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"Beth Naked in School" is a continuation of the "Naked in School"
series that began with Karen Wagner's "Karen Naked in School."
You might want to start there. Then follow up with my first
contributions to the series, "Carl Naked in School," and "Carl
Naked in School - Beth's Story," before you start this tale. All
can be found in the ASSM archives.

Beth Naked in School 3/12 (f/m g exhib voy first) by Peregrinef

Monday afternoon/evening

"Mom should be at work until six," Carl explained as he unlocked
the door and let us into the quiet house. 

"What about Dee?" I asked. 

He shrugged. "She shouldn't be home until five. She almost always
has something at school. Do you want a snack?" 

I wanted something, but it wasn't milk and cookies. "Can we go up
to your room?" 

"Uh, sure, if you want." He put my book bag down there in the
hall, and led the way up the stairs. Inside I felt like I was
going to disintegrate, just crumble, but I knew I - I knew WE -
had to Do This! And pardon the capitals, but that was the way I
was thinking. You'll just have to put up with it. 

"Uh - here," he announced, as if I couldn't tell. Who but a boy
would have a poster of Princess Leia in her Jabba the Hutt slave
outfit pasted to the ceiling over his bed? 

Why did the sight of her in chains do such strange things to me?

I was pretty sure what the sight of Carrie Fisher in a skimpy
outfit and chains did to Carl! 

When he casually dropped his books on the bed, I carefully picked
them up and moved them to the desk, clearing the decks for
action, you might say, before turning back to him. He was
watching me curiously, a little shyly. 

"What do you think?" he asked nervously, when I didn't say
anything, meaning, I suppose, what did I think of his room.
Needless to say, that was not what I was thinking of at all. 

I closed the door before moving close to him and beginning to
unbutton his shirt. "I think you should undress me," I suggested,
my voice husky, my attention fixed straight ahead at the top
button of his shirt, avoiding meeting his eyes. I loved how much
taller he was than me. It made me feel small, and vulnerable, and
protected, too, all at the same time. 

"Are you...." 

"Sshhh." I put my finger to his lips, then went back to his
shirt. "I'm getting ahead of you," I pointed out. I was too
scared to tell him exactly what I wanted, but he was a high
honors student. He would be getting the idea soon, if he hadn't
already gotten it. 

He'd gotten it, all right. His fingers were trembling as much as
mine as he went for the buttons on my blouse, my plain, short
sleeved, cotton, button down oxford cloth nerd shirt. I felt the
air touch my chest more intimately as he opened the first button.


By then I was half way down his shirt, and paused a moment to
stroke my fingers over his chest before continuing on. Reaching
his belt, I tugged the shirt out of his jeans and finished
unbuttoning it. He had to stop working on mine as I shoved his
back off his shoulders and off, leaving  him topless. I put my
hands on his chest, feeling the heat of his body, the rise and
fall of his breathing, the drumming of his heart, as quick and
fast as my own pulse. 

For a moment I rested my cheek against him, his skin hot and
smooth against my face. 

As he finished my shirt I tackled his belt, and then I had to
pause while he pushed my shirt down my arms and off. The air
raised goose bumps on my torso. 

I knew the contrast between my oh-so demure blouse and my sexy
new underwear couldn't have been greater. His fingers brushed the
delicate black cups of my sexy new bra, making my nipples stand
at attention, trying to drill right through the lace. Then,
apparently he'd been watching closely as I'd dressed, because he
reached around me and deftly unfastened it.  

He bared my breasts and I shed the bra quickly, then undid the
button on his jeans, and ran the zipper down while his hands
toyed with my tits, making the breath catch in my throat.
Slipping out of his grasp, awkwardly, I knelt, drawing his jeans
down, conscious of his cock tenting out his jockey shorts
practically in my face. My gentle push sent him falling back on
to his bed so I could work him out of his shoes and socks. I
dragged his jeans off completely, leaving him in just his
underpants. 

