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 Miss Hartick was waiting for Shelly at the boys' locker room door.  "There
she is.  Did you have a good weekend, Shelly?"

   "Yes, I did.  I've started to look forward to school days more and more
though."

   Shelly wasn't alone this time.  She had another girl with her.  Miss
Hartick said to her, "Hello, Jean."

   Shelly said, "Jean's one of my best friends.  I'm giving her a ride home
today."

   Miss Hartick nodded.  She looked at this girl without blinking for a
solid minute.  Jean had to ask, "What is it?"

   Miss Hartick asked her, "Do you know what Shelly and I are doing here?"

   Jean had to grin sheepishly.  "You're going to interview the baseball
team.  In there.  Shelly told me about it."

   "Would you care to join us?"

   Jean's jaw dropped and her eyes were huge.  "Really?  Me, go in there?
With the boys while they don't have all their clothes on?"

   Shelly was also smiling, deviously.  This was what she had hoped for. 
She knew that if she asked for a visitor, that Miss Hartick would only have
said no.  Just showing up with a girl worked.  Miss Hartick thought it was
her own idea.

   When Miss Hartick saw Jean's reaction though, she was uncertain.  Don't
worry, faithful reader.  Everything will be all right.  Miss Hartick just
had to be certain of one thing.  "You'll be in there with naked boys.  Is
that all right?  I know that it will be embarrassing, so it's okay if you'd
rather wait out here."

   Jean was stupefied by that.  "I, uh, I don't mind."

   Shelly enjoyed playing along.  "If it makes her too uncomfortable, then
we can let her leave, right?"

   "That's right," Miss Hartick said.  "Don't feel that you have to do
this."

   "O-okay," Jean said, mystified.

   Miss Hartick opened the door and led the way.  Jean gave Shelly a look
like, is she for real?  Shelly just nodded.  Then they were there.  A
girl's dream.  Jean couldn't believe it.  This was really happening. 
Shelly hadn't said a word about Jean coming down with them.  So Jean had
this sprung on her.  The reaction was great.  Jean couldn't close her eyes
for a moment.

   Shelly thought she might enjoy this.  She really didn't like having to
have a teacher with her, but that was because the teachers were really in
control.  Another student though?  That was something else.  Jean was
breathless.  "Oh my god.  I'm in the boys' locker room.  Hee hee hee, I'm
in the boys' locker room.  Oh!" There were boys there.  There was a team
full of sexy baseball players.  "Oh my gosh!  Oh my gosh!" She hadn't seen
any of them naked yet, but a few of them were in the midst of changing when
she arrived.

   Miss Hartick stopped and told her, "Here's the boys' showers."

   Jean stared with wonder.  "It IS the boys' showers!  Oh!  There's one,
two, three...  six of them in there!  NAKED!"

   Miss Hartick shouted into the showers, "Boys, don't be that way.  You
don't need to be shy in front of your fellow students even if they are
girls.  Turn around and say hi."

   Jean was amazed that the boys complied.  It was pretty evident that they
didn't want to, but they did it.  Six boys turned around, and she was
treated to the sight of their naked bodies.  Or at least she was once Miss
Hartick demanded that Kent and Zack move their hands to let her see.  Jean
couldn't believe it.  Six studly boys, wet and naked, and they had to let
her see everything!  Six bare sweetsticks were right there for her eyes! 
She waved coyly.  Some of the boys managed to swallow enough of their
embarrassment to wave back.  They went back to washing quickly.

   Miss Hartick couldn't make eye contact with the smitten student since
Jean couldn't take her eyes off the bathing boys.  All the same she told
Jean, "You can come with us to hear the interview, or you can wait for us
here."

   "Wait...  here?  Wait here at the showers?"

   "If you'd like to watch them."

   Jean turned to her friend, "Is she serious?"

   "Yes, but come with me to interview someone."

   "What?  No!  That's Kent and Zack and Chris in there!  That's Chris's
penis!"

   "I know.  It's wonderful.  I've seen it before." Shelly told Miss
Hartick, "She'll come with us."

   "Okay," Miss Hartick said.

   "Shelly!"

   "Jean, calm down.  Which boy on the team do you have a crush on?"

   Jean colored a moment.  She realized that the best thing she could do
would be to trust Shelly.  She whispered, "Greg."

