Naked in School-Kevin and Denise
I felt better when I woke, but then remembered what challenges the day will hold. First, Tuesday was to be the first touching-allowed day, but limited to contact above the waist. Actually this was a sexist limitation because a girl’s breasts are far more a sexual organ than is the male chest. But the idea was to be able to ease the naked students into experiencing contact slowly, so some sort of starting point needed to be established.
When I hopped out of bed, a sharp tug at my cock reminded me that I was still harnessed to that therapy device and had to get unhooked. Doing that kept my attention for the next few minutes while I got disconnected and got the data file sent off by email.
Then my thoughts returned to school and of our biology class, and how Program participants had been treated in Biology both at this school last year and also in other schools. And today was health class, another unknown for Program students being used for demonstrations. And, oh yeah, how would the Program officials react to how Denise and I were participating? Would they show up, and what, if anything, would they be able to do about it?
Now I didn’t feel so great, after all.
I made sure I had my voice recorder and camera in my backpack and packed a change of other clothes and an extra pair of cycling tights. After a light breakfast with Aunt Helene, who was very reassuring when I voiced my worries to her, I left to pick up Denise.
She still looked at little haggard from her multiple therapy sessions yesterday.
“Ahhhh,” she sighed as she got into the car, “I had a rough night. Bad dreams.”
“Maybe it’s your subconscious, trying to flush out all those poisonous memories.”
“Yeah, well, I sure feel flushed this morning. Like down the toilet.”
“Sorry. Wish I could make you think happy thoughts. I felt good this morning until I began to think about what the day’ll bring. Oh yeah, you ready to undress at the morning’s grand unveiling?”
“Yep. Got a modest suit on again under these clothes. God, I feel so torn between being glad I don’t have to get naked and feeling bad because I’m not going to!”
“I have exactly the same feelings. Say, I thought of this yesterday. We don’t have to take our clothes off at the school’s door; let’s do it and leave them in the car. Then we can just waltz into the school and skip all the stripping stuff at the door.”
“Oh, that’s smart! I like it. But shouldn’t we be with the others to give them our support? If we ignore them, aren’t we letting them down?”
“Denise, you’re totally right. I’m such an ass. You can see how my lack of social contact while growing up has made me very self-centered.”
“Hey, now I get to turn the tables; now it’s my chance to reassure you. The way you’ve come riding to the rescue of everyone last week shows that you’re not at all self-centered... well, maybe a little. You take on this ‘little ol’ shy me’ attitude a lot of the time, but suddenly you erupt into this self-protection-be-damned mode and all hell breaks out. Just like a super-hero shedding his secret identity and ripping into the villains. You’re absolutely sure you’re not a super-hero?” she giggled.
“Yeah. Maybe I’m like the Hulk. He did as much damage as he did good, right? That’s me. Lash out first and then try to pick up the pieces.”
We had arrived and parked at the school. Denise began to remove her top; then she slipped off her shorts. I got out of the car and took off my clothes and then locked the clothes in the trunk. Then we walked toward the knot of kids near the main door. When we got close, we saw that Jane Wollens and Jimmy Standish were there already and fearfully looking at the kids surrounding them chanting, “Strip, strip.” I pushed my way through the kids. Then Andrew Raden and Sarah Parr arrived from the other direction.
I called out, “Hey, everyone. Give ‘em a break. Think of how they feel—how’d you like it if that were you? It will be, maybe even next week, ok? Cool it now!”
Andrew spoke to Jane, “Sweetie, are you ok?” She was shaking and supporting herself on Jimmy’s arm.
“I’m scared! I can’t do this!” she moaned.
“How about if you help Jimmy undress? Then he can do you. Just think about that and don’t watch anyone else. Bet you’ve never undressed a boy before, right? We’ll protect you, right, Kevin?”
She gave him a weak smile. “Oh... ok, I guess.”
