Sam and Jenna Naked in School (NiS, hs, exh, teen, first, mf, oral, anal)


   Monday, Morning

   Sam

   Yo, I'm Sam Peterson, and I'm what you'd probably call, 'quirky'.  Or
just annoying.  I'm a strange kid, I always have been, and I like it like
that.  I've got a sense of humor that you'll either get and laugh your ass
off at, or find strangely bizarre.  Or both.  I'm generally a relaxed and
easy going person, light-hearted and laid back.  I'm a smart kid.  Not a
super brain, but smarter than your average student.  I'm occasionally
super-hyper and will do something extremely strange and out of the blue
should the mood strike me.  I'm not particularly popular or recognized by
most of the school.

   Probably because, despite my sometime random and bizarre antics, I'm
often quiet and removed.  It's weird and hard to explain, but I guess I
really don't start acting up till I get excited or someone encourages my
insanity.  I'm an only child so I'm used to being alone and in my own
little world.  I think differently from most people ('outside the box',
yeah yeah) and my mood seems to govern most of my personality.  When I get
down, I'm very, very quiet and mope a bit.  When I'm pissed off, I see red
and lose my temper in a big way, though it generally takes something either
very, very big, or very, very personal to get me mad.  I've only gotten
really 'mad' a few times in my whole life.  My temper seems to have hot and
cold, and little in the way of lukewarm.  When I'm happy I'm all smiles and
generally insane and so full of energy and bounce that I can become
annoying as hell.  That's when I get started in on insane stunts, pranks,
and general mischief.

   But most of the time I'm just kinda there.  I tend to watch things,
watch people, keep to myself and just observe.  I can be very unnoticeable
when I get like that.  Sometimes people look right through me.  I'm
typically a bit cynical and sarcastic, though happy-go-lucky is no stranger
to me.  Lost yet?  I figured.  People generally don't understand me or what
I'm about, and really I don't know myself.  I'm a giant contradiction in
many ways.  I don't follow much of a pattern of behavior, but the few
people who have bothered to get to know me seem to think I'm a pretty ok
person.  I never mean any harm, and I'm pretty mellow, even if that's hard
to see that sometimes.

   So I'm unconventional and a bit touched in the head.  What's wrong with
that?  'Normal' people are boring and I chose not to be.

   I have one or two friends, and some class acquaintances and people I
talk to, but don't really know.  Aside from that I'm one of the unknowns, I
guess, which I actually kinda like.  Sure, sometimes I wish a few more
people liked or noticed me, but then I remember most people tend to suck
and change my mind.

   I woke up Monday with enough time to clean up and look somewhat decent,
though I've always been just a bit unorganized and disheveled.  I cursed
the world for making beds so warm and comfy and everything else so...not...
then walked downstairs.  Did I mention mornings and I aren't on the best of
terms?

   Skipping breakfast like I've been doing for the past six or seven years
(part of hating mornings is not being hungry for them I guess.  Don't
ask.), I grabbed up my bookbag and walked to my car.  I never really
bothered checking in with my parents in the mornings.  I'm probably too
stubborn and independent for my own good, and neither of them is usually
around.  My Dad is usually, though not always, at work by then.  And my
Mom...well, she's not typically awake before lunchtime.

   My car is a hunk of crap, a 1986 Cavalier.  It was about the only thing
my Mom would let my Dad get me.  I didn't really mind hat it was a horrid
car, and was slowly doing its best to commit suicide by falling apart on a
monthly basis.  Though that did kinda suck.  I'm one of those rare guys who
isn't altogether interested in cars.  I knew a kickass car when I saw one,
and I held out little hope of driving one anytime soon, so the rest didn't
really matter to me.

   I started the junkpile up and thanked the powers that be that the engine
didn't fall out then and there.  I drove the few blocks to school, rolling
into the junior and senior parking lot.  I climbed out and absently ran a
hand through my shaggy curls, glancing around.

   It was a typical Monday at Monroe High.  Teenagers were wandering about
outside, and a dull hum of conversation was audible already.  I walked
toward the main building and slipped inside, looking around silently.  I
watched people mingle about in the halls with mild interest.  It was fun to
people watch sometimes.  You'd occasionally see some pretty funny and
stupid shit.

   Something felt different about today somehow.  I couldn't put my finger
on it, and since I couldn't think of any assignments or school events or
anything I just shrugged it off.  I spotted Mikey across the hall and,
grinning stupidly, waved at him with my Anatomy book.  He laughed and waved
back.  Mikey isn't really a friend, I don't know him very well, but he's a
good guy and he sits beside me in Economics.  I would have gone over to
talk to him for a minute, but his boyfriend Robby walked over to him and
started talking quietly.  I figured I'd give them their privacy.

   Yes Mikey is gay.  Do I give a shit?  Can't truthfully say I do.

   I stood around for awhile, doing more people watching, not really paying
attention as I slowly walked in the direction of my homeroom, waiting for
firstbell to ring.  Why wasn't I mingling and talking and having a jolly
old time?  Because too many people are boring.

   As I continued to make my way down the hall, Bret Wilson turned and
walked toward me, and roughly shouldered me aside.  I hopped a few times to
get my feet back under me, nearly colliding into the lockers.  He glanced
back and snickered at me like an idiot.  I sent him a glare but otherwise
ignored him.  Bret was a prominent football player, and was a good foot
taller than me.  Did I mention I'm 5'4"?  I'm 5'4".  Bret was a muscle
head, the consummate, stereo-typical jock who got off on his own little
part in football.  He was an enormous guy, a mountain of muscle on top of
muscle, and likely outweighed me by well over a hundred pounds.  He was one
of those guys whose face had muscles, and I'd often wondered just how much
of his muscle was natural and how much came from an unhealthy diet of
steroids.

   I dunno why, maybe because I'm so much smaller than him, but Bret has
had it out for me since freshman year.  Or maybe it has something to do
with that time I made him look like an ass(which he is) in Algebra.

   Nah...

   I reached my homeroom and was about to stroll inside when the intercom
blared on.  I ignored it, as was my habit, till I heard my name.

   "...And Sam Peterson, please report to the Principal's office
immediately."

   They'd called someone before me, I think, but I wasn't paying attention.
Damn it, now I had no idea who had gotten me into trouble.

   With a half-hearted 'tsk' I started for Principal Markinson's office. 
The old man was pretty nice and more reasonable and fair than I would have
thought coming in my freshman year.  Still, I'm pretty sure he thought I
was some kind of possessed demon-child, even though we got along pretty
well and I wasn't THAT big of a trouble maker.  Still, it was, y'know, not
an impression I really minded, heh heh.

   I reached the waiting room in front of his office feeling sure I was
going to get chewed out for taking my time.  And not really caring.  I gave
a sloppy salute to his secretary, who sent me a sour look.  She was kinda a
bitch.  I ignored her and went to settle in a chair to wait, but she
cleared her throat and looked at me over the rim of her glasses.

   "Please hurry inside, Principal Markinson is waiting," she said.  I
shrugged and got to my feet and walked into Markinson's office.

   As soon as I stepped in I knew something was up.  Something I did NOT
like.  Principal Markinson's office was pretty small; a wide desk with a
floor-to ceiling- window behind him and those old fashioned cheap vertical
blinds.  His different boring diplomas and certificates were hanging on the
left wall.  Two chairs were pushed in front of the desk, and someone was
sitting in the right chair.  I wasn't paying attention to that though.  My
eyes were locked on Principal Markinson and the short woman standing beside
him, Counselor Taylor.

   Counselor Taylor had been my Counselor since freshman year and over the
last three years tried (unsuccessfully) to get me to be more normal.  She
was dressed neatly like always, and a pamphlet was in her hand.  Principal
Markinson was a little chubby and had a comb-over of thin, graying hair. 
He was tanned, developing wrinkles, and had glasses with lens about as
thick as my index finger.

   And I knew exactly why I had been called in here.

   "You really want to let me free into the school in the buff?" I blurted.



   The principal smirked slightly but grew more serious after a moment.

   "You know you have to do this Mr.  Peterson," he said.  I sighed and
rolled my eyes.

   "I know, I know already.  Just don't hold me responsible for any heart
attacks people experience this week."

