Adam and Vivian Naked In School (teen, MF, ScFi, size) 

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               Adam and Vivian Naked In School
                        Opening Week
                         by caultron
                       Copyright 2004
                              
Tuesday


The room was almost in shadow. Drapes and shades darkened
the window and the door blocked all light from within the
house. But even so, a fraction of the dawn sunlight invaded
the darkness and wakened me.

An erection under such circumstances was familiar if not
expected. On this specific morning, however, something was
different. Slowly, gently, exquisitely slipping across the
tip of my cock was not my usual pajama bottoms, but only a
bed sheet. In fact, there was nothing between me and the bed
covers. Briefly, I was naked.

My balls were already tight against my crotch; that much was
certain. My cock was warm and throbbing. I closed my eyes
and felt a single drop of fluid slowly emerge and dampen the
sheet . A second drop slowly and exquisitely oozed down my
cock head. Just to feel the air I pushed the sheet away from
my shoulders and down to my waist. A breeze from the window
flowed across my chest.

My cock was throbbing now, mindlessly searching for release.
Lightly, lightly I touched the head, then the base. Then I
sensed the familiar tensing of the prostate, the pumping
deep within me, and the pulse of sticky fluid advancing
through my shaft.

The first jet was immense. My cock seemed relieved to be rid
of it. Then came another just as large, and another. My
hand, my cock, my thighs, and the sheets quickly became
slippery and musty with it. On and on the came the pulses,
the ejaculations, the viscous results. Eyes still closed, I
relaxed my upper body and sank into the linens. I thought of
naked breasts, naked abs, naked butts, naked pussies. Then
of two naked girls in particular.

                          * * * * *
                              
It had all started innocently enough over the Labor Day
weekend. I and my friends, Ben Dare and Dan Thatte, had
planned a trip to Dhrystone Lake, where Dan's family had a
cottage. It would have been great trip, too, except that Dan
wanted to bring his girlfriend, Teah Shurt, and Teah didn't
want to be the only girl. So I invited Nadia Blosser, a girl
who'd recently seemed interested in me. And just to even the
count, Nadia invited her cousin.

Her cousin, to my dismay, was Vivian Vivichelli, a girl I
truly hated. She was crude, she taunted me, and she never
wore a scrap of clothing. Nadia, at least, usually wore a
short skirt and nipple shields.

Things went downhill the moment Vivian appeared. First, she
hid my suitcase in Dan's garage, and I arrived at the lake
with only a single pair of shorts to wear. Then we went
boating and I lost my shorts in the lake. Then my new
injection factors kicked in and I became permanently erect.
And of course, it was the end of the tourist season and none
of the local stores had shorts, pants, or swimsuits in my
size. The end result, so to speak, was that I spent Friday
afternoon, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday doing something I
swore I'd never do. I went about as fully naked as Vivian.

I know, I know; it's completely legal and lots of people do
it. But then as now, many more people wore clothes than went
naked, and that was my preference as well.

Then, on Sunday morning, a storm arose and threatened to
carry away Dan's boat. I tried to save it, but a wave threw
me out or the boat and into open water! I probably would
have drowned if Vivian hadn't jumped into the turbulent
water and saved me.

The storm carried both of us across the lake, and we spent
Sunday afternoon and Monday morning stranded on a rocky,
secluded, government-preserve beach. Vivian and I were
having sex when the NewsChannel 17 helicopter discovered us,
and they broadcast the whole escapade statewide. They never
gave me any clothes, but they did tape a series of
interviews and features. By the time I got home, I was so
tired I'd fallen into bed without dressing. That's when one
of Ben's new girlfriends, Ginger, called and apologized for
the whole escapade getting out of control. Ginger also
admitted that she, Nadia, Vivian, and Teah were cousins and
co-conspirators.

                          * * * * *
                              
Maybe it was the thought of Vivian and Nadia, the main
perpetrators, or maybe I was finally spent. Either way, the
flow of semen finally abated. The erection, of course,
remained, and my balls were still pulled in tight. Even in
the early morning being physically but not mentally aroused
was disorienting.

The previous week, during a routine medical exam, I was too
embarrassed to tell the doctor I was spent several hours a
day erect. Instead, I told him it was just a few minutes a
day, and he'd adjusted my factors accordingly. Voila!
Permanent arousal.

So there I was: awake, erect, naked, cum-soaked, and
wondering what to do on the first day of school. After a
moment's reflection, I found a dry sheet corner, wiped my
midsection, and stood up. My cock, of course, extended
perfectly forward, straight, and huge. What's more, in the
next few weeks, it was due to get 50% larger! First everyone
told me everybody was doing it, and then the doctor talked
me into it. Can you say double whammy?

By sheer force of habit I checked my PDA for messages. There
were over 200! Methodically, I began filtering them.

Over half were from girls who'd seen me naked on television
the previous day and liked the way I looked. So what's a guy
to do? I stored them in a folder named Girls.

The next category was from advertisers. Most were from
people wanting to sell me and Vivian compasses, pocket
knives, boats, shovels, camping gear, satellite phones,
condoms, potency aids, herbal enlargement creams, and every
other kind of gear you can imagine. I discarded all of them.

A few advertisers wanted me and Vivian to do commercials and
other promotions. I stored these under Opportunities.

The one remaining item was a broadcast message from Ms.
Sprite, the girls' (and temporarily the boys') swim-team
coach.

"Hi, swimmers. This is Ms. Sprite," she began. "I just want
you to know that the new pool passed health inspection over
the weekend, and that it'll be open for workouts starting
Tuesday morning at seven o'clock. Workouts are voluntary at
this point, but I hope to see you all there. Athletic dress
code will be in force. Go, Bald Mountain!"

That was the message I was looking for! And it was already
six-thirty!

Still somewhat groggy, I reviewed my options for getting to
the bathroom with dignity. It was bad enough being sticky,
but in addition I was hard, really hard. I could feel the
pressure inside my cock, the engorged tissue, the inner
heat. Occasionally it twitched, occasionally it issued a
drop, and occasionally it seemed primed to issue more. And
jerking off again wouldn't make a damn bit of difference.

I could sneak down the hall naked, but someone might come. I
could wear a robe but my newly-permanent erection could pop
out at any moment. I could wrap a towel around myself,
except that I didn't have one. I could put on a swimsuit or
shorts, but I only had a few clean pairs. Vivian had hidden
the rest in Dan's garage just before we left for the lake.

The twins, Effie and Jeffie, solved my dilemma. Without a
care in the world they emerged from their room, strolled
naked down the hallway, and took over the bath. Moments
later I heard the toilet flush, and then the shower begin to
run.

For years I'd wondered how the two of them managed to pee in
the same time that one normal person would take. The fact
that they were girl and boy made it even stranger.

In any event, it seemed I'd be taking my shower at school.
Squeezing my erection into underwear and a pair of shorts
was a delicate proposition, but somehow I managed. Bending
over to tie my shoes was out of the question, so I shoved my
feet into a pair of sandals. A t-shirt and my PDA completed
the outfit.

When I went downstairs for breakfast, I discovered my mom
sitting naked at the kitchen table. My dad was wearing a
tank top.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Adam," said my mom. "I'll get something to
wear." She knew I didn't like being around naked people,
especially her. It just seemed weird -- weird and
conflicting.

"That's OK, I have swim workouts in twenty minutes," I
explained, hurrying toward the door.

"Call me at the office if anything comes up," she reminded
me. I don't think she was trying to be funny.

"Have a good day," said my dad.

"Will do," I replied just before the door closed. Then I
eased carefully into my car, gave it my password, and backed
onto the street. At the next red light, I told my PDA to
call Ben.

"Adam, dude, what's hangin?" Ben answered. The video showed
nothing but a pair of thighs and some girl's butt crack.

"Uh, you wanna move your wrist?" I suggested.

"Oh yeah, sorry, man." As Ben moved his arm, I saw some hips
go by, then a breast, then four hands on his chest and abs,
then finally his face. It seemed unusually pinkish.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Where am I?" Ben asked.

"My house," said a girl who was off-camera.

"Heather's house," Ben replied. Heather belonged to a
quartet of volleyball players Ben had met over the weekend.
Each of them was six feet or taller with powerful thighs,
trim hips, square shoulders, and a tiny but supple waist.
You know the type; for some reason, the entire package goes
by the name volleyball butt. All four girls played for Outer
Midlands High School, one of our conference opponents.

"It's the first day of school. Are you going to make it?" I
asked.

"I dunno, man. I'm gonna try for a little while but I'm
kinda used up, you know? I might head over to school pretty
soon. I mean, it's the first day and everything."

"Call me when you have a chance, OK?"

"I'm sore there. Can you move a little to the right?" asked
Ben.

"Ben, call me when you have a chance," I urged.

"OK, that's good," he replied before disconnecting. And some
people still believe techies and geeks can't get girls.

                          * * * * *
                              
After I got to school and parked, I told my PDA to record a
private voicemail for Ben. That meant his PDA wouldn't ring,
and it would only play the message through the earpiece.
This would stop the volleyball gang from listening in.

"Ben, this is Adam," I began. "I need to ask you for a
favor." Then, I briefly explained what I had in mind and
gave the Send command.

My teammate Ethan, his girlfriend Caitlin, and a half dozen
other swimmers were waiting outside the gym.

"Hey, Adam, how's it hanging, guy?" Ethan began. He,
Caitlin, and a junior named Olivia had arrived naked. The
rest, like me, were clothed.

"Good, but dude, where are your clothes?" I responded. I'd
never seen them go naked except Ethan in the locker room,
and both of them swimming indoors at the Y last week.

"Ah, we were playing tennis with Penny and Nick on
Saturday," Ethan explained.

"Strip tennis," added Caitlin.

"I take it you lost big," I observed.

"Well, yeah, somehow we got down to nothing, and Penny and
Nick were going to make us go home naked. So to keep
playing, we bet that if we lost the next game, we'd stay
naked for 24 hours.

"So how many games did you lose?"

"Well, four, but we were playing double or nothing. We ended
up owing them eight days."

"Ah, Ethan, aren't both Penny and Nick on the tennis team?"

"Well, yeah, but I thought they were getting tired," Ethan
explained. I thought he was smarter than that.

"What about you, Caitlin?" I asked. "I though you went to
Central Outlands High School."

"My parents moved and I transferred," she explained.

"Any sign of Ms. Sprite?" I asked.

"No. Otherwise we'd be inside," said Ethan.

"We saw you on television yesterday," said Caitlin. "That
was some adventure you and that girl Vivian had. But, Adam,
you've been hiding yourself! I like the way you looked. Too
bad you got dressed today."

"This is what I'm used to, Caitlin. And look around; I'm not
the only one."

"That's OK, I'll see you later," Caitlin teased. "Athletic
dress code, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

"I bet you're getting a lot of messages from girls."

"You might say that," I confirmed.

Someone -- I suppose her husband -- dropped Ms. Sprite off
at the curb. She gave him a kiss, then headed for the gym
wearing nothing but a smile and her PDA. At the door, she
signaled her PDA to transmit the access code, and then we
all went in. A few more swimmers emerged from their cars,
from the bushes, from under the football bleachers, and in
one case, from the statue of Colonel Baldy sitting on his
mule.

Ms. Sprite opened the doors to the locker room, then turned
on the lights and waved us in. Then, she stood on one of the
benches and started making announcements.

"Good morning, swimmers. I'm glad you see you made it here
this morning," she began. A couple of people snickered, then
she continued.

"Even though fall swimming hasn't formally begun, conference
rules state that closed workouts like we're having this
morning qualify as practice for sanctioned competition. You
know what that means. Because competition is naked this
year, practices have to be naked. And since you have to be
naked, so do I. Like it or not, those are the rules and if
you want to compete, we all have to follow them.

"So, those of you who are still wearing clothes, get `em
off. If you're sticky, take a quick shower. I'll meet you in
five minutes at the pool bleachers. Any questions?"

"Is this the only locker room?"

"No, there's another one for gym classes," Ms. Sprite
replied. "This one is only for athletes, cheerleaders, the
dance team, and so forth."

"Where should we put our clothes?"

"You can leave them on a bench, or stuff them in a basket
over there by the wall, or put them in your regular hall
locker. Hopefully, we won't have to worry about team members
stealing from each other. OK, let's go!"

The locker room itself was a single large space with
clusters of benches, trainer's equipment, urinals, toilets,
and bidets scattered almost randomly. The toilet and bidet
stalls had those new partitions that were only three feet
high, and no doors.

The showers were all in one corner, some against the wall
and some just hanging from ceiling. A few near the ends had
wands rather than fixed shower heads. Along the other walls
were banks of locker baskets and some video screens.

Hurriedly I stuffed my clothes into a basket and headed for
the shower I'd missed at home. I found a spot against the
wall and was starting to take some soap when Olivia, who'd
been with Ethan and Caitlin, appeared next to me and turned
on the water.

"Do you mind?" she asked after I'd taken a quick peek at
her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I apologized.

"No, I mean, do you mind if I take this space?"

"Oh, no, go right ahead," I allowed. And with that, Olivia
took a squirt of soap in each hand and started scrubbing me
down!

"I like the way you look," she replied to my puzzled
expression.

"Uh, you too," I replied. She was tall, thin, and Hispanic,
with short black hair and creamy olive skin. Like nearly all
swimmers, she was hairless from the neck down. She had that
swimmer's physique, too: wide shoulders, plenty of lung
capacity, hard abs, and muscular thighs. Her breasts were on
the small side, especially on her muscular chest, but they
looked softer than most athletes'. She had a pleasant oval
face with brown eyes and a friendly smile. That face moved
within inches of mine, then her bare hands began scrubbing
my chest and sides.

"Is this going to be a one-way?" she asked.

"I dunno. Do you have any cousins?"

"Just one, but I never see him. He lives, like, a thousand
miles away," she replied with some surprise.

"All righty, then. Anyplace in particular?"

"Dull Forks, Montana. What difference does it make?"

"No, I mean, is there anyplace in particular you'd like me
to scrub?" By then she'd reached my abs and was working
toward my butt.

"Follow my lead," she encouraged, so I began scrubbing her
chest and sides. Especially her chest. Once her nipples were
sudsy, they stiffened and she rubbed them against my
slippery chest. I took more soap and began scrubbing her
butt. She jumped when I got to her crack, then relaxed and
moved to my front.

I was just about to scrub Olivia's pussy when it was my turn
to jump. There, beneath the next shower head, were Ethan and
Caitlin getting just as clean as us! Ethan was looking over
Caitlin's shoulder and giving me a thumbs up! That's when I
remembered how many other swimmers were taking showers, and
realized how many might be watching Olivia and me.

Olivia, by this time, was scrubbing my cock with enthusiasm.
In the interest of fairness, I gently pulled her toward me
and began scrubbing her pussy. It was hard to tell if she
was wet from the scrubbing, the sudsing, or the shower. Then
I found her clitoris and all doubt disappeared. "Yes!" she
screamed, then "Yes, that's it! More! More! Oh, Adam, yes!
Ah! Oh shit! Yes! Ooooh! Yes! Aaaah!" or words to that
effect. Then she let loose the biggest scream of all. It
echoed throughout the locker room!

The room seemed strangely silent for a few seconds, during
which Olivia finished me off. Even with my eyes closed, I
was sure everyone in the place was watching. Then we rinsed
and the others resumed their scrubbing.

"I thought you came," Olivia stated quietly.

"I did. It was good," I replied.

"Then why are you still hard?"

"There was a mix-up with my injection. I'm gonna be hard for
six months."

"How cool!"

"Well, I better pee while I have the chance," I remarked
with some embarrassment.

"OK, go," ordered Olivia, pointing my cock away from her.

"You mean here in the shower, with you?"

"OK, sure, with me," she replied with piss already running
down her leg.

"This is gonna be hard."

"I already noticed that. What's the matter, you never peed
in a shower before?"

"Uh, not very often," I admitted. I really did need to pee,
though, so I tried to ignore Olivia's hand and eventually
did it. The water at our feet ran yellow for a few seconds,
then we rinsed ourselves and the immediate area clean.
Olivia turned off both our shower heads.

"Are there any towels?" I asked no one in particular.

"It doesn't matter. In a couple of minutes we'll be swimming
anyway. Hey, you wanna be shower partners?"

"You mean, always take showers together?"

"Yeah, that was fun, don't you think? I mean, it would only
be for showering. We'd probably have other friends away from
practice."

"I guess we could try it for a while," I decided. She was
hard to resist there, all wet, and smiling, and naked, and
clean, and everything.

                          * * * * *
                              
It seemed incredibly odd to walk straight into the hallway
wet and naked from the showers, but I told myself these were
the new rules and I needed to get used to them. Then we
walked naked into the pool area and parked our wet naked
butts on the bleacher seats. They were cold. Olivia sat next
to me, and for a second I thought she was going to hold my
cock again. But instead, she folded her arms.

By the time the last swimmers had filed in, it was seven-
fifteen. Ms. Sprite stepped in front of the bleachers and
had a few more words to say.

"First I want to point out that most of you wasted your
first fifteen minutes of workouts this morning," she began.
"I know a lot of things are new today but I encourage you
not to waste pool time. This is a nice new pool and it's
going to be booked up. That means you need to take advantage
of whatever time you can get.

"Now, these are just workouts today. Concentrate on your
strokes and your breathing, and don't overdo it. Take turns
on the lanes, and watch the person in the water ahead of
you. We're not going to bring in lifeguards when most of you
are better swimmers than anyone we could hire. Instead,
we're going to be responsible as a team for our own safety.
I'll be here most of the time but don't let that stop you if
someone gets a cramp or misses a dive or whatever.

"As to the new athletic dress code, I assure you that came
from the conference and not from me. I know that being naked
is just as new for many of you as it is for me, but we all
have to get used to it. Someday swimsuits may be permitted
or even required again, but it's not going to happen this
year. If you want my advice, try not to think about it. I
know that's going to be hard, especially because many of us
haven't seen each other this way before. But if other
schools and other conferences have gotten over it, so can
we. Any questions?"

"Where's Mr. Bythos?"

"He resigned. We're looking for a replacement."

"Are the boys' and girls' teams going to keep practicing
together?"

"Yes, and all the meets will be co-ed as well. Separate
events, same meets. Anything else?"

There wasn't, so Ms. Sprite ordered us into the pool. I let
Olivia take a lap before me, then braced for my first naked,
erect entry dive.

Actually, it wasn't too bad. The pool was filled with soft
water, the aerators were bubbling, and the water flowed
smoothly around my dick and balls. The effect of entry was
nothing like the hard slap I'd feared. As to swimming, the
warm pool water was much better than the cold choppy water
in the lake. I felt one with the water flowing around me
much more than I had in a suit.

After two laps I climbed out of the pool and headed back to
the starting block. Liberating as swimming naked had been,
walking naked around the pool deck seemed awkward and
embarrassing.

Ethan and Caitlin lined up on the same block that Olivia and
I were using. Caitlin had entered the water behind me, and
Ethan was next. That put me in line behind Olivia whose
behind, I noticed, wasn't half bad. If I hadn't already been
erect, I would've become so.

"I saw you and Vivian on the news yesterday," Olivia
remarked, turning around to face me. Her front wasn't half
bad either.

"I've been getting that a lot," I replied, remembering all
the messages on my PDA. "Do you know Vivian?" Things were
progressing way too easily.

"No, not really. I mean, she's a year ahead of me, and she
doesn't seem like a very nice person."

"I'd have to agree with you there."

"But then why were you together and screwing?"

"A bad situation got worse, then we were scared and alone.
That's all."

Caitlin was climbing out of our lane and looking damn good
doing it. As soon as she was clear, Ethan took his dive.
That left me standing between two wet naked girls, a
situation that definitely had its merits.

Ethan finished two laps and then, in classic relay style,
Olivia dove. The thought of wet, naked girls hurling
themselves through the air had never occurred to me, but I
liked the concept. The sight of Olivia's naked body slicing
though the crystal-clear water had its strong points as
well.

The four of us fell into a rhythm of diving, swimming,
emerging, and repeating. None of us spoke more than a few
words at time, nor did the swimmers in the other lanes. I
was in such a zone that my own nakedness and that of those
around me occupied little of my attention. We were one with
the water; that was all.

At 8:10 Ms. Sprite gave us a five-minute warning, then at
8:15 she ended the workout. Only then did I notice that an
audience of about 30 clothed students had entered the pool
area to watch us. Olivia waved to two of them and told me
their names were Serena Sanchez and Rita Rodriguez. They
each gave me a couple of once-overs, then waved back.

                          * * * * *
                              
When we got back to the locker room, we discovered that a
group of about twenty girls had moved in. Most were naked,
and the rest were undressing rapidly. One of them was
Vivian's friend, Crystal, who I'd last seen a week earlier
at the city pool. It seemed more like seven years than seven
days.

"Do you know what's with those girls?" I asked Olivia.

"I know two of them are in the pompom squad," she replied.

"Is one of them the platinum blonde there with the pink eye
shadow?"

"No, I don't know her. Do you?"

"Just a little, and even that's unfortunate," I replied. "I
know she was on the pompom squad last year, though. Is that
older naked woman a teacher?"

"The one handing out the puce and chartreuse uniforms?
That's Ms. Leap, the pompom director."

"That's a uniform? Chokers, wrist bands, and ankle socks?
OK, so this is definitely the pompom squad. Yeah, rah, no
excuse; let's go, puce and chartreuse! Fabulous. Well, I
need to get this chlorine off me."

"Me too," Olivia announced brightly, and thus our second
shared shower came to pass. It was a quickie, meaning no
funny business, although we did dry each other off.

Without getting dressed, Olivia joined Serena and Rita
outside the locker room door. Then, amid much whispering and
giggling, all three departed for their first period classes.

I had no trouble locating my locker basket, but the contents
were another matter. Everything except my PDA and sandals
was missing! I checked the entire area but my underwear,
shirt, and shorts were definitely gone!

Desperately I searched the entire locker room, which by then
was nearly empty. There were about 20 locked baskets
containing clothes the pompom girls had left behind, plus a
couple pairs of panties and a see-through blouse. Nothing of
mine, and nothing that would help me!

Desperate for some solution, I hurriedly searched for Ms.
Sprite's office. This, however, led to yet another shock.

Instead of normal office furniture, Ms. Sprite's office had
two facing daybeds on opposite walls. Each daybed was quite
flat and had cushions against the wall for sitting. Ms.
Sprite's daybed also had a swing-away computer screen. Ms.
Sprite was using the computer with one hand and fingering
herself with the other.

"Uh, Ms. Sprite, can I speak with you a minute?" I asked.

"Certainly, Adam. Sit down anywhere. What is it?" she
replied, swinging away the computer screen but continuing to
finger herself.

I decided to take the daybed across from her. Even with the
bolster cushions, it was deep enough that I had to sit
Indian-style.

"I think someone stole my clothes during workouts this
morning."

"Do you have any idea who would do such a thing?" Her whole
finger was buried and constantly moving.

"Well, anyone could have gone in and out of there. Vivian
Vivichelli hid some clothes of mine last week, and I saw her
friend Crystal in there with the pompom squad. But I don't
have any proof. I hope it wasn't anyone on the swim team."

"I hope so, too. Look, Adam, if you don't have any evidence
against anyone, there's not much we can do. For obvious
reasons, there are no surveillance cameras in the locker
rooms. We'll just have to keep an eye out." Now it was two
fingers.

"Can I go home and get some clothes?"

"Why would you? The school has no dress code anymore."

"Well, nevertheless, I choose not to go naked. Can I have a
pass to go home and get some clothes?"

By now, Ms. Sprite was fingering herself harder than ever.
"Adam. you don't. need clothes to. go to class. I'm. oh. not
giving you. a pass," she gasped. "What's. your first.
class?"

"It's gym."

"OK. Wait just a. minute and we'll. walk together. Oh shit!
Ohhhh!" She exclaimed, finishing herself off. If we'd had a
few more minutes, I might have joined her.

It was 8:29. Ms. Sprite took a quick hand shower, dried
herself, and jogged with me to the gym. We entered just as
the 8:30 bell rang.


Period 1 - Gym


"Good morning, class. Please take a seat in the bleachers,"
Ms. Sprite began. "There will be no activities today, just
announcements."

You might think that since I'd been naked for most of the
past four days and then for swim workouts, I would've grown
accustomed to it. I might have, too, except that out of
thirty students in the class, twenty-six were dressed. So
once again I felt very alone and embarrassed.

The other three naked students were Crystal, another pompom
girl, and an ordinary-looking kid I didn't know. All three
of them were sitting in the last row of bleachers, and
therefore so did I. For one thing, there was safety in
numbers. For another, I didn't want the rest of the class
staring at my naked backside all period.

I didn't feel like sitting next to the other naked guy, so I
took the opposite end of the row. Then, to my surprise,
Crystal slid next to me. She slid close, too: shoulder to
shoulder, hip-to-hip, and thigh-to-thigh. The other pompom
girl followed Crystal to my end of the row but didn't sit
down.

"You're Adam Jonson, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes, that's right," I replied, wondering where this was
headed.

"Well, my name's Crystal. I guess you've seen me around. Do
you know Kristin?" she asked, indicating the other pompom
girl.

"No, I don't think so," I replied.

"Well, Kristin this is Adam Jonson. He's on the swim team.
Adam, this is Kristin Schaik, pompom."

"Hi," Kristin and I said to each other, then Kristin sat
down and Ms. Sprite began her announcements.

"First of all, welcome back to Bald Mountain High School. My
name is Avina Sprite and I expect to lead this class all
year. Class will begin promptly at 8:30 and end at 9:50.
Don't be tardy and don't leave early, or it'll count against
you.

"Because there's no dress code for school this year, there's
no dress code for gym, either. Any clothing you choose to
wear, however, must allow full participation in the day's
activity. So, you can't wear handcuffs to play ping pong, or
a hoop skirt to play basketball."

In addition to her sneakers, socks, wrist bands, and choker,
Crystal was wearing a musky perfume over white, pink, and
black makeup. Her neatly groomed pubic hair was fine and
sparse, and it matched her platinum blonde hairdo perfectly.
She'd carried the puce and chartreuse color scheme onto her
nails, both finger and toe. Casually, she rested one hand on
my thigh. Just to see what happened, I grabbed a butt cheek.
She moved closer.

"There will be five minutes at the beginning of class for
changing into gym clothes, and fifteen minutes at the end of
class for showering and changing into class clothes.
Obviously, those who choose to be naked for gym, for class,
or for both will have some extra time. I'll expect you to
make good use of it."

Despite the elimination of all dress codes, most of the
students were dressed normally. One girl in gothic makeup
was wearing ripped stockings with a black lace skirt and
corset. Willie Fundeman, a perpetual candidate for class
clown, was dressed like a ballerina, tutu and all. Tess
Palmer, who acted in most of the school plays, was dressed
in hose and corset like the Sally Bowles character from
Cabaret.

"Everyone except athletes will use the general purpose
locker room. Athletes (including cheerleaders, pompom girls,
majorettes, the dance line, coaches, and trainers) will use
the athletic locker room.

"There are no separate locker rooms for boys and girls. In
fact, there are no separate restrooms anywhere in the
school. Thank the Equal Access To Facilities act for that,
not me."

"You have a great-looking cock," Crystal whispered. "May I?"
I raised an eyebrow in surprise, and Crystal took that as a
yes. At least, I suppose she did. A moment later she was
leaving no part untouched.

"I'm sure some of you are wondering why I'm naked. The
conference has decided that all athletic competition,
practices, and related activities will be naked this year. I
coach the swim team, so that goes for me as well. I assure
you, this isn't my preference. I started getting used to it
over a month ago, and I found the hardest part was going
back and forth. So, for now, I'm going full-time. We'll see
how it goes.

"Because this is a short week, no one is in The Program.
That means no reasonable requests this week."

Let me tell you about being erect all the time. It's always
hard, it's always warm, and you constantly feel that a drop
is about to ooze. Sometimes it does. Every so often you get
jerks and twinges Occasionally you're at nine o'clock;
occasionally you're at seven o'clock; eight o'clock is about
average. Every so often, you get a full pulse or two. That's
when you're not aroused. When you are aroused, everything at
least triples. Crystal had me aroused. I moved my hand from
her butt to her pussy, and she was ready.

"Today's schedule has been changed to accommodate a special
assembly in the auditorium. Instead of six periods of 60
minutes each, there will be seven periods of 50 minutes
each. The assembly you attend will depend on your year in
school. Here's the schedule." At that, Ms. Sprite sent a
command from her PDA and the scoreboard video displayed:

    Seniors    Between 1st & 2nd
    Juniors    Between 2nd & 3rd
    Sophomores Between 4th & 5th
    Freshmen   Between 5th & 6th

"The pompom squad will be acting as ushers before and after
each assembly. Are there any pompoms here?

Crystal and Kristin each raised a hand. Crystal raised an
eyebrow as well, and her eyes bugged out. Not that she was
paying much attention to Ms. Sprite.

You might think that being erect all the time gives you a
hair trigger, and to some extent that's true. But because
you never go down, you're far from being a one-shot wonder.
In this case I gave two shots, and both of them landed on a
girl sitting in the next-to-last row. Fortunately, she
didn't notice at first. Crystal continued fondling me. With
some misgivings, I pushed two fingers insider her and lubed
her clitty with my thumb.

"All right, then, you two girls should leave 1st, 2nd,
4th,and 5th period classes five minutes early. You're also
excused for arriving at 2nd, 3rd, 5th, and 6th period
classes five minutes late. I believe you're supposed to
assemble in the auditorium foyer. Is that what Ms. Leap told
you?"

Crystal nodded.

"There will be an athletic meeting at three-fifteen this
afternoon here in the gym. That includes athletes,
cheerleaders, pompom girls, majorettes, dance line members,
coaches, and trainers. Anyone who's already on a team or
plans to try out should attend. Athletic dress code will
apply."

"Does that mean naked?" asked a guy I hardly knew.

I could tell that Crystal wanted to kiss me, but that she
felt the need to keep looking at Ms. Sprite. For my part, I
waited to get Ms. Sprite's attention and then winked. In
return, she rolled her eyes and shrugged. A few kids turned
around but I kept a straight (if rather flushed) face.

"Yes, that means no clothes, naked, bucko, all skin,
whatever you want to call it. Are there any other
questions?"

"What. are we going to be doing... the next couple of
weeks?" Crystal asked, or gasped, or whatever. Then, she
arched her back and swallowed a scream. Again, a few
students turned around. Crystal faked a cough. I spurted
onto the same girl and another sitting next to her.

"Track, mostly. Anything else? All right, then, come to me
privately if something occurs to you. Otherwise, it's open
gym for the rest of the period. You can shoot baskets, run
laps, or just look around the new facilities. Don't use the
weights, gymnastic apparatus, or other equipment without
supervision. Go!"

The two girls I'd messed whispered to each other for a few
moments, occasionally glancing back at me. I was sure they
were going to file a complaint of some kind. Finally, the
second girl began speaking.

"Will you mess my front side, too?" she asked.

"You want me to cum on your skirt?" I asked, almost too
stunned to speak.

"Uh, no, on my slip," she replied, immediately unbuttoning
and unzipping herself.

"Why?" I asked. I was mystified.

"She wants to look popular," Crystal explained, still firmly
in grasp, so to speak, of the situation. "Wanna do a good
deed today?"

My hesitation was all the encouragement Crystal needed.
Seconds later I was cuming on the second girl's slip, and
then on her friend's blouse and panties.

"What are your names?" I asked once I had my breath back and
the girls were drenched.

"Katie Sullivan and Erin Shaunessy," they replied, and then
they were off. Katie was folding her skirt as she walked.
Erin had discarded her short shorts, revealing a pair of
miniscule thong panties.

"Uh, do you want these shorts?" I called out to Erin.

"Keep `em for me," Erin replied. Too bad they weren't my
size. The shorts, that is.

"I have the feeling those girls used me," I confided to
Crystal.

"You got your rocks off. Don't complain," she advised.

"You don't know anything about my clothes, do you?" I asked
her.

"What clothes?" she replied, furrowing her brow and eying me
up and down.

"The clothes I wore to school this morning. Someone stole
them out of my gym basket this morning."

"No, I don't know anything about any clothes. I'm not into
that. You look OK without `em, though. Better, in fact. Why
do you ask?"

"Well, I know you hang around with Vivian, and she swiped
and hid my clothes last week. So I thought that. you know.
maybe the two of you were pulling another prank, or maybe it
was just Vivian but you knew about it, or maybe you'd seen
someone else messing with the baskets."

"So I'm guilty by association?"

"Look, I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm just asking if
you know anything."

"I said I don't."

"OK, thanks. Well, I'm going to look at the weight room."

"Go ahead. I have to check my messages. I'm expecting one
from Nadia."

I found the weight room after just a little searching
through the building. It was locked and most of the lights
were out, but I could see some of the equipment through
windows in the doors. It looked like a great facility with
all the classic equipment and the latest machines as well.

After looking into a few more dark rooms, I headed back to
the gym and found Ms. Sprite.

"Hey, coach, when will the weight room be open?"

"Every day until at least five o'clock, Adam. But no one can
work out alone. You need to have another athlete, coach, or
trainer in the room, and there needs to be a coach in the
building. If someone gets hurt, they need a way to get
help."

"Will it be open today?"

"Yes, but don't forget the athletic meeting at three-
fifteen. You shouldn't miss that."

For the next ten minutes I ran laps. Then, with five minutes
left in the period, I took a quick shower, dried myself, and
headed for the auditorium. There was still no sign of my
clothes.

                          * * * * *
                              
Through no specific plan, the new gym and the old auditorium
were on opposite ends of the campus. They simply built the
gym on the only spot that had enough space. On this
particular morning, however, crossing that distance seemed
like the longest walk of my life.

It was nothing like being naked the previous weekend at the
lake; up there, I was with a few friends (not counting Nadia
and Vivian) and lots of strangers I'd probably never see
again. And for workouts and gym class, well, I was used to
being naked in the locker room, and being in the pool or the
gym with only a few people wasn't that different.

The hallway, by contrast, was packed with people who knew
me, watched me, and collectively determined my reputation.
And there I was, caught naked for all to see. If I could've
shriveled I would've; of that I'm very sure.

Then there was the touching. Maybe it was my imagination,
but it seemed more people than usual were bumping into me.
They brushed against my arms; they bumped me in the hips;
they stroked my shoulder blades; they slapped my butt.

There was non-stop chatter, too. "Adam, saw you on
television yesterday!" "Adam, straight on!" "Adam, I like
the way you look!" "Adam, did you forget something?" "Adam,
call me!" "Adam, you're cute when you blush!" "Adam, hold my
donut, would you?"

Most of the crowd was, of course, dressed quite normally.
Only one in ten or twenty were naked: not nearly enough for
me to blend in. I began to see why naked kids usually hung
out together.

"Hey, Yonson," intoned a familiar voice from behind. "I
thought I recognized your butt. What's up? You finally
figger out that bein' naked is kinda fun sometimes?"

"Someone stole my clothes during swim workouts this
morning," I explained, turning around to face her. I'm sure
she could've stopped, but instead she ran into me and
grabbed my shoulder blades as if to steady herself.
Instinctively, I grabbed her in return. I felt her hard tits
pressing against my chest, and I felt her muscular back and
firm butt beneath my hands. Our abs met. And if you think I
felt in any way like kissing her, I've got a bridge you
might like to buy.

"I don't suppose you know anything about that, Vivian," I
probed.

"About what?"

"My clothes."

"Uh, I think you better check yourself out, Yonson. You
mighta forgot somethin', there."

"I told you, someone stole my clothes this morning."

"Well, don't look at me," Vivian insisted. "Or do. Either
way, I got no use for 'em."

"What about last week?"

"Had no use for `em last week, either. Look, Yonson, last
week there might've been somethin' goin' on, but that's
over. I don't know anything about anybody swipin' any
clothes this morning. I mean, I got to school just in time
for first period. Ben saw me. If you want, you can ask him.
So, you goin' to the assembly or what?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Why don't you let go of me then and we can walk together.
Or are you embarrassed?"

"Uh, no, not embarrassed, exactly."

"OK, I gotta admit that heater of yours feels pretty good
right now. But we're supposed to be at assembly. Count of
three we let go, OK? Did you just slap my butt?"

"No, that was somebody else."

"OK, one, two, three!"

"Dan, how's it going?" I asked just as Vivian pulled away.
I'd seen him working his way towards us.

"Good," Dan replied. "You guys headed to the assembly? I'm
supposed to meet Ben in the lobby. Maybe we can all sit
together."

"A regular camp reunion," I observed. "Sure, what could
possibly go wrong? Is Nadia going to be there?"

"Probably. She a senior, you know."

Time was running short as the three of us negotiated the
remaining distance to the auditorium. Ben and Teah were
waiting as Dan expected, except that Ben's only garment
seemed to be a black pleated skirt. Teah wore a blue tube
top and a miniskirt with white ruffles and damp cum spots.

"Nadia is saving some places for us," Teah announced. "Shall
we go in?"

Crystal and the other pompom girls were holding the doors
open and handing out pamphlets. As we passed through her
door, she gave me a pamphlet and a wink. I still didn't
trust her, though.

Nadia was holding our seats as promised, but barely. She was
devoting most of her attention to her PDA which was
displaying several hundred pop-up ads a second. All in all,
I'd seen less colorful fireworks demonstrations. I took the
seat next to her, with Ben on my right. Vivian and Dan
completed the row.

"So dude, what's with the skirt?" I asked Ben.

"Well, you know, Lavi drove me back from the lake and took
me to her house. I thought my mom or dad would pick me up,
so I took my stuff out of her car. Then Ginger, Heather, and
Jasmine came over and we messed around for a while, then we
went to Jasmine's house, then I dunno. Anyway, we ended up
at Heather's house this morning, and I needed something to
wear to school. This is all they could find that fit me.
Heather says to think of it as a kilt."

Nadia was all eyes.

"I didn't know you were into that," I told Ben with some
amusement.

"Well, what was I going to do? Show up naked?"

"It happens," I observed.

"Oh yeah, sorry, but that's, uh, not for me, OK? I mean,
think of it as a kilt. And there's no. like. dress code or
anything this year, remember?"

"Do you like it?" Nadia asked.

