Naked In School: Kelly - Monday (part 01/14)

My exposure to "the program" had been peripheral, having been in class with students chosen to bare their all for the sake of education. While not having been in the program I'd not dared to join the gropers because it would have bothered me if I'd been the "victim".

Just thinking about it felt like I'd be imposing on them. I have known for a while that I identify too well with others.

It also bothered me that seeing girls naked like that would get me so aroused; I was still afraid of sex. I'd seen others hurt emotionally that way and feared for myself.

Sure, there were the wild successes of couples formed by throwing a them together to provide mutual defense and emotional support. There were times I thought that someone was picking the people most likely to meld together like that, trying to provide a "good example" to the rest of us.

I wasn't exactly mister popular... I was more like a, well, a "nebbish", a non-entity. Sure, I stood out physically, but I did my damndest to maintain a low profile. Teen-agers are not known for widespread empathy towards others. I'd learned, early on, that those who stand out, for whatever reason, get to be hammered down.

I'd learned how hammers hurt, too.

On top of the fear, I couldn't help standing out, despite my efforts to remain invisible. I shared all of my classes with my namesake. Excepting for the middle name. And we'd been following the same schedule for three years now, ever since her family moved into town.

I could have blamed her for upping my visibility to those A-list people with their scarce hearts but seeing what she was going through hurt me, too. So perhaps there is some truth to "common enemies" helping to forge friendships.

So, despite our different genders, physical descriptions, skin colors and all... we were buddies, allied for common defense.

I'm Kelly Aloysius MacGregor, red haired (flame-color, not that wimpy copper color, but the orange variety) but an otherwise invisible boy. I'm not well muscled, I doubted my equipment would impress any of the girls given what I'd witnessed and not all that tall, only being 5'4".

Somehow using "Aloysius" as a "first name" just didn't cut it for me. And, because of her, people needed to know it just to tell our records apart. Because of all of this, I answered to the nickname of "Blackie".

My namesake was my opposite in many ways: Kelly Allison MacGregor wasn't related to me in any way I could see. Tall (6'2"), wiry, not well endowed (and had complained to me about it) and a beautiful chocolate brown color.

And there was no way she was willing to answer to Allie, so that was dead meat too. She was called "Red".

Yes, you'd think the names would be the other way around, and, yes, that's how one fellow taunted us, so we took the names and swapped them. This choice was funny enough that it stuck with our friends and spread.

Our parents must have been on drugs to think that a gender neutral first name was a good idea. Yeah, right.

So there we were, two people with the same name (excepting the full middle name, the same middle initial) in the same grade in the same school, one male, one female.

Despite the teasing we each got because of the other, we'd become comfortable sharing most of our classes in these three years. We'd been placed in identical classes due to a programming error and, when it got shaken out (Home Ec was almost fun given my normal shyness) the school system quickly learned that it really was easier on the nerves of the administration (and teachers!) to keep us in the same classes. It was fun to take shop with her and she helped me in the cooking classes; it was helpful that the schools had relaxed the gender-specific scheduling in the same time period.

Sure, we were very different, but we got along well enough. We'd become best friends since the idea of our becoming romantically involved brought hoots of laughter from each other, just imagining how to deal with the paperwork! We could even talk to each other about anything, even dating and sex, simply because we felt "safe" with each other.

We were over due for revelations.

So this Monday morning I had my wits scared out of me when I heard the announcement in Home Room: "Will both Kelly MacGregors please report to the Principals Office?"

There is really only one reason for that kind of summons this early on a Monday morning: "The Program" was getting this week's quota of fresh meat.

I dreaded this, and looked at "Red" in the eye and I saw the same kind of expression I had to be showing: abject fear.

From barely visible, the grey ghosts of the school, we were suddenly forced to materialize.

Don't let anybody kid you: she's a geek. We'd seen what happened to geeks in the program and it wasn't pretty. Even with some of the changes that had been instituted it was still tough on at least one of the parties in the buddy system.

I worried more about her going through this as we got up, figuring that she'd be miserable through this. At least she had someone to talk to: me.

Oops. We had been called. So I was going into the grinder with her.

Oh... Shit.

Well, at least the buddy system was reputed to work well. I also suspected they didn't mind grabbing people who were already buddies.

Looking back someone must've decided to choose us. In hindsight, it was almost inevitable for us to be called.

Ick.

We got to the principals office and the expected quick lecture was given, two small baskets presented, and we saw each other for the first time. All of each other. And I had to admit that I was not entirely displeased.

I'd kept my curiosity damped for so long that I actually took an interest. From her facial expression... so did she.

Undressing is difficult at the best of times, but, remember, Red and I were comfortable around each other every other way so the initial fear of being naked in front of the opposite sex was reduced. I knew she wouldn't laugh at me. She knew I wouldn't laugh at her, either. We'd proven our trustworthiness to each other through comfort mutually provided.

From what I've heard from others, we probably had one of the least traumatic experience undressing so far within The Program.

Mr Tilling looked on impassively as we removed our clothing, finally commenting, after we'd folded our clothing in the baskets, "I'm surprised you both handled this so straightforwardly."

He heard, in stereo, "Trust makes it easy". We looked at each other and smiled. It amused us when we had the same answer at the same time.

I suddenly looked over at Mr Tilling... he'd blanched, but Red's "attributes" then caught my attention.

Close to my eye level were two small breasts sporting the biggest and darkest nipples I'd ever seen (granted, not many in person) or heard of. The skin around them looked funny with a serious number of wrinkles. If what I'd read in the past was any indication, she was, well, "turned on".

Something in my head went "Yummm!"

The sound of "Yummm!" in my head coincided with the sudden awakening of my little head: my penis snapped to attention so fast that it almost broke off. If the rest of me could match that kind of performance I could have been successful in the Junior ROTC group.

I must've blushed. I looked up to Red's eyes (which met mine) and apologized with "I'm sorry. That wasn't very respectful of me."

She didn't take her eyes from mine as she answered "Hey, if you don't think it's flattering to me... I don't have any kind of problem with it. Keep it up!"

I groaned. I don't like being out-punned.

And it looked like Mr Tilling was breathing again.

With our business in shedding our clothes dealt with, we were dismissed so we could collect our books and head for our first class.

Together.

But that's how we'd been traveling for the last three years.

Now I'll admit to being worried, but worried more for her, since she was both a girl and in the minority, our school having fewer black students than schools in other parts of the county. It was my concern for her well-being that kept me from being scared for myself.

I saw her check my expression several times, it seemed like she was far more relaxed about things than I thought she should be, when everything between us changed.

