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Pamela, eagerly NIS

Chapter 2.  Monday Morning


The clock went off, I got up and went to the pool.  Nothing unusual 
there, even with me naked as I've been since Spring.  I still bopped and 
bounced down the street and waved to the usual people who saw me.  One 
unusual thing was my bookbag - a backpack now stuffed with a few 
necessities.  It holds my good court shoes for volleyball tryouts, a 
bunch of little soft towels, a zip-lock bag for used towels and those 
clothes I have to wear.  It'll fill with books later.  The undercurrent 
of anxiety was unusual, too.  It's a big day - I start highschool, I hope 
I start the Program and Mr. Lenke, the swimming coach, told everyone on 
the team about the other thing.

He blew his whistle, beckoned all of us out of the pool and announced, 
"Come back here after the `celebration' but now birthday girl - raise 
your hand."

This team has a little tradition - on your birthday you get thrown in by 
all the teammates of the opposite sex.  I raised my hand sheepishly.  By 
the time it got to my nose, the boys had their hands all over me.  Those 
boys have been swimming with the naked me for three months.  They've seen 
plenty of me and I see them in their Speedos every day.  None of them 
ever touched me before, but they really touched this time.  Hands first 
went to my shoulders, butt and legs.  When they got me overhead, they 
were holding me up by hands to the shoulders, boobs, legs, abs and one 
right on my mound.

I squealed and shrieked, but not out of fear or because anything hurt.  
It was for entertainment - theirs and mine.  No dunking is any fun if the 
dunkee is cooperating.  I also spread my legs.  They got a better look 
and more of them could reach some part of me.  Each hand holding up a leg 
was matched by another hand on my inner thigh.  Those felt as good as the 
one on my mound.  I was wiggling a lot, but not to get away.

Now, I'm big and heavy - six feet tall, 175 pounds and all muscle.  They 
couldn't throw me far.  The mass of boys holding me up moved around to 
get me broadside to the pool and right to the edge.  Two of the younger 
guys - about eleven - were caught between that mass and the pool.  
Everyone was looking up at me.  The little guys ran out of deck and fell 
in.  The boys rolled me off their hands and dropped me into the water.  
My last squeal was as much protest over them taking their hands away as 
it was about the drop.

Just as the two little guys came up gasping for air, I landed on them.  
They gasped water.  I was still the center of attention when I came up.

"You okay, birthday girl?" the coach always asks after one of those.

The two young boys surfaced then, obviously not okay.  They were 
sputtering, thrashing and coughing up water.  The lap pool there is over 
five feet deep and these two couldn't stand.  They were panicking and 
maybe with good reason.  Over the summer I pulled out two rescues with 
water in their lungs.  These two were just like those.  Lifeguarding 
kicked in.  I grabbed both those boys by their asses and held them up to 
me.  As panic victims will, they grabbed my neck and held on for dear 
life.  There's a stairway at the side of that first lap lane.  I just 
carried them out of the pool, one in each arm.  They didn't get any 
thrill out of it because they were having enough trouble breathing.

Coach Lenke and I laid them head down on the wheelchair ramp beside some 
steps, just like I'd done with those other rescues.  The coach probably 
knows this stuff, but this was the first accident on his swim team.  I've 
been doing this stuff all summer.

"Parks Department policy, coach.  We need paramedics and their parents.  
It's my rescue, so I'll stay with them," I prompted him.

"This is our first day with the team.  We didn't expect that for your 
birthday," said the first boy between coughs while we waited.

"Didn't expect you to be naked, either.  Aren't you that lifeguard?  The 
naked one?  Now we don't even get to see you," complained the other, 
trying to sit up to get a better view.

"Oh.  Here.  Check this out.  You'll see more of me if you don't let this 
scare you away from the team," I answered.

I was sitting on the ramp between them.  I got up on my knees so they 
could see as much as they wanted.  The boys whispered `wow' and said that 
they weren't scared away.  They stared until more people came.

Professionals that they are, the paramedics were there in minutes taking 
care of the boys when the parents arrived.  Bureaucrats that they are, 
the city sent an accident investigator.  I'd dealt with the paramedics 
and that investigator on almost every rescue.  She gave me the benefit of 
the doubt when I took blame for causing the accident by falling on the 
boys.  She wrote it up as carelessness due to youthful exuberance and 
noted the quick lifeguard action.  Coach Lenke still has to write stuff 
for their files.

I heard one of the boys say while he was being wheeled to the ambulance, 
"See, Mom.  The naked lifeguard IS a good one."

The coach had the swimmers staying warm doing easy laps.  When we were 
ready, he called everyone together.  We were to do a mock meet.  There 
would be two heats of sprint events today with finals tomorrow along with 
the distance events.  We were getting a late start, so there would only 
be one final of 400 meter events and Coach Lenke would have to approve 
the entries.  He already had the electronic timer on and set.

"You're not just racing each other," he said.  "We're checking you 
against the winning times at state and regionals.  Even when you're 
ahead, don't let up.  We're also averaging heats and finals.  Don't let 
up.  Finish each race strong.

"First eight for the 100 meter freestyle, on the blocks,"

Eight eager swimmers took to the starting end of the pool.  I got in the 
nearby adult pool and re-did my warmup.  I was ready for the second heat.  
I brag about how strong I am.  Here's a chance to brag about the 
swimming.  I use my long reach, the length of my body and very strong 
shoulders and lats.  I trained hard over the whole summer and it shows.  
I won every heat, even beating older boys.  The heats went through 
freestyle, backstroke, breast stroke and butterfly for 100 meters, then 
200 meters.  There was almost enough chance to rest between heats when 
the first group was in.  I really left it in the pool.  I had nothing 
left after the 200 meter fly.

I felt proud of those heats.  Not only did I win, but I did my absolute 
best.  I remembered my times and looked them up later.  They all would 
have placed in state meets over the last few years.  They wouldn't all be 
gold, but I'd have eight medals.

I didn't feel so puffed up then.  I was worn out, hungry, and had to get 
to school for breakfast.  The plan was to eat in the cafeteria, then 
dress and show up at the office.  I showered at the pool, left my wet 
hair in a pony tail, grabbed my bag and walked the two blocks.

This was a new route for me and a new group of regular commuters going to 
work.  I expected more of the `slut' and `get dressed, bitch' but I got 
way more than usual smiles, waves and encouragement.  Those cheerful 
supportive greetings got smiles, waves and "good morning" from me.  The 
invective just got smiles.  There was more of that going on when I got to 
school.  Almost a hundred students were eating or in line and most of the 
faculty was sitting around sipping coffee.

I heard a lot of "That's her."  "You go, girl."  "Damn, she IS naked."

Everyone was smiling at me or gaping at my nudity.  I don't mind being 
the center of attention, but I'd like to know what it's about.  I got to 
the end of the line.  The boys there went non-verbal and just stared.  
All the ads, pictures and TV portrayal of nudity didn't prepare them to 
see a bare bald pussy up close and personal.

A girl finally came along who could tell me.  Anything even a little bit 
exciting is news in our small city.  The TV stations found out about the 
rescue.  They interviewed those boys' mothers at the hospital.  The 
ladies were very complimentary when they mentioned my name.  The stations 
showed those interviews and footage of me from that time in the summer.  
That's when I got puffed up.

There was a seat at the table with all those boys who had been in front 
of me in line.  I set down the tray, put a towel from my bag on the chair 
and sat with them.  I was all smiles and tried to get them to talk.  They 
managed to get introductions out between the stares and drooling.  These 
guys really need the Program.  I had about as much trouble with the food 
as I did getting those guys to interact.

Gotta explain now about the cafeteria and my normal cuisine.  In the 
summer Mom cooks breakfast, but it was usually later than this.  I don't 
have time to walk home and to school after swimming.  I'm used to great 
food at other meals, too.  Mom brings carry-out boxes from her restaurant 
every night with a meal for my next supper.  Yes, she pays for them, but 
not full menu price.  I get delicious, well prepared food in fancy rich 
sauces.  Now I'm in the school cafeteria.  It turns out to be true that 
ketchup covers any culinary sin.  Of the eggs, potatoes and sausage, only 
the sausage doesn't get ketchup.  It has grease.  I mentally check the 
calorie balance.  This might make up what I burned on those heats, but 
I'll need a big lunch.

Coach Reeves came over as I was leaving the cafeteria.  Her eyes were all 
over me again.  Another naked teacher was with her, introduced as Mrs. 
Miller, a biology teacher and my homeroom teacher.  That's news, but not 
unexpected considering the schedule change.

"I thought you would wear clothes this morning, Pam," said Coach Reeves.

"In here," I answered hoisting the book bag.  "I'll put them on, then go 
to the office."

"I'll mark you present, Pam," said Mrs. Miller.

My eyes lit up and my mouth dropped open.  She didn't expect me to get to 
homeroom after that visit to the office.

"Really?  I'm in the program?" I cried.

"Oops.  Shouldn't have said that," Mrs. Miller said.  "We don't want to 
give anyone a chance to run away."

"Don't worry about her, Teresa.  She's been begging for it," Coach Reeves 
defended me.  "Go on, Pam.  Get dressed."

I struggled into that stupid skirt.  I needed more wiggle room than that 
toilet had.  I went out in front of the sinks and tried to squirm into 
that thing.  I made it.  The super-stretched spandex went all around my 
butt.  It covered from the top of my crack to the top of my legs.  When I 
stood straight, it covered my pussy.  I slipped on the huge top and 
pinned it under my arm to hold it closed.  If I leaned forward at all, 
the top separated from my chest and gave a view all the way to the floor.  
Damned flat boobs.  A check in the mirror brought only a sigh.  I'd 
really rather be naked.  I put on a little eye liner and started for the 
office.

I learned to sort-of trust the skirt while I walked to the office.  The 
hems were above and below the full part of my bubble butt.  It wasn't 
going to ride up or down without a struggle.  Wish I felt as confident 
about that top hanging by one stringy strap.  At least I have something 
to strip off.  Stupid program rule!

I got to the office among a stream of others being closely escorted by 
their teachers.  The secretaries took their names and directed them to 
one of the four counselors.  I was going to take longer, so they made me 
wait.  One of them finally got the chance to find my new schedule and I 
was told to go to Mr. N'Dantu's office.

