Amnesty Program

"You're better than my imagination," Jason said, pumping faster.

"Yeah? Did you imagine this?" Rebecca stood up and pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She looked Jason in the eye as she sat again, her knees apart and the dress dropping down between her legs.

"Oh lord..." Jason didn't want this to end, but he wasn't going to make it much longer.

She put her right hand on her knee and pulled her skirt up a little. She slid her hand under her skirt, and Jason didn't need to see exactly what was happening to know what she was doing. He could see the slow movement of her hand under the yellow fabric, bumping and circling. Rebecca's breaths became deeper. Her eyes were on his dick now, watching him jerking off for her.

"I can't...," he gasped, "I'm going to..." The first jet of cum shot straight into the air between them. He pumped jet after jet, not caring that it landed on his pants, his legs, his stomach, her white canvas shoe.

Rebecca watched, fascinated as Jason came. She loved watching his hand, so fast just a moment ago, slow down and eventually stop. His dick was already laying down, softening. He let his head fall back on the couch, breathing heavily.

"That was amazing. So sexy... I think I need a second go today." Rebecca slid forward a little on her chair. "Do you want to watch or should I go in another room?"

"I want to watch!" Jason answered so quickly Rebecca giggled. He was slouched on the couch, his pants still around his knees. His breathing was returning to normal.

"Well good then." She kicked off her shoes. "I need a little help."

One at a time, she lifted her feet and rested them on Jason's knees. "That's better." She slipped her left hand under her skirt.

Suddenly the door of the apartment flew open and a tall, curly haired girl burst in, carrying a good camera "You won't believe this, Rebecca. He said not to bring the polarizer and now

the sun's out and he yelled at me because I left it here... oh shit."

She was halfway to the hall when she saw Jason with Rebecca's feet on his knees. She ran into the wall, then ran to her room.

Rebecca's eyes widened and she tore her hand out from under her dress. She saw a look of terror on Jason's face for a moment before he started scrambling to get his pants up.

"It's okay," Rebecca yelled toward the back of the apartment as Jason fumbled with his zipper, "We're doing homework!" Then she turned to Jason. "That's Emily, my roommate."

"Can I come out?" Emily's voice came out from the hallway.

Jason was standing, put together, more or less. Rebecca was standing too, her face burning. "Okay."

Emily walked into the room slowly.

Rebecca broke the silence. "Emily, this is Jason, my, uh, lab partner."

Emily looked at him.

Jason shrugged. "We're in an experimental program... and, uh, we were..."

Emily raised an eyebrow, "...experimenting?"

"Sorry, Emily- you're just always gone and I never imagined..."

Emily put her hands on her hips. "And you never ever have boys here," a grin played around the corners of her mouth, "so I'm just going to go back to my class and you can finish your... experiment." She disappeared through the door, but she flashed Rebecca a huge smile first and pointed at her panties on the floor.

When the door closed, Rebecca picked up the panties, threw them on the floor again. "Damn! I've never gotten caught and she had to walk in and ruin everything! How embarrassing!" She sat at the little kitchen table and hid her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry. I feel bad for you too- I mean, you were kind of out there when she walked in..."

Jason sat down across the table from her. "I think I'm going to survive. My mom caught me once. That's how I learned not to wear headphones during 'private time.'"

Rebecca laughed a little. "That would be the worst. What did she do?"

"I only remember an extremely long and embarrassing talk about my 'changing body' and responsibility and hygiene. She kept saying 'private time.' I still had the headphones around my neck the whole time she was talking. I wanted to die."

"So, are you scarred for life?" Rebecca looked across the table at Jason's face. He was still a little red around his cheeks, but he was smiling at her.

"Absolutely. So..." he folded his hands on the table, "...it couldn't do any further damage to try to salvage the experiment. What do you think?"

"Really? I'm kind of not... I mean, you know."

Jason reached across the table and took her hand. "Okay. Let's just talk about it."

Rebecca thought a moment. "Was that typical 'private time' for you? I mean other than the fact that I was there and you ended up getting caught by a strange girl literally with your pants down?"

Jason laughed and shook his head, "It was a lot... shorter than usual."

"So I helped?"

"Hell yes. I almost came as soon as you walked out in that dress. I was struggling to hold back the whole time."

"I felt like I couldn't do anything wrong, that anything I did would please you." Rebecca leaned forward and her dress fell away from her a little. Jason's eyes flickered to her cleavage and back to her face. She pressed her dress back modestly.

"You were spectacular. Can I ask why you just did that? You covered yourself as soon as I looked at you."

Rebecca shrugged. "Habit, I guess. It's what I'm supposed to do."

"You're beautiful. I like looking at you."

