Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2018 22:18:44 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: François: First Day of High School The François stories stem from After the Experiment and are loosely based on a real situation I was told about many years ago by a woman I loved dearly,. note - this might be best moved to high school, François: First Day of High School by Larry Marian Paige raced up the steps to what she tried to remember was now Jones Lab School. As she entered a door she heard on the PA: "...efferson. Report to the auditorium stage at once." That had to be her, she figured and hurried down the hall, crowded with dressed, milling students, to the far end of the auditorium, went in and up the stage stairs to find the principal, Ms. Anderson, the assistant principal, Mr. Jones and a third adult female who she didn't recognize along with seven other students and a vacant chair. "Sorry I'm a bit late," she said. "We overslept." "It happens. The auditorium is still filling. It's a bit slow," Mr. Jones said. Take the empty chair, Paige." She did and she found herself between Pamela Smith, now an eighth grader and LeRoy McMaster, a new sophomore. "Hi," LeRoy said. "Hi, LeRoy," she replied. He leaned closer to her, mouth agains her ear. "The Locker Club. You gonna have it again this year?" She smiled. "I'm planning on it. But with twice as many kids, some changes will have to occur. Probably be a couple of weeks before we're open for business." She gave out a quiet laugh. "Well, I didn't think you'd be available this afternoon." "What happened to your girl friend Abby?" "We broke up in July." "Sorry." "Well, I'd get an appointment for a BJ by you, anyway." "You sweet boy. You say the nicest things!" "Okay, class presidents. We're about to start. The third thing I'm going to do is to introduce you, the high and middle school class presidents and the SCA president. When I call your name, just stand up and wave." Paige sat quietly while Ms. Anderson did the introduction and then gave instructions for going to the first block teacher for middle and high and individual teacher for elementary. She also introduced the new assistant principal, Ms. Diem. As the two kindergarten classes filed out, Ms. Diem went down the sitting presidents giving each the class schedule. As she handed out each one she said, "When your grade is called, leave the stage and just meet them in the hall or at the classroom. " As the junior class president walked off to join his class he paused at Paige and said quietly, "When does the Locker Club start?" "Probably in two weeks or so, I have to make some changes," Paige said. Then she got her slip, looked at it and hurried to HS Room 108 to follow the last student in. "Remember, your desk has a white cloth clothing bag with your name on it. I got this idea from the old eighth grade teacher. Go ahead, get undressed here, not in the hall and avoid the chaos. Sit down and when everybody is ready, you can then go find your locker - your name is on it for now, put the bag in your locker and return to the class room for the introduction." Paige looked at the slip to see the teacher was Ms. H. Schmidt. She grinned at that as she pulled off her red top and laid it on her desk top, "Hey, Paige," said the boy next to her. "Hi Bryan. How was the summer?" "Great. Thanks for the big protest. Say, when is the Locker Club going to be back in operation?" "About two weeks. I've got some changes to make with so many new students. Oh, are you staring at my boobs? They haven't changed since June!" "Oh, sorry Paige. " He pursed his lips and lowered his voice. "I can't believe I'm getting a boner! Pardon me!" Paige let out a laugh. "I bet most of the new boys are sprouting one. Looks like all the old girls didn't wear a bra either - and some of the new ones." "Well, here goes," Bryan said as he managed to get his shorts and his jockeys off at the same time and then sat down at his desk. Paige looked around and about three quarters of the class was either sitting or down to underwear. She rapidly pulled down her shorts and her panties and sat down to put her clothing in the bag. The teacher, Ms. Schmidt now stood in front of the class, as nude as most of the class was. Glancing around Paige could see that several of them were still naked, the boys especially. "Okay, class, I see everybody is ready. Now I know all of you new to Jones are a bit nervous about being undressed around other teens, even with the introduction you got yesterday. Boys, I grew up with three older brothers and a younger sister. It will go away. Girls, it's not a laughing matter. By the way, I'm Ms Schmidt and I'm a roving teacher. If you haven't looked at your schedule, this is French I, "So. Your locker has your name and the locker number on it. The lock is open but the combination is on the back of the lock. Put your clothes and what ever else in your locker, then