She reached for my hand. Numbly, like a child in shock, I took it, and held on to it. Her face relaxed.

We'd never really physically touched before. Not like this.

OK, yes, we'd hugged, fully clothed, while one or the other of us was crying after being dumped, but that was different. There were no distractions here and now.

We had nothing to hide ourselves behind.

We walked through the halls, hand-in-hand, into the gauntlet of groping student. Together.

I could feel her strength flowing into me so I could relax, not realizing, until she talked to me at lunch, that she felt my strength flowing into her as well.

Hands touched us. We were being groped. Her nipples were still funny looking and I heard her gasp a few times as our fellow students ran their hands on her breasts. I gasped more than once as girls touched my erection and each would take at least one stroke from head to root. A lot had been learned from previous participants and we were reaping the fruits of that learning.

I could feel her responses to the touching through her hand as it tightened and loosened on mine and I knew the same path was passing messages the other way.

So when we got to Health Class we were both quite worked up sexually. Within minutes we'd gone from cold to boiling hot.

Health class, unfortunately, was not the place to cool down.

First period Health had never had a naked student much less two and our instructor was loathe to lose any chance at explaining things. Including contraception.

Red was asked, in front of the class, if she was protected.

She was cornered. I was standing next to her and grabbed for her hand again and squeezed it to let her know I was there to support her.

"No, I haven't. Should I be?"

"It's usually a good idea, and it's reasonably harmless. Would you like the nurse to come by and give you the shot so the others can see? I'm sure other girls in the class should know about this."

Why did she have to look in my eyes, as if they held the answer? I did my best to look back at her and squeezed her hand some more, trying to let her know that her mind was hers to make up.

So the only girl I ever trusted with my inner thoughts, my fears, my dreams... said yes.

Despite my fears of sexual intimacy and being judged by any girl I'd dated as, well, "falling short", I'd felt that Red and I were of a mind. Her choice to be fully prepared for sexual activity by being protected from pregnancy had me suddenly feeling left behind by her.

That she'd previously shared her own inner thoughts, fears and dreams with me was lost on me at the time. I don't think I had enough blood to run both my head and penis anyway. I'd never before really thought of her sexually, always suppressing any such interest stillborn; she was far too nice to risk losing as a friend.

The nurse came down when called, Red filled out the paper work (writing her full middle name) and signed off on it, got it witnessed by both Mr Somma and the nurse, and the small needle came out.

I did hold her hand during the quick injection into her other arm, but I couldn't watch; needles make me queasy.

That's when I made my first mistake... I pulled her hand up to my lips and kissed the back of her hand.

Calling this a mistake is a misnomer, but things started to crystalize at that point. I was still in denial that we could ever mean anything to each other...

In the process of leading up to the shot her nipples had softened and gone flat. While I knew that this was supposed to be an indication of sexual excitement in a female, I'd been too dense to realize that she'd been sexually excited by me , not just the situation.

Kissing her hand had the effect of getting her attention: her head snapped around to look at me, her dark eyes, as soon as I focused on them went black as the irises opened and that's all I could look at. I was captivated.

A hand waving between us snapped us out of our mutual stare. Looking around, I saw a picture of us on the projection screen, flipping between a picture giving a close-up of my eyes and her eyes.

Mr Somma made a comment about wishing he was teaching psychology this period. "I'm sending these pictures we took of you two to Miss Caruso."

The others were giving us funny looks.

Finding myself still holding her hand, I kissed it's back again and released it. I have no idea what it was from, but her hand left a pleasant aftertaste on my lips.

The lecture covered the medical form of birth control that Red had just been given along with the strengths and weaknesses of the technology. We soon branched out into other methods, like barriers. He pulled out a small foil wrapper.

"This is the basic form of barrier contraceptive, I'm sure you've all recognized what it's supposed to be, a condom. How many of you know how to put one on?"

It's funny in retrospect how many of my fellow students had no clue. I already knew that Red had seen 'em with one of her boyfriends, and had applied it, but she'd decided not to go all the way and gave him a hand-job with it. Like me, she'd been afraid to go all the way.

Since she'd raised her hand she was selected to demonstrate how to unroll one onto an erect penis.

I am certain you can guess who was selected to provide the erect penis. A painfully erect penis.

She took the package from Mr Somma (who then pulled out a large box of them), opened it, and showed the others how to orient it properly so it could be unrolled. She then took my erect member (for the first time in her hands) and gently (with some extra unnecessarily exciting squeezes) unrolled the condom onto me.

Now we all know that "real" blue-balls is a myth, though one that had been acknowledged as if real by "The Program", but I will admit to some discomfort having been near eruption on and off for even this short a time.

So when each of the five girls who'd had no experience got their turn to put one on me, well, I hurt more.

Each was coached to roll up the one on my prick and then go through the exercise of opening a packet, orienting it correctly, finally unrolling it onto me. How I managed to avoid ejaculating until the last one (a tiny blonde named Miranda) is a mystery. As she unrolled it onto me I lost control and started to fill the barely-on condom with my seed. Miranda didn't freak, only exclaiming "Wow! He's coming!" to the rest of the class.

As if my groaning, facial expressions and shaking didn't get the message across to the rest of the class. None of these five girls had returned to their seats, staying by the front to watch the action. The look on Red's face didn't seem to reflect comfort on her part so she was probably a bit worked up.

We had time after my climax (and disposition of the rubber receptacle) for the female condom to be brought out and I was talked through how it is deployed.

Now I'd had experience in playing with a girl's pussy, and had learned how to touch a girl to please her, but had never gotten beyond that. Even when a girl had been ready to go further, I'd never felt ready, always afraid of doing "it" wrong. This was the first time I got to see my best friend Red's pussy as intimately as she'd seen my dick. This seemed so much more special to me.

Despite the audience.

And, in trying to deploy the female condom, I'd discovered that it can't be conveniently installed on a woman who was still virginal without stretching her out by hand... and I wasn't ready to do that to my closest friend. I'd managed to hide my efforts to bring her off as clumsiness on my part. She smiled at me as she came back down. My apologies to her in the face of her happy smile were insincere, of course, and I could tell she knew.

Some of the guys were more than willing to volunteer to do so when the issue was brought up, but Mr Somma stopped it there. "It's not a 'reasonable request' to break a girl's hymen unless SHE asks first. Kelly, here, isn't ready for that, are you?"

Why did I feel good when she told us she didn't want to get popped?

We ended the class with a discussion about virginity and what it meant... and didn't mean. Along with the history behind it's "social" value.

It didn't seem all that long before the bell rang and we moved out to our next class, English.

