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NIS: Pieces of Sam (Book 1)
Copyrighted 2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved


		Chapter One: Friday



"...hope they don't get some ugly girl to do it," Todd was saying and
the other guys were grinning and nodded their heads.

"Do what?" I asked.

I didn't like Todd very much, or his friend Mike, but I wanted to sit
with Josh like I always did during lunch and my best friend had saved
me a seat. I noticed Penny right away too. She was sitting with her
friends on the girls' side of the cafeteria and watching us, but Josh
had his back to her, so that was cool. There wasn't any real reason to
have a boys' side and girls' side; that was just the way it worked out
for some reason. I didn't mind, except I didn't want to sit at the
same table as Todd and Mike.

"Hey," Josh smiled at me as I sat down. "Mr. Singer told us about that
Naked in School thing."

"Maybe Sam's gonna do it!" Mike said and he giggled like a little girl
even though he was even taller than Josh. Bigger around too, like old
Mrs. Whiting would have called him husky or something.

"Shut-up," Josh told him as I sat down with my lunch tray full of fish
sticks and French fries. That was the only bad thing about Fridays; I
hated fish.

"Of course I gotta do it," I said. "What are you guys talking about?"

"That PTA meeting," Josh explained. "They had to tell everybody's
parents what's gonna happen and get permission or whatever."

"You mean those consent forms?" I frowned and stabbed some crispy
French fries with my fork. "I got one this morning."

"Some kids aren't gonna do it," Todd said. "But they have to move to
another town or something."

"Shut-up!" I rolled my eyes.

"No it's true. Duh!" Mike made a face at me. "That new guy, he knows
all about it."

"All about what?" I shook my head. "I don't even know what you're
talking about."

"Forget it," Todd said. "Your mom's a stripper anyway."

"So?" I stared at him like I was gonna punch him.

"Reasonable Request," Mike grinned, changing the subject without even
realizing it. "That's gonna be so cool!"

"No doubt!" Todd was grinning too. "And like whoever the girl is? She
can't cover herself up or anything."

"Handcuffs!" Mike laughed and I narrowed my eyes at them.

"You guys are sick," I decided, as much as I hated saying anything to
either of those two dorks. "They can't handcuff you anyway."

"Mr. Singer said they can," Josh shrugged. "If you try to hide your
pussy or whatever? The teacher can handcuff your hands behind your
back."

"Yeah right," I waved at him with my fork. "They got some other thing.
That collar thing."

"Tits too, Samantha!" Todd said with his mouth full and it was useless
trying to have a normal conversation. "Can't cover your tits!"

"Don't call me that," I frowned.

"Somebody said, that Ryan guy said, that they did this naked in school
thing at his old high school," Todd looked around all excited. "And
like the really hot chicks had to help with sex education and stuff."

"That's stupid," I said with a roll of my eyes. "What's the point of
that?"

"I dunno," Josh shrugged.

"Like for practice!" Todd giggled. "All the boys got to try it!"

"I hope it's Penny," Mike grinned at us. "That would be so cool."

"She's totally hot!" Todd agreed.

"Totally illegal is what it would be," I said. "You can't make a
fifteen year old girl have sex with a bunch of boys."

"They can if her parents say it's okay," Mike told me. "That Ryan guy
said everybody had to do it at his old school."

"Yeah," Josh agreed. "That's what Mr. Singer said too."

"Everybody?" Miles Milbourne squeaked and we all stared at him. Miles
never said anything to anybody.

"Shut-up, Miles!" Mike told him and then we ignored him again, which
was what Miles wanted, believe me. That boy was terminally shy.

"I don't think they can make somebody have sex though," Josh decided
and I nodded at that.

That Ryan guy was a senior who'd moved here from Minnesota or
someplace; who knows what they did there? He was probably just playing
a big joke on the whole school. But if Mr. Singer said it was true...No
way!

"Sex is like one of those inalienable rights," I said, but maybe that
was the wrong way to say it. "Or what's that other word? Anyway, they
can't make you do that. It was on the video tape."

"Sex isn't a right!" Todd laughed. "And it's just in school anyway."

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "You gotta have permission too."

"You think your mom's gonna make you have sex, Samantha?" Todd grinned
at me and I was digging out that consent form and unfolding it.

"You sound pretty happy about it," Josh said. "You wanna get naked in
front of all the girls?"

"Hmmm..." I frowned because there was a big check box, two of them, one
agreeing to let me have sex, the other one saying I couldn't. Sex is
defined as fellatio, cunnilingus, analingus, vaginal and anal
intercourse, I read to myself. I guessed masturbation was something
else.

"No," Todd admitted and he frowned because he'd only been thinking
about all the girls being naked in front of him. What a dope.

