Julie
Chapters 13 and 14
Chapter Thirteen
After the weekend, being back in school, on her regular schedule, was weirder than never wearing clothes. Julie had been in spitting camel mode which worked until her first class, geometry. Some assholes just couldn’t take no for an answer.
Julie kept her head down as she was pelted by wads of paper and spitballs from the back. Mrs. Lambert pretended not to notice the giggles and comments. As she worked on the chalkboard -- her drawings were always stunningly precise, not looking like they were done with mere chalk -- Mrs. Lambert drew the chord for the circle and indicated points A and B. “Now can anyone in the class tell me how to bisect this chord exactly in the center?”
Most of the class struggled to keep up. Julie had no difficulty knowing what Mrs. Lambert wanted but was damned if she was going to stand in front of the class.
“Surely someone remembers.”
Alexander called out, “Can I have a hall pass, Mrs. Lambert?”
Mrs. Lambert’s eyes focused on Julie. “Go. As long as you’re in the room no one is focusing on what’s important.”
“I’d prefer to stay, Mrs. Lambert.” Julie flinched as a wad stuck to her back.
“Can I, Mrs. Lambert?” Alexander said.
“Take your friends and this--“ Mrs. Lambert leaned on her desk. “All of you go. Now.”
“Can’t I stay? I don’t want to go with them.”
“It’s because of you that they are insufferable. Out. We’re waiting for you to leave.”
Julie put her papers in the book bag and stood. Lance took her arm as he passed and gave a tug.
In the hall, Julie said, “Look, I don’t want to.”
“Touch shit, whore.” Alexander unzipped his pants. “Get me ready.”
“No.” Julie tried to pull away from Lance, couldn’t free herself. Down the hall there was a crescendo of screams in biology followed by applause.
“Down on your knees.”
Julie swung her book bag and hit BJ with it. BJ just grabbed the bag and pulled it out of her hands. “Give that back to me.”
Lance held both arms from behind; she tried to kick him.
“Good morning, gentlemen,” Mr. Strong said. “Julie.” He winked at her.
The boys just stood there.
“Another inspiring sermon by your father yesterday, Alexander. I hope one day he’ll have some of his sermons published. They deserve a wider audience. You boys should listen when she tells you she isn’t interested. It isn’t sporting otherwise, is it?”
“She said she’d do all of us. She’s just pretending she doesn’t want to.”
Julie watched Alexander’s face as he said this and realized Alexander wanted most for there to be resistance.
“It doesn’t really matter because I need to talk to Miss Lester. In my office. Give Mrs. Lambert my regards.”
Lance let go of her and she snatched her book bag from BJ’s fingers.
“Alexander,” Mr. Strong said. “You need to apply yourself if you plan to follow your father’s illustrious footsteps. Come along, Miss Lester.”
She followed the principal to his office, sat in the chair with a pink bow in front of the desk. He closed the door and sat at his desk. “Well, Julie. I have two faculty requests for you to attend their classes. The coach would like you to participate in boys’ gym class for third period. Jim Anderson, our art teacher, would like you to attend his class, preferably last period.” He gave a smile.
Frank must have talked to Jim sometime over the weekend. That could be the only reason why. As for gym, she thought it was because of what she did last Friday. “I’d love to take art and was going to ask you if I could. But I’m afraid the coach has a mistaken impression of what my performance in class would be like. Friday wasn’t--“
“Friday.” Mr. Strong smiled. “The coach has his own reasons for asking. There are no expectations as to performance, but of course, if you chose to, that is all to the well and good. I believe, and you’d have to confirm this with coach, that one of his star varsity players instigated the request.” Mr. Strong stood. “Would you like something to drink? I was going to get a cup of coffee.”
“Water, please.”
Mr. Strong reappeared a moment later with coffee for himself and a glass of water for her. “Relax.” The principal shut the door and passed her. “We’ll need to shuffle your schedule anyway, think about it for a moment.”
Julie heard him sit on the couch behind her. She took a sip of water. “Could I talk, sir?”
“Please.”
