The room was almost in shadow. Drapes and shades darkened the window and the door blocked all light from within the house. But even so, a fraction of the dawn sunlight invaded the darkness and wakened me.

An erection under such circumstances was familiar if not expected. On this specific morning, however, something was different. Slowly, gently, exquisitely slipping across the tip of my cock was not my usual pajama bottoms, but only a bed sheet. In fact, there was nothing between me and the bed covers. Briefly, I was naked.

My balls were already tight against my crotch; that much was certain. My cock was warm and throbbing. I closed my eyes and felt a single drop of fluid slowly emerge and dampen the sheet . A second drop slowly and exquisitely oozed down my cock head. Just to feel the air I pushed the sheet away from my shoulders and down to my waist. A breeze from the window flowed across my chest.

My cock was throbbing now, mindlessly searching for release. Lightly, lightly I touched the head, then the base. Then I sensed the familiar tensing of the prostate, the pumping deep within me, and the pulse of sticky fluid advancing through my shaft.

The first jet was immense. My cock seemed relieved to be rid of it. Then came another just as large, and another. My hand, my cock, my thighs, and the sheets quickly became slippery and musty with it. On and on the came the pulses, the ejaculations, the viscous results. Eyes still closed, I relaxed my upper body and sank into the linens. I thought of naked breasts, naked abs, naked butts, naked pussies. Then of two naked girls in particular.

It had all started innocently enough over the Labor Day weekend. I and my friends, Ben Dare and Dan Thatte, had planned a trip to Dhrystone Lake, where Dan's family had a cottage. It would have been great trip, too, except that Dan wanted to bring his girlfriend, Teah Shurt, and Teah didn't want to be the only girl. So I invited Nadia Blosser, a girl who'd recently seemed interested in me. And just to even the count, Nadia invited her cousin.

Her cousin, to my dismay, was Vivian Vivichelli, a girl I truly hated. She was crude, she taunted me, and she never wore a scrap of clothing. Nadia, at least, usually wore a short skirt and nipple shields.

Things went downhill the moment Vivian appeared. First, she hid my suitcase in Dan's garage, and I arrived at the lake with only a single pair of shorts to wear. Then we went boating and I lost my shorts in the lake. Then my new injection factors kicked in and I became permanently erect. And of course, it was the end of the tourist season and none of the local stores had shorts, pants, or swimsuits in my size. The end result, so to speak, was that I spent Friday afternoon, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday doing something I swore I'd never do. I went about as fully naked as Vivian.

I know, I know; it's completely legal and lots of people do it. But then as now, many more people wore clothes than went naked, and that was my preference as well.

Then, on Sunday morning, a storm arose and threatened to carry away Dan's boat. I tried to save it, but a wave threw me out or the boat and into open water! I probably would have drowned if Vivian hadn't jumped into the turbulent water and saved me.

The storm carried both of us across the lake, and we spent Sunday afternoon and Monday morning stranded on a rocky, secluded, government-preserve beach. Vivian and I were having sex when the NewsChannel 17 helicopter discovered us, and they broadcast the whole escapade statewide. They never gave me any clothes, but they did tape a series of interviews and features. By the time I got home, I was so tired I'd fallen into bed without dressing. That's when one of Ben's new girlfriends, Ginger, called and apologized for the whole escapade getting out of control. Ginger also admitted that she, Nadia, Vivian, and Teah were cousins and co-conspirators.

Maybe it was the thought of Vivian and Nadia, the main perpetrators, or maybe I was finally spent. Either way, the flow of semen finally abated. The erection, of course, remained, and my balls were still pulled in tight. Even in the early morning being physically but not mentally aroused was disorienting.

The previous week, during a routine medical exam, I'd been too embarrassed to tell the doctor I spent several hours a day erect. Instead, I told him it was just a few minutes a day, and he'd adjusted my factors accordingly. Voila! Permanent arousal.

So there I was: awake, erect, naked, cum-soaked, and wondering what to do on the first day of school. After a moment's reflection, I found a dry sheet corner, wiped my midsection, and stood up. My cock, of course, extended perfectly forward, straight, and huge. What's more, in the next few weeks, it was due to get fifty percent larger! First everyone told me everybody was doing it, and then the doctor talked me into it. Can you say double whammy?

By sheer force of habit I checked my PDA for messages. There were over two hundred! Methodically, I began filtering them.

Over half were from girls who'd seen me naked on television the previous day and liked the way I looked. So what's a guy to do? I stored them in a folder named Girls.

The next category was from advertisers. Most were from people wanting to sell me and Vivian compasses, pocket knives, boats, shovels, camping gear, satellite phones, condoms, potency aids, herbal enlargement creams, and every other kind of gear you can imagine. I discarded all of them.

A few advertisers wanted me and Vivian to do commercials and other promotions. I stored these under Opportunities.

The one remaining item was a broadcast message from Ms. Sprite, the girls' (and temporarily the boys') swim-team coach.

"Hi, swimmers. This is Ms. Sprite," she began. "I just want you to know that the new pool passed health inspection over the weekend, and that it'll be open for workouts starting Tuesday morning at seven o'clock. Workouts are voluntary at this point, but I hope to see you all there. Athletic dress code will be in force. Go, Bald Mountain!"

That was the message I was looking for! And it was already six-thirty!

Still somewhat groggy, I reviewed my options for getting to the bathroom with dignity. It was bad enough being sticky, but in addition I was hard, really hard. I could feel the pressure inside my cock, the engorged tissue, the inner heat. Occasionally it twitched, occasionally it issued a drop, and occasionally it seemed primed to issue more. And jerking off again wouldn't make a damn bit of difference.

I could sneak down the hall naked, but someone might come. I could wear a robe but my newly-permanent erection could pop out at any moment. I could wrap a towel around myself, except that I didn't have one. I could put on a swimsuit or shorts, but I only had a few clean pairs. Vivian had hidden the rest in Dan's garage just before we left for the lake.

The twins, Effie and Jeffie, solved my dilemma. Without a care in the world they emerged from their room, strolled naked down the hallway, and took over the bath. Moments later I heard the toilet flush, and then the shower begin to run.

For years I'd wondered how the two of them managed to pee in the same time that one normal person would take. The fact that they were girl and boy made it even stranger.

In any event, it seemed I'd be taking my shower at school. Squeezing my erection into underwear and a pair of shorts was a delicate proposition, but somehow I managed. Bending over to tie my shoes was out of the question, so I shoved my feet into a pair of sandals. A t-shirt and my PDA completed the outfit.

When I went downstairs for breakfast, I discovered my mom sitting naked at the kitchen table. My dad was wearing a tank top.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Adam," said my mom. "I'll get something to wear." She knew I didn't like being around naked people, especially her. It just seemed weird -- weird and conflicting.

"That's OK, I have swim workouts in twenty minutes," I explained, hurrying toward the door.

"Call me at the office if anything comes up," she reminded me. I don't think she was trying to be funny.

"Have a good day," said my dad.

"Will do," I replied just before the door closed. Then I eased carefully into my car, gave it my password, and backed onto the street. At the next red light, I told my PDA to call Ben.

"Adam, dude, what's hangin?" Ben answered. The video showed nothing but a pair of thighs and some girl's butt crack.

"Uh, you wanna move your wrist?" I suggested.

"Oh yeah, sorry, man." As Ben moved his arm, I saw some hips go by, then a breast, then four hands on his chest and abs, then finally his face. It seemed unusually pinkish.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Where am I?" Ben asked.

"My house," said a girl who was off-camera.

"Heather's house," Ben replied. Heather belonged to a quartet of volleyball players Ben had met over the weekend. Each of them was six feet or taller with powerful thighs, trim hips, square shoulders, and a tiny but supple waist. You know the type; for some reason, the entire package goes by the name volleyball butt. All four girls played for Outer Midlands High School, one of our conference opponents.

"It's the first day of school. Are you going to make it?" I asked.

"I dunno, man. I'm gonna try for a little while but I'm kinda used up, you know? I might head over to school pretty soon. I mean, it's the first day and everything."

"Call me when you have a chance, OK?"

"I'm sore there. Can you move a little to the right?" asked Ben.

"Ben, call me when you have a chance," I urged.

"OK, that's good," he replied before disconnecting. And some people still believe techies and geeks can't get girls.

After I got to school and parked, I told my PDA to record a private voicemail for Ben. That meant his PDA wouldn't ring, and it would only play the message through the earpiece. This would stop the volleyball gang from listening in.

"Ben, this is Adam," I began. "I need to ask you for a favor." Then, I briefly explained what I had in mind and gave the Send command.

My teammate Ethan, his girlfriend Caitlin, and a half dozen other swimmers were waiting outside the gym.

"Hey, Adam, how's it hanging, guy?" Ethan began. He, Caitlin, and a junior named Olivia had arrived naked. The rest, like me, were clothed.

"Good, but dude, where are your clothes?" I responded. I'd never seen them go naked except Ethan in the locker room, and both of them swimming indoors at the Y the previous week.

"Ah, we were playing tennis with Penny and Nick on Saturday," Ethan explained.

"Strip tennis," added Caitlin.

"I take it you lost big," I observed.

"Well, yeah, somehow we got down to nothing, and Penny and Nick were going to make us go home naked. So to keep playing, we bet that if we lost the next game, we'd stay naked for 24 hours.

"So how many games did you lose?"

"Well, four, but we were playing double or nothing. We ended up owing them eight days."

"Ah, Ethan, aren't both Penny and Nick on the tennis team?"

"Well, yeah, but I thought they were getting tired," Ethan explained. I thought he was smarter than that.

"What about you, Caitlin?" I asked. "I though you went to Central Outlands High School."

"My parents moved and I transferred," she explained.

"Any sign of Ms. Sprite?" I asked.

"No. Otherwise we'd be inside," said Ethan.

"We saw you on television yesterday," said Caitlin. "That was some adventure you and that girl Vivian had. But, Adam, you've been hiding yourself! I like the way you looked. Too bad you got dressed today."

"This is what I'm used to, Caitlin. And look around; I'm not the only one."

"That's OK, I'll see you later," Caitlin teased. "Athletic dress code, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

"I bet you're getting a lot of messages from girls."

"You might say that," I confirmed.

Someone -- I suppose her husband -- dropped Ms. Sprite off at the curb. She gave him a kiss, then headed for the gym wearing nothing but a smile and her PDA. At the door, she signaled her PDA to transmit the access code, and then we all went in. A few more swimmers emerged from their cars, from the bushes, from under the football bleachers, and in one case, from the statue of Colonel Baldy sitting on his mule.

Ms. Sprite opened the doors to the locker room, then turned on the lights and waved us in. Then, she stood on one of the benches and started making announcements.

"Good morning, swimmers. I'm glad you see you made it here this morning," she began. A couple of people snickered, then she continued.

"Even though fall swimming hasn't formally begun, conference rules state that closed workouts like we're having this morning qualify as practice for sanctioned competition. You know what that means. Because competition is naked this year, practices have to be naked. And since you have to be naked, so do I. Like it or not, those are the rules and if you want to compete, we all have to follow them.

"So, those of you who are still wearing clothes, get 'em off. If you're sticky, take a quick shower. I'll meet you in five minutes at the pool bleachers. Any questions?"

"Is this the only locker room?"

"No, there's another one for gym classes," Ms. Sprite replied. "This one is only for athletes, cheerleaders, the dance team, and so forth."

"Where should we put our clothes?"

"You can leave them on a bench, or stuff them in a basket over there by the wall, or put them in your regular hall locker. Hopefully, we won't have to worry about team members stealing from each other. OK, let's go!"

The locker room itself was a single large space with clusters of benches, trainer's equipment, urinals, toilets, and bidets scattered almost randomly. The toilet and bidet stalls had those new partitions that were only three feet high, and no doors.

The showers were all in one corner, some against the wall and some just hanging from ceiling. A few near the ends had wands rather than fixed shower heads. Along the other walls were banks of locker baskets and some video screens.

Hurriedly I stuffed my clothes into a basket and headed for the shower I'd missed at home. I found a spot against the wall and was starting to take some soap when Olivia, who'd been with Ethan and Caitlin, appeared next to me and turned on the water.

"Do you mind?" she asked after I'd taken a quick peek at her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I apologized.

