Bonding further

The freshman class of Stanfield’s academy milled around a little in the summer afternoon after all their lessons had concluded. Most had changed directly into one of the outfits that had been picked out for them the day before, determined to show a willingness to get back out on the streets and earning back their tuition… even if no particular target had been set as homework today. Miss Daisy had said that the ancillary studies she required would be more akin to the etiquette rules that Mr Durren put upon them, only slowly ramping up over the year. For starters… She simply insisted that, whenever they said hello or goodbye to their fellow classmates each day, they would greet them each with a good, long kiss on the mouth.

So the whole class made sure to go through the motions of seeking out every face they were slowly beginning to recognise and shoving a willing tongue into it for a minute or two. While all the while bustling around the large, wardrobe-size lockers they were assigned in the entrance hall of the school. No private changing rooms were provided for them yet, they were just expected to drop their skirts to the floor in full view of the open doors. Not that this lack of privacy seemed likely to improve as they got further in their studies. The higher-year students had their own, more elaborate spaces to change in… but these were large, glass-walled rooms looking out over the gardens and sporting grounds out the back of the building, which were open to the public anyway. Besides… those cameras were still dotted around everywhere. Some clever member of the faculty had realised that an awfully good way to chase sponsorships over access to the students’ collars was to broadcast a live feed to ‘changing time’ for free, all across the web and various billboards around the city. Half-naked teen backsides bending and stretching were plastered across intersections and Maglev stations just before the owners themselves headed out toward them.

Jesse and the others hadn’t quite realised this yet, of course. The academy made little effort to inform its assets what was done with all the material it collected from them. They were just the next batch of school property in a long history, after all. Having finished making sure they had snogged their way through the entire register, each of them was still feeling a bit sheepish over having just made love side by side for the first time. Jesse had worried himself through the entire experience, right up to cumming heavily inside of Lizzy. He desperately wanted to apologise to her… in case he’d done it wrong, but couldn’t even bring himself to ask. While the girl herself seemed still to be standing just a little bit closer to him at every opportunity, along with many of the pairings the algorithm had presumably carefully selected to invade each other. Her hand kept brushing, just lightly, against the back of sissy’s… as if by accident. Their still-glowing cheeks just beginning to fade back to normal. Fran was, of course, a lot more open about her changed impression of Suzy. She kept not-so-subtly hinting that she would very much have liked to ‘go another round’. There was an unkempt, wild and primal need in her normally stoic and sarcastic eyes, that Jesse hadn’t seen before. He got the feeling that there was a lot more bubbling and boiling away in the centre of their steadiest and most-confident friend, than any had realised. Suzy did not seem interested at all, though. The other sissy had gone quiet and sullen, as if embarrassed more by Franceska’s praise of his fucking-prowess than anything else. There was an edge to the way he looked at Lizzy now too... Something had clearly upset the large-breasted femboy that he just didn’t want to talk about.

Eventually, they all headed off in their own directions. Suzy called for a lift, rather than walking Jesse to the station, but there was again no ambush of delinquents waiting for him. He remembered to offer his services to a bored-looking salesman who he bumped into on the platform, earning a warm lap to sit on and a subscription to his photos while the man simply read through sheets of figures. Nothing else was demanded of him though, so the teen slut simply hopped off at his own stop and headed toward Home 23 feeling quite positive.