Naked In School: Kelly - Wednesday (part 03/14)

Sharing a bed all night, even a large one, especially a NEW large one, was different.

Very different.

The new bed didn't help, but that turned out to be the least of the issues.

The wet spot didn't help, but that didn't stay a problem for long.

Now, unlike many stories I've read in my too-short life, I usually do not sleep in the nude... but now I was, and it added another aspect of discomfort, being unused to it. No, this wasn't that much of a problem, but it was another change to adapt to.

No, the problem was that every time she moved I'd wake up.

Every time I moved she would wake up.

By 2AM, though, it seems we'd adapted and managed to stay asleep. Or, at least enough that I didn't notice that I woke up.

So the toughest part was learning to share a bed with another person.

That night I learned the biggest problem with a woman taller than yourself: it's a little hard to cuddle up to her back and spoon convincingly. Red got around that by making me her Teddy bear; I was being spooned by her.

And... I liked it.

The morning arrived and I woke in her arms... and I wanted to stay there. Meanwhile, the clock radio was playing my normal wake-up music and I could tell that Red was slowly fading in.

Her arms were around me, so I reached for her hand and brought it to my lips and kissed it. I felt her squeeze me in response and heard a sigh... which felt good to me.

My "erection from hell", the gift of a full bladder, made my need to crawl out of bed critical. I told her I had to get up and pee.

So, just to complete the night and morning, my mom walked in as I stood there, naked, helping Red out of the bed.

She didn't even knock.

She didn't let me ask her about knocking, just saying, in a pleasant voice, "Oh, good, you're both up. How are you feeling?"

I had to think about this... despite the night, despite the wet spot, despite the bed, despite my close-to-bursting bladder, this was the best I felt on awakening EVER. A look at Red confirmed that it wasn't just me.

We nodded at each other, and said, in unison, "Wonderful." This occasioned another warm look at each other.

Nature intruded on this moment, so I changed the subject, "But mom, we gotta pee. Bad."

"Go then, and get your butts back here, STAT!"

We left together, and Red let me pee first. She was pleased that I'd lifted the toilet seat before and lowered it after, then she sat. We were able to talk over the splashing of the water, speculating on what my mom wanted to talk about.

When we got back, my mom had us lay down in bed again and return to the spoon position we'd awakened in.

So we were surprised then she took a picture of us like that and then: "Listen to me, both of you, relax and..."

Red and I awoke with a start and looked around. My mom was gone and it had been about five minutes that we'd drifted off, but we were going to run late if we stayed in bed any longer.

We were rather more hurried in the shower this morning and getting dried was quick and affectionate. My erection kept going up and down and we were rushed enough that I didn't try to drain it. The previous morning had just proven the futility of even trying.

Breakfast with my folks was comfortable, but we discovered the fly in today's ointment: it was raining.

So we hunted down umbrellas. It was not a really warm day, either. Getting dressed was going to be necessary for the most part given the chill. It was going to be a mad dash from the shelter to the school building, though.

My parents hugged us both.

Before we could go and try to find clothes for Red, Marcie banged at the door with a suitcase before sitting down at our table. "Sis, Dad dropped me off on his way to work. He had to see a patient in the ER so he dropped me here with warm clothes and told me to go to school with Mark."

This seemed like unnaturally good timing... but our good fortune swept any doubts aside.

This cache of clothing was warm-- sweat-shirt, sweat pants, a transparent plastic raincoat and an umbrella, no underwear at all-- so it was suggestive, too. We got her dressed before heading upstairs to dress me. Needless to say I chose the same theme, though I had no raincoat. I grabbed my umbrella but my mom stopped me at the door, and handed me a raincoat that matched Red's and waited for me to put it on.

I should have been more suspicious. I really should have, but the rush of the morning... and the rush of having Red by my side... just put other considerations out of my mind.

Once we passed her final inspection, we left the house.

The rain wasn't really all that heavy and the wind wasn't that bad, but it was a steady soaking rain, and there were plenty of puddles along our walk to school.

On arriving at the shelter we found Billie and Bob in the midst of their show, this time undressing each other. It was hot to watch despite the small audience. Billie went for the same kind of decoration Red had worn yesterday.

When our turn arrived, we removed our own raincoats and took turns exposing each other... I got her top off, then she did my top, then I did her sweat pants, then she mine.

Sounds simple, doesn't it? It wasn't.

The coolness had Red's nipples at full hardness, so I used my mouth to warm them up. They, along with the rest of her, seemed to enjoy the attention. Red's efforts had more than just my tiny little boy nipples standing up. When I dropped her drawers I gave her slit more than a little bit of tongue to get her to cry out as her body shuddered.

If you've read so far you know that my morning didn't include either masturbation or intercourse, so I was more than a little bit ready; she didn't warm my dick for long before I gave her my first load of the morning and it was my turn to cry out and shudder. I didn't come back to my senses in time to see why the crowd was hooting. I asked her as we ran to the school building, getting wet, and she told me she showed them her tongue before swallowing.

I almost stopped to stand in the rain as the shock hit me, but I managed to stay in motion. We were still rather wet once we got into the building.

Even for the short jump we were still rather cold and wet, with goose-bumps. Her nipples were hard again but my dick had all but disappeared. The warm air blowers were glorious to stand under and I was glad we'd been chosen so early in the year.

Red called out to the group around us for a comb, and one was presented by, of all people, Samantha. It hit me then that she'd been following us around pretty closely, which kept me from asking Red why she needed a comb, since I kept my hair in a crew cut and hers was in a very short afro.

