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Title: Alandra Naked in School - Tuesday (13942 words)
	
Author: Tenyari
Part: 2
Universe: Naked in School
Keywords: exhib, voy, naked, ff, mf
Summary: School troublemaker Alandra Cabrera finds herself 
forced to attend school naked after she is drafted into a new 
sweeping social program.
Copyright: March 28, 2004 - all rights reversed.

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY

This story is based around the Naked in School series. See the 
Monday chapter for information on finding previous episodes in 
the series.

Archived at:

	http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/tenyari/www/ 
If you find this elsewhere, check above to get the most current 
version.
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	Tuesday morning came and I realized I hadn't done any 
homework. Not that I had much, just some pages to read for 
Civics class. With my luck and my current condition I'd get 
called up to recite the major points of it all...

	I had some time, so I decided to give that pamphlet on the 
Program a good look. I'm not much for reading, but this looked 
to be something I'd better get a grip on. I found it down in the 
living room, next to the fish tank. Pa'd done a bunch of diagrams 
- trying to connect the points and find the conspiracy I suppose. 
Kinda made me wonder if he'd forgotten to take his meds last 
night. The last section was what I really wanted, where they went 
into those 'Reasonable Requests'. It started with a full page 
spread of a girl I remembered from last year -I think she's a 
senior now too, but she's not in my track-. She was standing there 
with her hands over her head, her breasts pushed out, and her 
legs spread wide. A boy was fingering her pussy. People said it 
was her fault the Program got so sexual to begin with, she set the 
bar for us all or something, but I figured they'd planned it this 
way. It all read pretty much like I expected. Reasonable seemed 
to stop just short of fucking. 'Penetration with a sexual organ' as 
the pamphlet called it. That and oral sex. They could demand just 
about anything else, though a girl who was a virgin could keep 
free of 'other forms' of penetration, which wasn't as clearly 
defined as it should'a been. If the boys got their hands on this, I 
could be in for an assault of dildos by the end of the week...

	

	At least it had a section on hygiene. After that one kid on 
Monday with the greasy hands, and given metal shop class; I'd 
need some veto power. Maybe this would finally get some of the 
boys to learn what a shower was.

	One interesting note, as far as I could tell, fucking and 
oral sex where allowed -anywhere but during class- you just 
couldn't be made to do it. Oh... I think you could do it as part of 
relieving a boy, and maybe as a class exercise. That all wasn't so 
clear. The readable part ended with a note about sex education 
classes being under special rules not covered in the pamphlet -
that made me wonder what we were in for in Biology. After that, 
I found about 5 pages of confusing legal mumbo jumbo with 
about a million circles and diagrams by Pa all over it... Even if I 
could'a understood it, Pa's notes made it unreadable. I guess Pa's 
right about one thing, in the end it all comes back to the lawyers.

	

	I had to decide on what to wear. A strange thing to 
consider since it'd be off me the moment I hit campus. So I 
thought about the day. May wanted to hit the mall, and she'd 
probably try to get me to go nude, but I'd probably be sick of it 
by the time school got out. I choose a half top shirt and a short 
skirt. No underwear, so even if I did manage to keep my skirt 
after school, I could still flash it when I chose to. No shoes 
though, it actually felt nice to feel the ground under my feet, 
even if it was mostly concrete.

	

	The twins came down in matching jeans, black shirts, and 
red bandanas tied in their hair. "Yo you try'n to look like 
wannabe Nortenos or something? You're gonna have to take 
those out at school, Harrison'll think it's gang colors..."

	"What-ever..." Rosa said. They didn't change. Good thing 
this wasn't California, or they'd learn about faking gang colors 
hard.

	Pa came down and had some toast with coffee. I kept an 
eye out, counting his pills. He took both sets, so I figured he was 
just being Pa with all those notes. I didn't say anything.

	We left before Pa, he always went work 'bout an hour 
after we went to school. The twins and I walked to school and 
met up with Rick on the way over.

	"Nice threads A.C. But why bother?" Rick asked.

	I twirled the skirt for him and shrugged. "May 'n me are 
gonna hit the mall today."

	"Be careful, she's trouble these days..." Rick said, making 
me wonder if he knew what happened to us over summer 'cause 
of Rubin's birthday.

	"Yeah... huh." Was all I said as we walked to school.

	

	We met May at the bungalow. She came early to 
'entertain the troops' and was out there posing for a small crowd 
of freshmen. She stopped to wave when she saw us coming.

	True to their word, the clothes box was there, outside the 
bungalow. Some kids where standing around or leaning against 
the wall, waiting for victims. When I approached a few of the 
freshmen moved in for a good look, but everyone else backed off 
-knowing better than to anger me.

	"Hey Alandra." One boy nodded over, familiar looking 
but not enough to know his name. I think he was in metal shop 
with me.

	"Ain't she the girl with the shaved cunt?" One idiot 
behind me called out, before getting shoved forward by his 
friends. His chest came into contact with my palm, but I didn't 
bother turning to look at him. Rick stared the kid down as I 
began to undress.

	"You boys can watch, and I'll think about maybe a little 
more, but don't get pushy." I said.

	"Come on A.C., its all good fun." May called out as she 
came up beside me.

	"I'm surprised May." Looking her over I found May 
bottomless as always, yet wearing a thin pink sweater that she 
proceeded to peel off. "Why do you bother?"

	May smiled at me and shrugged before running off to 
dance for some boys before the bell caught up with us.

	"That's May for you." I heard Rubin say from behind 
before I was grabbed in a bear hug that somehow seemed to 
focus on squeezing my tits.

	I squirmed free of Rubin and spun around. "Hey we gotta 
get to class."

	

	First period was me, Rubin, and May in study hall. 
Fatima was there waiting for us. That's "one of those classes they 
make because the government puts more money in prisons than 
school", or so Pa says. Way I see it though, there's a teacher in 
here watching us, but he don't say shit even though he gets paid 
either way. So there's gotta be some other reason.

	Mr. Jackson was the man in charge, and he just had us 
introduce ourselves and talk about our summers. He had us all 
call him Donald. He was the portly sort, and came glued to a 
steaming cup of coffee that was making me and May thirst in his 
direction. A fact not lost on him, though I think he got the wrong 
idea as to why, giving how we were the only naked kids in the 
class.

	"Alandra, May; do you..." He blushed and looked at 
something on a clipboard. "Oh. Only boys, well then... Is... is 
there something..."

	"Nah, we're ok." May said.

	"Shit I could use a smoke and a cup o' Joe." I said.

	"Eh-hm... Language Alandra..." Mr. Jackson said.

	"Oh shit! I mean... oops. Sorry..." I rolled my eyes but he 
ignored it. Some teachers went on this whole respect power trip 
if you rolled your eyes, but Don seemed cool, I figure he only 
cared about the words 'cause he had to.

	When it came around to us, May talked about going 
bottomless all summer, how seeing the Program last year and the 
new laws had changed her life. She went on this grand speech 
about it till I reached over and tweaked her nipple, Rubin 
matching me on the other side. "Ow!" she called out, then fake 
slapped us as Fatima looked on in horror.

	"So Alandra, since you were so eager to interrupt; what'd 
you do over the summer?" Mr. Jackson asked.

	"Nut'n much. Just hanging out with the gang." I said.

	"Any thoughts on this Program?" He asked.

	I shrugged. "It's kinda weird, sometimes I like it, but 
sometimes it's a pain." I said.

	It was nice having a class we could chat in, but I took the 
rest of the time to read for my civics class instead. I had to read 
those ten pages on the Program. There was some pretty fucked 
up shit in there, the kind of stuff my Pa would come up with 
from the looks of it.

	"What'cha reading?" May leaned over and asked.

	"Civics class. It's on the Program." I said.

	"You? Doing homework? You ok A.C.?" she said.

	"I don' wanna look stupid if I get called up. Probably will 
what with all this." I gestured over my naked body.

	

	Before class got out I asked Fatima if she still wanted to 
meet us at the cafe after school. She seemed nervous so I told her 
where to find us at lunch. "We kinda stand out."

	"I can see that." She said, looking at me and May while 
trying not to -look- at us.

	"Not for that reason, but yeah, it certainly helps." I said.

	The halls, like always, were a mess of people trying to 
grope the naked kids.

	"Hey I washed my hands." Someone said.

	"Huh?" I looked around, not placing at first. It was the 
boy from Monday, with the greasy hands. I grabbed his hand 
away and looked it over. "That you did, well I suppose it -is- a 
reasonable request." I wasn't really feeling horny just yet. 
Spooked was more like it, after reading that civics pamphlet. Just 
the same I stood with my legs apart and my hands wrapped 
behind my neck. He ran his hands over me.

