Naked in School-Kevin and Denise
When I woke Friday morning, the weather was overcast but the storm had passed. Then I learned that this time of year was hurricane season in this part of the country. Indonesia had similar storms we called cyclones and Japan had typhoons. Can’t escape the nasty weather, right? Apparently the storm yesterday was from the outer fringe of a hurricane. That’s why we got that really gusty wind and all that rain. Go figure; I need to start listening to the weather.
Denise and I arrived at school a little earlier than usual this morning and we were congratulating each other that this was our last Program day. I had decided not to tell her about my discovery because she might get scared; hell, it scared me! The school doors would be opened in about five minutes so we just sat in the car and talked. I mentioned my Saturday PT appointment and about how great the website was doing. Discussion about the website was all over the social media now and not an hour would pass without a text arriving about a particular juicy posting.
Soon kids began gathering at the doors, but it was cool and breezy, so only the hardiest kids waited for the Program students to arrive, which they soon did, but they all had dressed in clothes that could be removed in seconds. We had just joined them as they threw off their clothes and ran into the school before the first syllable of “Reasonable” could be uttered.
When the home room bell rang, Denise and I were asked once again if we wanted relief and we declined. Today’s announcements were short and mentioned that some were being saved for this afternoon’s assembly. And guess what? No one was called to the office.
Civics class was interesting since we were starting a unit on American government and public events, covering news events of the past five years and how government, the three branches, responded to those events. This resulted in lots of interesting debates about whether the issues had been dealt with according to the law or public opinion, whatever that is. As the period ended, my thoughts turned to Biology. What would that class be like today after yesterday’s disaster?
I needn’t have worried. The septuagenarian (he really looked ancient) sub was there again today and he spent the period reading the text to us. And Calculus was always a bright spot in the day; Mrs Evander always found ways to make the class interesting without trying to use naked (in our case, semi-naked) students in the lesson.
Reasonable Request activity happening during class changes had calmed down significantly. The frantic attempts to get in Requests during the past several days had tapered off; the novelty of having naked students in the halls was wearing off and I could see some of the naked kids from our group walking across the commons during class changes without being stopped. Remarkable. I supposed that come Monday, however, the fresh meat of the new naked group would result in renewed interest. Well, we shall see.
Denise did get a Request in the lunch line but a Guardian shut that down; all Requests had to be held until after thirty minutes into the period. When we got to our table for the final time, hooray, all the others were there talking intently.
“Guys, what’s up?” Denise asked.
“The news reports about the website,” Nelson said. “You didn’t hear?”
“No, we’ve been in classes. What’s happening with the site?” I asked.
Barbara answered, I had a library project last period and some kids heard a report. The major networks were reporting on our website and how the feds were trying to shut it down.”
“Yeah,” said Jane, “I heard it in the commons earlier, too. There’s a report that the feds plan to get it shut it down before Monday. Can they do that?”
I thought for a second. “I don’t see how; its location is hidden and connections are made to it by private lines; I think they’re called VPNs. The only way to reach the server is to connect to a VPN outlet, and there are a number of them. They hide the actual server’s internet address. It’s a cool process. The guys who set it up said it’s part of something called the ‘deep web.’ I don’t know much about this stuff, but I think it’s just the feds trying to scare the operator into doing something that they can detect.”
We spent the rest of the time eating and congratulating ourselves on making it to Friday but careful not to put a hex on us for the remaining several periods. After all, we still had three more periods to go plus assembly. Then the thirty minutes were up and Andrew looked around. There weren’t many people who seemed to be headed our way but a few were.
He joked, “Hey guys, Request time! Anyone up for a repeat of yesterday’s after-lunch fuck-fest? That was a really hot scene!”
Both Barbara and Jane buried their faces in their hands.
Jane moaned, “God! I was so embarrassed!”
And Barbara said, “Hell, I don’t think so! My pussy is so sore today! I think Nelson took off two layers of skin in there!”
“No shit,” said Jane. “I was so sore by seventh period it hurt to walk.”
