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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!
Codes: mf cons rom het oral mastrb pett exhib voy sch nud

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   Chapter 4

   The first thing I did when I got home was take off all my clothes.

   I kid you not.  I guess it was because of what Carl was going through. I
couldn't get out of my mind, either, his suggestion that I might get called
for the program sometime, too.  Scary thought!

   I also remembered how comfortable it was to be nude, with nothing
touching my skin but air.

   Picking up Carl's shorts and shirt, I pressed my face into them,
smelling his delicious scent, before dropping them back on my bed and
turning to the mirror.

   I looked maybe like a buxom twelve year old.  Well, fortunately, Carl
was not attracted to the Earth Mother or the Hollywood look.  Not even the
phenomenal skills of plastic surgeons could do that much for me.

   I cupped my tits in my hands, lifting them.  Maybe a Wonder Bra would
give me cleavage, I thought.  I tried to imagine getting implants but could
only laugh at the idea.  I'd look top heavy and everyone would be waiting
for me to fall over all the time.

   Sliding my hands down my sides, I felt the ripples of my ribs, and was
conscious of the smoothness of my skin.  Sliding my fingertips inward from
my hips, I followed the line where my thighs joined my torso, down to my
bashful patch of pubic hair.

   I knew girls who waxed themselves so nothing would show when they wore a
bikini.  I heard that Marilyn even shaved her pussy bald.  Me, a few clips
of the scissors was usually enough, though the bathing suits I wore were
anything but daring.  Besides, what was wrong with hair, I wondered?  Carl
had hair down there.

   Not that I was about to stop shaving under my arms, and my legs, I
decided.

   Turning away from the mirror, I reached for my after-school clothes, and
then dropped them again.  I was alone, so why shouldn't I be nude?  I
thought about drawing the curtains, but liked the sun spilling in, and the
fresh air, so I just sat down at my desk and pulled out the brochure Carl
had given me, hoping to find something in there that would convince daddy
to let me go to the dance with Carl even though Carl would be naked.

   I was surprised at how comprehensive the program was!  While nudity at
school was the only mandatory provision, there were a number of suggestions
that reached beyond those brick walls.  Nudity on the streets was not only
permitted but encouraged, and every effort was made to encourage family
participation, as well.  Nudity around the home was strongly encouraged,
not only for those taking direct part in the program but for parents and
siblings as well!

   I wondered if Carl's sister or mom were taking part.  And what if I was
chosen for the program, would daddy walk around the house naked?  I had a
lot of trouble with that image!  Which, I thought, might be an indication
that I needed the program; that my family needed the program.

   A flicker of motion out of the corner of my eye drew my attention to the
window.  I realized with a jolt that the boy next door was looking in my
direction - looking at me, as I sat there nude at my desk!  For a second, I
was upset, trying to shield my breasts with the brochure in my hands.

   Then I realized how silly that was.  Here I was, trying to cover myself
with a brochure about a program designed to foster openness and comfort
with the naked body!

   I went back to my reading, while, at the same time, keeping an eye on
what was going on next door.  I saw him raise a pair of binoculars to his
eyes, and realized that was the motion that had caught my attention.  He
was just trying to get a better look!  If he saw me in front of the mirror
a minute ago he must have gotten a real eyeful!

   Actually, he probably couldn't have seen too much.  I'd had my back to
the window, and it was shadowy there, too.  He could see more here, but I
was sideways to the window.  I wondered if I had the nerve to give him a
better look.

   It went against so much of my upbringing!  Then I thought of Carl, and
Karen, and the other kids in the program, and what they were going through.

   They weren't just being spied on from next door.  Everyday they went to
school knowing they were literally going to strip naked and walk through
crowded hallways, sit naked in class rooms, even be the subject of
classroom instruction the way Carl had in French and even math class.

   Karen was letting guys touch her breasts and her pussy, even slip their
fingers up in her vagina, right there in the hallway.  Carl was getting
masturbated in front of a whole class!  And here I was, afraid, or ashamed,
of being seen by a twelve year old in a house thirty or forty feet away.

   Putting the brochure down on my desk, I got up and went across the room
like I was going to get something.  My path took me toward the window, but
not straight at it, and I didn't look in its direction.

   But I have good peripheral vision.  I could see the kid tracking me with
his binoculars, and he had to be getting an eyeful.  He could see me
probably from mid thigh on up.  Everything!  My nipples stiffened at the
thought.

