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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 7

   "Are you sure you want to do this?" mom asked me for the umpteenth time.
Naked as the day I was born, I was sitting at my desk, looking in the
mirror as mom pinned my hair up the way the beautician had shown her, using
pins with little fake diamonds on them.  They made my hair sparkle like a
cluster of stars caught in a dark nebula.

   Okay, romantic it's not, but it's the way I, ever the scientist, saw it.

   Anyway, combined with the highlighting the hairdresser had done I had
glamorous hair, instead of my usual dull brown locks.

   "I have to," I repeated, also for the umpteenth time.  "Otherwise Carl
would be the only one there naked.  Besides, what choice do I have?  I
haven't a thing to wear," I reminded her with a nervous laugh, trying to
joke myself out of my near panic.

   I was all pink and clean from a good tubbing.  My nipples were hard with
excitement, and I could see my ribs moving with every anxious breath.  My
tummy was fluttering, though that was only on the inside.

   Daddy, of course, was downstairs watching TV and reading the newspaper,
totally oblivious to my anxiety.  He would only find out about my display
after the ball was over, presenting him with, as Mademoiselle Duclos would
say, a fait accompli.

   I wondered if she was going to be there at the dance as a chaperone.  I
hadn't liked the way she'd fondled Carl.  Maybe my being there in the
altogether would warn her off.

   "You're very brave," mom observed.  "There, your hair is done.  How do
you like it?"

   I studied it.  I looked so different with my hair all piled on my head,
a few graceful ringlets trailing around my ears.  It made my neck look
longer.  "Beautiful," I decided honestly, telling myself that it would take
some getting used to, and reminding myself I wouldn't have to look at it.

   "You'll need earrings, of course, and I have just the thing, but they'll
wait until we get your makeup done.  You do it, I'll guide you," she
assured me, pushing an intimidating array of pigments and potions at me.

   I'd never been big on stuff like jewelry and makeup.  Oh, I had studs in
my ear lobes, simple gold ones, but that and the cross I usually wore, the
one grammy and grampy Finch gave me when I turned thirteen, was all the
jewelry I owned.

   With mom's guidance, I managed to get my face painted without too many
disasters.  At first I felt like a clown.  Then I noticed how the eye
makeup brought out little gold flecks in what I had always thought of as
dull brown eyes.  Pinked up, my lips looked more kissable, I thought, and
the base and rouge did a lot to hide those ugly things like pores, and
emphasize my dimples.

   "Beautiful.  Now, stand up and let me look at you," mom ordered.

   "What time is it?" I asked anxiously, reaching for my glasses and
putting them on.

   "Relax, you have plenty of time." Mom could be so steadying!  "Turn
around, slowly."

   I did, still barefoot.  Well, totally bare, actually, watching myself in
the mirror.  I looked so exposed!  There was nothing between me and the
world, and that was how I'd be at the dance!

   My innards gave a funny little squinching sort of thing.  It felt just a
little bit like I needed to pee or something, only not quite the same.  It
was like that feeling you get when you ride a roller coaster and you take
that first big dip, you know?

   "I think a little enhancement might be in order," she mused, reaching
for the makeup.  With gentle strokes she began painting my breasts with
base, smoothing it on carefully, very lightly.  "You have such lovely skin
you don't need much," she went on thoughtfully, fading the contrast between
my faint tan and the paleness of my breasts.  I was getting all twitchy
from the contact.

   She didn't do my whole body, just the parts that were lighter - breasts,
bottom, pussy area, hips - blending them into the more tan areas, fading
out those little imperfections like moles and freckles.

   "Oh!" I flinched when she used her fingers to gently pinch some blush on
my nipples.  She brushed them with her fingertips to spread it and they
stood up even more anxiously.  Self-consciously I cupped my breasts in my
hands, embarrassed.  Then I took my hands away and looked at my reflection,
noticing how my titties had been accented to stand out just a little bit
more.

   Kneeling in front of me, she took a comb to my pussy hair.  "This is
lovely and soft," she observed.  "It smells good, too."

   I giggled nervously.  "I shampooed it, and used conditioner on it," I
admitted.

   "What a good idea!  I'll have to try that someday."

   That, I decided, was getting a little too close to her sex life for me.
"What time is it?"

   "Plenty of time," mom insisted.  "You want to make him wait for you
anyway.  It heightens expectations."

