadn’t exactly stopped until my cock was sore, either, swallowing back to back loads for some reason.

“I don’t think that counts as lab work, Miss Chang,” Mr. Lamont blushed as he realized just what she meant.

“Why not? I like to test how many loads a man can send down my throat before he’s too sore to get it up again. That’s science, right? And cum has a lot of protein, too, so you’d help me get a little taller. It’s a yummy, salty snack, if you ask me. If your wife’s the issue, I eat ladies out, too, including ravishing ebony goddesses like her,” Kayla didn’t even deny what she meant.

Kayla wasn’t lying about Mrs. Nicole Lamont, either. She was Haitian, black, of course, and rumored to be into voodoo (talk about stereotypes, right?). She was also a busty, luscious woman with plenty of charm as well as beauty, and some of the loveliest curls I saw on a lady before. I would hit that, too, if I thought that I stood a chance with it. She had reportedly lured her husband into public sex on at least three separate occasions, but that could just be gossip like the voodoo part. Theirs was an interracial marriage and a very happy one from what I could tell.

“Okay, enough talk of that. Let’s get back to our classwork, shall we?” Mr. Lamont nervously stammered and retreated from our presence.

“Hey, Missy, when you’re not using his dick, mind sharing it with me? Hell, we could make it a threesome! Like I told him, I do chicks, too. Pussy is almost as yummy as dick ... almost. And ass is to die for, if you just give it a chance,” Kayla suggested as we worked, her own lab partner snorting with shock and disgust by now.

“Do you have to be so ... lewd? Besides, it’s up to Jack who he wants to sleep with, if anyone,” Lizzie Farnsworth, an avowed Mormon, grimaced, even as she tried not to stare at my unit.

“Oh, like you’d mind, as long as you got to be one of his wives,” Kayla taunted her, knowing full well that modern Mormons didn’t do polygamy, but loving to point out their past.

“Knowing her, she’d constantly claw to be first wife, too,” Missy snickered, “but she has a point. Jack gets to choose his partners ... but if I were him, I’d fuck all three of us. Hell, I would love to eat her pussy ... and yours, to see what all of the fuss is about.”