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 Rebbecca and Luis: Naked in School Part One - Monday Orblover
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   I'm a new writer to the "Naked in School" universe.  I would like to
thank Karen Wagner for coming up with the original concept and allowing
others to adopt it.  I'd also like to thank Frank Downey for introducing
the Partner concept to the series.  Plus the many others that have added to
and expanded this universe - PeregrineF for the Carl and Beth stories,
CWatson for Arie and Brandon, and the many all that have expanded this
concept.  You have all brought me here.  Thank you for paving the road,
putting in the infrastructure, and allowing others to play in this world.
Thank you tenyari for creating the collection and keeping the universe
alive!  Here is my attempt to take it where I need to.

   If you are new to this concept, please visit the Naked In School pages
at ASSTR (www.asstr.org/~NIS/) or Google "Naked in School".

   Long live Karen Wagner!  The first student written about that went
"Naked In School" and the first person to write about it.

   Many thanks to Ian (you know who you are) for editing and all my on-line
and off-line friends that have reviewed, commented, and supported me
through this.  The Lady G gets the most credit for tolerating my hours with
pen in hand and hands on the keyboard.

   "Cold hearted Orb that rules the night, Steals the colors from our
sight..." Moody Blues, Knights in White Satin

   Chapter One - Monday - Daybreak

   *** Rebbecca ***

   His lips were tracing sparks across mine.  His hands were moving to my
bodice.  The cool wind was flowing over us and not cooling our passion. 
"Yes, kiss me.  Take me." My bedroom door opened.

   "Good morning sleepyhead, time to get up, school day." Mom retreated
from my room and went down to make breakfast.

   My dream slowly faded.  The soft meadow of heather replaced by my
covers. The haphazard collection of paintings, sketches, and charcoals that
lined my walls replacing the mists on the hills in Scotland.  My imaginary
lover would have to wait until tonight to finish seducing me.  I hopped out
of bed, straightened my nightgown, and reached for my robe hanging on my
easel.  "Just a few more strokes and you're done," I decided as I studied
the oil mounted in the easel.  I needed the paints to settle a bit before
adding the last few details.  "Maybe tomorrow."

   Just before opening my door I looked at my "Wall of Inspiration."
Sketches that I had at one time thought might be hiding a painting and I
wasn't in the right frame of mind to see it.  No sudden inspiration from
any of the sketches pinned to the wall.  Yet, I decided they would all
survive another day before taking the trip to the archive in the back of
the closet.

   I crossed the hall still wrapping my robe around me.  My younger brother
and I traded the bathroom and I made some noises.  He mumbled something
back.  It was our private morning ritual and joke.  Neither of us is a
morning person.  Yet, he'd already been out for a run.  At least I'd gotten
an extra hour of sleep.

   In the shower I started a new short story, hearing the dialog in my
head, seeing the scene, hearing the characters, and watching it unfold. 
I've learned to not force my dreams.  A long, hot shower usually lets them
come out in story form.  I let the story wash over me as I finished rinsing
off.  This one was a keeper.  I'd capture as much as I could on paper this
morning.  Kind of funny that it was about being naked in school and the
Program would be starting up for the year today.

   The Program.  It was some silly thing that came from another school
system a few years ago.  We all got pamphlets about it each year.  There
were two naked teenagers on the front of it.  Kids were "chosen" to go
through school for a week naked.  Something about discovery and becoming
more comfortable with themselves.  Blah, blah, blah.  I could ignore it. 
No way I'd ever be in the Program.

   After wrapping myself in my robe, towel on head, I headed for my room.
Time to apply the camouflage.  My wardrobe was mostly ankle length skirts,
mostly vintage with some retro.  Flowing and not at all revealing.  My tops
tended towards baggy, almost shapeless.  I wanted to keep my body private.
I used to dress like everyone else.  Then my body started to change and I
got boobs before anyone else my age.  Girls can be so cruel and boys only
want to stare or touch.  Or worse.

   Besides covering myself from ankle to neck I looked for the right scarf,
shawl, hat, or other accessory to continue the illusion.  Mixing colors,
textures, and lines in a way that stood out yet was ignored.  I got away
with my eclectic attire by being the artist.  My large bag of sketchbooks,
pens, pencils, charcoals, journals, cameras, and such just made it obvious.
I had perfected hiding in plain sight.

   "Thanks for the wake up, Mom." I kissed her on the cheek as she cooked.
I fixed my cereal, juice, and grabbed some toast.  My brother was well into
his 4 egg omelet as I sat down.  We ceremonially grunted at eat other, a
slight smile on our lips.

   "Neandertal," I mumbled louder.

   "Hippie," he retorted.

   "Morning Daddy," I said to the Wall Street Journal at the head of the
table.  Home delivery no less.

   "Morning Rebbecca," the paper said.  I pulled out my journal and
captured the gist of the new story while I ate.

   "Want a ride today?" Jason was finishing his 20,000 calorie, cholesterol
laden breakfast and getting ready to go.  I don't have a car.  I'm really
not a good driver.  I spend too much time in my head writing, thinking
about my next painting, or just seeing the world my way.  Not enough
attention on the road, I'm afraid.  On my 16th birthday I had traded the
offered car for a nice camera, some lenses, a really good easel, and the
tools to make my own paints.  I had never regretted it.  I'm sure the other
drivers hadn't either.

   "Sure, Jase, thanks." I finished up my notes, knowing I had a few more
minutes while he gathered his books.

   Mom and I did the kissy-cheek thing, the Paper wished us well in school,
and Jason and I went out the door to his car.

   "You know the Program starts today," Jason said as we settled into the
car and he backed out the drive.  "Who do you think they will pick?" The
Big Secret we kept from our parents was we actually talked to each other, a
lot.  We got along really well.  Far be it for us to burst their bubble
about sibling rivalry and all.  As a matter of fact, I considered Jason my
best friend.

   "Don't know.  I only hope I can get some artistic inspiration from
them." The Program.  Damn.  Is that going to be the only topic for
conversation today?  Being naked.  Getting fondled under the guise of a
request.

   "The boy or the girl?"

   "Both and maybe together!" I laughed.  "It would be too much to think
they'd be in my art class."

   "Bec, what if our parents signed us for the Program?"

   "No way.  They really don't know we're around except as tax deductions."
That's why I was so safe from it.  Parents had to sign their kids up for
it.

   "Don't be so hard on them, Bec." Before I went off on my parents it hit
me.  Jason is everything they'd wanted.  Six feet two, 240 pounds of solid
muscle.  A star running back as a Junior including All State and All
American honorable mention.  National Honor Society.  Popular.

   "Sorry Jase.  I'm just not the daughter they wanted.  I'm not the social
princess, the cheerleader, or even the gymnast.  I'm not all that popular.
I don't want to be.  I want my writing and my art.  That's all."

   "Oh Bec.  Don't think they don't love you or really care about you. 
They really do.  They also respect that you have something rare and
special, your artistic talents."

   "Yea, like they see that." I almost spat out these last words.

   My dear brother, all big handsome hunk of him, able to find a hole in
any defense and get five more yards, looked at me.  His eyes were starting
to tear.  "We all see it, Bec.  They just don't know how to relate to you."

   What could I do.  I broke and cried.  I leaned on my "little" brother,
my rock, my friend and bawled.  He put his arm around me and hugged me. 
"We all see the magic you have with words and painting.  We're all in awe,
even a bit jealous.  You make something we can't imagine doing look so
easy. But we see it, we respect it.  Mom, Dad, and me, we do love you."

   Jason pulled into the parking lot, found a spot, and shut down the car.
I was still leaking rivers.  Sobbing.  Almost heaving.  He handed me a
towel and helped me start to pull myself back together.

   "I'm such an emotional time bomb, aren't I?"

   "I guess it comes with the artistic vision, Sis." He gave me a gentle
punch on the arm.  Eventually I did get myself together.  My rock helped by
just being there and not judging me.  I thought, 'how could someone so
physical be so gentle'.  I almost lost it again.

   Composed again, the perfect picture of the eccentric artist, we walked
up to the school together.  As we got closer I let him go on.  Part of me
wanted to just see and feel the early fall changes happening around the
school.  The other part began the 'hide in plain sight' ploy.

   I watched as Jason joined the other football players outside the office.
In that crowd his size looked average.  I'd never noticed that before.  I
just held back at the edge of the crowd.  Happy to observe and not be seen.
It took on the flavor of a hanging.  Everyone wanting to be a part of it
and at the same time not wanting to be the star.  Except, this lynching, no
one in this crowd knew who the stars were going to be.  The rubberneckers
and gawkers waiting for the car wreck packed around the door to the main
office.

   The PA system came to life and the crowd grew silent in anticipation. 
"Would the following students report to the main office: Rebbecca Davis..."

   *** Luis ***

   "Oh, God!  Oh, Yes!  You're a God!  Harder!" This incredible blond was
riding my cock and screaming while I fondled her nipples.  Her face twisted
with pleasure, her nipples rock hard, her fluids running down my balls. 
Then the alarm went off.

   Shit.  I was almost there with my fantasy girl helping me along.  I
managed to control my hand just before I crushed the stupid little box
making all the noise and waking me from THIS.

   After finding the snooze button, I pulled my arm back under the sheet
and started the process of waking up.  Find this cramp.  Stretch.  Find
this pain.  Relax.  As much as I wanted to stroke that rock hard thing
tenting my sheets, I needed to piss and shift gears.

   The beginning of the third week of school, a Monday.  I was still a
little sore and tight from the football game Friday night and was looking
forward to getting to school early and using the whirlpool to loosen my
muscles.  "Another ten minutes and I'd start my morning routine," I said to
the room.  My body sank back into the warmth of the bed.  "No Good.  Get
Up!" Yea, it was a Monday, it was in season, it's transition day.

   "The weekend is for recovery, Monday is transition day.  Wake up stiff
and sore, get out of bed with a focus on the next game.  Get past it." I
repeated my Monday Mantra a couple of times.  By now, I found myself in my
running shoes, jock strap, shorts, and a t-shirt, at the door ready to
begin my run.  Monday through Friday - rain, shine, snow, or whatever - 5
to 7 miles.  My run.  By myself.  A few stretches and I headed out,
Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture on my headphones.  Arthur Fiedler conducting
the Boston Pops version that I'd ripped from my parent's vinyl.  All the
energy of that long ago July the 4th evening channeled through this
wonderful composition.  I needed it this morning.  Start out depressed,
build, retreat, build, and then win.  Just what I needed.

   When I turned back into the driveway of our house and the last cannon
had shot, I realized I wasn't that stiff anymore.  I had a new
visualization of the carbon cycle within a protostar, and I was beginning
to think about our crosstown rivals we'd play Friday night.  I went into
the basement door of my apartment within my parents house.  I stripped off
my clothes and began the Short Yang Form of T'ai Ch'i.  "Thank you Dad for
introducing me to this," I said to myself before emptying my mind for 15
minutes and focused on moving slow, breathing, and feeling my imaginary
opponent.  Into the shower, dressed for school in dockers, oxford shirt,
loafers, no socks (my rebellion point).  Up the stairs from my hideaway to
the house and into the kitchen.

   "Ah, Luis!" Mama said as I walked into the kitchen.

   "Hi Mama, you look good enough to eat!." I bent down and gave her a kiss
on the cheek.  Some wonderful 1920's Jazz playing in the background.

   "Oh, you guys and your sweet tongues.  You say sweet things and all you
want is our sweet things!  Good morning, sweetie.  You sound chipper." She
returned to cooking eggs and bacon.  She wore a long robe that accented her
trim body.  Over it she was wearing a chef's apron.  Fitting, as she owns
and is the head chef of the best restaurant in town.  Italian food, imagine
that.

   "I had a good run this morning and feel recovered from Friday." I headed
to the fridge and fixed a large glass of orange juice and another of milk.
As I was settling in at the kitchen table Dad came into the kitchen from
the garage carrying the morning paper.  "Morning, Papa."

   "Well, Luis, you seem to be in better shape than this weekend." He
tossed the paper on the table by me as he went to kiss Mom and get a cup of
coffee.  When he came back he took my hand in a shake.  He always tried to
out squeeze me.  In the last few years I had let him win.  Ever since the
first time I saw real pain on his face.

   "Fully recovered and getting ready for East on Friday."

   Mama brought plates of food to the table and we all dove into breakfast
and the paper.  We chatted about news, plans, and just general stuff. 
About halfway through breakfast a tornado whipped through kitchen.

   "Hi, Sis." She grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge.

   "Hi, Honey." She grabbed some toast from the table.

   "Good morning, Margaret." She blew kisses to each of us.

   "Hi.  Late.  Gotta run.  Love ya.  Bye!" Peace returned slowly as the
wind died down.  The three of us just went back reading and chatting.

   Just another morning in the Contadino household.  Margie was off to some
meeting before school.  As a sophomore she seemed to be involved in
everything.  A gifted planner and organizer, as well as a great person, she
was in constant demand.  Even the seniors deferred to her when they needed
to get something organized and done.

   Half a dozen eggs, half a pound of breakfast meats, four different fresh
fruits, and a liter of fluids later, I bade my parents goodbye and headed
out the door.  Bending, folding, and cramming my body into my car I took
off to school.  The stereo cranking One Way Out by the Allman Brothers, the
live version.  Duane's guitar rifts powering the car to school.

   I got to the gym early enough that all the whirlpools were open.  I
cranked up the full body tub, went to my locker and stripped, grabbed a
towel, and settled in to the magic of hot water and bubbles up to my neck.
I'd slipped in some old Motown into the resident boom box and was drifting
into space on My Girl when it started to get crowded.

   "Yo, look at the wimp defensive lineman pampering himself." Spoken by
the only person on the team that out weighed me, our center, Mike Holloway.
He only had me by five freaking pounds.

   "Yo, Hollow Dick, what's your complaint?  That I got here first and got
the good tub?  Did you remember your rubber duckie?"

   "Better than that rubber dickie of yours, wimp." He settled into the tub
next to me.  Both of us were serious students of the game of football and
immediately dropped into a critique of Friday's game.  We compared what
we'd felt and seen on our side of the field and gave our observations when
we were off the field.  It worked out well since we were rarely on the
field together and respected each others ability and observations.  As
other starters wandered in they joined in the critique.  Better us to talk
about our strengths and weaknesses than our coaches!  Not that we wouldn't
hear from them later in the day.  Yet, they knew us well enough to know
that we were tough enough on ourselves.  Always striving for that
unobtainable, perfect game.  They'd taught us well.

   Most of us had played together since 5th grade and the youth leagues. 
Last year we'd missed the State Championship by one field goal.  I blamed
myself for letting their offense get an extra field goal.  Mike blamed
himself for not letting our offense get an extra score.

   I started to climb out of the deep tub, feeling a bit like rubber. 
"Mike, what do you think of Jason Davis?  How's he coming along?"

   "Man, I'm impressed.  I don't even have to open a hole for him, he makes
them.  I spend half my time following him down the field!"

   "Can he catch?"

   "What ya' thinking, WOP?" Yea, I'm Italian.  And I like the words.  I'm
proud of where my family came from.  Just don't call me worthless!

   "By now, all the scouting reports are gonna focus on his running.  We
haven't used him as a receiver.  He comes out of the backfield without the
ball, everybody's ignoring him.  We should work with him as a receiver and
save it for when we need it."

   "Gotcha.  Done deal." Our starting QB, Paul Rogers, said stepping up,
"I'll work with him.  I'll let you two pieces of beef tell us when to use
it."

   "Yo, Hollow Dick, when did we let management into the labor talks?" I
shouted as I left the wet room.  "Next thing you know, they're gonna think
they run the place." I couldn't hear Mike's response over the laughter and
objections.  Yea, we're in the mood to get ready for East.  Relaxed enough,
still working as a team, and good energy.

   A quick workout in the weight room focused on my legs, into the showers,
dress, and to the hallway outside the offices.  Like everyone else.  It was
Monday.  The start of the Program.  We all wanted to see who was going
Naked this week.  The football players tended to group together.  Mike and
Paul joined me, as did others from the team.  Jason had just come up to us
when the PA system started up.  They announced in descending class order
starting with the Seniors.

   "Would the following students report to the main office: Rebbecca
Davis," I was trying to place her and almost missed the next name, "Luis
Contadino..."

   Chapter Two - Monday - Welcome

   *** Rebbecca ***

   Just before complete shutdown, I managed to think to myself, "so much
for 'hiding in plain sight!'" Like a fattened cow taking the last walk up
the ramp, I moved forward.  I could see over the crowd the office door
opening and closing as other names I was not hearing were called.  Just
like the last door cattle enter at the slaughter house.

   I took one last look around for Jase.  He and his football buddies were
laughing and pointing.  I don't think he saw how hurt I was that my own
brother, my rock, would be making fun of me.

   Mrs.  Grant gave me a kind smile and pointed down the hall to Dr. 
Cavenaugh's office.  The room was cramped.  I must be the last one.  All
the seats were taken around the conference room table so I began to fade
into the corner and disappear.

   "Mr.  Contadino, it would be polite for you to stand and give your seat
to the lady." Dr.  Cavenaugh was looking directly at me, compelling me
forward with his eyes.  Then this monster arose from the chair.  He was
HUGE.  He just kept standing and standing.  Unfolding and unfolding.  My
God, he made Jason look tiny.  His neck was bigger than my waist.  Two of
me would fit his width with lots of wiggle room left over.  Almost no body
fat yet none of the sharp definition of a bodybuilder.  It was obvious he
was very, very strong.

   Amazing for his size and sheer physical power, he very gently offered me
the chair.  I did my best to disappear into it.  Retreat into my own little
world and not let this be happening.

   Dr.  Cavenaugh was talking.  I couldn't hear the words.  Didn't really
want to.  I just wanted to wake up in my bed, real soon.  After a bit, the
mountain behind me spoke a few words.  His voice very deep.  I heard him
say his name was Luis and something about the football team.  That made
sense.

   I felt Dr.  Cavenaugh's eyes on me and heard him say, "Rebbecca?"
Something about introductions flashed through my brain.  I don't really
remember what I said.  I'm sure it was a whisper.

   Dr.  Cavenaugh was speaking again.  I think it was something about me,
it sure felt like it as I sensed every eye in the room on me.  Yet, I
couldn't be here, now.  Not with what was going to happening very shortly.
I focused on my hands in my lap.  Willing myself to wake up from this
dream.

   *** Luis ***

   "What the FUCK!" I'm sure a seismograph in Australia registered my
explosion.  Before I could get my feet under me, my breath back in my body,
it felt like the entire football team was pushing me towards the office
door.  They were laughing and pointing at me.  I couldn't hear there jokes,
I'm sure they were good.

   Alone, I was propelled into the cavern of the outer office.  Mrs. 
Grant, the school's secretary, was behind the counter and casually hooked
her hand towards the Principle's Office.  I could feel every muscle trying
to lift my feet, coordinate, keep my balance, and walk down the hallway. 
There was no music.  Not even Muzak.  A funeral dirge would have worked.

   I entered Dr.  Cavenaugh's office and discovered I was the first one
there.

