This story is fiction.� Actually, the year being 2063 should have been enough to clue you in about that.
I don't care how old are.� I don't care how young you are.� However, the law does care, so if you are too young, go away (or at least try not to get caught).
If this story is against the law where you live, then like the young folk, go away.� Or at least...
Wednesday, School
I�m walking though school, wearing my favorite jeans, blouse, and my hummingbird jacket.� My Program week is over, and I�m dressed again!� I�m so glad not to have to be naked anymore.� But as I walk to class, I notice that the mural on the wall isn�t the collection of space pioneers, but instead a collection of Program kids.� No Yuri Gagarin, no Alan Shepherd, but Bret is there, and so is Jeness.� Neil Armstrong is not to be found, but Neil Collins, from yesterday�s dick-grabbing encounter, is.� Even Warner von Braun and Gerard O�Neill are missing, but my classmate Tina J�rgenson is there, holding hands with Dan Okelo, the boy she gave her virginity to that week they were both in the Program.� They�re all there, buck naked.
And so am I.�� I feel exposed all over again as I walk into Homeroom, and the first thing I see is a life-size poster of myself, doing that roundhouse kick.� My crotch is perfectly lit, and I realize that, no matter how many clothes I put on, I�m still naked for everybody else, as long as they like.� They�ve all seen me, and I can never erase that from their memories.� I have no modesty, no matter what I wear.
Then Tina tells me that she�s back in the atmosphere with drops of Jupiter in her hair, and I ask her why she acts like summer and walks like rain.
I woke up to find that my clock was singing to me.� I didn�t quite understand what it was that the band, Train, was trying to tell me, but I was actually glad to note that I was naked in bed, and that the dream had been, in fact, just a dream.
Out of bed, trim the bush, into the shower, fix my hair, and down to breakfast with Dad.
Dad didn�t drop anything this time.� He just smiled and asked, �Saustrich and biscuits OK?�
Saustrich is a brand of sausage made from ostrich meat.� Stupid name, good sausage.
�Sounds yummy,� I told him, �what kind of jelly?�
�We got orange marmalade, fig preserves, and blackberry jam.�
�Blackberry jam sounds good,� I agreed, �and a little OJ-pine should make it perfect.�
Dad was already cooking it up.� He does love to cook, so I�m glad that he�s good at it.� I noted the apron, which kept him from getting Saustrich popped on his work clothes.� That�s something I wouldn�t dare try nude.
�So,� Dad started, �somebody has a birthday Friday.�
�I�m sure somebody does,� I answered.� Why this around-the-bend way of asking me something about my birthday?� �Somebody?�
�Well,� he continued, �if that somebody happened to also be in the Program, she might want to think over birthday plans.� Plans involving being out in public.�
He had a point.� The plan was to go out for pizza with several friends.� Was I prepared to do that nude?
�And if somebody��
�It�s not somebody, Dad; it�s me.�� I forced a smile.� �Sorry.� But it�s me we�re talking about, not �somebody.�� The pizza�� I think we still should.� I mean, I�m still planning to go to Holly-Kon, and that�s even more public.�
�You�re going to Holly-Kon?�� Dad looked pretty impressed.
�Well, yeah.� I mean, I�ve been planning this for eight months, and I�ve had the ticket for six.� It�s really kind of Botilda�s birthday present to me; she bought mine when she bought hers.� We�ve really been looking forward to it.�
Dad chuckled, but then he looked serious.� �I think Botilda would understand if you wanted to sit this out.� I mean, under the circumstances.�
�Oh, she�d understand alright,� I assured him, �In fact about the first thing she said to me Monday was that we didn�t have to go.� I think she mentioned it yesterday, too.�
�So how are you going to handle all the people?� You�ll still be naked, and they ARE going to be looking at you.�
�Not only will they be looking, Dad, but in some of those crowds, they won�t be able to NOT touch, even if they tried not to.�
Dad gave me the hairy eyeball while he finished a biscuit.� I wrinkled my nose.� I don�t mind orange marmalade as an ingredient in certain recipes, but I don�t like it just on toast or biscuits.
�You know,� he told me when he�d finished, �some of those guys aren�t going to be trying not to touch you.� In fact, some of them are going to use the crowd for an excuse to grope, without even asking.�
I hadn�t thought of it like that, and as much as I really, really wanted to tell Dad how wrong he was about this, I knew he was right.
�Well,� I started, then ate the last Saustrich patty, �If somebody is touching me without permission, and I say no, and he doesn�t stop, I�m justified in twisting some fingers.� And Botilda will be there.� She�s pretty protective of me this week.�
Dad gulped down the last of his guarana-apple juice and started gathering dishes.� I decided it wouldn�t kill me to gather up and wash my own, so I did.
�Thanks,� Dad nodded.� �So you�re really gonna go to Holly-Kon.� That�s pretty brave.�
�Yeah, well,� I kind of shrugged, �maybe by Saturday I won�t be so scared of the whole thing.�
�That�s kind of the whole point of the Program,� Dad reminded me.
�True,� I admitted.� �Well, gotta go!� See ya tonight.�
I mounted up the ol� bike and rode to school.� I started riding faster, enjoying the wind on my skin.� The warmth of the sunshine and the cooling breeze just felt wonderful.� I was actually early to school for the first time this week.
