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[Minor corrections: removed diacritic marks. Archive-Yes.]


If you are under 18 years old (21 in some places), I told you the
Monday series was not intended for you. What made you think
Tuesday's story would be any different?


This story is a continuation of the saga started in the mind of
Karen Wagner. It is my intent to honor Karen with my own version
of The Program. If you wish to understand how this story comes to
be, please first read...
"Karen Naked in School" by Karen Wagner
"Karen Naked at the Mall" attributed to sevispac
"Carl Naked in School" by Peregrinef
"Beth Naked in School" by Peregrinef
"Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story" by Peregrinef
I thank these authors for permission to use of their storylines
and references to their characters.



All are archived at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/main.html and easily
found using the search engine.




Keiko - Naked in School, Tuesday of (M,T,W,R,F,WE)
by base212assm
Copyright 2002 - all rights reversed.


I awoke confused. I realized I was in Amy's bedroom, but my mind
was trying to determine what my back was feeling. A gentle snore
informed me  it was Amy. During her sleep she must have moved
across the bed. I was barely on the bed. Her entire body was
touching mine. I feared pulling away, for I knew I would drop from
the bed. I soon realized she had her right arm across my waist,
too. I gently managed to free myself without falling or waking
Amy.

I was standing nude in Amy's bedroom. I looked at Amy still
asleep, still nude. I smiled. Her gentle snore was cute. She was
cute. Ever since I was standing nude in the school's hallway, Amy
has been there to support me. She thought being nude was
wonderful. She had always wanted to participate in The Program. It
took me months before I fantasized being nude in school. Even then
it was just a fantasy. Months more before, I really wanted to be
in The Program; however, my parents forbade my participation. My
father lead the opposition to The Program. The vast majority of
parents had decided this was a unique way of getting us all more
accepting of each other. Nothing to hide. I agreed. I decided to
take the opportunity of my parents leaving town for the week to
"join" The Program.  My plan was already derailed. I was locked
out of my house. Amy Cartwright and her family took me in their
house without question. I smiled at a new friend I had in Amy.

My morning routine was demanding attention. My bladder made
herself known. I hurried down the hallway. The bathroom door was
ajar, and I pushed it wide open. Davy, Amy's older brother home
from college, was standing in front of the toilet as nude as I
was. Our eyes locked for several seconds, both of us quite
surprised to see the other. His eyes started to wander down my
nude body. My eyes dropped to see him holding his penis. He had
ample opportunities the night before to see every inch of me, but
this was my first time to see him nude. Tall and lean, he was
attractive. His penis curved upwards as I stared.

"Damnit, Keiko! I can't piss with this erection."

I managed to apologized, "Sorry, Davy, I didn't know you were in
here. I'll wait outside until you are finished."

Davy replied, "You might as well use the toilet until I can relax
enough to piss."

Davy stepped back from the toilet making no effort to hide his
erection from me. As we switched places, I stood by the toilet
waiting for him to leave. He didn't. He simply leaned against the
vanity.

Davy said, "Well? Are you going to use the toilet or not?"

I was shocked, "Aren't you going to wait outside?"

"No. I was pissing just fine until you interrupted me. I think it
is only fair for you to see what it is like."

My bladder overrode the pleas of my right and left brain
suggesting debating points. I sat down and started to pee. Davy's
eyes widened as I relieved myself. When I realized his right hand
was stroking himself, my right brain thought, 'GROSS! He likes to
see someone peeing.' My left brain thought, 'But he likes seeing
us pee!' My bladder finally said, 'Done. Let's get out of here.'

I wasn't even down the hall when I heard Davy moan loudly. Having
witnessed a few boys at school get relief, I knew he climaxed.

Back in Amy's room, Amy was awake, but barely so. She smiled as
she greeted me, "Good morning Keiko. I thought yesterday was a
beautiful dream, but seeing you tells me it really did happen.
Didn't it?" I confirmed it had. We were nude since first period
yesterday. Nude all day at school. Nude at dinner. Nude at the
mall where I had to work. I tried to frown as I explained my
dismay by the events. Amy smiled broadly, "Nude in the shower.
Nude in bed. It was wonderful. Wasn't it?"

Amy suddenly sprang from bed. Pulling me downstairs, she
explained, "Mom will be making pancakes this morning. She
promised." But Mrs. Cartwright wasn't in the kitchen. I suggested
we could make the pancakes rather than wake her mother.  I felt
like I needed to return the several favors the Cartwrights had
done for me.

