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St. Agatha's School for Herms

By: YKN4949



Chapter 1: The New School

I felt so disoriented. It was probably even worse than when my family had first moved me to America ten years before. I was just starting to getting ready to start my last year high school, I was eighteen and all of the sudden my parents told me that they wanted me to go to some private school in the middle of nowhere for TWO MORE YEARS. This school had some sort of weird age policy about grades and 18-year-olds were always juniors and 19-year-olds were always seniors. Weird. I knew my parents were loaded, but I didn't think that it meant I had to be snobby. I loved my slightly run down public school and my hand full of close friends. Yet here, I was at St. Agatha of Sicily's School for Girls in some tiny little town in New Mexico.

As I said, I am an immigrant. My name is Akhila Chopra and I moved to California with my family from New Delhi, India. My father started a data processing company there in the mid-eighties and we moved to San Francisco just before the big outsourcing boom. My dad made a ton of money and all the sudden I was a rich kid without even realizing it. I got the feeling when I was sitting in Headmistress Taylor's office that my father had provided some sort of huge gift to get me in. Because, I assume, I could not get in on my own. I thought my father was kind of ashamed of me for several reasons and this opportunity to ship me away was just what the doctor ordered in his view.

However, one thing my father was always proud about was how pretty I am. I tend to disagree, but it is the only thing I really had to hang my hat on at that time so I tried to believe it. I was (and still am) 5'2 and was a pretty skinny thing at 100lbs. I have very long, thick, dark hair and brown eyes. I have an exotic look in America with my long eyelashes, large eyes, and olive-brown skin. I have small breasts and wear a 30-A bra. I have a small, crystal stud in my nose. I am actually somewhat proud of my flat stomach and lithe legs. Despite my short stature and low weight I have a slight flair in my hips that gives me an almost-but-not-quite hourglass shape that looks youthful and attractive.

Not that I was showing this form off as I sat in the Headmistress' office after my parents had already left me. I was curled up in as small a ball as I could manage without embarrassing myself and waiting to go to my new dorm room and close myself in. I had been waiting quietly for almost twenty minutes when the door finally opened and the Headmistress walked in. She was an older woman, probably in her early sixties. She had a dumpy build and a severe look on her face that looked like she was quite uncomfortable.

"Hello Miss Chopra," the headmistress said in a clipped manner as she sat down at her desk, "I hope you trip went well. Put your feet down." She said it in almost one breath and I was a bit confused, but finally managed to set my feet on the floor.

"The trip was fine," I stammered. The voice that came out of me was weak and wavery and I recognized it from all those years ago when I started kindergarten in America and my accent was much thicker. I felt scared and alone like I did that day. Confidence...never my strong suit.

"Excellent," she said, looking at some papers on her desk. Without looking she reached into her desk and pulled out a thick package wrapped in brown paper. "Here are five uniforms, you are to keep them clean at all times. They are machine washable and pre-shrunk. Your mother gave us your measurements. You are to wear then on all school days, you can wear whatever you want on the weekends."

"Thank you," I said, reaching across the desk and taking the package from her.

"I assume that your parents told you the nature of our little school here, so if you do not have any questions, I will have someone show you to your room. Your roommates can show you to where your classes will be," The headmistress said, looking up briefly and expectantly as though she was ready for me to flee to the room. But I had no idea what she was talking about.

"The nature of the school? I don't know what you mean. My parents didn't tell me anything," I explained to her and she sighed.

"I cannot believe this. There is a reason why we generally do not allow transfer students.  Students should begin here at least at lower high school at age 16 and 17. You shouldn't be learning about these things at upper highs school at 18 or 19," she said as though it were to herself. I knew what that meant. My father's gift had been very, very generous.

"I am sorry," I said, squirming in the seat. She sighed and her demeanor softened. It was almost grotesque to see her suddenly looking matronly and understanding.

"No, no it isn't your fault. I am sorry," she said smiling, "Well then let me officially welcome you here to Saint Agatha's. This is a very special school with a very special and small student body. There are currently 669 students in the school from grades K-12 with around 50 girls in each grade. You will be enrolled in the upper high school which covers 11th and 12th grade. Girls come to this school from all over the country, but they have something in common." It was obvious that she had given this speech many times and had practiced the correct places to pause.

"Roughly two-tenths of one percent of all people born in this country are genetically hermaphroditic," she explained to me and I felt a bolt of lightning go through my body. What did she mean? How did she know? "That may not sound like a lot, but in the aggregate that is around 600,000 people of all ages in the United States. Now, of those around a third appear as men when dressed in clothes, a third an androgynous, and a third, like yourself Miss Chopra, are hermaphroditic and appear to be a woman in all ways except one. This school caters to girls like yourself, growing up in America looking like beautiful young women, but with male genitalia. Now, some of the girls in this school are true hermaphrodites with penises and vaginas, some have the very rare condition of having both completely operative. Some girls, like yourself, have female bodies but with internal ovaries, penises and no vaginas. Other girls have normal vaginas with what appears to be a very enlarged clitoris. Now I don't mean to get too graphic, I just want to explain to you the nature of the school. I assume your parents were too embarrassed to discuss it, which is terrible. We do not need to be embarrassed.

"Now as I said before, we generally do not allow girls to enroll after initial enrollment. There is a reason for this. The topic of our gender is not considered in the lower schools, meaning K-10. The girls there believe that they are at a regular all-girls school and if they know that they are different, they believe that they are the only ones. We do this for several reasons. First, we do not want to broach such a difficult issue with young girls, the other reason is that we want all the girls to see themselves as young ladies. If they grow up with girls and see them as girls and then learn that all of the girls they grew up with are just like them, well they will stop seeing themselves as different. At least that was the theory of our founder.

"When girls get graduate 10th grade they are told in a large assembly that all of the girls are hermaphrodites and encouraged to be secure and proud in themselves. However, we like to think that beyond that academic excellence is the hallmark of our school. We have many acclaimed alums including famous scientists, doctors, lawyers, and professionals. Furthermore, the entire faculty of this school and the administration are alumni. I myself an alumnus of the first class to graduate from St. Agatha's." With this she paused for a moment.

"I see," I said, sensing that she wanted me to say something.

"I understand this is very difficult. I think the revelation is going to be tougher for you. I find that the other girls bond very closely growing up and that 10th grade assembly really cements things. But we have some excellent girls here and I am sure that they will accept you with open arms. I have decided to place you in a dorm room with two of our seniors. They are very sweet girls and are excited about meeting you."

"Thank you," I said. I found myself staring at my crotch. I felt so embarrassed. My father had hated me since the moment I was born. I had been born with several minor birth defects that have since been cured. However, during the course of the doctor's investigation into my illnesses they incidentally discovered they I had ovaries and a uterus that appeared to be largely non-functioning. They were unsure of the gender I would more closely attach to as I aged and they talked my father out of removing my penis. I grew up and always felt like a girl. I began to grow breasts as I aged and my voice remained high. I have no Adam's apple. I truly think that I am a woman except for a very small area located between my bellybutton and upper thighs. I knew my father was embarrassed by me, sometimes I heard him talking in hushed whispers with my mother, spewing angry words and begging her to allow him to castrate me. Now he had gotten me out of my hair forever. In a sense he had given up on castrating my shame and had instead violently ripped me from his own life. I felt hot tears on my cheeks and before I could control myself I was sobbing in the headmistress' office.

She was around the desk in a few minutes with her arms around me. Telling me that everything was going to be alright and explaining to me that I didn't need to be embarrassed. I felt sick and gross and didn't want another person who was an embarrassment to their family trying to console me. I managed to pull myself back together and dried my eyes.

"There you go," the headmistress said, heading back behind her desk and grabbing her papers, then she called out to the door, "Ms. Pfeiffer, please show Miss Chopra to her room in Doyle Hall." A short, pretty woman in her early thirties came into the room and smiled at me.

"Follow me honey," she said with a comforting southern drawl. I hoped that my eyes weren't red and puffy and stood up. I almost forgot my package of new clothes but grabbed them and headed out.

"Your bags and personal items are already in your room, but you must unpack them yourself," the headmistress explained as I walked out the door. All the warmth had drained out of her again, as though she had summoned all she had for the year just for me. The door closed behind me and then it was just me and Ms. Pfeiffer walking out of the office door and into the quad.

The campus was quite beautiful. It consisted of ten total buildings. There were two dorms, four buildings with classrooms, the office, a gymnasium, and a library. They were organized in a wide circle with a large lawn called the quad in the middle. There were several trees on the quad and it looked quite pleasant. The buildings themselves were covered in a rough-cut grey rock façade covered in vines that gave it an Ivy League college appearance and the illusion of great age.

We immediately began walking to the upper school dormitory. The dormitories were the tallest buildings, both were ten stories tall and had over 100 rooms. The High School Dorm, Doyle, was where I would be living. There were generally two three girls to a room and I would be in one of the three girl rooms. Juniors and Seniors had the higher floors. I was very nervous about meeting my new roommates. We walked into the building and it looked quite modern despite the outside appearance. 

"So are you from around here," Ms. Pfeiffer said, shaking me out of my thoughts.

"What...oh no. I am from California," I said finally.

"That isn't too far," She explained, "When I was going here I had to travel all the way from Georgia. I am glad that I did, but that is a long drive." I was surprised. I almost stopped walking. I remembered that the headmistress had said that the people who worked here were also...like me. But I hadn't even thought of it until just then. Ms. Pfeiffer was a young and pretty woman. I had noticed a wedding band on her left ring finger. She was a normal person, not obscene in some strange way like the headmistress. I felt noticeably lighter all of the sudden. We rode up the elevator of Doyle together. Ms. Pfeiffer left me at room 810 at the very end of the 8th floor.

