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JARED AND AMANDA NAKED IN SCHOOL (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
PART ONE-MONDAY
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CHAPTER ONE
JARED
I knew it. I just knew it. The minute they called me down to the
office that Monday morning, I knew what was up. I was getting
sucked into The Program.
The Program? Oh, that's this thing we have here at Westport
High. Its full name is the Naked In School Program. Yup, those
of us "lucky" enough to be chosen to go into the program have
to be naked, completely, in school, for a full week. We also get
the chance to go through all kinds of shame and humiliation.
This is designed, you see, to "teach respect" and to "foster the
students' confidence." Yeah. Right.
Maybe I shouldn't say that-because it apparently has worked
that way at Central High. That's where this whole thing started.
That's a school about 50 miles away from here, and they've
been doing it for about ten years. Apparently, over there, it has
taught respect, and has fostered confidence. Maybe they just
have a better class of student over there, or
something-because it hasn't worked here.
This would be the third year we tried it. It was the beginning of
the third week in school, and they don't do it the first two
weeks, so I'd be one of the first this year. Oh joy. They've tried
it, the first two years, on just the Juniors and Seniors, so this
would be the first year my class was eligible (I'm a Junior this
year). They're doing it in all four grades this time, hoping that
would help. And I understand they've made a few other
changes as well.
Because, as I said, the first two years haven't been good. One
of the problems has been that parents can "opt out" of their
kids taking part-and it seemed all the kids that weren't opted
out were the geeks, the loners, the outcasts. Kids that get
humiliated to begin with. Having them be the ones going
through The Program seemed to be just another road to their
humiliation. There was a lot of harassment, a lot of teasing, and
rumors of at least one attempted rape. I do know that two girls
that went through it had to be hospitalized afterwards. You'd
think the administration would get the hint. Nope-they just
keep hearing all these glowing reports from Central, and keep
buying into it. But nobody was learning "respect" and I don't
think being harassed and assaulted is going to help your
confidence any.
Which brings me to my problem-who else was buying into
those glowing reports from Central. Namely, my parents. They
were all worried about my confidence, so they volunteered me.
Over my strenuous objections, I might add. They didn't listen.
Unfortunately, one of the kids that went through it last year that
was one of the few to have a good experience was my older
sister's best friend. My parents knew that, too. "It'll help your
confidence. You're too shy." Blah blah blah.
Look, I'm not a geek, not really-by that, I mean I don't get
harassed. I'm not in the popular clique, but I have my group of
friends, and I get along with just about everyone. I don't get
picked on, and most people like me well enough. I get good
grades, but I'm not known as a "brain". I'm an ordinary guy
with a fair-to-middling social life. No serious complaints, really.
But my parents are convinced I'm scared of girls.
There's some truth to that-I'll get back to that later-but what
I'm trying to figure out is how, exactly, parading nude in front
of the entire student body is supposed to cure me of being
scared of the female half of that student body. Nobody's
explained that leap of logic to my satisfaction yet.
Anyhow-I'm scared of girls to a point, but what I really am is
scared of girl. Singular. As in one particular. I've had a crush
on the same girl since seventh grade. I'm scared to talk to her.
Because she is wildly popular-probably the best-liked kid in
the class. Plus she's beautiful, smart, and very sweet. I've had it
bad for a long time. My parents don't know that, of
course-they think my complete and utter failure to garner a
date ever is due to some paralysis over the whole female
species. Well, it's not, not really. I have friends that are girls. I
can talk to them. It's just romantic entanglements scare
me-and that's all bound up with this one girl.
And, very shortly, if I don't miss my guess, that one girl is
going to see....me....NAKED.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit.
There are days when I hate my parents.
Anyhow, there was no getting out of it. I trudged to the
principal's office, resigned to my fate. I turned the knob,
opened the door, and stepped in. And just about swallowed my
tongue. Because Mr. Tilling, the principal, was behind his
desk.....and sitting across from him...shit shit
SHIT...was Amanda Frazier.
My crush.
This just got a WHOLE hell of a lot WORSE.
CHAPTER TWO
AMANDA
I got to school that Monday morning, and went immediately to
Mr. Tilling's office. I knew I was going to be chosen for The
Program that week. Mr. Tilling had discussed it with me
previously.
I guess I'd be considered popular. I do hang around with the
Cool Kids, I'm a cheerleader, all that. Lots of people like me,
lots of people look up to me. I say that not to brag-not my
style-but because it explains why I was "set up". Yeah, there
were a lot of problems with The Program the first two years,
and, yeah, a lot of it was because a lot of the popular kids opted
out. They got to stand on the sideline and be catty.
This is why Mr. Tilling approached me last week and asked
that I volunteer. He wanted a popular kid to kick things off this
year. I said no, of course. It would be humiliating, and way too
much responsibility. He persisted. What can I say, he wore me
down. He appealed to my sense of school spirit, the rat fink. Of
course, I wasn't the tough nut to crack-that'd be my parents.
They freaked, especially my Mom. Tilling wore them down,
too. So, here I was, preparing to go to school for a week in the
altogether.
I was terrified.
That'd surprise some people, I know. Because I'm popular,
have popular friends, am always (at least outwardly) in a good
mood, get decent grades, am friendly, all that-people think
I'm a cool customer. Not. What I am is a good actress. I should
be in drama, not cheerleading.