   "Well, Mr.  Contadino.  Welcome to the Program." Dr.  C.  was one of
those few people that made me feel short.  At 6' 9", he had had a brief
career in the NBA.  After, he had returned to school and received a
doctorate in education.  His mere presence was enough to quieten any
hallway.

   "Feel free to relax here while we wait for the rest." He pointed to the
back of a chair and handed me a copy of the Pamphlet to occupy my hands.  I
played with it while I tried to process all this.  Could I even get my head
around it?  SHIT.  I think I sat down in the chair.

   One by one the others came in.  I only felt them enter the room.  I was
focused on the naked couple on the cover of the Program's pamphlet.  When I
was in my stance on the football field, I was aware of most every player on
the field.  Yet, right now, all I could see was that naked couple.

   "Mr.  Contadino?" Dr.  Cavenaugh cleared his throat to get my full
attention.  "It would be polite for you to stand and give your seat to the
lady."

   "Oh, um, yeah.  Sorry." I dragged myself into this world.  Standing, I
saw the others.  West High was a big school.  To get everyone through the
program, we had 4 people per class in the Program each week.  Sixteen at a
time.  Naked.  As I turned, I notice Rebbecca, the school's resident
artist, standing and offered her my chair at the table.  She looked about
like I felt.  While Rebbecca sat, I looked around the room at the others.
WHAT!  Why is Margie here?

   Dr.  C.'s voice took over.  "Before I go through my little speech, I'd
like you each to introduce yourselves.  Please share with us your name,
class, and little about your activities at school.  Mr.  Contadino, please
start us off."

   Somehow, my mouth worked.  I guess all those sports interviews I'd done
over the years helped.  "Luis Contadino.  Senior.  Starting defensive
lineman and co-captain of the football team.  Also, Science and Chess
Club."

   "Ms.  Davis?" Dr.  C.  prompted the girl seated in front of me. 
"Rebbecca?" When she didn't immediately respond.

   "Hm, ah, I'm...  I'm Rebbecca Davis.  Senior.  I'm an artist...." Her
words were barely above a whisper.

   Dr.  C.  spoke up.  "If you look at the signature of most of the murals
around the school, you'll see her signature." The back of Rebbecca's neck,
I noticed, was becoming very red.

   "Tim Carter.  Senior.  I just transferred this year.  Theater is my main
interest." Three weeks and I'd never noticed him.  About 6 feet.  Very red
hair and medium build.  Seemed like a nice guy.

   "Shirley Koen," she pronounced it Key-oh-en.  "Senior.  Editor of the
school paper and class editor for the yearbook."

   "Mike Watson.  Junior.  Nervous." We all broke up at that!  Yeah, we are
too!  Dr.  C.  wasn't letting him off easy.  "I will add National Honor
Society and the school's first ever Chess Grand Master." Didn't I know it.
Although he killed me most times we played, he was also a patient teacher.
Short.  Skinny.  Just what you'd think a nerd looked like.  Really funny
when you got to know him.

   "Ah, oh..." The next victim started to choke.  Mike reached out, put his
hand on her shoulder, bent, and whispered something in her ear.  He left
his hand there, squeezing lightly.  "Stacy Williams.  Junior.  Photographer
for the paper and annual." She managed to blurt out, then put her hand on
top of Mike's.  Stacy and Mike had been an item since their Freshman year.
She was nearly coal black and large framed.  The odd couple.  Despite her
size, when she was in photographer mode, she could disappear.

   "Jane..." "Chris..."

   "One at a time.  In a rare breech of protocol, gentlemen first.  Mr. 
Flanagin?"

   "Chris Flanagin.  Junior.  Pitcher on the baseball team, Latin Society,
and Debate." He looked down at Jane.

   "Jane Chung.  At least that's my American name.  Junior.  Choir and
Spanish Club." A beautiful girl with an incredible voice.  Although she was
squeaking a bit now.  I am certain I'll be buying her recordings in the not
too distant future.  So far, everyone had been on the same side of the
table as Rebbecca and I.  The Sophomores and Juniors were across the table.
Margie.

   *** Rebbecca ***

   After my intro, Dr.  Cavenaugh told everyone about my murals.  I'm sure
I was red as a California sunset.  Suddenly, my artistic muse smacked me in
the back of the head.  Screaming, she said, "Listen!  Watch!  Observe!  You
need to capture this.  You cannot miss the tension, energy, emotions. 
Think of the stories, the paintings this experience will bring!"

   I started agreeing with my muse.  WHAT!  "Look," my muse spoke as she
appeared standing on the hands folded in my lap, "this is going to happen.
You can be self-absorbed and miss the unfolding motions, actions, energies,
and emotions of the others.  Watch.  Listen.  Learn."

   All the Juniors and Seniors had introduced themselves.  Suddenly, I felt
Luis's energy change.  It became very cold, not angry, just cold. 
Something was really wrong.  I wish I could see his face.  I split my
attention to observe the kids across the table and feeling Luis behind me,
or at least his energy.

   "Stanley Rosenberg.  Sophomore.  I'm a transfer student and am joining
the Math and Science clubs." He looked a little bit like a young Albert
Einstein, at least his hair did!  I could easily use his image as either
the great teacher or, with a few shifts in his face, the perfect mad
scientist.

   "Rosalee Tuner.  Sophomore.  Token trailer trash and aspiring class
slut." She got a case of the giggles.  Dr.  C.  gave one of his looks, the
kind down his nose.  She straightened up a bit.  "Okay, frustrated actress,
piano and wannabe conductor." That was Rosalee.  Always on stage.  I think
she would have been a great actress, but she was better with music.  It
would be interesting to see how this week played out for her.  I already
had in mind a scene with her as the great courtesan.

   "Luke Nguyen.  Sophomore.  Point guard on the basketball team, at least
I hope!" We all chuckled.  He was maybe 5' 6".  But he could shoot.  He'd
made varsity as a Freshman and was the team's leading scorer.  Good thing I
liked sports or I wouldn't know half these folks.  Wiry is the best way to
describe him.  I found myself wondering what his shoulders look like. 
Well, I'd find out in a minute!

   "And, soon to be National Merit Scholar." Dr.  C.  added.  Then he
nodded to the next person.  If Luis was cold before, he was frozen now. 
Anger?  No, that was usually heated.  Fear?  Could be.  I wish I could see
his face.

   "Margie Contadino.  Sophomore.  Class President, cheerleader, and
assistant stage manager for the Drama Club." She looked at Luis and gave a
little wink.  He was unmoving.  His energy had not changed.

   As people started to get the connection, Dr.  C.  spoke up, "Yes, they
are siblings.  Our first in the Program at the same time."

   "Jorge Borges." He pronounced it Whore-Hey Bore-Haze.  "Freshman. 
Somehow, Freshman Class President." One look at him and you knew why.  A
serious line to his face, yet mirth in his eyes.  Someone you wanted to
trust.  I could see an older version of him in the scene with Rosalee.

   "Sherri Jackson.  Freshman.  Ah, just here." We all laughed with her.

   Dr.  C.  added, "Shirley, you'd better watch out.  She's a damn good
writer!" Sherri tried to turn purple.  Jorge rested his hand on her
shoulder to reassure her.  I felt Luis's energy change, beginning to warm
up some.  Just a hair.

   "Paul Templer.  Freshman.  Wannabe river guide.  Ecology Club." Rugged
looking.  Very deep tan.  His accent sounded British, but not quite.  Talk
about stereotypical!  His looks and accent and wanting to be a river guide
in deepest, darkest Africa.  He would definitely make it into at least one
of my works.

   Dr.  C.  felt compelled to speak up.  "Paul joins us from Zambia." That
explained the accent.

   "Um.  Crap.  Why am I here?" A cute little waif.  "All you guys are so
unreal.  I'm just a nobody."

   Oh, oh.  A meltdown.  Before anyone could say anything, Paul leaned down
and place both his hands on her slender, freckled shoulders.  He whispered,
but had the kind of voice that just carries.  "It's okay, Ginny.  We're all
in this together.  We all want to meet you."

   Whatever it was - his words, touch, his energy - she looked back at him,
smiled, and while holding his eyes spoke.  "Ginny Smith.  Freshman. 
Confused." No one laughed.  She would make the perfect girl taken and held
by the natives.  Bound and waiting for Paul to rescue her.  I felt Luis
beginning to return to his normal energy state.  I wish I could see his
face.

   Dr.  C.  waited for a second to see if she was done.  "Ginny has test
scores that would scare most of you and with this group, that's saying
something.  She also volunteered for the Program.  She has some special
circumstances that you need to respect.  Get to know her and you will
understand."

   Ginny blushed so hard her freckles disappeared and her skin blended with
her flaming red hair.  Mmm.  That was going to be fun to try to paint.

   "Okay.  Welcome to the fourth year of the Naked in School Program at
West High School.  Everyone in the school and your parents have all been
given the pamphlets explaining the program.  You sixteen are the first
group this year.  I expect you to set the tone for the year, help each
other, and help those that come after you."

   Tone?  I knew about color tones.  How could I set a tone?  Wait.  I'm
going to be getting naked in a minute.  My eyes drifted down to my hands
again.

   *** Luis ***

   Margie is in the Program?  Isn't this week going to be bad enough for me
without this?  What is Mama going to think?  Papa?  What are they going to
expect of me?  I knew they were beyond the typical Italian-Catholic crap
they were raised with, but this?  While they didn't come to the States
until they were teenagers, they had become fully American, even liberal in
their social attitudes.

   As the introductions came to Margie, I shut down.  No other way to say
it.  When she finished and gave me a little wink, I know she saw me doing a
great impersonation of a slack-mouthed, idiot-eyed jock.

   The near meltdown with the cute, redheaded Freshman - Ginny, yeah -
brought me back.  Dr.  C.  was saying something about expecting us to set
the tone.

   "I'm looking to the Seniors to be the leaders I know them to be and act
as mentors for you all.  Each person in this group has already shown
themselves to be outstanding in some dimension.  In your own way you are
already leaders and carry a lot of influence.  The rest of the school will
be watching how you behave this week."

   "What?  Scared shitless and embarressed?" Sherri blurted out.

   "Bare assed is more like it," quipped Rosalee.

   "Sherri," Dr.  C.'s voice pulled our attention back, "If you weren't
scared, I'd be worried.  Rosalee, how many times have you performed on
stage?"

   "Um, around a hundred, I guess."

   "Do you ever get nervous about it?"

   "Every time but once.  Butterflies about the size of 747's."

   "How do you deal with it?"

   "Turn it into the energy I give my audience through my playing.  The one
time I wasn't nervous was the worst performance I ever gave."

   "Nervous now?"

   "Better believe it!" We all laughed with her.

   "Getting ready for your biggest and longest performance to date?"

   "Besides Trailer Trash Queen?" We all laughed.  It was an act she'd been
using since I knew her.  "I'm still dressed!  But, yes."

   "Luis?" I was now in Dr.  C's gun sights.  "On the playing field you are
focused.  Nearly a machine.  Do you get nervous before a game?"

   "I'm already getting nervous about East and it's just Monday!"

   "Yet, we don't see that on the field.  Why?"

   "I have a ritual I go through in the training room when I'm getting
taped up for the game.  It takes about 30 minutes so I use the time to turn
all the nervous energy into focused energy.  Focused on winning the game."
He went through a few others.  Okay, I knew how to do it for football. 
Could I do that this week?  What was a win?  Making it through the week
alive?

   All of us must have been zoned and thinking because it took Dr.  C.  a
minute to get us to focus on him again.  Must have been a record.

   "Now, I have a request of the gentlemen." We all stood up a little
taller and focused on him.  He looked more serious than I have ever seen
him.  "The Program still has its dark side.  A very dark side because all
of society has not embraced its concepts.  As a result, there are still
cases in this and other schools of abuse - and worse." He let it sink in
for a minute and then pointedly look at me, Chris, Luke, and Paul.  "I
expect you gentlemen to provide as safe a space as possible for all the
Program participants this year.  I want you to help others understand that
no means no.  Maybe means no.  And what is reasonable when requests are
made.  The Program is about pushing limits, not about inviting abuse."

   He again looked each of us, this time all the males, in the eyes. 
Looked at each of us until we nodded.  "Good." As our commitment settled
in, I looked at the others.  It was easy to see the commitment in every
eye. We were bonded.  "Thank you, Gentlemen." Damn, he was good.

   "Two more things.  First, we will be doing the Partner version of the
Program.  Gentlemen, you are currently standing behind your partner for the
week."

   "Secondly, ladies..." He did the eye contact thing with each of them and
began talking to them.  I wasn't listening.  I tried to consider what being
partnered with Rebbecca would be like.  Yet, I kept thinking about how to
deal with my little sister being in the program at the same time as me. 
Hell, I was having trouble dealing with ME being in the program!

   *** Rebbecca ***

   "Partners" and "Time to strip." That's all I heard of that part of Dr.
Cavenaugh's speech at the end.  My muse left.  On automatic, I somehow
undressed except for my sneakers and socks and put my clothes in the box
with my name on it.  Cloaking myself in my artistry, I looked around and
observed the others move.  Undressing, hiding, exposing.  Here I had 15
nude models of almost every body type and for free!

   Luis, my partner for the week - got to get used to that, was massive. 
He didn't have chiseled sharpness, yet in a more primal way I knew he was
incredibly strong.  As large as he was, he was very graceful when he
removed his shirt and his pants.  His muscles moved in a well choreographed
dance that wasted no energy or motion.  Almost a ballet.

   I was glancing around catching a scene here and there.  The long sinuous
motions of the pitcher Chris.  Tom's dramatic flare, movements almost
larger than life.  Rosalee's bold confidence.  She was putting on a very
sensuous, no, very erotic show.  You could see the effect it was having on
Stan by the bulge in his shorts.

   I felt a change in Luis.  As his hands moved towards his waist to remove
the last of his clothing, his grace had disappeared.  I could see the
muscles in his arms, shoulders, chest, and torso begin to work against each
other.  The primal power he had just naturally exhibited was replaced with
doubt and uncertainty.  Certainly, he's not ashamed of how small he is, is
he?  WHOA!  Where did that come from!

   I suddenly thought about the Greek and Roman sculptors of long ago. 
They showed the average man, from what I had read, in size when flaccid. 
Not like many of the artists today.  Size seems to be everything to the
point the average male must feel inferior.  Was that why he was nervous?  I
promised myself not to react in a negative way.

   He was still fumbling with his waistband.  Moving to catch his eyes, he
looked up for the first time.  "It's okay, Luis, just look me in the eyes."
He looked at me with surprise.  I could feel him relax, his power was not
back, but his doubt was gone.  As he finished stripping, I kept eye contact
and smiled.

   He smiled back and turned to put his boxers in the box.  When he did, we
broke eye contact.  I couldn't help myself, I looked down.

   "OH!" That was it.  My mouth stopped working.  Like the rest of him, his
penis was massive as well.  It hung halfway to his knees and was still
flaccid.

   I heard a few gasps, a few "Oh My Gods!", and Rosalee's "WOW!  Mama
Want!" I forced myself to look up and found him turning very red.  I sought
his eyes.  The hurt in them caused my compassion to flow towards him.  He
hadn't chosen his size, yet by the end of the week that's probably how
people would remember him.  My heart went out to him.  I reached out and
touched his arm, feeling the massive muscles for the first time.  He was
trembling.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to draw attention to you."

   His eyes said thanks as he spoke.  "It's okay.  It was bound to be
noticed eventually." I couldn't help but giggle a bit.  That seemed to
relax him some.  Then he looked me over for the first time.  He scanned my
entire body slowly.  When his eyes met mine, he simply said, "You're
beautiful."

   Still looking at his eyes, I know he meant it.  I must have blushed to
my toes again.  I was getting a lot of practice today with that.  My
nipples hardened and I notice him glance down for a second.  A little smile
appeared on his face.  His gentleness back.

   "Okay, folks!" Dr.  Cavenaugh's voice came through our silent
communications.  "First period is about over.  Your teachers have all been
notified of your absence, no notes will be needed.  Any homework
assignments will be in your box at the end of the day.  Time to head to
your second period classes."

   "Luis, would you help me?" I don't know where that came from.  "Would
you walk me to my next class?"

   "Sure, partner!"

   With that, all 16 of us headed out into the hall.  It was empty, the
bell had not rung yet.  Maybe we can make it to my next class before... 
RING!

   *** Luis ***

   "Strip." Couldn't Dr.  C have found a gentler word?  I pulled Rebecca's
chair back for her, watched her stand.  Funny, as shy and introverted as
I'd always thought her to be, she didn't hesitate about starting to
disrobe. She wasn't stripping.  She was disrobing.

   I looked down to unbutton my cuffs and the focused on the buttons down
my chest.  By the time I was tugging my shirttails out of my pants, she was
nude.  She wasn't naked, she was nude.  It was almost as if she was cloaked
in something.  I've shucked my clothes many times in locker rooms, at the
swimming hole, and with girlfriends.  I've been watched many times.  She
was observing, studying.

   When I moved my hands to the elastic on my boxers, I felt clumsy. 
Afraid.  Actually ashamed of my size.  I was the envy of many men, yet my
size seemed to have scared every girlfriend I'd ever had away.  Suddenly, I
didn't want to scare Rebbecca.  I froze.

   I felt her eyes on my face, so I looked up and into her eyes.  "It's
okay, Luis.  Just look me in the eyes." I suddenly felt okay.  I slid my
boxers down, turned, bent, picked them up, and put them in the box.  The
turn was to hide myself from her.

   "Oh!" Then a massive intake of breath.  I guess I don't hide so easily.
I've scared another one.  I heard the others comment.  Rosalee's almost
made me laugh.  At least one volunteer, my libido noticed.  When I looked
back at Rebbecca, I expected to see fear, revulsion, anything but what I
found.  I saw tenderness, warmth, caring.  She touched my arm and
apologized.  I guess I shrugged my shoulders and let her know it was okay.
After all, how long could I hide this thing this week?

   I couldn't help it.  I had to check her out.  Yet, with the cloak she
was wearing, I found myself seeing and not leering.  I mean, I'm a healthy
teenage male.  Hormones and all that.  I'm pretty sure I'm not gay.  Here
in front of me is a nude woman.  Rosalee was naked.  Rebbecca was nude.

   Here's a girl I've seen around for years.  Barely have exchanged 10
words with her.  She obviously dressed to conceal.  She was Venus Di Milo
with arms and infinitely more perfect breasts.  Wonderful.  Spectacular. 
Magnificent.

   "You're beautiful!" Wow, Luis, you dumb son-of-a-bitch.  Could you not
come up with something better than that!  Yet, when I looked in her eyes, I
could see that she sincerely accepted what I had said.  She did turn an
interesting shade of red, though.

   I'm sure I was pretty red myself.  Blood being elsewhere in my body
would be the only reason that Junior had reared his ugly head.  Her next
words almost triggered a full fledged reaction, though.  "Luis, would you
help me?"

