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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.
Codes: mf ff cons rom reluc les het span gang 1st oral mastrb pett exhib
voy teach sch

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   Chapter 6

   Tuesday Evening

   "I'm going over to Carl's for a little while," I announced cheerily from
the living room doorway.

   Daddy looked up from his newspaper and his eyebrows soared into his
hairline.  "Like that?"

   I looked down at myself, and I do mean My Self, unadorned (but for my
usual little gold cross and chain) from head to toe.  "Uh huh!"

   "Have a nice time, dear," my mother responded with a smile, looking up
from her knitting.  "Don't be late."

   "Nine o'clock, I promise," I assured her.

   Daddy was turning pink again.  He was holding the newspaper in his lap.
"Naked, on the streets?"

   "It's part of the program, dear," my mother explained patiently.

   Daddy frumped.  "Oh, well.  Is your homework done?"

   "Yes, daddy."

   "Uhm, well, uhm - be careful," he urged.

   "Yes, daddy," I agreed soothingly.

   "And don't be late!" he ordered, trying to be stern.

   "No, daddy.  Nine o'clock."

   "Nine o'clock," he agreed.

   I turned to go, and hesitated with my hand on the knob, summoning my
courage.  My heart racing, I opened the front door and stepped out into the
evening air, naked.

   It was a little cool, but not bad.  My nipples stiffened at the insolent
touch of the breeze.  Mr.  Magruder was out across the street and did a
double take.

   "Hi, Mr.  Magruder," I greeted him with a cheery wave.

   "Hi, Beth," he responded.  "Part of The Program, huh?"

   "Yeah," I admitted as I reached the sidewalk.  "See you later."

   "See you later."

   I could feel his eyes on me as I walked down the street.  The sun was
low in the west, a big orange ball.  A car went by and the driver honked
and waved, so I waved back.

   Oh, gosh I was naked!  On the street!  I couldn't believe I was doing
this, but I was.  Even after two days naked in school, two days of posing
for the drawing class, an afternoon of posing for the photography club, and
a roll on the grass with the neighbor kid and his friends, and even naked
at the dinner table with mom and daddy, this was - well, it was just
Something Else Again!

   The sidewalk was cold and gritty under my bare feet, and I had to be
careful of pebbles and stuff.  I suddenly realized my fists were clenched
and my arms stiff with tension and I had to force myself to relax.

   I reached the corner, and turned toward Carl's house.  More cars went by
and I managed to avoid cringing and ducking for cover.  I remembered how
Carl had talked about how sensuous it was to be naked outside, and
understood better than ever now.  It was so - so - intimate to have the air
touching me all over out there in public!

   I was sensitive to that touch, and that seemed to heighten all my other
senses.  The air smelled sweeter, the birds were louder, I could hear the
sounds of televisions on in some of the houses, a radio playing, a kid
practicing piano.  The color of the sky was more intense and I saw shadings
there I had no words for.

   Everything was just - well, it was just MORE.

   My heart speeded up again as I went up the walk to Carl's door, and I
realized I should have called.  What if he wasn't there, or he was seeing
someone else?

   I almost turned back, but then I scolded myself for lacking faith in
him, and rang the doorbell.  I was surprised, and a little relieved when
Mrs.  Walker answered the door in the nude.  Carl's family was continuing
even after his time in The Program had ended.

   "My, don't you look nice.  Carl is upstairs," she explained as she let
me in.  "I assume that's who you came to see."

   "Oh, yes, Mrs.  Walker, thank you."

   "Why don't you go up.  I'm sure he'll be glad to see you," she assured
me.

   "Can I watch this time?" Carl's sister asked eagerly.  She was as naked
as her mother, and I swear her breasts had grown since the last time I'd
seen her nude only a few days ago.  She was maturing fast, physically, at
least.

   "No, you may not, young lady," Mrs.  Walker answered firmly.  "You leave
them in peace.  Have you finished your homework?"

