Naked in School-Kevin and Denise
“So how do you want to work it with the kimonos, lover?” Denise asked me as we pulled into the student parking area on Tuesday morning.
“So today is a partial touching day,” I mused, “I wonder how much emotional support our kids will need. Tomorrow will be the worst of the week, that’s how it was for Sarah, Barbara, and Jane last week. How about we change at our lockers before home room? We can leave our clothes there. Tomorrow we may be needed out front when they strip and have the groping begin so we could change out here.”
“Yeah, that’ll work. Oh, look; the crowd’s gathering.”
We pushed our way through the circle of kids surrounding the Program group as they stripped. They had decided to do a round-robin strip; that was so cute. They alternated boy-girl in a circle; each boy removed an article of clothing from the girl to his right and the girl removed one of his; then they switched and turned to their opposite sides and repeated with the next garment. There was lots of laughing and touching going on and the senior girl, Melanie, even gave Kyle a quick blow job before everyone went into the building.
We arrived at our lockers.
“Now you’re sure you want to do this?” I asked Denise as we opened our lockers.
She took a deep breath. “Let’s do it!”
The two of us quickly stripped; we were only wearing loose warm-up pants and tops so it only took seconds before we had the kimonos on. No one was paying any attention to us; they were all trying to get close to the Program kids as they headed to their lockers. We had our kimonos on and were heading for our home room before anyone noticed.
On the way there, it was a different story. Kids stopped and stared at us, thunderstruck, and most gaped, openmouthed, as we swept regally past them. Two kids did manage to collect their thoughts to ask if we were some kind of promotion for a theater event or something. I was absolutely loving the effect that Denise was having on the boys. There was a long line of boys following her, actually us, but who was watching me?—as if she were towing them behind her with a rope.
We got to our room and slipped into our seats quietly without causing a stir. The room gradually filled up as the kids walked in, shooting curious glances at us. Sitting down, it looked like we were wearing these odd-looking tops, but nothing special. Soon the announcements began, and Fletcher began speaking about the student advisory body, that the school staff had interviewed the final candidates and the group members were mostly identified. The group would consist of two students from each grade and a number of “at-large” members for a total of fifteen students.
Fletcher finished his announcements by instructing the home room teachers to notify those students in their home rooms who had been selected for the group to leave their classrooms and go to the room where he would meet with them.
Denise and I were astounded when our teacher opened an envelope and then looked up at us.
“Kevin and Denise, you’re on the advisory group list. You’re excused.”
We looked at each other in shock, but the greatest shock was to the class when we stood to pick up our backpacks. The classroom exploded in noise; whistles and shouts rang out as we dashed out the door, leaving behind a thoroughly bemused teacher and a stunned group of students.
Denise grabbed my arm as we hurried along. “What’s this all about? We didn’t sign up and we weren’t interviewed. This is crazy!”
“It is indeed. We’ll see when we get there, darling.”
When we walked into the classroom where the group was meeting, we created another sensation.
We were greeted by shouts and people clamored, “Hey, guys, what’s with the getup?” “Wow, cool threads!” “Woooo, seeexxyyy!” and other comments, too.
We saw a few familiar people. From the first Program group, Sarah Parr was there, but not Andrew. Also, Barbara and Nelson. There were a few people from our website committee; they had done the Program in the spring, and some of the rest were Guardians we knew.
Barbara ran over to us. “My god, you guys, what are you wearing? That’s the hottest outfit I’ve ever seen. Hey, I love the Program greeting idea you started; we’re Program buddies, so can you do that with me?”
Nelson had come over too. “And me, too, guys. That greeting thing is cool.”
“The greeting is the reason for the kimonos,” Denise said. “I’ll demonstrate,” and she dropped it off her shoulders and, now naked, she embraced Nelson. “Nelson, buddy, you’re overdressed, you know,” she chuckled.
I dropped my jacket on a chair and embraced Barbara. “Yeah, these clothes need to go too, kid.”
They quickly stripped and we resumed the “official” greeting embrace and kiss. The other kids around us were watching bugeyed when Fletcher came in and looked around.