Then the last of our group, Barbara Mendes and Nelson Ryder, slid through the crowd and joined us.
Barbara looked at Denise and me. “Well, looks like two of us are ready. Look, Nelson, Jane’s undressing Jimmy. Why don’t we do that too?”
So all the girls wound up undressing their partners and then they switched around. That was so sexy, watching them undressing each other. And the guys’ cocks were all at full attention. Sarah looked at Andrew’s hard cock and then grabbed it and began stroking it.
He groaned, “Keep doing that and it’ll go off, you know.”
“That’s just want I want, lover.” Lover? Hmmm. Were they intimate, I wondered. “I love doing this.” she said.
She squatted then and engulfed his cock with her mouth. It was maybe seven inches but she managed to fit almost all of it as she worked it in and out. I’d never seen anything like that and the sight was incredible; my own hardening cock was sending very painful messages, so I looked away from them, only to see Barbara and Nelson locked in a hot embrace with each stroking each other and not observing the “above the waist” rule at all.
My attention was diverted when Andrew bellowed, “Uuuhhg, I’m cumming!”
Sarah pulled back just as he unleashed a huge bolt of cum, some into her mouth, but the rest splashing on her lips and nose. This was followed by several more shots which hit her chin and tits. She looked up at him and smiled and then took his cock into her mouth again and cleaned it off. I suddenly noticed that the crowd around them was quietly watching them in fascination and when Andrew fired his first shot, a cheer erupted from them. Then some of the hoard surrounding us began to move in for the kill.
“Reasonable Request!” was called out, and the girls stood stoically still while they had their tits pawed. The Guardian students had materialized during the stripping show and moved in to monitor the touching. This was working out really well, I thought, but then Denise let out a squeal.
“Oh! Stop!” she cried.
I wheeled around and saw a Guardian holding onto a guy’s arm.
“What? You ok, Denise?” I asked, holding her shoulders.
“Yeah, I guess. That guy tried to push up my top,” she said with a shiver.
The Guardian, his face twisted in an angry expression, was talking to him, but I stepped toward them and grabbed the guy’s upper arm.
“Listen, buddy, I didn’t hear you ask permission. You’re lucky Zach here got to you before I did. If you do that again, you know it’s gonna be treated like a sexual assault, right? It also might result in a broken bone or two, not that I’m making threats, you understand?”
He quickly bobbed his head up and down rapidly. Damn. I’ve just got to control my temper.
“C’mon, Denise.” I led her closer to the naked group. They all were in the middle of a bunch of reaching, pawing hands. Suddenly a loud voice rang out. It was one of the Guardians, a tall senior. I think he was the one from the football team.
“Ok everyone! That’s it for now. They have to get to home room so we’re calling a pause to the fun.”
Apparently Barbara had jerked off Nelson too; his cock was limp now and I noticed some cum dripping down her belly. Jimmy and Jane were walking, hand in hand, up the steps. I watched her ass jiggle. Wow, what a sight. I’ve heard the term “bubble butt” and now know exactly what that means. Delicious. Oh god; down, boy. I can see this week will be a real strain in many more ways than one.
Once again, Denise and I were ignored in the main. After all, why should we attract any attention when there were six other kids who were completely naked? They could see people in swimsuits and briefs just by visiting the beach. Denise did get some Requests to touch her tits and she allowed those but insisted on holding the toucher’s hand, keeping it away from places outside her comfort zone. Of course there were objections, but they weren’t very strong, so we mostly ignored them.
Our home room period passed uneventfully and then we were off to Civics. Miss Wilson, after confirming that neither of us desired relief, did indeed have us continue from where the class stopped yesterday, so we congratulated ourselves on our decision to be prepared for that. It was another very interesting class and again we were surprised on how fast the time passed. Denise had another incident during class change, when a girl—a girl this time asked for permission to touch her breasts, but then tried to lift Denise’s top. This time I stopped her from doing it, gently but firmly, and told her that skin-touch there was off limits. She tried to give us a hard time about that, threatening a Program violation, so we told her to go ahead and make the complaint, and she stalked away. While that was going on, enough time had passed to allow us to get to the Biology classroom.
