Bisexual High School: Tales of Jones Lab School #20:The Argument
Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with his characters as individuals.
And: There may be some new stories that take place before this story, which is one year in the future from #18.
The Argument
by
Larry Marian
To the Jones Lab School administration cottage/dormitory students in grades 6 through 12, the boarding students were all "boarders." The sixth graders lived in one of six cottages, each one with cottage parents, a husband and wife team, one of whom had to be on the staff or faculty of Jones. Each cottage could hold ten students, though most did not. Grades 7 through 12 lived in grade level dorms, 7/8, 9/10, and 11/12. There each room had to have at least one occupant in the dorm grade level, and this was normally the boy who dated a younger girl. The exception was Room 207 of 11/12, which held now 13 year old BW Jefferson and 15 year old Johnny Yamaguchi, grandfathered as BW's parents were Coach JJ and Sam Jefferson, the 11/12 dorm counselors.
To the boarders, there was a different system, which excluded the sixth graders as they were in the cottages. The rest were room mates, roomies, or beddies. Some 40% were room mates, normally a boy and a girl of the same age who got along together and shared a room. Quite often they had a boy friend or girl friend who lived in another room. Then there were the roomies, some 30%. These students were more than just friends to the point that they well might kiss good night before slipping into their separate bed. These were the ones that might go so far as to scrub each other's back in the communal shower room. But they still might have a boy/girl friend in another room or dorm. Finally came the beddies. At some point, maybe even in a previous year, the two had shoved their beds together to share a common bed. Many of those might have a common blanket, quilt, or comforter, but separate sheets for each bed, though some slept under a common sheet as well. As long as one wore a V necklace, their class and school mates assumed that while some necking and petting might go on after the lights went out, regular intercourse didn't happen. But if neither wore the V, everybody else, student, faculty, and staff assumed that sleeping together for them meant. . . . sleeping together. These numbers increased as the age increased.
Bret Johnson and Lizzie Campbell were beddies. Both entered Jones at the same time, Bret in the 8th grade and Lizzie in 7th, so they were in the same dorm with a room mate. During the year they became boy friend/girl friend, so they requested to be room mates in the 9/10 dorm for the following year. That got granted so they moved in together the beginning of the next year. Others noticed they became roomies quite quickly and were beddies by Thanksgiving, but still wore the V necklace, which was presumed necessary for Lizzie, but Bret was way past 14/1 on Thanksgiving.
They had obvious affection for one another. Each got written up several times for an "improper show of physical affection," normally an observed public kiss, or arms around each other in public. Once they got caught with Bret's hand on one breast and his mouth on the other which actually earned each of them one swat, carried out simultaneously by the BoB and the DoG, with the middle school assistant principal acting as the warden, After that they were much more careful.
The affection stayed real, but each did have a roving eye. Both of them went to a PR from time to time, another guy with Lizzie or a girl with Bret. They'd agreed that what happened in a PR stayed in a PR. Both assumed the other was getting and giving oral sex, just like they gave each other. Lizzie, prodded by a girl friend who kept the V by engaging in anal sex, tried it and found it okay. Okay enough that she and Bret did it ever so often - like once a month.
So they progressed until Lizzie was a freshman and Bret a sophomore. The day after her 14/1 they came into breakfast and hung up a sheet, which was not stained, but had a sign pinned to it. "Gymnastics since Five. Hymen free since Ten" which nobody disputed as they hung up their V necklace on top of the sheet - which went back on the bed later that morning.
Then along came Prissy. She was a seventh grader, but looked like a tenth, both very mature in her body, which seemed fully developed to include trimmed, but full pubic hair, as though she wanted to look older. Older boys swarmed around her until they discovered she was a seventh. That was okay for a boy up to freshman, but any student past freshman was not supposed to form a relationship with another Jones student three or more classes below the older student. On top of that she did not wear a V necklace.
Bret got hit hard by this new girl with her Irish red hair, both above and below, her pigtails as to downplay her 34Bs width dark brown nipples and quarter sized areola, her infectious smile, and her deep South drawl. Finally, she stood at five foot four to Bret's five ten. So, the third time he talked with her, he asked if she would like to go with him to one of the small PR's - just for a private talk.
"Sure I'll come with you," she replied to his suggestion. Bret saw her eyes drop to his flaccid dick, which even soft measured four inches. He watched her eyes light up and he smiled. I've never gotten a piece the first time in my life, he thought. They went into the PR where Bret turned the lights to low and turn the outer sign to "locked, occupied."
He took her by the hand, led her to the wide couch and sat down, gently pulling her down with him.
"So what do you want to talk about?" she asked.
"You. What do you think of Jones?"
"There sure are a lot of cute naked boys," she said. Prissy looked directly at Bret. "You sure are one of them." She looked him up and down, her eyes resting on his cock. Bret noticed that as his cock began to harden and lengthen. He put his arm around her.
"That's nice of you," he said. "Uh, not to be too private, but you don't have a V. It isn't because you just won't wear it?"
"No. Last year I was stupid. I met a boy in the eighth grade. He talked me into letting him do it, I was in public school, not Jones. So, no V. Oh, well. That's okay. " She snuggled into his arm.
"You sure look kissable."
"I am," she said as she turned directly towards him, causing one breast to brush against his chest, His other arm guided his hand to cup her chin. He drew her face to him while moving his face to her. They kissed. His cock sprang to full attention. His hand holding her chin dropped to the 11 year old's 34B, cupping it while tweaking the nipple. Prissy's tongue stabbed into his mouth.
