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 Carl and Beth Do Sex Ed in Middle School

   by peregrinf

   Copyright(c) 2010 by peregrinf

   ------ Description: WARNING: CHAPTER 8 CONTAINS SOME MALE HOMOSEXUALITY.
Beth Naked in School was one of those occasions when everything fell into
place perfectly.  To maintain that quality has been slow going.  Good
writing is like that.  Sometimes it just takes time.  New readers, I
suggest you at least read Beth Naked in School.  Even better, read the
whole trilogy; in order, "Carl Naked in School", "Carl Naked in School -
Beth's Story", and "Beth Naked in School".
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   Chapter 11

   After cleaning ourselves and each other up, with lots of sighs and
giggles, we heard Ms Andrews out.  When she stopped talking the only sounds
in the room were from Stephanie and Tony softly closing the cabinets after
putting away the towels and bowls of water.

   We weren't even breathing!

   Carl and Beth and Steve and Kathy stood in the background, behind Ms
Andrews, and Steph and Tony joined them.  I noticed Steph tucking herself
in against Kathy.

   Outside our nice safe room we heard the fading chatter of everyone
heading for lunch, while we tried to get our brains around what Ms Andrews
had said.  Everyone was still naked, though the boxes with our clothes in
them were only a few feet away.  Sitting in a rough semi-circle -- John and
I were out at one end -- most of us had our heads down, mulling this over.

   "You mean -- you want us -- to go out there -- naked?" Terrell asked,
looking up, breaking the silence, and we all began breathing again.  "Right
now?"

   "That's the idea," Beth affirmed.

   There was a general muttering as we digested this news.  I think we'd
all suspected this was coming, but it was still a shock.  I broke out in a
cold sweat.  Naked at home was old hat.  Naked in here, with the group, I
was okay with that.  But naked, out there, in class, in the halls, in the
cafeteria, in front of the whole school, teachers and everyone?

   That was pushing well beyond even my comfort zone.

   I wasn't stupid.  In my heart I'd known where this was going.  In spite
of The Stick whispering in my ear all the time, I'd been like Cleopatra
about this whole thing.

   You know, da Queen of de Nile?

   Until the asp bit her in the end, The Stick reminded me wickedly.

   And here I'd always thought he'd bitten her on the tit.

   Patterson was sitting beside me, knitting his fingers together again. 
Across the way Maria Sanchez's eyes were the size of saucers, and she
actually looked a little pale.  Missy and Mike were holding hands tight,
leaning against each other.

   "Hey, people, this is a spin-off from the Naked in School Program,
remember?" Ms Andrews reminded us.  "We want you to bring enlightenment to
the masses, to try to prepare them for what is to come by giving them the
facts about their bodies, about sex and sexuality."

   I reached over and put my hand on John's, and he did his best to
dislocate my knuckles instead of his own.  Carl and Beth were biting their
lips, and I could see Ms Andrews's concern that this whole thing was about
to fall apart around her ears.

   What could she do?  She couldn't force us to do anything.  This whole
thing was voluntary.  We'd stripped down in class voluntarily -- no one had
to, but in the end we'd all done it.  And we were all the better for it. 
But go out there naked?

   Then I thought of all the preparation that had gone into this class, and
began to get an inkling of what it all meant, of how much sweat certain
people had put into it, all for us -- no, not just for us -- for the
student body as a whole.

   The Stick was thinking hard.

   A number of people had put a lot on the line for us.  Carl and Beth, Ms
Andrews, TPTB, who knew who else?  They were depending on us.

   And what about our schoolmates out there.  They say ignorance is bliss.
It is also a recipe for getting into deep doo-doo.

   Because they were ignorant, selfish, and horny, guys would coerce girls
into sex -- not just sex as in hand jobs or oral, but out and out fucking
-- and girls would do it, believing it when the guy said "I love you" so
sincerely, believing they really, really loved him, believing he really
would pull out in time, as if that worked.

   They wouldn't know it was likely out-of-control hormones driving them,
not true love that would last forever.  Guys and girls wouldn't know what
the stakes were.

   Knowledge is power.  Girls needed to learn that they have the right to
decide who does what with their bodies.  Guys needed to learn to take "no"
for an answer.  They both needed to know that there were alternatives to
playing hide the salami, alternatives that didn't risk pregnancy.  Girls
like Mickey needed to know that what jiggle buys isn't real popularity, and
that sex is too high a price to pay for something so fleeting.

   I thought, too, about Beth, standing up in church, naked and unashamed,
to do the readings, and add her own little homily.  I remember Carl boldly
marching naked in the middle of the football field, dotting the "i" in the
school name after the rest of the marching band had spelled it out.  I'd
seen Beth riding out of the darkness at the pep rally to stir the crowd to
a frenzy, and then inspiring the football team to a last second victory
against our arch rival.

   They'd put it all out there.

   And then Beth paid off with her own body -- or maybe that was as much a
reward for her as for the team?  What must it have been like, walking into
that locker room after the game, knowing she was going to get the screwing
of her short life?