Amy had no idea how to make pancakes. She also knew very little
about where anything was in the kitchen. I found the ingredients
and started to mix them in a large bowl. I tried to explain to Amy
how to grease the griddle, but she clearly had never cooked. She
was amazed I knew. I was amazed she didn't.

By the time we had the first batch off the griddle, the rest of
the household was awake. Mr. Cartwright and Davy wore just pajama
bottoms. Mrs. Cartwright was wearing the matching top to her
husband's bottoms. She attempted to take over the cooking, but I
assured her I could handle it as I flipped a couple of cakes on a
plate for her to eat. Everyone really enjoyed the pancakes too. I
didn't think much of them. I missed my family's favorite brands of
ingredients.

Mrs. Cartwright mentioned, "These are fantastic Keiko. I didn't
think we had enough batter left."

I replied, "Left? I made the batter."

She looked shocked, "You didn't use the ready-made batter in the
carton?" It seems Amy lack of kitchen knowledge was due to her
mother using prepared food stocks. "Keiko, you are a wonderful
cook." I was tempted to mention that my mother taught me
everything, but I refrained. My parents weren't favorite people of
the Cartwrights, and I thought it was cruel to mention my own
teachings at home in lieu of Amy's home lessons. I simply thanked
her.

I finally suggested, "I should cook something for you tonight!
Would you like that?" I was pleased I thought of a way to thank
them all for their kindness. I refused to let them decline, too.
Everyone seemed happy. Well, maybe not Amy when I suggested she
could help me cook tonight.

Mr. Cartwright reminded us of the time, and Amy and I hurried back
upstairs to get ready for school. I really expected Amy to dress
for school, but she reminded me she would simply have to undress
outside once we arrived. She added, "Besides, you don't have
anything to wear. So I'll go nude like my friend!" I blushed at
her calling me her friend. I liked the thought. Only I had hoped
she would dress so I might be able to borrow something to wear for
the walk to school.

Amy laughed, "Walk? We'll get Davy or Mom to drive us."

After brushing our hair and teeth, we really didn't need to do
much else. Amy did brush her pubic hair asking me if it looked
pretty. I barely glanced down at her bush as I said it looked
fine.

Amy sighed, "Yours looks wonderful. My blonde hair is barely
visible, but your black hair is amazing. How did you trim it to
look like that anyhow?"

I was shocked, "I didn't! It just grows that way."

Amy was quite puzzled, "Really? I have to shave mine all the time
to keep it pretty." I openly stared down at her pubic hairs. She
did have them neatly groomed. I could tell exactly where she had
shaved the triangle back. My own bush was naturally narrow.

Just as we were leaving the bathroom, Amy slipped a little. "Yuck!
What is that stuff?" I grimaced knowing it was Davy's excitement
over watching me pee earlier. 'Yuck!' wasn't yucky enough to
describe my feelings.

Mrs. Cartwright was just finishing loading the dishwasher when Amy
asked who was driving us to school. The mother simply said she
would be ready in a few minutes. We could get in the minivan and
wait for her.  Amy bounced outside swinging her book bag around in
circles. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be outside nude in
the daylight or not. Left brain kept saying, 'WooHoo!' Right brain
kept saying, 'This wasn't the plan at all.' Left brain won the
battle of the feet, but right brain won the battle of emotions.

Just as I approached the minivan, Victor came running by wearing
just his jogging shorts and running shoes. When he spotted Amy and
me, he stopped to greet us good morning. I was embarrassed to be
seen nude outside of school by Victor. I cannot explain why. I
spent a good portion of the day nude with him. In fact, he was as
naked as I. Today, however, he was clothed no matter how briefly.

I think he sensed my discomfort, "Keiko, I'll see you after first
period. I have to hurry along now."

I blurted out, "You could ride with us." He declined wanting the
exercise. I frowned a little and mentioned I would see in Senor
Frank's Spanish class.

As Victor started to jog off, he said, "I'll come by Mr.
Dennison's room right after first period. We could walk together
to Spanish. Okay?" He didn't wait for a reply. I think he knew I
would agree. Amy said he didn't want to give me a chance to turn
him down.

I told Amy, "I'm not sure I could turn Victor down for anything."

Amy beamed, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G, Keiko and Victor sitting in a tree..."

