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Naked In School: About Ron
 Copyright 2005 by silli_artie@hotmail.com
 This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the
prior express written permission of the author.  A work of
fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not an
adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.  Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else.  I welcome constructive
comments.  Enjoy.

Wednesday Afternoon

Ron

I was really hungry when I got to lunch.  I spent almost all P.E.
in the pool swimming laps for Coach Tatman.  And I didn't miss
those Senior girls at all!  I swam, showered, and got lunch.

Gloria sat next to me and gave me a hug.  Two of the swim team
joined us.

"Hey, thanks for being at the door this morning," I told them.

"No problem -- we'll be there the rest of the week," Danny said,
"Nobody's going to give you shit."

I shook my head.  "It's the Junior kids I worry about."

Danny nodded.  "Yeah, they're clueless."

I was looking around for Gwen.  I'd seen her a little while
swimming.  She should have been here by now.

I saw her coming into the cafeteria.  Something had happened -- I
got up.  "I'll be right back," I told folks.

She was dazed and flushed, not really there.  "What's the matter?
 Can I help?" I asked.

She was holding a tray.  "Uh, n... no.  I'm okay."

I shook my head.  "You don't look okay to me.  I'll stay with you
for a while.

I walked through the line with her.  "What happened?  Can you
tell me?"

She really blushed at that, and shook her head.

"Gwen, if you can't tell me, you need to tell Ms. Kelsey."

She trembled.  If I hadn't caught her tray, she would have dumped
it.

As I led Gwen back to the table, Kevin came in.  A bunch of guys
started making mooing noises, and Kevin turned red.

"Hey!  Stop it!" I yelled at the guys.

One of them said, "Why?  Just paying him back."

"He doesn't need it -- nobody needs it," I told them.

The guy shook his head.  "Okay, if that's what you want."

"It is."

I sat Gwen down next to me, so she was on one side of me and
Gloria was on the other.

"What was that noise about?" Gloria asked.

"You started it," one of the swim guys said to me.

"How?" I asked.

"You called him a cow yesterday morning."

I was confused.  "I called him baka -- fool."

The guy shrugged.  "Sounds a lot like Mexican for cow."  He made
a cow chewing face, moving his mouth with a blank stare.  It sure
did look a lot like Kevin.  Some kids laughed.

"Well, he doesn't need it.  Nobody does," I told them.

We ate.  I tried to get Gwen to talk, but she wouldn't.  Even
Gloria leaned over and asked quietly, "What happened?"

Gwen had that hard look on her face, that and she was blushing,
obviously something happened.

"You need to talk to Ms. Kelsey, or Ms. Foster," I whispered to
her.

"Yeah," Gloria added.  "Want me to come with?"

Gwen shook her head and bolted from the table!

"Shit, what got into her?" one of the swim folks said.

"She's cute," another added.

I turned and looked at Gloria, and when I did, she smiled and
moved closer.  That made me smile too.


Gloria

I like looking at him.  I like holding him even more, feeling
skin against skin.

One of the swim guys asked him, "Hey, don't you swim at the
country club?"

Ron answered.  "Yeah.."  He was eating more of those tasteless
soybean things.

One of the girls broke in, "We're having a barbeque Saturday
afternoon, after a bunch of us swim.  You want to join us?  We
can see how good you really are.  At least swimming..."

I didn't like the tone of her voice; I moved closer to Ron.

Ron smiled.  "Sure."

Then he turned to me.  "Want to come with me?"

I caught my breath.  "Are you, like, asking me on a date?"

He smiled and nodded his head.  "Yes.  Will you be my date
Saturday?"

I threw my arms around him and kissed him!  And I didn't care
what noises those swim jocks and jockettes made!

Later he told me he'd be getting out a little early today, as his
Japanese teacher had something going on.  That was fine with me
-- I'd leave a few minutes early and meet him at the back door. 
More time for us!


Beverly

Joyce wanted to see me after sixth period.  I was somewhat
surprised to see Ellen in Joyce's office when I got there.  "Hi,
Ellen," I greeted her, then looked to Joyce.  "What's up?"

