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 Carl Naked in School 15/15 (mf exhib mast oral rom)

   Saturday Night

   No, I take that back.  Beth had on jewelry, of course, a necklace and
earrings, and the corsage.  She also had a little golden ribbon, tied in a
dainty bow, decorating the soft, pale brown bush nestled between her sweet,
slender thighs.

   For a moment, I swear, my heart stopped dead, and I stopped breathing.
In fact, it seemed the whole school, the whole world was holding its
breath!

   She was so beautiful!

   Then I realized she was looking at me anxiously, and I broke out of my
paralysis.  "You're beautiful!" I said softly.

   "You think so?" she asked fearfully, her eyes boring into mine.

   "I know so." 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!"
Blindly I handed Beth's coat to the girl checking them.

   Beth was exquisite.  Her breasts were more beautiful than I had imagined
they could be, gentle mounds capped with delicate pink nipples.  Her waist
was trim, and she had the gentlest rounding to her tummy and graceful hips.
Her skin seemed to glow.  Her bush was light brown, set off by the delicate
golden bow.  Her legs were slender and graceful, the shoes were silver,
sparkling, catching the light like jewels on her dainty feet.

   "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen I my life," I assured
her sincerely.  With her hair up, her neck was as graceful as a swan's. 
Even the curve of her collar bone was beautiful.

   She turned gracefully in front of me, her arms out from her sides a
little, her tight little bottom flexing as her heels clicked on the hard
floor.  Her back was straight and smooth, her shoulder blades graceful
curves.

   Then she turned gracefully to face me again, smiling shyly, licking her
lips.  I wanted to sweep her into my arms, but restrained myself, reaching
for her hands.  I drew her close, but not touching, and kissed her
tenderly, and as I did, a wave of applause swept through the crowd.

   "Let's go into the dance," she suggested softly, retrieving her little
purse from the counter before taking my arm.  She pressed my naked arm
against her warm, soft, bare breast, and I couldn't keep from looking down
at her, at the lovely peaks of her tits, her bare shoulders, her bare - her
bare everything!

   The crowd made way for us and the people crowding the door to the gym,
drawn by the noises from the hallway, fell back away as we entered.  It was
like the parting of the Red Sea!

   The gym had been turned into a wonderland of crepe paper streamers. 
Electric candles graced circular tables, and overhead a mirrored globe
turned, sending beams of colored light dancing around the walls.

   I dithered, finally finding a table that seemed vacant a ways back from
the dance floor, not too close the speakers so we wouldn't be deafened.  I
drew out a chair for Beth and she sat down, letting out a little squeal
when her bare buttocks contaced the metal seat.  "Yow, that's cold!" She
giggled nervously.

   I settled beside her, conscious of how everyone was looking but trying
not to look at us.  "It'll warm up.  You get used to it."

   We clung to each other.  Well, I clung to her, and she clung to me. 
Maybe she was clinging to me for security, but I wanted to touch her, hold
her.  Once again she'd given me a gift that I could see no way of equaling.
"I can't believe you did this for me!  You're not only beautiful.  You're
braver than I am!"

   She smiled at me, and giggled softly, her dimples deep.  "Well, I didn't
want to be over-dressed, after all."

   "You are so beautiful!" I felt like a dork, but it was all I could think
of to say.

   "I bet you say that to all the naked girls you meet," she teased,
squeezing my arm.

   "I do not!" I protested.  "You're the first ever.  And," I went on, "I
would like to point out that I have showered with the girls from gym every
day for the last week!  None of them can hold a candle to you!"

   I wanted her in my arms.  "Would you like to dance?" I asked.

   "Uh huh," she agreed.  I held her chair, helped her up and we held hands
as we wended our way to the dance floor.

   "Oh!" She let out a little squeal.  "Someone pinched me!"

   I glared back at the table we'd just passed, but everyone looked
innocent.  Too innocent, I decided, marking that as a table to be avoided.
If it happened again I'd talk to the chaperones.

   Then we were on the dance floor and nothing mattered.  My arm went
around her slender, naked waist and she rested her hand on my shoulder.  At
first we were hesitant, holding each other stiffly, formally, not touching
too much.  I was intensely aware of my jutting hardon, almost as if I were
afraid I'd stab her in the belly with it.

   "Don't smudge my makeup," she warned me as we began to move.

   I glanced down at her body, doubting I'd ever tire of the sight of it.
"You mean, you...."

   She giggled.  "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."

   "Wow!" I didn't know what else to say.

