NOVEMBER, 2003
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After swapping journals with Amber and seeing what she was going through, I decided to be friendly. There really was a good person inside there. So, that Monday in school, Moose and I waved her over to our table at lunch. She happily accepted.
I\rquote ve never described Amber. She\rquote s tall--not as tall as I am, but tall, especially for a 14-year-old girl. I\rquote d say she was 5\rquote 7\rdblquote or 5\rquote 8\rdblquote . She had an athletic body, which was fitting. She wasn\rquote t skinny, but she definitely wasn\rquote t fat, either. She was built solidly. There were definite curves there, especially in the hips. And, I\rquote ll admit it, she also boasted boobs that were just about perfect. They were big without being grossly out of proportion, with nice prominent nipples. Hey, I\rquote m sorry--when you\rquote re a teenaged guy in a nudist high school, you notice the boobs. You can\rquote t help it. Amber had one of the nicest sets of tits in the whole school. I\rquote d probably vote her second--to Darcy, of course.
She was also pretty. She had straight medium brown hair with red highlights that she wore a bit past her shoulders. It was usually loose, but I know she put it in a ponytail for soccer. Her eyes were brown, big, very expressive. And she had a very nice smile.
Anyhow, that\rquote s Amber. And I just realized that she\rquote s going to read this. Ah, well, I hope she likes it!
So, Moose and I decided we\rquote d hang out with her. We both liked her--Moose plainly thought she was great. Sometimes we were joined by Jordan and Amber\rquote s friend Tiffany. It worked out well.
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The Friday of the first week in November, I got to school early, got undressed, then headed to the auditorium. The parts for the play would be posted then. I walked up--with my eyes closed--took a breath, and then slowly opened my eyes.
I had made it! I\rquote d be playing Valere! I almost did a little jig in the hall.
I looked closer, and quickly realized the irony. I\rquote d gotten a part in the play--and Darcy, the reason I\rquote d tried out in the first place, had not. To my surprise, I found this didn\rquote t diminish my enthusiasm at all.
I looked at a few other names. As I had expected, Stacia got the part of Dorine. The girl I had worked with, Madison Sheldon, got the part of Mariane, Valere\rquote s intended. Keegan Ardell would be playing Orgon, and Zach Provost got Tartuffe. I glanced at the rest. I\rquote d meet them all at our first practice, which would be the following Monday. I couldn\rquote t wait!
I was leaving biology, when Jordan came up to me. \ldblquote You seem like you\rquote re in a very good mood today.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I am,\rdblquote I told her, then told her why.
\ldblquote That\rquote s so awesome! Congratulations!\rdblquote she said.
\ldblquote Thanks. I\rquote m thrilled.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You should be, it\rquote s excellent. So, how many scenes do you have with Miss Darcy?\rdblquote she smirked.
\ldblquote None,\rdblquote I laughed. \ldblquote She didn\rquote t make it.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Wow. And you\rquote re still happy about making it?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yeah. She may have made me think of trying out, but once I got in there and started the tryouts, I wanted to make it for me.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Great, Joe, I\rquote m really happy to hear that. Well, a day like this just deserves to get better.\rdblquote She leaned in, grinning at me, and softly said, \ldblquote How about we go to the pods and take care of your final lesson? You know, the virginity lesson?\rdblquote
You know, in the couple of months I\rquote d been at Naked Higih, I\rquote d gotten better at not popping a boner every three minutes. So, I hadn\rquote t had one before she said that. Afterwards? SPROING! \ldblquote I guess you like the idea,\rdblquote she giggled.
\ldblquote Yes,\rdblquote I agreed.
\ldblquote Good. Come on,\rdblquote she said, and we headed to the pods. We climbed in, and she pushed me down onto the mattress. \ldblquote First things first,\rdblquote she said, and immediately lowered her mouth onto my dick.
\ldblquote Jordan!\rdblquote I hissed, as she devoured me. She took me deep in her mouth, and ran her tongue along the underside of my dick. I immediately felt a climax building. \ldblquote I\rquote m gonna cum, and soon,\rdblquote I gasped.
She pulled off, said, \ldblquote That\rquote s the idea!\rdblquote and went back to it. This time, she went all the way down, slipping me into her throat, as she\rquote d done the first time she gave me head. I don\rquote t know if I\rquote ll \b ever\b0 get used to how good \b that\b0 feels! I almost immediately started shooting down her throat.
She pulled off, a little grin on her face. \ldblquote I\rquote d ask you to return the favor, but I don\rquote t think we have time,\rdblquote she said.
\ldblquote Well, I\rquote m a little, well.....\rdblquote I stammered, pointing down at my limp dick.
\ldblquote I\rquote ll give you a minute to catch your breath, then I\rquote ll wake him back up,\rdblquote she giggled. \ldblquote You see, this way you\rquote ll last longer.\rdblquote
Wow. That was good thinking. \ldblquote You know a lot,\rdblquote I told her.
