Flashback to Raleigh, North Carolina. Golgotha Seminary School...
"I swear if we sing Kumbaya I'm going to hurl."
"It is a bonfire, Monet." Olive, technically Olivia Branch rolled her eyes. "It's just the schools way of letting the students get to know one another and to worship together."
"I get that. I'm just saying that song makes me gag. My brother Mace used to change the words to Cum By You when our dad used to take us camping as teenagers."
"Did he?" She laughed.
"You don't want to know. Heck, I caught my dad jerking off when I got up to pee one night. He was drunk by the campfire and going at it."
"Was your mom there?"
"Oh, hell no! Mom is too girly girl for camping. No make up station. Zero chances of her using the outdoor facilities. Squatting over grass would freak her out."
"Did your dad see you catch him?" Holly Waterston walked to Monet's left grew curious over her admission.
"Yeah! He didn't stop."
"Oh my gosh! That must have been mortifying." Kari Cartwheel was still struggling with this newfound open talk about sex and all things involved. Her entire life was built on innocence and she often found it icky.
"Naw! I toasted a marshmallow and watched him. He didn't like try anything with me. He was drunk and just refused to put his pecker away. Sad thing was when I ate my marshmallow it made my lips look all messy like I had cum in my mouth."
"You're so gross." Kari made a queer expression.
"First dick you ever saw?" Olive was certainly intrigued.
"Oh no! I saw my brother's all the time. He's huge! So is my dad, Mace took after him."
"Is your brother cute?" They emerged into a grassy courtyard filled with well over two hundred students plus another ten adults to manage the meals and the worship. Definitely, a lot of hot guys, not just those residents. Chefs, the band, even the guard dogs.
"He's alright. I'll show you a picture later. We're here so let's mingle and set our sights on the boys we want."
"I'm not here to find a boyfriend Monet." Kari interjected, "I'm here for God."
"Goddard is right over there... with... April. I knew I shouldn't have introduced them. Now my plan to use her to mess with Chase Anthony will go out the window. Chase is such a player."
"Takes one to know one?" Holly winked.
"Yes, but let's facial it, I'm more obvious." Monet giggled.
"There's Eli with Patton." Olive pointed out her two top choices, "Those two seem to be becoming good friends. I hope I can be between them."
"You wouldn't know what to do if they did sandwich you." Monet laughed.
"Sandwich sounds good. I smell hot dogs." Kari grew giddy.
"You go have your wieners, we'll go find ours." Monet nudged her away with a pleasant pat to her butt. Of course Miss Piggy swatted at her for getting too intimate. Off she went... extra pickle relished.
While Monet and her roomies explored the other students, seeking out new faces and bodies, Kari stood in line for a hot dog fresh off the fire. Chefs with pronged pitchforks dangling Ballpark Franks aka Plumper's over the fiery pits of hell were inviting many starving souls. Was it sad that they were also serving Deviled eggs? What was this school promoting?
In line with her were the gentle giants the Biggsby Boys slobbering at the mouth in wait for dinner. A couple of boys behind Kari were goofing off wrestling and bumped into her hard. Sending her directly into Boomer Biggsby he looked down at her as if she were a gnat on his arm. The wrestling was pushing her right up in between the two brothers until she got lodged between them. Beet red she looked up at their innocent faces, they too beet red at being so close to her. Her hands up while squealing with entrapment her palms landed right on their lower abdomens beneath their drooping bellies. She couldn't move. Sandwiched indeed!
"Sorry!" She whimpered biting her lower lip. The brothers swallowed dryly feeling her hands so close to their crotches, unfortunate and unplanned both boys grew hard, and she could sense enlargements pressing over her wrist. Eyes bulging, she had a panic attack. Seeing her gasping the boys eased away and consoled her.
"Just breath! I get those too." Chet offered, while Boomer stopped the two wrestling boys that put her in this position. Wheezing without relief Kari panted at the hand on her shoulder. She could tell he was concerned as well as caring. "Want me to pray for you?" A nod without words the two brothers placed their hands on her back and shoulders, the two wrestlers feeling guilty joined by palming her neckline and chest above her breasts. She flared her nostrils at being swarmed but the prayers felt warming. Soothed, her breathing returned to normal.
"T-thank you." She whispered still feeling a tad embarrassed.
"Don't mention it. Glad we could help." Boomer smiled, gently rubbing her back. "Want to cut in front of us?"
"No! I... think I feel safer... between you two. I'm Kari."
"I bet I could." Boomer chuckled then blushed. "Carry you. Sorry bad joke. I'm Boomer, this is my brother Chet."
