Naked In School: Kelly - Thursday (part 04/14)

Awakening in a strange bed, in a strange room, and not alone are three things very different in my life... but not being alone was the only important thing.

I was being spooned by Red, her small breasts against my back, her brush-like bush touching my bottom. We'd slept so much better last night that I was sure we'd adapted to this sharing of our bed.

As I reached full wakefulness I wondered what woke me up. I was facing the wall and did not want to disturb Red as I decided to just luxuriate in her embrace.

If you think I can resist being kept warm, shown to be loved by being held so closely, and trusted by a woman comfortable so close to me ... you're on drugs: Seriously hallucinogenic drugs, at that.

Yes, I know I'm not particularly strong on the masculinity scale, and, yes, my mom tells me that I have a stronger streak of femininity than she originally believed, but I did know that Red had a strong streak of masculinity to match me.

So I did move a little to get closer to her.

My first sign of her starting to wake up was having two points in my upper back feel like they were being drilled.

Her nipples had awakened.

My ear got nibbled. She was awake with me, now, so I could speak: "Good morning, sweetheart. I love you."

She sighed and answered me with an "I love you" as well and felt her back off then pull me to my back.

Before I could say anything more, well, if a woman could rape a man she just did. I was fully, I mean fully seated in her hot core. We moaned together, and our eyes met.

The look in her eyes and on her face did wonders for my comfort. She continued stroking me and I could tell from her twitching pussy that she was way ahead of me... and then she told me why: "I had a ... mmmmm ... dream about us, just like this, and ... mmmm ... I was sooooo ready when I woke up ... mmmm ... and ... here ... I ... come!"

She almost collapsed on me, so I rolled us over and got on top.

My bladder let me know that I'd better take care of business ASAP so I did my best to kiss her and even worked over her nipples as she was ready for her second orgasm... which was another wonderfully implosive event for her. I made my delivery in the lull between her second and what would have been her third orgasm if I'd been able to continue.

We cuddled for a bit and finally rolled out of bed, heading for the shower. We were finished with the shower before the alarm clock would have gone off, so we cuddled again and did some talking about what we'd done the day before.

There was now no doubt that Red was apologetic in putting me on the spot with Juenko the day before; while she had been willing to lend me out to her friend it bothered her that I was uncomfortable with it. I couldn't really explain where my discomfort was coming from, but it was there.

She wasn't bothered that I loved Juenko. She wasn't even bothered that I'd done as much for her as I had. She was bothered by the fact that I was bothered. In our discussion over this issue, attempting to figure out why I was so uncomfortable, she released me for just long enough to turn off the clock's radio before folding me back into her arms.

"Blackie... I'm sorry I pushed things yesterday. I know now that it hurt you and... I don't want to see you hurt. It hurts me more knowing I did it to you."

I held her arms around me, pulling a hand and kissing it, before replying, "Red, I understand. I know you needed to be sure that it was us , and it helped me to learn that it is us and we both needed to get over our fears of losing each other this way, but... please don't push. Our moms pushed us. We need more time to talk things over to make sure we choose to do things for the right reasons ahead of time, not after. I... don't think I could reject or hurt Juenko now, either. I don't feel all of what I feel for you with her, but I feel enough."

We lay for a moment before she spoke again, "Sweetheart, I knew Juenko has wanted you for a while and even asked me to set you two up... but I didn't, until I knew about US. I love you-- and I love how we feel right now."

I made a happy noise before reminding her "And I love you right back, my mate..." and I rolled over to face her and started kissing her, getting myself aroused again.

And the door opened. Her eyes looked up, her face showed surprise, so I rolled over again to face our visitors. I'd only expected Marcie but that alone wouldn't have explained the surprise Red had shown.

It wasn't Marcie. It wasn't just Sylvie. It was Sylvie and my... Dad? Looking over them both I could see that they had that after-sex look to them.

Huh? This was icky but not as frightening as last night.

Just thinking that it wasn't as frightening a thought began to frighten me since I couldn't understand why seeing the results of my father and Red's mother apparently fucking was less upsetting than seeing my parents going at it.

I asked my dad where mom was, dreading the answer. "Home, with Red's dad, Samuel."

Yes, that was the answer I dreaded. If my stomach could have dropped further...

So I asked another question that I probably didn't want answered: "Uh, Dad, what's going on?"

He didn't even flinch. I think I wanted him to flinch. Red took that moment to ask her mom the same kind of question, "Mom... is there something wrong between you and dad?"

"No, Red, there isn't, it's just that we wondered last night after you both went to bed, what it would be like." She took my dad's hand and I could see them both squeezing as he pulled it up and kissed it, like I did with Red.

"And, son, it was different. It was nice. It was also fun. I wonder how our spouses made out together?"

I saw these two of our parents look at each other's eyes and could see they liked it (despite lacking the full effect of Red and I) and Sylvie answered him "They're both type A personalities, I'm sure they're probably still fucking each other's brains out right now."

Uh-oh. Then Sylvie turned to us, saying, "Hey, both of you, how are you feeling this morning?"

I answered, exaggerating things, with "Grossed out. It was seriously weird enough to see my parents fucking in front of us, but... to swap? I'm not sure why, maybe I'm less grossed out by this ."

My dad looked a little sheepish, "Yeah... I guess that's true enough, I'm an adult but I don't think I would be comfortable, even now, to have seen my parent's boinking."

Boinking? I'd heard of the word and knew what it meant in context, but couldn't he say the right word? "You mean to say fucking, right, Dad?"

He laughed. "OK, you caught me still trying to avoid facing the fact that my parents fucked... and probably still do."

Sylvie chimed in with "Damn, kids, you're right. It is uncomfortable just thinking about it, even though you know they had to."

"Anyway, kids, time to crawl out. Hopefully we won't freak out Marcie this morning."

"Freak me out? What..." Marcie walked into our room.

She immediately realized that her mom was not holding hands with her dad, but with my dad. Anything she might want to do to tease me and Red was lost instantly.

"Oh... Mom... Did you... ummm... trade?"

Sylvie nodded to her younger daughter. "Not permanently, though. Does this bother you?"

"Uhhhh... wow. Not that much. What's it like?"

"Different, hon, different. Not better, not worse, just different. And I do love Leon, you know, though I still love your dad more. I didn't realize, until now, that even I could hold more than one person in my heart. Blackie showed me how it can happen, too."

Wow. That's what had been bothered me, with Juenko. How could I love more than one person like this?

"Yeah, that's true. That's technically called polyamory though there are different degrees. Come on, kids, let's get this show on the road." My dad finally explained.

Over breakfast I asked my dad about this; as a marriage counselor he'd been exposed to quite a bit. I don't know why, but his attempt to explain polyamory sounded more like math and geometry mixed with sex, so I felt both sleepy and horny all at the same time. I did learn enough to realize there was nothing really wrong with loving others as long as I knew where my true love was-- and how she loved me back.

"So I really don't think that my wife will want to dump me and stay with Samuel... but I really think she'll want to exchange spouses every now and then. Well, I hope so."

Yeah, I could see that. We had a lot to think about and discuss as we prepared our books and homework for the trek to school.