\ldblquote Hey, I lost my virginity when I was all of twelve. I\rquote ve picked up a few things. Now, let\rquote s see.\rdblquote She reached down and grabbed my dick and started lightly tugging on it. She was right, he started waking up immediately. \ldblquote Kiss me,\rdblquote she said. I did, and also started rubbing her boobs while she kept pulling on my dick.
Jordan broke the kiss after a bit and said, \ldblquote You ready?\rdblquote I nodded, and she settled back onto the mattress, looking up at me. She smiled, and spread her legs, and I moved in between them. Jordan reached down and grabbed my dick, and pulled it towards her opening. \ldblquote Just start slow and easy,\rdblquote she said. She lined me up with her pussy, and I pushed. The head of my dick popped easily into her.
Wow!
I\rquote d never felt anything like \b that\b0 in my life, and I was barely in. Jordan withdrew her hand from between her legs and settled back. \ldblquote Keep going, nice and easy,\rdblquote she said. I slowly pushed myself into her. God, she was wet and hot--and it felt like a thousand little tongues massaging my dick. It was almost indescribable.
I got all the way in, and bumped up against her, making her groan. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me. \ldblquote How you doing?\rdblquote she asked.
\ldblquote Good. Real good,\rdblquote I said.
\ldblquote Great. Welcome to not being a virgin,\rdblquote she giggled, making me laugh back. \ldblquote Now, I think you know what to do. Slow and easy at first.\rdblquote
I nodded, and slowly pulled almost all the way out. Then I slid easily back in. Jordan groaned again. I tried not to get too carried away. She gave me that blowjob so I\rquote d last longer, and I didn\rquote t want to let her down. So, I did as she asked--I started slow.
It was still the most fantastic thing I\rquote d ever felt. At one point, it flashed through my head: I\rquote m actually fucking! Joe Benson is getting laid. Unbelievable.
I wanted to soak it all in. I wanted this burned into my memory--not just what it felt like on my dick, but everything. Jordan was groaning on every downstroke, and her hands were pressed up against my flanks. Her legs were wrapped around my ass. Every time she groaned, she bit her lower lip. I wanted to remember it all.
After a bit, Jordan hissed, \ldblquote OK, faster.\rdblquote I sped up. Jordan\rquote s groans turned to little squeals as I pounded into her. Then, I couldn\rquote t concentrate on Jordan so much, as the sensations on my dick started to build. I closed my eyes, and just let it happen.
Luckily, it happened for Jordan first. \ldblquote Oh! Oh! OH!\rdblquote she squealed. \ldblquote Cumming!\rdblquote I felt her pussy contract around my dick, and her hips came up and pressed into mine. Her hands on my flanks pressed into fists.
It took me about three more strokes. It was out of this world.
Afterwards, collapsed next to Jordan, both of us trying to catch our breath--I realized a few things. First, that I was very lucky. Second, that Jordan was just awesome. I knew I wasn\rquote t in love with her or anything like that, but I definitely liked her a lot. And, third, that sex was a much more emotional experience than I had realized. At least for me it was, despite my being a supposedly non-emotinal just-get-me-off male.
I leaned over and kissed Jordan\rquote s cheek. \ldblquote Thank you.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You\rquote re welcome. And thank \b you\b0 . That was awesome.\rdblquote
\ldblquote It sure was.\rdblquote
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That night, I told Maggie. It was late--Maggie had been working as a waitress for a couple of years and didn\rquote t get home until late. I waited up for her. Anyway, she was thrilled for me. I also asked her about the emotional reaction. I didn\rquote t figure that had ever happened to her outside of Chuck.
\ldblquote Actually, it has, a few times. It\rquote s strongest with Chuck, of course. But, it has happened, with people I\rquote m particularly close friends with. Jared, for example.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Ah. I was confused, because I didn\rquote t think I was in love with Jordan or anything.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Right. No, it happens,\rdblquote she said. \ldblquote It varies--at least it does for me. With some poeple, it was purely physical. But it was more emotional with close friends, and most emotional with Chuck.\rdblquote
\ldblquote OK, good.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Glad I could help,\rdblquote she grinned. Then she looked down. \ldblquote Damn, my feet hurt.\rdblquote
\ldblquote All that waitressing,\rdblquote I teased. \ldblquote I don\rquote t know why you do it, anyway. Dad\rquote s never been stingy with money, as long as we were in school.\rdblquote
\ldblquote True, but I\rquote ve been saving up for something, and I know Dad wasn\rquote t going to pay for this. And I finally have enough, actually.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Ah. What have you been saving for?\rdblquote
She grinned. \ldblquote A boob job.\rdblquote
I almost choked on my own spit. \ldblquote EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?\rdblquote
\ldblquote I\rquote m getting breast implants. I already have it scheduled for the week after Christmas. No more Itty Bitty Tittie Committee for me!\rdblquote
\ldblquote I\rquote m surprised. I never thought it bothered you,\rdblquote I told her.
