CHAPTER TWO
JOE

SEPTEMBER, 2003

I stood there in front of my new school, Westport Regional Academy, and could only think one thing: I must be out of my mind.

WRA was, you see, a new school, a magnet school with a new concept--full-time nudity. That and, supposedly, an atmosphere of sexual experimentation. And I was going to go here?

I was 14. I was tall and extremely skinny. I was shy, especially around girls. I couldn’t talk to them much less do anything else with them. And now I had to prance in front of them naked! And they were all going to be naked!

As I said, I must be out of my mind.

How did I get into this mess? I gave in. The pressure was subtle, but it was there--and it came from multiple directions.

The first two were my siblings. My sister Maggie was 19; my brother Vinnie 22. They thought Naked High was the greatest thing ever. Of course, they would. I knew that Maggie had been sexually active since she was 12--and, until she met her boyfriend Chuck when she was 17, was very active. Mags had never had any problems relating to the opposite sex, and didn’t quite understand how I did. She thought Naked High would “loosen me up”.

Vinnie, if anything, was worse. Hey, it’s easier for girls to get sex. The fact that Maggie got laid whenever she wanted had a lot to do with the simple fact that she was willing. But Vinnie had just as much luck. He’d escaped the Benson Skinny Curse--he had muscles. (Maggie was as skinny as I, but that’s more acceptable for a girl.) And Vinnie was outgoing and charming. And he was so into the Naked High concept that he’d been hired to be a teacher there.

My Dad, too, weighed in. He though the nudity concept was cool, but he especially liked the rigorous academic program. Hey, that part of it I liked. But the nudity?

I didn’t ask my mother. It would have been difficult, since I haven’t seen her since I was 5.

Plus, there was one other person--Patrick Drouin, my best friend for years. Patrick was all for Naked High and wanted me there, too. But, again, Patrick wasn’t shy. He was fairly good-looking--short and dark, but muscular. Plus he had a fun, outgoing, charming personality that girls really liked. He’d do fine at Naked High.

So, with all this subtle ‘encouragement’, I gave in. I decided to attend Naked High.

God help me.

At least I didn’t have to prance in there naked the first day. They led us all to the auditorium for orientation. We wouldn’t have to strip until later.

They threw a lot of information at us. I was amazed. It was true, it wasn’t just about nudity. I mean, times during the day, and a special place, to have sex? In school? Amazing.

I kept wanting to ask about a special class that would teach me to talk to a girl. I figured I’d need that before I would have use for the pods and the morning fuck-break.

Then there was that thing about teachers having sex with students. That blew my mind! Of course, that included my brother, the teacher. Jesus--that’s all I needed--competition from Vinnie! As if the competiton from the likes of Patrick wasn’t bad enough!

Then, I found out I was going to have to keep a journal. That wasn’t so bad--I liked writing. But they partnered me up with Amber Woodard to do it. I was going to have to meet with Amber once a month. Amber was scary. I’d known her since sixth grade and she would intimidate Atilla the Hun. Jesus, this was just getting more and more nervewracking.

Anyhow, we went through all that, then they led us to our lockers. Time to strip.

Patrick was right by me. “Is this great, or what?” he said. “Naked babes!”

“Yeah. Great,” I agreed with absolutely no enthusiasm. 

“Come on, this is excellent,” Patrick said, quickly stripping off his clothes. Easy for him to say. The girls will be checking out his muscles--with me, they’ll be counting my ribs. I managed to get my clothes off. Somehow.

“Damn, I need to gain weight,” I said.

“Maybe you can get some from her,” Patrick sniggered, pointing to a rather chubby girl down the row of lockers a bit. “She’s got enough to spare.”

“Be nice,” I said.

“Ah, you’re right, I should.”

“Besides which, she has pretty eyes.”

“Whatever you say, pal,” Patrick teased. But she did--she might have been chubby, but she had very pretty eyes. 

