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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 7

   Wednesday School

   As he'd walked me home, the evening before, the cool night breeze
caressing our naked bodies, I tried to talk Carl into doing school naked
with me the next day, but he weaseled out of it, the fink.  He said he
didn't want to distract anyone from the fine job I was doing.

   Yeah, right!

   So anyway, the next day, there I was, outside the school, about to strip
for the usual audience.  I hadn't thought it was possible to feel more
naked than I already had, but it is.  You wouldn't think that little bitty
patch of hair down there would make that much difference!  Especially mine,
which was - had been - kind of thin, so if you looked hard you could pretty
much see - well, something, anyway, through the haze.

   Now, of course, you could see everything.  I was feeling as bashful on
this, the third day of my exposure, as I had the first morning.  I was
naked as a baby down there now!

   Also, 'cause I was running late - well, ok, I did a touch up shave to
remove stubble - I hadn't bothered with underwear - no bra, no panties, not
even socks, though I had worn loafers, of course.

   Okay, I'd told Carl a fib the day before.  I could have shaved myself,
obviously.  But don't you think it was much more fun having Carl do it?

   Anyway, I toed off my loafers, and dropped my skirt before I even
started to unbutton my shirt, which hung down almost, but not quite far
enough, to hide my new do - or "undo," if you prefer.

   Off came my blouse, and I was as naked as the day I was born, except for
my eye glasses and my little gold cross, that is.  Note, that is Naked - As
- The - Day - I - Was - Born.  Literally.

   There was the usual clutch of boys, of course, as in probably half the
male population of the school, and this time the other girls who were naked
were there, too.  From them I got some stares and whispers.  From the boys
there were some whistles as I bundled up my clothes and dropped them in the
box.

   I almost flinched when I turned around and found Dave Meaghan standing
right in front of me, well inside my personal space, grinning.  "Nice job!"
he commented.  "Can I feel it?"

   Oh God!  There was The Question.  I gnawed on my lower lip, and shot a
look at Carl, but what could I do?  Karen had set the standard, after all.
I nodded tensely.

   Remembering how she'd done it, I spread my feet a bit, and put my hands
behind my head.  It lifted my tits, of course, what there is of them,
anyway, and left me totally vulnerable.

   Dave didn't mess around.  He went right for my crotch, and his hot palm
cupped my naked pussy, making me go right up on my toes, I tell you!  His
hand was kind of rough against my very sensitive skin.  And then he cupped
my breast with his other hand, and all I could do was stand there, with
everyone watching, while he felt me up, pinching my tittie and rubbing my
cunny.

   Well, of course I was turned on!  And of course he could tell, since one
of his fingers lined up right along my slit, where I was juicing like mad!
He slid his finger up into me, and I actually humped my hips forward to
give him better access as my eyes began to cross.

   Then someone elbowed him aside and more pairs of hands were exploring
me, pinching my breasts and cupping and probing my cunt.  And someone was
behind me, touching my ass, slipping their finger into the crack, even, and
teasing my - my - my anal sphincter!

   Okay.  My asshole.  Asshole, asshole, asshole!  There, you satisfied
now?

   Just as that nasty finger was about to worm its way up my butt I was, as
they say, saved by the bell and managed to pry myself loose from my
admirers, of which there were too many.  I latched on to Carl like a limpet
as we headed in to class.

   "You looked like you were enjoying that," he commented.

   Uh oh.  Was he jealous?  I couldn't tell for sure, though I could tell
he was for sure turned on, from the lump in his pants.  "I was," I
admitted, clutching his arm.  "But not the way I enjoy it with you, by a
long shot," I assured him, managing to maneuver his hand into my crotch as
we made our way to our lockers.

   "Honest?" he asked, his fingers playing with my soupy quim.

   I went up on my toes to give him a kiss, humping his hand as I did. 
"Honest!" I assured him sincerely.  "I warned you it was going to be a
rough week, remember?  It's you I love!  I'll see you later?"

   "You did, I remember.  And, well, if you're happy, I guess that's the
most important thing for me.  See you later." He removed his hand from my
crotch and then, with one of those little gestures of his that can just
make me melt, he sniffed his fingers, painted the tip of my nose with my
own juices, and then licked his fingers clean.

   The morning went as normally as could be expected, I suppose. 
Mademoiselle Duclos gave me a wink, and I couldn't help noticing that I got
a whole new set of looks in the hallway, of course, thanks to Carl's
tonsorial efforts.