Until I realized that she was down on one knee, combing my wet pubic hair.

Oh. Well, it was quick, before she handed me the comb.

It was actually fun to do that for her. I gave her mons a quick peck before standing up, which got me an ovation from our witnesses.

Sam looked pleased at what we'd done with the comb, and I saw her sniff it and smile before putting it in her bag.

Red and I grabbed each other's hands and headed for our home room with a crowd following.

We did get stopped in the hallway now and then to allow our bodies to be probed and touched. So soon after the job Red had done undressing me my dick did not respond to the touches ... though Red did. I almost wished I was a girl so I could reach orgasm like she did, more than once.

And holding her hand through these little climaxes was doing more to restore my readiness than all of the other touches on my body. After three different guys brought her off she called a halt, "Sorry, no more, I need to be able to walk."

The third guy to bring her off commented, "You must like me, you went off so easily!"

She smiled, "No, my boyfriend got me thoroughly warmed up outside with his tongue, so you've all gotten to touch me while I was still excited," She squeezed my hand, "and that helps me to remember my boyfriend."

Another of the boys looked disappointed, I think they hoped that Red was "available".

Not if I could help it. I was selfish, of course, wanting her all to myself.

Sam brought us all down to earth, with "Hey, after yesterday in Art, you're a couple now, right?"

I shook my head. "As of Lunch on Monday, it was already too late for anyone else. As soon as Kim dropped me, Red, here, caught me." I squeezed her hand. Red was still not fully recovered from her multiple orgasms and was a little shaky.

I helped guide her to home room where she could calm down and recover, our attendance confirmed, and, with the tolling of the bell, went off to Health.

There'd been enough time for Red to have dropped back from the plateau phase of excitement, so she was not as responsive to fingering, even though it was slowly working her up again. My own ability to re-erect was well in hand... well, hands, quite a few girls did reach for it. One, a heavy girl named Eileen from my neighborhood, stopped me, dropped to her knees, and licked the head of my penis. Her efforts were, well, clumsy, but pleasant. She was trying. I helped her stand again, and thanked her-- as she was trying to thank me for letting her try that. I kissed her cheek as she went off to her class.

Health class was a whole new opportunity to get embarrassed: Mr Somma had pictures and snippets of video from our session in Art playing on the projector. We got some applause as the pictures ran through insertion and I got to watch Sylvie's hand reach into the frame to position me, then saw her slap my ass.

Just watching that got me hard again and I could tell that Red was right there with me as Mr Somma described the events on the screen in a clinical voice.

"As you can see, Blackie wasn't positioned correctly at first... Blackie, why did someone else have to point you in the right place?"

I must've blushed, I heard chuckles, but I answered the question with "I wasn't quite ready, I was too afraid that she'd be hurt by me."

"Yes, we see that you still didn't push, even when at the entrance, but... Red, how did you feel at that point?"

Red wasn't any more comfortable in answering but did so, "I wasn't afraid of him hurting me by breaking my hymen, I was more afraid that he wouldn't..."

I looked at her and could see her sudden fear that she had exposed something I didn't know. I reached for her hand and said "I'm sorry, I didn't know..." as our eyes met.

The look in her eyes I could only interpret as happiness, which reduced my apprehension. It was not long before I could reflect my new level of comfort to her, which seemed to increase her happiness.

It took an effort of will to pay attention to something other than our reflections. For both of us.

"So, Blackie, how'd you feel after that slap?"

"Worried that I hurt her, but I looked her in the eye and saw her looking happy. I felt a lot better."

"Red?"

"Well, it did hurt a bit, but I could tell he didn't want to hurt me, so it was all right. I also really, really liked it with him. He was trying so hard to please me, he loves me so much, so I couldn't help but do my best for him. I loved the look in his eyes every time I made noise for him."

Our eyes met again. Our physical responses to these memories could not be hidden from our classmates.

"All right, guys, that's enough. We don't need an instant replay with you two here."

I heard a groan of disappointment from the majority of the class.

"Blackie, now that her hymen is out of the way, we can run through the exercise of getting a female condom in place." He handed me the package and I got coached through the process of putting it in place and getting it ready. I also noticed that Red was quite ready, too.

The exercise of dealing with a female condom was repeated for all of the boys in the room, each of which took some advantage of Red's readiness and managed to bring her off by hand. Because of the line-up and her own excitement, she got off with each one's stimulation as they put the condom in place on her. It was almost like a gang bang considering how often she climaxed under their fingers. At least I got to hold her hand through this as she was looking at me.

After all twelve boys were done with touching her she was still shaking for several minutes. She might've been shaking but, well, I was throbbing.

Red moaned, "Blackie, Blackie... I need you so much, right now!"

I looked at Mr Somma, who nodded.

She was on the table, shaky, and when I stepped up and asked her about the female condom, she cried, "I need just you in me, NOW!"

I pulled out the condom, which didn't want to leave, and slid into her, which brought this overheated woman off... and pulled me with her.

With her heels behind me I couldn't pull my hypersensitive dick out of her spasming core as I heard one of the boys chuckle "That was fast."

Mr Somma stared at him in the eye, adding "Let's see you sit there with your girl getting fingered and brought off by every other guy in the class and then see how long you can last, eh?"

I heard him call out, "Sorry, Blackie."

Red was still twitching but I was finally able to back out of her, stepped around and kissed her and realized she was still not completely with it, so I held her while Mr Somma continued the class about sex with emphasis on afterglow.