"It feels kinda weird but in some ways I do like it better
than pants," Ben admitted.

"I gotta talk to you privately after the assembly, OK?" I
urged Ben.

"Yeah, sure," Ben replied. But at that, Vivian threw me a
dirty look.


The Assembly


The bell rang, signaling the start of the period. Like most
of the students in the auditorium, we continued talking for
a moment or two, then the house lights dimmed and a naked
woman appeared from stage right. She was holding a lapel
mike in one hand, pointing to her shoulder with the other,
and obviously talking to someone off stage. Eventually,
someone gave her a hand mike and she moved to center stage.
At that point, the techs turned on some klieg lights, the
naked woman tapped the microphone, and everyone stopped
talking.

"Good morning, students," she began. "My name is Meagan
Halloway and starting this year, I'll be the principal of
Bald Mountain High School."

She looked to be average height, with a nice suntan, firm
high breasts, little fat, and good muscle tone. Smooth firm
butt and thighs. All straight from her injection, no doubt.

"First I'd like to welcome all you Seniors back from summer
vacation. I hope each of you experienced a variety of new,
interesting, and educational activities during your
vacation. I hope the adventure of constant personal growth
never ends.

"Now, of course, it's time for one more educational
activity; your last year of high school. I, my staff, and
the entire faculty are here to ensure that each and every
one of you has a rewarding and successful year.

"Because I'm new here, I'll start by introducing myself. I'm
38 years old and I have a Master's degree in Education from
State U. I started out teaching US Government to high school
sophomores. I was an assistant principal for three years at
South High School in Centerville, and for the past four
years I was principal of Centralia High School in Southport.

"As to my personal life, I'm married to a wonderful man
named Travis. I have two children; Randy, my oldest, is 10
and Julia, the younger one, is 8. They both go to grade
school here in the district.

"I have one more general comment, then we'll get to specific
announcements. We have a class of 408 Seniors this year, and
I'm sure at least 398 of you have noticed I'm naked. As to
the other 10, will their neighbors please wake them up?"
Everyone laughed nervously, then Ms. Halloway continued

"Being naked is quite new to me. As a child growing up, in
school, at work, at home, and at play I've always worn
clothes. For most of my life, standing naked in front of an
audience has been the stuff of nightmares, and certainly not
a reality. But today more than ever before, society is
changing, and the educational system needs to prepare you
for the world as it actually exists. Hopefully, if I do my
job correctly today, you'll see how this all fits together.

"As the year proceeds, I think you'll find I'm a strong
believer in school participation. Obviously, this includes
classroom sessions and homework. But just as real life
involves more than work, school life should involve more
than studies.

"To encourage participation in school-sponsored activities,
Bald Mountain High School will use a point system. In order
to graduate or advance to the next year, each student will
need to accumulate at least 30 participation points during
the current school year. At South High, the students called
these PPs, and made collecting them a sort of adventure.

"Basically, you earn one PP for each off-hours, school-
sponsored event that you attend, either as a spectator or a
participant. Go to a school football game; earn a PP. Watch
a school play: earn a PP. Help with a school car wash; earn
a PP. Compete in a wrestling match; get a PP. You get the
idea.

"In addition, you should know that the state board of
education, the Bald Mountain School Board, and I personally
place great value on the Naked At School Program. Almost
universally, The Program teaches students to be comfortable
and confident about their bodies, to address their sexuality
in a healthy and positive way, and to function as members of
the most liberal and open society in recent history.

"That being the case, the Board and I have decided that each
student must acquire at least 15 of the 30 mandatory PPs
through The Program. The schedule for earning Program PPs
will be as follows:

  o  5 PPs for one full week's participation in The Program
     during regular school hours. A full week means five days:
     Monday through Friday. Notice that to earn 15 Program PPs,
     you would need to schedule three weeks of such
     participation. And no, they don't need to be consecutive.

  o  Alternatively, you may earn 5 Program PPs by participating
     under Program rules in five off-hours school events. This
     means you would be naked and honor Reasonable Requests for
     the duration of the event. If you earn 5 Program PPs this
     way, you only need to spend 2 Program weeks in class.

  o  Finally, you can earn 15 Program PPs by submitting to
     Program rules 24 hours a day during the entire week. This
     includes five full days of class, plus five school sponsored
     events, plus anywhere else you might go.

"If possible, please schedule your Program participation
with the office. If there are certain weeks you wouldn't
want to participate in The Program, schedule different
weeks. We'll have sign-up cards available for this purpose.

"As a matter of practicality, we don't want the whole school
scheduled on the last three weeks of class. We want Program
participation to be uniform through the year. If we fall
behind an even rate, we'll start picking Program
participants at random.

"Whenever you have a week in The Program, it's very
important that you check in at the south end of the new gym
at eight-fifteen Monday morning. We'll provide a band for
your neck or wrist, whichever you prefer, that identifies
you as a Program participant. If you just show up naked for
a week, it won't count as Program time. I know that more and
more of you go naked for the fun of it, or for fashion. Even
so, you need to sign up for The Program and spend your time
under Program rules.

"To emphasize our belief in The Program, faculty and staff
will be participating on the same basis as students. As with
students, each faculty and staff member will need to
accumulate 30 PPs, 15 of which come from The Program.
However, the rules involving faculty and staff touching
students, or vice versa, will still apply.

  o  Reasonable Requests may not involve students touching
     faculty or staff.

  o  Reasonable Requests may not involve faculty or staff
     touching students.

  o  No one will be subject to Reasonable Requests during
     class time.

"The last topic for today concerns restrooms and locker
rooms. As some of you have no doubt discovered, Bald
Mountain High School no longer has separate facilities for
boys and girls. This is pursuant to the Equal Access To
Facilities Act as interpreted by the courts.

"Our new gymnasium contains one large locker room for gym
class participants, and another for members of athletic
teams. The fixtures are arranged to discourage boys and
girls from gravitating to separate areas.

"We are fortunate as well that the School Board found money
to remodel restrooms throughout the school. In each case,
the separate doors for boys and girls have been removed, and
the dividing walls have been torn down. Again, the
arrangement of fixtures will discourage separatism.

"Each locker room and restroom contains a certain number of
hand showers. You'll also notice some new fixtures called
bidets. They look like the bottom part of a toilet, with a
sink where the bowl ought to be. There's a jet that shoots
warm water when you step on a floor pedal.

"Students, these fixtures are there for your cleanliness.
It's one thing to walk around naked, but quite another to
walk around with toilet paper remnants or poop smears on
you. Be courteous to the next person using your desk or
chair.

"By the way, pissing in a bidet will carry the same penalty
as pissing in the sink. Don't do it.

"There are some other changes as well, but I think the
pamphlet you received during registration explains them
pretty well. If you didn't get a pamphlet, please take one
as you leave the auditorium. The pompom girls will be
handing them out.

"I see we have a few minutes for questions. If you have a
serious question, please send it to principal@bmhs.edu.
Thank you and have a great year."

Instantly, of course, Ms. Halloway's PDA started beeping.
Her eyes bugged out at the first message, then she skimmed
past the next few, and then she giggled at another. Finally,
she spoke.

"I said serious questions, people," she glared. "But OK,
here's one: Is body paint acceptable attire for school? Yes,
as the pamphlet explains, all dress codes are abolished. If
it's OK to be full clothed and OK to be naked, then
everything in between should be OK as well. As long as it
doesn't interfere with class. No hoop skirts or
pyrotechnics, for example."

Halloway returned to her PDA. "No... No... I'd love to but
you're not my type. No... No... OK, here's one: My religion
forbids me to be naked. What should I do? Find a religious
school or petition the board of education.

"No... Nope... Not gonna happen... No... I said serious
questions, people! OK. If I schedule a campus visit to a
college, is that worth a Participation Point? I would say
yes, provided you schedule it though the college counselor
and show proof of participation. Like, get a signature from
whoever you visit at the college.

"No. No. Well, all right. Does anyone else in my family wear
clothes? We're still experimenting. I started going naked
after I got this job, to get used to it, and my husband
stripped down as moral support. After that, it seemed silly
to dress the kids. But my husband still dresses for work.

"Hey, two in a row! Why do I go naked? I thought that was
obvious, but if students are going to be naked, then
teachers ought to be naked. Being naked or not shouldn't be
a power trip. And if teachers are going to be naked, then
the principal and staff ought to be naked. Fair is fair.

"We're almost out of time. No. No. No. If you don't want
girls watching you pee, go at home. Yes, the cafeteria and
maintenance staff will follow the same rules as other staff.
No. No. You should never take or distribute a person's
picture without permission. Yes, it's OK to undress right in
front of your locker. No. We'll deal with lost or misplaced
clothing the same as any other lost and found; ask at the
office. Yes, vending machines in the washrooms will still
provide tampons, condoms, lubricant, tissues, and other
usual items. No, I'm not in The Program this week; it's not
a full week. No, you can't make a Reasonable Request,
especially not that one. Nope. Nada. Not going there. That's
right, there won't be any Relief during class this year,
even for students in The Program. We've increased the time
between classes to ten minutes; use that. Yes, you can get a
lounge pass during study hall."

At that point, the bell rang and the auditorium began to
empty. Mr. Edwards, the gymnastics coach, walked on stage
and said something to Halloway. Moments later she tried a
few handsprings and looked pretty good at them.

"Where are you headed?" Nadia asked.

"I have Communications with Mr. Magnusson," I replied.

"Hey, me too. And Vivian. Let's all walk together, OK?"
Nadia suggested.

"I gotta talk to Ben a minute," I explained. "You and Vivian
go ahead." And with that, I ushered Ben into another row
near the back of the room. Both girls threw me a scowl but
went on their way.

                          * * * * *
                              
"Ben, are you sure you know what you're doing with those
girls from Outer Midlands?" I asked.

"Ooooh, yeah," Ben replied with some enthusiasm.

"Did you know that Ginger, Nadia, Vivian, and Teah are all
cousins?"

"So?"

"Well, last week Nadia tricked me into asking her along to
the cottage. Then she tricked us all into bringing Vivian
along. Then Vivian hid the duffel bag with my clothes in
Dan's garage, so I wouldn't have any clothes up there. Then
I think Lavi, Ginger, Heather, and Jasmine got you out of
the way because I was with Nadia and you would've been with
Vivian."

"So?"

"So now they've tricked you out of your clothes and
convinced you to go bare-chested wearing a girl's skirt. It
looks like they shaved your legs, too. I mean, good grief;
did they make you wear panties?"

"It's non a skirt, Adam; I'm wearing it as a kilt. And they
didn't make me wear anything. I needed something to wear,
and this is what they could find that fit me. The shaving.
well that. uh. happened earlier. And no, I'm not wearing
panties. I just have to be careful when I sit. I mean, gosh,
Adam, I'm in heaven with those girls. Just look at them. Are
you jealous or something?"

"No, Ben. I just want to be sure they're not taking
advantage of you."

"Look, Adam, if anything, it's me taking advantage of them.
But we're all having fun and nobody's getting hurt. You're
not calling me gullible, are you?"

"No, not at all. I just thought you might be making the same
mistake I did. If you're not, you're not. So that skirt:
isn't it kind of breezy?"

"It's a kilt, Adam; a kilt. And if anyone's feeling the
breeze, it oughta be you, man. Any chicks hitting on you?"

"Yeah, some."

"Well, I gotta get to class."

"Me too. Be careful on stairways, huh?"

"Roger, wilco. What about this business with Nadia?"

"I'll let you know, but for now, keep it up."

"Adam, you're going to be late for class," Crystal
interrupted. I'd forgotten she was manning the door.

"No problem. I just need to get to Communications, and
that's just down the hall."

"Really? Me too! Hey listen, as soon as we get these juniors
seated, I'll see you there, OK?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied, wondering how much of my
conversation with Ben she'd overheard. But time was short
and I had to run. I passed both Teah and Olivia on my way
out and barely made it to class before the bell rang.


Period 2 - Communications


I have no idea why I signed up for Communications. Perhaps I
imagined being a sportscaster, or being interviewed for the
news after a swim meet. But whatever my expectations had
been, the reality was quite different.

First, there was the room. The front third contained a flat
raised stage with a television news set on the right and
talk-show furniture on the left. Partially blocking the view
were two television cameras and a teleprompter. Microphones
and lighting fixtures hung from the ceiling.

Couches and TV sets occupied the remaining two thirds of the
room. The couches were tiered in three rows of three, with
end tables along each row. The television sets were all
tuned to a 24-hours news channel, which had a naked man and
woman interviewing some politician.

Nadia and Vivian had taken a couch in the back row and saved
the middle seat for me. Because it seemed to be the last
remaining seat, I took it. Nadia's PDA was beeping
incessantly.

"You better switch that to mute," I told her.

"I don't know what's with this thing today," she replied.
"Since this morning I've got, like, five thousand messages
about refinancing my mortgage, or transferring money out of
Africa, or just gibberish. I thought I had that stuff
filtered."

"Why do you suppose that happened, Yonson?" Vivian asked
pointedly.

"I haven't a clue," I replied. "Look, even if I wanted to do
such a thing, I wouldn't know how."

"Ah, but do you know anybody who knows?" she countered.

"You mean, do I know some scheming, manipulative person
willing to meddle in someone else's affairs? Nope, sorry, I
don't know anyone like that. In fact, I try to keep away
from them."

Nadia threw me an exasperated look, then continued ranting.
"Well, I wish this thing would behave itself. I need to
schedule a makeup appointment."

"Didn't you get the ninety-day treatment last time?" Vivian
asked.

"Yes, but over the summer, I think the sunlight faded it.
The boating and the water skiing over the weekend were the
last straws."

"You want me to call them for you?" Vivian asked.

"No, I'll get this figured out. Oh shit! Now I'm getting ads
for penis enlargement creams as well."

Just then the bell rang and a naked guy with perfect hair
entered the room. I'm not kidding about the hair, either.
Not only was his scalp hair perfect, but his eyebrows, his
eyelashes, his back hair, his arm hair, his leg hair, his
public hair, and who knows where else? Certain spots, I had
no interest in checking. At the flip of a switch his image
replaced the newscast.

"Hello, class," he began. "Welcome to Communications class.
My name is Blair Magnusson and I'll be teaching the course
this year. As you know, video is by far the predominant
communication medium of our age. As a result, that will be
the primary focus of the class. In addition to textbook
study, homework, and written tests, each of you will have
the opportunity to try a variety of occupations from the
television industry: program planner, script writer, program
director, camera technician, sound technician, talk show
host, talk show guest, and news anchor, just to name a few."

Blah, blah, blah. Mr. Magnusson was an excellent speaker but
the course outline just wasn't that interesting -- not at
the level of detail he was presenting. Of course, just like
on real television, we'd need to be naked anytime we were on-
camera, and that's why he needed to be naked as well. It
seemed to me, though, that anyone so fastidious about his
appearance probably liked to show it off.

Then again, for most of the class, appearing naked on-camera
would be no big deal. More than half of them were naked
already! I wondered how many put up with being naked in the
hope they could be on television, and how many chose to be
naked for other reasons and felt broadcasting was an outlet.

Crystal arrived almost exactly five minutes into the class.
Mr. Magnusson immediately noticed her pompom uniform, and
after a sweep of the classroom, apologized for the lack of a
seat. Three nerdy guys in the front row made a big deal of
squishing together but at Mr. Magnusson's suggestion,
Crystal demurely took a seat on the talk show set.

As with most classes, the first day was an easy one. After
Mr. Magnusson finished reviewing the course outline, he told
each of us to come on stage and try reading from the
teleprompter. This was harder than you might think, but I
suspect Mr. Magnusson was actually running a chicken test.
Anyone wearing clothes had to take them off.

Crystal, of course, left for the auditorium five minutes
before the bell. When the bell actually rang, Vivian headed
for College English and Nadia went to Math. I took the
opportunity for a quick call to Ben, and then I set out for
English.

                          * * * * *
                              
Perhaps it was my imagination, but the hallway scene seemed
to be getting crazier with each passing period. Mostly it
was small things like blouses not buttoned, jeans not
zipped, and skirts not fastened. But I passed several
students who'd discarded their tops, bottoms, or both, and
were cruising around in their underwear.

In English, strangely enough, everyone but me was normally
and completely dressed. Feeling caught once more with no
support system, I searched desperately for a familiar face.
My reward was Sandra Samuels, a girl I'd known from English
class the previous year.

"Hi, Sandra," I greeted her. "Did you have a good summer?"
She was dressed very conservatively, in a knee-length skirt,
a matching vest, and expensive-looking blouse and shoes.
Suddenly I felt more conspicuous and out-of-place than ever.

"Yeah, pretty much. Worked, hung out, took a family vacation
to visit relatives. Hey, I saw you on the news yesterday. I
like the new look. Especially in person."

"Yeah, well, the whole thing was a mix-up," I explained,
relaxing only a little. "I'm not really comfortable like
this; it's just that people keep hiding or stealing my
clothes."

"Do they take your lunch money, too?" Sandra teased.

"Very funny," I admitted, then the bell rang and a teacher
entered the room. Sandra took her seat, and I sat across the
aisle from her. This placed me in the furthest aisle from
the door, but in the second desk from the front.


Period 3 - English


"Good Morning, students. My name is Roland Kent," the
teacher said slowly, trilling the R, spitting out the k and
t, and sounding for all the world like Alfred Hitchcock. "It
is my pleasure to be your instructor this term." He had a
way of raising his voice, raising his eyebrows, and slowing
his enunciation at the end of each sentence. "The primary
objectives this year will be enlargement of vocabulary,
increased mastery of grammar and composition, and further
appreciation of the written word."

On and on he dragged for about five minutes, then Crystal
entered the room and looked around before heading toward the
back row. When she spotted me sitting next to Sandra, she
threw me a dirty look but said nothing.

"Are you Crystal Clearey?" Mr. Kent asked dryly. "And may I
assume, based on your attire, that you are in the pom. pom.
squad?" He seemed to have trouble speaking the word pom, as
if it weren't a real word and had no business leaving his
lips.

"Yes and yes, sir," she replied.

"Very well. Please try not to distract the class any
further," Kent told her, and then he resumed droning through
the course outline, the books we'd have to read, and the
essays we'd have to write.

Sandra did her best to pay attention, as did I, but we kept
stealing glances at each other. It got embarrassing after a
while, but it wasn't as if anything else interesting was
going on. And I was sure I could hear Crystal coughing,
clearing her throat, wiggling in her seat, and otherwise
registering protest.

With fifteen minutes left in the period, Mr. Kent told
everyone to write a paragraph about anything we wanted, and
then turn it in when the bell rang. I scratched out four or
five sentences about working at Game Gear and Garb, then hit
Submit just as the bell rang.

"So Adam, I hope we can still be friends," Sandra encouraged
me.

"I'm sure we can," I replied. "In fact, do you have a minute
to talk right now?"

"Sure, if you can come along to my locker," Sandra replied.

Crystal, who was hovering nearby, suddenly interrupted,
"Adam, do you have lunch now?" she asked impatiently.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I'll save a seat for you. OK?"

"I was hoping to find Dan and Ben," I explained.

"OK, I'll look for them," Crystal replied. Then, after
hesitating a moment, she streaked toward the cafeteria. I
don't think she liked my being with Sandra.

When we got to her locker, Sandra took off her vest and hung
it inside. Then, she began unbuttoning her skirt.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Oh, it's this stupid dress code, Or lack thereof. Or maybe
it's me. I spent a ton of money on this outfit and it's just
not working. I might as well be wearing a jellaba robe for
all the attention I'm getting. Here, hold this a minute,
would you?" And with that, she handed me her skirt. Under
it, she'd been wearing a burgundy half slip and matching
panties. I found out about the panties when she reached
inside the slip and somehow dropped them to the floor.

"What do you think about the blouse?" she asked.

"It's nice," I replied.

"No, I mean, should I leave it on?"

"Maybe just unbutton it," I suggested. That's when I learned
she was wearing a lacy bra that matched the half slip.

"Thanks for helping," Sandra said. "Now, can I ask you a
really big favor?"

"What's that?"

"Would you stain my slip?"

"You mean, would I cum on it?"

"Yeah. It seems to be part of the look. Look, I'm sorry if
this is too much."

"Uh, no, it's OK, but uh, you want me to do it right here in
the hall?"

"Why not? I've seen plenty of other stuff happening in the
hall. Can I do it or do you want to?"

"Either way," I replied, not sure of her meaning. But then
she grabbed my cock, aimed it as her slip, and began
fondling. A freshmen couple stopped to watch.

"Not there, here," I instructed her, gently moving her hand.
"And move in and out, not just tighter and looser. Oooh,
yeah; that's it. That's it. Keep that up. Get ready."

And then, of course, I spewed cum all over her slip. Oh
baby, did I spew! I spewed and spewed and spewed! I guess
that's what Sandra wanted, though, because she was doing the
aiming. She even used her blouse to wipe me off when I'd
finished.

"Thanks, Adam. I really appreciate that," she said at last.
The freshmen were unzipping.

"No problem," I replied. "Now can I ask you for a favor?"

"Shoot," she replied.

"I want to play a prank on someone, and I'm hoping you can
help. Are you still working at that cosmetologist's?"

"Yeah, Eisenblush Salon. Why?"

I told her just as the freshman guy was getting hard and the
girl was figuring out where she wanted it.

"Gosh, Adam, I don't know. That's pretty serious. Who is
it?"

"Nadia Blosser. Do you know her?"

"The most scheming, conniving manipulator in the state?
Yeah, I know her. What'd she talk you into? Or out of?"

"Well, she threw me together with Vivian Vivichelli for four
days. Then she and Vivian worked a scam that kept me naked
the whole time. She talked me into these earrings. Shall I
go on?"

"No, but remind me to thank her for getting you naked. And I
think the earrings add a nice touch. I really like the way
you look now, Adam. But yes, I'll help you out. The salon
gives me 50% discount coupons for rounding up new customers,
and if Nadia needs a treatment, I'm sure I can get her to
take one. I'll call you when she makes an appointment."

"Tomorrow afternoon would be good," I suggested.

"I'll do my best," Sandra promised. "In the meantime, thanks
for the favor and don't be afraid to call, OK?

The cum was dripping off the hem of Sandra's slip by then,
but she unabashedly closed her locker and headed down the
hall to class. The freshman girl was putting on her now cum-
soaked jeans, and it didn't seem like the guy was bothering
to zip up. As for me, I headed quickly to the nearest
washroom.

Let me tell you some more about being permanently erect. For
protection of sisters everywhere, Mother Nature arranged the
male plumbing system so pissing and cuming are mutually
exclusive. When you're soft, you can piss but you can't cum.
When you're erect, you can cum but not piss. Which, if
you're erect all the time, presents a definite problem.

Fortunately, during the last few days I'd discovered that
after sex I usually softened up just enough to pee. The
window of opportunity was only a few minutes, but it was
there and I hoped to take it.

Thanks again to the Equal Access To Facilities Act, the
previously separate washrooms for girls and boys had been
combined into one large room. The doors were marked simply
Lavatory and Out. Inside were clusters of toilets, urinals,
squat holes, bidets, and hand showers, all separated by
partitions too short to serve any real purpose. The room was
crowded but all things considered, not that many sex acts
were in progress. Most kids were just doing their business.

It was pretty strange just walking up to a urinal without
opening my fly, and even stranger doing it with girls
walking around. I really did need to pee, though, so I just
closed my eyes and tried to relax. Nope, nothin' doin'. I
also tried thinking about the least sexual things I could
imagine: math problems, rotting garbage, poison ivy, stuff
like that. Nothing worked and time was passing. That's when
I devised Plan B.

You know the effect chilly water has on male genitalia,
right? Up at the lake, whenever I was in the water, I'd been
able to piss fairly easily. So that was Plan B; find a hand
shower, set the water temperature on cold, and practically
freeze my balls off. It was painful but it worked.

The next person in line for the shower was a girl holding
some panties and a pair of shorts. She gave me a dirty look
but I just hosed down the area, turned off the water,
apologized, and handed her the wand. The shower wand. Then
she smiled, told me she liked the way I looked, and rattled
off her number.

Of course, there were no towels. I mean duh, where you have
showers, you need towels, right? But this, apparently, was
too much for someone to anticipate. So instead I made a fool
of myself jumping up and down and shaking my legs for a
minute. The girl from the shower threw me another smile and
I briefly considered hanging around to watch her dry. But
instead, still slightly wet, I headed for the lunchroom.


Lunch


Shooting the cafeteria line revealed another master stroke
of planning; the tray guide and my erect dick were exactly
the same height. So if I wasn't bumping the tray guide, I
was bumping the tray itself, or ending up over it. A couple
of the cafeteria ladies seemed to get quite a giggle out of
it, although several others seemed offended. I was sorry if
I grossed 'em out but it wasn't my idea and anyway, they
needed to get used to it. What did they expect, working
somewhere with no dress code?

After paying for my so-called food, I scanned the room
looking for Crystal or anyone else I knew. It wasn't tough;
after just a few seconds, Crystal stood up and started
jumping around like one of her pompom routines. If the
pompom streamers hadn't got my attention, her flying tits
certainly would've. All in all, the effect was rather
amazing.

True to her word, Crystal had commandeered Ben and Dan, plus
Teah, Nadia, Vivian, and a couple more people I wasn't sure
I recognized. Fortunately, she'd also seized one of the
larger lunch tables.

As I worked my way across the room, I got the usual
assortment of taunts, tweaks, teases, and touches, just like
in the hallway. I vowed to kill whoever had stolen my
clothes, or at least instill serious regret.

Seated on one side of the table were Dan and Teah, Nadia and
Ben. Dan and Teah were discussing some stains on Teah's
skirt and Ben, still wearing his skirt (excuse me, his kilt)
was making a good show of trying to fix Nadia's PDA. The PDA
was in some kind of loop announcing, "You have two thousand
voice mail messages. You have two thousand one hundred voice
mail messages. You have ." Even worse, most of them were for
things Nadia didn't even need, like carpet cleaning,
aluminum siding, refrigerator dishes, and lingerie
demonstrations.

Crystal and Vivian had left me a place between them on the
other side of the table, but both of them were engrossed in
conversation with guys I hadn't met before. Vivian was
talking to a naked guy I thought was on the football team,
and feeling him up pretty good. Crystal's guy was wearing
ordinary clothes, except that she'd unbuttoned his shirt and
stuck her hand inside his fly. Of course, I didn't want
anything to do with them, anyway. Not Crystal, not Vivian,
and certainly not the guys.

For a few minutes I ate in silence, watching Ben put on his
gosh-this-is-just-too-complicated act. Then Teah went into
her innocent but embarrassing question mode.

"So, Adam, have you decided to stay naked, after all?"

"No. Somebody stole my clothes during swim workouts this
morning," I explained yet again. Briefly, I considered
making a sign and hanging it from my neck.

"Oh, that's too bad," Teah empathized. "I bet you're getting
a lot of compliments, though. That look really suits you."

"A suit would be good right now. Any kind of suit: swimming,
business, you name it. I'd much rather be wearing clothes."

"What about your. um. well, what about up front, there?
Wouldn't that be uncomfortable with pants on?"

"Guys get lots of erections inside their pants. You make an
adjustment; you move on. What about you? Keeping clean?"

"Not at all. Well, I'm not stinky or anything, but Dan did
me twice this morning, and then in biology I spilled potting
soil on myself, and then in the washroom shower I got my
dress wet. This is so liberating!"

Crystal and Vivian were still making small talk and feeling
up their respective partners, or boyfriends, or whatever
they were. From time to time, one of their hips, or thighs,
or arms, or shoulders would bump and rub against me. I
suppose they were staging an act for my benefit. Then,
suddenly, Crystal's guy arched his back, got red in the
face, and started shaking. Twenty seconds later, he was
looking down at himself and Crystal was licking her fingers.

"What am I going to do about these pants?" he wondered
aloud.

At that point, Nadia set down her PDA and got involved. "My
advice is to either chuck 'em or keep wearing 'em just as
they are," she said. "Think of 'em as a trophy. You just
made it with a pompom girl. Yee haw. Tell you what, though:
I'd get rid of those underpants and leave the fly open. Who
knows? You might get another visitor."

"What if I pop out and get stuck on my zipper?" he objected.

"Cut it off. No, man, I mean cut off the zipper. Look, I
have a scissors in my purse. What's your name?"

"Owen Barnes."

"OK, Owen, come over here and hold still."

Crystal guided Owen over to Nadia, who knelt in front of
him. First, she opened his belt, opened his zipper, and cut
his underwear off. Then, she fastened his belt and cut off
his zipper. Finally, she pulled out his package as far as it
would go and gave him a quick public trim. Poor Owen
couldn't believe what was happening, but Nadia kept telling
him how hot he was going to look. He could've walked away
any time, but didn't. Finally, Nadia gave him a squeeze on
the cock, a slap on the butt, and instructions to go get
'em. He disappeared.

Crystal then turned her attention to me. "So, Adam, did you
finish your business with that chick in the frumpy suit?"

"Yeah, it only took a minute," I relied casually. "I just
knew her a little bit from last year."

"Then what took you so long?"

"I went to the boys' room, the washroom, the lavatory,
whatever. It's hard, you know."

"We all know that."

"No, I mean, it's hard to pee. With being erect, you know."

"You peed OK up at the lake," Vivian interjected. By this
time, her guy had cum and gone as well. She was wiping her
hand with a napkin.

"The chilly water made me shrivel up enough," I explained,
thinking this was a lousy topic for the lunch table. "That's
what I ended up doing just now; using cold water from the
hand shower."

"I am sooo glad they put in those hand showers," Teah threw
in. Everyone paused and stared at her a second.

"Well, look Yonson, you wanna be careful who you hang around
with, you know? Not everyone sees things the way we do,"
Vivian warned.

"I'm sure I'll be just as selective as you are," I replied.
"Who was that guy, anyway?"

"Oh, him? That was Jerome LeBlanc. He's a wide receiver or
somethin' on the football team. I knew him a little bit from
last year."

"I bet he gets around a lot," I observed.

"Don't we all, Yonson? Don't we all. Well, the period is
almost over. Whadya got next?"

"U.S. History," I replied.

"Hey, me too," Vivian remarked. "What an amazing
coincidence. I'll walk you. You gotta pee again yet?"

"Uh, no. Does that concern you?"

"No, just checking. You gonna bus that tray or what?"

Yeah, I bussed it, and Vivian's as well. Nadia was off to
English, and Crystal to Art. I hoped none of them, except
Nadia, were in a class with Sandra.


Period 4 - U.S. History


As you might suspect, U.S. History was a pretty normal
class. The room had a typical arrangement with a teacher's
desk up front and student chairs arranged in a grid. The
teacher was a Mr. Laitle who wore a suit that could have
been brand new or fifty years old. It was that nondescript.

Erin and Katie, whose clothes I'd stained in Gym, took a
couple of first-row seats. Katie was still wearing her
stained blouse and slip. Erin was in her stained blouse but
the miniscule pair of thong panties were long gone. In their
place, she was wearing a stained pair of boys' Hawaiian
print boxer shorts.

Vivian took a seat in the middle of the window aisle. I
considered taking my usual seat in the rear, but instead
took the next seat behind her. The bell rang just as we sat
down, and Mr. Laitle started the typical first-day-of-class
spiel: name, textbook, course syllabus, yada, yada, yada.
More old news.

The thing that occupied my attention, however, was pissing.
Pissing was getting to be, well, a pisser. Jerking off to
take a piss wasn't an option, not with toilet stalls only
three feet high. And even if I were willing to put up with
the rude looks, pissing in the hand shower was too cold and
too time-consuming.

When Nurse Klaus discovered the confusion that let to my
permanent erection, he'd said that with a few days practice,
I could figure out how to kill the erection for a minute or
two. So that's basically how I passed most of history
period. I made mental lists of my biggest turn-offs. I
flexed and relaxed all sorts of muscles I don't usually
think about. I meditated; I contemplated; I cogitated; I
deliberated. I imagined myself hooked to a biofeedback
machine and watching the needles. I imagined myself having
sex again lost with Vivian on the beach. And to my chagrin,
the effect of that last one was exactly the opposite of what
I wanted.

The last third of the period was more interesting; Mr.
Laitle asked the class what forces had caused the sudden and
recent wave of open expression and hedonism in most Western
societies. Several students cited the famous Central
University cheerleaders, but Mr. Laitle suggested those
events were actually part of a larger trend. As evidence he
cited the rock singer Wholly Virgin and her year of
nakedness, the use of naked bathroom and shower scenes to
promote body care products, and the President's admission
that for the first family, swim suits were an oxymoron. Mr.
Laitle also had statistics showing a small but undeniable
rise in the popularity of clothing-optional beaches and
resorts around that time. He seemed to feel that although
the CU cheerleaders may have staged the signature event, the
true cause of the movement ran deeper.

All of which was well and good, but I'd have been happier if
taking a piss could once again be a simple act and not a
major production.

Vivian and I rose as one when the bell rang. Spooky. Her
next class was Law and mine was Math, which are about as far
apart as they come. For some reason I wished her a good day,
then she was off running. As soon as she was out of sight, I
looked around for eavesdroppers and then called Ben.

"Yeah man, what's up?" he answered.

"Can anyone overhear us?" I asked.

"Not from this end," Ben replied. "I'm triple encrypted, and
I'm in the back corner of the computer lab. No echoes, no
one else around."

"Great job on Nadia's PDA," I began. "How long can you keep
this up?"

"It's all running on one of my systems at home," he replied.
"It'll run three or four weeks before it starts repeating.
What? You don't think she's had enough, yet?"

"Just keep it up for now, OK? And don't tell anyone else.
Not even those girlfriends of yours."

"You really don't trust them, do you? Wasn't it Ginger who
actually came clean with you?"

"Yeah, but that whole group still has something going on.
Ginger is Nadia, Vivian, and Teah's cousin, you know.
They've got someone watching me in every class. Could Nadia
have done that? She works in the office, you know."

"Let me see. Yeah, she has authority to make schedule
changes. They probably had her typing them in over the
summer."

"Can you check to see if she rearranged my schedule, or
Crystal's, or Vivian's, or her own?"

"Yeah, but not right now. Anything else?"

"Yeah. If Nadia did rig my schedule, get back at her, OK?
Not Crystal or Vivian, though. You still wearing that skirt
they talked you into?"

"I'm wearing it as a kilt, Adam. Think kilt. And like I
said, I left my clothes at Lavi's house, then we went to
Ginger's house, then this morning I had nothing to wear, and
this is the only thing Ginger could find that fit me. Her
dad is much bigger than I, and her brother is in like third
grade or something. There's nothing fishy going on. Look, I
gotta go. Call me tonight or something."

I was running late too, so I disconnected and hurried off to
Math class.


Period 5 - Math


Same ol', same ol'. I found a seat in the back row of the
math classroom and the teacher, Ms. Newton, announced her
name, her contact information, and the course outline. She
was a thin, pleasant woman, probably in her early 30's,
wearing a satin blue blouse and a straight black skirt. She
wasn't bad for a Math teacher but you don't get 'em looking
like runway models.

Ethan and Paul Aquino, one of Ethan's partners in the 400-
meter relay, cruised in right behind Ms. Newton. Both of
them were naked and both had girls following them They sat
together in the front row, and this seemed to shock Ms.
Newton for a moment.

It was unsettling to sit in the back of the room and watch
reactions. Some of the girls in class were interested or
amused by Ethan and Paul's naked entrance, but others were
shocked, offended, or embarrassed. The boys showed a mix of
reactions as well. I wondered what kind of reactions
followed me though the day.

Crystal and her pompom friend Kristin showed up five minutes
into the period and took the two seats to my left. Crystal
was careful to take the seat next to me, then she threw me a
smile and a wink that I tried to ignore.

For the next forty minutes I concentrated mostly on pissing
exercises. It helped to be in math class, which I found even
more boring than history. Once or twice I thought I had it,
too, although I stopped short of making a puddle there in
class. One thing for sure: I kept Crystal's attention. The
occasional slight droop in my otherwise constant erection
seemed to fascinate her.

Ms. Newton dismissed the class a few minutes early, and
Crystal pulled me aside to talk.

"Are you OK, Adam? I saw you drooping, there. It's not
supposed to do that, is it?"

"Are you the expert now?" I countered, but this seemed to
hurt Crystal more than I intended. "Look, sorry, this is all
new for me. It's not like I wanted it. Well, sure, I wanted
my dick, but not hard like this all the time and, well, you
know. Anyway, I was trying to make it go down for a minute
or two. I need to learn that so I can take a pee without
making a major production of it. Do you mind?"

"Well, I gotta tell you Adam, I like the way you look. At
first it was kind of intimidating but now, well, that's
quite a package you've got there. I like the rest of you
too; the abs, the butt, the legs, the chest, the shoulders.
I like your face, too. As to your little exercises there,
well, I know lots of girls who do Kegel exercises during
class. It tones up the pussy muscles. Do you need to take a
pee now? `Cause I do. We could walk together."

"Uh, OK, but leave me alone in the washroom, OK?"

"What, do I make you nervous?"

"Something like that. I just need to focus my thoughts;
that's all."

So off we went, not hand in hand, but together into the
washroom. Crystal found a toilet near the left side of the
room, and I took a urinal along the wall at the right.
Slowly I relaxed, and then I repeated the stream of thought
that seemed to work during math class. Then, as I switched
my attention to a quadratic equation Ms. Newton had
discussed, I blissfully sensed the familiar relaxation and
flow of piss. I dared not open my eyes or look down, but I
could hear it striking the urinal. Once the flow stopped I
shook myself off and resumed my now-normal, fully-erect
state.

Moments later, washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and
spotted Crystal approaching me from the rear.

"Everything come out OK?" she asked casually, slapping me
softly on the butt.

"Yea, no problem," I replied. "It's weird, though. Some
things, you figure you're good for life and you'll never
need to relearn them. Then something like this comes along."

"Well, let me know if you need anything," she replied,
touching my shoulder with one hand and my side with the
other.

"Like that guy Nadia talked out of his zipper?" I asked.

"He got what he needed," Crystal explained. "What's your
next class?"

"Spanish."

"Well, I got Fashion. Don't be a stranger, eh?"

"Fashion? What are you going to do with Fashion?"

