Naked in School: Pat and Pat

My first close exposure to the Naked in School program was not the kind most people are used to.

No, mine had to be weird.

Or, perhaps, strange.

Since that week-- and the week when I was officially in the Program-- I've heard about other school districts having the students pairing up, for mutual support. I have, on and off, wondered if my situation had anything to do with it.

There I was, Monday morning, in my Psych class, minding my own business-- you know, doodling in the margins of my notebook, with one ear listening for the teacher to say something I hadn't already gotten from the textbook, me being the kind of student who tends to read as far ahead of the class as he could-- when I heard my name snapped out.

"Mr Robinson!"

I looked up. There, in the front of the class-room, was Patty, a girl I was pretty friendly with... standing there, stark naked. I had a sudden sensation of worry run up my spine when I realized she was looking a bit shaky, for, to my eye, she was naked... rather than nude. She must've come into this first period class late due to starting her program week, I thought. I looked at Mr Grieco and asked "Yes, sir?"

"Perhaps you should amble your way to the front of the class and explain why you weren't paying any attention to Miss Carson, here. I believe yours were the only eyes that weren't glued to her..."

I glanced at her again, my reflexes kicking in that kept my eyes pointed above her neck and blushed as I made my way to the front of the room.

I realized that it would not be politic to explain, in front of the whole class, that I had been bored out of my gourd and that practicing my calligraphy was of more interest to me than watching him teach?

Of course I was also not ready to explain, again, in front of the whole class, that, as a naturist, I had long since learned to pay little attention to any of the bits below the neck, at least while in public, and that nudity wasn't very titillating to me. I didn't think exposing my reason for comfort would go over any better than explaining my boredom.

The teacher hadn't forgotten his question, unfortunately, and decided to remind me of his query, asking "Well, Mister Robinson, would you care to explain yourself? Or, perhaps, do you have different preferences?"

Patty seemed more anxious than I saw any reason for, but she returned my look with a look of her own that, to me eye at least, suggested disappointment. This kind of drove my mouth, as I said "I was only listening to your lecture, sir, and not paying attention to anything else, so I didn't think to look up when she entered the room."

If that sounds like a long-winded explanation to you, it was actually a model of brevity for me. I tend to drag things out a bit, perhaps to a boring degree, usually. Some have referred to me as a walking thesaurus. I hope to avoid any entanglements with Girl Scouts due to this.

Mr Grieco sighed and shook his head. "All right, we still have a good twenty-five minutes in the period, and, Mister Robinson, I think it would be a good idea for you to strip down to help Miss Carson feel more comfortable."

What? What the eFFFF? I am sure that my look of total incredulity exposed my initial thinking... or lack thereof.

"Yes, Mister Robinson, having you strip is well within the rules of The Program, and, being that you and Miss Carson are the same approximate size, it could, perhaps, be seen as educational for both of you."

I sighed. I'd seen enough Program participants in the past, both male and female, and figured that I'd be passed over, but, over the last year, I had already learned that I would not have any real choice, either. I started to take my clothing off and was about to carry it all back to my desk when Mr Grieco had Patty do that for me, telling me to sit down in the chair at the front of the classroom.

One of the first and most inviolate rules of etiquette in a naturist camp is to lay down a towel before you sit on a chair... and I had no towel for this occasion, dammit. The lack of a towel imposed a serious lack of insulation, too, so the chill when my butt met the cold seat wasn't something I could call pleasant. I made a note in my head to bring a towel with me. Douglas Adams had, in his writings, seriously understated the value of a towel.

The chill from the seat helped another of the practices I had learned as a nudist to minimize the likelihood of getting "wood". Packing wood within a nudist camp is not an approved activity.

Unfortunately for my desire to keep my body under control, there was only one chair up front, and, when Patty returned, she was directed to sit on my lap.

Patty blushed, smiled, kissed my cheek, and asked "Are you OK with this, Pat?"

I smiled and nodded, then put my arms around her to "steady" her on my lap. My passenger snuggled back against my chest and seemed content to stay snuggled up to me. I sure wasn't going to discourage this, she felt nice.

