Tales of Jones Lab School

Bisexual High School: Tales of Jones Lab School #22: Beginning at Jones

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.

Beginnings at Jones

by

Larry Marian

Closing loose ends

Maggie and Tom sat in the dark blue BMW, the engine running, in front of the mall's Food Court entrance. Arms around each other they kissed fiercely as though one were going off the the wars or something equally dangerous. Finally the kiss broke. "Now, Tom. This one client in 15 minutes. Then the second one in an hour. Then we meet with the sleaze balls, Randy and Carlos. You'll go get JM and FM from home. Jeff will show up, maybe with a couple of football players. They will either have all the owed money or will know what will happen if the rest doesn't come soon. Right?" "Yeah. I just don't like the idea of not being here when the first one comes. Especially a guy you don't know." "I was okay before I met you. In fact, when I met you I didn't have you to guard me from you." Tom laughed. "Be careful." "Yes, love,' she said before sliding out of the Beemer. She walked towards the entrance as Tom drove off, taking off her sweater to reveal the see through blouse she wore without a bra. She walked into the Food Court almost right into a "tall, dark, and handsome" teen age boy, who had to be seventeen. "You must be Maggie." "I am. Are you a bit early?" "Maybe. So was that your pimp?" "NO. My boy friend." She felt a stab of anger go through her, but this did look like some $75 towards her mother's needs. "Oh, handy. Okay, I've got a custom van in the parking lot. Tinted windows and all. Nice and private. Shall we go there?" "Sure. Why not? And you are?" "Harold." "Harold, lead on," she said as he took her elbow to lead Maggie to a very colorful van. Harold opened the side door to what appeared to be straight from the Arabian Nights, with drapes on the walls, a soft floor, cushions and what looked like candles for some light, She stepped inside, then sat down. He sat down next to her. "What do you want first?" "Well, a blow job is a great way to start," he replied. Maggie smiled as she began to unbutton the see through, taking it off and laying it aside. "So you just going to pull it out or do you want a good job? If so, get your pants off at least." "Really nice tits," Harold said. "Yeah, I like first class," he said as he began to lower his pants. "You can't play with my balls if all I do is unzip." "Yeah," Maggie said as she slid her cut offs, revealing a see threw thong, as Harold stripped down, showing off his at least six inch hard, thick cock. She moved to get between his legs, placing her head over his crotch. She lowered her mouth to licking distance, did that, took the head in for a bob or two, then headed for his hair covered balls to lick and suck them before returning to the shaft which she began taking into her mouth. She heard his first moan, then felt his hands on the back of her head. She didn't worry about that as long as there was no pressure. She continued to minister the hard cock. "Ah, shit. Getting close. So good. Damn," he said. "YES!" as she felt his cum flood her mouth. She gulped and swallowed, then again until he stopped. "Damn, that was good!" She took her mouth off his softening cock. "Glad you liked it." "Well, I love the way you suck. How do you fuck?" She flinched at "fuck," but carried on. "Your call. I don't do hanging from a trapeze." "Good. Doggie style is good for me." Maggie smiled at him, then got on her hands and knees. Harold at once got behind her, fumbled for a moment or two while she first felt his dick head and then the shaft plunge in with a force that pushed her forward onto the mat on the floor. He gripped her waist, keeping her attached, causing her to lower her head. Then he began to pound, fast and deep, forcing her face into the matt. At the same time she felt strange feelings stirring. He was the opposite of Tom. Yet he forced her into enjoying him. Damn. But she felt his dick talked to her. "Damn, cunt. You're loving this fucking. So am I. I think you just came. I'm about to. SHIT YES!" as she felt his climax deep inside her, causing Maggie's hard cum. Finally they rolled off each other. "Damn you fuck well." "Thanks. Yeah. Okay. You finished?" "Come clean my cock." "You have a towel or a wash cloth?" "Fuck no. Use your mouth!" "You want me to suck you again? That's extra." No, just clean it up. A lick or two, in and out. A tip,, of course." "Okay," Maggie said, as they changed positions bringing her mouth once more close to his hardening cock. She gave the tip a few licks, then took the prick once more into her mouth for a few bobs. She felt his hands on her head. "Damn, you are a fantastic cock sucker. I can't believe it, I'm about to cum