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Please pardon the French. I tried to make it more realistic. I know
the words, or think I do, but the grammar is different than English. I
hope you like it nonetheless.

This is for adults. It is fiction. It did not happen. Thank you.


                      NiS - Tom's Week - Thursday (mf)

1.

The sun was just rising and the first sunbeams were showing through
the small openings in the curtains. Tom Allen looked up at the canopy
that was stretched over the top of the bed, sat up and opened his eyes
wide. At first he was confused as he sat up in the strange bed to look
around the room. This wasn't his bed or his room. Where was he? After
a few seconds thought, though, he suddenly remembered and smiled to
himself. 

Leaning there on his right arm, he looked over to his right and saw a
form lying next to him in the big bed with the pink quilt. A female
form lay there, her hair spread out over the pillow, that he saw was
still sleeping, snoring slightly as he watched her lying there. He
looked over the sleeping figure at the clock on the table by the bed.
It was still only about 6 o'clock. Plenty of time yet, he thought.

Both of them had gone to bed naked, a state he was quickly getting
used to. He grinned and gently pushed the quilt down off of their
naked bodies to the foot of the bed, leaned over her sleeping figure
and softly kissed Mandy's left nipple. Twirling his tongue around the
knob, it began to rise up and harden as he used his left hand to
stimulate her right nipple.

Mandy started to move in her sleep as her subconscious brain sensed
the stimulation. A smile came over her face as she slowly awakened
from her sound sleep. She started to moan as Tom continued his
stroking.

After a few moments of taking her up the hill of ecstasy, he decided
it was time for the next step. He crawled over her supine body and
laid face down on the bed between her slightly spread legs as his
hands continued their stimulation of his new lover's breasts. He
looked up over her lightly-haired pussy as he licked her lips, causing
her to gasp and come fully awake. She sat up in bed slightly and
looked down at him, lying there between her spread legs.

"Oh my God, Tom, what a way to wake up!" she cried as she looked down
at him. She tried to push him away but he smiled up at her and said
"Good morning, honey," as his hands gently pushed her back down and
she went down, sighing softly.

Tom was afraid she'd wake up her parents, so he figured he'd better
give her something else to talk about. He didn't know why he was
afraid that they would find him there, they already knew that he had
spent the night with Mandy, and they even saw the two of them having
sex in the shower. He supposed that it was still some old insecurities
of his cropping up.

Lowering his head back down between her legs, he began licking his
tongue up and down her slit until he found her clit and started to
nibble on it with his lips. It wasn't long before she was moving all
about the bed, making it hard for him to keep his mouth on her. 

"Fuck me, Tom," she cried as she writhed about on the bed. "Please
fuck me."

He grinned and said, "Are you sure that is what you want, beloved? Or
would you prefer me to continue down here, like this..." and he went
back to nibbling her clit while he brought one of his hands down and
gently inserted two fingers into her pussy. She was so wet that he
could eventually get three in her and she was crying out as if she was
in pain. 

"Tom, please, I'm begging you! Please! Fuck me," she cried out
plaintively, as she clawed at the damp sheet.

Taking pity on her, Tom rose slightly and moved upward, placing his
hard dripping cock into her wet slit and, keeping his body off of her
with his arms, he looked her in the eye.

"Okay?" he asked her, then kissed her cheek lightly.
 
"Yes!" she cried, arching her body up from the bed and driving herself
onto his cock. They both groaned as they experienced their first
morning insertion. It was wonderful. It was even better when Mandy,
now fully awake, wrapped her arms and legs around him, effectively
imprisoning him in her lustful embrace. It was then that he kissed her
on the mouth, mindless of the fact he had her pussy juice on his lips.
After their lips parted, he asked her, smiling, "Is this okay?" as he
slowly withdrew then re-entered her wet opening.

She groaned out, "Yesss!!"

He smiled and increased his movements until he was moving faster and
faster until her first cum erupted, causing her body to shake, and at
the same time causing Tom's body to quiver as well as her pussy
muscles squeezed his cock inside her. 

"Oh Lord," Tom cried as he pulled himself out and thrust rapidly back
into her. "If you squeeze me like that, I'm going to cum, baby," he
moaned in her arms. She squeezed him again as she giggled when he
collapsed on her and his head came to rest on her shoulder.

Mandy whispered into Tom's ear as she gently rubbed his back, "Go
ahead, darling. Cum, because I already did."

Tom sighed and began to work her up to another orgasm as they massaged
each other in her bed. It was just as she came her second time that
Tom shot off inside her, completely collapsing now, all of his
remaining strength gone, and his small cock shrinking and pulling out
of Mandy's opening.

She managed to roll him off of her after she had dropped her legs back
down on to the bed and then she leaned there looking at his rapidly
rising and falling chest as he slowly recovered from his cum. She ran
her hand gently over his stomach and chest, playing with his nipples
until he looked at her and smiled.

"It was never like that in school," he said, grinning.

She grinned back and said, "But here, you don't have the audience, and
you can take your time. Besides, I think this is better in private and
it is definitely something I could get used to each morning. Care to
volunteer?" she asked him as she tweaked a nipple, making him moan.

He looked up at her and grinned. "But then I'd have to move in with
you, or you with me, and my mom would be left out. I can't forget her,
she's all alone," he told her as he reached up and rubbed her left
nipple again. She nodded and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Yes, I know. Maybe she could move in here. No, that wouldn't work,
unless daddy built an addition to the house. We don't have an extra
bedroom. I suppose..." she said, thinking to herself a moment. Then,
as if coming to a decision, she continued, "No, he couldn't do that
either. Not enough land here. I guess we'll just have to get married."

"Then mom would still be alone, unless we move into my room. Again,
not enough room, and we don't have an elevator," he said, grinning.

