Chapter 4: Wednesday

Beth — Before Class

I got to school and joined the stripping at the school's side entrance, already in progress. Stephanie was poising naked for several guys — and a couple girls — who brought cameras. I noticed that one of them was Ronny. "That for the yearbook?" I asked.

He looked startled, like he hadn't thought of that then nodded excitedly, "Yeah!" He started snapping pictures of everyone undressing — including Van Chi and Tiff, who had been staying toward the back of the group.

"Hey! Quit it!" Van yelled, trying to shield himself from the lens.

"Program rules." Ronny answered. "Photography required."

"Pervert." Van muttered. He moved in front of Tiffany and finished undressing. As they headed into the school building, Ronny stopped them and took a full frontal of the two of them.

"Ok, Beth," someone yelled out, "your turn." I rolled my eyes. Photography was required and all I could think as I stood there was that these dick wads were going to spend the rest of the semester jacking off to my picture. Some of the guys taking pictures didn't even look like students.

"Lookin' good, B!" Alex's hand landed with a loud smack on my butt cheek and I jumped with a squeak.

"Alex!" I snapped at him. "Quit it! This is embarrassing enough."

"Look pretty good ta me."

I huffed then got an idea. "Hey Ronny — if this is really for the yearbook, you have ta do the guys too."

"Yeah, ok." He sounded mildly disappointed. "Alright guys, your turn." Alex and Jared moved in front of the camera and after a couple minutes, seemed to get as much into posing as Stephanie did. Zach, Gail and Brenda arrived at about the same time and got just as much camera attention.

Just as the first bell was ringing, Steven Leonard arrived. "Having fun with your new girlfriend, Jared?" he glared at me.

"Steven, can we talk 'bout this later? We got class now. I don't wanna be late."

"Really? Who gonna relieve you today?" Steven batted his eyes. "Some new girl waitin' in the wings?"

"Steven!" Jared shot a look at me, not like I was at fault but like my presence wasn't helping. "It's not like that. I didn't ask her for that."

"Oh, but you didn't have any trouble complying." He glared at me again. "Enthusiastically, I'm told."

I felt someone step up behind me and looked over my shoulder to see Alex standing protectively next to me. "What up?"

"Jared and I had ta relieve each other in Mr. Davis' class."

"Steven," Alex interceded, "Dude, chill. It's the program. If it was a reasonable request, they had ta do it."

"Yeah, Stevie, com'on, you know I'm not hot for Beth." Jared reached for his hand but Steven stepped away.

"You could have told him that it was unreasonable."

"Steven," Jared sounded exasperated, "you just bein' jealous. You know I don't wanna do this. You think I like walkin' around like this all day?"

"I think you love being the center of attention!" Steven shot back. "You get such a kick!" He gestured at Jared's erection — which was when I realized that I'd gotten so used to seeing the guys naked, I no longer noticed them. "You love this. But fine; you want to play with every..." he glared at me again, " ... thing in the building? Go play! I can make reasonable requests too!" Steven stomped off into the building.

"Stevie!" Jared went after him and the argument seemed to continue.

Alex let out a sigh. "Too much drama."

"Seriously." The second bell rang and we hurried into the building. I had found that after the second bell, the number of reasonable requests went down. Getting to class and seeing the floorshow apparently beat out a quick feel. For most people, at least — someone stopped Alex to give his nuts a squeeze and just before I got to my classroom, someone stopped me to stroke my butt. Actually, it felt pretty good. I called the request unreasonable when she asked about spanking me — Alex may love that sort of thing but I have no tolerance for pain.

Alex - First Period

I froze at the doorway of the Algebra class; Jared was standing in front of the class and Steven was seated in the front row. I swore under my breath and hoped that they'd put the argument away for now. I should have known better. I took my place at the front of the room next to Jared.

Ms. Keene, the only math teacher I ever liked, was a hot, young thing just out of college — she'd only been teaching two years. She looked Italian and seemed to enjoy the fact that every boy in school got a boner in her class. I'd finally gotten around to reading the Program brochure and had every intention of asking her to relieve me today.

"Would either of you like relief this morning?" She asked.

Once my clothes came off, I stayed hard so I always needed relief. "Yes, Ma'am." I answered. "Could I ask..."

"I have a reasonable request." Steven said, standing.

"Of course, Steven." She said sweetly. "What is it, dear?"

