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

STOP! If you are under 18 years old, please do not continue
further. Your time will come soon enough. Enjoy an innocent life
while you can. Your own writings will be much better for it later
in life.


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, Thursday of (M,T,W,R,F,WE)
by base212assm
Copyright 2002 - all rights reversed.


I did fall asleep, but the morning alarm was much too early. Amy
said, "Morning already? Let's hurry before Davy claims the
bathroom."

I giggled, "Wilt thou be gone?  It is not yet near day: it was the
nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of
thine ear; nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe me,
love, it was the nightingale."

Amy replied, "Huh?" I laughed and crawled reluctantly from bed and
her arms.

Mornings in the Cartwright house are hectic. Everyone rushing
around. Even though three of us were not bothering to dress
anymore, this didn't seem to add any extra time. In fact, it may
have caused some additional delays. Amy would brush my hair, top
and bottom, for several minutes. I would return the favor, and Amy
mentioned how I spent as much time brushing her shoulder length
blonde hair as I did brushing her little patch of pink-dyed pubic
hair.

As I was kneeling before Amy, she asked, "Do you think I should
shave it off?"

Left brain controlled my hands as right brain answered, "I love
how your bush looks." Left brain added, "And it feels too nice to
shave." Amy smiled. I blushed realizing that those words were
spoken aloud. I had no idea what was coming over me, but I loved
the feeling.

Mrs. Cartwright yelled from the front door, "Amy! Keiko! Hurry
along. You'll be late!"

We raced to Amy's room to gather her book bag. My own bag was
still locked in Nurse Magee's office with my clothes and purse.
More importantly, my purse held the only keys to my house, besides
my parents' keys. Since my parents were out of town and they would
NEVER have approved of me joining The Program at school, I
couldn't even tell them how I came to be locked out of the house.
'Today,' I told myself, 'today, I will get my things, and I'll be
able to get ready for my parents return on Sunday. Today, for
sure.'

Once outside, my entire body tingled. Not so much because the
sunlight warmed my skin, every square inch of my skin, but because
Victor Gomes was standing outside wearing nothing but a beautiful
smile. Late or not, I ran to Victor. As I pressed against him, we
kissed, and I felt his groin respond - he instantly became hard as
we embraced.

I barely heard Mrs. Cartwright plea for us to get in the minivan.
When Victor and I reluctant separated, I saw Mr. and Mrs.
Cartwright embracing. It seemed since Mrs. Cartwright started to
participate in the clothing optional times, her husband could not
leave her alone. I held Victor as we watched the older couple in a
passionate embrace themselves. Only when Amy announced, "If you
guys don't stop kissing, I'm driving myself to school!"

Mrs. Cartwright, her husband, Victor, and I said in unison, "No!
We're done!"  The funny part was Amy actually drove better while
nude. Now, her driving was still an official disaster area on
tires, but she managed to only nearly kill one person - her
father. Amy was bummed her mother insisted Amy move from behind
the wheel. We were late, and Amy driving was not the way to make
up for lost time. Accident reports take forever.

On the drive, Amy asked Victor, "Were you jogging by or were you
waiting for us?"

Victor blushed slightly but regained his composure, "Keiko stole
my jogging shorts yesterday. She didn't return them, yet."

I kissed Victor on the cheek and said, "I won't be returning them
until I can get to my own clothes." Victor smiled and told us he
had no problem with that condition.

I hated having to drop off Victor at the North entrance. So many
girls were lining up to see him. When I spotted Marilyn, my left
brain was screaming!

On the south side of the school were all the regulars. I saw a
repeat of the younger girl having to strip for the guys, and many
of them taunting her, too. I couldn't understand why they would do
this. She was going to be fully nude and submitting to any
'reasonable' request. I pity them more than her. They gain nothing
after nearly a full year of The Program. They probably never would
learn, either.

I touched Amy's bare shoulder and asked her to distract the guys
again. Amy said, "Gee, it's getting more difficult to distract
them. I guess I'll have to find something new for them." With
that, Amy kissed her mother good-bye, and so did I. I saw
Principal Harrison approaching the minivan, but I knew I had to
hurry, for Amy's antics would only hold the guys attention for a
few minutes.