again. Shit, no cunt's ever gotten me to cum three times in ten minutes. Don't stop." Maggie wanted to, but the hands on her head and his comments made her continue. It was a minute, not seconds, but he flooded her mouth with his cum once again, Finally he released his hands and she sat up. "I hope you're satisfied," she said, reaching for her thong. "You are great. Better than my girl friend, for sure. Great fuck and great suck. " He pulled up his pants, then pulled out his wallet as Maggie pulled up her cut offs, then slipped the see through back on. "Here's for the fuck, and suck one and suck two, and the tip," he said as he put four twenties and two tens into her hand. "So when can I enjoy that pussy and mouth again?" "Don't know. I'm off to boarding school with Tom day after tomorrow. We won't be back until Christmas." "You're good enough. I'll wait. My folks work. We can fuck at my place." "Okay," Maggie said. Now why would I agree? I really don't like his talk. But his dick - wow! With that she put the money in her purse and got out of the van. "Thanks," she said. "Mom can use this." With that she hurried through the Food Court to the ladies room where she pulled mouth wash out of her mouth to gargle and rinse, twice, getting the cum taste out. Then she was back out in the Food Court, looking for Tom. Before she could locate him another male teen approached her. Should have put my sweater back on, she thought. "Ah, Maggie. Sorry I'm a bit late. I'm Alex. Do you mind a car? If you're rushed, driving us back to my house would take too long." Damn, she thought. I thought I just did this. Harold must have had one of those flyers and was not on the schedule!. "Let's go walk out to your car," she said, throwing the sweater over her shoulders, though it did nothing to cover her nipples. They walked out, side by side. As soon as they were outside he said, "Nice boobs, Maggie." "Thanks. I like them. So what's the car?" "It's an older Buick. Lots of room in the back seat." "Uh. I am a bit rushed. Maybe a BJ and a rain check?" "That's fine. We can just drive to the vacant part of the lot. Okay?" "Yeah. Sure," Maggie said as they approached the Buick. Gentlemanly, Alex opened the door for Maggie who slid in to the passenger seat. "I guess I should have just gotten in the back," she said. No bad," Alex responded as he got behind the wheel. "I have to get in the back anyway." With that he drove the Buick to the far end of the lot, under the trees where the two got out of the front and into the back. Seated, Maggie unbuttoned her see through, then took it off. "Wow," Alex said. "Your boobs looked nice under that blouse. Now they look great." "Thanks. I'm still getting used to them. A year ago I had nothing. So, you going to get ready or do you want me to do it for you?" "Here," Alex said as he got to work on his pants. Maggie almost gasped when she saw his hard cock, mushroom head, maybe seven inches, precum dripping. "Wow. That's big." She leaned over, grasping his dong. "Yumm," she purred as she began to lick the large head. "Oh, God. This is already good," Alex groaned. Maggie's hand went to his balls as she began to actually suck him before she kissed her way down his shaft to his balls where she took them, one at a time into her mouth. "Oh, Lord. You'd better get it in your mouth or there'll be cum in your hair!" Maggie shifted back at once to take it back in for five bobs before she felt him tense up just before the first shot hit the back of her mouth. "Oh, Christ! So good. So good," he moaned as he kept cumming. Finally he finished with a satisfied moan. "Sorry I was so fast," he said. "Yeah. That's okay," Maggie said as she put her shirt back on. "I do have another appointment soon." "Okay," Alex said once dressed. "Here's what I owe and a tip," he said, handing her a twenty and a ten. " "Thanks," she said. "I hope a next time with more time." "Yeah. In my bedroom." "Good," she replied as they got into the front to drive back to the Food Court. Alex leaned over and kissed her, something Harold had not done. "Later," she said as she closed the car door, entered the Mall to head straight for the ladies room and a good gargle. After that Maggie went to the sub spot, bought a small fountain drink, found an appropriate table, sat down, then pulled a red lollypop from her purse. Minutes later Victor walked up. "Hi Maggie," he said as he sat down. "Look, I hope you don't mind, butI talked to a buddy. You have time for two of us?" "Probably. But don't do this again without checking with me first. So where's your friend?" "He had to pee and then get a drink. He'll be along in a moment." "Okay, so where are we going to go?" "I live five minutes from here. I have a big bed. Oh, here he is. Hey, Mike." Maggie turned around to see her older brother. "Maggie?" "Mike? What are you doing here?" "Uh, Victor here said he knew a very approachable girl.... you?" Maggie lowered her eyes. "Yes, Mike. For Mom...and for Dad, too. And look, I need you to help me get the money to Mom. She needs it. Please help me." "Woah! Victor, I'm not about to mess around with my kid sister!" "Well, how was I supposed to know?" He got up. "I'll call you later, Maggie for a get together. Sorry this happened."