Rebecca leaned forward again and looked into Jason's eyes as her dress fell away. She watched his eyes shift down to her chest. She knew she wasn't even really being indecent, but she was surprised to feel excited to have him looking at her like that, appreciating her. She could feel her nipples starting to harden again.

"Isn't that getting cold?" Rebecca pointed at Jason's shirt.

Jason looked down at the wet spot where his semen was soaking his shirt. "Oh wow- I didn't have time when Emily walked in- just panicked."

"You can't wear it like that," she said, smiling, "I think you should take it off."

Jason shrugged and took his shirt off.

"I like looking at you too. Do you work out?"

"No- just basketball with the guys on my street."

"Well then, thank you basketball." Rebecca stood and took his shirt. "Anything else?"

"It sort of got everywhere..."

"I'll wash anything you're willing to give me."

Jason stood and looked down at himself. There were wet spots all down the left leg of his jeans. He took them off and handed them to Rebecca. He followed her gaze to the soaked spots on his boxers. "It's okay," she said, "I'm a professional."

"You've never done this before in your life," Jason said, tugging his boxers off anyway.

"I have a very vivid imagination," she said, taking his underwear, "but I have to say, seeing your cock is having dramatic effects." She pushed her chest out a little to show him her nipples through the thin yellow fabric. She picked up her panties and bra. "You don't mind if I throw these in with your load, do you?" She didn't wait for an answer.

Jason stood by the table, naked, and watched Rebecca put their clothes in the hall washer. She saw him watching her and smiled, deliberately raised his wadded shirt and sniffed it lightly, then threw it in the washer and hit the button.

"I have my gym clothes in my backpack..."

"That would be a shame. I thought maybe you could help me now. I'm starting to feel all experimental again."

"Um, sure. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to sit there on the chair where I was sitting. I'll sit on the couch. You tell me what to do."

"Tell you? Anything?" Jason moved to the chair and sat.

"Anything... pretty much anything. I trust you." Rebecca sat in front of him on the couch, her knees together like before, looking prim with her hands folded on her lap.

Jason didn't know what to do with his hands. He didn't have pockets, and he thought hiding his cock wasn't in the spirit of the thing. He put his hands awkwardly on his thighs. He got an idea.

"Lick your right pinkie finger."

Rebecca smiled as she made a show of licking her finger. "What do I do with it now?"

"Put it in your ear."

"What? No!"

"So much for 'anything'..."

"Okay, fine." Rebecca stuck her pinkie in her ear, grimaced at the cold slipperiness. "But I'm going to make you pay for that."

"Good. I want you to keep score. Then you'll know what I owe you."

Rebecca crossed her arms. "Fine. I will. So any more juvenile stunts?"

"No. I want you to describe your breasts to me. Tell me you what you like about them, what you feel like when I look at them, what is the best thing about them."

"I'm always trying to hide them because I want the first thing people notice about me to be my mind. Especially at school. It's strange that I hide them because I really think they're pretty. They're creamy white and I have little pink nipples that get hard easily when I touch them or when I'm excited. Like when you were looking at me earlier. It was almost like you were touching me. You're doing it right now..."

"I think you shouldn't hide them anymore. Tell me what feels good."

"I like pushing them together with my hands, pinching my nipples, pulling them."

"I want to see them now."

Rebecca slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pushed it down. Jason was struck with the shape of her breasts- better than she had described. "They're absolutely perfect," he breathed.

"Thank you," she said, absently dragging her nails lightly across the bottom of her left breast, "they make me happy, mostly."

"When you masturbate do you start with your breasts?"

"Not usually."

Jason was aware that his dick was pointing at the ceiling again. "Tell me how you start."

"I start rubbing the outside of my pussy lightly. Back and forth, up and down, in circles. After that it's whatever feels good. Pushing my fingers inside myself, tickling my button. That's when my other hand usually finds my nipple to tease." Rebecca watched the tip of Jason's cock twitch with his heartbeat. "I'd like to show you."

"All right. I want to sit next to you. Is it okay if I touch you?"

Rebecca nodded. She let her hand slip under her dress as Jason sat next to her. The nearness of his body started a sweet feeling all through her body. She was fascinated with the tip of his cock- it was so expressive, it seemed to respond immediately to everything that was going on between them. She fiddled and rubbed, tickled herself into a building arousal for several minutes. Her eyes never left his cock.

"Close your eyes now," Jason said, quietly.

She closed her eyes, although she wanted to watch him. Her breathing sped up. "When are you going to touch me?" she whispered. Her breasts were aching for attention, and she was waiting for him. Turning towards him.

"Soon," Jason said, "very soon."

