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Subject: {ASSM} Keiko - Naked in School, Weekend (corrected)
Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 08:10:05 -0400
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[Minor corrections: removed diacritic marks. Archive-Yes.]


If you are not 18 years old (21 in some locations), please find a
different playground.   


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


I woke finding Amy wrapped in my arms. We faced each other. I felt
terrible about having to wake her from her cute little snoring
sleep, but I had to get ready for work. She stirred awake as I
tried to slip my arm from under her. Just awake enough to kiss me
and wish me a good day. I heard her gentle snore before I made it
to the bedroom door.

Walking through the Cartwrights' house in the nude while they all
slept was quite odd. I have no idea why I looked in each bedroom,
but I did. Davy was snoring, and it was anything but cute. He was
still wearing his clothes from last night. He must have gone out,
and crashed in his bed afterwards. Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright were
laying nude together. He had her pulled in tight, her back to his
front. They appeared the perfect image of spooning. She was
smiling in her sleep. I just stood there watching them sleep. I
could only hope for such love in my own marriage... someday. I
finally moved to the bathroom.

I felt awful turning on the water. Surely I would wake the house.
I attempted to be as quiet as the water pipes would permit.
Without Amy 'helping' me get ready, I was finished in a couple of
minutes. I smiled knowing Amy would have delayed me nearly an
half-an-hour. I would not have minded, either.

I was surprised to see that no one was awake after my noise
making. So I quietly eased downstairs. I wrote a note:

To the Cartwrights,
   You all have been such wonderful hosts and friends to me this
week. I do not know how I would have managed without your help. I
cannot express my thanks enough. I've left for work hoping not to
disturb you. I have one more favor to ask, but I will wait til
this evening to ask. Please know I love you all, and I always
will.
          Kisses,
          Keiko

The mall was three miles from our houses. The morning air felt
cool against my naked skin. It felt wonderful. My nipples
responded as I started a brisk walk. Bare foot, I made my course
along the side roads to avoid the gravel shoulders. Few were
outside this early.  I knew I would reach the mall before the
opening, so I took my time simply enjoying myself.

It wasn't my plan to cross paths with Victor, but I did. He was
jogging this morning. When he caught up to me, he walked with me.
After a block or two, Victor tossed his running shorts and
supporter in someone bushes. He saw no reason to be dressed if I
wasn't, although he left on his shoes. We walked together slowly
making our way to the mall. We still were early, maybe by thirty
minutes. Victor washed my feet in the fountain, but there was
little else for us to do in the empty mall. We sat down with our
lips locked together. I really have no idea how long we kissed.
All I know is we never stopped until Vincent walked up and greeted
me good morning.

I introduced Victor to Vincent. Vincent looked uneasy shaking
Victor's hand. Vincent was barely used to seeing me nude, but
having a nude man shaking his hand was a bit much for him. I gave
Victor a quick kiss telling him I would be off work about four
o'clock. Vincent suggested I could leave at two if I wanted. I
told Victor, "I'll see you a little after two then!"

There is virtually nothing to do on Saturdays. Our business was
always quite slow, but more so on the weekend. I spent my time
dusting the books. I guess I should have be thinking about my
parents returning home tomorrow, but I had a plan and I never
imagined it going wrong. It was probably a divine warning that I
should pull a book of Robert Burns poetry to read, 'best laid
schemes o' mice and men...' I didn't see the warning at the time.

The day went quickly. Precisely at two o'clock, Vincent told me to
have fun. I intended to have fun... with Victor.  I raced the
miles back to Victor's house. I didn't even realize I had ran the
entire way. I was barely out of breath, but I was sweating. Mrs.
Gomes answered the door and invited me inside. Victor was running
an errand for her, and she said he would be home soon. I asked if
I may take a quick shower to freshen up. Mrs. Gomes led me down
the hallway and gave me a fresh towel. Okay, it was weird to be
showering in their bathroom, so I quickly cleaned myself trying to
be careful to keep my hair dry. The terry cloth towel soaked the
dampness from my skin and the slight wetness of my hair. As I
stepped from the bathroom, Victor stepped down the hallway. I'm
not completely sure if I pulled him or he pushed me, but we were
back in the bathroom lip locked again. This time he was kissing me
hard, and I pushed back with my mouth. I felt the lavatory against
my butt. In a second, my feet were off the ground. Victor between
my legs. Oh, how easy it would have been for him to slide inside
me just then. I was wet. Somehow, we managed not to lock together
below our waists. Heaven knows we did little to avoid it. I could
feel the warmth and hardness of his erection pressing flat against
my inner thigh.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Gomes said. Victor stepped back. I turned three
shades of red. My legs were wide open! Just as I was ready to saw
NOTHING happened! Mrs. Gomes just closed the door for us. The
moment was lost. Victor started to laugh. I stared at him unable
to keep a straight face. I quickly kissed him as I hopped off the
counter top.

