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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story  1/8 (fm voy exhib mast) 
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This story is a follow up to the series "Carl Naked in School,"
which you may want to read first. Before you read that, you might
want to seek out Karen Wagner's excellent story, "Karen Naked in
School," which was the inspiration for my efforts. 

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Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story (fm voy exhib mast) 1/8

I've seen the journal Carl kept about his week "in the barrel,"
as it has come to be called at Central High - the week a student
has to spend in the nude. As you may have noticed, I'm
prominently featured in it. I thought you might be interested in
my side of the story. 

Not that I have any serious issues with Carl's version. I think
he did wonderful job. Oh, he made me seem awfully "giggly," at
times. It seems every third paragraph I'm giggling. I do not
"giggle." Ick! 

Not that I'm given to big belly laughs! I'm afraid that's just
not my style. But I don't giggle! It's more of a chuckle. 

Anyway, the week that Carl spent naked in school marked a huge
turning point in my life, too, as you might guess. 

As he indicated, we're two of the "bright" kids, and boy, do I
hate the way they categorize kids these days. 

Okay, I'm good at math and science, and maybe I catch on to some
of the academic stuff faster than some of the other kids, but
Stephanie (you remember her from Carl's journal?) is a marvelous
musician, while I can't even play chopsticks on the piano we have
at home. And there's a guy named Steve Winter who's a wizard at
fixing cars, but he doesn't read well because of dyslexia, which
puts him on the non-college track, which I think is unfair. 

People are smart in different ways. 

But anyway, getting back to myself and Carl - and I love to get
back to Carl. He's my favorite topic of conversation, I admit.
I've had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. He hardly
knew I existed for the longest time. Honestly, boys can be so
dumb! 

Not that I'd thrown myself at him. I mean, I'm not that kind of
girl. 

Okay. I'm shy. When he actually asked me out to the movies that
first time I was practically a gibbering idiot. I didn't know
what to wear. I worried about what we'd talk about. I didn't know
what I'd do if he tried to kiss me! Which he didn't, much to my
relief, and my disappointment. 

So, when he came out of Miss Mitchell's office naked, well, you
could have knocked me over with a feather! I'd heard about the
program, too, but didn't really believe all I heard, of course.
You learn that fast in high school. So seeing him all naked,
right there in school, with an erection you could hang your coat
on - well, that was a shocker, I can tell you! 

Truthfully, I'd never seen a man, or a mature boy like Carl
naked, ever before in my life, even though I have an older
brother and a father. I suppose Jim, my brother, saw me naked
when I was a little girl getting my diaper changed, but he's four
years older than me, so by the time I was old enough to remember
anything he was old enough to be modest. 

And my parents were pretty modest, too, or at least I always
thought so, until - but that comes later. 

I'd never seen daddy naked, and even mom was pretty discrete,
though we'd had the usual "facts of life" talk when I started to
develop, with a little bit of "show and tell" on her part. And
Michelangelo's "David" was a source of fascination when I was
about 12, I remember.  

So there was poor Carl, naked as a jaybird, blushing from head to
toe as he fled to his first period class. He brushed past me
without a glance, but all I could do was stare. I had no idea a
man's penis got so big! Just the sight of it made me go all weak
in the knees, I tell you! 

So I was really looking forward to the first class I shared with
him, which was French with Mademoiselle Duclos, so I could study
this whole phenomenon in greater detail. It was purely scientific
interest. 

NOT! The sight of his - his hardon - there, I've said it -
hardon. 

Hardon, hardon, hardon. 

Well, the sight of that did things to my insides that I'd never
felt before! 

Oh, I'd had sex ed, of course, so I knew the theory, and the
dangers of unprotected sex and all that. And a friend of mine had
found one of her mom's books that had some pretty graphic
drawings, but I'd never seen it in living color, so to speak. 

In my first period biology class that day the teacher explained
the program a bit, and even went into the problems men have if
they're aroused for a long period of time without relief. So when
Carl walked into second period French still stiff as a board, I
wasn't surprised when he admitted he needed relief. 

Well, maybe I was a little surprised. I mean, to have to
masturbate, right there in front of the whole class - I mean, I'd
absolutely die! I'm glad girls don't have the same problem boys
do with prolonged arousal! 

