Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2018 23:04:59 -0400 (EDT) From: E MOSER Subject: Young Friends and High School: Francois: We?re Going to Be Fourteen #34 Francois: We're Going to Be Fourteen #34 Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with his characters as individuals. We're Going to Be Fourteen by Larry Marian Conference of Want In the far corner of the Jones Lab School Group One 7/8 Common Room four students sat huddled in four chairs, set up like a fort, in a circle facing each other, the chair backs to the rest of the room and the corner they had conquered. Ordinarily they would be two couples, JM and FM as one and Sammie and Surprise as the other. But now the four faced the complications that growing up meant. After all, they were 13 and each going towards their 14th birthday. Jenna Michelle and Oscar Paul were twins, fraternal twins, but with different fathers and the same mother. They went by JM and Surprise, though he now liked being called "Prize." Next came Samantha Paige, called Sammie, Jenna's daughter and finally Francois Mason, Francois' son. They sat JM next to FM and Sammie next to Prize, with some light hand holding going on. "So, Prize and I are the two oldest. We turn fourteen next month. FM and Sammie are within a couple days of each other, birthdays in three months. I wonder, Mom and Dad have both told Prize and me that they were 12 when they lost their virginity. But that was a special situation. They also say that Sammie's mom lost hers at 12, too." "And your dad was the evil rapist," Sammie said and laughed, pointing at JM and Prize. "Yep. He said he'd show us your mom's panties, but she wasn't wearing any," Prize said as he laughed, "And they say Africans aren't civilized," FM said, reaching out his hand to JM and laughing. "Here's the deal. Do we just say, let's do it now, or do we wait until all of us are fourteen?" Prize asked. "What would Mom say? Or Uncle Mason and Aunt Paige? Or Uncle Francois? I know Mom wants me to wait. She really wants me to wait until I'm 15. Not sure I can do that. I mean, you know, Oscar Paul has actually kissed me!" The other three laughed. "Shame, twin!! Oh, shame!" JM said as she looked at FM. "Well, Dad said that he was seventeen his first time. I probably shouldn't say this, but he told me once that Aunt Paige was only his second." "Let's get serious for a moment. Mandatory study hall break is about to happen and this room'll be flooded in a moment. Let's hit the drink machine now and socialize during the break," Prize said. "My twin has a good idea," JM said, laughing, reaching for the utility bag she wore around her waist. Twenty minutes later the commons cleared out of most of 7/8 who were divided into three groups: mandatory study hall in the study hall, monitored by teachers, room study in individual room, and free study, which only a few could claim, as they could study where and how they wanted, as long as they were in the top ten per cent. All four were in free study and for a half hour the four hit the books for tomorrow. "So. Thoughts. I think all four of us want to do the real thing. I want to with FM and I know Surprise wants to with Sammie. And vice versa. Do we wait for each other? Or do we go ahead?" "Then there's Cousin Susie," Prize pointed out. "And Cousin Mickie," Sammie said. "Yeah, but they don't go to Jones and we don't see them every day. I mean I talk to both of them, but it's not quite the same thing," JM said. "I mean it's not my fault that my big brother hid behind me for almost seven months and made us premies."
 "Wait a second. You took up too much room in the womb! Who says I caused us coming early? You were late!" Prize said, grinning as he said it. "We got it, JM. You sound just like your mother!" Sammie said. "Look, I think we should all wait for the last to hit fourteen and then decide. JM or Prize, you want to give your virginity to some clutz on your fourteenth and make FM and me have sloppy seconds? I don't think so!" "I'd like JM to wait for me. I love her like Dad loves her mom. I'm willing to wait until I'm 14," FM said. "I love FM," JM said simply. "I think we were in love when we were three. We still are. I can wait for him to turn 14." "This is pretty mushy, but I can't think of another girl for me then Sammie. I can wait for her," Prize said. "If Prize can wait, I can wait," Sammie said and grabbed his hand, pulled him towards her and kissed, with nobody else in the room. The other three all laughed. "Illegal PDA!" JM and FM both called and kissed each