JARED AND AMANDA NAKED IN SCHOOL

PART ONE—MONDAY

CHAPTER ONE

JARED

I knew it. I just knew it. The minute they called me down to the office that Monday morning, I knew what was up. I was getting sucked into The Program.

The Program? Oh, that’s this thing we have here at Westport High. Its full name is the Naked In School Program. Yup, those of us “lucky” enough to be chosen to go into the program have to be naked, completely, in school, for a full week. We also get the chance to go through all kinds of shame and humiliation. This is designed, you see, to “teach respect” and to “foster the students’ confidence.” Yeah. Right.

Maybe I shouldn’t say that—because it apparently has worked that way at Central High. That’s where this whole thing started. That’s a school about 50 miles away from here, and they’ve been doing it for about ten years. Apparently, over there, it has taught respect, and has fostered confidence. Maybe they just have a better class of student over there, or something—because it hasn’t worked here.

This would be the third year we tried it. It was the beginning of the third week in school, and they don’t do it the first two weeks, so I’d be one of the first this year. Oh joy. They’ve tried it, the first two years, on just the Juniors and Seniors, so this would be the first year my class was eligible (I’m a Junior this year). They’re doing it in all four grades this time, hoping that would help. And I understand they’ve made a few other changes as well.

Because, as I said, the first two years haven’t been good. One of the problems has been that parents can “opt out” of their kids taking part—and it seemed all the kids that weren’t opted out were the geeks, the loners, the outcasts. Kids that get humiliated to begin with. Having them be the ones going through The Program seemed to be just another road to their humiliation. There was a lot of harassment, a lot of teasing, and rumors of at least one attempted rape. I do know that two girls that went through it had to be hospitalized afterwards. You’d think the administration would get the hint. Nope—they just keep hearing all these glowing reports from Central, and keep buying into it. But nobody was learning “respect” and I don’t think being harassed and assaulted is going to help your confidence any.

Which brings me to my problem—who else was buying into those glowing reports from Central. Namely, my parents. They were all worried about my confidence, so they volunteered me. Over my strenuous objections, I might add. They didn’t listen. Unfortunately, one of the kids that went through it last year that was one of the few to have a good experience was my older sister’s best friend. My parents knew that, too. “It’ll help your confidence. You’re too shy.” Blah blah blah.

Look, I’m not a geek, not really—by that, I mean I don’t get harassed. I’m not in the popular clique, but I have my group of friends, and I get along with just about everyone. I don’t get picked on, and most people like me well enough. I get good grades, but I’m not known as a “brain”. I’m an ordinary guy with a fair-to-middling social life. No serious complaints, really.

But my parents are convinced I’m scared of girls.

There’s some truth to that—I’ll get back to that later—but what I’m trying to figure out is how, exactly, parading nude in front of the entire student body is supposed to cure me of being scared of the female half of that student body. Nobody’s explained that leap of logic to my satisfaction yet.

Anyhow—I’m scared of girls to a point, but what I really am is scared of girl. Singular. As in one particular. I’ve had a crush on the same girl since seventh grade. I’m scared to talk to her. Because she is wildly popular—probably the best-liked kid in the class. Plus she’s beautiful, smart, and very sweet. I’ve had it bad for a long time. My parents don’t know that, of course—they think my complete and utter failure to garner a date ever is due to some paralysis over the whole female species. Well, it’s not, not really. I have friends that are girls. I can talk to them. It’s just romantic entanglements scare me—and that’s all bound up with this one girl.

And, very shortly, if I don’t miss my guess, that one girl is going to see……..me……….NAKED.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit.

There are days when I hate my parents.

Anyhow, there was no getting out of it. I trudged to the principal’s office, resigned to my fate. I turned the knob, opened the door, and stepped in. And just about swallowed my tongue. Because Mr. Tilling, the principal, was behind his desk………..and sitting across from him…..shit shit SHIT………was Amanda Frazier.

My crush.

This just got a WHOLE hell of a lot WORSE.

CHAPTER TWO

AMANDA

I got to school that Monday morning, and went immediately to Mr. Tilling’s office. I knew I was going to be chosen for The Program that week. Mr. Tilling had discussed it with me previously.

I guess I’d be considered popular. I do hang around with the Cool Kids, I’m a cheerleader, all that. Lots of people like me, lots of people look up to me. I say that not to brag—not my style—but because it explains why I was “set up”. Yeah, there were a lot of problems with The Program the first two years, and, yeah, a lot of it was because a lot of the popular kids opted out. They got to stand on the sideline and be catty.

This is why Mr. Tilling approached me last week and asked that I volunteer. He wanted a popular kid to kick things off this year. I said no, of course. It would be humiliating, and way too much responsibility. He persisted. What can I say, he wore me down. He appealed to my sense of school spirit, the rat fink. Of course, I wasn’t the tough nut to crack—that’d be my parents. They freaked, especially my Mom. Tilling wore them down, too. So, here I was, preparing to go to school for a week in the altogether.

I was terrified.

That’d surprise some people, I know. Because I’m popular, have popular friends, am always (at least outwardly) in a good mood, get decent grades, am friendly, all that—people think I’m a cool customer. Not. What I am is a good actress. I should be in drama, not cheerleading.

