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 Author: obohobo
Title: NIS Charlie and Charley
Universe: Naked in School
Summary: Charles (Charlie), a school prefect, and very shy Charlotte
(Charley) are paired for their week in the Naked in School programme.
Keywords: MF Rom nudity humiliation
NIS: Charlie and Charley
   by obohobo
   Warnings Please take note!  The text in this story contains erotic
material and is expressly written for adults only.  MF Rom nudity
humiliation If you are underage or offended by such material, or if viewing
this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this
file-story now.  This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons
living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental.  The ideas and thoughts
that follow are pure fantasies.  In real life, at the very least they would
be unpleasant and probably illegal.  Fantasies are like that; daydreams
where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or
inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.  (C) obohobo 2012
   Friday afternoon
   "There's a high chance I'll be in the programme next week, in fact
there's a 25% chance, my mathematical mind told me, but who will they
partner me with?  Jenny Carstairs probably.  I've worked on a few projects
with her and we're both a bit nerdy.  Yes, almost certainly it will be
Jenny, the form master always tries to pair compatible students, students
with a common interest." The programme started seven weeks previously and
by now most students accepted it without the over amount of touching and
gawking of the first few weeks and even the biology and art teachers have
given up using the naked students as live instructional models.
   Looking around at the students in the classroom, with the two still
finishing their Naked in School week, fourteen have completed the
programme, leaving ten remaining in my 6th form class and because of the
imbalance of males to females, four were boys and six girls, hence my 25%
chance.  I wondered what the school would do with the last two girls; put
them together of use two boys who'd already experienced it?  One of the
raison d'être was to have a male/female couple as buddy partners who'd keep
together for the whole school time except when certain classes dictated
otherwise.  Thus they spent their breaks together, ate at the same table
and used the toilet at the same time and, by what had become a tradition,
the boy used the girl's toilets.  At least now with the bitterly cold
November weather I wouldn't be expected to do PE outside without clothing
and be watched and subjected to raucous remarks from the public standing
around the school fence, not like those students who'd been in the
programme on warmer days.  I realised I was fortunate in being at the rear
end of the couples attending the programme.
   Monday
   My guess as to my partner proved to be totally wrong.  Over the weekend,
I'd become more and more certain I would be chosen and Jenny would partner
me.  I'm nearly six feet tall, thin and lanky and have above average
intelligence, being top of the class in maths, English and computer
studies. Presumably these combined influenced the staff to award me prefect
status but not to become Head Boy; I wasn't into the sporty things that
seemed a requirement for that office.  As I said, I'm a bit of a nerd and
mostly study or read rather than socialise.  Jenny, at 5ft 9 inches is tall
compared with the other girls in the class, socialises much more than I do
but is still in the top three or four for intelligence in the class and she
too is a prefect.  An excellent combination, I thought.  I certainly looked
forward to seeing her well-developed tits at close quarters and having her
give me `relief'.  "Perhaps something more will develop and we might get
together after school and maybe she'll become my girlfriend." A forlorn
hope especially as she'd already had a number of boyfriend relationships
that lasted only a short while but I could dream and I wanked myself off
several times to that thought over the weekend.  At least two couples in my
class were still together weeks after finishing their stint and I'm pretty
sure they had sex at the time and since, so I held on to the faint hope of
a long term love life with her.
   Oh, I guessed correctly that I would be in the programme but not in my
wildest thoughts did I expect Charlotte Green as my partner.  Charlotte, a
very shy, slightly dumpy looking girl with a below average IQ, is very good
at practical things but always hides herself in the background and hardly
speaks to anyone.  For her final year she is taking woodwork (of all
subjects for a girl), needlework and domestic science and she is likely to
get good grades in these but will fail dismally in Maths and probably
English.  What have we in common?  Only one thing that I could think of;
I'm Charles Winscombe, usually known as Charlie and Charlotte is nicknamed
Charley, they, I assumed, put us together on our nickname basis.  "Bloody
Mr.  Browne our form master, is playing a cruel joke," I cursed when I
realised this.
   Actually I didn't find out immediately.  Monday morning's I am the
prefect on `gate duty', a task that entails seeing students arrive in an
orderly way and checking-in the late-comers, hence I entered the school
building ten minutes after the bell had gone and everyone else in the
programme had been informed and had left for their form rooms.  "You've to
go to room 103 straightaway," the school secretary told me when I handed
her the late list and this gave me the first hint I'd been selected because
students in the programme used room 103 to change and store their clothes.
Although I felt rather nervous at the prospect, I'd already psyched myself
to being naked for the week and concentrated my mind on seeing Jenny,
giving her a hug and feeling her tits against my chest.  Shock, horror,
curled in a chair in a corner of the room trying to hide her breasts and
sobbing pitifully, sat Charley Green.  My face must have registered my
shock because she turned her face from me but I had little time to say or
do anything before Miss Timpson, the teacher overseeing the students, asked
me to get undressed.  Because of my lateness, at least I didn't have the
embarrassment of undressing in front of the others, although I knew Miss
Timpson watched me closely.  "Keep your book bags on your back and don't
use them to cover your fronts," she reminded us as if we didn't know from
the previous weeks.  My thoughts centred on Charley and her pathetic
weeping and distressed state, a state I would be expected to comfort
somehow.  Miss Timpson confirmed it when she said, "See what you can do
with her Charles and take her to assembly, nothing I have said has helped."