   Of course, my hormone ladened, teenage mind began to think "help her to
the floor or over the desk..." Praying that her next words had something to
do with an itch, I waited for her to continue.

   "Would you walk me to my next class?" That brought me back to the here
and now.  Plus, I began to shrink before anyone else noticed the
difference.

   "Sure, Partner!" I really do need to work on my lines.

   We all headed out into the empty hallway.  Rebbecca seemed fine until
the bell rang.  I could feel the meltdown starting so I reached out and
took her hand.  "It will be okay, I'm here."

   Chapter Three - Monday - The Fun Begins

   *** Rebbecca ***

   Luis took my hand, which I gladly allowed to happen.  The halls filled
with vultures and jackals sensing fresh kill.  I didn't realize so many
hands could touch the body at the same time.  My ass, my boobs, well - all
of me, was stroked, touched, poked, prodded, and squeezed.

   "OW!" Someone had turned one of my nipples almost all the way around. 
Luis's voice rang out, "Reasonable!" He didn't shout or scream, yet I'm
sure it was heard downtown.

   The touching didn't stop, but it became more gentle.  For the next 15
feet down the hall at least.  Then someone, from behind, tried to ram a
finger into my cunny.  Not only am I a virgin, I'm still intact.

   "Shit!" I screamed and almost doubled over from the pain as the finger
tried to ram through my dry lips and push through my hymen.  Luis's hand
left mine but was immediately replaced by his other hand.  While I was
trying to pull my eyes back into my head I heard a definite scream of pain
and Luis growl, "That was NOT reasonable." Then his arm was around my
shoulders and he whispered by my ear.  "Are you okay?"

   "I am now, thanks." Automatically, I moved closer to him.  Except for
the occasional pat on the butt, the touching stopped.  I felt very safe in
Luis's arms.  I could feel his energy and his power.  Even after the
unwanted touching and the pain, I found myself getting damp.  I thought
about what had happened.  I knew at some point, something is going past
where my hymen is.  I couldn't stop it.  Frankly, I didn't know that I
wanted to stop it.

   I looked up at Luis as we got to my class.  "Would you do me another
huge favor?"

   "If I can."

   "Would you meet me after class and walk me to my next one?  I'm just not
quite ready for all the touching yet." We were in third period together.

   "I'm right across the hall.  No problems."

   "Thank you." I smiled up at him as he released me and held the door.  I
wrapped my artistic cloak around me as I walked into AP English.  I'd
observed these folks for three weeks.  Now, let's see what the "change of
seasons" looked like!  Yet, a very core part of me was thinking about how
to solve my "problem."

   There were only ten people in this class.  I guess very few people
really wanted to study literature of the Victorian Era.  Eight of us girls
and two boys.  Yet, the class was always lively.  Mrs.  Richardson had
turned it into a seminar and did an excellent job of keeping it hopping and
on track.

   "Rebbecca, delightful to see you today!" Mrs.  Richardson had a kind
smile with a bit of laughter in her eyes.  "Do you need relief today?"

   I almost lost my cloak with that.  I'd forgotten about relief.  I was
allowed to relieve my "tensions" in the first five minutes of the class. 
In front of the class.  With someone helping if I wanted.  "No ma'am.  Not
today."

   Class started.  Except for the obvious but silent interest in my dress
and a few outright leers, not all of them from the boys, it was like a
normal class.

   The bell rang and I tried to hurry out into the hall to wait for Luis.
Mistake.  I found myself trapped in the doorway.  There was the usual
groping and fondling, even some actual requests.  I only wanted it to stop,
get all the way into the hallway.  Get to Luis.  I did keep my legs closed,
though.  Lesson learned.

   "Rebbecca, pose for us and open your legs." So much for protecting
myself.  Before I could move the crowd parted in front of me.  Luis was
walking straight towards me as if he were the only one in the hall and I
was his target.  My observer noticed how people just moved out of the way,
as if he had an invisible plow in front of him.  For the first time, I
noticed all the hands on him.  Four grabbing his penis at the same time
with room left over!

   "Yes, Rebbecca.  I'd love to see you pose." Luis said this very gently
while looking me in the eyes with a bit of a wink.  "Why don't we all give
her some space.  THAT was a reasonable request.  An uninvited finger
between her legs is NOT.  Nor are trying to twist her nipples off."

   At that, the crowd did move back and gave me room.  I weakly smiled
thanks to him, then I tried to become an art model and pose, opening my
legs and bending my knees a bit to give a better view.  I was waiting for
the next request when Luis spoke up again.  How he could talk with that
many hands stroking his cock - wait, did I just say that?

   "Thank you, Rebbecca.  Now, we need to get moving to make it to History
class."

   There were a few grumbles and a few thank yous.  He was smooth.  I was
so relieved that I didn't even mind that this huge mountain with a monster
of a hard cock was putting out his hand to walk me down the hall!

   The walk to our first shared class was easier.  There were requests and
a fair amount of uninvited fondling, yet it wasn't as bad as before and
didn't make me want to run away screaming.  I didn't like it, but it was
becoming easier to handle.  Or was it being with Luis?

   *** Luis ***

   Could that first walk down the hall been any weirder?  Rebbecca's near
meltdown when the bell rang, then all the poking and prodding.  No doubt
about it, more people have touched Junior so far today than in all my life!
I think HE likes the program.

   Then some asshole tried to twist Rebbecca's nipple off.  "Reasonable,"
is what I think I nearly growled.  It did get better for about 5 of my
steps.  Then some dickwad tired to shove his fingers into her pussy from
behind.

   I reacted to her scream of pain and almost doubling over.  I let go with
one hand, turned, steadied her with my left.  My right found the arm still
between her legs.  I wanted to feel his bones crushing, but settled for a
nice screeching yell instead.

   "That was NOT reasonable." Let the asshole try to explain that bruise. I
put my arm around her to check on her and asked if she was okay.  She moved
closer to me and let me know she was better.  The walk to class was much
quicker and easier.

   When I dropped her at her classroom door she asked me to meet her after
class and walk her to our shared class.  "No problems." Hey, Luis, you stud
- way to smooth talk a real beauty and damsel in distress!

   The walk across the hall did nothing for my hardon.  I thought a little
Freshman darling was going to join me for AP Physics!

   "Thank you." She grinned as she finally release me, turned and ran
giggling to her friends.  Must have been a dare, they were staring in
disbelief.

   "Anytime, sweetheart, anytime!" Oh, that made her day and her friends
drop their jaws to the ground.  Chuckling to myself I walked into class.

   "Well, I see we have a splendid example of defying gravity today,
class." Thanks, Mr, Thomas, that helped a lot!  Right!  "Luis, do you need
relief?" I thought about it then realized my only choice for assistance
(something I was going to use all week) would come from one of the five
other guys in class or the teacher.

   "Not today, Mr.  T." Looking around the room I realized I'd heightened
more than one inferior complex.  I took my seat and we went into an intense
discussion of gravity and its effects on star formation.

   Class ended too quickly.  This was my favorite subject and something I
wished to pursue all my life.  Then I remembered Rebbecca and a potential
meltdown.  I almost ran, but kept it to a walk as I heard a real,
reasonable request being made.  Ah, an opportunity to create a "safe space"
and make my thoughts known on the reasonable caveat.  Plus, it would give
me a chance to look at Rebbecca.  She was worth looking at.  Damn hot!  I
had to wonder why she had always hidden herself.

   I extracted her from her fans and walked with her to our history class.
We chatted about minor stuff.  I realized I liked holding her hand.  Small,
no tiny.  Yet, it fit just right in my paw.

   The walk seemed easier, although there seemed to be at least one hand on
my prick at all times.  Not just holding it either.  Some definite pressure
was beginning to build in my balls.

   When we got to the door, our hands parted naturally and comfortably.  It
felt, well, right.  I let her go first.  Yeah, part of me wanted to check
out her ass - it's gorgeous.  Mainly, my parents raised a gentleman.  This
was a large class.  Over 30 people and pretty evenly split between the
sexes.  A little more than half the class was very happy to see Rebbecca.
Over half the class was very happy to see me.  Must be some switch hitters
in this group!

   Ms.  Chin spoke from the front of the room.  "Ah, the Program starts. 
Do either of you need relief?"

   "No, not today," Rebbecca answered and headed towards her chair in the
back.  I think I was enough of a distraction that she managed to get their
unmolested.  Watching her perfect, swaying ass just made me harder.

   "Ah, yeah Ms.  Chin.  I could use some relief." You would have thought
cancer had been cured by the cheers and excitement.  Didn't look like there
would be a problem finding help for my problem!  After sitting my books
down at my desk, I walked to the front of the class.

   "Do you want assistance?" I felt like asking Ms.  C., 'is the Pope
Catholic?'

   "Please." Before Ms.  Chin could ask for volunteers there were around 18
hands in the air.  Needless to say, not all the girls raised their hands
and more than one boy had.  I got a weird feeling when I noticed that
Rebbecca hadn't raised her hand.

   "Who will it be?" She kept looking down at Junior.  Did I just see her
lick her lips?  Damn.

   "Let's use the lottery." This was something Dr.  C.  had started last
year in response to one of the more beautiful and slutty girls going
through the programs.  Every guy in every class volunteered.  The lottery
was a simple way to prevent riots.  I think I was the first guy to use it!
Ms.  C.  counted out the white marbles, less one, for the number of people
now in the line halfway around the class room.  Those plus a black marble
she put them all into an opaque jar.  The line moved forward selecting
their marble.  The fourth person in line screamed and held up a black
marble.  Fortunately for me, she was all girl.  The losers went back to
their seats while she headed straight for my cock with both hands.  She was
a very cute brunette with short hair, glasses, and a huge grin - lust
driven it would seem.  She couldn't have been 5' tall.  About a foot and a
half shorter than me.

   "Oh, goodie, goodie, goodie!  All mine!" She was bouncing and giggling
as she latched on to me with both hands.  Neither came close to getting
more than a little past halfway.  She went right to it, stroking firm,
hard, and just the right speed.  She's done this before!  I started
groaning with pleasure.  Damn, that felt good after all the teasing and
looking at Rebbecca.  If my eyes could have focused, I would have sought
her out as a visual aid.  Sweetie on my cock started stroking her thumbs
under my cock and pressing delightfully hard.  Damn.

   "Shoot on me, shoot all over me, give me your cum.  Mark me, oh god,
yes, shoot all over me." She was ignoring the offered towel.  She kept up
her requests, demands really, for me to shoot all over her while making
other interesting sounds.  For the next two minutes, she never missed a
beat.  Most girls stop, adjust, shift, rest - not her.

   "It...  Won't...  Be...  Long...  Ah, shit, here it comes..." I had to
shut my eyes and lean my head back.  This was intense.  All these people
watching.  This little darling wanting my cum all over her clothes and
face. Rebbecca nude and watching me.  I started a growl that came from my
toes, my balls felt like they pulled up into my throat.  My toes curled. 
The first spasm and shot felt more powerful than ever.  Driven on by the
sounds of joy and delight the girl jacking me off was moaning, hell,
screaming.  The first person in my life that had wanted to do this.  Was in
joy for doing it.  WOW!  I think I screamed with every spasm and there must
have been 5 or 6 big ones.  I couldn't even count the small ones.  I felt
like my entire being was being pumped out of my cock.  When it ended, the
sweet thing was gently fondling my cock and cooing.  I came back to Earth
and looked down.

   "Damn, I'm so sorry, I've covered you!  Oh, I'm so sorry!" It was
everywhere.  In her hair, all over her face, her clothes, arms, and hands.
Amazingly, I couldn't see any on the floor.

   "Don't be silly.  I'll proudly wear this load all day!  Thank you!" She
smiled and rubbed the strands into her clothes, occasionally licking her
fingers clean and savoring the taste.  "I'll do that any time you want, big
boy!"

   "WOW!  Well, thank you.  That was great." I was searching my mind for
her name.  Oh, yeah, "Susan, that was really wonderful.  The best."

   She positively beamed as she gave me one last, loving squeeze.  "Any
time, Luis."

   Unsteadily, I walked back to my seat.  Junior receiving some very
appreciative pats on the way.  I noticed that Rebbecca had this wide-eyed
stare going.  Part lust, part wonder, part - I couldn't place it.

   Chapter Four - Monday - Midday

   *** Rebbecca ***

   I was shaking inside.  I had just witnessed the most awesome - no,
hottest thing I had ever seen.  The observer was in overdrive trying to
commit all the details to memory.  It had been raw, direct, sex for sex's
sake.  Pure release.  Pure dominate male marking his harem.  The energy was
raw - primal.  Intense.  Overpowering.

   The moral me was in terror.  Watching this.  The whole lottery.  The
pleading to worship this massive cock.  Then the submission of this girl.
Her joy in being marked in a most humiliating way.  Subsuming her pleasure
for his release.  Becoming his property.  She seemed two feet shorter than
him.  At least 200 pounds lighter.  Her hands, together, couldn't reach
around Luis's penis.  That part of me was a bit angry.

   The deeper me was more sexually excited than I had ever been in my life.
I was going to leave a puddle when I stood up.  I was leaving a puddle
already!  Well, this week is about extending limits.

   "Mmm...  Ms.  Chin?"

   "Yes, Rebbecca?  Too late to ask for relief." I noticed that she was
flushed and had a couple of beads of sweat on her brow.  That's when the
smell of the room hit me.  It wasn't just me making a puddle!

   "Ahem, no, Ms.  Chin.  However, may I use the towel please?  I don't
want to leave a mess behind."

   She nodded her head and tossed me the one that she had offered Susan. 
With the titters and giggles there was more than one "after that, I need
one too!" As smoothly as I could, I spread the towel on my chair and sat
back down.  As the class calmed down and Ms.  Chin started a conversation
about the early 1900's in the US, I tried to process what I had just
experienced.  The artist was thrilled.  So much inspiration that it was
going to take days to process it all.  The moralist in me was horrified.  I
guess another word for the moralist in me is prude.  The sexual me, that I
was discovering today, was turned on and wanted relief.  Wanted to loose
the hymen and get a cock in me.  It hit me that I had been a little jealous
that Luis hadn't picked me as a partner.  Then I realized the prude hadn't
raised my hand.

   I had never kissed a guy before and I wanted to masturbate my Program
partner?  'Girl, you had better pick a more manageable one for your first
time!' Damn my muse, why was she in this discussion.  'Just helping your
art, dear.' What?  'Wait, you'll find out.' First time?  What?

   The rest of the class passed with me bouncing all around my head.  I did
know what I'd be drawing in art today!

   I took Luis's offered hand after class.  It just seemed natural.  I
didn't notice much or talk much as we walked to lunch together.

   "Rebbecca, do you want to sit together at lunch?  No one is supposed to
bother you during break.  Plus, I thought it would be good to talk about
the Program.  Maybe get some of the others to join us?" His first words
sounded like an invitation to a date.  I got my hopes up.  Talk about the
Program.  Others.  Dashed.  At least he wanted to include me.  Yet, I could
see the logic of what he was saying.

   "Sure.  Makes sense."

   We got our food and saw that Paul had already staked out a table and was
waving us over.  Ginny was there, looking down.  Stan and Rosalee were just
sitting down as we got there.  Paul waved Chris and Jane over, then sat. 
The school had three lunch periods, with this the primary one.  Not
surprising that there were eight of us there.

   "Wow.  So many hands, such little time!" Leave it to Rosalee.  I think
most of the guys agreed.  We all laughed, though.  Even Ginny, who wasn't
looking down any more.

   "I thought I was going to die," she said.  "But, Paul really helped me
out." I nodded agreement with her, having a partner really helped.

   "Luis?" He turned to me or should I say the mountain came to the little
girl?  Damn, that boy was big.  "What did you do to that guy?  You didn't
kill him did you?" That got everyone's attention.

   Looking around, Luis thought an explanation was in order.  "Some dickwad
tried to ram his hand into Rebbecca from behind.  She screamed.  I only
removed his arm."

   Paul broke in.  He wasn't a small guy by my standards before Luis.  "And
screamed!  He was mouthing off about going to the office and complain until
I told him I saw the whole thing I reminded him of the concepts of
reasonable and request." He had that smile guys get when they've done
something brilliant in their own minds.  "Made sure he heard me by grabbing
him by the bruise Luis gave him."

   "Well, you should have sent him my way!  Too many timid guys out there."
Was Rosalee really a slut or just playing her game?

   "I have to admit that the right person, at the right time, in the right
place I'd welcome someone taking my cherry.  But a stranger in the school
hallway while I was so freaked I was dry as a bone?" Was that me that just
said that?

   "You're a virgin?" Both Ginny and Rosalee asked at the same time.

   "Intact, too.  At least, I think I still am."

   "The bastard.  I'm going to kill him." Luis's growl was quiet.  Yet, it
sent shivers down my spine.  "Paul, who was it?"

   "NO!" I was scared and horrified.  "Leave him alone, please?  I couldn't
handle you guys hurting him again." I was shaking.  I never been around raw
anger before.

   Ginny reached out to me and took my hand.  "It's okay, Rebbecca.  The
guys just need to release the energy.  They want to protect us.  Which is
good.  They are reacting right now, they'll think it through before they do
anything.  For some reason, I trust these guys.  I need to."

   "Rebbecca, don't worry about it." Chris looked at me.  "Luis is not
dumb. Look, he's good on the field because he can control his emotions. 
He's reacting right now, he'll calm down.  If he does anything, he'll have
a plan and he'll have thought out the consequences.  Now, if some bozo with
a bruise on his arm about the size of Luis's hand does something like that
around me this week, all bets are off!" He winked at me.

   Everyone started talking, speculating about who it was and what should
happen.  I looked at Luis while he was engaged in a lively conversation
with Paul and Chris.  I noticed his eyes for the first time, dark and deep.
I guess with his size, very few people took the time to study his eyes.  I
watched as they went through various emotions.  Yet, you could tell he was
in deep thought the whole time.  This massive hulk of a person was a deep
thinker.  Imagine.  So much for jock stereotypes!  I could also see his
heart in his eyes.  Compassion, a love of life, humor.  No, mirth.  When he
laughed, it was from his soul.

   Susan walked up.  Sorry, strutted.  My partner's release was dried in
her hair and in strips across her face.  Her clothes were stained with it.

   "Thank you Luis, you made me very happy." And she floated away.

   *** Luis ***

   Suddenly every eye at the table is on me.  Even Ginny looking at me in a
bit of awe.  Damn.  Everyone was looking at me with questions in their
eyes. Wait, this is High School.  The whole lunch room, hell - the whole
school knew about it now.  Except for the others at the table.  Well,
Rebbecca knew about it.  That just made it tougher for me to talk about it.

   "Okay.  I assume you want to here the story?" Everyone nodded and leaned
into me.  "For some reason, Junior..."

   "Who?" Jane asked, perplexed.

   "Junior.  My cock."

   "Oh." She turned an interesting shade of red.

   "Small name for such a wonderfully big thing," chuckled Rosalee.  I'm
sure there were a few more red faces at the table, including mine.