This is better than I expected.  Jason N'Dantu is one of the friends I 
left behind in middle school.  I've been to his house and met his folks 
before I started going naked.  He's also one of the boys who regularly 
swam naked at the pool.  He really stood out with his nearly black skin 
and perpetual erection.  I tried to talk to him at the pool lots of 
times.  I still had this virginity to lose.  By the time I got a break 
every day, his father had come to take him home.  It looked from my 
lifeguard chair like Mr. N'Dantu supported Jason and encouraged him to go 
naked.  I knew the father worked in the school system somewhere.  Now I 
know where and I think he'll be a great one to counsel Program 
participants.

His place is down a hallway in the office complex where the nameplate 
can't be seen from the main desk.  I went down that hallway and into the 
office as happy as could be.  He was waiting for me with his usual 
pleasant disposition, beaming smile and bright white eyes.

The three students in there with him weren't quite so bright.  The girl 
and two boys looked me in the eye.  That's the first time in months that 
someone I was just meeting looked at my face. They looked at me with 
apprehension and maybe a little fear.  My smile said that I was genuinely 
happy to be there and I was happy to be with them.  That worked a little.  
The smiles they returned might have been weak and sheepish, but they were 
smiles.  One guy was really big and great looking.  The other two looked 
almost alike - medium build with identical red hair and green eyes, but 
of course one was a boy and the other a girl.

"Good morning, Mr. N'Dantu.  Can I strip now?" I greeted him.

"Good morning to you, Pamela.  Please sit for now.  The stripping will 
come soon enough," he answered.

He's an immigrant from Kenya and speaks with a strong accent that's 
mostly British.

The other three students were sitting along the wall in front of his 
desk.  The remaining chair was along the side wall where it faced all of 
them.  I went to that chair and tried to sit.  The skirt had other ideas.  
It struggled.  I won.  The skirt seam split from hem to hem.  Not only 
did it show my bare pussy to all in front of me, but one side of my ass 
was now sticking out.  Mr. N'Dantu looked concerned for me.  The other 
students were horrified, picturing themselves enduring that 
embarrassment.  I laughed my ass off.  That broke the tension and the 
others joined in laughing with me.

Mr. N'Dantu spent several minutes going over the Program rules.  Check 
the brochure if you don't know them.  He added some things that may be 
just for this school.

"There are reserved chairs in the cafeteria for Program participants," he 
explained.  "They are marked by towels draped over them.  There are pairs 
at three of the tables.  You must sit in the reserved chairs with your 
partner at the same table.  Other student will have to mix with those in 
the Program since there are not enough chairs in the cafeteria to leave 
any table empty.  Likewise there are reserved lockers in each gym locker 
room.  They are scattered to maximize mixing and exposure, but always 
with two program participants near each other.  You are to be on display 
to the rest of the school and should not congregate with only your fellow 
participants.

"You are to know how this first week's participants were chosen.  We 
chose athletes - those in athletic PE - who volunteered and who are in 
the most advanced placement tracks in their grade. You four are in all AP 
tracks.  Your schedules differ only in the art elective, actually.  We 
were trying to select the popular leaders of the school.  We appear to 
have succeeded.  This group includes half of the class officers.  It is 
up to you, therefore, to give the Program a good start and set the 
example for participant behavior.

"Now for the stripping.  I want each of you, one at a time in order, to 
remove your clothes and place them in this box.  Remain standing while 
you tell about yourself - age, sport, outside interests and most 
important what you expect to get out of the program.  You are all 
volunteers after all.

"How could we start with anyone other than Pamela?  If you would, 
please."

I popped up out of that chair like I couldn't wait.  That's because I 
couldn't wait.  I grabbed the lower hem of that skirt and tore it apart.  
Same with the upper.  That skirt didn't go in the box.  It went into Mr. 
N'Dantu's wastebasket.  The top followed.  My smile grew wider and 
brighter the less I wore.  All eyes were on me, but none were on my face 
anymore.  I talked fast about myself hoping to keep their interest.  I 
covered age, grade-skipping, my sports, lifeguarding, my birthday and ...

"And I've gone naked since the law changed.  I was having this growth 
spurt last spring.  By the end of the school year, I was cutting things 
off and splitting seams for enough to wear at the end of the school year.  
I kept growing.  Last night, the only thing that covered my ass was that 
stupid skirt and the shirt was one Mom's throwing away.  I won't be 
dressing at the door on the way out," I finished.

My look asked Mr. N'Dantu if that was satisfactory and he prompted, "What 
are your expectations - your goals for the week in the Program?"

"Oh, yeah," I said.  "I feel pretty good about my body even if I could 
use a pair of boobs.  The most important thing I want is to lose my 
virginity.  After that first time, I want to learn about a lot of sexy 
stuff and enjoy a lot of sex with a lot of people."

The others blushed at that.  Don't know why.  Nobody could need to learn 
that stuff more than a flat-chested virgin.

I sat down and the red-haired boy was next.  He's Kelly O'Connell.  He's 
15, normal age for a freshman around here.  His sports are cross-country 
running and baseball.  That's how he looks - lean and fast.  He's medium 
height, actually a little shorter than me.  He was in knee-length shorts 
and striped pull-over shirt.  Then he was in very brief bikini underwear, 
but only briefly.

The view was enjoyable.  His muscles are wiry and he has absolutely no 
fat anywhere.  If he didn't work out, he'd be too bony.  He was nervous 
when he stripped and started talking even faster than I did.  He didn't 
hesitate to strip and didn't hide anything, so he wasn't that ashamed.  
He relaxed as he went along and looked a lot more comfortable.

At the end he was saying that he saw me at the pool - and he admired me.  
He looked at me as he said that and ... he got hard.  His penis went from 
hanging down a couple of inches to curving up, big around and a lot 
longer.  He wondered how someone could be that comfortable in the nude 
when all others were clothed.  That's what he wants out of the program - 
to be comfortable with his body.

"And if you're offering, I'll take some of that virginity, Pam, and give 
you mine.  You're hot," he finished.

That last thing broke up the other two, but not me.  I smiled hopefully.  
His hard cock gave a  twitch that hinted he wasn't kidding.  I hoped not.  
He's way cute enough.

The next girl stripped very slowly.  I think her hands were even shaking 
for a while.  She didn't cry.  I think she was more nervous than Kelly, but 
also not overcome with shame.  She wasn't wearing much, but that dress 
covered her.  It was a modestly cut sundress with built-in bra, a mesh 
midriff and fairly short skirt.  When she pulled that dress off, she set 
free the second best set of tits I've ever seen - round, full, solid C 
cups.  I'd kill for those boobs.  The rest of her is just as good.

She's Emily O'Connell, Kelly's fraternal twin.  She has a cute round 
face, a firm athletic build and those curves in all the right places.    
She's in volleyball, basketball and softball.  Neither of the O'Connells 
does any organized sport outside of school.  It turns out she volunteered 
to feel more comfortable in her one outside activity.  She's a model with 
an agent, contract and everything.  She did one runway show and nearly 
froze from being nervous.  She needs to be more comfortable with her body 
before they give her sheer, peek-a-boo or topless things to parade down 
the runway.  She didn't really care if some lifeguard went naked.

She looked at me after that and said, "That's before I knew you, Pam.  
You're so nice that I want to be your friend now, if you'll have me.

"I just have to be prepared to show all they expect of fashion models.  
My goal is to get that experience in the program and I'll try really hard 
to enjoy it.  I think the other students will just ignore me anyway.  I'm 
a virgin, too, Pam.  I want to know someone really well and like him a 
lot before I get intimate, at least that first time."

We smiled at each other.  We'll be friends.  She's gonna need one to help 
get over that self image. She doesn't realize how her beautiful face goes 
with that knockout figure.  She's damn near perfect.  How does she think 
she got that modeling contract?  

The last boy is Dan Allen.  He stood, faced us and just stripped.  No 
nerves or shyness.  I could like this guy.  He's huge - about 6-6 and 
packed.  A real hunk.  His penis is big, too.  It hangs longer and bigger 
than Kelly's, Jason's or anyone else I've seen.

He's as rare a case as I am, but the opposite way.  He's moved so often 
into so many different states with their own school curriculum that he 
lost a year.  He's old enough to be a sophomore and smart enough to be in 
all AP tracks.  He plays football at tight end where he blocks, runs and 
catches passes.  He's into basketball and he's a goalkeeper at soccer 
like me.  At sixteen, he's also old enough for a driver's license.

"I've been in the Program two times already.  I had to repeat eighth 
grade and both those states had the Program in junior high," he 
explained.  "I know I'll have to do it every year here, so I want to get 
it over with.  I've had to play football with my ass hanging out.  I want 
to do my week during tryouts so I can wear pads when it gets tough.  
It'll be easy for me - girls like the look and guys don't give me 
trouble.  I'll be a good partner for you, Emily.  I've been there."

He and Emily made contact just then.  They looked each other in the eye 
despite the other attractions.  Oh, the other attraction?  Dan got hard 
checking out Emily.  That long hanging thing swung up straight and got a 
lot fatter.  I'm surprised it didn't get much longer.  The two guys 
erections are about the same length.

"What do you think of the partner arrangement, Kelly?" Mr. N'Dantu asked.

"It's great.  Otherwise it would be like kissing my sister," his answer 
broke us all up yet again.

Mr. N'Dantu gave each of us a small towel.  Emily got the reason 
immediately and sat on hers.  I sat on mine as soon as I got it.  The 
boys just shrugged.  The counselor emphasized that these were to keep us 
from leaving sticky chairs behind, not to hide ourselves.  He also 
explained that we would have to keep the towel clean and provide any more 
that we might need.  I was way ahead of him.

We talked a little more, covering Dan's experience.  He's way not a 
virgin, but seems to have a lot of respect for others.  He also likes the 
looks of Emily.  I don't think she has anything to worry about there.

Principal Carlson came in while we were talking.  He checked that 
everything was going as well as could be expected.  He was almost 
surprised that the freshmen were having the best time of it.