   I'd heard she'd made a bargain, and stuck to it.  In my family that was
the honorable thing, you didn't make a promise you wouldn't keep, and she'd
kept hers.

   Maybe she had enjoyed the gang bang.  She'd never talked about it, as
far as I knew.

   Oh, that was an extreme, but on the whole The Program worked, getting
people comfortable with their own bodies and the bodies of the opposite
sex.

   What we were doing here in this middle school class was preparing for
The Program.  On the tipping point between childhood and adulthood, we had
gotten at least some inkling of what the hell was going on within us, and
how to handle it.  Me, and I hoped John, had learned to quit worrying about
being gay until we knew for certain, and that if we were gay it wasn't the
end of the world and we weren't any the less for it.

   And somehow bullies needed to learn to face and conquer their own fear
of being gay, instead of throwing up barriers by tossing around wounding
words like "dyke," and "faggot" and "fairy."

   The Stick was kicking my ass.  That's the only explanation I can come up
with for me rising to my feet and stepping out in front of the class, and
turning to face them.

   To my surprise the room went silent.  And there I stood, naked as the
day I was born, in front of my classmates, Ms Andrews, my brother and his
girl, and four high school seniors who'd voluntarily exposed their
homosexuality to us, even to the extent of showing us how it was done.

   Every eye in the room was on me.  I had never felt so naked before in my
life.

   What the hell was I doing?  What the hell was I going to say?  Why was I
here?

   I could feel Ms Andrews watching me, and I knew there was just the hint
of a smile on her face, and she was nodding slightly.

   I thought her faith in me was touching, and woefully misplaced.  The
silence stretched to the breaking point.

   "Stand tall," The Stick whispered in my ear, so I did.

   "Stand tall," she repeated, "and speak from the heart."

   I cleared my throat nervously.  "Who are we?" I asked softly.

   Silence.

   "Again!  Louder," urged The Stick.  "Make them hear it!"

   I drew a deep breath.  "Who are we?" I asked, my voice ringing in the
small room.

   God, someone answer me!

   Missy.  Bless her heart, it was Missy that understood, who threw me a
life-line.

   "We're The Dirty Dozen," she answered, as if it were obvious.

   I nodded.  "Did you hear that?  We're..."

   "The Dirty Dozen!"

   John Patterson?  He rose to stand beside me, and laced his fingers
through mine.  "We are The Dirty Dozen," he repeated more loudly.  He was
shaking, but he was with me.

   "We are The Dirty Dozen," I repeated, while my mind stampeded off in
several directions at once.

   "I don't take that name as a joke, or an insult," I went on.  "I take it
as an honor.  It is what we are.  We have faced the truth about ourselves,
about desires and emotions, about our bodies, about actions that some
people consider dirty -- unspeakable -- to be hidden away -- about
instincts some parents prefer to ignore or suppress, until we're 'old
enough, ' whenever that is, or not at all.

   "Now we know that all these things are as much a part of what we are as
our hands and feet are, our hearts and minds.  We know that fear and
revulsion of these things are products of ignorance!

   "We know that sex, with the right person, with love and respect for the
other person, is beautiful, and a lot of fun, and that it doesn't have to
be fucking, but other, safer ways.  We've learned not just about sex, but
about ourselves, and each other, as individuals with hopes and fears and
desires."

   I looked at my classmates sitting in front of me, in nothing but their
skin, holding hands and was struck by something else.  We had become
something more, thanks to this class.  Oh, the sex had been great, and we'd
learned a lot about it, but we'd connected with each other in ways we never
would have otherwise.  All the barriers had broken down, barriers between
the genders, barriers between the grades, between races and cultures.

   Instead of being segregated by sex and age we were all mixed together.
Boys were with girls.  Sixth graders were with 7th graders.  Okay, the 8th
graders were paired with 8th graders, but that was an accident, and anyway
Mike and Missy sat with Judy Liu and Terrell Ford on one side, and Judy
Greene and Bill Harris on the other.

   So much for self segregation!  We were a team, The Dirty Dozen, and I
was proud of it!

   Inspiration struck, and I pointed at A.  J., who was holding Mickey's
hand, the exemplar odd couple, the geek and the sex pot.  "What have you
learned about Mickey?"

   A.  J.  looked startled, blinked behind his thick glasses.  "That's
she's really smart.  Almost as smart as me!" That got a smiling glare and a
poke in his ribs from her.  "And she knows more than me, because she's a
year older.  She wants to be a doctor.  She has a dog named Goofy.  She
hates Brussels Sprouts."

   "That doesn't count.  Everybody hates Brussels Sprouts," Patterson said.

   When the general laughter died down, Mickey spoke up, seriously, with
none of the usual giggle and jiggle.  "A.  J.  is sweet, and really, really
smart, with a wicked sense of humor, and he loves puns."

   Terrell spoke up without being asked.  "Judy Liu loves to cook all sorts
of great stuff, stir fry stuff.  She wants to be an astronaut.  Her dad is
an engineer, only he's working at the supermarket because he hasn't
qualified for his license in this country, but he's taking night classes so
he can.  Her older brother is in the Army.  Her mom cleans offices and is a
wonderful artist."

