Naked In School: Kelly - Tuesday (part 02/14)

Tuesday morning seemed to take forever to arrive. I'd not slept as well as I would have liked so the night seemed to last forever, especially considering how many times I had to beat off.

Even though Red and I had not consummated our relationship we both knew, already, that our parents were encouraging us. It was like they knew we would fit.

No, worse than that. If Red and I hadn't already cared so much for each other, it would have felt like we were being pushed into an "arranged" marriage. And I don't always see eye-to-eye with my folks. There are times when I don't feel like they care what I'm going through... which is just one more thing that Red and I have in common and even supported each other through.

It had been even more surprising last night, over dinner, when my mom suggested that we do it in front of one of our classes, adding "I realize that it is good for one's first time to be an intimate, one-to-one kind of thing, but, really, I can see that you guys are already oblivious to an audience. Sure, you can try waiting until after school, but, really, you should consider doing it there. Like in your art class, while posing. You both told me you enjoyed that, right?"

Red's parents had nodded, agreeing to this. Her father said "Really, guys, we're surprised it took you both so long to catch on to each other. And I want your classmates to see what good really is, too, by seeing the best."

Over dinner we'd looked at each other. Best? Best? I knew she was the best, but me? I'd expressed this and found Red to have the same kind of feeling, but about me.

With that kind of reassurance that Red gave me, I was very pleased. With the exchange, she was pleased as well. You can bet we smiled at each other a LOT over dinner.

But that was last night. Having woken up alone was a drag.

So this morning my mom asked me if I'd beaten off already as I prepared to depart for school. I grunted, not willing to actually tell her that I'd taken care of that pressure. Of course she read right through that.

"I'll take that as a yes, then. Have a good day at school, and try to give Red a very good day, all right?"

I decided this was the time to ask, my mom's job as a psychiatrist be damned. "Mom, why are all of you pushing us together? Has all of this been planned? And, as nice as I think Red is, why us?"

My mom smiled at me, before answering: "No, sweetie, we didn't have anything to do about you two meeting. We saw you two together and kept an eye on things... and saw you develop a closeness the rest of us wish we had. It didn't take much to realize that you both loved each other despite not taking it physically, so, well, all four of us parents are serious opportunists. Realizing that we're likely to become in-laws, that's when we finally discussed you both with her folks and decided to encourage this. They'd also seen, you know, that both of you were made for each other. You and Red are already inseparable."

Inseparable.

She nailed it. I'd never felt as comfortable away from Red as I did when with her. Even this morning I felt empty. My mother, however, can still read me.

"Now, sweetie, get to school so you can be with Red again."

I felt a rush at the thought. Reassured, I got.

I'd dressed for simplicity since it wasn't going to stay on me; it was a ludicrous ensemble, chosen only because I was not yet ready to walk to school in the altogether, after all it was only Tuesday. So there I was, wearing my gym uniform, consisting of shorts and a t-shirt... with no underwear. I was a bit more self conscious given my white socks that I hadn't even thought about yesterday.

Meeting Kelly ... and a crowd ... at the school entrance, we were encouraged to undress each other.

Undressing each other wasn't going to be much of a project.

We matched.

Yes, she'd worn her gym uniform as well. It seems we did think alike, but ...

Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

It did feel like a good thing to me, though.

At the same time, I paid more attention to myself... and my feeling of being "complete" had arrived with her this morning.

I peeled her shirt off and discovered she'd not bothered with her bra. Given her small breasts the bra really had qualified as over-kill except to minimize her nipples.

The no-kissing rule kept me from kissing her mouth, but the rules did not, in this case, keep me from kissing (and even sucking on) her nipples. I then worked my way down and kissed her wet and fragrant mons as her shorts got peeled down.

Well, I didn't mind so much when it was my turn but Red proved to me that my morning's frenetic masturbation session was futile-- I came again... all over her. Admittedly, she kissed my erection just enough...

We'd forgotten our audience in the midst of this action; they applauded and hooted "good show!". We heard thanks as we blushed, making room for the next couple in the program to undress. They didn't even try to put on a show by undressing each other so their disrobing was nowhere near as exciting as we'd apparently been. Of course, we hadn't been so interested in putting on a show anyway as we'd just been intent on teasing each other.

