Roger and Cynthia - Naked in School

by Ndenyal

Chapter 10

On Sunday morning, the twins and Ayame woke early and got ready for the drive to the music festival. As they had arranged Saturday, they stopped at Ayame’s new school friend’s home to pick her up together with the other girl who was going with them. When they arrived, the two girls emerged from the house. Ayame’s friend introduced herself to the twins.

“Hi, I’m Michelle. My Japanese name is really Misuko but I’ve adopted an American name,” Ayame’s friend said. “And this is Devin; she’s in a few of my classes and guess what?—she speaks Japanese too. She was born on Okinawa; her mom is Japanese and her dad is a Marine.”

Cynthia greeted them and Roger said, “I wonder just how many kids in the school speak Japanese? I know lots of Marine families spent tours there the way ours did. Michelle, you speak English really well, you know.”

“Oh, thank you,” she said. “Chichi—ah, daddy, he went to graduate school in America and I actually was born here but grew up in Japan. Daddy’s company always had plans to eventually send him here so he had me learn English while I was growing up.”

“What do you guys think of the Program, anyway?” Cynthia asked.

“Oh, it’s an awful idea. My parents hate it too,” Michelle said.

“Yes—and mine told me that they won’t allow my participation either because of the general’s order and also that it’s not right,” Devin added. “Michelle, would you refuse—I guess it’s will you refuse when they call you?”

“Yes, if the military kids can refuse, I don’t see why I can’t refuse too. If they don’t let me graduate, I can still go to school back in Japan. Both my uncles live there and one is a college professor, too.”

Soon they arrived at the music festival site and met the others from their group. About a third of the kids wanted to watch the Japanese bands and the others wanted to see some of the other groups perform.

“Ayame, how will we find you?” Cynthia asked.

Roger pulled out his cell phone. “Hey, here’s how. There’s this app I found. It’s ‘GPS Find Me.’ Ayame, can you put an app on your phone?”

“Oh, yes,” she giggled as she pulled her tiny phone out; it was hanging from a cord around her neck. “Remember this cute little phone? Let me look for it. GPS Find... ah, here.”

She found the app, installed it, and started it up.

“Okay, next you need to register it so your position can be located.” Roger told her. “Just use your name for your id.”

She set that up.

“Now go to the ‘Live Position’ screen and activate it... Cool,” Roger said. “I see your location on my screen now. And here’s how to find me.”

He showed her the setting. “We can text each other when we want to meet, now, and we’ll know where each other is at.”

The groups parted as Ayame’s friends cooed and fussed over her tiny cell phone. Roger and Cynthia joined their other friends and went off to the shows they wanted to see. All too soon the afternoon concerts were drawing to a close. Roger didn’t want to stay too late because of his early practice session on Monday, so he pulled out his cell phone and looked for Ayame’s location; she was at the opposite side of the festival grounds area. He and Cynthia followed the phone app’s directions as they made their way to her location.

“My goodness,” Ayame said when she saw them walking up to her, “that really works. It’s so crowded here. I’m glad that you knew about that app.”

“There are a few of these locating apps, but I like this one, and best of all, it’s free,” Roger grinned.

The group returned to their car and started home.

“You guys enjoy?” Cynthia asked the girls.

“Yeah, the bands were cool. We got to see a lot of acts, too. Thanks for taking us!” Devin exclaimed.

“Thank you for telling me about this,” Ayame told Michelle. “I had lots of fun there.”

“Ugh,” Michelle commented. “Tomorrow they pick another Program group. I can see that I’m going to be hating Mondays for the next year, too. Maybe they won’t bother me since I’m registered in school as a foreign student.”

“That’s how Ayame is, also. But I think she’s not even really registered, since she’s already graduated. She’s just taking some classes here,” Cynthia commented. “I wish that there was some kind of way we could find out more about how kids are dealing with the Program in their schools. We can’t be the only ones who are putting up such a fight against the Program.”

“I just thought of the blogs and forums that are under the ‘military brat’ category,” Roger broke in. “Remember, Cyn, when we came to Pendleton, you found those sites where people—kids too—posted their experiences growing up as a military kid?”

“Right, Rog. Say, maybe they talk about the Program on those sites?”

“That’s my thought. Since the sites aren’t about the Program, and high school kids don’t go to those sites, maybe the feds don’t keep such close track of them. One of the guys on the U.S. Judo Team was telling me of a group he’s part of—they blog but don’t want outsiders, so they turned off search engine access so those blogs aren’t on search indexes. Maybe that’s why you didn’t get any search results, Cindy.”