On the way out I heard one girl tell her friend that she wished she'd claimed ignorance in putting condoms on. It felt strange to think she wanted to touch me.

Our English class was, if anything, more comfortable, since the sexual tension we'd had in Health was finally reduced. Additionally, the thrill of having a naked student in this class had long since been satisfied by others, so we were of little interest.

Our normal mode was to choose seats next to each other. Since early on in sharing classes this worked as a way of covering other's backs against the cruelty of other students.

And, it struck me during English...

We'd been pushed together by social pressures for so long that we trusted each other as we could no other. I'd never felt the level of trust in talking to any of my girlfriends as I felt with Red. Heck, my current girlfriend was nice enough but seemed too eager to "get serious", and, as much as I wanted to finally have a chance to fuck, I was uncomfortable "just fucking".

Maybe I'm odd but I wanted it to mean something both to her as well as to me .

Red's last boyfriend had been a complete jerk (IMHO) since he hadn't considered her needs and I thought she'd lucked out when he'd dumped her for a more "enthusiastic" girl.

When this hit me, I turned to look at her face and found her turning to me seeking each other's eyes-- and finding them.

The Program had pushed us much closer together than we'd ever been before, all in mutual defense. We already knew each other's secrets. We'd already helped each other over the pain of rejection. So, in just that moment...

...I knew. From her eyes I could tell that she did, too.

It was too early in the week for this kind of revelation. No matter how much The Program's had a rep for pushing up romantic agendas. And we'd never considered romance as a possibility between us.

But we'd already been intimate of mind, soul and heart. I now re-heard in my head her estimations of boyfriends and could hear "...not like you are", just as my own descriptions of my girlfriends to her hadn't included their comparison to Red. And I'd measured every girl I'd ever dated against Red.

What kind of relationship was this? I knew I cared deeply for Red and felt protective of her. She'd told me of her own desires to protect me as well, usually heard when one or the other of us got dumped.

And neither of us had ever been the one to do the dumping.

We managed to break the mutual look of... adoration?... we were giving each other and returned our minds to the class room.

We now knew we'd have time.

Once you know it's easy to see that you have time. There was no longer any hurry to learn about each other... except physically.

And we were already getting to do that. Rather more quickly than either of us was quite ready for.

We'd seen others in the "buddy system" walking the halls hand in hand so I didn't hesitate to hold hers. Even when The Program was done with us I'd want to hold her hand.

Already my hand had felt empty when we'd released each other on entering English class.

When we arrived at gym class, though, I had to surrender her to the boy's locker room as I entered the girl's, my hand becoming empty again... and I felt empty, too.

Today we were using the pool so I got my sneakers and socks off and left the locker room quickly, avoiding my current girlfriend Kim who was in this class with us.

As much as I liked Kim I couldn't quite handle hurting her by breaking off with her. She was nice enough but also more than a little vulnerable, and it hurt me to think of dumping her.

How was I to know?

Gym class and swimming was easy on us all and I got to talk to Kim who seemed distant. Since she'd been feeling under the weather on Friday night and Saturday, I'd not seen or talked to her over the weekend.

Sharing a shower with a lot of girls was odd... but I could deal with it in a businesslike fashion. The girls were not so uncomfortable with me there, either, so I guess my size was unintimidating.

Math came next, before lunch. Walking from the locker rooms we quickly joined hands again and smiled at each other. Our pleasure in each other was palpable to us. Kim went her own way, not speaking to me. I wondered if I'd done something to annoy her...

Red helped me through the Math class. As usual. She had a knack for knowing where I was going wrong and being able to get me pointed in the right direction. And it was nice that our Math class had already exhausted the things you can do with nudity by that time.

At lunch though, we saw Kim and aimed to join her, carrying our trays. Kim was sitting by a buddy of hers named Max... who was rubbing her back. Suggestively.

Red's eyes met mine as we spotted this little tableau and we moved to sit next to each other at the same table. It is funny how much her eyes spoke to me at that moment. She saw it coming and only the warmth of her eyes cushioned me while waiting for the "bad" news to arrive.

It certainly explained the week-end.

I was half-way through what some nutritionist thought was a good school lunch when Kim finally spoke up with, "Blackie, I'm sorry to tell you this now, but Max and I have decided to date. It's over between us. No hard feelings, OK?"

No hard feelings, yeah. I'd heard a joke that impotence is just nature's way of saying that.

Under the table I put my hand on Red's knee and squeezed it in as friendly a way as possible, thanking her for being at my side.

"OK, Kim... What was wrong?"

Kim looked me in the eyes... and it wasn't like what I'd had with Red at all... and told me that she felt we'd been going out too long and that she didn't want to be "out of circulation" any longer.

Well, that's girl-speak for "you didn't get serious with me" which was honest enough for my needs. It was like a weight lifting off of my shoulders.

I told her that I understood, nodded to Max, and said "Good luck, you two."

I turned to Red, looked her in the eye, dragged up her hand and kissed it again, and whispered "That clears the decks, doesn't it?"

I didn't get to finish lunch; the period was over before we could look away from each other. The hunger in my heart that neither Kim nor any of my other girlfriends could fill was gone. My stomach knew enough not to complain.

So we got up together, dumped our trays, reclaimed our books and proceeded to our next class, Psychology.

And, despite the stimulation of being with Red all day, my level of happiness that replaced my apprehension left me happily flaccid, hanging like Florida does on the map, and even Red's nipples had been relaxed. Despite the poking, prodding, groping and stroking my erection didn't return and her nipples remained content in their slumber.

We soon discovered that Mr Somma wasn't kidding as our Psych teacher, Ms Caruso, had our pictures up on the projector from her computer, flipping between our eyes. Kim was in the same class with us so I figured a lot of stuff was going to hit the fan, with the realization that she'd done us a favor.

"Class, here's some pictures Mr Somma sent me this morning, figuring that you'd get a better idea of emotional commitment from them."

I was worried but Red seemed happy as Ms Caruso zoomed in on our eyes.

"Do you see the size of their pupils?"

I finally looked close and saw nothing but pupil; my blue eye color was almost completely missing. It was harder to see with Red, though, given her warm dark brown eyes, but her pupils were also dilated. WFO. Wide Open.

Just like mine.

I turned to her again, she was watching the screen, rapt. When she realized I was looking at her she flashed a smile that hit me the way I thought drugs would hit: I felt no pain, no doubt, no worry. I'd seldom felt this good. And I could not resist smiling back at her and I saw her face reflect how I'd felt. It was a mutual affect.

So we were surprised when the lights came back up and we were directed to the front of the room.