   "Well, Junior has been getting a lot of attention all morning.  With the
Program, I figured I have a chance to gain some diversity in experience, if
you know what I mean." All the guys were nodding their heads.  "Well, by
last period, I needed relief.  Badly.  When I said I wanted assistance,
there were too many hands, so I chose the Lottery."

   "You didn't choose your partner?" Jane, Chris, and Ginny all asked at
the same time.

   "Ahem, she didn't raise her hand." Everyone looked at Rebbecca like she
was nuts or something.

   "Hey, I'm still getting used to all this." Rosalee gave Rebbecca a look
that said she though her a fool.  Ginny and Jane seemed to understand, kind
of.  As they turned back to me, Rebbecca quiet enough that only I heard it,
"I was too damn slow."

   "Go on, what happened?  Why is Ms.  Prim and Proper wearing your cum
like a badge of honor?" Thanks, Chris.  I wanted to get Ginny to continue,
she had left off at a key place, I thought.  Everybody was looking at me
expectantly, though, even Ginny.

   "Like I said, I chose the Lottery..."

   "Someone, in class, said that he was the first guy to chose it." Thanks,
Rebbecca - go back to being shy!  Damn, I didn't mean that.  Not at all.  I
was beginning to like this Rebbecca, a lot.

   "Well, there was a line halfway around the classroom, including some
guys." I paused for a minute, maybe an hour, hoping for the bell.  I looked
down and said, "this morning, my greatest fear was scaring everyone with my
cock.  With the girls I've dated, the reaction I've gotten was fear when it
got to that point.  Being left excited while they ran away is no way to
have a relationship.  In the locker room, it's the jokes and envy." It
flashed on me what had happened that morning, "I was beginning to freak
when it came time to drop drawers.  Then," I took Rebbecca's hand, "this
sweet lady told me it was okay and to stay focused on her eyes.  Becca,
thanks.  What did you think was happening?"

   She turned a nice shade of red, yet held my eyes.  Nice eyes.  She gave
my hand a hard squeeze.  "I was thinking you were worried because you might
feel inadequate about your size.  Hmm, Junior as you call him."

   "That explains your gasp!  Yet, you didn't pull away.  Thanks." I
squeezed her hand back.

   "Oh, get a room, you guys!" Leave it to Rosalee.  "Luis, get back to the
story, lunch is about to end.  So, you did the Lottery?  Cool.  I've used
it each period so far!  Never know what's going to happen."

   "Well, like I said, I didn't think I'd get many takers.  So when I did,
that's the path I took.  Well, the fourth girl in line won, Susan - I can't
remember her last name!  She came straight at me, latched on with both
hands, and went to town." I slowed down at that moment, remembering and
reliving the handjob was causing Junior to take notice.

   Rebbecca noticed the pause and added, "What a contrast.  Here's
Man-Mountain and a very petite girl.  She looked 2 feet shorter and 200
pounds lighter than Luis.  With both hands she couldn't reach all the way
around...  Junior.  Yet, she seemed...  committed."

   "Then she started telling me how she wanted me to mark her, claim her. I
was freaking a bit on that until she did something with her thumbs and I
lost it.  Hardest I think I've ever cum."

   Rebecca's eyes glazed as she took over, "Luis closed his eyes, reared
his head back, and this animal noise came out.  It shook the whole room. 
Susan was nearly knocked backwards on his first blast.  Hit her right in
the forehead.  Then it seemed she was using him to paint her face and
clothes.  It was the most intense thing I've ever seen."

   I watched Rebbecca flush, she was panting!  Junior was definitely taking
notice.  "When I recovered, I tried to apologize.  Damn, she was covered.
Drenched.  Yet, she looked and acted like she had just won Miss America and
a Noble Prize at the same time."

   Junior wanted, no demanded, a repeat performance.  A thousand questions
started when the bell rang.  Ah, on to English.  On to relief!

   Chapter Five - Monday - Changes

   *** Rebbecca ***

   What is happening to me?  Luis is walking me from the lunch room. 
Obviously, the retelling of the Susan Story excited him.  Junior was
leading the way down the hall.  Here I am with this lake between my legs.
Every step and my boobs bounced, every bounce sent this really nice shock
down and made the lake bigger.

   Hey, I focus on my art, on my writing.  Yeah, I rub my cunny every now
and then to help me go to sleep.  This is different.  Every request just
made things more intense.  I welcomed the stares, the touches, the
caresses. We made it to my Trig classroom before anyone challenged
Man-Mountain's presence to touch my cunny.  Damn.

   As I disengaged from Luis and entered class, my Muse let me know I
should have drug him in with me.

   "Miss Davis, do you need relief?" My Trig teacher asked.

   "Yes, please." Who said that?

   "Would you like assistance?" Well, here I am having committed to having
an orgasm in front of the class.  Did I want someone to help me?  HELL NO.
Maybe I could fake one real quick and get it over with.

   "Yes, but he just went to his class." Who is talking?  I managed to get
my books down and sat in the chair at the front of the room.  My observer
noted the towel.  Thank goodness.  My hand was spreading my juices all over
my out lips before I realized I was in front of the class.  My other was
pinching and pulling on my nipples.  My outer lips spread as I opened my
legs to the class.  I started stroking my inner lips and opening them all
the while my thumb had found my clit and was running it hard.

   My eyes could not stay focused.  What was left of my mind blanked out
the class.  Instead I saw Susan stroking Junior.  No, I was stroking him.
No, Junior was pushing into me, Luis was hovering over me.  It felt gentle
but so raw.

   My universe exploded.  I died.  The Muse was celebrating, opening
champagne - seems each cork caused another massive spasm.  She was setting
off fireworks, which is all I could see.  A thousand people were cheering.

   The observer noted people with towels cleaning up a big spill.  Hands
and arms helping me to my seat.  Then the bell rang.

   Somehow, I got into the hall.  Luis was there.  I did my best to snuggle
in as we walked.  A millisecond later, he was dropping me at the entrance
to the Boys Locker Room.  I think I said something about PE.  I think he
said yep, here you go, you have to use the Boys.

   Well, that was easy.  Just walk on through into the Gym.

   We had a volleyball game that day.  I didn't even notice I was nude
until I started coming down from my release earlier.  My boobs bouncing
everywhere.  As I became more aware I noticed that most of the shots were
coming my way.  Amazing how having a naked target improves people's aim. 
My muse let me know that every time my feet hit the ground after a jump I
was landing in a better place.

   TWEET.  Game over.  I started to follow the other girls into the locker
room when one of my classmates pointed to the Boys door.  Thanking her, I
gladly headed that way.  My cunny telling me I wanted to feel the fireworks
again - NOW!

   I walked into the Boys Locker Room and straight to the showers.  The
warm water washing over my body felt wonderful.  Sadly, I had to soap
myself up and only had a few requests for poses.  Damn, where are the
touches!  WHAT!  Oh shit.  I'm turning into a slut.  Somehow I got out of
the shower without being touched.  I found a towel, dried, put on my shoes,
and walked out the door.

   Luis was standing right there.  I started crying.  What is happening to
ME!?!

   "You're doing fine," I thought I heard my Muse say.

   *** Luis ***

   As I walked Rebbecca to her next class after lunch, Junior proudly led
the way.  Hey, the telling of the Susan story, looking at four beautiful
naked girls, and walking with Rebbecca - would he want to do anything less?
I tried to talk to Rebbecca, but the constant invasion of hands and fingers
left me trying to keep from making a large puddle on the floor.  That along
with the reasonable requests of both of us, I barely got her to her Trig
class.  Then I had twins doing their best as I crossed the hall to my
English class.  God, four hands moving as if connected to one person.  Oh,
Lord, let this week come to an end!

   Here I was worried about Junior scaring people.  Well, as I walked into
English class I learned.  The Lottery Queue was already halfway around the
classroom awaiting my arrival.

   "Mr.  Contadino.  I assume you want relief.  If not, then you deal with
them." Ms.  Richard said this while sweeping her hand around the room
indicating the queue.  She had an interesting smirk on her face.

   "Well..." I let my words hang as the class went dead silent.  "Sounds
like a good idea."

   She couldn't help but laugh.  "Let me guess.  You don't want
assistance?"

   "Hadn't really thought about it." I shrugged my shoulders.  Yet, I
couldn't help the grin on my face as we played this game with the class. 
Talk about some anxious and antsy people in that room!

   "Well, your options are self relief," GROAN, "you can pick a volunteer,"
hands everywhere, "or choose the Lottery." Cheers.

   "Hmm.  Let me think." I started slowly stroking Junior.  Wow!  Seems
every eye in the place was tracking the movement of my hand.  "Oh, let's go
with..." How long could I pause?  "The Lot-" The singular shout of fifteen
plus happy campers cut me off as the line moved forward to pick out a
marble.  Groans and disappointed looks accompanied every white marble
pulled.  It didn't stop the losers from walking by and fondling Junior.  He
enjoyed it.  The fourteenth girl through the line got the black marble. 
Okay, the scientist in me was tracking the numbers.  I really didn't know
her.  She sat in the back of the class and rarely participated.  She was
large framed with really comfortable looking padding.  Someone I wouldn't
snap like a twig.

   As she approached, the class started chanting: "Shashana, Shashana..."
With the grace of Nubian royalty, she approached me.  Her coal black skin
already glistening with moisture from excitement.

   "Hi, Luis!  I have a reasonable request.  I'm giving you a blow job."

   "Ah, yeah, sure." There goes that Contadino wit and smooth manner again!
She gracefully doubled the offered towel, placed it on the ground in front
of me, and knelt with the comportment of a queen.  Her hands went behind me
and cupped my ass cheeks.  Slowly, her mouth approached Junior's business
end.  Her tongue came out, wrapping around him like a serpent as her head
continued forward.  Her lips surrounded me and her tongue went wild laving
every bit of me in her mouth and still to enter!  Without changing her
Regal pace, she took me to the root.  Her eyes were locked on mine while I
tried to cope with this whole new feeling of a throat massaging the head of
my cock.  God, I must have been in her stomach!

   She stayed all the way down for a few seconds then moved off of me at
the same speed as she went down.  Stopping at the crown, her tongue
continued it's magic.  A couple of seconds, and slowly down again.

   "Oh, Shit!  That's wonderful, Shashana!  Oh, God!" There was no pause,
no barrier when I entered her throat.  Hell, she got me all the way in her
mouth.  This was new for me!  The next time down, that magical tongue
managed to lick my balls!  I'm sure some sound came out of my mouth.  What
is was, you'd better ask others.  I was a bit distracted.  My first deep
throat.  DAMN!  And, she licked my balls while I was buried in her mouth!

   She sped up slowly on each intake.  I had to put my hands on her head
just to steady myself.  I'd love to have a video with sound of this.  That
way I'd know what sounds were coming out of me!

   God, she could tease.  Almost enough, not quite enough with her throat
and tongue and the speed.  Then, she stopped on one withdrawal.  I was
ready to climb a wall, promise undying devotion, anything!  Without
warning, she seized my ass hard and slammed all the way down on me.  Her
throat and tongue going into overdrive.  And she started humming!  FUCK!

   I tried to warn her.  Nothing came out of my mouth except some growls
and wails.  My balls pulled up.  Every muscle in my body contracted.  My
vision went black, with stars.  I could feel the ropes pumping through my
prostrate and into my shaft.  I know I was thrusting uncontrollably, even
though I was buried in her mouth and throat.

   As I finished and turned into complete jelly, Shashana stood and wrapped
me in a huge hug.  I babbled and shook as she held and snuggled me.  When
my mind returned from it's journey around the galaxy, I looked down and met
her eyes.  My mouth wasn't working yet, but she could see the thanks in my
eyes and beamed.  I kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips.  As
I tasted myself, she tried to pull away.  I hugged her and managed a
whispered "thank you" just for her.

   The class was applauding, even Ms.  Richards.  She had a glazed look in
her eyes and the front of her dress was wrinkled as if she'd been rubbing
between her legs.  Vigorously.

   I escorted Shashana to her seat, thankful for the support as my leg
functions returned.  Another thanks.  I found my own seat and a very
flustered teacher began class.  I have no idea what was said or happened in
that class.  Note to self, get someone's notes.

   The bell rang and I managed to find the hall and Becca.  No holding
hands, we snuggled to each other as I walked her to her PE class at the
gym. When I stopped at the Boys Locker Room door she had a confused look.

   "PE," I said.

   "Yeah?"

   "You have to use the Boy's..."

   "Oh.  Yeah..." I was bent down so I could hear her.  Before I could
stand, her lips brushed my cheek with a quick kiss.  It left a trail of
fire and tingles.  WHAT!?!  I had just received the BJ of a lifetime and a
slight peck on the cheek was igniting my being and soul?

   She scooted and I headed for my last class of the day, Political
Science. Since it was on the other side of the school, I was hustling. 
Note to self, when moving with speed and determination, not many hands
found Junior.

   Most people take Current Events or other such courses.  Not me. 
Advanced Placement Political Science.  The interest came naturally to me.
My parents had taken Margie and I traveling every summer for as long as I
can remember.  Different continents, countries, and cultures.  The way the
world related to itself was a constant topic of conversation at dinner in
our house.  How do the different cultures within a country manifest itself
in that society's identity in the world.  I loved the class because it
helped me gain a deeper view, plus I planned on pursuing Poly Sci in
college, at least as a minor.

   With Junior temporarily happy, I managed to get to my seat as if it were
a normal school day.  That's when it hit me, for everyone not in the
program it was a normal day.  Except when a program participant was near.
For the next four plus days, the attention would be normal for me.  After
this week, my view of others in the program would be way different.  I was
no longer a visitor to Rome.  This week I became a Roman citizen.  Which
means the way I act is how the visitors to Rome will judge Romans.  "When
in Rome..." Damn.

   As soon as first bell rang, I hoofed it back to the Gym.  As soon as
Becca latched on, she started crying.

   "What's the matter, Becca?" She was working up to sobbing and people
were leaving us alone.  I had taken her book bag and art bag to free her
hands.  That's when I realized she was no small girl, she was strong to
carry all that weight all day long.

   "I'm so confused, Luis." The sobbing was calming, the tears had not
slowed.

   "Do you want to talk?"

   "Not right now.  I need to get to art.  I need that time to think and
sort it all out.  It's a safe place for me."

   I wrapped her in, close to my side.  Hiding her as best I could as we
headed to the Art Department.  Girls appeared to respect my need to focus
on Becca and the guys weren't about to try to get through my human shield.
Pax Romanus ruled.  At the door to a large art studio, she turned and
attempted to get her arms around me.  She made it a little over half way.

   "Luis.  It's not you.  It's me.  I'm confused and just need to think. 
Can we talk later?" Her tears had stopped.  She didn't seem scared, just
pensive.

   "I finish with football at 6."

   "I stay here working on art projects and ride home with Jason.  Why
don't you guys meet me here, okay?"

   "Ah, sure." More brilliant wit, wake up you asshole!  You're hugging a
beautiful, naked girl.  One who wants to be in your arms at the moment.

   She whispered thanks and I walked her into her class.  I wanted to get a
look at some of her work.  Just curious, I kept telling myself.

   Chapter Six - Monday - They Call it Art

   *** Rebbecca ***

   What was wrong with me?  I wanted to go into hiding, being my normal
self.  Safe from the world.  I wanted to be touched and fondled more.  I
wanted the feeling again, it was wonderful.  I'd been a willing and ready
participant into the group conversation at lunch about sex!  And, I
desperately wanted to hide in my art.  I realized I was still mad at Jason
for this morning.  I wanted to be wrapped in Luis's arms and feel his heart
and, yes, his hard-on.  I wanted to touch it, stroke it, put it in my
mouth, maybe in my cunny.  I was scared that he didn't want me and
petrified that I was going to do something wrong.  Now, he was coming in
the studio with me.

   "Ah, Rebbecca!  In the program I see."

   "Hmm, yes Ms.  Rotella.  This is Luis, my partner for the week."
Francesca Rotella had been a major gift to the school and me.  A noted
sculptor with an international reputation, she had moved to the area and
volunteered to teach an advanced art course.  She took at most 10 students
a year.  I'd been with her for 3 years.

   "So good to meet you, Luis, Francesca Rotella." She used the very
Italian pronunciation of his name and shook his hand as she appraised him.
It was nothing sexual or raw, just the way an artist takes apart a subject.

   "Luis Contadino, ma'am." The other students were filtering in.

   "Ah, paisan!" They shifted into Italian for a minute.  "You're parents
are from the South, no?"

   "A little town in the south, Rotondella.  They came over as teens."

   "Bene!  I'm from just outside of Napoli, we're almost neighbors." She
studied both Luis and me.  "Would you pose for us, Luis?" Damn, I'd like
that!

   "I'd love to, Ms.  Rotella.  This is normally a free period for me, but
we've got East High this Friday and I need to spend time in the weight
room."

   "Please, Luis, call me Francesca.  Let me ask you this, are you getting
nervous about the game?"

   "Yes ma'am.  Always before a big game."

   "An hour today through Thursday that you can use to relax, not think
about the game, would that help you?"

   "I practice meditation everyday already."

   "You'd be surprised how much of a workout you will get just holding
still."

   "Okay, I'll do it, but only through Wednesday." Wow!  I as doing flips
inside.  Finally a chance to study him.

   "Deal.  Rebbecca, you will be posing with him."

   "What?" Yeah, WHAT!

   "You are in the Program.  I'm a teacher, right?"

   "Yes ma'am." Shit.  She didn't have to ask.  I had to comply with
requests from teachers.

   "I'd rather you do it willingly, though."

   "Okay." Wait, who said that?  Not me!  Nine other people were looking at
us now.  Suddenly, I realized I wanted to pose with Luis.

   Ms.  Rotella had Luis fetch a divan from the storage area and place it
on the posing stage.  He made lifting and carrying the piece of furniture
look so easy and effortless.  It was interesting watching his muscles shift
was he worked different sets.  The divan only had half a back and one arm.
She draped it with silk sheets and adjusted the modeling lights.

   "Okay, class.  We have a change of plans for the week.  Today through
Wednesday, we'll have two live models.  For Thursday, just one.  Friday
will be an optional day so we can all get ready to support our male model
this week when he beats East.  This is Luis Contadino, defensive lineman
and co-captain of our West Warriors.  You all know Rebbecca, she'll be our
female model.  Any medium, we'll be doing 15-20 minute poses." Wow, she
knew a lot about Luis.  More than I did.

   "Francesca, you follow football?" Luis asked.

   "I prefer Italian football, soccer.  But, I've found I enjoy high school
and college football.  And, yes, I'm a big support of the Warriors." With
that she directed us onto the stage.  She had me lay on my back with my
hair draped over the back of the arm of the divan.  My inside leg, my
right, bent at the knee and my hips twisted out slightly to show my pubic
hair to the room.  My left leg was straight.  My left arm casually dropped
to the floor.

   She positioned Luis so Junior was hidden by the back of the divan. 
Damn. Oops.  I didn't think that!  She had him bend at the waist, just
enough to show his massive shoulders.  His left hand was inside my head on
the arm and his right on the outside back of the divan.  She had him turn
his head so he was looking down into my eyes.  As soon as our eyes met, the
rest of the world disappeared.

