Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. 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". Codes: mf ff boy gi mm cons reluc gay les het fant bro sis safe oral anal mastrb pett toys food exhib voy slow caution sch ------ Chapter 9 I held my breath while Missy's Mom told Missy who was calling. It was after dinner, and I'd just churned through my trig, hardly paying attention to what I was doing. I figured it was better to turn in trash than not turn it in at all. My conscience, and The Stick, had been at me, and at me, and at me, all the way home, and since I'd gotten home. They'd been at me in my room after school, during dinner, and I'd spent as much time as I could hiding in my trig from The Stick, and from everyone else, too, even my Mom, my brother and Beth. I felt like a total shit! I was a total shit. This was not an easy call to make, and I was afraid Missy wouldn't want to talk to me, and I couldn't blame her. And where was she? How long did it take for her to pick up the phone? Maybe she didn't want to... "Where'd you go?" she challenged me, jarring me out of my brooding. "I looked around for you at lunch and you'd vanished -- again -- and don't tell me it was Patterson, I don't want to hear it -- and then I didn't see you all afternoon, and even after school!" Yeah, I'd pulled on her the same thing that she had pulled on me, and I didn't even have the excuse of being love struck. I felt like dirt -- worse than dirt, and that shot about Patterson didn't help, because he was part of this whole ugly mess I'd gotten myself into. "I'm sorry." That sounded so feeble. "Are you mad at me?" she asked fearfully. "NO" I answered quickly. "No, I'm not mad at you. Anything but. But I'm awful mad at myself. I -- could you come over, please?" "I don't know," she muttered, obviously put out. "I need you. Please?" The Stick was teetering on the brink, I needed Missy, and I prayed she'd understand. I mean, like this was stuff I couldn't even talk with my Mom about. There was a tense moment of silence and I felt as if my heart was freezing. "Please," I pleaded. A sigh. "Oh, Dee, of course. I'll be over in a few minutes." At least she hadn't asked me if it was about Mike, because I don't know how I would have answered that. I mean, it was, but it wasn't, not in a way that would hurt her. I was just so confused! "Thank you," I sighed, breathing again. "And bring your stuff for school? You can even bring pajamas, too, if you want." "I don't think I can find 'em," she answered with a naughty giggle. "I'll be there in a few minutes. I gotta check with Mom, just a formality. A few minutes." I felt a wave of relief. "Thanks. See you." "See you." So, I hid in my room, agonizing. What could I say to her? How could I possibly make up for what I'd done? She was my BFF and I'd -- what? -- scorned her? Rejected her? Abandoned her? Shunned her? All of the above? The few minutes seemed to stretch into hours. I heard the doorbell and flinched, but then she didn't come, and didn't come, and didn't come, and... There was a soft knock at my door. "Dee?" My throat clamped shut and I couldn't answer and I felt sick, and... "How do you eat an elephant?" she asked softly through the door. "W--w--w--one bite at a time?" I managed to choke out, tears stinging my eyes at the sweet, comforting sound of her voice. I drew a deep, shaky breath. "H--h--how do you carve an elephant?" Missy's answer through the door was soft, and warm. "You get a big, big, big, big block of marble, and you chip away all the little bits that don't look like an elephant. May I come in?" "Uh huh." I was sitting on my bed, slumping (shut up, Stick!) looking at my hands. "What happened?" Missy asked. All I could do was shake my head, tears running down my cheeks. What was wrong with me? She came over, and when she sat down the sag of the bed tipped us together, and I leaned against her, and I was naked, of course, and her warmth felt so good, even though she was dressed, and all I could do was let her hold me while I cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I managed to mumble when I thought I'd cried myself out. "Did you forget me?" she asked, and her soft question was like a dagger, because I hadn't. I'd thought of her every step of the way home, every step. "No," I admitted, the tears starting again. She drew a deep breath. "Then, what was it? What happened? Was it Patterson?" "No. Well, not entirely. Not even mostly." My nose was all stuffy and runny and I reached for a tissue, but Missy was closer and grabbed the box and handed it to me. "Then what?" I shook my head. "I -- d-don't -- know!" I could feel the tears threatening to wash over me again. "I -- it's just -- you're so -- h-h-h-happy with Mike, and I'm happy for you -- b-b-b-but I feel so lonely all of a sudden, and I miss you, and they're saying I'm a dyke, and I was sitting right next to P-p-p-Patterson and I c-c-c-couldn't even touch his -- his cock -- and he and I talked, only it didn't seem to help, and he's