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


While this story is centered around High School life, it is not
intended for those still in High School. If you are not 18 years
old (21 in some locations), please play/read elsewhere.

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


I awoke with Amy draped across me. The linen covering us last
night was gone. Amy's body had kept me warm all night. I didn't
want to move. I felt completely confused. I wanted Victor. I
wanted Victor in the worse way. Yet I enjoyed the feel, sight,
smell, and sound of Amy laying so close. Yes, Amy's muffled snores
were endearing to me. I was confused, but I was enjoying whatever
it was I was feeling.

As Amy awoke, I laid quietly hoping she would just lay close and
wait for the alarm to sound. She didn't. Her hand traced itself
along my side. From my hip to my shoulder. She then fingered her
way down my upper arm. Where my elbow turned my forearm under my
head, Amy fingers wander from my arm to my breast. I was surprised
by her light brushing across my erect nipple, so sensitive to her
touch. When she realized I was now awake, Amy whispered a good
morning to me. I rolled back against her and returned the morning
greeting. This only caused her free hand to brush against my other
breast. As I didn't pull away, Amy cupped my breast and gave me a
light kiss.

My right brain must have still been asleep, there is no other
explanation. Left brain was in control. I returned her kiss a bit
more passionately then hers. This started us into a kissing
frenzy. I had heard of French kissing of course, but I had never
stuck my tongue into someone's mouth, nor theirs in mine.
Although, Victor and I might have gone further yesterday if time
had permitted. So, my first French kiss was with Amy. I liked it.
My left brain without any practice seemed to know what was
required. Amy soon was crawling on top of me. Her lips glued to
mine; her hands glued to my breasts; even her legs intertwined
mine with her thigh pressing slightly into my pelvic bone.

BRRRRRING! Amy slapped the alarm clock off the side table and
shouted, "Damn!"

The door swung open and Mrs. Cartwright said, "Okay you two
sleeping beauties, it's time to get ready for school." All I could
was smile at Amy. We crawled out of bed together.

We ran around this morning eating breakfast and brushing our
teeth. No time to fool around. I can't figure out why we were
running late. We were up at the first alarm. We didn't need any
time to dress. Afterall, I had no clothes, and Amy was certain to
not wear clothing until forced to do so. Even Mrs. Cartwright
might as well have been nude. Her sheer, short robe hid nothing,
and even if wasn't sheer, she had no belt or other means to close
it. Mr. Cartwright had spent most the morning hugging and kissing
his beautiful wife. I smiled as I watched Amy's parents still
passionately in love after all these years. I knew I wanted that
same feeling. Davy hadn't managed to come down for breakfast yet.
Mrs. Cartwright mentioned how he was out late last night.

Amy grabbed her book bag. I had nothing. I reminded myself to stop
at Nurse's Magee station first thing. I really needed to retrieve
my purse to get my house keys. The Cartwrights were so nice to
allow me to stay with them. They expected nothing in return, but I
felt obligated to find someway to repay them all.

Mrs. Cartwright told us to get in the minivan, and she would be
along shortly to drive us. A few minutes later, Mr. and Mrs.
Cartwright appeared together in the driveway. Mrs. Cartwright was
still dressed in her sheer robe. Just then Victor came jogging up
the street. I waved at him, and he came over to greet us.  No
kiss. Just a wonderful smile and a good morning. Even though he
would be as nude as I was at school, Victor jogged wearing his
sneakers and shorts. Nothing else.

After Mrs. Cartwright gave her husband another kiss, she turned to
see Victor smiling at her. She said, "Oops! I probably ought not
drive to your school wearing this." Mr. Cartwright agreed and
slipped the robe from his wife's shoulders. She was smiling at her
husband simply 'helping' her with her request.

I asked Victor to ride with us, "If that would be okay with you
Mrs. Cartwright."

She smiled, "If he wants a ride, we seem to have strict dress code
this morning."

Victor wasted no time shedding his shorts to the driveway. Mrs.
Cartwright simply smiled and climbed in the minivan. Amy, Victor,
and I scrambled in as well. We all sat together in the middle
bench. Amy at the far window, me in the middle, and Victor to my
other side. I wrapped my arms over their shoulders and pulled them
closer, "Thanks. You all are making this week much easier for me.
Mrs. Cartwright can I cook dinner again tonight? And if possible
can Victor join us?"