“Ah, I see that Denise and Kevin are initiating the ignorant,” he remarked. “I understand that this is to be the way Program participants, and apparently veterans, are to greet each other now. So anyone, feel free to join in if you’re so inclined. I’ve been told by an astute psychologist, who happens to be present in this room, that it’s a wonderful way to build camaraderie.”
Heads swivelled around looking for a psychologist, and then I realized Fletcher was referring to me.
About half of the group had shed their clothing and were now embracing and kissing others. Way cool.
He continued, “You can continue your greetings while I’m talking, guys. Almost everyone in the advisors group is here except for the two freshman reps. One is still making up her mind and we’ve haven’t finished interviewing all the boy nominees yet. The ‘at-large’ members were chosen from students who have some leadership role at school and that’s why...” he named several kids, “... are here from the student council and varsity sports. I’ve also created another special Program student position. The first people to fill the positions of student Program Counselors are Denise and Kevin, the role of the position is to provide moral support to the students in their Program week. You’ve already seen the results of their ideas here in this room and I must say I approve of how the Program is working now that we’re adopted Denise and Kevin’s suggestions.”
There was a murmur of agreement from the group, who had mostly finished with their hugs, and still naked, had seated themselves to listen.
“Oh,” Fletcher laughed, “the psychologist I mentioned—Kevin seems to have a natural grasp of human nature. You probably know of his rep in the school already...” loud laughing, “... and he’s already psyched me out too...” more laughing, “...so that’s why I’ve deliberately and deeply embarrassed him by making what he’s done into such a big deal. Back at ya, Kevin! Payback time.”
“Dr Fletcher, is that—the counselors, that is—why they were wearing those things?” a girl asked.
“What things?” Fletcher said uncertainly. “What do you mean?”
Denise rose, slipped on her kimono, and turned around in a full circle modeling it. “Yesterday we found ourselves in a few situations where being naked with our Program kids gave them a huge confidence boost. But all the repeated undressing and dressing that we were doing was a real pain, so I thought of this. Also, Kevin and I were getting Reasonable Requests and even though the green armbands were a possibility for us to wear, wearing those was more for Program volunteers. The kimono is so distinctive and easy to slip off that I thought it was a good solution.”
Fletcher was shaking his head. “That’s... well, you’ve done it again, guys. You never cease to amaze me. What do you think, Advisors? Shall we declare that the red kimono is the official Program Counselor uniform?”
Cheers rang out in the room. Denise blushed. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
“Ok, then. We need to discuss why I called you all together here and we’ll try to finish before the end of home room period. First, I assume you’re all comfortable with being on this committee...”
Fletcher went on to have each of us introduce ourselves and then began to outline the way he envisioned that the advisory body would work. He had a list of suggested duties and responsibilities for us to consider, and also a collection of facts that had been extracted from Request complaints to be used as examples of the fact-finding process in considering student questions about the interpretation of the Program rules. He ended the session by telling us that this room was to be our new home room. The advisor’s group would meet here every morning, sometimes with him and other times with an assistant principal or a teacher counselor. And at tomorrow’s meeting he wanted us to select a chairperson for the group.
The meeting began to break up and Fletcher left the room, giving Denise and me a “thumbs-up” sign and a wry grin as he went through the door. I slipped on my kimono while a number of kids surrounded us asking all kinds of questions—about stuff they had heard about the Monday morning Program intro in Fletcher’s office where Denise and I had invented the Program greeting to wild rumors of crazy sex acts during relief times. Denise and I tried to play dumb. I’m good at that; I’ve mentioned that before, I think.
The rest of the morning went normally, if you count being the center of attention of the entire school during class change times being normal. Hell, it appeared that people were going way out of their way to catch a glimpse of us; Denise and I were laughing at the idea that we had drawn so many kids away from the naked participants that they must be feeling lonely. True; last week we could hear calls of “Reasonable Request” floating down the halls during the class change times. Today we didn’t hear it. Be interesting to hear from the kids at lunch how their morning went.
So Biology and Calculus passed without anything of note happening apart from the stir that our odd garb caused. Our biology teacher, Mrs Payton, eyed us thoughtfully—a “use them for a demo” thoughtfully—but then must have realized we weren’t in the Program now and just went on with her lesson.