Y'see, all I heard growing up was stories about my
mother-how unpopular she was, how she was picked on, how
she was an outcast and a misfit all through school. I never
wanted to go through that, so I cultivated popularity.
Now I was confronted with a dilemma-how do I maintain a
complete façade without any clothes on?
And, yeah, I was scared, too-I wasn't all that convinced that
my popularity was going to save me from the harassment.
Especially considering it was all a façade.
But I agreed. Idiot that I am, I agreed. So, here I was, in Mr.
Tilling's office, waiting. Apparently there was going to be
another guinea pig in the Junior class. Three actually, two boys
and one other girl, but they were "pairing us up" this year, and
one of the boys was on his way.
He walked in, and it was Jared Wicklow. I knew him; he'd
been in school with me since sixth grade. Nice guy. Quiet,
didn't say much, so I didn't know him all that well, but I always
thought he was a nice guy. Good, at least they didn't pair me
up with an asshole.
And I took one look at him, and immediately felt better-about
myself, because I felt really bad for him. Because if I was
scared, poor Jared was petrified.
"Hi", he managed to croak out as he sat next to me. I smiled,
and said "Hi" back.
"OK, now that you're both here," Mr. Tilling said, "we can
begin. Amanda already knows why she's here, and I'll bet you
can guess, Jared."
"The Program," Jared replied, looking at his shoes, in a voice
of total doom. I did really feel bad for him.
"Correct", Mr. Tilling confirmed. He handed both of us
brochures describing The Program. "I'm sure you two know
the basics, and the brochure covers most questions you might
have. However, there are a few changes this year. First of all,
it's not completely random. We've pleaded with some of the
more popular kids, like Amanda here, to participate, so that we
get a better cross-section of participants. Plus, we're using a
Buddy System this year."
"Buddy system?" Jared asked.
"Yep. You, Jared, and Amanda, are buddies. We expect you to
support one another throughout this week. And that means
both of you. Amanda is more vulnerable because she's a girl;
but she's also very popular. You're both going to need
support. You have three classes together-one in the morning,
one right after lunch, and the last class of the day, so you'll
have plenty of time to lean on one another. And I trust you'll
exchange phone numbers." He looked us dead in the eye. "I
can count on your cooperation, right?" he said sternly.
"Sure," I chirped.
"Uh, yeah, OK," Jared stammered. Damn, he really was
scared. Or didn't like being teamed up with me, one or the
other.
"Good," Mr. Tilling continued. "Time to strip. Jared? You go
first."
"Uh, me? First?" he stammered.
"Come on, time's a-wasting." Mr. Tilling cajoled.
He did it. Slowly, painfully. I felt bad-Jared had no façade.
He was scared, and embarrassed, and couldn't hide it. Me?
OK, I was curious, I admit it. Everyone thinks because I run
with the popular crowd that I have a lot of dates. Not true.
Nobody ever asks me out. So, in about two minutes, I was
going to see my very first live up-close naked boy. I'd seen a
few of the upperclassmen that got roped into The Program over
the last two years-and, OK, I admit gazing at a few naughty
magazines that my friend Maggie always seems to have. But a
real boy, naked, this close? Never seen one.
Suddenly, there he was. And, I have to admit, I liked what I
saw. Poor Jared was blushing purple, and standing kind of
hunched-over, like he wanted to cover up. I was just enjoying
the view. What was he ashamed about? Now, admittedly, I'm
not much with a basis for comparison, but he didn't seem to
have much to hide. There were muscles I didn't know he had,
his ass was completely delectable-and, there it was, between
his legs. He was soft, but it was still impressive. I looked him
up and down, and kind of involuntarily let a "Wow!" slip
between my lips. Apparently, it was the right thing to say,
because Jared straightened up a little and gave me a bit of a
half-smile-though he blushed deeper, which just made him
cuter.
"Right. Your turn, Amanda," Mr. Tilling said, breaking me out
of my reverie.
"OK," I breathed. Remember, Amanda. Act. Act, act, act. Big
smile. Never let 'em see you sweat-or cry, or be scared, or
whatever. Off with the blouse, off with the skirt, off with the
bra, off with the panties. We got to keep our shoes and socks,
so those stayed on. Big smile, nothing bothers me. So, I'm
stark naked in the principal's office. Next to a boy who is
similarly stark naked. No big deal, right?
Maybe if I kept telling myself this, I might believe it.
And then I caught a glimpse of Jared. For one thing, he was
practically drooling. For another thing he got hard, instantly.
That seemed to increase his discomfort. It shouldn't have. And
we were supposed to be supporting each other, right? So, I
looked down at...IT...boy it was big...anyhow, I looked
down at it, and whispered to him, "That's a nice compliment.
Thank you." At least I got him to smile, a little bit, again.
"Thanks for that 'wow' earlier," he whispered.
I looked up at his face and said, "If I keep looking down,
you're really going to get a 'wow'!"
"OK, now that the preliminaries are over, off to class with you
two. You have English together first period, right? Go. And,
remember, support each other."
"We will," I assured him. "You ready?" I asked Jared.
"NO!" he said.