Mandy sat up and slapped him. "Do you think I'm that shallow that I
need an elevator?"

"I'm sorry," Tom said, sitting up in bed and looking at her, "I didn't
think. No, of course you don't need an elevator. You do need a large
closet, I'm sure, though. Every girl needs one of those." She slapped
him again, playfully, as he grinned. 

After resting a moment, Mandy suggested they go and shower. Even
though they showered before bed, they needed another one after last
night's and this morning's frantic happenings. After scrambling out of
bed, she grabbed his hand and they ran up the hall and into the
bathroom.

"Grab some towels, will you, Tom?" she asked him as she moved to open
the cabinet door. As Tom grabbed two large towels from a shelf behind
the door, she turned on the showers and stepped in. Tom set the towels
on the rack on the wall next to the cabinet door and stepped in as
well. 

Under the raging streams of warm water, Tom and Mandy hugged before
they started to wash each other, paying close attention to Tom because
he would have to be naked in school that day. They might have taken
longer than twenty minutes, but John stepped in, as naked as they
were, of course, and motioned to them to come out, as he needed a
shower. By that time it was almost 7:15. They'd spent over an hour in
bed, and it wasn't for sleeping either. Mandy followed Tom from the
shower as he opened the door and grabbed one of the towels, handing it
to Mandy as he grabbed the second towel for himself.

"Good morning, kids. Did you have a good night?"

They said they did, and an even better morning, as Mandy told him how
Tom had awakened her. He grinned and said that he had awoken Margaret
like that many times when they were younger.

He had them go down for breakfast while he showered, so they went down
by the elevator and came out just before the kitchen.

They found Margaret already up and the breakfast cooked. All she had
on was a small apron to protect her from the grease. 

"Tom, Mandy, good morning," she said, smiling to them as they entered
the room and sat down at the table.

"Good morning, Mrs. Collins, you're looking very pretty this morning,"
Tom said graciously, and "Good morning, mom," from Mandy.

"Thank you, both and Tom, please call me Margaret, if you would, since
I suspect that you'll be here a lot. Did you sleep well?" she asked
him.

"Yes, quite well, although I did awaken a little earlier than usual,"
he told her.

"Oh? Why?" she asked him.

He shrugged as she handed him his plate. "I guess because it was a
strange bed and a strange room. That's okay, though, because it gave
me a chance to wake up Mandy," he said, wrapping his right arm around
her shoulder as she sat next to him.

"Really? How?"

They both described how Tom woke her up. She laughed and said about
the same thing John had said earlier. 

After breakfast, they returned to the bathroom where Mandy gave Tom a
spare toothbrush and they brushed their teeth side by side. Then they
combed each other's hair, giggling at what they were doing. After they
were done there they returned to Mandy's room so she could get
dressed. 

She decided to wear a pair of light green shorts and a white blouse,
designed to show off her breasts. Also a pair of black patent leather
strap shoes. Tom smiled as he sat on the bed which he had just
hurriedly made up as he watched her dress. When she was done, he said,
"I'll just leave my clothes here. Okay?" he asked her, pointing to his
clothes resting on a chair in the corner.

"Sure, Tom," she said, smiling as she picked up her bag and handed him
his.

"Thanks. I'll get them tonight. No use getting dressed just to walk
across the street, is there? I mean, I'll just be taking them off
again."

"That's right. I'm glad that you can take this so calmly now, Tom. On
Monday you were a completely different person than you are now," and
she smiled at him.

Tom grinned. "I didn't have a certain blonde-haired girl in my life
then, did I?" She grinned at him as they walked out of the room.

Together they walked down the stairs to meet Geena just coming from
the kitchen. She stopped to stare at this strange duo who approached
her. A nude boy and a clothed girl. She smiled at them and said good
morning before she rushed past them up the stairs to her room to get
dressed.

Tom looked at Mandy, a strange redness to his cheeks. "I'll never get
over seeing her naked. She's so cute."

Mandy looked at Tom thoughtfully then down at his semi-erect prick.
Taking his prick in hand, she said, "Just remember who your girlfriend
is, Mister Allen. There is still such a thing as propriety." He said,
"OW! Careful, please, I need that!" as she headed for the door just as
John came up, dressed for school also.

"Careful, honey, you could hurt him," he said to Mandy.

"Don't worry, daddy, I'm careful. Aren't I, Tom?" she asked the
red-faced boy.

"Oh uh sure she is, sir," he gasped out as she released him and opened
the door. Mandy grinned, sure now that she had taken his mind off her
little sister. 

2. 

The three of them headed across the street. Mandy and her father, both
dressed for school, and Tom, following them a few steps behind, naked
as a J-Bird except for his shoes and socks, with his school bag slung
over his right shoulder with his arm crooked and his thumb hooked to
the strap. They silently approached the group of about a hundred
students already assembled near the front door. It was 7:45 am.

"Hey, Allen, you're pretty brave, walking across the street like
that," came a voice from the crowd that Tom recognized immediately.
Tom looked to see where it came from and looked right at him.

Mandy leaned over and whispered, "Who's that?"

"Oh, just Todd Browning. He's been a thorn in my side since the first
grade. He's the reason I had my folks give me those martial arts
lessons. Browning always did everything he could think of to make my
life miserable in the first five years of school."

Looking back at Todd, Tom said, "Bravery isn't the reason I can do
this. It's because I have people who support me. Can you say the
same?"

For a moment, Todd didn't say anything at all, then he stepped out of
the crowd and approached the two of them. Mr. Collins had already gone
up to the door ahead of them.

"Okay, you think you're so tough, let's step off school property and
we'll see how tough you are." He stood there looking at Tom straight
in the eye, his hands balled into fists. Tom smiled at him. 

"Well?" Todd asked. "You afraid?"

