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Subject: {ASSM} "Oliver Naked in School: Friday" (NiS,mg,mf,mm,mb,mast,oral,bd,viol)
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   Oliver Naked in School

   By Daphne Xu

   Friday

   Oliver awoke, wondering where he was and what that heaviness all wrapped
around him was.  Remembering that he was at Thuy's house and that the
heaviness was Wendy still sound asleep, he turned and tried to get back to
sleep himself.

   At that moment, Wendy woke up and scrambled on top of him, repeatedly
gasping and kissing his mouth hard.  Oliver's arms automatically went up
around her bare back, and his hard dick slipped between her thighs.  Wendy
Squirmed back and forth, squeezed and pressed down on his dick with her
crotch.  She made high-pitched humming sounds, continuing to kiss Oliver.

   She raised herself up and reached down between them to grab Oliver's
dick.  She was letting herself down onto his dick when someone knocked at
the door and announced that it was time to get up.  Oliver and Wendy both
froze, and Oliver realized in embarrassment what they had almost committed.

   Both got up, and Oliver searched around for his clothes, before
recalling his nakedness of yesterday.  Duong called in from behind the
door, "The shower's free now if you want.  We also have things to munch on
for breakfast."

   "Thanks, Duong!" Oliver realized he had to go to the bathroom pretty
badly, so he did so and then showered.  Wendy joined him, and they soaped
each other clean.

   They patted each other dry, then went downstairs for breakfast.  Wendy
dressed in yesterday's clothes, but Oliver and Thuy remained naked,
stuffing their clothes into their knapsack.  They also, as planned, stuffed
two sets of white martial arts uniforms into Wendy's knapsack.

   Duong drove them right to the entrance of school.  Oliver felt a moment
of self-consciousness as he prepared to get out, but a glance at the naked
Thuy put him at ease.

   The Assistant Principal appeared at the top of the stairs as Oliver,
Thuy, and Wendy approached.  "Good morning, my two young Programmites. 
It's truly admirable of you to arrive nude; it shows the true Program
spirit.  It's still required, though, that you leave your clothes here, and
not take them in your knapsack."

   Oliver sighed in disappointment but no surprise, as he and Thuy removed
their clothes from his knapsack and dropped them in the boxes.

   "Your tampon's properly installed, good," added the Assistant Principal.
Thuy flushed and glared, but he paid no heed.  "We have a good ten minutes
before the warning bell.  This would be a good time to entertain reasonable
requests."

   Not again, thought Oliver, not again.  Thuy also looked resigned, and
Wendy looked unhappy.  As Oliver turned to face the crowd forming at the
bottom of the stairs, a girl ran up, PINGed his dick, and ran back down
giggling.

   Heather approached from the crowd followed by several others.  Oliver
recognized Fred and Heather's brother Russell among them.  "Group hug!" she
called out.  "That's a reasonable request." She began by hugging both
Oliver and Wendy together, and kissing their cheeks.

   The Assistant Principal stopped it quickly.  "Young ladies and
gentlemen, break it up.  Your request is forbidden by the rules against
PDA, and is therefore unreasonable.  Just because someone here is in the
Program doesn't mean that rules against PDA are suspended."

   The Principal, who had just appeared from inside, said, "Young Oliver
and Thuy, face the crowd.  The rest of you, if you don't have a reasonable
request, shoo!"

   The others pulled away, including Wendy.  The Principal and Assistant
Principal were awfully intimidating.  Nobody else approached with a
reasonable request.  Oliver and Thuy stood together facing the crowd for
what seemed forever, before the warning bell rang.

   The crowd broke and mobbed the entrance.  A couple people took Oliver's
hands, and someone else grabbed his dick, leading him inside.  Oliver found
himself at his first class, History, almost before he knew it.

   Today being an assembly day, classes were abbreviated.  Each class was
thirty-five minutes instead of the usual forty-five.  Assembly took place
before the last class of the day.

   "Hey Oliver, I hear you're gonna get laid this afternoon!" a boy said as
Oliver sat down.