This was, I found out later, especially nice for her, simply by keeping her butt insulated from a cold chair. Her butt was also good at keeping me warmed up despite the chill of the chair.

Meanwhile I was luxuriating with the sensation of having a pleasant girl so close to me. This was all new to me.

All right, so, despite my time in naturist camps, I still had no experience with close physical contact.

And, to be honest, Patty was a pleasant lapful. I'd liked talking with her before but had figured she had little in the way of interest in me, the grey ghost of the school.

This Psych class had already proven itself entertaining to me so far this year which meant that I had been pulling good grades. With Patty, a girl who I'd found attractive and who was only half an inch shorter than myself, sitting on my lap, I figured that my GPA could survive the slide for one day.

Heck, perhaps even for a whole week. Or even much longer.

We were used to talking to each other even if neither of us had considered the other as "dating material", though, in my case, the latter mindset being one of thinking she was too picky to settle for the likes of me.

Even though my penis mutinied and nudged her in an attempt to draw her attention, I enjoyed having her sitting on my lap.

When we stood up before the bell rang I had something else standing up, as well, and I noticed Patty take a long look at my hard-on before she smiled at me.

She helped me into my clothing, again, once she asked for-- and got-- a hug from me. I wasn't quick to release her, either. I was, at that point, starting to get my hopes up.

It was in Gym class when I saw her again, using the boy's locker room to drop off her books before heading on into the gym with the rest of us. She looked me in the eye and smiled at me, again, and I smiled back.

"Pat, could you help me in the showers... after?"

It was a good thing no one else was in earshot of us as I stammered back "Sure!"

Her smile sure felt good.

Now let me be clear, here-- Like I implied earlier, I had no real experience with girls, despite the time visiting naturist resorts with my folks. None of the girls old enough to be interested in a boy my age could see past my height of five one... and a half. Patty, I discovered, was five one... and, I did not realize until later that day, she had been interested in me for some time.

Only I never saw any sign of that. I can't say I ever spent any time looking for such a sign, so that's my excuse, not that it excuses my inattention.

Don't ask me why, I ended up not understanding what she could possibly see in me, either.

All the same, I'd learned that morning that she was cuddly.

And I discovered that I liked "cuddly".

So, when we went in to shower at the end of gym class, she had me soap up her body. I didn't expect her to soap mine, as well, and I kind of lost concentration when she was washing my hard-on very carefully just as I was giving her breasts a very thorough cleaning, so I had my hands full when I blasted the contents of my balls all over her belly and legs. Patty then carefully showed me how to wash her down "right", below the small puff of hair on her pubes.

It felt, if anything, better to me, when she moaned and went off on my fingers than it had when I'd gone off in her hand. We hugged in the stream of warm water and rinsed off before we left the shower and started to dry each other. I enjoyed drying her almost as much as soaping her. Her efforts drying me went a long way, too.

At that moment a hope was born, a hope that she and I could get closer to each other, perhaps becoming a couple, not realizing, at that time, that it had been me who'd been holding us back.

Biology, the last class of the day, was the only other class Patty and I shared. It was far enough along in the year that Program participants weren't walking-talking education aids... but Patty, like in Psych, spent the period in front of the class, sitting on my lap, again. I suspected Mr Grieco had told Ms Caruso what he'd had us do that morning.

I don't know what to say, here, to get my feelings across. I was getting to like this. And, at the end of class, after I initiated a hug, I walked her to the entrance where her clothing was and helped her dress.

We didn't kiss until we'd crossed the school's property line. I hope she enjoyed that kiss at least as much as I did.

My parents didn't have too deep an interest in how my day had been but gave me some funny looks after a call had come in. I'd long since learned to never ask questions that I'd be afraid to hear the answer to, or, for that matter, that my parents showed reticence to discuss.

Tuesday morning I made sure to meet Patty at the entrance where she was expected to disrobe and was startled when she asked me to help her do so.

Not that it took much work, she'd come in wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts.

Psych class was... interesting. When asked, Patty told Mr Grieco that she wanted to sit on my lap, again. Once I finished stripping, as she requested, I pulled out the towel I had brought in for her, laid it on the cool chair, then provided a warm lap for Patty to sit on.