"I'd like to relieve Alex." The entire class seemed to suck the air out of the room and she looked just as stunned. Jared's jaw hit the floor as he stared at his boyfriend. "That is reasonable, right?"

"Well, I," She hesitated. "The program doesn't prohibit it. It would be up to Alex, I think." She looked at me. "Now, I don't want you to think anyone thinks you're homosexual or take this out on Steven..."

I stopped her. "Ms. Keene, I'm not homophobic. My Aunt Hanna queer. I just..." I looked at Jared who was still staring at Steven. "No. It's not cool." I shook my head.

Jared suddenly recovered. "No, Alex, let him. Steven's always had a bigger thing for athletes than actors." He glanced around the room. "Annie, sweetie, you wanna act out that love scene for real?" Annie had played Cleopatra to Jared's Anthony; she came down to the front of the room. Jared looked at me. "He's all yours."

"Alex, if you're uncomfortable about this..." Ms. Keene began but I shrugged.

"No, I'm cool. 'Bout time somebody showed ain't all jocks fag bashers." Besides, when was I ever going to get another chance to get blown by a guy in class?

Steven knelt next to me and took hold of my dick like he knew what to do with it. His cool fingers sent the right kind of shiver up my spine. He ran his thumb up the underside and used it to smear the fresh beads of pre-cum over the head. I swallowed hard. Steven looked up at me and I looked down at the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. He ran his hand up and back a couple times and I saw his eyes flick toward Jared. Then, he leaned his lips forward — keeping eyes on his real intention — and kissed the head of my cock. His tongue took a quick taste of me and I consciously kept my hand from grabbing the back of his head. I heard Jared moan softly but couldn't pull my attention away from Steven's hand job. He definitely was only using his tongue to keep me well oiled and letting his hand do most of the work jacking me off but I wasn't going to complain since it worked. "Oh, yeah, baby." I groaned. He caught my jizz in his hand and used it to keep pumping me until my knees shook and I grabbed Ms. Keene's desk for support.

He took one more swipe with his tongue before standing up. "Mmmm. Tasty." He looked at me finally, then back at Jared.

"Hey." I turned his face back to me. If he were a girl, I'd have kissed him. Then I thought, why not? I looked at my still mildly stunned classmates and at Jared who was just then coming. Steven's expression fell as he realized that his little tact to make Jared jealous had failed and I made up my mind. I pulled his chin forward and kissed him. I even used a little tongue. I'd kissed plenty of boys before but Steven didn't know that and neither did Jared who nearly shit a brick.

"Hey!" I felt his hand on my shoulder and I let Steven go. "You got a problem, McElroy?"

"Dude, chill." I put up both hands in innocent defense. "He's yours, right?"

"Damn straight." Jared took Steven's hand and damn near dragged him to their seats.

I grinned on the way to mine as the class applauded our performance. Unfortunately, Ms. Keene had to eventually start class and the joy of orgasm quickly got lost under the a plus b plus c of quadratic equations. I swore to myself once again, that once I got out of high school, I would never look at another math problem that didn't have dollar signs in front of it.

"Ok, people." Ms. Keene suddenly said with that evil-soaked-in-syrup voice of hers. "Pop quiz." I wasn't the only one who groaned. "Number a blank sheet of paper from 1 to 10 and show all work for the following." She pulled down the second chalkboard to revel ten problems. #1: Happy Place High School has to put all of its senior class through the NiS program by the end of the school year (32 weeks) How many students must participate each week if the school has 400 seniors? #2 Do the same calculation for 3,556 seniors. #3 Do the same calculation for Junior and seniors over a three year period, in 36 weeks (1,200 students.) All the questions were NiS related. Someone near me whispered, "You think the school board did this?"

"Yes, they did." Ms Keene answered. "And no talking during a test."

Eventually, she called time up and we handed our papers forward. Annie leaned over to me. "That looked painful for you."

"Yeah, well, I hate math."

"Need a tutor?" she offered. I grinned and she frowned. "Just math. You not that cute."

My grin didn't fade. "That thing with Steven didn't put you off, did it?"

"No." She blushed a bit. "That thing with Jared was ... I'm not easy, ok?"

"Nobody said you was."

"Are we interrupting you?" Ms Keene's voice cut over our conversation. "I can wait if you'd like." We both sat back in our seats and Ms. Keene went on.