"Good, neither am I. Let's get it over with anyhow." I marched
out of the principal's office, Jared behind me. The halls were
filled, no big surprise. Smile, smile, smile. March proudly.
Yadda yadda yadda.
How was I going to pull this off for a week?
CHAPTER THREE
JARED
Oh, man, it was so humiliating. Walking through the halls, stark
naked-and with a boner, to boot.
Well, of course I was hard. I was looking at Amanda Frazier's
naked ass the whole way through the hall! Jesus, I had
fantasized about seeing this girl naked since seventh grade. The
fantasies didn't hold a candle to the reality, let me tell you.
When she got her clothes off, I thought I was going to pass out.
And I was so embarrassed at how hard I got, and how quickly
it happened. What Amanda said, though, that was really nice.
As was her reaction to me getting undressed.
If anything, my admiration for this girl was increasing by leaps
and bounds. She was one cool customer. I wish I could be as
nonchalant about this as she was.
However, I had two things going on here. My discomfort at
being naked-and my discomfort at seeing her naked. Not that
I didn't like seeing her naked, mind you, but what a distraction.
Especially since Amanda thought it would be a good idea if we
stuck together, and managed to convince the guy who sits next
to me to switch seats for the week. So, now I not only had to
deal with my nudeness, but I had to deal with the girl of my
dreams sitting next to me as naked as I was.
I was going to flunk English this term, I could see it coming.
She sat next to me, and I couldn't help but look. She really was
beautiful. She had dark reddish hair, that hung down a couple
inches down her back-she had it in a ponytail today-flawless
skin, and sparkling blue eyes. That much I had known. And I
guess I knew how awesome her body was-but now I really
knew. She must have been a C-cup, and they were nice and
firm. Long, shapely legs, a nice round ass, and a really cute red
bush between her legs. She also-and I didn't know this
before-had the tiniest little roll around her waist. It was
adorable, actually.
She caught me looking, and flashed me a grin. Like I said, one
cool customer.
"Well, I see we have not one but two people in The Program
with us this week." That was Mr. Tomasi, our English teacher.
"Nice to see you-all of you-Jared, Amanda. You guys OK?"
"Sure," Amanda said. I managed to squeak out a "fine."
"You sure you're OK, Jared? This must be overwhelming. Do
you need relief?"
NO! my mind screamed, but I managed to calmly say, "No,
thank you." Relief? Well, any guy in the program has the right,
at the beginning of any class, to ask for relief. That means you
either masturbate-or have someone in the class help you
masturbate. But it has to be done in front of the class. No way,
no chance, no how. I'll live with the "blue balls"-which is
bullshit, anyhow-until I can get home and take care of it
myself. In private.
Just sitting there with the woody was bad enough.
"That's something I always wondered," Amanda asked
impishly, "why do only guys get to ask for relief?"
"Because girls don't need to!" came from the back of the
class-it was Danny Jacobsen, one of Amanda's cronies.
"Trust me, Amanda, you walk the halls like that and you'll be
fending off all the guys who want to give you relief!"
"Good point," Amanda giggled.
CHAPTER FOUR
AMANDA
English was actually OK-but the rest of the morning got
worse.
I guess I very quickly came to appreciate the Buddy System
concept-because it was easier at first, with Jared there with
me. When we separated, after English, it got more difficult.
Because the Reasonable Request thing came into play.
Y'see, we have to go along with any "reasonable request".
What's reasonable? Well, that's never been defined, exactly.
Definitely looking. You have to let people look. You even have
to pose, or something, if someone wants you to. I had a lot of
people that wanted me to.
The big question mark is touching. Is that reasonable? Well, the
way the program was first set up at Central, touching came to
be considered reasonable. I'm not sure I agree with that, but I
knew I was going to be touched-and I knew that refusing
would most likely-though, as I said, this was never spelt out
explicitly-get me in trouble.
So, right after English, on the way to my next class, I got felt
up. Three times. And asked to pose, a bunch of times. I barely
made it to Chemistry. And, by the time I did, I was confused
and shaky. And Chemistry didn't help-Mr. Ankiel, our
teacher, is a smirking, arrogant dick. He took great pleasure in
making me twirl and pose in front of the class before he finally
let me sit down. By the time I was done with that-on top of all
the touching and ogling on the way to class-I was really
confused and shaky. And I was having a hard time maintaining
the façade.
You see, as I alluded to earlier, I'm not sexual. And I don't
consider myself sexy. I'm too fat. Well, not fat fat but I've
never been satisfied with my body. Too many lumps, too many
rolls. And now I not only had to show all to everyone, I had to
let them poke and prod my lumps and rolls. And then there's
that not sexual thing. Everyone thinks, because I'm a
cheerleader and hang around with all the football players, that
I've dated half of them. This is not helped by the fact that one
of my two best friends-Maggie, the girl with the dirty
magazines-is a slut. Hey, that's what she calls herself, don't
blame me! Anyhow, Maggie has gone through half the football
team, everybody knows it, and people assume I'm following in
her footsteps. Not true-as I said, Jared's the first boy I've
never seen naked. And I've never been touched. Until today,
that is. Heck, I've barely ever been kissed.
And I don't like losing control. That's what the façade was all
about-maintain control, never let them see you sweat. Well, I
was losing control, in a hurry. One morning of this, and my
body had completely abandoned me. My mind might have been
firmly maintaining the barriers-but my body was crumbling.
