Any day you wake up knowing from the first moment that you're screwed is going to be a bad day. And yes, in case you're wondering, I woke up pumping cum again. At least I kept my hands clean this time.

Hearing the twins in the bathroom, I knew I had to wait. So first I used the top sheet to wipe myself, and then I changed the linens again. A couple of times, I snagged them on my cock. Erect, erect, erect; all the damn time erect. I could still hear the shower running, so I laid down and stared at the ceiling for a while.

"Adam, may I come in?" asked Mom.

Oh great! I just messed the sheets for the second day in a row, I'm laying there naked, on top the covers, with an erection pointed up like some kind of space missile, and my mom wants to come in and have a chat.

"Sure," I replied. I really felt I should've gotten up and put something on, but what was the point? She sure hadn't bothered. To put anything on, that is.

Quietly she entered the room and sat on a corner of the bed. I hadn't counted on that. I wished again I'd put something on, but it didn't seem to be bothering Mom at all.

"Adam, are you doing all right?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I see you've gone through a lot of sheets lately. Are you having sweats, or throwing up, or anything?"

"No. Uh, look, this is kind of embarrassing, but I've been having trouble with wet dreams."

"Yes, I saw you this morning."

What kind of deal is that? I felt sick. Mom, though, seemed to be taking it matter-of-factly. "Is this something else from your injection?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's what Nurse Nystrom says."

"So if you don't have enough sex, you have a wet dream? "

"Yeah. It happened yesterday in Spanish class," I admitted.

"Oh my, even during the day? Well, look, Adam, if there's anything I can do to help, be sure and let me know. OK?"

"Like what?" I asked with some trepidation. I mean, there I was, pretty well laid out for her. From time to time she was glancing at my dick. I was trying not to look at her breasts but I wasn't always succeeding.

"Well, I'll wash those sheets for you, and maybe get some more. Do you still want a top sheet?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, when I walk by your room at night, you always have your covers kicked off. It's all right. Your father and I don't use top covers any more: not since we turned up the thermostats."

I didn't need to know that.

"Uh, I'm not sure," I replied. I was certainly used to having a top sheet, and would have preferred one, but what was the point if I was going to keep kicking it off?

"Well, I'll see what they've got," said Mom noncommittally. "It sounds like the twins are done in the bathroom. You probably need to go. You can always come to me, you know that, don't you Adam?"

"Yes, Mom."

"OK, I love you," she finished, giving me a pat on the thigh.

"I love you too," I said without any touching, and then I headed for the bathroom. Mom stayed on the bed, watching from behind as I left the room.

By then I was fully hard again, which would've made pissing a five minute exercise at least. So instead I took a cold shower and did everything on one place. The twins had used up most of the hot water anyway.

Mom met me in the kitchen, gave me the once-over, and smiled. "Not getting dressed this morning?" she asked.

So of course I had to tell her about the come-as-you-are pajama party, and about the critical time of five o'clock Thursday morning, and about how I'd been naked at the time. I'm not sure if she found that pleasing or just amusing, but either way she kept smiling.

When I finished eating it seemed like I should go upstairs for something, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what. Clothes, I suppose, but that was out of the question. So what the hell; I went naked out the back door, naked across the driveway, naked into my car; and naked to school. Mrs. Huxley, our neighbor, saw me getting into the car and waved. I waved back.

My timing was perfect; Ms. Sprite was just opening the doors as I parked. Olivia saw me coming up the walk and waited for me, naked as usual. I suppose I should have expected that. Not many people who went naked all day would wear clothes to bed.

Olivia seemed unusually pleased to see me that morning; I suppose she was glad I hadn't arrived with a couple of footlockers full of clothes. Together we headed straight to the showers and got each other very clean. I was a little worried about the amount of cum I'd have available but as events transpired, it was plenty.

Ethan and Caitlin were still under the terms of their bet, and therefore arrived naked. So did Paul Aquino and most of the other swimmers who went naked most days. Among the rest, most of the guys showed up in gym shorts, boxers, or regular pajama bottoms, with or without a t-shirt or pajama tops. The girls who weren't naked wore an assortment of t-shirts, tank tops, camisoles, and nightgowns. If the top was short, they generally wore briefs or boxers as well.

Nobody wore their nightclothes in the pool, of course, so workouts were pretty normal. Serena was wearing a slightly-too-short satin nightie, but agreed to hold my PDA again. Rita was wearing an oversize t-shirt and keeping her hands off Owen, who'd shown up in a t-shirt and boxers.

Workouts ran smoothly; everyone had them down to a routine and everyone was serious about their swimming. Olivia slid up against me a little more than necessary as we waited at the blocks, but I didn't make an issue of it.

At about seven-thirty Ms. Sprite called me aside. "Adam, I thought you were going to change in my office this morning," she began.

"There really wasn't any point," I explained. "I was sleeping naked yesterday morning, and all my friends decided we should do the come-as-you-are thing, so here I am, spending another day naked in school."

"You don't say? Well, stop by my office after workouts. I've got something for you," said Ms. Sprite, then she hurried over to another lane.

