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questions or concerns, email planonudist@yahoo.com.  Copyright 2007

I've loved the naked in school story line, but you all have completely
missed the point.  Having actively gone to nudist clubs for a while,
none of you can imagine what it is really like.  Sensual but not sexual,
I've never seen an erection at a club, and only once heard a story about
a man getting an erection.  Strange how you get an erection thinking
about being naked, but actually being naked around other people is
enough to keep you soft :)  Still, here is my attempt at joining the fun.
Tell me what you all think!  I'll write a serious addition to this story
line/genre eventually.  For now, I'm having too much fun!

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James/Elizabeth Drunk and Naked at school Day Four/Thursday

I was waken up by someone shaking me.  I turned over and saw it was my 
mom.  

"Wake up sweetheart"  She said, smiling at me.

"Hi James!" I heard Elizabeth call from beside her.

They were both naked.  In my half-awake stupor I didn't notice at 
first.  My mom's hair in curlers, both sets.  Elizabeth looked fresh 
and ready.

"Come down stairs when you are ready, and don't fool around!"  My mom 
said to us, exiting out my door.

Elizabeth yelled out "OK" and waved smiling.  As soon as my mom was out 
the door she leaned over and kissed me.

"Hi Sweet-hard." was all she said.

We cuddled for a little bit, not saying anything.  Enjoying the smell 
from down-stairs, until we heard my mom calling us down.

"Feeling better now?"  Elizabeth.

"Yes, but not 100%"  I replied.

We walked down the stairs with her first, me holding her hand over her 
shoulder.  Mom was putting the last of her touches on the table.

"Looks great, what caused us to deserve this?" I asked.

"You don't deserve this." She replied "I'm doing this as my thanks to 
Elizabeth."

"You're welcome"  Lizzy replied.

"For what?" I asked.

"For getting me a great job, and making sure you survived the week." Mom said back.

There were strawberries and scrambled eggs, cottage cheese and pork 
sausage, and two glasses of champagne.

"Where's my champagne" I asked, taking a seat.

"Sorry dear" Elizabeth said "I asked her to not give you any"

"Oh" I said, filling my plate.  Happy in any case, giving Elizabeth
a look.

As we ate my Mom got up at one point and said she was leaving for work. 
After she finished getting ready, she thanked Elizabeth one last time,
gave me a hug, grabbed her purse and walked out the door naked.

"She seems happy" I said, getting up to clean up the kitchen.

"Yes, she does"  Elizabeth replied.

"I need you to stay sober today.  Can you do that for me James?" 
Elizabeth
asked.

"Sure, why?" I was feeling a little worn out anyway.

"Kimiko wants to come over to talk, and I need someone there with me."

"She wants to talk?"

"Yeah, about my uncles liquor store."

"Why you?"

"I don't know, I think her family is making her."

"OK, anything you need."  I said, trying to comfort her.

"Thank you, I mean that.  I just need someone there.  Kimiko can be 
pretty intense sometimes."

"Little Kimiko?"

"Yeah, she doesn't act it.  But, she was a mean streak you couldn't 
imagine.  She's coming to my house tonight.  My parents aren't home so 
we should have privacy."

"I thought you said you had a problem with the head cheerleader?  You 
didn't mention Kimiko." I said back.

"She is the head cheerleader." Elizabeth replied

Lovely....

We took the bus to school that day.  It was fun to be naked with my 
girlfriend in front of all of my neighbors.

We hugged and kissed one last time as we exited the bus and headed to 
class.  

Ms. Cagle was in full form.  She was not wearing a thing except her 
nipple dangles.

She was sitting at her desk with her eyes closed.  She didn't notice 
me, so I said "Good morning Ms. Cagle."

She opened her eyes at me and blinked.  Then smiled and said good 
morning James.  I'll be right with you.  She closed her eyes again and 
put her hand in her lap.

I heard a "Hi James!" come out from under her desk.

Ms. Cagle only said "Don't stop Tammy" and patted her lap.

I walked around the desk to see a set of legs and hind quarters 
attached to a kneeling girl wearing nothing but a sweatshirt.  Her wet 
pussy looking like a folded Celtic knot.  Her hips gently moving as she 
reached for hidden places.  She smell hit me as I walked by, sweat and 
pussy.

I stood in shock for a minute, looking at the out of place 
disenfranchised legs and my shifting, flushed teacher.  I put my books 
on my desk and sat down.

The hips moved back and forth randomly, in a hypnotic pattern.  I was 
pretty entranced and stroking myself when the other students started 
showing up.  Some of them noticed Tammy, other's didn't.  Finally, Ms. 
Cagle looked disappointed and patted Tammy on the head, "time to get up 
dear"

"Ohhhh" Tammy sighed, as she straightened up.  Not out of 
disappointment, but out of relief to be stretching.

