Naked In School

He grinned, and walked up to me. He bent over and whispered in my ear, "Are you sure? You can still experiment if you want. I made my insecurities go home."

I giggled and said, "No, not this. Just you. Only you. Please?"

"OK. Relax."

"In front of the whole class?" I giggled.

"Trust me. Close your eyes, breathe deep. You know the drill."

I did, so I did. I closed my eyes and let the feelings wash over me as he slipped his finger in and out of my pussy. Then, all of a sudden, I felt something-something fantastic-drive over my clit. I screamed. My eyes opened, and I looked down-and saw his tongue.

Oh GOD!

He was-he was licking me down there! Oh FUCK! And it felt-indescribable. I came-bucking my hips, grinding my pussy on his hand and mouth, and screaming-in about seven seconds.

The class applauded! God, I was so embarrassed. Maggie Benson yelled out, "Jesus, that was fast!"

I looked up at Ed. He was grinning. And, boy, was he hard!

Ms. T noticed. "Ed, you need relief?"

"Nope, I’m fine," he claimed. I was disappointed, frankly. When we got back to our seats I said to him, "I would’ve done you."

"Have you ever done that to a guy?"

"Well, no," I admitted.

"And you’re going to do it to me in front of class? I wouldn’t do that to you."

"I see your point. Ed? Thanks. That was…something else."

"Thought you’d like it," he grinned.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ED

Natalie. So horny she went off in seconds. Now that I never would have predicted!

And she wanted to do me-which was very sweet, but… Listen. I’ve had a couple of girls who jacked me off who’d never done it before. They always squeeze too hard! Hey, guys have no idea what they’re doing the first time they go ‘down there’ either, so I say that not to be critical. But it takes some direction if a girl’s never done that. Not in front of a class, not to Natalie-she was still too fragile about sex.

Though, judging by the reaction I got when I went down on her-less fragile by the second.

Anyhow, I was completely hard by the time I got done with her, and the hardness wouldn’t go down. "Gym’s next," Natalie said to me on the way out of the class. "I understand why you didn’t want me to do it, but you really need someone to take care of that!" she said, pointing down.

"Don’t worry, Natalie," Amanda said, coming up behind us. "I’ve got the situation well in hand," she grinned, and grabbed my by my dick, leading me towards the girls’ locker room. Natalie just giggled.

Amanda’s a true friend. She got her gym clothes on, went up to the "relief chair", pointed me in, declared "Ed needs relief", and blew me.

She was getting real good at that!

After I came-and she swallowed every drop-I told her. "You’re practically in Maggie Benson’s league. Jared’s a lucky guy."

She grimaced. "I’m still working on getting Jared all the way into my mouth. I’m close, but not quite yet."

"Ah, yes," I joked. "Welcome to Ed’s Inadequacies, part one."

"Oh, you stop that," she said, giving my shoulder a swipe. "I’m sure Natalie doesn’t find it inadequate."

"Well, maybe she won’t, but I don’t think I’ll find that out for a while. I don’t think Natalie’s quite ready for that," I said.

"Oh really," she grinned. "You must’ve missed that look she gave you when you told her you had a chair leg in your lap. I thought she was going to pounce right then and there!"

"Ah, that was just the heat of the moment."

"Not hardly. Trust me," she grinned. "You’re going to get laid by your girlfriend, and soon." Her smile got wider. "And, Ed, you know what? She’s going to love every minute of it. And I think that’s starting to sink in to her now."

I thought about that throughout gym. When we got back into the locker room, and headed for the shower, Amanda and I got into a corner and washed each other. Nothing really sexual, just two friends soaping.

"Ed," she said. "Tell me about Natalie. She told me to tell you that she said it’s all right. I know there’s some problems there, but I don’t know exactly what."

So, I told her. If Amanda said that Natalie gave her OK, then Natalie gave her OK. Amanda doesn’t lie-least not to me.

"Wow," she said when I was done. "Now I feel bad. Yesterday I told her that if she raked you over the coals, I’d hunt her down and kill her. I should’ve said that to you!"

I laughed. "What did she say to that?"

"She said you were lucky you had such good friends," Amanda told me. "She really is sweet. But now I know-you must have been having Annie flashbacks."

"Yeah."

"Got through them?" she asked.

"Well, first Mike beat me up, then Natalie beat me up-and then I got the good-sense lecture from Ellie. I got worn down," I joked. "No, they were just all telling me things I needed to hear, to get past my fears, you know?"

"Yeah. I’m glad, Ed. You deserve it."

"I’m finally starting to believe that." I looked at her. "How is Annie, anyhow?"

She looked at me in shock. She and Annie wrote regularly, I knew that. "Ed, you have never asked me that question."

"I’m asking now. How’s she doing?"

"Good. How many details do you want?"

"None at all. Is she safe? Happy? That’s it."

"Yeah, she’s safe. Her aunt and uncle are great. Happy? I think she’s reasonably so. She asks about you all the time, you know. Tries to get me to talk you into opening her letters. I told her I refused to get in the middle of it. But she asks about you."

"What do you tell her?" I asked.

"Just the basics. Since you weren’t returning her letters, I didn’t want to violate your privacy. So you know-Ed’s fine, still as funny as ever, doing well in baseball. Light stuff like that."

"That’s fine," I said.

I put Annie out of my mind for now, and got through the rest of the day. Afterwards, I met Natalie at the entrance.

"Hey. We have a date tonight, yes?" I said.

"You bet your ass. You promised me Chinese and a mushy movie."

"I have practice. Do you want me to pick you up afterwards, or are you going to stick around?"

"None of the above," she giggled. "Practice takes, what, an hour and half to two hours?"

"Something like that."

"Well, I was wondering," she said tentatively, "if I could borrow your car?"

I smiled at her. "You have your license?"

"Of course, I just don’t have a car. I figured out if I make enough this summer, I can get a second-hand one, but I don’t have one at the moment. But, yeah, I drive fine." She looked at me. "I’ll take good care of your baby. I need to go shopping, and the mall’s too far to walk."

"Sure," I reached into my bookbag and gave her my keys. "If I trust you, I suppose I have to trust you with my car, huh?"

"Yep," she grinned. She tossed the keys in the air. "See you. Thanks."

"You’re welcome," and she was off.

Shopping? Hmmm. Of course, I shouldn’t question a sudden shopping jones from a girl, right?

I headed to practice.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN NATALIE

It’s hard to explain.

I had been nude all week. I had been nude around Ed all week. I don’t know if I was becoming entirely comfortable with that, but I was becoming more comfortable.

And, we went outside, and I picked up my clothes-the usual floor-length skirt and high-necked long sleeve blouse-and I realized, all of a sudden, that I hated them. Hated them with every fiber of my being. Hated every single thing in my wardrobe. The short-sleeved polo shirt and calf-length light skirt that I had worn the other day were the only things in my whole wardrobe that weren’t completely ridiculous.

I looked at my normal outfit-and it looked, just then, like a straightjacket. I left the school parking lot wearing it, however. I would not be returning in it.