Yeah, I knew what that was by now. Red was slowly gaining strength and we soon were sitting up, even if she was leaning on me. My smaller stature did not give me much of an advantage but it still felt good.

She was not fully recovered by the time the bell rang and the walk to English in the halls was not effortless, given how many guys wanted to touch Red's pubes. After the third guy asked why she was so wet, I told him it was "me", the look of horror on his face as he looked at his right hand was priceless.

After that Red didn't get much more attention since some of the girls were relating that my seed was still in her.

It funny how many of the girls looked over my wet dick yet still touched it, even knowing where it had been.

We could calm down in English even though I could tell Red was still squirmy. She was still exceptionally relaxed. I liked how she looked in her post-orgasmic daze.

Admittedly it did bother me that I hadn't been the only one involved in putting her into that state, but...

English progressed, we had a choice between an essay or a poem to write, preferably related to The Program, though I could see Red was barely up to the task. The teacher collected our work just before the end of the period and told us she'd circulate them the next day.

We'd both cooled down quite a bit so the interruptions between English and Gym didn't seem as intrusive as they'd have seemed otherwise.

Having to surrender her hand at the entrance to the boys' locker room, as usual, bothered me, and it truly felt like I lost a part of myself at that separation. I continued on to the girl's locker room and found myself surrounded by giggling girls as they disrobed, shedding more underclothing than they needed to, as they switched into their gym uniforms. I paid little attention to them as I ditched my books in a locker, used a stall to drain my bladder and proceeded out to the gym itself, rejoining Red.

The feelings that ran through me when Red and I were again near each other arrived with such a rush that it seemed our minds could not be all our own. The relief running through my blood, the sudden sensation of being whole couldn't be anything BUT a sign of meddling.

But, despite that revelation ... it felt good to have her near. At that moment I ceased to worry about anything beyond the moment. It was comforting to be with her. Her face reflected the same kind of comfort.

But, in the back of my mind, I made a note to take my mother to task on this one. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to avoid thanking her, though...

Since it was still raining we were confined to the gym itself so we went through calisthenics, some running and a collection of volleyball games.

With the amount of attention Red and I paid each other, we worked well together while playing volleyball. It seemed almost miraculous how well we were coordinated.

In the cool-off time I noticed that Red talked first to Juenko, a tiny Japanese girl in class, and, as we got ready to split up for showering, told me to "show her a good time". With a wink. I saw her wave to Wally Iverson, one of the tallest boys in the class.

I could tell what she wanted me to do... and I felt hurt. How could she want me to do "it" with someone else?

She could read my discomfort, of course, and chose to address it.

"Blackie, I'm horny and I'm gonna get relief in the shower. Now I want you to look at her. Look at how wet her shorts are. She likes you, she trusts you, and she's one of my few real close friends. I want you to show her that you can be loving, all right? For me?"

The sudden rush of warmth with those last two words turned my brain into mush, I felt very good when I agreed. It seems she got a lift out of my concurrence.

Still feeling blissed out from agreeing to Red's request, Juenko and I proceeded to the girl's locker room where she asked me to undress her for the shower.

The advantage to dealing with Juenko rather than Red was her short stature; being short for a boy, I found it pleasant to deal with an even shorter girl, and I enjoyed washing her petite and almost boyish body. I did my best with my hands to please her and my tongue did good work on her clit, bringing her off. I liked her response, but, as I stood again, she pulled me to her, backing herself up to the wall, and told me to "give it to her".

I'm an idiot, you hear me? I did as asked, I was still very agreeable after what Red had asked. So I went at her.

Against the wall.

Standing up.

Holding her up.

Stroking into her core, with her arms and legs wrapped around me, between me and the wall, her moans urging me on, her quick climax an encouragement as I sprayed her full of my semen. While this was very pleasant, even for me, it didn't mean as much to me as Red.

It still meant something to me, but...

She wasn't Red.

Which made it easier for me to come to my senses.

So it was only as we disconnected, kissing, hearing her thank me, hearing the impromptu applause, that I got my senses back. "Uh... this is a very bad time to ask you, sweetie, but... are you protected?"

The eyes on this small girl told the story. It was a "no".

Shit.

I checked again. Her eyes, her face said... no. But she seemed happy with that.

Shit, Shit, Shit.

Despite Red encouraging me, how do I explain this to her?

Considering our parents, how could I explain this to them?

Juenko added, with a wide smile, "And, Blackie, sweetie, I think I just felt myself ovulate."

Oh... Shit.

I was a dead man.

But... why was Juenko still smiling?

"Quick. Blackie, let's rinse, dry, and help me get dressed."

The rest of the girls in the shower, most of whom still had their hands on their pussies, quickly finished and followed us out into the locker room. This audience were still looking shocked. The act they had applauded just moments before was likely to force major changes on Juenko.

To my mind, there were serious problems with The Program.

Over and above that, why was Juenko unprotected?

Despite the lack of stigma now attached to unmarried women giving birth, teen pregnancies are still frowned on due to economic impacts. This would hit my folks in the wallet should her family choose to do so, and what of Red's folks? I felt disloyal to Red at that moment.

But this was just a mental distraction while drying Juenko's long black hair. It was futile thinking that it'd be dry before the next class, which is why she would normally have a shower cap. This time she would have damp hair for most of the day. And she seemed happy with that.

When we stepped out together we met Red who was waiting for us, immediately asking Juenko "And how was it?"

Juenko's smile was blinding. "Good enough, and he did it right, too. I felt myself ovulate. It was fantastic!"

