Naked in School-Kevin and Denise
I woke up in the morning disoriented and confused—something felt way off kilter and I just couldn’t get my bearings. Slowly last night swam into my consciousness. I was in Denise’s bed. After our wild sex of the evening, we had awakened in the wee hours and made love again, a slow, leisurely, gentle love-fuck that ended with the two of us having huge cums and then falling back to sleep. We got up and sleepwalked through our morning routines and made our way to school, with me driving slowly; fortunately I don’t have to drive on any heavily-trafficked streets to get there.
Finally, I got to home room and was collecting myself when the announcements came on but wasn’t paying any attention when suddenly I heard Denise’s and my name called, asking that we come to the office! What the hell was it now?
Ohmygod! This was the identical dream I had Sunday morning, sans the hot sex!
Denise looked at me in total shock.
“What... what... oh, I’m scared! This is when they call the Program people!” She was clutching my arm in panic.
“Darling, I was daydreaming. Did they call anyone else?”
“No... just us.”
The teacher rapped for our attention. “Hadn’t the two of you better go now?”
We went. On the way a million thoughts flew in and out of my head and none stayed long enough to tell me what the hell that particular thought was about. I was clenching my jaw as I entered Fletcher’s office, half expecting to see Abover at the desk.
Fletcher sat there, and at the other side of the room stood Mr Merotta. Denise jerked to a halt and I stiffened.
“Denise and Kevin, please take a seat and relax, please. You’re not in any trouble. This may sound like I’ve gone crazy, but I called you to get your advice...”
Merotta broke in, “I still say you can’t do that...”
“Quiet!” Fletcher said, not loudly, but with force. “This is my school; you are observing, but you will not do or say anything that interferes with the way I run it.”
Denise looked at me, amazed, and I winked. Good for Fletcher.
“Mr Merotta had some serious problems with how you interpreted the Program rules last week. Apparently the Program people had their lawyers look at the rules and had to agree that the way you followed them was not only correct, your reading of them followed precisely their intent as compared with the federal law. In other words, son, it seems that they found no way to have those rules rewritten so that they could be interpreted in any other way. How a participant follows them may range from an absolute adherence to their literal sense or to permit the most open interpretation that allows the participant to experience anything he or she wants sensually or sexually, but the choice is the participant’s, not the school’s or the federal Program official’s.
“Since this school has adopted our rules interpretations and established procedures based on them, Mr Merotta wanted to watch how we began a new Program week and see how the students become acclimated to the Program from their beginning.”
Yeah, I thought, he just wants to see some teenagers get naked.
“This is where the two of you come in, and I only thought of this over the weekend, otherwise I would have called you. Kevin, you’ve shown yourself to be resourceful and mature, and except for the few problems of last week caused by students which I understand happen at virtually every school, the first week went fairly well with student acceptance having a total reversal from its rejection of last term. I know that much of that is your doing. Some of my teachers report that they’ve heard many students talking about the Program in positive terms, in fact.
“Denise, by agreeing to participate despite your medical condition and your clearly valid exemption, you showed a level of bravery and trust unusual in a teenager. You could have opted out and we wouldn’t have penalized you...”
Merotta stepped forward. “Dr Fletcher, I’m warn...”
“STOP, Mr Merotta ... no penalties despite the threats from the feds. So I thought of this role in our implementation of the Program, if you would consider it. Peer Counselors. In addition to our Guardian corps, a Counselor would provide moral support and advice to the new group and help them to adjust where needed. The two of you have shown extraordinary levels of empathy and support for your Program peers, even for other students, that make me feel that you two would be perfect role models. And your judgment, both of yours, is so sound that you would have the full trust and support of the entire school staff.”
Denise had blushed the prettiest shade of pink I have ever seen.
“So there it is. I’ve never had the privilege of meeting two teens, hell, people as courageous, selfless, and thoughtful as the two of you, the way you both came forward... yes, Denise, I know what you did in Psych and Kevin in other situations... came forward in a pinch when you could have stayed in the shadows. So please, your school and I would be honored if you’d accept.”