I looked around. Damn, all these naked girls. I almost wanted to go crawl into one of the lockers. 

Of course, the worst part was I had a damn hard-on that would not go down. Jesus. This was mortifying. Of course, most every guy there had one--but it didn’t seem to bother Patrick.

How the hell was I going to walk around school with my dick hard all day?

And then…I saw her.

Oh JESUS. She was a Goddess. I couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was. She was almost as tall as I was--and I’m close to six feet, so that’s saying something. She had coffee-colored skin, bronze hair, and deep brown eyes. She had a regal bearing to her that flummoxed me. She was fairly thin, but not too much so--she had curves. Her dark breasts stood out proudly, and the twin globes of her ass were high and firm.

“Oh my head,” I hissed.

“See something you like?” Patrick teased. His gaze followed mine. “Ah. Very nice, but you’re welcome to her. I prefer to stay away from girls that are half a foot taller than I am.”

“Good,” I said emphatically. Patrick just laughed. Of course, if I had had a woody before spying this goddess--it was like a metal rod at the moment.

Shit. 

After stripping nude, we went down to lunch before we got a tour of the whole school. Patrick and I grabbed our food and were looking for a table when I heard behind me, “Drouin!”

We turned, and Patrick said, “Justin!  You’re going here? That’s awesome!” Patrick was greeting a tall kid, decently built, with jet-black hair and Asian features (I’d find out later that he was half Korean.) “Hey, Justin, I want you to meet my best friend, Joe Benson. Joe, this is Justin Seigler. We met at camp last year.”

We shook hands, and Justin pointed to a big blonde kid that was standing next to him. “And I want you guys to meet my best friend, Aaron Bielinski. More commonly known as Moose.” I shook the kid’s hand. He was a Moose--he was as tall as I, probably weighed double, but wasn’t muscular or fat. He was just big. I quickly found out, however, that he was pretty quiet, until he got to know you.

We got the tour, and I ended up walking behind the goddess I had noticed earlier. I was, of course, staring at her. “I think Joe found someone he wants to take in those pods,” Patrick joked.

Justin followed Patrick’s gaze and said, “The tall one? Don’t waste your time.”

“You know her?” I asked.

“Yes. Moose and I are from Newburgh, as is she. Her name’s Darcy Iniglia. Like I said, don’t waste your time. There might be a more stuck-up person in the universe, but I haven’t seen it.”

“Damn, really?” I said.

“Yep. Unless you’re the most goregous guy in school, a sports star, or filthy rich--and, preferably, all three--she won’t give you the time of day.”

“Damn,” I said--but I had the funny feeling that information wasn’t going to make me stop dreaming. This girl was just too fantastic.

Anyhow, we got the tour. The pods were something else--a perfect place to go have sex in the middle of the school day. Justin and Patrick were all excited. I was resigned--I wasn’t going to be doing anything in these any time soon. Moose must’ve agreed. “I wonder if we can use those things to jerk off, because I think that’s going to be the extent of my sex life.” We all laughed at that. 

“You’ll find someone,” Justin assured him.

“Nah. I can’t get girls. I’m too Polish.”

Justin laughed--Patrick and I just looked at him. “You’ll get used to him,” Justin said. “One long Polish joke.”

“I can’t help being Polish,” Moose said. “It’s a cross to bear.”

Well, that was a good thing about the first day--meeting Justin and Moose. They were cool. 

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The first week progressed. Classes were OK--challenging, good teachers. I liked that. Having the teachers in the nude took a little getting used to. Geometry was the worst. The teacher, Miss Peterson, was a babe. Plus, the girl who had invaded my dreams, Darcy Iniglia, sat right next to me. And math wasn’t my best subject to begin with.

I’d walked past the pods a couple times during my break periods, and it seemed that people were already pairing off. There was kind of a waiting area, to wait if you were looking for a partner, but I never had the guts to wait there--or to approach anyone waiting. I saw my journal partner, Amber Woodard, there a few times. I was kind of stunned--she was having a problem getting hooked up? That surprised me. Maybe I wasn’t the only guy she intimidated.