It was turning out to be a nice warm day so we chose to walk there in the altogether. It was pleasant, our bookbags on our backs, to walk hand-in-hand, and discuss things.

"Blackie, do you think you can handle jumping Juenko during gym again? Assuming she's still interested, of course. I wish I could watch you..."

I shook my head. "I don't think it's a good idea to do it two days in a row. I am concerned that, well, I'll want her too much."

Red stopped me and turned me to face her, her hands cupping my face and kissed me. "I think it would be a good thing if you wanted her, for her at least, but... I don't know... I do want you to get some experience with other girls so you will know more about me. I love you but I want to get the urge to 'just fuck' out of my system while I can. It's so funny how Wally just couldn't be anything like you. It was a lot of fun but all it really did was scratch that itch deep inside me. And you're way better at scratching the itch, but I still get it... when I can't get to you."

"Hon, I'll admit it was great, but I'm still afraid of losing myself... and you."

She nodded. "OK, we'll need to take more prep time. Today at school we won't stray... but I expect you to take relief from as many different girls as possible tomorrow. And, if the opportunity presents itself, I want you to fuck around on the last school day of The Program. We'll discuss the whos and hows tonight because I want to fuck around too."

She saw me flinch. I wasn't sure what or why I was suddenly uncomfortable, but, it happened.

"Blackie, Blackie, Blackie... you're a boy, you're supposed to want to fuck around. I'm supposed to be the one getting all bent out of shape, not you..."

I shrugged. "My mom says I have more of a feminine side than most boys my age. Maybe that's what's messing things up for me."

"Blackie, sweetheart, you need to get over that, for me, OK? You need to realize where my heart is... and know that I have faith in yours. I think the opportunity to learn during our Program week when sexual activity can be far more casual than at other times is something to be pursued. So, today, we can stay true. Tomorrow and the week-end... we'll talk but I want to hear that you've fucked at least five girls over and above myself and Juenko. Give me the word today if you're willing to start today, all right sweetheart?"

Her intense look in my eyes calmed me down enormously, we were exchanging strengths. We kissed again, took hands, and continued the walk to school... with Billie and Bob joining us at the next block.

Nude. Like us. We got smiles from them.

I asked how they were doing together.

"Blackie, your mom really helped us get our heads together. We don't have all the answers yet, but we finally know some of the questions. And Billie and I made love for the first time last night, too."

This news much have done something funny to my face; Bob followed it with "Well, I'd never really understood love all that well, all I did before was fuck. Billie said..."

"...Hey, Bob, let me answer that. Yes, I found out why love is different than just having sex. Sex is nicer when it's about love. We watched your video last night and got inspired... again. I hope you realize that a lot of the guys in the school are going to feel inadequate as soon as they watch that whole video. And that their girlfriends are going to expect more from them."

I was uncomfortable given their obvious appreciation of the video; sure, I was naked just then but not as naked making love in front of a camera.

Bob added "Now I know what you guys meant when you said that the audience disappears; you guys didn't even know the cameras were there once you started, did you?"

We had to agree with that, nodding in sync again.

And I noticed that Billie had her hand over her pussy, a finger moving in her slit, so I asked her "Are you alright doing that here?"

She had a funny kind of smile on her face, "No, just by remembering the video I got all hot and bothered. Blackie, right now I'd jump you so fast..."

I stepped back away from her, I wasn't emotionally ready for this despite the evidence that my body was . I looked over at Red who smiled, then looked shocked as she realized what I must be feeling, just before she pulled me into her arms and held me.

I heard Bob ask "What's wrong, Blackie?" Billie added "Did I say something wrong?"

My own arms were holding Red tight to me, right then I could not bear to let her go. I didn't want to lose her.

Yet, here on the street... only a block from the school... how could I get so tangled up? What was tearing me up like this?

Red spoke to me gently, "Relax, hon, relax, you're doing OK, yes, hold me sweetheart... I love you..."

I did relax in her arms, then I heard her talking to Billie and Bob: "Bob, we've had a weird week of it. Billie, we're trying to maintain some stability. Blackie has a problem with sex... he can't 'just fuck'. I found out yesterday that I can 'just fuck' without losing my heart. So he's afraid of losing more of himself. Is that why, sweetie?"

I nodded and, from the vicinity of her breasts, added "It feels like I might end up short-changing you... and I don't want to hurt you."

I got extra squeezes from Red that felt very good to me. "Did your time with Juenko really frighten you that much?"

I nodded again and felt a hand on my shoulder, "Blackie, I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you, I like you. You're a good guy and I liked what I learned from watching you guys."

I was still feeling shook up inside. Very shook up. Out of nowhere I felt tears coming... and they arrived. Red could tell, I'm sure, as her arms squeezed me closer to her, and, through my tears heard her ask one of them to pull my cell phone out of my bag and had my mom called.

I wasn't too with it when I was bundled into a car with Red, Bob and Billie. I spent the time clinging to Red.

I must have been put under by my mom at some point and led into her office at the side of the house; I awakened on her "patient" recliner, cranked back, with Red sitting near me, holding my hand. My eyes went to her first and I saw hers were wet, then I saw my mom who also looked the worse for wear.

"I'm sorry, son, we thought we were helping you. I didn't realize how big your heart is... or how sensitive you are. I think we've smoothed things a little bit but I think you can expect to find yourself a little bit shaky at times. I will have to work with you more tonight, again, to get through more of your issues. How are you feeling right now?"

I sat there, feeling a little bit dazed. "Comfortable enough right now. I've no idea what hit me."

My mom smiled. "Good, we'll work through it tonight. Now I'll write you guys a note and have Leon drive you to school so that you won't have to pull a second week in the nude."

I think I could agree with the plan... though, somehow, an extra week in The Program suddenly didn't seem so daunting.

My dad was concerned over how I was feeling as he drove us to the school. We'd missed Dance and most of English. I was surprised how late we were. We turned in the note at the office and got a hall pass to get into English.

Our late arrival was rather disruptive of the class given the reception we were given. It seems our video had very good ratings; we were applauded. The looks I was getting from the girls in the class were rather odd and I couldn't place them.

We turned in our essays and participated in the class.

Heading for the gym was different... all of the girls that I noticed looking me over seemed to be blushing. I was very surprised in how little action I got. Red still had plenty of guys touching her but the character of the touches and gropes seemed somewhat lessened in intensity, but the biggest difference was how many were asking her permission before touching her and looking almost apologetically at me.

Our separation at the locker room doors had me anxious as usual this week as I took a deep breath to relax and stepped into the girl's locker room. Putting my books and shoes away (another pool day) I padded out of the room barefoot, doing my best to avoid paying attention to the girls, successful until Juenko came over and wrapped me in her arms, saying "I wish you could have a harem, I'd join it in a second!"

Apparently I was not the only one in the locker room to be stunned by that pronouncement. Silence reigned for what felt like eternity, then the room erupted in cheers.

I finally asked "What was that all about?"

One girl on the cheerleading squad named Tamara simply said "You're a romantic! I'd give up my left tit for a boy half as romantic as you!"