other. Take a Shower; Go to a PR Saturday morning blond, small breasted Jenna Michelle Adams and black curly haired Francois Mason M'urk, both 13, stood facing each other in the shower room of Group One 7/8, each under their own shower head, but turned so they were close together. Each like the shower water somewhat different, so at least part of them got the correct temperature. At the far end stood another couple, Gail and Harry, both eighth graders and fourteen. They had their arms around each other, kissing. There were also a boy showering alone, and two girls, also showering alone. The girls stood where they could see FM's front. Their faces turned towards him several times and they looked at his semi-hard cock, which even not fully erect had to be almost seven inches long. JM reached down with a soap laden hand to wash that cock. It sprang to full erection, to at least seven inches, its purple head fully exposed as the foreskin slid back. FM returned the favor with his soap filled hand sliding between JM's legs to wash her pussy. "FM you keep that up and I'm going to get on my knees and suck you right here," she laughed. "It wouldn't be the first time this room had a blow job." "Really? Here?" "Never said anything, but first semester I had to take a leak in the middle of then night. Came in and there was a couple in the shower room. I'm not going to say who. But she was giving him head. They never noticed me." She laughed. "What happens in the shower stays in the shower," she said. "Anyway, concrete is hard on my knees. When we get back to the room," she said quietly. "You'll get yours, JM." She turned around so he could wash her back - and play with her boobs a bit. Then she washed his, running her hand down his butt to his crack. They finished and dried each other off, put on their flops and headed back to their room, leaving the door just a tiny bit open so they obeyed the rule that during the day the door to the room had to be open. The rule didn't say how open it had to be, so a crack meant it was open and nobody pushed it or knocked it. The occupants expected a "Anybody home?" if somebody wanted to see them. They passed four rooms, two on each side of the hall on their way back. Two rooms had beds against the wall, with an aisle in the middle and two had the beds pushed together in the middle of the room. Their room also had the beds pushed together. Towels got hung to dry and they got back into their bed. >From light kissing, to hugs, to fondling each other, they began to get as serious as they could and keep their virginity. FM sucked on JM's nipples until she began to suck on his and then made her way down to the now very hard seven inch licorice cock. She took it easily, causing him to groan almost at once. "Oh, yes, JM. Yes," he moaned. He continued to moan until they changed to "JM. Soon. Cumming soon." Of course she continued to pump his prick until he came. Delicious cum before breakfast. She rolled off him and he rolled right between her legs. She moaned even as his tongue first slid along the inner side of he her vertical lips, all the way up to her clit when she used her hands to push his face down into her wet pussy. It took her a bit longer, but FM was good, and she had a nice cum. They lay together afterwards, chatting. "Okay, my sweet man," JM said. Let's go get breakfast before they close down. I have a ten o'clock Locker Club appointment with Bobby Paul." "Oh, yeah. The junior soccer player - mid field. He's varsity, but I'm better." "I'm sure you are, In more ways than one. So are we going to the Mall after lunch?" "Yeah. I think your brother and Sammie are going to. Maybe a couple of others. Either Mom or Dad Adams' ll drive us." "Good. Give me a kiss. I'm going to just rinse off and join you. Order me an onion and mushroom omelet, please. Bacon and toast. " With that she was out of bed and back out the door with a damp towel. Ten minutes later she slid into a seat next to FM and across from Sammie who had nothing before her. The plate in front of her had another plate on top to keep in the warmth, as did the coffee cup. She smiled at FM for that. Then Prize came up with a tray with two plates, two milks, two juices, and a hot cup - probably tea for Sammie. The four had a noisy breakfast before JM headed for her Locker Club appointment. She expected Bobby Paul, all trim and athletic, but beside him was Sid Brown, another junior, but a bit over weight and maybe not the sharpest nail in the box. "Hey, Bobby Paul. Bring a friend?" "Yeah, JM. Look, I hope it's okay. Sid's