Of course, certain other people had no problems getting hooked up. My pal Patrick, for instance. I saw him entering the pods one day with this stunning brunette. He winked at me and escorted her into one of the pods.

“Jenna Zambrano,” he told me at lunch that day. “She’s a babe--plays on the girl’s soccer team. And, boy, can she fuck.”

“Fine, make me jealous,” I said.

“Don’t worry, buddy, you’ll get yours. You just got to come out of your shell.” He grinned. “I saw Amber Woodard down there waiting to get picked up, you should try some of that. Of course, if you don’t satisfy her, she’ll probably bite it off.”

“Bitch?” Justin asked.

“Big time. That girl needs taming, as in Of The Shrew,” Patrick said. “I don’t have the intestinal fortitude for that. And Jenna tells me she’s even worse on the soccer field--a complete martinet, thinks she’s God’s gift to soccer or something.”

“She’s in a couple of my classes,” Moose said. “She seems OK to me.”

“Wait until you get to know her,” Patrick warned. “And wear protective gear.”

That’s how the first couple of weeks went--me feeling awkward and jealous and left out. And exposed, very exposed. Luckily, it seemed like Moose was a bit of a kindred spirit. Even if I wasn’t Polish! 

And the damn hard-ons still kept making themselves known, at the most inopportune moments. There were times it hurt. And, despite Moose’s crack, I wasn’t going to go into a pod by myself and jerk off. I had to wait until I got home.

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The only person I really had to talk to about this really did try to understand. And she did try to help. It’s just that we had completely different mindsets. I’m talking about my sister, Maggie.

I was glad that Maggie was there, though--at the very least, she was a hell of a listener and let me vent. And I appreciated what she had done--she decided to stay home for me, because of our mother leaving. She figured she needed to be around for my high school years. It was really quite generous, and it did cost her. Maggie attended East Carolina University, which was in decent commuting distance. But she lost out on some of the college experience by commuting. What was more, she lost out on time with Chuck, her boyfriend. Chuck attended North Carolina State, for its architecture program. But he lived there--that was too far to commute. Maggie only saw him on the weekends, and not every weekend at that. 

And it wasn’t just Chuck, either-most of her friends lived at school. Chuck was joined at NC State by a lot of them--Frankie, Cassie, David, Missy, Michelle Ingemi, Eric Andrews. Ed Bauer and Natalie Weinberg were at UNC-Chapel Hill. Maggie’s best friend Amanda and her boyfriend Jared were all the way at Princeton. And two other friends, Amber’s sister Lily and her boyfriend Mike, were way out in California, at USC. (They played baseball--led USC to the College World Series championship last year.) That was Maggie’s whole crowd in high school--and none of them were around. And Maggie was here because of me. There were days I felt guilty about that.

So, one day during the second week of school, I came home. She was sitting on the couch, the phone to her ear. She grinned at me and pointed to the chair. “Yeah, Braden, I love you too, you big mushball. See you Friday.” She hung up the phone and grinned at me. “That’s the problem with a long-distance relationship. I’ve got to listen to Chuckles get all gooey and romantic over the phone.”

“And you love every minute of it,” I teased her.

“True, true. Just don’t tell him that. Anyhow, how’s it going? How’s Naked High?”

“OK, I guess.”

“Well that was remarkable in its lack of enthusiasm, little brother,” she grinned.

“I’m thinking that it was a mistake.”

“Naked High, you mean? Why?”

“I don’t fit in there,” I said. 

“Why on earth not?”

“I’m skinny. I’m shy. I’m surrounded by beautiful naked girls and I can’t even talk to them. Patrick already hooked up with someone. I see people hooking up all the time. And my dream girl sits next to me in Geometry and I can’t even say hello.”

