Bisexual High School: Tales of Jones Lab School #7: Fish and Sissy 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.
Fish and Sissy by
Larry Marion
Mason Fish Adams walked from the small student store back towards the room he shared with his beddie, Sissy Alexander Wilson. In a small shopping bag was a small box of chocolates and the anniversary card he'd done on a library computer, far from her watchful eyes.
Life was great. He would call his mom after getting back to their room and tell her about the two test grades he'd received, in College Algebra and physics. That would be, of course after he'd given her the card and the candy. Thanksgiving weekend at home with her was fabulous - and there was the fact that he had permission to spend part of Christmas with her and her family. Now, they'd wear clothes there, but, wonder of wonders, she had carefully explained how things were at Jones Lab School and, after they had talked to her guidance counselor , agreed that Fish was allowed to sleep with her at her home, since they were already sleeping together at home and at Fish's home. In fact, Sissy's folks had even spoken with his mom and dad. Perhaps talking to both a university professor and a U.S. Congresswoman might have had something to do with it.
He approached their door whistling. He suddenly stopped cold. From their room came the sound of a girl sobbing, sobbing her eyes out, her sparkling blue eyes. Whining like a dog with the tail caught in a door. He dashed for the door, opened it, and say Sissy sitting on their bed, holding in her ams a girl with long brown hair caught up in a pony tail. Sissy sat patting the girl's shoulders, which quaked with the force of her sobs.
"Sissy! Is that Caroline? What's wrong? Did somebody die?"
"Fish. Glad you're here. Caroline, please. Stop crying for a bit. That's not going to help. Really. Let me talk to Fish. Please. Here, wipe your eyes, your face. Blow your nose. It's going to be okay." The other girl's sobs faded away, though for the next few minutes one or two would escape Caroline from time to time.
"Fish, dear. I saw Caroline ten minutes ago in the hall, crying like you must have heard her. I managed to get out of her that Jake Coles had noticed her, got her interested, got her in a PR, got her back to a PR twice more and then after classes today told her he was busy now - and he was with Abby Butler when he told her that. She watched the two walk away towards a PR.
"Dear, does this sound familiar?"
"Oh, damn, Sissy. Yes. Let's see, Abby is a freshman. Jake a junior. So he hasn't broken any rules. But - Abby had a V on the last I saw her."
"You can bet anything it won't be on her the next time you see her."
"You're probably right, Sissy. " He sat down next Caroline, so the freshman had Sissy on one side of her and Fish on the other. "Look, Caroline, you know which PR they were headed for?"
"Uh. Seven. He likes that one. He,,,he always took me there.." The sobs began again for a few moments. Fish noticed that Caroline no longer had on her cherished V.
"I'm sure I'm going to be late, but I'll walk down to Seven and wait for them."
""Don't forget your white hat and your silver bullets."
"Thanks, faithful female companion," Fish replied with a wan smile. He put the small bag down on their bed. "Now wait until I get back to look in the bag."
The last he heard Sissy say was, "Here, Caroline. Have a drink of water. It's cold. We keep a few in the fake window box."
Fish got to the door of Seven to see the door still displayed the "occupied" sign. He looked for a chair - none, but then the door opened. Abby walked out, her face red and her lips set. Her V still rested on her rather charming breasts.
"But Abby..."
"Look, I told you. I'm just not ready. Sure we've done some other stuff. But I'm just not ready. Okay? Now get lost. You want a quick screw, I guess. Not me. That blow job? That's it, jerk." With that she broke into a run in the direction of the dorms.
"Jake. I want to talk to you."
"Fish. Look. I'm not in the mood."
"Jake, there's a sobbing girl down in Sissy's and my room. I think we may have to change the sheets because they will be so wet from Caroline's tears. I guess you still have time on the clock. Let's go talk."
"Suppose I don't want to. You just aren't as big as your mouth."
"Now Jake, does `Mom Paige' mean anything to you?"
"Yeah. She was 7/8 counselor for years. Her and her husband. Why?"
"Well, I just called Mom Paige' - Mom' and her husband "Dad.""
"So? "
"I also called her Sensei' though I probably should have called her Seonsaeng,' since tae kwon do is Korean, not Japanese, but more people understand `sensei.' I'm only a third degree black belt, but I'm bigger and stronger than Mom. I bet I can match her toss of that line backer way back when. "
"Naw."
