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Sophomoric, Second Year High (Chapter  1)
 
    The second year of high school  has to be better then the first when 
you were being integrated into a new school  with a different way of operating 
and loads of new people.  For a shy girl  like me, freshmen year was sort 
of difficult.  As I said I was shy and a  bit immature and unsure of myself 
as I ad  just to my budding  puberty.  
    Now that I am a sophomore and a  year under my belt, I think I am ready 
to make my move and not accept anymore  what is given; but take what I 
think is mine.  At least that sounds good in  my mind as I walk into the old 
stone building that was a former public high  school; but is now the home of 
OLL Catholic High School.
    With all the other forces  working against me, I also have that one of 
being a good Catholic girl.   Well, maybe the good girl will be good in more 
then one  way.  
    As you can guess my awkward age  sort of matches my awkward physical 
being.  I am tall and gangly.   Well maybe not so gangly as to look deformed; 
but I still have many of my curves  developing or so I hope.  My name is 
Patrice; but many of my friends and  family call me Raven; because of me long 
dark brown hair that almost looks  black.  My eyes are big and hazel.  A long 
narrow nose is a family  trait and my mouth is in fat lipped; but wider and 
bigger then my face should be  allowed.  Also it is bigger then it should 
be in that if something is on my  mind it quickly escapes my lips.
    From the column of my neck down  is a work in progress.  I have square 
shoulders and not a very large chest,  aka breasts; but have been blessed I 
think with oversize nipples thick and  long.  The are also extremely 
sensitive and compete admirably in  sensitivity with my clitoris.  Oh, that's right 
I am a Catholic girl and  should not know about those types of things.  My 
torso is lean and my hips  and ass are just showing the potential for my 
bodies future.  I have a nice  flat belly, no roundness there to speak of; but 
my labia are nice and puffy if  you like that look.  My legs though not as 
tantalizingly rounded as I  expect they will be are long and nicely toned.  
Being a second stringer on  basketball, and running track and cross country 
and rowing crew have given me a  strong but lean body.
    Now I need to develop some  skills to go with it, if you know what I 
mean.  Damn hormones, have my mind  thinking of things that my body doesn't 
know about yet.
    Sometimes my best friend Alana  and I think we are not meant to be good 
Catholic girls.  Our conversations  would make a nun blush and our parents 
also.  Alana is much prettier in the  face then me with her long blonde hair 
and blue eyes and pert nose and sweet  mouth.  However she is long and lean 
and not rounded yet, just like  me.  Being recent freshmen and not 
beautiful and one of the in crowd has  restricted our social status which is nil at 
the moment; but we intend to change  it this year.
    The freshmen boys are just to  young and immature and the sophomores 
who are our age, are not aggressive enough  and most likely have less 
knowledge of what their privates are for other then  peeing, then we do.  Our goal 
this year is to get the attention of the  junior and senior boys and get 
noticed.  I have made a point of learning a  lot about boys and girls, both 
mentally and physically.  And from this past  summer I can tell you that I know 
a girl's body and what it needs real  well.  Practice, practice, practice.  
I also learned some about a  boy's; but I won't go into detail on either.
    Alana and I are both pretty darn  smart and properly religious when 
necessary.  The nuns think we are  wonderful Catholic girls and that thought 
process I don't intend to  change.  What they think and what we are can 
possibly be two very different  things, just a matter of perception.
    To add to our sexless  look in school the uniforms do nothing to add to 
our attractiveness.   Us underclassmen are allowed to wear those nice 
pleated and plaid blue, white  and gray skirts that are loose and do need to be 
touching the floor when we are  kneeling.  The white button blouses full and 
loose and the solid blue vests  to detract from the whiteness of our upper 
body good well be asexual in  nature.  The seniors get to wear a white blazer 
instead.    Whoopee!  No heels or sneakers or makeup allowed.  No gaudy  
jewelry.  No crazy hairdos or odd colors.  Not much left for a girl if  she 
doesn't have a pretty face.
    Anyway some how I scored a lunch  hour with the juniors and seniors.  
Me and a number of other sophomore  girls, not including Alana.  The first 
few days of school I ate my lunch  and noted where the boys and girls sat and 
what the cliches there seemed to be  and what tables had empty seats other 
then the ones that gathered my fellow  classmates.
    Sitting down on my third day at  a table with a few junior girls, nerdy 
types and adjacent to a table of football  players.  Looking shyly at the 
boys and seeing their eyes looking and  dismissing my long gangly frame.  I 
am use to being seen and not seen if  you know what I mean.  Scoring an end 
seat closest to the boy's table and  eating my lunch from home quietly.  
Listening to the boy's and their  comments that are not so quiet and not so nice 
about the different girl's they  view in the room or would like to view in 
private. 
    Blushing a little, cheeks  flushing and becoming warm as their sexual 
prowess seems to be quite extensive,  or so their minds think.  There words 
really not whispered and I think that  they were meant to be heard as some 
girl's have moved from the vicinity of the  table of boys.