A few diehards arrived and asked for some Requests. The ones asking for pussy touching were politely declined, and the remaining people gradually drifted away, leaving us alone.
We spent the remaining ten minutes of the lunch period just talking about school and social events, and the others told us about some of their less notable experiences during the week. Everyone thought that their participating was a total waste of effort and the hoopla about becoming comfortable with their sexuality was a joke. Sarah wasn’t a virgin when the week started, and the other girls said that they would have preferred waiting and doing it in a more romantic setting than a school lunchroom table. Everyone did agree that they shared very deep feelings with their partners and they all intended to keep together, so the Program did have that good result.
I expressed my own opposition to the Program as a person who was thrown into the situation cold with absolutely no preparation. I had not even had the exposure as a teen growing through puberty and being exposed to the increased sexualization of society; as I pointed out to their great amusement, I truly was “the man from Mars.”
Then the bell rang. It always seems to ring when the conversation has completed. Have you ever noticed that?
Health class was next and on Fridays it was Psychology. Our homework readings were on biofeedback; this should be an interesting class since my Eastern Arts training had taught me how the mind and body work in complementary ways to achieve goals like inner peace and self-regulation of the mind in all kinds of ways. It would be interesting to compare this approach with the Western, scientific idea of doing the same thing.
Miss Herndon was in the Health classroom when we arrived, fiddling with a strange electronic apparatus. It looked like an old-style stereo console (my folks had one with knobs, buttons, and displays) with a batch of wires coming out of it, some were connected to a computer. The remaining wires were quite long; some had straps or loops and others terminated in snaps or cup-shaped objects.
The classroom was filling up and the bell rang.
“Students, quickly take your seats; we have a lot to cover, and I need our Program students up here right now.”
She stared at Denise and me when we stood and walked to the front.
“You’re supposed to be naked...”
I held up my hand. “Miss Herndon, you weren’t told? We have an exemption that allows us to wear these,” I indicated the garments.
“But the demo—we need to access your sexual organs.”
Denise gasped and I pushed her back to her desk.
“Sorry. That’s not possible. Exemption for that too.”
“But participation in class demos is mandatory for Program students. You have to do this.”
“Ma’am, we really don’t. But we’ll try to see if there’s a way we can participate in a limited way. Please tell me what you intend to do and I’ll see if I can accommodate you. But only me. If Miss Roberts thinks she can do it after me, then we’ll see.”
“But this requires a boy and girl at the same time...”
“I’m sure you can make allowances. Or you could ask a different boy and girl to volunteer.”
She did, and no one volunteered.
“Perhaps if you explained what the demo is about, you may get a volunteer,” I suggested.
“Very well. Your assignment was to read about biofeedback. This device here is a sensitive amplifier that can detect the tiny electrical signals the body produces and other bodily physiological events and amplify or otherwise detect them so that they can be displayed using this computer. It displays pulse rate, respiration, skin conductance and resistance, body temperature, and several other factors. The results are stored and can be played back. What I planned to do was to demonstrate the physiological signs of sexual arousal in the male and female at the same time, showing how tactile, visual, and verbal stimulation translates to measurable bodily responses, in a side-by-side comparison to see if any apparent differences can be detected. Basically this allows us to observe the way the mind and body interact in response to arousal. And the students need to be naked for the demo and be connected to the biofeedback amplifier.”
She held up the wires.
“Naked why?”
“The first part is tactile, and the person’s entire body has to be accessible.”
“I’m willing to do this, but my tights must remain on. And no contact with my groin.”
“That’s impossible; we need to show stimulation of the penis as well.”
“Ok, unless you get a volunteer or two, I guess you’ll have to describe the results without a demo. I’m sure you have a record of the results from other tests,” I said as I sat down.
Herndon dropped the wires and looked at some papers in a folder.
I had kind of been watching Denise during my speech and she had a really strange expression. Then she suddenly seemed to shake herself and tentatively raised her hand.
“Miss Herndon? I’m really interested in what that thing can show. How do you do the tactile stimulation of the person that the device displays?”