“Wow. Cool idea, Rog. Yeah, let’s try looking for stuff like that.”

The other girls suggested that other high-school kids might be doing similar blogs and keeping off the federal radar that way, so they said they’d do some hunting and see what turned up.


At the twins’ home after dinner, the three kids sat down to hunt through the kinds of sites that Roger had suggested. There were plenty of military life stories on blogs mostly written by grownups who grew up with parents in the military. They went through over a hundred sites with no results. Some were forums and those too yielded nothing.

Cynthia leaned back from her work. “This way isn’t getting us anywhere. I’m gonna try getting on a few likely forums and posting a question asking if they know blog sites by high school kids that discuss problems in changing schools. That will hide what we’re looking for but may get us some leads.”

“Good idea, Cyn. Hey, maybe you should set up a different email address to use so you don’t give your regular one,” Roger commented.

“Yeah. You’re right. Okay, let me do that first.”

Ayame looked up from her reading. “I too have idea. In my high school we had a group, it’s gakusei-jichi-kai—eeh, self-government student organization...”

Roger interjected, “Yeah, student councils.”

“Yes, that’s it. Every school did. Here too?”

“Here too,” Cynthia agreed.

“So couldn’t the people in your school’s government contact other school government people? In Japan we had intergovernment councils too.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Ayame! And I know someone on our school council; Danielle, she’s a junior on our basketball team. Let me text her,” Cynthia exclaimed.

Two minutes later, Cynthia got a return text.

“Danielle said I should call her now,” she said and dialed her number.

“Danielle, I’ve been talking with my brother and cousin about getting more info about how kids are dealing with the Program in their schools, and my cousin mentioned how in Japan their councils can talk about what happens at their own schools. Couldn’t you guys on the council discuss the Program with other student councils?”

“Cindy, yeah, that would be great to do. But at January’s council meeting, Davis and Cirota told us that when the Program started at our school, if we were still on the council, there were privacy rules that applied to us and that all council members were absolutely forbidden to discuss Program matters with people from other schools. They told us that the fed Program office had a rule against councils communicating anything about the Program at their schools either officially or unofficially. Everyone was totally annoyed to hear that and after the meeting, some of us were talking about making unofficial contacts with other schools anyway using the council’s listserv to get contact info. We figured that no one would find out.”

Cynthia remarked, “Sure, that would work, no one needs to know about private contacts.”

“Yeah, so that’s what we thought too. But one guy, he’s the soph rep, said he has a step-sister in LA who told him about a girl in her school who was excused from doing the Program. No one knew how she got out of it and then someone found out that she ratted out some council members who were doing just that—discussing the Program at their schools—and she had exchanged that info for a Program excuse. The kids involved were given extended times in the Program as punishment. So nobody on student councils would be willing to give info now; they’d be afraid of a set-up or being ratted out, I think.”

“Oh, well, I suppose you’re right. Well, it was a thought. Shit, there must be some way for kids to exchange ideas and suggestions for coping with Program problems,” Cynthia mused.

“Well, if you guys can think of something, please let me know,” Danielle said. “I’ll need every suggestion I can get to keep sane when it’s my time in the Program.”

“Okay, thanks, Danielle,” Cynthia said. “See ya around school then. Bye.”

She looked at the others. “Back to plan ‘A’ again. I’ll try posting on some of those forums. Like fishing, I need to throw out my line and see who bites. Maybe a whale—hope not a shark,” she laughed.

“Remember what Michelle said, about hating Mondays?” Roger said, changing the subject. “I kinda feel that way too, now. Strange that I feel like that even knowing we won’t get picked again. Maybe it’s because I hate to see anyone get picked and have to go through what the kids last week did. And they got away with not having to do anything that we heard kids in other schools were forced to do, except just be naked.”

“Can’t we talk about something else?” Ayame complained. “Hate this talking about being naked. Making me feel nervous, but I can’t help getting kind of excited too. I like seeing the naked boys. In Japan, some kids were hooked on hentai—you know, that really means ‘pervert,’ but then it began to be name of any manga that showed sex acts. Girls would pass those manga booklets around but I thought lots of the pictures were creepy. Now seeing the boys naked is many more fun, but it also makes me embarrassed. Maybe because I like looking. Oh, I don’t like this at all!”