    Finally down to my dessert,  which happens to be a cocoanut yogurt.  
Checking the room for nuns, they  think I am a sweet and respectful girl and I 
don't want them to change their  opinion.  Then lifting my spoon and using 
my tongue to lick the creamy  goo from the plastic utensil.  It took a few 
spoonfuls to get the attention  of the table next to me; but a few whispers 
and elbow nudges and I can see with  my peripheral vision that I have their 
attention.  Lifting the spoon one  more time and tongue tip just flicking 
over and under to lave the plastic with  loving attention as I turn my head and 
smile over at the table of boys.  
    Seeing their looks of awe,  amazement, shock as they watch the movement 
of my tongue over and around the  spoon.  "Boy I wish I had some yogurt to 
give to a young lady."   Seeing the goofy smile on his face as his hand 
falls to his lap and most likely  touching what is not a soft penis.  The other 
boys laughing as I go back to  finishing my dessert.  Standing up with my 
refuse and walking past the  table of boys.  Their eyes are on me now.  I do 
have their  attention.
    Then leaning over as I pass  behind them, "I do love the taste of 
cocoanut yogurt."  The nervous  laughter of the boys following me as I leave the 
cafeteria.  The words  indistinct, however I can guess at what some of the 
comments might be.   Just a little roll to my gait to get my skirt swaying 
just a  little.
    Filling Alana in on what I did  as we attend a school newspaper meeting 
after school.  Assignments for us  newbies of the religious boring type.  I 
so wanted to get a chance to work  on the school sports beat.  Following 
the junior who is in charge of sports  reporting and asking him if I might 
work with him.  Wishing I had some  charm other then my words to entice him 
into letting me watch him work or even  better do some of the reporting. 
    Unfortunately, I am also  volunteering for the snack bar at the school 
field, so I am kind of trapped  inside for the first three quarters of the 
game and free after inventory and  clean up is done.
    Grabbing Alana and heading to  the field to watch the team practice.  
Sitting on the second row of the  bleachers, resting our heels on the first 
row benches and letting our chaste  legs sort of separate and with our hems 
hoisted just above our knees, sit  talking and laughing and watching as 
players are finding excuses to come to our  side of the field.
    Who says a gal can't attract  attention, even of we don't have those 
curves that the boys love.  Once you  peek between the legs, there isn't much 
difference in what you will find  there.  Giggling as we try to imagine what 
the boys might be seeing, not  really sure ourselves unless one of them 
mentions the color of our panties that  are not virgin white.
    Our tease ending when we see a  couple of the nuns walking the track 
that circles the field.  Legs slipping  to the floor and our hems chastely 
covering our knee caps once  again.
    Climbing down to speak to the  nuns and keep their opinion of us as 
sweet young Catholic girls.  Giving  Alana a hug as she heads down Mill Street 
to her home and I walk along  Hamilton Street to Mansion Square Park and my 
apartment across the  park.  Nodding to a couple of older boys smoking 
sitting on the back of a  park bench and giving a little sway to my rolled up 
skirt as I walk  past.
    "It could be a few inches  higher."  Turning to look at the boy and 
sticking out my tongue at them and  then giving the tip a flick as I continue 
on with no more interruptions.   "I got a place for that," called after me.
    I bet he does; but not  today.  I have noticed them having their smoke 
two blocks from the school  as the rules dictate.  Many use the park to 
smoke and not end up with  detention.  Not one of my weaknesses at the moment; 
but I will puff on one,  you decide what the one is, now and then.
    Quickly pulling off my school  uniform.  Rubbing the mark from rolling 
the skirt up tight around my waist  and then at the marks from my bra as I 
enjoy the freedom of my room and a closed  door and the freedom of just 
wearing panties.  Slipping them down to look  at my body in the full length 
mirror on the back of the door and not seeing the  spurt of breast flesh and the 
rounding of my ass.  Maybe tomorrow I will  look like a movie star or a porn 
star.  Well I do look like some of the  porn stars, who don't have a great 
body, but do things with what they have so  well, that no one notices.
    I wonder what my mother would  think if she knew I had nude books and 
porn of both men and women.  And I  have studied them close up, trying to 
match the positions I see and with my  brown paper purchase, have tried the 
feel of a dildo in me in those  positions.  Thinking on that note, I turn to 
the bedroom door and turn the  lock, even though no one comes into my room 
without knocking, even my  mother.
    I am sure she is afraid of what  she might see and become shocked by 
the angelic girl that has is not all she  seems.  I keep a sock by my bed, 
that I am sure my mother is curious about  when I add it to the dirty clothes.  
The sock wet and twisted and  stretched, as I will wad it up to muffle my 
moans and groans and  grunts.
    If people think I am a bit fast  for my age, well my mind and emotions 
are way ahead sexually of my physical  body.  Throwing on a pair of sweat 
pants and a sweat shirt, loose so it  doesn't really show that I am braless 
and embarrass my father and brothers and  maybe my mother.  I don't think my 
family could picture me as an object of  sexual desire for anyone.
