MISSY AND DAVID NAKED IN SCHOOL

PART ONE

MONDAY

CHAPTER ONE

MISSY

Fucking assholes. Every single one of them. My parents, the school administration—all of them.

When I ever got called up to that stage on Friday and told that I was going to have to go into The Program, I was pissed. And my parents, of course, went along with this. You know, their daughter had embarrassed them, and so had to be humiliated. Oh, they make me want to scream.

My father is on the City Council. My mother volunteers for various charities. They’re filthy rich. They’re also complete assholes, but money and power is what’s important, and they know it. And having their darling daughter fuck up spoils the image, don’t you know. Of course, the fact that they run roughshod over anyone that gets in their way, including each other—both of them are constantly having affairs—doesn’t seem to register. Me pulling a prank that got out of hand—that’s the end of the world.

And that’s all it was—a fucking prank. Cassie’s a wimp, and she can’t take a joke. Fuck them all. And because Cassie’s a wimp, and because my parents and Mr. Tilling are assholes, now I had to parade my big fat body all over school naked.

I wanted to kill someone.

When Frankie Gutierrez came over to our table to stick up for Cassie last week, he called me 15 to 20 pounds overweight. I’ll give Frankie credit, he was being generous. 40 was more like it. And the administration, by publicly announcing that I was being put in The Program as a punishment, practically gave the entire school permission to humiliate me. I could see the beached whale jokes coming right down the pike.

Look, I wasn’t kidding with what I told Cassie. I thought her being in The Program was a joke, and I did think that her parading around naked with all those scars was gross.

Me, with all my blubber? Grosser. Far grosser. And I didn’t have a fucking choice.

Anyhow, I went to Mr. Tilling’s office.

“Good morning, Melissa,” he said pleasantly. “Are you all ready?”

“It doesn’t make a difference whether I am or I’m not, now does it?”

“Melissa, look on the bright side. You may learn something from this.” I just snorted. “We’re just waiting for your partner.”

“Where’s Laura?” I asked.

“Laura is no longer attending school here,” he said with a frown. “I got a call this morning, actually. She has moved in with her father and will be attending school in the town where her father lives.”

Oh, doesn’t that just figure. Good ol’ Laura. Since her parents divorced, they bend over backwards to kiss her ass, to ‘make up’ for them getting divorced. And Laura can manipulate them like a champ. I’m sure a few well-placed crocodile tears made up their minds. Damn them. Damn her. What we did to Cassie was her idea in the first place. And, now, she’s left it for me to be the only one holding the bag for it. Lovely.

The door opened, and in walked David Shiell. Oh, it just got better and better. That whole Buddy system was supposed to be for support, wasn’t it? And I was going to get hammered this week—and the “support” they sent me was the wimp of the school. Dave Shiell can’t support his own fucking head.

I was just about to point this out to the apparently clueless Mr. Tilling, when Dave said something. “Oh, no. No way. You are not putting me in with her.”

“Look, David,” Mr. Tilling said, “I know you’re a good person, and you’ve had some troubles of your own. Melissa’s going to need some sympathetic help.”

“Well, then, maybe you should’ve chosen someone who hasn’t been in band with Cassie Vyshenko for three years. I don’t have many friends, but Cassie’s one of them. I don’t want to have any part of ‘supporting’ someone who did what she did to Cassie.”

I was stunned. This was the school wimp? Of course, I did wish that, if he decided he didn’t want to be a wimp anymore, he wouldn’t have done it at my expense.

“Well, David, you’re going to have to get past that,” Mr. Tilling said. “You guys are teamed up.”

“I’ve read the rules of The Program, inside and out,” David said, stripping off his clothes. “You can force me to do this, and you can force me to parade around naked. And you can, by some stupid whim, pick a buddy for me. But there’s nothing in the rules that says I have to talk to her, or acknowledge her, or be nice to her. I’m not exactly the most popular guy in school. I could use some support myself to get through this stupid thing. I’m not going to get it from her. In fact, I wouldn’t even ask. She’d just find some way to humiliate me,” he rambled. By now, he was completely naked. I don’t know what he was worried about—he was average, but not unattractive. At least he wasn’t fat. “I may have to do this by myself, but I have no intention of having anything to do with her,” he said.