Especially when Mike Person, one of the football team, slipped
a finger in my..you know..between third and fourth period.
My body was completely out of control by then. I was horny.
Really, really horny. That's on top of being ashamed and
self-conscious. And I didn't want to be horny, and I didn't
know what to do about it, and I didn't know how I was going
to get through a whole week of this! My mind was screaming
"horrors!" while my body was screaming "more!"
If walking the halls between classes wasn't bad
enough-walking into the cafeteria, stark naked, in front of the
whole junior class, was completely mortifying. Even my friends
razzed and jeered me as I got in line to get my food. And I got
touched or fondled about three dozen times.
Searching desperately for an oasis, I spotted Jared, all by
himself, eating. I avoided my friends and plopped my tray in
front of him. "Hi!" I chirped, the Happy Amanda Mask firmly
in place. "How's it going?"
"Oh, grrrrreaaaat," he moaned. "This is so humiliating."
"Ah, it's not so bad," I lied. "You got to go with the flow."
He looked me in the eye. "I really admire you. Thanks so much
for sitting with me here at lunch-I wish I could take lessons
from you."
"It's all in the attitude," I told him, trying to convince myself as
much as him.
"Maybe. I'm not one for attitude. I mean it's not easy for me. I
don't hide very well."
I had to giggle at that. "Especially when you're stark naked,
awfully tough to hide."
He laughed in agreement. That was nice, at least he loosened
up to laugh at my silly joke. He had a nice laugh.
"I don't know, it's probably easier for you," he was saying.
"I'm completely inexperienced. You're the first naked girl I've
ever seen, and I've certainly never been naked in front of
anyone."
"Ditto," I told him.
"Really?" He seemed surprised. "I didn't realize..you
know..."
"What, that I'm not Maggie Benson?" I laughed. "Nope, we
may be friends, but we're nothing alike. Well, at least our sex
lives are nothing alike. Considering I don't have one, and hers
is all-encompassing." Jared laughed again.
"Forgive me for besmirching your honor, miss," he said
gallantly. I giggled, and told him, "Don't worry about it."
"So, my sister's best friend went through this last year. I know
what the girls that go through it get put through." He looked at
me. "I guess, since you were completely inexperience-that
your experience has quadrupled in just this morning?"
"And how," I admitted. "I'll be honest. I'm so horny, I can't
stand it. And I'm not used to that. And, yeah, I've been felt up,
and had a couple fingers up my...you know..but not long
enough to actually do anything so I'm even hornier."
"I can relate. I had a couple of freshmen girls 'just want to
touch it' on the way here. I thought I was gonna explode."
"Ooh. I know enough to know it's worse for a boy." I looked at
him. "Have you asked for relief yet?"
"NO!." I had to laugh at his vehemence. "No, and I don't plan
to. I'll take care of it when I get home."
"It's a long day."
"Yeah, and it'd be a lot longer if I had to jerk off in front of a
whole class!"
"I dunno. Might be fun. It'd certainly be educational. I'd enjoy
watching, I know that much."
Jared practically choked on his ham sandwich. "Uh-uh. No
way."
"I'll bet you change your mind. Sometime this week." He was
having none of it.
Suddenly, he stopped that line of conversation, and looked at
me. "You know what? You're easy to talk to."
"You sound surprised."
"I am," he told me. "You always intimidated me."
"Me?" I laughed. "How the hell did I do that?"
"Because you're so put together," he told me. "You're so in
control, so vivacious. Everybody likes you. You've almost got
your own little band of courtesans."
"Ah," I demurred, "Like I said, it's all in the attitude."
"Maybe so," he told me, "but the attitude is what might be
intimidating." He took a bite of his sandwich. "Plus, you're the
prettiest girl in school, that doesn't help."
That took me aback. Big-time. "Me? Prettiest girl in school?
You've got to be kidding."
"Hell, no, and I thought that before I saw you naked," he
smiled.
"And now you've changed your mind," I said.
"Nope. More convince of it than ever. Shit, if I ever do need
relief, it's because I have to stare at you three periods a day.
I'm going to flunk all three of 'em, I'm betting. You're the
distraction to end all distractions."
"Jared, you're nuts. Look at me."
"Believe me, I have been," he smirked.
"And you don't see the fat?"
"What, all them womanly curves? I'm not going to be able to
convince you if you don't believe it." He looked at me. "I
didn't think you had any body issues, considering how
comfortable you feel about this."
OK. That's when I slipped. He didn't realize this, but I found
him as easy to talk to as he did me. And I realized he was
sincere. So I told him. "Jared, this is the truth. I'm not nearly as
comfortable with this as you think I am. I wasn't kidding when
I said it was all attitude."
"Oh." While he mulled that one over, I changed tacks.
"Besides, what's your excuse, then? Don't tell me you have
body issues. Stud," and I winked at him. He turned a delightful
shade of hot pink.
"Um, well, to tell you the truth-I don't have much of a body
image either way. It's just kind of there, you know what I
mean? But, no, low body image isn't my problem. I'm just shy.
Especially around girls. And here I am, parading nude in front
of every girl in the student body. It's mortifying, in a way that I
can't explain."