"Thank you Tammy" Ms. Cagle cooed as she got out of her seat herself, 
pulling her legs together.

"Tammy came straight over to me, straightening out her sweat-shirt.  As 
she got to me she grabbed my cheeks and gave me a sloppy, pussy oiled 
kiss.

Pulling back and looking into my eyes, I caught the full effect.  The 
girl was wild-eyed and glowing, and she needed to fix her hair.  She let 
me go once Ms. Cagle started to speak again.

"Do you like what I did with my desk?"  Ms. Cagle asked towards both of 
us.

Tammy smiled and nodded her head, going "Umn-huh"

I looked over towards the desk, the top of the desk had been raised and 
the cover had been removed from the front.  The two drawers were also 
farther apart, and I guess a pad had been added to the floor.

"I had a light added too!"  She said sitting down and flipping a 
switch, her pussy glowed at us from under the desk, her syrup sparkling 
at us like sugar candy.

She turned off the switch and stood back up.  "You want to try it out?" 
she
asked towards me.

"No thank you" I replied, not sure if she meant in the seat or from  
under the
desk.

"Oh well then, come here and give me my hug and kiss."

"Where do you want it?"

"Where ever you want."  She said, sultrily.

"OK, turn around and lean forward."  I ordered her.

"Oh my!" she said in a mocking voice.

I kneel-ed down behind her, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them, 
then put my face in her ass; licking her button and her tail-bone.  She 
gasped against the wall.

"Thank you James, now come up for you real kiss."

I stood up and she turned around.  She leaned forward and stuck her 
tongue deep in my throat.  We played the tonsil tango for what seemed 
like a long time before she backed off.

"I can taste me on you, all of me."

"Yes."  I replied

"Not a bad taste, is it?"

"So when do I get to taste you again James?"

"As soon as you give us our own fancy desks."  Tammy yelled.

"Is that so?  Well, we are working on it.  Be sure to come to tutoring 
today and I'll show you."  Ms. Cagle replied.

She gestured for me to go to my seat, I turned around and went back as 
she kissed some of the other students.  Tammy was adjusting the seats 
around.

"No reason we can't be close today." Tammy said when I noticed.

Once everyone was in class, the announcements started.

"Remember everyone, that tomorrow is T-Shirt and Panties day for the 
girls.  Please come dressed as sexily as possible in nothing but 
T-Shirt and Panties to show your school spirit."

"How are you going to pull that off tomorrow?" One boy asked Ms. Cagle, 
getting a laugh.

"I don't know, but I'll think of something." She smiled at him and 
winked.  "How are you going to pull it off?"

He looked at her absently for a second and then blushed.

"I'll take that as your answer."

As she continued to talk, Tammy started stroking my cock.  I returned 
the favor and started rubbing her thighs.

"Does anyone have any thoughts on the changes in this class?" Ms. Cagle 
said.

Everyone kind of laughed and didn't say anything.

"OK, I'm sure you all will be noticing more changes around here.  I 
hope you all know you can come to me for anything."

There was a knock at the door and Ms. Cagle got up to let in a small 
girl.  They hugged and kissed on the cheek.

Ms. Cagle then introduced a seemingly meek, nude, tawny skinned girl to
the class.  She seemed very old and young at the same time.

"Class, I would like to introduce Batool, a speaker for today.  Since 
we don't have more assignments for this semester, I thought we would 
invite a speaker."

"Hello, everyone" Batool waved.

"Hi Batool!" Everyone said energetically, wondering about the girl in 
front of them.

"As Ms. Cagle said, my name is Batool.  She asked me to come today to 
speak about my experiences Naked in School."

Everyone looked at her silently, wondering about her accent and looks.  
She looked very young, and was speaking quite eloquently.

"Although some of you may think this is strange, or no big deal.  I'm 
Muslim, as is my family."

Everyone inhaled, pausing, not believing what they just heard.

Batool giggled.

"Yes, you heard right.  I'm Muslim, and I'm still participating naked 
in school."

"How?"  One girl asked.

"Well, the laws and rules are simple.  For children, only sexual conduct 
is not allowed.  And, children are considered Muslim regardless of their 
actions and beliefs."

"Yes, doesn't that change at puberty?" I asked.

"Yes, it does.  But, not for me, not yet.  Even though I'm 18 years 
old."

"Huh?"

"Right, at puberty, girls need to start covering themselves.  And, boys 
must stop exposing themselves.  In some sects no girl or boy can ever 
expose themselves, but that's more overly strict than in our group."

"OK?"

"You see, because of injections my family started me on when I was 
young, I never grew pubic hair, and never started my first period.  So, 
the rules do not yet apply to me.  Even then, I only must cover my 
hair.  If I have no hair, I don't have to cover anything."  Batool said.

"That's disgusting." one girl said.

