CHAPTER SIX
JOE

NOVEMBER, 2003

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’ve never described Amber. She’s tall--not as tall as I am, but tall, especially for a 14-year-old girl. I’d say she was 5’7” or 5’8”. She had an athletic body, which was fitting. She wasn’t skinny, but she definitely wasn’t fat, either. She was built solidly. There were definite curves there, especially in the hips. And, I’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’m sorry--when you’re a teenaged guy in a nudist high school, you notice the boobs. You can’t help it. Amber had one of the nicest sets of tits in the whole school. I’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’s Amber. And I just realized that she’s going to read this. Ah, well, I hope she likes it!

So, Moose and I decided we’d hang out with her. We both liked her--Moose plainly thought she was great. Sometimes we were joined by Jordan and Amber’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’d be playing Valere! I almost did a little jig in the hall.

I looked closer, and quickly realized the irony. I’d gotten a part in the play--and Darcy, the reason I’d tried out in the first place, had not. To my surprise, I found this didn’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’s intended. Keegan Ardell would be playing Orgon, and Zach Provost got Tartuffe. I glanced at the rest. I’d meet them all at our first practice, which would be the following Monday. I couldn’t wait!

I was leaving biology, when Jordan came up to me. “You seem like you’re in a very good mood today.”

“I am,” I told her, then told her why.

“That’s so awesome! Congratulations!” she said.

“Thanks. I’m thrilled.”

“You should be, it’s excellent. So, how many scenes do you have with Miss Darcy?” she smirked.

“None,” I laughed. “She didn’t make it.”

“Wow. And you’re still happy about making it?”

“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.”

“Great, Joe, I’m really happy to hear that. Well, a day like this just deserves to get better.” She leaned in, grinning  at me, and softly said, “How about we go to the pods and take care of your final lesson? You know, the virginity lesson?”

You know, in the couple of months I’d been at Naked Higih, I’d gotten better at not popping a boner every three minutes. So, I hadn’t had one before she said that. Afterwards? SPROING! “I guess you like the idea,” she giggled.

“Yes,” I agreed. 

“Good. Come on,” she said, and we headed to the pods. We climbed in, and she pushed me down onto the mattress. “First things first,” she said, and immediately lowered her mouth onto my dick.

“Jordan!” 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. “I’m gonna cum, and soon,” I gasped.

She pulled off, said, “That’s the idea!” and went back to it. This time, she went all the way down, slipping me into her throat, as she’d done the first time she gave me head. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how good that feels! I almost immediately started shooting down her throat.

She pulled off, a little grin on her face. “I’d ask you to return the favor, but I don’t think we have time,” she said.

“Well, I’m a little, well.....” I stammered, pointing down at my limp dick.

“I’ll give you a minute to catch your breath, then I’ll wake him back up,” she giggled. “You see, this way you’ll last longer.”

Wow. That was good thinking. “You know a lot,” I told her.

“Hey, I lost my virginity when I was all of twelve. I’ve picked up a few things. Now, let’s see.” She reached down and grabbed my dick and started lightly tugging on it. She was right, he started waking up immediately. “Kiss me,” 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, “You ready?” 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. “Just start slow and easy,” she said. She lined me up with her pussy, and I pushed. The head of my dick popped easily into her.

Wow!

I’d never felt anything like that in my life, and I was barely in. Jordan withdrew her hand from between her legs and settled back. “Keep going, nice and easy,” 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. “How you doing?” she asked.

“Good. Real good,” I said.

“Great. Welcome to not being a virgin,” she giggled, making me laugh back. “Now, I think you know what to do. Slow and easy at first.”

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’d last longer, and I didn’t want to let her down. So, I did as she asked--I started slow.

It was still the most fantastic thing I’d ever felt. At one point, it flashed through my head: I’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, “OK, faster.” I sped up. Jordan’s groans turned to little squeals as I pounded into her. Then, I couldn’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. “Oh! Oh! OH!” she squealed. “Cumming!” 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’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’s cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And thank you. That was awesome.”

“It sure was.”

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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’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’t figure that had ever happened to her outside of Chuck.

“Actually, it has, a few times. It’s strongest with Chuck, of course. But, it has happened, with people I’m particularly close friends with. Jared, for example.”

“Ah. I was confused, because I didn’t think I was in love with Jordan or anything.”

“Right. No, it happens,” she said. “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.”

“OK, good.”

“Glad I could help,” she grinned. Then she looked down. “Damn, my feet hurt.”

“All that waitressing,” I teased. “I don’t know why you do it, anyway. Dad’s never been stingy with money, as long as we were in school.”

“True, but I’ve been saving up for something, and I know Dad wasn’t going to pay for this. And I finally have enough, actually.”

“Ah. What have you been saving for?”