Annie leaned over again. "I could meet you at lunch." She whispered.

"I gotta eat with the naked people." I whispered back. "But I could probably meet you for half of it." She nodded and sat back. I looked at her. She was cute, brunette and slender. Not at all like ... I swallowed hard. So much for my effort to go a whole class without thinking about Lisa. After the fight with Doug, I wasn't even sure I had a right to be upset anymore.

But he was wrong; I did care about Lisa. I didn't just take advantage of her — hell, she took advantage of me more often. And she told me she was tired of him anyway. She was thinking about dumping him and... "Oh shit!" I groaned as I realized what most likely happened — Lisa broke up with Doug and he thought it was to get back with me.

"Problem, Alex?" Ms. Keene paused class again.

"No Ma'am." I was going to have to find Doug and find a way to ... I didn't know what I was going to do but I knew I needed to do something.

"Why don't you come work problem number 5 for the class."

I groaned again. I hated math.

Beth — Third Period

"Do you need relief?" Mr. Wilson asked as I entered Lit class. The desks were arranged in a circle because, since this was the Advance Placement class, we only used ten of them. Wilson liked us to be face to face so that we interacted more with each other than with him. With his desk included in the circle, the only place to 'relieve' myself would be in the center of the ring. I didn't really feel like being frustrated but Khalid was my chemistry partner and for second period, Mrs. Hanes had him relieve himself into a cup and we used the sample in class. We actually needed a little more so midway through class, Mrs. Hanes gave Khalid a hand job. Since she was near fifty, I thought it would be gross watching her stroke him. But it was still kind of hot and Khalid confided to me that what she whispered in his ear while she did it was hotter than her hand and that he was going to meet with her in the teacher's lounge during his study hall period.

So I really wanted to but at the same time I really didn't want to. Then I saw Hank; he had his hand raised from the wrist like he wasn't trying to be seen raising it. He looked really hopeful, though. "Uh, yeah." I said, feeling more obligated than horny.

"Do you need a volunteer?" Wilson asked. Several hands shot into the air and I felt mortified.

"Uh. Hank?" I tried to smile at him. He smile back broadly and moved his desk to step into the middle of the ring with me. Someone handed over a chair and I sat down.

Hank knelt in front of me and parted my thighs. Suddenly, I was too embarrassed to go through with it. For some reason, I didn't want my first time with Hank to be a public spectacle. He stroked the inside of my thighs with his fingers and I jumped. "Sorry." I mumbled. "Tickled."

"It's ok." He said, kissing the same spot softly. "Just relax."

"Ok. I'm relaxed. Just do it quick." He used his fingers first, parting my exterior lips and brushing up and down gently. I my mind, though, all I could think was come on, come on, come on... ; he was trying to take his time when I just want it over. His finger caressed my clit and I groaned softly. I wanted to tell him stroke it harder but I also didn't want to embarrass him. He was doing what he thought I'd like; I could just wait out the five minutes. Then it occurred to me that in five minutes, he wasn't going to get me over the edge but he would be upset if he didn't. I had faked enough orgasm with Shawn. Feeling a little guilty, I spread my legs a little wider. "Oh, Hank." I said a little louder than necessary. Encouraged, he brushed my clit again, softly. I squirmed in the chair. "Oooh, yeah." Then, unexpectedly, he slipped two fingers inside me. I gasped — it felt really, really good. But, he twisted them around a little and pulled them back out again and went back to gently stroking my lips and clit. I groaned more in frustration than lust but Hank kissed the inside of my thigh and kept going. I realized that I was going to have to end it soon. I waited until he slipped his fingers in again and I caught his hand. "Oh, Hank! Right there!" I tried to sound like the other girls I'd seen. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhhh!" Peter had told me once that he could feel it when a girl came so I squeezed my kegels a couple of times and then leaned back panting.

Hank pulled his hand away, smiling. "See?" he said softly.

I smiled and nodded too, feeling a little sick. Mr. Wilson gave us a box of tissues and I mopped up before going back to my seat. Hank grinned and licked his fingers. "Next time." He mouthed, taking his seat.

"Well," Mr. Wilson cleared his throat. "That's gonna make Chaucer a whole lot less exciting."