   "Terrell is kind, and very gentle," Judy responded.  "And he wishes more
people would talk with him about what it's like being a different color,
and he doesn't want to play football, like everyone seems to think.  He'd
rather play the piano, classical piano, only he can't afford a teacher."

   "Bill Harris is a singer!" Judy Greene announced loudly.

   "Th--th-that's j--j--just p--p--part of-f m--my sp--sp--speech
th-th-ther --apy," he protested.

   "But you sing beautifully!  Show them!"

   "N--no," he stammered.

   "Please," Judy begged.  "You sing in church!"

   He shook his head, reluctantly, I thought.

   "Would you, please, Bill?" I urged gently.

   Don't ask me why, I blame The Stick.  She knew he really wanted to.  And
I don't know why he listened to me, but he did.

   He stood up, shuffled his feet, looking around nervously.  Then he set
himself, one foot a little ahead of the other, squared his shoulders,
closed his eyes.  It was as if he forgot he was naked, letting it all hang
out.  He was relaxed in a way I'd never seen him before, and strong, and
confident.  You could see him gathering himself, centering himself the way
I did before a dive.

   He opened his mouth, drawing in a deep breath, not from his chest and
shoulders, but from way down in his gut.

   Then, in the sweetest, most beautiful voice you could ever hope to hear,
he sang.  "Panis angelicus..."

   Or something like that.

   I don't know what it meant, it was just Latin to me, but it sure was
beautiful.

   And before we could breathe, he broke his pose to launch into a Rap,
fast and sharp, filled with syncopation and tongue twisters that left us
stunned.  He was moving and jerking in time with the sharp, primitive
rhythms, all of it without a stutter.

   Then he just stood there, blushing, while we whooped and clapped, and
Judy was on her feet, giving him a huge hug, while I gathered my wits. 
Obviously there'd been a lot of interaction outside the class as a result
of us being forced together.

   "And I'll bet every one of us has a similar story we could tell," I went
on.

   Except me.  John was still a real mystery to me.

   "But the point is, we are The Dirty Dozen, part of something bigger than
we are, and we've been given a special opportunity here, and we need to pay
it forward.

   "A lot of people have put themselves on the line for us.  Ms Andrews
stripped herself naked and 'fessed up to her own pregnancy when she was a
kid, in the hope that we would learn not to repeat it.

   "Carl and Beth worked hard putting their act together, put themselves on
the line for this class.  Steve and Tony, Kathy and Stephanie showed us
their sexuality, and their love.  Steph even came out of the closet to her
folks."

   I hadn't heard how that had turned out, but she had dark circles under
her eyes, and was clinging to Kathy, so it can't have been easy.

   "What kind of a payoff have they been hoping for?" I asked.  "Well, what
do you think?  They want us to go out there to be the ones to teach our
classmates what we've learned, to teach our schoolmates the truth about
sex, to help them figure out the whole painful snarl of puberty and growing
up.  This is peer counseling, and we have been chosen to be the counselors.

   "If we don't do it, the whole exercise comes to nothing.  Kids will go
on making mistakes born out of ignorance.  You heard Tony.  He almost
committed suicide because he was trying to be something he isn't, because
he didn't know it wasn't his fault, didn't know how to come to terms with
being gay.

   "And some people need to be taught that it is wrong to throw around
words like 'faggot' and 'fairy' and 'dyke, ' probably because they're
afraid of what they don't understand.  Regardless of the reason, that is
bullying, and they need to know we won't tolerate it.

   "Abstinence?  Nice idea, but even King Canute couldn't turn back the
tide, and if you don't know who he is, come see me after the class.

   "We know that the sex drive is one of the strongest human drives there
is, and at our age it is hard to resist.  You and I know that abstinence
might work for a few people, but those aren't the ones we needed to reach.

   "Sure, we learned about condoms in grade school, but getting condoms at
our age is tricky and embarrassing, though it shouldn't be, and they don't
know the alternatives to fucking that avoid pregnancy while sharing
pleasure and joy, and they don't know that these acts aren't dirty or
shameful, that it's right and good to show your love and share joy and
pleasure even with someone of the same sex.

   "If we don't teach them, girls might wind up getting abortions, or have
to give up a child for adoption, the way Ms Andrews had to.  Or if they
don't do that they'll have to give up college, maybe even drop out of high
school, their dreams, their hoped-for future lost, because they have to
raise a child.

   I pointed toward the door.  "I am not ashamed to walk out there like
this." I swept my arms down to indicate my nudity.

   "Scared?  Yes.  Scared to death!  But I'd be ashamed if I didn't go out
there.

   "Because these people," and this time I indicated Ms Andrews, Carl and
Beth, Steph and Kathy and Steve and Tony, "have laid it on the line for us,
so we can go out there and teach the truth about sex and relationships.  We
owe it to them, but even more, we owe it to our classmates, our
schoolmates, to pass along what we've learned here so those people out
there are not blundering around, making mistakes that could ruin their
lives out of simple ignorance.