   "Mm-hmm," answered Oliver noncommittally, trying to hide his discomfort
at the comment.

   The test having been completed yesterday, and today being assembly day,
little was done in History class.  The kids mostly chatted.  Mr.  Peterson
handed back the quiz from yesterday.  One out of twenty wrong, not bad.

   "How did you do, Oliver?" asked Heather from behind him.

   "One wrong."

   "I got two wrong.  Still barely an A."

   "How did you do, Meili?" Oliver asked.

   "I aced it.  Hah!"

   "Congrats!"

   It seemed that day as if everyone was excited about the assembly. 
Rather little schooling was done in any of the classes, not even Algebra.
In French class, Mlle.  Ellut tried to get the students to chat in French,
but every time she admonished someone, and then turned away, the student
reverted to English.  Some students tried to talk in French, though.

   "Salut!" Patrick accosted Oliver.  "On dit que nous allons te voire
baiser Thuy cette apres-midi.  Tu l'aime, on dit."

   Oliver had to look up the word "baiser" in the dictionary.  He blushed
and said nothing, when he found the word.  Did everyone really expect Thuy
and him to fuck?

   Thuy and Oliver didn't have to model in Art class today.  The class did
some random sketching and drawing instead.  Lunch as usual was free for
Oliver and Thuy.  Unlike the class periods, lunch was a full hour long, not
shortened for Assembly.

   After lunch, in the hallway, a boy and a girl were pulling a clearly
reluctant sixth-grade girl up toward him.  She was covering her face. 
"She's wanted to see what you look like and feel like all week, but she's
too shy.  This may be her last chance.  You will let her, won't you?" said
the boy.

   "Okay, okay, go ahead," said Oliver to the girl, as he stood up straight
and held his hands behind his back.

   "Come on, Louise, he's letting you do it.  This is your best chance. 
You'll never have another like this," said the other girl.

   "Not until next week, when another boy goes through the Program," added
the boy.  He shifted over to Thuy, kneeling in front of her.  "Hey, Thuy.
May I?" he asked, lightly touching her pussy with his fingertip.  Thuy gave
a silent assent.

   Back in front of Oliver, the other girl took Louise's hand from her eyes
and put it around Oliver's dick.  Her other hand still covered her eyes. 
She slid her hand and wrapped her fist around it.  "It feels soft and
cuddly," she whispered, her eyes still covered.  She slid her hand around,
squeezing slightly and releasing.

   "It's okay, you can look." She was such a shy girl, Oliver's heart went
out to her, even as his dick hardened again.  It felt extrasensitive just
then.  "Aieeee," he involuntarily said, although he held it to a low tone.

   "That's where p- p- p-," she stopped.

   "It's okay, you can say it," said the other girl.

   "P- p- pee comes out," she finally managed.

   "Something else comes out as well, you know," added the girl.  Louise
blushed a fiery red at that.

   "And you might want -- ahhh -- to point it -- ahhh -- elsewhere," added
Oliver.

   "Eww!" Louise quickly aimed it away from herself.

   "Not at me!" exclaimed the other girl, pushing it away -- just as Oliver
began spurting out.  "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" It got on both the girls.

   "Eww!" "Yuck!" said Louise and the other girl at the same time.

   English class came afterwards.  The teacher read a few of the essays
turned in the previous day, and then let the class be pretty much a free
time to chat quietly.

   One of the boys announced, "I have a reasonable request.  Oliver?"

   Oliver looked in embarrassment at the teacher sitting at her desk.  The
teacher looked up and met his eye, and she stood up.  "I have no intention
of enforcing a mandatory `reasonable request' rule.  It's purely up to
Oliver what he wishes to do."

   "Well, what is it?" asked Oliver of the boy.

   The boy looked sheepish.  "Well, what I want is, I mean, could you, well
pose like you did several days ago.  Pose like a girl, I mean."