    Homework done and clothes picked  out for tomorrow, as if there was 
much in a way of choices.  Basically what  bra, and that doesn't vary much as 
there is nothing to really hide or expose,  and then panties.  That is the 
big decision, the color the  cut.
    The next day uneventful through  the morning as I slip into the lunch 
room again and find a table mostly empty  near the table of rowdy boys.  I 
think the virgin ears of many of the girls  aren't up to hearing the 
conversation, so they give plenty of room to those  miscreants.
    Hearing the whispers and a hush  as I sit down, not looking; but sure 
they are nudging each other as i go about  my lunch and eventually the boys 
start up their banter once again.   Exchanging a little small talk with my 
table mates as my eyes are drawn to  watching and ears attuned to the 
conversation of the other table.
    The boisterous young men setting  a perimeter with their off color 
conversation, that only cleans up when a nun  comes in the vicinity.
    Down to my dessert again, eating  healthy I pull out a banana and cup 
and caress it with my hands, a sigh as my  fingers wrap around it, loud 
enough for the boys nearby to hear.  
    As I get their attention, I look  over and see them watching my hands 
and I snap the stem to pell the skin down  one side then the other till just 
the meat of the fruit is grasped in my long  delicate fingers.
    My eyes checking the room as I  bring the long thick slightly curved 
meat to my lips.  My tongue sliding  out to caress the tip and slowly swirl 
around the one end, laving it with  attention and slowly pushing it into my 
mouth.  Lips folding back to allow  entry.  Holding a couple of inches in my 
mouth as my tongue licks around  the gooey fruit and then after checking the 
room again, turning slightly to the  boy's table and working the length in 
and out of my mouth in a parody of sucking  a cock.
    Biting off an inch at a time as  I slowly feed it into my mouth and 
finishing the last inch with a lip smacking  enjoyment.  My eyes moving to look 
over at my audience and seeing some open  mouthed gawks and a lot of hands 
in laps.
    The silence deafening as they  look at me.  Finally, "did some get on 
my lips or cheek?"   My finger  searching for that escaped particle.  "I try 
for that never to happen when  enjoying such a delightful dessert."
    Still silence from the table as  I reach into my bag and pull out a 
yogurt and my spoon.  Talking to myself,  "I so dislike using a spoon, I love 
licking it off my finger or some other such  shaped object."  Smiling to the 
boys as I  clean up my lunch and  yogurt in hand push my chair from the 
table to show the skirt above my parted  knees.  Standing and walking behind one 
side of the table of boys, leaning  down and whispering into one of their 
ears.
    "Would you like to share my  yogurt?"  My warm breath washing over his 
ear and neck, feeling him jerk at  my words.  Standing and waiting and then 
the boy standing up and following  me out of the cafeteria.
    "Hurry, I have to check the  snack bar."  The boy walking fast 
alongside of me as we only have a few  minutes.  Taking out a set of keys and 
unlocking the door to the small  building where the snacks and drinks are kept 
that are sold on game days.  
    Checking around before pulling  him into the darkness of the small room 
and closing the door securely, turning  the lock.  Then switching on the 
light to cast a stark glow around the  room.
    Not a Mata Hari type girl  obviously, so this is my first attempt at a 
seduction, as I kiss the boy quickly  on the lips and then setting down my 
container of yogurt, I knee in front of  him..
    Nervously my hand reaches to his  fly and I can feel the stiffness on 
the other side of the material of his pants,  as I find the tab for his 
zipper and pull it down.  The sound of the teeth  disengaging lout in the 
confines of the small room.  His gasp of surprise,  more feminine in sound then 
male as I slip my hand into his pants and touch his  warm aroused organ.
    The confines of his shorts and  fly making it difficult for me to 
maneuver, so I pull my hand free and undo his  belt and button on his trousers.  
Pulling them down and then his straining  boxers to find his erection 
springing free from the coattails of his  shirt.
    My long slender fingers taking  the engorged organ in my hand and 
feeling him shake as I "jack it with my  grasping fingers.  Nothing special about 
this cock.  Not terrible big  or thick, but not a small weinie either.  The 
head a little flared, the  veins straining at the shaft, outlined  
distinctly, with a thinly haired  ball sack swaying beneath.
    Looking up at the boy as I smile  and see his unsure look as I reach to 
the yogurt and pull the tab on the plastic  container.  My eyes turning to 
watch the twitching of the cock as I swirl a  finger around to mix the white 
cream into an even texture, then using my  fingers, daubing a coating of 
yogurt around the hard cock.
    Setting down the container as I  hold the firm shaft with my finger at 
the base, pulling it down to look eye to  eye with the single eye monster 
and then slipping my tongue out to flick at the  tip of the knob.  Tasting the 
creamy taste of coconut and then quickly  adding to it, the taste of a 
confined cock now set free.