Yeah, not looking forward to Biology, especially when we saw that Mr Wilbur was in the room. When he noticed us coming in, he got a broad smile that fell when he looked at our garments.
“You need to be naked for this class, you two. I have demonstrations planned that are in the Program curriculum, so go take off those things before class begins.”
Then the final bell rang.
I gave him a hard look. “Mr Wilbur, the Program rules allow us to wear safety equipment, and our safety equipment may be worn during our entire Program week.”
“There’s no such thing as safety equipment for a Program demonstration in....” His voice trailed off because the announcement speaker had come to life.
“Attention please. Will Denise Roberts and Kevin Coris please report to the office. Miss Roberts and Mr Coris. Thank you.”
Wilbur turned to us. “Well, you escape for now, because even if you come back later, there won’t be time for the demo that I’ve planned. Go, now, and tomorrow be prepared. I want you naked when you come into my class.”
On the way out, Denise looked at me with concern. “Can he really do that?”
“No. Don’t worry. We do need to listen to what he proposes, though, and tailor how we respond to that. I wonder if this is about the complaints about refusing those Reasonable Requests.”
It turned out it wasn’t. When we were ushered into the conference room, we saw Mr Merotta and Mrs Joury sitting there along with Dr Fletcher, Mr Overland, and Abover.
Dr Fletcher opened, “Sorry for having to pull you out of class yet again, Miss Roberts and Mr Coris. The people from the Program office are here to investigate what they are calling a serious violation. Mr Merotta?”
“Yes, thanks. Students, I have a very clear recollection of your agreeing to fully participate in the Program this week, yet I see that you remain clothed. First, this is totally unacceptable and will stop at once; you will strip and rejoin your classes, and repeat the Program fully next week; is that clear?”
“Mr Merotta,” I said, “what you said is certainly clear, and your recollection of what we agreed to last week is accurate. But our current state of undress fully complies with the agreement and memo of understanding that you, as well as others present here, knowingly signed, and therefore no Program violation exists.”
“Nonsense! I have a copy of that right here.” He pulled the sheet out of the folder. “I quote from that agreement. You said that you, quote, ‘are willing to permit ourselves to be drafted into the Program for our week and we agree to follow every rule in the booklet and also take advantage of all the participant protections the rules state to which participants are entitled,’ unquote. I’m unaware of any rule in the Program booklet that allows participants to wear clothes.”
“Sir, I agree. Clothes aren’t mentioned, but safety equipment is, and the Program rules allow us to choose and wear the safety equipment that is best suited for the risk exposure to which we will encounter.”
“Safety? Risk? What are you talking about? You are to be naked, that’s all. What kind of safety or risk does that entail?”
“Well, sir, apart from the obvious risks and safety problems posed by horny, oversexed male teens to vulnerable naked females, there are the safety and risk problems posed by injuries that will result from the failure to use the safety equipment best suited to prevent those injuries.”
I went on to repeat the reasoning I had used in Fletcher’s office yesterday morning in defense of our wearing our brief garments. I quoted the line in our agreement which read, “If it’s written in there, that’s how we’ll follow it.” I asked Merotta to show me where I had violated any of the rules that I used to support our wearing the clothes we had chosen. After a while, it became clear that the issue was over the disability definition and the conflict between the ADA and the Program regulations. Merotta flatly stated that the ADA laws had no authority over the laws that established the Program.
Mr Overland spoke up then and pointed out that the ADA was not mentioned in the Program’s enabling legislation (he had done his homework); neither was the Program mentioned in the ADA. Therefore the Program could not remove any of the protections that the ADA gave to students, and he was compelled to advise the school that the administration must comply with all provisions of the ADA, even if it affected how some parts of the Program operated.