Being early didn�t save me from the Reasonable Requests.� I granted everything.� I turned this way, I turned that way, I bent over and spread wide, I jumped or shimmied, and I had hands all over me.� Groping my tits, squeezing my ass, rubbing my pussy.� By the time the warning bell rang, I was dripping wet.
I smiled at the hall mural of space pioneers as I stepped into class and took my seat at the front, having just made it in spite of being early to school.� I felt glad that there was no roundhouse poster of me, though of course there wouldn�t be.� All eyes were of course on me.� Botilda was grinning like a fiend, and Bret was smirking, but it seemed different than before, I guess because he�d given up the whole vengeance thing.
Ms. Dunlavy had me take the roll, and when she asked �Do you need relief,� I didn�t hesitate.
�Yes, and I�d like a volunteer.�
Several guys and two girls volunteered.� I considered Miyuki, who is a real cutie and is openly bi, but decided on Farjahd.� He�d done a good job with the titties yesterday, and Bret hadn�t volunteered.
�How do you want it?� Farjahd asked.
�As long as it leaves me my technical virginity,� and I made sure everybody could hear me, �do what you like.�
He grinned.� �For what I like, you need to stand up, turn around, and lean over Ms. Dunlavy�s desk.�
I blinked at him.� Did he want to spank me or something?� I remembered that this was supposed to be for MY relief, so I went ahead and did it, ready to object if he did anything that wasn�t clearly on the road to Mt. Climax.
I heard more than saw him kneel down next to me.� He parted my buns and blew softly on my pussy and asshole.� I felt him slide a finger into my cunny, and as wet as I was it slipped right in.� A couple of strokes, and he pulled it out, but then put it right back in, with another along for the ride.� No problem; Botilda has gotten both thumbs into me at times.� But then he took them back out, and when he returned them, only one went into the pussy; the other started up my ass.� I heard a couple of giggles from the class, and I recognized Botilda�s gasp.� I was ready to object, but then he started pumping those two wonderful fingers in out in out in out fast and hard.
I�d let Botilda stick a vibe up my ass once, and while it felt kind of nice, it was no substitute for vaginal action.� It had never occurred to us to do both holes at the same time.
It had sure occurred to Farjahd, and the boy knew what he was doing.� I came quick; only Monday, when I�d been hurting for an orgasm for hours, had I ever cum faster.� He didn�t even slow down; if anything he speeded up.� I came again, just before time was up.
As I staggered back to my chair, I saw Ms. Dunlavy hand Farjahd a wet-wipe, which he used to clean his fingers.� Well, I do tend to consider the back door �unclean,� as it were.� I�d never stuck a finger up Botilda�s butt, but I was sure going to now!� That double-hole action is a powerful O-maker.
I talked a bit with Bret, with Botilda, but mostly I worked on Tuesday�s journal.� There was so much that happened yesterday, and there wasn�t anything I felt I could leave out.� I didn�t do much else, and was starting to think that second Homeroom would be the same way.
Miyuki passed me a note, which is allowed in Homeroom.� It was written in pink ink with lots of hearts and curly-cues.� �I want some of what Jeness got.� How much is Reasonable?�
I winked at her, and mouthed the words �after class.�� She winked back.
You know, when I found out Sunday I was going to be in the Program, I thought a lot about guys touching on me.� I had hardly thought at all about girls, though I had seen girls touching Program girls before.� I guess I just assumed that boys would be horny for any nekkid chick around, while girls would be either uninterested in a girl, or at least would be more selective.
Then again, if I really am hot, then why wouldn�t Miyuki, out there bi girl, want to touch on me?� And considering what I�d done to poor Jeness, and what I�d let Cynthia do to me, there was no reason not to allow her as much as either of them.� Maybe Dad�s right, and I really am bi.
When class was over, Miyuki grabbed my hand before we were even out the door.� As soon as we were, she turned to me.� Her green eyes were sparkling, her pale skin was just a bit flushed, and she actually started hopping up and down, giggling.� I giggled too, and started hopping up and down with her.� I noticed her red pigtails bouncing a split second before I realized that my tits were bouncing the same way.� Well, so what?� I was going to be Requested to do it anyway.� It was kind of fun watching the boys heads nod up and down as they stared.
But then Miyuki stopped hopping, so I did too.� �How much can I do?� she asked.
A good question.� I had a good answer.� �As long as I�m not late to English,� I assured her, �we can do whatever you like.�
She hopped a couple more times, clapping her hands together.� What was she, six years old?
�Whoa!� I gasped, as she pulled off her T-shirt off and whipped off the bra.� Nope, she wasn�t six years old.� Her skirt was a long one, and as she practically threw it down to her ankles, I saw that she wasn�t wearing panties.� Except for her shoes, socks, cell, and the green ribbons that held her pigtails in place, she was as naked as I was.
I didn�t have much time to admire the view, though, because she threw her arms around me and fastened her mouth to mine.� She was wriggling like a snake, and her hands were rubbing up and down my back.� I was shocked by the fierceness of this all, but I quickly recovered and returned the kiss.� Miyuki Baker is one good kisser.
This was different than with Jeness, of course.� This time, the girl I was kissing was the one pushing things further.� She was the one to start sucking my tongue, to start grinding her hips against mine.� She was also the one to break the kiss, and to start sucking on my left nip.� She had to take a little step back for that, and her hand slipped between my legs.� I returned the favor, and heard a couple of male voices saying �yeah!�
This continued until the warning bell rang, and she gave me a little peck on the lips before getting dressed.