“Dream girl?” Maggie hissed. “Now there’s a problem. Joe, you’re 14. Play the field, bro. Don’t get all hung up on one girl. You want to have fun now.”

“You have Chuck.”

“I started going out with Chuck when I was 17. When I was your age, I had a different person in bed every weekend! And, believe me, I’m glad I did--because if I hadn’t then, I’d be tempted now, what with Chuck and I separated most of the week. Now’s the time to sow wild oats, Joe. 125 girls in that school and you picked out one?”

“You should see her,” I said.

“Well, fine, Joe, keep her in mind--but don’t pass up any other opportunities, that’s all I’m saying.”

“ What opportunities?” I hissed, exasperated.

“The ones you’re missing because you’re too shy. Take your clothes off.”

“WHAT?”

“You heard me, take your clothes off. You do it in school, don’t you? And I’m your big sister, I changed your freakin’ diapers, for fuck sake. Strip!”

I stripped. I didn’t know quite what Maggie was getting at, but I stripped. She made me stand in the middle of the room, and she circled me.

“OK, so you’re skinny--but not painfully so.  You’re not as skinny as I am. You might want to think about working out with weights a little, to get some definition, but it’s not bad.” She circled around. “You have a nice ass,” she giggled. Damn, I blushed at that! Then she came back around to the front. “And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that,” she said, smirking, as she pointed to my (hard) dick. “You have a fine face, Joe, you’re handsome. And you’re tall--girls like tall guys. You can put your clothes back on now.” I did, in record time. “Sit,” she said, pointing next to her on the couch, after I was dressed. “Now, listen to me. Joe, you’re a good-looking guy. Trust me, OK? You have nothing to be ashamed about. There are girls that are looking at you, OK? I guarantee it.”

“Whatever you say, Mags.”

“I say. And some of them are as shy as you are. Don’t forget that.”

“Nobody’s as shy as I am,” I said. “Well, maybe my new friend Moose is, but that’s it.”

“Trust me,” Maggie said.

“I’ll try.”

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I did try, but I still couldn’t bring myself to talk to any girls, much less my dream girl, Darcy.

Then something incredible happened.

It was the third week of school, on a Wednesday. And it started out as an awful day. I must have had some funky dreams, or something, because my hard-on would not go down. All through the morning, I was sitting there in class with a woody that just wouldn’t quit. I mean, I got hard-ons, normally, but I’d had some luck controlling them, the more used to the nudity I got. Not completely--Darcy walking by still made me sprout--but this constant thing was very annoying.

My last class before morning break was Biology. I was so horny and frustrated that I actually considered going to the pods and doing myself, as embarrassing as that would be. I stumbled out of class, when suddenly a short, cute strawberry blonde moved herself into my path.

“Hi,” she said. She pointed to my crotch and said, “That looks painful.”

“Uh…” was all I could get out of my mouth.

She giggled, and wrapped her arm around mine. “Come on,” she said, leading me through the halls. My arm was rubbing up against her breast. Jeez, as if I weren’t hard enough! “I’m Jordan McKinney,” she said.

“Uh, Joe Benson.”

“Nice to meet you, Joe. I’ve noticed you in class. You’re very shy, aren’t you?”

“Uh, well…..”

“That’s what  I thought,” she giggled. “Come on, you shouldn’t have to walk around like that all day.” She led me through the corridors--and down to the pods. She found an empty one, and led me in. I sat on the mattress, wondering what the hell was going on. She rummaged through the storage drawers in the pod, and came out with a bottle of lubricant. She put a dab on her hand-and then grabbed my dick! I let out a startled groan.

“Better?” she giggled. “Well, it will be in a minute. I saw you in bio like this and thought that I had to help you out.” She looked at me. “You’ve never had this done to you, have you?” I shook my head. “Well, then, just enjoy it. I like doing this--especially to sweet, shy guys.” I blushed at that--of course, I was blushing to begin with!

