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 Carl Naked in School Beths Story 1

   by peregrinf

   ------ Synopsis: A shy girl has a crush on Carl Walker.  How does she
deal with him being naked in school?  It is, as they say, an eye opener,
and has quite an effect, on her, and her family.  And she hasn't a thing to
wear to the Homecoming Dance!
Codes: mf cons rom het oral mastrb pett exhib voy sch nud

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   Chapter 1

   I've seen the journal Carl kept about his week "in the barrel," as it
has come to be called at Central High - the week a student has to spend in
the nude.  As you may have noticed, I'm prominently featured in it.  I
thought you might be interested in my side of the story.

   Not that I have any serious issues with Carl's version.  I think he did
wonderful job.  Oh, he made me seem awfully "giggly," at times.  It seems
every third paragraph I'm giggling.  I do not "giggle." Ick!

   Not that I'm given to big belly laughs!  I'm afraid that's just not my
style.  But I don't giggle!  It's more of a chuckle.

   Anyway, the week that Carl spent naked in school marked a huge turning
point in my life, too, as you might guess.

   As he indicated, we're two of the "bright" kids, and boy, do I hate the
way they categorize kids these days.

   Okay, I'm good at math and science, and maybe I catch on to some of the
academic stuff faster than some of the other kids, but Stephanie (you
remember her from Carl's journal?) is a marvelous musician, while I can't
even play chopsticks on the piano we have at home.  And there's a guy named
Steve Winter who's a wizard at fixing cars, but he doesn't read well
because of dyslexia, which puts him on the non-college track, which I think
is unfair.

   People are smart in different ways.

   But anyway, getting back to myself and Carl - and I love to get back to
Carl.  He's my favorite topic of conversation, I admit.  I've had a crush
on him for as long as I can remember.  He hardly knew I existed for the
longest time.  Honestly, boys can be so dumb!

   Not that I'd thrown myself at him.  I mean, I'm not that kind of girl.

   Okay.  I'm shy.  When he actually asked me out to the movies that first
time I was practically a gibbering idiot.  I didn't know what to wear.  I
worried about what we'd talk about.  I didn't know what I'd do if he tried
to kiss me!  Which he didn't, much to my relief, and my disappointment.

   So, when he came out of Miss Mitchell's office naked, well, you could
have knocked me over with a feather!  I'd heard about the program, too, but
didn't really believe all I heard, of course.  You learn that fast in high
school.  So seeing him all naked, right there in school, with an erection
you could hang your coat on - well, that was a shocker, I can tell you!

   Truthfully, I'd never seen a man, or a mature boy like Carl naked, ever
before in my life, even though I have an older brother and a father.  I
suppose Johnny, my brother, saw me naked when I was a little girl getting
my diaper changed, but he's four years older than me, so by the time I was
old enough to remember anything he was old enough to be modest.

   And my parents were pretty modest, too, or at least I always thought so,
until - but that comes later.

   I'd never seen daddy naked, and even mom was pretty discrete, though
we'd had the usual "facts of life" talk when I started to develop, with a
little bit of "show and tell" on her part.  And Michelangelo's "David" was
a source of fascination when I was about 12, I remember.

   So there was poor Carl, naked as a jaybird, blushing from head to toe as
he fled to his first period class.  He brushed past me without a glance,
but all I could do was stare.  I had no idea a man's penis got so big! 
Just the sight of it made me go all weak in the knees, I tell you!

   So I was really looking forward to the first class I shared with him,
which was French with Mademoiselle Duclos, so I could study this whole
phenomenon in greater detail.  It was purely scientific interest.

   NOT!  The sight of his - his hardon - there, I've said it - hardon.

   Hardon, hardon, hardon.

   Well, the sight of that did things to my insides that I'd never felt
before!

   Oh, I'd had sex ed, of course, so I knew the theory, and the dangers of
unprotected sex and all that.  And a friend of mine had found one of her
mom's books that had some pretty graphic drawings, but I'd never seen it in
living color, so to speak.

   In my first period biology class that day the teacher explained the
program a bit, and even went into the problems men have if they're aroused
for a long period of time without relief.  So when Carl walked into second
period French still stiff as a board, I wasn't surprised when he admitted
he needed relief.

   Well, maybe I was a little surprised.  I mean, to have to masturbate,
right there in front of the whole class - I mean, I'd absolutely die!  I'm
glad girls don't have the same problem boys do with prolonged arousal!