   "Please try to behave yourself Sam," Counselor Taylor said, though the
sternness of her voice didn't come through the amused look on her face. 
They both knew that while I was certainly a mischief maker, I wouldn't do
anything truly terrible to break rules or cause trouble.  And I knew there
was no escaping this.  I figured I may as well at least accept it and try
to make it easier on myself.  At least that's what I kept telling myself.

   The Program had come to claim me, just like it did everyone else.

   Dammit, this was going to suck.





   Jenna

   Hi, I'm Jenna Mathews, and I hate public school.  Probably because I
went to Catholic school till just this year, my Junior year.  I still don't
know why my Dad is making me go to Monroe.

   Don't get me wrong...  Monroe is a nice enough school, a lot better than
some of the horror stories of high school's I've heard about.  But it was
definitely different from Catholic school, and I had to start all over you
know?  Plus it's rowdier and more out of hand than Catholic school, more
loud and fast.  That's to be expected I guess.  Of course, it probably
seems worse than it is to me since I've always been kind of shy.  I'm the
smart kid, the girl who makes all the good grades and all her teachers
like.

   There are a lot of weird things about me.  I think my family has
something to do with that.  My mother left my father and I when I was two
and I know that effected me.  For a really, really long time it was just
him and me.  My Dads a good man, a hard working man, but he's really
forgetful, preoccupied, and totally scatterbrained.  I think sometimes he
forgot about me.  I was lonely a lot and I'm sometimes timid because of
that.

   Things were a little different when I was seven, and my father
remarried. His new wife, my stepmother Karla, was eight years younger than
him and only twenty-four at the time, and she was pregnant two months after
they married.  They had five kids together, three boys and twin girls.

   How do I feel about all this?  It's hard to say.  After several years of
being all alone, except for when my father could manage not to be absent
minded and pay some attention to me, all these new people enter my life.  I
know most people wouldn't think it would be a good deal for me.  But it
was. Even as a little girl, I had become very aware and very conscious of
my life and environment, moreso than most children I've ever heard of.  The
memories and experiences are still very vivid and solid in my mind, and I
remember what it was like to be so confused and lost and vulnerable.

   Karla is pretty cool to tell the truth.  We get along well.  She's nice,
she tries to be friendly and have a place in my life, but she also respects
my space and doesn't try to boss me around like most bitchy step-moms.  My
sisters, Jessica and Ashley, are twins.  They're a bit strange sometimes,
classic twins who delight in keeping secrets and sticking together in their
own little world.  They're good girls, curious and smart.  I try to set a
good example for them.

   Tony, Edd, and Theo are...little boys, simple as that.  Loud, rowdy, and
always getting into trouble.

   Having such a lively change in my family life brought me out of my shell
a bit.  Because of the school transfer at the end of last year I don't have
too many friends.  I'm a smart girl, and probably more of a nerd than I
ought to be.

   I woke up Monday and put Lifehouse in my CD player while I got up and
started getting ready for school.  No one remembers Lifehouse anymore, but
I love them.  What I don't get is that when they first came out in 2000,
they were the top played radio band of that year with their song Hanging By
A Moment from the No Name Face album.  Sure that was years ago, but how
could they be played that much and no one remembers them?  It's so unfair!

   I took a quick shower and sat down on my queen bed to brush out my hair
while I glanced over notes for Psychology and notes on Anatomy.

   I threw on some clothes, a loose purple and lavender Old Navy shirt and
a pair of jeans and some of my comfier sandals.  I pulled my thick hair,
which normal hangs to my butt, into a tidy, tight bundle on top of my head.
I wasn't really a jewelry and makeup kind of girl.  I didn't think I was
attractive, and stuff like those things wasn't going to help me get any
prettier, so there was no point.  Still, I think I looked nice enough.  Not
slobbish, but relaxed and easy going.

   Downstairs in the dining room, breakfast was underway.  We didn't have a
super fancy house, but it's better than most, and gives our large family a
bit of room to breath.  My dad builds bombs for the military ( which makes
me scared for our country ) so he's pretty well paid.  Karla already had
cereal on the table for my brothers and sisters and added one for me as I
took a seat.  I thanked her and she smiled.  My dad had to leave early for
work sometimes, and today was one of those days.

   "Did not!" Theo roared, giving Tony a shove.  Tony glared at his older
brother and seemed to be trying to decide if he was going to return the
shove or not.

   "Settle down you two," I instructed around a mouth half full of cereal.
I took a pretty active role in helping Karla out with the kid's most of the
time.  She says I'm a better Mom than she is.

   "Do as your sister says," Karla enforced from the kitchen.  The boy's
settled with reluctant grumbling.

   Ashley tittered suddenly, and I glanced over at her and Jessica, who was
whispering something into her sisters ear.

   "What's funny?" I asked with a smile.

   Before Jessica could intervene Ashley announced, "Jessi has a
boyfriend!"

   "Do not stupid!" Jessica whined.

   "No one's stupid," I giggled, taking a glance at Jessica and shooting
her a teasing grin.  "So who's the lucky boy?"

   Jessica flushed a deep pink and slid low in her seat.  "Jeremy Miller.
But he's NOT my boyfriend!"

   "That's not what you said a minute ago," Ashley piped in slyly.  Her
twin gave her a withering glare.

   "How come you don't have boyfriends Jenny?" Edd, the youngest of the
boys asked.

   "Because boys are stinky," I replied.  I ruffled his dark hair and
carried my bowl to the sink.  Alright, so I lied.  I liked boys.  I think
(I've never kissed a boy or even had one touch me) I was virgin in about
every sense of the word.  That doesn't mean I don't like to look at
them...I just know most boys are jerks and assholes and just generally
suck. I've heard enough post-breakup moping from Theresa to know I didn't
want any part of that kind of stress.  She continued to struggle on to find
a guy suitable for her, but then she'd always been more stubborn and
tenacious than me.  I don't think I could take falling for a guy then being
rejected or losing him.  I'm too big of a wimp.

   Plus I was picky.  I know the old saying, 'picky and lonely are best
friends'.  But I had this stupid Cinderella notion in my head that someday
the right guy would find me, and there was no point settling for some jerk
who would just hurt me in the meantime.

   I got my things together and got into my Mustang (my dad got me a car
that wasn't a total piece of garbage.  I was impressed!) and drove to
school.  I walked into the main building and hurried inside.  I usually
meet Derik, who along with Theresa was one of my only friends, before
homeroom.  But I was running late today and hurried on, trying to beat the
bell.

   "Jenna Mathews and Sam Peterson, please report to the principals office
immediately." Came crackling over the intercom.  Sam, Sam...I couldn't
place the name as anyone I knew.  Maybe the incidents weren't related?  I
started feeling a bit nervous.  I never got called to see Principal
Markinson.  What could this be all about?

   I was actually pretty close to his office as I walked to homeroom so it
only took me a minute to arrive.  His secretary looked up from her desk.

   "Hi," I said nervously, "I'm Jenna Mathews.  The principal wants to see
me?"

   She glanced at a note on her desk, then nodded and wordlessly indicated
the door to Principal Markinson's office with her pen.  I clutched my books
tightly to my chest and walked apprehensively inside.

   "Ms.  Mathews, have a seat," Principal Markinson said with a smile that
was probably intended to make me calmer.  It didn't.

   I glanced to his right.  One of our school Counselors, Ms.  Taylor,
stood just behind his chair.  She was a nice woman, I thought.  She'd done
her best to help me adjust to public school, though not all of it took. 
She smiled at me and flicked a strand of her corn blonde hair out of her
eyes.

   "Do you know why you're here Jenna?"

   I shook my head and swallowed a tad unsteadily.  I never got called to
the office.  This was a different experience to me.  Seriously, I've never
even seen principal Markinson behind his desk!

   "Am I in trouble Principal Markinson?" I asked softly.

   "Not at all Ms.  Mathews," he assured me.  I let out a sigh, feeling
relieved and loosening up a bit.

   "What's up then?  Is something wrong with my records or something?"

   "No no," Principal Markinson chuckled.  I was started to get a little
annoyed.  Why didn't he just spit it out?

   "You've been chosen for the Program Jenna," Counselor Taylor explained.

