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John and Carol - NiS and beyond - Week Three - Monday Morning


John
Monday morning

I awoke to my buzzer sounding. It was 6:30 AM on a Monday morning. I
had changed the time so I wouldn't be late for school. I had been
oversleeping lately and this was going to be a day to remember. Unlike
that Monday morning two weeks ago (was it only two weeks ago?) I knew
what I had to do that day so I sat up in my bed, reached over and
turned off the alarm. Standing up, I walked to the bathroom to take
care of things. Then, without bothering to dress, I walked downstairs
to the kitchen.

Mom greeted me with a kiss. "Good morning, Johnny. Did you sleep
well?"

I smiled at her. I still couldn't get over how sexy she was, all naked
with just an apron on. "Yes, fine. No dreams that I remember. I guess
I'm kind of looking forward to getting back to school. Do you think
you could give me a ride? The box will be a little cumbersome to
carry, otherwise."

"Of course, dear. After you eat, call Carol and tell her we'll pick
her up as well."

I told her I would. I didn't even wait to finish eating. Not wanting
to miss her - I looked at the clock, it was almost 7:15 - I called her
number and her mom answered. She said Carol would be waiting. I
thanked her and hung up. While I ate, Mom had gone to get dressed. Dad
came in to see me sitting there naked. "Not going to school, John?" he
quipped.

I looked at him and grinned. "It'll only take me a few seconds to
dress. I'm not planning to wear a lot, since I'll just have to take it
off anyway when I get there." He nodded, drank a cup of coffee, kissed
Cindy who had come down in the meantime, kissed Mom when she had
returned dressed and took off for work. 

I hurried and finished with my breakfast, went upstairs to dress in a
pair of jeans, no underwear, why bother, and a pullover shirt and
jacket. I checked my box, making sure I had everything in the box I
needed, including my doctor's note about Gym, and grabbed my cane. I
figured I wouldn't be used to walking around as much as I would have
to, so I had decided to take my cane with me. 

Mom helped me with the box going downstairs. I still wobbled a bit on
them from time to time and I had to be careful. Going outside, I saw
Cindy sitting in the front seat, with her hands on the steering wheel.

"New driver, Mom?" I asked her as I got into the back seat with my
box. Mom laughed and shooed Cindy over to the passenger side. "I don't
think she meets the age requirement yet," she said, grinning. A moment
later, we pulled out and headed over to pick up Carol.

It was almost 7:40 when we got to Carol's house to find her standing
on the curb, her filled bag hanging from her shoulder. She had on a
green dress that went to just above her knees and it had short
sleeves. She looked adorable. I felt my cock lurch when I thought of
her naked, as we both would be soon.

"Good morning, Carol. How are you today?" Mom said to her as I put the
box on my lap so she could sit next to me. "I'm fine, thank you, Mrs.
Smith," Carol said, smiling.

As Carol got settled in her seat, Mom took off and we went to school.
After we got out at the street edge we waved goodbye to my Mom as she
drove off to take Cindy to her school, then I carried Carol's and my
bags while she carried my box into school. She's such a nice girl. We
went inside to our lockers where she helped me place my box inside on
the bottom. It was a tight squeeze but it just barely fit. 

Getting my morning assignments out and putting them into my bag with
the three texts, I noticed Carol looking at my cane. I told her, "I'm
not sure if I'll need this or not. I won't be used to the walking I'll
have to do, so I'd rather be safe than sorry."

She nodded and took my arm as we walked down the hall to the office.
The secretary smiled at us as we entered. Carol smiled back, saying,
"Good morning, Mrs. Richards. How are you today?"

I thought, Mrs. Richards? Could she be related to my doctor? Hmmm. I
didn't have time to ask her though.

"Fine, thank you, Carol." she said, smiling. "John, How are you? You
caused quite a stir a couple weeks ago," she asked me, smiling
pleasantly.

"Much better, thank you, ma'am," I told you. "Still a little wobble at
times. I hope I'm allowed to keep my cane. I wouldn't want any
accidents," I told her, indicating my cane in my right hand and
smiling.

She smiled again and said for us to go into Mr. Taylor's office and he
would be with us shortly. We did, sitting in the two chairs again. I
pulled out my Doctor's note and got ready to hand it to Mr. Taylor
when he came in.

"This feels familiar," Carol said to no one in particular.

I looked at her, and she smiled at me. I told her, "Yes, but then, it
was different. Then, we didn't want to be here, now we do. I wonder
who the regular pair will be?"

Carol shrugged just as the door opened and Mr. Taylor entered with two
students. When we stood up and looked to see who they were, we were
surprised. Carol rushed over to the girl embracing her and saying,
"Jean, they picked you?" She nodded. She also didn't look too well,
her face was pale, like it did in the hospital. When she saw me
though, she brightened and smiled. 

"Hi, Jean, how are you?" I asked her, smiling. She shrugged and tried
to smile, saying she could have done without this. She was still
getting accustomed to having her mother speaking to her and they're
having to have police protection, I guess.

I turned and looked at the boy. He was about an inch taller that me
and had red hair. He looked sick as well. I figured I'd better do
something so I reached out and shook his hand. "Hi, I'm John Smith,
the first guinea pig," I said, smiling, trying to lighten the mood,
"and this is Carol Rogers, my partner. We know Jean Barons, but I'm
not familiar..."

"Tom Corbin," he said in a weak voice. "This can't be what I think it
is, can it?" He seemed scared out of his wits, but then, we knew how
he felt, didn't we? I nodded and smiled. "The first couple of hours
are nerve-wracking and embarrassing, but after that, if you let
yourself calm down, you can have some fun with it. Carol and I did,
and we plan to have fun this week, as well."

"That's right," Carol said, squeezing Jean comfortingly. "The first
time you get felt up, you'll want to run away screaming, but you'll
get used to it, I promise." Jean tried to smile again, but she wasn't
very convincing. After what she had just gone through, I couldn't
wonder why she thought this was a bad idea.

Mr. Taylor had gone to sit behind his desk. He watched this without
remark, his face passive and calm. I turned to him and handed him my
note. "Dr. Richards says I can't take Gym for two weeks, this week and
next week, but after that, I should be fine." He nodded and put it in
a folder, which was mine, I assumed.

"Okay," he said, "Miss Barons, Mr. Corbin, you know why you're here.
John and Carol are here because of special circumstances. They'll be
joining you this week in the Program. Because they have experienced
some of it previously, I want you to listen to them. They know what to
expect, and even if you don't have the same classes as them,
except..." and here he checked his pad. "Yes, you two share Gym fourth
period with them, so stay with them as much as possible and they'll
get you through it. I've heard from the other participants that the
first day is the hardest. Get through today, and the rest of the week
should be a breeze," he told them, smiling.

He handed each of us a pamphlet, the same one we had received the
first time. I looked at Carol and she nodded. We had discussed the
possibility of stripping first to give the others a chance to catch
their breaths, so to speak. I turned to Mr. Taylor and said, "Carol
and I will go first. We figure it will give them a chance to nerve
themselves. I know I needed a chance my time here." 

Mr. Taylor nodded and in just a few seconds, our clothes were off and
in the box on the floor and we were naked. I could see Tom's eyes were
focused on Carol. Not only his, either. Mr. Taylor and Jean were both
looking at her bald pussy.

"Wow!" Tom said. 

Carol blushed and smiled. 

Mr. Taylor grinned. "The boys will love that, Miss Rogers. You have
certainly changed over the past two weeks."

"The Program was a big part of it, but getting to know John and going
through with him as he went through his ordeal was a lot of it, too. I
think I learned that life is short and you should get out of it what
you can. There may be no tomorrow."