"OK, I don't wear clothes, but I'm not against making money
off 'em. I do alterations, for example."

"Like zippers?"

"No, mostly prom and wedding dresses. Hey, I'm gonna be
late. Call me, huh? Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Is that a threat?" I asked, unable to restrain the thought.

"No," Crystal replied blankly, then she was off. Actually,
she had a pretty good set of shoulders with butt to match.
The devil in disguise, I suspected.

Since I had a minute, I tried calling Dan.

"Adam, what's up?" he answered on the first ring.

"Has Vivian talked to you about picking up the stuff she
left in your garage?"

"No, but I think she's planning to pick it up today. Why?"

"I need to pick up my stuff too, but I don't want to run
into her by accident. If she shows up, will you call me when
she leaves?"

"Sure," Dan agreed, then we cut the connection.


Period 6 - Spanish


Spanish class was more interesting that I'd expected, mainly
because Olivia and her friends, Rita and Serena, were there.
Rita had discarded her blouse, revealing a great set of abs
and a sexy black bra. Olivia, having arrived at school
naked, was still so. Serena was fully dressed. I'd already
taken my usual spot in the back row when the three of them
came in and sat near the front corner.

Owen Barnes was in the same class, and sat next to Rita.
When he sat down, his zipperless fly had no chance of
concealing his dick and balls. It seemed a bit cruel and
comical to me, but I have to admit it seemed interesting to
Rita.

I was ready to move near Olivia when Nadia came in and took
the seat next to me. Her PDA was still receiving non-stop
messages, but at least she'd managed to silence all the
beeps and announcements.

Rita, who'd noticed me earlier, whispered something to
Olivia. Olivia then twisted around to look at me, and it was
quite a sight. She was one flexible chick, that's for sure.
Olivia gave me a smile and a wave, and Nadia tried to
compete by wiggling in her seat.

"Buenos tardes," began Se¤or Callaghan, the Spanish teacher.
Honestly, that was his name: Esteban Callaghan. "Buenos
tardes," means, "Good afternoon," or so he claimed.

Fortunately, Callaghan finished the rest of his introduction
in English. It was a pretty normal class outline, with
midterms, finals, and chapter tests in between. During the
semester. each of us would need to demonstrate everyday
conversation and give a three-minute speech.

Halfway through the class I was paying only half attention,
devoting a quarter each to Olivia and my new pissing
exercises. But then Nadia got my attention by reaching in
her purse, taking out a bottle of relaxants, and popping one
in her mouth. I was sure they were the same kind of pills
Nurse Klaus had given me to help with of my constant
erections! So why would Nadia be taking them? And was that
the reason she, out of all the girls at Bald Mountain, was
one of the few to carry a purse?

I mean, at one time, I guess all girls carried purses. They
kept their hair brushes, their mirrors, their makeup, their
money, their ID cards, their credit cards, and all kinds of
spooky stuff in a purse. But now, everyone got permanent-
press hair styles, where you just shook your head a few
times and everything fell into place. Nobody wore soft
makeup anymore; girls got 30, 60, or 90 day makeup applied
at places like Eisenblush Salon, where Sandra worked. And
nobody used paper money, coins, credit cards, or paper IDs
anymore; everyone used digital certificates stored and
secured in their PDA. And a PDA was something you wore on
your wrist.

So why did Nadia carry a purse with relaxants in it? And
scissors? And what else?

It bugged me the whole rest of the period. Se¤or Callaghan
was starting to present some vocabulary and grammar, but I
had an awful time paying attention. Hopefully, I thought,
I'd catch up by doing the homework.

Nadia must have known something was bothering me, because
when the bell ran she asked me what was up.

"Was that a relaxant pill you took during class?"

"Yeah, I know the rule is no pills in class, but I was
feeling tense and Callaghan's back was turned. You want
one?"

"Those pills help you relax mentally?" I asked as calmly as
I could.

"Well, yeah, you kind of mellow out and drop your
inhibitions a little bit. But you take 'em too, right? Why
are you asking me?"

It was another clear case of medical confusion. When Nurse
Klaus prescribed the relaxants for me, I thought they were
supposed to relax me physically. I thought they were suppose
to relax my constant erection. But instead they relaxed me
mentally! Made me less inhibited! More gullible! This
explained a lot!

"Nadia, you never slipped me one of those, did you?"

"No, I wouldn't do that, Adam. I mean, when I was carrying
your bottle for you, and you asked for one, I gave it to
you, but that was the only time. Are you sure you don't want
one?"

It was tempting, but I declined. It felt good to be angry at
Nadia, and I sure didn't want her giving me a pill to calm
down. Which is probably what she'd done on other occasions,
even if I couldn't prove it.

Then suddenly I felt much better. There, sticking out of
Nadia's purse, was a half-price coupon from Eisenblush
Salon. I wished her a nice day, she thanked me, and we each
went about our business.


After School


The day seemed long already, but for me, of course; there
was still the athletic teams meeting at three-fifteen.
Spanish class wasn't far from the gym so I took my time
walking. I even took time for a non-emergency but fairly
successful piss.

Mr. Edwards, the gymnastics coach, was greeting everyone as
they arrived. Those with clothes he directed to the south
end, where they were supposed to undress and leave their
clothes in a pile. There seemed to be about 50 piles of
clothes so far, with maybe 60 kids hanging around the north
end. A few kids seemed freaked out by undressing with the
opposite sex around, and a few more by undressing in such an
open place. But everyone ended up naked, so what difference
did it really make?

With a few minutes to kill, I filtered my messages and then
opened the Opportunities folder I'd started that morning.
Mostly, they wanted Vivian and me to appear in ads and
commercials featuring some product or another. Most of them
seemed pretty hokey, like fast-food joints and nail salons.
A few, however, seemed to have real possibilities. One was
from Game Gear and Garb, the sporting goods store where I
worked, and one was a well-written message from someplace
called Bushie's Off-Road Shop. I actually called that one,
but Otto Bushman, the owner, was out.

At three-fifteen a few kids were still undressing but Mr.
Kirkhoff, the football coach, picked up the mike and started
the meeting anyway. By rule, he needed to be as naked as the
rest of us, but in his case I wish they'd made an exception.

First he made sure everyone was naked and seated. Olivia had
found me by then, so we sat together a few rows up from the
gym floor. Some guys from track sat on my other side, and
the girl's soccer team in front of us. Most of the football
team sat on our right, with cheerleaders and pompom girls in
the first row. The band was way off to the side.

"All right, everyone, I'll try to keep this brief," Mr.
Kirkoff began. "First, the conference has gone and done it;
all athletic events will be naked this year. That includes
games, practices, pep rallies, meetings like this,
everything. It includes players, trainers, coaches,
everybody connected with the team. Like it or not, that's
the way things are. If you ever watch sports on television,
you've probably seen this coming.

"The conference is still going over rules changes and
equipment. In some sports, like volleyball, they're going to
a softer playing surface, maybe even sand. In tennis, you're
probably going to see grass courts rather than asphalt.

"In other sports, like basketball, you're going to see knee
pads, elbow pads, and more rules on contact. Obviously, they
want to minimize floor burns.

"In baseball, they'll probably disallow spikes and sliding.
If you do slide, not only will you mess yourself up, it'll
be an automatic out. They're still looking at catcher's
equipment."

"What about football?" someone asked.

"That's a tough one. There are proposals for keeping it
basically the same, proposals for turning it into totally
naked touch football, and proposals halfway between."

"Hockey?" came the question.

"Even tougher. If you keep the ice and keep the skates, I
don't see how you can play naked. You might see something
like indoor field hockey, but that would make it a different
sport."

"Wrestling?"

"Beats me. You guys don't wear much anyway, but going
without a cup would be brutal. We're still waiting for a
ruling on that. Anything else? Track, ping pong, gymnastics,
cycling: nothing but shoes and maybe a hat. Swimming, just
plain nothing. If any of you girls are gonna have trouble
with tits flopping around, see your doctor, get 'em firmed
up or reduced.

"OK, eligibility. To compete this year, you gotta have a 1.7
grade-point average and not be failing anything. That's a C
minus, and that shouldn't stop anybody. If you can't get a C
minus or you think you might be failing something, talk to
your coach, talk to me, or talk to your counselor. We can
get you a tutor or put you in a different class.

"Also, you heard Ms. Halloway talk about participation
points in assembly. You have to be up to date on
participation points in order to compete. For most of you
that ought to be pretty easy, because every game or match
will get you points. But don't get behind or you'll find
yourself a spectator. Anything else?"

"Can we wear our letter jackets?"

"We're waiting for a ruling on that. If wearing your letter
is an athletic activity, then no, you can't wear it. Seems
like Catch 22. If they disallow letter jackets, we'll figure
out some arm bands or special rings or dog tags or
something. Anything else?"

There wasn't, so Mr. Kirkoff ended the meeting. Most of
those who'd arrived in clothes wandered over to get dressed,
and the gym slowly emptied.

"Are you going straight home? I could use a ride," Olivia
suggested.

"I already told Ms. Sprite I was going to do some weights,"
I replied. "I think she's waiting for me."

"OK then, see you tomorrow morning," Olivia said, and then
she left to find her friends.

As I expected, Ms. Sprite was in her office. And much to my
relief, she had both hands on the keyboard.

"Is it still OK if I use the weight room?" I asked.

"Sure, but only until five o'clock. That's when I'm going
home. And make sure someone's with you. I think one girl's
there now, waiting, but if it's only you two, you leave when
she does. Got it?"

I said that I did, and then headed for the weight room. I
wasn't sure who to expect, but it sure wasn't Vivian.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I just thought I should work out," Vivian replied. "I
didn't know you were going to be here. I was just waiting
for anyone to come."

"Why? Aren't those muscles from your injection? Because if
they are, you really can't build them up much more. The
injection kind of locks things in."

Vivian looked frightened as she turned to me and thought
about what to say. It was weird, because I'd never seen her
like that. She was always taunting and aggressive.

"My injection is starting to wear off, Yonson. You probably
can't see it yet, but I can tell. And I don't want to be
like I was."

"Can't you get your injection renewed?"

"My aunt lost her medical insurance, and she can't afford to
pay for an injection outright. Neither can I. So it's this
or going back like I was."

"How was that?"

"I use to be fat, Yonson, really fat. In first and second
grade, I was the fattest kid in the class and everyone
teased me about it. Then during third grade I lived with an
uncle who had insurance, and I got injected. Somehow I
always managed to get another injection every six months but
this time there doesn't seem to be any way."

"Maybe that was baby fat, and it won't come back."

Vivian was really upset now. "I don't know why I'm tellin'
you this, Yonson, but I'm naturally a very fat person. I eat
a grape, my body wants to turn it into fat. The injections
keep that from happenin'. And on top of that, Yonson, I
fight my own battles. Sometimes that takes muscle, and
that's why I end up lookin' like a freak body builder. I've
tried it with less and had some close calls. I gotta be able
to defend myself or better yet, keep people from startin' on
me."

"Can't your aunt get insurance from the state or something?"

"That ran out too, Yonson. She's been out of work a long
time. There's not much call for her specialty anymore."

"What does she do?"

"She a stripper, an exotic dancer, whatever you want to call
it. But who goes to strip clubs anymore? You can see just as
much or more at the mall or a city park. And believe me, she
doesn't have the body for it any more. Not since she went
off the injections."

Honestly, I didn't know what to do or say. I lined up a set
of weights for Vivian, giving her about half of what I was
lifting, and we both went through my routine together. She
seemed to be having an easy time of it, so I gave her a
little more weight before the second and third programs.

After the third program Vivian helped me put the weights
away, then suddenly turned and gave me a hug. We were both a
little sweaty, which revealed our scents and made our bodies
glide against each other. She hugged and rocked a little
while longer, then I hugged back and kissed her neck.

Suddenly I felt her hand on my shoulders, my sides, my hips,
my butt. She continued rocking against me, and I against
her. I explored her body: the ribs, the small of her back,
her firm butt, her hard breasts, her jutting nipples.

Slowly and deliberately she steered our joined bodies near a
weight bench, then pulled me on top of her. She seemed to
savor my weight for a while, then rocked her hips as a
signal of readiness. I dropped my feet to the floor and
straddled her for a moment. Her eyes were closed and she was
reaching for me. Carefully, ever so carefully I entered her.

Slowly I worked my cock in circles within her, as if to
stretch the opening wider. It worked, and soon I was
penetrating deeper and deeper as well. It was like having my
cock in the grasp of some heavenly creature, and surrounded
by the mystic fluid of life itself. Then I felt my abs
against Vivian and knew I was all the way in.

Despite my expectations, the first pulse was a shock. It was
a shot of ecstasy and a loss of physical awareness, all at
once. Then came the second, even stronger. I could feel my
balls and my prostate tucked in as tight as they would go.
Exquisitely the third pulse traveled from behind my balls
into the base of my cock, down the shaft, and out the head.
I was sure I sensed every drop. Then came the fourth pulse,
the fifth, and too many to count. I began to feel my cock
surrounded not only with Vivian's juices, but my own as
well. Then I felt it on my abs, my thighs, even my calves.

Sooner than I wished, the orgasm was finished. My cock, of
course, stayed rock hard, and Vivian remained unsatisfied.
Tenderly, therefore, I leaned forward and began grinding her
mons. Once her prominence was against me, I began firmly
rolling, catching her clit buried deep within the juicy
lips. Her breathing quickened and she began moaning,
confirming I'd found the right spot. Then she screamed.
There were no words, just shouts, but her arched back and
trembling hips told me they were shouts of rapture, not of
pain or panic. Then finally she pulled me back onto her and
was silent.

For several moments we hugged, then I stood, withdrew, and
permitted her a full breath of air.

"Yonson, is this really what you guys do down here after
school?" she asked.

"Only on special occasions," I replied. "You OK?"

"Yeah, for the moment, I am. Thanks, Yonson. You OK too?"

"I'm fine."

"Uh, they got a shower down here, right? I think we could
both kinda use one."

I agreed, and led Vivian to the athletic locker room. We
showered side by side, not together, and then we then dried
ourselves with towels from the stack.

"You need a ride home?" I asked.

"I hate to show you where I live," she replied.

"It's all right. Let me tell Ms. Sprite we're leaving."

Vivian waited in the hall while I headed toward the coaching
offices. Ms. Sprite was working herself up again, this time
not even pretending to use her computer station. I waved,
she waved, and that was that.

Vivian was beyond my sight, apparently still waiting in the
hall. This gave me a moment of privacy, so I ducked into an
empty office and called Nurse Nystrom, the school nurse. As
I feared, she was gone for the day, but I left her a message
for the morning.

Neither of us said much as I took Vivian home. I, for one,
had bigger problems with my erection. Driving straight was
no problem, but then I'd turn and whack myself or get caught
in the steering wheel. Vivian, of course, seemed to think
that was great fun.

Vivian lived in an old but serviceable apartment complex in
one of the cheaper neighborhoods not far from the school.
Vivian didn't ask me in and I didn't press the issue. We
said we'd see each other the next day.

It was getting late so I drove just a few blocks before
stopping in a parking lot and calling Dr. Polk's office.
First I talked to Holly Dooley, the receptionist and records
clerk, and then with Nurse Klaus. The result wasn't entirely
satisfactory, but it was progress.

I was halfway home when Mom called from her real estate
office. Apparently, she'd worked late to close a sale and
didn't have time to fix dinner. Instead, she wanted us all
to meet at Fiedbaggs, a local restaurant, in twenty minutes.
And that, in turn, meant I didn't have time to go home and
get dressed. Great.

I almost stopped to get some clothes at Game Gear and Garb,
where I work, but then I got a return call from Nurse Klaus.
He had more of the information we'd talked about, and
suggested some Web sites to check. Things were looking up.

By then it was 5:25, and I was supposed to meet my mom at
5:30. So off to Fiedbaggs I went, presuming that dress code
wouldn't be an issue.

                          * * * * *
                              
It wasn't. Fiedbaggs was an open bistro at the mall -- kind
of like sitting outside except you were inside -- and a sign
on the hostess podium stated, "No shirt, no shoes, no pants,
no problem." I told the hostess I was looking for the Jonson
family and she, after remarking that she liked the way I
looked, led me to the table.

My mom, having come straight from the real estate office,
was of course naked. Even though most people still wore
clothes, they seemed to get a kick out of naked salespeople.
My mom's home sales had dropped to almost zero before she
stripped down, and then they skyrocketed. Lately she'd
started going naked to and from work, and around the house
as well. I didn't like it but I was starting to think I'd
better get used to it.

My dad was naked as well, with his pilot's uniform draped
across the back of his chair. Not that wearing the uniform
would have made much difference; the top was more like a
parachute harness than a shirt and there wasn't any bottom.

The twins were naked too, something they'd started in the
last week. I guess most of their twin friends were going
naked as well. "Hi, Adam," they greeted me in unison.

"Did you have a good day, Adam?" Mom asked.

"Not too bad," I replied. "Somebody stole my clothes,
though."

"I was going to ask about that," said Mom. "How could that
happen?"

"I took 'em off for swim workouts, and afterwards they were
gone," I explained. The twins giggled.

"Have you been naked all day, then?" Dad asked.

"Well, yeah. Ms. Sprite wouldn't give me a pass to go home
and get clothes. Then after school, we had an athletic
meeting and then I did weights, then I gave Vivian a ride
home, and here I am."

"I guess you must like this girl, Vivian," Mom observed with
a wink.

"No, not even close. She's nothing but trouble. I'm trying
to get her to leave me alone."

"By doing her favors, like driving her home?" Dad asked.

"She was having a tough time of something and snookered me
into it," I explained.

"Did you screw?" asked the twins.

I hesitated, unsure how much to tell a couple of 13-year-
olds. Almost immediately, however, the twins were nodding to
each other and giggling. "That'll drive 'em away every
time," my dad commented.

The conversation probably would have turned awkward at that
point, except that the waitress arrived and took our orders.
Mom ordered lemon chicken, Dad a rib steak, and the twins a
big plate of spaghetti and meatballs. I chose a beef burrito
and a couple of tacos.

The twins talked about their day, first in unison and then
alternating words. This drew some strange looks from the
other customers, and Dad finally told them to cut it out.
After that, the two of them alternated subjects. The school
had decided to sponsor doubles tennis and doubles handball
after school, and the twins were pretty excited about it.
Doubles bowling seemed to make less sense but the twins
seemed excited about that too.

Conversation slowed when the food came. Mom talked for a
while about one of her co-workers getting married, and then
Dad and I talked about the baseball standings.

Finally we were done. Mom went home with the twins, and Dad
headed to the airport for a late flight. I relished going
home to get dressed, but then my PDA announced a call from
Dan.

"Yeah, Dan. What's up?" I began.

"You wanted me to call you when Vivian had come and gone,"
Dan explained.

"Did she pick up her stuff?"

"Yeah, she even gave me that teddy bear she talked about. I
have no idea what I'm going to do with it, though."

"You could always give it to Teah."

"Yeah, but Vivian would find out about it, and then both of
them would know I gave away a gift. I'll figure something
out. So, you coming over? `Cause I'm going over to Teah's
house in a little while."

"OK, I'll be there in ten or fifteen minutes," I promised.
So much for going home and getting dressed. On my way out
the hostess gave me a wink and a come-on, but I headed
straight for the car, got in carefully, and arrived at Dan's
house with minutes to spare.

"Hey man, good speed," Dan greeted me.

"Thanks. Is my stuff in the garage?"

"Yeah, but I'm afraid it's wet. That storm on Sunday passed
through here, you know, and there was some seepage into the
garage. I'm afraid it got to your bag. You can probably just
wash your clothes and they'll be OK, though."

So much for getting dressed at Dan's house.

"How's Teah doing?" I asked, since we had a few minutes.

"Oh she's freaky, man. This morning, we met at her locker
and she took off her panties right there in the hall. Then
she wanted me to stain her skirt. Later, I guess she peed in
one of those hand showers rather than a toilet."

"Aren't you turned off by that?"

"Well, yeah, but it's kind of interesting, too. Like, why is
she so unusual all of a sudden? And is she going to find any
other kinky stuff she likes?"

"It's not so bad, pissing in the shower."

"No, I suppose not. Hey, what about Ben and that skirt he
calls a kilt?"

"If you ask me, one of those volleyball girls tricked him
into it. Ginger, Vivian, Nadia, and Teah are all cousins,
you know."

"Yeah, but that's not what Ben says."

"I know. He says he got separated from his clothes, and
wearing a skirt, or a kilt, or whatever is better than going
naked. And he claims it's so comfortable for him."

"What's that about, comfortable? How could wearing a skirt
be more comfortable that wearing pants or going without? Do
you think he's turning gay?"

"If that were true, he wouldn't be frolicking with four
girls at once."

"Good point. Are you going to try and get revenge on Nadia
and Vivian?"

"Yeah, I've got a couple of things in the works. Don't tell
anybody, OK?"

"No chance, bud. You're secret's safe with me. I've been
wanting to get back at Nadia for a long time. Hey, I gotta
run. Sorry about your clothes, man. But like I say, if
you're gonna start wearing 'em again, I think you can just
wash 'em up. Are you, by the way?"

"Am I what?"

"Gonna start wearing clothes again."

"Well, yeah. I would've worn clothes today if somebody
hadn't stolen 'em. Why? You think I shouldn't?"

"Oh, it's entirely up to you. But naked looks good on you.
And if you quit after one day of school, some people are
gonna think you're a wuss. You know, for not sticking it
out. Uh, no, not that. You know what I mean."

"I'm gonna wear clothes tomorrow, Dan. If it's so great, you
go naked."

"Well, like I said, I gotta run. See you tomorrow, hey?"

"Tomorrow," I agreed, and then both of us were off.

When I got home Mom was doing paperwork on the kitchen table
and the twins were upstairs, probably doing homework. I went
straight downstairs to wash the stuff from Dan's, and did
weights until the load was done. Then I put the wash in the
dryer and went upstairs to my room. There wasn't much
homework, just forty-five minutes or so. I knocked it out
and then called Sandra.

"Hi, Adam. What's up?" she answered.

"I take it you had a chance to talk with Nadia."

"Yes, I did, and she took the bait. Her appointment is four
o'clock tomorrow."

"Do you have a pattern picked out?"

"Yes. How's this?" Sandra asked, holding up a photo.

I nearly doubled over in laugher. "Perfect," I eventually
managed to say. "None of the other operators will give us
away, will they?"

"No. I'll clue them in ahead of time. And some of them have
grudges too."

"OK, four-thirty, then?"

"Right, four-thirty. Come in the back door and wait for your
cue. Will I see you at school tomorrow?"

"Yeah but let's take it easy, OK? Nadia and her friends are
practically stalking me. I don't want them to suspect
anything."

"Well, tomorrow, then."

"Tomorrow," I agreed, and then we disconnected.

Next I called Ben. "Hey man, it's Adam," I began. "Are you
alone?"

"Wait a minute," he cautioned, then I saw the scene change
to another room. He closed the door. "All clear," he
announced.

"Did you find out if Nadia screwed with my schedule?"

"Yeah, she did: yours and hers and Crystal's."

"What about Vivian?"

"U.S. History and Communications are the only classes you
and Vivian have in common, and Nadia didn't reschedule
either of those. That chick Vivian, though, she must be some
kind of whiz. She's also taking Honors Seminar, College
English, Law, and Calculus. Last year she took Senior
English, Algebra Trig, Accounting, Economics, Sociology, and
Physics."

"OK, you gonna take care of Nadia for that?"

"Already done. What about Crystal and Vivian?"

"I've got 'em covered. Leave 'em alone for now."

"Roger, wilco. Is that all? I'm kinda busy."

"Did any of those volleyball chicks show up today?"

"Yeah, all four. We went shopping earlier this evening and
now they're staying over. I told you I was busy. Well look,
man, I gotta go. This is gonna take a while."

"Have fun," I advised, then we broke off.

It was getting late but even so, I spent about an hour
searching the Web sites Nurse Klaus had given me, taking
notes. Eventually, I found what I needed.

The day was almost over. I took a relaxant, set my alarm for
six o'clock, then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth,
pee, and poop. Of course, peeing was the hard part, so to
speak. You might call it a case of touch and go. But go I
did, and then I fell into bed. I was too tired to mess
around with pajamas.


Wednesday


Upon awakening, the first thing I sensed was nakedness,
complete nakedness: no bedspread, no blanket, no sheet, no
bedclothes. Just me, my ever-present erection and the air.
The door was open for anyone who wanted to peek.

Dignity at that point wasn't much of an option. Blithely and
boldly I navigated the hallway and seized the bathroom
before the twins or anyone else took it over. I tried my new
pissing exercises for a few minutes, but achieved no real
success. Instead, I began my shower with cold water and
then, after relieving myself, switched to warm.

The clothes I wanted to wear had been in the bag I'd picked
up from Dan's, which meant they were in the dryer, which was
in the basement. So after drying myself, I headed
downstairs, through the kitchen, and towards the basement. I
hadn't counted on Mom being in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Adam," she greeted me. "Feeling liberated
this morning?"

"Uh, no, I was just going downstairs to get my clothes out
of the dryer," I explained. Mom made no pretense of putting
anything on.

"If you'd like to sit down, I can make you some eggs," she
offered.

It was tempting, but I wanted to get my clothes. "Can you
get them started and I'll be right back? Those clothes were
sitting wet for three days in Dan's garage, and I'm hoping
they're not stained."

"Suit yourself," Mom replied, and then I headed down the
stairs. A few items were stained, but it looked as if
another washing would clear that up. I threw those into the
washer and started a new cycle.

The rest of the items were OK. I selected some socks,
briefs, pants, and a shirt, and then I carefully put them
on. The rest I folded and took upstairs.

Mom was just finishing my eggs, and smiled as I sat down
carefully. "Those pants can't be comfortable," she remarked.

"They beat being naked," I replied.

"Well, if you say so. Here are your eggs. I made you some
toast, too."

"With strawberry jam?"

"Yes, your favorite. Do you want milk or orange juice?"

"Milk. Thanks, mom, you're the greatest." She was, too, even
though she remained naked while watching me eat.

When I'd finished eating, I cleared and rinsed my dishes,
then went upstairs to put away my clothes and get the rest
of my things for school. Today, I was going to be prepared:
I was going to bring a spare lock and some gym clothes.

On my way out, Mom stopped me for a kiss, and to tease me
about my slightly awkward gait. In fact, if I didn't know
better, I'd say she cupped me and tried to adjust things
down there.

Ms. Sprite had arrived a few minutes before me, but Olivia
was nevertheless waiting outside the gym door. "Adam, I
almost didn't recognize you," she teased.

"I'm not really into the naked thing, you know. If we have
to do it for athletics, well, we have to do it. But that's
as far as I go."

"C'mon, let's get ready for our shower," Olivia suggested,
then she treated me to a show of her undulating shoulders
and butt. Soon we were in the athletic locker room.

As I had the day before, I grabbed a locker basket,
undressed, and threw in my clothes. Then, I threw in my gym
clothes. Olivia seemed to enjoy the show.

"Will Rita and Serena be in the bleachers again?" I asked
her.

"Yes, we drive in together," she replied.

"Do you think one of them would hold my PDA and let me know
if a call comes in?"

"I'm sure they would," Olivia answered, so I kept the PDA,
put the basket back in its slot, and snapped on the extra
lock I brought. I gave both the lock and the basket a good
pull, then headed with Olivia toward the showers.

If anything, Olivia was more forward than on Tuesday. As
soon as the shower heads were running, she clamped onto me
with both arms and a leg. The water gushed rapidly down our
hair, across our joined faces, down our chests, our sides,
our abs, our butts, our legs. With one hand she began
drawing soap and smearing it between us. My hands explored
her firm butt and tender nipples.

Gently, she rolled my back onto the floor. Then she laid on
top of me, inverted so her face was over my cock and her
nether lips were over my face. Simultaneously, we engulfed
each other's sex.

My tongue explored Olivia's smooth, hairless slit. Her aroma
was powerful and intoxicating. I savored and reveled in her
taste. Meanwhile, her lips and her tongue encircled and
massaged my raging cock. Surely this was the most intimate,
the most sensory-laden of all sex acts, even without the
water falling around us and snaking toward the drain.

Suddenly, I felt my ejaculation begin. Olivia took me
deeper, and began alternately swallowing and breathing. I
know because I felt her breath against my balls. On and on I
pumped, longer than I thought possible. Meanwhile, my tongue
found Olivia's clitty and I began licking as fast and
furiously as I could. When Olivia came, I felt her thighs
kicking, her pussy flexing, and her hips bucking. And her
scent, oh, her scent grew stronger than ever. Yes, it was
powerful, but it was also deeply sexual, a woman's most
intimate response. I couldn't understand what anyone found
offensive about it.

We both relaxed a moment, then stood to flush our juices.
Olivia peed and so did I. Then, after shaking off a bit, I
picked up my PDA and we headed toward the pool.

                          * * * * *
                              
Rita was dressed in a lacy bra and panties, and Serena was
wearing a tiny black lycra cocktail dress. Rita agreed to
hold my PDA and let me know if a call came in.

As on Tuesday, the workout consisted primarily of swimming
laps. I was just getting into my zone when Olivia noticed
Rita waving at us. It was 7:35, which was about the time I
expected.

The call, as I'd hoped, was from Nurse Nystrom. Dripping
wet, I stepped away from Rita and Serena, then explained to
Nurse Nystrom what I needed. When she responded, I knew at
last that things were starting to fit together. To be sure,
I called Dr. Polk's office and spoke with Holly Dooley for a
few minutes. Then, I told the PDA to call Vivian.

"Hullo?" she answered.

"Vivian, it's Adam."

"Who?"

"Adam. Adam Jonson."

"Who?" she asked again, then there was a long pause.

"Adam Jonson," I repeated.

"Yonson! Is that you? Why didn't you say so?"

"Uh, look, Vivian, I think I have some information that'll
help you out. You might want to record this."

"I got it."

"OK. When you get to school this morning, go see Nurse
Nystrom and tell her you need a Department of Education form
DE-237, Medical Necessity for Education. You'll need to give
her permission to access your medical records, then she'll
print it out for both of you to sign.

"Then go to the office and tell them you need a BMHS form BM-
20, Evidence of Scholastic Standing. The computers can print
that out in just a few minutes. Then ask Mr. Sippling, the
assistant principal, to notarize both forms.

"Now, the next part has to do with your aunt. She needs to
speak with the apartment manager or whoever's in charge this
morning, and have them fill out a state form RS-2741, Status
of Dependent Minor. That's going to say that you've been
living in your aunt's apartment and as her dependent for at
least six months. Make sure the manager signs it.

"Then, you aunt needs to appear in person at the
unemployment office and get a Department of Economic
Assistance form DEO-6. That proves that her unemployment
benefits and health insurance have run out.

"So that's four forms you need to collect. They're all
paper, which I know is archaic, but that's the way the
government works. Now, you also need to call my doctor's
office, Dr. Polk, and talk to the receptionist, Holly
Dooley. She holding an appointment open for you and your
aunt at four o'clock today, but you need to call her this
morning and confirm that. You and your aunt bring in those
four forms at four o'clock this afternoon, and Holly will do
the rest of the paperwork so both of you can get your
injections."

I have to admit, I was feeling rather proud of myself at
that moment. Figuring out all that paperwork and setting up
the appointments in less than a day seemed like a pretty
fine piece of work. Vivian, however, remained silent.

"Vivian, are you there?" I finally asked.

"Yeah. Is this some kind of trick, Yonson? Because if it
is."

"No, Vivian, I think this is really going to work. Nurse
Nystrom will look up your old DNA analysis and if it's like
you say, she'll certify that gaining that much weight will
affect your grades. The form from the office proves that
your grades are good enough to save. The form from your
apartment manager proves that you're living with your aunt,
and the form from the unemployment office proves that she
can't pay for the injections. If you give Holly Dooley those
forms, she can do the rest and the state will pay."

"My aunt has no way of getting to the unemployment office."

"OK, let me work on that, and I'll call you back as soon as
I have an answer. What's your aunt's number?"

"She doesn't have one. You have to call the neighbor."

"OK, give me the neighbor's number. And what's your aunt's
name?"

"Yonson, what's this all about?" she asked.

"It's about your injection."

"Yeah, but why?"

"Well, it ran out. That's what you told me yesterday."

"No, why did you get involved in all this?"

"Let's just say I didn't want a fat chick harassing me."

For a second, I thought Vivian sniffled. It was hard to say,
though, whether she was humiliated, touched, or unaffected.
Perhaps I imagined it.

"You're sure this isn't a trick?" she asked again.

"Vivian, look, if it were a trick, you'd find out as soon as
you talked to Nurse Nystrom or went to the office. It
wouldn't be much of a prank. Why would I bother? No, I
really think this is going to work, and so does Holly
Dooley. And Holly's been handling medical claims since
before we were born. Now, are you OK with this?"

"I guess."

"So give me your aunt's name and the number."

Vivian gave me her aunt's name, Marjorie Major, the
neighbor's number, and the number at the apartment office.

"OK, I'm going to work on that ride for your aunt. OK?"

"OK."

"I'll be in touch, I promised," then I broke the connection.

It looked like I was going to miss most of the workout, but
nevertheless I called my mom.

"Adam, I'm surprised you called," she answered. I was
getting a torso shot, head to waist.

"Hey mom," I began, "remember how before I had my diver's
license, sometimes the real estate courier would give me a
ride somewhere? Like to a doctor's appointment after school
or something?"

"Yes, Adam, I remember."

"Well, I'm trying to help somebody out here; they've been
away from medical coverage and they really need to get back
on. And to do that, her aunt needs to appear in person at
the unemployment office today. Do you suppose the courier
could give her a ride?"

"I don't know, Adam. That's really not what the courier is
for. And our regular day-shift courier just quit. The
evening and weekend courier has moved up to days, but things
are still a little tight."

"Is Wednesday a busy day?"

"No, now that you mention it, it's not. Is this really
important to you, Adam?"

"Yes, Mom, it is."

"Well, OK, if the courier can't do it, I'll handle it
myself. Do you have the name, the address, and a phone
number?"

Thankfully, I gave my mom the information, then I told her
she was the greatest. Then we said I-love-you and
disconnected.

Rita was giving me the eye as I placed another call to
Vivian.

"Yonson, what now?" Vivian answered.

"Uh, look, I arranged a ride for your aunt. It'll be someone
from Bogswamp Realty."

"Who the heck is that?"

"That's the realty company where my mom works. It'll be
either the office courier or my mom driving."

"Your mom would take my aunt to the unemployment office?"

"Let's just say I asked her real nice."

"Something doesn't add up here, Yonson, but I'm going to
give this a try. I'm just getting's off the bus in front of
school, so next stop will be the nurse."

"Good. She waiting for you, and I really think this whole
deal is going to work out. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, I bet you will. Later," she said, and then she broke
the connection.

                          * * * * *
                              
By then it was a little past eight o'clock and workouts were
almost over. I finished as many laps as I could, then Ms.
Sprite blew the whistle and we all returned to the locker
room.

The lock on my basket was secure but the safety of the
contents was another matter. At first I couldn't believe it,
but then I had to admit it was true. Someone had soaked my
clothes in glue, and quick-drying glue at that. There was no
way I could separate anything and put it on.

"Adam, does someone have it in for you?" Olivia asked.

"So it would seem," I replied angrily. "And if Ms. Sprite
wouldn't give me a pass to go home and get dressed
yesterday, I don't suppose she will today, either."

"Maybe you could look around and find the bottle of glue,"
Olivia suggested.

"That's quite a long shot. If we find it sitting out or in
the garbage, there's no telling who used it. And if it's
someone's drawer or locker, we won't find it."

"Well, you should file a report at the office, or at least
tell Ms. Sprite."

First period was due to start in just a couple of minutes,
so I decided to talk with Ms. Sprite. She was still naked,
of course, but to my relief, she wasn't masturbating. She
was supportive, but she hadn't seen anyone messing with my
basket and she wasn't aware of any similar incidents. She
promised to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

On my way out, I noticed her supply cabinet was open and
took a peek inside. But there was nothing inside except some
pens, some paper, and a bottle of relaxants. No glue and no
drippings.


Period 1 - Gym


Gym class began with homeroom announcements. Ms. Sprite
punched a few buttons on a remote control, and the picture
appeared on the scoreboard video. It was actually kind of
cool.

Ms. Holloway, the principal, seemed to be broadcasting from
the Communications room. The camera operator had chosen a
head-to-waist shot that provided a nice view of her tits.
She began speaking as soon as the eight-thirty bell stopped
ringing.

"Good morning teachers and students. There are just a couple
of announcements today. First, teachers, please stop sending
students to the office because of inappropriate dress.
There's no such offense this year. If a student is wearing a
piece of clothing that physically interferes with class
activities, just tell the student to take it off.

"Second, students, please stop asking the office if a
particular item of clothing is OK. Which part of, `no dress
code,' do you not understand? As to clothing that physically
interferes with class activities, you should be able to
figure that out.

"I guess there's some confusion about the student lounge.
It's on the third floor, main building, west wing. It's not
fancy, but there are some couches, daybeds, ottomans,
wrestling pads, and so forth in there. You can use the
lounge before or after class, or you can get a pass during
study hall or lunch. I must warn you, though, that the
occupancy limit is 66 people, and we're enforcing that.

"The student council will have a meeting after school at
three-fifteen today. If you're a class officer or
representative, please attend.

"That's all for this morning. Have an enjoyable and
productive day."

While Holloway was speaking, I took a quick census of the
class. The same four students were naked: me, Crystal, her
pompom friend Kristin, and the guy I didn't know. Of the
rest, about a third were in gym shorts and t-shirts, a third
were in street clothes, and a third had gone weird. For
example, one guy showed up in a swimsuit, scuba mask, and
flippers.

Ms. Sprite jumped up naked on the first row of bleachers and
addressed the class.

"Good morning, people. Today's activity is sprinting, and
we'll do it outdoors. As soon as I open the southeast door,
everyone should file out and line up in groups of four along
the football practice field. One group on the ten yard line,
one group on the fifteen, and so forth."

"Those of you wearing long pants or dresses, I suggest you
take `em off. They'll only slow you down and heat you up.
Some of you others, I'll be pulling aside and making you
leave things in the gym. You probably know who you are.
Let's go."