   I was getting so passionate I had to draw a deep breath after that last
sentence!

   "They don't know that what they're feeling, as confusing and scary as it
is, is normal.  Is it love, or is it one set of glands calling to another?
God knows I don't think I can tell yet.  But the urge to hook up is there,
regardless.  It's like we're starving kids in a candy shop.

   "They need to learn that it is okay to love someone who happens to be
the same sex.  It happens.  They need to know no one knows why it happens,
and that there's no shame in it.

   "They need to learn to avoid taking one of those steps that can't be
taken back, like getting pregnant.  They need to know that there are safe
ways to enjoy their sexuality, even if they can't tell whether it's true
love or not.

   "They need to know that no one has the right to force them or trick them
into doing something they don't want to do.  They need to know that if it
does happen there's someone they can go to who will listen, and believe
them, and who will give them help and protection."

   I felt John stiffen next to me, but I was on too much of a roll to stop.
I gestured to our instructors.  "They taught us.  Now it is up to us to
teach our friends."

   I took another deep breath and again pointed to the door.  "Now, I will
go out there, alone if I have to, but I'd really like to have some company.
How about it?"

   I remembered Beth at the pep rally.

   "Who are we?" I asked again, loudly.

   "We're The Dirty Dozen!" Missy called out, getting to her feet, Mike at
her side.

   "Who are we?" she asked, surveying the group.

   "We're The Dirty Dozen!" the class answered, louder.

   "Who are we?" Bill Harris sang out, literally sang out, holding Judy's
hand.

   "We're The Dirty Dozen!" They were all on their feet shouting.

   Letting go of John's hand, I turned toward the door.  Ms Andrews, who
was between me and the door, jumped to open it, while the high schoolers
lined up on each side, forming an honor guard for us to pass through. 
Standing tall, I high-fived Carl and Beth as I walked out between them.

   "Lunch room," Ms Andrews whispered to me as I passed her, the cooler
corridor air touching me all over, reminding me of just how naked I was. 
All my below the waist organs were clenching, a sexy feeling knot in my
crotch.

   The composite floor was cold under my bare feet, and it would probably
take a scrubby pad or wire brush to get my feet clean after this walk, but
I didn't care.

   God I was scared.  But The Stick was right there with me, reminding me
that I was Tall, I was Slender, I was Sexy, and I was Strong, backed by the
power of my convictions.

   Leading the way, I didn't dare turn around to look, but I somehow knew I
wasn't alone.  I strode boldly into the cafeteria, right down the center
aisle between tables jammed with our schoolmates.

   There was a clatter of dropped tableware, gasps, and more than one "holy
shit!"

   At the far side of the room, in front of the fire doors, I whirled
around, and found the whole Sex Ed class following me down the aisle, John
in the lead, the rest two by two, holding hands, all of us stark staring
naked.

   I grabbed John's hand and drew him to my side, and directed traffic,
Terrell and Judy Liu to my left, Missy and Mike to my right, A.  J.  and
Mickey left, Bill and Judy Greene to my right, Al and Maria to my left, so
we were spread along the wall, the windows behind us letting in warm
sunlight on our naked backs.

   It went as if we had rehearsed it!

   I was shaking and scared, but I think I stood taller than I ever had
before.

   You bet your ass I had everyone's attention.  The ladies behind the
counter and even the kitchen staff came out to gape at us.

   Ms Andrews had stopped at the far door, and she and the high schoolers
lined up along that wall, all of them just as naked as we were, but I don't
think anyone noticed.  All eyes were on us.

   Shit!  What an ego trip!  This was a good as ripping a perfect two and a
half off the high board.

   "We are The Dirty Dozen," I announced, loud enough to carry to the
school's front office.  "We're here to answer your questions about sex.  No
bull.  No evasions, no euphemisms, and if you don't know what a euphemism
is, it means we'll call a cock a cock, and a cunt a cunt.  We'll try to
help you understand what's happening to you."

   I pointed to one gaping 7th grade boy.  "About why your dick gets hard
when you least want it to.  Like it is right now!"

   He flushed and put his hands in his lap.

   I pointed to a girl, "You'll understand why you burst into tears when
you see the guy you think you love holding hands with your best friend.  It
won't stop it from happening, but at least you'll know why you do it, why
you get all hot and squirmy down low in your tummy and between your legs
when he looks at you, or you think of him."

   "Welcome to puberty.  We're going to start right here, and right now, by
showing you, in living color, how girls and boys are different, different
in the way we look, and pee, and feel, different in ways even those girly
magazines don't dare show."

   When I paused, Ms Andrews hung up the hot-line phone by the door and got
everyone's attention from her side of the room.  "I just talked to the
office.  The first afternoon period is canceled.  Lunch hour will be
extended so there will be time for this.