\ldblquote It doesn\rquote t \b bother\b0 me, as such. It\rquote s just that bigger boobs is something I\rquote ve always wanted. It\rquote s available, and I\rquote ve saved the money, so I\rquote m going to go for it. They\rquote re going to take me from an A cup to a C cup.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Wow. On your body, Mags, a C cup willl look enormous.\rdblquote
\ldblquote That \b is\b0 the idea.\rdblquote
\ldblquote This wasn\rquote t Chuck\rquote s idea, was it?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Nope. I\rquote ve wanted to do this long before Chuck, and he loves me just the way I am. He told me it was completely my decision. Of course, he\rquote s not opposed to the idea one little bit.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I\rquote ll bet!\rdblquote
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That Monday, we had our first practice for the play. It was mostly just reading the lines, getting used to our parts and the people we\rquote d be acting with. My big scene was with Madison Sheldon and Stacia Averbuk, so that\rquote s who I worked with the most.
Tuesday, all hell broke loose for Amber. She came into school all bandaged up. Apparently, it happened at the soccer game the previous day. It was a cheap shot from two of the opposition. The rumor was that they were friends of Jenna\rquote s, and Jenna had set Amber up.
The tough part, for me, was the next day. By then, it was common knowledge that Torie Dallas, who was level-headed, had flat-out accused Jenna, and Jenna\rquote s denials were very weak. That was enough to convince certain people who\rquote d branded Jenna a princess and Amber a bitch that they might be wrong. This included people like Patrick and Justin and that crowd.
They came over to sit with us at lunch. However, Amber wasn\rquote t in a very forgiving mood, and I can\rquote t say that I blamed her. She got up and moved to another table, Tiffany and Jordan joining her. The problem was that Moose and I were caught between the proverbial rock and hard place. We stayed with Patrick and Justin and them, but we weren\rquote t completely comfortable with it. Especially when a few of them, Patrick and Tanya especially, started in on how \lquote ungrateful\rquote Amber was being.
Moose shocked me. \ldblquote Ungrateful?\rdblquote he said to them. \ldblquote You people treat her like shit for two months, and she\rquote s supposed to be grateful? For what, exactly?\rdblquote
Considering how seldomly Moose ever spoke up about \b anything\b0 , that shut everyone up. Thank goodness.
Most importantly, Amber didn\rquote t hold it against us for staying at the table.
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Drama was a lot of fun, right off the bat. It looked like there were a lot of talented people at Naked High.
I enjoyed watching Keegan Ardell work out the role of Orgon. It was a part that took a decent amount of comic bluster, and Keegan slid right into it. In talking to him in between scenes, I found it wasn\rquote t a stretch--at least the comic part. Keegan was funny. I also admired what seemed to be a complete lack of self-consciousness. Keegan was a big guy, and chubby. He just didn\rquote t seem to care.
Then there was Stacia. She \b was\b0 self-conscious, no doubt about it. But she had a switch, almost--when she stepped onto the stage and into the part of Dorine. All of her self-consciousness seemed to melt away. Her talent was apparent from the get-go.
One day late that week, I ended up talking to her, sitting in a couple seats in the auditorium. She plopped into a seat next to me after running a scene with Keegan, and Zach Provost playing Tartuffe. \ldblquote Wow. I have so many lines to memorize,\rdblquote she said.
\ldblquote That you do. That\rquote s a big part.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I acted in junior high, but never a part this big,\rdblquote she told me.
\ldblquote I\rquote ve never acted. Then again, my part\rquote s a lot smaller.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You\rquote ve never acted?\rdblquote she said. \ldblquote I\rquote m surprised. You\rquote re very good.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Thank you,\rdblquote I said, surprised. \ldblquote You, by the way, are fantastic.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Ah, I\rquote m not that good,\rdblquote she protested.
\ldblquote Yes, you are. You take over the role. It\rquote s like someone flips a switch.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Thanks. I really want to do well at this.\rdblquote She sighed. \ldblquote It\rquote ll get me out of my own pathetic life.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Is it that bad?\rdblquote
She looked at me. \ldblquote I barely know you,\rdblquote she said.
\ldblquote True. So, don\rquote t feel obligated to talk. But you can, if you want to.\rdblquote
She looked at me some more, and then sighed. \ldblquote I don\rquote t want to be here,\rdblquote she said in a very small voice. \ldblquote People laugh at me. They make fun of me. I\rquote m too damn fat to walk around naked all day. It\rquote s horrible. Maybe, if I can be good at this, I\rquote ll have someplace in this damn school that I can get some respect instead of just teasing.\rdblquote
Damn. I suspected this, but to hear it come out of her mouth was just sad. \ldblquote Tell \lquote em all to go to hell.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Easier said than done. I can barely talk, outside of this auditorium. I keep thinking about what people think when they look at my awful body, and I just freeze up.\rdblquote
\ldblquote So, if I cornered you after a class, you wouldn\rquote t be talking to me like this?\rdblquote
She laughed, and said, \ldblquote Probably not. I am definitely more comfortable in this atmosphere.\rdblquote
\ldblquote So, why are you here? At Naked High, I mean, if you hate it that much.\rdblquote
She sighed again. \ldblquote My parents. I love them dearly. They\rquote re kind of old-school. They were born in Russia--we\rquote re Jewish. They were refuseniks who got out of Russia in the early eighties, when they were still teenagers. They met in New York City in the expat community there. They married, had me, then Dad got a job offer and they moved here.