   "Um, okay.  I'll try." Oliver stood up, pushing his dick back between
his legs, his balls up inside the bone, and smoothing out his crotch,
squeezing his legs together.  He straightened up, and slowly turned around.

   The chattering stopped, and then started up with things about him. 
Someone said, "Wow, he really does look like a girl that way." Oliver
glanced down.  He knew it was because of his hair down there.  It would
never pass inspection bare.

   After letting everyone look, he sat down again, keeping his dick trapped
between his legs.  It felt rather good that way.  He knew he would have to
stop when class let out.

   After English came PE.  As soon as he arrived in the girls' locker room,
a naked Wendy pounced on him with a hard embrace and a kiss on his
shoulder. Oliver froze momentarily in surprise, then put his arms around
Wendy.  He lowered his head to kiss her forehead, but she reached up and
pulled his head down hard to her mouth and kissed him hard.

   "Don't hog him to yourself, Wendy!" came a voice from the side.  It was
Valerie, also nude.  "Anyway, we all have to shower," she continued as
Wendy turned to glare at her.

   Oliver, one arm around Wendy, turned toward the shower.  Valerie took
his other hand.  A girl ran up and Pinged his dick at that moment, shouting
"PING!" and slipping away to the other side of the locker room.

   After PE, it was Assembly time.  Oliver, terrified, wondered if he
should disobey and put on Thuy's borrowed clothes still hidden in his
knapsack.  Or should he go out naked in front of the entire school, all the
students, faculty, and staff -- and betray Thuy?

   Assembly was in the gymnasium used for boys' PE.  Where or how could he
sneak to put on Thuy's white uniform?  Under the bleachers, perhaps?  Too
many people would see him -- or maybe they wouldn't.  Wendy, Valerie, and a
few other girls -- now dressed -- followed him as he slowly ambled toward
the gymnasium.

   More students surrounded them.  A boy shouted out, "You think you
actually gonna get laid with that physique?  Here girls, look at me!" He
flexed his biceps, until they bulged like Popeye's

   "Shaddup, Mike!  You're never going to get anywhere with girls like
that!"

   "Good luck, Oliver.  We're rooting for you!" another guy said.  Rooting?
wondered Oliver.  About what?

   Upon entering the gymnasium, Oliver slipped into the bleachers.  "What,
where are you going?" Valerie asked Oliver.

   "I want to get away from the crowd," answered Oliver.  It wasn't exactly
a lie.  He continued working his way into the maze of metal, as assembly
began with the Principal announcing tomorrow's soccer game, and introducing
the players.

   He slipped the white uniform out of his knapsack, and slid the pants on,
followed by the jacket.  He knew a belt was supposed to wrap around his
waist, but he didn't have one.  He just let the shirt hang loose.  The
uniform was a bit tight over his crotch, although loose about his legs. 
The shirt hung low enough to cover any bulge there.

   He made his way back to the side of the bleachers, and waited quietly.
The cheerleaders were now jumping around and leading the school in cheers
for the soccer game.  Oliver waited getting more and more nervous as the
assembly progressed.  Eventually, they would get to the Program, and call
him down.

   The cheerleaders sat down, and the Principal returned to the podium and
began talking about the Program.  Behind her, a couple people rolled a bed
to the center of the Gymnasium.  Wow!  Were they really going to have him
and Thuy use that bed and -- "consummate" the success of the program?

   "Boys and girls, we are proud and happy to announce the successful
introduction of the Program into Belva Snodgrass Middle School.  The end of
the school-day today marks the conclusion of the first week of the Program.
We pronounce this a resounding success!  "Next Monday, two new
eighth-graders -- two among you, a boy and a girl -- shall be chosen as
next week's Program participants, to continue our grand tradition of
excellence at Belva Snodgrass Middle School.

   The random noise of the audience became more pronounced at that
announcement.  Oliver could just imagine boys and girls up there wondering,
would he be next?