What could she say as she looked in the rear view mirror seeing me
smile with my eyes pleading for her to accept. "Okay Keiko. Give
me a grocery list, and I'll get the food on my way home."  Amy
opened a notebook and I wrote down all the things I would need for
a special recipe my mother had taught me.

Before Victor climbed out of the van at his entrance, he turned to
thank Mrs. Cartwright for the ride. He promised to walk me to
Spanish class. Then he leaned to kiss me. Left brain took control.
My tongue found his, but for a brief moment. He was smiling as he
backed out of the van never breaking eye contact with me. Mrs.
Cartwright mentioned how happy Victor and I looked after our kiss.

Amy piped up, "I think they were Frenching." Mrs. Cartwright
thought her daughter was a bit rude for saying this and asked her
to apologize to me.

I attempted to ease the situation by saying, "No. Amy was right. I
think maybe I've been having too many lessons lately."

Mrs. Cartwright didn't see me smiling at Amy. She said, "Oh, sorry
about Mr. Cartwright and me. I don't know what has gotten into us
lately." Amy and I started to laugh realizing her mother had no
idea.

Amy kissed her mother good-bye, and Mrs. Cartwright wished me a
good-day. I responding by giving her a light kiss full on the lips
before climbing out of the van to a LARGE crowd gathered at our
entrance.

The younger girl who was crying the day before was standing in her
bra and panties trying to delay the inevitable. She wasn't holding
up well to the jeers of the boys. I looked to Amy, and Amy knew
she was on stage, again! As Amy distracted the guys who admired
her pink pubic hair trim, I hurried to the girl's side. I then
realized why she was delaying. Most of the photography club was
there taking pictures of her strip tease. I simply unhook her bra,
and as she started to remove it, I pulled her panties to the
ground.  She stepped from them, and we raced to the school doors.
For those distracted by Amy's impromptu cheers, they would have
the school's website to see me stripping this poor girl.

I saw Nurse Magee in the hallway across the court from the
offices. I called out to her, "Nurse Magee! I left my stuff in
your office Monday. I really need them. Can I get them after
school?"  She assured me I could. Being seen carrying clothing
would mean the other students would know something was different
with my unexpected entrance to The Program. I couldn't bear to
think of what the other students would think of me spontaneously
joining The Program and stripping freely.

Mr. Dennison didn't seem to mind I didn't have my books.  Rather
than me doing my independent study mathematics, we talked about
The Program. His own daughter Linda attended high school here. She
was a year behind me. She was on the cheerleader squad, and had
performed at numerous events nude already. However, Linda had
never been nude at home. I had seen Linda nude at the mall, but I
suspected Mr. Dennison knew nothing about her extracurricular
activities. Too many girls were getting free stuff from the stores
for simply being nude.

The PA system blurted, "Keiko, Keiko Wilson please report to the
front office."

Front office? I saw Nurse Magee earlier. Why to the Front Office
for my prescription?  When I arrived the office, I heard some sad
news, Nurse Magee had to leave immediately after classes began.
Her father was rushed to the hospital. "Did Nurse Magee leave
anything for me?" I asked hoping she remembered my request and her
assurance. She hadn't. Too much was on her mind I suppose. My
hopes to reclaim my belongings today were crushed.

Now, I had to repeat my performance of applying the concoction I
made and placed in an empty prescription jar. I had no idea this
jar held some vaginal cream for my mother 'K. Wilson' for 'Kim'
Wilson. My own concoction always caused a tingling sensation as I
applied it.  So again when my legs spread wide open to the office
staff. I rubbed the cream all around inside me. The school
custodian happened by the office just as I had two finger deep.
Principal Harrison noticed the custodian's stare and mentioned my
prescription. Yet the men didn't leave; they simply stared.
Feeling completely embarrassed and completely horny and completely
tingly, I managed to collect myself well enough to hurry back to
class before the next bell.