   Everyone was watching us, too.  I was so aware of the warmth of her body
close to mine!  I was holding this exquisite, delicate creature, afraid if
I squeezed too hard she would shatter in my hands.

   But slowly, we drew closer together.  Her tits touched my chest, my dick
brushed her tummy.  She was warm, and soft, and yielding and soon she was
nestled against me as we danced to the slow tune that was playing, and
neither of us cared about whether her makeup got smudged or not.

   It was almost a shock when the slow tune ended and the music shifted to
something faster.  We separated, holding hands, moving to the beat, and I
felt my hardon waving heavily and I didn't care.  Her little titties
jiggled as we danced.  Around us the lights danced, the dancers whirled and
stepped and shook, but I only had eyes for her.

   Neither of us really knew what we were doing on the fast dance, but it
didn't matter.  We were laughing by the time the music ended.  Along with
half the crowd, we headed for the refreshments.  The third time some bozo
tried to cop a feel off Beth I eased her in front of me, wrapping my arms
around her from behind as we worked our way through the crowd.

   Beth nuzzled her head back against me as my dick nuzzled her back.  She
was enough shorter I wasn't trying to bugger her, but all I'd have had to
do was bend my knees a little to slide my hard cock up along the crack of
her ass.  She teased me by pushing her butt back, throwing me a wicked look
over her shoulder.  Then she slid my hand up to cup her soft, warm, bare
breast with its hard little nipple, and the breath caught in my throat
again.  It was a perfect handful.

   Back at the table with our sodas, we pushed our chairs close together.
She was on my right, and I felt her left hand on my thigh.

   There were some other kids at the table, of course, and we talked with
them about the music and the dancing.  They wanted to know what it was like
to go around naked, so we talked a bit about that.  Stephanie was there -
she'd come stag, I guess.  She was wearing a pretty dress, the neckline
showing off her generous boobs nicely.

   Then the music started up again, and everyone but us and Stephanie got
up to dance.  The plump girl seemed to sag into a sad reverie, so I turned
my attention to Beth, not a hard thing to do.

   Beth grinned at me, drinking with her right hand, sliding her left
farther up my naked thigh beneath the paper table cloth.  Then her delicate
fingers curled around my hardon and she gave it a squeeze and I thought I
was going to cum right then.  I leaned over to give her a kiss on the
cheek, but she turned her head and our mouths met.

   "I washed my hair with conditioner," she said after breaking the kiss.
"It's nice and soft."

   So I reached for her head with my left hand.

   "Not that hair!" She giggled softly, nudging my leg with hers under the
table.

   I flushed.  "Oh!" Sliding my hand up her thigh, I felt the soft curls of
her pussy.  Her thighs opened, letting my fingers nestle between them
against the warm, humid softness of her pussy.

   "Oh, that's nice," she purred when I moved my fingers against her.

   "Like that?" I asked, my dick leaking precum.

   "Uhm hmmmm," she assured me, stroking my cock, running her thumb over
the head of it, spreading my precum around and coaxing another wave of it
out.  I worked my fingers deeper into her pussy and felt hot, slick, wet
folds of flesh.

   I was in her slit!

   "Oh yes," she hissed.  "Don't stop."

   I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, if anyone could see
what we were doing under the table.  Stephanie seemed to be daydreaming,
looking out at the dance floor.  Then I glanced down.  Beth's tits were
stiff, her chest was moving raggedly.  "If you don't stop, I'm going to
cum," I warned her.

   "So am I," she moaned.  "Oh, my, please don't stop."

   "Oh," I groaned.  "Oh, God!"

   She was working her crotch against my fingers now, her hips rocking, my
fingers deep in her slit, rubbing her hot flesh.  Meanwhile I was trying
not to hump her hand too obviously.

   "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she panted.  "Nnnnnngggggghhhhhhh!" It was soft, the
music was loud.  I don't think anyone heard her, but I could feel her tummy
muscles and her cunny muscles clenching and clenching and clenching.

   That was all it took - that and her hand working my burning hardon.  My
gut pulsed and I felt cum erupting in hot, sweet spurts, my groin
convulsing as my balls emptied themselves all over her hand and my dork in
thick, gooey globs.

   "Oh gosh," she sighed, leaning against me wearily.

   "Sorry," I apologized, thinking of the mess.

   "Don't apologize for that!" she giggled.  "That was wonderful!"