"Red, Blackie, look at each other closely again. Red, how do you feel?"

She was looking in my eyes, so relaxed, almost dreamily, her voice sounding musical in my ears, answering with "Valued, cared for, defended... wanted... loved."

I could feel my own internal agreement with those words to describe my own feelings for this girl with whom I'd innocently shared so much of my heart with. My contentment increased with each moment.

I heard, as from a distance, Ms Caruso ask me how I felt just then and, as if detached, heard my reply, "Ditto... and content, happy."

I had no doubts at that eternal moment, before the next question, "You and Kim are a couple, doesn't this complicate things for you?".

More of my mind came back from where it was napping so I could frame an answer, "Not any more, she dumped me at lunch today. I wasn't what she wanted and I'm no longer sure she was what I wanted."

I faded back into contentment.

Now I'd had some experience with mongo pain-killers when I had my wisdom teeth pulled but none of them made me feel anywhere near as good as I felt now.

"Blackie, what do you want from Red?"

I heard the question, but I couldn't think of anything I really wanted from her, but the question had been asked. "I don't know if I want anything more from her..."

And I drifted off into contentment and listened, passively, as she was asked what she wanted from me.

I heard her voice say, "I have what I want, though someday I want babies...."

That this didn't shock me should be a surprise, but it made me think about children with her, even given our ages. I could feel myself smiling more broadly. Then came the next question, asked of Red: "Have you had sex with Blackie?"

My own mind was answering silently to me: no, not yet... as I heard Red answer "No, I'm a virgin, but soon, soon."

"How soon?"

In her dreamy voice I heard "now sounds like a good time..."

"Blackie, are you a virgin? And who do you want?"

I was able to answer this while calmly drifting with "Yes, I am, and when Red is ready, so am I..."

A shiver ran through me, did I really admit that?

"Blackie, Red, you're both feeling very rested, calm, now wake up, look around..."

I snapped into full wakefulness, looking around, feeling very calm, comfortable and alert, how'd that happen so fast?

Ms Caruso took the lead "Kids, you've just seen both Blackie and Red hypnotize themselves. They weren't even aware that they fell into it, either. Both of you, by the way, need to pay enough attention to not do that around others, you understand?"

Considering how much we'd bared beyond our mere bodies, yes, I think we agreed on not wanting to be so vulnerable again soon.

It was Kim who decided to ask the first question, "Are their eyes so hypnotic, then?"

There were sounds of disagreement before Ms Caruso silenced them all again with "No, eyes aren't all that hypnotic. A focal point is all that's really needed. For one reason or another, Each Kelly finds the other's eyes worthy of attention, and so each hypnotizes themselves. That takes a level of trust you don't often see."

I had to speak up with "Well, considering how much fun people poked at us and the insults, we were the only people we could really trust, so..."

"...when people would insult Blackie I'd feel for him, just as ..."

"... if it had been directed at me."

Ms Caruso was chuckling. I wondered why and asked her what was so funny.

"You are both so physically different, but, when you were finishing each other's sentences, it was like twins. You two... well, I've seen long-married couples, happy, I might add, that aren't as well integrated as you two are."

The rest of the class started snickering. I looked around, just as the teacher did, confused. I saw Red smiling, "Yes, I can buy that, yes, I guess we're integrated..."

Then it hit me, it was a pun on "racial integration". I'd never even seen it as funny; sure, Red's black, but being my friend outweighed everything else. I stuck my tongue out at her and she laughed, adding "You're lucky we're on school grounds or I'd find a better use for that tongue..."

I rocked back... we'd never kissed. We'd never even TRIED to kiss. We'd seldom hugged, even with everything that had happened today. Heck, kissing the back of her hand today had been the first time I'd done much more than squeeze her shoulder like a good friend.

Kim apparently decided to be catty about this, saying "Red, he's a lousy kisser. Just warning you."

I saw Red's lips tighten, followed by her nipples, which brought me back to attention down there. Red hit her back with "I'm sure I can inspire him. I'm willing to teach him and even learn from him, too."

The look Kim shot her was worth paying for; in her effort to insult me Red slapped her down. I kissed Red's hand again.

Saved by the bell... or were we?

We re-entered the gauntlet of corridor, holding hands again, being groped and neither of us paying much attention to such distractions.

The next class I termed "Survival" because nobody could come up with a more congenial name than Home Economics, which really covered a lot of territory in how to survive outside our parents' home. It concentrating on detailing what I termed the "threat environment" (I read WAY too much military SF and it shows).

There's never much specific use for nudity in Home Ec so we weren't needed as models, excepting "protective" clothing when trying to cook something.

Playing grab-ass with oven mitts is a new experience, let me tell you.

Mondays we get another lecture on nutrition, dieting and problems in feeding a family when one girl asked, out of the blue, how many calories were in a man's semen. That stopped the discussion instantly.

We just stared at her. Sarah was a bit heavy and always in the midst of some kind of diet, always looking for some way to lose weight.

So the teacher turned and googled for it. "It says here that a full ejaculation is about 5 calories. Not much for so much work."

I couldn't help it, "Kinda like the bite-size milky-ways in the mylar wrappers... it takes more effort to get it open than you get back when you eat it."

A titter ran through the group. Red added "And I'm not sure it'd make that good an exercise regimen, either" which got a stronger reception amongst the girls in the group.

Sarah looked upset, so I added, "Actually, an interesting question."

Another, one of the A-list girls, said "Yeah, my boyfriend says it's got protein and is good for me."

The teacher, Ms Goodwin, looked back to her screen, answered "Nope, no value either way. Not enough to make a difference."

One girl, Judy, the prude of the class, said "Well, it's so disgusting!"

The three other boys in the class edged further away from her.

The class went down-hill from there.

In all of this I'd managed to forget my nudity since the discussion wasn't touching on the subject.

Our next class for the day was a study hall.

Now Red and I don't like to sit in the auditorium, so we had joined the library squad to give us a congenial place to stay. Sure, there was work, but the library was a pleasant place to work.

Arriving at the library the senior librarian smiled at us and pointed me at the books on a cart to be re-stacked and Red to the desk.

The library seemed such a different place while nude; from an implied sense of decorum to... this. I worked my way around with the cart, collecting books that had been pulled and left on tables, every now and then meeting Red's eyes as she paused in going over the lists kept there.

Mrs Biddle was monitoring the students using the internet PCs (a task I occasionally had). Even though all content was electronically monitored for the school psychologists to review, there was no outright censorship. The librarians were there to enhance the ability to access information, not to deny it.