Victor was soon at the classroom door. While some of the other
boys sported constant erections, Victor seldom did. In fact, the
only time he sprang to attention was when we embraced. And
embraced we did, right outside of Senor Franks classroom.  Victor
didn't disappoint me either. He was hard after we really kissed.
It seemed to me no one existed in the hallway. It didn't matter to
me one bit that Victor and I were nude in the school hallway
between classes. We were only people who existed in the world, and
our tongues were tying knots.  When the bell rang, I sucked on
Victor's lower lip as we parted.  Even though our audience was
clothed, it was clear several of the boys were sporting erections
as hard as Victor's own. Even Senor Franks seemed a bit distracted
by Victor's and my kiss.

One of the girls suggested to Senor Franks that Victor probably
needed some relief. I wasn't even halfway to my seat when I was
called back to the front of the class.  Not that I knew what I was
doing, but left brain got into her spirit, and right brain managed
to sort things out well. Victor and I continued our kiss while I
stroked his erection. When Victor finally climaxed, I was soaking
wet from the inside and dripping from his semen. I asked
permission to clean up knowing I would try to relieve myself in
the bathroom while in private. It seems a few from the class asked
to clean themselves, too.

As per The Program policy, I had to use the boys restroom to wash.
Unfortunately, Victor was using the girls. There were three guys
joining me to clean themselves. They were at first embarrassed
that simply watching Victor and me kiss had made them climax, but
their embarrassment was short lived. Tom Thorton asked, "Keiko,
could I ask you to clean me?" Another suggested it was a
reasonable request. I felt trapped, but I managed to do as they
asked. John Koski had made a real mess in his shorts. I had to
strip off his pants and shorts before cleaning him. His erection
returned and I wonder if he would climax again so soon. I washed
his shorts in the sink, but we soon realized there was no way to
dry them off.  John had to go back to class without wearing his
shorts. He was more frightened that I might pinch his erection, so
he zipped himself.  He VERY carefully zipped his pants close.  
After I cleaned up the restroom a bit, I returned to Senor Franks
class with John's wet shorts. I thought it would be funny, but
when I was told to just throw them in the trash, I saw a pair of
panties also quite wet in the barrel. Even Senor Franks laughed at
my expression of surprise. It seems Victor had some fun on his
side of the restroom, too.

Victor walked me to the Front Office after Spanish class. We
started to kiss, but Principal Harrison interrupted. He asked me
to help out down in the cafeteria. They were short handed and
requested some additional assistance. Mrs. Green, the head cook,
wasn't pleased the principal had sent a nude girl to help. Health
Codes barely allowed us to walk through the cafeteria lines, but
no way would they allow us to serve or prepare the food. So I was
forced to help unload a delivery truck.

The trucker driver just stood and watched us unload his truck. He
kept making comments every time I pass by him. They were all quite
rude and suggestive. He described what nasty things he would do if
we were alone. I realized, I really needed to be careful about
being alone until I could reclaim my clothing. I wished Victor was
there to protect me.  Just as we emptied the truck, the driver
grabbed my butt and placed a hand across my breast. I dropped the
box I was carrying and caught his wrist. In total reflex action, I
had his arm twisted behind his back with him screaming for me to
let him go.

Principal Harrison realizing he made a mistake sending me to the
cafeteria, was racing towards the scene, "Max, get in your truck
and go. I'll be calling your probation officer. Any, and I mean
any, misstep will land you back in jail. got it?" I let go of his
arm, and the man scrambled for the towards the driver's door.

As the truck pulled away, Principal Harrison asked if I was
alright. He hadn't thought about all the problems with me working
in the cafeteria. Once he pieced together the situation, he raced
back down. It seems the truck driver had pulled something earlier.  
I asked just how many girls would have to endure this convict's
actions? The principal nodded in agreement and promised to report
the incident immediately.  I wondered how Max would explain his
re-incarceration: a nude girl threw me in an arm lock. I smiled
proudly.

As I walked towards the girls shower room, one gal suggested I
hurry inside. Marilyn was on her knees infront of Victor. Victor
was holding her head BACK. The other girls were either fleeing
from the shower or racing towards it.