"Come on, Mandy," he said, taking her hand in his, "or we'll be late
for school. Todd isn't worth the effort," and they started to walk
away hand in hand when Todd grabbed Tom's shoulder. A moment later
Todd was flat on the ground begging for mercy as Tom sat on his back
and twisted his arm.

"Give it up, Todd. The days when you can torment me are over. Got it?"

He rapidly shook his head affirmatively and Tom released him. Mandy
helped Tom up just as Mr. Collins came over to see what the situation
was.

"What's wrong?" he asked them as Todd got up from the ground rubbing
his wrist. 

"Nothing," Tom said. "Todd decided to show everyone just how much of a
man he is by attacking me, an obviously naked guy who should be
defenseless." There was a flurry of consent from many of the students
surrounding them. Tom continued by saying, "I stopped him the same way
I stopped those other two who tried to make Mandy do something she
didn't want to do. Mr. Collins, maybe he needs a day or two in the
Program, to teach him some respect for others, something he obviously
hasn't learned after all these years in school." 

"I agree," Mr. Collins said, reaching out and taking Todd's arm. "Come
on, Mr. Browning, I think we should see the Principal right now."

"Hey, I'm not taking my clothes off!" he cried at he was dragged into
the school. Mandy and Tom followed closely behind through the passage
opened by the other kids who were watching. As they walked, Mandy
whispered over to Tom, "He's probably got one even smaller than yours.
That's probably why he's been acting like he has all those years."

Tom grinned. He was okay with the size of his now, Mandy had seen to
that, so he said, "You're probably right," and took her hand in his.

By that time, they had reached the office. Mr. Collins had already
notified them of the situation by cell phone and the secretary had
pulled Todd's record for Mrs. Evans.

She was waiting at the door to her office as they came in the office
door. She scowled at Todd then turned and went into her office. Mr.
Collins pulled Todd into the inner office and his daughter went in
along with Tom. Todd was looking very angrily at Tom.

"Alright now, just what happened?" Mrs. Evans asked as she sat down at
her desk and opened the folder in front of her. She frowned as she
glanced over it. This wasn't the first time she'd had Mr. Browning in
her office.

Mandy spoke up. "Todd tried to get Tom to fight him off school
grounds, but Tom declined and we started walking towards the school.
Todd grabbed him and ended up on the ground with Tom sitting on him."

Tom nodded. "It wasn't my fault. I just reacted. Besides, he's been a
thorn in my side for years. Maybe I just vented some of that
frustration out on him finally." He shrugged. "Am I in trouble?"

Mr. Collins told Mrs. Evans that there were plenty of witnesses who
had seen exactly what had happened. She shook her head no in response
to Tom's question.

"What do you think we should do with him?" she asked the group,
nodding at Todd. "We can't have him picking fights, that just won't
do."

"Tom suggested putting him into the Program since he seems to think
it's so funny," Mandy stated, grinning at Todd. "I think that might
help. Maybe the rest of this week and next week, too."

"No way!" Todd cried, shaking Mr. Collins' hand loose from his arm.
"No way am I going naked here or anywhere else. Uh uh. I'd rather quit
school before that happened," and he tried to make a getaway but Mr.
Collins stopped him.

Mrs. Evans looked at him closely. "Why would you quit school over a
mere matter of personal decorum when you have your whole life in front
of you? Don't be stupid, young man. Take your punishment and learn
from it."

Todd stood there a moment thinking, then he jerked away from Mr.
Collins and said, "Sorry, I can't!" and ran out of the inner office
past the office workers who had heard the whole thing since the door
was open. 

Mrs. Evans looked perplexed. She'd never encountered an incident like
this, except for the girl on Monday who had left school to avoid
having to participate in the Program. Mrs. Evans had heard from her
parents, and they said their daughter would be enrolled in a private
school.
 
"What do we do now?" she asked, looking at them.

"If I know Todd," Tom said, "his father will bring him back in an hour
or so. His dad sleeps during the day since he works nights, so he'll
just be getting home about now. I don't think his dad will be very
pleased if Todd comes home and wakes him."

Mrs. Evans nodded. Then she got another thought. 

"John," she said, looking at Mr. Collins, "would you be upset if I
asked Mandy something? I'd like her to test the new program we've set
up for non-Program participants."

"I don't mind, Barbara. I can leave it up to her and Tom. I'm sure he
won't mind," he told her, then he turned to Tom and asked him, "Will
you, my boy?" while patting him on the back.

Tom grinned and said he wouldn't.

"Would you be willing to do that, Mandy? We need to see just how
effective these things will be," she said, holding up a necklace and a
bracelet. "As I said, the necklace is for the girls and the bracelet
is for the boys. But there's been some thought to having all
volunteers wear the necklace because it is more visible. What do you
think?"

"I wouldn't mind, Mrs. Evans. That would mean Tom could have a partner
again." She squeezed Tom's hand.
 
Tom smiled at her and then looked at Mrs. Evans. "I happen to know
that boys wear necklaces, too. But I think that, although some guys
might be willing to try going nude in school, they might think the
necklace is too effeminate for them, especially the jocks. You should
make both available to those brave enough to try it."

"Good idea, Tom. I'm glad to see that you are doing so well. After you
left here on Monday, I was worried about you. I guess I shouldn't have
been. Good job." She smiled at him.

"Thanks, ma'am, I owe it all to this little lady right here," he said,
putting his arm around Mandy. 

Mandy grinned at him. "You worked at it just as much as I did, Tom,"
she told him.

He watched her as she undressed. "Yes," he said, "but if you hadn't
shown me that I wouldn't be a subject for derision, I doubt I'd be
here now."

"Oh sure you would," she said as she piled her clothes into a neat
little pile.

"Well maybe, but it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun."

