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can say with all honesty, not one of them
ever came like that. It was fucking amazing.” He reached up,
kissing me on my mouth.
    We both dressed, knowing the gym period was
about to end. It was an awkward moment...one minute we were
writhing in ecstasy, the next we were trying to look like a normal
pair of high school kids.
    I kissed Kenny, telling him that if we could
free up some time, I would love to try this again. He smiled,
nodding. “Hey, I seem to remember birthdays' being kinda lame at
Jessie's. If you have time, maybe I could see you tomorrow. Make
sure you have a really happy birthday!” He smiled, his tongue
hanging out of his mouth. I smiled back at him, and pecked him on
the lips.
    He made it out of the girl's locker room just
in time. Sixty seconds later, and I was surrounded by sweaty high
school girls.
    I just had my first orgasm...and I was as
high as a kite. I couldn't wait to see Kenny again. I looked around
, wondering how many of these girls had had their first orgasm.
    Unfortunately, I never saw them, or Kenny,
ever again.

     

 
     
    Six
     
    Tom was waiting for me outside the front of
the school, standing in front of his shiny black Ford sedan. He
immediately picked up on something different about me. I was just
too unconcerned to notice.
    I'm usually on guard when I'm around him, but
my mind kept going back to the sex...Kenny's cock...pumping
it...the cum. My incredible orgasm. I wondered if this was what it
felt like to be drunk or stoned.
    Tom was looking at me queerly. I finally
noticed.
    “Hi Tom...what's got your panties all in a
bunch?” I amusingly asked.
    “Something happen in school today you wanna
tell me about, Sammy?” he asked suspiciously. I quickly became
paranoid. Maybe he had a spy or two in school, watching me. Maybe
he knew all about my little get-together with Kenny. He was
squinting at me, already doubting any answer I was about to give
him. He was trying to read me.
    “Nope,” I answered him. “same old stuff.
Readin', writin', and 'rithmetic.” I grinned, acting
innocently.
    But Tom quickly became quite disturbed. “No.
Something's different. Something's changed. I can tell.” he was
saying. “Get in the car...we've gotta get home.” I hesitated, as he
opened the front door for me. “C'mon Sammy, I ain't got all
day.”
    I hated when he called me Sammy. Jesse had
called me that when I was little. It was endearing. When Tom used
it, it felt ugly.
    I got in the car, my previous thoughts and
feelings that had been running through my mind becoming a distant
memory. He got behind the wheel of the car, and we sped off. While
he drove, he pulled a cell phone out from his breast pocket. I had
never seen him with a cell phone before. I was forbidden to own
one, so it was unusual to see Tom with one. We stopped at a stop
sign, and Tom quickly texted something into the phone. Then we were
moving again, very quickly.
    We made it home in record time. Jessie was
waiting in the front for us. She stood between two Dogwood trees,
both just starting their bloom as spring arrived. I noticed that
she was now holding a cell phone as well. I assumed Tom had texted
Jessie...about what, I didn't know.
    Tom rushed me into the house, not saying a
word to Jessie...just giving her a look. That look probably said a
thousand words.
    I noticed that none of my foster sisters were
home. On a Friday afternoon, after school, they were usually
running about outside, or somewhere inside the house. All I heard
was silence.
    My mind started running scenarios...the ideas
coming from all those conspiracy theory books I had been reading in
the library. Did these two know about what happened in school? Were
there any people watching me? Could Kenny have been a plant...there
to coerce me in to having sex?
    Tom sat me down at the kitchen table. I still
hadn't said a word. I wasn't afraid of what was happening...I
wasn't sure I should be. I was actually more curious than
anything.
    Jessie walked into the