I squeezed her hand in comfort as we watched Jean and Tom begin to
undress. I guess they figured out what Carol and I had figured out
that first day. We had to do it so we did. I watched Jean's face as
she stared at my cock as she pulled off her blouse. She looked up at
me and blushed. I smiled at her and said, "It's all right to look, or
even touch. All four of us will be touched many times this week.
You'll find yourselves getting aroused many times. As Mr. Taylor was
kind enough to remind us at the time we started, it's all right to
feel good about the feelings. Enjoy them, and for heaven's sake, don't
be afraid of asking for relief. It took only two periods for us to
ask. Right, Carol?"

"Right, John, and then Mrs. Collins had to goad you," she replied,
smirking. 

I grinned. "Yes, but you needed it too if I remember right," I said,
smiling.

Tom looked at each of us and cried out, "Oh, I could never. It's too
embarrassing to even think about it, in front of all those..." and he
moaned. He was desperately trying to hide himself but Carol would have
none of it. She looked at me and grinned as she pulled his arms to his
side. "Uh uh, none of that. As John was kind enough to remind me, the
rules explicitly forbid you to hide yourself in anyway. If you carry
book bags, you should carry them by the strap so as not to hide the
good parts." She grinned when she said that.
 
Mr. Taylor broke in as both Tom and Jean were then fully undressed,
wearing just their shoes and socks, just like Carol and me. "Okay,
first period has started so I think you need to get to classes. I
suggest you eat lunch together. You can pick up passes from the
secretary. 

"Jean and Tom, as I tried to tell John and Carol two weeks ago, if you
let yourself, you can enjoy this week. Follow the rules and you'll
have no problems."

I looked at him and showed him my cane. "I don't want any accidents,"
I told him.

"That's fine. That fits under safety gear," he said. "How are you, by
the way? Getting back to normal?"

"Yes, gradually. I thought that I might get tired later in the day, so
I brought it with me. I hope I'll get rid of it by Wednesday or so as
I get my legs back," I told him.

We finally got out of there. I looked at the clock and saw that it was
about 8:20. We had to hurry or we'd miss the whole class. Getting our
passes, we stepped out into the empty hall. I looked at Tom and Jean.
Of the two, Jean seemed more composed. "How are you two doing? Where
do you need to go?"

Jean pointed down the right side hallway, while Carol and I had to go
left. "Okay, now listen. Forget many of the rules your parents may
have taught you about how to comport yourselves here. If you get
excited, enjoy it. Ask for relief. Tom, especially, you don't have to
suffer through the rest of first period and all of second with that,"
and I pointed to his erect, bobbing 7 inch cock, "ask for relief.
You'll find lots of girls will want to give it to you." I smiled at
him for encouragement. "If you're afraid of what your parents will
think, just remember, they're not here. Let go. Okay?"

He nodded, though I think he wasn't that convinced. We patted them on
the shoulder and were about to go when Jean grabbed me and kissed me,
thanking me for what I had done saving her life. Then, she grabbed
Tom's hand and ran down the hall.

Carol looked at me strangely. I shrugged. "She just wanted to thank me
again for saving her life in the hospital. What could I do? I stood
there because I'm a gentleman."

"Uh huh, suuure you are, you letch. Come on," she laughed and grabbed
my hand. A few minutes later we were outside our English class. I
opened the door and we stepped in. Just like last time, we were late.
We looked at Mrs. Collins as the class fell silent. She came over and
asked me how I was. I told her fine, smiled at her and handed her my
pass. Carol handed over hers and we went to our seats. Once again, we
were the only two naked guys there. I could feel everyone's eyes on us
until Mrs. Collins called the class to order. The rest of the period,
all thirty-five minutes or so, went smoothly.
 

Carol  
Monday morning

That Monday I awoke at my usual time to jump out of bed, rush through
my shower and dress in a green dress with short sleeves, with black
sneakers. I knew that I would only have to disrobe at school anyway so
I didn't wear any underwear. 

Going to the kitchen, Mom had my breakfast ready. "Morning, Mom," I
said, smiling at her and giving her a kiss on her cheek. She smiled
back and kissed me in turn. "Excited to be going back to school with
John?"

"Yes, very," I told her as I started eating. She sat down and looked
at me. "Are you worried about the Program?"

"No, I can't wait. I know that sounds funny, but this week, we get to
help someone who hasn't gone through it yet. I hope we can make it
easier for them." 

Mom nodded. A few minutes later, the phone rang and she answered it.
It was John calling to say his mother was taking him to school and
they would pick me up in a few minutes. I finished breakfast, kissed
Mom and Dad and grabbed my bag. I was out waiting on the curb when
their car drove up. I opened the door as John moved the box so I could
sit down. Mrs. Smith greeted me and we made small talk as she drove to
the school. 

When we arrived, I got out, reached in and took John's box. It was
heavy. He got out and took my bag along with his, said goodbye to his
mother and we watched as she drove away with Cindy. Then we walked up
the walkway to the front door. I noticed that he had brought his cane,
but didn't mention it right away.

When we got inside, we went to our lockers. I set his box down and he
put it inside his locker after taking out the things he would need for
the morning classes. After that we went to the office where Mrs.
Richards told us to go right into Mr. Taylor's office and wait for
him. It wasn't a long wait.

As we waited, we talked a little until Mr. Taylor came in with the two
participants for the week. John and I stood and turned to see who they
were. Boy, were we surprised. As soon as I saw who the girl was, I
screamed out, "Jean, they picked you?" I rushed over and hugged her. I
could tell right away that she was less than thrilled to be there. I
knew how she felt. She did smile when she saw John.

John asked her how she was and she replied that she could be better,
but so far things were going better. At least they were until then. We
both agreed with that. 

We didn't know the boy, but after John had introduced us to him, he
told us his name. He looked like he could curl up in a ball and die.
John gave them both a good pep talk, and we both tried to bolster
their spirits.

John handed Mr. Taylor his Gym note and assured him that he was
feeling better but that he felt he needed his cane for later in the
day. Mr. Taylor agreed, saying it was safety gear, allowed under the
rules.

After Mr. Taylor had given his speech to Tom and Jean and handed us
each a copy of the pamphlet, John and I stripped to give them a chance
to calm down a little. Jean followed suit faster than I would have
thought she would, with Tom following behind. I grinned when they all
gawked at my bald pussy, even Mr. Taylor, but then we had to get to
class. 

John gave them another pep talk in the hall about enjoying their time
in the Program, asking for relief and so forth, then we separated and
went our ways. We would see them again fourth period.

We made it to English class, greeted Mrs. Collins, handed her our
passes, then went to our seats. It was too late to ask for relief, but
we didn't need it anyway. When the class ended, John and I handed in
our homework. Mrs. Collins made a face when she saw his pile. I
laughed and said, "It's your fault, Mrs. Collins." She grinned and
nodded. Then we were out of there, headed for Algebra with Mr.
Cartwright. 

We made it with very little effort. I was surprised that so few
students were asking to touch us. John, I could understand, he had
been sick, but me? Perhaps, I thought, it was still strange to them to
see two naked people walking the hall. After all, the Program had only
lasted for a day and a half, not really enough time for them to grow
accustomed to it. Anyway, we got to Algebra on the second bell and
handed in our homework. He saw John's pile and just put it on his
desk, shaking his head as we sat down. Some of the students were
looking at us and I turned so they were were looking right at me. I
swear, what had I become? Two weeks ago, I was a demure, sweet girl
who wore simple plain clothes and didn't have a thing to do with boys.
Now, I was walking around naked and flaunting myself, and I had a
boyfriend. Imagine that.

