FRANKIE

I woke up with Cassie wrapped around me, snuggled into my chest. Now that is something I could get used to in a hurry.

"Hey," she said softly.

"I didn’t know you were up," I said.

"Just a couple minutes. I really liked waking up in your arms, so I was just lying here enjoying it."

"Ditto," I smiled. "What time is it?"

"Time to get up and too late to have any fun, unfortunately," she laughed. "The alarm’s going to go off in three minutes."

"Ah, well," I said. "Somehow, I think we’re going to have more opportunities to ‘have fun’ than we ever dreamed of."

"I know," she grinned. We kissed for a bit, then got up.

"Well, we can at least take a shower together," she smiled, so we did. Washing her was a lot of fun, and she washed me back. And, yes, we each came once from all that attention!

We walked back out of the shower, and into her room. I went to grab my clothes, and she said, "Frankie. Stop. Let’s not wear anything. Let’s go to school just like this."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I’ve come to like being nude."

"Yeah, me too. OK. But what about your parents?"

"They’ll adjust," she giggled. "Just leave your clothes there, you can get them later. It’s not like you live far."

"Right," I laughed. We did put socks and shoes on, then went down her stairs completely naked. We walked into her kitchen and found both her parents and her sister.

"Hi, folks," Cassie said nonchalantly. Poor Tanya. She was taking a sip of orange juice when we walked in and she practically choked on it. "You guys are…are….well, you’re….," she sputtered.

"I think the word you’re looking for, squirt, is naked," Cassie teased.

"Nude," I added.

"In the buff," she grinned.

"Letting it all hang out," I continued.

"Well, in your case, yes," she laughed.

"Trying a little outreach?" her Mom asked.

"Yeah. Getting dressed seemed so pointless. Do you mind?"

"Of course not," her Mom said. Her Dad nodded agreement. "I think Tanya’s a little thunderstruck."

"Well, Frankie’s naked, and I’ve never seen…you know…." Tanya managed.

"Well, now you have," I grinned back at her.

"All that stuff they do in sex ed in sixth grade," Tanya smiled. "They should just bring two people that are in the program in for show and tell. It’s much more educational than those stupid films."

"That’s not a bad idea," I laughed. "Anyhow, we need to decide how we’re getting to school."

"You can come with us," Cassie’s mom said.

"We won’t all fit," I argued, "not comfortably."

"I can fit four in my car," her Mom replied.

"Five." She looked at me. "You, me, Cassie, Tanya, and Rosa."

"Oh, that’s right, I forgot you got Rosa to school," she said.

"That’s OK. I don’t mind the walk," I said.

"I’ll walk with you," Cassie offered. "What the hell. It’s a nice day. I’ve walked home naked, but not to."

"I’ll walk, too," Tanya said.

"Good. One less chore for me," their mother laughed.

We ate a bit, then headed to my house. I walked in and yelled, "Hey, Rosie! You ready to go?"

"Hi, Frankie," I heard from the kitchen. "I wasn’t sure you’d remember about me," she giggled, and then she walked out of the kitchen with Mama in tow. And saw Cass and I naked.

Rosie and Mama said, in perfect unison, "Madre de Dios!" I couldn’t help cracking up laughing at that one.

Finally, we got out of there, and started to school. We hadn’t gotten a block, when Tanya said, "You know what? This looks stupid."

"We embarrassing you, Tan?" Cassie asked.

"Not you. Us," Tan said—and started taking off her clothes. Rosa looked at her, shocked at first—and then grinned, and started taking off her own clothes. They quickly got undressed, except for socks and shoes, and tucked their clothes into their bookbags.

"Wow. You two have serious guts," I told them. They both beamed at me. Cassie agreed with me, then we all started walking. The number of cars slowing down to see these four naked teenagers—two of them too young to actually be teenagers yet—was incredible!

"I like this!" Rosa exclaimed after a while.

"I know what you mean," Tanya agreed. We walked towards the school buildings, and, as we approached the middle school, Tan said, "Ah well. We’d better stop and get dressed here, Rosa."

"No, don’t," someone called, running up to us. As we turned, I realized it was Amber Woodard, Lily’s sister. "Don’t get dressed," she said.

"Amber, why not?" Tan asked.

"I’ve been naked every other place, but I’ve never gone to school naked. I’m too chicken to do it alone. But if all three of us did it….."