She grinned at him as she took the necklace from Mrs. Evans. As said
previously, the necklace and bracelet were made of brightly colored
beads with a metal tag attached to show that the wearer was not a
participant of the Program. She let it hang down between her breasts
so the tag showed.

"Good," Mrs. Evans said, "now I hope that it will allow you to avoid
any further difficulties like you had on Tuesday. If you do have any,
let me or someone know as soon as possible."

"Yes, ma'am," Mandy said as she grabbed her clothes. They left Mrs.
Evans alone in her office and went out into the outer office. Mandy
kissed Mr. Collins and wished him a good day. He wished both of them
the same. Tom and Mandy got late passes to their first period English
and left to go to their lockers. The hall was empty as Mandy and Tom
exchanged their books in their bags for their morning class material.
Mandy also left her clothes in her locker.

3.

As they entered Mrs. Bernhard's class a hush settled over the whole
room as they saw that Mandy was naked again. All the boys had their
eyes on her and the girls had theirs on Tom who had a slight swelling
in his cock. 

Mrs. Bernhard took their passes and asked Mandy, "I thought you
weren't going to do that again this week?"

Mandy smiled. "Mrs. Evans asked if I would care to test the new
system," she said as she twirled the end of the necklace a bit. "She
wants to see if I have any trouble today."

Mrs. Bernhard nodded and told them, "Please take your seats. Tom, do
you need relief?"

"No, ma'am, thank you," and he sat down next to Mandy.

After that they continued on with their discussion of the differences
in the original novel FRANKENSTEIN and the various movie and TV
adaptations. When the bell rang, Tom was ready to go. He'd read the
whole book before, so he didn't need to go into it as deeply this
time.

As they left the room, Tom walked up the corridor with Mandy at his
side holding hands. A couple of boys tried to stop them to ask Mandy
to agree to some special requests but when then did they saw her
necklace. One of them said, "I thought that wasn't going to start
until next week?"

Mandy smiled graciously at them. "The Principal decided the system
needed a test case. I guess it works, huh?"

He shrugged. "I guess so. Come on, Pete, we'll be late for class," and
the started on down the hall going the opposite direction.

Tom grinned. "I was a little worried there for a moment, but it
worked. That's great. Maybe you can go nude in school all the time,"
he told her.

"That would take all the special joy out of doing it only
occasionally," she told him. 

About that time, they walked into the room where Dr. Smith taught
Chemistry. He was startled to see Mandy naked again, but Tom assumed
he saw the necklace and was aware of its meaning.

"Good morning, sir," they each said and took their seats in the front
row. He said good morning and was just about to ask Tom if he needed
relief when Tom's name was mentioned over the PA system, asking him to
come to the office.

"I wonder what they want?" Tom asked. Mandy shrugged. He left his bag
by his desk, excused himself and left the class room, headed back to
the office. He had been to office more times that week than all of
past school experience put together.

When he got there he found Todd and a man he knew to be Todd's father
standing in Mrs. Evans' office. The man had his hand on Todd's arm,
obviously restraining him from leaving. Mrs. Evans saw Tom enter the
office and she called him forward.

Mr. Browning saw him as he entered the inner office and frowned. "You
let this pipsqueak put you down, boy? What are you, a weakling? I
didn't raise you to be no weakling, boy," he said, squeezing Todd's
arm, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Mr. Browning, that will be enough!" Mrs. Evans said sternly. "You may
punish your son for wrongs, imagined or real, at home, but here we
have rules. You will leave him to be disciplined as we see fit, and
according to the rules. 

"Now, as to this young man here," she said, pointing to Tom who was
now standing by her desk, "you may think this upstanding young man is
beneath contempt and not equal to your son, but I assure you, Thomas
Allen is one of the smartest students in his class, and the bravest.
He has taken part in the Program this week, even though he foresaw
ridicule and embarrassment, but still he asked to go through with it,
even after his partner for the week ran out of school to escape her
participation. I know what he can do, and your son is lucky that he
escaped with a sore wrist."

"He looks like a wimp to me," the man said surlily as he gripped
Todd's arm. He was surprised though when Tom walked over and took has
wrist off of Todd's arm, saying, "What kind of father are you? You're
hurting him. I think now I can understand why he has been the way he
has all these years. He was trying to live up to your expectations."

Looking at Todd, Tom saw the hopeless look on the teen's face. "I'm
sorry if I hurt you, Todd, but you shouldn't have tried to pick that
fight with me. I'd like to be friends, if you'll let me." Tom held his
hand out but Todd just stood there, not saying a word. Tom shrugged
and returned to his seat.

Mr. Browning looked at his hand then at Tom. The boy was stronger than
he looked. "Well, what are you going to do with him then?" he asked,
nodding to his son.

Mrs. Evans had watched the interchange and realized that there was
more to Tom Allen than she thought. Looking at Mr. Browning, she said,
"Just what I'd planned earlier, before he ran away." Looking at Todd,
she said, "Mr. Browning, for the next two days, today and tomorrow,
you will be a Program participant, not for punishment, since we don't
use the Program that way, but for an object lesson which I hope you
will learn. That is, belligerency in school is unacceptable and nudity
can enhance your life."

"Listen to her, Todd," Tom told him. "It certainly improved my life.
Maybe you'll even find a girlfriend like I did."

Todd was standing there, silent and still, looking at the floor. They
all expected him to try to escape again, but instead, he started to
undress, acting as if he was in a dream state. He removed his clothes
and placed them in an awaiting box. When he pulled off his pants, he
showed them his five inch limp penis, with absolutely no pubic hair.
His face turned bright red and he tried to hide his pubic area behind
his hands.

"What happened to your hair, boy? Did you shave it off?" his father
asked him. He had realized by then why his son had ran away earlier.
He didn't want his friends seeing him like that.