   "No," Dee admitted sulkily, tramping up the stair ahead of me.  "Hey,
dork, your cunt's here to see you," she announced as she passed Carl's
door.

   "Dee!" Mrs.  Walker snapped from the bottom of the stairs.  "That's
fifty cents, and an apology!"

   "I'll put money in the jar later.  I'm sorry," the girl apologized
insincerely, her door slamming behind her.

   But I really didn't mind, I understood how she felt.  Besides, the
exchange had reminded me of something I wanted to talk to Carl about, too.
"Hi, are you busy?"

   "Hey, hi," he greeted me.  He was naked, too, and his cock rose to greet
me, and he got that look in his eyes that made me go all warm and runny.  I
scolded myself for ever doubting him.  "Just doing some extra credit stuff
for math is all.  What brings you over?  You could have called."

   "Not for this I couldn't," I argued, plunking myself down in his lap,
careful to let his cock slip up between my thighs.  After tickling it's
pink cap, teasing a quick gush of pre-cum out of it, I wrapped my arms
around him and hugged him to me, loving the feel of his skin against mine.

   "I guess not," he agreed after we'd kissed for a long time.  He cupped
my naked tit and toyed with my nipple.  "Should I close the door?"

   "Mmmm, maybe," I agreed coyly.  "I need your help on something."

   "What's that?" he asked as he eased me off his lap and went to shut his
door.

   I nibbled my lip.  "Do you have scissors that are good for cutting hair,
and a razor?"

   "A razor?  Sure, I used an electric one.  And my mom cuts my hair, you
know that."

   "That will do fine," I assured him.

   "In the bathroom," he said, opening his door again and leading the way.

   "We can do it in here," I said, closing the bathroom door behind me as
he got his razor and a pair of barber scissors out.

   "Do what?"

   Sometimes for a smart boy he can be kind of stupid.  I sat down on the
toilet seat and spread my legs, combing my fingers through my shy little
bush of brown.  "Didn't Mademoiselle Duclos say something about how it's
nicer for the boy if the girl has shaved her - uhm - 'chatte'?"

   Carl turned pink.  "You mean..."

   "I thought about trying to do it myself," I explained demurely, "but
it's really hard to see, so I thought, maybe you'd like to help me?"

   His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.  "Sure!"

   I leaned back against the toilet tank, and scooched my butt forward so
my pussy was beyond the toilet bowl, spreading my legs.  "If you move the
wastebasket under me you can catch my hairs in it," I suggested.

   There was kind of an awkward moment while he got the wastebasket in
place.

   "Careful not to cut me," I cautioned as he knelt between my spread legs
and moved in with the long, pointy pair of scissors.

   "I will be," he assured me softly, his fingers toying with my pussy.  He
gripped some of my hair, angled the scissors carefully, and - snip - the
first cut was made.

   Instead of letting the hairs drop, he carefully set them on the edge of
the bathtub.  "I'm going to save those," he said, with a bashful grin.

   "Can I have some for my scrapbook?" I asked, touched that he'd thought
of that.

   Snip.  He added another clutch of hairs beside the first.  "Sure.  Those
are for you."

   I loved the feel as he slowly clipped my pussy hair as short as he
could, careful not to pinch me in the scissors, letting the rest of the
clippings drop into the wastebasket.

   It only took a few minutes for him to give me a real short cut down
there, since I didn't have very much to begin with.  I brushed myself with
my fingers, feeling the bristles, and giggled.  "Now the razor," I said.

   "Now the razor," he agreed with a grin, and it buzzed to life.

   When he touched me with it the vibrations when through me like an
electric shock, I tell you!  I'd sort of anticipated that, looked forward
to it, even, but when it came I almost squealed.  He started at the top,
and the razor rasped as it chewed away at the stubble, the vibrations
drilling through me.

   He began at the top, but stopped short of the top of my slit and went
down the side.  I spread my legs wide, and he pushed my labia over, first
to one side, then the other so he could get close to my thighs.  He saved
the center part and the little bit just above my slit for last, teasing me
on purpose, I think, because he grinned up at me as he moved the razor
downwards at last at the very upper part of my slit - right toward where my
clit lurked so shyly.

