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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 8

   On the way to the dance floor someone pinched my naked bottom, and Carl
looked daggers at the table we'd just passed, but that was all that
happened.

   Once we were on the dance floor it took a few seconds for us to sort out
our arms and stuff, and then he was holding me as stiffly as I was holding
him, both of us tentative, hesitant, very formal.  He was the first boy I'd
ever danced with, outside of dance class!

   His right hand was on my bare waist, my left on his bare shoulder.  I
looked up at him timidly as we began to move, remembering to let him lead,
one of the hardest lessons I'd had to learn in dance class, I admit.

   "Don't smudge my makeup," I teased him, blushing as he looked down at my
breasts and tits, wide-eyed.  Okay, I giggled, I admit it.  "Well, a girl
wants to look her best when she goes out!  Mom helped - a touch of blush on
my nipples, a little light base," I explained.

   I suspect I was the first girl he'd ever danced with, outside of dance
class, too.  He held me as if he was afraid I was going to shatter or
something, and far away, both of us conscious of the thrust of his hardon
aimed at my naked tummy.

   Around us, other couples were blending closer, moving to the slow tune
the band was playing.  There was a clearing around us, as if everyone was
avoiding touching our naked bodies.

   Most of them were grabbing looks at us as they passed, of course.  Carl
looked down at me, smiling, his hand slipping farther around toward my
back, drawing me closer, and I willingly yielded in response to the
pressure.  His cock touched me, slid upwards, painting a stripe of pre-cum
up my naked stomach as I drew closer to the warmth of his naked body.

   I was so happy and excited my eyes threatened to tear up!  It was a
dream come true!  Not a nightmare, a dream!  I was dancing with the love of
my life, and there was nothing between us at all!

   My nipples brushed his chest, and trickles of electricity spread from
them out through my whole body, but especially my pussy.  We seemed to melt
together in slow motion, until I was nestled snugly in his embrace, my
whole, naked body against his.  I knew we were being watched, and I didn't
care!  I was with Carl, that was all that mattered!

   The slow tune ended, and a fast one took up, and we separated, holding
hands.  We didn't do any fancy steps, we just moved to the beat, grinning
at each other like idiots.  His cock waved and bounced at me, and my tits
jiggled back.

   I can't speak for Carl, but I don't think I had ever felt more alive in
my entire life.  The lights from the mirrored globe danced over our naked
skin, painting us with dots of red and blue and white and green and gold.
The music hammered through us, hard and driving, making our feet move, our
bodies twist and turn.

   We got jostled, and more than once I felt a hand on my butt or flank,
but that was as bad as it got, until the music ended and we went for
refreshments.  Things got a bit more intrusive in that mob, until Carl
formed a rear guard, literally, by pasting himself to my back, his cock
resting against my lower spine as he wrapped his arms around my naked
torso.

   Shooting him a wicked glance, I moved one of his hands to cover my naked
breast, my nipple digging into his warm palm as he measured my boob's size
and softness with his fingers.

   Drinks in hand we finally made our way back to the table and sank into
our chairs, both wincing at how cold and hard they were.  We practically
wedged our chairs together so we could be close to each other.

   We talked with the other kids at the table, admitting that being naked
was both embarrassing and exciting, and that it really made dancing
exciting and then some.  I was glad to see Stephanie there, across from us,
even though she'd had to come stag.

   She was wearing a really pretty dress that looked good on her, showing a
bit of her impressive cleavage, but not enough, in my opinion.  She had all
the tools to catch a guy, she just needed to deploy them better on the
battlefield, I decided.

   And I was shocked I was even thinking that way!  That was soooo unlike
me!  I'm the geek, remember?  What did I know about catching a guy?

   On the other hand, here I was, with Carl beside me, which proved
something, I guess.

   ------

   Then the music started up again, and everyone left us but Stephanie, who
had retreated into a reverie of her own as she watched the dancers with a
wistful look.

   I rested my hand on Carl's thigh beneath the table, where no one could
see.  Something egged me on to slide my hand up and find his cock.  It was
standing vertically and I curled my fingers around it.  It was hot, and
hard, and wet with precum.  I thumbed the tip, his juices warm and slippery
as I painted the softer tip of his prick with them.

   If he stayed hard all evening, he was going to be in agony!  I stroked
his cock gently.

   Carl looked at me, surprised, and then moved to kiss my cheek.  I turned
my head and our lips met instead.  He'd been drinking root beer and I
tasted it on his breath and lips.

   "I washed my hair with conditioner," I said softly after breaking the
kiss, incredibly nervous and aroused at the same time.  What was I doing?!
"It's nice and soft," I added.

   "Oh?" and he started to reach for my head.

   "Not that hair," I whispered with a hot giggle, nudging his bare thigh
with mine.

   "Oh!" His hand slid up my thigh and I spread my legs a tiny bit to give
him room.  His fingers settled in the soft nest of my bush and I trembled
at the intimacy of his touch.  He stroked my pussy and I purred, while
inside I died a hundred zillion tiny, ecstatic deaths.  Oh God, what WAS I
DOING?