“I have an additional boy and girl from the class come up and they follow my instructions for each step, using the Program students. The demonstration requires that the boy and girl touch the Program subjects everywhere on their bodies, including their sexual organs, as the demo progresses.”
“Uh, like Kevin said, I think I could participate but only if I keep my suit on, but the touching part of my privates, no,” she shivered, “uh, no, I don’t think so. But, well, I could do it if Kevin were touching me, I think.”
I broke in, “Miss Herndon, you might be able to partially rescue the demo if you give in a little. You might get some useful results, maybe a little limited, but at least it will show how biofeedback works. If Denise lets me, I could do a little of what you want with her.”
“But then we’d have no boy...”
There had been a flurry of whispering behind me. Sammy, a Guardian in our class, had been in the Program last term and was whispering to a girl in back of him. Then he turned around and raised his hand.
“Ma’am? I did the Program last term; I don’t have a problem with being naked and my girlfriend just agreed to be my helper. If I’m the boy subject and Denise does the girl, would that work?”
Herndon’s expression turned to one of wary relief. “Yes, that will at least salvage part of the demo and it’s better than nothing. Can we get started, please?”
Sammy stood and stripped off his clothes at his desk. He had a nice body (for a boy), trim and athletic. He walked to the front, following Denise and his friend whose name was Wilma. Sammy and Denise sat in the designated chairs and Herndon assisted them in getting the wrist bands, arm cuffs, and finger clips in place. She slid a band around each kids’ chest and connected some electrode pads to various places on their chests and temples. Then she went to the table and flipped a couple of switches on the device; the computer chirped and a multicolored graph appeared on its screen.
Miss Herndon stepped to the side of the group. “We’re going to begin now. First, lightly touch your subject but keep away from the major erogenous zones like the breasts and groin. This first part will show a baseline; how Denise and Sammy respond to simple touch.”
Wilma moved to Sammy’s side and slowly reached out, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. She lightly worked her hands around his shoulders in slow circles that widened to cover his upper back and upper arms, lightly stroking and squeezing his skin, and then let her hands travel down his arms, lightly squeezing his biceps, and moving back up again.
I was watching that out of the corner of my eye but trying to concentrate on Denise. She gave me a tentative smile and nodded.
“My god, you’re amazing!” I whispered. “So brave!” She blushed.
I began by stroking her lower back and then ran my fingers through her hair and stroked and kneaded her scalp and she shuddered. Wow. I trailed my fingers down her neck onto her back and arms and softly massaged her upper arms, shoulders, and upper back; then returned to her scalp. She had closed her eyes and was sighing.
“Aaahhh. So nice....”
I was just getting into it when Herndon called a halt.
“Good, class, look at the display. So far we can see that there’s some physiological changes occurring in both of them. Look at this side; these are Sammy’s graphs and they show that he has a slightly greater response than Denise, which makes sense since males respond to certain stimuli faster than females. Also, Sammy’s unexpected nudity may have also affected his stimulation level a little bit. Anyway, the response we see so far is totally normal.
“The next stage is to stimulate body areas that have some erogenous associations: breasts, ears, neck, lips—kissing is ok too after one minute, I’ll tell you when, and using your lips on any of those places is ok too. Kevin, I don’t know how you’re to stimulate Denise’s breasts, though.”
Denise said softly, “I’ll let him.”
Wow. I couldn’t really watch what was happening with Wilma and Sammy now, as I was concentrating on Denise, but I got glimpses of her tweaking his nipples and stroking his ears and neck. I began stroking Denise’s neck and ears; then I put my finger on her lips and lightly rubbed them a little and she touched my finger with her tongue tip. I moved my hands down to her tits and began kneading them over her suit top and rubbing the nipples, which were now making sizable lumps under the material. Then the minute was signaled and I leaned down and kissed her—she stuck her tongue in my mouth. We kissed for maybe fifteen seconds and then I moved to her right ear and licked it. She quivered and moaned. I licked down her neck and ran my tongue over the top of her chest; then fastened my lips over the hard nubs that poked up though her suit top. She groaned loudly and raised her hips off the chair.