Again I silently cursed Mr.  Browne and Dr.  Carter for placing the extra
burden on me.
   Perhaps Miss Timpson thought my being a prefect and of Charley's age
would somehow allow me to enter her mind and pacify her but nothing I said
helped either and I had to physically try and lift her, a feat that I
couldn't have accomplished had she totally resisted but once on her feet I
gave her the hug I intended for Jenny and for the first time felt a girl's
tits against me, not against my chest but much lower and her tears wetted
my shoulder.  "Off you go otherwise assembly will have started," Miss
Timpson chivvied us, "Oh it already has, we'd better creep in the side
door," she added when we heard the music from the hall.
   I dragged Charley along but her crying drew everyone's attention when I
tried to enter the hall quietly to take the seats along the sidewall
reserved for those in the programme.  Dr.  Carter, the headmaster, paused
his assembly causing all eyes to turn towards us and to make matters worse
we had to thread our way passed the juniors in the programme and they tried
to touch and feel us as we went by and each time she shivered and moaned
with gave a cry of disgust.  Not an auspicious start and unless something
changed dramatically, this wasn't going to be a good week for me.  In many
ways I felt sorry for the girl but when I looked across and saw Jenny
standing to sing the hymn, my disappointment again surfaced especially when
she turned towards me and gave a little smile or, more likely, a smirk. 
Only during Dr.  Carter's announcements, did I have a little time to
reflect on the situation and wondered what, if anything, I could do to
improve it.  Nothing came immediately to mind.
   "Will Charles Winscombe and Charlotte Green report to my office
immediately after this assembly please," Dr.  Carter ended the assembly and
I guessed we were already in trouble.
   The interview with him didn't go well either.  He brusquely told
Charlotte to get over her reluctance to show her body, "That's one of the
reasons for the programme," he stated and ordered me to ensure she
conformed without further fuss.  Charley sobbed and I put my arm around her
shoulders.
   I must have shown some leadership qualities for them to make me a
prefect and at that moment I decided to assert myself and try to help my
partner.  "Sir, with all due respect, considering the depth of her feelings
on this matter, that is not going to happen, not in a classroom situation.
I'm no psychologist but I would think it better to build up her self esteem
rather than having it knocked and battered by comments from others in the
class."
   "Good for you boy," he gave a little smile, "And you wish to take her
out of the classroom for private tuition?  That would again defeat the
purpose of the programme."
   "Only until break time Sir, and then perhaps allow me to accompany her
during her next lesson.  We have the same classes in the afternoon."
   Reluctantly and only after more argument did he give his agreement but
he threatened that if there were any more problems he'd take more drastic
action.  We both knew that meant contacting our parents with the view to
continuing the nakedness together at one of our homes or being sent to the
psychotherapy wing at the hospital for a weekend of training and a further
week in the programme.  As her partner, I would be forced to accompany her
even though I went through the programme without problems.
   "Where are you taking me?" she asked as, with an arm around her, I
ushered her to the girl's showers.
   "First we need to get you cleaned up and then we'll go into the 6th form
common room and talk until break."
   Fortunately at this time of the morning the showers were empty.  Never
having washed a girl before I started with her short dark hair and cleaned
her tear stained face.  So far she didn't resist.  Gradually I worked down
to her breasts, quite large compared to others I'd seen in previous weeks
but with a slightly protruding belly, they didn't stand out and the bra she
wore normally didn't lift them.  I soaped the soft globes but when I played
with her nipples, she tried to push me away.  "Did I hurt you?" She shook
her head.  "Then try and enjoy the sensation.  We're alone and not being
watched so make the most of it.  We could be in humanities now but I'm sure
this is better for you and for me." I met more token resistance when I
washed her genitals but by then she seemed resigned to her fate.  "Your
turn to wash and get to know me."
   My prick stood out at least at half-mast, not fully hard but well on the
way.  Without much enthusiasm Charley began washing my body but avoided my
prick until I admonished, "You'll need to be able to handle it later in the
classroom if I ask you to give me relief," I pointed out, "Here you've only
to wash it and do it in private." Very tentatively she did so and again I
asked her if it hurt." She shook her head.
   We dried each other with me taking more time than necessary on her tits,
and indeed, made her nipples harden so I knew she had some sexual feelings
even if she didn't show them.  Her initial drying of my prick and balls was
cursory to say the least, but after further encouragement she dried them to
my satisfaction and even induced my prick to become fully hard.  She
blushed; I smiled and thanked her.
   We'd over half-an-hour in the common room before break and I spent most
of the time with my arm around her gently trying to find out a little about
Charley's home life to see if it had any bearing on he shyness and her
utter reluctance to show her body to anyone.  To my surprise she said that
her parents looked forward to her being in the programme because they
thought it would help her to get a boyfriend and only near the time the
rest of the sixth formers would arrive did she admit that a group of girls
and a few boys living on the same estate, had for some years taunted her
over her fat, frumpy body saying that all she could offer a boy was the
hole between her legs, if they could get over the disgust of seeing her
body, and they wouldn't want her for anything else.
   "You have much more than that to offer Charley and this week may let you
realise it.  Have I shown any hesitation in looking at you or touching your
body and remember when I took you into the shower, your face was in a mess
from the crying?"