“I’m unsure of the direction I want to take. One moment I feel one way, another moment entirely differently.”
“You’re young.”
“I don’t know what I want. Overall. Where I’m going. How do I get there.”
“Did Crissi provide any guidance?”
“Oh yes. But--“
“You’re still feeling your way. Not like poor Denise Smith who was thrust willy-nilly into her state.”
“No, I’m not much like Denise, sir.”
“It might surprise you to find out how much you are. Exactly like her. Of course your father isn’t a drunk. How are you getting along with your parents?”
“Okay.”
There was a long pause. “More like Denise than you think. So you like Crissi?”
“A lot.”
“Good. You’ll be able to see her in art class, won’t you? You do want to take art, don’t you?”
“I want to model and I want to learn to draw.”
“So art is definite for last period. There’s been a request from biology but that’s pro forma. He always makes a request when a girl falls. Generally a girl has special needs to make her choose biology. Hour after hour, all day long.”
“I’m not interested in biology.”
“Maybe next year.”
“I’ve become more interested in the arts than sciences.”
“Mr. Trakis teaches a noble subject.”
“I don’t have the dedication, the extreme willingness the study requires.”
“I’ll ask again next year. Back to the coach. He doesn’t care if you sit on the sidelines or jump right in and have your back scrubbed in the shower room. You can be class mascot or their most avid fan. He likes to have a girl in his class so there is no whiff of inappropriateness. That his boys aren’t pansies, have normal desires. The last thing he would ever want to see is one of his lettermen called out as a faggot. Are you beginning to understand?”
“So I wouldn’t have to do anything?”
“Not unless you want to. Perhaps one of his boys would become attracted to you and form a liaison after class. It would be entirely up to you. You could provide a safe outlet. Sometimes, where no outlet has been available a boy makes a serious mistake. One that could ruin his whole life.”
“Okay. Can I try it for a week?”
“That’s a good idea.” Mr. Strong passed her and sat at his desk. “I made up a new schedule for you. Boy’s Bible class of course. English, math, and science are required by law, though you are exempted.”
“Mrs. Lambert doesn’t like me.”
“You’ll stay in geometry.”
She winced. “Sometimes I think it would be easier if I just dropped out.”
“I talked your father out of sending you away. If you drop out, I’ll have no argument against it. Being put in a home for wayward girls is sort of like biology but a lot more . . . encompassing. I don’t think you’d like it.”
“What did he say?”
“He didn’t know what to do with you, claimed he didn’t know or understand you anymore.”
“He refuses to talk to me.”
“That’s understandable. No father likes to think of his daughter being repeatedly defiled willingly. Of her seeking out everything that he thinks is wrong. How would you react if he took up drinking and seeing other women?”
“But he does see other women. At least I think he does.”
“He never pretends to love them. He only loves your mother.”
“I guess so.”
The bell rang. “You’d better go to your next class.” The principal handed her a sheet. “Your new schedule.”
Julie stood, pulling her book bag up with her.
“One more thing. Alexander Fox is a remarkable young man with the uncanny aptitude for ferreting out closet whores and faggots. If he would apply himself with the same diligence to his studies he’d go extremely far. As it is now he looks to go far enough. He makes a bad enemy. You must find some means to deal with him or he’ll hurt you. His father is such a remarkable man.” Mr. Strong smiled. “His son is young yet.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You have potential if you don’t entirely lose yourself and get dragged into the pit of eternal sin.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Julie wandered in the halls for a moment before looking down at her new schedule. Boy’s Bible study was next. She turned and found the hall with the classroom just as the bell rang. She was late.
She went into the classroom as the teacher was calling roll call.
“We’re expecting you, Miss Lester. In front,” he pointed to a desk with a pink bow. “Please keep your knees together in this class. I know that is hard for you but please do try.”
Julie sat in her desk and waited for him to finish calling out names. She crossed her ankles, saw the teacher eye her slowly, from head to toe, bottom to top.
