You get answers, and a lot more from Dee.

You return to your room in a daze, having changed back into your school uniform and said your good byes on autopilot. You are happy to have helped Greta find a geeky girlfriend and turn anime club awesome, but learning you are missing weeks of your time is terrifying. You need to find out what else you don't know, and you suspect your guidance counselor is as lost as you are, but Dee seems to know all the angles.

Dee is waiting for you when you arrive, wearing her funeral appropriate tea dress and looking surprisingly sheepish. She is holding her phone and you sneak a peek to see Greta texted her about how 'amazeballs' anime club was. Dee demures, "So I hear you had a fun time at anime club..."

"What the fuck, Dee?! When are you going to start telling me the truth?! What is this place?! A school? A quarantine clinic? A prison? Am I being punished or rehabilitated or experimented on? Are you my enemy? My friend? Or my jailer?" You are in tears by the time you finish, fallen to your knees and your head hanging down. You feel drained...deceived...defeated before you even got to know what the rules were...

"I'm sorry, Amy, but, honestly I think the answer to all of your questions is all of the above. I wish I could say more, but this place is real strict, and even more secretive. I know you were on lockdown for weeks, but I don't know why. I know we're all on some kind double secret academic probation, but I don't know what that means. I know they told me I am in charge of your tutoring, and at first I thought that meant I just got to bully you, but now I think I might have to help you to graduate. I'm scared and I don't know if I can trust you, and you definitely won't trust me after all the times I've lied to you, and it just all feels so hopeless and I can't even hate you anymore and that hurts worse than anything!" Dee collapses, draping herself over you heaving sobs.

Your head feels like it weighs a ton, your heart feels ten times as heavy, and your limbs feel locked at your side. How can you comfort her? What right do you even have to try after getting her into this mess in the first place? No right at all...and there's no point in trying...except...

"I trust you." Dee looks up more confused than consoled, and you continue, not knowing what you are saying, "Maybe I shouldn't. It definitely hasn't worked out great for me so far. But I believe you somehow...or maybe I just believe in you. When everyone's life was shattered, you were the one that got everyone together and found a place to make us whole. If this ends up not being that place, we'll find a new one together. There's something spooky about this school, but maybe there should be. This is serious business. Anyone of us could go onto infect the unwilling. Maybe all this secrecy is to protect us from ourselves as much as it is to protect the world from us. Whatever happens, I will do everything I can to help you, and I know I can trust you to do the same for me, even though you have every reason not to." You realize as you finish that you have wrapped arms around her and you somehow lifted your head to stare deep into her eyes.

"Okay...but if you are going to help me out, you need to be willing to promise that nothing we talk about or..." Dee blushes and bites her bottom lip, "or that we DO together leaves this dorm." You nod dumbly and Dee kisses you deeply. No words are exchanged and none necessary as she sucks your tongue into her mouth and pins it down possesively with hers. She lifts she skirt and petticoats and RIPS open her rumba shorts before yanking off your panties and aiming her pretty pucker up against your pulsing prick.

A muffled moan is more than enough explanation for what she needs next. Dee slides down your dick until her pert ass is snuggly settled against your smooth sack. She just sits there, nursing your neck and nibbling on your lower lip as she rolls her hips and whimpers. You don't know what to do next, but your body does. You slowly start to lift her off of your shaft, wanting to pull her all the way up and down just like you like to get fucked. Frantic and fumbley, your hands slip and she crashes back down on your cock, groaning and giggling.

This time, she tries her hand at lifting herself off your throbbing cock, but her hands are full with your heaving breasts, and excited and overeager she loses her footing three quarters up and slips all the way down. Now you are both laughing lustily and bucking and bouncing inexpertly and ill timed and holding onto each other for dear life so neither breaks their neck trying to bust a nut. It is the worst sex you have ever had...and the best. You stumble and bumble and snicker and snort your ways to a sweaty, strained shallow spurt and a D minus dribble. Dee collapses on top of you, bumping her teeth on yours as she kisses you and cracking up, "Wah HEE wah AH HAA was it HEH HEH guh HAAA good for you? A HA HAAAAAA HAAAA HAAAAAAA!"

You both laugh so hard it hurts and your pain killers pump through you and you laugh even harder. Holding each other tight so your sides don't split, you cackle, "Wait...so I can't brag to anyone about what a stud I was tonite? A HAA HAAA HAAA HEEEE HEEE HEEE HEEE!" You set off another painful peal of laughter and rock back and forth with your raucous roomie.

Eventually the laughter dies down to a dull roar and eventually ends all together. Still holding each other, Dee surprises you when she snuggles in closer and says, "Thanks. I needed that. The laugh and the shitty sex. It's weird that even awful sex feels awesome now, isn't it?" Dee pauses but you can sense she isn't waiting for you to answer. She has something she needs to say, "I guess that's one thing I love. That...and getting fucked. I wish I didn't. Ever since that fucking party I've been obsessed by it. It feels soooo good, but I can't look anyone in the eye ever again after they've cum in me."

Dee pulls back and looks you dead in the eye without a hint of regret or remorse. "Except you apparently. How fucked is that? Well, until we can figure that out, you are just going to have to be my fuck study buddy. But everytime you fuck it up, I'll just have to show you how it's done and pound your throat or ass until you see how to do it. Then we start over again and see if you can't learn from your mistakes after all." Dee smiles wickedly and you bite her bottom lip until it bleeds. "Oh you little bitch! I can see I'm going to have to spend all night tutoring you!"

And she does...long into the night...giggles give way to groans as your glistening skin glows in the moonlight...you lose track of how many loads she fills you with to teach you how to pound her pussy properly and how to stretch her throat satisfactorily. In time you improve your grade up to a B- and then you both slip into sweet, sublime slumber, knowing you'll have plenty of time to study tomorrow.