Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. 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 ------ Chapter 6 If you're thinking that I was having seconds thoughts about going to the dance naked when I woke up Saturday morning you are totally wrong! I had my second thoughts well before I went to bed Friday night. I had third thoughts at bedtime, fourth thoughts about one in the morning as I lay on my back in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had, fifth, six, and seventh thoughts, respectively, at 2:23, 3:26 and 4:08 in the morning. Let me give you a tip. Don't ever get one of those bedside clock radios that shines the time on the ceiling. Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad. Somewhere along the line I did fall asleep, because it was mom that got me up about noon. Of course I immediately entertained yet another set of thoughts. I mean, how could I do it? How could I go to the biggest dance of my life - the only dance - well, it is to be hoped, the first fancy dress dance of my life - stark naked? I'd be - I'd be - I'd be - naked! Let me point out to you, that naked is NOT fancy dress! Naked is totally undressed! Totally! Of course, my date was going to be naked, too, but still. "Mom, let's try again to find a dress today," I said over the bowl of corn flakes that was all that my stomach could possibly contend with. "I thought you wanted to go to the football game," she pointed out. "I do! I have to see Carl march in the band!" Daddy, I should mention, was off playing golf, so mom and I could carry on this conversation without arousing suspicions. He planned to be at the game, though I probably wouldn't see him there. Mom and I still hadn't figured out how to break the scheme to him. "Are you having second thoughts?" mom asked sympathetically. "We can go shopping before the game," I suggested desperately, unwilling to discuss my vacillations, which had to be rocking seismographs in Tokyo at this point. She looked at the clock. "I don't see how that's possible," she pointed out. "If you don't leave soon you won't even get into the game." "Oh. Well, maybe after the game?" I was shoveling down cereal, getting panicky, I admit. "Do you really think that would work?" She looked worried. "Pleeaasse," I begged. "Meet me after the game!" Mom sighed, but she's a brick. "Well, if you insist. We'll give it one more try." "Thanks, mom." I gave her a peck on the cheek and dashed upstairs to dress. I'd come downstairs naked in an attempt to bolster myself for the evening, but it hadn't worked. So, what did I put on? The usual blouse and skirt, though I do have shorts. No bra and - gulp - no panties? I steeled myself. Yes, I'd go without panties! I'd come to the conclusion that mine were totally yucky! I really regretted not having bought some lacey frilly ones while I'd had the chance. But then, if I did go to the dance naked, why bother with frillies? Oh God! Was I really going to do that? NO! Mom would pick me up at the game, we'd go to Bon Ami and they'd have the perfect dress for me! I'd look like a fairy princess! My hair was down, so I hurriedly pony tailed it with an elastic thingy in the school colors. Whatever the beautician had done to my hair had given me some really nice shadings, strands of reddish gold and russet amidst the brown! I grabbed my one other concession to school spirit, a scarf knitted in the scarlet and gold school colors, and headed downstairs. Mom was finishing up in the kitchen, so I went that way, grabbing daddy's binoculars on the way past the hall closet. "See if you can borrow someone's cell phone to call me when the game is about over. I'll meet you at the corner of Main and Maple," mom promised. "Thanks mom, you're great!" I gave her a kiss and a hug before bolting out the back door and around the corner to the gate to the driveway. "Hi, Beth, you got a minute?" the kid from next door hailed me. Larry, that was his name. "Not really, I'm going to the football game." His face fell. "Aw, my mom won't let me go. She says there are going to be naked cheerleaders there." "There are," I admitted. "Would you give me a show instead?" he asked hopefully. I checked my watch. "I really don't have the time." Then he looked so crestfallen I felt I had to do something, so I faced him and flipped my skirt up so he could see my bare pussy. Then I whirled around, and gave him a flash of my bare butt before leaving him gaping in the driveway as I jogged off, the air swirling up under my skirt to caress my bareness, my tits bouncing. The closer I got to the field the more people there were headed in that direction, so I picked up my pace from a jog to a trot to a run as I realized I might wind up sitting in the end zone at ground level. Then a car with some boys I knew in it drove by. As