Naked In School: Kelly - Friday (part 05/14)

Friday morning came too quickly as the sunlight poured into my bedroom, waking us up.

All three of us.

I was still spooned by Red's larger frame curled along my back and I had Samantha backed up to my chest. There was feeling of utter contentment and a desire to stay as I was, if they'd stay as well.

As I was squeezing Samantha I started to kiss her shoulder, getting the same from Red. I felt Sam shiver momentarily and heard her go "mmmmmmm" in my arms with a sound of contentment.

A cozy feeling, one I wanted more of.

Red and I had only been sleeping together for three days now and I already could not cope with the idea of sleeping alone again.

Adding Samantha to the mix was an added delight; there was something satisfying to me in being the "holder" rather than just the "held". It somehow felt very fulfilling to hold her close to me.

It took me a few moments to categorize the feeling I had.

I felt protective.

Feeling protective of someone else... appealed to me.

Finally Red told me "This feels good... very good. You are so much more relaxed this morning..."

Sam was awake enough, it seemed, as she asked, "Is this what it's really like? I had problems sleeping for a while, last night. You guys sure slept through me moving around, but... waking up like this... is... is..."

I whispered in her ear that it was normal, adding, "We had an advantage... we've slept together for three days, so we got used to sleeping through the other moving around. Your first time sharing a bed like this meant you had to adapt like we did. And, yes, in the mornings... it was wonderful. So waking up next to Red is like Heaven."

Red added "It also feels fantastic to wake up with him in my arms, too."

Despite the utter charm of lying there cuddling each other, the needs of our bodies became rather more, well, insistent.

Yeah. We had to pee.

We were soon crawling out of the bed and, en masse, headed for the bathroom. Both girls were kind to me and let me take the first whiz, Samantha commenting that I was so polite in handling the seat. I smiled at her as I restored the seat to it's "rightful" position, adding that "I guess I was well trained."

I got nice smiles from both of them.

This shower was a tight fit for the three of us but we all got each other cleaned up... inside and out. Both girls worked to drain me as I used my hands to bring them off. We could have had more fun if we'd been able to use the larger shower stall in my parents bathroom.

We dried off but had to spend extra time drying Sam's hair with towels and brushing it out, not having a blow drier in the house.

It's funny... but it was fun (and even soothing) to do this. I actually felt good just brushing her hair while sitting on the bed.

We got interrupted by my mom who handed us a bag of clothes for Sam, letting us know that it had been dropped off for her.

"Mom... she brought the clothes here? Where I live, not Red? And she's not upset about that?"

My mom gave us all a warm smile. "She's seen the video and knows what her daughter said... and would jump you herself in a second if it was legal."

Samantha looked shocked, sitting there, before saying "But we didn't do anything. We just slept."

My mom looked at her closely before asking "And how do you feel this morning?"

Sam smiled, bright enough to dim the morning sun streaming in through the window... "Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. I just wish I could wake up like this every day."

My mom smiled at her, "That sounds like a nice goal, Sam."

Sam looked at Red and I, her smile still blinding, Red said "Hey, I'm not gonna push you away. Right, Blackie?"

I added "Sam... I really do feel like I belong with Red... but... after last night... you make a good teddy bear for me to hold. It would hurt me a lot to hurt you."

Red teased me, too, with her comment. "With him holding you, it seems to make my own teddy bear that much happier to be held, too."

Red and I smiled to each other, our warm eyes meeting, then together at Sam. Her face, flipping back and forth between us, got happier.

My mom cleared her throat in order to regain our attention. When we all stopped our gazes of mutual adoration, she told us to "Get Sam dressed and then all of you get ready for school. So, get a move on. I've got to get Mark going. And, son... you look much better this morning, not anywhere near as shaky as when I saw you yesterday morning."

I smiled back to her before answering that "Well, I had a lot fewer shocks this morning."

My mom's smile seemed to look more like the cat who'd eaten the canary before stepping out to go to my brother's room.

Red and I helped Sam into her clothing, giving her a fair amount of attention. I did not let her have her panties despite the skirt delivered.

I finally asked the question: "Sam, don't you get periods?"

She blushed and nodded agreement.

"When was your last period?"

"Oh... I got over it on Saturday."

"I guess you're not protected, right?"

Sam looked sad for a moment. "Actually, I am. I've been getting the shot monthly to regulate my periods."

Why would this sadden her? Red asked "So, how far have you gotten?"

Sam got a haunted look, answering in a small voice "Until this week, with Blackie, I haven't even kissed. Nobody has wanted me."

It was my turn to nod, and, remembering something my mom had told me, I pushed her onto her back on the bed and kissed her knees... which got a moan. It was easy for me to get her to spread her legs as I kissed my way up her inner thighs.

"Blackie... what are... you... doing to... me?" she panted.

I stopped for a moment. "You're breakfast, sweetie" as I kissed her smooth mons and insinuated my tongue into her slit.

She only looked like a pre-pubescent girl. Even though I had no idea how a real pre-pubescent pussy should differ in taste from what I'd already been exposed to, Sam's lack of hair was the only real difference as I stroked her suddenly wet core and flicked her clit. Her taste was little different from others I'd tasted this week, so I figured that she was functional enough.

The squeaks I was hearing from her were pleasant and were as much of a turn on as they had been when I used my fingers on her in the shower. Bringing her to the crest... and having her slide over it with a loud moan... was heavenly.