so angry and I couldn't help, and I'm scared I'm losing you, and..." She held me, shushing me. Here I was supposed to be The Stick, the strong one and she was consoling me, and she lay me down on the bed with her and just held me for the longest time. I heard a whisper, and the door softly closing. "One bite at a time," Missy said softly. "Who's saying you're a dyke?" "P-Patterson told me some of the kids at school are, because I hugged you in the lunch line, and that means that they're probably saying it about you, too, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." It all came out in a rush. Missy wiped the tears off my cheek. "Let 'em talk. It's only talk. I know I'm not a dyke." "B-but what if I am a dyke?" "So, maybe you're a dyke. It's not the end of the world, and anyway, you're probably not, and no matter what, you're my best, best friend, always and forever." I snuffled. "Thank you." When she didn't say anything more, I steeled myself to 'fess up about the afternoon. "I was avoiding you, because it hurt so much to see you so happy, and I felt bad about that, and I didn't think you'd want me drooping around and spoiling everything for you and Mike, and that you didn't need me anymore, and -- and -- oh, I don't know -- and I was angry 'cause you were so happy, and I was jealous, and I knew it was stupid and wrong, and..." She held me and kissed my face, even licking away my tears, her kisses warm and tender and sweet. "It's all right," she soothed me. "It's all right. I love you. I will always love you." "I love you, too," I whispered. "What does The Stick have to say about all this?" I snuffed. "She's not even speaking to me," I muttered miserably. "She's so pissed off at me for what I did, and ... oh, I've just messed everything up!" She held me, and it felt so good. "No, you haven't," she said softly. "You haven't messed things up at all." I snuffed. "You might ask The Stick if she's hungry," Missy suggested. "Your mom said you didn't eat much." I shook my head. "I don't wanna go downstairs. I'm a mess, and Beth is here, and I'd feel like I had to explain, and I..." "There's a whole Rossini's pizza on your desk, and Coke. Your mom brought it." "On my desk? A whole pizza and Coke?" Mom must be really worried! "You want some, too? Is there enough?" "Plenty, and I sure do! I was so worried about you..." "I'm sorry," I moaned. "C'mon, quit apologizing. Let's eat before The Stick throws a hissy," Missy argued. "And before the scent of garlic draws scavengers, like Beth and your brother. We can fight about who has done what to whom later, if we feel like it, after who does who knows what with whom, if we still feel like it." She helped me up. That left me scratching my head. "Huh?" "Never mind, eat," she insisted, guiding me over to the chair. "Come on, sit in my lap and I'll feed you. Here, sit this way." "I'll squish you!" But she pulled me down in her lap anyway, and I put one arm around her shoulders to steady me. "Pooh. You're not heavy, and I'm well padded." "Are not!" "Am so!" But she was warm, and soft, and there was a whole big pizza, still in the box, and the scent of garlic and cheese and tomato made my mouth water. "Are not!" I argued. "Am so." I only had one arm free, so she fed me, and I sorta fed her, with kisses and cuddles and giggles, sharing bites, by hand, even though Rossini's Pizza is definitely not finger food, with lots of sauce and cheese and garlic, just the way I like it, and it dribbles grease, and long strings of cheese, and pepperoni and onion, so I wound up with it down my front, all the way down, and on my thighs, and Missy teased cheese and pepperoni out of my pussy with her fingers, making my toes curl, and made a show of eating it. And Missy wound up with it on her clothes, so we had to get her out of them, and we licked the remainder off each other's face, and body, and then we both needed a shower, and that led to a lot of cuddling and touching and kissing and hugging under the warm streaming water. "Feeling better?" Mom asked, checking in as we were toweling each other off. So I just had to give her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Much, and thanks for the food." She was holding Missy's clothes with their load of sauce and cheese. "I hope some of it went into you, Missy." We giggled. "It did," we chorused. Mom gathered up the wet towels, adding them to the clothes. "I'll take care of these tonight so you'll have them tomorrow for school. Oh, and I left some stuff on your bed I thought you might enjoy." So, of course, we had to scamper down the hall to my room, naked as jaybirds, as the old saying goes, to find a worn shoebox on my bed. Written on the cover, in big, black letters, in my mom's handwriting, it said "PRIVATE!!" I sat on my bed, Missy pressing close beside me. "Well, open it!" "But it says..." Mom didn't use exclamation points very often, and this had two. "She gave it to you! Open it!" She was bouncing beside me, her plump titties jiggling. I eased the lid off, and