I looked at Denise. She whispered in my ear, “This is so freakin’ weird, but I’d do it if you do...”
“Dr Fletcher, this is a signal honor and I don’t know if we could meet your expectations...”
“Hell, Kevin, I myself don’t even know what my expectations are. This is something we’ll both be learning. But I know that the two of you have good instincts to do not only the right thing, but do it in a way that your peers respect. Kevin, I’ve heard you referred to as a ‘super-hero’ and many other complimentary things, and Denise, you don’t know this but you have a peer following who think you are the bravest girl they could imagine. Someone even said you’re like Wonder Woman.”
Now Denise was holding her face in her hands. “No. Not me,” she whispered.
“Well, no super-powers, but a strong and forceful personality, my dear.”
“Sir, Denise said she’d do it if I would, so I agree.”
“Wonderful!” he exclaimed as he came around the desk to clasp our hands. “I’m looking forward to see how our partnership develops.”
I noticed Merotta looking very unhappy; he had seated himself the last time Fletcher shut him up. I had recognized his tactic of remaining standing to try to assert superiority over the seated group and his seating himself showed that he realized the tactic had failed.
Fletcher was continuing. “I delayed calling the week’s Program students because I hoped that we could begin your work with this new group. As usual, most or all will be anxious or frightened and I hope that your being here will help their acceptance. Just use your instincts and let’s see if this will be a home run and not a strike-out. I’d even accept a single...” he mused to himself.
“Sylvia, call the Program group, please,” he said to the squawk box, which squawked back in response.
I really gotta ask him how he knows what it said, I reminded myself.
Soon a bunch of unhappy kids came trundling in. A few looked at Denise and me in surprise and I recognized two from some of our classes. Must be the juniors.
One of the older-looking kids said, “It’s you!”
Another, “You did it last week. Why...”
Fletcher cleared his throat. Hmmm. I gotta learn that trick. Adults in authority use it very effectively.
“Students, I won’t insult you by telling you why you’re here, but Miss Roberts and Mr Coris aren’t in your Program group this week. We’re doing something completely new and never tried anywhere before. They will serve you as your peer Counselors. You know that you’ll have assigned Guardians whom you’ll meet soon, and you saw last week how the Guardians will protect you from abusers. We want you to think of the Counselors as people you can go to for advice and help for any difficulties you may have while in the Program. You know that both of them had valid medical reasons to completely avoid participating in the Program; in fact it was Mr Coris who provided the legal proofs that the two of them were entitled to be exempted, yet both of them courageously went ahead and participated even with their medical limitations.
“So they have shown their support both for the principles of the Program and their empathy for the others in their group. If they could do it, and they voluntarily chose to do it despite their exemptions, then probably most everyone else in the school can as well. Are there any questions?”
A girl raised her hand. “What do they do for us?”
“Help you get over any problems that you feel the Program is causing. They can’t change a rule, but they can show you how to be comfortable within the requirements of that rule, for example.”
Another girl spoke, with a British accent. “Um, my parents sent a letter that I can’t participate. I don’t know why I was called.”
“There aren’t exceptions except for documented medical reasons.”
“I’m from the U.K. and my father is here for a year’s sabbatical at the uni. He told me that as a foreign national, I’m not subject to the U.S. laws like the Program laws.”
I raised my hand. “Sir, she’s likely correct. There are also exemptions for diplomatic status and international treaty requirements; foreign governments take a dim view of their nationals receiving treatment which they may find objectionable.”
Merotta spoke up, “Only for diplomatic personnel.”
“Foreign citizens in a host country have certain rights that they bring with them to their host country,” I commented. “My mother was a State Department diplomat and I saw how those rights worked first-hand. For example, they can’t be forced to pay income taxes on their non U.S. income the way U.S. citizens can. Same thing with personal rights, I’m sure. What’s your name. Miss?”
“Gillian Stewart, sir.”
“Gillian, I’m not old enough to be a sir, if you please.” A few nervous giggles. “If you had the choice, would you participate if it were voluntary?”