   Once I was out of his sight I stopped, and waited a few moments, before
turning and crossing back to my desk.  This time he was getting a perfect
view of my backside.

   Back at my desk, I sat down and picked up the brochure again, swiveling
my chair toward the window.  Rocking back, I put my feet up on the desk, in
the direction of my watcher, crossing my ankles.  I knew he was looking
right up along the line of my legs, up my torso, looking at my bare
breasts. A quick glance down confirmed that my nipples were definitely
enjoying the attention!

   Truthfully, my whole body was!  Oh, I was scared, and blushing, but I
liked the idea of being looked at, too.  Maybe there's just a little bit of
exhibitionist in all of us, I thought.

   The next step was a little harder, though.  All my life I'd been taught
to be ashamed of what I had "down there." I couldn't help wondering where
that had come from, because I didn't remember any specific lessons.  Maybe
it was the subtle message that girls sat primly, with their legs together,
their skirts down.

   Taking a deep breath, I uncrossed my ankles, and let one leg trail down
on the floor, while the other was still up on my desk.  By spreading my leg
further I opened my crotch wide to the kid across the way.

   Daring myself to be even bolder, I reached down and scratched myself,
right at the top edge of my pussy hair.  I was even toying with the idea of
diddling myself.

   Then I realized, something felt wrong about this whole scene.  The
program wasn't about spying on or being spied on through windows, like some
cheap peep show.  It was about openness, about accepting the human body,
and I felt ashamed.

   But what could I do?  How could I change the situation?

   When I thought of that, my mouth went dry, because I knew the answer. 
It would take more courage than I ever thought I had, but I had to break
out of this straightjacket of conventionality I was trapped in!

   Getting up from my chair I walked straight to my window.  Naturally, the
kid dropped the binoculars and ducked down out of sight.  So, I just stood
there in the window, waiting, my feet spread shoulder width apart, my hands
on my hips like the Colossus of Rhodes or something.

   Sure enough, the top of his head, then his eyes appeared above the sill
of his window.  I gestured him up, and he got up, reluctantly, obviously
embarrassed at being caught.

   Pointing at myself, I indicated I was going downstairs, and into the
back yard.

   No, I was NOT quite ready for the street yet!

   Then I pointed to him, and indicated he should do the same thing.  He
looked shocked, but I looked insistent, and tried to look unthreatening. 
Finally, I turned away from the window, but he still hesitated.  I waved a
strong "come on!" to him, and then he moved.

   Downstairs, at the back door, I hesitated a long moment, then drew in a
deep breath and opened the door, stepping out on to the small back porch.
From there I could just see over the fence, and I saw my audience come out
his back door.  He glanced over and saw me.

   "Come around to the gate," I invited, indicating the way.  "I'll let you
in."

   Looking puzzled, and wary, he followed my directions, and a few moments
later I opened the gate, stepping back out of sight of the street to let
him in.  He hesitated, then came in.

   I faced him boldly, and stuck out my hand.  "Hi, I'm Beth.  What's your
name?"

   "Uh, Larry," he answered, taking my hand limply.  I gave him a firm
handshake, the way daddy had taught me.

   He didn't know where to look.  He wanted to look at me, but he was
afraid to.

   Stepping back, I posed for him, intensely conscious of the feeling of
being outside, with the cool, fresh air touching me, the sun warming my
shoulders and flank.  "It's all right to look," I assured him, turning
slowly.

   He just stood there, gaping until I had finished my turn and was facing
him again.  "Wow!" he breathed.  "You're naked!"

   "Uh huh," I agreed.  "And you're not."

   "Uh, no," he admitted.

   "But that's okay," I assured him.  "You don't need to get naked, I don't
mind."

   "Oh.  Okay." He kept staring, and I could see a bulge in his pants, so I
was having some effect on him.  "You're beautiful!"

   "Thank you!  Would you like to sit down?  Can I get you a soda or
something?"

   "Uh, yeah, I guess so.  Uh, why are you naked?"

   I led him to the patio furniture.  "Because I like it.  It's
comfortable. Here, sit down and I'll get your soda."

   I left him there and ducked into the house.  I was back with a frosty
glass for him.

   "I've never seen a real, live naked girl before," he admitted.

   "Like what you see?" I asked.

   "Yeah!  Uh - how old are you?"

   "Fifteen," I admitted.  "But I don't really think I look it.  How old
are you?"

   "Ten, but people say I look older."

   "You do, a bit."

   "Would you - walk around a bit?"