At eight-fifteen we finished workouts as usual. I took a quick shower with Olivia, then headed over to Ms. Sprite's office. There, stacked on one daybed, were all my missing clothes from Tuesday and Wednesday! The clothes from Wednesday were even free of glue! And the two extra locks from Thursday were there as well!

"How did this get here?" I asked Ms. Sprite.

"I have no idea," she replied.

I stared at her a long time.

"I can only suppose that whoever was pulling these pranks on you feels they've gone on long enough, or at least wants to apologize."

I stared at her some more.

"These things were just outside my door this morning," Ms. Sprite explained further. "Someone must have left them there."

I said nothing. I thought about suggesting a check of the security cameras, but felt fairly certain they hadn't been working. Turned off by mistake, for example.

"Look, Adam, I don't know what suspicions you have, but I suspect these pranks are going to stop. If you have any real evidence against anyone, give it to me now and I'll see that they're punished. Otherwise, this is probably over."

At that, I took a step closer to her. We were only six inches apart. Then I moved a little closer. Then she grabbed my back, closed her eyes, and raised her lips.

"Evidence," I uttered softly. Then immediately, Ms. Sprite released me like hot frying pan.

"That was a dirty trick, Adam," she said.

"Yours or mine?"

"Are you going to report me?"

"I don't think so," I replied. "You could just as easily report me for propositioning a teacher. Just make sure this kind of thing stops. And not just with me. With anybody."

"Thank you, Adam. There wasn't anyone else, and there won't be. I guess I just got carried away with you. It's all this nakedness, you know. I just, well, I like the way you look. But no more tricks. Strictly business. Is that OK?

"Yeah, it's OK."

"Are you going to quit the swim team?"

"No. I like swimming too much for that. Look: You're my coach. I'm the athlete. That's where it begins and ends. That's all."

"Thank you, Adam. Can I make it up to you somehow?"

"Look, it wasn't such a big deal. And I could get in trouble for leading you on just now. So let's just call it even."

"Strictly business," she promised, standing there with both of us naked.

"Strictly business," I agreed, then I took my clothes and put them in my locker. I don't know what Ms. Sprite did after I left her office, but she was on time for Gym class.

Period 1 - Gym

Judging from the kids in Gym class, come-as-you-are day looked like a tremendous success. If a person wore anything at all, it seemed to be bedclothes.

Crystal and I, of course, were naked. We'd both admitted at lunch Thursday that we'd been sleeping that way. Cliff Liepper was naked too, presumably because his whole family had gone naked over the summer. Kristin was wearing a long flannel nightgown, and Gary Fischbak was wearing sweatpants.

A few kids were naked in class for the first time, and most of the rest were wearing pajamas, gym shorts, or boxers. Most of the girls were wearing tops; most of the guys weren't. There were only a few fancy negligees.

Tess Palmer showed up in a replica of the black and pink nightie Barbara Streisand wore in The Owl and the Pussycat. Yeah, the one with pink handprints on the black bra top.

Willie Fundeman was dressed exactly like Tess, and both of them were pretty upset about it.

Ms. Sprite had shown up just in time to activate the video.

"Good morning students and teachers," Ms. Holloway began, wearing only a cotton nightcap. "I just have two announcements this morning.

"First, as you know, the official Naked in School Program starts Monday. We'll select the participants this morning, and send out notifications during third period. Of course, you won't receive them until the com block gets lifted at the end of the period.

"If you get selected and want to appeal, just come to the office today between periods. However, I must warn you, such appeals almost never get accepted. If you can come to school, you can be in The Program.

"For those of you who are selected, please be in the south end of the gym fifteen minutes before classes start on Monday. That's eight-fifteen. If you have any clothes on, you can take them off at that time, and then we'll give you any final instructions.

"Second, from what I've seen, participation in come-as-you-are day is excellent. Thanks to you all, congratulations to student government, and let's have fun with this.

"That's all for this morning. Have an enjoyable and productive day."

"Wake up, people," ordered Ms. Sprite as soon as the video went dark. "Outside! Anything you can't run in, leave it at the door!"

Kristin wasted no time removing her long flannel nightgown. "What's with that thing?" I asked.

"Oh, you know, my parents are like, so not into naked. My mom and dad wear these heavy clothes all the time, and they keep the house like, freezing, and there's this vent that blows cold air right onto my bed, and oh, I could just blow a tit. It's all so lame!"

Ms Sprite, by then, was shouting more instructions. Basically, we were supposed to run a lap around the whole athletic field. The five of us -- me, Crystal, Kristin, Cliff, and Gary -- started out together but before long Cliff, Kristin, and Gary had fallen back. I was surprised at first that Crystal kept up with me, but I guess she was in pretty good shape. Either that or she had some pretty good injections. Toward the end I think she even slowed down for me. I'm kinda large for distance running, you know.

"So, is something going on with you and Vivian?" Crystal asked later in the showers. She was scrubbing my front and Kristin was handling the back. Both of them had asked for help scrubbing their backs, and I'd claimed equal time.

