Group Work

In English lit class, top student Alex is teamed with two vapid classmates for a group project. They girls are useless at academics, but excel in other ways

Part One

As a conscientious student, one of the most loathsome aspects of getting through both elementary and high school was mandatory group projects. In most cases, I had no control over which students were assigned to me as colleagues—a term that was often very generous to the sluggards that almost always ended up being my partners. Furthermore, it was almost assured that the work on any group project would be “shared” unequally.

During my last year of high school (1981) when I, Alex Robbins, was 18, I had an idealistic English teacher who was fresh out of college. His name was Mr. Langtry. He was a diminutive fellow, about 5’6” tall, who naively believed that every student was a potential gem who always put forth equal effort and diligence. According to his rose-colored view of things, there could not possibly be any inequities when a group project was assigned. Of course, he was out of touch with reality and therefore badly mistaken.

A week into my final high school semester, in Mr. Langtry’s American literature class, he announced that the 30 students would be randomly slotted into groups of three where they would study 10 different classic American novels. That announcement itself elicited a few groans from the students in attendance, which surprised him. Those groans grew louder when he announced that each group and the novel it would study would be assigned by lottery. Furthermore, Mr. Langtry said he had already conducted it—and he had a sheet of paper in his right hand containing the results. A few seconds later, he announced the threesomes and their respective books.

I did not have to wait long. My name was announced as part of the second threesome. The novel I was assigned was The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. (That was alright by me since I had already read it for fun two summers earlier.) However, I blanched when I heard who my two colleagues would be: Kelly Fisher and Joanne Adams. The fickle finger of fate had drawn me with the two most vapid and least capable students in the entire school. Mr. Langtry, unfamiliar with the two girls’ well-deserved reputation for academic ineptitude, could not understand why most of my classmates were laughing at my obvious misfortune.

The threesomes were given three weeks to read their respective novels. In each group, one person would write a lengthy synopsis of the novel’s plot, another one would write a detailed description of its setting and its importance to the story, and the third person would present a comprehensive biography of the author. The ten groups would make oral presentations of their writing to the class and field any questions. All in all, it was a very straightforward task for high school seniors, but it was far beyond the limited intelligence of Kelly and Joanne. When Mr. Langtry handed them copies of The Sun Also Rises, they screwed up their noses. Both looked upon the book as some sort of foreign intrusion into their carefree lives.

Kelly and Joanne were somehow related; rumor had it they were third cousins—however that works. They had sporadically been in my classes since the first grade. They were ditzy and airheaded back then, too. They got away with plenty of ineptitude because they were undeniably cute with their turned-up noses and wavy brown hair. When they both somehow got promoted to the fifth grade, they were among the first girls at their age to blossom, which got them attention from sixth-grade boys who didn’t care a bit that there was nothing between the two girls’ ears. In fact, they preferred them to be not the sharpest knives in the drawer. Rumor had it that Kelly and Joanne were quite easily persuaded to engage in sexual activities with horny 12-year-old boys. The following year, there was juicier scuttlebutt that the girls’ sixth-grade teacher was receiving favors from Kelly and Joanne in exchange for Bs on their report cards rather than the Ds and Fs they truly deserved. Despite plentiful gossip, it merely stayed a rumor as nothing was ever proven.

By the time Kelly and Joanne moved on to high school, they developed a routine of flunking all their courses, making them up during July and August with the help of very low standards and expectations at summer school, and then doing the same thing the following year. The fact that they were getting credits while knowing nothing serious about anything academic honestly shook my faith in the whole educational system.

The last five minutes of Mr. Langtry’s class was spent in our groups where we were to decide which person would do which task in the assignment. Not surprisingly, my two bimbos looked towards me for guidance. I suggested that I would write the plot summary since I had already read the novel, while they could decide amongst themselves who would write the Hemingway biography and who would write the piece about the novel’s setting. I could tell by their blank expressions that they did not have the slightest idea about how to do research on such things nor how to compile it into something resembling a 12th-grade report. I said I’d be in the school library for about an hour, at my favorite spot, an out-of-the-way table near the reference books, once class was dismissed. If they cared to show up, I would be happy to guide them as to what they needed to do. They did not say they’d join me, but they did not say they would not, either. I seriously wondered if either girl had ever set foot in our school’s library before.