I was in a total swivet, I can tell you. There's my heart-throb
up there, blushing like a fire engine, stroking his dick. I was
dying for him, while I was fascinated and horny - at least I
think that was what I was feeling - at the same time. I had this
crazy itch in my crotch and it was all I could do to keep my
hands on my desktop instead of trying to scratch it! 

Would you believe that I'd never diddled myself? Well, no, I
didn't really think you would believe that, but it's almost true.
Oh, I'd rubbed myself down there, of course. Sometimes after I
peed I'd take a long time wiping myself, I admit. But I'd never
really done it seriously, and I'd never put anything up inside
myself, except tampons, and they don't count. 

And then Carl started squirting semen into the tissues
Mademoiselle Duclos handed him, and I wanted to lap it up! I was
shocked at myself! 

After class, poor Carl was walking all alone to math, while
everyone stared at him, and he looked so woebegone I had to catch
up to him. I'm like that - always taking care of the world's
strays. I don't know how many baby birds I tried to rescue as a
kid, until Daddy finally got it through my thick skull that
either they'd be all right or they wouldn't - that was the way of
the world. Our house suffered through an endless parade of stray
cats and dogs, thanks to me. 

Anyway, he seemed awfully glad to have someone to walk with, and
I was glad to do it. I mean, aside from the fact it got my
maternal instincts perking to comfort the afflicted, I also was
happy to be with him `cause of my crush on him, too. And then, I
admit, it gave me a chance to study a naked boy close up, though
I was really careful not to let him see me doing it. 

He was hard again of course, after what Mademoiselle Duclos did
to him. I thought that was really mean of her to use him as a
living model while she taught us French slang! And the way she
touched him, well, that was really uncalled for. I know she's
French, and maybe they're more open about this stuff over there,
but this is America, after all! 

If you think objectively about it, naked boys look pretty weird
with all that equipment hanging down there, all out in the open.
Girls are much tidier. 

But then, when it comes to sex, any kind of thinking, objective
especially, pretty much goes out the window, doesn't it? My
powers of reasoning were pretty much inoperative when I was just
talking to any boy. Now, with Carl, it was even stranger because
I had this crush on  him - and I'll try not to keep saying that,
but it's true, I do have a crush on him. 

Except, now I think it's turned into something more. But that's
for later in my story. 

Anyway, here he was, right beside me, totally naked, except for
his shoes and socks. And he had this hardon that just demanded
attention, I tell you. When I wasn't watching it myself, I was
noticing how everyone looked at it while trying not to look like
they were looking at it. Boys and girls both, that is, were
looking. 

It was pretty impressive, I thought, not that I had anything to
compare it to. It was proud! I mean, anchored in this bush of
pale red hair it stuck out like the bow sprit of a ship. The
shaft was pale, ribbed with veins. The cap was rounded, sort of
pink, with a little slit at the tip that kept seeping this clear
stuff. 

I kept having this crazy urge to wrap my hand around his cock -
there, I said that, too - cock, cock cock. I wanted to grab it
and just hold it! It was crazy! We'd never even held hands, and I
wanted to grab his cock! 

Below it, though I couldn't really see too well walking beside
him, was a dusky sort of sack that had his testicles in it, I
knew. I wondered what that would feel like, too. 

Well, I know I'm into biology and chem, and I'm thinking of
becoming a doctor, but this whole scene was opening up new vistas
for me. I was seeing boys, or at least Carl, in a whole new
light. It's easy to understand why they're so obsessed with sex,
with that thing constantly there to remind them. 

It seems to have a mind of its own, because I'm sure Carl would
have preferred it to just lie down and be quiet. But no, it had
to stand up and salute everyone in sight. 

So, when Miss Gallison stuck Carl up there in the front of the
class, it did give me another good look at the equipment, so to
speak. And when she asked for suggestions on math exercises we
could do, well, my hand went up. 

I couldn't help it! I absolutely HATE it when a teacher asks a
question or asks for volunteers and everyone sits there like a
dunce. 

I don't think Carl appreciated it very much, though. I cringed
when Miss Gallison got out a tape measure and measured his penis.
I know she's a lesbian, of course. Everyone does, but she's a
super teacher and has never hit on any of the girls, so that's a
non issue, as they say. And I wish that could be said about all
the male teachers at Central, but it can't. Ick! 