As he sat there, leaning back on his elbows, looking a little
dazed, I stood, kicked off my own shoes and hastily got rid of my
skirt. Dancing on one foot, then the other, I dragged off my
socks, and then tackled him, tumbling to the bed with him, both
of us wearing only our underpants now. 

It certainly wasn't the first time we'd had such wonderful
skin-to-skin contact, but something about this time made it even
more wonderful, more exciting than the first time, when we'd
danced naked at the homecoming dance. 

We tried to devour each other with our kisses, and I ground
myself against his rock hard cock. The sun spilled over the bed,
warming us as we rolled together atop the soft covers.
Impatiently, I yanked at his underwear, dragging it down,
liberating his jutting hardon, and he shoved my panties down. 

With our feet we kicked them down each other's legs, kicked them
off and rolled together with nothing separating us now. I gripped
his cock, milking it while his hand toyed with my aching tits,
then he slid one hand down my belly and found the little fuzzy
nest of my pussy. 

He pushed me on to my back, and his lips found my breast. He
sucked on my tit, and it felt like my body was filling with warm
coals. Then his teeth nipped at my tender nipple and the coals
burst into flame. His hand toyed with my cunt. 

When I couldn't take any more, when his finger had stirred my
already simmering cunt to a full, rolling boil, I writhed on my
back, opening my legs wide to him, drawing him toward my ravenous
pussy. 

"Are you sure?" he asked fearfully, hovering over me. 

I put my finger to his lips again. "Shh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Now!
Don't talk. Do it now, NOW!" 

Before I lose my nerve, I added silently to myself. 

He moved over me, almost fearfully, as I made a cradle for him
with my thighs. Lowering his hips, he poked his cock blindly at
me and I reached down and guided his hot shaft to my welcoming
hole. 

"Unh!" I grunted as his prick eased its way into my tight,
virginal opening. Working my hips, I drew him closer with one
hand on his hot, smooth butt, still guiding his dick with the
other. 

"Ahhh." I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate his bulk. 

He was trembling as, gently, he worked his cock into me with
slowly deepening strokes. I felt a stinging, and then he was
driving deeper into me and I extracted my hand from between us to
grab his ass. I pulled him deep into me and finally his full
weight came down on me, pressing me into the mattress as his
pubic bone and mine ground together, turning my clit into a hot
paste of pure pleasure, his cock filling me. 

For a few moments we just lay there, tasting each other with lips
and tongue, his fingers stroking the sides of my neck and throat,
combing through my hair, my pony tail holder dislodged in the
tussle. I ran my hands down the smooth swimmer-muscles of his
shoulders and back. 

He was in me, deep inside me, plumbing the last of my secrets. I
had given myself to him, completely, and he had given himself
completely to me. I felt completed, not as if I'd lost something
but as if I'd found the last piece to the puzzle that was me. 

Then he began to move, stroking his cock in and out of me, and I
thought I was going to die with the feelings it gave me. My hips
rose to meet him as he filled me with his cock, stroke after
stroke setting me ablaze, hotter and hotter and hotter. 

He was too horny to last long, and I didn't try to slow him down.
Urging him on with wordless cries, I was clawing at his back,
trying to wrap him totally in my flesh as I felt his cumming, his
cock spasming and pumping in me. For a moment I thought I'd
missed my chance, but another thrust of my hips and I caught the
wave, my own body was wracked with orgasmic convulsions -
pulsing, pulsing, pulsing surges of pleasure washing through me,
finally fading to gentle ripples and then stillness. 

Oh God! It was so good! I wept with joy as he crushed me into the
bed with his panting weight, our bodies slick with sweat, his
cock still sunk deep in my cunt. 

Cunt ... cunt ... cunt. My cunt. MY cunt. MY CUNT! MY! CUNT! 

And he was still hard! After resting a few minutes he began to
move within me again, and a new wave of happy tears blurred my
eyes. I showered his face with kisses. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," I urged him with soft whispers. "Oh
God, yes." 

