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                      NiS - Tom's Week - Friday
                             by bjoe1228

 Author's note: Thanks go to Cthulhu who supplied some of the concert
later in the day. Thanks, Cthulhu.

1.

It was a sunny day when Tom awoke in his new bed after a fitful few
hours sleep. He turned over and sat up, rubbing his eyes and running
his fingers through his disorderly red hair. Looking at the clock on
his side table which hadn't gone off yet, he saw that it was only 6:44
in the morning. He'd only slept about six and a half hours but he was
eager to get started on his last day in the Program. 

Reaching over and turning off the clock so it wouldn't wake his
mother, Tom climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to shave,
shower and whatever before he got dressed. When he was dressed,
wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with shoes and socks, it was a
little after seven.

Getting breakfast was easy. Kathryn was up and had it ready for him
when he came into the kitchen. She smiled and asked him, "Well, how
was that new bed?" as she set his plate down in front of him.

"Great," he said, smiling. He felt good this morning. "There's too
much room in it though," he quipped as he dug into his meal.

She laughed. "I"m sure Mandy can fill it up for you. Will you be
coming home after school?"

"Sure. I'll need to give you your ticket, and I'll want to shower. I
think I'll take my clarinet in this morning and store it in my locker.
That way I'll have it there this evening. Umm, this is good. I like
sausage," he said, complimenting his mom on her cooking.

After a little more small talk he kissed his mother and went to get
his school things. Carrying his bag over his shoulder and his clarinet
case he waved good bye to Kathryn and started over to Mandy's house.
He gotten only about a block from his house when a hand grabbed him
and pulled him into the bushes next to a deserted house.

"So, big man, think you're so tough, huh?" said a voice behind him. He
thought that he had heard that voice before but he wasn't sure. Before
he could act, though, Tom was hit on the head and he fell to the
ground, semi-conscious and bleeding. He tried to turn around to see
who it was but he was kicked in the side and chest and lost
consciousness.

2.

When he came to, a light was shining in his eyes and he was lying on a
cold metal table. He blinked and mumbled, "What happened?"

"Easy, young man, you've got a concussion. We're taking you to the
hospital. Try not to talk," a voice told him. He laid back and tried
to remember what had happened. After a few minutes of thinking, it
came to him. It was that boy in the corridor Tuesday afternoon who
threatened Mandy. Now what was his name? After a few minutes of
thinking hard, he gasped out, barely audible to the man next to him,
"Mark Winters."

The man tending him leaned down and asked, "What, son?"

Tom opened his eyes and looked at him. A little louder he said, "Mark
Winters, he did it. I had a scuffle in the hall at school with him and
he was expelled for threatening a nude student. Tell my mom, please,"
and he fainted.

The next thing he knew he was lying in a hospital bed with nurses and
doctors standing around him. When they saw him open his eyes they
smiled, relieved. One of the doctors stepped closer to the bed and
felt his pulse. Then he asked Tom, "What's your name, son?"

Tom blinked at the bright lights and said, "T-Tom Allen. What time is
it? I have to get to school."

The doctor pushed him back down on the bed as he tried to get up.
"Whoa there, young man, you're not going anywhere right now. You've
got a concussion and a couple cracked ribs. You're going to be here a
while."

"No, you don't understand," Tom cried as he struggled to sit up. "I'm
in the Program this week. This is my last day and if I miss it I'll
have to do another week. I can't be late, please," and he pushed
himself up to a sitting position, only to fall back, crying out in
pain as he grasped his side.

"There, see?" the doctor said. "Now will you do as I tell you?"

Tom nodded. "My mom..." he whispered when he got some of his breath
back.

"She's been notified and she's on her way here. We've notified the
school of the incident and they'll decide what to do when you are
better. Now you told the EMT that the boy who attacked you," he said,
looking at his folder, "was named Mark Winters?"

Tom nodded as he started to feel sleepy. "Yes," he said and laid back,
closing his eyes.

"The police are looking for him right now. The school has given them
his description which matches the one given by the woman who found
you. It seems that you were lucky. A woman with a dog was passing by
and heard a commotion behind some bushes. She checked and saw most of
it. When she blew her whistle the attacker ran away after she
threatened to sic her dog on him."

Tom laughed and coughed when his side started to hurt. "Mrs. McGowran.
She lives across the street from us. She's got a chihuahua," and he
coughed again.

The others laughed as well as the doctor and then he said, "Well, be
that as it may, you were lucky. Another few kicks and you would have
been in here longer than a few days. The lady called 911 on her cel
phone and help arrived in minutes. You'll have to thank her."

Tom said, "I sure will," and closed his eyes again as the lights were
too bright.

The doctor patted his chest and said, "Good. Now sleep. We'll send in
your mother when she gets here."

"Thanks," Tom muttered.

A short time later, Tom heard a girl's voice call out in the corridor,
"But why can't I see him? He's my boyfriend."

"I'm sorry, miss, but he can't be disturbed right now. We're waiting
for his mother. Now please take a seat in the waiting room."

'Mandy?' Tom thought? How could she be here? He looked at his wrist
but his watch was missing and he couldn't see a clock. He also noticed
that his clothes were gone and he was dressed in a hospital gown. He
laid back and closed his eyes again, his head was throbbing.  

He woke up when a hand touched his chest. Opening his eyes he saw his
mother, Mandy and her parents as well as a policeman standing by his
bed. He smiled. "Hi, everybody, what a way to end a week, huh?" and he
dropped his head back to the pillow.

"Tom, are you all right? When I got the call at work I was so
worried."

"I guess so, mom. Hi, Mandy, Mr. and Mrs. Collins." They all said
hello and Mandy came over to the other side of his bed to take a hold
of his right hand.

The policeman who was standing beside his bed on the right said, "I
think you should know, Mr. Allen, we found your attacker hiding in a
small shed a few blocks away and we'll need you to identify him when
you are able. Your possessions are at the police station and can be
reclaimed whenever you like."
 
Tom and Kathryn thanked him and he left.

Mandy came over and took his right hand in hers. Tom smiled at her and
said, "I was attacked by that guy who bothered you on Tuesday.
Remember, Mandy? In the hall? I remembered his voice and name. I told
the guy in the ambulance. Oh, my head hurts," he said, trying to raise
his hand but found he had a tube attached to the arm.

"I was so worried when you didn't show up at our house this morning,
Tom. I just knew something bad had happened. I guess you won't be
playing at the concert tonight after all," Mandy said, looking
worried.

"No, I guess not," Tom said softly. 

The doctor came in and asked for everyone but Kathryn to leave. Mandy
begged to stay but her parents led her out. Tom told him about his
headache and he asked the nurse to give him some kind of drug in his
IV which she did. 

"Okay now, Mrs. Allen, your son has a concussion and a couple of
cracked ribs. He won't be able to walk for a couple of days so I'd
like to keep him here for observation. He should be able to leave on
Monday. Is that all right with you?"

"Yes, of course, doctor. Will he be all right afterwards, though?"

"Oh yes, quite all right. These injuries are quite quick-healing if
treated in time, I assure you, and Tom was lucky. I don't foresee any
problems in the future, although he will have to take it easy for a
couple of weeks to let those ribs heal properly. No stressful
activities, which includes no Gym."

When Tom heard that he moaned. The doctor turned to look at him. "Are
you okay, Tom?" he asked as he looked into Tom's eyes with a small
flashlight. The drug hadn't started to work yet, but the headache
wasn't what made Tom moan. He smiled a little and said, "Yeah, I just
remembered. This was my last day in the Program, and my last day to go
into the girls' locker room with them. Damn! Sorry, mom," he said,
looking at her apologetically.