Victor suggested we take his uncle's boat for a ride around the
lake.  I don't know if I feared what I would do alone with Victor
or what he might do to me, but I asked, "Can we take Amy along,
too?"  If Victor had plans, he didn't show it. He thought it would
be fun to have Amy come with us.

Victor ran across the street to get his uncle's boat keys as I
telephoned Amy, "Amy! Victor and I are going for a boat ride. We
want you to come along... No, you won't be a third wheel...
Honest.  Anyhow, a tricycle is more stable than a bicycle... It
means it won't fall over... I want you to come along... Victor
said it would be fun to have you come, too... Please! I really
want to be with you too... Great, we'll be over to get you real
soon... Love ya!"

Victor was smiling big time when he returned, "Uncle Pablo said I
could drive his Lincoln."  Mrs. Gomes didn't like that, but she
just gave us some towels telling us to sit on them. The Lincoln
had leather seats. I never thought about what a mess a naked
person could leave.  It finally dawned on me, all school year no
one ever seemed to pay this detail any attention. I wondered who
sat in my seats after each of my classes. Then I wondered who had
to sit in Bob Freschetti's seat. YUCK!

While the water was too cold to swim, the air was warm, almost hot
in the sun. It felt great as the boat roared from the dock.  Amy
and I sat in the stern seat with the full wind against us. I
noticed Amy's nipples instantly become erect as the fine misty
spray hit us. I teased one of her nipples as I yelled over the
engine noise, "I see you are enjoying this!"

She yelled back, "You are too Nipple Girl!"  My own nipples were
as erect as hers.

Victor was keen on watching the waves as we raced across the lake.
I motioned for Amy to follow me. Crouched down low I reached
towards Victor's muscular butt cheek. Amy reached for his other
cheek. Together we pinched him. He jumped a good two feet off the
deck! He brought the engine to idle then tackled both of us to the
vinyl bench. As we wrestled, Amy was helping Victor tickle me. I
fought back at both of them until I was completely out of breath
from laughing. Then Amy planted a kiss on me. I held her face
tight for a long time.  Victor wasn't going to be left out. He
fell on my breasts suckling and massaging them both. I was loving
the attention. Then Amy broke free. She moved to the other side of
Victor. I could no longer see her, but I felt her hair brushing
the inside of my legs. As Amy kissed her way up my inner thighs,
Victor made his way to my lips. I was soaking wet from all this
attention. It wasn't long before I couldn't breath. I had to hold
Victor back for a minute. Amy hit the spot! When I thought I could
not take it another second, Amy found the spot on the spot! My
hips convulsed. This was intense. From blurry eyes, I saw Victor
just smiling broadly at me as I bucked in reaction to Amy's
actions.  Just when I was ready for her to continue, she stopped.
SHE STOPPED!

Amy dove for her small bag. She rutted through it for a few
seconds. "Found it!" she exclaimed. And handed Victor something
small.

Victor looked troubled and showed me a small red square. I was
puzzled. Amy grabbed the red square back and ripped it open.
Although I had never seen one up close, I knew it was a condom.

I nodded to Victor. He asked, "Are you sure?"

I grabbed the condom and started to slip it over his erection. Amy
sat back, but told me, "Don't put it on too tightly. Leave a
little at the end."  I had no idea what I was doing and it showed.
I ripped the condom. I screamed!

Amy found another one, and this time she slipped it on Victor as I
watched closely. Victor's erection seemed to grow within the
rubber. I was a nervous wreck. Victor sensed this, as did Amy.
They teamed up again to get me over my nerves. Amy started kissing
me on the lips, and Victor kissed my other lips. I was humping his
face in seconds. Then I felt Victor pull away and slide himself
back between my legs. Amy pulled away. Victor was entering me! I
looked at his eyes looking straight in my eyes.

The pain was sharp. I knew it would be from all I had read. Victor
seemed to be pulling back as I showed the pain, but I grabbed his
hips and pulled him back in deeper. It hurt, but it felt strangely
wonderful at the same time. His motions were quick but constant,
and I saw his expression turn to a painful twitch. He pulled out.
I was bleeding. Amy was quick to clean me with a wet towel. Victor
had to walk around Amy to kiss me. I was crying, but I was happy,
very happy. Victor just held me as Amy cleaned my mess.

Amy offered to drive the boat as Victor and I cuddled. I was quite
surprised. Amy was a very good at steering the boat. Much better
as a boat captain than a driver in a car. Victor had me wrapped in
his arms. I was both sad and happy. I never expected to lose my
virginity before my wedding night, but I knew I would never have
traded this day for anything.

