Bisexual High School: Tales of Jones Lab School #6: Five Beginning Romances
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.
Five Beginning Romances
by
Larry Marion
Ich liebe Gretchen / I love Tommy
Gretchen and Tommy smiled at each other as they stood in their new room. Despite having to move to an 11th grade room in the old 11/12 dorm, senior Tommy was very happy to now have 11th grade Gretchen as his roomie, maybe his beddie. Despite having had sex with her during the rainy Saturday orgy and having spent the next day together he still didn't know enough about her to suggest pushing their beds together, even though they did have sex again.
Fortunately, junior Gretchen's former roomie was a star athlete and Tommy's was a cheerleader. None had a problem with the switch. The two new roomies held hands and looked at each other, their sparse possessions still on the two beds. "Ich kann nicht diese verstehen. Es ist wunderbar." Tommy said.
"Tommy. Bitte. Sprichts du nicht Deutsche. Englishe bitte. Help me with English. I'll help you with German. Nicht wahr? Okay?"
"Gretchen. Of course. Okay. Let's get our stuff put away. By the way, I haven't told you how wonderful you look and sound. And I've passed you every day."
She laughed. "And the same. Tommy, One girl with bare breasts is something else. Two hundred - who can see? I see the same with boys. Their thing just jiggles. Then I see just you."
Tommy laughed too. "Tommy. Perhaps too soon to ask. Maybe I'm forward. Our beds are again the walls. Would we together them push?"
Tommy laughed again. "Ah, Gretchen. You are excited. Ich verstehe. In English, `would we push them together.' Ja. Bitte. Mit ein einander schlaffen. I do want to sleep with you. Maybe sex, yes. But be comfortable with one another,"
"Yes, Tommy. Sleep together. Sex. You and me. Love. Yes."
They looked at each other, the pig tailed blond and the black haired crew cut, kissed and began to stow their belongings. They would soon have to get their winter clothes out as the rainy day yesterday when they really met was a forecast of what was to come. But now, what clothes they had were for when they went to town, maybe to the mall, maybe to a friend, maybe even to church. But they also had a few books, some school CDs, notebooks, pens, Gretchen's allergy medicine, some pictures - that sort of thing that a seventeen year old and a sixteen year old would bring to boarding school.
That done, they looked at each other, nodded, then each pulled their bed away from the wall so they could then push the two together. Until next weekend they would have to exist without the connector. They might even go to Target and get a queen sized top sheet and blanket. But for right now, they would have some private, personal minutes after lights out.
The bell rang for dinner. They looked up. They really were finished. Quickly they washed their hands in the sink and headed for the dining hall. Lunch had three servings because of all the townies, most of whom ate only lunch. Breakfast had two, as some of the townies paid for that meal rather than eat at home. Dinner was one serving. But in all cases, elementary had one dining room and middle and high their own.
By and large kids ate with classmates. There were exceptions. For the first time, really, Gretchen and Tommy sought seats at one of the unofficial mixed beddies tables. As they sat down space got made for them. "Hey, Tommy. Welcome. Gretchen, right?" said another senior with a sophomore roomie.
"Gretchen. Gut," said Ursula, another junior with a senior beddie.
"Happy to be here. Tommy - great guy," Gretchen said.
"Yeah. Be happy," came from several of the diners digging into the beef stew. Around them came the chatter of teens and older tweens. They looked at each other and smiled.
Dinner over they returned to their room to get ready for the next day. They talked a bit, some of it actual school work questions. Tommy quickly learned that Gretchen was fantastic with math while he did a lot to help her with poetic English their first night together. Study over, Tommy grabbed his towel, wash ball, and soap. "You want to take a shower with me, Gretchen? It shouldn't be crowded quite yet. "
"Tommy, I always get up early in the morning and shower then. It's quiet." Tommy put his shower things back in their place.
"I'll wait for morning then. I want to shower with you, if that's okay."
"I'd like that, Tommy. You know, we may get a bit sweaty tonight. A nice shower in the morning cleans the body and the mind."
"I was afraid you'd say we'd already done it enough. You know, this may be the first time we will actually make love and not just have sex."
"I thought the same thing, Tommy." She went over and leaned against him in his chair, reached down and stroked his flaccid cock, bringing it to attention at once. "It's cute," she said softly.
He turned and kissed the breast closest to him. "You're beautiful."