She grinned. "I'll let it go this time, but watch it, young man," she
said, smiling.

The doctor seemed puzzled. "What is this program he keeps speaking of?
That's the second time he's mentioned it."

"They have a program called the Naked in School Program in his
school," she told him. "Each week, two students from each of the
classes are chosen to attend class, as well as special activities, in
the nude. It's supposed to build character and respect for themselves
and other people. Using the opposite gender's facilities is part of
the requirements. It was Tom's week this week. If he doesn't finish
the week for any reason deemed unacceptable to the administration, he
has to do it all over again next week. He's been dreading it up until
this week when his name was chosen. His partner skipped out, moving to
another school, and Mandy decided to help him, like the nice girl
we've come to know her to be," Kathryn said, explaining the situation.

"Thank God," Tom said, smiling at the thought of Mandy resting beside
him in bed.

"Well, this was not your fault, Tom," the doctor told him. "I really
don't see how they can make you do a whole extra week when you're not
to blame for missing the day."

"I'm sure they'll find a way," Tom said softly, disconsolate at the
thought of another week naked in school. Then he said, "I was supposed
to play in the band concert this evening, too. Now that's off. Mr.
Crandall will be disappointed in missing his substitute clarinetist.
Ohh, I think that stuff is working," he groaned, laying his head back
on his pillow and closing his eyes.

"Is he all right?" Kathryn asked the doctor.

"Yes. The drug just dulls the pain and makes him drowsy. He'll sleep
now."

Tom opened his eyes and asked his mother, "Mom, could you please get
my things? Especially my clarinet. Please?"

She patted his arm and said, "Of course, Tom. Now you rest. I'll be
back later."

She turned and stepped away from the bed and said, "Thank you for your
help, doctor. This has been a traumatic week for my son and now this
had to happen. What next?"

"Only time will tell, Mrs. Allen," said the doctor as they walked out
of the small two-bed room.

Tom sighed and in a moment he was asleep.

2.

A few hours later he awoke to find he was sitting up in bed. Someone
had raised the top half of the bed into a sitting position and his
tube was out. He looked around and there was no one there in the room.
He was alone.

Moving about a few times, he felt a pain in his side but it wasn't as
bad as before. The side bars on his bed were down and so he decided
that he'd try to get up, even though he'd been instructed to stay
where he was.

Swinging his legs around, he sat up on the right side of the bed. He
just sat there a couple of minutes, expecting his head to swim but it
didn't. 'Strange'," he thought. Standing up on his feet, he did waver
a bit but then he stood straight and strong. He tried a couple of
steps. Except for a twinge in his side he didn't really hurt.

Tom walked slowly over to the small cubicle in the corner and opened
the door. It was a closet and his clothes were hanging there. In the
other corner against the opposite wall beside the second bed was
another cubicle with a door. He went over to that and opened it. It
was a bathroom, and Tom suddenly realized he had to pee bad. That must
have been what had awakened him. He went in.

He had been in there a few minutes and was washing his hands when he
heard a knock on the door. He dried his hands and opened the door to
find a nurse looking at him.

"Are you alright, Mr. Allen? I was concerned when I found your bed
empty."

"Yes, I just needed to uh you know, and the tube was out so I
thought," Tom said haltingly as she helped him back to bed.

"I see," the nurse said as she helped him back to his bed. When he was
safely back in bed he asked her, "Do you know who put my bed up?"

"I did. Doctor's orders. It's supposed to help your ribs. How are they
feeling now, by the way?"

"Not bad. It doesn't hurt like before, only a slight twinge. Do I
really need to stay here as long as the doctor said? I feel fine. I
promise not to exert myself."

"Good," said the nurse as she pulled up his covers. "Now get some
sleep."

Tom managed to settle down in bed and eventually fell asleep. 

3.

He tossed and turned in his sleep for a while and then suddenly sat up
in bed, his eyes wide open as he cried out. 

"Yahh! NO! I can't!" and he looked around him. 

He was still in his own room, in his new bed and his mother was
sitting beside him, looking worried.

"Tom?" she said, putting her arm around him. "What's wrong? I heard
you moaning and I came in to see what was wrong. You were tossing and
turning like you were fighting something," she said.

He ran his hand over his sweating brow and looked at her. After the
week he had just had, he barely noticed that she was nude. "Mom?" was
all he said when he saw her. "I just had the worst nightmare. I
dreamed I was attacked on my way to school and I was sent to the
hospital.  It looked like I would have to spend all next week naked in
school again for missing tomorrow."

"You mean today?" she said. He nodded as he looked at the clock on the
table by his bed. It was indeed Friday, almost 6:00 on Friday, his
last day. He had slept less than six hours and he was not rested at
all.

He slapped his hand over his face to wake himself up as he said,
"Ohhh. This is going to be one horrible day. I don't feel like I've
slept a wink all night."

"Maybe it was just your brain trying to think of a way out of that
concert. You're concerned about the audience more than the music,
aren't you?" she asked him.

He nodded. "Yeah, I know some songs, but there will most likely be
some songs playing that I don't know. It'll be bad enough, sitting
there naked in front of the audience of strangers, but to blow the
tunes. Oh man." He looked at her. "Do you think I can do it?" he asked
her, looking concerned.

She patted his shoulder and smiled reassuringly at him. "Of course you
can. I have all the confidence in the world in you. Now go back to
sleep."

She started to leave the room when she looked back at him. He had
decided that he had had enough sleep so he sat up on the side of the
bed, rubbing his eyes. "I think I'd rather not, mom," he said. "I'll
take a shower. Maybe that will wake me up. Then I'll have breakfast
and get dressed. You go back to bed. I can do things myself."

He stood up and stretched his arms. After rubbing the remaining sleep
from his eyes, he headed for the bathroom as his mom left the room
ahead of him. 

Going into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and waited a few
moments while it warmed up. He stood before the sink and looked at his
reflection in the mirror. As he did, he asked himself as he ran his
fingers through his red hair, "So you think you can really pull this
off tonight?" and he thought he saw his reflection in the mirror nod
its head yes. He grinned. "Sure I can. I can do this, and after
tonight, I'll never have to go naked in public again, unless I want
to." He smiled at himself and then went into the shower.

A few minutes later, Tom walked down to the kitchen to get his
breakfast. He was still naked and since he was now relatively awake,
he was surprised to see his mom fixing breakfast for each of them,
wearing just an apron.

"Mom?" he said. "I thought you'd gone back to bed?"

"It was late enough, I thought as well," she said. "I figured a good
breakfast would do us both some good, and we don't get to have
breakfast together that much."

They sat there and ate. Tom discussed his trepidations with his mom
about walking on stage naked with the other clothed musicians, many of
whom were girls. Being naked in school among boys, girls and teachers
he knew was different for him than standing up on stage in front of
adults who were strangers.  

Finally though he admitted that he was dead set on completing the job
like he had promised Mr. Crandall he would do. That was the way he was
raised and he would do as he promised, even though he really didn't
want to.

After breakfast, Kathryn went up and took a shower while Tom got his
things together for school. By the time both were dressed and ready
for their day it was shortly before seven thirty. Too early in Tom's
view to go to Mandy's. Kathryn had a different view.

"Come on, Tommy, I'll give you a ride over to Mandy's. I'm sure she'll
be glad to see you. I'll drop you off and then go on to work from
there. Maybe I'll stop for a coffee on the way," she said as she
picked up her handbag and keys.

"Thanks, mom," her son said as he grabbed his bag.