I really do like hearing a woman reach orgasm, and it hits me hardest when it's my efforts helping her achieve release.

It seemed strange how good I could feel when giving pleasure to another, be it Red or any of the other girls.

At the same time as I felt good about what I'd just done for (or with) Samantha, I was already seeing a downside to this whole polyamory thing: time. Sure, I could feel that my ability to love-- and express it-- had grown, but... how can one have the time to give your lovers the attention they deserve?

On top of all this, we had to get moving. Sam smiled at me. Red had her own warm smile for me.

Mark was feeding his face when we arrived and we soon joined him in scarfing down my dad's cooking. We all made sure to make appreciative noises to the cook. My dad was definitely more talented in making breakfast than my mom.

Leaving for school was quick and easy, Red and I traveling bare again, Sam holding my other hand. We had to be pretty flexible given the too-narrow sidewalk.

We again met Billie and Bob who were also holding hands; I could see from their faces that they were a LOT happier as a couple.

I'd heard stories about the likelihood of Program participants "hitting it off" being not all that likely, but, of the couples formed under the fire of the situations brought on by this exposure, I'd also heard that those who had bonded this way were stable and happy.

Yet I'd not expected it for myself... but the bond I shared with Red seemed unshakeable.

The Program seemed to be more of a "mating game" than I'd ever believed possible. While the brochure had talked about comfort with one's one own physical body and identity, it seemed that the buddy system was going a lot further.

And perhaps this was an unintended consequence of the buddy system. If so... it was a worthwhile thing. Without it I would never have "seen" Red the right way to make the step.

I had to admit that the "learning about one's self" part of The Program had made me far more transparent to myself than I'd ever thought I could be. Even as a teen-ager, I wanted and enjoyed "love"... and wanted to share it. I even recalled Ms. Caruso talking about Maslow's seven needs, and love was fairly prominent on it. I've craved attention, wanting to find someone to be "mine" to return the love I was giving.

And every girl I'd dated had seemed to fall short.

I'd spent so much time blind to Red as my "perfect mate" until The Program forced us closer together in a physical sense than we'd ever been before.

OK, so our parents had a part in pulling off our blinders. Big deal. I had to admit now that they'd done the right thing. Red was hiding in my plain sight-- as I'd been in hers.

There were things I'd learned about myself than I was really not so comfortable with. One issue that especially bothered me was that, between Red and myself... I was the more fragile member of this couple.

There is something in that realization that hurts, you know.

Especially if you're male.

And feeling that you're supposed to be the strong one, both physically and emotionally.

But, for me, just sharing a look with Red, eye to eye, gave me strength. I have no idea where it was coming from, but I felt it.

Our arrival nude at the school was no longer such a big deal since the process of undressing was far more entertaining to others than just seeing someone walk up in the nude. We still had a fair number of greeters but there wasn't as much cheering as when we'd been stripping.

Maybe that aspect explains why the various lingerie shops are not suffering despite "The Program".

By now either the "thrill" of having us in The Program had paled or we'd become blase, not paying much attention to the various gawkers and gropers as we navigated the halls to our home room.

Our day began in home room and our attendance carefully noted. Given our name-inspired visibility we'd never been able to get comfortable cutting school-- especially since if one or the other of us were absent the present one would be grilled. It's a good thing we didn't get ill so easily.

The Program had also been changing attendance statistics; I recall hearing that the drop-out and truancy rates were much higher in the time my parents were in high school... which sounds odd, really, given the distraction of having a lot of dinosaurs roaming the earth.

Our homeroom time was subdued despite our state.

Our first class on Friday was a "Library Period" to give us access to information residing in books and computers; Red and I usually fell into the role of assistant Librarians for this class and this kept us busy with the other students.

First period slid by quickly and we were soon on our way to English, which, because of my breakdown the day before, both Red and I had missed part of. As usual, we navigated the hallway hand-in-hand.

I think it's funny how it takes almost a whole week to adapt to having a nude student in a class, so, by the time the nudity becomes a non-distraction to the rest of the class the potential distraction was over.

We got our normal "Friday Quiz" dealt with early in the period and then, finally, got our list of assignments for the week-end. English isn't that stuffy a class but it did not leave much of a mark on me.

So the bell sent us into the hallways away from the protection afforded us by the classroom and we were mixing again into the gawkers and gropers. It had taken almost a week for the more timid guys (and girls) to finally ask us questions... and given the hunted rabbit look so many seemed to wear, we were far more outgoing and cooperative in answering. Given the politeness we were hearing we often exceeded what they'd ask for as a "reasonable request".

Yes, I know it sounds excessive, but their requests didn't go real far, so it was only right to provide more than they asked.

Not far from the gym, after a few quick interruptions, we suddenly stopped in the hallway on the way to Gym and looked at each other and I could see the worry in Red's eyes. I did think she was probably reflecting the concern in my own. Red wanted to make sure I was ready for the locker room.

"Blackie, you are allowed to have fun, you know. So I want you to enjoy any and all attention you get, all right?"

I was still nervous but I nodded. Once I reassured Red that I'd be OK, we continued towards the Gym.

Girls in the hall were still giving me serious "eyes". Sure they were polite in that they didn't just reach for my equipment, but I did hear a lot of girls wishing me a good morning and watching me walk in the halls.