Chapter 2: The Roommates

I used the key that the headmistress had tied to my package of clothing and made my way into my new home. I was nervous that it would look and feel like a prison and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was warm, sunny, and inviting. Because it was on one end of the building it actually had three large windows with a breathtaking view of the surrounding area. It was bright and sunny in the room and would have felt like an expensive penthouse if not for the three beds. There was a bed directly underneath of each of the windows with a surprisingly large amount of open space in the middle of the room. There were three small desks against the wall with the door and I noticed that there were things on two of them already. Two of the beds were already made. One had a big, pink comforter and comfortable looking baby blue pillows. The other had a thick, handmade quilt and goose feather pillows. The other one, in the middle, appeared to be mine.

I spent the next hour or so unpacking my things. First things first, I made my bed and then opened up the drawers underneath of my bed and folded all of my clothes and put them away. It didn't appear that I would need them anyway. I opened up my little package of uniforms and took them out. I was surprised to find that they were not entirely unappealing. I put them on. There were white knee stockings, a red plaid, pleated skirt that fell right in between my knees and my hips, a white blouse with short sleeves, and a red tie. There was also one grey sweater with the school's insignia on the right breast. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt good. I looked kind of cute.

I hung the other four uniforms in the closet and noticed that there were eight other uniforms already there, apparently my roommates were also wearing the little outfit. I put away the rest of my things and got my computer set up on the one remaining desk. Then I was completely out of chores. I felt nervous and anxious and just wished my roommates would come back so that I could be finished with this torment. I knew they were both nineteen but beyond that I had nothing. I was so nervous; I had to get my mind on something else.

I lay down on my bed and looked out the window. It was a pretty view. I overlooked an area of desert and could see a small range of mountains in the far distance. I realized then that they must have had quite an expensive irrigation system to keep the quad so green and the vines on the building so un-fried. I supposed my father had something to do with that and I instantly fell in love with the desert and resolved to stay out of the quad except when I was walking to class. The desert should have stayed a desert; that was how it belonged.

I fell asleep at some point but I don't even really remember it happening. What I do remember was being suddenly awakened by a clatter at the door. I sat up quickly and got that light headed feeling you get when you nap in the middle of the day. I hoped I wasn't looking too spacey when the door opened up and my two roommates walked in.

"So then the Headmistress came in and she said that she could hear the class from her office and that if we couldn't 'respectfully use the privilege of a Latin class' then we didn't need to have one at all. Which is bullshit first of all and she can keep Latin for all I care. She is just in a bad mood about something else..." One of the girls said to the other as they stepped into the room. I felt uncomfortable. Like I was intruding on a conversation. And a room. And a friendship.

The girl who was speaking was the classically beautiful All-American girl. She was tall, probably 5'10 and very thin, no more than 110lbs. She had long blonde hair that she had braided and tied into two pigtails. Her eyes were wide and deep blue. She was chewing gum as she talked and spoke with a valley girl sort of inflection. She had small breasts, probably 32-A. Her body was exactly like supermodel. Her stomach was flat and her legs long and deceptively muscular.

"Oh hi!" she said in the warmest, most inviting way that I had ever heard and she ran across the room and wrapped me up in a big hug around the shoulder, "It's soo great to meet you. I am Quinn Heather. No I didn't say my name backwards, my parents gave me a backward name. This is Lucretia Domingo. We are your roommates this year. What is your name?" I was surprised by her earnestness and the easy acceptance she gave to me and I felt at home. I accurately guessed she was the one with the big pink comforter.

"Akhila Chopra," I said confidently for a change. This girl had a charisma about her that drew people out. She let go of me in the hug and the other walked forward and handed me her hand. I shook it.

"Nice to meet you," she said. She had a slight accent and I could tell from her name and look that she was from Italy. She was a little shorter than Quinn at 5'8 and 113lbs. She was curvier than Quinn as well with 36-C breasts and slightly wider, more hourglass hips. Her skin was lighter than mine, but much darker than the Anglo Quinn. Her most striking feature was her hair. It appeared as though she had waxed it completely bald. I knew didn't have cancer and wasn't on chemo because she still had sensuous eyebrows and incredible long, beautiful eyelashes. She chose to look that way and it was quite beautiful actually. I was surprised by that. Some of it may have been that it drew attention to her large, violet eyes. I had never seen eyes like hers before. It was like looking at frozen fire. That was her personality as well, cool on the exterior, but with obviously passion underneath. But I would learn that she was a dependable and loyal friend given to affectionate outbursts.

"I didn't think that you were for real," Quinn said, sitting down on her bed and crossing her legs. Lucretia sat down at her desk and I was standing in the middle of the room, in the middle of my new roommates, like I was on stage.

"Don't say that," Lucretia said, smiling, "That sounds like it is a bad thing."

"Sorry. What I meant was that I have known all the girls here for years. We have never had a new student before. All the new students are kindergartners," Quinn explained.

"I think my dad donated an airport or something," I said and they both thought it was hilarious. I would later come to find that this school was a place where wealthy parents dropped their embarrassing children. They knew how it was.

We talked for a little while about the school in general. I learned that the food was pretty good, especially on the weekends when they got some stuff from a caterer. I learned that most of the teachers were really good and that my impression of the Headmistress was pretty much spot on. I also learned that there was almost no contact between the school and the nearest town and that the only way to be absolutely sure you were expelled would be to spill 'the secret' to someone in lower high school or below. I learned that my class had a lot of girls who I would apparently like and that despite the fact that it seemed like a weird and unpleasant place, everyone here from the janitor to the headmistress had the same experience and they wanted to make sure that we were happy and healthy. I got the impression as we spoke that the girls were excited to have me around. I was new and different and a break from the somewhat monotonous drone of everyday life.

"So what kind of hermaphrodite are you?" Lucretia asked matter-of-factly. I suppose I should have known that this was not a taboo subject here, but I was used to thinking it was the most painful secret you could possibly have. I remember not showering after gym class in middle school and being afraid that I smelled bad just so no one would see me even though we had private stalls. I remember going to a special doctor hundreds of miles from home so that no one in the area, even a doctor bound by the patient-doctor privilege, would know about me. And my shame.


St. Agatha's School for Herms



"Well..." I said and then mumbled some other things.

"Oh come on," Quinn said, she didn't appear to be very delicate. She was brash, open, and unapologetic. She was everything I wasn't. I instantly admired her but was also a little bit afraid. I didn't want to reveal too much.

"Don't be mean," Lucretia said. She was like a big sister. I trusted her as soon as she said it.

"I'm not being mean. Stop taking the things I say and taking them to the worst possible place. I am seriously just trying to be nice. Do we not talk about these sorts of things? I mean for God's sake we..."

"I wasn't trying to accuse you of anything. I was just trying to get you to think of things from our new roommate's perspective," Lucretia said in a calming voice. They seemed to have a fun sort of relationship that would be interesting to watch for the year.

"Alright," Quinn said, taking a different tack, "Well what I was going to say was that it isn't uncommon for girls in the dorms here to be naked after lights out. So she is probably going to see us and we may see her." I was terrified when I heard this. I was looking at Quinn and she seemed completely unaware of my discomfort. I felt a hand on my shoulder turned to see Lucretia's beautiful eyes.

"It really isn't that big of an idea. When the Headmistress tells everyone 'the secret' after 10th grade we all kind of want to see what everyone else looks like. So we go naked for a while in our rooms. It sort of turns into a habit. I guess I just don't think of it as odd anymore. You don't have to if you don't want to and we will edit our behavior if it makes you more comfortable."

"So says the woman who claims that 'American prudish moral standards are killing me.' This from the girl who claims to want to break as many sexual taboos as she can think of" Quinn said laughing.

"This is different. Besides which, if you want to get into my sexual predilections I can explain to our young friend here that I am not the only one with a reputation," Lucretia said. It was good natured ribbing but it was making me feel very strange. Did the girls at the school have sex with one another? I decided to put an end to the discussion before I got in over my head.

"I am not uncomfortable. You guys can do whatever you want," I said as convincingly as I could.

"Good," Quinn said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" she said. I didn't know what to do, but Quinn didn't wait for my response. She unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on her bed, the tie flew off with it. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She moved her hands forward and allowed her bra to slide down her forearms. She caught it in her hands and threw it onto the bed. Her breasts were beautiful. They were an elegant teardrop shape with pink areolas the size of quarters. She had a bellybutton ring that I found very pretty. I was mesmerized now. I found that I desperately wanted to see her body.  She slowly unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall onto the floor. I saw her look up at me and grin. She turned around so that I couldn't see and then carefully pulled her white panties down to the floor and then lifted her feet and stepped out of them. Her butt was very cute and tight, but I found that I was desperate to see what was between her legs.

Finally, she did what I was begging her to do in my mind. She turned around quickly and put her arms in the air as if to say "Ta-dah!" My eyes instantly raced to the area below her midriff. She was waxed completely bare and she was quite easy to see. There, I noticed a small, soft organ a few inches below her belly button. It was about three inches long and didn't look exactly like my penis.

"It gets to be about three and a half inches when I am hard," she explained, "It isn't really a dick I guess. It is just a really, really big clit. I don't have any testicles so I don't cum. But it feels really good when someone plays with it."

"Oh," I said, staring deeply at her.

"See here," she said, lifting her clit up against her body, 'This is my pussy." She had soft-looking pink labia and it look pleasant to me somehow.

"It's very pretty," I said honestly.

"See nothing to be afraid of. See what I mean, turn around," Quinn said. I did and was surprised to find that Lucretia was already naked behind me. Her body was slightly different. I noticed that both of her nipples were pierced with little dumbbell shapes studs through them. Furthermore, I noticed that she in fact did have a penis. It was about 5 inches long and she had two balls hanging below it. She was also shaved bare and her penis looked oddly feminine on her elegant, female frame. She lifted her balls up and I saw that she too had a vagina, her labia was darker than Quinn's but it was equally cute.

"You're beautiful too," I said and Lucretia smiled at me.

"See, not a big deal," she said. Quinn giggled and then flopped back onto her bed, still naked, "You're turn," Lucretia said. I was surprised. I would have expected Quinn to say that and I figured I could deflect it, but it Lucretia was asking me to strip it didn't seem that I had much of a choice. I took a deep breath and started to loosen my tie.

