A Sissy and Ginger Story: Davis Beginnings For Ron and Cindy #12 (Bisexual Interracial, Relationships, High School)
Davis Beginnings For Ron and Cindy
by
Larry Marian
Three days at Jones Lab School and the students, new and old finally met their teachers for the coming year. Freshmen and new students approached their first block class, which was home room/English holding hands as they entered the classroom to be stopped by their teacher, as her large name tag around her neck as, Miss Bravehart-Smithe. "No holding hands in class," she said sternly.
"But our counselors said it was okay. Just nothing else in public, "Ron, blond and white said, politely.
"True, but not in class. Class is for your education."
"Yes, ma'am," Cindy, black hair and medium brown said. The teacher nodded, waited for all to enter and then stroud to the front of the class, her bare butt wiggling a bit to the covered snickers of the boys.
"Class, welcome to Jones Lab School. I'm Miss Braveharst-Smithe. I'm from Stratford on Avon, England in the United Kingdom. In schools there, female teachers are mostly referred to as "Miss," so please do that. It doesn't matter if she is married or not as it dates back to when all women teachers were unmarried as were most men.
"So, as I call your name, please respond by raising your hand and verbally responding. If you want a name you usually use with parents and friends, please tell me then . Ready?" She paused for a few moments. "Andrew Adams."
"Andy."
"Cindrella Brown."
"Cindy."
"Ronald Brown."
"Ron - you're kidding me! Cindrella?"
"I'll explain in our room."
"Stop, now. You sound like brother and sister somehow, but you came to class holding hands."
"Ma'am, er Miss. We met four months ago and became a couple. Our parents got married three weeks ago. I was the ring bearer and Cindy was the flower girl. I stopped being an O'Sullivan.. But we're still a couple. We're actually step brother and sister, just like our older brother and sister. We have it figured out and our folks do and so do Barry and Manda. Easy."
"Strange. But it works. Now, we have ten more names to call. "Susanne Childs."
"Sue. Or Susie." The rest of role call went smoothly and then the first actual class did well.
The four siblings met at lunch, after already knowing their schedule from the introductory days. "So how was Miss Stratford on Avon?" Amanda asked.
"Huh?" Ron replied.
"Your English teacher. That's where Shakespeare grew up," Manda replied.
"Oh," Cindy said, eyeing her brother.
"Well, she was a bit surprised that we are brother and sister and a couple at the same time."
"Cindy didn't add that we are already beddies."
"That's good. She didn't quite ask if we were committing incest," Mal said.
"Whats that?" Ron asked.
"When a natural brother and sister sleep together - have sex together," Mal said.
"She almost did. I almost told her we left our two headed Quasimoto at home with the grandparents." Manda smiled as she said that. The others laughed. Then they noticed the cafeteria grew silent, first by returning students, then new ones by returnees. Clyde, behind them, turned.
"Say nothing," as he turned back to his table.
The new ones looked as three adults, the two deans, a school nurse, actually in her nurse's uniform, stethoscope around her neck and two students, a boy and a girl, both obviously beyond 14/I, side by side, the girl's lips quivering.
"Every year this same event happens. Two bright, talented students return to Jones after the summer and decide to disobey a cardinal rule. Everybody,listen. We have Private Rooms for this. We have your own room for this. If you aren't beddies or roomies, your room mate always vacates the room for a reasonable amount of time.
"You were discovered in the main dressing room by the drama teacher engaging in sexual intercourse. This is the first offense for each student. Let me tell you both, that it is harder to watch the first than to delay the punishment. Jonathan, you are the elder. Will you take first place, or let Abigail get it over with."
"I will go second."
"Abigail, do you accept this punishment or take expulsion for life?"
"I accept."
"Report to the Dean of Girls." As the two sets of siblings and all the other new students watched, the girl, lip still quivering, went to the DoG who said something to her, then pointed her towards a table that had draped over it a blanket and a pillow. The girl went to the table, faced it and bent over with spread legs. The Dean of Boys, picked up a paddle, brought it back, then forward with a loud smack on bare buttocks, with a force to rock her forward. She stood up, went back to the DoG who pointed her to some standing classmates who welcomed her with a pillow and water. She didn't watch as Johnny received the same punishment, but looked at him as he, too, was supported by friends .