“I don’t know... I heard that last year it was horrible, blokes had to do dreadful things. But last week it was, well, calm? But I couldn’t do anything because Mum told me that she didn’t want me doing it.”
“Sir?” I asked Fletcher, “this may be a real problem. I don’t want to stick my neck out, but the school might get in hot water and could possibly precipitate a diplomatic incident, if you were to force anything here. I suggest you get legal advice, preferably from the State Department, on this. Even if she and her parents agree. I’ve seen some pretty nasty tiffs start when governments have to correct a problem created by a local jurisdiction and you don’t want to be in the middle.”
“Good advice, son. Students, that’s an example of what I intend the Counselors to do.”
They were all looking at me in awe now. Oh shit, don't need any more adulation. Merotta was staring daggers at me. Yes! Screw him!
“Miss Stewart, I’ll do some checking. If you are eligible to participate, which I doubt since you’ll only be here for this year anyway, I’ll contact your parents. If you want to participate voluntarily and your parents agree, we can make arrangements. But for this week now, you’re excused. You are a sophomore, correct? Thank you. See the secretary for a pass. Thank you.”
She turned and left and Fletcher intercomed Mrs Maples to have a backup sophomore girl called and one soon appeared looking confused. She began crying when she was told why she was there. Denise took her aside and I heard her explaining everything she had missed. Fletcher was still answering questions, all basic ones, while Denise was talking.
“But I’m scared,” she wailed when Denise finished.
One of the other girls went over to the two of them. She was a tiny girl, shorter than five feet tall, and held the other girl as the three talked together. I heard the short girl tell the sophomore what Denise had done to overcome her fears and participate in the Program and the sophomore’s eyes grew wide.
“Ooooh. You’re that Denise? Oh wow. You were so brave, I wish I could be that brave.”
Meanwhile, Fletcher called for the group to strip and the room became dead quiet. One of the older boys and two older girls slowly began disrobing, then two other boys followed reluctantly. The fourth boy was staring as if in a trance. He looked like a freshman, so, so, young and vulnerable. I went over to him and spoke.
“Hey man, you ok? It ain’t as bad as it looks, and my mates last week had a ball, literally balled, get it?”
He looked at me doubtfully.
I went on. “You know, I didn’t think I could do it either when I first heard. I have this medical problem, as you heard. But when I saw my mates naked in the lunchroom the first day, I only wanted to join them and get naked with them to give them support. It’s a bonding thing. Let’s get your partner.”
I signaled to Denise to tell the little girl to come over and Denise brought her over, towing the sophomore along.
Denise said, “This is Kimberly Sommer (the freshman) and Janice Braynton (the sophomore).”
The boy said, “I’m Adam Winters, a freshie.”
“Kimberly, why don’t you help Adam out of his clothes and he’ll help you. Take turns. It’s fun,” Denise said.
They hesitated and looked away from each other. Little Kimberly looked at me with sad, doe eyes. I had a thought. An inspiration.
“Let’s try this. I’ll take off my shirt. Then the two of you take off yours, ok?”
Denise shot me a look of uncertainty and I winked at her.
“Let’s do it. Go.” I slipped my shirt off. They stripped their shirts off.
Denise shook her head like she was shaking off water like a dog does; a quick shiver, and she whispered in Janice’s ear.
Janice squeaked, “Really? You will? Oh my! Yeah....” and trailed off as Denise took her shirt off followed, very slowly, by Janice.
Denise took off her shirt too? Denise took off her shirt too! She did. I was flabbergasted.
She looked at me. “Close your mouth, you’re catching flies. What’s good for the gander, you know...” and winked at me! WOW!
I turned back to my two charges. “Now the bottoms,” and slid mine off, followed by the others and Denise leading Janice, whose eyes were still dripping tears.
Denise whispered to her, “Doing fine, Janice.”
“Um, gotta problem now, guys. I think I forgot an underwear item when I dressed this morning,” and cupped my imaginary breasts and jiggled them. That broke a little ice and got some really good laughs.
Denise came to the rescue, “But I didn’t. Bras off now, guys, ok?” and she slipped hers off as she spoke. Wow. This is surreal. We’re not in the Program but we’re in the Program anyway? It’s a dream! Gotta be that dream and I’m still in it...