Joyce raised her eyebrows.  "You'd better close the door."

I did, and took a seat.  Ellen didn't look too flustered, so I
guessed it wasn't bad.  But you never know -- kids teach us new
things all the time.

"Okay," I started out.

"It's about Gwen," Joyce said.

That puzzled me.  "Gwen?  Not Ron, the Junior kids, or even
Kevin?"

Ellen shook her head.  "Gwen came to my office about halfway
through lunch.  Luckily, Dr. Nguyen was visiting; she was a big
help.  Poor Gwen -- she's so confused; she's been hit with so
much, so quickly."

"Explain," was all I could say.

Joyce shook her head slowly.  "What would you guess Gwen's level
of sexual experience is, or was before this week?"

The implications were frightening.  "Well, we can never be sure
-- remember Tracy from two years ago -- but on the whole, I'd say
she was inexperienced, even naive; she admitted to being a virgin
early in the week -- is she still?"

Joyce nodded.  "Oh, I think so.  But she's had quite an awakening
this week, wouldn't you say?"

"Of her own doing, for the most part -- but yes, between Ellen's
demonstration yesterday and Dana's 'apology' this morning, she's
most definitely more aware of her own sexuality."

Ellen spoke up.  "She has 5th Period P.E. -- from what she told
me, Peggy and her ..."

"Oh God," I muttered.

"At least they're equal-opportunity," Ellen said as she
continued.  "From what Gwen..."

"What?" I interrupted again.  "Equal opportunity?"

Joyce filled me in.  "It seems they've been jumping Ron in the
locker room the last two days."

I thought about Peggy and her group of friends.  "Nobody hurt? 
And was that 'jumping' or 'humping'?"

Ellen sighed and smirked.  "Both, and I don't think Ron, or any
boy would complain.  And no, they didn't hurt Gwen.  From what
she said, they got her off quite nicely at the beginning of
class, and then were much more thorough after class, in the
showers and by their lockers."

A shudder went through me.  To be grabbed and handled sexually by
a group of young, voluptuous women like that...

"And this afternoon?" I asked.

"Poor Gwen was about to fall apart, she was so confused," Ellen
picked up.  "It took us a while to get her calmed down.  Dr.
Nguyen administered a mild anti-anxiety agent, and also gave her
the contraceptive injection."

I raised my eyebrows at that.

Ellen shook her head.  "Protection in case she goes wild on us; I
don't think she will."

"From what Ellen said," Joyce explained, "before this week Gwen
had never experienced an orgasm -- by her hand or anyone else's.
Now she's had quite a few in a short period of time..."

"All from girls, women," I filled in the final blank.  And I'd
insisted on Dana giving her two...

"Yup," Ellen agreed.  "Could be a little confusing, no?"

"Could be damn confusing," I sighed as I sat back.  Visions of
Peggy, Donna, who was the other one -- Meegan?  Visions of their
naked, slippery bodies in the shower...

"I'm speaking to Peggy and her clique tomorrow morning," Joyce
said, bringing me back to reality.

"Suggesting what?" I inquired.

Joyce nodded.  "Primarily, I'm going to remind them to play nice
and ask first.  I'll remind them that while 'relief' is
acceptable, intercourse and multiple intercourse is not 
acceptable.  Doctor Nguyen will also be here, and take samples to
test them for relevant sexually transmitted diseases."

I nodded, smiling.  "And district policy of course requires us to
inform the parents that we're doing that testing."

Joyce nodded.  "So their parents will get some idea of what their
little darlings are up to."

"Probably won't do any good long term, but it should slow them
down for a while," Ellen added pragmatically.

I frowned.  "That means you also have to contact Gwen's
parents..."

Ellen and Joyce looked at each other.

Joyce nodded.  "That's a problem.  Guess we just threaten on that
one."

"How do we help Gwen?  How is she doing?  What's happening with
Ron and Gloria?"

