Mark’s mind was wandering again - baseball was a lot more on his mind than eleventh-grade General Science, about which Miss Fawn was going on and on. She was caught up with the light refraction and photosynthesis, and try as he might, Mark could not push out his opportunity to play ball tonight in favor of General Science.

He let his eyes wander and noticed that Robert was rubbing his pants leg. Mark could see that Robert had an erection and, in effect, was masturbating in class! That was disgusting.

Although Mark was certainly an average 11th grader, he had some strong views.

He liked MTV, skateboarding, baseball, and music videos. But Mark was also different in some ways. For example, and surprisingly given his age, Mark held rather conservative political views. He felt strongly about injustice and hunger and did his best to keep up with world happenings.

Physically, Mark was short for his age, about 4’ 3”, and slender of build. He had blue eyes and longish blonde hair. He really did enjoy math and hoped to study computer programming in college. His intellectual interests might have pegged him as a bit of a nerd, as would his physical appearance. At least he didn’t need to wear glasses and never envied the taller, stronger kids around him.

Mark glanced at Robert, the class masturbator, and his face took on a look of disgust again. He didn’t really know Robert enough to dislike him, but Robert had been unkindly and distastefully nicknamed “Bobby The Boner” by all of the other kids, and Mark suspected that Robert felt himself in his other classes too.

He was glad that he only had one class with him. But even so, his disgust turned him to thinking about his own lack of interest in sex and his straight-laced morals, which he rarely discussed. Although he was proud of both qualities. Other kids could risk their necks beating their meat in class like Robert or screw around until they had the nerve to be shocked when V.D. or pregnancy resulted, or suffer the heartaches and hard-ons that Mark was immune to. Not Mark! He knew better.

Mark wasn’t religious. His parents were Catholic, but Mark had decided a year earlier that he was agnostic. Religious or not, he believed that sex was only for marriage and intended to remain a virgin until then. Not that he was asexual or a prude. He could laugh at a dirty joke or take interest if he caught a glimpse of a Playboy magazine photo.

But he always avoided the lame discussions of penis size or “who’s still a virgin” that would happen among his friends in the gym locker room. The subject of his personal values was never broached unless someone offered him a condom and dared him to use it or asked him why he hadn’t been laid yet. Better to be thought of as a nerd than as a total dweeb!

The teacher’s lecture went on. Mark found his attention shifting between the masturbator, taking notes, and the clock above the blackboard, which then said 11:45. The remaining 15 minutes went by too slow for Mark. He was anxious, and when the bell rang, he quickly stood up, packed his notes and book into his school bag, and walked out.

After he put his bag into his locker, he walked towards the West end of the school, where there was a concrete stairway, which led down in a northerly direction to the nearby senior high, where most of his schoolmates would end up after they passed the 9th grade. Everybody else was having lunch, but Mark wasn’t hungry.

“Maybe she’ll be there,” he thought to himself. It was a visit, which he had put off for the first two weeks of school.

The friendship started last month during the winter quarter, when Mark decided on a curious impulse to visit the senior high just to check it out. As soon as he stepped onto the lawn, he saw her. She was about 5’ 9”, had jet-black curly hair, a light complexion, green eyes, and a nice build. She wore a pink turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and sneakers with white socks. He might have just passed by her.

She had looked at him, crinkled a bright sunny smile, and said, “Hi, I’m Joanni McClennon!”

“I’m Mark Wilson,” he almost stammered, really unsure of how to respond. He had no experience here.

Joanni’s eyes darted up to the junior high, then back to Mark. “You came down from there?” she asked, smiling.

“Yes,” Mark replied. “I just thought I’d come down and check things out.”

Mark and Joanni sat down on the grass and talked until 1:00 in the afternoon, when they both had to get back to their classes. “Damn, look at the time,” Joanni said with a start. “Gotta get back, Mark.” She reached out with her right hand and gave Mark a tickle on the nose.

Mark smiled as she turned and walked back to school.

His face tingled with the tickle she gave him. He sighed with satisfaction and walked briskly back upstairs to his own school.

That was their first meeting. After that, Mark made a point of going down there at least 3 times a week. Mark didn’t exactly consider her a girlfriend. He wasn’t looking for one. Most of the girls in his school were too immature for his own tastes. And ... Mark knew that the age difference between himself and Joanni precluded that kind of relationship.

He was only three days past his 18th birthday when they met, and she had turned 18 a month before in January. Still, she was very attractive and sweet-natured. Mark remembered the titillation that he felt from his first nose tickle. He LOVED the way her face dimpled when she flashed one of her sunny smiles at him when they met. Sometimes when she was eating a bag of French fries or potato chips, she would share them.

Although Mark was 5 grade levels below her, he was knowledgeable enough about current events, local happenings, and general pop culture to keep his end of their conversations going. She always took an interest in what Mark had to say, and they always enjoyed each other’s company.

