Tim - Naked In School

Chapter 4

THURSDAY

I actually got to school in good time. I was determined to get to speak to Theresa before we had to strip. I’d thought all evening about how to put it. And I was still thinking, no closer to finding the answer. How do you ask a girl if her uncle is abusing her?

When I saw her walking towards the gate, I ran to meet her.

"Hi. You feeling better?"

"Fine." That toneless voice again.

"I was worried about you."

She carried on walking.

"Please wait."

She stopped.

"Your reactions this week have been a bit… unusual, you know."

"It’s not exactly a usual week, is it?" She sounded defensive.

"No. But it’s more than that. I was talking with Mrs. Townley, a counsellor and she agrees."

"Agrees what?" Defensive bubbled into suspicious.

"That there’s something wrong that you’re not telling us."

"You’ve been discussing me behind my back?" And now suspicious boiled over into anger.

"Yes."

"How dare you?"

"Because I…" I couldn’t say it. "I care about you."

"That gives you no…" she stopped, mid-sentence.

"Theresa, is your uncle abusing you?"

I don’t know what reaction I’d expected, but it wasn’t what she did next. She just burst out laughing. Not a defensive laugh, a real belly laugh like I’d made the funniest joke ever.

When she managed to stop, between little giggles she said, "If you knew my uncle, you’d know how funny that is."

"Why?"

"Uncle and Auntie are dead old-fashioned. I can’t go out in the evenings in case I go with boys. They’re deeply ashamed of me because I didn’t keep my virginity until I get married. They even visited the school to see if they could opt me out of the Program. I didn’t dare tell them I’m actually in it this week. They’re so convinced that I’m a slut that they insisted I have the shot even though they don’t approve of it, as they say it encourages promiscuity."

She was so matter-of-fact that I believed her. One hundred per cent. And the bitterness and hurt in her voice about their attitude to her was too deep to have been faked. Then she smiled. "I’ve an idea to show you how silly that was."

She almost ran to the clothes boxes, stripped off her clothes in no time and called out, "Who wants a fuck?"

She pulled the nearest boy to her and kissed him. "Lay down," she ordered.

She undid his trousers, pulled out his rapidly hardening dick and sat down on it, embedding it into her in one movement.

Some girls find it tiring to go on top; they tell me it’s hard work on the leg muscles. Theresa showed no sign of that. She pumped away at him until I saw him grimace as he came in her.

They she got up and came and kissed me. "See?" she said triumphantly. "If I was being abused do you think I could do that so easily?"

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. I was still certain that something was very wrong. Even if she wasn’t being abused, to react like that to try to prove it just didn’t ring true.

By the time I’d stripped off and was being given a handjob, Theresa was busy fucking another boy and along with the concern, I was feeling jealous, wishing it was me that was with her, my dick driving into her.

I never get jealous, even in normal weeks, and now I’m jealous of a girl in her Program week? Maybe there’s something wrong with me instead.

At least my dick wasn’t letting me down today, I thought, as I came all over the girl’s hand.

Another girl wanted to finger my arsehole, the first time I’d been asked for that. She wasn’t gentle and I could see why most girls don’t like anal sex.

Meanwhile, Theresa was still fucking the second boy, but now she was trying to wank off a third boy at the same time, not very successfully as she was still bouncing up and down on number two.

When the second boy came inside her, she bent over and took number three into her mouth. He said something to her and she nodded. He pulled out of her mouth and I watched him spurt over her face.

"Anyone else?" she called, but her words were drowned out by the ringing of the assembly bell.

She ran off, presumably to the shower. I felt a little sorry for the other Program girls; she was upstaging them and some of them were muttering about her until they saw me looking at them.

"Sorry," one of them came over and said, "but she’s making it really hard for us. Everyone seems to think we should do everything she does. I don’t like saying this but she’s being a real slut. I wouldn’t have thought she’d have it in her. I don’t think she’s even been out with a boy since she moved here."

"Maybe she’s getting it all in in one week?" I suggested.

"Fine. I just wish it wasn’t my week."

So do I, I thought. So do I.

I got told off in History. Mr. Moor was furious. I hadn’t read any of the material from last week, and hadn’t done the essay about it.

"I know it’s your Program week, but unless you want your marks to go down drastically, you still have to do some work," he said.

I mumbled something.

"You’re not even paying attention now, are you?" he asked angrily.

"Uh?" I muttered. "Sorry? Sorry, Mr. Moor."

"Come outside."

I followed him outside to the corridor.

"What’s wrong?"

"I don’t know. I can’t explain."

"You had better find out quickly, because at the moment you might as well not even be in class. I suggest you go somewhere quiet like the library and sort yourself out."

"Okay."

"And Tim?" His voice softened.

"Yes?"

"Whoever it is, I hope she’s worth it."

I turned away and walked to the library. I don’t cry over girls. I never have. Nobody ever mattered enough, until now. And this girl seems to be trying to hurt me or push me away half the time, so why is she getting to me and getting me close to tears? I could feel my chest constricting around my heart, but still the tears refused to form.

Even worse, in the mid-morning break, I saw her giving another blowjob. There was a queue of boys waiting their turn. I stormed off, disgusted.

Shelley let me call Mrs. Townley at lunch. We talked for a long time, Mrs. Townley as mystified as I was about Theresa’s reaction and her behaviour.

"I think I must be imagining it," I said finally.

"No," she said firmly. "Even if there were no evidence of anything being wrong, her reacting to your question by starting to fuck every boy she can is not a normal reaction. I’m convinced there’s something deeply wrong. We simply haven’t found it yet."