Through class, Hank kept looking at me only instead of being creepy, like in French, it was a little goofy, like he was embarrassed by the whole display — but a happy kind of embarrassed. The more he looked, the worse I felt. I decided; that was it — I didn't care how horny I got the rest of the week, no more relief.

Alex — Lunch

By the time I got to the cafeteria, word had gotten around about the scene with Steven. People kept coming up to me and either calling me 'fag' or saying how brave I was. I ignored the 'fag' because most of the girls were the ones saying I was brave. Being on the football team helped and all the cheerleaders — including Dina, much to my surprise — gave me a kiss. Some landed on my cheeks, some on my lips, some a little lower. A couple guys I didn't know were fags winked at me.

Tank didn't. Tank glared at me as I headed to the naked table with my tray. I nodded at him, I thought, in a non-attractive, guy kind of way. He said something I couldn't hear at that distance and the whole wrestling team looked in my direction. Oh, fuck, I thought, this can't be good.

They caught up to me before I could get to the table. "What the fuck you lookin' at?" goaded Burkhart Pritchett, wrestling team captain. He also suffered from one of the world's worst cases of 'short man's disease'. He was constantly trying to prove that he was big enough or man enough or something. He was one of the guys I had caught last year fag bashing and me and the offensive line had done a little bashing of our own. He never could prove it was us — nobody who knew anything was willing to come forward — but the incident had pretty much ended fag bashing at our school. It had also started a huge cold war between the football and wrestling teams. I didn't have to see my guys to know that the team had my back.

But this was a fight that I did not want to be in. This would get me suspended from school and probably a couple games. I did not want to see Pat — Ms. Pat — again today. "I'm not lookin' at nothin', Burk." I kept my voice level. "I'm just sittin' down for lunch."

"You finally come out the closet, queer?" One of the other guys asked. "We know all you football queers."

"Wilson!" Someone behind me snapped.

I glanced over my shoulder. "Be cool, guys."

"Yeah, be cool, queer."

Ron Wilson had a real short fuse. He had the school record for unnecessary roughness calls. So, I wasn't too surprised when it was him who knocked into me trying to get to Burk. Someone got a hold of Wilson before he could throw a punch. Unfortunately, when he knocked my arm, he launched my lunch in Burk's face. Ok, maybe it had a little help in the aim-and-direction part of the scenario. Burk launched at me and rather than get busted for fighting two days in a row, I took the hit. He hit me square in the gut — making me glad I hadn't eaten yet — and knocked me into a support pillar. The unexpected pain woke up Mr. Happy; I never dreamed I'd get off on getting beat up but I was hoping I wasn't about to find out. Not that I couldn't knock the shit out of Burk and not that he didn't deserve to be pounded into sand. Burk was a bully in the worst possible sense — more of a dick than I've ever been and that's going some. Still the idea of getting beat up by a little punk like him was irritating in that way that made me really want it to happen. I'm twisted like that.

"Hey Burk," Tank pulled him off me before he could do any real damage. "Teachers comin'." They and their team stalked back to their table.

The guys crowded around me, asking if I was alright and promising to get even. "I'm good." I assured them. They helped me to our table — the football team, not the naked people — and glared at the wrestlers from there. "Guys, drop it." I said in huddle tones. "They just mad 'cause they all dick-less. 'Sides, Burk's a senior — he'll be naked soon enough. Get him then." There was some less than good-natured agreement to that.

"Hey! You gonna give us a show, Babe?" One of the guys asked and I looked up to see Beth frown at him.

"You see enough." She moved over to me. "You ok?"

I was really glad that she was there but I was having a little too much of a macho adrenalin rush to actually show her that. "What, you my momma now?"

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "No..." I'm your Mistress the expression said.

"I'm good. Don't worry. Little Burk just gave me a love tap."

"Hey, let's give her a love tap."

I looked past Beth to glare at the speaker — a second string kicker no less. "Talbot, you know she my cousin, right?" To judge by his expression, he did not know. I took a breath. "Guys — I gotta talk ta the naked people, right?" I walked Beth back to the NiS table and went through the 'I'm alright' conversation with them. "Why we gotta have lunch together anyhow?"

"So we can talk about things that happen ta us." Zach said. "Y'know, comin' Out, getting beat up, stuff like that."

"Hey, I ain't comin' Out, what the fuck — ow" Beth pinched me, "I'm not gay. Just, I mean, Jared said it was cool."

"You didn't have to do it." Jared glowered.