"Lights out in five minutes," came from the PA.
"Good," he said. She stood up as he rose. She turned off the overhead, then, surprising Tommy, knelt down at the bed and obviously said a short prayer, then stood up. "I hope my praying doesn't bother you," she said.
"No. Add me to your prayer, please."
"I already have," she said as the two slid under the covers and turned off their bedside lamps. In the darkness they reached for each other and began to kiss.
"For the second time, okay in there?" they heard.
"Yes. Sorry. Gretchen and Tommy. Here."
"Okay."
"Oops," Tommy said as they returned to kissing, now with hands which began to roam. Tommy quickly found her clit, playing with it gently until she began to moan softly.
"Tommy. I want you. Please," she moaned as he slid between her legs which she raised, giving him more room. Gently he entered her. "Ah," she sighed.
"Oh, Gretchen," he said, his voice choked as he began to move and she began to follow. "Please let me not cum fast."
`If you do, there is time for a second," she said. Her hips began to pump faster.
"Oh, God, Gretchen. I'm,...CUMMING" as he did, grasping her hard as he shot into her. They rested arms around each other until he grew hard again and they made love a second time, this time taking longer for him and shorter for her to cum. Then, warm, a bit flushed, though neither could see the color of the other's cheeks, they fell asleep.
Tommy woke to Gretchen's sitting up in bed just as dawn broke. He looked up at her. "You're awake," he said, softly, reaching for her hand. She guided his to her breast and he moved it so he could clearly see the nipple, dark, sticking out of the surrounding areola which was much paler.
"I'm awake. Good morning, Liebschen," she said and kissed him.
"Good morning, Sweetie. Shower?"
"Shower," she said as she rose out of their bed to grab both her towel and his. Quickly they got their stuff and headed for the shower room to find it empty. "We are alone, Tommy," she whispered, as though she didn't want to disturb the peace in the room. Tommy took her hand and led her to the far end, with it's half wall, for some reason. They quickly turned on two showers, adjust the water and stood under the spray, then hugged, kissed, and roamed. Tommy made no pretense of soaping her bottom, but slid his wet hand between her legs to find her slit and her clit. She was soon moaning. Her hand found his cock. "So hard," she moaned. He bent his knees so his cock was at the level of her pussy. She eased herself on it, holding onto his shoulders with both hands as he moved them so her back rested on the wall. They began to franticly pump.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. I feel like your cock is going to come out my mouth. Oh, Tommy."
"Gretchen. Gretchen. So. So. YES!!"
"ME TOO. YESSSS!!" She clung to him tightly as they came. Finally he bent down again and she slid off his cock, then down to her knees to kiss the prick back to hardness.
"I think I hear voices, Gretchen," he said. She removed her mouth.
"Should I stop?"
"If we don't want an audience, I think maybe." With that she stood up. As she did three guys and two girls came in, all talking quietly as to not waken the late sleepers. Tommy and Gretchen saw the new comers and waved. The five waved back. The two finished the shower, turned off the water, and dried off, then headed for their room, hand in hand.
"Nice shower?" Susie asked.
"A great one," Gretchen replied.
Back in the room, the door closed as much as possible, Gretchen sat on the bed, pulled Tommy to her and resumed what she started in the shower. Tommy came quickly. "We have school today," he said after raising her up and kissing her.
"We do. But there is later for us."
" Many laters," Tommy said. They made breakfast on time.
Frank and Beverley, Sophomores
"You two know we just can't let boarding students swap rooms like you change your socks - woops, that's really not a good analogy since most of you don't wear socks," Ms. Mavis, the student affairs AP said to Frank and Beverley, sitting side by side in front of her desk. "You two met last year. No sign of interest. So what happened?"
"Uh, Ms. Mavis, we just hadn't noticed each other until we both were at a small party last Saturday when it rained all day. We just sorta hit it off," Frank said.
"That's right, Ms. Mavis. It was just sort of saw the light come on. Since then we've done a lot of talking to each other. We think we're a mesh. Yes. I know we don't look similar. And we don't have similar backgrounds. But like they say in science, opposites attract. I'm attracted to Frank and he's attracted to me."
"It just seems odd. Both of you stand out in a crowd, now don't you? Both of you are third year sophomores. I looked at your scholastic history. You shared at least some classes all three years. You lived in the same dorms."
