Amnesty Program Ch. 04

"Tell me," he said, drawing his finger away from her, "your best fantasy."

"No," she said, imagining the smell of dish soap and a warm, insistent presence behind her at a sudsy sink.

"Brag about me to a friend so I can hear."

"Ballsy," she said, "arrogant. Intriguing. No. Is it okay if it's Emily?"

Jason looked up at her, surprised. "I guess so."

"Okay," she said, nodding to herself. "No."

"Damn," Jason said, but he smiled. "Give me a picture of yourself that will be sexy to me, but not to anyone else."

"Look at my face." Rebecca looked into his eyes, then closed her eyes for a moment. Opened them again. I'm imagining what your cock will feel like inside me. That's what I'm thinking about right now. A picture of my face right now, while I fantasize about your cock filling my pussy. Is that the picture you want?"

Jason felt like his head was going to explode. "Exactly."

"No," she said sadly, "I'm afraid I wouldn't know how to do that."

"Liar," Jason said.

"Yes." Rebecca said back.

"Tell me in detail what your orgasms feel like."

"No!" Rebecca said, then her face broke into a huge smile. "That was all of them, wasn't it?"

"Yes..." Jason said uncertainly, "What are you smiling about?"

"I'm smiling because I was terrified that you were smart."

"Um..."

"And a smart boy would have asked for a handjob," she gushed, "and if he was really smart, he would have said where, and how, and then he would have asked for a blowjob too, since he was asking."

"Um..."

"However, you," she said, straddling his lap again and laughing, "you didn't. You didn't ask for a single thing that involves stroking your cock, or licking your cock, or sitting on your lap and mashing your cock with my pussy." She ground into him. "What was going through that dim, wonderful excuse for a brain?"

Rebecca's face was looking down at him, her hips gyrating, humping him gently through her jeans and his. Her breasts moved under her blouse with her rocking and Jason found himself unable to form a sentence. He opened his mouth, closed it.

"I figured," he said, finally, "I'd ask for things that weren't likely to happen on their own."

Rebecca stopped. She started laughing. "You're a sexual idiot savant."

"Thank you, I think," Jason said, and tipped his face up to kiss her gently on her neck.

"So," she said, "What else didn't you put on your list? What naughty requests did you leave off because you thought they'd happen anyway?"

"Well," Jason said, "I do want to bone you."

"Yess," she said, rocking against him, "and I want to be boned. I want to be everythinged."

"When?"

"Friday," she said, "will be perfect."

It was Wednesday. Jason traced his tongue along the edge of her jaw.

Rebecca sighed, enjoying his lips as they kissed the point of her chin, the hollow of her throat, the skin between her breasts. "Do you know what the best part about your list is?" she asked, as he unbuttoned the first button of her blouse.

"Yes I do," he said, "tell me anyway."

"The best part is that I don't have to wait twenty four hours..." she kissed him hard, "to get your cock..." she kissed him again, hungrily, "...in my mouth, where I want it right now."

She slid to the floor and tugged his right shoe off. She stopped and let her blouse fall off her shoulders. Her breasts hung round and perfect in front of him. She twisted gently from side to side, showing off.

"Where," she said, "do you want your cock?"

Jason was unzipping his pants, pulling them off. "I want one end of it attached to me," he gasped as her fingers curled around the silk firmness of his cock and she touched her nose playfully against the tip, "and I want the other end anywhere that makes you happy."

Rebecca licked the underside of his tip and squeezed his length with her hand. She pressed her mouth over him slowly, savoring the moment. She smiled as she watched him suck in a breath. She worked him deliciously, gently bobbing and rocking. She was tender, deliberate, happy.

"Happy!" she said, crawling up his body and kissing his lips. She shuffled her jeans off and went back down on him, held him in her mouth, feeling his pulse on her tongue.

Jason marveled, watching Rebecca. She was like a child kneeling in front of him with a toy- curious and playful. She was in no hurry. She pressed her chin just under his the crown of his cock and watched his eyes as she rocked her head gently, watching his pleasure, drawing him into her play. She wrapped him up in her hair, touched the soft skin of her cheek against his shaft, laughed.

"Do you want to play too?" she said, waggling his penis in front of her face.

"I don't think I can reach," he said, bending over at the waist, "but I'll try." Rebecca fell over laughing, watching his lips straining in vain for his own cock.