   "And after today The Dirty Dozen will be available for the rest of the
school year to advise and counsel you if you have any questions.  They are
your friends and your classmates, and they will NOT reveal ANYTHING you
tell them in confidence to ANYONE, not even your parents, a teacher, me,
the administration, anyone, unless it is a matter of health and safety.

   "Isn't that right?" she asked us.

   "That's a promise, cross our hearts," I vowed, sketching a cross on my
naked chest, invoking that most solemn of childish oaths.  I looked to make
sure the rest of The Dirty Dozen followed suit.  "And if we don't know the
answer we'll say so, and help you find the answer.  If you have a problem
too big for us, we'll find help for you."

   There was a burst of applause, and if Ms Andrews hadn't strode down the
aisle, along with some other teachers stirred out of their cozy lunchtime
retreat, we probably would have been trampled by a couple of hundred
curious and horny tweens.  As it was, they cleared the tables in front of
us, made the kids clear the rest of the tables, organized the mob, while we
took our places, sitting on the tables to put ourselves on display.

   Which explains how I wound up planting my bare ass on a cafeteria table
and spreading my legs for a bunch of 6th, 7th, and 8th graders, most of
whom I knew, but who had never seen me this way, naked and unashamed.

   "C'mon, cunt, show us what you got!" the first swaggering moron in line
ordered.  I knew this little snot was one of John's so-called friends.

   At this age I also knew it was the law of the jungle, and this lioness
was not about to lose control by letting this young cub bully her.  My legs
slammed shut tighter than a bank vault door and I leaned over into his
face.

   "A cunt is what I got," I snapped back, "not what I am.  You learn to
treat me with respect and maybe I'll let you in on our secrets."

   He fidgeted, uncertain, and tried another tack.  "Why are you hanging
out with this faggot loser," he sniped, indicating John at my side.  I felt
John stiffen and decided to end this right now.

   Without even thinking about it, I clamped the twerp's nose between the
knuckles of my middle two fingers.  I was NOT going to lose control of this
pride!  I twisted a little and his eyes began to water as I used my grip to
move him out of line.

   "You get out of the way.  Come back when you've grown up.  Meanwhile,
why don't you go over and call him faggot." I used my grip on his nose to
turn him, and pushed him in the direction of Tony standing along the wall
with Steve.  "I dare you."

   Tony looked surprised, and then smiled as he came out to make sure the
jerk didn't try to avoid him.

   I'd let go of the twerp's nose before Ms Andrews could come over and put
me on report for inflicting grievous bodily harm on the jerk.

   "Next!"

   Obviously cowed by my treatment of the first kid, the second boy stepped
up warily.  "Uh, hi, I'm Mark Richardson.  Can I see your -- uh..." His
voice trailed off as he turned pink.

   I greeted him warmly and gently.  "Hi Mark.  Sure.  Which is it, my tits
or my pussy?" I opened my legs to him.  "What grade are you in?  6th, isn't
it?"

   "Yeah.  Uh -- both?"

   "I don't have much to offer in the boob department yet, but I'm working
on it.  Have a feel, if you want, but be gentle, okay?"

   He ran his hands over my knobs, made me shiver as they stiffened.  He
looked down.

   "Is that it -- your -- uh -- pussy?" He kind of hung back.

   I nodded.  "Uh huh." Reaching down I parted my labia to give him a tour
of my formerly privates.  "Come on, it doesn't bite."

   "You don't have hair," he pointed out.  "Aren't you supposed to have
hair?"

   So I gave him the spiel about how everyone develops differently, and
that I was working on it.  I also told him to go to Mickey if he wanted a
tit show, but he was now focused on my twat.

   "Ca ...  uh ...  May I touch, please?" he asked.

   "Did you wash your hands before lunch?" He nodded.  I gave him credit
for cleanliness, courtesy and grammar.  "Yes, you may.  But be gentle, and
wet your finger," I demonstrated by sucking my own and pointing with it to
where I wanted to be touched, "and if you touch me gently, right there, I
really like it." I peeled back the hood to expose my clit.

   "Like this?" he whispered.

   "Oooooh yeah," I answered.  "I like that!  That's my clitoris, or my
clit, and if you really want to make a girl happy, that's the place to
touch, if she wants you to, if she'll let you.  Hugging and kissing is a
good way to start.  But be gentle at first, and make sure your finger is
wet -- or using your tongue is even better."

   He gulped.  "My tongue?"

   "Uh huh.  But not now." Then, guiding his hand, I gave him the tickle
tour, even letting him slip his finger into my vagina.

   If I did this with everyone I'd be hotter than a firecracker before we
were half done.  Oh, well, might as well enjoy myself, I decided.

   Beside me, John was nervous, but he let the dainty little 7th grade girl
feel his cock.

   "You wanna know how to keep a guy happy without going all the way?" he
asked.

   Her eyes big, she nodded.

   Meanwhile, I had a guy exploring my pussy, but I kept an ear on what
John was saying, worrying about how he was handling all this.

   "Rub it this way, very gently," he directed, showing her how to
masturbate him.  "That feels real good.  But don't get too close, because
if you keep doing it it's going to make me squirt."

