"Of course, you may have some gaps that would be filled in if you were to endure the freshman and sophomore years. But you're just too intelligent to be subjected to that for two years. You really have to make a decision between 11th and 12th grade. It would be terrible for you to be wasted for two years."
I thought about it. There really didn't seem to be any reason why I needed to stay with Minni's school class just because of my age. I certainly could better use the knowledge I might gain from the upper class. I decided then.
"Senior," I mumbled.
"What? Senior? Okay. But you know that you're going to have to work very hard to keep up with your class." I nodded. She smoothly stood back up and leaned more comfortably against the desk. I was sure she didn't notice that the button on her jacket had come undone. The tailoring pulled it open so I found myself looking from the high waist of her skirt, just below her bellybutton, to her neck in an only slightly occluded way. The jacket poised at her nipples, almost half her areola showing. I gulped.
"Do you think you can compete with the other students on that level?" she asked as she put her hands on the edge of the desk and opened the jacket the rest of the way.
"I think so," I said, looking at her face but seeing only her naked breasts in my peripheral vision.
"Socially, perhaps," she began. "You, ah, may have a few problems. The, ah, boys…" It was obvious she found this topic a little out of her depth. "… they might, ah…"
I stood up then and moved toward her, purposely putting one hand on either side of her, inside her jacket and resting my hands on her naked back. She immediately tried to stand more solidly and her hands came to my sides. I was almost as tall as she was and only turned my head slightly and brought my lips to hers. They were already puckered in a surprised gasp.
I let my tongue taste her lipstick and then the tip of her tongue at her white teeth. I don't know how I expected her to react, but it wasn't the way she did. She pulled her head back and pulled her glasses off before bringing her lips back to mine and her arms around my back.
The moan, deep in her throat, seemed to say more about her feelings than even her body against mine. As she continued the kiss, her hands moved my tanktop up until the material was atop my breasts, our nipples pressing into each others'.
My hands went down her sides to her skirt and pulled the sides of the material upward until she pushed herself upright and let it rise above the desktop. Her hands had been busy at the same time, pulling my skirt up until, as I felt hers above her conjunction, mine could press into her newly bared wetness.
Sitting on the edge of the desk as she was, her pubis was prominent and pressed into me. She was making almost uncontrolled mewling sounds as her body pumped into my wet channel. She was saying, "Oh, oh, oh," over and over again as our mouths fought for eminence.
She came against me in just that way, not needing the stimulus of fingers or lips beyond our kisses and our wandering hands on each others' backs and sides.
After long climaxes, we moved apart, cupping each others' breasts in both hands and smiling at each other.
"I think," she said as she panted under my fingers, "that you'll have very few social problems in the senior class."
I moved away a step and felt my skirt settled back around my thighs though I didn't pull down my tanktop. She still leaned there with her skirt pulled up around her hips and her jacket opened wide across her large breasts and still swollen nipples.
"Now, if you'll excuse me," she said with a big grin. "I have an appointment with the superintendent of schools in five minutes." She smiled even more broadly and leaned close in a conspiratorial vein. "He's thirty-three, unmarried, and hung like a horse," she said and laughed. "He likes professional women."
She led me to the door, pulling my tanktop down for me and carefully buttoning her jacket. We walked together to the main office of the administration building and she waved her fingers at me.
"I think that during the school year, you are going to need a great deal more counseling, Sue. College. Careers. I don't know what all." I waved back with a bashful bend of my shoulders.
"See you then." She turned into the office.
Chapter 9
Their mother had given them firm orders to wake me before it got dark but, as young boys often do, they'd gotten interested in something else and lost track of time. I'd fallen asleep sometime in the afternoon, the sun still warm on the expanses of naked skin that showed around the tiny green bikini. Though it was mid-summer, the night air was chilly on my reddened skin.
Picking up my suntan lotion and book, I walked through the sliding glass door into the kitchen. I didn't have to use any imagination to know where the boys were. I could hear their play clearly as they wrestled in the family room.
I put my things on the kitchen counter near the door, where I often left them, and went to the family room. Dressed only in swimsuits, both boys had red spots and welts on their bodies from what had obviously been an extended wrestling match.
"Boys!" I yelled at them. They laughed between themselves, taking no heed of me at all. "Stop it! You're not supposed to wrestle in here! You'll break something! Now stop!"
Finally they did in a noisy, energy-filled tangle that threatened to break into continued wrestling at the next moment. I walked close to them, bending to separate them.
As if they hadn't even declared a momentary truce, Billy grabbed my arm with the same level of exuberance he had been demonstrating with his brother a moment before.
"Now quit!" I screamed as he started pulling me down. Marshall took the cue and grabbed my wrist and, though not as effective in holding it as Billy was with his added strength, threw me off balance. Billy growled then, pulling harder until I fell to my knees, twisted sideways and off balance. My long hair fell over my face and obscured even what was happening.
Marshall, who might not be as strong as Billy, was even more wildly active – a state that gained him a draw in most cases with his brother. He jumped onto my shoulder and pressed me down toward the floor in a laughing heap. Frustratingly, Marshall still had one of my arms pinned to my side while Billy held the other. I was on my side with hair obscuring my vision, unable to push it away.
"Boys, stop it!" I said, getting mad.
"Come on, sis," Billy said. "It's okay."
"No! Now let me go and stop it right now!"
"Oh wow!" Billy said from beside me, still holding on to me. "You have really great tits."
"What?" I said. I had a terrible feeling that one of us had accidentally pulled the string that held my bikini top on. At best, it was meant to just barely hold the top on. Wrestling was not the best situation. "Let me go! Right now!"
Instead, he pushed hard and I was on my back with him still holding my arm, the other trapped below his body and his sweaty chest and stomach pressed against my naked breasts.
My body was no longer a major novelty to the boys who had continued to take advantage of quiet moments to get me alone. They seemed to arrange something at least once a week. They continued to come into the shower every now and then and touch and play with my breasts and pussy until I'd come. In return, they asked only that I suck them or beat them off while they kissed me. But they'd been getting increasingly aggressive and less careful in their choices of times and places.
Once they had even gotten me to do it in the field behind the house.
I thought I knew what was coming even as Billy told Marshall to take my bikini bottom off.
"Not now, boys. What if your parents should come in?"
"Oh, they went out just a little while ago," Marshall said as he took his brother's directive to heart and pulled the string on my bikini bottom. "Now lick her, Marsh."