Frank Downey - Naked In School

If anything, my admiration for this girl was increasing by leaps and bounds. She was one cool customer. I wish I could be as nonchalant about this as she was.

However, I had two things going on here. My discomfort at being naked-and my discomfort at seeing hernaked. Not that I didn’t likeseeing her naked, mind you, but whata distraction. Especially since Amanda thought it would be a good idea if we stuck together, and managed to convince the guy who sits next to me to switch seats for the week. So, now I not only had to deal with my nudeness, but I had to deal with the girl of my dreams sitting next to me as naked as I was.

I was goingto flunk English this term, I could see it coming.

She sat next to me, and I couldn’t help but look. She really was beautiful. She had dark reddish hair, that hung down a couple inches down her back-she had it in a ponytail today-flawless skin, and sparkling blue eyes. That much I had known. And I guess I knew how awesome her body was-but now I reallyknew. She must have been a C-cup, and they were nice and firm. Long, shapely legs, a nice round ass, and a really cute red bush between her legs. She also-and I didn’t know this before-had the tiniest little roll around her waist. It was adorable, actually.

She caught me looking, and flashed me a grin. Like I said, one cool customer.

"Well, I see we have not one but twopeople in The Program with us this week." That was Mr. Tomasi, our English teacher. "Nice to see you-all of you-Jared, Amanda. You guys OK?"

"Sure," Amanda said. I managed to squeak out a "fine."

"You sure you’re OK, Jared? This must be overwhelming. Do you need relief?"

NO! my mind screamed, but I managed to calmly say, "No, thank you." Relief? Well, any guy in the program has the right, at the beginning of any class, to ask for relief. That means you either masturbate-or have someone in the class helpyou masturbate. But it has to be done in front of the class. No way, no chance, no how. I’ll live with the "blue balls"-which is bullshit, anyhow-until I can get home and take care of it myself. In private.

Just sitting there with the woody was bad enough.

"That’s something I always wondered," Amanda asked impishly, "why do only guys get to ask for relief?"

"Because girls don’t needto!" came from the back of the class-it was Danny Jacobsen, one of Amanda’s cronies. "Trust me, Amanda, you walk the halls like thatand you’ll be fending offall the guys who want to give you relief!"

"Good point," Amanda giggled.

English was actually OK-but the rest of the morning got worse.

I guess I very quickly came to appreciate the Buddy System concept-because it was easier at first, with Jared there with me. When we separated, after English, it got more difficult.

Because the Reasonable Request thing came into play.

Y’see, we have to go along with any "reasonable request". What’s reasonable? Well, that’s never been defined, exactly. Definitely looking. You have to let people look. You even have to pose, or something, if someone wants you to. I had a lotof people that wanted me to.

The big question mark is touching. Is that reasonable? Well, the way the program was first set up at Central, touching came to be considered reasonable. I’m not sure I agree with that, but I knew I was going to be touched-and I knew that refusing would most likely-though, as I said, this was never spelt out explicitly-get me in trouble.

So, right after English, on the way to my next class, I got felt up. Three times. And asked to pose, a bunch of times. I barely made it to Chemistry. And, by the time I did, I was confused and shaky. And Chemistry didn’t help-Mr. Ankiel, our teacher, is a smirking, arrogant dick. He took great pleasure in making me twirl and pose in front of the class before he finally let me sit down. By the time I was done with that-on top of all the touching and ogling on the way to class-I was reallyconfused and shaky. And I was having a hard time maintaining the facade.

You see, as I alluded to earlier, I’m not sexual. And I don’t consider myself sexy. I’m too fat. Well, not fatfat but I’ve never been satisfied with my body. Too many lumps, too many rolls. And now I not only had to show all to everyone, I had to let them poke and prod my lumps and rolls. And then there’s that not sexual thing. Everyone thinks, because I’m a cheerleader and hang around with all the football players, that I’ve dated half of them. This is not helped by the fact that one of my two best friends-Maggie, the girl with the dirty magazines-is a slut. Hey, that’s what shecalls herself, don’t blame me! Anyhow, Maggie hasgone through half the football team, everybody knows it, and people assume I’m following in her footsteps. Not true-as I said, Jared’s the first boy I’ve never seen naked. And I’ve never been touched. Until today, that is. Heck, I’ve barely ever been kissed.

And I don’t like losing control. That’s what the facade was all about-maintain control, never let them see you sweat. Well, I was losing control, in a hurry. One morning of this, and my body had completely abandoned me. My mind might have been firmly maintaining the barriers-but my body was crumbling. Especially when Mike Person, one of the football team, slipped a finger in my…you know…between third and fourth period.

My body was completelyout of control by then. I was horny. Really, really horny. That’s on top of being ashamed and self-conscious. And I didn’t want to be horny, and I didn’t know what to do about it, and I didn’t know how I was going to get through a whole week of this! My mind was screaming "horrors!" while my body was screaming "more!"

If walking the halls between classes wasn’t bad enough-walking into the cafeteria, stark naked, in front of the whole junior class, was completely mortifying. Even my friends razzed and jeered me as I got in line to get my food. And I got touched or fondled about three dozen times.

Searching desperately for an oasis, I spotted Jared, all by himself, eating. I avoided my friends and plopped my tray in front of him. "Hi!" I chirped, the Happy Amanda Mask firmly in place. "How’s it going?"

"Oh, grrrrreaaaat," he moaned. "This is so humiliating."

"Ah, it’s not so bad," I lied. "You got to go with the flow."

He looked me in the eye. "I really admire you. Thanks so much for sitting with me here at lunch-I wish I could take lessons from you."

"It’s all in the attitude," I told him, trying to convince myself as much as him.

"Maybe. I’m not one for attitude. I mean it’s not easy for me. I don’t hide very well."

I had to giggle at that. "Especially when you’re stark naked, awfully tough to hide."

He laughed in agreement. That was nice, at least he loosened up to laugh at my silly joke. He had a nice laugh.

"I don’t know, it’s probably easier for you," he was saying. "I’m completely inexperienced. You’re the first naked girl I’ve ever seen, and I’ve certainly never beennaked in front of anyone."

"Ditto," I told him.

"Really?" He seemed surprised. "I didn’t realize…you know…"

"What, that I’m not Maggie Benson?" I laughed. "Nope, we may be friends, but we’re nothing alike. Well, at least our sex lives are nothing alike. Considering I don’t have one, and hers is all-encompassing." Jared laughed again.

"Forgive me for besmirching your honor, miss," he said gallantly. I giggled, and told him, "Don’t worry about it."