"No, I mean, do you mind if I take this space?"

"Oh, no, go right ahead," I allowed. And with that, Olivia took a squirt of soap in each hand and started scrubbing me down!

"I like the way you look," she replied to my puzzled expression.

"Uh, you too," I replied. She was tall, thin, and Hispanic, with short black hair and creamy olive skin. Like nearly all swimmers, she was hairless from the neck down. She had that swimmer's physique, too: wide shoulders, plenty of lung capacity, hard abs, and muscular thighs. Her breasts were on the small side, especially on her muscular chest, but they looked softer than most athletes'. She had a pleasant oval face with brown eyes and a friendly smile. That face moved within inches of mine, then her bare hands began scrubbing my chest and sides.

"Is this going to be a one-way?" she asked.

"I dunno. Do you have any cousins?"

"Just one, but I never see him. He lives, like, a thousand miles away," she replied with some surprise.

"All righty, then. Anyplace in particular?"

"Dull Forks, Montana. What difference does it make?"

"No, I mean, is there anyplace in particular you'd like me to scrub?" By then she'd reached my abs and was working toward my butt.

"Follow my lead," she encouraged, so I began scrubbing her chest and sides. Especially her chest. Once her nipples were sudsy, they stiffened and she rubbed them against my slippery chest. I took more soap and began scrubbing her butt. She jumped when I got to her crack, then relaxed and moved to my front.

I was just about to scrub Olivia's pussy when it was my turn to jump. There, beneath the next shower head, were Ethan and Caitlin getting just as clean as us! Ethan was looking over Caitlin's shoulder and giving me a thumbs up! That's when I remembered how many other swimmers were taking showers, and realized how many might be watching Olivia and me.

Olivia, by this time, was scrubbing my cock with enthusiasm. In the interest of fairness, I gently pulled her toward me and began scrubbing her pussy. It was hard to tell if she was wet from the scrubbing, the sudsing, or the shower. Then I found her clitoris and all doubt disappeared. "Yes!" she screamed, then "Yes, that's it! More! More! Oh, Adam, yes! Ah! Oh shit! Yes! Ooooh! Yes! Aaaah!" or words to that effect. Then she let loose the biggest scream of all. It echoed throughout the locker room!

The room seemed strangely silent for a few seconds, during which Olivia finished me off. Even with my eyes closed, I was sure everyone in the place was watching. Then we rinsed and the others resumed their scrubbing.

"I thought you came," Olivia stated quietly.

"I did. It was good," I replied.

"Then why are you still hard?"

"There was a mix-up with my injection. I'm gonna be hard for six months."

"How cool!"

"Well, I better pee while I have the chance," I remarked with some embarrassment.

"OK, go," ordered Olivia, pointing my cock away from her.

"You mean here in the shower, with you?"

"OK, sure, with me," she replied with piss already running down her leg.

"This is gonna be hard."

"I already noticed that. What's the matter, you never peed in a shower before?"

"Uh, not very often," I admitted. I really did need to pee, though, so I tried to ignore Olivia's hand and eventually did it. The water at our feet ran yellow for a few seconds, then we rinsed ourselves and the immediate area clean. Olivia turned off both our shower heads.

"Are there any towels?" I asked no one in particular.

"It doesn't matter. In a couple of minutes we'll be swimming anyway. Hey, you wanna be shower partners?"

"You mean, always take showers together?"

"Yeah, that was fun, don't you think? I mean, it would only be for showering. We'd probably have other friends away from practice."

"I guess we could try it for a while," I decided. She was hard to resist there, all wet, and smiling, and naked, and clean, and everything.

It seemed incredibly odd to walk straight into the hallway wet and naked from the showers, but I told myself these were the new rules and I needed to get used to them. Then we walked naked into the pool area and parked our wet naked butts on the bleacher seats. They were cold. Olivia sat next to me, and for a second I thought she was going to hold my cock again. But instead, she folded her arms.

By the time the last swimmers had filed in, it was seven-fifteen. Ms. Sprite stepped in front of the bleachers and had a few more words to say.

"First I want to point out that most of you wasted your first fifteen minutes of workouts this morning," she began. "I know a lot of things are new today but I encourage you not to waste pool time. This is a nice new pool and it's going to be booked up. That means you need to take advantage of whatever time you can get.

"Now, these are just workouts today. Concentrate on your strokes and your breathing, and don't overdo it. Take turns on the lanes, and watch the person in the water ahead of you. We're not going to bring in lifeguards when most of you are better swimmers than anyone we could hire. Instead, we're going to be responsible as a team for our own safety. I'll be here most of the time but don't let that stop you if someone gets a cramp or misses a dive or whatever.

"As to the new athletic dress code, I assure you that came from the conference and not from me. I know that being naked is just as new for many of you as it is for me, but we all have to get used to it. Someday swimsuits may be permitted or even required again, but it's not going to happen this year. If you want my advice, try not to think about it. I know that's going to be hard, especially because many of us haven't seen each other this way before. But if other schools and other conferences have gotten over it, so can we. Any questions?"

"Where's Mr. Bythos?"

"He resigned. We're looking for a replacement."

"Are the boys' and girls' teams going to keep practicing together?"

"Yes, and all the meets will be co-ed as well. Separate events, same meets. Anything else?"

There wasn't, so Ms. Sprite ordered us into the pool. I let Olivia take a lap before me, then braced for my first naked, erect entry dive.

Actually, it wasn't too bad. The pool was filled with soft water, the aerators were bubbling, and the water flowed smoothly around my dick and balls. The effect of entry was nothing like the hard slap I'd feared. As to swimming, the warm pool water was much better than the cold choppy water in the lake. I felt one with the water flowing around me much more than I had in a suit.

After two laps I climbed out of the pool and headed back to the starting block. Liberating as swimming naked had been, walking naked around the pool deck seemed awkward and embarrassing.

Ethan and Caitlin lined up on the same block that Olivia and I were using. Caitlin had entered the water behind me, and Ethan was next. That put me in line behind Olivia whose behind, I noticed, wasn't half bad. If I hadn't already been erect, I would've become so.

"I saw you and Vivian on the news yesterday," Olivia remarked, turning around to face me. Her front wasn't half bad either.

"I've been getting that a lot," I replied, remembering all the messages on my PDA. "Do you know Vivian?" Things were progressing way too easily.

"No, not really. I mean, she's a year ahead of me, and she doesn't seem like a very nice person."

"I'd have to agree with you there."

"But then why were you together and screwing?"

"A bad situation got worse, then we were scared and alone. That's all."

Caitlin was climbing out of our lane and looking damn good doing it. As soon as she was clear, Ethan took his dive. That left me standing between two wet naked girls, a situation that definitely had its merits.

Ethan finished two laps and then, in classic relay style, Olivia dove. The thought of wet, naked girls hurling themselves through the air had never occurred to me, but I liked the concept. The sight of Olivia's naked body slicing though the crystal-clear water had its strong points as well.

The four of us fell into a rhythm of diving, swimming, emerging, and repeating. None of us spoke more than a few words at time, nor did the swimmers in the other lanes. I was in such a zone that my own nakedness and that of those around me occupied little of my attention. We were one with the water; that was all.

At 8:10 Ms. Sprite gave us a five-minute warning, then at 8:15 she ended the workout. Only then did I notice that an audience of about 30 clothed students had entered the pool area to watch us. Olivia waved to two of them and told me their names were Serena Sanchez and Rita Rodriguez. They each gave me a couple of once-overs, then waved back.

When we got back to the locker room, we discovered that a group of about twenty girls had moved in. Most were naked, and the rest were undressing rapidly. One of them was Vivian's friend, Crystal, who I'd last seen a week earlier at the city pool. It seemed more like seven years than seven days.

"Do you know what's with those girls?" I asked Olivia.

"I know two of them are in the pompom squad," she replied.

"Is one of them the platinum blonde there with the pink eye shadow?"

"No, I don't know her. Do you?"

"Just a little, and even that's unfortunate," I replied. "I know she was on the pompom squad last year, though. Is that older naked woman a teacher?"

"The one handing out the puce and chartreuse uniforms? That's Ms. Leap, the pompom director."

"That's a uniform? Chokers, wrist bands, and ankle socks? OK, so this is definitely the pompom squad. Yeah, rah, no excuse; let's go, puce and chartreuse! Fabulous. Well, I need to get this chlorine off me."

"Me too," Olivia announced brightly, and thus our second shared shower came to pass. It was a quickie, meaning no funny business, although we did dry each other off.

Without getting dressed, Olivia joined Serena and Rita outside the locker room door. Then, amid much whispering and giggling, all three departed for their first period classes.

I had no trouble locating my locker basket, but the contents were another matter. Everything except my PDA and sandals was missing! I checked the entire area but my underwear, shirt, and shorts were definitely gone!

Desperately I searched the entire locker room, which by then was nearly empty. There were about 20 locked baskets containing clothes the pompom girls had left behind, plus a couple pairs of panties and a see-through blouse. Nothing of mine, and nothing that would help me!

Desperate for some solution, I hurriedly searched for Ms. Sprite's office. This, however, led to yet another shock.

Instead of normal office furniture, Ms. Sprite's office had two facing daybeds on opposite walls. Each daybed was quite flat and had cushions against the wall for sitting. Ms. Sprite's daybed also had a swing-away computer screen. Ms. Sprite was using the computer with one hand and fingering herself with the other.

"Uh, Ms. Sprite, can I speak with you a minute?" I asked.

"Certainly, Adam. Sit down anywhere. What is it?" she replied, swinging away the computer screen but continuing to finger herself.

I decided to take the daybed across from her. Even with the bolster cushions, it was deep enough that I had to sit Indian-style.

"I think someone stole my clothes during workouts this morning."

"Do you have any idea who would do such a thing?" Her whole finger was buried and constantly moving.

"Well, anyone could have gone in and out of there. Vivian Vivichelli hid some clothes of mine last week, and I saw her friend Crystal in there with the pompom squad. But I don't have any proof. I hope it wasn't anyone on the swim team."

"I hope so, too. Look, Adam, if you don't have any evidence against anyone, there's not much we can do. For obvious reasons, there are no surveillance cameras in the locker rooms. We'll just have to keep an eye out." Now it was two fingers.

"Can I go home and get some clothes?"

"Why would you? The school has no dress code anymore."

"Well, nevertheless, I choose not to go naked. Can I have a pass to go home and get some clothes?"

By now, Ms. Sprite was fingering herself harder than ever. "Adam... you don't... need clothes to... go to class. I'm... oh... not giving you... a pass," she gasped. "What's... your first... class?"

"It's gym."

"OK... Wait just a... minute and we'll... walk together... Oh shit! Ohhhh!" She exclaimed, finishing herself off. If we'd had a few more minutes, I might have joined her.

It was 8:29. Ms. Sprite took a quick hand shower, dried herself, and jogged with me to the gym. We entered just as the 8:30 bell rang.

Period 1 - Gym

"Good morning, class. Please take a seat in the bleachers," Ms. Sprite began. "There will be no activities today, just announcements."

You might think that since I'd been naked for most of the past four days and then for swim workouts, I would've grown accustomed to it. I might have, too, except that out of thirty students in the class, twenty-six were dressed. So once again I felt very alone and embarrassed.

The other three naked students were Crystal, another pompom girl, and an ordinary-looking kid I didn't know. All three of them were sitting in the last row of bleachers, and therefore so did I. For one thing, there was safety in numbers. For another, I didn't want the rest of the class staring at my naked backside all period.

I didn't feel like sitting next to the other naked guy, so I took the opposite end of the row. Then, to my surprise, Crystal slid next to me. She slid close, too: shoulder to shoulder, hip-to-hip, and thigh-to-thigh. The other pompom girl followed Crystal to my end of the row but didn't sit down.

"You're Adam Jonson, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes, that's right," I replied, wondering where this was headed.

"Well, my name's Crystal. I guess you've seen me around. Do you know Kristin?" she asked, indicating the other pompom girl.

"No, I don't think so," I replied.

"Well, Kristin this is Adam Jonson. He's on the swim team. Adam, this is Kristin Schaik, pompom."

"Hi," Kristin and I said to each other, then Kristin sat down and Ms. Sprite began her announcements.

