Part 5B

Sam

"That was crazy," Jenna blurted as soon as we left class. I was inclined to agree with her...

"The having to be touched by two guys?" I asked.

"Well, yes, that was crazy too," she blushed, "But I was talking about the blindfolding. I don't think I've ever been blindfolded in my life!"

I chuckled. That I hadn't expected. Mr. Gouski had really thought out this little experiment... he must really be interested in finding the results. It made me wonder what he had in store for me tomorrow. "You've never played pin the tail on the donkey?"

Jenna rolled her eyes and smiled at me. "It's hardly a comparable activity."

"Pin the tail on the Jenna, maybe?" I muttered.

"What?" Jenna asked, grinning.

"Nothing," I returned the grin.

"You make really bad jokes, you know," Jenna giggled.

I winced self-consciously. "I know. I should stop, shouldn't I?"

"No!" Jenna smiled widely. "I like them. I think you're one of the funniest persons I've ever met. You always make me laugh, and that's a good thing."

"What can I say?" I smiled, feeling a strange swell of pride. "It's a gift."

Jenna giggled and reached out a hand, which I took and squeezed softly. It occurred to me how natural it felt to have her hand in mine. I hadn't even thought about it. By the look on Jenna's face, neither had she.

We got a few requests as we walked to Anatomy. Nothing too noteworthy; the usual girls fondling and pulling at my cock, the usual guys playing with Jenna's breasts and feeling her ass. Todd, apparently impressed by what he experienced in Psychology, requested to touch Jenna's breasts, to which she smiled and consented.

I once again found myself getting a nagging jealous feeling. I still wasn't bothered by the fact that other guys were getting to touch her, but I was less than happy that I hadn't been able to feel her breasts yet. I understood that guys were going to be touching her during Program week, and I didn't let it bother me; I'd have to be as misguided as Derik to do otherwise. But dammit, I wanted to feel too!

So why didn't I? She had given me permission to do whatever I wanted this morning... and feeling her breasts certainly fell under 'whatever'. I had felt her ass... I'd felt her pussy... I'd even eaten her pussy... and now the girl had given me a blowjob... something that blew my mind so completely that I wasn't even able to think able to fully reflect on it yet. So why was I being such a chicken shit about feeling up her boobs? What the hell kind of sense did that make?

Yeah. The blowjob. What could I say about it? Wow. Really... really... wow. My first blowjob... and it was done by a girl I was pretty sure I was falling completely head over heels for. That it had been Jenna somehow made it special... made it perfect. I could tell she wasn't entirely sure what she was doing... the whole time I could feel her taking experimental little motions, trying this with her lips and that with her tongue, trying to get a feel for what worked and what she could do and do well. It was incredible. I felt somehow very privilege to be the one she was beginning to learn on. It was like we were learning together, or something sappy like that. I was being a hopeless romantic again.

We walked into Anatomy with most of the class still to arrive. Ms. Celvin greeted us with a smile and began writing on the board.

"What're we doing today?" I asked. "We aren't going to examine my prostate or anything, are we?"

Ms. Celvin laughed and shook her head. "Not exactly. We will be examining the internals of the reproductive system, male and female both, but we'll be doing it on power point slides."

"You mean we get to be out of the spotlight today?" Jenna asked hopefully.

"Yep," Ms. Celvin smiled. "Only because I couldn't think of how to tie you two into the lesson for today."

"Yay!" Jenna giggled. "I love you Ms. Celvin. You're giving us a break."

"Tomorrow you won't love me anymore," Ms. Celvin chuckled.

"Resuming being evil tomorrow?" I smirked.

"Something like that. You'll be helping out again."

" 'Helping'," I muttered sarcastically.

Ms. Celvin ignored me. "I know you students in the Program have to do a lot of strange things in all your classes, but you really don't understand how much you help the teachers explore new concepts and lessons that really interest their students, for once."

"Naked equates interest?" I asked. I was helpful. Really.

"Shouldn't you have plenty of chances to do these kinds of lessons though?" Jenna asked. Okay, so maybe she really was helpful and I wasn't. I couldn't help it.

"Not really," Ms. Celvin replied. "Haven't you noticed that there hasn't been a single Program student in the class before you two?"

"It's still pretty early in the semester," I pointed out.

"Yes," Ms. Celvin admitted, "But you two are still some of the first Program students I've had."

