The Newest Generation Pt. 02

I just smiled and looked at Jane, seeing a slight nod, I took a breath. "I'm a late bloomer," I said.

Nancy just cocked an eyebrow, "what do you mean late bloomer? You've already got tits," she giggled as Greg just sighed with a smile.

"No..." I paused, "but now I have a dick as well."

Nancy and Greg both gasped, staring in shock, before Greg opened his mouth. "You're a futa?"

I just nodded. "And I'm already paired with Jane."

Mary paused in her shading to look up at us for a moment, before going back to her drawing. She was quiet at the best of times. But I knew from experience she had a short temper and wasn't afraid of telling people how she felt, so I took her silence as a win and left it at that.

And just on time, the bell rang.

"Alright, I've got advanced health," Jane said, leaning over and giving me a soft kiss.

I just smiled and nodded. "I'll see you later."

Jane smiled, "remember to message if you need anything. We're on slightly different rules."

I nodded and got up, oblivious to Mary's conflicted expression. Let alone Nancy's blatant stare since we kissed in front of her. But I did hear the soft mumble she said slightly too loud to Greg.

"Fuck they're got together."

I just grinned and headed for my Biology class. Only, as I was walking, my phone buzzed. Taking it out, it was a notification saying I needed to see Grace and I'd been excused from Biology. So, with a shrug of my shoulders I changed direction. Heading straight for the office, Margaret was smiling like usual.

"Morning," I smiled back.

"Head on in, she's waiting for you," Margaret said with a dainty wave.

Heading over to the door, I knocked quickly and opened it. Grace was sitting behind her desk, reading something on her computer.

"Ah, good morning Amber," she said with a friendly smile. "I heard you had an interesting evening."

I just sighed, remembering it. "Yeah, you could say that," I mumbled.

"She's full of shit, by the way," Grace said evenly. I didn't need a degree to know what she was talking about, but I was curious who told her. "The organisation has its feelers everywhere. Five minutes after that bitch walked out of the restaurant, I had an email with a transcription of everything she said."

"Creepy," I muttered.

Grace just shrugged. "You get used to it. Considering the value futa's have to society and the obvious bias that lingers, the organisation puts a lot of resources into information gathering. That's also why it's so hard for futa's to be criminals. The organisation is always watching, but they usually ignore anything that isn't directly related to us. They have deep pockets and fantastic resources, but a very hands off attitude. The organisation looks out for its own. We're a family and heaven help whoever crosses us."

I nodded, thinking about the implications of what she just told me. It was a little creepy, sure. But I figured it was like the bathhouse. Everyone just trusted one another to do the right thing. So much so, people were eating meals in the same room random couples were going at it like rabbits. So long as they weren't poking their business into people's private lives, it didn't sound like a bad thing.

"Now, do you have any questions, concerns or feelings? Or can we get right into the details?"

I thought about it a moment, before blushing. "Can I get myself pregnant?"

Grace just paused, before chuckling to herself for a moment, "no, thankfully not. Our own biochemistry rejects our sperm."

Then another thought popped into my head. Even through the sex I'd had with Jane, I'd entertained the thought of being fucked myself. But I couldn't see myself finding a man. Especially not with Jane. She was mine... "Can... Can I get addicted to another futa's sperm? Or could Jane get addicted to someone else?"

"No and no," Grace smiled. "Well... Maybe, in very specific circumstances. You would have to starve Jane of your hormones for about six months. Then, there's a small chance another's could affect her. It's considered a last resort for couples who are going through rehab. Get the volunteer addicted to someone else. Though it doesn't always work."

I nodded, that was both good and bad. Good that we were safe to have fun and experiment. Bad because if ever something happened to me, Jane would be stuck in months of rehab going through withdrawals. "No, I think that's about all my questions so far."

Grace just smiled. "Good, feel free to come find me if you have any. In the meantime. I just wanted to touch base, see how you were going. But the organisation already gave me the clinical version of most of your evening. How's the underwear?"

"Comfortable," I giggled. "Olive seems nice."

We continued chatting idly for the remainder of the class. I get the feeling she was more gauging my mental health through last night's audeal. But, as the bell went, I said goodbye and headed for maths. It also meant I got to see my lovely Jane again. She met me by the door and we exchanged a small kiss before heading inside. Mr Blake was in top form today. He even managed to get a few laughs out of us as he made up a story as to why he was forced to wear a pink shirt today, instead of his usual hawaiian ones. Jane and I paid attention, taking notes and working through the questions, when her phone buzzed. Jane took it out, and frowned when she saw the message. She glanced up, seeing Mr Blake holding his own phone. He gave her a nod and she grabbed my hand.

"Come on," Jane said softly.

Quickly as we could. Jane and I packed our things and left. I was worried about what this all was until we got outside the room.

"I'm sorry," Jane said.

"What for?" I asked, worried something was very wrong.

"It's a code blue. The other two volunteers aren't here. One's on a field trip with another futa and the other went home sick an hour ago. I'm all that's here." Jane sighed, taking my hand. "I can refuse, I can tell them to call an ambulance. I'm not forced to do this," she said softly.

I thought about it a moment. Jane was leaving this in my hands. On one side of things, Jane could service another futa. From the sounds of things, I'll be coming with. On the other hand, this futa, probably as stressed and in pain as I was yesterday, could get a rough latex glove hand job in a hospital...

"Come on, it's an emergency isn't it?" I took her hand.

Jane just leaned in and kissed me firmly. "I respect your decision. I'll always ask you first if it comes up. Now come on."

We jogged through the halls towards Grace's room. Code Blues were always called from her office. So we knew it wasn't a trick. Margaret gave us a smile as we came into view and waved us through without stopping us. Jane knocked on the door and it opened to the familiar face of Grace.

"Oh good, I was hoping you'd come. You okay Amber?"

I nodded, "yeah, I just thought about how I felt yesterday. I wouldn't wish it on anyone."

Grace just nodded, "go on in."

As she stepped out of the room, I followed Jane into the room and froze.

"Mary?" I gasped as the small, quiet girl turned to face me.

"I'm sorry," she squeaked. "I can go to the hospital... It's okay."