This time we climbed the mountain slowly, together, hand in hand,
cock in cunt, body to body, my pussy hot and soft and  joyously
sodden with the mingling of our juices from the first time. There
was no pain, only the satin pleasure of his cock pistoned in the
welcoming socket of my ecstatically weeping pussy. My hips lifted
and squirmed and writhed, drawing every exquisite drop of
pleasure from our carnal dance. I crooned and stroked his back as
my pleasure went on and on. 

It could have lasted forever and it still would have ended too
soon. I felt him shudder, pushing hard, as if he wanted to run me
through or perhaps cram his whole body into me, and I felt him
shooting a second load of cum into me to join the first. 

My own body convulsed in time with his, a series of delicious
spasms until we were both left panting and exhausted. We lay in a
boneless heap on the top of the bed, his weight pressing me flat,
my legs tangled around his, my arms around his naked torso. For a
long time all we could do was lie there and try to catch our
breath. 

We must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember was
someone bursting in through the door. 

"Carl, I need - OOOOOOooohhhhmyGOSH! OH MY GOSH! Ohmygosh. OH my
GOSH? Oh MY gosh. OH my gosh. Oh, my gosh. Oh. My. Gosh. Oh my
...." 

"Aren't you supposed to knock?" Carl interrupted his sister
irritably while I tried to hide under him, wishing I was even
smaller than I was, conscious of his limp dick still in my
flooded pussy. 

Dee erupted one more time. "OH! MY! GOSH!" 

"Would you stop saying that, please, Dee?" Carl begged, not
lifting his head, his voice muffled since his face was buried in
the pillow. 

"Oh my...." His sister's voice cut off with a sort of strangled
squeak, and I heard her feet drum down the hall and the door to
her room slam loudly behind her. 

"Gosh," I finished for Dee, staring up past Carl's shoulder at
Princess Leia in her skimpy outfit and chains. "Oh my gosh." 

"Not you, too," Carl moaned, rolling off me, his cock sucking out
of my pussy with a soft slurping sound. 

For a moment, all I could think was that, had it been earlier,
Dee's appearance would have given new meaning to the term "coitus
interruptus." I giggled, grateful for that small mercy. "Oh my
gosh." 

Carl looked over at me, his hand reaching for mine as we lay atop
the bed on our backs, naked, cum and sweat smeared, bedraggled.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. 

I looked at him, my heart bursting with love. "I'm not." 

"Not about THAT," he argued, misunderstanding. "About Dee!" 

"I'm not!" I assured him, surprised at myself. I wasn't sorry.
Embarrassed? You bet! But not sorry. I suddenly realized I was
glad to have flaunted our consummation the way we had,
inadvertent as it had been. 

"I love you." It was the first time I'd said that to Carl, in
spite of all we'd done up until now. The first time I'd said it
to any boy, in fact, except maybe Jimmy Perkins when we were in
First Grade and I caught him under the mistle toe at the
Christmas party and I kissed him before he could get away. 

But that didn't count. 

Carl started to answer and I put a finger to his lips - that
seemed to be getting to be a habit for me. "No. Don't say it now.
It's easy to say now. Wait for another time, when it may be
really hard to say, because then you'll say it only when you're
really, really sure." 

"What do you mean?" 

I slid my hand down his chest and stomach, through sticky, matted
pubic hair to curl my fingers around his limp, crusty prick. I
was about to answer when we were interrupted again. 

"Carl, have you seen - OH!" 

"Hi mom," Carl greeted her wearily, making no effort to cover
himself, to conceal my grip on his penis. 

She blushed, at least. "I'm sorry, I should have knocked, but
your door was open. Uh - hello, Beth. Nice to see you. Carl, have
you seen your sister?" 

I giggled, thinking of Dee's shocked departure. And yes, Carl's
mom was SEEING me in all my naked, wanton glory, that's forsure!

"Yes, mom," Carl answered wryly. "And she's seen us. She's in her
room." 

"Oh! Oh dear. I'd better go talk to her. Uh, Beth, as long as
you're here, would you like to have dinner with us?" 

What could I say? There I was, sluttishly naked, bedraggled and
sweaty, filled with her son's cum. "Uh - I'll have to call my
mom, but yes, thank you!" 