Jenna and I exchanged glances. "Really?" Jenna asked.

"Really," Ms. Celvin repeated. "The Program has only been going on at Monroe High for a few years now."

"Isn't that long enough to get some Program students in your class?" Jenna asked.

"It should be," Ms. Celvin replied, "But if you've noticed, most students tend to complete their Program duties in their Freshman or Sophomore year."

Jenna and I looked at each other again. It seemed neither of us had, in fact, noticed. "Two of our Junior friends haven't gone into the Program. Andrew Myers and Derik West," I explained.

"Probably just a coincidence," Ms. Celvin said dismissively.

"Plus Derik has been signed out of Program participation," Jenna added. I shrugged.

"See? In any case, I haven't seen any Program students in this class because my students are almost always Juniors and Seniors, and almost always through their Program week by then," Ms. Celvin explained. "So yes, this is a pretty big deal for this class. I've only had three other Program students so far, and I've never had two Program students in the same class. I'm willing to bet it's the same situation with your other classes. Think about that and remember you really are helping us teachers out."

By now the class had filed in and taken their seats. They were doing the usual class rabblerousing till the bell rang.

"Okay then, let's get started," Ms. Celvin called the class to attention. "First, of course, do either of you want relief?"

"Yes ma'am," Jenna replied. She smiled warmly at me, her eyes dancing mischievously. "Sam?"

I tried not to grin too widely for fear of my face splitting. She asked for me directly. I was so on cloud nine.

Jenna took her seat and I knelt in front of her. My hands came up and slowly traced her sides my thumbs circling slowly upward and stopping just below her breasts. I still couldn't bring myself to touch them. It was as if there was a wall between them and my hands. A stupid ridiculous wall that my stupid ridiculous brain wouldn't let me go through. I wondered how she felt about getting relief two days in a row in the same class.

"I'm really worked up. Just go for it," Jenna whispered to me, looking down at me with. Her breathing was already quick and her face was slightly red.

Apparently she felt pretty good about it all in all.

She'd asked me to go straight for the kill. Who was I to argue? My head sank down between her splayed thighs and I wrapped my lips around Jenna's hairless vulva as my hands slid downward to gently caress and squeeze her rounded hips.

I heard a gasp above me but I was too focused to glance up. I sucked firmly on Jenna's plump mound, running my tongue along her cleft as I moved my hands down to her thighs and gave them a light squeeze, enjoying their supple, soft feel in my hands. I ran my tongue down to the bottom of Jenna's slit and back up to the top. I spent several moments sucking and pulling softly at the flesh with my lips before releasing her pussy from my mouth.

Jenna moaned loudly again as I sucked on one of her folds and then the other. My tongue slid between her pussy lips and into her pink inner flesh. Juices collected in my mouth and I swallowed them as my tongue explored her smooth juicy womanhood. I sucked at her pussy as my tongue slid up and down her slit, firmly licking the slippery, sticky flesh with the broad side of my tongue.

Jenna jumped and shuddered when my tongue firmly swept over her clit. I smiled to myself and gave her thigh another firmly squeeze. I circled her clit several times with my tongue and flicked the tip over the hood. I swept my tongue back down the valley of her pussy, tasting her honey-sweet juices as my lips worked softly against her shining flesh.

An arch of her hips pressed her slick pussy against my mouth. My tongue continued to trace her slit over and over, gathering thick juices between my lips as she writhed in pleasure. I reached down with my hands and gently spread her folds to open her pussy widely. I pulled her clitoral hood back to expose her throbbing button. I wrapped my lips around it and gave a sharp suck.

Jenna gave a quivering, throaty moan and began to lightly grind against my face. I lashed my tongue across her firm clit, using the broad of my tongue. My fingers massaged the lips I held open. At first my tongue went slowly, simply taking broad, firm upward strokes across the swollen little nub of flesh and setting Jenna's hips jerking with pleasure. Soon it began to speed up, and the broad strokes were replaced by flicks and lashes with the tip of my tongue. My lips worked at Jenna's clit, pulling and sucking as my tongue wrapped around it and caressed it wetly.

