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 Beth Naked in School

   by peregrinf

   Copyright(c) 2010 by peregrinf

   ------ Description: Part 3 of the Carl NIS series.  It is best to read
Carl NIS first, then Carl NIS - Beth's Story second, then this one.  Beth
helped Carl being naked in school, and now it is her turn.  What will he
do? She's not as shy, now, and isn't about to be bullied.  But what a pep
rally, and after the football game.
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voy teach sch

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   Chapter 3

   Monday afternoon/evening

   "Mom should be at work until six," Carl explained as he unlocked the
door and let us into the quiet house.

   "What about Dee?" I asked.

   He shrugged.  "She shouldn't be home until five.  She almost always has
something at school.  Do you want a snack?"

   I wanted something, but it wasn't milk and cookies.  "Can we go up to
your room?"

   "Uh, sure, if you want." He put my book bag down there in the hall, and
led the way up the stairs.  Inside I felt like I was going to disintegrate,
just crumble, but I knew I - I knew WE - had to Do This!  And pardon the
capitals, but that was the way I was thinking.  You'll just have to put up
with it.

   "Uh - here," he announced, as if I couldn't tell.  Who but a boy would
have a poster of Princess Leia in her Jabba the Hutt slave outfit pasted to
the ceiling over his bed?

   Why did the sight of her in chains do such strange things to me?

   I was pretty sure what the sight of Carrie Fisher in a skimpy outfit and
chains did to Carl!

   When he casually dropped his books on the bed, I carefully picked them
up and moved them to the desk, clearing the decks for action, you might
say, before turning back to him.  He was watching me curiously, a little
shyly.

   "What do you think?" he asked nervously, when I didn't say anything,
meaning, I suppose, what did I think of his room.  Needless to say, that
was not what I was thinking of at all.

   I closed the door before moving close to him and beginning to unbutton
his shirt.  "I think you should undress me," I suggested, my voice husky,
my attention fixed straight ahead at the top button of his shirt, avoiding
meeting his eyes.  I loved how much taller he was than me.  It made me feel
small, and vulnerable, and protected, too, all at the same time.

   "Are you..."

   "Sshhh." I put my finger to his lips, then went back to his shirt.  "I'm
getting ahead of you," I pointed out.  I was too scared to tell him exactly
what I wanted, but he was a high honors student.  He would be getting the
idea soon, if he hadn't already gotten it.

   He'd gotten it, all right.  His fingers were trembling as much as mine
as he went for the buttons on my blouse, my plain, short sleeved, cotton,
button down oxford cloth nerd shirt.  I felt the air touch my chest more
intimately as he opened the first button.

   By then I was half way down his shirt, and paused a moment to stroke my
fingers over his chest before continuing on.  Reaching his belt, I tugged
the shirt out of his jeans and finished unbuttoning it.  He had to stop
working on mine as I shoved his back off his shoulders and off, leaving him
topless.  I put my hands on his chest, feeling the heat of his body, the
rise and fall of his breathing, the drumming of his heart, as quick and
fast as my own pulse.

   For a moment I rested my cheek against him, his skin hot and smooth
against my face.

   As he finished my shirt I tackled his belt, and then I had to pause
while he pushed my shirt down my arms and off.  The air raised goose bumps
on my torso.

   I knew the contrast between my oh-so demure blouse and my sexy new
underwear couldn't have been greater.  His fingers brushed the delicate
black cups of my sexy new bra, making my nipples stand at attention, trying
to drill right through the lace.  Then, apparently he'd been watching
closely as I'd dressed, because he reached around me and deftly unfastened
it.

   He bared my breasts and I shed the bra quickly, then undid the button on
his jeans, and ran the zipper down while his hands toyed with my tits,
making the breath catch in my throat.  Slipping out of his grasp,
awkwardly, I knelt, drawing his jeans down, conscious of his cock tenting
out his jockey shorts practically in my face.  My gentle push sent him
falling back on to his bed so I could work him out of his shoes and socks.
I dragged his jeans off completely, leaving him in just his underpants.