"But, Ms. Mavis, as they told us in beginning, one of the reasons for being undressed is that soon seeing naked people becomes boring," Frank said.
"Umm, kids. I think both of you realize that you both stand out."
"Maybe I can say this, Ms. Mavis, you mean because Frank is quite dark and is quite tall? While I'm quite pale and rather short?"
"Or is it because my penis is rather large and Bev's breasts are also large?" Frank said quietly.
"Or is it because of all of these facts?" Ms. Mavis said gently. "Yes, Frank, you sure look like your father. And Beverley, you could be the envy of a Hollywood star. I can see you being attracted to each other. I just don't understand this sudden attraction."
"Maybe we don't either, Ms. Mavis. Look, both our roomies said they really didn't want to swap at first. But then we all talked together. Neither of us has a beddie and both have roomed with our roomie last year. They both agree that we should room together - that we will probably become beddies at once we switch. And they like each other," Beverley said.
"Okay, Brian and Lacey are outside. One of you ask them in. Never mind two more chairs. This will be but a minute," Ms. Mavis said.
Frank sprang up at once, opened the door and said, "Hey, guys, come in." The two sophomores waiting outside followed Frank in.
"I'm not offering you two a chair as this is but a minute. Brian. Is this switch okay with you?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Lacey, with you?"
"Yes ma'am. Brian and I talked it over. We'll be fine together. We're already friends."
"Okay. You four have an hour to swap. Quietly." Frank and Beverley clasped hands, Frank fighting back the urge to hug her in the AP's office.
"Thanks, Ms. Mavis. You can come inspect in an hour if you want," Beverley said.
"I think I will. Clocks ticking. Go, kids." The four rushed out of the room.
The four made it with five minutes to spare - that is, all personal items removed, rooms swapped, items put away in their proper spot, and everything straight. Frank sat at his desk, placing family pictures when he heard a knock and Ms. Mavis walked in. She looked around. "Nicely done, Beverley, Frank. Keep it up."
"Thanks again, Ms. Mavis," Beverley said. "We're going to make ya'll proud."
"I'm sure you will. Good luck." She turned and left. Frank looked at Beverley's desk to see a picture of a dog, a rather large dog, a middle aged motherly looking lady, and then Beverley with a girl, obviously a younger sister. No father picture did he see.
The day sped on for the two of them, dinner, study time, a bit of recreation time, then ready for bed.
"When do you shower, Bev? "
Well, I did at night. But, ya'll know what? I may change to morning, ya'll know? "
You think something may happen after lights out?"
She took his hand, then gave him a quick kiss. "I hope so."
Frank smiled. "So do I. Those pictures, your family? "
"Yes. I think I'll tell you something about them after we turn the lights out."
"Oh. A ghost story?"
"You might say that. What about your family? Sure a lot of women and kids. You aren't Muslim are you? I mean that's fine, but.." Frank laughed. "Not Muslim. In truth, we have a combination of Christian and our old tribal religion. But, hold onto your hat. I call Dad, Dad, of course. And there's Mom Cindy, Mom Simone, and Mom Monique. Dad's legally married to Mom Cindy. Mom Simone and Mom Monique used to be his concubines, but years ago now they were released and he married them in Cameroon where the government looks the other way. It helps that he's a government minister, "
He cleared his throat. "I shouldn't probably tell you this, but I think I should tell you the other family secret. But please, please, never tell anybody, okay."
"Wow." She laughed and said, "Just joking - you don't eat people do you?"
Frank laughed. "Not in the last two hundred years. But you've heard about Mom Paige, right?"
"Who hasn't at Jones. Why?"
"Mom Paige was Dad's head concubine. Mom Simone was number two, Mom Monique number three and Mom Cindy, number four."
Beverley grabbed a small note book and began to fan herself. She smiled " "Ah do declare. I think ya'll's given me the vapors!" She laughed. "Whatever the vapors are! Well, Frank. I do have something to tell you after lights out." She scratched her head. "So was Mom Paige also a wife of your dad's?"
"No. But I can't say anything more about that now."
Later they got themselves ready for bed, at least brushing their teeth. Lights went out, bed check came by and Beverley snuggled up to Frank. "I probably should have said something about me first. Kiss me, Frank." He did, long, hard, and damp. Their hands roamed. He was aware that he had never touched breasts like she had before.