\ldblquote Some of this stuff, the nudity and sex and stuff, throws them--and they think they\rquote ve sheltered me. It\rquote s not true, I\rquote ve really done it to myself. But that\rquote s what they think, so they talked me into going here so I could learn and grow. Unfortunately, they don\rquote t quite get it. You\rquote ve seen pictures from the Soviet Union back in those days? \b Everybody\b0 was overweight, because of the horrible diet. And, here, in the land of plenty--well, my parents don\rquote t ever turn their noses up at a good meal. They spent too long living on crap back in the USSR. And they haven\rquote t entirely assimilated to American culture, especially some of the bad aspects of it. An overweight person being shunned just escapes their comprehension.
\ldblquote So, they don\rquote t get what I\rquote m going through. They think this is a grand learning experience. And I can\rquote t really tell them--they don\rquote t understand. And I really do love and respect them, so I\rquote m \b trying\b0 to get through this for their sake. But it\rquote s hard.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Ah,\rdblquote I said. \ldblquote I can relate to some of that.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You can?\rdblquote she said, surprised.
\ldblquote To a point. Not any of the Russian stuff, or anything like that. But I kind of had my arm twisted to go here. And it hasn\rquote t all been easy.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Why hasn\rquote t it been easy?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Well, I kind of have the opposite problem. I\rquote m all skin and bones.\rdblquote
She laughed. \ldblquote I wouldn\rquote t mind that problem.\rdblquote
\ldblquote And I wouldn\rquote t mind some of your weight.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Hmm,\rdblquote she giggled, \ldblquote do they have an operation for that? Fat transplant?\rdblquote
I cracked up. \ldblquote I don\rquote t think so. Anyhow, that\rquote s part of my problem. Plus, I was very shy when I got here, though that\rquote s getting better. I had some good people pull me out of my shell.\rdblquote
\ldblquote God, I need that.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You\rquote re talking to me fine.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Like I said, we\rquote re still \lquote in drama\rquote . I\rquote m more relaxed. Plus, you\rquote re a fellow actor, that makes it easier. Who pressured you, your parents?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Well, my Dad, a little. I don\rquote t have a mother. A lot of it was from my siblings. Mr. Benson, the English teacher, is my older brother.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Oh, I didn\rquote t know that!\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yeah. And I have an older sister, Maggie. She\rquote s in college. She\rquote s very outgoing, has been very sexually active for a long time, and talked me into going here so I wouldn\rquote t end up repressed or something.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Ah, I see,\rdblquote she said with a grin. \ldblquote And you\rquote re not like Maggie.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I certainly wasn\rquote t when I got here. Then again, I don\rquote t think I\rquote ll ever be entirely like her. Though, as I said, I have gotten out of my shell some.\rdblquote
\ldblquote That\rquote s good. I don\rquote t know if I can.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Sure you can. You just need more confidence. Look at Keegan.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Keegan\rquote s just got that naturally. And I think it\rquote s easier for a guy to be overweight.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You might be right about that,\rdblquote I agreed. \ldblquote But a little confidence might help.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yeah,\rdblquote she said. \ldblquote I\rquote m working on it.\rdblquote
\ldblquote This helps, doesn\rquote t it?\rdblquote I said, pointing at the stage.
\ldblquote Yeah. A lot.\rdblquote
I enjoyed talking to Stacia. She was a nice person. I did feel for her--this must be a pretty hair-raising experience. But, she was right, doing drama was going to help--because she was a hell of an actress.
The other girl I had the big scene with, Madison Sheldon, was different. She was a bubbly blonde. I\rquote ll be honest, my first impression was that she was an airhead. I was wrong about that.
For one thing, she worked hard, very hard, on her part. Mariane was an interesting character, being rather caught between a rock and a hard place. Madison did a lot of work, right from the beginning, trying to develop that. We also seemed to have some chemistry together--which was a good thing, considering we were playing two people that were supposed to be getting married!\line
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I\rquote ll admit it. I was meeting new people, getting better, having an easier time. However, I was still hung up on Darcy.
She was in two of my classes, the last two of the day--geometry and history. The problem with that was her asshole boyfriend was also in the geometry class.
The other problem with that is that she was assigned a seat next to me, not him. Plus, she sat fairly close to me in the other class, history, and had figured out I was good at it (I really liked history). So, one day, leaving Geometry, she said something. \ldblquote Hey, Joe, did you understand what Mr. Riley was talking about yesterday?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Sure,\rdblquote I managed, without sounding like a lovesick idiot. I explained to her what was going on in class the previous day, and she seemed to get it.