“I guess what’s happened with our society is like Miss Mason said,” Cindy mused. “Nudity and sex are being put together. That’s what the Program does, anyway, so high school kids from now on will believe that if someone is naked, they’re looking to have sex. Next year when they make the locker room co-ed, they probably will expect orgies to happen there. Ugh. Glad I’ll be gone,” she sighed.

Roger moved to sit next to Ayame. “Let me cheer you up, sweetie. I think you need a kiss. All that talking about being naked is getting to me, too, but not in ways my parents would think are respectable,” he joked.

Ayame pouted. “But the school officials think what you have there is perfectly respectable,” indicating Roger’s crotch, which sported a noticeable bulge.

“Eeeuw,” Cynthia smirked. “I’m gonna leave you two lovebirds. Don’t get too friendly, now.”

She closed the computer and left the room as Roger and Ayame melted together in a kiss. Ayame tentatively put her hand in Roger’s lap.

“It’s okay, darling, you can touch me there,” Roger breathed.

Ayame shyly felt the outline of Roger’s erection through his shorts.

“I used to feel you there when we were kids and we wrestled,” Ayame whispered. “Your thing got hard then too and I always wondered how that worked. I only see little boys’ penises once and not know they could get big like that. And now naked boys in school but those looked soft, not like this. Yours feels so big!”

“Wow, that’s something all boys love to hear, sweetie. How big they are. Ooohhh, that feels so nice; just keep your hand moving like that...”

“You mean rubbing it like this feels nice?” she said as she stroked his member through his shorts.

“Aaaaahhhh, oooohhh yes.... Ahhhh!” Roger exclaimed.

“Oh! What happened—it’s getting wet! Did you... um... did you ejac...”

“Oooohhh, yeah! I came, had an orgasm, squirted, all that. Oh, wow, you’re a doll, sweetie, thank you. That was so good.”

“I’m so glad I made you happy that way. That’s what they want kids to do in school for Relief, right? To ona... masturbate?”

“Yeah, but it’s so, so much better when a girl does it, you know. I don’t think I could do that in front of a classroom of kids, though. Ugh, it’s feeling sloppy there and I’m gonna be a gentleman. You don’t want to go any further, right? You want to stop now? I said I’d honor your wishes and not push you into doing something too fast.”

“Yes, Roger, not go fast.”

“Okay, let me get my wet shorts changed. I’ll go in the closet, okay?”

“Okay.”

Roger changed and returned, sitting on the bed with Ayame again. “Well, darling, you’ve seen how a boy gets off now.”

“Is always so quick?” she asked.

“It is if the girl doing it is so gorgeous and desirable,” Roger grinned at her and leaned in for a kiss. “You had me so hot I was on a hair trigger.”

Ayame giggled. “Oh yes, I feel things too, like a tingle or an itch down there. Think I’ve gotten wet,” she whispered and blushed. “Oh, I’m so embarrassed to say that...”

“Oh, don’t be, darling. What you feel is natural and I’m glad because it shows you feel about me the way I feel about you. Tell me, do...”

There was a knock on the door. “Roger?” It was Stuart.

“Yes, Dad? You can come in.”

He opened the door. “Oh, sorry if I...”

“It’s okay, Dad, we were just talking. What’s up?”

“I forgot to ask earlier. Should I plan on bringing the girls to school next week?”

“Oh, right. Yes, I’ve got swim practice early again this week. Next week it might be after school but this week it’s early again. Thanks for reminding me,” Roger replied. “Oh, it’s after 10 now; I didn’t realize. Gotta get ready for bed ‘cause it’s another early day tomorrow. ‘Night, Dad.”

“Goodnight son, Ayame. See you in the morning, honey.”

“Goodnight, Uncle Stuart. Goodnight, kareshi.” She kissed Roger and left the room.

Later, Roger lay back in his bed and reflected on the weekend and about the wonderful girl who had become part of his life. As he drifted off to sleep, he realized that his feelings for Ayame must really be love, since he knew that he’d do anything to protect her from harm.

Little did he know how soon those feelings would be tested.

Next: The Program Strikes Back

Monday brings a new crop of Program inductees. The school administration reacts to the developing Program resistance and immediate problems ensue. Roger, Cynthia, and Ayame get sucked into (oops, my bad) a Program demonstration -- or do they if it's voluntary? And then things begin to go wrong -- big time wrong, and the twins learn just how badly they underestimated the capabilities of the federal Program officials in enforcing the Program.


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