"Okay, do you want the story now, or do we want to have sex first? I'll blow ya'll or I'll take ya'll up my butt again. I don't think doing a titty fuck in bed is a good idea."
"What's wrong with just the regular way? "
"Uh. I'm a bit scared Frank. You see, I'm really a virgin. When we do it regular the first time, I'll be giving you my virginity. " She choked back a sob. "My step dad started screwing me in the butt when I was ten. He wanted to keep my virginity so he wouldn't be suspected. So he'd do it in my butt, or make me suck him, or when my boobs got large enough, titty fuck me. I finally went to Mom when I was twelve. He's in prison now, will be until I'm like thirty.
"But the school insists I'm not a virgin. So I continue to do the other stuff. Can ya'll be slow and gentle, Frank?"
He kissed her again. "That's awful, Bev. I'd like to get him to Cameroon. In the old days a guy like him would be staked out over an ant hill. Bev, I won't mention your butt or your boobs ever again."
"No. Please do. Cleanse me. That's what I've been trying to do. Now, Frank, my beddie. My first beddie. I hope my only beddie. Can we do it Mason style? We'd have to take the covers off."
"Are you ready, Bev?"
"Please." Frank gently pulled the covers off both of them and lay down on his back. Bev sat up and then straddled him, grasping his hard cock. "God, it's so big," she sighed. She shifted herself, found her entrance Frank thought, then he felt himself begin to enter her pussy, her vagina. "Uh," she grunted. "Here goes," as she pushed herself downwards. "OHH!"
"You okay?"
"Yes. Fine now." She began to rock and pump. "It's okay. It's ..it's nice. nice. Ya'll can wiggle, Frank." In the darkness Frank wiggled and gave out a moan himself.
"Oh, Bev. Oh, Bev. So good."
"So very good, Frank. So very, very good, ya'll." They didn't cum together. But they were close. Then she tumbled off Frank and pulled him away to her. He adjusted the covers, they kissed and fell asleep.
The next morning early, while Frank and Bev showered, being careful to get rid of the blood stains on both of them, Ms. Mavis came by to see if things were going to work out. She quietly opened their door to see the empty bed, the covers back on one side and a reddish brown stain on the bottom sheet. "My God," she whispered. "She was a virgin. That sonofabitch of a father. I don't know what kind of an evil death I'd like to give the bastard!" She coughed. "Poor kid. I hope Frank is good to her. I know he has wonderful genes." She turned away and made her way out of Dorm 1 : 9/10. "If only Jenna were still the counselor here."
Bob and Jerry and Athena and Franny
Classes came to an end for ninth grader Bob who hurried to his room to put his books and flash drive down to lie down on his bed on his side of the room he shared with Athena. She came bouncing into the room seconds later, put her stuff down and said as she left the room," Be at Franny's. Later," and she was gone. Bob shrugged. He yawned and then the door opened again as his best friend Jerry walked in.
"Bob. I need to talk with you. Honest. Look, I don't want Athena or Franny barging in with all their stuff. I nailed a small PR. Come talk with me?"
"Sure, Jerry." As too often happened, Jerry's presence seemed to affect the now almost six inch cock of his friend. It was semi-hard, which happened. He got up and the two boys, Bob blond, Jerry brown headed, one five four, the other five six, walked down to the PR that Jerry'd reserved.
They walked in and Jerry turned the outer sign to "occupied" and locked it. The two went and sat on the single couch in the small PR.
"Bob. What would you think of changing rooms and rooming together?"
"Uh, cause I'm a guy and you're a guy. The only same sex roomies are all gay."
"Yeah. Well, yesterday I came back to my room early. Athena lay on her bed and Franny was between her legs, eating her out. I swear. Athena shook back and forth, raised her hips, moaning and groaning. I just backed out and closed the door."
"So Franny's an okay roomie. She's okay. I mean I like you, Jerry."
"So we could say we'd let them do their own thing."
"Uh, Jerry. Like I said, I like you a lot. But.."
"Bob," Jerry said softly. "Why is your dick hard? Why is it leaking?"
"Oh, shit!"
"Bob. I have to tell you. I figured out a week or so ago. I'm at least bi. I may be gay. I've been watching you. I think you are too. Really."
"Why would you think that, Jerry?"
"Damn, Bob. Your dick is hard. Look at it. I've never sucked a dick before in my life. I'd like to suck yours now." Jerry got off the couch, turned to Bob. "Want me to get on my knees and try?"