   "Ooooohhhhhhhh," I moaned as the vibrations of the razor got stronger.
Then they faded as he carefully finished the lower part of my labia.  I
felt cheated.  He'd left a little patch of bristles right above my cunny.

   But then he moved back up on me again, and this time lingered right at
the upper edge of my pussy, and I spread my legs wider apart than ever as
he worked the buzzing razor lower and lower.

   Until he was right over my clit, my labia vibrating like mad against
that nervy little button.

   Oh, wow!  I tell you!  It was like being plugged into the power grid!  I
finally had to push the razor away so I could catch my breath.

   "How's that?" he asked.

   "Do you have a hand mirror?"

   "Sure." He gave it to me and I held it so I could see better.

   I looked like a baby down there.  My inner labia were sticking out,
obviously aroused.  I petted myself, fascinated by the smoothness of it. 
It was really sensitive!

   "How about some aftershave?" he asked, getting down a bottle of lotion.

   I giggled.  "Okay, sure!"

   He poured some in his hand and spread it between his palms, and began to
smear it on, the scent filling the little bathroom.

   "WOW!  That stings!" I yelped.

   "Oh, sorry," he stopped, but I grabbed his hand.

   "NO, don't stop!  Do it some more!" I liked it, but didn't have the
nerve to say that to him.  I think he could tell anyway.

   "Uh - okay," he agreed.

   I hissed as he rubbed more of the astringent lotion onto my sensitive
pussy, making my crotch burn.  Daringly, I reached down and spread my labia
so some got on my clit, and I thought I'd caught fire down there.

   "Wow!  That burns!  Wash it off!" I pleaded desperately.

   And my sweetie did just that, in the best way possible!  Instead of
going for a washrag, he just, well, leaned into the job in the most
personal fashion.  I thought the after shave stuff must taste pretty awful,
but he didn't seem to mind.  The touch of his warm tongue bathing my clit
was all it took to put out one fire and start another.  I threw my legs
wide and grabbed his ears and tried to stuff his head right inside me!

   It didn't take him long before he got an even better idea and decided to
hose me down instead.  He pulled away, got to his knees and came toward me
with his cock, sinking that deep into my more than ready cunny.  Oh wow!  I
mean, like he just filled me up with that lovely hardon of his.

   The only trouble was, the toilet wasn't exactly the most comfortable
connubial bed, if you know what I mean, not that I didn't want to get fully
plundered.  So I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his
waist.  "How about we finish this in your room," I suggested.

   He straightened up, and I went with him, hanging on him, keeping his
cock in me.

   "You could get off, you know," he suggested, grunting.

   I giggled.  "No!  Giddyup!" I dug my heels into his back.

   "But what about Dee?" he asked, struggling to his feet.

   "She's in her room," I answered, steadying us with a hand on the wall
while he got his balance and opened the bathroom door.

   "Uhmph!" he grunted.

   Don't let anyone tell you swimmers aren't strong!  He'd told me about
the weight training the coach had him do, and it paid off right then.  He
got to his feet and turned toward the door, banging it open and lurching
down the hall with me hanging on him like a monkey on a tree, his dick
still socketed in me.

   "Mom!  They're doing it in the hallway now!" his sister Dee protested,
popping out of her room to see what the commotion was.

   "Just leave them alone, dear," his mother called from downstairs. 
"Carl, please do it in your bedroom, not in the hallway."

   I buried my mouth in Carl's shoulder to stifle my giggles at the way Dee
was looking at us.  By wiggling my eyebrows and rolling my eyes I tried to
tell her to follow us.  Bright as a button, she caught on and trailed us
into Carl's room, softly closing the door behind herself.

   Not knowing Dee was there, Carl didn't mess around, he basically fell
onto the bed with me underneath him, the springs protesting mightily.