She grinned. “A boob job.”

I almost choked on my own spit. “EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?”

“I’m getting breast implants. I already have it scheduled for the week after Christmas. No more Itty Bitty Tittie Committee for me!”

“I’m surprised. I never thought it bothered you,” I told her.

“It doesn’t bother me, as such. It’s just that bigger boobs is something I’ve always wanted. It’s available, and I’ve saved the money, so I’m going to go for it. They’re going to take me from an A cup to a C cup.”

“Wow. On your body, Mags, a C cup willl look enormous.”

“That is the idea.”

“This wasn’t Chuck’s idea, was it?”

“Nope. I’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’s not opposed to the idea one little bit.”

“I’ll bet!”

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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’d be acting with. My big scene was with Madison Sheldon and Stacia Averbuk, so that’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’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’s denials were very weak. That was enough to convince certain people who’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’t in a very forgiving mood, and I can’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’t completely comfortable with it. Especially when a few of them, Patrick and Tanya especially, started in on how ‘ungrateful’ Amber was being.

Moose shocked me. “Ungrateful?” he said to them. “You people treat her like shit for two months, and she’s supposed to be grateful? For what, exactly?”

Considering how seldomly Moose ever spoke up about anything, that shut everyone up. Thank goodness.

Most importantly, Amber didn’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’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’t seem to care.

Then there was Stacia. She was 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. “Wow. I have so many lines to memorize,” she said.

“That you do. That’s a big part.”

“I acted in junior high, but never a part this big,” she told me.

“I’ve never acted. Then again, my part’s a lot smaller.”

“You’ve never acted?” she said. “I’m surprised. You’re very good.”

“Thank you,” I said, surprised. “You, by the way, are fantastic.”

“Ah, I’m not that good,” she protested.

“Yes, you are. You take over the role. It’s like someone flips a switch.”

“Thanks. I really want to do well at this.” She sighed. “It’ll get me out of my own pathetic life.”

“Is it that bad?”

She looked at me. “I barely know you,” she said.

“True. So, don’t feel obligated to talk. But you can, if you want to.”

She looked at me some more, and then sighed. “I don’t want to be here,” she said in a very small voice. “People laugh at me. They  make fun of me. I’m too damn fat to walk around naked all day. It’s horrible. Maybe, if I can be good at this, I’ll have someplace in this damn school that I can get some respect instead of just teasing.”

Damn. I suspected this, but to hear it come out of her mouth was just sad. “Tell ‘em all to go to hell.”

“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.”

“So, if I cornered you after a class, you wouldn’t be talking to me like this?”

She laughed, and said, “Probably not. I am definitely  more comfortable in this atmosphere.”

“So, why are you here? At Naked High, I mean, if you hate it that much.”

She sighed again. “My parents. I love them dearly. They’re kind of old-school. They were born in Russia--we’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.

“Some of this stuff, the nudity and sex and stuff, throws them--and they think they’ve sheltered me. It’s not true, I’ve really done it to myself. But that’s what they think, so they talked me into going here so I could learn and grow. Unfortunately, they don’t quite get it. You’ve seen pictures from the Soviet Union back in those days? Everybody was overweight, because of the horrible diet. And, here, in the land of plenty--well, my parents don’t ever turn their noses up at a good meal. They spent too long living on crap back in the USSR. And they haven’t entirely assimilated to American culture, especially some of the bad aspects of it. An overweight person being shunned just escapes their comprehension.

“So, they don’t get what I’m going through. They think this is a grand learning experience. And I can’t really tell them--they don’t understand. And I really do love and respect them, so I’m trying to get through this for their sake. But it’s hard.”

“Ah,” I said. “I can relate to some of that.”

“You can?” she said, surprised.

“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’t all been easy.”

“Why hasn’t it been easy?”

“Well, I kind of have the opposite problem. I’m all skin and bones.”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t mind that problem.”

“And I wouldn’t mind some of your weight.”

“Hmm,” she giggled, “do they have an operation for that? Fat transplant?”

I cracked up. “I don’t think so. Anyhow, that’s part of my problem. Plus, I was very shy when I got here, though that’s getting better. I had some good people pull me out of my shell.”

“God, I need that.”

“You’re talking to me fine.”

“Like I said, we’re still ‘in drama’. I’m more relaxed. Plus, you’re a fellow actor, that makes it easier. Who pressured you, your parents?”

“Well, my Dad, a little. I don’t have a mother. A lot of it was from my siblings. Mr. Benson, the English teacher, is my older brother.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that!”

“Yeah. And I have an older sister, Maggie. She’s in college. She’s very outgoing, has been very sexually active for a long time, and talked me into going here so I wouldn’t end up repressed or something.”

“Ah, I see,” she said with a grin. “And you’re not like Maggie.”

