"A little thin," Sara said, imitating a wine connoisseur with a glass of old port, "But a nice bouquet. I think someone has tapped this vintage already today." She eyed me and raised her eyebrows questioningly.
I blushed at having been found out and at having been upstaged and outwitted. Sara had called the tune and now I could only follow her lead. I took the cup and sipped it.
"Still, a very good year," I said. "And sweet, with just a hint of raspberry."
After Sara and I had tasted it, Janice changed her mind and wanted a sip, too. As I passed Janice the cup, Jolene had changed her mind as well and now looked like she was afraid there would not be any left for her. She watched anxiously as Janice took a tentative taste of the thick liquid in the red cup.
Janice bravely tried to imitate Sara, too. She sipped and swirled the thick stuff as we had done, prepared to bluff her way through and claim to like it. It was great fun to see the expression on her face go from feigned enjoyment to the real thing as she realized that what she thought would be disgusting was actually fairly pleasant, maybe even tasty. She looked surprised as she passed the cup along.
Jolene hesitated. She stared suspiciously at the contents of the cup. She even wrinkled her nose as she raised it to her lips. Tipping it up quickly, before she could change her mind, she misjudged the viscosity of the fluid and, instead of a sip, got the better part of a mouthful of cum.
Jolene's eyes bugged out and she swallowed by reflex to clear her mouth of the sticky load. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out and we could see that it was completely coated. Jolene then took a second, more cautious sip and imitated the same taste test that the rest of us had done. When she took a third sip from the cup, we knew she was hooked. No one was ready for what she did next, though. Holding the cup out to Bud, she smiled and said, "More!" in a voice clogged with cum.
The look of shock on Bud's face set us off and everyone except Bud and Jolene fell about laughing.
In between gasping for breath and doubling over giggling, I saw Bud's expression soften into a grin as he realized that he had just had the most honest and sincere compliment he was ever likely to hear.
While the rest of us sought vainly for our lost composure, Jolene and Bud stood looking at each other with a light in their eyes that reflected back and forth between them. Jolene looked like a unicorn hunter who had just had the animal eating out of her hand and Bud looked like he had just met the last virgin on the planet and wanted to have her cast in bronze to preserve the moment forever. They looked so sweet that my giggles stopped and my eyes got all teary from watching.
Jolene's hands were fluttering in front of her like two birds trying to escape from a snare. She wanted badly to touch Bud's cock again, but the moment had passed. Bud reached out and took her hands in his to calm her jitters. As soon as he touched her she moved close and pressed against him, clutching his hand in both of hers.
"Later," he said.
Jolene made no reply, but just stood leaning against him and smiling up at him.
The bell rang to indicate the start of school and everyone crowded through the door to get to their homerooms so the roll could be called. Bud bent over and kissed Jolene on the cheek before retrieving his books and heading to class. She watched until he disappeared into the crush and then she turned to me.
"He has a very large penis, doesn't he?" She asked, shyly. As she spoke, Janice stepped closer to hear what she had to say.
"Yes, he does," I answered. "You won't see many cocks that size. It's huge."
"I enjoyed touching it. Do you think he will let me touch it again?"
"I'm sure he will," I said. I though that was a very safe prediction.
"What time Saturday should we come over?" She looked at Janice to see if she had anything to add. Janice looked at me to see how I would handle this.
I had been thinking about having the party start after supper, but Jolene's eagerness made me revise the time. "How about the middle of the afternoon? Say, three o'clock?" I asked.
"3 o'clock," she said, firmly. She turned to look in the direction that Bud had gone and Janice and I shared a look that said innocence was a wonderful thing.
"I'll ride my bike over and be there at three," Jolene said. "That way I can go home whenever and my mom won't have to come get me."
Jolene stepped in close to me and put her arms around my shoulders and gave me a big hug. She put her lips against my ear and whispered, "Thank you, Sam. Thank you. Thank you. But now I am as horny as a toad and if I had any panties on they would be soaked. I can't wait until lunch." Then she nibbled my earlobe.
Once I diplomatically pried myself free of Jolene, we all ran for our desks before the last bell rang, marked us tardy.
My classes seemed more interesting and pleasant than usual. I was able to concentrate much better in class. It was all because I was not building up to the need to masturbate every other class period. I participated more in the classes and even asked a few questions that the teachers promised to research the answers to. When I noticed my Algebra teacher conferring with her department head and pointing toward me, I thought I might have gone too far with my participation. While they were talking, I checked the index of my Algebra textbook and found that the proof I had just proposed for the current problem was something we wouldn't be covering for another three chapters. Oops! I hoped that the teacher thought I had been reading ahead. If she realized that I had deduced the proof on the spot, I might be in for some unwelcome scrutiny by the powers-that-be in the school hierarchy.