“Today, class, we’ll discuss the great whore of Babylon. Turn to Revelations. Miss Lester, pray be attentive. You might actually learn something.” He smiled to the class. “Or perhaps not. Chapter seventeen.”
Chapter Fourteen
Julie stood outside the entrance to the boys’ gym locker room and took a deep breath. She wanted to talk to the coach first but his office was on the other side of the door, next to the equipment storage room, before one entered the locker room. She pushed the heavy door open.
Coach Busoni was standing behind the large plate glass window looking into the locker room as the boys changed into their jockstraps, shorts, T-shirts and sneakers. It was a senior class. He saw her and smiled, motioned her into his office. “You’re late, Lester.” He sat on the desk corner.
“It’s a little scary walking through that door all by myself.”
“Nothing to be scared of, was there?”
“I guess not.”
“Ron said you were having second thoughts.”
“I’m not like Crissi, sir.” She shrugged. “At least not all the time, I don’t think I am.”
“What you do is your business. I’ll help you in any way I can.” He stood. “I understand you’ve been seeing Fletcher.”
“Fletcher?”
“Jerry Fletcher,” said as if everyone knew who Fletcher was.
“Jerry and I spent some time together this weekend.”
“Good. He needs to blow off steam every now and again. Works too hard sometimes. So you’ll try us out for a week. That’s what Ron said.”
“I should know in a day or two.”
“Good, I’ll introduce you to the boys. You’ll be handing out towels at the end of class unless you have other ideas.”
“Towels is fine, sir.” She followed him into the locker room. Most of the boys were dressed; they were all chattering away like magpies. A few loud voices dominated the group.
The coach blew his whistle. “Listen up!”
Julie felt like covering her ears it was so loud.
“Listen up. Lester will be joining us for the week, perhaps longer.”
Most of the boys just grinned, a few hooted.
“Listen up. Before you let your assumptions get the better of you, she intends to observe and assist me until she lets us know otherwise. You can always hope, though, can’t you, jerkwads.” He blew the whistle. “All out on the field. Fletcher and Levy, you assist Lester.”
Julie was left in the locker room with Jerry and another boy. The door to the outside clanged shut. “Hi, Jerry.”
Jerry blushed. “Put her books somewhere, Ralph.”
Ralph carried away her book bag.
“Thanks, I guess,” Julie said.
“You’re welcome, I guess.”
Ralph came back, stood by Jerry, looking at the two of them.
“You’d better do something, Jerry.” Julie gave him a smile. He needed Frank at moments like these.
“What did the coach say you’d be doing?”
“Handing out towels.”
“Towels are over here. You’ll need to leave the field five minutes before the class does, turn on the showers. Each student gets a towel after showering. If you see somebody skipping a shower, let me know.”
“Okay.”
“Frank wanted me to do something.”
“Okay.”
“Come here.” Jerry looked past her as he felt her pubic mound. “You haven’t shaved.”
She bowed her head.
“I’m picking you up at five and will take care of that then.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I shouldn’t need to check.” He backed from her, still looking past her shoulder.
Julie looked up at Jerry and Ralph. Ralph had a grin.
“You’re not going to . . .”
“Ralph, you want to?”
Ralph gave a nod. “Anything?”
“Anything you want to do. Julie is very willing, aren’t you, Julie.”
“If it pleases you, Jerry.” She lowered her eyes. “I’ll do anything for you, Jerry.”
“Kneel, then.” Jerry said to Ralph. “I’ll hold her head for you.”
Julie knelt and felt Jerry’s crotch against the back of her head, his fingers holding her jaw. Jerry didn’t get hard as Ralph thrust energetically into her mouth. Her fingers worked on her clit, her eyes were closed and she focused on sensation and breathing between Ralph’s thrusts. Her gagging always threw her off; Ralph didn’t let up, if anything thrust harder.
After a minute or two she was bucking against Jerry’s body, bounced into him as Ralph used his whole body to fuck her mouth and pound the back of her throat. After Ralph came, Jerry held her as she tried to keep it down. Eventually he let her go and she fell against the floor, still gagging, yuck all over her face and chest.
“Please,” she said to the floor.