I was not used to this kind of attention. I'd been such a nobody, and had tried to be a nobody, that this kind of exposure had me almost spooked.

We turned a corner and there was one freshman girl we almost collided with who stood there, rooted to the spot, her eyes opened wide on seeing me. I smiled at her. She smiled back. Her face seemed to be melting as she looked at me, her eyes focused on mine, suddenly showing a look of (to me) misplaced adoration. I finally broke eye contact and looked to Red who was wearing a smile.

Red and I went around her and I could tell she was following me with her eyes as she stood watching us walk to the locker rooms.

Red commented "Blackie, I think she's drooling..."

I nodded, adding "If you don't think the idea of that scares me..."

I'd been getting these melted-down looks from a fair number of girls so far that I was worried. Surely there'd be some kind of backlash?

Entering the girl's locker room this time was different after the fight yesterday, but I did my best to follow the normal procedures. Today was a day outside, working on various track-based events. The sunny day was not going to be very helpful given my tendency to burn.

Being pounced on by Sarah, Roberta, Eileen and Juenko was a surprise. Discovering that they were covering me with sunscreen for our time outdoors was a sign of forward thinking that I'd lacked. I knew I'd be thankful for it, too, before the end of gym class.

Early on, as all four were working on my erection, I recognized Tamara and her clique looking on. It wasn't long before I was completely focused on my four direct benefactors as I was brought to eruption.

It was only afterwards, as I came down from my climax, that I realized what looked so odd.

Tamara and her group had used makeup to cover their injuries while Sarah, Bobbi and Eileen hadn't.

Which seemed to accentuate the differences.

And impressed me with the character of those who didn't cover their injuries.

Of course, seeing that the girls who'd covered me in sunscreen had each been marked with my issue was both embarrassing and exciting at the same time.

I got to talk with Red out on the field about what had been done and she smiled and told me she got some service as well in the boy's locker room.

We went through the normal activities and the return to the locker room for showers brought back a feeling of anxiety... until I found myself surrounded by my four defenders and showered together. I had them helping me wash and found my erection hurting by the time we were through. I also liked that they let me wash parts of them, too. I did hug each girl a lot in the shower and we did manage to sneak in some kisses.

While drying off, Roberta started to kiss me and the next thing I knew I was laying on my back on one of the benches as Juenko returned my dick to her pussy and felt her reach full depth immediately; she must have been very slick to make up for her tight channel.

I found my eyes blocked as another rode my face, so I was a willing participant as Juenko rode me to a quick ejaculation and Sarah got off on my tongue.

They helped me up and got my socks and shoes back on me but left me with a wet face.

I didn't mind. Sarah tasted good.

When we disengaged and looked around I saw a lot of girls touching themselves; after my third time this morning there was no chance for me to come back to life despite my age.

Of the four A-list pugilists I noticed only Josephine chose not to re-apply her make-up, so the bruises and scratches on her face were far more visible. This little act of exposure seemed to do something for her strength of character.

Since I didn't need to dress further I helped Sarah and Juenko dress since they were still a bit shaky. Roberta and Eileen worked well together in helping dress. I made sure to pull them into hugs and kissed their foreheads now that we had a more attentive audience.

Josephine walked over to me and asked me to clip her bra for her and turned her back to me; numbly, without complaint, I did it for her just before rubbing and scratching her back between her shoulder blades. She turned to thank me and even kissed my cheek after I told her she was welcome.

I could see Tamara and the rest of her clique looking daggers at Josephine, obviously for breaking ranks. I did hope they didn't do anything stupid. Seeing their faces, though...

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. I didn't know what, but the pit of my stomach was sinking. Fast.

Getting away from Tamara and her cronies by heading for Math class couldn't happen fast enough for me. Sure, I didn't want to let Juenko and the rest down, but I was starting to feel threatened.

And I couldn't explain, even to myself, why .

Reclaiming an apparently well sated Red from the door to the boy's locker room allowed us to proceed; I gave Roberta and Eileen each an affectionate hug when they needed to head for their own classes. Juenko's class across the hall let her walk all of the way with Sarah, Red and I.

As sexually sated as we were the exposure to our students playing the part of examiner in the hallways didn't seem as much of an imposition as it had been earlier in the week.

Math class was rather more interesting... but not in a real positive sense. It started with me called up to the white-board again to work through a problem, by myself, with no help.

The miracle, to me, was that I got it right. It was almost enough of a thrill to give me a hardon... but I didn't. Meeting Red's eyes and seeing her smile, though, did the trick of giving me a partial erection I could have done without at that moment.

When allowed to return to my seat I saw Pamela called up to the front to run a problem on the board.

It had been painful enough to watch on Wednesday, but I'd lucked out then since I'd been distracted by my own issues in front of the class. She shuffled to the front of the class and her steps looked painful.

What was wrong with me? I felt like I was in pain, just watching her.

Considering her academic track record, she had nothing to fear. She was also one of the lucky ones, so physically "normal" and invisible that she fell below the radar of the status clique. She also, I believed, must have good support from her boyfriend of two years, Colin.

Her motions in the front of the class were quiet, precise, efficient and damn near robotic. It struck me that if there was ever anybody who needed to see a shrink it was Pamela.

I turned to see Red watching me; she had the oddest look on her face, too.