When the bell rang, I lingered to speak with Mr. Langtry to express my concerns about the fairness of this group assignment. At first, he was pleased to see me want to discuss the project, but he didn’t like what I had to say about the group aspect. I didn’t mince my words. “You’re new here. You don’t realize you stuck me with two absolute duds, ” I told him. “Kelly and Joanne aren’t students. They just occupy desks. They shouldn’t be in this class—or any class—and you foisted both of them on me! I’m not happy about it. I’m at a severe disadvantage. I’ll be working solo.”

“Oh, they can’t be that bad, ” he replied.

A classmate and friend of mine, Bill Gallagher, was within earshot. He chimed in, “Alex is telling the truth, sir. Those two girls won’t do a thing. They’ll expect Alex to do every aspect of this project—and I mean everything. They’re indolent; they won’t lift a finger.”

“Well, keep me apprised, ” Mr. Langtry noted. “If what you say is true, Alex, I’ll take that into consideration when I grade you as a group.

“Okay, ” I said. “But I’m going to tell you right now that I will only do my third of the project. I expect the girls to do the other two-thirds.”

“Yes, so do I.” Mr. Langtry agreed.

Part Two

As I said to Kelly and Joanne, I went to the library to begin writing a longhand draft of the plot synopsis of The Sun Also Rises. I was quite surprised to see the two girls wander in about five minutes later. They didn’t seem to be too familiar with the place, though. Nevertheless, they found the table where I was seated.

“Oh, I wasn’t really expecting you, ” I told them.

“We won’t stay long, ” Kelly stated.

Then Joanne lowered her voice to a whisper and made me an offer. “There’s no way we can help you with this project, Alex. Neither of us will understand that book. So, here’s the deal: If you do the writing part of this project for us, we’ll combine to give you a sensational blowjob!”

For some reason I was not shocked by their offer. Given their reputations, I had almost expected something like it. Frankly, Kelly and Joanne didn’t appeal to me. Call me corny, but I liked the females in my high school to be the virtuous, girl-next-door types, not cheap sluts. Still, I stopped to weigh my options. I knew damned well that these girls would produce absolutely zilch for the group project. Furthermore, since I wasn’t likely going to be offered a blowjob by any other girl or girls today, I said, “Okay, it’s a deal. So where are we going to do this. It certainly can’t be here in the library.”

“Follow us!” Joanne instructed. “We know a private place where we can go.”

I was led to a part of the school that I was unfamiliar with—the music department. Joanne and Kelly led me to a fairly substantial storage room that held many instruments, but it still had plenty of space for the girls to do what they did best. The door was unlocked, so we all walked in after Kelly flicked on the light. Then she locked the door behind us.

“I didn’t know you girls took any music classes, ” I said with surprise.

“We don’t, ” confirmed Kelly. “We just use this storage room for blowjobs.”

The girls quickly removed their tops and bras. Both possessed terrific, firm, round tits. Joanne had bigger areolas, but Kelly’s nipples seemed more prominent. I could easily see their appeal to the average high school boy.

“Feel them, Alex, while we pull down your pants, ” Joanne instructed me. I happily did so. I cupped one of Joanne’s breasts with my left hand and one of Kelly’s with my right. I gave them both solid squeezes. I could feel my erection rising. Seconds later my briefs were at my ankles.

“Oh, that’s a very nice dick you have, Alex, ” Kelly commented. “It’s big, straight and strong. All you smart boys seem to have great dicks, right Joanne?”

Joanne concurred and I thanked them for the compliment. I also wondered who the other smart boys were whom she had referenced.

I continued feeling the two girls’ tits while they took turns alternately stroking my penis with upward tugs. Kelly eventually settled on caressing my balls while Joanne remained on the task of pleasing my stiff shaft. “Move aside, Kelly, ” Joanne eventually said, “I just have to lick Alex’s dick!” This she did, treating my rod like a Popsicle. After about a minute, Kelly relieved Joanne, although the latter remained close by to massage my testicles. All in all, these girls certainly knew what they were doing.

There was nothing romantic at all about what was happening in that storage room. It was purely sexual. Therefore, I decided to get a little bit nasty with the two slatterns. I grabbed my shaft and slapped Kelly on the left cheek with it. Then I moved toward Joanne and slapped her nose with my erection. Both girls laughed.

“Hey, that was something different, ” Joanne claimed.

“Good!” I bragged. “Now I want to fuck your tits—both sets.” I quickly placed my erection between Joanne’s boobs and I slid it up and down half a dozen time. Kelly got the same treatment. I have to admit, the sensation and visuals were quite excellent. I knew I’d be ejaculating a load very soon.

“Back inside your mouths again, girls, ” I commanded. “Then I’ll come on your faces.”