	"Wow, you're really smooth. A lot softer than I 
expected." He said.

	"What do you mean?" I asked.

	"Well you guys have a rep after all..." he said.

	"Don't believe everything you hear." I said.

	"You shave it everyday?" He asked.

	"I try; otherwise it's not so smooth, itches." I said.

	"What's this like?" He asked, pulling on my clit ring.

	"Don't tug on it like that." I pushed his hand away. "I like 
it, it keeps me sensitive, and it looks pretty." I said.

	"Go figure." He said. "I'm Calvin by the way; see ya 
'round." And we separated. I pushed through a small crowd and 
made my way to Civics. By the time I got there I'd been touched 
in so many publicly private ways I was worked up despite my 
mood.

	

	This time I wasn't first to class, but near last. Despite that
I actually did get to sit down, between Kevin and Max. We 
usually sit in the back, but Kevin said there wasn't anything left. 
Wouldn't matter much this week -I expected to get called up 
again all week- but it would after that. Mrs. Jacobs did roll call 
and moved a few people around as she had us put all the desks in 
a circle with the middle of the room bare. "We'll leave it like that 
for the rest of the semester. This class is going to be about 
discussion. Ms. Cabrera; why don't you come up here and sit on 
my desk again?" With that she moved to the side and stood next 
to a podium. I shrugged and got into place.

	"I want to start the class today talking about rules, and the 
consequences of breaking them. I'm sure most of you have 
noticed this." She said this as she pushed my labia apart and 
framed my clit ring for the class. "Is this a violation of the totally
nude policy, or of the school dress code? If it is, why can the 
naked students still wear shoes?" She looked around the room 
and Kevin raised his hand.

	"Yes Mr. Douglas?" she said.

	"I think it's beautiful, and plenty of people have earrings, 
so I don't see any problem." He said as Mrs. Jacobs moved on to 
a girl -Laura- on the right side of the room.

	"Isn't there a sanitary issue though? Doesn't the school 
dress code ban nose and tongue piercings? That's certainly a 
whole lot more -personal-."

	"Good points both of you. Alandra, do you have any 
opinion?" She asked.

	"Isn't the point of all this to be more sexually open? I read 
those ten pages you gave out, that was pretty big in there." I had 
to get that in so she didn't think I was slacking. "This makes me 
pretty sensitive, even before I took my clothes off, it tended to 
get me worked up. The dress code don't say anything about 
piercings that are usually under our clothes, and my pamphlet for 
the program said I could keep my earrings on. I know Mr. 
Harrison had issues with it, but I don't see the problem. If 
anything it only helps me 'get with the Program'".

	The class went on like that, she moved through the dress 
code for clothed students and the code for naked students, trying 
to get us to discuss the parts that seemed to be in conflict. So this 
is what civics was all about... I was learning not to just object to 
stuff, but to figure out why it was wrong, and what I oughta do 
about it. Some of the kids though, I could see it was the first time 
anybody had ever asked them to question anything -much less an 
adult doing it. And if the reading she'd given us was any clue; 
she was using the new Holy Grail of education to do it. If she 
didn't put a spin on all this she'd probably be out of here soon.

	

	On the way to Writing class I couldn't avoid the hands, 
they were everywhere. On my boobs, up my cunt, even in my ass 
once -gotta wonder about some people. Something about this 
time of day and me just wasn't right. Yesterday I'd skated 
through the crowds despite wanting it bad, today I was spooked 
over the Civics lesson and I couldn't keep the hands off me.

	

	So by the time I made it to Writing I felt like a frustrated 
bitch in heat. I beat Sandra, but not Ray. I'd seem a girl with her 
hands on him just before he'd stepped in -ahead of me. Good. 
She'd run away giggling, leaving him frustrated -even better. 
When I sat down I reached under and across the desk and gave 
his dick a good squeeze. "My turn today." I said with a wink.

	"Yes Ma'am." He said with a nervous smile. Sandra came 
in just then, her eyes following my withdrawing hand. She glared 
daggers at me as she sat down.

	"Thanks for the shower." She said. "Henry's pretty 
talented."

	The little bitch would get hers, but not today. We all 
looked up to Mr. Turner, who I could've sworn was wiping drool 
from his face. "Ray needs relief." I said, grabbing his dick again.

	"Well..." Mr. Turner said, gesturing to a chair by his 
desk. Ray got up and I followed him to the front. He sat in the 
chair, but I pulled him forward. My tits were on fire from the last 
guy to feel me up in the hall, so I had an idea I'd seen in a porn 
flick. I squeezed them together 'round his cock and tried to jack 
him off, but it was a lot harder than it seemed in the movies. Ray 
didn't seem to notice the trouble; he was trying to pump away 
into my tits.

	"Woohoo! Right on A.C.!" I heard from the class 
somewhere. I grinned back and gave a good Marilyn kiss, then 
went back to work. I was just thinking that this wasn't really all it 
was made out to be -I've sensitive boobs, but this just wasn't 
doing it- when Ray shot a little spurt out onto my chin.

	"Oh yeah..." he said. I pulled back and finished him off 
one handed, letting him cum all over my chest. Mr. Turner 
looked like he wanted to clap; the class just hollered and did so 
anyway. I wiped myself down with some tissues and followed 
Ray to our seats. Sandra gave me a nasty look, so I pushed up 
and shook my boobs for the class, then sat down.

	"Well, so class begins..." Mr. Turner said. "I trust that 
was educational in some manner. Now I'd like to break you all 
down into groups of..." He counted heads. "Seven it looks like 
and we'll go over ideas for the paragraphs and poems I assigned 
yesterday." He split us up, one naked student in each of three 
groups. The kids in my group each read off their paragraph, 
when it came to me I realized I hadn't written anything, so I just 
shrugged.

	"I forgot -this Program has my mind on other things."

	"I'll bet it does." Saul Jackson said with a leering look at 
my pussy.

	"You better write somethin' A.C., it's due by end of 
class." Mary Blyne said. So I sat there for the rest of class 
coming up with something quick and fending off questions about 
the program. I could see Mr. Turner watching me, and shaking 
his head when he thought I didn't notice. They always think I'm 
stupid, or don't want to learn. They just don't know what it's like, 
and I wasn't really lying -this Program did have me a little off my 
game.

	Still, I got my piece done, writing a little thing on how 
Mr. Harrison found my clit ring.

	

	After writing I was off to gym, getting well felt up along 
the way - that got me cooled into a mellower turned on state from 
where I'd been after civics and the goof up in writing. I stopped 
long enough to let Ricky Montico finger me off to a nice smooth 
cum.

	I sped through the lockers and stepped into the 
Gymnasium -being barefoot and naked I didn't have anything but 
my book bag to drop, and I wasn't up for fucking any of the boys 
who offered. Something was going on; the class had almost twice 
as many people as before, with 12 new boys all in jock straps, 
and a new girl - naked like the rest of us had to be for 
gymnastics. Ms. Moore was looking at her clipboard and 
scratching her head.

	She looked up and told us to all sit in a circle on one of 
the mats. I called out "Why're they wearing straps?" pointing to 
the new boys.

	"I was just getting to that." She said. "We've had a bit of 
an upset class, the wrestling class and gymnastics classes were 
under enrolled, and" she looked over her clipboard again "it 
looks like Mr. Jackson is taking an unscheduled leave of the 
school."

	'Fired huh?' I thought. He must've pissed off Ms. Magante 
and her Program people.

	"So the school has decided to mix the courses. I was on a 
girl's wrestling team myself when I was your age," she looked 
over at the new girl "so I suppose I'm qualified."

	One of the guys in our class piped up "I didn't know they 
even had a class for wrestling."

	A boy in a strap said "Beginning, if we do well, we might 
make the team next year -before this that is." He shrugged, but 
also shot a dagger look at the new girl. I think I had an idea what 
caused Mr. Jackson to leave...

	"So why the straps?" I asked again.

	"Um... Well, we don't want any 'accidental' penetrations." 
Ms. Moore replied. "Mixed athletic events may be nude now, but 
high contact sports like wrestling still allow the jock strap as an 
option."

	"So they can take 'em off?" I asked.

	She looked at her clipboard again, flipped a few pages, 
and then said "Yes -if both contestants agree. Apparently full 
nudity gives both an extra 'Advancement' and 'Team' point - 
harder to get a handle."

	"Well, I can think of one thing to grab onto." Sandra said, 
causing nervous laughs from all the boys.

	"What about us?" One of the boys in my class asked.

	"When you wrestle, you can wear a strap, on Gymnastics 
days, its full nudity for everyone. Soon as I call roll we'll go get 
new straps for all of you. The school's paying for uniforms now - 
as most events don't even allow them."