"Yeah," Mike said as he sat down next to Maggie. "Maggie, you have got to stop this." Mike, Mom needs the help. Look, do this, I'll give you $50 right now. You tell Mom you got a bonus or something. Then in two weeks or so, another. Or put some in her wallet and make her think it was in there." She looked up to see Tom, the M's, and Jeff approaching, looking concerned. "You okay, Maggie? Who is this guy?" Tom asked. "Hi, dear. This is Mike, my older brother, Mike, this is my boy friend, Tom, my now old friends FM and JM, and Jeff, a new friend." For a minute "hellos" got exchanged. "Guys, grab seats for a couple minutes. If the timing is right, it'll be at least 45 minutes before they show up.
The four new arrivals sat down as Maggie continued. "I thought two guys were helping me, but in fact they were screwing me - uh - maybe a poor choice of words - they collected the money and gave me some and kept some for `expenses' - but Jeff here let me know they were ripping me off. So they've given me some of what they owe me, but they still owe me about $800." "How much?" Mike asked, shock in his voice. "About $800. Maybe a bit more. Most of that should go to Mom. So we are meeting these guys to get the rest or a firm date when I can get my actual pay - or else. So, would you like to stay? Oh, and by the way, if there is any mention of a baby brother with leukemia, we have a baby brother with leukemia." "Well, I have to help you, Maggie, but I don't have to like it." "Thanks. Look, if it's okay with Tom, his folks, my new friends, then it should be okay with you." "Yeah, Mike, after we talk with Randy and Carlos, come back to the house with us. We'd like to get acquainted with you," Tom said. "Look who's coming," Jeff said. They all turned to see the two coming towards them. "Well hello, guys. So nice of you to come. Perhaps you are here to return that three dollars you got from me back in sixth grade?" "I know nothing about that. Maggie, we have $200. That's it." "Oh, no. And I forgot something. Each time you two gave me $50, I gave each of you a BJ and a screw. No charge, then. So that's $50 a piece base. But one time you two wanted to do it at the same time. According to your little chart, that's $50 more. In addition, one time both of you wanted my butt, which your chart says is $50, not $30. You two keeping track?" "Uh, so what if we don't?" "When the kids at school learn that you are screwing a thirteen year old girl who's trying to save her brother's life, I don't think things will go well with you," Jeff said. "I could imagine such things as four flat tires. Maybe somebody'd key your van. Maybe something bad with your locker. Oh, it could go on and on. Who knows how far a couple of linebackers could carry you into the woods. You understand. And nobody would know nothing." "I would bet that some of the faculty would see nothing. Might even offer suggestions. Mr. Patton, for instance," Tom said. "I'm sorry I won't be there to see what accidents might occur," "Okay. We'll do something." "Every fast food is hiring," Jeff said. "Okay. We've got things to do. Give me the $200 and we'll figure the new amount and get it to you," Maggie said. Randy and Carlos looked at each other, then each pulled out a wad and gave the bills to Maggie, who counted them out. "Okay. Actually I see $210. Write that down, Tom, please. We don't want to cheat these cheats." With that Randy and Carlos turned on their heels and left. The others watched them go. "They will fight back," Tom said. "Yeah. But loose. Lots of enemies," Jeff said. Maggie's phone rang. "Hello? Oh, Victor. I wasn't expecting you to call. Oh, they slunk away. Yeah. Let me ask." Maggie turned to Tom, her hand over the phone, "It's Victor, wanting to know if we can still meet. So, can you guys sort of tail him?" "Maggie, JM and I came in Dad's rental car. We can get back to the house. You, Tom, and your brother - Mike - can come later." "That okay, Tom?" Maggie asked. "You probably need to, Maggie. We can pick you up afterwards and get home." "Thanks, Love." She put the phone back to her lips. "Victor - be at the Food Court entrance in five minutes or less. Then I can. Otherwise. Sorry. Bye." She smiled at Tom. "Okay, I'm off. He said no more than a half hour. Down by the tree." "Okay."