�Thanks,� she giggled, �I can�t WAIT to be in the Program!�
I felt an unRequested slap on the ass.� I whirled around to glare at whomever, but it turned out to be Botilda.
�See you at lunch, naked girl,� she waved as she headed off to her next class.
I had to hustle to get to English, and had to turn down the two Reasonable Requests I got along the way.� I got into class just in time.� Mr. Scott followed me with his eyes as I took my seat at the front.� Of course, all the teachers had been looking at the naked girl, but this was different.
When the class was full and the final bell rang, he addressed me directly.� �Anzu, I�d like you to take the roll, but I also have a Reasonable Request.�
I was taken aback by this.� Of course, teachers can make Reasonable Requests, and students can grant or refuse them.� This is different than when a teacher �makes use� of a Program kid, the way the Warlord did with me Monday.� In that case, the student is stuck.
I stood up, and turned to face the class.� They all looked very excited.� It occurred to me that I�d seen two different Program boys in English this year, but that I was the first girl.� Of course, he teaches six hours a day, so he�s surely had Program girls in class before.� I wondered if he made Reasonable Requests of all of them, or was I somehow special?
�What did you have in mind?� I asked him.
�Nothing so bad,� he assured me, �I just want to feel you up while you take roll.�
That didn�t sound so bad.� It�s just what every other boy was doing, except I wasn�t taking roll at the time.
�If I say no, will you make use of me?�
�No,� he smiled, �you can say yes or no as you like.� But I really do enjoy touching a lovely naked teenage girl.�
�Well how can I say no to that?� I chuckled, giving him the �come here� motion with my index finger.
It was an interesting experience: I would call one name, and Mr. Scott would rub a breast; I�d call another, and he�d squeeze my ass; by the time I was finished he was fingering me, real slow.
�Now,� he asked as he stepped away from me, �do you need relief?�
Oh he was slick!� Get me all worked up and then ask if I needed relief.� And just WHO did I think would volunteer if I said yes?� Then again, why not let him?� There was no reason being fingered by my English teacher should be any worse than being fingered by a classmate.
But then I thought of my schedule.� After English was Music, and after that was Biology.� The Warlord.
�I�m pretty worked up,� I admitted, �but I have reasons for wanting to wait until next hour.�
�Cool,� he said, and the class proceeded without further incident.� When class was over, I stood next to his desk.
�Offering another turn, Anzu?� he asked me.
�You wish,� I chuckled.� �Actually, I needed to tell you that I won�t have yesterday�s journal done until after second Homeroom.� There was a lot of stuff that happened yesterday.� I can drop it off just before I leave for spoccer practice.�
�I run a homeroom class myself,� he reminded me, �but as long as you get it to me before that class starts, then that�ll be fine.�
I told him that was good for me, and left the class.� Just before I got out the door, though, I turned around.
�I�d�ve let you relieve me,� I told him, �but if I did, I might need it again by fourth hour, and I have really good reasons for not wanting to take relief in fourth hour.� Just wanted to let you know it isn�t personal.�
�The Warlord?� he asked, and laughed when I looked surprised.� �Well it�s right there in your journal, and besides, everybody knows about him.� Now just move along, and don�t worry about John Carter of Mars.�
I nodded and stepped into the hall.� Neil Collins was there, rock-cock pointing the way.� I looked around for Jeness, but no, she wasn�t there.� Dan and Tina were, holding hands as always.� Neil walked right up to me.
�Got a Reasonable Request, Program girl.�
�Well let�s hear it, Program boy.� Maybe I�ve got one of my own.�
There were a few chuckles at that.
�I wonder,� he started, �if fucking is too much to ask?�
I try to stay cool, no matter what.� I really do.� But I face-faulted, and this wasn�t the first time this week.
�Um, yes,� I told him, �that�s a bit much.�
He nodded.� �So, what can I do?�
�How about,� I suggested, �a little mutual hand action?� Your hand my pussy, my hand your cock?�
�That sounds Reasonable,� he agreed, and again, I could hear the capital letter.
I wondered how to go about this.� When I�d pumped Bret two months ago and made him spurt (thus launching him on his Quest for Vengeance� until he decided never mind), I�d stood in front of him.� When Botilda and I jilled each other, we were usually facing each other, but sometimes we were lying next to each other.� So standing in front of Neil seemed like a good idea, for all that it might block some of the view.� I grabbed that big dick and started stroking, and he got right to work on me.� It felt real good, and it was really exciting to feel that cock in my hand.� When his breathing got heavy, I just felt kind of, I don�t know, powerful.� I�d felt the same way with Bret, for all that him coming was an accident.
I was breathing pretty heavy myself.� I could feel how wet I was, and I new that everybody was watching us, hoping we�d both cum.� I was sure wanting to, of course, but�
You know, when you�re kept naked and horny for hours on end, day after day, and you�re having more orgasms than ever before, and it�s all in front of, well, everybody� it starts to do funny things to a girl.� I actually considered dropping to my knees and sucking him, just because I knew my audience would like that.� The thought of him in my mouth, and me sucking, licking, doing all that stuff, was really turning me on.� Even the idea of him coming in my mouth was sexy, though usually I think it�s pretty gross when a girl does that.
