Naked in School-Kevin and Denise
Wednesday morning seemed to arrive very quickly. It seemed like I had just fallen asleep and suddenly I was awake, and awake with morning wood. That usually doesn’t happen. But this hardon wasn’t painful—just uncomfortable. When I get erections during the night, their pain tends to wake me, so maybe this treatment is calming things down. One could only hope...
I disconnected myself from the gadget and got the data file shipped off to the docs. As I was dressing, I heard the kitchen phone ring. It’s still quite early—who would be calling Aunt Helene now? It wasn’t for her; when she answered she called me to the phone. It was Bob Charlesworth.
“Kevin, we’ve made some quick arrangements for your protection this morning. We learned that the Program enforcement people are indeed visiting your school sometime this morning. If you feel that they are a threat in any way to you or Denise, here’s what you need to do.”
He gave me a phone number to save in my mobile and told me that if the enforcers threatened us in any way, to call that number and say “black dog.”
That was all. Cool. Just like spy stuff, I thought.
After a quick breakfast—nervous stomach, I guess; I wasn’t looking forward to a confrontation today—I left to get Denise. She looked lots better this morning than she did yesterday morning and I commented on it.
“Got a pretty good sleep last night,” she responded, “thanks to your helping me with my exercises. After you left I practiced the breathing and meditation stuff and then went to sleep.”
“Well, sorry to break your good mood, but Bob called me just before and told me the feds are coming today.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah, well, we knew that was gonna happen. But he’s done something to try to arrange protection for us. You need to put this number in your mobile and when the time comes, I’ll tell you if you need to call it.” I gave her the number.
“Oh, ok, another of your mysteries, right?” she said with a smirk.
“So far I don’t think anything will happen—you know how much of an optimist I am.”
We parked, undressed, and headed for the main doors. This was Wednesday, the first full-touching day, and there already was a big crowd. Andrew and Sarah must have just arrived because they were just beginning to undress each other, and as we got near, the other two couples appeared.
Sarah looked at Denise. “Hey, sweetie, I forgot to ask you yesterday—where are your clothes, I mean, your outer clothes. Is that how you’re coming to school now?”
Denise giggled (still love that sound), “No, I leave them in the car.”
“Andrew!” she called. “You hear that? You’re supposed to be the brains. Why didn’t you think of that? We could leave our clothes in our cars and not need to do the strip-tease.”
“Yeah, that’s right, but this is so much fun... ooohhh ahhhhh,” his voice faded as Sarah had knelt and slipped his cock into her mouth. “Aaaahhh. You do that so good....”
The others were undressing and Barbara was actually allowing another boy to take her bra off. And the groping—right, Requests—had started in earnest. One guy came over to Denise and asked her if he could touch her crotch. She got a panic-stricken look so I moved between them and told the guy to wait a second.
Then I turned to her and whispered, “We didn’t think ahead. Could you handle that?”
She looked at me wide-eyed, like a deer in a spotlight. “I ... I... don’t know....”
“Let me try doing it first, you trust me, right?”
“Uh, yeah, I do... uh, ok, maybe...”
I gently rested my left hand on her hip, took her right hand in mine, and lowered both our hands together to her pubic mound. Using my hand, I gently circled hers around her pubic mound, watching her face. She had closed her eyes and her face was crinkled in concentration.
I whispered, “How’s this?” as I gently substituted my hand for hers and lightly stroked the top of her slit through her suit’s fabric. She flinched and moved her hips away from my fingers. I took her hand again and, clasping it around my wrist, let her guide my fingers as they glided over her slit, up and down, and pressing into the furrow.
She moaned and grimaced. “Careful, careful. No lower. This is bearable but not any lower.”
“Keep your eyes closed, ok?” I said and grabbed the guy’s hand and brought it to where mine was, and then moved her hand to hold his wrist.
“Denise, hold the hand here and use it to stroke yourself where you want.”
She used her hand to move the boy’s hand around, slowly stroking it over her slit, while she breathed carefully. I realized that she was using her breathing exercise to control her anxiety, yes, that’s real good. Then I whispered in her ear to open her eyes and held my hands in front of her face. She opened her eyes.