"Amy Sue Cartwright!" was all her mother had to say to stop the
grade school verse.

Amy hugged me whispering in my ear, "Sorry about that Keiko. I
shouldn't have made fun of you. I think you do like Victor, and I
know he likes you."

"Really? Victor likes me?" I asked her.

She pulled back slightly and nodded smiling. We hugged again. This
time I felt our breasts squeeze against each other. It felt odd
but nice.

Mrs. Cartwright said, "Okay girls, time to go to school." This is
when I realized Mrs. Cartwright was still 'dressed' in only the
pajama tops. Her bottom only partial hidden from view until she
bent as she climbed in the minivan.

As we drove past the North side of the school, I noticed a large
crowd of girls gathered around as Victor ran to the box. He had
his shorts off in seconds to the cheers of the girls. He
disappeared from my view as the girls encircled him. I felt a bit
jealous as we circled to the South entrance.

A mob of boys waited at our entrance. Just as we left the van, I
saw one girl nearly in tears as she began to disrobe. The boys
started to taunt her, too. I rushed to her side. I ignored the
comments. I had no idea who this girl was, but I felt sorry for
her. She started to cry on my shoulder. I told her to be bold.
Some of the boys were trying to make her feel bad. I insisted she
not let them win. She was better than them. She looked up through
her teary eyes, and she said, "Keiko, I don't know how you do
this. I thought you never could have done this. But hearing you so
bravely go through this, I'll try to be as brave as you." I used
my bare fingers trying to clean her mascara tears. As she finally
and completely disrobed, I used her own panties to clean her face.
The guys were not making this easy for us, but Amy came to the
rescue.

Amy shouted, "Hey guys! Wanna watch me do a cheer?" Amy had been
on the cheerleader squad for years, but this year she dropped it
before she had heard about The Program. She wanted to date more,
and the cheerleader advisor wouldn't allow Amy back on the squad
once she had a replacement. Amy's chance to cheer in the nude were
crushed. This was her opportunity. The guys immediately swarmed
around Amy performing high kicks and splits.

I snuck the slowly recovering girl in the school doors just as the
morning warning bell sounded ahead of the boys. Fortunately, the
normal morning gropes were lost to the mob.

I quickly made my way through the hallway to my first period
class. Mr. Dennison greeted me, "Good morning", and perhaps I too
cheerfully responded.  He added, "I see you are already getting
used to the idea of being nude." I tried to express my displeasure
while accepting my condition. Mr. Dennison continued, "It looked
like you had no problem last night at the mall or this morning
either." I tried to explain everything while not letting him know
my secret of how I was naked by choice.

We talked for most of the period since my notebook and textbook
were still in the nurse's station. Just then, "Keiko, Keiko
Wilson, please report to the front office." I stood excusing
myself explaining I had to get my medicine from Nurse Magee.

Mr. Dennison, "Strange. They told you to report to the front
office, not to Nurse Magee." I was puzzled, too.

On my way to the front office, I passed the nurse's station.  The
door was locked, and no light emerged from under the door. The
ladies working the front office greeted me by name. I asked where
Nurse Magee was this morning. I was told, she went home sick soon
after arriving. She had left my 'prescription' cream with the
front office.

Mrs. Brown, one of the office workers, asked me, "Can you apply
the cream yourself? Or would you prefer one of us do it for you?"

I decided I would do it myself. This may have been a mistake. I
was told to sit on the desk and apply the cream as two adults had
to watch. In fact, the entire office staff watched as I rubbed the
'vaginal' cream deep inside me. I still had no idea what this
concoction was. I had hastily mixed several creams the other
night. While cool at first touch, the cream soon heated. As I
rubbed the mixture around, I felt totally humiliated. Just then
Principal Harrison stepped in the office, "What is going on here?"

Mrs. Brown explained the situation with Nurse Magee absent. I
still had my fingers inside me as Mr. Harrison stared openly at
me. He knew this must have been part of my hoax pretending to be
in The Program. Only he, Nurse Magee, and myself knew this dark
secret of mine. If anyone else knew, I would probably be label a
slut in seconds. I couldn't bare to have that reputation. I saw
the time was nearly for the bell, so I quickly excused myself and
rushed to met Victor back in front of my math classroom.