"Like what?" I asked noncommittally.

"Like, you two are going to be doing TV commercials? Is that right?" Crystal asked.

"It's not finalized," I claimed. "Why? What did you hear?" And from who, I wondered.

"Vivian called last night and told me about it. She can really use the money, you know. If this goes through, it's going to be wonderful for her."

I had no idea where Crystal was headed. I tried "What? I had some water in my ear."

"I said Vivian told me about it and it sounds great for her."

The girls finished scrubbing me down and I started on Kristin's back. "So, are you two going to be close after all?" asked Crystal from behind.

"You mean emotionally?" I temporized. "I don't know."

"You're not making this easy," Crystal claimed as I started on her back.

"Easy how?" I asked.

"OK. I'm not sure I should tell you this, but Monday night I was talking with Vivian and she said there was nothing between the two of you. So I thought you were, like, available. So are you?"

Crystal and Kristin were both facing me now. And you know, naked pompom girls, all wet and slippery, with shower spray bouncing off them, ought to be a lovely sight. Except that both were glaring at me like it was the Spanish inquisition.

"Look, Crystal, Vivian and I got caught up in some events. I'm still working through the consequences, and I guess so is she. But that's not a full relationship; not in the way I think you're asking."

The two girls stared at each other with pained expressions, then headed for the towels. I would've loved to watch them dry but necessity called. I turned away, turned the shower on cold, froze my balls for a couple of minutes, and then peed. As to draining that other, white, sticky fluid, that would have to wait.

Period 2 - Communications

Crystal and Kristin were already gone when I left the showers. As quickly as I could, I dried myself, straightened my hair, and headed to Communications class. Nadia, Vivian, and Crystal had already taken our usual couch, so I took a seat in the next one forward. Next to me was a tiny oriental girl in cartoon pajamas that had a tail and feet. Her boyfriend was wearing puce and chartreuse fishnet gym shorts. It didn't seem to bother her that I was naked, or erect. In fact, she gave me a little squeeze. Yeah, there. We almost had an accident, although I guess she didn't know that.

Mr. Magnusson showed the tape Crystal and Joel had made the day before, and then summarized the audience feedback. Crystal got better scores all around, but particularly in pronunciation and stage presence. But everyone agreed the questions were lame and that the camera work and titling were unprofessional.

For the rest of the class, Magnusson showed us three professional interview clips. After each clip, we spent about ten minutes discussing it and comparing it to Crystal and Joel's interview.

After class, Nadia, Vivian, and Crystal marched out in unison. I tried asking Vivian how things were going but she rushed off with the others. They were still on the other side of the hall, talking, when I left the room and headed for English. I thought about looking for Sandra before class, but then I decided my life was already complicated enough.

Period 3 - English

Nothing, of course, can ever be simple. Sandra was waiting for me in the back row of Mr. Kent's classroom wearing a black satin nightgown. On top it was low cut and lacy; on the bottom it was thigh-length; and in back it started below the shoulder blades.

"Hi Sandra. Nice outfit!" I greeted her nonchalantly.

"Same to you," Sandra replied impishly. "But I'm missing the final accessory. Would you help me out?"

Yeah, I'd seen that coming. You know you're having a bad day when nothing can even be difficult. I have to admit, though, that she looked pretty good in that thin, smooth nightgown. And I still owed her a favor or two. And I needed to empty myself before afternoon classes.

"I still have five minutes before the bell," I observed, "so let's go across the hall, OK?"

"Whatever floats," Sandra remarked, and then we rushed into the washroom. We were barely inside the door when she pulled me toward her. She grabbed my shoulders and butt, and I grabbed hers. Her breasts almost felt better through the slippery fabric than if they were naked. My cock was straight up, jammed between our abs, sliding against her sexy fabric. It didn't take long.

"Here it comes," I warned her, then she stepped back and trailed her fingers onto my dick and balls. She stroked me exquisitely for a moment, then the first burst got her right in the waist. As I continued she aimed me everywhere: her breasts, her abs, her hips, her thighs. Finally she dropped to her knees, scented her hair, and licked the last drop. I moved close to kiss her, but she raised her hand in refusal.

"You'll get yourself all sticky," Sandra explained, and it was true. The whole front of her nightgown was soaked.

"We better get to class," I reminded her.

"Yeah, I guess you should," remarked Crystal.

Like a shot I turned to face her. Her expression, however, was difficult to read. Amused? Superior? Commanding?

Sandra clearly knew something was going on, but just as clearly didn't know what. "I hope you don't mind," she finally asked Crystal.

"Oh, no. Just keep in mind that Adam's life is, like, really complicated these days, and he might not be available the way you think."

Sandra looked at Crystal for a moment, and then at me. I looked at Sandra, and then at Crystal. Crystal, who'd already seen more of Sandra than she wanted, watched me the whole time. Then the bell rang and we all rushed pell-mell into English class.

Mr. Kent gave us a disapproving stare, but I don't think he marked us tardy. There were only three seats left, all in the back row, and somehow I ended up in the middle one.