I screamed, "Marilyn!" She turned and saw the anger in my eyes. We
started to argue. She thought it was a completely reasonable
request to give Victor a blowjob. Victor didn't think so. Neither
did I. We argued about it until the bell rang.

Marilyn shouted, "Shit! Now, I'm late! You kept me from getting
dressed on purpose!" I didn't plan it, but it was a pleasant
outcome. Marilyn would have to attend the afternoon classes nude,
again. teeteehee. For a girl who enjoyed giving guys, just about
any guy, oral sex, Marilyn didn't enjoy being stripped for
classes.

Victor was unusually quiet. We decided to skip lunch and talk. He
felt trapped by Marilyn. He didn't want to hurt her or her
feelings, but he didn't want her to give him his first blowjob
either. I stared in his eyes. We both blushed, if that is still
possible for two high school seniors not wearing clothing in the
courtyard.  I leaned close to him and whispered, "Soon. I
promise." His penis reacted to the news immediately. I giggled,
"But now right now, okay?"

Victor was finally embarrassed to be nude. He hadn't shown much
lack of control, but now he was sporting a huge erection just at
my words.

Bob Freschetti and his pals must have been spying. They came from
no where. Bob challenged Victor, "I see the frigid boy and frigid
girl are thawing in the sunlight." Despite his erection, Victor
stood between me and  Bob.  Freschetti wasn't certain he wanted to
sure to tangle with Victor, but one of the football thugs pushed  
Bob into Victor. My only thought was Victor would be suspended.
But out of no where, Tiny Tim tossed  Bob Freschetti like a rag
doll to the cement. Tiny Tim then sat on Bob Freschetti. Tiny
place his entire 380 pound frame on  Bob Freschetti. Tiny is the
school's unlimited weight class wrestler. Tiny sat on a screaming  
Bob Freschetti. No one was about to tangle with Tiny. Not because
he was huge and could crush anyone in school, but because Tiny was
still eating a piece of chicken, and no one interrupts Tiny Tim
when he is eating. No one. But I did.

I leaned my little frame in to Tiny's arms and gave him a hug.
When I kissed his cheek, I could taste his chicken. Tiny Tim
blushed as he hugged me. I was so happy he had come to the rescue.  

Principal Harrison saw Tiny and me hugging on top of the star
football player laying flat on the concrete. Clearly, the
principal understood the situation, but he didn't show it to the
fleeing football players. He said, "Timothy, are you done with
your demonstration to the football team?" Tiny smiled as he
suggested he wasn't finished with lunch yet. Tiny did roll off of
Bob, who scrambled and ran. Victor and I helped pull Tiny to his
feet. I wrapped my hands around Tiny's neck and pulled myself to
give him another kiss of thanks. He was beaming and offered me a
piece of chicken. I took a small wing and thanked him.  The story
told around school wasn't how Tiny flattened Bob, not how the
other football ran away, not how a naked Keiko kissed and hugged
Tiny. No the story was Tiny gave away some food! I was honored,
and I still love Tiny for coming to our rescue.

In Physics, the class project to construct a support bra for me
was getting out of hand. Well, in hand, actually. The different
groups wanted to make their own weight measurements for their
calculations and strength analysis. Many of the guys thought they
could best estimate the weight of my breasts by feel. Mr. Royer
didn't discourage the practice either. He waited until everyone
had felt me up before suggesting a different method to produce
more accurate numbers. This class could not have ended too soon!

In English, Mr. Zank felt we needed to repeat the scene of Romeo
and Juilet laying in bed together. I was Juilet, and my Romeo was
again instructed to strip for the bed scene. His erection was all
too close to actually enacting the love scene. I managed to get
through the scene just fine. Mr. Zank didn't give Romeo a chance
to reclaim his clothing. We finished Act III, Scene V just as the
PA system announced, "Keiko, Keiko Wilson, please report to the
Front Office." Mr. Zank was quite unhappy, but it seemed a good
place to break for the day.

I didn't even look around the office as I climbed on the counter
and started to unscrew the jar's lid to my 'vaginal' cream
concoction. I just started applying the cream as the ladies
watched me. I started to think of Victor. I wish I hadn't. I
wasn't spreading the cream as much as I was masturbating in front
of the entire office staff. I finally stopped when I thought I
would stop breathing, but a moaned cleared the air to my lungs.