"Good!" She seemed positively chirpy, and politely closed the
door behind herself. 

I exploded with laughter, burying my face against Carl, hugging
him. It was all just too ludicrous. I guess I was a little
hysterical, but wouldn't you have been? I'd just lost my
virginity and my sweetheart's sister and mother had both seen the
blatant evidence of my defloration - there was even a tinge of
pink in the juices drying on Carl's penis - or maybe that was
just my imagination. 

And I'd been invited to stay for supper. 

When my laughter finally faded, Carl brought us back to the
moment before his mom had burst in on us. "Why can't I say `I
love you'?" he asked. 

Feeling suddenly serious, remembering what had started this whole
afternoon romp, I snuggled against him, his cock still in my
hand. I couldn't look up at him. "Because you may regret it
later. There are going to be some things that happen this week
that - well, that you may have a hard time with." 

"Like what?" 

"I don't know, for sure, yet," I admitted. "But you remember what
your week was like, and what happened with Karen during her
week?" 

"Yeah." 

"Well, being naked in school - well, it's already had a - an
effect on me," I confessed. "I posed for my drawing class, and
I'm going to pose for the photography club." 

"So?" 

"I'm going to do other things, too," I admitted to myself as much
to him. "That's why I so wanted this," I squeezed his dick,
"today, with you. I wanted to make sure you were my first." 

"Oh." He thought this over, obviously drawing the conclusion that
while had been my first, he was not going to be the last or the
only one. "Oh." 

"The time I'll want to hear you say those words, when I'll know
you really mean them, will be - after I've done - something
really - really wanton. Really slutty. If you can say it then,
I'll know you love me. See what I mean?" 

He gulped. "Like, what are you thinking of doing?" 

"I don't know," I confessed. "Maybe, like Karen, I'll get gang
banged. Maybe I'll get fucked up the ass, or suck off the
football team. I don't know." 

He was silent for a long time. 

"Do you think you can handle it?" I asked fearfully. Oh, I did
LOVE him so MUCH! I didn't want to hurt him, but I knew, too,
that The Program was going to go on. "It's part of The Program."

He stroked me tenderly, kissing my hair. "I guess I'll have to
handle it," he mused. "But I do...." 

I stopped him again, finger to his lips. "No, not now. Wait, so
when you do say it I know how much you really, really mean it.
Please." 

Grumbling, he subsided. 

"Now, how about a shower?" I asked. "Before I call my mom." 

"Together?" he asked hopefully. 

I gave his pecker an affectionate squeeze. "Of course together!"

"Don't bother with those," Carl said when I reached for my
clothes. 

"But your mom, and Dee," I pointed out worriedly. The shared
bathroom was down the hall. 

He quirked a lip at me. "I was in The Program week before last,
remember?" 

"Of course I remember," I answered. 

"Well, we - uh - Dee and Mom and me, took full advantage of it.
We did our homework, you might say." 

"Oh." I'd read that part of the pamphlet, but since it was
strictly voluntary hadn't paid much attention, of course. I mean,
my mom and dad getting naked in front of me at home? Never
happen! 

"All three of us are nude almost as much as we're dressed these
days." 

"Oh." 

Despite Carl's assurances, I was still a little nervous as we
left his room and ventured down the hall to the bathroom he
shared with his sister. But her door was closed, and Carl's mom
was nowhere in sight. 

The steaming water sluiced away the evidence of our debauchery
(I've always wanted to use that word, and it seems particularly
apt in this context). Carl soaped me down, and I soaped him down,
both of us enjoying the simple, sensuous pleasure of exploring
each other's body. 

Oh, sure, we both got hot again, and Carl got hard, of course.
But this time there wasn't any desperate hunger to complete the
act. There was joy enough in the arousal. We patted each other
dry with big, fluffy towels. I was going to wrap myself in mine,
but he wouldn't let me and we walked back to his room naked, hand
in hand, reassured by the sound of the TV downstairs. 