Then she moaned softly, “Go under it.”
I carefully raised the right side of her top, exposing her lovely tit, and engulfed as much of it as I could in my mouth, then pulled back and began nibbling, sucking, and tweaking her nipple with my lips and teeth. She was squirming in her seat now and groaning, and I could sense a swelling of psychic energy start to build in her. I was about to shift to her other breast when Herndon called time again. Denise sighed in disappointment.
“Ok, let’s analyze this. Clearly Denise has more upper body interest than Sammy to work with,” the class laughed, “but the results are very interesting still. See here; in the first minute the graphs show that the two responses are just about neck-in-neck. These lines are event markers I put up when Kevin or Wilma did certain things. This is when Wilma kissed Sammy, and here is where Kevin kissed Denise. Either Kevin is a super kisser or Denise is very sensitive, maybe both, but look at the huge spike in Denise’s response at the kiss.” The class tittered. “The next marks show when their breasts were orally stimulated. Once again, Denise’s response is greater than Sammy’s, but that’s to be expected. But note that even in the male, there’s a significant spike on stimulation of his nipples.”
She gave Denise and me a sharp look now. “Now this next part will be hard to compare, but let’s do the best we can, ok? This time I want to stimulate your partner’s sexual organs. Don’t get carried away; this isn’t a contest. Be careful and gentle; the idea is to stimulate and not necessarily try for an orgasm. Use your hands for this part.”
I saw Wilma reach for Sammy’s cock as I moved my hands over Denise’s breasts, kneading them gently.
“What should I do, darling?” I whispered in her ear.
“Outside, and high up. Not the clit.” she murmured.
I trailed my fingers down to her mons and began stroking it over the fabric of her suit, wriggling my finger into the slit at its very top and pressing, jiggling, and releasing my hand.
“Uh, mmm, little lower,” she breathed.
I squeezed her mound and then let my hand drift down to where I could feel her outer lips begin, right above her clitoral hood, and stroked up and down on either side, trying to get the friction from the movement of the cloth to stimulate her. Denise growled low in her throat and began to twist in her chair, gripping its arms so tightly that her fingers paled. I moved my fingers over to where I thought her clit was and brushed it lightly.
“Is this ok?” I whispered and began to roll my fingers all around her clitoral area with lots of little jiggles.
“Ahhh, not hard... that’s ok.... yeah... too hard... stop! oh, better... right there... aaahhh...” she guided me, but I felt that energy of hers building higher and it seemed like a dam was getting ready to burst. Denise was practically shaking now and the crotch of her suit was quite wet. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was panting through her barely parted lips.
“Oooohhh, darling, do it now! Push in. Yeah, right there!” she husked.
My finger was right over her clit, so I pushed down while wiggling it. Not too hard—a bit firmly. And then, through the fabric, I pressed my fingers on either side of her clit and its hood, grabbed her clit and pinched it between my fingers.
“Aaaaahhhh,” she gasped and her entire body shook, and I felt a wash of energy, not very strong but kind of like a loving caress, brush past my body like gossamer wings. She looked at me languidly.
“Ahhhh. That was different, like a nice hot bath and a deep massage. Thanks, darling.”
I noticed Herndon checking the settings on the device and then she looked up.
“Oh, ok, that’s all.” she said.
I glanced at Sammy and saw that he had cum all over his chest and belly and Wilma was grinning evilly.
“Well. This is unusual.” Herndon mused. Then she spoke to the class. “Let’s see what these graphs show. You can see when Wilma began stroking Sammy’s penis, this sharp increase here corresponds closely with how his erection grew. Then the slope right here becomes less after he got completely tumescent and continued to be stimulated, but there’s still a slight upward climb. As he approached orgasm, see how the arousal takes off again, peaking as he orgasmed. That’s the typical male response.