   "Sure." I was tingling all over.  I stepped off the patio and walked
around the yard, feeling sun and wind on my body.  Then, on an impulse, I
took a few hops and did a cart wheel.

   I'd had a few gymnastics lessons, though I was too afraid to compete or
do anything fancy.  At one time I'd been able to walk on my hands, and I
wondered if I still could.

   I wasn't very good at it, but I managed to get upside down for a few
moments anyway, then I started to fall over backwards.  Remembering my
training, I ducked my head and rolled, popping to my feet with a little hop
that made my tits jiggle.

   Then I realized I had gotten grass clippings all over my back.  "Would
you brush me off, please?" I asked, returning to him and turning my back. I
felt his hands flicking them off my shoulders and back.

   "My bottom, too, please?"

   When he finished, I was tingling even more as I turned to face him. 
"Thanks."

   "You've, uh, got some on your - uh - chest," he pointed out.

   "Do I?  Could you brush those off, too?"

   His fingers brushed my titties and my nipples stiffened.  "Thanks."

   Then we heard his mom calling.  "I'd better get home," he announced. 
"Thanks for the soda.  Uh - can I look again?"

   "As much as you want," I told him.  "And if you want me to come over
some time, just - oh, I don't know - put a sign in your window or
something. And maybe if I'm not busy you can come over for a soda again
some time."

   "Will you be naked?"

   "As much as I can be," I assured him, sticking my hand out.  "Nice to
meet you, Larry."

   "Nice to meet you - uh - Beth, is it?"

   "Beth, I assured him.  "Bye!"

   "Bye."

   Back in the house I heaved a sigh of relief, proud of myself for what
I'd done, then hurried up to my room to get at my homework, not bothering
to dress as I sat down at my desk.

   "Come in," I called when my mom knocked on my door.

   "Hi, honey.  Oh!  You don't have anything on!"

   I swung around.  "Uh, no.  I got home, and then I got distracted." Then
I scolded myself for lying.  "No, that's not true," I admitted.  "I was
just so comfortable without any clothes on, I decided to stay that way a
while."

   "Oh!  Well.  I see." She seemed only a little unsettled.

   "Did you get one of these?" I waved the brochure with its picture of a
naked teen-age boy and girl on the cover.  "It's from school."

   "Yes, we did," mom admitted, looking embarrassed.

   I wondered if it was the cover that bothered her, and asked.

   "Well, a little," she answered.  "When I was growing up it was a
confusing time, I guess.  My mom would have walloped me if I'd brought
something like that into the house.  At the same time there was all this
talk of 'free love' and everything."

   "What do you think of the program itself?"

   "Oh, I think it's a good program," mom admitted, to my surprise.

   "What about dad?" I asked.

   "Well, that's a different story," mom admitted.  "He doesn't even like
to talk about it.  He took one look at the brochure and threw it away."

   "He thinks it's that bad?" I asked.

   "No," she countered.  "I think - well, I think, maybe he's envious. 
That embarrasses him, I think.  I think he feels he missed the sexual
revolution, and still regrets it."

   "Oh." I mulled this over.

   "Is that why you're sitting here in your room naked?" mom asked.

   "Partly," I admitted.  "I'm wondering how I'd handle it if I'm selected
to take part.  I thought I'd better sort of try it out around the house,
just in case." I decided not to mention my little display for Larry in the
back yard.

   "Oh, I don't think that's likely," mom assured me.  "According to what
I've read, parents can either sign their children up for it, do nothing, or
say they don't want their children to take part.  The first ones being
chosen are ones whose parents actually volunteer them for it. 
Surprisingly, I hear there were a large number in that pool, at least in
the upper grades.  After that they're going to draw from ones whose parents
haven't chosen one way or the other."

   "What about ones whose parents refuse to let their children take part?"
I asked.

   "Then they're not chosen.  But, of course, they will be seeing those who
do take part, which puts them on the fringe of the program, at least."

   "Odd man out," I murmured.

   "What's that, dear?"

   "Oh, nothing.  Thanks." I was wondering which group I was in.  From what
mom had said, they hadn't volunteered me, but was I in that "no opinion"
bunch, or was I "de-selected," so to speak?

   I was afraid to ask.  I'd been odd-man-out around school so much - I
wasn't popular or pretty.  I wasn't an athlete, though I did play field
hockey.  And then, I was smart and got good grades - that automatically put
me in an ostracized group.

   "I do think it would be best if you put some clothes on before your
father got home, though," mom went on.