    My hand quivering as I hold the  cock in my hand and feeling the 
trembling of the boy's body as I tongue around  his erection and then suckle the 
taut skin.  The shaft sticky as I raise on  my knees and then lower my mouth 
to kiss the head of his cock, lips spreading  apart and pushing my head 
further, to take first the thicker knob and then the  shaft into my mouth.
    Feeling the bulge in my cheek,  as I adjust on my, knees and reaching 
with one hand to cup his testicles and  fondle them gently as I move my head 
up and down on the cock.  Taking more  and more with each bob of my head, 
feeling it filling my mouth as my tongue is  now trapped underneath the shaft.
    The boy moaning loudly as I suck  as his erection with my cheeks 
pulling in and out and finally feeling him  tensing, locking my lips around his 
meaty shaft and feeling the first blast of  thick warm cream filling my mouth, 
gagging a little as he jerks his hips and  thrusts deep in my mouth, his 
hands grabbing my head as he empties his balls in  a series of thrust and 
shoot actions.
    The thick cream coating my mouth  as I try to swallow it in between 
gulps of breath.  The last thrust of his  hips and pull back, dragging the 
prick from my mouth as I feel it softening and  losing its starch.
    Fingers grasping the base  milking up the length as my mouth follows 
the cock head and tongue licks at the  droplets forming on the piss slit. The 
building seemingly warm as I can  feel my clothes slick on my sweaty body
    Looking up at the boy,  whispering a soft, "thanks."  Then giving the 
end of his cock a soft gentle  kiss.
    "Ah, thank you."  His words  a tremble from his throat as he reaches to 
pull his pants up and quickly buttons  and zips.
    Standing up and brushing at my  knees as I smile a weak smile and open 
the door to let him out after checking  for people nearby.
    Catching my breath now that I am  alone and licking around my lips, 
still tasting the thickness of the sperm in my  mouth.  Feeling a weakness in 
my legs and the fullness of my labia  that are barely containing the leaking 
grease of my arousal.
    Quickly cleaning myself with a  napkin, not just my face but swiping 
under my skirt and then opening the door to  the snack bar and slipping out, 
locking up behind me.
    The rest of the afternoon I  could still feel or thought I could the 
wetness of my pussy and when I sniffed I  thought I could smell my special 
scent.  Most likely my imagination; but I  do have a very active one, 
especially when it comes to sexual matters.   High on imagination and working on the 
actual experience.
    Stopping by after my last class  to sit and watch the football team 
practice.  Seeing the looks of the boys  as they past near I am sitting, feet 
sitting on the bleacher bench in front of  me and my skirt hiked up over my 
knees and legs spread apart, exposing the backs  of my thighs if not a bit 
more.
    Seeing my friend from lunch,  waving to him and seeing his 
embarrassment as he half waves back.  I wonder  how many of his teammates already have 
heard the story of his snack bar blow  job.  A little flush of my face, as I 
think on how bold I had become and  what I risked doing it on school 
property.
    I am sure the football team  knows me by looks if not by name.  The 
tall slender lower classman with  long dark hair and no bumps on her chest.  
Maybe the fact that I gave oral  would be in my description.  A little proud 
of myself that I have taken  that step to advance my standing, or would it be 
kneeling in the  school.    
    A soft giggle as I think on that  fact.  Wondering how quickly that 
rumour will pass around the school.   If he told just one boy, it will be 
accepted fact tomorrow.  Another giggle  as I realize I don't even know the name 
of the boy I sucked.
    Making a display of bare leg as  I stand up when some of the boys are 
close to my seats and stepping down the  bleachers to walk through the park 
and to my home.  Waving to the smokers  on the bench as I pass by and giving 
a quick smile.  They are juniors; but  not jocks; but never burn a bridge.  
Maybe I might want to travel over that  way some time.  Skirt slapping 
around my thighs as I walk down the spoke  like path of the park.  Knowing that 
the boys are most likely watching and  discussing what they would like to do 
with me.
    The most important fact that I  learned this past summer was that boys 
always have sex on their minds and even  the plainest girl is worthy of 
their sexual comments.
    Thankful that tomorrow is  Friday, game night at our home field and I 
am close enough to run home and  change and get back in plenty of time to 
work the snack bar.  Already  running my wardrobe through my head, as I did the 
past few nights, trying to  decide what to wear other then this uniform.
    Stripping down to my panties and  bra and holding the different blouses 
and skirts and jean against my body as I  look into the full length mirror 
on my bedroom door.  I love the comfort of  jeans; but my body looks 
straight up and down and not filled out enough to be  sexy in jeans.  A skirt and 
loose top.  A short skirt, not tight, lose  and flowing around my legs and a 
pullover top with a bit of bulk to it, so I can  get away with not wearing a 
bra.  Just have to keep my nipples under  control so as to dart the front 
of the top.  Think innocent thoughts.   Yeah, like that is going to happen.