"Ba-bah boom, bah-bah!" Quinn started to sing and my face turned very red. I wasn't angry, I knew she didn't realize how difficult this was for me, but Lucretia did and she shot her roommate a very angry glance. Quinn became quiet and just watched me. It was worse in some ways, but I could keep unbuttoning my shirt.

I took it off and threw it onto my newly made bed. I decided to unbutton my skirt next and set it carefully on the bed next to my shirt. My bra hooked in the front and I loosened it and let it fall off of my shoulders. The room felt cold on my bare nipples. I felt them getting hard. I closed my eyes. I couldn't stand to see the reaction of the girls when they saw me. I slipped my thumbs into my panties and quickly slid them down my legs. I stood up straight and heard what I had feared most. Gasps.Astonishment.

I couldn't bear it and I opened my eyes. Quinn and Lucretia were standing in front on me now, leaning forward. Their eyes were as big as saucers and they looked totally shocked.

"Holy shit Akhila, you're huge," she said and I looked down at my lifelong shame. Still a burden to me even with people who were supposed to be like me. Between my legs was a fully formed 8.5" penis. My testicles are also very large, nearly the size of Grade-A eggs. I put my hands over my penis and felt like I was going to cry.

"I am sorry," I said. I didn't really know what that meant, but I did feel sorry. I felt sorry for existing and making people feel uncomfortable.

"What are you talking about?" Quinn said in a shocked voice, "That is amazing. I have never seen a dick that big."

"Quinn, she is embarrassed," Lucretia said in a very serious voice, "Listen Akhila. I don't know why you are upset by the way you look but you really shouldn't be. Quinn wasn't making fun of you. If anything, she is jealous."

"Yeah I am!" Quinn giggled.

"Your penis is beautiful. You look so amazing with your tiny little body, with your caramel skin and feminine build and this big, sexy penis. I am telling you that if other girls see this thing, they are going to be knocking down our door to get a chance at it," Lucretia explained. I studied her eyes to see if she was lying but I could see she was absolutely serious. It was like I had walked into another world, but unlike Alice in Wonderland, I was better off on this side of the rabbit hole.

"Do you have a pussy?" Quinn asked. I shook my head and lifted my balls up so that they could see that I didn't have one.

"I like how well you wax it. It doesn't look like there is any irritation," Lucretia said, looking closely.

"Oh, I don't wax it," I said.

"You are such a liar. You can't shave that close!" Quinn said, getting off her bed and looking closer with Lucretia.

"No, I mean I don't do anything. I can't grow hair anywhere but on my head," I explained. It was one of the side effects of my strange genetic make-up.

"Wow, you are like the luckiest person on earth," Quinn replied and I knew for sure that I must be dreaming or I was in heaven. A world where everything tipped to make me the ideal girl. I felt lightheaded.

"You had better watch out," Lucretia said, "I think Quinn's mouth is watering." I blushed. I had never considered even the slightest possibility that I could be a sexual being and the sudden realization that the girls at this school were sexually active and that I could be an object of desire was alien.

"I like them...taller thank you," Quinn said, "No offense."

"None taken," I said. I could see in her eyes that she was just covering. I mean for the first time in my life I saw someone who knew everything there was to know and could still look at me with desire. It was an amazing feeling, like nothing I could adequately explain on paper.

"Lucretia likes it too, don't let her deflect it all on me. She is drinking you in the way she looks at Mrs. Henderson the math teacher," Quinn said. Lucretia's jaw dropped and she threw a pillow from her bed at Quinn.

"I'll have you know that until I have Mrs. Henderson I will not rest. Sleeping with a teacher would be the ultimate," Lucretia explained. I would later learn that there was a whole list of taboos that Lucretia wanted to break before she graduated and that she had already gotten through a few of them.

"How about you Akhila, what kind of girl are you in the market for?" Quinn asked, "Or are you into dudes. I have to warn you that they are kind of hard to come by around here."

"Oh I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it."

"Well you have some time to figure it out," Lucretia said and I noticed that she was putting her clothes back on. Quinn started doing the same.

"Dinner time, if you'd like to come with us," Quinn explained. I began putting my clothes on as well.

"I'd love to," I said and prepared got dressed quickly for a meal with my new friends.

Chapter 3: Getting Comfortable

The first month of school just seemed to fly by. I started my classes and found that while they were more challenging than at public school, that the teachers were more involved and more helpful. I really enjoyed my social sciences class and felt like I was learning something that I would one day one to study in college. I took math with Mrs. Henderson and I must admit I understand what Lucretia saw in her. She was a short, pixie of a woman in her late twenties. She was probably on 5'0 and weighed no more than 112lbs. She looked like a student. She had small breasts, a tiny build and looked like you'd imagine the heroine in a story about elves to look. She had short, blonde hair and brown eyes.

I got to know some of the girls in my class and I was excited to find that they were all as warm and open as my roommates had been. I was also a bit relieved to find that the nudity at the school appeared to be reserved for the bedrooms and I wasn't forced to disrobe in front of any of my immediate classmates. However, I did learn that there was quite a good deal of sex going on at the school. The teachers appeared to act as though they did not notice but I often saw girls kissing each other in the hallway or holding hands while they sat in the library. It was brazen, open, and largely very sweet. But it didn't happen where the younger girls could see.

However, one day I saw a pair of 11th grade girls holding hands and walking across the quad. They turned and kissed one another and I noticed a teacher run across the quad and slap their hands. I couldn't hear what she was saying but I saw her yelling and then I saw her point towards the lower school. It was pretty obvious that they were being admonished for setting a bad example for the younger girls. It was then that I noticed that the affection was only ignored when it had absolutely no chance of creating problems with the underaged students.

With that said, I was even becoming a bit more comfortable with my nudity. Each night at 10 o'clock all girls had to be in their rooms and the upper school had a strict lights out after midnight. When lights out occurred we would darken the room but light small candles in our window. We would then get naked and sit up for a while longer and just talk about things. Soon it was just part of my routine and I didn't think about it anymore. I noticed that they hadn't gotten used to my body as well and they no longer stared at my penis lustfully whenever it was out.

The only time my nudity caused me concern now was when I had an erection. I noticed that the other two got them on occasion and I didn't see anything particular strange about it, but when it happened to me I was mortified. Some mornings I would try to run out of the room and get into the bathroom with a towel around my waist so that my roommates wouldn't noticed my immense morning wood. But I am sure they noticed. I noticed theirs.

I found that the longer I was at school the fewer and fewer things there were that made me uncomfortable. I mean the list was much shorter already. I felt like I was coming out of a shell that had taken 18 years to make. I had more friends at school than I had ever had at home and I felt closer to them because we were all aware of the thing that used to come between me and my friends. 

Another exciting development was my new work study job. All of the girls appeared to have some work study and it was primarily there to provide some minor services to the school and in exchange the girls got a small amount of pocket money to spend at the school store in the cafeteria building or in town. Quinn worked at the school library at the help desk and Lucretia worked at the schools daycare for the kindergarten-third grade babysitting service the school ran on the weekends.

I had been a peer mediator at my old public school. The nature of my job was to listen to two people who were in conflict with one another and try to get them to come to a mutually beneficial solution to the problem without my direct input. I was just to facilitate. This experience allowed me to be a peer counselor at St. Agatha's. Now I was just talking to a single girl one on one. There was nearly two weeks of training before I was allowed to see my first "client" as we called them. Again I was not supposed to make suggestions to them; I was just supposed to listen to their problems and try to facilitate the girl's ability to solve her own problems herself. It was quite gratifying and my various clients told me that I really helped them. And while everything I heard in the counselor's chamber was strictly confidential, it did help me learn more about the school and the girls who went there.

Through my job I learned that almost all the girls at the school were dating or had dated one of the other girls at the school. I learned that there was almost no dating of girls outside of the school or any boys. I also learned that Quinn was both the most popular girl in the entire school and one who created the most mixed feelings. She was apparently a woman eater and the previous year had tried to go through the entire senior class before they left. While she was never successful in getting all 50+ girls in the class, I was amazed to find that she had been able to get fifteen or twenty into her bed. That doesn't even cover the girls in her class. And now my class was a whole new opportunity. I was getting especially close with my roommates as friends but there was still something about Quinn that made me nervous. 

She was just so out there and in your face that sometimes I felt that I was overwhelmed in her personality when we were together. I really liked her but felt like a sycophantic loser when I talked with her. All I could do was gush over how cool I thought she was. I knew that I was just jealous of her personality and wanted to be like her but I was afraid that I was coming off as insincere or mocking. Furthermore, her open discussion of all things sexual made me a bit uncomfortable. I couldn't get comfortable with that part of myself yet. Quinn had taken to talking about a 11th grade girl that she was madly in love with (I had classes with her, she seemed sweet). She was apparently a short girl with red hair that I had never seen and Quinn had decided that because this girl had a reputation as a complete ice queen that she would focus all her efforts and her charms on seducing this one girl rather than a whole bunch of girls. She said it like she was planning a winning move in chess and the familiarity of it was very strange to me.

The word around school about Lucretia was that she was some sort of sexual freak. People said it in an almost reverent way that I couldn't understand, but I don't think Lucretia would have taken offense. I also learned that she was unfailingly kind except when someone crossed one of her friends in which case she could be coolly and frighteningly vicious. All of these facts served to strengthen my admiration for Lucretia. I also found that I was not the only one who considered her unique look incredibly beautiful.

All in all, life at St. Agatha's was a dream come true. I knew that my father had dumped me at this school merely to get me out of his hair, but it appeared to be a blessing in disguise. I was truly happy here for the first time in my life. I mean happy with my surroundings and happy with who I was. That had never happened for. I suppose that if I believed that the ends justified the means that I should have called up my dad and thanked him for putting me at St. Agatha's. However, I still hated him for hating me, I just knew now that not everyone hated me.

Chapter 4: Breaking the Seal

I vividly remember that first night when last few discomforts began their inevitable fall. It was a Thursday night I remember. It had to be Thursday because Quinn was not there at lights out. She had special permission by the headmistress to stay at the library until midnight on Thursdays so that she could make a little overtime money and so that she could catch up on some of the replacement of books in the stacks. I came to really enjoy Thursday nights, not because I didn't enjoy having Quinn around but because it allowed me to have Lucretia to myself for a while, which I really loved.

