I woke to the alarm clock buzzing on the nightstand by my bed. Unfortunately, it was on the other side of Cindy and she had to turn it off. This time, though, she didn’t knock it on the floor. I stared into her beautiful brown eyes and marveled at how my life had changed in the last four days.
First the Naked in School program, then all the poking and looking from dozens of students, followed by finding Cindy in the midst of being raped by her brother. And that was the first day! I was still a little uncomfortable wandering the school halls naked, but because Cindy was with me in every class now, at least it was easier to bare, er, bear. And Cindy was the biggest change of all. I couldn’t imagine not having her in my bed. I sighed contentedly.
She had a sad half-smile on her face and I wondered why. What was there to be sad about? We had each other. School was going great. And I had a date! I actually had a date to the dance tonight. I shivered in happy anticipation. Was that why she was sad? Hesitantly, I asked, “You’re not mad because I have a date tonight, are you? I mean, I don’t have to go if you don’t want me to.” Oh, God, I hope she didn’t ask that. But I would if she did. I’d hate myself for it, but I’d hate myself more if I didn’t.
She laughed, a musical sound in the quiet bedroom. “Never. Nothing you could say or do would ever really make me unhappy.” A shadow seemed to cross her face briefly, but before I could remark on it she smiled broadly.
“Come on, time to get up.” And suiting action to words, she spun around and bounced out of bed.
In almost no time at all we were showered, fed, and headed for the bus stop, with the bus approaching rapidly. Almost as quickly we were at the school. Time seemed to be flying by so fast I barely noticed the guy who squeezed onto our seat on the bus and spent a happy, for him, fifteen minutes playing with my titties. I could tell he would have preferred Cindy, but she was by the window and out of his reach.
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The crowd outside, waiting for the passing bell, was rather raucous, cheering and clapping as some of the other Program Participants undressed on the gallery by the doors. Because Cindy and I were already naked, our progress through the crowd was one long extended series of requests to fondle our crotches and titties. Every guy, it seemed, wanted one last grope before the week was over.
Homeroom was another fast ten minutes as Mr. Farnham once again had us pose up front on his desk and give everyone one last chance to check out our vaginas, paying special attention to the fact my hymen was still intact. I came twice during the intense fingering I received from my classmates. I’m not sure, but I don’t think Cindy came even once. I guess I’m just more sensitive than she is to that sort of stuff.
This being Friday we had all of our classes just like on Monday, each fifty-five minutes long. I couldn’t wait for lunch to arrive so I could see James again. Unfortunately, every time I looked at the clock over the blackboard at the front of the classroom, sure that the passing bell would ring any minute, it was only a couple of minutes since the last time I looked, and nowhere near time for the class to end. Geography felt like it lasted long enough for me to walk to Japan (this week’s subject) and back.
Career Planning, with Ms. Hamilton, was a real bore and time seemed to stand still. Not even watching as a girl gave William relief helped the time to pass. After an eternity the passing bell finally rang and we took off for Algebra. Algebra was almost as bad, although Mr. Taylor kept both Cindy and me busy with doing problems (he read us the problem and we wrote it out on the board for everyone, like secretaries taking dictation) and that helped the time go by faster. Finally, lunch period arrived and off we went. For some reason we didn’t have nearly as many requests as we had the previous days. I guess everyone was getting used to us being naked.
As I had hoped, James was waiting for us and holding two chairs beside his own at the table by the exit doors. “My hellcat angel princess!” he said with a wave towards one chair as he pulled it out from the table. He obviously liked me, but I wasn’t sure how to take the “hellcat angel” bit.
Before I could say something, however, Cindy, uncharacteristically, stepped in front of me. I was too startled to speak for a moment but then I saw what she was doing. She pushed him into the middle of the three chairs and then pulled out the left one for me. She spoiled his nice gesture, but we ended up with James between us. I could talk to him without turning my back to her. Ahh, I liked that.
Now that we were together, I didn’t know what to say. I just stared at him, blushed, and then looked at my tray. He had already started eating so he finished before we did.
“About tonight,” he started, “the dance starts at seven, so I figured I could come by at six-thirty to get you. How does that sound?”
Wonderful was how it sounded. I nodded because I had a mouthful of food, and added, “Good,” as soon as I had swallowed.