After class, in which both John and I had to go up and do some
problems on the board, much to the amusement of the class, I'll tell
you, after which we headed to French class with Mrs. Bennett. That was
fun. John's two weeks of homework almost swamped her desk. All the
conjugated verbs, I guess. Anyway, John was feeling a little tense so
I gave him a blow job. I didn't particularly care for it, but he did.
It was better than getting his stuff all over me and him, I guess.


Jean 
Monday morning

When I woke up that Monday morning, I expected just another day in
school. Little did I know what was awaiting me that morning.

I got out of bed, did everything I needed to do in the bathroom,
packed my bag with my school stuff and dressed in a green blouse, red
checkered skirt and loafers. Then I went downstairs to the kitchen for
breakfast. Mom was there talking to the night guard policeman assigned
to protect us from my father's gang. They looked up when I entered and
my mom smiled. Imagine that. She rarely smiled in all the years I had
known her.

"Good morning, Jean," she said. "Did you sleep well?"

"So-so," I told her after saying good morning to them. "I'll sleep
better after the trial is over and we can get back to a more normal
life. No offence, Officer Brannigan," I said to the man, smiling as I
sat down.

"None taken, Miss Barons. As I was saying to your mother, the trial is
due to start in a month. Due to its high-profile nature, it is being
speeded up. It shouldn't take long after that. There will be a man to
take you to school and he will meet you after school for your
protection until the trial is over, seeing as how you are one of our
prime witnesses. We can't let anything happen to you."

I smiled at him as mom set my breakfast down in front of me. I felt
hungry so I dove right in. It was a good thing I did because later on
I couldn't eat a thing.

As I got ready to leave for school at 7:40 (I always like to get there
early. I don't like being late for school.) a police car pulled up in
front of our house. a man in a police uniform got out and addressed
Officer Brannigan.

"Good morning, Paul," he said to the man. "This is the young lady
we're protecting?" he asked, indicating me.
 
"Yes, Dan," Officer Brannigan said, nodding to the man. "You're to
take her directly into her school and meet her there after school to
bring her home. She is not to left alone off school grounds."

He nodded and escorted me to the police car and opened the front door.
I thanked him as I got in. After being settled in, I strapped myself
in and we took off. We reached the school in less than five minutes. I
was nervous for some reason, so he allowed me to wait a few minutes
until about five minutes before the bell.

I saw John and Carol enter the school at different times. I was happy
to see them, even if they didn't see me. 

At the appointed time, the policeman walked me up to the school's
front door through the throng of students all trying to get through
the double doors at the same time. He separated them and led me
inside. I saw Mr. Evers talking to Tom Corbin, one of my fellow class
mates.

"I'll meet you right outside at quarter after three, Miss Barons," the
police officer told me, tipping his cap. I thanked him and was about
to go to my home room class when Mr. Evers stopped me. I must have
looked puzzled because all he said was, "Please come with me, Miss
Barons."

I looked at him and then followed him towards the office. Tom walked
along beside me, looking pale and sick.

"What's this about?" I asked him in a whisper.

"T-the Pr-Program," he stuttered. 

He was ill, I thought. Then it hit me. The Program! Oh, Man! That's
what John and Carol were in. That means we have to go naked in school
this week. I almost missed a step when Mr. Evers stopped and I bumped
into him. We were standing just outside the office door.

"Please go inside and Mr. Taylor will be with you in a moment," he
told us matter-of-factly, like we were going for late passes or
something. 

I looked at Tom and thought to myself, 'Oh gee, he is going to be
sick.' I knew Tom slightly. He seemed like a nice boy, but he was
quiet and didn't associate much with the other students. I guess he
was shy. I just shook my head and said, leaning over towards him,
"Calm down. It might not be as bad as you think, Tom. John and Carol
did it for a day and a half before he got sick. I'm sure that won't
happen to us."

He groaned as I turned opened the door to the office. As we entered, I
saw Mr. Taylor just leaving his office. He smiled as he saw us and
motioned us to come into his office. We did. As we entered the smaller
room, I saw John and Carol standing there by the desk talking. When
they saw us, Carol came rushing over to me crying out, "Jean, they
picked you?" I nodded.

Mr. Taylor gave us his prepared speech about the Program. Then John
and Carol gave us some pep talks and before we knew it, we were naked,
right along with John and Carol who, I noticed, had shaved her pubic
hair. She looked like a young girl with small breasts.

I looked at Tom and immediately saw that he had nothing to be shy
about. He blushed and tried to cover himself but Carol prevented him
from doing so, saying that it was against the rules. 

A few moments later, we were outside and ready to get to class. John
gave another pep talk and then we separated. They had to go down the
south corridor while we went up the north corridor. 

As we walked down the corridor I heard Tom muttering something. It
sounded like, "My dad's going to kill me," or something. Maybe he had
problems at home?

As we entered our first period class, we handed our passes to Mr.
Kenyon, our computer sciences teacher, as the whole class looked on,
silent as a lamb. I pulled Tom to his desk. he seemed spellbound. I
whispered, "Earth to Tom, Earth to Tom, are you there?" as he sat
down.

His head jerked to look at me and as he blinked a few times to clear
his vision, he blushed. his head was just level with my pussy. I
rubbed it and leaned over and said, "It's alright to look and touch."

He slouched down in his seat and just stared into open air.

The class went pretty smothly. We were studying some of the older
languages like Cobal and Fortran before going into newer ones later in
the quarter. I doubt any of the boys heard a word Mr. Kenyon said,
though, because all of them were staring at me. It was weird, and it
made my pussy wet.


Tom
Monday morning

Hello. I was asked to tell about my experiences during my week in the
Program. I know the others have written about theirs, so here goes.

That Monday when I woke to my alarm, I had barely shut iut off before
my dad was in my room, yelling at me to get out of bed before I was
late for school. What did he think? It was 6:45am. 

My dad and I live alone. My mom died when I was born from
complications of my birth and Dad has never forgiven me. No matter how
I try, it's never good enough for him. And people wonder why I keep to
myself. 

Anyway, I got out of bed nude. Dad insists I sleep that way to keep
from buying me pajamas, as I would wear them anyway, this stage in my
life. Going to the bathroom, I did my morning ritual and returned to
my room where I dressed in slacks and a T-shirt, with underwear, (Dad
was at least nice enough to provide me with those anyway) and shoes
and socks. Grabbing my bag which I had packed the previous night, I
went into the kitchen and ate some cereal while dad sat there staring
at me. God, I hate that! 

After I washed my glass and bowl and utensils, I grabbed my bag, put
my jacket on, although it seemed warm that day, and went out into the
world. I was just glad to get away from him. He had told me to be home
no later that three thirty so I could do my usual chores. I figured my
day couldn't get any worse, could it? I was wrong.

I got to the school about 7:45 or so and waited around til the doors
were unlocked, then I went inside to my locker. I still had a few
minutes till the first bell when I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

I turned around and saw Mr. Evers, the Vice Principal, standing there.

"Mr. Corbin?" I nodded. He started to tell me to follow him when I
guess he spotted Jean Barons, who I could see over his shoulder coming
in the door with a policeman. Was she in trouble, I wondered. He told
me to wait where I was. Inodded and opened my locker and put my jacket
inside and picked up my bag. Then a thought occurred to me. I knew of
course about the Program, and about Carol and John's aborted week.
Could this be about that?

My strength seemed to drain from me as they approached me. I saw Jean
smile at me, then she noticed my face and she seemed to get worried.
Two people, a boy and a girl, going to the Principal's office on a
Monday morning. This couldn't be good.