I remembered the history of computers and the Internet and how the information students could access was heavily filtered and censored, all in an effort to "protect us". The damage done when the filtering companies got into the process of political endorsements was the end of that as a problem.

So librarians, instead of saying "you're not allowed to see, read or hear about this" were there to teach us how to learn from the many disparate information sources on the web, all so that we could examine subjects from many angles. It was a case of making sure that we would do "good research" on issues.

Even sexual issues. And some of the sexual material that people I'd helped look at had bothered me. A lot.

And, in learning to function as adults, nothing teaches trust more than by being trusted.

The schools psychology staff was not interested in a student unless specific triggers were hit. It took a lot of obscure indicators before they would intervene to arrange counseling for a student. We'd heard rumors of suicides averted but such was kept very private.

I noticed from the corner of my eye that Mrs Biddle was moving in on one girl, Samantha, who seemed to be looking at something with plenty of flesh tones. (The repeaters over each terminal allowed content to be roughly monitored.)

I shrugged; I'd seen it before. Mrs Biddle was there to make sure that they got a good cross-section of information and didn't take "just one site" as gospel. (I'll admit she intervened with me and showed me a site with a lot of stories to read and how "story codes" worked, which helped my book-knowledge a lot. I learned a lot about the kinds of things that turned me on... and off.)

So I was startled when I was waved over to Samantha.

"Blackie, can you show her how to check her sources?"

I nodded and sat next to Samantha, who suddenly seemed very startled. "Oh, I'm sorry, Blackie, I didn't know you were in the Program!"

I shrugged. "No problem. Let's see what you're looking at here..."

I saw a completely red-faced girl sitting next to me after I clicked the forward button and a site about female bondage appeared.

I was the naked one here and this was the perfect time for some gentle teasing: "Wow, that's pretty mild stuff here. If you wanted something really hot, you'd use these kinds of key-words..." as I keyed in google and plugged in the list of key words.

"So, what did you want to know about bondage?"

She was very red. "I wasn't looking for bondage, I was really looking for emotional bonding."

Oh. That was completely different. I nodded, backed off and googled again putting together another search for her. This one was less embarrassing to her than having me sit next to her.

I showed her what kinds of skimming to do to get a feel for the "quality" of information about the subject matter. We got into a whole discussion on the subject when I felt Red's hands on my shoulders; when I tipped my head back I found my forehead dampened by a kiss.

I was getting tired of my penis; it snapped to attention again. At least it seemed to match the response of Red's nipples. I spoke to her, "Hi, Hon, you OK?"

She smiled, went "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" as an affirmative answer, and pulled up another seat next to me.

When I turned back to Samantha she was goggle-eyed, looking at both of us, checking our faces. I glanced back at Red and saw a content face.

"You guys... are together?"

In the corner of my eyes I could see that Red was nodding in sync with me. Or was I nodding in sync with her?

I saw Sam's face suddenly fall; seeing things like that can still hurt me, I don't know why, so I asked "What's wrong?"

Well, the question was in stereo, we'd spoken the same words at the same time and then looked at each other and smiled before turning our attentions back on Sam.

Sam looked like she was stunned, finally squeaking out, "I'm attracted to Red, here, and I wanted to know if something is wrong with me."

Oh, that answered a lot. I was somewhat relieved but I saw Red staring at her, looking confused.

Considering the disparity in height between myself and Red, well, her nipples were pretty close to my eye level and it was far too easy for me to talk to them, but Samantha?

Sam is a tiny little girl, in some ways ostracized by those with little sensitivity in school. Barely 5 feet tall, she was, despite her age, still a "little girl", with narrow hips, no breasts and thin as a rail. Realizing what she'd been going through without having a close friend to cover her back, as I had in Red, was not a comfortable thought. Mousy brown hair, brown eyes, the kind of un-person I would have preferred being. I knew she was bright but I'd also seen her at the mercy of the A-list, too.

So Red got up, Sam's face looked fearful, then Red sat down on her other side, and took her left hand. I could hear her voice telling Sam "Don't worry, we understand, no harm done, you're OK, you hear?" The fear in Sam's face faded quickly to be replaced with bliss.

I nodded even though Sam wasn't looking in my direction except for her nervous glances. I took Sam's other hand and, as I had with Red, kissed it's back. Sam's head suddenly snapped around to stare at me in shock.

"Red", I said, getting up, "you want to help her with her research? Take good care of her, OK?"

I saw them both smile at me, then I kissed Red on her forehead and said, "I love you."

I'd finally said it. I'd known it since English class, but this was the first time I got the nerve to say it.

I heard Red echo my sentiment... and the feeling that ran through my blood was very, very, very good. The look of fear crossing Sam's face didn't impact me beyond recognizing she was uncomfortable... but Sam isn't Red.

I don't think I needed my shoes after that exchange. It seemed I was walking on air as I cheerfully put books away.

There are always books to be put away in an active library so it is an impossible job to finish; Red and Sam walked up to me as the bell rang.

I saw Sam look me over, her eyes lingering on my inflating dick. She glanced at Red and asked "Can I touch him?", then turned to me, "... and her?" It was like she thought we belonged to each other.

Well, maybe our souls were entwined as closely as our names.

"The Program", I started, "doesn't do much for exclusivity. You ask me about me or her about her but touching is not an activity you have to ask permission for... but, Sam, thank you for asking."

We entered the hall and I felt her hand wrap itself around my half-flaccid member and looked over to see her hand on Red's vulva.

No, I could tell, her fingertips were in Red's vulva. My dick was throbbing in her hand and Red's hand reached for mine as the three of us headed for our computer class, Sam leading us. We still got groped but only one person tried to compete with Sam for possession of Red's vulva and Red stared him down and growled when he tried to pull Sam's hand loose. "It's not reasonable to interfere with someone else, you know."

A part of me worried that Sam was due for more abuse because we'd just raised her visibility.

I had plenty of girls looking over and touching the exposed head of my penis so my throbbing member was really ready by the time we got to our language class, French. We both needed relief by this time and, when asked, little Samantha brought off Red and then finished me by hand.

With the pressure off it was a lot easier to concentrate on the class, and Samantha chose to sit by us. I'm kind of glad that Mr Babich didn't find a use for us as examples that day. I do think I spotted a speculative gleam in his eye when class ended, though.

Once out of French we headed to the last class of our day, Art. Samantha shared that class with us too.

Now I'll admit that my meager talents are no match for Red's own eye, for she had talent aplenty. She lacked much of the skill needed to carry it out, though. I had the technical skill, but, alas, not the eye for interesting composition.