   As he sat there, leaning back on his elbows, looking a little dazed, I
stood, kicked off my own shoes and hastily got rid of my skirt.  Dancing on
one foot, then the other, I dragged off my socks, and then tackled him,
tumbling to the bed with him, both of us wearing only our underpants now.

   It certainly wasn't the first time we'd had such wonderful skin-to-skin
contact, but something about this time made it even more wonderful, more
exciting than the first time, when we'd danced naked at the homecoming
dance.

   We tried to devour each other with our kisses, and I ground myself
against his rock hard cock.  The sun spilled over the bed, warming us as we
rolled together atop the soft covers.  Impatiently, I yanked at his
underwear, dragging it down, liberating his jutting hardon, and he shoved
my panties down.

   With our feet we kicked them down each other's legs, kicked them off and
rolled together with nothing separating us now.  I gripped his cock,
milking it while his hand toyed with my aching tits, then he slid one hand
down my belly and found the little fuzzy nest of my pussy.

   He pushed me on to my back, and his lips found my breast.  He sucked on
my tit, and it felt like my body was filling with warm coals.  Then his
teeth nipped at my tender nipple and the coals burst into flame.  His hand
toyed with my cunt.

   When I couldn't take any more, when his finger had stirred my already
simmering cunt to a full, rolling boil, I writhed on my back, opening my
legs wide to him, drawing him toward my ravenous pussy.

   "Are you sure?" he asked fearfully, hovering over me.

   I put my finger to his lips again.  "Shh.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  Now!  Don't
talk.  Do it now, NOW!"

   Before I lose my nerve, I added silently to myself.

   He moved over me, almost fearfully, as I made a cradle for him with my
thighs.  Lowering his hips, he poked his cock blindly at me and I reached
down and guided his hot shaft to my welcoming hole.

   "Unh!" I grunted as his prick eased its way into my tight, virginal
opening.  Working my hips, I drew him closer with one hand on his hot,
smooth butt, still guiding his dick with the other.

   "Ahhh." I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate his bulk.

   He was trembling as, gently, he worked his cock into me with slowly
deepening strokes.  I felt a stinging, and then he was driving deeper into
me and I extracted my hand from between us to grab his ass.  I pulled him
deep into me and finally his full weight came down on me, pressing me into
the mattress as his pubic bone and mine ground together, turning my clit
into a hot paste of pure pleasure, his cock filling me.

   For a few moments we just lay there, tasting each other with lips and
tongue, his fingers stroking the sides of my neck and throat, combing
through my hair, my pony tail holder dislodged in the tussle.  I ran my
hands down the smooth swimmer-muscles of his shoulders and back.

   He was in me, deep inside me, plumbing the last of my secrets.  I had
given myself to him, completely, and he had given himself completely to me.
I felt completed, not as if I'd lost something but as if I'd found the last
piece to the puzzle that was me.

   Then he began to move, stroking his cock in and out of me, and I thought
I was going to die with the feelings it gave me.  My hips rose to meet him
as he filled me with his cock, stroke after stroke setting me ablaze,
hotter and hotter and hotter.

   He was too horny to last long, and I didn't try to slow him down. 
Urging him on with wordless cries, I was clawing at his back, trying to
wrap him totally in my flesh as I felt his cumming, his cock spasming and
pumping in me.  For a moment I thought I'd missed my chance, but another
thrust of my hips and I caught the wave, my own body was wracked with
orgasmic convulsions - pulsing, pulsing, pulsing surges of pleasure washing
through me, finally fading to gentle ripples and then stillness.

   Oh God!  It was so good!  I wept with joy as he crushed me into the bed
with his panting weight, our bodies slick with sweat, his cock still sunk
deep in my cunt.

   Cunt ...  cunt ...  cunt.  My cunt.  MY cunt.  MY CUNT!  MY!  CUNT!

   And he was still hard!  After resting a few minutes he began to move
within me again, and a new wave of happy tears blurred my eyes.  I showered
his face with kisses.

   "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," I urged him with soft whispers.  "Oh God,
yes."