   "Oh, I will," I assured her as she left my room, closing the door behind
her, leaving me to plot my campaign.

   They didn't know about Carl yet, not really.  Our only "date" had been
an afternoon at the movies.  They'd never pushed me to be popular, and
dating they felt could wait until I was ready.  I'd not talked about Carl,
holding him close to myself, like a treasure I didn't want to share, unsure
of how they'd have accepted him even before he was pulled into the program.

   To tell the truth, I had been embarrassed by my crush on him.

   Obviously, I couldn't hide him any longer.  They'd want to meet him
before they let him take me to the dance.  Daddy would grill him, probably.

   Poor Carl.  Shy as he was it would be torture.  But, I didn't see any
way around it.

   By the time daddy got home at six o'clock I'd developed a plan.  By then
I'd been naked a couple of hours, and it felt kind of icky to put clothes
on, to my surprise.

   Not that I wasn't glad to have them on when I went downstairs for
supper! Naked at dinner?  ICK!

   I started with a flank attack after we'd said grace.  "I've been invited
to the homecoming dance," I announced as casually as I could.  "It's this
Saturday."

   "Have you!  Oh, that's wonderful," mom exulted for me, obviously happy.

   "Who is he?  Do we know him?" Daddy asked.

   "Of course we don't, dear," mom chimed in quickly.  "She's never brought
a boy home before.  The only date she's ever had was that thing to the
movies a week or two ago, and that wasn't really a date."

   Well, I thought it was, but I didn't argue with her.  "He's the one I
went to the movies with, in fact.  His name is Carl Walker, and he's really
sweet," I plunged on desperately.  "And I'm really, really excited about
going to the dance!"

   "I'm sure you are dear," Mom agreed.  "Oh, but what will you wear?  This
Saturday?  We'll have to buy you a dress tomorrow, if we can find one!"

   Somehow I had to get across to daddy how much this dance meant to me. 
That was the strongest weapon in my arsenal.  Believe me, it was no act. 
My whole life depended on going with Carl to this dance!

   "You really want to go don't you, punkin?" he asked me lovingly.

   "Oh, I really do, daddy, I really, really do.  Carl is so nice, and so
sweet.  He's really smart, too, smarter than I am.  He's on the science
track, in my math class.  He's high honor roll every term!  And he's on the
swim team, and in the marching band, too."

   "He sound wonderful, dear," mom said, patting my hand.

   "Almost too good to be true," daddy put in, and I realized I was in
danger of over-selling Carl, so I quick switched to the dance.

   "The dance is the big social event of the fall," I explained.  "There's
a live band, and the committee has been planning the whole thing since last
year's dance.  They'll decorate the gym - this year's theme is Autumn
Leaves, so it'll be in all the fall colors."

   "Is it chaperoned?" daddy asked suspiciously.

   "Of course it is, daddy.  Teachers and parents both are there," I
assured him.

   "It's a school function, Arthur," mom put in.  "I'm sure they're very
careful."

   "It means a lot to you, doesn't it," he observed kindly.

   Got him!  I hope.  "Oh, more than anything, daddy!"

   Now really, I do not manipulate daddy very often, but sometimes, well,
sometimes you just have to steer him in the right direction.  And I was
pretty sure that I had him headed on the right course.  But sooner or
later, I was going to have to put the iceberg in his path, but timing was
key.

   Fortunately, mom got off on another track by worrying about a dress for
me, which lulled daddy into occasional mumbles about "how much is this
going to cost me?" and things like that.

   I then sneaked the brochure about the program up on to the table.

   "Where'd that come from?" daddy asked suspiciously a moment later.

   "Oh, Carl gave it to me," I answered innocently.

   "He did?"

   I could almost see the ramparts going up, and felt a tremor of fear, but
it had to be faced.  "It's been going on in school, oh, for almost a week
now," I admitted.  "I can tell you, it has created a bit of a stir."

   "Well, I would certainly expect it would," daddy observed.

   I was having trouble reading his mood.  Was he really violently against
it?  Was he, maybe, wishing they'd had something like it when he was in
school, the way mom had suggested?

   "I'm sure, once it's been around for a few weeks it will just be
accepted that some students are nude," mom observed calmly.

   "What do you think about it?" daddy asked me.

   "Uh, well, it's interesting.  I'm learning a lot about boys that they
don't teach in things like bio and even sex ed," I admitted.  "I think it's
good.  I'm getting more comfortable around boys."