Y’see, all I heard growing up was stories about my mother—how unpopular she was, how she was picked on, how she was an outcast and a misfit all through school. I never wanted to go through that, so I cultivated popularity.

Now I was confronted with a dilemma—how do I maintain a complete façade without any clothes on?

And, yeah, I was scared, too—I wasn’t all that convinced that my popularity was going to save me from the harassment. Especially considering it was all a façade.

But I agreed. Idiot that I am, I agreed. So, here I was, in Mr. Tilling’s office, waiting. Apparently there was going to be another guinea pig in the Junior class. Three actually, two boys and one other girl, but they were “pairing us up” this year, and one of the boys was on his way.

He walked in, and it was Jared Wicklow. I knew him; he’d been in school with me since sixth grade. Nice guy. Quiet, didn’t say much, so I didn’t know him all that well, but I always thought he was a nice guy. Good, at least they didn’t pair me up with an asshole.

And I took one look at him, and immediately felt better—about myself, because I felt really bad for him. Because if I was scared, poor Jared was petrified.

“Hi”, he managed to croak out as he sat next to me. I smiled, and said “Hi” back.

“OK, now that you’re both here,” Mr. Tilling said, “we can begin. Amanda already knows why she’s here, and I’ll bet you can guess, Jared.”

“The Program,” Jared replied, looking at his shoes, in a voice of total doom. I did really feel bad for him.

“Correct”, Mr. Tilling confirmed. He handed both of us brochures describing The Program. “I’m sure you two know the basics, and the brochure covers most questions you might have. However, there are a few changes this year. First of all, it’s not completely random. We’ve pleaded with some of the more popular kids, like Amanda here, to participate, so that we get a better cross-section of participants. Plus, we’re using a Buddy System this year.”

“Buddy system?” Jared asked.

“Yep. You, Jared, and Amanda, are buddies. We expect you to support one another throughout this week. And that means both of you. Amanda is more vulnerable because she’s a girl; but she’s also very popular. You’re both going to need support. You have three classes together—one in the morning, one right after lunch, and the last class of the day, so you’ll have plenty of time to lean on one another. And I trust you’ll exchange phone numbers.” He looked us dead in the eye. “I can count on your cooperation, right?” he said sternly.

“Sure,” I chirped.

“Uh, yeah, OK,” Jared stammered. Damn, he really was scared. Or didn’t like being teamed up with me, one or the other.

“Good,” Mr. Tilling continued. “Time to strip. Jared? You go first.”

“Uh, me? First?” he stammered.

“Come on, time’s a-wasting.” Mr. Tilling cajoled.

He did it. Slowly, painfully. I felt bad—Jared had no façade. He was scared, and embarrassed, and couldn’t hide it. Me? OK, I was curious, I admit it. Everyone thinks because I run with the popular crowd that I have a lot of dates. Not true. Nobody ever asks me out. So, in about two minutes, I was going to see my very first live up-close naked boy. I’d seen a few of the upperclassmen that got roped into The Program over the last two years—and, OK, I admit gazing at a few naughty magazines that my friend Maggie always seems to have. But a real boy, naked, this close? Never seen one.

Suddenly, there he was. And, I have to admit, I liked what I saw. Poor Jared was blushing purple, and standing kind of hunched-over, like he wanted to cover up. I was just enjoying the view. What was he ashamed about? Now, admittedly, I’m not much with a basis for comparison, but he didn’t seem to have much to hide. There were muscles I didn’t know he had, his ass was completely delectable—and, there it was, between his legs. He was soft, but it was still impressive. I looked him up and down, and kind of involuntarily let a “Wow!” slip between my lips. Apparently, it was the right thing to say, because Jared straightened up a little and gave me a bit of a half-smile—though he blushed deeper, which just made him cuter.

“Right. Your turn, Amanda,” Mr. Tilling said, breaking me out of my reverie.

“OK,” I breathed. Remember, Amanda. Act. Act, act, act. Big smile. Never let ‘em see you sweat—or cry, or be scared, or whatever. Off with the blouse, off with the skirt, off with the bra, off with the panties. We got to keep our shoes and socks, so those stayed on. Big smile, nothing bothers me. So, I’m stark naked in the principal’s office. Next to a boy who is similarly stark naked. No big deal, right?

Maybe if I kept telling myself this, I might believe it.

And then I caught a glimpse of Jared. For one thing, he was practically drooling. For another thing he got hard, instantly. That seemed to increase his discomfort. It shouldn’t have. And we were supposed to be supporting each other, right? So, I looked down at…..IT…..boy it was big…….anyhow, I looked down at it, and whispered to him, “That’s a nice compliment. Thank you.” At least I got him to smile, a little bit, again.

“Thanks for that ‘wow’ earlier,” he whispered.

I looked up at his face and said, “If I keep looking down, you’re really going to get a ‘wow’!”

“OK, now that the preliminaries are over, off to class with you two. You have English together first period, right? Go. And, remember, support each other.”

“We will,” I assured him. “You ready?” I asked Jared.

“NO!” he said.

“Good, neither am I. Let’s get it over with anyhow.” I marched out of the principal’s office, Jared behind me. The halls were filled, no big surprise. Smile, smile, smile. March proudly. Yadda yadda yadda.