"We’d never get away with it!" Rosa said. "They’ll force us to put our clothes on!"

"No, they can’t," Amber maintained. "There’s no program in our grade yet, that’s true, but they can’t force us to wear clothes, not even in school."

Rosa and Tanya looked at each other. Then they grinned, and said, "Let’s do it!"

"Great!" Amber said, and stripped off her clothes. She tucked them into the bookbag, and they headed towards the middle school, eliciting gasps from the kids already gathered out front. We waved to them, and headed towards the high school.

"It’s going to be an eventful day in the middle school," Cassie said with a laugh.

"You got that right," I said.

"I think I should call my mom and tell her that Tan’s doing this, though," Cassie said. She pulled out her cel phone and called her Mom. I then borrowed her cel phone and called my Mom. She let out a "Madre de Dios!" but was laughing when she said it.

"Mom’s fine with it," Cassie said, "but a little concerned. Even though there’s no actual program in the Middle school, so no rules—she thinks Tan’s going to get touched, and doesn’t know how Tan will react."

"Hmm, I didn’t think of that. Well, if it gets bad, they can put their clothes back on. That’s an ‘out’ we didn’t have."

"True," she agreed.

We walked to our entrance, to the cheering of our rooting section when they saw us nude.

We walked into school a bit early—and I was glad to see that things had really improved for Cassie. She was getting felt up left and right. In fact, one guy stopped her in the hall and had enough time to bring her to orgasm. She was standing there, in the middle of the hall, going off. Ed, who was watching, yelled, after she was done, "Someone call a janitor to wipe up the floor, eh?" Cassie was just grinning and blushing. No, I didn’t mind at all—someone was working me over at the same time. Unfortunately, the bell rang for first period when I was that close. I walked into first period barely able to walk, and immediately requested relief. Jared and Amanda were in that class, and Jared said, "Amanda, go help the poor guy, he’s got to pitch today, after all!" Amanda laughed, and came up front and gave me a perfectly lovely blowjob. I’d heard she was good at that. I’d heard right!

Third period I saw Cassie. She sat next to me and whispered, "Somebody got me off again between first and second! My God, it was so fast! And I’m still horny!"

"Oops. Somebody flipped your switch!"

"Nobody’s paying attention to the scars," she said. "They’re treating me like any other person in the program."

"I don’t know if you realize this or not," I said, "but that’s partially because you are less self-conscious about them."

"And that is because of you, you know," she beamed. I tried to reply in the negative, but the teacher called for class to begin.

I meant what I said, and I told him so again after History.

"You did this yourself," he maintained.

"You know what? I might have been able to. Missy and Laura ruined that. Because of them, I needed help. I got it from you, right starting Monday morning, right in Mr. Tilling’s office."

"I helped, maybe. I didn’t do it. You did it. Hey, think of it this way, Cass—this is why you went into the program in the first place, isn’t it—to come to terms with them? Well, you did it."

"Hmmm." I’d never thought of it that way. He did help, though!

The problem was that everyone else had come to terms with it, too. And I think most of the guys in class were making up for lost time. I was getting fingered left and right! And, jeez, I had already had two and by the time we got to art, I was hovering on the edge of a third.

I thought I might have to ask for relief—until I walked into art class. The couch that had been there all week was gone. In its place—was a bed.

Mrs. Taylor called us over. "I want to go for broke today, as it’s our last day, but you have to approve. Have you two been intimate with each other?"

"Yes," I said with a smile.

"In fact," Frankie added, "we’ve kind of found each other this week. We’re going out."

"Great!" she said. "You two make a great couple. Anyhow, would you mind being intimate—or at least giving the illusion of being intimate—to the class?"

"Not at all," I said. Frankie agreed.

"Great." We got up front, and Mrs. Taylor explained to the class that they were going to get to draw two people who looked like they were going all the way. "Frankie and Cassie have agreed," she told them. "I have two positions in mind. Neither are missionary, as that’s boring," she laughed.

First, she had Frankie lie on the bed, giving the class a side view. Then, she said to me, "OK, Cassie. Straddle him. Just kind of sit on his crotch. We’re going for the standard female superior here. Now, class, if Frankie’s penis happens to poke out somewhere, don’t draw it. As I said, the drawing are supposed to look like they’re doing it."