"Hmmm," I said, "So what made you volunteer for this, if you
feel that way?"
"I didn't. My parents volunteered me, and told me afterwards."
"Oh, shit," I commiserated. That explained a lot.
CHAPTER FIVE
JARED
After our little chat at lunch, we walked to Biology
together-that was our next class. And, I have to admit, while
part of my brain-the part that's connected to my dick-was
watching her naked ass sway in front of me, the other part was
stunned.
I had just eaten lunch with the girl of my dreams. We were
both completely naked. And it was like having a nice chat with
someone I had been best friends with for ten years. This girl
really was easy to talk to-easier than I'd ever imagined.
Hell, I admit it. This crush on her started in seventh grade. It
was puppy love, I know it, I was in love with an image. I knew
her-but I didn't really know her. It was the idea of her that I
was in love with. Oh, that, and I wasn't lying when I said I
thought she was the most beautiful girl in school. But, yeah, I
knew what it was. I just surmised, from the image, that if I ever
got the nerve to actually get to know this girl, that I'd fall
completely in love with her. And, what was thrilling, and
completely scary, is that the events of this morning hadn't done
a thing to make me feel I was wrong about that. She was better
up close than she was from afar, at least so far. And I'm not
talking about physically, either.
OK, I'm not completely talking about physically.
We walked into Biology, her in front of me, and I immediately
heard a familiar voice shout out, "Hey, look, it's Amanda's
tits!" I laughed. I had forgotten that Amanda's friend Maggie
was in this class, too.
Maggie's in Amanda's crowd, but I knew her. Everybody
knows Maggie Benson. As Amanda has said, she's got a
reputation for being..er, let's just say, free with her favors.
But nobody holds it against her, because, not only does she not
apologize for it-which makes most people respect her
choices-she's also got a great personality. For one thing, she's
genuinely funny. She teases everybody, no real maliciousness
intended, and cracks everybody up.
She was still going at Amanda. "Hey, Frazier. A week with you
bouncing those bazookas of yours all over school, and I'm
going to have to hide all my boyfriends."
"I don't think there's anywhere on earth big enough to hide all
your boyfriends," Amanda retorted.
"Apparently, your bra qualifies!" ZING! I had to laugh, as did
Amanda, and Amanda then sat down, giving Maggie a full view
of me. I braced myself-but not really. Like I said, Maggie was
funny. I knew there was a quip coming-but I also knew that
Maggie would make me laugh more than she'd make me
embarrassed.
I was wrong. On both counts. As Amanda sat down, and I
walked up the row beside her, I heard Maggie let out a gasp. I
looked at her, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. And then
she said, to my astonishment, "Jesus Christ, Wicklow! Are you
packing! Is that a telephone pole or are you happy to see me?"
She couldn't stop staring. I couldn't stop blushing!. And she
kept it up. "My God, that's the biggest dick I've ever seen on a
high school kid. And I've seen enough of them. Damn. I think I
like this whole Program thing!" I tried to wave her off, but she
kept staring. And, boy, was I purple by this time. Amanda kept
giggling. I'm glad she was amused.
Me, I was embarrassed. Yeah, OK, and I was flattered, too.
Wouldn't you be? I was never one to check out other guys in
the locker room-as I told Amanda, body image was rather a
non-issue to me. It was there, and there it was. How it
compared wasn't much concern to me. But, yeah, having
Maggie Benson-who, as she said, had a basis for
comparison-drooling all over me was flattering.
It also made me more horny. I didn't think that was possible.
Ay yi yi.
Just then, Ms. Toranetti walked in. She's our Bio teacher-and
she's also the person at Westport who was the primary driver
of The Program. She really wanted this to work-I know some
of the failures of the first two years killed her. And, so, she
walked in, saw me and Amanda sitting there starkers-with
Maggie, on the other side of Amanda from me, still
staring-and smiled.
"Well, isn't this a pleasure. I get a matched set of nudists in the
class. Hello, Jared, Amanda. Welcome to The Program. How's
the first day been so far?"
"Fine," Amanda said-but it seemed strained to me.
"Tolerable. Almost," I said, to giggles.
"Ah, it gets easier, Jared." She looked at me. "But, I must say,
you do look rather uncomfortable. Have you had relief yet
today?"
"No!" I said-probably a bit stronger than I intended.
"Don't you think you should?"
I was about to refuse, but I was interrupted-by Maggie.
"PICK ME!" she bellowed. "Oh, pick me, pick me, please pick
me," she rattled, writhing in her chair, to the laughter of the rest
of the room. Amanda especially, and she looked at me and
gave me a little wiggle with her eyebrows, as if to say "go for
it". And I made the mistake of looking over at Maggie-and
she winked. And licked her lips.
I was gonna say no to this?
No, I was not. I accepted Maggie's offer, and went up to the
front of the room, as required, and sat in a chair. Maggie knelt
in front of me, and slowly started running her hand up and
down my dick-which was close to exploding in about two
seconds.
"Oh, what a beautiful piece of equipment," Maggie purred, to
the giggles of the class. She looked up at me, and must have
seen something in my face, because she whispered, "You've
never had this done to you before, have you?"