Ellen said, "We sent Gwen off to 7th period -- she was pretty
calm and collected -- medication.  Yes, she has some things to
work out on her own.  As to Ron, I get the feeling Ron is doing
okay -- Gloria seems to be pretty happy and pretty close to
him."

Joyce sighed.  "As to Gwen, we can be supportive, try to explain,
be here for her."

I nodded.  "In other words, you're leaving that part up to me as
her teacher."

Ellen nodded and put a hand on my shoulder.

Joyce offered, "We're always here to help, dear -- you know
that."

I managed a smile.  "Thanks a lot."

We all managed to laugh a little.

"So who do we have on deck for next week, or should I wait?"  We
had our regular planning session for the next week's Program
participants later in the afternoon.

"Kevin and Jeremy have been mentioned a few times," Ellen said.

"Why Jeremy?" I asked, "Or do I want to know?"

"He's been recommended by a number of the Angels," Joyce offered
with a smile.

"I don't have a problem with Jeremy; I'll want to review his file
of course, but I want to wait a while on Kevin."

"Why?" Ellen asked.

"The weather is too good right now," I replied honestly.


Gwen

I didn't feel bad about missing history; I felt a lot better
after talking to Ms. Rhodes and Dr. Nguyen.  The shots she gave
me probably helped as well, that and resting for a while.  I
still wasn't sure what was happening.

But I was sure of some things, like homework and classwork. 
Somehow, I made it through class.

Once the bell rang, I knew I had to get to the back door -- for
Ron, and for those junior kids.

Damn!  When I got to the door, the two junior kids were huddled
inside.  I walked outside to where the clothes boxes were.  Ron's
was empty; the rest were there, including mine.

A bunch of hyenas were there too, skulking, waiting.  I looked
around and saw a teacher, I think it was Mr. Madsen, standing on
the grass about thirty feet away, looking off towards the parking
lot.  Hell of a lot of good he was doing!

"Get lost," I told the hyenas.

"Who sez?" yowled one.  "It's public property," snarled another
as they milled closer.

I put my hands on my hips.  "I said so!" I said loudly, maybe
even loud enough for Madsen to hear.

"And so do we!" said voices behind me!

I glanced around and saw a girl and a tall boy, both wearing
letterman's jackets - swimmers.

"Scram!" they yelled to the hyenas.

And what do you know, they did!

We helped get the juniors out, dressed, and on their way.

I wasn't even half dressed when it happened.  I knew Mom was
taking my brother to a doctor's appointment and wouldn't be home
until late.  I had to go home on my own.  I just started shaking.
 I didn't know what to do.


Gloria

Oh, God, he feels so good!  I was half-asleep, half-awake with
Ron curled up at my side, not really sucking on me.

The way we walked to my place you would have thought we were
normal; we even held it together until we got upstairs to my
room.  Then we were naked in a flash and in bed.

I was so hot and wet; he was so hard!  And that first touch of
skin against skin feels so good!  I wanted his mouth, his hands
all over me, and I especially wanted his cock deep inside me.  I
came so quick after he slid into me!  And I came again just
before he did.  It's so cool the way he like stiffens up just
before he comes -- I grabbed his tight ass and pulled him in
deeper and he moaned and came, filling me up.

God, just thinking about it makes me hot again.  I could feel my
nipples getting tight.  We sort of slipped apart after he came,
but I held him close to me.  He started sucking and that's how we
drifted off.

I moved his head around a little and he started sucking again. 
That's so cool -- hold his head and he moans and sucks more.  And
oh my tit likes that, getting tight in his mouth!  A little
squeeze and he sucks -- oh, keep doing that, baby -- oh God, I'm
going to come...


Tom Doherty

"How's she doing?" I asked my wife when she came downstairs.

We hugged; she sighed into my shoulder.  "She's resting.  So much
happening at once..."

We sat down, holding hands.  I didn't have to ask with my voice.

She sighed and shook her head.  "When I got home with Gary, the
two kids from the swim team were here waiting.  They brought her
home and the girl put her to bed.  Oh Tom -- I'm so proud and so
scared...  They said she's really helping this week, not only
with Ron, but with the two Junior kids who are in the
Program..."