   "I saw the way you looked at me when you first came into the changing
room," she whispered.
   "Only because I didn't expect to partner you."
   The arrival of the others in two sixth form classes prevented any
further conversation and while we were subjected to some touching and
comments, Rod and Jayne, the naked pair from the other 6th form class,
gained more attention.
   Not having any practical skills that didn't involve a soldering iron and
a meter, the woodwork class proved an eye opener.  With Rod, three of us
were in the programme but Mr.  West issued us with smocks as `protective
clothing' and I know he remembered me from earlier years when I had to do
the subject for a term because he commented, "I hope you are only here to
watch and not to help her, Charles, she's the best in the class and I
remember that you couldn't glue two matchsticks together." I could well
believe her skills when I saw the beautiful little jewellery box she had
almost completed for her mother.  My praise caused her to blush.
   On the way to lunch Jenny and a group of girls accosted us and requested
a feel of my prick, "I expected to partner you," she commented.
   "I did too," and then wondered who she would get, the boy who sat with
her at the table later had already been in the programme.  "Perhaps I am
better off with Charley," I thought, "Any relationship with Jenny wouldn't
last and I'd always be worrying who would take her away from me."
   Maths after lunch and Charlie sat next to me although we did totally
different work.  I didn't ask for relief at the beginning of the lesson
although with my prick semi-turgid, I could have done with it.  All seemed
to be going well until about the middle of the lesson when, for no apparent
reason, Charley gave a cry and started sobbing loudly.  I'd noticed she
wasn't working on her maths and only a short while earlier I'd asked if she
needed help but she'd shaken her head so I guessed her mind was on her
nudity and all that had happened during the day.
   Mike Ransom, the class bigmouth and bully, inflamed the situation by
commenting loudly, "Fatsy is blubbering like a baby again because no one
wishes to look at her ugly body."
   With a loud wail Charley rushed from the room and without asking
permission, I followed her into the girl's toilets but she'd entered a
cubicle and locked the door before I could stop her and my requests for her
to open it were refused.  Another girl who'd been washing her hands,
watched the incident, "Would you mind going to the secretary and asking her
for the emergency key to the doors," I asked her in loudly enough for
Charley to hear in the hope she would open it voluntarily.  She didn't and
the secretary herself came with the key and unlocked the door.  Charley
didn't move from her sitting position with her knees tucked under her chin
until I knelt and put my arms around her in a hug.  "Looks like I have to
wash your face again, dear," I tried to joke but that only set off another
bout of sobs.
   Near the end of the lesson, with much trepidation, I took her back into
the classroom.  Mike Ransom wasn't there and the rest of the class remained
silent and afterwards I found out Miss Timpson had strongly castigated the
class for their behaviour and had sent Mike to stand outside the
headmaster's office until she could see him at break.
   We sat in the classroom over break and a couple of the girls stayed too
and sympathised with Charley while I worried over the repercussions that
might follow her action.  I didn't have long to wait.  About twenty minutes
into Mr.  Browne's English lesson, the assistant secretary came and asked
if we could go and see the headmaster.  Expecting another outburst, I
clasped Charley closely but instead of crying I felt her body shaking with
fear.  "It will be okay," I reassured her but I doubt she took in anything
I said.
   We had to wait outside the office while Dr.  Carter finished talking on
the phone.  "What do you think he will do to us?" Charley whispered, "None
of this is your fault and yet you are missing lessons and getting blamed
for my shyness."
   "Well these days he can't cane us for being naughty so I expect he'll
either tell us to behave ourselves or, more likely after what happened with
that junior pair a fortnight ago, we'll be in the Naked at Home programme
if your parents or mine agree to us living together for the rest of the
week." I felt her tense up and went on, "Don't worry, I won't do anything
to hurt you and I doubt we'll be doing anything more than be naked whilst
our parents can see us.  In bed we can cuddle and kiss as much as we like."
   "You really want to cuddle and kiss me?" I nodded, yes.  "Or is that
just to get me to have sex with you?"
   "I hope it will lead to us having sex partly because I've not done it
before but you will have to want it too.  I won't force you." The
headmaster calling us into his office curtailed any further conversation.
   At first I only held Charley's hand but as the head informed us that he
had suspended Michael Ransom and more gently than in the morning,
reprimanded her for making more of an issue of being naked than any other
student, her shaking increased and tears flowed again but I held her
tightly and ignored his request to release her.  "She'll just curl into a
ball on the floor if I do that, Sir.  Why not just tell us what punishment
you've decided on?  Are you going to suspend us too?" I didn't expect him
to do that.
   "No Charles, I would not want you to miss too many lessons and get
behind with your work and I have noticed how you have tried to help
Charlotte, without too much success as yet but I thought that given more
intimate time together, things might improve."
   "Here it comes," I thought, "Were going to be put together after school
as well."