   I let out a whoop that was probably heard in Toledo!  For a second I
thought he was going to run me through!  Then he began to pump me and I
spread myself wide, humping my hips up, aided by the recoil of the bed
springs while he went at me like a pile driver, our bodies clapping carnal
applause.

   I looked over at Dee, who was standing back by the door, eyes as big as
saucers, watching her brother's cock piston in and out of me.  She had one
hand jammed into her crotch, and was pinching her little tittie with the
other - did I mention she was naked, too?  I guess I did.  Anyway, her
little titties were stiff as pencil erasers, and her fingers were real busy
in her hairless little quim.

   Okay, I admit it, it gave me a real kick to know we were being watched
by his barely pubescent sister!  I mean, she was seeing the Whole Thing, up
close and very personally.  I kissed Carl and he kissed me, and kept right
on humping until I started to cum like gangbusters.

   Then Carl dug in and shoved deep and I felt him cumming in me and I
clutched his clenching butt cheeks as he unloaded his cream into my
spasming cunt as I answered his cumming with one of my own.

   Finally he ran down, and I ran down and we sort of went all limp.  Dee
let out a moan and slid down to sit on the floor with a thump, her legs
spraddled wide, catching Carl's attention as she did.

   "Dee!" he hissed, "what're you doing in here?"

   I giggled, soothing Carl with a touch.  "It's all right.  I sort of
invited her," I admitted.

   "You did?!"

   "Uh, yeah." I suddenly was afraid I'd really upset him.  "I just thought
- well, I'm not sure what I thought.  It seemed like a good idea at the
time."

   "Oh, God," he moaned, rolling off me, his dick slurping out of my naked
pussy as he sprawled on his back, putting his arm across his eyes.  "My own
sister!"

   I sort of waved Dee out of the room and she gathered herself up and
slipped out quietly.  "She's gone," I assured him.  "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to upset you."

   "My own sister!" he protested again.

   "Would it have been better if it had been a stranger?" I teased, rolling
toward him to snuggle him, sliding my hand down to cup his sticky dick.

   "Anyone but my sister!" he complained.  "Except maybe my mom," he added.

   I wrestled with my reservations, but decided this was as good a time as
any to broach the idea I'd had.  "Speaking of strangers, you know that
community service project we're supposed to do this year?" I asked.

   He frowned at me.  "What's that got to do with anything?"

   I toyed with his sticky dick.  "Have you found one yet?"

   "No," he admitted.  "Have you?"

   "No, but I have an idea of something we could do together," I answered.

   "What's that?" he asked.

   "Well, you know they're extending The Program into Middle School next
year?"

   "Uh huh," he agreed warily.

   "And you know how eager your sister was to - uh - watch us - uh - do
It?"

   "Uh huh," he agreed even more warily.  "You're not suggesting what I
think you're suggesting, are you?"

   Well, he is a high honors student, after all, like I told you.  I knew
he'd catch on without me having to spell it out for him.  "Uh huh," I
answered.  "We could help out with their sex ed classes as part of a
preparatory program for them."

   He said, "Oh God!" and closed his eyes.

   His cock said "Oh God" too.

   Well, not in so many words, but the idea sure did appeal to his libido,
judging by the way his dick's tumescent reaction.  I had to admit, my own
pussy was steaming at the thought.  When it comes to sex, well, I don't
know about adults, not being one yet, but teenage glands do not react
rationally, they really don't!

   I sort of slid over him, my head on his chest, looking down at his
hardon, still sticky with my juices and his cum as I milked it slowly.

   "We could serve as models for the anatomy lessons," I explained.

   "And?" he asked.

   I moved my head down to his nice, flat tummy, closer to his dick.  "And,
well, maybe show them out to masturbate." I pumped my hand on his cock like
I was demonstrating, and it responded nicely.

   "And?"

   I slipped my head lower, my mouth watering at the thought of what I was
about to do.  He'd eaten me out, more than once, but never once had he
asked me to suck his cock.  "And, well..."