The four of us who were naked ended up at the end of the
line, which gave us a chance to watch the others pass
inspection. Some of those in street clothes did leave their
pants, skirts, or dresses in the gym, giving the rest of us
an underwear show. The guy with the scuba mask and flippers
had to leave them behind, of course, One girl made a big
fuss about leaving her evening gown in the gym, most likely
because under it, she was commando. A couple of girls had to
get rid of high heels, and a guy in suspender shorts had to
leave his wooden shoes behind.

Tess Palmer, who'd worn the cabaret outfit Tuesday, was
wearing a belly dancer's outfit complete with satin
slippers, finger cymbals, harem pants, hip belt, bolero
vest, and veils. Somehow that passed except for the
slippers.

The drill turned out to be running one-by-one across the
football field. When all four runners in a group were
across, they ran back one-by-one to the starting point. The
four of us who were naked ended up in one group, furthest
from the building.

Kristin Schaik, the pompom girl, was the first runner in our
group. So, when Ms. Sprite blew her whistle, Kristin
immediately headed across the field. She wasn't a
particularly fast runner, but I gave her ten out of ten on
style.

Just as I was admiring the way Kristin's shoulders, thighs,
and butt combined in motion, Crystal struck up a
conversation with the other naked guy in our group. "Aren't
you Cliff Liepper?" she asked him.

"Yeah, that's right," he answered shyly.

"You wore clothes all last year, didn't you? I think that's
why I didn't recognize you."

"Yeah, this is my parents' idea. Over the summer, they
decided the whole family should go naked."

"What led up to that?" I asked, sensing a parallel to my own
situation.

"We were a pretty normal family until some friends of my
parents, the Geumpers, talked 'em into a combined family
vacation. It was at this naked resort in the islands."

"So when you got there, did everybody have to take their
clothes off?" Crystal asked.

"Nothing so easy," Cliff replied. "A couple of weeks before
we left, my parents decided we should all go naked around
the house. If we went out with friends or something, though,
we could still get dressed for that. Then, the last weekend
before we left, the whole family went naked to a water park.
After that we went out naked to dinner a couple of times.
But the weirdest was on the day we left. When the airport
van came, we left the house and got in with no clothes, no
luggage, nothing but some sandals and our PDA's. That was
pretty strange."

"Did you have your own room at this resort?"

"Naw, that was weird, too. They only got two rooms, one for
the parents and one for the kids. So my two sisters and I
were together with Sam, Randy, and Wanda Geumpers, all in
one room with two beds, a toilet, and a sink. No closets, no
coat hangers, no dressers, no suitcase racks, nothing."

"No shower or tub?"

"Well, we really didn't need one. We were swimming every
day, and they had some outdoor showers on the way to the
beach. But they were just showerheads hanging from an
overhead beam."

By then Crystal had already run her sprint, and I was late
taking mine. So I took off, bouncing across the grass, with
most of the people in the next two groups watching either my
erect cock or my bouncing butt. Cliff, of course, wasn't
much better off. Kristin began her return sprint.

"So, the six of you in the same room, were you all about the
same age?" I asked Cliff.

"Oh yeah, we were all in high school, if you count Sam just
graduating from eighth grade. At first we tried each family
in its own bed, but I didn't like laying there naked with my
sisters. My sisters didn't like rubbing against me either,
and the Guempers were having the same problem.

"Then we tried all the boys in one bed and all the girls in
the other, but that was weird, too. So after a while we just
mixed it up and it didn't matter any more. I mean, we were
hanging around together all day anyway, and we'd touch
during swimming, or volleyball, or showers, or whatever."

"What about your parents?"

"I guess they mixed it up, too. I mean, after the first
couple of days, my mom was pretty open about touching Mr.
Guempers. My dad and Mrs. Guempers touched pretty often,
too. You know, pats on the butt, tweaks on the nipple, hugs,
that sort of thing. Us kids started doing it too, and the
adults thought it was cute."

"I'm surprised you didn't have an orgy every night."

"Oh, we did. During the day, too, especially the second
week. And sometimes we'd hook up with other kids at the
resort. We knew everybody was up-to-date with their STD and
contraception shots, because you couldn't make a reservation
without proof."

"So what? You all got home and your parents made everything
permanent?"

"Yeah, we spent a day getting all the clothes out of the
house and putting `em in storage. My folks stopped my
sisters and me from fooling around, though, unless more
people are involved. Like, sometimes the parents have two
parties at once, one for themselves and one for the older
kids. And sometimes we just have teen parties. The thing is,
I thought I'd finally gotten cool with the whole naked
thing, and than I came to school and it's all weird again.
You know what I mean?"

"Yes I do, Cliff. Yes I surely do," I thought. Being at a
naked sex resort for two weeks hadn't prepared Cliff Liepper
for two days at Bald Mountain High. Wonderful.

At that point, almost everyone was watching Tess Palmer run
across the field in her belly dancing outfit, or even better
catch her breath, or best of all belly dance. Except,
apparently, Ms. Sprite, who noticed that no one from our
group was running. She looked like she was ready to go
ballistic about it so I took my jog to the other side and
struck up a conversation with Kristin.

"Have you been going naked long?" I asked.

"Not as long as I wanted to," she replied. "My parents are,
like, way totally against it. I tried going naked around the
house a couple of times when I was, like, a sophomore, and
they just flipped out. I mean stuff like going from my
bedroom to the bath, or watching television, or eating
breakfast. What's lewd about that? They even make me wear
pajamas or a nightie. I usually ditch the bottoms once I'm
under the covers, though."

"So how do you get out of the house?"

"I have to put clothes on. Like this morning I put on a
frumpy blouse and a pair of jeans my mom bought me. But as
soon as I was a couple of blocks from the house, I pulled
over and dumped everything in the trunk. I mean, who needs
that?"

"That's what you do every time? You get undressed right
there on the street?"

"Yeah, or the parking lot, or whatever."

"You ever get caught?"

"Yeah, they caught me a couple of times. Like, I didn't know
my parents were going to the mall, and I went too. They sent
me home, which I didn't do right away, and then later they
yelled at me. But what are they gonna do? Take away my
skin?"

"Why go naked at all?" I asked.

"Huh? Well, I have to for pompom. And after everybody sees
you for that, what's left to hide? And most of my friends do
it. I dunno, after a while, it just seems free and easy."

Our group was behind the count again, which resulted in a
glare and a fearsome whistle from Ms. Sprite. So for the
rest of the period, we quietly ran our laps. I still felt as
if everyone was watching me, but I suppose they were really
looking at Crystal and Kristin.

On our way back inside, a guy carrying his pants fell into
step beside me. Apparently he hadn't brought any gym
clothes, and his pants got too hot or too tight during the
sprints.

"Is your name Adam?" he asked.

"Yes, that's right," I replied, wondering what he had to
say.

"My name's Gary. Gary Fischbak. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I ventured, now wondering how I'd gotten into the
advice business.

"What's it like being like that all the time?"

"You mean erect?"

"Well yeah, but no, uh, what I really meant was, what's it
like being naked all the time?"

"It's a lot like wearing clothes, but without the clothes,"
I replied. "I don't like it."

"Really? Then why do you do it? Do your parents make you?"

"No, people keep stealing or ruining my clothes. I guess
they like seeing me naked, even though I don't like being
this way."

"I guess they like the way you look, huh?"

"I suppose."

"Girls? Is it girls who like the way you look?"

"Yeah, so they say. Why do you ask?" I was beginning to hope
he would change the subject.

"Well, you know, I've thought about it, but I never thought
I'd go through with it. I thought everyone would laugh at me
or something. But no one laughed at me this morning, even
though I was running around in my underpants." Of course,
the fact that that everyone was watching Tess Palmer rather
than this Gary kid might have had something to do with it.

"Well, that's something."

"These aren't even a very good pair," Gary admitted.

"So throw 'em out," Crystal interjected. At her voice, Gary
jumped almost a foot.

"You think I should go without underwear?" Gary somehow
managed to ask.

"Well, if you gonna ditch the pants, you oughta ditch the
underwear, too," remarked Kristin.

"So, you two girls think I should go without pants? Aren't
you in the pompom squad?"

"Yes and yes," they replied in unison. It was actually kind
of funny.

"I don't know if I could so that," Gary objected.

"Just give 'em to me," Kristin ordered. Then sure enough,
Gary stepped out of his underpants and handed them to
Kristin. Crystal took his pants.

"See, nobody's laughing," Kristin said after we all walked a
little further. Tess was making a remarkable amount of noise
with her finger cymbals and hip belt.

"This is weird, feeling the air all around me," Gary
remarked.

Inside, we all showered in the same general area. Gary
seemed to be having the time of his life, so much that after
drying he abandoned his shirt as well. He looked a little
weird wearing wing tip shoes and dark socks but fortunately,
nobody laughed. In fact, Crystal managed to signal Tess
Palmer behind Gary's back, and Tess game him a quick pubic
trim and blow job on his way out.

Kristin threw out Gary's bad underwear and Crystal left his
pants on the locker room bench. Unfortunately, they were
both too small for me. The underwear and the pants, that is.

"I hope I didn't mislead him," I remarked aloud.

"He got what he wanted," said Crystal.

"C'mon, let's get to Communications," I urged, and then we
were off.


Period 2 - Communications


As Crystal and I worked our way through the crowded
hallways, it was obvious that the lack of a dress code was
having an increasing effect. The majority of people were
wearing completely normal clothes, of course, and a few like
us were naked. But a sizable minority were wearing
swimsuits, pajamas, underwear, bathrobes, nighties, odd
uniforms, evening gowns, cocktail dresses, stage costumes,
or last year's Halloween costume. Another group was either
topless or bottomless, but not both. Others left things
unbuttoned, unzipped, or just generally open.

Nadia was late getting to Communications, so I ended up
sitting between Vivian and Crystal. Vivian was oddly
distant, but mentioned that my mom had picked up her aunt.
She threw some strange looks at Crystal, too.

Mr. Magnusson began the class with a lecture on tips for
interviewing. He was a good speaker; I have to give him
that. He talked a lot about knowing the audience and its
preferences, getting to know the person in advance, having a
prepared list of questions, and not looking at the camera.

Nadia finally showed up, but was twenty minutes late. Mr.
Magnusson was perturbed and, after speaking with her quietly
for a moment, told her she'd have to present her excuse to
the whole class. Then, as confirmation, he positioned her on
the floor spot that was under the microphone and on-camera.

"Class," Magnusson announced, "please pay close attention to
Miss Blosser's posture, expression, enunciation, and overall
composure. Once she's finished, I'll be asking you to turn
in your thoughts. Miss Blosser, please begin."

"Good morning, everyone," Nadia began a little nervously.
Her voice sounded strange coming through a dozen television
speakers at once.

"This all started when I got to first-period study hall this
morning. That's when the monitor told me my schedule change
had been approved. The thing is, I never requested a
schedule change! But that didn't matter! The monitor made me
go to a class called Medieval Knitting in room 397B, which
turned out to be a janitor's closet!"

"Then I went to the office, but they said everything was OK!
Except that second period, I was supposed to take
Transcendental Cooking in room 201C. And that room turned
out to be an old boy's washroom that was locked because it
hasn't been remodeled yet. But I never requested any of
those changes!"

"Odd you should mention that," said Mr. Magnusson. "I
received a notice this morning that you were transferring
into a class called Celestial Spelunking, and the room
number looked like the markings on a manhole cover. But tell
us, Miss Blosser, why you didn't just phone the office?"

"Since yesterday my PDA has been acting up," Nadia
explained. "Every hour or two it's something different. This
morning, it was choked with thousands of messages telling me
I may have already won 10,000 drachma for subscribing to
magazines from Greece. Oh wait. Now the messages say I've
won a beauty contest, and to get my prize I need to pay the
$1,000 entry fee. This one claims I've been named Miss
Crowheart, Wyoming."

"Very well, Miss Blosser. You may sit down," Magnusson
finally allowed. Unfortunately, the only place left was the
talk show guest chair where Crystal sat on Tuesday.

Magnusson gave us the rest of the period to write up our
evaluation of Nadia's delivery. It was tough not being too
hard on her, and not incriminating myself or Ben.
Eventually, though, I was satisfied with my report. I
submitted it just as the bell rang.


Period 3 English


On the way to English I decided to try my luck taking a pee.
Of course, nothing can ever be simple. Because Crystal had
the same English class coming up, we were walking together,
and she followed me right into the washroom. Thanks again,
Equal Access To Facilities Act, I thought.

Even then, Crystal wasn't about to leave me alone. The
second I found an open urinal, she took the toilet next to
me. Cursing silently, I closed my eyes and tried to relax my
never-ending nightmare of a hard-on. Deliberately I let my
mind go blank, and then I concentrated on the biggest
turnoffs I could recall: pigs wallowing in the muck, stale
cigar smoke, the cafeteria garbage, Mr. Kent from English
class feasting on bangers and mash. Curiously it was the Mr.
Kent bit plus some meditation that did the trick. Silently
and fervently I hoped it wasn't Mr. Kent himself, but the
bangers and mash that made the difference. Perhaps the
thought of food diverted blood from my dick to my digestive
tract. Or so I hoped.

Thus relieved I opened my eyes. Crystal was standing just
inches to my right, taking a keen interest in developments
involving my crotch.

"It just pops back up like that, huh?" she asked. Without
thinking she reached toward my cock, then on second thought
she withdrew her hand.

"Yeah. The hard part is getting it to go down. How long have
you been watching?"

"Long enough," she replied, once again reaching forward.
This time she had no second thoughts.

"You know, you really ought to ask before grabbing a guy
like that. It's not like I'm in The Program this week. The
Program doesn't start until next week."

"It's really warm, isn't it? I can feel the blood running
through it. Oh, you have a drop right here at the end. Let
me wipe that." To perform that task, Crystal knelt in front
of me, touched the mysterious drop, and then flicked it into
the urinal.

"We need to leave now, otherwise we'll be late for English,"
I noted, gently turning her face away from where it was
headed.

"You sure?" Crystal asked.

"Yeah, that guy Kent doesn't seem like the type who accepts
excuses. And he'll remember you coming in last yesterday."

"That was excused."

"Even so. Maybe later, huh, when there's time for both of
us? C'mon, let's go."

                          * * * * *
                              
English was still a fairly conservative class. Sandra was
dressed in red pantyhose and a matching red camisole, but as
agreed she ignored me. Crystal and I were still the only
naked students, and we sat together in the back. A guy named
Ken Stikowski came in without a shirt, revealing pierced
nipples. A girl named Nelly Poundstone was tooling around in
thong panties and a full-length denim apron.

If Roland Kent took any notice of these antics, he gave no
evidence. The instant the bell rang, he announced that for
the next three days we'd be reading and discussing passages
from Anais Nin. Kent would have us read a passage, then
discuss it as a class for ten minutes, then read the passage
and discuss it again. Reading the first passage the first
time was kind of difficult and boring, but then everyone
seemed to get rolling. The end of the period actually came
too soon.


Lunch


Lunch started out pretty well. I got through the serving
line without banging my dick even once, Nadia had staked out
the same table for us, and I didn't get that many butt slaps
on the way. Ben, Dan, and Vivian arrived a few minutes after
me.

Nadia's PDA was receiving thousands of messages a second
touting stock for various obscure companies. Dan made a good
show of trying to repair it, but proclaimed the problem too
difficult.

Ben arrived wearing a yellow tank top, sneakers, and a blue,
plaid, pleated skirt. I mean kilt. It didn't look like a
true tartan, though. Apparently, this is what he and the
volleyball girls from Outer Midlands had been shopping for
the previous evening.

When Teah showed up, she was dripping wet. She was wearing
one of her usual light cotton dresses, but after Gym class
she'd apparently showered in it. This made her bra and her
lack of panties perfectly visible.

Rita Rodriguez showed up with Owen Barnes in tow. Owen was
wearing his zipperless pants from the day before. Rita was
still in the same bra and panties she'd worn during
workouts, both somewhat the worse for wear.

"How's it goin', Owen?" Nadia asked.

Owen stammered for a few moments, then Rita took over and
stated, "Nadia, Owen wants to know if you'd cut the zippers
out of the rest of his pants."

"I'm really not a seamstress," Nadia deferred. "All it takes
is a scissors. Can't you or Owen do it?"

"Well actually, he needs the opening lengthened and
enlarged," Rita explained. I began to wonder whose idea this
really was.

"I do tailoring and alterations, "Crystal volunteered.
"Denim is hard to sew, though, and that means I'd have to
use my seamstress's machine. So, I'd have to charge you
maybe ten bucks a pair and give her a percentage. How many
pairs do you have?"

"Uh, let's say four or five for now," Owen mumbled.

"All right, look, I'm going to be at her house this
afternoon. Can you come in at four o'clock for a fitting?"

"Uh, I guess," Owen agreed. "Where is it?"

"Here, I'll send you the address," Crystal said. Then, they
linked PDA's so Crystal could send her card and the
seamstress's, and Owen and Rita could send theirs.

"Do you alter skirts as well?" Rita asked.

"Yeah, actually, most of our work is women's wear. You
gettin' tired of the underwear look?"

"No. It's kind of fun, but I like to change styles from day
to day."

"OK, just be there with the clothes at four," Crystal
instructed, and then Owen and Rita disappeared. Things were
definitely getting spooky.

Vivian was strangely quiet through most of the lunch period.
I began to worry something had gone wrong with my plan, but
then she stood up and asked me to come with her for a
minute. After we dropped off our trays, she led me toward a
niche in the hallway.

"I just wanted to tell you, Yonson, that the school nurse
and the office knew about those forms, and they got 'em all
filled out for me," she stated quietly. To avoid being
overheard, she stood within inches of me. Scant inches.
Maybe less.

"Your mom picked up my aunt this morning, and that went OK,
too," she continued. "My aunt got the form you mentioned
from the unemployment office, then she called the real
estate office and the courier took her home. The apartment
manager is filling out the last form right now. So,
everything you said is checking out, at least so far."

"Good. Did you confirm the appointments with Dr. Polk?"

"Oh yeah, I did that, too. So that checked out. Yonson,
what's going on here?" She moved even closer, impossible as
that seemed.

"I'd say you described it pretty well."

"No, Yonson. This started happening too fast, and it's going
too easy. And I don't get what's in it for you."

"You said that without a new injection, you'd get hopelessly
fat. I don't want a fat chick bugging me, so I spent five
minutes making a few phone calls. You're doing all the
work." Her nipples touched my chest and my cock head touched
her abs. Instinctively, I held her waist. For a brief
moment, I was glad to be naked.

"That story is horseshit and you know it," Vivian stated
plainly. "And is that how you see me? Some muscle-bound
chick who keeps bugging you?" She began caressing my waist.

"I really don't think you're muscle-bound," I said,
exploring her taut, muscular hips.

"That's not the point either. Well look, Yonson, I'm going
to keep playing this game just to see where it leads. But if
there's a catch or a trick at the end of it, you're gonna
pay. Understand?" She moved forward another half inch,
forcing my cock to slither across her belly. It left a trail
of fluid.

"Understand. Do you and your aunt have a way of getting to
Dr. Polk's?" By then, I was firmly massaging her solid and
naked butt. Traffic in the hallway was increasing.

"No." Another half-inch forward.

"OK, meet me after school at the door near the parking lot.
We'll get your aunt and then I'll drop you off at the
doctor's. Do you need a ride home, too?" I pulled her even
closer and spoke even more softly.

"Yes." The scent of her arousal was distinctly obvious.

"Well, I have an errand to run, but I'll come back and get
you. Call me when you and your aunt are done. OK?" She
reached between us, gently pointed my cock upward, and began
rolling softly against me.

"Yeah, OK, but I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, Yonson."
I pulled her butt even closer.

"Don't look for trouble where there isn't any," I advised,
then the end-of-lunch bell rang and we headed to U.S.
History.


Period 4 - U.S. History


Mr. Laitle's room was nearly full when Vivian and I arrived
for History class. We could have sat together but Vivian
chose instead to sit near Gary Fischbak (the guy Crystal,
Kristin, and I talk talked out of his clothes that morning
in gym class). I, therefore, took one of the few remaining
spots: a seat near the center of the room.

Just as the bell rang Mr. Laitle entered the room wearing
another rumpled unfashionable suit. Almost immediately he
started showing slides and covering the obligatory material
about Eric the Red, Lief Ericson, and other early explorers.
Then, he launched into a spiel about the European political
situation in the 1400's. Fascinating stuff, I've been told.

I wasn't entirely sure what to make of Vivian's behavior
during lunch and before class, but that didn't surprise me.
As smart as she was, and as self-defensive, she was
certainly a difficult person to figure out. By sitting with
Gary she might have been pulling away from me, but just as
likely she might have been taunting me. Or something else
may have been going on. Who knew?

One thing I did know is that quite a few girls were sitting
around me, and several of them were ogling. It certainly
wasn't as if I had any place to hide. The chairs were the
kind with a bookshelf below and a writing surface on top,
just as schools had used since the twentieth century.

Mostly the girls seemed to be watching my dick, which would
twitch up and down occasionally, but they got an eyeful of
the rest of me as well. I suppose it would have been
flattering to some people but I was just embarrassed.

By the end of the class Mr. Laitle had reached the 1480's
and I was ready to take a piss. Two of the girls who'd been
ogling me were Katie Sullivan and Erin Shaunessy, who I'd
stained the previous day in gym and sure enough, as soon as
class ended, they were begging.

"Adam, that was so cool, what you did yesterday," Katie
began. "Would you do it again?" She was dressed in a fairly
ordinary blouse and short shorts.

I really needed to take a pee, so I answered. "OK, but let's
go to the washroom. Is that all right?"

It was, so the three of us went in together and found an
open space along the wall. Katie immediately dropped to her
knees and began sucking me off. She was good at it too; I'll
give her that. I started spurting after only a minute or so,
and Katie aimed the stream around the front of her blouse.
When I was done, she unbuttoned her blouse and took off the
bra.

I was a little slower with Erin but not much. She was
wearing a tube top and jeans, and managed to get cum all the
way from her neck to her knees. Katie offered me her bra,
which I refused because I had no use for it, and then the
two of them were off happily to their next class.

As I took my pee, I noticed Vivian doing her business at the
other side of the room. We happened to leave at about the
same time.

"Three o'clock at the door near the parking lot," I reminded
her.

"This I gotta see," Vivian remarked, and then we both rushed
to our classes.


Period 5 - Math


In Math I took the same back row seat as Tuesday. Crystal
and Kristin arrived less than a minute later and seemed to
be in the middle of some discussion. They briefly took the
seats on either side of me, then asked me to hold them. The
seats, that is, not the girls. The girls went and huddled in
a corner, continuing their discussion.

It was odd seeing the two of them so close together like
that. I suppose they were trying to avoid being overheard,
but their nipples were within an inch of touching. Crystal
put her hands on Kristen's shoulders, as if to emphasize a
point or show empathy, and then Kristin was suddenly holding
Crystal's waist. Their butts and thighs flexed as they spoke
and made their points.

I guess I must've been staring, because when Crystal looked
in my direction she threw me a dirty look. That's when the
bell rang and Ms. Newton entered the room. The girls quickly
took their places but continued in some kind of sign
language until Ms. Newton began speaking. Even then, they
continued wiggling and smirking at each other. It was kind
of distracting.

Ms. Newton looked like she'd dressed for a fitness class,
not Math. She was wearing a black Lycra unitard -- the kind
with bicycle shorts built in -- and a pink scarf tied around
her waist. I have to admit, she looked good in it and seemed
to move about quite freely. My appreciation for curve
fitting increased.

In fact, however, Ms. Newton launched into a review of the
algebra and trigonometry concepts we'd supposedly learned as
juniors. Most of it seemed at least vaguely familiar, but
just the same I tried to pay attention.

Crystal was a tough one to figure out. Nadia, while working
in the school office, had obviously planted Crystal in most
of my classes, or me in Crystal's. I suppose that was so
Crystal could keep an eye on me. But why? Was it Vivian's
idea, or Nadia's, or Crystal's? And what was Crystal
watching for? And why would Crystal, as a friend of
Vivian's, come on to me?

And what were Crystal and Kristin up to? Was it just idle
girl talk, or were they plotting something? And if they were
plotting, against who?

Compared to all that, the concepts of sine, cosine, and
tangent started looking simple. In fact, you could throw in
a couple of cotangents and secants and still be ahead.

Eventually, of course, the bell rang and we all stood up to
leave. Then, to my surprise, Crystal gave me a hug. Kristin,
meanwhile, slid her fingernail up and down my side. Finally,
after patting my butt, both of them sped off to their next
class. Go figure.


Period 6 - Spanish


Spanish, by comparison, was refreshingly simple. Olivia,
Serena, Rita, and Owen sat in the front corner of the
classroom, and I sat with Nadia in the back.

There was some question, of course, whether Nadia, Vivian,
Crystal, or anyone else knew that Olivia and I were shower
buddies at swim workouts. I don't think any of them came to
school early enough to catch Olivia and me showering, but
then again someone had stolen my clothes two days in a row.

Olivia threw me a look on her way in, but I don't think
Nadia noticed it. Or at least, if she did notice something,
she might have thought it involved Owen and Rita, who'd been
stopping at our lunch table and were meeting Crystal at
four.

Then again, if Nadia, Vivian, or Crystal did find out about
Olivia and me, what difference would it make? I didn't have
an exclusive relationship with any of them, and I didn't
think any of them wanted an exclusive relationship with me.
Vivian didn't seem to mind Crystal coming on to me, or at
least hadn't done anything to stop it. At least, not
anything I knew of.

Nadia, however, was my greatest concern at the moment. Her
PDA was flooded with a combination of dog food commercials
and pleas for help from a deposed colonel who was trying to
get 2.6 million cases of canned meat out of Zimbabwe. This
effectively severed her main line of communication.

I was dying to ask Nadia if she was still going to
Eisenblush Salon at four o'clock for her makeup appointment
with Sandra. On the other hand, I couldn't afford to show
any unusual interest in that. Or stress. If I was going to
look stressed, I was better off with Nadia not knowing the
reason.

Oh yeah, Se¤or Callaghan, the Spanish teacher. He was
displaying sample conversations on the video screen, and the
class was reading them karaoke style.

    How's it going?      ¿Cómo está?
    Very well, and you?  Muy bien, ¿y usted?
    Well, thanks.        Bien, gracias.
    See you tomorrow.    Hasta mañana.

So it went for most of the hour. For the last ten minutes,
we watched comedy skits from a Spanish TV show, heavy on the
pause button so Callaghan could supply a running
translation. Then the bell rang and we were out. Nadia left
with a simple goodbye, and without a look at Olivia's crowd.
I headed directly to my meeting with Vivian.


After School


As agreed, Vivian met me at the door near the school parking
lot, and then we drove to her apartment. Vivian went inside
to get her aunt, and several minutes later the two of them
emerged. Vivian made the introductions.

Aunt Marjorie seemed to be in her late thirties. She was
unkempt, almost haggard, and definitely out of shape. She
kept asking Vivian about the day's events, why she needed
those forms, why a real estate lady was driving her around,
and who I was. Vivian, however, wasn't giving out many
answers.

Once we reached the medical building I walked Vivian and
Marjorie into Dr. Polk's office and left them in Holly's
capable hands. Then, I headed over to meet Sandra at
Eisenblush Salon. There was no time to drive home and get
any clothes.

It was well after four o'clock when I arrived, and I could
see Nadia's car parked out front. Everything seemed to be
running as planned, so I parked in back and tried the rear
door. It was open. Inside, I could hear Sandra and Nadia
talking but I, as agreed, kept out of sight. At about four-
thirty, Sandra came looking for me in the back room.

"She thinks the infuser is running now," Sandra whispered.
"That's the process that drives the makeup into the skin."

"It won't really work, though, will it?"

"That's right, I changed the settings so it only feels like
its working. I'll give it about five minutes yet. That's a
pretty normal amount of time. After that, get ready."

That said, Sandra returned to her station where Nadia was
lying back with the infuser covering her face. Sandra made
small talk for a few minutes, then raised the motorized
chair and pronounced the process complete. This was the
moment of truth. With Nadia facing the mirror, Sandra
removed the infuser. There was a moment of silence, then
Nadia began screaming at the top of her lungs!

"How could you do this to me! Why? Who? This can't be some
simple mistake! How am I going to live! What's happening?
How is this possible?" she screamed over and over. That's
when I stepped out of the back room and saw the full effect
of Sandra's deception. Right there on Nadia's face, as if in
greasepaint, was the perfect, red, white, and blue image of
Bozo the Clown! And Nadia thought it was permanent for 90
days at least.

"You!" Nadia screamed suddenly, upon realizing I was
present. "You set all this up, didn't you?"

I admit, I had to smile. You see Bozo the Clown, you smile.
That's just the way things are.

"I had lots of help. You've talked a lot of people into
doing a lot of foolish things over the last couple of years.
Did you really think there would never be consequences?"

"What foolish things?" she demanded.

"Dan's penis ring. Getting us to include Vivian at the lake
last weekend. These earrings I'm wearing. Owen Barnes's
zipper. It goes on and on."

"That Mohawk you talked me into last year," added Sandra.
"It was six months until my hair started growing again, and
it's still not right. You didn't even recognize me, did
you?"

"This bald head of mine," chimed in another of the
operators. "It's been eight months and still no re-growth."
I have to say, though, she had a good head for it.

"Those nipple rings you talked my sister into," added
another. "She still can't wear a bra."

"What am I going to do?" Nadia wept, staring at the mirror.

"You're going to stop messing with people. You're going to
swear off these ego trips, or power trips, or whatever they
are. Do you agree?" I demanded.

"How will that help?" Nadia pleaded.

"Well, if you agree, I'll let Sandra wipe off that makeup."

"It's not permanent?"

"Not at the moment. Now, do you agree to stop messing with
people? Because if you don't, we can finish this job or set
you up again. You're not immune, you know."

"OK, I agree. No more messing with people."

"Fine. Sandra, would you do the honors?"

She would. In less than five minutes, all the makeup was
gone and Nadia looked her normal self. She was about to
leave when I stopped her, sat her down in the waiting area,
and made her listen to a few more things.

"Nadia, first I want to tell you, the coupon is still good.
Sandra will apply just the makeup you want, no more clown
faces or other funny business. If fact, you can stay here
and enjoy the whole day-spa treatment until the salon
closes. Makeup, hairstyle, mud bath, massage, whatever you
want. No charge."

"No funny business? No more pranks?"

"No more pranks. This is one of the best salons in the area,
you know that, and you'll get full service. But I also want
to ask for a favor."

"Are you sure you trust me? Some people in my position would
try to get back, you know."

"In this case, yes, I trust you. Now first, not a word of
this to Vivian or anyone she knows. Not a word of it at
school. Agreed?"

"OK," she replied, starting to look interested. Then, I
showed her some of the business propositions I'd received,
especially the one from Bushie's Off-Road Shop. Then, I
explained what I had in mind.

"Adam, that's awesome!" she exclaimed when I'd finished.
"But what's the favor?"

"I want you to be my agent and talk Otto Bushman into this
deal. He's the guy who owns Bushie's Off-Road Shop"

"Is that legal?"

"It's just business, Nadia."

"How much are we talking about here?"

"Bogswamp Realty hired a spokesmodel recently for some
commercials. She spent one afternoon filming and my mom says
they paid her $3,000. Now, do you think you could talk Otto
Bushman into this deal?"

"Is he the guy who does those Beep Beep the Jeep Creep
commercials on TV?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's him."

"Oooooh, yeah," said Nadia. "I can handle that guy. No
problem. And you're sure this is legal?"

"It's just business."

"I can see my mistake now, Adam. I've been aiming way too
low! Do I get a percentage?" For a brief instant, I pitied
Otto Bushman.

"Yeah, I suppose. Ten percent, maybe?"

"I was thinking fifty."

"Vivian and I are the ones people saw on the news last
weekend. We're the ones who have to be on camera. It doesn't
make sense for you to make more than either of us. I think
ten percent is pretty standard for an agent."

"I don't want to be an agent; I want to be a partner," said
Nadia. "I'll head up Marketing. Where would you be without
Marketing? That's what you need me for, right?"

"OK, how about twenty percent partnership, no long-term
deals, renegotiable after 60 days?"

"Thirty-three and 90 days."

"Remember, you promised."

"OK, thirty-three and 60. Deal?"

"That provision for Vivian is on the side. You don't get a
third of that."

"Agreed. Deal?" she offered, holding out her hand.

"No side deals. Anything you make off Vivian and me, you
only get a third."

"Right. Anything you guys make from this, I get my third,
even if I didn't directly set it up. Deal?"

"Excluding money from our regular jobs, or from parents, and
stuff like that."

"Right. Deal?"

"Deal. I've been recording this. Do you want hard copy or
should I just send it to you?

"My PDA's not working, remember?"

"Check it."

"Holy shit, it's working perfectly now! All those garbage
messages are even gone. How'd you do that?"

"What makes you think it was me?"

"Very funny. OK, look, you're sure there's no more tricks
this afternoon, right?"

"It's all straight from here on."

"Because I still need that makeup job. Gotta look good for
talking with Otto Bushman. What time does Bushie's close?"

"Uh, nine o'clock," I replied after bringing up their Web
site. "Aren't you going to stay here?"

"Yeah, for a while, but I want to reconnoiter the place
before dealing with this Bushman guy. It pays to know the
territory."

"You're the expert, partner," I replied. By then, Sandra was
waiting in the doorway. Nadia returned to the scene of the
crime, so to speak, then she and Sandra began anew
discussing her makeup job. I waved at the two of them and
then left, as I'd arrived, through the back door.

I love it when a plan comes together.

                          * * * * *
                              
Vivian and her Aunt Marjorie were waiting for me outside Dr.
Polk's medical building. Marjorie seemed appreciative and
properly impressed, but Vivian took the back seat and
remained quiet. When we got to their apartment, though,
Vivian moved to the front seat and asked if I'd drop her off
at Kaunadodo Pizza.

"Uh, Yonson, I think we kinda got carried away there in the
weight room yesterday, and in the hall after lunch today,"
she finally said.

"OK, we'll cool it. Or I'll cool it," I replied.

"Well, I know you've been messing around with some other
girls. There's Crystal, that Olivia on the swim team, and
that Sandra in English. I wouldn't want to, you know, butt
in on them."

"I appreciate that."

"The doctor said we can get our injections Saturday. We made
an appointment at eight o'clock."

"Do you need a ride?"

"I don't want to trouble you."

"It's all right. I'm sure I'll be up and around anyway."

"I guess you like bald pussies, huh?"

"Everyone on the swim team gets rid of their body hair,
that's all. It's faster."

"Because I decided to be that way."

"Well, I hope you like it. Some girls think it's more
sanitary, I guess."

"Yeah, I suppose it is. I'm lettin' my tits get a little
softer, too. They're gonna jiggle a little bit. You like
that?"

"It's your decision, Vivian."

By then, we were at Kaunadodo's. The delivery car, an old
compact with an ad strip on top, was parked outside.

"Well, see you tomorrow," I said.

"Tomorrow," she replied. Then, after starting and stopping
at least twice, she got out of the car and went inside
Kaunadodo's. I watched her muscular back, butt, and thighs
for a few seconds, then my PDA announced a call from Dan.

                          * * * * *
                              
"Dan, what's up?" I began after accepting the call.

"Adam, dude! Ben and I are here at Teah's house. We were
just going to order some pizza. You wanna come over or do
you have to be home?"

"Ah, lemme see. I'm going to put you on hold a minute," I
told him, and then I called Mom.

"Adam, what's up?" she answered. She was still at the real
estate office, and she'd adjusted her desk camera to send a
bust shot, so to speak, of her naked self. I guess that was
her normal way of answering the phone, but I still had a
hard time getting used to it. Me sitting bare-ass in my car,
with my permanently erect dick bumping against the steering
wheel.

"Ah, Dan wants to know if I'd like to have pizza over at
Teah's house. Is it OK to miss dinner?"

"Oh, yes, that works out pretty well. I'm working late, your
dad is on a flight, and the twins are eating at Sherry and
Harry's house. So yeah, you probably would've had pizza
anyway. Either that or something from the freezer. Are you
going to be out late?"

"No, I don't think so. I have some homework and reading to
do, and I need to do my weights and a few other things. Uh,
it's not drafty there, is it?"

"What? Oh, no, you're just a handsome young man, Adam. I bet
you have that effect on a lot of girls, especially now.
Drive safely, eh? I love you, you know."

"OK, I will. I love you too, Mom," I replied. Then, I
simultaneously cut the connection and wondered how my simple
life had become so freaky.

"Adam, you back?" asked Dan, whose call had gone off hold.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, I was thinking about something else. Pizza
sounds good. I'll be there in twenty or thirty minutes."

"Sounds like a plan," proclaimed Dan, and then he dropped
the call.

On the way to Teah's house I stopped at Game Gear and Garb
for some Vaseline and rosin. I had just picked them up when
Mr. Sudstrom noticed me

"Adam, you too, now?" he greeted me, obviously surprised I
was naked.

"It's a long story," I explained.

"Well, I've got you scheduled Friday evening and Saturday
afternoon this week. Is that OK?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Have you thought about that arrangement I proposed Tuesday?
I'm surprised I haven't heard from you."

"Oh, yeah, I think we can work that out. Someone will be
calling you." Mr. Sudstrom gave me a strange look but I
guess it was OK.

"Uh, I was going to buy some clothes while I was here," I
told Mr. Sudstrom.

"No, don't do that," he responded. "Jenna's coming in naked
now, why shouldn't you come in naked? You're even a naked
celebrity now! It's probably good for business. Keep the
Vaseline and rosin, and I'll see you Friday evening." Then,
I swear, he gave me a pat on the butt, and that was enough
to send me out of the store naked or not. Two girls in
tennis panties waved as I left.

Ben was waiting for me in Teah's driveway, still wearing his
skirt. I mean kilt. Then, he led me into the back yard,
where Dan and Teah sat rocking in a loveseat. Dan was still
wearing his school clothes, but to my surprise, Teah had
changed into a tank top.

"Going for a new look?" I asked Teah. I couldn't recall
seeing her bottomless before.