   "I've arranged with your parents for you to be in the Naked at Home
programme from now until Monday morning.  Your parents, at least your
mother, whom I spoke to Charles, refuses to have Charlotte live and sleep
in her house and blamed me for putting you with an uncooperative girl.  She
cited your small room and bed but I also felt she disapproved of your
sleeping with a girl that you were not in love with and assured me that
your father would agree with her." I thought, "Dad will agree with her just
to keep the peace." The headmaster went on, "However, tonight and alternate
nights you will both spend the evening with them until after you've had
your meal there.  You can collect anything you need for your schoolwork
each night on the way to Charlotte's home.  Charlotte, your parents sounded
pleased you'd been put in the programmes both the one at school and at home
and your mother expressed the hope that it will help you lose many of your
inhibitions and overcome your sense of inferiority.  You've had the
contraceptive injection and I'm told your bed is big enough for two so
there is no problem there." He carried on detailing what he expected from
us and then looked at the clock.  "It's hardly worth you going back to your
lesson, so I'll get my secretary to unlock room 103 and you can dress and
go home.  I'll give you a note to excuse you from any homework you've been
given today so you'll be able to spend more time getting to know each
other." He finished with more advice on our behaviour and hinted at the
psychotherapy weekend if we didn't.
   We dressed and then had to collect our book bags from the classroom and
fortunately they were all working.  I knocked and went in and apologised to
Mr.  Browne, "Sorry Sir, we've been sent home and need to collect our
bags." The class immediately came to life and I'm sure most guessed the
reason because of the embarrassing comments they made before Mr.  Browne
quietened them.
   "Mother, this is Charlotte Green, `Charley', Charley, my mum, Sheila. 
Dad is Mark but won't be in until after five," I introduced her.
   "Yes, I know who she is," mother snorted, "I had a long conversation
with the headmaster." She turned to Charley, "Why couldn't you conform like
all the other girls?  Now we have to put up with this inconvenience and
having to see you walk around, flaunting your naked body.  Why did they
pick you to partner him?  I suppose you have to undress now but you won't
be having sex in this house." Before she could say more, I dragged Charley
upstairs into my bedroom with mother's last words following us, "Leave the
door open so I..."
   Knowing her to be on the verge of another flood of tears, I hugged and
kissed her fully on the lips.  She allowed this for longer than I expected
before pulling away and looking at me in surprise.  For a short while we
sat on the bed and intermittently discussed our life together for the next
week.  At least we both agreed that we didn't wish to spend time being
brain washed in the psychotherapy unit or have another week in the
programme although I had to admit to enjoying the feel of Charley's body
next to mine.  "You're only saying that because you've never had a girl and
I'm better than nothing," she remarked.  I didn't believe that was the case
and told her so but doubted she believed me.
   "Let's go down into the kitchen and see if Mum needs help.  She usually
does and we should be able to wear aprons as `protective clothing," I
suggested to stop the remarks developing into a full blown row but even
that suggestion met with opposition until I forced the issue.
   "Well there's potatoes to peel but you know how useless you are at
cooking, just like your father and I don't suppose she's much better.  I've
to make a pie for afters so she'll only get in the way."
   "From what I hear, she's probably a better cook than you, Mum.  She
helps in the kitchen when the school needs refreshments for an evening
function," I rebuffed her hoping Charley would be allowed to help and
improve mother's opinion of her.  "Show her where the stuff is and let her
try."
   Dad's a senior manager in a large accountancy agency and, as usual,
arrived home late although Mother had phoned him at five and warned him to
be home on time, "To meet the little bitch he's brought home." I'd thought
her attitude to Charley softened during their time in the kitchen but
perhaps not as much as I hoped and I'm not sure whether we gained or lost
points when Dad congratulated mother on the pie, "That's the nicest pie
you've made in a long while Sheila, and it must have been a special
occasion for you to make custard." "You can come again, Charley," he
grinned when mother admitted she hadn't made it.  We had the feeling that
dad was more in favour of our being together than mother.  Admittedly my
bed is too narrow for the two of us but we could use the double bed in the
guest room that is only occupied a few times a year.
   We received a totally different reception at the Green's house.  Her
mother hugged and kissed Charley and surprisingly did the same to me, her
father hugged his daughter, shook my hand and welcomed me to their home. 
"I'm Bob and my wife is Dora," he introduced, "How was your day?  I gather
it didn't go too well otherwise you wouldn't be here." My mother hadn't
mentioned our day at school during the whole of our time with her and dad
only casually asked when we rode in his car to Charley's home.  When I
answered, "Embarrassing," he merely remarked, "That's to be expected."
   "Wait a minute Bob, let them go and change while I make a pot of tea and
then we can get the full story and I can see how well equipped this fine
lad is for taking care of our daughter." Obviously she had no qualms about
our having sex, indeed her words indicated that she expected it.
   In some ways we found it more embarrassing to sit naked in front of her
parents than at school, especially for Charley to have her father look at
her when he sat only a few feet away.  When we entered the lounge again,
Dora held me by the shoulders at arms length and looked up and down at my
body and prick which had started to harden for the umpteenth time that day,
and after clasping me in a tight hug, declared, "You'll do fine lad."
   While we sat side by side on the settee and related the events that led
to our being in the Naked at Home programme, with Charley being much more
talkative at home than at school, I studied Dora, a slightly larger version
of Charley, same dark hair, same large breasts and dumpy figure but with a
much more outgoing personality.  Turning my attention to Bob and while my
height exceeded his, his stocky, fit body warned me he shouldn't be trifled
with; his working in a warehouse and moving heavy parcels all day built up
his muscles so I conceded he was far stronger than me.  Our tale
alternately brought smiles and tears to Dora's face but at the end of it, I
received another of her overwhelming hugs and a thank you kiss for looking
after Charley and trying to keep her from getting into further trouble.  "I
daresay you hoped to be partnered with one of the more beautiful girls..."