And perhaps that was what our audience had found exciting.

So when they finished we were still standing there, holding hands. They were still blushing.

Now Billie and Bob were a cute couple but were so different from each other; she was just a little shorter than me and Bob was almost as tall as Red. Despite his size I could now tell that even erect, he didn't seem to have much more between his legs than I did.

I am surely insecure in wanting to avoid being near the bottom of the pecking-- or would that be pecker?-- order.

The bell rang and we headed for our homerooms to check in for the day.

We only have Health on Mondays and Wednesdays; on Tuesdays and Thursdays we have Dance... to music older than our parents. Friday was our first-period Library day. So we weren't in front of Mr Somma again, we were in front of Mrs Morreale.

Now Dance was mostly slow music, big band (I'm told 1930s and 1940s, but wasn't there a war then?) and even some early Rock and Roll, stuff older than my grand-parents... and we were expected to dance to it. We'd been taught the steps and we'd been practicing them in class.

Yeah, it was called ballroom dancing, and, yeah, now I saw the pun, given my nudity.

So my first partner today was Sally, a pretty blonde girl who I'd dated a few times before she'd moved on. She did seem happy to have me, a naked boy, as her partner. Red's first partner today seemed desperate to avoid getting close to her, probably because of my still drying semen splattered across her front.

He got spoken to and finally got close to Red as the music started.

Oh, shit, a Tango. Which made it harder to forget that I was quite naked... and Sally certainly knew it.

After that dance we switched partners. Normally we went through three partners per class in rotation. I did the counting in my head and, no, Red and I wouldn't be dance partners this week.

Darn.

I would have liked that.

This was tough on us since dancing left us pretty excited by the time we got to English. Neither of us declared a "need" for relief so our excitement was slow to ebb.

English class gave way to Gym. It wasn't a big difference since it was another pool day, though it was nice in the water, swimming with Red.

Showering afterwards got me more attention than I expected as the girls were touching me in the shower and it seemed like they held a contest to stroke me off... the winner got a chest full of semen, almost immediately rinsed off, to some cheering. I wondered how Red was doing.

I cannot explain, even to myself, how wonderful I felt when Red rejoined me from the boy's locker room. Hand in hand we compared notes, oblivious to the touches in the hallways as we made our way to Math. I was not pleased to find out that one of the boys fingering her wanted to go further and had to be talked out of it by the gym teacher.

Again, math was math, a real pain. I'd developed a strong dislike for arithmetic and math inherited that distaste, even when dealing with geometry.

Lunch was a bit easier today; we found a table out of the mainstream and sat, side by side, to eat.

We had a comfortable lunch (once the bench under our butts warmed up enough) despite the other kids choosing to sit at our table... like Billie and Bob.

We had a pretty good conversation going about the program with them and they did listen to our suggestions for getting more "fun" out of it. Since neither of them were virgins like us, they were far more comfortable with the sexual aspects and had already used the bleachers yesterday afternoon. They were still uncomfortable with the audience, though.

"Well, for us..."

"... the audience disappears. Because all I see is her ..."

"... and all I see is him, so it's easier."

The look on their faces as we ping-ponged was funny. Red and I looked in each other's face and smiled before looking back.

We managed to finish the alleged food on our trays today, unlike yesterday. Given the taste (or lack thereof) I am still not sure if this was a good thing.

Psych wasn't the hammer-blow it had been yesterday and Ms Caruso greeted us pleasantly and asked, quietly for our ears only, if we'd "followed through". We shook our heads and Red told her that it would be soon.

It's funny how she congratulated us and hoped that we'd be happy when the time came.

Today's class veered into hypnotism but this time we weren't chosen as subjects, it was all about the "theory" behind hypnosis and how it could be used as a tool in helping people. Some of the comments seemed eerily familiar.

Had my head already been messed with? My quick anxious glance towards Red was mirrored in her own face.