Rebecca's fingers were flying under her skirt, her breath starting to come in gasps when she felt Jason's lips brush her own, lightly. She opened her eyes in surprise.

"Eyes closed," he said, his lips barely touching hers, "and don't stop."

She closed her eyes and moaned, pushed forward, looking for him again and he pressed his lips against hers, firmly. She felt a jolt through her body. Her free hand came up and pulled Jason's head firmly into the kiss. She needed to breathe, but she needed the kiss more, and when he turned his head a little, she finally sucked in a huge breath and came hard, suddenly, with her teeth clenched and squealing. Her hand's frantic dance peaked, then slowed down, and she gasped for air as she found Jason's eyes watching her face with a look of wonder, astonishment. She smiled, weakly, through the weight of her breathing.

"That was my first kiss," he said, almost shyly.

"Mine too," she said, resting her head against his shoulder, "you know, besides..."

Jason smiled. "Besides?"

"My cousin, a long time ago." Rebecca blew her hair out of her face. "And let me tell you, he didn't make me come."

"I wasn't counting cousins," Jason said, his eyes twinkling. "Was that typical 'private time' for you?"

She laughed. "I wish! I came so hard- couldn't you tell?"

"It looked completely amazing. You were stunning. Beautiful. I'm never going to forget that."

"I was really disappointed when you told me to close my eyes. I was having such fun looking at your cock. I wanted to feel it twitching in my hand, but you didn't tell me to..."

"You can now, if you want to."

Rebecca's face broke into a huge smile. She stood up and straddled Jason's lap. She sat down. The edge of her dress settled over the top of his cock where it made a little yellow tent. Jason found himself suddenly with his nose just a few inches from her breasts.

Rebecca slipped her hand around his cock and squeezed. "Can I make you come again?"

"I'm sure you can..." he groaned.

"I like your cock- it's so velvety firm and smooth." She pumped it up and down experimentally. "Am I doing it right?"

"Yesss." Jason squirmed. Her breasts were bouncing lightly in time with her hand. He could see a very light dusting of freckles on their smooth tops.

"Oh, I have an idea!" still gripping his erection with one hand, Rebecca licked her pinkie finger, then she stuck it in his ear.

"Hey!" Jason twitched his head. "I... shit. I deserved that."

"Look- it got a little softer," Rebecca wiggled his dick around in her hand. "Now why haven't you grabbed my breasts yet? I know you want to, and I really want you to."

Jason placed his palms directly over Rebecca's nipples and cupped her breasts, lifting, feeling her fill his hands.

"Yep," she said, "it's totally hard again. And that feels really nice." She looked into Jason's eyes and he tore his eyes away from her breasts to look back at her. "I really love your cock. I want to do all sorts of things with it, but not today, okay?"

"Not today?"

Rebecca laughed. "I mean, of course I'm going jerk you off until you squirt all over my dress," she said, mischievously, "but other things have to wait..." she leaned forward so her lips were against his ear, "...until after I get a prescription from my doctor." She thought it was amazing that his cock could get any harder in her hand, but that's what it was doing as what she whispered registered with Jason's clouded brain. She started pumping in earnest, trying to remember how he had done it. His hands were so much bigger than hers. She wrapped both hands around his erection and went at it like her life depended on it.

Jason's mind blurred. He felt her nipples, hard under his palms, but he couldn't think what to do with them other than enjoy their weight and softness. Rebecca's hands on his cock dominated all of his senses. She was bringing him close already.

Rebecca loved the power she felt, making Jason respond so completely to her touch. She decided to change something. She kept pumping with her left hand and reached down with her right to feel his balls with her right. She felt a sudden contraction in her right hand, then Jason came, spurting on her stomach, her hands, and her dress.

She slowed down, leaned forward and gave him a kiss before letting go of his cock.

Jason was still catching his breath. "That was incredible! You really are ambidextrous, and you have very good fingers."

Rebecca smiled and looked down at herself. "I managed to get it all on me this time." She stood and pulled her dress completely off, wadded it up and wiped the come off of her stomach. "I'm just going to add this to the washer. You'd better get your gym clothes on. Emily's going to be home in four minutes."

Jason watched her nude bottom as she walked down the hall to the washing machine. He started pulling on his gym shorts. "You said she's never home- how do you know she's going to come home now?"

Rebecca walked away down the hall to her room. She called out, "Her class ended seven minutes ago. It takes her eleven minutes to get here when she's hurrying. I think she's going to be hurrying today."

"Why?" Jason was pulling his shirt on.

"She wants to catch us again." Rebecca came out of her room wearing a green sun dress, the same cut as the yellow one in the washer. "She can catch us writing our journal for the professors."

"What are we going to tell them?"

"The truth.""

Jason pulled his laptop out of his backpack.