   "Tonsorial." Did you ever wonder where that term for a haircut came
from? Well, I looked it up in my Funk and Wagnall's!  It comes from the
Latin, tonsori, to shave!

   And here I thought it had something to do with barbershop quartet
singing.

   Anyway, things didn't start to go off the track until lunchtime, when
Stephanie sort of pulled me aside.

   "Uh, have you thought about it?" she asked hesitantly.

   "Thought about what?" I asked, confused.  It had been a pretty confusing
couple of days.

   "About us," she explained, obviously upset that I'd forgotten.  "Never
mind, I can tell..."

   "No!" I assured her quickly.  "I just forgot, honest!"

   My mind was racing.  After all, it hadn't been that long since I'd been
a virgin, never been kissed, and all that, and here I was, contemplating a
lesbian encounter?

   "Never mind," Stephanie insisted, obviously crushed, about to turn away.

   I grabbed her arm, feeling, well, feeling awful at how she was feeling.
"No, wait." Taking a deep breath, I took the plunge.  "Yes, I do want to do
it," I assured her.

   "Really?"

   I nodded, and, to emphasize my sincerity, I actually tugged her hand
into my crotch - my bare, naked, shaven crotch.  "I do!  Stephanie, I told
you yesterday, I love you.  Not necessarily THAT way, but - well, enough
that if you still want to, well, I'd like to - explore the situation a bit.
I really would."

   "Really?" She looked relieved, and hopeful.

   "Really," I assured her.  And I meant it.  I did want to try it!

   "Uhm, are you busy this afternoon?" she asked hesitantly.

   "This afternoon?" Oh my, that was a bit sooner than I'd counted on. 
Carl and I had planned an afternoon, Wednesday being the only afternoon
neither of us had anything after school this week.

   She nodded.  "Uh.  Nobody will be home, and I thought we could go over
to my house?" she ventured hesitantly.

   I saw Stephanie's lips quiver, and realized she had probably worried
about this all night, building herself up to ask.  If I said "not today,"
well, it would mean "not ever," because she'd lose her nerve, or I'd lose
my nerve, and, well, you see where this is going.

   "Uh, okay," I agreed.  I'd just have to work something out with Carl.  I
hated the thought of standing him up, but I hated even more disappointing
Stephanie!  "Yes, sure!" I added more enthusiastically.  "Meet me where I
get dressed and we'll walk home to your place together.  I'll have to call
my Mom when I get there and tell her where I am, is all."

   Stephanie looked so relieved, and so eager!  It reminded me of how Carl
had reacted when I'd said I'd go to the dance with him - that was before we
knew we'd be going naked, even.  "Okay, great!  I'll see you then!"

   Now, of course, I was faced with the problem of breaking the news to
Carl.  We'd already discussed Stephanie's proposition from the day before,
of course, since I could no way keep a secret like that from him.  I hadn't
gotten a real clear reading from him about how he felt about me and
Stephanie - uh - "getting it on," but he understood Stephanie's problem,
and he liked her, so I didn't think it would be a problem.

   So I tracked him down between classes and explained the situation.  He
got disappointed of course, and I was too, because I knew he and I would
have a Good Time.  I wasn't really sure about Stephanie and me having a
good time, you see.

   Then he really surprised me.

   "Uh," he ventured warily, "I like Stephanie, too," he pointed out.  "Uh,
do you think, maybe, uh, I could come along?  Maybe - well, she could - uh
- have me for a comparison?  Sort of like an experiment, I could be the
control?"

   Oh wow.  Now that was not something I'd thought of.  I mean, from one on
one we're suddenly talking menage au trois, as Mademoiselle Duclos would
say - a three-some?

   "Or I'd just watch," he put in quickly.

   Oh sure, I thought.  But then I thought, why not?  "Well, I'm okay with
it," I admitted, "but I'm not sure how Steph will feel about it."

   "Oh." He was disappointed.

   "Look, meet us after school, usual place, and we'll ask her." Besides, I
thought, if the three of us headed off together no one would think anything
funny was going on, would they?  Not that I was into hiding much these
days, but still, why advertise that Stephanie and I were exploring an
alternative life style, if you see what I mean?

   "Okay!" Carl brightened up with that suggestion, so that was settled,
and I headed off to art class, ready to pose yet again, only to have yet
another curve thrown at me when I got there - a bit late - and discovered
we had a new student in the class.

   I'd seen Henry around, of course.  Who hadn't?  He was a senior, and
part of the school district's "Mainstreaming" program - in case you hadn't
guessed we are a very progressive school district - for the handicapped,
which Henry was!