they yelled I sprinted up and dove head first into the back seat, my skirt flying up around my ears as I did. "Thanks," I panted, managing to get myself right side up with the help of the very eager hands of the boys in the back seat. There wasn't anyplace to sit, so I wound up on someone's lap, of course, giving him a thrill. They knew a back way into the parking area, near the gym, and we sneaked into the field through the athletes' entrance, which avoided both the crush at the ticket windows and the need to pay (oh, don't worry, Little Miss Honesty here dropped cash in an envelope by the school office the following Monday), and I managed to wedge my way into the stands about six rows up at the 40 yard line! As I sat down, my bare bottom on the rough seat, I realized that the open bleachers were an unexpected problem. There were always hordes of kids running around beneath them, and any of them that came through in front of me would be able to see right up my skirt!. Wonderful, I thought, wishing I had put on panties. Maybe with the cheerleaders, who were already there and, as advertised, naked, no one would be interested in me. The band was formed up in the end zone, and I could see Carl, a pink highlight in the ranks of scarlet and gold, his brass trombone flashing in the sun. I focused the binoculars on him and feasted my eyes on what I could see of him. He was chatting with Stephanie, who was a row ahead of him with the flutes. I saw her laugh at something he said and felt a twinge of jealousy. Then I saw him scanning the crowd, and knew he was looking for me, so I waved, but I don't think he saw me. Still, I felt better. Then they cranked up a fight song, and the cheerleaders formed a lane for the players to sprint down, their pom poms a bright contrast to their bare skin. The two black girls on the cheerleader squad really stood out! The first half of the game was marvelous - what I understood of it. Okay, I already admitted I'm a geek. I hadn't started going to games until I got interested in Carl, when I'd come to see him march and play, even though he didn't know I existed! I'd been to more swim meets, to see Carl swim, of course, than I had football games! I was a little worried about the poor guy from South who got knocked cold when he was distracted by a naked cheerleader, but I saw him later, pacing the sidelines, an ice bag on the back of his neck, and a goofy smile on his face, so I guess he was all right. I was a bit worried for some of the cheerleaders, too, the more well endowed ones. Some of their routines were very strenuous, and the way their tits bounced around had to be uncomfortable. If they went naked like that all the time they'd be developing a serious case of the sags in pretty short order! The ones with tits like mine had a real advantage, I realized, and I didn't feel so badly about my lack of bust. Then it was half time, and the band marched on single file, using that high-stepping strut of theirs, and began to spell out the school name in script, and Carl really stood out. He stood out even more when he broke from the formation, marching straight off from the top of the "l" into empty field! There he was, wandering like he was lost, all by himself! Every eye in the stadium was on him! Every eye! The cheerleaders were taking a break. He strutted proudly, playing his trombone as he marched, his naked cock bobbing in time with the music. They got near the end of the fight song, and I saw him tease Stephanie by looping around her before sprinting to finally find his place at the top of the "i" and coming to a halt right on the beat! He was WONDERFUL! I jumped up and down, and yelled and screamed, oblivious to the way my skirt was flying up, feeling my tits bounce, my nipples rubbing the inside of my blouse until they were on fire! "That's my boyfriend," I told everyone within six rows as the applause died down. And everyone said how good he looked, and how brave he was, and I agreed. He was so BRAVE! And he was wonderful! I knew that! And I wished I could be with him, right then, naked so that everyone could see us both, and at that moment I realized that I HAD to go to the dance naked. There was just no other choice! I felt a little frisson of fear at the thought. "Frisson." That's a word Carl taught me. It almost sounds like what it is, a delicious little shiver that makes your skin prickle all over. As I sat down again a wide eyed kid of about ten suddenly popped his head up under the bleacher in front of me, looking right up my skirt, and I wondered how many others had done that that I hadn't noticed. Grinning at him, I spread my legs, giving him a dead-on look at my naked crotch! The little perv actually had the nerve to whip up a camera and take a picture, the flash almost blinding me! "Are you going