"Jenny Carstairs," Charley interrupted.  "One without the emotional baggage
and shyness of our daughter to overcome and I'm sure there will be further
problems at school but we'll help all we can.  Dr.  Carter mentioned mental
treatment and a further period of being naked in school if she doesn't
respond better by the end of the week.  I'm sure neither of you want that,
especially you," she turned directly to me, "Because you are the innocent
party in all this and will have to suffer with her." Charley blushed and
looked ready to cry, "But spending the nights together may help not only
with your personal relationship but the spinoff may help at school too."
   "Just because you're sleeping with her doesn't mean can force her to
have sex, that is rape and you'll feel the full force of my fist if you do,
but providing you are both happy with it, by all means enjoy a good fuck
and don't worry about the noise or us knowing what is going on.  It may
even stimulate us," Bob commented grinning widely.
   "He looks like he needs `relief' I think they call it on the leaflet we
had on the programme, why don't you do it for him now, Charley and get some
practice before you have to do it in a classroom?  You've seen it done with
other students." Dora suggested with a mischievous look on her face.  My
protests and suggestion that we went into the bedroom were overruled, "She
and you need to become comfortable with doing it in front of others before
tomorrow so get hold of it girl and wank it off, that's what we used to
call it.  Give it a suck if you like." I doubted she would do that but with
more persuasion from both Dora and Bob, she tentatively at first and then
with more vigour, rubbed my now rock hard prick until it spurted over her
hand and on my stomach.  In a way it pleased me to be able to perform in
front of my `in laws' as I sort of thought of them but my body flushed red
with embarrassment and I noticed Charley's did too.  However, she quietly
wiped my belly and then her hand with the tissue her mother provided.
   Nine o'clock, Dora ushered us to bed because as she put it, `you've had
a traumatic day and need an early night'.  None of us believed that and
while chatting and watching TV with them had been pleasant, I wanted to be
alone with my partner and to be able to talk and play with her more freely
than in the presence of her parents, however accommodating they were.
   Some of her shyness returned when we were in the bathroom but after
snuggling under the duvet and kissing, she relaxed and allowed me to suckle
her tits and rub her mound and in fact, became very wet but remembering
Bob's words, I didn't try entering my prick.  Before long she gave a little
cry and I guessed she had an orgasm although I'd only read about them. 
Gently she lifted my hand away but didn't object when I rolled her on top
of me and trapped my rigid prick against her stomach.  We didn't speak but
I kissed her forehead and caressed her back in the hope that she would
allow me entry but I suspected her mind unendingly debated whether to or
not.  In the end, her weight caused me to roll her off and we lay face to
face and I took her hand and placed it on my prick while I had my arms
around her back and my hand lightly massaged her bum.  Still no indication
of my getting my first fuck and frustration almost caused me to slide my
body down a bit and push my prick in but Bob's words kept ringing in my
ears.  I toyed with her clit again and at last this brought her over the
edge.  Working herself higher in the bed, she placed the tip of my knob at
her entrance and quietly whispered, "Do it, I know you want to." Her hymen
had already gone, and my prick slid slickly into her wet vagina.  "During a
gym class," she later told me, "They set the vaulting horse too high for me
and I hit the front edge hard and fell back on the floor with my hand on my
crotch.  The girls laughed of course, and the pain went after a little
while but when I changed at the end of the lesson, the inside of my shorts
had blood on them.  Miss Cummings suggested that my hymen had broken and if
I had further pain, to let her know." I rolled into the top position and,
gently at first because of the tightness of her opening, began to thrust
into her and after only a relatively short time, I heard her cry and knew
she'd climaxed for the second time probably more from my foreplay than my
prick.  By then I had no further need to try and hold back and shortly
spurted my sperm into her.  For a while we lay quietly locked together in a
post coital embrace until, with more kisses, we finally broke apart and lay
close without talking, both of us going over the events that led to our
losing our virginities.
   Tuesday
   Neither Charley nor I slept very well and at a little after midnight,
early Tuesday morning, I lay awake and I knew she was too and when she
stirred and gave a little sigh.  I asked, "You okay?" and turned her to
face me although in the dark we couldn't see each other.
   "Yes, not used to sleeping with anyone especially a boy."
   "But you've imagined it.  I've often dreamed of sleeping with a girl and
doing all sorts of things with her, like making her suck me and doing her
bottom." I felt the movement of the pillow as she nodded her head.
   "You want me to do that?"
   "Well maybe a blowjob if you feel like it but anal is only something for
my imagination.  You're worried about school tomorrow?"
   "Not as much as this morning and I know you'll be with me most of the
time.  Do you think the others will notice that I've been ...  fucked?"
   "They might guess but they won't know unless you tell them."
   She lay quietly for a while but I sensed she debated whether or not to
ask another question.  "Charlie?" she started and paused, "At the end of
this week will you have had your fill of fucking me and try and get into
Jenny Carstairs' knickers.  She seemed interested when she felt your prick
earlier and she's much prettier than me."
   "She also got a string of boys waiting to take her out and any
relationship with her would last days or weeks only.  You have the
advantage of being a caring girl, a girl I'd like to know better and unless
something drastic happens in the next few days, I'd like to continue to
have you as a girlfriend after this week's ordeal is over and not just for
the sex.  I'm not in the world's top ten of handsome men, too tall and
lanky for that, so yes, unless we have a falling out that can't be
repaired, let's stay together and see how our love progresses."
