OK, I couldn’t stop grinning. What a nut.
He grabbed my hand and turned to me, grinning, and said, "Base two? You really know how to hurt a guy."
I laughed, and said, "OK. Base six?"
"What would eleven be in base six?" he asked.
"Seven."
"OK, that’s just about right," he grinned. "I don’t think Lily was out there for that. You’ll have to tell her the base two crack. She’ll love it."
"Make it grow, make it grow, make it grow," I sang softly with an impish smile.
"Oh, you just wait. I’m looking at your naked tits. It’ll grow soon enough," he said with a leer.
I have to admit, that sent a shiver down my spine!
"Ed, I’m kind of amazed that you’ll take joking about that. I just blurted it out, and felt bad afterwards until you laughed. Most guys get all defensive about that."
"Hey, I’m average. I know it. But it works fine, and I don’t get many complaints with how I wield it, so who cares?"
Damn, I wanted him to wield it on me! Jesus Christ.
"Believe me, I know I’m average," he continued with a laugh. "I’ve seen Jared Wicklow naked."
"Oh my God, so did I on Tuesday," I giggled. "How did he ever make it through the program without poking someone’s eye out with that thing?"
Ed laughed. "I don’t know, but he did. The only thing he poked out was Amanda’s virginity."
"Wait a minute. I didn’t realize that. He was her first?"
"Yup."
"She must have had a worse first time than me," I said.
"Not at all. According to both of them, it was bordering on the verge of perfect."
"Wow. I would’ve thought he was just too big."
"As they both say, sometimes it just works," he laughed.
That’s when I realized something. I wanted him. Bad. I’d never looked at a guy with thoughts of wanting in my head, ever. Sometimes it just works. Or, at the very least, you get a glimmer of a hope that it might work. Wow, what a concept.
Anyhow, we were in the hall by then, and here came the first groper. Coming right at me, and down goes the hand. So, I took a breath, and relaxed.
Woooooooo!
Of course, it might have been just that I was thinking about how much I wanted Ed!
But, no, not completely. I just wasn’t blocking it out, is all. And here came another one. Yeeeee!
Ed, who was still holding my hand, saw what was going on-and grinned at me. Then he got pulled away to talk to Mike-something baseball-related-and I was on my own. With the parade of hands.
Before I knew it, I was up against a wall-something I let happen-with some guy’s finger up inside me, working away. I heard Ed. "Natalie? Are you all right?" I opened my eyes and he was standing behind the guy fingering me. "I’m just fine," I grinned.
"Hey Ed. Something wrong?" my groper asked.
"Just checking, Craig," he grinned. "She hasn’t adjusted to this too well this week."
"She’s adjusting well now," Craig laughed.
"Uh-huh!" I agreed.
"Good," Ed laughed. "Enjoy yourself. See you in accounting." And then he left.
"You and Ed partners, I take it?" the guy-Craig-asked me.
"Yes. And he’s my boyfriend as of yesterday." His got a worried look on his face. "Don’t worry about it," I laughed. "We both know how The Program works."
"OK," he smiled, and kept fingering me.
And then the damn bell rang!
This happened again between first and second period.
I got into accounting, and sat next to Ed. Clearly uncomfortable.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"I’m horny!" I whispered. "Me! Horny! I should’ve just stayed un-relaxed." He was laughing, the toad. "You!" I hit him. "This is all your fault!"
"I take full credit," he grinned. "You should ask for relief."
"No way!" she asserted.
"Suit yourself."
The rest of the morning was worse. By the time I got to lunch, I was dripping wet. Oh, Jesus, I was not used to this!
I think I was squirming in my seat. "Are you OK?" Amanda asked.
Ed cracked up laughing. "You just shut up," I said. "I’m fine," I told Amanda.
"Really? You’re jumping all around. You look like you’ve got an itch."
Damn Ed, he just laughed louder. "Oh, she’s got an itch all right," he laughed. I just glared at him.
"You have no idea, you," I spat at him.
"Oh, I don’t? You don’t have any idea what it’s doing to me watching you like that."
"Oh," I blushed.
"I’m just more used to it," he grinned.
"OK, what is going on?" Amanda demanded.
"Just what you said," Ed grinned impishly. "Natalie’s got an itch. Right between her legs."
"You’re kidding," Amanda gasped. She had seen how I had been reacting all week.
"She decided to relax and see if she could enjoy all the guys fondling her today," Ed said.
"I think it worked," Amanda grinned.
"Oh God. I’m so horny I’m half tempted to flip over my chair and impale myself on the leg," I admitted, to my surprise. Ed was grinning. "You stop grinning!" I turned to Amanda. "This is all his fault!"
"He found your ‘on’ button." Amanda giggled.
"And how," I agreed.
"Hey, I’ve got your chair leg right here," he joked, pointing down at his crotch. Oh, man, was I tempted!
That’s when I knew. I was going to let him fuck me. Immediately, if not sooner. Let him? I was going to beg him! Not here, not in the cafeteria, of course-but soon. That should’ve made me scared. It did, a little-but it also made me more horny.
And it was too much. It was too much. I started shaking. I think I even started weeping a little. "Honey? What’s wrong?" Ed said from across the table. Amanda looked at me with concern.
"I can’t…I can’t…" I sobbed. "It’s too much…I can’t…I’m not used to this, I can’t handle it! Oh God…"
Just then the bell rang. Amanda helped me up, and Ed met us at the end of the table, and took my other arm. They escorted me to bio, me still sobbing a bit.
"Natalie," Amanda said. "You need relief."
"She’s absolutely right," Ed agreed.
"Oh, God, no," I moaned.
"Natalie, listen to me!" Amanda let go of my arm and went to stand in front of me. "Take it from somebody who was pretty repressed when the program started. You need relief, and you need it now." She and Ed practically grabbed me and pulled me to bio-and pushed me into the seat in front of the class.
"What’s going on?" Ms. T asked.
"Natalie needs relief, and she needs it bad," Amanda said. "And if she denies it, she’s lying to you. She’s a basket case."
"Really?" Ms. T asked in surprise. She knew what this week had been like for me. "You’re getting it all at once, aren’t you?" she asked with a sympathetic tone. I nodded.
The class had filed in by now. I was embarrassed beyond belief-but Amanda was right. I was a basket case. Ms. T asked, "Natalie, have you ever had an orgasm?"
"Wednesday was the first time," I admitted.
"And that opened your floodgates."
A little calmer, I said, "Yeah, and I also decided, since this was the last day of the program, that I was going to try to enjoy all the fondling-you know, open myself up to the experience. I think I enjoyed it a bit too much. I’m not used to this."
"Well, that’s what relief is for, you know. Any willing volunteers to help Natalie out?" Half the boys in the class raised their hands, to my bemusement. But there was only one choice. "Ed. Help?" I asked.