We reached for smocks before looking around the room and stopped dead in our tracks; there was a set of pads on the little stage where a model would stand and I realized there was a good chance we'd be the models. I think I got goose- bumps.

Our instructor, Mr Biddle (the junior librarian's husband) came out of the little office and greeted us, adding "Yes, we want you both as models. We'll set you up once the bell rings."

One of the side effects of this whole school nudity program was attendance; fewer students wanted to be absent, and cutting class had dropped off a lot, even for the last class of the day.

That was fine when you're not naked, you know. But when you are the naked student(s), well, attendance is much more closely monitored. Cutting class was impossible for us this week.

Of course, neither Red nor I tended to cut classes anyway. It's not like we had anywhere to go. Right then, though, it might have been nice.

The upshot of all of this is that we had full attendance in this class.

We could really have used a smaller audience. I could see Red's agreement with my whisper on her face, too. "At least I won't have to try drawing..." she whispered back and I had chest pains holding the laugh inside. She'd found something positive to this situation!

I wasn't expecting the poses we were asked to get into.

They were not, by any stretch of the imagination, innocent.

The first pose was the easiest, though-- me on my back, Red on her side curled up to my side, head on my shoulder, a leg over mine.

There was no doubt in my mind now, someone was stacking the deck; I'd never felt so content in my life. Our relief at the beginning of the previous period certainly cooled any ardor and I realized that Red was comfortable cuddled up to me.

Our class included one student photographer, Peter, who was walking around us taking pictures that were up-linked directly to the teacher's computer; the projector was circulating through the pictures to help people in their sketching. He caught me kissing Red's forehead in such a way that our expressions were clearly recognizable.

Red's "happy squeaky" sound echoed within me and intensified my feeling of contentment. She must have been hearing the same from me.

We were given a break so we could get up and walk around.

I knew what I wanted by this time... so I took and didn't release her hand. We discovered here that there were differences in interest, as we attempted to walk in different directions. We would recognize the stretch, look at each other, get an idea of where the other wanted to go, looked around, and seemed to work out a compromise that didn't inconvenience either of us. It seemed automatic. I don't know how it worked or why it worked.

Eye to eye, though, we both agreed to look over Sam's shoulder.

Sam was what both Red and I wished we were: both talented and skilled. She had a sketch that seemed to capture our happiness right at the moment I'd stretched kissing Red's forehead, focusing on our faces.

Flaccid no more, I was already at half-mast and rising and Red's nipples were doing their job too.

The other ringer... uh, "good artist"... in the class, Bart, had drawn our bodies together capturing a reflection of our comfort and relaxation.

I'm not enough of an artist to understand how so few lines can work to express so much... but it worked.

Then again it was reminding me how I felt. My knees were almost wobbly and I realized that Red had a like reaction.

Now my response was waving in the air, of course, and was immediately obvious to the eye. I had to look and realized that her pubic hair looked very wet and matted and she was rubbing her legs together.

So getting called back to the stage was not an inconvenience at all; it was almost a relief.

Until we were posed.

What was he thinking ?

She was positioned straddling me, my penis rubbing her clit as she was positioned over me with her hands next to my head.

And that wasn't all, I had my hands placed on her breasts.

Now others had touched her breasts today, many times. When I was directed to do so myself, I tried to look apologetic (despite the distraction of her wet pubes on my pubes) as I touched them for the first time in my life.

Her nipples were almost as hard as, well, myself, only, as they grazed my palms I got harder, and started to throb.

That's when we found each other's eyes again... and fell.

Oh, we held that pose but not for the class; we enjoyed looking in each other's eyes and time passed in a too-short moment.

When we got interrupted and could stop "posing" Red smiled and stroked me, we both moaned ... and I started spraying my semen on my belly and chest.

As I started to soften she continued stroking me and I did my best to squeeze her nipples, it took what felt like an eternity before she came on top of me.

We heard the scratching of pencils on paper as she started down from her orgasmic peak and our eyes met in a happy smile before she leaned down and kissed me, getting my mess all over her own belly and chest.

Despite the "no PDAs in school" rule.

Yet more pencil-scratching.

We finally pulled apart reluctantly. Both of us were now marked with my issue as we shakily stood and walked around to look at the drawings our fellow students had drawn.

I learned more about art that day than all of the time I'd seen it before; photographs show you what is, with a minimum of fuss and maximum accuracy. Art shows you the feelings. Artwork speaks to the heart, not the head.

Well, except maybe the little head gets the point right away. Despite the sudden relief of pressure he was still quite awake.

Samantha's work floored me, she'd captured our look in a way that almost spun me off again. Her very quick sketch of Red in ecstacy had my knees weak, as did the drawing of our kiss.

It seemed that an artists eye-- and hand-- are not a given. Just as I might have been able to draw more quickly than Red, I would not have seen what she could see. What she would see she could not have drawn quickly enough. With my lack of an "eye" I'd have mimicked a camera which, really, isn't much of a "value add".

An eye for art is not a common thing and an ability to use the tools to express what was felt quite rare as well. So of the class less than half had captured the feeling of these moments. Most were good technically, like I would have done, but few showed the "eye" needed.

Mr Biddle walked up to us and reassured us about something we'd stopped worrying about: "Guys, no problem with the PDA; you were posing and I was actually hoping for that. You are both good subjects, especially considering your differences. I'm hoping you'll both enjoy this for the rest of the week, too."

I'm not sure I was comforted by this declaration, but had to make something clear; "Mr Biddle... uh... that was our first kiss."

Mr Biddle turned white and apologized "I'm sorry, that really should have been private, just between the two of you, not for the whole world to see..."

Red obviously took pity on his stricken look. "No, don't be too concerned about it, but we'll want to pick out copies for us to keep. And, really, for us, well, " she looked me in the eye and smiled, reflecting how I felt, "we felt like we were alone."

He still looked upset, but at least the class time was over.

Once the bell rang signaling the end of the school day we made good our escape.

But where to?

My habit would be to head for home right away, but I was a bit anxious about Red, and, on top of the question, we did need to reclaim our clothing.

Taking a cue from previous "victims" of The Program we did the opposite: we dressed each other.

I have to admit that it was fun to help her into her sports bra (running my fingers over those wrinkly nipples did funny, shivery things to me) and help her step into her panties, getting another clear, unobstructed and close view of a girls pubes. Very wet ones, too. I enjoyed this opportunity, both visual and olfactory. The smell did a lot for me, and I gave the small patch of hair just above the slit a peck as I slid her panties up.

Before any of her outer-wear went on it was my turn in front of our mixed audience; my t-shirt was nothing special... yeah, right. Her fingers bumped my tiny little nipples so they were tingling when she got down to help me with my jockey shorts.

