Monday Afternoon/Evening: Part 1

Monday Afternoon/Evening

Allison

Allison had somehow made it through AP History without falling asleep. Was it because she was feeling really horny but had no way of getting relief? Her thoughts had gone to Emanuel part way through class – thoughts of his perfect body, his smile, his caring touch. A small voice in the back of head told her, You’re falling for him. She blushed just even remembering this.

As she made her way towards the cafeteria, she saw three boys waiting near some lockers. One of them looked at her and smiled – and she instantly knew what was going to happen next. “We three gentle folk would like to touch your bosoms. Would the fair lady allow us this pleasure?” one of them asked. She nodded her head yes, and slipped into her safe place. She watched cautiously as one of them gently massaged her left breast, while another did the same to her right. The third boy asked, “Would the lady allow me to taste and suckle on one of her nipples?” She nodded her head in agreement, almost absentmindedly. She could feel the excitement that was being held back. Five or six minutes later, the first boy whispered something in his companion’s ears. They stopped their touches, and thanked her for the chance to, “sample nature’s gift to her.” As they went away she stepped back out of her safe place, and continued on her way.

Just as Allison was about to make it into the cafeteria doors, another boy stopped her. “Hey, I wanna see you spread eagle.” Allison did the pose, fearing what he might say if she said no, but slipped into her safe place again. “Can I touch your pussy?” asked the boy.

Allison nodded her head no thinking, I don’t want anyone touching that area. Why would I allow you? “Then can I touch your tits?” he asked hopefully. She nodded her head yes, thinking, the last boys weren’t so bad, maybe he’ll be okay too. He groped roughly for a few minutes. As he did, she kept thinking over and over again, this isn’t happening. I’m not being touched.

He stopped, asking, “What are you, some kind of freak?” as he walked away. He stormed away, and breathed for a few seconds, then stepped out of her safe place for a moment.

As she walked through the doors, she felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder. The touch felt familiar and relaxing – and just as she thought this she felt heat start to emanate from her vagina. She turned to the body attached to the hand, and smiled as she saw Emanuel standing there.

“Did you miss me?” he asked sweetly. She smiled even brighter, and watched with amusement as he blushed deep red. She took his hand off her shoulder and placed it in her hand. He blushed even deeper, and she could make out a small smile breaking through. Are you sure you should be doing this? she wondered for a moment. She quickly silenced this thought and walked with him towards the growing lunch line.

As they stood there in line, she noticed the rest of the world appeared slightly hazy. I must really be falling for this man she realized, blushing. In response, his face grew red. She wondered how she could tell him what she had realized, and nearly had it when a thought popped up – what would mom and dad say about this? They’d call me a whore and kick me out of the house. She banished this thought as well. What if he thinks I’m a slut for this? she wondered next. She tried to banish this thought, but failed and felt herself slip into her safe place. Peeking out a moment later, she noticed the smile had faded from Emanuel’s lips, and had been replaced with a look of concern.

Emanuel

Emanuel realized in a moment what had just happened – Allison had felt uncomfortable with him, and slipped away. She calls it her ‘safe place’, he thought, but it seems like she’s using it to avoid discomfort all together. He tried to remember how to pull her out of the state, the answer clicking just as they got their food. I’ll have to wait until we sit down though he realized. He finally managed to guide her to an empty table, also somehow managing to keep any reasonable requests away from either of them.

Upon sitting down, he asked her gently, “Is there anything I can do to help you?” She answered by pulling him into a tight hug. He looked up after what seemed like an hour as Allison started to stir. He realized only ten minutes had passed, and something inside of him told him it was time to ask another question. “Is there anything else you need?” he asked gently. She looked up into his eyes and nodded yes, drawing his face closer to hers. “Can you tell me what you need?” he asked.

She signed, ‘kiss me’, then looked deeper into his eyes. He was ready to ask ‘are you sure’ but something told him not to. He leaned in and gently kissed her.

He immediately sensed a change in her – he could feel her moving out of her place. As she did, the kiss became more passionate, until both of their tongues were involved in it. After making out for a few minutes, ‘cause this certainly isn’t a quickie kiss his thoughts added, Allison stopped the kiss. She looked at him, staring him straight in the eyes, as a huge smile crossed her face. Emanuel glanced around and briefly noticed the crowd watching them, but they seemed meaningless in the moment. He started to open his mouth, but a quick look from Allison told him everything he needed to know.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, shoulder to shoulder, seemingly inseparable. Emanuel looked up for a moment to see Amanda walking over towards them along with Barbara and Lucas. “So, I see you’re getting along with your new partner quite well” she remarked.

