Part 8B

Jenna

I had sort of a mini breakdown at lunch. It wasn't as bad as it could have been; I imagine I could have very easily fell to total pieces and been in a really bad way. It was sort of like a flash back. Moments before it happened, I was fine. More than fine, actually, I was really happy. I was sitting at lunch with my friends, then Mikey came up and hugged me. I hadn't seen him since before the whole thing happened, and from the way he hugged me, I think he hadn't gotten a chance to talk with Sam about what happened.

It all came rushing back. I relived the whole thing, every moment blowing through me like a film in fast-forward. I snapped back to the present and for a moment I wasn't even sure what was going on or where I was. I was shaking and fighting not to cry myself out.

Once I realized where I was and that I was safe, I was okay. Sam's reassuring presence there beside me did a lot to help, and it was a big comfort to have all my friends there around me to lend their support. I was able to gather myself more easily than I thought.

I wasn't lying when I said I needed to see someone, though. I knew I needed to make sure I was okay, really okay. Maybe I was feeling like I was dealing with this so well because I wasn't dealing with it, wasn't dealing with it at all. Or maybe I was as strong as my friends insisted. Who knows? What I did know was that no matter how strong I was or wasn't, I needed to be sure to sort my feelings out about the whole thing, and I should probably do it with someone who would be most able to help me.

"I should go see Counselor Taylor," I told Sam as our group left the lunchroom and dispersed for their various classes.

Sam and I walked hand in hand down the halls. I had let go of his cock, more out of a need to free him up for requestors than any real desire to release him. My palm was still warm with the feel of his meatiness. It made me quite slick and slippery for the first requestor, who diddled me lightly and made me shiver.

"Probably," Sam nodded, squeezing my hand. He hadn't gotten any requests, yet, but there were a few girls already walking down the hall toward us, and by their giggling and glancing at Sam as they approached, I doubted they were going to walk right on past us.

"I hope she can help. I've never really talked to her before," I told him. "Not about something like this, I mean. The most we've ever talked about was how I've been doing in classes and what my plans are."

"I know what you mean," Sam smiled. "But I'm sure she can do something at least. She could probably listen to you and help you figure this all out. If nothing else she could direct you to someone else."

"I don't know if I want to go to a full blown psychologist or anything like that," I told him.

"If you need to, you should," Sam replied firmly. "Don't discount what you've been through just because you're dealing with it better than most people do."

"I'm not," I shrugged. "I just think it's not a really big problem. I don't think I need extreme measures, just some measures."

"Let's see what Counselor Taylor says about that, okay?" Sam suggested. "She'd know better than us. And I think she'll appreciate how you feel about it all. If she says you need to take more serious measures, you should listen to her."

"I will," I yielded. "Would you mind if I stopped by her office today after school?"

"Of course not," Sam smiled. He squeezed my hand firmly and we stepped a bit further down the hall before being stopped just outside the door to Art for a set of requests. I focused on talking with Sam, which was difficult with a pair of hands fondling and squeezing my breasts. The guy took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked, a bit more roughly than I was used to be not unpleasantly so. In fact, it was kind of nice...

"Whatever you need to do to help you cope and get through all this is what needs to happen, and I'll help however I can," Sam told me.

I stared as a girl tugged and pulled slowly on his dick, twisting her hand gently along the length of his shaft. The thick pole quivered slightly in her hand. I rubbed my thighs together at the sight of it, feeling an overwhelming urge to play with my clit. This Program thing was really driving me up the wall.

"I love you," I whispered to him as we stepped into Art. He smiled and kissed me softly on the tip of my nose, which almost made me giggle. He was so cute.

"I love you too," he smiled.

"Ah, love," Mr. Nunimeier said as he walked in just behind us. "Makes me sick, frankly."

"Someone sounds bitter," Sam laughed.

"Shut up you," Mr. Nunimeier replied. He sobered suddenly and walked up to us, reaching out to pat my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Just a bit shaken, but I'm doing pretty good all things considered."

"Do you need to sit down? Step out for anything, anything at all?"

"No," I said, trying to give him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Would you like to be excused from participating today?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

Mr. Nunimeier gave me a long, hard stare for several minutes before nodding and stepping away. "If you're sure. Just let me know if anything is out of place with you. No pressure today, okay?"

The class began to fill with students. They set up their supplies at the easels and waited for Mr. Nunimeier to direct them.

"Either of you need relief?" Mr. Nunimeier asked us.

I glanced at Sam, who shrugged and arched a brow at me. "I'll be fine, things died down a bit over lunch."

"I'm good too," he smiled.

"Boo!" one of the students called, which got him an elbow in the ribs and a bit of snickering from his friend. Mr. Nunimeier gave the guy a dark look but let it go.

"If anyone will get their supplies out and ready, we can start," Mr. Nunimeier said and swung the door shut after the bell. "Today we'll continue in a similar direction to what we've been doing all week.

"However, as long as it's okay with them," Mr. Nunimeier nodded in our direction, "We'll be having Sam and Jenna pose together."

"Fine with me," Sam grinned.

"Yeah, same here," I agreed.

"Why'd I even bother asking?" Mr. Nunimeier muttered, rolling his eyes, then cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Like I said, we'll be sketching a pose with Sam and Jenna together, naked of course. But, and I mean this," he warned, "The feel that we're going for isn't erotic or sexual in nature so much as tender and peaceful. We want to convey a connection, as if our two subjects are paused in a quiet moment and happily simply sitting together."

He glanced at us and asked, "Do you think you two can manage that?"

Sam arched an eyebrow at me and smiled softly. "Yeah, I think I can manage."

"Sounds fun," I replied, winking at Sam.

"Alright, let's hurry and get started," Mr. Nunimeier nodded. "I doubt our artists will have time to draw the both of you before the bell as it is, but we'll see how far we can get."

We ended up in a pretty nice pose. Mr. Nunimeier pulled a nondescript wall prop forward and Sam sat down on the floor in front of it, leaning back against it and relaxing with his legs extended and open. I sat between them, facing away from him. I leaned back, scooting downward slightly so that I ended up with my head propped against his tight chest and my weight distributed along his abdomen. I was careful not to put any weight directly on his exposed cock.

Mr. Nunimeier thought I would be uncomfortable and tried to get us to switch positions, but I didn't mind in the least and I told him so. There honestly wasn't anywhere in the world I would've rather been just then.

The pose fixed me with my face turned slightly to the side, giving my profile, my eyes closed in a content expression with my cheek against him. My hands rested in my lap. Sam gazed toward the students drawing us, his face smiling ever so softly while he draped his arms around me, loose but protective and comforting. His arms half-hid my breasts, providing what I imagine was an alluring view of my not-quite concealed body.

For several moments I just sat/laid there, breathing in the scent of him. He smelled of soft, subtle cologne and maleness. It was kind of funny. I knew how to identify most perfumes and sprays girls wore... whether it was the smell of apricots or pears or island fruits, or it was flowering jasmine or lavender or soft orchids. But I honestly couldn't figure out what kind of cologne he was wearing. How did guys figure out what they smelled like? All I could really distinguish was that it smelled fresh and crisp and natural and slightly cool. Mint, maybe? I don't think so. It didn't really matter.