How was I going to pull this off for a week?

CHAPTER THREE

JARED

Oh, man, it was so humiliating. Walking through the halls, stark naked—and with a boner, to boot.

Well, of course I was hard. I was looking at Amanda Frazier’s naked ass the whole way through the hall! Jesus, I had fantasized about seeing this girl naked since seventh grade. The fantasies didn’t hold a candle to the reality, let me tell you. When she got her clothes off, I thought I was going to pass out. And I was so embarrassed at how hard I got, and how quickly it happened. What Amanda said, though, that was really nice. As was her reaction to me getting undressed.

If anything, my admiration for this girl was increasing by leaps and bounds. She was one cool customer. I wish I could be as nonchalant about this as she was.

However, I had two things going on here. My discomfort at being naked—and my discomfort at seeing her naked. Not that I didn’t like seeing her naked, mind you, but what a distraction. Especially since Amanda thought it would be a good idea if we stuck together, and managed to convince the guy who sits next to me to switch seats for the week. So, now I not only had to deal with my nudeness, but I had to deal with the girl of my dreams sitting next to me as naked as I was.

I was going to flunk English this term, I could see it coming.

She sat next to me, and I couldn’t help but look. She really was beautiful. She had dark reddish hair, that hung down a couple inches down her back—she had it in a ponytail today—flawless skin, and sparkling blue eyes. That much I had known. And I guess I knew how awesome her body was—but now I really knew. She must have been a C-cup, and they were nice and firm. Long, shapely legs, a nice round ass, and a really cute red bush between her legs. She also—and I didn’t know this before—had the tiniest little roll around her waist. It was adorable, actually.

She caught me looking, and flashed me a grin. Like I said, one cool customer.

“Well, I see we have not one but two people in The Program with us this week.” That was Mr. Tomasi, our English teacher. “Nice to see you—all of you—Jared, Amanda. You guys OK?”

“Sure,” Amanda said. I managed to squeak out a “fine.”

“You sure you’re OK, Jared? This must be overwhelming. Do you need relief?”

NO! my mind screamed, but I managed to calmly say, “No, thank you.” Relief? Well, any guy in the program has the right, at the beginning of any class, to ask for relief. That means you either masturbate—or have someone in the class help you masturbate. But it has to be done in front of the class. No way, no chance, no how. I’ll live with the “blue balls”—which is bullshit, anyhow—until I can get home and take care of it myself. In private.

Just sitting there with the woody was bad enough.

“That’s something I always wondered,” Amanda asked impishly, “why do only guys get to ask for relief?”

“Because girls don’t need to!” came from the back of the class—it was Danny Jacobsen, one of Amanda’s cronies. “Trust me, Amanda, you walk the halls like that and you’ll be fending off all the guys who want to give you relief!”

“Good point,” Amanda giggled.

CHAPTER FOUR

AMANDA

English was actually OK—but the rest of the morning got worse.

I guess I very quickly came to appreciate the Buddy System concept—because it was easier at first, with Jared there with me. When we separated, after English, it got more difficult.

Because the Reasonable Request thing came into play.

Y’see, we have to go along with any “reasonable request”. What’s reasonable? Well, that’s never been defined, exactly. Definitely looking. You have to let people look. You even have to pose, or something, if someone wants you to. I had a lot of people that wanted me to.

The big question mark is touching. Is that reasonable? Well, the way the program was first set up at Central, touching came to be considered reasonable. I’m not sure I agree with that, but I knew I was going to be touched—and I knew that refusing would most likely—though, as I said, this was never spelt out explicitly—get me in trouble.

So, right after English, on the way to my next class, I got felt up. Three times. And asked to pose, a bunch of times. I barely made it to Chemistry. And, by the time I did, I was confused and shaky. And Chemistry didn’t help—Mr. Ankiel, our teacher, is a smirking, arrogant dick. He took great pleasure in making me twirl and pose in front of the class before he finally let me sit down. By the time I was done with that—on top of all the touching and ogling on the way to class—I was really confused and shaky. And I was having a hard time maintaining the façade.

You see, as I alluded to earlier, I’m not sexual. And I don’t consider myself sexy. I’m too fat. Well, not fat fat but I’ve never been satisfied with my body. Too many lumps, too many rolls. And now I not only had to show all to everyone, I had to let them poke and prod my lumps and rolls. And then there’s that not sexual thing. Everyone thinks, because I’m a cheerleader and hang around with all the football players, that I’ve dated half of them. This is not helped by the fact that one of my two best friends—Maggie, the girl with the dirty magazines—is a slut. Hey, that’s what she calls herself, don’t blame me! Anyhow, Maggie has gone through half the football team, everybody knows it, and people assume I’m following in her footsteps. Not true—as I said, Jared’s the first boy I’ve never seen naked. And I’ve never been touched. Until today, that is. Heck, I’ve barely ever been kissed.

And I don’t like losing control. That’s what the façade was all about—maintain control, never let them see you sweat. Well, I was losing control, in a hurry. One morning of this, and my body had completely abandoned me. My mind might have been firmly maintaining the barriers—but my body was crumbling. Especially when Mike Person, one of the football team, slipped a finger in my….you know….between third and fourth period.