   The kicker here was that Henry was blind!  That's right, as in "visually
impaired," like in totally!  From birth, no less.  He went the seeing-eye
dog route - he had this real sweetheart of a German Shepard mix, a bitch,
named Dity, that's Die-Tee, as in "Aphrodite," he said.  The name was
chosen by Dity's trainer, of course.

   So what, you ask, was a blind guy - oh, he's a senior - doing in drawing
class?  Well, I found out!

   "Beth, you know Henry, don't you?" the teacher introduced him.

   "Oh, sure.  Hi, Henry.  Hi Dity," I greeted his dog politely, but didn't
make any move toward her.  "Can I pat her?" Always ask before approaching a
guide dog or helper dog!  They may be "on duty," and you shouldn't distract
them, remember.

   Henry gave that lopsided smile the blind sometimes do.  "Sure, it's
okay."

   "Thanks." Kneeling down, I gave Dity a good loving.  Her nose was cold,
and she licked my tit, which made me giggle.

   "Henry's a sculptor," the teacher explained.

   "Really?  I didn't know that.  But, how can you?  You're, uh,..."

   "Blind?" he finished for me.  "Oh, sculpting is a very tactile art form.
You don't need to see to sculpt."

   "Really?  I hadn't thought of that!  That's neat!" I gave Dity a last
pat and stood up.  She was showing signs of exploring parts of my anatomy
with her nose that I really didn't want her getting into, if you know what
I mean.

   "Yeah." Henry seemed a little nervous.

   "He was wondering if he could sculpt you," the teacher explained.

   "Sculpt me?" The gears between my ears engaged with a crash and I did a
mental burn-out, you might say.

   You see, Henry sees with his hands.

   Yup, that's right.  He reads Braille, of course, though he also has a
gismo that translates text to speech, and if it's whiteboard work someone
is assigned to explain what's going on up on the board.  But when it comes
to meeting people, he's a toucher.  When you first meet him he asks, very
politely, to "see" your face - he'd done that with me, and his touch had
been gentle as he'd explored the contours of my forehead, eyes, cheeks,
nose, chin, even my lips and ears and hair.  I knew, too, that he'd stored
my scent and the sound of my voice in his head, too, so he could recognize
me at a distance.

   "Sculpt how much of me," I asked.

   "All of you, of course," the teacher answered.

   Henry blushed!  I'd never thought of blind people blushing, but why
would blindness eliminate that reflex, right?

   "Uh - well, I guess so," I agreed.  I mean, it was a reasonable request.
I was already posing for the drawing class.  How likely is it a blind high
school student is going to get a chance with a nude model, after all?

   "But how long will it take?  I can't stay after school, I have an
appointment today."

   "Oh, he'll do it during drawing class.  We'll settle on one, easy pose
for you so we can carry it on through the period, and from one day to the
next for the rest of the week, now that we've done the fast sketches," the
teacher explained.  "That gives us three days."

   "I work in clay," Henry explained.  "Then, if its good enough, I might
even do a bronze casting."

   "Oh.  Wow!" The thought of me being immortalized in bronze was really
something else again!  "Okay, sure!"

   Then I thought of him touching me all over, and almost had second
thoughts.  But no, I wouldn't chicken out!  After all, how many people have
a chance to be cast in bronze, nude or otherwise?

   "Sure," I said.  "Let's do it."

   "Thanks a lot!" Henry's grateful and gentle touch on my hand told me all
I needed to know about how much this meant to him.

   So I found myself posing nude for the drawing class and Henry!  The
teacher had snitched a sort of short, pseudo Grecian column from someplace
- one of those things they put busts on?  - and I stood next to it, resting
my arm on it, standing with one foot forward and pointed out just a little
bit, my other hand just hanging, a little like Michelangelo's "David," only
without the sling - and the dangling genitalia, of course, seeing as how
I'm lacking those.

   Henry was set up in front of me with a table and clay and stuff, to one
side, so he didn't block the students at their easels.  I was glad, because
I'd be able to watch him work as I posed.

   You see, he could have been behind me.  It didn't matter to him where he
was in terms of sight lines, of course.  I noticed, though, that he stood
with his foot right against the platform I was posing on, so he always knew
where to step up, and it was uncanny how unerringly he found me, though I
suppose since the platform was pretty small it wasn't all that hard.

   Anyway, while the others studied me with their eyes and began their
sketches, Henry came up to me to study me in the only way he could.

   "Uh, sorry," he said as he touched my head.

   "It's all right," I assured him, tingling a the thought of what was to
come.