we both gawked. "That looks like a..." "Cock," I finished for her. It was longer than my hand, sort of skin colored all over, shaped like a cock, with a head and veins. I picked it up and discovered it was made of a sort of a rubbery plastic, and had a cord that connected to a plastic box with one of those thumb wheels on the side... "See what it does," Missy suggested, so I turned the wheel and the cock buzzed. "Oh my," I breathed. "It's a dildo, with a vibrator," Missy said, surprising me. I mean, I knew what a dildo was, but that she knew surprised me. I picked something else up out of the box, and it was a vibrator, one of those sort of torpedo shaped ones, smaller around than the dildo, but longer. And there was a plastic squeeze bottle of some kind of lubricant, and some other stuff. "Sex toys!" My mom had sex toys?! Missy had picked up the dildo, feeling it. She made it buzz, and touched it to my tit and I let out a squeak of surprise. "Stop it!" "Oh, no," she argued, "this is too much fun!" And she poked me with it again. "Wow!" So I just had to retaliate and zapped her titty with the hard plastic vibrator I was holding, and it turned into a free-for-all, rolling around on the bed, each trying to get the other in all sorts of places, until we were lying side by side, holding each other, and our lips just came together in a sweet, deep kiss. When we broke for air I waved my vibrator. "You want me to?" "Do me, do me, do me," she whispered, rolling on her back, spreading her legs. "Lemme get some lube," I answered, diving for the box and taking out the squeeze bottle. "Hurry!" She was running the buzzing dildo over her tits, making her nipples vibrate and stiffen even more, if that was possible, her knees spread wide like a swimmer's frog-kick just before the legs spread and whipped shut. She was totally open, completely vulnerable, her pussy with its delicate muff inviting my attention. I drizzled some lube over the tip of the vibrator, carefully closed the bottle and set it aside. Then I lay down at Missy's hip, resting my arm on her cushy thigh. I ran just the tip of the buzzing vibrator up the outer side of one labium, over the top and down the other, and she stretched her legs even wider apart, her hips lifting to present herself to me. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned when I slipped the tip up along her slit of her still closed cunt lips. I looked up, and she was slipping the rubbery dildo into her mouth, way deep in her mouth, sucking on it as if it were a real cock, and it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life. I visualized her doing that with Mike and my pussy gushed and clenched. Then I went back to tending her garden, using my fingers to part her furrow so I could slither the buzzing vibrator along her inner petals, up, up, up toward her clitty, until her heels dug into the bed and she shuddered, lifting her pelvis, mumbling incoherently around the fake cock filling her mouth. "Muh, muh, muh," she grunted. 'Here?" I pressed the tip against her clit, and she shook her head no. I giggled nastily. "Here?" I asked, sliding the vibrator tip down to her anus. "Mmm mmmm." She grunted, shaking her head no. I relented. "Here?" I nuzzled the nose of the buzzing shaft at the very entrance to her vagina. "Mmmmmm," she groaned, nodding yes, still sucking on the dildo. I felt so deliciously wicked as I slowly invaded her body with the vibrator, sliding it into her cunny slowly, so slowly. "MMMMWaaaaaa!" she wailed, pulling the dildo out of her mouth. "More, oh more!" She winced, and I stopped, but she shook her head. "More, more, more." So I gave her more. She winced again, and mewed, but the motion of her hips made it plain what she wanted, so I gently slid the vibrator further in, and further, watching it slide deep into her willing body, until I couldn't get it in any further, and I began to slide it in and out, in and out, changing the angle a little with every stroke, so it went up, or down, or to the side. "Yes, yes, yes, ohgod yes! Oh, Dee, oh God, oh God, waaaaaaaaaah." And she stuffed the dildo back in her mouth, sucking greedily on it, her body arching, arching, arching, straining, straining, straining, until she suddenly went limp, whimpering, pushing my hand with vibrator away. Turning the vibrator off I slowly extracted it from her quim, and the juices coating it were tinged with pink, and I cried, because I knew she'd surrendered her virginity to me. Resting my cheek low on her soft tummy I felt so good, almost as if I had cum along with her, and all it was was the knowledge that I had pleasured her so well, and guilty with the knowledge of what I'd done. "I'm sorry," I whispered. Missy turned and curled, reaching for me. "No. No no no, don't cry. I knew. I knew when I saw the vibrator exactly what I wanted, and I wanted you to do it." "But Mike," I protested, as she drew me up and cuddled me and kissed me. "Someday Mike, if it is Mike, will take my boy/girl virginity, and I know that will