   Despite not sleeping much in the night we awoke early and after some
fooling around and my playing with her tits and cunt we fucked again,
gently this time as Charley's vagina was a little sore from our earlier
fuck.
   "We heard you enjoying yourselves this morning," Dora greeted us at
breakfast with a hug and a kiss; something I still had to get used to.
   "And we got to do it too so don't worry about disturbing us," Bob
commented with a grin, "Not often I'm allowed sex on a weekday."
   School went tolerably well although I had to hug and squeeze Charley's
hand a few times to reassure her and prevent an outburst of crying.  The
worst was soon after entering our form room and Pete Sears wanted a feel of
her mound and against the rules, pushed his finger inside.  Charley cried
out but Pete laughed, "I bet he fucked you last night cuz you're still
sticky." Fortunately Mr.  Browne reprimanded him and by then the bell for
the first lesson rang but all our class rightfully assumed we'd fucked.
   Wednesday
   We didn't call at my home after school yesterday but I needed to pick up
my PE kit on the way in, in case we were outside for the lesson.  In the
hope of easing mother's antagonism to Charley a little, I suggested she
could make the afters for the evening meal.
   "What, and have the little bitch show me up again in front of your
father?  Not likely.  He's not spoken of anything else since then."
   "Mother, you're the one that's being a bitch and the sooner you
recognise Charley as my girlfriend, the better.  We didn't want to be put
together but now we are glad that we were and our relationship is not going
to end on Monday so you'll see her around a good deal in future.  We only
thought to help with the cooking and had no intention of showing you up and
as you saw last time, cooking is something she excels in.  I'll just
collect my kit and we'll be out of your sight and as far as we can, we'll
stay out of your way when we come here tonight," I retorted and rushed
upstairs.  Not a good start to the day.
   "What have I done to make her dislike me so much?" a tearful Charley
asked.
   "Nothing dear, she expected me to find a beautiful girl from what she
considered an upper class family and didn't think about my wishes or
happiness."
   Pete's remark led to further unpleasantness for her during her domestic
science lesson.  I hadn't thought our separation for this particular lesson
would pose any problems partly because they wear aprons so she'd be
frontally covered but it seems that a group of girls were a little jealous
of her ability at the subject and we surmised later at the fact that they
were probably still virgins and they surreptitiously teased her about what
we did in bed and made crude suggestions as to what we might have done. 
When I arrived to collect her at lunchtime, Mrs Ford stood talking with her
and apologised to me that she hadn't heard what the girls were saying above
the noise of the mixers.  Although she had tears running down her cheeks,
Charley hadn't cried out and Mrs.  Ford said she wouldn't mention it to the
headmaster unless he asked directly.
   Wednesday afternoons are devoted to sport for all the sixth form pupils,
boys and girls and this afternoon the weather turned very wet and cold and
yet many of the hardier boys and a few girls wanted to go outside and play
football.  The rest of us were given the choice of netball or netball in
the sports hall, in other words, we didn't have a choice and being in a
hall we had to be naked apart from our shoes.  Rod and Jayne were in the
same situation and we all undressed in the girl's changing room surrounded
by a couple of dozen girls changing into their PE kit.  Several times Rod
and I were asked if we needed relief.  Jayne performed on her partner but I
refused only to hear Jenny comment, "He's saving it up so he can put it
inside her later." It wasn't far off the mark but I had the feeling she'd
hoped to take my virginity and her words indicated that our having fucked
was common knowledge without our ever having confirmed it.
   With more players on the court than normal for the game, it degenerated
into a fun free-for-all.  My height stood me in good stead but I found the
way my prick flopped around when I jumped to get the ball, very
disconcerting.  Charley had a similar problem with her tits but being
short, she rarely had possession of the ball.  At least, not having to take
sweaty PE clothes off we got to the showers first along with Rod and Jayne.
Rod surprised me by saying that he envied me being in the Naked at Home
programme because neither Jayne's family or his allowed them to be together
after they got home from school.  After last night, we no longer resented
it.
   The weather didn't allow us to dawdle on the way to my home but to our
surprise Mother wasn't in.  "Let's get our homework done and out of the way
so we can have more time together when we get to yours," I suggested.  With
maths being one of them, I sailed through mine and spent some time showing
Charley how to do hers.
   Time flew by and I'd nearly finished my German essay and Charley her
domestic science write-up when we heard a car in the drive and shortly
afterwards Dad's voice called up the stairs.  Seconds later he appeared at
our bedroom door, "Your mother said Charlotte was doing the cooking tonight
so I came home early." We looked confused and I repeated this morning's
altercation with Mother and together we went into the kitchen and found the
note she'd left propped against a tin, "Your GIRLFRIEND can cook the whole
meal tonight.  I'm going for drinks after work.  Be home at six." "We were
cold and wet when we got here, Dad, and went straight to the bathroom and
hung our clothes to dry and did our homework.  We thought Mum would be home
anytime and didn't come downstairs again."
   "We've a little more than half-an-hour, is that enough time to organise
anything Charlotte?" Dad asked.