   This time we climbed the mountain slowly, together, hand in hand, cock
in cunt, body to body, my pussy hot and soft and joyously sodden with the
mingling of our juices from the first time.  There was no pain, only the
satin pleasure of his cock pistoned in the welcoming socket of my
ecstatically weeping pussy.  My hips lifted and squirmed and writhed,
drawing every exquisite drop of pleasure from our carnal dance.  I crooned
and stroked his back as my pleasure went on and on.

   It could have lasted forever and it still would have ended too soon.  I
felt him shudder, pushing hard, as if he wanted to run me through or
perhaps cram his whole body into me, and I felt him shooting a second load
of cum into me to join the first.

   My own body convulsed in time with his, a series of delicious spasms
until we were both left panting and exhausted.  We lay in a boneless heap
on the top of the bed, his weight pressing me flat, my legs tangled around
his, my arms around his naked torso.  For a long time all we could do was
lie there and try to catch our breath.

   We must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember was someone
bursting in through the door.

   "Carl, I need - OOOOOOooohhhhmyGOSH!  OH MY GOSH!  Ohmygosh.  OH my
GOSH? Oh MY gosh.  OH my gosh.  Oh, my gosh.  Oh.  My.  Gosh.  Oh my..."

   "Aren't you supposed to knock?" Carl interrupted his sister irritably
while I tried to hide under him, wishing I was even smaller than I was,
conscious of his limp dick still in my flooded pussy.

   Dee erupted one more time.  "OH!  MY!  GOSH!"

   "Would you stop saying that, please, Dee?" Carl begged, not lifting his
head, his voice muffled since his face was buried in the pillow.

   "Oh my..." His sister's voice cut off with a sort of strangled squeak,
and I heard her feet drum down the hall and the door to her room slam
loudly behind her.

   "Gosh," I finished for Dee, staring up past Carl's shoulder at Princess
Leia in her skimpy outfit and chains.  "Oh my gosh."

   "Not you, too," Carl moaned, rolling off me, his cock sucking out of my
pussy with a soft slurping sound.

   For a moment, all I could think was that, had it been earlier, Dee's
appearance would have given new meaning to the term "coitus interruptus." I
giggled, grateful for that small mercy.  "Oh my gosh."

   Carl looked over at me, his hand reaching for mine as we lay atop the
bed on our backs, naked, cum and sweat smeared, bedraggled.  "I'm sorry,"
he apologized.

   I looked at him, my heart bursting with love.  "I'm not."

   "Not about THAT," he argued, misunderstanding.  "About Dee!"

   "I'm not!" I assured him, surprised at myself.  I wasn't sorry. 
Embarrassed?  You bet!  But not sorry.  I suddenly realized I was glad to
have flaunted our consummation the way we had, inadvertent as it had been.

   "I love you." It was the first time I'd said that to Carl, in spite of
all we'd done up until now.  The first time I'd said it to any boy, in
fact, except maybe Jimmy Perkins when we were in First Grade and I caught
him under the mistle toe at the Christmas party and I kissed him before he
could get away.

   But that didn't count.

   Carl started to answer and I put a finger to his lips - that seemed to
be getting to be a habit for me.  "No.  Don't say it now.  It's easy to say
now.  Wait for another time, when it may be really hard to say, because
then you'll say it only when you're really, really sure."

   "What do you mean?"

   I slid my hand down his chest and stomach, through sticky, matted pubic
hair to curl my fingers around his limp, crusty prick.  I was about to
answer when we were interrupted again.

   "Carl, have you seen - OH!"

   "Hi mom," Carl greeted her wearily, making no effort to cover himself,
to conceal my grip on his penis.

   She blushed, at least.  "I'm sorry, I should have knocked, but your door
was open.  Uh - hello, Beth.  Nice to see you.  Carl, have you seen your
sister?"

   I giggled, thinking of Dee's shocked departure.  And yes, Carl's mom was
SEEING me in all my naked, wanton glory, that's for sure!

   "Yes, mom," Carl answered wryly.  "And she's seen us.  She's in her
room."

   "Oh!  Oh dear.  I'd better go talk to her.  Uh, Beth, as long as you're
here, would you like to have dinner with us?"