And then that - that - that - that asshole.... Well, I'm sorry,
but that's what Freschetti is! He's always sneering that girls
don't belong in the sciences. I mean, he is positively
Neanderthal! It's like he never heard of Marie Curie or Lisa
Meitner and the like or something! 

Anyway, that asshole Freschetti opens his fat mouth! What a jerk.
Talk about testosterone overload! Sheesh! It served him right
that he had to reveal that the great jock had a dick the size of
a cocktail frank! Carl and I both enjoyed that, I can tell you! 

But I kinda felt bad about Carl having to stand up there while
all this went on, and I sort of added to his agony by
volunteering my suggestions. 

Those were the only classes Carl and I have together, darn it, so
I didn't see him for the rest of the day. He rides his bike to
and from school, and I walk, so sometimes he passes me, but I
guess he beat me out on Monday. 

I had a lot to think about, though. I mean, there's my dreamboat
showing his stuff all over school, stuff I'd not even dreamed of
seeing! I mean, I'm just not that kind of girl! 

And then, he's using the girls' locker room at gym? How would you
feel if your heart throb was consorting with a whole bunch of
naked girls in the shower? And anytime he needed relief he could
ask anyone to help, if he wanted to, which certainly did not make
me happy! If anyone gave him relief, it should be me. 

Only the thought of just touching him "down there" gave me the
absolute willies! 

I was - uhm interested - well, okay, fascinated to see him naked,
of course. But, at the same time, I knew he was going to be going
through hell for a whole week, so I ached for him at the same
time. 

I guess you could say I was seriously conflicted by the whole
situation. 

Naturally, I couldn't wait to see what went on on Tuesday, so I
wound up getting to school early. And, of course, I had to be
around by the entrance where Carl was supposed to undress. I
mean, where would you have been if the object of your crush was
stripping down naked in public? 

I was sort of lurking, peeking between people. Being short has
its disadvantages, but then, it makes it easier to hide, too,
because I didn't want Carl to know I was there. 

So I saw the whole unveiling process through a thicket of torsos
and elbows, I guess you could say. 

I like Carl's body! He's kind of skinny, I know, but swimming has
given him nice shoulders and pecs, and he has dreamy legs. His
butt is cute, too, nice and tight, and now that I'd seen it naked
I had this mad itch to grab it and squeeze it. 

But poor Carl. He was so embarrassed! He was hot pink, I tell
you. And then the girls started teasing him, and that was just
more than I could take. I felt I just had to do something to get
him out of that ring of cats. That's the only explanation I can
give for what I did next. 

I mean, what other reason can there be for me pushing my way
through the crowd, making that wisecrack about "It's not how much
you have that counts, it's how you use it." I mean, how in the
world should I know?! 

Schizo, that's what it was. It could only have been my evil twin
taking over. 

Not that Carl's cock is size impaired. Anything but, compared to
Freschetti's. So, I suppose I was defending Freschetti, that ape,
rather than Carl, but never mind, I was obviously not in my right
mind anyway. 

I took Carl's arm and led him away, and he came along as docile
as any stray I've ever handled. He thanked me, and I admitted
what I'd said had probably given everyone the impression that
we'd "done it," even though we were two of probably no more than
four virgins in the whole school at that point. 

And then, when he commented on that, I had to come out with "We
could prove `em right, you know," as I walked away, twitching my
tail like I was in heat or something! 

I can only blame my evil twin, hereinafter referred to as Myself.


And as for what happened in Math class, I throw myself on the
mercy of the court. Carl was asking for help with his
not-so-little problem, and you know me, teacher's pet, up goes my
hand to volunteer! 

I can't even blame Myself! Well, I didn't want someone else doing
him! I mean, I have this crush on him, remember? How could you
forget? 

So, the next thing I know, I'm up in front of the whole class
with a naked boy - Carl, to be specific - and I'm wrapping my
hand around his hardon! 

Jeepers! I'm STILL wondering how I could do that, even after
everything that happened the rest of that week!