I just stared at Juenko, then at Red, confused. Red looked at me and smiled, a thumb raised. My confusion must have been profoundly obvious.

She finally took pity on me "Juenko's family is a bit, well, strange."

I continued to stare at her, hoping for an explanation that would lift this weight off of me.

"OK, OK, stranger than our families, all right?"

I nodded to indicate my acceptance, so far, but continued to await an explanation.

"I can't explain here, we'll try to get some privacy during lunch, OK? I can almost guarantee that there won't be any problems." She smiled, a calming thing to see.

THAT I could accept, nodding again, still worried.

"Oh, and sweetheart, I knew. This was intentional. And I used Wally for relief, too, though... I missed you. I love you, you know."

That was how I felt. It had been very pleasant with Juenko but she wasn't Red... but I still felt connected to her now too.

"Yes, sweetheart, I love you too, and I'm all mixed up since I feel closer now to Juenko, too. I'm worried..."

The look of pride on Red's face was as unmistakable as it was unexpected. Repeated questions got no answers, beyond, "Later. Tonight, all right?"

We proceeded to Math, Juenko with us since she had a class just across the hall from ours. Red told me to hug Juenko before she stepped off to her class, an easy request to satisfy. I even kissed her forehead.

It's funny, but there was a certain sense of closeness with her, falling short of what I felt with Red, yet it still felt very good to exchange affections. We avoided going too far with making it a "public display"... but that took some effort.

We stepped into Math, my hand once again in Red's, and moved through the crowd to our cold seats as the bell rang.

The class proceeded, me getting help from Red here and there as I stumbled through a problem. It does not help when you feel clumsy with math and then get called up to the board to work a problem. When I made a mistake in the factoring Mr. Grieco called for volunteers to provide the correction; he passed over Red and selected the class' wallflower, Pamela.

I didn't even realize that her hand hadn't even been up until she squeaked out that she hadn't been volunteering.

Mr Grieco's answer was "Hey, back when I was in the Army, they'd say 'we need three volunteers: you, you and you'" as he pointed around the room. "So I just volunteered you. C'mon up here and see if you can correct Blackie's work."

That poor girl, she'd gone through a lot of trouble to stay invisible. She shuffled to the front of the classroom, took up a red marker, and went over my work, focusing closely to the board, obviously trying to avoid paying attention to me.

She was silent, only the squeaking of the dry-erase marker making a sound in the room. She moved like a robot but her writing was clear as her work on the board diverged from my own, showing where I went wrong without saying another word.

When she finished, I'd forgotten my nudity as I looked over the correction. I realized that I kept repeating the same kind of mistake, just making this situation just that much more maddening.

"Does everyone understand where Blackie lost track? That's actually a common issue. Both of you, erase the work, let me give you another problem."

Once we'd erased our work we stepped aside, Pamela still studiously ignoring my presence. I'd almost think she was more uncomfortable standing in front of the class fully clothed than I was naked... which brought my current status back to the fore.

I hadn't wanted the reminder, but there it was. I looked at Red, hoping for some emotional support... which I got once our eyes met. Fortunately it was only my confidence that got pumped up through that exchange rather than ... ahem ... other portions of my anatomy.

We were directed to alternate the steps, Pamela first. We started on this, standing side by side, and worked the steps on the board. This time I got it right, which amazed me.

Pamela's face had such a mix of emotions when we were done that I got a little confused; what did she have to feel uncomfortable about? It wasn't like she had to do this work in the nude!

I thanked her when we were allowed to return to our seats. Her blush was very deep. I watched her shuffle back to her seat in her baggy clothes.

And I thought I had had body image problems. I'd swear she looked beaten down. I looked towards Red, a question in my eyes; she shrugged but looked concerned.

Class wound down, we got our homework assignments, and, with the bell, proceeded to lunch. We walked slowly so that Juenko could catch up with us, and, despite interruptions in the hall, got to the cafeteria where we'd get a break.

Lunch progressed. The nicest thing about The Program was a change made last year; our lunches were free. This didn't make up for much considering the quality of the food, but at least we didn't have to carry money for this.

So, in a corner for privacy, I asked Red about gym.

"Well, Wally Iverson was interested, I was interested, so we went at it while you were taking care of Juenko. I wasn't all that surprised to learn that it's more fun with you, even though you and I can't do it standing up."

Juenko and I shared a look which Red caught, and I heard Red's chuckle.

"Oh, so you got a chance to do it that way, Hmmmm?"

We smiled and nodded.

"Good for you, sweetheart. I wish I was small enough to do it that way with you , you know. So, hon, how do you feel now?"

"I'm confused. I love you so deeply but now I feel like I've given a piece of myself to Juenko, here, so I'm not all yours... and that bothers me. I guess I worry that Wally holds a piece of you, as well."

Red's face scrunched up in thought as she chewed her food. I could tell she was also concerned. She finally answered after swallowing: "I hadn't thought of that, but... you're the one I want by my side, forever. I might want to fool around with others, but I want you, I know someday I will want to have your children. It feels funny, though."

I nodded. "Red, sweetheart, when we first started getting together this week, I wanted you all to myself, and, I guess, there are reasons for that... which seem to come up from deep inside, so it must be pretty primitive. I want you, always. But... assuming I just pumped a baby into Juenko, here... what does that do to our relationship... and our parents?"