to sell that?" I asked him, a little peeved. "If I can get it developed," he admitted with a brazen grin. "Well, if you do, I want a cut!" I countered. "Fat chance!" he shot back, ducking away before I could grab him by the ears. I wondered what the one hour photo place would do when he had the roll developed. Probably nothing. This whole thing was going to be so - so - yesterday-ish within a week, who would care? Which, maybe, is the way it should be. Then the second half began, and we won at the last minute, and everyone went crazy. I pushed my way on to the field so I could get near the band as they played the alma mater, and managed to catch Carl's eye long enough to give him a big "thumbs up" sign. Then, so mom didn't worry, I borrowed a phone and called her to tell her not to come and get me, and started walking home, feeling a little lonely, and a lot worried, thinking of the dance and the evening ahead. I couldn't leave Carl to face that alone wearing nothing but a smile while I wore a pretty dress! He was my boyfriend! What was it the preacher said - in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better for worse? Not that we were married, of course, or even thinking of it, but didn't I owe him that much support, at least? Okay, I admit, the idea scared me so much I would have wet my non-existent pants, but I had to do it! Well then, Myself said, why don't you start now? Now? I looked around. There were people making their way homeward from the game, waving pom poms, chattering excitedly. I wondered where Carl was among them, but knew it would be almost impossible to find him. He'd been mobbed after the game. You're putting it off, Myself pointed out nastily. I kept walking and fingered the buttons on my blouse, and the first one popped open. My hand trembling, I fingered the next button, the one between my shy breasts, and it popped open. I drew a breath, feeling the air touching my chest. The next button resisted gentle fingering. It required more will on my part. I looked down, and flicked it open, opening my shirt below my breasts. There were two buttons to go. I wondered how had it been so easy in the mall parking lot. Had it been because mom was there? Because I'd seen other girls going into the mall nude? Because I was wearing panties that time? Because I was among strangers, instead of neighbors? Because I had been wearing slutty cum spattered clothes that were more embarrassing than my bare skin? The next button went, exposing my tummy. To reach the last one I'd have to pull the blouse out of the waist of my skirt. Or, I could take off my skirt, leaving tails of my blouse to cover what little modesty I'd have left. I hadn't broken stride yet. I didn't want to attract a lot of attention with my striptease. Once I got naked that would attract more than enough. That I was sure of. I toyed the button on the side of my skirt, then changed my mind and went for the zipper instead, running it down, letting a whisper of air in to touch my naked hip. Then I fingered the button again. Twisting it, I worked it through the button hole, but pinched things to keep the waist of my skirt tight. Taking a deep breath, I let go, and the skirt dropped around my ankles. A quick step, a quick dip and I picked it up without missing a beat, feeling the air stirring around my naked thighs, brushing my bottom. I couldn't tell how much of me was revealed. Did the tails of my blouse cover my pussy and my ass? Already I felt incredibly exposed, and I had the feeling everyone on the street was watching me. Walking slowly, I carefully folded my skirt and draped it over my arm. Then I fingered the last button on my blouse, and felt it slip through the hole before I was really ready. My shirt spread open from the top to the bottom, air stirring my pussy hair. I remembered how I'd made Carl undress the afternoon before, right there on the street, not a block from here. I remembered how bravely he'd marched the football field, with everyone's eyes on him. Shrugging my shirt off one shoulder, I let it drop down my arm and off. Changing arms with my skirt, I let my blouse slide down my other arm, catching it before it dropped, and hanged it carefully over my arm with my skirt. I was naked, except for my shoes, the binoculars on the strap around my neck, and the cross on its gold chain. Reaching up, I undid my pony tail, letting my hair spill loose around my shoulders. I felt the sun on my back and ass, felt the air on my tits and pussy, and I heard the chatter around me, saw people looking at me. I walked straighter, taller (well, taller for me, anyway), prouder, my nipples stiffening. Oh God! It was scary and exciting all at the same time. I felt so exposed and vulnerable and alive all at once! And tonight I was going to the dance this way! Oh God!