   "That's semen, right?" she asked.  "The stuff that makes girls
pregnant?"

   "You're all gooey," the guy studying me pointed out.

   John was a bit taken aback, and realized he'd been talking down to her.
"Yeah.  Did you know you can use your mouth, too?"

   "A blow job," she responded, showing she knew.  "But isn't that yucky?"

   He glanced at me, with a wicked smile.  "Some girls seem to like doing
it."

   I nodded, relieved John seemed to be handling it.  I turned my attention
back to the boy between my legs.

   "I'm gooey because I'm kinda turned on by all this," I admitted.

   "You wanna fuck?" he asked eagerly.

   I laughed.  "I admit, I'm a little horny.  But I'd have to get to know
you better first.  I've never actually fucked, you know.  But when I'm
horny sometimes I masturbate."

   I demonstrated by rubbing myself.  "Like this.  Do you masturbate?"

   He looked embarrassed.  "Sometimes," he admitted.

   "It's nothing to be ashamed of.  Lots of people do it, and you don't
need to worry about getting a girl pregnant.  Ask me sometime when we have
more time and I can get to know you better.  Maybe we can do it together,
if we both feel like it.  Okay?"

   He was blushing, his eyes sparkling as he left.

   Then it was a girl, who admitted she'd never really seen herself down
there, so I gave her the tour, and some brief tips.

   Another boy was next, a kid from my Trig class that I knew pretty well,
and his hard on was painfully obvious, so with his permission I undid his
pants and liberated his beautiful cock.  "Would you like me to help you
with this?"

   He gaped.  I wrapped my hand around his prick, and massaged it.  "This
okay?"

   "Holy shit!"

   It didn't take long.  Someone handed me a napkin and I used it to catch
his cum.  When I looked away to get rid of it I happened to see Mickey. 
She was leaning back on her arms while two guys examined her tits and a
third explored her twat.  She was reveling in the attention, while A.  J.
was talking seriously with a girl in his class as she toyed with his little
pecker, which wasn't looking so little anymore.

   The kid I'd just jacked off reminded me he was there.  "Would you show
me how to do you?" he asked.

   Considering that I was on a hair-trigger I figured it wouldn't take
much. "Would you like to taste me?"

   "You mean I could go down on you?"

   "If you want to.  Have you ever done it?"

   "No."

   I spread my labes and pointed.  "Just lick me a few times, right there."

   He looked doubtful, so I stuck a finger in my cunt and took it out and
licked it.  "Here, try it.  It's not bad."

   He cautiously sucked my juices off another dip in my pussy.

   "Okay," he decided after a moment of thought.  "Yeah!"

   "Right there," I directed.  "Just lick it a few times."

   I knew everyone was watching, but I really didn't care.  Heck, why
should I?  I was The Stick.  I was Tall, I was Slender, and I was Sexy, and
I was, above all else, Horny.  I smoothed his hair as he dove between my
open thighs.

   I knew it wouldn't take much to set me off, and I was right.  He hit my
clit and on the second stroke I went off like a skyrocket, and I didn't try
to hide my orgasm from anyone.  I sang out my joy, and he kept licking
until I finally had to ease him away.

   "When the girl's done she gets kinda sensitive, so it's best to back
off," I explained.  "Thanks!"

   "Let's move it along here, we got people waiting," Ms Andrews reminded
us, with a smile.

   It was an organized madhouse.  Judy Liu and Terrell Ford were side by
side, of course, both of them enjoying the attention.  Judy was such a
delicate little thing, her body boyish, but she wasn't at all shy about
spreading her legs to display her female parts.  Terrell wasn't modest
about his endowments, either.  He had two girls playing with his cock.

   I looked around and noticed that the lines in front of the girls were
mostly boys, with a few girls, while the lines in front of the boys were
almost exclusively made up of girls.  I guess guys are always afraid of
appearing to be gay.

   A guy did come up to John, but John was obviously very uncomfortable and
sent him over to me.  I was happy to oblige the dude, while filing that
little bit of info away.

   There were a couple of guys talking with Tony and Steve, one of them the
jerk who'd tried to give me a hard time.  Apparently he was learning, and I
was glad to see even the big kids were getting in on the action.  Steph and
Kathy were talking with two 6th grade girls who were holding hands.  Steph
actually stroked Kathy's pussy, and parted her labia to show the girls her
sweet spot.

   The boy John had sent my way was happy to examine my plumbing, and I
leaned back and let him root around, so to speak, offering occasional
guidance while I pondered the enigma of John.

   He didn't have as much trouble relating to the girls, once he caught on
that even a 6th grader knows what semen is these days.  But he totally
clutched up if it was a boy that wanted to examine him.

   Then I remembered how he'd reacted during my little pep talk before we'd
come in here, the part about people had a right to protect their own body,
and we'd make sure if they were having trouble that way there'd be someone
to listen, to believe, and do something about it.

   The crowd was dwindling down a bit, so I touched John.  "Come with me?"

   "But..."