“I certainly wasn’t when I got here. Then again, I don’t think I’ll ever be entirely like her. Though, as I said, I have gotten out of my shell some.”

“That’s good. I don’t know if I can.”

“Sure you can. You just need more confidence. Look at Keegan.”

“Keegan’s just got that naturally. And I think it’s easier for a guy to be overweight.”

“You might be right about that,” I agreed. “But a little confidence might help.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m working on it.”

“This helps, doesn’t it?” I said, pointing at the stage.

“Yeah. A lot.”

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’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!

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I’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. “Hey, Joe, did you understand what Mr. Riley was talking about yesterday?”

“Sure,” 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. 

“Thanks,” she said as we got to class, giving me a blinding smile for my trouble. “That was a big help.”

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’t come off that way to me. She was always nice to me. But she was dating a prick. I didn’t get it.

Anyhow, after I helped her with history, she gave me a nice “Hi, Joe!” in geometry every day. Which pissed Alex off. Not that I gave a rat’s ass.

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I had my own problems to worry about. Chief among them was Patrick.

We’d been best friends for so many years. I valued that friendship highly. But, sometimes, listening to him got tiring. He’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’t like it, but Patrick didn’t listen to me. Moose didn’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. “You know, I think you’ve got her all wrong. Amber’s OK. She’s not a bitch.”

“You don’t know her,” Patrick said. “She’s never been anything but bitchy.”

“Maybe it’s you,” Justin said, shocking us all. “Maybe there’s just a personality conflict there. I rather like her.”

“As do I,” I spoke up. “And, considering we swap journals and I’ve read hers for the first two months, I’m sure I know her better. She’s cool, she really is.”

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’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 all 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’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’t see much to like in Jenna, either. But, a lot of these people had gotten reputations that I just didn’t see, at all. I wondered about that.

I discussed it with my favorite sounding post--Maggie.

“Hm,” she said after I’d gotten done with my discourse. “You know who you remind me of?”

“Who?”

“Jared, Amanda’s boyfriend. Jared sees the good in people. He just does. And he takes a genuine interest in just about everyone around him. He’s been like that since I’ve known him. That’s just the way he is. And, you know what, Joe? It’s a good way to be.”

“Sometimes.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because I feel like I should almost be spending half my time defending people,” I sighed. “And I’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.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Maggie told me. “You know what you should’ve done? Just gone up to Stacia and said hi. Talked to her like a friend. In front of the assholes. It’s all about support, Joe. I know you’ve been eating lunch some with Amber. That’s better than confronting her detractors. She’ll figure it out, you know?”

“I see your point,” I told her. I’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, “Same thing again! Deuce take you both, I say!” 

But she was laughing so hard she couldn’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 me laughing, and then Madison. Stacia tried three times and couldn’t get “Same thing again!” out of her mouth. Finally, she just stopped and laughed. 

“Are you OK?” I said.

“Yes,” she giggled, “I’m fine. What a spectacular pratfall that must have been!”

“It was impressive,” I said. “It’s not every day a naked girl falls at my feet.” 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 before I had sex with Jordan. I had no idea. And going to a high school with naked girls around all day didn’t help. I was just constantly horny.

Maybe I should’ve approached Jordan, but I’d never done that. Everything that had happened between us was at her initiative. Plus, I knew for a fact that I was not the only guy she was messing around with. And I didn’t want to put pressure on her or anything like that. Let’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’t see anyone. I turned into another, and Eliza Ying was standing there. “Hi, Joe!”

“Hi, Eliza. Looking for company?”

“Sure! From you especially.” We went into one of the pods. 

“Have you been here since we were?” I asked her.

“Once, actually. With Dylan Lashko. We just fooled around.”

“What do you want to do today?” I asked her.

“I dunno. Kiss me and we’ll take it from there,” she said with a little giggle. So, that’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!

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Like this?”

“Yes. I’m thinking it might be easier if I can control it, since it’s my first time. Is that OK?”

Oh, God, that’s right--she was a virgin. Jesus. “Yeah, that’s fine,” I said. 

“Is this your first time, too?” she asked.

“Second,” I told her. “First in this position, though.”

“Okay,” 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’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’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’t. Eliza let out a little whimper. The problem was, she kept going. She’d pushed so hard to get her virginity out of the way that she just kept going. Before I knew it, I was all the way in. “Oooooo!” she hissed as she hit bottom.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Yeah. Mostly. It hurts a little.”

“Relax. Take your time.” 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. “Oh, that feels nice,” she breathed.

After a couple of minutes, Eliza said, “OK, it feels a lot better.” 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 so 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’s slow, deliberate pace. And that wasn’t going to work for long.