   She shrugged and we looked in the fridge to see if anything had been
left for us and found four pork steaks together with the usual assortment
of vegetables.  After a further search of the pantry she held up a packet
of Uncle Ben's boil-in-the-bag rice, she asked, "Do you fancy a Chinese?"
We agreed and then she hit us with, "Well if we are to eat on time, you'll
have to do the food preparation and some of the cooking while I make the
afters." Again we were more or less forced to agree and I think Dad agreed
more to ogle Charley's tits than wanting to help but he didn't get to see
much of them except from the side because we wore aprons.
   Charley showed us a side of her nature we hadn't seen before.  "We'll
have to do it like one of those television cooking programmes where they
are given ingredients at the last moment and have to make a meal from them.
Charlie, you will peel and scrape the veg and chop them into small pieces
and Mark you can slice the meat into thin strips.  Got that?"
   "Yes, Delia," Dad called her after a TV celebrity cook and we all
laughed and that set the theme for our cooking instruction, with us calling
her Delia at every opportunity.
   "If the chef and the sous chef have to be naked, why isn't the lower
status cook naked too?" I commented grinning at Dad not thinking he'd take
off his clothes, "We've had the humiliation of being in our birthday suits
in front of loads of people, shouldn't you experience a little of what
we've been through?" To our surprise, he turned his back to us and stripped
off and commented, "Is it still okay to wear an apron, Delia?"
   Laughing and joking at our efforts and each other, we'd just started
cooking in an electric wok and the smells were beginning to invade the
kitchen when mother came in.  We didn't hear her above the noise we made
until her voice demanded, "What's going on?" I could see she wasn't pleased
that we all seemed to be enjoying ourselves and dad was standing very close
to Charley sporting an erection that poked his apron out.
   To my amazement, Charley, alias Delia, looked at the clock and in her
role as chief cook replied, "You're a little early but you can set the
table while we finish cooking," then ignoring any comeback turned to Dad
and scolded, "I said to use two spoons to turn the outside to the middle,
don't stir them."
   "Why are you naked Mark?" mother screamed.
   "Delia put me in the Naked at Home programme when I had to help cook
because they didn't see your little note.  Now do as the boss says, Dear,
set the table, I think we're nearly ready."
   "Sorry Delia, you should have said that." We burst into laughter again
and a shocked mother went and found the cutlery.
   It turned out to be an excellent meal, not truly Chinese but close
enough for us and Charley had made a fruit slump from a tin of mixed fruit
and added a sponge topping which she served with ice cream.  We all felt
over-full and happy at what we'd achieved.  Our humour made itself felt
with mother because partway through the meal she lost her scowl and joined
in the joking, something I'd never known her to do.
   The laughter continued when we related the story to Dora and Bob.
   Thursday
   Thursday at school passed without incident, lessons all morning and
first thing in the afternoon but the last double period we had study time,
a time for doing homework or research for upcoming lessons or any
coursework projects.  Mr.  Browne kept an eye on us but generally left us
to our own devices unless we went to him with a specific problem.  I had a
history folder I worked on but helped Charley with her maths and suggested
a better format for writing up her domestic science notes.  When the final
bell rang and everyone hurried out, I hung back and asked Mr.  Browne, "Why
did you choose to put us together?  Was it because of our nicknames?"
   "No, not at all although I did think of the humorous side of doing it. I
know you expected to be with Jennifer Carstairs but that choice was too
obvious and I almost made the mistake of putting you together but a little
further thought and with five boys to choose from for seven girls, I could
see there wouldn't be another boy who would care for Charlotte in the way
that I thought you would, and so far I think I made the right decision. 
I'm sorry you got clobbered with the Naked at Home programme too but from
what I hear, that has helped you both."
   We agreed and thanked him.
   Dora decided to continue my cookery instruction and had me making the
meat loaf from a recipe but that suited my scientific mind in that I only
had to weigh or measure ingredients and mix them but it turned out okay. 
Probably not as good as one she would have made by throwing the ingredients
seemingly haphazardly into the bowl.  Charley suddenly disappeared while I
helped Dora and later came downstairs wearing knickers.  I quickly guessed
why.  "Oh why couldn't her period have waited a few more days," I wondered
and I could see from her face, that she was disappointed too.  I hugged and
kissed her in front of Dora and whispered, "We can still be together." At
least on her final day in the programme she could keep her mound covered
and refuse to allow anyone to feel her there.
   In bed that night she gave me `relief', a hand job done with more
enthusiasm than usually displayed when boys asked for relief at the
beginning of a lesson.  So far I'd not asked for any relief at school
because I knew Charley's embarrassment at doing it and her fear of losing
me if another girl volunteered her services.  We slept well but woke early
again and feeling my erection against her stomach, again she asked if I
needed `relief'.  Thinking I'd get another hand job, I said, "Yes, please,"
but this time instead of masturbating me, she crawled down the bed and
started sucking and rubbing my prick.  I didn't last long and warned her of
my impending emission but she continued anyway and took my sperm into he
mouth and I presume she swallowed it because she stayed under the
bedclothes and continued to gently suck me for some time afterwards.  She
said she liked the feel of my prick in her mouth even when it went soft.
   Friday
   Miss Timpson confirmed her right to wear knickers when we undressed in
room 103 the following morning and we suffered the comments from our
classmates when we walked into our form room but we'd anticipated this
happening and were able of fend off he comments without Charley breaking
down although at times it was a near thing.