And every guy there would wish he could be next.� That�s the thought that pushed me over the edge, and I came right there, in front of everybody.� I did start to drop to my knees, though it was from weakness.� At least, I think it was.� I was still jacking Neil, but was pretty slouched when he came, and his stuff hit me right in the navel.� I also got some on my hand.
I stood back up and let go, and Neil leaned against the wall.� There was a bit of clapping, and he told me, �Thanks, Anza.� Now I won�t have to ask for relief in the Warlord�s class.�
I didn�t know he had Biology third hour, but I felt kind of proud of myself, helping him out like that.� I told him, �You�re welcome, and thank you,� and headed for Music just as the warning bell rang.� I didn�t even correct his pronunciation of my name.� �Anza� indeed.
I wondered what to do about the cum on me.� I had my towel, of course, but if I used that it would be with me all day.� I could ask for a wet-wipe in Music, but it was starting to ooze into my pubic hair, and I was holding my hand in a funny way to keep from dripping on the floor.� I was glad to be on the Shot when I walked into Ms. Miller�s class, because it was now running into my slit, and while I know that the chances of getting pregnant from that are slim, they�re not zero.
I walked right up to Ms. Miller and asked, �Hey, can I have a wet wipe or something?� A Reasonable Request got a little� messy.�
Her eyes traced me over.� �And you just forgot that you�re carrying a towel?�
�I didn�t want to have to carry a sticky towel around all day.�
She rolled her eyes like she couldn�t believe such a stupid person was in her class.
�You do realize,� she said in that annoying tone teachers get sometimes, �that a soiled towel can be exchanged for a fresh one at the beginning or end of any class?�
I blinked at her.� No, I didn�t realize that.
�It should have been in the pamphlet,� she added.
I blinked some more.
�Use your towel,� she sighed, �and I�ll get you a wipe and a fresh towel.�
So I did, and she did, and I was pretty cleaned up by then.� She asked if I needed relief, smirking because she knew the answer.
�No, but thanks,� I chirped, letting her know I knew she knew, �a nice boy took care of that in the hall.�
�I think you�ll find that boys are VERY nice to you this week,� she chuckled, and I couldn�t help it, I chuckled too.� Ms. Miller isn�t really that bad, she just gets a bit condescending at times.� It never lasts for long.
OK, quick aside here.� Yes, it is in the pamphlet.� One sentence among many.� I missed it.� Poorly constructed paragraph.� If I�d written that, Mr. Scott would dock my grade for it.� So sue me.
As was the case in most classes, I was the star.� The Program kid always is.� I was asked to improvise something using several of the techniques I�d learned.
You can look up frame drums if you like.� They aren�t some 22nd Century invention, but were in fact used by ancient Persians, Hebrews, Egyptians, and so on.� Being so old, they have a lot of mystical and spiritual associations.� I like the frame drum because it is a simple instrument which gives a surprising range of sound and allows one person to play complex polyrhythms on a single drum.
I sat facing the class and placed the drum on my left knee.� I suddenly realized that this hid one breast from view, but it couldn�t be helped.� I placed my hands at the nine and twelve o�clock positions (and yes, I know why they�re called that, even though nobody uses analog clocks anymore) and prepared to play whatever came into my head.
I thumped it about halfway towards the center with my right thumb.� I made sure that my thumb bounced off of the drumhead, rather than damping the sound.� This is called �doum,� and that�s the sort of sound it makes: �DOOM.�� This stroke is traditionally associated with the second chakra, between navel and groin, with the color orange, and with the classical element of water.
Then I tapped it with my ring finger near the edge, again making sure my finger bounced.� This is called �tak� and makes a sharper, higher sound with a lot of resonance.� This is associated with the third chakra, at the solar plexus, the color yellow, and with the classical element of fire.� I followed this with another tak and a ka.
Ka is a stroke near the center made with four fingers of the right hand, and the fingers don�t bounce but rather stay in contact with the drumhead, damping out any resonance.� This is the elemental earth stroke, associated with the first chakra at the base of the spine and the color red.
I played that basic rhythm several times: doum-tak-tak-ka, doum-tak-tak-ka, doum-tak-tak-ka.� This is pretty basic, and so after three run-throughs I added a stroke where I brush my fingertips over the drumhead, and that makes exactly the sound you think it would.� This is associated with air, green, and the fourth chakra, the heart.� I also sped it up a bit: doum-taktak-ka, doum-taktak-ka, doum-taktak-ka-brushbrushbrush; doum-taktak-ka, doum-taktak-ka, doum-taktak-ka-brushbrushbrush.
After running through that seven times, I licked my right ring fingertip and ran it over the drumhead: mwaaaaaahhmmmm, mwaaaaaahhmmmm.� This isn�t traditionally associated with any element or chakra, but recently people have come to consider this stroke to represent �space� and the seventh chakra, at the top of the head, and with the color black, though traditionally the seventh chakra is associated with violet.
I added some complexity after that, and I won�t try to transcribe it.� I wanted to add some of the snap rolls, but I�m not very good at them.� Hey, I only started this year, and only have music twice a week.� I did rap on the side with my knuckles a few times, but the rest were all doum, tak, brush, and ka.� After two or three minutes, I decided to end with the space stroke, but instead of wetting my fingertip with my tongue, I dipped it between my legs.
THAT took everybody by surprise!� There were gasps, followed by laughter.� It worked, though.
Mmwwaaaaaahhmmm, mmwwwaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhmmm, mwaahhm, mmmwwaaaaaaahhhhhhhhmmmmm.