I guess I should clarify as I have been gushing over Lucretia for a while now. It is not as though I was madly in love with Lucretia and wanted her to be my girlfriend or anything like that. I freely and openly admit that I had an intense sexually attraction to her (and to Quinn as well). But the nature of our relationship was not romantic. The admirable qualities I found in Lucretia and to a substantial but lesser degree in Quinn, I wanted for myself. I admired them both greatly as though they were mixtures of older sisters and goddesses. And Lucretia was the Venus of my personal Olympus, the ranking female on the mountain.

So it was one of these Thursday nights and lights out had just occurred. I had been planning on talking to Lucretia for a while. It was October by that point, so I had been in school for more than a month and no longer feared that everything could eventually vanish in a puff of smoke. I wanted to get inside of Lucretia's head. I wanted to talk about sex with her. I knew about her reputation but had to put it in such a way that didn't implicate any of the information I got in my counseling sessions. We were already naked in our beds.

"Hey Lucretia, can we talk?" I asked, trying to sound light hearted.

"Sure," She said, and she threw off her covers and hopped onto the floor. She sat cross-legged on the floor and placed a light candle in front of her. I couldn't help but look at her limp penis lying against her leg. I took off my own covers and got down onto the floor as well. I sat the same way she did and looked at her. She looked gorgeous in the flickering candle light. I sat there for a moment and then she raised her eyebrow as if to ask when I was going to get to the point.




St. Agatha's School for Herms



"Sorry," I said and she smiled. She was used to my jerky sort of speaking fashion and I was really impressed with her patience.

"It isn't a problem," she said and then put her arms straight back and leaned on them, looking relaxed and waiting for me to get read. She sat forward again and looked at me intently when I began to speak.

"Do you remember when I first got here and you and Quinn were talking about stuff?"

"All we do is talk about stuff," Lucretia said in a playfully mocking tone and I giggled. She knew just how to put me at ease.

"No, what I mean is that you talking about how she likes to conquer bunches of girls and she was talking about how you liked to..." I didn't know how to finish the sentence, but she did.

"To break taboos."

"Yeah," I said.

"Well it's true, what about it?" she asked. I could tell that she kind of wanted to talk about it but she needed me to invite her to do it. It was exactly what I wanted to do.

"What did she mean by that?" I asked. Lucretia smiled at me and then lay down on the carpet in a slinky sort of way, propping her head up with her arm, her elbow on the rug.

"It means that I want to do everything sexually that I am told that I am not supposed to do because it is immoral and not allowed. Thankfully, here in America everything but missionary style sex between one man and one woman is a taboo so just about everything from masturbation to bestiality is an equal evil."

"Have you done those things?" I asked, not entirely clear on what they meant.

"Well masturbation is playing with yourself and I have certainly done that. Bestiality is fucking an animal and I can say that that might be one taboo I won't be able to cross off my list before I die. I just can't get excited when I look at a goat," she said and I laughed and she laughed with me. I had never known the word for playing with myself, but I had certainly engaged in that little taboo plenty of times on my own.

"Have you had sex with a lot of people?" I asked.

"Not as many as Quinn, but more than you," she replied.

"I am a virgin," I said, "It doesn't take much to beat me." She laughed at me. I think she was impressed with my ability to openly talk about something sexual without blushing.

"What is the worst taboo you have broken?" I asked. Her face got a bit serious for a moment and it was clear that she was thinking deeply about something. She shook her head and smiled a bit.

"I don't think I am ready to tell that story yet," she said and I understood. I could hardly ask her to give something that I definitely wasn't willing to give to her. I knew the worst taboo I had broken in my life and I certainly wasn't ready to share.

"I under...."I started to say, but then Lucretia suddenly put her hand on her head and rubbed her beautiful bald skull.

"Oh shit!" she said and it was quite shocking. When she swore she usually swore in Italian. When she swore in English it meant that she was very upset and wanted to be crude.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"I forgot to shave today. I am going to have a shadow on my head tomorrow morning if I don't do it tonight, but I don't have the right mirrors," she explained and I felt bad for her. She looked so beautiful as she was and I knew she wanted to maintain it.

"I am sorry," I said.

"Plus it gets worse than just the shadow, Akhila. While we are on the topic of sexual excitement I guess I should explain. I don't just shaved my head because I like the way it looks. I get a sexual thrill from it," she explained, "It is a little fix I get every day and I am going to angry and uncomfortable with myself tonight without it." I was a bit confused.

"How can shaving your head be sexual?" I asked her and her concerned demeanor broke and she was back to explaining things to this girl who understood nothing. I think she enjoyed me as a project. A person who had never considered at all the things she had dedicated her life to.

"It is hard to explain. But to be sexual something doesn't have to touch parts of your body or penetrate your or anything like that. Anything that gives you sexual pleasure counts. I shaved my head the first time about two years ago on a whim and the feeling of the razor moving over my head and the sight of the hair falling into the toilet was somehow erotic to me. It doesn't matter if no one else understands. I like it." I noticed that as she talked, Lucretia's breathing became shallower and her nipples became hard. I looked at her penis and noticed that while it was not hard, it was plumped as though it were partially filled with blood. I was excited because she was excited. Suddenly, I was struck by an interesting idea.

"I could do it for you," I said in a surprisingly husky voice. Lucretia bit her lower lip and looked into my eyes.

"Seriously?" She said and I could see that she was enticed, "No one has ever done it for me before. That could be fun."

"It could be," I replied.

"But you have never shaved before right? You don't know how," Lucretia pondered. I was crushed. I was really excited about trying it now.

"You can tell me how," I said earnestly and she could tell that I wanted to do it as bad as she wanted it.

"Okay," she said and she stood up and went over to her shower basket. She took a new razor out of a package and grabbed a can of shaving gel. We had a small sink in our room in one of the corners so we could brush our teeth. She took a small plastic bowl and filled it up with warm water and returned to the rug in the middle of the room and handed them to me.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Well first you have to put the shaving cream on my head," she explained. I picked up the can of gel. It was like an alien canister or something but I managed to pop the lid off and figure out the nozzle. I squirted a large wad of green goo into my hands. I stood up and walked around behind Lucretia. I got up on my knees behind her so that her head was just below my breasts. I put my palm flat on her head and started to rub the gel into her skin. It lathered up really well and I was impressed as it turned white. 

Her head felt pretty smooth to me and I didn't know what she was talking about, needing to shave now. Maybe it grows quicker at night. The feeling of the smooth, somewhat sticky shave gel on my fingers while I moved it over her glossy head was electric. I moved my hands like I did when I worked shampoo into my hair. I could tell that Lucretia was enjoying it as well. She moaned a little and then caught herself. I was becoming excited. I was glad that she was in front of me as she could not see that I was becoming aroused. My penis was hard and it was all I could do not to feel how the shave gel would feel if I rubbed it on myself.

"Careful, I want to keep my eyebrows," Lucretia said and giggled. I had gotten so into it that I hadn't noticed that some of the shave gel almost down onto her face.

"Oh sorry," I said giggling.

"It's alright. I think you have gotten enough of the shaving cream on me. Wipe your hands off on that towel and pick up that razor," Lucretia said in a soft and instructive voice. I did as I was told, "Now dip it in the water once really quick, you need to get it a little wet." I giggled like a dorky kid when she said that and she turned and slapped me playfully on the arm. When she turned I saw her catch a glimpse of my hard penis. She turned quickly, but I could see a grin on her face.  I dipped the razor in the warm water.

"Okay, I am ready," I said.

"Aright," she said and then explained to me the way I was supposed to put my left hand on the back of her neck and throat to steady myself and then how I was supposed to carefully move the razor from the front of her head to the back. I was to stop often and rinse off the razor and I was to continue going until all of the shaving cream had been removed.

I did as she said and it was slow, careful work. I noticed that her breathing was very shallow and that when I looked over her shoulder her nipples were hard little bullets and her penis was fully erect and a small amount of pre-cum was dripping down the shaft. She was obviously enjoying this lot. I was too. We were both moaning and groaning while I slowly moved the razor over her head, removing the white cream and exposing her silky skin. Finally I had finished shaving her head and she was almost shaking. 

I put the razor down in the water and told her that I was done. As though all of her energy was spent, she fell back against me, panting. Her head fell against my breasts and she turned her fiery eyes up at me. I felt like I was frozen.

"Thank you so much. That was amazing," She said. 

"I loved it," I replied honestly. She reached her arm back around my head and pulled me towards her. Our lips met and her mouth opened. I felt her tongue against my lips and opened my own mouth and let her in. It was my first kiss and it was amazing. Her tongue was so wet, soft, and rough. It tickled my teeth and filled my mouth. She broke our kiss and I opened my eyes. She staring at me intently and sexually. It made me feel amazing. I looked down at her body and noticed that she was slowly stroking her penis. I had made her do that. It was so cool!

"I am sorry if I surprised you. That was just really intense," she said, her eyes never breaking contact with my own.

"No, it was really nice. I wasn't upset. It was like we were in control of ourselves or something. In a really good way," I said. She nodded her head and sat up.

"That's the feeling that I always try to cultivate. That is why I try to break sexual rules," she explained. Then it seemed to make sense. It was like she had somehow set this all up to teach me something, but I knew that that was impossible.

"I think I understand," I said.

"Isn't there anything that makes you feel like that? Anything that feels just good and you don't care if it is wrong or it isn't supposed to happen?" she asked, pulling herself out of my lap and spinning around to face me. She stopped stroking her penis and was looking at me intently. I could tell she was excited.

"Well..." I said. I knew of something that she would probably be interested in, but I was nervous about saying it. It was really strange.

"If you ever want to help me shave my head again, you are going to tell me what you are thinking about right now," she said giggling and giving me a semi-serious glare. I laughed.

"Okay. Well there is something that I really like, but I think that it is strange that I do it. I mean I can't help doing it but I also can't help that I really like it," I said diplomatically.