"Well, we’ll just eliminate any possibility of any stray penis shots, then," I grinned. I crawled on top of him, grabbed his dick, aimed, and lowered myself on it.

"OH MY GOD!" Missy yelled. "Cassie….you….you didn’t!"

"Well, it’s not the first time," I grinned evilly at her. "Although, this is a new position."

"Yup," Frankie grinned.

"Cassie, you didn’t have to do that," Mrs. Taylor said.

"I know," I grinned.

"You might not have wanted to. You’re forgetting something. This has to be a pose." She grinned at me. "You can’t move."

"Oh, shit," I said with a blush and a grin. "Oh, well."

"Well, if you think you can stay there for twenty minutes without moving," she laughed. "Anyhow, Cassie, we’re not done. Take your hair out of the ponytail." I did. "I want you straight up and down, arms at your sides. Frankie? Your hands on her hips, please. And bend your knees so that your thighs are supporting her butt." We got into position. Oh, Jesus, that bending his knees thing forced him deeper into me! "OK, that’s good. Stay right like that."

Stay right like that?

Oh Jesus. Me and my bright ideas. There I was, sitting on him, with his dick all the way up in me, and I couldn’t move. And I was on a knife’s edge before that.

And this was my crazy idea—what was it doing to poor Frankie? "I’m sorry," I whispered down to him.

"What for?" he grinned.

"For torturing us like this."

"Oh, but what delicious torture it is," he grinned. I had to smile. "Cass, just hold on. We’ll be able to finish this. I’m actually enjoying it. Just try to relax, then it won’t be so torturous. And it was a great idea."

I smiled at him, and tried to do what he said—relax. It wasn’t easy. Not as close as I was. But I managed to relax enough to take some of the edge off. And I realized it felt great. Having him in me like this was amazing. It made me feel so close to him. It was like he was a part of me.

"How are you doing?" Frankie asked after a while.

"I love you," was what I said.

"I love you, too." We held that pose for twenty minutes! How I didn’t give in to the urge and start slamming myself up and down on him is beyond me. But, towards the end, I really did relax.

The strangest thing was when Mrs. Taylor said, "OK, you two. Relax. Take a break." I hoisted myself off of him. And as he popped out of me, after having been in me for twenty minutes—well, it felt like I had just cut my arm off. It was such a sense of loss I can barely describe it.

He felt it too, I could see it in his eyes. Mrs. Taylor let us rest. We sat on that bed and looked at each other for five minutes.

"OK. Now, there’s one I want to try, but I don’t know if it’s going to work. The difference in your heights might hurt us, but we’ll try it. Frankie, on your knees, middle of the bed, side profile to the class." He did so. "Now lower yourself. Bring your ass down so it’s resting on your calves. Legs tight together" He did that. "Now, Cassie, kneel right in front of him. Now back up so your legs are outside his. Then lower yourself into his lap." I did this. I didn’t put him inside me—yet. "Does that work?"

"I think so," I grinned—then I did raise myself up and lower myself onto him. "Yep, works just fine," I grinned.

"Good. Leave your arms at your sides. Frankie, your arms around her waist," Mrs. Taylor said. "OK, hold that for as long as you can."

"This might be a bit hard on my legs, and I do have to pitch this afternoon," Frankie grinned.

"Good point. Draw quickly, everyone!" Mrs. Taylor laughed. The scritch of pencil on paper started.

"Oh, God," I moaned. "This is incredible."

"I know what you mean," he whispered.

"Having to take you out of me after the first pose was horrible."

"I’m glad I’m not the only one who felt that," he said.

"How are your legs?" I asked.

"Fine at the moment."

"Good," I said. "I like this one. We’re so wrapped together, it almost feels like we’re one person."

"You’re incredible, you know that?" he whispered.

"So are you." We held it for a good fifteen minutes. With the exception of a short break, I had been holding him in me for more than a half hour. When this ended, and we had to get up and go to lunch, I was going to feel terribly empty.

And he was reading my mind. "Screw my legs," he whispered, "I could stay like this for hours."

"OK," Mrs. Taylor said. "You guys have five minutes to finish up. Cassie and Frankie, you can break the pose now. You can untangle and walk around, or you can do whatever you need to do," she grinned. "You two must be seriously on the edge."

"Uh-huh!" I agreed, to the laughter of the class. I immediately started moving up and down on him.