   I was in a total swivet, I can tell you.  There's my heart-throb up
there, blushing like a fire engine, stroking his dick.  I was dying for
him, while I was fascinated and horny - at least I think that was what I
was feeling - at the same time.  I had this crazy itch in my crotch and it
was all I could do to keep my hands on my desktop instead of trying to
scratch it!

   Would you believe that I'd never diddled myself?  Well, no, I didn't
really think you would believe that, but it's almost true.  Oh, I'd rubbed
myself down there, of course.  Sometimes after I peed I'd take a long time
wiping myself, I admit.  But I'd never really done it seriously, and I'd
never put anything up inside myself, except tampons, and they don't count.

   And then Carl started squirting semen into the tissues Mademoiselle
Duclos handed him, and I wanted to lap it up!  I was shocked at myself!

   After class, poor Carl was walking all alone to math, while everyone
stared at him, and he looked so woebegone I had to catch up to him.  I'm
like that - always taking care of the world's strays.  I don't know how
many baby birds I tried to rescue as a kid, until Daddy finally got it
through my thick skull that either they'd be all right or they wouldn't -
that was the way of the world.  Our house suffered through an endless
parade of stray cats and dogs, thanks to me.

   Anyway, he seemed awfully glad to have someone to walk with, and I was
glad to do it.  I mean, aside from the fact it got my maternal instincts
perking to comfort the afflicted, I also was happy to be with him 'cause of
my crush on him, too.  And then, I admit, it gave me a chance to study a
naked boy close up, though I was really careful not to let him see me doing
it.

   He was hard again of course, after what Mademoiselle Duclos did to him.
I thought that was really mean of her to use him as a living model while
she taught us French slang!  And the way she touched him, well, that was
really uncalled for.  I know she's French, and maybe they're more open
about this stuff over there, but this is America, after all!

   If you think objectively about it, naked boys look pretty weird with all
that equipment hanging down there, all out in the open.  Girls are much
tidier.

   But then, when it comes to sex, any kind of thinking, objective
especially, pretty much goes out the window, doesn't it?  My powers of
reasoning were pretty much inoperative when I was just talking to any boy.
Now, with Carl, it was even stranger because I had this crush on him - and
I'll try not to keep saying that, but it's true, I do have a crush on him.

   Except, now I think it's turned into something more.  But that's for
later in my story.

   Anyway, here he was, right beside me, totally naked, except for his
shoes and socks.  And he had this hardon that just demanded attention, I
tell you.  When I wasn't watching it myself, I was noticing how everyone
looked at it while trying not to look like they were looking at it.  Boys
and girls both, that is, were looking.

   It was pretty impressive, I thought, not that I had anything to compare
it to.  It was proud!  I mean, anchored in this bush of pale red hair it
stuck out like the bow sprit of a ship.  The shaft was pale, ribbed with
veins.  The cap was rounded, sort of pink, with a little slit at the tip
that kept seeping this clear stuff.

   I kept having this crazy urge to wrap my hand around his cock - there, I
said that, too - cock, cock cock.  I wanted to grab it and just hold it! 
It was crazy!  We'd never even held hands, and I wanted to grab his cock!

   Below it, though I couldn't really see too well walking beside him, was
a dusky sort of sack that had his testicles in it, I knew.  I wondered what
that would feel like, too.

   Well, I know I'm into biology and chem, and I'm thinking of becoming a
doctor, but this whole scene was opening up new vistas for me.  I was
seeing boys, or at least Carl, in a whole new light.  It's easy to
understand why they're so obsessed with sex, with that thing constantly
there to remind them.

   It seems to have a mind of its own, because I'm sure Carl would have
preferred it to just lie down and be quiet.  But no, it had to stand up and
salute everyone in sight.

   So, when Miss Gallison stuck Carl up there in the front of the class, it
did give me another good look at the equipment, so to speak.  And when she
asked for suggestions on math exercises we could do, well, my hand went up.

   I couldn't help it!  I absolutely HATE it when a teacher asks a question
or asks for volunteers and everyone sits there like a dunce.

   I don't think Carl appreciated it very much, though.  I cringed when
Miss Gallison got out a tape measure and measured his penis.  I know she's
a lesbian, of course.  Everyone does, but she's a super teacher and has
never hit on any of the girls, so that's a non issue, as they say.  And I
wish that could be said about all the male teachers at Central, but it
can't.  Ick!