"Ugh!" Lucretia yelled out, "Don't talk to me in riddles, just tell me."

"Sorry. Okay, so sometimes when I am really horny, I don't just get an erection. I also lactate," I said. It felt very strange to say it, but it was nice. No one else knew about it. Not my parents, not the doctors. No one. I just assume it is part of my weird genetic make-up that I lactate in large amounts on an almost daily basis whenever I get horny. It was like a sexual release outside of ejaculation and it was an intricate part of my masturbation rituals. I looked at Lucretia and she was staring at me with her jaw somewhere near the floor.

"You are joking," she said incredulously.

"I swear to God," I said, looking down at my hard nipples. I could feel that the milk was already there, just a little bit of pressure in the right spot and Lucretia would see that I was telling the truth.

"That is so hot! I wish I could do that," she said and I could tell that she was serious. I was very proud of making her jealous for a change, "Can you do it right now. I mean I can see you are horny. That third leg of yours is hard as a rock." She pointed to my penis and she wasn't lying.

"Yeah, I can feel the milk in me right now," I said. I took my right nipple and squeezed it slightly in a very certain way. I little bit of milk dripped out and landed expertly on my finger. I released my breast and held my finger out for Lucretia to inspect. She took my wrist in her hand and inspected it.

"How much do you make?" she asked, looking at the little pearl of milk intently.

"It varies based on a lot of things I guess. I mean I usually make some every day. Sometimes there are only a couple of drops, but usually there is a couple of ounces. The most I ever produced was about four pints in a day, but that is very strange. I would say the average is between one and two pints."

"Wow, that is kind of a lot," she said, swiping the drip of milk off of my finger with her own and putting it very close to her eye, "What do you do with it?"

"I throw most of it away most days, but sometimes I like to drink it," I explained. Her eyes flashed open wide and she looked at me with a devilish smile.

"What does it taste like?" she asked intensely. I could tell I was really exciting her. I was glad that I wasn't weird, that other people could be aroused by my milk.

"It is way different that like regular milk. It is thinner, more watery I guess. But it is also a lot sweeter, I don't. Have you ever had vanilla soymilk? It is a little like that, but less vanilla-like," I explained. It was hard to say exactly what it was like, but I think she got the idea. I was surprised when she quickly slipped her finger into her mouth, tasting my milk.

"Oh my god, you are so right," she said, "Can I have some more?"

"Okay," I said and I put my arms back behind me and leaned my weight on them. It thrust my tits forward, "Suction is the best way to get it out." She crawled forward on her hands and knees.

"I wouldn't have wanted it any other way," she explained. She closed her eyes and took my right breast between were thumb and fingers. She stuck her tongue out slightly and then slid it underneath of my nipple. Her tongue was rough and warm and I arched my back into her. She had the entire nipples in her mouth now. I closed my eyes as she started to suck. It was the same old feeling that I felt when I did it to myself, except no craning pain in my neck. It was like a gentle suckling and I felt like I could feel it wicking out of me. It was such a wonderful feeling. 

I could tell that she liked it too. She made a slight 'yummy' noise in her throat as the first few drops trickled into her throat. Then the flow increased. I could feel her swallowing and it really turned me on to think about my milk pooling in Lucretia's stomach. I felt a chill run through my body.

After a few quick gulps, Lucretia stopped sucking. She pulled her head away from my nipples and grinned at me, "how was it?" I asked. She didn't answer. She put her hand behind my head and pulled me in towards her. She kissed me and as her mouth opened, my milk flowed into my mouth along with her tongue. The taste was incredibly sweet as it always was, but it was more exciting now. I giggled a little and milk spilled down my chin and onto my breast. While I was swallowing the milk, Lucretia licked what I had spilled off my chin and breasts.

"That is amazing!" She said, "If I were you I would never stop."

"It is tough," I admitted while giggling. She didn't wait long. Soon she was suckling on my other breast. She was even more voracious this time, there was a slight pinch as she sucked me dry. Again, she took the last mouthful and spit it into my mouth. Her saliva and my milk mixed together, making it taste thicker in my throat. 

"That is so great!" Lucretia re-iterated. My entire body was shaking, "Is something wrong?" She asked, concerned now.

"Oh it was just so intense," I said. She smiled and sat down next to me and put her left arm around me.

"You need a release?" she asked and it felt sort of jarring to my ears. But I wasn't thinking, I just nodded. Lucretia took my hand in hers and gently wrapped my own hand around my penis. She moved my hand up and down a couple of times and then let go. I kept moving in the same rhythmic fashion. I looked over at Lucretia and she was doing the same. She looked so beautiful. She had a at least ten rings on her fingers and as they slowly, and skillfully manipulated her cock she moaned in a very high pitched voice. I was moaning to. We turned our heads and kissed while we worked.

Suddenly, Lucretia moaned into my mouth and our kiss broke. I opened my eye and saw her hand flying now. She arched her back and gasped loudly and suddenly her cock erupted. Cum shot out of her body in a big arch. I was amazed at its speed and distant. Most of it landed on Lucretia's breasts, but a small amount landed on my lip. I stuck my tongue out and licked it off, hoping she didn't see me. She was busy scooping the cum off of her tits and shoveling it into her mouth.

"I love my cum," she said, breathing heavily. The idea of that sent me over the edge. I stroked by cock harder, rubbing the tip gently with my thumb. Suddenly, the cum came. I was a bit embarrassed, I never had the distance or speed of ejaculation that Lucretia had, but I made up for it in volume. Like a Hawaiian volcano, big thick blobs of cum burbled out of my cock and landed on my fingers and stomach. The spurts kept coming, more than I had ever had before. At least four or five ounces of cum pooled on my belly and dripped down my ass onto the floor.

"Oh god!" I said. The feeling was so incredibly intense I didn't have a chance to be embarrassed by the amount. It felt like the orgasm was so intense it made my butt clench incredibly tight. I felt pin pricks all over my body and my vision went sort of dark. When I was able to see again I saw Lucretia scooping my cum off of the floor and into her mouth.

"Jesus Akhila, you are so hot!" she said, "I have never seen this much cum at once. Everything about you is bigger and tastes better than anything else. Look!" When she said that she stuck a finger into my mouth. A big load of cum was shoveled into my mouth. It was thick and salty and sweet. It was indescribably good. I couldn't admit to Lucretia, even then, that it wasn't the first time I had taste my cum, but it tasted better on Lucretia's forefinger.

"We better clean this up before Quinn gets back," I finally managed to say and Lucretia giggled.

"You are so cute when you worry," she said, "We will clean up, but only if you promise to do that again sometime."

"Deal," I said, grabbing a towel.

Chapter 5: Story Time

Despite that promise, the next few weeks flew by with so much school work and work study that I never found time to be alone with Lucretia. Or anyone else for that matter. I was really starting to fit in now. I went into town twice with some girls in my grade. I couldn't manage lunch with either Quinn or Lucretia most days, but have managed to find a couple of girls who I liked to eat with. Furthermore, I found that people I didn't even know seemed to know my name and I knew theirs. It was like a community.

Another exciting development was that I found after my night with Lucretia that I was less intimidated by Quinn. While I didn't talk to her about sex or respond to her statements most of the time, I could laugh at her sexual jokes and imagine what she was talking about when she described past events. I think she noticed, but I don't think she had any idea as to why.

The things changed for the better again. It was the first Friday in November and I noticed that all day Lucretia and Quinn were very excited. They deflected my questions about it and acted like they didn't know what I was talking about but they were definitely bouncing all over the room all day. Finally, as we neared lights out I finally asked them point blank.

"What is going on today, come on, I am not stupid," I said.

"Well..." Lucretia said teasingly and Quinn snorted.

"Don't be a bitch!" I said. I had never had fun catty girl talk before. It was fun.

'Fine!" Quinn said, "It was kind of supposed to be a surprise but you are such a whiner, I guess we can jump it forward." Then they said there for a second to two more.




St. Agatha's School for Herms



"Seriously tell me!" I said, throwing my hands in the air and they laughed at me.

"Okay, so the headmistress is really paranoid about people sneaking out, so they walk the hallways at night and if you are out of the room and you aren't going to pee, then you are in serious shit," Quinn said.

"I know," I said, I had been angrily accosted twice, only to reveal that I desperately needed to go to the bathroom. The headmistresses didn't want us having sex with kids from town, so we weren't allowed out of the dorms at night. They also like to pretend like the girls don't have sex with one another so they try to keep girls sneaking into each other's rooms to 'watch television' after lights out.

"Well what you and everyone except for Quinn and I don't know, is that Mrs. Dartmoor, the bulldog who watches over us, decides to be a complete bitch the first two months to scare the shit out of everyone, then she starts drinking and usually passes out around midnight for the rest of the year. She still stumbles through the hallways on those nights to make her presence felt, but she can't even see," Lucretia explained. This was pretty exciting.

"Lucretia figured it out last year when she was trying to masturbate outside at night to try to notch another thing off of her list..." Quinn said.

"Actually, you figured it out while you were trying to find a place to take Jessica Stratmore so that her best friend, your girlfriend and roommate last year, wouldn't know you were fucking her..." Lucretia said batting her eyes knowingly. It was hard to know who was telling the truth.

"It doesn't matter," I offered, "What does it mean?"

"It means Lucretia and I have a special spot in the building we discovered. We want to take you to check it out," Quinn said. The sudden disclosure after the day long tease was kind of shocking but I was excited. The next two hours were agonizing. I figured out why they didn't want to tell me. Any change in routine at the school was fun and this promised to be very interesting.

Finally, midnight rolled around and both Quinn and Lucretia were positive that Mrs. Dartmoor was passed out and then we carefully opened the door. Quinn put her finger to her lips, indicating we needed to be quiet. Not for the old lady, but to avoid the other girls. I felt honored that a secret that they shared was given to me. No one else knew.

We crept over to the stairwell and I assumed we were going to head down. I figured we were going to go to the lounge on the first floor. Instead we started walking up. We were already near the top but we went passed the next floor and then kept walking. We got to the very top of the stairway and it didn't look like there was anywhere else to go. Lucretia got down on her knees. There appeared to be a utility panel near the floor.

