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Copyright 2004 by Frank Downey. All rights reserved. Personal archiving 
is fine, all other uses require the permission of the author. Do not 
repost.

This is erotica. That means, well, it's supposed to be for adults only. 
Or something like that <G>.

*

CHAPTER TWO

JOE

SEPTEMBER, 2003

*

I stood there in front of my new school, Westport Regional Academy, and 
could only think one thing: I must be out of my mind.

WRA was, you see, a new school, a magnet school with a new 
concept--full-time nudity. That and, supposedly, an atmosphere of sexual 
experimentation. And *I* was going to go here?

I was 14. I was tall and *extremely* skinny. I was shy, especially 
around girls. I couldn't talk to them much less do anything else with 
them. And now I had to prance in front of them naked! And *they* were 
all going to be naked!

As I said, I must be out of my mind.

How did I get into this mess? I gave in. The pressure was subtle, but it 
was there--and it came from multiple directions.

The first two were my siblings. My sister Maggie was 19; my brother 
Vinnie 22. They thought Naked High was the greatest thing ever. Of 
course, they would. I knew that Maggie had been sexually active since 
she was 12--and, until she met her boyfriend Chuck when she was 17, was 
*very* active. Mags had *never* had any problems relating to the 
opposite sex, and didn't quite understand how *I* did. She thought Naked 
High would "loosen me up".

Vinnie, if anything, was worse. Hey, it's easier for girls to get sex. 
The fact that Maggie got laid whenever she wanted had a lot to do with 
the simple fact that she was willing. But Vinnie had just as much luck. 
He'd escaped the Benson Skinny Curse--he had muscles. (Maggie was as 
skinny as I, but that's more acceptable for a girl.) And Vinnie was 
outgoing and charming. And he was so into the Naked High concept that 
he'd been hired to be a teacher there.

My Dad, too, weighed in. He though the nudity concept was cool, but he 
especially liked the rigorous academic program. Hey, that part of it *I* 
liked. But the nudity?

I didn't ask my mother. It would have been difficult, since I haven't 
seen her since I was 5.

Plus, there was one other person--Patrick Drouin, my best friend for 
years. Patrick was all for Naked High and wanted me there, too. But, 
again, Patrick wasn't shy. He was fairly good-looking--short and dark, 
but muscular. Plus he had a fun, outgoing, charming personality that 
girls really liked. He'd do fine at Naked High.

So, with all this subtle `encouragement', I gave in. I decided to attend 
Naked High.

God help me.

At least I didn't have to prance in there naked the first day. They led 
us all to the auditorium for orientation. We wouldn't have to strip 
until later.

They threw a lot of information at us. I was amazed. It was true, it 
wasn't just about nudity. I mean, times during the day, and a special 
place, to have sex? In school? Amazing.

I kept wanting to ask about a special class that would teach me to 
*talk* to a girl. I figured I'd need that before I would have use for 
the pods and the morning fuck-break.

Then there was that thing about teachers having sex with students. 
*That* blew my mind! Of course, that included my *brother*, the teacher. 
Jesus--that's all I needed--competition from *Vinnie*! As if the 
competiton from the likes of Patrick wasn't bad enough!

Then, I found out I was going to have to keep a journal. That wasn't so 
bad--I liked writing. But they partnered me up with Amber Woodard to do 
it. I was going to have to meet with Amber once a month. Amber was 
*scary*. I'd known her since sixth grade and she would intimidate Atilla 
the Hun. Jesus, this was just getting more and more nervewracking.

Anyhow, we went through all that, then they led us to our lockers. Time 
to strip.

Patrick was right by me. "Is this great, or what?" he said. "Naked babes!"

"Yeah. Great," I agreed with absolutely no enthusiasm.

"Come on, this is excellent," Patrick said, quickly stripping off his 
clothes. Easy for *him* to say. The girls will be checking out his 
muscles--with me, they'll be counting my ribs. I managed to get my 
clothes off. Somehow.

"Damn, I need to gain weight," I said.

"Maybe you can get some from *her*," Patrick sniggered, pointing to a 
rather chubby girl down the row of lockers a bit. "She's got enough to 
spare."