	With roll called from two separate lists, I noticed there 
were three absences on the wrestling side; two boys and a girl. 
None on our side, ever since the Program started absences for 
anything were rare; nobody wanted to miss the naked kids, and 
nobody wanted to be drafted in midweek to join them. Then she 
had us all do our basic stretches while she took the boys from 
gymnastics and got jock straps for them. Apparently today the 
whole class would do wrestling. First she had us all pair off in 
boy - girl groups, and I noticed all the wrestling boys avoided the 
new girl. Everybody stayed away from me. Ever since that fight 
in freshmen year people gave me room for stuff like this, and 
after the rumor last year that I'd knifed a kid across town -which 
was true by the way, little punk deserved it- I'd been given 
double space by all but the new kids.

	"Well this isn't working, why don't you two pair off 
then." Ms. Moore said. The poor girl looked at me in terror, and 
she had more muscles than half the boys.

	I just shrugged and said "Hey its class, I won't bite, too 
hard."

	Ms. Moore had us get into an assortment of basic 
positions, and I figured out pretty quick why Kevin used to call it 
a faggot sport - till I kicked his ass for using that word. I was 
getting a faceful of this girl's cunt with every twist and turn we 
went through. I could feel her breath on me down there, and it 
was getting me all hot and bothered. When I looked around, I 
could see the whole class was worked up, and we weren't even 
really wrestling -just posing.

	"Hey your ring is really nice, where'd you get it?" 
Melinda, the girl I was paired with, asked after a few minutes.

	"You like it? Purrfect Pussy -in the Mall- but watch out 
for Mr. Harrison." I said.

	"Why?" she asked.

	"He didn't like it... tugged at it when I stripped like he 
was gonna yank it out." I said.

	"Ouch." She said, but with my face in her pussy -Ms. 
Moore having us pose for a pin- I could see it make her wet -
interesting. Then I got a wicked idea, I checked to see nobody 
was looking and then I did it. I bent down just a fraction and 
licked my way down her slit, drinking up the building wet spot.

	She gasped and jerked under me, "Wo-aaah!"

	"Oops." I said, "I slipped a little, sorry 'bout that."

	She knew better, but she covered for me "So'kay. Kinda 
hard holding these." Ms. Moore let us all get up. We tried a few 
standing maneuvers, and then the class sat around to talk for a 
bit. We were gonna switch off everyday between the two 
courses, to keep things fair and balanced. After sitting there with 
a face full of pussy all day, none of the guys had any objections 
about getting thrown into a wrestling class, but a few girls did 
grumble and complain.

	End of class and shower time. Even though it was all 
mixed now, the girls and boys went to separate ends. Melinda 
walked over to the boys end, grabbed one of the gym guys when 
the wrestling boys all moved away from her, pulled him to a 
wall, leaned against it and got him to just start pounding into her 
pussy right then and there. He got real into it lifting her off the 
wall and carrying her around on his dick -but the whole time she 
had her eyes locked on me. I was a bit stunned, me of all people, 
but I got felt up by the two guys who'd been paired with each 
other. Sandra for her part looked at us both, tisked, and sucked 
off Henry. When he came, she pointed it at me so I had to re-
shower as she left. Melinda and I were both late getting out of 
there, but it was only lunch after that. She'd cum on that boys 
cock without ever getting his name, but I was just worked up like 
hell from two boys who'd not been good enough to get me off. 
All they'd managed was to splatter me, adding to Henry's mess.

	"Those wrestlers have clumsy fingers." She said, as we 
left for lunch.

	

	"Yeah... Well, see ya tomorrow." I said as we went our 
separate ways. I had to find my crowd. I was thinking of fucking 
Kevin right then -they say black guys have big cocks after all, 
funny I'd never seen his- but I put it aside as I found everyone in 
the quad.

	"Hey A.C., you look tense." May said.

	"I need a fuck." I said... "Why can't I ask for relief, that's
what I wanna know."

	"Like, no shit man." She said. "I just -like- let em fuck me 
in the halls between classes. I've been fucked three times already 
today."

	"Like, God May, you're disgusting." Marcy said between 
sodas. "Hey A.C., what'cha think of this Program, now 'n your in 
it?"

	I rolled my eyes. "Everybody's getting off but me. Like 
I'm the one in this thing, when do I get my turn?"

	"Well you could just have at it." May offered, to nods 
from Rubin and Kevin. Only Marcy looked shocked, Rick was 
looking around for something.

	"Here." He said, handing me a hacky sack.

	"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" I asked.

	Rick shrugged. " I dunno, I figured, you know..." He 
pointed at my crotch, and then gestured a finger going in and out 
of an ok sign.

	May, Marcy, and I just looked at him shaking our heads. 
"You need a girlfriend." Marcy said.

	"Doesn't he though..." May said, as I gave him back the 
hacky sack. "Like, just use your three best friends."

	I looked around confused till she held up three fingers 
pushed together and said it again. "Three best friends a girl has." 
And promptly began fingering herself -right there at our spot in 
the Quad.

	"God May, you've got like, no shame at all..." Marcy 
said.

	"That's why I'm the one getting off." She said, as she 
started building up a rhythm. I figured what the hell, and joined 
in with my own 'three best friends.'

	I think my eyes glazed over a bit, but not enough to miss 
Kevin, Rick, and Rubin drooling at us. Looking down, I knew 
why guys wore those baggy pants - I couldn't see a thing till 
Kevin shrugged and dropped his. "Wow Kev, you been hiding 
that on us all this time?" It was fairly nice, but it wasn't the 
biggest cock I'd seen. That belonged to Saul 'the horse' Peterson, 
who was over in some corner in an anime shirt arranging a pile 
of cards on a bench with his geek friends. He was probably the 
only kids in the whole place not watching us.

	As the three of us were getting into it, some girl I didn't 
know joined in lifting her skirt and pushing a boy's face into her 
crotch. Then another boy got up the guts to join Kevin -and in 
moments had a girl giving him a hand job- freeing him to return 
the favor. The three of us though, in our pack like that, nobody 
would touch us. That's when Marcy got this look in her eyes and 
just reached over and grabbed a hold of Kevin -jerking him off. 
'What the fuck?' I thought, but then I came. I could feel the day's 
tension drain from me as I worked my way down to a smooth 
landing with some slow steady caresses. When I looked around, I 
saw Harrison and Ms. Magante watching us from the cafeteria 
windows. She was pointing right at me and he was shaking his 
head. 'What..?' and Kevin shot his load, all over Marcy's arm and 
my leg.

	"Oops." He said. "Man I needed that. Thanks Marce."

	She just looked at her arm and said "Eww..."

	When I looked around again Harrison and Magante were 
gone. I saw about ten kids who'd joined in. That first boy was 
locked in a French kiss with the girl he was still working on -and 
who was stroking out a stream of cum from him right at that 
moment. Saul was over in his corner still oblivious and playing 
that geek card game.

	"What a waste of a good cock." May said, seeing who I 
was looking at.

	"Yeah like no shit... I gotta clean up." I said.

	"Me too." Marcy added.

	"See you in English." May said to Marcy.

	

	"What was that about?" I asked Marcy as we walked in 
the halls.

	She shrugged. "I dunno, when I saw it I just had to touch 
it. It was kinda fun."

	That's when we heard voices coming around the corner.

	"...just saying they make a good test case." She said.

	"They're troublemakers; you should see the file I have on 
those kids." He said, Harrison I think.

	"I have -remember. They're perfect. They match to an 
inner city profile, but out here we can control them better - learn 
what'll work when the Program goes national." She said as they 
started to round our corner.

	

	"Shit." I whispered as Marcy pulled me into an empty 
classroom.

	"Was that who I think?" she said.

	"Did you hear something?" Harrison said as they passed 
in the hall outside.

	"I don't think so..." she said, this close I pegged it for Ms.
Magante.

	"I think it was." I said. "I think they're talking about
us..."

	"Us?" Marcy said.

	"Yeah, you think she just happened to stop into Albatross 
yesterday? I keep catching her watching me too. Who else you 
think 'fits the inner city profile' in this school." I said as we 
stepped into the hall and made for the restroom.

	"Man A.C. you're sounding like your dad." Marcy said.

	"Yeah well... think about it." I said.

	

	We washed off. The girl with the skirt came in. "Shit, it's 
ruined." She said, looking over her cum stained skirt. "This wash 
out?"

	"Fuck if I know." I said. "Why'd you join us?"

	"I dunno, looked like fun." She said.

	"Just keep it wet, work some soap into it. If it sets, try 
some vinegar." Marcy said as I stared at her in surprise.

	"Thanks." The girl said.

	"Where'd you learn that?" I asked.