"It's just easier around the house," Teah replied, as if
that explained anything.

"Who'd you order the pizza from?" I asked Dan.

"Kaunadodo's," he replied. Damn! I wished I'd anticipated
that. Almost certainly, Vivian would be delivering, and
probably within a few minutes. And that could get
complicated.

"Uh, Teah, is it OK if I go inside and use the bathroom?" I
asked.

"Oh, you don't have to bother," she replied. "Just go in the
bushes or the garden, and keep it in the dirt."

Duh, why had I not seen that coming? A quick look at Ben and
Dan assured me of no help from them. Knowing I was trapped,
doomed, and hung out to dry, I shuffled to the back of the
yard and faced a healthy-looking privet hedge. Then, of
course, I tried to relax. After several minutes of thinking
blandly and with eyes closed about my worst turn-offs, I
almost had it. Then, I heard something beside me. And of
course, I had to look. And no, it wasn't Vivian. It was
worse.

It was Teah's mother, dressed only in a waist-length blouse,
squatting and pissing next to me. Eew! I gotta admit,
though, that within seconds I was pissing right along with
her. I didn't know which was worse; watching her or not.
Although she seemed to have no compunctions about watching
me. Eew again! And when I turned around, the others were
watching as well. Including Vivian. Eew deja vu!

Teah's mom washed herself with the garden hose, then without
asking, hosed me down as well. There were no towels out
there; Teah's mom just did the leg shaking bit: first one,
then the other. I had no choice but to do the same.
Maintaining any sense of decorum was absolutely hopeless. To
their credit, Teah and her mom took everything in stride.
Dan and Ben, however, were laughing to split their sides.

Vivian seemed to have something else on her mind.

"So, we meet again," she remarked after I rejoined the main
group. "You coulda ordered pickup and saved yourself a few
bucks."

"This wasn't a planned thing," I explained. "Dan called me
after I dropped you off. I don't even know who ordered."

"It was me, "Teah confessed.

"Well, then you owe $26.50," Vivian explained. Ben, Dan, and
I each paid her $10 and she thanked us.

"I'm surprised Crystal's not here," Vivian remarked.

"She working at the seamstress's," I explained.

"Or Nadia," Vivian continued.

"She's having her makeup done."

"Or that girl from English. Sandra, isn't it?"

"Old news."

"Wassa matter, Yonson, you run out of girlfriends?"

"No, Vivian. I'm spending some time with my best friends,
Dan and Ben. It's an impromptu thing. Dan happened to be at
your cousin Teah's house. That's all. I shouldn't have to
defend myself."

"You found out about that, huh?"

"What?"

"Teah being my cousin."

"Yes, and Ginger. So what?"

"Exactly," said Vivian. Then, after giving me an inquisitive
look, she got in the pizza car and left.

"That was weird," Dan remarked.

"I think she's really locked onto you," said Ben.

"I hope you're not mad at me," said Teah.

"About what?" I asked.

"Anything."

"No."

"Oh, good. Well, let's eat before it gets cold, shall we?"

Actually, the incident with Vivian wasn't half as bad as I'd
feared. At least she didn't mention Olivia, or Kristin, or
any nefarious schemes that might be in progress.

The pizza was great, as usual. Kaunadodo's had the best in
town. Dan and Teah sat in the loveseat. Ben and I sat in a
pair of patio chairs. It was weird to see him smooth his
skirt, I mean kilt, when he sat down.

"So where are your girlfriends?" I asked Ben.

"They have a late practice today. We're gonna get together
later at Jasmine's."

"I still don't know how they talked you into dressing like
that."

"They didn't talk me into anything. I just needed something
to wear, and they looked around, and the only thing that fit
me was a skirt of Heather's. I just think it's comfortable.
I thought we went over this?"

"Well, yeah, but that's not the same skirt. I mean kilt.
Where did that one come from?"

"You know, I'm not sure. My mom took me shopping after
school, and then the girls took me shopping in the evening.
We bought a bunch of 'em."

"Skirts?"

"Kilts, Adam; I wear them as kilts. They're comfortable.
There's no dress code. Are you having a problem with it?"

"No, man; wear whatever you want. I'm just used to thinking
that skirts, or kilts, or whatever are for girls."

"Not necessarily," Teah interjected. Then she headed toward
the garden and did her business.

"What's with her mother?" I asked Dan.

"I guess she has the same kink, but she always hid it from
the kids. Then she caught Teah taking a pee and the two of
them confessed to each other. I guess her dad is the only
one using the toilet now."

"Teah never uses a toilet around the house?"

"No, she never uses a toilet anywhere. At least, not since
Friday when we were driving up to the lake. At school she
goes in the shower, or uses one of those squat holes, or
goes outside. They don't like her going outside, though.
It's pretty weird."

By then, Teah had hosed and shaken herself, and returned to
the group. "Have you guys thought about The Program?" she
asked.

"What about it?" we all answered at once.

"Well, are you going to volunteer and pick a date, or are
you going to wait until they pick your name?"

"I'll probably wait and hope it never happens," said Dan.
"It would be really embarrassing for me."

"Me too," seconded Ben.

"Dan, I understand, but what about you, Ben? Are you hiding
a secret under that skirt?"

"I'm wearing it as a kilt," Ben reminded her. "And let's
just say The Program would be embarrassing for me."

"Well, I think it would be easier for both of you if we all
went through The Program together. But then we'd have to
sign up together. What about you, Adam? The Program should
be no big deal for you, right?"

"No, don't look at me. I never intended to be naked over the
weekend. I never intended to be naked yesterday or today. I
intend to be back in clothes tomorrow and every day
thereafter. I'm not looking forward to The Program."

"Well, I still think we should do it together," Teah
insisted. "Maybe I'll mention it to Nadia, Vivian, and a few
others tomorrow.

"You guys got anything planned for the weekend?" Dan asked.

"I'm working Friday night and Saturday afternoon," I
mentioned.

"I guess I'm hanging with the girls," admitted Ben. "I'm not
sure how long that's gonna last but I might as well enjoy
it. You all want to come to my house Saturday night?"

"Is the backyard still dug up?"

"No, the landscapers finished it. It looks great, and it's
not fragile or anything. The patio setup is great, too.
There's a wet bar, barstools, lawn chairs, a hammock,
everything."

"What about your parents."

"They won't mind. They even suggested having some friends
over."

"Well, let's talk about that tomorrow too, then," I
suggested. I had the uncomfortable feeling that whoever I
asked along, someone else would kill me.

After that we talked about nothing for a while, and then I
headed home. Mom was sitting naked in the living room, and
talked to me for a while about my day. I really wished she
had put something on, or at least given me a chance to
dress. After all, I'd been waiting all day.

As gingerly as I could, I asked Mom about the business deal
between Bogswamp Realty and the model they hired to do
commercials. Then I had to explain that Otto Bushman had
seen Vivian and me on the news over the weekend, and might
want us to make some appearances. I also mentioned that
Nadia might be involved.

Mom told me that Dad was bringing in a late flight, and
wouldn't be home until after midnight. As a result, they'd
both be sleeping late and I should get my own breakfast.
Then, a little after nine, Mom finally let me go upstairs.
Dying of curiosity, I called Nadia.

"Adam, what's up?" she answered.

"That what I wanted to ask you," I explained. "Did you make
it over to Bushie's?"

"Oh yeah. I got myself all dressed up like some kind of
nature chick, and then I hung around the store getting to
know the merchandise. Then this customer came in looking
like he had money, and I talked him into buying $1500 worth
of stuff."

"You're not working at Bushie's, are you?"

"No, I was just trying to make an impression. It worked,
too. They called Otto Bushman himself out to approve the
charge, and he nearly freaked. I guess Otto thinks that
customer is a hard case."

"So what about our deal?"

"It's not quite done yet but take my word, it's gonna
happen. I'm still working on some details. Can you and
Vivian meet with Otto tomorrow afternoon?"

"I'm free, but I'm not sure about Vivian."

"OK, well, if you need help convincing her, let me know."

"Should I call Otto?"

"No, I'll take care of that. Adam, I can't tell you how
exciting this is. How far do you think we can take this?"

"We'll have to see how it goes, Nadia. It could be a flash
in the pan or something that goes on for a long time."

"OK, I'll keep working on it. G'night, Adam."

"Good night yourself," I told her, and then she closed the
connection.

After spending the day naked in school and everywhere else,
getting dressed to sit in my room, read, and do homework
didn't make much sense. I did some homework, took the rosin
and Vaseline down to the basement, did my weights, brushed
my teeth, used the toilet, and started reading U.S. History.
That's the last thing I remember of a very long day.


Thursday


At first I wasn't sure if I was awake or dreaming. I only
knew I was naked and writhing on the open sheets. My balls
were tight and my cum was surging. Reaching down, I felt my
smooth, hard cock throbbing and spurting. It was sticky. I
could smell it. And then I had cum on my hand. I wiped it on
the sheet.

The twilight between sleep and day continued. With eyes
closed I drifted, almost trancelike, as wave after wave,
pulse after pulse of sensation surged through me. It was
long and because of that, messy. Then relaxed and sated, my
body went limp and I sunk into my pillow. Limp, that is,
except for an erection that would never go away. Six months,
forever, what's the difference?

I could have drifted another ten minutes, another half hour,
another day. But no, suddenly there were things I had to do!
I needed to wipe myself off! I needed a shower! I needed to
get dressed! I had to pee! I had to finish my history
reading! I had to make swimming workouts!

Pissing came first. Before the moment passed I rushed to the
bathroom and drained myself completely. Then I took a quick
shower, not wetting my hair, and returned to my room. My
sheets were sloppy beyond belief but I made the bed anyway.

Clothes were getting to be a problem. Tuesday I'd worn my
loosest shorts and lost them. Wednesday I'd worn my loosest
pants and lost them. Now it was Thursday and my two best
options were unavailable! I tried a couple of things, but
none of them worked unless I wore a jock strap. And thus was
born an idea.

First I put on my gym clothes: a jock strap, gym shorts, a t-
shirt, white socks, and running shoes. Some of it was tight
but overall it worked. Then, I rummaged in my closet and
found two plastic bags from Game Gear and Garb.

In one bag I put another jock strap and my regular class
clothes: some loose pants, a shirt, dark socks, and my best
looking sneakers. Then I threw in a roll of tape and the
second bag.

I finished my history reading during a breakfast of cold
cereal and orange juice. Then, wearing my gym clothes, I
drove to school.

Just as I was parking, someone -- I suppose Olivia's mom --
dropped off Olivia, Rita, and Serena. Olivia was naked as
usual, and Serena was wearing a little sun suit. Rita was
dressed in a tank top and a strangely slit skirt. Olivia
kissed the woman who was driving, then all three girls waved
and entered the building ahead of me.

Before entering the locker room I went straight to my hall
locker. There, after removing the extra bag and the roll of
tape, I taped shut the bag of regular clothes and stored it
in my locker. Of course, I made sure the locker was locked.

Then, in the locker room, I put my gym clothes in the second
bag, taped it shut, placed that bag and the tape in a locker
basket, and made sure the basket was securely locked in its
bin. Safe!

I looked around for Olivia, but apparently she'd decided not
to wait and gone ahead to the pool. No big deal. I just took
a quick, solitary shower then padded wet and naked down the
hall and into the pool area. Olivia was talking with Rita
and Serena, but broke off and met me at the starting block.
Ethan and Caitlin were sharing our lane again. Ethan had
finished his first laps and Caitlin was in the water.

"Is everything OK?" I asked Olivia.

"Oh, yeah, you just looked like you were going to take a
while and I needed to finish some things with Rita and
Serena. That's all. Is that PDA waterproof?"

I was glad she mentioned that. "It's supposed to be, but you
can never be sure. I just forgot to take it off. I've ruined
a couple of them that way."

"I'm sure Serena will hold it for you," Olivia suggested,
just as Caitlin was clearing the lane. Watching Caitlin
leave the water and Olivia dive in at the same time almost
made up for my embarrassment at being naked. Almost.

With Olivia in the water I walked over to the bleachers and
asked Serena to hold my PDA. Her sun suit was mostly yellow
and orange, low cut on top, high cut on the bottom, and very
thin. She couldn't have been wearing anything under it.
Anyway, she smiled and agreed to hold the PDA.

Rita and Owen had obviously kept their appointment with
Crystal. Rita's skirt was slit to the waist on both sides,
in front center, and presumably in back center as well.
Owen's fly was lengthened and widened so it had no chance of
covering his dick and balls. His pubic hair was well trimmed
and thinned, providing no privacy of that kind either.
Occasionally Rita would reach over and touch him, and this
was keeping him erect. Owen didn't seem to mind.

Serena seemed ready to chat but I needed to get my laps in.
So, as quickly as I could, I pulled away and returned to the
block. Ms. Sprite came in a few minutes later, and began
watching our strokes and giving us advice. I got into my
zone and almost forgot I was naked. The sight of the other
swimmers was starting to seem more normal as well. But
mostly, I enjoyed the pull of my muscles and the flow of the
water around me.

At eight-fifteen Ms. Sprite ended the session as usual.
Olivia and I had our usual quick shower, and then I headed
confidently toward the locker basket where I'd left my gym
clothes. As I neared it, however, something looked odd. And
when I actually reached it, I couldn't believe my eyes. The
basket was double padlocked!

One padlock was mine, of course, but I had no idea where the
other one came from. And of course, removing my own lock
didn't free the basket at all. It was just stupid and
frustrating. Except, of course, for Plan B.

Walking back to my hall locker took very little time. But
after rounding the last corner, I began getting sick to my
stomach. Something about my hall locker looked odd, too. And
yes, on closer inspection, my hall locker was double-locked!
In desperation I removed my lock, but the second one still
held securely.

Knowing it was futile, I nevertheless went looking for Ms.
Sprite. When I found her she was just leaving her office and
heading for a shower. Her scent was strong and she looked a
little flushed, if you know what I mean.

"Ms. Sprite, someone put an extra lock on my gym basket and
my hall locker," I complained, feeling more like a third-
grader than a senior.

"Adam, don't you have any idea who might be doing these
things?" she asked.

"Not really. I mean, it's just a prank. Lots of people could
be doing it."

"You're a good sport to look at it that way," she commended
me. Somehow, though, it wasn't very helpful. "You could file
a report with the office but they'd just send it to me for
investigation." That wasn't much help either.

"Well, can I undress and put my clothes in your office
tomorrow?" I asked. "Maybe that'll stop whoever is doing
this."

"Sure, if that's what you want, Adam. Uh, look, I need to
rinse off a bit. The heat and humidity around the pool makes
me sweat, you know. Are you going to be OK for now?"

"I guess," was all the reply I could make. I'd just have to
spend another day naked in school, that's all. I was almost
getting used to it.


Period 1 - Gym


Grudgingly I hauled my naked ass into gym class. Crystal,
Kristin, Cliff Liepper, and Gary Fischbak were already
standing in a group so I joined them. If the day's
activities involved shirts and skins, we were sure to be
skins.

Ms. Sprite arrived nakedly in time for the bell. As on
Wednesday she activated the scoreboard video, but this time
it displayed a full frontal view of Ms. Holloway's, uh,
hips. Holloway cleared her throat and the camera slowly
panned upward.

"Good morning students and teachers," she began. "I have
just three announcements for today. First, since casual
Fridays have lost their meaning, the student council has
decided to sponsor a series of come-as-you-are days. The
first one will be tomorrow, and it's a pajama party.
Everyone should wear whatever they had on at five o'clock
this morning (roughly three hours ago). This sounds like
great fun, and I hope everyone participates. Please be
honest. The purpose of this is not for everyone to run out
and buy expensive lingerie or silk pajamas or whatever. It's
to wear whatever you had on at five o'clock this morning.
Don't bring sheets and blankets; they're not included.
Teachers, if you want to join in, that's fine. No dress code
means no dress code.

"Second, a week from Friday will be our first spirit day.
During lunch and after school we'll be introducing all of
the athletes, cheerleaders, pompom girls, majorettes, dance
line performers, trainers, coaches, and other people who
make Bald Mountain more than just a bunch of people sitting
in classrooms. Athletic dress code will apply all day. For
the rest of you, please wear the puce and chartreuse, even
if it's only earrings.

"Third, please remember that The Program starts next week.
If you want any control over when you get picked or who's in
The Program with you, fill out your request and get it to
the office before first period tomorrow.

"That's all for this morning. Have an enjoyable and
productive day."

"Outside, people!," shouted Ms. Sprite the second Holloway
finished speaking. "Same field, but form groups of five in
the end zone. If you've got headgear, long pants, or a long
skirt, leave 'em just inside the door. Let's go!"

By and large, most kids were better prepared than on
Wednesday. For some of them, it meant they were easier about
leaving items behind. For others, there was less reason to
take anything off. Anyway, the pile of clothes by the door
was much smaller.

Tess Palmer, the drama princess, was dressed like an
Egyptian queen. Her dress was basically a waist cincher with
a cross-front skirt attached, all in white with gold and
black trim. The cincher was very flexible and didn't cover
her breasts. The skirt was short, thin, and breezy. On her
neck and collarbone was a broad necklace, and on her head a
gold headdress with wings on the sides, a fantail in back,
and a beak in front. The necklace and headdress, however,
she left by the door.

Willie Fundeman clowned it up as usual. On that particular
day, he wore white tights, red briefs (on the outside) and a
Chickenman t-shirt. Trust me; you don't want to know about
the feet.

"All right, people," shouted Ms. Sprite. "Here's the drill
for today. When I blow the whistle, group one -- that's the
group closest to me -- will all sprint to the 50-yard line.
Then when I blow the whistle again, group two will sprint to
the 50-yard line, and so forth."

"When everyone is on the 50-yard line and I blow the
whistle, group one will sprint to the far end zone. When
everyone is in the far end zone and I blow the whistle,
group one will sprint back to the 50 and so forth. Got it?
On my whistle. Three, two, one," and then she blew it. The
whistle, I mean.

Naturally, we were group one. Everyone ran their four
sprints, and then Ms. Sprite gave us a five-minute water
break.

"How's it goin'?" Crystal asked Gary.

"Pretty well," he replied.

"What do your parents think?" Crystal continued.

"I haven't told `em yet," he admitted.

"I saw that you left your pants in the locker room
yesterday," said Crystal. "Didn't your mom or anybody notice
something unusual when you got home?"

"My mom was working," Gary explained. "And anyway, I
borrowed some pants from a friend of mine who's about the
same size."

"Does anyone else in your family go naked?" I asked. "Like
at work or anything?"

"No, they all wear regular clothes. So did I until
yesterday," Gary answered.

"Do they ever talk about people who go naked? Friends of
yours, friends of theirs, people on television, anything?"
Kristin suggested.

"Not really," said Gary.

"Well, I guess you'll have to ask them," Crystal decided.
"Either that just let them see you. Worst thing that
happens, they'll tell you to put something on."

Just about then, Ms. Sprite blew the whistle and we did four
more sprints. Then four more. Then a water break and a final
four. After that, Ms. Sprite sent us back into the building
for showers.

Crystal and I showered quickly under adjoining heads. When I
turned the water cold and prepared to take a piss, though,
she left and began chatting with Kristin and Gary.


Period 2 - Communications


Hoping against hope, I checked my locker basket and my hall
locker. Unfortunately, both extra locks were still in place.
With no other recourse, I fell into step with Crystal and
dove stark naked into the crowded hallway. For some reason,
though, the number of snide remarks and butt slaps seemed to
be down. Maybe people were paying more attention to Crystal,
or maybe they were getting used to the whole no-dress-code
deal, or maybe it was the two girls giving each other head
on a throw rug.

Nadia was already in Communications class when we arrived.
Her outfit consisted of hiking boots, a ruffled camouflage
miniskirt, a clip-on purse that looked like an ammo pouch,
gold nipple bars, camouflage nipple shields, and a jaunty
Robin Hood hat. She also had a new, shorter haircut and an
outdoorsy makeup scheme based on olive, sepia, and gold. I
wasn't sure if she looked more like a forest nymph or GI
Jane.

I must admit, though, she played it cool. She gave no signal
of anything going on between us, and she easily maneuvered
me into sitting with Crystal and Vivian. That way, she could
sit a row ahead of us and avoid eye contact with the two
girls. Neither of them suspected anything except that Nadia
had a new outfit.

After the bell rang, Mr. Magnusson announced that today we'd
be conducting some practice interviews. The first, he
decided, would be Crystal and a boy named Joel Timett. After
sending Crystal and Joel to the talk-show set, he asked for
volunteers to run the lights, cameras, microphones,
teleprompter, and console.

Speaking first to Crystal, Magnusson told her to interview
Joel about the most recent movie he'd seen. Joel was already
working on his belt, buttons, and zipper, but Magnusson told
him to leave everything on.

Next, Magnusson spoke to the girl who'd volunteered for
teleprompter. She was to listen to Joel and Crystal discuss
possible topics, and convert each workable one into a
question. Later they would organize the questions into an
outline for the interview.

After that, Magnusson talked to each remaining volunteer and
explained what they needed to do. After about ten minutes,
everyone was ready for the first take. Or so they thought.

Magnusson had Crystal and Joel sit on a couple of barstools
positioned at 45 degrees to the camera, then made sure the
lights, cameras, microphones, and teleprompter were properly
positioned. Next, he picked up a hand mike and told the
console operator to show a title and play some lead-in
music. Then, he activated the monitors throughout the
classroom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good morning, it's the Crystal Cleary
show!" he announced. "This morning's guest is Joel Timett,
noted Bald Mountain movie critic. And now, here's Crystal!"

The video shifted to a fake plant in the background of the
set. Then the console operator keyed up the right camera,
and we saw Crystal's belly button with the words, "Bristle
Bleary, Bad Mantra Hag Skull," across the bottom of the
screen. Eventually, of course, the cameraman got Crystal
properly framed and the console operator killed the titling.

"Good morning, viewers," Crystal began. "This morning we
have the honor of speaking with Joel Timett about the movie
Casablanca, starring Bumpy Hobart. Good morning, Joel."

Actually, she displayed quite a bit of poise. I suppose it
took a certain poise to perform as a pompom girl, too. In
any event, the video shifted to camera two, which showed
Joel. This time, the titling read, "Jill Dimwit, Flume
Critter."

"Uh, hi," said Joel, then the camera zoomed back to show
both of them. Crystal clearly dominated the scene; I mean,
which would you rather watch, the average guy in ordinary
clothes or the tricked-out buff naked platinum blonde?

"So Joel, the original version of Casablanca stands as one
of the great films of all time. How does this remake compare
to the original?"

"I guess some people like the old one, and some like this
new one," Joel replied.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I never saw the old one."

"Well, then, tell us about the new one," Crystal encouraged.
Obviously, they could have filtered the questions better.
Magnusson motioned for them to speed things up.

"Well, the story happens in this Mexican beach town. All the
beach hotels are painted white. The main character is an
Arab guy named Rick. That's Bumpy Hobart. He runs a beach
bar named Rick's Moroccan Caf‚. Everyone wants to get out of
town because a bunch of textile manufacturers have booked
all the hotels for a convention the next week."

"What's the problem with that?" Crystal prompted.

"Well, the textile companies want, like, everyone to wear
clothes. Even the lifeguards and waitresses, you know? But
nobody can get time off, and the planes are all booked up."

"How does Rick get involved in this?"

"Well, this old girlfriend of his shows up. She's a European
chick named Ilsa Laszlo, and her main squeeze is a guy named
Victor. They're both on the pro beach volleyball circuit. So
Rick, you know, he can't decide whether to make a play for
Ilsa or let Victor have her."

"How were the supporting characters?"

"Oh, they were good. There was a Mexican guy named Sam who
was part of this Mariachi band, you know, and he kept
singing Can't Get No Satisfaction because that used to be
Rick and Ilsa's favorite song. I liked him. Then there was
this police captain named Louie Reno. He was a narc and I
didn't like him so much."

"What can you tell us about the ending without spoiling it?"
Crystal asked.

"Well, Rick, Ilsa, and Victor had a three-way on the beach,
you know? It lasted a long time and had lots of cum shots. I
don't see how anything could spoil that. Then Ilsa and
Victor got jobs on a cruise ship and left. I mean, that guy
Rick was makin' it with all the waitresses, not to mention
the lifeguards and the stage performers. I don't think you
could spoil that part, either."

Magnusson was pointing at his wrist by then, so Crystal
thanked Joel for his time and urged everyone to tune in
again the next day. Camera 1 started zooming in on her tits
but Magnusson made the slit throat gesture and our screens
went dark.

"Joel and Crystal, thank you," said Magnusson as everyone
returned to their seats. "That wasn't too bad for the first
take of the year. Now, class, I'm passing out these audience
evaluation cards. Please be honest and rate each aspect of
the production. This isn't for anyone's grade, it's just a
class exercise. I'll tabulate the results, then tomorrow
we'll discuss them and watch the tape. You have the rest of
the period to fill out the cards."

"Good job," I congratulated Crystal when she got back to our
couch. I was going to give her a pat on the butt, too, but
Vivian made an odd little sound and I decided not to press
the issue.

When the bell finally rang, Vivian left the room quickly. I
think she might have been jealous over the attention Crystal
received. Crystal caught up to her, though, and the two of
them stood outside the door talking for a couple of minutes.

Nadia stopped long enough to tell me everything was going
fine. But before I could ask for details, she was checking
messages, making calls, and rushing down the hallway.


Period 3 - English


Crystal was waiting for me in the hall when I left the
Communications classroom. We walked together to English,
where Sandra had already taken her seat. Crystal noticed her
immediately and made a beeline. I saw my life passing before
my eyes.

"So, is it true? Are you the one who finally got payback on
Nadia Blosser?" Crystal asked excitedly.

By then I was standing behind Crystal, and Sandra looked at
me for help. I nodded a couple of times and gave her the
"keep it rolling" signal.

"Yes, I guess I did," admitted Sandra.

"Luring her into that makeup salon was sheer genius,"
Crystal continued. "How'd you know she'd fall for that?"

"Oh, after a while, you get to know when somebody's ready
for an appointment," Sandra improvised.

"Have you heard about this?" Crystal asked me.

"Hear about what?" I stalled.

"Well, Sandra here lured Nadia into the salon where she
works, and did her up in clown makeup. She even faked the
infuser! So Nadia thought she was stuck with a clown face
for three months!"

"That seems kind of cruel," I remarked.

"Well, she's my friend and all that, but she had it coming,"
Crystal explained. "And it was only a scare, not permanent."

"How did you hear about this?" Sandra asked. "I don't
remember seeing you at the salon."

"Oh, Nadia told me," Crystal replied. "She was just glad
there were no witnesses. Well, except you and the other
operators, of course."

"We like to be called cosmetologists," Sandra corrected her.

"Cometologists, meteorologists, weathermen, I never know the
difference," Crystal explained. Thank goodness Mr. Kent
wasn't listening for vocabulary terms.

Seats were going fast at that point, so Crystal and I took a
couple across the aisle from Sandra. When Crystal started
watching the door for Mr. Kent, Sandra faked wiping her brow
and gave me a wink. I rolled my eyes and winked back.

When class started, Mr. Kent announced more reading and
discussion from the work of Anais Nin. For an English class,
it was surprisingly interesting. Then he assigned an essay,
due Monday, describing our thoughts on another of her
readings. That seemed more like work.

When class ended, Crystal and Sandra resumed their
conversation about Nadia. I really felt I should hang around
in case things got out of control, but then my PDA signaled
a call from Nadia herself.

"Yeah, hang on, this isn't good place to talk," I instantly
alerted her. Then I went out to a place in the hall.

"OK, what's up?" I asked.

"It's a go!" Nadia proclaimed excitedly. "Can you and Vivian
meet me at Bushie's at four-thirty?"

"Four-thirty works for me. I'll have to convince Vivian,
though,"

"OK, well, if you have any trouble with her, let me know.
Adam, I'm so pumped! And I think this is only the
beginning!"

"It sounds like you're doing great, Nadia. I really
appreciate this. Uh, somebody's coming. I gotta go. Four-
thirty, right?"

"Right on," Nadia confirmed, then she disconnected.

It was Crystal, of course. Sandra had headed to her locker,
which was in the opposite direction. We made good speed to
the cafeteria, and the serving line was short.


Lunch


Vivian and Nadia were already at our table when Crystal and
I arrived. I sat across from Vivian, and Crystal sat across
from Nadia. Ben, Dan, and Teah arrived a few minutes later.

"So, what were you all wearing at five o'clock this
morning?" Teah asked excitedly. "I was wearing a t-shirt."

"I always wear gym shorts to bed," said Dan.

"A nightshirt," said Ben.

"Some tap pants," said Nadia.

"Nothing," said Crystal.

"This is a trick question, right?" asked Vivian.

"Nothing," I hated to admit.

"Well, I think this pajama party day is going to be great
fun. Does everyone promise to play along?" urged Teah.

"Sure," said everyone except me. Then everyone was looking
at me. Suddenly, I wished I'd lied about my bedclothes, or
lack thereof. But now it was too late! What was I going to
say, "Oh, sorry, I forgot, after being naked all day, I did
wear pajamas to bed?" Everyone was still staring so finally
I had to say, "OK, sure."

"So, did you talk to your folks about Saturday night?" Dan
asked Ben.

"Yeah, they say it's full speed ahead. They're even going to
stock up the fridge and the pantry for us."

"Is this a party?" Crystal asked excitedly.

"Well, yeah," said Ben. "I guess everyone's invited."

Instantly, Crystal scooted closer to me and squeezed my arm.
Nadia looked disappointed. Vivian stared off into space.

"I might be busy. It depends on how certain things work
out," I finally improvised. Crystal let go of my arm.

"Well, I think it's going to be a lot of fun," Teah
proclaimed. "Now, what about The Program? I still think we
should all sign up to be together." And to prove it, she
produced a pack of signup forms.

"I don't know," said Dan.

"I'd rather wait," said Ben.

"Well, look, how about if we all fill out the form but leave
the date blank? It'll probably be a while before they get
around to us, and then at least we'll be together."

Dan hesitated, but finally agreed to fill out the form
without a date. Then Ben agreed, and so did everyone else.

After that, the conversation splintered. Nadia got Crystal
talking about pompom routines. Dan and Teah talked about
their classes.

"So, you wanna do weights again this afternoon?" I asked
Vivian.

"Do you think I should?" she asked idly.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy it Tuesday."

"Yeah, I guess I ain't doing nothin' for a while this
afternoon."

"OK, I'll meet you by the weight room then."

"Can you give me a ride home?"

"Sure, but I'll need to make a stop along the way."

"No funny business this time," Vivian declared.

"Just weights," I agreed, and then the bell rang.


Period 4 - U.S. History


As she had on Tuesday, Vivian took a seat on the far side of
the classroom, near the windows. Innocently, I took the seat
next to her, and that really wasn't a problem. The problem
was Gary Fischbak -- still naked from Gym class on Wednesday
-- who took the seat just in front of me. Gary's an OK guy,
I guess, but I really didn't feel like staring at his naked
shoulders and butt crack for an hour.

The girl sitting across from Gary, however, had no such
reservations. She was a tall, thin redhead -- auburn,
actually -- with a short bob haircut. She was dressed in a
white blouse, denim miniskirt, and sandals. What I noticed
most, however, were her green eyes. Not only did they
contrast vividly with her hair; they were fixed solidly on
Gary.

Mr. Laitle entered the room wearing yet another dreary suit.
Without ceremony he opened his notes, keyed up his
presentation, waited briefly for the bell, and then began
speaking.

Christopher Columbus, it seems, was born in Genoa, Italy in
1451. Genoa is a seaport, so of course Columbus wanted to be
a sailor. When he was 14, he began sailing on Italian ships.
At the age of 25, he was sailing to England and some French
pirates attacked his ship. Columbus got hurt, but he grabbed
onto some floating wood and made it to shore. I could
empathize.

"Rebecca Unger!" Mr. Laitle called suddenly.

The redhead suddenly lost her concentration. "Yes?" she
acknowledged.

"Where was Christopher Columbus born?"

Rebecca shared straight ahead for a long time, then uttered
a single word. "Ohio?"

"No, Ms. Unger, not Ohio. It was Genoa: the city, not the
sausage. Genoa, Italy. Please pay attention."

After his run-in with pirates, Columbus stayed on land for a
while. He opened a shop that sold nautical maps and books. A
book by Marco Polo interested him immensely. Polo wrote of a
Far-Eastern land called the Indies, where he traded for
valuable jewels and spices. After reading that book and
checking his maps, Columbus decided he could get to the east
by sailing west. Rebecca Unger, however, made a different
decision. To get Gary's attention, she began slowly
unbuttoning her blouse.

In the Indies, Marco Polo traded cheap Italian stuff for
valuable jewels and spices. I guess the people in the Indies
though they were trading cheap jewels and spices for
valuable Italian stuff. Rebecca seemed ready for business as
well. After she freed the last of her buttons, the front of
her blouse fell completely open. Her bra was thin and white.
Her breasts were overflowing and her abs were killer.

Mr. Laitle explained how Columbus got three ships to try his
idea of sailing west. First he asked the King of Portugal,
then the King of France, then the King of England, and then
the King and Queen of Spain. But they all turned him down.
Gary Fischbak didn't seem convinced either; he kept
listening intently to Mr. Laitle. Like Columbus, however,
Rebecca was persistent. Deftly, she removed the arm nearest
Gary from its sleeve.

Eventually, Ferdinand and Isabella, the King and Queen of
Spain, gave Columbus three ships, a crew of ninety men, and
some money. The three ships, of course, were the Ni¤a, the
Pinta, and the Santa Mar¡a. Gary was starting to take more
interest in Rebecca, so she withdrew the other arm. The
blouse fell down her back and landed on the seat. Mr. Laitle
almost said something, but Rebecca stared him down.

Columbus began his voyage on August 2, 1492. The crew was
freaked. Nobody knew the Atlantic Ocean, so the crew became
afraid of monsters and falling off the end of the earth.
When Mr. Laitle turned around to point at the map, Rebecca
freed her bra and it fell off the end of her tits.
Revealing, logically enough, her own special monsters. Two
of them.

"Gary Fischbak!" Mr. Laitle called. "How many men were in
Columbus's crew?"

"Ninety," replied Gary, so Mr. Laitle continued.

On September 1, the three ships passed an active volcano on
an island named Tenerife. They also saw a bolt of fire fall
from the heavens into the sea. That spooked the crew even
more. Gary was spooked, too. Rebecca gave him the eye. The
green eye. Then she went for the zipper on her skirt.

Columbus kept going, too. After 71 days at sea, the
expedition sighted land. Gary had pretty well sighted
Rebecca, too. With surprising agility, she lifted her butt
and slid the top of her skirt to her knees. From there, it
fell to the floor.

Columbus and some of his men rowed ashore and named the
island San Salvador. Then, to claim the island for Spain,
they planted a flag in the sand. Rebecca's flag, so to
speak, was a pair of red bikini panties. And they too, ended
up in the dirt. Or on the floor, at least.

Columbus hung around the Caribbean until March, 1493. and
then he grabbed a few Indians and sailed back to Spain. The
king and queen were happy Columbus got back, and they named
him Admiral of the Ocean Sea. But they didn't get the jewels
and spices and gold they were hoping for, so the Admiral of
the Ocean Sea job didn't actually pay money. Rebecca seemed
to have more of a payback in mind. Whenever Gary looked in
her direction, she put a finger in her mouth and a hand
between her legs.

Columbus returned to America in 1493, 1498, and 1502. He
found San Salvador again, and then Cuba, but very few
riches. He died a man of average wealth on May 20, 1506 in
Spain. That's when class ended, too. Rebecca wadded up her
clothes in a ball, handed them to another girl, and stood
looking at Gary. Gary, in turn, looked at me.

"What do I do, man?" he asked.

"Follow her lead, dude. I think this is going to work out
for you."

Vivian threw me a pained expression and then rushed to her
next class. I watched Gary follow Rebecca into the hall, and
then I headed into the hall myself.


Period 5 - Math


On my way to Math I made a quick lavatory stop. Quick, that
is, for me. I stood with my forearm against the wall for a
minute or so, trying to collect my thoughts and ignore the
naked girls and sex acts around me. Then, when I felt near
the proper state, I single-mindedly shuffled to a urinal,
did my mental exercises, felt myself go slightly limp, and
finally managed to pee. Then, as I fought off the impulse to
pull up a zipper, I felt my cock return to its now normal
but regrettable flagpole state. That's when I discovered I
had an audience.

One was a freshman girl wearing overalls and a tube top. She
remarked, "Kewl," and was then on her way.

The second was a bald, really dark-skinned chick wearing a
velveteen leopard print bikini. She looked embarrassed for a
second, then gave me a smile and a wink.

The third and last was Paul Aquino, Ethan's partner in the
400-meter relay. I think he was just waiting for me, not
watching. "Hey, Adam, you got a minute?" he asked, putting
his arm around my shoulder. I glared.

"Oh, sorry," he responded, slapping my butt in apology. At
least, that's what I hoped it was. I knew he'd dated various
girls. "So, I hear you're erect all the time now."

"That's right," I verified, exiting to the hallway.

"Well, I've been thinking about the same thing. How do you
like it?"

"It was a mistake and I think it's a nuisance," I replied.

"Don't girls like it?"

"Some of them do. Others seem to be turned off or
intimidated." Not that Paul seemed worried about
intimidation. He was bigger soft than I was erect. At least
two inches thick by ten long, if you're into that sort of
thing.

"Is that natural size for you? I'm surprised you didn't get
it enlarged."

"Oh, now that, I asked for," I explained. "But I just got my
injection Friday morning. I haven't noticed any difference
yet."

"Yeah, it takes about a month or a month and a half to get
full size. At least, that's what it took me."

"Do you have trouble finding girls that will take you?" I
asked, trying politely to keep the conversation alive.

"No, not usually. I just gotta promise to be careful. This
is really about attracting 'em, you know. I figure, if you
don't get their attention, you're not going to get anything
else, either."

By then we were in Ms. Newton's room. Crystal and Kristin
were talking in back, and Ethan was just inside the doorway,
waiting for Paul.

"Did you ask him?" Ethan said to Paul.

"Ask what?" I asked.

