Owen and Becky had an interesting date the other night. She thought he was a heathen and he thought she was a stuck up prude, but when he went to drop her off, they spent 20 minutes making out in his car. He went in to kiss her neck, she grunted and then she ran away like a scared little girl. He texted her today. "Sorry if I moved too fast. I really like you." Becky really liked Owen, and she wanted him to touch her. That's what scared her, so she ran off.

She answered, "my dad is having a carnival for the church. Will you come?"

Lame, he thought. "When and where?" The things he would do for a girl. Also, maybe Becky would be kinky once she loosened up. Clare was once a saint.

After class, Drew brought Clare home, and they went up to her room. She locked the door and proceeded to strip for him. She teased him as she moved. He wanted to just jump her and yank off her clothes, but he was going to try and be patient. She sat on his lap and straddled him, grinding on him as she pulled his head into her breasts. She turned around, grinding her ass on him as his erection strained in his boxers. She unzipped his pants and took off his shirt, leaving him in his boxers.

She kissed him softly as she teased his skin with her nails. She gyrated on him, necked him, scratched him and whispered the naughtiest things in his ear as she drove him mad. Finally, she relented, getting down on her knees and sucking him into her mouth. Using her hand and mouth, she teased his little head, shaft, balls, taint and even probed his ass a little as she made him cum, violently and he sank onto her bed. He lied in bed, trying to recover as she stayed at his side and played with his hair.

"Do you want me?" she teased, knowing he was spent. "Come and get me." She grinned, knowing he needed another minute. As soon as Drew could get it up, he grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him as he thrust into her. She bit into his neck to muffle the screams as he pounded her relentlessly, seeking revenge for her earlier torment. Well, this revenge was sweet because Clare loved it, bucking her hips, hissing for move and scratching him aggressively as he fucked her. She came hard and he kept going, pounding her until he came deep inside of her.

They took a shower afterwards, which turned into another fuck session when he bent her over the counter. Finally, they got dressed and went downstairs for a snack. Clare made cookies, a household favorite while Drew watched tv. When Glen got home, he refrained from inquiring about Drew. He had a long talk with Helen last night, about Clare and Jake and how to handle co-parenting. They agreed that Helen would mostly deal with Clare, and Glen would mostly deal with Jake, but if there were safety concerns/serious matters, then either of them could step forward.

Glen found it easier to deal with Clare after their talk. He had perceived her as a threat to his relationship with Helen. Why wouldn't Helen try to make it work again (with Randall), so her broken home could be repaired. When Clare agreed that Helen was happy with him, something changed.

Clare finished the cookies, but there was only one teenage boy in the house for the moment and he wasn't stoned, so they were safe for now. Clare left some in Jake's room and hid some for later. Boys can't be trusted, especially not with cookies.

The carnival was tonight and when Helen came home, she suggested they all go, including Drew and Katie. They all went, as a family, of sorts and Drew won Clare a big stuffed dinosaur. It was all cotton candy and laughs until they heard a big ruckus. Becky Baker and Owen Milligan had been caught making out, under the hay. He had hay in his hair, and she had hay everywhere. Her father was livid. She was blushing, and Owen was smirking. He was just getting started with her. Owen was Becky's opposite, but he got her.

He saw the real girl inside of the pastor's daughter shell she put up. He knew how to get under her skin, how to really get her blood to boil and her skin white hot. He made her horny as all hell, and she didn't even know she could get so aroused until he was rubbing her thighs under the hay. He was on the back of her thighs, making her moan and mutter with anticipation. She just wanted him to grope her, but before he could, a deacon noticed a shoelace sticking out, a freaking shoelace. Drew could see the embarrassment on her face. Clare could see something else, a sexual awakening. Glen was just relieved that it wasn't Clare in the hay. Jake and Katie went off on their own.

Bianca and Fitz saw the whole thing. "I set him up with Becky as a joke. Guess the joke is on me."

"No," Fitz said. "It's on Mr. Baker."

They laughed. Little did they realize, Vince was watching them.

After the carnival, Owen realized that Becky's phone was probably going to get taken.

The next day, he bought her a throw phone for Bianca to give to Becky, and he put his number in it.

"My dad will flip if he catches us."

"Then don't get caught. I'll be waiting for you down the road from the church."

Why do good girls always want the bad boys?

When she got there, Owen led her to his car. He didn't speak the whole drive. He took her to a diner.

"We came all this way for breakfast."

"Not any breakfast. The best one in the area. Order whatever you want."

Becky was surprised. She figured he wanted more time to make out.

"I prefer making out in the night time," he answered.

She blushed, knowing it was on her mind.

After a delicious breakfast, how do they make those pancakes so good, Owen took her back to the church. Becky kissed him before she ran inside.

"Where were you?" Luke asked her.