"Warning," he said in a strained whisper, "you don’t have much time."

"I won’t need much," I grinned, and kept moving on him. He still has his arms wrapped around me, and he helped lift me up off him and lower me. It took less than a minute—and I absolutely exploded. I came so hard I completely lost my rhythm and just kind of flopped around in his lap. I thought I wouldn’t be able to bring him with me. Luckily, the vicious spasming of my pussy took care of that. I felt him pour himself into me.

"OH MY GOD!" I yelled as I came—completely forgetting I was being watched by the art class! Nobody seemed to mind. Most of the class was grinning. Well, not Missy and Laura, but who cared about them?

I fell forward, collapsing on the bed—and felt that strange sense of loss again as he slipped out of me. Then he came down next to me and hugged me.

"You two OK?" Mrs. Taylor asked. We grinned and nodded. "Well, class is almost over. We’ll talk about the drawings on Monday, and we’ll discuss life drawing as a whole then. But I think we should all give Frankie and Cassie a round of applause for being so cooperative and such good sports. And for the little extra show today." The class exploded in applause.

The bell rang, and the class started to file out. We were still sprawled on the bed.

"Honey, we need to go to lunch," Frankie said to me.

"Oh, God, carry me!" I joked.

"Sure," he said, got down off the bed, reached over, and picked me up! And started carrying me out of class! I couldn’t believe it! It was so sweet. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me. "Someone grab that door!" he yelled, and someone did. As we walked out of class, he looked at me and said, "Sorry, wrong threshold."

"You’re a nut," I beamed at him. We were out in the halls, which were starting to get crowded. Everybody was staring at me being carried down the hall.

"You’d better put me down," I said. "We’re causing a scene. Besides, if you throw your back out and can’t pitch I’ll never forgive myself."

"Ah, you don’t weigh anything, and I’m stronger than I look." But he put me down. Probably because so many people were gathering around and staring and laughing that it would’ve taken us a year to get to the lunchroom!

You know, I thought I knew what sex was. After yesterday with Cass, I even thought I knew what great sex was. What had just happened in art? I’m not even sure that was sex. I think it was a step higher, or something. It was incredible.

And I liked carrying her down the halls. Thought, it’s true, I don’t know how long my back would’ve liked it.

After what had happened in the past hour, I had the sinking feeling I was going to pitch like shit this afternoon!

Anyhow, we got to lunch, and the first thing we noticed at the table was Amanda and Natalie—both in the art class—staring at us in open-mouthed awe.

"That," Amanda said, "was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen."

"That works, because it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever done," Cassie replied.

"Ditto," I threw in.

"What happened?" Ed asked. Natalie and Amanda explained it, with Cass and I throwing in our two cents.

"That sounds like it was something else," Lily said.

"Yeah. Oh, that reminds me. Did you hear about the other something else going on today?" I asked her.

"No, what?"

"Your sister decided to unofficially start up the program in sixth grade. She’s traipsing around Westport Middle School naked."

"You’re kidding!" Lily laughed. "Wait, how do you know this?"

"Because she’s got company," I grinned. "My sister Rosa—and Cassie’s sister Tanya."

"We walked here naked," Cassie said, "and Rosa and Tan decided to join in. When we got to the middle school and they said they needed to get dressed, Amber overheard them and suggested they don’t get dressed, and that she’d strip, too. They agreed, and we saw them walk into the schoolyard together."

"That’s rich," Lily laughed. "Leave it to Amber, the little exhibitionist. She’ll be at the game today, I can’t wait to ask her what happened."

"Yeah, I get to go to the whole game today, too," Cassie said. I looked at her. "No band practice. We have a concert tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah, that thing in the park," I said. "And you in the nude," I teased.

"Are you coming?"

"Of course," I said.

Just then, there was an announcement over the loudspeaker. "All juniors will report to the auditorium after lunch. Repeat, all members of the junior class will report to the auditorium after lunch."

"Hmm. Wonder what that’s about," Ed said.

"They’re giving an award to Frankie and Cassie," Natalie giggled. "Most inspirational poses in art class."

"I already got my award," Cassie said impishly.

"Uh-huh," Natalie grinned. "Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough."

We finished lunch, and the group of us headed for the auditorium. Mr. Tilling was on stage as we all filed in.

"Can I have your attention?" he said, after the auditorium had filled. The room quieted down.

