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Blurb: My submission for the FDWritings Christmas Fest. Kay wants
to live her not-quite-normal life as a walking science
experiment, but someone's found a way to push all her buttons.
mf, exhib, f-solo, ff, oral, spanking

Copyright 2003. All rights reserved by the author (that's me,
Mark Reed). Posted here with permission.
Read at your own risk. If smut offends you, don't read this. If
you're younger than 18, don't read this.

Dedication: Thanks go to Frank Downey for providing his
experience on a few 'technical' matters, and to Girl Friday for
patiently listening to me babble about the story every day, and
for providing some very incisive feedback. More gratitude goes to
Mycroftxxx for his usual excellent editing and opinions, and to
Rod Ramsey, who was too sick with flu to help with this one, but
said he would try anyway. *Grin* Thanks, everyone!

Author's note: This is my submission to the FDWritings yahoo
group's Christmas Festival. A month or two ago, someone posted a
link to an article about a device placed in women that will allow
them to orgasm. The poster said that it was only a matter of time
before someone would write a story about it. Ladies and
gentlemen, your wait is over! *Grin* This story was a real
challenge for me. It started out as a small erotic mystery
similar in style to Birthday Surprise. It quadrupled (at least!)
in size and outgrew its original inspiration by leaps and bounds.
As a result, it's a bit thin on plot for its length, so be kind.
Kay and I argued near constantly over where to take this. She
kept going off in weird directions and would flat out refuse to
go with me at some points. A prime example happens near the end-
Kay *would not* let Jim take the control unit on their date, no
matter how hard I tried. I didn't learn *why* until just about
the time you do!

Christmas Angel
By Mark Reed

Oh God, it was starting again. Why now, why during English class
of all places? Why did it have to be with the class that had the
old crone teaching it? I closed my eyes and concentrated. Maybe
it would be like the last two episodes. If I could concentrate on
something else and not move anything that might stimulate it, it
could recede after a while and I wouldn't have to make a public
fool of myself- again.

I looked around nervously to see if anyone had noticed. Nobody
seemed to be watching me just yet. I looked over to Shandra in a
vain attempt for some kind of support. She was leaned back as far
as she could with her hands shoved in her pockets, her usual
'this is SO boring' sitting position. In all the years I'd been
friends with her, nobody had ever been able to get Shandra to
quit sitting like a boy when she got bored. Everyone was used to
it, though. That's just Shan for you. I finally caught her eye
and gave her my best attempt at telepathic communication. 'Help!'
She glanced at the stiffening nipples in my shirt and her curious
look became a worried frown. She tried to look consoling or
supportive, I guess, but it doesn't come off well when you're
across a crowded schoolroom and trying not to draw attention to
yourself. Then again, there wasn't anything she could actually
*do* if I went into another full-blown episode.

And that seemed to be where things were going, too. I could feel
it in my belly, literally. My skin began to tingle with little
electrical sparks and I felt like the lower parts of my abdomen
were on fire. My nipples had become fully erect and poked through
my bra and blouse like two little pleasure filled light bulbs.
Maybe that's why some guys call breasts "headlights." I grabbed
the hem of my skirt tightly with my hands so they would have
somewhere to grab other than my breasts. My skin was flushed and
my nipples ached to be touched, to be rubbed and rolled and
pinched and...

Enough of that. Can't think of that. My grip on my hem tightened
in frustration, making my hands shake slightly and the skin on my
thighs tingle a bit at the brush of the fabric. Maybe grabbing my
hem hadn't been such a bright idea. I kept having to stop myself
from lifting my skirt to reveal more of the soft skin of my
thighs, or running my fingers along my legs. I concentrated on
not stroking the skin that seemed far too close to my center for
my own comfort. I reminded myself that I didn't want to caress
myself, even though it felt so good and made my skin tingle and
created this incredibly delicious itch and...

NO! I decided my hands weren't safe on the lower half of my body
and wrapped them around my stomach just under my breasts. My
forearm brushed the bottoms of my swells through the bra and shot
electricity through my body again. I choked off a moan and looked
pleadingly up to Shandra. She was watching with a slightly
grimaced look, trying desperately and failing miserably at
holding back a smile. I vented some of my frustrations by
mentally cursing her to the lowest pits of hell for finding this
funny. SHE didn't have this problem! Why was it that I was the
one getting suddenly and unbelievably horny in the middle of
class?

Of course I knew the answer to that, or at least part of it. I
wasn't about to admit it to myself just then. In my current mood,
the knowledge that it was entirely my fault didn't help one
little bit. I forced my mind away from that avenue, but that only
allowed it to shift my attention back to my body and the sparkles
of energy running through it. Oh Gaaaawd it felt good. I felt so
warm and tingly and soft and sensitive. My skin was flushed and I
noticed I'd been squirming in my seat, trying to rub my aching
little clittie into something hard enough to stimulate it.

I could tell that this episode wasn't going to be one of the
warning ones. This one was going to be full blown. I hated what
was about to come. I loved what was about to come. I hated myself
for loving it, but I loved it all the same.

My squirming reached a kind of rhythm as I gave in to the
inevitable. The nerves along my back that always seemed to start
the episodes by tingling first were screaming with fire. I rocked
my hips slowly from side to side, rubbing the sensitive parts of
my center against one another and adding to the feelings running
through me. I closed my eyes and choked off another moan. The
fingers rolling my nipples drew my attention to my traitorous
hands. I slapped them back to the sides of my stomach and
wondered despairingly how long I could keep them there before
they snuck up and began cupping my breasts through my blouse and
bra again. Cupping them and squeezing them and pinching them
and...

Damn! I pulled them back down to my stomach. I noticed an odd
look from one of my neighbors and gave a mental grimace. The show
was about the start, it seemed.

Over the next few minutes my skin became even more flushed, until
my face was very noticeably red. My skin gleamed with sweat and
ached for contact. My center was throbbing with arousal and need.
My nipples seemed to pulse a little even through my clothes,
echoing the pulses shooting through my body from down below. I
was able to keep my hands around my stomach, but couldn't keep my
chest from swaying back and forth a little, rubbing the bottom of
my breasts lightly against one of my forearms. I decided it was
probably best to find a new place for my hands, and finally
thought to grab the edges of my desk. My knuckles quickly became
white from my death grip, which only seemed to draw further
attention to me from the students in class.

I couldn't keep from panting. I knew I was close; I could feel
the coming pleasure almost rippling up and down my spine. The
signals being shot through my body kept building in intensity,
taking me with them. The teacher stopped to stare at me along
with the rest of the class when I started shaking. My throat
closed to stop another moan. The loss of air forced me to take a
gasping breath, and I couldn't close my throat again soon enough
to stop the next moan from being heard. My body shivered and
shook as I felt myself reach the edge and get pushed across. The
shaking became worse as the pleasure flowing through my body
seemed to double, then triple as muscles tightened and
contracted. My mind practically blanked with pleasure. Far off in
the distance I heard a warbling scream. My immediate world was
only concerned with the rolling waves of bliss. I rubbed my legs
together frantically, heightening the stimulation in my center.
My nipples were little rockets, poking out for the world to see
and sending little thrills across my chest anytime the fabric of
my bra shifted even the smallest amount. Slowly the fire climbing
up and down my spine began to fade, diminishing the heat in my
center along with it. My world expanded beyond my body once more
and I opened my eyes to absorb the picture presented before them.


Just like all the other times, everyone had turned to stare
silently at me. Expressions varied from fright to amazement to
curiosity to snickering. Shandra, the only other person in the
room who actually knew the true reasons for my shakes and
shudders during my 'episodes' had a poker face. The teacher
seemed to finally collect herself and tried to take control of
the class.

"Miss McDavis, if you will please find your way to the nurse's
station or the principal's office?" She swept her head around,
gaining the focus of the rest of the class while I scrambled to
collect my things and ran from the room. "Now, can anyone tell me
why Earnest Hemmingway's works are so well regarded? As we've
seen in 'For Whom the Bell Tolls,' he has a style unlike anything
we've seen before in this class." I shut the door to the rest of
the lecture and half stumbled my way to a bathroom. I needed to
clean myself before heading to the principal's office. Going to
the nurse's station would be a pointless waste of time.

----

Principal Becker clasped his hands tightly on the desk before him
and stared at me. I looked him boldly in the nose, concentrating
on the overly large bulbous protrusion to keep myself from
quelling under the scrutiny. When he stares you down and you make
the mistake of looking him in the eyes, you lose all control of
your mouth and start spilling all your secrets out before him.
It's horrible. The silence grows and grows and you keep saying
more and more in an attempt to fill it. When he first gave me The
Stare, I spent 20 minutes telling him about all my boyfriend
troubles before he finally stopped me to ask if I knew anything
about a missing backpack. I didn't, but to this day I still quell
at the thought of The Stare. The only thing you can do is keep
your mind on something different and not look him in the eyes
until he gives up and starts asking questions. I had every skin
cell of the small pimple just above his right nostril memorized
when he startled me with speech.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me, Miss McDavis?" I swear
he can sound just like my mother at times- all sweet and kind and
completely deadly.

"Yes Mr. Becker," I answered timidly. "I was in English class
earlier, and I had another seizure, sir." I silently thanked the
good Lord for the excuse of epilepsy for what seemed the
hundredth time, but was probably closer to the tenth.

"Mmmm," he intoned neutrally. "Can you describe what the seizure
felt like?"

I blinked in surprise. This was not going to be a standard
grilling. Good ol' Becky was asking a different set of questions.
"Well sir, I know I started shaking and my skin got all hot. I
was sweaty when I came to and I think I started moaning at some
point. I might have screamed, too, but I don't remember it too
well. It gets all fuzzy and I lose track of myself. Usually I
just feel it start and begin to shake, then everything's a jumble
until I open my eyes and realize five or ten minutes have
passed." Suddenly I wished I had been more attentive when I had
looked at the medical dictionary in the library. I was hoping
that claiming memory loss would let me skate by without any
further questions.

Principal Becker's frown told me things weren't going to be so
easy. "I see," he said as he leaned back in his chair. He took a
file from his desk, mine I'd guess, and glanced through it. "Miss
McDavis, is there anything else you'd like to add to that?
Perhaps something you might want to correct in your previous
tale? It might save everyone a great deal of grief later." He
looked me in the eye and I quickly shifted to his nose before The
Stare could be established.

"No sir," I simpered. Just that I'm actually a living test
subject for the next breakthrough in medical science. Nothing
important at all, sir. No sireee, nothing odd about me.

"You do realize," Becky drawled with a sardonic expression, "that
lying to school faculty could lead to serious consequences?" Gawd
he was *exactly* like my mother. I could tell by the tone of
voice that he didn't actually have anything on me.

I briefly considered looking him in the eye but decided it wasn't
a good time to risk a run in with The Stare. I kept my focus
firmly on his large nose. "Yes sir, but I've done my best to tell
you everything I remember and not leave anything out. I don't
want to cause any trouble, sir." I was the picture of innocence.
A little angel descended from Heaven to embody the virtues of
honesty and earnestness. You'd never have looked at me and
imagined that not twenty minutes before I had been cumming up a
storm in the middle of a crowded room.

"Very well, Miss McDavis," he intoned. "But perhaps one day
you'll tell me what's really going on. I've done a little
research since our last meeting in this office and I am firmly of
the opinion that you have a perfectly healthy mind and nervous
system. As far as I and your teachers can tell, you are not doing
anything to cause these little incidents, but withholding
information from me IS a punishable offense and if these little
incidents continue to occur, I'm going to demand that you explain
yourself. Is that clear, Miss McDavis?"

One thing I gotta give him, he did stern *very* very well! I
remained the embodiment of honesty and innocence while I looked
him in the nose and nodded. "Yes, Principal Becker." Not on your
life, Becky!

"Very well, then." He scribbled his signature on a piece of paper
in the center of his desk and handed it to me. "Please attend to
your next class. You appear recovered enough from your 'trauma'
to continue your education. Please contact the school nurse if
you feel anything unusual throughout the rest of the day." I
turned and calmly walked into the outer room, closed his office
door, collected my bag, and headed for my next class. I took my
time, letting the possibilities of another meeting with Becky
sink in. God, I HAD to figure out how to stop this!

----

"So Shan says you had another episode in English class," Sarah
said.

I took another bite from the mystery lunch of the day and nodded.
"One of the big ones. Everyone was staring. I had to go to
Becky's office and get a stern talking to. He's not buying the
epilepsy line anymore. I'm going to have to come up with
something convincing." I grabbed my carton of milk and mangled
the tab until it opened.

"Well, you could always try the truth," Amy offered.

I snorted, nearly spitting the milk I had just started drinking
straight out my nose. I coughed and spluttered for a moment
before I collected myself enough to look at Amy like she was an
idiot. "That'd be a real comfortable little talk. 'Yes, Mr.
Becker. I sort of have this night job where I'm a living test
dummy for the next evolution in vibrators, and somehow someone's
found a way to make me cum like a mad woman in the middle of my
classes.' God, Amy. Could you try to suggest something less
embarrassing, like maybe just stripping and letting him spank me
in school assembly or something?" This had been delivered in a
hushed, low tone, which ended in a hiss. Things were embarrassing
enough; I didn't want anyone else in the school to know or I'd go
from slight social outcast to public laughingstock. I looked
around nervously to make sure my little speech had gone
unnoticed.

Amy blushed and had the good sense to keep her mouth shut after
that. "Oh, I don't know," Shandra piped up. "You'd probably be
real popular with the boys. Then again, the whole idea of getting
spanked in the front of a school assembly doesn't sound half bad,
either." She grew one of those grins she got when she was
thoroughly considering something naughty.