    Being it will be a little cool  tomorrow, I pick out a loose black wool 
top and a gray skirt of a lighter  weave.  Peering into my undies drawer 
and spotting my black bikini cut  panties and a pair of flats,  In spite of 
the coolness of the night, I will  go without stockings and show off my summer 
tanned legs.  Pulling my hair  back, a simple pony tail will work.  And 
adding a windbreaker just in case  as not only chilly; but might be a little 
damp.
    Quickly pulling out another dull  uniform skirt and blouse for the 
morrow and a pair of white cotton panties, bra  and dark blue knee socks.  That 
was a quick choice, not.
    Seeing some looks as I gets my  books from the my locker in the 
morning, and hearing some whispered  comments.  But, really, who could believe such 
a sweet looking girl like me  could be giving blow jobs at school.  Alana 
making a point of stopping by,  her only words in a soft whisper, "is it 
true?"
    Smiling at her and giving a nod  of my head and both of us laughing.  
Those around us not sharing the joke  or should I say the reality of the 
situation.  The morning dragging.   Lunch, keeping to myself; but as I finish I 
walk past the football jock table  and burst out laughing as I see each of 
the boys has a container of coconut  yogurt at their place.
    The boys turning to me with big  grins, expectant in some way.  Leaning 
over and in a soft whisper, "didn't  you guys get the memo, today is banana 
yogurt day.  Can you imagine what  that would be like?"  Shrugging my 
shoulders and turning away with a  smile.  The guys bursting out in peals of loud 
guffaws.
    The afternoon another drag of  time and finally the ringing of the 
dismissal bell, clanging away as the classes  empty and the locker room fills 
with noisy girls.  Hurrying home to shower  and change and then to take my 
time getting back to the field and snack bar, so  as not to work up a sweat.  
The top nicely concealing my braless breasts,  however the rough material 
rubbing on the sensitive nipples has me a bit excited  as each drag of the top 
across the hard nubs gives me a shiver of  pleasure.  
    Have I mentioned, that my  nipples are at least as sensitive as my 
clitoris.  I love saying that word  in my mind.  Sick girl that I am, I have 
practiced saying all those nasty  words that will get you detention or worse.  
Cunt of course is my favorite,  followed by cock and prick.  I found a book 
in a store that had a long list  of vulgar words and I poured over them; 
before putting the book back on the  shelf.  I would have loved to have bought 
the book; but was too embarrassed  to bring it up to the store clerk, a male.
    Promising to be home before  midnight as I walk across the park and to 
the school.  The football field  behind the main building and trying not to 
peek in the gym as I walk to the  snack bar and find it is already opened 
and the nun in charge setting up the  cash box.  Lifting up the swinging door 
over the counter and setting up the  snack and drinks as my eyes keep going 
to the field and the players warming  up.  
    "Patrice, stop day  dreaming."  The nun stepping up and waiting on the 
first customer as I snap  out of my reverie and start serving the customers. 
 The overcast sky  causing the lights to be put on before the game begins 
and I wave to friends and  acquaintances as they move past to the field 
proper.  The nun sitting back  watching the money drawer as a freshman girl and I 
work the counter  now.
    Occasionally able to watch some  of the action through a break in the 
seats and seeing our team doing really well  on both sides of the ball as our 
team is whipping on Beacon ass.  The  helmets obscuring the faces pretty 
much, but the nice tight butts and bulging  muscles of the players enough for 
me to watch as the first half rolls into  a 21-0 lead.  
    The press of customers keeping  us busy into the start of the third 
quarter and I am trying hard not to  work up a sweat.  At least I am not going 
to have to worry about that as  the damp air as a mist of rain begins, cools 
the temperature quickly to a brisk  chill.  Beginning to regret not wearing 
at least knee high socks as I feel  the chill in my lower legs as I stand 
in the unheated room of the snack  bar.  Not only are my legs chilled; but I 
can feel the cool air pushing  against the fabric of my top as I stretch and 
a bit of bare back is  exposed.
    Glad for the pony tail, as I  wipe away a little bead of sweat from my 
brow.  The third quarter ending  and now just a matter of tallying our 
remaining quantities of food and  drink as sister totals out the money.  As she 
takes the tape and money  to the school, me and the other girl tidy up the 
snack bar and midway through  the fourth quarter are able to lock up and watch 
the remainder of the  game.  
    The score not improving for the  visitors as now it is 34-7.  The final 
minutes a flurry of miscues by both  sides as reserves finish off till the 
signal for the end of game.  Watching  our boys on the sidelines and walking 
around till I am behind our bench and  picking out the boys I know from 
lunch in the cafeteria and waving to them when  I get their attention.  
Cheering wildly and jumping up and down as they  parade back to the locker room and 
I watch the boy from the school paper follow  them to do interviews.
    Sighing as I so would like to do  some of the interviews and see what 
the locker room is like after a game and the  players taking off their 
uniforms and pads.  Picturing in my mind the half  clothed boys as they strip down 
and head to the showers or for some medical  attention.  
    Shivering at my thoughts and  from the sheen of moisture coating me as 
the mist is beginning to become a light  rain as I shelter under the stands 
as I try to decide what to do next.  
