Tales of Jones Lab School #2: The Last Seniors to Have Paige and Mason as Counselors
Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with his characters as individuals.
The Last Seniors to have Paige and Mason as Counselors
by
Larry Marian
Most boarding schools have a room for a reputation for something or other. At Jones Lab School it was Room 238, Group II, 11/12, second floor, down a small hall leading off from the 11/12 commons, shared by both Group I and II, It was a large room, designed, for some strange reason, for six students originally, until somebody wanted to add a sink to the room, since it was next to the commons bath room, thus bringing the size down to four students, sleeping in two bunk beds.
The bunk beds lasted all of 15 minutes from the time the last of the original students saw the layout, two 17 year old senior boys, a 17 year old senior girl, and a 16 year old junior girl, all of them a couple for at least two years, and all four best friends. Minutes after the four saw the arrangement, the bunk beds were split and then the two tops sat beside the two bottoms. There was a quick run to the shop and on the return the lower legs of the tops got props so the mattresses were level. Super glue matched the legs to the blocks and all was right with the world of sleeping.
That year was the last year that Mom Paige and Dad Mason presided over Group I, 7/8 and met up with Patty, Duke, Brianna, and John, all new to Jones Lab, and seventh graders with more than a seventh grade attitude. Three weeks into the school year, John, already five foot, 11 inches sassed Mom Paige in the middle of the caf during lunch. The whole room got silent as Mom Paige raised her arm to put her hand on his muscular shoulder.
"John," she said sweetly, "you just don't know what you are doing. So. I could do a write up on you. I believe the Dean of Boys would think it necessary to give you two swats. He's good at it."
From the far end of the room a senior, one of few for first lunch called, "She knows. She took three."
"That's enough, Jerry!" Paige responded. "So, John, Finish your lunch. Then - come to the gym. I'll be there. You can ask me to do a write up, or you can walk out on the mat with me. You might ask somebody to bring you a jock and a pair of shorts - just in case."
John looked at her. He couldn't laugh, but he could smirk. "I'd hurt you," he said,
"I won't hurt you unless you do something very stupid," she responded.
"Okay. I'll be there. Uh, you going to bring your husband?"
"Mom Paige doesn't need me. You are John. You are not Big Bad John nor Little John, or even Johnny Appleseed. I will observe the tape measure crew. Good luck, John."
Paige and Mason went to the faculty table, checked out the twins at their little table, and had lunch. Paige ate lightly, then left, headed for the gym, which had already begun to fill with all the students free to watch. Several tugged mats out to the middle. Two sophomores came out with a tape measure. Paige walked to the center of the mat, sat down, gathered herself in lotus and began to hum.
John came in nude. An upperclassman came up to him with a pair of shorts and a jock. John brushed it aside. "Im here... Mom Paige," he said. She looked up, unfolded, and stood up.
"John," she said simply, "a write up would be much easier for you."
"I'm not afraid," he said as he put up his hands, fists tight.
"Your move, John," she said quietly. He looked at her, looked at the students and some faculty, and charged. Paige smiled, side stepped, took his right arm, pulled him through over her bent knee, and flipped him over to land on his back with a thud. Then her foot was on his neck. She looked down at him. "Enough, I hope?"
"Uh!" he said as he tried to roll towards her. Her foot went to his rearward arm. "OH!" he called.
"Big Bad John. Get still. Lie there. NOW!" And he did. Tears formed in his eyes as Paige released him, "Bring John a towel and get him to the bathroom. NOW!" she exploded. "Every student - get to your classroom. NOW!"
Five years later, Patty, Duke, Brianna, and John, after a bit of pleading got 238 for their senior year. The bunk beds had long since been converted to something approaching two queens with the assumption that each bed would have a boy and a girl in each one. One year there were two boys and two girls, but the beds held two boys and two girls. New comers found the notes. Everybody laughed and began to make their new beds.
The four quickly got their room in order, so they sat on the two beds going over the opening day's events.
"Did you notice the little seventh grader, blond, just a bit of boobs, with some thatch? You know our junior yearbook with the kid pictures of the faculty? That Molly is Mom Paige's daughter," Patty said. The two boys responded, "Nah!"
"She is. And Flounder is her older brother."
"You mean the throw any net to catch a girl fish Flounder?" Brianna asked.
"Yep," Patty said. "Look, we all have physics with Mr. M'urk. We all know his dad is connected to Mom Paige and Dad Mason. Let's see what we can worm out of him." Since it was almost lights out and Patty motioned to Duke towards their bed and Brianna just went and lay down in the middle of her and John's bed, the group conversation came to a halt. Light's out came through the general PA as they turned out the lights.