Sarah rolled her eyes and steered the conversation clear of that
possibility before Shan could start petitioning for one of her
crazy ideas. "So you got any ideas yet? It'll have to be a pretty
personal thing to explain fibbing in the first place. I mean,
embarrassment seems like your best option to deflect punishment
for changing stories. You think I should alter the medical
records back to normal?" Sarah was not only my best friend, but
also the resident hacker of the group. We were all geeks in our
own way, so we stuck up for each other. When Shan and Amy had
seen my first episode and Amy mentioned it had looked like I'd
been having a fit, I'd gotten the idea of claiming epilepsy as a
plausible excuse. Sarah had skipped a class to do some quick work
in the school records before my first meeting with Principal
Becker. Things had worked out pretty well, until now.

"I dunno," I said as I thought things through. "Better keep them
like they are until I have a more solid idea of what to say. We
should have a little time. Usually I don't have more than twice
every three days. I'm hoping the cum gods will be lenient. Maybe
the next few will just be the warning kind, and I won't actually
orgasm." I shifted nervously. I still didn't have a clue what was
causing the beads in my spine to go off outside of the lab, but
at this point I was betting the cause wasn't something as
innocent as low flying aircraft. My episodes only happened in
certain classes. I figured that a person was behind this, who at
least knew my schedule if they weren't a student. The problem was
that there were too many ways for someone clever enough to
discover the frequency of the surgically implanted electrodes to
cover themselves. I couldn't count on my fellow classmates being
the only suspects, even though it seemed convenient. Of course, I
didn't have a high opinion of the majority of my classmates,
either. The idea of one of them masterminding a plot to embarrass
me seemed farfetched. It was frustrating. Anyone obvious was
probably too dumb, and anyone not obvious was too hard to find. I
sighed and slumped a little on the bench.

"Heads up," Sarah's tightly controlled voice told me everything I
needed to know. I slowly and naturally shifted out of my defeated
position into something more haughty and confident, and pointedly
didn't look around. Whoever was on their way would show them self
soon enough.

I didn't have to wait long, either. A shuffling sound behind me
announced a visitor to the table just before Jim Stewart sat on
the bench next to me. "Hi," he said nervously. Jim was cute as
hell, and had a lovely tenor voice that made my nipples want to
poke through my blouse again. "Um, Kay? I was wondering if you
were doing anything tonight. Maybe I could take you to dinner and
a movie?"

Oh wow! He was asking me on a date?!? This was just too cool. Too
bad I couldn't go. I had an appointment at the lab tonight for
more 'product testing.' I schooled my face into an apologetic
expression. "Gee, I'm sorry Jim. Tonight's bad for me. I'm not
free until Sunday night, and I was hoping to spend some time with
my family. Could you ask me again next week? It's a really bad
time for me right now." That was about as honest as I could get
without going into details. I hoped he would talk to me again
next week, but I doubted it.

His face fell. "Oh, alright. I understand. I don't suppose I
could get you to reconsider?" He looked hopefully at me for a
moment, but I just shook my head and he nodded, resigned. He
stood up from the bench, lifted a hand, and snapped his fingers
once. He started walking away, but stopped and turned at my gasp.

Fire surged up and down my spine. My pussy clenched and loosened,
then clenched again. My skin flushed red-hot as the sensation
flooded my body, faster than anything I had ever felt outside of
the lab. My nipples practically knotted up beneath my bra. My
body shook as my insides turned to sudden jelly. The pleasure
seemed to course through my veins. My orgasm was fast and
incredibly intense. I moaned, but it seemed muffled for some
reason. My world expanded as the pleasure receded, and I realized
why my moan had been muffled. My head was buried in Sarah's
chest, and I was clutching her so hard that it looked like I was
trying to merge with her. I gasped for breath as I backed away a
little. She patted me on the shoulder, but most of her attention
was focused on shooting a laser beam with her eyes straight
through Jim's head. Jim was looking at me, completely astounded.
Across the table, Amy kept switching her gaze between Jim and me
in complete shock while Shan tried to copy Sarah's laser beam
technique.

I gained enough composure to become angry. I shot venom at Jim.
"Sit," I hissed. He looked at me dumbly. "Sit," I repeated, this
time with a tone that promised dire consequences. "Here. Now."

Jim sat. He looked around the table and his face took on the
expression of a person who realizes that they have done something
very very bad but don't have a clue as to what it might have
been. "Talk," I hissed. Jim's mouth flapped uselessly.

Sarah jumped in to play good cop. "You'd better tell her what she
wants to know. I've seen her like this. You *really* don't want
to rile her." Her tone wasn't exactly pleasant, but it was a
great deal friendlier from the laser beams Jim was still getting
from the pair across the table.

Jim looked from me to Sarah, his expression that of a deer
staring at headlights. "Uhhh," he stated eloquently. His gaze
shifted from Sarah back to me and turned from 'huh?' to 'Oh
Shit!' "I... I had no idea that would happen. I don't even know
what DID happen. I just got a note earlier today and I was doing
what it said."

My eyes narrowed at this. I drilled into him with my own version
of The Stare. Sarah knew me well enough to pick up the good cop
mantle again. "Tell us about this note."

Jim's eyes never left mine. He was pinned, with only his mouth
able to move. "I got a note in my locker after second period
today. It said that if I was interested in you, to ask you out at
lunch today. It said that I'd be earning myself a favor if I
followed the directions. I was supposed to clap twice if you said
yes, or snap my fingers once if you said no. I didn't know
something would actually *happen* to you, I swear! I was just
doing what the angel said."

"Angel?" Sarah's voice was full of curiosity. I was intrigued as
well, but my job was to keep him pinned while he spilt his guts.

"Yeah, the note was signed 'Kays Christmas Angel.' I thought it
was pretty weird, but I didn't think it would harm anything."
Jim's face turned earnest. "I didn't mean to hurt you, honest!
What happened?"

"That's none of your concern," I said tightly. Jim flinched.
There was a drawn out moment of silence, so I discreetly poked
Sarah's leg.

She got the clue. "Can we see the note?"

Jim's expression turned nervous. "The note said to throw it away.
I can take you to the trashcan where I threw it, but I'm pretty
sure it's gone. The janitors usually clean that hall during
fourth period."

I let my expression change to only slightly suspicious, releasing
him from The Stare. "Was there anything about the note that
seemed strange? Something you'd recognize a second time? A smell,
a cut on the border, anything that seemed unusual?" I asked in a
gentle tone. Jim seemed so relieved from being spared my further
ire that he probably didn't even think of lying, which was the
point of switching to friendly, not that I was all that angry
with him in the first place. He's too cute to stay mad at for
very long.

Jim thought for a moment. "The handwriting was real sloppy, and
the letters were big. There weren't any tears on it. It was
neatly folded. I didn't think to smell it." He blushed slightly,
whether at the thought of a scented letter or for not thinking to
check I didn't know.

The bell rang, ending the lunch period. I gave him a small hug.
"Thanks Jim. Ask me out again next week, okay? I'll be free
during Christmas break. I gotta go to class. See you soon!" I
grabbed my bag and skittered away, leaving Jim clueless as to
what happened and still reeling from the grilling he had
received. I preferred it that way.

Sarah, Shandra, and Amy caught up to me. "Wow," Amy breathed.
"That was... wow."

"It was interesting," Sarah said absently. I glanced at her to
confirm the tone with her facial expression. She was lost in a
world of thought, and probably would be for the next several
hours. I hoped they were more worry free for her than they would
be for me. I couldn't help but take that little incident
personally. Someone in that lunchroom was pushing my buttons,
almost literally, and things were NOT taking a benevolent air. I
sighed.

"Hey Kay," Shandra popped in. "Why *did* you turn Jim down? It's
obvious you like him."

I gave her a look. Well duh! "I have an appointment this evening,
just like I said." Shan was still confused. "I'm going to see my
*lab* partner," I said significantly.

"Ohhhh," Shan said, finally Getting It. Then her face turned
curious again. "All week?"

I shrugged. "Yep. A girl's gotta earn her dollars. I'm a little
ahead on homework so I told them I'd be able to pull extra hours.
I could probably get out of a night if I really tried..." but I
needed the money. "But it really is a lot of fun, and Jim can
always ask me next week. I'll clear off a day or two for him."
Shandra just nodded at that.

Amy grabbed Sarah's arm and split off to drag Sarah to their next
class. Shan and I headed to gym.

----

The familiar tingles in my spine started again just a little
before I got to the changing room. It wasn't anything too
serious; these were the gentle kind of tingles. They'd explained
it to me in the lab, and the night testing allowed me to become
particularly familiar with this 'setting.' The beads, as I liked
to call them, were actually weird little electronic devices
attached to specific nerves up and down my spinal column. Working
in conjunction, they can manipulate a variety of bodily
functions. If you can find the right combination of electrical
pulses (and the right nerves to send them along) you can control
practically anything. That's why the company I 'worked' for was
interested in having actual people to test things with. I'm not
sure how they ever managed to make the whole 'living test dummy'
part legal, but I expect a lot of money changed hands behind
closed doors. Regardless of all that, the labs were looking for
people of all ages and both sexes to try things out on. Since I'm
young and don't have any spinal damage (and probably because the
male lab technicians enjoy watching me climax, the pervs) their
primary focus with me in particular is the sexual aspects of the
'product.' Personally, I think it's a damn good idea. Orgasm
whenever you want just by using some sort of remote control unit?
Sounds good to me! Then again, I've never really liked using a
vibrator all that much. So kill me- I'm weird.

Anyway, in the four months I'd been working as a living test
dummy, I'd had the chance to feel a lot of what the little beads
could do. One of the first successes (beyond the obvious-
obtaining orgasm) involved learning to regulate the level of
arousal I felt. After a bit of experimentation, they finally
found a way to raise and lower the 'stimulation' the beads sent
through me. I thought that had been terrific at the time. It
wasn't until about three weeks ago that I learned the downside.
One day the beads activated while I was sitting in class. I was
surprised, but it was only a low level of stimulation so I wasn't
overly concerned. The problem was that it *stayed* a low level of
stimulation all day long! By the end of school I was frustrated
enough to hump a handrail. I spent most of my afternoon
masturbating or trying to do my homework. It wasn't until that
evening when I went into the lab that I could get it turned off.
Nobody's ever bothered to give ME anything that could turn the
damned beads off. The techs just said it must have resulted from
a glitch or a stray signal or something, and said I could come to
the lab if I ever needed to have it turned off. Bastards.

At the time it wasn't actually a big deal. I didn't get pissed or
anything. It had only happened that one day. I didn't start
getting pissed until about four days later, after having to
endure three days of low-grade frustration and two episodes in
the middle of class. I gave up on looking to the techs for any
help, though. Being a test dummy is a very high paying job for
the one or two hours a night you put in. I didn't want to lose it
by complaining. Besides, I figured my friends could handle it.
Shan's a regular wizard with electronics, and Amy's amazing at
finding practical applications for math. I figured if the two of
them put their heads together while Sarah and I figured out who
or what was causing the mayhem, we could wrap things up nice and
neat pretty quick. So far, none of us had been able to make any
progress.

So here I was, stuck with a perverted maniac running around with
some kind of uber-remote taking delight in either embarrassing me
in the middle of class or sexually frustrating me all day long.
Whoever they are learned their lesson though- the beads always
turned off when school got out. I guess they didn't want me
reporting anything to the lab.

I sighed heavily as I changed clothes for gym class. Usually
after an episode I'd get a break for at least half the day. Today
I get two episodes in the same day and the arousal starts right
back up again. I could tell it was going to be a long afternoon.

----

I didn't have to wait very long before I proved myself right. We
were doing generally useless displays of strength for that week
in gym, or so it seemed to me. This class period, everyone (well,
all the girls) had to climb a rope and touch a flag about fifteen
feet in the air. I actually thought it was going to be an easy
day until it was my turn. Somehow I don't think any of the other
girls had as much of a challenge as I did. About eight feet up
the rope, I felt something different begin to run up and down my
spine along with the arousal and my bladder started to contract.

I closed my eyes. This couldn't possibly be happening. I took a
breath and raised my arm up to lift myself further up the rope.
It seemed like the higher I got, the worse I had to pee. I didn't
get very far before it was taking all of my concentration to not
wet my gym shorts. The teacher started yelling at me to keep
climbing. I tightened my knees together and kept trying to climb.

Mercifully, my bladder didn't get any worse than it already was,
but I couldn't climb very well while trying to hold my pee in. My
muscles were strained from being so tense, and I lost my grip on
the rope for a split second. I dropped about three feet and got
rope burn trying to stop myself from falling. My bladder was
still begging for release, and I hung there a moment, trying to
decide which direction to go. I looked around me, realizing that
not only were all the girls watching me, but most of the guys had
stopped their basketball game from across the gym to stare at me,
too. After another moment of hesitation, I climbed down the rope
until I could safely drop to the floor. A few moments after I
touched the ground and walked away from the rope, my bladder
seemed to loosen and I didn't need to pee anymore. I sighed in
relief.

The teacher, of course, wanted to know what my problem was. She'd
seen me climb that rope a few times before and knew I hadn't had
any trouble with it. I managed to deflect her questions by saying
I wasn't feeling well, and she told me I'd have to climb the rope
again the next day. I spent the rest of class watching people
climb. Some of the bitches got to where I had been and pretended
to lose their grip, pantomiming panic. It got giggles and
derisive laughter from most of the crowd, but I didn't care. It
was much better alternative to the other embarrassment I could
have suffered.