Todd looked at him and said, "I never had any. It doesn't grow," and
he started to cry, ashamed. 
 
"That's nothing to be ashamed of, Todd," Mrs. Evans said. "Many boys
and girls develop at different rates. I know some people who prefer it
that way," she said, pointing at his condition.

Todd looked astounded. "You do? But I'm sixteen years old, and I look
like a baby! I can't go out there like this!" he cried.

"Like I said, people grow up at different rates. I think you'll find
that you'll not stand out as much as you think. Look at Tom here," she
said, pointing to the naked boy by her desk. "When he came into my
office on Monday, he was dreading having to go to school nude, but he
found out that his fellow students aren't as heartless as he thought
they'd be. Didn't you, Tom?"

"Yes, ma'am," Tom said. "I found that they will accept you even like
that, if only you can accept yourself. I hope you can," he told Todd.

Todd huffed. He couldn't accept himself when he thought he looked like
a little kid. He looked at his father and said, "I suppose you want to
lose me now, don't you."

"Of course not. She's right, everyone is different. I just wish you
had told me about this in private instead of closing yourself off all
the time."

"How could I? When I'm awake, you're sleeping and I'm in school. We
never talk." He started to cry and turned his back on the others to
hide it.

The man sighed. He had never realized what working a ten hour shift in
the warehouse had done to his son, the only reminder he had of his
late wife. "I'm sorry, Todd. If you let me, I'll try to make it up to
you..."

Mrs. Evans led Tom out into the outer office. "I think they just need
a little time to talk. Maybe then things will work out better for
them."

"I hope so," said Tom, looking back towards her office. 

Mrs. Evans looked at the clock. "It's almost time for your class to
let out. You'd better get back."

"Yes, ma'am," he said and left the room. The bell rang just as he got
to the door of the Chemistry class room. It opened and students began
to file out. He was about to go in and get his bag when Mandy came
out, carrying hers and his.

"What happened?" she asked curiously as they began walking to French
class. Mandy felt comfortable, wearing just the necklace and shoes as
she walked next to Tom.

"Todd came in, just as we thought, accompanied by his father. That man
is a bully. I can see why Tom was like he was all these years now.
Right now, though, they're in Mrs. Evans' office talking, something
they should have done years ago. Here's Mrs. Simmons' class."

4.

As they walked into the room, accompanied by several other students,
Mrs. Simmons said, "Bon Jour, Class."

They all answered her in kind as they took their seats. "Ah,
Mademoiselle Collins, pourquoi sont vous nu?(Why are you nude?)" she
asked Mandy.

Mandy grinned. Still a bit haltingly, she told Mrs. Simmons, "� cause
de Madam Evans. Elle avoir devoir du fair un essai de la nouveau
syst�me(Because of Mrs. Evans. She needed to test the new system.),"
and she shook the necklace.

"Ah bon, Merci." Mrs. Simmons then asked Tom if he needed relief and
he said no. That morning had yet to be sexually stimulating, having a
fight, talking about monsters in class and being called to the office
- twice that day - wasn't conducive to being sexually stimulated.
Although as he looked at Mandy sitting there, he did feel a twinge.

The class went on and they started getting ready for gym. Tom's cock
grew hard at that thought and Mandy caught sight of it. "What's wrong?
Why are you getting horny all of a sudden?"

"I don't know," Tom said, shrugging, keeping a straight face for her
benefit. "Maybe its because we're almost an hour away from lunch," he
told her, grinning.

"Or maybe it's because you're going to be in a locker room full of
naked girls again?"

"Umm could be," he said as they left the room. Stopping at their
lockers, Mandy turned to Tom and said, "What will Todd do? I know he
isn't in this class, but he'll have to shower with the girls in his
class, won't he?"

Tom shrugged as they started for the Gym. "I guess he will. After
seeing his reaction, I hope he has as good a group as we have."

Tom was stopped a couple times as they neared the Gym. They were
mostly younger girls, some of whom Tom recognized from earlier in the
week, apparently back for seconds. He didn't mind. He grinned at Mandy
as they waited for the girls to get their fill.

They walked into the Gym and right into the locker room, following a
couple girls who were late. They didn't see either of the coaches.

"Hi, girls," Tom cried out as he grabbed a seat. They all said hello
as they changed their clothes. Of course Mandy and Tom were way ahead
of them, only having to change their shoes. As such, they were the
first two out on the floor.

Both of the coaches came out of the office which was situated between
the two locker rooms just as the rest of the class assembled, both
boys and girls, and Miss White blew her whistle. As the classes drew
around, she started to speak.

"Today, class, we're doing calisthenics." A loud moan went up and both
coaches grinned. They knew that their students despised doing those,
but it was part of the curriculum.

"Okay, okay, now, I know just how much you enjoy jumping jacks,
push-ups and the like, but they're necessary. Coach Collins and I will
be watching closely to see if there are any problems. Now, we want you
to line up in two groups of two rows of thirteen each, boys on one
side, girls on the other facing front with a five foot space between
the groups. Then we'll start."

As the classes formed up, Mandy and Tom were on opposite ends of the
room in the back rows and so were no distraction to most of the group.
With everyone paying attention, Mr. Collins had them each do ten
push-ups, then ten jumping jacks. Some did fine, but others couldn't
complete the assignments, especially the push-ups. 

After that, the coaches had them pair up, one boy and one girl to do
sit-ups. As one partner did the sit-ups, their partner held their
ankles to prevent them from moving in the wrong fashion. Then they
changed. The boys got a kick out of it because it allowed them to look
up the girls' shorts. Of course, the girls did the same thing to them,
so they were even. 