My mom had said they didn't arrange anything between us at the beginning, but I started thinking... and realized that she admitted to later "encouraging" us. I'd have to think some more about this.

Home Ec, for a lot of folks, alternated. That included us. On Mondays and Thursdays we'd get Home Ec but Tuesdays and Fridays we had Wood Shop. Wednesday we had a study period which we worked in the library squad.

So wood shop was very different for us; we were working on a trestle table and a computer desk. I was having fun doing the table even through I was still in the rough-cut phase. The shop apron was not as comfortable given how rough the material was, and I watched as Red complained about the apron edges catching her nipples. She spent most of shop with extremely hard nipples.

So I was doing some of the additional cuts needed and, just like Red, I was accumulating sawdust on my skin and in my hair. This could get uncomfortable.

The period was winding down, we put our materials away and, thinking quickly about our comfort, I led Red over to the shop-VAC and started running it over her hair (and my own) in both major places, before collecting sawdust from other parts of our bodies. I vacuumed her, she vacuumed me, with enough touches to inflame anybody, returning the favor.

By the time we left the wood shop her pussy was weeping... but so was my dick.

We had Drama three days a week and were working through an ancient play called "Don't Drink the Water" and both Red and I were stage-hands. Wood shop was helpful here as we worked on the sets, though today we were doing some painting.

Under normal circumstances we would have considered the need for the smocks we usually wore over our clothes, but, hey, there was no real need since we didn't have to worry about them.

So we discovered a whole new way to decorate ourselves with little blue dots of paint that spun off the rollers. We did wear the goggles but had no thought about our skin.

I didn't even think about myself, I was looking at the dots like freckles dusting Red's breasts and my pointer suddenly saluted. The small droplets of paint were all over her.

And I thought it looked adorable.

Red, however, hadn't paid much attention to me until she realized that I'd stopped painting, and looked towards me, saying "What's..." before she stopped and stared at me taking a close look at my face. It was reassuring to see her body respond as mine had even before she realized I had little choice but to stick it out.

That's when I started looking at myself. We were a matched set with sky blue paint spattered on us.

On her it looked good. On me?

We shrugged at each other and returned to work, painting, and didn't try to clean it off of us before heading to our French class. I actually liked the way she looked with such a silly kind of decoration.

It's funny how much more attention we got in the halls with the paint on us, all out of proportion to previous days. It was to the point that we asked for relief... and we chose to do each other.

I'd heard stories from two years ago how one couple had done each other in Bio class and they'd bonded. The stories had varied, though, about whether they were already "together" before that display. For us, we already knew, and started on each other, eye to eye, murmuring to each other. It took no time at all for us to come, and, again, Red wore the decoration. I licked my hand clean (I had to admit that I already liked the taste) and I shuddered when I saw her lick her hand clean.

I almost needed relief from my relief.

I do not like French. Why do inanimate objects have gender? Heck, why do body parts have gender? Why is "le bra", the arm, masculine, while "la bouche", the mouth, feminine?

Despite my dismay with this language I still was slightly more comfortable with it than Red. That's not saying much. And with Mr. Babich's hair combed over, well, he didn't make an attractive picture of a Frenchman.

The bell rang, allowing us to escape from French, but the feeling of escape ended suddenly at the door to the art studio. There was extra lighting, a bed and what seemed to be the whole photography club and the folks from the "Media Center" with TV cameras.

Tuesday! It was only TUESDAY! What were they thinking!

Sighing, we joined the rest of the class gathering in the room and were directed up to the modeling stage.

Looking around at the group ... along with Red ... I noticed that, for once, we were out of sync. Red's nipples were fully erect. I mean FULLY, the dark zone around the nipple thoroughly wrinkled. A quick glance down and I could see her pubic hair was soaked. The drying streaks of my semen on her body added to the impact.

I really need to find a way to pay less attention to Red, I really should. Within seconds my body showed how ready and willing and able it was. I was hard. It was throbbing. And the blood supply to my brain was already impacted.

Now we were "in sync" again. Darn.

Mr. Biddle came up to us, "I don't know why, but both of your mothers came to the school and demanded we do this, in writing."