They got into her car and they started down the road towards the
corner. After turning the corner, Tom had looked out the window when
he thought he saw something - or rather, someone. Kathryn was driving
the same route that Tom had walked in his dream and as they passed the
old abandoned house on River Street he thought he saw a figure dart
into some bushes, a figure that resembled Mark Winters.

He blinked twice but the figure was gone. Did he see him? If he had
been walking, he would have gone that very way. Eerie, he thought.

Kathryn pulled up in front of the Collins' house and Tom got out.
"Mom, I'll fix dinner this afternoon before you get home. That way you
can eat before you go to the concert. I'm sure I have to be there
early, say a half hour at least, so I'll leave the ticket on the
table. I probably will leave shortly after you get home. I love you.
See you tonight."

"Okay, honey. I love you, too. Have a good day at school," Kathryn
told him. They each waved bye and she drove off, leaving Tom standing
there holding his schoolbag.

Walking over to the door he was about to ring the bell when the door
opened and Mandy came running out and threw herself at him, wrapping
her arms around his neck and kissing him, nearly knocking him to the
ground. The very fact that she did this while wearing nothing but her
non-participant necklace, not even shoes or socks on her feet, caused
a rise in Tom's spirits to occur in more ways than one.

"Woe there, little lady," he cried, laughing as he tried to extricate
himself from her lustful clutches. He did manage to get a feel of her
buttocks before he pushed her away, though. "What's this all about? I
thought that I was the one who was supposed to sweep you off _your_
feet."

It took a few seconds to notice that she was crying.

He set her down and lifted her chin up. "Mandy? What's wrong?"

"Oh Tom, I had the worst dream about you. I dreamed..." 

"Wait," he said, taking her arm and heading towards the house. "Let's
go inside. I had a bad dream as well. I'm afraid to hear what yours
was."

They went into the house where Margaret and John Collins were just
coming down the stairs, all dressed for work. Geena was right behind
them, dressed for school.

"What's going on?" John asked as they approached the couple.

"I'm not sure, sir," Tom said. "All I know was that I was about to
ring the bell when she came flying through the door into my arms as
soon as it opened. Not that I'm complaining, mind you," he said to
grins from John and Margaret, "but she was crying, something about a
dream. The thing is, I had a bad dream last night myself. I afraid to
ask her about hers."

John looked at his watch. "We still have a few minutes. Let's go into
the living room and talk."

They did. Tom said as they sat down, "Last night, I dreamed I was
attacked by Mark Winters. You remember, Mandy, that boy who tried to
harass you on Tuesday afternoon?"

"Yes," she said, her voice shaking. "That's what I dreamed, too. I
dreamed you had a concussion and some cracked ribs." She started to
cry again.

Tom's eyes were agape as he said, his face pale, "That's weird! That's
exactly what I dreamed. What's going on here? My mom said it was a way
for my brain to try and get me out of this concert mess I got myself
into. I don't know."

"Your mother could be right. You don't want to do the concert nude but
you are required by the Program regulations to do so since you agreed
to do it during your week," Mrs. Collins said. Being a qualified
psychologist, Margaret was able to see things Tom and Mandy couldn't.

"The thing that is strange is that you both had the same dream. I
wouldn't have thought it possible that two people who had really just
met five days ago would be so closely attached that they would have
what is called sympathetic dreams. We really don't have time to
discuss it like we should, though, right now," she said. "we have work
and school to get to. Perhaps this weekend."

"That would be great," Tom said. "I thought maybe I had a real
premonition since I saw Winters, or at least I thought I saw him, at
the very same spot where he grabbed me in my dream this morning on the
way here." He shook his head, not really understanding. He looked at
his watch. It was almost five minutes to eight. "Oh gee, we're going
to be late. Come on, Mandy," he said as he jumped up from the couch
and grabbed her hand. After she slipped her feet into a pair of
loafers, they were on their way.

They rushed across the street followed by Mr. Collins, while Mrs.
Collins took Geena with her to the elementary school on her way to her
office in town.

Tom quickly stripped along with the other late Participants and he and
Mandy went inside to their homeroom just before the last bell.

4.

After home room, Tom went to his locker and got out the texts he would
need for the morning classes. Mandy went to her locker as well, then
they headed to English class.

In English, Miss Bernhard asked Tom if he needed relief, but after the
previous night, sex was the last thing on his mind. He said no. They
finished their discussion of Gothic literature that had started with
FRANKENSTEIN. Then the bell rang.

On the way to Chemistry with Dr. Smith, Tom and Mandy met up with
Principal Evans. "Tom, how are you?"

"Fine, ma'am," he told her.

"Good. I bet you're glad this week is almost over," she said, smiling
at him.

"Yes, ma'am. Unfortunately, it doesn't end at 3:15. I still have that
concert to do," Tom told her.

"Yes, Mr. Crandall told me about you volunteering tonight, even though
it's still your week in the Program. After your shaky start, that's
very brave of you," she said and smiled at him.

Tom shrugged. "He needed help. I could do it so I said yes. Although I
intend to keep my eyes on the music instead of the audience," he
pointed out to her, grinning.

She smiled and let them get to their class just as the second bell
rang. Thinking about that concert caused Tom to refuse relief a second
time. It was beginning to look like his last day would be
anti-climactic, at least in school.

As they were leaving Chemistry, Tom and Mandy met up with Todd who was
racing to his next class to try and avoid people looking at him. They
stopped him and Tom asked, "Todd, how is it going? Any problems?"

Todd looked around nervously when he said, "Not too bad, Allen. At
least they're not making fun of me. Look, I gotta go. See you," and he
was gone.

Tom shrugged. "He's taking it better than I did my first full day. I
hope he can get through it okay."

Mandy grinned. "At least now he knows what the other participants go
through and when his week comes, he'll know what to expect. Come on,
let's get to French."

She took his arm in hers as they headed to French class third period.
This time, due to some enthusiastic stroking by a couple of freshman
girls out in the hall, Tom did request relief. 

"Do you want help?" Mandy asked him.

"I think I'll try to do it myself. Maybe I will, maybe I won't, fail
that is," he told her, grinning as he went to the front.

Going up to the front of the class, he sat down in the chair and
looked at the class. Turning his attention to Mandy, he grasped his
penis in his fingers, nearly hiding it from those watching. Its size
was no longer important to him, the only important thing to him was
that Mandy didn't look at it as something ridiculous.

Concentrating on Mandy's slim beautiful body as she sat in her seat,
he began to stroke himself. He was startled, though, when Mandy stood
up at Miss Simpson's request and cupped her breasts as she spread her
legs. That caused his heart rate to quicken as well as his breathing.
The view of her standing there was all it took. His body jerked in the
chair, his eyes closed and sperm shot out of the tip of his white
cock. As soon as it stopped he relaxed and took the tissues from Miss
Simmons, thanked her and cleaned himself off. 

After a few quick breaths, his face flaming red both from exertion and
no small embarrassment, he grinned and went back to his seat. Leaning
over, he whispered to Mandy, "I am never doing that again."

She giggled and said, "Why not?"

"It's so embarrassing. At least with you up there with me, I could
have concentrated on you instead of the class."

She grinned and patted his shoulder. The class proceeded. As it did,
Tom thought that with each successive period gone, that was one less
he would have to be naked in. The bell rang. Gym time!

5.

"Come on!" Tom said, grabbing Mandy's hand and jumping out of his
chair after grabbing his bag. "Let's go! We don't want to be late!"
and he pulled her out into the hall.

"Tom? What..?"

"Gym class!" he said excitedly. "My last one with the girls. Come
*onnn*," he said, pulling her along the hall. She stopped and laughed.
"Oh you silly," she said and they went to their lockers to get their
gym things.

"You are really a goof sometimes, Tom, you know that?" she said,
laughing as they hurried down the hall. He just grinned at her. 