   For the first double period we had PE and because of the inclement
weather, both sixth form groups would use the Sports Hall, boys and girls.
This wouldn't be the first time we'd seen naked students jumping around and
doing exercises and we always looked with some amusement at the way the
boy's pricks and the boobs of the well-endowed girls flopped around, but
now it was our turn we knew we would be the centre of the attraction
especially Charley because of her rotund figure, had difficulty in doing
many of the exercises and her movements were slower than the rest. 
Fortunately Miss Cummings and Mr.  Clarke kept everyone under control and
Miss Cummings who oversaw our section, just smiled when Charley walked
around the vaulting horse instead of jumping over it.  Everyone else
laughed but it wasn't the first time since her `accident' that Charley had
done this when they placed the horse too high for her.
   Apart from our shoes, we had almost nothing to remove before getting
under the shower so we were able to get their first and were familiar
enough now to wash each other without embarrassment.  "It's gone!  My pad's
gone and I'm bleeding heavily," Charley shrieked in alarm.  As a prank,
some girls had taken it and we found out later, had flushed it down the
loo.
   Of course, none of the girls admitted it and Miss Cummings lectured them
on their behaviour and sent me to the secretary's office.  "Ask for a
sanitary towel, they usually keep some there for girls that start their
period and are unprepared," she ordered.
   Our little Scottish assistant secretary came to the window when I
knocked and her face lit up in a smile when I asked for a sanitary towel.
She looked me up and down and seemed to pause at my prick and asked, "And
what would a fine young lad like you be wanting with one of those?  They'll
not cover much of what ye have.  Your not going to have us believe your
girlfriend sent you?"
   "No Miss, Miss Cummings sent me while Charlotte holds a paper towel in
place.  She's bleeding fast Miss, after the exercises we did." I had to
explain what happened and by now, to my embarrassment, we'd gained the
attention of the other secretaries.  With my blushes fading, I ran back to
the Sports Hall and by then break time was nearly over.
   During the lunch hour we found a quiet place and discussed whether or
not the headmaster would make us continue in the programme and send us for
therapy.  "I don't think he will," I opined, "You haven't had another
outburst since Monday although I've had to cuddle you a few times and we've
done most of the things others in the programme have except that I've never
asked for relief.  Would you be up to doing it if I request it this
afternoon?  I won't ask for it if it will upset you." She slowly agreed and
we cuddled for a while so that when we went into the lesson, I had a full
erection, something in the past I'd tried to avoid.
   Miss Timpson almost negated my choice by commenting, "It's quite obvious
that you need relief, Charles, is Charlotte going to do it or would you
like to try one of the girls?"
   "I'll do it Miss," Charlotte volunteered quickly and I knew she didn't
wish for any other girl to get her hands on `her property' but even so she
blushed profusely until I came and she wiped my prick with a tissue.
   We knew from the experience of those that preceded us in the Programme,
that the last period of the week, nominally a study/form period, we'd have
to answer questions on how the week went and some students would ask very
personal questions but Mr.  Browne usually curtailed these before the topic
got out of hand and degenerated into a sex discussion, but for some reason
he allowed Greta to ask, "As you've also been together in the Naked at Home
Programme and slept together, did you have sex?"
   Everyone knew from comments earlier that we had and I replied, "Yes."
   "Was it the first time for either or both of you?" Again there wasn't
any point in denying it but I thought our form teacher should have
intervened at this point but he didn't.
   "Will you continue to see each other after the Programme ends?" Greta
kept up her questioning and Charley and I both answered, "Yes" at the same
time.
   Mr.  Browne diverted any further questions on the subject by asking
about our funniest experience.  Thinking Charley should attempt to answer,
I offered her the chance, "Tell them about Delia, Charley." Hesitantly the
story came out and the class laughed hysterically and were amazed that she
would have even considered being in charge of anything, let alone boss my
Dad and Mother around.
   Almost at the end of the afternoon we were called into the headmaster's
office.  We entered with much trepidation, still fearing that we hadn't
done enough to prevent us being sent for psychotherapy and given another
week in the Programme.  Our minds went over all the times when Charley
nearly had an outburst and I'd had to squeeze her hand or give her a hug
and a few words of reassurance but our fears were unjustified and Dr. 
Carter actually congratulated me on the way I'd helped Charlotte through
her ordeal and in the end commented that we'd both benefited from being in
the Programme and the benefit seemed likely to continue into the future. 
He ended with "I could terminate your being in the Naked at Home part of
the programme but from what I hear, you might prefer an extension."
   "It might help if you extended it for another week, Sir, to help my
mother get used to us being together."
   "Very well, Charles, let's do it unofficially and not put it on your
record."
   That ended our Naked in School week but not our being naked many times
in the privacy of our room.  At the end of our time in the Naked at Home
programme I moved in with Charley because mother still refused to have her
sleep with me in her house I'm sure partly because she feared Dad would
make a move on my partner; she hadn't forgotten his erection when she came
in the evening we did the cooking.  Dad even admitted it was the sight of
Charley's well-padded bottom and the way her boobs jiggled under her apron.
Dad though, insisted we visited and ate with them at least twice a week. 
We were never naked then.
   So what started as a very traumatic week, we hope will turn out to be
life-long love.
   Finis 
  
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