   Just then, Ms.  Rotella pulled my inside arm up and put it on his arm
just at his shoulder.  Damn.  Does cunny juice stain silk?  We are about to
find out.

   Luis and I began a conversation with no words.  There was openness that
comes from looking at another person's soul.  At the same time, my nipples
were crinkled so hard they almost hurt.  I knew that if he just licked one,
I'd cum.  And cum.  Yet, I felt safe.  Comfortable.  Perfect.

   We were swimming in our own universe.  At the same time, I found it very
stimulating.  I was building an orgasm that was going to be intense, yet
all we were doing is looking each other in the eyes.  What was going on
with me?  Yet, I continued to swim in his eyes, soul, and the energy around
him.

   "Okay, time to shift positions.  Why don't you get up and stretch a bit
first." As soon as Ms.  Rotella finished, I reached up and put both my
hands behind Luis's neck, pulled myself up, and gave him a kiss.  Just
lips. Then his hand went behind me and he kissed back.  OMG.  Did we kiss!
Our tongues were doing this wonderful slow dance.  A waltz, I think.

   "Oh, you two are lovers?"

   "Ah, mmm, we just really met this morning." I managed to say.

   "Not yet." Oh, Luis!  Yes!

   "Ah, you two are lovers.  You just haven't had enough time!  I saw it in
the pose and definitely in the kiss at the end.  Now take a break so we can
get you in the next pose." I hadn't broken eye contact with Luis through
the kiss and the conversation.  I could see mirrored in his eyes my
feelings.  Fire, passion, fear, doubt, fire - did I mention that?

   *** Luis ***

   What the hell was going on?  Here I am on a Monday afternoon posing nude
in an art class and finding myself engaged in the most intense, passionate,
loving, caring kiss of my life.  The Program is supposed to be about
becoming comfortable with ourselves and our sexuality and helping others do
the same.  Yet, if this is what kissing Becca is like, I'll die if we ever
make love!

   Rewind.  Hit play.  Make love?  No.  I fuck.  I think I want love, like
what my parents have.  But the few girls that have let me go all the way it
was fucking.  And this kiss, in front of the art class was better than all
those.  Way better.  Just a kiss better than a fuck!  Wow!  It was Duane
Allman and Eric Clapton jamming and together hitting the perfect note.  It
was a cannon blast for the "1812 Overture" that blew out windows miles
away. It was scarier than facing East's offensive line in the nude.

   Yet, our eyes stayed connected.  I wanted to know the stories in her
head, now that I had connected with her lips and her soul.

   "Either you two need to finish what you've started in private,"
Francesca interrupted us, "or get up, stretch, take a break.  I'd suggest
you walk around and see what the class has been up to.  We'll do only one
more pose before class ends.  You held that one so well, I let it go on. 
For that, I thank both of you."

   We broke eye contact and separated, reluctantly, and walked around the
class to see how the others saw us.  Since this was an advanced class, all
the artists were good.  Damn good.  My size and strength as compared to
Becca's smoothness and grace.  Yet everyone captured the energy in the eye
contact.  Most had managed to do quick sketches of the kiss at the end.

   I was looking at one of them when the girl said, "Would you like a
finished version of this?"

   "Most definitely!  Thank you.  I'm Luis."

   "Kathy.  Thanks for posing for us.  You and Rebbecca are really into
each other." Thank god these were sketches or she'd be puzzling how to
match the red in my face after that!  "I'll have it for you by tomorrow."

   "Thanks!" That's when Francesca called us back up.

   She had me lay on my back on the divan, my right foot flat on the floor,
my left leg pulled up, and my hips twisted slight towards the class. 
Junior was only semi-hard until he noticed the class looking at him. 
Damned exhibitionist!  She had me rest my head back on the arm and look up.
A bit later, Becca was seated on the back with her right leg along the top,
her other foot on the floor I guess.  She twisted at the waist and looked
down.  We locked eyes again.  Francesca directed us to hold hands.

   Junior stayed at attention the entire pose.  Our eyes stayed locked the
whole time.  I could see out of the corner of my eyes that her nipples were
quite erect and they stayed that way.  Who knows how long it was.  We
didn't care.  Our souls talked through our eyes.  I could see questions,
awe, excitement, fear, care, and interest.  I'm sure she saw the same in
mine.

   "Thank you, both," Francesca said as we broke the pose.  "Do you both
need relief?" I think we said yes at the same time.  I looked at her and
saw her nod to my unasked question.  I picked her up off the back of the
divan, stood, placed her gently on the main seat, both feet on the floor.
"You first, my lady."

   I bent and kissed her.  While our tongues found each other and her hands
went to the back of my head, I slowly sank to my knees.  I felt her breast
for the first time.  God, they felt good in my hands.  Just right in my
massive paws.  Her nipples were hard to start with but managed to get
harder as she moaned into my mouth.  It felt as though I was squeezing it
slowly out of her and into me.

   Reluctantly, I ended the kiss.  With a little smile to her I bent and
took one nipple in my mouth.  While I suckled that one, I rolled the other
between my fingers, gently.  More moans and gasps escaped her between the
building pants.  My free hand slowly slide down her side, tracing gently to
her bellybutton and lightly circling it.  "Oh god, that feels so good!" She
was growling more than moaning now.

   I switched breasts with my mouth, the bellybutton hand now keeping her
very wet nipple happy.  My new free hand traveled down her other side to
her bellybutton.  I opened my eyes and noticed the flush to her chest and
the little beads of sweat.  I looked up into her eyes.  At first I saw they
were almost feral with lust, then shifted to something deeper when we
connected.

   I moved off her nipple and gave light kisses and licks all through her
cleavage.  Then started south, keeping eye contact as best I could around
those magnificent globes.  Her eyes got really wide.  I think she had
figured out that I was just going to finger her.  When I got to her
bellybutton and plunged my tongue in, she growled and her head snapped
back. I worshiped her navel for a minute before continuing my journey
south.

   By the time I got to her pubic hair, her legs were already splayed wide.
Her thighs covered with her juices.  Damn, had she already had an orgasm?
Well, didn't matter.  I was going to give her a proper one.  I stopped
teasing - relief time was short - and dove in.  My first contact in this
new world was that delicious skin between the labia and the anus.  Her
taste was...  it was...  her.  Unique and wonderful!  Her outer labia were
already swollen and open.  I licked, kissed, and lightly nibbled up each
one.  Then started again at the bottom, working my tongue between the inner
and outer lips, savoring each moment.  She was squirming, panting, her
hands were on my head trying to pull me into her.  My first time into her
vagina she started babbling incoherently.  She tasted sweet, beyond my
dreams.  Just enough of the taste every girl has but a huge overlay that
was uniquely her.  Her juices were flowing freely, giving me lots of
chances to taste and feast.  The first time over her clit I could tell she
was right there So, I sucked it into my mouth and my tongue did a mad dance
on the tip.

   I've had offensive linemen not hit me as hard as her legs when they
snapped closed on my head.  I rode her with my mouth as she shot off the
seat and her feet came off the floor.  She was convulsing big time.  Even
with my flesh ear protectors I could hear the wail!  Then she squirted.

   I've heard about female ejaculation.  Even seen some porn featuring it,
allegedly.  Never experienced it or completely believed it until now.  I
drank as much as I could.  Slightly acidic at first, then more or less
neutral.  Yet, a slight flavoring of her.  Nectar!  Her plentiful vaginal
juices more than aiding!  Sorry Grandmama, but she tastes better than your
Christmas sweets, even your Peta!  She was still cumming, I was still
latched on to her clit.  Whether it was one long one, the next one, or ten
down the road, I didn't know.  Just as I was making a note-to-self about
bringing a snorkel next time so I could breathe, she collapsed.  Melted
would be a better description.  Her bones had simply vanished.

   I had my hands under her ass.  Delightful, I assure you.  So I helped
her settle gently into the divan.  I could finally hear her again.  Yes,
she was breathing.  Ragged, but it was breath.  The quiet in the room
concerned me at first until I heard the sounds of scratching on paper.  It
seemed as fast and furious as Becca's orgasm!  I also heard the
unmistakable sound of a digital camera shutter in high-speed capture mode.

   I came up, staying on my knees, and lightly kissed her stomach and
stroked her sides.  Eventually, this wobbly head appeared in my vision. 
The eyes had trouble focusing.  Her mouth tried to form the word 'wow', I
think.  I gently gathered her in my arms, pulling her into my lap while I
sat on the floor.  I showered her hair with a thousand little kisses and
gently stroked her.

   Slowly she came back to the world.  She tried to talk a few times before
the words finally formed and her voice returned.  "Thank you, Luis.  Oh
God, thank you.  Shit.  Wow!"

   I continued to hold her.  Eventually, she looked up at me.  "Luis, I...
I...  I really...  I want to..."

   "Becca, listen." Her eyes focused on me.  "I'm fine.  Don't worry.  What
just happened pleasured me too.  There's no rush, you and I have all the
time in the world.  You just enjoy right now."

   She looked at me, her eyes filled with understanding and yet demanding.
"Ask for assistance.  But, aim here." She waved over her face, boobs, and
stomach.  "Luis, I can't move - thank you for that." She winked and smiled.
"But, I want to feel like Susan.  Now." I tried to tell her I was okay, but
before I could find my voice, she found hers.  "Luis needs relief and I
can't do it right now.  Are there any volunteers..."

   There was no need to say more.  Hands lifted Becca to the divan and laid
her out.  Then helped me off the floor standing in front of her.  Too many
hands to count grabbed Junior.  I locked eyes with Becca.  It took less
than ten strokes and I was jetting.  The anonymous hands aimed my cum.  I
was standing outside of myself watching Junior as he jetted 4, 5, 6 massive
ropes of cum onto Becca.  Then my orgasm slowed and the hands moved me
closer so I was dribbling my spend onto her stomach.  She was painted from
her pubic hair to the top of her head.  My knees began to buckle.  Becca's
eyes never left mine.  Hers were glowing.  The hands helped me down on the
divan to snuggle up to Becca.

   All I could do was say thanks with my eyes and give her a little kiss.
My strength slowly returned and I glanced at the clock on the wall.  Shit,
only 10 minutes to the team meeting.

   "I've got to get moving.  I've only got 10 minutes to the team meeting."

   "I know.  I'll be here when you're done.  We can talk then you can give
me a ride home.  Okay?"

   "Sure." I gave her a quick kiss and managed to walk out of the art
studio.

   On automatic, I made my way to the team meeting room.

   "I've got to clear my head.  Focus on football.  Focus on East." I told
myself as I walked rapidly.  "I need a nap after that!  Damn!" Just then,
the B.  B.  King, Eric Clapton song "Riding with the King" came to mind. 
Humming it, I shifted gears and made the meeting just in time.

   "Well, good of you to join us, Luis." Ah, Coach McFarland.  Extreme task
master.  Perfectionist in all things.  Great coach.  Perfect in my mind. 
"You'll be happy to know that the Program now allows the regular football
uniform for contact practices and the game.  You are currently dressed for
all other occasions."

   His pronouncement was met with the usual round of locker room humor.  In
my opinion, best left there and quietly washed down the drain.  Lots of
industrial strength cleaner required.  Testosterone and manners don't seem
to mix in a locker room.  Something more primal occurs.  And is going to
stay there.

   Coach got the melee under control again.  "There are conditions, though.
First, for practice you can dress no earlier than 15 minutes before the
start.  For the game, 30 minutes.  You have to disrobe immediately after
both practice and the game.  Oh, you have to dress and undress in public.
For games, standing in the middle of the 50 yard line."

   Shit.  I hadn't even thought about that aspect of the program.  I'd been
so wrapped up in the rest of it.  For practices, it takes 15 minutes to
tape.  For games, it's over 30 minutes.  Now, I'd have to tape, carry my
uniform out, and put it on midfield.  "Ah, Coach?"

   "Yes?"

   "Taping.  Some of it goes over the uniform.  How do we handle that?"

   "You tape your ankles, knees, elbows, and hands in the training room
like always.  Then go out and dress.  We'll have a trainer and equipment
manager available to help you and tape your shoes and pads once the uniform
is on.  They'll be available when you undress as well.  Don't worry, you
won't be the only one parading around nude.  The cheerleaders will be nude
for the game as well."

   Needless to say, that produced hoots and hollers.  Then I remembered
Margie.  I hadn't seen her all day.  And I twigged on something Becca -
sigh - had said about Jason that morning.  I owed it to him to warn him of
the brewing storm.

   We settled into a review of last week's game with Mike and I adding our
analysis before Coach could point out our weaknesses.  Then into a review
of the game films of East so far this year.  We began mapping out our
strategy for handling them on both offense and defense.  Mike and I would
be taking copies of the films home tonight for further study.  Then we
outlined the real plays versus the plays designed to throw off the other
side.  Look, all teams spy on the other team's practice.  We threw in plays
that may or may not be part of our game plan.  We might even practice the
real plays behind locked doors in the gym.  Anything to gain an advantage.
That's enough of that aspect of the team meeting.  What gets said and
decided stays.  Everyone else finds out what we decided on on Friday.  At
the same time East finds out.  We hoped they liked our little surprises!

   At break I motioned for Jason to join me outside.  "Jason, you know
Rebbecca is my partner this week in the Program?"

   He got kinda strange.  "Man, it's okay.  As long as you respect her."

   "Dude, no problems." No kidding.  Respect?  Me, the Italian?  "She said
something about this morning you need to hear."

   "Huh?" Don't ya just love us football players.  Quick on the uptake!

   "She thought you were making fun of her this morning when we all got
pulled into the office and put into the Program.  She's hurt, dude."

   He thought for a minute.  Smart guy.  "Damn.  You know she and I are
tight, best friends?"

   "I got a glimpse."

   "I'll talk to her.  Thanks.  You guys connect today?"

   What do I say?  Connect?  Does her pussy juice all over my face and my
cum all over her count as connecting?  Does the kiss while being drawn and
photographed in art count?  That our souls touched each other?  Shit.

   "Ah, she's my partner.  We've spent time together." He looked in my
eyes. Hard.  "Yes, she touched my heart." Breathe, bastard, breathe. 
"She's waiting for me in the art studio and wants me to give her a ride
home." Breathe.

   He didn't say anything.  Just looked up at me in a way that made me feel
small.  I could see and feel how close he was to Rebbecca.

   "Jason, if in your mind I ever do anything to disrespect your sister, I
won't fight back when you come after me." Okay.  I'm like a foot taller
(almost) and 100 pounds heavier.  Yet, I felt the love and concern he had
for his sister.

   "Give me a few minutes with her, okay?" I nodded agreement.  We went
back to the team meeting.

   Chapter Seven - Monday - After School

   *** Rebbecca ***

   I don't know how long I lay on the divan.  My brain was fried.  I am
covered in Luis's semen.  I've just had the best orgasm of my life.  My
hormones are in overdrive, which was totally new.  This is just Monday! 
What was Friday going to be like?  Who was I going to be on Friday?  Who
was I now?  Not shy, hidden Rebbecca.  That's for sure.  "Nothing wrong
with you, girl!" Hi, Muse.

   On top of it all, I'm attracted to someone.  Not someone shy and
withdrawn like the old me.  Not like the perfect characters in my dreams.
Instead, I'm falling for a mountain.  Kind and gentle, yes.  Mountain -
yes! Huge in every dimension.  Okay, shut up hormones.  That thing - okay:
penis, cock, dong...  Junior.  Junior would split me in half!  Yet his
touch, his tongue.  Divine.

   Here I am.  Miss Invisible.  Laying naked in Art with semen, okay - cum,
drying on me.  There because of an activity suggested by my teacher.  With
the full participation of the class, at least it seemed it.  And me? 
Instead of feeling abused or debased, I'd had a small orgasm when the first
stream hit me.  Or, it could have been another after shock from the mammoth
one earlier.

   Oh, god!  I'm openly naked in school.  I also hadn't really thought
about it in a couple of hours.  Not since the beginning of PE!  I posed
without noticing I was nude.  Damn, some of those sketches are hot!  I
wonder who the girl is in them, though.  Certainly not me!

   "Good night, Rebbecca.  Thank you for posing.  You and Luis did a
wonderful job."

   "You're welcome, Ms.  Rotella.  Believe it or not, I enjoyed it!"

   "I know, dear.  He's a keeper, you know.  See you tomorrow."

   "Tomorrow."

   I managed to get my legs under me and wander over to my easel.  I
removed the painting in it and loaded a new canvas.  From memory, I
sketched out a new scene.  It was forever burned in my mind.  As I began to
mix the paints on my palette, I went into my zone.  Only my muse and I are
allowed in that space.  The paint flowed onto the canvas.  Only once or
twice did the image in my mind need to change to make the two dimensional
canvas work.  Soon, the canvas was nearly filled.  I'd finish the
background and the details later.

   "Oh my god, Bec, that's intense!" I was so into my zone that I didn't
hear Jason come in.  I'm so used to being interrupted that it no longer
startled me, it's more like a doorbell or phone ringing.

   "Hi, Jason." I know I sounded distant.  The pain from the morning coming
back.

   "Bec, I want to apologize to you." I looked at him in the eyes.  "When
Luis was called, we were all making fun of him and I didn't hear your name
being called.  We were making fun of him, not you." He sounded and looked
saddened by the error.

   "Thanks, Jase.  I guess I was so shocked about being in the program I
was being overly sensitive."

   "How's the Program going so far?"

   "About like you'd think.  I'm generally red head-to-toe walking down the
hall.  Yet, I've been in here for four hours and have only thought about
being naked once, briefly."

   "Sis, I hate to say this, but you look really good without clothes.  If
you weren't my sister..." He looked away blushing.

   "Thanks, Jase.  My ego needs to hear it.  I have to admit, something
woke up in me today.  I'm not only not embarrassed about walking around
nude, I'm kinda scared it's turning me on."

   "Bec, I'd have a problem all day if I were doing it!" Jason laughed.

   "I understand." I chuckled.  "Luis has been 'leading' the way to
classes!" I couldn't help it.  I broke up laughing.  Jase could help not
laughing.

   "Yeah, that's...  a big...  problem for him!" Jason said, gasping
between howls.  I was laughing so hard my side started hurting.

   When we finally calmed down, I took his hand and looked him in the eyes.
"You know I'm a virgin, right?" He nodded.  "I don't want to be by the end
of the week."

   "Your decision, sis.  Have fun, but be safe.  Okay?  One thing, though,
I'll take apart anyone that hurts you."

   "Even Luis?"

   "I'd try.  But he told me that should he mess up and hurt you, he
wouldn't stop me." He looked me deep in the eyes and at the painting.  "You
falling for him?"

   "I think so."

   "I think he's got it for you to."

   "God, Junior scares hell out of me." He looked at me questioning.  I
ended up telling him the Susan story and the lunch conversation.  Even the
posing and what we did after.