"The reason we’re hear is to talk about a little problem we’ve had this week. Could I ask Cassandra Vyshenko to please come up on stage?" Cassie looked at me, obviously nervous. I just squeezed her hand and smiled at her. She smiled back, and headed up on stage.

"Now, Cassie, as we all can see, you’ve been in the program all week. What your classmates might not know is you asked to be placed in it. Can you tell us why?"

Cassie took a deep breath and said, "Well, as you can all see, I have scars. I was in a serious car accident when I was eight. And the scars have affected my life negatively. I’m too self-conscious about them. So, I wanted to do the program to kind of get over it."

"Has it worked?"

"Actually, yes," she grinned. "It started out kind of rough, and there were a couple of incidents that were very rough—but it’s ended up working. I’m going to go to the mall this weekend and buy six belly shirts," she grinned. The whole auditorium laughed at that. "But it’s worked, I got great support from my partner, Frankie Gutierrez—who’s now my boyfriend." She was interrupted by applause. "Yeah, I’ll applaud that, too," she laughed. "And I also got great support from his friends, and a few of mine, and even people I don’t know. I think people got more used to the scars as the week went on. All the guys in here who decided to ignore the scars and have been feeling me up the last two days—thank you very much!" The class applauded again—especially the guys!—and even Mr. Tilling was chuckling.

"I’m glad to hear this," Mr. Tilling said, "but there’s been a few glitches, haven’t there."

"Yes," Cassie said with a grimace. "The pictures. And the writing on Mr. Riley’s map. I was humiliated by the pictures. But I decided not to be humiliated anymore. I’d like to see whoever did that go through what I went through this week."

"You will. Will Melissa Jenkins and Laura Elliot please come up on stage?" Mr. Tilling said. I could see a commotion over in the corner. Missy and Laura plainly didn’t want to go up there, but they were being escorted by adults. I knew one of them—Missy’s father, who was a city council member.

"OK, Missy and Laura, we now have proof that the two of you did, at least, the pictures. Copies of those pictures were found on your computers," Mr. Tilling said. Missy and Laura looked like they wanted to crawl under a rock. "And we’ve got both your parents here. What you did to Cassie was inexcusable. I have discussed applicable punishments with your parents."

"Both of you will be entering the program next week."

"WHAT!" I saw Missy yell. "You can’t!" she cried. Laura seemed far more sanguine about it.

"Yes, he can," Missy’s father said.

"I can and I am. Both of you will report to my office Monday morning to meet your partners. And you will be in school naked all next week." He turned back to the class. Missy was crying. Serves her right, I thought. "And, the rest of you? I hope you get a lesson out of this. Cassie did something incredibly brave this week. Most of you respected that—but some people didn’t. And a few people went way too far. The Program is a reality at Westport High School, and anyone going through it will be treated with respect. Dismissed—please head to your sixth period classes."

I waited for Cassie to come down off stage, and we headed out.

"This is going to be tough for Missy," Cass told me. "She’s as self-conscious about her weight as I am about my scars."

"I’d like to say that maybe she’ll learn something, but, after what she did, I don’t know if she’s capable of that," I said.

"Too true."

We separated and went to our sixth period class.

After the school day was over—my last in The Program—I got my naked butt over to the baseball field. Jared, Amanda, and Natalie were already there.

Natalie had her sketchbook. "Naked Frankie pitching pictures, coming right up!" she laughed.

"Hey, did you put anything in the arts festival tomorrow?" I asked her.

"Yeah. I just got done talking to Mrs. Taylor about that just now." She grinned. "She actually asked me to put in the one from today, the first pose. So the whole town is going to see a drawing of you straddling Frankie. I hope you don’t mind."

"Why would I mind?" I laughed.

"You’re going to be there, right?" she asked. "The band’s playing?"

"Yeah. I’ll be there. And they’re all going to see me nude playing the flute, so what the hell, right?" I laughed.

Just then, I heard, "Hey, Cass!" It was Tanya, with Rosa and Amber. And they were all still naked! "Amber was coming to the game and asked us if we wanted to come," she said.

"I can’t believe you three made it through the whole day nude!" I said.

"It was a blast," Rosa said.

"Yeah, it was," Amber agreed. "I’ve been wanting to do this for a while."

"Did you get touched?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," Rosa said enthusiastically.

