Ch. 21: Up in the Loft

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I gotta say, sometimes I hate correcting the spacing mistakes Pock made in this story. Every time a new piece of dialogue starts, you start a new paragraph, that's Writing 101, people. I can deal with the occasional spelling, or grammar mistake, but spacing mistakes are just annoying. Also, this person apparently hates contractions for some reason. No joke, I keep having to putting apostrophes where they belong to make sure some of this is readable without being off.

Also, I REALLY don't get why she goes into immense detail about shit, it's like she wanted to educate people because she felt every person needs to know shit, or the quality of education is low, which we don't it isn't. Sure, education could use a shot of steroids to be better, but it's not poor.

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"We got behind from reviewing on Monday," Mrs. Ackerman said, jumping right into class when the bell rang. "So, we're going to have a quick discussion day. Please turn to the discussion questions for Chapter 3 & discuss #1 with your partners. You have 5 minutes."

Sam was a little bummed that discussion was cut short. She really liked talking with Freddie & wished she could've had the whole period…until she read the questions.

"These questions are all dumb," she said. "'What makes males & females different?' Duh…'Why do you think men have nipples?'"

"Yeah, I know," Freddie said. "I was looking forward to sharing my opinions with you again,...but this chapter's on anatomy."

"Why do you have nipples anyway?" Sam asked. She'd never thought about it before.

"I don't know," Freddie said, laughing.

"Well, we only have time for one question anyway," Sam said, looking back at the first question.

It read: 'What is circumcision? Do you agree or disagree with its practice?'

"I know what circumcision is," Sam said. "But I actually don't know what it looks like," Sam said, trying to find a comparison.

"Here's a picture," Freddie said, turning his book towards her.

There were two diagrams of male genitalia. One with a flap of skin on the penis partially covering the head & the other without a flap at all.

"Oh," Sam whispered. "So you are circumcised then," she sniggered.

Freddie looked around quickly to make sure no one heard.

"Shh," he muttered.

Sam just laughed.

"So, what do you think about it?" Sam asked, laughing at how bad the question was.

"Well, it says here that an uncircumcised penis is a little more difficult to keep clean," he said. "So, yeah, I guess it's a good idea."

"I guess so," Sam said. She quite liked the way his penis looked & couldn't imagine it like the one in the diagram.

"Of all these questions, I wonder why she only wanted us to answer this one." Freddie said.

"Okay, class, it's time to move on," the teacher said, passing out some papers before Sam could respond. "If you haven't already guessed, this chapter is about anatomy. You will be expected to label all the parts on these diagrams for your quiz on Friday. I recommend using the rest of your time today to fill out this worksheet & study it."

One side of the worksheet had two sets of male genitalia on it. One set was a cross-section & both diagrams had lines pointing to parts.

"I guess we have to label the parts," Freddie said, turning a few pages before the find the same diagram in his book. They were a little grossed out looking at the inside of a penis.

Sam & Freddie worked as a team to fill out the worksheet, getting it done quickly. The other side had a front view of the female genitalia as well as a cross section of her internal sexual organs. Sam had to correct Freddie twice when labeling the front view. He kept labeling things wrong.

"Good job out there," Sam said as then entered their locker room after a heavy workout.

"You too," Freddie said. "Nice home run by the way."

"Thanks," she said, pulling her shirt off.

"We better not be late again today, or Carly'll get mad," Freddie said, removing his shoes & socks.

"You're right," she said, taking her bra off & showing off her breasts. "I guess you're just going to have to look today."

As he watched her remove the rest of her sweaty clothing, a plan formed in his mind.

Freddie wanted to surprise her. Once they were in the showers, Freddie soaped up & waited till she had shampoo in her hair. Her eyes were closed because she was rinsing it out. He snuck up behind her & bit her neck, caressing her breasts from behind.

"Holy, chiz! Geez, Freddie you st…startled me," she said, liking the contact. She started to grind her ass slowly against his dick while he kissed her neck. Her crotch began to ache for him, but they just didn't have time. "Freddie, we shouldn't today… Carly…" she said, wanting more.

"If you say so," he said, his right hand wandering down her front till it stopped, just touching her pubic hair. "I guess you'll have to wait then," he said, placing his hand over her clit just briefly, then returning to his shower.

"God, Freddie, you're such a tease," Sam said, putting her hand on her crotch where his hand had just been. She gave herself a few more rubs just to release some tension.

Freddie smirked.

"I just wanted to remind you that it's your turn for me to touch you," he said.