been a friend forever. I didn't check with you before I invited him." "Well, come in and let's discuss this. If I remember, we have the PR for 45 minutes. " She opened the door and walked in, the two boys following her, Bobby Paul closing the door behind them. She went and sat on the low couch. "I think I can handle this - maybe. What is your plan, Bobby?" "Well, I can go oral on you, JM. Then you do us. Of course we pay you." "Of course. But I think this would be special. So, not $10, but, say $15, with ten spot the regular way and the other five going to the school. Awful lot of construction. My mom said that when Jones started there were like 200 students from kindergarten to senior. Now we have 2000 just in middle and high." "Is it true your mom started the Locker Club?" Sid asked. "Yeah. She did. First year it was just her. She told me a couple of weeks ago that there are now 16 Locker Clubs. She also started the `no suits' protest. Go in the office and see a framed picture of the Time cover with her on it. " "You have some mom," Sid said. "And she was Mom Paige for years for the 7/8s. My older sister worshipped her. I missed her by a year. And your dad, too," Bob said. "Thanks. Okay, how do you guys want to work this?" "Well, you could do me and then Sid. Or vice versa," Bob suggested. "Or you could do one of us a bit, and then the other, Go back and forth," Sid put in. "I don't care, guys. I'm sitting here ready to go. You're both hard. One at a time or take turns?" The two boys looked at each other. "Okay, Take turns. Bob first. " The two grew closer to her, the two dicks, one with a bulb head, the other pointed, one thick, the other thin, right at her lips. She turned her head towards Bob, eased her mouth open and took him in to begin to suck him. A minute later, she let him go to turn her attention to Sid. She slid her lips over the cock, teeth covered as she drew him in deeply, then began to ease back. "Oh, SHIT!" Sid yelled as he came. Lots of it as she swallowed and swallowed again. The third swallow took care of the rest of his load. "I'm so sorry, JM" She removed her mouth from the shrinking cock to turn back to Bob. "Your first?" she asked as she went back to work on Bob/ "Uh, huh," Sid admitted quietly. JM continued to work Bob's cock as he began to face fuck her, but he didn't cum. She glanced over; Sid was hard again. She shifted back to Sid while taking Bob's cock in her hand and began to stroke it. Sid didn't cum. She sucked him for close to two minutes before swinging back to Bob who acted like he wanted to cum as he put his hand on the back of her head as though to keep her mouth on his prick, "Oh, God, JM. I'm so close. Yeah. God your tongue feels good, GOOD! Oh! YEAH!" as he finally came. She swallowed his gift then swung back to Sid. "Oh, yes, JM. So good," he moaned as his dick messaged her a warning just before he came the second time. He didn't deliver as much the second time. "So, I guess that was better for you," JM said after releasing the deflating cock. "Yeah." "Look, it's getting late. Both of you owe me some pussy licking soon. Oh, and $15, if you will guys." Both went into their waist wallet and gave her the fee. "Gotta get this to Carol the book keeper," she said. "Thanks, guys," and kissed both of them. She put the money in her waist wallet and walked on out, heading for the senior dorm where she was sure she could find Carol and Mike. Their door was wide open so she just hit a knock and called, "Carol. It's JM. I have locker money for you." "Come in JM. What do you have?" "Fifteen from two clients. Ten gets split the regular way. The other five, three goes to eighth grade and the other two to me." "Got it. Hope you had fun." "Neither was FM. But nice guys." "Good. Oh, ease the door to almost closed, would you?" "Sure. Enjoy." As she almost closed the door it came to her, Carol and Mike were going to do IT. He'd be inside her pussy, her snatch. Lucky girl! Lucky guy. Then she shrugged her shoulders. It wasn't going to be that much longer. Sammie and Prize Talk to Jenna Peterson Sammie and Prize knocked on the Jenna and her husband Mark 's apartment in the new 9/10 building where they were counselors and teachers at Jones Lab. Jenna opened the door, her belly showing that Constance was going to be outside very soon. "Hi, Mom. Prize and I have some questions." "Come in, both of you. But no, I'm not going to give either of you a preview of your algebra test next week. Sit down and ask away." "Okay, Mom. You and Prize's parents gave each other your