"Yeah!" I snorted, putting my paper away again. "You can show off that
little wiener you got!"

"Screw you," Todd glared at me. "It ain't little and how would you
know how big my dick is anyway?"

"Lucky guess," I shrugged and everybody laughed at that, but then Todd
got me back.

"Well, at least I got one!" he said. "I don't have to pretend I'm a
guy. I hope they make you go first."

"No doubt!" Mike nodded eagerly. "Do you even got tits, Samantha?"

"My name's Sam, bonehead," I stared at the boy.

"You do, huh!" Todd grinned at me and I was turning red as a half
dozen boys stared at my chest.

"You got hair on your pussy yet?" Mike asked me and he didn't wait for
any kind of answer. "Prove it!"

"Show us your pussy, Samantha!" Todd laughed and I gave him the
finger.

"We're gonna see it anyway!" Mike was grinning, kinda looking at me
like I was naked already.

"Shut-up," Josh was frowning.

"Did you hear about the after school stuff?" Mike asked, still kinda
teasing me, I thought.

"No," I replied. "What after school stuff?"

"Like if there's a school thing at night?" he said. "You gotta go
naked there too."

"Todd said it was just in school though!" I said, feeling dumb because
what would Todd know about anything?

"That is part of school," Todd laughed. "Like if they have a football
game on Friday? Even if you just go to watch it, you gotta be naked."

"That's crazy," I decided and looked at Josh. "That's not right, is
it?"

"That's what Mr. Singer told us," Josh said. "Like if it's your week,
then the after school stuff is mandatory."

"What's that mean?" I asked him.

"It means the naked chick's gotta go! Duh!" Todd said. "Next week is
the Halloween party too, so whoever has to do it has to go to the
dance."

"They're doing it next week?" I blinked at that, because this was
Friday!

"At least she won't need a costume!" Mike said with his girlish
giggle.

"Mr. Singer didn't say when it starts," Josh shrugged. "But they just
had the PTA meeting for it last night, so maybe like next month or
something."

"Maybe," I said, but that only sounded a little better than next week.

"They're gonna take pictures too," Josh said. "Like for the yearbook?
So if that Myers guy wants to take pictures, the naked kids have to
let him."

Ronnie Myers was a junior and he was always running around with his
stupid camera taking everybody's picture. He was like the president of
the photography club, and on the school newspaper, and the yearbook
photographer. He tried to take my picture sometimes, but I always
ignored him. I didn't want him taking my picture if I was naked! He'd
probably put them on the internet or something! He looked like one of
those kinda guys to me.

"...and girls have to use the boy's locker room for gym," Mike was
telling me happily, but I hadn't been paying attention.

"And you can only use the bathroom like three times a day," Todd said.
"For five minutes, so you can't hide in the bathroom all the time."

"But what if you have to go more than that?" I wondered, not believing
that stuff at all. It was just stupid. "Like being naked all the time
isn't enough? What's the point of using the other locker room?"

"It's just the rules," Todd grinned.

"So you're gonna use the girl's locker room?" I asked him and that
shut him up, but not for long. All they could think about was the
stuff girls had to do. Boneheads.

"Maybe they'll let you jerk off, Sam," Mike said a few minutes later
and I had no idea what he meant.

"Maybe they'll let Sam jerk me off, you mean!" Todd laughed and then
he sat back quickly because Josh leaned forward with his hand curled
into a fist.

"Alright, whatever!" Todd said with a scowl. "I'm just kidding!"

"Josh got a girlfriend!" Mike grinned, teasing me as much as Josh.
"That's like being a fag right? Kissing Sam?"

"Shut-up," Josh said and his face was getting red.

"Make me!" Mike said right back and he wanted to fight. Todd was kind
of a wimp, but Mike wasn't, despite his stupid giggle. He was always
getting on my case for some reason and Mike was just a bully wannabe
anyway. I'd known him since third grade.

"Just forget him," I said to Josh.

"Yeah, listen to your boyfriend," Todd kinda sneered. "Go fuck his
butt or something!" and then he fell halfway out of his chair. "Ow!
Fuck!"

Josh had punched him right in the head, like in the middle of Todd's
forehead, and now my best friend was shaking his hand cause that must
have hurt. I kinda blinked at that, just because I hadn't seen it
coming. Neither had anyone else, especially Todd, and he'd regained
his balance and was sorta bent over the table holding his head. Josh
had nailed him good.

"What'd you do that for?" Todd whined, looking at Josh and he already
had a knot starting. "I was just kidding!"

Everybody in the cafeteria was looking at us and I didn't feel much
like eating anymore. I just wanted to be someplace else and I started
getting up. I liked it that Josh had hit the other boy, but I sorta
didn't like it too. I mean, Todd had been teasing me and I should have
been the one to hit him, not Josh. It was like Josh treated me like a
girl when he did that. Or something. I didn't know what it meant and
so I was just going to leave.