Mrs Joury entered the discussion now. “I’m the district supervisor of enforcement activities. It appears that the Program will unfortunately have to take enforcement steps to be sure that it is properly implemented in this school. I’ll be sending a few enforcement officials here tomorrow morning; these people have law-enforcement powers and their instructions must be complied with or else they have arrest powers. It’s unfortunate that I have to take this step, but we’ve been forced. Thank you for your time, and we’ll be back tomorrow.”
The two got up and left. Abover smirked and stood up. “Told you I’d have the last word,” he said as he left.
Denise was white and hanging on my arm. “Denise, please don’t worry,” I tried to reassure her, “I’m calling Bob now to let him know about this. I wrote him over the weekend about something just like this happening.”
“Oh,” she squeaked, “Oh, please.”
I turned to Fletcher, who was in a discussion with Overland.
“Dr Fletcher, may I call my lawyer? I asked him about this happening and he needs to know now.”
“Go ahead, son. We’ll leave you here so you’ll have some privacy, but you’ll need to get back to class soon.”
“Right, sir. Thanks.” They left as I was bringing up my mobile’s contact list. “Hello, could I please speak to Mr Charlesworth?”
It happened that he wasn’t in the office but I was transferred to another lawyer. He introduced himself. I put the mobile’s speaker on so Denise could hear.
“Hello, Kevin. I’m Brian Ebers, one of Bob’s associates. Bob is at court today, but he told me that if you should call, I was to help you. Is this, by any chance, about the Program enforcement division? Bob mentioned that you might call about that.”
Wow, was Bob really that omniscient? He seems to know what I need when I need it.
“Yes, exactly. The Program people just left and told us that they’re coming tomorrow with enforcement people to, I don’t know, take over here, I guess.”
“Yes, Bob said that they have federal enforcement powers. But those don’t extend into the criminal area. Their authority is administrative but they have limited detention powers, mainly for minors who are disruptive and uncooperative. Bob did some work on this yesterday and then gave the problem to me. He told me that there’s a fundamental divergence between the ADA and the Program rules about how disabled students must be treated. I made some contacts with a few federal officials our firm has dealt with; you should know that for ADA violations in schools, the investigative agency is the U.S. Department of Education and in a more limited sense, the Department of Health and Human Services. My contact at the USDE told me that the Program rules cannot be interpreted to allow the school, or by extension, the Program enforcers, to ignore the ADA.
“I asked her how that could be prevented. Now you say that the enforcement division is sending some people there tomorrow?”
“Yes. That’s what the person, a Mrs Joury, who said she’s the enforcement supervisor, told us.”
“Ok, I know what to do, then. What time do you think they’ll be there?”
“Well, we get to school around 7:30 and that’s when the Program kids do the morning strip-tease.”
“Man, that’s just so weird. Bob told me all about his son when he had to do that stuff last year. I don’t see any benefit, but what do I know? I’m just a lawyer and trained in civil law. Ok, we’ll get things rolling. You have the right, by the way, to resist being taken into custody, and we can prevent that. Is that all? I need to make some quick calls about this now.”
Denise was looking apprehensive, but at that comment, she relaxed a little. I thanked Mr Ebers and disconnected.
“Crap. This is getting more and more complicated. But I’m sure we still have the upper hand, so try not to worry too much and we’ll take things as they come, ok? Let’s get back to class now. There’s only about fifteen minutes left so Wilbur won’t have time for us and maybe he’ll see that we’re not trying to avoid the class.”
“Yeah. I don’t know how I would have survived this week if you hadn’t magically appeared from Mars,” she said, making a weak joke.
So we picked up a late pass (to add to our collection) and I looked to see if Fletcher might be around and want to say something, but he wasn’t in the office. Then we went back to Biology.