\ldblquote Thanks,\rdblquote she said as we got to class, giving me a blinding smile for my trouble. \ldblquote That was a big help.\rdblquote
The problem, of course, was that my little helpful turn was noticed by Alex, the asshole boyfriend. He snarled at me for a week afterwards. I did not at all get what Darcy saw in that guy. I know a lot of people thought she was stuck-up, but she didn\rquote t come off that way to me. She was always nice to me. But she was dating a prick. I didn\rquote t get it.
Anyhow, after I helped her with history, she gave me a nice \ldblquote Hi, Joe!\rdblquote in geometry every day. Which pissed Alex off. Not that I gave a rat\rquote s ass.
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I had my own problems to worry about. Chief among them was Patrick.
We\rquote d been best friends for so many years. I valued that friendship highly. But, sometimes, listening to him got tiring. He\rquote d gotten away from Jenna, but still managed to run Amber down at least once per conversation. Usually a subtle little dig, but I caught it.
I didn\rquote t like it, but Patrick didn\rquote t listen to me. Moose didn\rquote t like it either, but Patrick intimidated him. However, one day at lunch, I got unexpected support--from Justin.
The four of us were eating, and Patrick said something about Amber. Before I could say a word, Justin spoke up. \ldblquote You know, I think you\rquote ve got her all wrong. Amber\rquote s OK. She\rquote s not a bitch.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You don\rquote t know her,\rdblquote Patrick said. \ldblquote She\rquote s never been anything but bitchy.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Maybe it\rquote s you,\rdblquote Justin said, shocking us all. \ldblquote Maybe there\rquote s just a personality conflict there. I rather like her.\rdblquote
\ldblquote As do I,\rdblquote I spoke up. \ldblquote And, considering we swap journals and I\rquote ve read hers for the first two months, I\rquote m sure I know her better. She\rquote s cool, she really is.\rdblquote
Patrick disagreed, but at least he dropped the digs.
It was later that day, after school, that I was reflecting on some of this stuff. That\rquote s when I realized a few things about myself. I saw things.
Look, two and a half months into school, and the stereotypes had hardened. I heard and saw them. Amber was a bitch. Darcy was a snob. Stacia was a fat cow with no redeeming value. Madison Sheldon was an airhead. Moose was a fencepost, a non-speaking nonentity. Keegan Ardell was a buffoon, a clown that used humor to hide his weight problem behind.
The problem was, I disagreed with \b all\b0 of it. Amber was prickly, but she was smart and funny and, once you got past her shell, generous at heart. Darcy was sweet, friendly, appreciative if you helped her out. Stacia was a brilliant actress, sweet and vulnerable, and pretty, even. Madison was a hard worker with a firm sense of responsibility. Moose was the funniest person I knew, and loyal and trustworthy besides. And Keegan was himself a hard worker, a good actor, and very comfortable with himself--he wasn\rquote t trying to hide anything.
I had to ask myself--was I just seeing stuff that nobody else did?
Not that it was foolproof, mind you--Alex Randall was still an asshole, and I didn\rquote t see much to like in Jenna, either. But, a lot of these people had gotten reputations that I just didn\rquote t see, at all. I wondered about that.
I discussed it with my favorite sounding post--Maggie.
\ldblquote Hm,\rdblquote she said after I\rquote d gotten done with my discourse. \ldblquote You know who you remind me of?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Who?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Jared, Amanda\rquote s boyfriend. Jared sees the good in people. He just does. And he takes a genuine interest in just about everyone around him. He\rquote s been like that since I\rquote ve known him. That\rquote s just the way he is. And, you know what, Joe? It\rquote s a good way to be.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Sometimes.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Why wouldn\rquote t it be?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Because I feel like I should almost be spending half my time defending people,\rdblquote I sighed. \ldblquote And I\rquote m not very confrontational. Take today. I was walking down the hall, and Stacia Averbuk was about 10 feet in front of me. And a bunch of guys started making the mooing noises at her. I almost wanted to slug them.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You don\rquote t have to do that,\rdblquote Maggie told me. \ldblquote You know what you should\rquote ve done? Just gone up to Stacia and said hi. Talked to her like a friend. In front of the assholes. It\rquote s all about support, Joe. I know you\rquote ve been eating lunch some with Amber. That\rquote s better than confronting her detractors. She\rquote ll figure it out, you know?\rdblquote
\ldblquote I see your point,\rdblquote I told her. I\rquote d have to work on that.
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The play was coming along, and it was a lot of fun.
As I said, my big scene was with Stacia and Madison. The gist of it is a fight between Valere (me) and Mariane (Madison) that Dorine finally steps in and settles. At one point, Stacia has to run between Madison and me, across the stage, to keep us both from leaving.
We were running the scene one day and, while running from Madison to me, Stacia tripped. BOOM! Right in the middle of the stage. It was such a pratfall that I thought she was hurt. But she popped right up and came over to me, and tried to deliver the line, which was, \ldblquote Same thing again! Deuce take you both, I say!\rdblquote
But she was laughing so hard she couldn\rquote t get it out!