"Not unless you count my own hand," I admitted, whispering
back. She giggled, and said, "Well, then, I'd better make it an
experience to remember, right?" She looked down at it, her
hand running softly but firmly up the length, and then said, "I
don't think it's gonna fit, but I have got to give it a try." And
then next thing I knew, the head of my dick was in her mouth.
And then more of my dick. And more. And still more.
Holy fuck.
I was getting a blowjob from Maggie Benson. While I was
naked. In front of our whole Biology class-including, let's not
forget, my long-time crush. Who was grinning ear to ear, I
noticed. Then my attention was diverted-as Maggie
swallowed. I was getting deep-throated. All the way, as her lips
made contact with my pubes. She raised her thumb in the air as
if to say, "I did it!" as she took it all in. I looked down, her
cheeks were all puffy and I could see the muscles in her throat
working as she swallowed my dick. And it felt..well, it was
indescribable.
One thing I knew for sure was that I was ready, already. I
tapped her on the shoulder and, when she looked up, gave her
a little sign. She didn't care. She just started slowly and slightly
bobbing up and down on my dick. I think it took about three
bobs-and I exploded. Maggie swallowed every drop. Then
she released my dick, and looked up at me with a little
self-satisfied smile. "I took it all!" she exclaimed, to the cheers
and whoops from the class.
"That you did," I agreed. "Wow."
"You're welcome," she giggled. "It was my pleasure." She
stood up, bowed to the class, and sauntered back to her seat to
applause. I tried to quickly catch my breath, before attempting
to stand up. My legs were like spaghetti.
"Hey, Wicklow." It was Ed Dauer, another one of Maggie and
Amanda's friends. "That's the way to do it. You need relief,
get a professional."
"I am not a professional," Maggie said in mock indignation. "I
never charge money."
"Shit, I don't know why the hell not," I blurted out. Everyone
howled at that, even Maggie.
Ms. Toranetti laughed herself, and then said, "Good. Now that
we've concluded our entertainment, we can get back to class.
Having trouble walking, Mr. Wicklow? Take your time." I just
blushed and waved as I unsteadily made my way to my seat.
"I told you you wouldn't be able to go through the whole week
without relief!" Amanda whispered as I sat down. I just
shrugged and kind of grinned.
"Since we've got two Program participants in the class this
week, we're going to take advantage of it. I'm pushing up the
sex-and-anatomy lesson." Amanda and I looked at each other,
in apprehension. Ms Toranetti must have picked up on it,
because she said, "Don't worry, you two. It won't be that bad,
and you'll not be forced into anything. And this is a good
group. Right?" she said pointedly. The class cheerily affirmed
her opinion.
"I'm going to be honest with you. The Program means a lot to
me. And that's what we're going to start with, today, talking
about The Program itself. Jared, Amanda, I'm going to be
asking for some of your impressions-not today, because it's
the first day, but later in the week. Today, we're going to talk
about The Program in general-and why it's mostly failed here
the past two years."
Kevin Abraham, a kid I didn't know well, raised his hand. "It's
mostly failed because there weren't enough controls."
Ms. Toranetti looked at him. "Marie is your older sister, isn't
she."
"Yeah," Kevin confirmed. "For those who don't know what
Ms. Toranetti is talking about, my older sister, Marie, got put
through the program last year, when she was a senior." Kevin
took a deep breath. "She's one of the ones that ended up in the
hospital. She had-well, basically, it was a nervous breakdown.
She's a lot better now, but it really messed her up."
I raised my hand. "What happened to her? I don't mean to pry,
but, listen-I've found all of this uncomfortable and
embarrassing, but not anything that's really going to mess me
up. What went wrong with the program, really, the last two
years?"
"People abused the rules," Ms. Toranetti told us. "Kevin, I'm
going to try not to really get into this, but let me give them a bit
of background." Kevin nodded. "Kevin's sister was painfully
shy. Now, this is why her parents wanted her in The Program
to begin with, but it backfired. Marie was a wallflower; I don't
know a nicer way to put it. She spent four years fading into the
woodwork-and suddenly she was the center of all attention.
And not always in a nice way. She didn't handle it well."
"Yeah," Kevin agreed. "It was too much, too soon, and too
intense. And that whole reasonable request thing-let's just say
that 'reasonable' gives you a whole lot of leeway. What's
reasonable for me, or you, might not be reasonable for
someone else. When you've spent four years so shy that
nobody even talks to you-and then you end up being groped
every time you walk down the hall, it's a drastic change. Marie
just freaked."
"Yes," Ms T. agreed, "and, don't for a second think I'm
blaming the victim here, because I'm not, but there were too
many Maries in the pool the first two years. This is why we
wanted people like Amanda, who aren't shy-and even Jared,
though he's not the social butterfly Amanda is"-everyone
laughed at that, Amanda and me most of all-"even Jared is
pretty well-liked and has a decent amount of friends. That's
also why we came up with the buddy system-and why we
teamed people like Jared and Amanda together. Both are
normal everyday students, both are very nice people who we
knew would treat the other with respect. This doesn't cure all
the ills, but good role models are hard to find."
"Aah, all this responsibility," Amanda mock-sighed to laughter.
