Chapter 8

"You have quite a smile on your face," Cindy said the next morning.

"I'm just in a good mood," Sammi replied. If Cindy had been from Three Valleys she could have explained, only she wouldn't have had to: she and Stan had awakened early and had sex; afterwards they'd taken a nice long shower together. She was completely dressed and ready to face the day when he tossed her on the bed, flipped up her skirt and slip, pulled aside her panties and dove in with his tongue.

The night before she had gotten a taste of his tongue - he had touched the end of his nose. Now he used that clever digit to push it repeatedly into her entrance just as if he was fucking her with it. She lay back on the bed, giggling and mimicking his motions with her own tongue.

After a bit he pushed his fingers into her instead, pressed down on her pubic bone with his other hand, and applied his lips to the foreskin of her clit. He sucked, and Sammi felt a shiver of warmth flood her. It felt like he was trying to suck her clit.

She wanted to grab his head and direct him, and she wanted to clutch her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. Her bra was in the way, but that didn't stop her from trying.

When he curled his tongue around her clit and sucked it directly she almost screamed.

"God," she said when she caught her breath. "What did you do?"

"This," he said, repeating it.

Sammi couldn't help it, she came in a fast rush, pressing her pussy up against his face. He tongued her without mercy, until she came in one long, continuous shuddering release, one wave of incredible pleasure after another.

He finally relented, leaning back on his heels and gazing up between her legs. "You have an incredibly sexy pussy," he said.

"I... uh, I..." She struggled for words. She tried vainly to smooth her clothes down, to straighten up and look prim and proper. Stan made no move to help her.

Sammi finally sat upright on the bed. She pushed her hair back into shape and had to resettle her bra and breasts - she had somehow pushed them free of her bra. She deliberately kept her legs apart so he could see her pussy. She felt all warm and sexy and desirable and she loved the way he was looking at her. It was just sex, but she was sure they had both felt something more. After all, he didn't have to eat her out.

She finally got her panties back in place; this morning they weren't panties, they were just a covering for her sex. She had never thought of them that way before. She got her skirt all straightened out, and she and Stan walked hand-in-hand to the elevator.

The atrium was quiet; the only people around were a few kids picking over the remains of breakfast. The lobby was down the hall and around the corner and you had to use your key card to get through the doors. There was a small anteroom just short of the doors - from the hooks and hangers it was a place for storing coats and other things. Stan surprised her by pulling her in there.

"Stay tonight?" he asked.

"How about every night?" she countered.

"I'd love it, but only if you want to."

"I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't."

He kissed her, a passionate kiss that weakened her legs and set her pulse thundering in her ears. When they finally separated they were both breathing hard and Sammi was struggling for her composure.

Stan smiled mischievously. "And just as a hint of what's to come..." He dropped to his knee, lifted her skirt, and amid her giggling, pulled her panties down. He gently rubbed her clit, smiled up at her, and then began to lick her again.

Sammi shivered at the warm feelings that flooded her. She wanted him to continue, but she wanted him to stop, too. Her friends were supposed to be waiting for her outside.

Stan unzipped his pants, pulling out his half-hard cock. Sammi thought of sucking him off, but he had other ideas. He gave her a smile and rolled on a condom.

"Are you sure we have time?"

"Let's find out." He lubricated the condom with some jelly and then lifted her skirt and positioned his cock against her entrance.

She leaned over to give him a better angle, catching her breath as she felt him slide partway into her. Stan took her by the hips, pulling her back against him as he thrust forward. Sammi groaned as he pushed into her depths. Two more thrusts - she felt his tummy against her bottom.

"God, you are so tight."

"You are so big."

Sammi reached between her legs, feeling his balls, feeling his cock as he fucked her. She closed her eyes, pressing against her clit, rubbing herself in time to his thrusts. She felt so hot, so desirable, and this was going to be their little secret.

He fucked her steadily. She felt so hot and so open, so wide-open. She could hear people walking by in the hall, and bit her lips to keep from moaning in pleasure. He was giving her everything he had, and she loved it.

Her climax wasn't inevitable, but she was getting hotter and hotter. She pressed her clit and drew her legs together. He felt so big. Every thought was banished; there was nothing but the friction of his cock against her most sensitive places. She drew in on herself, lost in the wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

It was finally too much. As Stan sped up her entire middle clenched around him in a giant squeeze of pleasure. Wave followed wave, leaving her spent and gasping. She felt Stan groan as his own pleasure claimed him and he attempted to fill her with his cum.

Finally he slumped over her, breathing hard. Her legs were rubbery and she had to fight to stay standing. Stan moved back, his cock sliding reluctantly from her.

"God, I always feel so empty afterwards," Sammi murmured.

"What was that?" he replied, his voice thick.

"Um, nothing. Too bad we can't do that again."

Stan helped her upright, smoothing her skirt back down. He peeled the condom from his shrinking cock. His cock looked red and wrinkled. She gave it a playful squeeze before tucking it back in his pants. "Poor thing looks all worn out."

"It'll spend the rest of the day recovering. You sure drain it."

"I'd hate for it to give out on both of us."