Kent was wearing a long, red and white, pin-striped nightshirt. It had a tie string around the neck that he'd knotted in a large, precise bow. He was wearing some slippers, too, which I don't think he really wore to bed. But a lot of people were doing that; Sandra, for example, was wearing a pair of black high heels.

Anais Nin seemed like the least of my worries that day, except that I had an essay due Monday. I tried to pay attention and join the discussions -- I really did -- but it was tough sitting there between Crystal and Sandra, and having the two of them watch me back. Especially with the scent rising from Sandra. My scent.

When class was over, Sandra looked uncertainly at both me and Crystal. Unfortunately, neither of us felt sure enough to provide Sandra an explanation. Finally, she just shook her head, wished us a good weekend, and headed out. It was really quite a nightgown.

Then, my PDA and Crystal's simultaneously beeped to indicate a new message. Together we opened our messages, and together we groaned. The messages said:

Greetings from the Principal:

Congratulations! The Naked in School Selection Committee has selected you for participation in The Program next week. The Committee believes this will teach you:

To be comfortable and confident about your body.

To address your sexuality in a healthy and positive way.

To participate freely in a liberal and open society.

To begin this activity, please report to the south end of the new gym at 8:15 AM Monday. There you'll receive final instructions and surrender any clothing you may be wearing.

In compensation for this week-long activity, you will receive.

5 Participation Points for participation in The Program during regular school hours..

5 additional Participation Points (10 total) if you also participate under Program rules in five off-hours school events during the week.

5 additional Participation Points (15 total) if you also remain under Program rules 24 hours per day during the entire week.

Please remember that you must earn 30 participation points to graduate or advance, and that 15 of these points must come from The Program.

Have an enjoyable and productive week.

Meagan Halloway
Principal, Bald Mountain High School

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Crystal asked. My misery seemed to amuse her.

"I'm in The Program next week!"

"Yeah, me too. So what? It's not gonna be that much different from this week."

"I hated going around naked this week."

"You don't look it."

"Very funny. I don't think this is a coincidence. Do you?"

We stared at each other for a brief moment, then Crystal uttered one word, "Nadia."

"Teah," I added.

Suddenly, neither of us could get to lunch fast enough. So much for past wounds.

Lunch

Ben, Dan, and Teah were already at our table when we arrived. Ben was wearing a long bulky nightshirt, and Dan was in gym shorts. Teah wore a short pink fitted t-shirt imprinted with the words, "My other bottoms are Calvins." All three were staring into space.

"What's up, guys?" I asked.

Teah was the only one who spoke. "We're all in The Program," she explained.

"Us too," I commiserated.

"Ben and Dan think it's all my fault," Teah continued. "But all I did was turn in those cards without dates, like we agreed."

"Well, that was your idea," I reminded her. "There's no way of knowing if that sped things up, though. They might have picked us anyway."

"It sure didn't slow things down," Dan complained.

"It was fair, Dan. I checked," said Ben. "They picked the names by hand, not by computer, and none of the student aides had anything to do with it. They were all in class."

"Do you think if they picked one of us, they automatically took all of us?" asked Dan.

"I dunno, man; it was all off-line," said Ben. "Well, it was gonna come sometime. The news is gonna be out, that's all."

"What news?" Crystal asked.

"Never mind," urged Nadia, who'd just shown up with Vivian. Nadia was wearing a pair of navy blue tap pants and Vivian was in a serious funk.

"I take it you two are in The Program as well," said Teah.

"Minor shit," mumbled Vivian.

"Kaunadodo's is closing," explained Nadia. "That's why Kaunadodo didn't buy any advertising space on the Jeep."

Vivian shot Nadia a look that implied daggers. "Yeah, Viv, he told me yesterday during the day, and he specifically asked me not to tell you. He promised to tell you last night, though. That's what he did, right?"

"Yeah, he did," Vivian confirmed. "I guess he lost his lease. The landlord's gonna knock down the building and put up one of those new super salons. Go figure."

"Can't he just move?" Teah asked.

"Yeah, he's movin' al right. All the way back to Namibia. He's gonna open a taco joint in Windhoek. That's the capital."

"At least you'll have the money from the commercials," Nadia pointed out.

"Yeah, but I wanted to save that. And who knows if that whole gig is actually going to work out? I still think there's a catch in there somewhere."

"Save it for what?" Teah asked Vivian.

"College, as if," explained Vivian.

"Can't you get another job?" I asked.

"Yes, probably, but not for the same pay. Kaunadodo never paid squat but the tips were really good," Vivian explained.

Between The Program and Vivian losing her job, everyone was pretty bummed out. We just concentrated on our food for a while, gruesome as it was. I had no idea that Kaunadodo's would be closing, and I wondered if I'd be laying too much on Vivian all at once. But it was really too late to stop. Plus, I decided, my scheme would be good for her, regardless.

"So, is anyone thinking of going seven and twenty-four?" Teah asked.

All seven of us stopped eating and glared at her.

"Well, if you don't want to be in The Program, wouldn't you rather get it over in one week?" she asked.

