Group Project

Chapter 6. The contest

"Now we come to the final two bridges," Miss Jameson, "And as you know the rules were amended for them. Their bridges were in competition to see whose would take the greatest weight. So far only two of the bridges the other groups have made passed the one kilo mark and one of them began to sag when the weight had been in place for a full minute. I've already seen and marked their folders. Sarah's was beautifully produced with lovely colour pictures and historical information." She held up the folder and flipped the pages for everyone to see. "Ben and Nancy's was very different in its content. The appearance is smart and neat with a little historical information and some beautiful line drawings of old bridges but the content is very much more technical with diagrams of forces and a mass of ideas for their project. It was very difficult for me to judge one against the other; one was a coffee table book, the other a technical treatise. However I guessed Ben and Nancy had some help with obtaining the information so I'm giving them 9.0 and Sarah 9.5. The difference is very marginal. Now we come to the practical work so may we now all see the bridges you have so carefully kept hidden?"

Sarah's emerged from its box first. It represented a single span concrete arch, quite graceful had the gluing of the paper been a little neater. Ben carefully removed the shredded paper from around their entry and showed the graceful curved structure. It elicited many cries of appreciation but looked very fragile when compared with the apparent solidarity of Sarah's. "There is no doubt in my mind as to which bridge is aesthetically the most pleasing," the teacher went on, "but maybe I'm a little old fashioned. Which bridge do you youngsters feel is the nicest to look at?" The majority plumped for Ben and Nancy's. "I agree with the majority then and I don't think I can give less than a ten for this lovely bridge," she said. "Sarah's is very pleasing in its way so I'm giving it an eight. It seems such a shame we are going to test them to destruction in order to find a winner. I decided to award one point for every ten grams over the one kilo weight the bridge takes before it fails." Before beginning the test she asked both groups for details of the construction used and then finally announced the contest. Sarah's very solid looking structure withstood 3.25 kilograms before some of the glue joins failed and it began to sag.

"Wow!" exclaimed Miss Jameson, "I certainly didn't expect anyone to get anywhere near that number otherwise I would have revised my points system. You have 225 points Sarah. Very well done." Sarah accepted the applause and gave her opponents a grin as if to say, "You try and beat that!"

No one believed the fragile looking structure of paper and string that Ben set up between the desks could possibly take a bigger load, no one that is except the makers. At home they'd tested a similar model to nearly twice that amount. "Start at four kilos miss please," Ben said confidently.

"Your sure Ben? If it breaks at that we will never know if it could have taken 3.30 and just have beaten Sarah's."

"Yes miss."

All the class watched with bated breath as their teacher put a two kilo weight on the pan and then another. The bridge stood firm. She added another kilo and it was rock solid. "Class," the teacher stood amazed, "I think there is no doubt as to who the winners are and because it is such a lovely thing I am not going to test it further. I'd like to display it in the showcase for a while. Congratulations Ben and Nancy." She shook their hands. "We ought not to forget the extraordinary achievement made by Sarah. Her bridge withstood more than three times the load of any others. When I saw it, I couldn't see anything beating it, but it seems all that technical stuff I didn't understand in the B and N folder must have paid off. Very well done to all three of you." She shook all the hands of all three again. Sarah then gave Ben and Nancy each a hug and said quietly, "I'll pay my debt." Most of the class looked on in amazement. Sarah Beckinsall hugging Ben Jones, that was unheard of and all the more surprising as the two groups had fostered the illusion of rivalry by their comments to each other during the run-up to the contest.

The teacher beamed, "I'm also very glad you seem to be friends again."

"Mother and father are out Saturday night so would you like to come to my house and I'll pay my debt to you both." Nancy told her there was no need but Sarah persisted even in the face of strong arguments from Ben and Nancy. They arrived early evening in the agreed dress of sweatshirt and pants. Sarah was similarly attired and invited them into her bedroom.

"I wanted to do this, not just to pay off my promise but to try and cement a little of the relationship we had while at Ben's home." Sarah started what seemed a little like a rehearsed speech. "Over the last two weeks, we've made it appear we were still hostile to each other in order to boost the contest. There's no need for that now. I used to hate to look at you Ben but since learning more about you, I know you are a caring and sympathetic boy who I have grown to like and care about. A month ago, had I been forced to let you screw me, I would have been ashamed and disgusted. Now I'm offering myself willingly as a sign of my friendship. My body at the moment is far from perfect. Nancy, you don't have to worry, I'm not taking him from you and this will be a one off thing while you are here to keep an eye on things." Sarah paused for a moment while the others fidgeted a little and Nancy put her hand on Ben's shoulder.

"Likewise Nancy, a month ago I thought you nothing but an ignorant fat slob. The events of the past few weeks have completely altered my opinion of you. I know how caring and protective you are. In some ways I do not regret my outburst although I believe indirectly it was the cause of my getting the thrashing I had. Now I think I like myself better and thus other people as well. Please think of me as your friend now. Please." Sarah laughed, "End of soliloquy. Come on let's get to the main event. We've all seen each other with nothing on, let's get that way now and Nancy can warm my bottom ready for Ben to do his business."

"You don't have to Sarah," Nancy said.

"I do and I want to." She lifted off her sweatshirt and showed her still marked breasts and then revealed her bruised backside. "Twenty spanks Nancy with me over your knees." Nancy had followed Sarah's example and undressed completely. With one hand she held her new friend tightly on her lap and rubbed the proffered buttocks with the other. Many of the strap marks were still clear, as were some of the quirt lines where the thongs had curled between her legs and spread on her backside. She felt Sarah flinch slightly when she rubbed a little harder. "Do it Nancy. Don't keep me waiting."

Reluctantly she started but didn't hit with any great power. Even so the buttock cheeks coloured and felt very warm by the time they'd taken twenty and Sarah was beginning to shed a few tears. Nancy rubbed them gently for a little while. She could see moisture glistening around her sex opening, "I think she's ready for you now Ben and you look as if you're ready for her. Do you want her on her back on the bed?" Ben nodded. He was in two minds as to whether or not he wanted to do this but once he'd entered, his cock soon took charge and he fucked Sarah steadily and, with the control and experience he's gained from Nancy, made Sarah climax twice before he came.

For a while they lay side by side on the bed, Ben in the middle being fondled by both women.

After resting a while, Sarah sat up. "I wonder what the next project will be? Whatever Jammy Jamie decides, I think we'd better do it together.

Finis