It had been a month and a half since Mark had seen Joanni. Now he had a new schedule, but by now he felt comfortable with it. He headed on toward his school toward the high school. When Mark reached the west end of the school, he turned and started to walk down the concrete stairs, which led to the senior high.

He remembered his last visit as being just as pleasant as the others. He had told Joanni that he wanted to major in computer programming when he reached college. She wanted to be a writer. Mark remembered that Joanni said she wanted to have a family someday. He thought that she would probably be a good mother too.

Mark recalled the day when one of the female hall monitors brought her newborn baby to the high school. It was her day off, so she just wanted to show her baby to her co-workers. Joanni was with Mark, and he remembered how gently she held the baby when the mother let her do so, and how quietly the baby napped in her arms. He recalled that when she returned the infant girl to her mother, and they walked off, Joanni nodded her head thoughtfully and said “I want a baby so much...” in a quiet voice.

There were people walking in both directions of the stairway, and Mark didn’t want to run down while he was daydreaming about the recent past, so he walked casually. The last thing he needed was to fall and break his face or cause someone else to do the same.

As he drew closer to the end of the stairway, he felt the unfamiliar dull ache in his crotch, partial due to the snug fit of his jeans, but the feeling that always seemed to come with his growing anticipation about seeing Joanni again. He took the last step off of the stairway and walked towards the lawn. In only 10 seconds, he saw her from behind.

“Joanni?” Mark called. She turned around. Mark saw her face and realized that he’d addressed the right person. “Hi Mark!” she cheerfully responded.

Joanni was wearing a pink silk skirt that came down to just below her knees and a brown leather pair of casual women’s shoes. The kind that show the instep of the foot down to where the cleavage of the toes begins. She wasn’t wearing any socks. They walked towards each other on the lawn and met halfway. Joanni held out both her hands, and Mark took them into his own. “How are you doing? How have you been?” she asked.

“Fine, and you?” he answered.

“Oh, the break was just great. So were my grades. 3 A’s and 1 B.” she replied.

“That’s GREAT!!!” said Mark. “My grades weren’t quite that good, but almost.”

After a few more words, Joanni retracted her hands and slipped off her shoes. Holding them with the fingers of her left hand, she re-offered Mark her right hand, and the friendly exchange continued with talk of each other’s classes, schedule, and generally things that happened over the school break.

As they were standing on the grass, Joanni maneuvered over to Mark’s left side, her right hand clasped in his left. Mark glanced down at her feet. It always amused him how casual women were with their feet. It seemed that they went barefoot or wore sandals more often than males.

Sometimes Mark would see his mother use her toes to play with the telephone cord while she was on the phone or see a girl at school wiggle a pencil between her toes while studying between classes. It seemed like a feminine thing to do. Of course, it was a hot day, and Joanni’s feet were pretty! Mark always liked seeing them and hoped he could find some excuse to touch them.

Joanni placed one foot forward, and slowly they both started walking side by side on the grass. They were both happy, enjoying being with each other and chatting about almost anything. Mark, who still didn’t have any real romantic designs on Joanni, had almost forgotten the age difference. She made that easy.

Joanni liked Mark too. He was a smart, likable man, always courteous and good-humored. Qualities that she’d like her children to have when she had them. Although ... personality traits aren’t genetic (as far as Joanni knew), and intelligence was only partly genetic. So were good looks! Joanni let Mark know on occasion that he had both.

They only saw each other during the 12:00 to 1:00 lunch break, but on some days she’d helped him with his math homework. Mostly, Mark needed the reassurance she gave him, especially before a 1:00 math test. He was also a bit modest about his looks, and one day during a conversation he said, “I’m such a nerd ... Even some of the girls at my school are taller than me.”

She responded by saying, “Mark ... That doesn’t matter! I think you’re a very sweet boy. You’re smart, nice-looking ... And someday when someone special enters your life, I bet you’ll make some nice lady very happy!”

Her accolades were sincere and not made to dissuade any sexual intentions on his part. She knew that neither wanted the other in that way. Platonic though it was, both found their friendship to be mutually satisfying and very genuine.

But Joanni’s resolve was also genuine. She would soon graduate, move into her own place, and start college. Long before leaving college, she would enter the real world of having to make decisions. She’d have to be strong for them. Such as the decision she’d pondered over the school break. A decision whereby one person would serve a brief role that meant lifelong fulfillment for another. And ... she was right! Mark WOULD someday make a lady VERY happy!

She was not sure that Mark was capable of it though. His slender build - the fact that he never seemed to look at her the way some of the senior boys did, that disgusting leer that seemed to undress her with their eyes. She wanted no part of them. What she had in mind would be for HER, not a quick satisfaction for some...