"I can't help it. It's not every day that I get to be in a room with
twenty six naked girls, now is it? Remember when you had your week,
Mandy? You had to go into the room with all those naked boys pointing
at you, and not with their fingers either, I'll bet," Tom said to her,
grinning.

She grinned as they entered the Gym. "Yes, I remember. They were more
scared than I was that first time. Boy, was that fun. Okay, I
understand. You're eager to see the girls again. I suppose that's
understandable. Come on," she said and she grabbed him this time. "At
least from now on, I'll have you all to myself," she said as she
pulled him through the door and into that room filled with girls
undressing for class.

"Girls, Tom is anxious to be with us today. It's his last day in
no-man's land so let's show him a good time," Mandy exclaimed.

They all crowded around and would have given him a very good time if
Miss White hadn't come in to see what the commotion was. Tom hurried
over to her and pretended to cower behind her. "Oh please, Miss White,
protect me. They want to kiss me," he said, all the while making faces
at the girls and making them laugh. 

"Okay, girls, that's enough. This poor boy has had a rough week and
you should give him a break. At least wait till after class in the
showers. Now hurry up, class starts in two minutes," and she smiled at
Tom, patted his shoulder and walked out.

By the time they finished undressing and getting into their gym suits,
they girls were settled down. Tom and Mandy were already outside
sitting on the bleachers, laughing.

The coaches decided to have a volleyball game that period, the boys
against the girls. Both sides were pretty evenly matched - each had
one nudist playing. The two sides lined up against each other, with
the large net set up between. After the work-out the day before, a
game of volleyball was welcome. The two coaches were the referees.

By the end of the class period the teams were even in points until
Fred Herbert made the winning point by spiking the ball over the net
where the girls couldn't get it, causing a big cheer on the boys'
side.

As the girls rushed into the shower, Tom lagged behind to wait for
Mandy who also seemed to be lagging. When she got up to him, he
grinned and said, "Sorry about that, Fred's a good spiker. Given a
chance, he'll get it over the net every time."

"That's okay, we'll get him next time. Come on," and she led him into
the locker room. He managed to get his sneakers and socks off before
she dragged him into the shower with her. They spent some time washing
each other, although Tom was still thinking about that dream he had
had.

Stepping out of the shower, he took one last look at the room-full of
naked girls, engraving it on his memory before Mandy jerked him into
the locker room. He heard some of the girls laugh, those who had seen
him looking at them and also had seen Mandy's reaction.

"I'm glad I was here today, Tom," she said as she was drying herself.

He looked at her with a big innocent smile on his face. "Why?" he
asked.

She smirked. "Because if I wasn't, you'd be dead now, drowned under
all the feminine flesh in there, that's why," she told him, smacking
him with her rolled-up towel.

He grinned and stated smartly, "Yes, darling, but what a way to go,"
and returned her slap with one of his own. 

Some of the other girls just happened to step out into the locker room
in time to see and hear them and one of them joked, "Oh look, girls,
Tom and Mandy are fighting. Maybe there still a chance for us after
all," and grinned at Mandy. She made a face at them, leaned over and
kissed Tom. Then she grinned at the watchers. "Not a chance, girls,"
she said and sat down. 

Tom sat next to her as she started to put her socks on. He leaned over
and whispered in her ear, just loud enough for the others to hear, but
not loud enough for it to carry outside, "I love you, Miranda
Collins," and he kissed her, all to the sound of "Awwww" from the
girls.

Both of them looked up and gave the girls an innocent smile before Tom
said, "Better get dressed, girls. Fish and chips today. Yummm."

Tom and Mandy were out of there before the towels started flying.

As they went through the outer door into the gym, Mr. Collins and Miss
White came over from their office. 

"Well Tom, almost all done, eh?" Mr. Collins said, grinning.

"Yes sir. I'm going to miss the benefits of this Program." He looked
at Mandy and said, "Would you mind very much if I took one more peek
inside?"

Her response was to take his arm and start for the hall door as she
said, "Bye, daddy, Miss White. I need to get this pervert to lunch."

"Ow! Not so hard, dear, I was just kidding," Tom complained as they
left the big room to amused grins from the teachers.

They went to their lockers and got rid of their bags then headed for
lunch. In the cafeteria there was the usual crowd and they got in line
for fish and chips with Coke. Oh yes and they didn't forget the tartar
sauce and cole slaw either. 

As they sat at a side table Mandy looked at Tom and said, "I hope
you're not angry for me pulling you out of there, Tom."

He smiled. "No, I was only kidding. I've got enough pictures in my
head from this week to last me the rest of my life. Besides, all I
need is you."

"Thank you. I knew you were just kidding. I wish there was some place
we could go right now, I'm feeling a little jittery," she said as she
rubbed her pussy under the table and smiled back at him.

He reached over and patted her hand. "Wait till next class, honey. Oh
wait, darn, you're not in the Program so I can't give you relief. Oh
well," he said, shrugging his shoulders resignedly, "I guess you'll
just have to wait till after school," and he went back to eating,
although he peeked at her from time to time. Finally though he
relented.

"Okay, honey," he told her, "we have art next period. I just know that
Mr. Harrison will have both of us up there posing. Maybe I can arrange
something for you, something sneaky and unobtrusive. Okay?"

She grinned and nodded. "Okay, and maybe I can do the same."

They finished lunch and dumped the leftovers. Going back to their
lockers, they got out their afternoon work materials and headed for
Art class, holding hands as they walked.

6.

Mr. Harrison smiled at the naked duo when they walked into class. Tom
grinned and told Mandy, "We didn't get much drawing time this week,
did we?" as they went to their seats. 

She grinned and said, "Well you didn't, anyway. I got in two days'
worth of drawing you, stud," and she started to sit as they heard
laughter near them. Tom blushed because he knew he was nowhere near a
stud.

After the second bell rang Mr. Harrison asked Tom if he needed relief
and he said no. Mandy looked at him and he smiled and whispered,
"Wait."

Instead of the usual chair that day, Mr. Harrison had a small padded
couch sitting off to the side of the front of the room. "Tom, could
you help me, please?" he asked the naked boy in class. 

Tom rose and approached the front. "Yes, sir?" he asked.

"Please help me move this to the center of the room if you would." In
a matter of moments the couch (which was like a small bed with a
slightly inclined rise on the left end and didn't have the back one
usually finds on a couch) was sitting in the center of the room a few
feet from his desk which sat at the side near the windows. He had Tom
sit down and then asked Mandy to come up front. She did.

"Okay, Tom, please lie down facing the windows," Mr. Harrison told
him. 

He did as instructed, lying there with his hands folded on his chest,
looking at Mandy. The view he had brought the usual reaction and his
cock was standing up. "Oh oh," he said. "I guess it's too late to ask
for relief, huh, Mr. Harrison?"

"Yes, Tom, I'm afraid so," the teacher replied, nodding at him.
"Perhaps there will be a chance later." He turned to Mandy. Grinning,
he told her, "Miss Collins, could you please straddle our young nudist
here so that you are facing him. Please remember, you are still in
school, so act accordingly," he told her, which caused some laughs to
rise up from the on-lookers in the class.

Mandy went to the couch and looked down at Tom. He winked at her and
grinned as she threw her leg over his legs and sat down, resting her
hands against his stomach and her ass on his thighs. The way she was
sitting, his cock was rubbing against her pussy and clit, sending
chills up her spine, causing her to moan and her eyes to close
slightly. She wanted that in her so badly.

"Miss Collins, Mandy, are you all right?" Mr. Harrison asked her.