"Sam! Wait up," Josh called me.

"Yeah, wait for your boyfriend!" Mike said and he was trying to get
back at Josh for hitting Todd, since they were best friends and all.

"Shut-up," Josh told him.

"You shut-up!" Mike challenged him, "You wanna fight?"

Mike said more stuff, but I was already gone. Josh was coming after me
too and the whole school was going to be talking about it now. All I
ever wanted was to be left alone, like be unnoticed, you know? Pretty
much everybody ignored the fact that I always dressed like a boy and
hung out with Josh and some of the other guys. Nobody really cared
before, but now they would. Now they'd remember I was really a girl in
disguise and they wouldn't like it. Nobody in high school liked
anything that was different and they were just waiting for an excuse
to give me a hard time. That's what I was afraid of anyway.

"Sam!"

"What'd you hit him for?" I looked at Josh, stopping by the doors to
the band room and leaning up against the wall. "God! I can take care
of myself."

"What?" Josh shrugged. "He was being a jerk, that's all."

"So? He was being a jerk to me, not you!"

"You're my best friend," Josh almost laughed, but he didn't. "What was
I supposed to do?"

"Nothing!" I stared at him and then frowned, looking down at my feet.
I didn't know what I wanted.

"Are you okay?" he asked and I snorted.

"Just leave me alone," I pushed myself off the wall and it was almost
time for the bell to ring anyway.

"Sam! What? Come on..." Josh wasn't happy and probably he figured he
deserved a medal or something for saving me.

He was going to ruin everything though. People teased me sometimes. I
mean, it wasn't the first time a kid had given me a hard time about
being a girl and mostly I ignored it. It wasn't the first time I'd
been teased about being a fag boy either, but that didn't happen too
often. Yet. And almost never when Josh was around, because it was like
teasing him too.

I usually ignored that stuff pretty good though, because arguing only
made it worse. I just really hated being called Samantha the most.
Being called a fag was almost sorta cool, except they meant it in a
bad way. But I'd rather be a fag boy than a regular girl, I thought.
Of course, Josh wasn't ever gonna see it like that and so he'd had to
hit the guy in front of half the school. Like he really was my
boyfriend or something.

Josh was so dumb sometimes!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hey," Pam leaned over just before our Health class started. "What did
Josh hit Todd for?"

"I don't know," I shrugged without looking at the girl.

"I heard it was because Todd wanted to lick your pussy," Stacy
giggled.

"Ew! Shut-up!" Penny said and all three of those girls sat close to
me. I hated Health class.

"He did not!" I rolled my eyes and I had to remind myself to just
ignore them, but it was hard.

"You're so sick, Stacy!" Pam giggled.

"Did you hear about that naked in school thing?" I overheard another
girl, Valerie, asking someone else. "I heard it's starting on Monday.

"Yeah, that's just a joke," the other girl replied and that's what
most of my classmates were talking about, but none of us really
believed the rumors were true. Monday was way too close and we wanted
to put it off forever!

"Quiet down, ladies." Ms. Owens was closing the classroom door.

She taught Female Health to all the tenth grade girls and since there
weren't enough of us to fill more than two class periods, she taught
Social Studies the rest of the time. Likewise Mr. Singer taught two
periods of Male Health to the boys and American History for the other
four hours during the day. I didn't know why they split the boys and
girls up though. I mean, Josh had the exact same text book I did. I
guess it was because of the sex education part and the school didn't
want to embarrass anyone or something. Like having a man teach a girl
about her period would probably make some of those girls cry.

Some people thought tenth grade was a little too late for sex
education, and it probably was, but that's when we got it. It didn't
bother me one way or the other because my mom made me get a birth
control shot everytime she got one. That was kinda embarrassing though
and I didn't really want anyone to find out. So yeah, I knew a lot
about sex. Too much probably and it wasn't a big deal. My mom had
explained everything and more than once.

Some of her friends, her male friends, weren't exactly shy about
touching my mom or kissing her, or just walking around naked if they
had to use the bathroom. I mean, these were guys that Mom brought home
from work, you know? Not very often, but once in awhile and they were
usually kind of drunk and not really interested in anything but having
sex with my mom. A lot of times they didn't expect me to be there at
all and I was usually sleeping anyway, or tried to be. The textbooks
didn't say anything about it, but in my experience sex could be a
little noisy sometimes.