My body was completely out of control by then. I was horny. Really, really horny. That’s on top of being ashamed and self-conscious. And I didn’t want to be horny, and I didn’t know what to do about it, and I didn’t know how I was going to get through a whole week of this! My mind was screaming “horrors!” while my body was screaming “more!”

If walking the halls between classes wasn’t bad enough—walking into the cafeteria, stark naked, in front of the whole junior class, was completely mortifying. Even my friends razzed and jeered me as I got in line to get my food. And I got touched or fondled about three dozen times.

Searching desperately for an oasis, I spotted Jared, all by himself, eating. I avoided my friends and plopped my tray in front of him. “Hi!” I chirped, the Happy Amanda Mask firmly in place. “How’s it going?”

“Oh, grrrrreaaaat,” he moaned. “This is so humiliating.”

“Ah, it’s not so bad,” I lied. “You got to go with the flow.”

He looked me in the eye. “I really admire you. Thanks so much for sitting with me here at lunch—I wish I could take lessons from you.”

“It’s all in the attitude,” I told him, trying to convince myself as much as him.

“Maybe. I’m not one for attitude. I mean it’s not easy for me. I don’t hide very well.”

I had to giggle at that. “Especially when you’re stark naked, awfully tough to hide.”

He laughed in agreement. That was nice, at least he loosened up to laugh at my silly joke. He had a nice laugh.

“I don’t know, it’s probably easier for you,” he was saying. “I’m completely inexperienced. You’re the first naked girl I’ve ever seen, and I’ve certainly never been naked in front of anyone.”

“Ditto,” I told him.

“Really?” He seemed surprised. “I didn’t realize……you know…..”

“What, that I’m not Maggie Benson?” I laughed. “Nope, we may be friends, but we’re nothing alike. Well, at least our sex lives are nothing alike. Considering I don’t have one, and hers is all-encompassing.” Jared laughed again.

“Forgive me for besmirching your honor, miss,” he said gallantly. I giggled, and told him, “Don’t worry about it.”

“So, my sister’s best friend went through this last year. I know what the girls that go through it get put through.” He looked at me. “I guess, since you were completely inexperience—that your experience has quadrupled in just this morning?”

“And how,” I admitted. “I’ll be honest. I’m so horny, I can’t stand it. And I’m not used to that. And, yeah, I’ve been felt up, and had a couple fingers up my…..you know….but not long enough to actually do anything so I’m even hornier.”

“I can relate. I had a couple of freshmen girls ‘just want to touch it’ on the way here. I thought I was gonna explode.”

“Ooh. I know enough to know it’s worse for a boy.” I looked at him. “Have you asked for relief yet?”

“NO!.” I had to laugh at his vehemence. “No, and I don’t plan to. I’ll take care of it when I get home.”

“It’s a long day.”

“Yeah, and it’d be a lot longer if I had to jerk off in front of a whole class!”

“I dunno. Might be fun. It’d certainly be educational. I’d enjoy watching, I know that much.”

Jared practically choked on his ham sandwich. “Uh-uh. No way.”

“I’ll bet you change your mind. Sometime this week.” He was having none of it.

Suddenly, he stopped that line of conversation, and looked at me. “You know what? You’re easy to talk to.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am,” he told me. “You always intimidated me.”

“Me?” I laughed. “How the hell did I do that?”

“Because you’re so put together,” he told me. “You’re so in control, so vivacious. Everybody likes you. You’ve almost got your own little band of courtesans.”

“Ah,” I demurred, “Like I said, it’s all in the attitude.”

“Maybe so,” he told me, “but the attitude is what might be intimidating.” He took a bite of his sandwich. “Plus, you’re the prettiest girl in school, that doesn’t help.”

That took me aback. Big-time. “Me? Prettiest girl in school? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Hell, no, and I thought that before I saw you naked,” he smiled.

“And now you’ve changed your mind,” I said.

“Nope. More convince of it than ever. Shit, if I ever do need relief, it’s because I have to stare at you three periods a day. I’m going to flunk all three of ‘em, I’m betting. You’re the distraction to end all distractions.”

“Jared, you’re nuts. Look at me.”

“Believe me, I have been,” he smirked.

“And you don’t see the fat?”

“What, all them womanly curves? I’m not going to be able to convince you if you don’t believe it.” He looked at me. “I didn’t think you had any body issues, considering how comfortable you feel about this.”

OK. That’s when I slipped. He didn’t realize this, but I found him as easy to talk to as he did me. And I realized he was sincere. So I told him. “Jared, this is the truth. I’m not nearly as comfortable with this as you think I am. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was all attitude.”

“Oh.” While he mulled that one over, I changed tacks. “Besides, what’s your excuse, then? Don’t tell me you have body issues. Stud,” and I winked at him. He turned a delightful shade of hot pink.

“Um, well, to tell you the truth—I don’t have much of a body image either way. It’s just kind of there, you know what I mean? But, no, low body image isn’t my problem. I’m just shy. Especially around girls. And here I am, parading nude in front of every girl in the student body. It’s mortifying, in a way that I can’t explain.”

