A New Page

An event like that isn't easy to recover from, even if you enjoy it immensely, as I did. I spent the rest of the weekend in a stupor. Even my step-mom yelling at me about being a "malingerer" (and, an aside: first, I didn't know she knew words that fancy, and, second, is she some kind of Stalinist or something? Like wtf) didn't faze me at all. I couldn't really even process what had just gone on.

Looking back, though, that event was a big turning point in my life. It marked the start of... well, me becoming whatever it is that I am. Me embracing my destiny, like a character in a movie. Life started accelerating after that, the changes started getting bigger and more sudden.

The first example came Monday morning. I went into school as usual and, expecting nothing unusual -- which is to say, a blowjob or rimjob depending on what I felt like at the moment -- saw Sarah standing impatiently next to Sherry's desk.

"Jason," she said. "I don't have long -- I have a zoom meeting in ten minutes -- but I wanted to be the one to brief you on the new system."

"What new system?"

"Bathroom passes, of course," she replied. As if that answer was the most normal thing in the world. "Friday night made me realize how we haven't really been serving you to our full potential, Jason. You deserve so much more! Now, I consulted with Doctor Patton and she said it's important that no one drink too frequently. To that end, Sherry and I came up with this rotation system. Sherry, the passes."

Sherry held up a keychain full of golden, plastic passes, each about the size of a bookmark. Each had a teacher's last name on it.

Sarah continued, "In the morning, Sherry will hand out the passes -- she'll do all the scheduling to make sure we don't overdo it. When you use one, you'll give it to whoever is named on it, and she'll give you the next one to use. At the end of the day, just turn in the one you're holding. If you forget, we have some extras, but please try to remember to return them."

"When I use one..."

"Yes, just find the woman in question and show her the pass. She'll take you somewhere away from prying eyes so you can..."

"Take a piss!" interjected Sherry.

"What if I have to go during class?" I asked.

"The faculty already know about your special passes. You can just hold one up and leave. If any students ask, please tell them you have a medical issue and don't wish to discuss it. Now, I'd appreciate it if you were efficient when performing. I would hate to have you pull teachers away from their classes for too long during regular hours. If that is ok with you, Jason."

"Sure," I said reasonably. This was a big change for me, and hard to wrap my head around. "When did you even do this?" I asked, gesturing at the passes.

"Oh, this weekend," said Sarah. "I called Sherry and we came up with the system, after that call to Dr. Patton. And then Sherry did a rush order to make the passes."

Sherry unclipped a pass from the keychain and handed it to me. "Sarah is first today," she said cheerfully.

Sarah said, "Yes... I thought I should set a good example for the rest of the staff."

It was time for study hall -- meaning just my time in the office -- but I excused myself. "I think I'd like to go see Brenda," I said. I knew they would think I was getting a blowjob from her, but really I just needed some help processing this change.

I visited Brenda because I wasn't entirely comfortable with what was going on. "Brenda," I said, "I enjoyed Friday night, and it was great to get some ****, even if only by proxy. But isn't this going a bit far?"

Brenda was very supportive. She came and sat next to me and put her arm around me. "Jason, I suppose I can understand that it is weird. I mean, none of us have been in this situation before. But you have to believe me when I say the ladies like it. They want this -- after the dinner on Friday, Sarah was inspired to call up Sherry right away and get to work! Now, why do you think that she did that?"

"Uh... I don't know?"

"Because, Jason," -- here she was lecturing me in teacher mode -- "doing things for you feels good. Whatever it is, we like it, it turns us on., it excites us. Sarah goes home horny every night and jumps her husband, and I had to buy a new vibrator -- that's how big an impact it has."

"But isn't piss... gross?"

"It's perfectly safe, Jason," she said. "It may not taste great -- I'm actually pretty curious to find out! -- but the worst case is that it will be an acquired taste. You know, Sarah wasn't much of a cum-eater until this year, either. I don't think it's any different than that, really."

"But..."

She held up a hand. "Let me stop you right there. I know you, Jason. I know you're going to try to think of reasons to sabotage this. But you don't have to, and you shouldn't. In fact, you can go a lot further than you've gone, you just don't appreciate it yet. Tell me -- what's the most **** thing you've seen in your porn watching? Did you watch the videos I forwarded?"

"I saw one where a guy spits in a woman's face and slaps her," I confessed.

"See! That's what I'm talking about. That would be awesome!" she said. "You could even pull on my nipples first, twist them around..." she had a kind of horny and abstracted look on her face, like she was getting lost in a fantasy.

"I just... I'm not a misogynist, Brenda."

She shook her head, as if to bring her attention back to the room, then laughed. "Jeez, Jason, I know that! But this isn't about how you treat women generally. Your sex life can be a little transgressive, and we're all consenting adults."

She paused for a moment.

"Look, I get it," she said. "You don't want to move too fast. How about we move a little more slowly? What if you start by following Sarah's piss plan that she worked so hard on? And maybe one more add on... how about you stop using our names? Pick a word to call us. I know you already call Sarah 'bitch' in her office, just pick something like that for each of us."

"Ok..." I responded slowly. "What should I call you, then?"

"If it's all the same to you, I call dibs on Cunt."