The lubricant on her hand let her slide her hand up and down my dick easily. She had a firm but gentle grip on it, and it felt fantastic. 

I think that’s when I realized my big sister had a point. I’d been staring at Darcy for three weeks-and this girl I’d never even really noticed was giving me a handjob, and it was her idea. And she was cute, and nice, and all that good stuff. Mags was right, about a lot of things.

Then I couldn’t think anymore, because I was too busy having the greatest cum of my life, all over Jordan’s hand!

As I tried to catch my breath, I realized something--they really did plan out these pod things. There were even kleenex--which Jordan was using on her hand--and a little wastebasket built into the wall. When she was done, she looked at me and giggled. “Feel better?”

“Much,” I managed.

“Good. Would you do me? I got all turned on doing that!”

Oh SHIT. Jesus, I wanted to say yes, but, you want to talk about terrifying? I wouldn’t have any clue as to what to do!

Bless Jordan, she caught it. “You’ve never done that before, have you?”

“No,” I admitted, blushing scarlet.

She just giggled. I was really getting to like that giggle. “That’s OK, Joe, effort’s worth everything. We can work up to it. Kiss me.” I did. It wasn’t quite my first kiss, but it was close. It certainly was my first naked kiss! And it was the first kiss that I felt the girl’s tongue snake into my mouth. While she was devouring me, she grabbed my hand, and pulled it to her boob. I fondled it, gently, and felt her nipple harden under my hand. She hummed into my mouth--now that was nice and satisfying!

After a bit, she broke the kiss. “Ok, now put your mouth where your hand is, and put your hand….you know where,” she giggled. I moved down to her breast--kissing her neck on the way down on an impluse, which she liked--and put my mouth around her nipple. Man, was this fun! Jordan’s breasts weren’t huge, but they were firm and attractive. As I sucked on her nipple, she let out a low groan. I moved my hand between her legs, which she spread to give me better access.

“OK, start by running your finger up and down the length of it, gently,” she said. So I did. She was really wet, I felt it on my finger. She kind of shuddered as I did it. “OK, now slip your finger in.” I did. Damn, I actually had my finger in a girl’s pussy!

“Slide it in and out,” she said. I did. At one point, she yelped. “Oh, yeah! Did you feel that patch that’s a little rougher? That feels really good.” I found what she was talking about, and rubbed my finger on it. She started panting. 

“OK,” she said after a bit, shakily, “pull your finger out. Then run it on the outside again. At the top, you’ll find a little nub. That’s my clit. That’s where it all happens. But gently, it’s sensitive.”

I moved my finger up her pussy, and found the nub she was talking about. I gently flicked it. She gasped. “Oooh! Yeah! Right there!” I kept at it, gently. She was gasping and moaning. Then she said, “More!” So I rubbed at it harder. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, stiffened, and her hips came off the mattress, as she let out a series of yelps. After she settled down, she pulled my hand away. I pulled my mouth off her nipple and looked at her.

She looked very happy. Wow--did I do that?

After a minute, she opened her eyes and grinned at me. “Wow, that was a good one!”

“You mean, you had a, you know….”

“Orgasm? Did I ever! And you said it was your first time.”

“It was.”

“You’re a natural,” she grinned.

That’s when I threw the shyness off for once in my life. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’m no natural--you’re a good teacher. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” she said, giggling. “Joe, you’re cute, you know? Lots of girls around here. Don’t be so shy.”

“You sound like my sister,” I laughed.

“Your sister must be smart. Joe, take my--and her--advice. Enjoy yourself. Let me tell you a secret--a lot of the guys around here are scary, OK? And a lot of the girls here aren’t any more experienced than you are. I am, but a lot aren’t. Trust me, girls talk. And, like I said, a lot of the guys here scare them. There are nice guys here, for sure--I know you’re friends with Patrick Drouin, and he’s a nice guy. But, I have to tell you--take somebody like Alex Randall. You think most girls here would pick him over you?”