When class ended, I headed to the changing room to get into my
normal clothes. There was a neatly folded note tucked under my
blouse. It was written in large, sloppy handwriting.

"I could have made you lose control. Tomorrow is another day. Jim
is a nice guy. He deserves a date. Try not to worry- I will take
real good care of you two. --your Christmas Angel"

----

I caught Jim between sixth and seventh period. He looked a little
scared to see me. "Hi Kay. What's wrong?"

I was confused for a moment, before I realized I hadn't been
hiding my emotions too well. "Oh, sorry Jim. I'm just really
pissed off about something that happened earlier. It doesn't have
anything to do with you." I took a deep breath and projected
friendliness. "Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I'm free for
tonight after all. You still up for dinner and a movie?"

His concern turned to relief, then happiness. "Sure! Absolutely.
Um, pick you up at six?"

I nodded and gave him directions to my house, then hugged him and
walked off. I was considerably happier than I had been only
minutes before. It wasn't going out with Jim that had me pissed.
I thought he was cute and was thrilled he had asked me out. It
was being manipulated into it that really upset me. I decided
then and there that if Jim turned out to be the Christmas Angel,
I was going to rip his balls off. In fact, I had decided to rip
the balls off the Christmas Angel no matter who he was.

Three or four minutes into my next class, the arousal stopped. I
guessed that the Angel had heard about my date with Jim. I
concentrated on paying attention to the class for a change; the
homicidal fantasies would show on my face.

----

Jim picked me up promptly at six. I was tempted to pull him
inside and make him go through the parental grilling, but I
wasn't feeling *that* vicious. I was waiting by the door, dressed
in one of my nicer blouse and skirt combinations and holding my
purse. I have a thing for skirts- I'll use one whenever I
possibly can. Not that I have anything against jeans or something
like that, I just *really* enjoy the feel of a skirt.
Particularly a flounce skirt, although the one I was wearing was
much more demure than that. This outfit was casual, but not 'fuck
me' casual. Definitely didn't want to be sending THAT signal on
the first date. (Oh, if I had only known!)

I heard Jim pull up and opened the door before he could do
anything stupid like honk his horn or come within a ten-foot
radius of my parents. I knew it would appear kind of eager, but
hell, after turning him down at first he probably needed an ego
shot. Besides, it's *much* easier to correct a poor first
impression you've made on your date than to correct the poor
first impression your date would surely make on your parents.
Hmmm... Maybe *this* is why I was never a hit in the social
circles.

He took me to dinner first. I was kind of expecting something
like Denny's. You know, the cheapest food you can eat sitting
down short of McDonalds or your own couch. He surprised me
though- Fuddruckers. Not exactly the most stylish joint, but it
had a nice element of fun to it that I rather enjoyed. I figured
we either had similar senses of taste or he was just *really*
hungry. As it turned out, he wasn't that hungry. We spent a lot
of time nibbling on our food and chatting amiably. It was a bit
awkward, but not as awkward as a first date usually is. I hadn't
been asked out all that often before, but I like to listen to
people and observe them when they aren't watching, and I had done
a *lot* of research on dating.

After I got to know him, Jim kind of grew on me. He didn't have
the most outspoken sense of humor, but he *did* have one. He
wasn't too outgoing, but he wasn't an introvert, either. He
seemed pretty decent in the brains department, and wasn't
intimidated by my intelligence. He was a pretty ordinary guy.
Nevertheless, he grew on me. Kind of like a really amiable
fungus.

We continued chatting about whatever as he drove us to the movie
theatre. We'd already discussed our tastes in movies while
eating, so I knew a sappy romance was out. I was kind of
relieved. I like sappy romances, but I prefer to watch them with
Sarah and the gang. I also knew that tonight wasn't going to me a
horror movie night, so that was out. There wasn't an action movie
that we both hadn't seen. We decided on a comedy.

Jim was handing me one of the newly purchased tickets when I
noticed a familiar face out of the corner of my eye. "Shannnnny!"
I squealed.

"Kayyyleeee!" Shandra squealed back. We hugged the stuffing out
of each other. I was still kind of nervous from the date, so
seeing one of my friends around helped. While we hugged, she put
her mouth next to my ear. "I pulled watch duty tonight," she
whispered. I squeezed her tighter before letting go. She asked me
which movie I'd be seeing, and then assured me she'd be in one of
the seats near the exit if anything happened. With that little
boost to my confidence level, I allowed Jim to collect me and
followed him into the theatre.

The pre-movie previews were fun. We fell back into our rapport
pretty quickly once we were seated and whispering to each other.
We'd picked a seat on the back row for privacy purposes, and so
far nobody was in the immediate area. Much to my eventual relief,
the seats around us stayed empty the whole movie though.

About three minutes into the start of the movie, I suddenly had
to go to the bathroom. I excused myself and hurried to the
theatre's restroom. About halfway there, I didn't have to go
anymore. I stood in the middle of the hall for a moment in
confusion, then turned around and headed back to my seat. When I
got there, Jim was holding a crumpled note. Even in the dim
light, I could see he was blushing. He explained that the note
had been thrown while I was gone, and had hit him smack dab on
the right cheek because he was focused on the movie. I asked him
if he could give me a direction from the trajectory but he had
been too out of it to notice. I frowned and opened the note to
read the large, scrawling script.

"Movies are for cuddling and other forms of entertainment. Surely
you were not going to zone out the whole time, were you? Now be a
good girl and get his arm around you. He IS your date, you know.
--Christmas Angel"

I had REALLY hoped to avoid something like this. If that bastard
was around here somewhere, things were going to get much more
difficult. I imagined the possibilities he could use to coerce
me, and wondered if it was better to look like a slut to Jim, or
to explain the situation. He solved the dilemma for me.

"I thought that note was for me at first, so I read it. I'm not
sure what's going on, Kay, but I'd like to know at least a little
of it. This is the second note from this Christmas Angel person
I've seen today. Why is he bothering you, and what exactly
happened at lunch today?"

I sighed. This was SO not a first date conversation. "Jim, I have
a kind of night job. There have been some interesting
breakthroughs in medical science lately, and I've signed up to
help test one of them. Over the summer I had a surgery to place
several electrical devices in my back. With the proper research,
a lot of nerve pathways in the spine can be stimulated to help
the body do things. If it all works out, medical science will be
able to control certain bodily functions, and possibly help more
people walk again. I'm too young for the more risky research, so
they use me to fine tune control on some of the nerve pathways
they've already proven safe. My job mostly involves giving
feedback on what I feel from the devices, and any aftereffects
the stimulation might cause."

I paused and took a few deep breaths, gathering my courage. I
figured that since it was going to come out anyway, I might as
well get the more embarrassing parts out, too. "Jim, in my
specific case, a lot of the nerve pathways that are being
manipulated and fine tuned are... sexual. One of the implants'
possible uses is arousing a woman or making her orgasm. I've
heard it's being tried with men, too, but I've only met some of
the women in town who are helping with the same kind of research
I'm involved in. The pleasure beads," I caught myself too late
and blushed furiously. "The implants... they're controlled
remotely. The control device is small enough to be portable too,
so most of them look like over expensive universal remotes." I
stopped again as that possibility sank in. No... It was too
simple to be possible. Still, I'd have to mention it to the gang
at some point later on. I wasn't sure how to take the idea of my
sexuality being an auxiliary option next to someone's TV and VCR.
Part of me was repulsed, but the other part...

"Okay," Jim drawled slowly. "So how does this Christmas Angel
come into the picture?"

I took another deep breath. "Jim, you must hear some of the
rumors going around the school. What are people saying about my
shaking fits in the middle of class?"

I might have seen him wince, but I wasn't looking directly at him
and wasn't sure in the dim light. "Most people are saying you've
had epilepsy all your life and can't hide it anymore. Some people
think you've got some other kind of mental disorder. Mostly
people don't know. Some of the rumors, um, aren't kind."

I smiled sardonically at that. "Out of the possibilities, that's
about what I'd hoped for. Jim, most nights of the week I work. I
was supposed to work tonight, actually, but I got out of it. When
I go into the lab, they use the remotes they have there to turn
my implants on and collect the data they want. It's been that way
since summer, but the lab is the ONLY place the implants are
supposed to be turned on. Nobody else should have access to the
frequencies, or be able to build an appropriate control device.
About three weeks ago, my implants started turning on in school.
Regularly. The shaking and moaning fits I've been having in
class... Well, they aren't so innocent as a seizure." There was
no way I was going to say it out loud in public. If he couldn't
piece it together, he didn't need to know. A particularly white
flash from the movie screen lit up his face enough for me to
realize that I didn't need to worry about a lack of
understanding. I shook my head a little to get myself back on
track, and connected the last dot for him. "I haven't received
anything from this Christmas Angel person before today, but this
is the third note today, and whoever it is has made it evident
that they are the one pushing my buttons." I watched his face
intently, and shifted in my chair. "That's my secret, Jim. Are
you going to take me home now, or can you handle it?"

He snapped out of the slight daze he'd been in. "Kay, I'm sorry
about this Angel person stalking you. I wish I could do something
to stop him. I've liked you for a while now, and probably would
have asked you out sooner or later even without the note. But I'm
sorry it has to be this way, tonight. I'll take you home if you
want to, but personally I'd like to hang around and give it a
shot anyway." He paused for a moment, and I shifted in my chair
again. "As for other stuff, it doesn't matter to me. Well, that's
not true. It's kind of exciting. But I don't think worse about
you or anything like that. I think you're great with or without
the techno gadgets."

Well, he does have a way with words, doesn't he? "Thanks, Jim.
You have no idea what a relief it is to hear that," I said as I
shifted again in my chair, even more uncomfortable. "And speaking
of relief, I *really* have to go to the bathroom, so I'll be back
in a few minutes." I smiled at him, and he grinned. I stood up to
go, but didn't get three chairs down the row before nature's
already insistent call turned to a roar. I squeaked and froze.
This time I recognized the faint, odd tingles running up and down
my spine. Damn! I slowly walked to my chair and tried sitting
down. Jim looked at me curiously, but the need to pee went away.
Less than five seconds later, I felt my bladder tighten again,
back to that insistent call of nature feeling.

"That bastard's playing games," I hissed. Jim just nodded dumbly.
I looked around the theatre, seeing if anyone was watching us,
but I didn't notice anyone. I didn't see anyone I recognized
either, although I did spot Shandra in one of the seats near the
exit ramp.

I closed my eyes and tried to think. The bastard was obviously
into manipulation, so what did he want me to do? I shifted
uncomfortably in my chair again and noticed a small crinkling
sound. The note! He wanted me to get closer to Jim. I put up the
armrest between us and leaned into him, pinning his arm to his
side. Half a minute later, the need to pee disappeared
altogether. I gave a relieved sigh, earning me a raised eyebrow
from Jim. "All better," I said simply, and then returned my
attention to the movie.

I didn't get to see much more of the film before my need to pee
returned. I tensed up, earning me a concerned glance from Jim. If
this continues all night, I thought, I'm going to have to ask the
fucking Angel for a refund on my tickets. I wasn't getting a
chance to actually watch the movie! Not that *I* had paid for the
tickets, mind you, but it's the principle of the matter. I looked
threateningly at the movie screen for a moment, then freed Jim's
arm and put it around my shoulders. The need to pee disappeared
pretty quickly, but the low-grade arousal sensations replaced it.


"All better?" Jim asked with a smile.

I glanced at him sidelong before returning my gaze to the screen.
"Somewhat," I muttered.

We got distracted by one of the really good parts of the movie. I
guess the Angel did too, because I was left alone for a while,
shifting ever now and again and hoping the smell wouldn't get too
intense. I hadn't noticed it yet, which was a good sign because I
have a sensitive nose.

After a while, I felt the need to pee return. I decided that I
was rather glad I hadn't drunk anything right before the movie,
because all I needed right then was nature getting in the way.
Well, natural nature. I snuggled tightly into Jim and rested my
head on his chest. He shifted to accommodate me and the need to
pee left. I was beginning to imagine it as a little yellow ball,
bouncing up to me across the isle, making me cling tighter and
tighter to Jim, then snickering as it slowly rolled away.

After a bit I realized that I was feeling really nice. I was
enjoying the cuddle, forced though it was, and I could kind of
hear the steady (and slightly fast) beating of Jim's heart.
Anytime either of us became amused with the movie, the other
immediately knew it and reacted in kind. We were beginning to
have a really good time, and my bladder was left alone for the
longest time. After a while I started shifting uncomfortably for
a completely different reason. My nipples were poking into my bra
and blouse. I could smell myself, too. At some point, Jim's hand
had wandered off my shoulder and dropped to my chest. He played
with my blouse material for a while, and after I didn't object he
cupped my right breast. I inhaled deeply, but through conscious
effort made sure it wasn't a sharp inhalation. With the way I was
feeling, there was no way I was going to object to that!

We stayed like that for a bit, and I cuddled closer to him of my
own volition. He got a bit more active with my breast, and I
tried to cuddle even closer. I realized that I had done
practically everything but climb up onto his lap. Naturally,
that's when the need to pee returned. I closed my eyes and asked
whatever gods were listening why I couldn't do this in my own
time. If they heard, they must have been on the Angel's side. The
call became more insistent, until I decided to do something about
it.

I stood up to scurry to the bathroom, but didn't get very far
before the urge to pee became so bad I had to stop and cross my
legs. I came very close to pissing all over theatre floor. I
glanced around the seats with a strangled look, both begging for
mercy and hoping I'd catch the bastard watching me. I was getting
more than a few odd looks from patrons, and Shandra was giving me
a concerned frown from the exit. I waved to her and headed
painfully back to my seat. The urge passed completely but came
back at a lighter insistence seconds later. When I got back to
Jim, I gave in.