virginity when all three of you were only 12. So how come you guys expect us to wait until we are fourteen?" Jenna laughed. "Because that was then and this is now! Or a different place and time. Look, except for the fact if we hadn't been put in those white rooms, neither of you would be here today, we might have hated those weeks there. "You have to remember that back then we were taught to be dressed around other people, especially of the `opposite sex.' Premarital sex was bad, especially if you were a teen." Sammie and Prize glanced at each other and grinned. "You know we have strict rules about any PDA, but we also have Private Rooms and the dormies have their own rooms whose door is shut at lights out and may be almost shut during other hours. Most room mates are male and female and when the room has two of the same sex, most often the two are gay. "But we were guided, even forced, to experiment. I was the most experienced of the three of us, but like Paige and Mason, I was a virgin. I had not gone far with a boy. I had gone fairly far with two other girls. Now. Since you brought it up, you two have kissed. Hell, I've seen you both and they were not closed mouth pecks!" Sammie and Prize grinned and nodded their heads. "So, fess up, Sammie. What else?" "Uh, Well, Prize has felt me up. I've..." "Felt up? Boobs? Snatch? Fingered?" "All of that Mom." "Prize. And Sammie has...?" "Uh. She's touched penis." "Touched your penis??? That what you call him?" "Okay. She's jerked me off. I've brought her off. " He looked at Sammie. "I've gone down on her...a lot." "Yeah. And I have done it to Prize.. a lot. " She dropped her eyes. "He's shot off in my mouth, Mom. And, well, I've cum in his." "Good. You're healthy kids. Enjoy and don't be ashamed. But you are both virgins." "Yes, Mom." "Yes Mom Jenna." "How about the butt? Sammie's butt and your cock?" The two looked at each other. "Once, Mom. It hurt. Only once." "Probably because Oscar Paul had no idea how to do it. You want some instruction, Samantha, I'll tell you how to do it and enjoy it." The two looked at each other again and smiled. "See, I told you," Prize said as he squeezed Sammie's hand. "Okay, OP. But, Mom, even if it does turn out okay, it's still not the same as looking at Prize when we do it the first time." "No, it's not. But the anticipation and the where and when it is will make it very special. I promise you." "So was it special for you and Mason and Paige?" "Yes. But I still wish it had been different. After all, I watched Mason and Paige give each other theirs. And I mean watched. I even lay down on the bed to see Mason's cock in Paige's cunt. I watched her bounce up and down on it with sheer joy on her face. I almost knocked her off him so he could do me. Just so I wouldn't be like her, I lay on my back and he just shoved it in me. " "Really, Mom? That doesn't sound like Uncle Mason," Sammie said. Jenna laughed. "Actually, that's what I was thinking. He really was sweet and tender. It was my hormones going crazy. After all, I had wanted to be first, but I knew Paige and Mason were falling for each other so I stepped back. So I was raring to go when he was ready for me. "It wasn't rose pedals and champagne, kids, but I still dream about it. I want you two to do the same. So. Make out. Play with each other. Do oral sex on each other. Do 69. Make each other cum. Even experiment gently with anal. But stay vaginally virgin until the day after your fourteenth birthday, Sammie. Please. It means a lot - a whole lot to me. "And, Prize. You wait on Sammie. Don't go chasing some easy girl. Okay?" Prize got up and stood awkwardly in front of Jenna, he reached out his arms like he wanted to hug her. Jenna stood up and hugged him. Sammie got up and kissed her mother. "Oh, Mommy. You're just too good for us. I promise." "I do, too, Mom Jenna," Prize said. "Good. Just remember that. Both of you." Francois, Cindy, Simone, and Monique FM and JM sat side by side on their bed in their dorm room, the smart phone hooked up to the tv as he punched in his family's California number. The phone rang, a test pattern ran across the tv until suddenly Francois' face appeared, with Cindy by his side. Both were nude, as was two year old Madeline, newly toilet trained - for the most part. "Dad, Mom, how are you?" "We're fine, son. Hi, JM, how are you?" "Fine Uncle Francois, Aunt Cindy. Madeline, you a good girl?" "Good," with a toddler lisp. Simone came into the screen, also nude, her swollen belly showing her advanced pregnancy. "Hi, Aunt Simone. When?" "Two