I knew we needed the money, but I was happier when Mom had a steady
boyfriend. She wouldn't bring those other guys home then and I didn't
have to worry about some stranger walking into my bedroom by mistake
or walking into the kitchen with his dork hanging out while I ate my
Wheaties. Mom didn't like worrying about it either, so don't think
she's a bad mom or anything. Nobody ever molested me. None of those
guys ever tried to touch me. Mostly they just went to bed and had
their fun and fell asleep. So yeah, I knew about sex, but I wasn't
interested in it at all. The whole subject seemed kind of boring
really, and that's mostly what Health class was about for some reason.

"Did everyone get one of these this morning?" the teacher asked,
holding up one of the yellow papers they'd handed out in homeroom.

Ms. Owens was a young, bright-eyed blonde, like 23 maybe, cute and
kinda perky and partial to short skirts and loose blouses. It made her
about the most popular teacher in school, at least with the boys, and
she did okay with the girls too, just because she had a friendly
personality. She acted more like our older sister than a teacher
sometimes, at least in Health class. In Social Studies, Ms. Owens was
like all the rest of the teachers, except younger. I liked her okay,
but at first I was afraid she was going to get on me for not looking
like a girl. She never did though.

"I didn't get one," Hillary Parker raised her hand and she was that
kind of girl. There's always one kid in every class who slows
everything way down, ever notice that? "I had to go to the dentist
this morning and..."

"Okay, Hillary," Ms. Owens nodded and gave her a Parental Consent
Form. "Anyone else? Yes? No? Okay, I want to talk to you girls about
this, because last night your parents learned about the new program..."

"Naked in school?" Stacy offered with a sweet smile and I snorted at
the little brown noser.

"That's right, Stacy. Thank you." Ms. Owens liked to walk around the
classroom while she talked. "You've all heard of it, we watched the
video, and we've discussed it a little over the last few weeks,
haven't we? But we couldn't really say anything specific about it
until we had a chance to meet with your parents. Now that the meeting
is over though..."

She picked up a marker and started writing on the white board in big
blue letters. N I S

"Let's start at the beginning. NIS stands for Naked In School and it's
a special program, brand new to Seattle. We're the first school in the
city to get NIS, so it's kind of like a test. Okay? The school board
is going to try it out here and if it works, then they'll use it in
other schools as well."

"What if it doesn't work?" Katie Norris wondered and Ms. Owens wasn't
much of a stickler for raising hands in that class.

"Then..." the teacher shrugged, "...I guess the other schools won't use it
until we figure out why."

"What's it for?" Janey Pearson asked.

"I heard we have to go to school naked for a month," Lisa Cavanaugh
offered and a lot of girls were whispering.

"Not a month," Ms. Owens smiled. "Only for a week, just like in the
video. One boy and one girl from each grade will remain naked in
school for the entire week. That's six students, right? Those of you
who don't participate this year will participate next year. Everyone
has to do it at least once before they can graduate from this high
school."

"But what about the seniors, Ms. Owens?" Penny asked.

"Some of the twelfth grade students won't have to participate," the
teacher admitted. "They'll still graduate with an exemption, but for
the juniors and especially for you freshman, there won't be any
excuses. At some point during your three years at Redmond High, you'll
be active in the program."

"But what if we don't want to?" Katie was frowning and she didn't
sound very enthusiastic, like who would be? All of us were looking at
each other nervously.

"You have to," Ms. Owens said matter-of-factly. "The school district
passed the resolution and state law supports the program for schools
that want to use it. Eventually, every public school in the city, even
in the whole state, will require students to participate."

"You can't make us get naked," Katie said and there were some murmurs
of agreement and a lot of nodding heads.

"What if our parents won't let us?" Janey asked with a little grin.
"My dad won't even let me wear a bikini!"

"Your parents can refuse to let you participate," Ms. Owens nodded her
head and some girls smiled at that good news. "But...They'll have to
transfer you to another school. A private school. You won't be able to
go to a different public school just to get out of it."

"What?"..."That's not fair!"..."I'm not gonna get naked in front of a
bunch of boys!" Everyone was talking all at once and I was just
doodling on my notebook.

Ms. Owens let her class go on like that for a few minutes, just
letting the girls get it out of their systems, and then she held up
her hands.

"It's not that bad," she said. "It's scary at first, yeah. But it
teaches you a lot about yourself. You girls will learn to be as
comfortable with who you are..." she looked around the room, "...as you
are with what you wear. We live in a world where you can't be cool if
you don't wear the right clothes. Where we tell ourselves that if we
don't look like fashion models, we must be ugly. We think we're too
fat or too skinny, or too short or too tall. We get the same message
over and over that we have to drink this and eat that if we want to be
popular and attractive and happy."

Ms. Owens stared at us, but nobody said anything.

"Some people want to change that," she continued. "Some of us want to
live in a country where it's okay to feel good about who we are and
not spend all our time and money trying to be somebody else. It's like
trying to fix what isn't broken, have you heard that expression
before?"