His cock was hot, and it was hard, with his skin like satin
between my palm and his gristle. The head of it was softer, and
it was leaking the clear stuff - precum, he called it I found out
later. From a book I learned that it's a lubricant to make
insertion into the girl's vagina easier, and that it can contain
sperm cells, so don't think pulling out early can prevent
pregnancy, `cause it can't! 

I'd seen how he'd masturbated himself, of course, so I had a good
idea what to do, and I knew what to expect, too. I could have
taken the tissues Miss Gallison offered, but something inside me
said "this is special!" so I took out my own hanky. 

I felt his cock pulse, saw his gut tighten up and his thighs
flex, and caught every bit of his semen on my hanky! It smelled
musky, not bad, and I got some on my hand, of course. It was
sticky/slippery, and I carefully wiped it off, and folded my
hanky so it was all on the inside before I stuck it in the pocket
of my skirt. 

I haven't washed that hanky, and I never will! My mom says I'm a
total pack-rat, and maybe I am, but that hanky marks a real
milestone in my life! 

In spite of all that, I was nervous that I hadn't done it right.
So when he assured me I had, well, that made me feel proud! And
when he thanked me, and I said "Any time," I really meant it,
too, as you'll see later! 

That was pretty much it for Math class, except Freschetti made an
ass of himself again, as usual. I heard that he threatened Carl
later, too, but Miss Gallison caught him at it and he had to back
off. 

What a dork! 

I didn't see much of Carl on Wednesday. Well, I mean, I SAW him
of course in French and Math, but he didn't ask for relief, and
we walked from French class to Math together, of course. I heard
about the cheerleaders cheering him on as he undressed, and Peggy
Schwarz taking pictures that morning. I guess they all thought it
was funny, but I felt sorry for Carl. 

And then Carl gets paddled at lunchtime for not tattling on
Freschetti! I mean, how unfair is that? If he'd told on
Freschetti, Carl would have been pulped, if not by Freschetti
then by the rest of the football team! 

I didn't see the paddling, but I did hear it left Carl horny.
Funny what can turn a guy on, if you ask me. I heard, too, about
him getting masturbated by Stephanie in gym, at the pool, and I
was kind of jealous. But, at least it was Stephanie, not that
slut Marilyn who gave him a blow job in Civics on Tuesday! I
heard about THAT, too! 

Stephanie and me are kind of friends - not close friends, but
friends. She's really a sweet girl, and like I said, she's a
crackerjack musician. It's not her fault she's kind of fat. I
think Carl asked her to do it because he felt sorry for her. I'm
glad he did, in that case, but I was still a little jealous, I
admit. 

Anyway, Carl and I talked about it when we walked home together
that afternoon, so it's all right. Poor Carl, his butt was still
sore from the paddling, which was why he was walking his bike, I
guess. 

But I also vowed to myself that the next time Carl needed relief
he was going to get it from ME, and nobody else! I realized I was
beginning to talk to myself a bit too much, but Myself, my evil
twin that is, had become very assertive! 

Carl and I talked a little bit about his being naked, how Karen
Wagner was walking the streets naked, even. When Carl pointed out
that I might get sucked into the program I felt like I'd been
gut-punched. I'd been in denial on that, I guess, and to hear him
suggest it scared me. 

When he admitted he'd like to see me naked, though, that gave me
a funny-in-a-good-way feeling in my tummy, scary and exciting at
the same time. And I kind of liked the idea of seeing him walking
down the sidewalk naked, too. I guess maybe I was getting used to
seeing him naked in school and the change made it exciting. 

He got me thinking when he suggested I try going naked at home,
when no one is there. It gave me a tingle to think of it. Like I
said, my family is really modest. 

When I did get home, mom wasn't there and daddy was at work, of
course. Mom's a housewife, and don't you ever say "ONLY a
housewife"! You try managing a family some time and see how you
do! 

Anyway, according to her note, mom wasn't going to be back until
almost dinner time. I went up to my room and put my books on my
desk, still thinking of what Carl had suggested, and toyed with
the buttons of my blouse. 

I always change out of my school clothes, of course, into shorts
and the like. This time, after I took my blouse and skirt off and
hung them up and kicked off my shoes I hesitated, standing there
in my underwear. Then, I watched myself in the mirror in my room
as I took off my bra - which, I am reluctant to admit, I don't
really need. I mean, in the boob department I could be listed as
deprived! I'm barely a thirty-four B cup! Well, maybe I'm
exaggerating even that. 