About two thirds through class time, Mr. Collins had them all get up
and do five laps around the room, amidst groans and muttering. Finally
though, the torture was over and the students meekly filed into their
respective locker rooms to undress and shower. After that workout,
there was little play in the showers and Tom and Mandy were out in no
time, ready to go to lunch, for which they were ready.

Mr. Collins met them as they came out. "Good work, kids," he said,
patting their backs. He just moaned. They weren't required to do
calisthenics very often and they were glad.

"Thanks, Daddy," Mandy said. "Maybe you should have us do those more
often." He laughed and went into his office, but not before he heard
Tom cry out as he turned to look at his girlfriend, "Hey! Don't tell
him that, he'll get ideas." He laughed as he went in.

She smiled. "I was watching you run. I liked what I saw," and she
looked down at his semi-erect penis. For once, Tom blushed. 

"Why are you blushing?" she asked him as she took his arm and they
left the Gym headed for their lockers and lunch.

5.

As they walked down the hall Tom shrugged. "I don't know. It's not
like you haven't seen it before, either soft or hard, but you calling
attention to it like that called back some of my old feelings of
insecurity. It'll pass."

"I hope so, Tom," she said.

Going into the cafeteria they managed to get a half-way decent meal
and a side table where they were left alone. As they sat down, Mandy
said, "Tom, are you staying over tonight?"

"I'd like to, but I've got some chores at home to do. Besides, I want
to see if Mom is all right. I haven't spoken to her since yesterday
morning. She wasn't home last night when I called."

"Okay, I understand that. But when can we be together again? I really
enjoyed having you in bed with me last night." Tom saw a few heads
turn when she said that. He grinned.

"So did I," he assured her. "As soon as I get a bigger bed, and Mom
assures me that I will, then I'll have you over and we can party all
night. How about that?" he asked her, grinning as he took a bite of
his hamburger.

She grinned. "I'd like that," and took a bite of her hot dog. 

They talked a while longer, then Tom had a thought. "Hey, remember Mr.
Harrison?"

She looked at him puzzled. Of course she remembered their art teacher.
Then she grinned. "Yes. So?"

"So he's going to love you today and tomorrow. At least you have a
figure that people can draw."

She laughed and they dumped their trays. After that they headed for
Art class and, true to Tom's prediction, Mr. Harrison's eyes lit up
when he saw Mandy and Tom walk in. They laughed at his
not-so-surprising reaction.

"Well well, what do we have here, Miss Collins?" he asked her,
smiling. Then he saw the necklace and his face fell.

She smiled at him and said, "Oh don't worry, sir, I'll model for you.
It was fun on Tuesday. This only keeps me from having to do things I
don't want to do anyway. Okay?" 

His face lit up again and he said, "That's very gracious of you, young
lady, and I'm sure Mr. Allen won't mind either."

"No, sir, I won't, providing you let me have relief before we start,"
Tom said, grinning. There was a big laugh from the rest of class. On
Tuesday, he had an accident when she was standing against him and he
came all over her.

Mr. Harrison called the class to order and Tom did request relief. Now
that he was rested from Gym class, he was feeling aroused but he was
curious as to whether he could masturbate himself in front of the
class. He had whispered to Mandy what he wanted to do and she nodded.

When he had reached the front of the class, Mr. Harrison asked him,
"Don't you want someone," and he looked at Mandy, "to help you, Tom?"
Now that class was in session, he was once again on first name basis
with students.

"No, sir. I need to know if I can do this myself, for my own
confidence. Okay?"

"Sure. Go ahead," he told Tom and he sat down behind his desk.

Tom sat down and hesitated a moment. Then, seeing Mandy nod to him, he
gripped his cock and started to stroke. He closed his eyes and wished
he was lying down. Trying his best to close out the sound of the
class, he started stroking faster, feeling his heart race and his
breathing quick as he thought about Mandy, lying there in her bed,
naked and playing with herself. It didn't take long before he began to
shoot, spraying cum all over himself.

A few seconds after that, he opened his eyes and looked embarrassed at
the class. They were quiet, letting him recover at his own pace. Then
they clapped. It was weird to Tom as he cleaned himself up. I waved at
them as he slowly started to stand up.

"No no, Tom, stay there, please," Mr. Harrison told him. He turned and
looked at Mandy who rose and walked up to the front of the class to
whistles and yells of approval from the boys. She turned to the class
and smiled at them, bowing.

"Mandy, I want you to sit sideways on Tom's lap. Now that he's been
relieved, there should be no further accidents," which brought laughs
again from the class.

Mandy sat facing the windows with her arm around Tom's neck and his
arm around her waist, giving him a good view of her pussy, and her a
good feel of his gently moving cock. Getting comfortable, she laid her
head on his shoulder.

"Good," Mr. Harrison turned to the class who were all opening their
large sketch pads and were starting to sketch Tom and Mandy. He
grinned as he watched them working. When they had a good model, or in
this case two models, they didn't need to go to work. He sat down and
started to time them.

After fifteen minutes he called a halt. Mandy jumped off of Tom's lap
and let him stand up. He limped around a bit then sat down again until
Mr. Harrison said, "Okay class, let's do another pose, shall we? Tom,
please stand up and move the chair back. Thank you. Now, Mandy, would
you please stand to his left and each of you stand with you arms
slightly spread and your fingers, spread as well. Yes, that's right,
just like the pamphlet. Good. Now please try not to move."

Turning back to the class, he said, "Okay class, fifteen minutes
again. Proceed."

As the class drew, Tom's penis began to become erect. When he realized
this, his face turned red but there was nothing he could do about it.
All he could do was stand there like a statue, a statue with an erect
cock. How embarrassing.

Mandy wasn't aware of Tom's problem or she would have probably had a
hard time herself, keeping a straight face, but some of the students
noticed however and he could hear snickers coming from the class, but
they quickly stopped Mr. Harrison looked at the ones doing it. 