   And then that - that - that - that asshole ...  Well, I'm sorry, but
that's what Freschetti is!  He's always sneering that girls don't belong in
the sciences.  I mean, he is positively Neanderthal!  It's like he never
heard of Marie Curie or Lisa Meitner and the like or something!

   Anyway, that asshole Freschetti opens his fat mouth!  What a jerk.  Talk
about testosterone overload!  Sheesh!  It served him right that he had to
reveal that the great jock had a dick the size of a cocktail frank!  Carl
and I both enjoyed that, I can tell you!

   But I kinda felt bad about Carl having to stand up there while all this
went on, and I sort of added to his agony by volunteering my suggestions.

   Those were the only classes Carl and I have together, darn it, so I
didn't see him for the rest of the day.  He rides his bike to and from
school, and I walk, so sometimes he passes me, but I guess he beat me out
on Monday.

   I had a lot to think about, though.  I mean, there's my dreamboat
showing his stuff all over school, stuff I'd not even dreamed of seeing!  I
mean, I'm just not that kind of girl!

   And then, he's using the girls' locker room at gym?  How would you feel
if your heart throb was consorting with a whole bunch of naked girls in the
shower?  And anytime he needed relief he could ask anyone to help, if he
wanted to, which certainly did not make me happy!  If anyone gave him
relief, it should be me.

   Only the thought of just touching him "down there" gave me the absolute
willies!

   I was - uhm interested - well, okay, fascinated to see him naked, of
course.  But, at the same time, I knew he was going to be going through
hell for a whole week, so I ached for him at the same time.

   I guess you could say I was seriously conflicted by the whole situation.

   Naturally, I couldn't wait to see what went on on Tuesday, so I wound up
getting to school early.  And, of course, I had to be around by the
entrance where Carl was supposed to undress.  I mean, where would you have
been if the object of your crush was stripping down naked in public?

   I was sort of lurking, peeking between people.  Being short has its
disadvantages, but then, it makes it easier to hide, too, because I didn't
want Carl to know I was there.

   So I saw the whole unveiling process through a thicket of torsos and
elbows, I guess you could say.

   I like Carl's body!  He's kind of skinny, I know, but swimming has given
him nice shoulders and pecs, and he has dreamy legs.  His butt is cute,
too, nice and tight, and now that I'd seen it naked I had this mad itch to
grab it and squeeze it.

   But poor Carl.  He was so embarrassed!  He was hot pink, I tell you. 
And then the girls started teasing him, and that was just more than I could
take.  I felt I just had to do something to get him out of that ring of
cats.  That's the only explanation I can give for what I did next.

   I mean, what other reason can there be for me pushing my way through the
crowd, making that wisecrack about "It's not how much you have that counts,
it's how you use it." I mean, how in the world should I know?!

   Schizo, that's what it was.  It could only have been my evil twin taking
over.

   Not that Carl's cock is size impaired.  Anything but, compared to
Freschetti's.  So, I suppose I was defending Freschetti, that ape, rather
than Carl, but never mind, I was obviously not in my right mind anyway.

   I took Carl's arm and led him away, and he came along as docile as any
stray I've ever handled.  He thanked me, and I admitted what I'd said had
probably given everyone the impression that we'd "done it," even though we
were two of probably no more than four virgins in the whole school at that
point.

   And then, when he commented on that, I had to come out with "We could
prove 'em right, you know," as I walked away, twitching my tail like I was
in heat or something!

   I can only blame my evil twin, hereinafter referred to as Myself.

   And as for what happened in Math class, I throw myself on the mercy of
the court.  Carl was asking for help with his not-so-little problem, and
you know me, teacher's pet, up goes my hand to volunteer!

   I can't even blame Myself!  Well, I didn't want someone else doing him!
I mean, I have this crush on him, remember?  How could you forget?

   So, the next thing I know, I'm up in front of the whole class with a
naked boy - Carl, to be specific - and I'm wrapping my hand around his
hardon!

   Jeepers!  I'm STILL wondering how I could do that, even after everything
that happened the rest of that week!