   I completely froze, going rigid and all tight.  My hands clutched
together and I stared blankly ahead.  Oh no.  God, why the Program?  Why
me? I think I started shaking really hard, but I don't remember.  I felt
like crying and screaming, but mostly like running away.

   "Don't look so mortified Ms.  Mathews," Counselor Taylor laughed.  She
gave me an encouraging smile that did absolutely nothing to encourage me
and stepped around to the front of the desk.  She handed me a pamphlet,
which I took in small and shaking hands.

   "You are familiar with the program, aren't you Jenna?"

   Of course I knew about the Program.  Who doesn't?  The Program has been
around for a few years now.  It's this really messed up system where you
have to spend a whole week in school, totally and completely naked!

   You have to be on complete display for everyone in school, and go along
with 'reasonable requests', which means showing off your body and letting
people touch you wherever they want!  Sure, this is technically safe now
that STD's and AID's and whatnot are gone, but still!  The whole thing is
supposedly to promote 'awareness' or some crap like that and to make
students more comfortable with their bodies and sexuality, but that's a
bunch of bullshit.  I think it's just a cover for letting people get their
jollies from feeling people up.

   President Jackson has signed and passed a bill to make the program
officially instated in all public schools.  Participation is practically
mandatory.  You have to participate in order to even graduate!  The only
way out is to be signed out by a parent for a reasonably acceptable reason.
Which I had been.  Or thought I had been.

   "This has to be a mistake," I muttered, flushing a bit.  It feels a bit
weird to go ghostly pale and blush at the same time, but that's what I
think I did.

   "My parents should have put me on the sign-out list!"

   "No mistake," Counselor Taylor assured me seriously.  "We've checked and
re-checked the database, and you are definitely cleared for the program. 
You and Nineteen other students have been selected as this weeks
participants."

   God, my Dad was going to kill me.  And the school.  And I was going to
kill him for not putting me on the sign-out list!

   I fell silent and glanced at the pamphlet.  The Program was emblazoned
on the front along with a picture of a naked man and woman standing side by
side.

   There was absolutely no way I could handle something like this.

   Sam

   How did I feel about the Program?  I guess I have a bit of a typical
male streak, because I certainly don't mind seeing naked girls walking
around in the buff in school.  There's nothing wrong with that part at all,
but that's of course my opinion.  I really don't mind the whole guys being
nude either, though I don't exactly pay attention to that aspect.  I've
never tried to go for a 'reasonable request' on a girl, but then again I'm
a little too nice-guy most of the time to do somethin' like that, and too
shy the rest of the times.  I can see how the Program can cause problems
for people, what with the groping and the embarrassment and whatnot, and I
sympathize, really I do.  I guess I've just never thought it was that big
of a deal.  I can see the benefits too.  Some kids that have been uptight
and totally trapped inside themselves have really opened up in a big way
after the Program.  Which is, I suppose, what it's supposed to be all about
huh?

   Really the more appropriate question would be how did I feel about being
in the Program.  That's...a little different, lemme tell ya.  I mean, I
don't want to sound like a hypocrite, and all in all I probably don't mind
it as much as most people would.  But it's still kind of nerve racking.  I
know I'm not particularly attractive, though I'm not deformed or anything
like that, and certain activities keep me from getting flabby and out of
shape.  I'm just not a looker, and I'm well aware of that.  I also know how
ugly most highschoolers can be about these kinda things, and how easy it
can be for some people to poke fun where poking need not be done.  Was I
nervous?  Hell yes I was nervous!  I knew that I was going to be parading
my naked ass around and that any attention I got at all would likely be
totally negative.

   So yeah.  I was just a LITTLE bit freaked.

   And then it occurred to me that a buddy system was in effect for the
Program, and the person I hadn't bothered glancing at in the chair in front
of Principal Markinson's desk was probably a girl and likely my partner.

   A glance at her set me looking into the most beautiful chestnut eyes
I've ever seen, two pools of gorgeous brow set prominent and wide in a
smooth, pale face.  Lord was she pale.  She was even more pale than me, and
that's something!  She wasn't goth pale or albino, just a milky white color
that spoke of soft skin and doubtlessly a lot of time spent inside.  A
delicate and lovely tone, I thought.  I didn't really care about skin tone
(though way too many tans are way too fake and way too orange), but I
thought the her fair complexion looked very nice on her.  High set cheeks
with a soft coloring of pink the shade of pale roses.  She had a small and
cute little nose that turned ever so slightly upward.  Her full, plump lips
looked wonderfully soft and sent my mind wandering down some pleasantly
naughty lines of thought.

   I realized by the confused look she was sending me that I was staring
and quickly looked away.  I'd seen her before, I know it.  But from where?

   "Now then," Counselor Taylor spoke up.  "Sam, Jenna, the two of you will
be partners for this week in the Program.  I'm sure you're familiar with
the setup, and it is covered extensively in the pamphlets we've given you.
Suffice it to say you will be expected to assist and support each other. 
The buddy system is in place for a reason; to give you an outlet and a
helping hand through the initial period of the Program, that you may better
adjust and enjoy the experience.  I suggest you two get to know one another
and learn to support one another this week."

   Principal Markinson cleared his throat and turned his gaze onto me.

   "Given your....outgoing nature," he said, "And that you tend to adjust
and respond well, we have decided to ask you, Sam, to help Ms.  Mathews
through this.  She transferred to Monroe High from a private school at the
beginning of this year, and this may be a bit difficult for her.  We're
confident, however, that you can be a big help in making this a more
enjoyable experience for her."

   I chuckled.  "In other words if I don't help her make it through this
week I get heinously punished."

   "Not per say," Counselor Taylor smiled.  Then she winked and said, "But
we could come up with something if you cause un-due emotional scarring."

   I saluted and muttered, "Got it, Chief."

   Glancing at the girl again I decided that wouldn't be a difficult
request at all.  She was gorgeous, one of the prettiest girls I'd ever
seen. And the name rang a bell too.  I think she may have been in some of
my classes.  If she was, I never quite noticed her.  How I could have
possibly missed such a beauty is beyond me, and if I had, I promised myself
I'd give myself a swift kick in the ass sometime soon.

   "You are both familiar with the reasonable request policy as well as
rules regarding covering?  Prolonged bathroom breaks?" Markinson asked.

   I nodded, knowing you could get in trouble for covering your body with
hands or book bags or anything that didn't qualify as safety or protective
equipment.  As for the bathroom, hiding out for hours to avoid the Program
could land you in some shit.  Still, I couldn't resist cracking, "What if
we have evidence that we're just taking a really really long shit?  I think
I might have had beans last night..."

   The Principal glared at me but he knew I was just baiting him.  "That
will be addressed in the event it happens.  And watch your language Mr. 
Peterson."

   Bah.  Figures we can wander the halls in our birthday suit and get felt
up by the whole student body (and in some cases, even have full on
intercourse.  Some teachers are rather lax in what they let Program folk
get away with), but swearing is still getting us in trouble.  Weak...

   "Are there any more questions?" Counselor Taylor asked.  I glanced at
Jenna.  She was sitting still and staring at the floor.  I felt bad for
her.

   "Yeah," I said, looking up and, smirking, taking up my usual attempt to
lighten the mood.  "What does 'wassailing' mean?"

   Counselor Taylor stepped around the desk and held out two small boxes.
"Undress please."

   Well shit.

   Jenna

   Oh.  My.  God.  How could this be happening to me?  I asked myself that
over and over as the boy I was partnered with, Sam, I think, spoke with the
Principal and Counselor.  I thought about walking through the halls of
Monroe, naked, and felt sick.  People would laugh at me, or point, or tell
me how ugly I was.  Or I'd get touched and felt up, or even worse, and I
wasn't sure which set of dilemmas I was more worried about.

   This Sam guy seemed to be handling things a lot better than me.  He was
being sarcastic and cracking jokes, which I thought was absurd and kind of
funny at the same time.  How could he be taking something like this so
easy?

   I took a glance at him just as he looked over at me.  Wow.  He had
really, well, dreamy eyes.  This strange kind of gray color with blue and
green sorta swirled in.  Really unique, strange eyes.  They were very
light, almost silver-ish.  Warm and energetic eyes.