It was hilarious. She was so serious about acting that to see her crack up trying to deliver a line was delightful. Of course, this got \b me\b0 laughing, and then Madison. Stacia tried three times and couldn\rquote t get \ldblquote Same thing again!\rdblquote out of her mouth. Finally, she just stopped and laughed.
\ldblquote Are you OK?\rdblquote I said.
\ldblquote Yes,\rdblquote she giggled, \ldblquote I\rquote m fine. What a spectacular pratfall that must have been!\rdblquote
\ldblquote It was impressive,\rdblquote I said. \ldblquote It\rquote s not every day a naked girl falls at my feet.\rdblquote That just made her laugh harder.
We started the scene again, and flew through it--but when Stacia came over to me to deliver that line again, she had to stifle a giggle!
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The problem with losing your virginity is this: sex is addictive.
I thought I was horny \b before\b0 I had sex with Jordan. I had no idea. And going to a high school with naked girls around all day didn\rquote t help. I was just constantly horny.
Maybe I should\rquote ve approached Jordan, but I\rquote d never done that. Everything that had happened between us was at her initiative. Plus, I knew for a fact that I was \b not\b0 the only guy she was messing around with. And I didn\rquote t want to put pressure on her or anything like that. Let\rquote s face it, we had a rather strange relationship!
However, none of this did anything for my horniness problem. So, the week before Thanksgiving, I decided, after lunch, to head towards the pods, just to see who was there.
I walked through one of the corridors and didn\rquote t see anyone. I turned into another, and Eliza Ying was standing there. \ldblquote Hi, Joe!\rdblquote
\ldblquote Hi, Eliza. Looking for company?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Sure! From you especially.\rdblquote We went into one of the pods.
\ldblquote Have you been here since we were?\rdblquote I asked her.
\ldblquote Once, actually. With Dylan Lashko. We just fooled around.\rdblquote
\ldblquote What do you want to do today?\rdblquote I asked her.
\ldblquote I dunno. Kiss me and we\rquote ll take it from there,\rdblquote she said with a little giggle. So, that\rquote s just what I did--I kissed her, while my hands ran all up and down her body. She ended up in my lap again--that was a whole lot of fun!
We ended up with me sitting on the mattress, and Eliza more or less kneeling on my lap, her back up against my chest. I had one hand on her boob and the other between her legs, rubbing at her pussy. She moaned, and grabbed at my dick--which, in this position, was right between her thighs. Before I knew it. she raised up on her knees a bit, and pointed my dick right at her pussy!
\ldblquote Are you sure?\rdblquote I asked.
\ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Like this?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes. I\rquote m thinking it might be easier if I can control it, since it\rquote s my first time. Is that OK?\rdblquote
Oh, God, that\rquote s right--she was a virgin. Jesus. \ldblquote Yeah, that\rquote s fine,\rdblquote I said.
\ldblquote Is this your first time, too?\rdblquote she asked.
\ldblquote Second,\rdblquote I told her. \ldblquote First in this position, though.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Okay,\rdblquote she giggled. She raies up and lined my dick up at her opening, then slid down, just a little bit. She lowered herself on to me very slowly. I could see why. My God, she was tight. I felt the head of my dick pop past her opening as she grunted.
I was right at her maidenhead. One of the things we\rquote d learned in biology class was that losing the maidenhead could hurt. Hey, one of the benefits to going to a school like this is you talk about sex in biology class! Anyhow, I worried about this hurting Eliza. There wasn\rquote t much I could do about it, though, considering she was in control.
I felt my dick press against the barrier. Then Eliza took a deep breath and pushed. I felt it go. My dick was pushing against something--and then it wasn\rquote t. Eliza let out a little whimper. The problem was, she kept going. She\rquote d pushed so hard to get her virginity out of the way that she just kept going. Before I knew it, I was \b all\b0 the way in. \ldblquote Oooooo!\rdblquote she hissed as she hit bottom.
\ldblquote Are you OK?\rdblquote I asked.
\ldblquote Yeah. Mostly. It hurts a little.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Relax. Take your time.\rdblquote My hands had been down on her hips to stead yer, but I moved them up and started rubbing her shoulders and upper back, trying to relax her. It worked. Her groans turned to little sighs. \ldblquote Oh, that feels nice,\rdblquote she breathed.
After a couple of minutes, Eliza said, \ldblquote OK, it feels a lot better.\rdblquote Then she pulled herself up, slowly, and settled back down. She sighed as she hit bottom again. Then she kept going, finding a slow but steady rhythm.
This created a bit of a new problem--for me. I mean, it was my second time. She was \b so\b0 tight. She was also wet, and getting wetter by the minute. Then there were her breathy little sighs. As an added bonus, I made the mistake of looking over her shoulder and getting a clear view of my dick disappearing into her pussy as she slid down on it. Man, what a sight!
All this meant that I was definitely walking the edge. I think the only thing saving me was Eliza\rquote s slow, deliberate pace. And that wasn\rquote t going to work for long.
I tried. I really did. I just wasn\rquote t going to be able to hold off. After a remarkably short period of time, I hissed, \ldblquote Shit! Cumming!\rdblquote Then I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me, grinding into her while I came.