Then I stood up, took a bow, and returned to my seat.� I received a lot of applause, but I have to wonder how much of that was because of my playing and how much of it was because of the nudity and pussy-dipping.� The class proceeded normally from then.
I walked into the hall after class, and although I was asked to hop and several boys ran their hands over my curves, I was pretty cool.� Not that I wasn�t still embarrassed, of course.� You don�t go from �I wish I could crawl under the pressure shell and DIE!� to �meh, who cares?� in less than a week.� But it wasn�t like before.� I smiled, I winked at the boys who asked to grope a tit and took the liberty of teasing the nipple, and if a boy asked to touch my ass and let his hand �accidently� slip to the Jade Gateway, I just ginned and said something like �hey, I didn�t say you could have two-for-one!�
I was smiling and humming �You�re Sixteen (You�re Beautiful, and You�re Mine)� by Quinn the Pirate when I walked into Biology.� It�s a cover of a song from 2087, though I think some QtP fans don�t know that.
�You seem pretty cheerful.�
The Warlord.� I stopped humming.
�Well, it�s been a good day.�� So far, I was thinking.� Oh why did I have to do something to draw his attention?
�A good day.�� The way he was glaring at me made me wonder what I had done wrong.� �Well we all want good days, don�t we?�
�I� I guess, um� I guess so.�� Damn but Mr. Carter can be intimidating!
�You know that was my favorite song back in the Eighties,� he went on.� �Bet you didn�t know that.�
�Yes, sir,� I said, just as respectful as I could.� Maybe if I knew about a song he liked at my age, he�d feel a connection and I�d be safe.� �It was Starr Burnett.� Spent seven weeks at number one.� A good song, then and now.�
He scowled at me, and I knew I�d miscalculated something.� I don�t know what, but it was the wrong thing to say.
�If you�re so smart, then why are� never mind.� Sit down.�
I sat down, wondering what I�d done now.� Once everybody was in place, the Warlord gave me another icy glare.� I felt nakeder than I had all day.
�Do you need relief, Miss James?�
I swear there was liquid nitrogen in his voice.� And what was with that �Miss James� business?� He never called me anything other than Anzu.
�No, sir,� I assured him.� If I had been feeling horny, I wasn�t now.
�Well, as long as you think you can control yourself,� he sneered, �let�s get to work.�� He turned to the rest of the class.� �You�ll remember we were in the middle of Chapter Nine��
He ignored me for the rest of the class, and I was glad of it.� Really, Mr. Carter isn�t the nicest of teachers most of the time, but he usually isn�t vicious or scary.� This week he was both.
Lunch time!� I was out of Biology so fast, I was afraid he�d use it as an excuse to creep me out some more.� But he didn�t, and I made my way to lunch.� The few Reasonable Requests I got were pretty simple, and I was happy to grant them.� It actually cheered me up, as weird as that sounds.
Botilda spotted me as soon as I got to the cafeteria, and waved me over.� Bret was there with her.
�Hey �Tilda.� Hey Bret.�
�Hey Anzu,� Bret greeted me, all nice and sweet.
Botilda winked at me.� �So how�s the naked girl doing?�
�Not bad,� I informed them, �except for the Warlord creeping me out.� It�s like I�ve insulted his mother or something.� I just don�t get him.�
�That old guy�s been against the Program from the start,� Bret snorted.� �Back when it was being debated, he wrote at least one letter to the Island News every week, all about how it was a bad idea.�
Botilda and I both just looked at him.
�What?� Hey, I followed all the Program news!� If I was gonna be running around with my dork hanging out, I wanted to know all about why.�
�And what a nice dork it was,� I quipped.
�Anzu!� Botilda was trying to look harsh, but she couldn�t hide the grin.
�You mean what a nice dork it IS,� Bret corrected.� �It�s still here, you know.�
�I�d tell you to prove it,� I grinned, �if you weren�t out of the Program.�
�Miyuki isn�t in the Program,� Botilda pointed out, �and she showed what she�s got.�
This was true.� A non-Program kid could get naked as part of a Reasonable Request, if the Program kid so Requested agreed.� It wasn�t very common, but the rules allowed it.
�Well,� I suggested as I picked out the vegetable stir-fry and a set of chicken tenders, �if Bret wants to make a Reasonable Request that requires him getting naked with me,� and I made sure to look him right in the eyes, �I�d grant it.� Maybe Homeroom?�
Bret�s eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning.� He asked the obvious question: �How far can I go?�
�Anything short of actual fucking I�m willing to go along with,� I said all casual as I cued up a couple of rolls and some grape juice.
�Can I lick you?�
�You may.�
�How about your mouth on me?�
I hesitated.� With the other kids watching�
�I�ve never done that before,� I admitted, �but if you don�t mind an inexperienced girl, I�m willing to give it a try.� But in private, not in front of everybody.�
�Just don�t bite,� he told me, �and you�ll be fine.�
We just ate and said a very few words after that, but his eyes were all over me.� I wondered if he was hard already.� I�d be finding out soon enough.
Just as we started off for Homeroom, Botilda asked me, �Hey, you wanna come over for dinner?� We�re having that beer-battered orange fish you like so much.�
I did indeed love it.� Sara Hu knew her way around a fish, and she usually had me in mind when she broke out the fillets, mandarin oranges and chili paste.