“Look, honey, no hands,” I joked.
“OH!” she exclaimed, realizing that it was the boy’s on her pubis, not mine. “OH!” she said as she jerked away.
“That’s all,” I said to the guy, “fun’s over for now.”
He went away shaking his head.
Denise was looking at me accusingly. “YOU...”
“Was it bad?” I interrupted.
“Um, no. But...”
“Would you have allowed that on your own?”
“Um, no. But...”
“So think of your therapy—what was it? Viva something? Stretching your limits?”
“Um, well, ugh. You’re right, I guess. Oh, it’s ‘in vivo’ like meaning ‘in life,’ you know? Like maybe my new life to come? But still, that was mean, doing that.”
“So did it work? Did my touch, which you trusted, feel any different from his touch?”
“Um, no... But...”
“So you think you can try to deal with that kind of touching if you can keep control of the toucher’s hand?”
“Maybe...”
“Remember last night you said ‘baby steps’? Well, you’ve just taken the first one.”
“I guess...”
We were so wrapped up in our discussion that we didn’t notice that Nelson was just finishing eating out Barbara to another shrieking orgasm, but we certainly heard it. That would explain why everyone was totally ignoring Denise (and me). The warning bell sounded and all the troops stampeded for the doors. The naked kids dropped their clothes, which had been scattered on the ground, into their boxes and followed the retreating kids through the doors.
We arrived in home room and sat at our desks. The room was humming with comments about the sophomores’ erotic performance, especially about how noisy Barbara had been. She’d never live down her rep after that scene.
There were some routine announcements about tryouts for the athletic teams and a casting call for the fall play; reminders about not littering and signing up for a talent show—typical high school announcement topics, but no call to the office for Denise and me. Home room period passed with little more of interest and I was able to organize the homework that I would need to turn in later.
The hall period-change time only involved one Request for Denise; a girl wanted to stroke her ass. She wanted to do it under Denise’s bottoms, but Denise didn’t allow that, and we safely arrived at Civics. Today the class had changed focus and we weren’t needed to lead the discussion, so the two of us thankfully could remain in our seats and participate along with the rest of the class.
During class change after Civics, I got a Request. A girl wanted to stroke my cock. Ugh. My turn. Denise got a diabolical look in her eyes.
“Now, Kevin, close your eyes.” I did.
She copied the moves I had made with her outside the school and moved my hand over my cock, which was encased under all the padding of the cycling tights. Then she moved the girl’s hand over my cock and used that hand to rub me. Then without warning, the girl tried to close her fingers around the shaft. The feeling was like getting hit in the crotch. I grunted, doubled over, and sank to the floor.
“What? What did I do?” the girl said in confusion.
Denise was looking at me in alarm. “Oh, Kevin, I’m so sorry,” she choked.
I looked up. “Ugh. I’m ok, it’s really sensitive and grabbing it hurts a lot, is all.”
The girl shook her head. “Wow, that’s intense. So you really need those padded shorts.”
“Yep. No joke.”
She walked away and I hauled myself up. Then it was off to Biology.
We had just arrived in the classroom when the bell rang. Mr Wilbur looked at the two of us.
“Ok, now, I’m not going to ask you if you need relief because there’s no time for that. I had told you that I wanted you naked at the beginning of the class; you’re not, so you both will strip this instant!”
“Sir,” I began, “I told you...”
At that moment the announcement speaker came to life. “Attention. Will Denise Roberts and Kevin Coris please report to the main office. Miss Roberts and Mr Coris. Thank you.”
Wilbur looked up at the speaker and then us. “Damn!” he muttered. “All right, all right, you need to go, so just go. We’ll try this again tomorrow. Naked!”
We picked up our backpacks and walked out of the room. Denise looked very pale.
“I think this is the showdown, Denise. Please do exactly what I say, ok? I don’t want you where you can get hurt. When we go into the office, I’ll find out if it’s the enforcers. If it is, go into that prep room we used on Friday—remember? and block the door. It opens inward and I think I saw some stuff there that you can use to block the door so it can’t be opened. Only come out if I tell you it’s safe.” Then I thought of the code word Bob had told me. “If it’s safe, I’ll ask you if you want to go to the gym, ok? If I tell you anything else, it’s not safe. And remember the phone number I asked you to store on your mobile. If you’re in trouble, call it and say ‘black dog.’”