I made sure the arm on the other side of his chair was up, and
then sat in his lap with my arms draped over his neck. I kept my
body oriented to the side so he'd have an unobstructed view of
the movie, but he wasn't looking at the screen very much. I
smiled nervously. "Just trying to keep things fun!" I said in an
attempt at an upbeat chirp that failed miserably. His look
softened into something I can't describe (it had better not have
been pity!) and he nodded. I tried to return my attention back to
the movie, but had three very good reasons to be distracted.

First, I felt like my pussy was being vibrated from the inside,
and the tension was beginning to get to me. I kept shifting
around in Jim's lap, which focused my attention on my second
reason. Jim was *very* erect, and I was sitting and wiggling
right on top of it. Third, my nipples had practically drilled
holes through my bra, and I desperately wanted one or both of his
hands on my breasts.

I made eye contact with Jim and tried a telepathic message. Get
your hands on my tits, NOW! I thought. To my utter surprise, he
tentatively raised a hand and began to fondle me. I guess males
have an easier time receiving telepathic messages if they are
saturated in lust. Once I had his hand where I wanted it, I
leaned in a bit and began a gentle, close-mouthed kiss.

Ohhh, it felt SO good. He dropped a hand under my blouse and
started squeezing me through my bra and stroking the flesh around
and above it. I squirmed happily in his lap, taking a perverse
delight in rubbing my ass against his erection. He was just
starting to work his way around my bra when my bladder began to
twitch uncomfortably. I froze. What in the hell else is there to
do, I thought. Ya want me to fuck him in the back row of the
theatre? You asshole! I continued to rail at the angel. It must
have showed on my face. It certainly showed in the rest of my
body.

"What's wrong, baby?" Jim murmured. Baby? I put that one off for
later.

I looked at him guiltily. "Um, our perverted chaperone wants me
to step it up another notch, but honestly I don't know what else
to do that wouldn't get us both arrested." I began wondering if
that was the asshole's plan all along. Was this just an attempt
at public humiliation?

Jim's face underwent a transformation of emotion that had a
surprising amount of variety. Surprise, disbelief, anger, lust,
shock, hurt, lust, outrage, calm, lust, suspicion, pride, lust,
and settled on concern (with a dash of lust, bless his heart).
"Do you want to go any further, baby?" He asked quietly. "I can
probably rush you to the bathroom if worse comes to worst."

Awww. How sweat. How noble. How self-serving. I saw right through
him, but liked what I saw. "Yes," I answered just as quietly.
"I'd like to keep going. I'm just not ready for... and this
definitely isn't the right place!"

He nodded and smiled. "Let's try this," he said with a
mischievous sparkle in his eye. He whispered his idea into my
ear, and I decided it was worth a shot.

I stood up from his lap long enough for him to spread his legs. I
sat on one of his legs, straddling it between my own, facing him.
We started kissing again, and his hand crept under my shirt with
more confidence.

Oh I *liked* this! His lips were cushiony but firm in a way
that's hard to describe. His hand trailed gently over my stomach
(it would have caused me to giggle if I hadn't been so
distracted) before it found my right breast again and began
working its way around my bra. The other hand worked to unbutton
the blouse, then quickly joined its counterpart subverting my
bra. His leg felt muscular and strong and was pressed up against
JUST the right place. I was positive his pants leg was going to
be soaked in minutes if it wasn't already. Our kiss grew more
passionate and I suddenly realized our mouths were open. His
tongue was questing around my mouth and teasing my tongue. I
began to rock my hips forward and back, almost not able to stop
the motions but not wanting to stop it anyway. My skin was
flushed everywhere, and my breasts? I thought they'd been
tingling before! This beat the stuffing out of anything I'd
experienced in a middle-of-class episode.

He managed to get my bra off some way or another (I wasn't really
paying that much attention to it by then) and his fingertips
began running little patterns over the prized mounds of flesh. I
moaned softly into his mouth and let my rocking motion become
more of a humping. He took the hint (thank you! Thank you!) and
started squeezing and fondling both of my breasts.

OOOHHHHHH.... Gawwwwd. I had to break our kiss to breath. I
couldn't stop from panting. My hips were humping his leg with
increasing speed. I didn't even feel like I was driving anymore.
My body was doing everything by instinct, and all I had to do was
sit back and feel the pleasure. I never wanted that moment to
end, but at the same time there was a driving need for *some*
kind of completion. His leg began moving up to meet my humps, and
one of the shifts in position resulting from this brought my
panty-covered clit in contact with his leg.

MPH! Oh, baby! My body locked up for just a moment, which was
long enough to fall out of the rhythm. It took a few moments to
regain the flow, then my clit rubbed against his leg again. MPH!
Mmmmm. MPH! Ungh. MPH! My panting had turned to gasping. I closed
my eyes and lifted my head to face the ceiling. MPH! I felt a
nibble in the side of my neck, then felt his tongue caressing the
skin there. MPH! Oh!! My humping took a frenzied rhythm. His
hands were mauling my breasts. MPH! Oh baby! MPH! OH Baby! MPH!
Oh baby baby please baby MPH baby baby please Oh BABY!

My body locked and I froze there, straddling his leg, my arms
gripping the chairs to the side for balance. His leg kept
grinding in my panties, and I lost it. The pleasure seemed to
literally pound through me. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt
from the pleasure beads. The orgasm seemed to roll through me,
ebbing and flowing and completely overwhelming me. It would
recede a little and then he'd do something to my breasts, or his
leg would grind into my panties, and the pleasure would start up
all over again. I have no idea what kind of sounds I made, but
later on I found out I was quite loud.

A rolling orgasm. That's the only way I can describe it. My
muscles contracted and spasmed and pulses and shivered and
squeezed and put up 'out to lunch' signs. I'd been conditioned
over the past half a year to receive a larger amount of pleasure
than usual, so I didn't pass out or anything, but gawd it must
have gone on for at least two minutes. It felt like forever. A
very nice forever. An incredibly great forever. This is why women
get pregnant? Yeah, I consider that a fair trade.

And it just went ON and ON and ON and ON! A tweak of a nipple, or
something my hips would do with his leg (at some point, I
unfroze- I just don't remember when!) or something else entirely.
It seemed like anything would set me off.  One time he bit one of
my shoulders. Another time he diverted one of his hands from its
breast and rubbed the hell out of my clittie. That's when the
pleasure was the most intense, but after that I was too sensitive
to do much hip rotation and I started to calm down. Once I began
to come back to myself, I realized there was applause from the
theatre crowd. I turned in surprise to check if the movie had
ended, but the characters were still talking and at least ten or
fifteen people were turned around, looking at me. I practically
fell off Jim and sunk to the ground between the chairs in
embarrassment. I didn't get the chance to wallow, though. Maybe a
second after I got nice and slunk down, my back filled with fire
and I started cumming again.

That fucking BASTARD! But it *did* feel good. Especially after
what I'd just been through. It seemed to make the feelings more
intense than they usually were, but it could have been my
imagination. If I hadn't been so busy being utterly blissed out,
I would have been pissed at the pervert's gaff.

I stayed pleasantly blissed out (although, thank God, that does
*not* mean in constant orgasm) until the end of the film. I spent
the credits trying to clean myself up well enough for the walk to
the ladies room. Jim spent the time trying really really hard (no
pun intended) to get his erection to go down. I felt guilty about
his frustration, but I didn't feel comfortable to 'make it up to
him' just yet. Besides, I'd been pushed into being on his leg,
and it wasn't like I hadn't spent the last three weeks in a
constant state of frustration for several hours of the day.

I avoided eye contact with people as I made my way to the exit,
but couldn't get around Shan. She stood right next to the door,
waiting for me with a tiny grin. "Quite a show," she said
innocently.

I nodded. "It was a great movie," I said, making an effort at
non-chalance.

Her grin widened until it became dangerously close to a smirk.
"That too," she said as she sauntered out the door and down the
hall.

Sometimes it's really good to have friends. Sometimes you want to
kill them. Then there are times when you want to wring their
necks as you thank the gods for having them.

Jim dropped me off a little later with very few theatrics. After
an evening like that, we weren't about to head to lover's point.
Besides, it was our first date. He helped me out of the car and
to my door, which is a good thing because I could barely stand,
then gave me a kiss to remember him by. I'm still remembering him
just from that one kiss! Jesus!

----

That night I had a dream. I was sitting in English class just
like normal, except Sarah was teaching the class instead of the
old crone. She was giving a lecture on some book or something,
and she told me to stand in front of the class for a
demonstration. I got up from my seat and stood before the rest of
the class, right in front of the teacher's desk. Sarah, dressed
in an incredibly sexy business suit that hid very little but
pretended modesty, stood next to me. She ordered me take off my
blouse. My eyes grew wide in surprise at this request, but I
slowly unbuttoned the blouse and let it drop to the floor. In
that dream consciousness when you just *know* things without
knowing why, I knew everyone was staring at me and becoming
aroused by my body. I felt myself become warm in response to
this, my skin turning red in embarrassment and arousal. Sarah ran
her hands over my belly, then up to my shoulders. She leaned in
and kissed me in front of the rest of the class for what felt
like several minutes. I couldn't keep my mind off the idea that
everyone was watching us kiss. Sarah broke the kiss, and then
snapped her fingers. Instantly, my bra, underwear, shoes, and
socks disappeared. I stood before the rest of the class in just
my skirt. As I looked around, I realized nobody else had any
clothes on either now, and that everyone was looking at me and
masturbating.

My arousal skyrocketed at this revelation. I hadn't been paying
attention to Sarah's hands running up and down my back and
stomach, but she reclaimed my focus when her hands cupped and
squeezed my breasts. It felt incredible. Her touch was soft and
gentle, and my skin flushed red in response. My nipples became
erect and I felt myself becoming wet down below. She quit
massaging my breasts so she could step behind me and play with my
nipples. She faced me so that I was watching the rest of the
class watching me, and my arousal bloomed yet again. From the
side of my vision a man appeared. His face was blurred so I
couldn't see who he was, but I just *knew* he was the man
controlling the pleasure beads, and his muscular chest and sense
of power were clearly defined. He stopped at my side, running his
eyes up and down my body along with the rest of the class. Sarah
continued to play with my nipples, squeezing and rolling them in
turn, stroking her fingertips along the rest of my breasts until
she cupped and squeezed the whole things again and then returning
to play with my nipples.

The man said something to me, and I suddenly felt powerless,
unable to move. He knelt to my side, taking obvious pains to
allow the rest of the class to watch, and my arousal grew once
more at this reminder. His hands touched my knees, and then
slowly ran up my thighs to the hem of my skirt. His fingertips
spread tingles across my skin as they slipped under my skirt,
heading further towards my center. When his hands reached my
groin, they stopped. One hand ran fingertips through my furry
patch of hair in a combing motion. The other hand lifted the
front of my skirt up. Once again I became aware of the rest of
the class, staring at my groin, watching him running his fingers
through my fur. He said something to Sarah, and suddenly I felt
myself pulled back from behind. Something solid touched the back
of my upper thighs, and then I was sitting with my legs splayed
wide across the desk.

Sarah somehow continued to squeeze my breasts and play with my
nipples from behind me, and the class kept masturbating to the
sight of my innermost secrets. The man kept my skirt pinned to my
belly with one hand, and used the hand stroking my hair to
separate my out lips wider. I felt an incredible flush of heat
from all the eyes on me. My lips were let go, but in that dream
state they stayed spread wide open for all to see. The man
allowed his fingers to quest further until he found the entrance
to my tunnel. One finger slipped inside me, quickly followed by
another. My skin flamed red hot from my cheeks to my breasts as
the stimulation became too much for me. All I could think about
were the fingers pumping in and out inside me, the hands playing
with my breasts and nipples, the eyes of the whole class watching
my exposed secrets raptly, my skirt lifted out of the way to
tease me with a reminder of lost modesty.

The man's fingers sped up their pumping motions and did something
else to make themselves rub against me even more, and I lost it.
The pleasure overwhelmed my body and the room faded. Sarah's
hands became a faint tingle on my breasts; the feel of the man's
fingers turned to a pressure from inside me. The last thing that
faded from the dream before I was engulfed completely in pleasure
were the two piercing eyes of the man who could so easily control
my arousal.

I awoke in the middle of an incredibly strong orgasm.

----

The next day at school I was eating lunch with the girls when the
date came up. "So, how'd it go last night with Jim?" Amy asked.

Shan almost choked on her food. Sarah must have seen my blush,
because she grinned widely. "Spill it, girl."

I gave a martyred sigh. This was going to come out, anyway. "It
had its ups and downs. Things went great on the first half. Jim
took me to Fuddruckers and we had a great time eating and
talking. We have some things in common that we talked about;
music, movies, books, stuff like that. I wasn't very nervous,
which was nice. The food was good, too. We spent something like
an hour and a half talking and eating before went to the
theatre."

"Jeez, Shanny. You must have been there forever. I told you we
should have gone in a group. Did ya find her?" Amy asked. Shan
was in the middle of chewing something, so she nodded her head
yes and gave a 'no problem' gesture with her hand.

"I was glad to see her there, too." I said. "I thought I'd be
going it alone. It was a big relief to know I had a ride home if
things went badly." Of course, my definition of 'badly' was
'anything too sexual' but it turned out a moot point anyway. I
sighed at that thought.

"It was Amy's idea," Sarah popped in. "You haven't had a date in
a while, so Amy thought you might want someone there with you. We
all wanted to go, but Shanny insisted one of us would be a lot
less obvious. Besides, Amy had to baby-sit her little brother
last night, so I went over to her place and helped her out."
Sarah grinned at Amy and I saw Amy's cheeks turn red.