She looked up at him as he stood a couple feet away. She smiled and
said, "Oh yes sir, I'm fine," and adjusted her hips slightly to adjust
Tom's cock more firmly against her slit while not exactly putting it
inside her. 

Mr. Harrison cleared his throat and said, "Yes, well, then if we're
ready..." He turned to the class and said, "Okay, class, time to start
drawing. Do the best you can. Next week it is probably back to
still-life drawing. Proceed."

He turned back to observe his models and saw that Tom had his hands on
Mandy's hips with his thumbs moving slightly near her pussy. She was
moving slightly as well with her pussy moving up and down, rubbing
Tom's cock against her clit, making both of them red in the face.

"Eh hem, please don't move. I realize how difficult this position is
to young people like yourselves but I need you to stay still so the
class can draw you," he told them.

"Yes, sir," they both said as they regrettably settled down to one
position. They maintained it for fifteen minutes, staying relatively
still during that time, although the class and Mr. Harrison did hear a
few sighs and 'ohh's' coming from them which brought a few giggles
from the class.

At the end of the time Mr. Harrison said, "Okay, I think you both need
a break, so while the class finishes up with this position, you may
relax," and he turned his back. Mandy raised her hips and his hard
cock slipped inside her pussy and she began moving up and down a few
times until they both groaned satisfactorily as their orgasms overcame
them and they collapsed on the couch with Mandy lying on Tom, her feet
resting on the floor on either side.

Mr. Harrison looked at them and grinned. He understood the hormonal
changes that went through teenagers and their sexual urges so he
didn't comment on the expressly forbidden act of intercourse that had
just taken place. Instead, he handed Mandy some tissues and let them
clean themselves up before going on to the next position. He thought
that maybe the position they were in, with minor changes, might be
acceptable.

"Okay, class, for the next position I would like our models to stay
right as they are, except for one or two changes. Mandy," he said to
her.

She turned her head and looked at him. He grinned. "Please put your
hands on Tom's shoulders. Good. Now place your legs on the couch
between Tom's. Good. Now Tom, please place your arms around Mandy's
waist. I'm sure that won't be too much trouble, will it," he said,
bringing more laughter from the class. "Good. This way, I'll be able
to see where your hands are," he said, grinning as the class laughed.
"Okay, class, go to it. Fifteen minutes. Proceed."

He sat as his desk as Mandy laid her head on Tom's chest and gently
squeezed his shoulders before she was still. He could clearly see
Tom's genitals resting between Mandy's buttocks from where he sat. He
grinned. They would definitely need relief next period despite what
had just happened, he thought.

After the fifteen minutes was up Mr. Harrison called time and he stood
up. "Okay class, let's all thank our young volunteers, shall we?" he
told the class. Applause arose from them all as Mandy sat up and got
off of Tom, who then also rose. Almost simultaneously they both bowed.

"Thank you, everyone," Tom said. "I want signed copies from each of
you," he said, grinning.

"Oh yes, please, me too," Mandy said and grinned. The rest of the
period was spent examining some of the drawings, some of which were
good, and some of which were not so good, but then the year was still
young. 

Tom helped Mr. Harrison move the couch back to the side then he and
Mandy went to sit in their seats and grabbed their bags which hadn't
even been opened that period, and waited for the bell. Two more
periods for him, not counting the concert that evening, and his
requisite week in the Program would be over.

The bell rang and they hurried out into the hall, headed for History
with Mr. Callahan. On the way, they were stopped by some girls who
wanted one last feel of Tom. He stood there, holding hands with Mandy,
while they felt him up. They didn't leave anything untouched - his
cock, balls, ass were touched, as well as the non-sexual parts -
chest, thighs and back, before they hurried off, leaving Tom breathing
heavily and red-faced.

"Hmm, someone needs relief, methinks," Mandy said, grinning at him. 

He looked at her and said, "Oh yeah. Now," he said, breathless. His
cock was as hard as she'd ever seen it and she grinned. 

"Come on, Romeo, let's get to class," and they hurried off, making the
second bell on the dot. Mr. Callahan looked at Tom as they ran into
the room and grinned. "Getting a lot of attention, Tom?" he asked him.

"Huh huh, last day and all. I hope I survive the next couple of
hours," he said as he sat down.

"Well then, I suppose that this is a silly question," Mr. Callahan
said, "but do you need relief?"

"Very," Tom replied and stood up. Mandy looked at him and he nodded.
One time alone up there was enough for him. She stood and followed him
to the front of the class.

"Okay, five minutes, Tom," Mr. Callahan instructed him. 

"Thanks. I won't need that much," Tom replied to laughter. He sat down
in the chair and tried to relax. He smiled at Mandy as she settled
down on the floor next to him and grasped his thoroughly erect penis.
He gasped and shoo then sighed as she started to stroke it. "Oh nice,
faster," he told her and her strokes became faster until his cum
erupted from the head of his cock all over them. He groaned and
settled back in the chair. "Thanks, honey," he said, smiling.

After a few seconds she helped him up. Mr. Callahan said, "That was
fast."

"Well, after the position Mr. Harrison put us in, and then even with
the relief I got in his class, those girls out in the hall got me so
hot I needed to cum again," Tom told him. They went back to their
seats and the class went on with a test of what they had learned that
week.

On the next bell Tom looked up and said to no one in particular, "One
more period to go!"

Mr. Callahan grinned at that. He knew how stressful the program could
be, especially to those who had an identity issue beforehand. There
were also some titters and giggles from the rest of the class and they
were out of there.

They left the room and headed to Algebra. There wasn't much chance for
special requests this time since all they had to do was walk across
the hall. It was  quarter after two - only one hour to go.

7.

As they walked into Mrs. Roberts Algebra class they were greeted by
her. "Well Tom, last day. Excited?" she asked him, smiling.

"Yes, very," he replied.

Mandy giggled. "He's been counting off the periods since this
morning," she said before they headed to their seats.

After the second bell they were told to clear their desks and the
tests were passed out. They had forty-five minutes to complete them.
The rest of the period was quiet.

Tom and the rest of the class settled down and began the test. He
managed to get most of it easily, but there were a few problems that
gave him trouble. At least it took his mind off the concert and the
fact he'd be doing it starkers.

The period passed quietly and one by one each student completed their
test and turned it in, then they returned to their seat to await the
end of the period. Tom and Mandy both finished within seconds of each
other and headed up to the front to hand in their tests.

After everyone was done, Mrs. Roberts called the class to order,
saying, "That was fast. I hope you didn't rush unnecessarily. These
tests show me who is getting this and who isn't. I'll return the
graded tests on Monday." She looked up at the clock. It was nearly
three oh five and the bell would be ringing soon. "Open your books and
go over the next chapter for the few seconds we have left, class," and
she sat down to start looking over the tests.

The final period of the day was just coming to an end when the PA
system sprang into life, startling the class.

"Will Thomas Allen come to the office please?" rang out from the
speaker on the wall.

"Again?!" said Tom, looking across at Mandy.

She shrugged her shoulders, making her pretty breasts bounce slightly,
and making Tom grin.

He quickly got up and was about to leave when Mrs. Roberts said to
him, "Tom, you'd better take your bag with you. There are only five
minutes left of the period, and you won't be coming back."

Tom nodded happily and picked up his bag. He quickly made his way to
the office.
As he entered the room that he had seen more of that week than in his
entire school-life he heard, "Ah, Mr. Allen." Tom looked around and
saw Mr. Crandall stepping out from the desk in the outer office. "It
was I who called you."

"Yes, Mr. Crandall?"