   "I haven't interviewed Greg yet.  Let's go."

   Miss Hartick nodded and led the way.  Behind her, Jean whispered, "Have
you seen him naked?"

   "Oh yeah.  A couple times.  You won't be disappointed." They found him
at his locker.  His jersey was unbuttoned and his cap and shoes were off,
but apart from that his uniform was all there.  Shelly said, "Hi, Greg. 
Ready for an interview?"

   "Wh- H- What's going on now?"

   Miss Hartick said, "Shelly's giving Jean a ride home after the
interview."

   "Okay.  Does Jean have to be in here during the interview?"

   "I thought it was appropriate.  I think you boys need to learn to accept
your situation."

   "Due respect, Miss Hartick, the situation keeps changing."

   "No, the situation stays the same.  The only reason for any of this is
to establish girls as relevant at the school."

   "And Jean has to see me take my clothes off for that?"

   Miss Hartick lost her temper, but in a small way.  "Greg, show some
respect.  Your body isn't as important as Shelly's reporting.  Your privacy
isn't as important.  If Shelly sees fit to bring a guest along, then what
difference does it make to you?"

   Shelly tried to help shape this the way she wanted it.  "It seems to me
that the players should treat any girl I bring with the same regard they
show me.  After all, I might bring a fellow reporter, or Nancy the editor.
For all Greg knew, Jean was another reporter for the school paper."

   "I wish I was!" Jean said happily.

   Greg looked at Miss Hartick for a decision.  He knew what this crazy
woman would say, but he hoped, he really, really, really hoped for a moment
of sanity.  Miss Hartick didn't even bother to speak her mind.  She just
told Jean, "Make yourself at home here.  Don't interfere with Shelly's work
at all, but feel free to do what she does."

   "What does that mean?"

   "You'll see," Shelly said smugly.  She said to Greg, "It looks like you
can get those clothes off now, huh?" As soon as she saw him start to peel
off his jersey, she said, "You were having trouble making contact with the
ball at batting practice today."

   "I've got it under control.  Don't worry about it." He had to get a hold
of himself before he could start taking anything else off.  He was being
forced to strip again.  AGAIN!  And again he would be seen naked by some
girl who hadn't seen his goods yet.  He felt the warmth of a slight blush.
He looked at Jean when he started undoing his pants.  When she looked back
at him, she sighed girlishly.  He almost refastened his pants.  How could
he do this?  He breathed out hard and played in character to try to delay
the unveiling.  Answering another one of Shelly's questions, he stopped
stripping and acted like it was a hard question.  "I've got to think about
that.  Hey, Ted."

   Ted had just come out of the showers, and he gave his team mate an evil
look.  Ted did not want to be used as a distraction.  He was still shower
wet and wearing nothing but a towel.  And Greg had to point that out to
distract the girls.

   Shelly gave him that half smile that they all hated.  She snagged his
towel and slipped it right off of him.  Ted, predictably, covered his
privates with his hands.  "Oh, come on!"

   Miss Hartick said to Jean, "They like to act embarrassed.  I suppose I
can accept that as long as they do what they're told."

   Ted's awkward stance was hilarious to Shelly.  She handed the towel to
her pal.  "Here, why don't you help Ted dry off."

   Jean stared at him.  "Dry him off?"

   "Go ahead.  He respects you.  He'll even move his hands and let you see
his dick."

   "He'll do what?  Oh my GOD!" He did.  Jean couldn't believe that her
friend's stories were true.  She though Shelly was making almost all of it
up.  But here she was looking at a nice, bare penis because Shelly had told
this stud he had to let her look!  What's more, she was going to get to dry
him off!  "How do I start?"

   "How do you start?" Shelly laughed.  "Just dry him off."

   "R-right.  Oh, this is so bad." She was smiling though.  She saw just
how humiliated Ted was.  She should have stopped right then and given the
towel back, but how could she have lived with herself if she had? 
"Sh-should I really be doing this?" she asked as she felt the body under
the towel.

   Miss Hartick said, "It's only natural for you to experience some
inhibitions.  If you're enjoying that though, then go ahead and enjoy it.
You're supposed to."

   "I, I am?"

   Shelly said, "It's good to be a girl, isn't it?"