   His face was handsome I thought.  He had a large nose (I've always had a
weird thing for guys with big noses.  They attract me a lot.) that fit his
face well and wasn't out of proportion even though it was larger than
normal.  He had a strong, solid jaw and angular cheeks dropping from
defined and wide-ish cheekbones.  He had a long face, but with the set of
his features and the angles of his jaw and cheeks, he was quite handsome.

   A thick head of shaggy hair complimented his face, rich curly hair that
glinted a coppery color.  He had sideburns, long sideburns that swept down
the sides of his face to his jaw and framed it nicely.  They weren't thick
bushy Elvis sideburns, just neat and handsome ones that looked natural and
complimented his features.  I have odd tastes, I know, but sideburns were
another of my little turn-on's.  This guy was definitely my type, at least
facial and look wise.  I was having fun just looking at him.  A light
sprinkle of blond and copper stubble was just barely noticeable on his
chin, practically invisible unless the light hit it just right, and I
thought that was cute too.

   I realized we were both still looking at each other and willed myself
not to blush.  He had a strange look in those beautiful eyes as he
considered me, probably thinking how unattractive I was.  I gave him a
questioning look.

   He turned away and Principal Markinson and Counselor Taylor continued to
lecture and question us.  I was listening, but it was all something of a
blur, all weirdly flowing together in one lump.  I knew it all, had heard
it from classmates and teachers for the past three quarters.  They tried to
make us aware of the Program and prepare us for it.  Only I wasn't supposed
to be in the Program.  Theresa had always teased me that it would catch me
eventually.  I almost wondered if this was somehow her doing.

   Then they told us to undress and I began to shake again.  I tried to
calm down.  I knew I had to do this, if I hadn't been put on the
non-participants list then until I could get a letter from my Dad or
something I would have to accept this and play along.  But at that moment I
couldn't even really move, more-less start removing clothing.

   Then I glanced over and saw Sam tugging his shirt off, and I felt like I
was going to faint for sure.  He would be naked in a few minutes I knew.  I
hadn't seen a naked male since Edd was two and I had to give him a bath,
and that hardly counted.

   I couldn't help it.  As mortified and embarrassed as I was, I watched.
It occurred to me as kind of an afterthought how short he was.  I'm 5'6"
and he was probably a good two inches shorter than me.  I didn't really
mind, I've never thought anything of height.  In fact, I thought it kinda
made him seem even cuter...

   Then his shirt slipped off.  And my thoughts shifted from cute to
something more along the lines of...yummy.

   Sam wasn't a muscle head.  He wasn't huge and muscular or all swollen,
but that was a good thing really, because muscle bound jocks and body
builders tend to strike me as stupid, and honestly a bit scary.

   But his torso was pleasing to my eyes.  His arms were thicker than I'd
first noticed and muscled without being gigantic, and he had a strong, hard
looking chest.  I stared at him and realized that he had very broad
shoulders given his lack of height.  His stomach was pretty flat, but
didn't have developed abs and wasn't like a washboard.  It was kind of
weird, it was thick and seemed to be solid and heavy, but not fat.  It was
tight even though it was big, and there was something more I couldn't put
my finger on.  I can't really explain it.  He looked like he was in pretty
good shape, not super fit but kind of athletic.  I didn't think he was a
jock or sports type, and I knew he was pretty smart to be in the advanced
classes I took.  I wonder what he did to keep in shape?

   I snapped back into the present as a zipper went down.  I stared at Sam
and did some more shaking.  I was scared, as if you couldn't tell.  This
would be my first time being so close to a naked boy.  I had stayed as far
from the male Program participants as possible so far.  But I was anxious
too, and excited...I thought I should feel ashamed about that, my
upbringing certainly said I should be, but somehow I wasn't.  Part of me
very much wanted to see what would be revealed to me in a moment.

   And there it was.  Sam had strong looking legs, big, firm legs with
muscle just under his pale skin.  A light cover of curly pubic hair was at
his crotch, a strange but nice looking blend of red, blonde, and copper
colors that made a pretty, random pattern.

   Then his penis...his...his dick.  It wasn't hard, I knew that much at
least.  I knew it wasn't going to be big like that.  I thought it
looked...kind of nice though.  It had a big round head and his balls were a
nice size and round.  It began to grow before my eyes.  I swallowed heavily
and glanced up.  And saw him looking down at me.  Oh God.  He was watching
me watching him.  Watching me watch his dick!  I thought I'd die of
mortified embarrassment right there on the spot.  But my eyes slowly slid
down to gaze upon it again.  It was growing more and more, and it was
getting big.  I mean, I've heard that some guys can get like impossibly
big, and he wasn't that big, but he was still really large.  I'm a fairly
good judge of size and scale, and I figured it was probably seven or eight
inches at least.  It was really thick too...it was swollen and fat and the
head was even bigger than the shaft.  It looked even larger on him since he
wasn't a very tall or big guy.  Part of me was scared.  Part of me was
curious.  Part of me was incredibly aroused.  And part of me was impressed.



   I realized that I was staring, and that he realized I was staring, and
blushed bright red and looked away.

   Principal Markinson cleared his throat loudly.  "You'll have to undress
as well Ms.  Mathews."

   I sighed shakily and stood, almost afraid I would topple over.  I
reached up and began to pull my shirt free.

   Sam

   Shit shit shit!  She was looking at me!  At my cock!  Why oh why did she
have to look so low?  Had I not noticed that I could have kept my damn dick
down, at least for a few more minutes!  But as soon as I saw her looking,
it's like he realized she was looking, and he decided to look right back at
her.  Damn independent bastard.

   I tried to breath and calm down and keep myself from totally freaking
out.  My cock was throbbing and hard as a rock from having this incredibly
gorgeous girl looking straight at it.  I was so fucking embarrassed, she
must have thought I was a total asshole or something.

   I stepped away and tried to convince myself I wasn't going to become
psychotic this week.  I'm an outgoing and pretty adventurous guy, but even
I was getting freaked at this whole being naked thing.  I sat down in one
of the chairs and started to put on my socks and shoes-the only article of
clothing we were allowed to wear- when I saw the cute little Old Navy shirt
hit the floor.

   I looked up and my cock got about twice as hard as it had been before.
Jenna was standing there, blushing, working to undo the hooks on her bra.
She was stunning, absolutely stunning...I hadn't noticed she had such a
figure, and the loose fitting cloths she wore probably did something to
hide it a bit.  She had a real hourglass figure.  Not one of the rail thin,
board straight, ribs sticking out girls you see these days.  She had
curves, and a LOT of them.  A perfect hourglass figure, a big, generous
bust and curving, rounded hips that for some reason reminded me of what my
sex-ed.  Teacher Ms.  Deben referred to as 'child bearing hips'.  Something
about wide and round hips making it a lot easier for women to properly bear
children.  Some girls looked funny or unattractive with big hips, like they
were out of place, but they totally worked for Jenna.

   Her stomach and waist was narrowed from bust to hip, not really
drastically so, but she was tinier there.  Her stomach was small, ever so
slightly rounded and soft looking.  I thought it looked wonderful, she
didn't look like she had any fat, she was slender and smooth, but the
little bit of roundness looked soft and yielding and feminine.

   Her bra fell off and I about thought I was going to have to be cleaning
a mess up in Principal Markinson's office.  Did I mention I'm a breast-man?
Yeah, I'm totally a breast-man.  Even though I still held my V-card, I knew
cup sizes.  And, forgive my perversion, but I was looking at a pair of
beauties that would probably cause a DD to snap open from the strain.

   I was totally staring and at least in that first moment, my
sensibilities had fled and I didn't care.  I watched in a kind of trance as
they bounced free-did I ever mention that bouncing breasts are the best
kind of breasts?-and I was in heaven.  I could tell they were natural; they
were firm and pretty perky for their size, but they still had a bit of sag
and give, just enough so that I could tell they were natural, and they
looked heavy and fleshy.  She had really large areola's, nearly the size of
the bottom of a Lysol can.  They shrunk and crinkled a bit, probably from
the cold air and suddenly being uncovered and all, and her nipples grew. 
And grew.  And grew.  And didn't stop till they were almost an inch long
and as thick as my thumb.  I couldn't help but think just how well I could
probably wrap my lips around them, and told myself I was being stupid and
perverted.  But I was thinking it anyway.  Her boobs were round and plump,
and pretty much everything I've ever wanted out of a pair of breasts.