"Be nice," I said.

"Ah, you're right, I should."

"Besides which, she has pretty eyes."

"Whatever you say, pal," Patrick teased. But she did--she might have 
been chubby, but she had very pretty eyes.

I looked around. Damn, all these naked girls. I almost wanted to go 
crawl into one of the lockers.

Of course, the worst part was I had a damn hard-on that would *not* go 
down. Jesus. This was mortifying. Of course, most every guy there had 
one--but it didn't seem to bother Patrick.

How the hell was I going to walk around school with my dick hard all day?

And then...I saw *her*.

Oh JESUS. She was a *Goddess*. I couldn't believe how gorgeous she was. 
She was almost as tall as I was--and I'm close to six feet, so that's 
saying something. She had coffee-colored skin, bronze hair, and deep 
brown eyes. She had a regal bearing to her that flummoxed me. She was 
fairly thin, but not too much so--she had curves. Her dark breasts stood 
out proudly, and the twin globes of her ass were high and firm.

"Oh my head," I hissed.

"See something you like?" Patrick teased. His gaze followed mine. "Ah. 
Very nice, but you're welcome to her. I prefer to stay away from girls 
that are half a foot taller than I am."

"Good," I said emphatically. Patrick just laughed. Of course, if I had 
had a woody *before* spying this goddess--it was like a metal rod at the 
moment.

Shit.

After stripping nude, we went down to lunch before we got a tour of the 
whole school. Patrick and I grabbed our food and were looking for a 
table when I heard behind me, "Drouin!"

We turned, and Patrick said, "Justin! You're going here? That's 
awesome!" Patrick was greeting a tall kid, decently built, with 
jet-black hair and Asian features (I'd find out later that he was half 
Korean.) "Hey, Justin, I want you to meet my best friend, Joe Benson. 
Joe, this is Justin Seigler. We met at camp last year."

We shook hands, and Justin pointed to a big blonde kid that was standing 
next to him. "And I want you guys to meet *my* best friend, Aaron 
Bielinski. More commonly known as Moose." I shook the kid's hand. He 
*was* a Moose--he was as tall as I, probably weighed double, but wasn't 
muscular or fat. He was just *big*. I quickly found out, however, that 
he was pretty quiet, until he got to know you.

We got the tour, and I ended up walking behind the goddess I had noticed 
earlier. I was, of course, staring at her. "I think Joe found someone he 
wants to take in those pods," Patrick joked.

Justin followed Patrick's gaze and said, "The tall one? Don't waste your 
time."

"You know her?" I asked.

"Yes. Moose and I are from Newburgh, as is she. Her name's Darcy 
Iniglia. Like I said, don't waste your time. There might be a more 
stuck-up person in the universe, but I haven't seen it."

"Damn, really?" I said.

"Yep. Unless you're the most goregous guy in school, a sports star, or 
filthy rich--and, preferably, all three--she won't give you the time of 
day."

"Damn," I said--but I had the funny feeling that information wasn't 
going to make me stop dreaming. This girl was just too fantastic.

Anyhow, we got the tour. The pods were something else--a perfect place 
to go have sex in the middle of the school day. Justin and Patrick were 
all excited. I was resigned--I wasn't going to be doing anything in 
*these* any time soon. Moose must've agreed. "I wonder if we can use 
those things to jerk off, because I think that's going to be the extent 
of *my* sex life." We all laughed at that.

"You'll find someone," Justin assured him.

"Nah. I can't get girls. I'm too Polish."

Justin laughed--Patrick and I just looked at him. "You'll get used to 
him," Justin said. "One long Polish joke."

"I can't help being Polish," Moose said. "It's a cross to bear."

Well, that was a good thing about the first day--meeting Justin and 
Moose. They were cool.

The first week progressed. Classes were OK--challenging, good teachers. 
I liked that. Having the teachers in the nude took a little getting used 
to. Geometry was the worst. The teacher, Miss Peterson, was a babe. 
Plus, the girl who had invaded my dreams, Darcy Iniglia, sat right next 
to me. And math wasn't my best subject to begin with.