"Well, you know that guy Hector Straus swam the backstroke
in our relay last year. But this year, he hasn't been to a
single workout, and he's wearing clothes all the time in
class. Paul and I think he might be dropping out."

It was pretty weird with the three of us standing there
naked, in a triangle, and almost blocking the doorway. Every
time someone came in, they brushed my shoulder, or my hip,
or my butt, or whatever. Paul and Ethan, however, showed no
intention of moving.

"What, you want me to swim backstroke with you guys?" We
were standing close now, so we could hear each other without
shouting. We were almost touching. Then we did touch. My
cock to Paul's. All very accidental. I certainly wasn't used
to sticking out that far. I pulled back immediately, of
course, but Paul nevertheless gave me a strange look.

"Sorry, man," I apologized.

"Well, look, Adam. It's going to be the coach's decision,
not ours, no matter who the coach turns out to be. But we
could make a suggestion if you wanna do it."

"Well, OK," I decided, and then the bell rang. I ended up in
the seat nearest the door, with Ethan and Paul across from
each other in front of me.

Ms. Newton showed up in ash gray biker shorts and a matching
sports bra. And to my chagrin, she left the classroom door
open! I didn't suppose very many people would be in the
hallway during class time but even so, I felt like some kind
of spectacle.

The class material was still review from what we'd learned
as juniors. But every time I looked toward Ms. Newton, Paul
Aquino seemed to be in the way. So there I was, staring at
his naked body. Shoulders, arms, back side, hips, butt,
thighs, you name it. His huge cock was just too big to hide.

Looking straight forward, of course, was no better. That
left me staring at Ethan. And if I looked sideways very
often, Ms. Newton would accuse me of staring out the window
or into the hall.

Speaking of sideways, to my left was a girl of average
features wearing a prairie dress that covered her neck,
wrists, ankles, and everything in between. She stared at the
back of Paul's head for a while, then at his shoulders, then
at whatever else she could see from her position straight
behind him.

She tried paying attention to class for awhile, as did I,
but eventually her gaze turned to Ethan. From the corner of
my eye I could see her checking out Ethan's hair, shoulders,
sides, hips, knees, and feet. Especially the hips. Ethan
shifted and the prairie girl nearly jumped out of her seat.
This naturally got Ms. Newton's attention, but when she
turned in our direction, there was nothing unusual to see.
Just three naked guys sitting in math class and minding
their own business.

Ms. Newton started lecturing about summation and limits. The
prairie girl gave Paul and Ethan another couple of once-
overs, and then risked a glance at me. I tried throwing her
a smile but her attention was all on my dick. My very hard
and erect dick. But after just a second or two of staring at
it, the prairie girl's expression turned to horror. In rapid
succession she glanced at me, Ethan, and Paul. Then, she
closed her eyes and froze for a minute, as if recovering
from shock. After that, she devoted her full attention to Ms
Newton's lecture.

At first, I thought the girl was just embarrassed by the
erection. But surely she'd seen erections at school, in
public, or wherever she went. I mean, OK, you know the guy's
probably aroused by something, but so what? It's pretty
common and it doesn't mean somebody's about to hit on you or
anything. And she'd been checking out Ethan's, uh, hips
pretty closely.

Eventually I took another glance at her, and she noticed.
She looked back and tried to smile, but what came out was
revulsion and fear. That's when I figured it out.

She thought I was gay. Or maybe all three of us.

I mean, OK, there we were, obviously talking together like
friends before class, and we were sitting together, and we
were all smooth and buff for swimming, and I had this
erection. I knew the erection was an all-time thing, but she
didn't! She probably thought I was hot for Ethan!

I mean, if a person is gay, fine, let 'm be gay. But I
wasn't, and I didn't want people thinking I was. So what to
do? I couldn't talk to her during class. The classroom
equipment blocks PDA communication other than school
business whenever a class is in session. I could try to
force myself limp, but even if I succeeded I couldn't hold
it for the rest of class. And the girl would surely remember
what she'd already seen.

Really, there was nothing else I could do. I paid attention
to the math lecture, and tried to avoid any obvious interest
in Paul or Ethan.

I tried getting the girl's attention after the bell rang,
but she was off in a flash. So instead, I just told Paul and
Ethan that if I could win tryouts, I'd be glad to swim relay
with them. Unfortunately, though, we were still standing
near the doorway, and people were bumping into us. And the
three of us were still standing too close for comfort. For
my comfort, at least.

But what did all this mean? I couldn't be with my friends
anymore, at the risk of people thinking I was gay? I
wondered who the prairie girl was talking to at that moment.

As for me, I was just needed to get out of there. So I did.


Period 6 - Spanish


The second I reached Spanish class, I sensed trouble. Nadia
and Olivia were standing together in the front corner,
waving their arms and talking excitedly. I had no idea what
they were talking about; I only knew I had to find out.

"I had nothing to do with that," Nadia was insisting as I
neared.

"Well, if not you, then who? He wouldn't do such a thing
himself!"

"I barely spoke with him. And we never talked about that!
Well, not really."

"What?" I asked.

"Olivia thinks I talked her brother into trying out for
dance line," explained Nadia.

"Did you?" I asked.

"No, I was just talking to him before Drama class yesterday.
He was just telling me how much he enjoyed being on stage,
and how much he liked musicals, and how his singing voice
wasn't that great. So I asked him if he'd ever considered
dance. That's all."

"Are you sure that's all?" I probed.

"I'm sure," she replied.

"Howdy, boys and girls, it's." I began.

"I know, I know. Adam, I swear, I'm telling the truth. You
can double-check it with Juanito."

"That's your brother's name? Juanito?" I asked Olivia with
one eyebrow raised.

"Well, sorta," Olivia admitted. "His real name is Juan, but
he's been asking people to call him Juanito lately."

"And he takes Drama, he likes musicals, and he wants to
dance. Does he take Art and Fashion, too?"

"Well, yeah. How'd you know that?"

"Lucky guess," I admitted, then it was almost time for the
bell to ring. I ended up with Nadia and Olivia on my left,
Rita and Owen on my right, and Serena in front of me.

Se¤or Callaghan cruised into the room just as the bell
sounded. I always wondered how teachers did that: right on
time, never early, never late. Years of practice, I guess.

Callaghan started the class with more karaoke. Oops, I mean
more vocabulary. Anyway, he had the whole class reading from
the video screen.


    book         un libro
    calculator   una calculadora
    classroom    una aula
    desk         un escritorio
    homework     la tarea
    student      un estudiante
    student desk un pupitre
    teacher      un profesor
    test         un examen

Now, this wasn't exactly the stuff of Don Quixote or El Cid,
but I knew I'd have to learn it sometime. So I did my duty,
paid attention, and read along with the class. Then, after
ten or fifteen minutes, I felt a twitch.

Remember what I said about being about being erect all the
time? It's always hard; it's always warm; occasionally you
get jerks, twinges, and maybe even a drop? Well, it was one
of those. All three in fact.

    paper   el papel
    pen     una pluma
    pencil  un lapis
    
Another twitch. Another twinge. Two more drops. Then a
really big twitch. I couldn't believe what was happening!

    chalkboard  una pizarra
    eraser      un borrador
    dictionary  un diccionario
    map         un mapa

Suddenly and inexplicably, I was spurting. And again. And
again. I had no control over it. Not piss, of course, but
thick creamy semen. In no time at all, Olivia noticed what
was going on and went bug-eyed. Then it was Rita. Then
Serena, who noticed the back of her sun suit getting wet.
And of course when Serena turned around to see what was
going on, Se¤or Callaghan noticed the situation as well.

"Se¤or Yonson," he began ominously after reaching my desk.
Believe it or not, I was still spurting. Serena had turned
around so I'd get her front side.

"Yes?" I replied. Or maybe I should have said, "¨Si?" I'll
never know.

"Se¤or Yonson, this is not acceptable behavior for class.
¨Comprende?"

"Yeah, Mr. Callaghan, I know that, I know. Se¤or Callaghan,
I mean," I babbled. "Look, this just happened. I wasn't, uh,
you know, to myself and uh, no one else was, uh, either. It
just happened. I don't know why!"

"Thinking nasty thoughts, Se¤or Yonson?" he asked, after
which the whole class snickered.

Then he continued, "Or do you just really like chalkboards,
or erasers, or dictionaries, or maps?" The class snickered
again.

"Honestly, I don't know why this happened," I explained
again. By that time, at least, the spurting had stopped. My
erection, of course, continued, and it seemed the whole
class was watching it.

Callaghan rubbed his chin a moment, and then turned to
Olivia. "I don't suppose you know the cause of this?" he
asked, giving her a slow scan. Olivia seemed a little
uncomfortable with this, her being naked and all, but the
moment passed.

Then Callaghan gave Nadia, Serena, and Rita the third degree
as well. Of course, none of them had done a thing except sit
there.

"Very well, Se¤or Yonson," said Callaghan eventually.
"Normally, I would send you to the office, but today I'm
sending you to the nurse. Perhaps she can get to the bottom
of this. Please be so kind as to clean up your desk and then
report to the nurse."

In no time at all, Rita removed her blouse and helped me
wipe up the seat and the floor. Then, as I was leaving the
room, she put it back on. I was just glad to get out of
there. I couldn't imagine ever living that down.

On the way to Nurse Nystrom's I stopped at the first
restroom, took a pee and rinsed myself off. At least I would
smell OK, I thought.

When I arrived at Nurse Nystrom's two other students were
already sitting and waiting in the outer office. One was a
young girl, probably a freshman or sophomore, dressed in a
white blouse, white knee socks, and plaid kilt. I mean
skirt. The other was a guy I'd seen around, probably a
junior, dressed in a polo shirt and blue jeans. The three of
us just stared at each other.

After a few minutes Nurse Nystrom emerged with Willie
Fundeman, who'd apparently tripped and cut his finger. The
nurse had given him a Band-Aid. Then, she spent about five
minutes apiece with the two kids ahead of me. Then suddenly,
I was in her examining room.

Nystrom was wearing a traditional nurse's hat and a white
surgical top that mostly covered her butt. She opened my
file, prepared to take notes, and began asking questions.

"So, Adam, what seems to be the problem?"

"Well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I spewed cum all
over my desk in Mr. Callaghan's Spanish class."

"You ejaculated?" she confirmed.

I nodded, and then she asked, "Were you masturbating or
fooling around with anyone?"

"No, it just happened. I was paying attention to the
exercise and then suddenly I was spurting. A lot."

"And you're still erect from that?" she confirmed.

"No, I'm erect all the time," I explained, and then I told
her about the confusion with my injection.

"Oh my, isn't that delicious!" she remarked. "Adam, I need
to look at your medical records. Is that OK?"

"Sure," I said, and then I transmitted the access codes.

"OK, I can see where that might happen," she declared after
examining my file. "And I see you got penis and prostrate
enhancement, too. Wow! For these six months, at least,
you're gonna be a fun guy."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by that. I can't possibly get
involved with students. Well look Adam, I think you had a
spontaneous emission, that's all."

"You mean a wet dream? Well, yeah, I did. It was this
morning. But how'd you know about that?"

"This morning? Oh my. No, I meant you had a spontaneous
emission in Spanish class. Your body accumulated all the
semen it could hold and needed to let it out. What time was
your morning emission?"

"About 6:15."

"And this afternoon?"

"About 2:15."

"Wow! That's only an eight hour interval! That's some libido
you've got there, Adam. You'll be ejaculating a lot more
than you did in the past."

"Yeah, but a wet dream every eight hours, even during the
day?"

"That would be one solution; you can just wait for the
spontaneous emissions, if you like them. But actually, any
sort of ejaculation will suffice. And the timing will
probably vary, depending on your system and other factors.
You'll have to monitor yourself and anticipate. Anything
else?"

"Isn't there some way to reverse this?" I pleaded.

"You could talk to your doctor, but I don't think so. You
know, once the nanites from an injection dig in, they tend
to stay in."

"OK, thanks," I answered glumly. Then naked, erect, and
liable to embarrass myself further at any moment, I slowly
headed back to Spanish. Then the bell rang and the hallway
filled with boisterous students bumping me in their rush to
get home. Great, just great. But, with appointments to keep,
I changed direction and headed for the gym.


After School


Vivian was waiting for me outside the locker room. By then,
I suppose the whole school knew what'd happened, but
Vivian's expression was neutral.

"I was going to do weights for an hour or so. Is that OK?" I
asked.

"I got time," she replied. "That was the plan, right?
Weights? No funny business?"

"I guess you wouldn't really need it. Your injection is on
track, right?"

"Oh, yeah. But what's the fun of having muscles if you never
lift anything, huh?"

So we did it together, lifting that is, much as we had the
day before. Vivian set up her own weights this time and to
my surprise, she matched all my weights plus five percent.
She did more repetitions, too. I guess she didn't get much
of a workout on Tuesday, which was strange because she was
supposedly trying to exercise. I began to wonder how strong
she really was.

Neither of us initiated any sex, which was fine with me
because we only had an hour and I did need to get my drills
done.

At four o'clock, the text message I expected from Nadia
arrived. Vivian joined me in a nice friendly shower, and
then we dried off and got in my car.

After I'd taken a couple of turns, Vivian started
complaining, "This isn't the way to my house, Yonson. What's
this stop you have to make?"

"I want you to see something, Vivian."

"I've already seen most of you, and the rest I don't care
about."

"OK, I'm sorry. It'll only take a minute. We're almost
there."

Moments later, I pulled into the parking lot at Bushie's Off-
Road and asked Vivian to come inside. She shrugged, then
stepped ahead of me and entered the showroom. I caught up a
second later.

"We're supposed to meet Nadia here," I explained. "Let her
do the talking, OK?"

"Why don't you just tell me to jump off a cliff?" Vivian
suggested.

"Trust me, this is going to be all right," I reassured her.
I sure hoped Nadia wouldn't prove me wrong.

Just then, Nadia herself came bouncing through the swinging
double doors that separated the showroom from the offices
and stockroom. She was still wearing the minuscule
camouflage outfit.

"Hi, guys. Everything is all set. You're gonna love it," she
promised.

"This usually means trouble," Vivian remarked.

"She still doesn't know, does she?" Nadia asked.

"Know what?" Vivian insisted before I could speak.

"Trust me," encouraged Nadia, after which Vivian returned to
the topic of cliff-jumping. Nadia, however, would have none
of it. Briskly, she ushered us through the double doors and
into Otto Bushman's office.

Otto's office wasn't fancy, but it had the look of a remote
outpost a thousand miles from nowhere. The furniture was old
and wooden, and the walls were loaded with exploring
mementos. Ceiling fans spun overhead.

Otto himself was sitting behind his desk, dressed in a bush
hat, at least. He was a large, energetic fellow, with the
look of spending a lot of time outdoors.

Nadia handed each of us some bottled water, then proceeded
to the introductions.

"Otto, let me introduce Vivian Vivicelli and Adam Jonson,"
she began.

"Yonson," said Vivian.

"Adam and Vivian, this is Otto Bushman, owner of Bushie's
Off-Road Shops. We've been discussing the possibility of you
two making television commercials and personal appearances
to promote Otto's chain of shops."

"Not interested," grumbled Vivian.

"Let's hear her out," I suggested.

"Otto would like the two of you to be seen, around town and
on television, driving an open Jeep that's been modified in
his shop here. It would have custom tires, custom seat
covers, custom gearshift, custom steering wheels, custom off-
road lighting, custom satellite positioning, and so forth.
It would also have advertising logos painted on the hood,
the fenders, the rear, and so forth."

"Not interested," grumbled Vivian.

"If we can come to a handshake agreement this afternoon,
Otto will prepare the Jeep tomorrow during the day, we can
sign a contract tomorrow afternoon, and we can film the
first set of commercials at Dhrystone Lake on Saturday."

"Not interested," grumbled Vivian.

"For these commercials, VAN Enterprises (that's the three of
us) will receive a fee of $15,000. That's $5,000 each."

At that, Vivian sat bolt upright, stared at Nadia, and then
stared at me.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I was properly prepared for this,"
she remarked, speaking to everyone but staring a hole
through the back of my head. "Are there any other terms and
conditions?"

"Yes," said Nadia. "In addition, you, Vivian, will have
seven-day, twenty-four hour use of the customized Jeep,
except when it's being cleaned, used, or repaired for
commercials and appearances. Otto expects you and Adam to be
seen driving it around town."

"So, Mr. Busman, except for filming commercials and making
public appearances, I would have exclusive use of this Jeep
as if it were mine?" Vivian asked.

"Yes, that's right," said Otto.

"That's a very generous offer. What's the catch?"

"None," Nadia explained. "Otto just feels that a lot of
people saw you two being rescued on television last weekend,
and that commercials showing the two of you driving out of a
canyon or under a waterfall or whatever would have a lot of
impact. In other words, it would sell a lot of Jeeps and a
lot of accessories. Same for commercials showing the two of
you setting up camp, cooking, picnicking, and so forth."

"I could drive to school in this Jeep, and use it for
getting around town, and so forth. Is that right?" Vivian
asked.

"Yes," Nadia confirmed. "In fact, Otto wants you to."

"What about, uh, Yonson here?"

"Otto would love for both of you to be in the Jeep together,
but he understands you're not living together, and that
driving together won't always be possible."

Vivian turned and stared at me.

"I already have a car," I explained.

Vivian's eyes by now had burned completely through the back
of my head. I raised my eyebrows and shrugged.

"I'm very sorry, but as I explained, I don't think I was
properly prepared for this," Vivian stated. "Can you excuse
us for a moment?" And then, with her bottled water in one
hand and me in the other, she dragged me into the hallway
and behind a shipping crate.

"This is you, isn't it, Yonson?" she asked brusquely.

"Actually, it was Otto's idea," I replied. "I got a message
from him Tuesday morning."

"And how does Nadia fit into this?" Vivian asked, taking a
drink.

"She gonna be our agent," I replied, at which Vivian spewed
water all over the shipping create. I think she got some in
her nose, too. "She's also our vice president of marketing.
I think she's doing an excellent job, don't you?"

"Yeah, this is you all right, Yonson," Vivian replied,
having regained her composure. "Damn, though. Havin' my own
Jeep. Bein' on television. Makin' big bucks as an outdoorsy
chick. How come you didn't warn me about this?"

"I thought it was better as a surprise. Oh yeah, and I
thought you might not believe me."

"Well, I'm gonna hear this out, Yonson, but I'm not makin'
any promises," she said. Then, she spun around and headed
toward the office. Once inside, she sat with head erect,
back straight, knees together, and hands on her lap. It was
perfect charm school posture, but on Vivian it looked a
little strange. Especially without clothes.

"Could I deliver pizzas in this Jeep?" she asked.

"Yes, unless it's a problem with Kaunadodo Pizza," Nadia
confirmed.

"What would be our obligations for the $15,000 fee?" Vivian
asked smoothly. It was really odd to hear her talk that way.
In fact, it was downright freaky, even if she did ace Senior
English as a junior.

"That's for driving up to the lake Saturday, four to six
hours of shooting, and driving home. If the commercials are
successful -- that is, if sales go up enough -- you start
getting bonuses. If there are any additional shootings or
appearances, VAN Enterprises would receive additional fees,"
Nadia explained.

"Last weekend, the news people discovered us in rather
intimate circumstances. I gather this resulted in a degree
of notoriety. Are you expecting us to repeat that?" Vivian
asked.

"No, but if you want to, I can put you in touch with my
brother," Otto replied. "He runs Pinky's Winks and Kinks."

"Perhaps some other time," Vivian deferred. "Now, for how
long would I have the use of this Jeep?"

"As long as it keeps bringing in business," Otto replied. I
think he was getting impatient with Nadia, Vivian, or both.

"A couple of months, at least," he continued. "Maybe as much
as a year. We'll see how business is running. Of course,
when the new models come out, we'd have to make a switch."

"Do you mean to an older model?" Vivian asked suspiciously.

"No, no, to the new model. If you don't want people keeping
their old vehicle, you need to show 'em a new one."

"Would you excuse us again, please?" Vivian asked politely.
This time she dragged Nadia as well as me behind the
shipping crate.

"Yonson, you swear this is legitimate?" she asked.

"Yes, Vivian, I do."

"How we gonna handle the contracts and the money?" Vivian
asked.

"I've been talking to your mom, Adam," Nadia announced. I'm
not sure why that made me queasy, but it did.

Nadia then continued, "She knew the lawyer who did the
contracts for those real estate commercials you mentioned.
His name is Edgar Robinsong. I called him, and if I get this
information to him by five-thirty today, he can have
standard contracts ready and meet us here at four tomorrow
afternoon. Otto and his lawyer can be here at the same
time."

"What's this VAN Enterprises" Vivian wanted to know.

"It's a partnership of the three of us," Nadia explained.
"Any money we earn goes into the partnership, and we can
each draw money out, up to our share. Mr. Robinsong
recommended a CPA named Lucy Lastic to manage it for us."

"What if somethin' here don't work out?" Vivian asked.

"We automatically renegotiate after sixty days."

"Your mom really knows this lawyer?" Vivian asked?

"I'm sure she does," I confirmed.

"I'm probably gonna regret this, but OK, let's do it," said
Vivian.

Woo! Yes! I love it when a plan comes together!

Nadia let out a tremendous breath, then we all shook hands
and filed back into Otto's office

"What about getting the Jeep ready and scheduling the camera
crew?" I asked.

"If we shake hands on this today, I can get the Jeep ready
tomorrow," Otto promised. "And there's a video company I
work with all the time. We were going up toward the lake
anyway. I'll give `em a call and I'm sure they'll be ready."

"Do we have a deal?" Nadia asked, then we all look around
and saw each other nodding. We all shook hands and it was
done.

Nadia and Otto compared notes on the deal, and we all wished
each other luck. Nadia headed over to Edgar Robinsong's
office and I got in the car to drive Vivian home. Vivian,
however, just stood outside the driver's side window. And
she was staring at me again with that look.

"What?" I asked.

"Why?" she replied.

"I'm making $5,000. So are you. So is Nadia. Isn't that a
reason?"

"No, somethin' else 's goin' on here, Yonson. You wanna tell
me about it?"

I could hardly believe the way Vivian was alternating
between proper English and street talk. It made her seem
like two different people. I began to wonder which of them,
if either, was the Vivian I knew, and which was genuine.

"There's nothing to tell, Vivian," I reassured her. Then I
got back out of the car and stood facing her.

"Yeah, and Nadia went straight," Vivian quoted cynically.
"And I get a tricked-out ride out of this, and you don't,
and it doesn't bother you. I'm sure you coulda steered that
Jeep toward yourself."

"I told you: I already have a car."

"What about that business with delivering pizza? Unless it's
a problem with Kaunadodo Pizza?"

"Well, if Mr. Kaunadodo wants you to use the pizza joint's
car, then I guess you'd have to use the pizza joint's car."

"That bucket of bolts? It barely runs and he's always payin'
to have it fixed. Naw, if I could drive somethin' else,
that'd be fine with him."

"Well, all right, then. I mean, it was Nadia who said that.
Ask her what she meant. Are you going to get in?"

"Yeah, I guess," she replied, walking around the hood and
plopping her naked butt on the car seat. At least she didn't
have to worry, as I did, about getting tangled in the
steering wheel.

We were already halfway to her aunt's apartment when Vivian
remembered she was supposed to start work at five. "Would
you mind dropping me off at Kaunadodo's?" she asked.

"No problem," I replied, making a U-turn. Fortunately,
Kaunadodo's wasn't far and I dropped her off in plenty of
time.

Only when I'd driven away, however, did I realize how
exhausted I was. Not physically, but mentally. I was angry,
too. But somewhere deep inside, I realized Vivian wasn't as
hard and ungrateful as she seemed. I knew she'd had a tough
life growing up, and that made her defensive and suspicious.
I guess I'd realized the nature of that, but not the depth.
I began to wonder if my plan for her was justified or
whether it cut too deep. I wondered if I was making
decisions for her that she needed to make herself.

Mom was just serving dinner when I got home. There was
really no time to get dressed, nor any point, so I just sat
down and ate. Dad asked about my day, so I gave him a quick
run-through of my classes. Later, I mentioned that Bushie's
might want me and Vivian to do some commercials, but I
didn't make a big deal out of it.

When Dad asked about the amount, however, and when I'd told
him, he certainly made a big deal of it. He wasn't angry or
anything; he was just excited at the prospect of it. Of
course, neither of us knew whether the deal would actually
go through.

Mom and Dad were both worried that I might be getting conned
or cheated, but then I told them Edgar Robinsong was
handling the legal details. After that, they felt much
better.

After dinner I called Mr. Sudstrom at Game Gear and Garb. He
confirmed that Nadia had been talking with him, and that it
was OK for me to do filming on Saturday rather than working
at the store.

With that resolved, I started my homework. After being naked
all day in public, I didn't see much point in getting
dressed for the last few hours at home.

About nine-thirty Nadia called to reassure me the contracts
would be ready after school on Friday. I congratulated her
on making a great deal, of course, and asked how she'd done
it.

On Wednesday she left Eisenblush early, then cased Bushie's
Off Road, and then went to the mall for the camouflage
outfit. After that she returned to Bushie's, convinced the
hard-case customer to buy $1,500 worth of accessories, then
met with Otto before he closed at nine o'clock.

Then, all through the day on Thursday, she'd worked the
phones with Otto and some other contacts who might buy
advertising space on the Jeep. Game Gear and Garb, for
example, had signed up for a rear fender. Bald Mountain
Fuels took the other rear fender, and was supplying all the
hydrogen. She'd finished negotiating with Otto only minutes
before Vivian and I arrived. After our meeting with Otto,
she'd gone straight to Edgar Robinsong and given him the
terms of the deal. Edgar would call Otto's lawyer during the
day on Friday.

I have to say, I was impressed. Nadia's actions proved I'd
made exactly the right choice in selecting an agent and a
partner. I trusted her implicitly. Of course, it helped to
know that Edgar Robinsong was my mom's brother.

                          * * * * *
                              
After finishing the call with Nadia, I finished my homework
and did my weights. Then, I felt a twitch. With no other
recourse, I went in the bathroom, sat on the edge of the
tub, and drained myself. It didn't take much, just a couple
of gentle touches. Then, as long as I needed to rinse the
tub, I took a piss and a quick shower as well. Then I
brushed my teeth, changed my sheets, and fell asleep. It was
too late to put on pajamas. I should have done it the day
before.


Friday


Any day you wake up knowing from the first moment that
you're screwed is going to be a bad day. And yes, in case
you're wondering, I woke up pumping cum again. At least I
kept my hands clean this time.

Hearing the twins in the bathroom, I knew I had to wait. So
first I used the top sheet to wipe myself, and then I
changed the linens again. A couple of times, I snagged them
on my cock. Erect, erect, erect; all the damn time erect. I
could still hear the shower running, so I laid down and
stared at the ceiling for a while.

"Adam, may I come in?" asked Mom.

Oh great! I just messed the sheets for the second day in a
row, I'm laying there naked, on top the covers, with an
erection pointed up like some kind of space missile, and my
mom wants to come in and have a chat.

"Sure," I replied. I really felt I should've gotten up and
put something on, but what was the point? She sure hadn't
bothered. To put anything on, that is.

Quietly she entered the room and sat on a corner of the bed.
I hadn't counted on that. I wished again I'd put something
on, but it didn't seem to be bothering Mom at all.

"Adam, are you doing all right?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I see you've gone through a lot of sheets lately. Are you
having sweats, or throwing up, or anything?"

"No. Uh, look, this is kind of embarrassing, but I've been
having trouble with wet dreams."

"Yes, I saw you this morning."

What kind of deal is that? I felt sick. Mom, though, seemed
to be taking it matter-of-factly. "Is this something else
from your injection?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's what Nurse Nystrom says."

"So if you don't have enough sex, you have a wet dream?"

"Yeah. It happened yesterday in Spanish class," I admitted.

"Oh my, even during the day? Well, look, Adam, if there's
anything I can do to help, be sure and let me know. OK?"

"Like what?" I asked with some trepidation. I mean, there I
was, pretty well laid out for her. From time to time she was
glancing at my dick. I was trying not to look at her breasts
but I wasn't always succeeding.

"Well, I'll wash those sheets for you, and maybe get some
more. Do you still want a top sheet?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, when I walk by your room at night, you always have
your covers kicked off. It's all right. Your father and I
don't use top covers any more: not since we turned up the
thermostats."

I didn't need to know that.

"Uh, I'm not sure," I replied. I was certainly used to
having a top sheet, and would have preferred one, but what
was the point if I was going to keep kicking it off?

"Well, I'll see what they've got," said Mom noncommittally.
"It sounds like the twins are done in the bathroom. You
probably need to go. You can always come to me, you know
that, don't you Adam?"

"Yes, Mom."

"OK, I love you," she finished, giving me a pat on the
thigh.

"I love you too," I said without any touching, and then I
headed for the bathroom. Mom stayed on the bed, watching
from behind as I left the room.

By then I was fully hard again, which would've made pissing
a five minute exercise at least. So instead I took a cold
shower and did everything in the bathtub. The twins had used
up most of the hot water anyway.

Mom met me in the kitchen, gave me the once-over, and
smiled. "Not getting dressed this morning?" she asked.

So of course I had to tell her about the come-as-you-are
pajama party, and about the critical time of five o'clock
Thursday morning, and about how I'd been naked at the time.
I'm not sure if she found that pleasing or just amusing, but
either way she kept smiling.

When I finished eating it seemed like I should go upstairs
for something, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out
what. Clothes, I suppose, but that was out of the question.
So what the hell; I went naked out the back door, naked
across the driveway, naked into my car; and naked to school.
Mrs. Huxley, our neighbor, saw me getting into the car and
waved. I waved back.

My timing was perfect; Ms. Sprite was just opening the doors
as I parked. Olivia saw me coming up the walk and waited for
me, naked as usual. I suppose I should have expected that.
Not many people who went naked all day would wear clothes to
bed.

Olivia seemed unusually pleased to see me that morning; I
suppose she was glad I hadn't arrived with a couple of
footlockers full of clothes. Together we headed straight to
the showers and got each other very clean. I was a little
worried about the amount of cum I'd have available but as
events transpired, it was plenty.

Ethan and Caitlin were still under the terms of their bet,
and therefore arrived naked. So did Paul Aquino and most of
the other swimmers who went naked most days. Among the rest,
most of the guys showed up in gym shorts, boxers, or regular
pajama bottoms, with or without a t-shirt or pajama tops.
The girls who weren't naked wore an assortment of t-shirts,
tank tops, camisoles, and nightgowns. If the top was short,
they generally wore briefs or boxers as well.

Nobody wore their nightclothes in the pool, of course, so
workouts were pretty normal. Serena was wearing a slightly-
too-short satin nightie, but agreed to hold my PDA again.
Rita was wearing an oversize t-shirt and keeping her hands
off Owen, who'd shown up in a t-shirt and boxers.

Workouts ran smoothly; everyone had them down to a routine
and everyone was serious about their swimming. Olivia slid
up against me a little more than necessary as we waited at
the blocks, but I didn't make an issue of it.

At about seven-thirty Ms. Sprite called me aside. "Adam, I
thought you were going to change in my office this morning,"
she began.

"There really wasn't any point," I explained. "I was
sleeping naked yesterday morning, and all my friends decided
we should do the come-as-you-are thing, so here I am,
spending another day naked in school."

"You don't say? Well, stop by my office after workouts. I've
got something for you," said Ms. Sprite, then she hurried
over to another lane.

At eight-fifteen we finished workouts as usual. I took a
quick shower with Olivia, then headed over to Ms. Sprite's
office. There, stacked on one daybed, were all my missing
clothes from Tuesday and Wednesday! The clothes from
Wednesday were even free of glue! And the two extra locks
from Thursday were there as well!

"How did this get here?" I asked Ms. Sprite.

"I have no idea," she replied.

I stared at her a long time.

"I can only suppose that whoever was pulling these pranks on
you feels they've gone on long enough, or at least wants to
apologize."

I stared at her some more.

"These things were just outside my door this morning," Ms.
Sprite explained further. "Someone must have left them
there."

I said nothing. I thought about suggesting a check of the
security cameras, but felt fairly certain they hadn't been
working. Turned off by mistake, for example.

"Look, Adam, I don't know what suspicions you have, but I
suspect these pranks are going to stop. If you have any real
evidence against anyone, give it to me now and I'll see that
they're punished. Otherwise, this is probably over."

At that, I took a step closer to her. We were only six
inches apart. Then I moved a little closer. Then she grabbed
my back, closed her eyes, and raised her lips.

"Evidence," I uttered softly. Then immediately, Ms. Sprite
released me like hot frying pan.

"That was a dirty trick, Adam," she said.

"Yours or mine?"

"Are you going to report me?"

"I don't think so," I replied. "You could just as easily
report me for propositioning a teacher. Just make sure this
kind of thing stops. And not just with me. With anybody."

"Thank you, Adam. There wasn't anyone else, and there won't
be. I guess I just got carried away with you. It's all this
nakedness, you know. I just, well, I like the way you look.
But no more tricks. Strictly business. Is that OK?

"Yeah, it's OK."

"Are you going to quit the swim team?"

"No. I like swimming too much for that. Look: You're my
coach. I'm the athlete. That's where it begins and ends.
That's all."

"Thank you, Adam. Can I make it up to you somehow?"

"Look, it wasn't such a big deal. And I could get in trouble
for leading you on just now. So let's just call it even."

"Strictly business," she promised, standing there with both
of us naked.

"Strictly business," I agreed, then I took my clothes and
put them in my locker. I don't know what Ms. Sprite did
after I left her office, but she was on time for Gym class.


Period 1 - Gym


Judging from the kids in Gym class, come-as-you-are day
looked like a tremendous success. If a person wore anything
at all, it seemed to be bedclothes.

Crystal and I, of course, were naked. We'd both admitted at
lunch Thursday that we'd been sleeping that way. Cliff
Liepper was naked too, presumably because his whole family
had gone naked over the summer. Kristin was wearing a long
flannel nightgown, and Gary Fischbak was wearing sweatpants.

A few kids were naked in class for the first time, and most
of the rest were wearing pajamas, gym shorts, or boxers.
Most of the girls were wearing tops; most of the guys
weren't. There were only a few fancy negligees.

Tess Palmer showed up in a replica of the black and pink
nightie Barbara Streisand wore in The Owl and the Pussycat.
Yeah, the one with pink handprints on the black bra top.

Willie Fundeman was dressed exactly like Tess, and both of
them pretty upset about it.

Ms. Sprite had shown up just in time to activate the video.

"Good morning students and teachers," Ms. Holloway began,
wearing only a cotton nightcap. "I just have two
announcements this morning.

"First, as you know, the official Naked in School Program
starts Monday. We'll select the participants this morning,
and send out notifications during third period. Of course,
you won't receive them until the com block gets lifted at
the end of the period.

"If you get selected and want to appeal, just come to the
office today between periods. However, I must warn you, such
appeals almost never get accepted. If you can come to
school, you can be in The Program.

"For those of you who are selected, please be in the south
end of the gym fifteen minutes before classes start on
Monday. That's eight-fifteen. If you have any clothes on,
you can take them off at that time, and then we'll give you
any final instructions.

"Second, from what I've seen, participation in come-as-you-
are day is excellent. Thanks to you all, congratulations to
student government, and let's have fun with this.

"That's all for this morning. Have an enjoyable and
productive day."

"Wake up, people," ordered Ms. Sprite as soon as the video
went dark. "Outside! Anything you can't run in, leave it at
the door!"

Kristin wasted no time removing her long flannel nightgown.
"What's with that thing?" I asked.

"Oh, you know, my parents are like, so not into naked. My
mom and dad wear these heavy clothes all the time, and they
keep the house like, freezing, and there's this vent that
blows cold air right onto my bed, and oh, I could just blow
a tit. It's all so lame!"

Ms Sprite, by then, was shouting more instructions.
Basically, we were supposed to run a lap around the whole
athletic field. The five of us -- me, Crystal, Kristin,
Cliff, and Gary -- started out together but before long
Cliff, Kristin, and Gary had fallen back. I was surprised at
first that Crystal kept up with me, but I guess she was in
pretty good shape. Either that or she had some pretty good
injections. Toward the end I think she even slowed down for
me. I'm kinda large for distance running, you know.

"So, is something going on with you and Vivian?" Crystal
asked later in the showers. She was scrubbing my front and
Kristin was handling the back. Both of them had asked for
help scrubbing their backs, and I'd claimed equal time.

"Like what?" I asked noncommittally.

"Like, you two are going to be doing TV commercials? Is that
right?" Crystal asked.

"It's not finalized," I claimed. "Why? What did you hear?"
And from who, I wondered.

"Vivian called last night and told me about it. She can
really use the money, you know. If this goes through, it's
going to be wonderful for her."

I had no idea where Crystal was headed. I tried "What? I had
some water in my ear."

"I said Vivian told me about it and it sounds great for
her."

The girls finished scrubbing me down and I started on
Kristin's back. "So, are you two going to be close after
all?" asked Crystal from behind.

"You mean emotionally?" I temporized. "I don't know."

"You're not making this easy," Crystal claimed as I started
on her back.

"Easy how?" I asked.

"OK. I'm not sure I should tell you this, but Monday night I
was talking with Vivian and she said there was nothing
between the two of you. So I thought you were, like,
available. So are you?"

Crystal and Kristin were both facing me now. And you know,
naked pompom girls, all wet and slippery, with shower spray
bouncing off them, ought to be a lovely sight. Except that
both were glaring at me like it was the Spanish inquisition.

"Look, Crystal, Vivian and I got caught up in some events.
I'm still working through the consequences, and I guess so
is she. But that's not a full relationship; not in the way I
think you're asking."

The two girls stared at each other with pained expressions,
then headed for the towels. I would've loved to watch them
dry but necessity called. I turned away, turned the shower
on cold, froze my balls for a couple of minutes, and then
peed. As to draining that other, white, sticky fluid, that
would have to wait.