The younger girl wasn't undressing too quickly. Amy announced,
"Oh! My pink-dye is starting to itch!" Every guy's head turned on
a swivel. I nearly ripped the poor girls clothing from her. I
should have been more careful, but doing so simply meant more
time. We had precious little time. I had escorted the timid girl
to the doors. I turned to see Amy scratching herself to the
delight of the crowd. Principal Harrison and Mrs. Cartwright were
oblivious to the commotion. I could hardly blame the principal.
Not many mothers were going nude all day, especially not the
beautiful ones. Mrs. Cartwright could turn the heads of any
pubescent male.

Being late, I went straight to Mr. Dennison's classroom for my
independent math studies. I was way ahead in my studies, so all
week, I simply talked with my teacher. Today, he was disturbed by
something. When I mentioned it, I wish I had kept my mouth shut.

Mr. Dennison told me, "My daughter Linda is no longer my little
daughter. She had sex. She has been having sex for a long time,
too. I never knew."

Linda Dennison is a cheerleader in school. She is a year behind
me, but everyone in school knew her. She was a beautiful brunette.
She has the stereo-typical traits of a cheerleader too. Gorgeous
body, gorgeous face, bubbly personality. Even the girls who were
jealous of her liked her one-on-one. Linda was friendly to
everyone. Even when she first had to strip for an assembly to get
the school spirit whipped up for a football game, Linda took it
all in stride. She smiled the entire time while some others were
completely embarrassed. Linda was everyone's favorite.

I finally told Mr. Dennison, "Linda is still your daughter. Just
because she had sex doesn't mean she stopped loving you, and it
ought not mean you stop loving her. She loves you, and you still
love her, right?" He agreed, and he decided to tell Linda right
then.

Just as he left, the PA system beckoned, "Keiko, Keiko Wilson,
please report to the Front Office." I fell back in my chair. My
right brain explained the problem to my left brain, 'The front
office means the nurse's station is still locked. No keys again
tonight.' I barely recall walking to the office, but there I was
sitting on the counter with my legs spread applying a concoction
of creams. Unfortunately, I hadn't done my homework of my mother's
empty prescription jar which I made the cream. Who knew why my
mother required a vaginal cream? But now everyone in the front
office thought I did. I kept telling myself to perform the
internet search when I had a free minute. That minute never seemed
to come.

When I climbed down from the counter, I noticed several of the
football members sitting in the plastic chairs outside of
Principal Harrison's office. They all had bruises and cuts, yet
they were all smiling at me as I hurriedly left. Had I really
given them all a view deep inside me? Had they noticed how I
always got a bit excited as I smeared the cream inside my vagina?
Fortunately, I never saw them while I was administrating my make-
believe prescription dose.

On my way back to class, I saw Mr. Dennison and Linda standing in
the hall hugging. I was pleased. As I passed them Mr. Dennison
mouthed the words to me, "Thank-you."

I realized we only had a few minutes before the bell, so I decided
to surprise Victor at his English class. After everyone flooded
from the classroom, I looked frantically for Victor. I asked Miss
Pouts if Victor was in class, and she said he wasn't here today.


I hurried to Spanish hoping to find Victor there. He wasn't. When
Senor Franks ask for me to recite something from the text book, I
declined. The class gasped. Keiko refused a teacher's request? A
simple request? Apparently, Senor Franks was just as shaken. He
called on another student. They had a little debate about why I
could decline, but he could not. I grabbed a text book from
another student and proceeded to read aloud the entire chapter
very quickly. I'm certain few in the class could have kept up.
Even Senor Franks seemed to be struggling to keep up. When the
bell rang, Senor Franks yelled above the racket, "Por favor,
estudio para el concurso manana." Everyone groaned about the
weekly quiz, especially since whatever I had read would be on the
quiz, too.

I hurried to the front office where I help out third period. The
football players were gone. I tried to get some of the ladies to
tell me what had happened. Just as Maggie was about to whisper to
me, Principal Harrison summoned me to his office. I hurried.

I smiled when I saw Victor, at least now I knew where he was. I
also smiled at Tiny Tim standing against the far wall. My
expression changed quickly when I heard the principal say, "Mr.
Freschetti will you please shut the door." I turned and saw Bob
Freschetti behind me. He clearly had been in a fight - and lost.

The principal explained calling me into the office. It seems Bob
Freschetti and the other football players were trying to get
revenge on Tiny for rescuing Victor and me yesterday at lunch.
Victor came to Tiny's rescue this morning. From the looks of the
Bob Freschetti and what I saw of the other football players
earlier, Tiny didn't have much trouble with only a small cut on
his hand. Victor barely was in the fight before some teachers
broke up the fight.