Principal Harrison was standing next to a man in a business suit.
Both men were staring with their mouths wide open. Their pants
were clearly unable to conceal their pleasures in watching me. I
thought I might hurry out, but the principal decided to introduce
the gentleman to me.

"Mr. Higgingbotham, this is Keiko Wilson." I knew that name from
somewhere I thought, as the introduction continued. "Keiko, this
is Mr. Higgingbotham from Princeton, Princeton University." My
right brain screamed. My left brain hid. I was left to fend for
myself. Mr. Higgingbotham was here to interview me for a possible
full scholarship. He immediately canceled the interview explaining
Princeton was a liberal university with a diverse student
population, but they had no room for a blatant exhibitionist like
me. He left. I cried.

Principal Harrison promised to call the admission director at
Princeton directly and explain everything. The ladies in the
office consoled me, but I just witnessed my life slipping away for
my foolish act. I cried straight through the last period. Finally
when the last bell rang, some of the ladies had managed to
convince me all would be for the best. I just needed to wait and
see.

I met Amy and Victor in the hallway. Victor mentioned he had to
exit on the North side. I told Amy to ask her mother to swing
around the building and pick Victor and me up. She thought I would
get into trouble for not leaving the building where all the boys
gathered to watch the girls get dressed. At least watch the ones
who had clothing. I had none. I just asked Amy to hurry and ask
her mother.

Victor asked, "What's wrong Keiko?"

I signed and said truthfully, "Nothing as long as I'm with you."
We walked through the North doors to a group of girls waiting to
see more of the boys. Marilyn was dressed, but she ran away when
she saw me with Victor. The girls were all quite polite compared
to the grope fest the boys afforded the girls on the other side of
the building. In fact, some girls started to cry as they watch us
walk with our arms wrapped tightly around each other's waist. We
appeared to be joined at the hip. As we heard many whisper, Victor
turned me towards him. We kissed. His strong hands slipped down
and cupped my buttocks pulling me in tight. My arms we wrapped
tight on his back feeling his strong back muscles. I felt his
erection push against my lower abdomen. We didn't break the kiss
until we heard Amy call for us to hurry. When we cleared the
steps, the girls gave us an ovation.

Mrs. Cartwright was in the passenger seat, and Amy was driving.
Neither had a single piece of clothing. Amy is not one of the best
drivers, but her mother insisted that Amy was doing better than
usual. Amy suggested her improvement was her lack of clothing. As
we bounced over the Cartwright's curb just missing the mailbox,
Amy slammed on the brakes barely keeping the minivan from killing
her father. NEWS FLASH: NUDE DAUGHTER RUNS DOWN DAD. The headline
was averted.

As Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright kissed each other, Victor and I kissed
again. Finally Amy shouted, "I thought someone was going to fix
dinner. Or do you want me to?" Both Mrs. Cartwright and I quickly
separated from our loves to stop the kitchen nightmare - Amy
cooking by herself.

I scooped Victor's jogging shorts from the lawn telling him he
could get them tonight when he returned at 6:00 for dinner. He
smiled and jogged home nude carrying the shoes and socks he left
in the lawn this morning.

While Amy did her homework, Mrs. Cartwright and I prepared dinner.
She insisted in helping me, and I talked to her about the incident
with the Princeton recruiter. She was very understanding, giving
me little hugs just before I was about to cry again. Her constant
presence helped me, helped a lot. She told me she had also planned
on going to a big named university, but she met Mr. Cartwright and
changed her plans. Her parents were upset, but she knows she had
made the right choice. She never looked back, for she was happy.
Just then Mr. Cartwright appeared wrapping his arms around his
nude wife's waist and kissing her bare neck. He explained they
made their life together, and no one or no turn on life's highway
would ever spoil their happiness. I couldn't help but smile
wondering if Victor was my path to true happiness. I thought so.

Amy was upset she had missed preparing the dinner. Although, she
was happy I was no longer sulking. With a knock on the door, I
panicked, "Victor is here!" I hadn't even brushed my hair. I
rushed pass the front door as Mr. Cartwright invited Victor inside
the house. "I'll be down in a minute."