I'd walked past the pods a couple times during my break periods, and it 
seemed that people were already pairing off. There was kind of a waiting 
area, to wait if you were looking for a partner, but I never had the 
guts to wait there--or to approach anyone waiting. I saw my journal 
partner, Amber Woodard, there a few times. I was kind of stunned--*she* 
was having a problem getting hooked up? That surprised me. Maybe I 
wasn't the only guy she intimidated.

Of course, certain other people had no problems getting hooked up. My 
pal Patrick, for instance. I saw him entering the pods one day with this 
stunning brunette. He winked at me and escorted her into one of the pods.

"Jenna Zambrano," he told me at lunch that day. "She's a babe--plays on 
the girl's soccer team. And, boy, can *she* fuck."

"Fine, make me jealous," I said.

"Don't worry, buddy, you'll get yours. You just got to come out of your 
shell." He grinned. "I saw Amber Woodard down there waiting to get 
picked up, you should try some of that. Of course, if you don't satisfy 
her, she'll probably bite it off."

"Bitch?" Justin asked.

"Big time. That girl needs taming, as in Of The Shrew," Patrick said. "I 
don't have the intestinal fortitude for that. And Jenna tells me she's 
even worse on the soccer field--a complete martinet, thinks she's God's 
gift to soccer or something."

"She's in a couple of my classes," Moose said. "She seems OK to me."

"Wait until you get to know her," Patrick warned. "And wear protective 
gear."

That's how the first couple of weeks went--me feeling awkward and 
jealous and left out. And exposed, very exposed. Luckily, it seemed like 
Moose was a bit of a kindred spirit. Even if I wasn't Polish!

And the damn hard-ons still kept making themselves known, at the most 
inopportune moments. There were times it *hurt*. And, despite Moose's 
crack, I wasn't going to go into a pod by *myself* and jerk off. I had 
to wait until I got home.

The only person I really had to talk to about this really *did* try to 
understand. And she did try to help. It's just that we had completely 
different mindsets. I'm talking about my sister, Maggie.

I was glad that Maggie was there, though--at the very least, she was a 
hell of a listener and let me vent. And I appreciated what she had 
done--she decided to stay home for *me*, because of our mother leaving. 
She figured she needed to be around for my high school years. It was 
really quite generous, and it did cost her. Maggie attended East 
Carolina University, which was in decent commuting distance. But she 
lost out on some of the college experience by commuting. What was more, 
she lost out on time with Chuck, her boyfriend. Chuck attended North 
Carolina State, for its architecture program. But he lived there--that 
was too far to commute. Maggie only saw him on the weekends, and not 
every weekend at that.

And it wasn't just Chuck, either-most of her friends lived at school. 
Chuck was joined at NC State by a lot of them--Frankie, Cassie, David, 
Missy, Michelle Ingemi, Eric Andrews. Ed Bauer and Natalie Weinberg were 
at UNC-Chapel Hill. Maggie's best friend Amanda and her boyfriend Jared 
were all the way at Princeton. And two other friends, Amber's sister 
Lily and her boyfriend Mike, were way out in California, at USC. (They 
played baseball--led USC to the College World Series championship last 
year.) That was Maggie's *whole* crowd in high school--and none of them 
were around. And Maggie was here because of me. There were days I felt 
guilty about that.

So, one day during the second week of school, I came home. She was 
sitting on the couch, the phone to her ear. She grinned at me and 
pointed to the chair. "Yeah, Braden, I love you too, you big mushball. 
See you Friday." She hung up the phone and grinned at me. "That's the 
problem with a long-distance relationship. I've got to listen to 
Chuckles get all gooey and romantic over the phone."

"And you love every minute of it," I teased her.

"True, true. Just don't tell *him* that. Anyhow, how's it going? How's 
Naked High?"

"OK, I guess."

"Well that was remarkable in its lack of enthusiasm, little brother," 
she grinned.

"I'm thinking that it was a mistake."

"Naked High, you mean? Why?"

"I don't fit in there," I said.

"Why on earth *not*?"