Speechless? Yes, I was. I'd been looked down on by so many of her clique that this came as a shock to me. I was not alone as Sarah, one of the girls who'd been a victim of Tam's clique, yelled her reply: "You bitches put him down and now you want him? It's our fucking turn for the best!"

Oh shit.

I got out of the locker room. It took very little to get Juenko to join me in getting out of the line of fire, even if she was still naked.

I didn't get to the pool, nor did Juenko, we were dragged to the principals office along with the seven girls that had been in the catfight. The school nurse had her work cut out treating so many for scratches and scrapes. It was fortunate that none of the injuries were major; mostly bruises and scratches.

I think what bothered the seven girls that waded into that fight were the photographs taken of their injuries. They were, except for the ace bandages and the like, quite nude. We all remained in the nude as we sat in the office watching a videotape.

I'd not noticed the one girl from the Media Center who had a small hand-held camcorder; she'd caught the whole thing from the beginning, where I came in and locked up my stuff to the point when the PE teachers, coaches and even teachers from the nearest lounge arrived to put down the fight. The last to arrive were the security folks that all schools have these days.

Oddly enough it was the cheerleader Tamara who started it, stepping in front of Sarah and punching her. Sarah's shiner was still developing. The other girls in Tamara's clique were Josephine, Hannah and Mary, which put them ahead of the defenders of my honor... who'd been quite competent as well. Sarah had been backed up by Roberta and Eileen.

Roberta was a well-muscled girl who did a lot of work in the gym with weights, so she was more than a match if there was violence being waged.

Eileen was the Roberta's opposite in the group; as the smallest girl, she was frail looking yet had still came out of the fight with the least damage but had inflicted pain all out of proportion to her size. Her curly hair just made her look even more harmless... so, watching the tape, well...

I overheard Roberta, a much taller and muscular girl, murmur to Sarah "Jeez, she looks like Little Bo Peep... but she's a killer ."

It was a horrible thing to watch girls fighting like this. I didn't think things could get any worse than this, but they soon did.

"So, Mister MacGregor, what do you have to say for yourself now?"

I was placed in the hotseat this time.

What could I say for myself? What was I supposed to do? It wasn't like I'd started or encouraged the fight, I merely got my butt out of the line of fire, dragging Juenko with me to protect her.

All I could do is stare at him. It took more than a few seconds for me to ask: "What do you mean? How was I to know what to say or do? What do you think I should have done?"

"Well, they were fighting over you, surely you recognize that, don't you?"

I shook my head. "No, if they were fighting it was over how Tamara's clique treated me-- and Red-- in the past. I was not directly involved. There was nothing I can think of that could have defused the situation."

That shut him up.

Today was totally screwed up. I might as well have stayed in bed today... and I figured that I'd be putting in a second week in the program. It wasn't something I'd have wanted to have Red put through.

"Well, Mister MacGregor, given how much time you're missing today, I can have you repeat this week in The Program. Which of you girls here want to be his buddy next week?"

All eight held their hands up.

Gulp. "But... what about Red?"

"She's not eligible unless something really goes wrong... and I think you need a different buddy next week. Hmmmm... Blackie, of these seven, who's your first and last picks?"

No way was I going to do that. "Sorry, sir, I would prefer not to publish my preferences. I've faced enough hostility already."

Mr Tilling sighed. "I'm almost wishing that we could make ALL of them your buddies next week, just so they'd have a shot at your attention, just to shut them up ..."

I could feel the blood draining from my face as I saw smiles appear on all seven combatants. Predatory smiles, I might add.

"... but that's not sounding like much of a punishment. Putting them into The Program is not supposed to be a punishment, and they don't fall into the 'Abuse of Program Participant' protocols."

Most of the smiles disappeared.

"You'll hear the decision on Monday morning. Mr MacGregor, please don't miss any more classes, this week or the next, all right? Oh, and you girls... you'll be Naked for the rest of the day so that your fellow students can see what happens when you fight."

I nodded. I'd hate to have a photo of my face just then.

We were escorted back to the locker room and I got my shoes, socks and books back. The girls were allowed their own shoes and socks but their other clothing was collected for return at the end of the day.

I'd missed Math and, fortunately, we all had Lunch the same period so all nine of us were escorted there.

It must have looked funny how I showed up with Juenko and seven very battered looking girls. I think they were still in shock that they were in the nude with me.

I really expected us to split up for various tables as I went to sit with Red. I knew Juenko was with me, and I saw Billie and Bob sitting with Red.

I realize now that Red was anxious seeing a whole army of nude students descending on her. So was I, when I realized the escort group I was leading.

I immediately went to embrace Red and said "I love you" and got the echo that made me feel so much better again.

We all found seats. Bob asked "So, Blackie, what's with the walking wounded, here?"

I sighed. "They fought in the girl's locker room. I was told it was my fault but it wasn't; I was just there."

None of the others wanted to talk, but everytime I looked up I saw shining eyes. Looking around the caf I saw more girls staring at me. It was spooky.

I did not spot Samantha before she placed herself on my lap and hugged me, saying "Gawd, I remember when a lot of girls called you a wimp... WOW. Red, if he could legally have more than one wife, there'd be quite a line right now. If only there were more of you..." she put her head on my shoulder so I hugged her.

"Y'know, I can't be that unique. There must be plenty of guys here who are reasonably sensitive, but it's just that girls don't tend to find them desirable because they're not 'masculine' enough, as if handling power tools and grunting out a 'Yo' is what masculinity is all about."

That's when some of the "scratching seven" started to look around the caf, their eyes lighting on various boys who were no more the "ideal" male physique than I was. Sarah, Eileen and Roberta still seemed more focused on me at that point, though.

I added, for Red, "It looks like I may be in The Program next week, too, since I've not been exposed enough. Sheesh. Mr Tilling threatened to make those seven girls my buddies next week since you've been doing your time so well."

Red smiled. No, that was no mere smile, she beamed, like a bright summer sun coming out from behind clouds. "That's almost perfect , your mother will be pleased..."

What?

"You're doing good. Your mother thinks that you may need to lose more of yourself before you can find yourself... Yes, it makes sense-- not to me, of course-- but it makes sense, at least when your mother says it. You do remember that your mom wants to work with you this afternoon, all right?"

I am sure I showed my doubt in my face...

"Blackie... listen to me, I love you and would no more hurt you than you could hurt me, so take it easy, today will be fine. All right?"

Well, I couldn't argue with her on this. I still had little Samantha on my lap and she said "Listen to her, she makes sense." I looked around and even Juenko was nodding. I sighed.

"All right, Red, I'll worry later. I love you, you know."

A smile of incredible warmth lit her face and I almost melted in response.

I was about to ask how Math went when the bell rang. My passenger jumped up, kissed me on the forehead, Juenko did the same, and, to really leave me confused, the seven girls each took turns as well. I was quite red by the time I stood up and got a hug from Red before we went to ditch our trays.

Just what I needed... Psych class. Ms Caruso looked me over when I arrived with Red, Sarah, Roberta and even Eileen. We got to our seats quietly and... watched an instant replay of the fight in the locker room.

Could it get worse?