That's when the door opened again and our mothers walked in to the art room, wearing the little sticky "visitor" badges.

I groaned. In counterpoint. Red had groaned as well.

Here we were, about as turned-on as you can get, and our mothers walk in. I started to soften.

My mom walked up to me, looked down, and looked me in the eye: "Listen to me, son... look at Red and get that up."

She must have messed with my head, she must have. I started to do as told when I concentrated to fight it.

I heard Red's mom telling her to look at me again.

I was starting to get pissed off. I reached for Red's hand, finding it instantly. She was also a bit pissed off; I was reassured that it wasn't at me.

"What are you guys..."

"...doing here..."

"...and what do you expect from..."

"...us right now? What did you..."

"...tell the school..."

"...to get all this set up?"

Our ping-pong delivery, I think, left them dazed. Our hold on each others' hand provided each of us the strength to stand up to our moms.

Red's mom said, "Well, missy, I expect you to pop your boyfriend's cherry. Here. Now. In front of cameras and artists. Is that so terrible?"

Actually, it was terrible. Terribly exciting. I could feel my erection restore itself to full inflation and spied Red's nipples extending, in counterpoint to my own renewed excitement.

Red was still upset, despite the betrayal of her body. For myself, I was displeased by it not being all my own choice. My parents ... and her parents ... wanted us together.

It wasn't that I didn't desire Red, I did desire her. I'd desired her for a long time, in fact, but had hidden it from myself.

After three years at each other's side, going through the pressures of change as we matured, comforting each other from insults, slights and rejection ...

... and now pressure to do what we wanted to do.

Red's mom Sylvie turned to me, her eyes flashing. "You do want my daughter, don't you?"

Back me in a corner, will you? "Damn straight. She's the BEST person I know!"

My mom did the same to Red in challenging her; I saw the smoke from the ears and the flame from her eyes as she echoed my sentiment.

What? I was startled. She was far more wonderful than I was. She looked a little startled when she realized the full import of my declaration. We turned to each other and looked into each others' eyes, into the other's soul, and the three words came out of us, in front of a large audience, in stereo: "I love you."

We heard a cheer from our audience, snapping us out of our exchange of adoration.

Looking around I saw my mother smiling. So was Red's.

"So, son, are you going to consummate your commitment?"

I really had to get a clear answer about this. "Mom, what is this really about, why does this feel so... arranged?"

It was Sylvie who answered "No, kids, we didn't have to do any kind of arrangement between you, that was all your doing. We're just getting tired of waiting for you guys to settle down a bit... and making love to each other will be so much easier on all of our nerves. I want my daughter to be happy: she's been happiest around you. I've watched you too and you're happiest when you're around her. So, both of you, what's wrong?"

Could I answer this? In front of the class? I almost felt like I had to answer the question.

Before I could change my mind, I answered her with "But I don't want to hurt her! And I don't know what to do!"

There, I said it. My nightmare. I just admitted that I knew nothing about actually having sex, much less making love.

Despite having read about it. And having seen videos. That my parents had provided. Sure, having sex seemed simple, but sex itself was one thing.

Making love to someone... that was different. And I didn't want to "just have sex".

So I didn't want to face Red at that moment of confession. She gave me no choice, I found myself wrapped in her arms, her head atop mine, and heard her say, "I don't want to look so foolish!"

My mother told us both, "You will both do fine. Don't worry about it."

I reached around Red with my arms and hugged and scratched her back getting the reward of happy sounds. The nipple in front of me (and at the side of my head) matched me in utter hardness. I looked closely at the flecks of paint and thought about them and my excitement continued to rise.

With my eyes closed I realized that the clicks I heard were people taking pictures, but I didn't think about them. I was in my love's arms, she was in mine, no one else seemed real to me at that point.

Not even my mom.

Not even Red's mom.

We shifted, my head tilted back, her lips met mine... and, just like last night's session, our tongues met, starting with gentle strokes, tip to tip, and working to run the flats together. I barely had enough brains to coordinate kissing her and rubbing/scratching her back. Her own ability to scratch my back was decaying at a rate identical to my own.