"First of all, welcome back to Bald Mountain High School. My name is Avina Sprite and I expect to lead this class all year. Class will begin promptly at 8:30 and end at 9:50. Don't be tardy and don't leave early, or it'll count against you.

"Because there's no dress code for school this year, there's no dress code for gym, either. Any clothing you choose to wear, however, must allow full participation in the day's activity. So, you can't wear handcuffs to play ping pong, or a hoop skirt to play basketball."

In addition to her sneakers, socks, wrist bands, and choker, Crystal was wearing a musky perfume over white, pink, and black makeup. Her neatly groomed pubic hair was fine and sparse, and it matched her platinum blonde hairdo perfectly. She'd carried the puce and chartreuse color scheme onto her nails, both finger and toe. Casually, she rested one hand on my thigh. Just to see what happened, I grabbed a butt cheek. She moved closer.

"There will be five minutes at the beginning of class for changing into gym clothes, and fifteen minutes at the end of class for showering and changing into class clothes. Obviously, those who choose to be naked for gym, for class, or for both will have some extra time. I'll expect you to make good use of it."

Despite the elimination of all dress codes, most of the students were dressed normally. One girl in gothic makeup was wearing ripped stockings with a black lace skirt and corset. Willie Fundeman, a perpetual candidate for class clown, was dressed like a ballerina, tutu and all. Tess Palmer, who acted in most of the school plays, was dressed in hose and corset like the Sally Bowles character from Cabaret.

"Everyone except athletes will use the general purpose locker room. Athletes (including cheerleaders, pompom girls, majorettes, the dance line, coaches, and trainers) will use the athletic locker room.

"There are no separate locker rooms for boys and girls. In fact, there are no separate restrooms anywhere in the school. Thank the Equal Access To Facilities act for that, not me."

"You have a great-looking cock," Crystal whispered. "May I?" I raised an eyebrow in surprise, and Crystal took that as a yes. At least, I suppose she did. A moment later she was leaving no part untouched.

"I'm sure some of you are wondering why I'm naked. The conference has decided that all athletic competition, practices, and related activities will be naked this year. I coach the swim team, so that goes for me as well. I assure you, this isn't my preference. I started getting used to it over a month ago, and I found the hardest part was going back and forth. So, for now, I'm going full-time. We'll see how it goes.

"Because this is a short week, no one is in The Program. That means no reasonable requests this week."

Let me tell you about being erect all the time. It's always hard, it's always warm, and you constantly feel that a drop is about to ooze. Sometimes it does. Every so often you get jerks and twinges Occasionally you're at nine o'clock; occasionally you're at seven o'clock; eight o'clock is about average. Every so often, you get a full pulse or two. That's when you're not aroused. When you are aroused, everything at least triples. Crystal had me aroused. I moved my hand from her butt to her pussy, and she was ready.

"Today's schedule has been changed to accommodate a special assembly in the auditorium. Instead of six periods of 60 minutes each, there will be seven periods of 50 minutes each. The assembly you attend will depend on your year in school. Here's the schedule." At that, Ms. Sprite sent a command from her PDA and the scoreboard video displayed:

Seniors - Between 1^st and 2^nd

Juniors - Between 2^nd and 3^rd

Sophomores - Between 4^th and 5^th

Freshmen - Between 5^th and 6^th

"The pompom squad will be acting as ushers before and after each assembly. Are there any pompoms here?

Crystal and Kristin each raised a hand. Crystal raised an eyebrow as well, and her eyes bugged out. Not that she was paying much attention to Ms. Sprite.

You might think that being erect all the time gives you a hair trigger, and to some extent that's true. But because you never go down, you're far from being a one-shot wonder. In this case I gave two shots, and both of them landed on a girl sitting in the next-to-last row. Fortunately, she didn't notice at first. Crystal continued fondling me. With some misgivings, I pushed two fingers insider her and lubed her clitty with my thumb.

"All right, then, you two girls should leave 1st, 2nd, 4th,and 5th period classes five minutes early. You're also excused for arriving at 2nd, 3rd, 5th, and 6th period classes five minutes late. I believe you're supposed to assemble in the auditorium foyer. Is that what Ms. Leap told you?"

Crystal nodded.

"There will be an athletic meeting at three-fifteen this afternoon here in the gym. That includes athletes, cheerleaders, pompom girls, majorettes, dance line members, coaches, and trainers. Anyone who's already on a team or plans to try out should attend. Athletic dress code will apply."

"Does that mean naked?" asked a guy I hardly knew.

I could tell that Crystal wanted to kiss me, but that she felt the need to keep looking at Ms. Sprite. For my part, I waited to get Ms. Sprite's attention and then winked. In return, she rolled her eyes and shrugged. A few kids turned around but I kept a straight (if rather flushed) face.

"Yes, that means no clothes, naked, bucko, all skin, whatever you want to call it. Are there any other questions?"

"What... are we going to be doing... the next couple of weeks?" Crystal asked, or gasped, or whatever. Then, she arched her back and swallowed a scream. Again, a few students turned around. Crystal faked a cough. I spurted onto the same girl and another sitting next to her.

"Track, mostly. Anything else? All right, then, come to me privately if something occurs to you. Otherwise, it's open gym for the rest of the period. You can shoot baskets, run laps, or just look around the new facilities. Don't use the weights, gymnastic apparatus, or other equipment without supervision. Go!"

The two girls I'd messed whispered to each other for a few moments, occasionally glancing back at me. I was sure they were going to file a complaint of some kind. Finally, the second girl began speaking.

"Will you mess my front side, too?" she asked.

"You want me to cum on your skirt?" I asked, almost too stunned to speak.

"Uh, no, on my slip," she replied, immediately unbuttoning and unzipping herself.

"Why?" I asked. I was mystified.

"She wants to look popular," Crystal explained, still firmly in grasp, so to speak, of the situation. "Wanna do a good deed today?"

My hesitation was all the encouragement Crystal needed. Seconds later I was cuming on the second girl's slip, and then on her friend's blouse and panties.

"What are your names?" I asked once I had my breath back and the girls were drenched.

"Katie Sullivan and Erin Shaunessy," they replied, and then they were off. Katie was folding her skirt as she walked. Erin had discarded her short shorts, revealing a pair of miniscule thong panties.

"Uh, do you want these shorts?" I called out to Erin.

"Keep 'em for me," Erin replied. Too bad they weren't my size. The shorts, that is.

"I have the feeling those girls used me," I confided to Crystal.

"You got your rocks off. Don't complain," she advised.

"You don't know anything about my clothes, do you?" I asked her.

"What clothes?" she replied, furrowing her brow and eying me up and down.

"The clothes I wore to school this morning. Someone stole them out of my gym basket this morning."

"No, I don't know anything about any clothes. I'm not into that. You look OK without 'em, though. Better, in fact. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I know you hang around with Vivian, and she swiped and hid my clothes last week. So I thought that... you know... maybe the two of you were pulling another prank, or maybe it was just Vivian but you knew about it, or maybe you'd seen someone else messing with the baskets."

"So I'm guilty by association?"

"Look, I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm just asking if you know anything."

"I said I don't."

"OK, thanks. Well, I'm going to look at the weight room."

"Go ahead. I have to check my messages. I'm expecting one from Nadia."

I found the weight room after just a little searching through the building. It was locked and most of the lights were out, but I could see some of the equipment through windows in the doors. It looked like a great facility with all the classic equipment and the latest machines as well.

After looking into a few more dark rooms, I headed back to the gym and found Ms. Sprite.

"Hey, coach, when will the weight room be open?"

"Every day until at least five o'clock, Adam. But no one can work out alone. You need to have another athlete, coach, or trainer in the room, and there needs to be a coach in the building. If someone gets hurt, they need a way to get help."

"Will it be open today?"

"Yes, but don't forget the athletic meeting at three-fifteen. You shouldn't miss that."

For the next ten minutes I ran laps. Then, with five minutes left in the period, I took a quick shower, dried myself, and headed for the auditorium. There was still no sign of my clothes.

Through no specific plan, the new gym and the old auditorium were on opposite ends of the campus. They simply built the gym on the only spot that had enough space. On this particular morning, however, crossing that distance seemed like the longest walk of my life.

It was nothing like being naked the previous weekend at the lake; up there, I was with a few friends (not counting Nadia and Vivian) and lots of strangers I'd probably never see again. And for workouts and gym class, well, I was used to being naked in the locker room, and being in the pool or the gym with only a few people wasn't that different.

The hallway, by contrast, was packed with people who knew me, watched me, and collectively determined my reputation. And there I was, caught naked for all to see. If I could've shriveled I would've; of that I'm very sure.

Then there was the touching. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed more people than usual were bumping into me. They brushed against my arms; they bumped me in the hips; they stroked my shoulder blades; they slapped my butt.

There was non-stop chatter, too. "Adam, saw you on television yesterday!" "Adam, straight on!" "Adam, I like the way you look!" "Adam, did you forget something?" "Adam, call me!" "Adam, you're cute when you blush!" "Adam, hold my donut, would you?"

Most of the crowd was, of course, dressed quite normally. Only one in ten or twenty were naked: not nearly enough for me to blend in. I began to see why naked kids usually hung out together.

"Hey, Yonson," intoned a familiar voice from behind. "I thought I recognized your butt. What's up? You finally figger out that bein' naked is kinda fun sometimes?"

"Someone stole my clothes during swim workouts this morning," I explained, turning around to face her. I'm sure she could've stopped, but instead she ran into me and grabbed my shoulder blades as if to steady herself. Instinctively, I grabbed her in return. I felt her hard tits pressing against my chest, and I felt her muscular back and firm butt beneath my hands. Our abs met. And if you think I felt in any way like kissing her, I've got a bridge you might like to buy.

"I don't suppose you know anything about that, Vivian," I probed.

"About what?"

"My clothes."

"Uh, I think you better check yourself out, Yonson. You mighta forgot somethin', there."

"I told you, someone stole my clothes this morning."

"Well, don't look at me," Vivian insisted. "Or do. Either way, I got no use for 'em."

"What about last week?"

"Had no use for 'em last week, either. Look, Yonson, last week there might've been somethin' goin' on, but that's over. I don't know anything about anybody swipin' any clothes this morning. I mean, I got to school just in time for first period. Ben saw me. If you want, you can ask him. So, you goin' to the assembly or what?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Why don't you let go of me then and we can walk together. Or are you embarrassed?"

"Uh, no, not embarrassed, exactly."

"OK, I gotta admit that heater of yours feels pretty good right now. But we're supposed to be at assembly. Count of three we let go, OK? Did you just slap my butt?"

"No, that was somebody else."

"OK, one, two, three!"

"Dan, how's it going?" I asked just as Vivian pulled away. I'd seen him working his way towards us.

"Good," Dan replied. "You guys headed to the assembly? I'm supposed to meet Ben in the lobby. Maybe we can all sit together."

"A regular camp reunion," I observed. "Sure, what could possibly go wrong? Is Nadia going to be there?"

"Probably. She a senior, you know."

Time was running short as the three of us negotiated the remaining distance to the auditorium. Ben and Teah were waiting as Dan expected, except that Ben's only garment seemed to be a black pleated skirt. Teah wore a blue tube top and a miniskirt with white ruffles and damp cum spots.

"Nadia is saving some places for us," Teah announced. "Shall we go in?"

Crystal and the other pompom girls were holding the doors open and handing out pamphlets. As we passed through her door, she gave me a pamphlet and a wink. I still didn't trust her, though.

Nadia was holding our seats as promised, but barely. She was devoting most of her attention to her PDA which was displaying several hundred pop-up ads a second. All in all, I'd seen less colorful fireworks demonstrations. I took the seat next to her, with Ben on my right. Vivian and Dan completed the row.

"So dude, what's with the skirt?" I asked Ben.

"Well, you know, Lavi drove me back from the lake and took me to her house. I thought my mom or dad would pick me up, so I took my stuff out of her car. Then Ginger, Heather, and Jasmine came over and we messed around for a while, then we went to Jasmine's house, then I dunno... Anyway, we ended up at Heather's house this morning, and I needed something to wear to school. This is all they could find that fit me. Heather says to think of it as a kilt."

Nadia was all eyes.