Everyone kept staring at her, right until the bell rang. Then we all bussed our trays and glumly headed to class.

Period 4 – U.S. History

"I'm really sorry about your job," I told Vivian as we left the cafeteria.

"It's all right, Yonson. I'll figger somethin' out," she replied.

"We're still going over to Bushie's after school, right?" I verified.

"Yeah, I can hardly wait to see how that turns out. Everything's been goin' so well lately, ya know?"

Vivian turned away, but I caught her arm. I nearly lost a wrist doing it too; she was that strong. But then she stopped, looked down at my hand, and glared into my face.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked.

"You're not gettin' any rubba-dub-dub stuff in the hallway today, Yonson."

"That's not it," I explained. "I guess you told Crystal I was available. I'm just wondering why."

"Well, you are, as far as I'm concerned. Whadja think, I was makin' some kind of pass at you up there at Dan's last weekend?"

"It did seem that way occasionally."

"You flatter yourself, Yonson. Look, I don't need you, and you don't need me. I don't think you even like me. So go have your fun with Crystal, or Kristin, or Sandra from English, or your shower buddy Olivia on the swim team, or all of 'em as far as I care. Now, can I have my arm?"

I released her, and then watched to see what she would do. She watched me too for a moment, as if wondering what I might say. Then she spun and headed off to History. I watched her naked backside until she passed out of sight, and then headed toward History myself.

Mr. Laitle got to class early, and made sure Rebecca Unger was sitting well behind Gary Fischbak. Not that it made much difference. Rebecca was wearing only a sheer white baby doll pajama top, making another slow strip a doubtful possibility. Gary was wearing an old pair of sweat pants. But I guess Mr. Laitle was just making sure.

Vivian seemed like she wanted to be alone, so I sat a row away from her. But then she looked up, moved over, and took the seat next to mine. We said nothing.

Class itself was uneventful. Mr. Laitle was wearing an unremarkable t-shirt and some ordinary sweatpants with a hole in the leg. The lesson was about early New World explorers such as Francisco de Coronado, Hernán Cortés, Hernando De Soto, Jacques Cartier, John and Sebastian Cabot, Nunez de Balboa, and Vasco da Gama.

When class was over I double-checked with Vivian about going to Bushie's Off-Road after school. She said she'd meet me by the same door.

Period 5 - Math

Much to my relief, Paul and Ethan weren't waiting for me when I got to Math class. Ms. Newton was there, wearing pink sweat shorts and a crop top to match, but I was mostly concerned with the girl who'd worn the prairie dress Thursday. I almost thought she was going to be absent, but then I finally recognized her. She looked a lot different in smooth white cotton panties and a ribbed tank top.

"Uh, can I talk to you a minute?" I asked. "My name is Adam Jonson."

"Yeah, I guess," she replied nervously. Then she gave me the once over, pausing pretty much where you'd suspect. She glanced once at Ms. Newton, too.

"Well, you know, yesterday we were sitting across from each other and, um, I'm afraid you may have gotten the wrong impression of me."

"How so?" she asked, glancing around the room.

"Well, I was with my friends Ethan and Paul yesterday, and we're all on the swim team, and we have to be naked for meets and practices and stuff this year, and Paul doesn't like clothes anyway, and Ethan lost this tennis bet, and I had this mix-up at the doctor's, and..."

"What's your point?" she asked impatiently.

"I just wanted you to know I'm not gay," I explained. And then she burst out laughing. Hysterically. As in trouble standing, trouble breathing, tears rolling down her cheeks. All the time pointing at my cock.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she finally managed to say. "That's the best line I've heard in quite a while. How could you be gay and get that erection on account of me?"

Of course, after her initial outburst, the whole class was trying to overhear. So, at the risk of poking her hip, I moved closer. "My injection makes me hard all the time," I explained quietly. "So, it's not because of you, or Ethan, or Paul, or anyone else."

"Ethan, or Paul, or..." For a moment, I thought she was going to fly off again.

"Look, Adam. I volunteer a few days a week at the Pioneer Museum north of town. I act and dress like a girl my age a hundred and fifty years ago. I was going there after school yesterday, and that's why I was wearing that pioneer dress."

"So?"

"Well, the sight of a woman completely covered that way, I guess it's a fetish for some guys. So when you were looking at me yesterday, and you had that erection, I thought maybe..."

"No, I'm not like that at all," I explained. "I mean, history is interesting and everything, but I like your outfit today much better. I hope you don't take that the wrong way."

"No. Thank you, in fact. My name's Margaret Brown, by the way. Everyone calls me Molly."

"Hello, Molly, nice to meet you," I replied, then the bell rang and we sat next to each other. Ethan and Paul were safely on the other side of the room with a couple of girls wearing men's dress shirts.

Math class itself was uneventful. Ms. Newton delivered her lecture and nobody fell asleep snoring or anything like that. The last ten minutes we had an easy quiz.

Ms. Newton collected the quizzes as we left the room. Once Molly had turned in her quiz and left the room, Crystal and Kristin were all over my case.

