Naked In School

I turned to Mr. Tilling, and glared at him. "You’re gonna pay. Oh, mark my words, you are going to pay for this!"

The sonovabitch never stopped grinning at me.

CHAPTER FOUR CHUCK

All right. I couldn’t resist. I just couldn’t, when I realized that her bustline was getting artificial help. I mean, Maggie? What did she have to enhance it for? It’s not like she didn’t have other tools at her disposal to lure a guy into her bed. And, I wasn’t kidding at the end, she really didn’t need it. She wasn’t big, sure, but she was a small girl all over. They were proportional, you know. Probably about an A-cup, yeah, but we’re talking about a girl that probably wore a size extra-small shirt. They were big enough. More than a mouthful’s a waste, and all that.

But I couldn’t resist that Itty Bitty Tittie Committee crack. Nor could I resist the crack when I realized she was staring at me. If this week were to be a battle of wills-which, knowing what Maggie and I were both like, it was-score one for me.

I walked out of the office, still grinning, past the crowd that had gathered there. Mostly her friends. They more or less ignored me.

I had gym first period. I knew the drill, so into the girls’ locker room I went. I wasn’t looking forward to it. Tara Boucher was in that class. It was easy to avoid her in class, but, in the locker room, I was going to stick out like a sore thumb.

You see, Tara and I have a history-and not a good one. This was the one that was my fault. I hurt her badly, and I’ve never been able to get her to understand that I was sorry about it. And she walked in as I was standing there in my altogether, putting my bookbag in my locker. She glared for a second, and then turned away from me.

It was worse in the shower, afterwards. I was in there with a gaggle of girls, all of which ignored me-except for Tara. She glared, the whole time. I didn’t say anything. A year and a half of trying to apologize hadn’t worked, so I just let her glare at me. I got myself washed and got out of there.

I was getting groped a bit in the halls, more than I would’ve expected. I didn’t mind. Especially the younger girls, freshmen and sophomores. They must’ve not heard I was supposed to be a pariah.

The good part was third period-Spanish. Maggie’s in that class. She was already there when I got there, I took one look at her-and she started blushing! Maggie Benson! I couldn’t believe it! I grinned at her, and, when I walked past her, I leaned over and whispered, "Yeah, they’d fit real nice in my hand," and kept walking.

Yeah, I was playing to type, I know it. But I "got" Maggie so infrequently that I had to take any chance I hat!

CHAPTER FIVE MAGGIE

I got out of Mr. Tilling’s office and found all my friends there waiting for me. That was cool.

"Welcome to the club," Amanda grinned at me.

"Who’s your partner?" Jared asked.

I waved my hand in frustration down the hall at him. " Him. Chuck fucking Braden."

"Oh, shit," Cassie said.

"Damn, but he’s good looking, though, isn’t he?" Amanda said.

"Yeah, he is. Doesn’t that suck? And he caught me staring! And this after he made fun of my boobs."

"How could he find your boobs to make fun of them?" Ed said.

"Oh, fuck you, Ed," I spat out.

"Come on, Maggie, I was just joking."

"Sometimes your jokes wear thin," I said, and stormed off down the hall.

Afterwards, I felt bad, though. That was just Ed being Ed. Hell, I had made fun of his dick when he was in the program. Lily Woodard had really made fun of his dick. He took it in the spirit in which it was intended. And here I am, going off on him. I wasn’t mad at him. I knew he was just teasing. Luckily, we had the same class second period. I walked up to him outside of class and said, "Hey, Ed. I’m sorry."

"No, I’m sorry, Maggie," he said. "I didn’t realize you were sensitive about that. You’ve joked about it in the past yourself. They’re really not that small, you know. Especially naked."

"Thanks," I grinned at him. "And, you’re right, I’m usually not that sensitive about them. Chuck just rubbed my last nerve raw. He called me the president of the Itty Bitty Tittie Committee!"

"Ah," Ed said.

"Still friends?" I grinned.

"Of course," he grinned back. "So, have you asked for relief twelve times in the past hour?"

"Actually, I’ve been so pissed off I haven’t had the energy to get horny."

"Oh my God, somebody catch me, I’m gonna faint," Ed said. That I laughed at.

I’m glad I fixed things with Ed, but next period I saw Chuck again. And he had the audacity to say that my tits would feel real nice in his hand! Yeah, like he was ever going to find out!

Damn. He was getting to me. That’s just not allowed.

I went to lunch, sat with the gang. I got involved in the banter and didn’t get pissed off at the jokes. Afterwards, I headed to Bio. Ms. T’s famous fifth period Bio class. A lot of my gang is in that class-but so is Chuck. We got in, and Ms. T welcomed us to The Program, and asked Chuck if he needed relief. He said no. Then she asked me.

"Why not? I could use a good cum," I grinned.

"Yeah, what else is new?" Ed teased.

Ms. T asked if anyone wanted to help. Just about every guy in the room put his hand up. I almost picked Jared, remembering that I gave him his first relief on his first day in The Program-in this very room, in fact. I thought it would be a nice turnaround. But then I saw Chuck with his hand up, grinning at me, a definite challenge in his eyes.

Ah-HAH! Get me all flustered, eh? "All right, Braden. You think you can get me off? Give it your best shot," I said.

"Don’t mind if I do," he grinned, and headed towards the front of the class.

"Ah, Braden?" I said. "Keep in mind, I can control my orgasms even with people I like. And I’m not really all that pent up at the moment. And you only have five minutes."

"Five whole minutes? I may be able to go for two," he grinned. Cocky SOB. We’d see about that.

He didn’t crouch down in front of me. No, he grabbed a spare chair, sat in it, and spun my chair so I was facing him. Then, instead of going for my pussy, he went for the tit.

"Hmm, I was right," he said. "Fits real good in my hand. Oh, and I do like a girl with sensitive nipples."

Which I had. And he had them nice and big and erect in seconds. He was rubbing his whole hand all over my tit. Then he went for the pussy. He took his hand and languidly ran it up and down my lips, no real effort in it. I was getting a little moist, but that was about it. And, OK, I’ll admit, he was doing wonderful things to my tit with his hands. But that’s not enough to get me to cum, especially when I’m resisting cumming in the first place. "Four minutes thirty seconds," I said to him with an evil grin.

"Oh, I’m just getting started," he said.

Another thirty seconds of this. His finger just kind of lazily snaking up and down my labia. I wondered, does this doofus even know where my clit is? Oh, I was going to win this little battle. Wait until the school found out that Mister Chuck Braden couldn’t even make the school sexpot cum. That’d put the lie to all his Grand Conquest stories, now, wouldn’t it?

"Four minutes and counting," I grinned at him.

He grinned back-and slipped a finger into my pussy. Very slowly. Then it was two fingers-again, very, very slowly. He started dragging them in and out of me-and on every out motion, he very slowly dragged his fingertips across my g-spot.

Oh, shit.

He’s doing this, and the next thing I know, he’s out of the chair. He’s kneeling in front of me. He gave my tittie a little suck on the way down, then went right for the pussy with his tongue.