"We have health class together," Amber said, "and the teacher asked us if we wanted to, you know, be the class guinea pigs. And we all said yes," she grinned. "We got touched a lot." She giggled, and her voice got lower. "I came three times."

"Only twice for me," Tanya said, "but they were two good ones!"

"Well, I only went once," Rosa said. "I guess I’m slow," she giggled. "But I screamed so loud I think I busted the eardrums of the boy that was doing me! And I came again at lunch when someone slipped their hand under the table," she giggled.

"How did the teachers react?" I asked.

"Mostly so-so," Tanya said. "Some of them are such old farts. The health teacher was great."

"The principal said, though, we had a right to do it," Rosa added, "so the teachers couldn’t say anything."

"I thought you might freak out at being touched," I said.

"Oh, man, I loved it!" Tanya said.

"Now we just need some boys to go naked!" Amber added.

"Hey, Cass," Tan asked me, "how young were you the first time you, you know, did it?"

Uh-oh. "Fourteen," I said.

"Did it hurt?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered honestly. "It usually does the first time."

"Lily was thirteen, and said it only hurt a little," Amber said.

"Well, I’ll be honest," I said. "It hurt me a lot—but only for a couple minutes. It goes away pretty quickly." I looked at Tanya. "Tan, you’re probably still too young, because you’re too small."

"I know," she grinned, "but that doesn’t mean I can’t think about it."

"Yeah, but you know what?" Amber said. "I can wait. As long as I can get somebody’s fingers down there as a substitute!"

"Yep!" both Rosa and Tan said simultaneously.

"And I’m younger than the two of you, I’m not even twelve yet," Amber continued.

"So, are you guys going to get dressed?" I asked.

"No!" they all said.

"Good, you can keep me company."

"Oh, I’m surprised Jared and Amanda haven’t already done that," Amber giggled.

"Not today for me," Amanda said. "I prefer to stay clothed when I’m having my monthly visitor," she giggled.

"I wonder what would happen if anyone got stuck in the program when they were having their period?" I asked.

"Hmmm. Good question. That could be embarrassing," Amanda said. "Well, Kristie Jarret got to postpone her program week for a week last January, and all I heard was that it was for a ‘personal health’ issue, so maybe you can get out of it if you’ve got your period."

"I’d hope so," I said.

Just then, the team came out on the field. Frankie came out to the mound to start his warm-ups.

"Hey, the pitcher is naked!" someone yelled.

"He must be in The Program this week," someone else said.

"Hey, he’s cute!" someone else yelled.

"Nice ass, pitcher!" was next.

I stood up and yelled as loud as I could, "The naked pitcher is TAKEN!" The whole crowd laughed, and Frankie stopped his warm-ups and grinned at me.

"I feel like a kept man," he yelled from the mound.

"I’m having ‘Property of Cassie Vyshenko’ tattooed on your ass!" I yelled back. He grinned, and then went back to his warm-ups.

The game started, and Frankie got the first three outs in quick order.

Our offense struck quickly. After one out, Lily hit a single, and Mike doubled her home. Ty struck out, but Eddie it a homer, bringing Mike home. Quick three-nothing lead.

Frankie came back out to the mound, and he was cruising. His knuckleball was really dancing, and the other team was looking foolish. We got a couple more runs in the next few innings. He gave up one long drive in the fourth, but Lily, playing center field, flagged it down.

It was as he came out to pitch the seventh that Natalie said it. "You know, no pitcher in the history of Westport High has ever pitched a no-hitter. Ed told me that. The betting was that Lily was going to do it this year."

"Hmm," I said. Frankie cruised through the seventh. Lily hit a homer in the bottom of the seventh. The lead was up to 8-0 and there was no suspense as to the outcome. The suspense was, would they get a hit? Damn, I was nervous!

Yes, I knew. Of course. And I’m not superstitious, either. Lily isn’t—something she told us all when she flirted with a no-no the first game of the season—and knows I’m not. After she hit the homer in the seventh, she sat next to me on the bench.

"You’re gonna beat me to it, aren’t you?" she grinned.

"Best I’ve ever thrown in my life is a three-hitter," I said. "This would be a miracle."

"You’ve got it going on today, though, pal," Ed butt in. "That knuckleball is dancing like Gene Kelly."

"Yeah, that’s why I’ve walked three people," I laughed.