"It would be so hot if you could do that," she said, laying on the carpet, looking up at him. "I'd watch you all day long."

"You think if I could suck my own dick I'd do it all day long?" Jason snorted.

"Oh yes," Rebecca said, kneeling between his knees again, "you would. You wouldn't eat," she said, licking his shaft from his balls to the tip, "you wouldn't drink." She took him deeply and sucked hard as she pulled off of him. "You would die of starvation." She admired his cock briefly. "Ironic," she said, smiled and swallowed as much of him as she could.

Jason's laugh competed with a deep groan coming from his throat. "Hey," he said, gruffly when she pulled off of him again, gently this time, "do you know how a wireless repeater works?"

"Sure," she said, tickling his balls with her fingernails and watching his stomach muscles respond, "when a signal can't go all the way to its destination you put a repeater in the middle to boost the signal."

"Yes," he said, looking at her meaningfully, "I can't get my signal all the way to my destination."

Rebecca looked at him blankly for a moment. "So," she said slowly, "you want me to..." Her face broke into a huge smile. "This is going to be fun."

Jason took Rebecca's right hand in his. "Give me your thumb." He kissed the tip.

Rebecca giggled and kissed the tip of his cock.

Jason took her whole thumb into his mouth, tickled it with his tongue slowly. As he sucked her thumb, Rebecca did exactly the same thing to his cock. When he swirled his tongue all the way around her thumb, she matched him move for move, at almost exactly the same time.

Jason smiled. "That feels weird. It's like I'm..."

"Come on!" Rebecca said impatiently, "Do something else."

Jason took her thumb in his mouth again, bit it gently. He felt Rebecca's teeth. He pressed harder, experimentally and she followed. He ran his tongue over the tip of her thumb, tried different twisting motions, even bobbed his head a little. As long as he didn't move too fast, he could almost imagine he was sucking himself off.

He popped Rebecca's finger out of his mouth and she looked up at him, wondering.

"This feels weird," he started, "I mean, it feels good and it's fun, but I think I like to be surprised a little too. If I wanted to play with myself, I'd just, um, play with myself."

"Well, I'll be your repeater any time."

"Thanks," Jason smiled, "You want a turn?"

Rebecca considered. "Another time," she said, a hint of nervousness edging her voice. "Can you help me out with something else?"

"Anything."

"Do you think you can put the tip of your finger on my G-spot?"

Jason felt his stomach drop. "I don't know- I've only read about it." Jason paused, thinking, "Isn't it kind of on the other side of, uh, virginity?"

Rebecca grinned and stood. "That depends," she said, taking Jason's hand and leading him away from the couch, "on whether you think losing virginity is the beginning of something special or just breaking the seal on a cup of yogurt."

Jason stopped her in the middle of the hall. "It's not a seal on yogurt."

"No," she said, "it's not."

Jason led her to his room and closed the door. He kissed her, felt her take a calming breath. He smiled. "I'm nervous. I don't want to hurt you."

Rebecca unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off his shoulders. "You know what I would love?" Rebecca said, resting her cheek on his chest, "Do what you did yesterday. Use your imagination. I trust you."

"I absolutely can do that." Jason touched his finger to the back of her neck, let it follow her spine all the way down to the top of her panties. He ran his fingers lightly over her back until he felt goosebumps under his fingertips and she shuddered. He kneeled in front of her, taking the hem of her panties carefully in his fingers and pulling them off of her.

"Lie down," he said, nodding his head towards the pillow on his bed.

Rebecca wanted to bury her face in the pillow. She wanted her face both covered and uncovered. She wanted to hide and be seen. She wanted to be a mystery and be understood at the same time. She loved his scent, captured in the fabric of his bed and she did not hide. She relaxed and saw that he still stood over her next to the bed, naked. The look on his face made him beautiful to her- his admiration, his vulnerability, his tangible desire to please her. She touched his knee, all that she could touch.

His tongue in her belly button startled her and she jerked, then giggled, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Say something," she said.

"I'm going to make you come." She felt his teeth briefly on her hip, then he was gone.

He was looking at her from the foot of his bed and she saw his cock, hard, standing out, ready for something that she was disappointed she would not give him today. She spread her knees, opening to him. She felt selfish.

She widened her knees, held out her hands to him in invitation. "I wish..."

"Shh," he said, kneeling on the foot of the bed. "We don't need wishes right now."