"I didn't know you were into that," I told Ben with some amusement.

"Well, what was I going to do? Show up naked?"

"It happens," I observed.

"Oh yeah, sorry, but that's, uh, not for me, OK? I mean, think of it as a kilt. And there's no... like... dress code or anything this year, remember?"

"Do you like it?" Nadia asked.

"It feels kinda weird but in some ways I do like it better than pants," Ben admitted.

"I gotta talk to you privately after the assembly, OK?" I urged Ben.

"Yeah, sure," Ben replied. But at that, Vivian threw me a dirty look.

The Assembly

The bell rang, signaling the start of the period. Like most of the students in the auditorium, we continued talking for a moment or two, then the house lights dimmed and a naked woman appeared from stage right. She was holding a lapel mike in one hand, pointing to her shoulder with the other, and obviously talking to someone off stage. Eventually, someone gave her a hand mike and she moved to center stage. At that point, the techs turned on some klieg lights, the naked woman tapped the microphone, and everyone stopped talking.

"Good morning, students," she began. "My name is Meagan Halloway and starting this year, I'll be the principal of Bald Mountain High School."

She looked to be average height, with a nice suntan, firm high breasts, little fat, and good muscle tone. Smooth firm butt and thighs. All straight from her injection, no doubt.

"First I'd like to welcome all you Seniors back from summer vacation. I hope each of you experienced a variety of new, interesting, and educational activities during your vacation. I hope the adventure of constant personal growth never ends.

"Now, of course, it's time for one more educational activity; your last year of high school. I, my staff, and the entire faculty are here to ensure that each and every one of you has a rewarding and successful year.

"Because I'm new here, I'll start by introducing myself. I'm 38 years old and I have a Master's degree in Education from State U. I started out teaching US Government to high school sophomores. I was an assistant principal for three years at South High School in Centerville, and for the past four years I was principal of Centralia High School in Southport.

"As to my personal life, I'm married to a wonderful man named Travis. I have two children; Randy, my oldest, is 10 and Julia, the younger one, is 8. They both go to grade school here in the district.

"I have one more general comment, then we'll get to specific announcements. We have a class of 408 Seniors this year, and I'm sure at least 398 of you have noticed I'm naked. As to the other 10, will their neighbors please wake them up?" Everyone laughed nervously, then Ms. Halloway continued

"Being naked is quite new to me. As a child growing up, in school, at work, at home, and at play I've always worn clothes. For most of my life, standing naked in front of an audience has been the stuff of nightmares, and certainly not a reality. But today more than ever before, society is changing, and the educational system needs to prepare you for the world as it actually exists. Hopefully, if I do my job correctly today, you'll see how this all fits together.

"As the year proceeds, I think you'll find I'm a strong believer in school participation. Obviously, this includes classroom sessions and homework. But just as real life involves more than work, school life should involve more than studies.

"To encourage participation in school-sponsored activities, Bald Mountain High School will use a point system. In order to graduate or advance to the next year, each student will need to accumulate at least 30 participation points during the current school year. At South High, the students called these PPs, and made collecting them a sort of adventure.

"Basically, you earn one PP for each off-hours, school-sponsored event that you attend, either as a spectator or a participant. Go to a school football game; earn a PP. Watch a school play: earn a PP. Help with a school car wash; earn a PP. Compete in a wrestling match; get a PP. You get the idea.

"In addition, you should know that the state board of education, the Bald Mountain School Board, and I personally place great value on the Naked At School Program. Almost universally, The Program teaches students to be comfortable and confident about their bodies, to address their sexuality in a healthy and positive way, and to function as members of the most liberal and open society in recent history.

"That being the case, the Board and I have decided that each student must acquire at least 15 of the 30 mandatory PPs through The Program. The schedule for earning Program PPs will be as follows:

5 PPs for one full week's participation in The Program during regular school hours. A full week means five days: Monday through Friday. Notice that to earn 15 Program PPs, you would need to schedule three weeks of such participation. And no, they don't need to be consecutive.

Alternatively, you may earn 5 Program PPs by participating under Program rules in five off-hours school events. This means you would be naked and honor Reasonable Requests for the duration of the event. If you earn 5 Program PPs this way, you only need to spend 2 Program weeks in class.

Finally, you can earn 15 Program PPs by submitting to Program rules 24 hours a day during the entire week. This includes five full days of class, plus five school sponsored events, plus anywhere else you might go.

"If possible, please schedule your Program participation with the office. If there are certain weeks you wouldn't want to participate in The Program, schedule different weeks. We'll have sign-up cards available for this purpose.

"As a matter of practicality, we don't want the whole school scheduled on the last three weeks of class. We want Program participation to be uniform through the year. If we fall behind an even rate, we'll start picking Program participants at random.

"Whenever you have a week in The Program, it's very important that you check in at the south end of the new gym at eight-fifteen Monday morning. We'll provide a band for your neck or wrist, whichever you prefer, that identifies you as a Program participant. If you just show up naked for a week, it won't count as Program time. I know that more and more of you go naked for the fun of it, or for fashion. Even so, you need to sign up for The Program and spend your time under Program rules.

"To emphasize our belief in The Program, faculty and staff will be participating on the same basis as students. As with students, each faculty and staff member will need to accumulate 30 PPs, 15 of which come from The Program. However, the rules involving faculty and staff touching students, or vice versa, will still apply.

Reasonable Requests may not involve students touching faculty or staff.

Reasonable Requests may not involve faculty or staff touching students.

No one will be subject to Reasonable Requests during class time.

"The last topic for today concerns restrooms and locker rooms. As some of you have no doubt discovered, Bald Mountain High School no longer has separate facilities for boys and girls. This is pursuant to the Equal Access To Facilities Act as interpreted by the courts.

"Our new gymnasium contains one large locker room for gym class participants, and another for members of athletic teams. The fixtures are arranged to discourage boys and girls from gravitating to separate areas.

"We are fortunate as well that the School Board found money to remodel restrooms throughout the school. In each case, the separate doors for boys and girls have been removed, and the dividing walls have been torn down. Again, the arrangement of fixtures will discourage separatism.

"Each locker room and restroom contains a certain number of hand showers. You'll also notice some new fixtures called bidets. They look like the bottom part of a toilet, with a sink where the bowl ought to be. There's a jet that shoots warm water when you step on a floor pedal.

"Students, these fixtures are there for your cleanliness. It's one thing to walk around naked, but quite another to walk around with toilet paper remnants or poop smears on you. Be courteous to the next person using your desk or chair.

"By the way, pissing in a bidet will carry the same penalty as pissing in the sink. Don't do it.

"There are some other changes as well, but I think the pamphlet you received during registration explains them pretty well. If you didn't get a pamphlet, please take one as you leave the auditorium. The pompom girls will be handing them out.

"I see we have a few minutes for questions. If you have a serious question, please send it to principal@bmhs.edu. Thank you and have a great year."

Instantly, of course, Ms. Halloway's PDA started beeping. Her eyes bugged out at the first message, then she skimmed past the next few, and then she giggled at another. Finally, she spoke.

"I said serious questions, people," she glared. "But OK, here's one: Is body paint acceptable attire for school? Yes, as the pamphlet explains, all dress codes are abolished. If it's OK to be full clothed and OK to be naked, then everything in between should be OK as well. As long as it doesn't interfere with class. No hoop skirts or pyrotechnics, for example."

Halloway returned to her PDA. "No... No... I'd love to but you're not my type. No... No... OK, here's one: My religion forbids me to be naked. What should I do? Find a religious school or petition the board of education.

"No... Nope... Not gonna happen... No... I said serious questions, people! OK. If I schedule a campus visit to a college, is that worth a Participation Point? I would say yes, provided you schedule it though the college counselor and show proof of participation. Like, get a signature from whoever you visit at the college.

"No... No... Well, all right. Does anyone else in my family wear clothes? We're still experimenting. I started going naked after I got this job, to get used to it, and my husband stripped down as moral support. After that, it seemed silly to dress the kids. But my husband still dresses for work.

"Hey, two in a row! Why do I go naked? I thought that was obvious, but if students are going to be naked, then teachers ought to be naked. Being naked or not shouldn't be a power trip. And if teachers are going to be naked, then the principal and staff ought to be naked. Fair is fair.

"We're almost out of time. No... No... No... If you don't want girls watching you pee, go at home. Yes, the cafeteria and maintenance staff will follow the same rules as other staff. No... No... You should never take or distribute a person's picture without permission. Yes, it's OK to undress right in front of your locker. No... We'll deal with lost or misplaced clothing the same as any other lost and found; ask at the office. Yes, vending machines in the washrooms will still provide tampons, condoms, lubricant, tissues, and other usual items. No, I'm not in The Program this week; it's not a full week. No, you can't make a Reasonable Request, especially not that one. Nope... Nada... Not going there... That's right, there won't be any Relief during class this year, even for students in The Program. We've increased the time between classes to ten minutes; use that... Yes, you can get a lounge pass during study hall."

At that point, the bell rang and the auditorium began to empty. Mr. Edwards, the gymnastics coach, walked on stage and said something to Halloway. Moments later she tried a few handsprings and looked pretty good at them.

"Where are you headed?" Nadia asked.

"I have Communications with Mr. Magnusson," I replied.

"Hey, me too. And Vivian. Let's all walk together, OK?" Nadia suggested.

"I gotta talk to Ben a minute," I explained. "You and Vivian go ahead." And with that, I ushered Ben into another row near the back of the room. Both girls threw me a scowl but went on their way.

"Ben, are you sure you know what you're doing with those girls from Outer Midlands?" I asked.

"Ooooh, yeah," Ben replied with some enthusiasm.

"Did you know that Ginger, Nadia, Vivian, and Teah are all cousins?"

"So?"

"Well, last week Nadia tricked me into asking her along to the cottage. Then she tricked us all into bringing Vivian along. Then Vivian hid the duffel bag with my clothes in Dan's garage, so I wouldn't have any clothes up there. Then I think Lavi, Ginger, Heather, and Jasmine got you out of the way because I was with Nadia and you would've been with Vivian."

"So?"

"So now they've tricked you out of your clothes and convinced you to go bare-chested wearing a girl's skirt. It looks like they shaved your legs, too. I mean, good grief; did they make you wear panties?"

"It's non a skirt, Adam; I'm wearing it as a kilt. And they didn't make me wear anything. I needed something to wear, and this is what they could find that fit me. The shaving... well that... uh... happened earlier. And no, I'm not wearing panties. I just have to be careful when I sit. I mean, gosh, Adam, I'm in heaven with those girls. Just look at them. Are you jealous or something?"

"No, Ben. I just want to be sure they're not taking advantage of you."

"Look, Adam, if anything, it's me taking advantage of them. But we're all having fun and nobody's getting hurt. You're not calling me gullible, are you?"

"No, not at all. I just thought you might be making the same mistake I did. If you're not, you're not. So that skirt: isn't it kind of breezy?"

"It's a kilt, Adam; a kilt. And if anyone's feeling the breeze, it oughta be you, man. Any chicks hitting on you?"

"Yeah, some."

"Well, I gotta get to class."

"Me too. Be careful on stairways, huh?"

"Roger, wilco. What about this business with Nadia?"

"I'll let you know, but for now, keep it up."

"Adam, you're going to be late for class," Crystal interrupted. I'd forgotten she was manning the door.

"No problem. I just need to get to Communications, and that's just down the hall."

"Really? Me too! Hey listen, as soon as we get these juniors seated, I'll see you there, OK?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied, wondering how much of my conversation with Ben she'd overheard. But time was short and I had to run. I passed both Teah and Olivia on my way out and barely made it to class before the bell rang.

Period 2 - Communications

I have no idea why I signed up for Communications. Perhaps I imagined being a sportscaster, or being interviewed for the news after a swim meet. But whatever my expectations had been, the reality was quite different.

First, there was the room. The front third contained a flat raised stage with a television news set on the right and talk-show furniture on the left. Partially blocking the view were two television cameras and a teleprompter. Microphones and lighting fixtures hung from the ceiling.

Couches and TV sets occupied the remaining two thirds of the room. The couches were tiered in three rows of three, with end tables along each row. The television sets were all tuned to a 24-hours news channel, which had a naked man and woman interviewing some politician.