   Then she was sliding her pants down, along with her panties-which I was
surprised to find were sheer and almost see-through, and a bikini cut.

   Holy Jesus!  She was bare!  Like completely bare!  And she looked as
smooth as she must have been the day she was born too!  Looking at her when
I'd first come in, and the memories I had of her in class, I never would
have thought her the type to groom so heavily.  But there she was in all
her glory, nestle between smooth thighs that were slightly thick and meaty
but didn't look like they had an ounce of fat on them.  They weren't
muscular or anything either, just firm and solid and sensual looking, a
woman's thighs.  Her pussy was amazing...plump and soft looking, like it
would yield to the slightest touch, and very, very pale.  It didn't have a
single hair on it, and I couldn't see any hair bumps or stubble or
anything. She must have waxed or something, because I knew that shaving
didn't get things that perfect and spotless, like she'd never had hair at
all!  Her lips looked fat and juicy, and I didn't think she wasn't even
aroused yet.  How thick and full would they get once she was, I wondered?
Gooseflesh suddenly rose all over her bald little mound, and I figured she
must be getting pretty cold.  I was cold too, and I probably would've been
having some really bad shrinkage if it hadn't been for how turned on I was
by the sight of her amazing body.

   She looked up and saw me staring and I quickly looked away as I finished
tying my shoes and stood up.  The first bell began to ring and my eyes
darted to the clock.  Holy shit.  Had all this seriously gone down before
the first bell?  It had only been ten minutes away when I'd arrived in
here.

   "Very good," Counselor Taylor said, nodding satisfactorily as she put a
lid over the boxes containing our clothes and placed the on the Principal's
Desk.

   "At the end of the school day you may retrieve your clothing at the
front of the school.  This is where you will undress for the next four days
at the beginning of school.  I shouldn't need to remind you that
after-school or school-related activities must also be done in the nude."

   I nodded, feeling like I'd finally regained my head some and like time
was moving again.  But it could very well creep to a halt just as well the
next time I looked at Jenna's knockout body, so I did my best not to glance
her way.

   "Remember that reasonable requests do not include sexual molestation or
rape, and any such incidents should be reported immediately," Councelor
Taylor advised.  "As you both know, rape or molestation in the Program is
dealt with prosecution for those crimes to the full extend of the law, and
punishment can in fact be increased due to perpetrators taking advantage of
the nature of the Program.  Punishment can be more severe, and The Program
brings its own additional charges to bear on top of the molestation or rape
charges.  What I'm saying is, because of those factors, such unpleasant
incidents are limited.  But should they in the unlikely event happen,
report them immediately."

   I nodded again, starting to get bored with all the lectures and rule
talk.  Then I remembered that as soon as they were over I'd be stepping my
bare ass out into halls filled with my fellow teenagers, and I figured I
could stand a lot more talking.  But as it happened, no such luck.

   "Alright then, off you go before you miss your classes," Principal
Markinson said.  "If you have any problems, please come see myself or
Counselor Taylor, or any faculty member for that matter.  Have a pleasant
experience."

   I took a deep breath and glanced over at Jenna, who was standing there
looking at the floor and squirming uncomfortably.  I consciously kept my
eyes above her shoulders so that I wouldn't get an even worse case of wood.
All this really accomplished was allowing me to admire her beautiful face
and her thick, dark brunet hair.  Argh, I'm never going to get through this
week.

   "We'd better get going," I said to her, trying to sound calm and
encouraging.  She glanced up at me and I did my best to give her a
reassuring smile.

   "I don't know if I can do this," she squeaked in a timid and shaky
voice. I sighed softly and nodded, my smile relaxing into something closer
to my usual ironic smirk.

   "I hear ya, but we don't have a choice do we?  If we try to hide in here
we'll get in trouble."

   "Listen," I said, stepping closer but careful not to get in her space.
"We'll go through this together, yeah?  I mean, this isn't exactly a
familiar experience for me either.  Nudism isn't one of my hobbies."

   She smiled a bit at that, but it was awkward and strained.  Still, she
took a deep breath and nodded after a moment.  She was trying her best to
push on, I could tell.  I thought she was really brave for that.

   "Let's just get this over with so we can move on with life and pretend
this whole thing was just my usual Monday nightmare, ok?"

   She smiled at that, and it seemed more genuine this time.  She looked at
me and I was glad, because then I could look her in the eye, and that made
it easier not to look...elsewhere.

   "Mine are usually on Sunday," she remarked.  I grinned.  Good, she had a
sense of humor.  What's more, she had a sense of humor that included my
insane ass remarks.

   "That's funny, my Sunday dreams always feature working as an indentured
servant to a house of rich lizard transvestites with masochistic
tendencies..."

   Counselor Taylor and Principal Markinson cleared their throats at the
same time.  I slung my book bag over my shoulder and took another deep
breath, before nodding to Jenna and leading her out into the busy halls of
Monroe High.

   We hadn't gone two steps before the stares and commotion started.  All
eyes were on us, following us as the student's began to talk.  Girls
whispered and tittered and giggled and blushed as they stared at me.  The
guy's talked and muttered in little groups while they looked at Jenna, all
smiles and an occasional burst of laughter.  As soon as we were out of the
office Jenna immediately snatched my hand into a desperate vice grip.  I
gave her hand a gentle squeeze, trying to reassure her.  I could feel her
shaking through her hand.

   "Hey naked people!" Someone I didn't recognize yelled, and several teens
started laughing.  I smirked and started walking toward my first class,
Intro Psychology.  Luckily Jenna and I shared this class, so we walked
together.

   I was dreading people going for some 'reasonable requests', but we were
blessed, being kind of late coming out of Principal Markinson's office. 
Most of the people were already breaking up and more concerned with getting
to class than checking us out further.  That would only last so long, I
knew, but I pretended I didn't know and that made it all better.  Really.
Ok maybe not.

   No one messed with me, but I noticed a few guys patting and lightly
squeezing on Jenna's ass.  She tensed and her eyes widened.  Her hand
gripped even tighter and I wondered if I would lose circulation any time
soon.  But after a brief pause she continued walking along beside me again.
Technically, they didn't even request this.  But in the time that the
Program has been around, it's a general rule of thumb, at least at Monroe,
that a light and brief touch is hardly harmful, and so is automatically
reasonable.  I'm not sure if I agree or not, but what can you do?

   So we walked into Psychology and a lot of students started gawking at
the two naked people.  Mr.  Gouski nodded to us and motioned for both of us
to come to the front desk.

   "As I'm sure everyone's noticed, we have two Program entries with us
today.  If you haven't noticed, please get your eyes checked."

   The class chuckled.  Mr.  Gouski was weird and a tad eccentric, a bald
little part Latino, part Caucasian man who was curt and forward, but nice
enough when you got to know him.  Plus he was pretty damn funny.  If you
could stand bad jokes.

   "Now then," he said, raising a hand to shush the gossiping teenagers. 
"Normally most teachers take the opportunity of having Program students in
their class to help them with a demonstration or act as a teaching aid. 
But, believe it or not, this is my first time having Program students in my
class.  So..." he sighed and shook his head, and started speaking faster,
which was Mr.  Gouski's general way of speeding along any mention than he'd
fucked something up.  "I haven't come up with an activity that involves
their situation yet, so for today at least there won't be any.  So business
as usual and tomorrow I'll put them up to something.  Maybe."

   Someone in the class booed and the class broke up again.  Mr.  Gouski
rolled his eyes.

   "Aw come on Mr.  Gouski," I said in a false, pouty whine.  "Now I don't
feel special."

   "Your special all right," one of the girls in the front row commented,
and she actually didn't sound sarcastic.  I glanced over at her.  She was
staring at my dick and raising her eyebrows suggestively.  I turned a shade
roughly equivalent to a freaking apple and the class laughed.

   "Nah," I said, trying to disarm my embarrassment despite my total and
sincere surprise that I was actually being complimented.  "I'm only special
on Saturdays."

