Naked in School-Kevin and Denise
I was dreaming, I thought, I must be dreaming. This has to be a dream. I’m in a large, fog-filled room and girls, tall girls, short girls, fat girls, thin girls, cute girls, ugly girls, are circling around me, moving in and out of the fog, getting really close and when I turn to look at them, drift away. When I try to move toward a girl, she smiles, giggles, glides away, and disappears into the mists. Now I’m beginning to feel ghostly hands tugging at my groin; I look down and see that I’m naked and as the girls move around me, they reach out and take hold of my cock and start pulling on it.
Suddenly I’m fully awake and in pain! I’ve got a huge erection and my cock is stuck, the leg of my tights is keeping it in a very painful position. I’m sweating and clammy, and a bit dizzy from the pain, as I pull the tights away, releasing my turgid member and the pain slowly faded.
Huh. What was that dream about, anyway? I won’t need to be naked in school, so it’s probably not that worry that’s bothering my subconscious. Maybe I’m worried that the sight of naked girls will cause me problems, but the girls in my dream weren’t naked—or were they? The images of the dream were drifting away and as I lay there, I realized that couldn’t recall anything specific anymore.
Oh, well, now I’m wide awake and feel all sticky. Let’s see—god, it’s 6:19 am! I’m not going back to sleep, but now I’m kinda keyed up. Oh yeah—I’ll go for a run! I really need the exercise and maybe it’ll clear my head a bit. I’ll do a shower when I get back. I remembered seeing a park about a mile away, and Aunt Helene said it had nice trails that she used to walk on before her hips gave out. I’ll check that out.
I left the house and jogged to the park and yes, the trails were great. It was very scenic and quiet and I spent about an hour running. On the way home, I passed a group of cyclists heading toward the park and noticed their tights. Oh, wow, that’s it! Cycling tights. They’ll be perfect for wearing next week in school, with the crotch padding. I decided to find a sports store and pick up a few pair.
That dream was still bothering me and it continued to bother me all day.
After I got home and showered and breakfasted, I did some schoolwork; then when the stores opened I headed out to run some errands. After I got home I noticed that John had sent me the details on the new doctors’ section of the site and instructions for secure access to post submissions. I used that material to put together a set of instructions for Dr Worthington. Then about midday I got a frantic call from Denise.
“Kevin, can you help me? My mom fainted a little while ago. She’s awake now but can’t drive and I’m insisting that she go to the emergency room, but she can’t reach any of her friends to drive. Could you, please?”
I rushed right over. Denise’s mom was a pleasant lady in her early 40s, I think. Her name was Kasey Roberts. She looked a little pale but she said she felt fine now. Denise was still insisting that she get checked out, so I drove them to the hospital. We waited in the ER for a few hours and just chatted. I learned that Mrs Roberts worked in the office of a large furniture manufacturer in the area. Finally she got taken and Denise went with her. About an hour later Denise came out.
“Kevin, they think that it’s possible that Mom had a TIA, like a little stroke, and want to do tests and keep her overnight. I’m scared! Mom’s agreed to stay, but that means I’d have to stay home alone and I don’t want to be in that house all by myself. I’m afraid I’ll be reminded about the assault. Do you have any room for me to stay with you? I’m not imposing, am I? I could try some of the girls I know but I’m not that friendly with any of them.”
“Sure, we have room. You can use my bedroom and we’ve got a spare bed in the den I could use, no problem at all.”
“I don’t want to kick you out of your room, Kevin; I can sleep in the den.”
“Look, let’s just go and work that out later, ok? We’ll go to your house and you can make an overnight bag; just pack stuff for tomorrow, too.”
She agreed and we picked up her stuff. When we got home, she called the hospital, got her mom’s room, and spoke to her. Mrs Roberts was doing ok and Denise told her that she was staying with me.
For dinner, I had planned to take Aunt Helene out, so we made it a threesome and enjoyed a nice dinner together. After dinner, Denise got a call from Sarah Parr. Sarah had seen a submission on the “first person” section of the site and thought Denise would be interested in it. We went to the site and looked through the stories and found it. It was from a girl in a small high school that had been running the Program for a year. She was a sophomore. Her story was brief but disturbing.
