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 Carl Naked in School Beths Story

   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!
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   Chapter 2

   That evening, after the way I spent the afternoon, I was restless, like
something was sort of chewing away inside me.  So, after dinner I decided
to go for a walk.

   Only, before I did, I did go upstairs and put on the underwear I'd left
off earlier.  It had been a spooky feeling, eating dinner knowing under my
blouse and shorts I was naked, but I wasn't quite ready to face the world
without that armor yet.

   Of course, I'd been thinking of Carl, and sure enough, I found myself on
his street.  Like I didn't mean to go there?  I don't know.  All I know is,
that's where my feet carried me.  I guess in the back of my mind I was
hoping he'd be out, that I'd see him.

   No!  I KNEW that was what I had been hoping.  Only he wasn't out, of
course.  What did I think, that he'd be out there waiting for me to walk
by? Sometimes I can be a real dork!

   Still, I kept hoping he'd be there, like maybe he'd come out to get the
mail or something.  I must have walked around the block three times, and
even after that I paced up and down the block a half a dozen more times,
studying his house, sending thought messages, hoping he'd come out.  There
were grass clippings on the sidewalk, I noticed, so he must have mowed the
lawn, which meant he'd already mowed, so he wouldn't be coming out for
that. It smelled good, sweet and succulent.

   Is succulent the right word?  I wished I was taking Mr.  Turner's
creative writing class with Carl.

   Finally, screwing my courage to the sticking point, my heart hammering,
my mouth dry, I went up the walk and rang the doorbell, hoping maybe Carl
would like to go for a walk with me.

   I kept asking myself what I was afraid of.  The worst he could do was
tell me to go away, right?

   The brave man (or woman) dies but once, the coward dies many times, I
thought as I waited on the porch, slowly dying.

   Then his sister, Dee, opened the door, and I felt liked I'd been given a
reprieve at the last minute.  I didn't really know her.  She's four years
younger than Carl, I knew, but no more bratty than the average 11 year old,
I guess.

   "Uh, is Carl home?" I asked nervously.

   She led me into the living room to wait.  "I'll get him," she offered.

   "Thanks." I was left with a puzzling image as she practically leaped out
of the room with what sounded like a soft cackle of glee.

   A few moments later she was back, Carl following her into the living
room.  He was naked, and from the look on his face, and his sister's, I
suddenly realized I had walked into some sort of a Sibling Situation.

   No matter what, just the sight of him was enough to send my heart into
palpitations, and my knees got weak.  I think that would have happened even
if he'd been fully dressed.

   Of course, I'd seen him naked at school, but here he was, at home,
naked! And his sister was right there, too, in a tee shirt and shorts. 
Now, why should that be so different from him being naked in front of a
whole class?  She's family, after all.  It should be more normal, not less,
shouldn't it?

   I felt like I was some kind of an intruder.  There was some kind of a
sub-text running here, I was sure of that!

   Whatever it was, Dee was obviously getting a great kick out of all this,
while poor Carl was blushing like a sunset at the beach.

   Of course, I also couldn't help noticing that his cock had risen like a
rocket the moment he saw me.

   Now, I'm a scientist, remember, I told Myself sternly, so let us analyze
this as objective observers, using the cause-and-effect framework of the
dispassionate scientist.

   Oh yeah, sure!  Myself answered back, but I swatted it down.

   Now, bear in mind, I told Myself, this is not a controlled experiment.
But notice, when the subject, Carl, entered the room, his penis was limp -
or, at most, only half-hard.

   Subject, Carl, sees me, Beth.

   Call me "stimulus."

   Stimulus?  Myself asks, helpfully pointing out my many figure
inadequacies, reminding me that I am fully dressed and about as sexy as a
Raggedy Ann doll.

   I sternly told Myself to shut up, to little avail, as I endeavored to
retain my scientific detachment in the face of rampant masculine nudity.

   Observe, I told Myself.  Subject's cock immediately goes from semi-erect
to fully erect.  Said reaction did not take place when his sister (call her
"control factor") went to summon him, only after the subject, namely Carl,
had seen stimulus, namely me.