   The Principal continued.  "Let us introduce our first boy participant,
Oliver Nelson.  Oliver was known for academic excellence, but was also
socially one of the most reticent in the school.  But as the week
progressed, we were able to visibly see his emergence from his shell,
enthusiastically undressing at school and interacting with the rest of you,
his peers.

   "Oliver Nelson?  Come on down!"

   "Oliver?  Oliver!" the Assistant Principal stood up.  He needed no
microphone to project around the entire gymnasium.  "Come on out, Oliver.
Nobody's going to hurt--"

   "There he is!" exclaimed someone above him, and Oliver could almost feel
everyone's face turn toward him.

   "Oliver!" the Assistant Principal marched over to him.  "What the heck
are those ...  clothes you're wearing?"

   Oliver's mouth opened and closed wordlessly.  The Assistant Principal
took his shoulder and half-led half-dragged him out in front of the entire
school.  "All right, Young Oliver, get with the Program, and get those
clothes off immediately." The Assistant Principal towered over him and
glared down at him.

   Oliver tried his best to avoid crying.  He could do nothing but comply.
Looking down to the floor, he shamefully slipped off the white top to the
floor.  Then he lowered his white pants, and stepped out of them.  This was
a lot worse than undressing earlier in front of a crowd of students.

   "That's better." The Assistant Principal put his arm around Oliver's
shoulders, and turned him to face the audience.  "Boys and girls, I present
our first male Program participant.  Despite this bit of backsliding, we
all saw his transformation through the week."

   The Principal at the podium said, "Now let us introduce our first
Program girl, Thuy Pham.  Thuy, come on down!"

   The entire school gasped in surprise as Thuy appeared from the opposite
side of the gymnasium, in her white martial arts uniform, with a black belt
wrapped around her waist.

   "Sir and Ma'am," she exclaimed in a voice that reverberated almost as
much as the Assistant Principal's voice through the gymnasium.  "Oliver and
I refuse to participate in this charade.  It's bad enough that you made
both of us go naked in school and be prodded and poked, but displaying us
in front of the entire school and having us `consummate' -- let's say it
right, 'fuck!' -- in front of the entire school?"

   "Young lady!" bellowed the Assistant Principal, finally able to find
words.  Oliver watched in horror as the Assistant Principal strode huge
strides over to Thuy.

   "Forcing Oliver to continue going naked, even after have been beaten by
his dad for it.  Humiliating him just now, making him undress in front of
everyone!"

   "Young lady, you will undress now!" The Assistant Principal reached for
her shoulder.  Oliver watched amazed as Thuy slipped away, leaving the
Assistant Principal's fist crushing in on itself.  He reached for her
again, and landed on the floor with an oath.  Oliver recognized that move.
The Assistant Principal immediately rolled to his feet and ran toward Thuy,
promptly flipping over and landing on his back.

   "A Fight!" exclaimed a boy from the bleachers.  Many boys took up the
shout, "Fight Fight Fight!" while others shouted "Go, Thuy!" "Yay, Thuy!"

   Thuy stepped on him, pressing one heel into a spot just under his chest.
He visibly tried to get up, but was helpless.

   "Security!" shouted the Assistant Principal.

   Three men in suits ran into the gymnasium from opposite sides,
converging onto Thuy.  She jumped onto the Assistant Principal's leg,
producing and audible SNAP, and the Assistant Principal shrieked in pain
and stayed down as Thuy ran to avoid the three newcomers.

   She ran between two of them, and they gave chase.  One caught up with
her, and grabbed at her only to go flying overhead as she dodged.  The
other two were on her, and that's when she began kicking.

   Oliver couldn't follow what was happening.  Thuy was kicking right and
left, up and down.  Another attacker went down, but the first was back up.
They were moving around the gym.  The Principal was observing, and at one
point, Thuy unknowingly got close to her.  She tripped Thuy, distracting
her just enough so that one of the security men tackled her, and the other
two completed getting Thuy down.

   "Remove her clothes!" ordered the Principal, as she returned to the
podium.  "We shall continue the assembly as planned, tying the girl down if
necessary." Thuy was twisting and turning, punching and biting.  The men
were working her white pants and panties down off her.