"So it won’t be a perfect game. A no hitter is a no hitter," Lily said.

"Let’s not count any chickens. Six more outs," I said.

"We’ll get ‘em," Ed said confidently.

He had to make good on that in the eighth. The first pitch I threw was a knuckler that didn’t knuckle, and the guy hit a rocket. Right at Ed. One out, and he gave me a big grin. The second guy worked me to a full count, but I ended up striking him out with a well-chosen curve ball. The next guy hit a weak grounder to Rick Paschal, our shortstop. Three up, three down.

Three more outs.

I had to lead off the bottom of the eighth. Thinking more about pitching than hitting, I struck out on three pitches. Who cares? We were up eight runs.

I was quickly back on the mound. Threw my warm-ups, and then took a glance at the stands. Cassie smiled at me—and then showed me her hands, both with her fingers crossed. Hey, every little bit helps, huh?

First batter got a hold of one. Thank goodness for Lily, she tracked it down.

Second batter hit a grounder to Ed. He handled it no problem. Two outs.

One to go.

I threw ball one. Came back with a great knuckleball for strike one. Mikey put down the sign for the slider—which I threw rarely—and it fooled the batter completely. One ball, two strikes. Then I came back to the knuckleball.

He didn’t have a chance. Strike three. Game over. And the first no-hitter in Westport High history. I was absolutely stunned, as Mikey and Ed and Ty tackled me.

"Nice pitching," Ty said. "For a scrawny Mexican."

"Hey, and you caught all the throws to first. There’s a miracle right there," I volleyed back.

Lily came running in from center and hugged me. "Great job. I’ll just have to be the second, then," she grinned.

Then I looked over to the stands. Cassie was standing up, yelling and screaming, tears running down her face. I went over to her, pulled her out of the stands, and hugged her.

"That was phenomenal," she said through sobs. "I’m so happy for you. I was so excited in the ninth inning, I almost bit my fingernails right off."

"Tell me about it," I grinned. "Love you."

"Love you too," she replied.

The locker room was raucous. The usual "don’t talk before Coach gets here" rule was thrown right out the window. Today, Coach didn’t mind. Afterwards, Cassie and I—still nude—walked Tanya and Rosa—still nude—back home. Of course, I told Mom all about the no-hitter. She was thrilled.

Then we headed down to the Mariner for the traditional after-a-Friday-game seafood fest. Still nude. Jared and Amanda joked that we were turning into them! It really had become very comfortable.

We went back to Cassie’s bed.

"I want to try something," she said as we got there. "Turn on the TV, find something you want to watch." I did. "Baseball. That figures," she smirked at me. "Luckily, I like baseball. Now, lie on the bed, on your side, facing the TV." I did. "Now, let’s see," she said, and lie down in front of me, so that we were in spoon position. She lifted her upper leg and placed it over my legs. Then she grabbed my dick, gave it a couple jerks to get it to full-mast, and then placed it at the entrance to her pussy. "Push," she said, and I did. It slid right in. "Now stop. Don’t move."

"Uh-oh," I said. "Art class."

"Yeah," she giggled. "I want to see how long we can hold it. If you can’t anymore, by all means, go to town. But it felt so fantastic today that I wanted to try it."

"OK," I said.

We lie like that, watching the baseball game, me buried all the way in her. It was fantastic. Yes, it was a bit, oh, torturous, but it was also fantastic.

"Wow. An hour," Cassie said after an hour had gone by.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Fantastic."

"Ditto," I replied.

After an hour and a half, Cassie said, "This is the most incredible experience of my life."

"I agree," I said. "And the Dodgers are losing, even." I was a huge Dodgers fan.

"Oh, you’re such a brat," she giggled.

"Imagine what your cum is going to be like once we finally do it." I whispered.

"OOOOOHHHH!!!!"

"Two hours," she said in amazement when we got to that point. The ball game was ending. "I think two hours is my limit. I am burning up down there," she hissed.

"Good," I said, and started gently rocking back and forth, moving in and out of her.

"OH GOD!" she screamed. "Oh it’s so good!"

I was right. Her orgasm—which came quickly—was explosive. The second one, which followed quickly on the heels of the first, was even more so. Mine? Unbelievable. Just unbelievable.

The funny thing is, I didn’t go down. I stayed hard. And I stayed in her. And we fell asleep like that.

--end of part Five—