Since this was a perfect opening for her, Juenko finally jumped in, saying "Well, I can guarantee that my mom won't have a problem with it. With me as the youngest she's been suffering from the 'empty nest' syndrome and has been asking me to find a way to have a baby, preferably from a nice boy. My mom was unhappy with how the last boyfriend treated me; Blackie, he didn't get me pregnant but he did get my virginity, which is all he wanted. He wasn't real nice about it either. So, when I tell her about you... and she knows you and likes you, too... I think she'll be happy."

Wow. What a speech... but it seemed odd. "But we're so very different from each other... facial structure, hair, coloration..."

"And you and Red aren't at least as different? It's not so important between both of you, why should it be so odd between us?"

I didn't have an answer for that. I did look in her eyes and they seemed to respond to me almost as well as Red's did... though when I looked back at Red I melted inside again.

Our half-eaten lunch forgotten, we were soon cleaning up. I gave Juenko a good squeeze as we left lunch for our next class.

I was still confused... I had to come to grips with the loss of exclusivity in my relationship with Red. She seemed to be handling the loss of exclusivity with me far better, which bothered me. What was wrong with me?

And I think my concern showed on my face when we arrived at class; I suspect my facial expression kept the gropers away from us as we held hands in the hall. It was also something that apparently caught Ms Caruso's eye, as well, and, once the halls cleared, she pulled us out of the class room and asked us if everything was alright.

Red was more comfortable than I, but I told her some of what was going through my mind.

"Blackie, Red, do you trust me? Can you fall into a trance and let me talk to you both?"

Red and I looked at each other and nodded, yes.

"Good. Take the seats by the front of the room."

We did, and, once we looked each other in the eye, we fell right away into a blissful, relaxed and contented state.

It's funny, but all of my doubts fled at that moment. I should have spent more time like this at lunch, though we hadn't felt as "safe" there, even with Juenko as a shield. We were suddenly mentally as naked as we were physically, but I was with Red...

I heard Ms Caruso's voice talking to us, I could see the utter relaxation in Red's eyes and face as I followed her.

I have very little memory of that session; I know we spoke but it didn't seem important.

Awakening was pleasant given how I was physically feeling, and I felt more rested than I would have believed possible.

Ms Caruso's eyes were as big as saucers as she looked at us. Glancing at the class I could see a lot of kids with eyes as big.

What had we revealed that surprised the class?

"Red, Blackie... I cannot believe the level of commitment you guys have for each other. Anyway... Class, anyone have an idea over why Blackie is more concerned about Red getting it elsewhere?"

Oscar, the class uber-geek, raised his hand... alone.

"Yes, Oscar?"

"In a primitive way, it's an instinctual desire to see her carry his children rather than someone else's. She isn't as concerned because, at an instinctual level, cuckoldry is a mechanism to maximize genetic diversity. She's got a secure mate, their hold on each other is very deep, so she knows he'll provide for her."

"All well and good, but those drives and desires don't apply to the same degree, do they? Kim?"

Kim looked startled to be called, but she answered, "Well, evolution runs slow, so instincts aren't going to change all that quickly, are they? And contraceptives change the rules so that most of those deep drives are irrelevant, right?"

Ms Caruso smiled. "Wally, you gave Red relief in the locker room, how do you feel about it?"

"It was fun, but it was just having sex. She was fun, I always thought she was cute, but... it was nowhere near as intense as I heard about yesterday."

"I wish we had Juenko here to relate her experience with Blackie, but..."

I jumped in, saying, "Well, it wasn't as intense as it has been between Red and I, but... well... I think she liked it. Granted, I don't think anything could beat our first time together for sheer impact to us." I could see Red nodding. "Even last night, as nice as it was, was more comforting... and comfortable... than intense."

"So you both are sleeping together now? How do your parents feel about this?"

Red and I looked at each other and smiled, and Red answered, "It sure looks like they not only approve but are pretty aggressive about it, no, make that very aggressive. We found out that we've got new beds to make this easier for us to sleep over with each other. It was our parents that apparently pushed the school into putting us in The Program at the same time, and it was both of our moms that arranged for our first time to be not just in public, but wildly public..."

"...and I don't think it could have been much more public if we'd have been on the steps to city hall." Red and I smiled at each other with the way I finished.

Ms Caruso colored, her sudden blush a surprise. Red and I went "Huh?" in unison as a titter of laughter ran through the room.

"You... didn't... see... public access last night, did you?"

We shook our heads in unison again.

"Uh, your mutual defloration was a bit more public than I think you realize."

It is a real good thing that my stomach wasn't full; the sudden sense of going into free-fall would have had me lose my lunch if I'd eaten more of it. Red and I looked at each other again, our mouths hanging open in shock.

Red's skin color seemed lighter somehow, but, as we drew strength from each other, her rich brown skin tone seemed to return to what I was more used to.

"Anyone else here see it?" I could hear Ms Caruso say. We watched the rest of the class and saw a lot of shaking heads. It looked like nobody saw it.

"It's supposed to be replayed tonight at 9. I want an essay from all of you... even Red and Blackie... on what they saw in the video. Go it?"

Everybody got it. There were some quickly scribbled notes and the bell rang.

Before we left, Ms Caruso spoke quietly to us, "Listen to the comments your moms make, guys... and I wish I was in a relationship like yours. Heck, I'd settle for half as good..."

Our next class was our one period of computer class per week and was a good, relaxing come-down from the sudden stress of Psych. Kim was following us since she was in that class with us, along with Juenko.

Kim finally asked Red, "What do you really see in his eyes, when you look at each other?"

"Myself, Kim. I see myself as a beautiful woman in his eyes. Blackie?"