   His cock was hot, and it was hard, with his skin like satin between my
palm and his gristle.  The head of it was softer, and it was leaking the
clear stuff - precum, he called it I found out later.  From a book I
learned that it's a lubricant to make insertion into the girl's vagina
easier, and that it can contain sperm cells, so don't think pulling out
early can prevent pregnancy, 'cause it can't!

   I'd seen how he'd masturbated himself, of course, so I had a good idea
what to do, and I knew what to expect, too.  I could have taken the tissues
Miss Gallison offered, but something inside me said "this is special!" so I
took out my own hanky.

   I felt his cock pulse, saw his gut tighten up and his thighs flex, and
caught every bit of his semen on my hanky!  It smelled musky, not bad, and
I got some on my hand, of course.  It was sticky/slippery, and I carefully
wiped it off, and folded my hanky so it was all on the inside before I
stuck it in the pocket of my skirt.

   I haven't washed that hanky, and I never will!  My mom says I'm a total
pack-rat, and maybe I am, but that hanky marks a real milestone in my life!

   In spite of all that, I was nervous that I hadn't done it right.  So
when he assured me I had, well, that made me feel proud!  And when he
thanked me, and I said "Any time," I really meant it, too, as you'll see
later!

   That was pretty much it for Math class, except Freschetti made an ass of
himself again, as usual.  I heard that he threatened Carl later, too, but
Miss Gallison caught him at it and he had to back off.

   What a dork!

   I didn't see much of Carl on Wednesday.  Well, I mean, I SAW him of
course in French and Math, but he didn't ask for relief, and we walked from
French class to Math together, of course.  I heard about the cheerleaders
cheering him on as he undressed, and Peggy Schwarz taking pictures that
morning.  I guess they all thought it was funny, but I felt sorry for Carl.

   And then Carl gets paddled at lunchtime for not tattling on Freschetti!
I mean, how unfair is that?  If he'd told on Freschetti, Carl would have
been pulped, if not by Freschetti then by the rest of the football team!

   I didn't see the paddling, but I did hear it left Carl horny.  Funny
what can turn a guy on, if you ask me.  I heard, too, about him getting
masturbated by Stephanie in gym, at the pool, and I was kind of jealous. 
But, at least it was Stephanie, not that slut Marilyn who gave him a blow
job in Civics on Tuesday!  I heard about THAT, too!

   Stephanie and me are kind of friends - not close friends, but friends.
She's really a sweet girl, and like I said, she's a crackerjack musician.
It's not her fault she's kind of fat.  I think Carl asked her to do it
because he felt sorry for her.  I'm glad he did, in that case, but I was
still a little jealous, I admit.

   Anyway, Carl and I talked about it when we walked home together that
afternoon, so it's all right.  Poor Carl, his butt was still sore from the
paddling, which was why he was walking his bike, I guess.

   But I also vowed to myself that the next time Carl needed relief he was
going to get it from ME, and nobody else!  I realized I was beginning to
talk to myself a bit too much, but Myself, my evil twin that is, had become
very assertive!

   Carl and I talked a little bit about his being naked, how Karen Wagner
was walking the streets naked, even.  When Carl pointed out that I might
get sucked into the program I felt like I'd been gut-punched.  I'd been in
denial on that, I guess, and to hear him suggest it scared me.

   When he admitted he'd like to see me naked, though, that gave me a
funny-in-a-good-way feeling in my tummy, scary and exciting at the same
time.  And I kind of liked the idea of seeing him walking down the sidewalk
naked, too.  I guess maybe I was getting used to seeing him naked in school
and the change made it exciting.

   He got me thinking when he suggested I try going naked at home, when no
one is there.  It gave me a tingle to think of it.  Like I said, my family
is really modest.

   When I did get home, mom wasn't there and daddy was at work, of course.
Mom's a housewife, and don't you ever say "ONLY a housewife"!  You try
managing a family some time and see how you do!

   Anyway, according to her note, mom wasn't going to be back until almost
dinner time.  I went up to my room and put my books on my desk, still
thinking of what Carl had suggested, and toyed with the buttons of my
blouse.

   I always change out of my school clothes, of course, into shorts and the
like.  This time, after I took my blouse and skirt off and hung them up and
kicked off my shoes I hesitated, standing there in my underwear.  Then, I
watched myself in the mirror in my room as I took off my bra - which, I am
reluctant to admit, I don't really need.  I mean, in the boob department I
could be listed as deprived!  I'm barely a thirty-four B cup!  Well, maybe
I'm exaggerating even that.