Some kids nodded, but most of us just shrugged.

"Well, nobody in this room is broken. Okay?" Ms. Owens looked around
the classroom. "And the Naked In School program is one way to help us
understand that."

"How do you know so much about it?" Penny asked.

"Me?" Ms. Owens smiled. "I was naked in school once."

"You were?"

"In college," the teacher nodded. "I had to do it for a whole week
too, all seven days, not just five. If I left the campus, I could wear
clothes, but the rest of the time..." she grinned and some of us were
sharing looks, "...I was bare butt naked in front of everybody."

"Was it scary?"..."What happened?"..."What did you do?"..."Did everybody
laugh at you?" The room was full of questions and Ms. Owens was
laughing and holding up her hands.

"Yeah," she nodded. "It was real scary. The first day I almost
couldn't do it. I thought for sure everyone would laugh at me. And
some people did, but you know what? Most people didn't. They looked at
me though, especially the boys!" Ms. Owens widened her blue eyes and
we all giggled nervously. "But after that it got easier. I started to
like being looked at and I made some friends that I probably wouldn't
have made otherwise. By the end of the week I felt really good about
myself."

"You're so pretty though," Katie sighed unhappily and that girl wasn't
ugly, but plain would be a good word for her. "Nobody ever laughs at
pretty people."

"Oh, Katie..." Ms. Owens shook her head and looked at the girl, "...that's
not true, honey. Everybody gets laughed at sometimes. I'll tell you
though, seriously, when you get naked in school? Everybody else feels
naked too."

"What does that mean?" Pam asked.

"I mean, nobody is going to look at you or me, or anyone else naked,
and not feel the same thing," Ms. Owens tried to explain. "They're
going to imagine themselves that same way, naked in front of everyone,
and understand that it isn't easy. You're going to find out that you
have more friends than you think you do. I know it's hard to believe,
but you have to trust me. I was there; I know what it feels like."

"They're still gonna laugh though," another girl, Becky Schroeder
spoke up and she was kind of fat.

Back in sixth grade some kids had called her "horse killer" because
they said Becky went to the circus and went on the pony rides, but
when it was her turn she broke the pony's back and they had to shoot
it. I remember I'd felt like crying for her sometimes, just because
she'd been crying. It had made me kinda mad too, but I hadn't said
anything and I never forgot it.

"Some people will always..." Ms. Owens started saying.

"I won't laugh," I said, kinda without really thinking about it, and
then I blinked just because Ms. Owens had stopped talking and
everybody was staring at me.

"Me neither," Katie said after three long seconds of silence.

"I won't laugh at anybody," Janey promised a second after that.

And then it seemed like everybody was saying it and we were all
looking at each other, turning our heads this way and that. Becky
turned a little red maybe, but she was smiling and looking around like
everybody else. Ms. Owens was smiling too, except she wasn't looking
at anyone except me, and when her bright blue eyes caught mine I
blushed and looked down, but I felt good too. Like I was almost making
up for being so scared in sixth grade.

"Nobody's going to touch us though...right?" Penny asked after the class
had settled down again and it was suddenly very quiet. None of us had
thought about that possibility, not until right then.

"Part of the program is designed to help us feel better about our
sexuality," Ms. Owens said carefully. "That means how we respond
socially and physically to intimate situations that arouse or repel
us."

"But what does that mean?" Valerie was confused, like most of us were,
probably.

"It means that during the week you're active in the program, when
you're naked in school, you'll be encouraged to explore your
sexuality," Ms. Owens said, trying her best to explain. "Needless to
say, you girls will be the center of attraction for a lot of boys,
right?"

There was some nervous laughter, but we still didn't know if someone
could touch us or not.

"A large part of the program revolves around a concept called
Reasonable Request," she continued. "And what that means is that as
long as it doesn't interfere with a school activity, any of the other
students can ask to touch you. Ask is the important word here.
Request. And it's important you all remember that. Do you recall our
lesson about consensual sex? That includes touching, right?"

"But if someone asks, do we have to say yes?" Millie Milbourne asked,
surprising everyone.

She was Miles' twin sister and just as shy as he was. I wondered what
would happen when they got naked in school and maybe it was a bad
thought, but I kinda hoped they'd have to do it the same week. Before
I had to do it, you know? The program would probably have a meltdown!

"You have to agree if it's a reasonable request," Ms. Owens nodded and
there were a few frowns at that. "But...Only the person in the program
can decide what's reasonable, not the person asking. Not your
classmates, not your teachers, not even Principal Eckert can decide
what's reasonable for you, see? For example, let's say, ummmm...Pretend
that Jeremy Rogers is in the program and he's standing naked at the
front of the classroom."

