Dear Nicole,
Those are very good questions and they both have very good answers. First of all, even though in these letters it seems like all we did was go from one sexual encounter to another, that's not the way it was. In fact, Felecia and I both were honor roll students and Felecia was on the principal's list which was the highest level of all. I only saw her get an A- on her quarter grades a couple of times that year and both of those were in Mr. James' class, and he was an asshole; almost no one got A's from him. I was on the staff level honor roll. On that one, you could only get one B, and French tripped me up every time.
Not only that, but four of us girls were on the student newspaper staff. Jessi was the assistant editor, Nikki was the school's society reporter and Felecia covered girls' athletics. I was a typist. It took two afternoons a week putting The Trumpet together as each issue came out every couple of weeks. We all spent a lot of time together doing homework and school projects.
Remember at the end of Letter 17? I told you that after our encounter with Holly and Kenny something happened the next day? Well, the whole newspaper staff decided to come in during that Christmas vacation and spend an afternoon laying out the next two issues. There were a few new kids joining the staff for the second semester and we had to show them the ropes quickly; the first issue was due out four days after classes resumed.
We had a blast, Nicole! What should have taken maybe four hours took almost seven! There was so much joking around and shit! Some of it was pretty risque, but we kept it from getting too nasty...just clean enough that our sponsor, Ms. Finch, didn't put a stop to it. Mmmm...No she didn't! She even laughed and joked right along with us, totally letting her hair down, I think!
Ms. Finch was very cool, and very sexy too. She was 33 years old and one of only a few teachers who didn't mind showing a little of their sensual side. Her clothes were sexy, but not slutty. She knew she had great assets, and wasn't afraid to display them. She'd leave one extra button undone on her tailored shirts and she had a couple pairs of pants that screamed, "Look at this ass!" I know...I looked, and so did Felecia! The guys in the school called her "The Bunny", in reference to Playboy magazine, but that was all in fun. We liked Ms. Finch; and she was an awesome sponsor for the student paper.
Anyway...there was a certain sexual tension in the staff room that everyone was enjoying, including her. The banter continued for the first three hours or so and then the game began.
I'm not sure who started it, but the twelve of us...five guys that you don't know, Ginger Harris, and the four of us girls ended up playing the game "Sneak-a-Touch." Do you know that one? It was a game that had been going around school for about two or three weeks and it was really fun. All the guys would touch the girls and the girls would touch the guys. Of course, everyone would try to touch their "victim" in some intimate way...that was the whole point; but you couldn't be blatant about it. You had to be sneaky because the game automatically ended when a teacher spotted you touching someone.
Up until that day, I hadn't seen anyone get caught breaking this first rule. It was too much fun to spoil the game by being careless. Anyone who played knew that if too many people got caught, the administration would put a stop to it with suspensions and other administrative shit that administrators do. And the only other rule was that you had to sneak up behind someone to touch them. You talk about sexual tension? Oh, my God! Would you believe that some days I would touch four or five cocks? Mmmm, and you know what else, Nicole? Three of them would already be rock hard when I touched them! Those poor boys! I'll bet some of them walked around with an erection all day!
The first guy I touched that afternoon did! Robbie Newell was one of the guys on staff. He was small (perhaps an inch shorter than me) and he was way on the "nerdy/computer geek" side, getting teased a lot about being gay by the guys in his junior class. He wasn't though. I thought that behind the glasses he was kinda cute, and I got to know him quite well because of the newspaper. He was The Trumpet's artist, a genius with graphic design and layout and this was confirmed when our paper won the county competition in that category from among forty competing schools.
Anyway, Robbie was my friend, and he was the first good chance I had to touch someone. I caught him as he came into the copy room. Sure enough, his dick was rock hard already and I gasped! He didn't gasp (he jumped a bit), I did! His cock felt enormous under his shirt and jeans!
"Robbie!" I exclaimed. "Is that all you? You're not hiding a banana in your pants, or something; are you?" We both laughed; I thought he had a great sense of humor...for a nerd!
"Sorry, Nance," he rejoined...chuckling, "what you feel is what you get!"
He reached for my tit, but I slapped his hand away. "Hey now! Don't get grabby, Buddy!" I decided to tease Robbie a little so I grabbed my tits and pretended to straighten them, as if they'd been knocked askew for the moment. My touching them elicited the desired reaction... Robbie watched me bug-eyed! I couldn't help but laugh. Men are all the same, aren't they, Nicole?
Anyway, Robbie surprised me by asking, "Nance? Do those boobs feel," he paused to lick his lips, "as good as they look?" He was still staring, but his eyes were sparkling now and he was smiling this big, shit-eating smile!
I giggled and stared back at him until he realized I was trying to catch his gaze, "Mmm..." I cooed, cupping my breasts once more and lifting them a bit, "even better! They feel sooo good!"
Robbie shocked me then, Nicole! I actually expected him to back off a little as some of those geeky boys do, but he kept right on smiling and grabbed at his huge cock right through his pants, "Mmm...so does this!" We both broke up laughing!
"Oh, my God, Robbie!" I finally managed to say. "Really...is that thing as big as it looks?"
"Fraid so," he admitted, "but it's nothing to be scared of!"
I looked at him a little seductively! "Can I see it?"
THAT shook him up some! "Ummm...Wow! Nance...I...umm..."
"Rob," I giggled, "have you ever showed your cock to a girl before?"
"Well..." he paused, "Uhhh...no, I guess I haven't."
"Why not?" I pushed.
"I...uhhh...I...well...no one's ever wanted to before!"
"Wow! Like...I want to! Can I see it?"
I was thinking this was sooo much fun, Nicole! Robbie still had a hold of his cock, pulling at it a little bit, but he was looking around for a way to escape. "Well, I...what if someone comes in?"
I glanced outside. The hallway was empty, but there were voices coming from the others in the staff room about forty feet away. I closed the door and turned back to him. "We have a minute; I just want to take a peek!"
Robbie's face was all cautious and excited at the same time. "You really want to see it that bad, Nance?"
I stepped toward him and he stumbled back, bumping into the wall behind him. "Like... let me check again." I put one hand on his left shoulder and moved my right hand over his. He slowly gave way, releasing his dick, and let me at it. Oh yes! His bulge was enormous, and he was sooo hard! His pole felt like steel under his pants and when I ran my hand the length of it, he shuddered a bit. I felt it jump the first time I stroked it. "Oh yes, Rob... I need to see this. C'mon...let me see this big, hard cock!"
I don't know, Nicole; I think he was frozen because he didn't move. After waiting for a few seconds, with him staring at me, I lifted the bottom of his t-shirt and started undoing his belt. Robbie looked down at my hands and groaned through clenched teeth, "Oh, Goddd!" I just looked up at his eyes, smiled sweetly, and unzipped him.
Robbie's fingers touched my forearms, but he didn't stop me. Rather than yank his pants down right away, I slipped my right hand inside. Now it was my turn to squeal softly, "Ohhh myyy Godddd, Robbieee!" His cock was so warm and so big for such a small guy! I gently wrapped my hand around it near the head.
"Naannncyy, uhhh...Ohhh Godd!" Every one of his muscles must have contracted when I slowly started jacking him. His body seemed to be magnetically attached to the wall. His left hand was loose though and glided up my arm to my shoulder and then around my neck. I could feel him closing it in my hair. Our eyes, which had been quite locked together, suddenly released each other when I dug farther into his boxers and all of the circumsised head and a good half of the shaft appeared above the waistband.