   Wow!  Even Myself was impressed!  I felt that exciting tingle down in my
tummy again, and resisted the urge to scratch that itch between my thighs.
Oh, that would be truly gauche, I told Myself sternly, while Myself
reminded me how good it would feel!

   It took threats, but Carl eventually got Dee out of the room and he and
I did a little chit-chat.  I finally managed to explain that I was
wondering if he wanted to go for a walk, but added that in view of his -
uhm - state, maybe he wouldn't.

   I felt a rush of joy when he said he would like to, but before he could
make a move to get some clothes on Dee, who obviously had gone no further
than the hallway and was eavesdropping, reminded him of their deal.

   Ah hah!  Eat your heart out, Nancy Drew.  I'd found The Subtext!  A
deal, but what kind of a deal?

   So, he had to explain it, blushing all the while, of course.  It turned
out he'd agreed to be naked until bed time if she'd do dinner and the
dishes!  But he did still want to take a walk with me.

   "If, that is, you don't mind being seen with me like this," he added,
indicating his clothing deprived state.  His cock was still pointing at me
like a homing missile, of course.

   So I said, "Oh!  You guys take deals seriously!" and Dee said "Darn
straight" and at that point Carl set out after her with malice
aforethought, leaving me to wrestle with the dilemma he'd handed me.

   Did I want to go for a walk with him?

   More than anything.  I just wanted him to myself, to be with him. 
Besides I had already asked him, hadn't I?  I couldn't just stand him up
now, without looking like a total dweeb.

   But with him naked?  That did change the equation somewhat.

   I was still wrestling with this when he came back.  All I could think of
to say was "I don't mind, if you don't," trying to volley the ball back to
his side of the court, and putting it right in the net, of course!  He'd
already said he'd do it, after all.

   It took a few minutes for him to negotiate the issue of shoes and socks
- well, no that was negotiated quickly, in his sister's favor, but he
disappeared upstairs for a few minutes, to finish her off.  I didn't hear
any screams, so presumably he was quick and efficient, probably leaving her
to bleed out in the bath tub.

   Then he was back and, as we headed toward the door, him wearing no more
than a smile, I asked him how he could just DO it so easily.  When he
explained he'd already mowed the front lawn that way, after he got home
from school, and I understood.

   Then, the next thing I knew, we were heading down the walk into the warm
evening, with him stark naked (not even shoes or socks).

   Oh wow!

   I'd thought about doing exactly this that afternoon, walking down the
street beside him with him naked, and here it was happening!  Oh gosh!  I
mean, he was all skin, and a little hair, from top to toe, with everything
hanging out there!

   Then he went on to tell me about his audience when he mowed, thanks to
his sister's phone tree, and I really wished I'd been there to see it, too.
I guess I sort of blurted a blurt to that effect, and flushed when he
caught it.

   "Well, here I am," he says, spreading his arms wide like he was
displaying himself.  Just then a car drove by and he didn't even flinch!

   I tried not to look at his bobbing hardon too much, but I think he
caught me peeking more than once, which made me blush even more.  Our arms
were brushing, and I was intensely aware of him so close beside me, like I
could feel the heat from his naked flesh, even, and out of the corner of my
eye I couldn't help seeing how his hardon led the way.

   Then he took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and my heart
really went into overdrive.

   I know, I know, we were only holding hands, but that was more touching
than we'd done on our date to the movies!

   And, when I asked, he admitted it was exciting to be like this.  Well
doh!  As he indicated, I should be able to tell that by the rampant state
of his manhood.  I felt kind of stupid about that!

   I was also remembering how I'd masturbated him in class that very day,
remembering how exciting it had been to hold his hot, pulsating cock,
catching his thick, warm semen in my hanky.

   And I realized there was something incongruous about our relationship. I
mean, here he was naked, and we were holding hands, walking down the
street, and I'd milked his cock, even, and yet we hadn't ever even kissed!