As we followed Mr. Evers down the hall, my mind was racing. What had I
done to deserve this? I didn't want to go naked in school, where
everyone, especially the girls, could see me. Wasn't my father
punishment enough in this life?

Jean tried to cheer me up outside the office but it didn't help.
Before I knew what was going on, we were in the Principal's office
where we met the previous attempt's participants, John and Carol, who
were supposed to do their first week over because of John's illness.

John introduced himself and Carol, telling us that they knew Jean but
they didn't know me. I introduced myself. I admit, my voice was
exttremely weak. I must have looked a pityful sight. I knew, deep
down, that I had to do this, but all I wanted to do was jump out the
open window a couple feet away and run far away. 

Mr. Taylor gave us his speech and the pamphlets, and then Carol and
John stripped just like that. My eyes took in Carol's figure and by
then I really didn't want to take off my pants. 

I looked at Jean and was surprised to see her unbuttoning her blouse
and removing it, revealing her blue bra. I knew then, I was doomed.
When my father found out about this, if he didn't know already, I
would be dead. 

I started by pulling my shirt and undershirt from my pants as Jean
dropped her red skirt. Closing my eyes, I undid my belt, pulled down
my zipper and shoved my pants and underpants down. That was when I
realized that I had forgotten my shoes. 

The next few minutes were a blur as I shoved off my shoes and pants
before slipping my feet into my shoes again. I know that I noticed
appreciative glances at my mid-section from time to time. John showed
me where I should put my clothes. I thanked him and put them in the
spare box, Jean already having done so.

After Carol stopped me from hiding myself, and Mr. Taylor and John had
spoken their last bits, we were ushered out into the outer officer
where we were issued late passes. Outside in the hall, John stressed
to us the imporance of asking for relief, as if I could ever do that,
and we all said goodbye and they started down the south corridor and
Jean and I went up the north corridor. 

I barely remember what happened after that. I was walking down the
hall naked, with a naked girl even, and I was not even looking at her.
Jean had to help me to my desk as I could feel all the girls' eyes on
me. I couldn't help getting a hard-on. I was so embarrassed. I don't
think I heard a word Mr. Kenyon said.

After class, we went to English with Miss Moore, where we were
assigned this report. To that end, we were issued brown books for
taking notes during the week. I spent most of the class writing notes
about what had happened in the last couple of hours. I saw Jean
writing as well.

Jean surprised me that period. I didn't need anymore surprises after
the office. 
I was still too nervous then to do anything then, but Jean requested
relief and when she went to the front of the class and asked for help,
nearly every boy in the class raised his arm. She picked Ken Daniels,
someone I knew a little from past years, a very nice guy, and when he
went up and knelt down in front of her, she seemed surprised so find
that he was doing oral sex on her, eating her pussy. Her surprise
didn't detract from her orgasm, though. She came so loud that I was
afraid someone might come in to see who was being murdered. When she
was done, Ken helped her back to her seat. Her legs were weak. 

Needless to say, if she could do it, then so could I. Or could I? Time
would tell.

By third period Geometry class with Mr. Reynolds, I had gotten my
nerve up and asked for relief. I went up to the front of the class and
chose Jean to help me from the girls who raised their arms because she
was the only girl I was really familiar with at that point. When she
knelt down in front of me and grasped my cock, my eyes, which had been
half-shut at the soft touch of her hand, flew open as she started
jerking me off. I almost shot out of the chair I was sitting in as she
looked up at me and smiled. I was so horny at that point, though, that
as I settled back in my chair and watched as she gripped my cock and
stroked it a few times, my cock spurted out all over her and me,
causing me to collapse in the chair, my heart racing and my chest
pumping like crazy. No jerk-off session I ever had had been as great
as that. She said that it was good thing she wasn't dressed. I then
returned the favor after she told me how to get her off without eating
her.

After she had sat down, I knelt before her as I had seen Ted do last
class and I rubbed her breasts and nipples softly, causing her to
moan. I then moved a hand down between her legs. I got my first real
close look at a female's genitalia. Boy! What a sight. Anyway, I
brought her off again for the second time that morning. We helped each
other back to our desks. We were sitting next to each other. Since
then, we've become good friends.

After that, we headed for Gym class after stopping at our lockers to
get our sneakers and stuff. As we started down the hall, several girls
stopped us and asked me if they could feel me. I knew the rules and I
nodded yes. Jean watched me as some boys did the same to her. It was
quite a sensation to have four of five dressed girls rubbing my cock
and balls and other places. I lost whatever composure I had gained as
I felt my cock get hard again. I was never going to make it through
the day, never mind the week.


John
Monday morning

When we got to Gym, Carol and I waited till just before the second
bell to ring before we went in. We were waiting for the missing duo.
They finally came rushing up and made it into the Gym just at the
bell. Tom was pale, but Jean seemed all right. She saw Carol and
grabbed her arm. 

"Are we going to see the naked boys now?" she asked, grinning.

"Are you nervous about that, Jean?" I asked her, smiling. We both
could see a big change in her from this morning.

She shook her head no. "Not after the first three classes where I
needed relief twice - it was so nerve-wracking to be there naked, my
pussy was always wet. Now, I'm actually looking forward to going in
there." She smiled broadly at that.

"That's good, Jean," I told her. "That kind of spirit will get you
through the week fine. How about you, Tom?" I asked, turning to him.
He was standing against the wall like he'd fall over if not for its
support. I grinned. I knew just how he felt from when I did my Monday.

I walked over to him and shook him. His head turned slowly towards me.
"Huh?" he said. 

"Come on, let's go in, Tom. I can't stay, but I'll introduce you.
There's one girl named Carla," I saw Carol grin when I said that name,
"that you just have to meet." I grinned at the look on his face.

We went in and I introduced him. Carla came over and took his arm.
"Hi, Tom, we're all pleased to meet you, aren't we, girls?"

A string of yeah's rang out. I whispered to him that all he had to do
was put on his sneakers in place of his shoes, then he could come out.
I would be outside. I waved goodbye to the girls and went back out to
where Mr. Connors was standing talking to Mrs. Johnson. They both
seemed happy to see me, even with my cane. I explained about the note
and Mr. Connors said he was aware of it. I was to sit on the bleachers
and watch the classes or study. I could shower if I wanted to. I said
sure, and besides, Tom would need my protection. They laughed.

At the end of class, I closed my English book, having completed a
rough draft of my homework, (It's tough to write up there) I packed my
stuff away and went into the girls' shower, but not before Tom did. He
was lingering. Like me, he's probably never seen a naked girl before
this morning, and now he'd seen two, Carol and Jean. Now he was going
to see a whole roomful. I couldn't decide whether he was scared to
death or afraid of what they would think of him when he reacted to
what he was seeing in there. 

I came up to him and said, "Don't be afraid, Tom. They're all good
girls. When I went through my first time, they were as scared of me as
I was of them. This is only the third day that boys have been in
there, and it takes some time to get used to the situation. For all of
us."

While I was talking, I had pulled open the outer door and led him
through the inner door. Tom gasped. Earlier, the girls had only been
changing their clothes. None of them were naked. Now, however,
wherever Tom looked, there were NAKED GIRLS. Where ever he turned, he
saw naked girls and he turned red, but, more importantly, his cock,
which had been soft from fright and worry, went stiff as a board, all
seven inches of it. I whispered to him, "See? They like you, just like
you like them."

Tom glanced down at himself and immediately covered his crotch. I
immediately told him, "No, Tom, you can not do that. Remember the
rules," I explained to him as I pulled his hands away.