By the time the class ended Tom was sore. His legs and feet were sore
from standing still for so long, and his cock was sore from being
stiff for so long. When he groaned as he massaged his legs a bit,
Mandy turned to look at him. "OOO. Someone needs relief again, I see,"
she said, grinning broadly at his discomfort.

Tom stood up straight, looked her in the eyes and said, "Not now. Wait
till after school, before I go home, okay? That way, we can do each
other," and he grinned at her lecherously.

As they entered the hallway they saw someone. It was Todd Browning,
hurrying towards his next class. He was naked and red all over as he
rushed along, probably hoping that no one would see him. Tom and Mandy
looked at each other and shrugged. He wasn't having an easy time of
it, they were thinking. 

When they entered Mr. Callahan's History class, Tom had second
thoughts. It was almost the end of Thursday, the week was almost over
and he did hurt. He looked at Mandy who had sat down in her chair and
grinned. 

Mr. Callahan stood up as Tom went to his desk. He saw Mandy sitting
there naked and obviously enjoying the attention from the boys and he
noticed Tom who had just sat down in his chair. Two naked students
among twenty-eight others, except he saw that one was wearing a
necklace.

"Mr. Allen, do you need relief?"

Tom thought a moment, then he respectfully declined the offer,
deciding instead to wait after all. The class proceeded with a test on
the material they had had that week and Tom could relax.

When they stepped out into the hall a man came up to them. "Mr. Allen,
could I speak to you please?" It was Mr. Crandall, the band director
for the school.

"Sure, sir, what's up?" Tom said as the three of them stepped to the
side of the corridor.

"I have a problem. My lead clarinetist has come down with the measles
and can't play tomorrow night. I was wondering if you could fill in?"

Tom looked at Mr. Crandall then at Mandy. If he did this, he's have to
perform in front of an audience nude, Program regulations mandated
that. "Um, sir, I don't know. Any other time I'd be honored, but this
week," and he pointed to his condition. He gulped, losing some of his
new-found confidence.

Mandy took his hand and said, "Oh Tom, do it. It's just what you need,
I think."

"But all those people? Would you be there?" he asked her.

"If you want, and your mom can be there, too," she said. Then she
turned to Mr. Crandall, "What time is the performance?"

"At 6:00 in the auditorium. It's to raise money for the band, for
uniforms and new instruments. Please?" he begged Tom.

"If I do, can I use my own instrument. I can bring it tomorrow."

Tom was sweating, but he wanted to help out any way he could.

"Of course, Mr. Allen. I can get you a ticket for your mother if you
like."

"Yes, thank you," Tom said. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay.
I'll do it. But I just hope I don't freeze up."

"Thank you, young man. You won't regret it."

Tom breathed deeply and said, "I hope not."

Just then the second bell rang. "Shoot, now we're late for class," Tom
said.

Mr. Crandall took a pad from his pocket, along with a pen. "Since I
made you miss your class, this will help. Any questions, have the
teacher get in touch with me." He handed each of them a pass.

"Thanks. We'll do that, Mr. Crandall. See you tomorrow," Tom told him.

"I'll speak to you sometime during the day and give you the ticket."

"Okay, thanks. I'll be easy to find," Tom said as they prepared to
head across the hall to Algebra for seventh period.

"Yes, you certainly will," they heard him comment as he walked away.

6.

As Tom and Mandy entered the room all eyes were focused on them. Mrs.
Roberts stepped over to them. Since it was after the bell, she was
going to send them to the office but they handed her the passes Mr.
Crandall had given them. She read them and her eyebrow went up.

"Mr. Crandall? Where did you see him?"

"Right outside. He wants me to play in the concert tomorrow night. His
lead clarinetist is sick and since I play one, he asked me. I said I
would, even though I have to play like this."

"Okay, I'll accept that. Do either of you need relief?" Mrs. Roberts
asked.

"No, ma'am," Tom assured her. "I don't think I'll need relief for a
few days," and that brought a laugh from the other students as he sat
down. Since Mandy wasn't a participant, she wasn't entitled to relief
so she sat down as well.

"Okay class, we were supposed to have a test today, but because of my
emergency yesterday, we'll leave it till tomorrow." She looked at Tom.
"Something more to look forward to. Right, Tom?" and the class
chuckled again, although they were not amused that they would have it,
too.

Tom grinned. "Yes, ma'am, just something else." He sighed. Mandy, who
was sitting next to him, patted his back. "Poor baby, when it rains it
pours. Huh?"

He looked at her and stuck his tongue out at her. She laughed and
swatted his arm.

"Well since that is settled. Let's review what might be on the test."

The rest of the period was spent doing just that. When the bell rang
Tom was anxious to get out of school and go home. He hadn't seen his
mother for two days, since the previous morning and he wanted to let
her in on what had gone on and what was going on. He also wanted to
practice a little on his clarinet.

They made it out of the school after Mandy dressed. She had returned
the necklace, or rather tried to, to the office but Mrs. Richards said
she was instructed to tell her to keep it until tomorrow. Mandy agreed
and she went to get dressed at her locker while Tom waited.
 
Once they reached Mandy's home, Tom retrieved his clothes and kissed
Mandy. "Would you mind very much if we cut this short? I want to get
home and do some practicing and I need to tell mom about the band. We
can get together on the weekend. After all, there's still the picnic."

"Of course not. I'll miss you, though," she said and hugged him.

"I'll miss you, too, Mandy," he told her. "I haven't practiced for a
long time, except for Tuesday, and I don't want to look anymore of a
fool up there than I already will. Besides, mom will want to know
about the new developments. I love you. I know it's only been four
days, but it feels like a couple months to me," he told her, kissing
her again.

"I love you, too, Tom. I hope everything works out for you."