Principal Harrison asked me, "Keiko, what should I do?"

My left brain made a plead for excusing Victor and Tiny. My right
brain reminded me that any fighting was a strict code violation -
suspension was mandatory.

Although not quite Solomon, I made a bargain, "Mr. Harrison, it
seems those involved got taught a good lesson. Trying to punish
them by sending them home would do nothing but make them more
resentful. I think the principles in the fight should be stripped
and held accountable to the entire school. Have them compete in
their own pageant at the Friday assembly."

I thought Principal Harrison would see straight through my
sentence. Victor was already nude. Tiny Tim had shown no
embarrassment when he had his week under The Program. Bob
Freschetti on the other hand was completely embarrassed. Had he
thought anyone could forget his little manhood?  Over Freschetti's
objections, Principal Harrison decided I had a just and reasoned
punishment. He accepted it.

Mr. Harrison, Victor, and I left the two guys to strip. I don't
think any of us cared to witness either sight.  From Tiny's
massive 380 pound girth to Bob Freschetti's gorilla-haired skin,
maybe I had punished the school more. When the office door, Bob
raced out. Tiny yelled, "But Bobby, you're so cute!" Even the
ladies in the office couldn't control themselves. Everyone was
laughing. I saw Tiny throw his arms wide, and I rushed to give him
a big hug. I didn't care that we both were nude. I leaped up and
hung myself from his neck, well, the small bit that held his head
to his shoulders anyhow. I was swung around as Tiny laughed.

Victor, Tiny, and I ate lunch together. Amy bounced over surprised
to see Tiny nude, but still no less joyous. Amy mentioned the
rumors about Bob Freschetti being punished. I added, "Just wait
for tomorrow assembly. There's a surprise." Amy sat down wanting
the inside information. I refused, but I added, "I bet you could
sweet talk it from Tim."

Amy, being Amy, didn't care how others might see her snuggling to
Tiny. She wanted to know what was going to happen. Tiny was
grinning ear-to-ear as Amy crawled over him at the lunch table.
The rumors for the afternoon would not be that Tiny was nude. No
the rumors would be Amy's attention to Tiny had caused him to not
eat half of his lunch. The other gossip to circulate was that
nothing about Tiny was tiny. This was his first public erection.  
It was huge! I smiled thinking of Amy's huge pink dildo. Tiny was
bigger.

During Physics, I had to review all the designs for the different
groups support bras. I hadn't even started my own. I pointed out
the various problems so they could make measurements and
adjustments for tomorrow's deadline. Some were clever, but most
were silly. Even though I was groped by nearly everyone in class,
I was still smiling. I was having fun, and the day was going well.

In English, I was reading the part of Juliet.  I really was over-
acting the part. Mr. Zank loved it, but the other students didn't
like having to re-read their parts until they could put as much
excitement in their parts. I was actually disappointed when the PA
system called, "Keiko, Keiko Wilson, Please Report to the Front
Office."

I turned to Mr. Zank, "Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
Is she not down so late, or up so early?" Smiling, I made my exit.

Yesterday, I had lost all my hopes for attending Princeton. The
recruiter had witness me applying the "vaginal" cream - openly and
without shame. He knew about The Program, but my ease at publicly
rubbing my exposed vagina was too much for even Princeton's
liberal minds. Today, I was too happy to be upset of the days
past. I was born anew. I made a bigger production of applying the
cream this afternoon. I talked to the ladies and the visitors. I
clearly did not need the cream, and clearly I didn't need as long
as I took to apply the concoction either. I was enjoying myself.
Maybe enjoying myself too much. I didn't even notice the climax
creeping up. I lost control, and everyone in the office stopped to
watch. Only slightly embarrassed, I smiled as I climbed from the
counter. I had to hurry to gym class.

I remember all the guys groaning when we were told to run a 5K
after the usual stretch and warm-up. I enjoyed the run, even
though I'm not much of a runner. My hair streamed behind me as all
the but the fittest guys fell well behind me. The few who kept
pace with me often lingered a few steps back. I knew they were
ogling my butt, but in the end, I had left the thought behind. I
was enjoying the run; I was enjoying the attention; I was enjoying
enjoying it all.

"Tweet! Shower!" signaled Coach. I didn't even slow as I turned to
back to the building. The guys were all falling down exhausted. I
had the shower to myself, but my left brain convinced the rest of
me to linger just long enough for the guys to return and strip. I
know they all saw me smiling. Did they understand? I didn't care.