“Ah, Miss Roberts and Mr Coris. Glad to see you didn’t miss the whole class. I’ll be looking forward to tomorrow,” he said as we entered the room and then he went back to his topic.
At the bell, we left the room to head to Calculus. And got stopped for a few half-hearted Requests. As one of the requesters said, “Man, you guys are no fun at all,” walking off with a disappointed expression, providing yet another proof of the contention that the Program was all about self-gratification for the non-participant and humiliation for the participant.
Nothing to report about calculus class, except for the signal telepathy that we had developed with Mrs Evander—she glanced at us, then down at our crotches, then back up. In response, we shook our heads and she shrugged. Two seconds to signal “Need relief?” “Nope.” “Fine by me.” Efficient.
On the way to lunch, the girl who had stopped me yesterday found me and had a Request to touch my chest. Oh well.
“Sure.”
“Cool. Oh,” she said, rubbing my pecs, “Oh, nice. Hard muscles.”
Then she rubbed my nipple. Yow! Like an electric shock, a jolt shot through me! I had no idea anything like that could happen. To a guy? Then she rubbed her hand over my abs.
“Mmmmm. What a hot bod. If she’s not your girlfriend, stud, I’m available. Name’s Wendy Carter, I’m a junior. Anytime, guy.”
Then she gave my nipple a little bite and walked off, her butt swaying provocatively. Nice butt.
“Ahem.”
Oh, right.
“Uh, yeah, Denise, you were saying?”
“Um, I don’t want to seem possessive or anything. But... um... you know, oh! I don’t know what I’m saying. Just forget it.”
“Denise, it’s ok. Yeah, I guess she assumed that we’re an item. And you know? I think we are. And I think you do, too. Am I right?”
“Um, well... I... ah...”
“Shhh. Denise, will you be my girlfriend?”
“YES!”
She threw her hands around my neck and kissed me while passers-by drew back, looking at us in amusement. I heard a joking comment, “Hey, watch the PDAs, guys!”
As we entered the lunchroom, Barbara and Nelson joined us in the serving line. Barbara’s tits were all red and Nelson looked angry. Denise looked at Barbara’s chest.
“Barbara! Your boobs!”
“Yeah, right? A Request got carried away. Two guys asked to touch them and I agreed, like I could refuse? Anyway, one guy started pinching my nipples hard so I said to stop. He didn’t and then grabbed both nipples really hard and twisted them and he said, ‘Bitch. I’ll stop when I want.’ He kept twisting them and the Guardian and Nelson grabbed his arms and pulled his hands off me. The Guardian and a few other kids took that guy to the office.”
“He really hurt her! She had tears,” Nelson said, angrily. “I hope they suspend him.”
We got our food; Denise and I were still brown-bagging but we wanted a fruit and milk. Some days we got salad when it looked fresh. Today it didn’t so we skipped that. We walked to our table and were soon joined by the others. Then Jimmy came into the lunchroom and ran over to us.
“Guys, guess what? I switched my schedule to get first lunch so I could be with you!”
“Good! They let you do that, cool,” Jane said.
“Yeah, just switched lunch and gym. I couldn’t stand being naked and all by myself—that was pretty bad on Monday. I don’t mind doing gym after lunch,” he said as he left for the serving line.
Sarah asked Jane if things were better for her so far than Monday.
“Not a whole lot. I hate having my boobs pawed so I’m really anxious about tomorrow and the rest of the week when they can paw everything.”
Nelson told her what happened to Barbara.
“Gee, thanks. Now you made me feel even better about this, Nelson,” she chided him.
“Oh, sorry.”
“Anyway, all that rubbing and stroking does make me feel wet and horny, you know? I can’t believe it could do that because I’ve always been so modest. After second period I felt so tingly down there that I couldn’t think straight and even walking was making the tingling worse.” Jimmy was back at the table now and sat down. “So when our third period teacher asked if we needed relief, Jimmy and I both answered yes.”