While a few boys stood around me asking all sorts of embarrassing
questions, I worried someone would ask to finger my pussy. What
would he think since I've just finished applying a generous amount
of cream. Would he think that was my own juices? My right brain
nearly fainted at the thought. My left brain saved us - me.  She
screamed inside me, 'Victor is coming!'

As soon as Victor pushed his way to the front of the crowd, the
crowd quickly broke apart. Victor apologized, "I'm sorry I was
late. I had some of those 'reasonable requests' myself." I broke
eye contact to see Victor's erection.

Jealousy was not my emotion. Outright rage! I had mixed thoughts,
'Who touched MY Victor? Did he enjoy them touching him? Would I
ever get to touch him?'

As we entered Senor Franks classroom, the teacher mentioned
Victor's growing problem, "Will you be needing relief?"

Victor insisted he would not, but Senor Franks wasn't about to
listen. He simply started to name some of the other girls who
Victor could ask to help. While I fumed at the thought of allowing
another girl to relieve MY Victor and my right brain tried to
rationalize the situation, my left brain volunteered! Everyone was
shocked, but no one more than myself. Victor accepted my offer.

I whispered to Victor, "Tell me how."

He simply set a rhythm by holding my hand on his erection. When I
started to pick up the rhythm, he let go of my hand to support
himself against the teacher's desk. I must admit I was complete in
awe at the sight, feel, and sounds. Once he climaxed, the odor was
surprising sweet to my senses. His erection softened slightly as I
continued to pump watching the last bit ooze from his penis.
Victor placed his hand on my to stop my motions. Victor helped me
to my feet whispering, "Thanks, Keiko, You did a wonderful job." I
smiled.

Senor Franks suggested I wash my hands across the hallway. I did
spend a little extra time alone in the restroom masturbating
myself until I realized I was using the same hand I had used on
Victor. Perhaps a silly schoolgirl thought, my right brain asked,
'Could we get pregnant this way?' Unfinished, I washed my hands
and returned to class. Victor was reading to the class. I entered
on cue. I stood right next to Victor reading the book he held. We
constantly brushed against each other. My nipples hardened as I
wondered if everyone could tell how much I enjoyed being next to
Victor, both of us nude.

Victor escorted me to the front office where I work on my study
break. Bob Freschetti stood momentarily in my way, but after a
quick look towards Victor, he moved to the side.

Victor said to me, "I'll meet you after this period for lunch,
okay?" This time, my right brain was telling me to accept, but my
more impulsive left brain planted a kiss on Victor's lips. We
raced away before sensing his reaction.

The ladies in the office had seen it all. They assured me Victor
was smiling as he left.

Part of my duties in helping out in the Front Office is to run
notes to and from the office  and classrooms. Yesterday, I spent
most of the time simply talking with the ladies who were suppose
to be working. Today, it was back to business as usual, except I
was still nude. I was immediately handed a couple dozen notes for
various teachers and students throughout the school. I didn't even
consider this when I planned on my 'enrollment' in The Program.
The only thing that would have exposed me to more students and
teachers would be an assembly.

I often had to wait for the teachers to read and respond to the
notes. The entire time I had to stand nude in front of their
class. As part of The Program, I was also expected to submit to
'reasonable' requests. Most of these were simply questions. While
I waited for the responses, I was inundated with questions.

"Why did you always wear your hair up before today?" Just always
have.
"Why didn't you cut your hair short?" Just never did. I like it
long.
"Do all Chinese girls have black pubic hair?" I do not know. I'm
half Japanese, half Scottish.
"Do you shave my pubic hair?" No. It just grows that way.
"Do you shave my legs?" Yes, but it grows slowly.
"Do you enjoy being nude?" No. (No one said I had to tell the
truth!)
"What was the most embarrassing thing for you to do?" Sing.

Fortunately, no one asked to grope me. Many had already done that
to previous girls and the novelty had worn off, somewhat. Sure
there were still a few guys wanting to feel up every girl, but
they were fewer and fewer. The girls learned a valuable trick. We
could ask the nude guys to let us touch their penis. So many gals
would pump their erections and stop just before the guy received
any relief. The guy had to stagger down the hallways in a world of
pain and shame. One guy always seemed to be finishing himself off
as the final bell rang for the next class. He gain the reputation
as a constant masturbator. All the girls giggled. I never dared
joined their teasing, but I enjoyed the giggling. Just returns.