   "Speaking of boys, when are we going to meet this paragon of yours?"
daddy asked.  "I don't want to meet him just before he takes you out to
this big dance, before it's too late to do anything to stop it."

   "Arthur!" mom protested.

   "Well, I don't.  You know how I worry about things like drinking, and
drugs and cigarettes," daddy insisted.  "Does this Carl person smoke, or
drink?"

   "No, daddy, he doesn't," I assured him.  "They don't allow alcohol at
the dance, and anyone who leaves can't come back in, just in case they try
to step out for a nip.  And the school is smoke free, of course." I didn't
mention the poor addicted dorks who sneaked the occasional puffs in the
johns, of course.  "And as far as meeting him, I asked him to come by
tonight."

   "Oh!  Well, that's very thoughtful of you!" At least daddy seemed to
approve of that.

   "Oh dear!  The house is a mess!" mom protested predictably.  "Hurry and
finish dinner so I can get things tidied."

   "There's just one thing," I went on fearfully, my heart going like a
trip hammer, whatever that is.

   "And what's that, dear?" mom asked innocently.

   "Carl's - in the program," I admitted, putting my hand on the brochure.

   "Well, my goodness!" mom exclaimed.

   "He is?" daddy erupted.  "Then you've seen him..."

   "I've seen him naked, daddy.  We have French and math class together," I
admitted.

   "Oh my God!"

   "Now Arthur, calm down," mom urged as daddy went through a series of
color changes that would have done a chameleon proud.

   I decided to get it all over with at once.  "And," I went on, quaking in
my proverbial boots, "as he is in the program, that means he has to attend
all school functions in the nude."

   This announcement was greeted by, as the cliché goes, a ringing silence.

   "Oh my goodness!" mom finally breathed, fanning herself with her napkin.

   "Over my dead body!" daddy exploded.

   "Daddy, please, listen to me." I didn't need to pretend to be near
tears. I was near tears.  "He didn't know it when he asked me to the dance!
But he'd rather take me to the dance naked than make me miss going to the
dance entirely.  I think that's incredibly brave!"

   Daddy wasn't capable of anything more than some sputtering for a moment.

   Mom was looking at me shrewdly.  I think she'd figured out why I'd been
naked so much.  "And how do you feel about it?"

   "I think it's very brave of him, and I'd follow him anywhere, no matter
if he was wearing nothing or a - or a - bed sheet - or just a jock strap!"
I insisted.  "He's the one who will be naked, not me!"

   Little did I know!

   "Well - well," daddy stammered.  "I - well - well - I."

   "He's really not bad looking without any clothes on," I admitted
thoughtfully.  "He's got a nice body, in fact."

   "Oh, my," mom breathed heavily.

   "You'll see," I concluded desperately, "because I asked him to come by
tonight dressed - or - uh - rather NOT dressed like he - uh - won't be
dressed for the dance."

   "Oh my God!" It was mother's turn this time.

   "JESUS H.  CHRIST!" daddy erupted.

   All I could do was sit there while the storm raged.  Eventually, the
winds eased and calm returned to the waters.

   "He's coming here, naked," daddy said.

   "Yes daddy," I answered as bravely as I could, thinking maybe this whole
idea had been a huge, horrible, catastrophic mistake.

   "Tonight," mom said.

   "At eight o'clock."

   Their eyes practically clicked as they looked at the clock on the wall.

   I had about forty five minutes to live, I decided.

   "Call him and tell him not to come," daddy suggested.

   "I won't do that, daddy.  You won't let me go to the dance until you
meet him, and this is your chance to meet him."

   "He'll be walking the streets naked!" mom pointed out.

   "He's done that already.  He mowed his lawn naked yesterday, and then,
last night I went over and we went for a walk, and he was naked," I
admitted.  I omitted the kisses, of course!

   "Oh my!" Mom was fanning herself again.

   There was more talk, and I kept pointing out how brave Carl was to do
this at all, until mom decided she had to get things tidied up, in case
Carl did come by, and daddy relented and promised to at least let him in
the door.

   I'm not sure he was overjoyed at having mom meet my naked boyfriend,
though, but she wasn't about to be left out, of course.  She may be "only a
housewife," as they say, but beneath her shyness and diffidence she's smart
and strong.

   "You go upstairs, young lady," daddy ordered.  "Your mother and I will
deal with this situation.  You have homework to do.  You can come down at
8:30."

   I didn't have any more homework to do, really, but I decided a strategic
withdrawal was in order at this point.

   All I could do was sit in my room, praying, while my whole life hung in
the balance.