"But then you have two advantages with Dan's and Pam's experience," he 
concluded.  "Come out to the hall and we'll get to the next step.  If you 
have a book bag, purse or anything, leave it behind the main desk.  You 
can get it on your way back from assembly."

I deposited the backpack and joined the others in the hall.  There are 16 
of us, four from each grade.  Mr. Carlson told us to take positions in 
the middle of the hall on marked tiles.  There were 16 tiles with chalk 
marks running down the exact middle of the hall.  The marks were five 
feet apart.  Classrooms are to the left, the auditorium is to the right 
and this is the only hall between them.  Mr. Carlson went to the PA 
system and called the whole school to an assembly.  They were going to 
walk right by us on the way.  So cool, but nobody else thought that.

"Girl - boy by partners.  Freshmen first," I shouted as I grabbed Kelly's 
hand.

I went to the mark at the far left making me the first one the students 
would see.  I dropped Kelly off at the second mark and watched the others 
take spots.  Dan pushed Emily into place.  She was hanging in there and 
not covering, but she stood hunched over.  Her body language was shy.  I 
was facing the direction the students would come from when I heard Mr. 
Carlson return.

"Face away from the auditorium.  No covering.  You're supposed to be 
displaying yourselves," he must have seen someone trying to hide 
something.

The students came in a rush.  They anticipated an assembly about the 
Program.  They didn't anticipate the reverse parade along the way.  The 
audience paraded past the exhibit.  They looked.  They even stared.  They 
gave me the longest looks because they could see me from farther away.  I 
liked it.  Lots of boys started walking funny and it was so cute the way 
they tried to hide it when they adjusted themselves.  I laughed at them 
mercilessly.  Most girls went by me like they didn't care.  They were 
still where I could see them when they got a load of Kelly and Dan.  
Their eyes and mouths went wide open.

I glanced back at Kelly.  He was up and rock hard.  He'd smile at the 
girls who stared and they were the ones who got self conscious.  Behind 
him was Emily.  She wasn't exactly hiding, but she certainly wasn't 
showing off.  Her shoulders were hunched and she was looking down, not 
at the students parading by.  Dan towered behind her.  He smiled calmly 
at all the girls who stared at him.  He even said `hi' occasionally to 
snap them out of the staring.

Most students looked but gave us a wide berth.  That was good in that it 
kept the view clear for more of them.  There were two bold ones.  One boy 
came close and reached for my chest.  He pinched a nipple.  When he tried 
to take his hand away, he couldn't.  I'd caught him by the wrist.  I'm 
quick.

"Hey!  That hurt," I said loud enough to be heard by lots of students and 
the principal.  "Now stroke it gently.  We'll both like it better that 
way."

I put his hand back on my chest.  He stroked me.  I think he enjoyed what 
soft stuff I have there.  I really liked it.  Both my nipples popped out 
and my pussy felt a little wet.  I kept his hand there.

Another boy came by rather closely, one I knew from middle school.  I 
thought he was going to say something to me, but he smacked my ass and 
kept walking.

"Hey!  Mark Wellington!  Get back here,"  I called.

He knew me from school and from the pool.  He knows what I'm capable of.  
He came back and I noticed the principal watching closely.

"That hurt," I protested.  "Rub it and make it feel better ... and don't 
quit `til I tell you."

The very surprised Mark started rubbing my ass gently but too timidly at 
first.  He got the spirit soon enough and was stroking both cheeks and my 
legs.  I was definitely getting wet.  The sensations and my reactions 
kept building as more students went by.

I turned to Kelly.  He was watching me and those two guys.  I could tell 
by the twitches of his cock that he was imagining doing things with me.  
I thought that was enough of the imagining and gave him a big smile.

"Were you serious about that offer?  I was and I'm ready now," I 
propositioned.

"You have me ready, too, but now?  Here?  Us?" he couldn't believe it.

"Right now.  Right here.  We do it," I confirmed.

He just stood there, so I took the few steps to him dragging those two 
guys with me.

"I really want it, Kelly.  If you want to, lets do it.  If you don't, 
that's okay.  You don't have to give any reason,"  I said to him quietly.

"Happy Birthday," were the only words in his answer.

The rest was all action.  He held me by the hips and pressed his crotch 
against me.  He slid down and thrust up trying to enter me.  Uh-oh.  Two 
virgins trying to do their first time in public could get awkward.  It 
did.  He couldn't line it up with my vagina.  I reached down between us 
and guided him into me with my hand.  That was the first time I ever 
touched a boy's penis and there I was putting it into myself.

Both of us got the sensations at the same time.  Our eyes went wide and 
we gasped.  He thrust and I went limp.  That was sooo much better than my 
fingers ever felt.

"Hey guys?  Let me lean on you, please.  You can both keep going with the 
boobs and ass, but put your shoulders behind me," I pleaded to the two 
I'd caught.

Every thrust from Kelly gave me one hell of a shot.  His cock stroked my 
inner spot and he pinched my clit just right.  I don't know how a virgin 
knew to do that, but he did a little grind at the top of every thrust.  
Those made me gasp and the gasps turned into little screams.  Pretty soon 
I couldn't feel anything but my pussy and that was incredibly intense - 
more than anything I'd ever dreamed of.  I exploded and wasn't quiet 
about it.  My arms were around his shoulders, so the collapse was 
naturally onto him.  He didn't quit.  Those other two still held me up 
and Kelly kept pounding into me.

The thrusting, pinching and grinding worked again and again.  A little 
after I came for the third time, he finally did.  He slammed it in there 
hard as far as it would go.  His face got all twisted like it was the 
most enjoyable thing ever.  My pussy felt suddenly wetter and stuff was 
running out.  He finished and almost collapsed.  By then I'd recovered 
enough.  My wide shoulders and long arms went around him comfortably.  I 
hugged and held him up.

We heard, "Jeez"  "Gawd"  "Damn, they really did it."  "Sure sounded 
great."

"Well, you're not virgins anymore," came weakly from Emily.

I gave Mark and the nipple pincher thankful kisses.  They pulled back 
from the hugs and apologized.  They didn't want any of that runny stuff 
on their pants.  The other Program participants had gathered around 
during our fucking.  They came close with more questions and exclamations 
than I can remember.  The teachers and counselors kept their distance, 
but Principal Carlson came up.

"Well, that's your first goal, Pam.  How was it?" he asked.

"Great!  Better than I ever expected.  Three orgasms my first time, 
standing up and in public.  Kelly, you're wonderful," I said, then I 
kissed Kelly.

"You two get to the gym - the girls locker room - and take a shower.  Pay 
attention to the shower, because we have to get the assembly started.  
Now hustle," Principal Carlson instructed.

I started to say something, but he apparently anticipated me, "I know 
you're supposed to use the boys shower, Pam.  The reason is to shower 
with the opposite sex.  In this case, you two will have to use the same 
facility in order to meet the spirit of the Program.  Remember everyone - 
instructions from teachers and administration override the general 
rules."

Kelly and I started for the gym with arms around each other's waist.  My 
hand dropped to his ass, but he kept his tight around me.  I think he 
still needed to be held up.  He was dragging along like he was really 
tired.  I was bouncing and happy.  About half way there, I kissed him and 
whispered "Thank you" in his ear.  Think I might have been thrilled about 
the way the virginity losing went?

He gave me quite a squeeze and I snuggled close to him.  His hand started 
to wander around my back from my ass to my shoulders.  He stroked my 
front with his other hand, stopping to explore the chest muscles under my 
boobs.

"You're amazing.  The feeling of all that muscle on your ass turned me 
on.  You're like that all over - packed solid.  I even like how your 
chest spreads your boobs.  You can bounce around and they won't hurt," 
his compliments got him more kisses, blushes and another `thank you.'  
Someone doesn't hate my flat boobs!

I tried to be playful in the shower, grabbing his penis and ass with 
handfuls of soap.  He let me wash him, but didn't let that distract us.  
It was only two or three minutes since he came so hard in me.  He wasn't 
ready.  He washed my pussy just to return the favor.  His fingers found 
my clit and he knew what to do with it.  The sensation had me reliving 
the sex from a few minutes before.  After only a few strokes, I exploded 
again, screamed and my knees gave out.  He was the strong one this time 
and held me up.  He prodded me to finish washing so we could get back to 
business.

It felt different when I washed my chest.  My boobs were about twice as 
thick as usual.  When I checked the mirror, they were red, too.  Mom had 
said that boobs get engorged the same way as a vulva during sex.  Mine 
work, but I wish they were bigger to start with.

I found some squeeze bottles with long spouts on a shelf outside the 
shower.  Yep, they're for douche.  I couldn't tell whether Kelly was 
excited or disgusted watching me use one in the shower.  He just went for 
towels and threw one to me when I finished.

"Pam?  That really was great.  It was better than I thought it would be - 
a lot more warm and personal than with my hand.  I want to do it with you 
a lot more, but you talked about doing it with a lot of people.  That 
means we're not going to be exclusive, right?"  Kelly asked as we left 
the locker room.

"Well put, Kelly.  That's just what I want.  Lots more with you and with 
others," I answered and he smiled.

We got into the auditorium to find everyone milling around.  They hadn't 
been called to their seats yet.  The other Program participants were with 
their friends - some sitting and some standing around in the aisles.  All 
were the center of attention of their groups.  Kelly and I went down one 
side aisle looking for seats.  We overheard the group of girls in front 
of us.

"I don't know about this Program.  I heard that a girl already got 
raped," said one.

"There sure was a lot of screaming in the hall.  It was scary," said 
another.

"I saw them.  Two boys were holding the girl while another fucked her - 
right there in the hall in front of the office.  Right in front of the 
principal!  She was screaming alright, but not from pain and she wasn't 
scared.  She was getting off," came from a third.

Kelly and I looked at each other, then pretended we didn't hear.

Principal Carlson stepped to the podium, looked directly at us and 
started, "I see we're ready to start now.  Program participants come up 
on stage and everyone else find seats, please."

I understand that punishment gets rough if students lollygag after an 
instruction like that.  The place got quiet and the aisles cleared fairly 
quickly.  We had no trouble making our way to the stage.  The 16 
participants naturally lined up from seniors to freshmen by partners.  
Mr. Carlson smiled at how that worked out, then started his speech while 
we stood there.