   What could I say?  There I was, sluttishly naked, bedraggled and sweaty,
filled with her son's cum.  "Uh - I'll have to call my mom, but yes, thank
you!"

   "Good!" She seemed positively chirpy, and politely closed the door
behind herself.

   I exploded with laughter, burying my face against Carl, hugging him.  It
was all just too ludicrous.  I guess I was a little hysterical, but
wouldn't you have been?  I'd just lost my virginity and my sweetheart's
sister and mother had both seen the blatant evidence of my defloration -
there was even a tinge of pink in the juices drying on Carl's penis - or
maybe that was just my imagination.

   And I'd been invited to stay for supper.

   When my laughter finally faded, Carl brought us back to the moment
before his mom had burst in on us.  "Why can't I say 'I love you'?" he
asked.

   Feeling suddenly serious, remembering what had started this whole
afternoon romp, I snuggled against him, his cock still in my hand.  I
couldn't look up at him.  "Because you may regret it later.  There are
going to be some things that happen this week that - well, that you may
have a hard time with."

   "Like what?"

   "I don't know, for sure, yet," I admitted.  "But you remember what your
week was like, and what happened with Karen during her week?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, being naked in school - well, it's already had a - an effect on
me," I confessed.  "I posed for my drawing class, and I'm going to pose for
the photography club."

   "So?"

   "I'm going to do other things, too," I admitted to myself as much to
him. "That's why I so wanted this," I squeezed his dick, "today, with you.
I wanted to make sure you were my first."

   "Oh." He thought this over, obviously drawing the conclusion that while
had been my first, he was not going to be the last or the only one.  "Oh."

   "The time I'll want to hear you say those words, when I'll know you
really mean them, will be - after I've done - something really - really
wanton.  Really slutty.  If you can say it then, I'll know you love me. 
See what I mean?"

   He gulped.  "Like, what are you thinking of doing?"

   "I don't know," I confessed.  "Maybe, like Karen, I'll get gang banged.
Maybe I'll get fucked up the ass, or suck off the football team.  I don't
know."

   He was silent for a long time.

   "Do you think you can handle it?" I asked fearfully.  Oh, I did LOVE him
so MUCH!  I didn't want to hurt him, but I knew, too, that The Program was
going to go on.  "It's part of The Program."

   He stroked me tenderly, kissing my hair.  "I guess I'll have to handle
it," he mused.  "But I do..."

   I stopped him again, finger to his lips.  "No, not now.  Wait, so when
you do say it I know how much you really, really mean it.  Please."

   Grumbling, he subsided.

   "Now, how about a shower?" I asked.  "Before I call my mom."

   "Together?" he asked hopefully.

   I gave his pecker an affectionate squeeze.  "Of course together!"

   "Don't bother with those," Carl said when I reached for my clothes.

   "But your mom, and Dee," I pointed out worriedly.  The shared bathroom
was down the hall.

   He quirked a lip at me.  "I was in The Program week before last,
remember?"

   "Of course I remember," I answered.

   "Well, we - uh - Dee and Mom and me, took full advantage of it.  We did
our homework, you might say."

   "Oh." I'd read that part of the pamphlet, but since it was strictly
voluntary hadn't paid much attention, of course.  I mean, my mom and dad
getting naked in front of me at home?  Never happen!

   "All three of us are nude almost as much as we're dressed these days."

   "Oh."

   Despite Carl's assurances, I was still a little nervous as we left his
room and ventured down the hall to the bathroom he shared with his sister.
But her door was closed, and Carl's mom was nowhere in sight.

   The steaming water sluiced away the evidence of our debauchery (I've
always wanted to use that word, and it seems particularly apt in this
context).  Carl soaped me down, and I soaped him down, both of us enjoying
the simple, sensuous pleasure of exploring each other's body.

   Oh, sure, we both got hot again, and Carl got hard, of course.  But this
time there wasn't any desperate hunger to complete the act.  There was joy
enough in the arousal.  We patted each other dry with big, fluffy towels. I
was going to wrap myself in mine, but he wouldn't let me and we walked back
to his room naked, hand in hand, reassured by the sound of the TV
downstairs.