"Ohhhhh..." There was a collective sigh and more than a few happy
giggles at that thought. Jeremy was a senior and the class president
and the quarterback of the football team, and a walking dreamboat for
most of the girls in school.

"Now," Ms Owens smiled at us, "which of you thinks that touching
Jeremy's penis, his big, hard, erect penis, would be a reasonable
request? Hands?"

Almost every girl raised her hand and there were a lot of whispers and
laughs, and more than a few red faces. Any girl who didn't raise her
hand was a liar and the rest of us knew it!

"Okay," the teacher nodded. "Any one of you could ask Jeremy to let
you touch him. You could ask him to let you kiss him. You could even
ask him to let you have sex with him, if you really wanted to. But..."
Ms. Owens had to raise her voice above the giggles, "...Guess what,
ladies? Jeremy could say no if he wanted to. He gets to decide if it's
a reasonable request, not any of us."

"That's not fair!" Stacy blurted and I guessed she had a serious thing
for Jeremy; the girl looked pretty pink faced to me.

"It is fair," Ms. Owens corrected the girl. "Anyone breaking the rules
will face disciplinary action too. Detention or even suspension, and
if it's something very serious, legal action. There won't be any
tolerance for sexual abuse of any kind and we all know that girls can
be just as bad as boys, don't we?"

"But if I just wanted to touch him," Stacy insisted. "Like just feel
his butt or something for a minute, how's that unreasonable? He could
just say no to everything all week long!"

"He could," Ms. Owens nodded, much to Stacy's chagrin. "Just like you
could, Stacy. That's part of the program and it will teach us
responsibility and self-control and how important it is to respect
another person, no matter where they are or what they're wearing. At
the same time it'll teach us that sharing, like Jeremy might share his
penis with Stacy here..." Ms. Owens paused while we giggled at Stacy's
red face, "...can provide us with opportunities to make new friends and
gain self-confidence through a shared and consensual experience."

"Jeremy doesn't need anymore self-confidence though!" Pam said with a
grin.

"Oh, you might be surprised what being naked in school can do to a
person's confidence," Ms. Owens told us. "Sometimes the people we
think are the strongest turn out to be the weakest, and even the most
timid girl in the world can learn to be assertive."

"Really?" Millie asked and she was downright chatty today.

"Maybe you won't believe me," our young, attractive teacher said, "but
I wasn't very outgoing when I was your age. I didn't have a single
boyfriend until after I got to college. Some boys liked me and they'd
try to talk to me, but I was just too shy. I never gave them, or
myself, a real chance."

"Being naked in school changed you?" Katie asked and I don't think any
of us really believed it. Ms. Owens wasn't shy at all. When she talked
about sex in class, she liked to use her own experiences for examples,
you know? And apparently she'd had a lot of it in college!

"It helped," she told us. "It couldn't change me overnight, nothing
can do that, but the program was an important part in helping me grow
into the person I wanted to be. The person I am now. It's going to
help all of you as well, I promise."

Some of the girls believed Ms. Owens and maybe even looked forward to
being naked in school, or at least they were willing to consider it.
Nobody was really eager yet and most of us were nervous and
frightened. I know I was. I hadn't said anything, but I'd listened and
the whole idea sounded kind of hokey to me. I mean, there had to be
better ways of making me feel better about myself than sending me to
school naked! Think about it! A pimple is a life or death situation in
high school, but if I understood Ms. Owens right, that was what the
program was for...To show us that we were all beautiful and unique and
perfect in our imperfection.

Yeah right. Good luck!

"That's right," Ms. Owens was confirming what Mr. Singer had told his
class before lunch. "You'll have to use the boy's locker room and
you'll get three five minute bathroom breaks a day..."

She went on to explain how someone could be forced to display
themselves, but they didn't use real handcuffs because they were kind
of dangerous. They had other restraints and they'd only be used if a
student was especially uncooperative. It sounded pretty scary to me
though. Wasn't being naked enough? Why force a girl to let everybody
examine her like she was bug or something? God! How was someone
supposed to feel good about themselves if they had to spread their
legs or whatever just because some boy wanted to see her pussy up
close?

It was all crap, I thought, and a lot of the other girls thought so
too. It sounded like it was more about the boys getting their jollies
than teaching girls how to like their bodies. I mean, you can't tell
me a dick is like a pussy. It isn't. A dick is just...a dick. A girl's
vagina is way more personal. It's like a secret or something and maybe
a girl wants to share her secret with somebody she loves, but not with
everybody. It's personal, even I knew that and I didn't even like my
pussy!