She felt his arms curl around her thighs and she let her eyes close. She felt him brush the fine hair over her pussy with the tip of his nose. He blew softly. She heard him breathe in her scent, and the tip of his tongue made a ticklish line along the length of her pussy lips. He blew again, and chilled the places he had made wet. He kissed her, warm against her flesh, off-center, and she thought she could feel him smile against the inside of her thigh.

He softened his tongue and licked slowly, sweetly, his hands holding her hips still as her back arched in surprise, in pleasure. She tried to push herself up against his lips again, his tongue, but he held her, and licked again in his own time. Rebecca's breaths came in gasps and she squealed as she fought his grip. His tongue didn't leave her now, he flicked her clitoris, flattened her labia down one side and up the other, pushing as deep as he could, kissing her as chaste as a child one moment, then spearing her with his tongue again. She struggled against his grasp, knowing in the deep of her mind that she fought him to enjoy the losing. She loved that he never let go, never let her get away. She had his hair in a fist.

Jason held Rebecca's thighs as he enjoyed her softness and hardness, the moisture and violence against his tongue, her response to every change in tempo, to every pressure and motion. During a short lull in the storm, he let go of her thigh with his right hand and put a finger to the opening of her pussy. He licked, wide and wet for her pleasure and pressed gently into her with the tip of his finger. She went almost completely still, her fingertips resting gently on his head.

"That's perfect," she gasped, "Go ahead."

Jason zig zagged with his tongue, drawing a moan and a squeal. When he closed his mouth over her clitoris and roughed it, she shook and came, the opening of her vagina tightening in a little band around the tip of his finger. He waited for her contractions to slow and stop.

He pressed with two fingers just then, smoothly into her moisture, feeling the resistance and pushing through, wanting to stop, not stopping. As he pushed, he felt the texture of the walls of her pussy change, and he could sense the pain of it fighting with the pleasure from her body.

Rebecca let out a clenched cry. The tearing pain had been stronger than she had expected. Jason held his fingers still, buried inside her and moved his body up so he was floating over her, supported on one arm, his lips inches over hers. Her orgasm was still in her blood, flushing her face, saturating her brain. It helped with the pain.

He opened his mouth to speak, but had no words. A tear leaked from the corner of Rebecca's eye. "Kiss me," she said, bravely.

He kissed her, slipping his fingers out of her as gently as he could.

"Now," she said, her breathing slowing finally, "I'll be ready." She smiled at him weakly.

She turned onto her side and Jason curled around her on the small bed.

"Thank you," she said as he draped his arm over her waist.

Jason breathed the scent of her hair. "That's an odd thing to say."

"I know, but I'm glad it happened like this, with you."

"You're welcome then," he said, "but don't ever make me do that again."

Rebecca laughed and closed her eyes. "I promise," she said, before taking a deep breath and drifting asleep.

----

She woke ten or fifteen minutes later, Jason's arm still over her waist, his other arm cradling her head, and something bumping her bottom every few seconds. She turned her head to look at his face.

Jason had a bemused expression. "I can't make it stop," he said, "I've been trying."

Rebecca smiled and kissed him. "You don't have to make it stop." She studied his face, his dark eyes, his lips moist from her kiss. She put her hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat.

"I'd like to take a shower," she said, touching her feet to the floor, "and I'd like to take this with me." She slipped her hand around his cock and led him down the hall to the bathroom.

The water, it seemed to Jason, washed away everything- the day's disappointments and anxiety. When Rebecca touched her soapy breasts against his chest, he felt his cock jump and bump her leg. She watched it stand straight up and then trapped it between their bodies. She slid her hands behind him and cupped his ass in her hands. Jason let his fingers explore the back of her neck, her back, her ass.

"That feels nice," she purred into his chest. She went up on her tiptoes, rubbing against him, then back down, and down. She sank to her knees, Jason's cock sliding from her belly up between her breasts, to her neck, then smoothly into her mouth. She toyed with the tip of his cock briefly before enveloping him. She bobbed up and down on him and smiled around his cock as he reached for the wall for support. She had his ass in her hands, and she used the leverage to steer him, turn him where she wanted. She let him pop out of her mouth and watched his cock bob under the running water.

She looked up at him, a naughty grin on her face. She caressed her breasts as she watched his face, watched the tip of his cock darken a shade. "Are you going to come for me now?"