I sat him down and called his attention to his sneakers and socks.
Given something else to think about, he calmed down a bit. When we
were both naked for sure, I led him into the shower. It was funny. His
head darted back and forth so fast, it was a blur. The girls laughed.
Several of them, including Carla, took him off my hands, saying they'd
take care of him. I told him to have fun and forget about being
embarrassed. 

I had two girls, one on either side, and another in front of me. They
were rubbing me so that, even if the naked girls didn't make me hard
(it did, oh yes), then their stroking me certainly would have. I came
just before Mrs. Johnson came in to see what was happening. I looked
over to see Tom with both his hands on a girl's breasts while two
others played with his cock and balls. Mrs. Johnson was about to blow
her whistle when I motioned for her not to. I went to her and
explained, "He needs this. He's been uptight all morning, so much so I
had to coax him in here. If he feels good enough to do that," I said,
pointing at Tom, who had just cum and was being held up by the girls,
"then we should let him have his fun. He's not hurting anyone."

She nodded and watched as the girls washed him off and led him out to
the lockers. My girls led me to where he was sitting. "So," I said,
patting his arm, "having fun, are we now?"

He looked at me and grinned. "I might just make it through this week
after all. I hope Jean's all right."

"I'm sure she is." I told him. "She has Carol with her. The week we
were in it, two weeks ago, Carol had to go in alone and she told me
that they were all too scared to touch her. Though that may have
changed. I sure they're fine, though."

We both got dried and dressed, such as it was anyway, and got out of
there just as the first bell rang. Tom seemed to be relieved when he
saw Jean come out of the boys' locker room in one piece and smiling.

I looked at them and said, grinning, "Leave any boys alive in there?"

Carol grinned and said, "Oh, a few. We had to leave a few for
tomorrow. Didn't we, Jean?"  

"Oh yeah, I can't wait until tomorrow," she said, grinning. "There was
this one boy, he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of us. I thought
he was going to faint. Tom, how did you do?" she asked, turning to
him.

"Oh, fine. I was scared to death at first," he said to her. His face
didn't look quite so scared as before. "The way I was brought up, it
wasn't right to look at naked girls, but by the time we got to the
showers I loosened up. There was no way that I could avoid looking at
them. I liked it," he said, grinning. "I may make it through this
after all. Thank you, John, for making me do that," he said, turning
to me.

"No problem, Tom. After this week, you'll be changed for the better, I
suspect. After this, you can look at a girl and appreciate her, not
just for her body, but what's inside as well. Now come on, let's eat.
It's free," I said, grinning. 

We left the room with Carol taking my hand and Tom taking Jean's.
Carol saw that and whispered to me, "Looks like they're getting to
know one another pretty well."

I grinned. "Yeah, just like two other Program participants I can think
of."

"Which ones?" Carol said, grinning. "Oh, you mean us? Yeah, I guess
being nude can bring two people closer. I guess it would have to be
because we were the first in our class, and the only others we know
are Mike and Janet, the seniors, and they must have known each other
before that week. I guess they must be doing their week over, too."

The four of us made it to the cafeteria without much trouble after
stopping off at our lockers. After we had gone through the line to get
our food, we found a small table near the wall and sat down, the girls
sitting next to us. The next few minutes went fast as we each told
about the morning.

Jean told us how she had needed relief second period and nearly every
boy had raised his hand. She chose one and was surprised when he went
down on her. The class roared when she screamed out her orgasm. 

She told us that Tom was still too nervous at that time to do anything
in second period, but by third period, he nerved himself and asked for
relief. He went up to the front of the class and chose Jean to help
him because she was the only girl he knew. When she knelt down before
him and grasped his cock, his eyes flew open and he almost shot out of
the chair he was sitting in. But he was so horny then when she did
grip his cock and stroked it a few times, it spurted out all over her.
She said that it was good thing she wasn't dressed. Tom then returned
the favor after she told him how to get her off. Since then, they've
been a lot closer.

When Jean and Carol went into the boys' shower room, Jean had been
nervous even though she had appeared eager. She wanted to see the
boys, but she wasn't sure how they would take to girls in their
shower. At first they were distant, just as they had been the previous
times Carol had been in there, but it wasn't long before some of the
braver ones stepped forward to ask if they could help them. Of course,
both girls smiled and said they could. With two or more boys rubbing
soapy wet hands over their breasts and between their legs, it didn't
take too long for them to cum. It was a good thing they were in the
shower when they did since they were weak and the boys had to help
them stand up as they washed them. 

After they recovered, Carol promised them that tomorrow, they'd try to
return the favor. The boys hooted and howled as the girls stepped from
the shower and grabbed some towels to dry themselves off. Then they
went out where Tom and I met them in the Gym.

After we had told them about our morning, I congratulated them on
getting through their first four periods. I told them it was all down
hill from now on, meaning that it gets easier.

After that, Carol and I went to our lockers to prepare for the
afternoon classes.


John and Carol - NiS and beyond - Week Three - Monday Afternoon

Jean 
Monday afternoon

Right after lunch, after John and Carol had left us, Tom and I went to
our lockers, getting stopped every so often, to get our things for
Spanish, History and Biology, the last three classes of the day for
us. I could see that Tom was glad of that. He actually smiled at me. 

On our way to Spanish class, Tom mentioned to me that he was getting
more used to the routine. I looked at his cock and for once it was
soft. I grinned at him and rubbed it with a finger. He jumped. His
cock started hardening and I grinned at him and ran ahead, making sure
he chased me. He did.

As we reached the room where Mrs. Sanchez teaches Spanish, Tom
mentioned that because of me, now he would need relief again, after
watching my naked body running down the hall. That happened just as we
entered the room and the class was all staring at us. 

I whispered to him, "Just ask for it. You don't have to pick me if you
don't want to. I won't be jealous," and we went to our seats just as
the second bell rang." He nodded and stroked his cock but stopped when
he received a less than appreciative look from Mrs. Sanchez.

"Alright class," she said, "before we start, do either of you Program
participants need relief?" The look on her face must have unnerved Tom
because I know that it unnerved me. We both declined. With that our
class proceeded and we went on til the bell rang. Both of us were
happy to be out of there. Mrs. Sanchez didn't look at or call on us
all period. I guess she didn't approve of the Program.

Sixth period History with Mr. Shaw was better. We gave each other
relief and Mr. Shaw even called on us to answer questions,
disregarding the fact that we were naked. That was cool.

Seventh period Biology with Dr. Jenkins was crazy. He is a retired
biologist and is teaching classes to take up time. He also said that
he likes it. Anyway, this time he had Tom and I sitting on two stools
in the front of the class describing our genitals. I felt all the boys
eyes focused on my spread pussy lips, which had been spread by Tom,
whose genitals, his cock and balls, everyone could clearly see. He
smiled at me and seemed to be enjoying himself, the rat!

When he smiled at me I looked at him and frowned, so he asked me what
was wrong. I told him to stop enjoying himself. He grinned. Yep, he
was enjoying himself, alright.

I was sure glad when that bell rang. I was never so embarrassed as
when he was standing there, his cock rubbing my leg as he spread my
most private parts open. After the bell, we both grabbed our things
and rushed to the front door. I couldn't wait to see the look on the
policeman's face when I walked out of school naked.


Tom
Monday afternoon

The day was going well (as well as I could expect it to, anyway)
through lunch. John and Carol seemed to be enjoying themselves. And I
will admit that that short time in the showers with the girls (ah,
those naked girls) will be a memory for me to cherish for as long as I
live.