Period 2 - Communications


Crystal and Kristin were already gone when I left the
showers. As quickly as I could, I dried myself, straightened
my hair, and headed to Communications class. Nadia, Vivian,
and Crystal had already taken our usual couch, so I took a
seat in the next one forward. Next to me was a tiny oriental
girl in cartoon pajamas that had a tail and feet. Her
boyfriend was wearing puce and chartreuse fishnet gym
shorts. It didn't seem to bother her that I was naked, or
erect. In fact, she gave me a little squeeze. Yeah, there.
We almost had an accident, although I guess she didn't know
that.

Mr. Magnusson showed the tape Crystal and Joel had made the
day before, and then summarized the audience feedback.
Crystal got better scores all around, but particularly in
pronunciation and stage presence. But everyone agreed the
questions were lame and that the camera work and titling
were unprofessional.

For the rest of the class, Magnusson showed us three
professional interview clips. After each clip, we spent
about ten minutes discussing it and comparing it to Crystal
and Joel's interview.

After class, Nadia, Vivian, and Crystal marched out in
unison. I tried asking Vivian how things were going but she
rushed off with the others. They were still on the other
side of the hall, talking, when I left the room and headed
for English. I thought about looking for Sandra before
class, but then I decided my life was already complicated
enough.


Period 3 - English


Nothing, of course, can ever be simple. Sandra was waiting
for me in the back row of Mr. Kent's classroom wearing a
black satin nightgown. On top it was low cut and lacy; on
the bottom it was thigh-length; and in back it started below
the shoulder blades.

"Hi Sandra. Nice outfit!" I greeted her nonchalantly.

"Same to you," Sandra replied impishly. "But I'm missing the
final accessory. Would you help me out?"

Yeah, I'd seen that coming. You know you're having a bad day
when nothing can even be difficult. I have to admit, though,
that she looked pretty good in that thin, smooth nightgown.
And I still owed her a favor or two. And I needed to empty
myself before afternoon classes.

"I still have five minutes before the bell," I observed, "so
let's go across the hall, OK?"

"Whatever floats," Sandra remarked, and then we rushed into
the washroom. We were barely inside the door when she pulled
me toward her. She grabbed my shoulders and butt, and I
grabbed hers. Her breasts almost felt better through the
slippery fabric than if they were naked. My cock was
straight up, jammed between our abs, sliding against her
sexy fabric. It didn't take long.

"Here it comes," I warned her, then she stepped back and
trailed her fingers onto my dick and balls. She stroked me
exquisitely for a moment, then the first burst got her right
in the waist. As I continued she aimed me everywhere: her
breasts, her abs, her hips, her thighs. Finally she dropped
to her knees, scented her hair, and licked the last drop. I
moved close to kiss her, but she raised her hand in refusal.

"You'll get yourself all sticky," Sandra explained, and it
was true. The whole front of her nightgown was soaked.

"We better get to class," I reminded her.

"Yeah, I guess you should," remarked Crystal.

Like a shot I turned to face her. Her expression, however,
was difficult to read. Amused? Superior? Commanding?

Sandra clearly knew something was going on, but just as
clearly didn't know what. "I hope you don't mind," she
finally asked Crystal.

"Oh, no. Just keep in mind that Adam's life is, like, really
complicated these days, and he might not be available the
way you think."

Sandra looked at Crystal for a moment, and then at me. I
looked at Sandra, and then at Crystal. Crystal, who'd
already seen more of Sandra than she wanted, watched me the
whole time. Then the bell rang and we all rushed pell-mell
into English class.

Mr. Kent gave us a disapproving stare, but I don't think he
marked us tardy. There were only three seats left, all in
the back row, and somehow I ended up in the middle one.

Kent was wearing a long, red and white, pin-striped
nightshirt. It had a tie string around the neck that he'd
knotted in a large, precise bow. He was wearing some
slippers, too, which I don't think he really wore to bed.
But a lot of people were doing that; Sandra, for example,
was wearing a pair of black high heels.

Anais Nin seemed like the least of my worries that day,
except that I had an essay due Monday. I tried to pay
attention and join the discussions -- I really did -- but it
was tough sitting there between Crystal and Sandra, and
having the two of them watch me back. Especially with the
scent rising from Sandra. My scent.

When class was over, Sandra looked uncertainly at both me
and Crystal. Unfortunately, neither of us felt sure enough
to provide Sandra an explanation. Finally, she just shook
her head, wished us a good weekend, and headed out. It was
really quite a nightgown.

Then, my PDA and Crystal's simultaneously beeped to indicate
a new message. Together we opened our messages, and together
we groaned. The messages said:

     Greetings from the Principal:
     
     Congratulations! The Naked in School Selection
     Committee has selected you for participation in The
     Program next week. The Committee believes this will
     teach you:
     
     o  To be comfortable and confident about your body.
     o  To address your sexuality in a healthy and positive
        way.
     o  To participate freely in a liberal and open society.

     To begin this activity, please report to the south end
     of the new gym at 8:15 AM Monday. There you'll receive
     final instructions and surrender any clothing you may
     be wearing.
     
     In compensation for this week-long activity, you will
     receive.
     
     o  5 Participation Points for participation in The Program
        during regular school hours.
     o  5 additional Participation Points (10 total) if you
        also participate under Program rules in five off-hours
        school events during the week.
     o  5 additional Participation Points (15 total) if you
        also remain under Program rules 24 hours per day during
        theentire week.

     Please remember that you must earn 30 participation
     points to graduate or advance, and that 15 of these
     points must come from The Program.
     
     Have an enjoyable and productive week.
     
     Meagan Halloway
     Principal, Bald Mountain High School
     
"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Crystal asked. My misery seemed to
amuse her.

"I'm in The Program next week!"

"Yeah, me too. So what? It's not gonna be that much
different from this week."

"I hated going around naked this week."

"You don't look it."

"Very funny. I don't think this is a coincidence. Do you?"

We stared at each other for a brief moment, then Crystal
uttered one word, "Nadia."

"Teah," I added.

Suddenly, neither of us could get to lunch fast enough. So
much for past wounds.


Lunch


Ben, Dan, and Teah were already at our table when we
arrived. Ben was wearing a long bulky nightshirt, and Dan
was in gym shorts. Teah wore a short pink fitted t-shirt
imprinted with the words, "My other bottoms are Calvins."
All three were staring into space.

"What's up, guys?" I asked.

Teah was the only one who spoke. "We're all in The Program,"
she explained.

"Us too," I commiserated.

"Ben and Dan think it's all my fault," Teah continued. "But
all I did was turn in those cards without dates, like we
agreed."

"Well, that was your idea," I reminded her. "There's no way
of knowing if that sped things up, though. They might have
picked us anyway."

"It sure didn't slow things down," Dan complained.

"It was fair, Dan. I checked," said Ben. They picked the
names by hand, not by computer, and none of the student
aides had anything to do with it. They were all in class."

"Do you think if they picked one of us, they automatically
took all of us?" asked Dan.

"I dunno, man; it was all off-line," said Ben. "Well, it was
gonna come sometime. The news is gonna be out, that's all."

"What news?" Crystal asked.

"Never mind," urged Nadia, who'd just shown up with Vivian.
Nadia was wearing a pair of navy blue tap pants and Vivian
was in a serious funk.

"I take it you two are in The Program as well," said Teah.

"Minor shit," mumbled Vivian.

"Kaunadodo's is closing," explained Nadia. "That's why
Kaunadodo didn't buy any advertising space on the Jeep."

Vivian shot Nadia a look that implied daggers. "Yeah, Viv,
he told me yesterday during the day, and he specifically
asked me not to tell you. He promised to tell you last
night, though. That's what he did, right?"

"Yeah, he did," Vivian confirmed. "I guess he lost his
lease. The landlord's gonna knock down the building and put
up one of those new super salons. Go figure."

"Can't he just move?" Teah asked.

"Yeah, he's movin' al right. All the way back to Namibia.
He's gonna open a taco joint in Windhoek. That's the
capital."

"At least you'll have the money from the commercials," Nadia
pointed out.

"Yeah, but I wanted to save that. And who knows if that
whole gig is actually going to work out? I still think
there's a catch in there somewhere."

"Save it for what?" Teah asked Vivian.

"College, as if," explained Vivian.

"Can't you get another job?" I asked.

"Yes, probably, but not for the same pay. Kaunadodo never
paid squat but the tips were really good," Vivian explained.

Between The Program and Vivian losing her job, everyone was
pretty bummed out. We just concentrated on our food for a
while, gruesome as it was. I had no idea that Kaunadodo's
would be closing, and I wondered if I'd be laying too much
on Vivian all at once. But it was really too late to stop.
Plus, I decided, my scheme would be good for her,
regardless.

"So, is anyone thinking of going seven and twenty-four?"
Teah asked.

All seven of us stopped eating and glared at her.

"Well, if you don't want to be in The Program, wouldn't you
rather get it over in one week?" she asked.

Everyone kept staring at her, right until the bell rang.
Then we all bussed our trays and glumly headed to class.


Period 4 - U.S. History


"I'm really sorry about your job," I told Vivian as we left
the cafeteria.

"It's all right, Yonson. I'll figger somethin' out," she
replied.

"We're still going over to Bushie's after school, right?" I
verified.

"Yeah, I can hardly wait to see how that turns out.
Everything's been goin' so well lately, ya know?"

Vivian turned away, but I caught her arm. I nearly lost a
wrist doing it too; she was that strong. But then she
stopped, looked down at my hand, and glared into my face.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked.

"You're not gettin' any rubba-dub-dub stuff in the hallway
today, Yonson."

"That's not it," I explained. "I guess you told Crystal I
was available. I'm just wondering why."

"Well, you are, as far as I'm concerned. Whadja think, I was
makin' some kind of pass at you up there at Dan's last
weekend?"

"It did seem that way occasionally."

"You flatter yourself, Yonson. Look, I don't need you, and
you don't need me. I don't think you even like me. So go
have your fun with Crystal, or Kristin, or Sandra from
English, or your shower buddy Olivia on the swim team, or
all of 'em as far as I care. Now, can I have my arm?"

I released her, and then watched to see what she would do.
She watched me too for a moment, as if wondering what I
might say. Then she spun and headed off to History. I
watched her naked backside until she passed out of sight,
and then headed toward History myself.

Mr. Laitle got to class early, and made sure Rebecca Unger
was sitting well behind Gary Fischbak. Not that it made much
difference. Rebecca was wearing only a sheer white baby doll
pajama top, making another slow strip a doubtful
possibility. Gary was wearing an old pair of sweat pants.
But I guess Mr. Laitle was just making sure.

Vivian seemed like she wanted to be alone, so I sat a row
away from her. But then she looked up, moved over, and took
the seat next to mine. We said nothing.

Class itself was uneventful. Mr. Laitle was wearing an
unremarkable t-shirt and some ordinary sweatpants with a
hole in the leg. The lesson was about early New World
explorers such as Francisco de Coronado, Hern n Cort‚s,
Hernando De Soto, Jacques Cartier, John and Sebastian Cabot,
Nunez de Balboa, and Vasco da Gama.

When class was over I double-checked with Vivian about going
to Bushie's Off-Road after school. She said she'd meet me by
the same door.


Period 5 - Math


Much to my relief, Paul and Ethan weren't waiting for me
when I got to Math class. Ms. Newton was there, wearing pink
sweat shorts and a crop top to match, but I was mostly
concerned with the girl who'd worn the prairie dress
Thursday. I almost thought she was going to be absent, but
then I finally recognized her. She looked a lot different in
smooth white cotton panties and a ribbed tank top.

"Uh, can I talk to you a minute?" I asked. "My name is Adam
Jonson."

"Yeah, I guess," she replied nervously. Then she gave me the
once over, pausing pretty much where you'd suspect. She
glanced once at Ms. Newton, too.

"Well, you know, yesterday we were sitting across from each
other and, um, I'm afraid you may have gotten the wrong
impression of me."

"How so?" she asked, glancing around the room.

"Well, I was with my friends Ethan and Paul yesterday, and
we're all on the swim team, and we have to be naked for
meets and practices and stuff this year, and Paul doesn't
like clothes anyway, and Ethan lost this tennis bet, and I
had this mix-up at the doctor's, and."

"What's your point?" she asked impatiently.

"I just wanted you to know I'm not gay," I explained. And
then she burst out laughing. Hysterically. As in trouble
standing, trouble breathing, tears rolling down her cheeks.
All the time pointing at my cock.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she finally managed to say. "That's
the best line I've heard in quite a while. How could you be
gay and get that erection on account of me?"

Of course, after her initial outburst, the whole class was
trying to overhear. So, at the risk of poking her hip, I
moved closer. "My injection makes me hard all the time," I
explained quietly. "So, it's not because of you, or Ethan,
or Paul, or anyone else."

"Ethan, or Paul, or." For a moment, I thought she was going
to fly off again.

"Look, Adam. I volunteer a few days a week at the Pioneer
Museum north of town. I act and dress like a girl my age a
hundred and fifty years ago. I was going there after school
yesterday, and that's why I was wearing that pioneer dress."

"So?"

"Well, the sight of a woman completely covered that way, I
guess it's a fetish for some guys. So when you were looking
at me yesterday, and you had that erection, I thought
maybe."

"No, I'm not like that at all," I explained. "I mean,
history is interesting and everything, but I like your
outfit today much better. I hope you don't take that the
wrong way."

"No. Thank you, in fact. My name's Margaret Brown, by the
way. Everyone calls me Molly."

"Hello, Molly, nice to meet you," I replied, then the bell
rang and we sat next to each other. Ethan and Paul were
safely on the other side of the room with a couple of girls
wearing men's dress shirts.

Math class itself was uneventful. Ms. Newton delivered her
lecture and nobody fell asleep snoring or anything like
that. The last ten minutes we had an easy quiz.

Ms. Newton collected the quizzes as we left the room. Once
Molly had turned in her quiz and left the room, Crystal and
Kristin were all over my case.

"Another conquest, Adam?" Crystal asked cynically.

"Nothing so complicated," I explained. "I just thought she
might've got a wrong impression yesterday, and if she did, I
wanted to clear it up."

"Wrong impression, eh?" pondered Kristin. "You know, in
Fashion class yesterday, she was starting rumors that you're
gay."

Now who's telling the truth? I wondered.

"Don't worry, Kristin's just kidding," Crystal reassured me.
Which, of course, served to complicate matters even more.


Period 6 - Spanish


Spanish was delightfully boring. There was no flirting with
Olivia, no intrigue with Nadia, no erupting on Serena or
anyone else. The fact that Se¤or Callaghan apparently slept
naked wasn't an issue.

After class, I told Olivia, Serena, Rita, and Owen about the
party at Ben's house. Rita and Owen, of course, would be
coming together. I asked the others not to bring more than
one other person.

"Adam, you're taking Vivian to Bushie's, right?" asked
Nadia.

"Yes, as soon as I get dressed," I told her.

"Dressed?" she asked, panic creeping into her voice.

"Well, yeah. I got my stolen and locked-up clothes back this
morning, and the come-as-you-are pajama party is over. I
don't like this, you know." To illustrate, I pointed from my
shoulders to my knees.

"Well Adam, Bushie thinks of you and Vivian as always being
naked. That's how he first saw you, and that's how you were
yesterday. We don't want him to feel like he's dealing with
somebody else, now. And he will, if you show up in clothes."

"You're not messing with me here, right? We're both messing
with Bushie?"

"That was our agreement," Nadia assured me.

"OK, see you at Bushie's, then," I told her, and then I was
off.


After School


It took a few minutes to get the clothes from my locker and
stuff them in a bag but even so, when I got to the door near
the parking lot, Vivian wasn't there. I decided to wait five
minutes before calling her, and she appeared after four and
a half. She was still moody, and didn't look directly at me.
During the drive to Bushie's, we didn't speak at all.

Nadia met us in Bushie's parking lot at 3:25. Edgar
Robinsong, our lawyer, pulled up at 3:28. At 3:30 sharp,
Nadia led us in inside and straight to Otto Bushman's
office.

Otto introduced his lawyer, Heidi Valabulse, who was dressed
in a fairly conservative business bikini. You know the look:
navy blue pinstripe briefs, matching bra top, dress sandals,
and a riding crop. A nose ring added individuality.

Otto took us into his back lot to see the Jeep and it was
fabulous. The body was mostly bright yellow with black trim.
The Jeep had tricked-out wheels, a roll bar, and extra off-
road headlights. It also had every possible gadget: global
positioning, in-dash mapping, two-way radio, a front winch,
a back hitch, surround-sound audio, power mirrors, and even
terrycloth seat covers for our naked butts. You name it, the
Jeep had it. Except, of course, for a top or doors. The
point, after all, was for people to see us in the Jeep.

Of course there were stickers, logos, and hand-painted
advertising everywhere; we expected that. The overall effect
was like a racing car. Everyone was really impressed. I
think Vivian was ready to drive away that instant.

There was a forty-foot motor home parked there too, and it
looked fabulous. The paint job alone marked it as some rich
guy's toy. Vivian, of course, spent all her time looking at
the Jeep. Nadia saw me looking at the motor home and
smirked.

Back inside, Edgar had the forms ready for Vivian and me to
join the actor's guild, and for Vivian, me, and Nadia to
form a company named VAN Enterprises. Otto's lawyer had the
contract for the commercials. All together, it was a stack
of paper several inches thick.

I was ready to trust Uncle Edgar but Vivian would have none
of it. With remarkable speed she began reviewing the stack
of paper, pausing occasionally to question things like
financial reporting, voting rights, copyrights, initial and
ongoing right-to-use fees, liability, insurance and
maintenance on the Jeep, and a host of other issues. She and
Nadia got several clauses changed, and Vivian also spotted
three arithmetic errors that the lawyers had to fix. Who'd
have thought Vivian Vivichelli could calculate compound
interest in her head?

Edgar and Heide reprinted the necessary forms, then we all
spent fifteen minutes signing them. Then we all shook hands
and the deal was done. Nadia, Vivian, and I all promised to
be at Bushie's at nine Saturday morning for transportation
to the lake and filming of the first commercials.

Vivian was more than ready to drive away in the Jeep, but
Otto said they needed to finish a few things and keep it
clean. Nadia said she needed to stick around and discuss
some details with Otto, so I gave Vivian a ride home and
then to Kaunadodo's.

"You know, Yonson, I'm still waiting to find the catch
here," Vivian stated before leaving the car.

"There's no catch, Vivian. I mean, this is business, and you
never really know how things are going to turn out. But I'm
taking the same risks as you."

"Uh-huh. And Nadia is your trusty agent."

"That's right. She's in this just like you and me. We're
partners. The three of us win or lose together."

"I'm still not sure about all those contracts. I only had
time to speed-read 'em, you know. Nadia and that Heidi chick
could be in cahoots."

"Vivian, I trust my uncle, and he says the contracts are OK.
He does this for a living, you know, and he's really good at
it."

"Your uncle who?"

"Edgar Robinsong," I confessed, and it was a good thing
Vivian didn't have any water. Otherwise, she would've spewed
it again.

"Yonson, that's despicable!" exclaimed Vivian, her voice and
her expression both filled with admiration. "I didn't know
you had it in you! And Nadia doesn't know?"

"Not yet. I'll tell her tomorrow or Monday, because she's
going to find out eventually, and I'd rather she got it from
me. Because I can tell you, Vivian, she's been perfectly
honest with us so far. I should be honest with her, too."

"Well, all right, Yonson; I said I'd play along with this
and I will. You gonna pick me up tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess you and your aunt still need to be at Dr.
Polk's at eight o'clock, right?"

"Yeah, can't forget that."

"Would you like to start out a little early and get some
breakfast?"

You don't see Vivian get startled very often, but this was
one of those times. She stared at nothing for a moment, and
then at my eyes. I raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

"Yeah, OK. Seven o'clock then?"

"Yeah, seven o'clock," I replied. Then Vivian went inside
and I drove home.

                          * * * * *
                              
I'd barely parked my car, retrieved my bag of clothes, and
headed toward the kitchen door when Mom showed up in the
driveway. It was that kind of day. I mean, who on earth
wants to see their mother outside, naked, during the day, in
the driveway no less?

"Adam, come in the back yard," she called. "We're all
sitting outside."

I really felt like going inside and getting dressed, but Mom
was standing there and waiting for me. So, just to get her
out of the driveway, I went in the back yard as she asked.

Aunt Natasha and Uncle Edgar were there, along with their
twins, Harry and Sherry. All of them were casual. OK, they
were naked.

Harry and Sherry were playing catch with Effie and Jeffie.
Effie and Sherry were exchanging one ball while in perfect
unison, Jeffie and Harry exchanged another.

My mom, Uncle Edgar, and Aunt Natasha were sitting in lawn
chairs, sipping drinks and watching the twins play. Knowing
the drill, I dropped my bag of clothes near the walkway,
pulled up another chair, and joined them.

"Adam, that's quite an arrangement you kids worked out with
Otto Bushman," remarked Uncle Edgar.

"Did that go through?" Mom asked.

"Like a greased hog through an open gate," I replied, just
to see what would happen. Uncle Edgar and Aunt Natasha went
catatonic. Mom reached forward to check my temperature.

"Yes, it went through," I amended my response.

"And, Edgar, this deal looks OK to you?" Mom asked.

"Oh yeah, it's a great deal for these kids," Edgar replied.
"That girl Nadia is quite a talker, isn't she? If she tried,
I bet she could talk that Bushman character out of his
pants."

Of that, I was quite sure, even if Otto wasn't wearing any.

"How are you kids handling the money?" Mom asked.

"They started a company," Uncle Edgar explained. "Lucy is
going to handle all the bank accounts and accounting for
them."

Lucy Lastik, by the way, is a certified public accountant.
She's also my dad's sister. At that point I'm not sure I'd,
ah, mentioned that fact to Nadia and Vivian, but I knew
neither Aunt Lucy nor I would be cheating them.

"Are you going to save this money or splurge?" Mom asked.

"I'll probably save most of it," I decided on the spot. The
money was nice but it wasn't my real objective.

The twins reached a count of 95 before dropping the ball.
Something had distracted Sherry's attention, and the ball
hit her in the arm. The boys scored a point and everyone
backed off another five meters.

My dad pulled up about then and threw his shirt, or
parachute harness, or gladiator belt, or whatever you call
it on my bag of clothes. Mom asked me to start the grill,
then go inside and get the steaks and hamburgers she'd
thawed. Aunt Natasha came along to help.

                          * * * * *
                              
"So, Adam, you've developed into a fine looking young man,"
Aunt Natasha remarked once we were in the kitchen.

"Uh, thanks," I replied, looking around for the steaks and
burgers.

"No thanks are necessary," said Aunt Natasha. "I just like
the way you look. And you work out, right? Those muscles
and, uh, things aren't from a needle, are they?"

"No, I work out," I explained. Mom had stacked the steaks
and burgers on a large plate, and put the plate in the
refrigerator.

"Can you show me how you do it?" she asked.

"Well, my weights and stuff are all downstairs."

"Then let's go downstairs," Aunt Natasha suggested. "I'm
sure that meat can wait another few minutes."

By then I had the distinct feeling things were getting out
of control, but this was my aunt, who'd been part of our
family and whom I'd known all my life. No matter that she
looked 25, not 45, and probably looked better than she did
the first time around. So downstairs we went.

"These are my bars, and these are the weights that go on
them, and this is my weight bench, and these are my
barbells," I explained, pointing to each item. "I use the
clock over there to time myself."

"Why don't you show me?" she suggested.

I wasn't about to start a full workout, but I did a few arm
curls, leg extensions, and pull-ups. Aunt Natasha seemed to
be enjoying herself quite a bit.

"Anyway, you get the idea," I told her, hoping to end the
demonstration.

"Oh, please continue," she insisted.

My next normal exercise was squats, which are sort of like
doing knee bends while holding weights. Aunt Natasha seemed
to enjoy those even more; in fact, she started fingering
herself.

"Mrs. Robinsong, are you trying to seduce me?" I asked.

"Would you like me to seduce you, Adam?" she countered.

"What?"

"Is that what you're trying to tell me, Adam? That you'd
like me to seduce you?"

"I think we should go upstairs right now. I apologize for
what I said. I hope you can forget it, but I'm going
upstairs right now."

"I'm not finished, Adam. I can't go upstairs in this state.
Now please, continue your workout. Do that thing where you
lie on your back. It's a bench press, isn't it?"

"I don't think."

"Adam, I'm your aunt. Now, behave. Do the bench press. Not
just a few; a lot."

I suppose I could have bolted out of there, but she was my
aunt, and somehow I felt I ought to finish my program. So I
set up a lightweight bar, laid down, and began to pump. The
bar, that is.

Still fingering herself, Aunt Natasha used her other hand to
drag over a chair. Then she sat right next to my hips and
continued fingering herself as she watched. My cock, that
is. My erect cock was jiggling every time I lifted, and
that's mostly what she watched.

Then she touched me. I was sweating by then, and she drew
the side of her finger across my abs until it was wet. Then
she smelled it, and tasted it. Then she switched hands and
did it again. Her juices were on me.

"Aunt Natasha, I really don't think."

"Silence, child," she ordered, then she switched hands again
and grasped my cock.

"I'm not..." I began, but then suddenly I was cuming. I told
you about the hair trigger, right? And it'd been almost
seven hours since my episode with Sandra before English.
Well, I pumped. And pumped. My cock felt red hot, and it
pulsed ecstatically with each surge of fluid. It got on me;
it got on the bench; it got on the floor; and a lot of it
got on Aunt Natasha. Then she was cuming as well, over and
over. Fortunately, she remained pretty quiet, so no outside
heard anything.

Soon, we were both resting. Then, after about thirty
seconds, Aunt Natasha broke the silence.

"I presume you have some towels," she stated.

"Uh, yeah, here," I replied, handing her a towel from the
stack near the washing machine. "There are some paper towels
over there by the washtub."

I wiped myself the best I could, then I wiped the weight
bench and the floor. After that I wiped myself and the bench
with a couple of wet paper towels. Aunt Natasha wiped
herself up, then I tossed all the towels in the washer.

"Now can we go upstairs?" I asked.

"Yes. You go first," she ordered, then on the way she patted
my butt.

                          * * * * *
                              
Carefully, very carefully, I fried the steaks and burgers.
Mom supervised all the twins in carrying out plates,
glasses, silverware, and the side dishes. My dad, Aunt
Natasha, and Uncle Edgar sat and talked. I guess they
deserved it: my dad had just gotten home from work and the
others were company.

The steaks came out pretty well. At least, everyone said
they liked them. The twins seemed to like their hamburgers
too. Then, after dinner, the twins helped carry everything
back inside.

Mom stayed in the kitchen, loading up the dishwasher. It
seemed like as good a time as any for a chat.

"Hey mom, I have a question," I began.

"What's that, Adam?" she replied.

"Has Bogswamp Realty hired a new courier yet?"

"No, but I wish they would. We have sales getting behind
schedule."

"Well, I wonder if they'd consider hiring Vivian."

"Vivian? That's the girl you helped get her injection,
right? And you talked me into giving her Aunt Marjorie a
ride from the DEA office? You must really like this girl!
Will I ever get to meet her?"

"I really don't like her. She's more of a project," I
explained.

Mom smirked, then continued, "Well, tell me about her."

"Well, she's been delivering pizzas for Kaunadodo's, so she
knows all the streets and neighborhoods really well. And you
heard Uncle Edgar talk about how good she was with paperwork
and contracts. The thing is, Kaunadodo's lost their lease
and they're going out of business. And Vivian needs the
money so her aunt doesn't lose their apartment. And she
wants to save the money from Bushie's for college."

"She's had a hard life, hasn't she?" pondered Mom. "And yet
she wants to save for college. Well, this is really
difficult, Adam. I can hardly recommend her if I've never
even met her."

"Well, I'm picking them both up at seven tomorrow morning.
Vivian and her Aunt Marjorie. We're going out for breakfast
before their appointments with Dr. Polk at eight. You could
come along and meet her then."

Mom gave me a look I'd known since I was a little kid. It
means she knows I've been up to something. "That's a little
early for me, Adam," she claimed.

"Please?"

"Oh, all right," she finally agreed.

I love it when a plan comes together.

"Thanks Mom. You're the greatest!" I exclaimed. Then,
without thinking, I gave her a hug and a kiss. Eew, I
thought, naked with my mother! Mom, however, didn't seem
offended at all. If anything, she seemed amused. Me, I just
wanted out of there, and it was time for work anyway. So I
bolted. I was halfway to Game Gear before I realized I'd
forgotten my clothes.

Mr. Sudstrom didn't seem to mind, though. He reminded me
Jenna'd been coming in naked and it seemed to be good for
business. So I finished my shift that way and I have to
admit, the customers did keep me busier than usual. I gotta
tell you, though, it's very strange when a woman older than
your mother demands extra help trying on swimsuits.

Dan called at about 9:45 and wondered if I'd like to go out
cruising. It sounded like fun, but I knew I had a long day
coming up Saturday. So instead I went home, did some more
weights, emitted various fluids, and crashed.


Saturday


Vaguely, dimly, I sensed the alarm. Then I sensed dry
sheets. Then, not wishing to press my luck, I rushed to the
shower. It was just cleaner that way.

Mom was in the hallway as I strutted back to my room. We
said good morning and touched briefly as we passed, then I
sat on my bed and stretched. Mom went downstairs.

I thought seriously about getting dressed. I really did. But
if Nadia was correct, I needed to remain naked during whole
shoot for Bushie's. That would be from nine o'clock, when we
assembled at the shop, until early evening, when we got back
from the lake. And I was supposed to pick up Vivian in
fifteen minutes. And Vivian would be naked. And Mom would be
naked. And I'd been naked for essentially the past week.

Cautiously, I pushed my hard dick against my leg, and then
against my abs. Neither position was even close to
comfortable. Oh hell. I just stuck my feet in a pair of
sandals and went downstairs.

"Adam, I thought we'd drive separately," Mom announced.
"That way, after we eat, I can go straight to the office and
you can take Vivian and her aunt straight to the doctor's.
Is that all right?"

"Sure," I replied. "I was thinking of the Pancake Pit on the
corner of Bottom and Loewe."

"That's fine," said Mom, and we slipped naked into our
respective cars. Keeping my dick out of the steering wheel
was getting to be automatic.

Vivian and her Aunt Marjorie were waiting outside when I got
to the apartment complex. Compared to Wednesday, Marjorie
had cleaned herself up quite a bit and wore a better outfit.
Vivian, of course, looked the same as always.

Mom was waiting for us at the Pancake Pit. A naked waitress
gave us our menus and took our orders.

Mom talked to Vivian about school, the pizza job, and the
commercials. Vivian was surprisingly polite, or at least on
her guard, much the same as she'd been at Bushie's: no
ain'ts, no street talk, no snide remarks, no tough attitude.
Vivian was talking to Mom the same way Mom talked to her
customers. It was weird.

I learned a few things, too. For example, she'd already
completed most of her high school requirements as a junior.
Her schedule consisted of Honors Seminar, Communications,
College English, U.S. History, Law, and Calculus. Honors
Seminar was basically the smartest kids in school doing
research, presenting reports to each other, and having bull
sessions. Vivian mentioned moving around a lot and living
with different relatives, but didn't dwell on it.

I tried talking with Marjorie a little bit, but she wasn't
very talkative. I think she felt odd talking to a high
school student about some of the clubs where she'd danced,
and some of the things that went on there. The fact that I
saw the same stuff every day in the school hallways didn't
seem to make a difference.

At a quarter to eight Mom paid the bill, said goodbye, and
headed to the real estate office. The rest of us packed up
in my car and headed to Dr. Polk's. We arrived at eight
o'clock sharp.

Vivian and her aunt checked in with Holly Dooley and then
took a seat. I also asked Holly if there was any chance of
speaking with Dr. Polk, Nurse Riesing, or Nurse Klaus while
I was there. Holly said she'd see what she could do.

Nurse Klaus called Aunt Marjorie into the examining room
first, and she seemed to get a real kick out of him. I guess
she had a thing for guys with huge muscles, an Austrian
accent, a permanent erection, and no body hair. For a few
minutes that was scary, but it passed.

Vivian was next, summoned by Nurse Riesing. I don't know if
Vivian was expecting another body-builder type, but she
looked a little disappointed.

Aunt Marjorie was just coming out when Dr. Polk motioned to
me from the door. Then, he motioned me to an examining room.

"Good morning Adam. How are you?"

"Pretty good," I replied.

"That fine, just fine. What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, since Thursday, if I don't have sex every so often, I
have spontaneous emissions."

"OK, let me pull up your records. Ah, ah, Adam! I see you
weren't completely truthful during our examination. Well,
these are the kinds of things that can happen."

"Well, it's embarrassing. Once I came in class, and it got
all over the girl in front of me. And if I have sex with one
girl in the washroom or whatever, then other girls get
jealous. And I don't want to be masturbating all the time."

"Adam, this kind of thing usually works itself out. Your
prostate gland gets a little bigger, the muscles get a
little stronger, and you can go longer between emissions.
Because of the long-term effects, we like to avoid surgery
in these cases. Is there anything else?"

"There no pill or shot, or anything I can take today?"

"Not really. There are some mediations that slow down semen
production as a side-effect, but you wouldn't like the
primary effects."

"Like what?"

"Loss of muscle mass, growth of breasts, widening of the
hips. Need I go on?"

"No, I guess not."

"OK. For now, just watch the time. If you can't get enough
girls to help you, either find someplace private or stand in
front of the urinal or something. I imagine you'd hardly
have to touch yourself. Is that all?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Fine, just fine. Have a good day," he wished me, and then
he was off.

Vivian and her aunt were both finished when I returned to
the waiting room. I dropped Aunt Marjorie off at her
apartment, and then drove with Vivian to Bushie's Off-Road
Shop.

Our timing, as it turned out, was perfect. I pulled into
Bushie's at nine sharp. Otto was waiting, and introduced us
to the director, production crew, the mechanics, and the
detailers who were working the shoot. There were four
detailers, and their only job was keeping the Jeep clean.

The Jeep itself looked fabulous. The custom paint job was a
thing of beauty, and it had every mechanical or electronic
gadget you can image. Vivian was all set to get behind the
wheel but she only got to drive it twenty feet into a
covered trailer.

At the last minute the 40-foot motor home pulled right up to
where we were standing. Then, the side door opened and
Nadia's head popped out. She was wearing an Aussie bush hat,
brown camp boots, a short khaki skirt, and a canteen on a
neck strap. And oh yeah, crocodile nipple shields.

"C'mon guys, get in," she invited us.

"This is for us? How'd you do that?" I asked.

"I talked Bushie into it," she replied with a smirk, as if
that explained anything.

The inside of the motor home was even better than I
expected. It had couches, easy chairs, satellite television,
a DVD library, video games, a kitchen with a well-stocked
refrigerator, a shower bath, and a bedroom complete with
linens and video. The video had a remote that displayed the
outside view from any direction.

"Now this is the way to travel!" I exclaimed. "Wouldn't it
be great to have a rig like this for every trip we take?"

Nadia smirked.

For a while we sat in the living room area, talked about
what might happen later, and watched the scenery. Then Nadia
and Vivian fell into a tirade of girl talk. I sat up with
Rudy, the driver, for a while, then I went in back and tried
the bed. Somehow I fell asleep, which was just as well.
After all, I'd gotten up early and it was going to be a long
day.

When I woke, Vivian was sleeping next to me. Fully relaxed
and with her guard down, her face took on a much softer
appearance than I was used to. Her eyebrows and eyelashes
almost showed kindness, or at least inner peace. Her
breathing went on and on, slow and steady.

Then the motor home hit a bump and Vivian's eyes opened. At
first she showed surprise, then recognition, then
comprehension. She didn't raise her head from the pillow,
though, or shift in any other way.

For a couple of minutes we just laid there, feeling the road
vibration and watching each other's eyes. Then Vivian
reached for my back, hooked her calf around mine, and pulled
me closer. I slipped my arm under her neck and pulled her
inward as well.

For at least another five minutes we rode on like that, no
longer seeing each other, but feeling. Then Vivian began
massaging my neck, and I her back. I slipped one leg between
hers, and she one between mine. And so we rode, another few
minutes, another few miles, slowly tracing our own route
against each other.

We kissed. At first it was she against my neck, then I
against her cheek, then both of us around the mouth. Then
the lips, open and deeply. Our tongues met and danced. We
drew our bodies together ever more tightly, ever more
passionately.

Suddenly the motor home slowed and took a sharp turn to the
right. This pressed Vivian even more firmly against me. If
it weren't for the guards on the side of the bed, we would
probably have skidded onto the floor. But instead, the two
of us rolled a quarter turn and Vivian was on top.

Vivian was clearly aroused. I could feel her wetness against
my lower abs and I could smell it. Silently, she began
rocking her mons against me. Slowly and gently I traced her
back, her butt, her hips, her sides, her breasts. The motor
home swayed, Vivian swayed, and the vibration of the road
continued.

Time passed, then Vivian lifted her hips. She tried once,
twice, and again to lower herself onto me, but each time the
motor home swayed, taking us with it. Then, on the fourth
attempt, with me holding my cock straight upright, she
succeeded.

For a million years, the male of the species has been
finding his true home inside the female. No other chamber in
the universe is so exquisitely suited to its purpose. And so
it was again, as Vivian slowly lowered herself onto me,
around me, engulfing me. Then she began again to grind. Her
slippery hidden tissues caressed my cock, her breasts
skimmed along my chest, her sweat and her deep breathing
warmed my shoulders and face. More rapidly now, I continued
gently exploring her hips, her butt, her sides. I tried
pressing her butt toward me, but preferring freedom of
movement, she shook me off. Then I drew her in by the
shoulder blades and ever so slightly, she moaned in
pleasure.

Eventually, of course, I spurted. Then again, and again.
Vivian, however, continued her grind. I felt juices, mostly
mine, I suppose, but partly hers too, dripping across my
balls, across my thighs, across my butt. But on and on she
rocked until suddenly she stopped, gasped, and let out the
deepest moan of all. Then she began taking huge breaths,
began shaking, began a series of whimpers. Not only sweat
but tears began falling on me -- tears of ecstasy and
passion, or of surrender, perhaps, but certainly not of
sadness.

Suddenly she took another huge breath and became completely
rigid. Her whole body, yes, but especially her sex. It felt
as if a human vise had clamped my pulsing cock, a vise
exquisitely soft, and slippery, and undulating, but a vise
nonetheless. Then she gave a final shout and fell limp.