weeks. I can't wait. Monique is at the doctor's for her check up." "Okay, guys, what do you want?" Francois said in a friendly voice. "Dad, JM is fourteen tomorrow. I'll be in two months. What if we go ahead and get rid of our virginity night after tomorrow?" "If you do, Son, you will regret it. Not in two months, maybe not in two years, but you will. JM, your mother told me several times that the fact that she and your dad gave each other their virginity was the most important thing in her life. You keep telling him to wait." " But Uncle Francois, they were twelve." "And in a strange situation. Look, you know the story as well as I do. Your parents gave each other a great gift while your Aunt Jenna watched and told them to hurry up. It was her turn next and she took it. Your mom watched your dad have sex with another girl minutes after they had consumated their love for each other." "We saw the movie, Dad." "I know you did. The answer is, wait. Simone? Cindy?" "Francois. Look. I'm still Simone. I still sleep with your dad in rotation with your mom and Monique. But I'm not his concubine any more. Nor is Monique. Your Aunt Paige hasn't been since she and your dad got married. I'm still the same, but I'm not his concubine. In Cameroon, I'm his wife. Monique is his wife. Here, we're latter day hippies." She laughed at that. "That's the difference. You and Jenna Michelle have sex before you turn 14 and a day, she will be your concubine, whether you like it or not. " JM looked at her boy friend, her lover in fact. "Francois Mason. Aunt Simone is right. We have to wait. If I have to tie my legs together and wear pajamas to bed, we have to wait." FM looked at her and kissed her. "As you wish," he said gently. "Don't roll down a hill," she responded. Fourteen and a Day Oscar Paul and Jenna Michelle Adams celebrated their fourteenth birthdays together, of course. As always, Prize mentioned that he was the older by seventeen minutes. His "grandmother" reminded him that he'd held up the procession. That was just the humor level that 7/8 understood, though it did seem a bit strange that (A) the now legendary Dad Mason and Mom Paige had their own parents and (B) these parents at the party were as nude as they were. There was cake and ice cream after dormie dinner and presents later before bed after the four grandparent dressed and went home. Then Prize and Sammie headed for their room as FM and JM headed for theirs, defying PDA rules by having their arms around each other. The still "new" counselors turned their heads and went back to their apartment and closed their door as Mason and Paige left for their apartment. The next morning all four showed up on time for breakfast and each still wore the small silver "V" on a necklace. Conversation buzzed as the four took trays and got breakfast. Aunt Jenna walked in, looked at them, and came over to the four. Each one got a kiss on the neck from aunt or mother. Then she turned around and walked out for a bit before returning, getting her tray and going to the faculty table. Almost two months later Francois Mason celebrated his fourteenth birthday, again with cake and ice cream after dinner. As people finished their desert the counselors rolled out a large package colorfully wrapped in green, red, and black papers with a gold ribbon and bow on it. FM and JM looked at each other and shook their heads. "Huh?" she said. He began unwrapping it, after picking it up to find it quite light for the size. Then he opened the box and pulled out first a large leather shield, big enough to hide behind, and then a spear which barely fit in the box. Half way down the shaft was a heavy cross piece. "Huh"? JM said again. "It's for me to protect the herd and kill a lion," FM said simply, his voice cracking. "Dad is naming me a man and a warrior." He turned his head away and sniffed. JM patted him on the back, not an illegal PDA. "Tu es mon homme et mon guerrier," she said. "Huh?? You don't speak French. Did you know about this?" "Mom Paige coached me. By the way, be careful. That point is real!" He nodded and ran his finger over the top of the blade. A small trickle of blood came out. JM picked up several clean paper napkins. "I knew you were going to do that! BOYs!" As they got ready for bed that night, the spear and shield got propped in the far corner of their room. Aunt Jenna came to their room. "That can stay here tonight, but tomorrow, I'm taking it to Paige and Mason for safekeeping." The two, already lying in bed, nodded agreement, "Thanks, Aunt Jenna," FM said. "We're only