   I closed my eyes as he refamiliarized himself with my face, his fingers
brushing feather-light over my eyelids, my cheeks, tracing my mouth and
ears.

   Then his hands moved down my neck to my shoulders.

   "I just want to get a feel for how you're standing first," he explained.
He was sweet that way, always explaining what he was doing.

   "Sure," I agreed as his fingers found their way down my arms to my
fingertips, tested the space between my arms and my body.  Kneeling he
traced my hips and legs, then back up the inside of my legs.

   It was hard not to move, because it did tickle a little, and when he got
close to my crotch - well, I - oh, you can guess.  But I managed to stay
really still in spite of it.

   Then he went back to his table, and began with a wire frame - I think he
called it an armature - bending and shaping it to match my pose.  From time
to time he came back and touched me again and made a correction in the
armature before he started smoothing clay over the wires.

   His touch was light, shy, I tried to reassure him every time he
apologized, which was often.  Dity laid her head down on her paws, watching
his every move.

   I wondered what sort of mental "image" he was building up of me in his
mind.  Since he never had been able to see I guessed it couldn't be visual.

   He didn't get beyond roughing things out that first day, of course, so
the touching was pretty general, just tracing the general contours of my
arms and legs.  To tell the truth, I was just a little bit disappointed,
but realized as he draped a damp cloth over his work that things would get
more intimate as his project progressed.

   Oh, during a break I did check out the work of the girl who had
concentrated so much on my pussy during the quick sketches.  She'd done
sort of the same thing again, sketching me from my navel to just below my
crotch.  I wondered what she'd say if she knew I was going to probably get
it on with Stephanie that very afternoon.  Was she gay?  I was too shy to
ask, of course, it not being the kind of question one just pops out with,
you know.

   Anyway, Steph and Carl were both waiting for me when I got out of the
building.  They didn't seem to be talking about anything important - like
us, that is - so I just went for my clothes, trying to ignore the crowd of
gawkers that seemed to get as many jollies out of watching me dress as
undress.

   I looked at the skirt and blouse that made up the total of my wardrobe,
and decided the heck with it.  With a shrug, I folded them and stuffed them
into my book bag.  "You guys ready to go?" I asked Steph and Carl as he
took my book bag.

   He's such a gentleman!

   "Like that?" Steph asked, a little surprised, but not a lot.  She'd done
her week, and I knew she'd walked home naked at least once, and so had
Carl, of course, during that week.  It had become a tradition.

   "Sure." I stepped between them, wrapping my arms through theirs so we
could walk with me between them.  I wished all three of us were naked, but
that would have been a bit much to ask of them.

   Some cars passed, and honked, and I waved, but always restored my grip
on their arms, feeling protected and cared for between them.

   "Do you mind if he comes along?" Steph asked at last.  I guess maybe
they had talked before I'd gotten there.  Maybe Steph had even made it seem
like it was her idea.  Whatever.  I was just really glad to be with my two
bestest friends.  "Not if you don't," I assured her.  "And, well, if you
and he want to do it, well, that's okay with me, too.  As long as you and I
get to do it first."

   Steph seemed to relax at that announcement, like she'd been afraid Carl
and I were going to cut her out of the party.  "I'd like that, maybe," she
admitted.  "I just don't know!"

   I squeezed her arm against my left boob.  "Well then, I guess you're
going to find out, aren't you?" I squeezed Carl's arm against my right
boob. "Would you like to do it with her?"

   He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he shot me a shy grin.

   "I've never - done it, you know," Steph admitted, blushing furiously. 
"I mean, with either a girl or a boy.  Even during my week in The Program,
no one asked me.  Only one guy even wanted to touch me, and he was pretty
rough."

   "Oh, during The Program, no one's going to ask you to do that!" I
assured her.  "It wasn't anything to do with you.  It's just, well, that
goes beyond a reasonable request, you see."

   "Oh."

   "The first time Beth and I did it was a first for both Beth and me,"
Carl admitted.  "Everyone has to have a first time."

   "Unless they decided to become a nun or something," I put in.  "Let's
hurry!  I'm horny!  I posed for Henry in art class today - he's sculpting
me."

   "You mean Henry the blind guy?" Steph gaped.

   "The same," I admitted.

   "But he sees with his hands!" Steph pointed out.

   I giggled.  "Why do you think I'm horny?  Come on, let's run!"

   They took my hands, and we ran the last block like we were still kids,
my naked titties jiggling, the sun hot on my bare breasts, the air stroking
me all over.