"It's not as strange as it sounds, many girls take pills to avoid their 
period.  I've simply always done that.  How many girls in here take 
shots to avoid their periods?"

Sheepishly, two girls raised their hands.

"Right, and how many shave or use something to fix their pubic hair?"

Three more girls raised their hands.  The bushy Ms. Cagle only smiled.

"Islamic tradition actually recommends shaving".

"And, how many in this class have taken injections for personal 
reasons?"

About a third of the class raised their hands.

"It is a small loophole, I know.  But, it allows for more things which 
protect our virtue.  Old Islam stipulates that girls marry around the 
time of menarche, so theoretically all girls who claim to be Muslim 
should marry before they are teenagers, something which never happens 
in this country.  By delaying menarche until I am ready to marry and 
have children, I am following those rules."

Everyone was listening intently.

"What about reasonable requests?"

"I don't do them."

More girls were surprised.

"I follow the absolute rules.  You can see my bracelet and anklet 
confirming.  I don't have to do anything sexual or allow any touching.  
My bedroom has no door, and I'm not allowed to be alone at any time.  
I'm also expected to pose as asked.  And, to be available to teachers 
as an aid."

"What about people who touch you without permission?" One guy asked, 
getting suspicious looks from several people.

"Doesn't happen."  Batool replied.

"Why not?"

"People who have met or heard of my family, know not to touch me."

Everyone, including the guy, left it at that.

"Many Muslim groups are in favor of minimalism.  They avoid depictions 
of the human form.  But, also avoid decadence.  Simple homes, simple 
lives, poor and charitable intentions.  There is nothing more 
minimalist than nudism."

"It's not as rare as you think for Muslims.  Some women are naked under 
their burqas.  Some wear skimpy lingerie, and all are free to do as 
they please at home in the presence of their close family.

"There are even stories from Mohammed's time about his wives going 
naked or without their scarves for battle.  Even having sex and going
to the bathroom out in public."

"You're kidding."  One guy said.

"No, I'm not.  The order I am in for nudist Muslim girls is called 
Benaat al Aisha; which means Daughters of Aisha.  Aisha, may Allah be 
pleased with her, refers to two women, one of which was wife of 
Mohamed, the other was a friend of that wife.  The second Aisha was 
Aisha bint Talha was the wife of a son of Omar".

"The Prophet, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, had a turbulent 
life.  At times they were wealthy, and at times they were poor.  
Sometimes, they could not afford the necessary clothing.  And, they 
couldn't afford the necessary facilities for restrooms and bedrooms.  
So, they often had to resort to going to the bathroom, or even having 
sex in public!"

Batool let everyone pause to absorb this.

"There is even one story of a neighbor complaining about Mohammed's 
wives defecating on his lawn!"

Everyone laughed lightly, trying to be gentle.

"There are also many stories of his wives and friends refusing to wear 
viels, Aisha bint Talha is known to of told Mohamed:

	"Since the Almighty hath put on me the stamp of beauty, it is 
	my wish that the public should view the beauty and
	thereby recognized His grace unto them. On no account, 
	therefore, will I veil myself."

"The Prophet's wife Aisha was his youngest, and some say favorite, 
wife.  They were betrothed before she was mature, and married when she 
was barely of age.  She, at times, would refuse to wear her veil.  
Before they married, Mohamed refused to let his wives expose more than 
a slit for their eyes.  Afterwords, he softened."

"Some time, after Mohamed died, a battle broke out between factions of 
the Muslim tribes.  Aisha led one side as a general, refusing to wear 
viels at the time so she could see and move freely, she rode the back 
of a camel commanding the troops."

"And, by wearing this bracelet, I have more protection from harassment 
than even fully dressed women without an absolute bracelet."

Some of the students smiled at that, both girls and guys.  I looked 
closer at Batool, this non-pubescent girl.  Her waif-like stature 
betrayed a girl of beauty and alien wisdom.  Her soft body was begging 
to be hugged and protected.  But, her muscles were tight, as if ready 
to attack.  Her long, ebony hair laid gently on her back.  Her brown 
eyes were ready to smile.  Her small, chocolate nipples looked soft.  
Her hairless labia betrayed a pink patina with gentle flesh sticking 
out.

"Everyone, don't you have any questions for Batool?  She came across 
town to speak with us."  Ms. Cagle asked.

"What about Muslim boys?" One girl asked.

"Muslim boys avoid nudism, for good reason.  They are forbidden to 
masturbate.  So, they would be unable to remain safe and healthy as 
nudist.  They are much more sensitive to any stimulation.  One of my 
brothers tried it once, he lasted about 10 minutes before he was 
running to get dressed."

"But, do they do their time in the program?"

"Sure, but very carefully."  Batool winked to the girl as the said this.

"Why bother with the steps at all?  Can't you do whatever you like in 
this country?"  A boy asked.