Amy was taking her time, but she followed me, "Hiya Vic! Girl
stuff, ya know." I didn't hear Victor's reply, I was running pass
Davy to get to the bathroom first. Amy was a champ at getting me
pretty for my first evening with Victor. Even though Davy was
himself crowding in the bathroom with us, I sat down to relieve
myself. Fortunately, Davy didn't pay any particular attention. Amy
did, only because she had to go, too. As I washed, Amy took care
of her business. She insisted I wait for her to finish.

Just short of the staircase, Amy whispered to me, "I'll go down
first. It'll give you the opportunity to make an entrance." I
leaned against the wall hiding from view as Amy descended the
stairs. I heard Victor compliment Amy on her appearance. Now, my
father would have kicked a naked boy out of his house rather than
inviting him in. My father would have definitely knock the boy's
head off for commenting on his daughter's nude appearance. The
Cartwrights were different. I heard father, mother, and brother
all acknowledge Amy's beauty.

My left brain felt gloom, 'Wonderful! Amy gets the appreciation of
everyone, and we have to follow her act.' My right brain said,
'Let's go and get done with this.'

As I walked down the stairs, having absolutely no idea why Amy
insisted on an entrance, I hung my head down, peaking for a
glimpse of Victor. I was soon greeted to a rousing ovation! I
looked up to see all of them standing in the foyer cheering.
CHEERING ME! Standing at the base of the stairs was Victor,
holding a bouquet of flowers for me. I raced to his arms. We
kissed. Geez, I nearly jumped on him in my excitement. Finally,
Mrs. Cartwright suggested I needed to place the flowers in water
and check on dinner.

The tear trickling down my cheek was from pure joy. I was beaming
a bright smile as the Cartwrights each gave me a tender hug. I
hugged Mrs. Cartwright a little tighter.

As I pulled the pepper steak from the oven, I remembered to thank
Mrs. Cartwright for arranging the entrance. She tried to deny
doing it, but I was certain she had. We just hugged as more joyful
tears streamed. She finally cleaned my face telling me to just
enjoy the attention, especially from Victor. I did. Everyone was
delighted with the meal, too. I held my tongue thinking, 'They
should try my mother's pepper steak.'

Amy and Davy were volunteered to clean-up the table and kitchen.  
Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright went upstairs together. I suggested to
Victor we could sit outside and talk. for whatever reason, we just
started walking. It was still light, but barely. Some street
lights were on. Some people were outside as we pass. Everyone
greeted us, Keiko Wilson and Victor Gomes nude as the day they
were born.  

I almost diverted Victor across the street when I spotted Mrs.
Meadows walking her dog. She was an elderly widow, and she had
supported my father's efforts to end The Program. Not many had
publicly criticized The Program, but Mrs. Meadows seldom held her
opinions to herself. I feared a tongue lashing or worse - she
would tell me father I was naked with a naked boy. Victor greeted
the widow as we had the other neighbors. Mrs. Meadows stern face
changed, if by magic. She smiled and mentioned what a lovely
couple we made. I hugged Victor a little tighter as we wished Mrs.
Meadows a good evening and continued walking.

We had walked a long way. Neither of us seemed to mind at all.
This simply meant we had to walk back, and we would be together
for that much longer. We talked with complete strangers when they
stopped. We talked with other people from school.  A few were nude
like us. Most were not. Victor noticed that more older women were
topless than the younger ones. I noticed more children completely
nude playing in their yards while their parents watched with their
arms hold each other close. Everyone seemed to be in good mood or
in love. Each time we waved to the couples, I snug myself tighter
to Victor. He held tight, too.

It was late when we returned to the Cartwrights. Amy was sitting
outside, nude on the porch steps. She looked sad. I asked, "What's
a matter, Amy?"

She didn't even look our way as she answered, "Davy and his
friends ran off before I could ask for a ride to the mall. Mom and
Dad are STILL upstairs. Everyone I know is already out for the
evening. I'm all alone. This week wasn't suppose to be this way. I
had plans!"  Even though Victor wanted to wait for the Cartwrights
to thank them, Amy told him he could be waiting all night. I asked
Amy if she wanted to walk Victor home with me. She jumped up,
"Really? Can I?" I extended my free arm, and she snuggle in tight.
With me in between Victor and Amy, our nude parade continued to
Victor's house. It wasn't but a few blocks. Amy really enjoyed the
attention from the few people still out this late. Mostly fathers
placing the trash out by the curb.