Mike and Tom

Maggie walked away from her brother and her more than boy friend, headed towards the Food Court entrance. The two boys looked at each other. "Give her about three minutes and then we follow. I'll get the car and pick you up," Tom said. "BMW, and I'm driving." "Okay," Mike said as he watched his sister go through the doors. The two got up after a minute wait, then went out to the Beemer. Mike saw a car heading towards the far end of the lot. They went to the end of the mall building where they watched the car stop under the trees at the end of the lot. Tom swung the car around and parked where they could see the car. "What do you think?" Mike asked. "You mean the girl I love very much about to have sex with another guy?" "Yeah." "I think she's sacrificing something. Let me tell you something. Her father is in jail for rape. The kids he raped are FM and JM. She couldn't believe it until they told her. She doesn't want kids raped. " "Wow." "Her mom threw her out because Maggie's dating a nigger - me. Now, I'm at least half white - but Maggie's trying to help out her mom. I can only support her. So what do you think of your sister sucking off a boy?" "Weird. I mean she's always been a bit shy. So we're three years apart, but if I saw her undressed or even somewhat, she'd shriek and carry on. And now she's doing it with guys for money. Guys she didn't even know." "That's how we met." "Really?" "Well, it was by accident in the Food Court. It was crowded and she offered me a seat. She wore her hunting clothes - a skimpy halter top, tight white shorts - very short. So we talked, I asked her if she wanted to be shown around town, she agreed. Well, we wound up at my place at the pool and I asked her if she wanted to swim. She said no suit and I said we swam nude most of the time. You want me to go on?" "Uh, yeah. It's still hard to believe. I mean, just before we moved here I saw her in her bra and panties and you'd think I was about to rape her." "Not then. She said fine. She got naked before I did. So I saw her see through thong. Anyway, we swam, but then we went into the cabana, and about fifteen minutes later we had sex for the first time. Soon after that we fell in love. I guess you know she's moved in with me. We sleep together." "Your folks are okay with that?" "Yeah. But I'll let Maggie tell you about that. " Tom looked back at the car Maggie was in. "Oh, look. The car is heading this way. We'll cut them off at the pass!" At that Tom started the car, to move it to stop the other car. It stopped. "Maggie - come here!" Tom called. With that the door opened, Maggie ran over, and jumped in the back seat. "Let's go,"she said. They went. "You okay?" Tom asked "Yeah. He really is something of a jerk. He said he only had enough for a BJ. I agreed and did him and then he wanted to screw, too. I told him `no,' but he started to try to feel me up. I noticed the Beemer and went to get out of his car, so he gave up." She took the mouth wash out, gargled, lowered the rear window and spat it out. "That's better," she said. "But I want to get home and shower. "You good with coming to see where I am now, Mike?" "Sure. If it's okay with Tom." "Sure," Tom replied. "Let's go." Tom then headed towards home. "So what do you think?" Maggie asked as they passed through the gate to the garage. "Something else," Mike said as they approached the garage. "Lord. A Ferrarri! Wow." "Dad's. He only lets me drive it if he's with me. Period. " He parked and the three got out of the Beemer. Childish yelling and laughing came from behind the house. "Must be Helen and Max with some friends. Let's get up to our room so Maggie can shower and then we'll go down to the pool too, if you'd like, Mike." "Okay." Maggie led the way up to hers and Tom's bed room. Once there she headed straight to the bath. Minutes later she returned with a towel wrapped around her. "Uh, Maggie, forget I'm here?" Mike asked. "No. I've just grown up a bit. We are going to the pool, right?" "No suit." "That's what I told Tom the first day I was here. We all swim nude here. The kids in the pool are all nude, I'm sure. " "I have a suit that would fit you, I think," Tom offered. "I don't think I've ever worn it." "Well, I'll at least go down to it," Tom said. "So this is really your bedroom? Both of you?" Maggie giggled. "Mike, go to the nearest dresser and open the top drawer. Yeah, Go ahead." Mike got up and went to the dresser, opened the drawer. "What do you see?" "Uh, bras and panties." "So either Tom's a cross dresser, or those are my undies, big brother." "And I don't cross dress," Tom said. "Let's go. We can get undressed at the pool. There are towels in the cabana." With that he led the way to the pool where there were five kids in the pool, two boys and three girls. "Hi, kids," he called. "Come out. Helen and Max, meet Maggie's big brother Mike. And let's see, we have Vickie, Baxter, and Alice, you meet Maggie and Mike." "Hi, everybody," Mike said. "Nice to meet friends of Helen and Max," Maggie said, looking at the new kids. Alice looked about Helen's age of eight, while Baxter looked maybe eleven, and Vickie, twelve, with boobs just beginning, so about the same age as Max, who was twelve, but looked a bit late in hitting puberty. Alice, despite her name seemed very Asian while Baxter and Vickie were white, blond hair and blue eyed white. "Tom, Maggie, Mom and Dad said I can go to Jones, too since I'm in seventh grade." "And I can't since I'm in third!" "Yeah, but Max will have to make new friends just like Tom and I will have to," Maggie pointed out. "And you have Alice and Baxter and Vickie." She dropped her towel. "True, but..." "Maggie. You didn't shriek," Mike said. "Nope. And I won't when you decide to get in the water." As she talked, Tom swiftly took off his clothes, putting them along side three neat piles of tween clothes, including what Maggie could tell was a training bra. Mike shrugged his shoulders and began to strip. "Maggie, do you and Tom have to sleep in the same bedroom? In the same bed?" Alice asked. "Huh? Why do you ask that?" "Well, Helen says you do. Do you screw?" "Uh, that's really a personal question," Maggie replied. "Alice, as Helen's older brother, I can just tell you to drop these questions. Helen, I'll talk to you later, maybe with Mom. In the meantime, I think this is going to be just a dip. Max, did you get information on what to bring?" "Yep. Even my room mate's name. She's Amy and lives in North Dakota. " "Okay, just a dip, as I said, and then we'll take Mike back to the apartment," Tom said. It was actually close to a half hour before Tom and Mike dried off while Maggie went back up to the bedroom to dress, reappearing with far more appropriate clothes. The three left, waving good bye to the five in the pool.