"Yes.  But, you give up more than your clothes when you do that.  I 
would be exiled from certain parts of the community.  By following 
these steps, I can remain who I am and go where I please."

"How long have you been a nudist?"  Ms. Cagle asked.

"All of my life."

"Do you intend to ever stop?"  Tammy asked.

"I haven't made up my mind."  Batool replied, blushing.

"What about the other things Mohamed did?  Didn't he set the 
traditions for Islam which have often been interpreted violently?  How 
can you balance what you are doing with what Islam means to some 
people?"

"We can't just a time different from our own.  We can't really judge 
the people around it.  Islam is peace.  Perhaps god gave Mohamed the 
Koran because he needed it the most; his life was the most wrong.  We 
don't know.  Taking a bad example is never good, even if it comes from 
the Prophet of god.  The middle east is a crazy place, we can only
guess at why.  Most blame poverty, some the excess number of single men,
some even blamed leaded gasoline which is still used on some of those
countries."

"Allah loves for us to accept unity in diversity and accept diversity 
in unity and consider this as an element of enrichment and mutual 
benefit, even if the prophet did not."

"What about some of the scary stories you hear about being a Muslim 
girl?" A girl asked.

"Like what, exactly?"  Batool asked.

"Like female circumcision".  The girl said back.

"Unfortunately, some stories are true.  Even in this country.  But, 
thankfully my family, my future daughters, and myself, don't have to 
worry."  Batool smiled, spread her legs and pulled her lips apart for 
everyone to see her uncracked, uncut, unblemished hazel and pink 
cathedral arch.

Several students sighed.

"Female circumcision isn't necessarily a bad thing.  Most of the time,
all it is is removing the clitoral hood so that the clitoris is more exposed.
I'm sure many women wasted their lives unable to enjoy a man's touch
because of too much skin.  But, because of the high percentage of other
more thorough forms of circumcision and the high risk, it is banned in
most of the world."

"When have you felt awkward, being a Muslim nudist and all?"  A boy 
asked.

"I feel awkward whenever anyone does, except at prayer.  The imams make
me pray either with the women or in the back of the mosque.  So as not
to distract the men behind me from their prayers."

Everyone laughed.

"Is all you do to avoid periods take shots?" Tammy asked.

"No, I also diet.  Keeping your weight down helps delay puberty."

"What about girls which start puberty anyway?  Or, grow hair anyway?" A 
girl asked.

"They get withdrawn from school and are home-schooled.  But believe me, 
many girls would hide those facts just to stay with their friends."

"Do you miss anything?" A boy asked.

"I'm a girl.  I want to dress up sometimes.  I guess I'll have to wait 
and only do that in the privacy of my own home."

Everyone laughed.

"Now, everyone.  Batool needs to go to another class.  Please give her 
a round of applause!"

Everyone stood up and gave her applause and she left the room.

"Will she be back later?" One girl asked.

"She will be back for each of my classes today.  But, she doesn't go to 
this school so you probably will not see her again except around town." 
 Ms. Cagle responded.

"Can I contact her?"  The same girl asked.

"Let me see what I can do."  Ms. Cagle replied.

With that, an announcement rang and I was told to go to the nurses 
office.

"Oh boy." Was all I could say as Tammy let go of my cock.

I stood up and waddled to the door, completely erect, getting a few 
snickers from my class-mates.

As I walked to the nurses office the school passed around me in a haze. 
 I was too sober for this, I thought.

I walked into the nurses office.  She was sitting at her desk 
completely naked.

"Hi James, have a seat on the table there." She said to me in an 
official sounding voice.

"You haven't had anything to drink have you?"  She asked.

"No ma'am."

"Good, let me check"  With that she came forward and gave me a deep 
kiss.

"Nope, no alcohol.  Glad to see you're being a good boy.  Your mom 
called and asked us to check on you."

"You're kidding?"

"Nope, she said you shouldn't drink alcohol during school hours"

"Oh"

"So, why are you sober?  You're getting quite the reputation."

"My girlfriend asked me to stop."

"Really?  Well, in any case, is there anything I can do for you?"  She 
said, smiling, eyeing my erect cock.

I looked at her and thought.  I had had sex so many times, I couldn't 
think of anything new, couldn't think of anything original, I had a 
rock hard hard-on and I didn't know what to do with it.

"What do you enjoy doing the most?  What have you not done recently?"  
I asked her.

"Well, I enjoy pussy while a cock is fucking it, while my pussy is 
being fucked and licked.  But, we can't do that with just the two of 
us.  It has been a while since I was fucked outside of my office, you 
want to go for a walk?"

"Sure", I said, jumping off of the table with my cock wagging.

With that she grabbed my cock and a blanket and lead me towards the 
door, putting a sign on her door to read be right back.