By this time I was seriously erect and our audience was making comments about my outstanding organ when, just before my shorts got to my prick, the end of it was kissed... by Red.

I know I can recharge quickly, I mean it, but this quickly? Spraying her face with a load of semen this soon came as a surprise to us. Even I hadn't been aware that I'd been that ready.

So her face, hair, neck, shoulders and chest got a sudden set of wet and whitish strings (which didn't take long to turn clear) and she smiled at me, finishing the process of pulling up my underwear.

As I came down from the sudden high, I thanked her and even (despite my squeamish nature) kissed her before continuing our dressing of each other.

Red and I held each other's hands as we proceeded to her house; I was not sure my parents would be very pleased to see Red's current "make-up". Heck, I was concerned about Red's folks, too, but her mother tended to be out regularly in the afternoon.

We didn't luck out, her mother was home.

Red's mother Sylvie watched us come in the back door and seemed amused when she asked us about school today.

"So, how'd school go together?"

I let Red do the talking. "Well, I was placed in The Program today, so I had to go through school naked. That wasn't so much fun."

"So, who did your face? And when?"

Now my worry of rejection went up. I got along with Red's folks pretty well, as Red got along with mine. Our parents had met numerous times before becoming close friends. Had my sexual enthusiasm damaged that relationship?

"I had fun dressing Blackie outside the school, so, when I put his underwear on him, I kissed it and got slimed. What seems the most weird to me is that I liked it. Almost as much as I liked art class."

"Art class?"

"Yeah, you guessed it, they got us to pose."

We dove into recounting our day and didn't notice when Red's younger sister Marcie came in from elementary school, until she started yelling "Mommy! Mommy! We were all naked in school today!"

Red and I just looked at each other. Her mother looked at us, adding, "Didn't you hear?"

We shook our heads, like twins. Sylvie smiled at that as she had Marcie sit down, before explaining "Yes, they're taking whole classes, fourth grade and below, and have them all nude. The idea is that it won't mean anything sexual to kids her age and they can get used to it."

Well, Marcie was eight, in third grade. Yeah, I could see it, but her comments told more and made it sound, to me, like it was a good idea.

"Mommy, yeah, we all had to undress. Some didn't want to undress so they got transferred to other classes. It was funny how different boys are from girls and... do you have hair too? Like Miss Walsh?"

"Yes, honey, I have hair there too. So does Red."

"And Blackie, too?"

"Yes. When you get past a certain age, it'll start to grow there. It's completely normal."

The eight year old looked down at her own crotch despite the clothes and you could see the confusion.

"Honey, show your little sister, all right? Blackie, you can too if you want, so she has something to compare."

We shrugged and disrobed in front of Marcie and her mother.

After dealing with it in school it wasn't as frightening. Then we saw Sylvie ditch her own clothing. Soon only Marcie was wearing any clothes at all as we sat back down.

Obviously I was more interesting being a boy, so Marcie came over to me and looked at my equipment and asked "Blackie, What's that?"

She wasn't pointing at my penis; she was pointing at the dried material on my stomach. I blushed. I looked at Red's mom, who nodded. "It's dried semen. I got too excited in art class and sprayed myself and your sister. It happens with boys. But the boy won't shoot it out until he's old enough to grow hair."

She looked funny at this, then went to her sister, and told her "You got a lot on you, not just on your belly, but on your face."

"Yes, sis. I liked it, too."

"Does that mean you'll have Blackie's baby? I'd like to see you have his baby."

"No, sis, besides the use of a contraceptive shot, it is supposed to go inside."

Now the look on a 3rd graders face when she hears this is something I wish had been caught on film. That look of disappointment and utter confusion on her face was priceless. "Inside? Where inside?"

Oh, God. Just what we need, sex-ed for a 3rd grader. I was not comfortable providing this level of detail for such a little girl.

And, to make things worse, my little brother Mark, in the same class as Marcie, was knocking at the back door. Just as Red and I were buddies, so were Marcie and Mark. Marcie went and let him in, no second thoughts about our nudity.

"Hey, bro, you're..."

"Yes, I'm naked. Just like you were in school today."

"Yeah! It was really different, seeing what girls really look like! Am I really gonna grow hair like that? And what's that stuff on you?"

Marcie decided to tell him, "Yes, you will, when you're old enough. And that's some-en or something like that."

"Semen, Marcie, Mark, semen. It's the stuff that makes babies."

"Yes, mommy, but, Mark, they told me it has to go inside. And there's a shot a girl needs..."

This time Red decided to explain things to make sure she did not misunderstand. "Sis, Mark, listen to me. The problem with doing sex things is that it is so easy to get pregnant, another word for making a baby. So I got a shot today so I can't get pregnant, even if the semen gets inside me. And, sis, you have to be careful."

The serious eyes she gave us were huge.

Mark though was more curious. He looked at us, then asked "Can you show us?" Marcie suddenly started nodding.

"Kids, really, I think that my first..." I started.

"... time should be between me and ..." Red continued.

"... Red." I finished.

That's when Sylvia asked the question I didn't want to answer just then, to anyone but Red. "So, both of you, when will that be?"

I stammered out "S-s-s-oon. If she still wants me."

"Mom, can I take him up to my room and show him that I still want him? And can I lock my door?"

Sylvia shook her head. "Please, not right away, all right? I want to talk to Blackie's parents, too, and make sure they are still as comfortable with this as we are."

That word ... still ... implied something.

I turned and saw that both my brother and Red's little sister had undressed and were looking at each other. I saw Mark looking over Red and then Marcie. So I realized that his curiosity had been awakened as he went up to Red.

"Red, can I touch you?"

At first she seemed surprised and agreed. I could see that Marcie was looking me over, so I added "And Marcie can touch me if she needs to compare."

We watched both of these children checking each other and comparing parts of our bodies with their own. It was, in a way, a very unexpected thing to see. Red's mom watched this strange scene, sitting there placidly, but left the room when Mark started to compare Marcie's hairless slit against Red's. It was soon my turn and we discovered that Mark could sport an erection given enough attention while the attention I got brought me to a boiling point. Red's sudden moan of release was the final straw; apparently Mark's efforts at exploration were more effective than expected.

So Marcie got decorated by me... as my mother walked in the back door.

My mother watched me spray down this pre-teen little girl who was still holding my penis as it jerked and fired.

It's weird, but you really have to catch your breath before you can feel mortified. Especially after an unexpected orgasm like that.

And my mom made the world turn on it's side, saying "I always thought you preferred someone more your own age?" Her wide smile confirmed to me that she was teasing me.

