Free Physical Education by Louisa Bacio Page A

asleep.”
    Amanda felt herself smile. “Reed happened to me.”
    “Oh, do tell,” Claire teased. “Was he as good as you imagined?”
    Flitting through the events of the previous evening, Amanda waited before answering. “Yes, mostly. We didn’t do much, but what we did do… can that man ever kiss.”
    The chatter of others in the bunk reached Amanda’s ears, and she noticed her two accomplices Sam and Johnny heading her way. The two seemed closer than the night before and, from first impressions, Sam looked more laid back. Less like he had something to prove.
    “So dish,” Johnny said. “What happened after your boyfriend chased us out of there?”
    “He’s definitely not my boyfriend,” Amanda countered. “Anyways, I’m more interested to what happened between the two of you?”
    The two men exchanged a simmering look with equally wide smiles.
    “Did I miss something else?” Claire asked.
    “Nothing too monumental, sweet cheeks,” Sam joked.
    At Sam’s comment, Johnny looked a bit stricken and then shook it off. “Just another night at Sex University,” he added, laughing.
    Amanda didn’t have much time to weigh Johnny’s light banter in comparison with his demeanor. Yvette walked up behind them.
    “Wilkinson, Singh and Short. I want to see the three of you in my office. Pronto,” Yvette bellowed.
    Johnny and Sam literally jumped when they heard her voice from behind them. “Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.
    She eyed Amanda in bed, and then turned around and headed the way that she’d come from.
    “Uh-oh,” Claire said, voicing all their thoughts, “looks like someone might be in trouble.”
    First, Amanda needed to get ready. “Give me five minutes,” she said, “and I’ll meet you in there.”
    With a nod of his head, Sam left for parts unknown. Johnny stood by the side of her bed for a few beats more, as if he was waiting to say something else and then he, too, left.
    “What’s going on between those two?” Claire asked. “One minute they seemed all chummy, and the next they had clammed up.”
    Amanda recalled the image of Sam’s cock riding Johnny’s stretched-open mouth and shook her head. “Not my story to tell,” she said, getting up and grabbing some clothes. “If I don’t see you at breakfast, hopefully I’ll catch you later.”
    By the time she had made it to Yvette’s office, both Sam and Johnny had already gone in. The door was partway open, and inside she could hear voices. She paused with her hand on the doorknob. She wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen once she entered, and she certainly wasn’t prepared for what took place.
    Three of the people present, she had anticipated. The fourth, Reed, she had not. Sure, she knew that he was one of the instructors, and it would probably be part of his duty to turn the curfew breakers in. That he would do so right away, without any seeming hesitation, surprised her.
    “Come on in, Ms. Wilkinson,” Yvette said. “It seems like not only do you like to break the rules, but you’re also rude enough to keep us all waiting.”
    “I had to get dressed,” she murmured, looking for a spot to sit.
    “And, you like to make excuses rather than owning up to your mistakes,” Yvette continued. “Please take a seat.” The dorm “mother” directed her to a spot opposite Reed. The chairs in the room had been laid out in an informal semi-circle, with Yvette in the middle of the arc. The office itself was decorated in a modern Asian infusion – sparse but comfortable. On the closest shelf next to her, Amanda took in a row of books that all seemed to deal with corporal punishment. The most obvious, “Crime and Punishment,” resembled the classic literary novel, except the cover showed a thong-wearing woman leaning over a padded bench. Her pale skin sported pink blotches on the rounded cheeks of her ass.
    “Found something interesting, Ms. Wilkinson?” Reed asked. Feeling her own face turn a shade of red, she