She turned to the left, and walked down the hallway; exiting the front 
door of the school.  We walked past the parking lot, to the sign in 
front of the school.

She let go of my cock long enough to put the sign in front of it.

Come here, she laid down and beckoned towards me.

I laid down on top of her, starting slowing and fucking her gently.  I 
almost jumped out of my skin the first time a car honked.  I looked up 
and saw somebody waving out of a SUV.

She smiled as I sped up, encouraged by the passers by.  Some even 
stopped to look, taking pictures.  I think I have a new fuck spot for 
the two girls, I thought.

She came like a rock slide, bumping and banging getting louder, from a 
low tumble to a scream.  I came as the bell rang.  She hugged and 
kissed me one last time, panting as we caught our breath.

"Thank you, lover boy"

"Thank you."

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School went by both fast and slow.  Time was different when you weren't 
drunk, which was fine with me.  The tests were boring, the other 
classes were study time.  Everyone was stressed out and in their own 
little worlds, and didn't want to talk.  I was relaxed and in my own 
little world, and didn't want to talk.

In PE we didn't even get shower time.

After school the parking lot emptied like sick bowels.

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After school I went to the study lab.  I was alone at first, alone for 
the first time in days.  I sat down at a desk and started to try to 
catch my breath.  I leaned over on a desk and tried to go to sleep 
until I heard her.

Ms. Cagle came in and didn't sit down.  "Ready James?"

"Aren't we going to wait for Tammy?"  I asked back.

"Yes, OK."  She replied.  She came by and sat in the desk next to me.

"So, did you think about what I brought up today?"

"T-Shirt and panties day?"

"No silly, the new desks and classes."

"Oh, not really, I would like to see how it works out."

"Well, let me tell you James.  We are one of several test schools.  
They've designed a set of classes and given them to us."

"OK?"

"So, we have a few new classes built, all in the same style.  Lots of 
indirect sun-lights, desks which can be arranged for two or more, desks 
which are easy to clean, showers in each class.  There's even a washing 
machine for the chairs, kind of like a giant dishwasher."

"Why not have everyone on the floor?" I asked, trying to sound 
intelligent.

"Some of the schools are trying that, everything in soft tatami like 
floors.  Other schools are trying out-door picnic like settings.  
Others are trying one room school arrangements with all of the students 
in pews."

"Sounds complicated"

"Yeah, it's fun to watch them clean off the pews or the tatami mats" 
she smirked.

"Why us?"

"No reason, just our turn for something like this.  Oh, hello Tammy." 
Ms. Cagle said, noticing the girl at the door.

"You didn't start without me?"  She asked.

"No, we are going for a field trip today.  Come on."

With that Ms. Cagle wrote a message on the door which read "Gone to new 
wing" and walked away.

Tammy and I followed her holding hands.

We had to go under "area closed" tape, set up like police tape across 
the hallway.

The difference was immediately obvious.  The doors on the classes were 
wider, to let things be moved in and out easier, the classes were very 
bright.  There were skylights ever almost every desk, I'm not sure why 
they didn't make it one big sunroof.

I asked and Ms. Cagle replied "We want it bright but not warm.  Don't 
want students falling asleep after the classwork."

Tammy giggled.

The floor was dusty, and felt strange under my bare feed.  Ms. Cagle 
noticed and invited us all to go wash off our feet in the showers in 
one corner of the room.  "They haven't finished cleaning up in here.  
It takes a while for new construction to settle."  Tammy sprayed both 
of us, getting a shriek from Ms. Cagle.  "Put that down, we don't have 
towels!"

"Sorry."  Tammy replied.

"Aren't they worried about having showers everywhere?  Doesn't that 
lead to fungus?" Tammy asked.

"Well, that's when you only have small showers with lots of people in 
dark moist areas.  If you let the showers dry and breathe, have lots of 
light, and don't have much traffic, the fungi don't build up."

"Over here" Ms. Cagle said

"In another corner of the room the new desks were stacked up.  The 
chair and desks where separate, the chairs were wider than normal.

"Here, look at this strip on the side."  Ms. Cagle pointed out.  And 
then, took another chair next to the first and they stuck together.

"Strong magnets, you can build as big a chair, bench, or bed as you 
like using these, the desks don't do the same though, they have latches
instead."

"Won't the magnets hurt computers?"  I asked

"Computers?  Since the magnets are in the chairs and not the desks they 
won't be affected.  Computers in here will mainly be for reading."

"Here, let's put the chairs in a square", she said.  And with that, we 
started building a great big square with the chairs locking together, 
an empty space in the middle.

"See, makes round the room sessions much more cozy."  She said.

"How can you make them into beds?" Tammy thought to ask.

"Just put them in rows and columns, making a bigger surface.  There 
will be futons for six desks in a 2x3 block."