"Dude! Chill! It's cool. I'm not tryin' ta steal your man. Jesus! Give me a break. I thought the whole point of this was to try new stuff. Y'know — be open. 'Sides, you let a girl do you twice."

"Yeah," Jared said glumly, "I know. Now everybody think I'm really straight. It's a nightmare."

"How bad can being straight be?" Steph asked.

"You don't know my Dad." Jared sighed. "He's not gonna let this drop. And Steven's still mad."

"He'll get over it." I shrugged. Jared sulked and Zach shook his head. "What?"

"You just makin' trouble."

"He is not." Steph said. "I think it's kinda hot." She smiled at me. "Sides, nobody said anything when me and Brenda 'relieved' each other."

"That's different." Zach muttered.

"How?" Beth asked. "Steph's not gay; neither is Alex."

"It's different for girls." Zach insisted.

"How?"

"I don't know, but it is."

"No, it's not."

"Yeah, it is."

"Oh, you are so sexist!"

"It's true! Girls can fool around but guys can't."

"Yeah, seriously, girls can bump nasties in public, they just playin' but let a guy so much as hug another guy longer-n three seconds, he a fag!"

"Oh, bullsh..."

I let the debate rage around me. I wondered how bad it would be if people in school knew I was bi. We had a pretty open school over all; I mean, we had a few fag couples every year at the prom even though the school officially banned them and nobody gave them too hard a time. I couldn't think of anybody else who admitted to being bi but I didn't mind being first. I didn't think I'd mind being first. If it came out this year, I hoped I wouldn't mind being first.

"Alex!" I snapped out of my thoughts; Beth, Steph and Annie were all standing over me. "You listening ta any of this?"

I shrugged again. "No." Beth rolled her eyes and smacked my shoulder. "What?"

"You started the whole thing!" She gasped at me. "You could at least back Zach on this!"

"On what?"

"He's gonna let a guy relieve him." Steph smiled at him. "Which is very open minded of him." Zach rolled his eyes and she kissed his cheek. "Maybe I'll let you make an unreasonable request after." She picked up her tray and headed out.

Annie fluffed her hair. "You still wanna study Algebra?"

"Sure!" I was glad she remembered; I had forgotten already. She sat down and opened her textbook. She didn't seem fazed by the nakedness at all. If she wasn't going to mention it, neither was I.

I did catch Burk glaring at me as the wrestlers left. No doubt, he was jealous.

Beth — Sixth Period

Zach and I walked to our Virginia State history class together. It was a long walk — it seemed everyone wanted to fondle some part of our anatomy that day.

"Hey, Zach!" A familiar voice stopped us. I turned to see Brenda hurrying through the hall toward us — slapping hands away from herself as she moved. "They want ta call an emergency student council session t'night. You free?"

He shrugged. "I gotta be, don't I?"

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" she laughed. Then she smiled at me. "Hey, Barbie."

I couldn't help blushing. "I wish you wouldn't call me that."

"Zach, do she or do she not look just like a damn Barbie come ta life?"

He looked at me and tilted his head. "Nah, more like one of those whore dolls — whatchacall'em, Brats?"

"Yeah, but I like Barbie more." She leered at me. "Classier."

"Very funny." I was trying not to crack a smile myself but Brenda's good humor was infectious. "If you two are done, we likely got a million more reasonable requests before we get ta class."

"I got one." A guy behind me I didn't know stepped over to us. "How 'bout you two kiss?"

Zach grinned. "That sounds reasonable to me."

Brenda looked at me oddly. "I don't mind, Barbie." A crowd sprang up from nowhere and I glanced around. I never kissed a girl before — not a real kiss. "Sides, I owe you."

I wanted to say no but people were beginning to coax. A chant of "do it" slowly began to build and I rolled my eyes, knowing that I wasn't going to get out of it. "Ok."

A cheer went up as Brenda put down her book bag and took mine as well. She stepped up close enough to me that our whole bodies touched and I felt my nipples tighten even more than the cool air of the hallway had them. She looked very intent and swallowed hard as her fingers brushed a strand of my hair back over my shoulder. "Ready?" she whispered.