�You�re on,� I told her, �I just gotta let my folks�� Vishnu!�
I tapped my cell.� I was supposed to let Mom and Dad know if I wanted pumpkin soup with dinner.� And I was supposed to be calling NOW.
A minute and a half on the cell and everything was worked out.� I didn�t even have to stop walking.� As long as I got home by eight, they were fine with it.� It was pretty standard that Botilda and I would have dinner at each other�s place a couple of times a week.
The three of us got to Homeroom, but before we went in Bret turned to me.
�I was wondering if a guy could get in a Reasonable Request,� he started, already undoing his pants.
�Absolutely,� I assured him as I unbuttoned his shirt.� There were a few gasps and a few giggles, because everybody could see where this was going.� Well, some of them probably thought it was going further than it really was, but oh well.� I was having second thoughts, but then, the Program is all about expanding our horizons.� Not that we have horizons here, but� later with that.
Soon he was as naked as I was, and sure enough, he looked just as good as he did back in his Program week.� He put his arms around me and whispered, �I want everything Miyuki got.� Or Cynthia.� Or even Jeness.�
How did he know about Cynthia?� But if he wanted what Miyuki and Jeness got, that meant a kiss.� I made the first move there, but he seemed happy to oblige.
You know what?� This was the first time I�d kissed a boy this whole week.� I�d kissed three girls: Botilda, Jeness, and Miyuki.� But no boys.� Well it was time to change that, and I think Bret was surprised by how fiercely I kissed him.� But hell, I�d been wanting to all year.� When he went into his avenger crap I got distracted by that hottie Kevin, but Bret was pretty hot himself.
His tongue was in my mouth, his hands were on my ass, his cock was rubbing up against me, and my nips were feeling the little bit of hair he�d grown on his chest.� That wasn�t the only place he had hair.� I suddenly had the thought that, if each of us moved about ten centimetres, he�d slip right inside me.
I tell you the truth: I was tempted to move those ten centimetres.� I�d been thinking for a while that I wanted to do the deed, go all the way, bust my cherry, slide into home, and whatever other euphemisms for first-time intercourse you care to think of.� I wanted to make out, and make love, and not always have to remind myself, �except for that.�
But now Bret wasn�t kissing me on the mouth.� Now he was kissing his way down my chest, and then he was licking a nipple.� I do love getting my nips licked, but more than that I like�
�Ah, yeah,� I moaned as he started sucking.� I moaned again as he slipped a finger into my pussy.� I was stroking his tool, but it seemed I should do more than that.� Wouldn�t he be surprised if I went to my knees and blew him right here!
But I wasn�t up to public blow jobs, at least not yet.� Probably never will be, and I�m glad I�m not being judged on that.� His lips were back up to my ear.� �Lay down, open up, and I�ll make you very happy.�
For a second I thought he was offering to fuck me.� I was already getting into position when I realized he intended to eat pussy.� Why did I lie down before I knew that for sure?� But I didn�t have much time to think about it, because he started licking me right where I needed it.
�Hey, he�s good!�
It was Botilda�s voice, and I glared at her for a moment, but she was licking her own lips.� The ones on her face, I mean.� She�s limber, but not that limber.� She was also staring right at my crotch.� Well, it isn�t like she hasn�t seen it before.
It occurred to me that some of the other people watching hadn�t seen it, but then I realized that they had, but not like this, but kind of like�
I gave it up and closed my eyes.� I was almost there, and Bret knew it.� He was very, very good at this, and he was using all his skills on me, bringing me up and then letting me come down a tiny bit.� OK, so the boy was showing off.� I didn�t mind, believe me I didn�t.� There was a ringing in my ears.
And then he stopped!
�Warning bell,� I could just hear him saying, as the ringing in my ears stopped.� I realized it wasn�t my ears that had been ringing after all.� It was the warning bell.
�But, but, but, but, but��
�You sound like an old-fashioned motor boat,� he chuckled.� �Just ask for relief, and I�ll finish you off.�
And with that, he turned and walked into Homeroom.� I staggered in myself, just a second before the final bell.
Ms. Dunlavy took one look at me and declared, �I don�t need to ask if you need relief.� That much is obvious.� Do you want a volunteer?�
I was still a little fuzz-brained, but as I saw Bret sitting there with that self-satisfied smirk on his face, I made a decision.
�No, but thanks.� I can do it myself.�
Bret�s turn to face-fault.� Well, it served him right, bringing me to the edge and then stopping, just so he could finish in class.� I was going to blow him later anyway.
I closed my eyes, and what with being taken RIGHT THERE, it didn�t take my fingers long to finish the job.� I do this quite a bit at home, so it wasn�t like I had to learn some new skill.� It�s really a lot like playing the frame drum: to get the best results, you have to know a variety of strokes, and even though everything�s close together, it makes a difference where you thump the �instrument,� and when.
Doum tak-tak ka, brushbrushbrush.� Mmmmmwwwaaahhhmmmm.� AH! AH! AH!!
And like that, I was finished dong the one thing I was sure, back on Monday, that I would never ever do: I�d just jilled myself in class, with everybody watching.� I was embarrassed but proud, and my face was burning so hot I just knew it was showing, dark skin and all.� Talk about overcoming inhibitions!� I felt like I could do anything, now.
