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 Carl Naked in School 10/15 (mfF exhib mast)

   Thursday Morning and Afternoon

   I didn't see Beth until just before French class.  I was naked, of
course, and had to put up with a whole picture session for Peggy Schwartz,
outside - flexing my muscles, even bending over and showing my butt.

   But I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life when I drew Beth
aside outside the classroom.  I'd been rehearsing this conversation all
night.

   "I know it's real short notice, but ...  would you go to the dance with
me this Saturday?" I asked nervously.  I held my breath.

   She nibbled her lip, and I tried desperately to read her expression.  Oh
God, what if she already had a date?  I'd die!  I'd wet my pants!  Only I
wasn't wearing any.

   "You're right, it is kind of short notice," she observed.

   My heart plunged, along with my hardon.  "I mean, if you've got another
date, I understand.  I should have asked sooner, only I've never even been
to a dance before."

   "I didn't say that," she said softly.  "I just said it is kind of short
notice!"

   "I'm sorry," I apologized abjectly.

   She squeezed my arm.  "Of course I'll go with you!" she whispered
eagerly.

   "You will!" I barely avoided shouting.  The "you" came out loudly, but I
managed to muffle the "will" to a muffled squeak, at least.  My cock
responded like a cheerleader that had been goosed.  "You really will?"

   "Yes!" she hissed softly.  "I've never been to a dance either, though my
Mom made me go to dance classes," she added wryly.

   "Wow!  Me, too.  Uh - should I get you a corsage or something?"

   She smiled, her dimples deepening.  "If you'd like."

   "What color should it be?  What's your favorite color?"

   She mused a minute.  "White is always nice, and it goes with anything. I
don't know what I'll wear," she moaned suddenly.

   "I'm sorry, I should have asked sooner," I apologized again.

   "I'll think of something," she assured me quickly.  "A white corsage
would be nice.  I like camellias."

   "Camellias," I agreed, hoping I'd remember.

   "Now come on, we'll be late for class.  How are you doing?" she looked
down at my dick, which had gotten stiff as a poker, once she'd accepted my
invitation to the dance.

   "Would you?" I asked her as we went through the door.  I knew what she
meant, and she knew what I meant.

   "Ask me," she whispered before heading for her seat.  Her hips were
twitching like her pony tail again, and I was pretty sure what her answer
would be!

   "Uh - Mademoiselle Duclos?" I asked, practically quivering.  I'd done
this in front of enough classes by now.  Embarrassment was running a
distant second to horniness at this point, and the thought of it being Beth
only made me hornier, if that's a word.

   "Oui, Monsieur Walker?  You would like some 'elp, perhaps?"

   "Oui.  Mademoiselle Finch, would you assist me please?" I asked Beth
formally.

   Her dimples were as deep as I'd ever seen them.  "Oui, Monsieur Walker,
I will."

   She didn't hurry.  In fact, she sauntered, and it was one of the sexiest
things I'd ever seen.  Reaching me, she looked up and me, and winked as she
curled her fingers under my dick.  Then I stifled a gasp as she knelt
before me.

   The whole class was holding its breath!

   For a moment I thought she was going to suck my cock, and wanted to stop
her, but I couldn't!

   Only, she didn't.  Instead, with my dick at about her eye level, she
studied it closely, even fingered the slit at the tip (my knees almost
buckled) and then began to gently stroke it.  A thick bead of pre-cum oozed
from the tip, and she spread it over the head with her thumb and down the
underside of the shaft, making it slick as glass as she slid her dainty
hand up and down my hardon, her hand skating over the super-sensitive cap
with every stroke.

   My cock sent another wave of pre-cum out to lubricate things, its musky
scent rising.

   I couldn't last long, much as I wanted to prolong the pleasure.  I
groaned.  "I'm gonna cum!" I warned Beth softly, afraid of how she'd feel
if she got a faceful of my jizz.

   Beth refused the tissues Mademoiselle Duclos was holding out, and just
then my cock erupted the first, thick wad of creamy semen.  Beth barely
flinched as the gooey gobbet shot out.  The first one hit her chin, then
she bent my dick down so the second one hit the base of her throat, just
above the gold cross she wore on a chain just above the opening of her
blouse, to ooze slowly down between her breasts, the rest landed further
down, spattering her blouse, on the shy slope of her breasts.