We eventually made it to the bed, continuing to kiss and touch, laying side by side, my head finally matching her, my right arm cradling her head, my toes scratching her shins.

Toes? I didn't remember pulling off my shoes. Something, really, to worry about later.

The difference in our heights didn't bother us much since it seemed our naughty bits weren't far apart in this position.

She initiated the roll that placed me on top of her, putting her legs around my hips, her hands insistent on my back. I shifted position and... my dick was rubbing her muff.

We moaned. Together. In stereo.

That's when I got startled, and looked around; a hand had grasped my member and placed it at Red's entrance. While I was shocked that it had been Red's mom placing my member at her daughter's entrance, Red's moan of pleasure grabbed my attention far more effectively than Sylvie had. I lost all interest in any audience as we returned to kissing and Red started squirming.

God alone knows how many years of evolution I was fighting.

I loved the girl in my arms. I'd just this week learned to worship her physically in equal measure to her mind, heart and soul. I knew she was a virgin, I didn't want to hurt her, but her motions were getting my body excited enough to slam myself home.

I could feel myself at her entrance, the rich nerve endings on my glans letting me know penetration was starting.

Evolution won, but not without help. My ass got swatted and, with an animalistic roar, I slid into her, unable to stop until our pubic hair was mixing.

Fully seated, my mind cleared just enough to hear her sigh, which caused me to forget about being struck. I remembered the moment of resistance at the very beginning but I hadn't heard or felt her react to pain.

My eyes still closed I told her "I love you so much. I hope I didn't hurt you."

She spoke in my ear "I love you too, this is wonderful, I've wondered how it would feel, I've asked around, but... it's more wonderful than I could have believed."

Nature took over as I drew back before plunging again.

Rewarded by a moan of pleasure, a sound I liked and wanted to hear again, I repeated the action and was rewarded once again by my love's voice making a sound of pleasure.

Maybe I hadn't known what to do, in detail. I was learning that my body knew enough of what to do... and what it liked. And that it was smart enough to do things that my mate liked.

There was just barely enough blood to run the portion of my brain that allowed me to love her through this physical act, guiding my body for her pleasure as well as my own.

Our eyes met, I smiled, she smiled, and we reached to kiss each other, our eyes still focused on the other.

Our lips met as our dance paused, then we backed off the kiss and returned to that most ancient of rhythms, alone in the world.

As a widely read teen-age boy, I've heard my age gives me an ability to "fuck like a bunny". Despite a powerful (and mutual) relief less than an hour before, I was ready to flood her with my seed. I was very ready.

Yet, despite this, she was more ready, groaning and climaxing underneath me, my member feeling her insides pull on me, her eyes losing mine at that moment of physical orgasm.

There is nothing like a woman coming like a freight train under you to carry you over. My own eyes lost focus.

We came down, our eyes regained their lock, we kissed again, and rolled onto our sides, still closely entwined, our bodies still joined.

The physical pleasure of our coupling had been wonderful. The emotional pleasure of having coupled and now holding and touching each other afterwards was, in it's own way, a far greater reward. We kissed, we cuddled, we scratched and rubbed each other's back. We spent the time in our own world, eye to eye.

When we calmed down enough we remembered our audience. We'd just deflowered ourselves in front of our art class, the photo squad, the media center's TV cameras and our moms.

I think I was more upset about our moms than the rest.

So, with a final gentle kiss and an "I love you" we each looked around.

My mom had worn a pants suit today. Not smart. The crotch looked like she'd wet herself.

Okay, so she'd wet herself, but it wasn't urine. I saw wet spots on quite a few of the girls in jeans and even some of the boys had spots too.

Sylvie, Red's mom, had worn a dress, but she was sitting in a chair watching us with a hand between her legs.

I finally spied the clock... school had ended twenty minutes before and the room was still full.

This full room was still quiet, so quiet we could hear the ballast in the fluorescent lighting and some pencils drawing on paper.

Samantha broke the silence, with a question: "Red, when I'm ready, can I borrow him?"