I finished my errands just before the period ended. So I was
excused a few minutes early to lunch. I walked to the girls locker
room remembering Victor would be showering with the girls as part
of his Program. I walked down the ramp and turned towards the
showers. I could have died right then.  Six nude girls were
washing Victor! One gal, Marilyn, was kneeling in front of him
giving his genitals too much attention. When Victor spotted me
standing there watching he quickly persuaded the girls to stop.
Marilyn didn't look happy about it either.

He quickly dried himself, as his hair is very short, he barely
needed to wipe the towel once to completely dry.

He took my hand, and I soon found myself wrapping my arms behind
my back as Victor pulled me tight against him. We kissed. We
kissed passionately. I had never kissed anyone for more than a
quick smooch before this. This was a real kiss. We only stopped
when the bell rang. A few girls were standing and watching us,
forgetting to dress themselves. The punishment for not getting
dressed in the required time was that you had to spend the rest of
day with just the clothing you had on as the bell rang. Two gals
screamed realizing they had only a towel. The other three weren't
so lucky. I smiled. Marilyn had a reputation in school, but she
had never been selected for The Program. She was now going to be
nude for the rest of the day.

In the cafeteria, Victor and I sat together, closely together. We
snuck kisses in between taking bites of our lunch. There could
have been several hundred students in the cafeteria that day, I
knew of just one other - Victor.

Just as the bell rang, Amy bounced over to greet us, "Hey you
guys! I'm having a great day. How about you two?"

Victor answered for us, "Wonderful!"

Amy said, "I didn't think it could be better myself, then I saw
Marilyn running through the lunch room! She is such a slut. Sorry,
but she is." We smiled at Amy not telling what had happened.

Amy said, 'Oh, Keiko, my Mom will pick us up a little later today.
I promised the Photography Club I would pose for them. Oh, do you
want to model with me?" I declined knowing there was enough
evidence of my nudity in existence.

Victor walked me to Physics, and we kissed goodbye. If I had been
daydreaming yesterday in Physics, today, I was lost in another
world. The bell rang shaking me back to reality. What was I
wearing? I had ropes and strings all over my upper torso. What had
happened? Then I remembered, the Support Bra assignment. Silly for
me to be the model as my B-cups hardly needed additional support I
thought as I tried to untangle myself from the knots.

Mr. Zank was a little upset with me. I had forgotten we were
meeting in the auditorium. I was late after finding an empty
classroom. We continued to read Romeo and Juliet. Mr. Zank
insisted I act much more dramatic than the part called. But after
a little bit I started to enjoy it. That was until I was in bed
with Romeo. Mr. Zank insisted my Romeo strip before laying next to
me.  Just as we started the debate of nightingales versus morning
larks, the PA system declared, "Keiko, Keiko Wilson, Please report
to the Front Office." Mr. Zank was quite upset as I made my exit
in haste.

Oh, in my delight to leave the stage, I had forgotten the reason.
I soon remembered as the ladies in the front office had clear the
counter for my afternoon 'vaginal' cream application. It wasn't a
real prescription. It was some concoction I made from several
different types of creams from my parents bathroom. The jar was a
discarded prescription my mother had used: Kim Wilson, but the
label simply read K. Wilson. The school never checked.

With Nurse Magee absent, two adults had to witness me taking the
prescription. I had several extra witnesses. I was told to ensure
I applied it liberally per the directions. I was two fingers deep
when Principal Harrison walked in the office. He stopped watched,
smiled, and continued along. Bob Freschetti was behind him. He
stared until the principal scolded him to hurry along.

My last class of the day was gym. Normally, I enjoy the exercise,
but yesterday I was running for my life. Well, maybe not
literally, but I was certain I was running to keep my virginity
intact. Today, Coach had us running the hurdles. Since only a few
can race at a time, I had an audience at each hurdle. I tried to
ignore their comments at my very unladylike hurdling position. To
add to my humiliation was the hurdles were much taller than the
girls hurdles. Hitting the hurdle hurt my bare feet. Clearing the
hurdle took everything I had. Legs spread wide. When I stumbled
halfway over the last hurdle, I hit the hurdle hard. I fell down.
My hands went to my crotch. It hurt. It hurt bad. Coach insisted
on inspecting for real damage. Everyone else got quite a view,
too!