Still, I've got something there. Maybe only a bit more than
Arnold Schwartzenegger, but softer, at least. 

Feeling a little shaky, I shoved my panties down and stepped out
of them, and there I was, wearing nothing more than my socks and
the cross on the chain around my neck. Skinny little me, I
thought. Five foot two, a hundred and three pounds, dripping wet.


I hadn't grown any in a year, so I figured this was it. I looked
like a kid! I didn't even come up to junior petite in the shops!
I was still buying stuff in the children's section! 

Not that fashion is a big interest of mine. I'm sort of a "little
joanie one note" when it comes to clothes.  

Don't even ask me how I compared with the girls in my gym class!
That was a sore point with me, one that Myself seemed to take
sadistic glee in reminding me of, I might add. 

Still, I was mature, physically. My period was regular, and only
a little crampy. I had boobs, modest as they were. I had pubic
hair, a little patch of brown to veil my labia. I had hips and a
waist, and nice legs, even if they were short. 

Dancing on one foot at a time, I tugged off my socks so I was
really, truly naked. Then I opened my bedroom door and ventured
timidly out, even though I knew I was the only one home, the
touch of the air making my nipples stiffen. 

The carpet was scratchy under my bare feet as I ventured
downstairs, aware of the windows, wondering nervously if anyone
could see in. I thought of being like this in school, with
everyone looking at me, and the tingle in my pussy grew stronger.


The kitchen floor was cold underfoot, and when I opened the
refrigerator to get a snack I felt cold air swirl around my legs.
The sun coming in the kitchen window was hot on my back and
bottom. I turned and moved, so it played over my breasts,
enjoying the warmth. 

I walked all over the house that way. I went downstairs to the
family room, sat on the daybed. I wandered around through the
dining room and into the living room. Through the living room
windows I saw people out on the street, but they didn't notice me
or couldn't see me, I guess. 

It was exciting to be naked! It was a little frightening. What if
someone came to the door right at that moment? But it felt free
and made me conscious of my whole body, too. Air was touching me
in places it usually didn't touch. 

I was even tempted to venture out into the back yard, but it
isn't really screened from the neighbors, so I chickened out on
that. 

Finally, I headed back upstairs and sat down at my desk, still
naked, to do my homework, enjoying the feeling of doing something
so normal while I was nude! 

I thought, too, of being naked at school, and could feel my
cheeks heating up. I couldn't! All those people looking at me?
I'd die. 

I have Carl's picture up on my mirror, of course, clipped out of
last year's yearbook. He was looking right at me! What would he
say, or do, if he saw me like this? I felt like I was going to
wet myself at the thought. 

My hand nested between my thighs and I pressed against myself -
my - my - pussy! Pussy, pussy, pussy! My finger slipped into my
slit and found my clitoris. I know all the fancy words, after
all! I pressed my clit against my pubic bone and the feeling
triggered flames all through me, and I pinched my nipples, making
them harder as I watched myself in the mirror. 

I'd never done it quite like this before, honest! I watched
myself in the mirror. I saw Carl watching me - well, his picture,
that is. My finger wiggled against my slippery little clit - I
could feel myself juicing up down there! 

I pressed harder, then let my finger slip lower, slip into my -
my - my CUNT. My cunt, my cunt, my CUNT!

And all of a sudden something marvelous was happening to me. It
was like waves of pleasure were sweeping over me, stronger than
anything I'd ever felt before. My pussy muscles were pulsing, my
tummy muscles were clenching, my thighs clamped around my hand. 

I had an image of Carl in my mind as it happened. He was naked,
stroking his hardon, and smiling at me as I was washed away in a
flood of pleasure that left me breathless and weak. 

For a long time all I could do was slump there at my desk while I
caught my breath. I felt all weak and soft, limp. 

I was still shaken to the core when I managed to get back to my
homework, once in a while looking up at Carl's picture, and
stroking myself between my thighs. 

Okay, stroking my pussy. I was stroking my pussy, and it felt
good, and I wasn't ashamed. 

I didn't dress until I heard mom's car in the driveway, and then
I just threw on my shorts and shirt, not bothering with
underwear! 



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