   I decided I'd never be any good at this mating dance thing.  I'm one of
those people who's always at least five minutes early for everything.

   Still on her knees, mom rocked back, looking thoughtful.  "We need a
little something," she mused.  "Wait here a minute."

   In moments she was back with a length of gold ribbon.  Kneeling again,
combing and tugging gently on my pubic hair, she fashioned a delicate
little bow near the top of my pussy!

   "Oh my," I said softly, feeling my inner petals softening at the thought
of the way it would draw attention to Down There.

   "Now jewelry," she said, popping out again and returning with a pair of
her prettiest, dangly earrings and a matching necklace, just as we heard
the doorbell go off.

   "Oh God!" I moaned.  "Give me those." I practically snatched the
earrings from her.  While I nervously got them on, she stood behind me,
calmly fastening on the necklace.  I heard daddy greeting Carl as I slipped
my shoes on, and stood in front of the mirror one last time.

   That stranger was back again, the one I'd first met in the mall mirror.
I looked taller, more mature.  The earrings and necklace sparkled.  My neck
looked long and graceful, and knowing eyes looked back at me.  Even with my
glasses on I didn't look geeky at all!  With the jewelry and sparkles in my
hair I looked like a princess.

   A naked princess.

   I was soooo naked!  The glitter of the jewelry on my ears and at the
base of my throat and the delicate accent of the golden bow at my pubes,
the sparkling shoes on my feet; they only emphasized how naked I was
everywhere else.  There was nothing but skin and a little shy patch of
hair! I was bare breasts and ribs and flanks and hips and legs and - and -
well, and EVERYTHING!

   "Here's your coat," mom offered, standing behind me, holding it for me
slip my arms into the sleeves.  For a horrifying moment I almost panicked,
thinking I couldn't possibly do this.  I thought I was going to be sick!

   Then mom drew the coat up my arms and rested her hands on my shoulders,
and just that motherly touch calmed me.  I was still burning with an
adrenalin rush, but there was this powerful, calming strength in me, too,
and it can only have come from her.  I rested my hand on hers for just a
moment, meeting her eyes in the mirror, and I know she saw the love and
gratitude I felt for her.

   Then I fastened the coat, and studied myself again.  There was no way
anyone could possibly tell what was concealed beneath that coat except,
maybe, that I didn't have a full skirt on, since it didn't flare out.

   But I knew.  I could feel its satin lining, cool and slick, on my back,
my breasts, my hips, my arms and shoulders, my waist and legs.

   Mom had tears in her eyes as she looked at me in the mirror.  "You are
so beautiful," she said softly.  "So beautiful!"

   A wave of gratitude misted my eyes.  "Thanks, mom."

   I started to give her a hug, but she held me off.  "We don't want to
smudge your makeup.  Now here, tuck these things in your purse so you have
them if you need them.  She pressed little containers of makeup and a
lipstick into my hand and I put them in the sequined clutch purse she was
loaning me.

   "You go first," I urged her nervously, and she led me out of my room and
down the stairs.

   The condemned woman's last walk, I thought, feeling a renewal of fear.
What if Carl didn't like the way I looked?  I didn't look geeky any more!
What if he was in love with the old me and hated this new one?  What was he
going to do when he found out I was naked under this coat?

   I followed mom into the room and eyed Carl anxiously.  I was relieved to
see he had his coat on, too, a flash of incongruously bare shank showing
between the bottom of it and the top of his dress socks.

   I saw his eyes light up at the sight of me, and saw a faint stirring in
his coat that bolstered my spirits.

   But I saw a flicker of disappointment in his look, too, and felt a
renewed pang of worry.  But his smile was so sweet and so warm that worry
was quickly washed away with the joy of seeing him smile that way for me.

   He held out the corsage for me in its box, but I made him take it out
and put it on my wrist.  When he'd asked if I wanted a wrist corsage or one
that pinned on I hadn't known how I was going to the dance, but I was glad
I'd asked for a wrist corsage.  Pinning one on would have been a bit too
painful, don't you think?

   It was camellias - he'd remembered!  It smelled so sweet, and looked so
lovely.

   There was the usual fussing, and mom wanted pictures, but neither Carl
nor I took off our coats, so we made it out the door at last without my
secret being revealed.

   I clung to Carl on the lovely walk to school.  He was so tall and strong
beside me I felt like I could go through anything with him at my side.

   But I couldn't help worrying that he wouldn't stand with me when I took
off my coat!