Victor was in the gym as I left the locker room. His wrestling
buddies were still changing. "The benefit of not wearing clothes,"
he told me.  I challenged him to a rematch. He mentioned Coach not
liking what he saw the first time. I promised Victor he wouldn't
have the opportunity to get me that way in our rematch. He laughed
as I moved around him ready to pounce. He toyed with me as the
guys started to enter the gym. I feigned several charges, but
Victor easily evaded them. I noticed Tiny Tim and Coach watching
from the stands. I waved, and Tiny waved back. That was when
Victor made his move. I was on my back with Victor facing me. The
guys were going wild. It took all my strength to roll over, and I
think I only managed to do so because Victor allowed me. This left
me face down with Victor very much on my back. Actually, he was on
my butt. If he start to get an erection, I'd had lost my
virginity!  We were that tight, and this escaped no one notice.

Victor managed to quickly change position. We were face-to-face.
He asked, "Give up?" I responded by kissing him. Soon we rolled
over still kissing. I found myself on top of Victor, when another
wrestler signaled Victor was officially pinned. It was the first
time anyone had pinned Victor. He wasn't at all upset.

Amy came bouncing in the gym, "Keiko! I called my mother and asked
for her to pick us up in an hour. I wanted to see if I could get
the secret from Tiny before we left today." I pointed across the
gym to where Tiny was sitting, now alone.  Amy smiled and shouted,
"Tiny! You can't hide from me!"  I thought Tiny couldn't hide from
anyone!

I sat in the bleachers with Victor's arms wrapped around me. We
watched the other guys wrestle, and we watched Amy bubbling over
Tiny. Tiny was really pleased with all the attention Amy was
showing him. I smiled as I leaned completely in Victor's arms. He
would sometimes yell out moves for the guys to try. When I finally
looked back, Amy and Tiny were gone. I wondered where they went.  

Just before our ride was to show, Amy emerged from the boys locker
room. She clearly had showered. She whispered to me, "Tiny told
me."

Mrs. Cartwright was standing by her minivan with Principal
Harrison and Mr. Dennison. At first, I thought I might be in
trouble, but I couldn't imagine why. Amy knew what was happening,
"I think it is weird that so many men are drooling over my mom. I
mean don't they realize how old she is?" I smiled reminding Amy
that the men were just as old, if not older.

Amy drove us all home. If you ignore the one red light and two
trash cans we left behind, she did alright. She offered to drive
Victor home, but Victor and I both shouted, "No!"

Amy and Mrs. Cartwright were going to prepare tonight's meal. So I
walked with Victor to his house. We were hip to hip and kissing as
we walked. I didn't even think about what we looked like. Victor's
mother was outside as we approached. I was oblivious to her and
Victor's younger brothers and sisters. When one of the munchkins
called out, "Vic's home!" The whole family greeted him. Victor
gave his mother a hug and kiss, then he introduced her to me.

Mrs. Gomes said, "Oh, so this is the little girl who my little Vic
is talking about all the time."

I smiled, "He talks about me?"

One of the little girls said, "He talks about you all the time."

Victor was trying to get his brothers and sisters to leave and
play by themselves. But they were clearly enjoying teasing him.
Victor wasn't upset. He was just a bit embarrassed. Mrs. Gomes
asked me to join them for dinner, but I mentioned the Cartwrights
were trying to cook a dinner for me. She insisted I come the next
night. I accepted.

As I turned to leave, Victor held his little sister. She asked,
"Vic? Aren't you going to kiss the pretty girl bye-bye?"  Victor
didn't set his sister down as we kissed lightly. She held our
heads together squealing in delight.

I hurried away, but Victor caught up with me explaining, "My mom
thought I should escort you home." I melted back into his arms as
we strolled along.

I pulled Victor to my porch where we would have a little privacy.
Our lips locked together. Our hands were all over each other.
Knowing our time was short, I whispered to Victor, "No one will
see us in the back yard."  He followed me, not that I gave him a
choice with my fingers locked around his erection. In the back
yard, I dropped to my knees in front of Victor. He asked if I
really wanted to do this, or did I just think he wanted it. I
smiled, "I hoping the right answer is both."

My left brain was in charge, but my right brain kept listing off
the dos and don'ts I imagined. Whomever was causing me to act as I
was, did manage to bring Victor to the edge. He started to warn me
that he couldn't hold back any longer. I redoubled my efforts. His
resistance collapsed. I didn't gag on his semen, I nearly drowned!
I made certain I cleaned my lips as Victor pulled me to me feet. I
managed to swallow the last bit down before Victor planted a deep
kiss on me.