	"Three brothers... guess who does -like- ALL the 
laundry..." she said. "Didn't take too long to figure what all the 
spots in their t-shirts and underwear were."

	"Oh. Yeah..." I said, but that was just gross when I 
thought about it.

	"Well, it's too wet to wear now." The now skirtless girl 
said. She'd stripped down like May often went - t-shirt and no 
bottom, not even panties. She stuffed the skirt in her bag and left.

	"And so another May is born." Marcy said with a grin.

	"Looks like." I said, as the bell rang. "See you in math."

	"Yeah." Marcy said, as we split in the halls.

	

	 
	So I was off to Metal Shop -wouldn't that be fun- 
a pack of horny guys with no style and a teacher just looking for 
an excuse to get his hands on my pussy. And then there was 
Jennifer. Something just wasn't right about that girl and her 
family, and I'm not talk'n about the fact that I think she's a lezzie 
either -given my background I had no place having an issue with 
that. But the way she'd looked at me, and the stuff her brother'd 
tried with the dog...

	"Hey Alandra; looking good today." Jennifer said as I 
walked into the room. About half the class had beat me in, and 
she patted a stool next to her.

	"Hi." I said, taking the spot. I was pretty sure Mr. Carson 
would stick me with the boy he figured I'd be most likely to try 
and fuck at some point he could see, so there was no point 
avoiding her now.

	Sure enough Mr. Carson came in and had us pick partners 
out of a bag of names -but I caught him slip my name to a boy 
who turned out to be his nephew Raymond. Nobody else saw it, 
but Rick had shown us all that sort of thing back in sophomore 
year. Mr. Carson was an amateur, if I knew him better I'd set him 
up for poker with Rick, just to see his face when we took him for 
everything. Raymond wasn't so bad though, well-toned muscles 
on what I took for working class Anglo features. I could live with 
this, Jennifer didn't look too happy, but not too upset or anything. 
She got some guy I didn't pay much attention to.

	Raymond was the sort of guy who expects to do 
everything and have the girl sit around and coo at him and his 
greatness. I could tell he was having real trouble with that and his 
desire to see the naked girl get her move on. So I put it on. 
"What's a matter Ray, you drop this?" -Bend at the waist, not the 
knees; great way to get a guy to trip over his own feet. I'd 
dropped the nail anyway. By the end of class Raymond was a 
mess, it was fun, but I pick my fucks. I didn't like Carson trying 
to pimp me out.

	I let the first guy I found feel me up in the hall. "Hey Ray, 
looking for something?" I called out as he stopped and stared.

	I think I heard him mutter something like "Man, she -is- a 
bitch." As I walked off to Algebra. Whatever, like I care what he 
thinks.

	

	Marcy and Rick beat me to class; they were sitting with 
Fatima talking about something as I walked in. She tensed then 
forced a smile as she saw me. "Do you... Can you, um, get 
relief?" She asked.

	"Huh?" I said.

	"In history, just before this class, there was a boy." She 
paused. "It was so big... and she... when he asked for relief 
Jennifer was chosen, she used her mouth." Fatima said.

	"Girls can't ask for relief." I said "Did you read the 
pamphlet?"

	"Most of it, but father took it." She said. "My uncle and 
he argued for hours last night."

	I figured she was going through a lot just seeing us like 
this. "Hey, it's kinda fun though." I said. "We missed you at 
lunch."

	"I had to see the nurse." She said.

	Marcy's eyes got big and she said "You got the shot?"

	"That's a surprise." Rick said.

	"The shot?" She asked. "They wanted to see my 
immunization records." Fatima pointed out a Band-Aid on her 
arm. "We don't immunize for AIDS back home."

	I thought about that as class began. Pa once told me one 
of his 'friends' had died of AIDS.

	Naturally I was called up for 'chalkboard duty'. It's not 
easy writing that big, and I kept getting chalk on my breasts. 
Funny how that didn't happen when I had a shirt on. Mr. 
Dennison seemed to enjoy it. "You're my only naked student this 
week Alandra. It's too bad I can't keep you all day." Yeah I'm 
sure it is. He kept squirming in his chair. Other than that class 
went fine. Fatima said she'd meet us after school at the cafe to go 
to the Mall.

	

	I had chalk on me as I left, but no time to shower at the 
gym. Rinsing off in the restroom I walked in on two guys I didn't 
know jacking off together. They had a shocked look when they 
saw me, trying to hide it. "What're you...?" they began.

	"Mixed bathrooms guys -besides, I'm in the Program." I 
said.

	"Oh..." They finished tucking away the goods.

	"You guys better watch it; queers get their asses kicked if 
the jocks find out." I was standing blocking the door, and 
somebody pushed to get in -causing the boys to jump. "I won't 
tell, but between class? You're timing's fucked."

	"We didn't hear the bell." One of them said.

	"Cutting class? You'd end up like this" I swept a hand 
over myself "if you get caught."

	"You really won't tell?" One of them asked.

	I shrugged. "Naw, why bother. Someone pisses me off 
and I'll fuck 'em over, but I got nothing against queers." Someone 
pushed on the door again.

	"Hey who the fuck's blocking the door?" I heard May call 
from the other side, so I let her in.

	"They were just leaving." I said.

	"What's up?" she asked. "They messing with you?" she 
glared at the boys as they ducked past us and into the hall, off 
campus she would 'a had a knife out by now � thinking I'd been 
attacked.

	"Naw, but I'd bet somebody's gonna beat them down 
soon." I said.

	"Whatever... what's with the chalk?" She brushed a bit off 
my breasts.

	"Oh! Yeah, I need to rinse this off. That pervert Dennison 
had me at the board." I said as I started trying to clean up a bit.

	"I need a smoke." May said as she rinsed something out 
of her pussy and straightened her hair. We made our way to 
class.

	

	Biology promised to be interesting; Ms. Lippmann had 
moved all the desks and cleared out half the floor. She had 
pillows stacked there. When we walked in half the class was 
sitting on the floor in a semi circle and she was idly stroking her 
red bush as she read something. "Why don't you two sit up here." 
She said without really looking up. "We'll start in a moment."

	Kevin was the last in, and he sat next to May and I. 
"Hey." He said.

	"Hey." We followed. "You coming to the Mall?"

	"Sure why not?" He said.

	"Ok, we might as well start." Ms. Lippmann said. "I need 
you all to sit boy girl boy girl." As we did that she continued. 
"This is going to be a special sex education seminar, for the next 
two weeks. As part of that we have a number of special 
activities. First I need to know if there are any virgins in here?" 
two girls and three guys raised their hands. "By tomorrow you 
won't be. If that is a problem, or if any of you have issues with 
sexual contact with anyone else in here; I need to know now."

	'Wow.' I thought; this was getting real.

	"I ain't doing no fag sex." One boy said, followed by a 
couple of "Yeah"s.

	Ms. Lippmann looked up for a second, and then said "Oh. 
Yeah, the program only calls for heterosexual studies. We will 
discuss homosexual lifestyles, but even the Program can't 
mandate activity there in current society."

	"You mean someday they might be able to?" I asked.

	She shrugged. "Who can say? If you asked me four years 
ago if I would be teaching a class like this I would have had you 
committed. Now, does anyone have any issues? If they do I need 
to know now so we can move you to the other class. This is also 
your one chance to go against the papers your parents signed, but 
you will have to explain it to a school councilor."

	A girl got up and she and Ms. Lippmann went into the 
hall to talk.

	May leaned over "What's with her?"

	"Beats me." I didn't say anything more, though I think I 
know why she left. She had a thing for Marcy last year -probably 
didn't want any guys in her.

	Ms. Lippmann came back, alone. "So everyone else is ok. 
We don't have an even match anymore, but I think I can 
compensate." She said it with an eager look. Ms. Lippmann was 
looking forward to this. "I need everyone to remove their clothes 
and put them in the boxes over in the back, then return to the 
circle. There was a bit of complaining, but everyone knew 
discipline these days would have you nude for a whole day or 
week, in addition to Program time.

	When we were done she joined us in the circle, where the 
girl had been. I looked around the room at a sea of hard cocks. 
Kevin was to my right. "Ok now, everyone raise your right 
hand." We did. "Now, take that hand and for the girls, I want you 
to wrap your hand around the shaft of the boy to your right. No 
Mary, not Adam's arm, his penis, like this." She grabbed the 
penis of Mark to her right. I shrugged, then grabbed Kevin's dick 
in my hand. He gave me a nervous smile.