I’d been eating something or other while talking to her. I’d even apologised for chomping in her ear, but she’d simply laughed at that in a friendly way. After we’d finished talking, it was time for Requests. Before anyone else could get in, I ran over to Theresa and said, "I have a Request. I want you to fuck me."

She looked at me for a moment, her eyes boring into me with a sadness I could feel, then she shook her head and said, "No."

"But…"

"No. I’m sorry, Tim. No."

I walked off, angry and confused, and left the dining hall. Fuck the Program, I thought, as I ignored Requests from two different girls. I did look back, though, and Theresa was already on top of another boy.

"At least someone’s having a good time in the Program," I said bitterly to Shelley, who had followed me out of the dining hall.

"They might be. She’s not," she said.

"Looks like it to me," I disagreed.

"She’s in more of my classes than yours," she explained. "She’s been acting weird all week. I know there’s something wrong. And what Danielle’s said about her just now confirms it." Before the RR bell had sounded, I’d had time to repeat to Shelley what Mrs. Townley had told me.

"Then why are you and I the only ones who can see it? Everyone else sees her having a wild Program week."

"I don’t know," she sighed. "But please don’t give up on her."

"You know, Shelley, you’re not like your reputation at all."

"What do you mean?"

"Sexy Shelley." Then I added, "What was it you called yourself when you did the Program? Hurricane Slut?"

She grinned as she remembered that, but then the grin changed to a pout. "You mean I’m not sexy?"

"No. That’s not what I mean and you know it." She started grinning again. "Everyone thinks of you as a kid that’ll never grow up, that ever since she discovered sex as her latest toy, wants to try everything as often as possible with as many people as possible, no complications. But you see more than most people. And you care."

"Do me a favour," she asked.

"What?"

"Don’t tell anyone. You’ll destroy my street cred."

We were both laughing then.

"Thanks, Shelley."

"No probs."

The afternoon dragged. I didn’t see Theresa until after school and she was fucking again. But I could see she was exhausted and literally going through the motions.

"Get off her. Can’t you see she’s had enough?" I shouted to the boy pumping into her.

"Piss off," he shouted back. "She said yes."

I tried to pull him off and he pushed me away.

So I punched him. Hard. I put all my weight behind that punch and literally knocked him off of her. Then it was a blur. I heard Theresa screaming, "No!" and he was hitting me.

I don’t get into fights – ever – and certainly I don’t start them. The result? My nose was bleeding and I was doubled over from a punch in my gut. He’d connected a few times with my face as well while I’d swung aimlessly. When he'd knocked me down I was angry enough, or stupid enough, to get back up and fly at him again.

Mr. Wright and Mr. Thompson pulled us apart.

"Who started this?" Mr. Wright demanded.

"He did," the boy snarled.

"Tim?" asked Mr. Thompson incredulously.

"Yeah, I did," I admitted. With so many witnesses it seemed pointless denying it.

"You. Home," he said to the other boy, who didn't have a mark on him. "You, Tim. Nurse, then Dr. Reynolds' office. And you, young lady. Get your clothes on and wait outside Dr. Reynolds' office. He'll want to know what's going on."

Nurse decided that nothing was seriously damaged. My nose had already stopped bleeding and nothing was broken. "You’ll have a nice shiner tomorrow," she predicted.

Dr. Reynolds had already heard what happened from Theresa by the time I arrived in his office.

"What excuse have you got for starting a fight like that?"

"No excuse, sir."

"Did you think he was forcing her?" He was giving me an excuse, but I knew it wouldn’t work. Nobody was going to believe that after Theresa’s behaviour today.

"No, sir."

"Is it true that Theresa refused to let you have sex with her at lunchtime?"

I felt betrayed as I looked at Theresa.

"She didn’t tell me. It wasn’t exactly a quiet scene at lunchtime. So you were feeling jealous and decided to pick on whoever you found having sex with her."

"It wasn’t like that," I answered weakly.

"I should suspend you at once, but then you’d have to repeat your Program week. You can come in tomorrow, then you are suspended for the rest of term."

"But I have end of term tests…" I protested.

"I’m sorry, Tim. You left me no choice."

Theresa was crying as we left the office.

"Tim, I’m sorry. I never meant for that to happen. If you still want to fuck me, you can."

"I thought you couldn’t get home late." Then I laughed bitterly, "Guess I not much good at the Great Protector routine."

"You were great. Look, I’m already late. And I owe it you."

"I don’t want you like that."

"Please, Tim. You can do anything. Anything you want. There must be something you’ve always wanted to do and no girl’s let you."

"Theresa. I don’t want to fuck you. I wanted to make love to you."

She flinched as she heard the word wanted, past tense.

I walked past her, went and got dressed and walked home, still angry with her, with me, with the headmaster… with the whole damned world.

My parents were furious with me for being so stupid.

My little brother thought that me getting a nosebleed was hilarious.

I ignored his teasing all through dinner, then I was sent up to my room for the evening.

I put my music on too loud until a neighbour banged on the wall dividing our houses. I called Shelley to let her know what had happened, but she already knew. She had called Mrs. Townley and Mrs. Townley called my parents.

"Son," said my father. "You can come down. Mrs. Townley explained what’s been going on. She’s going to ring Dr. Reynolds tomorrow."

"There’s nothing she can say," I said sullenly.

I watched the telly for a few hours, as bored as I think I’ve ever felt. Then I went upstairs to bed.