My name is Sandra and I was a sophomore when I got picked in November of last year. I was supposed to be exempt but they made participating mandatory. My exemption was because I’m very allergic to the birth-control anti-STD shot. I can’t take the shot at all, and my mother and grandmother both had breast cancer so my doctor won’t let me take the pill either. In my school there’s a gang of boys that have a motto that no girl is allowed to finish her Program week as a virgin and the school’s pretty lax in controlling unwanted sexual contact. The local sheriff’s son is in that gang and the sheriff’s department ignores claims of attempted or actual rape in the high school because of the Program.
I didn’t know how I could protect myself from being assaulted. I tried to stay with large groups of girls, but then on the Thursday of my Program week, a few boys caught me in the boys’ locker room after I showered and they restrained the guy who was trying to watch out for me. They pushed me onto the floor and were rubbing me all over, trying to stick their fingers into my pussy and trying to get me to suck their cocks. I was screaming that I was a virgin and had no protection.
It helped a little bit that I’m pretty strong and was doing a good job fighting them off; I even bit two of them, but then a guy tried to get on top of me to fuck me. I kept kicking him; he got his cock right at my vagina’s opening when I bit his shoulder. He jerked back but he must have shot some of his cum right into my vagina. I actually kept my virginity because no cock went into my pussy, but I became pregnant anyway!
Fortunately I was able to end the pregnancy and my family has been involved for the last year in a lawsuit against the school district. At least I had some good witnesses; two of the coaches came in right at the end of the assault and saw all the bites and scratches I had done to the boys so they knew that I was being forced. I hope they’ll get that dumb exemption rule changed!
I looked at Denise in concern. “Why the heck would Sarah have thought that you’d be interested in a rape scene? That story bothered me; it must have really scared you!”
“She and I were talking about having to shower in the boys’ room and we weren’t sure just how risky it could be. I told her that I’d never trust a bunch of naked boys being around me ever and she told me that it would be safe in school. I didn’t agree. I guess she sent that to me to say that I was right.”
“Funny way to apologize—to scare the hell out of you. How did that make you feel about doing the Program starting tomorrow?”
“Really, no different. As long as I have my studly hero nearby.”
“So how are your therapist sessions going? Bob said that they were very stressful and hard to do, was he right?
“Well, so far they’ve been ok. The first one was just me telling her about what happened and she told me to not go into any detail. Then she told me the overall plan for our next bunch of sessions. You know, I’m gonna get homework from her, too?”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, she said it’s practice. Oh, yeah, my last session was on breathing techniques. I have to practice these breathing exercises.”
“Oh, right. We learned breathing as part of our courses in martial arts. With meditation. Hey, I mentioned trying to teach you that. How about trying to do a little now? You can show me what you learned about breathing.”
She showed me the techniques that she learned and I spent some time showing how those exercises worked when learning meditation techniques. After a while, Denise was looking very calm and relaxed.
“So how do you feel now? Can you feel like you can touch those parts of your body with your mind, just by thinking? Sensing each muscle, sending it signals to relax and just let the energy flow?”
“Kinda. I can’t feel energy, but I can see how I can sense some muscles in my arms and legs.”
I tried to remember my first sessions. That seemed so long ago. “Yeah, I think that’s how I started too. Feeling my larger muscles. As you practice, you get better at it.”
After a while we stopped; we had done a lot for a first time. Denise looked like she wanted to say something; it seemed she was wrestling with her thoughts.
“You ok?” I asked.
“Yeah. Thinking.”
“About tomorrow?”
“No, actually. Something else. This is hard. I feel, I don’t know, confused? Lost? Like... yeah, like I’m kind of adrift, somehow. After that breathing and meditation stuff. It’s hard talking about it.
“Well, if it bothers you...”