Oh HO! So maybe I'm not the only one with an embarrassing story
to tell? Maybe I could get off the hook. "What happened at
Amy's?" I asked Sarah.

She shook her head and her grin widened. "I'll tell you later. So
you were at the movies..." Oy. She knows me too well.

I glanced nervously at Shan before I took up the next part of the
tale. "When we got seated, I had to go to the bathroom. I got up,
and halfway to the restroom I didn't have to go anymore. I went
back to Jim, and he was holding a crumpled up note from the
Christmas Angel." There was a small gasp, but I was too involved
to care. "The note basically said that I had to spend the movie
hanging off Jim or I'd be peeing all over the seat. Jim wanted to
know what was going on, so I told him everything."

I was looking at Sarah right then, and she was holding my hand
under the table. Her eyes conveyed the strength I needed to keep
going. "He said it was okay, that he still wanted to date, but
we'll see. I acted like a real slut last night. Every time my
bladder felt full I'd have to get closer to Jim for it to go
away. I eventually wound up on his lap, and he was playing with
my breasts. Not even that was enough; I had to pee again a while
later. Jim noticed; in that position it was pretty hard not to.
He asked what was wrong and I told him I had to find a way to get
closer to him but I didn't want to get us both arrested. I think
that's when he realized I was being pushed by the Angel to cuddle
with him. He got real angry for a second, but calmed down. He
asked me if I wanted to go any further, said he'd carry me to the
bathroom if that was what it took." I smiled. "He was real sweat
about it."

"Oh my God," Amy said in a hushed tone. "What happened? You
weren't raped or anything, were you?"

I blushed further. "Not really. I was feeling pretty good by
then, and I really did want to let his hands, er, explore more.
He had the idea of spreading his legs and letting me sit on one
of them, facing him. We were kissing by then, and he got his
hands under my shirt." My voice wandered off. My face must have
been maroon by then. "His leg felt really good, and I kind of
lost control."

There was a long silence. Shan filled in the gap. "I'd been
watching her off and on all night to make sure there wasn't going
to be trouble. Occasionally she'd get up, then stop, and then sit
down. It looked like she couldn't make up her mind what she
wanted to do, which seemed pretty weird. Anytime I saw a lot of
movement back there- they were in the back row- I was sure to
watch. I saw Kay get on his leg. A few minutes later she had a
screaming orgasm right there in the back of the theatre. Once I
realized she wasn't hurt or anything, I timed it. I didn't get an
exact start, but it was at least a minute and a half long. A
bunch of people clapped when she was done. Some real grungy guys
near me were watching her and practically drooling over each
other. I thought I might have to get someone from the theatre
staff, but it turned out okay. Kay got off Jim's leg at some
point, and I couldn't see her, but you could hear moans and
whimpers coming from back there for ten minutes. Jim was looking
down with this face of complete rapture. It was a real show."

Sarah and Amy kept alternating their looks of surprise from
Shanny to me and back. The silence was getting to me, so I picked
it up again. "After the movies, Jim took me home. He walked me to
the door and we talked for a minute. He asked if he could take me
out somewhere again and I told him I'd be free next week. I'm
gonna try to get another night this week off, but I don't know if
I can. We did the 'I had a great time' thing, and then he put his
hands on my hips and kissed me. It was incredible. He has these
real good lips, soft but firm. It's kind of hard to explain. It
turned into an open mouthed kiss, and it lasted for a long time.
He got really into it. Well, I guess I did, too. The light porch
flicked on and we broke the kiss real fast, then I went in."

Sarah was watching me closely. There was no way in hell I was
going to tell them about the dream, but she must have known there
was more. "What else happened?" She pried.

I shrugged. "Nothing much. Got a little shit from dad. My parents
want to see Jim before our next date. Mom gave me 'the talk' yet
again. It was kind of irritating." I paused. "She said some thins
I wasn't happy with." Well, technically, that's true. Having to
hear the whole Talk over again didn't have me dancing with joy,
but I was hoping that would throw Sarah off the scent enough that
she would leave me alone about it.

It worked. There was silence for a few seconds, then Shanny
popped in. "So what happened at Amy's last night?"

Sarah grew a large, carnivorous grin. "You know how Amy's little
brother has those skin magazines he tries to hide? Well..."

Blackmail material is a very nice thing to have on a friend. I
really would love to tell you, but as long as I don't, Amy can't
tell anyone about some things that have happened to me in the
past. Sorry, folks.

----

It happened again in seventh period. I thought the asshole would
try something in gym, but he let me climb that damned rope in
peace. To my surprise, I hadn't gotten anything so much as a
shiver up my spine all day long. I thought he was going to let me
have an honest to God day off, but he got me in the last period
of the school day.

Chemistry is the only class that Sarah, Shandra, Amy, and I all
have together. It's taught by this really cute mid-twenties
teacher named Mr. Kanmire. He only teaches in the afternoon, so
all of his classes are stuffed full of kids. Maybe that's what
makes this class the Angel's favorite to play in. I've had more
episodes in chemistry than any of the others. I haven't figured
out if the Angel wants to humiliate me in front of as many people
as he can, or if he just gets really bored with science.

I was paying attention to the class material, so at first I
didn't notice when I started feeling hot. By the time I *did*
notice, I was rubbing my legs together and making circular
motions in my chair. One of my hands was playing halfheartedly
with a nipple through my shirt and bra. I straightened up and sat
still, then looked around to see who noticed. Sarah was watching
me, and I couldn't help but look sheepish. She did a good job of
suppressing her grin, but I know her just as well as she knows
me.

It felt like the air around me had literally taken shape and
started to caress my body. My clothes didn't seem to matter. My
legs tingled under my blue jeans (see? I DO wear pants
sometimes!) and my chest was rubbing into my bra and sending
little sparks of electricity through me. I must have spent
fifteen minutes trying not to squirm in the chair before Mr.
Kanmire called my name. "Kay, are you feeling well?"

I stopped trying to rub my crotch into the corner of my chair.
"Yeah. Um, I just need to go to the bathroom," I said.

He gave a concerned look, then nodded. "Go ahead. Stop by the
nurse's office on the way back." I could almost read his mind by
his facial expression. 'You know better than to fight it.' Oh, if
he only knew!

I got out of my chair and scurried out of the class. As I
approached the door on my way out, my pleasure beads shut off. I
guess that perverted asshole doesn't think my orgasms are as much
fun if he can't watch. Once I reached the hall, I ran to the
nearest bathroom. I locked myself into a stall and practically
tore my clothes off. My jeans and panties were at my ankles and
my shirt was lifted out of the way. I got my bra off, and started
fondling myself with one hand. The other hand crept between my
legs under its own power. My arousal from the situation I'd just
been bloomed as my fingers found my clit.

I felt almost out of control. I pinched my nipple again and
again, shooting electricity straight from my chest to my crotch.
My fingers massaged the base of my clit. My nerves tingled with
energy. I thought back to the last few weeks of being sexually
frustrated almost every day. It felt so good to relieve the
tension by my own means. Why didn't I do this between classes
more often? I spread my legs as wide as they could get in the
stall, and let my head fall back. "Ohhhhh... Gawwwd," I moaned.

For just a few moments, it felt like something was stroking in
and out of my entrance. My hips jerked forward, trying to meet
the invisible intruder. My breasts jiggled on my chest and I
pinched my nipple harder, actually making it a bit too painful.
The fingers between my legs moved from massaging the base of my
clit and for a couple seconds rubbed directly against the clit
itself. That's all it took to send me into gaga land. I thrashed
and moaned on the toilet seat, pressing on my clit until I
couldn't take it anymore. As I was coming down, I heard a shuffle
of feet and the bathroom door closed.

Oh GOD! Someone had heard me! My pussy spasmed at the thought and
the contractions started all over again.

----

I cleaned myself up and debated what to do. I could try the
nurse's office and tell them it I had just had only needed to
pee, but I didn't think I could pull that off unless I could
shower or something. My mind was torn between going to Becky's
office and giving him another chance to press me for answers, or
seeing the nurse and risking the chance of both seeing Becky and
giving him more information than I wanted to let out. During this
debate, I checked my watch aimlessly and noticed twenty minutes
had gone by. With that much time gone, I decided on option number
three: go back to class.

I smiled reassuringly for Mr. Kanmire and took my seat. The next
ten or so minutes were filled with chemistry, but the bell
finally saved us all by signaling the end of the school day. Amy
grabbed my arm just outside of class, and I took us to a more
private corner so she could voice the question written all over
her face. "What happened?" She spoke in a hushed but worried
whisper.

I shook my head. "I had an episode. I went to the bathroom until
I could calm down." Wasn't this obvious?

"What about Sarah?" She asked.

I blinked in surprise. "What *about* Sarah?" I echoed back.

She rolled her eyes a bit. "After you left, Sarah asked to go to
the bathroom. I think she wanted to check on you, and I think Mr.
Kanmire knew it. She left, but then came back fifteen minutes
later with a huge blush. She wouldn't look at Shanny or me."

My eyes grew wide. Oh, shit. Sarah? "I... I'm not sure," I
stuttered. "I didn't see her. I, um, thought I was alone, yanno?"

How embarrassing. Amy and I are good friends, but it still took a
lot for me to talk about this stuff with her or Shandra. Now she
was telling me the only person I *did* feel comfortable talking
about it with had heard me when I was out of control. I groaned
inwardly. I think the Angel must have turned my implants back on,
because I was aroused and fidgety for a good while after that.
Not that I cared, considering the other problems I had.

The Angel turned out to *be* one of those problems, though. Not
that he wasn't before, but I got a note in my locker when I
switched my books before leaving. It was folded neatly in half
and written in the same scrawling script.

"I will be watching. Be a good girl. --Christmas Angel"

I sighed and took a few minutes to have homicidal fantasies
again. Eventually I snapped out of it and stashed the note in my
bag with the others, then I saw Shan's present in my locker.

The Christmas Angel thing wasn't totally far fetched. The school
really did have a program you could sign up for that would give
people Christmas angels. We'd buy cheap gifts for each other or
decorate their lockers or leave little encouraging notes. This
year I had a girl in my class that I barely knew, but Shandra had
me. All the Christmas angels were supposed to give each other a
present every day until school got out for Christmas break.
Shanny's present for today was a bag of Hershey's kisses. I
*love* chocolate. I'd have to thank her with a big hug later. I
smiled at the little note she sent along with the kisses. She has
real neat and small handwriting, and her apostrophes always look
like little hearts. It's really cute, even though the teachers
constantly have to tell her not to use them on her school papers.


I collected my books, popped a Hershey kiss, glared at my locker
while I thought of the note, and went home.

----

That night I had another dream.

I was in the principal's office, and Becky was glaring at me and
asking questions about my episodes. He could read my mind, and
every time he asked a question he would know the information as
soon as I thought of an answer. He got angrier and angrier as the
interrogation progressed. Finally he leaned back in his chair and
just looked at me. I shifted in my seat, wondering in the
abstract dream way why I was barefoot.

Finally he spoke. He told me that I had been a very bad girl not
to tell him anything, and that since I was so afraid of everyone
knowing, the whole school would see me punished. He ordered me to
lay face down across his lap, and like a robot my body obeyed. I
settled over his legs, and felt a strong hand lift my skirt and
pull down my panties. Suddenly my shirt and bra were gone, too.

The principal's office was gone. We were on stage in a large
auditorium, and I was naked except for my skirt and still bent
across the principal's lap. The chair was so high now and I
couldn't touch the floor, and I had to balance myself over his
legs, using them as a broad fulcrum.

I could feel the eyes of the entire school on me. I just *knew*
that my parents were there, and my teachers, and the school, and
everyone I had ever known. They all sat in the dark, watching my
legs wiggling back and forth in the air.

The principal lifted my skirt up and it settled across my back,
exposing my bare backside and privates to the hungry eyes.
Someone handed him a paddle, and he began my punishment. WHACK! I
jumped a little in his lap. I felt trapped, helpless, and utterly
aroused. WHACK! The pain shot from my buttocks down to my feet
and all the way up to my breasts. WHACK! My skin tingled from the
electricity shooting through me. WHACK! Somehow that last hit
activated my implants, and my spine began to flame as my arousal
bloomed. WHACK! The principal began to tell me what a bad girl I
was, and how everyone loved to watch me get spanked. WHACK! At
some point as he continued speaking, his voice seemed to deepen
and I realized I was now sprawled across the lap of the man who
could control my pleasures. WHACK! The skin on my backside flamed
in torment, but each hit became less painful and more
pleasurable.

WHACK! WHACK WHACK! WHACK! It didn't take long before I was
squirming on his lap. The pain had disappeared completely, and
each hit marked the arrival of an intense bloom of pleasure. I
could feel a hard rod of flesh pressing into my stomach as I
wiggled. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Suddenly the paddle was gone. He rolled me off his lap and onto a
desk that had somehow been in front of us the whole time but had
been invisible. The wood felt grainy against my skin. My breasts
jiggled with movement as I found myself on my back, my nipples
pointing up at the light somewhere above me. Hands grabbed my
legs and somehow locked them to the sides of the table so they
were spread wide for the public view. Sarah appeared at my side
and leaned down to kiss me. Her lips felt incredible. I was
startled a few seconds later when I felt Shandra's lips on one of
my nipples. Hair brushed against my inner thighs and Amy's tongue
began caressing the flesh between my legs and driving into me. It
felt incredible.