"Repenting." She ran off.

Luke knew of Owen from hockey. He didn't want his sister to become a puck bunny.

Everyone knew about Becky and Owen by Monday. There were plenty of witnesses, also text messages and church gossip. Becky didn't go to Degrassi, so she missed most of it. Owen on the other hand, got all of the whispers. Bianca couldn't stop laughing.

"Shut up!"

"What! It's pretty funny."

"Not that she's grounded."

"Like you care."

"I don't, but she does."

"Aw! Do you like the minster's daughter?"

"FUCK YOU!"

"Wow, you really are into her. Look, buy some flowers, go over there in a suit and apologize. Say the devil took over or some garbage."

"You think that could work?"

"That's what I do when I get caught with Fitz."

"How many times have you been caught?"

"Lost count."

Owen laughed. "Why not try it?"

Clare was at the paper, writing about the carnival. She thought about Owen and Becky. Becky actually reminded her of herself a year ago. Clare then went to her advice column. One letter caught her eye.

Dear Angela,

I met this boy. I really like him and he likes me, but my dad caught us fooling around and now I'm grounded and cannot see him. He's very strict, but I can't stop thinking about my guy and the way he makes me feel. I snuck out once, but I felt guilty, what do I do?

Signed,

Prisoner

Dear Prisoner,

I wish I knew more like how old you are and what you were doing that caused the problem, a kiss, the full monty, somewhere in the middle. Regardless, I have some general advice that I think will serve you well. Parents will always disagree with their teens about sex. It's inherent. Our bodies are maturing, so we get urges, but our parents see the child we recently were and think we're too immature. Who's right? It depends. Some teens are mature enough to handle physical relationships and others are not.

Either way, you have desires that you want your bf to fulfill and your father disapproves. On one side, it is your body and your choice as to how you satisfy your physical needs. On the other side, it's your father's house and his rules, and you don't want to undermine his trust by sneaking around behind his back.

So where does this leave you. You have a choice to make. You can either break up with the boyfriend (easier choice, but will leave you and him sad) or you can level with your father (harder to do and might blow up in your face). Tell him you're sorry that he is disappointed in you, but you weren't trying to disappoint him. You are a young woman who has relationship needs of her own and is going to fulfill them. You want your father to approve of your boyfriend, so tell your dad that you want him to come over to dinner, so that he can get to know him better and see for himself what a great guy he is.

I don't know how this will end for you, but I think if you are honest with yourself, you will at least know that you did your best to be a grown-up in a complicated situation.

Signed

Angela

At the Baker house, the family got ready for dinner, when there was a knock on the door. It was Owen, wearing a suit. "What are you doing here?" Becky hissed.

"Going to win over your father." Owen handed Mrs. Baker the flowers. "These are for you ma'am."

"What a nice boy? Would you like to stay for dinner?"

Owen smiled. Time to try and win over the Bakers. It was a rough dinner. Mr. Baker was ready to yell as soon as he saw him, but he kept his mouth shut. He yelled with his eyes instead. Luke, on the other hand, brought up every bad rumor he ever heard about Owen, many of them lies, some of them true, some in between. Owen stood his ground, admitted he was a flawed man, but said that Becky saw good in him where many don't. He wants to be a better person when he's around her, and he has no intentions of going away.

"You can't just show up here whenever you want," the father retorted.

"No, but I can go to the church every Sunday, and all of their events."

"You wouldn't."

"I would if Becky's there." She smiled at him.

The father sighed. "You can take her on a double date, with other churchgoers, when she's no longer grounded."

Owen smiled. Luke scowled.

After dinner, Owen saw himself out. Becky was waiting for him outside. Her arm reached out to him. He grabbed her, pulling her into a soul-crushing kiss and then quickly released her, making his way to his car before they could be seen. Becky turned bright red from head to toe. She was on fire.

Tuesday

Clare didn't realize how much of a controversy her latest letter would make until she got to school. Kids wouldn't shut up about it. Many kids were in this position, but very few thought that they could just confront their parents, and declare themselves mature enough to make their own decisions regarding sex. The Friendship Club was not pleased. How dare the school sanction this blasphemy? They went to Simpson right away with their complaints. He was concerned too. Would the school be blamed? Katie got called in for another meeting.

"We're getting complaints about the column."

"But kids love it. We've been getting more copies out than ever. Even other school's kids write in and come by for copies. (hence Becky's question)"

"That's the problem. They're kids."

"Well, I can't say this is a surprise."

"What?"

"You're a parent. Your side on the divide is evident."

"And?"

"And my point is these things should be discussed, not censored. Why don't the offended parties write a response? I'll print it."

"Okay. I'll see if someone in the friendship club is prepared to do it."