Health class was kinda weird today. Miss Stevens passed out a page listing the demonstrations that she planned for the sexuality unit. Many demos appeared to involve some form of penetration of the girl—using medical devices like examination tools and even a video probe, or a boy’s or girl’s fingers. Stevens was really pushing the idea that the live demos were crucial for proper learning and the reasons she gave were so contrived, like seeing it happen a few feet away would make a powerful and unforgettable impression or that it would sexually stimulate the student viewer and therefore the student would learn about his own sexuality—reasons like that. Huh. So now it’s an educational objective to teach someone how to be a voyeur?
Obviously my protests about penetrating activities from last week had emboldened at least some of the students in the class, since a few began to object, saying that no one, even on the Program, could be made to take part in stuff like that. One girl raised her hand.
“Miss Stevens, last week you said you were going to have students demonstrate sex play with each other, even intercourse. It doesn’t look like anyone will volunteer. I wouldn’t, anyway. And in the Program rules it says students can’t be made to do a lot of the things you have on your list.”
Stevens answered that she hoped to get volunteers by giving participation credit but otherwise would use videos. Whatever. Like we couldn’t see the same stuff on internet porn sites. In fact I heard a boy a few seats over whisper, “This class isn’t ‘Health and Psychology,’ it’s ‘Health and Pornology.’”
He got that correct.
When we arrived in the lunchroom and went through the line, we found Kimberly waiting for us.
“The others are delayed a bit but should be here soon,” she said, and took us to the Program table whereupon she pulled my kimono off and climbed onto me for a hot embrace while Denise looked on in amusement. Then Kim grabbed Denise and hugged her; I was surprised and very much aroused when their kiss suddenly turned into a sensual tongue-wrestling session, however.
When they separated, the two girls looked at each other with expressions of surprise and a little embarrassment. Denise sat down next to me; she was flushed and breathing hard.
“What gives?” I whispered in her ear.
“Wow, I’m not sure. Kim is really hot. She whispered to me that she’s incredibly attracted to me. I’m not sure I’m interested in girls, though.”
“Hey, it’s not a big deal—the Program’s all about stretching your horizons. If you want to explore, go for it, honey.”
Then the others arrived at the table. After doing our special greetings, Adam told us that they were delayed because they had a Request dispute; a guy had insisted that he wanted to see Jeremy finger-fuck Janice’s cunt and they refused. Their reason was that they believed that a Request cannot compel a participant to do something to a third party, even if the third person was also in the Program. The two Guardians that they consulted agreed, but the guy insisted on doing a formal complaint, so they had to write up their side.
Denise mentioned that the two of us had been appointed to the advisor’s committee; that precipitated a flurry of suggestions about Program rules—about clarifications, interpretations, and limits on how teachers could use naked students for classroom demonstrations. Adam wondered about the educational value of having every member of their math class measure Kim’s breasts to calculate their volume.
“Well, some teachers do seem to get carried away with trying to use Program kids. Some like to exercise their power and some even like to humiliate them. I’m not sure how the advisors can deal with anything other than outright rules violations, though, like that crap with forced relief last year,” Denise reflected. “Maybe we can point out obvious teacher problems. We just got started so I don’t know how much leeway we’ll get in doing the advisory stuff. Anyway, so how were your mornings? Anything exciting happen?”
Jeremy laughed. “Exciting? Hell, I’ve been excited nonstop. My damned cock just won’t go down!”
“Yeah? It sure went down after I gave you relief in second period,” giggled Janice.
“Oh, man, that was a super BJ. Yeah, I loved that. Thanks again, doll,” he grinned at her.
Soon the hopeful gropers began materializing around the table calling for Requests, so Denise and I put our kimonos back on so we wouldn’t be a distraction. Well, I wasn’t, anyway. I think that Denise would be a distraction even if she were wearing an Eskimo parka, but then I’m biased. We hung around a bit, chatting with a Guardian and watching the Requests as the lunch period ended; then Kim came over to Denise and they whispered something to each other before Kim dashed off to her next class.