“Hmmm,” I said, “So what made you volunteer for this, if you feel that way?”

“I didn’t. My parents volunteered me, and told me afterwards.”

“Oh, shit,” I commiserated. That explained a lot.

CHAPTER FIVE

JARED

After our little chat at lunch, we walked to Biology together—that was our next class. And, I have to admit, while part of my brain—the part that’s connected to my dick—was watching her naked ass sway in front of me, the other part was stunned.

I had just eaten lunch with the girl of my dreams. We were both completely naked. And it was like having a nice chat with someone I had been best friends with for ten years. This girl really was easy to talk to—easier than I’d ever imagined.

Hell, I admit it. This crush on her started in seventh grade. It was puppy love, I know it, I was in love with an image. I knew her—but I didn’t really know her. It was the idea of her that I was in love with. Oh, that, and I wasn’t lying when I said I thought she was the most beautiful girl in school. But, yeah, I knew what it was. I just surmised, from the image, that if I ever got the nerve to actually get to know this girl, that I’d fall completely in love with her. And, what was thrilling, and completely scary, is that the events of this morning hadn’t done a thing to make me feel I was wrong about that. She was better up close than she was from afar, at least so far. And I’m not talking about physically, either.

OK, I’m not completely talking about physically.

We walked into Biology, her in front of me, and I immediately heard a familiar voice shout out, “Hey, look, it’s Amanda’s tits!” I laughed. I had forgotten that Amanda’s friend Maggie was in this class, too.

Maggie’s in Amanda’s crowd, but I knew her. Everybody knows Maggie Benson. As Amanda has said, she’s got a reputation for being….er, let’s just say, free with her favors. But nobody holds it against her, because, not only does she not apologize for it—which makes most people respect her choices—she’s also got a great personality. For one thing, she’s genuinely funny. She teases everybody, no real maliciousness intended, and cracks everybody up.

She was still going at Amanda. “Hey, Frazier. A week with you bouncing those bazookas of yours all over school, and I’m going to have to hide all my boyfriends.”

“I don’t think there’s anywhere on earth big enough to hide all your boyfriends,” Amanda retorted.

“Apparently, your bra qualifies!” ZING! I had to laugh, as did Amanda, and Amanda then sat down, giving Maggie a full view of me. I braced myself—but not really. Like I said, Maggie was funny. I knew there was a quip coming—but I also knew that Maggie would make me laugh more than she’d make me embarrassed.

I was wrong. On both counts. As Amanda sat down, and I walked up the row beside her, I heard Maggie let out a gasp. I looked at her, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. And then she said, to my astonishment, “Jesus Christ, Wicklow! Are you packing! Is that a telephone pole or are you happy to see me?” She couldn’t stop staring. I couldn’t stop blushing!. And she kept it up. “My God, that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen on a high school kid. And I’ve seen enough of them. Damn. I think I like this whole Program thing!” I tried to wave her off, but she kept staring. And, boy, was I purple by this time. Amanda kept giggling. I’m glad she was amused.

Me, I was embarrassed. Yeah, OK, and I was flattered, too. Wouldn’t you be? I was never one to check out other guys in the locker room—as I told Amanda, body image was rather a non-issue to me. It was there, and there it was. How it compared wasn’t much concern to me. But, yeah, having Maggie Benson—who, as she said, had a basis for comparison—drooling all over me was flattering.

It also made me more horny. I didn’t think that was possible. Ay yi yi.

Just then, Ms. Toranetti walked in. She’s our Bio teacher—and she’s also the person at Westport who was the primary driver of The Program. She really wanted this to work—I know some of the failures of the first two years killed her. And, so, she walked in, saw me and Amanda sitting there starkers—with Maggie, on the other side of Amanda from me, still staring—and smiled.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasure. I get a matched set of nudists in the class. Hello, Jared, Amanda. Welcome to The Program. How’s the first day been so far?”

“Fine,” Amanda said—but it seemed strained to me.

“Tolerable. Almost,” I said, to giggles.

“Ah, it gets easier, Jared.” She looked at me. “But, I must say, you do look rather uncomfortable. Have you had relief yet today?”

“No!” I said—probably a bit stronger than I intended.

“Don’t you think you should?”

I was about to refuse, but I was interrupted—by Maggie. “PICK ME!” she bellowed. “Oh, pick me, pick me, please pick me,” she rattled, writhing in her chair, to the laughter of the rest of the room. Amanda especially, and she looked at me and gave me a little wiggle with her eyebrows, as if to say “go for it”. And I made the mistake of looking over at Maggie—and she winked. And licked her lips.

I was gonna say no to this?

No, I was not. I accepted Maggie’s offer, and went up to the front of the room, as required, and sat in a chair. Maggie knelt in front of me, and slowly started running her hand up and down my dick—which was close to exploding in about two seconds.

“Oh, what a beautiful piece of equipment,” Maggie purred, to the giggles of the class. She looked up at me, and must have seen something in my face, because she whispered, “You’ve never had this done to you before, have you?”

“Not unless you count my own hand,” I admitted, whispering back. She giggled, and said, “Well, then, I’d better make it an experience to remember, right?” She looked down at it, her hand running softly but firmly up the length, and then said, “I don’t think it’s gonna fit, but I have got to give it a try.” And then next thing I knew, the head of my dick was in her mouth. And then more of my dick. And more. And still more.