“For Denise, I’m not sure what this shows. It’s like a sawtooth, zigging and zagging, like her electrodes were loose but I checked that; they’re not loose. Her arousal builds and disappears; it doesn’t plateau as I would expect, because the normal female response keeps building slowly over a longer period than the male, with plateaus frequently occurring—this is one of the reasons females can have multiple orgasms, by the way—but in Denise’s graph her response just appears and disappears; there’s no buildup. And then suddenly here’s a huge spike and an almost instant dropoff, no plateauing. I really have no idea how to explain this, but... oh, wait. Yes, maybe that’s the reason. Denise, you have that exemption that allows you to wear the swimsuit. I’m assuming you have some kind of sensory problem—you don’t have to answer if it’s embarrassing, but this is a psychology class and your answer will help your class to learn something important about sexual function.”
“Um, I don’t mind too much, ma’am. I have a problem that was caused from being sexually molested that causes spasming, pain, and anxiety from sexual contact down there.”
“Is it vaginismus?”
“Yes, that, and some other things too. I don’t remember what they’re called.”
“Ok, that’s not important—oh, people, sorry for ignoring your state. We can get you disconnected and Wilma and Sammy, there are wipes to clean up with and Sammy, you can dress. Thank you for volunteering, you just earned some extra-credit points.”
While they were pulling off the electrodes and getting cleaned up, Herndon continued.
“Vaginismus is a condition, not that common, whose symptoms include vaginal tightness causing discomfort, burning, pain, penetration problems, or even complete inability to have intercourse. The tightness of the vagina is completely involuntary and is actually caused by contractions of the pelvic floor muscles surrounding the vagina. It’s frequently associated with trauma, especially sexual assault, but there are other causes too. And sometimes the patient has difficulty becoming sexually aroused, because with arousal the tissues of the vagina begin to become engorged with blood causing its dilation, then the muscles contract, resulting in discomfort and even pain. So the arousal builds and then damps. That’s approximately what we saw on Denise’s graph.
“But you see here that even though it drops, there’s still this upward trend, right? And then the huge spike at the end. Denise, did you have an orgasm?”
“Uh yeah, a little tiny one.” The class tittered.
“Would anyone want to venture a guess how, with a serious problem like vaginismus, Denise could even have an orgasm at all?”
Everyone in the class began looking at each other as if they could divine the answer from their peers.
Finally one brave girl volunteered, “Maybe she has a very sensitive vagina?”
The class laughed.
“I don’t think Kevin came anywhere near her vagina. His hand was outside Denise’s suit, right? But that answer wasn’t funny, class, it was a perceptive answer and it’s probably related to the reason she could orgasm, but not for the reason you may think. A woman’s sexual sensitivity is based not only on stimulation, but also on her connection to her partner, which is another difference between the sexes. True stimulation in females usually depends on her affection, love, trust, comfort, and similar emotions involving her partner. You see, women with Denise’s problem who’ve been assaulted have serious trust issues with men. Denise, if someone in the class other than Kevin were to stimulate you, say Sammy, do you think that you’d allow that?”
“NO! Uh, sorry, Sammy, no, I couldn’t do that at all.”
“And you trust Kevin.”
“Completely. He knows about my problems and my limits and is even helping me with my therapy.”
“That’s very impressive, both of you. Listen, I’m really sorry I had given the two of you such a hard time when class started, and I’m very pleased about how this demo worked. It actually was better than if we had done it according to the lesson plan. I think you were very brave to agree to participate, Denise. It shows that your therapy must be having a good effect. Thank you. And I think that the class learned a lot, too, isn’t that right?”
The class erupted in applause and cheers.
“Ok, then, everybody, that demonstration shows just how closely the mind and body work together in sexual arousal, which is just about the most intense of all the emotional feelings the body experiences, which is what makes demonstrating it fairly simple. There are plenty of uses of biofeedback for research purposes and it’s also a useful modality in many forms of therapy as well. Can any of you think of a therapeutic application where biofeedback might be useful?”
The class continued with this discussion for the final several minutes of the period.
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