At the end of class, and, yes, I had enjoyed having her little butt perched on my lap for the whole period, I handed her the towel for use during the rest of the day, explaining that it's "good form" to place it where she will sit down.

We got some ribbing from some of the... ummmm... more arrogant... of our classmates, given our now-obvious interest in each other. I'll admit that I was looking forward to gym class.

Being hunted down in the caf by Patty was flattering and I had a good time chatting with her over lunch, her putting down the towel first. I think the cold chairs had done a lot to condition into her the "polite" behavior needed by a nudist rather more quickly than it otherwise would have.

"Thanks for the towel, Pat. It's a lot better than sitting on a cold chair, y'know? Though I do like to sit on your lap..."

I smiled. "No problem, though having you sit on my lap is a distinctly distracting pleasure."

She smiled. "I think I understand... though, perhaps, we can find a way to make it more pleasant..."

Some of us are completely naive. What she said had gone so far over my head that I didn't even hear a "whoosh". In hindsight, I wasn't listening for someone to express an interest in me.

Showering with Patty after gym, again, was... yummy. We washed, hugged, dried, hugged, dressed, hugged, and walked out to our next classes.

I got another hug at the door to Biology class before we stepped in and I got another request to provide a padded seat for Patty, something I was, by this time, looking forward to.

This time, though, she moved around and moved the erection that had not awaited her arrival on my lap around to the point that it was rubbing her where she wanted it, which ended up being between her labia... and against her clitoris.

Naivete is handy for some things. In this case I didn't get as excited as Patty did and I heard her start squeaking like she had in the shower about an hour before.

That's when Ms Caruso had Patty show the class what she'd been doing. Patty looked at me, kissed me quickly, and then shifted to sit back against me, spread her legs, and rubbed against me again.

This time Patty didn't try to be quiet, which got my motor running, and I grunted and sprayed down Patty's clitoris and pubic hair while she squeaked her way through her own climax.

Well, towels are good for something else, too. When we got up at the end of class, after another very frank lecture on body parts and how they work together, I wiped her down. We then proceeded to her clothing, carrying mine, finally dressing each other.

My mom looked suspiciously happy when I got home. Before I started working through my homework, I put a load of laundry on, making sure the towel Patty and I had used was in it.

Later that evening I saw even more smiles coming my way from both of my parents.

I understand better now , but, at the time, seeing your parents smiling at you can almost seem... feral.

Can you pronounce paranoid? I knew you could!

Given my habits, I brought a fresh towel with me on Wednesday morning and handed it to Patty after she went through the exercise of undressing for the day. We hugged and headed for our home rooms, expecting to meet in Psych class.

We met, instead, at the principal's office, where I spent all of first period explaining what Patty and I had done with each other in the last two days. Getting called out of home room had not been comfortable.

Mr Samson, the principal, looked at the Program coordinator for the district, and said "I don't think you folks intended for the Program to be a dating service."

Ms Jackson replied with "It surprised me that Miss Carson gets so much of an emotional lift from Mister Robinson, so I have seen her handling the initial stress of The Program far better than we usually see. There may be... something... to this."

Well, it was true, though, as I heard it, Patty would never have played with me the way she did in Bio, yesterday, if it had not been for the Program... and the teachers deciding that I'd be a good way to lessen the shock to her.

And, yes, there are times when hearing and seeing yourself discussed as if you were not present is disturbing, but, given that Patty was nude, I preferred this cloak of invisibility. It was made far more pleasant given how we were holding each other's hands as we sat in the office.

Showering after Gym was, again, fun, though, this time, she knelt in front of me and wanted to try giving me a blow job. I had no idea of what it was supposed to be like so I did my best to explain what I was feeling to her so that I wouldn't keep her on her knees for any longer than necessary. Once she drained me, I decided that it would be best if I reciprocated her oral attention... and that's when the Gym teacher came in to see what the hubbub was about. What did shock me was getting coached by Mr Barnett on how to lick a girl to a climax and keep her singing.

As I held Patty up, with the wall helping, I got a pat on my back from Mr Barnett who told me to keep up the good work and keep my tongue well-exercised.