Red cracked up and nodded, saying, "For you, Sam, I think I can cope with that. But everybody..." she grabbed me into her arms again, "... he's MINE!"

I think she reads the same kind of stories I do, but her declaration of claim to my heart ran through me like fire in my veins. I could enjoy hearing her say that again and again, despite the implied possession... but two can play at that game; I added "And Red's MINE."

That broke the final silence and we got some laughs from our claims and heard some applause. Mr Biddle's wife was in from the library, curled up to him, and it looked like he was crying.

My mom walked over to us and kissed each of us on our foreheads and said "I knew my son would get it right his first time ... and I'm glad he picked the right woman. I love you Red. I think that's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

Red and I stared at each other, speechless. Red's mom was shaky as she staggered over and touched her daughter's shoulder, "Hon... I'm... speechless. I can't wait for my husband to get home."

My mom, standing behind her, was nodding. Hard.

There are things I do not want to know about my parents.

I paused for a second, realizing that my parents should not be so interested in my sex life. Why would they bother to this degree?

We were slow to untangle as the media squad took their TV cameras and tape machines away, the photo club wandered off but our art class was still there with us. All of them. Our moms helped each other out of the room. Neither seemed all that steady.

I swear there is something wrong when one's parents are that happy. It just seemed unnatural.

Even though it was late we got to see the drawings from both Monday and today. Everybody caught something from this experience though the sketches done by Bart and Sam still outshone all of the rest.

And were re-awakening us, too.

We were finally on our way out of the building surrounded by our art class and being questioned. Red was asked by several girls how much it hurt to lose her virginity and I heard that it had not been quite as pain-free as I would have hoped, but Red then added "... but, it was him. I love him. I know he loves me, and would never want to hurt me, so it wasn't his choice for it to hurt... and he did it for me. Oh, yes, I know he enjoyed it too, I wanted it to be good for him, but I knew he was doing this for me... so I did it for him, too."

And it's funny how loved you can feel holding hands and "talking" just by little squeezes and smiles.

We got to the changing area and reclaimed our clothing, such as it was, and dressed again. It was getting a bit more difficult to dress at the end of the day. It was like our nudity was no longer much of an issue. Clothing didn't seem as important, either.

So, before leaving, we undressed each other again, my eyes locked on her glowing eyes.

I'd wondered what love really was, never being quite as comfortable talking with my girlfriends the way I could talk to Red, never able to trust them to the same degree.

There had been a discussion in Psych about "Love" and what it was, and one word that had popped up was intimacy. I'd not understood then any more than the rest of the class had.

Now I did. Fully. I'd been intimate with Red for so long, an intimacy of the mind and heart. Now we'd just added physical intimacy, which seemed to draw us in even closer together. Our history allowed us to trust the other not to laugh or criticize. This had all been possible BECAUSE I knew what she wouldn't do, as she'd known what I wouldn't do.

So it was strange to realize that intimacy was completely dependant upon trust, that your partner has no interest in hurting you... and it seems that Love is bound in that.

We walked to Red's house and found a note in the kitchen for us to proceed to my house, with our homework books. OK, we'd do that. The temptation to dawdle did get considered but if they were all waiting for us, we'd need to get a move on.

At my house we walked in to find our families working on dinner. Everyone was in the nude and our parents pleased that we'd arrived in the nude ourselves.

My mom announced: "Dinner is in about 40 to 45 minutes, so you guys go take a shower. Red, if you're not sore, you guys have enough time to have some fun. Mark! Marcie! I want you to help them wash each other. If they need any kind of help I want you both to help them. Also, remember that you can ask them questions. Some they won't be able to answer right away, so be patient. Oh, yes, if they don't make love, you let us know."

The two kids seemed happy.

Red's dad asked her if she was sore. Red, smiling enough to blind people, told him she wasn't. He smiled.

Sylvie was whispering in Red's ear, I didn't catch it. Red smiled, so it wasn't likely to be a problem. Whatever it was, Red must be sure I wouldn't be hurt.

It might come to me as a surprise, but I knew where Red stood.