    Will I be seen as a groupie  waiting for the players to come out of the 
locker room hoping that one of them  will say "hi" and make my night.  Or 
should I go right to the gym and hope  that as I stand around like a few 
hundred other students, someone will come and  ask me to dance or just talk to 
me.
    The increase in precipitation  deciding me to run to the gym; before my 
clothing becomes soaked and plastered  to my body.  Now that would be a 
look.  Especially since I am not  wearing a slip or a bra and I am sure the 
outlines of my panties would show well  against the wet clothing.
    Finding Alana and hugging and  kissing her as we find a spot to watch 
the dancers, mostly steady couples from  the previous year as they enjoy the 
first slow dance of the night under the  watchful eyes of the sisters and 
brothers.  
    The football players arriving to  a chorus of shouts and screams from 
the cheerleaders and pep squad as they are  led into the gym to the chords of 
the school song.
    Pointing out to Alana the boy  that I took care of in the snack bar 
during lunch and jerking as she pinched my  arm.  Feeling a flush of 
excitement, and only able to share this  information with my best friend.
    The team spreading out into the  crowd a couple nodding to me as they 
pass by and feeling that I have finally got  some recognition for other then 
being a great academic student.
    Standing with Alana still when  the first boy asks me to dance and 
accepting and finding he moves in weird ways;  but I would not consider it 
dancing and hoping my friends are not seeing this as  I slowly circle him and 
pray for a quick ending to the song.  Pleading a trip to the restroom as he 
asks me for another.   Sophomore boys can ruin a girl's reputation.  Alana 
smirking as I return to  stand by her and watch as the dancers slowly increase 
and realizing the boy I  danced with was not much worse then most of the 
other boys on the floor. 
    My eyes continuing to track the  football hunks as I carry on 
meaningless conversations in between dances.   Finally tracking down the player who I 
had an oral exchange with in the snack  bar and convincing him to go out on 
the dance floor with me for a slow  dance.
    Helping him with his hands  around my waist and telling him to keep 
them off my ass, as the nuns and  brothers would give us both hell.  His hand 
still managing to slide down to  the slope of my ass cheeks and pull me close 
so that our chests and lower bodies  were touching.  Definite "no, nos" for 
a Catholic school  dance.
    His conversation really not  sparkling wit; but the feel of the 
strength in his arms and his quickly picking  up the foot movements of the dance 
definite plus'.  Finding out his name is  Jack and he is an offensive tackle 
and defensive lineman on the football  team.
    With effort getting more of the  football players from "my neighboring 
lunch table" out on the floor.  They  aren't the superstars; but they are 
the "blue collar" players and that is fine  with me.  I wouldn't expect a 
quarterback or running back or star receiver  to take notice of a gangly 
sophomore like me.  At least not  yet.
    Introducing Alana to my new  found friends and finding them enjoyable 
if not a bit crude in their  humor.  And of course one indiscreet blow job 
and they think I am an easy  mark.  That is yet to be seen.
    The dance, unfortunately flying  by as I take turns with all of the 
guys in the group and watch as Alana does  also, exchanging partners and barely 
keeping their hands in check.  More of  our cliche of outside girls meeting 
the boys and getting them onto the floor, as  the prettier ones are talking 
and making eyes; but not dancing.
    Saying goodbye to Alana, with a  tight hug and kiss on the cheek as her 
father picks her up.  I should have  asked her to stay over with me, as I 
start the few block walk back home.  A  chill in the air and a drizzle as I 
feel the cool breeze blowing under my skirt  and against the dampness of my 
clothing.
    Just getting to the edge of the  park when I jump with the honking of a 
car horn.  Looking around nervously  and seeing some of my new friends in 
an older chevy.
    "Hey, Patrice you need a ride  home?"  Jack leaning over the driver, 
his face a white  glow.
    Waving them off as I explain  that I live just over on the other side 
of the park.  "Get in, no sense in  getting wetter then you are.  We wouldn't 
want to see you sick and miss you  at lunch on Monday."
    Looking at the boys and then  walking to the car door and climbing over 
one of the boys in the backseat to  settle down in between.  The car not a 
big one and a bit tight.  Jack  looking back from the front passenger bucket 
seat.  A smile on his face as  we turn up one side of the park and then 
turn down another side.
    "We just have to go down to the  river for a minute and then we will 
drop you off."  His smile friendly as I  look at my apartment as we drive past 
and head down to the Hudson River.   The trip taking a few minutes as they 
head out of the city to a town  park.
    Feeling a chill as my wet top  and skirt are sticking to my body.  The 
heat of the two boys beside me at  least warming my arms as they brush 
against theirs.
    "You could have dropped me off,  we went  right past my place."  My 
words lost on my  friends.
    "We wanted to spend some more  time with you Patrice.  You are alright 
for a lower class  girl."
    Jack turning in his seat and  patting my knee, then squeezing it 
gently; but firmly.  Feeling a little  closed in as we move to the city limits and 
head north on Route 9.  The two  boys in back with me setting a hand on 
each of my thighs and I feel a shiver of  my body at the contact.  My hands 
covering theirs as they move them up from  just below my knees to mid thigh.  