Even though I was ready to walk it off, Coach insisted on having
some of the guys carry me to the bench. I was given a water soaked
towel to ease the pain. So I watched the remaining boys run while
I had a towel crammed between my legs. The towel was wet and some
of the cream concoction had oozed on it too. I quickly folded it
and hide it away. I imagined someone would think it was my own
juices.

Since I was feeling better, I was drafted in collecting the
hurdles with a couple of the guys. Everyone else hurried to the
showers. The bell rang, and I was alone to collect the remaining
hurdles. I was a complete mess as I finally walked back through
the gym. There were a few guys in the gym wrestling even thought
the season was over. I turned around and saw Victor.

I asked, "Why are you practicing by yourself?"

Victor smiled to melt my heart, "No guy will wrestle a nude guy."

I reminded him that the ancient Greco-Roman wrestlers did. I
jokingly suggested, "How about the best of two falls?" He
surprised me by agreeing. Both sides of my brain decided, 'Why
not?'

We playful circled each other. Victor darted really fast. I knew
he could toss me around like a rag doll. But he preferred to play.
When one of the guys noticed us, and called out, "Get her Victor!"
Victor lunged at me in a very unwrestling move. My jujitsu
training from years past simply reacted.

Wham! I had tossed Victor over my back! The guys immediately
started to hoot and holler.  Victor was completely surprised, but
he rebounded instantly. Fortunately he was smiling. But that was
bad for me. I stopped wrestling to admire his smile. The next
thing I knew, Victor had me wrapped from behind. His arms locked
my arms against my torso.  I've seen Victor wrestle enough to know
I could be kissing the mat hard in a split second. I squirmed but
he held tight, not hard, just tight. He wasn't trying to flatten
my face as he might a real wrestling competitor. The rest of the
guys in the gym were really cheering. I managed to wrap my foot
around his leg, and that is when I felt his groin firmly in my
crack. I must have turned three shades of red, yet Victor could
not tell my embarrassment. I don't think the guys realized what
was happening either.

Someone said something that distracted Victor. I had my foot
perfectly placed to toss him off balance. Unfortunately, I had no
way of controlling the fall. I'm certain Victor decided to roll us
so he would take the brunt of the fall. As he did, I managed to
spin around. Laying on top of him he realized I thought I might
actually have him pinned, but in the split second we were rolling
around on the mat.  I had nothing to do with the decision of when
we would roll or which direction. Victor was in complete control.
I did managed to spin again. This time I was face down on the mat
with Victor laying lengthwise on me.

"TWEET! Victor Gomes get off that girl now! What the hell do you
think you are doing?" Coach was completely puzzled. Victor and I
were laying on the mat laughing.

I finally got up and ran to the showers. What was everyone
thinking? We were rolling around on the mat nude! Alone in the
showers, the boys showers, I managed to relieve my own sexual
tensions. Once I started, I knew no matter what I had to finish.
When I heard voices approaching, my legs buckled slightly.
Finally!

I met Amy outside just as her mother arrived. As we climbed in the
minivan, Amy kissed her mother and immediately started to relive
her day.  

When I was asked how my day went, I decided to leave out the
details. After finishing my abbreviated day, I added, "Oh, Mrs,
Cartwright? Could we stop at the grocery store on the way home? I
wanted to get some things to fix dinner for you all."

She replied, "Keiko that really isn't necessary. I was thinking of
ordering a pizza tonight."

I exclaimed, "Oh, please let me make a pizza for you!"

Amy stated as fact, "Keiko, you don't make a pizza. You order a
pizza. Silly girl." Mrs. Cartwright and I started to laugh. Amy
was confused, "What's so funny?"

Mrs. Cartwright decided it was time for Amy to learn something
about cooking. She turned the van around to the grocery store.

In the parking lot, Mrs. Cartwright handed Amy a credit card and
reminded her to only purchase supplies for the pizza, no midnight
snacks. I asked, "Aren't you coming in with us? I don't know what
you might already have in your kitchen." I realized, not much,
after the pancake batter question this morning. Mrs. Cartwright
declined and told us to hurry along.

Then Amy reminded her mother, "Mom the grocery store has never
allowed me to use your card before. Remember last time?"

Mrs. Cartwright said, "Well, how about we do the pizza tomorrow
then?"

I wondered aloud what the problem was getting everything now. Amy
pointed to her mother's lap, "Mom is bottomless." I pulled myself
around to see that she was in fact just wearing a sleeveless
blouse.