She launched into her first orgasm so suddenly I almost jumped. She began to scream, a shaky, wobbling wail that carried powerfully through the room. A hand tangled in my hair, holding my head firmly to her convulsing pussy. My tongue mashed firmly against her clit, never leaving it, sliding back and forth to maintain the contact and the stimulation as I sucked as hard as I dared. My fingers massaged her widely spread folds and my eyed glanced upward. I could barely see her face beyond the jiggling rise of her breasts and the way her back was arched, but I glimpsed her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth in a wide O of orgasmic rapture. Her head tossed slightly and her hair fell over her face and hid it from view.

After several charged moments Jenna launched into a second explosive orgasm seemingly before the first had even ended. I lashed and licked, sucked and nibbled, caressed and prodded at her clitoris with her tongue and lips, trying everything I could think of to maintain and heighten her pleasure. The hand on the back of my head was insistent, but she hadn't the strength to hold me to her anymore. She didn't need it; I was more than willing to eat her into wave after wave of pleasure. Part of me was sitting back and watching the whole thing with amazement and disbelief. I could hardly believe I was doing such a, at least in my opinion, good job of pleasuring this girl. I hardly even knew what I was doing, but I had thought about this a good deal (probably too much) since I had become aware of girls and all their wonderful possibilities years before.

Jenna came for a third time, an even more explosive orgasm that lasted for much longer than the first two. By the time she began to wind down what seemed like an hour later my tongue was starting to cramp and my lips were getting slightly numb. It was something of a relief when she finally pushed my head gently back.

I smiled up at her. She tried to return the smile but was barely able to. She was breathing heavily and a light sheen of sweat had broken out over her face. "That... was... so... amazing" she panted.

"Wow," I agreed. She giggled quietly at that and a bit of energy seemed to return to her.

I licked my lips clean before accepting a towel from Ms. Celvin. The class was clapping and lightly cheering just as they had yesterday.

"I guess Tuesday wasn't a fluke, huh?" Jenna smiled softly as she sat up and wiped the sweat from her face.

I felt my face turn red and smiled crookedly. "Guess not."

We went to our normal seats and Ms. Celvin started class, beginning internal anatomy. I zoned out as she started the power point slides displaying the anatomy of the testicles and the ducts and tubes associated with it. I knew this well enough.

I was puzzling over Jenna and how much she was starting to mean to me. I wanted to tell her I was starting to really feel deeply for her. I thought about how I would ask her if she wanted to go with me. I'd never delt with this kinda step before. I felt stupid and slow... most guys' my age had done this plenty of times by now. I was sure I was going to sound like a total moron.

I glanced at Jenna and caught her eye. She smiled softly at me before turning her attention back to her notes.

She really was amazing. I felt a swelling of pride when I thought of how I had given her pleasure, a shiver of desire when I remember her lips around my cock.

But it was more than those things. Until last night I had wondered if I was simply getting infatuated with her body. I worried I may be attracted simply because she was so often near me, naked, her more sensual charms and qualities on display for me to appreciate. But last night I had been as excited and pleased as I ever was to see her, clothed and covered as she was. If anything, I was even giddier to be in her presence outside of school... as if I that somehow made her more real in my life... and more obtainable. I had come to realize that as much as I had thoughts the pleasure and excitements of the flesh she offered (and I did have plenty of those thoughts), I thought even more about how much I wanted to spend all my time with Jenna... and that I really wanted to continue experiencing these things with her after our week in the Program was done. Was I in love? How could I even know if I was? I'd felt a narrow amount of love in my life... and to be in love? That I'd never felt before at all.

Was that why I felt a tingling along my skin whenever I saw her? Was that why my usual swift tongue got thick and heavy whenever I saw her? Why no matter what I was doing or thinking or participating in, whenever I saw her all thought went out of me and all I was left with was her filling my vision?

I still didn't know. I was an amateur in the field of romance and relationships, and I cursed myself for that now. All I did know was since Monday every time I closed my eyes her eyes were gazing at me, dancing with her playful smile. I had become intimately aware that her skin smelled of mellow pears and fresh, clean warmth. It felt firm and tight, supple and soft, feeling at once like everything I thought a woman should feel like and nothing like I expected one to. Her curves, the swell of a breast and roundness of hips were etched upon my minds eye but often overshadowed by the warmth of her smile and the way her nose crinkled that I thought so alluring. Her hair was a waterfall of darkness, brown-black silk tumbling down and shining as it swished about. I suddenly wanted to dip my hand into that fall of hair, feel the smooth strands sliding through my fingers...

"... Sam!"