"I need to call my mom," I pointed out as we entered his room. "I
should have called earlier." 

"Help yourself. The phone's right by my computer," he offered,
gathering up our scattered clothes. 

"Hi, Mom, it's me, Beth," I ventured a little timidly when she
answered, the fabric of Carl's computer chair rough against my
bottom, since I was still naked. 

"Beth! Where are you? I was getting worried," she announced, not
unexpectedly, it being after six. 

How time flies when you're having fun!

"I'm sorry, I should have called sooner, but I got distracted." I
was distracted again by Carl standing behind me, slipping his
hands down to cup my breasts, a handful each with nothing going
to waste. "I'm at Carl's house." I tried to stop Carl from
pinching my nipples, but only had one hand free, so it was a
losing cause. "His mom invited me to stay for dinner. Is that
okay?" 

"Of course, dear, as long as we know where you are, you know
that's fine," Mom assured me. I wondered if she'd feel the same
way if she'd known what we'd done. "Just don't be too late. It is
a school night, you know." 

"I know, mom. I'll be home by nine."

"Anything interesting happen at school today?" she asked
cheerily. 

At school, and after! I thought. "I'll tell you about it when I
get home," I answered. "Gotta go!" Carl's fingers were driving me
crazy, and it was hard to keep my voice steady. 

Just as I hung up and reached for Carl's hands to remove them
from my boobs I heard the doorbell, and his Mom call out
something about pizza. 

"Let's go eat," Carl suggested, releasing my breasts to grab my
hand. 

"Wait! Aren't we going to dress?" I asked, a little frantic as he
dragged me toward the door. 

"Not if we want our pizza hot," he answered. 

"But - naked dinner?" 

"Sure, why not?" 

I was trying to muster arguments as he dragged me down the
stairs. I was hauled into the living room, naked! I mean, I was
NAKED. En-Ay-Kay-Eee-Dee, naked.

Now, I know, you'd think by now I'd be getting used to being
naked, but I WASN'T. I was naked, in the living room of my boy
friend's house! 

Carl was naked, too! 

And we'd just made love in the afternoon! 

And then his sister showed up, and SHE was naked! 

"Hi," she greeted us cheerily, sliding the pizza box onto the
coffee table. 

"Did - did  you go to the door like that?" I asked. 

She grinned impishly. "Uh huh! Gets me out of tipping the
delivery boy!" 

"Dee, you know what I've told you about that," Carl's mom chided
her, coming in from the kitchen with plates and stuff. "That poor
kid is working for minimum wage - he needs the money more than
the thrill." 

Dee made face. "Oh, I tipped him, too," she admitted, pulling her
chair out. 

Oh, Carl's mom was naked, too, in case you were wondering. 

Oh wow. 

"It's Beth's turn in the program this week," Carl announced as he
pulled out a chair for me. He's such a sweetie! 

"I'm sorry this is so casual, but we usually have pizza in here."
Carl's mom nodded as she handed out drinks and napkins. "I sort
of suspected as much," she noted placidly. "How is it going?" 

"Oh, it's going," I managed to answer. "It's kind of
embarrassing." 

"And stimulating, I bet," Dee put in cheekily. 

"Now Dee," Mrs. Walker cautioned her daughter. 

Reminding myself that the whole idea of The Program was to
promote openness, I made myself answer. "Yes it is," I admitted.

"You guys Did It this afternoon, didn't you?" the girl persisted,
her little nipples stiff and eager, capping the developing mounds
of her childish breasts. 

"Dee!" Mrs. Walker said warningly. 

Carl and I shared a look, and I gave him a wink. "Yes, we did! I
lost my virginity today!" 

"I'll drink to that!" Dee chirped, raising her glass of milk. 

"Dee! That is enough of that!" Mrs. Walker scolded. 

"Oh, that's all right," I assured her. "I don't mind." That last
was just a little white lie. Besides, it was kind of exciting to
talk about it, I had to admit. "But you should wait, young lady."


"That's what they say," Dee grumbled indicating her mother and
brother. "Was it good?" 