Move In Day

Slightly tired from the five hour drive in the SUV and getting their stuff for a year away from home, Max, Tom, and Maggie sat in that order with the other 30 new boarding students to Jones Lab School in grades 7-12, having said good bye to their parents . Their one suitcase each - there's no need to pack a lot of clothes if you will only wear them when you leave the school grounds - was supplemented with lap top, sports equipment, and certain other treasures to make transition to boarding school a bit easier. These all rested in neat rows outside the medium sized conference room. The room contained the hum of many hesitant conversations of mostly teens getting to meet each other. A man and a woman walked into the room to stand in front of the new students. For the most part they weren't noticed. Both raised one hand. The murmur continued until one student called "Hand UP," while she raised her hand. Others turned, saw her and obeyed that signal so common in many schools. Hands rose, each with a "Hand Up," until the room grew quiet. Well, welcome our new boarding students. I have to say that you new folks did not set the record for either the quickest or slowest to get quiet. I'm Mr. Jefferson, but most kids call me Mr. Sam' and this is Ms. Jefferson, better known as Coach JJ.' Yes, we're married. In fact our oldest son is now in first grade here at Jones. We are dorm counselors for Dorm 11/12 and this is our year to welcome you to Jones. Following this, the other three counselor teams will come in and take you to your dorm where they will introduce themselves and have you meet your room mate. In all cases except one, your room mate will be a veteran of at least one year at Jones and, in most cases the same grade. You have the name of that person on your welcoming e-mail and letter. "Now, when Jones first opened, before it had boarding students, that first day caused a lot of concern. But now with most public pools having nude swimming at least on some days, nudity is not the bugbear it was back then. That said, some of you may be embarrassed since in most cases you have no friend with you. Well, it may happen so we're going to get it over with now. "By your chair is a white cloth bag with your name and your room number on it. Please stand up, open the bag and put it on your chair. Then undress, putting your clothes in the bag. Leave your footgear on then put the bag on the floor and sit down. Okay, stand up and undress." With that the two adults pulled out their white bag and began to undress. Maggie smiled, turned to Tom and said softly, "What would Mike say now?" as she pulled her polo shirt off, revealing her bare breasts. "If he weren't your brother, he would say, Those are the finest boobs I've ever seen in my life.'" Tom continued to get undressed. Maggie had a short laugh, A few took longer than others, but in minutes all were nude and seated again. "Okay, everybody is now in the school uniform. So, let us quickly discuss the two big problems with a nude co-ed student body. I know it's ladies first, but Coach JJ will discuss the boys' problem while I attack the girls'. Coach JJ." "I look around and see that the male problem still exists. It's just not what it was like for the first opening day, which was not Move In Day. As I remember there were close to 150 boys in grade seven and up. I think 147 of them had an erection. I don't think it was until day five or six that none of them had a continuous one. Today, I think I see six here. Guys, it will disappear in a few days. You will continue to get one for one reason or another. Usually that is at the most unwelcome time. "Now, gals, if you see one, it does not mean that he's about to attack you. It doesn't mean that he finds you attractive. It just means that some part of his brain tells his penis to get erect, or as you say among yourselves, his brain demands he get a hard on or his dick gets hard, or any one of about five or six other more colorful expressions. I will tell you from talking first to my boy friend and then to my now husband, it's more embarrassing to him than it is to you. "Bottom line to both guys and gals, it's not the problem it was back when few pools allowed nude swimming and mass erections will go away soon. Mr. Sam." "Well, ladies, your problem is not as obvious as the guys' is, but it doesn't go away. All of you have it or are about to have it, if you haven't had your menarche yet. Yep, that word, your period, or menstrual cycle, or as my grandmother called it, though not to me, the curse.' If you don't already know, most females have their period about the same time, though some start sooner and others later. The actual length of mensuration does last - the legendary five to seven days" a variable number of days. In the beginning, Jones told girls to wear panties during that time - but that made them very obvious. The pioneers stopped the practice in mass during the third cycle. Solution - the tampon. "In your room you will find your waist wallet. Girls, in that mesh wallet is an inner compartment for tampons. Most Jones girls just keep two there for safety. The early protesters found that the tampon string was not obvious for the most part. Some did some barbering right after their period and didn't again until after the following one. So be comfortable. "Okay, I pause for any questions so far. Oh, yes, uh, please state your normal name and grade." Max stood up and said, "I'm Max in seventh, what's a men arch?" Most girls either laughed or snickered. The boys for the most part looked puzzled." Mr. Sam and Coach JJ looked at each other, then Coach JJ said, "Max, a girl's menarche is the first time she has her period. It's on the same vein as the first time a boy ejaculates. "Now, can anybody here tell me why I talked about boners and Mr. Sam talked about tampons?" Like every other student, Maggie looked from left to right. Everybody seemed confused. Finally she raised her hand and got the nod. She stood up. "Could it be to make us more comfortable about this? If, uh, Mr. Sam can talk to us girls about our period, and Coach JJ can talk to, say