"Look at you." Monet snuck in behind her, "Sup, Biggsby Brothers?"
"Hey Monet!"
"You... know them?" Kari pouted.
"Yeah, they laid their hands on me during the admissions introduction with Pastor Round. My best Buddhas." She rubbed their tummies. "You two fighting over my girl Cartsqueal? Miss Piggy joke!" She teased Kari.
"You are so mean Monet."
"Mean? Why? I just came over to save you."
"She had a panic attack is all." Chet pointed out. "We got her through it."
"God is good." Monet smiled. "Keep an eye out for my new bestie Boys. Bodyguards from here on out okay?"
"We can do that." Boomer smiled at Kari.
"Bestie?" Kari bulged her eyes. She had never ever had a best friend, mostly a loner all through school. As much as Monet was so outgoing in all the wrong ways, the blond did seem to care. "Body... guards?" Her mind was racing a mile a minute. Gulping as she looked between both Biggsby's she smiled. "I think I'd like having bodyguards to feel..." Palms back up she rubbed their bellies just as Monet had.
"See?" Monet grinned, "Now make a wish... you have two."
"I think I wish for... both." She giggled.
"My job here is done. Bone AGAPEtitty Boys!" Monet eased away. The Biggsby's stuck with Miss Piggy like glue the rest of the night. They got very attached and found quite a bit more in common than they suspected. They even found cute nicknames for one another. Fireside Chet, Baby Boomer, and Piglet. Ages before beauty! Matchmaker Monet had struck again.
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Circulating the troops as it were, it was always evident that eyes were following Monet no matter where she went. Boys specifically knew how to sniff out the easy prey. It wasn't solely Monet; her new friend April Lambert was equally as appealing to the pupils. The thing about April however was she seemed more into her objective, that and she wore a bra. Monet? Bouncy! Bouncy! Wanna pouncy! So yes, Monet had the edge and the nipple hard on. Why no instructor or supervising adults weren't getting after her was obvious, they enjoyed the show as well. God did put us on this earth naked. So why not challenge that theory. In most cases clothing was made of cotton so there was the sheep angle. Angle? Angel? Everywhere you looked there was a dark side.
"Look at Olive and Holly go." Monet glanced toward her friends sharing in a chat with Eli and Patton. It sure seemed like the boys were intrigued with her roommates. "I'm proud of my girls, crack those eggs my babies. We were born to be noticed. At least this gives me room to make my rounds. HA! Rounds! The Round family! There's Eliza with her man Obadiah. That guy should be a linebacker. Ha! Back of the line to hit this. Take a number it's going to be awhile Obie." She knew if she tried, she could get even Eliza's man in bed. No reason to other than to prove she could. But again, Eliza was pretty cool so there was no validity in ruining their friendship, nor her romance. The only thing that bothered Monet was Eliza Round's brother Chase Anthony being a player. If he was, chances are Eliza was. Room for error! Time to find out.
"Hey Eliza!"
"Monet! How's my girl?"
"Your girl?" She puckered her lower lip. "Looks like I'm competition. Obadiah, right?"
"That would be me. No competition Eliza has me hook, line, and sinker." He thrusts his hips playfully then gnashes his teeth knowing it was unbecoming of the students seeing his swagger like that.
"Don't panic I'll bait your hook." Monet turned faster than he could stop thrusting. Backing up to him her tight little ass was right up on Obadiah's collision course. Arms to her side as if masking the giant black man in a basketball game she yelped and flared her eyes. "Yikes! Deadliest Catch!" Even Eliza cracked up over her shenanigans. "Throw him back already!" Obadiah blushed but shot a glance at Eliza as if to apologize. A brush of her hand on his shoulder all was forgiven.
"Enough spear fishing Obie. Let's not make a scene."
"Not my fault!" He pointed at Monet who turned around to face him but stared right at his shorts.
"Mathew 4:19... Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime."
"Interesting involvement there." Eliza sneered, "I'll feed him for that lifetime thank you very much."
"Just saying!" Monet leaned in to whisper into her ear, "Big Fish! Do you call it Jonah?"
"Too funny! Jonah is the name of Obie's brother. He runs that bathing suit outlet by the water park I'll be taking you too. Our friend Noah owns the entire place. Keep your schedule free on Thursday afternoon."
"A big boy runs bikini bottoms alongside SpongeBob?"
"Gay!" Eliza winks without Obadiah hearing. A sly motion of the fact Jonah was a portly fellow made Monet chuckle.
"Ohhh! So, Jonah is his own whale?"
"He is full of himself on occasion. Sweetheart though."
"It cool Holly and Olive go with us?"