Sarah also caught my eye; she normally sat next to Pamela and had a sad look on her face as she motioned towards Pam.

Math dragged a bit but, once she'd been paraded through one of the problems, Pamela was allowed to sit back down. Her shuffle back to her seat looked like she'd been beaten.

It really did hurt just watching her.

And I thought again: What the FUCK was wrong with me? Why was I even the slightest bit concerned about her?

It bothered me also that I was paying her as much attention as I had; I did worry that someone was actually beating this girl but the various checks and balances within the school are intended to catch this kind of thing. All I could really do was shrug and hope someone was caring for her.

Class finished up with us getting our homework assignments for the week-end. I hoped to make fewer mistakes.

As we got up, Red pushed me in Pamela's direction and I saw Sarah cornering Pamela in my direction. Through their arrangement we ended up trapped facing each other in between rows; I had Red behind me, she had Sarah behind her... and Pamela looked scared.

"Red," I asked over my shoulder, "what is going on?"

"Blackie, talk to Pamela. I want you to know you can stop worrying about her. You were almost bleeding, watching her before. Pam, tell Blackie that you're OK?"

Pam's face went from merely scared to frightened out of her wits. Sarah spoke over her shoulder before Pam could, asking "Come to lunch with us, will you?"

Pamela was apparently on autopilot; she was scared, but not of us.

What did she have to be so scared of?

Why did I care so much? Why did her fear bother me so much? Then:

Who was she scared of?

Juenko joined us in the hallway and we made our way to the lunchroom.

I had to admit today's menu didn't look quite so toxic as I'd come to expect.

Red positioned Pamela on the opposite side of me from herself, with Sarah pinning her between us.

"So, Pamela, what's the problem? Why so scared?"

"Ummmm... my parents want me to go in The Program next week and... uhhhhh... I don't want to. I really don't want to. I really, really... don't want to."

Whoa. No wonder my heart had been bleeding in Math. "Why such a problem? I mean, c'mon, I'm no Adonis, am I? And as much as Red is a knockout to me, neither of us have been laughed at in this whole Program thing so far. What could be so damn awful... Hmmmm?"

A tiny voice, only I could hear it: "I'm a freak."

Given how quietly she said it, I knew enough to not repeat it as a question; my heart almost stopped. I could tell, from how her face turned so white so quickly that she was uncomfortable having told me even that much.

At this point Roberta and Eileen arrived shortly followed by Samantha; none of them seemed upset that Pamela was here with us and Sam nodded to her.

So I turned back to Pam and put my arms around her, putting my mouth to her ear and breathed "I don't see how you can be much of a freak, you know..."

This position made it easy for her to talk into my ear quite directly-- and privately. "I've got too much hair... and some other things..."

I pulled back to look at her. "So?"

She pulled me back, so she could tell me privately: "You can't understand. I'm a freak. It takes a lot to avoid being noticed at gym."

Well, she wasn't in my gym class so I couldn't say much to that, but I had to add "It can't be that bad. Why don't you talk to Red's dad? He's a doctor and will tell you that you're not a freak."

"I see him already for my epilepsy. Are you sure?"

I'd not known about that. I squeezed her tighter to me. "Come home with us this afternoon, all right? I'll bet you'll discover that you're not the freak you think you are, OK?"

I got a squeeze back.

I suddenly had to ask, as the thought hit me, "Uh... is there a problem with your boyfriend?"

She shook her head, adding "You know Colin, right?"

It was my turn to nod. "Invite him over, OK?"

I got another squeeze with her reply of "OK."

Disengaging was not easy since my eyes were wet. Just being epileptic must bother her deeply.

She seemed less scared, now. I could relax... and found Red squeezing me. I hummed a happy noise as I hugged her back.

It took a few minutes of this kind of cuddling before we started on our lunches.

No, lunch wasn't quite as toxic as I'd expected. It was actually quite good and, for once, I regretted the small portions.

We parted ways with Pamela on exiting the cafeteria and went off to Psych.

It was interesting how Red and I had accumulated something of an entourage.

In Psych class we discussed more about polyamory than I wanted to know. I also ended up noticing that more girls in the class were giving me what could only be speculative looks. There was a part of me that was, well, rather anxious. Kim, I think, was disturbed with my sudden popularity, especially given how recently she'd broken up with me. I suspected that I'd already accumulated quite a reputation... but as what?

Psych ended finally and we headed off to wood shop... and were stopped in the hall by Mr Tilling: "Mr MacGregor, I'm still not sure if you will need to repeat The Program next week. Your parents are willing but aren't pressing for it. Your mother suggested that if I decided to do so that I should partner you with someone who needs your support. What do you think about this?"

It didn't take any thought. I was comfortable enough right then, even naked. "I don't have a problem. If someone needs any help I can give, I don't mind spending another week in The Program."

He seemed taken aback. "Are you really... that comfortable with this?"

This was an easy question to answer, now. "I've got my own support system, so, now, I have no problem coping. If anything, the fight yesterday proved that I'm not alone... and I don't want anyone else to feel alone, either."

He nodded and turned to Red, "And you, Miss MacGregor, how would you feel if your boyfriend was in The Program and you are not?"

She smiled. The rest of her seemed to fade behind that smile. "No problem at all. At least I'd get access to him in the girl's locker room!"