	"Now for the boys." She said. "Cup your hands over the 
vulva of the girl to your right." Keith, another senior, put his 
hand over my pussy. I could feel myself wetting him. Kevin had 
his hand on May. "Now that we're all comfortable." Ms. 
Lippmann gave a wry smile. "I want you all to spend a few 
minutes feeling what you're holding. Enjoy yourselves and get to 
know it well. She began jacking off Mark's cock, causing him to 
release a light moan. Adam to her left was running his fingers up 
and down her pussy. Keith's middle finger went straight in me as 
he pinched my clit ring with his forefinger and thumb.

	We went on like that, as Ms. Lippmann gave us 
instructions on how to masturbate the person next to us. Within 
minutes some of the boys shot off into the center of the room, 
and then the girls -me included- began to squeal as the whole 
room erupted in surreal orgasms.

	Then she had every boy in the class get up and move 
down two places to the right. I didn't know either guy on my 
sides now. May had her hand on Kevin as we did it all over 
again, although a lot slower paced this time.

	When it was all over, most of us girls had cum several 
times, and almost every guy had come twice. I think one boy had 
gone off three times. Even Ms. Lippmann came a few times. 
Then we had to clean up the mess in the middle of the circle. She 
made the girls do it while the boys wiped off in the two lab sinks 
-typical. "That class; was to let you all see and become 
acquainted with each other sexually. Masturbation is a normal 
human behavior I'm sure most if not all of you have tried. It is of 
course, even better shared. Tonight I want each of you to try it 
alone, and then write up a paragraph comparing that to this 
experience in class. Tomorrow we'll begin intercourse."

	'Intercourse?' I thought. That's pretty quick.

	She went to her desk and grabbed a stack of papers. 
"Read these, we will have a short 5 question quiz at the start of 
class tomorrow." She looked around the room. "Girls, have any 
of you not had a birth control shot?" When two girls raised their 
hands Ms. Lippmann gave them each a slip. "I will need that 
returned tomorrow and signed by the school nurse." One of the 
girls sat two to my left so I glanced over. It was just a note to get 
the shot.

	Ms. Lippmann went into a lecture on the more common 
modern sexual behaviors. "Some of you are probably wondering 
where all the biology charts are. We'll cover the anatomy and 
hard science next week. The first week is psychology." Funny 
thing was, after getting finger fucked like that, after I'd cum three 
times, it was amazingly easy to relax and stay focused. Usually 
me and May or somebody'd be goofing off through half the class.

	Now that I thought about it, this whole week I was paying 
more attention than I usually did -though the sex sure made it 
easier to relax.

	

	At the end of class, everyone but May, Ms. Lippmann, 
and I got dressed. She ran us right up to the bell, so everyone was 
late leaving but it was the day's end anyway. As we went outside 
a boy stopped me and May for a feel. We just stood there and let 
him have his way - he tried to finger fuck us both for a bit but 
grew bored when we didn't really respond. "I feel like I'm high." 
May said.

	"I know what you mean." I said. We weren't virgins, but 
class had been different than sex usually was. It left us feeling 
kinda off our game in a good way, if that made any sense.

	"Dare you to stay nude." May said, as we hit the clothes 
bin by Ms. Magante's bungalow. She was there too, watching us 
with a smile and a clipboard.

	Magante jotted something down then looked up. "Hey 
girls; having fun?"

	"We're about to." I said.

	"Going to the Mall." May said. "I wanna buy me one of 
those." She pointed to Ms. Magante's dildo, still hanging on the 
little belt chain that was all the woman wore.

	I picked up my clothes but May grabbed my arm. "Dare?"

	"Only if you do." I said, thinking about the trouble I'd 
gone to selecting my outfit that morning.

	"I dunno..." May cupped her breasts, lifting what was 
there with a worried look in her eyes.

	"Hey nice tits!" Some boy called out.

	"Sure." She said with a smile. If I'd seen that boy, I 
would've given him a free fuck right on the spot. It was just what 
May needed to hear.

	

	So we dropped our clothes back into the bin and headed 
out.

	"I'm locking this up soon..." Ms. Magante called out as 
we ran away giggling to find Kevin.

	I turned around and yelled back "No prob. Ms. M. we'll 
get em tomorrow!"

	"Maybe." May said in a lower voice.

	

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	It's amazing what kind of trouble you can get into...

	

	We met Kevin at his car, dropped our bags in the trunk, 
and got in. May and I sat in the back. I got my knife out from the 
seat pocket and put it in my purse. "Ya better get yours too 
May."

	"Oh? We don't need those..." She said.

	"Hey I ain't going to the mall naked without a defense." I 
said.

	May shrugged "Who's gonna bother us, everybody's 
naked these days."

	"Yeah... remember last time, that guy in the game shop?" 
I said. She took out her switchblade and pocketed it away. May 
had one of those fake designer purses. Hers had a nice little side 
pouch near the top for stuff she might need quick � like mace or 
a knife.

	"You two are crazy." Kevin said.

	"Hey why'd you drive today?" I asked.

	"Didn't; just left it here after assembly on Friday." Kevin 
pointed along the street. "No parking limits here; and we can 
stash shit just outside Harrison's reach."

	

	We stopped off at the Albatross for a quick smoke. Bill 
waved us in with a friendly smile. Fatima was there, along with 
Marcy.

	"You're nude!" Fatima said as Bill cocked an eyebrow.

	May just shrugged and I pointed at her with my cigarette. 
"Her idea," I said.

	"But you can't...?" Fatima began.

	"It's ok. Girls can go nude." May said.

	"So can guys, till they're 21." Kevin added. "Not my 
thing though."

	"Yeah what's up with that?" I asked, and he just 
shrugged.

	"So much for the 'New Equality' huh?" Kevin said.

	Fatima was nervous with the idea of us being naked; I 
gathered there'd be a lot of trouble if we did it where she was 
from. We didn't stay at the caf� long, Rick and Rubin weren't 
coming.

	Kevin zipped us over to the mall � him and Marcy in 
front, and me and May in back with Fatima between us. I learned 
a little more about her � how strict it was at home for her, but 
how her uncle seemed to believe she needed to adapt to western 
ways if she was to live here. For her part Fatima didn't know 
where to look, between my breasts and May masturbating she 
was a mess.

	

	The first sign of trouble was right in the parking lot. Two 
guys returning to a car next to us saw me and May get out, then 
Kevin, and it started. "Hey Boy, what'ca doing with my bitches?" 
one of them called out.

	"Yeah, bitches like that ain't for you boy." His friend 
matched, as Marcy was getting out. Fatima hadn't moved. The 
first boy made a grab for May, and the second moved in on me.

	"Fuck! The bitch cut me!" May was always fast, and 
she'd cut into his arm before I'd even pulled out my own knife.

	"Fuck off assholes!" I called out, waiving my knife. 
Kevin and Marcy stepped forward.

	The jerks backed off and left, but not before saying "You 
bitches better learn who you belong to, ain't right to be with one 
of them."

	"I don't understand." Fatima said.

	"Racists, some people just don't get the modern world." 
Marcy said. Kevin looked mad, in a quiet way.

	"We're not even white, 'cept for you Marcy." I said. My 
parents were both born in Spain, I guess if I didn't live in 
America I'd be considered white with my blond hair, but here 
they called me a spic with my 'olive dark' and native Spanish.

	May shrugged "White guys always think they own us."

	"Assholes come in all colors May." I said.

	May shrugged. "Yeah, well..."

	As we entered the mall I finished "Besides, Rick's white, 
so's Marcy."

	"Yeah, and you're all my bitches, you too Kevin." Marcy 
said as we all laughed.

	

	The mall was getting stranger. Outside we saw two small 
groups of protestors. On the one hand we had a batch of nudists, 
using the sidewalk to demand nudity for men. Half of them were 
naked bearded old guys, and I do mean old. Across from them a 
church group of some kind, holding up signs that began with 
'Fallen, fallen is Babylon...' or something like that. Fatima said 
the church crowd looked more covered than women in her home 
country, and colder than the meanest radicals. Fortunately they 
were small groups. With only a mall, we didn't exactly have all 
that much of a civic heart here.

	Inside was a whole other world. Mall security checked 
our bags �they gave Kevin and Fatima the full drill while 
ignoring May, Marcy, and I. Of course, we were the ones with 
knives... Past the door it was like malls always were � teens 
scoping each other out and women shopping. It was too early for 
the bored husbands, but I doubt they'd be bored at the mall these 
days. So many of us were dressed light � or less � even the 
nudists would blush in there.