   "Can I come over on Saturday?" a girl in the back added.  The class
started laughing and hooting again and I thought I'd about pass out. 
Insults I can handle.  Insults I can work with to form my own insults.  But
compliments?  Me?  Who knew?

   "Settle," Mr.  Gouski warned.  He turned his attention to Jenna and I as
we sat down at our desks.

   "I'm required to ask if you'd like relief," he said.  I glanced at
Jenna. I highly doubted she'd ever do such a thing.  Sure enough, she
blushed a bright red and shook her head.

   "And you Mr.  Peterson?"

   "I'm cool," I replied.

   Mr.  Gouski nodded and started up his lecture on the effects that a
pregnant woman's mood and stress levels, along with the type of music she
listens to can combine to make some interesting psychological developments
in a fetus.

   Jenna

   Holy shit, the chair of the desk was freezing!  I started to shiver and
my nipples got hard from the chill.  Having high beams on is bad enough,
but high beams without clothes?  I was so red with embarrassment.  Mr. 
Gouski rambled on into his lecture, adding in a bit of dry sarcasm here and
there.  I couldn't decide if he did that in an attempt to keep students
entertained or if he was just that crazy.  But I liked Mr.  Gouski either
way.

   I scribbled notes down in my binder every few minutes, but I didn't need
them that much.  I tend to take information in and keep it in my head.  I
used this to be a little lazy sometimes.  But hey, why study if I already
know the material?

   I glanced over at Sam no matter how hard I tried not to.  It was like my
eyes were drawn to him, and I kept looking over his naked body.  My gaze
crept down to his dick every once in awhile.  He wasn't hard, not all the
way at least, but I still thought it looked really nice...

   What had gotten into me?  I never really contemplated boys that much
before...hard to believe, I know, and let's be honest, most girls my age
have had rather intimate experiences with boys, on top of having plenty
intimate thoughts about them.  But I very seldom had those thoughts.  I
wasn't a lesbian or anything like that, but I just never really got into my
full sexuality for some reason.

   Which isn't to say I didn't know or crave the pleasures of the flesh.  I
admit it.  I've been masturbating since I was twelve.  Regularly.  But I
just never manifested a full raging interest all the time.  I just never
got hooked on boys I guess.

   Until now.  I think I'm starting to get very interested now.  And the
fact I couldn't keep my eyes off of Sam only compacted that notion.  Maybe
it was just the fact that I've had a growing and growing sex drive for
years now, and it's been boarded and nailed down for the whole time, and
I've never even seen guys naked before, barely even without a shirt.  And
now I was sitting just four feet from one and all that pent up frustration
and want and curiosity has just completely blown up.  But either way, I was
definitely curious and aware of things now.

   Was I over being shy?  Did I want to be touched and felt and experience
all the things that the Program had to offer?  No, I was definitely not
over being shy.  And the rest...I don't know...I don't think so...maybe.  I
just couldn't tell anymore.  An hour ago had someone asked me that
question, I would have made a face and told them to get lost.  But now I
wasn't so sure, and things seemed totally out of my control, and I felt
lost and little and more than a bit curious.

   I snapped back into reality as the bell rang.  I put away my notes
(which I had stopped taking over ten minutes ago) and grabbed my bookbag.

   "Read pages 305 thru 314 and answer the journal entry questions at the
end," Mr.  Gouski instructed as the class chattered and stirred in the
process of making their way out.  "Be scientific with your answers, please,
for the love of god!"

   I stood and put my bookbag on and turned to leave the classroom.

   "And tomorrow I'm going to think up some way for you two to help out in
class!" Mr.  Gouski exclaimed with a bad attempt at a stern face.

   "Just don't try to get into my ID.  Now there would be a problem," Sam
said.  He stopped and looked about with feigned paranoia.  "I mean..." He
laughed nervously, grinning widely at the end.  I couldn't help but giggle.
He was absurd, but he was charming, even if somewhat weird.

   "Off with you two now, I can't be making evil plans with you two right
in front of me," Mr.  Gouski scolded.  Sam and I took the hint and allowed
ourselves to be shooed out of the classroom.

   I wanted to go back into Mr.  Gouski's classroom as soon as we stepped
out the door.  I had been relieved when no requests had been made this
morning after exiting Principal Markinson's office.  No such luck this
time.

   Guys were crowded all around, and even a girl looked on too.  I don't
know if she were curious, or a lesbian, or she simply wanted to make fun of
me or what, but she was there, clearly looking at me.

   "W-why don't you pose for us a bit?" One of the guys asked.  I looked at
him.  He looked youngish, a freshmen by his age and his shy demeanor, at
least that's what I guessed.  I stood there blushing and unmoving and
looking between the faces all around me and the floor.

   "That is a reasonable request," one of the other guys remarked, and most
of the faces nodded.  I took a deep breath.  What could I do?  I had a
right to deny unreasonable requests, but posing was hardly harmful to me or
anyone else, and was innocent enough.  There was no way I could say no. 
How was I going to pose?  I'm not exactly an exotic dancer for Christ's
sake, I didn't really have a clue what I was doing.  But I decided I would
try anyway.  I figured I could just put my hands up behind my head and
thrust my shoulders back and my breasts up.  Most of their eyes were
clearly glued to my bosom anyway.

   "NOOOOOOOO!"

   Oh God.  I'd know that frantic bellow anywhere.  And sure enough, Derik
came running hysterically down the hall and dove through the ring of
observers.  He threw a huge towel(don't ask me where he got it from, Derik
is strange) up in front of my body, shielding it from the eyes of the guys
around me.

   "Hey, you can't do that," one of them said.  "It's against the Program
rules to cover a participants body up intentionally."

   "Shut up, I don't care!" Derik growled.  I smiled despite the awkward
and tense situation.  Derik was a very sweet and nice guy, if a bit off. 
He was easy for me to get along with because, well, he was weird like me,
and he seemed to pretty much adore me.  He was always trying to protect me
and take care of me and keep other 'mean' people away from me.  He's also
almost entirely delusional.  He's about average height for a guy, skinny,
and pale.  Not like me pale.  Like Albino pale.  He was about the whitest
white boy you could ever find, a fact that was only augmented by the fact
he wore all black.  Black jeans, black t-shirt, and when the faculty wasn't
around to tell him to remove it, a foppish black hat.  He wore glasses and
was rail thin, which made him look really lanky and long even though he was
only about 5'10".  Derik...what else could I say about him?  He was sweet,
he was weird, he was paranoid, he was funny, he tended to blow situations
out of proportion, and he was way overprotective.

   And I was kind of worried those last two might get him into trouble some
day.

   "Derik," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder.  He looked over at me,
then turned beat red at the sight of my nakedness.  How was it possible for
someone so paper white to flush that deeply?  He tried to keep his eyes up
at my face, but I caught him taking a brief look down at me.  I blushed but
didn't worry about it.  Derik is totally harmless, and a chicken besides.
And he was my friend.

   "I heard you got picked, but I couldn't believe it!" He said with his
eyebrows up in his hairline.

   "Come on buddy, you're blocking the view," someone I couldn't see
protested.  Derik turned his head and glared icily at the crowd.

   "Back off assholes," he said fiercely.

   "Derik," I said, shaking his shoulder gently.  "You can't do this. 
You're going to get in trouble."

   "I don't care!" he shouted.  "The Program is stupid!  You shouldn't have
to let people look at you like this!  I won't let it happen!"

   I smiled softly at him and give his arm a little squeeze.  "Thanks for
being so sweet Derik," I said.  I took a deep breath and put my hand on the
towel, pushing it away.  "But you know the rules, I have to do this unless
I can get my Dad to sign a release form or something.  I don't even know if
I can back out of the program now.  But that doesn't matter.  What matters
is I'm stuck in it for now, and till I'm not, even though I don't like it
I'm going to follow the rules.  Which means you can't hide me.  And it
means that all these people are allowed to watch me.  Otherwise I get in
trouble."

   "It's stupid," he muttered, but didn't argue any further.  He gave his
little unhappy pout face, which was funny as hell.  I know that sounds
mean.