“What was that, sweetie?” I asked.
“Tell you later.”
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The news—incredible news—broke during our sixth period class.
We had arrived in our History classroom, hoping that we wouldn’t have another relief episode as draining (ha) as yesterday, and I was encouraged that Mrs Whitney was back; she’d have more control than the sub did yesterday. Wendy and Mitchell came in and Denise and I doffed our kimonos and did the Program greeting. Hell, Wendy really got me all hot again by grinding her body on mine.
While we kissed, pressed flesh to flesh, she murmured, “Kevin, Mitchell and I did the naughty yesterday and he was awesome. Not as good as you, but we fucked each other three times! Shit, his cock goes in soooo deep! I’m so sore now I told him he has to wait—uh, maybe till tonight, anyway. Thanks, lover boy,” and she squeezed my cock with a wink. “Maybe you could give me an encore later in the week?”
Holy shit, what a hot fox that girl is!
Then, ten minutes into the class, the announcement system crackled to life and Fletcher began speaking.
“Students and staff, we’ve just heard that a major news story concerning the national Program is breaking and a news conference from the office of the U.S. Attorney General will come on in just a minute. We’re connecting the video stream to the monitors in the classrooms and they should be coming on right now. Let’s begin.”
Our room monitor lit up and a network news studio appeared; the anchorperson was speaking.
“...bring you to the U.S. Justice Department in Washington for a statement from the attorney general about this major news development. Here’s Attorney General Minners.”
“Good afternoon, fellow American citizens. I’m here to report to you on an incredible event, a major success in fighting crime and identifying and ending a major breach of our country’s security committed by criminals operating within the halls of our government itself.
“Every listener is certainly aware of the national Naked in School Program that is in operation in most high schools in the country. The Department of Justice recently became aware of the operation of an international criminal organization, members of which had managed to infiltrate the offices of the Program administration and changed the Program’s operation, not significantly, but enough to achieve their nefarious goals.
“Federal law enforcement officials recently managed to penetrate the computer system that the organization was using to coordinate its activities and learned the details of its operations and were able to identify the people responsible, from its leaders to the people who carried out the criminal ring’s plans.
“Early this morning, in a series of simultaneous, coordinated raids, the U.S. Marshals Service, FBI, and local law enforcement agencies raided nine locations around the country and rescued 47 teenaged children who had been kidnaped during the past seventeen months.”
There was a huge gasp in the room and people were trying to hush the clamor so the speaker could be heard. Denise stumbled to my desk in shock; she was pale and trembling, and sat in my lap.
I embraced her and whispered, “It’s ok now, it’ll be fine; it’s all over and you’re safe.”
“... had all been participants in their school’s Naked in School Program and had disappeared either during their Program participation week or on the day prior to beginning their participation. Records seized by the U.S. Marshals Service and the FBI indicate that the criminals belonged to an international sex-trafficking cartel which was known to be involved in kidnaping children to be sold to the sex trade. Law enforcement officials have recovered all of the children who had been reported missing, they are now safe and have been placed in hospitals where their health is being evaluated. Many appear to have been mistreated and some are malnourished, but none have life-threatening injuries or conditions. An operation like this is unique in our nation’s history of fighting crime, but also unique was the failure of the government in preventing a situation like this from occurring in the first place and safeguarding agencies from being compromised by insiders.”
Denise gasped and looked at me wide-eyed; then began little jumps, up and down on my lap, as if she was trying to restrain herself while she was trying to pay attention to the monitor. She was whispering, “It was you, was you...”
“All of the individuals connected with this crime have been identified and most have been taken into custody. There are sixteen additional individuals whose whereabouts are unknown; most of them are apparently not U.S. citizens and border control officials have increased surveillance.
“Within the government Program agency, a number of employees have been arrested and are are being held for indictment for lesser crimes than kidnaping. These people were not part of the criminal ring and had no knowledge of the kidnaping plan, but they had improperly implemented procedures that violated the law that authorized the Program.
“We will provide further information about the rescued children and their condition as soon as we have details, but I want to remind you that they are all minors and their identities must be protected. Thank you. I can take a few questions. Over there, yes, Emily.”