"What else is in here?  Where is the teachers desk?", Tammy asked

"Not much else really.  You can pull down outlets from the ceiling.  
Wireless internet will be set up.  The other big draw will be the 
cleaning equipment which isn't set up yet.  Students will clean their 
desks after each class and mop the floor.  The desks double as massage tables
when put in a row."

"Why?" I asked

"To keep the next class from sticking to the chairs, silly".

"What about the teachers desk?"  Tammy asked again.

"Don't have it yet.  Right now they're planning on having a big futon 
like couch in the front.  I'm rooting for a desk like the one I got 
today." She replied.

"What's that thing over there?"  Tammy said, pointing towards a 
contraption in the third corner.

"That is only in here for storage.  Put it together and you have a 
gynecologists table."

"Oh, ...yeah.", Tammy said blushing, pulling me to her tighter.

"So, what do you think?" Ms. Cagle asked.

"It's not as different as I expected.  It will be fun though." I said.

"Yeah" Tammy replied absently, looking at the gyno table.

"So, want to have the first fuck in the room?  Ms. Cagle said, putting 
more 'chair's in the square we built and grabbing two futon-like 
mattresses.

"Yeah!" Tammy yelled, pulling off her sweatshirt revealing two recently 
pierced nipples.

"When did you get those?" I asked, getting Ms. Cagle's attention.

"Last night, do you like them?" Tammy asked

"Hell Yes."

"Is that why you were wearing that silly sweatshirt."  Ms. Cagle said.

"Yes, to keep them clean.  Didn't you think my shirt was sexy though?"

"It was cute", was all Ms. Cagle replied.

With that, Ms. Cagle laid down and spread her legs, "come get me"

Tammy took the head of the bed, placing her legs on each side of Ms 
Cagle's head.  Getter her return of the licking she gave this morning.

I took my cue and leaned forward on Ms. Cagle's legs, pushing my cock 
into her ready pussy.  We fucked like squirrels (how do squirrels fuck, 
anyway?)  We came over and over, fucked over and over, until none of us 
could move.

After we cuddled for a while, Tammy took the lead and got up and 
showered, being gentle with her new piercings.  I joined her and licked 
her entire body, tasting the juices of all three of us in different 
places.  Ms. Cagle was last.

After we finished, we had no soap or towels so we decided to go out the 
back door of the class to dry in the sun as we walked back to our 
homes.  Ms. Cagle got in the final request of the day:

"Next time James, bring a boy in addition to Tammy."

"Yes ma'am!"

After a real shower at home, I left to go to Elizabeth's.

==== ====

It was raining when Kimiko rang the doorbell.  I didn't want to see her 
by then.  Elizabeth asked me to get it.  After I got to the door, for 
some reason I asked "who is it?"

Kimiko quickly replied "Open the stupid door James-Boy, you drunk or 
something?  You know who it is and it's ccold!"

After she came in she quickly took off her overcoat and looked at me 
for a place to put it.  

"Here" I said, taking her coat from her and hanging it up.  To my 
surprise, she was fully dressed in a conservative black business suit.  
Noticing my surprise she quickly gave me a hug and said:

"What, you were hoping I would be in my mini-skirt or naked?"

"Sort of..." was all I could reply.

"It's hard to take a naked person seriously.  Don't worry, I don't have 
on anything beneath it." She said matter of factly.  "Where's 
Elizabeth?"

"This way please.  She's in the living room."  I said.

"Lizzy must be moving up in the world.  Having you as a butler and 
all..."

"Shut up.  This isn't the time."  My glare kept her from saying any 
more.

We got to the living room and Elizabeth was flipping through the 
channels, trying to pretend she didn't care what was coming.  When she 
'heard' us she perked up and said with her warmest, fakest voice:

"Oh hi Kimiko, how are you?"

Elizabeth had 'changed'.  She had thrown on T-Shirt and shorts.  I 
guess she felt the same as Kimiko in that naked people can't be taken 
seriously.
 
Why was I the only naked person in this group of exhibitionists?

"I'm well."  Kimiko answered.

We shot the shit for a few minutes.  I took more than a few ribbings 
from these two.  I'd only known them for a week but they seemed to 
think to know everything.

After the small talk died down, Kimiko started quickly.

"Why doesn't your uncle want to work with us?" Kimiko prodded.

"What do you mean?  It's because you want to run him out of business." 
Elizabeth spat back.

"Is that what he thinks?  He won't even talk to us, how can he say 
something like that?"

"What do you think, Kimiko?  We've seen it all before.  A chain store 
comes in, forcing all of the independents out of business.  Expecting 
everyone to bow to them."

"And what makes you think we are that kind of company?"  Kimiko said.

Elizabeth didn't respond.

"I'm here to ask for help Elizabeth.  I hope you will hear me out."

"Fine, say whatever you want."