   "No one's hurt you or anything like that have they?" He asked.  I shook
my head and smiled at him.  "Everyone's been very nice so far.  Don't worry
so much about me.  Look, we're going to be late for our classes.  We'll
talk about it more at lunch, ok?"

   He nodded and sighed.  "Alright.  But if anyone does something bad to
you I'm going to kick their ass!"

   I laughed softly and nodded.  I doubted Derik could hurt much more than
himself, but I humored him anyway.

   I turned and looked into the crowd of guys.  "I have to go or I'm going
to be late for my classes," I said.  Their faces fell and a few of them
'aww'ed.  I giggled softly despite myself.  It was kind of cute how eager
and excited they were, even though I really didn't see why they would get
excited over...well, me.

   "If you guys stop me early after my next class I'll pose, promise," I
said.  "But only if you don't ask too late," I stipulated, because I felt I
should do something, anything to make it sound less easy.  I don't know
why. Somehow it seemed less...  cheap?

   I nodded to Derik, who had a sour face and still refused to look below
my forehead region just to be safe.  I waved and turned to find Sam.  We
shared our next class too, Anatomy.

   I almost choked when I saw him.  A small crowd, not nearly as large as
the one I had drawn, but a handful still, had gathered around him, all
girls.  One of them was giggling and smiling shyly at him as she ran her
hand up and down the length of his dick, which was hard as a rock and
quivering slightly every time she gave it a squeeze.

   "Ow, not so hard, it'll pop off if you're not light with those
squeezes," he complained, which made her squeeze it a bit harder.  He
rolled his eyes and the girls giggled.

   "Maybe she wants it to pop!" one of the girls suggested, and the girl
blushed fiercely and pulled her hand away to the laughter of her friends.

   Sam sighed and shook his head.  I could tell he was a bit uncomfortable,
but he was trying to make light of it all.  "Do I get to stop being a
personal education display and go to class now?"

   The girls tittered and one of them reached out to get a final squeeze on
the head of his cock.  A few drops of some kind of clear liquid-precum, I'm
sure-clung to her fingers, and she promptly licked them clean as she and
her friends ran away, still giggling and laughing and talking excitedly
about what had just happened.

   Sam was still shaking his head as I walked to him.

   "Are you alright?" I asked softly.  He jumped slightly and then grinned
as he realized who I was.

   "Yeah.  I'm starting to see why women claim that being a 'piece of meat'
is no fun.  How about you?  Who was the knight in shining armor with the
handy towel?"

   I laughed and smiled at that, and we started walking toward our
classroom.

   "Derik West.  He's one of my only friends here, and he's completely
crazy."

   "Crazy is good," Sam chuckled.  "And crazy lands you free towels in
school, apparently."

   "Could be useful," I smiled.  "It means he doesn't have to deal with
cold seats like us."

   "No shit," Sam laughed.  "We need to steal it from him next time we see
him.  Forget the being naked in front of others and getting felt up, if
they do away with cold desks I'll be all about the Program."

   I almost agreed with that.  Almost.

   We reached our class and stepped inside.  Once more we were summoned to
the front of the class.  Ms.  Celvin taught Anatomy, and she was the object
of quite a few of her students affection.  She was tall and had thick,
lustrous blonde hair and a pretty face.  She always wore very proper and
formal women's business suits and skirts, but you could tell by the way her
blouse flared out at the top and dropped at the bottom that she had a nice
bust and a trim waist.  None of this really mattered to me, I was just glad
she was a nice person and a good teacher.  She was pleasant, if sometimes
stiff.  She seemed stuck between trying to be a fun and enjoyable teacher
and adhering to rules and formality.

   "Needing some relief?" She laughed as Sam and I came forward.  I started
to say no, then noticed the enormous erection left over from being fondled
that Sam sported, and realized it wasn't being asked of me.

   Sam glanced down at his crotch as if seeing it for the first time, and
grinned sheepishly.  "You'd think, wouldn't you?" He said.  The class
laughed and murmured to each other.

   "But no," he finished, which surprised me.  Looking at how swollen and
throbbing his cock was, I thought he would have gone for it.

   "And you young lady?" Ms.  Celvin asked.  I shook my head quickly.  I
glanced at my seat, just wanting to be out of the spotlight.  Ms.  Celvin
had other idea's though.

   "Alright class, eyes up front." She walked behind her desk and grabbed
two stools, and pulled them around to the front.  She motioned for us to
sit in them.  We complied, and I balanced on the cold surface of the seat,
feeling more than a little nervous.  On top of everything else, I was the
type of person to be just clumsy enough to fall off one of these stools and
onto my ass.  And I was just unlucky enough for it to happen in front of
the whole class on the one week I was naked.

   "As you all know, we're working on the Brain at this point in the class.
Today we were going to cover the functions of the frontal and occipital
lobes."

   "That's the one in the back right?" One of the students called.  The
class tittered at that.  Ms.  Celvin rolled her eyes and nodded.

   "Yes, the Occipital Lobe is located in the back Brandin.  But that's
beside the point.  What I was trying to say," she said firmly, and Brandin
grinned sheepishly and hunkered down in his seat a bit.

   "Is that today we will skip around the subject of the Brain.  I've
decided that since we have such fine specimens," and upon saying that, Ms.
Celvin motioned to us, and I felt my face drain of what little coloring I
usually had.  "We will cover the sexual and reproductive systems this
week."

   Several of the guys in the class pumped their fists in the air and
cheered.  Most of the girls giggled, though a few of them rolled their eyes
and crossed their arms in resigned annoyance.

   "Settle," Ms.  Celvin warned.  "Now then, if we can not be mature and
adult about this lesson, then we'll wait to have it when we have to look at
thirty year old diagrams of the reproductive system."

   The class took the hint and quieted down, and she nodded, looking
pleased at the quick response.  "We're going to have some fun with this
lesson, some humor is appropriate I would think, but those trouble makers
in here-and you know who you are-should do their absolute best to behave
themselves or else they'll ruin this experience for the rest of the class,
and I won't hold them back at the end of the day."

   The class laughed at that, and Ms.  Celvin cracked a smile before
turning to face us.

   "Don't worry you two, we'll make sure this is a painless and educational
expirience."

   I nodded, but still felt nervous and awkward, and not a bit more
confident for her words.

   "Everyone get out your books and turn to chapter nine on page 211.  You
will take notes on this, and there will be a test," she instructed firmly.
"Treat this just like any other portion of the class, because you will be
graded as such."

   "Just like any other portion of the class with naked people," Sam
muttered.  I bit down on my lip to keep from laughing.  Ms.  Celvin turned
to us and gave us an encouraging smile.

   "We'll only have time today for one of you.  Who'll go up on bat?" She
asked.  I glanced over at Sam.  He squirmed uncomfortably and shook his
head, then looked at me, and our eyes met.  He smiled then, a soft, kind
smile that made me feel warm, and weirdly enough, safe.  He turned to Ms.
Celvin and nodded, smirking that same smirk he seemed to always have on.

   "Alright, I'll be the guinea pig today.  But no dissecting!"

   "I'm aware you are not a frog, Mr.  Peterson," Ms.  Celvin chuckled.

   "It never hurts to be sure," was all he said.

   "Alright class, we will now examine the external male genitalia.  We
will cover the internal reproductive organs using the diagrams in the book
later this week.  For now, just pay attention and write all this down"

   I heard her tell Sam to 'try and relax' from where I sat beside him.  He
took a deep breath.  Though he still looked a bit tense and uncomfortable,
her certainly did seem much more relaxed than I would have been in his
place.

   "We're going to try and keep this relatively brief for Mr.  Peterson's
sake," Ms.  Celvin said, then gingerly lifted Sam's cock and began her
lecture.

   "First, there are the Corpora Cavernosa, lying here..." she said,
pointing to the topside of the shaft, "...and centered below is the Corpus
Spongiosum.  The Spongiosum surrounds the Urethra, which you should all
know by now, is from which men and women urinate."

   Two jocks in class snickered and Ms.  Celvin sent them a brief glare
before continuing.

   "These groups, called chambers, contain hollow, semi-elastic membrane
which swell and fill with blood to produce an erection.  Only about half of
the actual penis is external.  The rest is inside the body, rooted to the
pelvic bone to provide stability and an anchor for erections.  I'm sure
most of you are aware of this, but there is no bone or cartilage in the
penis, so you should all stop using the term 'boner' when this period is
over."