   What was I doing?  I was headed down a slippery slope as I milked him
for more precum, making his whole cock slick so my hand skated over his hot
flesh as I stroked his throbbing hardon.

   His hand burrowed deeper, parting my slit, nestling into the hot, wet
folds of my cunny.

   "Oh, yes!  Don't stop!" I whispered, my whole body aflame.

   "If you don't stop, I'm going to cum," he warned me as I continued to
stroke his hardon.

   "So am I," I moaned.  "Oh, my!  Please don't stop!"

   He groaned something unintelligible, while my hips had taken on a life
of their own, moving against his invading fingers, scrubbing my clit
against his touch.

   I tried to be quiet, I really did, and I don't think anyone heard my
little grunts as my pussy went into a series of hot spasms, my gut
tightening, my whole body going rigid.

   Oh, God, I was cumming, right there, at the dance, with Carl's hand
buried in my crotch!  And I felt his cock spasming and spurting, hot waves
of cum spilling over my hand.

   I went limp, leaning against him, trying to catch my breath.  "Oh gosh!"

   "Sorry," he apologized.

   "Don't apologize for that!"

   Okay, Carl's right, I giggled again.  But he does that to me!  "That was
wonderful!"

   He grabbed some paper napkins from the table and we tried to clean up
some of the mess down there, giggling and squirming as he did.  It got me
all hot again the way we wiped at each other!

   "I think a trip to the ladies' room might be in order," I suggested. 
Stephanie was looking at us from across the table, her eyes as big as
saucers.  "Did you guys just...  ?" She couldn't finish the question.

   "Want to go to the ladies room with me?  I might just tell you," I
teased.

   It took a teensy bit more urging but she joined me, and poor Carl
trailed along, a wad of sodden napkins clutched against his crotch.

   Once inside the restroom I collapsed against Stephanie, and I didn't
know if I was laughing or crying or what.  Nonplussed, she held me up with
her comforting, soft, warm bulk, and then went into maternity mode,
soothing my hysterics.  "You did, didn't you!"

   I nodded, trying to regain some semblance of control, more embarrassed
by my emotional display than by what I'd just done with Carl.  "I'm sorry."

   Stephanie patted my naked back.  "I'm envious," she admitted ruefully.

   I felt a pang for her and extricated myself from her.  "Oh, Stephanie,
I'm truly sorry, it just happened."

   She shrugged.  "Don't be sorry, really." She smiled.  "I'm happy for
you. Carl is a great guy, and I'm just not his type."

   We busied ourselves with girl things, and then I touched up my makeup at
the mirror, glad we were the only two there at the moment.  "You know
what," I observed thoughtfully, looking at her reflection in the mirror. 
"You just need to bait your hook a bit better."

   She looked puzzled.

   "You're good looking," I pointed out.

   "I'm fat," she countered mournfully, looking at herself.

   "No you're not," I insisted stoutly (no pun intended).  "You're - uh -
zaftig.  Wasn't it in, uhm, Huxley's "Brave New World" he used the word
'pneumatic?' That's what you are.  You have the sweetest smile I've ever
seen, and you're smart, and you have - well - uh - big - uh."

   "Knockers," she finished for me wryly but not bitterly.  "Boobs. 
Bazooms.  Watermelons." She cupped her hands under her massive breasts and
lifted them.

   "Don't knock it," I argued, finishing my lipstick, adding a touch to my
nipples where the rouge had rubbed off on Carl.  "Girls like me would kill
to have what you do."

   She laughed a hearty, big girl laugh.  "If you did have them you'd fall
on your face and have to get across the floor like an inch worm!"

   I laughed with her.  Then we sobered up a little.  "You just need to put
them to better use.  A lot of guys like big tits."

   She looked at her reflection dubiously.

   "Here, lets try something," I said, reaching for the neckline of her
dress.  A little wiggling and tugging and I worked it down a good two
inches, revealing more of the creamy softness of her breasts.  A bit more
adjusting and her nipples were just barely out of sight.

   The cleavage was awesome!  The Grand Canyon between the Grand Tetons, I
decided, to mix my geographical metaphors.

   "There."

   She eyed herself dubiously.  "If I sneeze I'm going to bust out all
over," she warned me.

   "So?  If you do, let it happen," I argued boldly.  "Look at me?  You
think anything like that will make the world fall down compared to what
Carl and I are doing?"

   She laughed.  "I guess not." She jiggled things into adjustment a little
bit, making the display even better.

   "Now come on, let's make this place rock," I urged.

   Carl was right outside the door, and the look he gave Stephanie's
neckline would have made me jealous, had he not wrapped his arm around my
waist and pulled me close.

   When he steered us off the track to our table I was puzzled, but when he
introduced Steph to Jerry Wilson I silently applauded his choice.  Jerry
was another wallflower, a little on the pudgy side himself.  Within moments
he had eyes only for Stephanie, and Carl and I went back to the table as a
twosome, feeling very satisfied with our match making.

   The dance became a joyous blur to me, with little sparkling highlights.
Our next slow dance we gave up all pretense for it being anything other
than a chance to snuggle, fitting our bare bodies as closely together as we
could.  He engulfed me, and I welcomed it, molding every inch of naked skin
I could against his.