   With my free hand, I reached for some paper napkins and slipped them
under the table.  Together, giggling and squirming no more than if we were
just snuggling and laughing, we tried to mop up the mess.

   "I think a trip to the ladies room might be in order," Beth suggested
with a giggle.

   I looked up, into Stephanie's eyes.  They were wide.  "Did you guys
just...?" she asked, aghast.

   "Want to go to the ladies room with me?" Beth asked.  "I might tell
you."

   "You're - "

   "Come on," Beth urged Stephanie.  I got up, sheepishly aware of the
slimey state of my crotch, holding a handful of napkins in front of it. 
Together the three of us beat a hasty retreat to the rest rooms.

   Once there I ditched the napkins in the trash and peed, standing in
front of the urinal until the three guys that were in there had left.  Then
I went to the sink and tried to clean up a bit.  Wet paper towels sluiced
away my cum, but I wished I'd brought my comb with me to tidy up more down
there.

   Beth and Stephanie were arm in arm, thick as thieves when I came out. 
It looked to me like Beth had somehow convinced Stephanie to work the
neckline of her dress a bit lower, so even more of her awesome tits showed,
almost to the nipple.  Together the three of us headed back toward our
table when I spotted Jerry Wilson standing along the wall and got an idea.
Steering us in that direction, I introduced him to Stephanie, knowing he
had a real thing for big boobs.

   Sure enough, he and Steph hit it off and Beth and I made our way to the
table to drop off her purse, then to the dance floor again.  For the time
being, at least, my dick was down.  That lasted about a minute into the
next slow number, when I snuggled Beth close against me again, this time
abandoning the formal dancing pose to just wrap our arms around each other.
Her warm, naked body molded itself to mine, and she squirmed her bare tits
against my chest.  My cock swiftly rose to the challenge, of course.

   We danced, and partied with friends, and snacked.  At one point, near
the end of the evening, as we danced slowly, Beth captured my right leg
between hers.  She was pressing and rubbing her crotch against my thigh,
and I could feel her pubic hair, feel her juices on me, while I was humping
my hardon against her tummy.

   If the chaperones had known what we were doing they'd have probably
fainted, but Beth was soon panting, and my cock was aflame, until finally
it let loose, pulsing against her as hot cum spurted up between us, making
us both sticky again.  Beth moaned softly, quivering against me, and I knew
she was cumming, too.

   That made for another trip to the restrooms, only this time we took a
detour and wound up in the girls' locker room, instead.  Laughing together,
we cleaned each other up in the shower, somehow avoiding getting our hair
wet - our head hair, anyway.  Using the comb from her purse, Beth carefully
combed my pubic hair, and I carefully combed hers, showering her tummy with
kisses as she giggled and squirmed.

   "Oh, I lost my bow," she pointed out mournfully when I was finished.  I
felt bad for her, until she giggled.  "Someone's going to find it on the
dance floor, I bet."

   The dance was almost over, and we both felt badly about that, but I
think we were both looking forward, still, too.  We danced the last dance
in a tight embrace, oblivious to everything but the sensation of being so
close to each other.

   We walked homeward, arms around each other, snuggling against the chill
with only our coats between us and the night air.  At her doorstep, we
paused.  "I had a wonderful time," she said.

   "I did, too." We kissed.

   "Would you like to come in?  Or do you have to be home?"

   "If I'm going to be later than 2:30 I'll have to call," I explained.

   "Oh, good.  Lots of time," she whispered with a giggle, digging out her
key.

   The house was dark, though I was pretty sure someone was probably awake
upstairs, at least until they heard the front door close.  "Let's go down
to the playroom," she whispered sneakily, kicking off her shoes, dropping
her coat on the floor by the door.  I followed suit and we tip toed down
the stairs to the basement family room, her naked body a pale ghost ahead
of me until she turned on a soft light, and the electric fireplace.  She
got a soft drink for us to share out of a small fridge.

   "That was such fun," she sighed as we snuggled on the day bed in front
of the fake flames.  "I had a wonderful time."

   "So did I.  More than once," I joked, and she poked me in the arm.  "So
did you," I pointed out.

   We kissed and cuddled.  Since we'd both cum twice at the dance, there
was no rush.  But I hadn't forgotten my promise to her, either, or what I'd
learned from my Mom.  "You smell good," I said, nuzzling her perfumed hair.
It had come down, loose ringlets trailing around neck and ears.

   "Thank you," she purred, toying with my cock.

   "Do you taste as good as you smell?" I wondered aloud.

   "What do you mean?" she asked.