"Keiko! Keiko, dear! Dinner is ready!" Mrs. Cartwright yelled from
next door.

Victor promised to return the favor, "Soon, very soon."

The meat loaf was dry, but I told Amy it was wonderful. Mr.
Cartwright drenched his meat with ketchup, and told his daughter
she did well. Mrs. Cartwright was eating tiny pieces and saying
nothing.  Davy kept poking his meat loaf with his fork. Amy ate
one bite and spat it out, "Are you guys crazy? This is awful!"
Everyone started to laugh. Mrs. Cartwright suggested we all eat at
the mall as I had to go to work there anyhow.

We all scrambled to the minivan. Mr. Cartwright grabbed his camera
even though Mrs. Cartwright looked at him in displeasure. She
finally smiled at something he whispered to her.

The entire event was documented in digital images - driving to the
mall, walking to the entrance, walking through the mall, ordering
from the food court, finding a table, eating the meal, clearing
the trash. I don't think Mr. Cartwright had eaten a thing. He was
too busy taking pictures of his family and me. Afterall, it is
rare your wife and daughter would be eating at the mall in the
nude.

Vincent was happy to see me. He couldn't find a special book for a
customer, and he knew I would be able to find it right away.  I
tried to explain how to find things on the computer again. He
hadn't even thought to use the computer. While I explained the
system for the umpteenth time, the customer enter the store. It
was the same man who always looked up my skirts. I refused to be
embarrassed when he held the ladder as I fetched his book from the
upper racks. I knew the man was paying a couple of thousand for
the book, and if he saw what everyone had been seeing, so what!

The store window Amy and I arranged had attracted more customers,
unfortunately, many thought we were a magic potions store or
something mystical. A few asked for the store's phone number
noting they knew a relative who would love the store. Vincent was
quite happy with everything. When the Cartwrights stopped by to
say hello, Vincent hugged Amy and me explaining how business was
getting better. He insisted I take the rest of the evening off -
full pay.

Mr. Cartwright suggested we head to the ice cream parlor for a
treat. I kissed Vincent thanking him for the time off. Amy and I
held hands as we walked from the mall. Her parents were hugging
each other closely. Mr. Cartwright had appointed Davy the family
photographer. Davy had a difficult time taking nude pictures of
his mom and sister. His attention was mostly focused on me. I was
smiling non-stop! Any hopes I had to pretend I dreaded being nude
was gone. I was too happy!

The ice cream parlor was nearly empty. Every set of eyes was on
our group with Mrs. Cartwright, Amy, and I parading in the parlor
nude with a camera flashing the whole way. We decided to eat our
sundaes outside. I noticed several cars swing back around to get
their ice cream. Amy noticed each of those cars had the man
driving. We giggled wondering if it was her mother or us causing
them to circle back.

It was getting dark when we finally returned home.  I pulled Amy
next door to my house. I had to tell her what I did with Victor
earlier. She was proud she had showed me how. She knew from her
brother's expression last night, Victor had quite a treat. She
admitted to taking Tiny's erection down her throat to get him to
tell her about the secret assembly event. I laughed saying I would
have told her tonight anyhow. She smiled, "I didn't mind. Besides,
Tiny sorts of grows on you, doesn't he?"  He does.

I'm certain you cannot call our nightly shower a bathing event.
While we did get clean, Amy and I were simply spreading the soap
suds around each other as we explore the other's body. Amy really
worked on my vagina. I was moaning but I attempted to muffle the
noise by biting my hand. She explained, "I like to clean what I
eat." Pure lust was all I saw in her eyes. Did she see it in mine?

We must have made a lot of noise from Amy's bed. Afterall, we
could hear  everything from her parents room; they surely could
hear us tonight. During a little rest break, Amy asked, "What do
you like better? Victor's dick or my pussy?"

I explained, "It is like comparing chocolate, chocolate chip ice
cream and Boston cream pies. I love them both, but I wouldn't be
satisfied with just type of desert." Amy understood. She fell on
me as we kissed and tongue wrestled.

When I woke, my head was laying between Amy breasts.  I just had
to suckle them again. She stirred, pulling me to her face. This
time it was my thigh pressing against her pelvic bone. My leg was
getting wet from the inside and outside. We both kicked at the
alarm clock when it sounded morning.

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