   "I need to call my mom," I pointed out as we entered his room.  "I
should have called earlier."

   "Help yourself.  The phone's right by my computer," he offered,
gathering up our scattered clothes.

   "Hi, Mom, it's me, Beth," I ventured a little timidly when she answered,
the fabric of Carl's computer chair rough against my bottom, since I was
still naked.

   "Beth!  Where are you?  I was getting worried," she announced, not
unexpectedly, it being after six.

   How time flies when you're having fun!

   "I'm sorry, I should have called sooner, but I got distracted." I was
distracted again by Carl standing behind me, slipping his hands down to cup
my breasts, a handful each with nothing going to waste.  "I'm at Carl's
house." I tried to stop Carl from pinching my nipples, but only had one
hand free, so it was a losing cause.  "His mom invited me to stay for
dinner.  Is that okay?"

   "Of course, dear, as long as we know where you are, you know that's
fine," Mom assured me.  I wondered if she'd feel the same way if she'd
known what we'd done.  "Just don't be too late.  It is a school night, you
know."

   "I know, mom.  I'll be home by nine."

   "Anything interesting happen at school today?" she asked cheerily.

   At school, and after!  I thought.  "I'll tell you about it when I get
home," I answered.  "Gotta go!" Carl's fingers were driving me crazy, and
it was hard to keep my voice steady.

   Just as I hung up and reached for Carl's hands to remove them from my
boobs I heard the doorbell, and his Mom call out something about pizza.

   "Let's go eat," Carl suggested, releasing my breasts to grab my hand.

   "Wait!  Aren't we going to dress?" I asked, a little frantic as he
dragged me toward the door.

   "Not if we want our pizza hot," he answered.

   "But - naked dinner?"

   "Sure, why not?"

   I was trying to muster arguments as he dragged me down the stairs.  I
was hauled into the living room, naked!  I mean, I was NAKED. 
En-Ay-Kay-Eee-Dee, naked.

   Now, I know, you'd think by now I'd be getting used to being naked, but
I WASN'T.  I was naked, in the living room of my boy friend's house!

   Carl was naked, too!

   And we'd just made love in the afternoon!

   And then his sister showed up, and SHE was naked!

   "Hi," she greeted us cheerily, sliding the pizza box onto the coffee
table.

   "Did - did you go to the door like that?" I asked.

   She grinned impishly.  "Uh huh!  Gets me out of tipping the delivery
boy!"

   "Dee, you know what I've told you about that," Carl's mom chided her,
coming in from the kitchen with plates and stuff.  "That poor kid is
working for minimum wage - he needs the money more than the thrill."

   Dee made face.  "Oh, I tipped him, too," she admitted, pulling her chair
out.

   Oh, Carl's mom was naked, too, in case you were wondering.

   Oh wow.

   "It's Beth's turn in the program this week," Carl announced as he pulled
out a chair for me.  He's such a sweetie!

   "I'm sorry this is so casual, but we usually have pizza in here." Carl's
mom nodded as she handed out drinks and napkins.  "I sort of suspected as
much," she noted placidly.  "How is it going?"

   "Oh, it's going," I managed to answer.  "It's kind of embarrassing."

   "And stimulating, I bet," Dee put in cheekily.

   "Now Dee," Mrs.  Walker cautioned her daughter.

   Reminding myself that the whole idea of The Program was to promote
openness, I made myself answer.  "Yes it is," I admitted.

   "You guys Did It this afternoon, didn't you?" the girl persisted, her
little nipples stiff and eager, capping the developing mounds of her
childish breasts.

   "Dee!" Mrs.  Walker said warningly.

   Carl and I shared a look, and I gave him a wink.  "Yes, we did!  I lost
my virginity today!"

   "I'll drink to that!" Dee chirped, raising her glass of milk.

   "Dee!  That is enough of that!" Mrs.  Walker scolded.

   "Oh, that's all right," I assured her.  "I don't mind." That last was
just a little white lie.  Besides, it was kind of exciting to talk about
it, I had to admit.  "But you should wait, young lady."

   "That's what they say," Dee grumbled indicating her mother and brother.
"Was it good?"