Bob threw his head back, closed his eyes. "Yes, Jerry. I'll warn you."
"You don't need to." Jerry knelt down in front of Bob, scooted up to get between his legs, took the very hard almost six in cock in his hands, guided it to his lips. "Here goes," he said, and took his best friend's hard cock into his mouth.
"Oh, shit, Jerry, Bob moaned as his friend began to go back and forth, maybe not expertly, but more than Bob could take. "I'm fucking cumming, Jerry," and he did as though beating off every night wasn't enough. Finally he stopped. "Ah, shit," he said.
"Okay," Bob said. "Let me suck you." Three minutes later Jerry lay on his back, his dick in Bob's mouth as Bob went up and down.
"YESS!" Jerry crowed as he came.
The two looked at each other. "We have to talk to our girl roomies," Jerry said.
"Right now," Bob replied. Suddenly, not thinking, the two boys, the taste of the other's cum still in their mouths kissed. Not like a parent or an aunt, but like the person they'd want to lie with and love with. Both finished, dazed. Holding hands they headed for the I 9/10 dorm and Franny's room.
There they saw the room door almost closed, the curtain closed. They pushed the door open to see their roomies lying on Franny's bed, Athena on the bed, eyes shut, legs spread, Franny between them, her head moving as she obviously serviced Athena.
Jerry said, "Athena, I think we need to talk." Frany jerked upright.
"Oh, shit!"
"So much for correcting my language," Jerry said.
"It's, it's not what you think," Franny stammered.
"It's okay. Look, I'm closing the door as much as possible. Or we can go back to the PR I reserved. I think there's five minutes on it and it wasn't about to be renewed. We have a deal to propose."
The two girls struggled up. "Let's go to the PR. We can close the door there," Franny said. So they did.
The four went into the PR, more time authorized, then stood there, two boys looking at two girls, rather like maybe back in fifth grade, they all were looking for cooties.
"So what's your deal?" Athena asked.
"Tomorrow during free time we go to Ms. Mavis and ask for a room swap, me and Jerry and you and Franny. We just tell her we're gay. We want beddies, just like the other gays and .. the others.
"She can't say no."
`Don't know. Heard she bitched about the number so far over the two week window," Athena said.
"Look. Tell the truth. How often have you and Franny been having sex?" Jerry asked.
"Hmm. We're making love. How about you two?" Athena responded.
"Today was the first time. So you two?"
Maybe three - four times a week. Depends on what you two were doing," Franny said. She sighed. "Okay, let's do it. It's not like there aren' t openly les or gay couples here. We just come out. "
"We have to stay with our current roomie until we get a change, " Jerry said.
"Of course," the other three responded.
The next afternoon the four came to the Student Services office to ask to see Ms. Mavis about a room swap. The secretary rolled her eyes. "I'll tell her," she said and walked to the Student Housing office. A few minutes later she came back out. "Come in," she said. As they passed her she whispered, "Better make it good."
The four got nervous as they came into the small office and saw one chair in front of the desk. "Okay, kids, what's going on?" Ms. Mavis asked. They looked at each other, with a bit off poking and pointing. Finally Franny stepped forward.
"Ms. Mavis. Athena and I discovered we loved each other the end of last year. We've been having sex about twice a week or so ever since."
"Excuse me Franny. Let's get this straight. Were you and Athena having sex or making love. Big difference."
"Making love," Ms. Mavis, Franny said.
"Yes," Athena said. "Anyway, our roomies, Bob and Jerry discovered today that they are gay and in love. So. We'd like to just do a simple room swap, with me and Athena in one room and Bob and Jerry in the other. We're still friends and all. But, I know I'd like Athena to be my beddie now. I really don't want that with Bob, though I like him as a friend."
"I think Jerry and I feel the same way," Bob said.
"So. Three weeks ago we had a room swap. Everybody was okay with it. It seems to be working out. What will your parents think?"
The four looked at each other. "We don't know." Franny said. "We hope it will be okay with them. " The other three nodded their heads.
"Okay. Three weeks ago I gave two couples an hour to swap rooms. You do it in the same time and it's okay. Room ready. Okay?" The four nodded their heads. "Go!"
They went.
That night two girls cuddled up and kissed in their own room. At the same time their former room mates began to experiment on the other's cock. All four slept well that night -and the nights to come.
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.
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