"I'm skinny. I'm shy. I'm surrounded by beautiful naked girls and I 
can't even talk to them. Patrick already hooked up with someone. I see 
people hooking up all the time. And my dream girl sits next to me in 
Geometry and I can't even say hello."

"Dream girl?" Maggie hissed. "Now *there's* a problem. Joe, you're 14. 
Play the field, bro. Don't get all hung up on one girl. You want to have 
fun *now*."

"You have Chuck."

"I started going out with Chuck when I was 17. When I was *your* age, I 
had a different person in bed every weekend! And, believe me, I'm glad I 
did--because if I hadn't then, I'd be tempted now, what with Chuck and I 
separated most of the week. Now's the time to sow wild oats, Joe. 125 
girls in that school and you picked out *one*?"

"You should *see* her," I said.

"Well, fine, Joe, keep her in mind--but don't pass up any other 
opportunities, that's all I'm saying."

" *What* opportunities?" I hissed, exasperated.

"The ones you're missing because you're too shy. Take your clothes off."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me, take your clothes off. You do it in school, don't you? 
And I'm your big sister, I changed your freakin' diapers, for fuck sake. 
Strip!"

I stripped. I didn't know quite what Maggie was getting at, but I 
stripped. She made me stand in the middle of the room, and she circled me.

"OK, so you're skinny--but not painfully so. You're not as skinny as I 
am. You might want to think about working out with weights a little, to 
get some definition, but it's not bad." She circled around. "You have a 
nice ass," she giggled. Damn, I blushed at that! Then she came back 
around to the front. "And there is absolutely *nothing* wrong with 
*that*," she said, smirking, as she pointed to my (hard) dick. "You have 
a fine face, Joe, you're handsome. And you're tall--girls *like* tall 
guys. You can put your clothes back on now." I did, in record time. 
"Sit," she said, pointing next to her on the couch, after I was dressed. 
"Now, listen to me. Joe, you're a good-looking guy. Trust me, OK? You 
have nothing to be ashamed about. There *are* girls that are looking at 
you, OK? I guarantee it."

"Whatever you say, Mags."

"I say. And some of them are as shy as you are. Don't forget that."

"Nobody's as shy as I am," I said. "Well, maybe my new friend Moose is, 
but that's it."

"Trust me," Maggie said.

"I'll try."

I did try, but I still couldn't bring myself to talk to *any* girls, 
much less my dream girl, Darcy.

Then something incredible happened.

It was the third week of school, on a Wednesday. And it started out as 
an awful day. I must have had some funky dreams, or something, because 
my hard-on would *not* go down. All through the morning, I was sitting 
there in class with a woody that just wouldn't quit. I mean, I got 
hard-ons, normally, but I'd had *some* luck controlling them, the more 
used to the nudity I got. Not completely--Darcy walking by still made me 
sprout--but this *constant* thing was very annoying.

My last class before morning break was Biology. I was so horny and 
frustrated that I actually considered going to the pods and doing 
myself, as embarrassing as that would be. I stumbled out of class, when 
suddenly a short, cute strawberry blonde moved herself into my path.

"Hi," she said. She pointed to my crotch and said, "That looks painful."

"Uh..." was all I could get out of my mouth.

She giggled, and wrapped her arm around mine. "Come on," she said, 
leading me through the halls. My arm was rubbing up against her breast. 
Jeez, as if I weren't hard enough! "I'm Jordan McKinney," she said.

"Uh, Joe Benson."

"Nice to meet you, Joe. I've noticed you in class. You're very shy, 
aren't you?"

"Uh, well....."

"That's what I thought," she giggled. "Come on, you shouldn't have to 
walk around like that all day." She led me through the corridors--and 
down to the pods. She found an empty one, and led me in. I sat on the 
mattress, wondering what the hell was going on. She rummaged through the 
storage drawers in the pod, and came out with a bottle of lubricant. She 
put a dab on her hand-and then grabbed my dick! I let out a startled groan.

"Better?" she giggled. "Well, it will be in a minute. I saw you in bio 
like this and thought that I had to help you out." She looked at me. 
"You've never had this done to you, have you?" I shook my head. "Well, 
then, just enjoy it. I like doing this--especially to sweet, shy guys." 
I blushed at that--of course, I was blushing to begin with!