	I'd not paid much attention to fashion over the summer, 
spending more time with the gang stirring up trouble. It was 
quite a change. More than a fourth of the women were in some 
way topless � something like a corset seemed popular, with an 
undercarriage pushup bra that put you on display. For the better-
shaped women there were plenty of silken shirts with high 
collars but an oval cutout for the breasts. Some of those where 
just sleeves and collars that ended just above chest level. Many 
women were also bottomless in part or full. From garter straps 
and stocking to even chaps or gowns and skirts with creative 
cutouts or inverted V openings � all designed to highlight and 
display the pussy and sometimes ass. The strangest thing though, 
was a group of teens from another school with their panties all 
down to mid thigh, and clipped to stay there.

	"What's up with that?" Marcy asked.

	"I hear it's European. 'Knicker-girls' or something � saw a 
webpage on it." May said.

	"Seems hard to move in." I said.

	"I dunno, I think I like it." Kevin said, making a visual 
beeline on the shaved cunt of one girl, which was being diddled 
by her boyfriend right there in the middle of the aisle.

	"You would." Marcy said.

	Fatima just gasped. She was doing a lot of that.

	In almost every store, the women on staff were 
uncovered. At the least topless, and most were bottomless as 
well. A good number had stylized pubic hair and piercings, 
which reminded me of something. "Hey, we should go check out 
Purrfect Pussy." I said. "They did my piercing."

	"I'm not..." Fatima and Marcy said in near unison.

	"Relax guys." May said. "It sounds fun, maybe I can get 
one of those dildos Ms. Magante has."

	"Yeah, like that one." I said, pointing to a woman in a 
stand labeled 'Living Doll' who was slowly pushing a dildo in 
and out of her companion's pussy. They were decked out in some 
kind of satin and vinyl the shop was peddling from a nearby 
stand.

	"Whoa!" Kevin said. "They can do that in public?"

	May shrugged. "Hey, I fucked two guys in the halls 
between 3rd and 4th period today. Magante even smiled when 
she saw us."

	"Yeah, I hear they're changing a lot of that stuff." Marcy 
said.

	"...wasn't my only fuck too..." May continued, half to 
herself.

	"The Program." I said. "It's not just about school, and not 
just about going naked. They want us to be more sexual too."

	Of course not everyone was naked, and I could see plenty 
of shocked and disgusted looks. Not just the old people too � not 
everyone liked the way things were changing, and we got nasty 
comments even from a few teens. "Keep it at school bitch;" 
seemed to be the favorite. We had to hold May back from a 
mouthy black girl at once point, she didn't like being called 
Kevin's "little chink fuck machine".

	

	We stopped in 'Girl Pop' - a teen accessory shop. They 
had two boys working there who had leather 'X' harnesses over 
their chests, and shiny cock rings, finished with black leather 
boots and solid hard ons. We saw a very angry faced father pull 
his middle-school daughter out of the place before we hit the 
door ourselves.

	"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked one, tugging on his shaft after 
he fitted my clit-piercing with a little cartoon kitty character.

	"Naw, we get regular relief and several breaks. Viagra 
keeps me going. We're not allowed to cum on the merchandise, 
but the girls like it when we cum on them."

	"Really?" I asked, as I took up a rhythm to jacking him 
off.

	"Yeah... Most of em do." He said, before putting two 
fingers in my pussy.

	"Hey no fair." May said. "Let me have him."

	"You won't get in trouble for this?" I asked, as Marcy and 
May moved in to keep anyone from seeing. Kevin had Fatima 
across the way in some old bookstore.

	"No way. It brings in customers. Janice tells us to 
'overindulge'." He said, before I built up a pace too fast for 
talking.

	He worked my pussy over good, and after we'd both cum 
I looked around to see a couple girls watching, and one sucking 
on the cock of the 'greeter' boy who worked the door. She was 
one of those 'Knicker-girls', and I could see a little black cartoon 
animal jingling on the end of her pussy ring. We'd been at it a 
few minutes, and it was twice as crowded as it'd been when we 
came in � if not more.

	"Wow!" I said. May and Marcy agreed. May was idly 
diddling herself � but she was always doing that. Marcy looked 
like she needed to get fucked � if only she'd shed some of that 
clothing. I bought that toon-kitty, and kept it on my pussy. The 
boy I'd done took a break after ringing me up.

	We met Kevin and Fatima in the bookstore. They seemed 
to be full of old books mostly. A sign outside said something 
about no discounts for nudity, and the old guy behind the counter 
repeated it as we came in. "Hey didn't that one girl from school 
work here before she graduated?"

	"You mean the one who got kicked out of home for going 
into the program?" Kevin asked as we all joined up.

	"Yeah... I think so." May said.

	"Here." Fatima said as we left, handing me a package. 
"It's my holy book, but in English. So you can understand us."

	"Uh... thanks." I said. I didn't read much, but maybe I'd 
try to humor her. I think she wanted to fit in, or at least have 
someone accept her � even if it took a bunch of freaks like us.

	"I got one too." She said. "At home, the only one we have 
is in Arabic, but nobody speaks that. Father just memorizes the 
sounds and recites it. My Uncle and he argue about that a lot."

	"You mean your father's never read this?" Marcy asked, 
pointing to my new book.

	"He has, he can recite the whole thing, but not in a 
language he knows." She said. "I want to understand it, like my 
Uncle does. Father will be furious."

	"I don't understand..." I said.

	"A translation loses true meaning � it's not the real 
words." She said.

	"But, the real words have no meaning unless you can 
understand them." May said.

	"Tell that to my father. My Uncle's been losing that 
argument for years." She said.

	"Why doesn't he just learn Arabic?" I asked.

	"I dunno." She said. "I want to. Maybe I will someday."

	

	It must be tough to be her, I thought. This is definitely not 
the right place to be for someone with her background. I didn't 
know anything about her people except what they put on TV � 
and all of that was bad. "Does it bother you? Us?" I gestured to 
May and myself.

	She thought for a moment. "It's shocking to me. But I can 
accept it. I don't think I'll be joining you though. Father would 
die at the thought."

	"He won't have a choice soon." Kevin said. "The 
Program's gonna catch up with us all eventually."

	Fatima and Marcy both looked distressed at the thought 
of that.

	

	We sat in the food court and ate for a bit, watching one of 
the 'Knicker-Girls' we'd seen near the entrance fuck the boy 
who'd been diddling her before. They just sat down on a bench in 
the middle of the aisle � she in his lap. He just casually put his 
cock in her and she began to ride him. A few very jealous 
looking guys in their twenties passed them by, with a look that 
spoke miles about the rule against adult men going nude. Their 
friends stood around chatting, then wandered off to a shop, and 
came back later with some bags. One of them held up a skirt that 
had a cutout for her breasts and opened in the front just above the 
navel � so that all that connected in the front was a collar up top 
and a single button below the tits. The others clapped and 
giggled. She stripped and tried it on � without removing her 
panties from around her thighs. It was pretty sexy, and seeing 
them all gossip like that while their friend got fucked was kinda 
surreal � especially when skirt girl moved forward to get her tits 
fondled by the girl having sex on the bench.

	I finally broke from staring when I heard a soft gasp next 
to me � May'd just cum from masturbating.

	"Have a good one?" Marcy asked.

	"Yeah." She said, as she leaned on me.

	"You're too much May." Kevin said.

	"Hey let's go check out that pussy place." May said.

	"Purrfect Pussy." Marcy said.

	"Sure. You guys?" I said, looking to Kevin and Fatima.

	Kevin shrugged, Fatima looked confused.

	

	As we left the food court we heard a woman call out 
"Well! This is hardly the time or place for that sort of thing 
young lady!" Looking back we could see a rather stern looking 
woman staring down the fucking couple. Just as I started to turn 
away she dodged back as the boy let his cock pop out and 
spurted cum all over the place.

	"I wonder how Mall security deals with that?" May 
asked.

	"They don't mind the fucking, but you'll get busted for 
leaving a mess." Marcy said, leaving me to wonder how she 
knew.

	"You'd think they'd stop it, seeing how that lady reacted." 
I said.

	"Naw," Kevin began "Look around, look at who's been 
watching." I did, and it was all women and teen girls like us � 
half of them drooling. "This just brings them in more; sure it 
scares off a lot of the old fashioned set..."

	"But I guess they're getting chased out everywhere these 
days..." May said.

	"Your country has gone mad..." Fatima said. "It's just 
crazy."

	"Yeah..." I said. "But it's kind of fun too, and it's not 
hurting anyone."

	"It's like this everywhere these days. Japan, Europe, 
South America... I saw a thing on TV about it." Kevin said.

	

	Purrfect Pussy. The sign out front had a kitten curled up 
in a nude woman's lap, with little 'purr's coming out of it in a 
comic book like lettering. Two unusual chairs sat in a window 
display, but neither nothing nor anyone was in them when we 
arrived. Entering put us in a small foyer with those 'waiting 
chairs' you get at a dentist or a salon blocking sight of the 
interior. There was a young woman maybe only a few years 
older than us dressed in a gown with cutouts for her breasts and 
opening at the navel on down to show off pubes shaved and dyed 
like a tropical fish above a bare slit that seemed to have lipstick 
of some kind on it. She was sitting behind a glass desk next to 
the curtains that led in further when we walked up, but stood as 
soon as the bell on the entrance gave us away.