"But what happened?" I asked.

She shook her head, then smiled.  "When the kids got to the back
door of the school, where students in The Program undress in the
morning and dress at the end of the day, our little girl was
singlehandedly holding off a bunch of kids waiting to savage the
Juniors.  The girl -- Tina -- said she'd never seen someone
looking so protective and so determined..."

I held my wife's hands.  "I know where she gets that..."

She sighed.  "Yes...  The three of them got the Junior kids taken
care of, then Gwen got dressed.  She just started shaking, and
when they held her, she started to cry.  They held her for a
while, then brought her home and put her to bed.  Tina stayed
with her until she was asleep, then came downstairs."

"Two more good kids," I suggested.

My wonderful wife nodded.

"Did she say anything?"

"Just that she's tired and wants to rest.  I offered to take her
some soup, but she said she'll come down if she's hungry."

"Is she going to keep this up the rest of the week?"

She looked at me, smiling wistfully.  "What do you think?"

"That if she has half the determination of her mother, she will,
no matter what we say or do to try and discourage her.  So how do
we support her?"

She shook her head.  "Tom, I wish I knew...  This is her
battle."

I held her close.  "I love you," I whispered.  Our little girl
was growing up.


Ron

Sitting in the restaurant next to Gloria, our hands met, and when
they did, we both sighed.  Her dad's phone had gone off, and he
stepped away from the table to take the call.

"I'm glad we finished dinner," she said.

"Why?"

She shook her head.  "He probably has to go in.  He'll drop us
off."  She looked at me hungrily.  "Want me to tuck you in?"

"That would be nice," I admitted.

Holding her hand, I didn't feel as confused.  When I woke up
earlier in the afternoon, after he second time we made love, I
was so confused.  No, I was scared!  I woke to the sound of a
man's voice, calling for Gloria.  I freaked out, and if she
hadn't squeezed me and held me, I don't know what I'd have done
-- jumped out a window?  Back in Japan, if I'd been caught with
someone, like Hitomi or Risa, I'd have ended up as fish bait...

But I wasn't in Japan any more.  And I didn't know who I was any
more.  When we got to the restaurant, a Mexican place, Gloria's
dad spoke to the people in Mexican.  The waitress looked at me
and spoke to me in Mexican, too.  But I'm not Mexican, even
though I guess I look like it.  And I'm not Japanese, even though
I look like that, too, and thought I felt Japanese.

Who am I?  Hamada-san keeps asking, and I don't have an answer.


Gloria

I squeezed Ron's hand again.  It's spooky, when he sighs and gets
 far away like that.  But I know what to do...


Doctor Don Saunders

"Hi, beautiful -- hope I didn't interrupt too badly," I said,
juggling the phone and the turn signals as I drove to the
hospital.

"Not quite pandemonium -- what's up?"

"I just dropped the kids, and I'm on my way in.  It's our lucky
night --"

"I thought Pete was on call?" she interrupted.

"Oh, he is -- and it's his lucky night; he got three nasty cases
in quick succession, and doesn't think any of them are stable
enough to transport.  You'll undoubtedly be home before me."

"Wake me, darling," she told me.

I almost laughed.  If I had to crack a chest, I'd be exhausted,
and she knew it.  "I'll do my best."

"Well, wake me before you get in the shower and I'll put on some
perfume," she offered.

"Oh, thank you, love..."

"How's our Glorybug?" she inquired.

I had to laugh.  "Almost satiated.  I think I overheard her
offering to tuck someone in..."

She laughed with me.  "And how is Ron doing?"

I sighed.  "Darling, I don't know.  That's one very complex kid.
Once he starts talking, you know he's really bright.  What do you
know about him?"

"Oh, Don too much -- it's a sad story.  Abusive family -- his
step-father physically abused him, giving him the scars and a
ruptured spleen.  The step-father also killed Ron's mother and
eighteen month old baby sister.  Still locked up."

"Oh shit..."