Then when Jean stroked my cock in the hall, after all the other girls
had done it to me, and then having to watch as she ran away down the
hall towards Spanish class, got me hard again. I groaned as I rushed
after her, catching up to her just outside the class room. When I told
her that I needed relief again, she smiled and told me to ask for it. 

I was about to but Mrs. Sanchez' attitude wasn't something that made
me think she would approve. I was right. Both Jean and I refused
relief and spent the rest of the class being ignored. Of course, I
don't care too much for Spanish becaus I stink at it, so being ignored
was a blessing in its way.

Sixth period with Mr. Shaw was better. He treated us just like normal,
calling on us and even didn't mind when we asked for relief. This
time, I tried using my mouth on jean's pussy, making her writhe around
in her chair until she screamed out as she came. 

After cleaning her and myself, I kissed her. She looked at me funny. I
told her, "That's for being a friend today." She smiled at that and
kissed me back. Mr. Shaw stopped us from going further when he said
that he had a class to run, and it wasn't Biology. Everyone laughed at
that.

After that, we went to Biology with Dr. Jenkins. We didn't ask for
relief because we had had it only one hour before. However, may we
should have. Dr. Jenkins had us up in front of the class as he
explained the male and female reproductive system. 

Dr. Jenkins showed slides of the internal workings, then he used us as
live models. With plastic-gloved hands, he had my cock in his hands,
turning it this way and that. He was gentle when he moved my balls
around in their sac. I don't need to tell you what effect it had on my
cock.

After that, instead of doing it himself, he had me stand up and move
my stool aside to stand beside Jean. He told Jean to spread her legs
apart and let me touch her pussy. I didn't say no to that. Gently I
spread her lips apart so the class could get a good look as they
surrounded us. It was nerve-wracking as we each had their hands
touching us. 

I looked at Jean as I was spreading her lips apart. Her face was red
and she looked at me like she was embarrassed. Well, I guess I knew
how she felt, didn't I?

I smiled at her and she seemed to get angry just for a second. I
leaned ovber and whispered to her, "What's wrong? Am I hurting you?"

I heard her whisper back, "No. You are enjoying yourself much too
much." Then she grinned at me as we hear the last bell of the day. We
rushed to our desks and grabbed our things and raced out of the room
for our lockers, anxious to get out of there and get dressed. I don't
know about her, but I sure was.


Carol
Monday afternoon

When John and I got to History with Mr. Young, it was the first time
Mr. Young had seen John since two weeks before. Mr. Young asked how
John was doing and John assured him he was on the mend. We handed in
our homework and went to our desks. After Gym class and the showers,
neither of us needed relief so the class went on and then we headed
for Biology.

"Uh oh, Biology," John said, looking at me and grinning.

"Yeah, so?" I asked him as we walked down the hall. 

"Remember, last time? On Monday, Miss Landers said she may make use of
us as models in class on Tuesday, but she didn't have a chance. By
that time, I was in the hospital."

"That's right, John, so today, she'll probably grab the chance. Oh
boy," I said. I wasn't really worried but I wanted him to think I was.
By that time we had walked into the classroom and sat down at our
desks. Miss Landers called us up to the front as soon as the bell
rang.

"All right, class," she said, clapping her hands to gain our
attention. We sat up and grew silent. "Okay, now, as you remember, two
weeks ago," and she looked at us and grinned, "we had John and Carol
with us on Monday, but I was unprepared for them to take part in a
lesson on human sexuality, but now, we have a second chance. 

"John and Carol, please come up here and sit down on the stools. Thank
you. How has it been going today?"

John told her. "Not bad. There have been very few requests but I've
just put it down to the newness of the Program. But maybe there are
other reasons," he said and looked at his chest where he had the small
scar from his operation.

"Yes, it is possible that they are unused to the Program, or they may
be aware of what you have gone through and they don't want to press
you too soon. Tomorrow will tell, I suppose."

"That must be what it is," I said. "At least for John, but they
haven't asked to touch me, either, and here I paid special attention
to making it easy for them," I said, rubbing my pussy, which brought
laughs from the group.

"Yes, I see you have," Miss Landers said, smiling. "Very nice, but for
now, we're going to ask you take part in a discussion of male and
female masturbation techniques. I want the two of you to tell us just
what makes you feel good when you masturbate."

John and I looked at each other and John shrugged. He started off.
"For myself I guess seeing naked girls, one in particular, anyway," I
smiled at that, "and of course talking about sex, and thinking about
sex, and.." he grinned. "You guys get the idea. When I need to get
off, I usually think along those lines and rub myself, gripping my uh
penis," his cheeks blushed a little when he said that, "with my hand
and stroking it, keeping pressure on the bottom. As I do, I feel
tingles all through my body as I get more aroused and I start moving,
not just my hand but all of me in a small way as I get closer to the
edge. It really feels good when it happens. If you guys are inhibited
by what you have learned, try it, it won't hurt you and it does feel
good. It's also legal." He grinned at that.

"Well, thank you, John. I can tell that you enjoyed telling us about
that, just by looking at you." The class laughed at that as I could
see John's cock was completely hard. I reached over and stroked it
with a finger before Miss Landers coughed. I jerked my hand back and
blushed, just like a good little girl should. "Sorry," I said,
grinning.

"Okay, we've heard from John tell us about male arousal, now let's
hear from the distaff side of the equation, shall we? Carol?"

I sat there on my stool as Miss Landers sat back down at her desk, my
legs were spread slightly as I had placed my feet on the rungs of the
stool and was thinking about what I wanted to say. I could see the
boys all looking at me, and not at my face either. I blushed and tried
to close my legs but it was uncomfortable that way. I looked at John
and his eyes were staring where every other boy's was. I slapped his
arm. "Pervert," I said, grinning. "Ow," he said, grinning right back.

Getting serious, I looked at the class and told them, "Well for me, I
hadn't done it at all before I met John." That brought a few gasps
from peanut gallery. "That proves what a bad influence he was on this
poor innocent girl." I laughed as he reached over and put his arm
around me before sitting up straight on his stool again. "Anyway,
after I met him and we had sex that first night," there were a few
murmurs there. "Just for relief," I told them. "It had been a rough
day and he had some condoms his mom had given him so we did it. From
that point on I found that I needed it more and more. In bed at night,
while John was in the hospital and at his home, I found that rubbing
my nipples caused me to get a tingle in my whole body and especially
between my legs. And, like John mentioned, it helps to imagine a naked
boy, in my case, with a hard penis standing by my bed as I rubbed my
vagina." 

I admit it, I blushed at that point. I was still a good girl in my
heart, and talking to a whole classroom of kids about masturbation was
difficult for me. "Anyway, I was talking about getting myself off.
Well, as I learned from experience, one hand on my breast and one on
my vagina as well as a fervent imagination can do wonders for me. I
think I woke up my parents one night because I was so loud, something
which was very embarrassing, I can tell you. For those of you who
don't know me, my parents were always so strict and pure, they never
would have approved of my masturbating under their roof. But, because
of the Program, and because of John's association with us, they've
mellowed considerably and they are much better now. Thank God."

Miss Landers stood up and applauded us. "That was very good, both of
you. I know how difficult it must have been to talk about such a
personal subject." She looked at the clock and saw that it was almost
time for the bell. "Well, I was going to have you give us all a
demonstration of the methods you have described, but I see that there
is not enough time this period to do it or you justice, so we'll hold
it off until tomorrow. You may take your seats, unless you need relief
now, John?"

"No, thank you, ma'am," he croaked, standing up from the stool. "I can
wait until next period, I think."

"Very well, then, take your seats."