   I directed the people from our lines to our neighbors.  "Come on, I need
a break, and the others can take care of things."

   He immediately tensed up, but I drew him with me.  "Trust me, John. 
Have I steered you wrong yet?"

   "No," he admitted reluctantly.

   "So trust me." I made a bee-line for Ms Andrews, who saw us coming.

   "What's up?" she asked.

   "We're beat.  Can we have a bit of a breather?"

   "Of course you can.  Come this way." She must have known something was
up, because she guided us out of the lunchroom, and shooed one lingering
teacher out of the teacher's lounge before she closed the door behind us.

   "I'm fine," John answered curtly, obviously nervous at being near her.
Considering his relationship with most of the teachers it wasn't
surprising. She'd been pretty rough on him at the start.

   Ms Andrews was deft.  "Do you guys like tea?  With some lemon and sugar
it's a lot like lemonade."

   I could feel myself relaxing.  I hadn't realized just how keyed up I had
been.  "I'd love some.  Come on, John, let's take a load off." I drew him
down on the battered green sofa along one wall.  The cracked fake leather
upholstery was scratchy and cold against my naked butt.

   "We shouldn't be here," John protested.

   "Fiddlesticks!" Ms Andrews was busy with hot water and tea bags, and
handed us each a mug of tea, putting spoons, sugar and a bottle of lemon
juice on the table next to us.  "I'm a teacher, you're my guests.  Help
yourself to a cookie."

   Then she smacked her head.  "Oh my gosh, you guys haven't had any
lunch!"

   "Neither have you," I pointed out diffidently as I sweetened my tea and
handed John the sugar.

   "Hang on a minute, I'll be right back.  I just realized!  None of you
Dirty Dozen have eaten!"

   I was glad to just enjoy my tea, the tension draining out of me.  Here I
was, naked as all get out, next to a naked boy, drinking tea.  The whole
thing was totally weird, and kinda sexy, or it would have been if John
hadn't been so tense.

   In a few minutes she was back, balancing some trays of food, sliding
them on to the dining table.  "There now.  Lunch ladies had already taken
care of the rest of you guys."

   We joined her at the table and she took a chair across from us and for a
while we just ate, one naked teacher, two naked 8th graders, munching on
school lunches.  How strange is that?

   A bell rang, and we heard the crowd abandoning the cafeteria.

   "We should be in class," John protested, but Ms Andrews waved him back.
"I think you two have earned an afternoon off.  Dee, what you did was
magnificent!"

   "I didn't do anything," I protested, trying to be modest, all the while
feeling all good inside.

   She gave me one of her fishy looks.  "You know darn well what you did."

   I blushed.  "It wasn't me, it was The Stick."

   "Who the heck is 'The Stick?'" she asked.

   "I ...  well, it's hard to explain.  That first day, when John called me
'Stick, ' well, it stuck..."

   "I'm sorry," he apologized abjectly.  "I shouldn't have."

   "It's all right." I rested my hand on his naked thigh.  "It got me so
mad I decided to flip it on its head, and I created 'The Stick.' Sort of an
imaginary playmate.  Instead of being skinny I was The Stick.  I was Tall
and I was Slender, not skinny, and I was Sexy.  I was strong, I was smart,
whatever I needed.  It got so The Stick reminded me to stand tall when I
was slumping, pushed me to be stronger and braver."

   I thought a minute.  "That wasn't me that said all that stuff in the
classroom.  That was The Stick.  She did it."

   "It sure sounded like it came out of your mouth," Ms Andrews argued. 
"I'd say that you ARE The Stick."

   I shrugged, embarrassed.  "I still don't understand why I was picked for
this class."

   "Why were any of us?" John asked.

   Ms Andrews thought for a minute.  "Truthfully, I don't know the details.
That decision was made farther up the line.  The ever mysterious TPTB, as
we say.  I suspect they had a bunch of social scientists from the local
college studying us like we were lab rats."

   That disappointed me.  I was certain she would know.

   "But I can tell you I was very glad to see you in that class," she went
on, looking at me.

   "You said that before.  Why?"

   "Don't you know?  They couldn't have made a better choice.  You're a
natural born leader."

   I shook my head.  I wasn't a leader.  I wasn't class president or
anything.  I'd never been captain of anything.  I was just -- me.

   "I probably shouldn't tell you this.  It'll make you all self-conscious,
which we don't need.  All you need to be is you.  You're bold.  When you
see what needs to be done, you do it.

   "When Missy and John were paired, and you with Mike, that first session
with the high schoolers, you didn't take it.  I was hoping you wouldn't. 
You grabbed John and sent Missy off with Mike.  You think I didn't know how
you felt about Mike?  I hoped, and I was right.  You took things in hand
yourself, even though it meant risking my wrath -- fat chance of that!  --
but even if it meant not being with Mike.  That had to have been hard.

   "And that set an example.  I was tickled pink to see Mickey and A.  J.
follow your lead.  She coulda gone with any of a number of stud muffins,
but she went with the geek, even though she'd been paired with Al Butler
for that session.