One pleasant man told us, "If I was you young man, I'd be the one
in the middle of these beautiful ladies."

I informed the man, "These are my best friends, and rather like
the current arrangement." We all laughed as we continue pass the
man.

The Gomes house was dark. I didn't want to wake his family. So, we
kissed at his driveway. Amy was patient for a little while. She
said, "Do you know how stupid I must look standing here next to
you two?" I held my arm out for a group hug. Amy raced in for a
big embraced. I gave Victor a quick kiss and so did Amy. We
watched Victor race inside. Amy mentioned, "He does have a great
body, for a guy, doesn't he?" He does, but I really loved his
heart more; his muscles were simply an added bonus.

Amy and I simply walked home as we had walked to Victor's - arms
wrapped around each other. A few cars honked as they passed, and
one guy leaned out of the passenger window whistling. Amy waved; I
blushed.

I told Amy, "They probably think we are lesbians."

She answered, "So?" My left brain agreed, 'So what?' My right
brain started reciting my father's dogma. I agreed with my left
brain on this, and forced my right brain to sit back and enjoy Amy
friendship.

Amy wasn't surprised by the noises coming from the master bedroom.
She simply pulled me to the shower. I was in heaven as Amy washed
my hair and cleaned my body. It felt wonderful. I decided to
return the attentive favor. Amy started to moan, so I stopped for
a second. She looked at me and smiled, "Please don't stop now."  I
giggled and continued giving her pink-dyed pubic hair a good
washing.

We sat downstairs eating chocolate chunk, chocolate ice cream
covered in chocolate syrup as our hair dried. Amy sat indian
style. She was completely exposed to me. For whatever reason, I
could not stop myself from sneaking peeks either.  Amy caught my
glance once. She said she was thinking of shaving off the pink
hair, maybe dying it a different color. I managed to sound
convincing that I was thinking of how attractive her pink public
hair appeared although I was really staring where she trimmed the
hair off her labia. Her outer lips were slightly open. Her inner
flaps were fully on display. In fact, her clitoris was visible. I
felt my mine own vagina stirring at the sight.

We decided to go to bed. Amy's parents seemed to be in the height
of their lovemaking. I looked at Amy, "What has it been four or
five hours?" Amy told me when they got this way it might be
several more hours. I didn't that was possible. Amy figured they
enjoyed oral sex too much. That was the only way she could
understand their endurance.

When I asked, "Can oral sex be THAT good?"

Amy winked, "If you do it right."

I admitted I had no idea how. Amy sat up in bed tossing our cover
to the floor. "We won't be able to sleep with them going at it.
Let me show you how."

Amy dove on my pelvis. I clamped my legs together. She sat back
up, "I thought you wanted to learn?" When I agreed, I didn't
expect the demonstration to be real and on me! Amy simply said,
"There is no better way to learn." She turned and eased my legs
apart. I offered little resistance. I felt her hair tickle my
thighs. I felt her fingers open my vagina. I shook. Amy looked
back around at me and smiled. The next thing I knew she was
kissing me. Kissing me, down there! It felt nice, but not as nice
as what she started to do next. Her tongue eased its way inside of
me. I closed my eyes and gave into the pleasure.

My right brain had shut down for the evening. My left brain was on
overload. When I opened my eyes to attempt to regain control, all
I could see was Amy's own vagina. She was straddling me. I kissed
her. She quivered. I kiss her again. I wrapped my arms around her
waist with my fingers on her hips. I pulled her closer. I let my
tongue explore her insides. I was surprised by her responses. She
would squirm and push against my face depending what I was doing.
I was so engaged in getting her responses, I hadn't realized my
own lower movements. I climaxed. If my moan hadn't been muffled by
Amy pressed against my face, I would have set off car alarms! When
I recovered slightly, I redoubled my efforts to find that same
magic spot inside Amy. When I felt her wiggling, I knew I was
close. I started sucking on her clitoris, and that did it. Amy
shook. I think she screamed, but I may have been mistaken. Her
legs were locked over my ears.