We were guided into the master bathroom with the big shower and I started the water, and we were soon under the stream of water, with the kids there.

"Kiss her, we want to see you kiss her..."

Well, it's not like I didn't want to, so we started... and realized that these two children were soaping us up.

We broke loose for a moment and I discovered that Marcie was scrubbing my legs as Mark was scrubbing Red's. The blue paint was finally coming off.

We returned to our kissing session, already in progress. We didn't miss much, of course, since we were busy catching up for time lost in the last three years.

When I felt Marcie's little hands washing my balls and dick while erect it felt wonderful and I could tell that Mark was working on Red's vulva by the way our kissing varied.

Soon my chest... and Red's... were being washed. This felt good. Soon the only thing left was above our necks, so we pulled away to rinse off the soap. I was encouraged to sit down on the seat and then guided into an odd arrangement.

Red was then asked to sit on my lap... and she complied, facing me, and there was a hand holding up my hard dick which she sat down on. I heard Marcie and Mark going "Oooh" while watching my love work her way down to full penetration.

We started kissing once she reached bottom and I could feel the little squeezes coming from her... and then we had to close our eyes and stop kissing while the kids washed our hair.

I must admit that I enjoyed the attention like this. I was fully embedded in my lover and our younger siblings washed and rinsed our hair. The rest of our bodies got rinsed off and we were encouraged to go at it by our siblings.

I have no idea why we were so cooperative. At one point I got to lay in the bottom of the shower and have Red ride me for a while. Then doggy style. Standing up didn't work well for us, though, but we had fun and Red even climaxed more than once.

I have no idea why, but Marcie wanted to see a blow job. I was shocked when Red went down on me, especially considering how close I was to shooting my semen. My brother was asking me how it felt as Red worked on me orally as Marcie kneeled by her sister watching closely.

I was close.

I warned her.

She continued and, if anything, increased the tongue action on my little head... which suddenly started to fire my seed into her mouth.

Red's mouth came off me and I saw her direct the last three pulses onto her face, making sure that Marcie got to see it.

I collapsed onto the seat, feeling boneless and drained.

So when I regained strength, I showed Mark how I could go down on Red... and Red's response was impressive. Mark did pay close attention.

Finally finished, Red and I took a final rinse and got out to dry off; we saw our siblings start to wash each other.

I must admit that watching a pair of third graders wash each other and try to excite the other worked more on us than them, though they did enjoy the attention. We even watched their efforts to kiss.

These two were no strangers to the game of kissing. If my eyes weren't deceiving me, these two kissed with more competence than Red or I. We smiled at each other. Perhaps we weren't the only couple to be pushed together.

We helped them dry off when they came out of the shower and finally traipsed off to the kitchen with less than five minutes to spare.

I noticed that our parents looked a little worn and my mom's pubic hair and thigh showed evidence of more than just her own lubricant. This was more obvious with Red's mom. Our dads had wet dicks, too, but no erections.

As a teen-ager, there are some things that I'd rather not know. I can cope with my parents having sex, at least in the abstract, but coming face-to-face with evidence that they "got it on" was, well, disturbing.

Serving up dinner got my mind off of that worrisome image.

The eight of us at the table was nice, though Red and I sat next to each other, Mark and Marcie on the other side of the table.

Red and I must have looked anxious until it was obvious that our sexual get-together was not being discussed. The issues at Mark and Marcie's school, however, were distracting enough.

It seems there was a group of religiously inspired parents who got together to protest the whole Scholastic Nudity issue. The inclusion of an elementary school in The Program apparently woke some of the "sleeping dogs".

My mom does work for the school board on occasion, so she was all in favor of continuing The Program since nudity did improve mental health. It's a little difficult to lie to yourself, much less anyone else, when you're nude.

But there are always problems.

One is that children are afraid of their bodies, unless they have developed some comfort, and one of the ways for kids to impose a pecking order is to start by ridiculing one child.