   She watched every single convulsion, her hand milking my joyously
erupting prick, and caught every thick, creamy shot, the last few droolings
dropping on her pretty, knee length plaid skirt.  Once my dick began to
soften and shrink, she carefully milked it dry into her lap before
releasing me and holding out her cum-sticky hand for me to help her to her
feet.

   A thick dribble hung from her chin, and I gently scooped it off.  "Thank
you," I whispered gratefully.

   She grabbed my hand, studied my finger with its coating of semen, eyed
it a moment, her mouth working nervously.  Then she took my finger in her
mouth, and sucked it, her mouth and tongue sensuously hot around my finger,
savoring my juices.

   "You're welcome," she answered softly.

   The whole class applauded as she went back to her seat, my cum staining
her oh-so conservative clothes.  She made no effort to mop at it as it
soaked in, lewd evidence of what she'd just done.

   I caught her right after class, still stunned by the whole performance,
my dick rising even as I thought of it.  I looked down at her, at my cum on
her blouse and skirt.  Even the cross she wore was stuck to her skin with
it, white and crusty as it dried on her.  "Why did you do that?" I asked
her, still shocked.  "Aren't you going to wash it out?"

   "No, I'm not!" She looked up at me, and she was very serious.  "I'm
going to leave it on there all day.  Maybe forever.  I want everyone to
know that I'm your girl."

   I could only gape at her when she walked away from me, and I had to
hurry to catch up to her so we could walk to math together.  When I slipped
my hand through her arm, she drew it close so the back of my hand pressed
against the soft swelling of her breast.  She looked up and me and winked,
moving her arm so I felt her nipple against the back of my hand through her
blouse, and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra!  I'd never known her to do
that!

   I was ready to cum again already.  I was ready to walk through fire for
her!  I wondered if this was what love felt like.

   I was still feeling like I was floating when I passed the principal's
office after lunch.  I was just in time to see Karen get her paddling.  I
flushed at her embarrassment, remembering my own from the paddling I took
from Miss Mitchell the day before.

   She was flushed, but I had the feeling it wasn't from embarrassment
alone as she stretched out on the bench and someone held her arms out
straight.  Her ass was soft, and round, smooth and white, until the paddle
struck, when it quickly flared pink.

   Three strokes for being impertinent, with a long paddle, not a ping pong
paddle like the one I'd felt.  I wondered if three strokes of a long paddle
across both ass cheeks was easier to take than the six I'd taken, three on
each cheek.

   When Karen got up, she thanked the principal, and then hurried off, one
of the boys who I'd heard was hanging around her trailing along.  She
looked like she was in a hurry, and something about the look in her eyes as
she passed me made me think "horny." Maybe the guy with her was going to
get laid?  No, not in school, but maybe he'd finger her.

   I was heading for my next class from there when Miss Mitchell
intercepted me outside her office called me in.  For a moment I thought I
was in for another licking, but she offered me a chair.  The leather felt
cold under my butt, and she made no secret of staring at my seemingly
perpetual hardon.

   "I had a discussion with the band director this morning," she began.  "I
understand you've been selected to Dot the 'i' this Saturday at half time."


   "Yes'm."

   She fingered a pencil.  "You realize, I hope, that since this is an
extra-curricular activity, the rules still apply to you, even though it is
Saturday?"

   "No clothes?" I prickled at the idea.

   "No clothes," she assured me.  "Only shoes to protect your feet."

   I thought of it.  Naked, marching around alone on the field until I
found my place; naked on the football field, with the stands full of
parents and students watching me.

   "If it is any consolation," she went on, "as part of the program, the
cheerleaders will be performing nude as well."

   "That should build attendance nicely!" I blurted out, wishing I could
run a binoculars concession.  I'd make a mint!

   Miss Mitchell seemed to be suppressing a smile at that response.  "I
suspect it will," she agreed.  "But how do you feel about it?"

   "Uh - nervous, embarrassed." I paused, and decided to be candid.  "And
excited."

   "I thought you might.  You seem to be partaking in the program quite
comfortably," she observed.  "Or, perhaps 'comfortably' isn't exactly the
word I want?" She indicated my throbbing hardon, and it twitched in
reaction!

   I debated with myself, feeling surprisingly close to this authority
figure that before had been so remote and so scary.  I'd heard she'd been a
counselor before becoming assistant principal, and wondered if she was
psychoanalyzing me.  "To tell you the truth - well, I - I've had nightmares
where I was suddenly in a school hallway, naked.  In the past, I mean."