\ldblquote Damn. And it was just starting to feel good,\rdblquote she said. \ldblquote Ah, well, I know it\rquote s not your fault. At least I got it over with.\rdblquote She started to pull off of me, but I grabbed her hips again.
\ldblquote No, wait,\rdblquote I said. \ldblquote Just sit there for a minute.\rdblquote I hadn\rquote t gone completely soft. Maybe I could keep going.
I waited until I got a little less sensitive. Then I said to Eliza, \ldblquote Wiggle a little.\rdblquote She did, and my dick went \b right\b0 back up, all the way.
\ldblquote Round two?\rdblquote I said, pushing up into her a bit.
\ldblquote Oh, goody!\rdblquote She started moving up and down on me again. She started slow again, but quickly built up a little speed. She was moaning and gasping.
That\rquote s when I got an idea to help her along a little. My hands had been on her hips again. I moved one of them to her front and reached between her legs. That was a little weird, as I felt where my dick was entering her pussy. Then I slid my fingers up from there, along the length of her pussy. She moaned, and hissed, \ldblquote God, Joe!\rdblquote Then I went for the clit.
She just went \b nuts\b0 . She started bouncing up and down on me furiously. I\rquote ll admit, it was hard to keep my finger in contact with her clit when she did that, but I managed. And, boy, was it fun to watch! Even from behind. As she plunged herself up and down on me she kept moaning and gasping, \ldblquote Oh God, Joe! Oh God! Joe! Joe! Oh God!\rdblquote
I very gently pinched her clit with my finger and thumb. That did it. She just went off. She sank all the way down on me and stiffened, her legs getting wobbly and her back slamming into my chest. She squealed, and I felt her pussy contract around my dick.
Afterwards, she slumped against me, plainly exhausted. She was still impaled on my dick. I put my arms around her waist to support her. \ldblquote Oh, my head,\rdblquote she said after a bit. \ldblquote Wow. That was something. You didn\rquote t cum again?\rdblquote
\ldblquote No, but that\rquote s fine, I had one.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You deserve a second, after that,\rdblquote she giggled. She pulled herself off of me, then climbed around behind me and situated herself on the bed, lying back, her legs spread. \ldblquote Come on. Now that I\rquote m broken in, so to speak, we can try it this way and finish you off.\rdblquote
I eagerly accepted the invitation, climbing between her legs and sliding easily back into her. All the resistance was gone, as soaked as she was between both of our cums. And, boy, was she a groaner--she let another one out as I hit bottom.
I really enjoyed her being on top. It was a lot of fun, and I liked being able to put my hands just about anywhere. But, for the simple goal of me cumming, this \b was\b0 easier. Especially considering I\rquote d already had one. I also liked watching her--I hadn\rquote t gotten to see the marvelous facial expressions when her back was to me.
And, unbelievably, she was building up again. Every time I stroked into her, her groans got deeper and deeper and her eyes clenched tight. She even grabbed at my ass to pull me into her. And then she started moaning my name again.
Well, one thing I\rquote d figured out is that I had pretty good stamina the second time around, anyway! I thought I would\rquote ve blown again by now. But I hadn\rquote t. And Eliza was definitely getting close, as evidenced by the stuff she was saying! \ldblquote Oh God, Joe...I\rquote m gonna...Joe..Oh God! Oh God!\rdblquote
I think she beat me--by milliseconds. I felt a little clench, and she yelped again. But then away I went.
\ldblquote Oh, God,\rdblquote she hissed--again--after I slumped on the mattress next to her. \ldblquote That was....wow!\rdblquote
\ldblquote Wow is a good word,\rdblquote I agreed. \ldblquote Eliza, you are really something else.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You too,\rdblquote she grinned. Then she glanced up at the clock on the wall. \ldblquote Damn. The bell is going to ring in two minutes.\rdblquote She sighed. \ldblquote Just enough time to clean up. That\rquote s the problem with this whole sex in school thing, no time to cuddle.\rdblquote
\ldblquote True.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You \b agree\b0 with that?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Sure, I like cuddling.\rdblquote I grinned at her. \ldblquote We can cuddle after school if you\rquote d like, to make up for it.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I think I\rquote ll take you up on that!\rdblquote
We cleaned up, and shared a hell of a kiss before the bell rang. And, after I got out of drama practice, she was still there--and we went into a pod and shared a cuddle. Just a cuddle, and we talked some. It was very nice.
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Darcy came up to me after class one day. \ldblquote So, how\rquote s drama?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Good. I\rquote m sorry you didn\rquote t get a part.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Ah, it\rquote s OK,\rdblquote she said with a little shrug. \ldblquote I would\rquote ve enjoyed it, but I\rquote m not a fanatic about it or anything. Besides which, I\rquote m an all-or-nothing kind of person--I wanted Dorine, and only Dorine. And the minute I saw Stacia Averbuk, I knew I wasn\rquote t getting Dorine.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Stacia--she\rquote s amazing.\rdblquote
\ldblquote That she is. I know she\rquote s had some problems around here because of her body. I\rquote m glad she found something to give her some confidence. She absolutely blew me away in tryouts--I couldn\rquote t believe how talented she is.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yeah. It\rquote s a trip working with her.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I\rquote ll bet. Good luck yourself with it. I\rquote ll talk to you later.\rdblquote With that, she was off.