Amy rolled off of me. she turned around and planted a VERY wet
kiss on me. I couldn't help but to respond in kind. She eventually
pulled away to race across the room to her dresser. She opened a
drawer and all I could see was Amy shuffling thing s around the
drawer. She turned around holding something.

I was shocked, "That's a penis!"

Amy smiled, "It's a dildo shaped like a penis." I was worried. I
was still a virgin, and Amy was walking towards me with a huge
pink rubber penis!

Amy sat on the bed's edge and told me to watch. She slide the
object in her mouth. Slowly she eased the thick dildo to the point
where I feared she might choke. With the thing still in her mouth
she stared at me with bright eyes; she spread her arms far apart;
and then she leaned towards me. Instinctively, I held the base of
the penis as she pulled away from it. I was left holding this
rubber penis bobbing slightly.

Amy told me to give it a try. Long ago, my right brain had gone
asleep, and my left brain accepted the challenge without a
thought. It was so thick! I had never seen a boys penis his big.
As I managed to get the tip in my mouth, Amy encouraged me to take
it deeper. I barely could. I started to gag! It took me a few
seconds to pull this huge monster from my mouth. Gasping, I told
Amy it was simply too big for me. She raced back to her dresser
drawer and returned with a smaller blue version. "I guess I forgot
how the first time was."

While this one was much easier to fit inside my mouth, it produced
the same gagging reflex. Amy explained it was something I would
simply get used to doing. I just needed to practice. I felt
strange inserting the blue rubber penis watching Amy handling the
bright pink monster.

The door swung open. It was Davy. I was completely embarrassed. We
both pulled the dildoes from our mouths.  Amy was upset that Davy
didn't knock. He said, "Go tell Mom." From the constant noises on
the other side of the wall, I knew that wasn't an option.  Amy
explained what we were doing - teaching me to give oral sex! I
turned red. Davy thought practicing on a rubber stick wasn't the
best method to learn.

Amy sat up straight, "Davy! How about you let Keiko practice on
you?"

Even my left brain questioned this, 'Let Keiko?' My right brain
stirred from its slumber, 'Just do it and let's go to sleep.' I'm
certain my right brain had no idea what she was saying. My silence
was taken as acceptance.

Davy dropped his pants and shorts. He said, "Amy, why don't you
wait down stairs?"

Amy replied, "No way! I'm staying her to make sure Keiko gets
proper lessons."

'Proper?' oh dear!

Davy's penis wasn't quite erect as I knelt in front of him. He
held it up as Amy watched and told me to open my mouth. I realized
as Davy's flesh hit my tongue that this was completely different
from the dildo. Davy soon became erect inside my mouth.  I just
knelt there with his penis in my mouth. Davy started moving his
hips, and Amy encouraged me to take control, "Find what gets him
off just like you did with me." I tried to look up to see Davy's
expression as he must have realized what Amy was implying. I
couldn't see much besides Davy pelvis. I finally reached up and
grabbed Davy's hips to steady him. I then quickly mimic his
motions by pumping my head back and forth. Amy told me to suck
like it was a straw. I stared at her as I tried to obey. Davy
turned my head back to him. It was soon after this, he climaxed
right down my throat.

I pulled back and stood. I was gagging, but I managed to ask, "Why
didn't you tell me you were going to do that?"

Davy with a big smile on his face said, "Because you would have
stopped." I told him that of course I would have.

Amy summed it up, "Guys do that. I think they should suck on a
penis themselves before asking a girl to suck on theirs." Davy's
penis quickly wilted. He didn't like that idea on bit. He
collected his shorts and pants. Amy yelled, "You should at least
thank Keiko!"

Davy stopped and recited, "Thank-you Keiko. I'm sorry for not
being sensitive to your position. Anyhow, thanks again."

I had to brush my teeth before I could go back to bed. Amy was
right, we couldn't sleep with her parents making a racket. We
giggled at some of their noises. Amy had her arms around me from
behind; I held her arms tighter.

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