   "He'll be here in a few minutes.  They're moving all his stuff over to
the Girls Locker room for the week.  He won't come until I give him the
word.  He wanted to give us time to talk." He got real serious.  "Bec, I've
got nothing but respect for Luis.  With his size, he could be a bully and
an asshole.  He's anything but.  He's a natural leader.  The whole team
looks up to him and Mike Holloway.  And they run the team on a tight leash.
No bullshit, no cheap shots.  Honor and respect at all times." He paused
for a minute, searching.  "I don't know what I'm trying to say."

   "Jase, I think I understand.  You care for both of us in different
ways." He nodded.  "Just be yourself to each of us, okay?"

   He smiled, bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead.  "I'd
better run.  Your boyfriend must be waiting outside by now!" He chuckled as
he left.  BOYFRIEND?  WHAT!  "I'll let mom and dad know you're going to be
late."

   Luis walked in to my deer-in-the-headlights look as I tried to process
"boyfriend" then "late."

   "Becca, are you okay?" Luis had a scared look.  I took his hands, paws,
and just couldn't help laughing and dancing around.

   "I think I missed something..."

   "Jason just called you my boyfriend." Still dancing!

   "I'd like to be." When I jumped up on him and wrapped my hands around
his neck, I swear I moved the mountain!  When I tried to wrap my legs
around his waist, lets just say I need more leg.  He put an arm around me
and one under me to take my weight.  I gave him the deepest, wettest kiss I
could.  When he recovered and kissed back I melted into him.

   As we explored each others mouths and our tongues cavorted, I could feel
his heart through my boobs.  I could feel the slight changes in his
muscles. All that power and strength.  Yet his kiss was tender and sweet.
The touch of his arms was warm, welcoming, gentle.

   We slowly broke the kiss.  During the mutual shower of after kisses I
managed to whisper, "I'd...  like...  to be...  your...  girlfriend." He
took charge of the next kiss.  Given our position, I'm sure Junior was
getting a "Becca" shower!  I shivered at the thought of that in me.

   "Are you okay, Becca?" He was looking deep into my eyes.  God, I could
see his soul.  I'm positive he could see mine.

   "I'm scared."

   "Of what?"

   "I'm a virgin and Junior..."

   "Becca, we don't need to do that."

   "But, I want to." I realized I did, I really, really did.  "Not right
now, but soon."

   "Dear, when you're really ready, we'll do our best, okay?"

   "Yes." We melted into another kiss.  God, I could get addicted to
kissing him.  Then something hit me, what would it be like kissing someone
else while nude?  The same?  Better?  Worse?  Was it hormones or something
more?

   "Becca?"

   "Hmmm?" As I snuggled against his chest.  Warm.  Happy.  Curious. 
Excited.  Dripping.  Content.  Did I say happy?

   "What just went through your mind?"

   "Honesty, always, between us?"

   "Always.  No matter what."

   "I was loving being lost in your kiss.  Then it hit me that you're the
first boy I've ever kissed nude.  You're like the third or fourth boy I've
ever kissed.  I had questions..."

   "Curiosity?"

   "Yes." I tensed some.

   "It's okay, Becca.  It would be strange if you weren't curious."

   "But, we just decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend."

   "We did.  That doesn't mean I own you.  Just the opposite.  It means
we're partners in exploration.  If that's something you need to explore,
you should.  This week is all about exploration.  Even after this week it's
okay.  Just be honest with me.  You don't need to hide anything."

   At first I was relieved.  I could experiment.  Then a little voice in my
head started telling me he was just looking for an excuse to play around on
me.  I got scared.  Then it kept on.  I got mad.  I actually got mad enough
to hit him in the chest.  Damn, he's solid.  That hurt me!  "You're just
saying that so you can do what you want!"

   "Becca, look me in the eyes." His voice was soft and kind.  I did and
saw the gentleness of his soul.  "This is what I believe.  Jealousy is fear
on steroids.  It's a person's insecurities pointed outwards.  I don't do
fear or feel my insecurities are someone else's fault.  If you're honest
with me, I'm fine.  That's how I am and how I feel.  You're not used to my
world, so I'm willing to accept limits, up to a point.  That point is
asking me to hurt others or myself.  Or ask me to live too long in your
fears."

   I held his eyes, letting his words into me.  "I'm scared."

   "You should be." I raised my eyebrows.  "Oh, yeah.  Scared means you're
facing something new.  Just like I'm scared to be naked in school.  I'm
scared about facing East on Friday.  I'm scared about you and I." I really
raised my eyebrows.  "It's new, it's different.  It may not work out.  I'm
having to go inside and see what I have to give.  Scared is facing
something new or dangerous.  Fear is giving into a story in your head."
That hit me.  I really didn't know much about this Mountain, but I wanted
to find out.

   "Luis?" His eyebrows raised.  "Jason's already told my parents I'm going
to be late tonight.  I'd like four things right now.  First, you be late
with me."

   My mountain just walked us over to his bag, crouched, pulled out his
cell phone, and punched a button.  "Hi, Mama...  I'm fine...  I, she told
you?  Yeah, it's cool...  I'm gonna be late, okay?...  Love you, too!" He
hung up.  "No problem.  What are the other three?"

   "I want to continue this conversation and work on a painting that I need
you to pose for."

   "Done.  Fourth?"

   "I'll ask later, okay?  Right now, I need my easel closer to the divan
or the divan closer to my easel.  I don't want you to see what I'm painting
yet, okay?"

   "Be easier to move the divan, I think." He gently set me down and with
the ease of me picking up a brush, he lifted the divan and brought it over
in front the easel.  I directed where to put it and then posed him and went
behind my easel.

   "Luis, I zone when I paint, so forgive me if I miss something you say. I
want to understand you and you to understand me.  What you said about being
scared and fear really hit me.  That's me.  I'm scared and I'm fearful. 
When you were telling me to explore the voices started." I started working.
Filling in the details like the shape of his muscles and how they caught
the light.

   "My Dad introduced me to meditation and T'ai Ch'i Chuan when I was
young. I guess that's where I come from.  I'm from an Italian Catholic
family.  I could have been raised with all that fear and guilt.  Instead,
my parents got over it and never pushed it on us.  Instead they taught
Margie and I to live in compassion and understand the fine line between
being fearful and scared."

   "Hold your right shoulder up, just a bit more.  Perfect.  Okay, what do
you mean?  How do you tell the difference?"

   "I sort of know how to explain it.  The body feels both the same way. 
Get too close to a ledge and you will have a physical reaction.  Your body
doesn't want to be near the ledge and fall.  A reaction to being scared is
to back away.  Yet, a person with fear of heights starts living the story
in their head and becomes irrational." I stopped painting and gave him a
confused look.  "Okay, on Friday, my first play against East.  I'll be
scared.  That's normal.  I haven't played these guys.  I don't know what's
going to happen.  I'm going to get hit and hit.  I might get hurt.  If I
weren't scared I'd be insane.  If I were fearful, I'd begin to question my
abilities and talents.  I'd get so wrapped up in those stories that I
wouldn't play well because my mind would be in the stories, not on playing
the game."

   "Turn your head to the left.  Hmm...  Now, twist your waist the same
way, just a bit.  That's it.  Thanks.  Back to fear.  How do you deal with
the stories?"

   He chuckled.  "Sometimes, not well!" I laughed with him.  "Meditation
and T'ai Ch'i is how I've learned.  That and football."

   "I've heard of T'ai Ch'i but I don't really know what it is."

   "I can tell you know and show you later.  It's an old Chinese martial
art that is founded on emptying the mind and practicing in slow motion. 
The practice forms look like a really strange slow dance.  Yet, you are
training your body to move in combat while teaching your mind to stay out
of the way.  It's call a soft art since it relies more on focusing and
manipulating energy than about hitting and striking.  Those are the words.
They don't mean much until you see and experience it."

   "Okay.  You can show me later.  I'll be finished with this in just a
minute."

   "Sure."

   "Back to stories."

   "What meditation does is teach you to quiet the mind while increasing
awareness.  When you've done it for a while, the stories just go away.  In
India, they call it calming the monkey mind." I gave a questioning shrug.
"Think of a cage of monkeys that are excited.  Chattering.  Running around.
Getting each other excited.  Meditation is quieting them.  When you do
that, you connect in a whole new way to the universe."

   "Will you teach me?"

   "Sure.  Yet, I think you already have some of the tools."

   "Huh?"

   "When you paint, are there voices in your head?"

   "Only my Muse."

   "Does the muse help you or question everything you are doing?"

   "Ah, helps.  Drives me, is more like it."

   "Maybe the muse is the real you."

   "You might be right.  She really likes you, bunches." I blew him a kiss.
"That's from me and her."

   "Well, if she's the one that made you visible today then I really like
her too!" He blew me two kisses.  "One for each of you!"

   "Back to stories, fear, and exploration.  Help me understand.  I hear
myself saying that if I have a boyfriend, he's the only one I can kiss and
mess around with.  Yet, my body wants to experience new things.  My heart
tells me we are connecting.  It all seems to conflict."

   "Becca, the only thing that conflicts is the story about your boyfriend.
Think about this.  You body wants to experience and explore.  Your heart is
happy.  Is exploring going to hurt your heart?  No.  Because one of two
things will happen.  While you're exploring and gaining experience either
your heart stays happy with the connection you have or it finds a better
one.  Either way, you're better off."

   "What about you?"

   "I am too.  If I'm not your soulmate, best find out early.  My mom tells
me something all the time that might help.  She says you can love many
people.  The more people you love, the more people you can love.  But,
being In Love is rare and precious.  She also says that good sex with a
stranger is still good sex.  With someone you love, it's better.  When
you're in love, it's beyond anything else."

   "I wish I were that close to my mom so we could talk like that."

   "Do you let her get close to you or are your stories in the way?"

   Damn.  I felt like I had run into a brick wall.  Pull out club and begin
to beat myself.  I dropped my brush and buried my head in my hands.  I
wanted to be invisible again.  Damn him.  Damn this Program.  What the hell
was wrong with the way I was?  I was happy!  What is happening to me!  OH,
FUCK!

   Suddenly, but gently, two massive arms swept me up and cuddled me into a
massive chest.  He moved and then sat and snuggled me tighter.  My tears
began and flowed down his chest.  He was silent, just holding me.  "He's
understanding and patient." Thanks Muse.  I'd rather have my suffering. 
"He'll wait 'til you're done." I wanted to tell her to fuck off too.  Yet..
Damn...  It was simple.  Honest.  Pure.  My stories were in my way.  And
did I have some.  Seventeen years worth.  Yet, they were just a house of
cards.  And they were tumbling down, like my tears.  Release.  Grief. 
Mourning.  My Mountain was still there.  Hard as he needed to be, yet soft
where I needed him to be.  God.  Pain was flowing out with my tears.  My
Muse was quiet.  Had she run away?

   No, she hadn't run away.  The me that was the house of cards had gone. I
didn't need my Muse anymore, since she is me.

   Oh Shit.  Am I hiding in Luis?  No.  NO!  He's enabling.  A partner?  Oh
shit.  More rivers of tears.

   "You just had an epiphany?" His voice soft.  The kiss on top of my head
gentle, but electric.

   "Damn this program.  Damn Jason.  Damn you." There was no anger in my
voice.  Just saddness.  "My carefully constructed house of card's of a life
just tumbled down.  I'm lost and scared."

   "Welcome to the real world!" It took me a couple of seconds to process
this.  Yeah.  Living in the world as it is, not in my house of cards as I
want it to be.  Yeah.  My tears stopped.  It took me a few minutes to
collect myself.  Was I going to miss my Muse?  Why?  She's me!  I really
buried myself deep, didn't I.  But, I didn't loose myself.

   I pushed away from My Mountain's chest just enough to put my arms around
his neck.  Looking him in the eyes, I came clean.  "Thank you, My Mountain.
A dam broke inside me.  I've been using my stories to hide myself, to not
live in the world.  The voice I call my Muse, that's the me I've been
hiding.  And, now...  Now, I'm scared.  Not fearful.  Just scared." Before
he could answer, I pulled his head down.  I must be strong, it took me no
effort!  Then I gave him what I hoped would be a toe curler of a kiss.  I
know it was for me!  Junior's appearance was a pretty good indicator I was
doing something right!  Damn, I've never even touched him.

   When we broke, I softly put my hands on the sides of his face and held
his eyes with mine.  "Let me finish the painting.  Then I'll get to request
number four.  Then, I'd like to ask one more favor.  Trust me?"

   "You're okay now?"

   "Beyond okay, I'm me now."

   "Then let's get back to painting.  The sooner you finish, the sooner
these mysteries will be revealed to me!"

   I gave him a quick kiss and we disengaged.  I now know where to go when
I want to be "in my cave." He's chest is wonderful!  Us introverts, we need
our caves to recharge.  How tiring it is being around crowds.  My Mountain
was not stressful like that.  After all, he was My Mountain!  Nice caves.
Plus, a Mountain that can really kiss!

   I put him back in his pose.  Looked at him and the canvas and decided
that it only needed a couple of details.

   "Becca, what just happened?"

   "I'll tell you all about it later.  I'm dealing with your face at the
moment and need you to hold still." He froze his face in a bad, fake
grimace.  I roared.  "Nice.  Now, without moving your body, unfreeze your
face.  Think about...  eating my pussy.  Yeah, I like that look!" I got
busy.  Hormones?  Yes!  Lust?  Yes!  Love?  Yes.  In love?  Think so.

   I worked on the last of the details.  I wanted to wake up to this
painting!  This is the first painting I've ever done just for me.

   "Done.  Thank you, Luis.  Come look at it, please?"

   Chapter Eight - Monday - Breaking Boundaries

   *** Luis ***

   I hadn't really ever looked at Becca's work before.  The murals on the
walls were just there.  So, when I came around the easel, I was expecting
the level of work I had seen in class earlier.  Preconceived notions.  Bad.
I stood there with my mouth hanging open.  There was me in front of me.  As
she saw me.  Massive, gentle, raw, warm, sexual, open, deep.  Powerful. 
There I was leaning on the divan.  My muscles visible but relaxed.  My face
showed all the emotions I just mentioned.  Here was a very large, yet
complex, person.

   "Becca, that's incredible!" Ah, the Contadino wit.  Who needs
foot-in-mouth disease.  "You're very, very good!"

   "I had great material to work with." She gave me a hug and quick kiss.
I'm already addicted to her kisses.  Yep, got it bad for this one.  "This
is the first painting I've done just for me.  I want to hang it in my
bedroom."

   "So, I get to watch you at nights?  I like that idea."

   "I see someone else does too!" She reached down and wrapped her hand
around me.  She was tentative at first.  Slowly she started stroking and
exploring.

   "You know, that's the first time you've touched him."

   "I've wanted to all day, well, most of the day.  I'm glad my first time
is in private, though."

   "He likes you a lot."

   "I'm beginning to like him a lot.  What about you?"

   "Probably falling in love with you."

   "Probably?"

   "It's been less than a day, but yeah.  I've got it bad."

   "Me too." With that, she started stroking me for real.  After a minute,
she got on her knees and started examining me.  Her other hand lifted my
balls, carefully weighing them, caressing them.  A groan escaped my lips.
When she looked up, she had the most delicious grin on her face.  Her
tongue came out and gave Junior's head a light lick.  A shiver shot through
me.  The look in her eyes when she did that made it the most erotic
experience I'd had so far in life.

   I can only describe what she did next as loving Junior.  It wasn't
worship.  It was loving, tender, gentle, and powerful.  She licked and
kissed all of him and my ball sack.  Not as direct as Shashana nor as
wanton as Susan's need.  Sexual?  Yes.  Sensual?  Hell yes.  Erotic?  Damn
straight.  Loving?  Better believe it.

   When I could open my eyes, I could see she was looking up at me when she
could.  Desire.  Love.  Then she took Junior in her mouth.  I thought I
would pass out.  My knees got weak.  "Oh god!" came out as a moan of pure
pleasure.

   I could feel her experimenting.  Discovering the texture, the taste. 
Her tongue working around him.  Her lips caressing.  It was beyond anything
I had ever experienced.  Eventually, she took in a couple more inches.  Her
tongue was everywhere.  She suckled the head.  My legs were shaking.  She
was still stroking me with one hand, her other making love to my balls. 
She began sucking hard, her tongue moving faster, stroking me faster and
faster.

   "Ah, Becca!  Shit!  I'm gonna cum!" Instead of pulling off, she stroked
harder and more deliberately.  Her mouth, tongue, lips, and other hand
still loving me.  I did my best not to stroke into her as my balls pulled
up and I felt the first surge.  It felt like it was coming from my toes, up
my legs, and out through Junior.  When it hit her throat, I expected her to
pull off.  She groaned, shook, and sucked harder.

   I gave.  She took.  I gave more.  She wanted more.  I could feel her
swallowing while still trying to work more out of me.  My knees were beyond
shaking, buckling.  She had emptied me.  I had to sit.  Now.  I managed to
stagger to the stool at the easel and rested my ass on it.  Becca never
broke contact.  She continued to suckle and nurse Junior.

   "Oh my god, Becca.  Thank you.  Shit.  Ah...  Let me...  Get..  my
breath...  back." Somehow she knew I was starting to get too sensitive and
pulled off.  Yet, she showered Junior with little kisses and "thank yous."

   Standing, she walked between my legs and hugged me.  "Thank you, My
Mountain.  That was part of number four."

   "Part?" My breath finally coming back.  "Am I gonna live through the
other part?" I bent my head and kissed her.  It was a very deep, mutual
kiss.  I held her, she held me as the kiss continued.  I made a new
discovery as the kiss came to the end.  We seemed to know when to end a
kiss.  They were just right for both of us.

   "Was that your first blow job?"

   "With Junior.  Yes.  Any...  okay, I can say it, cock.  Yes.  First time
I've ever touched one, even."

   "Oh god, I'm in trouble."

   "Why?  What?  Did I do it wrong?"

   "Like it?  No." I felt her slump.  "Loved it?  Yes!  Incredible?  Yes!
Wonderful?  Yes!  Best ever?  Yes!" Ever try to talk when being showered
with kisses?  It's kinda fun.  "My point was that if that had been any
better, it would have killed me.  But, what a way to go!" She hit me!  Yes.
She HIT me!

   "You bastard!  Teasing me like that!"

   "But, your bastard."

   "Yeah, I like that.  My bastard."

   "So, what's the rest of number four?" She got fidgety.  "Honesty. 
Remember?  Spill it." She tensed, then relaxed with a sigh.

   "Straight out honest?" I nodded.  "I don't want to be a virgin by the
end of the week.  And, I want Junior to do the honors.  Yet, I still have
my hymen and him ripping that scares me.  So, number four is for you to use
your fingers and break my hymen while you're going down on me.  When I
peak, that would probably hurt the least.  Then get me ready for Junior
another day.  Please?"

   "Here?  Now?  Why?" Bewildered?  Who, me?

   "Yes.  Right here.  On the divan.  To me, it's already a special place
for us.  Now?  Damn straight.  I'm going to be fingered as part of the
program all week.  I want to be able to enjoy that.  Plus, I want a little
time to recover so when I take Junior I won't be sore anymore.  It's you I
want.  It's Junior I want.  I don't want anyone else to take my hymen or my
virginity."