The man looked a little uncomfortable as he handed Tom the promised
ticket for that night's performance which Tom slipped into his bag.
"We've got a bit of a problem.  The boy you were to replace had been
practicing a virtuoso piece and was going to play it for the concert.
It was going to be the closing piece. We have nothing else to replace
it with, and the band has been practicing the accompaniment for almost
a month. Do you think you could play it?" The man's voice was almost
pleading.

"What is the piece?" Tom asked with a slight sense of foreboding.

"'Clarinet On The Town!' Rather tricky!" Crandall replied, holding out
a manuscript.

Tom clenched his lips. Well, if anything would take his mind off being
stark naked in front of a huge audience, this would! He took the music
and scanned it quickly.  It was indeed tricky. But not all that hard.
His eye lighted on the cadenza.   Whew, it was a doozy!

"Well," he said, looking up at Mr. Crandall, "I suppose I had better
get going and practice it!"

Mr. Crandall's face lit up in thankfulness. "You are an absolute gem,
Mr. Allen!   Thanks a whole heap! OK, off you go and be sure to be at
the auditorium by five thirty."

Tom came out of the foyer, still with his eyes running over the music,
and almost cannoned into another naked form. He looked up.

"Ooops, sorry Mandy!" The two laughed. She quickly stepped over to the
desk to turn in the necklace and said good night to Mrs. Richards and
the others.

"What was all that about?" the pretty girl asked as she fell in
alongside him and they headed up the hallway, "and what's that?" she
added, pointing to the music score in his hand. As they talked, they
headed for their lockers to get ready for the week-end.

"A piece that Mr. Crandall wants me to play for the concert tonight!
It's a bit tricky! I have to go home right now and practice it!" Tom
told her as he placed the sheet music in his packed bag.

"Hey, that's a bit of a tall order; to say nothing of short notice!"
she said.

Tom grinned. In the short time he had picked up his clarinet again, he
had realized that he had not lost the knack of playing. It was, he
thought wryly, like riding a bike. Once learned you never forget it.  

"No trouble," he said. "I just need to run through it a few times to
get it into my head. It'll be all right. Don't you worry!" and he
smiled at her as they headed for the front entrance.

Mandy looked down at his penis. "I hope you can put some of that
enthusiasm into that for me tonight at your place!" she said wryly,
and reached over to give his cock a gentle squeeze.

"Now, now," said Tom very severely, "You just watch that, young lady,
or I'll not be responsible for my actions!"

She giggled as his cock came up to full erection without any more
stimulation. "I see he still remembers me!"

Tom assumed a Southern accent, "Y'all durned tooting he does! But his
enthusiasm will have to wait until after the concert! Can a certain
other part wait that long?"  And he reached down and slipped a finger
in between her legs. Her pussy was damp, and it was obvious she was
horny!

"I...uh...think it can!" she said and swallowed hard.

"Now you know what you do to me!" he said, grinning at her before
looking around to see if anyone was looking and kissing her on the
cheek.

She laughed, then she looked at Tom with bright eyes. "I love you!"

"I love you, too! But I just have to go home and practice this piece!"
he told her, tickling her chin.

She giggled and nodded, and the two teens quickly made their way out
the front door. Tom dressed and they headed across the road. Mandy
drew a deep breath. Her pussy was deliciously damp, but it would
indeed have to wait. But, she thought, it would be worth it!

As they arrived at Mandy's front door, she opened the door and turned
to give Tom a deep kiss that brought his cock up to full erection
again, only this time inside his pants, then she turned and skipped
inside before he could return the kiss and closed the door.

Tom had watched her cute little bum wobble happily as she rushed
through the door. He also thought he would definitely be ready for it
later on that night! He was home in less than ten minutes since he
rushed. He still had to start dinner.


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Kathryn came in the back door at about four forty-five to see food
cooking on the stove and to hear the sound of a clarinet being played
with huge aplomb down the hall!  Tom had never played so well!  She
checked the dinner to see that it was almost ready then she turned
down the hall and stopped before her son's open door just as he
brought a twenty-bar flourish to an end, with a run from one end of
the instrument to the other!

"Wow!  That sounded terrific!"

Tom looked up and saw his mother watching him. He smiled as he said,
"Thanks, Mom!  I must admit this is the best I have ever played,
considering the difficulty of this piece!"

"You're telling me! What's it called?"

"'Clarinet on the Town'. It was given to me when the other guy
couldn't attend, and Mr. Crandall asked me if I could play it," Tom
told Kathryn.

Kathryn suddenly felt very proud of her young son. He could not only
take a new piece and play it right off the cuff, but, she thought,
looking back on his days in the Program, he had become very much more
stable and sure of himself. She walked over to him and put her arms
around him. "Tom, well done. I am very proud of you!"

"Thanks, Mom!" He looked up at her and quickly blew her a kiss.

They both laughed. Then his face became solemn. "I'm sorry, Mom," he
said quietly, "I really must get back to this. It has to be bang-on,
and I have only got an few minutes before I have to leave."  He turned
back to the music, and Kathryn left with the beautiful sound of a
clarinet in her ears and headed for her room to change.

The dinner was rushed as Tom had to hurry and get back to school. He
handed Kathryn's ticket to her over the table. It was five fifteen
when he left the house and he reached the front door of the school ten
minutes later but it was locked. Going around to the side where the
auditorium entrance was located he saw lights shining and he went in
one of the doors marked 'Musicians entrance'.

Mr. Crandall saw him and smiled. "Ah, Mr. Allen, I am very pleased to
meet you. Did you practice the piece?"

"Yes, sir, I did. I will still need the sheet music though," he said
and handed it to the man. "Will that be a problem?" he asked, looking
around for a place to undress. 

"Not at all, my boy. But I think that you need to change, don't you?"

"Um yes, sir," he replied and Mr. Crandall showed him to his office.
He was left alone with his clarinet case and he was undressed in just
a few minutes. He left the office dressed in just a pair of shiny
black shoes with black socks, carrying his clarinet and found the
other members of the band assembling backstage. 

"Ah, there he is," he heard Mr. Crandall say. Tom blushed at the
stares from the other players but he was trying to keep as much of his
dignity as he could so he stood up straight and waited until Mr.
Crandal had introduced him to the others.

Finally the time came. It was five of six and the hall was getting
crowded. Tom stuck his head around the curtain and peeked at the
crowd. He gulped as he felt himself begin to shake. When a hand fell
on his shoulder he jumped six inches and jerked around. It was Mr.
Crandall.

"Oh, Mr. Allen, there's no need to be so nervous, everything will be
fine, I assure you," he said, smiling.

"Uh, yes, sir, if you say so," Tom muttered.

Mr. Crandall called everyone to order. "Alright everyone, it's time.
Betty, please show Tom where to sit," he said to a girl holding
another clarinet. She nodded without taking her eyes off of Tom, which
made him even more nervous.

Then they all filed out onto the stage behind the closed curtains and
took their seats in chairs set upon raised stages behind music stands
holding the evening's selections. Tom found he was sitting between two
girls and he was nervous, more nervous than he had been on Monday when
he stepped from the office.

Mr. Crandall stepped out onto the stage by his podium that was set in
the middle of the stage behind the curtains. At 6:00 the curtains
opened and the people applauded. He bowed and said, "Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen, welcome to George Winley High's first concert of
the season. Tonight, we have planned a selection of varied tunes that
we hope you will enjoy. Have a pleasant evening." Then he turned his
back to them and raised his arms to alert the band.

Tom had looked over the selections on the stand just to calm his
nervousness and recognized most of them. If he didn't look out there,
he told himself, he could do this. He swallowed and opened the first
book, a collection of old show tunes. On top of that, however, was the
National Anthem.