He started right in on us.  He read our names and we had to step forward 
and wave.  That made most of us jiggle something.  That in turn made the 
audience cheer and jeer.  Emily got all cheers, but still tried to hunch 
her shoulders like she was crawling into a hole to hide.  I got some 
cheers, too, but they were for the lifeguarding.  Damned flat boobs got 
the jeers.  His speech lightly referred to the rules in the brochure and 
covered the reserved chairs and lockers.  Most of his speech went into 
what the others could expect over the year - to be in the program one 
week.  By taking four students from each grade every week, we could get 
everyone into the program every year.

"I want to squash one rumor now," he said.  "We're not changing the 
restrooms.  The boys still use the boys' and the girls use the girls'.  
You will use the other gym locker room when you're in the program, but 
that's the only time.

We're also dispensing with rules against displays of affection.  How can 
we tell you to be more comfortable with your bodies and with sexual 
responses, force that on you by making you be naked in school and then 
tell you, `No kissing'?  We won't try to draw any fine lines.  All those 
rules are gone."

He did something unusual then.  I think he could do that because of the 
way this group of participants was chosen.  He asked if any of us had 
anything to say to the student body.  He went down the line starting with 
the seniors.  None of the others wanted any more attention on their first 
morning of nakedness.  If this was my first day, I wouldn't have either.  
I'm used to asserting myself, reminding people of rules at the pool and 
acting decisively under stress - all while I'm naked.  I also had 
something to say.

He said my name by way of introduction and stepped away from the podium.  
That podium would have hidden me too much.  Yes, I want the attention.  I 
took the microphone from its stand and walked to center stage front.  The 
boys in the first few rows stared up into my pussy.  They may have seen 
girls naked, but probably not bald or with labia swollen from recent sex.  
They were fascinated.  I couldn't see past those first rows because of 
the lights in my eyes.  I guessed the whole school was about the same.

"Hi, y'all.  I'm Pam, Naked in School," I started and they mostly cheered.

One boy near the front taunted, "Oh, yeah?  Where's your tits?"

I think my answer scored with the nerd community, "In the space-time 
continuum, about January, waiting for me to get there.

"I gotta make a few points.  First is about what some of you saw and most 
of you heard.  Kelly and I gave each other our virginity in the hall a 
few minutes ago.  Yes, we screwed and the way those two guys were helping 
to hold me up may have looked bad.  It was not rape, so don't work that 
rumor any more.  We both talked about it before we went into the hall.  
The counselor and principal knew that I wanted it.  It was my own idea 
and Kelly agreed.  He even made sure just before we started.  After that, 
he was great."

Some wiseass piped up, "He doesn't look so great now."

I think a teacher got her name.  I tried not to look at Kelly to avoid 
embarrassing him any more.  Soon I heard something going on behind me and 
cheering from the audience.  I had to look.  Kelly was standing there, 
the only boy without an erection.  He still wasn't over doing me.  The 
two sophomore girls were standing on either side of him and facing him.  
They were each rubbing one boob against him and held one of his hands to 
their other one.  They rubbed their crotches on his hips.  They were 
standing to the sides so they didn't hide his penis.  They got the job 
done.  Kelly was red with embarrassment all the way from his face to his 
navel.  Pretty soon another red thing rose like the period at the bottom 
of an exclamation point.  Kelly was back among the ready.

The students cheered and the two girls waved.

I gave the audience a knowing smile and said into the microphone, "And he 
knows how to use it." 

It took a minute for the audience to get quiet even with help from 
teachers and Mr. Carlson.

"The other point is about requests and agreeing to them," I finally 
continued.  "We know we have to do what's reasonable when we're on 
display.  Ask and we'll do it, or maybe ask and we'll let you do it.  The 
point is to ask.  There are things we are allowed to refuse - penetrating 
us for example.  Some will draw the line differently than others.  Just 
because you can do something with me doesn't mean you can expect to do it 
with anybody else.  Because you did it before doesn't mean you can do it 
just any time.  When we have to get to class or to something outside 
school, there may not be time and that would make the request 
unreasonable.

"I got pinched and smacked out there in the hall.  Those weren't very 
sexy.  I want to ask you to respect us.  We aren't being punished and we 
aren't toys.  Gentle touches are much more enjoyable for everyone.  
You're all going to be in the Program soon.  Remember - we will do unto 
you as you do unto us."

The other freshmen hadn't been offered a chance to speak, so I checked 
with them.  Kelly and Emily looked horrified at the thought.  Dan stepped 
forward.  I said his name as introduction.  He took the microphone and 
went to where I had been.

"Pam talked about letting you do things," he said.  "I didn't really see 
much touching this morning except on her.  In other schools where I've 
been in the program, the touching started slowly and the first 
participants didn't get as much as they should from the Program.  
Participants learn to be comfortable with our body, how it looks, how it 
works and the feelings we get.  The rest of the students learn about 
other people's bodies, how they react and what touching does.  Remember 
to ask as Pam says.  As soon as you get the courage, ask to touch us.  
Thanks."

He put the microphone back on the podium and stepped into line with us.  
Mr. Carlson dismissed the assembly.  Activity hour wasn't quite over yet, 
so there would be a little extra time to get to the first class.  He 
asked us to stay on stage for a few minutes, but then left us.  We used 
the opportunity to meet each other.  The girls descended on me.  I think 
the boys gave Kelly a lot of crap, but in the good natured way that let 
him know he has their respect.

We girls were all looking each other over.  I'm very happy with how I am.  
Even without boobs, I've done very well with the things I can control - 
building up the muscles and working on conditioning and coordination.  
Stood proud and tall.  Check me out, girls.  I AM the competition.

Emily was quite the opposite.  The things she can do something about are 
great.  On top of the athletic build, she also has a great face and 
figure.  I'd kill for those boobs.  Hers are clearly the largest and best 
shaped of the Program girls.  She felt the worst about herself, though.  
Even among the girls, she was shy and obviously wishing she could hide.  
She said almost nothing.  All the others fell somewhere in between me and 
Emily.

The first ones to introduce themselves to me were a senior, Amy, and a 
junior, Crystal.  Amy is taller than me, maybe 6-4, and very thin and 
straight.  Her legs and butt are built, but everything else is bony.  Her 
boobs stick out low from her ribs like halves of a softball - round and 
firm.  Her moves are smooth and graceful - very ladylike.  Crystal is 
almost the exact opposite.  She's 5-5 or so and her wide frame is loaded 
with muscles.  She's perky, energetic and constantly moving.  Her soft 
B-cup boobs bounce and jiggle constantly.  She'd look stocky or even fat 
in clothes.  In the nude, she looks strong.

The other senior is Rochelle and the other junior is Brooke.  The 
sophomores are Dawn and Melissa.  The four of them are taller than 
average, about 5-7 to 5-10, with athletic builds and sexy figures.  As 
expected they all play on the volleyball team.  They thanked me for 
saying that stuff.  Those were just the things they were worried about.  
They didn't have any thanks for Dan.  Even Emily had been giving her 
partner a dirty look since he gave that speech.

The conversation was getting around to my curiosity about the volleyball 
team when Mr. Carlson returned.

"You can all go to your lockers and next class now that the assembly has 
dispersed," he instructed.  "Take your time and enjoy the attention ... 
except Pam.  I need to see you."

He went on after the others left, "There's a Program rule that you can't 
get any help with meeting Program requirements.  Now, I know what I saw 
you do and I don't have any trouble with it.  The way you described those 
two boys as helping you could raise a complaint."

"Oh crap!" I interrupted.  "I got as much help from those two as I would 
from leaning against a wall.  Besides, fucking in the hall isn't a 
Program requirement."

"Cool your jets, Pam," he said softly to calm me.  "That's the way I get 
it, too.  On a related subject, the photography club has been asking me 
if some Program participants could model for them at the activity faire 
tomorrow morning.  I'm assigning you to do that as punishment.  We won't 
have any arguments in case of a complaint."

"Oh, no, sir," I said with mock horror.  "Don't do it.  Don't throw me in 
that briar patch."

"You're too heavy to throw, Br'er Rabbit.  Run in there yourself," he 
quipped.

"Thanks for the notice, sir.  This way I can do hair and makeup to get 
ready,"  I said with a smile.

I went to the office with only one stop.  A boy complimented me on my 
speech and said he thought I was cute.  His eyes actually spent half the 
time on my face.

I got my bag and went seeking Mrs. Miller's room.  Of course, it's in the 
wing where ninth grade classes are clustered.  Of course, the lowly 
freshmen are relegated to the farthest wing of the school.  There were 
many more stops with conversations as excuses for looking.  Other 
participants were scattered through the halls.  A few of them were posing 
to show off what a reasonable request asked for.  None were being touched 
yet.

More than half the times I was stopped, the talk was about those rescues 
at the pool.  I wonder if Program participants can make up a sign with 
all the answers to Frequently Asked Questions and avoid being stopped so 
much.  Probably not since the talk is just an excuse.  I still had to go 
over and over, "Yes, I rescued two boys at the pool this morning.  Yes, 
they were really drowning - water in their lungs and all.  Yes, I carried 
them both out at the same time.  Yes, I've been lifeguarding in the nude 
all summer."

One rather short boy didn't believe I could carry two guys out of the 
pool at the same time.  I looked down at him with smirk.  I reached 
behind him and under his ass with one hand.  I picked him up to me and he 
grabbed on like the panicking victims did.  I carried him a few steps up 
the hall and set him down.

"Damn, you're strong," he said and his wide eyes followed me as I walked 
away.

I got to the freshman wing and found Mrs. Miller's room.  Emily was 
standing in the hall just outside the door.  She was letting a boy cup 
and stroke those luscious breasts.  He had a noticeable tentpole in his 
pants.  As I watched, Emily's expression went from fear to determination 
with a little smile.  In just that minute, she started liking the 
sensations.  She was standing a little straighter, too.  Emily may have 
started to realize she has a body to be proud of.