Maybe if I actually had a dick I'd feel different about it, but I
didn't think so. A dick isn't a secret; it's like an announcement over
a loudspeaker. Guys like to show off their dicks, like grabbing their
crotches or whatever? You've seen them do it like a million times, I
bet. Girls never do it. Guys always talk about it too, believe me! I
was a guy, sorta, and I heard what they said. Like who they wanted to
put their dicks into and stuff. Or they'd say "So-and-so makes my dick
hard!" and everybody would laugh and nod.

Maybe girls say stuff like that too. I wasn't exactly sure to tell the
truth, but I didn't think so and even if they do say it? So what? They
don't say it to boys, that's for sure! But a boy will say it to a
girl, if they're with their friends and the girl is alone. They'll say
it out loud and laugh when she gets embarrassed. I know because it's
happened to me before. Stupid cowards. They won't say it if they're
alone.

Sometimes I was almost glad I wasn't a boy.

Anyway, that's what this naked in school thing was starting to sound
like. An excuse to embarrass a girl. Like single one out for a week
and play with her feelings and make her scared not to let a boy touch
her or whatever. Like how many girls were going to say no to a dozen
guys making one of those reasonable requests? Whether it's reasonable
or not, if she's alone and naked in the boy's locker room they're not
going to let her say anything but yes.

You can't say no if you can't back it up; every girl knows that and
all the boys pretend it's not true.

"...Some extra-curricular school activities are mandatory while you're
in the program," Ms. Owens nodded and she'd been answering silly
questions for the last fifteen minutes, but this was kinda serious.
"You'll attend in the nude and be expected to follow all the normal
program rules."

"But everybody will see us!" Stacy frowned and a lot of the girls were
unhappy with that, including me.

"That's the idea," Ms. Owens agreed.

"What do you mean some of them, Ms. Owens?" Janey wondered.

"Only those activities that occur on school grounds and are not open
to the general public are mandatory," she said. "A football game, for
example, is open to anyone who wants to watch. You won't be required
to attend something like that naked. The dance this Friday, in the
gymnasium, is a closed school function and so the program participants
will have to be there. Naked, of course."

"What about field trips?" Valerie asked.

"It's Naked in School, not Naked in the Art Gallery," Ms. Owen laughed
lightly. "Not everyone in Seattle wants to see naked teenagers running
around the city and we have to respect their rights just as they have
to respect yours. The program is designed for a safe, limited
environment where it can be closely monitored."

"My grandma would have a heart attack if she saw me naked downtown!"
Janey giggled.

"What about pictures?" I asked.

"Pictures for the school newspaper and the yearbook may be taken of
program participants," Ms. Owens told us. "You can't hide from it,
okay? And yes, a censored yearbook will be available for your
Grandmother, Janey," she smiled at the girl and Janey blushed.

"But Ronnie Myers is a jerk!" Penny said.

"He's a pervert," Valerie agreed. "He tried to take pictures of me
from under the bleachers!"

"Oh?" Ms Owens didn't seem to know about that little incident. "Well,
you don't have to worry. The teachers will be keeping a close eye out
for that sort of thing."

"But do we have to like pose for him?" I wondered.

"Within reason," Ms. Owens answered. "If Ronnie Myers or any of the
other yearbook staff asks you to pose for a picture, you'll be
expected to do it."

"What's Requesting Relief mean?" Katie asked and a few of the other
girls giggled and I figured they must already know, but other than
what Mike and Todd had been saying, I had no idea. It hadn't been in
the video we'd watched.

"That's for the boys," Ms. Owens smiled. "It means that they can ask
for permission to masturbate during the first five minutes of any
class."

"They can jerk-off?" Stacy blurted and then dipped her head as the
teacher frowned. "Sorry."

"Why?" Pam giggled.

"Because some boys say their dicks hurt if they get hard for too
long," Madison Taylor said from the back row and she didn't talk a lot
in class, but not because she was shy or anything. She just didn't
want to be there. "Losers."

"Thank you, Madison," Ms. Owens sighed. "That's right, some boys do
complain of discomfort if they're subject to long-term priaptic
arousal..."

"You mean if they have a boner?" Stacy asked.

"We call it an erection," Ms. Owens reminded her. "Exactly. So,
they're allowed to relieve themselves, with the teacher's permission,
or they may ask for a volunteer to, uh, help them."

"Help them how?" Janey asked and she was small, cute, and blonde
inside and out. Some people thought it was just an act, but it wasn't.
The girl just wasn't all there.

"Guess," Madison sighed theatrically and Ms. Owens ignored both of
them.

"But what about us?" Penny looked around like the rest of us would
want to Jill-off in front of the class. I just rolled my eyes at her.

"Ohhhh..." Ms Owens laughed lightly, "...I'm sure a clever girl like you
can find relief if she needs it, Penny, without asking for
permission."