Mr Tilling blanched and it seemed to take a few moments for him to start breathing again. "Please, Miss MacGregor, not so much enthusiasm, all right?"

Red nodded. "Sorry, I needed to tease a bit."

He finally relaxed. "All right, thank you both. Best head off for your next class."

We nodded and proceeded to Wood Shop.

Wood shop is still not much fun considering the sawdust and tools. I really thought we should have more in the way of protective clothing.

The escape from wood-shop to the Library for our Study session was a relief despite the progress each of us had made on our projects.

Red and I spent a lot of time working with students running searches and doing research, so we faced additional questions about us as a couple and our sexual relationship.

Going to French class was dreaded but it meant we were one more period closer to a week-end, the gauntlet in the halls seemed to get tougher again, though.

Escaping from French for... Art... was an escape but given our experiences this week was more than a little anxiety provoking.

Walking into the classroom I found myself with a girl wrapped around me; Josephine was crying on my shoulder. I held her tight even though she was fully dressed, an extreme contrast to my own state. I found Red squeezing Jo's shoulder, too. I asked her what happened and I learned again of how the A-list worked, even against "it's own".

Apparently Tamara had a rather cruel streak and anyone with even the slightest amount of empathy was, well, a target.

So I told her that she was a "good girl" and that she needed to be Josephine and not someone else as she slowly calmed down.

Somehow I don't think it was my advice that calmed her. I suspect that she found the cuddling I gave her far more comforting than anything I could say.

Meanwhile, as I was comforting her, I could see Samantha's pencil flying and even Bart looked busy, even before the bell rang. I could see other students taking Sam and Bart's examples as they started their own sketches.

I did my best to not pay attention to those drawing me in this situation, but even Mr Biddle was quiet and didn't try to change what seemed like a perfect pose.

Josephine finally relaxed and started to peel away but stopped when she heard Mr Biddle tell her "Please, Josephine, hold that pose."

Even Red stayed where she was, her hand on one of Jo's shoulders.

When we were allowed to disengage we got to see the drawing that Sam did... and Jo's pain was evident in the lines she'd drawn.

Jo, heartened by this, got herself ready to draw. Mr Biddle called for volunteers to pose with Red.

I got to draw, finally, as Bart got cuddled by Red. I will admit that my drawing was technically well-done but lacked the soul that Red saw but could not easily express. It was a nice break from being drawn.

Actually, I was drawn anyway. Jo drew me... and her drawing was a very flattering work. It bugged me that she had more of an "eye" than I did, even if her skill in transferring her vision to paper weren't up to mine... but at least she had vision, which I still lacked.

The bell signaling our release for the week-end came after we all got a chance to look at the various drawings made during our week in The Program. I realized there was a lot to absorb here... and Friday afternoon was not when I wanted to think to deeply about myself.

The sobering quality of many of the drawings was more than mildly intimidating.

So, leaving the building, we had Samantha with us as we walked out by the shelter where Pamela was waiting. There were others around to witness any Program participants on their way home.

Pamela let me know that Colin would be by in an hour or so, as soon as he finished band practice.

Roberta and Eileen met us shortly afterwards and Juenko met us later with Sarah in tow.

Both of Red's folks were home and Samuel looked startled to see Pamela with us. Now that I knew she'd seen him as his patient I could see he was trying to avoid embarrassing her.

Pamela's clear voice exposed the first of her secrets, with "Doctor MacGregor, I've got some questions, but not about my epilepsy..."

The room went silent. Red's look of shock was not to be missed; I was apparently the only one in our little group privy to this. Red's dad took a couple of seconds before he asked, "OK, what can I help you with?"

I looked around. Nobody looked comfortable given Pam's epilepsy. I could see concern on quite a few faces.

Pam looked around at us, looking scared. Red and I were still nude and Red's mom was too. "I... uh... feel like a freak."

Samuel's face got apprehensive. "Have people been teasing you about your petit mal?"

"No, no... I feel like a freak. My body is deformed."

Seeing Red's dad tilt his head like that looked familiar-- he was not following her line of reasoning. I realized she needed comfort, so I motioned for all the girls to undress. It was a measure of solidarity that they did; Samuel saw and Sylvie recommended that he follow suit.

So he dropped his suit, and sat back down. "What's wrong, Pam? I seriously doubt you're all that deformed..."

She started peeling off her clothing. Her long hair was strategically draped over her shoulders; when she pushed it to her back I could finally see why she'd grown it so long, all to hide her "deformity".

The others gasped, Red's mouth was hanging open, I thought I could see her salivating.

There, on Pamela's chest and abdomen were extra nipples. Her body was equipped more like a cat with three pairs of nipples running down her front. My erection took notice and saluted her almost instantly, my mouth watering. I went "Wow!"

Samuel's reaction included an almost instantaneous erection as well. He echoed me before his mind took control. "I'm sorry, Pamela, I didn't mean to act so unprofessional."

"Doctor MacGregor... I'm not offended, but... I'm a freak of nature, right?"

Samuel waved at his erection. "I think I can say with some authority that I do not think you're a freak."

I was nodding too.

Pam was looking from him to me and back again, searching our faces and looking at our erections. It took a few cycles before she said "How could you say that? Look at me! I have too many tits!"

"Pamela, those are just supernumary nipples, nothing to get all bent out of shape over. They're actually fairly common. Your extras are well formed, though, and... well, I can tell you that I don't think you are a freak because of them. I find them rather nice."