Victor told Amy to reduce the power. He and Amy switched
positions. Victor slowly steered us back to the dock.  I thanked
Amy for being here with me. She made my first time very special,
and I would never forget her for making it possible.

As we climbed from the boat, I saw the bloody towel. It appeared
we had gutted fish with it. Victor simply wrapped it up and
carried the filthy thing under the other towels. My friends, no,
my lovers, each were holding me close as we walked back to the
car. I was really worried about soiling his uncle's car seats, but
Victor insisted I just lay down. He cradled me in the back seat.
It took me several minutes to realize, Amy was driving. I sat up
quickly foreseeing my death! Amy had us safely back at her house.

I kissed Victor, "I love you Mister Victor Gomes."

Victor said, "I love you Miss Keiko Wilson."

Amy was tearing up. She threw herself on us in a group hug.

I was crying in joy myself. Amy and I waved good-bye to Victor
after Amy promised to take very good care of me.

Well, she had done an excellent job so far, but her good luck
ended. We were locked out of the house. It seems Davy had left
early to return to college. Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright were out. I
started to laugh. I managed to get locked out of TWO houses within
a week. As we started to walk around the house to see if we could
find a window open or something, I heard a scream...

"KEIKO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

The voice was my mother. I froze. They weren't due back yet! As I
spun around, I saw my father's look of horror. I immediately
covered myself. My father grabbed my mother's arm and pulled her
inside our house.  I chased them, but the door was slammed shut
and locked by the time I reached it.

"Mom! Dad! Please let me explain!" I screamed over the wailing of
my mother. My father approached the locked door only to pull the
curtains shut. I pounded on the door pleading for them to let me
inside.

My father yelled, "My daughter would not be nude outside. I have
no idea who you are, you little tramp."

I screamed, "Daddy, please let me explain!"

My father carried my mother away from the kitchen door saying, "We
no longer have a daughter."

I started sobbing. Amy raced to my side, "Come on Keiko. Let's go
back to my house. They will calm down."

I have no idea how long we sat on the Cartwright's porch. I never
stopped crying. Even when Amy's parents came home, I simply cried
in Mrs. Cartwright's arms.  I knew my babbling was making no
sense. Amy attempted to explain what had happened. Mr. Cartwright
was steamed. He left the house.  All I could hear was shouting,
the words made no sense.  What finally pierced my sobs was the
police siren. Amy, Mrs. Cartwright, and I raced to the window. My
father and Mr. Cartwright were being held back by two officers
with two more moving fast.

I ran from the house towards the commotion. Unfortunately, that
simply sent my father in further hysterics, "Keep that whore off
my property!" One of the policemen grabbed me, and pulled me to
the curb. He was asking me questions, but I couldn't answer. I was
shaking and babbling and crying. Amy translated for me. My father
was escorted back in my house, and Mr. Cartwright was forced back
to his own lawn.

Mrs. Cartwright made sure her husband was alright before racing to
my side. The policemen suggested I stay with the Cartwrights until
my parents settled down.  I knew my father would never settle
down. My life was ruined. Mrs. Cartwright carried me back inside
their house.

When I woke, the pillow was wet.  I had no idea how long I cried
or slept. My gut ached. I felt like throwing up.  I made my way to
the bathroom unable to throw up. I splashed water on my face. I
wanted to crawl away and cry myself to death.

Amy appeared. She looked strange. I couldn't place it at first.
She was wearing clothes! I finally noticed, so was I. The tears
flowed again. Amy held me close, and laid me back in bed. She
rocked me back to sleep.

When I woke, I felt better. My stomach was twisted in knots, but
at least my complete despair was waning.  Amy was still holding
me. She smiled, "If you need to cry some more, I can put on a
clean shirt." I laughed, but it hurt too much. We went back to the
bathroom to freshen up.

Downstairs, I asked, "Have my parents come over yet?"

Mrs. Cartwright said, "I'm sorry Keiko. No. I think I saw them
drive off last night."

I realized I had no idea what day it was. "Last night?" I was told
I had cried and slept for about the last twenty-four hours.

Amy started to cook some soup for us. I decided to help her so I'd
have something edible. She didn't seem to mind. She held me close
as I stirred the tomato soup. Amy said, "Victor has been calling.
I explained what had happened. I hope you don't mind."

I said, "Thank-you, I don't think I could have told Victor. Did
you tell anyone what happened earlier yesterday?"  Amy placed her
forefinger to her lips.

As I poured the soup into our cups, the doorbell rang. I looked
up, "Daddy?"

It was Victor. He had a bouquet of flowers. He dressed in suit,
too. I raced over to hug him. I needed his strength. He carried me
back to the kitchen. I sat in his lap as he fed me spoonfuls of
soup. I started to feel better, but not much. After I finished the
soup, everyone insisted I should go to bed and rest. I didn't feel
much like sleeping. Everyone kissed me good night as I laid in
bed. I was asleep in seconds.