"Another conquest, Adam?" Crystal asked cynically.

"Nothing so complicated," I explained. "I just thought she might've got a wrong impression yesterday, and if she did, I wanted to clear it up."

"Wrong impression, eh?" pondered Kristin. "You know, in Fashion class yesterday, she was starting rumors that you're gay."

Now who's telling the truth? I wondered.

"Don't worry, Kristin's just kidding," Crystal reassured me. Which, of course, served to complicate matters even more.

Period 6 - Spanish

Spanish was delightfully boring. There was no flirting with Olivia, no intrigue with Nadia, no erupting on Serena or anyone else. The fact that Señor Callaghan apparently slept naked wasn't an issue.

After class, I told Olivia, Serena, Rita, and Owen about the party at Ben's house. Rita and Owen, of course, would be coming together. I asked the others not to bring more than one other person.

"Adam, you're taking Vivian to Bushie's, right?" asked Nadia.

"Yes, as soon as I get dressed," I told her.

"Dressed?" she asked, panic creeping into her voice.

"Well, yeah. I got my stolen and locked-up clothes back this morning, and the come-as-you-are pajama party is over. I don't like this, you know." To illustrate, I pointed from my shoulders to my knees.

"Well Adam, Bushie thinks of you and Vivian as always being naked. That's how he first saw you, and that's how you were yesterday. We don't want him to feel like he's dealing with somebody else, now. And he will, if you show up in clothes."

"You're not messing with me here, right? We're both messing with Bushie?"

"That was our agreement," Nadia assured me.

"OK, see you at Bushie's, then," I told her, and then I was off.

After School

It took a few minutes to get the clothes from my locker and stuff them in a bag but even so, when I got to the door near the parking lot, Vivian wasn't there. I decided to wait five minutes before calling her, and she appeared after four and a half. She was still moody, and didn't look directly at me. During the drive to Bushie's, we didn't speak at all.

Nadia met us in Bushie's parking lot at 3:25. Edgar Robinsong, our lawyer, pulled up at 3:28. At 3:30 sharp, Nadia led us in inside and straight to Otto Bushman's office.

Otto introduced his lawyer, Heidi Valabulse, who was dressed in a fairly conservative business bikini. You know the look: navy blue pinstripe briefs, matching bra top, dress sandals, and a riding crop. A nose ring added individuality.

Otto took us into his back lot to see the Jeep and it was fabulous. The body was mostly bright yellow with black trim. The Jeep had tricked-out wheels, a roll bar, and extra off-road headlights. It also had every possible gadget: global positioning, in-dash mapping, two-way radio, a front winch, a back hitch, surround-sound audio, power mirrors, and even terrycloth seat covers for our naked butts. You name it, the Jeep had it. Except, of course, for a top or doors. The point, after all, was for people to see us in the Jeep.

Of course there were stickers, logos, and hand-painted advertising everywhere; we expected that. The overall effect was like a racing car. Everyone was really impressed. I think Vivian was ready to drive away that instant.

There was a forty-foot motor home parked there too, and it looked fabulous. The paint job alone marked it as some rich guy's toy. Vivian, of course, spent all her time looking at the Jeep. Nadia saw me looking at the motor home and smirked.

Back inside, Edgar had the forms ready for Vivian and me to join the actor's guild, and for, Vivian,me, and Nadia to form a company named VAN Enterprises. Otto's lawyer had the contract for the commercials. All together, it was a stack of paper several inches thick.

I was ready to trust Uncle Edgar but Vivian would have none of it. With remarkable speed she began reviewing the stack of paper, pausing occasionally to question things like financial reporting, voting rights, copyrights, initial and ongoing right-to-use fees, liability, insurance and maintenance on the Jeep, and a host of other issues. She and Nadia got several clauses changed, and Vivian also spotted three arithmetic errors that the lawyers had to fix. Who'd have thought Vivian Vivichelli could calculate compound interest in her head?

Edgar and Heide reprinted the necessary forms, then we all spent fifteen minutes signing them. Then we all shook hands and the deal was done. Nadia, Vivian, and I all promised to be at Bushie's at nine Saturday morning for transportation to the lake and filming of the first commercials.

Vivian was more than ready to drive away in the Jeep, but Otto said they needed to finish a few things and keep it clean. Nadia said she needed to stick around and discuss some details with Otto, so I gave Vivian a ride home and then to Kaunadodo's.

"You know, Yonson, I'm still waiting to find the catch here," Vivian stated before leaving the car.

"There's no catch, Vivian. I mean, this is business, and you never really know how things are going to turn out. But I'm taking the same risks as you."

"Uh-huh. And Nadia is your trusty agent."

"That's right. She's in this just like you and me. We're partners. The three of us win or lose together."

"I'm still not sure about all those contracts. I only had time to speed-read 'em, you know. Nadia and that Heidi chick could be in cahoots."

"Vivian, I trust my uncle, and he says the contracts are OK. He does this for a living, you know, and he's really good at it."

"Your uncle who?"