   "Yeah." Jean kept on moving her hands all over Ted's body as she looked
back and forth from him to Greg, who was managing to very slowly strip
down. Her hands were shaking by the time she got to Ted's dick.  She
noticed that it wasn't resting anymore.  "Oh!  Oh, Miss Hartick, uh,
Shelly, uh, what do I do?" Her eyes were transfixed on that erection now
that she had moved the towel.  Ted covered it up with his hands, but then
he got the better of his modesty and let her stare.  Shelly said, "Well, he
needs to be dry there too, doesn't he?"

   "Dry?  You want me to dry his?  You want me to put my hand on his?"

   Shelly said, "Hold on, Greg, I'll be right back with you." Greg was
happy to stop.  He even pulled his pants back up since he had the chance.
Shelly stepped to naked Ted with a smile.  She pointed at his stiffy, "You
always do that.  Don't you have any shame?"

   Ted looked away.  He covered himself again, and again he thought better
of it.  He had to let them see his boner.  He really wished that his body
didn't scream for attention like that.  He said, "Shelly, can you maybe
just not do that, this time?"

   "Do what, Ted?  Do this?" She grabbed his cock and moved her hand gently
from one end to the other.  Twice.  "It's nothing Ted.  I've done it
before."

   "And I hated it then." He wasn't sure he should have said that, but Miss
Hartick didn't seem too bothered.  "Please just let me get dressed now?"

   Shelly looked at Jean and winked.  "Go ahead."

   "Me?" she said.  "I can?  Oh gosh!" She looked into his pleading eyes.
She said, "Can I really just, just..."

   "You don't have to ask HIM," Shelly said.

   Jean was starting to doubt that Shelly had anything like a conscience.
On the other hand, she was enthralled at the sight of that penis pointing
at the ceiling because she had been rubbing his body.  She felt like a
snake charmer.  Hesitantly, she put her hand to his shaft.  "Oh gosh." She
overcame her inhibitions the moment she felt it in her grasp.  "Oh gosh. 
I've never done this before." She started to very slowly move her hand all
over his goods.  Her hand moved up and down, circling and touching it,
playing with his balls.  She saw him shudder a few times.  She wondered if
it felt good to him.  He was clearly upset, but did it feel good?  She
actually kind of doubted that from his face.  Maybe it should have felt
good, but he was forced to let her play with his body like she owned it. 
She was enjoying it.  He wasn't.  She didn't mind that.

   Jean had the biggest smile of her life, but she glanced over at Miss
Hartick.  She couldn't tell if the Vice Principal quite approved.  So she
let Ted's tool go.  She kept staring at his naked body until he was
dressed.

   Shelly kept up the interview.  She asked her pointed, serious questions
while she watched his pants come down and off.  He was good at delaying,
even though it wouldn't help him.  Jean started giggling at the sight of
Greg in his underwear.  She couldn't believe she was seeing him, wonderful
Greg, who she'd had a crush for months.  He was almost all the way bare. 
There was only one thing she couldn't see.  She moved her eyes up his body
(what a body) to his face, where she gazed lovingly into his eyes.  Greg
saw the infatuation there.  He hoped it would save him.  He never spared
much thought for Jean, but he could tell that she wanted his attention. 
Did that mean that she might ask Shelly to stop this?  Could he keep his
underwear on and his pride intact?  Of course not.  Jean and Shelly picked
him out because Jean wanted to see if that crush was worth having.  She was
about to find out.  Shelly stopped her questions and tapped her foot. 
"Greg, you're just standing there."

   "Uh, what do you want me to do, a backflip?"

   Jean chuckled.  Yes, she liked him.  No, it wouldn't save him.  Shelly
said, "Greg, you know you're required to strip all the way.  I want to see
you buck naked.  And Jean wants to see you buck naked.  So get that off and
let us see your passport."

   "Passport!" Jean repeated with a laugh.

   Greg hooked one thumb into his waistband, but he tried to get out of it.
"Jean, do you really want me to take this off?" He said it so charming, so
persuasively.

   Jean loved his voice, but she also loved the bulge she had been staring
at, and she wanted to see it uncovered.  She wasn't the least bit shy when
her big eyes stared into his.  "Mm-Hmmmmmm.  I want to see it all.  Show me
your, hee hee, passport!"