"There's one objection that I have to that theory, though." Ms
T. nodded for her to go on. "Knowing someone isn't shy
doesn't take care of all of it. Maggie would have done better
with this than I am-because I'm completely sexually
inexperienced." That was a tough admission for her to make, I
could tell, especially with half the class looking at her in
disbelief. "That's the big problem I'm having-not the nudity,
per se, but that I feel like I've had my sexuality thrust onto me,
and I'm not sure how I feel about that."
"That's a good point," Mrs. T said. "Do you feel the same way,
Jared?"
"Well, let me just tell you this," I said, "what just happened a
couple minutes ago was the absolute first time any hand ever
touched my dick that wasn't my own. And a mouth? Forget
it."
"Oh, goody, I love breaking them in!" Maggie interjected to
general laughter.
"Good, Jared. So, how do you feel?"
I thought about that one for a minute. "You know, less
put-upon than I thought I might. But that's because of Maggie,
she made it fun and didn't embarrass me. And my buddy, here,
Amanda, too-she was making all these goofy 'go for it' eye
motions at me. It was fun, because Amanda encouraged the
fun, and Maggie made it fun." They were both beaming at me.
That was cool. "I told myself I was not going to ask for relief at
all this week-Amanda's pushing and Maggie's enthusiasm
changed my mind. I never would have done it without them."
"Good," Ms. T said, "and that's why we want people like you
guys in The Program. Jared, you're likeable-Amanda, too.
Maggie likes you, Jared, as a friend, I mean. That makes it all
easier."
"She likes his dick," Ed Bauer quipped.
"Well, yeah," Ms. T agreed, "but it couldn't be just that.
Maggie, would you have been that enthusiastic if you didn't
like Jared as a person?"
"No way," Maggie agreed. "I don't know Jared all that well,
but he's cool. And cute." Dammit, it's awfully hard to hide a
blush when you have no clothes on! "If I thought he was a
complete loser, I wouldn't have been that enthusiastic," Maggie
continued.
"Right," Ms. T went on. "But what we think is that if we start
with people like Jared and Amanda, it'll give a better reputation
to the program itself. We also think the Buddy System will
help. People like Marie didn't have that kind of support."
"It's only been a half a day, and I can tell you that that part of it
has already helped," Amanda said. I smiled at her, and agreed.
"She already gave me a nice pep talk at lunch," I told them. "
And going through a class like this is a lot easier with her here."
I got a radiant smile at that one.
"Well, we'll see what you have to say about that when we start
in on anatomy," Ms. T joked. "But, yeah, we really thought it
was beneficial. I've talked to some of the other kids in The
Program this week, and they are all enthusiastic about the
Buddy System, even after just a few hours."
"My problem with The Program is some of the rhetoric,"
Amanda piped up. "That whole 'boys are different than girls'
garbage. That gets my goat, I have to say."
"You don't agree with that? You don't think girls are different
than boys?" Ms. T asked.
"Only in the plumbing," Amanda quipped. "Look, I'm here
naked. How many of you guys are turned on?" Every male
hand in the room raised. Plus Lisa Sherrick. "Hey, I'm lesbian,
what can I say," Lisa quipped, making Amanda blush.
"OK," Amanda continued. "Now, Jared is also naked. How
many girls outside of Lisa are turned on?" Every other female
raised their hand. "OK. And Jared, are you turned on by being
naked?"
"I was," I replied, "But Maggie Hoovered it out of me." The
class broke up at that. I turned to stare at her. "Give me a
minute, though."
"Oh, thanks," she said, grinning at me. "Anyhow, you get my
point. And I am turned on by being naked. So what's the
difference? We're all turned on. We might be turned on by
different things, but that's not even a given, witness Lisa." She
grinned at me. "And when Jared and I have history last period
with Mr. Riley, he won't be looking at me."
Oh shit, I had forgotten about that. Mr. Riley was gay. Yeeks.
Amanda went on, "So, what's the difference?"
"The difference is how men and women react to that. The
difference is also how members of the opposite sex deal with
it," Ms T replied. "For instance, the whole relief thing."
"I'm glad you brought that up, because that's one of the
inequities, to my mind," Amanda said.
"But it's harder for boys to spend a whole day being aroused
without something being done about it," Ms T said.
"I think that's way overstated," I piped up. "Am I glad I got
relief? Yeah, but that's because Maggie was fun, like I said. I
could've lived without it. It wasn't bothering me all that much."
"Really?" Ms T asked.
"Really," I said. "And I don't think for a second that Amanda's
all that comfortable." She shot me a grateful look. "It's more
obvious on boys, that's all. No, walking around with that thing
sticking out isn't the most pleasant thing in the world, but I
can't see how it's more pleasant sitting all day in a puddle."
Amanda really shot me a grateful look just then. I was scoring
points left and right. Without even trying to-I mean, I was
sincere what I was saying. This couldn't be all that pleasant for
her. She had hinted at such during lunch.
"Look," I went on, "guys have been using that whole 'I've got
blue balls!' stuff with girls for centuries, and it's designed to get
what the guy wants. But what about what the girl wants? Look,
I've been poked and prodded all day, but so has Amanda. I got
to have something done about it. She doesn't. I don't know if
that's fair."
"That's a good point," Ms T said. "I'm going to have to think
about that one. Jared, you need to speak up in class more,
OK?"