"To all of you returning, as Abby and Johnny knew well, they could have been late for class and a detention. But this was hurtful in more than one way. Finish your lunch."
The four looked at each other. "I'm gonna remember that, Amanda said."
"You bet your...butt," Barry said.
"You..you could see her...everything," Cindy said. "And his... too. They swung.."
"That's the point, Cindy. While we see each other nude every day, every hour, our stuff isn't so obvious. But bent over the punishment table, what you have is very obvious."
"Why did they both go to the DoG first? Ron asked.
"It's a mouth piece. Helps save teeth and helps to keep you from screaming," Jill added. "This doesn't happen very often."
So the school days began to roll along. The new girls, especially the younger ones first lost interest in the constant erection of the new boys, who when their unwanted one stopped showing up all the time, were glad they didn't have one all the time. Still, new girls sometimes needed to know a bit more about their room mate's "morning wood." Then the new girls, old enough to have hit her menarche, had to experience their first period at Jones. "But I'll see the string," Cindy wailed.
"Not really. It's really almost invisible," Jill told both Cindy and a somewhat perplexed Manda. "Boys don't notice. Sometimes I have to be brutal with Clyde. `But don't you want to?'
Sure but not now.' How bout a BJ, Jill?' Clyde, dummy. It's that time of the month. Get a calendar and mark it. I'm quite regular now. `Oh. Sorry, Jill." Then they understand." Cindy and Amanda laughed.
"I'm so gad that Mom Two has talked to me about all this, starting the day we met," Cindy said. "Dad's a love. But he knows as much about teen age girls as I do about those big guns he used to shoot."
Then while lying in their bed waiting for lights out, Cindy sat up in bed and turned to Rob, lying beside her, looking at her. "Ron? What do you think, aren't my breasts too small?"
"Cindy. What Barry said. Anything more than a mouthful is wasted."
"Ron. That's boy talk. I know you like to see big boobs. Like L'Shonda. I mean she's same grade as us, just 9/10 II, but she has 36 Cs."
"Cindy. You may only have small boobs, but you have a small waist. L'shonda's waist is the same size as where her nipples are. Sweet. The first time ever I saw you in all your glory I thought you beautiful." He put his arm around her as the "lights out" bell rang. They were at the end of their hall when the gentle rap came.
"Cindy and Ron accounted for here," Cindy stated.
The door opened. "I know what your dad said, but `here's' fine" and the door shut again.
The room lay quiet for a few minutes for a suggle or touch for a minute or so. "Ron. What do you think? I see that stuff from the faculty about changing 14/1 to 15/1. They say 14/1 is a bit too young. Are we too young?"
The light of the Moon through the window cast light on both of them. "Cindy. I shouldn't tell you this, okay? Please don't tell Mom this, though I know she knows it. When we got away from that man and had to leave where we had lived, we were in a project. Parts were not so bad, others were horrible. But Manda,at barely fourteen, maybe even still thirteen, let boys do things for money to help pay for what we needed."
"I know what you mean. That's about as horrible as the paddling."
"Now she met some neat boys - some real neat. And the kids were nice. Real nice. Several times some boy would come up to me and say, `Hey, give this to Manda from Jimmy. It's okay. Lacy told me to give it to her.
"But Manda remembers. That's why she sometimes acts the way she does. Wouldn't be surprised one Friday afternoon to see her leave school wearing something out of a history book with a black guy in a wide black nat, a cape, and a sword and drive off with her in a red Ferrari. Yeah, she loves your brother Barry. But she still likes a little D'arnation flavor.
"You brought it up, sweet Cindy, but as the kid brother who shared a bed for five months with an 11 or 12 year old girl , somewhat to protect her from her mother, she was too young; I was too young.
"We do enough we enjoy doing with each other. That final thing? As long as I have you - I can wait. I think a lot feel the same way."
"I'm really looking forward to that, Ron. But there are lots we can do. Oh? Where can I find another black guy with a cape?"
They kissed, snuggled, and went to sleep. Did either dream of the sound of rapier steel on rapier steel?