Nadia and Vivian had taken a couch in the back row and saved the middle seat for me. Because it seemed to be the last remaining seat, I took it. Nadia's PDA was beeping incessantly.

"You better switch that to mute," I told her.

"I don't know what's with this thing today," she replied. "Since this morning I've got, like, five thousand messages about refinancing my mortgage, or transferring money out of Africa, or just gibberish. I thought I had that stuff filtered."

"Why do you suppose that happened, Yonson?" Vivian asked pointedly.

"I haven't a clue," I replied. "Look, even if I wanted to do such a thing, I wouldn't know how."

"Ah, but do you know anybody who knows?" she countered.

"You mean, do I know some scheming, manipulative person willing to meddle in someone else's affairs? Nope, sorry, I don't know anyone like that. In fact, I try to keep away from them."

Nadia threw me an exasperated look, then continued ranting. "Well, I wish this thing would behave itself. I need to schedule a makeup appointment."

"Didn't you get the ninety-day treatment last time?" Vivian asked.

"Yes, but over the summer, I think the sunlight faded it. The boating and the water skiing over the weekend were the last straws."

"You want me to call them for you?" Vivian asked.

"No, I'll get this figured out. Oh shit! Now I'm getting ads for penis enlargement creams as well."

Just then the bell rang and a naked guy with perfect hair entered the room. I'm not kidding about the hair, either. Not only was his scalp hair perfect, but his eyebrows, his eyelashes, his back hair, his arm hair, his leg hair, his public hair, and who knows where else? Certain spots, I had no interest in checking. At the flip of a switch his image replaced the newscast.

"Hello, class," he began. "Welcome to Communications class. My name is Blair Magnusson and I'll be teaching the course this year. As you know, video is by far the predominant communication medium of our age. As a result, that will be the primary focus of the class. In addition to textbook study, homework, and written tests, each of you will have the opportunity to try a variety of occupations from the television industry: program planner, script writer, program director, camera technician, sound technician, talk show host, talk show guest, and news anchor, just to name a few."

Blah, blah, blah. Mr. Magnusson was an excellent speaker but the course outline just wasn't that interesting -- not at the level of detail he was presenting. Of course, just like on real television, we'd need to be naked anytime we were on-camera, and that's why he needed to be naked as well. It seemed to me, though, that anyone so fastidious about his appearance probably liked to show it off.

Then again, for most of the class, appearing naked on-camera would be no big deal. More than half of them were naked already! I wondered how many put up with being naked in the hope they could be on television, and how many chose to be naked for other reasons and felt broadcasting was an outlet.

Crystal arrived almost exactly five minutes into the class. Mr. Magnusson immediately noticed her pompom uniform, and after a sweep of the classroom, apologized for the lack of a seat. Three nerdy guys in the front row made a big deal of squishing together but at Mr. Magnusson's suggestion, Crystal demurely took a seat on the talk show set.

As with most classes, the first day was an easy one. After Mr. Magnusson finished reviewing the course outline, he told each of us to come on stage and try reading from the teleprompter. This was harder than you might think, but I suspect Mr. Magnusson was actually running a chicken test. Anyone wearing clothes had to take them off.

Crystal, of course, left for the auditorium five minutes before the bell. When the bell actually rang, Vivian headed for College English and Nadia went to Math. I took the opportunity for a quick call to Ben, and then I set out for English.

Perhaps it was my imagination, but the hallway scene seemed to be getting crazier with each passing period. Mostly it was small things like blouses not buttoned, jeans not zipped, and skirts not fastened. But I passed several students who'd discarded their tops, bottoms, or both, and were cruising around in their underwear.

In English, strangely enough, everyone but me was normally and completely dressed. Feeling caught once more with no support system, I searched desperately for a familiar face. My reward was Sandra Samuels, a girl I'd known from English class the previous year.

"Hi, Sandra," I greeted her. "Did you have a good summer?" She was dressed very conservatively, in a knee-length skirt, a matching vest, and expensive-looking blouse and shoes. Suddenly I felt more conspicuous and out-of-place than ever.

"Yeah, pretty much. Worked, hung out, took a family vacation to visit relatives. Hey, I saw you on the news yesterday. I like the new look. Especially in person."

"Yeah, well, the whole thing was a mix-up," I explained, relaxing only a little. "I'm not really comfortable like this; it's just that people keep hiding or stealing my clothes."

"Do they take your lunch money, too?" Sandra teased.

"Very funny," I admitted, then the bell rang and a teacher entered the room. Sandra took her seat, and I sat across the aisle from her. This placed me in the furthest aisle from the door, but in the second desk from the front.

Period 3 - English

"Good Morning, students. My name is Roland Kent," the teacher said slowly, trilling the R, spitting out the k and t, and sounding for all the world like Alfred Hitchcock. "It is my pleasure to be your instructor this term." He had a way of raising his voice, raising his eyebrows, and slowing his enunciation at the end of each sentence. "The primary objectives this year will be enlargement of vocabulary, increased mastery of grammar and composition, and further appreciation of the written word."

On and on he dragged for about five minutes, then Crystal entered the room and looked around before heading toward the back row. When she spotted me sitting next to Sandra, she threw me a dirty look but said nothing.

"Are you Crystal Clearey?" Mr. Kent asked dryly. "And may I assume, based on your attire, that you are in the pom... pom... squad?" He seemed to have trouble speaking the word pom, as if it weren't a real word and had no business leaving his lips.

"Yes and yes, sir," she replied.

"Very well. Please try not to distract the class any further," Kent told her, and then he resumed droning through the course outline, the books we'd have to read, and the essays we'd have to write.

Sandra did her best to pay attention, as did I, but we kept stealing glances at each other. It got embarrassing after a while, but it wasn't as if anything else interesting was going on. And I was sure I could hear Crystal coughing, clearing her throat, wiggling in her seat, and otherwise registering protest.

With fifteen minutes left in the period, Mr. Kent told everyone to write a paragraph about anything we wanted, and then turn it in when the bell rang. I scratched out four or five sentences about working at Game Gear and Garb, then hit Submit just as the bell rang.

"So Adam, I hope we can still be friends," Sandra encouraged me.

"I'm sure we can," I replied. "In fact, do you have a minute to talk right now?"

"Sure, if you can come along to my locker," Sandra replied.

Crystal, who was hovering nearby, suddenly interrupted, "Adam, do you have lunch now?" she asked impatiently.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I'll save a seat for you. OK?"

"I was hoping to find Dan and Ben," I explained.

"OK, I'll look for them," Crystal replied. Then, after hesitating a moment, she streaked toward the cafeteria. I don't think she liked my being with Sandra.

When we got to her locker, Sandra took off her vest and hung it inside. Then, she began unbuttoning her skirt.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Oh, it's this stupid dress code, or lack thereof. Or maybe it's me. I spent a ton of money on this outfit and it's just not working. I might as well be wearing a jellaba robe for all the attention I'm getting. Here, hold this a minute, would you?" And with that, she handed me her skirt. Under it, she'd been wearing a burgundy half slip and matching panties. I found out about the panties when she reached inside the slip and somehow dropped them to the floor.

"What do you think about the blouse?" she asked.

"It's nice," I replied.

"No, I mean, should I leave it on?"

"Maybe just unbutton it," I suggested. That's when I learned she was wearing a lacy bra that matched the half slip.

"Thanks for helping," Sandra said. "Now, can I ask you a really big favor?"

"What's that?"

"Would you stain my slip?"

"You mean, would I cum on it?"

"Yeah. It seems to be part of the look. Look, I'm sorry if this is too much."

"Uh, no, it's OK, but uh, you want me to do it right here in the hall?"

"Why not? I've seen plenty of other stuff happening in the hall. Can I do it or do you want to?"

"Either way," I replied, not sure of her meaning. But then she grabbed my cock, aimed it as her slip, and began fondling. A freshmen couple stopped to watch.

"Not there, here," I instructed her, gently moving her hand. "And move in and out, not just tighter and looser. Oooh, yeah; that's it. That's it. Keep that up. Get ready..."

And then, of course, I spewed cum all over her slip. Oh baby, did I spew! I spewed and spewed and spewed! I guess that's what Sandra wanted, though, because she was doing the aiming. She even used her blouse to wipe me off when I'd finished.

"Thanks, Adam. I really appreciate that," she said at last. The freshmen were unzipping.

"No problem," I replied. "Now can I ask you for a favor?"

"Shoot," she replied.

"I want to play a prank on someone, and I'm hoping you can help. Are you still working at that cosmetologist's?"

"Yeah, Eisenblush Salon. Why?"

I told her just as the freshman guy was getting hard and the girl was figuring out where she wanted it.

"Gosh, Adam, I don't know. That's pretty serious. Who is it?"

"Nadia Blosser. Do you know her?"

"The most scheming, conniving manipulator in the state? Yeah, I know her. What'd she talk you into? Or out of?"

"Well, she threw me together with Vivian Vivichelli for four days. Then she and Vivian worked a scam that kept me naked the whole time. She talked me into these earrings. Shall I go on?"

"No, but remind me to thank her for getting you naked. And I think the earrings add a nice touch. I really like the way you look now, Adam. But yes, I'll help you out. The salon gives me 50% discount coupons for rounding up new customers, and if Nadia needs a treatment, I'm sure I can get her to take one. I'll call you when she makes an appointment."

"Tomorrow afternoon would be good," I suggested.

"I'll do my best," Sandra promised. "In the meantime, thanks for the favor and don't be afraid to call, OK?

The cum was dripping off the hem of Sandra's slip by then, but she unabashedly closed her locker and headed down the hall to class. The freshman girl was putting on her now cum-soaked jeans, and it didn't seem like the guy was bothering to zip up. As for me, I headed quickly to the nearest washroom.

Let me tell you some more about being permanently erect. For protection of sisters everywhere, Mother Nature arranged the male plumbing system so pissing and cuming are mutually exclusive. When you're soft, you can piss but you can't cum. When you're erect, you can cum but not piss. Which, if you're erect all the time, presents a definite problem.

Fortunately, during the last few days I'd discovered that after sex I usually softened up just enough to pee. The window of opportunity was only a few minutes, but it was there and I hoped to take it.

Thanks again to the Equal Access To Facilities Act, the previously separate washrooms for girls and boys had been combined into one large room. The doors were marked simply Lavatory and Out. Inside were clusters of toilets, urinals, squat holes, bidets, and hand showers, all separated by partitions too short to serve any real purpose. The room was crowded but all things considered, not that many sex acts were in progress. Most kids were just doing their business.

It was pretty strange just walking up to a urinal without opening my fly, and even stranger doing it with girls walking around. I really did need to pee, though, so I just closed my eyes and tried to relax. Nope, nothin' doin'. I also tried thinking about the least sexual things I could imagine: math problems, rotting garbage, poison ivy, stuff like that. Nothing worked and time was passing. That's when I devised Plan B.

You know the effect chilly water has on male genitalia, right? Up at the lake, whenever I was in the water, I'd been able to piss fairly easily. So that was Plan B; find a hand shower, set the water temperature on cold, and practically freeze my balls off. It was painful but it worked.

The next person in line for the shower was a girl holding some panties and a pair of shorts. She gave me a dirty look but I just hosed down the area, turned off the water, apologized, and handed her the wand. The shower wand. Then she smiled, told me she liked the way I looked, and rattled off her number.

Of course, there were no towels. I mean duh, where you have showers, you need towels, right? But this, apparently, was too much for someone to anticipate. So instead I made a fool of myself jumping up and down and shaking my legs for a minute. The girl from the shower threw me another smile and I briefly considered hanging around to watch her dry. But instead, still slightly wet, I headed for the lunchroom.

Lunch

Shooting the cafeteria line revealed another master stroke of planning; the tray guide and my erect dick were exactly the same height. So if I wasn't bumping the tray guide, I was bumping the tray itself, or ending up over it. A couple of the cafeteria ladies seemed to get quite a giggle out of it, although several others seemed offended. I was sorry if I grossed 'em out but it wasn't my idea and anyway, they needed to get used to it. What did they expect, working somewhere with no dress code?