   "It was you got The Dirty Dozen out of that classroom and into the
cafeteria.  If it hadn't been for you I don't know what would have
happened."

   I was still shaking my head.  I didn't want to be a leader.  I just
wanted to be me.  The thought of people following my lead scared me stiff.
I'm just me!

   "The kids look up to you," she went on.

   "That's just 'cause I'm tall."

   "You keep telling yourself that.  Anyway, all I know is you got up and
got those kids moving when nobody else did.  That was one of the best
speeches I've ever heard.  Oh, it was a bit long, but for an off-the-cuff
speech it was darn good."

   I kinda shrugged, and couldn't quite stifle my smile.  Thinking back on
it, it was pretty good, I thought.  Wish I could remember exactly what I
said.

   She snorted.  "But don't let it go to your head.  And for God's sake,
don't run for office.  You'd make a lousy politician.  When you see a
problem you cut right to the heart of it.  People have trouble with that.
They'll never vote for you, but when you lead, they'll follow.  You lead by
example, the best way.

   "The best leaders are the ones who don't want to be leaders, but when
they see what needs to be done and everyone else is sitting on their hands,
they step up and get it done.  You're smart, you're brave, and I don't
think you'll ever meet a door you can't get open.  If you can't find the
key you'll take it off the hinges, or kick it down, and then other people
will follow you through it."

   I blushed.

   "What about me," John mumbled.

   She thought about that for a minute.  "Well, first of all, John, I owe
you an apology.  Not that you deserve it, you were pretty snotty at first.
But now that I've gotten to know you, thanks to Dee here, I was wrong to be
so harsh with you."

   Not looking at her, he was watching his fingers tangling nervously.

   Ms Andrews waggled her eyebrows at me, but I couldn't figure out why.

   "Tell me about yourself," she urged him.  "I know you're new here."

   He nodded, but didn't look up.  "Last year."

   "That's rough, coming into a new school, especially in the middle of the
year," she observed, so obviously she'd already known that.

   He nodded, still not looking up from his tangling fingers.

   Ms Andrews gave a little nod toward the door, and I caught on.  "I need
the girls room," I excused myself.  When John started to get up I put a
hand on his shoulder.  "You stay." I grabbed a cookie and made a show of
eating it.  "Try 'em, they're good."

   When he reached for one I slipped away.

   "Hurry back," Ms Andrews suggested, while at the same time, while John
wasn't looking, she was frowning and shaking her head.  I knew she didn't
want me there, and I really didn't want to be there.  John had some pretty
deep problems, ones I'd just as soon not know about.

   "Where'd you come here from?" I heard her ask John as I closed the door
behind me.  I heard his voice, but not his answer.

   I heaved a sigh of relief, comforted by the fact that at last John was
going to get the help he needed.

   But what now?  The hallways were empty, everyone was in second afternoon
period classes, which I really didn't want to face.  I thought of the stir
I'd created in the lunch room, and thought of the fuss people would make,
and I REALLY didn't want to face that!

   So, not wanting to be a liar, I headed for the nearest girls' room and
settled down in a stall -- being naked did eliminate some otherwise
necessary steps, like pulling down pants -- and while I peed I contemplated
my future, but that was so muddled I quickly gave up and just shut my mind
down.

   I'd wiped, and I was just sitting there when I heard the outer door
squeak.

   I didn't want to see anyone.  I really didn't.

   "Dee?  Are you in there?"

   Except Missy!  I blinked back sudden tears.  "Yeah.  How'd you find me?"

   Dear, sweet Missy.  I felt all warm and safe as she quietly settled in
the stall next to mine, and I heard her pee.

   "Elementary, my dear Watson," she answered in her phony British accent.
"This is the girls' room nearest the teachers' lounge."

   "Did you see John, or Ms Andrews?"

   "Nuh uh.  The lounge door was closed.  I wasn't about to rattle that
cage.  I'm s'posed to be in class."

   "So 'm I.  Where's Mike?"

   "Boys room."

   I heard a flush on the other side of the wall separating girls from
boys. "Sounds like he's done."

   "Uh huh."

   Silence.  Blessed silence.  Missy and me, together, sort of.  We didn't
need to chatter.  But Mike was waiting, and I finally pointed that out.

   "He'll wait."

   Silence again.

   "W ...  would you like to come home with me?  With us?" Missy asked
hesitantly.

   "Us?"

   "Me and Mike."

   My heart gave a little leap.  "You and Mike?"

   "Uh huh.  I already asked him, and he's okay with it."

   I didn't know what to say to that.

   "Nobody'll be home," she said softly.  "Not for hours."

   "We'll need our clothes."

   Only 'til we get home, The Stick suggested wickedly, but I thought that
was too much to hope for.

   "Got 'em," she announced, slipping mine under the partition.

   A few minutes later the three of us slipped out of the school into the
fresh air and sunshine.  It was the first time ever we'd cut classes.

   We ran and skipped like kids on a holiday, and my heart was racing at
the thought of what might be going to happen when we got to Missy's house.

   ------ The End