   "I want you too.  I don't want to hurt you and that scares me." I took a
deep breath.  Cleared my head.  "I still have some stories around the
reactions that Junior has gotten in the past.  That really scares me."

   She grabbed my head and directed me to look in her eyes.  "Do this for
me, now.  On the divan, my love.  My Mountain.  We'll tend to your stories
later." I melted.  I picked her up in my arms and walked her over to the
divan.  The silks were still there.  I laid her out with her head on the
rest and left foot on the floor.  Her right leg I draped over the back.  We
kissed with me hovering over her, not touching except our lips.

   We kissed deep.  Connecting deeper than we had before.  I could stay
here forever!  Then that perfect mutual ending.  I moved to kiss between
her breasts, to taste her lovely cleavage.  To love it the way she had
Junior.  On the way, I took a side trip to her ears, playing them with my
tongue and lips.  Then the hollow of her neck where it meets her shoulders.
By now, her hands were on my head, more as acknowledgment than directing
me.

   Slowly, tracing each curve of her body with lips, tongue, and fingers I
approached her breasts.  Starting in wide circles around each one, with a
lot of time spent enjoying the taste and fragrance of her cleavage, I made
love to her large breasts.  Before I got to her left nipple, I switched to
her right.  That got me a groan with a moan!  While my lips and tongue made
love to her left breast, my hand caressed and fondled her right, avoiding
her nipple.

   When my lips finally got to her nipple, my hand began working on the
other.  Her hands pulled me into her.  Her back arched.  The moans shifted
to something more like a growl.  I licked, sucked, nibbled first one then
the other.  Damn near pulling the rock hard bud into my throat.  Suddenly,
she stiffened, wailed, and convulsed.  I didn't relent my attack while her
orgasm washed through her body.  When she started coming down, I moved
South.

   No more teasing.  I pulled her knees back and arched her back up.  She
took her knees and spread herself wide open for me.  I attacked with
tongue, lips, fingers, chin, and nose.  I rode her through her second
orgasm.  When she started building for her third, I probed deeper into her
vulva.  My fingers lightly brushing her hymen.  Exploring.  This orgasm was
going to be huge the way she was bucking and straining to get there.  When
every muscle in her body hardened, I got ready.  Then the convulsions hit,
hard.  I thrust my finger into her, straight through her hymen.  I was
surprised, there was very little resistance.  No screams or jerks from her.
Her orgasm sucked my finger deeper into her with each wave.  By the time
she came down, my finger was all the way inside her.  I held still as her
pussy adjusted to me.

   "God, Luis.  That feels so good!  Put another finger in me and fuck me
with them!  And don't stop with the tongue.  Oh, god!"

   She came for the fourth time as I pumped two fingers into her and sucked
her clit.  She had adjusted and my fingers moved easily, though it was
wonderfully tight.  This orgasm was deeper and longer.  Not as violent. 
Her waves felt like a velvet glove that suddenly turned into a velvet vise.
When she came down, she went completely limp.  I eased my fingers out,
stretched her out and snuggled up next to her.  While she struggled to get
her breath and vision back, I showered her face with kisses.

   *** Rebbecca ***

   "WOW!  WOW!  WOW!" So much for AP English.  My Mountain, my lover, is
snuggling up to me as I recover from more orgasms in an hour than I've ever
had in a week.  And none of these was by my own hand.  And each was better
than any I'd ever had before.  He talked about living through this!  I'm
ready to die right now.  And, my hymen was gone.  A little tug, it felt
like a pop.  Then the feeling of being filled.  Then being full.  For the
first time.  Overwhelming.  I wanted this again.  And again.  And again. 
Next stop two fingers.  Soon, Junior.  Bring him on!  Not now, though.

   I showered his face with kisses.  "Thank you, thank you." And, "My
Mountain." More kisses, more words.  More joy.  More love.  More thanks.  I
grabbed The Hand that had taken me.  It wasn't red.  Okay, a bit of pink.
Covered with my juices.  I took The Finger and sucked it into my mouth
tasting me and my blood.  When I cleaned it, I offered the other covered
finger to him.  He paid homage to it.  He was slow, deliberate.  His eyes
told me how much he relished it.

   "Now, we are bonded with my blood." He kissed me and we bonded with our
saliva as well, mixed with me.  I really want to remember the clouds I'm
walking on.  I want to paint them one day.  Perfect.  My Mountain and these
clouds.  Hummm...

   "Now, My Mountain.  Your stories about Junior.  I've seen him.  I've
felt him.  I've tasted him.  I've given a part of me to you.  I want him.
Not tonight.  I couldn't live through another of those orgasms.  And, I'm
gonna be sore.  Soon, though.  He doesn't scare me.  Just the opposite.  I
felt your tongue in me.  That was heaven.  I've felt your fingers in me. 
Two of them are bigger than most guys cocks that I've seen.  Yes, I'm
comfortable saying that word.  My Cave wants Junior to fill her.  Desires
to be filled while My Mountain makes love to me."

   The kisses that followed had words, none of them important.  Just two
lovers being together and doing a happy thing.  Sweet nothings flowed. 
Kisses.  Touches.  All gentle.  Together, it seems, we hit a point in time.

   "Let's go." My Mountain said first.

   "Where to?"

   "I have to eat.  Sorry.  Training.  Then there is some work I have to do
tonight to fulfill some promises.  Maybe some homework as well.  Anything
you need to do?"

   "Some homework.  Food would be good.  Not training, but famished after
that!" My stories started.  I remembered our promise.  Honesty.  "Do you
need to be alone?" I watched his face, carefully.  Felt his muscles. 
Thinking I was a human lie detector.  Another story?  Yeah.  Rejection.

   "I'd get my work done quicker if I were alone." He paused.  My heart
started to sink.  Collapse.  "But, I'd rather it take me longer..." Okay, I
like jumping on My Mountain.  And smothering him with kisses.  Even when he
teases me like that!  And playing with his ears.  And his nipples.  They're
really sensitive!  He started tickling me!  The BRUTE!  The torture!

   "Pax!  Pax!" I tried to scream while catching my breath.  I was about to
pee everywhere.

   "About to loose control?"

   "YES!" Thank god, he stopped.

   "Wait 'til I have you in my bathroom!" He was twisting a pretend
mustache like a 1920's screen villain.  That just started me laughing
again. Okay.  I snorted.  Sometimes I do.  It's not my fault.  "You just
snorted!" No kidding.  Well, that just got us going again.  Okay.  My
Mountain was gentleman enough to go steal some towels to clean up the
puddle.  And we laughed through that!  He's ticklish too!  I'm not telling
where.  My Mountain.  My Secrets!

   Finally, sanity, for the moment, prevailed.

   "I picked up your clothes from the front while you and Jason were
talking."

   "He told me you were moving your locker into the Girls?"

   "That meant the Equipment Manager showed me where I was now located for
the week.  He enjoyed doing the actual move with all the girls teams
showering!"

   "Perv."

   "Like I'm not?"

   "But, you're my Perv."

   "Yes I am!"

   "So, what do we do for food?"

   "Well, my family is about to sit down for dinner.  Care to join us?"

   Was I ready for that?  Actually, was I ready to put on clothes yet? 
WOW! "Honesty?" He nodded.  "I'm sort of comfortable being naked.  I'd like
to try to stay that way out of school tonight.  It would really help me."

   "Then my place it is.  Let me call Mama and tell her to set another
plate.  Then ask Margie if she wants to do an Outreach as well." Damn. 
Okay, when did I start with the profanity?  Oh, my Muse, I mean me, used it
all the time.  Cool.  I'd forgotten about Outreach.  It's part of the
Program where we're encouraged to extend our nudity beyond the school into
the world around us.  Was I ready for this?  Breathe.  Trust?  My Mountain?
Yep.

   "Okay.  I'm game." Sounding cooler than I felt.  "Tomorrow night at my
house?" WHAT!  He nodded vigorously as he dialed his cell phone and I
started dialing mine.  We related plans to our families.  He finished first
as Jason asked me questions about my day.  My Mountain started poking
through my clothes, which made me loose track of what Jason was saying. 
Damned if the man didn't wrap the sash from my dress around my waist and
put my hat on my head.  I felt more deliciously nude than before!  Somehow,
I finished with Jason.

   "Bellisimo!  Perfecto!" We gathered our stuff, including my painting,
and headed to his car.  The idea for my next painting of him rushing into
my mind.  My pussy, not my cunny any more, my pussy was beginning to drip
at the image.  And here we are, arm in arm, deliciously nude.

   "Oh, what was the other mystery, My Lady?"

   "We're doing it, My Mountain."

   "Why mountain?"

   "Big and strong.  Yet, with wonderful, safe caves for me to crawl into.
Plus, the thrill of climbing the peak!"

   "And the next, and next..." I danced at his words.  Did you know that
Mountains don't really dance?  Yet, they're real fun to dance around!  Oh,
he can sing, even if he doesn't know the words.

   My Mountain loves music.  The inventory in his car was huge. 
Overwhelming!  All types of Jazz, Blues, Rock, Classical in many forms,
Show Tunes, and...  and...  and...  When I couldn't decide, he started Joe
Cocker's "You are So Beautiful" and started the car.  While he was driving,
he held my hand and sang it to me.  Damn him.  He made me cry.  Not sad
tears.  Joy.  He was telling me through music how he felt like I did
through my art.

   Note to self: I need to do a painting of me for Luis.  Of me?  WHAT! 
I'll work on it.  Maybe a photo for now.  One step at a time.  Hmmm...  In
the sash, hat, and some high heels.  Yeah.

   Chapter Nine - Monday - Veal Santa Rosa

   *** Luis ***

   I pulled into the drive and parked.  We finished Cocker's "With a Little
Help from My Friends" before emerging from the car.  The song made me think
of becoming a Roman Citizen.  "Friends, Romans, Countrymen..." I took her
hand as we walked to the front door.

   "We're here!  Feed us!" I shouted as we entered my house.  Hand in hand
with my beauty!

   Margie came bounding down the stairs.  Stopped and took one look at
Rebbecca.  "Wow!  You look great!  I love what you've done.  Classy and
sexy!"

   "Luis dressed me." She giggled.  "You're looking good, yourself,
Margie."

   "Well, Really Big Brother, I'm impressed." My very nude sister told me.
My family is casual about it.  We aren't nudists, but had no problems going
around the house in whatever.  So, I'd been "Really Big Brother" for a
while.  I'd like to think it wasn't because of Junior.  Now, I know she was
impressed because of Becca.

   "Good evening to you, Delicious Little Sister." She ignored me as usual
and took Becca's hand.

   "Mama says I'm to escort you to the dining room.  He can come along."
She grinned at me.  "She's pulled out all the stops in only 15 minutes. 
That woman amazes me."

   Mama had pulled out all the stops.  Our two best candelabras framed a
centerpiece of fresh fruits.  Massive tapers lit the buffet and sideboards.
The family's 'really good' china and flatware decorated the table.  We only
used the best for weddings and funerals.  The smell of fresh, hot bread
filled the air.  Our best olive oil was on the table right next to a
wonderful balsamic vinegar.  Two wine glasses were at each setting.

   Margie walked Becca around to my side of the table where two settings
were put very close together.  Just as we got to our chairs, Mama and Papa
came out of the kitchen.  She was carrying a platter of Antipasti and he
was carrying two bottles of vintage Italian wine.  They were both nude. 
Outreach had reached their home!

   "Mama, Papa, this is Rebbecca Davis, my partner in the Program this week
and new girlfriend.  Becca, my parents.  Doctor and Doctor Contadino."

   "Rebbecca, such a pleasure to meet you." My Mama put down the platter
and took Becca's hands.  "Welcome to our home.  Welcome to our family for
as long as you will have us.  This place setting is here for you, always."
She then kissed both her cheeks.  Did I mention I love my Mama?

   "Thank you.  Doctor Contadino.  I'm honored." I could see happy tears
forming in Becca's eyes.  My eyes were a bit moist.  Had to be an allergic
reaction.

   "Please, Rebbecca, call me Carmella." She moved aside so Papa could step
in.

   "Rebbecca, I'm Pietro.  Peter." He kissed both cheeks as well.  "I think
I've raised my son well.  Yet, should he hurt you, you come to me.  He's
not that big.  Capisci?" He winked at her, yet I knew he was serious. 
"Welcome to our home and family."

   "Thank you, both." She took my hand.  "I'm not worried about Luis.  The
things I've already learned from him and where he got them..." She winked
at my parents.  "I'm happy with him.  Might even keep him." Oh, two can
tease?  "Thank you both for the welcome.  And you, too, Margie."

   We sat, finally.  We feasted.  Mama took off Sunday and Monday from her
restaurant, so we were lucky to have her home.  Even running a professional
kitchen, she still loved to cook at home.  Knowing my schedule for the
week, she had shown some restraint.  We only had a three course meal. 
Although, she did extract a promise from Becca to come for Sunday lunch and
a real feast.  Nine courses and long naps after!

   The conversation flowed.  My parents went light on the wine for Becca
and I, since we still had homework to do.  They gave Margie a bit more, but
not much.  The starter was traditional Antipasti.  Yeah, not antipasto. 
It's the plural since there is more than one type of food before the food.
We had marinated artichoke hearts (Mama won't even share with her only son
the recipe for the marinade), four different salamis, plump black olives,
slices of Roma tomatoes, sweet onion sliced thin, anchovies, five cheeses
from soft water buffalo to a hard Romano style, three different kinds of
peppers, and other fresh veggies.  Plus, three different breads for dipping
in the olive oil and vinegar.

   When we got around to the Program, I was open about my day.  Becca was
too.  I know we both turned a bit red.  Thankfully hard to see in the
candle light.  Margie shared her day as well.  So much for my thoughts
about her innocence!  Yet, her day is her story.  I'll let her tell it
another time.  My parents took it all in and talked about their day, as if
what we kids said was normal.  Becca learned of the connection between my
mother and the best restaurant in town.  She also discovered that my father
did consulting work for her father.

   Papa is one of the top economist in the world, if you believe what you
read.  Hey, he's my Papa.  They say he's THE expert on currencies and trade
policies.  He's a consultant because, as he told me once, never have a boss
you don't trust and can't respect.  I guess he never found one.  It was
good, because he worked out of the house.  When he wasn't traveling, I got
a lot of his time and attention.

   I found out I could get Becca to try new things if I feed them to her. I
introduced her to anchovies by putting one on a slice of sweet onion like a
cracker and feeding it to her.  I don't think she knew what she had eaten
until I told her.  After that, she took great delight in stuffing hot
peppers in my mouth!  But she did eat a few more anchovies that way.

   Mama's Veal Santa Rosa was the main course.  When she's not at the
restaurant, it's not on the menu.  She refuses to share this recipe with
anyone.  It's a milk fed veal fillet pounded out wafer thin.  She then
fills it with backfin crab meat from Blue Jimmy's and her secret mix of
spices and "stuff." She flash cooks it in wine and capers, then reduces the
pan liquor and adds cream to make the sauce.  The bottom line?  It teases
while it assaults.  It assaults while it teases.  It's named after her mom
who is the master teaser of the family.

   A pasta dish tossed with fresh, blanched veggies was the side dish.

   When Becca took the first bit of Santa Rosa, she turned to Mama.  "Oh
my...  This is...  I'm sorry, I don't have the words!  Wow is too trite."

   "We call it the tease that assaults, after Grandma." Mama gave me a
little glare.

   "Rebbecca, thank you.  That's the most sincere compliment I've had on
this dish.  Do you cook?"

   "Compared to this?  No.  I attempt."

   "We'll find some time and I'll teach you how to make this." Okay.  I
should be pissed.  No, livid with anger.  Out of my mind.  I've been
working on Mama for years to teach me.  Less than an hour and she's
offering to teach my girlfriend!  I knew then and there that I'd better do
right by Becca or I'd have to move and change my name.

   The conversation flowed again.  Music, economics, nudity, the news,
movies, books.  I noticed that my parents had Vivaldi playing.  "The Four
Seasons." A wonderfully complex and beautiful work.

   Dessert was my absolute favorite.  Crème Brûlée.  Not even Italian, but
we should have invented it!  When she served it, I stood, bowed, and kissed
her hand.

   We tarried a bit at the table after.  The fresh fruit was now fair game.
I had to convince Becca it was okay.  Our centerpieces were designed to be
eaten!  As the meal wound down, Mama turned to us.  "You kids have some
homework?"

   "Yes, Mama."

   "Yes, Ma'am."

   "Well, what's keeping you?  We'll clean up." She started picking up
dishes.  "Oh, Rebbecca, will you be here for breakfast in the morning?" I
know my jaw hit the table.  A look at Becca told me the same thing had
happened to her.  She's quicker to recover than I am!

   "Carmella, I don't know.  I'd like to be.  I don't think it's all up to
me.  As my...  Okay, boyfriend...  I'm getting used to that...  said,
honesty." She hesitated.  Looked at her hands, much as she had done this
morning in Dr.  C's office.  "I'm scared.  Today has already been
overwhelming.  I probably need some space tonight.  Plus, I do need to
spend some time with my folks."

   "Whatever you decide, dear.  Please think of this as home." already
thick as thieves.

   "Mama, get Rebbecca to show you the painting she did today." Yep, I'm
evil.  Becca stared daggers at me.  Then she saw in my eyes that I really
did think it was the right thing to do.  She nodded her head and I ran out
to the car to get it.  When I came back, she was relating the history of
the painting, if four hours can be a history.

   "Viola!" I pulled it out from behind my back and held it out for them. I
had no idea the reaction I was expecting, what I got made me think.  Mama
hugged Papa closer, tears forming in her eyes.  Margie just kept looking
from me, to the painting, and to Becca with awe in her eyes.  Papa hugged
Mama tighter with a huge grin on his face.  He looked at me and nodded with
pride.

   Mama broke the silence first.  "Rebbecca, I don't know what to say. 
That's the absolute best likeness of my son I've ever seen.  You caught his
soul.  At the same time, it's impossible not see his love for you." Her
eyes glazed a bit and she flushed.  "Or miss his lust for you either. 
Ah..." Papa was gonna get lucky tonight!

   "Rebbecca, you're in trouble." She looked quizzically at Papa.  "When I
look at Carmi, that's how I feel." She looked questions at him.  "In love,
deeply.  You're just starting down this path with my son and you've got it
bad.  Yep, you're in trouble."

   "Trouble?" Becca was clearly confused.

   "Yep.  Next thing you know, you're our age, with kids, making a good
living doing something you enjoy, happy with life, and still deeply in
love." That got a quick kiss from Mama.  They were both going to get lucky
tonight!

   "Now I know where Luis gets his teasing gene from!" We all laughed.  I
used the moment to say we're off to do our homework and I led Becca down
the stairs to my room.