"No." I whispered back. My heart was suddenly pounding. What if I really enjoyed it? What if Brenda was what I was looking for? Her lips touched mine softly and in the distant background, I could hear whooping. After a minute, I felt her lips part gently and I parted mine as well. The tips of our tongues met and I couldn't help sliding my arms around her. It all felt good — her lips on mine, her body against mine, her leg between mine, everything. Her arms embraced me and I felt as well as heard her groan into our kiss. Her tongue began exploring a bit more and I could feel us both getting hotter. And then I realized it. It was nice kissing a girl and Alex was right, it might be fun to fool around with one. But I didn't really feel any passion for her. It was nice but that was all — just nice.

Still, when Brenda and I pulled apart finally, we were both panting. "Wow." I whispered, meaning it.

"Wow." She agreed. "I need a cigarette and a shower. That just made my year."

I felt myself blushing. "Glad I said yes."

"Did none of you hear the second bell?" Mr. Lambert stepped out of his classroom. "Nothing out here could be that interesting." Most of the crowd laughed at that but they disbursed quickly. Lambert looked at Brenda and I — still holding each other — and frowned. "Well, maybe. Ms. McElroy, Mr. Smith, please take your seats. Ms. Tyler, I presume you have a class of your own to get to?"

"Yes sir." She sighed.

"Then I suggest you get to it.

Still blushing we let go of each other but not before are eyes met and we realized that each of us had a wet spot where we'd been rubbing against each other. Zach moaned slightly.

"I so need relief." He hurried in to the front of the classroom. I followed. I'm gonna have to solve this relief problem and damn soon, I thought.

Alex — Seventh Period

I handed in my homework and was planning to pass on relief — I was saving myself for the locker room — but Irwin told me to stay in front of the class. "Ok, homework tonight: three pages on personal risk. What is it, do you take them, do they hurt or help society as a whole. Mr. McElroy, you can either write the paper or share your thoughts with the class now. I have to admit, I am actually impressed. I was afraid that you didn't have the conviction of your high ideals about acceptance and equality. Your action today might be the single bravest personal act I've seen in this school."

I looked at him for a minute trying to figure out what he was talking about. "What, you mean Steven this morning?" He nodded and I sighed. "Look, the fags were havin' a spat, an' I don't know, Steven volunteered an' I just thought 'what the fu-uh, fudge'? That's it. I got off, that's all I was lookin' for."

"And the much discussed kiss?"

"Your attention please." The PA system flared to life. "Would McElroy, Alex please report to the Office. Would McElroy, Alex please report to the Office."

I so fuckin' owe you one, God, I thought. I gestured vaguely in the direction of the speaker. "Sorry, dude."

"Fine." He sighed. "You still have to write the paper." He started the class before I was all the way out the door.

I hurried to the office figuring that I was in it for the lunchroom fight. I wouldn't say Northumberland High had strict rules on fighting and stuff like that because I've gotten out of punishment way too often. But Giles could make this really fucked up for me. A suspension for me right now would screw with football season, which would screw with my college admission stuff. Peter went to George Mason University and I had planned on joining him there but to get in, I had to keep my grades up and my athletics in good standing. Dad would fucking kill me if I didn't get in because of something stupid. I hurried to the office and hoped I could talk my way out of whatever Giles threw at me.

Sure enough, when I got to the office, Burk was already sitting there waiting for Giles.

"Actually, Alex," Mrs. Ogden, the school secretary said, "Ms. Pat wanna see you."

I swore under my breath and went down the hall. This was getting old. Still, I couldn't help but notice that my dick went from half-mast to flagpole in the brief trip. I had to wonder did Ms. Pat the councilor want me or did Pat the submissive want me. Her office door was open and I walked in to find her looking damn hot behind her desk. Her hair was pinned up and she was wearing a high-collar kind of Victorian style shirt. She told me to close the door and sit down. She gestured to one of the chairs; I moved some papers and sat on the corner of her desk.

She frowned, then sighed and came out with it. "I heard about what happened in the lunchroom today. I wanted to see if you were ok."

"You sure 'bout that?"

"I think I know why I want to see my students."

"You sure? I think you can't wait 'til Monday."

"I think you really have an inflated self image."

"Yeah, but you like that, don't you?" I didn't know why pushing her was making me drip but I was doing mental math again. Another ten minutes of banter to feel her out. Then fifteen, maybe twenty minutes to bully her on to her knees. I didn't know how good she was at sucking a guy off so I couldn't guess that part. I figured I could do her and be done in time for football practice. "You know you do."