Could he? Was he maybe gay? She knew a junior boy who had features like Mark, and he was gay? Did looks have anything to do with it? Or was he developed enough? She had no clue. She’d glanced at him when they held hands and had never noticed a swelling in his crotch.

Joanni had no boyfriend at present. She’d been friends with the junior boy. He was one of the nicest boys at the school, but he was gay, and they were just friends. There were other boys at the school. The geeks and nerds, as they were so dubbed by the so-called “cool crowd” (or cruel crowd) because of their lack of interest in drinking and sexing it up. They were okay, but they seemed to show an equal lack of interest in Joanni. The rest of the boys were the cool crowd. That motley crew of juvies, punks, and jocks who considered sex to be a conquest; a piece of ass was a merit badge to them.

For all their promiscuity and the “no means yes” attitude that dominated their thinking, Joanni would NEVER put her body or mind at risk with any of them. Indeed, there was much to be said for virginity. But ... it was a mixed blessing that protected one from misfortune and denied one the rewards that could only come with its termination with the right person, in the right place, and at the right time.

As they walked along the grass, they passed by the concrete path, which divided one part of the lawn from another. They were walking towards the high school gym. They were still reminiscing about the events of last quarter when, midway along the second patch of grass, Joanni stopped.

“Mark, let’s go in the gym and get out of the hot sun.”

“Sure,” Mark cheerfully agreed, although a bit puzzled. The gym had two turquoise-colored doors. Not the regular kind that you see on a house, of course. The kind that you had to open by pushing a metal bar. Two brick and concrete steps led up to them. One of the doors was open. Mark would’ve thought that those brick and concrete steps would be BAKING HOT from the sun, but Joanni had no trouble walking up them in her bare feet.

The gym’s interior seemed dim, probably because their eyes needed to adjust to being out of the sun, which at this time was the only light source for its interior, shining through its cloudy windows and mostly through the open door. There was a huge mat spread out on the floor from a wrestling match that was held the other day. It was probably a welcome change for Joanni’s feet.

They were still holding hands and talking about silly things that kids can spend hours yakking about that come from enjoying each other. They stepped on the mat and kept walking towards the back end of the gym.

About three-fourths of the way across the mat, Joanni stopped.

“Mark, do you know any Judo?”

“Geez, no? Do you?” His reply was one of awe and respect.

“Well, here we are on this great mat, and no one’s around. Let me show you some basic moves.”

She dropped her shoes and stood very close to Mark. “First thing you need to do is learn how to fall. Here, let’s get your shirt and shoes off,” she said.

Joanni reached down and took Mark’s shirt from the bottom and began lifting it over him. Automatically, he raised his arms just as he used to do when his mother dressed him. Joanni tossed his shirt aside, and Mark kicked off his own shoes.

“God, let this work! This has to be done right,” she thought nervously.

“I’ll throw you first on your back and try to pin you. Don’t try to avoid me,” she said. Joanni put her left hand on Mark’s right shoulder and took his left wrist in her right hand. When she touched him, Mark felt a tingle run down his spine, and the ache in his crotch increased just a bit.

Suddenly, Joanni flipped him on his back! He hit hard, and the breath was knocked out of him. He felt momentarily paralyzed. Joanni executed some moves with lightning speed. She pounced on Mark, sitting astride him and pinned him to the mat with her left hand at his throat. He was helpless to respond.

Mark was stunned! His face was numb, and he was dazed. He fluttered his eyes a couple of times. Had he been a fully conscious observer of this event, he would’ve thought that the recipient would see stars, but each blink of his eyes produced what looked like an afterimage of Joanni’s toes peeking just above his visual horizon. Mark wasn’t sure, but he thought that it was because she stood up and nudged his chin with the heel of her right foot. To see if he was conscious perhaps?

He wasn’t hurt physically by what had occurred since the mat had cushioned the back of his head from any serious injury. Mark was stunned not only with the speed of what happened and the fact that Joanni had such skill, but the impact also carried with it a kind of sexual shock which basically resulted from his unexpected contact with something he found titillating.

There were indeed worse sensations that could accompany being assaulted. If pleasure were the right word for the sensation, then for Mark it was only a small fraction of untried pleasures that he’d never have bargained for.

Joanni stood over him for a second, with her feet on each side of his pelvis. She reached back and took hold firmly of Mark’s crotch. Mark knew he could not fight back when he was held that way. She had a firm grip on his testicles, and he had enough experience to know how much being hit there would hurt.

Joanni not only held on to Mark’s crotch but began to work her hand there. She was exploring Mark’s equipment. Her earlier anxieties were partly relieved, for Mark was 18, but he did have a penis of reasonable size, and it was responding to her ministrations.