"Edgar Robinsong," I confessed, and it was a good thing Vivian didn't have any water. Otherwise, she would've spewed it again.

"Yonson, that's despicable!" exclaimed Vivian, her voice and her expression both filled with admiration. "I didn't know you had it in you! And Nadia doesn't know?"

"Not yet. I'll tell her tomorrow or Monday, because she's going to find out eventually, and I'd rather she got it from me. Because I can tell you, Vivian, she's been perfectly honest with us so far. I should be honest with her, too."

"Well, all right, Yonson; I said I'd play along with this and I will. You gonna pick me up tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess you and your aunt still need to be at Dr. Polk's at eight o'clock, right?"

"Yeah, can't forget that."

"Would you like to start out a little early and get some breakfast?"

You don't see Vivian get startled very often, but this was one of those times. She stared at nothing for a moment, and then at my eyes. I raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

"Yeah, OK. Seven o'clock then?"

"Yeah, seven o'clock," I replied. Then Vivian went inside and I drove home.

I'd barely parked my car, retrieved my bag of clothes, and headed toward the kitchen door when Mom showed up in the driveway. It was that kind of day. I mean, who on earth wants to see their mother outside, naked, during the day, in the driveway no less?

"Adam, come in the back yard," she called. "We're all sitting outside."

I really felt like going inside and getting dressed, but Mom was standing there and waiting for me. So, just to get her out of the driveway, I went in the back yard as she asked.

Aunt Natasha and Uncle Edgar were there, along with their twins, Harry and Sherry. All of them were casual. OK, they were naked.

Harry and Sherry were playing catch with Effie and Jeffie. Effie and Sherry were exchanging one ball while in perfect unison, Jeffie and Harry exchanged another.

My mom, Uncle Edgar, and Aunt Natasha were sitting in lawn chairs, sipping drinks and watching the twins play. Knowing the drill, I dropped my bag of clothes near the walkway, pulled up another chair, and joined them.

"Adam, that's quite an arrangement you kids worked out with Otto Bushman," remarked Uncle Edgar.

"Did that go through?" Mom asked.

"Like a greased hog through an open gate," I replied, just to see what would happen. Uncle Edgar and Aunt Natasha went catatonic. Mom reached forward to check my temperature.

"Yes, it went through," I amended my response.

"And, Edgar, this deal looks OK to you?" Mom asked.

"Oh yeah, it's a great deal for these kids," Edgar replied. "That girl Nadia is quite a talker, isn't she? If she tried, I bet she could talk that Bushman character out of his pants."

Of that, I was quite sure, even if Otto wasn't wearing any.

"How are you kids handling the money?" Mom asked.

"They started a company," Uncle Edgar explained. "Lucy is going to handle all the bank accounts and accounting for them."

Lucy Lastik, by the way, is a certified public accountant. She's also my dad's sister. At that point I'm not sure I'd, ah, mentioned that fact to Nadia and Vivian, but I knew neither Aunt Lucy nor I would be cheating them.

"Are you going to save this money or splurge?" Mom asked.

"I'll probably save most of it," I decided on the spot. The money was nice but it wasn't my real objective.

The twins reached a count of 95 before dropping the ball. Something had distracted Sherry's attention, and the ball hit her in the arm. The boys scored a point and everyone backed off another five meters.

My dad pulled up about then and threw his shirt, or parachute harness, or gladiator belt, or whatever you call it on my bag of clothes. Mom asked me to start the grill, then go inside and get the steaks and hamburgers she'd thawed. Aunt Natasha came along to help.

"So, Adam, you've developed into a fine looking young man," Aunt Natasha remarked once we were in the kitchen.

"Uh, thanks," I replied, looking around for the steaks and burgers.

"No thanks are necessary," said Aunt Natasha. "I just like the way you look. And you work out, right? Those muscles and, uh, things aren't from a needle, are they?"

"No, I work out," I explained. Mom had stacked the steaks and burgers on a large plate, and put the plate in the refrigerator.

"Can you show me how you do it?" she asked.

"Well, my weights and stuff are all downstairs."

"Then let's go downstairs," Aunt Natasha suggested. "I'm sure that meat can wait another few minutes."

By then I had the distinct feeling things were getting out of control, but this was my aunt, who'd been part of our family and whom I'd known all my life. No matter that she looked 25, not 45, and probably looked better than she did the first time around. So downstairs we went.

"These are my bars, and these are the weights that go on them, and this is my weight bench, and these are my barbells," I explained, pointing to each item. "I use the clock over there to time myself."

"Why don't you show me?" she suggested.

I wasn't about to start a full workout, but I did a few arm curls, leg extensions, and pull-ups. Aunt Natasha seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit.

"Anyway, you get the idea," I told her, hoping to end the demonstration.

"Oh, please continue," she insisted.

My next normal exercise was squats, which are sort of like doing knee bends while holding weights. Aunt Natasha seemed to enjoy those even more; in fact, she started fingering herself.

"Mrs. Robinsong, are you trying to seduce me?" I asked.