“No, not bothers. Kevin, I’ve only known you for a week but it seems like I’ve known you all my life. There’s something about you... us... that makes me feel secure. That nothing bad is going to happen. I’ve never felt that way... uhh, I mean, after my assaults, you know? My first therapist said that to begin recovery, I’d need to learn to open myself to people, to share my feelings and explain what hurts inside and I could never do that.
“Then with my new therapy, what she told me we’d be doing, I thought it sounded scary but doing it actually felt ‘right’ to me, you know, inside me? Oh, I feel so weird now. Kevin, could I ask you a favor? Could you just sit with me here and just hold me? I don’t want to seem forward and I certainly don’t mean, like, you know, romantically, if you don’t want. I just think I need to be held.”
She said that with the innocence of a little girl, like maybe an eight-year-old, looking for comfort from a scare. I could sense that this was a very fragile moment for her, she was incredibly vulnerable and I needed to be very careful. Man, I’m no shrink! What do I do? I decided to just go with my instincts and sat next to her, wrapping her in my arms.
“Denise, I told you when we first met that I would support you and that I was a good listener too, so just tell me what you need and I’ll try for you. You know, this is really strange, but even if we wanted to be romantic, that would cause some definite problems.”
She giggled. “This feels so nice, please just hold me.”
Then she began talking softly to me, telling me how difficult it was for her after her assault, how she became distant from her friends and didn’t know why that was happening, how she just went through her days mostly mechanically, and how her mother had gotten so concerned about her lack of interest in all the things she used to enjoy. I just listened and murmured acknowledgment from time to time and asked only a few questions. She was silent for long periods, then for one period she began sobbing, so I just tightened my embrace and whispered reassuring words.
She began speaking again, this time to tell me what she hoped for her future and how she wanted to go into medicine, hopefully as a doctor or even do medical research. I knew from her school program that she was extremely bright and we both had AP-physics and AP-chemistry next year.
As I embraced her, I was resting my head on the back of her neck; the scent of her hair was like wildflowers. Then she turned her head and we were face to face, looking into each other’s eyes. Without a word between us, we moved our heads toward each other and our lips met.
It wasn’t a long kiss, nor was it very passionate—no tongue. It was a kiss of deep connection, commitment, reassurance, and trust. When we broke the kiss, we continued to stare into each other’s eyes and suddenly Denise blushed deeply and looked away.
“Oh, Kevin, I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me! I’m so forward. Please don’t think that I’m chasing you because you have all that...”
“Shhhhh,” I said, putting a finger on her lips. “I know you’re not vamping me to get my money; I could see how you felt about me before you found out. You know the feelings I have for you, don’t you?”
“Uh, well, yeah, but I felt that was because you felt sorry for me because of the attack...”
“Well, stop thinking that! I meant what I told you. I think that how we’ve been over the last week should show you that you mean much more to me than a charity case. I’d love to show you just how much I feel for you, but you know the result would be a plain disaster now, right?”
“Oh yes. But something’s really happened to me with you. I feel so safe and protected. It’s nothing like before. Maybe we’ll both get our heads and other body parts fixed so we can be normal teens. I hope.”
“Ditto. Hey, it’s getting late and we still need to get ready for tomorrow.”
The two of us checked to be sure that we had all of our assignments ready, prepared our backpacks for the day and then made our lunches. We were ready for bed. Then I had a thought.
“Denise, we’re gonna have to explain our state of dress to all kinds of people tomorrow. Why don’t I write up a brief handout to give to people when they ask about us?”
“Good thought. Can you come to the den to help me with that bed?”
“No way. You’re sleeping here, even if I have to grab you and tie you up. There’s much more privacy and the bathroom’s closer too. And I mean it. You’re sleeping here. No, don’t argue! I even changed the sheets for you!”
“All right. Thanks. You’d really tie me up? Ooooo, freaky.” she giggled.
I left her alone and went to make up my bed and do my bathroom routine. As I climbed into my bed, I heard Denise whisper “Goodnight” and the hall light went out. Soon we were asleep.
Copyright © 2015 Seems Ndenyal. All Rights Reserved.