I was blushing and Marcie giggled. She had stepped back and was taking a close look at the sperm on her chest and belly, some of which was dripping down to her hairless mons. Mark was looking over her, looking appalled. "What happened?"

I looked around and it was my mom that answered "Mark, dear, she was touching him enough that his body couldn't help but shoot out his semen."

"But what's it for?"

Sylvie had returned in time to watch this disply and chose to answer, with "If it was in the right place and the right time and the like, it would mix with a woman's insides to make a baby."

The eyes on both of these kids got wide.

Strike that. VERY wide.

Until Marcie asked "So will I get pregnant? Even though its on my outside?"

Red shook her head, "It's not likely. You remember that I bleed?"

Marcie's eyes popped open again as she nodded.

"In between those times, well, my body drops an egg... no, not like a chicken, you know, I don't cluck, right?"

(I snickered. She wanted me to laugh. My mom and Sylvie were both smiling at this.)

Marcie nodded that she got that far.

"So if I didn't have my period... what that bleeding is called... my body wouldn't be ready to make a place for the baby to grow."

I saw this little girl rub her belly.

"So, Marcie, it should be a few years before you have to worry, but getting that white stuff down there" pointing at Marcie's pubes "is not a good idea if you didn't get a shot to keep you from getting pregnant."

Both kids were nodding... and I could see they weren't as interested any more. They tore out the back door again to play on the swings and slides, oblivious to the decoration on Marcie's belly and chest.

My mom walked over and put a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it to remind me of her comfort with me. She sat down next to me as Red's mom found another seat.

"So, son, I hear that you and Red are actually finally ready for the big step. I was surprised to hear that you're both virgins, though."

"Yes, daughter mine, I thought you'd broken yourself in with Ricardo. You saved it for Kelly here?"

I saw her nodding, I nodded with her, our eyes meeting.

We were in a safe enough place and, well... we fell. Deep.

I heard my mom and Red's mom talking to us and thought one of us answered the questions, but it wasn't important enough for me to worry about or remember in detail. I was content to sit there and look at Red's face and eyes. The relaxed and content look on her face felt very good to me.

Awakening from this kind of trance is annoying-- I'd been very happy to sit there, but, looking around, found dinner almost ready and the table being set by Marcie and Mark.

Marcie still had lines of dried cum on her. I asked why she didn't wash it off and was floored by her answer: "Because it means you like me, so it feels good" and my girl's little sister gave me a hug... which I returned.

Both of our fathers were there as well. It looked like a big shared dinner tonight.

That everyone was nude was a surprise but... not all that important. Red's dad told us "Go take a shower, you two, and Red... wash your hair real good, ok?"

"Red, you gonna use the upstairs? I'll use the one down here."

So Red's dad added... "No, you shower together. Save some water."

My dad advised us "You don't have enough time to fool around and do it right for each other, just wash up and make it quick."

I'd turned to face them, and, before going, reached out for Red's hand... and found it quickly, she'd been seeking my own hand. The feeling of pride I suddenly got from her happiness to be with me was almost overwhelming.

We got.

We showered, washed our hair (her short curly hair felt very good to my fingers as I washed it) and did some hugging and kissing both under the water and once dry. Kissing a slick wet woman is a rather exciting experience.

Dinner in the nude is weird, but, strangely... relaxing. I'd occasionally been at odds with my parents, as had Red, but nude... it was hard to be upset with them. It felt like they were more open to me not thinking that it was a reciprocal situation.

The discussion... about when and where our defloration should be... was far odder. One doesn't expect a girl's parents to be encouraging their daughter's defloration.

I kissed her before leaving, in front of our folks.

I thought to make it a quick kiss good-bye, and we kissed.

What is it with our parents?

I was stopped and coached, by both sets of parents, how to hold her. Sylvie guided my hand in squeezing Red's butt cheek as she leaned down to kiss me. We kissed, no hurry this time.

Well, I liked how I was embracing her, so that part didn't bother me. Her nude body felt very nice against mine. And my body was letting her know how much I liked the feel, too.

So when I backed off from the kiss, I heard Sylvia going "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh" in a disapproving voice. I shot her a questioning look and my dad said "Surely you guys can do better than that. Don't go shy on us now. C'mon..."

And I heard her dad add, "Yes, Red, you can do better than that."

Exasperated by this, "What do you want? Any more of that and I'll burn out!"

My mom smiled at me. "You won't burn out, but you will like it, hon."

Red's mom added "And, Red, you want him to have to have to jack off all night long. C'mon, kiss him."

It wasn't like we didn't want to... it was that we were a bit intimidated having our parents as an audience. So we gripped each other and rotated into another kiss, which deepened. It was not long before I lost myself in her.

I have no idea how long that kiss lasted... it could have been for a whole week and it would still have felt too short. It was anxiety over our audience that snapped us back into the "real" world, and we looked around at our folks.

They were smiling, looking exceptionally pleased.

What did they want from us? I was happy with her in my arms-- and me in hers, it was obvious to me-- and I wasn't willing to let her go. I wanted her, she wanted me, so why did our parents think they needed to push us closer together?

But... closer together was good. Very good. Red was so very lovable to me, and I wanted her to know it. Kissing seemed to be a good way to let her know...

So we did it again... and we didn't stop until I went off, spraying her thighs down with another dose of DNA. We stopped at that point and looked around at our still nude parents.

Both of our mom's had wrinkled nipples and, looking down a bit, their hair was soaked, looking matted, and our dads were sporting respectable erections.

My dad cleared his throat to tell me: "Say good night to your girl, son."

Turning back to Red, our eyes met again, I lovingly told her "I love you, sweetheart, and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

Beyond blinking, our eyes didn't leave each other as she answered "Oh, I love you too, and I don't want you to leave, but I'll see you tomorrow. Don't dress complicated, right, dearest?"

I smiled, "Yes, and same for you... hon."

As we released each other Mark came to the kitchen, followed by Marcie. I saw them look at us, closely, and Marcie pointed at her sisters legs, "It looks like he missed again. Don't they want to do it right?"

This cracked up all four parents and we left.

I kept looking back, watching her face in the window, as we got in the car and backed out.

It hurt to be apart from her. In just one day I'd gone from comfortable in her presence to dependant on her presence.

Oh, yes, I had to masturbate. More than once. Hearing my parents' bed squeaking didn't help either, it seems they kept waking up, which woke me up.

So it was a fitful sleep filled with dreams of love mixed with nightmares of loss.

The nightmares of walking the halls at school naked were nothing now compared to the feelings of loss when I awakened... alone.

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