   That got a laugh.  Sam's laugh was a bit on the strained side.  Poor
guy.

   "This," she said as her fingers lightly contacted the head of Sam's
cock, "Is the Glans Penis.  The Glans have many nerve endings, resulting in
its sensitivity.  In reality the shaft has more nerve endings than the
Glans, but they are spread out across the entire shaft.  Since the Glans
has less area to cover, the nerve endings form closer clusters, and make it
more sensitive to stimulation."

   I nodded, honestly somewhat fascinated.  I'd had sex-ed, but my teacher
was crappy, and we didn't get nearly so in-depth as to the anatomy of
everything down there.  And of course I hadn't seen a real guy's piece
right in front of me then either.  I scribbled down notes as Ms.  Celvin
lifted Sam's cock and showed the underside, indicating the spot on the
underside where the head met the shaft.

   "This is the Frenum, and for most men it is by far the most sensitive
spot of the sex organ."

   Almost like she planned it, Ms.  Celvin's finger accidentally brushed
across that spot.  Sam twitched and looked like he was trying very hard not
to squirm.  If Ms.  Celvin was aware of the accident at all, she didn't
show it.

   "Here," she continued, "We find the Corona," and she circled her fingers
along the swollen, pronounced rim around the bottom of the head.

   "Corona!" Someone shouted gleefully from the back.

   "Not the beer," Ms.  Celvin clarified.  The class tittered for several
moments before she made them settle.  "The Corona is typically the second
most sensitive part of the male anatomy.  Now as you can all see, Mr. 
Peterson has been circumsized.  If he were not, a fold of skin called the
Foreskin would come up around the Glans Penis.

   "Here is the Scrotum," Ms.  Celvin lectured, lifting Sam's cock again to
indicate his sac.  She very lightly gripped the skin between her fingers
and pulled it slightly to show its flexability.  Sam went rigid as a board
and bit down on his lip.  At first I thought he was in pain, or perhaps
pleasure.  Then I saw the way his body was shaking and he strained hard to
keep his mouth shut and realized that he was putting up a struggle not to
start laughing.  His balls were ticklish?  Was that normal?

   "The Scrotum houses the testicles," Ms.  Celvin continued.  Someone in
the back shouted, "Balls!" I was pretty sure it was the same group of dumb
jocks.

   "Alright, who said that?" She demanded, standing up straight and
whipping her glare across the classroom.  Her fingers neglected to release
Sam's balls and Sam came out of his seat so fast he nearly fell over.

   "Release!  Release!" Sam shrieked melodramatically.  He was trying to
get a laugh and ease the awkward situation, but I could see a bit of honest
panic in his eyes too.  I can't blame him.  The teacher nearly ripped away
his chances for having children.  Literally.

   "Oh!  I'm sorry Sam, so sorry!" She apologized.  He laughed nervously
and shook his head as he smiled.

   "It's ok, I just need those," he joked.  Ms.  Celvin turned to continue
the lecture, but the bell chose that convenient moment to ring.  She nodded
and thanked Sam as the class started to gather their things.

   "Tomorrow we will cover the female genitalia.  Remember to go over these
notes, and compare them against the book reading!"

   The female genitalia.  Oh god.  That was me.

   I was still blushing and couldn't quite bring myself to look Sam in the
eye as we walked into the hallway.

   I guess I must have been pretty quiet, because after a few minutes he
asked, "You ok?"

   Was I ok?  No I was not ok.  I was confused, I was cold, I was naked,
and after staring at Sam's hard cock for the past class period I was
getting horny.  I didn't think I could look at him without dying of shame.
What was wrong with me?  It wasn't like me to get all worked up like this,
especially over just seeing someone.  I was smarter than that.  More
practical and level headed.

   But I just nodded and tried to smile, which he didn't take as convincing
if the look on his face told me anything.

   "What's your next class?" he asked.  I told him it was home economics.
His was gym.

   "Are you a good cook?" He asked.  I shrugged.

   "I'm ok.  I bake really well and can handle simple home-made stuff."

   He grinned suddenly and had a glimmer in his eyes that struck me as
devilish.  "If I can get you through this week, bake me some cookies."

   I had to laugh at that.  "I'll make you cookies if you can get me
through this day."

   "Deal!" He exclaimed, and rubbed his hands together briskly.

   "You're strange," I told him, smiling so he would know I was just
teasing.

   "I'm naked, it's different," he said, waggling his eyebrows at me.  I
laughed again.

   "Meet me at lunch?" He said suddenly.

   "Sure," I replied.  He nodded and gave me an encouraging smile.

   "Hang in there.  Home Ec.  shouldn't be so bad, it's mostly girls right?
Plus you get an apron!  And those cool fuzzy oven gloves."

   "Mits," I corrected with a smile.  And I realized how glad I was to be
partnered with him.  He was very good at reassuring me and making me feel
better.

   "Whatever," he chuckled.  "Just don't get burned," he said with a wink.
I laughed and waved at him as he turned and headed to gym.

   I turned about and took a step forward to go to my own class, and
stopped short at the group of guys standing and staring at me.  My promise
came rushing back and I blushed brighter than ever.  The guys smiled.

   "Look at it spread," one of them said, and pointed at me.  I glanced
down, and sure enough the upper slopes and curve of my breasts were flushed
a bright pink.  I smiled shyly at them, feeling awkward and unsure again,
and very conscious of my body.

   "Will you still pose for us?" one of the boys asked.  I swallowed
heavily, and swallowed again.

   "Ok," I said, and almost cringed as my voice squeaked.

   So I smiled more and timidly began, shy yet as bold as I dared to be.

   I held my arms up, tangling my fingers in the hair piled on the back of
my head, my shoulders back and my back arching slightly.  My breasts jutted
forward and gave a little jiggle and sway as my body shifted.  I pushed my
ass out to accentuate the effect.  I felt as awkward and unattractive as
ever.  Smile, look confident and sexy.  My mind told me not to look unsure
or vulnerable.  They can smell fear.  Only I know that was ridiculous and
retarded.  But it's how I felt anyway.

   The boys seemed to like it, so I figured I wasn't doing too bad.  I held
the pose for another moment or two, letting them watch me and getting the
oddest little tingle of excitement.  Well I hadn't expected that part.  But
it was true.  I felt kind of guilty, and a bit ashamed, but even still, I
couldn't say that part of me didn't like this, wasn't intrigued by it.  It
was totally different from my world.  Was this what I had been repressing
myself from for so long?

   I reversed the position for my next pose.  I reached down with my arms
behind my back, lacing my fingers together and pushing downward, arching my
back and stretching.  I tightened my legs and stood on my tiptoes, making
my calves and thighs look very firm and tight and sculpted.  This pushed my
tits out a lot.  The guys grinned and smiled at that, and I could tell by
the way their eyes were locked on my twins that they were getting a lot of
recognition.

   I admit it, ok?  I've always thought I have exceptional breasts. 
They're nice and big, which I know guys love.  They're round, they're soft
and fleshy, while still holding onto relative perkiness and firmness for
their size.  Plus they're very, very sensitive, and I've always enjoyed the
kind of enjoyment they could provide...but that's beside the point.

   I held the position for a bit before turning and pressing my back
against one of the lockers and reclining against it, looking at the teens
gathered around me.  Pose and smile, pose and smile.

   "Spread your legs a bit," one of them said, surprising me at how bold he
was.  But he'd said it nicely, and wasn't being really demanding or
anything about it, so, blushing brightly, I slowly did just that.

   "Wow, look at that!" One of the guys exclaimed.

   I glanced down and to my horror I could see my own juices seeping from
my pussy and leaking down my thighs, shining softly.

   I'm...a juicy girl, ok?  When I get aroused, it shows.

   I shut my legs quickly and stood up, and was greeted with a generally
disappointed group of guys.

   "Class calls," I said with a cheery smile that did nothing to disguise
my embarrassment.  I gave them another smile before rushing off in a panic
to home ec.  Wondering what was happening to me and why I was getting
ragingly horny.



   END CH.1

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