   Out of the corner of his eye, Oliver saw his algebra teacher running
down the bleachers and toward the struggling men and girl.  Oliver thought
that he was there to help control Thuy, but when he reached them, he
shouted, "Let her go, thugs!" He grabbed the nearest to pull him off, and
was promptly slugged and went down.

   A bunch of boys ran down and piled on the security men, and that's when
the riot began.  Oliver curled up under the nearest bleacher as boys and
girls and teachers and other adults ran all over the place.

   Police arrived.  Loud official voices spoke over the megaphone and
eventually things quieted down.  A voice from above Oliver said, "Come with
me, young man." Oliver stood up and the cop held his wrists behind his back
and handcuffed him.  The cop then led him over to a police van and had him
get in; several others were already inside, although he was the only naked
person.

   Oliver had no idea where they were going, or where they finally stopped
and had everyone get out.  Someone put a robe around him as they led
everyone into the police building.

   Oliver had no idea what was going on, how long he was there.  It was
mostly waiting.  Officers took his name, address, and telephone number;
read him statements that he couldn't comprehend, and in general did things
that went completely over his head.

   Someone introduced himself as a reporter; he looked different from a
cop. The man asked him questions about what happened, about the Program,
and about himself.  The Assistant Principal was scary, he said, and made
him disrobe.  He admitted liking it at times, until his father belted him.
The reporter asked whether he liked Thuy, and he said that Thuy was a good
friend.  He'd made a number of friends in the Program.

   Mom and Dad appeared.  From their expressions, they knew that he'd been
naked before wearing the bathrobe, and they didn't like it.  They talked
with various people, and then eventually took Oliver with them.  As they
went to the car, Dad warned him, "You are in a hell of trouble when we get
home."

   Oliver sat frozen in the back seat, too frightened to even cry.  He
tried to work himself back to the numbness he'd felt with the police, but
he kept thinking of Wednesday's beating.

   The car stopped in the driveway, and Oliver opened the door and stepped
out, walking up the walkway to their front door.  He saw Dad firmly
striding toward him, and he backed away in fear.  Dad was about to grab him
by the shoulder.  He didn't think; one of Thuy's moves automatically came
into play.  He ducked, grabbed two spots on Dad, and flipped Dad over.  Dad
landed on his back on the concrete, and shouted in pain as his head bounced
off the concrete.

   "Craig!" shrieked Mom in horror.  "Oliver!"

   Oliver landed in a fighting stance, as Dad stared up in horror.  "Would
you just -- No, stay down!" Oliver pressed his foot into Dad's solar
plexus, trying to imitate Thuy's method.  It didn't quite work; Dad was
still pushing to get up, so Oliver jumped on Dad's stomach.  Dad went down
with a whoosh of air.

   "Would you listen for just one damn minute!  They made me go naked in
school this week!  The Principal, and the Assistant Principal.  Would I
just do this by myself?  The damn Assistant Principal is so terrifying, so
frightening, I couldn't just say no!  I tried Thursday morning; I tried to
tell about your punishment.

   "And another thing.  I'm not going take that damn belt ever again, or
your damn hairbrush.  Try it again, and so help me, I'll pay you back for
every God-damn hairbrushing you ever gave me AND JENNY!" He stared Dad in
the eyes, stepped off him, and turned to enter the house.

   He barely heard Mom whisper, "Craig" behind him.  The door was unlocked
- apparently Jenny was home now -- and Oliver went inside and down the
hallway to his room, intending to change into jeans and tee-shirt.

   He slipped off the robe and sat on his bed, nervous about leaving his
room and facing the family again.

   Someone knocked softly on the door.  "Yes?" his stomach sank and he
covered himself with the robe, as the door slowly opened.  It was Jenny,
and he sighed in relief, letting his robe slide to the floor.

   "Oliver?" she whispered, clearly scared of this new older brother.  "I
saw what you did outside.  You...  You won't hurt me?  Please?"