The rest of the few minutes left in the class was taken up by a
discussion of what they had talked about. Some disapproved of the
practice while others wanted to try it right then. Finally the bell
sounded and John and I went out into the hall and to Art class.


John
Monday afternoon

Man, that was one tough class. It was hard to talk about such an
intimate subject in front of our classmates, but hearing Carol's
description of her masturbation habits had me going. I was definitely
going to need relief in Art. I just hoped Miss Jenkins would let me
have it at the beginning, like it was supposed to be done.

As we walked into the room, my cock led the way. Carol tweaked it as
we went to sit down at our seats. I got her back, though. As we got to
our seats I tweaked her right nipple, making her squeak, and making
Miss Jenkins turn and look at us. I sat down and tried to look
innocent. It didn't work.

After the bell, I asked for relief and was called to the front of the
class where I had seen a couch sitting as we walked into the room.
Carol followed me up and I sat down on the couch, since there were no
chairs.

Carol knelt down beside me and looked at Miss Jenkins. 

"Now, before you begin, I want the class to draw you in this pose.
Relax, John, you'll have a chance to get relief in a few minutes.
Carol, wrap your hand around John's member like you are going to
masturbate him, then relax your head against him, looking at your
hand. Good. Comfy?"

We both groaned. There was no way I could last for the whole time she
would want us to stay in this position. Neither could Carol, I knew,
since I could feel her fingers flexing on my cock, getting ready to
stroke it. What had we done to deserve such torture?

Miss Jenkins looked at us and grinned. "Okay, I'm sorry, go ahead and
get him off, Carol, and then he can get you off. From the sheen on
that pretty vagina of yours, you must need it as bad as he does it.
Class," she said, turning to them, "try to draw what you see. It won't
be perfect, because they'll be moving. Pick a position and keep it in
your mind as you draw. Proceed."

We had already proceeded as she was talking. Carol gripped my hard
cock and had begun to stroke it, looking from it to my face as she
stroked it. Looking at her nude body crouching there, it was only a
few seconds before I blew, about the fastest it had ever happened for
me.

After I had settled down, Carol stood up and sat down next to me after
she had gotten some tissues from Miss Jenkins to clean off her hand
and me. I wrapped my arm around her and we settled back and relaxed.
Well, a part of me relaxed. I leaned over and reached between her legs
and started fingering her as she sat there, her juices covering my
fingers. It wasn't long before she was writhing about on the couch as
I leaned my head over and took her nipple in my mouth. Umm, that was
good. Her hand held my head as my hand caught her clit and brought her
to an earth-shattering climax right there in front of the class. 

When she was composed, I told her, "Too bad Miss Landers in Biology
couldn't see that," and she grinned and said, "Yeah, maybe tomorrow.
We'll have to borrow this couch." 

Miss Jenkins called us to order then and we spent the rest of the
class just posing and separated. I guess she didn't want to give us an
excuse to do a repeat performance and maybe go too far.

When the bell sounded, we grabbed our things and headed for our
lockers and then the front door. When we got there we found Jean and
Tom, still naked, talking animatedly while other students fondled
them.

"Looks like Tom is fitting in nicely," Carol said, grinning.

"Yes, and Jean, too. That's good. They're good kids," I said.

"Yep, just like us," she said, grinning and taking my arm in hers. We
went over and greeted them.

"Well, guys, happy to be able to finally get dressed?" I asked them.

Tom looked at me. "What, and miss all the fun? I might just stay naked
all week."

"Yep, Tom's right. I like it," Jean said, grabbing his arm.

"Well," I said, "I guess we don't need to worry about you two
tomorrow. But we should get together at lunch, just in case there are
problems. As for staying naked all week, Tom, you can if you want.
It's legal for people our age. Carol and I did it the first day,
walking home naked, at least to my home. She wasn't quite ready for
her parents to see her that way just yet."

"You mean, if I wanted to, I could go home like this?" he asked,
spreading open his arms.

"Sure, but that depends on how your parents will react. The police
won't do anything, but there will be some people who will react
negatively to that. Do what you want though. Carol and I are."

Carol and I had already talked about it. It was a warm afternoon for
September and we thought maybe we'd walk home naked, just like we had
the first day. We said goodbye to Jean and Tom and grabbed our
clothes, such as they were, and packed them in our bags. Tom lived
near Jean's big house and so they said they'd go there together, in
all their naked glory. I wondered what their police protection would
think of that?

It was at that moment that a police car stopped at the curb in front
of the school. A policeman got out and walked up the walkway. He must
have been aware of the Program because he just nodded to us and walked
up to Jean and Tom. We watched as they walked naked to the car and got
in th back seat. 

"That must be her police protection," I said to Carol. She nodded.

After that, we walked to my house where I had a moment of weakness
just as we reached home and stumbled. It had been good for me up until
then. 

Carol
Monday afternoon

As John and I reached his home, he stumbled a bit on the sidewalk. I
had noticed that he was doing quite well that afternoon, but I guess
the walk home was too much for him finally. I managed to get him to
the porch where we sat there, naked and shivering a little from our
exertions. 

I waited until Mrs. Smith came out and explained to her what we had
done. She said we should have called and she would have picked us up,
but I admitted that that had never occurred to either of us. She was
nice enough not to say anything about us walking home naked. She had
certainly seen us that way often enough. 

When John was strong enough, we helped him up to his room. He settled
down on his bed and his mother left us alone. I looked at his desk and
saw two small boxes sitting on it. Going over and picking one up, I
showed it to John. "Looks like your mother expects us to pick up where
we left off before your accident," I said, grinning at him. I was
holding a box of condoms. 

John grinned. "I guess she does. But right now, I'm really not up to
it. That time in Art drained me. Honey, would you mind if we didn't do
anything just now?"

I went over and hugged him. "Of course not. We can do it tomorrow.
Anyway, I have to get home. I still have a couple assignments from
last week to do."

We hugged again and I left him there, resting. Even his cock was
resting. I guess it was a harder day for him that we thought.

I went home then and had supper, did my homework and went to bed. It
had been a tough day because I was sleep in minutes after hitting that
pillow.


John
Monday evening

When Carol left, I rested a while, studied some and had dinner. I was
glad that I had my cane. It had prevented me from falling out on the
street, thanks to Carol grabbing my arm. When our family got together
at the dinner, of course all of us were naked. Mom said we should make
this permanent but I said it should be done only in appropriate
weather. Dad agreed, not seeing the sense of us going naked in the
dead of winter. Mom saw the sense in this as well and also agreed. 

Sitting in the living room watching TV, Cindy climbed up on my lap. It
was nice, even if her small rear end caught my cock in the middle of
her cheeks. She wriggled around as she sat there, making me hard. She
thought it was funny. I finally had to make her get off as it was
getting uncomfortable. I rose, excused myself and said good night. It
was time for some personal time but I fell asleep before I could
finish.


Tom
Monday afternoon

As we stood there talking to John, Carol and some others, something I
am loath to do, a police car drove up and stopped at the end of the
walkway. I pointed it out to Jean. She told me that he was her police
protection and told me briefly about her family. I think she is one
brave girl. Especially after they tried to kill her in the hospital to
stop her from testifying.

The policeman came up to us and remarked lightly, "Well, I can see
that you two have nothing to hide." We laughed at that. I was prepared
to let Jean go alone but she insised that, since I lived only a short
way from her, I could ride with her. Since I had never ridden in a
policecar before, and the policeman didn't seem to mind, I decided to
do it.

As he got into the driver's seat, the man said, "So, you two are in
the Program I've heard about. That's brave. I don't think I could do
it. But, Miss Barons, how will your mother react to this? Do you want
to stop and put your clothes on?"