   "This looks like you," she said, looking around.  A desk with two
computers on it and two servers under.  Bookcases that she was scanning the
titles on the contents.  Large screen TV and associated electronics with
surround sound aimed at the king sized bed.  A large, comfortable sofa and
two chairs perfect for snuggling in and reading.  An open area with a mat
for exercise and practice.  On the edges, a curling bar and hand weights.
Two walls with windows, because it was a daylight basement.  The wall area
not covered with windows or bookcases had photographs, not posters.  Most
all images I had captured through the telescope I had in the backyard.

   "Becca, I need to review some game films.  Make yourself at home.  Put
on some music if you want, it won't bother me." I popped the game disc in
one computer while I brought up the mapping program I had written on the
other.  It was designed to let me quickly map out plays and save them to be
printed later.

   "Hmmm...  Thanks, sweetie.  Why don't you pick something.  I like your
taste in music." She gave me a quick kiss as she studied the titles of the
books on my desk.  "When I finish exploring, I'm going to do some reading
for English."

   "Ah, figured me out yet?"

   "Not yet." She winked and started on the photographs.  Jupiter, Saturn,
tons of the Lunar surface, studies of the Sun's corona during an eclipse,
and the deep space objects.  Star clusters, nebulae, and clouds.  Each was
11'' by 14'' and had taken me as long as four hours to photograph.

   I went to work understanding East.  I was aware of Becca the whole time,
yet felt very comfortable working.  I'd look over at her and she'd look up
and smile.  I'd feel her looking at me and turn to smile at her.  After an
hour, I had mapped out a couple dozen plays and had starting printing them.

   "Wanna take a kissy break?" I asked.  Her answer was to beat me to the
sofa!  We played smoochie, grabby, and feely for a bit.

   "How's your reading?"

   "Okay.  I love Dickens, but have always had problems with Great
Expectations.  How's your stuff?  What are you doing, anyway?"

   "I'm going through the games East has played this year.  From that, I'm
watching how their game unfolds.  What plays they run and when.  How they
align their defense.  From all that, I'm trying to get into the coach's
head and understand their key players.  I've got a good idea about them
now."

   "What are you printing?"

   "Maps of their offensive plays and defensive movements with my notes on
when they tend to use each."

   "Now what?"

   "Devise a strategy for us to defeat East."

   "Isn't that the Coach's job?"

   "Yep.  But it's also my job and Mike Holloway's, the Offensive Captain.
He's doing the same thing right now.  So is every member of the coaching
staff and a few other players that might want to get into coaching
sometime. Coach takes all our input, then he decides.  He loves having this
many eyes on the field and enjoys teaching us the game from a coaching
perspective."

   "Do you ever want to coach?"

   "I've thought about it.  Don't know.  Right now, my physics comes first.
In a perfect world, I could do both!  But college ball is a fulltime
coaching job and that's what would interest me."

   "Why physics?"

   "It sounds really trite when I say it, but to solve the mysteries of the
universe that can be solved through investigation and science."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, the Holy Grail of Physics is called The Theory of Everything."

   "Do you think it exists?" She looked a bit perplexed.

   "In the literal sense, no.  As a unification of all the branches of
physics so we have a common reference point?  Yes."

   "Yours?" She was pointing to the photo wall.

   "Yep.  You like?"

   "They're beautiful."

   "They represent the other reason I like physics.  The sheer beauty of
the universe.  I'd like to think I can find a way to share that with the
world."

   "Like me and my art?"

   "I only wish my photos were as good as your art.  I'd love to see more."

   "Tomorrow.  I'll show you my portfolio and you'll have a chance to see
my personal projects at home."

   "Back to work?"

   "Slave driver!" Well, we didn't go right back to work.  We played a bit
more smoochie face.  Quickly becoming one of my favorite sports!

   Chapter Ten - Monday - Homework

   *** Rebbecca ***

   Luis went back to his desk and came back to the seating area with a pad
of paper, pen, and the maps, as he called them.

   I went back to Pip and Dickens and my notes on the rise and fall of ego.

   Before I got lost in the argument I was building, it hit me.  Ego. 
Stories.  Expectations come from ego.  They are nothing more than stories
we carry around in ourselves.  They are the house of cards.  It made sense
to me now.  I GOT IT!  And I got what Luis had been saying earlier about
jealousy and fear.  All stories within.  Stories that have nothing to do
with loving someone but trying to enforce your view of them on them.

   I looked over at Luis.  He'd write, look at the maps, and then write
some more.  My Mountain is also a student.  A serious one at that.

   His books span so many topics.  Heavy on math, physics, and astronomy.
Balanced with biographies of world and thought leaders.  Religious studies.
Tons of Eastern Philosophy with a smattering of Western.  A huge collection
of Robert Heinlein, Larry Niven, and Arthur C.  Clark.  Boys.  Plus
Cussler, Lescroart, Clancy, and Grisham.  Again, Boys.  Then the classics.
Well read but well cared for.  From Plato to Dickens.  YES!

   Stacks of magazines.  Physics journals in English and German.  Astronomy
rags.  Scientific Americans with tons of sticky notes in them.  Plus some
academic journals I didn't recognize.  What was CERN?  Then stacks of
stapled papers.  It was all organized and neat, yet well used.

   The bed was neat and made with no clothes scattered about.  Did he do
it? Or his mom?

   His mom, WOW!  I really connected with her.  A kindred spirit and
willing co-conspirator!  My Mountain is in real trouble.

   Back to Pip.  Then I remembered a book I had seen on the bookshelf. 
Freud's The Ego and the Id.  It fit with my thesis.  Luis smiled at me as I
walked back.  I couldn't resist.  I walked over to his chair.  I bent and
gave him a quick kiss and Junior a good squeeze - OMG, it felt really neat
soft!  Then turned, bent, and shook my ass at him.  HE GAVE ME A SPANK!

   "Brute!"

   "Tease me, will you!"

   "Ah, I've got you pegged.  He's gonna help me." I showed him the book.
He roared.

   "He got part of the way there then fell into over analyzing!"

   "I agree.  But I can still use him for my essay.  It just hit me a
minute ago.  Id.  Ego.  Stories.  Freud.  Dickens.  Great Expectations. 
Pip.  Me.  Today.  Thank you!" I gave him another kiss.  As I pulled back,
I searched his face and watched for his reaction.  "I'm still scared."

   "I am every day.  You heard what Dr.  C.  said today?" Forget his
reaction, what did he just say?

   "Sort of.  Honestly, I was cloaked and withdrawn and in my house of
cards."

   "He chose those of us he knew had conquered fear in specific
circumstances.  Then had us tell how we overcame it."

   What?  I'd spent the time looking at my hands, talking to my Muse.  What
conversation about fear?  Why was I hiding?  All I'd done is gotten boobs
before anyone else.  Now, they weren't the largest, nor the smallest.  Yet,
I'd been different.  I didn't choose to change.  I just had.  Why did all
the others have to be so mean?  Of course I tried to hide!  But...  WHAT
WAS WRONG WITH ME?  As I thought about the comments of the girls, the leers
of the boys, my eyes began to water.  "Freak!" "Weird!" "Gross!" "Oh,
sweet!" "What knockers!" I started to convulse and the rain fell from my
eyes.  What did I do wrong?

   Two massive arms softly pulled me into my cave.  Through the voices of
the past in my head I heard his heart.  Strong.  Slow.  Steady.

   "I wish I'd been there," I finally croaked out.  My chest tightened and
I sobbed.  Still, his heart was there.  His arms...  Stupid, idiotic me! 
Why did he care?  What did he want from me?  Sex?  Just his pleasure?

   I just wanted to go back into hiding.  I miss my Muse!

   "Becca?" I moved my head in his chest.  "It's okay."

   "How?"

   "Well, let me see.  Someone just nuked the world as you knew it. 
Right?" I sort of nodded my head.  "And the foundation you had is gone,
right?" Another nod.  His heart is still strong, slow, comfortable. 
"You're scared.  Freaked?"

   "Duh!"

   "Perfect!"

   "WHAT!  Are you out of your mind?" I hit him.  Note to self: don't hit
brick walls.

   "Perfect.  Yes.  Because now you get a fresh start.  Nothing to undo and
rebuild."

   "But, I don't want to be scared."

   "Nobody does.  Everyone has to deal with it because we all are.  Winners
just do it better."

   "Is that why you're a winner?" Wow!  Was my voice that sarcastic?

   "One of them.  The key, actually." How could he be so calm and patient
with me after that?

   I took a deep breath.  "How?"

   "Being scared gives me the energy to do those things I need to do but
don't want to."

   "Like what?" I noticed the tears were gone.  The rhythm beating in his
chest hadn't changed.

   "Getting up at half past too early in the morning and running when it's
freezing outside and snowing.  The energy to spend an extra hour in the
weight room when I'm hurting.  To go into the offensive line one more time
when I'm so tired I can hardly stand."

   "How?" I hope he understood.  I really didn't feel like talking.  Just
listening and feeling his heart made it all okay and easier to understand.

   "I clear my mind of the stories that say I can't.  When one pops up, I
focus on doing instead of listening.  I use the energy to focus.  Same as
you already know how to do."

   "What?  I don't know what to do!"

   "How about when you paint?  Any voices saying you can't?"

   What the hell!  "No."

   "Figured.  I've seen you when you paint.  You are focused.  In one area
of your life, you are already very successful and a winner."

   "Yeah, but that's different..." Huh?

   "How?"

   "I'm not scared." Yeah, my Muse is with me then.

   "I'll bet you a kiss that at some level you are.  You're just not aware
of it."

   "It's a bet." Easy bet.  I win, I win.  I lose, I win.

   "How do you feel when you show someone a painting?"

   "Okay.  Scared.  But, that's after I've painted it."

   "So, when you paint, it's never to give or show someone?"

   "Yeah, but...  But..." Asshole.  He's worse than my muse!

   "Give me the kiss.  I won!"

   "Bastard!" I grabbed his ears and planted a big, wet, juicy smack on his
lips.  I knew he was right.  I knew what he was saying was right.  It's
nice listening to your heart instead of all those stories.  Fuck the
"Monkey Mind." I melted into the kiss.  A lovely way to empty the mind!

   "Will you teach me?" I whispered when we broke the kiss.

   "You already know what you need to know.  Now it's about finding the
practices that will help you remember and build on it." Practices?  What,
like piano lessons?

   "What works for you?"

   "In general, meditation.  T'ai Ch'i is all about teaching the body
without the mind getting in the way.  I also empty my mind when I listen to
music, lift weights, mow the lawn, wash a car, kiss you..." That earned him
another one.  I liked this practice!

   "What can I do?"

   "The path I know starts with learning to breathe right and builds from
there.  I know you exercise.  I can feel it in your body.  What do you do?"

   "Yoga."

   "Explains why you're so limber.  Yum!"

   "Dirty Old Man."

   "But, I'm too young!"

   "Pervert!"

   "But I'm your pervert." That got him another kiss.  Yummy!  I like this
reward system!

   "Maybe I can teach you some Yoga and you can teach me T'ai Ch'i?" He
nodded.  "You were going to show me some of it."

   "Okay, but just the opening.  It wakes me up to much to do the whole
form this late.  After all, I'm a growing boy and need my sleep!"

   "If you grow much more," I said, grabbing Junior, "this will come out my
throat when you fuck me." Wow.  Did I just do and say that?  Yep.  And it
felt right.  Plus, he laughed with me.

   "Throat job while fucking.  Now there's a concept!" I rolled out of his
lap laughing while he collapsed.  Okay, I snorted again.  Really bad, too.
Two or three times while imagining Junior in my pussy and coming out of my
mouth and trying to say I didn't like it.  "Ergh...  Aumph..  Agh... 
That's what I'd sound like!" I snorted again.  That got him tickling me. 
Me tickling him.  No pee this time.  But we did end up in one hell of a
kiss with him over me and between my spread legs.  I almost grabbed Junior
and finished what we'd started earlier today.  No.  I still wanted candles
and the bed and soft music and...

   *** Luis ***

   We broke the kiss at the same time.  Uncanny.  No, perfect.  How easy it
would have been to just slip Junior in given our position.  Yet, I couldn't
and I wouldn't.  She wanted to wait.  Honor and respect.  Yep, that's me. I
gotta keep telling myself that!

   "I hope you don't mind.  I need to get going.  I want to take Carmella
up on her offer, just not tonight.  Okay?"

   "Love, whatever your heart desires.  I will use all the powers of my
Mountain Kingdom to satisfy my Queen." Okay, I'd been asking for silver
tongue to come out all day.  Wait!  No, that was truly from my heart.

   She looked at me with fire in her eyes and a misting of joy.  She tried
to talk.  When that failed, I got another Becca kiss.

   "Take me home?"

   "Sure."

   "It won't be a bother?"

   "For another few minutes with you?" That got me another kiss.  She
started packing up her stuff.  "Here, take Freud with you if it will help."
I handed her the book she'd taken off the shelf about 100 years ago.

   "Thanks!" I was blessed with THAT smile.  Damn.  I needed to work on my
legs.  I can't beat East with these rubber legs I keep getting around her.

   Her bags packed and over my arm, we headed upstairs.  My parents were in
the living room listening to Bach's Brandenburg Concerto Number 4.  One of
my all time favorites.  The Berlin Philharmonic with von Karajan
conducting. Powerful.  They both had books in their laps, but were holding
hands enjoying the music together.

   Mama moved to turn the music down.  I waved her off and just pulled
Becca closer.  She looked up with complete understanding.  We snuggled
while the passage played out.  Mama hit the pause.

   Before I could say anything, Becca was headed for the couch.  "Thank you
both for such a wonderful evening." Mama and Papa were beaming and said
appropriate things.  I was wondering where this girl had come from.  So
comfortable making the first move.  Nude.  Don't get me wrong, I loved it.
I just hadn't expected it!

   Then she and Mama disappeared.  I sat on the edge of the sofa.  A bit
shell shocked.

   "Son.  Feel like a 2-by-4 just hit you in the head?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Welcome to the club.  Just enjoy the ride.  Twenty, thirty years from
now you'll be giving your son the same advice.  Trust me!"

   "I do, Papa.  This is just way new for me."

   "Scared?"

   "Better believe it."

   "You know what to do."

   "Yes, sir.  I do.  Funny thing.  She wants me to teach her.  Her 'house
of cards', as she calls her stories, fell down today."

   "You're lucky, son.  It seems you've already got trust and honesty with
each other.  Combine that with being in love and you can't lose."

   Before I could answer, Becca and Mama came back into the room.  Arms
around each other.  Giggling.  With grins the Cheshire Cat would have
envied.  What were they up to?  My baby pictures?  Telling the tale of
Kindergarten when I peed my pants?  Was Mama really going to give Becca the
Santa Rosa recipe and not ME?  What if today had all been a set up?  I
didn't know Becca that well, although I've known of her since first grade.
Did Mama know about my crush-from-afar in fifth grade?  What if...?  My
father's words replayed.  I took a couple of really deep breaths and just
let the story go.  I stood.  Grinning back.  Just in love.  Yep, in love.

   On the drive to Becca's house, no words were spoken.  None were needed.
We held hands.  She wanted to listen to the Bach my parents were listening
to.  No problems.

   I escorted my Queen to her castle.

   "Tomorrow night, here.  Dinner.  You meet my family.  Okay?" Before I
could answer, she kissed me and played with Junior.  I melted.  I think I
mumbled something about okay as she vanished behind the gates and the
drawbridge rose for the night.  "See you at school, sweetie!" As her words
came to me, I drifted through my fog back to the car.

   In a total daze and on rubber legs, I got home.  Greeted the parents,
went downstairs, and managed to get some work done before the bed became
the center of my world.

   What a day!  Yeah, but it's all good.

   *** Rebbecca ***

   Okay, how many times in one day can I say 'Oh My God!' I've just walked
in my front door.  Luis's kiss still on my lips.  My plan with Carmella
burning in my center.  I'm still naked with a hat.  No idea where the sash
had gone.  I needed a shower, sort of.  I just lay against the front door
collecting myself.

   "Hi, sweetie." My mom said coming up to me.  Okay, she called me
something she hasn't since I was maybe 10 or so.  What's up with that?  She
took my hands and kissed my forehead.  Motherly.  Then it hit me.  I was
overdressed by one hat!  I had forgotten about being naked?  She pulled me
into the Living Room.

   My mom being naked was a big enough of a shock.  My father was on the
sofa, Jason in a chair.  I was still overdressed!

   Mom said, "We wanted to support you any way we could."

   Again, it hit me.  My house of cards.  Jason's comments this morning
about my parents.  Here was my whole family supporting me.  Damn, Damn,
Damn.  I might have said that out loud before my legs collapsed.  Mom tried
to hold me up.  Jason was right there.  My dad too.  They got me to the
sofa.  The soft, supple leather was cool on my skin but warmed quickly.

   It hit me.  Without my cloak, I could see they were on my side.  "I'm so
sorry.  I've shut you out of my life.  Thank you Jason - and Luis - for
that revelation.  Thank the Program and Luis for me being here and not
hiding." I cried.  Hard.  Mom held me.  Dad held me.  Jason was in there
somewhere.  Whispered words of support and love drifted through my sobs and
tears.

   I remember being scared versus living in fear.  I gathered myself.  I
turned my feelings into energy.  At least for a moment.  "Thank you all. 
For this.  Today, I woke up.  I have a boyfriend.  A serious love.  I'm
finding my love for my parents." The hugs got tighter.  "And, now I'm the
real me.  Scared?  Hell YES!  Yet, I'm learning that's okay.  It's what you
do with it.  I'll need help." I let go of the old me.  I let myself feel
the love and support of my family.  My parents.  Jason.  I felt it in my
heart.

   "Mom?" I asked as the tears cleared.

   "Yes, Rebbecca?"

   "Can I be Becky again to you and Dad?"

   Mom collapsed into me.  "You always have been, Becky."

   "Becky," my Dad said, "thank you.  You will always be Becky, my little
sweetheart." He was crying on my shoulder.  Tears of joy all around.  I
wrapped my arms around both of them.

   "Daddy, I love you." We all cried.  Four nude people on the sofa crying.

   I then remembered the rest of my request.  "Mom, Dad.  I invited My
Moun...  ah, Luis, to have dinner with us tomorrow night." That's all I
could get out.  Mom and Dad were ecstatic.

   "Of course, dear!"

   "Ah, well...  I want to make it...  special."

   "Of course." Thanks Mom for understanding.

   "I don't know what to do.  I want to help, but..."

   "Becky, I'll pick you up right after Art.  We can make this happen.  No
problems." We got teary-eyed together.  I knew she was already planning. 
She knew I was too wiped out.  Breakfast, we silently agreed looking each
other in the eyes.  When did that start?

   I went up to my room and undressed.  Okay, I took off my hat and shoes!
I hung the painting of Luis where I could easily see it from the bed.  Then
I replayed the day and collapsed into the bed.  My hands went right to my
cunny...  No, damnit!  My pussy!  My pussy and nipples.  Yes!  I thought of
Luis as I stared at his face on the wall.  And Junior.

   When my orgasm hit, I didn't care.  I let it out.  Hard and loud!  The
first time I think I have ever made noise masturbating.  Spent, I sank into
my bed and dreamed.