my boy friend about his erection, then maybe it makes more since to all of us. Until a couple of months ago, if my older brother happened to see me with only a bra, you'd think some gang broke into the house to rape me. " The others laughed at that. "Pretty much sums it up. Now, one of the Jones rules is this. If we are in a formal setting and there is reason to talk about sex, sexuality, or anything along those lines, girls have a vagina and boys have a penis and testicles. If it's informal, the words multiply, but as an example, girls have a pussy and boys have a dick and balls." Tom and Maggie looked at each other and smiled. The introduction went on for a while longer before the other counselors began to take their new charges to their new home away from home. Since they were in the 11/12 dorm, they got called last, Tom and Maggie and three others, all of whom, carrying their possessions, got escorted by Mr. Sam and Coach JJ. They stopped at the double door to the 11/12 dorm. "Okay, find your room and your room mate. Our apartment entrance is the first door on the left as you come in. The apartment actually extends for the first four doors, but students can't enter by any of them, except for our kids going into their room. Tom and Maggie, since you are both new and have requested to room together, the kids on either side of you have said they will act as your mentors for the first month,which is the traditional time for room mate swap, if wanted. "So good luck." With that the two adults entered their apartment. Tom and Maggie shouldered their stuff and headed down the hall to 118 to find the door open and a hand written sign saying "Welcome to 11/12!" They smiled at that as they began to put their belongings away. On each bed lay a pillow, a blanket, and a comforter. On each desk they found a diagram for the desk and their small dresser/closet. With them they had sheets and pillow cases, the sheets large enough to make up the bed when pushed together, courtesy of the M's. After they'd taken care of their individual desk and dresser, Tom pulled each bed from the respective wall and then they pushed them together. Maggie got out the bottom sheet, which mostly fit so they two got that in place and tucked in as two students gave a knock and entered. "Hi. We're Jack and Melinda, in 116. George and Barbara in 120 are at cross country practice. You'll see them later perhaps," Melinda said in introduction. "So, are you already beddies?" "Yes. We're friends to FM and JM. This is Maggie and I'm Tom. I guess we've been beddies for a month now. FM and JM explained it to us when we asked them about Jones." "Good. Nice to know you are friends with the M's. Uh, I see Maggie has her V on her desk. It's custom for you to wear it all the time you're awake. It's sort of a shield. We consider it an honor to have it for your 14/1. Course then you may have to decide about it after that. " "Oh. I didn't realize it was so important. But it's a mistake the school made. Tom and I..." "That's fine," Jack said. "You two look happy," Melinda said. "Not many couples come to Jones as beddies already." "Thanks, Melinda. I'll remember that." "We're next door. Uh, make sure your lights are out when they come by for bed check and you're in your room unless the DC's know you're gone and where. Then..." The two smiled, waved, and left. The two looked at each other and finished making their bed. "No eight year old bouncing in here," Tom said. "She only did it once, Tom. And we were only kissing!" "Yeah." The PA system broke into, of all things, a bugle call. "Dormies. You vets know, but you Newbies, that's mess call - or caf call. Doors open for dinner in five minutes. No pushing or shoving. Lobster and filet mignon for the main course." The two looked at each other. "Right," they both said as they headed for the cafeteria. They looked at each other, seated across the table. It was not lobster and filet mignon, but a very good meat loaf, mashed potatoes, young peas, salad, rolls, and peach cobbler with milk and tea. No new student complained, but a senior with seven years at Jones, said, "Well, it's not road kill skunk and possum," to which Coach JJ said, "We could have road kill Hector," as she went to a faculty table. The ones at Jones before laughed. After dinner, Tom and Maggie went back to their room. Both yawned, but trooped down to the Head as some navy person named the common shower/commode/wash basin years earlier. There they showered, side by side under separate heads, dried off, brushed teeth, and went to their room to wait for lights out. The PA called, "lights out in five minutes," as they slipped into their new bed with the overhead off, so only the bedside light still on. They looked at each other,nestled together. "Our new bed," Maggie said. "Yes. We can't tell our folks we prefer this one." "We have to find out." Then the PA called, "Lights out. Room check coming." The two listened, hands holding for the counselors worked their way up the 11/12 hall. Then came a rap on the door. "We're here, 118," Tom said, raising his face from nuzzling Maggie's neck. "Yep," she said as she lifted her head to kiss him. That didn't end with a simple good night. Both knew that the pushed together bed had to be christened. It was. Breakfast call came over the PA. Their love making in a new place kept them from being first in line. Jack and Melinda got into line right behind them. "Well, good morning your lovers," Jack said in a low voice. "Huh?" Tom said. Melinda laughed. "The walls are thin and the bed springs creak," she said. "It's best to keep it gentle at night. If you want to get real active, sign up for a PR or have fun in the afternoon when it's noisy in the dorm." "Oh. Sorry. We didn't know," Mollie said, blushing. "Believe me, you aren't the first to not realize that. " Jack and Melinda exchanged glances. "Our first time after lights out, we were almost attacked the next morning by the kids on both sides of our room. And I was sixteen and Melinda had her sixteenth the next week." "That's funny," Tom said. "We'll try to be more quiet." He squeezed Maggie's hand.

