Frank Downey - Naked In School

"So, my sister’s best friend went through this last year. I know what the girls that go through it get put through." He looked at me. "I guess, since you were completely inexperience-that your experience has quadrupled in just this morning?"

"And how," I admitted. "I’ll be honest. I’m so horny, I can’t stand it. And I’m notused to that. And, yeah, I’ve been felt up, and had a couple fingers up my…you know…but not long enough to actually doanything so I’m even hornier."

"I can relate. I had a couple of freshmen girls ‘just want to touch it’ on the way here. I thought I was gonna explode."

"Ooh. I know enough to know it’s worse for a boy." I looked at him. "Have you asked for relief yet?"

"NO!." I had to laugh at his vehemence. "No, and I don’t plan to. I’ll take care of it when I get home."

"It’s a long day."

"Yeah, and it’d be a lot longer if I had to jerk off in front of a whole class!"

"I dunno. Might be fun. It’d certainly be educational. I’d enjoy watching, I know that much."

Jared practically choked on his ham sandwich. "Uh-uh. No way."

"I’ll bet you change your mind. Sometime this week." He was having none of it.

Suddenly, he stopped that line of conversation, and looked at me. "You know what? You’re easy to talk to."

"You sound surprised."

"I am," he told me. "You always intimidated me."

"Me?" I laughed. "How the hell did I do that?"

"Because you’re so put together," he told me. "You’re so in control, so vivacious. Everybody likes you. You’ve almost got your own little band of courtesans."

"Ah," I demurred, "Like I said, it’s all in the attitude."

"Maybe so," he told me, "but the attitude is what might be intimidating." He took a bite of his sandwich. "Plus, you’re the prettiest girl in school, that doesn’t help."

Thattook me aback. Big-time. "Me? Prettiest girl in school? You’ve got to be kidding."

"Hell, no, and I thought that beforeI saw you naked," he smiled.

"And now you’ve changed your mind," I said.

"Nope. More convince of it than ever. Shit, if I ever doneed relief, it’s because I have to stare at youthree periods a day. I’m going to flunk all three of ‘em, I’m betting. You’re the distraction to end all distractions."

"Jared, you’re nuts. Look at me."

"Believe me, I have been," he smirked.

"And you don’t see the fat?"

"What, all them womanly curves? I’m not going to be able to convince you if you don’t believe it." He looked at me. "I didn’t think you had any body issues, considering how comfortable you feel about this."

OK. That’s when I slipped. He didn’t realize this, but I found him as easy to talk to as he did me. And I realized he was sincere. So I told him. "Jared, this is the truth. I’m not nearly as comfortable with this as you think I am. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was all attitude."

"Oh." While he mulled that one over, I changed tacks. "Besides, what’s yourexcuse, then? Don’t tell me youhave body issues. Stud," and I winked at him. He turned a delightful shade of hot pink.

"Um, well, to tell you the truth-I don’t have much of a body image either way. It’s just kind of there, you know what I mean? But, no, low body image isn’t myproblem. I’m just shy. Especially around girls. And here I am, parading nude in front of every girl in the student body. It’s mortifying, in a way that I can’t explain."

"Hmmm," I said, "So what made you volunteer for this, if you feel that way?"

"I didn’t. My parents volunteered me, and told me afterwards."

"Oh, shit," I commiserated. That explained a lot.

After our little chat at lunch, we walked to Biology together-that was our next class. And, I have to admit, while part of my brain-the part that’s connected to my dick-was watching her naked ass sway in front of me, the other part was stunned.

I had just eaten lunch with the girl of my dreams. We were both completely naked. And it was like having a nice chat with someone I had been best friends with for ten years. This girl really waseasy to talk to-easier than I’d ever imagined.

Hell, I admit it. This crush on her started in seventh grade. It was puppy love, I know it, I was in love with an image. I knew her-but I didn’t reallyknow her. It was the ideaof her that I was in love with. Oh, that, and I wasn’t lying when I said I thought she was the most beautiful girl in school. But, yeah, I knew what it was. I just surmised, from the image, that if I ever got the nerve to actually get to knowthis girl, that I’d fall completely in love with her. And, what was thrilling, and completely scary, is that the events of this morning hadn’t done a thing to make me feel I was wrong about that. She was better up close than she was from afar, at least so far. And I’m not talking about physically, either.

OK, I’m not completelytalking about physically.

We walked into Biology, her in front of me, and I immediately heard a familiar voice shout out, "Hey, look, it’s Amanda’s tits!" I laughed. I had forgotten that Amanda’s friend Maggie was in this class, too.

Maggie’s in Amanda’s crowd, but I knew her. Everybodyknows Maggie Benson. As Amanda has said, she’s got a reputation for being…er, let’s just say, free with her favors. But nobody holds it against her, because, not only does she not apologize for it-which makes most people respect her choices-she’s also got a great personality. For one thing, she’s genuinely funny. She teases everybody, no real maliciousness intended, and cracks everybody up.

She was still going at Amanda. "Hey, Frazier. A week with you bouncing those bazookas of yours all over school, and I’m going to have to hide all my boyfriends."

"I don’t think there’s anywhere on earth big enough to hide all your boyfriends," Amanda retorted.

"Apparently, your braqualifies!" ZING! I had to laugh, as did Amanda, and Amanda then sat down, giving Maggie a full view of me. I braced myself-but not really. Like I said, Maggie was funny. I knew there was a quip coming-but I also knew that Maggie would make me laugh more than she’d make me embarrassed.

I was wrong. On both counts. As Amanda sat down, and I walked up the row beside her, I heard Maggie let out a gasp. I looked at her, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. And then she said, to my astonishment, "Jesus Christ, Wicklow! Are you packing! Is that a telephone pole or are you happy to see me?" She couldn’t stop staring. I couldn’t stop blushing!. And she kept it up. "My God, that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen on a high school kid. And I’ve seen enough of them. Damn. I think I likethis whole Program thing!" I tried to wave her off, but she kept staring. And, boy, was I purple by this time. Amanda kept giggling. I’m glad shewas amused.

Me, I was embarrassed. Yeah, OK, and I was flattered, too. Wouldn’t you be? I was never one to check out other guys in the locker room-as I told Amanda, body image was rather a non-issue to me. It was there, and there it was. How it compared wasn’t much concern to me. But, yeah, having Maggie Benson-who, as she said, had a basis for comparison-drooling all over me was flattering.

It also made me more horny. I didn’t think that was possible. Ay yi yi.

Just then, Ms. Toranetti walked in. She’s our Bio teacher-and she’s also the person at Westport who was the primary driver of The Program. She really wanted this to work-I know some of the failures of the first two years killed her. And, so, she walked in, saw me and Amanda sitting there starkers-with Maggie, on the other side of Amanda from me, stillstaring-and smiled.