There were some nervous giggles at that and I was happy to see Penny's
face turn red, but I think most of us had no idea what the woman
meant. At least I didn't, not until I thought about it for a few
minutes. The idea of rubbing my pussy under my desk though...Why would I
want to? And boys walking around with boners all day long? They
weren't really that stupid, were they? I mean, even the idiots like
Mike and Todd would be able to control themselves better than that,
wouldn't they?

And how bad could it hurt? I mean, really? I was pretty sure a dick
wasn't ever gonna be as sensitive as my clitoris had gotten the other
night. That coulda been super painful if I'd kept going! A dick? That
was like a club or something. You can't hurt a club; you just bash
stuff with it. It sounded like a cry baby excuse to me and even more
proof that this was all some guy thing they made up so they could get
free sex from girls.

"When do we have to do it?" Katie asked. "I mean, is it like
alphabetical order or something?"

"We're not gonna have a pep rally," I wondered. "Are we?"

"A schedule for the girls was randomly generated by the school
district supervisor," Ms. Owens told us. "We don't get to pick who is
participating when."

"What about the boys?" Pam asked.

"The boys will be picked by the girls," Ms. Owens smiled, and that
didn't make any sense to me. "When you're picked to be naked in
school, you'll have to pick a out partner. One of the boys who hasn't
already done it."

"We get to pick the boy?" Penny asked with a happy smile and all the
girls were giggling.

"Uh-huh," Ms. Owens agreed with a laugh of her own. "I thought you
girls would like that. But only a freshman and only a boy who hasn't
already completed his NIS program."

"What if he gets mad at me though?" Valerie asked.

"They all have to do it sometime," Ms. Owens shrugged. "And last night
at the PTA meeting, all of this was explained to your parents. The
school and the program have their full support."

I was pretty glad my mom hadn't gone to that meeting! Except I had
that stupid consent form in my pocket. I really didn't want to give it
to her, you know? But I didn't have much choice either. This naked in
school thing was going to suck! And I didn't care what the teacher
said, any boy who got picked was gonna be mad at the girl who did it.
That's just common sense!

"Sam? Can you hold on a second?" Ms. Owens stopped me when the class
was over.

"Uh, sure," I shrugged and we waited until the classroom was empty,
and that wouldn't last but a minute before the next class started
coming in.

"I just want to tell you I'm very proud of you, Sam." Ms. Owens gave
my shoulder a little squeeze. "It's going to be hard for some of the
girls."

"Yeah. I know," I replied, not exactly sure I deserved what she was
saying.

"It's going to be hard for you, isn't it?" she asked me and I frowned
at that, looking away from her face. "I didn't see your mom at the
meeting last night, did I?"

"My mom?" I cleared my throat. "Uh, no, I guess not. She kinda works
at night, and..."

"I know," Ms. Owens nodded and her voice was gentle. "But it's
important that we get to talk to her about this. Do you think she
could come by the school today? After lunch?"

"Today? Um, she's probably sleeping," I answered, kind of slowly
because I was sorta putting my head in the sand, you know? Like if my
mom didn't know anything, then maybe I wouldn't really have to do it,
despite what Ms. Owens had said earlier.

"She's home though, right?" Ms. Owens asked and I wondered what the
big rush was.

"Yeah," I nodded reluctantly. "Do you want me to, um...call her or
something?"

"No. That's okay." She touched my chin with her fingertip and tilted
my face upward so I had to look at her. "You're a special young woman,
Samantha. Don't forget that."

"Okay," I swallowed hard and that was exactly what I did want to
forget.

"You'd better get to your next class now," she said, letting me go as
some kids started coming in for Social Studies.

"Hey," I caught up with Josh in the hallway as we had math class
together and he gave me kind of a wary look.

"Still mad?" he wondered and I rolled my eyes.

"I wasn't mad at you," I said and then changed the subject. "Ms. Owens
told us all about that naked in school thing."

"Oh yeah? What did she say?"

"Everybody's gotta do it or find a new school," I told him. "Just like
Mr. Singer told you guys. For a week."

"Yeah," Josh kinda snorted. "I told you, huh!"

"Shut-up," I laughed, but I really wasn't thrilled with what I'd heard
at all.

That was about as much talking as we could do before we had to take
our seats, but it was enough. That was how me and Josh always got over
our arguments, little ones or even big ones, it was all the same and
we didn't have many of them anyway. I shouldn't have been mad earlier
and now we were okay again.

Nobody had said anything about what happened in the cafeteria, except
Penny and her friends, but they didn't count, so I thought maybe
nobody would. It was Friday too and that made me feel better. By
Monday, Josh punching Todd would be ancient history and the school had
bigger and better things to talk about now anyway. This naked in
school thing was going to keep everybody's imagination working
overtime and I spent most of the afternoon wondering how much it would
cost to go to a private school, knowing that idea was just a daydream.


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