Joanni suddenly released Mark’s throat, raised up on her knees, and in a flash slipped off her panties and tossed them onto her shoes. She dropped right back on top of Mark and grabbed him in the crotch again. Then, by letting her feet slide in opposite directions away from each side of Mark’s pelvis, she lowered herself to sit astride him just below his groin. She then curled her legs and feet back, hooking the instep and toes of each foot into the inner thigh of each of Mark’s legs and pinned his wrists to his sides with her knees.

Through half-lidded eyes, Mark could see Joanni straddling his waist. As far as he could tell, her face was expressionless. She wasn’t even looking at him. Her attention was focused on her lap. She pulled her skirt away from Mark’s crotch. Mark was still gasping for breath and paralyzed. “What’s she doing?” he mused, even when he felt her hand at his waist unbuttoning his pants, running down his zipper, and sliding into his warm underwear.

Joanni’s hand now was inside his briefs and massaging his penis, which was semi-erect. Her hand explored all the parts, running along his penis and around it— touching the head, then underneath it, and down to his scrotum.

Joanni used deft and nimble manipulations that alternated between two methods. First, by holding his semi-hard penis like a garden hose and rubbing along its length, sometimes rubbing with just her thumb. Then, by squeezing and massaging his testicles. During her manual efforts, her demeanor remained impassive, as if she were just washing dishes. Mark would’ve thought that she’d be really worried that someone would come in and see them.

Mark tried to speak. “Wa--ya--Doin?” he heard himself say in a slurred whisper. His head was still spinning. No response.

Joanni was still occupied only with her activities, apparently undaunted by the possibility of being caught or by Mark’s attempted speech and continuing penile flaccidity. It was the latter that she was working against. She wanted ... needed for him to have an erection.

Mark’s head was clearing. Slowly, like a wisp of smoke rising from a newly extinguished fire, his consciousness was clearing -- just enough now for him to start asking himself why she was doing this. His being nonplussed was diverted, however, by his growing awareness of what was happening to him between his legs; his penis was beginning to expand.

“Why is she doing this?” Mark puzzled. He couldn’t believe the situation he was in. He’d been deviously led to a secluded spot, assaulted, restrained, partially disrobed, and his privates subjected to the unwanted touch of his partially nude assailant. If Joanni was trying to embarrass him, she’d need an audience, or at least a camera. This wasn’t like having his trunks pulled off in the swimming pool or being pushed out of the locker room naked. They were alone with each other, and she was more preoccupied with fondling than looking.

“Is she just feeling me out?” He thought. A sudden jolt of understanding came as Mark realized he was becoming erect. “She’s trying to make me hard! SHE’S GONNA SCREW ME!!!”

Despite being a virgin, Mark knew what sex was. He knew what rape was too. Mark had never remotely considered rape as an acceptable act under any conditions. He’d always thought it was something which some adult men did to adult women.

From what he recalled from many TV talk shows about rape, the violence/power aspect of their motives, and his mom’s occasional warnings about child molesters, he’d always pictured such persons as being grimy-looking alley dwellers in trench coats. The thought of being raped at this age by an attractive adult female NEVER occurred to him, and however chauvinistic it was, he found the concept utterly alien and infuriating!

Mark had to do something. His penis was lengthening and hardening in Joanni’s hand. If she was going to do what he had realized she would soon force him inside her, claiming his virginity and whatever else came with it.

“LET ME GO!” Mark hissed, quietly but with a venom that surprised even him. His voice was coming back now. Joanni’s eyes were diverted only for an instant. No use! They were away from the open door, and people outside were making too much noise to hear him. Mark tried to move his legs and wrists without any success. Her legs were implacable.

Mark could feel his heart pounding now. He could feel the blood pulsing into his penis as it continued to respond to the erotically ticklish massaging that Joanni employed. He tried to WILL the erection from his organ, but to no avail. Mark was dismayed and further infuriated that his penis would fail to obey. Worst of all, he could feel himself physically enjoying it. That he, or any part of him, could derive ANY pleasure from being intruded upon. His member throbbed and pulsed unabated. What had been like a handful of wet noodles now had the texture of a rubber hose, and would soon have the hardness of a broom handle.

Until now, Mark’s penis had been Joanni’s sole focus. Her attention to it along with its refusal to soften at Mark’s desperate will were as if it was a separate entity. Now it was finally bloated, more so than it had ever been. A fat, moist sausage engorged with blood and infused with the sweet pleasure that it had received from Joanni’s hand. And it was ready to answer her needs. She released his penis and shifted her position by rising on her knees, maintaining her tight grip on Mark’s waist and thighs. She raised the front of her skirt with her left hand, giving Mark a brief but clear view of her sex.

Joanni pressed the thumb of her right hand at the base of Mark’s penis on his pubic region to make it stand upright. Then, moving her pelvis forward so that her vagina came just above him, she lowered and impaled herself on his member. She then brought her knees forward and re-asserted her grip on his body.