Naturally, I couldn't wait to see what went on on Tuesday, so I wound up getting to school early. And, of course, I had to be around by the entrance where Carl was supposed to undress. I mean, where would you have been if the object of your crush was stripping down naked in public?
I was sort of lurking, peeking between people. Being short has its disadvantages, but then, it makes it easier to hide, too, because I didn't want Carl to know I was there.
So I saw the whole unveiling process through a thicket of torsos and elbows, I guess you could say.
I like Carl's body! He's kind of skinny, I know, but swimming has given him nice shoulders and pecs, and he has dreamy legs. His butt is cute, too, nice and tight, and now that I'd seen it naked I had this mad itch to grab it and squeeze it.
But poor Carl. He was so embarrassed! He was hot pink, I tell you. And then the girls started teasing him, and that was just more than I could take. I felt I just had to do something to get him out of that ring of cats. That's the only explanation I can give for what I did next.
I mean, what other reason can there be for me pushing my way through the crowd, making that wisecrack about "It's not how much you have that counts, it's how you use it." I mean, how in the world should I know?!
Schizo, that's what it was. It could only have been my evil twin taking over.
Not that Carl's cock is size impaired. Anything but, compared to Freschetti's. So, I suppose I was defending Freschetti, that ape, rather than Carl, but never mind, I was obviously not in my right mind anyway.
I took Carl's arm and led him away, and he came along as docile as any stray I've ever handled. He thanked me, and I admitted what I'd said had probably given everyone the impression that we'd "done it," even though we were two of probably no more than four virgins in the whole school at that point.
And then, when he commented on that, I had to come out with "We could prove `em right, you know," as I walked away, twitching my tail like I was in heat or something!
I can only blame my evil twin, hereinafter referred to as Myself.
And as for what happened in Math class, I throw myself on the mercy of the court. Carl was asking for help with his not-so-little problem, and you know me, teacher's pet, up goes my hand to volunteer!
I can't even blame Myself! Well, I didn't want someone else doing him! I mean, I have this crush on him, remember? How could you forget?
So, the next thing I know, I'm up in front of the whole class with a naked boy - Carl, to be specific - and I'm wrapping my hand around his hardon!
Jeepers! I'm STILL wondering how I could do that, even after everything that happened the rest of that week!
His cock was hot, and it was hard, with his skin like satin between my palm and his gristle. The head of it was softer, and it was leaking the clear stuff - precum, he called it I found out later. From a book I learned that it's a lubricant to make insertion into the girl's vagina easier, and that it can contain sperm cells, so don't think pulling out early can prevent pregnancy, `cause it can't!
I'd seen how he'd masturbated himself, of course, so I had a good idea what to do, and I knew what to expect, too. I could have taken the tissues Miss Gallison offered, but something inside me said "this is special!" so I took out my own hanky.
I felt his cock pulse, saw his gut tighten up and his thighs flex, and caught every bit of his semen on my hanky! It smelled musky, not bad, and I got some on my hand, of course. It was sticky/slippery, and I carefully wiped it off, and folded my hanky so it was all on the inside before I stuck it in the pocket of my skirt.
I haven't washed that hanky, and I never will! My mom says I'm a total pack-rat, and maybe I am, but that hanky marks a real milestone in my life!
In spite of all that, I was nervous that I hadn't done it right. So when he assured me I had, well, that made me feel proud! And when he thanked me, and I said "Any time," I really meant it, too, as you'll see later!
That was pretty much it for Math class, except Freschetti made an ass of himself again, as usual. I heard that he threatened Carl later, too, but Miss Gallison caught him at it and he had to back off.
What a dork!