I called the roll, and finished writing about Tuesday in this journal.� I didn�t do a lot of visiting because of that, but I did overhear Bret and Devon talking, and then it was Devon and Botilda, and then Bret and Botilda.� I didn�t catch most of it, because I was trying to ignore them and get some work done, but my name came up several times.� It was distracting as hell, and it didn�t help when Rashida joined in.� She used my name quite a bit, and with her distinct way of talking, it was even more attention-grabbing than usual.
Rashida, despite her African name and dark skin (she�s darker than I am), is not an Afrin, but instead is Melanesian.� Her grandparents, both sets, left Vanuatu when they were seventeen, and were among the first residents of Mendocino.� I�ve met her maternal grandmother, and she�s a lovely old lady, with her dark skin and naturally blonde hair.� Rashida had inherited both, and besides Botilda, has to be the prettiest girl in my Homeroom.� Maybe the school.
As far as I know, Melanesians are the only people in the Solar System to combine naturally dark skin and naturally blonde hair.� I mean, yes, sometimes somebody with a complicated ethnic history (like Cynthia or, ahem, me) will combine features like that, but Melanesians were popping up black blondes before the Age of Exploration.� And I have to say, it really looks good on her.
Despite the distracting sound of �Anzu� popping up every few minutes, I finally finished the journal entries for Tuesday.� I ran a spell check and saved it to my cell, making sure it shut down properly before taking off my eyetap.
�OK you threeeee���
Beauty overload!� I went straight from looking at plain text to staring directly into the faces of a very handsome boy and the two loveliest girls in school.� My voice cracked, broke, and fell silent while I forgot everything and just sat there, stunned.
Again, it was the sound of my own name that got through to me.
�Space Command to Anzu James,� Bret was saying when I snapped out of it.
�Glad you now my name,� I remarked, adding, �In fact, you three seem to have known it all class long.� What gives?�
�It�s about the Program,� Botilda said, grinning like an idiot.� �You�re just gonna love it.�
�Of course it�s about the Program,� I half-snarled back, �isn�t everything this week?� Geez, you�d think I�d never had anything else interesting happen to me.�
I took a deep breath before speaking again.
�OK, sorry to be a bitch.� What�s the good news: some special outreach thing?� Whatever it is, is it required?�
�Not required,� Bret assured me, his eyes taking me in� again.� �But I�m sure hoping you�ll take full advantage of it.�
�Take full advantage of what?�� This was getting annoying.
Botilda started.� �Well, there�s a new�� Rashida, you tell her.� You told us.�
�Well actually,� she started, �I, well, like, I told Bret, and then Bret, you know, Bret told Devon, and then, I mean, Devon, she like, told you, right, and then��
�And then somebody better tell me,� I barked, �because the bitch is on her way back.�
�Yeeg, OK,� Rashida sighed.� �OK, look, like, as you know, during your Program week you�re allowed, I mean, you know, required, really, to run around, as it were, totally naked all the time.� So, like, really, after your week is over, and, yeah, like that, well you know, then you�re allowed to, no, wait, I mean required, again required, to ahm, ah, yes, to wear clothes again.�
Yes, she really does talk like that, God help her.� God help me.� She only does it when she�s really nervous, though.� The rest of the time she sounds like she�s got half a brain.� And she does.� More than half; she�s got the second-best GPA in Ms. Dunlavy�s Homeroom (Devon has the best).
�So, like, you have to, yeah.� You have to be naked, and then you can�t be naked, right?� But now, you know, or I guess you don�t know, but now the ahm, that is, the Island Council, right, has passed a new regulation, such that, ah, such that now, any kid who�s been, like, through it, can now, I mean, any kid who�s been through the, you know, the Program, now she doesn�t, you know?�
Don�t smack her, don�t smack her, don�t smack her�
�Gee thanks,� said Bret, �now I�m not sure I understand it anymore.�
Rashida whipped her head around, blonde hair flying.� She looked almost like she was going to cry.� What the hell was she so nervous about?
�Look, Anzu,� Bret put in, �what the new regulation does is, it says that any Program kid, or former Program kid, is now exempt from the indecent exposure laws.� So while Botilda or Rashida couldn�t get away with strolling nude along the beach (damn it), you could, and I could, and Tina could, and� well you get the idea.�
I felt cold again, and it wasn�t because I wasn�t wearing anything warm.� I blinked at him, then at Botilda, and then at Rashida.
�I, like, will next, I mean, after next week, that is, as you know, I�ll be able to, but, I mean, I won�t, except next week, I mean, right?�
�We�re� we�re�� I steadied myself.� �We�re ALLOWED to run around naked after our Program week is over, not REQUIRED to, right?�
Bret nodded.� �Allowed, not required.� You can wear clothes the rest of your life, if you like.� Well, after this week you can.� I�ve been following this in the Council meetings.� I knew it was up for a vote today, but I expected it to be filibustered.� I had no idea it would pass so soon.�
�But why?� I asked.
�The argument was that��
�Whoa, wait, Rashida,� I interrupted, �What do you mean, next week?�
�I�m going, that is, I�m like��
She stopped, scrunched her eyes shut, and clenched her fists.� She sucked in several deep breaths, and then she looked me in the eye.� �I�m going to be in the Program next week.�
I blinked at her.� �How could you know that, Rashida?� I asked.� �How could you possibly know that?� The student is chosen randomly.� The student is chosen randomly on Sunday.� It hasn�t even happened yet.� Even Takahashi has no idea who it�s going to be.�
Again, she looked almost like she was going to cry.� �I don�t know.� I know.� I don�t know how.� But I know.�
I gave my head a shake.� �Rashida, you are a very smart girl.� And you are beautiful.� You�re the only person who�s ever made me wonder what I�d look like blonde.� But sometimes, I just don�t get you.�
She sniffed, and bowed her head.� I really couldn�t be bitchy to her, even if she is the weirdest person I know.