“Ok, now guys, big step here. Down they go,” and I dropped my tights. Denise slid her undies down, and then the others followed. Denise wrapped Janice in a big hug and kissed her while I took Kimberly’s hands and put them in Adam’s and whispered, “Talk to each other now.”
“Now you’re my hero, Janice. See what you did? Come meet your partner now. Kevin?”
She took Janice by one hand and I the other and we led her to the boy who was standing alone, uncertainly, not knowing where to look, the older two sets of kids having paired into juniors and seniors, it would seem.
“You are?” I asked him.
“Um. Jeremy. Jeremy Carter.”
“Hello, Jeremy. This is how Program kids like to be greeted,” I said and whispered in Denise’s ear, telling her to give him a hug.
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on his cheek. I noticed that she pressed her tits lightly into his chest and he groaned but tentatively returned the hug.
“Kiss me too, Jeremy,” she urged, and he did. Ah. Inspiration struck again.
“Janice, I’ll show you how to greet your Program partner and your Program buddies too,” and I pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her lips and mashing her tits tightly against my chest while I pressed my erection into her belly, leaving a smear of precum there as I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass cheeks. Wow, so firm and full. She groaned, then sighed and held onto me tightly.
She was a luscious handful, was Janice. Medium tall, maybe 5'7" and blonde. Her C-cup tits rode high on her chest and were widely separated with an inch or more of flat chest between the orbs. Her nipples stuck out, long, pointy, and hard, topping crinkled areolas shaped like little cones. Her nipples also didn’t point straight forward but looked slightly up and out. A very sensual effect. Below her tits her lower rib cage was clearly defined, her navel was set in a cute tummy that pooched out a tiny bit and sloped down to her mons, which flared out from a slit flanked by soft, puffy flesh, like little pillows, on either side. Above her slit was a shaved patch of pubic hair about an inch wide that enhanced and accentuated her pubis. Her body was a wet dream and I told her so. She blushed and looked down. I lifted her chin, kissed her lips gently, and she sighed again.
“You have a stunning body, Janice; the other girls will be so jealous and the guys will be fighting to meet you. Before that, though, you need to each meet your partner, Janice and Jeremy. I like that, you have lovely names and they match. Go ahead, give your partner your Program greeting. a nice hug, nice and tight, feel each other’s bodies, snuggle together and get to know each other, you’ll be spending a lot of time together and some of it will be intimate. I envy the fun you’ll have this week, too.”
They moved into each other’s arms and hugged. I stood behind Janice and Denise behind Jeremy and we pushed them together really tightly as I tried to pull Denise to me. The two kids then began kissing each other’s cheeks; those kisses lingered and then suddenly became a lip-to-lip kiss.
I decided to practice my new skill and cleared my throat. All movement in the room stopped. Wow, it worked! Way cool!
Giving Denise a nonverbal cue to move toward the freshmen, I said, “Ok, now everyone, everyone in this room—uh except some really old people—are all Program buddies and need to get the Program greeting. Nice tight hugs and real kisses, that’s what makes it all worth it. When someone needs support, this is what you do, you give them your support. If you’re threatened by bad thoughts, hug and kiss your buddy. Or your partner too. Give them a hug and kiss the way you need it, do it with a full body press. You can use your hands to stroke if your buddy wants, too. This is how you keep the demons away. Give your strong emotional support and you can be a hero to your buddies. Everyone, now, it’s greet your buddy time.”
Everyone was looking at me wide-eyed as I strode over to the senior girl, a slightly chubby girl but quite cute, of medium height, double D tits that drooped a little, and a full bush, and wrapped her in a tight embrace, kissing her firmly and mashing my pelvis into hers. Then I pulled back a bit, said “Kevin Coris, welcome, dear buddy,” and kissed her again.
She blushed and murmured, “Uh, likewise, I think. I’m Melanie Gerster.”
“Pretty name, Melanie,” and I turned to her partner, shook his hand, and pulled him into a Continental male hug and kiss.