try your lock and the combination before locking your locker, Unlock it, put your lock on the locker, lock it, and return to your seat. "Dépêche-toi s'il te plait!" Paige got up, took her bag and started for the door, along with the rest of the small class. She quickly found her locker, 937, put her bag in, tried the lock and it worked, so she closed and locked it. "Hey, Paige, there you are," she heard Mason say behind her. She turned and saw Mason and Jenna side by side. "What's your first block class?" "French. You and Jenna?" "English. So I guess we we have at least two classes we won't be in together. I thought you already knew all the French you needed' "No. I really want to learn French." "A certain other boy," Jenna said with a laugh. "Hey, Paige," another boy said. "Hey, Murphy. You in the same class as Mason and Jenna?" "Yep. Uh, hope this isn't bothering you, but will the Locker Club occur this year?" "Yes. But it will take a couple weeks to get started. There will be some changes, I think." "Okay. I, uh, never mind.." Mason laughed. "Murphy. I've known about the Locker Club before it had a name. I'm cool with it." Ms. Schmidt appeared in the door. Again she called, "Dépêche-toi s'il te plait," and waved her hand towards the door. A minute later all of the students were back in their seats, all nine of them, four former students and five new ones, five girls and four boys, three with erections, including Bryan. They sat and listened to Ms. Schmidt, now "Madam Schmidt," go over the class. After French came Freshman Science and she was able to sit next to Mason, then lunch and she sat with Mason, Jenna, and a couple of friends. During lunch four boys stopped and asked her about the Locker Club, and got the same answer - about two weeks. After lunch she hurried to English, so she knew neither Mason nor Jenna would be there. There were three boys who asked about the Locker Club, all of whom had come to her the last school year. There was a fourth boy, but one of the rejected ones. Unlike last year when Carlos had given her dirty looks every chance he got for rejecting him, now he smiled politely. As class let out, and she headed for her social studies class, Carlos came along side her. "Paige, I'm going to social studies. How about you?" He smiled. "Yes." "Let me beg your pardon. Last year I thought you told me `no' about the PR and the Locker Club because I'm Hispanic. But at the end of the year I saw you drive off with David, the senior from Africa. It was obvious to me that you were great friends with him. So I know now that you are not racist. Perhaps you can give me a second chance after awhile?" "Carlos, I'd be happy to give you a second chance - after awhile. Okay?" "Thanks, Paige, Well, here we are. After you," and Carlos bowed her in. Paige's last block was a study hall where she found Jenna and six boys, grades 9-12 found her. Before the teacher could get the study hall organized, three surrounded her and before they could say anything, she said, "Guys. This is the first day of school. The answer is `yes,' the Locker Club will continue. `No,' it is not accepting appointments now. It's probably about two weeks or so. Tell your friends that and tell them to stop asking me. You'll know as soon I can get it organized. Bother me and go to the end of the line - say next August?" The new teacher walked up to them. "Are these boys bothering you...." "I'm Paige, sir. Paige Jefferson. No. They aren't bothering me. They're just asking about an informal club we formed last year. " "Okay. But find a seat and sit down, all of you." Paige hurried to Jenna who had saved a seat for her. The only thing of interest was at the end of the study hall introduction when the teacher, a middle aged woman whose small breasts kept them from sagging yet said, "For those interested, I have a list of student aide jobs for this block. I'll have a handout when we meet next of those jobs, which includes a space for a student to suggest a job not listed. By the way, I see we have a famous person in the class. Paige turned her head, figuring out what was coming. "It seems we have a student who knows the First Amendment and can organize protest. " "That would be Paige! Yes ma'am those here last year know Paige, " a rising senior named Nate said. "Okay. Enough. Obviously you have nothing to study now. Stay quiet, talk in groups quietly. Obviously none of you have a video game hidden - oh - yes, in a back pack. Oh, and those of you out of your seat and headed for one person - BACK TO YOUR SEATS NOW!!" All of the students looked at her and scurried back to their seats. "The operative word was quiet. See that you conform." Then she smiled. Paige went into her small book bag, got out a notebook and began writing, with "Locker Club 202X" at the top. When the bell rang, she put the notebook in the small book bag, and left with the rest of the students headed for her locker. There, she first