"Very," I assured her. "But I'm older. I was ready, and I was
lucky to have a lover as kind and gentle as your brother." I
reached for Carl's hand and gave it a squeeze. 

"When it's time, maybe he could take my virginity, too," Dee
suggested slyly. 

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," her mother quickly put in. 

"But you and Carl...." Dee's mouth slammed shut at the glare she
got from both her mother and brother, leaving me puzzled, and
more than a little curious. But, since it obviously was not a
topic they wanted brought up in front of me, I held my tongue. 

"So, what happened at school today for you, Carl?" Mrs. Walker
asked quickly, trying to change to subject. 

Carl shrugged. "Oh, Freschetti's in the program, too, this week."


"The halfback?" Dee asked. "That must be awesome!" 

If you're into hair, I thought, but I didn't say it. 

"I had to pose for my art class," I put in. "That was
interesting." 

"We've got PSATs next week," Carl put in, and from there the
conversation turned to more academic topics, even as we sat naked
around the table eating our pizza. 

Sooner or later, though, it unavoidably returned to The Program,
and Carl and me. Dee was full of questions, some of which we
dodged, some of which we answered. As we talked, an idea began to
percolate in my mind, an idea of how the program might be
expanded into middle school in a way that could ease the way. 

It was - well, never mind. I'll tell you about it later, if it
ever happens. 

"Going to walk home like that?" Carl asked teasingly after
dinner, when it was time for me to head for home. 

"I don't think I'm quite ready for that," I confessed, half
wishing he'd dare me to do it. I remembered how his deal with Dee
had resulted in his going for a walk with me wearing nothing more
than a smile. What would mom and dad say if I waltzed into the
house naked, my clothes draped over my arm, or stuffed in my book
bag? 

But Carl left it at that, since we were much more interested in
sharing a naked hug and kiss before I dressed. But when he handed
me my bra and panties, I shook my head, going for just blouse,
skirt and shoes. "I'm working up to it gradually," I explained,
sticking my socks and my new frillies in my book bag. 

"You need to do more," he argued, carefully unbuttoning the top
three buttons of my shirt, so it was open down between my bare
breasts. "That's better." 

I looked at my reflection in the hall mirror as we made our way
to the front door, noticing how my shy breasts would be exposed
if I moved wrong. And if there was a breeze that lifted my
skirt....I shivered inside. 

"See you tomorrow?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye as he held the
door. 

I knew he didn't want me to leave, any more than I wanted to go,
but I had to go home and break the news to my parents somehow.
"You sure will," I assured him impishly. I gave him a quick kiss.
"Tomorrow." 

"Tomorrow," he agreed, holding my hand until our arms were
stretched, and finally my fingers had to slip from his. 

I walked home humming that song from "West Side Story." You know
the one - "Tomorrow." 

I was bra-less as I walked home, my shirt half unbuttoned. I
could have clutched my book bag to my chest, the way I usually
did. Instead, I slung it over my shoulder. My nipples scraped
against my shirt. The air toyed with my bare pussy, teased my
chest. It was dusk, and I was the only person walking, though a
few cars drove by, and I really had to fight some insane urge to
open my shirt, to bare my breasts to their headlights. 

"Hi mom, hi daddy," I greeted my parents, dropping my books on
the hall table and joining them in the living room. I was a
whirlwind of emotions. I wanted to dance like a dervish for joy,
but I also felt old, mature, serious, and a little scared. How
much should I tell them? 

"How was school?" daddy asked, looking over the top of his
newspaper. Mom was knitting. His eyebrows went up at the sight of
my unbuttoned shirt, but he didn't say anything. 

I sat down opposite them, on the sofa. "I was placed in The
Program today." 

"Oh!" 

"So soon?" mom asked. 

I nodded. "I was naked in school today." 

Daddy was slowly digesting this. Mom took it more easily. "And
how did it go?" 

I gnawed on my lower lip. "It was embarrassing. It was -
stimulating." I went on to tell them of my day, how I'd been
naked as I'd corrected Freschetti's work in math class, posed for
drawing class, been asked to pose for the photography club. 