“Whoa, man,” he muttered as he tried to pull away but I held him.
“This is the way guys greet each other in much of the Western world, and I grew up doing it lots. You can do guy-to-guy greetings this way too if you want, or just shake hands. But you boys, you need to make a real connection with your guy buddies, also, and the guy hugs are really special. Start a new trend. This’ll show you’re brothers. I’m Kevin, ok? and welcome to the real world. Your name, bro?”
“Ahhh. Kyle Akers. This is goin’ way too fast...”
“Not fast enough. You’ll see ‘fast’ when you get out in the halls.”
I pulled the senior couple together to make them embrace as I went to the juniors and looked at how they were embracing.
“Hey guys. Connect. It’s not your mom you’re hugging. You guys look way better, naked like this, than you did in classes last week. Clothes are just plain ugly.”
The two chuckled a bit uncertainly.
I took the girl, a slender 5'4" chick with B breasts, shaved pussy, and a real great bubble butt, into my arms and hugged and kissed her with passion and she almost swooned. Just kidding. But I did grind myself into her and rub her wonderful ass and tits a bit and she moaned.
“Sweetie, I’m Kevin and it’s wonderful to hold your awesome body and welcome you to the most exclusive club in this fair high school,” I murmured in her ear.
She wiggled her cute butt and pushed her groin into me and giggled, “Oh, my. What a cool pickup line! I’m Wendy Burrows and I’ve been crushing on you for the last two weeks!”
“Sorry, doll, taken, but your partner is a very lucky guy. I’ll greet him and then make sure you greet him the way you greeted me just now, ok?” and I kissed her again.
I turned and hugged the guy; his name was Mitchell Jones, and then got the two together again and made sure that they were grinding themselves on each other nicely. He had a great body too and they made a handsome pair. His cock was so hard it was sticking up almost vertically.
Denise was working the other side of the room and gradually we got all of the combinations of boys and girls to hug each other, many with a lot of passion.
Merotta looked like he had been poleaxed and Fletcher was looking bemused. As the mutual hug-fest drew to a close, he issued the final instructions and Denise and I led our troops out into the hall as the bell rang. What timing. Actually I found out later that Fletcher had delayed the bell until we were done in there. Shucks.
The kids were all red-faced and were totally and completely turned on; cocks were rigid and oozing precum and some pussies were dripping; I saw the juices running down Janice’s thighs and grinned. I expected that every single one of them would need relief after that hugging session. The Guardians took over and escorted our former charges off to their classes and I saw some couples being stopped for their first no-touch Requests. We stepped back into the office and Denise just about leaped into my arms. Mmmm. Naked skin. Feels real nice.
“Ohmygod. Mygod, mygod. My super-stud hero is a genius too,” and gave me a toe-curling kiss.
“Let’s get our clothes, dearest,” I said. “You were incredible, the way you picked up on what I was doing. I could have never carried that off without you; you’re the perfect teammate.”
We went back into Fletcher’s office and noticed that Merotta had somehow slipped out without our noticing him. Fletcher was on the phone but hung up when we walked back in and saw us looking around curiously.
“He left using the back door. The next door over leads to some other offices and to the staff parking. People, I’m totally, absolutely hornswacked at what you just did. I studied educational psychology—that’s my doctorate—and I’ve never heard of any technique that got a group of anxious, scared people so totally wrapped up in an activity that they totally forgot why they were frightened. What an amazing performance. It also scared the britches off our federal official. I think he sees the end of the Program as he knows it after the two of you showed how you could turn a scarey experience into an erotic one. I have a million questions—no, more than that. I know you couldn’t have prepared for how you handled that group. And you worked together like a practiced team; it was amazing to watch...”
He was rambling on and I had to interrupt. “Sir, you said, first of all, to use our instincts. The two of us knew from experience what those kids were feeling. We didn’t have to consult each other—not that much, anyway; a glance did it—to know what we would have wanted under the same circumstances. Emotional support. Someone who cared for us. I realized that I could do that myself through empathic support and realized that if I, someone who had the rep of not being naked in the Program because I had an exemption, if I showed that even I could sacrifice and strip with them to prove that there wasn’t anything to fear, I could get the reluctant kids to strip. Recall when we first met? I said that there were many ways of exerting persuasion. Abover’s method was by using intimidation and force. That leaves psychic scars. Mine uses empathy and behavior-modeling. That results in positive emotions.