Emanuel smiled at Allison and replied back, “Of course Amanda. Why wouldn’t I?” Amanda sat down at the table and motioned for Barbara and Lucas to do the same.

“Since the five of us were chosen to be singled out, we might as well eat lunch together. Allison and Emanuel, this is Barbara and Lucas. Lucas is the captain of the football team in case you didn’t know.” Emanuel watched as Allison rolled her eyes and started to slip into her place again. He looked at her for a moment, and she quickly gained control again. “And Barbara is a cheerleader,” Amanda finished, putting a slight sneer on the last word.

Emanuel chuckled a moment as Barbara didn’t seem to pick up on it, although Lucas did, and he didn’t seem too happy about it. Suddenly a student came up to Emanuel and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and said, “I’ll bring her.”

Allison

Allison looked at Emanuel. “You’ll bring me where?” she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Before Emanuel was able to speak, Amanda said “To Mr. Litski’s office I imagine. Word around school is that you haven’t responded to any of the people who’ve touched you.” Allison opened up her mouth to object, but Amanda cut her off, “Not that kind of response you prude. Rumor has it you haven’t responded sexually to any of the touchings you’ve received – no excitement, no orgasm.” She watched as Amanda sniffed the air. “Correction. Emanuel’s touch seems to do the trick for you,” she added.

Allison blushed a deep red as Emanuel gathered their things, saying as he did, “I think we should probably be on our way then. Best not to keep VP Litski waiting.”

As they left the cafeteria, she knew what Emanuel was going to say next. She cut him off, saying, “Let me guess, you’re getting scared of how often I slip into my safe place.” He nodded his head in agreement. “I have needed it more today than I have in a long time,” she noted. “It’s starting to scare me a little too.” As she said this, she felt the urge to slip into it again. She quickly grabbed his hand, and the feeling faded. So, this is how I can beat it – I need Emanuel’s touch and presence, she realized.

They reached Mr. Litski’s office quickly. Allison looked at Emanuel, her face pleading that he come in with her. She smiled as he nodded his head in agreement. They walked in slowly, Allison having an idea of what Mr. Litski wanted to talk to her about. She watched as Mr. Litski turned towards them. “Ms. Kirse. I’ve heard some very disturbing things lately. A few people have reported to me that you seem almost coma like when they’re touching you. I have good reason to believe them – I haven’t known the Shakespeare boys to lie or be anything but gentlemen,” he said. Allison felt herself start to slip again, and before she could grab Emanuel’s hand she entered her place.

Emanuel

Emanuel watched as Allison slipped into her place again. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask what he could do, Mr. Litski quieted him with a look. “Allison, I need to see if this is true. May I touch your breasts?” he asked. Allison nodded her head yes. Emanuel watched as Allison failed to react even as Mr. Litski went on for ten minutes, using techniques he had never seen. “I see you’re paying attention to what I’m doing Mr. Lopez. I’m curious to see if Allison reacts differently if you try them. Would you permit that Allison?” Emanuel watched as Allison nodded her head yes.

Emanuel stepped forward and slowly started to massage her breasts in a gentle fashion, thinking, I hope I’m doing this right. “You can massage her harder than that Mr. Lopez – as long as you don’t grab at her roughly she should be fine.”

Emanuel nodded his head in acknowledgment, asking “Could you please go back to calling me Emanuel sir? I get nervous when people call me by my last name.” Emanuel turned his attention back to Allison as Mr. Litski nodded his head yes. Emanuel could see Allison was starting to get turned on.

“You may stop now Emanuel, and snap her out of this state.”

Emanuel stopped for a moment, than asked, “What can I do to help you Allison?” Allison answered by moving his hand back onto her left breast, placing it right on her nipple. She squeezed it between two of his fingers and started to move them. Emanuel took over this action, asking “Where would you like my other hand?” She placed it in her hand. He continued to do this until she cried out, an orgasm rocking her body. As she did, Emanuel watched as she left her place. She looked up at him and smiled, instantly reassuring him what he had just done was right.

“Well, now that I have both of your attention again, we can discuss how to deal with this problem. Allison, every time someone other than Emanuel touches you, you panic and go into a weird state”.

Allison interjected “My safe place.”

“Your safe place, yes. When in said place, you don’t feel anything but Emanuel’s touch. This is a problem – the point of the Program is to get you comfortable with your own sexuality, and clearly you’re so uncomfortable with it that you hate almost all sexual touch.” Mr. Litski responded. “I can think of only one way to solve this – starting tomorrow, your schedules will be changed so that you two will share all your classes. As for the rest of today, you will both go to art, and after that Allison will speak with the school counselor. Emmanuel will go on with his classes as they are now. Understood?”