“She’s going to have a rough week without help,” Mr. Tilling said.

“GOOD!” Dave said, and stormed out of the office.

He didn’t even wait until I got undressed. Damn. At least I wouldn’t have been the only nude person walking out of the office. I just sighed, stripped, and headed out. What choice did I have?

And, yep, it looked like the whole school was there. I’ll give Cassie credit. She took the high road. She and her new group of friends didn’t say a word. They were just about the only ones that didn’t.

You know, you’d think people could come up with some original ones, once in a while. I mean, Christ. Beached whale? Lard-ass? Thunder thighs? Is there anyone under the impression that I’ve never heard any of these, or something? Nothing new.

OK, I take it back. People grabbing at my boobs like they wanted to tear them off—that was new. I had hand-prints on ‘em by the time I got to class.

It looked like the humiliation had just begun. Somebody is gonna pay for this!!

CHAPTER TWO

DAVID

Wasn’t getting stuck in The Program bad enough? I didn’t want to do it. I was too shy for this. My Mom had insisted on putting me in—claiming it would help me ‘get over my shyness’ or some other bullshit. Of course, the fact that such had worked for my best friend, Jared Wicklow, earlier in the year didn’t help my arguments any. But Jared fell in love, and he has a massive dick, which made him very popular Program week. I do not have anything that impressive between the legs. And falling in love? I have trouble talking to Amanda, who’s my best friend’s girlfriend—or Cassie Vyshenko, who I’ve been in band with for three years. In other words, I can’t even talk to girls that I considered friends. Fall in love? Yeah, right.

I always figured I’d work my way up to being able to say “hello” without stuttering sometime in my junior year in college.

So, anyhow, I wasn’t thrilled about this whole Program thing right from the get-go. And then I found out who my partner was. Missy Jenkins, the school bitch.

Look, she and her erstwhile sidekick, Laura Elliot—who seemed to have disappeared—have always been the school bitches. But what they did to Cassie, who was supposed to be their best friend, during her Program week last week—well, that took the cake. Cassie, despite the fact that I don’t talk to her easily, is a friend. She’s never been anything but nice to me. Plus, she’s a damn good flute player. I can appreciate musicianship.

And Mr. Tilling wants me to support this bitch that badly hurt a friend of mine? I don’t think so. No way. Of course, that meant that I wasn’t going to be getting any support.

Well, of course, not “partner” type support. If I thought I wasn’t going to be getting any support whatsoever—well, I underestimated Jared, and his friends.

They were all there when I came out of the office. Jared greeted me with, “Welcome to the club, pal.” His crazy friend Ed Bauer hooted and hollered. Amanda gave me a hug—boy did that make me blush. And I really blushed when Cassie said, “Looking good, Big Man.”

No, Big Man wasn’t a reference to my anatomy. I play two instruments in the school band. Trumpet, and saxophone. Jared, a big Bruce Springsteen fan, years ago started calling me “Big Man” after Clarence “Big Man” Clemons, Bruce’s sax player. It stuck. Although Cassie calling me that when I was naked was a nice little touch on her part, even if it was untrue!

“So, where’s your partner?” Jared asked.

“I couldn’t care less,” I spat out. They all looked at me. “Missy Jenkins.”

“Oh, shit,” Amanda said.

“Oh, shit is right,” I agreed. “I’m going to be coming to you guys for support, because I sure won’t be getting any from her.”

“We’re here, pal,” Jared said.

Just then, Missy came out of the office. I heard all the hooting and hollering. Cassie, good person that she is, told us all, “Don’t say a word. I know what it’s like. I’m not playing the one-upsmanship game and I’d prefer if none of my friends do it, either.”