Mr. Crandall raised his baton again and the orchestra started to play.
After the National Anthem, the first tune he played, 'Ole Man River',
he knew by heart. He concentrated on that and relaxed. He enjoyed
playing, even if he was naked and sitting between two girls who seemed
to be just as nervous as he was.  

For the next twenty minutes, several show tunes were played in
succession, including 'Oklahoma', 'Porgy and Bess', 'Fiddler on the
Roof', until a break was called. Booklets were exchanged for new ones,
this time rock songs.

Songs from the fifties and sixties predominated during the next twenty
minute section. 'At the Hop', 'Wake up Little Suzie', 'Alley-Oop' and
others were played, along with a couple newer ones. That was followed
by another five minute break to exchange booklets for the classical
portion.

The way things were going, Tom actually believed he would get through
the concert. he was starting to feel pretty good as long as he didn't
look at the audience. 

During the classical part, 'Also Sprach Zarathustra' began the
session, and that was recognized from the movie '2001: A Space
Odyssey'. Symphony No. 9 by Beethoven was also played and some by
Mozart and Strauss.

Then it was time. Mr. Crandall turned and faced the audience. A music
stand was brought out and placed slightly stage-left of his position
and he started to speak.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome to the front of
the stage, a young man who has not been with us very long, in fact
this is very first appearance, and he has indeed agreed to step into
Murray O'Rourke's shoes when Murray came down with measles. You will
note of course that he is part of the famous Program, but I sincerely
trust that will not detract from your enjoyment of the music.  The
piece he has agreed to play is a virtuoso piece, `Clarinet on the
Town', so please will you give a big welcome to our newest clarinet
player, Thomas Allen!"

Mr. Crandall's introduction, which would have done credit to Wolfman
Jack, finished as he flung his arm out to indicate Tom.

The boy had been desperately getting his thoughts together, and
suddenly felt like he wanted to flee! He had never felt so naked! But
he knew he had to go along with it, and stepped out from the lines of
musicians to take his place beside Mr. Crandall, clarinet at the
ready, and cock, happily, flopping gently between his legs as much as
it was able.

There was a round of applause which quickly died, and Tom looked down
at the audience. He could see the bright pink jacket that Mandy wore,
and alongside her he could make out a green top.  That was his Mom.
Also there were Mr. and Mrs Collins and their younger daughter Geena.

Oh boy.

Then he had no more time for thought as Crandall brought his baton
down for the big opening chord.   

And that was all there was, because Tom's solo clarinet had to take
that chord and run right down from the top to the bottom as the start
of the piece.

Tom was terrified that he was going to make a mistake.  

But suddenly his fingers felt their way through the notes, and as he
reached the bottom of the chromatic scale, he realized he could do it.

The black instrument he had known so long, since he was six, now
became a lover in his hands as his fingers caressed it.   

The music flowed effortlessly, and the band behind him backed him up
perfectly.

And Tom suddenly found he was enjoying himself!  

Wow!

The piece flowed happily into the mid-section, where the clarinet
`sits down' so to speak and plays a gently bluesy tune, backed by the
muted trumpets. Tom looked behind him as the trumpets, their mutes in
place, took up the theme he had been playing, and embellished it, then
threw it to the tenor saxophones.

"Nice!" he thought to himself. The tenors almost seemed to caress the
music for a short while, then the brass took it back, flailed it high
in the air, and the soprano trumpet went higher than he ever thought a
trumpet actually could go, then everything paused.

Mr. Crandall looked over at Tom, a huge smile on his face and brought
the baton down again as the huge chord echoed around the auditorium,
leading into a repeat of the main theme.

Tom's eyes were bright with joy as his clarinet sang out the
downward-plunging scale again, and the band joined him to play.

The coda went faster and faster, and then the band suddenly left him.

Tom launched himself into the cadenza, and gave it everything he had.
The clarinet sang as it had never sung before, through the three huge
arpeggios, and then he soared high, then plunged downward, as the band
joined him once again in a series of huge chords to bring the piece to
an end.

There was a totally stunned silence as the last note faded.

Then Mandy's voice came, "YEAH!!"

And the applause broke out and roared so loud that the top of the
auditorium almost burst upward!

It wasn't until Tom turned to shake Mr Crandall's hand that he
realized that his cock was standing up hard and stiff!  Ye gods, had
he been playing like that all through the piece?   

He looked down at Mandy and her family as well as his mother and their
grins of sheer joy showed him that he had nothing more to fear.

He was a hero!

8.

On the way out after dressing, Tom was met by his mother and the
Collins family. He was feeling pretty good about himself and they
could tell. His mother wrapped her arms around Tom and kissed him on
the cheek, causing him to blush when others caught it as they passed
by.

"Honey, I am so proud of you. You did great, and such a tough piece,
too. How do you feel?" she asked him.

He grinned. "Pretty good, actually," he told her. "I was scared at
first, but then, when the music started, I just seemed to concentrate
on that to the exclusion of everything else, including the audience. I
wasn't even all that aware of being naked. Thank God I won't have to
that again, though."

Mandy came over and took his arm. John said, "Why don't we go to our
place and have a bite to eat? It's still early, not even eight yet."

Margaret stepped in and pointed out, "I've got to get Geena to bed
then I'll join you."

"Aww momma do I have to? It's not a school night," Geena begged her.

"She's right, mom," Mandy said, "there's really no reason for her to
go to bed so early. Besides, there's an idea I wanted to discuss with
you regarding my nosy little sister." She smiled at Geena when she
said that.

"Okay, Mandy. Come on, all," said Margaret and they all headed across
the street to the big white columned house for a bite to eat. Mandy
and Kathryn each took one of Tom's arms and they led him there. He
didn't hesitate because the sooner they were done there, the sooner he
and Mandy could really inaugurate his new bed.

When everyone was settled around the dining room table with the adults
drinking alcoholic beverages in celebration of Tom's great
performance, and the kids drinking soft beverages for the same reason,
Mandy said, "Mom, do you remember what happened when I was 10?"

Margaret thought a moment then she grinned. "You mean the vibrator
incident?"

Mandy nodded. "You made light of it, but I really thought I was going
to die. I don't want Geena to go through that. And she's worse than I
ever was. If Tom agrees, I propose he take her virginity when she
reaches her tenth birthday. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Mandy. That's kind of young," said Margaret.

"No younger than I was, and she'll be supervised. She'll know what to
expect."

While they talked it over, John, Kathryn and Tom sat there and
listened. Tom finally had had enough when Margaret agreed to the idea.

"Hey, wait!" he cried as he stood up. "Don't I have a say in the
matter?"

Mandy looked at him and said, "No! Now sit, boy," and he sat, looking
at her as if she was someone else he didn't recognize.

John stood up and said, "Mandy, your mother is right, ten is a little
young. I don't want her to be hurt."

"Daddy, she'll be hurt the first time anyway. This way, she won't be
alone when it happens and she'll know that what is happening is
supposed to happen and that the next time, it won't hurt her. Besides,
with the way things are going, by the time she's in middle school,
they'll probably have the Program there and some boy might
accidentally break her cherry. This way, she'll have the support of
her family when it happens, and not a bunch of horny 11 and 12 year
old boys milling around her. I'm just trying to look out for her,
that's all," Mandy said, finally winding down.

Margaret came and gave her a hug, saying, "We know that, dear, and
perhaps it would be better. I just think we should leave it to the one
person who is most involved."

"Who?" Mandy asked.

Margaret smiled. "Why Geena, of course." She turned to Geena and asked
her as she took a sip of her drink, "Geena honey, do you like Tom?"

She quickly nodded her head yes.

"Would you like him to show you how to have intercourse?"