   We got a kind of raucous greeting from the kids outside the door.  A
bunch of them wanted to know what Carl had under the coat.  Instead of
flinching, he just challenged them to come inside and see!

   Which they did.

   I stood aside, almost hiding, trying desperately to hold myself together
as Carl shed his coat to reveal he was naked, as the rules required.  His
cock stood proud, of course, and it looked like he'd even combed his pubic
hair, and I was glad mom had done mine, and that I'd even used conditioner
on it.  I'd felt so sexy as I'd shampooed down there!

   Then it was my turn, and my heart seemed to stop beating as I unfastened
the button on my coat, and wrestled with the belt that held it closed.  I
could only stare anxiously at Carl as I opened it, feeling the air strike
my bare body with a rush.

   His eyes widened, and he looked at me, at all of me, his eyes moving
from my face to my breasts and hips and pussy, my legs, back to my face.  I
was so paralyzed I would have dropped my coat, only he jumped forward and
caught it at just the last moment.

   There was an aching silence, as if everyone in the hallway, everyone in
the whole world, was holding his breath, and I thought for a moment I was
going to die!

   "You're beautiful!" It was almost a sigh from him, and my heart started
beating again with a rush, and I felt myself blushing.

   "You think so?" I asked fearfully.

   "I know so," he said worshipfully, and, as far as I was concerned, we
were the only two people there.  "You are - I don't know words to - I don't
know what to say!"

   Without taking his eyes off me, he handed my coat to the girl doing the
checking.  His eyes took me all in again, and my whole body tingled at the
way he looked at me - at my breasts, my waist, my hips.  He saw my
blushing, eager nipples, my navel, the bow in my pussy hair, the sparkling
shoes on my feet, and I tingled all over!

   "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," he said.

   I turned in front of him, my shoes tapping nervously on the hard school
floor, so he could see all of me, my arms out a little.  I WANTED him to
see very square inch of me, as I was, gloriously, wonderfully naked, just
for him, and to hell with all those other people standing around staring at
us!  They didn't matter one whit!  The only person that mattered in my
whole universe was Carl, standing right in front of me as I finished my
turn.

   Then he reached for me.  If he'd hugged me I would have melted, but
instead he just took my hands, and I felt his strength flowing into me as
he looked - not AT me but INTO me, into my soul!  We kissed, just our lips
touching, and a wave of power flowed between us, and everyone around us
began to applaud.

   "Let's go to the dance," I suggested, tucking my hand into his arm,
drawing it against me, pressing his warm, strong, naked arm against my
warm, soft, naked breast, his hand brushing my bare thigh only inches from
my exposed pussy, and we walked into the gym, the crowd parting before us.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Carl looking down at me, at my
eager, perky, aching nipples capping the soft, shy sweep of my breasts.  It
was a look that warmed me and gave me an exciting little shiver at the same
time.

   And I looked down at him, too, at, his graceful pecs, his flat, trim
stomach, his soft red pubic bush, the ivory and pink thrust of his
erection, a sparkle of pre-cum glittering at its tip like a bit of crystal.

   I saw the other boys staring at me.  I saw the interest in their eyes,
and a wariness in the girls' eyes as they drew their dates closer to them.
The cats would have their claws out, and I was going to be their scratching
post, that was obvious.  I could only hope the damage would be limited to
my reputation and not my flesh.

   But I wasn't really worried.  I was with Carl, and we were at the dance,
and that was all that mattered.  Carl led us through the thicket of tables,
finding an empty one in a relatively quiet place, and politely drew the
chair out for me.

   I let out a little squeak when my bottom hit that metal folding chair!
It was as cold as ice!  Carl sat down beside me, and we held on to each
other while I caught my breath, and tried to take stock of the room.

   It was a wonderland of crepe paper and colored lights.  A mirrored globe
turned, shooting out beams of light that spattered across everything. 
While no one was near us yet, a lot of people were still watching us,
whispering, a few laughing, perhaps, but I didn't care.  I was with Carl.

   After a while a few of our friends joined us at the table, including
Stephanie, who'd actually had the nerve to come stag, something I wouldn't
have dared do!

   Carl said something about how brave I was.  I was so embarrassed,
knowing how scared I had been - still was - and all I could do was make
some crack about not wanting to be over-dressed.  His warm laugh enveloped
me.

   We teased each other a little bit, and then he asked me to dance!  The
thought of being in his arms made my insides melt.