After paying for my so-called food, I scanned the room looking for Crystal or anyone else I knew. It wasn't tough; after just a few seconds, Crystal stood up and started jumping around like one of her pompom routines. If the pompom streamers hadn't got my attention, her flying tits certainly would've. All in all, the effect was rather amazing.

True to her word, Crystal had commandeered Ben and Dan, plus Teah, Nadia, Vivian, and a couple more people I wasn't sure I recognized. Fortunately, she'd also seized one of the larger lunch tables.

As I worked my way across the room, I got the usual assortment of taunts, tweaks, teases, and touches, just like in the hallway. I vowed to kill whoever had stolen my clothes, or at least instill serious regret.

Seated on one side of the table were Dan and Teah, Nadia and Ben. Dan and Teah were discussing some stains on Teah's skirt and Ben, still wearing his skirt (excuse me, his kilt) was making a good show of trying to fix Nadia's PDA. The PDA was in some kind of loop announcing, "You have two thousand voice mail messages. You have two thousand one hundred voice mail messages. You have ..." Even worse, most of them were for things Nadia didn't even need, like carpet cleaning, aluminum siding, refrigerator dishes, and lingerie demonstrations.

Crystal and Vivian had left me a place between them on the other side of the table, but both of them were engrossed in conversation with guys I hadn't met before. Vivian was talking to a naked guy I thought was on the football team, and feeling him up pretty good. Crystal's guy was wearing ordinary clothes, except that she'd unbuttoned his shirt and stuck her hand inside his fly. Of course, I didn't want anything to do with them, anyway. Not Crystal, not Vivian, and certainly not the guys.

For a few minutes I ate in silence, watching Ben put on his gosh-this-is-just-too-complicated act. Then Teah went into her innocent but embarrassing question mode.

"So, Adam, have you decided to stay naked, after all?"

"No. Somebody stole my clothes during swim workouts this morning," I explained yet again. Briefly, I considered making a sign and hanging it from my neck.

"Oh, that's too bad," Teah empathized. "I bet you're getting a lot of compliments, though. That look really suits you."

"A suit would be good right now. Any kind of suit: swimming, business, you name it. I'd much rather be wearing clothes."

"What about your... um... well, what about up front, there? Wouldn't that be uncomfortable with pants on?"

"Guys get lots of erections inside their pants. You make an adjustment; you move on. What about you? Keeping clean?"

"Not at all. Well, I'm not stinky or anything, but Dan did me twice this morning, and then in biology I spilled potting soil on myself, and then in the washroom shower I got my dress wet. This is so liberating!"

Crystal and Vivian were still making small talk and feeling up their respective partners, or boyfriends, or whatever they were. From time to time, one of their hips, or thighs, or arms, or shoulders would bump and rub against me. I suppose they were staging an act for my benefit. Then, suddenly, Crystal's guy arched his back, got red in the face, and started shaking. Twenty seconds later, he was looking down at himself and Crystal was licking her fingers.

"What am I going to do about these pants?" he wondered aloud.

At that point, Nadia set down her PDA and got involved. "My advice is to either chuck 'em or keep wearing 'em just as they are," she said. "Think of 'em as a trophy. You just made it with a pompom girl. Yee haw. Tell you what, though: I'd get rid of those underpants and leave the fly open. Who knows? You might get another visitor."

"What if I pop out and get stuck on my zipper?" he objected.

"Cut it off. No, man, I mean cut off the zipper. Look, I have a scissors in my purse. What's your name?"

"Owen Barnes."

"OK, Owen, come over here and hold still."

Crystal guided Owen over to Nadia, who knelt in front of him. First, she opened his belt, opened his zipper, and cut his underwear off. Then, she fastened his belt and cut off his zipper. Finally, she pulled out his package as far as it would go and gave him a quick public trim. Poor Owen couldn't believe what was happening, but Nadia kept telling him how hot he was going to look. He could've walked away any time, but didn't. Finally, Nadia gave him a squeeze on the cock, a slap on the butt, and instructions to go get 'em. He disappeared.

Crystal then turned her attention to me. "So, Adam, did you finish your business with that chick in the frumpy suit?"

"Yeah, it only took a minute," I relied casually. "I just knew her a little bit from last year."

"Then what took you so long?"

"I went to the boys' room, the washroom, the lavatory, whatever. It's hard, you know."

"We all know that."

"No, I mean, it's hard to pee. With being erect, you know."

"You peed OK up at the lake," Vivian interjected. By this time, her guy had cum and gone as well. She was wiping her hand with a napkin.

"The chilly water made me shrivel up enough," I explained, thinking this was a lousy topic for the lunch table. "That's what I ended up doing just now; using cold water from the hand shower."

"I am sooo glad they put in those hand showers," Teah threw in. Everyone paused and stared at her a second.

"Well, look Yonson, you wanna be careful who you hang around with, you know? Not everyone sees things the way we do," Vivian warned.

"I'm sure I'll be just as selective as you are," I replied. "Who was that guy, anyway?"

"Oh, him? That was Jerome LeBlanc. He's a wide receiver or somethin' on the football team. I knew him a little bit from last year."

"I bet he gets around a lot," I observed.

"Don't we all, Yonson? Don't we all. Well, the period is almost over. Whadya got next?"

"U.S. History," I replied.

"Hey, me too," Vivian remarked. "What an amazing coincidence. I'll walk you. You gotta pee again yet?"

"Uh, no. Does that concern you?"

"No, just checking. You gonna bus that tray or what?"

Yeah, I bussed it, and Vivian's as well. Nadia was off to English, and Crystal to Art. I hoped none of them, except Nadia, were in a class with Sandra.

Period 4 – U.S. History

As you might suspect, U.S. History was a pretty normal class. The room had a typical arrangement with a teacher's desk up front and student chairs arranged in a grid. The teacher was a Mr. Laitle who wore a suit that could have been brand new or fifty years old. It was that nondescript.

Erin and Katie, whose clothes I'd stained in Gym, took a couple of first-row seats. Katie was still wearing her stained blouse and slip. Erin was in her stained blouse but the miniscule pair of thong panties were long gone. In their place, she was wearing a stained pair of boys' Hawaiian print boxer shorts.

Vivian took a seat in the middle of the window aisle. I considered taking my usual seat in the rear, but instead took the next seat behind her. The bell rang just as we sat down, and Mr. Laitle started the typical first-day-of-class spiel: name, textbook, course syllabus, yada, yada, yada. More old news.

The thing that occupied my attention, however, was pissing. Pissing was getting to be, well, a pisser. Jerking off to take a piss wasn't an option, not with toilet stalls only three feet high. And even if I were willing to put up with the rude looks, pissing in the hand shower was too cold and too time-consuming.

When Nurse Klaus discovered the confusion that let to my permanent erection, he'd said that with a few days practice, I could figure out how to kill the erection for a minute or two. So that's basically how I passed most of history period. I made mental lists of my biggest turn-offs. I flexed and relaxed all sorts of muscles I don't usually think about. I meditated; I contemplated; I cogitated; I deliberated. I imagined myself hooked to a biofeedback machine and watching the needles. I imagined myself having sex again lost with Vivian on the beach. And to my chagrin, the effect of that last one was exactly the opposite of what I wanted.

The last third of the period was more interesting; Mr. Laitle asked the class what forces had caused the sudden and recent wave of open expression and hedonism in most Western societies. Several students cited the famous Central University cheerleaders, but Mr. Laitle suggested those events were actually part of a larger trend. As evidence he cited the rock singer Wholly Virgin and her year of nakedness, the use of naked bathroom and shower scenes to promote body care products, and the President's admission that for the first family, swim suits were an oxymoron. Mr. Laitle also had statistics showing a small but undeniable rise in the popularity of clothing-optional beaches and resorts around that time. He seemed to feel that although the CU cheerleaders may have staged the signature event, the true cause of the movement ran deeper.

All of which was well and good, but I'd have been happier if taking a piss could once again be a simple act and not a major production.

Vivian and I rose as one when the bell rang. Spooky. Her next class was Law and mine was Math, which are about as far apart as they come. For some reason I wished her a good day, then she was off running. As soon as she was out of sight, I looked around for eavesdroppers and then called Ben.

"Yeah man, what's up?" he answered.

"Can anyone overhear us?" I asked.

"Not from this end," Ben replied. "I'm triple encrypted, and I'm in the back corner of the computer lab. No echoes, no one else around."

"Great job on Nadia's PDA," I began. "How long can you keep this up?"

"It's all running on one of my systems at home," he replied. "It'll run three or four weeks before it starts repeating. What? You don't think she's had enough, yet?"

"Just keep it up for now, OK? And don't tell anyone else. Not even those girlfriends of yours."

"You really don't trust them, do you? Wasn't it Ginger who actually came clean with you?"

"Yeah, but that whole group still has something going on. Ginger is Nadia, Vivian, and Teah's cousin, you know. They've got someone watching me in every class. Could Nadia have done that? She works in the office, you know."

"Let me see... Yeah, she has authority to make schedule changes. They probably had her typing them in over the summer."

"Can you check to see if she rearranged my schedule, or Crystal's, or Vivian's, or her own?"

"Yeah, but not right now. Anything else?"

"Yeah. If Nadia did rig my schedule, get back at her, OK? Not Crystal or Vivian, though. You still wearing that skirt they talked you into?"

"I'm wearing it as a kilt, Adam. Think kilt. And like I said, I left my clothes at Lavi's house, then we went to Ginger's house, then this morning I had nothing to wear, and this is the only thing Ginger could find that fit me. Her dad is much bigger than I, and her brother is in like third grade or something. There's nothing fishy going on. Look, I gotta go. Call me tonight or something."

I was running late too, so I disconnected and hurried off to Math class.

Period 5 - Math

Same ol', same ol'. I found a seat in the back row of the math classroom and the teacher, Ms. Newton, announced her name, her contact information, and the course outline. She was a thin, pleasant woman, probably in her early 30's, wearing a satin blue blouse and a straight black skirt. She wasn't bad for a Math teacher but you don't get 'em looking like runway models.

Ethan and Paul Aquino, one of Ethan's partners in the 400-meter relay, cruised in right behind Ms. Newton. Both of them were naked and both had girls following them They sat together in the front row, and this seemed to shock Ms. Newton for a moment.

It was unsettling to sit in the back of the room and watch reactions. Some of the girls in class were interested or amused by Ethan and Paul's naked entrance, but others were shocked, offended, or embarrassed. The boys showed a mix of reactions as well. I wondered what kind of reactions followed me though the day.

Crystal and her pompom friend Kristin showed up five minutes into the period and took the two seats to my left. Crystal was careful to take the seat next to me, then she threw me a smile and a wink that I tried to ignore.

For the next forty minutes I concentrated mostly on pissing exercises. It helped to be in math class, which I found even more boring than history. Once or twice I thought I had it, too, although I stopped short of making a puddle there in class. One thing for sure: I kept Crystal's attention. The occasional slight droop in my otherwise constant erection seemed to fascinate her.

Ms. Newton dismissed the class a few minutes early, and Crystal pulled me aside to talk.

"Are you OK, Adam? I saw you drooping, there. It's not supposed to do that, is it?"

"Are you the expert now?" I countered, but this seemed to hurt Crystal more than I intended. "Look, sorry, this is all new for me. It's not like I wanted it. Well, sure, I wanted my dick, but not hard like this all the time and, well, you know. Anyway, I was trying to make it go down for a minute or two. I need to learn that so I can take a pee without making a major production of it. Do you mind?"

"Well, I gotta tell you Adam, I like the way you look. At first it was kind of intimidating but now, well, that's quite a package you've got there. I like the rest of you too; the abs, the butt, the legs, the chest, the shoulders. I like your face, too. As to your little exercises there, well, I know lots of girls who do Kegel exercises during class. It tones up the pussy muscles. Do you need to take a pee now? 'Cause I do. We could walk together."

"Uh, OK, but leave me alone in the washroom, OK?"

"What, do I make you nervous?"

"Something like that. I just need to focus my thoughts; that's all."

So off we went, not hand in hand, but together into the washroom. Crystal found a toilet near the left side of the room, and I took a urinal along the wall at the right. Slowly I relaxed, and then I repeated the stream of thought that seemed to work during math class. Then, as I switched my attention to a quadratic equation Ms. Newton had discussed, I blissfully sensed the familiar relaxation and flow of piss. I dared not open my eyes or look down, but I could hear it striking the urinal. Once the flow stopped I shook myself off and resumed my now-normal, fully-erect state.