“I realized that the next problem would be finding a way to transfer the emotional attachment that Denise and I had created by doing our sympathetic stripping with them. We had formed a bond, one of a shared experience of becoming naked together—that’s incredibly intimate, too, for a shy kid—but that bond would be lost when they left here. I couldn’t leave them without another person to bond to and the new bond had to be made with someone who shared an experience with them that was stronger than just simply undressing together. It had to have very strong emotional content.
“You yourself identified the link to the students’ emotions that I used, when you mentioned ‘scarey experience.’ I know that amusement park operators use scarey stimuli, rides and haunted houses and stuff, to use those scares to get an emotional high. That high turns a lot of people on and some even get off sexually on those stimuli. I realized that I could do exactly the same thing, use their aroused emotional state to direct it into a sexually stimulated state, and use that to transfer my role as a proxy for their overcoming their reluctance to the people whom they would be intimately involved with during the week. So having the idea for doing the group hugging stuff was actually an easy step, and those very sexualized hugs created an instant bond among the group; I imagine those kids will be lifelong friends after this week. It’s a new tradition—the naked Program greeting; I’m kind of proud of the idea. Denise sensed what I was doing and simply supported my ideas and added hers, allowing it to build to what you witnessed.”
He sighed. “That was about the best demonstration of practical and applied psychology that I’ve ever seen, let even heard of, and your explanation is worthy of a graduate-level psych student too. Are you SURE you’re ‘just’ a high-school student? I know, don’t object, you’re too damned modest to boot, and I meant that off-color word and no apologies for using it, either. I sensed that you guys were the proper choice for the Counselor positions. Now I know that I made the right choice. Thanks. Oh, and there’s another burning question. How come the two of you...”
I raised my hand. “I know. Why did we refuse to strip last week but we’re doing it today?” He nodded. “Last week we were faced with a total unknown. For Denise, her psychological problems also manifested themselves physically and recalled her sexual abuse; the Program was for her a continuation of that abuse and to preserve her health, she had to be exempted. She was actually getting close to recovery but moving way too slowly and when she began receiving the appropriate therapy, she took some major steps toward healing. Denise, how far do you think you’ve come toward recovery? Better than halfway?”
“Way more, Kevin. More like 75 percent.”
“As far as today, she wasn’t faced with the prospect of any abuse here, or reminders of her abuse, and could open up to help the kids overcome their fears. She understood those kids’ fears way better than you or I could ever imagine. Am I right, honey?”
“Absolutely. And Dr Fletcher, Kevin had—still has a physical problem. He had a major injury to his groin a few years ago that caused him to have severe pain down there, pain that got so bad if he became stimulated, he could pass out. Clearly he couldn’t participate in the Program with that injury. But he found a doctor here who figured out the likely cause of that pain, and Kevin’s therapy seems to be working too. He still has the pain, but it’s more bearable now. It was his empathy for the suffering he saw in today’s group of kids that made him want to show them that it was ok to get naked, even if it meant accepting some pain—whether it be physical as in his case or psychological as in theirs. Kevin has a very poorly developed sense of self-preservation, I’ve learned. He tends to put other people’s feelings before his own. Am I right, Kevin?”
“Exactly right. So does that answer your question, sir? The nudity last week and this week are from two different universes.”
“Again I say, the two of you are extremely impressive; that was a thoughtful and well-reasoned explanation. Listen, I almost forgot. I think I’m going to switch your lunch and gym periods around so your lunches will match with the freshman and sophomore partners. I think they’ll need your help during that time, ok? Just go to gym for the fourth period from now on. Now you both need to get to class, but I do owe the two of you plenty. Please don’t see me to collect until after you graduate, though. I don’t think my heart would be able to take it.”
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