Joanne gave my penis a few more splendid sucks. I pulled out of her mouth in time for Kelly grab my shaft and do the same. I pulled out of Kelly’s mouth just in time to fire a rope of warm semen across her face. A second blast was forthcoming, so I aimed it at Joanne’s forehead. I was off by a smidgen, so Joanne got a heavy load of goo in and around her eyes. While she coped with that, I went back to Kelly, placed my dick between her lips, and launched a small third cum shot into her mouth. I also took the opportunity to grope their respective tits one more time. My work was done—and I was pleased and satisfied.

Neither girl said much after I came. Joanne pulled a small packet of Kleenex from her pocket to wipe the globs of goo from her face. I stopped her. “Joanne, don’t let it go to waste. Swallow some like Kelly did.” I swiped a portion of my ejaculate with the middle and index fingers of my right hand, and stuck them into her mouth. She licked my fingers clean. These girls were certainly thorough pros at this particular sex act. I could now understand, at least on some level, why a sixth-grade teacher might risk losing his job for receiving this type of taboo pleasure on a regular basis.

“Thank you, girls, ” I announced. “You’ve never looked more appealing to me than right now—with my cum splattered all over your faces.” I meant that comment sincerely, but not necessarily kindly.

Before we left the confines of the storage room, I confirmed that I would do the writing part of the girls’ assignment for them. I don’t think they understood that they would still have to present their portions to the class on the appointed day.

Part Three

Over the next three weeks, the girls seldom showed up for class. After two weeks elapsed, I dutifully reported to Mr. Langtry, quite truthfully, that neither Kelly nor Joanne had done any work with me at all on the novel project.

“Given the nature of the three parts of that assignment, the group’s members don’t really have to consult with each other, ” Mr. Langtry suggested. “It might be that Kelly and Joanne are working on their parts independently without consulting you.”

“And maybe water will run uphill forever more, ” I remarked with a chuckle. “You’re dreaming, sir. Those two girls are completely useless academically. In fact, they’re only good for one thing—fellatio.”

Mr. Langtry’s expression showed he was taken aback by that stark comment.

“Sir, ” I said. “I have that on good authority.”

Part Four

Three weeks to the day when Mr. Langtry handed out the novel assignments, the classroom presentations began. The Sun Also Rises was scheduled second, behind a group who had read The Grapes of Wrath. It was quite well done. I envied my friend, Bill, who was part of that threesome, for having competent partners. Predictably, neither Kelly nor Joanne showed up for our group’s presentation that day, which did not surprise me in the slightest. Apparently that little detail had escaped Mr. Langtry’s attention, because he seemed legitimately surprised when he called for Group Two to step forward and I went to the lectern by myself.

“As you can see, ” I began, “I am here, quite alone. This is because the two dimwits who were forced upon me as partners failed to show up. I knew this would happen and I told Mr. Langtry well in advance this would happen. We all knew it would happen. Yet, despite adequate warning from me, he still allowed it to happen. However, being the resourceful person that I am, I did the entire project by myself—all three parts—and my group of one is ready to present The Sun Also Rises for your education and amusement.”

I was about to begin when Mr. Langtry, chagrined by my comments, interrupted me. “This is not acceptable, Alex, ” he said, apparently seriously. “This was supposed to be a group project, not an individual project. You are not allowed to do all three parts by yourself. I’ll have to give all the members of this group a mark of ‘incomplete.’”

There was a moment or two of silence, then all hell broke loose. In my 13 years of attending school since the first day of kindergarten until that very moment, I had never gotten a single detention, demerit or any penalty for misbehavior. My report cards frequently praised me for being “an ideal student.” That all went out the window in the next five minutes. There’s an old adage that says there’s nothing more dangerous than a patient man who has run out of patience. I proved that was the truth.

“What!” I yelled at the top of my voice. “I’m forced to do three times the required work on this project to make up for two useless idiots doing nothing...and you are going to mark it as incomplete? Are you insane?”

Even Mark, who had just sat down, thought that decision was appalling. “That’s outrageous, sir! Alex should be commended for what he’s done here, not penalized! We both told you this would happen and you said you would take his partners’ inactivity into account!”

“That’s right!” I confirmed. “You, sir, are a lying, sniveling little runt!” I picked up my three typewritten reports from the lectern, set them on a nearby chair. Then I lifted the lectern off the floor and violently tossed it against the blackboard behind me! It broke into half a dozen pieces. I then picked up a nearby yardstick and shattered it across the teacher’s desk. I threw the jagged pieces at Mr. Langtry who was sitting on a chair at the side of the classroom. One of the shards cut his forehead. I then marched toward the teacher, who was truly terrified at what I might do to him. I kicked his chair over, sending him sprawling backwards to the green tile floor.