Lucretia appeared to have a pocket knife and a bobby pin in her hand was quietly and carefully prodding at the door. I felt like we had been standing there for hours when there was a gently clicking sound and the door swung opened. Lucretia looked back and gave us a smile and a thumbs up. I looked at the door. I had expected circuits or something, but instead there was a narrow crawlspace. It was an attic!

We all got down on our hands and knees and started to crawl into the tunnel. It was very narrow and I had a small case of claustrophobia but I was in the middle and they kept me moving. It was longer than I thought it was going to be but at least it was clean and did have any particular smell. Finally, I saw Lucretia in front of me enter into a room and then I passed into it as well.

It was very dark, but Lucretia quickly lit a candle. She had brought a backpack with like a dozen candles and plenty of matches. Lucretia walked around the room lighting candles and setting them on waxy places I assume had been used for that same purpose in the past. The room was oddly shaped, the frame appeared to be triangular, like we were sort of in the slope of the roof. At the highest point it was about 8 feet tall, but sloped all the way down to the floor. It was a pretty long room, maybe twenty feet, but Lucretia put the candles in an area about ten feet wide. There were some old boxes placed around and a couple of crates, but it looked like my roommates had long since moved them around so that there was a wide open space. A small carpet and some pillows were on the floor.

"Ta-da!" Quinn said in a loud voice. I assume that they had tested the insulation and knew that we were safe.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I don't know, some sort of storage closet or something that they forgot existed in like the thirties. We come up here and steal stuff to pawn. We also have a TV and stuff around here somewhere. They have some rare stuff. Last year Lucretia sold a candelabra for $350," Quinn said, peering into a crate and pulling out a dingy silver plate.

"More than anything else it is a place that no one else knows about that we do. We don't have to be quiet at lights out, we can watch movies, other than those rated G, it is almost like being someone older than a child for a couple of hours at night," Lucretia explained. I had noticed that the security measures at St. Agatha's were a bit extreme but I bet it would have been worse when you were 19 years old and had been there since you were six.

Quinn and Lucretia grabbed some pillows and lay down on the rug. I shrugged my shoulders and lay down with them. Quinn got up quickly and walked behind some of the boxes and came back with a twenty-four pack of really cheap looking beer. I got a little nervous.

"How long has that been back there?" I asked warily. The other two laughed.

"We come up here to drink mostly," Lucretia explained, "But I swear, we only store the liquor up here. Quinn snuck some beer up here last Saturday while I got in a fight with Mrs. Dartmoor about whether or not I was really going to the bathroom." Quinn opened a beer and then handed one to Lucretia and to me. Lucretia opened her beer quickly and took a drink. I tried to do the same but ended up coughing and choking. It was horrible. The others laughed.

"Sip it at first," Quinn explained, "You stop noticing the taste once you're drunk." It was pretty serviceable advice. Before long, I was feeling very strange. I had only had three beers and we were just talking about our families but I felt very strange and knew that I was drunk, although I had never been before.

"She is hammered already!" Quinn said and giggled. Lucretia finished another drink and agreed. I knew they were making fun of me for being a lightweight but I really didn't care. I was happy. I knew I had a stupid look on my face. I was feeling very horny as well. We were all still wearing our uniforms and I am sure the other girls could see my erection forcing my skirt up.

"Ready to keep a promise," a voice whispered into my ear. I looked over and Lucretia was smiling at me. I knew what she meant. I decided to ask a question that I had been wanting to ask of the girls, but had been too nervous to do so. I liked the way the alcohol stole my inhibitions away from me.

"Hey you guys," I said so that they both could hear, "You are always teasing each other about sex."

"Yeah..." Quinn said, downing the rest of her sixth beer.

"Well I know you like having sex EVERYONE," I said, pointing at Quinn, "and you like to do some weird stuff."

"Yeah..." Quinn said, she was laughing at me, but I could tell that she was enticed, she loved to talk about sex and the fact that it was me really seemed to make her interested.

"Well what is your favorite thing you have ever done?" I asked. I mean it was a good question. They seemed proud of their proclivities and I felt it would be cool to know what they liked. They both looked at one another and smiled, "Have you ever had sex with one another?"

"One question at a time," Lucretia said.

"The second one first then," I said. I had never considered it before, but it would have made perfect sense. They argued liked an old married couple and both seemed to think about nothing but sex.

"No," Quinn said, looking over at Lucretia, "Just friends."

"Why not!" I said shocked and they both thought that it was a very funny comment for a virgin to make.

"Just never happened," Lucretia said, "maybe someday."

"Yeah," Quinn said. Neither seemed to be upset by my question, it wasn't like they weren't attracted to one another, they just didn't seem to have had any real desire to have sex with one another at that point. I couldn't really understand the way they thought, but I shrugged my shoulders.

"The first question now!" I said after we hat sat in our little circle of candles in complete silence for a few seconds, or maybe it was minutes. I was pretty drunk.

"You tell us first," Quinn said.

"I am a virgin!" I said honestly. I wished at that moment more than at any point in my life that I had a story for them, but I didn't.

"Maybe you haven't had sex," Lucretia said, "but have you done anything particularly interesting by yourself?" She was looking at me with her burning eyes like she already knew my dirty little story. There was no way she could, I was the only person who knew about it, but there she was, staring me down.

"I bet you do, with a big dick like that I am sure you have done some interesting shit. Warmed up a watermelon or something. You did that didn't you Lucretia?"

"We aren't talking about me yet. But yes. Tell us your story Akhila." Basically word for word, this is the story I told them:

"Okay, so it was a couple of months before I came here when I tried something a little bit different. I really rarely play with myself, but sometimes I get really, really excited and I can't help myself. It feels like something takes control of me and I can't stop. So this time I am talking about was like that. I am sorry, but my story is kind of short, I don't have a lot of context for it.

"I was watching television and I was just struck by this idea and I couldn't get it out of my head. I couldn't concentrate and I have no idea where it comes from. I was watching the news and it wasn't like there were good-looking anchor people it was the idea that got me excited. So I waited until my parents fell asleep and I was on autopilot.

"I went to the kitchen and I got a cup out of the cupboard. My breasts were really swollen then which meant I was really horny. So I lifted them up to my mouth and started sucking out my milk (Quinn tried to interrupt here but Lucretia quickly explained and we kept going. Quinn looked at me with awe). I was pulling the milk out of my breast and spitting it into the cup. I had never seen it like that before, I always just drank it down. It was so interesting to see it there. It was thin and kind of bluish in some way.

"I kept pulling the milk out and spitting it into the cup until it was about halfway full. I didn't really know what I wanted to do after that. It was like I had ideas but I didn't know where they were going or anything, but I did. I don't know.

"Anyway I got this sudden urge. I pulled my panties down around my ankles and I looked at my penis. (Quinn yelled at me to call it a dick). So I looked at my dick and it was so hard and I knew it was just going to be one of those times when I had to masturbate. So I started to stroke it. I am not romantic about it or anything when I need to do it. I was just pounding away at it and I could tell it wasn't going to take me very long.

"I was suddenly struck by this idea. Just as I was about to cum, I grabbed the cup and aimed my dick at it. My sperm comes out really slow and easy and it just poured into my milk. I guess I just sort of have a thing about bodily fluids. I think it is really sexy stuff. So the other half of my cup was soon filled with my cum. I guess it was about a 12 ounce clear glass. It was just a centimeter or so from the top. I stuck my finger into it and sort of swirled it around a bit. It was only there that I knew I was going to drink it. It mixed up pretty well.

"I picked the cup up and looked at it. It looked like cow's milk now, thick and white. It didn't really have a strong smell, I guess it smelled like you figure it would. I put it to my lips and sucked just a little in. Then I just couldn't control myself. I started gulping it. It would be impossible to explain how it tasted now, but it wasn't really about the taste, it was about how dirty it was to be tasting it. How angry everyone would be if they saw and how sexy it made me feel to do it. I don't know if that makes sense or is a good reason to do anything but that's what it is. I swished it around it my mouth, I gargled it, and I drank it. I guess it was sweet and salty at the same time and tasted like substantial. It's so hard to say..."

Then my story sort of petered out. I no longer felt drunk, but felt sexy having Quinn and Lucretia staring at me with something like surprised respect. I was glad that I had told them and I was really excited to find out what they were thinking about it.

"Well there you go," I said, "Now someone else has to go." The two girls looked at one another. I knew that they felt it was a little bit difficult to follow my story. But I assumed wrong, they both had better stories than me, but they were unsure of who should go next. But both of them had enjoyed my story, so in the end I would be happy.

"I know I have something that tops both of yours," Quinn said.

"Trust me," Lucretia said, "You can't touch my story." She said it in such an authoritative way that Quinn didn't even attempt to fight it, she nodded her head and began her story. This is, word for word, what Quinn told us:

"It was last year, actually like around this time of the year. There were these three girls that I was sort of interested in and they were like all best friends. I slept with a ton of the girls in that senior class, but these three were different. First, they were a lot better looking than the other girls. They also were really uncomfortable with me. They would like totally roll their eyes when I was talking to them and stuff. Some of those other girls in their class were throwing themselves at me and here they were, like completely ungettable. I am not really used to things that I can't get, so that just made me want them more.

"So one day I ran into them over in the hallway and I invited them into my room. They said they had to go but I told them I had something that I wanted to give them. My room was empty then because it was in the middle of the day and most people were at classes. So the three of them stood there with their arms crossed looking real pissed off at me so I decided to talk to try to figure out why there were being such bitches.

"'So why don't you girls like me?' I asked, 'Why don't you want to sleep with me? All the other girls do.' They just sort of rolled their eyes at me and stared at the floor. There was one girl and she was like, in charge of them somehow. She was their little leader. Her name was Becky and she said to me.

"'You don't really like us?'

'The Hell I don't',' I said, 'I love all three of you.' They didn't really think that was very funny.

'You just want us to put a notch on your bedpost. You are just in it for your ego,' Becky said to me and the other two just nodded like they'd talked about it in the past. So I got a great idea.