Why on earth did people think this girl was a snob? Damn, I didn\rquote t get it.
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I guess I just didn\rquote t quite \lquote get\rquote high school. And I didn\rquote t think this was a particular function of Naked High, either. It just seemed so cliquish and arbitrary. I guess I\rquote m just strange. Maggie says it\rquote s that I\rquote m \ldblquote incredibly mature\rdblquote but I don\rquote t know if I agree with that.
I just didn\rquote t get it--the labelling, the catagorizing. \ldblquote He\rquote s this, and she\rquote s that,\rdblquote etc. Maybe some of that \b did\b0 come from Maggie. When I got old enough to know what it meant--middle-school age or so--I knew that certain people considered Maggie the \ldblquote school slut.\rdblquote Now, I knew how much more there was to her than that, what with her being my big sister and all. I also saw how \b she\b0 dealt with it--which was to basically laugh it off. Maybe that influenced my thinking.
I do understand people who can\rquote t shrug it off. I understand why Stacia walks the halls all hunched over, one step away from tears. Though Maggie was never like that, I understood it. Maggie\rquote s got the intestinal fortitude of three normal people, I know that. But it did make me realize how arbitrary and senseless and potentially hurtful all the labels are.
Shortly before Thanksgiving break, I did something about it, for one person. I did as Maggie suggested. I saw Stacia walking ahead of me in the halls, and heard the usual teasing and catcalls. So I sped up through the hall and met up with her.
\ldblquote Hey, Stacia, how\rquote s it going?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Oh! Hi, Joe, how are you?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Just peachy.\rdblquote I diverted her attention. I made her talk, and I talked to her. We chatted about the play, school, whatever. Since I was, as she said, a \lquote fellow actor\rquote she didn\rquote t go into her shell. She walked a little straighter and even smiled a bit. By the time we got to her class--down the hall a bit from mine--she was fine.
It felt good. It really did. Yes, we were seen together, talking. I didn\rquote t care.
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Thanksgiving break was fine. Chuck came home, and he and Maggie obviously wanted time together, but they were cool enough to take me out to Burger Hut with them on Friday night. I was glad of that--I liked Chuck, a lot. I fully approved of my sister\rquote s choice of boyfriend. I figured he\rquote d be my brother-in-law someday and I was just fine with that. We had a good time. Chuck was interested to hear all my stories about Naked High. Especially the sex ones!
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On Sunday, the 30th, Amber and I met up to do the journal-swap thing. I gave her her copy of my journal, and she did the same. I started reading.
I knew a lot of it, of course--the stuff with Jenna and all that. I also knew about her TV interview concerning the stupid protesters. (Jeez, don\rquote t those people have anything better to do?) But I didn\rquote t know all of it.
Wow!
\ldblquote Jesus, Amber, your sister\rquote s boyfriend?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Hey, it surprised the hell out of \b me\b0 , I\rquote ll tell you that!\rdblquote she said with a big grin. \ldblquote But, boy, was it fun!\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yeah, I can tell.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You beat me, but I caught up in a hurry!\rdblquote
\ldblquote You sure did.\rdblquote
\ldblquote And it looks like you made Eliza Ying very happy. Nice job, stud,\rdblquote she laughed, making me blush.
I kept reading. \ldblquote Oh my God, you \b shaved\b0 ? Oooooh! When do I get to see?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Tomorrow in school, just like everybody else.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Aw, your faithful journal partner doesn\rquote t get a sneak preview?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Nope.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Evil wench,\rdblquote I teased, provoking more laughter from her. I kept reading. \ldblquote It looks like Darren Walker got a sneak preview. And a whole lot more,\rdblquote
\ldblquote He did at that,\rdblquote she agreed.
\ldblquote Boy. If he starts talking, if it was \b that\b0 good, you\rquote re going to be surrounded.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes. Wouldn\rquote t that be lovely?\rdblquote I had to laugh at her enthusiasm. Amber was really, really cool. The more time I spent with her, the more she reminded me, in certain ways, of Maggie.
I finished before she did, and got up to refill our cokes. She was still reading--and her expression changed. She got very serious all of a sudden. Then she sighed, and closed the journal. \ldblquote I have to get going,\rdblquote she said abruptly, and gathered her stuff together.
\ldblquote OK,\rdblquote I said, a little confused.
Then she stood up, and walked over to where I was standing at the kitchen counter. To my complete surprise, she wrapped me in a hug. Then she whispered in my ear, \ldblquote You are a very good and wonderful person. Don\rquote t you ever forget that,\rdblquote and kissed my cheek. Before I could say a word, she\rquote d disappeared.
I slept very well that night.