Max and Amy

Max sat on his bed, glad to be alone, yet sad. His room mate, Amy, was gone, to the library she had briefly said. Briefly. Yes. They'd been room mates for some three weeks now and in those three weeks they'd probably exchanged maybe fifty words. She seemed to avoid him. And, he had to realize, he avoided her. There she was, a beautiful white girl, long blond hair, blue eyes, red lips. She stood a good two inches taller than he was, with nicely sized, very becoming breasts for a twelve year old. Her nipples and areola were small and medium brown and her vagina was not the simple slit of his eight year old sister, but with lips like Mom or Maggie. He, on the other hand had a three inch long penis when it was erect. It seemed to get hard every time Amy entered the room, despite all his thoughts to keep it soft. But then it might only be an inch and hard to see. Not only that, but he looked skinny. To top it off, he inherited a skin that was only slightly darker than a good tan, this from his white mother - well, mostly white mother. Both his older brother and his younger sister were darker than he looked, so he looked like a mongrel. He knew Amy had lived in North Dakota all her life. So she probably had the notions that black boys were out to rape white girls or something like that. As if he could! Well, forget about her. He opened his lap top, turned it on, then opened up "Jones Lab School." From there he went to "Student Activities," to find "The Locker Club." This he entered. Under "Providers" he found a list by grade. Well, he sure wasn't going to get laughed at by some ninth grade girl with 36 C boobs! He knew that the minimum grade for a boy provider was eighth, but there were two girls in seventh, one was "A+," the other a plain "S." Hard to believe that obviously prudish Amy would be A+, but she surely wouldn't be S. So, why not see? He clicked on S and got, "You must register as a RECIPIENT first." So he registered as "LBG," or "Lonely brown guy" to be shifted back to S. She was available tomorrow any time from 1530 to 1800 and preferred PR 4, which was available. He hit "agree, 1530 - 1600. Then came "at present, oral or manual only, V status intact." He selected "oral" to then see "Hit return for confirmation or declination. Expect a delay." He hit return. He looked at his screen, then decided to shut it down and go out on the Green for a walk, when he got, "Query accepted. PR4, tomorrow, 1530-1600, oral only. Remember provider is under 14/1 with V status. You are responsible for any infraction," Wow, he thought, then looked down to see his cock hard, looking like it strained to get longer. Just then Amy walked in. He rapidly closed down his computer, then turned to her. Her face seemed flushed and her nipples erect. "Oh, hello, Max. I thought you'd be out somewhere." "No. I'm just finishing up some stuff," he said and turned around to his desk to take out a text book. The rest of the afternoon and evening got spent in mutual silence for both of them, though they talked with friends at dinner. Just by custom, most room mates showered at the same time. By this time in the school year even ones who were still room mates and not yet roomies were backies - that is they scrubbed each other's back. Some got closer, even showering under one nozzle which often led to some mild hanky panky, especially at the far end with the half walls of the last four stalls. Not Amy and Max. Amy always got her shower stuff together to walk to the head alone. When she returned, towel wrapped around her body, Max would go down and shower alone, He noticed he often got strange looks as he stood silent while all around him was happy banter. He wondered if the same happened when Amy showered. So the day ended with Amy leaving to shower and then Max going down when she returned with her towel wrapped around her while other girls had her towel draped over a shoulder. The next day for Max was a whirl or dream, each minute seeming at least five. They day just dragged on until his last class dismissed at 1515. He hurried back to his shared room, put his stuff away, removed his waist pocket to put in his dresser, then left to get to PR4 in time. As he stepped into the hall he saw Amy coming towards their room, walking fast. "Oh, hi, Max. Going out?" "Yeah. I'll see you later." "Okay. I am, too," as she went into the room. Max walked quickly to PR4, saw the empty, reserved" sign about the handle and walked in to sit down on the one wide couch in the room. Lights were dim, the walls pastel, the furnishings plain but comfortable with a sink in a far corner with towels and such. Just at 1515 the door opened and in walked Amy. Both looked at each other; he knew he was shocked and Amy sure looked like it. "'S,'" he stammered. "Susan is my middle name. LBG?" she responded. "Lonely Brown Boy," he replied. "Uh, I guess if you want to cancel..." "No, Max. I made a deal. I'll go through with it. But maybe we can talk a bit, okay?" "Uh, sure. Let's sit down and stop staring at each other. " They did, side by side, but a good foot apart. "Uh, I just thought because you're white and all, and I'm dark, you just didn't like me because of that." Amy laughed. The first time he'd heard her laugh. "Oh, no! Max, I was thrilled when I saw on my room mate slip that you were listed as African American.' "Really? Why?" "Okay, big confession. Last year, when I was eleven I happened to stumble upon the way to get around the parental block on my computer. Then I discovered that my father watched porn. Not only porn but what's called- uh, do you know anything about porn?" "Not really. Not videos. I mean I've seen a few magazines, but that's it. " "Okay. There's some stuff called BBC'." That's short for big black cock.' They always feature black guys and white girls. They seem to come in two plots. One is a well dressed black guy, normally in coat and tie, and a white teen girl, often made to look younger. She's often the step daughter in an interracial marriage, or a teacher, or the boss,or something like that. She seduces him. She's always amazed by the sound of his pe...cock." "Wow. So they have sex?" "Oh, yeah. Do they! The other plot is the guys from the hood. Sometimes just one, but often two or more. They have chains and either their shirts are open or they're bare chested, showing off their muscles and everything. Anyway, they overwhelm her, almost like they rape her. Even two or three at the same time." "Two or three at the same time? How"" "Uh, she sucks one, the other two are in her butt and her pussy. She goes from being terrified to loving it. Most of these end with either one or more shooting off in her face and body or cum seeping out of butt or pussy. " "Wow. So you saw me and figured I'm neither?" "Uh," as she lowered her eyes, "Yeah. I'm sorry. I was just so prepared to be ravished and love it and then I find myself towering over you and knowing that would just put you off, you know?" Max slid a bit closer and took her hand. "So, I'm sorry. Look, this weekend I'll get Tom to take us to the Mall and I'll buy a chain. How about that?" Amy laughed. "Nice, idea." She looked over at his lap. "Max, I don't think I've ever