The roll and sway, the vibration of the motor home
continued. Eventually I opened my eyes, and there again was
Vivian's strangely soft face inches from mine, eyes staring
into mine, watching, wondering, questioning, observing. I
supposed mine looked the same. Then she rolled off me and we
both stared at the ceiling. And yes, there was a mirror. It
was behind remote-control panels, but Vivian had apparently
opened it while I was sleeping. She must have been watching
the two of us in bed, naked together as we rolled down the
highway.

Gently I rolled again toward Vivian. Silently, she raised
her hand in restraint. So, dripping as little as possible, I
stood and searched for some towels. They were in the closet.
First I took one for myself, to stop the dripping, and then
I threw several more to Vivian. Later, we both did our best
to wipe up the bedspread.

Finally, Vivian moved toward the door. I blocked her
briefly, holding her shoulders and watching her expression.
Vivian gave me a pat on each hip, then spoke.

"Uh, look, this was a one-time deal, OK? No obligations."

"Sure. No obligations," I reassured her, then she was gone.
At least she didn't call me Yonson.

                          * * * * *
                              
The bedroom didn't look too bad, but even so I spent some
time straightening covers, gathering towels, and closing up
the mirrored ceiling. My dick, of course, was still hard as
a rock. Or at least a high-pressure garden hose. I went to
the bathroom, washed myself, undertook five minutes of non-
sexual meditation, and took a pee.

Vivian had taken a Coke and a sandwich from the fridge, and
was sitting up near the driver with Nadia. After taking some
mineral water and an apple, I joined them.

"This is a far cry from the back seat of Dan's SUV, eh?" I
remarked.

"That back seat had its moments," Vivian remarked.

"You're probably gonna kill me for this," I warned Rudy,
"but how long till we get there?"

"Twenty, twenty-five minutes," he replied. "We're almost at
the freeway exit."

Minutes later we left the freeway at exit 86, the same exit
we'd used the week before on the way to Dan's cottage. We
didn't pass the cottage, though, nor the town of Precipice
Flats. Instead, we pulled into a forested area laced with
dirt roads, streams, hills, and gullies. It was tough going
with the motor home, but eventually we pulled into a
clearing with parking places, picnic tables, and an
emergency phone.

The cameramen, mechanics, and detailers all started getting
their equipment unpacked and ready for work. Bushie, the
producer Hilda Clipperd, the cameraman Len Scuver, and a
local guide named Matt Chitty began hiking about and looking
for camera angles.

Hilda was quite a picture in jack boots, a black equipment
belt holding view lenses and light meters, and a black
baseball hat embroidered with the words It's Showtime. She
was tall and lanky, with long arms that she waved and
motioned to emphasize her directives.

Bushie was, of course, dressed as you always see him in the
commercials: hiking boots, a chest strap supporting a gunny
sack, and his trademark Aussie bush hat.

Len and Matt were the only ones really dressed for rough
country: steel toe boots, blue jeans, and long sleeved denim
shirts. Nadia talked them into letting her tag along.

Meanwhile, the makeup people started working on Vivian and
me. First they essentially spray-painted us a matching
shade, then they stared working on our hair, eyes, lips, and
so forth. It all looked overdone to me, but I guess it came
out OK on camera. Even so, I was glad it was temporary.

"Hi, kids, I'm Ollie Chang, the chief mechanic," said a guy
in baggy coveralls, wiping his hands on a shop rag. "Have
either of you ever driven a Jeep off-road?"

"No," we admitted.

"All right. Now your Jeep is going to be set up the same as
mine, here," Ollie explained, "Clutch, gearshift, standard
pattern, transfer case. You have four-wheel suspension and
split differential. Maximum angle of climb with a good
approach and perfect traction is about 40 degrees, but
that's pushing it. Now, who wants to try first?"

"I will," Vivian volunteered. Then she adjusted the seats
and mirrors, fastened her seat belt, tested the clutch, spun
the wheels, spit dust, and took off like a shot. Like a pro
she threaded a series of sharp turns, mostly on two wheels,
then she built up speed, spun a couple of 180's, and popped
a wheelie on her way back. I'd never seen her so alive. Her
hands flew in a blur across the steering wheel and
gearshift. Her legs and feet jammed the pedals. The engine
strained and purred. Eyes blazing and lips grinning ear to
ear, she took air over a couple of logs and pulled a final
180, coming to rest just a few feet from Ollie and me.

"Whoo-oh!" Vivian exclaimed as she hopped out of the Jeep.
Her face was flush with excitement and the rest of the crew,
who had gathered to watch, gave her a round of applause.

"How." muttered Ollie, his chin dragging in the dust.

"I used to race dune buggies on the Baja Peninsula," Vivian
replied. Was there anything this girl hadn't done?

"I always wanted to do that," remarked Ollie.

"What, race the Baja? You should go sometime. It's fun," she
replied.

"No, spin a 180. Or pop a wheelie. Or. What about you, Adam?
I suppose you're an expert as well."

"Not exactly," I admitted. "You'll have to show me how to
use a stick shift."

"OK, I guess we better go for a little driving lesson,"
Ollie stated, and I guess he was right. The crew drifted
away to their normal chores.

It took me about ten minutes to get used to the stick shift,
then I tried a few hills and gullies. That was kind of fun,
except that Ollie kept telling me to speed up. After a
while, Ollie got frustrated, took the wheel, and showed me
what the Jeep could do. I probably would have been
impressed, were it not for the sheer terror of taking air as
we rolled over hilltops and bottoming out as we hit the
stream beds. It was kind of like being on a roller coaster,
except that if you weren't careful, you could steer yourself
off the track. But if Vivian could do it, I wanted to do it.

Finally the producer, the camera crew, and the mechanics
were ready. Ollie had each of us drive his Jeep through the
course a couple of times, then the mechanics brought out the
show Jeep. Vivian drove first, bounding over the hills and
obstacles with abandon. Then the mechanics, detailers, and
makeup people cleaned us up and we made another run.
Altogether, we did four runs with Vivian driving and four
with me at the wheel. Nadia kept bugging Hilda Clipper with
suggestions, but Hilda just treated her like the pest she
was.

I have to admit, Matt Chitty was just the kind of guy you
want for a guide. When the crew began packing up their gear,
Matt started making calls on his satellite link. Then, just
as the crew finished, two four-wheel drive canteen trucks
arrived, both overflowing with food and cold drinks. Not
only that, but Bushie picked up the tab.

"Adam and Vivian, both you kids did great," Otto exclaimed
between bites of an overloaded pastrami and swiss on rye.
With Grey Poupon, no less.

"Thanks, it was fun," I replied, gulping down a Coq au Vin
baguette. And no, I have no idea where Matt Chitty found
those canteen trucks.

"Adam, I can tell you're quick learner," Bushie continued.
"And Vivian, I can tell you now that I had my doubts. But
you're everything Nadia promised. When people see you two
flyin' through terrain the way you did this morning, some of
'em just have to get the bug. I'm very happy with the way
this is going."

"Well, thanks. I'm glad you're satisfied with the work and
the arrangements," I answered politely. Vivian's mouth was
full of the prosciutto and pesto ciabatta she was eating,
but she raised her eyebrows and nodded her head in
agreement.

Bushie strolled off to check on the rest of the crew just as
Nadia appeared.

"What's that you're eating?" I asked.

"They call it a muffeletta sandwich," she replied. "It's got
hot capocollo, Genoa salami, provolone cheese, black olives,
jalape¤os, tomatoes, sliced onions, lettuce, olive oil, and
tapenade, all on a long Italian roll."

"I don't even know what half of that stuff is," I remarked.

"Capocollo is a like a sausage made from cured pork," Vivian
mumbled between bites. "Tapenade is an olive spread."

"I suppose you've lived in Italy," I remarked.

"Don't get smart, Yonson," she replied. "When you got a last
name like Vivichelli, you grow up knowin' stuff like that."

"She's testy today," Nadia remarked.

"Why should today be any different?" I pondered aloud.

"Adam, I can't believe I did all this," Nadia said. "I
really want to thank you for getting me involved."

"You have a talent. You may as well use it productively," I
stated.

"Well, yeah, but just think; all this might never have
happened. And it never would've if you hadn't got me
started. And no one loses! Bushie gets his commercials, we
get our money, Vivian gets the Jeep, everyone comes out
ahead! Adam, I just don't know how to thank you."

"A dune buggy," I answered without thinking.

"What?"

"Ah, don't bug me. I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk with my mouth
full. Don't bug me over this deal; that's what I said. Don't
make a big deal of it. I didn't do that much. Things just
fell into place."

"OK," said Vivian. Then she gulped down the last of her
ciabatta, drifted across the parking area, and began talking
with Ollie Chan.

Nadia smirked as she watched Vivian drift away. "You wanna
go into the motor home and take a rest?" Nadia suggested.

"What are you suggesting?" I wondered.

"What would you like?" she asked.

"Some dessert," I decided.

As with the sandwiches, the canteen trucks had a remarkable
selection of deserts. I took cherries jubilee, which the
server ignited. Whipped cream was on the side. Nadia chose a
delicious-looking chocolate mousse. The mousse usually came
with white chocolate sauce, but Nadia asked the server to
put the sauce in a separate cup. We each took a bottle of
fancy imported mineral water.

"Now you wanna rest?" Nadia asked. "This stuff is gonna melt
if we say outside."

This time, I decided to play along. Vivian was still talking
with Ollie Chan, and the two of them seemed to be heading
into the bushes.

Inside the motor home, Nadia didn't even pause at the
kitchenette. Instead, she led me into the bedroom, closed
the door, and pulled off the bedspread.

"It would be a shame if we spilled on this spread," she
explained. Then, she removed her bush hat, skirt, and
canteen.

"Here, let me hold that for you," she suggested, taking my
cherries jubilee. Then, setting the desert aside, she pushed
me onto the edge of the bed and told me to lay down with my
knees over the edge. I took a pillow so I could watch what
she was doing.

My cock, of course, was doing its usual Washington Monument
imitation. But it got even harder as Nadia knelt on the
floor and slowly dragged her finger across my balls, up my
shaft, around the tip and back again.

"How're you doing, there?" she asked.

"Close. I'm always close," I replied.

"All righty, then!" Nadia exclaimed, reaching for the cup of
white chocolate sauce. Then she really poured it on! The
sauce, that is! On me!

Fortunately, it was only warm, not hot. But then Nadia
started slurping. She licked my balls, my base, my shaft, my
tip. Especially my tip. Then there was more sauce. More
licking. The sauce was dripping down her chin, dripping onto
her breasts, dripping down further and eventually to the
floor.

Finally she took the tip entirely into her mouth, then a
portion of the shaft. Her tongue was licking, licking, and
her entire face was full of sauce. White chocolate sauce.
Then I felt a spurt, and another, and another. Nadia
swallowed what she could, but sticky white fluid
nevertheless oozed down her chin, and it wasn't all white
chocolate.

"There are towels in the closet," I volunteered after a
minute or so. Using the fancy mineral water, Nadia wet one
of them down then wiped up her face, my cock, and the
surrounding area. Then, she laid back on another side of the
bed, dangling her legs over the edge.

"Where's that cherries jubilee?" she asked.

"Right here. You want it?" I asked.

"Ooooh, yeah. Right on the lips,"

"Do you mean lips lips, or those other lips?" I asked,
assuming I already knew the answer.

"Don't be coy, Adam. Those other lips. Hit me with your best
shot."

So I did. I knelt in front of Nadia, much as she'd done for
me. I kissed her nether lips until they began to ooze, then
I dumped the whole dessert onto her.

"No hands, now," Nadia ordered, but I had no such
intentions. Instead, I dumped on the whipped cream and began
eating. At first, I could only work through the whipped
cream, the cherries, and the sauce, but soon my tongue was
within range of Nadia's opening. I could feel her labia
rings as my tongue traced her opening up and down, forward
and back, top to bottom. My face was covered in jubilee
sauce but I didn't care; my only thought was to wallow in
Nadia's heady mix.

Then the whole motor home trembled and lurched! Then it
swayed and bumped! We were leaving! Of course, there was no
chance of being left behind, but someone else was in the
front of the motor home. And unless they were deliberately
leaving without us, they knew we were in the back!

"Well, are you going to finish your dessert?" Nadia asked.

The next few minutes were difficult because the motor home
kept swaying and lurching. It was hard on my knees and a
couple of times I almost fell over. Slowly, though, I
continued licking Nadia clean. Then I reached her upper
folds, parted them, and sunk my tongue as far as it would
go. I grabbed her soft tissue with my lips, drew her in, and
furiously tongued her clitoris. Suddenly Nadia herself
rocked, swayed, and lurched, almost knocking me away form
her. Then she moaned, long and deep, over and over again,
through three separate cycles. Finally she relaxed, opened
her eyes, smiled at me, and then closed her eyes again.

The motor home swerved onto hard pavement and that time I
did fall over. Then I stood up, found a clean spot on the
bed, and laid back next to Nadia. With one hand I held
Nadia's, and with the other I punched the remote that opened
the ceiling mirror.

At this, Nadia burst out laughing. "Oh Adam, we are such a
mess!" she declared.

"Look on the table, there," Nadia suggested. "Do you see the
water, or did it roll on the floor?"

Fortunately, I saw it. The table had a recessed top designed
specifically to keep things from rolling around in transit.
I grabbed another towel, wet a corner of it, and slowly
wiped up the remaining dessert. Nadia purred in
appreciation. Then I dampened another corner and began
working on my face. After just a second, however, Nadia took
over. I think we both ended up a little sticky, but at least
we looked clean. Nadia put on her little skirt and canteen
belt, then picked up her hat.

"Are you just going to waltz out there?" I asked, somewhat
amazed.

"What else is there? Hide in the closet?" she asked. Then,
after announcing, "It's showtime!" she opened the door and
strutted out.

As for me, I followed Nadia, striving to preserve as much
dignity as possible. But it's tough when you're naked,
erect, and recovering from a combination sex act and food
fight.

                          * * * * *
                              
"Are you kids finished eating?" asked Otto Bushman. He and
the producer Hilda Clipperd were sitting across from each
other in the main seating area. Other than us and Rudy, no
one else was present.

"Is it OK to use the washroom?" Nadia asked.

"Sure, go ahead," replied Otto. "But one at a time, and
don't waste water."

Nadia was first into the washroom, so I sat down with Otto
and Hilda. Both of them had removed their equipment belts
and hats, and I wasn't sure if that made them look stranger
or straighter. It's not everyday you see people wearing only
a pair of outdoor boots, at least not when you live in town.

"Where's Vivian?" I asked both of them.

"Oh, she's riding with Ollie," Bushie explained. "I think
Ollie likes her. It looks like you kids opened up the
sheets, eh?"

"Oh yeah, we did," I admitted. There was no point in denial;
the bedroom door and the sheets were both obviously open.

"We can change them if you have another set," I offered.

"Naw, that's OK. I told Rudy to bring plenty. Did you find
the towels in the closet?"

"Yeah, we did," I replied. This was getting strange.

"OK, hold on a minute," said Otto. Then he changed places
with Rudy who, in what seemed to be a regular drill, went in
back to straighten up the room. The motor home must've had
an autopilot because they changed without stopping.

Nadia was finished in the washroom by then, leaving me to go
next. I think Otto was being facetious about that one-at-a-
time rule; the washroom was pretty small. Then again, it was
bigger than the restrooms in airplanes and there are stories
about those.

Somehow I got all the stickiness off and managed to take a
pee, all in ten minutes. When I emerged, Nadia was sitting
alone near a window, watching the scenery go by. Otto and
Hilda were out of sight and presumably in back. You can
presume whatever else you like.

                          * * * * *
                              
It was early afternoon when we arrived at the second shoot.
The location was the rocky beach where Vivian and I had been
stranded the week before. To enter the preserve we had to
check in with the forest rangers, and one of the rangers had
to accompany us.

Of course, there was a trail between the beach and a nearby
fire road. I couldn't believe we hadn't found it, even
though it was heavily overgrown. The fire road was less than
¬ mile from the beach, and led in either direction to a
ranger station. The trail was just a lot more obvious from
the fire road, that's all.

There wasn't a whole lot of space where we could drive the
Jeep, and of course the ranger wouldn't let us clear any
rocks or foliage. So, for the most part, we just drove up
and down the beach. It was fun for us creating huge sprays
of water as we drove through the shallows, but not so much
for the guys who kept the Jeep clean. Hilda, Nadia, and Otto
stood in a group, quietly chatting about who knows what. At
least, Nadia and Hilda seemed to be getting along better.

The third and final location looked remote, but it was
actually in a resort. The filming showed the Jeep stopped
with Vivian and me setting up camp, using GPS, talking on
the 2-way radio, and so forth. We also shot some film using
equipment from Game Gear and Garb. By that time, Nadia was
giving as many instructions as Hilda Clipperd, and Hilda was
loving it.

When the filming was completed everyone congratulated each
other, then packed up their equipment in the biggest rush of
the day. I guess they all just wanted to get home. The
makeup people cleaned all the gunk off us, then one of the
guys made a pass at me. I just told him he wasn't my type.

                          * * * * *
                              
As we headed back to the motor home, I saw a beehive of
chefs running in and out with pots, pans, serving dishes,
and an enormous quantity of food. Vivian rejoined us, and we
pulled out with eight people on board: Nadia, Vivian, Otto,
Hilda, Rudy, me, and two chefs.

The chefs served a fabulous eight-course dinner: more than
anyone could possible eat. At first, the conversation was
mostly about the day's shoot. Otto and Hilda were both very
excited with the results, and seemed to think more
commercials and other forms of advertising were in the
works.

To their great surprise, Otto and Hilda discovered that both
of them had been thinking about using a dune buggy for some
of the commercials. Otto had even spoken to Ollie Chan about
it, and Ollie thought he could have a street-legal machine
ready to go in less than a week. I nearly spit my rack of
lamb but Nadia and Vivian just smiled silently. Oh, and
Nadia winked.

When dinner was over the chefs wrapped the leftovers,
cleaned the kitchen and dining area, and packed all their
equipment into a resort van that had joined our convoy. Otto
remarked that it was quite neighborly of the resort to feed
us like that. Yeah.

When we left the freeway it was close to nine o'clock. I
called my mom, told her I'd be going straight to Ben's
party, and asked her about a couple of other things as well.
Let's just say I was happy with the results.

At Bushie's, I caught up with Vivian as she waited for Ollie
to unload the Jeep.

"So, are you going to Ben's party?" I asked.

"Maybe. Probably," she replied.

"Uh, look, I was talking with my mom a little earlier, and
she's concerned about something you said this morning."

"What's that?"

"I don't know. She wouldn't tell me. But she wants to talk
to you about it. Can you meet her at the real estate office
tomorrow afternoon?"

"What time?"

"How about one o'clock? You have transportation now."

"Yeah, I do. Or I will, unless somethin' goes wrong in the
next coupla minutes. All right, Yonson, I'll talk to your
mom. You sure you don't know what this is about?"

"Positive."

Just then, Ollie appeared with the Jeep. Vivian was just
about jumping out of her skin, but glanced over to Otto
Bushman for final confirmation. Otto nodded, gave Vivian a
little wave, and the next thing to happen was a squeal of
tires and a cloud of dust. Vivian hopped three parking
abutments and a couple of curbs just on her way out the
driveway. Ollie Chang stood transfixed.

                          * * * * *
                              
When I arrived at Ben's house the party was full swing.
Everyone was there, eating, talking, playing volleyball,
playing badminton, swimming, pissing in the garden, and
screwing. Ben's four girlfriends from Outer Midlands
dominated the volleyball game for a while, then begin
rolling around with Ben. Under that onslaught, Ben seemed to
lose his skirt, I mean kilt, but under such a mountain of
nubile flesh it has hard to be sure.

Willie Fundeman had shown up as Cleopatra. Tess Palmer was
dressed as Marc Anthony, and the two of them were going at
it behind a wheelbarrow.

Owen and Rita showed up in running shorts that had no front
or back; just a waistband and sides. Serena had Paul Aquino
in tow.

Ethan and Caitlin were still paying off their tennis bet.

Olivia, Crystal, Kristin, Sandra, and Nadia were all
standing in a circle and talking, as girls everywhere seem
to do. Surely, I thought, this must be trouble. Then the
starting lineup from the basketball team arrived and I
didn't know whether to cheer or cry.

At eleven-thirty there was still no sign of Vivian. Nora
Breeves, the captain of the cheerleading squad, stood on a
picnic table and exhorted everyone to get naked and come
along with her to streak Pioneer Park.

For some reason we all got in our cars and followed her
downtown. Then we did two laps around the Conestoga, two
laps around the fountain, and all peed in the bushes. That
last part was Teah's idea. Ben had a pretty big crowd around
him, but it didn't look like he was wearing his skirt. I
mean kilt.

Back at Ben's house everyone was quick to pair up and find a
secluded spot. Or a wide open spot. Or any sort of spot at
all. For a little while, it seemed I would be the only one
left without a partner. Then I heard the sound of tires
hitting curbs and brakes locking wheels. Moments later,
Vivian strolled into the yard.

"Looks like most of the fun is over," she grumbled.

"It would be a shame to leave so soon," I remarked.

"Looks like there's nothing left to do but screw," Vivian
observed, scanning the area.

"Oh, I suppose we could walk around the block and have a
nice chat," I suggested

"Get serious, Yonson," she prodded. Then she pulled me
toward her, locked me in an iron grip, and bit my chest. Not
hard, not bleeding, but not a kiss either; that's for sure.
I jammed her against me and bit her neck.

"Uh, look, Yonson; this isn't gonna be too comfortable for
me here on the asphalt. Even if I'm on top."

So we did take that walk, after a fashion. The lights were
dimmed to almost nothing, and we almost tripped a few times:
once when Ethan and Caitlin changed positions; once when
Nadia's partner tried to bite her nipple shields, and once
when Nora Breeves tried doing a cheer under Jerome LeBlanc.
Eventually, though, we found a narrow strip of grass and
fell into it. I'm not kidding, either. With both of us
trying to land on top, we tripped. It's a good thing we
didn't land on Serena and Paul, who seemed to be in the
middle of a delicate operation.

As it turned out, we both fell on our sides. In a flash we
grabbed each other, then each of us tried to roll over.
Nothing doing. Then Vivian bit me in the neck and I jammed
my fingers into her side below the ribs.

"You think you're gonna win this, doncha, Yonson?" she
whispered, locking my leg.

"Who's calling uncle, uncle?" I asked. Then I grabbed her
harder, swung my free leg for leverage, and rolled. I was
over her for a second, then slid off and hit the grass.
"Watchit," said Crystal, who was highly engrossed with a
three-point shooter.

What transpired then was basically leg wrestling, with
Vivian and me each trying to gain advantage. Our breathing
grew heavy and sweat lubricated our skin. The night air was
sweet and warm. A three-quarter moon cast an eerie light on
the nearby clouds and the scene around us. We heard the
whispering, grunting, and releases of the others around us.

"OK, you first," whispered Vivian, then she slacked off for
the merest instant. I spun her under me, then captured her
thighs between mine, and her ribs between my wrists. For a
while we kissed and writhed. I let Vivian support my full
weight, a burden she accepted freely.

Knowing I was close, I raised my hips and entered her. She
was incredibly wet, and offered no resistance or caution. In
and out I glided, around and around, high and low. My cock
felt almost weightless, as if submerged in a perfectly
matched, magical fluid, which of course it was. Then Vivian
grabbed my shoulders, raised herself, and bit me again. And
again. Then she began flexing her hips and inner muscles as
well. It was heavenly.

So I came. Slow, massive spurts at first, then faster ones.
On and on I pumped, feeling the pulse of my balls, my shaft,
my tip, the sweet spot underneath. Vivian knocked my arms
away and I fell on her, not dislodging myself, but only
changing position. I could feel the sticky fluid building
between us but on and on I pumped, barely thinking, lost in
my sensations and those of Vivian against me. Then I slowed
and stopped, Vivian still locked on my neck.

"Payoff time," Vivian uttered, then we quickly changed
positions. Vivian found a towel -- I have no idea whose --
then wiped us down a little and fell on me. Forcefully she
ground herself into me, her lips against my neck, her
breasts against my chest, her sex against my abs. Back and
forth she rolled, then up and down.

Softly it began to rain. It was a warm, gentle rain, lit by
the moon and probably short-lived. It cleaned us; it slicked
us; it caressed our skin. I held Vivian by her sides,
feeling the strong muscles of her back as she swayed. Then I
caressed her hips, firm and solid, cradle of her secrets.
Then her butt, solid and strong, undulating with each
motion.

The rain continued as Vivian lowered herself onto me. Her
cavity felt different this time, softer, more relaxed, more
open. But her mons was obviously the center of Vivian's
attention; she ground it against me, working in all
directions, undulating in rhythm with some internal pattern
known only to her.

On and on she rocked until suddenly Vivian went stiff,
almost motionless. Then she began trembling from head to
toe, alternatively gasping for breath and sucking huge
lungfuls of air. Then she moaned, long and slow, deep and
earthy, passionate and uncontrolled. Then again, and again,
and again. Finally she let out a thunderous whoop and
collapsed on top of me.

The rain continued and we breathed the sweet moist air.
Minutes passed with my cock still inside her. Then Vivian
opened her eyes and we stared at each other a while longer.

"You wanna get cleaned up?" I finally asked.

"Where?"

"A dip in the pool ought to do it."

"OK, but be careful," Vivian replied. "This time I'm not
jumpin' in to save you."

In the dark, we carefully tiptoed our way past the writhing
bodies and found our way to the pool. There really wasn't
space to dive, so the two of us jumped in feet first. For a
minute we treaded water and rubbed ourselves clean, then we
rubbed each other just to be sure. Finally we hugged each
other and kissed, our mouths just inches below the water
line, our waists, our thighs, our hips surrounded by the
flowing water.

"What now?" I asked.

"I gotta get home. My aunt needs me," Vivian replied.

"At one AM?"

"I promised to bring home some dinner. I don't think she's
had anything else."

"I'm surprised you waited this long."

"She's used to it. When I bring her a pizza from work, I
don't get home until after midnight."

"Ben's gonna have a got a ton of leftovers, here. You ought
to take some of it."

"Speaking of Ben, look at that! No wonder he likes skirts, I
mean kilts, better than pants."

Ben was standing at the edge of the pool, still naked from
streaking Pioneer Park. Someone had turned on the pool
light, and the glow of it softly lit his body. I blinked and
blinked again, but my eyes still presented the same image.
Then Ginger and Heather grabbed an arm apiece and dragged
him into the darkness.

I'm sure Vivian could have found her way, but I walked her
to the Jeep anyway, seizing a plate of hamburgers and bucket
of French fries on the way. Vivian thanked me, then I
reminded her to be at the real estate office at one o'clock
Sunday. Then, after we kissed once more, Vivian hit the
ignition, bounded across the curb, and sped into the night.

Other people were starting to leave too, so I walked around
and said goodbye to as many as I could. Ginger, Heather,
Jasmine, and Lavi had Ben completely submerged. Dan waited
by the car while Teah peed in the bushes, then they, too,
were off.

When I got home, everyone else was asleep. As carefully as I
could, I crept up the stairs, brushed my teeth, took a pee,
and flopped onto my bed. I was tired enough to fall asleep
in an instant, but I couldn't stop thinking about Ben. How
in the world had he ended up with two cocks?


Sunday


When I woke up the next morning I found both myself and the
bed pleasantly dry. Nevertheless, I wasn't taking any
chances. I headed straight for the bathroom, then straight
for the shower, then straight for the drain hole. Draining
myself of excess semen took less than twenty seconds and
after than, pissing was a breeze.

When I left the bathroom, I found Mom standing naked in the
hallway. "Adam, there you are," she said. "We have crepes
and blintzes in the kitchen. Get 'em before they disappear!"

Despite the events of the last week, I really would've
preferred to put something on. My mom, however, my naked mom
was standing between me and my room and seemed ready to give
me a pat on the butt. In the other direction, nothing but
the stairs separated me from the kitchen, the crepes, and
the blintzes. I chose the stairs.

My dad was already in the kitchen, reading the newspaper and
rapidly downing pastries. I took the last two crepes and one
blintz, and Dad handed me the sports section. He was as
naked as I, which is to say, totally.

"So how'd it go yesterday?" he asked after finishing the
article he was reading.

"Oh, pretty well. We did some shooting over rough country,
then at the beach where we were stranded, then at a fake
campsite that was actually in a resort."

"Did they deliver that Jeep like they promised?"

"Yeah, it's great, all tricked out, runs perfectly. Vivian
can just about make it tap dance."

"You never drove a Jeep, did you?"

"No, I'm learning. It's fun, though."

"I always wanted a dune buggy," said Dad, a faraway look in
his eyes. "When am I going to meet this girlfriend of
yours?"

"You mean Vivian? Like I told Mom, she's more of a project
than a girlfriend."

"I see," remarked Dad, even though I suspected that he
didn't.

"Are you going to help Ben clean up after his party?" Dad
asked.

"I suppose I should," I replied.

Dad returned to his paper. I finished eating, then ran
upstairs, put on my PDA, and told it to call Ben.

"Dude, what's up?" he answered within a few seconds.

"I wondered if you needed any help cleaning up."

"There's a lot left to do," Ben admitted. "If you want to
come over, that'd be great."

"It doesn't look like anyone's getting dressed," I observed.
The screen showed Ben naked from at least the waist up, and
I could see both Dan and Teah naked in the background.

"OK, I'll be there in about twenty minutes," I told Ben, and
then we disconnected.

Once again I would have preferred to put some clothes on.
But I decided if everyone else was going to be naked, I'd
probably look foolish. So instead I just grabbed a t-shirt
and shorts, threw them in the back seat, and headed over to
Ben's.

Actually, the place didn't look that bad. Most of the food
packages, napkins, and paper towels were already raked. Ben
was wearing one of his skirts, I mean kilts, and was sorting
leftover clothes into separate piles for boys and girls. Dan
and Teah were still naked, and they were folding up blankets
and sleeping bags.

"You, too, eh?" Dan greeted me.

"Oh, you mean naked? Well, I called Ben a little while ago
and saw you two in the background. I thought Ben was naked
too, not just from the waist up."

"Well, Teah kind of talked me into this. She thought we
shouldn't go cold turkey into The Program tomorrow. Kinda
get used to it today, you know?"

"I take it the same argument didn't work for Ben," I
remarked.

"Yeah, he's got a tough problem, there," Dan explained. "I
guess one of the nanobot companies is trying to perfect that
mod, but only one in a thousand guys are candidates. And
even then it only works one percent of the time. So they
keep trying it and studying it."

"Why would Ben agree to such a thing?"

"I guess when they found he was a candidate, they offered
him a couple of new computers, some gift certificates, and a
few thousand bucks to try it. And he figured what the hell,
there was a 99% chance of nothing happening. Be careful,
though; he's still touchy about the whole deal."

"Those four girls from Outer Midlands sure seem to like it."

"Yeah, I guess that's the consolation. So, Adam, are you
just gonna stand around or are you actually gonna do some
work?"

Of course, I did some work. First I netted all the junk out
of the pool, then I helped bag up all the rakings. Dan and
Teah finished folding up the blankets, then we all cleared
the food tables, folded them, and put them away. The place
actually looked pretty sharp; ready for another party, in
fact.

                          * * * * *
                              
A little past one o'clock I called my mom's number and got
voicemail. That was a good sign, but even so I called the
receptionist.

"Bogswamp Realty," she answered.

"Hi, this is Adam Jonson," I explained. "I'm looking for my
mom, Cynthia."

"Oh, hi, Adam. Well you know, a few minutes ago a girl came
in and asked for your mom, and the two of them went into Mr.
Bogswamp's office. I believe they're still there."

"Was this girl naked?"

"Ah, you know, I think she was, now that you mention it."

"OK, I'll call back later," I told the receptionist, then we
disconnected.

Ben, Dan, and I shook hands and made plans to meet outside
the gym at ten after eight the next morning. Then, of
course, I said goodbye to Teah and headed over to
Bogswamp's. My mom was at her desk, looking through some
paperwork.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Mr. Bogswamp's talking to Vivian now," Mom explained. "It
seemed to be going pretty well while I was in there. Mr.
Bogswamp showed Vivian a typical package of forms, and
started explaining how a side tab shows each place the
client has to sign."

"Well, Vivian can do that."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it. Your girl Vivian started
speed reading the forms, then started asking questions about
the real estate business. They were good questions, too;
even Mr. Bogswamp had trouble answering some of them. She
also spotted two mathematical errors, and believe me, we've
been using that software a long time. I never saw anyone do
interest and depreciation in their head like that. And just
like yesterday, her speech was very professional. Oh look,
here they come."

Sure enough, Vivian and Mr. Bogswamp were walking together
toward Mom's desk. Mr. Bogswamp was smiling from ear to ear,
but Vivian looked like she'd seen a ghost.

"Cynthia, I think this is going to work out fabulously,"
said Mr. Bogswamp. "Vivian, here, obviously knows her way
around town, and she's going to be a whiz at organizing all
this paperwork and explaining it to the clients. I bet she
cuts way down on errors, too. Her demeanor is courteous and
correct. She's got the job.

"Now, Vivian, today you need to talk to the receptionist and
fill out the standard employment forms. Then Monday,
Tuesday, and Wednesday, you'll need to report at four
o'clock for training with the day courier. There's also a
state manual you'll need to study, and then you'll need to
go downtown and take a test. But I'm sure none of that will
be a problem. The pay will be as we discussed, including
medical, plus you'll get mileage for driving your own
vehicle. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, sir," said Vivian, in about as faint as voice as I've
ever heard her use. Then, she found her way to the
receptionist and began filling out forms.

"I don't know what you're up to, Adam, but I think this girl
Vivian is going to do very well here," said Mom.

"Mom, that girl is so capable at so many things, it's just
scary. But she's never found the right way to apply herself.
Plus, she keeps bouncing from one home to another, all over
the country. In some ways I don't like her that much, but in
her own way she seems to like me, and she probably did save
my life last week. I'd hate to see her just heading
nowhere."

"Well, you're a kind person to help her like this, Adam."

"Thanks for helping me out, Mom," I said, and then I gave
her a hug and kissed her, naked and all. For a second,
anyway.

A few minutes later, Vivian finished her paperwork and
called me outside. Without speaking she led me to the Jeep,
but she didn't get in. Instead, she just stared at me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"That's what I should be askin' you, Yonson. Why'd you do
all this?"

"All what?"

"The injections. The commercials. The Jeep. And now this
job."

"I just, well, I just made a few phone calls. That's all.
Don't make a big deal out of it."

"Well, you're buttin' into my life, Yonson. What's that
about? You tryin' to control me? You tryin' to set me up so
you can knock me down?"

"Look, Vivian, if anybody butted into someone else's life,
it was you. Last week I couldn't get away from you. Before
that you kept popping up at all the worst times. You
couldn't leave me alone, could you? What was that all
about?"

"You just seemed like a guy who had everything, Yonson. I
wanted to see how you did it. I been dealin' with some
personal issues lately, you know?"

"Look, Vivian, I'm not even close to having everything. I
have my faults and my limitations like anyone else. I know
you had some issues. I thought maybe if I helped you out,
you'd go a little easier on me. So I made some calls, I
looked up some information, and I talked to some people.
Don't make such a big deal out of it."

"Don't make such a big deal? Yonson, my life would be shit
right now if it weren't for you! Now, what's this all
about?"

"Vivian, you have a brilliant mind. You're way ahead of me
at school. You found your way through a terrible childhood.
Along the way you've probably seen more of the world than
anybody else in our school, maybe anybody else in town. But
you just don't know how to ask for help, do you? How'd you
get all those aunts and uncles, or whoever they were, to
take you in?"

"I did my little-lost-girl number, and I pestered `em, and
they felt sorry for me. But that's not workin' anymore. I'm
too close to grown up."

"Did you ever have a friend, Vivian? Someone you could ask
for help, and they'd help you? Someone you could really
trust?"

"No. I tried, but they always screwed me over."

Vivian turned around and rested her forehead on the roll
bar. A few cars drove by and honked. We both waved. Some
home buyers parked next to us and went inside. I saw my mom
checking on us from the office window, but only for a
second.

"So, you got your way, Jonson. I owe you," said Vivian.
"What's your price? Might as well get it over with."

"Vivian, you have nothing to pay off. A week ago you risked
your life to save mine. If anything, I'm the one who owes
you."

Vivian spun around to face me. "That's bullshit, Yonson, and
you know it! I nearly got you killed; that's what happened!
How am I going to pay for that? And now I got all this other
stuff to pay off, too! I owe you, Yonson! I owe you! And how
can I get along now without you? I go to your doctor, we do
the commercials together, you got me the Jeep, your mom put
in the good word for me, and now she and I work at the same
office! How can I walk away from all that? I fuckin' need
you!"

"Vivian, that's not really true."

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. You got me good, Yonson. Walked me
right into this. And I swallowed it whole. The whole banana.
Oh yeah, I see it all now. Tie me down, huh? Well, I tell
you what."

"It's all right, Vivian. I know this is hard for you, but
you can trust me."

"You don't know what you're askin', Yonson. I never trust
anybody. I've seen way too many people get screwed. Sooner
or later, you're gonna dump me and I'll be worse off than
before. That's the way it always happens."

"Relationships don't last forever, Vivian, at least not most
of them. But even when they end, they don't have to end
badly. We can both walk away richer. You can trust me on
that."

Vivian just stared at me for a long time.

"Look, you should know by now that I don't break promises,"
I finally said.

Vivian looked deeply into my eyes, her face showing an
inexplicable mix of emotions. A tear ran down her cheek.
"So, you promise? You really promise?" she finally said.

"Yes, Vivian, I promise. Want a hug? We'll seal it with a
hug."

"Oh, Adam!" she cried, somehow enfolding me tightly and
tenderly all at once. Then we headed out of town and hours
later, when things calmed down, Vivian gave me the off-road
ride of the century.

I love it when a plan comes together.

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       Watch for the next installment in this series:
                              
    Adam & Vivian Naked In School: Week Two, The Program
                              
                         by caultron
                              
                              
