"Look, do not take this as a rant against The Program. I don’t mean that. I signed the petition to keep it. I think it’s good for a lot of people. I can see with my own eyes it’s been good for Amanda and Jared. Hell, I’ve liked listening to their stories. I liked the whole taking-of-virginity story, because it was sweet and romantic and sexy. I can appreciate that. I even liked Tuesday’s floor show. The only difference is, I wasn’t wishing I was Amanda during the floor show, I was wishing I was Jared. And if I ever went into The Program myself, I’d be forced to be Amanda, and I’d want to be Jared instead. Without the hair and the dick, of course."
I laughed at that. "There ain’t much hair anyway, and you can have it. I’m keeping the dick, though."
"You just keep it over there," she laughed. "Next to Amanda. Where it belongs. Anyhow, that’s my take on it."
"That’s very interesting," Mr. Tilling said from the back of the class. "You bring up an interesting point, Lisa, and it’s one well worth thinking about. I don’t know if we can accommodate this, but I think I’m going to try to find a way. Maybe one week set aside for gay and lesbian students, and maybe another one for bi students."
"Well, don’t change the rules for me," Lisa said. "It’s not a big deal if I don’t do it."
"Yes, but I was thinking of what you said in conjunction with what Allie said earlier. Allie’s a bit confused about her sexuality, right? Well, she’s now got the opportunity to grope and grab a guy, make them pose, experiment some. She doesn’t have that opportunity, really, with a girl. Same-sex touching isn’t prohibited, but it pretty much never happens, because you don’t know if the person in The Program being groped would get angry. If we set aside a week where we knew the participants were same-sex oriented, it might open things up for people that need to experiment with that to do so."
"Damn, Mr. Tilling," Lisa said. "I’m impressed. Now that is thinking on your feet."
"Thank you, Lisa," he said, bemused. "Now I’m gonna put you on the spot. If we ever decided to do that, would you sign up?"
"Yes. Yes I would."
"Lisa, you’re vice-president of the Gay/Straight Alliance, are you not?" Mr. Tilling asked.
"Yes."
"Would you do something for me, then? A bit of an informal poll. See if there’d be any support for doing this among some of the gay and bi students."
"I’d love to," she said happily. "That’s great. And I think there will be. We talked about The Program at our meeting yesterday, and some of the gay and bi kids expressed the same things I did. It’s great, it works, we don’t fit into it. I think you’d definitely get some interest. I’ll find out and get back to you."
"Great. One other thing. We’ve thought about the thing that I heard you said earlier, Amanda, about relief. And we’re going to change that. Girls will get the same opportunity for relief as guys."
"That’s great!" she said from next to me. "Can we make that change now?" I had to laugh at that.
"Needy, Amanda?" Ms. T asked.
"And how," she admitted.
"What do you think, Mr. Tilling?" Ms T asked.
"It was her idea, and request, and it’s her last day in The Program. Go for it."
"First of all, Jared, how are you?" Ms. T asked.
"Just fine. I pass to my sweetie." I said.
"OK, Amanda, you get to be the first female student in The Program to ask for relief."
"There you go, Jared, it’s all yours," Maggie laughed.
Amanda leaned into me. "Do you mind if I don’t pick you?" she whispered.
"No. You’ve got something up your sleeve, don’t you?" I whispered back.
"Yup." Then she spoke to the class. "Jared’s agreed to let me pick someone else. Allie, would you like to come up and help me?"
"Huh?" Allie said.
"Only, only, only if you want to. Feel free to say no. But I thought you might like to try."
Allie blushed furiously-but stood out of her seat and tentatively walked to the front of the class. She slowly knelt down in front of Amanda.
"So, Jared," Maggie shouted, "how long of watching this do you think it’ll take you before you get rock-hard?"
"Zero point seven seconds," I deadpanned to laughter.
Allie looked up at me, beet-red but smiling, and then turned back to Amanda. She started tentatively, but quickly worked up a head of steam, her hand exploring every nook and cranny of Amanda’s pussy. Then she had one hand up on Amanda’s boob, and the other one furiously working over her pussy. Amanda turned her head slightly towards me, breathing heavy, eyes half-closed, and moaned, "Oh, she’s gooood!"
"I am?" Allie squeaked.
"Oh, yeaaaah," Amanda drawled, as Allie diddled into her pussy. Then Allie shocked everybody-including, I think, herself. With one hand sliding in and out of Amanda’s cunny, Allie leaned over and went right for Amanda’s clit with her tongue. Amanda squealed in surprise and lust, and Allie went to town, furiously plunging her fingers in and out of Amanda’s pussy while she nibbled on her clit. A couple minutes of this, and Amanda exploded. What a sight.
And Maggie and I were right. After all this, as Allie shyly pulled away, blushing, and Amanda tried to catch her breath-I noticed that I was like stone. I was so hard it hurt.
Maggie, of course, noticed. "I guess that zero point seven seconds was right. Jared, you might have passed, but you look seriously in need of relief right now!"
"Jared?" Ms T asked.
Before I had a chance to say a word, Allie-her face soaked with my girlfriend’s juices-looked up and me and said, "May I?"
Amanda looked over at me, grinning, and winked and nodded. "By all means. Thank you," I told Allie. She scooted over in front of me, and sucked half my dick into her mouth.
Jesus. She got quite a bit of it in. She didn’t pull a Maggie, but she came close. Her tongue was furiously working me over as she sucked, and her hand was doing a fine job on the part that wasn’t in her mouth. There I was, sitting naked next to my girlfriend, and getting blown-very well, thank you-by a girl who was not my girlfriend, but who did have my girlfriend’s pussy juices all over her face. My oh my. I think the zero point seven seconds applied to how long it took me to cum, too. I did have long enough to warn Allie, and did so-and all she did was suck another inch down and increase the pressure. I went with a ka-BANG!. The first few rattled against the back of her throat, and she was humming. The last couple squirts, though, she ran out of room. Some of it leaked out of her lips and dribbled onto her chin.
She looked up at us. What a sight. She was blushing and grinning, and there was a little pool of my cum collecting on her chin, mingling there with Amanda’s juices. It was fantastic. She positioned herself so that she was kneeling between us, straightened up so she was at eye-level with us, leaned in a bit, and whispered. "Thank you so much. That was…that was…Oh God I am soooooo wet right now!" Then she blushed and stood up, turning away-and got a standing ovation. She blushed like a grape at that.