   She nodded.  "Not an unusual nightmare."

   "Only, for me, it wasn't really a nightmare," I confessed.  "I mean, it
was frightening, but, well, it was exciting, too.  I'd wake up...." I let
my voice trail off.

   "You'd wake up aroused," she concluded.

   "Yes'm."

   "Wet dreams?" she asked.

   "Sometimes." I blushed.

   "It happens."

   "Not since, not since I've - uh - had relief here," I admitted.  "Though
it's been less than a week."

   "I think you'll find that having that outlet will reduce the frequency
of that dream.  It might even eliminate it completely.  And how does the
reality compare to the dream?"

   "It's hard to say." I thought this over.  "It's better, I think."

   "I'm glad to hear that."

   She seemed to be finished and I started to get up.

   "Oh, one more thing.  Are you planning to attend the dance on Saturday?
I don't believe you usually do, but thought I'd better check."

   "Uh, as a matter of fact, I am."

   "Oh!  Good, I'm glad to hear that.  You're really making strides in
terms of socialization, I guess."

   "I guess." Obviously she'd been studying me, and I did kind of resent
being regarded like some kind of lab rat.

   "But there may be one problem," she continued.

   "What's that?"

   She fiddled with her pencil, stroking it as she gazed once again at my
dick.  "Uhm, well, that is considered a school sponsored extra curricular
activity.  As such, it, too, is included within the parameters of the
program."

   I could feel myself blanching.  "You mean...."

   "I mean, you will have to attend it nude," she explained.

   "Like this?" I looked down at myself.

   "Like that." She pointed with the pencil.

   "Ohmygosh.  But what if B - my date objects?"

   "If Miss Finch is unwilling to accept those terms, you can attend stag."
Miss Mitchell looked sympathetic.  Boy, did she have a spy network, already
knowing who my date was!

   "Oh wow," I moaned.  "Oh no."

   "I'm sorry, but those are the rules.  I suggest you break the news to
her as soon as possible.  You can't possibly spring it on her at the last
minute, after all."

   "No'm," I agreed unhappily.  Oh, Beth, what will this do to you?

   Half in a daze, I wandered out of the office and in the direction of
gym, wondering how I could tell her, and what she would say.  I felt my
chance at a real dance type date going right down the drain, and taking
Beth with it.  Why would any girl, especially one as sweet and innocent as
Beth, want to go to a fancy dance with a naked date?  I mean, like, this
was the homecoming ball.  Everyone got really dressed up for it - well,
suits and ties on the guys and nice dresses on the girls, anyway.

   Even if Beth would have me, how could I go naked?

   I was in such a funk I didn't even need to ask for relief for the rest
of the day.  After band practice I found my bike had a flat tire, so I was
slogging my way home with it when I heard Beth calling me.

   All right, I was a chicken.  I'd been avoiding her, telling myself I'd
call her on the phone when I got home, instead of facing her in school.

   "Carl!"

   "Oh, hi," I mumbled.  "I didn't hear you."

   "You've been avoiding me," she countered shrewdly.

   Damn, why did I have to love a girl who was so smart?  I thought of
denying it, tried to, but I couldn't lie to her.  "Yeah," I admitted
gloomily.

   "Why?" The hurt in her voice went through me like a knife.

   I couldn't look at her.  "I can't go to the dance with you."

   She stopped in her tracks.  I even took a couple of steps before I could
react and she jumped forward and grabbed me, making me drop my bike.  "Why
not?  Did you ask someone else?  I bet you got a date with that slut
Marilyn!"

   "No!  I haven't even talked to her since she gave me that blow job," I
countered quickly.  "I can't go, that's all."

   "Why not?" I started to reach for my bike, but she stopped me.  "Why
not?" she asked more plaintively, more gently.

   "Because, since it's an extracurricular activity."

   "Besides being ungrammatical, that doesn't make any sense."

   "I - can't wear any clothes if I go," I muttered.  "I'm not allowed to
wear any clothes at any school sponsored extracurricular activity until
Monday.  I even have to march with the band naked on Saturday!"

   "Oh!"

   I used her surprise to grab my bike back up and start walking again.

   "Oh," she said softly, walking beside me, thinking.