Mrs. Miller asked to see my new schedule and confirmed that I was in her 
next class.  She also caught me up with the morning activities by telling 
me my locker assignment a few feet up the hall from her door.  I had to 
set my own combination on the electronic keypad, write it down and give 
it to her.  

I was halfway into my locker, busy with the lock, when two boys asked if 
they could stroke my butt.  They said they'd been watching me wiggle it 
as I set the combination and I had the cutest butt on any girl in the 
school.  The request was not only reasonable, it was politely made and 
would even be exciting.  The boys did quite a good job.  They got a feel 
of my soft skin and the hard gluts under it.  I got wet in my pussy 
again.  They even thanked me.

As I was finishing, a very nervous girl came up and said, "I have a 
request?  Umm ... I'm not lesbian, but I am curious about your shape - 
your boobs.  Can I feel them, please?"

I readily agreed whether she was gay or not.  She gently felt me.  She 
didn't try to stimulate my nipples, so I think she was really interested 
in how I'm constructed.

"You really do have a lot of breast.  They're just spread out wide over 
your big chest.  Most of the shape comes from the muscle under there.  
Really unusual.  My Mom's a doctor and she's been trying to tell me about 
how girls are all built differently.  She gave me a lot to read and she's 
trying to get me to accept that I'll grow later.  Have yours done a 
growth spurt?" she asked.

"No.  They've just grown slowly since I was eleven - too slowly," I 
answered.

She said, "About like mine.  The way Mom tells it, when they do they're 
gonna be huge with a start like that."

As she left, Emily came up.  She didn't prance or thrust herself out 
proudly, but she was a little straighter and her head was up.

"Did you see?" she asked in an excited whisper.  "He was touching my 
chest!  He liked me!  He told me I have the best body in the Program and 
he even thanked me.  I got so wet I'm gonna need that towel.  Is 
that how it happened to you?"

"Yeah, those two boys and the excitement of being stared at got me ready 
for Kelly.  I'm glad you're not so shy that you would miss that.  I saw a 
lot of the other participants in the hall just now - just posing.  Emily, 
I think you're the first one to get a touching request.  I'm glad you 
liked it and that boy knows the best body when he sees it," I 
complimented her.  "How long do you think you'll stay a virgin now?"

She punched me lightly on the arm and we went into Mrs. Miller's room to 
start our first highschool class and first class in the Program.  You 
might know it would be biology.


Chapter 3.  Monday Classes


Emily and I found seats at the front of the middle row.  I dropped my 
towel in the first desk and she dropped hers right behind me.  Our 
partners came in and sat beside us in the next row.

"Those girls are sure curious.  They couldn't get enough of the looking," 
said Dan.

"Where does curious become horny?  Some of them really had a look of 
their own," commented Kelly.

"On Monday of a Program week, it's curiosity.  We're the ones who get 
horny and they haven't started touching yet," Dan said looking at me.

I looked at Emily who was blushing brightly and looking sheepish.  She 
looked up at Dan and her brother with just a little pride.  Kelly knows 
her look.

"Em?  What?" he asked in their twin's shorthand.

"A guy had great time with my chest out in the hall.  Two more got 
handfuls of Pam's ass," she answered.

"And you liked it a lot, didn't you?" I reminded her.

Emily and I were still standing and the room was beginning to fill.  Most 
of the girls circled around our position in the front middle and 
surrounded our partners.  They stood over the boys where they got a great 
view down into their laps.  The boys surrounded us and started with the 
reasonable requests to see this and that.  One had me put a foot up on 
the seat of my desk then lean back against the desktop.  Emily noticed 
the view that gave of my pussy.  She blushed, embarrassed at my exposure.  
I blushed at the compliments all the boys gave.

Emily blushed all the more when she got the request to assume the same 
pose.  She swallowed hard and slowly raised her foot to the seat of her 
chair.  Her pubic hair is fine and almost as bright red as her head.  
It's trimmed and short, so it does very little to hide her.  She has 
every bit as much to show off as I do ... plus those boobs I'd kill for.

"Wow!  You're so sexy.  That red hair looks so hot," said one boy who 
soon had to make an adjustment in his pants.

"Is that for me?"  Emily asked looking at his obvious bulge.

The boy nodded and smiled at her.  Emily actually smiled back.  Here was 
another boy who liked her body.  Emily sat on her desktop and leaned back 
on her arms.  That one foot up spread her and the leaning rotated her 
entire pussy out into plain sight.  The more the boys said "Wow" and 
stared, the more Emily smiled.  That's how Mrs. Miller saw us when she 
returned to start class.  Her smile was as big as Emily's.

"I'm so glad to see freshmen program participants doing so well.  The 
four of you are way ahead of the others," she said so the whole room 
could hear.  "Lets start class.  Take your seats, please."

The naked teacher had everyone's attention and kept it with, "As you can 
see, the Program is starting right on schedule.  You will find that I 
wholeheartedly support the Program and we'll be making use of it in 
class.  First, though, here's a question you should hear at the start of 
each class.  Do either of you naked gentlemen need relief?"

Kelly smiled at me as he quietly said, "No, thank you."

Dan was a different story.  Mrs. Miller asked him to step to the front of 
the room and set a stool out for him.  She asked if he would like any 
assistance.  Dan is probably the only one in the school who would answer 
yes to that on Monday morning of Program week.  Mrs. Miller asked for 
volunteers.  I was ready from all the posing and what those guys did to 
my ass.  I also liked Dan's looks from the moment I saw him.  I still 
gave Emily a chance.  One glance at her told me she wouldn't be taking 
that chance.  All the other girls looked afraid, too.  I raised my hand 
slowly, but my big grin gave away that I was eager.

"Would you please help me, Pam," Dan asked formally.

I don't think he finished the `Pam' before I was in front of him saying, 
"It will be my pleasure, really."

I straddled his legs as he sat on the stool and moved closer until we 
were touching.  Dan liked what was happening.  I could tell by the way he 
kissed and licked my nipples.  I had hold of his shoulders and was really 
digging in with my fingers.  I started lowering myself to sit on his lap.  
Mrs. Miller gasped an `Oh, my' when she realized what I was about to do.  
More gasps came from around the room as students figured it out.  Dan 
reached around me, grabbed me by the ass and his fingers dug in.  That 
felt great and got me even more ready.  My hands slowly drifted down onto 
his big round pects and stayed there.  At least one of us has a chest 
worth feeling.

I rocked my hips letting the head of his hard penis stroke my labia and 
spread my juices.  I went lower letting him penetrate me.  He's so big, 
he didn't go in as easily as Kelly.  I would lower my lips over him, rock 
a little until it hurt then rise up to let him out.  It was like my lips 
were nibbling on him rather than swallowing him.  This went on for a 
minute before he stopped me.

"Pam, I really want to do it with you and soon.  We need our first time 
together to be more private.  I'll explain then.  Right now, just give me 
a hand job, `kay?" he said.

I looked shocked and disappointed at first so he took it further, 
"Tonight, Pam.  Seriously.  I'm not rejecting you."

"Umm ... okay, but you'll have to teach me how to get you off with my 
hand," I answered.

He coached me through the grip and stroking.  This was my first real feel 
of a penis.  Kelly's was down out of sight and the contact was just too 
brief.  I felt what I'd read about - the hard shaft covered by soft skin 
and topped by a head with all the landmarks in the right places.  I 
looked as much as I felt and took it all in.  My juices and his pre-cum 
had him well lubricated.  I couldn't have hurt him if I tried.  He did 
need the relief, especially after nearly getting into me.

"Here I come.  Watch out or it'll hit you," he gasped a warning.

"I'm a hard target to miss," I teased as he started to shoot.

Every muscle on his well-built body went tense.  That sight by itself was 
enough to thrill me.  A second later he came and sure enough, he hit me.  
He gushed in a series of spurts.  His semen landed all over my front and 
stuck where it landed.  He was breathing heavily for a while and it took 
some time for his penis to soften.  I used the time to study him all 
over.  He's bigger up close than he looks from across the room.

Mrs. Miller gave each of us some tissues to wipe ourselves off.  I used 
all of them to remove the semen and made plans for the first change of 
towel after this class.  The one in my seat wasn't going to last out the 
hour.

"Vaginal intercourse is way more than we expect in these classroom relief 
sessions," Mrs. Miller said to the class while looking directly at me.  
"There's nothing to preclude that method of giving relief, though, if 
both people agree.  I'm glad you backed off when he disagreed, Pam.  Now 
please return to your seats.  You can help him with that, too."

She went into the syllabus, issued and introduced the textbook and 
assigned the first four chapters for homework due next week.  There was a 
little disturbance in the back of the room, but I thought it was just 
from passing books around.

"This first week, however, we have to fill a dire need," she explained.  
"This is Biology, advanced placement Biology, the first class of the day 
and we are blessed with all four of this week's Program participants.  
This class will be producing an instructional video on the anatomy and 
physiology involved in sexual responses."

I think my face lit up anticipating that much more attention.  I turned 
to see what Emily thought.  Her worried, reluctant look was back.

"I was starting to get used to this," she whispered.

There was a large camera on a tripod at the back of the room.  The tripod 
was extended all the way up so the camera would see over all the 
students' heads.  A man, probably thirtysomething, was behind the camera 
in coveralls with the logo of our local professional audio-visual 
production company.

"We are having these professionally produced.  A cassette will be 
available for the rest of today's freshman Biology classes.  The other 
grades will see them, but I don't know when.  After the whole week, we'll 
get a set of DVDs for posterity," she explained.  "I expect the greatest 
interest will be in female anatomy and we have such excellent specimens 
in the Program.  Ladies, please come to the front."

I bounced out of that desk, almost ran to the front of the room and stood 
beside Mrs. Miller.  Emily was just starting to stand up.  The Program 
was becoming an up and down rollercoaster ride for her.  Mrs. Miller was 
patient and let Emily gather her courage.  She even helped with Emily's 
self image a little.

"There is a difficulty with using you as our model, Emily.  You're body 
is too nearly the ideal.  No wonder you're so popular this morning," she 
said quietly, then to the class and camera,  "These two beautiful young 
ladies are Program volunteers, but they probably didn't expect this.  
They have some differences in their body types, but since they're both 
conditioned athletes there are a lot of similarities.  You will find even 
more differences among the other girls of the student population.  We 
could find examples of underweight bodies and I'd be an overweight 
example.  Such examples would make no real difference in the purpose of 
this class.