   So we talked about his getting relief, and I made some nasty comments
about Marilyn and her reputation for sucking cock, and then it sort of fell
out of my mouth what I'd been thinking, about us never having even kissed.

   And he stopped, and asked me if I'd like to kiss him, and of course I
said yes.

   And I asked him if he'd like to kiss me, and to my immense relief,
tinged with a bit of fear, he said yes.

   And then we did.  Right there on the street.  Kissed, I mean.  Him
naked, and me dressed, with the whole block looking on!

   It being our first, it was a little awkward.  Our noses got in the way,
and our glasses and stuff, but finally our lips touched softly and warmly
while I steadied myself with a hand on his bare shoulder, and my heart sort
of skipped a few beats, the way your feet sometimes do before you break
into a run, and then it began to race.

   It was pretty good!  My heart was going pit-a-pat, and something was
happening down lower, too, and I felt all tingly inside after we finished.

   We sort of looked at each other, and then we tried again, and it went
better this time, the issues of noses and glasses having been resolved.

   We moved closer together, and his hardon poked me in the tummy!

   And I did not giggle!  Instead, I drew him even closer, my hands on his
naked waist, and he did a sort of funny, squirmy wiggle, and his cock slid
up between us like a pole, and we got even closer together, our arms around
each other.  His lips sneaked open an eensy bit, and mine did, and our
tongues played tag, and when I breathed in I breathed in though him, taking
in his scent.

   And he was naked, his skin against my clothes, my arms around his naked
torso, and his body was warm, and satin and alive under my hands, but I was
scared to do more than hold on.  I felt him stroking my back, knew he could
feel my bra through my blouse, and I wished there was nothing at all
between us.  I really did!  I went limp and just molded myself against him,
totally overwhelmed by the feel of his warm body against mine.  We tasted
each other, and breathed each other, and felt each other - every sense was
working to capacity!

   And all the time we were both aware of his cock, like a log, squeezed
between us.  It was like an elephant in the parlor.  I mean, there it was,
and we couldn't ignore it, but what could we say - there's an elephant in
the parlor?  We both knew what it was, and that it was THERE, and why it
was there, and it was just one more wonderful sensation to mingle with all
the others that were overwhelming me!

   When we finally broke the kiss my ears were ringing, the blood was
stampeding through my arteries and veins, and I felt all warm and wet way
down inside someplace.

   I felt a little spot of cold, too, and brushed at the wet spot his
drooling hardon had left on my blouse, and he apologized.

   "That's okay, it'll dry," I said, feeling wet stickiness on my fingers.

   Okay.  I admit it, I giggled.  But I wasn't blushing.  That wet spot was
because of me!

   "I like you," he said.

   "You want me," I translated.  Well doh!  I mean, here I am with his
pre-cum drying on me.  His hardon was literally drooling for me!  We're not
talking rocket science here!

   It scared me.

   "Yes," he admitted.  "One thing about being naked is there's no way to
hide that." He laughed nervously, his hardon bouncing as he did.  "But I
like you, too."

   "That's okay.  I like you, and I want you, too," I admitted.  "Only..."
My voice trailed off.  I was hungry and excited, of course, but I was also
terrified.

   "You're not ready," he finished for me.  "Neither am I," he went on when
I managed to nod.

   And we left it at that!  No pressure, except the pressure we each felt
inside ourselves.  I don't know if that was a sign of maturity, or simple
panic at what we were feeling.  The thought of letting him put that part of
him inside that special part of me was more than I could handle!

   The elephant was still in the parlor, of course.  Or, more accurately,
it was walking down the street with us - at least its trunk was, I guess
you could say, to stretch a metaphor.  So, while the elephant's trunk
swayed along, we talked about contact lenses, and I asked him to walk me
home, and he said yes, and my heart did a little leap over such a small
favor!  I was really awash - at sea!  - in a bunch of feelings that I
couldn't sort out.