I laughed reminding her, "Amy and I are stark naked!" I added a
bit of untruth, "If I can go inside nude, I would have thought you
could. Afterall, isn't Amy your daughter? Where does she get her
exhibitionism streak from anyhow?"

Together, mother and daughter replied, "Father." "Daddy."

Mrs. Cartwright finally decided she could go inside the grocery
store with us. Amy tried to get her mother to leave the blouse in
the van, but Mrs. Cartwright compromised by unbuttoning the
blouse. While I've seen a few ladies at the mall bare themselves,
I really looked at Mrs. Cartwright's breasts. I could not imagine
more perfect breasts. Her nipples pointed slightly upward.  We had
every guy in the produce department tripping over themselves to
help us. An older woman was in shock as we purchased some seafood.
Amy wasn't happy about my selection of fish, but she accepted her
mother's decision to let me pick out whatever I needed. I did have
Amy help me pick the cheese. She didn't see how a big chunk of
chess would melt evenly across the pizza. You would have thought
three women could manage to carry two bags of groceries to the
car, but we had three bag boys fighting over who was going to help
out.  Amy was delighted; Mrs. Cartwright was understanding; I was
amazed!

We pulled into the Cartwright's driveway just as Mr. Cartwright
step from his car. Amy raced to greet her father. He swung his
nude daughter around has they exchanged a tender kiss. Mrs.
Cartwright asked Amy to help me with the groceries, but her father
was having too much fun swinging her. Once Mr. Cartwright saw what
Mrs. Cartwright was wearing, not more exactly not wearing, he told
Amy to hurry along and help. As Amy's parents embraced, the blouse
was slipped from her shoulders and puddled at her feet. Amy told
me, "Come on, they are likely to be kissing out here for a long
time!"

I started to unpack the bags as Amy watched in complete wonder.
Amy had no idea where anything was in the kitchen. I managed to
find the cheese shredder and put Amy to work. She was in awe that
the thing worked! I had the flour and other ingredients for the
dough all mixed as Amy finished the last bit of cheese.  We both
worked the dough. Amy and I were covered in a light dusting of
flour. While we waited for the dough to rise, we chopped the
onions, peppers, mushrooms, and tomatoes. I agreed to only place
the seafood bits on only half the pizza in case Amy didn't like
it.

After I stretched the dough over a pizza pan, I showed Amy how to
spread the tomato sauce with her fingers. Somewhere we got silly.
She started flicking the tomato sauce at me, and I returned it.
Amy then took her completely sauced-hand and cupped my breast.  By
the time Amy's parents entered the house (had they been kissing
all this time?), Amy and I were covered. We quickly finished
preparing the pizza and popped it in the oven. Mrs. Cartwright
sent us up to shower before dinner.

I tied my hair up to avoid getting it wet as Amy got the water
running hot. Again, she insisted on showering together. We were
quite a mess, and we scrubbed each other clean. Amy insisted I
wash her since I was the one who got her dirty. I know I wasn't
the one who got tomato sauce through her pubic hair, but I was the
one cleaning it. Amy showed me the same intention, maybe more.

After the shower, we had a wonderful rub down of some nice
smelling lotion. Amy played with my long hair after I let it back
down. I liked her touch. I liked it a lot. I tried to imagine
Victor touching my hair like she was doing.

The pizza smelled great! We passed Davy entering the house at the
foot of the stairs. He took a whiff and looked quite puzzled. I
explained, "Pizza."

He said, "No, it's fishy." Looking at Amy and me, actually looking
low at Amy and me. I started to laugh.

I can't tell you how the seafood pizza tasted. The Cartwright
devoured that half of the pizza. The veggie side was terrific.

Davy offered to drive Amy and me to the mall. I had to work, and
Amy could not get enough of being seen nude in public. She also
wanted to help me with my store window. Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright
insisted us kids forget about cleaning up and enjoy the mall.  On
the ride to the mall, Davy explained their parents meaning - they
were going to make love and they prefer us out of the house.  Amy
simply said, 'Eew, don't say things like that!" I thought it was
romantic.

As we waited for a light to change, I mentioned how beautiful Mrs.
Cartwright's breasts looked. This time it was Davy, "Please don't
make me start thinking of my mother that way." Amy laughed. I
suppose it is strange to see your mother or father nude. I
probably never would know.