"As to the general shape of these models, both have the hourglass type of 
figure.  Their flared hips are typical of the female of our species, they 
are both quite narrow in the waist and then flare through the chest to 
wider shoulders.  Emily is an excellent example of the ideal proportions 
with shoulders slightly narrower than her hips.  Pam is an extreme 
example with a very small waist that is long in keeping with her height.  
Her shoulders are wider than the normal range for girls.  In her case 
this isn't bad.

"We have selected athletes for the Program this week.  As expected, both 
of these girls are mesomorphs who have found it easy to develop strength 
and excel at sports.  You'll notice that Pam's musculature is clearly 
visible.  Emily has thicker, softer skin.  Pam, can you identify a reason 
why you look so much leaner?"

I answered after thinking for a second, "It has to come down to a 
combination of three things: genetic predisposition, higher metabolic 
rate and maybe I've been more active over the summer.  I did have a 
physical in the summer.  Don't worry - no malnutrition.  I'm carrying 
plenty of weight.  It's just all muscle."

The lecture continued, "While both girls have well developed legs typical 
of female athletes, Pam has more upper body structure visible.  This is 
again at the extreme end of the normal range for women.

"We'll get past these rather obvious aspects of our two models and get to 
the parts that we are seeing around the school for the first time and 
that are emphasized by the Program.  Breasts are a primary defining 
feature of females and are points of distinction even when women are 
clothed.  Emily's breasts are again nearly ideal - large and full enough 
to be attractive without being so large they would become awkward or 
painful.  How do you feel about those, Emily?"

Emily's face blushed and she looked self-conscious again.  Her arms were 
behind her where only I could see that her fists were clenched tight.  
Her voice only squeaked.

"Self-conscious, I see.  That's to be expected.  I'm actually surprised 
that Pam is so outspoken.  Do you have some other experience with nudity, 
Pam?" Mrs. Miller asked.

Some classmates who saw me at the pool already knew the answer, "I've 
lived naked since the law changed.  I work as a lifeguard at the pool 
complex and have to deal with people in public.  I had to get used to 
doing normal things without any clothes on."

Mrs. Miller nodded in appreciation of that and went on.  "Pam's breasts 
are again an extreme case.  Please cup and lift your breasts, Pam.  I 
want you to show just how much and where your breast material is."

I saw my face on the video later.  I looked disgusted.  Damned flat 
boobs.  I scooped up handfuls of nothing then poked and prodded the fried 
eggs that covered such a large area of my wide chest.  I did notice they 
were still swollen from sex.  Even with that, my boobs are too damned 
flat.

Mrs. Miller was sympathetic and encouraging, "Pam, I assure you that they 
are still growing and you're not alone in looking forward to developing 
your breasts.  I should point out that Pam is younger than other freshmen 
by at least a year and Pam, there are quite a few at all ages in the 
school who are still growing.

"Please turn around, girls, roll your shoulders and flex your back 
muscles.  As athletes, both girls have well developed backs and 
shoulders.  Again Pam's muscles are more visible.  You'll note that 
shoulder blades are not showing on either of them.  That is one variation 
that would distinguish athletes from most of the other students.

"Their buttocks are very well developed as are their legs.  Note that 
neither of them has any wrinkles on their backsides nor a crease where 
buttocks meet their legs.  This is fairly rare even among athletes, but 
do note that these girls are young freshmen.  They are different in the 
shape of their buttocks.  Emily is more nearly normal in the spread of 
her seat and the length of her crack.  Pam is unusually round and high.  
If she wore clothes, Pam could get away with some extremely brief shorts 
and skirts."

The four of us remembered what I wore to the office.  The boys started 
laughing out loud.  Emily and I turned to check them and found the 
laughter contagious.  Mrs. Miller misinterpreted.

"Now see here!  We will treat Program participants with respect and there 
will be no heckling.  Even if you're already in the program we can 
arrange sensitivity training," she said sharply to Dan and Kelly.

"Oh, Mrs. Miller, they're not heckling.  You just described the stupid 
skirt I wore this morning.  It really was a riot.  I had to tear it to 
get it off.  They are laughing with me about it.  Really," I defended the 
boys and she bought it.

"Very well.  We are trying to protect participants from undue 
humiliation.  What I said about heckling is still the policy," Mrs. 
Miller went on.  "Now ladies, please turn around again and come to the 
front of my desk."

Emily rolled her eyes knowing what was left to be shown.  Mrs. Miller's 
desk was cleared, centered at the front of the room and spaced a few feet 
from the first desks.  We had plenty of space and everyone had a clear 
view - especially that camera.  Too bad the bell rang just then.  Emily's 
sigh of relief almost drowned out the ringing.

"We'll continue with the girls tomorrow, then examine the boys' anatomy.  
Dismissed," she said to the class, then to the four of us, "Emily, I do 
hope you'll feel more relaxed tomorrow.  You were doing so well just 
before class.

"We will be getting deeper into physiology - how things work.  I want to 
have demonstrations of various ways to bring arousal and orgasm.  I think 
things will go well with this group from what I've seen so far.  Each of 
you, please decide how much you will be willing to volunteer for.  I'll 
ask at the start of class."

I knew my answer already and wanted to get into the hall to see if anyone 
had any requests.  Emily was taking her time.  I wiped out my pussy with 
the towel from my seat and packed it into the zip-lock bag.  Emily 
noticed.  I could see her making a note to herself.

"I see that my partner needs support and you're in a hurry," said Dan 
behind me.  "Tell me when we can get together, Pam, and I'll let you go."

"You were serious?  My house after eight o'clock.  I'll be alone," I 
answered.  "Hey, we should all exchange addresses and phone numbers.  We 
really are in a four-way partnership."

We spent the next few minutes writing each others' stuff in our 
notebooks, then ventured into the hall.  Emily seemed to be okay.  At 
least she didn't need to be dragged or pushed.  Dan politely let her go 
ahead of him.  That gave him another good close look at all of her.  She 
even smiled when she saw Dan get hard while he was looking her over.

The hall was as expected - crowded with students who had eight minutes to 
travel a whole fifty feet in the freshman cluster.  We all had English 
next, just two doors away.  The requests came before we got two feet.

"Your ass is great, Pam. May I feel?" asked one boy who had seen the 
anatomy lesson.

He stroked my behind while another boy did the same to Emily.  A third 
boy worked up the courage to ask to touch her boobs.  She even smiled 
again when she granted the request.  She was getting with the Program, at 
least when she was one-on-one.

Dan and Kelly got their share, too.  Advertising and TV started showing a 
lot of skin these past few years, but almost all of it female.  We might 
get to see a guy's ass, but almost never a penis.  Lots of girls were 
curious to see these two hard cocks.  None of them had the courage to 
touch yet.

The warning bell went off all too soon.  My ass and legs were starting to 
tingle ... a lot.  Emily's aureoles were protruding and puffy.  Her 
nipples made hard points at the ends of her breasts.  Yep, Emily was 
enjoying the one-on-one part of the Program.  We ended the requests and 
went directly to English.

"Are you normally nervous in front of a class, Emily?" I asked on the way

"Usually am, yes.  Nakedness and the attention from the Program just adds 
to that," she confessed.

When we got into the classroom, there were more requests.  Most of the 
students here are on the AP track in Biology and saw our performance last 
hour.  They wanted to start exploring what was to come next - our 
pussies.  I was just spreading my legs and Emily was putting down her 
books to join in when the teacher interrupted.

"Take seats immediately," she said clapping her hands to get our 
attention.  "Program participants sit in the first row - the seats 
nearest the door."

We sat as directed.  There isn't much of a show when the naked ones are 
sitting at school desks.  Some got a look at one or the other guy's penis 
peeking up at desktop level.  Emily's boobs drew the most attention.  We 
mostly just smiled at the students passing to find their seats.

The teacher is a young woman who must not have been out of college very 
long at all.  She was wearing a tight white sweater and very short black 
pleated skirt.  All her outfit needed was lettering and a logo to be a 
cheerleading uniform.  The tight sweater showed off a trim figure with 
big breasts that jiggled with every step she took.  I could see lines of 
the band and straps of her bra, but it must not have given much support.  
"Miss Forester" was lettered neatly at the top of the board behind her.

The bell rang and she began talking quite fast, "This class will observe 
the following procedure.  Program participants shall not enter until 
after the warning bell and shall take the seats nearest the door 
immediately.  I will dismiss the Program participants at the end of the 
hour and they shall leave the room before the rest of the class.

"Now this is advanced placement English.  We shall be studying the 
elements of grammar, syntax, punctuation ...."

She carried on through subject matter while she passed around copies of 
the syllabus and reading list.  She also issued textbooks and assigned 
reading of the first two chapters for tomorrow.

Kelly raised his hand and had to hold it up for a very long time before 
he was recognized, "We in the Program are supposed to be allowed relief.  
May I get some?"

She answered in the coldest tone of voice I've heard a teacher use, "I am 
forced to allow that in the first five minutes of class.  That time has 
passed.  Request denied."

She resumed going through the expectations for outside reading and for 
the book reports we would have to turn in.  She was covering a lot of 
details about how she wanted book reports and the two term papers done.  
I took a lot of notes because that stuff isn't in the syllabus.  My poor 
partner was still pissed and could only glare at the teacher.  He would 
need me to share those notes with him.

The teacher went on and on until the bell rang.  She curtly dismissed the 
four of us.  We were not unhappy to get out of there.  We lined up in the 
hall to wait for the other students.  Miss Forester kept them for another 
minute.  She didn't say or do anything for that minute, she just kept all 
the other students in their seats.  By the time they were dismissed, we 
were up to our naked asses in requests.  The English class missed out.

Another class had been in biology and seen the tape.  They were looking 
us over closely.  I had some fun bending over and looking back between my 
legs to see their expressions.  The boys were just being stared at.  They 
were erect, but their mood was clouded by that English teacher.