“Emily Wittney, CPI News. You said that...”
The monitor turned off and Fletcher came on again.
“You just heard that fantastic news. We’re fortunate that there were no missing students from this school, but I am aware of a sophomore from Cedarwood High who disappeared last spring.” Cedarwood was only six miles away from us. “I truly hope that that student was among those who were found. This is wonderful news and let us rejoice in hearing it. That’s all; study hard.”
The room exploded in noise and Denise was now jumping up and down in my lap, hugging and kissing me.
“It was you! You did it! You found them!”
People were staring now.
“You’re a genius! You saved them! I love you!”
More people were staring.
Wendy exclaimed, “What did Kevin do? He saved who?”
I was trying to shush Denise and calm things down. Kind of difficult when you’re nude and sporting an erection caused by a gorgeous naked girl bouncing in your lap....
Crap. Denise is no dummy; her mind is probably sharper than mine. She’s either number one or two in the junior class, I think. She had just apparently recalled the very brief glimpse she had gotten of the postings that mentioned some disappeared students when I rang her last Thursday evening; that’s when I had asked her to look at the website data with me.
Denise was explaining, “I’m sure it was Kevin. He found information about some kids who went missing from some posts on that new website. He showed the posts to me but then he suddenly hung up on me like he didn’t want to keep talking to me about it. I’ll bet that was because he didn’t want to frighten me. Kevin, you did figure that all out, don’t lie!”
I shrugged. “Not a big deal. I just noticed something, is all.”
“YEEESSSSS!” she squealed and hugged me again.
During all this, Mrs Whitney was trying to get her class back under control and finally had sat down at her desk in defeat. Eventually a lull in the noise came and she took that as her opening.
“CLASS! I realize that this is very exciting news, but this is a history class. Maybe we can incorporate the lesson of how a single individual, working alone, brought about a major change in the history of that country. Anyone?”
A hand rose, “Um, Joan of Arc?”
“Very good. And what was her role?”
Clever teacher. Turning a classroom event into a teaching point.
After class ended, the kids milled around me as I put my kimono back on. Once again I had totally forgotten I was naked—and hell! so did everyone else! Wow, what a revelation! Nudity’s now a new normal. Cool alliteration, I like the sound of that.
“Kevin, if you figured out what was happening, how did the FBI get on it so quick? Anything the government does takes years,” Mitchell joked.
“Yeah, who’d you tell?” “Was Abover one of them?” “How’d you figure that out?”
The questions rained on me.
“It wasn’t only me. I may have had a small part. Mitchell could be right; maybe the feds have been investigating all along, even for a year, they’re so inefficient.”
There were grudging noises of assent. Maybe that should take a little of the heat off me, but I began wondering about the full picture. Well, I didn’t think I’d ever find out since the government’s so secretive about stuff like this.
During class change, the scene in the hallways was total chaos. Now that the news had been assimilated, the mood of the students was one of anger and resentment over how the Program could have been corrupted into a tool for a criminal activity. I think that if Abover were around, the kids might have tried to lynch him. Teachers were roaming the halls trying to soothe angry kids and calm flaring tempers. Some of the unsettlement continued into our last period, but by the end of the period, the students were mostly calm, and so were the halls as students left. Denise and I quickly dressed at our lockers and hurried to the front doors to see what was happening with the Program group.
As we walked to the doors, Denise grabbed my arm and stopped.
“Oh my god, Kevin! That kidnaping attempt Friday! Was that one of those kidnapings?”
“Absolutely not, I’m sure. Those were amateur criminal punks trying something really stupid. Even if they had grabbed someone, they couldn’t have gotten far. The cops were here a few minutes after you called 911, right?”
We had started walking out the doors.
“Yeah, I guess. God, that kidnaping news really rattled me.” Then she looked at the kids watching the Program group getting dressed. “Look. Everyone else is rattled, too.”
It was a quiet, respectful group of kids who had gathered around the Program kids as they dressed; they applauded them, and after everyone was dressed, moved among them to embrace them and thank them for their participating in the Program.
Incredible; a sea change in the Program is occurring, at least at my school, even as I’m watching.
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