Jason nodded, stiffly. Rebecca watched his face as she went down on him again, sucking, licking. She could feel his legs trembling. She slipped a finger over his asshole and felt him jerk, and finally, she fucked him with her mouth, hungrily, and without mercy. She heard him grunt a moment before his cock hardened impossibly in her mouth and he came, his ass flexing under her fingers. She let his come spurt over her breasts, fascinated with his climax like the first time she had watched him. There was something beautiful about him in the throes of his orgasm, his eyes unfocused, his body strong but surrendered to her completely in the moment. He slid slowly down the wall until he was lying in the bottom of the tub, spent and panting.

Rebecca smiled and stood up over him, washed herself slowly for him, luxuriously, as he watched from the bottom of the tub.

Jason watched, water splashing in his face. She was unselfconscious, washing every curve and fold of her body, some of them gingerly. There had been a little blood at first, when they got in the shower, and he was sure there was some on his bed, but it didn't bother him at all. The fact that she didn't try to apologize for it was appealing and intimate.

"Thank you," he said up to her as she rinsed shampoo out of her hair, the foam dripping on his thighs and stomach.

"For which of my many favors are you thanking me?" she said, grinning through the wet hair hanging in her face.

Jason laughed. "For the best one," he said, and absently stroked the tip of his cock with his thumb.

"You're welcome," she said, watching his hand, watching how he touched himself. "I'm done," she said, wringing out her hair lightly, and she stepped out of the tub and reached for a towel.

When Jason came into his room a few minutes later, his hair wet and standing on end, Rebecca was standing in the middle of his room wearing another pair of his boxers. Her breasts were uncovered, and she was engrossed in one of his books on robotics.

"Look at this," she said, turning the book half towards him. "There's a whole chapter on screw theory."

"I used to masturbate to that chapter," Jason said offhand, dropping his towel and picking a pair of boxers out of his drawer. He saw that she had left her panties in his drawer again. He liked this tradition. He looked up and Rebecca was staring at him blankly. "Shit," he said, "sorry- you're actually interested in screw theory. I thought you were making a joke."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "I just didn't realize the math gets complex really fast when you start layering these systems on top of each other." She sat on the floor, leaning against his bed, and went back to the book. Jason sat next to her and they talked for the next two hours, starting with robotics and skipping to space travel, science fiction, chemistry, pharmaceutical research, oncology. She tried on all of his t-shirts as they talked. She settled on the one that said "If you're not part of the solution, you're the precipitate." He wanted to build something. She wanted to save someone's life. Lots of people's lives. They touched briefly on nanotechnology and ended up racing each other to the kitchen for leftover oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.

"This could end up being the cure for cancer someday," Jason said through a mouthful of cookie. "Nanotech embedded in food. A lot easier than chemotherapy."

"As long as it takes out the tumor and not, say, your gall bladder."

"Baby steps," he said, taking out all the makings for ham and cheese sandwiches. He was hungry. As they finished lunch, he heard his laptop bing with an email in his room. He went and got the laptop, brought it back to where Rebecca was fingering chip crumbs out of an empty bag.

"It's the professors," he said, surprised at how his mood turned hostile when he thought of the morning's bait and switch.

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Jason,

I hope today's task is proving to be instructional. Some lessons are best learned in the fires of adversity.

We're giving you tomorrow's task early because it may take some discussion and planning.

Because jobs in the sciences require breakthroughs, and breakthroughs require original thought, it is necessary sometimes for the successful person to break rules that shackle progress to long-standing habit. Your task is to break a rule. Any rule. You have complete freedom in how you choose to do this, only keep in mind that while as heads of department we have some influence in mitigating the discipline of wayward students within the boundaries of the university campus, we are unable to intervene in matters of the law. Try to find a task whose consequences you are willing and able to accept.

Professor Suarez has added a further incentive to this task. If you allow yourselves to be caught by some authority, we will give you a nonmaterial reward of your choosing within reason. I agree that this is a valuable incentive. While the fear of being caught keeps honest people in line, it is precisely "out of line" that creates the atmosphere necessary for creative breakthrough. We think that having been caught will provide a much more realistic risk framework for your lives. The unknown results of getting caught are much worse in imagination than the actual results of getting caught. This is why troublemakers are difficult to deter with the simple threat of discovery. They know that getting caught carries no terror. This experience will, if you are successful, put your first brush with actual authorities in its proper perspective.