I liked them too, even if the extras weren't really tits, there not being much sign of bulges behind these nipples. These nipples weren't all that big, either, and their color wasn't much different from her skin, which must have made it easier for her to get away with her showers.

Her flat belly... with the bumps... showed sign of a dark patch running up it, so I looked closer.

She had stubble running up her belly. I followed the path and ran my fingers over it. Her belly spasmed a bit in reaction to my touch. Samuel looked closer.

My body's salute to her... attributes... had not flagged.

Red finally said something: "You're so scared of showing us how poorly equipped we are? Geez, Pam... I'll bet that if you go through the program you'll have boys worshiping your body."

My hand had reached her pussy and she jumped, finally paying attention to my inspection of her. My fingers did a quick inventory and found her to be properly equipped.

The rest of her was normal, it seemed, though her pubic hair seemed to have a much wider range. It was equally obvious that she was shaving. I reached for and touched one of her bottom pair of nipples and she jumped again, going "Ooohhh."

All six of her nipples were now hard, top to bottom.

Samuel, after he'd mentioned they weren't all that unusual a thing, picked up in the near silence of my inspection. "Uh, Pamela... I hope you don't think supernumary nipples really qualifies as a deformity. They're not really all that unusual, you know, one in two hundred people have 'em, even men. Like I've said, these are well-matched. Your pubic hair, though, growing large like that... could also be quite a draw."

Sylvie decided to clarify things: "My husband, being one of your doctors, is trying to maintain his professional detachment, so he's afraid to tell you that he thinks you're adorable."

Red's dad nodded agreement to his wife's explanation.

It was Pamela's turn to look surprised. She looked around at all of us: Red and Roberta had almost completely flat chests, Sarah was well rounded, Sam was still boyish in figure... Excepting Sylvie, the closest we had to "normal" figures on girls was Juenko and Eileen.

In this crowd Pamela would be seen as well equipped.

Now I'd known Colin on-and-off, not really as a buddy, but we did talk occasionally. I knew him to be slightly more geeky than I was. "Pamela... You've been dating Colin for quite a while, now. Has he seen you like this?"

Pam shook her head. It seemed odd that her relationship with Colin hadn't gotten this far, of course, despite how long they'd been dating.

"So, Pam, what say you let Colin see you... like this. Do you think you could handle that?"

Her look of fear returned and I could now figure out where it was coming from. She was very afraid of rejection.

Red added "Especially if we have him strip for you?"

Her fear remained. I had to nip this one right now. "No, I don't think he's stupid enough to reject you, and I don't think he'd ever hurt you, either... but... I'm willing to bet that he'll be worshiping you in no time."

Pam smiled "A bet, hey? You're betting he'll accept me like this, right? What do I get if you lose?"

"What would you like from me?"

"When I'm in The Program I want you to fuck me in the halls at least once a day. I want people to see me getting it from the most romantic guy in the school."

I was taken aback by that comment. Most romantic? Me? I turned that comment aside and concentrated on Pam again. I'd ask her later why she said that.

I could tell that Pam was afraid of rejection, so I looked to Red, who was nodding to me, a thumb up. I sighed. "All right, Red seems to think that's workable for us."

"But, Blackie... if you win, though... I won't have anything to give you if Colin is interested, will I?"

I nodded. "If you win this bet, well, that'll hurt you and that'd hurt me... and the others, and we'd want you to be happy. With this kind of bet, though, if I win, you win... and I want to see you happy. I'm pretty sure that Red does not want to see you hurting."

With that out of the way we left Red's folks in the living room and moved into the dining room table to get our homework out of the way.

We were pretty deep into it when Colin finally arrived.

Red greeted him at the door and had him strip down to match us in the living room before walking him back to Pamela, erection and all. I suspect that Red's nudity reduced his anxiety... but then both Samuel and Sylvie were still nude in the living room, so that would reduce his anxiety more than just a little.

Pam had admitted to us that Colin wasn't likely to be any more sexually experienced than I'd been Monday morning so seeing Red nude had him, well, at attention.

And I could tell he was uncomfortable with his physical response to Red's nudity.

We'd also been told that they'd not started petting yet, all because Pam was afraid of exposing her secret. Despite Pam's doubts I figured that Colin was very interested in her... simply because he'd not moved on in all this time they'd been dating.

This was confirmed when he came entered the dining room, full of nude girls... and he only had eyes for Pamela's.

Seeing his reaction to finding her I realized that he was pretty far gone. He had it bad for her. He hadn't even noticed her extras, looking directly at her face and eyes. It sure did look like he already worshiped the ground she walked on.

As Pam looked at Colin I could see a lot of the fear in her face vanish as she melted, looking into his face and eyes.

I'd suggested to Juenko that she push Pam's long hair back to best show her extras when she stood up... and, when Pam stood up for Colin, there was no way he could really miss her... extras.

Colin didn't notice, though, never looking below her face. He walked up to her, into her open arms, never once looking down.

Their kiss started out very tentative, both afraid of getting it wrong. Taking a lead from my parents, we took up positions around them and kept pushing them back together. Their attention to kissing grew with each push back.

It wasn't long before they were rubbing against each other and it was exciting to see all of Pam's erect nipples being scraped against his skin. His erection was invisible as it was trapped between their bodies. I figured her stubble would be uncomfortable...