A few of the female students started to scream. Everybody moved as far from me as possible—except for Mark who intercepted me before I could give Mr. Langtry the pummeling I had intended. “Don’t kill him, Alex! Let’s just you and I go to the office and tell Mr. Jennings what happened here. I’ll back you all the way, 100 percent. Let’s go.”

I was 6’1”. I weighed a solid 185 pounds at the time. Mark may indeed have prevented a homicide that day.

Anyway, we marched quickly into the principal’s office on the first floor. Luckily, Mr. Jennings liked me. He was the coach of both the school’s Quiz Bowl team and chess team. I was a member of both. He knew something was up by the wild look in my eyes. Mark and I explained in detail what had happened, the circumstances leading up to why it had happened, and that classroom 3G now looked like a warzone. He frankly had trouble believing that well-behaved, mild-mannered honor student Alex Robbins had suddenly gone berserk on a new staff member.

He advised me to go home for the rest of the day—which I did. I needed to cool off. Mark left too. He didn’t have to, but that’s what good friends do for each other in times of crisis. My parents, upon hearing what happened, first got on the phone to Mr. Jennings to express their outrage—at Mr. Langtry—not at how I’d reacted—and then went there in person to see how this unprecedented incident would be resolved. Mr. Langtry was no longer there. After getting his forehead bandaged by the school’s nurse, he had been told to go home too.

I was told later that night that I had been suspended indefinitely until an official decision about my unique “case” had been made. It turned out that almost every student in my home room plus all the students in Mr. Langtry’s American Literature class boycotted classes the next day and vowed to keep doing so until my suspension—however long it might be—came to an end. I was shocked at the level of popularity and support I had among my peers.

My suspension was quietly removed. I had to pay for the damages to the classroom, though, which amounted to $189.65. I wrote a check to the school for $190. I said, “The extra 35 cents is for Mr. Langtry. Tell him to go buy some integrity with it.”

Mr. Langtry never did return to our school or any other school. (A teacher named Mrs. Green came out of retirement to finish teaching that English class. There were no further incidents, of course.) Officially, Mr. Langtry was “on sick leave” but nobody was buying that malarkey. I later heard that he abandoned teaching altogether and went to work in his family’s antique furniture dealership. I made a point of never buying anything there until the day it shut its doors.

I also asked for permission to present all the sections of my work on The Sun Also Rises in front of the entire staff—minus the AWOL Mr. Langtry. I got to do my presentation one day after school had been let out, in the vast school gym, about two weeks later because so many people wanted to see it. I counted roughly a hundred schoolmates in attendance. I was deeply touched. I got an A+ from the other English teachers, which counted as my official grade. The two bimbos got a well-deserved F, their blowjob skills notwithstanding.

When Mrs. Fleming, my ninth-grade English teacher, officially announced my grade, she joked, “Frankly, Alex, because of your bad temper, we were deathly afraid to give you any other mark.” That comment got a big laugh from the large audience.

“Thanks, ” I said. “I dedicate this A+ to a lying, sniveling runt whose name I shall not mention.”

Part Five

There was one amusing epilogue to this crazy episode: Somehow Kelly and Joanne, because of their frequent absences from school and general obliviousness, were wholly unaware of the kerfuffle that had occurred because they had not shown up on presentation day. They had only heard that I had to make the entire presentation by myself—and, to their credit, they felt badly about it.

Joanne informed me, “Alex, we let you down. We want to make it up to you after school today...in the music storage room.” I agreed to meet them by the door about 15 minutes after the final bell of the day.

This time I got the full treatment—vaginal penetration as well as one of their excellent tandem blowjobs. I let the two willing girls do almost an exact repeat performance of their fellatio act. Instead of using a titty-fuck as a means of leading to a climax, however, this time I roughly fucked Kelly’s pussy, then I moved to Joanne’s snatch to do the same. (Their vaginas were tighter than I imagined they’d be. I still held those girls in low esteem, but the sex I got from the two of them was lovely.) A few subsequent and timely licks on my shaft by both girls brought me to another terrific orgasm. This time when I ejaculated, Kelly got most of my goo near her eyes and forehead. I came on Joanne’s breasts for a little bit of variety.

One week later, both girls officially dropped out of school, well short of having the required credits for a diploma. I never saw either one again.