going to cuddle, but please turn out the light." She did and they did. Five days later Sammie turned fourteen. Again, ice cream and cake for dessert. At the three previous parties there had been no candles, but this time the cake had 56 candles on it. Joy and Larry, the new counselors, who were not yet "Mom" and "Dad" even though they were counselors and faculty, called the four up, each still proudly wearing their V necklace. "Okay, what is the order of your birth? I know FM is number three and obviously Sammie is the youngest. But JM and Prize?" "I'm the oldest by seventeen minutes." "Yeah - he spent seven months blocking the door. You know, when I have to pee, he still does," JM said. "You haven't shared a bedroom with him in six years," Sammie said with a smile. "Oh. Well, happy birthday, Sammie," JM continued. "Alright. So to blow out the candles. Sammie is last, before her FM, before him, JM, and Prize to begin. You may blow out as many or as few as you want. Prize?" Larry the counselor said. "Hmm. I want Sammie to have at least one candle. But I don't want her to exert herself." He drew in a breath and then blew. Ten candles went out. "JM. Let out the hot air, kid sister!" "Door hog!" JM replied as she let go of FM's hand and went to the cake. She inhaled - and blew. "Sixteen," called Larry. "Total, 26. Thirty to go. FM?" FM surveyed the cake. "JM has done well. I must support her. After all, I am a warrior, the son of a warrior, the grandson of a warrior and we slay lions? Where is my shield and spear?" With that he took a deep breath, leaned over the cake at one end and began to exhale, moving his head as he did. Candles blinked out in a trail of darkness. He stopped. "I count 24 gone. There are six to go in a huddle." "We call that a bomba. The are protected. But I have prepared the way for my sister Sammie," FM trumpeted. Sammie stepped up, hugging FM as she passed him. "Does this mean that if I can't blow out six candles, I can't sleep with Prize tonight?" "Those candles will go out," came a voice and then several more. Even Ms. Anderson came in. Sammie took a deep breath, held it, lowered her face, and then blew and moved as the candles went out. One wavered, then dropped. Group One, 7/8 cheered. Several teachers poked their heads in to join in the clapping. Then the cake got shared. Twenty minutes later, nothing was left except other members of 7/8 bidding the four good bye as they headed towards study areas. The next morning the middle school caf was packed for breakfast and the four did not appear until half way through the meal time. They came in smiling, JM and FM holding hands as did Sammie and Prize. But each still wore the necklace with a V. Murmers began at once as they approached the line, which was right next to the teachers' tables. As they passed, first Prize, then JM, then FM, and finally Sammie, each removed the necklace and placed it on the end of the closest teachers' table. First one, then five, then all stood up and clapped. FM held up his hands, until JM called, "Hands up!" and quiet settled down as hands raised. "Friends, er,forget the rest - we made it. It was wonderful. You do the same, please. Wait. It's worth it. Especially if you have a girl like JM." "And especially if you have a guy like Surprise," Sammie said. "Most important that you have a special guy or gal," came from the far door as Paige and Mason came in carrying John Thomas who squirmed in his mother's arms. "Most of you don't know who these are, but these are Paige and Mason Adams, the first counselors for 7/8, parents of JM and Surprise. Ms. Adams is now on the school board. I have to tell you - her first year here earned her three smacks with the paddle of the Dean of Boys - and the still school record for the furthest toss of an idiot molester. "Now, let's have breakfast!" Prize turned to Sammie. "What can I get you, my princess?" "They have sausage gravy today?" she asked and smiled. "I'll go see." Dear Reader, When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more than between three to five more stories. Like Topsy, this has grown. With growth came a few errors. For example, we have the line from the Teen Swim Party "... ranging from a bald, flat 11 year old..." when the invitation clearly states that the mandated ages are 12 to 17 so this line should read "... ranging from a bald, flat one who looked 11 . . ." Feel free to point out other errors. If I were to ever find a paper publisher, such errors will be corrected. Thanks. 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