We watched for a bit, and Jared said, “It looks like she’s getting enough without us joining in, anyway.”

I looked for a while, and said, “What’s all this fat stuff? She’s not that fat.”

“She’s not thin, either, though,” Amanda said, “and it’s an easy thing to zero in on. I’ve gotten it once or twice.”

“You?” I said incredulously. “Fat?”

“Again, I’m not thin. You know, I’m not Maggie.”

“Yeah, you have boobs. And an ass,” Maggie interjected.

“She’s right about one thing, though,” Ed Bauer put in. “You’re the one, Maggie, who has the bodytype that shows up on magazine covers and fashion runways.”

“That’s right,” Maggie laughed. “Did you ever hear the old David Spade joke? He said that he wished we could get more heterosexual fashion designers, so we’d get some fashion models that don’t look like boys!”

“Oooh, that’s nasty,” Ed laughed.

“Nasty with a hint of truth,” Maggie giggled. “I know very few straight guys that would prefer my bodytype to Amanda’s. I do look like a boy.”

“Oh yeah?” Ed asked. “Then why has half the junior class eagerly gone to bed with you?”

“Because I don’t fuck like a boy,” Maggie laughed. “When I’m squeezing those cunny muscles like a vice grip around their dicks, they tend to forget that I have no hips and can barely fill an A-cup.”

“That was more than I needed to know,” I said with a blush.

“Well, Dave,” Maggie grinned, “you’re welcome to take the merchandise for a test drive. Get your Program week started off on the right track, and all that.”

Oh, Jesus! “Um…er….well…..” was all I managed to get out.

“You’re shy. I like that in a guy,” Maggie grinned.

Thank goodness the bell for first period rang just then!

“The offer’s open,” Maggie giggled, as she headed off to class. Oh, Lord.

I walked to my first class, History. The only person out of Jared’s crowd in my class was Natalie Weinberg, Ed’s girlfriend, who I didn’t know well.

“Hey, Dave,” she said as we walked. “The Program was very difficult for me at first, so I know what you’re going through, OK? You need any help, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thanks,” I said gratefully.

“Maggie got you good, didn’t she?” Natalie laughed.

“Uhm, well, its, you know…” Stutter, stutter, stutter. “Maggie’s a nice person, and all, but, well, I’m still, you know….”

“You’re a virgin, right?” Natalie smiled. I nodded, blushing. “And you want your first time to be special.” I nodded again. “That’s admirable. For reasons beyond my control, my first time sucked. I didn’t get it right until my fourth time, which was Ed. Wanting it to be special is a good instinct on your part.” She grinned. “Although, I need to warn you, you will get horny this week. And, look, I know enough guys that have been to bed with Maggie—she will show you a good time. It’s a strange week. Keep your options open.”

“That’s good advice,” I said. We got to class then.

Going to my next period, that’s when I started getting grabbed. I guess the presence of Missy right outside the office with me had distracted everyone before first period, but she was nowhere around when I emerged from class. And I got grabbed. It was embarrassing. It was also—well—you know—I got horny.

Jesus.

I knew about the concept of relief. I wasn’t gonna be asking for it! No way. Of course, a strange little voice in the back of my head was saying, “Now what classes do I have with Maggie Benson?”

Uh-huh. No way.

My second period class was English—the first class out of three that I shared with Missy. I beat her to class, and I made the mistake of looking up when she walked in. She did not look good at all. People were even shouting things at her as she made her way into class, before the teacher walked in. She looked like she was going through hell.

Good, I said to myself. That’s what she put Cassie through. I wasn’t going to get sympathetic about this girl.

My next class was gym. In the girl’s locker room. Oh my Jesus. I couldn’t talk to girls one at a time! And here they were, a whole locker room of them! And, after gym, a whole shower full of them! All naked, and me naked! Oh, I wanted to crawl down the shower drain.