'I swear,' I said, 'This isn't about ego. I promise to you guys that I will do anything to be with you. There is nothing you can come up with to destroy my ego that will change my mind.' That seemed to get them excited.

'What do you mean?' Becky asked. I hadn't really thought about what it meant.

"'It means that you each get one chance to ask me to do something that you think is so embarrassing that I wouldn't do it and if I do, then I get to sleep with you because I proved it wasn't about my ego,' I said. So they sort of huddled up and they came back and agreed to it. Then they huddled up again and came up with their suggestions. It was that girl Kara, you know the one with the massive boobs, and she went first.

"'Okay, I want you to lick my asshole,' she said really smugly like she thought it was so gross. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I love to lick ass. I don't know why but it is really hot. She pulled her little skirt up and I almost died because she wasn't wearing any panties. She was facing away from me and she bent over my bed. She looked back at me and I did what she asked me to do. I pulled her white ass cheeks apart and looked at the little pink bud in the middle. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick her. I didn't give it a timid little lick, I went to town. I dunked my tongue in her ass and I ran it all the way from the top to the bottom. She was moaning like a whore and grabbing those big tits by the time I was done. Becky had to demand that the girl stop. I kissed her ass cheek and then stood up and waited for the next one.

"'Okay, I want you cum on your face and in your hair,' That girl Debbie said. I didn't have a problem with that either. I got back down on my knees and motioned for her to come to me. She lifted her skirt up too and she pulled her panties aside and pulled out a little 4 inch cock and balls. She was already hard so I knew that I was already getting to her. Around this time I noticed that Becky was out of the room. I didn't have time to figure out where she went. Anyway, Debbie stands a couple inches from my face and starts to jerk off. It was really cute, she made all these little squirrel noises. She must've been really horny because it only took her like three seconds and then a couple of big globs of cum shot onto my face and into my hair. I closed my eyes and listened to her pant. Then I carefully scooped the cum up with my fingers and put it in my mouth.

"'Okay my turn,' A voice said and I looked over and saw that Becky was back in the room and she was holding one of the solo beer pong cups and she handed to me, 'Drink my piss,' she said and then crossed her hands in front of her chest like she had me beat, 'All of it.' Well I hadn't ever done that before but I sure as Hell wasn't going to give her the smug satisfaction of beating me. So I took the cup in my hand and didn't even look. I just gulped it down. I can't even tell you what it tasted like because all I was thinking about was having those three girls. Becky looked like her head was going to explode. So here I was with piss, cum, and ass on my mouth and now I had these girls right where I wanted them. I guess I don't have to go into detail, but the next couple of hours were very interesting."

When she finished Lucretia and I cheered and told her that she was our hero. We were gaining a respect for doing things in the nastiest way possible and the fact that Quinn was able to seduce three girls simply by grossing them out was intensely exciting to us.

"See, now you're stuck Lucretia. You can't possibly top that," Quinn said, smacking Lucretia's ass and tossing her own hair. I took a sip of beer and thought about how beautiful the girls were. I was very comfortable now and didn't care that my dick was hard. I noticed that the other two girls were in the same situation and no one was self-conscious.

"That's where you're wrong. My story is twice as good as yours," Lucretia said and we laughed and told her it was impossible.

"Come on and tell us," I said and Lucretia didn't make us wait any longer. This is, word for word, what Lucretia told us:

"Last year I left school for about a week to meet up with my family in New York. I am the baby of the family and I have three older sisters. None of the other girl's in my family are like me. They are normal. So anyway I went to New York because my oldest sister Maria was going to get married to some guy from there. I was so excited because while she made all three of us, her sisters, her bridesmaids, I got to be the maid of honor. I knew we were close, but I figured she would feel pressure to ask one of my older sisters to do it because they were closer in age. I mean I was 18 at the time and she was 26 and my other two sisters were 25 and 24.




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"So I went out there and I met up with my family and it was so much fun. Maria looks almost exactly like me except she has long, straight black hair and green eyes. So you know we did the whole meeting the other family and then we had the rehearsal and the dinner and I was so excited when I woke up on her wedding day because it sort of felt like mine. You know I'd look a lot like my sister and I would be standing in about the same place. And let's be honest, there is a good chance I won't ever find someone to marry me. I'm a slut with a dick.

"So I went to the church and everything and after I get my ugly lime green dress on I am sitting there waiting for someone to tell me what to do and then my mother comes up to me and she is crying and she can't even tell me what is wrong. I mean that isn't necessarily an unusual thing so I just sat her down in my chair and walked over to my dad and asked him what was wrong. He said that Maria had cold feet and she didn't want to come out of her dressing room. He asked me to go over and talk to her.

"It wasn't like Maria to be nervous about anything so I rushed over to the room and knocked on the door. There wasn't any answer so I knocked again and there still wasn't any answer. I knocked really loud and said, 'Maria it's me. Lucretia.' She didn't say anything, but the door opened. I walked in and closed the door behind me.

"She looked so beautiful in her white dress and veil that I felt like crying but I noticed that she was already crying and I decided that it wouldn't be the best plan for me to start weeping. Instead I rushed over and got down on my knees next to her on the floor.

"I asked, 'What's wrong?' She didn't say anything for a while but just stared at the floor and let her eyes fill up with tears. I didn't know what to do. Finally she talked.

"'I just don't know if I am ready for this. I met Jack two years ago and I know him really well. But well enough to get married? I just don't know. I know he cheated on me once, a very long time ago. I forgave him then, but I don't know if I really forgave him in my heart.' This was news to me and I hated Jack for it.

"'How long ago was it?' I asked.

"'It was forever ago. Like two months after we started dating.' I felt a little bit better.

"'Are you sure he has been faithful since then?'

"'As sure as I can be,' she said.

"'And you have always been faithful with him?' I asked and she nodded her head and started to sob again. I told her to stop.

"'Would it make you feel better if you had been able to get even?' I asked. My mind was already spinning a plan.

"'What do you mean?' she asked and she stopped crying and looked at me intently.

"'If you had cheated on him and gotten even with him for cheating on you would it be better?' she paused for a second like she was really considering how that would make her feel. But I knew my sister. We were bad in the exact same ways. I knew that more than the breach of trust that was what was tearing her up inside. It was the inability to say in her heart that she had done it too and that the slate was even on sin.

"'It probably would,' she finally said and then blushed.

"'I would feel the same way,' I said and she looked a little bit relieved. I wasn't going to judge her.

"'But it is too late now. I can't call it off so that I can go cheat on him real quick and come back tomorrow,' she said in her wry way and then she put her face in her hands again.

"'Why not right now?' I said.

"So she says, 'What do you mean?' I decided not to explain. I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress and stepped out of it. I wasn't wearing a bra with it and I quickly slipped off my panties and I already had an erection. Incest was a taboo I had never even considered before, but this would probably be the only chance I had in my life to break it. Maria knew about my dick, but she hadn't ever seen it before I felt her eyes on it.

"'Your actually a little bigger than Jack,' she told me and I felt bad for her. She was going to marry a guy who had a dick no bigger than like 4 and a half inches. But she didn't act disgusted or anything. She looked calculating. I mean this was my sister, we had the same genes, I knew what she was going to do before she said a word.

"'Let's do it,' she said. She didn't have time to get out of her dress so she just hiked it up sort of. The garter looked really sexy on her leg and I could see her looking at me with desire. I was sexually attracted to her. I always sort of had been in my mind. I could tell all she wanted from me was my dick so that she wouldn't have to live with Jack's infidelity over her head, but I didn't care.

"I helped her slip off her panties and set them gently on the table next to her. I caught a look at her pussy. It was so cute and perfect, the sort of body that I am so jealous of. She was shaved and little pink lips and she made me want to cum right there.  I didn't have a lot of time to look because she grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in. She used her hands to get my cock into her and she felt amazing. It was so sort and warm and wet and tight inside of her and I had to fight not to cum instantly. I started fucking her then and she we both tried to be quiet but it was difficult.

"I didn't take very long but it was enough. I could tell she enjoyed it too. As I came she gave me a kiss on the cheek and held me close in a hug. It was the most amazing thing to know I had done it. I could tell she was relieved too. She could get married now. We got ourselves together and went out. It was a wonderful ceremony."

To say the least Quinn and I were completely shocked. Lucretia just looked at us with her know-it-all smile and didn't say a word. Then Quinn and I erupted into applause. Even Quinn had to admit that Lucretia was the owner of the best story. We all just sort of sat around for a while, basking in the memories and the strange ideas that had been raised by them.

"You know Quinn," Lucretia said with mischief in her voice after a few minutes.

"What's that?" the other girl asked.

"Our little Akhila is a virgin you know. I mean a virgin in every sense of that word. Never even got a hand job from another person," Lucretia said, sitting up and looking at me. I knew what she was hinting at and I didn't want to say no.

"And like she said, we have never been together," Quinn said, catching on as well. The sexual tension in the room was palpable. I felt like I could smell it and taste it in the air. Quinn walked over to Lucretia and bent down and gave her a deep, loving kiss.  She then helped Lucretia get to her feet and the two girls slinked over to me. My eyes had too much to process, their breasts bounced and their dicks were hard and they had the most gorgeous faces.

I stayed sitting on the blanket in the middle of the room. I didn't even know what to do, I felt like I was frozen. Luckily, Quinn and Lucretia were decisive and knew exactly what they wanted to do. Quinn got down on her knees in front of my face and smiled down at me as she and Quinn helped me to lay down on my back. Lucretia spread my legs wide and Quinn took my head in her hands and gently turned my head towards her.

"Open your mouth," she said gently and I did. I saw her bit, red clit staring at my face and I closed my eyes as she started to move it towards my mouth. It tasted amazing. It was such a feminine flavor and I was jealous of the wet pussy I could smell as the little nub of a clit entered my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it listened to Quinn moan. She sounded so beautiful. 