checked her cell phone. Yep, a call from François. "When to pick you up? It will be the van, not both MG and van." She thought for a second and sent: I'm doing some stuff after school for the Locker Club. Please come and pick up Mason, Desiree, and Georges. Come back for me in an hour with the MG. We can take the top down. Love, Paige," Before she could grab her bag the PA announced: " Paige Jefferson. Come to the main office at once. " So she closed her locker and headed for the office to find Mr. Jones behind the counter. "Ah, Paige. That was fast. Look, tomorrow either bring or wear your Corporation uniform. If you bring it, come by the office and somebody will hang it up for you. They said to bring your medal, the full size one, they said. You have a study hall second block and apparently you are going to pose for some pictures. That TIME article that mentioned you has apparently sparked some interest. " "Okay, Mr. Jones. I'm going to the library now to do some stuff on..." "`The Locker Club'? I'm not surprised. I've been hit by three or four boys about it. "Tell them to chill for the next two weeks." "Okay, Paige." "I'll be in the library for the next hour I think. Well, now, forty five minutes. Thanks, Mr. Jones." Ten minutes later, still nude, Paige sat in the library working on a third draft for a note for morning announcements. "The Locker Club hopes to be back at JLS in about two weeks. With the school enrollment having doubled, the club needs some volunteers. Plan on a meeting Friday after school for both boys and girls who want to help their fellow students. The club is for middle and high school divisions only and male staff must be in the eighth grade or high and female in seventh, with possible exceptions, If interested, drop a note with your locker number in Locker 937. " She smiled at that. It seemed to be good with all hints obvious to JLS and nobody outside it, She suddenly heard, "Hey, Paige, what are you doing here?" and she looked up to see LeRoy standing beside her. "Finishing up some Locker Club stuff to get it in announcements tomorrow." "That's neat. Say, look. Where's Mason?" "Off with François and his brother and sister and Mason. François and I are going to meet up and go for a drive in his MG when he picks me up," "Okay. Look, Paige, you are a neat girl and I'm glad you're the class president. Look. you know me and Abby broke up in the summer. We have time. What's the chance of going down to a PR now for some fifteen or so minutes?" "Quite a proposition, Look, LeRoy you and I did it once last year. Okay. Listen to me for a minute. There's no way that I can be fair to every guy who wants a class blow job. I'm looking for help. That's the first thing. The second is I want the LC to help the school. So what do you think if everybody who wants to `join' has to pay $5. Of that three goes to the school account, one goes to, in rotation, the class treasury, and three the last goes to the provider to do what is needed. What do you think?" LeRoy looked at her for a minute or so. "So you looking for other girls to help you?" Paige smiled, "And boys. If a boy wants to get blown, how many girls want to get eaten out?" She smiled again. "Also, we have some gay or lesbian students here. So what do you think?" "I'm working on it, But what about going to a PR now?" "Okay. You're a great guy. I have no problem. But I have a task. You go to Abby and ask her to talk to me. She's an eighth grader and could take care of boys eighth on up. Next, you know any girls who are total lesbian or boys who are gay? Let me know who they are. Can you do this?" "I can. I think it's a neat idea, " "Okay, LeRoy, give me your hand and let's see if PR #8 is open. I'll let you know when to pay the Locker Club. Okay? I think we need to hurry. You're getting hard," "That's easy around you, Paige." When they got there Paige locked the door of PR #8 behind them. LeRoy sat on the middle couch and Paige on a new padded stool, new to the room. "You really have a delicious looking cock, LeRoy," she said, just before she gave the head her first lick. Twenty minutes later Paige sat in the passenger seat of the newly engined orange MG with François, kissing deeply. "Paige. Simone asks both you and me as she is the second concubine - could she sleep with me tonight again and allow you and Mason to sleep together again tonight?" "I think that would work," Paige said. "Mason is a good teacher. He needs a good reviewer." "Hmm. I think your Locker Club is already in operation." "How do you know, love?" "I know what Mason's cum tastes like.," "You do." She slid off the passenger seat on her knees. "And I know what yours does. A friend was in need," To begin she took him all at once, as deep as she could. If you liked this part of "The François Series " or any of the other Paige-Mason-Jenna stories, please consider a donation to Nifty. Comments, pro or con to the author are always appreciated.