   "Very," I assured her.  "But I'm older.  I was ready, and I was lucky to
have a lover as kind and gentle as your brother." I reached for Carl's hand
and gave it a squeeze.

   "When it's time, maybe he could take my virginity, too," Dee suggested
slyly.

   "I'm not sure that's a good idea," her mother quickly put in.

   "But you and Carl..." Dee's mouth slammed shut at the glare she got from
both her mother and brother, leaving me puzzled, and more than a little
curious.  But, since it obviously was not a topic they wanted brought up in
front of me, I held my tongue.

   "So, what happened at school today for you, Carl?" Mrs.  Walker asked
quickly, trying to change to subject.

   Carl shrugged.  "Oh, Freschetti's in the program, too, this week."

   "The halfback?" Dee asked.  "That must be awesome!"

   If you're into hair, I thought, but I didn't say it.

   "I had to pose for my art class," I put in.  "That was interesting."

   "We've got PSATs next week," Carl put in, and from there the
conversation turned to more academic topics, even as we sat naked around
the table eating our pizza.

   Sooner or later, though, it unavoidably returned to The Program, and
Carl and me.  Dee was full of questions, some of which we dodged, some of
which we answered.  As we talked, an idea began to percolate in my mind, an
idea of how the program might be expanded into middle school in a way that
could ease the way.

   It was - well, never mind.  I'll tell you about it later, if it ever
happens.

   "Going to walk home like that?" Carl asked teasingly after dinner, when
it was time for me to head for home.

   "I don't think I'm quite ready for that," I confessed, half wishing he'd
dare me to do it.  I remembered how his deal with Dee had resulted in his
going for a walk with me wearing nothing more than a smile.  What would mom
and dad say if I waltzed into the house naked, my clothes draped over my
arm, or stuffed in my book bag?

   But Carl left it at that, since we were much more interested in sharing
a naked hug and kiss before I dressed.  But when he handed me my bra and
panties, I shook my head, going for just blouse, skirt and shoes.  "I'm
working up to it gradually," I explained, sticking my socks and my new
frillies in my book bag.

   "You need to do more," he argued, carefully unbuttoning the top three
buttons of my shirt, so it was open down between my bare breasts.  "That's
better."

   I looked at my reflection in the hall mirror as we made our way to the
front door, noticing how my shy breasts would be exposed if I moved wrong.
And if there was a breeze that lifted my skirt ...  I shivered inside.

   "See you tomorrow?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye as he held the door.

   I knew he didn't want me to leave, any more than I wanted to go, but I
had to go home and break the news to my parents somehow.  "You sure will,"
I assured him impishly.  I gave him a quick kiss.  "Tomorrow."

   "Tomorrow," he agreed, holding my hand until our arms were stretched,
and finally my fingers had to slip from his.

   I walked home humming that song from "West Side Story." You know the one
- "Tomorrow."

   I was bra-less as I walked home, my shirt half unbuttoned.  I could have
clutched my book bag to my chest, the way I usually did.  Instead, I slung
it over my shoulder.  My nipples scraped against my shirt.  The air toyed
with my bare pussy, teased my chest.  It was dusk, and I was the only
person walking, though a few cars drove by, and I really had to fight some
insane urge to open my shirt, to bare my breasts to their headlights.

   "Hi mom, hi daddy," I greeted my parents, dropping my books on the hall
table and joining them in the living room.  I was a whirlwind of emotions.
I wanted to dance like a dervish for joy, but I also felt old, mature,
serious, and a little scared.  How much should I tell them?

   "How was school?" daddy asked, looking over the top of his newspaper. 
Mom was knitting.  His eyebrows went up at the sight of my unbuttoned
shirt, but he didn't say anything.

   I sat down opposite them, on the sofa.  "I was placed in The Program
today."

   "Oh!"

   "So soon?" mom asked.

   I nodded.  "I was naked in school today."

   Daddy was slowly digesting this.  Mom took it more easily.  "And how did
it go?"

   I gnawed on my lower lip.  "It was embarrassing.  It was - stimulating."
I went on to tell them of my day, how I'd been naked as I'd corrected
Freschetti's work in math class, posed for drawing class, been asked to
pose for the photography club.