The lubricant on her hand let her slide her hand up and down my dick 
easily. She had a firm but gentle grip on it, and it felt *fantastic*.

I think that's when I realized my big sister had a point. I'd been 
staring at Darcy for three weeks-and this girl I'd never even really 
*noticed* was giving me a handjob, and it was *her* idea. And she was 
cute, and nice, and all that good stuff. Mags was right, about a lot of 
things.

Then I couldn't think anymore, because I was too busy having the 
greatest cum of my life, all over Jordan's hand!

As I tried to catch my breath, I realized something--they really did 
plan out these pod things. There were even kleenex--which Jordan was 
using on her hand--and a little wastebasket built into the wall. When 
she was done, she looked at me and giggled. "Feel better?"

"Much," I managed.

"Good. Would you do me? I got all turned on doing that!"

Oh SHIT. Jesus, I *wanted* to say yes, but, you want to talk about 
terrifying? I wouldn't have any clue as to what to do!

Bless Jordan, she caught it. "You've never done that before, have you?"

"No," I admitted, blushing scarlet.

She just giggled. I was really getting to like that giggle. "That's OK, 
Joe, effort's worth everything. We can work up to it. Kiss me." I did. 
It wasn't quite my first kiss, but it was close. It certainly was my 
first *naked* kiss! And it was the first kiss that I felt the girl's 
tongue snake into my mouth. While she was devouring me, she grabbed my 
hand, and pulled it to her boob. I fondled it, gently, and felt her 
nipple harden under my hand. She hummed into my mouth--now that was nice 
and satisfying!

After a bit, she broke the kiss. "Ok, now put your mouth where your hand 
is, and put your hand....you know where," she giggled. I moved down to her 
breast--kissing her neck on the way down on an impluse, which she 
liked--and put my mouth around her nipple. Man, was this fun! Jordan's 
breasts weren't huge, but they were firm and attractive. As I sucked on 
her nipple, she let out a low groan. I moved my hand between her legs, 
which she spread to give me better access.

"OK, start by running your finger up and down the length of it, gently," 
she said. So I did. She was *really* wet, I felt it on my finger. She 
kind of shuddered as I did it. "OK, now slip your finger in." I did. 
Damn, I actually had my finger in a girl's pussy!

"Slide it in and out," she said. I did. At one point, she yelped. "Oh, 
yeah! Did you feel that patch that's a little rougher? That feels really 
good." I found what she was talking about, and rubbed my finger on it. 
She started panting.

"OK," she said after a bit, shakily, "pull your finger out. Then run it 
on the outside again. At the top, you'll find a little nub. That's my 
clit. That's where it all happens. But gently, it's sensitive."

I moved my finger up her pussy, and found the nub she was talking about. 
I gently flicked it. She gasped. "Oooh! Yeah! Right there!" I kept at 
it, gently. She was gasping and moaning. Then she said, "More!" So I 
rubbed at it harder. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, stiffened, and her 
hips came off the mattress, as she let out a series of yelps. After she 
settled down, she pulled my hand away. I pulled my mouth off her nipple 
and looked at her.

She looked very happy. Wow--did *I* do that?

After a minute, she opened her eyes and grinned at me. "Wow, that was a 
good one!"

"You mean, you had a, you know...."

"Orgasm? Did I ever! And you said it was your first time."

"It was."

"You're a natural," she grinned.

That's when I threw the shyness off for once in my life. I leaned over 
and kissed her cheek. "I'm no natural--you're a good teacher. Thank you."

"Thank *you*," she said, giggling. "Joe, you're cute, you know? Lots of 
girls around here. Don't be so shy."

"You sound like my sister," I laughed.

"Your sister must be smart. Joe, take my--and her--advice. Enjoy 
yourself. Let me tell you a secret--a lot of the guys around here are 
scary, OK? And a lot of the girls here aren't any more experienced than 
you are. I am, but a lot aren't. Trust me, girls talk. And, like I said, 
a lot of the guys here scare them. There are nice guys here, for sure--I 
know you're friends with Patrick Drouin, and he's a nice guy. But, I 
have to tell you--take somebody like Alex Randall. You think most girls 
here would pick him over you?"