Despite the disapproval of the use of violence by Ms Caruso, there was a long discussion over how the original conflict could have been better resolved. The original comment from Juenko got discussed as well... and I found out that Sarah, Roberta and Eileen were all likely to be expecting favors from me for their spirited response to the put-downs I'd experienced at the hands of the status clique.

I was still having enough trouble handling my relationship with Red considering my contact w/ Juenko the day before. One question directed at me, mostly about my reluctance, got me to thinking and, surprising me completely, I came up with a possible reason: "I believe that giving any less than all of my heart to Red is short-changing her; she deserves all of me. So finding that I've given Juenko a part of me means that there's less of me for Red..."

That answer was a revelation to me, too, I'd known (more or less) the basics of how I felt but this seemed to illuminate the issues best.

I think that Ms Caruso was surprised by this, but I could tell from Red's face that my answer got the message across.

Ms Caruso jumped in with, "Blackie, it's quite possible to love more than one person... and it's not a matter of losing love for one when you do. It's not division, it's more of multiplication, you grow yourself for each person you love. You still love Red, as deeply as you did on Tuesday, even after your grand deflowering, right?"

I had to think for a moment, then I looked Red in the eyes again, and felt for my own heart, feeling the intensity of my affection and desire for Red. Yes, she was right, there was no actual decrease in the intensity of my feelings, even when I recalled Juenko during this soul-gazing session. I could see the spreading of comfort in Red's own eyes during this, knowing that I was finally getting more comfortable with the situation.

I finally drew myself back to the classroom and answered the question: "Yes, I still love her as intensely, and, yes, it seems that my caring for Juenko has not actually cut into how I feel for Red. But shouldn't Red own all of me?"

"No, Blackie, love isn't a matter of ownership, it's a gift. You give a lot of yourself to her... and you made more of yourself to give to Juenko. For every person you love, your ability to love grows to compensate. Yes, you're not able to give all of yourself to Red, but she hasn't lost her share of you... after all, you hold some love for your own self, too."

That this floored me was a shock. That it floored most of the class is less than surprising. But Red's smile to me, as our eyes met again, spoke volumes. I was finally starting to understand how I could love more than just one person and not feel like I was cheating her of my affection.

We were all given a set of URLs and search terms and told to write a paper for Monday on this issue, with as much personal experience as possible.

On our way out the door for our next class Ms Caruso pulled us aside and told me, "Blackie, you're looking a lot better than when you walked in here. You'll be fine," and then kissed me, a quick peck to the cheek. "Never forget that in being able to love another person, that doesn't diminish the love you hold for yourself, but just grows your ability to love," she hugged Red real quickly, "Now get to your next class, both of you."

I was physically more responsive in the halls and both tiny Eileen and Sarah were in our next class with us, so they were following us in the halls and getting touched as well. It was funny how invisible they'd had been in so many of our classes; I was a lot more aware of them now, and their nudity wasn't why. Both of these girls were marked with bruises and scratches which did not diminish them; rather, their marks distinguished them, indicating their strength of character. While Sarah seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting, Eileen managed to not kill any of the people who touched her without first asking, but those who asked got a prize: a smile. More guys were polite with Red as well, and the girls coming up to me to cop a feel weren't as aggressive as I'd faced earlier this week. I also got hugs, too, from girls in the hall.

So watching Red, Sarah and Eileen, it was then that I realized how much I cared for all of them and wanted to be their protector. It was an easier idea to hold, now, knowing that I wasn't cheating Red of myself by doing so. I reached out to squeeze both Eileen's and Sarah's shoulders.

Home Ec today was focusing on financials, working problems in income/outgo and playing with models, with some lessons on prioritization. It was dull but, with the likelihood of needing to know this kind of stuff, it was useful to know. All four of us nude students sat together and I found myself scratching the backs of these girls; I liked doing it and watching these girls preen under my attentions. Their own attentions in scratching my back was quite welcome.

When class ended I heard Eileen say to Red: "He knows where to scratch, doesn't he?" and I watched Red's nod, adding, "He sure does." Sarah nodded as well.

Roberta replaced both Eileen and Sarah in our entourage and Hannah, one of Tamara's cronies, was also in our Drama class. Red and I got to work on the sets again and this time wore the smocks. Sure, the paint had been fun and a little exciting but I did want to feel cleaner today.

Hannah was practicing her lines in the nude on the stage and Roberta had her turn as well.

Hannah was getting a lot more attention than Roberta was getting, but that was probably because of Hannah's breasts were far more pronounced than Roberta's. Add to that Roberta's well-muscled body and she was an imposing figure. I noticed she didn't get as much attention from the boys in the class. I mentioned this to Red so she called out to Roberta during a break to talk to us.

"Blackie, scratch her back a bit, while I talk?"

I quickly complied with Red's request and started to rub and scratch Roberta's back, working the places that are hard for her to reach herself. I was surprised to hear Roberta sigh.

"So, Roberta, you like my boyfriend?"

"Yes, now I do. I got so hot and wet watching you two make love on TV last night... and no boy wants me. They're all afraid of me..."

Well, I was a boy, I was intimidated by her physique, I had to admit that, but I'd heard rumors about her must be a lie given how much she liked my attention. I believed that a girl responding so positively to me and my attentions is unlikely to be lesbian.

"So do you think Blackie is afraid of you?"

"I don't know. Blackie, are you afraid of me?"

By this time my thinking jelled: "Yes and no. I realize now that I'm more afraid for you, though. I like you, you're a nice person, and, yes, I was afraid of you before. You've got a nice face and a nice enough body but I'd never realized how well-built the rest of your body is. I've even heard the rumors and I don't think, given how much you like what I'm doing with your back, that you're gay."

I heard her sigh. "Yeah, that happens. I lift weights alot so I've got a lot more muscle... and muscle seems to put off boys. Did you know that nobody has tried to touch me in the halls?"

Wow. "So, would you like me to touch you on the way out of class? With witnesses?"

Another sigh, and her voice sounded dreamy, "Oh, please..." I got further confirmation when I saw her nipples on her almost-flat chest standing out.

I squeezed her shoulder, reached for her hand, squeezed it and kissed its back. She sighed again.

This was getting to be too much for me; I loved her, and not because she had a perfect body. She was, if anything, intensely needy of human touch and I could not resist giving what I could.

Looking at Red at that moment I realized that she was happy with this, and got even happier when I told her "I can't believe this, I love her too. How can I do that?"

Roberta didn't answer, but Red did, with "I've learned that you have a big heart, bigger than my own, and that you can't stand injustice. You can't handle seeing people hurt, which I think comes from how much teasing you'd gotten. So you get very protective. Perhaps that's why you've wanted to be a doctor, so you can care for people. I don't think you'll be comfortable as a doctor, though, given your empathy..."

Roberta looked at me and Red closely, then drew my eyes to hers... and I saw her response and saw myself in her eyes, and it was like looking into Red's, but...

I felt tall with the kinds of looks reflected in Roberta's eyes. This girl could intimidate Attila the Hun yet saw me as worthy of her respect.

Well, it sure beat her seeing me as an actuary.

So I had to say something about this, and tried for a laugh: "So, how can a girl who can intimidate Attila the Hun see me as such a good person?"