	"Wow! I love your pussy." May said. Even Fatima had 
her eyes on it, with a shocked yet fascinated look in her eyes. 
May and Nancy � according to a nametag above her breast � 
moved towards each other. I can't believe you managed to dye all 
that detail in there." She said as she bent over and ran her hands 
over Nancy's pubes.

	For her part, Nancy not only didn't step back, but pulled 
her gown open further and cocked her hips forward. "We take a 
lot of care getting just the right look. I can show you our booklet 
with a selection of styles?" she said.

	May was just about to put her tongue to the woman's 
nether lips when she stood up and called out for the booklet. 
Kevin looked to the wall behind the desk and said "Well, I think 
me and Fatima'll go wander over to the bookstore again or 
something. See you guys in an hour?" The sign said something 
about customers only inside.

	"Uh, Yeah. Sure" Marcy said, and they were off.

	We looked through the book for a bit, although May and 
Nancy kept exchanging glances � the kind that said 'lets go fuck 
somewhere'. I don't think I'd ever seen May react to another 
woman like that before. As for the book, it was full of pubic 
hairstyles, genital piercings, and finally the section that pulled 
May away from the distraction of Nancy � the dildos. They were 
shown in what could best be described as 'in-use' photos.

	A woman came out from behind the curtain � naked from 
head to toe save for a waist chain. "Marcy dear... So nice to see 
you again, and you brought your friends, how wonderful. I can 
give you all a 20% discount. You too Marcy, just like I told you 
a referral on..."

	"Oh that's ok." Marcy cut in. "You know, I should go 
watch over Kevin and Fatima." She grinned "A black and a 
muslin without 'whitey' escorting them � they're bound to get 
busted for something." Marcy quickly ducked out and away 
before anyone could interrupt.

	"Yeah no shit." May said, oblivious to something I was 
starting to wonder about � just what was up with Marcy anyway? 
May looked down at the book. "Do you have any of these I can 
check out?" she said, gesturing over a page of dildos.

	"Oh certainly. I'm Marylyn by the way." She put out a 
hand for May to shake. "We have fuller displays inside � even in 
today's new age most of our clients like the privacy of a divided 
room."

	I knew all this, I'd had my first shave and piercing here 
only a little more than a month ago, but I let Marylyn fill in May 
while I tried to figure out how she knew Marcy.

	"Huh?" May asked me as we passed through the curtain. 
"You say something A.C.?"

	I think I'd muttered something to the effect of 'gotta see 
that girl's pussy...' but I just shrugged. "Thinking."

	"Say, what's with the chairs in the window?" May asked.

	"Oh. On weekends and peak hours it's 50% off for 
anyone who gets 'done' there instead of inside." Marylyn 
answered. "Best advertising you can get is letting people see it."

	May touched my clit "Even..."

	"Oh no, we only do piercings inside, everything else 
though..." Marylyn frowned "Did you get that here?" She said 
looking at my clit ring.

	"Not the kitty; but yeah, the piercing." I said.

	"Funny, you don't look old enough." She said. I just 
shrugged.

	

	On the other side of the curtain there was no Nancy for 
May to drool over. No � it was much better than that. A row of 
those funky chairs, two massage tables and a counter full of 
'toys'. There was a woman being 'trimmed' in one of the chairs by 
a stylist � as naked as Marylyn. The buzz of a razor was matched 
in tune to a low moan from its victim � whose pussy was puffed 
out and red with passion. Marylyn went over to the counter. "I've 
got a full range of pleasure aids. We just got this new one that 
comes with a small remote, but you'll probably want something 
simple if it's your first."

	Little masturbation May was like a kid in a candy store. 
That girl loved her pussy, and behind the glass of the counter was 
every way one could think of to spoil it. Simple plain dildos, 
ones with these little forked things down near the base, ribbed 
ones, ones shaped like cocks, even in assorted colors and flavors. 
'Flavors?' I wondered at that. I also saw an assortment of strange 
metal balls alone or on chains, and in different sizes. Some of 
those said they'd vibrate. "What's with the...?" I began, pointing 
to one of those forked dildos.

	"It gets your clit." Marylyn said. That seemed a little too 
complicated for me.

	"I think I'll stick with something simple." I said.

	"Me too." May said. "Maybe just one that vibrates a 
little."

	We ended up selecting a matching set in a black and 
white spiral pattern with a slight curve. We could hang them on 
chains or cords � like Ms. Magante did, and it just seemed best to 
keep it simple until we knew what our money was going into.

	

	May wanted a new styling, and since it wasn't busy on a 
Tuesday afternoon Marylyn set her up. Those chairs sure are 
strange � kind of make you think of a cross between stirrups and 
a dentist's setup. But they let May just sit back and relax with her 
cunt up in the air right where Marylyn could comfortably work 
away. She lathered May up and proceeded to gently massage her 
labia as she asked "So how would you like it?"

	"Oooh... Just like that actually." May started. "I mean, 
number 34 looked nice, could I get that in a hot pink and blue?"

	"The crossed arrows? Blue on the tips I take it." Marylyn 
said "And down here?" She ran her hands over May's slit where 
only a little down of fur covered her lips � not like me before I'd 
shaved.

	"Bare. I want everybody to see as much of my cunt as 
possible." May said.

	Marylyn worked May's pussy like a true artist. Lathering 
her up, she massaged her into cumming, and then went at it with 
the razor � removing all the hair until there was a simple pattern 
of two crossed arrows. Then picking up on a vibe, Marylyn gave 
her something I certainly hadn't received when I'd been here last 
� she went down on her, orally, until May was screaming out her 
release.

	I could see sweat pouring off my friend's body, and the 
site got me rather worked up as well. I decided to try out my 
purchase, and sitting there in a waiting chair I took my pleasure.

	When I looked back to May and Marylyn, I could see the 
beautician carefully dabbing in little bits of dye in just the right 
places. "There you go." She said. "Trim it often, probably every 
few days. Otherwise it'll itch � especially when you put your 
panties on."

	"That won't be a problem." May said.

	"Yeah, she's been bottomless for months." I said. "I think 
she'd itch even without shaving by now."

	"Well. That's very brave of you." Marylyn kissed May's 
clit and continued "If you're careful shaving the shape should 
hold for some time, get a friend to help." She nodded back in my 
direction. "We don't charge as much for touch ups if you keep 
them regular enough."

	Thinking on how she'd managed to get May to cum 
twice, I didn't think it would be hard to get the girl back in here.

	"Well you're all set then." And then Marylyn bent 
forward and put her tongue right into May's vagina � nice and 
deep from what I could see � and kept it there for a good couple 
seconds. "I just love your taste; we should trade diet secrets 
sometime."

	

	We left, with May and Nancy sharing strange looks. I had 
a feeling May would be back sooner than she needed to.

	"You turning gay on me?" I asked.

	May shrugged. "Bi I guess. I like my pussy so much; I 
started thinking maybe I'd like another one."

	I laughed at that, there was a strange sort of sense to it 
that I guess worked for May. Then she looked down at me and 
my piercing so I said "A reasonable request is a reasonable 
request, but don't get any ideas."

	May shrugged again, but the look in her eyes got me 
thinking about what it'd be like � being with another girl. I wasn't 
in any hurry to try it out, but the idea didn't gross me out or 
anything � unless it was with someone like Jennifer from metal 
shop. It was just kind of there � you might know candy tastes 
good, and still not crave it.

	"So how was it?" May suddenly asked.

	"Huh?" I said.

	"The dildo silly. How was it?" She asked again.

	"Oh man... Not as good as a good fuck... But... wow, talk 
about a fun toy." I said. That reminded me that I forgot to wash 
mine off before we left the salon. It was dangling from a chain 
on my waste and I even I could smell it, unless that was May...

	"Yeah, that's what I felt like after Ms. Magante did me 
with hers yesterday." May said.

	

	We found the others in the food court again. They where 
talking about religion or something when we got there.

	"Hey guys." I said.

	"Check out my pussy!" May yelled out, hoping up on the 
table and spreading herself open � getting us quite a bit of 
attention. "Isn't it neat?"

	Kevin ran his hands along her lower lips. "Pretty and 
smooth, just like A.C.'s. A guy could really get to like having 
pals like you two."

	May actually thrust her hips a bit to get Kevin to rub her 
down a little.

	"God May, do you ever stop?" Marcy asked.