“Show us what a whore you are, Lester,” Jerry said.
Julie brought herself to orgasm. She opened her eyes and saw the two of them standing over her, looking down. “Please.”
“Out on the field.” He stepped back, letting her get up on her own.
“I’m sorry, Jerry.” She watched Ralph’s eyes as Jerry’s hand on her arm drew her out of the locker room. Ralph and Jerry led her to the class.
The class was doing calisthenics; the coach counting out as they did push-ups. She sat on a bench and watched as the boys were led through drills by the coach, Ralph and Jerry to the side catching up.
Frank and Jerry had used her hard all weekend. Julie had a better idea how Frank worked and how she interacted with Frank. Jerry was there because of Frank and she could tell his heart wasn’t really into the things he did to her unless Frank’s penis was somewhere close by. Which was okay. She’d gotten closer to Jerry than she had ever imagined she would. She still liked Jerry, but not in the way she liked Frank who was like quicksilver and creative.
She was sure her face was still beet red and that the boys and coach could see her state. They’d learn more from Ralph. She didn’t think Jerry would say anything which was all to the better.
A demonstration was okay but she didn’t want a free for all. She hoped Jerry realized that.
The coach sat next to her as the class did laps. He didn’t turn to her when he asked, “Fletcher’s?”
“Ralph’s. Jerry said he could and held me for him.”
The coach smiled. “You can’t imagine how good that makes me feel. After I’ve had them for years, nine through twelve, they begin to feel a little like my own. Some are chips off the old block and I try to do what I can to keep them out of trouble. Others are quiet, too introspective. Good on the field or on the court but not completely part of the team. And the team won’t be any good unless everyone is 100% part of the team. Fletcher and Levy are good teammates.”
“I don’t want a shower room free for all.”
“I’ll stand beside you. You’re part of the team now, too. You need something you tell me. Especially if someone’s been giving you a problem.”
“Thanks.”
“I mean it. Look at them run. They’re doing better with you watching them. Males want to look good for females. Of course you really aren’t a female, but the sexual competition is important to the species. I’d like to have the boys’ and girls’ classes in close vicinity so the girls could be inspired by all that is noble and strong in the boys and the boys could better appreciate feminine delicacy. The shy glance, the weak body needing protection. How the good girl’s untouchability, except in holy matrimony, is worth striving for. Girls like you are good for a lark, and goodness knows some of my boys are sorely in need of a lark, but you are no longer a virgin. Your commonness makes you less than a whole woman.”
Julie didn’t comment.
“But still, I’m sure, loved by God. Not a universal opinion but backed by scripture. What church do you attend?”
“First Baptist, but I haven’t been since--“
“You should go. Pride is a tricky thing; it keeps many from doing what’s right.”
“I was busy on the weekend.”
“Even on the Sabbath?” He sounded shocked.
She bowed her head. “How could I say no to Jerry?”
“Well, never mind. Next weekend. And try to be good on the Sabbath. It won’t be easy.”
“I’m a sinner.”
“But try. You should go turn on the showers. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
She stood. “Thank you, sir.”
He looked up. “Wash yourself off while you’re at it.”
“There’s one thing.”
“I’ll stand beside you while you hand out towels. No one will get fresh.”
“Something I need.”
“If I can help, I will.” He stood so he looked down at her.
“Some of the boys . . . my ass is really sore.”
He grinned. “The young devils.”
“Is there anything?”
“Crisco, mineral oil, anything like that. They’ll have to slather themselves up. It’s a bit messy. And often is associated with impure practices. Try getting them wet. You know.” His eyes dropped to her cunt.
“Thank you.” She grinned at him and left for the gym. She had about a snowball’s chance in hell of convincing any of them to use crisco, unless she could figure out a way to make it fun for them.
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Chapters 1 and 2 | Chapters 3 and 4 | Chapters 5 and 6
Chapters 7 and 8 | Chapters 9 and 10 | Chapters 11 and 12
Chapters 13 and 14 | Chapters 15 and 16 | Chapters 17 and 18
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