One check and balance that got discussed in front of both Mark and Marcie is how to decrease the self-confidence of a tormentor, by placing them in a situation where they are at a social disadvantage. It sure sounded like they wanted to make sure a tormentor could identify with their victims. One trick my mom had come up with sounded like a doozy: put them all in the same class so they could only ridicule each other. One idea that I mentioned to my mom was to have a bully be rotated into being dressed as "punishment" since "it'd be embarassing to look at someone who had no heart".

So it looked like the A-list personalities were in the process of being cut down while still in Elementary school.

Not a moment too soon, in my mind.

Red's folks got up to leave with Marcie but, when Red stood to join them, was told to stay here with me.

Don't get me wrong, but my bed is a twin size. I didn't see how we could both sleep in it, so I was figuring she'd be in the guest room.

I didn't want to be so far from her, though. I didn't want her to leave at all, actually.

Red didn't put up a fight with her folks, saying "You're sure I should stay here?" and, when it was confirmed, she thanked them both. She flashed me a smile of happiness that I could not help but return... in abundance.

My mom broke this up with: "Red, Blackie, head on upstairs and work on your homework, all right?"

Red and I would usually deal with homework in school where possible; we'd had less opportunity lately to deal with it, so this was reasonable.

We looked at each other. Yeah, we could do that. So we got our butts up to my room ... and found a surprise.

My bed had been replaced. With what looked like a queen sized bed.

Both sides were turned down.

Our parents were stacking the deck again.

Despite the temptation to just jump on the bed, we instead worked through our homework assignments, managing to get through them all quickly. When we climbed in, we wanted NO distractions.

Packing up our books, we headed downstairs. My brother had gone to bed by that time so my mom and dad sat on the couch. I thanked them for the larger bed, then I put my foot in it, asking "Why?".

"Son, there's one here and there's one at Red's. You will be alternating where you sleep. I don't want to hear any more wailing about how lonely you are or how nobody loves you, understand? No more unhappiness, right?"

That brought me up short. "What?"

My mom got into lecture mode far too easily.

"If you don't think we're annoyed by the idiotic girls we've seen you dating, when you had the perfect girl already by your side, you've not paid any attention. Red, your parents were unimpressed by your lack of taste as well. I swear, this was the only way you'd have ever noticed the other as a good match. Yeah, we pulled to have you both in The Program at the same time to wake you guys up. And Blackie, we knew that Kim was already looking elsewhere. While you were whining about her being sick, I saw her at the mall with another boy... and they weren't real shy, either."

I was in shock.

"And you, most perfect future daughter-in-law I could ever choose for my first-born son, have had some screws loose yourself, dating boys that would only be interested in popping a cherry and then hunting for another cherry. You're worth more than all of those pricks put together... and I've put together some of their victims. While you two can safely have sex, I want you both to do it, and fuck your brains out. I know that you love each other but you need practice in expressing that in bed. You guys are already too good at that outside of bed. I also want you both to realize that you will need to experiment with others so that you can be sure of each other. You understand?"

I wasn't happy with the idea of experimenting with others, and I think that showed on my face pretty clearly. I could see that Red was equally uncomfortable. My mom smiled at us.

"I didn't mean experiment right away, OK?"

We looked to each other and smiled.

"Oh, and kids... expect siblings. After what I saw today, well, both Sylvia and I got the hots. Right honey?"

My dad, a marriage counselor in real life, had a happy smile on his face.

"Mom, what do you mean about today?"

"I'm getting copies of the tape... it's a pity we can't sell it, but your Dad can use it on couples that stopped having sex, to get them back into it. I have never seen a couple more in tune in my life. Not even your father and I can come close, and I think we're pretty good. Kids, I'm somewhat envious of how close you two are."

I was about to ask another question when my dad shut me up: "Red, Blackie, get to bed. If we hear you, it better be a lot of moaning and an orgasmic scream. And don't be too curious what you hear from our end of the house. Now git!"

We got.

We did make love again, at Red's insistence. She admitted to being a little sore so I wanted to avoid adding to her pain, but finally did as she asked. It was slow and gentle to minimize her pain but gave a feeling of tenderness and comfort we hadn't experienced yet.

We learned one important lesson that night: A towel is your friend. I slept on the wet spot.

And sleep ... we did.

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