A Comedy of AR's (Book 2)

Chapter 14
CHAPTER 214 .......... Amnesia (Part Eight) Cavorting with Seventh Graders

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CHAPTER  214

“So you’re telling me that the principal of this school is perfectly okay with students giving each other blow jobs during class?”

 

“What can I say, Derrek?  It’s a progressive school.”

 

I exhaled deeply.  “Randy, have I done any other stupid stuff at this school?

 

“Only a few things.  “You got bullied and almost raped by a buch of girls on Empathy Day.  You played a league football game wearing girl’s clothes.  You did an oral report on a dolphin penis with Hoshiko.  On Little Buddy Day, your five-year-old little buddy tried to burn down the school and you tried to saw him in half on a table saw.”

 

“Maybe you should stop, Randy.”

 

“Nope, can’t stop … So on a dare, when we visited the high school, you swept Kitti Power off her feet and French kissed her for ten full seconds and then gave her a titty twister … She was so pissed.”

 

“Who’s Kitti Power?  And why would I do that?”

 

“She’s a high school cheerleader.  When she gave you your sports physical, she made you jack off, and stuck a catheter up your dick, and she gave you an enema, and she stuck her finger up your ass to force your prostate to squirt semen.”

 

“I don’t think I like this girl, Randy.”

 

“Don’t worry about it.  She’s in jail now for taking nude videos of our team coming out of the shower.”

 

“Was I in the video?”

 

“Boy, you really did lose your memory, Derrek.  You can’t shower because your skin would break out in hives if you touch water.”

 

(Now I realized how stupid I was for asking if I was in a shower video.)  “Oh, yeah, I do remember that now.”

 

“And a week ago, you were on a TV quiz show with Madeline and Hoshiko … and you won it for our school so we got a KFC lunch.”

 

“I guess that was good.  So am I smart?”

 

“Nope, you nearly blew it.  You answered ‘penis’ to 18 questions in a row and you were wrong every time.  The girls pulled it out.”

 

“So this school year has been very eventfull for me … poisoned, kidnapped, shot at, and molested?  I always said seventh grade sucks.”

 

 

 

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Major calls Sammantha during lunch break.

 

 

“Hey Major, what’s up?”

 

“Hi, Sammantha, I was wondering if you could do me a small favor.”

 

“Of course.”

 

“This is kind of a last-minute request.  The school board has agreed to send me to a Math symposium in Chicago tomorrow and Wednesday … and I was wondering if it would be okay for Shilo to stay at your place for a couple days.  I should be back Wednesday evening.”

 

“Sure, is there a problem with her being by herself.”

 

“Not really, but she’s never been alone before, and I would feel more comfortable if she were with someone.  You don’t have to do anything.  Just put her in your back closet and plug in the recharger.  She would remain in ‘alert stasis’.”

 

“That’s fine.  I would prefer her not to react with Derrek while he has amnesia.  He’s been acting weird lately.”

 

“Yeah, I noticed that in first period.  He asked if you were my girlfriend, so I changed the subject.”

 

“When do you want to bring her over?”

 

“Is now a good time?  I have a free period, and as you said, it would be better if Derrek doesn’t see her.”

 

“Perfect.  I’m home today, so I’ll see you shortly.”

 

“Thanks.  Bye, Sammantha.”

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It was time for fourth period lunch.  I dreaded this part of school.  This is where all the cliques are formed.  This is where the popular kids, the normal kids, the jocks, and the dorks all get separated.

 

I was unfortunately pegged as a ‘jock’, which meant that I was supposed to sit at the table with the gross little boys with big egos.  They were easy to spot and several of them were already calling me over after I had picked up my lunch tray.

 

The black kid gave me a dirty look.  I should have known he was on the football team after I had called him morbidly obese on the bus.  But he would not be the only ‘teammate’ I would be insulting today.  I had no intention of sticking with this group.

 

I still thought there was something creepy about a grown man playing with twelve-year-old boys.  Sammantha must have pulled the wool over my eyes to convince me to remain a child.  I would have never agreed to this.  She’s the one who wanted a little boy to molest without her going to jail.  I think this was insulting and unethical for both the boys at this lunch table and me.

 

“Hello, children,” I uttered in a condescending manner, as I took my seat.

 

They all began peppering me with questions at once.  “How’s your head?  How do you feel?  Do you still have a concussion.  What do you remember?  Do you even remember who WE are?”

 

I took a bite out of my sandwich and answered glumly, “I don’t recognize any of you.”

 

The short muscular boy sitting across from me said, “Derrek, we’re all your teammates and we support each other no matter what.  If there’s any way we can help you, you let us know.  This is not about football.  We just want you to get better.  We know it must be rough.”

