Chapter 18

The nice thing about a pool party with older kids, Sammi decided, was that she hadn't been with any of these guys before. She'd had sex every boy in her class year, well, 31 of the 32 of them; she hadn't had sex with Sam and wasn't going to. She licked her lips. Tonight was going to be fun.

The house was one of the older ones in the Valley. It was set well up on the side of the Valley with a view of Terminus, Valley's End, and, distantly, the ocean--though that was mostly lost in the clouds. The grass was an emerald green, and the walkway lined with trees. The house was typical of the houses on the edge of the Valley: two stories with a shake roof. There were dozens of similar houses scattered up and down the Valley.

The pool was in back, surrounded by trees, a grassy strip, and a small cabana with towels, ice, and other party needs. There were several kids crowded around the cabana, most with food in their hand.

"I've met about half the kids here," Bob said. "Ordinarily I'd meet more, but..."

"You've only been here a week," she said. "Less, actually."

He flashed her a grin. "I know, and that can be kind of fun, if you know what I mean."

"You mean meeting new people?"

He nodded. "I know a few from last year, but that's it."

"Then let's mingle." Sammi clutched his arm and almost pulled him into the crowd of people at the other end of the pool.

She knew a couple of the kids from tennis, and before long she was chatting happily with them about the Center Cup, tournaments they'd been to, and matches they'd played. Bob noticed the deferential way the girls were treating her, and commented on it during a lull.

"It's because I beat them soundly during the tournaments," Sammi replied. "There's a pecking order in tennis, we call it a seeding, and I'm farther up it than they are, and we all know it."

"That's like so many things," he chuckled. "There's a ranking system, everybody knows what it is, and where they are on it."

Couples had already begun to pair off and retire to the grass. Sammi looked around, trying to subtly let Bob know which ones she liked and which she didn't. He seemed to be attracted to the brunettes--she was a brunette, so those girls were obviously the competition--she steered him toward the couples where the girl was a blonde.

They chatted with one couple for a bit, and at their invitation followed them to the grass. The girl, Candace, was tall, nearly Bob's height, with straight blonde hair, a heart-shaped face with a little dimple on her chin, small pointed breasts with pink nipples and a flat tummy.

The guy was just as tall, but with dark brown hair, strong shoulders, a narrow waist and almost no butt. His dick emerged from a nest of almost black hair. It was already beginning to thicken out, and Sammi wondered if its length would be in proportion to his height. She'd heard that on some guys it did, but on others a girl could be disappointed.

His name was Phil, and he kissed pretty well. His body was warm, if a bit hairy, and she liked rubbing against it. He soon found those places on her body that set her off. She returned the favor--his dick matched his height--and within a few minutes he got down to the main course.

"Um, sweet," she murmured when he slid into her. They weren't using condoms at this party, and she could feel every ridge and bump on his length.

"I've decided," Phil said, "that athletic girls are more fun."

"We are? Why?"

"Well, you have better muscles. That makes you a lot tighter." He withdrew slightly, and then slid home again. "For instance, you're as excited as can be, and as wet, but I can barely get in you."

"Well, you do feel bigger than a lot of guys I know."

He chuckled, which made his cock move in interesting ways. "I'm not that big, but thank you." He settled his arms around her and kissed her beneath the ear.

That kiss felt so warm and tingly that she sighed happily. If somebody had asked her to pick between tennis or this, she'd have a hard time choosing, but tennis might come in second. There was a lot to be said for having sex with someone outdoors on a warm evening.

He was warm, he was hard, and he lasted, lasted long enough to bring her to a soaring, clutching climax that left her panting for breath. He joined her moments later, and they cuddled for a few minutes as they calmed down.

Afterwards she and Bob took a dip in the pool. There was another couple there, they got to talking, and after a few minutes of touching, kissing, and caressing, they got towels and found an empty spot. This boy, Troy, lasted longer. Sammi heard Bob cumming at the same time she did, and they held hands as they recovered.

"One more?" Sammi asked hopefully. She knew she could easily go with one more guy, but she wasn't sure Bob was up to it. Like most guys, he only had limited strength. This had been a school day, so Bob had already cum twice today.

"Maybe," Bob said. "You know, there are times I wish I was a girl; I wouldn't be limited to three or four times in a day."

"We can get pretty sore down there," she said. "There've been some times I've been so sensitive I could barely stand to wipe myself after I've peed."

"Well, if you want to, go ahead, but don't expect me to keep up."

She shook her head. "No, I'd rather do it together. Besides, tomorrow is a school day."

"Yeah, that it is, and I'm sure we both have some homework to do."

"Now that's being practical." She looked over the lawn covered with writhing bodies. She could feel herself getting turned on. She took a deep breath and looked away. They weren't going to, and that was it."

"This was a pretty good party," Bob said.

"And it was fun doing something together like this."

"I agree." He took her hand. "You know, you didn't ask me if I wanted to go with you. I think I could get up for that."