seen your cock so big. Just sit there," she said as she stood up, faced him and squatted so her head was level with his straining cock. "You're probably going to be fast," she said, then licked his cock head. Max moaned when Amy's lips actually closed over his prick as she began to slide down its length. On the third slide down to his groin he felt the twitch he felt when he beat off. "Amy. I'm..I'm gonna cum..soon." She flashed him with a "thumbs up" as she bobbed down again. His first blast shot into her mouth, Then another and another, He thought she swallowed at least one time. Finally he finished. She left his cock in her mouth for a bit then withdrew, "Oh, God, That was great. Just great. Thank you, thank you, Amy." She stood up, so he now looked directly at her magnificent jugs. "Glad you liked it," she said softly. "That wasn't very long. I can extend our time to 1630. You can get hard again. It will last longer." He nodded, almost dumfounded. She bent forward and gave him a hug, his light brown face buried in her cleavage. Then they looked at each other before he leaned forward and kissed her, tasting something different on her lips. She broke away to add a half hour to her time then went to sit down next to Max, this time bare hip against bare hip. "You've done this before?" he asked quietly. "Yes, Max. Only here. I signed up a week and a half ago. Since then I've had two clients. One's Jack, a ninth grader. Once here and once in his room on Saturday as his roomie spent the night with a townie friend. The other is a senior who apparently prefers younger girls. I'll say, he taught me a lot. "Do you think we can become roomies?" "Max, I hope so. If beddies, I think it must wait until after Christmas. But tonight, let's surprise everybody and become backies." They laughed at that. "But, Max, I'm going to stay a provider, but now I may limit it to just the two I've already serviced. I have to say I feel a bit sorry for the ninth grader - he needs some help, I think. And the senior the same way. And he can teach me a lot. " She reached over to grasp his cock. "You ready for another?" "Oh, God, yes, Amy." With that she swooped down on him like a hawk getting a meal for her young. He lasted longer, much longer even when she started to run her mouth down the bottom of his shaft, to his balls, taking them both into her mouth to suck on them, too. But he came, maybe not as much, but with as much pleasure or more. She smiled at him as she raised her face from his cock. He took her face in his hands to kiss her. This time his tongue probed her lips which opened to receive him. He tasted the same strange taste as he Frenched for the first time in his life. The kiss broke with his hand on a magnificent breast. "You taste funny, Amy." She laughed. "That's your cum," she said. He laughed back. "Black guys love cumming in a white girl's mouth." "White girls love swallowing a black guy's cum." "I am going to get a chain!" "Okay. Look, we have time for one more. Tomorrow, will you go down on me? Fair's fair." "I don't know how." "I meet the senior back here at 1700. I need to rinse my mouth before then. He said he'd go down on me. I can teach you tomorrow. You set us up for tomorrow, okay?" "Sure, Amy. Love to. Look. I'm hard again." "Wonderful." It was. After that they returned to their room together where Amy first brushed her teeth and then gargled. She kissed him. "Can you taste it?" "No. Just you." "Good. Wait for me for supper. We do sometimes eat together." "Yeah. Remember, you need to teach me tomorrow." "I will," and she was gone. He sat down at his computer to make arrangements for the next day. He made several mistakes; his thoughts went to his sweet Amy, her mouth around his cock. He managed to get the arrangements for tomorrow in the same PR, for 1530 to 1630. Then he did a search for "making out" and "foreplay," terms he'd heard Tom use with his friends. Wow, he thought as he read through the web sites. Just wow," he said out loud, Just before it was time for dinner, Amy came in. She closed the door behind her as he stood up and reached for her. "Wait, Max. Let me rinse first." He stood back as she went to the sink, gargled, rinsed, gargled again, and rinsed. Then she turned and held her arms out to him. They kissed, which got broken by the meal call. They walked out of their room. Max reached for her hand. "Not here, Max. What would they say?" "You're right" he responded so they walked to the caf side by side, stood in line mostly silently, then took their tray to a table and sat down next to each other." Looking around, Max could see members of 7/8 doing the nudge, point routine, but he and Amy ate mostly quietly and talked mostly to the students around them, not to each other. After supper, in the period before study hall, which was all in the room before the first grades came out, they shut the door before hugging. Then they sat next to each other as Amy detailed her meeting with the senior to include what Max should do for her tomorrow. Study hall came so both worked on their lessons. One teacher stopped by briefly, then left satisfied. Break came so Max walked down to the common room to get a couple of cold drinks, which again got a couple of strange looks. "Look, Amy and I think we should try to get along. So far it's working. No, we're not about to become beddies, just trying to be civil. Okay?" Then he walked out. At last study hall ended, so the two went to the head for a shower. The first time they had showered at the same time. They didn't share a shower head, but showered side by side, each carefully soaping the other's shoulders - but nothing else. Amy walked back to their room with her towel over her shoulder, not wrapped around her magnificent body. As lights out approached, each got their bed ready, but after bed check, Max got in bed with Amy. On their sides there was plenty of room to clumsily begin to make out as Max played with her breasts and nipples before sliding his hand between her legs, which she opened for him. She began to breath hard as she got out of the covers to kneel on the bed to once more take his cock to her mouth and suck him to cumming. Then she lay back down and they kissed again. "Max, I've now given a blow job eight times. Four of them have been to you. They are the ones I treasure the most. Tomorrow morning, you'll have your fifth. From then on you will always be in the lead." He laughed. "I already am. You've given me four. The senior only has three." He kissed her. "I'm going to get into my bed and dream of being the beddie of a blue eyed blond girl with beautiful boobs who will sleep with me all night and wake up to kiss me," "And I'm going to dream of a boy who will soon become a Zulu warrior to tower over me. I saw your brother today. You will be that tall, Max. And you will have a seven inch cock which I will worship." They kissed again before Max returned to his lonely bed. No more would he make the mistake he made in the beginning and felt sure she would not either.

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 vagina, 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.

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