Holy fuck.

I was getting a blowjob from Maggie Benson. While I was naked. In front of our whole Biology class—including, let’s not forget, my long-time crush. Who was grinning ear to ear, I noticed. Then my attention was diverted—as Maggie swallowed. I was getting deep-throated. All the way, as her lips made contact with my pubes. She raised her thumb in the air as if to say, “I did it!” as she took it all in. I looked down, her cheeks were all puffy and I could see the muscles in her throat working as she swallowed my dick. And it felt….well, it was indescribable.

One thing I knew for sure was that I was ready, already. I tapped her on the shoulder and, when she looked up, gave her a little sign. She didn’t care. She just started slowly and slightly bobbing up and down on my dick. I think it took about three bobs—and I exploded. Maggie swallowed every drop. Then she released my dick, and looked up at me with a little self-satisfied smile. “I took it all!” she exclaimed, to the cheers and whoops from the class.

“That you did,” I agreed. “Wow.”

“You’re welcome,” she giggled. “It was my pleasure.” She stood up, bowed to the class, and sauntered back to her seat to applause. I tried to quickly catch my breath, before attempting to stand up. My legs were like spaghetti.

“Hey, Wicklow.” It was Ed Dauer, another one of Maggie and Amanda’s friends. “That’s the way to do it. You need relief, get a professional.”

“I am not a professional,” Maggie said in mock indignation. “I never charge money.”

“Shit, I don’t know why the hell not,” I blurted out. Everyone howled at that, even Maggie.

Ms. Toranetti laughed herself, and then said, “Good. Now that we’ve concluded our entertainment, we can get back to class. Having trouble walking, Mr. Wicklow? Take your time.” I just blushed and waved as I unsteadily made my way to my seat.

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to go through the whole week without relief!” Amanda whispered as I sat down. I just shrugged and kind of grinned.

“Since we’ve got two Program participants in the class this week, we’re going to take advantage of it. I’m pushing up the sex-and-anatomy lesson.” Amanda and I looked at each other, in apprehension. Ms Toranetti must have picked up on it, because she said, “Don’t worry, you two. It won’t be that bad, and you’ll not be forced into anything. And this is a good group. Right?” she said pointedly. The class cheerily affirmed her opinion.

“I’m going to be honest with you. The Program means a lot to me. And that’s what we’re going to start with, today, talking about The Program itself. Jared, Amanda, I’m going to be asking for some of your impressions—not today, because it’s the first day, but later in the week. Today, we’re going to talk about The Program in general—and why it’s mostly failed here the past two years.”

Kevin Abraham, a kid I didn’t know well, raised his hand. “It’s mostly failed because there weren’t enough controls.”

Ms. Toranetti looked at him. “Marie is your older sister, isn’t she.”

“Yeah,” Kevin confirmed. “For those who don’t know what Ms. Toranetti is talking about, my older sister, Marie, got put through the program last year, when she was a senior.” Kevin took a deep breath. “She’s one of the ones that ended up in the hospital. She had—well, basically, it was a nervous breakdown. She’s a lot better now, but it really messed her up.”

I raised my hand. “What happened to her? I don’t mean to pry, but, listen—I’ve found all of this uncomfortable and embarrassing, but not anything that’s really going to mess me up. What went wrong with the program, really, the last two years?”

“People abused the rules,” Ms. Toranetti told us. “Kevin, I’m going to try not to really get into this, but let me give them a bit of background.” Kevin nodded. “Kevin’s sister was painfully shy. Now, this is why her parents wanted her in The Program to begin with, but it backfired. Marie was a wallflower; I don’t know a nicer way to put it. She spent four years fading into the woodwork—and suddenly she was the center of all attention. And not always in a nice way. She didn’t handle it well.”

“Yeah,” Kevin agreed. “It was too much, too soon, and too intense. And that whole reasonable request thing—let’s just say that ‘reasonable’ gives you a whole lot of leeway. What’s reasonable for me, or you, might not be reasonable for someone else. When you’ve spent four years so shy that nobody even talks to you—and then you end up being groped every time you walk down the hall, it’s a drastic change. Marie just freaked.”

“Yes,” Ms T. agreed, “and, don’t for a second think I’m blaming the victim here, because I’m not, but there were too many Maries in the pool the first two years. This is why we wanted people like Amanda, who aren’t shy—and even Jared, though he’s not the social butterfly Amanda is”—everyone laughed at that, Amanda and me most of all—“even Jared is pretty well-liked and has a decent amount of friends. That’s also why we came up with the buddy system—and why we teamed people like Jared and Amanda together. Both are normal everyday students, both are very nice people who we knew would treat the other with respect. This doesn’t cure all the ills, but good role models are hard to find.”

“Aah, all this responsibility,” Amanda mock-sighed to laughter. “There’s one objection that I have to that theory, though.” Ms T. nodded for her to go on. “Knowing someone isn’t shy doesn’t take care of all of it. Maggie would have done better with this than I am—because I’m completely sexually inexperienced.” That was a tough admission for her to make, I could tell, especially with half the class looking at her in disbelief. “That’s the big problem I’m having—not the nudity, per se, but that I feel like I’ve had my sexuality thrust onto me, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

“That’s a good point,” Mrs. T said. “Do you feel the same way, Jared?”