Somehow I knew the man was still sitting in his chair somewhere,
watching me and masturbating openly. It didn't matter, because
all eyes were on my now completely naked body, and I knew a lot
of people in the crowd were masturbating, too. Amy's tongue
licked up and down the length of my pussy and lapped at my
juices. Sarah continued to give me a kiss even better than Jim
had after our date, and with that thought Jim's lips settled over
my other nipple. My skin turned to pure electricity. My pussy was
filled with fire. Amy's tongue flicked the top of my clit ten or
twenty times, causing me to start a little each time and bringing
a continuous line of blooming arousal. Finally her lips settled
over my clit and she began to suck.

And suck.

And suck.

And suck.

I awoke in the middle of another orgasm, but I was so on fire
that I gave myself one more before I collapsed on the bed and
fell back to sleep.

----

Much to my surprise, I *did* get a day off the next day. It was
the last day of school before we went on vacation, so maybe the
Christmas Angel was feeling in the holiday spirit or something.
We had a pretty easy day because most of the teachers didn't want
to assign any work over the break. The old crone assigned an
essay due the day we came back. I think she's the great great
great granddaughter of Scrooge. Well, maybe just the
granddaughter.

Jim wasn't doing anything after school, and I had already decided
to put my homework off for another day, so I grabbed him and made
him buy me an early dinner. We went to Dairy Queen with Sarah and
Amy. Shanny had come down with something and had missed school
the whole day. Amy ended up giving me this cute little teddy bear
in Shan's absence.

The burger was okay. The ice cream was better. The conversation
was best. Sarah took an instant like to Jim once they had started
speak more than ten words to each other, and Amy had known Jim as
a casual friend for a year or two. While we were all busily
consuming our deserts, some of Jim's friends saw him and came
over. He made introductions, and I caught a flinch from two of
the four guys when Jim said my name. I had been waiting for
something like this- I know full well I'm a target for a lot of
catty comments and snide remarks. I'm so used to it that it
really doesn't bother me, but it's always touchy being introduced
to someone when they realize you're a social outcast.

It turned out to not be a problem. Once the immediate surprise
was over, the guys turned out to be pretty cool. They
commandeered a nearby table and dragged it over. We all had a
good time chatting and goofing off until someone pointed out the
time. We'd been there for three hours, and I still needed to do
some things before visiting the lab. I excused myself from the
group, but everyone was pretty much getting ready to leave
anyway. I made sure Jim was going to call me without actually
*telling* him to call me and then I took off.

I guess someone had decided that they were going to make up for
the break I'd been given from the Angel. I had an especially
intense session in the lab that night. I actually lost track of
how many times I came. I really need to use tally marks or
something. These perverts are going to turn me into a
nymphomaniac! Hmmm... Not that constant sex wouldn't be all that
bad of an idea.

I was exhausted by the time I got home. I showered and tried to
clean myself up as much as my weakened limbs would permit, then
fell onto my bed. I was asleep in minutes.

No, I didn't have a dream that night. Well, nothing sexual, or
about the Christmas Angel, or about Sarah, or about being naked
in front of anyone in my school. I was relieved to have a calm
night's rest. I was beginning to wonder if my subconscious was
obsessed.

----

The next day was my first day as a free woman. I didn't have to
go to school for three weeks. That gave me twenty-one days to
relax during the mornings, goof off with friends during the
afternoons, and make money coming my adorable little ass off at
the lab during the evenings. Jim and I had even set up a date on
the following day. I thought those twenty-one days had some
definite potential to be interesting. I was right too, but not in
the way I thought it would be.

I spent my first morning as a free woman laying in bed half
awake, savoring the feel of not having to be anywhere. No
classes, no responsibilities, no schedules. I LOVE Christmas
break.

Eventually I got up and went about the morning routine of
cleaning myself up and getting something to eat. Since I had
time, I made myself some pancakes. Freedom cakes! They were
delicious. I watched a bit of TV while I ate, then picked up the
phone and called Sarah. This wasn't something I was looking
forward to as much as I would have liked, but I knew I wanted to
get this whole bathroom thing resolved.

"Hey, Sarah?" I started tentatively. "You think I could drop by
in about half an hour?"

There was a pause before she responded. "I don't know if that's a
good idea, Kay. My mom, um... well..."

I interrupted the lie in progress before she could find a way to
finish it. "Sarah, we need to talk about it." I sighed and
thought about what I wanted to say for a moment. "Look, I don't
hate you and I hope you don't hate me. Yesterday we were both
pretty nervous around each other. I *hate* being uncomfortable
around you, Sarah. You're one of the few people I can depend on
to know me through and through. Let me come over."

There was another pause before her voice responded in a resigned
tone. "You're right, Kay. See you in a half hour."

I can't begin to describe the emotions I felt while I drove to
Sarah's house. I wasn't sure just what she thought of me after
catching me in such a weakened state. I was scared, embarrassed,
guilty, angry, irritated, and surprisingly aroused. I'd never
really thought about it before, but my recent dreams had forced
me to look at Sarah in a whole new way. I actually found her
attractive when I could admit it to myself. It was definitely a
motivating factor for seeing Sarah privately, although a
peripheral one.

Sarah answered the door immediately after I knocked. We were good
enough friends that I usually would have just walked in, but I
didn't want to startle Sarah just then. Well, to be honest, it
was more that I was too nervous to just walk in without knocking.
It felt safer to wait at the door.

We exchanged embarrassed smiles and shared an awkward moment of
silence before she invited up to her room so we could continue
the awkward silence. We sat on the bed and took turns looking at
the other person while they were looking at the floor. After a
minute that seemed to border on eternity, I said something. "Amy
told me you left class a little after I did and then came back
acting weird. Uh, I guess you saw, er, heard me."

She glanced up at my face tentatively before her eyes dropped to
the floor. "I'm sorry, Kay. I was worried about you, and then I
found you in the bathroom and I just couldn't move. I... uh..."
She faltered.

Being the 'brave' one in a conversation like this *sucks.* You're
scared that things will never be the same again and so nervous
that you can't keep your hands from shaking, but yet somehow you
have to talk calmly and look like you know what you're doing. How
are you supposed to be the steady person when you don't trust
your own feelings? Oh, well. I'd always been good at acting and
coming up with instant bullshit. I reminded myself that it was
all just a matter of putting on the right face, and took the
plunge. "You heard me orgasm, right?" Sarah nodded. "You've seen
me do it in class. You *know* what happens. What made it so
different in the bathroom?" That was a question I'd been trying
to answer for myself since I'd talked to Amy, and I was hoping
that Sarah might know the answer.

She didn't, or maybe I should say we both did. "I don't know. It
was just... different." She looked like a small animal ready to
bolt. I wanted to bolt in the other direction. The rational part
of my mind cursed the rest of me for being so weirded out by all
of this.

"Sarah," I started, having no idea what was going to come after
it. The pause became another awkward silence. I gave vent to the
frustration I felt for myself. "This is stupid. There's something
wrong. We both know it. We both feel weird. What's going on?" I
stood up and paced a little in front of her window. I think she
was relieved to see me doing something so typical of my usual
behavior.

"I'm not sure, Kay," she said slowly. "Ever since I heard you in
the bathroom, I haven't been able to look at you the same way."
She took a shaky breath. "I... I'd like it if everything went
back to normal, but it won't, you know?"

I turned to her, unable to hold back the question pounding
through my mind. "What's different, Sarah?" I hoped her answer
was the same as mine. I feared her answer was the same as mine. I
was scared shitless either way. She didn't say anything. Her eyes
never left the spot she was studying on the ground. I sat next to
her on the bed, and the tension in the room went up another
notch. "Are you attracted to me?" I whispered.

She didn't nod. She didn't have to. It wasn't really a question.
"Is that wrong?" She whispered back. "Are we freaks now?"

I couldn't help but snort, which broke the tension just a bit.
"We were freaks before, so I figure we're still freaks either
way. I'm a walking science project, for Christ sake. I don't
think we could get all that much weirder." I looked up from the
spot of floor I'd been studying to look her in the eyes. "Is it
wrong? I don't know, Sarah. It's weird, but at the same time,
it's not. I mean, you're still the same girl I've known for all
these years, but lately I've had..." My voice trailed off, unable
to finish what I was about to say.

"Dreams," she whispered. "The last two nights, I've had dreams
about you. About things I'd never noticed before." We kept
looking at each other's eyes, and the nervous tension changed to
a kind of tension that I can't really name. I noticed that we
were holding hands now. Was her face that close before?

"I..." I started, suddenly realizing that I couldn't put what I
wanted to say into words. Her face continued to grow larger in my
vision, but I didn't know who was moving. "I think I..." I could
feel her breath on my face. My heart was beating an irregular
rhythm. "Maybe we should," I began again. My mind raced, trying
to figure out an answer to what we should do. Our bodies
continued to draw closer, giving their opinions on what we should
do in vivid detail. I tried to say something else as our faces
drew far too close, but once my mouth was open her lips touched
mine and nothing else mattered.

To be fair to Jim, it wasn't the *best* kiss I'd ever gotten
before, but it was pretty damn amazing. Our tongues never
ventured out of our own mouths, but our lips brought us to a new
level of intimacy. Sarah's lips were soft and tender, completely
different than Jim's. She even kissed differently. It wasn't more
passionate, or even less, it was just different. Amazingly
different. Horrifyingly different.

Time froze and everything else in the world lost its value. At
some point I felt like I had left my body and was touching
Sarah's spirit directly. It was a more private and deep place
than we had ever been to together. At some point I came back to
myself and realized our kiss had been broken. My eyes slowly
opened to see those two hazel windows to Sarah's soul. The
confusion, fear, and passion I saw there echoed my own.

I wanted to say "can we really do this?" but I couldn't get the
words out. It just didn't feel like the right thing to say. But
"I love you, please make love to me" wasn't exactly the right
thing to say either. Besides, I didn't think I loved Sarah in
that way. My mind spent so much time trying to come up with
something to say that my body answered for me. Before I realized
what was happening, our faces were drawing closer again and we
began to kiss.

This kiss was different. If it's possible to communicate with
your lips (well no duh, but I mean without speaking) then that's
what we did. Suddenly I didn't feel as if I had to ask her if we
could really do this anymore. I felt reassurance, inquiry, lust,
insecurity, but mostly I felt that I wasn't alone. I knew Sarah
would always be here for me, just like she'd always been.

Our second kiss broke and the tension disappeared. We didn't feel
nervous anymore, and we didn't want to rip each other's clothes
off. We felt overwhelmingly comfortable with each other again,
and for right then that was all that mattered. Seeing the crisis
over, I dropped my facade and hugged Sarah tightly. I hid my head
between the swells of her breasts and let myself cry. The
anxiety, tension, fear, and all the other emotions that I'd been
holding back for the last couple of days flowed out. Sarah rocked
me for a while, and eventually laid us both down on the bed. I
stayed buried in her breasts like that for a long time. After a
while, we both fell asleep.

----

I had a dream, but this one was different. Even in the dream I
felt like I was floating in a fog. Sarah was topless and holding
me in her arms. I was suckling gently on one of her nipples, but
it was okay because Sarah was my mother. I felt so small and
protected, and a feeling of warmth engulfed me. I basked in the
pure safety and kindness of the moment. I missed these moments
with my momma. Sarah would be my momma for me. Everything was
going to be alright. I think I might have said that out loud,
because Sarah started crooning to me and telling me what a good
baby I was and how she'd never let anything hurt me. She started
to rock me a little and I felt as if I didn't weigh anything. I
was free floating, safe and protected in my momma's arms. God,
how I miss that feeling.

The dream stayed like that for a long time. The fog stayed with
me and everything felt timeless. In the way of dreams, there was
nothing else that mattered. I was content to stay in my momma's
arms until I woke up again. Sarah eventually did something
different, though.

She kept one hand to cradle my head to her nipple, and began to
run the other hand across my body. Suddenly I wasn't a baby
anymore, but a teenager again. It was okay, though. I knew that
no matter how old my body was I was safe and protected with my
momma. Sarah's hands ran over the shirt I was wearing, then under
it to caress my skin. It was a soothing touch, but something else
came with it. Her fingers took their time touching and soothing
my body, gently exploring my every curve. My stomach, sides, and
back shivered in turn as fingers lightly touched them. Her hand
climbed higher on my back and after a few seconds I felt my bra
strap slacken. Her hand readjusted my shirt a little and came
around until it was on my chest. She gently pulled the cups of my
bra off me a little and let gravity pull them to the bed. Her
fingers began to caress the revealed skin slowly.

The fog became stronger and another moment of timelessness seemed
to pass. I was content to just lie in her arms suckling her
nipple and letting her caress me. Her fingers moved all over the
swells of my breasts. She rubbed against my nipple, making it
harden and stand out, then circled the areole and returned to
caressing the rest of my boob. After a time she switched to the
other one. It was all the same to me. I was too busy
concentrating on how safe I was to notice the other feelings
being slowly stirred within me.

Sarah's hand eventually brought them to my attention. She dropped
it down from flicking my nipple to lift the band of my skirt up
onto my stomach. There was a moment where she fumbled because one
of my sides was laying against the bed, but she gently directed
me to lift up a little and I complied. Her hand lowered again and
pressed against my crotch, feeling the moisture which had soaked
into my panties.

The fog enveloped me again, but this time it had changed. I
wasn't basking in the security of my momma's embrace anymore,
although I certainly felt it. I was basking in a different
feeling all together. A stronger warmth was flowing through my
body now, and it felt wonderful. I could have purred in pleasure.
In fact, I think I did.