   "And how did Carl take it?" mom asked.  Daddy looked serious, older
somehow.

   "That's why I was over at his house.  I wanted to - talk to him about
it." I took a deep breath.  "We made love."

   Daddy's brow furrowed and he was studying his hands as they rested on
the newspaper in his lap.

   "And how was it?" mom asked placidly.  I was getting the feeling she'd
anticipated this.  Or that you could drop a boulder on her and it wouldn't
faze her.  One or the other.

   "It was wonderful," I admitted with a breathless rush.

   "Well, then, I'd say the program was working," mom put in before I could
say anything more.

   Daddy favored me with a smile so tender, so poignant that I had to cross
the room to him and ease myself down on his lap.  "I guess I'm not your
little girl anymore, am I, daddy?" I rested my head on his shoulder.

   He stroked my back tenderly.  "You'll always be my little girl," he said
huskily.  "You know that, pumpkin."

   I nodded without lifting my head.  "Carl's mom and sister did the
outreach part of The Program when he was in it," I went on.  "We - all had
dinner together naked."

   "Dinner?  Naked?  Even his sister?  She's only - what - twelve or so?"
Mom finally sounded surprised.

   "Eleven."

   Daddy cleared his throat nervously and I could feel a lump under my
bottom.  "Would you like us to take part in the outreach program?" he asked
nervously.

   I got up, suddenly uncomfortable in his lap.  "I don't know," I
admitted. Then I took a deep breath.  "But how do you feel about me being
naked around the house?"

   Mom frowned.  "Why, I don't have any problem with it, I guess.  I'm not
sure I'm ready to traipse around naked myself, though."

   Daddy seemed to have something in his throat.  "Well, I guess, since
everyone else is - going to see you, there's no reason we should have a
problem with it."

   I couldn't help it, I had to go over and give him a quick hug and a
kiss, realizing as I did that he could see right into my open shirt. 
"Thanks, daddy.  Thanks mom."

   Taking a deep breath, I finished unbuttoning my shirt and took it off.
Then I unfastened my skirt and let it drop, revealing what I didn't have on
under it.  Carefully stepping out of it, I folded in and put it with my
books, once again marveling at how sensitive my skin was, all over, to the
touch of air.

   Daddy's eyes were shining as he watched me.  "You're beautiful!"

   I curtseyed to him.  "Thanks.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I do have some
homework to deal with."

   I could feel them watching me as I gathered my things and headed up the
stairs to my bedroom.  As I closed the door I could hear some mumbled
conversation, but not what they were saying.

   A little later there was a soft tap on my door.  "We're off to bed,
sweetie," mom announced, and I glanced at the clock - an hour and a half
earlier than usual?

   "Okay, mom.  See you tomorrow."

   "Don't stay up too late, and sleep well."

   "You, too," I bade her, suspecting it would be a while before they were
asleep.

   I waited about fifteen minutes before I tiptoed, bare naked and bare
foot, down the hall.  As I paused outside their door I heard the springs of
their bed squeaking, and suppressed a giggle, turning back toward my own
room.  But when I tried to imagine what they were doing in there, my mind
skittered away once again.

   Like I have said, children should not look too closely at their parents'
sex lives.

   Back in my room, I realized the boy next door was looking at me from his
window, binoculars to his eyes.  I walked to the window to give him a
full-frontal look, and gave him a cheery wave.

   You'll remember, if you've read my story of the week Carl spent naked
that Larry - that's the ten year old boy next door - and I had met during
that week.  I'd been naked in my room one afternoon and caught him spying
on me.  So I'd taken the bull by the horns, so to speak, and done a "show
and tell" for him in our back yard.  I'd promised, too, to let him see me
naked other times - sort of my way of doing some community outreach for The
Program.

   Anyway, Larry gestured toward our back yard, but I shook my head.  I
quick made up a sign with a magic marker, "Tomorrow after school" and held
it up to the window, and he nodded eagerly.

   It was going to be a very interesting week both at home as well as at
school, that was certain!