Roberta was quick, saying "You're good to people, even those who don't deserve it, and you've gotten beaten up for it. That takes courage."

Not entirely true, of course, since the "beatings" were more emotional than physical... and hadn't been tough on me since meeting Red and building up mutual support.

Red, however, made a comment that was going to give Roberta a "name": "I heard about your comment that Eileen is a real killer for such a harmless looking little peep of a girl, I guess we could call you Attila the Hen, right?"

Roberta's laughter drew everyone's attention, so Red had to repeat the nickname... which turned out to be popular.

We were dragged out onto the stage. "You know, Blackie, there's a romantic aspect to this play. Perhaps you should play that part."

I shook my head to signal "no".

"Hey, Attila, get over there and kiss him, I want to see how well he does..."

If I didn't know better I'd swear Roberta was frightened out of her mind as she walked up to me. I whispered "Why so scared?" in her ear and got the reply breathed into mine of "never really kissed before".

I took her face in my hands and kissed her lips, gently. As she responded to each little kiss, I pushed the action just a little bit further. She got into it, with me, and was getting me worked up. Soon our arms were wrapped around each other as we kissed.

She needn't have worried about her competence. My toes were curling and my dick was at full inflation.

"OK, that's enough. Red, we're skipping you in the rotation here since he's your boyfriend and we already know what you two can do. Setting fire to the stage or giving everyone an inferiority complex would not be a good idea. Christine, you're next!"

Sheesh. I was nothing more than a kissing machine.

I did do my best, though.

And it wasn't like I wasn't enjoying this activity, either.

I kissed my way through half of the girls in my Drama class before the bell rang, which included Hannah. Hannah tried to outdo Roberta, and, yes, she was definitely far more skilled, but she didn't put even a fraction of her heart into it, so it didn't do as much for me.

Romantic moments, I'd learned, have little to do with just sex; it's all in the heart.

The next to last girl in this rotation before the bell rang was Michelle. When she got to me, she seemed anxious and a bit flustered, so in the first hug I gently asked her if something was wrong just to learn that she was a lesbian. I whispered back a "no problem, make believe I'm a girl so we can just act it" and our kisses started out as being for an audience and then she got into it, finally thanking me. This response got me confused.

So I was well and truly hard and dripping when we left Drama and headed to French. I made sure to carry out my promise to Roberta and I got to finger her in the hallway in front of witnesses. Given her level of excitement left over from our time kissing, she got off hard and loud in the hallway.

As she moved off to her next class I watched a boy walk up to her and ask "may I?" and, in her post-orgasmic bliss, agreed. Red and I hadn't gone far when we heard her cry out again.

I declined relief in French class and we got to work, my dick slowly deflating. Mary, one of this mornings fighters, kept trying to draw my attention.

Now I have to admit that Tamara and her three friends were all in the "great body" category, with fairly large breasts and pretty good shapes; they varied more in height and color more than anything else. It struck me funny that I found girls who fell further from the "ideal" espoused by various ad agencies and "guy" magazines (Playboy now being the main survivor in the mainstream these days, mostly due to readable articles) so much more interesting. The more "perfect" a girl was the less they seemed to interest me.

Another question for my mom. I was keeping a list, now.

French ended. As much as I didn't like French and looked forward to escaping, Art class now had me almost wishing I could miss it.

So the trip to Art had me full of mixed emotions. I also remembered that Josephine, one of Tamara's friends, was in that class.

Looking in through the door's windows I was reassured that no bed was present, so Red and I stepped into the classroom.

When Josephine (who never answer to "Jo") arrived she was told to stand by us. She smiled as she walked over.

Her smile looked cold. It was not a particularly pleasant or reassuring expression, either.

When the rest of the class arrived, though, the real surprises started. Mr Biddle asked our classmates for pose suggestions.

Very few pose suggestions were, well, innocent. Each member of the class seemed to have their own little fantasy for us to play out for them. So the suggestions were being written out.

Red and I made no suggestions, though Josephine's was about replaying Tuesday with her instead of Red... Ick.

Other classmates were a bit less offensive, at first. Each tried to get mileage from the one boy and two girls. Starting with me underneath both of them. Me spooned between them. Me on hands and knees going down on one while the other lay with her head under my knees as if giving me head, me doing this, me doing that... and then I ceased to be the center of attention, with Red and Josephine 69ing, with or without me getting involved, Red and Josephine masturbating each other, Red and... you get the picture.

When we were allowed to comment on the suggestion, Red and I agreed on the spooning pose for the three of us and actually accepted. I was soon curled up with Red behind me and Josephine in front of me. I had Red's arms coccooning me and I did the same for Jo. In this position there was no way I was going to use her whole name.

I heard Jo making happy noises at me. She seemed to like this position, and I was comfortable here, too.

When the pose was done, we walked a bit to stretch and I discovered the next pose was very different.

I would have preferred something a little less, well, racy.

In effect, Red was in doggy position, Jo under her, in a position like a 69, but I was to kneel behind Red as if I were doing her from behind.

This gave Jo a very good look at my erect penis as it rubbed against Red's labia... and I heard her groan.

The end of that posing session didn't come soon enough but we were very happy to make good our escape from the school.

We could have bypassed the shelter since we hadn't brought any clothing with us but we went down there to be both seen and to be an audience to the grand re-veiling of the others.

Neither Roberta nor Eileen bothered to get dressed and, on realizing that, Sarah pulled off her clothing again. Samantha, even though not in the program, dropped her clothes to fit in with us. She didn't look like the sixteen year-old she was; her body still seemed pre-pubescent with no sign of any hair on her pubes.

I was soon surrounded with Red, Samantha, Sarah, Roberta and Eileen. Tamara and her buddies looked over and I could see Jo hesitating between joining us and Tamara. Her expression seemed hopeful before Tamara whistled to her, and I saw her look sad as she re-joined her friends. She didn't seem all that happy going off with Tamara.

Our army headed for my house, Billie and Bob walking with us before they had to split off for their own neighborhood.

We arrived at my house, my mom was there waiting for us to arrive and saw my entourage and invited us all to sit in the kitchen and talk.

"Yes, Blackie, I heard all about the fight. Girls," she addressed the three bruised and scratched girls, "while I do believe fighting is bad, it is good that you defended each other when Tamara threw the first punch."

Sarah's black eye must have hurt, but the heavy girl nodded, saying "It was unfair that Tamara thought that her and her buddies deserve Blackie's attention, especially considering how much they used to tease him. Hey, I got slammed by them for my weight, Roberta for her muscles, and Eileen for, uh, looking harmless. Eileen, don't kill me for it, but they must've seen you as a perfect victim."

Eileen smiled. "I might look harmless but I'm really only mostly harmless, and they pissed me off. I also heard about Roberta's Bo Peep thing. I used to be teased about being 'Little Bo Peep' a lot."

Sarah said, "Killer is more like it. Talk about a ringer!"

Red jumped in, "Well, Jo got a feel for your dick today in Art, don't you think these three deserve some of your attention, Blackie?"

Why was my lover saying this? Was she trying to pressure me into something? I stared around the table, feeling suddenly cornered, looking closely at these girls.