"The floor is softer in Seven than in the hall. Now, go in." With that Fish assumed the guard position. Jake looked at him, turned and re-entered PR7, Fish following.
"Jake, look," Fish said when they were both inside, the door shut and locked. "Last year I did what you are starting - getting a girl for one reason - getting my dick in her pussy, and virgins were the best quarry. Well, the beginning of this year I got taught a lesson. Word had spread and I got no' so often I didn't know yes' existed any longer.
"Then Mom, Dad, and the school staff got me straightened out. And my roomie, Sissy, who was really my room mate, really stood by me when I was really upset. She pulled me up. We became roomies and now beddies. I think we're in love. I have no desire for another girl. Period.
"I'm here with you because Sissy found Caroline crying her eyes out when you jilted her while holding hands with Abby. Obviously Abby saw through you. That's going to spread. I'm going to tell guys that you were on a cunt hunt and Sissy'll do the same thing."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me. Like I said, I'm reformed. We're the worst kind." He grinned. "But. You come with me right now. We go to Sissy and my room. I'm sure Caroline will still be there. You are going to tell Caroline that you're a complete jerk. You will beg her forgiveness - on your knees would be good - you will promise never to bother her again unless she starts anything first.
"You don't and things will get rough. Do I have to split a broom with my hand to prove it? That will piss Sissy off, and not at me."
Jake looked at Fish, who kept his eyes locked on Jake. "Okay. I will. You look fucking serious,"
"I am. Let's go." Fish followed Jake while passing students' eyes followed the pair.
Fish heard one voice say "That's serious." They entered Sissy and Fish's room. Sissy sat at her desk while Caroline sat on the bed with her roomie, Ben next to her. They were only roomies, but he held her hand until he obviously saw Fish and Jake walk in and jumped up, fists clenched.
"You.."
"Calm down, Ben. Jake has something to say. Wait until he has his say," Fish said. "Jake?" The last really didn't sound like a question.
"Umm. Caroline. I guess I acted like a jerk. I'm really sorry. I wasn't thinking. I apologize. If I can make it up to you, I will. "
"You,,,you used me.."
"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I guess I was. Again, I'm sorry."
"Well, they say to forgive. So , I accept. But I really don't want to be around you for a long time. " She turned away from Jake. "Sissy. Fish. Ben. Thanks to all of you. I'm sorry I made such a scene. Ben, let's go to our room, okay?"
"Yeah. Anything of yours here?"
"Nope. Thanks, Sissy." With that she threw her arms around Sissy and kissed her cheek. "Fish. Heroes come in strange packages." She did the same, but on the lips." She turned to Ben. "And thanks, room mate. Maybe we're becoming roomies."
"Maybe we are." Ben reached out his hand to Caroline who took it just as the PA broadcast the dinner call.
Dinner went, and discussion centered on Jake, Caroline, Abby, Sissy and Fish. Jake got snubbed by many. Fish received some pats, sone high, some low. Caroline and Abby both got surrounded by girls of all classes. But with dinner over, study period on, and finally prep for lights out about to come, Sissy and Fish sat on their bed. Fish picked up the paper bag and handed it to Sissy. "I almost wonder if I can say happy anniversary. It's been two months, Sissy."
"Silly boy. That would be monthiversary, wouldn't it?" She kissed him, then reached into the bag, pulling out the card first. She looked at it, read it, then kissed it. "Oh, Fish! You are wonderful. Oh, I'm so glad I said I'd room with you. Oh, Sweetie!" She kissed him, hard. "Something special after bed check," she said with a grin. Then she pulled out the box and opened it. "Thank you, Fish. Thank you."
Fish almost felt embarrassed.
They lay next to each other as the counselor did bed check, then she turned to him. "I'm going to give you my monthiversary present. ME! How do you want me? I'm afraid the present is already unwrapped." He reached out for her boob.
"This to start. I always forget to tell you how wonderful your boobs are. You know, I really don't notice them most of the time, though they are some the nicest in Jones. But here, now, in our bed, with the lights out. Oh, Sissy." He began to suck and kiss, breast and nipple.
She in turned rubbed his small nipples as she turned him on his back, drew back the covers and mounted him. "This is your first reward, my beddie. How many can you take?"
"I don't know. Let's see."
It was nearly midnight when they finally cuddled and went to sleep. They almost overslept the next morning,
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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