Pushing my skirt up my bare legs as I  stop them.
    A feeling of fear and excitement  as I sit crowded between the two boys 
and again feeling a squeeze from Jack on  my knee as he turns back to look 
out the front.
    "Stop," my voice small in the  back of the car, as I grab the questing 
hands with mine.  Then lifting  their hands up and placing them on their 
thighs, my hands trying to hold them in  place.  The boy on the left raising 
his hand and moving it to his crotch  and sliding his hand out to let mine 
rest on his obvious erection.  
    Feeling like I touch something  hot as my hand shake as he covers it 
with his, pressing my hand against his  tented pants.  The other boy following 
suit and now my hands are cupping a  hardon.
    Feeling a flush of heat radiate  from my chest to my face and a 
tightness in my belly as I feel my fingers moving  on the tented cloth, squeezing 
the swollen flesh.
    The boy's quickly unzipping and  pulling their engorged cock out of 
their pants and wrapping my fingers around  the warm soft fleshy outer layer, 
feeling the hard core of their trapped blood  as I tighten my grip on the two 
cocks.
    The boys freeing my hands and as  if on their own, my long slender 
fingers grasp around the shafts and slide up  and down to the fat heads.  The 
boys shifting in the darkness and I feel  them undoing their pants, one 
actually pulling his down to his knees, his legs  spreading and allowing me to 
stroke to the base of his cock, feeling the wiry  hair of his pubes.  The air 
in the car, now charged as I work one cock and  then the other, not 
questioning, just stroking the two boys.  Their gasps  and grunts soft noises as we 
pull into the park and take a gentle sweeping dirt  road down to the river.
    The care pulling into a spot  facing the river, as I continue to stroke 
the boys, feeling the shafts  stiffening and the flesh stretching and the 
veins bulging the sides.  Jack  turning around to look at me.  Not sure what 
his face is seeing of mine and  then feeling his hand again touch my knee 
and slide inside to slip up the warmth  of my soft inner thigh.
    My turn to gasp, as his hand  moves up and under my skirt, and the boys 
alongside of my grasp a knee and pull  my legs open further.  Jack's 
fingers touching the cloth of my panties and  pressing against the puffy labia as 
I moan through mostly closed lips.  His  finger tips pressing on the pouty 
lips and I can feel them separating as he  indents my panty panel to push 
into my opening.
    Closing my eyes as I hiss as he  squeezes my lips and kneads them with 
his fingers.  My thighs trembling as  he saws his fingers against the inside 
of my cunt lips.  My moisture  soaking through the thin material to wet his 
fingers.
    I swear I can hear the slickness  of my pussy lips as he rubs them 
together.  My nipples hard nubs against my  top.  The sensitive flesh aching 
with pleasure as I feel someone's hand  pull at my top and drag it up over my 
belly and the warm hand finds the long  hard tip of my right nipple.
    Whmpering as my crotch presses  on Jack's fingers, hips moving back and 
forth as my hands work the still hard  cocks.  My other breast now being 
rubbed and pinched and fondled as three  boys are now massaging the sensitve 
flesh.
    My mind becoming overloaded with  pleasure jolts as Jack's finger pull 
at the leg band of my panties, and slipping  under one to touch the heated 
flesh of my cunt lip.
    My moans, of "no, no, no" not  agreeing with the pressing of my pussy 
to Jack's fingers.  A grunt from the  boy on my left and a warm wash of seed 
covering the back of my hand and my wrist  as he holds my hand tight to his 
cock and humps through his release.  
    The gooey mess, sticky and  coating my hand as I slip it up and over 
his cock head and then back down.   Working the mess in between my fingers as 
I feel the softening of his  flesh.
    A click and the overhead light  showing the tableau playing out in 
stark relief.  One boy his cock drooping  over my circling fist the other one 
his knob a darkish color as it is swollen  and a sheen of clear moisture is 
oozing from the slit.
    Jack leaning between the bucket  seats, his hand and arm between my 
thighs, as he works a finger under my  panties.  My skirt pushed up to my waist 
and my top pulled up to under my  armpits.  The small swell of my breasts 
covered by the fingers and hands  pulling and pinching and squeezing the soft 
flesh.
    My chest heaving with exertion,  as I feel my cunt leaking my grease 
onto the intruding finger.  Gasping and  whimpering as Jack slides his finger 
from my pantyleg and pushes down on the  waistband of my panties, his 
fingers finding the slit of my cunt lips and sawing  again between them, this time 
his finger rubbing on my exposed  clit.
    My hips rocking up to press on  his fingers.  The boy who is still 
grasped firmly in my hand, grunting as  he releases a geyser of white cream into 
the air to fall in long strings on my  hand and his exposed belly and 
crotch.  My eyes watching in slow motion as  another stream of white cream 
explodes into the air and swaths my fingers in  jism.