“Well, let me just tell you this,” I said, “what just happened a couple minutes ago was the absolute first time any hand ever touched my dick that wasn’t my own. And a mouth? Forget it.”

“Oh, goody, I love breaking them in!” Maggie interjected to general laughter.

“Good, Jared. So, how do you feel?”

I thought about that one for a minute. “You know, less put-upon than I thought I might. But that’s because of Maggie, she made it fun and didn’t embarrass me. And my buddy, here, Amanda, too—she was making all these goofy ‘go for it’ eye motions at me. It was fun, because Amanda encouraged the fun, and Maggie made it fun.” They were both beaming at me. That was cool. “I told myself I was not going to ask for relief at all this week—Amanda’s pushing and Maggie’s enthusiasm changed my mind. I never would have done it without them.”

“Good,” Ms. T said, “and that’s why we want people like you guys in The Program. Jared, you’re likeable—Amanda, too. Maggie likes you, Jared, as a friend, I mean. That makes it all easier.”

“She likes his dick,” Ed Bauer quipped.

“Well, yeah,” Ms. T agreed, “but it couldn’t be just that. Maggie, would you have been that enthusiastic if you didn’t like Jared as a person?”

“No way,” Maggie agreed. “I don’t know Jared all that well, but he’s cool. And cute.” Dammit, it’s awfully hard to hide a blush when you have no clothes on! “If I thought he was a complete loser, I wouldn’t have been that enthusiastic,” Maggie continued.

“Right,” Ms. T went on. “But what we think is that if we start with people like Jared and Amanda, it’ll give a better reputation to the program itself. We also think the Buddy System will help. People like Marie didn’t have that kind of support.”

“It’s only been a half a day, and I can tell you that that part of it has already helped,” Amanda said. I smiled at her, and agreed. “She already gave me a nice pep talk at lunch,” I told them. “ And going through a class like this is a lot easier with her here.” I got a radiant smile at that one.

“Well, we’ll see what you have to say about that when we start in on anatomy,” Ms. T joked. “But, yeah, we really thought it was beneficial. I’ve talked to some of the other kids in The Program this week, and they are all enthusiastic about the Buddy System, even after just a few hours.”

“My problem with The Program is some of the rhetoric,” Amanda piped up. “That whole ‘boys are different than girls’ garbage. That gets my goat, I have to say.”

“You don’t agree with that? You don’t think girls are different than boys?” Ms. T asked.

“Only in the plumbing,” Amanda quipped. “Look, I’m here naked. How many of you guys are turned on?” Every male hand in the room raised. Plus Lisa Sherrick. “Hey, I’m lesbian, what can I say,” Lisa quipped, making Amanda blush.

“OK,” Amanda continued. “Now, Jared is also naked. How many girls outside of Lisa are turned on?” Every other female raised their hand. “OK. And Jared, are you turned on by being naked?”

“I was,” I replied, “But Maggie Hoovered it out of me.” The class broke up at that. I turned to stare at her. “Give me a minute, though.”

“Oh, thanks,” she said, grinning at me. “Anyhow, you get my point. And I am turned on by being naked. So what’s the difference? We’re all turned on. We might be turned on by different things, but that’s not even a given, witness Lisa.” She grinned at me. “And when Jared and I have history last period with Mr. Riley, he won’t be looking at me.”

Oh shit, I had forgotten about that. Mr. Riley was gay. Yeeks.

Amanda went on, “So, what’s the difference?”

“The difference is how men and women react to that. The difference is also how members of the opposite sex deal with it,” Ms T replied. “For instance, the whole relief thing.”

“I’m glad you brought that up, because that’s one of the inequities, to my mind,” Amanda said.

“But it’s harder for boys to spend a whole day being aroused without something being done about it,” Ms T said.

“I think that’s way overstated,” I piped up. “Am I glad I got relief? Yeah, but that’s because Maggie was fun, like I said. I could’ve lived without it. It wasn’t bothering me all that much.”

“Really?” Ms T asked.

“Really,” I said. “And I don’t think for a second that Amanda’s all that comfortable.” She shot me a grateful look. “It’s more obvious on boys, that’s all. No, walking around with that thing sticking out isn’t the most pleasant thing in the world, but I can’t see how it’s more pleasant sitting all day in a puddle.” Amanda really shot me a grateful look just then. I was scoring points left and right. Without even trying to—I mean, I was sincere what I was saying. This couldn’t be all that pleasant for her. She had hinted at such during lunch.

“Look,” I went on, “guys have been using that whole ‘I’ve got blue balls!’ stuff with girls for centuries, and it’s designed to get what the guy wants. But what about what the girl wants? Look, I’ve been poked and prodded all day, but so has Amanda. I got to have something done about it. She doesn’t. I don’t know if that’s fair.”

“That’s a good point,” Ms T said. “I’m going to have to think about that one. Jared, you need to speak up in class more, OK?”