“Ok,” she whispered.
We got to the office and Mrs Maples was at her desk.
“Mrs Maples, who’s called for us this time?”
“Dr Fletcher is in the conference room with that Program woman and two men.”
“Ok, Denise needs to stay safe until I see what’s up. She’ll go in the prep room; please don’t tell anyone she’s there, please? Denise, go.”
She went, and I went on into the conference room. There were two men standing at the far end of the room and Mrs Joury and Fletcher were sitting and talking. I wondered where Abover was. This was the kind of scene that he loved.
“Where’s the girl?” Joury asked me.
“Be along shortly. What do you need us for now?” I asked.
“I told you yesterday. I expect you to strip now, and the girl too, when she comes.”
“We discussed that yesterday too. That’s not happening.”
Then the door opened and Abover came in and went over to the two men.
“We’re empowered by federal law to force you to do that,” she continued.
“If you try to force me, I’ll defend myself and people will get injured. Ask Mr Abover how he was injured.”
Abover growled, “Kid, you can’t take on three of us.”
“Boris, please go and see what’s keeping the girl,” Joury said.
“Wait. No one is leaving the room now until you agree that you’ll stop this illegal attempt to deprive us of our rights under federal law,” I said. Abover moved toward me. “Don’t do it. You don’t need your other arm broken.”
He cursed, but Joury told him to stand down. One of the two men began moving toward me. I calculated positions and the space I would need to move; there wasn’t much room to maneuver between the table and the wall.
“Listen, I don’t want to hurt anyone. Are you actually going to try to force us to undress and you intend to deliberately violate the ADA to do that?”
“We intend that you fully participate in the Program, and if it takes force to do that, then, yes.”
“Let me think for a second. Oh, yeah, can I call Miss Roberts to see where she is?”
She thought I was starting to give in. “Yes, please.”
I activated a call to the special number. I heard, “Go,” and spoke, “Black dog.”
“Roger. Disconnect now.”
Joury got an angry look. “Chris, get him.” she said to the closer guy.
He took two steps toward me and was now six feet away and moving quickly. I spun around, back facing him, bent over slightly, and lashed out behind me with a dwit chagi (back kick), hitting him hard in the solar plexus with my heel. His lower body was driven back by the force of my strike, but his momentum toward me continued to carry his upper body in my direction. The follow through of my kick left me facing him so I laid him out with a solid ap chagi (front kick) to the jaw. Hope I didn’t break it.
The others were staring in shock and then Joury regained her senses. “Harry, your taser! Use it!”
Taser? Wow. I didn’t see anything that big on him but then noticed him pulling something like a flashlight-sized tube off his belt from behind him. Gotta stop that real quick. He was at the far side of the room on the other side of the table. While he was pulling out the taser, I hopped onto the table, landed on the other side, took two steps and hit him with a yeop chagi (side kick) to the chest. That one is my strongest kick and I can break a board with it. He just folded up and went down.
I looked at Abover. “Don’t you move or you’ll be joining them,” I warned. He sank into a chair.
Then I began to worry; this was no gym sparring session. I was wearing trainers and hitting unpadded opponents with full force. These kicks can kill and I was angry, too. Need to watch that.
While I was collecting myself, the door burst open and two men wearing black jackets came in.
“U.S. Marshals,” one said, looking around. “Uh, do you really need us?” he said with a slight grin after he took in the state of the room.
Joury was sputtering. “Yes! Arrest that boy for assault! He attacked those two federal officers.”
“Ma’am,” the second marshal answered while his partner knelt, examining the first guy I had hit, “we know exactly why you’re here and what authority you have to use the kind of force that must have provoked this young man.”
Dr Fletcher now recovered enough to speak. “Marshal—officer—whatever, that man was trying to use a taser.”
“WHAT?” The first one said as he stood. He walked over and kicked the device, now lying on the floor. “Mean little thing,” he muttered. “All right, ma’am, since there were injuries here, we’ll need some medical aid, and I’ll need you to stay until we figure out how to handle this.”