What happened next would’ve really mortified me, but…well, OK. Jared and Amanda have cool friends. One of them, Allie Fitzpatrick, was in that gym shower with me. After a lot of grab-and-giggle from some of the other girls, Allie came over to me and said, “Jeez, Dave, you really look like you could use some help.” She grinned, reached down, and very expertly—and quickly—whacked me off to an orgasm. And, while she was doing it—and while I was blushing a lovely shade of hot pink—she said, “Hey. Don’t be embarrassed. I haven’t been through The Program, but I’ve seen it enough. It happens. And I don’t mind doing this, not for a nice guy like you. Enjoy it,” she grinned.

I managed to, somehow. When she was done, she pointed us into the spray of the shower—to clean up, I had cum all over both of us—and said, “There. Feel better?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” I grinned.

“I’m glad and you’re welcome,” she grinned. “Too bad the bell’s about to ring, or I’d ask you to return the favor, because now I’m horny. Ah well, I’ll have to just go find Stef.” Stef was her boyfriend. Or girlfriend. With Stef, it’s confusing.

Anyhow, I did feel better after that. I made my way to my next class.

CHAPTER THREE

MISSY

I’ll give it to the folks at Westport High. When they want to humiliate someone, they go all-out.

I was grabbed, and I mean grabbed, not touched. I was fondled—but I thought fondling was supposed to be fun. Hey, someone ought to tell these guys that fingers are like sandpaper. Dry fingers roughly dragged over a clit hurt. Of course, I guess that was the idea. Maybe if I had been worked up….well, this treatment wasn’t working me up. It was just making me sore. Physically sore.

And, I have to admit, the insults about my weight were, at least, getting more inventive.

Well, this was what they wanted. Cassie was getting her pound of flesh. I just had to grin and bear it.

I wasn’t just cursed with a lousy body. I wasn’t much for sex, either. I’d fooled around a bit, but not much—I mean, what guy wants to go out with a beached whale? I was still a virgin, and I figured that condition was terminal. So, there wasn’t any great love lost between me and my naughty bits, neglected and unused as they were. Sometimes they just got in the way. I hated getting horny. That meant I had to do something about it. I didn’t enjoy masturbating my fat self. I did it only occasionally out of sheer need.

So, maybe I should be happy that the grabbing and shit wasn’t working me up. Of course, I’d rather it be a little less painful.

I supposed I deserved it. So I put up with it. At least I wasn’t asked to pose in art class.

I ate lunch alone. I used to eat with Laura, and, before last week, Laura and Cassie. Well, Laura was gone, and Cassie wasn’t speaking to me. So I ate lunch alone. At least, then, my body was hidden behind a table.

After lunch, I had Bio. The Bio class, Ms. T’s big experimental class. Hopefully, she had shot her wad with experimenting after the whole Amanda-and-Jared production. David was also in that class. Luckily, she didn’t talk to me. I don’t know if I would’ve been able to keep my composure.

After Bio, unfortunately, I have gym, and had to take my shower in the boy’s locker room. You want to talk about being exposed? And Cassie’s boyfriend, Frankie, was in that shower—along with two of his buddies, Ed and Ty. Like I said, they seemed to be taking the high road, though Frankie was glaring at me. He and Cassie had been good friends before they hooked up, and he’d never liked me in the first place. I didn’t much like him, either.

Anyhow, I got through the day. Somehow. But it hurt. It hurt a lot.

I could’ve used some support. I wasn’t going to get it here. I wasn’t going to be getting it at home, either.

My mother was there when I got home. “So, how was your day.”

“Horrible.”

“Good,” she said. “Maybe you’ll know what other people go through from you, like Cassie.”

“Funny,” I said, “I don’t think Cassie got her private parts manhandled. I don’t mean fondled, I mean manhandled. I don’t think she had her tits almost ripped off. I don’t think any of those things happened to her.”

“You’re exaggerating,” she said.

“Of course I am,” I said with a snort. “Whatever. I’m going to my room.”