Both of us looked at each other confused over his muttering something about a cunning... linguist? We knew there had to be a joke there but it slipped past both of us.

Biology was a lot more immediate when I provided my lap, complete with an erection, to Patty. I was startled when I found myself in her.

I tried to stop her, I really did, but the grunts and moans she made as she ensured-- and endured-- my penetration of her vagina had immediately melted down my resolve and evaporated all thought of resistance.

Once it was too late, she slapped my hand away from her clit, saying "They need to see what's happening!"

That we gave each other our virginities in front of our whole Biology class should disturb me, but, by then, I was feeling a lot of pride from being chosen by Patty.

While I'm not sure this was a good thing for the Program, I knew it was a good thing for me. I hugged her and kissed her neck, shoulder and back as best I could.

When I finally reached my limit-- and I'd recovered some of my stamina after she'd drained me in the shower-- Patty was going off for her second time on my lap. I drove myself as far into her as I could and my dick started to shoot her full of my semen.

And, boy, did I fill her up. Ms Caruso donned a pair of rubber gloves, and, once I'd softened, showed the class the remains of my semen dripping from Patty.

We had something of an entourage when we walked down to the entrance together and dressed each other. I was getting to like this... and the kiss she started was hot and happy.

I didn't realize how happy my kiss was to her. I wasn't thinking of the effects of my happiness on her, but, then, I was a teen-ager at the time. I had a lot more practice with "indifferent" and "surly" than any other emotional state.

Once at home, long before there were any signs of dinner, my parents had me step into their bedroom to talk to me away from my siblings. "You like this Patricia Carson, right?"

I nodded. "Perhaps more than merely 'like', Mom, Dad. She is something special..."

Both of my parents smiled, looking happy. My mom said "Good. Get your clothes packed and all of your school books."

This was weird, but, once I'd packed up most of my clean clothes-- I was told that I could come back for the rest-- I was piled into the car with my mom and headed out.

I did have some worry that I was being pushed out and dumped on the foster care system given that I'd gotten "too close" to a girl, sexually. Instead, we arrived at a small house I had visited before to talk to Patty and had met her grand- mother. I'd known that Patty's folks had died and that she was living with her grand-mother, but having my parents the ones to bring me here was startling.

The next thing I knew I was moving my belongings into a small bedroom I would be sharing with Patty. It was very crowded with her sitting beside me on her twin bed as her grandmother and my parents explained their plans. I was to be her boyfriend, her lover... and help Patty take care of her grand-mother.

In hindsight, the shock of the sudden translocation likely made it both easier and harder to digest, but, sitting next to Patty on the bed, our fingers intertwined, it all made some kind of sense and felt, for want of a better term, "right".

Once my parents finally left-- giving both Patty and I a lot of hugs-- Patty and I got to work on the kitchen table doing our homework, interrupted as Patty showed me how she cooked dinner and teaching me how to help her without getting in the way.

Her grand-mother was a pleasant woman even if her advanced age bothered me, given that my own grand-parents were in their 60s.

Dinner was pleasant as we finally started to exchange the kind of information lovers do.

That night was spent squeezed together on our sides in the spoon position with my front cuddled up to Patty's back in Patty's small bed and we talked some more before fading out.

I said before that I liked "cuddly". After our first night together I was addicted to it. I was pleased that she loved it, too.

Patty's schedule started earlier in the morning than my own had... and my schedule was going to have to coincide with hers in short order. I worked with her in the kitchen to make a big breakfast for her grandma-- and us-- and she set up lunches for both of us.

Going to school-- all right, so she dressed to be easily undressed-- was made better by walking there with our hands together. It was funny how important she was to me.

It did bother me, once we had to go to our separate home-rooms, how much I missed not having her hand in mine.

She carried the towel we'd packed into Psych and put it down on her seat, our teacher having told her that she wasn't "front and center" today. Fortunately her seat wasn't far from mine but now I was missing having her on my lap.

Addicted? Yes.

Addicted to Love? Or to Sex? I wasn't sure, yet, but I did like having Patty near me. I was certainly addicted to her smile, especially when it was directed at me.

We had to separate after class but met for lunch. While kissing was a no-no on the campus, I still managed to give her a warm hug, before we ate lunch.