"Of course they would!" I said. "He's a hunk, and a big basketball star...."

"And an asshole," she finished. "Yeah, some girls would pick him, but 
not most. For most girls, a cute, sweet, shy guy like you is far more 
appealing, especially if the girl is inexperienced. Remember that, OK?"

"I'll try. Thanks."

"You're welcome. And, who knows, maybe you and I can come in here again 
some day," she giggled. "But now we have to get to class."

"Yep. Jordan? Thanks again. You're a great person."

"So are you."

I talked to Maggie that night about it. I don't talk out of school, but 
Maggie's a different story. "See?" she said. "I told you."

"I'm still in shock," I admitted.

"Why on earth, Joe? I keep telling you. You're attractive. In an 
atmosphere like Naked High, you *will* get girls--unless you want 
something exculsive with this Jordan girl."

"No, I don't think so--and I get the distinct impression that *she* 
wouldn't be interested in that. I think she's more into playing the 
field right now. Besides which, I barely know her."

"See, now you're wising up. But if she offers you more lessons, take her 
up on them," she grinned.

"Mags, I'm not *stupid*, you know," I grinned back. "She was really 
patient and understanding. It was great. I wouldn't turn it down again, 
believe me."

"Good. She sounds like fun. Hell, she sounds like *me-*-well, me pre-Chuck."

"I had thought of that, yes. Do you miss it?"

"Being the school slut? Well, that's a tough question. Not really--but I 
have a twinge, only because I don't see Chuck enough. If Chuck and I 
didn't go to different schools, and could see each other more often, I 
wouldn't care at all. It was fun, I'm glad I did it, but I really do 
love Chuck."

"Ah. Would you ever cheat on him?"

She grinned at me. "Well, it wouldn't be cheating, because he's given me 
permission. He knows this is tough for me because my sex drive is so 
ridiculous. And I still haven't done it. Because, even though he's given 
me permission, it would still screw things up."

"Really? Even though he's given you permission?"

"I'd feel so damn guilty, Joe. When I first started going out with 
Chuck, I was afraid it wouldn't last--and I was afraid that *I* would be 
the one who'd screw it up. Basically, I was afraid I'd be like Mom. So, 
if I screwed someone else, I wouldn't feel good about myself at all." 
She laughed. "I just have to make sure I keep the batteries stocked for 
my vibrator."

"Too much information, Sis," I laughed. "You should transfer to NC State 
next year."

"Nah," she said. "I'm fine. And you do need me, so there!"

The rest of the month would have been OK. Jordan didn't pull me into the 
pods again, but she gave me a wink and a grin the next day, and always 
said "Hi," when she saw me. I was more comfortable with the nudity. I 
still didn't have much self-confidence, but it was getting better.

Then I got a blow. I saw my dream goddess, Darcy, going into the 
pods--with Alex Randall!!!!

Damn.

Then I saw them together all the time.

Double damn.

Alex Randall? What an asshole. And he was making time with *my* dream girl!

I actually had a chat with Jordan about it. We were walking from 
biology. "Well, you were wrong," I told her. "Some people would choose 
Alex Randall over me--and it's the one I have a crush on."

"Darcy Iniglia?" she asked. I nodded. "Joe, you got to have better taste 
than *that*. Darcy's a complete snob."

"Yeah, everyone keeps telling me that."

"And it doesn't make a difference to you at all, does it? Ah, well, who 
can understand infatuation? Money bet says it doesn't last, anyhow. So 
here's your chance to, er, increase your experience with other girls."

"That would be nice," I laughed.

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The month ended with the journal swap with Amber Woodard. And, damn, she 
really is a bitch. Took my copy, gave me hers--and *dismissed* me, is 
the only word I can come up with to describe it. I doubt she even read 
mine, though we're supposed to. I did read hers. Who would've ever 
suspected Amber was having trouble getting laid? Then again, she didn't 
have the most pleasant personality in the world.

Damn, four years I had to go through this? Damn.

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