Roberta, a blonde Amazon of a girl (well, except for her almost nonexistent breasts) got a dreamy look on her face.

Eileen looked anxious, excited and eager, all at the same time. I didn't know all three could come across so easily.

Sarah, despite her weight, looked scared... but of what? I could tell she was physically excited, her nipples, though quite small, looked to be hard as a rock.

Samantha was looking dreamy as well, despite her body still being boyish.

Red herself looked contented with me. My mom, however, was looking at us, and then at me. "Son, how do you feel?"

"Mom, is it really true that when you love more than one person that your ability to love goes up? I always thought it was a division..."

My mom smiled at me. "You have to love yourself, first, so Red became the second person you loved. That didn't drop the love you had for yourself, did it?"

It had been only today that I'd paid any attention to my own love for myself as a person; I'd lived it for so long I'd not been aware that I had to value myself, first. And my mother was right, it didn't fall off when I turned to Red, and, in fact, my comfort with myself had gone up reflecting her love for me. I smiled and nodded to my mother, "Yes, that seems right."

"So, do you understand that you can love all of these girls here and not short-change Red?"

Well, intellectually, it seemed I should be able to, but my feelings were not really in line with my mind. I answered the only way I could: "Yes and no. In my mind, yes, in my heart, though, it still feels like division. And you know how much I hate doing division."

I heard Red snicker at this.

"So, Blackie, who will you marry?"

"Why, Red, of course."

"And these others?"

Even though I hadn't gone all of the way with any of them, I still cared. "I already care for all of them , but I can't marry more than one, and it hurts me to say no to any of these girls."

My mom said "There's a lot of changes I've heard planned for the marriage laws, so, by the time you're ready, perhaps you can. Right now, though... how do you think they feel hearing that Josephine got to see you up close and personal, eh?"

That was something I had not wanted to think about. I did like all of these girls a lot more than Josephine and I said so.

"Then, son, perhaps you should let each of these girls know how you feel about them... upstairs. In your bed. I need to talk to Red, so..." my mother stopped at the fear she saw on my face.

"Sarah, how do you feel towards my son?"

I'd already seen adoration for me in her eyes earlier, so her answer wasn't much of a surprise: "Like he's good to me, like he cares about me ... and I care about him. I don't want him hurt. And I remember what those bitches did to people like me... and him."

Roberta and Eileen echoed the same sentiment. Only Samantha added "... and I've seen his heart. Mrs MacGregor, I'm not really ready to go all the way with him given how far behind my physical development is, but I wish I was ready today."

None of these declarations reduced the fear on my face. My mother looked at me again and asked "Why are you so afraid? No one here wants to see you harmed, so... what's wrong?"

Somehow I couldn't resist answering her. "Given the amount you've doinked in Red's head, along with my own, we've, uh, fitted well together. How can I possibly do it with someone that hasn't had their head messed with?"

"First off, son, I think you keep over-estimating what I've been doing. Yes, I've manipulated some of the circumstances so that you and Red would get a chance to break down that last barrier, but as for making changes in your head... no, I haven't. All I really did was allow you to be more open with Red... and us, and to handle approval from each other more openly. Believe it or not, all of those feelings are yours . I didn't put them there, I couldn't put them there. OK, so I try to turn up your sensitivity so that you feel them more. That being said, tell me, how did you do with Juenko?"

The memory came back... and I realized that Juenko hadn't been all that much more sexually ready than all of these girls, including Sam. I relaxed and nodded.

I saw smiles break out.

"Now, son, remember... you love these girls, right?"

I nodded, "yes, I love them too."

"So remember, you can't really lose yourself or your love for Red. None of these girls want to steal you from Red, right?"

I saw nods from Samantha, Sarah, Roberta and Eileen. Roberta said, though, "That doesn't mean I don't want her to share him with any of us girls until we can find our own... though after that video any other boy will have a tough act to follow."

I had no idea of the truth of that statement.

Eileen added "One thing, though... I can't speak for Sarah or Roberta, here, it's not like I'm in love with you, Blackie... I simply want to feel loved. And I know you understand. I... we saw you with Juenko, and I could tell she felt your love. I haven't been lucky finding someone for me, but... with Red's willingness to lend you to Juenko, I didn't think it'd be too much to ask...

I almost felt cornered. Red touched my shoulder. "Hon, I think you'd hurt her more by rejecting her. Would you really want to do that?"

Rejection... I'd faced it before, but to be guilty of it myself? How could I do that to anybody ? I had to nod my head in surrender.

Red seemed happy with my surrender and even my mom looked to be pleased... make that insufferably pleased.

"Hon, I'll be upstairs in a bit. If you feel lost, I'm sure I can find you... assuming that Samantha here hasn't drawn you a map."

I nodded, getting up from the table, with Sarah, Roberta and Eileen standing as well. It looked like Sam was going to stay with Red and my mom for a bit.

Red called out to me before we got out of the kitchen; when I turned to her, she told me "Blackie, sweetheart... I want you to feel happy. Yes, it may seem like work, but... they are worth it. And I think you'll feel better, too. I love you..."

I nodded and echoed her with my own "I love you, hon."

We barely got into my room when I was grabbed by Roberta and held as Sarah got on her knees in front of me, Eileen saying "Sarah, you've got the most practice, suck him dry for us, it will help him last longer."

Sarah didn't just get my load of semen, I think she sucked some of my brains out, too. I needed Roberta to hold me up when Sarah was done; my dick wasn't all of me that was limp. I was in no condition to fight when Sarah stood and kissed me; her intensity made it easier for me to ignore the aftertaste.

"Wow, Sarah, you really took it out of him, he'd fall if I wasn't holding him up, you know. What do you want to do next?"

I had barely enough awareness to listen, but I did take an interest.

"'Berta, I want him to cuddle me on the bed. I'd like to know how that feels..."

I did not resist being laid down and I got just enough life in my limbs to get into a spoon position with her where I could kiss her shoulder; I was soon alive enough to start scratching her back. It was comfortable there to hold her, rub and scratch her back and kiss her shoulder. Listening to her I heard sounds like purring, which almost put me to sleep.

Eileen sat on the edge of the bed in front of us and she had the softest look on her face than I'd ever seen on her before, before she finally spoke.

"Love her, please Blackie? She needs it more than you could know..."

I didn't know much of Sarah's history at all; I mean, I'd overheard stories about her that I'd never considered very believable from guys at the other end of the locker room, but that those stories seemed very removed from this cuddly girl in my arms.

"Eileen, Roberta..." she started, and I felt her shift, seemingly in an attempt to get closer to me, so I shifted myself to make it easier and squeezed her, "...you won't believe how good this feels. It's... better than sex."

I squeezed her and asked her if she was comfortable or if she wanted anything more.

I heard her moan. "I think you can be a bit more aggressive and start squeezing my tits. I'd like that..."

This was unexpected; I felt quite content just spooning with her, giving her less than direct sexual attention.

So I responded to her, and listened to her, and soon enough had worked my way into going down on her with her legs wrapped around me, her heels on my back, licking her where it would do her the most good. Her response to my attention could not be mistaken for anything but extreme approval, even though she kept asking me what I was doing. I heard, between the questioning of what I was doing and her finally in the "Please don't stop" phase, her cry that "no guy has ever done this for me before!".