I thought of Denise; she must be scared out of her mind. “Sir, can I fetch the other student? I hid her so she wouldn’t get injured if I had to defend myself.”
Joury’s head jerked up at that.
“Yes, that’s ok,” the second marshal said.
I went out and called to Denise, asking if she was ready to go to gym, and she rushed out with relief and fell into my arms.
“Kevin, I heard all that noise and shouting and... Oh!” She had seen into the conference room and noticed the first guy lying on the floor. She looked at me. “Was that another of your super-hero acts?” she asked, pointing at the prone figure.
“I cannot tell a lie...” I began, when one of the marshals called me.
The other one was on his radio, calling for an ambulance, I suppose.
“Please come in, young man; what’s your name? We have that info in our vehicle but didn’t bring it in.”
I introduced myself and Denise and they gave me their names. Then they asked Fletcher if one of them could speak to me privately in one room and the other to Joury in another. Just then two police officers came in. One marshal took them out of the conference room and spoke to them quietly; then all three came back in.
“Ok, here’s what we’ll do. One officer will wait here with these disabled men until the ambulance arrives and the other will wait with the guy with the sling. We have some questions for him. And we want Mrs Joury to go with me and Mr Coris to go with Sam. Dr Fletcher, are there some places we can speak privately?”
Just then the taser guy started to come around, groaning.
So we all split apart for questioning, and I was able to get Denise to come with me. Since she wasn’t a witness, her listening to me didn’t matter and she was hanging onto me so tightly that the marshal just let her be. I told the marshal the entire story, beginning with the agreement that the Program officials had signed the previous week. It appeared that he was already familiar with most of those details, so I asked how much he knew, and he told me that he had been given most of that information already; he just needed my version to be sure that it agreed with what he was given. He told me that there was some concern at the federal agency level about certain problems in the national Program office but wouldn’t give me any further information.
Soon the two injured men were loaded up and hauled away, one with a probable fractured jaw and the other with a broken rib. The marshals joked with me as they left that, although they had been told that I could take care of myself, they had no idea that meant that I was so skilled in unarmed fighting.
Fletcher asked me to stay for a second after everyone else had left. I stayed and held onto Denise’s hand.
“Kevin, you’re just... I don’t know. I just don’t know. Maybe I’ll just graduate you now and get you out of here. I’ll never survive two years of this with you around. Anyway, I need to tell you that the marshals took Mrs Joury into custody for possibly violating a federal offense, but it seemed that they couldn’t figure out exactly what offense to use, so they’ve kicked that problem up to higher levels. Somehow, since it’s Wednesday, I doubt that you’ll be bothered any further by Program officials in the next two days. But don’t let your guard down. You seem to have powerful allies other than here in the school. Good luck. And now you’ve succeeded in skipping two classes. it’s almost time for the fourth period. Now get going!” he grinned at us.
As we walked out into the hall I wondered where Abover was now.
It was less than ten minutes before the fourth period bell and we debated whether going to Calc was worth it, and decided it wasn’t, so we went to the lunchroom and sat near the door, talking quietly. I told Denise what had happened in the conference room while she listened wide-eyed.
“Oh my god, Kevin. You’re so unreal; I feel like I’m living in an action movie. All I want is a normal life! Why does this keep happening!” She had begun to cry.
I held her, trying to think of something to take her mind away from this nonsense.
“Denise—you know one thing I’m grateful for? That there weren’t any kids to see what happened. Otherwise they’d expect me to come to school wearing tights, mask, and a cape. Wait a sec—I’m already wearing the tights! I gotta watch out now!”
She giggled (oh, love it). “You’re such a dummy! Studly super-hero dummy.”
Some kids had begun drifting in. When I looked at them uncertainly, Denise explained.
“Yeah, some kids get out early, like study hall, teacher’s aides, stuff like that, and can get here early. Beat the rush. Let’s get on line too.”
We got our usual selections and went to our table. It’s gonna be strange next week not to be sitting here. Next week. Will all of this weirdness be over then? One could hope....
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