Chapter 2

Tuesday Morning

Joanie

John told me last night that he would pick me up for school so we could have some "alone time" without Mickey and Sherry. When he came to the door, he kissed me, and kissed me, and kissed me. I asked him, "How did you sleep last night?" He replied, "Not a wink; I was too busy jacking off to a vision of you." I replied, "I didn't do much better, since I was diddling myself half the night." I asked him, "Can this really be happening? Two people who didn't even know each other yesterday morning be totally, madly, in love with each other this morning?" "I hope it's real, because I'd hate to think this is just fantasy", he said.

When we got to school, a pretty good crowd had already formed around the undressing area, including Mickey and Sherry. John asked, "May I do the honors?" I answered, "I thought you'd never ask." Since all I had on was a blouse and shorts, it wasn't going to be a big deal, or so I thought. John stood behind me and slowly, sensuously, unbuttoned my blouse. When it was completely unbuttoned, he opened it up and tied the tails in a knot behind my back, leaving my tits exposed for all to see. He then unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped them, allowing them to fall to my ankles. He then lifted me up, and sat me on the concrete wall cap; it was cold, but I was determined to let him do whatever he wanted.

He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, while he tweaked the other between his thumb and forefinger. After what seemed like an eternity, he switched nipples, doing the same thing to the other. Again, after an eternity, he headed south, slipping my shorts off over my sneakers. He put his hands on my knees, and gently spread my legs as far as they would go. He then stuck his tongue into my sopping-wet pussy, and drilled it like a jackhammer. He then pulled his tongue out and flicked it repeatedly across my clit, while inserting his finger and hooking it to find my G-spot. When I went off, I squirted. I'd never done that before; I'd heard it was possible, and now I know it to be a fact. I started screaming, "AYEEEE!" and passed out. My arms dropped, and my blouse fell off. John must have picked my clothes up, folded them, and put them in the clothing box. When I came to, Mickey was laughing his ass off. "Identical sisters!" he said. "It HAS to be genetic. Maybe we should ask their dad if their mom screams like that." "DON'T YOU DARE!" Sherry and I said in unison. By the time I came to, John had already undressed; I'd get him good tomorrow. I looked at him and said, "Remember what I said yesterday, when Mickey gave me that orgasm against the wall? I said that if you were half that good, I'd love you forever. Well, you're TWICE as good, so you're stuck with me for life!"

John

Jesus, this girl is sensual! I'd planned exactly what I wanted to do with her this morning on my way home last night, but I'd never counted on her orgasm being so strong. None of the few girlfriends I've had could match her orgasms. God only knows what will happen if and when we actually make love. You see, I'm a virgin in that department, as every girlfriend I've had was afraid of Little John. A twelve-inch boner is more than most sixteen-year-old girls can take.

We walked into first period with Little John leading the way; when Miss Lily asked if we needed relief, Joanie told her that I did, and by God, she was going to be the one to do something about it. I sat in the Relief Chair, and she went down on me. And then she sucked on me. And then she stroked me. And when I came, she swallowed every last drop. Amazing! Miss Lily looked stunned.

Second and third periods went pretty smoothly. The four of us ate lunch together. Fourth period, Sherry and Joanie have study hall, and usually go the band room to practice. Mickey and I sneaked out of gym class and thought we'd surprise them.

Just as we got to the band room, we heard a scream from inside. It was Joanie. The door was locked from the inside; Mickey told me to shoulder it. An old wooden door isn't much resistance for a 275-pound tackle, and I splintered it easily. I was completely unprepared for what we saw when the door opened. Joanie was being held down on a table by two goons and a third one was between her legs. The two holding her down came at me, and I just stuck my arms straight out, clothes-lining them. The one between her legs turned and took a swing at Mickey. That was his fatal mistake. Mickey swung his leg around, catching the goon at the knees, and snapped them both. One down. The other two goons were a handful, even for me. Mickey grabbed one, and put his elbow to the guy's nose. One broken nose, and a blown eye socket. Two down. I got my guy's arms behind his back, and pulled straight up. SNAP! SNAP! Three down. Mickey ran over, picked up the intercom phone, and told Mr. Robinson's secretary we needed two ambulances and the police to Room 317, pronto.

Just then, Sherry walked in, and saw the carnage. She ran over to Joanie, and she told Sherry that the three guys had tried to rape her, but we had gotten there in time. The police got there, along with the medics, and cleaned up the trash. I went over to Joanie, and she curled up in my arms and cried. Mr. Robinson came running in; when he found out that no actual penetration had occurred, he told me to take her home.

Joanie

I took a quick detour on my way to the band room to stop by the nurse's office to see Mrs. Jones. She said, "Hi, Joanie! What can I do for you?" I told her that I wanted the shot, and she said, "Ah, the Program claims another couple." I told her that it hadn't yet, but I figured on it claiming me soon. She gave me the shot, and said, "What a pretty little ass you have." Does she swing both ways, I wondered?

I was sitting alone in the band room, waiting for Sherry. I really wanted to talk with her about my feelings for John. My mind was wandering, and I didn't realize anyone else was in the room until I heard the key turn in the lock. When I turned around, there was Gary Bradburn, the ex-boyfriend who had taken my virginity, and a couple of his buddies.