"What's intercourse, mommy?"

"That's what your daddy and I do and what Mandy and Tom do in bed
together," Margaret tried to explain to her.

"You mean when he puts his thing in her? Doesn't that hurt?" Geena
asked. Tom's face grew red when she said that, She'd been peeking
apparently.

"It only hurts the first time," Mandy picked up the explanation.
"After the first time, it doesn't hurt anymore as long as the boy is
gentle. So, do you want him to be your first on your tenth birthday?"

"That's a long time away. Can we do it now?" Geena asked excitedly.

Mandy laughed. Tom frowned. Margaret took her seat looking thoughtful.
Kathryn just sat there listening, concerned about her son's
involvement in such a risky, possibly illegal move.

"Let's leave this for now, shall we?" John spoke up. "There's over a
year before her tenth birthday, and plenty of time to decide what we
should do. This time is to celebrate Tom's successful completion of
his week in the Program and his concert performance this evening.
Cheers, Tom," he said, raising his glass high. The others did the
same. Tom stood up and took a bow, grinning. He was a little
embarrassed at all the attention he was getting.

"Thank you, Mr. Collins. I appreciate the gesture. I think, though,
that your elder daughter and I have to have a long conversation about
relationships. But that's for later. Cheers everyone. Mom and I should
be getting home, I think. Mandy, are you coming?" he asked, looking at
her hopefully.

Mandy grinned at him and stood up. "Try and keep me away, mister."

He grinned as he, Margaret and Mandy said good night. They had to wait
while Mandy picked up a few things from her room, but then they were
on their way home, shortly before ten o'clock. Tom was anxious for
them to try out his new bed. So was Mandy.

After saying good bye, Kathryn, Mandy and Tom went across the street
and to the parking lot and got into their car, the last one there.
They were home in less than ten minutes. It was dark and Kathryn drove
slowly.

When they got into the house, Kathryn said, "You two go ahead. I'll
just close up the house and go to bed. I'll see you both in the
morning."

"Okay, mom, good night," Tom said and he kissed her. It had been a
long day for all of them and they were all tired. She patted his rear
and shooed them both down the hall to his room.

As soon as the couple were in the room, they began to strip. Tom was
no longer self-conscious about being naked in front of a girl and so
he was nude in no time. Mandy took her time, watching from his bed
where she was sitting as he set his clarinet case down on his desk and
began to undress. She loved watching him do that, just as much as he
loved watching her. The she undressed.

When she was done she stood there beside his bed, rubbing her pussy as
he stared at her. "So, what do you want to do?" she asked him, eyeing
his stiff penis.

"Um, well, I was tired, but suddenly I'm not anymore. What would you
suggest?"

She grinned and looked at his made up bed. He grinned and pulled the
covers down and settled down on the large soft mattress. He patted the
bed beside him and said, "Join me?"

"Oh you bet!" she returned and plopped down there beside him. She
turned on her side and ran her hand over his chest. He moaned as her
breasts pressed against him.

"Oh, Mandy, this is what I wanted, just the two of us together alone.
No class, no adults telling us what to do. Just you and me," he said
as he turned on his side and pulled her into his arms. They kissed as
she threw her right arm around him.

"Oh Tom, please. Let's not wait. Except for that one short time in Art
class," she said, breathless, "I've waited all day and I can't do it
any longer. Please?"

He smiled at her and pushed her on her back. She spread her legs and
he laid between them, rubbing his hard cock against the bed before
moving up and slipping inside her. "OH yeah," he cried as he sank into
her. "You feel so good, honey. I love you!" he cried and began to move
his hips, driving his small cock in and out of her wet pussy as he
writhed on the bed beneath him. On instinct, she wrapped her legs
around his waist and held on as he went to town,her heels pressing
against his ass as he fucked her for the delirious joy of it.

"Yes, Tom, do it, make love to me, fuck me, use me," she cried as her
hands held him to her. "It feels so good. I'm going to cum soon. Cum
with me, Tom," she cried as she lifted them from the bed slightly and
came, just as his his warm cum started to jet into her. It was
wonderful.

Separating, Tom and Mandy lay there breathing hard and sweating,
unaware of the witness to their love-making. Kathryn had stopped in to
check on them and had seen the whole thing. She smiled and closed the
door then proceeded to her room, satisfied that her son was happy and
no longer worried about his physical state.

When they had recovered, Tom turned to her and put his hand on her
left breast and started to play with the nipple. Mandy giggled and
said, "I thought you said you were tired."

He looked her in the eye and smiled. "Not any longer. Do you want to
do it again?"

"Already?" she asked him, smiling.

"Sure, why not? We don't have school tomorrow. I'm sure mom will wake
us so we don't miss the picnic. Hmm?" He twisted her nipple then
leaned over and kissed both of them, making her moan.

She giggled and spread her legs again, allowing some of his cum to
leak out. Tom crawled between her legs again and, supported by his
arms, sank his newly-erect penis back where it belonged. 

"Oh Tom, yes, that's what I need," she cried as she threw her arms
around him again. This time, she managed to toss him over so that she
landed on top of him. "Hah!" she cried, grinning at him as she
squeezed his cock with her pussy while sitting on him. "Now I'm in
charge," she said and started to move up and down while rubbing her
hands over his chest.

"Oh yes, Mandy, ride me. Take your time, though, we're not going
anywhere," Tom said as he rubbed her breasts. She rode him for at
least fifteen minutes until neither of them could stand it anymore and
Tom shot his cum into her convulsing vagina. Mandy settled down on
him, breathing hard from the exertion and then she rolled off of him
to lay beside him. 

"Daddy should include this in his curriculum," Mandy joked. "It's a
lot of work and it's fun."

Tom grinned. "That's for sure. Feel like sleeping now?"

"Not quite," she said and turned over to look at him. "Why don't you
think you should take Geena's cherry, Tom?"

He looked at her and became somber all of a sudden. "I just don't
think it should be me. She should decide how she loses that. She has
only one, after all. If I did it, she might regret it later when she
meets a boy she really likes. That's all," he told her and closed his
eyes, putting his left arm over his forehead.

"I knew there was a reason I loved you, Tom. You are the kindest boy
I've ever met. You think of others before yourself. I know you are
attracted to Geena sexually. You try to hide it but it's easy to
notice."

He removed his arm and looked at her. "Well, being naked it's hard to
hide that kind of response," he told her. "Besides, Mandy, I'm not
particularly proud of that urge I have. Geena's a great girl, she's
cute, and, from what I've seen, smart. She shouldn't have to deal with
someone who likes little girls for sex. Now can we please go to
sleep?"

"Okay, Tom. But I still think of you as a gentleman," she told him.
She patted him and rolled back over, only to jump up again. "Ewww,
it's all wet! Tom, the sheet's all wet!" she cried.

Tom laughed as he sat up in bed. "That's what we get for forgetting a
towel. I heard somewhere that we should use one. I'll get a clean
sheet and change it."

"Thanks, Tom," Mandy said as she sat on the lower part of the bed to
avoid the wet spot. "Get a towel, too. We can put it under the sheet."

"Good idea, Ollie," Tom kidded her, sounding like Stan Laurel as he
departed the room. He was back in a few minutes holding a towel under
his arm and a large folded sheet in his hand.

He grinned at her as they pulled off the covers. Working together,
they managed to pull off the wet sheet and lay down the towel over the
damp spot on the mattress. Then they pulled on the new sheet and the
covers and settled in for the night. Before they went to sleep
however, they turned to each other and kissed.

"Good night, Tom." 

"Same to you, kiddo," Tom replied and they laid down and cuddled
together. Sleep came quickly then.



 
 

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