    My whimpers of pleasure loud now  in the confines of the car.  Looking 
at Jack and then the driver as he  licks his tongue over his lips and my 
hips lift up to shudder as I cum with the  touch of Jack's fingers.   
    My hips rocking and a loud gasp  as I feel my insides contracting and 
spasm after spasm of my walls on  emptiness.
    My hands releasing the cocks and  holding Jack's hand against my 
clitoris as I continue to shudder to a  release.  The dampness of my top and 
skirt, now added to by a sheen of  sweat coating my body.
    My eyes closed as I finally pull  Jack's fingers away from my sensitive 
button and try to calm my breathing.   I know that I am close to being out 
of control of the situation, as I so want  the pleasure to continue; but 
know that soon I will be past the point of no  return.
    Opening my eyes and gently  pulling Jack's hand to my mouth and sucking 
on his fingers, tasting my grease on  them as I lick and suck them clean.
    Then pulling my skirt down and  gently taking the hands from my breasts 
and pulling down my top.
    Eyes wide as I speak to the car  and its occupants.  "Let me suck each 
one of you and that should ease your  problems."
    Leaning over the boy on my left,  and cleaning up the mess of his cream 
as I lick and suck his soft cock and feel  a stirring in it as it stiffens 
and swells.  Tasting the salty seed from  his sticky body as I quickly bring 
him to another release.  Then the boy on  my right, turning and leaning 
over him and feeling hands touching my ass and  thighs and pussy lips and 
breasts as I clean and finish him off.  
    Wishing the light wasn't on as I  lean over the console and find Jack's 
cock already exposed and hard, his precum  oozing from the slit as I take 
it in my mouth and tongue it as I bob up and down  on his erection.  Taking 
the full force of his cock in my mouth as it spews  its thick milky cream to 
coat my mouth and then slide down my throat to feed the  need in my stomach.
    The fourth boy, his cock out;  but not able to suckle it as the console 
and steering wheel are not  cooperative.  "Let's get out."
    Climbing over one of the boys,  feeling the puffy lips of my cunt 
between my thighs and the stickiness of my  hands as I slide out of the car and 
meet the driver.
    The boy leaning back against the  car as I kneel in front of him, 
pulling his pants down to his knees as i feel  the dampness of the gentle rain on 
my back as I lean into his groin and take his  cock into my mouth.  Licking 
at the fat head and shaft as I nuzzle under  the swollen shaft and lick his 
full balls with my tongue.  Lips pulling at  the delicate orbs as I feel 
the cock itself slapping against my  face.
    Then going back to the hard dark  shaft and taking it again into my 
mouth as I kneel in the wet grass and bob up  and down taking it deeper with 
each movement.  My eyes going wide and a  gurgling gasp as he reaches behind 
my head and forces my face hard onto the last  couple of inches.  The fat 
knob tickling my throat as I drool out of the  sides of my mouth as I try to 
breathe to catch precious oxygen.
    The boy controlling my head and  fucking it into his stationery prick.  
The wet slap of flesh loud in my  ears as I gasp and gurgle and whimper as 
I feel the cock head swell and then the  hard spurt of his load of seed 
bouncing off the back of my throat and then  swallowing it as another eruption 
sends another gout of thick white seed into my  mouth.
    My eyes watering as he slowly  fucks my lips using them to milk the 
remaining cream from his balls.  My  lips sore and bruised and my throat raw as 
he pulls out and wipes his cock head  on my cheek and lips.
    My eyes looking up at him and  seeing the whites of his eyes and the 
white row of teeth exposed by his wide  smile.
    Choking as I pull myself up and  brush as my knees.  Licking my lips as 
I thick I have over fed on semen as  it feels like a thick scum coating the 
inside of my mouth.
    Sliding back into the back seat  and feeling my back totally wet from 
the rain as I lay back and close my eyes  shivering at what just transpired.  
Not regretting it totally; but awed by  how easily I yielded to sucking 
four cocks and letting myself be  fingered.
    "I think we have seen enough of  the river, let go drop Patrice off at 
her house."  The ride quiet as we  quickly reach the main road and then the 
city of Poughkeepsie.  Climbing  out of the car and thanking the boys for 
the ride.  "Oh maybe we will give  you a real ride soon Patrice."  The 
chuckling of the boys loud as I walk to  my house and feel the moisture drenched on 
my top.  
    Hoping and lucky as no one was  waiting form me as I quickly strip down 
and put my clothes in my hamper.   Locking my bedroom door and then 
reaching into the hamper and taking out my  soggy panties and sniffing at the scent 
of my arousal and then sucking at the  wetness of the middle panel.  
Feeling the ache between my legs and on  my chest as my grease flows again and I 
finger myself to an orgasm.   Knowing I need a shower; but not wanting to 
filed questions if I leave my room  this late to shower.  
    Falling asleep to the scent of  my skanky body and tasting a film of 
semen in my mouth as slip into the arms of  Morpheus.....
 
    
    
 
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
 
    
    
    
    
       
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