She thought about it and shook her head no. "I want her to know. She's
has changed a lot in the past few days since daddy left. She knows
about the Program, so I plan to practice some Outreach. I hope that
won't cause any problems for you of the others."

"Not for me, ma'am," the policeman replied. "However, there are some
men on the force who aren't so complimentary of it. Just try it today
to see how it goes. Okay?"

He smiled at her in the rear view mirror as we pulled up in front of a
large house with two police cars standing out in front. She must be
really important to them to spare three cruisers and men from
patrolling.

I got out when the man opened the door and turned to offer my hand to
Jean. She smiled and took it as a man and a woman walked up. The woman
hugged Jean.

"Mom," Jean said. "I hope you don't mind. Tom and I were chosen to be
in the Program this week. We decided to just keep it up since it's
legal."

"No, Jean, I don't mind, but what effect will it have on these
policemen. I think you should dress until you get home after school,
then undress in the house. Okay?"

At least she didn't scream at her, like dad would have done to me.

Jean nodded and we all went into the house. I wanted to stay but I
knew if I did, dad would be mad. I dressed in the hall, explaining to
them about how I had to get home. I told Jean that I'd see her in
school the next morning. Before leaving, I kissed her in front of
everyone before going home to meet my fate.


Jean
Friday afternoon

It was good to get home, even with the policemen. After Tom had left,
I talked a while to mom and the cops, then I went to my room. I went
upstairs and dressed in shorts and a blouse. I wore slippers on my
feet but it wasn't really needed. The floors are all carpeted. 

Going downstairs I heard mom talking to the three cops in the living
room.

"How could they do that to her. Don't they know the strain she's
under? Being nude, she has no protection whatever. I ought to call
that principal and give him a piece of my mind."

That was when I walked in. I looked at mom and said, "It's fine, mom.
I had fun today. I even managed to bring Tom out of his blue funk he
was in this morning. And our friends John Smith and Carol Rogers were
a big help, too. 

"You remember, John was in the hospital room with me and saved my life
a couple of times. They went a day and a half two weeks ago until John
had a heart attack and had to go to the hospital. It was partly due to
my stupidity, I guess. Although he did tell me that if I hadn't given
him that lotion, he could have died."

She smiled at me and said, "Yes, I remember John. He was aleep when I
visited that one day. He seemed like a nice boy. And Tom seems nice,
too. Although, I suspect he has troubles of his own."

I nodded. One of the policmen inquired about him. When I told him whp
Tom was, he frowned. "I know his father. I have never met a more angry
man. From what I know of him, he blames his son for his wife's death.
She died at his birth. He has never forgiven his son for taking his
wife from him." He shook his head. "We'll have to watch him."

I felt sad for Tom then. "Is there anything you can do?" I asked them.

"Unless he is hurt in some way, I'm afraid not. But we'll watch him.
Since you go to school with him maybe you can get some more
information about his situation. He seems to like you."

I nodded. "I'll try," I told them. Then I went upstaiirs to do
homework. I stripped off before that, preferring to be naked in my
room. It felt so good to be that way. No constrictive clothes.

After supper, I watched some TV, took a shower and went to bed. It had
been a long day.


Tom
Monday evening.

I got home a little after 3:30. I ran from Jean's house. Dad wasn't
there so I started cleaning up the house, then I did the dishes after
I started supper. It was my duty to have supper ready when dad got
home. I don't know why I even bothered, though. No matter how good it
was, he always complained. Sometimes I just wish he'd beat me, then
maybe I could be put in a home with someone who appreciates me.

As I finished supper, dad came in the front door. "Supper ready yet?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Good. I need to talk to you."

"Why? What have I done this time?" I asked him backing away.

"Nothing," he sighed and sat at the table. "Nothing, son," he said
again.

This was strange. The only time he ever talked to me was when he
thought I had done something wrong. He actually seemed sorry about
something.

"The thing is this, Tom," he said, looking up from his plate after I
had served him, "for years now, I've been blaming you for Karen's
death. I knew deep down that it was wrong, but something wouldn't
really believe that you weren't at fault. Lately, I've been going to
an analyst, and she's been explaining to me that what I've been doing
to you is wrong, and if I didn't stop, I might lose you, my last link
to her. You have a part of her in you. If I lose you, then she's gone
forever."

He looked at me with the eyes of a broken man. I sat down when my legs
got weak. Were my prayers finally being answered?

"Is it too late to start over?" he asked me plaintively.

"I don't know, dad. I always tried to tell you that I wasn't
responsible, but you never seemed to hear me. I'd like us to be
closer. Maybe we can try?"

I sat there across from him and dared to hope. I was surprised when a
tear ran down his cheek. Looking up at me, he said, "I'll try if you
will."

I gave him a weak smile. "Done," I told him, extending my hand. He
took it and we shook. Maybe things would still look up here finally. 

After supper and the dishes were done, I told him the news.

"Dad, I'm in the Program," I said simply.

He looked at me and asked, "What program?"

"The Naked in School Program. I have to go naked all week. I have a
girl partner. Of course she's nude as well."

I stopped talking and just sat there looking at him as emotions from
surprise to furious rage flickered over his face. Finally he asked me,
"So, how was it?"

That was all, no rage, no fury, no blame. I was confused. I shrugged.
"At first, it was a blur. I know that I undressed in front of two
girls..."

"Wait. You said that you had a girl partner. One girl. You just said
two girls, as in plural. Where'd the other come from?"

"She is part of another team. Both her and my partner, Jean Barons,
were naked with another guy. It was weird. I don't really know what
happened in first or second peiod, but third period was great. I got
relief," I told him, grinning.

"Uh relief?"

I left the room and found my pamphlet which I gave to him. He studied
it for a few minutes. "It says here that you have to let girls touch
you, and you have to shower in the girls' shower room. Where was this
when I was young?" he said.

"It wasn't time for it, then. This is twenty-first century. Things are
changing a lot."

"So, you made it through okay?" he asked me.

"Yes, after mid-morning. Jean and I gave each other relief in third
period. That was great. The afternoon was only so-so. One of the
teachers seemed to be against the Program and so Jean and I weren't
called on all period. But in Biology, we were living models."

"Living models?"

"Yeah. We're supposed to help teachers in class demonstrations. This
was Biology and we were studying the reproductive system. I had to
show my penis and scrotum, which wasn't such a harship since it's on
show anyway, but Jean had to show her vagina, and it was very
embarrassing to her."

"Um, I'll bet. Jean Barons, you say? Why does that name ring a bell?"

"From what I was told, she turned state's evidence against her father
and his gang when she was in the hospital in order to get out of going
to jail herself for having a forbidden substance on her at school.
 From what I heard, she got it from one of her dad's accomplices and it
put the first boy in the hospital. But it turned out to be a good
thing. He could have died. He had a hole in his heart. He fine now."

Dad shook his head and stood up. "Gene Barons is in jail? That's
great! I knew him when he was a kid. He never was any good. Good
riddence to bad rubbish."

He came over to me and I stood up as he patted my back. It was getting
late and I needed to get to bed. Tomorrow was anothe naked day and I
wanted to be prepared. 

I hugged dad. That was a first. He never let me get near him, even
when I was a little boy. "I think this went well, don't you?" I asked
him.

He actually smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's a start. Good night,
Tom."

I went to my room, spent an hour and half doing homework, packed up my
bag and stripped. After going naked all day, being naked in bed was
pleasant for once. It wasn't long before I was asleep and dreaming of
the next day.

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