   "Of course not, Jenny."

   "Mom is crying.  You hurt Dad pretty bad."

   Oliver lay down on the bed, feeling terrible about what he had done. 
Jenny sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at him.  After a minute,
Jenny hugged him and then left the room.  Oliver dressed, but stayed in his
bed until dinner time, when Jenny came again and told him to come down.

   Everyone sat and ate in silence.  Dad never looked at Oliver, and he
caught Mom looking at him with -- fear of him?  Horror?

   After dinner, Dad told Mom, "I have to return to the office now, to
finish up some work." He didn't look at Oliver as he left.

   Oliver had to look up Thuy's telephone number.  He called her number,
wondering whether he shouldn't.  Thuy's older brother, Duong, answered the
phone.

   "Hello, this is Oliver.  Um, how is Thuy?"

   "Oliver, it's good to hear from you!  Thuy is home now, she's fine.  How
are you doing?"

   "I'm okay."

   "Would you like to talk with Thuy?"

   "Yes, please."

   "Oliver heard a few exchanges away from the phone, then Thuy's voice
came and said, "Hey Oliver!  How are you doing?"

   "I'm okay.  You're not hurt, are you?  They didn't punish you?"

   "No, of course not.  Why would they?"

   "Mom and Dad took me home from the police station--"

   "What?  You were arrested?"

   "Yeah.  Anyway, Dad said I was going to be in big trouble."

   "In trouble!  For what?"

   "Oh, being naked.  Being arrested.  Who knows what.  When Dad's caught
up in a strange idea, there's no turning him.  ANYWAYS, as soon as we got
out of the car he came for me.  I flipped him.  So I'm not punished -- not
that way, at least.  But Mom and Dad probably hate me.  Dad went back to
work, and Mom seems scared."

   "I'm very sorry about your family.  I hope things turn out okay.  At
least they're not likely to hairbrush or beat you again."

   "Until this week, they hadn't done that in years -- not to me."

   Oliver and Thuy talked for a little more.  Shortly after he hung up, the
phone rang again.  It was Wendy.

   "Oliver, you're home!  I was so worried.  I couldn't find you after the
riot!"

   "The police took me.  I was there until Mom and Dad came to pick me up."

   "Oh, crap!"

   Oliver and Wendy talked for the next hour or so.  When they finished,
Oliver felt strangely elated.  He decided to work on his French journal. 
There was lots of stuff to write, and he hoped he could remember
everything. In his room, he thought of removing his clothes again, but was
revolted and inflamed by the idea.

   He was working a little on his journal, when a soft knock came, followed
by the door opening, and Jenny entered again.

   "Doing homework?" she asked.  "May I join you?  I have some for the
weekend as well."

   "Yeah, go ahead." He smiled.  Jenny sat herself on the foot of his bed,
and he turned back to his desk to work.  French, or English?  It didn't
matter, he decided, as long as he got things down before forgetting.  There
was always revision.

   A while later, Jenny spoke up.  "Oliver, I'm having trouble with this
math problem.  Could you help?" Oliver turned and saw that she was sitting
naked, Indian style.  At his silent question, she said, "I thought I'd try
it."

   Oliver sat next to her, and explained the math problem.  "Oh, that's not
so hard," she said.

   Back at his own desk, Oliver realized that he didn't find the idea of
being naked in his room so inflaming.  In fact, it now seemed rather
liberating -- and unfair that Jenny was naked while he wasn't.

   About half an hour later, Jenny sighed with disappointment.  "Now, my
homework's finished for the weekend."

   "Wow!  You're lucky.  If only I could do that."

   "Actually, I do have a story to write for English," Jenny added as she
got up and got some paper from Oliver's desk.

   They both worked mostly in silence for another hour.  Then Oliver
decided it was bedtime.  Jenny yawned and agreed.  "It's boring putting my
clothes on just to cross over to my room, but Mom or Dad might catch me.
   So ended Friday and Oliver's final day naked in school.  

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