be just as sweet and wonderful," Missy assured me. "This was wonderful because it was you." "Thank you," I whispered, loving her so much. After we had snuggled together for a few minutes she squirmed loose, chuckling wickedly. "And now it's your turn. Only you get the dildo -- if you want it. If you think you can take it." Did I want it? Did I want it! But I was scared, a little. It looked big, and it had ridges and things. I'd never had anything bigger than a finger or two up there. I went into a silly, squeaky voice. "No, no, not the dildo!" Missy knew me so well. "Yes, the dildo!" "I'll never talk! You'll never get the information out of me!" I spread myself on the bed like I was tied there. "Here it comes, My Pretty!" I watched her drizzle lubricant on the already spit slicked dildo. "But first, to soften you up!" Her mouth fastened on my left tit and I thought I'd gone to heaven. She sucked on it so hard, and oh it felt so good! Then her hand explored my chest. "My Pretty seems to be getting some tits!" she exclaimed. "Delicious!" And her mouth fastened on my other nipple and all I could do was moan. It was like rivers of fire were rushing through me, and I felt my pussy flooding. I wondered if she'd even need the lubricant. Without really thinking about it I bent my knees, spread my legs wider, totally exposing my naked, hairless, virginal pussy. I heard the dildo buzzing, and she played it over my bare flesh, and I whined as the vibrations shook my crotch. Sucking again on my tit, she wriggled the rubbery fake cock, using it to part my lips, wriggled it up and down my slit, setting my clit abuzz before slithering back down, giving my asshole a buzzing before finding the entrance to my vagina, the vibrations stirring me to a frenzy. I felt it slip in, and in, and I kept waiting for it to hurt, but there wasn't any hurt. It just went deeper, and deeper, and got better and better, filling me, stretching me, shaking me to jelly down there, it was -- it was -- electrifying! If I'd been capable of thought I probably would have realized I'd wiped out my hymen at some point in my athletic career and never even realized it, but I really didn't give shit I was so engulfed in pleasure, all my muscles twitching and squirming. "Are you okay?" Missy asked a little fearfully, pausing. "Oh, God, YES! Do it, deeper, do it, oh it's wonderful, oh God it feels so wonderful. Don't stop! YAHHHH!" It bottomed out, the vibrations buzzing deep, deep, deep inside me, shaking my cervix, my womb, my soul. Missy began stroking it in and out, in and out, fucking me with it, and my hips matched her thrusts and it was like I was climbing a hill on my bicycle, pumping, and pumping, and pumping until suddenly I reached the crest and I was rushing down the other side, swooping, down, and down, and down, and down, a hurricane of pleasure battering me. I was gurgling mindlessly until I finally couldn't take it anymore and I had to grab her hand, and slowly ease the dildo out of my exhausted cunt. And then I wrapped my arms around her and drew her close, over on top of me, and -- well, I slobbered all over her face and neck and ears, and she giggled and squirmed until we were both exhausted and just lay there panting and sweating. And then we were hungry again, so we had to go after the cold pizza still on my desk, and that meant another shower, and then we snuggled together under the covers, in the dark, and made slow, sweet love to each other with our lips and tongues and fingers. And there, in the dark, we talked about her, and Mike, and me, and a little about Patterson, until The Stick decided to make herself known again, nudging me to say what I think Missy and I both knew needed to be said. "You know something," I said softly and seriously, to the top of her head as she rested her cheek on my chest, toying with my nipple. "Uh huh." She sighed. "Things are gonna change." "You're gonna want to spend more time with Mike. And you'll find you like him better than me." "NO!" "Yes, you will. It'll be different, and better." "Yeah," she agreed reluctantly. "And it's gonna mean less time with you." She sighed soulfully. "I'm sorry." "No," I argued. "Don't be sorry. I want you to be happy. Really I do." "But what about you?" I hugged her. "I'll be all right. The Stick is Tall, and Slender, and Sexy..." "She sure is," Missy agreed, giving me a strong hug. "And Strong," I went on. "There will be someone out there for me, and I don't know if it'll be a boy or a girl. How can I? I'm only twelve!" "Almost thirteen," she teased. "And Mike probably won't be forever, though I don't like to think about that." "Don't think about that," I ordered. "Don't think about that. But right now, here, it's us, and I'm gonna hold you close and store up as much of you as I can." "And I want as much of you as I can have, and you can have as much of me as I can possibly give you." We held each other, and the tears ran down our cheeks, and ran together and mingled as we fell asleep in each other's arms.