   We danced and partied and snacked.  Late in the evening as we were
dancing close again I managed to tangle my legs with Carl's so I could rub
my hungry pussy against his strong thigh and he could hump his cock against
my tummy.

   We danced like that for a long time, until I felt him squirming his cock
between us harder, fucking it between our torsos, and I ground my pussy
against his thigh, until we both came, my juices spilling on his thigh, his
cum spurting up between us in thick, hot, gooey jets, coating us both.

   As we came back down from that, I saw Mademoiselle Duclos looking at us,
a little smile on her face.  She knew!  But she didn't say anything, only
winked, and I knew everything was cool and quit worrying about her.

   Carl and I had to get cleaned up after that, of course, so we sneaked
into the girls' locker room so we could shower.  When we were done, I
combed Carl's pubic hair and he got down on his knees to comb mine,
tickling my tummy with his kisses while I giggled and wriggled.

   It was then I realized I'd lost my golden bow.  It gave me the giggles
to think it was probably on the dance floor, covered with my juices and
probably some of Carl's.

   Poignant was the only word to use for the last dance and the walk home,
because we both knew this unforgettable evening was coming to an end.  So
it was a joy when I found out Carl didn't have to be home for two hours,
and we retreated to the family room downstairs, leaving our coats on the
floor by the door, my shoes at the top of the stairs so I was even more
naked than ever.

   Snuggled on the daybed, we necked and petted, and then Carl did
something - well, something I don't even have words for.  He kissed and
tasted and licked and nibbled his way down me, pausing to suck on my
nipples until I was ready to burst into flames, and then even further down!

   When I tried to stop him, he shushed me, and tickled my belly button
with his tongue before kissing his way down further.  I tried to tell him
he didn't need to, but he went right on, spreading my thighs to kiss the
insides of them, showering my tummy just above my pussy with kisses.  He
said something about this being just for me!

   I spread myself open like a flower opening itself to a honeybee.  I knew
he was hard, and ready.  He could have done anything he wanted with me and
I wouldn't have stopped him.

   But he didn't, and that's why I love him more than ever!  He didn't take
advantage of me.  Instead, he loved me with his mouth.  His tongue explored
my little forest, slithered into my slit, set my clit afire, and I curled
my fingers in his hair as he suckled on me.  His fingers toyed with my
breasts even as his mouth feasted on my flooding pussy.

   Ohmygosh!  I get wet just thinking about it now, how he teased and
tormented me with lips and tongue.  I stretched my thighs as wide as they
could go, my hips working desperately as his tongue wormed its way into my
cunt, deeper and deeper.

   I finally had to beg him to let me cum, and he did, his lips suckling my
clit, his tongue whipping it, as he slid a finger up into my cunt, and I
could only hope daddy and mommy didn't hear my wail as I orgasmed for an
eternity with an intensity I'd never felt before, my thighs trapping his
head between them, crushing him against my crotch, until all the strength
ran out of me with the last of my cumming.

   My thighs relaxed and I sprawled wantonly open as he squirmed back up to
cuddle me tenderly in his arms, showering my face with sloppy kisses.

   "You do taste good all over," he reported.

   I licked his face clean of my own juices!  "Mmmmm.  I'd say I do, too,"
and we laughed into each other's necks, our breath hot and ripe with the
scent of sex.

   My hand found his cock and squeezed it lovingly.  "Would you like me
to...  ?" I started, but he cut me off with a shake of his head.

   "No.  I meant what I said.  That was just for you.  Besides, I don't
think I have any more in me, to tell the truth.  And anyway, I have to be
going home."

   I felt a pang.  "Must you?" I glanced over, astonished to see it was
almost two o'clock.

   "Mom will be waiting up," he reminded me.

   "She's a pretty good mom, isn't she?" I mused, combing my fingers
through his tousled hair.

   "She's the best," he answered, and something about the way he said it
conveyed a subtle, deeper meaning.  "I don't want her to worry."

   Oh how it hurt to say goodnight!  But we did, and I leaned against the
door for long, aching minutes, conscious of the silence, the emptiness that
surrounded me, filled with joyful memories, and sorrow that the evening had
had to end.  Then I gathered up my coat and shoes and made my way wearily
upstairs.

   Sitting down at my desk, I studied my reflection.  My makeup was a mess,
of course.  My hair was half down, and as I took out the hairpins with
their little sparkles on them I could only hope I hadn't lost any of them.
For a moment I mourned the loss of my gold ribbon - I'd planned a spot for
it in my scrap book - but it was gone forever, by now swept up with the
napkins and potato chip crumbs, presumably.

   I carefully removed mom's earrings and necklace and set them to one side
on my desk to give back to her in the morning.  Cinderella was turning back
into a pumpkin, but she'd never be the same again, that I knew.

   After a tip toe trip to the bathroom where I did the necessary things
and washed the last of the makeup off my face, and my breasts and other
places, I made my way to bed and snuggled naked between the sheets.  I
wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed that mom didn't come to tuck
me in - relieved, I guess, because that night had been too precious to
share even with her.
   ------ The End