Moments later the two sank to lie on the couch, chest to chest. Bret kissed her boobs for a moment while she rubbed his chest, then his hand slid between her thighs, which she opened for his probing. She was very damp. Her arms drew him closer. He heard her breath and her moans. When he eased himself between her legs she hugged him again.
"Yes,'" Prissy moaned. He knew what she meant as he got lined up, then slid into her. "Oh, yes. You're so big. Yes." Lord, he thought. Sounds like Brekka, the junior. He began to rock and roll. Prissy began to make a continuous purr as she put her legs inside his and pump in rhythm with his thrusts.
He came, but she came herself as his spurts slowed. "Damn, you're good," he breathed.
"So are you. Wow. Three cums. Uh. I need to get to study hall. Haven't proven myself yet."
"Yeah. Well, I'm in room study myself. Gotta get there." They kissed again. "When again?"
"Tomorrow. Right after last class."
"Okay. I'll try to sign up for this one," Then they took one last kiss, a touch of a breast, a touch of a flaccid cock, before they were gone. Bret got to their room just as study hall beginning got announced.
"So. You get lost, sweetie?" Lizzie asked from her desk as he entered.
He kissed her neck. "No. Full disclosure went to a PR."
"Any girl I know?"
"You've seen her around, I'm sure. Well, maybe not. You're a girl and not interested in girls."
"Okay." So they did their homework and reading and such, with the little chit chat that beddies did as though they'd been married for 15 years. Study hall over, they went to the 9/10 common room for some conversation and two games of Spades, before going back to grab their towels and the bar of soap to head for the shower.
The clock drew towards lights out. That came as Bret turned off the bedside light and they drew to each other. Kisses turned to touches which turned to loving, nothing fancy, but Bret touched some buttons as she came three times, the last one quite noisily. They drifted off to sleep, holding hands.
The next day Bret came around the corner to see Prissy leaning against the wall, playing with her pig tail. "Hi," she said. "Some jerk wanted me to go with him. I told him `no.'"
"Good. Let's go in and say `yes.' " So they did. A bit prepared after yesterday's introduction, Bret got Prissy lying on the couch while his mouth went all over her breasts down to her pussy, which he worked over until her moan proclaimed a cum. Then she took his seven inches into her mouth. After he rested, they used the doggie position before departing for dinner,
And so it went for a week. Lizzie became more and more silent. On Sunday Lizzie lounged in the 9/10 common room playing solitaire with real cards when Charles M'urk walked in. "Hi, Lizzie," he said. "Where's Bret?" She looked at him, stood up, scattering cards , then rushed to him.
"Oh, Charles!! They say your Aunt Paige is the wisest woman in the world! You must have some of her smarts! What can I do?" She threw her arms around his light chocolate chest, being the youngest son of Francois and Cindy M'urk.
"Well, Lizzie. Were I evil, I'd pick you up and take you to a PR and have my will with you to punish Bret for ignoring you."
"Would you then take your spear to push him over a red ant hill and tie him down?"
"No. But I might tie him up to make him watch us." She laughed.
"Let's do that. Damn if I didn't go and look at the reservations, Prissy and Bret in PR #3 right now, The one next door is vacant. Let them see us going in as they come out. Then my bod is yours, my friend."
So it went just as Lizzie planned. She and Charles hung around the door to PR#7, holding hands, talking, joking, laughing until PR#3 opened to reveal Bret and Prissy walking out, arms around each other . As soon as she saw the other couple, Lizzie reached for the door to open it. "See you in the room later, Bret," she said as she led Charles into the PR, his 7 inch cock about 3/4 hard.
Tension lay heavy in their room all during study hall and the evening free time. They went to shower but when Bret went to their normal two, which were not occupied, she took one over. Lizzie toweled herself off before walking back to the room.
He entered minutes later to find Lizzie on the bed, stretched out across it, crying hard. He dropped down beside her to put his hand on her shoulder. She pushed it away.
"Lizzie. Please. What's wrong?" The words came out softly.
"WRONG!! WHAT DO YOU THINK? I DON'T CARE WHAT THAT CHILD LOOKS LIKE. SHE'S 11! DAMN IT BRET! YOU WANT TO LOOSE ME? YOU WANT ME TO LOOSE YOU FOR A FUCKING PRECOCIOUS 11 YEAR OLD?
"ONCE, YES. BUT EVERY DAY FOR TEN DAYS? DAMN IT!! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!" The tears flowed.
"Oh, shit!!! Lizzie, Elizabeth. Oh, God. Please! I love you. I screwed up. I did. There's some stuff I should have told you about her. Not tonight. But I need to tell you. God, Lizzie. I'm so sorry! Please! "
She raised her head. "The DoG finds out and they are going to beat your butt at least."
"Lizzie. You're right. Look tomorrow, I'll go to the DoG and the DoB and tell them what happened. I wasn't thinking. The kid needs some help."
Lizzie turned over. "Damn you, Bret. I still love you."
"I love you too, Lizzie. Maybe we can help her."
"I'll see the DoG tomorrow."
"Good. Lights out is coming." She shifted over to her side of the bed. "Bret. Lights out is coming. Will you sleep with me in our bed?"
Bret blinked. "Lizzie. Yes. Please."
"LIGHTS OUT. ROOM CHECK"
Their response sounded muffled, as though the "yes" came through two mouths, not one.
When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more than between three to five more stories. Like Topsy, this has grown. With growth came a few errors. For example, we have the line from the Teen Swim Party "... ranging from a bald, flat 11 year old..." when the invitation clearly states that the mandated ages are 12 to 17 so this line should read "... ranging from a bald, flat one who looked 11 . . ." Feel free to point out other errors. If I were to ever find a paper publisher, such errors will be corrected.
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