I blushed. I blushed more when I realized that every single girl
in the class was looking at me in undisguised awe. I didn't
speak up because of that, I spoke up because I thought an
important point needed to be made. But the looks from the girls
in the class were a nice fringe benefit.
CHAPTER SIX
AMANDA
I could've kissed him. I swear, I could've wrapped my arms
around him and kissed him right there.
He got it. He completely got it.
Who woulda thunk it?
Anyhow, the rest of the day was uneventful, but that's mainly
because gym class was cancelled. I have it right after Bio, but
they were using the gym for something so I got a study period
instead. And poor Jared had to put up with Mr. Riley ogling
him in history, but he was OK about it. Mr. Riley's a nice guy,
everybody knows he's gay, but he's cool. We walked in, Mr.
Riley looked at Jared, and said, "Jared, are you straight?" When
Jared replied in the affirmative, Mr. Riley just went "Too bad."
Even Jared laughed.
Afterwards, we had to go to the entrance to get dressed-with
an audience, of course. Except I didn't get to get dressed.
Cheerleading practice, you see-and since that's a school
activity, I had to be naked for it. Oh, joy. Anyhow, Jared got
dressed, and I just gathered up my clothes to bring to the
football field. They had separated the "dressing and undressing
area" by sex in the past, but they didn't this year-because of
that whole Buddy thing. We were there to support each other.
Since we were both being ogled and asked to pose by a gaggle
of kids of both sexes, the support was welcome.
Jared walks to school, as do I, but in different directions. I
walked him as far as the football field. As he went to go, I
pulled him aside and said, "Thanks for what you said in
Biology." And I kissed him. Just a little light one, but on the
lips. Hey, I said I wanted to kiss him. It was really weird
because, by that point, he was fully dressed and I was not. But
I'm glad I did it.
And can that boy blush!
I could've done without cheerleading, I have to admit. All those
rolls and bulges, unrestrained, while I had to jump around. All
right, I admit it-I'm pretty well-endowed. This is not a good
thing when you're doing jumps and splits. I think I need to try
to talk the administration into allowing sports bras, or I'm going
to get a damn black eye. Yeesh.
Of course, I was the only naked cheerleader. Of course, I had
an audience. And Mike Person, the same football player who
slipped a finger in my..you know...did it again after
practice. I let him. Dammit, I'll admit it, I enjoyed it. And this
time, without the time constraints of having to get me to class, I
let him finish me off.
Yeah, I came. And I didn't even feel all that self-conscious
about it. Hey, I was really horny by that point. At least now I
was even with Jared-and, yeah, it was a relief. But I couldn't
help think that I wish it were Jared doing it. Mike was fine, but
he wasn't particularly gentle, nor particularly clued-in to what
makes a girl feel good. He just poked around down
there....
You know, I don't know if The Program is working if I can't
even SAY it!
He poked around..my pussy. There. I said it. He poked
around my pussy, and I came. But I wanted more.
I wanted Jared. Where the hell did that come from? And why
was I now realizing that I was jealous of Maggie?
Shit.
Anyhow, after that, I got dressed. It was strange. I was
relieved-but at the same time, I felt kind of constrained. I
didn't expect that. But I walked home dressed, and went
inside, to deal with my Mom.
She's not happy about The Program. Mr. Tilling, when he
came to convince my parents to let me take part, quickly
realized who the reasonable parent in my family is, and went to
work on my father. Daddy's cool. But he's not home when I
get home-Mom just works mornings, Daddy's a lawyer who
works all day-so Mom it was.
"How was school, dear?" she asked.
"Interesting. The Program started today. I got selected, as I
thought I would." I could see her stiffen up.
"So you pranced around school all day naked," she spat out.
"Yeah. It was kind of fun." Yup, I put the mask on for her, too.
"Very liberating."
"Oh, that's all we need is for you to get liberated. I do not
know what this world is coming to."
Not wanting to deal with this, I grabbed some cookies and went
to my room to deal with homework.
Daddy's better. After supper, he called me into his office that
he has in the house. "Your mother tells me The Program
started today." I nodded. "How do you feel about it?"
"Weird," I admitted. I can let my guard down around Daddy.
He's the only one. "It was liberating, and humiliating all at the
same time. At least they gave us some support this time." I
explained about the Buddy System, and about Jared. "He
helped, a lot. He's very nice." I told Daddy about what he said
in Biology.
"How is he dealing with things?" Daddy asked.
"No better than I am," I admitted. "He's shy, and isn't much
for building walls around himself, so he felt even more exposed
than I did. It got better, though. Maggie gave him a Hummer in
Bio."
Daddy cracked up laughing. "It would have to be Maggie
Benson, wouldn't it? Um, did you have anything done to you?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "I was groped a lot, and after cheerleading
Mike Person.um..fingered me."
"Did you come?" Daddy asked.
"Yeah," I admitted, blushing to my roots. "He's not exactly
Mister Skill, but I was rather pent-up at the time."
"I can imagine," Daddy laughed. "It's OK, you know. You
need to loosen up. Nobody else realizes this, but I do-that's
why I agreed to your taking part." He smiled at me. "You close
yourself off too much. I know that, and I think you do, too.
There's more to life than being Miss Congeniality."
"Yeah, and I think this week is going to give me a lot to think
about on that score."
"Good."
--end of part one-