Moments later, washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and spotted Crystal approaching me from the rear.

"Everything come out OK?" she asked casually, slapping me softly on the butt.

"Yea, no problem," I replied. "It's weird, though. Some things, you figure you're good for life and you'll never need to relearn them. Then something like this comes along."

"Well, let me know if you need anything," she replied, touching my shoulder with one hand and my side with the other.

"Like that guy Nadia talked out of his zipper?" I asked.

"He got what he needed," Crystal explained. "What's your next class?"

"Spanish."

"Well, I got Fashion. Don't be a stranger, eh?"

"Fashion? What are you going to do with Fashion?"

"OK, I don't wear clothes, but I'm not against making money off 'em. I do alterations, for example."

"Like zippers?"

"No, mostly prom and wedding dresses. Hey, I'm gonna be late. Call me, huh? Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Is that a threat?" I asked, unable to restrain the thought.

"No," Crystal replied blankly, then she was off. Actually, she had a pretty good set of shoulders with butt to match. The devil in disguise, I suspected.

Since I had a minute, I tried calling Dan.

"Adam, what's up?" he answered on the first ring.

"Has Vivian talked to you about picking up the stuff she left in your garage?"

"No, but I think she's planning to pick it up today. Why?"

"I need to pick up my stuff too, but I don't want to run into her by accident. If she shows up, will you call me when she leaves?"

"Sure," Dan agreed, then we cut the connection.

Period 6 – Spanish

Spanish class was more interesting that I'd expected, mainly because Olivia and her friends, Rita and Serena, were there. Rita had discarded her blouse, revealing a great set of abs and a sexy black bra. Olivia, having arrived at school naked, was still so. Serena was fully dressed. I'd already taken my usual spot in the back row when the three of them came in and sat near the front corner.

Owen Barnes was in the same class, and sat next to Rita. When he sat down, his zipperless fly had no chance of concealing his dick and balls. It seemed a bit cruel and comical to me, but I have to admit it seemed interesting to Rita.

I was ready to move near Olivia when Nadia came in and took the seat next to me. Her PDA was still receiving non-stop messages, but at least she'd managed to silence all the beeps and announcements.

Rita, who'd noticed me earlier, whispered something to Olivia. Olivia then twisted around to look at me, and it was quite a sight. She was one flexible chick, that's for sure. Olivia gave me a smile and a wave, and Nadia tried to compete by wiggling in her seat.

"Buenos tardes," began Señor Callaghan, the Spanish teacher. Honestly, that was his name: Esteban Callaghan. "Buenos tardes," means, "Good afternoon," or so he claimed.

Fortunately, Callaghan finished the rest of his introduction in English. It was a pretty normal class outline, with midterms, finals, and chapter tests in between. During the semester. each of us would need to demonstrate everyday conversation and give a three-minute speech.

Halfway through the class I was paying only half attention, devoting a quarter each to Olivia and my new pissing exercises. But then Nadia got my attention by reaching in her purse, taking out a bottle of relaxants, and popping one in her mouth. I was sure they were the same kind of pills Nurse Klaus had given me to help with of my constant erections! So why would Nadia be taking them? And was that the reason she, out of all the girls at Bald Mountain, was one of the few to carry a purse?

I mean, at one time, I guess all girls carried purses. They kept their hair brushes, their mirrors, their makeup, their money, their ID cards, their credit cards, and all kinds of spooky stuff in a purse. But now, everyone got permanent-press hair styles, where you just shook your head a few times and everything fell into place. Nobody wore soft makeup anymore; girls got 30, 60, or 90 day makeup applied at places like Eisenblush Salon, where Sandra worked. And nobody used paper money, coins, credit cards, or paper IDs anymore; everyone used digital certificates stored and secured in their PDA. And a PDA was something you wore on your wrist.

So why did Nadia carry a purse with relaxants in it? And scissors? And what else?

It bugged me the whole rest of the period. Señor Callaghan was starting to present some vocabulary and grammar, but I had an awful time paying attention. Hopefully, I thought, I'd catch up by doing the homework.

Nadia must have known something was bothering me, because when the bell ran she asked me what was up.

"Was that a relaxant pill you took during class?"

"Yeah, I know the rule is no pills in class, but I was feeling tense and Callaghan's back was turned. You want one?"

"Those pills help you relax mentally?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"Well, yeah, you kind of mellow out and drop your inhibitions a little bit. But you take 'em too, right? Why are you asking me?"

It was another clear case of medical confusion. When Nurse Klaus prescribed the relaxants for me, I thought they were supposed to relax me physically. I thought they were suppose to relax my constant erection. But instead they relaxed me mentally! Made me less inhibited! More gullible! This explained a lot!

"Nadia, you never slipped me one of those, did you?"

"No, I wouldn't do that, Adam. I mean, when I was carrying your bottle for you, and you asked for one, I gave it to you, but that was the only time. Are you sure you don't want one?"

It was tempting, but I declined. It felt good to be angry at Nadia, and I sure didn't want her giving me a pill to calm down. Which is probably what she'd done on other occasions, even if I couldn't prove it.

Then suddenly I felt much better. There, sticking out of Nadia's purse, was a half-price coupon from Eisenblush Salon. I wished her a nice day, she thanked me, and we each went about our business.

After School

The day seemed long already but for me, of course, there was still the athletic teams meeting at three-fifteen. Spanish class wasn't far from the gym so I took my time walking. I even took time for a non-emergency but fairly successful piss.

Mr. Edwards, the gymnastics coach, was greeting everyone as they arrived. Those with clothes he directed to the south end, where they were supposed to undress and leave their clothes in a pile. There seemed to be about 50 piles of clothes so far, with maybe 60 kids hanging around the north end. A few kids seemed freaked out by undressing with the opposite sex around, and a few more by undressing in such an open place. But everyone ended up naked, so what difference did it really make?

With a few minutes to kill, I filtered my messages and then opened the Opportunities folder I'd started that morning. Mostly, they wanted Vivian and me to appear in ads and commercials featuring some product or another. Most of them seemed pretty hokey, like fast-food joints and nail salons. A few, however, seemed to have real possibilities. One was from Game Gear and Garb, the sporting goods store where I worked, and one was a well-written message from someplace called Bushie's Off-Road Shop. I actually called that one, but Otto Bushman, the owner, was out.

At three-fifteen a few kids were still undressing but Mr. Kirkhoff, the football coach, picked up the mike and started the meeting anyway. By rule, he needed to be as naked as the rest of us, but in his case I wish they'd made an exception.

First he made sure everyone was naked and seated. Olivia had found me by then, so we sat together a few rows up from the gym floor. Some guys from track sat on my other side, and the girl's soccer team in front of us. Most of the football team sat on our right, with cheerleaders and pompom girls in the first row. The band was way off to the side.

"All right, everyone, I'll try to keep this brief," Mr. Kirkoff began. "First, the conference has gone and done it; all athletic events will be naked this year. That includes games, practices, pep rallies, meetings like this, everything. It includes players, trainers, coaches, everybody connected with the team. Like it or not, that's the way things are. If you ever watch sports on television, you've probably seen this coming.

"The conference is still going over rules changes and equipment. In some sports, like volleyball, they're going to a softer playing surface, maybe even sand. In tennis, you're probably going to see grass courts rather than asphalt.

"In other sports, like basketball, you're going to see knee pads, elbow pads, and more rules on contact. Obviously, they want to minimize floor burns.

"In baseball, they'll probably disallow spikes and sliding. If you do slide, not only will you mess yourself up, it'll be an automatic out. They're still looking at catcher's equipment."

"What about football?" someone asked.

"That's a tough one. There are proposals for keeping it basically the same, proposals for turning it into totally naked touch football, and proposals halfway between."

"Hockey?" came the question.

"Even tougher. If you keep the ice and keep the skates, I don't see how you can play naked. You might see something like indoor field hockey, but that would make it a different sport."

"Wrestling?"

"Beats me. You guys don't wear much anyway, but going without a cup would be brutal. We're still waiting for a ruling on that. Anything else? Track, ping pong, gymnastics, cycling: nothing but shoes and maybe a hat. Swimming, just plain nothing. If any of you girls are gonna have trouble with tits flopping around, see your doctor, get 'em firmed up or reduced.

"OK, eligibility. To compete this year, you gotta have a 1.7 grade-point average and not be failing anything. That's a C minus, and that shouldn't stop anybody. If you can't get a C minus or you think you might be failing something, talk to your coach, talk to me, or talk to your counselor. We can get you a tutor or put you in a different class.

"Also, you heard Ms. Halloway talk about participation points in assembly. You have to be up to date on participation points in order to compete. For most of you that ought to be pretty easy, because every game or match will get you points. But don't get behind or you'll find yourself a spectator. Anything else?"

"Can we wear our letter jackets?"

"We're waiting for a ruling on that. If wearing your letter is an athletic activity, then no, you can't wear it. Seems like Catch 22. If they disallow letter jackets, we'll figure out some arm bands or special rings or dog tags or something. Anything else?"

There wasn't, so Mr. Kirkoff ended the meeting. Most of those who'd arrived in clothes wandered over to get dressed, and the gym slowly emptied.

"Are you going straight home? I could use a ride," Olivia suggested.

"I already told Ms. Sprite I was going to do some weights," I replied. "I think she's waiting for me."

"OK then, see you tomorrow morning," Olivia said, and then she left to find her friends.

As I expected, Ms. Sprite was in her office. And much to my relief, she had both hands on the keyboard.

"Is it still OK if I use the weight room?" I asked.

"Sure, but only until five o'clock. That's when I'm going home. And make sure someone's with you. I think one girl's there now, waiting, but if it's only you two, you leave when she does. Got it?"

I said that I did, and then headed for the weight room. I wasn't sure who to expect, but it sure wasn't Vivian.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I just thought I should work out," Vivian replied. "I didn't know you were going to be here. I was just waiting for anyone to come."

"Why? Aren't those muscles from your injection? Because if they are, you really can't build them up much more. The injection kind of locks things in."

Vivian looked frightened as she turned to me and thought about what to say. It was weird, because I'd never seen her like that. She was always taunting and aggressive.

"My injection is starting to wear off, Yonson. You probably can't see it yet, but I can tell. And I don't want to be like I was."

"Can't you get your injection renewed?"

"My aunt lost her medical insurance, and she can't afford to pay for an injection outright. Neither can I. So it's this or going back like I was."

"How was that?"

"I use to be fat, Yonson, really fat. In first and second grade, I was the fattest kid in the class and everyone teased me about it. Then during third grade I lived with an uncle who had insurance, and I got injected. Somehow I always managed to get another injection every six months but this time there doesn't seem to be any way."

"Maybe that was baby fat, and it won't come back."

Vivian was really upset now. "I don't know why I'm tellin' you this, Yonson, but I'm naturally a very fat person. I eat a grape, my body wants to turn it into fat. The injections keep that from happenin'. And on top of that, Yonson, I fight my own battles. Sometimes that takes muscle, and that's why I end up lookin' like a freak body builder. I've tried it with less and had some close calls. I gotta be able to defend myself or better yet, keep people from startin' on me."

"Can't your aunt get insurance from the state or something?"

"That ran out too, Yonson. She's been out of work a long time. There's not much call for her specialty anymore."

"What does she do?"

"She a stripper, an exotic dancer, whatever you want to call it. But who goes to strip clubs anymore? You can see just as much or more at the mall or a city park. And believe me, she doesn't have the body for it any more. Not since she went off the injections."

Honestly, I didn't know what to do or say. I lined up a set of weights for Vivian, giving her about half of what I was lifting, and we both went through my routine together. She seemed to be having an easy time of it, so I gave her a little more weight before the second and third programs.

After the third program Vivian helped me put the weights away, then suddenly turned and gave me a hug. We were both a little sweaty, which revealed our scents and made our bodies glide against each other. She hugged and rocked a little while longer, then I hugged back and kissed her neck.

Suddenly I felt her hand on my shoulders, my sides, my hips, my butt. She continued rocking against me, and I against her. I explored her body: the ribs, the small of her back, her firm butt, her hard breasts, her jutting nipples.