They finished their showers & got dressed. Just as they were ready to leave the locker room, they both got a text form Carly.

"Carly says she's going to go to Art Club after all today," Sam smiled. "I think she's trying to get to know that Chad guy."

"Yeah, I got that text too…So, I guess we'll have to wait for her to take us home," Freddie said.

"Well, we could just stay here," she suggested, wanted to get fingered on the wrestling mat.

"Actually, I've got some homework to do & I know a much better place to get it done," he said, totally oblivious, his mind now off of sex.

"Oh, well, okay," Sam said, slightly disappointed. "I guess I should study too."

"You're actually going to study?" Freddie asked as they got their things from their regular lockers & he lead the way to his backstage loft.

"I have to pass all my classes this year or I won't graduate," Sam explained. "I guess you could say I care a little more this year…why are we going the auditorium?" she asked, thinking that a locker room with a bed was a much better place to study (or get finger fucked) than the auditorium.

"You'll see," Freddie said, using his master key to get in. He led her up on the stage & exited stage left.

"Freddie, where are we going?" Sam asked, not sure why he was taking her backstage.

"Up here," Freddie said, climbing the stairs to his loft.

Confused, but intrigued, Sam followed him. Halfway up the stairs, Freddie hopped the rail & walked the metal beam over to the hidden room.

"I didn't know there was a room up there," Sam said, now able to see the door.

"Well, you've got your secret room…" Freddie said as they got on the ledge and he opened the door with his key, "and I've got mine," he finished throwing the door open and entering with Sam right behind him.

"Woah!" Sam said, seeing the bed mattress, the couch, the TV, & the fridge for the first time. She went straight for the fridge off of instinct. "So, this is where those sodas came from last Friday," she deduced. Freddie nodded.

"Yeah, I come up here most days during Tech Theater if I'm not working on a project," he explained. "Sometimes I sleep or watch the TV, but, usually, I do my homework," he explained.

Wanting to explore the rest of the room, Sam made her way to the doorway in the back of the room, discovering the old shower, toilet, & sink.

"It's like someone lived here," she said.

"My guess is an old theater instructor years ago who couldn't afford an apartment," Freddie said, sitting on the couch, propping his feet up slightly on the mattress in front of the couch. Having seen Sam's blankets on her wrestling mat in the locker room, Freddie'd also equipped his old mattress with a few blankets, making it a nice place to sleep during 5th period if needed.

Sam laid down on her stomach on the mattress just in front of Freddie's feet & they both got out their homework. On his laptop, Freddie typed up an English paper while Sam did some Math.

After about 20 minutes, Sam put her book away. She'd finished the Math assignment & didn't really feel like studying anything else, so she turned over, sat up, & started poking Freddie's feet.

"What's up?" Freddie asked, typing away.

"I'm bored," Sam said, lying on her back, propping her feet up on the couch beside Freddie.

"I'm almost done with this paper," Freddie said. "But I have other things I should probably study."

"You should probably study for the anatomy quiz on Friday," Sam said, now poking his knee with her big toe through colorfully striped toe socks. She'd tossed her shoes aside when she laid down.

"Yeah, maybe," Freddie said, finishing the paper. "Did you want to study that together?" he asked, getting out a blank copy of the diagrams.

"Actually, that's exactly what I wanted to do…" Sam said, unbuttoning & unzipping her jeans. "But we won't be needing the diagrams."

Sticking her thumbs inside the lining of her jeans & panties, she pulled them off in one swift motion. This took Freddie by surprise. Sam scooted more in front of him & moved one leg over to his other side, spreading her legs in the process.

"So, Freddie," Sam said with a smirk on her back in front of him, "Let's get to studying… touch my labia majora," she instructed, using the terms from their sheet.

Still on the couch he leaned forward with a silly grin & touched her outer lips for the first time.

"You want me to touch you here?" he said, mischievously.

"That's correct," she said, mocking their teacher's voice. "Great job, Freddie. Now, the labia minora," she said, biting her lip. A shiver ran through her body as Freddie slid two fingers inward to touch her inner lips.

"Those would be right here," he said, running his fingers on her.

"Touch my clitoris," she said, dropping the teacher act. She knew this wasn't actually studying. Freddie, however, looked a little lost. "Umm… it's…" he put his fingers a little too low, almost inside her. The black & white diagram from class hadn't been very clear.

Sam just kindly grabbed him by the wrist & pulled him closer. He was now on his knees on the mattress too between her & the couch.