He laughed. "Me, too. Now we'd better hurry. I think we're both supposed to be somewhere."

Sammi made a perfunctory search for her panties. They were around somewhere, probably kicked under something in her excitement. Oh, well, as long as she kept her skirt down nobody would notice.

Cindy and the other girls were waiting outside the building. Sammi felt wet and open, something she felt at school, but not quite this way. The morning breeze was sweeping up her skirt and her sex felt very obvious. She laughed to herself. She wasn't used to thinking about her sex, or even feeling it.

"You have a glow about you this morning," Cindy said when Sammi came down the steps. "Are you going to let us in on the secret?"

"She met a guy," Suzy said before Sammi could speak. "They were up late last night, talking. We had a dance, too, and they went."

"I wish I could meet someone," Cindy said, sighing. "But between school and practice there just isn't enough time."

The tram came right then, cutting off any conversation. Everyone piled aboard with much joking and talking. Sammi settled in next to Suzy, who gave her a smile, and then turned around to resume talking with someone else.

Sammi shifted uncomfortably. Normally she didn't think about what she had on; blouse and skirt, they were just the clothes a girl wore. When she thought of clothes she thought of a skirt and blouse, or maybe a dress. She gave no thought to what went under them - well, except when she had had to start wearing a bra. But now, suddenly, she was thinking of her panties.

Wearing them wasn't a modesty thing, not like it was for the girls elsewhere in the Project. There was enough nudity in Three Valleys that nobody ever worried about seeing someone nude; if you wanted to see someone nude you went to the pool with them. Panties had to have some other reason other than being a last ditch barrier between any prying eyes and her pussy.

She laughed to herself. Much more thinking like this and she should probably move to Lower, or even Seaside where clothes were irrelevant. That reminded her. She'd seen a notice about a student exchange program. You could exchange places with another student in another area. She'd looked at the list of places you could do this with, and while Seaside wasn't mentioned, Lower was, and so were all of the places that were related to Lower. This could be a way to see Rod a lot more often than before.

She decided she'd ask one of the teachers about clothes. If they didn't know the answer they'd tell her where she could find out. But for right now she'd just enjoy the delicious feel of being exposed down there. It was her little secret.

Of course they went shopping again. Center had a lot of stores and they tried a different part of town. Rachel, one of the girls from the same town as Cindy, had been to Center before and led them from store to store. By the end of the afternoon they were a little tired, and more than a little hungry. At their insistence Rachel led them to a restaurant she knew about.

The restaurant was on a terrace above the river that ran through the middle of Center. There was a large world map above the buffet, showing the sunrise and sunset lines, the ice sheets and the cities and towns of First Phase.

"I wish I was home," Traci said. She, Suzy and Cindy were sharing the table with her. "Right now I'd be in the backyard with nothing to do except my homework, and that would be for later."

"Is it pretty warm where you're from?" Cindy asked. "We're far enough north that we get the weather from the ice sheets." She grimaced. "Winter can be real cold."

Traci shook her head. "Ours can be pretty warm. There's a big river a couple of miles from us, and in the winter we can see chunks of ice floating downstream from the ice sheets. It seems a bit odd, there you are with a fan on because it's so hot, and just a few yards away you can see this large chunk of ice." She looked at Suzy and Sammi. "Where's Three Valleys? I never did learn that."

"A long way from any ice sheet," Suzy replied. "Three Valleys is in this bulge of South America that sticks out to the west." She giggled. "Geography was never my strongest point."

"There are supposed to be islands to the west of us," Sammi added, "and a big inlet of water to the east beyond the mountains. All of this keeps us from getting a lot of the storm surge that hits the Pacific Coast. Three Valleys is in from the coast, though. We're up on a plateau, and on a really good day you can see the ocean. We do have ice, there's a river that runs through the valley I live in that drops off into this terrific waterfall."

"I've seen pictures of that," Traci said. She sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I wish I could see it. All we have are rolling hills. That's great for raising crops and horses, but not much else."

"And kids," Cindy said. "Didn't you tell me you have six brothers and sisters."

Traci nodded. "Every family is big. It seems like mother was pregnant all the time. I'm the second oldest girl in my family. My older sister got married three years ago and had her second baby last month. I'm 17 and people are asking me when I'm going to get married."

"Most of our families are small," Cindy said. "Two or three kids seems to be it."

"Same in Three Valleys," Sammi said. "I have a twin brother and we're the youngest, so our family has four kids, but we're an exception. Most families have three, only a few have more."

"I wish." Traci shook her head. "Just between you guys and me, I don't want to have a lot of kids. Trouble is, there's lots of land to farm, and that's the way it gets settled. A couple gets married, takes over some acreage, puts it to the till and starts having kids. Pretty soon they have more than enough land to farm. The eldest son takes over, while the rest strike out to get their own acreage."

"What if they don't have any boys?" Cindy asked. "What then?"

"Then whoever the eldest girl marries takes over the farm," Traci said.

"We have a couple more valleys that can be settled," Suzy said. "Three Valleys will become Four Valleys, and, who knows, maybe Five Valleys. And then there's the coastal strip..."