I sighed. I'd never thought so much about it but... yes, it made more sense now "Kim, it's a little strange. Red's quite right, I do see myself, but... not so much beautiful or handsome, but more as her hero... as she is my heroine."

Red's smile damn near melted me down on the spot and I found out that I was fully erect when a passing girl wrapped her hand around it, saying to me: "Blackie, watch out, I saw you last night. You'll need to give out numbers, you know," as she released me and continued to another class.

Juenko, giggling, joined us at the classroom and we got in, sat down, and started work. We were asked by the instructor who had noticed both my erection and Red's wet and matted pubic hair whether we wanted relief.

We looked at each other and shook our heads "No". We still needed to come to terms with having our mutual defloration being on TV.

Well, the saving grace is that it was on the local access cable channel, which few people ever watch... but now the news must be going through the school.

We got through the computer class quickly, turning in our assignments we wrote in Python. At least no one hit either of us with the Spanish Inquisition in that class.

Our Drama class was held in the auditorium and we discovered that we weren't working on the sets or doing any kind of acting exercises; the screen was down and the projector was ready.

We've had highlights from films shown before so this was nothing new.

Yeah, right.

Yes, as soon as the lights dropped, we saw ourselves on the screen, from yesterday. A short clip of us undressing in the shelter yesterday, us in the halls, finally... us in art class, "getting it together".

The rest of the drama class looked around to where Red and I were sitting together before turning back to the screen and I heard cheers and whistles as soon as full penetration was seen on the screen.

I have never felt so exposed; I'd thought yesterday's activity, while public, would not have been so widely spread as it obviously had. We were fortunate that it was just a short snippet, and Mrs Williams, our teacher, took over, despite the complaints when the clip stopped. Red and I looked at each other and gave a sigh of relief.

"OK, the media center folks collected a lot of video clips from various people yesterday and put this together so far. I wanted you all to know what kind of celebrities we have here."

We got cheered... and we blushed. I don't think we were quite ready for this level of attention.

After that we saw clips of some of the script reading our class-mates were doing, even me and Red (though in these instances not opposite each other) and there were critiques of voice and expression.

Once Drama ended it was time for French, but first braving the hallways, we faced a surprise, being handed flyers.

Someone had printed up a flyer with one of Samantha's drawings from Monday and information on when "our video" was going to be played. The looks we gave each other included a fair amount of shock, so our sexualities were well and truly buried enroute to French and no amount of attempted stimulation could get a rise out of us.

French was a drag with the news we'd been handed since it was hard to concentrate on the subject.

And add to that the worry of what we faced in art class.

The escape from Mr Babich was not as sweet to us as we stepped into the hall, worrying over what kind of indignity we would be facing in Art. I could take some comfort in not being alone, though.

Well... there were no TV cameras. The photography club was present, however, and had prints of us "in action" on the walls and drawings of us were up as well. I suspect that there were many previous classes in this room that got an eyeful. And ... best of all ... the bed was gone, and the pads were back. Red and I met each other's eyes at this and were less worried walking in.

Given the anxiety we arrived with it was obvious that no need for relief would arise so it was merely a matter of waiting for the rest of our classmates to arrive.

Once all of the students were in place we were set up to pose together in far less, well, racy, positions. It was a lot easier to avoid getting worked up. We did touch enough that I'd started to expand and I could that her nipples reflected an inner state of tension.

Sam, however, was the one to really heat it up during our last break, asking "Mr Biddle, can we have them in that one pose from Monday, where she's on top of him? And this time, can they be, well, together?"

Mr Biddle walked over, "Well, Blackie, Red, you don't have to put it together for the pose but you can, if you want to, go all the way."

We looked at each other and the next thing I knew I was on my back and my penis was being positioned by Red for entry.

There was no need to await lubrication, nor was any additional foreplay needed. She slid herself onto me as I heard the photo club going whole hog in taking pictures.

There was a time when these pictures would have been treated as kiddie porn, but in the big political swing after the repressive policies in the country, many attitudes had changed, all along with the age of consent.

We did our best to hold as still as possible in that pose with her wet lips down there drooling on my pubic hair and her internal twitches... until I felt her squeeze. I have no idea how she did that, but it felt very good. I moaned. Quietly. She did it again. I tensed my dick in her. She moaned this time. My hands still on her breasts and her nipples hardened further. This was exciting... and we were building up to an explosion. The only question between us was which one would go off first...

The bell rang, her grasping of me became a set of spasms, her eyes lost focus on mine, she was coming and her squeaks were not lost on me... or the rest of the class.

Seeing and feeling the girl I loved like this pulled me over with her and I hosed down her insides as she landed on top of me.

It's funny but our sexual activity impacted me (and her!) harder when we had an audience...

It took a few minutes while the rest of the class finished their work and packed up for us to come down from our high and pull ourselves apart from each other.

It took some effort to make it to the shelter for our clothing and found Billie and Bob in the shelter, looking over their clothing, now that the rain had stopped and the sun had come out, warming the air.

So we ended up talking to them as we gathered up our clothes and raingear and started walking away from the school still quite nude, and found that they were not doing too bad as a couple now.

Bob asked us how we knew we were "in love". I looked at Red and then closed my eyes, as we stopped and I thought. Red started speaking first, saying "I read of one test... who do you see yourself sitting next to in twenty years... and why?"

Opening my eyes I added "I can't see myself as happy with anyone but Red, here, by my side. Even after having sex with Juenko, yes, I can picture myself with her, but, in my head, it wouldn't feel right."