   And I did it, I kissed his cock, just the tip at first, my tongue
teasing it, tasting his seepings and my juices.  "And maybe show them some
foreplay." I let my mouth slide down farther on his hot hardon.

   "And?" He was sounding kind of choked now.

   I slid his cock out of my mouth.  "And other stuff," I answered, before
sliding my mouth around his cock and farther down on it, until it rubbed
against the back of my tongue.

   "Oh God," he moaned, his hands stroking my hair.

   "Mmmmmm," I purred, making love to his cock with my mouth.

   "You're crazy," he sighed as I sucked his cock, sliding my head up and
down, up and down on his flat stomach, sliding his cock farther to the back
of my mouth with every stroke.  I got up on my knees so I could do it
better, crouching over him like a predator.  I moved to straddle his legs,
and eased my pussy down toward his feet, hoping I could get his toes into
it.

   He held my head, and his hips began to hump, and I DID manage to get his
toes in my crotch and began rubbing my pussy against them.  I was drooling
wave after wave of spit down his dick and I tried to swallow his cock head,
fighting my gag reflex until I finally got past it, risking needing to be
Heimliched, except extraction was easy since his dick was still attached,
of course, so that wasn't really a worry now, was it?

   And Carl is so sweet!  Oh, not that way!  I mean, he actually warned me
that he was about to cum!  Not that I was about to miss the chance to taste
his cum, you understand, but he gave me the chance!

   I clamped down on him like a sucker fish or something instead, fucking
myself on his toes as I did.  I felt his cock pulsate, even felt the first
spurt shoot along it and into my mouth, and he flooded me with this thick,
gooey stuff that tasted a little salty was all, and I swallowed it down
until he was all done and I was sucking on a shrinking dick and my own
cumming was fading away to aftershocks.

   "Mmmmmmm," I purred, spitting him out, sliding up along him to lie on
top of him.  I kissed him with my cummy lips, and he tasted himself out of
my mouth.

   "So," I said at last.  "What do you think?"

   "About what?" he asked dopily.

   I really think someone had it right when they said God gave man a brain
and a dick but not enough blood to run them both at the same time!

   "About my community service project idea," I said.

   "I think The Program has made you crazy," he answered, stroking my naked
back.

   "Crazy in love with you," I countered.  "That's a good thing."

   "Mmmmmm," he agreed.

   I nibbled at his lips.  "But will you do it?"

   He thought a minute, and I knew what he was thinking, and maybe I was
thinking the same thing, because the idea did scare me a little bit.  Well,
more than a little bit.  If the idea hadn't come out of my own mouth, and
if I hadn't been snuggled on top of my sweetie, I would have freaked out
completely.  I mean, I'm a girl who never auditioned for a school play
because of my stage fright, and here I was thinking of putting on a sex
show for a bunch of middle schoolers!

   I can only say that my Evil Twin must have taken over my body.  Now that
I'd come out with the idea I could see just how crazy it was anyway.  Crazy
enough that I probably didn't need to worry about it ever happening, in
fact.  Who in their right mind would let a couple of horny high school
juniors do a show-and-tell for middle schoolers about sex?!?!

   Nobody, right?

   Right?

   Right???

   "Why don't you ask The Powers That Be," he suggested.  "If you can get
them to go along with this crazy idea - well, I guess maybe I might."

   "Okay, I will," I agreed, praying the idea would never get past first
base, wondering who I'd have to ask.  I'd have to start with my adviser, I
thought, who happened to be Mademoiselle Duclos, and right then I suddenly
realized I might just be in deep doo-doo, because, as we all know, she is
an enthusiastic supporter of The Program, as you might have gathered
already.

   And then, of course, I'd have to ask the coordinator of The Program, and
that was none other than the biology teacher who, in front of Karen's whole
class, no less, had stripped and taken a butt plug up the rear during her
little sex ed session!

   The doo-doo was getting deeper by the minute, so I decided to stop
thinking about it and dragged Carl off to the shower so we could clean up,
and then he walked me home - and both of us were naked!