Slowly and deliberately she steered our joined bodies near a weight bench, then pulled me on top of her. She seemed to savor my weight for a while, then rocked her hips as a signal of readiness. I dropped my feet to the floor and straddled her for a moment. Her eyes were closed and she was reaching for me. Carefully, ever so carefully I entered her.

Slowly I worked my cock in circles within her, as if to stretch the opening wider. It worked, and soon I was penetrating deeper and deeper as well. It was like having my cock in the grasp of some heavenly creature, and surrounded by the mystic fluid of life itself. Then I felt my abs against Vivian and knew I was all the way in.

Despite my expectations, the first pulse was a shock. It was a shot of ecstasy and a loss of physical awareness, all at once. Then came the second, even stronger. I could feel my balls and my prostate tucked in as tight as they would go. Exquisitely the third pulse traveled from behind my balls into the base of my cock, down the shaft, and out the head. I was sure I sensed every drop. Then came the fourth pulse, the fifth, and too many to count. I began to feel my cock surrounded not only with Vivian's juices, but my own as well. Then I felt it on my abs, my thighs, even my calves.

Sooner than I wished, the orgasm was finished. My cock, of course, stayed rock hard, and Vivian remained unsatisfied. Tenderly, therefore, I leaned forward and began grinding her mons. Once her prominence was against me, I began firmly rolling, catching her clit buried deep within the juicy lips. Her breathing quickened and she began moaning, confirming I'd found the right spot. Then she screamed. There were no words, just shouts, but her arched back and trembling hips told me they were shouts of rapture, not of pain or panic. Then finally she pulled me back onto her and was silent.

For several moments we hugged, then I stood, withdrew, and permitted her a full breath of air.

"Yonson, is this really what you guys do down here after school?" she asked.

"Only on special occasions," I replied. "You OK?"

"Yeah, for the moment, I am. Thanks, Yonson. You OK too?"

"I'm fine."

"Uh, they got a shower down here, right? I think we could both kinda use one."

I agreed, and led Vivian to the athletic locker room. We showered side by side, not together, and then we then dried ourselves with towels from the stack.

"You need a ride home?" I asked.

"I hate to show you where I live," she replied.

"It's all right. Let me tell Ms. Sprite we're leaving."

Vivian waited in the hall while I headed toward the coaching offices. Ms. Sprite was working herself up again, this time not even pretending to use her computer station. I waved, she waved, and that was that.

Vivian was beyond my sight, apparently still waiting in the hall. This gave me a moment of privacy, so I ducked into an empty office and called Nurse Nystrom, the school nurse. As I feared, she was gone for the day, but I left her a message for the morning.

Neither of us said much as I took Vivian home. I, for one, had bigger problems with my erection. Driving straight was no problem, but then I'd turn and whack myself or get caught in the steering wheel. Vivian, of course, seemed to think that was great fun.

Vivian lived in an old but serviceable apartment complex in one of the cheaper neighborhoods not far from the school. Vivian didn't ask me in and I didn't press the issue. We said we'd see each other the next day.

It was getting late so I drove just a few blocks before stopping in a parking lot and calling Dr. Polk's office. First I talked to Holly Dooley, the receptionist and records clerk, and then with Nurse Klaus. The result wasn't entirely satisfactory, but it was progress.

I was halfway home when Mom called from her real estate office. Apparently, she'd worked late to close a sale and didn't have time to fix dinner. Instead, she wanted us all to meet at Fiedbaggs, a local restaurant, in twenty minutes. And that, in turn, meant I didn't have time to go home and get dressed. Great.

I almost stopped to get some clothes at Game Gear and Garb, where I work, but then I got a return call from Nurse Klaus. He had more of the information we'd talked about, and suggested some Web sites to check. Things were looking up.

By then it was 5:25, and I was supposed to meet my mom at 5:30. So off to Fiedbaggs I went, presuming that dress code wouldn't be an issue.

It wasn't. Fiedbaggs was an open bistro at the mall -- kind of like sitting outside except you were inside -- and a sign on the hostess podium stated, "No shirt, no shoes, no pants, no problem." I told the hostess I was looking for the Jonson family and she, after remarking that she liked the way I looked, led me to the table.

My mom, having come straight from the real estate office, was of course naked. Even though most people still wore clothes, they seemed to get a kick out of naked salespeople. My mom's home sales had dropped to almost zero before she stripped down, and then they skyrocketed. Lately she'd started going naked to and from work, and around the house as well. I didn't like it but I was starting to think I'd better get used to it.

My dad was naked as well, with his pilot's uniform draped across the back of his chair. Not that wearing the uniform would have made much difference; the top was more like a parachute harness than a shirt and there wasn't any bottom.

The twins were naked too, something they'd started in the last week. I guess most of their twin friends were going naked as well. "Hi, Adam," they greeted me in unison.

"Did you have a good day, Adam?" Mom asked.

"Not too bad," I replied. "Somebody stole my clothes, though."

"I was going to ask about that," said Mom. "How could that happen?"

"I took 'em off for swim workouts, and afterwards they were gone," I explained. The twins giggled.

"Have you been naked all day, then?" Dad asked.

"Well, yeah. Ms. Sprite wouldn't give me a pass to go home and get clothes. Then after school, we had an athletic meeting and then I did weights, then I gave Vivian a ride home, and here I am."

"I guess you must like this girl, Vivian," Mom observed with a wink.

"No, not even close. She's nothing but trouble. I'm trying to get her to leave me alone."

"By doing her favors, like driving her home?" Dad asked.

"She was having a tough time of something and snookered me into it," I explained.

"Did you screw?" asked the twins.

I hesitated, unsure how much to tell a couple of 13-year-olds. Almost immediately, however, the twins were nodding to each other and giggling. "That'll drive 'em away every time," my dad commented.

The conversation probably would have turned awkward at that point, except that the waitress arrived and took our orders. Mom ordered lemon chicken, Dad a rib steak, and the twins a big plate of spaghetti and meatballs. I chose a beef burrito and a couple of tacos.

The twins talked about their day, first in unison and then alternating words. This drew some strange looks from the other customers, and Dad finally told them to cut it out. After that, the two of them alternated subjects. The school had decided to sponsor doubles tennis and doubles handball after school, and the twins were pretty excited about it. Doubles bowling seemed to make less sense but the twins seemed excited about that too.

Conversation slowed when the food came. Mom talked for a while about one of her co-workers getting married, and then Dad and I talked about the baseball standings.

Finally we were done. Mom went home with the twins, and Dad headed to the airport for a late flight. I relished going home to get dressed, but then my PDA announced a call from Dan.

"Yeah, Dan. What's up?" I began.

"You wanted me to call you when Vivian had come and gone," Dan explained.

"Did she pick up her stuff?"

"Yeah, she even gave me that teddy bear she talked about. I have no idea what I'm going to do with it, though."

"You could always give it to Teah."

"Yeah, but Vivian would find out about it, and then both of them would know I gave away a gift. I'll figure something out. So, you coming over? 'Cause I'm going over to Teah's house in a little while."

"OK, I'll be there in ten or fifteen minutes," I promised. So much for going home and getting dressed. On my way out the hostess gave me a wink and a come-on, but I headed straight for the car, got in carefully, and arrived at Dan's house with minutes to spare.

"Hey man, good speed," Dan greeted me.

"Thanks. Is my stuff in the garage?"

"Yeah, but I'm afraid it's wet. That storm on Sunday passed through here, you know, and there was some seepage into the garage. I'm afraid it got to your bag. You can probably just wash your clothes and they'll be OK, though."

So much for getting dressed at Dan's house.

"How's Teah doing?" I asked, since we had a few minutes.

"Oh she's freaky, man. This morning, we met at her locker and she took off her panties right there in the hall. Then she wanted me to stain her skirt. Later, I guess she peed in one of those hand showers rather than a toilet."

"Aren't you turned off by that?"

"Well, yeah, but it's kind of interesting, too. Like, why is she so unusual all of a sudden? And is she going to find any other kinky stuff she likes?"

"It's not so bad, pissing in the shower."

"No, I suppose not. Hey, what about Ben and that skirt he calls a kilt?"

"If you ask me, one of those volleyball girls tricked him into it. Ginger, Vivian, Nadia, and Teah are all cousins, you know."

"Yeah, but that's not what Ben says."

"I know. He says he got separated from his clothes, and wearing a skirt, or a kilt, or whatever is better than going naked. And he claims it's so comfortable for him."

"What's that about, comfortable? How could wearing a skirt be more comfortable that wearing pants or going without? Do you think he's turning gay?"

"If that were true, he wouldn't be frolicking with four girls at once."

"Good point. Are you going to try and get revenge on Nadia and Vivian?"

"Yeah, I've got a couple of things in the works. Don't tell anybody, OK?"

"No chance, bud. You're secret's safe with me. I've been wanting to get back at Nadia for a long time. Hey, I gotta run. Sorry about your clothes, man. But like I say, if you're gonna start wearing 'em again, I think you can just wash 'em up. Are you, by the way?"

"Am I what?"

"Gonna start wearing clothes again."

"Well, yeah. I would've worn clothes today if somebody hadn't stolen 'em. Why? You think I shouldn't?"

"Oh, it's entirely up to you. But naked looks good on you. And if you quit after one day of school, some people are gonna think you're a wuss. You know, for not sticking it out. Uh, no, not that. You know what I mean."

"I'm gonna wear clothes tomorrow, Dan. If it's so great, you go naked."

"Well, like I said, I gotta run. See you tomorrow, hey?"

"Tomorrow," I agreed, and then both of us were off.

When I got home Mom was doing paperwork on the kitchen table and the twins were upstairs, probably doing homework. I went straight downstairs to wash the stuff from Dan's, and did weights until the load was done. Then I put the wash in the dryer and went upstairs to my room. There wasn't much homework, just forty-five minutes or so. I knocked it out and then called Sandra.

"Hi, Adam. What's up?" she answered.

"I take it you had a chance to talk with Nadia."

"Yes, I did, and she took the bait. Her appointment is four o'clock tomorrow."

"Do you have a pattern picked out?"

"Yes. How's this?" Sandra asked, holding up a photo.

I nearly doubled over in laugher. "Perfect," I eventually managed to say. "None of the other operators will give us away, will they?"

"No. I'll clue them in ahead of time. And some of them have grudges too."

"OK, four-thirty, then?"

"Right, four-thirty. Come in the back door and wait for your cue. Will I see you at school tomorrow?"

"Yeah but let's take it easy, OK? Nadia and her friends are practically stalking me. I don't want them to suspect anything."

"Well, tomorrow, then."

"Tomorrow," I agreed, and then we disconnected.

Next I called Ben. "Hey man, it's Adam," I began. "Are you alone?"

"Wait a minute," he cautioned, then I saw the scene change to another room. He closed the door. "All clear," he announced.

"Did you find out if Nadia screwed with my schedule?"

"Yeah, she did: yours and hers and Crystal's."

"What about Vivian?"

"U.S. History and Communications are the only classes you and Vivian have in common, and Nadia didn't reschedule either of those. That chick Vivian, though, she must be some kind of whiz. She's also taking Honors Seminar, College English, Law, and Calculus. Last year she took Senior English, Algebra Trig, Accounting, Economics, Sociology, and Physics."

"OK, you gonna take care of Nadia for that?"

"Already done. What about Crystal and Vivian?"

"I've got 'em covered. Leave 'em alone for now."

"Roger, wilco. Is that all? I'm kinda busy."

"Did any of those volleyball chicks show up today?"

"Yeah, all four. We went shopping earlier this evening and now they're staying over. I told you I was busy. Well look, man, I gotta go. This is gonna take a while."

"Have fun," I advised, then we broke off.

It was getting late but even so, I spent about an hour searching the Web sites Nurse Klaus had given me, taking notes. Eventually, I found what I needed.

The day was almost over. I took a relaxant, set my alarm for six o'clock, then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, pee, and poop. Of course, peeing was the hard part, so to speak. You might call it a case of touch and go. But go I did, and then I fell into bed. I was too tired to mess around with pajamas.

Many thanks to Bill Morgan for proofreading this story.