   Greg grumbled.  He started and stopped.  He tried a second time.  This
girl wanted roses and poetry from him, but that didn't change the fact that
she needed to see his penis.  He didn't just feel embarrassed.  He felt a
special awkwardness this time.  He only wished that Jean felt that too. 
She did, of course, but she also felt so satisfied already just from the
anticipation.  He knew that if he stalled too long that someone would
volunteer to help him.  So he took a deep breath, clenched his eyes shut
and peeled off his pride.  The moment he was naked, he opened his eyes.  He
wished he hadn't.  He didn't want to see the women that were staring at
him, but he couldn't help looking around.  Miss Hartick was very
interested. Shelly was very satisfied.  Jean, she was enchanted.  He heard
her barely whisper, "oooh!  Shelly was right, this was worth it!"

   He said, "Okay, now that you've seen me like this, are we finished?"

   Shelly returned to her wicked half grin.  "What's the matter, Greg.  are
you in a hurry?  I've got a few more questions.  It won't take long."

   "I-I-I'd really rather shower.  Actually I might just skip that part."
He imagined them letting him shower, but only because Jean might want to
watch.  "Can I go now?"

   "In a minute.  First, I want a prediction for the first game."

   "I don't know.  Can we stop now?  Please?"

   Shelly had to hold in her laugher.  She was on the verge of losing her
professional calm because Greg was on the verge of begging.  He was
desperate to get away before Jean saw him harden up.  "Greg, just give me
something I can quote.  No one will care if you're right or not."

   He was too flustered to answer.  He didn't even realize that Shelly had
asked that because she knew he would be too nervous to answer.  And that
only made him even more nervous.  Sooner or later, that would press him
into action.  It started fairly quick.  He stuttered and then muttered, "Oh
no, not this." He felt all the quivering embarrassment flow into his organ.
His penis couldn't resist that power.  It started to grow.  "Damn it!" He
couldn't help it.  This had happened before, but it always felt like the
first time.  He threw his hands over his goods.

   When he didn't correct that mistake, Miss Hartick had to tell him,
"Greg, you know you can't do that.  Let the girls see your penis.  Even
though it's growing, the girls can handle it.  I worried about Jean at
first, but she handled Ted so well."

   Shelly joked, "She certainly did handle Ted real well.  Get that dick
all the way up, and I'll bet she'll handle you too."

   "Shelly!" Jean said.

   It was the first time Shelly saw a girl truly embarrassed in this
situation.  "Well look at that, Jean.  Greg, move your hands already. 
There.  Look at it.  He's getting hard just for you."

   "No he's not," she said with a playful smile.

   "Pretty sure he is.  There he goes!  Look at that!  That is one serious
erection!  It should be wearing a necktie!"

   "Shelly!  You're awful."

   Shelly was having a bit of fun at Jean's expense, but she really didn't
want her friend to leave empty handed.  "He's standing at full mast just
for you, Jean.  He can't even look you in the eye.  Wouldn't it be rude to
turn that down?"

   "Shelly, he can hear you!"

   "Well, if you don't want to, you don't have to feel him."

   Greg's dick really was impressive.  She'd fallen in love with it the
moment she saw it, but now that she saw it in action, it was heroic.  Jean
locked her eyes on that magnificent sign of the times.  She couldn't
believe how hot his bare, stiff cock was.  She gave him a helpless look. 
"I can't really help it, you know."

   He took a half step back.  "Wait, wait, Jean, come on.  You like me,
right?  So don't make me do this.  Come on.  It's humiliating."

   She gave a surprisingly innocent smile.  "I'm sorry, Greg." She didn't
look sorry.  She didn't sound sorry.  She just grabbed his princely rod. 
With an enormous amount of self satisfaction, Jean made sure to touch every
last bit of his manhood from top to bottom to top again.  Once she had it
all committed to memory, she said to him, "Listen, I know this is a stupid
time to do this, but here's my phone number.  I hope you call me sometime."
Jean started walking away, so the others followed her.  Greg sat down,
wishing that his cock would behave, but it just wouldn't go down.  He put
the phone number in his pocket.  He was still cursing in his mind at the
indignity of it.  He couldn't quite get her touch out of his head.