"Would you like me to seduce you, Adam?" she countered.

"What?"

"Is that what you're trying to tell me, Adam? That you'd like me to seduce you?"

"I think we should go upstairs right now. I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it, but I'm going upstairs right now."

"I'm not finished, Adam. I can't go upstairs in this state. Now please, continue your workout. Do that thing where you lie on your back. It's a bench press, isn't it?"

"I don't think..."

"Adam, I'm your aunt. Now, behave. Do the bench press. Not just a few; a lot."

I suppose I could have bolted out of there, but she was my aunt, and somehow I felt I ought to finish my program. So I set up a lightweight bar, laid down, and began to pump. The bar, that is.

Still fingering herself, Aunt Natasha used her other hand to drag over a chair. Then she sat right next to my hips and continued fingering herself as she watched. My cock, that is. My erect cock was jiggling every time I lifted, and that's mostly what she watched.

Then she touched me. I was sweating by then, and she drew the side of her finger across my abs until it was wet. Then she smelled it, and tasted it. Then she switched hands and did it again. Her juices were on me.

"Aunt Natasha, I really don't think..."

"Silence, child," she ordered, then she switched hands again and grasped my cock.

"I'm not..." I began, but then suddenly I was cuming. I told you about the hair trigger, right? And it'd been almost seven hours since my episode with Sandra before English. Well, I pumped. And pumped. My cock felt red hot, and it pulsed ecstatically with each surge of fluid. It got on me; it got on the bench; it got on the floor; and a lot of it got on Aunt Natasha. Then she was cuming as well, over and over. Fortunately, she remained pretty quiet, so no outside heard anything.

Soon, we were both resting. Then, after about thirty seconds, Aunt Natasha broke the silence.

"I presume you have some towels," she stated.

"Uh, yeah, here," I replied, handing her a towel from the stack near the washing machine. "There are some paper towels over there by the washtub."

I wiped myself the best I could, then I wiped the weight bench and the floor. After that I wiped myself and the bench with a couple of wet paper towels. Aunt Natasha wiped herself up, then I tossed all the towels in the washer.

"Now can we go upstairs?" I asked.

"Yes. You go first," she ordered, then on the way she patted my butt.

Carefully, very carefully, I fried the steaks and burgers. Mom supervised all the twins in carrying out plates, glasses, silverware, and the side dishes. My dad, Aunt Natasha, and Uncle Edgar sat and talked. I guess they deserved it: my dad had just gotten home from work and the others were company.

The steaks came out pretty well. At least, everyone said they liked them. The twins seemed to like their hamburgers too. Then, after dinner, the twins helped carry everything back inside.

Mom stayed in the kitchen, loading up the dishwasher. It seemed like as good a time as any for a chat.

"Hey mom, I have a question," I began.

"What's that, Adam?" she replied.

"Has Bogswamp Realty hired a new courier yet?"

"No, but I wish they would. We have sales getting behind schedule."

"Well, I wonder if they'd consider hiring Vivian."

"Vivian? That's the girl you helped get her injection, right? And you talked me into giving her Aunt Marjorie a ride from the DEA office? You must really like this girl!"

"I really don't like her. She's more of a project," I explained.

Mom smirked, then continued, "Well, tell me about her."

"Well, she's been delivering pizzas for Kaunadodo's, so she knows all the streets and neighborhoods really well. And you heard Uncle Edgar talk about how good she was with paperwork and contracts. The thing is, Kaunadodo's lost their lease and they're going out of business. And Vivian needs the money so her aunt doesn't lose their apartment. And she wants to save the money from Bushie's for college."

"She's had a hard life, hasn't she?" pondered Mom. "And yet she wants to save for college. Well, this is really difficult, Adam. I can hardly recommend her if I've never even met her."

"Well, I'm picking them both up at seven tomorrow morning. Vivian and her Aunt Marjorie. We're going out for breakfast before their appointments with Dr. Polk at eight. You could come along and meet her then."

Mom gave me a look I'd known since I was a little kid. It means she knows I've been up to something. "That's a little early for me, Adam," she claimed.

"Please?"

"Oh, all right," she finally agreed.

I love it when a plan comes together.

"Thanks Mom. You're the greatest!" I exclaimed. Then, without thinking, I gave her a hug and a kiss. Eew, I thought, naked with my mother! Mom, however, didn't seem offended at all. If anything, she seemed amused. Me, I just wanted out of there, and it was time for work anyway. So I bolted. I was halfway to Game Gear before I realized I'd forgotten my clothes.

Mr. Sudstrom didn't seem to mind, though. He reminded me Jenna'd been coming in naked and it seemed to be good for business. So I finished my shift that way and I have to admit, the customers did keep me busier than usual. I gotta tell you, though, it's very strange when a woman older than your mother demands extra help trying on swimsuits.

Dan called at about 9:45 and wondered if I'd like to go out cruising. It sounded like fun, but I knew I had a long day coming up Saturday. So instead I went home, did some more weights, emitted various fluids, and crashed.

Many thanks to Bill Morgan for proofreading this story.