 

“You know it’s rough?” I retorted.  “You don’t know anything.  You say you’re my teammates and yet I don’t recognize a single one of you.  Instead of teammates, I see (((This is where I inserted a string of racial and ethnic stereotypes … graphic enough to seriously insult every member of our diverse football team.)))

 

The long table suddenly became silent.  All ten of the boys slowly stood up … so I stood up too.  That small muscular boy walked around to my side of the table.  He placed his hand on my right shoulder and spoke quietly to me.

 

“Look, Derrek … We know that whatever’s going on with your head must be terrible … But until you regain some of your memories, I think it might be best if you sat at a different table.”

 

I looked down at the hand he had placed on my shoulder.  Then I used both of my hands to shove him away brusquely.  “Back off, kid,” I blurted out.

 

Then the boy gave me a quick little punch at my nose and cheek.

 

“I pulled my punch that time, Derrek, because I don’t want to hurt you.  But if you want to fight, I guarantee that the next punch I throw is going to break something.”

 

I felt my nose to make sure there wasn’t any blood.  Then I turned and began walking away.

 

The boy on the far end of the table yelled, “I’m dis-inviting you from my bar mitzvah.”

 

I yelled back, “Why would I want to come to your bar mitzvah?  I’m not Jewish.”

 

If my intentions were to get myself kicked off the football team, the plan worked very well, although not very pleasantly.

 

I left my lunch tray on the table and started to leave the cafeteria.  Then I felt another tap on the shoulder.

 

“Hey tiger, where are you going?” asked Starline Valentine.

 

This was my so-called girlfriend who liked bad boys.

 

“I’m not that hungry,” I told her.

 

“That’s okay,” she replied, now holding on to my entire right arm.  “It’ll give us a chance to hang out together.  Follow me.”

 

Starline led me down the hallway and ducked into a janitor’s closet …  one that wasn’t locked.”

 

“I’ve been here before,” I told her.

 

“Oh?  Is your memory returning?”

 

(Actually, I had been in this closet just a few hours earlier when Madeline was threatening to turn me into a baby.)

 

The girl didn’t wait for me to answer.  She locked the door and peeled off her sweatshirt.

 

“Holy shit … You don’t waste much time,” I commented.  “But wow, nice rack.”

 

Starline wasn’t wearing a bra.  She grabbed both my hands and placed them on her well-budded breasts.  I grinned and was happy to massage them.  After about a minute, she lightly pushed me against the wall of the closet and leaned forward licking her tongue over my lips.

 

She said, “Isn’t it great that they taught us how to do this on Gentle Puberty Day?”

 

I replied, “I have a feeling that you really didn’t need lessons.”

 

Then she pressed her mouth forward and we engaged in some lively ‘sword play’ with our tongues.  But now I felt pressue in my groinal area.  She was slowly raising her knee upward and pressing it against my balls till I needed to stand on my tip toes.

 

Starline quickly loosened my belt buckle and lowered her knee.  While we still Frenched, She put her right hand inside the waistband of my tighty whities and ran it downward to massage my balls with a pretty noticeable amount of squeezing.  This girl apparently knew what she wanted.

 

Then she moved her right hand slightly upward and grabbed the length of my boner.  But instead of petting it or jacking me, she just squeezed my shaft.  Then she withdrew her tongue and looked at me with a big smile.

 

This was a bit unusual, not what I expected.  She squeezed the diameter of my shaft like she was imitating the Incredible Hulk … as she stared into my wide eyes.

 

“This is what you get,” she noted, “for being the cutest boy in school.”

 

My cock must have been turning purple … when I was saved by the bell for fifth period. 

We quickly straightened our clothing.  She kissed her index finger and tapped it on my lips. 

 

“Same time tomorrow, tiger,” she said.  “Come on.  We don’t want to be late for Coach Bimbo’s Health class … And Derrek, I know you were close to exploding, but please don’t ejaculate into Duchess’s face this time.”

 

I quipped, “Thanks, that would be an awkward scene.”

 

As we exited the closet, I was thinking about how utterly absurd the last few minutes were … Me, a grown man, making out wildly with my twelve-year-old girlfriend.  She was definitely my ‘Lolita’ and I should have been arrested right there on the spot.  I wondered how she would react if she had known that she was cavorting with a 28 year old adult male.  I have to admit her breasts were quite nice for a twelve-year-old.

 

As we headed toward Health class, she again pocketed her right hand into the back left opening of my jeans, this time giving me little tiny pinches on my gluteus maximus.  Sammantha never mentioned anything about me having this kind of a girlfriend.  Maybe she thought Starline wasn’t good for me.

 

Being a ‘bad boy’ may have its perks.

 

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