Jimmy continued, “Yeah, I was really horny again. I don’t know how I’ll stand it tomorrow when they can grab my cock, but when I walked into class, my hardon was almost hurting.”
Jane giggled, “It was all red and waving all around when he walked. I think it’s so cute.”
“Man, I wanted relief and Jane did too. When I stood close to her I could even smell her pussy; it was so weird that I could smell her that way and it made my cock so hard I could have pounded nails with it.” Jane giggled again. “When the teacher asked us to pick people to give us relief, I decided that I didn’t want anyone other than Jane, so I asked her.”
“Jimmy wanted me to give him relief but I didn’t want any of those other boys in the room to touch me there, so I asked him if he would help me get off. The teacher said ok, but we still only had five minutes for both of us. There were groans of disappointment from the class.”
“Hey, I knew it wouldn’t take me long to shoot. We were standing in the front of the classroom and Jane took me in her cute little hand, smeared my pre-cum around a bit, and started wanking. She leaned in and pressed her tits against my chest and I felt her hard nipples rubbing on my skin. Then she gave me a hot kiss and stuck her tongue in and that did it. I came all over her belly and tits.”
“Then Jimmy had me sit down in the relief chair and began to kiss my boobs and run his fingers around the outside of my slit and tease my clit. Then you know what he did? He squatted between my legs and went down on me! I squealed at the feeling! It was awesome. He licked his tongue up and down my lips but avoided my clit at first, but then his tongue flicked across it and I jerked when that happened.”
“Yeah, man, I was getting her smell, you know? and it was making me really hot and I wanted to get to the source. If it smelled that good, how would it taste? Anyway, she was pretty worked up by then and her pussy was just flowing. And I loved the taste and the way she felt on my tongue! As soon as she started jerking her hips, I figured she was close, so I sucked her clit into my lips and flicked my tongue up and down over it. She jerked her hips away from me but now her clit was so swollen and stuck out so far, I was able to latch on again easily and squeeze it with my teeth as I stuck my finger into her cunt and wiggled it in and out.”
“Oh, god, yeah! I saw fireworks in my head! I think my body went into a spasm; I kinda blanked out for a second and when I came back, Jimmy was squatting there with a wet face! I was shaking and my pussy was still having a series of aftershocks, like mini-cums. I never felt anything like that before, nothing anywhere close. I’m still twichy thinking about it.”
Jimmy picked up the story. “Yeah, when she came, she clamped her legs on my head hard but I could still hear how loudly she screamed—and she’s a squirter too! Her juices shot out and went all over my face. When I sat back, my ears were ringing, but suddenly the classroom, I think everyone was totally quiet when they were watching, erupted in cheers and applause.”
“Yeah, but you know what the teacher made us do then? He made us walk around the room and let anyone take a closeup look at my dripping pussy and inflamed clit and Jimmy had to do the same and display his cock; it was rock hard again and was drooling a little cum. The teacher even let people touch us there a little bit. That was soooo embarrassing!”
That was such a hot story. My own cock was hard and complaining in pain and I couldn’t avoid seeing Andrew’s rod jutting up from his lap as he sat next to me. Then I suddenly realized that I had a decent hardon and the pain, while still present, was not as intense as it had been. Wow, maybe all this sexual stimulation stuff may be having a good effect? Nah. Not possible.
No one else had a hot story to share, and soon our half-hour of solitude time ended and the wolves began to circle. The girls had to deal with numerous Requests to touch their tits and Denise did, too. But I noticed that she was getting much more attention than before from guys wanting to stroke her breasts, even over her suit. Hmmmm, maybe this was a substitute for the touching forbidden by their girlfriends—and you know, the mystery of what clothes hides can actually be sexier than a naked body.
Anyway, she permitted that touching but she did hold the touchers’ wrists and guided their hands away from the disallowed territory. Soon the period end arrived and we left for our Health and Psych class. What would this bring, we wondered.
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