I blushed. I blushed more when I realized that every single girl in the class was looking at me in undisguised awe. I didn’t speak up because of that, I spoke up because I thought an important point needed to be made. But the looks from the girls in the class were a nice fringe benefit.

CHAPTER SIX

AMANDA

I could’ve kissed him. I swear, I could’ve wrapped my arms around him and kissed him right there.

He got it. He completely got it.

Who woulda thunk it?

Anyhow, the rest of the day was uneventful, but that’s mainly because gym class was cancelled. I have it right after Bio, but they were using the gym for something so I got a study period instead. And poor Jared had to put up with Mr. Riley ogling him in history, but he was OK about it. Mr. Riley’s a nice guy, everybody knows he’s gay, but he’s cool. We walked in, Mr. Riley looked at Jared, and said, “Jared, are you straight?” When Jared replied in the affirmative, Mr. Riley just went “Too bad.” Even Jared laughed.

Afterwards, we had to go to the entrance to get dressed—with an audience, of course. Except I didn’t get to get dressed. Cheerleading practice, you see—and since that’s a school activity, I had to be naked for it. Oh, joy. Anyhow, Jared got dressed, and I just gathered up my clothes to bring to the football field. They had separated the “dressing and undressing area” by sex in the past, but they didn’t this year—because of that whole Buddy thing. We were there to support each other. Since we were both being ogled and asked to pose by a gaggle of kids of both sexes, the support was welcome.

Jared walks to school, as do I, but in different directions. I walked him as far as the football field. As he went to go, I pulled him aside and said, “Thanks for what you said in Biology.” And I kissed him. Just a little light one, but on the lips. Hey, I said I wanted to kiss him. It was really weird because, by that point, he was fully dressed and I was not. But I’m glad I did it.

And can that boy blush!

I could’ve done without cheerleading, I have to admit. All those rolls and bulges, unrestrained, while I had to jump around. All right, I admit it—I’m pretty well-endowed. This is not a good thing when you’re doing jumps and splits. I think I need to try to talk the administration into allowing sports bras, or I’m going to get a damn black eye. Yeesh.

Of course, I was the only naked cheerleader. Of course, I had an audience. And Mike Person, the same football player who slipped a finger in my….you know…..did it again after practice. I let him. Dammit, I’ll admit it, I enjoyed it. And this time, without the time constraints of having to get me to class, I let him finish me off.

Yeah, I came. And I didn’t even feel all that self-conscious about it. Hey, I was really horny by that point. At least now I was even with Jared—and, yeah, it was a relief. But I couldn’t help think that I wish it were Jared doing it. Mike was fine, but he wasn’t particularly gentle, nor particularly clued-in to what makes a girl feel good. He just poked around down there……….

You know, I don’t know if The Program is working if I can’t even SAY it!

He poked around….my pussy. There. I said it. He poked around my pussy, and I came. But I wanted more.

I wanted Jared. Where the hell did that come from? And why was I now realizing that I was jealous of Maggie?

Shit.

Anyhow, after that, I got dressed. It was strange. I was relieved—but at the same time, I felt kind of constrained. I didn’t expect that. But I walked home dressed, and went inside, to deal with my Mom.

She’s not happy about The Program. Mr. Tilling, when he came to convince my parents to let me take part, quickly realized who the reasonable parent in my family is, and went to work on my father. Daddy’s cool. But he’s not home when I get home—Mom just works mornings, Daddy’s a lawyer who works all day—so Mom it was.

“How was school, dear?” she asked.

“Interesting. The Program started today. I got selected, as I thought I would.” I could see her stiffen up.

“So you pranced around school all day naked,” she spat out.

“Yeah. It was kind of fun.” Yup, I put the mask on for her, too. “Very liberating.”

“Oh, that’s all we need is for you to get liberated. I do not know what this world is coming to.”

Not wanting to deal with this, I grabbed some cookies and went to my room to deal with homework.

Daddy’s better. After supper, he called me into his office that he has in the house. “Your mother tells me The Program started today.” I nodded. “How do you feel about it?”

“Weird,” I admitted. I can let my guard down around Daddy. He’s the only one. “It was liberating, and humiliating all at the same time. At least they gave us some support this time.” I explained about the Buddy System, and about Jared. “He helped, a lot. He’s very nice.” I told Daddy about what he said in Biology.

“How is he dealing with things?” Daddy asked.

“No better than I am,” I admitted. “He’s shy, and isn’t much for building walls around himself, so he felt even more exposed than I did. It got better, though. Maggie gave him a Hummer in Bio.”

Daddy cracked up laughing. “It would have to be Maggie Benson, wouldn’t it? Um, did you have anything done to you?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I was groped a lot, and after cheerleading Mike Person…um….fingered me.”

“Did you come?” Daddy asked.

“Yeah,” I admitted, blushing to my roots. “He’s not exactly Mister Skill, but I was rather pent-up at the time.”

“I can imagine,” Daddy laughed. “It’s OK, you know. You need to loosen up. Nobody else realizes this, but I do—that’s why I agreed to your taking part.” He smiled at me. “You close yourself off too much. I know that, and I think you do, too. There’s more to life than being Miss Congeniality.”

“Yeah, and I think this week is going to give me a lot to think about on that score.”

“Good.”

--end of part one—