We finally let them part and I saw his glance downward; it was obvious he wondered what he'd been feeling. (I will now admit that I wished I'd been in his place for a while, too.) His glance stopped, staring down Pam's front, taking in her extra "features". I could see Pamela looking scared and then saw her look at me with a flash of anger.

Then we all heard Colin's reaction: "Wow... Wow... that's so COOOOOOOLLLLL!"

The flash of surprise on Pam's face is a sight I wish had captured by a camera; as it was, it was one of the scenes I will probably forever treasure.

Pam grabbed him, then, and started crying on his shoulder.

Colin, unsure of himself at that moment, had a flash of fear on his face. If that was me I'd be sure I'd done something wrong. I had to reassure him. "Colin, she's happy. Keep holding her, scratch her back, tell her she's beautiful."

No, he may be unsure of how to deal with a girl, but he was not an idiot by any means, doing his best to comfort and reassure the girl in his arms.

Considering they were about the same size they looked so well matched. Their kissing had been easier for them than for me with Red, but this pose with her head on his shoulder was a beautiful sight... which Sam was capturing with her sketch-pad.

Given Pam's shaking, I wondered, just at that moment, about how long she'd held in her self-damnation. I could also tell that Colin was exceptionally happy to be providing her such comfort.

I found myself wrapped in Red's arms and completed our hug by placing my own arms around her. Once feeling warm and secure we started kissing, in depth. I was really quite happy now, in Red's arms, able to focus all of my attention on my lover.

The weight I'd felt from Pam's fears had been lifted minutes before; why I'd carried any of it to begin with was still a mystery to me... but one I wasn't going to worry over as I cuddled with Red.

It was not long before Red guided me to the carpeted floor as we continued our touching of each other. I soon found myself on my back on the carpeted floor with Red riding me. We were busy moaning and groaning as we ground ourselves together, our eyes on each other.

I'd been pent up for a while so it took little time for me to give Red my contribution to lubrication which arrived as she joined me at the pinnacle.

Red's climax was a reassuring event and our eyes met again once we regained control of them, our shared smile warming each other.

We lay there recuperating, sharing kisses and touches as we came out of our spell enough to hear another couple going at it, so we looked over. Yes, it was unexpected, but Pamela was on top of Colin, riding him, as if she'd taken a lesson from Red.

It seemed a little quick for a pair of virgins, especially considering how quickly Red and I had been pushed into it. This seemed even quicker.

Thinking back over how Red and I had been "set up" I had to wrap my arms around her, tight, thinking that I could have lost her.

Red was startled by my suddenly renewed embrace and we were soon just cuddling, me rubbing and scratching her back as she lay on top of me. I was comfortable there as we both listened to the crescendo of Pam and Colin's mutual climax.

Well, almost mutual. It sure had sounded like Pam went off more than once and preceded Colin by a matter of 15 seconds.

We did wait for them to come down and recognize that they'd done "the deed" in front of an audience. The look they gave us all was, well... uncomfortable.

Red broke the silence, though, asking Pam "I'm surprised you actually jumped him. I thought you were both virgins..."

Pam smiled. "Not any more, Red, not any more. I broke my hymen years ago when I was doing gymnastics, so that wasn't in the way. It was my tits that got in the way. Once" her face softened suddenly, as she collapsed wordlessly onto her beau.

Red and I disengaged quickly as Colin tried to talk to the girl on top of him. "Pam?"

Each time he tried to get a response he seemed more worried.

Well, I could understand why. I'd seen Pam go blank, as had Red. She'd warned me at lunch. Obviously Colin had no idea she was epileptic.

Red had learned enough from her folks and checked Pam's pulse and breathing while I checked her face, her muscles slack. Red interrupted Colin's anxious questions with an answer "I think she's having a seizure, a petit mal. Let me get my dad."

I saw Colin go white on hearing that Red's dad was going to look in on them as they were. I was telling him to relax, it'd be cool, "No, Colin, you didn't cause it, she let me know today she gets epileptic seizures, so don't worry..."

Samuel came into the room at full steam and started going over Pam's vitals and checking her pupils, Sylvie finally arriving just as Pam was coming back to life, carrying a BP cuff.

Pamela's face, as soon as she was completely "alert and oriented", took on a look of utter mortification. "Did I just have a seizure?"

Colin was holding her hand, looking concerned.

Samuel's answer of "Yes" brought back her look of fear, and Colin did the best thing he could have, gathering her closer to him in his arms.

"So, Doctor MacGregor, will she usually have a seizure when, uh, when..."

Red's dad smiled warmly at both of them. "No, it shouldn't, but she needs to pay attention to how much sleep she's been getting, her blood sugar and the like. It's also a bad idea to take a hot shower when any of the other risk factors are present. So, dear, how much sleep have you been getting?"

Pam looked uncomfortable, before admitting "Not that much. I've been upset over my parents pushing me into The Program and, well, I didn't eat well at lunch today."

Her eyes turned to Colin's... and, whatever she saw in his face reassured her just enough for us to see her relax.

We watched the quick checks Red's dad did to confirm she was functioning well seemed to reassure him until he added "Pam, can we bring you to the hospital? I want them to run an EEG on you."