Suddenly I felt a small amount of pressure on my asshole. My eyes flew open but all I could see was Quinn's smooth flat stomach as it moved closer then farther as she moved her had wet clit in and out of my mouth. I started to feel something entering my body. For a moment I thought it might be one of Lucretia'sfinger's but soon I knew that it was far too large. It was definitely her dick. She moved slowly and carefully, but definitively as I felt my entire body fill up. When she started I had imagined it would hurt, and it was a bit uncomfortable at first, but what really shocked me was how pleasurable it was. I moaned around Quinn's clit as Lucretia slowly filled me up entirely with her hard dick. 

Finally, she was completely inside of me and it felt like waves of sex were moving up and down my body. That is the only way I can figure it. I felt the milk come to my breasts. I sucked even harder on Quinn's clit and heard her shriek with pleasure. I felt Lucretia's hands on my knees and I felt her slamming her dick in and out of my asshole. I could hear her moaning as well.

"You are so tight," She said as she spread my legs farther and then leaned forward to take my left nipples into her mouth. I felt her sucking my milk out of me. Quinn seemed to understand what was going on and she also leaned over me and started sucking the milk out of my other nipple. They sucked for a while and then I felt some of the milk drip onto my stomach as they kissed one another and the milk fell from their mouths. While this was going, both kept thrusting their phalluses into my body. Suddenly, as I kept licking, I felt Quinn go stiff. She moaned and then felt backwards onto her butt. Her clit popped out of my mouth and I opened my eyes to watch her finish her orgasm.

I then turned my gaze down to Lucretia who was still between my legs, pounding away at my asshole. The sight was so surreal. I couldn't believe I was having sex! I never in my life thought that this would happen. I saw my milk on my stomach and scooped it up on my finger as best I could and put it into my mouth. It had Quinn and Lucretia's spit in it and it tasted amazing. Lucretia was smiling at me and the sweat glistening on her head and looked so sexy. 

Suddenly, Quinn swung her leg over me and I saw her ass and knew that she was facing down away from me. She got down, straddling me and covered me entirely in the 69 position. Suddenly, her shaved pussy was in my face. I didn't need someone to tell me what to do. I stuck my tongue out, made it thick, and started to lap at her pussy. She tasted salty and delicious and I breathed in her smell.

Suddenly I felt the most amazing feeling I had ever felt in my life. Quinn's mouth gently covered my hard cock as her hand grasped my shaft. She licked and sucked on my dick and tried to take as much as she could into her throat as she massaged my balls. At the same time, Lucretia kept pounding away at my asshole with her cock.

I couldn't handle it. I felt like my entire body was electric. I thrust my hips down harder, I licked faster, and the weight of Quinn on top of me was squeezing the milk out of my breasts and it was leaking onto the floor. I didn't last for long afterwards. I felt that familiar feeling in my cock, but when I came it was far more intense than usual. The orgasm was so intense it made my asshole clench tight and I heard Lucretia grunt and then I felt hot cum shooting out of her dick into my ass. At the same time, my cock was quickly filling Quinn's mouth with cum. She swallowed as much as she could, but I felt more dripping onto my stomach.

Quinn rolled off of me, panting. At roughly the exact same second, Lucretia pulled her dick out of my ass, also panting. I was almost blacked out from the pleasure and we all just lay there for a while, covered in each other's fluids and breathing hard. Eventually, we all managed to ourselves back together and we looked at each other sheepishly and giggled. We started to get dressed to leave, unsure of what we had really just done. I was afraid that maybe I had lost my friends by having sex with them. Maybe there would be awkwardness between us now. Then an idea struck me.

"That was really nice," I said and the other two nodded at me.

"You were pretty good for a first timer, you lasted quite a while," Quinn said and I was aware of being complimented by the master and felt very proud.

"I want a girlfriend," I said and both of them sort of looked around nervously and I had to laugh, "Not you ugly bitches!" They both laughed at me.

"What do you want then?" Lucretia asked as she slipped on her shirt.

"I was thinking we should make a promise to one another. We should all try to get our dream girl before the Christmas break. The person who wins only has to buy the other's ten dollar presents, the runner up has to buy 25 dollar presents, and the loser has to buy 50 dollar presents for Christmas," I suggested.

"Who are our dream girls?" Quinn asked.

"For you, it's the 11th grade Ice Queen," Lucretia said and we all laughed.

"I don't know," I said, "But you're on your honor." The other two thought it sounded like a sexy idea and I had successfully avoided any discomfort by deflecting our sexual tension away from the group and out into the school at large. As time would show, the plan would work.

Chapter 6: Lucretia's Story

For a couple of weeks nothing seemed to happen. We all went to class and we ate lunch together and even took a weekend trip to Quinn's family cabin fifty miles from campus and went skinny dipping on the secluded mountain pond and went fishing. We didn't have sex with each other and while it seemed that Quinn was having sex with all the 11th grade girls, even she had yet to sleep with her dream girl. All of our sexual energy was turned towards the task and couldn't be denied.

One night I was lying on my bed doing some reading for Economics. Quinn was at her desk working away on her computer. I was reading about market forces and other intensely boring things when I realized that I hadn't seen Lucretia all day.

"Have you see Lucretia at all today?" I asked Quinn, she turned away from her computer and looked at me.

"Come to think of it, I haven't," she said. We weren't really worried. Lucretia was a strange girl and sometimes she would be gone for whole swatches of the day. 

It wasn't until just a few short minutes before lights out that Lucretia finally pushed opened our door and walked in. We looked over at her and she had a sly smiled on her face and she was basically skipping over to her bed. She quickly stripped down and lay down on her bed.

"What are you smiling about?" Quinn said, leaving her desk and sitting down on the floor next to Lucretia's bed.

"I only have to buy you guys ten dollar Christmas presents," she said unapologetically and then continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Who?" I asked.

"How?" Quinn said at the exact same moment.

"Oh I wasn't aware that I was compelled to share my experience. I thought I just had to bag my dream girl and then I was finished," she said, sitting up. I got up from my bed and sat down on the floor next to Quinn. It looked like we were at story time with Lucretia sitting up above us. Both of us were hoping that it was.

"Well you don't have to," I said, "But whenever I get mine done I am going to tell Quinn, but I am certainly not going to share with you."

"Oh you bitch!" Lucretia said and she threw her pillow at me. I giggled and caught it before it could hit me in the face, "In that case, fine. This is what happened."  This is, word for word, what Lucretia told us:

"So this afternoon, like every Wednesday afternoon, I went over to Mrs. Henderson's class to help her grade her papers. She was looking especially good today. You know her blonde hair was back in a ponytail and she was almost as tall as me with her heels on. She has been looking more voluptuous than usual this week and her breasts are big for a small woman and she has been looking curvy... Anyway... sorry.

"So I was grading the papers and it was so intensely boring that I ended up just staring at her while she was making a lesson plan. I know that she knows that I stare at her but she doesn't say anything. She needs me to help her. Plus I think that she is really flattered by it.

"Anyway, I was just finishing up a paper and she told me she had to go make a phone call so she got up and left the room. She did this every now and then and usually I don't do anything about it, but this time I just happened to look over and noticed that the thing she was reading wasn't part of a lesson plan. It looked like a handwritten note.

"I really quick looked over at the door and made sure that she wasn't in the doorway or anything. So I got up and walked around her desk and looked at it. It was definitely a handwritten note and boy what a note! It was in a woman's handwriting and it was nasty. It was basically just a note talking about how good Mrs. Henderson was in bed and that this woman's pussy was aching to be fucked by Mrs. Henderson's big dick. I got hard just reading it. 

"But I also knew something very interesting. I knew that Mrs. Henderson was married. Married to a man, probably some boring guy named Mr. Henderson who had some sort of fetish for chicks with dicks. Anyway, this letter was not from a man and it certainly wasn't from her husband. I had some information in my hand that she definitely would not have wanted me to find. I quickly picked it up and rushed back to my desk and started grading the papers again.

"A couple of minutes later she came back into the room. She didn't immediately go back to the desk but instead she went over to her chalkboard and wrote a couple of notes down for the girls to copy in the morning. I was just sitting at the desk, biding my time for the opportunity to strike.

"Finally she finished working on her board and went and sat down at her desk. She looked down at her table and acted cool for a minute. But soon she was rifling through her papers and had a frantic look on her face. I noticed a couple of times that she looked at me like she was going to ask me a question but then she thought better of it. I was just so tickled watching her, but finally I figured I had tortured her enough.

"'You looking for this?' I asked and held up the note for her to see. She stood up from her desk and stared at me with her big sexy eyes.

"'Where did you get that?' she asked although she must have known.

"'I found it,' I said, 'I thought you were married.'

'I am.'

'To a man.'

'I am.'

"'This letter was written by a woman I think. And it is addressed to you. I don't think that this is the kind of letter that Mr. Henderson would want you to be reading from another person. I should probably let him know about this,' I said and she sat back down in the chair and just stared at me with absolute hate in her eyes. It was passion though and I really liked it, she wasn't just looking through me now. She had to pay attention.

"'That is from my husband. It is a little game we play. And it is none of your business' she said, her eyes staying calm. I was impressed with her ability to lie but I could tell she was lying.

"'Oh that's so cute!' I said, 'I am going to get this back to him though. I mean what is the harm right?' I asked. She gave me this prissy little look.

"'Alright Lucretia, what do you want?'

 "'Who said I wanted anything? I just want to protect the institution of marriage,' I told her and I shrugged my shoulders.

"'Don't be cute.'

"'I don't know how to be anything but cute,' I said coyly and she was about to explode. Her face was getting red and she looked incredibly sexy when she was angry.

"'Do you have any bad grades? Do you need me to talk to a teacher? I can get you a raise on your work study. You can get paid for work study and I won't tell anyone if you don't show up,' she said. She seemed to break a little bit while she was starting to say this. It wasn't that she stopped being angry but all of the sudden she was more afraid than pissed.

"'Oh I don't think that is appropriate do you?' I could tell that my puritan attitude was really pissing her off.

"'Anything,' she finally said and I had what I needed. I got up from the desk where I was sitting and walked over to the door and checked the hallway. It was abandoned so I closed it and came back. I went back to my desk and sat on top of it and looked at her.