Billie and Bob looked at us, then at each other. Red then invited them to follow us to her house (which she hadn't been to since yesterday afternoon).

I should not have been surprised to find my mother there with Red's, at the kitchen table drinking coffee awaiting our arrival. I think they were initially surprised to see us with Billie and Bob, but didn't show it for long at all.

Unfortunately having Billie and Bob there kept me from my intention to take my mother to task for messing with our minds. We introduced them as one of the other couples now in The Program and soon we were all sitting at the table. Bob and Red went for the coffee; it was odd how Billie and I were tea drinkers here.

Bob re-opened the questioning, with "So, Blackie, how can you be sure Red is the woman for you?"

My mom interrupted me before I could answer, with "You'd be surprised what I've learned from my son, Bob, as well as from Red. I'm still trying to figure out how to apply this to others. In my practice I get to back up my husband's work. Leon does tend to pass couples off to me for a closer look, but working out how to get them to restore a loving relationship is hard. Look at my son and Red..."

Sylvie picked up with "... they're both very different in appearance, they both have different strengths, they both have different weaknesses."

"But they also had common enemies, they also had social pressures pushing them together, people trying to hurt one or the other, and even some people trying to pry them apart so that they were weakened."

"In their efforts towards common defense, they cared for each other. Once you open your heart enough to care, to protect, to serve the other in their moment of need, well, those are acts of love. And neither my daughter or Blackie could resist the lure of requited love."

"Sure, my son and Red were blind to the physical part, but I could tell their hearts were entwined over two years ago. If you don't think I spent a lot of time studying Red... and the way my son interacted with her, you're missing a lot. I wasn't sure of Red at the beginning, because she was so much bigger than my son, even then, but I'd seen my son hurt by the status-conscious kids... and saw him so much healthier and happier when he spent time with Red."

"My daughter didn't have it easy, either. Blackie is short for a boy, my daughter is very tall for a girl, so each of them was under attack. And that's before the name issue got out. Ruth, why did you guys choose Aloysius as a middle name?"

My mom shrugged, answering "My husband thought it has a nice ring to it, sounding more in keeping with our last name. As if Allison was that good a name for a girl, right Sylvie?"

Our moms smiled at each other, like they were sharing an in-joke.

I finally opened my mouth, "All I know is that I'm happiest around Red. Every time I look in her eyes I see myself as her hero, I hear her voice and I calm down, I touch her and I am ready to just cuddle with her."

Red's eyes were shining when I finished, and she picked it up, saying "And I can feel his strength flow into me through his eyes, hear him speak through our held hands, rest when he is near."

My mom was paying close attention to us, as was Sylvie.

"And I did an experiment, today. I had Blackie fuck Juenko and I fucked Wally Iverson. Well, Wally fucked me. The sex part was fun but it wasn't as, well, emotionally filling. Yes, I liked it, yes, I want to get some more experience in, but just getting fucked didn't do as much for me as being loved by Blackie."

I had to jump in as counterpoint, adding "Well, I couldn't say I only fucked Juenko today, you know. I tongued her first and then we went at it against the wall and I wanted her to enjoy this, it wasn't just for me to get off with her."

Red looked at me. "So that's what you meant..."

I nodded.

"Yeah, there's fucking and then there's loving, right, Blackie?"

I nodded, looking into her eyes... and we fell. The world ceased to be.

We popped out of this state cuddled up on the big new bed in Red's bedroom. We climbed out and went looking for our moms and found them with Billie and Bob, both of whom were reclined on the loveseat in the living room. Sylvie intercepted us quietly and walked us back up to Red's room.

"Guys, Ruth is working on them. She's trying to get an idea of why buddies in The Program seem to meld together so much easier than others."

That's when I remembered. "Sylvie, what did my mom do to us? What I feel for Red must have been suggested into me!"

Red glanced at me before returning her attention to her mother, who seemed to be thinking this over. "Guys, it's funny, but most of those feelings are real, Ruth only turned up the intensity of your natural feelings a little bit, and, here you are."

"Huh? No, the intensity can't be natural, the bliss of her telling me she's happy, the..."

"Blackie, Blackie... hypnosis can make the feelings more intense, yes, but it can't put them there unless there was something to build from. You both love each other, and even dedicated yourselves to the other's service, long before Ruth even realized how far along you both were and even thought of taking a closer look. Sure, she made it easier for you both to hypnotize yourselves, all so that you'd be able to speak the truth to each other, but that didn't quite pan out, you both were too damnably well matched."

Red and I stared at each other. Then Red had a question: "I heard about the public access channel. Don't they need a model release for each of us? I don't remember signing such a thing."

Sylvie smiled, an almost predatory smile, "Well, Ruth and I signed off on them for you. You're both legally minors-- remember that the Age Of Consent is not related to the legal age where you can vote, sign contracts, or join the military. We would have needed to be the signers anyway."

"But Mom! Everybody will see us... us... making love!"

Sylvie smiled, even more brightly. "Yes, they sure will. And some of those old biddies will have a heartache when they see what true love looks like! And it's my daughter being loved! Let's see one of their kids try to make love so perfectly!"

Wow... Sylvie seemed to be on a power trip. "Sylvie, what do you mean?"

Sylvie held herself, almost a self hug, and her voice got so dreamy that my erection decided it had enough time in the flaccid state, "You don't understand, there are people in the PTA who looked down on me and your father, even though he's one heck of a good neurologist and I'm a Psychologist that's been a stay-at-home mom for too long. So, if you don't think I saw this program thing as a way to show them that my daughter could whip some of theirs, well... you know how pissed I can get."