I tried. I really did. I just wasn’t going to be able to hold off. After a remarkably short period of time, I hissed, “Shit! Cumming!” Then I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me, grinding into her while I came.

“Damn. And it was just starting to feel good,” she said. “Ah, well, I know it’s not your fault. At least I got it over with.” She started to pull off of me, but I grabbed her hips again.

“No, wait,” I said. “Just sit there for a minute.” I hadn’t gone completely soft. Maybe I could keep going.

I waited until I got a little less sensitive. Then I said to Eliza, “Wiggle a little.” She did, and my dick went right back up, all the way.

“Round two?” I said, pushing up into her a bit.

“Oh, goody!” 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’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, “God, Joe!” Then I went for the clit.

She just went nuts. She started bouncing up and down on me furiously. I’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, “Oh God, Joe! Oh God! Joe! Joe! Oh God!” 

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. “Oh, my head,” she said after a bit. “Wow. That was something. You didn’t cum again?”

“No, but that’s fine, I had one.”

“You deserve a second, after that,” she giggled. She pulled herself off of me, then climbed around behind me and situated herself on the bed, lying back, her legs spread. “Come on. Now that I’m broken in, so to speak, we can try it this way and finish you off.”

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 was easier. Especially considering I’d already had one. I also liked watching her--I hadn’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’d figured out is that I had pretty good stamina the second time around, anyway! I thought I would’ve blown again by now. But I hadn’t. And Eliza was definitely getting close, as evidenced by the stuff she was saying! “Oh God, Joe...I’m gonna...Joe..Oh God! Oh God!” 

I think she beat me--by milliseconds. I felt a little clench, and she yelped again. But then away I went. 

“Oh, God,” she hissed--again--after I slumped on the mattress next to her. “That was....wow!”

“Wow is a good word,” I agreed. “Eliza, you are really something else.”

“You too,” she grinned. Then she glanced up at the clock on the wall. “Damn. The bell is going to ring in two minutes.” She sighed. “Just enough time to clean up. That’s the problem with this whole sex in school thing, no time to cuddle.”

“True.”

“You agree with that?”

“Sure, I like cuddling.” I grinned at her. “We can cuddle after school if you’d like, to make up for it.”

“I think I’ll take you up on that!” 

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. “So, how’s drama?”

“Good. I’m sorry you didn’t get a part.”

“Ah, it’s OK,” she said with a little shrug. “I would’ve enjoyed it, but I’m not a fanatic about it or anything. Besides which, I’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’t getting Dorine.”

“Stacia--she’s amazing.”

“That she is. I know she’s had some problems around here because of her body. I’m glad she found something to give her some confidence. She absolutely blew me away in tryouts--I couldn’t believe how talented she is.”

“Yeah. It’s a trip working with her.”

“I’ll bet. Good luck yourself with it. I’ll talk to you later.” With that, she was off.

Why on earth did people think this girl was a snob? Damn, I didn’t get it.

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I guess I just didn’t quite ‘get’ high school. And I didn’t think this was a particular function of Naked  High, either. It just seemed so cliquish and arbitrary. I guess I’m just strange. Maggie says it’s that I’m “incredibly mature” but I don’t know if I agree with that. 

I just didn’t get it--the labelling, the catagorizing. “He’s this, and she’s that,” etc. Maybe some of that did 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 “school slut.” 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 she dealt with it--which was to basically laugh it off. Maybe that influenced my thinking.

I do understand people who can’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’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.

“Hey, Stacia, how’s it going?”

“Oh! Hi, Joe, how are you?”

“Just peachy.” 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 ‘fellow actor’ she didn’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’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’s choice of boyfriend. I figured he’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’t those people have anything better to do?) But I didn’t know all of it.

Wow!

“Jesus, Amber, your sister’s boyfriend?”

“Hey, it surprised the hell out of me, I’ll tell you that!” she said with a big grin. “But, boy, was it fun!”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

“You beat me, but I caught up in a hurry!”

“You sure did.”

“And it looks like you made Eliza Ying very happy. Nice job, stud,” she laughed, making me blush.

I kept reading. “Oh my God, you shaved? Oooooh! When do I get to see?”

“Tomorrow in school, just like everybody else.”

“Aw, your faithful journal partner doesn’t get a sneak preview?”

“Nope.”

“Evil wench,” I teased, provoking more laughter from her. I kept reading. “It looks like Darren Walker got a sneak preview. And a whole lot more,”

“He did at that,” she agreed. 

“Boy. If he starts talking, if it was that good, you’re going to be surrounded.”

“Yes. Wouldn’t that be lovely?” 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. “I have to get going,” she said abruptly, and gathered her stuff together.

“OK,” 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, “You are a very good and wonderful person. Don’t you ever forget that,” and kissed my cheek. Before I could say a word, she’d disappeared.

I slept very well that night.