After a time my panties were pulled down. Her fingers ran through
the hair that grew above my crotch. It was a loving feeling, but
it was no longer the kind of loving I wanted. I gave a small
moan, and that was all that was needed to get the hand moving
again. It moved further between my now open legs, running a
fingertip between my swelling outer labia. A shiver of pleasure
ran through me; some of that contented bliss returned. The fog
got a little heavier and I stopped taking notice of exactly what
her hand was doing to me. I just felt the swells and ebbs of
pleasure, like a current running through my body. At some point I
stopped suckling her nipple and just lay my head against her
chest, moaning softly in delight.

Her fingers explored me. Slowly, gently, caressing every ridge,
bump, and fold in my secret place. A finger penetrated me until
it came up against my hymen. My hips flexed a little at the
sensation. I was awash in passive pleasure. The finger was
removed and began stroking up and down my inner labia. More
fingers found the spots between my inner and outer lips and my
moans grew a little louder. Distantly I noted movement near my
head as Sarah moved to watch her fingers explore my center. In
the back of my mind, the safety and intimacy of the moment
continued. Part of me still felt like I was suckling my mother.
Once Sarah settled again, the probing continued. Her hands seemed
to find every nerve along the way as they slowly crept upward
toward my pubic hair. My muscles down there were flexing
involuntarily at the sensations. A high point of anticipation was
reached as her fingers circled my clit. She pressed her fingers
against the base, which felt *really* good, but I moaned softly
in frustration when her fingers began traveling back down without
touching the pulsing head they were so close to. The fog flowed
across me again and the pleasure grew more general. My body
thrummed in excitement under the gentle, shy exploration. I
floated in that timeless moment again until the fog began to ebb
once more, allowing the feelings to become more specific.

Her thumb was running up and down over my swollen inner labia.
Fingers from the other hand were massaging the base of my clit
again. I opened my eyes a little to look at her, seeing that she
was studying how my body moved and reacted to each touch. A
strong feeling of something washed over me- intimate in nature
but not defined by mere words. I gave voice to it anyway, moaning
louder than my usual chorus and making direct eye contact with
Sarah. Love and affection crossed the span between our eyes, and
we both smiled. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes and
tossed my head in pleasure was the slow decent Sarah's own head
made as it neared the apex of my legs.

Something new began to caress my flesh and part my folds. It was
warm, wet, and just a little rough. It changed from flexibly
lapping my now swollen and parted outer lips to firmly digging
into the flesh further in. Her tongue ran over every sensitive
spot that her fingers had previously found, making the muscles in
my legs and groin flex and contract in sudden movements. The
pleasure washed through my body in even stronger currents. Twin
cords formed from my center that attached to each of my nipples.
The skin on my breast began to redden with blood and heat. My
nipples stiffened harder and pulsed in time with the throbbing in
my pussy.

Sarah's tongue seemed shy and tentative, but became more sure as
time went on. Occasionally the tongue would retreat and I'd feel
Sarah's soft lips against my flesh, kissing and caressing me. I
shivered in delight. The fog tried to return but the pleasure had
become so strong that even through the contentedness and
complacency I could feel parts of what Sarah was doing. Her
tongue slowly explored up and down the length of my pussy,
caressing me and probing me and tasting me and rubbing me. My
hips responded to her motions, jerking and flexing anytime they
were summoned. My body felt like an instrument, with cords of
pleasure being plucked and flicked in time with some song that
was more ancient than either of us. Her tongue probed through my
inner lips and made stiff swipes against the nerves that lined my
tunnel. I felt a tug or push where I knew my hymen was, just
enough sensation to tell me that something was there and pressed
against it. The feeling receded as the nerves along my walls were
again stroked and rubbed against.

It felt like Sarah had decided to individually pluck every one of
those pleasure cords, drawing more and more music out of me as my
moans grew louder and filled with need. Eventually her tongue
abandoned my tunnel and swiped and jabbed and probed its way up
to my clit. It tried to just rub the base, but her tongue was too
thick and rubbed the side of the clit itself. The shock of
pleasure from that was enough to banish most of the fog. My body
began to jerk and hump, now filled with energy and trying to find
a rhythm to match Sarah's own. She tongued and flicked the top of
my clit and slowly grated against the sides, shocking my body in
electric sensations. It felt as if my nipples would explode at
any moment. The tongue abandoned me for a moment until her lips
settled over my pulsing knob. I can't begin to describe how it
felt to have those soft lips firmly encasing me. She began to
suckle me there, making the same suckling motions I had used on
her at the beginning of the dream. My nipples found a new level
of pulsing, the explosion imminent but somehow continuing to stay
just over the horizon. My body felt as if it was being pulled
inside out from my stomach to my upper thighs. The feeling
receded and strengthened in time with Sarah's gentle suckles.

My moans grew louder and I began to thrash my head from side to
side. The tip of her tongue flicked the top of my clit and the
pleasure made a small explosion within me. Something changed down
there- suddenly Sarah's lips couldn't hold me the same way. Her
tongue returned and began to stroke the base of my clit again.
Sensations sparked across my skin. Sarah's fingers surrounded my
nipples simultaneously and the pleasure reached the same plane it
had been on just before my clit had retreated behind its hood. My
hips jerked in a frenzy. My sweaty body cried out for release,
pulsing closer and closer to it with every rolling motion of the
fingers on my nipples and flick of her tongue. The promised land
grew closer and closer until I was at the point of no return.
Part of me expected something dramatic- some final action that
would shove me over the precipice into a gulf of pleasure. But
nothing really changed except my perception- the moment of time
between one pulse of pleasure and the next where the line was
crossed and I rediscovered sexual bliss.

Sarah was merciless. My body began to contract and spasm, telling
her that my time had finally come. She found a rhythm to the
desperate jerking of my hips and used those motions to advantage.
One of her hands disappeared from my breasts and something
pressed against the base of my clit, withdrawing the protective
covering of my hood from the knob of sensitive nerves. Her lips
surrounded me again and the sucking started in earnest. The tip
of her tongue flicked against me constantly, causing me to nearly
black out from the intensity of the sensation several times. It
was the most intense, pleasurable, painful orgasm I had ever had
up to that time. Somehow I managed to stay conscious through the
pleasurable agony, feeling every last moment of it. Sarah never
stopped sucking, causing my single orgasm to turn into multiple
ones. I quickly gave up trying to count them. One turned to
another, and then another and another and another and another and
another until my body cried out for it to stop.

After a time I lost the energy to thrash, making it much easier
to Sarah to keep me awash in the pleasure. Some hint of
desperation must have leaked into my cries, because eventually
she did give up. My mind floated in a haze of disconnected
synapses until Sarah's lips found mine and focused my attention
on our kiss. Her tongue was dominant and aggressive, pressing
into me and exploring my mouth. My own tongue was sluggish, but I
was perfectly content to be the passive one for now. Part of my
mind reminded me of the safety and contentedness I was still
feeling, although it felt a little weird to be kissed by someone
I had thought of as a mother. The warmth and security of her
embrace enveloped me once more, and my attention was slowly
diverted from the kiss to the pure bliss I was feeling. After a
while, that bliss seemed to change, and my dream disappeared as I
drifted into dreamless sleep once more.

----

I opened my eyes slowly as the world turned real again. I lay on
Sarah's bed, thinking about how weird the dream I'd just had was.
It made me realize that I really did feel safe around Sarah, and
although I certainly didn't think of her as my mother, I felt
protected anytime I was around her. It was one of the things that
allowed me to depend on her no matter what. I sighed happily and
smiled to myself. A quick glance around the room told me Sarah
had left at some point, but I heard the water pipes running and
assumed she was showering. Usually she showered in the morning,
but I put it off to the weird Christmas schedule. It took another
few minutes of lying there and idling considering my dream before
I realized my bra was loosened under my shirt.

Realization slowly dawned. Little things that I hadn't noticed
before began to draw my attention. I actually felt a little sore
down there. The room smelled of sex. My clothes were messed up
more than you would normally get just from sleeping in them. My
eyes shot open in horror as my waking dream became reality. Oh.
My. God.

Looking back, I'm *really* glad Sarah was showering. If she'd
been in the room when I realized my incredibly sexual dream had
actually been an incredibly sexual real life experience, I might
have said some things that I wouldn't have been proud of. As it
was, I was able to calm myself and pull myself together long
before she came back. I reminded myself that it was something at
least a part of me had wanted. No damage had been done, at least
not yet. I thought the next talk we'd have would probably be
crucial, but I could handle that. The fact was that nothing had
happened except what we both had wanted, even if our conscious
minds hadn't fully accepted that yet. Thinking back to Sarah's
actions, I amended it to just my conscious mind. Sarah obviously
knew what she was doing. Oh GAWD did she know what she was doing!

When Sarah walked in the room, I was calm again. I was a bit
surprised to see her hair wrapped in a towel and her body
completely bare, but it wasn't that big of a surprise considering
the circumstances. We talked amiably, and after a little careful
probing on both our parts, we established that we were both okay
with everything that had happened. A part of me was even
thrilled. After having been the dominant person in our friendship
for so long, it was a real pleasure to see her taking command of
something. Part of me would always trust Sarah and think of her
as a protective influence; it felt wonderful to 'feed' that part
by becoming passive. I idly wondered if this would be a common
occurrence in future bedroom activities. That brought up another
question.

"Hey Sarah? Are we exclusive now? I mean, do you want to stop
seeing boys so we can date and stuff? How's this going to work?"
I was assuming there were going to *be* future bedroom
activities, but from her body language and talk I figured it was
a safe assumption.

She paused from trying to dry her hair and looked at me. It was
one of those "Oh, I hadn't thought of that" kind of looks. I
thought I saw another kind of thought in that look too, but I
didn't want to fool myself with wishful thinking. "Uh, I dunno
Kay. I really like being with you this way, but I still like boys
too, you know? In fact, I don't mean to offend you, but I think I
like them better." Unlike myself, Sarah *wasn't* a virgin. She'd
gone all the way a year or so back, and by all reports loved it.
Too bad the guy dumped her shortly after he got what he wanted.
The creep could have gotten a whole lot more if he had held on
longer. Sarah sure as hell hadn't minded.

I gave a small but relieved smile. "Yeah, I really didn't want to
cancel my date with Jim, either. Okay, so how is this going to
work? You want to do this again, right?" She nodded. "Good, me
too. Are we just... what's that term, 'friends with benefits'
now? I mean, is nothing else going to change except we get
together occasionally and help each other out?"

She chewed her lip as she thought things over. "I don't want to
lose you as a friend. We've always been close, and I think this
can just be the next step. It doesn't mean anything else has to
change. Yeah, I guess you could say we're friends with bennies.
If you're okay with it, I am." She glanced at me nervously,
perhaps hopefully.

I answered her with another smile. "I'm okay with that. That'd be
just great with me. You won't mind if keep seeing Jim, right?" I
wanted to make sure everything was hammered out and understood. I
usually had to make important stuff like this clear or I'd end up
stubbing my toe on it later. It was one of my most annoying
habbits, but at the same time it was all part of the charm of my
personality.

Sarah shrugged as she began to dry her hair again. "It's no
business of mine, Kaylee. Now, if you don't tell me what happens
on these dates, I'll probably murder you. But as long as I get
the scoop, you're fine." I gave her a disgusted look. Like she
had to even say she expected a scoop? I mean, it's practically
quid pro quo in our friendship.

The rest of my time at Sarah's went really well. After a while we
got bored and decided that our first day of freedom would also be
our first day of shopping. We found Shandra and Amy at the mall,
who had been hanging out and had the same idea as we did, and had
a really good time for the rest of the day. That night I went
into the lab, orgasmed part of the night away, and went home for
a good night's sleep.

----

My dream that night was pretty sexual, but it wasn't very fun. I
was in gym class, practicing for a gymnastics tournament that was
coming up. I was dressed in this really tight leotard that clung
to me like a second skin. The gymnastics coach had told me I
needed to work on my flexibility, and had put me in this really
weird position to stretch. I was doing the splits in mid air,
with tables on either side of me to hold me up. They were so far
apart that only the heels of my bare feet were touching them, but
I was holding onto two rings above me with my hands for extra
support. This put me in a very revealing position, and the
leotard didn't do anything to help me in it. The suit was so
tight that people could see the folds of my pussy lips from under
my widely stretched legs. My breasts jiggled a little on my
chest, but the leotard held them pretty close to me. My nipples
were poking out for some reason, even though I wasn't cold or
aroused. The position was intensely embarrassing, because
everyone in the gym was watching me. In real life I couldn't have
done the splits to save my life, and I've never had an interest
in gymnastics, but in the dream thoughts of the upcoming
tournament were all that kept me going.

A strong presence appeared behind me, but as I was I couldn't
turn to face it. The Christmas Angel's hands touched my sides,
making small circular motions against the leotard. The motions
were just soft enough to tickle, and I began to giggle in a
sickeningly bubbly fashion. The hands moved forward until they
were on my stomach and didn't tickle anymore, but I still had to
fight to hold in the giggles. The hands felt around my stomach a
little, and then moved up to cup my breasts. The Angel began to
fondle me before the rest of the gym class, squeezing and
kneading my boobs. I knew that if I withdrew either of my hands
from the rings above me I'd fall to the ground, so I had no
choice but allow the Angel to feel me up.