Everyone was asking who was Angela. Some thought it was a dude. No girl would just tell her parents she was going to have sex, and they should butt out. Others thought it was a group. Clare kept her mouth shut, but it was hard to focus with all of the attention. She was secretly in the spotlight. Eli had a feeling that Clare was the writer. She was on the paper, clearly sexually active and always wants to help people. He kept quiet, not wanting to out her secret.

Katie told her about the meeting with Simpson during lunch. Clare said she had a new article to write, "So you think you're ready for sex?" She wanted to discuss contraception, STDs, it's effect on the relationship and how to talk about it. According to Clare, if you couldn't talk to your partner about the things that matter, then you're not ready to have sex. Katie approved it, and Clare solicited feedback via an anonymous sex survey. She asked the students a) if they've had sex or sexual activity (oral sex counted), and for the ones who had b) did they use protection, c) did they talk about protection with their partner, d) did they enjoy the experience, e) if they'd do it again if they could go back in time, f) if they were still with their first partner, g) had they ever been tested for STDs, h) if so, was it ever positive for something, I) ever get pregnant or get someone pregnant, j) ever have sexual activity with someone of the same gender

For the virgins, she asked b) have you ever been kissed/kissed someone else (non-familial), c) with tongue?, d) propositioned for sex or proposition someone else e) engage in any heavy petting above the waist, f) below the waist g) under the pants/in a skirt, h) did they have moral/religious objections to sex/did their parents, I) did they feel ready for sex, j) did they have a partner whom they trusted enough to have sex,

She asked both groups k) have you or would you hide sex from your parents, l) even if it were harder to get contraception or health care, m) do you know how to access these on your own.

She asked the students to give their grade and gender.

Clare released the survey online after lunch and Katie announced it as school came to a close. By the time she got home, she already had a bunch of responses. Clare decided to review all of the data at the end. She wanted to see where Degrassi was on the sex continuum.

Simpson saw the survey. It was a lot in there, but at least the paper was asking hard questions and taking a closer look. Sex would always happen, but talking about it was a nightmare, for him. He still remembered Emma's stripping at school. God she gave him a headache, and an erection.

Clare stayed in her room reading about teen pregnancy and STD rates in the area and in Canada. She wondered how Degrassi would compare.

Becky heard about the survey from her brother. "What kind of whore-school is Degrassi?"

"I think it's a good idea."

"What?"

"The survey. You can't confront problems without knowing what's going on." Becky went up to her room. She used her secret phone to text Owen. "I know we shouldn't sneak around, but I miss you too much. Will you come see me tomorrow?"

"I can do better than that. Leave your bedroom window open and lock your door after dinner."

Owen snuck into her window later that night and turned on her church music. "So your parents don't hear me," he whispered into her ear as he drew her into a kiss. The songs he played were about sin and redemption. They were in latin. Becky moaned into his mouth as he pulled her onto the bed, holding her to him as they kissed. Her hands roamed across his back, and he found her thighs again, teasing them as he sucked on her neck. Becky started to grind on his leg, slowly at first, but her hips became shameless as she couldn't control herself anymore. She held him close to avoid making too much noise, but his body on hers got her hot. He rocked her until she had an orgasm, her first one, in his arms. He could see the blush on her face, and the awe in her eyes and feel the wetness between her legs. He smiled and kissed her again before he left through the window. Becky was breathless. She needed salvation. She fell onto her bed.

Wednesday came around

Helen had invited Drew over for dinner. Since Helen's dinner with Audra helped, she thought this dinner might as well.

Drew and Clare wanted to get frisky during lunch. They went to find a dark corner, and were surprised to find it already occupied, by Sav and Ms. Oh! No less. They retreated quickly, but Ms. Oh knew she had been caught. Sav had a week off for teacher retreats, and he came to visit his love. Clare and Drew found their own spot and made out. The loss of time ended their quest for sex, temporarily. After school, Ms. Oh found Clare and begged her to stay quiet.

"I won't say anything, just return the favor if you ever find me and Drew."

"Deal."

Clare met Drew after practice and gave him a blow job before dinner. "Now be good," she told him.

"Yes, Ma'am."

They got to Clare's house. Drew brought dessert. His mom helped him make it, chocolate cake with a buttercream frosting.

They had a peaceful dinner for once. Drew told them about their season, and his desire to get recruited for either football or lacrosse. He favored both to basketball right now.

After dinner, Drew went up to Clare's room where she showed him the story she had been working on. Drew had never read her sci-fi before. It was cool.

Clare was worried he wouldn't like it. He pursed his lips as he read. "Do you hate it?"

"Of course not! It's just different than what I'm used to reading from you." He smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Clare threw a pillow at him.