It was in gym class that all hell broke loose.

Well, not so much in gym class as after it, in the showers.

Like the old saw goes, I was just there with Patty, minding our own business, when these three dudes...

I got wheeled out on a stretcher with a concussion, a broken leg and several cracked ribs. Patty was wheeled out with a broken wrist and forearm, two cracked ribs... and a plethora of bruises like mine. The three boys who raped her were led out in hand-cuffs, laughing.

So we missed the rest of the school day. We were lucky that they placed us in the ambulance such that I was on the side of her good hand, so I reached across and held it.

We'd both been kept for observation over-night given that I'd suffered a concussion and that she'd been raped and had screamed every time they tried to separate us.

The forensics people had a field day matching up our bruises to the hands that had placed them there and the semen that had been collected for evidence... and then the parents of the rapists had visited in an effort to get Patty to drop charges against her rapists.

Do I need to tell you how that went? Patty would glance at me and I'd be there to reassure her that I was there for her.

I offered to drop the charges against the three boys for assault as long as they didn't try to talk Patty out of pressing charges. Each set of parents laughed at my offer, turning to push Patty to back off.

My dad, who'd been in the room the whole time, finally had had enough, telling all six of them to get out, that they could be charged with intimidation. They gave him some grief before he pulled out his shield and showed them that he was a cop.

When the door finally closed my dad smiled. "I never liked those pricks... and now their favored sons are lined up for serious charges."

We both stared at him.

"You don't know, do you, Patty? As a Program participant there has been some legislation that was passed, at both the State and Federal levels, that actions taken against said participants are to be considered aggravated assault. I'm with some of the zero tolerance people on that band-wagon, let me tell you. I've been hearing that other states prefer to consider assault-- much less out-and-out rape-- of a Program participant to be a capital offense, especially given their disadvantage in defending themselves. I think, Patty, that your assailants are likely to go up the river for a long time. I've had dealing with the D.A. and she has been salivating for a case like this."

Patty and I looked at each other, our eyes meeting, thoughts seeming to flash between us, before we turned to look at my dad. Patty asked "But if I didn't press charges?"

My dad laughed. "After what I just saw and can testify to, since charges against them for the damage to my son only qualifying as misdemeanors, if not pranks, the State can likely, with the forensics it already has in-hand, go for criminal charges without you. We can't allow witnesses-- much less victims-- to be intimidated."

We got to Patty's house late Friday night after a bunch of interviews with the police. We found a new double bed in Patty's bedroom and were soon asleep, our casts not helping our comfort.

When we finally woke up we did our best to deal with breakfast. Unlike Patty, I had the use of my hands, and, so, could do the cooking and cleaning.

We did get a call from the Principal and Patty was told that her Program week was marked as "completed".

That night, while trying to arrange ourselves for comfort, I did finally say the magic words: "I love you, Patty."

Hearing them echoed back made my week.

My mom picked the three of us up-- me, Patty and her grand- mother-- and brought us to "home", where we would have the help we needed. The Sunday visit to my folks' favorite naturist resort sure helped break some of the ice for Patty, too.

I would like to claim that what the Program put together was able to lead to a "happily ever after" but I will have to disappoint you.

Oh, Patty and I were wonderful together, but, over time, we found things about each other that bugged us, and, in the hopes of keeping the peace, didn't speak up. It's roughly the equivalent of sweeping a little bit of dust under the rug, though, in an emotional sense, it's not additive. Patty and I had a big fight, ended up separated for six long months, and got back together.

Our secret?

We have to trust each other enough to acknowledge that neither of us has a greater right to feel hurt, so we are now far more open to talking things out.

Oh, sure, we have our arguments, but each one reminds each of us that we have to choose to be together, all over again, and choosing to be together is what has sustained us.

Being married is work... and there's more work to keep from taking your partner for granted, despite the distractions of work, children... and life in general.

Life has its ups and downs, y'know?

But, in all of that, I don't think I'd enjoy the ups as much as I do if it weren't for the times I've felt down.

And neither does Patty.

And, yeah, we still love "cuddly" which gets our kids to go "Ewwwwwww!"

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