	"She fuck'n came twice while we were in there." I said. 
"Funny, they didn't suck my cunt like that when I got my 
piercing."

	"Wow, she must've liked you May." Marcy said, in a 
voice that said she knew what she was talking about � but only I 
seemed to catch it.

	Fatima looked a bit nervous -a bit pale- so I changed the 
subject. "So what'd you guys do?"

	"Oh, clothes, the music shop, and we saw those 'knicker-
girls' again." Kevin said.

	"They sure walk funny" Marcy said, imitating something 
like a penguin.

	"I don't get it." Fatima said. "It's like they're taking the 
nude thing, and making it neither sexy nor even natural. It's like 
they're going for obscene."

	"Fashion." I said. "People do crazy stuff to fit in or look 
cool."

	"Makes me think of something I saw in one of my 
brother's comic books." May said. "He's got all these Japanese 
panty fetish comics he bought online."

	"Whatever..." Kevin said. "We should get our brothers 
together."

	"Nah, your brother'd just try to fuck May." I said. May 
got this sweet little 'who me' look on her face, save that she had 
one finger in her pussy while she did it...

	

	We left the mall, Kevin dropping us home one by one. 
"Have fun?" I asked Fatima as we dropped her off.

	"Yeah. It was very strange, but exciting." She said.

	"Don't be a stranger; you're welcome to join us again." 
Marcy called out, and we drove off. May used her new dildo to 
do herself in Kevin's passenger seat.

	"Hey if you're gonna leave a mess; at least have the 
decency to offer me a taste." Kevin said as she finished. May 
wiped her slit and offered him up the finger. "Damn, you do taste 
good." Kevin said.

	May gave herself another swipe and offered her hand to 
us in the back. "May, come on..." I began, but Marcy went for it. 
She didn't say anything though; she just licked it up and then 
giggled.

	

	Getting to my house I got my school bag from the trunk 
and waived Kevin goodbye. He'd already dropped off all the 
others. Inside the twins where at it with video games again - 
some naked girl casting magic spells in a city full of like naked 
fantasy creatures. "Who'd they get to model for that?" I 
wondered aloud.

	"It's 3D graphics idiot." Manuel said. "Hey where's your 
clothes?"

	"Yeah why you naked?" Rosa said.

	I shrugged. "May dared me. Left em at school."

	"You gonna be a slut like her?" Manuel said.

	"Fuck off twerp." I said, heading for my room.

	"You see that thing on her cunt?" Rosa said behind me.

	"A pussy for a pussy." Manuel said with a laugh.

	"Alandra?" I heard Pa call from the kitchen.

	"Yeah." I called back. I peaked in to look at him, but he 
was reading something.

	"I'm going out with Dan tomorrow night; make sure the 
twins stay out of trouble will you?" He called over his shoulder.

	"Sure Pa." I said. I came up behind him and kissed him 
on the cheek. "I got a little homework, then I'm off to bed." It'd 
been a long day.

	"Homework...?" He muttered as I left. He'd been doing 
diagrams again � in the newspaper.

	

	I put Fatima's book on my nightstand when I got in my 
room. Maybe I'd look at it later. I wondered about her, I didn't 
know the first thing about her culture. She seemed nice, maybe 
too nice for us.

	

	Yeah, I had to read ten more pages of that Program stuff 
for civics, and jack myself off for biology. Talk about a fucked 
up strange homework assignment... We were supposed to read 
something for Algebra, but I forgot what. I lit up a cig and went 
to reading.

	The Program stuff went into more detail. It talked about a 
plan for changing society. Mrs. Jacobs had put in a bit of stuff 
from the 60's through the end of the 20th century. It was kind of 
like her lecture on Monday - showing us how nearly all of the 
small steps of the first "Great Society" during president L. B. 
Johnson's days had been undone by conservative backlashes in 
the three decades after. In the opinion of whoever wrote this 
stuff, the America of 2000 was more conservative than it was in 
1960 � even if it looked more liberal on the surface. It was 
something about less tolerance for non-conformity.

	But wasn't this whole Program just a new way of 
conforming? I wondered what Pa would think of this crap.

	The second half talked about finding cures for the last 
STDs � like herpes, and the end of the AIDS threat. Even though 
the world still had many people alive with the disease, 
vaccination had stopped its spread in all but extreme societies. I 
thought a bit about what Fatima had said about her homeland, 
and the friend my Pa said he had who'd died of AIDS. That 
reminded me of... and I actually cried for a bit. I don't think too 
many people knew someone with AIDS anymore, I don't even 
know if the school knew about it.

	But I had to finish this shit. Supposedly the end of these 
threats had served as a trigger. Like putting a crack in a dam, 
social pressures crashed up against the conservative status quo � 
one crack in the right place let the whole thing smash through. In 
only the last few years, sudden change had once again gripped 
not just America, but most of the world at large. 

	Mrs. Jacobs had some statistics on now versus then. 
Things like marriage going down in hetero couples, but up in 
gays. At least until the vaccines came out � now it was down for 
everybody. Or a whole new vision of gender differences � a 
bunch of stuff showed what people though about men and 
women before and now. Sexual harassment was more common 
before, and yet people said men and women where the same. 
Now harassment was down, and yet they claimed differences.

	Some companies where even making female workers go 
nude � especially in jobs like retail. She had a chart on inter 
office romance � there was a sudden spike about a year and a 
half ago � when the right to female nudity went federal � but it 
was leveling off now. Something about a Constitutional right to 
self-expression in your own body, that's how they'd put in nudity 
for women all over the country. I wondered why it didn't apply to 
men if we supposedly had a gender equal rights amendment now. 
And if it was a right to self-expression, how was it they could 
make me go nude?

	At the end of it all -on the last photocopied page- Mrs. 
Jacobs made a note asking us to think about whether or not we 
agreed with the assumptions in the articles. Some of it made 
sense to me, but a lot of looked like bullshit somebody wrote 
'cause they couldn't figure out what really went on.

	

	That was Civics homework I guess. I got out my new 
dildo and went to work for biology. I thought of the boy in 'Girl 
Pop' who'd fingered me, I thought of the 'knicker-girl' who'd 
fucked her boyfriend in the aisle, even Marylyn going down on 
May. The dildo had a dial, and I put it somewhere in the middle 
and let it work its magic in me. It felt good to just let it sit there
for a while � slowly working through me with its vibrations. I 
could feel them moving up to my clit, where the little plastic 
kitty on the end of my piercing rattled around over my hood.

	I left it like that, while I tried to read the paper's she'd 
given us. It was about 'sexual consent' or something � how to get 
past the confusing signals of each gender and make sure your 
partner is willing and understands your desires. The sort of stuff 
nobody's figured out since time began, but for which Ms. 
Lippmann has a stack of buzzword answers. Well maybe, it was 
hard to focus with my pussy being massaged like that � I set the 
dildo to a slower vibration, it was like getting a nice long slow 
fuck, but without the in and out. Pleasant, but different from 
what I was used to.

	I looked at my pussy "I wonder if I could sleep with that 
in me like this?" Time to take out the little kitty charm � didn't 
want that snagging on my sheets in my sleep. I put it next to my 
alarm clock. My clit ring was still there � the kitty didn't exactly 
match with my birthstone, but it was kinda fun anyway.

	Back to Ms. Lippmann's papers; 'The Lippmann Report'. 
I could see Pa coming up with a conspiracy for it, I even put 
together a visual of Ms. Lippmann testifying before some 
mysterious committee, till she tried to fuck them all.

	I giggled, and the vibrations in my cunt seemed to triple. 
"Oh... shit!" I came; it was sort of a quickie and more silly than 
satisfying. "Focus..." The dam paper was kind of boring. 'Learn 
compassion', 'Put yourself in their place'. Some of this shit 
reminded me of Samantha � our caseworker at Social Services. 
She said crap like that all the time.

	There was a note at the end that worried me a bit 'Friends 
make the best long-term lovers � they understand each other and 
can keep it going beyond sex.' Not sure if I agreed. I thought of 
my crew and the idea of us mess'n around. Kevin, Rick and 
Rubin where like brothers to me � even more than Manuel, my 
real little brother. I couldn't fuck those guys anymore than I 
could my own blood.

	Whatever, I just needed to pass her little quiz � so I 
finished reading. I wrote out a little paragraph on the experience 
with the dildo. My new 'toy'... settable to my mood � sort of.

	

	I went to sleep thinking of my crew, wondering how 
senior year would turn out for us. Somewhere just before I fell 
asleep I realized I'd not yet put any clothes on since getting to 
school that morning, and that dildo thing was still slowly 
vibrating away down near my crotch.

	

	[To be continued...]



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