Becky stayed awake half the night, staring out her window. Life had been so easy before, go to church, go to school, come home, but now that wretched Owen had to come along with his smug facial expressions and his cocky attitude and his beautiful hair, soft lips, inviting tongue and his hands, oh his hands made her feel so good. Everything she ever knew before was in doubt.

Thursday

Owen and Bianca were sitting on the steps in front of the school. Bianca and Fitz would be doubling with Becky and Owen on Saturday, when Becky's punishment came to an end. He wanted to take her somewhere fun and interesting. Bianca suggested the Indian restaurant across town. They had live music and really good curry.

Imogen and Clare sat together during lunch again. She wouldn't admit it, but she was beginning to enjoy Clare's company. She could see why Eli fell for her so hard. Drew was sitting with his teammates; tomorrow was game day.

The Friendship Club met during lunch to discuss the paper. They wanted to write on the importance of abstinence, and all of the ways that teens can have fun without being physical. Their leader lamented the fall of Clare Edwards. Her sister used to run this group, and she went from being pure and innocent to just another promiscuous teenager. Little did they realize, being a saint wasn't about sex at all. It was about how you treated other people.

After class, Clare worked on her article. She was leaving the survey open until Sunday at 5PM, so she could go over the results before her deadline. Eli went out to meet Tanya. Jenna and Connor studied together. Alli and Dave went off with each other, and Wesley got a text message. Jamie wanted to hang out after school.

Sav convinced Ms. Oh to cancel her Friday class, so they could have a long weekend together before he had to go back to school. Drew saw them as they were getting ready to leave. He smiled but said nothing. Aw! Even Ms. Oh could pay hooky like a youngin'.

Owen came to visit Becky again on Thursday night. He climbed up to her window and greeted her with a kiss. She froze at first, but then she pulled him in closer, pushing him onto the bed as she climbed on top. His hands found her ass and began to grope her. She bit his neck as she panted against his skin. He smelled so good. "Hello," he said softly. "I can see you missed me last night."

"Shut up!"

"Aw. You're blushing." She blushed more. He kissed her cheek. They talked about her day at school, her favorite class and why, biology because life is a fascinating and complex gift from God, their plans for this weekend, Becky was a bit nervous to be hanging out with Bianca and Fitz. She knew them from church, but Bianca had a wild reputation. "So do I," he added.

"But I like you. You're different underneath it all."

"So is she." Owen kissed her again. Becky again climbed on top, pushing his arms down as she began to rub against his leg. Owen liked this newly-found confidence and encouraged her to set the pace. She leaned into his chest to keep from moaning out loud as she got closer and closer to another orgasm. He gently rubbed her breasts through her sweater, teasing her nipples and cupping the sides. She bit her lip as his hands got firmer, and soon, she came again. Owen softly kissed her mouth and neck and then he went back out the window.

"Until Saturday, that is if you can wait that long."

"Shut up!"

Owen smirked as he left.

Friday

Clare promised Drew a good luck fuck before his game. She wore his favorite outfit, her school girl uniform with a shortened skirt. Drew picked the lock to Ms. Oh's classroom during lunch. He locked the door behind them and he began to ravish Clare, kissing and biting her as he got his hands on her breasts and got her shirt open. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and bit it, hard, as his fingers got into her pussy and began to probe. Clare tried not to scream, but this was pure torture, well torture with a side of ecstasy.

Clare scratched at his crotch, trying to get through his jeans to his dick, but it was hard for her to focus. Drew undid his fly after he put her on the desk and pushed himself into her. He grabbed her hips and held on tight as he plowed her. His mouth covered hers to mask her cries of pleasure and he rubbed her clit with his hand, making her cum hard before he shot his load in her. Clare's face was flush, and her eyes were big. They straightened up and went to lunch. Drew needed some fuel before his game and Clare was hungry too. Imogen saw her and winked at her, that little minx.

Jake and Katie went on a hike with Mo and Marisol after class. Jenna was with the spirit squad. Connor was reading his chess book. Clare was reading to children for community service. It was a church project, and she promised her mother she would try and be more involved. Becky was also there. She could only leave the house for church/school until Saturday. She went up to Clare. "You're friends with Owen right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I have a date tomorrow, actually it's a double date with Bianca and Fitz, and I was wondering if you could help me pick out something for it."

"Sure. When's your date?"

"Dinner's at 6:30PM."

"Okay. Let's meet at the mall at 11AM and that should give us plenty of time to get you some outfits, make-up, hair. Owen's going to love it."

Becky blushed at just the sound of his name. "Thanks."

Luke did not like that his sister was talking to Clare Edwards. He heard that she was a slut who gave it up to Drew after barely a week of being with him. She also was a part of that trashy Degrassi paper that all of the kids had been trying to get ahold of. She was not a good friend for Becky.

"Why were you talking to her?"

"What's it to you?" Becky got sick of her older brother's nosiness.