Yes, I knew. She was especially outspoken about people who had their nose in the air.

I tried again to get things back on track, "C'mon, what did my mom do to us?"

"OK, you really want to know? We can put you under, easy and quick. You can't hide things from us, especially if you want to. You can't resist showing your mate how you feel-- and backing up such status with words. Each of you is far more sensitive to each other's moods and mindset and will ask the other when you don't understand something. We can't make you do any of that unless you're able to want to... and we wouldn't have tried if you hadn't been pretty far along already."

We didn't have much choice but to accept that.

"Now, both of you, I think you want to try out this bed."

Before climbing in, I stepped over to the bathroom across the hall and snagged a small towel, placing it in the middle of the bed. With the curious expression from Sylvia, I told her "We learned about the wet spot yesterday. A towel is your friend."

Sylvie started to giggle... and it grew. Soon she was laughing. When she finally calmed down she said "Why didn't we ever think of that? And all this time it was a fight to not lie in the wet spot!" She was laughing again.

When she finally calmed down she told us, "I love you both, I wish my own marriage, as good as it is, could have the same kind of depth. I know that you're both co-dependants right now, but it seems to be helping each of you gain more strength to be yourselves. I still pray that you will grow closer together as you gain maturity."

"Blackie, can I be on top again?"

"Of course, hon. I love you..."

"I love you too..."

Sylvie was still in the room as her daughter impaled herself on my hardness and started stroking me and we were soon both moaning as we worked together.

The explosion we'd shared in Art class had left her still pretty slick inside so we were sliding nicely but she was getting more from this than I was, so her first orgasm came quickly, soon followed by her second. Her third was right on the heels of her second and that was the one that pulled me over, emptying myself into my lover.

Red laid down on me and we kissed; once our bodies finally disconnected, she cuddled up to my side and put her head on my shoulder so I could kiss her forehead and we faded out...

It was almost 6:30 when we were awakened by Mark and Marcie letting us know it was time for dinner, so we took a quick wash and went down to the dining room. Again, nudity did seem to be the order of the day.

This time we were sitting opposite each other, and, with the table between us... it felt distant. We spent a lot more time communing with our eyes across the table... until our feet touched.

My toes are stubby, I admit that, but Red's toes were much longer than my own and we actually managed, with some effort, to clasp toes.

Yes, it's not all that comfortable physically, and it seems almost a miracle that we could do it at all, but it was an emotionally fulfilling act. I could see the tension in Red's face and shoulders fade, almost a mirror to my own loss of tension.

This was not lost on my folks. My mom asked "What are you two up to? Playing footsie?" and she rolled back and took a look. When her face looked back at us it was in shock.

"Ruth", Sylvie asked on seeing her face, "What's wrong?"

My mom just sat there, eyes going back and forth between Red and I, so Sylvie looked under the table and said "Wow!"

Everybody took turns looking and I could see Mark and Marcie concentrating and then they smiled too as they relaxed.

My mom asked us, "Isn't that uncomfortable?"

"Only at the start, when we had to stretch..."

"... but it feels good to touch like this..."

"... and when we can't easily touch any other way..."

"... this will do."

Red and I smiled warmly to each other.

Dinner finally ended, we embraced, cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher before heading upstairs to do our homework. We were almost done when we were called down again, it was almost 9PM.

Oh, shit. The video.

We realized we needed to bring notebooks and walked in to the living room.

I had to admit that it was a hot video... not by being so graphically obvious, but because of the murmurs we made, the gentle moans, all with a stroke-by-stroke commentary by both my Mom and Sylvie, using words like "my son" and "my daughter" to ensure recognition of who we belonged to. Even our afterglow had been taped, the expressions on our faces caught whenever possible. It was a dreamy look and we were not far from that state now as we watched ourselves, fully mesmerized by the voice overs and video.

Given their ages, Mark and Marcie weren't as affected by the video since they were interested in the physical aspects. I did notice that they were masturbating each other. It did seem they were more expert at it than I would have expected. Well, it bothered me that I hadn't been anywhere near as knowledgeable at that age.

When the video was over we finally looked around...

That video had been so absorbing that we'd paid very close attention and hadn't noticed much about our folks.

Seeing one's parents having sex on the couch is a shock to a teen-ager. I mean it. It was bad enough the other night when we only witnessed the aftermath, but they were going at it hot and heavy, and then the moaning started. My mom on my dad's lap, Sylvie on Red's dad, fucking their brains out.

Despite the fact that our parents were not, by any stretch of the imagination, over the hill, this was not exciting for us to watch.

When all four of them finished they asked us why we hadn't jumped each other... Red replied "Seeing one's parents have sex is not as much of a turn-on, you know."

Red's dad Samuel answered her "Hey, just remember that you guys did not invent sex, we did" and he smiled.

And my mom had to be the one to really hit us with the most nauseating line: "After all, this is what we did to make you, you know. And I hope you'll get a brother or sister out of this."

EEwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Just to get out of there we told 'em we needed to finish our homework (which we did) so we headed back up to Red's room and did our essays for Psych.

Our passions thoroughly dead for the night given what we'd witnessed downstairs, we then took a final shower for the night and went to bed, this time to sleep.

I quickly found myself wrapped up in Red's arms as we faded for the night. I've felt good before Monday morning, but never as happy as I felt now. I belonged to someone-- and that someone belonged to me.

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