With her pleading with me not to stop my attentions, I kept them up until she cried out her climax.

Afterwards, as she was calming down, I wondered why she thought she needed to beg instead of demand; she tasted wonderful.

A breathless Sarah lay there limp, panting, trying to say thank-yous to me, when I got pulled by Roberta up over her and my erection was being guided into this girl. Once at the entrance, I felt Roberta's hand push my butt to sink me into the gasping girl, who promptly wrapped me in her arms and moaned out more approving sounds.

Eileen and Roberta each coached us as Sarah climbed for her second orgasm of the session and went over... hard, and I was there trying to keep my weight off her. I pulled out in an effort to retain my erection for later and arranged her unresisting body back into a spoon position as she calmed down. My arms went around her, my kisses on her shoulder, and I heard a sound I'd never heard close up.

Sarah was snoring.

It was a gentle buzz, nothing loud, but, as a sound, it told me she was content and comfortable, which made me feel good. I continued to hold her, but looked up at Eileen... who had very wet eyes, tear tracks running down her face.

I was shocked to the core... so I quietly asked her why she was crying.

"Blackie," she quietly replied, "Sarah has had a hard time. She puts out pretty easily because she's thought, until this week, that sex was love. Many of the boys... were not very kind to her. You've done more for her than any of her so-called boyfriends ever did. I've never seen her so happy either... and that's why I cried."

As I lay there with Sarah in my arms, I thought it over. I had to agree she felt good where she was, I even felt very loved... which went up in intensity when I felt someone climb in behind me. It wasn't Red, it was Roberta, and she held me. Eileen decided to join us, and backed up to Sarah. We listened as Sarah snored and I felt myself fading...

It was slow waking up, I could swear there was a lightning storm going on as I tried to open my eyes. I was still in the spoon position with Sarah and Eileen in front of me and Roberta behind, and I could feel how relaxed Roberta was. Eyes finally opened, I saw Red with a camera, Samantha by her side. When Red saw my eyes open she gave me a thumbs up sign, so I smiled, just as our eyes met.

I'd woken up with doubts; in the space of a fraction of a second they all fled.

My movements looking around must've awakened Roberta just enough because she kissed my shoulder and went "Mmmmmmmmm" which sounded pretty content to me. It seemed like a reflex that I made the same kind of sound and then I heard it from Sarah and then Eileen.

I kissed Sarah's shoulder again as she awakened; I heard more sounds of contentment, then saw Sarah do the same for Eileen.

"Guys, it's supper time, you need to get up. Blackie's folks set up the grill and are making enough for us to have a picnic out back. I called everybody's folks to let them know where you were and that you'd be eating here, so, as soon as you can all climb out and head downstairs, you'll find food. Blackie, we were surprised at how quiet it got up here but seeing all of you napping like that... well... I like to see that."

I nodded to her, and saw Eileen climb out and then kiss Sarah before turning to Sam and Red and kissing them, saying "It's funny, but I think Sarah might have gotten it right, a good cuddle is almost better than sex."

Red nodded, "Yes, it's better than 'just' sex, but not better than making love."

I heard Sarah's voice then "You got that right. Thank you, Red. Now if only I could stay like this for the next week or so... I have to find my own..."

Red smiled, "I'm sure I can afford my boyfriend's time until you find your own. We'll help, you know. Right now it's a choice of cuddle or have your stomach growl, though."

Sarah shivered. "What a choice... I think this cuddling could make it easier to lose weight, you know?"

"Yes, but Sarah, why don't you climb out right now so that Blackie and Roberta can talk and cuddle. I think Bobbi can use some attention right now."

Nobody ever called Roberta as "Bobbi" before; she didn't usually like it, but she accepted it from Red.

I was startled as Sarah pulled my right hand (my right arm cradling her head) and kissed it, just before rolling away and facing me, our eyes suddenly meeting.

If her eyes had been reflecting a prince before, well, my reflection seemed to have improved since them. I could not believe how she saw me at that moment. Our mutual gazing ended when she kissed me and climbed out of bed.

I was now alone with Roberta, so I rolled over and opened my arms, finding her head soon cradled on my left shoulder and her left leg wrapped around mine, my left thigh feeling her hot wetness.

I was concerned all of a sudden... Bobbi was shaking. I held her closer, which seemed to increase the shaking, just as I felt her tears on my neck and shoulder.

I whispered to her that she was alright, she was safe, she was loved, nobody would hurt her here... yet she was still pouring out tears. I kissed her forehead.

Given the depth of her pain I was glad I wasn't "ready". We cuddled for a while, I rubbed and scratched her back with my left hand, though cradling her head with that shoulder made this more awkward.

I asked her what was wrong, which re-opened the floodgates.

"I... I'm a freak, no tits, all muscles, I thought working out would help, but so many of the boys think I'm a real dyke... and I'm not!" She wailed, finally, letting out her pain.

I held her closer and kissed her forehead again, not wanting to presume.

"And... even you aren't excited by me..." I finally heard.

Oh, shit. She wasn't like Sarah, she hadn't felt desirable. And my pride in not having an erection waving around was quite misplaced. With the thought that she wanted to feel like she was sexually desirable, well, I snapped to attention... and it was my turn to talk.

"Bobbi, I'm sorry, I didn't want to presume, I didn't want to pressure you, I do find you very desirable..."

That's when I heard my mom's voice at the door. "Son, you need to be the aggressor, here, so that you can prove your attraction to her. Not only hasn't she felt loved, she has no idea how desirable she is."

I looked at Roberta. "You... really don't realize what a beauty you are? How many boys look at you in gym and wish you weren't a lesbian? Not knowing that you're not? Oh, yeah, they're afraid to approach you, given your muscular build, but... they drool."

"But, Blackie... what about you?"

I rolled her onto her back and started to kiss her, doing my best to inflame her. She was kissing back but she seemed pretty passive otherwise... though her legs were spread. I started to work my way down her, ready to go down on her, but she stopped me, saying "not like that, OK?"

My dick, hard as a rock, was rubbing her bush, and I heard her moan, so I positioned myself and started to enter her sex, in effect "taking" this powerful girl.

I was fully embedded in her; I'd not felt a hymen, but I asked her if she was OK.

"Blackie... I am so OK right now. So this... is fucking?"

I started stroking into her, and nodded, then stopped to kiss her, despite the differences in our heights. We were soon fucking each other's brains out, no longer pausing for kisses or other caresses.

There seems to be something odd about me; I always thought that girls took longer to reach orgasm than a boy. In this case Bobbi preceeded me in reaching her orgasm and I sprayed down her clasping insides quite thoroughly as she was coming down from her climax.

She wouldn't let me get off from being on top of her, she wanted my weight on her as we kissed and cuddled. I was now bonded to three different girls.

Disoriented? Yes, I was disoriented. I was so happy with Red but now I was comfortable with other girls.

Her stomach suddenly growled, then mine did. We giggled at each other, disengaged, kissed, got up from the bed, kissed again, walked down the stairs, hand-in-hand, kissed again, and joined the family in the back-yard. Kissing again.