"You mean," she said in mock horror, "have sex with the person you came with? Isn't that considered socially inappropriate or something?"

"But I intend to cum with the person I have sex with," he said, twisting her sentence around. "How does that sound?"

She took his hand and slid it down to her bottom. "It sounds wonderful."

He led her to a clear place on the lawn. His first touches were electric. He caressed her side, kissed her breasts and tummy, eventually working his way down between her legs. Sammi gasped at the first sizzling touch of his tongue. He seemed to know just what to do. His fingers found every hot little spot and teased them into a bonfire. His final and most intimate touch was when he slid into her and caressed every raw nerve inside her with his hard length, sending her over the top in a wild tumult of heat and feeling.

She came down from that to feel him moving rhythmically. Already wound up from her previous climax, and the ones before it, she lost herself in wave after wave of intensity, building to a shuddering completion that wrung every ounce of energy out of her.

He hadn't completed, and now she moved against him, caressing him, bringing him up to that final completion where he shuddered and gasped, pouring his essence into her. Breathing hard, he collapsed against her.

"I think," he said between gasps, "that it's time to go home."

"But that would require moving," she said. "I'm not sure I want to."

"We'll have to sooner or later, and we may fall asleep if we don't."

She stirred, reluctant to leave his arms. "There you go, making sense again."

"I realize somebody has to, and that normally it's the girl, but..."

She sighed. "But this time you're right." She slipped away from him, wanting to return and lie half-asleep in his arms, just conscious enough to be aware of his arms around her. She took a swim to wash off, then reluctantly dressed. She wondered what it would be like to live in a place where you didn't have to dress if you didn't want to, and nobody would mind if you wore clothes or not. It was a strange fantasy, one she knew had no chance of coming true.

She felt empty until she finally got to bed an hour later. It wasn't like before; this time she felt like there should be a warm body snuggled against her. Most guys were good that way, but she knew that none could do it as well as Bob.

Her practical side took over then, something she'd been told over and over a girl had to develop. So the two of you are good in bed. She grinned to herself in the darkness of her bedroom; they were dynamite in bed. But did that mean they were good together otherwise? That was the question. They had to be compatible out of bed, and in a lot of ways that was more important than the first one. At least in Three Valleys, if you weren't that good in bed, there were plenty of opportunities to make up for it.

The best example was one of their neighbors. Everyone knew Jacqui and Mark were so-so in bed together. They even told you if you asked them: Jacqui said Mark was a boring lover, and Mark said Jacqui 'just lay there'. But they had fun together. They liked the same things, they were passionately involved with their business. But their sex life was just nothing.

That was where the neighbors helped out. Sammi had overheard her parents. Her mother loved sex with Mark. She said he was tender, strong, and well-built. Sammi smiled. Oh, yes, he was very well built, with a flat, well-defined stomach, a bottom a girl could sink her fingers into, and legs that looked strong enough for two men without being too big. And Dad said Jacqui was hot and wild when they were in bed, with soft, sensitive breasts, and tummy muscles that could hold a man forever.

Jacqui and Mark got their sexual needs satisfied, and they were right for each other. She hoped, she prayed that she and Bob would be right for each other. With that thought she turned over and went to sleep.

The next day, as she was about to leave Sex Ed, Mrs. Miller stopped her. "I have this note for you to go to the Office," she said. "I'm to take you."

Sammi looked at the note. "Does it have to be right away? I need to go to the bathroom, and I should probably clean up."

"Unfortunately it says 'right away'," Mrs. Miller said. "But you do need to go to the bathroom. Let's do that."

Sammi took her turn in the restroom, and then followed Mrs. Miller to the office. She was surprised to see Jeannette and Jeannette's mother sitting next to the school secretary.

"Jeannette is thinking of transferring here," the secretary said. "While her mother discusses the particulars, we'd like you, as her friend, to show her around."

Sammi motioned Mrs. Miller over. "Everything?" she asked in a low voice. "What about, you know, the class we just had?"

Mrs. Miller repeated the question to the secretary. "Everything," Mrs. Miller told Sammi in a low voice. "She knows, and we want her to have a complete picture."

"All right," Sammi said. She looked at Jeannette. "Ready to see the sights?"

Jeannette stood up. "I guess." She was wearing a pale yellow dress over a white blouse, and it was clear she was uncomfortable wearing them. "Let's go."

"Your school was in a two story building," Sammi said as they walked down the hall. "Ours is laid out like an old wagon wheel. Subjects are grouped together in a single spoke." She stopped and gestured at the hall to their immediate left. "This is the science spoke. It has the biology, chemistry and physics classes. The next one over is for English and Literature, and has the library at the far end."

"Ah," Jeannette said. As they resumed walking she read the signs. "This next one is... mathematics, right?"