Then Ron turned 14 on the 29th of September, with Cindy some nine days later on the eighth of October. When 14/I was a mutual celebration, the first got a cupcake while the second was a sheetcake, no matter who was older. Sometimes, if they were a serious couple, one might be a year or two years older.
So Ron got his cupcake, which he shared with Cindy. Her birthday was on a Saturday and parents asked and got permission to attend the expected ceremony. Mal and Ginger spend the night in a vacant room in 11/12 I, with a chance to talk to their new friends, Jack and Jill and Clyde and Bonnie. They even showered in the common showers. "You gonnna be your wife's backie?" a smart senior boy asked.
"What's that?"
"He washes his girl's back and she washes his."
"I'm sure not going to let anybody else do that." The others in 11/12 laughed.
Malcolm and Ginger also surprised breakfast by showing up wearing flops for Ginger and sandals for Malcolm, their towel in hand to protect the chair from a bare behind. They did sit with the faculty.
"I think Cindy and Ron have a plot," the new DogG Gwen Giovanni,said. My husband is the DoB. Being from a long line of Mafia godfathers, Tony's up to something."
Music began to play as Ron and Cindy walked out, a study in contrasts at everything except height and physical. As expected they walked over to the big cork board on the wall and stood with a folded sheet on Cindy's hand while Ron held a package. The cafeteria grew silent as the script seemed to slip out of control.
Cindy began. "Ron and I never really heard of Jones until some five months ago or so. We never heard of each other, either. Then things happened. Ron?"
"Cindy' right. Now first a lot of you are thinking this is some rich white boy meets a poor black girl and they get it on. I'm fourteen now, but I've learned life is not simple. BeforeI turned eleven, I was a rich white boy. But I was abused by my father. I asked her permission, but my older sister was also abused. I would now ask you to greet my sister as she is today with her escort." A trumpet sound and Lady d'Manda, escorted by the Compte d'D'narnatiion came in the door, her with a deep curtsey, him with a bow, but with his hand on the pommel of the rapier.
From the faculty table, Malcolm produced a military hat, which he put on, came to attention, and saluted, while Ginger gathered invisible petticoats to drop a curtsey. The faculty began to clap, joined in by groups of students .
The noise died down as Cindy continued. "My brother and I had wonderful lives until our wonderful mother was found to have stage four brain cancer, She lasted five months for us and then our business owner dad had a 11 year old big league dream die at second base while an eight year old wondered about puberty without a mom.
"Then Dad came and told us he had met a lady, a fine lady, a lady with two kids of her own. We met. We didn't mesh quite at once. But, and I have permission to say this, we watched two adult strangers walk upstairs and say they'd be awhile and for the four of us to get acquainted down in the playroom. "
The DoB had to both raise his hand and blow his whistle to slow the comments. "I'm a gonna have ta bring out the cement boots," he called. "Now quiet," The laughter grew quieter.
Cindy coninued. "Our parents came out in an hour or so, more or less. We were to sleep in the boy's room and the girl's room. Nope. Between the four of us we looked at age, sex, and color, The next morning I awoke nude next to also nude Ron and my ancient stuffed animal. The wonderful person I now call Mom II took Ron, Bun Blue, and myself to my brother Barry, Amanda, and my Dad. Ron?
"I hate to butt in, but five minutes," the DoB said, whistle in hand,
"Our folks caught us with strangers in bed with no clothes on. No whipping, but some teaching, Amanda and I now call our adults Dad and Mom. Barry and Cindy now call our folks Dad and Mom II.
"Figure out why. "
"Now, the sheet." The two took the sheet, hung it with large tacks and let it fall open, pure white. "Cindy and I have decided that ours will be for our 15/1. We know there is so much we can do over the next year here."Theyboth put their V back on, each fastening the other's chain.
"For those of you who are twelve, thirteen, a little older, or some younger, please wait with us.We think it will be worth it."
"I swear neither myself nor the DoBbribed these two or did any other criminal act.But, those mentioned, please think on what they have said."Dean of Girls Gwen Giovannicalled, "Bring out the cake.No sense wasting it."
This is an offshoot of my TALES OF JONES LAB SCHOOL found in Bisexual High School. You may enjoy the background of this adult interracial story