   It was the most beautiful, exciting night of my life to date.  The sky
overhead was a deep, deep blue, with a few twinkling stars beginning to
look down on us.  The streetlights were on, and lights in the houses.

   I tried to imagine what he must be feeling, how the evening air was
touching him all over, except where I was touching him.  Even the sidewalk,
under his bare feet - what a tidal wave of sensations he must be feeling! I
was envious, and imagined myself like him.

   I hugged his arm, and shivered.

   "Are you cold?" he asked.

   "Me?" I asked.  "No.  You're the one should be cold!"

   "I'm not," he assured he softly, and we sort of leaned more against each
other.

   It was dark when we got to the walk to my door, and I held him back in
the shadows, out of sight.  I didn't want to go inside.  I didn't want to
leave him!  I just wanted this to go on and on and on, and I'm pretty sure
he felt the same way, from the way he held on to my hand and we kept
rubbing against each other.

   I looked down at our "elephant," trying to imagine my parents' reaction
if I brought him in like this.  Daddy would have a stroke!  "I'd invite you
in, but..."

   He looked down at his hardon and grimaced wryly.  "I understand."

   "I - it'll take me a while to get them used to the idea," I explained,
thinking mournfully like maybe a century or two, if they ever do, knowing
how protective daddy was.  I was fifteen, but as far as he was concerned I
was still his little girl.

   We snuggled some more, and talked, and then someone - probably daddy -
flicked on the porch light, and I knew he somehow knew I was there.

   And Carl and I both knew the evening was over, that I had to go in, and
we both hurt at the though.

   "Well, good night," I said softly, giving him a shy peck on the cheek.

   Then we were wrapped up in each other again, and I felt so small, and so
safe, and at the same time, so deliciously frightened in his arms, his cock
between us again.

   There wasn't anything shy or hesitant about this kiss!  It was long, and
deep, our tongues exploring, even our teeth clashing, and I did everything
I could to wrap myself in his skin, until at last we had to separate or
suffocate.

   Good night, sweet prince, I thought, scolding myself for coming up with
something out of Hamlet's death scene, instead of Romeo and Juliet.

   "Good night," he whispered.

   I touched my finger to my lips, then his, because to have risked another
kiss would have been too much.  "Good night."

   Folding my arms, as if I were holding him close to me in some way, I
walked slowly up the walk, feeling him watching my back.

   Oh, how I wanted to turn around, but I knew I didn't dare or I'd never
make it inside!  I mean, the attraction was that strong!  And I have always
thought of myself as a rational person, not one of those giggly girls with
nothing but boys, boys and boys on their minds!  But all I could think of
was him, how he looked, and sounded, and smelled, and tasted, and felt
against me.

   "Did you have a nice walk, punkin?" daddy asked me as I closed the door
with my butt, hiding the tell-tale stains on my clothes with my folded
arms.

   "Uh huh," I assured vaguely, my mind only half there, half still back
with Carl as I headed up to my room.

   For some reason, just as I reached the top of the stairs, I suddenly
remembered the homecoming dance was coming up this Saturday, in just two
days, and I almost turned back to rush back to Carl to ask him if he wanted
to go, but stumbled instead, scared he'd say the wrong thing.

   Then I felt a desperate hope that he would ask me, though why would he?
He probably had forgotten all about the dance!  I mean, neither of us had
ever been to a school dance before, or at least I hadn't, and I didn't
think he had!  I mean, nobody had ever asked me, and I was too shy to go
stag.  We'd only been to the movies once!

   And you masturbated him, and held his hand, and kissed him, I reminded
Myself.

   But still, Myself asked, why would he even think of the dance?  He and I
were birds of a feather - geeks, and everyone knows geeks don't dance.

   Oh but I hoped he'd ask me!  I even added it to my prayers that night.
And the fear that he wouldn't had me chewing on my pillow half the night.

   But, I also went to bed naked, something I'd never, ever done before, so
I could feel the sheets against my body, and thought of Carl being the same
way in his bed, and I felt so close to him, and I wished he were there,
just holding me, skin to skin.