�Hey,� I told her, giving her a little hug, �when you do wind up in the Program, next week or next year, I�m here for you.� After all, I�ll have been through it already.� I mean, like, you know, right?�
Rashida giggled a bit, because she knows she sounds goofy when she does that.� I know it seems I was making fun of her, but she does too.� She�s joked that she�s trying to single-handedly revive the stereotype of the dumb blonde (which she wouldn�t even know about if not for Botilda, me, and our old movie addiction.� In fact, she was going to Holly-Kon for the first time this year).
I turned to Bret.� �Sorry to cut you off like that; I just had to check on Nostradamus, here,� and I jerked my thumb at Rashida, who wrinkled her nose at me.
Bret continued with his explanation.
�The argument was that it makes little sense to have a teenager forced into public nudity for a week, and then tell that same teenager she has to go back to her repressed, inhibited, clothing-mandatory world.� After all, if the whole point of the Program is to prepare you for a less-inhibited world, you should have a less-inhibited world to live in.� And it�s just Program kids; if you haven�t been in it, keep your clothes on.�
Well, this was a chromatically-differentiated equine, as my uncle liked to say.� Why he liked to say it I have no idea.� For that matter, who cares what color a horse is?� But anyway, this did make things different.� I�d been thinking that the Program took rights away from me, for all that it was supposed to be for my own good.� Only for a week, sure, but for a week I didn�t have the right to dress.
But then, I�d never had the right not to, so it wasn�t that I was losing or gaining rights, just switching them: before Program, no right to be naked.� During program, no right to be dressed.� But now, there was another element: after Program, right to be naked AND right to be dressed.� It didn�t make the Program any less of an ordeal, but it did make it more of a rite of passage, like getting a pilot�s license or even like turning eighteen.� Monday, I would have choices I didn�t before, choices even my parents didn�t have.
Would I actually do it?� Would I invoke my right to public nudity?� Probably not.� I mean, it was pretty embarrassing.� But if I could find a group of other Program �graduates� going nude at the beach, I might try a little skinny-dipping, even after my week was over.� Strolling through downtown Mendocino stark staring buck-ass nude?� I didn�t think so, but it was cool to think that I could.� That I could, but didn�t have to.
I didn�t have a lot more time to think of it just then, though, because Homeroom was over, and I had to get to Pre-Calc.� I gave Rashida another quick hug, and left the room.
No sooner did I get into the hall than I saw Jeness.� Oh no, I thought.� She wasn�t even supposed to be here; her next class was on the other side of the building, and her after-lunch Homeroom was in another building.� So why was she here?� No good reason, I was sure.
I got a few Reasonable Requests, nothing fancy.� Jeness watched each one, and never said a word.� She would blush and look away when she saw me looking at her.
OK, I take it back; Rashida is not the weirdest person I know.� Jeness is.
I walked into Pre-Calc in plenty of time, and Jeness apparently left for her own next class.� The whole thing was getting to me.
�Anzu,� Ms. Ou Yang asked, �do you need relief?�
�Nope, I�m fine.� Maybe tomorrow.�
�Very well, then.� Please solve the problem on the board.�
This one was a little tougher than yesterday.� It was more the sort of thing we were doing now, instead of the months old problems she�d had me work before.� I guess my grace period was over.
I made one small mistake.� She didn�t tell me what it was, just that I�d made one.� It took me a bit past a minute to go over it and see what I�d done wrong, fix it, and be done with that.� The rest of the class was uneventful.
In the hall, Jeness was there again.� She walked up to me, shuffling her feet.
�Hi, Anzu.�� She was using that child-like voice again.
�Hi, Jeness.�� I hope it sounded friendly.� I just didn�t know what to make of this.
�Do you think that, um�� she blushed, �Do you think I could sit with you tomorrow at lunch?�
Oh great, just what I needed.
�I didn�t know we had lunch the same time,� I delayed.
�Oh yeah,� she mumbled.� �I checked.� I� I hope you don�t mind!�
�Jeness,� I started, trying real hard to keep the annoyance out of my voice, �Jeness, why do you want to do that?�
�Well, I thought�� and here she sniffed, looking down at the floor, �I thoughttatsinfwe��
�Jeness, please, I can�t understand you.�
She looked up at me, still not quite meeting my eye.� �I thought that since we�re not enemies any more, it would be OK.� It�s OK though.� You don�t have to, really.� Never mind.�
She was blushing bright red as she turned to shuffle off.
�Hey wait,� I told her, �OK, look, I�ll be having lunch with Botilda, and maybe with Bret.� If they say it�s OK, then it�s OK with me.�
Her face lit up like a damned solar mirror.� �Thank you, Anzu!� Thank you!�
And with that she ran away like the devil himself was after her.� Was she afraid I was going to forcibly rape her if she didn�t start being nice?
It took me a while to notice the Reasonable Requests I was getting.� I granted them as I made my way to History.� Walk in, do I need relief, no, turn in journal for yesterday, uneventful class, off to spoccer.
Which is good, because again, I�m writing a long chapter.
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