“Of course they would!” I said. “He’s a hunk, and a big basketball star….”

“And an asshole,” she finished. “Yeah, some girls would pick him, but not most. For most girls, a cute, sweet, shy guy like you is far more appealing, especially if the girl is inexperienced. Remember that, OK?”

“I’ll try. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. And, who knows, maybe you and I can come in here again some day,” she giggled. “But now we have to get to class.”

“Yep. Jordan? Thanks again. You’re a great person.”

“So are you.”

I talked to Maggie that night about it. I don’t talk out of school, but Maggie’s a different story. “See?” she said. “I told you.”

“I’m still in shock,” I admitted.

“Why on earth, Joe? I keep telling you. You’re attractive. In an atmosphere like Naked High, you will get girls--unless you want something exculsive with this Jordan girl.”

“No, I don’t think so--and I get the distinct impression that she wouldn’t be interested in that. I think she’s more into playing the field right now. Besides which, I barely know her.”

“See, now you’re wising up. But if she offers you more lessons, take her up on them,” she grinned.

“Mags, I’m not stupid, you know,” I grinned back. “She was really patient and understanding. It was great. I wouldn’t turn it down again, believe me.”

“Good. She sounds like fun. Hell, she sounds like me--well, me pre-Chuck.”

“I had thought of that, yes. Do you miss it?”

“Being the school slut? Well, that’s a tough question. Not really--but I have a twinge, only because I don’t see Chuck enough. If Chuck and I didn’t go to different schools, and could see each other more often, I wouldn’t care at all. It was fun, I’m glad I did it, but I really do love Chuck.”

“Ah. Would you ever cheat on him?”

She grinned at me. “Well, it wouldn’t be cheating, because he’s given me permission. He knows this is tough for me because my sex drive is so ridiculous. And I still haven’t done it. Because, even though he’s given me permission, it would still screw things up.”

“Really? Even though he’s given you permission?”

“I’d feel so damn guilty, Joe. When I first started going out with Chuck, I was afraid it wouldn’t last--and I was afraid that I would be the one who’d screw it up. Basically, I was afraid I’d be like Mom. So, if I screwed someone else, I wouldn’t feel good about myself at all.” She laughed. “I just have to make sure I keep the batteries stocked for my vibrator.”

“Too much information, Sis,” I laughed. “You should transfer to NC State next year.”

“Nah,” she said. “I’m fine. And you do need me, so there!”

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The rest of the month would have been OK. Jordan didn’t pull me into the pods again, but she gave me a wink and a grin the next day, and always said “Hi,” when she saw me. I was more comfortable with the nudity. I still didn’t have much self-confidence, but it was getting better. 

Then I got a blow. I saw my dream goddess, Darcy, going into the pods--with Alex Randall!!!!

Damn.

Then I saw them together all the time.

Double damn.

Alex Randall? What an asshole. And he was making time with my dream girl!

I actually had a chat with Jordan about it. We were walking from biology. “Well, you were wrong,” I told her. “Some people would choose Alex Randall over me--and it’s the one I have a crush on.”

“Darcy Iniglia?” she asked. I nodded. “Joe, you got to have better taste than that. Darcy’s a complete snob.”

“Yeah, everyone keeps telling me that.”

“And it doesn’t make a difference to you at all, does it? Ah, well, who can understand infatuation? Money bet says it doesn’t last, anyhow. So here’s your chance to, er, increase your experience with other girls.”

“That would be nice,” I laughed.

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The month ended with the journal swap with Amber Woodard. And, damn, she really is a bitch. Took my copy, gave me hers--and dismissed me, is the only word I can come up with to describe it. I doubt she even read mine, though we’re supposed to. I did read hers. Who would’ve ever suspected Amber was having trouble getting laid? Then again, she didn’t have the most pleasant personality in the world.

Damn, four years I had to go through this? Damn.