"We just want a store in that part of town, and a few others.  We want 
to work with the businesses there to grow, but we are only getting 
static."

"Yeah, they want to keep their businesses, not lose them." Elizabeth 
retorted.

"I'm here to ask your help in their keeping their businesses.  Right 
now they sound more afraid of the 'Asian-Invasion' than of being real 
business people." Kimiko implored.

"I'm listening."

"We want a store in that part of town and others.  If necessary, we 
will build a store.  But, Boozer's Boy is already established there.  
It would be strange fighting them, but we would.  A better option would 
be to buy Boozer's, but we can't easily afford that right now.  We 
would rather spend the money elsewhere in new markets.  So, the best 
option would be to sell your uncle a franchise license for $30K a year"

"What the fuck?  Is that some kind of pay off to keep you all from 
putting him out of business?" I yelled at Kimiko, speaking for the 
first time.

"It's not like that, James" She replied, using my name for once.

"What is it then?" I asked

"Let me ask Elizabeth a question, how much does your uncle spend on 
marketting each year?"

"I'm not going to answer that, you know I can't".  Elizabeth said.

"Fine, let me guess.  I would say about $40K a year.  If I told your 
uncle we could do all of his marketing for only $30K a year, he would 
think we were insane.  But, the franchise fees include all of that.  
Includes more and better marketing than he could ever do.  Marketing 
is one of the places where it pays to team up.  Do you want to know why 
we want a store in your neighborhood?"  Kimiko continued

"Why?" Elizabeth asked

"Because the marketing is already done.  If you look at a map of our 
stores and the areas they cover there's a donut with a hole in it,
your area.  All of the city is covered in the Boozums advertising
and with Boozum's stores.  Except for your uncles area.  We have no
reason to stay out of that area.  The marketing and the demand 
research is already done.  All we have to do open a store and the
business will start flowing.  At this point, we would only stay out
for a partner." 

"But then he would lose his identity, his control, why would anyone 
want that?"

"His store would lose it's name, but it wouldn't lose it's identity.  
He isn't really attached to the name "Boozer's Boy" is he?  It would 
still be his store, his decorations, his people, his ownership.  We 
would share suppliers and a name and other things.  We get better deals 
on everything.  What about insurance, does your uncle offer his 
employees insurance?"

"No, he can't it costs too much." Elizabeth replied.

"Right, but partnering with a company the size of Boozums, he can 
afford insurance for everyone if he likes.  And financing, what kind of 
rates does he get?"

"He doesn't borrow money." Elizabeth said.

"He should.  We know he wants to remodel, we know he wants to open 
another store."

"The rates are never worth it.  And, mortgaging the company would break 
his heart."

"Elizabeth", Kimiko replied, "we could open you a store if you wanted, 
when you turn 21 of course.  We have access to all the money in the 
world.  But, we can't find people to use it fast enough.  We need 
managers and store owners who will work with us.  We're not asking him 
to mortgage anything.  We have access to real money.  We can do bond 
issues or preferred stock issues to get him whatever rate he wants.  We 
could even give James a job."  Kimiko replied, sticking her tongue out 
at me.

"But, you all are so aggressive."

"It's easy to seem aggressive when surrounded by sheep.  Yes, he will 
be giving up a small amount of control, but gaining a lot in it's 
place.  You can't rest on your laurels, Elizabeth.  You have to keep
moving." Kimiko replied.

Elizabeth was silent, thinking, holding on my hand still.  "OK, but 
what if it doesn't work out for us?"

"Us?  He finishes his year as a franchise, then takes down our sign and 
puts his own back up.  Refinancing anything he borrows through us, of 
course.  You and my family will talk whenever you are ready."  Kimiko
replied.

Elizabeth thought again, then looked at me.  "What do you think I 
should do James?"

"I don't know, it sounds too good to be true."  And, I think this is 
the first time I've heard Kimiko speak in complete sentences...

"Yeah, I'll have to talk to my uncle."

"You mean that?"  Kimiko wondered.

"Yeah, why?"

"That's all I wanted.  My family tried to speak with him.  But he 
wouldn't.  We were hoping that we could get you to open a channel for 
us."  Kimiko said.

"I can do that, anything you want me to say?"  Elizabeth asked.

"Just what I've told you.  Whenever he is ready, we can show him 
everything in writing.  Just have him call this number, and at that 
Kimiko pulled a business card for her father out of her blouse.

"That number goes direct, not even a secretary answers."  Kimiko said.

"OK.  I have to warn you though, he always fucks his business 
partners." Elizabeth replied, shaking the card at her.

"Shouldn't be a problem" Kimiko replied back smiling.  Leaving me to 
wonder what my mom had gotten into.

We sat there for a while, absorbing everything that had just been said.
Finally, Kimiko spoke up.