Dan called a halt to the requests early.  This is our art hour, and we 
have different classes.  He's in theater and that meets backstage in the 
auditorium.  Kelly and Emily have orchestra in the music wing behind the 
auditorium.  I had Introductory Creative Art and had no idea where to 
find that room.  It wasn't hard.  That wing with music has all the extra-
large rooms.  I was right across the hall from Kelly and Emily.

I was afraid I'd be the only naked one in an art class, but Crystal and 
two junior boys were already there when I arrived.  Crystal waved, so I 
joined them at the table in the back corner.  This room had eight large 
tables arranged in a square with an open space in the middle.  Each table 
could seat four facing the open middle.

The boys introduced themselves as Steve and Brian.  They're on the 
football team and trying hard to make the varsity this year as receivers 
or defensive backs.  They have the long slim build for those positions 
and look like they're strong enough to take the tackling.

"How's your day going?" Crystal asked.  "I don't mean just the Program.  
How is being a freshman?"

"What do you know about Miss Forester, the English teacher?" I asked.  
"She acts like she disapproves of the Program and took it out on us."

"Never heard of her," Crystal answered and the boys agreed.  "She must be 
new to the school this year.  Other than that, how is it?"

I answered "great" about the Program and told how much I like 
examinations, ass rubbing and giving relief.  All three had looks of 
envy.  They were in the Program and older than me, but here I was 
enjoying it.  I rubbed it in and told how Emily was getting an hourly 
boob massage.

"They're touching you!?" Crystal exclaimed.  "Nobody will get near us.  
They ask to see this and that, but won't lay a finger on us.  Of course, 
we don't encourage them the way Dan did."

"Emily and I have let them know we like it.  It's keeping me horny and I 
won't bet on when she'll lose her virginity.  Nobody has grabbed Dan or 
Kelly, so I know what you mean,"  I answered.

"How did that relief go?" Steve asked.  "What did he do?  What did you 
do?  Nobody's done that in our classes.  I've been hard all day with the 
exposure and seeing such beauty.  If I don't try that soon, I'm gonna be 
so sore."

I told about getting Dan off by hand and offered to do the same for 
either of them.  I implied that I'd go farther if they wanted.  Both boys 
said they have girlfriends, but Brian was really looking at Crystal.  
Steve said he could excuse a hand job as part of the Program, but 
wouldn't go farther with me.

"Lets set an example.  These guys can ask for relief and we'll give it to 
them.  Maybe that'll spread the spirit around to more classrooms," I 
urged Crystal.

She looked apprehensive and only sort of nodded her head, so I suggested, 
"Guys, ask for volunteers to help you and pick the one you really want.  
It doesn't have to be Crystal."

The teacher arrived and called the class to order.  That didn't take any 
real effort.  Naked teachers have our attention immediately.  She is Mrs. 
Santucci.  She's in her late twenties or in very good shape for her 
thirties.  She takes good enough care of herself that she can proudly go 
naked.  She's medium height and her hair is as black as mine.  She trims 
her dark coarse pubic hair in a little triangle pointing down into her 
vulva.

"We'll get to the course matter in a few minutes, but first I want to 
mention what we will be doing in respect of the Program.  First, 
participants will not be forced to model for our art.  Participants who 
volunteer will be selected first and get extra credit," she got right to 
what had everyone scared.

When she noticed my big smile and raised hand, I got to ask, "If we're 
naked but not in the program that week, will we get selected first and 
get credit?"

"You would be picked after the participants had a chance and get half the 
extra credit since it would be entirely voluntary," she answered.  "The 
second thing is that no two Program participants may sit at the same 
table.  All over the school, we're trying to keep participants mixed with 
the rest of the students."

She asked our names and assigned three of us to exchange seats with 
others. Crystal and the boys tried to sit as far as they could under the 
table.  That made them that much more visible from across the room, but 
they felt a little more covered.  I sat back to give the guys at my table 
a good view and they took the opportunity to stare.

The third thing was, of course, relief.  Both boys asked for it and Mrs. 
Santucci remarked that this was the first of her classes where that was 
done.  The boys asked for volunteers.  I raised my hand promptly with an 
eager smile.  Crystal saw the complete lack of other volunteers and 
raised her hand slowly.  She did manage a small reluctant smile.

Now, Crystal knows what it is to be part of a team and was starting to 
get it that Brian likes her.  She would go through with that relief even 
though she didn't want to.  Maybe getting past the first time would help 
her want to again.  We both went to the boys.  I smiled at Steve and 
Crystal tried to smile more at Brian.  She did rub her boobs against him 
when she got a grip on his cock.  I snuggled against Steve's side, 
gripped his erection and put my other hand on his ass.  Both boys liked 
the affection and their cocks twitched in appreciation.

We were stroking them for only a minute when they both went off.  Their 
semen splattered on the floor.  Mrs. Santucci dispensed the usual 
tissues.  We cleaned off the boys and our hands, then the floor.

"Damn!  Hand jobs right in class," came from the first amazed student who 
found a voice.

"More than that sometimes," I said with a lot of tease.

"That's the way the Program is supposed to work," said Mrs. Santucci.  
"Even those who just watch get something from the experience.  We're all 
made a little more familiar with our bodies as much by those on display 
as by our own experience.

"Lets all recover from that stimulation by filing past that side table 
and taking each of the three texts."

The books are small paperbacks on film cameras, digital cameras and on 
composition and styles of photography.  Think maybe first topic is 
photography?

Mrs. Santucci explained that the school requires two years of art, 
language and PE.  Any of those can become a four-year elective, but the 
plan is to spend two years in one then another.  She pointed out that 
this class has freshmen who are starting with art and juniors who have 
just finished something else.  Arts include theater and music.  This 
class starts into several creative art forms.  After photography, we'll 
get into sketching, painting, pottery and a little sculpture.

She went right into cameras, names of their parts and how to operate 
them.  I must have looked disappointed.  From what she said, she also 
must know about the modeling I'm supposed to do.

"Program participants make good models, being on display and all.  
However, we're here to learn this material, not exploit or humiliate 
those in the nude.  Sorry we won't need a model today.  Tomorrow is 
definitely a different story starting with the activity faire,"  she said 
with pointed looks at me.

The bell rang after a little more of the lesson.  This class has had it's 
hour, but only some students leave.  There were two other sittings for 
lunch during the hour and now the third lunch started.  The next class 
starts after that.  Crystal and the other juniors got to stay for a study 
period.  Their lunch came sometime during the next class.

I met Kelly and Emily in the hall and Dan was waiting by the auditorium.  
We got to the cafeteria at the same time as Dawn, one of the sophomore 
girls in the Program and her partner.  He's Shawn.  Oh, wow - Dawn and 
Shawn.  Dawn has the typical athletic build of this week's participants, 
dark brown hair, 5-7 or so, with small and very perky up-pointing 
breasts.  She acts as perky as she looks, too.  Shawn is a defensive 
lineman.  A lineman in advanced placement, you marvel?  You don't want to 
be the one to challenge him about that, do you?  He's built heavy and 
looks like he worked to put on strength to play.  He sounds like an AP 
student - articulate with well thought-out opinions.

We got in line together and went through the usual questions and answers.  
The sophomores hadn't been touched nor had any relief in any of their 
classes either.  Those two were amazed at our stories.  I told how at 
least three juniors got a little more experience.

Dawn brought up something I think was hard for her, but the alternative 
may have been harder, "I know we're supposed to sit with partners, but we 
want to switch around.  Still boy-girl, of course.  Umm ... Shawn and I 
went together last year until I gave him a good reason to dump me.  Now 
it's a little awkward.  Melissa is so lucky to have her true love (in air 
quotes and falsetto voice) in the Program with her.  There's no chance of 
swapping there.  Kelly, could you sit with me."

I'm guessing the other choice, Dan, intimidated her.  Kelly looked at me.

"Oh, damn.  You two are together.  Sorry," Dawn whined.

"Not really," Kelly answered.  "We did it and like each other, but we're 
not exclusive.  I'd be glad to sit with you and check out more of what 
you showed me on stage."

"And I'll sit with you, Shawn," offered Emily, looking him up and down 
and smiling at what she saw.

Dan and I smiled at each other.  This arrangement could work.  We got our 
food, didn't pay and went to the reserved seats.  They were covered with 
towels - fresh, clean gym towels.  We started as the only two at the 
table for eight.  The group who sat with us were mostly freshmen, mixed 
boys and girls.  Conversation was about the Program and nudity, of 
course.  They got our reactions and gave their own.  Dan and I are unique 
in being nude so much before this week.  The questions were more like 
challenges about our attitude.

Dan impressed me two ways.  First he was articulate in explaining what he 
got from the Program his other times.  He suggested that the students 
look at it as an opportunity.  That different point of view would give 
them a different conclusion.  The second impression was left on my inner 
thigh by his hand.  He was stroking me with his left hand the whole time.  
He even got me to squeak when he touched my lips a few times.  They 
needed another towel for the next lunch.  That one wasn't fresh or clean 
anymore. 

The students with us noticed and also noticed when I took a drink with my 
left hand so I could retaliate by grabbing his erect dick.  Our whole 
table adjourned to the courtyard outside when we finished eating.  Dan 
and I were both obviously sizzling and it wasn't due to the hot noontime 
sun.  That got us some attention we were ready for.

"Umm ... Dan?  You said we could ask to touch you?  Can I?  Can I stroke 
you?" one of the girls asked.

Dan didn't need to answer by much more than his smile.  The girl gently 
prodded and brushed his cock to feel that unique combination of hard and 
soft.  Her `ooh' and `wow' showed how she reacted to its size.

"This isn't my first hand job, but I haven't been near anyone this big.  
Let me know if I do anything wrong," she said as she started stroking him 
in earnest.

That gave some courage to one of the boys.  He didn't say anything out 
loud, only with body language.  He held out his hand palm up right at my 
pussy, then looked at me with a raised eyebrow.  I didn't use words to 
answer either.  I gave him my biggest, brightest smile and stepped 
forward right onto his hand.  His strokes were good, but he kept missing 
my clit.  It helped with some visual stimulation when Dan went off in 
that girl's hand.  I rolled my hips into the hand stroking me and tried 
to get him to snag my clit.  It almost worked and I was getting ready to 
come when the class bell rang.