"This is my clit, Freddie," Sam told him, placing his fingers right on it. "You touched me here earlier, you just didn't realize." she said. Freddie moved his fingers slightly, causing Sam's body to twitch.

"Does that bother you?" Freddie asked, pulling his hand away.

"No!" Sam said, grabbing his wrist & pulling him close again. "No, Freddie. I like that. Rub me there," she instructed.

He'd seen her touch herself before, but hadn't quite known what she was doing. Usually, she'd put her fingers inside her vagina & naïve Freddie figured that was the only place it felt good.

Not sure what he was doing, Freddie used two fingers & gently rubbed her clit in circles. Sam immediately responded with a hip thrust or two & a soft moan.

"Oh, God Freddie, you're good at that." Sam said. "You know how your penis has a head?" she posed. "Well, my clit is sort of like you're head. It's sensitive…" she explained.

It had been clear to her in class that he didn't even know what a clitoris was, even after labeling one. But she was patient with her naïve friend.

"Oh, it's like my head?" Freddie asked. Thinking of how he pleased himself, Freddie licked his fingers, getting them quite wet with saliva, & then returned them to her clit, rubbing circles just a little faster than before.

Sam began to buck her hips again. "Woah! You sure you've never done this before? You're really g…good at it," Sam said, letting out a few more moans & arching her back.

"Yeah," he said, smiling. He felt like such a man watching Sam moan & grind against his hand. "I didn't realize your, um, pleasure…came from out here," he said, moving his fingers downward a little. "I thought it was more like here…actually in your vagina," he said, now sliding his index finger inside her wet pussy. Sam's eyes widened as she let out a small gasp.

"Oh fuck!" she said. "I…yeah, that feels pretty good too."

Freddie moved his finger in and out a few times, watching Sam's face as he did so. He was acting the way he did on defense when he played basketball…watching his opponent's eyes & responding to their actions. He switched to his middle finger instead, realizing he could go a little deeper with it.

"We're not studying for the quiz anymore, are we," Freddie said, now focusing on pleasing Sam.

"We never were," she smiled. "Hey, Freddie, let me teach you something else," Sam smiled. "Turn your hand over, like this," she said, putting her hand palm up. Freddie turned his middle finger over inside her. "Okay, now move your finger like this…like you're telling someone to come here," she said, doing the motion.

"Like this?" he said, imitating her.

She gasped arching her back even more.

"Y...yeah," she said. "Oh, Freddie…oh, Freddie," she moaned. Still wearing her bright toe socks, her legs were on the couch on either side of him. "Oh, don't stop!" she begged, grinding against his finger.

He continued to move his finger as instructed, loving every second of Sam's pleasure. Wanting to do even more for her, he licked two fingers on his other hand & began to once again rub circles on her clit while he continued to finger her.

"Freddie I'm..I'm going to…Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sam grabbed both of his wrists, holding his hands in place as she spasmed uncontrollably. She tightened her legs around his finger as the walls of her vagina tightened as well. After a moment, her body hitched a second time. Freddie felt a small burst of wetness as she tightened once again & she fell limp before him.

"Oh, wow," she said, slowly pulling his hands away before letting go of his wrists. "That was amazing, Freddie."

Having only ever been pleased by herself, allowing Freddie to finger her had been quite the experience for Sam.

"I'm glad I was a part of it," Freddie smiled, looking down on her with pride.

Sam closed her legs, turning onto her side. Without even really thinking about it, Freddie moved forward and spooned with her, neither caring that Sam was naked from the waist down except for her adorable socks.

"You're my best friend," Sam said, repeating her words from the day before. "I…don't want this to sound weird,…but I love you Freddie," Sam said, rolling over to face him. "No matter what happens between us, I want you to know that I'll always care deeply for you."

"I love you too, Sam," Freddie smiled. "It makes me so happy to call you my best friend…& my friend-with-benefits too," he added.

Sam smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

"Do you think you could help me study for the male part of our quiz?" Sam teased, grabbing his cock playfully though his jeans.

"Hmm, you know I would," he smiled. "But it will have to wait till tomorrow…we really don't have time now," he said, checking his phone for the time. "Art Club'll be done in about…well, it should be over now," he said, sitting up.

"You think I should put my pants back on?" Sam giggled, reaching for her panties.

"Personally, I like you either way, but yeah, you probably should," he joked.

Once she got dressed again, they crossed back to the stairs, ready to go meet Carly.

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PEACE

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