"Now that that's settled, got anything to eat?  I'm starving.  And I 
don't mean you, for now, James-Boy."

"We were going to order pizza, want some?"

"Sure, where from?"

"Buddies Pizza"

"Oh, cool, tell them Kimiko is with you and they'll give us freebies"

"Freebies?"

"Yeah, just trust me."

"James?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yeah, OK."  I called into the pizza place with my cell phone.  When 
they heard I was with Kimiko they said the pizza would be here in 15 
minutes.

"Pizza's on it's way."  I told the girls.

Kimiko looked at me and pouted.  "Can I get out of this suit?  It's 
starting to itch."

I thought she would never ask.  I walked up to her and she turned 
around, lifting up her hair.  I found the zipper easily.  True to her 
word, she was wearing nothing underneath.  Two or three other papers 
fell out of her clothes as the fabric fell off of her.

After she was out of the suit, she folded it neatly and tucked in the 
papers.  Then looked at Elizabeth.

"Are, you going to get out of that outfit Missy?  You look like an
ompa-loompa."

Elizabeth laughed and stripped, doing a dance for us in the process.

"OK James-Boy, on the couch in the middle, you two are mine tonight."  
Kimiko said.

I sat down, not sure what to make of Kimiko making orders.

She started giving orders slowly, I was to kiss Elizabeth here or 
there.  Touch her here or there, she was to touch me over there.  We 
were just started to get warmed up when the doorbell rang.

"Don't move, I'll get this one."  Kimiko said.

Elizabeth and I stayed posed on the couch while Kimiko got the door.

"Should she be answering the door naked?" I asked

"James, you really aren't with the times.  People normally answer the 
door naked any more.  Pizza boy's don't even flinch."

"What do you mean they don't flinch?  Does that mean you answer the 
door naked?" I said, grabbing her tighter.

"Of course, they used to give a discount until everyone started doing 
it."

Kimiko returned with a big bag of food, not sure if there was a pizza 
in there or not.

"Wow" was all I could say.

"Food's up perverts!"  Kimiko yelled.

With that Elizabeth and I got up and digged in.  I haven't seen so much 
food from a delivery place in a long time.

"How much did all of this cost?"

"Cost?  Nothing, my grandfather helped fund Buddie's when they started 
and he's always appreciated that."

"Wow."

"You've been saying wow a lot tonight, haven't you James-Boy.  Sit 
down, and let us ladies do our jobs."

And I sat back down in the middle of the couch, and Elizabeth and 
Kimiko pulled the coffee table closer.  Once the table was close enough 
for me to reach, each sat down beside me, and folded her legs over 
mine, spreading my legs to make room for both sets."  They'd obviously 
done this before.

Here I was, naked with two naked girls sitting in my lap, one's legs 
across each of my legs.  After I wrapped an arm around each one, they 
started to work.

Kimiko reached into the pizza box, pulled out a piece,  took a bite, 
then gave me a bite.  Elizabeth reached in and got some bread sticks, 
dipped them, took a bite, then gave me a bite.  They fed each other.  
As they would get a free hand, they would reach down and give my cock a 
stroke.  As their lips would get free, they would give me or each other 
a kiss.  They kept this up until none of us could move.

"So, how long have you two been friends?"

"As long as we can remember.  We went to the same pre-school and 
kindergarten.  It wasn't until our families met that we ever had 
problems.  Isn't that funny?"

"Is this why you aren't on the cheer-leading squad, Elizabeth?  I had 
though it was something to do with the head cheerleader here?"

"No, I'm no match for Lizzy" Kimiko replied "She and I split up 
activities because we were tired of our families putting themselves in 
awkward situations."

"Nothing can ruin a trophy like getting a 'That is nice dear.  We are 
going home'" Elizabeth replied.

"Or, not being allowed to go to the celebration party." Replied Kimiko

"Yeah."  Elizabeth said.

We fell asleep like that.  Cuddling on the couch, chatting idly, 
bellies full.

We woke up later that night, my arms had fallen asleep.  When I tried 
to fix them both girls woke up.  Elizabeth moaned and stood up.  Pulled 
us both off of the couch and led us to bed.

"I've got to go home." I said, trying to wake up.

"No can do, you're ours tonight, and I got your mom to agree"  
Elizabeth said

"You're not getting away that easily, James-Boy" Kimiko said and 
grabbed my ass.

We slept most of the night, occasionally we woke up and fucked.  My 
first time with Kimiko was on Elizabeth's bed while she slept next to 
us, hard to believe.

I don't count it as a three-some.  Although there were three of us in 
the same bed and some of us were fucking.  We weren't all three fucking 
at the same time.  One of us would watch or sleep while the other two 
went at it.

We'll have to save the three-some for another time.

For some reason, I dreamed I was being fucked by money.  And I was 
enjoying it.

==== End of day 4 ====