"Damn!  Come back here!" I said when the boy pulled away to leave.

"You heard what Dan said about Program girls building tension.  Sorry," 
he taunted.

"Bastard!" I replied.

We were both smiling.  The Program was working with both of us even if 
the language was salty.  Dawn, Shawn and Kelly were finishing their poses 
without being touched.  The Program was working better with Emily.  She 
was between two boys on either side of her.  They each had a boob and a 
buttock in their hands.  Emily's knees were wobbly and she was breathing 
hard.  A little trail of fluid was running down the leg I could see.  
That girl's virginity will not be with us long.

The boys offered to walk her to class when the bell rang.

"Okay.  I might need your hands to keep me standing and walking," she 
said holding their hands on her ass.

The three of them went inside and toward the freshman wing with Dan and 
me following.  Dan had the biggest smile.  Some of that had to be left 
over from the hand job, but a lot was from the way the freshmen were 
leading the Program today.  Brooke, Brian and Steve, the junior 
participants, were watching all that touching through the window.  We 
smiled and waved.  They waved back, but were only sort of smiling.

Emily and her entourage went past Crystal without noticing, but she 
caught Dan's and my attention.  She was pinned against a locker and a 
fairly big guy was copping a feel of her pussy.  The trouble was that she 
didn't sound like this was a good Program touch.

"I told you NO, asshole," Crystal stage-whispered with a fierce burning 
look at the guy.

"You let those other two finger you, but not me.  Now I get to and you 
have to let me," the boy sneered.

"I broke up with you because I don't like you.  You're reminding me of 
why that is," Crystal said trying to pull away.

The asshole grabbed her arm and kept his hold on her pussy.  The crowd 
heading to lunch had gone by and we were the stragglers going the other 
way.  There wasn't any other help for Crystal

Dan and I walked up on either side of the guy and I cleared my throat 
pointedly, "Ahem"

The hand he tried to push me away with went straight into a half-nelson.  
I grabbed the back of his belt then swept his legs out from under him 
with my foot.  His whole weight went into that wedgie and he screamed.  I 
lifted him by the belt, bent him forward by pushing on the half-nelson 
and shoved all of him into an open locker that was right there.  Crystal 
and Dan reached the locker door at the same time and slammed it closed.

"Whose locker?" I asked.

"His own," Crystal answered, then over her shoulder as she left for the 
cafeteria, "Thanks, Pam.  I owe you."

Farther down the hall was Mr. Carlson.  He was staring at us in shock.  
He closed his mouth and turned his back before Crystal or Dan saw him.  
I'm still wondering what I'll hear from him about that.  Dan and I left 
just as Asshole recovered enough to start pounding on the inside of his 
locker.

"Damn.  You can be hell when you're pissed," said Dan.

"I can be heaven with someone I like," I countered.

"I'll go for the heaven.  Why is it we have to wait `til 8?" he asked.

"Oh.  I'm working until 7, then supper," I explained.  "They have real 
trouble with lifeguard staff from 6 to 7 every evening.  I'm available 
then, so I fill in."

We did a few pose requests when we got to the more populated part of the 
hall, but called them off when the warning bell rang.  We got into the 
freshman wing with little time to spare.  We didn't expect to see Emily 
still entertaining a request.  Kelly was even coming out of the classroom 
to check on her.  A boy had her against her locker with both hands on her 
chest.  He was polite and complimentary and we could tell Emily was 
enjoying it again.  He just didn't want to let go.  He was soon 
surrounded by naked people, and two of us are bigger than he is.  He 
carefully apologized, let go and went to class.

Mr. Siever, our World History teacher, looks old but doesn't act like it.  
He acts like he's having a lot of fun.  Oh, is `old' the right word?  
`Senior citizen' might be politically correct.  As he introduced himself, 
he said that he's retired from a full career in business.  That puts him 
at least sixty-five.  I guess `old' is the right word.  History was his 
avocation.  Now he teaches it for fun.

"I really hope to make it fun for you," he said.  "One fun thing that's 
new this year is the Program.  This is the AP class that has all the 
freshmen participants this week.  Would either of you gentlemen like to 
seek relief?"

Kelly went for it and I flashed him a huge smile with a come-on look.  I 
had been way ready since the courtyard.  He took the come-on and asked 
for assistance from me.  Mr. Siever waved me to the front of the room 
with a flourish and asked us both to introduce ourselves.  We did.

"Your stool is there in the corner, Mr. O'Connell," he said pointing.

Kelly set the special stool near the wall.  I'd followed him over there 
and was ready to straddle him.  To my great surprise, he spun me around 
and sat me on the stool.  He positioned my ass at the edge of the seat so 
he'd have an unobstructed approach.  Our sides were to the classroom so 
the students would have a mostly unobstructed view.

"Spread wide and lean back against the wall, Pam.  I'll try to keep you 
from falling off," he said.

"Woah!  Hold it.  I have to know that you both agree to this," Mr. Siever 
interrupted.

"Oh, we agree.  We've talked and it's not the first time we've done it 
today,"  I answered clearly.

I got like Kelly wanted me and was pretty well balanced on the stool.  He 
moved in between my spread legs and started stroking with his hands.  I 
was plenty wet and it didn't take many strokes to get the tingles going 
again.

"I'm ready," I whispered.

He leaned forward, put his hands on the wall on either side of my head 
and then he kissed me.  The kiss was not only right on the mouth, he used 
his tongue.  I was so taken by the kiss that I didn't notice his penis 
entering me until it was all the way in.  That's when he pinched my clit 
and did his little grind.  That made the screaming start with little 
whimpers then loud and long while I came.  Later Emily said she couldn't 
tell when one orgasm ended and the next began.

Kelly came then stayed inside me to keep me going.  He did that little 
grind that works so well on my clit until Mr. Siever told him to quit.  
The five minutes were up.  I'm glad we were both really ready when we 
started.  We both fumbled with the tissues.  I only used them to wipe 
what was on the outside and on the stool.  We helped each other to our 
desks.  He and Emily helped me sit.  He must have been feeling better 
because he made it to his seat.

The ritual of the syllabus and text books went as usual.  It's not that 
demanding, so I had a chance to get over the sex.  The feeling was 
stronger this time, probably because I didn't have to spend any effort to 
stand.  I was warm, blushing red and sort of buzzing all over.  My pussy 
was freshly swollen and bright red.  I checked my boobs.  They seemed a 
little thicker again and my nipples were out and hard.  The towel in my 
seat soaked up a lot of stuff running out of me the whole hour.  It went 
in the zip-lock bag when the bell rang.

"I want to call your attention to the page of the handout that talks 
about the weekly presentation.  This is part of the attempt in this class 
to challenge AP students and make it more fun.  A small group of students 
delves into the subject a little deeper, then gives a presentation or 
acts out some historic scene," Mr. Siever said looking mostly at us four 
naked students.  "This week's topic is prehistoric man.  Since pre-
history occurred pre-clothing, our Program participants are assigned to 
do the first presentation in class on Friday.  

"Don't worry.  This isn't for your humiliation.  I am trying to make good 
use of your participation in a way that fits the subject.  There will be 
extra credit to any student who does the presentation in their Program 
week - provided that the nudity of the Program is worked into the 
presentation in an historical and entertaining manner.  Simply reciting 
in the nude or doing a skit in the nude that does not include nudity as 
some part of the subject is not sufficient."

He answered questions about the class outline, gave suggestions about 
working nudity into historical context and went over his expectations for 
the two term papers we would be doing.  He also assigned reading of the 
first two chapters of the text for tomorrow.  All the first day stuff was 
covered and he was starting to talk about prehistoric man when the bell 
rang.

This was the start of sixth lunch.  Those of us who already had lunch got 
study time for a half hour.  I read the English and history assignments.  
The first chapters are introductory and don't have questions at the end.  
I read the questions at the end of the second chapters and sort-of 
answered them in my mind.  The questions get another visit later.

The class change to math was another short trip that took a long time.  
With all the posing, butt strokes and questions, I needed almost the 
whole time to go across the hall.  It was the guy fingering my pussy who 
ran me past the warning bell.  I did not want him to stop.  Emily had a 
nice time with her boobs changing hands three times that I noticed.  Even 
the looks of the algebra teacher couldn't pry the smile off her face.  
Dan and Kelly each got touched - more like examined than jacked off, 
though.  They got more excited and I wondered whether either of them 
would go for the relief.

The AP algebra class accelerates two years into one.  The teacher is Ms 
Grisom.  She's in her forties I guess, with grey streaks in her hair.  
She's small and very thin with a thin sharp-featured face and dark 
circles under her eyes.  I know I did a double take when I saw her and I 
think my partners did, too.  She could have, but didn't seem to shake the 
built-up arousal from any of us.  This teacher wanted to get right into 
the subject, but she touched on the Program first.

"There isn't much Algebra can do with the Program.  I will regularly call 
on students to work problems at the board without regard to nudity.  Be 
assured there won't be any preference nor immunity for Program 
participants.  I'm sure you've read the articles from other places where 
the Program has been running for a while.  I suppose we could calculate 
the volume of cylinders that approximate breasts, but ... nevermind," she 
tried to joke looking directly at me.

Damned flat boobs.  I'm sure she was trying to make a joke, but it was at 
my expense.  The other students took offense, too.  Nobody laughed.  Ms 
Grisom moved right along to relief.  Neither of the boys felt like they 
needed any just then.

Ms Grisom went through the syllabus and book ritual with remarkable 
efficiency and then introduced us to our dearest friends in this class - 
x and y.  She did that with professional competence and just enough humor 
to keep it interesting.  The homework assignment was the first three 
chapters.  That is an accelerated course, after all.

That class ended and we vanished.  I had my book bag full and didn't even 
stop at my locker.  PE and volleyball tryouts were next.  The gym is as 
far from the ninth grade cluster as you can get in that school.  We were 
not gonna be late, so we didn't give anyone a chance to make requests.  
Besides, I was horny enough with anticipation of seeing all those 
football players' packages being tucked into their jockstraps and asses 
bent over to pull up shorts.  That's what I expected of the boy's locker 
room.



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