Eyes continued to bore into me as the hands moved from my breasts
down to my ass. He grabbed my cheeks and kneaded them some before
giving a few light spanks. None of them came close to hurting- it
was more of the "I can do this to you" message. One of his hands
continued to knead my ass as the other hand came around to my
front and slowly snaked between my legs. The palm of his hand
pressed into my pussy, but I winced in pain because I was still
sore from a love session with Sarah. The palm stopped pressing
into me, but his fingers found the edge of my leotard and pulled
it aside to reveal my outer labia, already spread widely from the
position I was in. He didn't touch me there because I was still
sore, but having myself revealed before the entire gym was an
intensely embarrassing experience. Unlike the other dreams, there
was nothing arousing about the eyes watching me. I wasn't
receiving any sexual stimulation; I wasn't aroused at all. It was
pure humiliation.

The hand holding my leotard pulled forward a little and suddenly
let go of it, snapping the tight suit back against my sensitive
flesh. I winced in pain. His hands returned to my sides and began
to tickle me in earnest. My giggles started up again, but quickly
turned to guffaws. After just a bit more, I was struggling to
maintain my position while squealing in laughter. My breasts
suddenly popped out of the suit to flop around for all to see. I
closed my eyes and concentrated on holding onto the rings and
keeping my heels on the table. The need to laugh grew worse and
worse. The presence of the Angel behind me faded away but his
hands stayed to tickle my ribs. Suddenly there was another set of
hands tickling my exposed armpits, and my need to laugh more than
doubled. It quickly became painful, and the embarrassment factor
raised another notch. The need to laugh slowly poked and prodded
a need to pee into existence, and suddenly I was fighting not to
embarrass myself further. I realized that the purpose of the
Angel's entire visit had been to make me disgrace myself before
the rest of the class. It became a challenge for me not to pee in
front of everyone, but one that I was fated to lose. Another pair
of unattached hands began to tickle my bare feet, and I lost all
control.

Pee dribbled out from under the leotard beneath me, quickly
becoming a stream as it soaked through the material. The gym
erupted into derisive laughter. I was filled with shame,
humiliation, and failure. I knew that because I couldn't control
my bladder, I was going to get kicked off of the gymnastics team
and I'd never to able to go to that tournament. The dream became
too much for me to handle and I finally woke up.

I lay in bed for half an hour before I could go back to sleep
again, wondering what the hell that had been about. I'd never had
so many explicitly sexual dreams before. I wondered why all of
them seemed to involve people watching me, and why this one had
been decidedly unpleasant. Finally I was calm enough to drift
back to sleep. My dreams were disturbed for the rest of the
night.

----

I spent the next morning and afternoon working on the English
essay for the old crone. I got most of it done, grabbed something
to nibble on, then started getting ready for my date with Jim. We
had planned to grab something to eat and then hang around at the
mall.

Jim picked me up promptly at 3 PM. My parents were still out at
work, so we didn't have to worry about any grilling just yet. We
had a burger at a mom and pop joint on main street, and then
headed for the mall. I roped Jim into helping me with my
Christmas shopping, and we tore the place apart. I even modeled a
few outfits for him, which he seemed to enjoy. Too bad it wasn't
summer. Part of me wanted to try on a bathing suit for him. Oh
well, probably too forward anyway.

We dropped the shopping bags off back at my house, but neither of
us really wanted me to leave yet. Jim's parents were gone until
much later that night, and he suggested we watch a rental on his
couch. Normally I would have said no so soon in a dating
relationship, but what the hell? I'd already come in his lap. I
couldn't exactly play the prude now. I smiled coyly and accepted.


We rented some action flick, but we never watched it. I saw some
tapes from Jim's video library once we got to his house and
decided to watch one of those instead. He had a collection of old
classic plays made into movies. Jim nuked some popcorn and we
settled in to watch Cyrano de Bergerac. I *love* that play. He
had some other real goodies, too. I decided that Jim might have
some definite potential in the movie department.

For a good part of the movie, we held hands as we sat and enjoyed
the play. During the big battle scene, we started necking. I idly
wondered why he waited through all the romantic poetry until
people started fighting and dying to make a move. Guys can be so
clueless!

The movie credits scrolled by unnoticed. Jim's hand had settled
on my breast and gotten my complete attention. He gently squeezed
them through my clothes, and I pushed into him a bit more. Jim
was a real good kisser, and I got a little lost in that while his
hand groped me. By the time I came back to myself enough to pay
attention to his hand, it was under my shirt and my bra was in my
lap. I'd been unconsciously pushing my chest upwards for better
contact. My nipples were erect and drawing the brunt of his
caresses. I tingled for his touch. I was surprisingly wet, too.

He broke our kiss and started to touch his lips against my neck
softly. He stopped to nibble bits of my skin every so often, then
continued to trail kisses along my neck until he finally made his
way down towards the swells of flesh on my chest. He paused in
the hollow of my neck and licked me playfully there, making me
giggle from the tickly sensation. His hand left my breast to make
way for his head, but I felt it touch my thigh just below the hem
of my skirt and begin to climb up towards my panties. I put my
hand atop his, halting the progress. His hand flipped around so
it could squeeze mine, then placed itself on my hips to join the
other one. His mouth made its slow way towards my breasts,
finally reaching them. The nibbling dropped to a rare occurrence
(thank God! It hurt when he tried it on my breasts) and he began
to make more tongue motions. Soon his trail of kisses had turned
to a trail of licks. I moaned softly in pleasure. I could feel
goose bumps rising in places on my chest. His tongue finished
circling my breast and started flicking the nipple. His lips
wrapped around it, and he practically inhaled it.

That was startling. Jim had done a good job of being gentle in
the past. He didn't maul my breasts with his hands like some of
the other girls had bitched about. His nibbles were for the most
part fine, although they did hurt a little at times. His licking
had been firm, but I enjoyed that. I hadn't expected him to be
such a big sucker, no pun intended. Maybe he was bottle-fed or
something.

"Jim," I said softly. "Could you do that with less, um,
enthusiasm? Just pretend you're a baby or something." Jim gave a
nod I couldn't see but could certainly feel, and then his sucking
changed. Oh, now this was much better. After a few minutes I was
a bit flushed and squirming happily. One of his hands left my hip
to settle on my knee. It wasn't exactly asking for permission,
but I intended to let him in this time. I was a bit surprised
when he froze and sat bolt upright.

"My parents are home. That's the garage door," he said. My eyes
went wide and I began scrambling to get myself put back together.
I was appropriately dressed and concentrating on the TV screen
when Jim's parents came in. His mother took one look at me tried
to suppress her grin. She gave me a knowing look, allowed the
pleasantries to be exchanged, and hustled Jim's father into the
kitchen. Jim and I took the opportunity to flee, as it had no
doubt been intended. Jim drove me home and parked in front of my
house. We set up a date for the next day and he kissed me
goodnight. He kept his hands in place and was perfect a
gentleman. His stock went up by a few more brownie points. I
hopped out of the car and sauntered to my door, giving him one
last smile before closing the door and running smack dab into my
parents.

It wasn't *too* bad of an interrogation, but my mom got the time
for the next day's date out of me and told me she'd be coming
home on a late lunch break. I tried to keep my blanch from
showing. They released from the inquisition and I grabbed a late
dinner before I called Sarah. We discussed the date in detail.
Eventually we got off the phone and I went to bed.

----

Surprisingly, my night's sleep was peaceful. I didn't have any
erotic dreams, and I didn't have any disturbing ones. I woke up
the next morning bright and cheery, and tackled the day.

Sarah, Shanny, Amy, and I all met for an early lunch at our
favorite Chinese food place. We exchanged gossip over rice,
noodles, pork, eggs, and other greased treats. Eventually we ran
out of gossip and Shandra broadsided me.

"Kay, what exactly do you do when you go to the lab?"

I stopped the forkful of noodles halfway to my mouth and looked
at her. "Why?" I hadn't told anyone but Sarah very many of the
details from my trips to the lab. I figured nobody needed to know
things that intimate.

"I'm curious. I've been thinking about signing up for those
electrode things. I thought it might be fun."

I snorted and brought the noodles up to my mouth. I thought about
it as I chewed. Orgasm spontaneously in the middle of class. Give
control of your bladder to anyone with an overpowered universal
remote. Go through half the day sexually frustrated. Yep. Balls
of fun. Well, things might not be so bad for her, I thought. The
chances of someone zapping her with whatever they were using on
me were probably minimal. Besides, if she kept her mouth shut
nobody else would even know. I swallowed the chowmein. "If you
really want to, I can suggest your name to the supervisor. You'd
probably get into the program. It's kind of a come at your own
risk thing, though." I grinned. "Once you get the implants you
can't really stop them from working. You sure you want to do it?"

She smiled. "As long as they don't do anything too weird to you
in the labs, yeah."

I sighed. "What they do in the lab depends on where they place
the beads. With me, the testing mostly targets pleasure centers,
and I give feedback to help them refine the technique. There are
a couple of older women who do the same thing, but most of the
other people are involved in different projects. We're too young
for the dangerous stuff, so you'll probably end up getting
something close to what I have. It'll be the equivalent of having
sex every night. As long as you don't mind people staring at you
while you're doing it, it's a pretty fun job." I paused to
consider her for a while. She'd probably be a good test subject.
She knew so much about electronics that she could probably help
them build a better control unit. I was kind of surprised she'd
stopped asking me about the control units a couple months after
my surgery. She'd seemed pretty interested at the time. "I think
I could get you in," I said at last. "You sure?"

She nodded her head quickly. "Yeah. I think I'd really like it."
She blushed a little when she realized what she said and became
suddenly interested in her food.

I looked at Sarah and Amy. "Either of you two thinking about
joining? It'd be kind of a kick to have friends at the lab."
Sarah smiled and shook her head. Amy blushed furiously and didn't
say anything. I quirked an eyebrow. "Amy? C'mon, spill it. What's
going on in that overactive mind of yours?"

Her face turned a deeper shade of red. "I... I might. Shanny's
been talking to me about it and... I might." I had to hold back a
chuckle. Amy tended to squeak when she got excited, as she had
just reminded us with her last comment. The image of her
squeaking her way to orgasm gave me a huge grin. Sarah's matching
grin told me she'd thought of the same thing.

We teased Amy for a minute, but then it was her turn to fire one
off. "So why'd you sign up for the experiments in the first
place, huh Kay?" Her attempt at changing the subject was obvious,
but this was NOT something I'd wanted to discuss.

I sighed. I supposed they have a right to know at least part of
it. "Two reasons. At the time it seemed like really good way to
never have to use a vibrator again. I get kind of sore if I use
them too much. I thought I would get a control unit when they
gave me the implants, and I could just push a button anytime I
wanted to have fun. It wasn't until later that I found out it's
policy to not give control units to the subjects. I think I've
just about talked them into letting me have one when my contract
time runs out, though. The second reason..." I sighed. "Cars cost
money. Clothes cost money. Eating out with my friends and going
to movies and anything else that's even remotely fun costs money.
My parents are having trouble just paying the rent and getting
enough food to survive with. Last summer they basically told me
that I'd have to get a summer job if I wanted anything nice for
myself. So, I got one." Under the table, Sarah grabbed my hand
and held it. I'd told her the whole truth a few months back. I
gave her a 'bail me out' look and she got the message. The
subject was changed and less than three minutes later, I'd
completely forgotten about my problems. The morning moved on.

----

Jim knocked on my door promptly at two. I was closest to it, but
didn't even bother getting up. Mother's lunge and scramble for
the door told me I'd made a good decision. She invited Jim in and
started grilling him.

He didn't do all that bad. I was pretty sure Mom approved. She
took longer than necessary needling him about his hobbies, and
damn near ate him alive after smelling blood when she asked about
our past two dates. He did an amazing job of covering up my show
at the movie theatre. Mom gave me a disapproving look when she
heard about the necking session the day before, but that look had
long since ceased to shame me. Eventually Jim was saved by the
clock when mom realized how late she was going to be for work
once she got going. She told us both goodbye and scurried out the
door. I let Jim cool down from the inquisition a bit, and then
invited him up to my room.

"I thought we were going to the park," he said. Ugh! Clueless. I
smiled. "We can go the park if you want, but I thought that since
neither of my parents will be back for a couple of hours, you'd
like to see my room."

The hint was so big that I'm surprised it didn't knock him out.
Eventually he Got It, though. His face turned from confusion to
startlement. "Sure!" He chirped.

I'd already decided that unless Jim turned into a total baboon,
he was getting my virginity that day. He'd been a gentleman on
all our dates, and hadn't pressed his luck when I grabbed his
hand during our last make out session. He was a real good kisser,
and he seemed to like me a lot. I figured he'd be good in bed and
wouldn't dump me as soon as we finished. Besides, do you know
what it's like to be sexually stimulated everyday for three weeks
straight, and then go without it for four or five days? I was at
the point where I masturbated every morning just to hold me over
until the end of the day when I could get some release at the
lab. I was practically addicted to being horny.

Jim looked around my room a bit as I settled down on the bed. I
patted the spot next to me and he eagerly sat on it. I wrapped my
arms around him and kissed him. He responded with enthusiasm,
which quickly heated into something more. His hands slowly
unbuttoned my blouse as we kissed. I was rather happy to see he'd
gotten the general idea by now.

My top came off and my bra quickly followed. His hands cupped my
breasts, causing them to fill with warmth at his touch. My skin
began the familiar tingle. His thumbs rubbed my nipples and I
pushed my chest out further to let him touch me. He broke our
kiss and lowered his head to my chest. His lips found a nipple
and he resumed the gentle suckling I'd taught him while his hands
began to work on pulling down my slacks. I lifted my hips to help
him and soon my pants were tangled at my feet, blocked by my
shoes. I thought about stopping him so I could untie my shoes,
but decided that I'd put up with tangled feet as long as he kept
making my chest feel so good. His hands climbed up for my panties
and I lifted my hips again. His head rose from my chest to watch
the unveiling as the pink