   And that's that, I thought gloomily as we walked slowly along in
silence.

   "So, you'll be naked," she announced suddenly.  "So what?"

   "I can't go to a dance naked with you!" I protested.  "That's ... 
That's...."

   "That's what?" she asked.

   "I don't know.  Perverted!"

   She stopped me.  "Why?  You've been going around school naked now for
four days," she reminded me.  "You've walked down the street naked with
me."

   "It's a formal dance - well, semi-formal, anyway."

   "There's no rule you have to wear a jacket and tie to it," she pointed
out.

   "No, but everyone does."

   "Girls don't," she teased.

   "Well, okay, girls don't," I agreed.  "They wear nice dresses and
stuff."

   We reached the corner to her house and stopped.

   "Take off your clothes," she ordered.

   "What?" I was only wearing shorts and a shirt again.  Why get all
dressed up for school if you're just going to have to take 'em off again at
the door?

   "Put your bike down, and take off your clothes."

   "Here?  Now?" I looked around.  It was late afternoon.  Cars were
driving by, people were walking by.

   "Here and now," she insisted.  "Take them off!  You said you had to obey
any reasonable request from me, remember?  So take them off, or I can
report you for a program violation."

   She could, I realized.  Leaning my bike against a lamp post, I stripped
off my shirt and handed it to her.  She was tapping her foot as I dawdled,
until I finally shoved my shorts down and stepped out of them.

   "All the way," she insisted.  "Shoes and socks, too."

   Blushing furiously, I handed her my shorts and obeyed, my cock swelling
and stiffening traitorously as I danced on one foot then the other.  The
sidewalk was hot and gritty under my bare feet.

   After taking my shoes and socks she looked me up and down critically,
which only made my cock stiffen more, of course.  Darn she was cute, even
when she looked so serious!

   "You look formal enough to me," she insisted.  "In fact, you look better
than the outfits some of those dorks will be wearing."

   "Well - I - but I'm naked."

   "So you are, but I am not going to let you cheat me out of going to the
homecoming dance just because you're suddenly going all modest on me!"

   "You mean, you'd go with me like this?" I asked, unbelieving.

   "I'd go with you if you were, well, any way you go, I'll go with you,"
she insisted passionately.

   I was aware of people walking by, around us, driving by, eyeing me - no,
eyeing us both curiously.

   "Are you sure?" My dick was stiff as iron, of course.  She still had my
cum on her blouse and skirt, all crusty and white.  I could even see some
dried cum on her throat where it had run down inside her shirt.

   "Positive." She tickled my dick, and then gave me a teasing peck on the
cheek.

   My pecker bounced with joy.  Then I thought of another problem.  "But,
what about your parents?  How will they feel about it?"

   "Oh." She thought about this.  "Well, I don't know." She thought some
more.  "Can you come by my house tonight, after dinner?"

   "I guess so," I agreed.

   "Just the way you are now?" she added.

   "Uh, yeah, if you think I should."

   "I do."

   "What are you going to do?"

   She looked baffled.  "I'm not sure, but I'll think of something.  Do you
have the program brochure with you?  Can I borrow it?"

   I dug in my book bag.  "Sure, but what for?"

   "I think they got a copy in the mail, but I'm not sure.  When all else
fails, there's always the truth."

   I had never known her to lie anyway, but I didn't say that.  I handed
her the brochure with the picture of the naked man and woman on the cover.
"What time?"

   "Make it eight o'clock," she answered, turning away toward her house.

   "My clothes!" I reminded her.  She was still carrying them.

   She turned around, backing away with them behind her back.  "You'll get
them back tonight, at my house," she promised, her dimples laughing at me.

   "Thanks a lot!" I protested, not really upset.  Darn it, I was getting
to like walking around naked in public!  There I was, alone on the corner,
naked as a jaybird in broad daylight while my girl friend walked away,
waving good bye to me with my clothes.  She even had my shoes and socks!

   A car with a bunch of girls in it drove by, a convertible with the top
down, an they all yelled and screamed at the sight of me.  Blushing again,
I gathered up my bike and trudged on, wondering what was going to happen
tonight.

   But, Beth wanted to go to the dance with me still!  That was something I
thought joyfully.  That was a lot!  She must really love me to do that!  My
spirits soaring again, I strolled along whistling the school fight song, my
dick proudly saluting everyone.