"Yeah, but it gets better.  One side of the family takes care of
him and sends him to   Japan to live with aunt and uncle, Mormon
missionaries.  Two years ago, the other side pops up out of the
blue and goes to court demanding he be brought back to the
States, but none of them actually want to take care of him, they
just don't want the other side to have him.  He's in more-or-less
a holding pattern with the Delaneys while the battle wages around
him."

"What ever happened to the best interests of the child?" I asked
sarcastically.

"Indeed."

"So our Glorybug has adopted a wounded puppy?"

"Don't know if she realizes it, but I'll make sure she's aware
she needs to be careful."

Thinking about it...  "At dinner, even before dinner, she was
trying to brighten him up, ease him out of his shell, supporting
him."

"That's quite encouraging!  I need to run, dear."

"I can almost see your office window -- I'll wave as I go into
the parking garage.  Love you."

"Love you, too."


Gloria

Walking home from Ron's place, I should have put more tissues in
my panties; I was leaking.  Shit, I should have used a paper
towel!  But it felt so good!  It felt so good to get him on his
back and ride him, squeeze him!  And afterwards, holding him
close and letting him suck himself to sleep...  I wanted to stay
there with him, in his arms like we'd done in the afternoon.

That had been weird, when daddy got home.  I woke suddenly, but
Ron!  I was lucky I was still wrapped around him and had a tit in
his mouth!  I thought he was going to jump out of the bed!  But
my door was closed, and daddy was cool, even when I said that we
would be down in a while...

Oh shit -- someone's home!

"Hi, Glorybug," mom called out as I tried closing the door
quietly.

"Ah, hi mom," I answered, waling into the kitchen.

"Get him tucked in?" she asked.

I didn't know what to say...

But she opened her arms.  "Oh, mommy," I whispered as we hugged.

"It's okay, Glorybug," she told me.

She got a glass of white wine; I poured myself a glass of diet
Pepsi.  Something told me there was another shoe waiting to
drop...

"Glorybug, we should talk," she told me.

Here it comes...  "Sure, mom."

She took my hand and walked us to the family room, sitting on the
couch.

"Gloria, do you know how Ron got his scars?" she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders.  "Not exactly, and I'm not sure I want
to know exactly.  Just that his stepdad did it to him."

She nodded.  "That's a start...  I just want to be sure you
realize Ron is carrying quite a bit of emotional baggage.  You
need to be quite careful with that boy, Gloria."

I nodded.  "I've heard you say it, but now I'm learning it --
some of those scars go far deeper than just the skin."

"He is quite vulnerable, sweetie..."

"And I could hurt him very, very much -- I know, mom...  That's
what makes it so scary!  I've never felt this way about someone
before!  I want to hold him and protect him...  The way he looks
when I hold him..."  I sighed.

She hugged me again.  "Be careful, Glorybug, for both of you."

"Oh, I will be mommy, I will be," I told her.


Jiichan and bachan -- grandpa and grandma

Simple concepts like "you" and "I" can get quite complicated in
Japanese, too. The basic word for "I" is "watashi," and this is
what is used in formal settings (also pronounced "watakushi").
Girls get a cute version of this word -- "atashi" -- and good
boys are supposed to use a boy's word for referring to one's
self, "boku." Rough and tough boys, as well as men who want to
project their manliness, will use the men's word "ore" (oh-rey)
for "I" -- Kenshiro, of Fist of the North Star, uses this term
exclusively. For "you," the formal word is "anata," but "kimi" (a
familiar word for use among friends) and another rough man's
word, "omae" (oh-MAH-eh), are also used depending on the
situation. A person's choice of what first- and second-person
pronouns he choose to use reveals much about his personality and
self-image. A cute little girl will use the term "atashi" or
"watashi" and play with Licca-chan dolls; a girl who is a
rebellious tomboy might use the boy's word "boku" to the disdain
of her parents; and young boys, such as my son, will rebel
against his parents by using the word "ore."

Deka -- huge, as in deka melon -- 


Work in Progress Rev 10/15/2004

Naked in School: About Ron
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www


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