Emanuel and Allison said in unison, “yes sir.”

As they got up to leave, Emanuel quickly asked “Since Allison seems to be comfortable with me, might it be wiser if I go with her to the counselor during my history class, and I’ll leave in time for Home Ec?”

Mr. Litski seemed to think about this for a moment, and responded “Very well, that will work. Here are passes that will allow both of you to miss your seventh period classes without any penalty. Allison, I will inform your math teacher about this myself.”

As they left the office, the bell for the end of fifth period rang. “Time for art then precious,” Emanuel said. A large smile crossed her face as he said this. It’s obviously because you called her precious he realized. She took his hand, blushing as she did. He could also see she was starting to get turned on again.

As they neared the art room, a girl stopped Emanuel. “Could I touch your thingy please?” she asked. He looked at her, a cute blonde, clearly a freshman by the size of her book bag.

“You’ll have to be more specific – I have lots of thingies,” he replied, smiling to show that he wasn’t angry at her request.

“The thingy hanging between your legs,” she responded.

Emanuel nodded his consent, and watched for a moment as the girl started to tug at his penis. She clearly hasn’t done this before, he realized as she tugged roughly. He looked at Allison, and could make out the jealousy in her eyes. “You can stop now,” he told the girl. As she left, a pout on her face, he continued towards art, hand in hand with Allison.

As they entered the room, Emanuel immediately saw the large couch and sketch pads, and realized, we’re most likely going to be roped into being ‘nude models’ for this. He looked over at Allison, and realized she had figured out the same thing. He noticed none of the other students had gotten there yet. Just as he was about to leave, the art teacher peeked out from behind a curtain in the room.

“Program participants,” she said gleefully. “I expect you’ve come to realize you will be modeling for the week. Sit down on the couch until the others get here.”

A few minutes later, the rest of the class had arrived. Emanuel could make out about ten girls and two guys. Just then the bell rang for the start of the period. “Before we start class, do either of you need relief?” the teacher asked.

Allison shook her head no, but Emanuel said, “Yes, I’d like some,” as he looked at Allison, silently asking a question.

“Would you like to do it yourself, or would you like help?” the teacher asked.

“I’d like help” he said, again looking at Allison. He could see her think for a moment, then smile.

“Who would like to help Mr. Lopez?” the teacher asked.

Emanuel saw four hands shoot up, including Allison’s. He mouthed – are you sure? and relaxed when she mouthed back yes. He pointed at Allison, who knelt in front of him as he did. He looked straight into her eyes as she grabbed his penis in her hand, and smiled as she started to pump her hand up and down. His thoughts reflected back to earlier in the day, and he concluded his imagination was weak compared to this. Four minutes of paradise later, he felt himself about to cum. “I’m almost there,” he told her quietly, smiling as she pointed his penis at her breasts. A minute later he grunted as he came, his cum covering her nipples and much of her breasts. He looked down at her and smiled as she smiled back. He handed her a tissue to clean up with, but smiled as she nodded her head. “Are you sure you don’t want to clean up?” he asked.

She smiled, answering “I want them to draw me like this. I want to get over my shyness, and if I can get through art class with cum all over my breasts, I can do most anything.” She quietly picked some of his cum up on her finger and tasted it, while Emanuel was looking nervously around.

“Well, let’s start then class. Emanuel, I’d like you to stand up and pick up Allison, holding her waist near your stomach, facing you. Allison, you’ll then wrap your legs around Emanuel, and gaze into his eyes. Emanuel, you’ll then gaze back. Do you think you can hold that pose for ten minutes?”

Emanuel thought about it for a moment, than picked Allison up. “Yes, I can hold her ten minutes,” he answered.

“Okay, then go into the pose. Class, as soon as they get in the pose, your ten minutes start” the teacher quickly said.

Emanuel smiled as Allison wrapped her legs around him, and looked up into his eyes. He looked back, and noticed the world around him go all hazy. He somehow could only make out Allison clearly. And she’s all that’s important he thought. He realized he could spend all day with Allison like this, and the thought didn’t scare him. He could see she was clearly happy as well – the great grin on her face told him everything he needed to know. I’m so glad I met you Allison he thought.

A few moments later, I’m glad too Emanuel popped into his head. He almost lost his balance as he wondered what had caused the thought. He temporarily shut the concern up and focused again on holding Allison.