   "Well." I licked her ear.  "Like here."

   "Mmmmmm." She purred.

   "And here, maybe?" I nibbled on her neck with my lips.  "Oh, yes, you
definitely taste good." My hand was cupping her tit, my thumb playing with
her nipple.

   I kissed her lips, and our tongues played tag.

   "What are you doing?" she asked when I moved on down toward the soft,
sweet treasures of her titties, pausing to lick the hollow of her throat.

   I nibbled my way lower, her fingers combing through my hair as I did. 
"This is for you," I explained softly, just before my lips closed on her
nipple.

   "Oh!" She gasped.  "Oh wow!"

   I sucked on her tit, nipped it gently with my teeth, and her arms curled
around my head, holding me close.

   But that wasn't my ultimate goal.  Gently, I eased her down on her back,
playing with her sweet, soft breasts again, nibbling my way down her torso.


   "What are you doing?!" she asked, almost as if she were afraid.

   "Sssshhhh," I soothed her.  "This is for you."

   "But...." Her voice cut off as my tongue found her navel and probed it.
"Oh, gosh!"

   I had to slide down to the floor, lifting one of her legs on to the
daybed, stroking her thigh as I opened her crotch to me.  For a moment she
trembled, cupping her sex with her hand, but I moved it aside as I showered
kisses on the inside of her thighs, then across her tummy just above her
frangrant bush.

   "Ohmygosh," Beth whimpered.  "You shouldn't.  You don't need to!"

   I lifted up and looked up at her, loving the sight of her naked breasts
as she looked down at me.  "But I want to.  I want to, very much.  This is
for you!" I assured her.

   Then my mouth was settling on her sweet pussy, my lips tugging at her
hair before my tongue began exploring that soft, shy forest to find her
slit, and she moaned, her hands caressing my head, the last of her
resistance draining away.  "Oh, Carl," she moaned.

   Enjoying every moment of it, of the way she sighed and moaned and said
my name, I feasted between her thighs for a long time, teasing, tantalizing
her.  Her hips would start to hump, and I'd ease off, wanting this never to
end.  Then I'd dive back in, my tongue probing deeper each time.

   She spread her legs wantonly wide.  I suckled on her clit, then probed
her hot cunny with my tongue, reaching as far into her as I could, her
fingers knotting in my hair with passion.  Her fragrant juices coated my
lips, my cheeks, my chin and nose.  I was engulfed in her delicious scent.

   "Oh, let me cum," she finally pleaded,and I couldn't hold back any
longer, my lips sucking on her clit, my tongue flicking it as I slid a
finger into her hot, wet cunt and she wailed her ecstasy, her thighs
clamping around my head as she orgasmed for what seemed like forever, her
pussy spasming around my finger until she slumped with exhaustion.

   Then I eased back up, sliding along her until we were in each other's
arms, lying together on the day bed, our legs tangling, kissing.

   "That was unbelievable," she said with a sigh.

   "You do taste good all over," I assured her, and she licked her pussy
juices off my face.

   "Mmmmmm.  I'd say I do, too," she agreed, an we laughed softly into each
other's neck.  Her hand found my cock.  "Would you like me to...."

   I shook my 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."

   "Must you?"

   I nodded.  "Mom will be waiting up."

   "She's a pretty good mom, isn't she," Beth observed as we untangled
ourself and sat up.

   "She's the best," I answered, thinking Beth didn't know the half of it.
"I don't want her to worry."

   Up by the door it was hard saying good night, with lots of hugs and
kisses, but I finally had to make my way home, wrapping my coat around me
to keep off the night chill, holding close the memory of the feeling of
Beth against me.

   Mom was waiting up, though not downstairs.  She came to my room, wearing
the same robe she'd been wearing that morning, as I was pulling the covers
down on my bed.

   "Well, how was it?" she asked, leaning against the door.

   "Wonderful," I answered, knowing the word was totally inadequate.

   "Did Beth have a good time?"

   "Uh huh." I looked at her.  "Thanks, Mom."

   "For what?" she asked, a knowing twinkle in her eye.

   "For everything.  For this morning," I admitted.  Then I gave her a hug.
"For signing me up for the program.  It did me a lot of good."

   "I think it did us all a lot of good.  Sleep tight, son."

   "You, too, Mom."

   It was going to feel strange to be wearing clothes to school again.  A
relief, in a way, but not, in others.  Maybe once a week I'd go without. 
Maybe Beth would, too, I thought, just before I fell asleep.