Amy came to Vincent's Antique Book Shop straight away. We cleaned
out the window box of its simple sign, and started trading some
ideas. Amy seemed to understand my 'Magic of Books' theme better.
Not Harry P0tter. We used some threads to suspend books as if they
were flying. Vincent made certain we used less expensive books,
but he still checked each one to ensure it wouldn't be damaged.
The window box barely held two people, but when Vincent came in,
we were packed. Vincent seemed to not mind being crushed by two
nude, young ladies. What I didn't realize was we attracted a small
audience standing outside the store. My right brain attempted to
count how many times I had bent over. My left brain seemed to have
the answer right away, 'Twenty-three! And you forgot to bend at
the knees!'

Vincent was quite pleased with the display, but we both knew our
customers probably would not even notice. No matter how good it
looked.

Victor gave Amy several dollars for helping. She sprinted down the
mall knowing exactly what she was going to buy.

I finally had a chance to explain to Vincent how Nurse Magee had
locked my clothes up again today. I still didn't have a chance to
find anything to wear. He said, "That's okay. I'm starting to get
used to you not wearing clothes." I shook my head wondering if he
had any idea that maybe I wasn't used to being seen nude! He
probably never thought of it in those terms. That's Vincent.

Amy returned an hour later. She was simply bubbly. I was up on the
ladder when she returned. I asked, "I though you were going to buy
something."

Amy insisted she had. "You need to come down here to see."

As I stepped down I could now see her pubic hair was neatly
trimmed and dyed pink! She insisted I look closer. When I finally
agreed, I saw a small piece of jewelry clipped to her clitoris. I
thought is was pierced, but Amy showed me it was just slipped on.
Vincent and I were watching Amy trying to clip the little jewelry
back in place. She was having a difficult time, too. Finally,
Vincent suggested I help her.

Kneeling in front of Amy, I had to figure out how the clip worked.
It took me a few minutes to finally get it secured. Vincent
excused himself. He left walking a little strange.  Amy whispered
to me, "I think he enjoyed your show."

I asked, "What show?'

Amy informed me that men do like women touching each other. I
thought it strange.

At closing time, Davy found the store. He had no idea this place
was here. Hardly anyone did.

Amy showed off the window, as I helped Vincent close for the
evening.

Amy and I each grabbed one of Davy's arms as he escorted us to his
car. On the way, I asked, "Davy, I hope you don't mind me asking,
just say so if you do, but do you like seeing two women touching
each other?" The whole ride back I asked questions and Davy
answered. Back in the driveway, Davy just sat in the car as Amy
and I walked to the house.

Amy whispered, "I think you got him so horny he can't get out of
his car."

We giggled as we ran through the kitchen to the stairs. By the
way, the dishes were all still laying on the table, and no sign of
Mr. or Mrs. Cartwright.

Amy suggested we wash our hair again tonight. Afterall, we had
crawled around in a dusty window box for more than an hour.

This time we sat in the bathtub rather taking a shower. Sitting
with my back to Amy, she shampooed my hair with great care. The
shower wand felt wonderful as Amy would rinse the suds. I was in
heaven. When we switched places, Amy sat much closer to me, and
her wiggles caused her butt to rub against my pelvic bone. She
often leaned back pressing her back against my breasts.  She was
enjoying her special treatment as well. When I declared her hair
done, she reminded me that we forgot to shampoo ALL of our hair.

I was puzzled, so she squeezed a small amount of shampoo into my
hand guided it to her pink pubic hair.  I amazed myself as I
lathered the small bit of shampoo. It felt strange, but she felt
soft and wonderful.  When Amy turned around to shampoo my pubic
hair, she did so kneeling on all fours. Well, on threes, her
fourth was massaging me into heaven. I finally decided to give in
and let her work her magic.  Between my flushed face and smile, I
think Amy knew what she had accomplished. She smiled.

We dried each other thoroughly, and my right brain had to tell
Amy, "If you continue to dry me there, like that, I'll only be
getting wetter again." Amy started laughing. I've never talked
that way before, well, at least never aloud.

This time, I insisted we clean the bathroom before leaving. Even
though it was a little early, we decided to go to bed. Amy wrapped
the linen over us, and her arm and hand rested on my side and
stomach. She was laying right up against my back. Even though it
was a warm night, her body warmth felt wonderful. I remembered
Victor laying in much the same position earlier this afternoon. I
fell asleep unable to answer Amy's endless questions.

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