Pam looked to Colin, nodded, and we all helped Colin and Pam get dressed for the run. Sam handed Colin some napkins for them to wipe each other off before dressing. When Red's folks returned they were dressed again and guided our guests out to the car. Sylvie called over "Order a pizza tonight, OK? And Marcie is over at Mark's house tonight, so don't worry about her. We'll be back when we get back, OK?"

We were quite agreeable to this situation and called for a pizza before finishing our homework.

Needless to say we didn't dress. The pizzas got delivered by one of our bigger classmates who didn't mind seeing the girls nude but got a bit irritated when he saw me with them despite the big tip.

By this time we were no longer conscious that nudity wasn't the "norm" so when I spilt hot sauce and cheese on myself I was, well, uncomfortable. It was a good thing it nailed me on the chest and... uh... not further down.

Cleaning up was easy considering we all participated but a game suddenly formed... musical chairs. With one chair.

Why did I not resist when Red tied me to that chair?

All right, I trusted her. I wasn't completely pleased with being tied to a chair but I got plenty of kisses from each of the girls... and some were direct enough that my little head welcomed more attention.

Now I'd been drained over an hour before so my body was again ready to make a delivery.

So Red put up an ancient song on the PC in the corner by Roxette, "Dangerous", and she got on my lap and stroked my dick with her clit and vulva through the song. She was very worked up from it but didn't reach climax before the song ended. She climbed off me, panting, her labia wet and very swollen.

Eileen climbed on me and, once the music was restarted, did the same as Red. She climbed towards her climax faster but the music ended again before she arrived. She was not too steady climbing off of me.

Roberta was quite wet and ready when it was her turn and had a good climax in the middle, spending the remaining time with her arms around me, kissing me.

There was no way I wasn't enjoying this attention. I mean it. I was not getting quite enough stimulation to fire but I was certainly being kept hard.

Samantha's hairless crotch was wide open and dripping by this time, she was thoroughly excited and she was soon rubbing us together. I was unable to touch her so this was the ultimate form of lap dance and Sam's climax was louder than Bobbi's had been and had arrived with a lot less work.

I looked around; every one of these girls was fully aroused with their genitalia spread wide open and, as far as I could tell, dripping. Juenko's turn came and she went off almost immediately then stroked to a second before the song could end.

Sarah climbed onto me an rubbed against me. I'd been very thoroughly slicked down by each girl who'd gone off in my lap and my dick was already hurting after all this teasing. Sarah's climax was loud as well and she kissed me as she came down from it.

Given the games they'd played so far I was very hard and very frustrated.

Red came over to me, her vulva very, very ready and sank on to my erection and came without any extra stimulation... but I didn't.

Darn.

Red climbed off of me and the rotation started, each girl getting one stroke down and then off.

Damn. Eileen didn't go off but she was happy.

Roberta was climaxing before she slid onto me, her fingers having brought her off. It felt good but I wasn't ready to spray her insides yet. I was hurting, my body wanting to make a DNA donation.

Oh... shit. This was Samantha's first time... and I was so afraid she'd be hurt by having her first time in the middle of a game like this. Sam, however, repeated the external stroking until she came on my lap and whispered "Tomorrow morning" in my ear.

Juenko seemed to be in a hurry, her fingers bringing her off before she could even get fully impaled on me. Even with her insides pulling and sucking on my member I didn't manage to go off.

Sarah climbed on and kissed me as soon as she reached bottom and used this as an opportunity to cuddle with me.

We went through the rotation again, two strokes each, even though Sam didn't impale herself.

I still hadn't gone off in this game, two strokes wasn't yet enough to push me over.

It wasn't until the rotation reached five strokes (going through a phased with three, then four... you get the idea) that I finally came, right into Juenko, who'd been playing with herself as she slid down, making sure she was already in a cooperative state to take my semen.

For me the gusher was intense and I must have passed out; when I faded back in I was on Red's new big bed, in Red's arms, with the girls around the bed.

I apologized for passing out like that... and was told they enjoyed seeing me climax so hard. Juenko even rubbed her belly. I rolled my eyes.

"Juenko, you are crazy to want to get pregnant. You know that, right?"

She smiled at me. "Look, Blackie, as much as my mom wants a baby in the house... there's something in me that wants to be pregnant. I can't explain it, but the idea of carrying" I saw her shake and shudder a bit "your baby turns me on."

I looked to Red, "You know, that'd mess things up a bit for all of us. That's a lot of responsibility... and I would have hoped that Red and I..."

Juenko nodded, as did Red, who added, "You know, my mom... and your mom... were disappointed I got the shot. I'd swear they wanted me pregnant... and our first time, on Tuesday, would have been just before I ovulated. My mom and dad did seem disappointed that I couldn't conceive. Yesterday I asked your mom about it while you were resting and she also told me she was looking forward to me having a baby."

That's when I put my foot in my mouth, asking her "But what about what we want?"

Sylvie answered from the doorway "We already know you'd be thrilled to impregnate her, don't we?"

All of a sudden it hit me, yes, there was a certain thrill to the idea of making a baby with Juenko, as there would have been with Red. I felt ashamed that I could be such a primitive so I rolled to face Red and hid in her arms. I didn't think I could face myself.

Within moments of my first sobs the bed moved a lot and I found myself sandwiched between Red and her mother, with her mother's naked body against my back and listening to her tell me to relax, that I was safe...

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