"And how did Carl take it?" mom asked. Daddy looked serious,
older somehow. 

"That's why I was over at his house. I wanted to - talk to him
about it." I took a deep breath. "We made love." 

Daddy's brow furrowed and he was studying his hands as they
rested on the newspaper in his lap. 

"And how was it?" mom asked placidly. I was getting the feeling
she'd anticipated this. Or that you could drop a boulder on her
and it wouldn't faze her. One or the other. 

"It was wonderful," I admitted with a breathless rush. 

"Well, then, I'd say the program was working," mom put in before
I could say anything more. 

Daddy favored me with a smile so tender, so poignant that I had
to cross the room to him and ease myself down on his lap. "I
guess I'm not your little girl anymore, am I, daddy?" I rested my
head on his shoulder. 

He stroked my back tenderly. "You'll always be my little girl,"
he said huskily. "You know that, pumpkin." 

I nodded without lifting my head. "Carl's mom and sister did the
outreach part of The Program when he was in it," I went on. "We -
all had dinner together naked." 

"Dinner? Naked? Even his sister? She's only - what - twelve or
so?" Mom finally sounded surprised. 

"Eleven." 

Daddy cleared his throat nervously and I could feel a lump under
my bottom. "Would you like us to take part in the outreach
program?" he asked nervously. 

I got up, suddenly uncomfortable in his lap. "I don't know," I
admitted. Then I took a deep breath. "But how do you feel about
me being naked around the house?" 

Mom frowned. "Why, I don't have any problem with it, I guess. I'm
not sure I'm ready to traipse around naked myself, though." 

Daddy seemed to have something in his throat. "Well, I guess,
since everyone else is - going to see you, there's no reason we
should have a problem with it." 

I couldn't help it, I had to go over and give him a quick hug and
a kiss, realizing as I did that he could see right into my open
shirt. "Thanks, daddy. Thanks mom." 

Taking a deep breath, I finished unbuttoning my shirt and took it
off. Then I unfastened my skirt and let it drop, revealing what I
didn't have on under it. Carefully stepping out of it, I folded
in and put it with my books, once again marveling at how
sensitive my skin was, all over, to the touch of air. 

Daddy's eyes were shining as he watched me. "You're beautiful!" 

I curtseyed to him. "Thanks. Now, if you'll excuse me, I do have
some homework to deal with." 

I could feel them watching me as I gathered my things and headed
up the stairs to my bedroom. As I closed the door I could hear
some mumbled conversation, but not what they were saying. 

A little later there was a soft tap on my door. "We're off to
bed, sweetie," mom announced, and I glanced at the clock - an
hour and a half earlier than usual? 

"Okay, mom. See you tomorrow." 

"Don't stay up too late, and sleep well." 

"You, too," I bade her, suspecting it would be a while before
they were asleep. 

I waited about fifteen minutes before I tiptoed, bare naked and
bare foot, down the hall. As I paused outside their door I heard
the springs of their bed squeaking, and suppressed a giggle,
turning back toward my own room. But when I tried to imagine what
they were doing in there, my mind skittered away once again. 

Like I have said, children should not look too closely at their
parents' sex lives. 

Back in my room, I realized the boy next door was looking at me
from his window, binoculars to his eyes. I walked to the window
to give him a full-frontal look, and gave him a cheery wave. 

You'll remember, if you've read my story of the week Carl spent
naked that Larry - that's the ten year old boy next door - and I
had met during that week. I'd been naked in my room one afternoon
and caught him on me. So I'd taken the bull by the horns, so to
speak, and done a "show and tell" for him in our back yard. I'd
promised, too, to let him see me naked other times - sort of my
way of doing some community outreach for The Program. 

Anyway, Larry gestured toward our back yard, but I shook my head.
I quick made up a sign with a magic marker, "Tomorrow after
school" and held it up to the window, and he nodded eagerly.  

It was going to be a very interesting week both at home as well
as at school, that was certain! 


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