   Still, I've got something there.  Maybe only a bit more than Arnold
Schwartzenegger, but softer, at least.

   Feeling a little shaky, I shoved my panties down and stepped out of
them, and there I was, wearing nothing more than my socks and the cross on
the chain around my neck.  Skinny little me, I thought.  Five foot two, a
hundred and three pounds, dripping wet.

   I hadn't grown any in a year, so I figured this was it.  I looked like a
kid!  I didn't even come up to junior petite in the shops!  I was still
buying stuff in the children's section!

   Not that fashion is a big interest of mine.  I'm sort of a "little
joanie one note" when it comes to clothes.

   Don't even ask me how I compared with the girls in my gym class!  That
was a sore point with me, one that Myself seemed to take sadistic glee in
reminding me of, I might add.

   Still, I was mature, physically.  My period was regular, and only a
little crampy.  I had boobs, modest as they were.  I had pubic hair, a
little patch of brown to veil my labia.  I had hips and a waist, and nice
legs, even if they were short.

   Dancing on one foot at a time, I tugged off my socks so I was really,
truly naked.  Then I opened my bedroom door and ventured timidly out, even
though I knew I was the only one home, the touch of the air making my
nipples stiffen.

   The carpet was scratchy under my bare feet as I ventured downstairs,
aware of the windows, wondering nervously if anyone could see in.  I
thought of being like this in school, with everyone looking at me, and the
tingle in my pussy grew stronger.

   The kitchen floor was cold underfoot, and when I opened the refrigerator
to get a snack I felt cold air swirl around my legs.  The sun coming in the
kitchen window was hot on my back and bottom.  I turned and moved, so it
played over my breasts, enjoying the warmth.

   I walked all over the house that way.  I went downstairs to the family
room, sat on the daybed.  I wandered around through the dining room and
into the living room.  Through the living room windows I saw people out on
the street, but they didn't notice me or couldn't see me, I guess.

   It was exciting to be naked!  It was a little frightening.  What if
someone came to the door right at that moment?  But it felt free and made
me conscious of my whole body, too.  Air was touching me in places it
usually didn't touch.

   I was even tempted to venture out into the back yard, but it isn't
really screened from the neighbors, so I chickened out on that.

   Finally, I headed back upstairs and sat down at my desk, still naked, to
do my homework, enjoying the feeling of doing something so normal while I
was nude!

   I thought, too, of being naked at school, and could feel my cheeks
heating up.  I couldn't!  All those people looking at me?  I'd die.

   I have Carl's picture up on my mirror, of course, clipped out of last
year's yearbook.  He was looking right at me!  What would he say, or do, if
he saw me like this?  I felt like I was going to wet myself at the thought.

   My hand nested between my thighs and I pressed against myself - my - my
- pussy!  Pussy, pussy, pussy!  My finger slipped into my slit and found my
clitoris.  I know all the fancy words, after all!  I pressed my clit
against my pubic bone and the feeling triggered flames all through me, and
I pinched my nipples, making them harder as I watched myself in the mirror.

   I'd never done it quite like this before, honest!  I watched myself in
the mirror.  I saw Carl watching me - well, his picture, that is.  My
finger wiggled against my slippery little clit - I could feel myself
juicing up down there!

   I pressed harder, then let my finger slip lower, slip into my - my - my
CUNT.  My cunt, my cunt, my CUNT!

   And all of a sudden something marvelous was happening to me.  It was
like waves of pleasure were sweeping over me, stronger than anything I'd
ever felt before.  My pussy muscles were pulsing, my tummy muscles were
clenching, my thighs clamped around my hand.

   I had an image of Carl in my mind as it happened.  He was naked,
stroking his hardon, and smiling at me as I was washed away in a flood of
pleasure that left me breathless and weak.

   For a long time all I could do was slump there at my desk while I caught
my breath.  I felt all weak and soft, limp.

   I was still shaken to the core when I managed to get back to my
homework, once in a while looking up at Carl's picture, and stroking myself
between my thighs.

   Okay, stroking my pussy.  I was stroking my pussy, and it felt good, and
I wasn't ashamed.

   I didn't dress until I heard mom's car in the driveway, and then I just
threw on my shorts and shirt, not bothering with underwear!