============================

When the alarm went off, Amy was leaning on the bed next to me.
She had sat on the floor and fell asleep with her head on the
mattress. She looked sore as she knocked the alarm clock to the
floor. I reached over and massaged her shoulders. Amy suggested we
shower before going to school.  I slowly rose from the bed.
Without thinking, I pulled off the clothes they had put me in
sometime ago.

This shower with Amy was simply to get clean. We lacked the
playfulness of the past week.

Amy said, "Mother wants me to wear clothes for a week. Then I can
decide whether to wear them to school or not." I asked if I could
borrow something to wear. "Of course." A simple white blouse,
denim skirt, and panties is all I wore. Her few bras and numerous
shoes were too large on my tinier body.

I never could remember dreading attending school as I did this
morning. Mrs. Cartwright told Amy to stop pulling at her clothes.
Amy looked very uncomfortable wearing clothes again. I managed to
thank Mrs. Cartwright for the ride before I flung myself into her
arms crying. Mrs. Cartwright suggested the sooner I return to my
normal routine, the sooner I could get back to normal.

The walk to the school doors never seemed longer.  I saw Nurse
Magee in the hallway. I ran over to her and wrapped my arms around
her. I told her how sorry I was to hear her father had died. I
added, "I know how it is to lose your parents." Maybe I didn't
exactly, but it had certainly felt that way. She held me tight
thanking me.

She moved us over to her office. "Keiko, I think you left your
things here last week."

A new emotion came over me. "Those are no longer mine. My father's
daughter owns that stuff."

Nurse Magee closed the door asking me to explain. I told her
everything. Including making love to Victor. She was very
understanding and supportive. No lectures. No blames. We talked
for a couple of hours. I hardly noticed the time.  Afterwards, I
knew I needed to get to my classes. Fortunately, my next class was
my study break where I worked in the front office.

Principal Harrison seemed relieved to see me with Nurse Magee.
They talked briefly. Then I was asked to go into the principal's
office. Mr. Harrison looked quite tense. "Keiko, we have a little
problem. Your parents have filed a law suit against the school.
The school district's attorney has already called to say I will
have to make your consent form public. I hope you will
understand."

I looked up more upset that my father would have taken action so
quickly. It was bitterness that spoke, "Why does HE have the right
to sue? HE has disowned me. HE has no daughter attending school
here. HE has no legal standing. HE didn't sign anything, I DID!"  
Principal Harrison was shocked. He immediately dialed the phone
and hit the speaker on. He called the school district's attorney.
I was asked to repeat my position. The attorney was quite pleased.
He said I would make a fine lawyer. I joked, "Sorry, I might be
too honest." Fortunately, he laughed.

It was towards the end of lunch Principal Harrison found me eating
with Victor. My father's attorney admitted my father had no case.
The suit was dropped.

Mr. Royer must have heard something from the principal. The whole
support bra project was going to be dropped. A few students were
upset since they had worked to make their 'bras'. Last Friday, the
assembly interrupted the fittings. I decided for Mr. Royer. I
stood up tossing my shirt over my head.  I announced, "Since I'm
not wearing a bra, I suppose I should see if any of the projects
actually work." The class cheered, and Mr. Royer made certain I
wanted to do this. I did.

As I said before, these attempts to construct a support bra had
the appearance of a suspension bridge.  A couple of them actually
did make a crude support, but most were simply a tangling of
strings and were quite uncomfortable. I got a strange look as I
rubbed my breasts after they removed one such tress.  When the
bell rang, I grabbed my books and followed the rest of the class
out the door.

I didn't even realize I had left Amy's blouse in the Physics class
until Mr. Zank mentioned my half attire, "A new fashion statement,
Keiko?"

I laughed, 'See what a week of being nude will do to a girl?"

In gym class, I was back with the girls.  I have no idea why, but
I just wore my tee shirt and gym shoes. We were given knee and
elbow pads to play volleyball. I had a really good time playing
too. I really worked up a sweat playing. I was constantly wiping
the sweat from my eyes using the tee shirt tails. I finally cast
the shirt completely off. I felt even better. I was making bumps I
never would have made a few weeks ago. I was really feeling good!

After showering, I locked Amy's skirt and panties in my locker.  I
walked out of the locker room nude.  Victor was there to meet me.
I planted a kiss on him before he could say a word. When I finally
allowed him to catch his breath, I said, "My life started over
last week. I didn't realize it then, but it did. Victor Gomes, I
want you to be part of the rest of my life."

Victor said, "Ain't no way you'll get rid of me."

===============================


If you are not yet 18 years old, I really mean this,
"STOP READING THIS RIGHT NOW!"



in work... Keiko - Naked in College

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