“You’re on your own tonight,” she said. “Your father has a business meeting, and I have a meeting myself.” Ah. In other words, Dad was going to be fucking a secretary over his desk, and Mom was headed to a hotel room to meet the hunky-gardener-of-the-week. “Whatever,” was all I said.

They’ve been having affairs for years. The only reason they’re still together is divorce would look bad. And, somehow, they think that I haven’t known since I was 12 that they were having affairs. I’m not that stupid.

Like I said, they use people. Secretaries, hunky gardeners, underlings, each other, daughters.

At least they were rich enough for me to have a huge room with a big TV in it. That’s where I retreated. That’s where I always retreated.

I’d like to say that I skipped supper, but I didn’t. I went downstairs and made myself something very fattening. That’s the other place I retreated.

CHAPTER FOUR

DAVID

I went right home after school, for the first time in a long while. After our concert this past Saturday, at the arts festival, band was over for the year.

Mom wasn’t home when I got there, so I did some homework and relaxed. It’s just me and Mom—Dad died when I was six. When I heard her, I went downstairs to see her.

“Hi, honey,” she asked. “How was your day?”

“I got put in The Program.”

“Oh, good!”

“Glad one of us thinks so,” I grumbled.

“It’ll be fine,” she smiled. “Did they give you a cute partner?” she laughed.

“Not hardly. Missy Jenkins.” She knew all about Missy and what she had done.

“Oh, David, I’m sorry. I’d hoped you’d have a good experience with this, like Jared did. What are you doing about Missy?”

“Ignoring her. There’s nothing required that says I have to support her.”

“But who’s supporting you?” she asked.

“Jared and his friends,” I smiled. “They’re being very cool.”

“So,” she grinned, “did you get any action?” I should’ve expected that. Mom is very open about sex. Apparently, she and Dad had the sex life of all time—not necessarily something I needed to know, mind you, but I did—and they also apparently started said sex life when they were all of 13. They were each others’ first and only up until Dad died.

“You’re obsessed with my sex life,” I teased.

“That’s because I don’t have one,” she grinned back. Not exactly true, I knew—she’d had a number of dalliances. She gave her heart to Dad, forevermore, but not necessarily other body parts. But her sex life was intermittent, that was true.

“Well, I don’t have one either,” I grinned.

“Nothing?” she prodded.

“OK,” I admitted. “Jared’s friend Allie gave me a handjob in the gym shower.”

“Was it fun?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“Look, honey, I worry about you. You’re 17. You should’ve started by now. You’re missing out.”

“Well, you know, I have to learn to talk to girls without stammering like an idiot before I do anything else with them. Then again, Maggie Benson did offer to take me to her room and show me her etchings, so to speak.”

“Well? Go for it!”

“Naaah,” I demurred. “Don’t get me wrong, I like Maggie, and I know it’d be fun, but Maggie’s a one-night-stand kind of person and I want my first time to be more than that.”

“Oh, honey, that’s ridiculous,” she said.

“Oh, really? I’ve grown up my whole life knowing about Mom and Dad’s Grand Love Affair that started when they were all of eleven. Don’t blame me if I’m looking for the same thing.”

“Good point,” she laughed. “But your Dad and I got lucky. Well, back then—not in the end.” She got a sad little look on her face. “Anyhow, I don’t think it’s a prerequisite. You know I haven’t been completely celibate since your dad died.” I nodded. “It’s never gonna be the same. But it’s still good.”

“Yeah,” I said. “But I still think differently about my first time.”

“You’re a born romantic,” she laughed. “How did it go outside of that?”

“OK, I guess. I expected more teasing and stuff, seeing as I’m known as the school wimp and all. I think Missy deflected a lot of that. So, I suppose that’s one good thing about having her around.”

“She got it pretty good?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Both barrels. Now she knows how Cassie felt.”

“Hmmm,” she said. But I could tell she was vaguely disappointed in me. Sorry. I loved my Mom, but she didn’t have to stand there and see Cassie break down crying in the halls.

We ate, I went up and finished homework, then I went to bed.

--End of part one—