He smiled at her then took his bag and left. He hurried home so that
he was there when his mother came in. When she did she was surprised
to hear Tom playing his clarinet in his room.

Kathryn walked down the hall and looked in her son's room. She smiled.
He was sitting there naked as he played in front of his music stand
holding his clarinet. He was so involved in his music that he didn't
see her standing there until she knocked on his door.

He set his instrument down and smiled at her. "Hi, mom. I'm baackk!"

She grinned at him as she stepped into the room. "Yes, I see. But why
the music? You don't usually bother with that anymore."

His face clouded. "Uh well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
I've joined the band at the request of the conductor. He heard Mandy
say that I played a clarinet yesterday and he had me test. Then when
he needed a clarinetist for a concert, he asked me."

"That's great, honey," she said as she hugged him. "When do you
start?" She didn't think he's start that week. She was wrong.

"Well, you see, I had agreed to join next week after my Program week
was over but something came up. Mr. Crandall's lead clarinetist has
the measles, so he asked me to perform in the concert tomorrow night.
I didn't want to, but I do have school spirit. I want you to be there.
Can you?"

She smiled. "Of course, hon. What time?"

"The concert starts at 6:00," he told her. "Mandy said she'd be there,
and Mr. Crandall said he'd get you a ticket. He'll give it to me
tomorrow sometime. The concert is to raise funds for the band. I
couldn't say no. I'm just scared I'll make a fool of myself," he said
quietly. She patted his shoulder. 

"You'll do fine. Come on, help me fix supper," she told him. "Peel
some potatoes while I get changed."

"Okay, let me put some clothes on," Tom told her, getting up from his
chair and setting his instrument down on his desk.

"Nonsense, honey," she said, smiling at him. "Stay like that, if you
are comfortable with it here. I don't mind, I told you that."

"Thanks, mom, I love you," and he leaned over and kissed her before
she went to her room.

They discussed the concert and what was going on with school and
Mandy. He told her about Mandy going nude to test the new system and
to help him. Supper went by almost unnoticed as they talked.

After supper it was about 7 o'clock and they were watching TV when the
front door bell rang. Kathryn went to answer it. Tom heard her say,
"Oh good, it's here. Please bring it in."

Tom glanced at the clock and saw that it was after seven. Who would be
delivering at that time of night? he thought to himself.

Kathryn came around the corner and said, "Tom, please come here."

He got up and went into the hall. He saw two men holding a large box
spring. The fact that he was naked didn't seem to faze him in his own
home. He wondered why. The men didn't seen to notice or else they just
didn't say anything. They probably saw a lot of strange sights on
their deliveries.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Your new bed," his mom said.

His eyes opened and he grinned. "Great! Come this way please," he said
to the men. He led them to his room and they set the box spring
against the right wall which was clear of furniture.

They left while he and his mother started to tear down his bed to make
room for the new one. Every so often he would glance at his mother and
grin. She already knew what would happen in the new bed. 

In less than an hour, the old bed had gone into storage in the
basement and the new bed was set up, complete with pillows and sheets.
Tom and his mother looked at each other. Kathryn looked at her son and
grinned.

"That's an awful lot of room for just one boy," she said. "Maybe you
can think of someone to take up the extra room?"

Tom grinned, leaned over and kissed her, then he said, "Thanks, mom.
Have I ever told you that I love you?" and dashed from the room as she
called out after his retreating figure, "Yes you have, but I never get
tired of hearing it."

He phoned Mandy. Margaret answered and told him Mandy was doing her
homework. However, the extension in the hall upstairs was picked up
and he heard Mandy's voice. 

"Tom? Is this you?"

"Yes, honey, it's me. Can you talk?"

"Mom, can I?"

"For a little while. You have homework. Keep it short. Okay?"

"Yes, mom," she said. "Tom, I can talk."

"I know, I heard. I just wanted you to know, my new bed has come. It
came tonight. I was wondering when we might be able to test it out, if
you get my drift."

"Oh I wish we could tonight, but I have homework and so do you. How
about tomorrow after the concert. You'll need to unwind," she said and
giggled.

He laughed, too. "Yes, I will. Will your parents let you sleep over?"

"She can," said Margaret's voice. "I'd let her go now but it's late.
And besides, tomorrow night will be better because then she'll be able
to help your mother prepare for the picnic the next day. Won't you,
dear?"

"Yes, mother," Mandy said, seeming to be exasperated with her. "I will
help, if Tom and I get out of bed at all during the day," she said
giggling.

"Miranda!" Margaret said, laughing. "You will NOT spend all day in
bed, only until his mother gets started, understand?"

"Yes, mom, of course I will," she said. "Tom, I love you. Meet me here
tomorrow morning?"

"Bright and early, my love," Tom told her, which resulted in a giggle
from both listeners. "Okay, Mandy, I'll let you go. I have work to do
as well. Good night, Mrs. Collins."

"Good night, Tom. Mandy, don't stay up too late."

"Yes, mother," Mandy said and hung up. Margaret hung up as soon as Tom
did.

He stretched as he headed back to his room. Kathryn met him. "Is she
coming?"

"No, she's got home work and it's too late anyway. Besides, I've got
to do mine as well, then I've got to get some sleep in my new bed. So
I'll say good night now, mom," he told her. He kissed her cheek and
went into
his room.

Tom looked around his now considerably smaller room. The bed took up
twice as much room as his old one, but it offered more opportunities
for fun.

Tom took some time to do his homework and went to bed around midnight
after setting up his alarm clock. He laid down in his new bed and was
asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Next - Friday

Any readers who might suggest some pieces that Tom can play at the
concert, PLEASE let me know at bjoe1228@earthlink.net. 

I'm not that familiar with music, so I could use any help I can get. 

Thank you.

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