Red's family was here too, and her dad Samuel was running the grill. We soon had plates of food handed to us but Bobbi did get a question from Samuel: "Roberta, are you protected?"

The whole backyard seemed to hush to silence as Roberta shook her head, adding "I should get my period the day after tomorrow."

The tension in the air dissolved. Dinner was nice, I sat with the girls, who giggled. My mom walked up and asked if I was ready to talk with her. I got a lot of nods.

As I got up Eileen spoke up, "Don't take too long, I still want my turn!"

Just that morning I'd been ready to have a breakdown hearing that kind of sentiment; instead, now, I felt good. I was valued by someone I valued... and I now knew it to be right, not wrong.

My mom had me shower off before she brought me to her office; I was still wet from my time with Roberta, so she wanted to minimize the mess in her office. She dragged me into the shower stall and we showered together, her telling me about what Roberta had needed... and what she thought Eileen would need from me.

We were drying ourselves when she told me that maybe I would be better as a sex therapist than a doctor, adding "I don't think you can cope with the pain your patients would suffer. You're way too sensitive and caring to handle the hard parts of that job."

Well, maybe so, but I figured that it was her doing, and said so.

She shook her head as we went into her office, both still naked after the shower, and told me, as I sat in the patient recliner, "No, your basic sensitivity is part of your problem: I merely opened you up to specific people, so that you'd pay them more attention, so this morning I turned down your attention levels given your level of empathy. I went upstairs earlier when I heard some crying, and saw you trying to comfort her, not knowing what she really needed, right?"

I had to agree, I had no idea what she had really needed.

"She needed, at that moment, someone who found her sexually attractive, first. She needs you to be an aggressor for now and, son, that's not something you're particularly good at. But I'm sure, once you get the right idea, you'll know what to do. Eileen, however, is just as insecure, if not more, so a little aggression may be called for. Anyway, let's take a look in your head. Listen to me, son, ..."

The world spun away until I faded back in, Red sitting by my side, holding my hand.

My mom said, "I think things are pretty well straightened out... and you didn't really need me for any of it. I'm pleased, son, with your ability to analyze and learn."

Huh?

I felt the squeeze of my hand, looked to Red, and felt fully re-charged. Our eyes locked into an eternity of mutual adoration before we were interrupted by my mom, "Kids, take it easy, c'mon back outside."

We got up, I checked the clock, we'd not lost all that much time at all.

I was quite relaxed and feeling content when we stepped back outside and rejoined our guests. Marcie and Mark were there talking with them and they were being treated nicely.

I squeezed Sarah's shoulder and kissed her forehead, squeezed Bobbi and kissed her on the lips before sitting down next to Eileen. Red sat on the other side of Eileen.

The conversation flowing around as we sat related to The Program as implemented at Marcie and Mark's school; it was interesting how enthusiastic the kids were, but then, whole classes were in it. I also found out that there had been more transfers between classes, in both directions... so there was already some polarization between classrooms.

What I found interesting was that the kids didn't care about their nudity any more; they seemed to have outgrown the fascination. Of course, being third graders there wasn't much continued benefit to sexual awareness. Neither Mark nor Marcie were all that fascinated by the body shapes of our four guests.

At one point Eileen shuffled towards me on the bench, so I moved my arm and slid towards her and I was soon cuddled up to her, scratching and rubbing her back.

That's when I recalled what my mother told me about her, so I turned to her and started kissing her, wrapping her in a hug. At first she seemed startled but then went with it. Eileen may not see herself as attractive as she was, but she was certainly not stupid.

My kissing of her was a little aggressive and her timidity was melting quickly.

I will admit that I'd never have been this aggressive without the encouragement of both Red and my mom, but it seemed this short girl was coming alive quickly.

When her own arms clung to me I reached for her breasts. Her initial sound of disappointment when my hands left their positions on her back ceased once I'd cupped her breasts and her moans started.

I didn't recognize the point where she got past me, but she did, pushing me back with a lot more muscle than her small form implied; I found myself lying on my back on the grass with an aggressive girl on top of me, moving her pelvis all over trying to match my erection with her vagina. I was not surprised when she matched them together and started to sink onto me.

Unlike Sarah and Roberta, I discovered that Eileen had a hymen when our parts first met. That didn't last long.

We stopped occasionally to look at each other, our eyes meeting, then our hips would meet again, my hands on her breasts, on her hips, to her shoulders and back again. Her own hands moved as well, stimulating me.

Our climax was powerful and simultaneous; somehow we'd managed to reach our pinnacles in synchrony.

We rested, cuddling there on the lawn, exchanging kisses as we came back to the real world.

When we finally looked around we saw Sarah and Roberta staring at us with a look of relaxed contentment on their faces, Samantha sitting next to them looking wrung out and Red smiling at us.

It was important to me what Red was feeling so I met her eyes... and, well, despite the attention I'd just exchanged with Eileen, I knew that my desire for Red had not shrunk.

Despite feeling so close now to three more girls...

I finally looked further and realized that Mark and Marcie must've lost interest in me and Eileen, and were off on the swings. Our parents were all at one table and paid us scant attention, though from the expressions I could see, all were relaxed, sitting there quite naked.

Talk about weird timing; Samuel's pager went off on the table in front of him and grabbed his cell-phone.

Listening to him talk to the answering service and then his talk to the ER folks, we saw him get up to leave. My mom reminded him of his need to get dressed and we saw him head out.

Eileen and I looked at each other and smiled, and she finally spoke: "Blackie, Blackie... if only..."

Red realized she was reluctant to say more with an audience and prompted her to say more: "If only what? If only you could be his wife? One of his lovers?"

"Uhhh... Red, I must admit to wanting a man like this all to myself, but... I can handle it if I can only have a part of his time. So..."

"No problem, for now. But he's only got so much time..."

I saw a lot of nods.

Eileen turned to Red, then, "I'm glad I've been getting my monthly shot. Roberta, you gonna get the shot soon?"

"Eileen, in this group, you can call me Bobbi, OK? But, yes, I'll get the shot first thing in the morning. I kinda wonder what my mom will think, though, she's pretty uptight. My little brother Phil is in the same school as Mark and Marcie but my mom transferred him to a class that isn't going nude. How much you want to bet she opts me out for next week?"

We all hung our heads with that line.

Wow. Four days. It took four days for me to realize that being a participant in The Program was not a punishment. It had been far more rewarding.

Eileen and I finally got up off the grass and the six of us helped clean up the yard before heading into the house to avoid the bugs of dusk.

I got some help from Red in removing the grass from my back in the shower and we helped Bobbi, Sarah and Eileen dress so they could head home. We did ask to know how things went when they got home.

Samantha hung around and did her homework with us; she'd arranged to sleep over and would be sharing our bed. I knew that going "all the way" was a bad idea, but agreeing to cuddle and sleep was no problem.

We climbed into bed together, me in the middle, and soon I was being spooned by Red, in her arms, with my arms wrapped around Sam. I did kiss her shoulder and scratch her back as we started to fade out.

Sure it was warm this way... but it was so comforting.

With a sense of deep contentment, sleep was soon to arrive.

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