"Algebra, geometry, trigonometry and calculus," Sammi said. She gestured to her right. "The wheel isn't complete, it's sort of a half-wheel. The cafeteria is here in the hub, along with the lawn where we can eat outside if the weather's nice."

"Where's the gym? I heard you have a pool."

"Down at the end," Sammi said. "It was built first, well, the pool was, and the architects kept it separate. There's a covered walkway so you won't get wet if it's raining. Do you want to see it?"

They climbed the steps to the balcony that overlooked the pool. Down below there were kids swimming laps, while others worked on their swimming technique in a smaller pool. Through the doors they could see the exercise room with kids working on the various machines.

"Is this like what you guys have?"

"The kids are more dressed," Jeannette said. "Shorts and a halter."

"Except in the pool." Sammi gestured toward the back doors from the balcony. "These lead to the tennis courts, basketball courts, baseball diamond, and other outdoor activities."

"Are they used during the school day?"

"From time to time. Most of the time they're used after school."

"People down in Seaside use the school facilities all day long," Jeannette said as they walked down the steps. "The school posts when the students will be using them, and everybody sort of works around that."

"That may happen at other schools," Sammi said, "but not here. Those schools are in towns, we aren't."

"I was surprised that this school is just a stop on the trolley," Jeannette said as they walked back to the main building.

"They had the land here," Sammi said, "and this was sort of central for a lot of people."

Jeannette stopped at the door and looked back at the wall of the valley towering over them. There was a draw and the roof of some buildings back there. "What's back there?"

"Part of our college," Sammi said. "Plus there's a research station up near the top of the valley. There's also some other stuff, weather and animal control facilities, mostly."

Jeannette nodded. "Things are more compact here than I thought. I always pictured each valley as being kind of spread out."

"This valley is nearly 30 miles long," Sammi said. "But it's only six miles wide. In a couple of places it narrows down to two miles. We're spread out, but not horizontally."

"We're supposed to go to Outlook tomorrow," Jeannette said. "My mom said the view is fantastic."

"It's not as good as the view from Valley's End," Sammi said, "but that's just my opinion."

"Well, I kind of agree with you," Jeannette said quietly. "But I'm not going to argue with her." She walked down the hall, and stopped. "What's down this spoke? It says 'Health & Sex Education'. Aren't they the same?"

"Not... really." She didn't want to show Jeannette this, but she couldn't put her finger on just why. She'd heard the stories told by the girls she'd met in Center, and there had been other stories, mostly distorted, about the way people lived in Three Valleys. Still, Mrs. Miller said it would be all right.

"Let's... how about I show you instead," Sammi said reluctantly. "I'd better warn you, you may not like what you're going to see. You might be shocked or something."

Jeannette grinned. "Now you're making it sound mysterious."

Sammi didn't say anything. She just walked down the spoke, finally stopping at a small door set between two classrooms. "We can't barge in on the classes," she said, gesturing at the door. "This is so people can observe the classroom without interrupting things."

She undogged the door and pulled it open. The room was almost completely dark with chairs facing the classrooms on either side. Sammi pulled the door shut behind Jeannette and touched a control next to the door. Windows on either side of the room defrosted to show the students on the other side.

Sammi spotted her cousin Jenny right away. She was lying propped up on a pile of pillows. She had her legs wrapped around the legs of the boy she was with today. She was clutching his biceps, and pushing up on him with her hips while he was putting it to her with short, sharp strokes. The boy's face was as red as Jenny's, and from the tension it was obvious they were close.

"This is Sex Education," Sammi said quietly as she settled in one of the chairs.

"This is... oh, my." Jeannette stopped and sank in one of the chairs. "They're having... they're doing it, aren't they?"

"That's what Sex Education means," Sammi said.

In the other room Jenny lifted her chin slightly. Her face seemed to grow hard for a few seconds. Her fingers grew white on the tanned skin of his arms. The boy's face tensed, and after a few seconds his body jerked several times, and then slowed to a stop.

"Did what I think happened just happen?" Jeannette whispered.

"I'm pretty sure it did," Sammi said. Jenny and the boy were kissing as he slumped down on top of her. After a few seconds they rolled over. His cock, still covered by his condom, slid out of her and flopped down his thigh. Sammi could see the puddle of white in the tip. Jenny and the boy kissed again, and snuggled together.

"This is... they actually teach you to have sex?" Jeannette's voice sounded a little strangled.

"Every day."

"Every day? You mean you have... you do this every day?"

"There's a more basic class going on behind us," Sammi said after a look over her shoulder. "This is where you learn to give each other pleasure, but you aren't doing the whole thing yet."

The kids behind them were practicing oral and finger sex. Most of the boys' cocks looked red and wilted as if they'd already cum. The boys were now working on the girls, rubbing their clits with their fingers while they licked their pussies. Most of the girls were lying back, their eyes closed, clearly enjoying what was going on. A few, such as the girl next to the window, were clutching their breasts as the boys pleasured them.