Their knock on the door came late, but Duke raised his mouth from Brianna and called, "ALL FOUR" , and went back to kissing Brianna. The lights went out and the two couples got involved with each other, without a V among the four of them.
The next morning Patty rose early and headed down to the original 7/8 dorm to enter it and look around. It still looked the same. As she did a few kids began to open their door to head for the showers, a towel over the shoulder. She saw a girl leave a room, the door now partially open, blond hair, loose at her shoulders, flops on her feet, towel slung over her right shoulder. Patty went forward.
"Hi. I'm Patty. Mr. M'urk teaches me physics. You're Mom Paige and Dad Mason's daughter, aren't you?"
Molly looked at her. "So?"
"Because your mom and dad are famous with us. We are the last to have them as counselors and so much more. Look, I won't tell anybody else other than my roomies in 238. They took care of us. We want to do the same for you. Okay?"
Patty looked at Molly. Molly saw a small tear form.
"Yes. Please. Of course."
"Let's get a shower," Patty said. "I haven't had one here in years!"
"Sure," Molly said. Together they entered the shower room and went down to the end, took the last two and got the water adjusted to their liking.
"Turn around," Patty said. "I'll get your back." Molly did so, to find the way Patty washed her back very pleasant. So much so that when Patty said quietly to her, "Spread your legs a bit. I'll get your crack," she complied. She felt, not a wash cloth, but Patty's hand explore her butt, briefly and then go up to her pussy, the hand running up her slit to her clit.
"Patty, you're..."
"Yes. Are you okay with this?"
"Uh. Phillip and I, we.."
"Your roomie and you have felt each other up?" The older girl's hand continued to roam, her finger entering Molly just a bit, but still playing with the clit.
"A little. We put our beds together three days ago."
"Ah." Patty's other hand cupped one of Molly's small breasts. "You know what the boy's say, `anything more than a mouth full is wasted.' You have some nice tits developing. "
"Thanks, Patty. Uh, Patty. I'm cumming."
"Good. Glad you liked that. I'm sort of using you to thank your mom and dad for all they did for us. We all miss them.
"Well, the shower room is filling up. Somebody else might want to use these two for some extra cleaning. Be sure to show this to your Phillip."
"Okay."
"Let's dry." They did. Molly paid extra attention to Patty's nipples which got her a smile before she returned to 238. It was still early in the morning. Probably half the boarding students were still asleep. As she walked down the hall to the side hall to their room she heard a few wake up alarms go off. She opened the door to seek Brianna and John in their bed on top of the covers. Brianna rested on her hands and knees with John behind her, leaning forward so he could hold her breasts while Duke sat on their bed acting as the cheering section.
"I don't know where Patty is, but if she doesn't get here before you two get it off, I'm claiming sloppy seconds," he said.
"Getting close, horndog. Getting..."
"So am I. But she's coming soon."
"I've already cum once. Move over Duke if you want a quickie." He smiled at her and lay down on his back, his a bit over six inch cock sticking straight up."
"Well, if you're ready, climb aboard, Patty. So what have you been doing?"
"I met Molly Adams in the 7/8 shower. We had one together in the back corner. She liked getting fingered." She moaned. "I do like the Mason position," she muttered.
"Yeah. You go deep," Duke said.
"OH YESSS!" Brianna gasped. "Your cumming got me off,"
Five minutes later the four lay in post coital bliss. "We need to get down to breakfast," John said. "Oh, don't forget Mom Paige's daughter is 12, I guess. That's five or six years depend on your age. She's off limits, you know."
"I know. A one time deal. I don't want her to follow in her brother's footsteps. If he hasn't screwed 15 different girls in the past three years, he's still a virgin," Patty said.
"Probably right. I know he's been warned to stay away from anybody younger than 14," Duke said.
"I just wonder what she's going to do," Patty said as they headed for breakfast.
What Patty didn't know was that Molly and Phil took advantage of their proximity to the dining hall. Phil's hand was on her pussy, a finger inside her slit while he kissed her deeply and rolled a hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. She kissed back while slowly jacking his hard three inch cock. She brought him off seconds before her cum hit her.
The two had to dash into the shower before heading for breakfast.
Dear Reader,
When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more than between three to five more stories. Like Topsy, this has grown. With growth came a few errors. For example, we have the line from the Teen Swim Party "... ranging from a bald, flat 11 year old..." when the invitation clearly states that the mandated ages are 12 to 17 so this line should read "... ranging from a bald, flat one who looked 11 . . ." Feel free to point out other errors. If I were to ever find a paper publisher, such errors will be corrected.
Thanks.
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