“Uh,” he continued suavely, “I’m afraid I don’t have a license,” he blushed as he said this, “so my dad will be driving us. I hope you don’t mind.” I could see he was worried that I would think less of him because of that.
“Oh, no, that’s okay.” Then a horrible thought struck me. Oh. My. God. All week the students and teachers have been seeing me naked, I was kinda used to that now. But his dad was not a teacher, nor a student. What would he think? Oh, god, that’s so embarrassing! I could feel myself blushing just thinking about it. “Uh, do your parents know I’m in The Program?” I asked hesitantly.
“Oh, sure. I’ve told them all about you,” he explained happily.
Oh my god, what did that mean? Just how much did he tell them? I turned my attention to my food and tried not to think about that.
Almost as soon as I finished eating, the next session bell rang. We got up, dumped our trash in the garbage cans, and dropped the trays off at the holder by the door. We were a big group as we left the cafeteria, and because we were right beside the doors we were the first ones outside. I started to head over to the side, like we had done the last few days for the vultures, but Cindy grabbed my arm and pulled me in another direction. Somehow, James had managed to grab my hand so he came with me as Cindy headed away.
“Where’re we going?”
“To the library.”
“Why?”
“To study. And to avoid the vultures.” That last was in a whisper.
“Oh.”
Halfway across the courtyard in front of the cafeteria we met the Punk Girls again. Again their T-shirts were all black with red lettering. Dee’s said, “Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.” Kay’s said, “If I hear cute one more time . . .” and had that strange cat creature on it with red dripping from its claws on one hand (paw?). Kell’s said, “Don’t talk to my breasts, you’re not going to meet them.” And Mindy’s said, “I’d be good, If I could, But I can’t, So I won’t.” This time they were all wearing tight black short skirts with zippers. Incredibly, I noticed, their tennis shoes were also all black.
“Library?” Dee asked.
“Yep.” Cindy answered, still dragging James and me along.
They shifted around us with Mindy matching Cindy stride for stride and the other three half leading us. Any vultures ahead of us saw the Punk girls and Cindy. By the time they saw me we had already passed them. Unbelievable, a lunch period without any requests!
But I was wrong. Just as we got to the library doors Mindy stopped Cindy. “Reasonable request time,” she practically purred. Mindy gave her a startled look, followed by a laugh. So we stopped there in the hall just outside the library. Cindy leaned back against the wall and Mindy began with a gentle caress of Cindy’s tits.
James was only a moment behind her lead, pulling my hand to get me to face him. He smiled, opened his mouth, closed it, and then asked, “Could I please look at your,” he colored red, “pussy?”
It was my turn to laugh and lean against the wall. I spread my legs and pulled the folds between my legs apart so he could get a good look. And touch. Which he did. I didn’t have to worry about being dry there as I had gotten wet almost immediately when he had asked me.
It was only when I felt a hand on my tittie that I realized I had closed my eyes. It was Kell standing beside me. I slid my hand between her legs. Her panties were soaked, and I didn’t help them get any drier when I slipped my fingers through the side and to her clit. Between the two of them I think I must have had at least three climaxes. They weren’t nearly as loud as my previous ones because the moment I opened my mouth Kell covered it with hers. Wow! Can she kiss!
I ended up sitting cross-legged on the floor, gasping like a fish in the air. I noticed that Cindy was doing the same a couple of feet away. While James was hugging me on my right, with his right hand still between my legs, Mindy was hugging Cindy. Kell was leaning on my other side just as Dee was leaning against Cindy. Kay was the only one left out of the set, but she didn’t look like she minded, although she was a bit flushed. She did seem to be staring at James’ hand in my crotch.
I held up my left hand to her and when she took it I pulled her down so that she squatted in front of me. I pulled James’ hand away from my crotch – it was rather sensitive there right now – and guided it to Kay’s now-exposed panties. She gasped and dropped to her knees, but didn’t make a move to remove his hand. I pulled her panties to one side, and she spread her knees further apart to help, and let him start rubbing her crotch. She leaned forward, putting her head on James’ shoulder.
Watching her friends get off must have been very frustrating, so it didn’t take much attention to her clit for James to complete the process for her. When she sat down on the floor James could no longer reach that sensitive little man-in-a-boat, and she finally stopped cumming.
After a brief pause to regain her breath, she leaned forward again and unzipped James’ pants, pulled his underwear down, and started stroking his penis. I had, by now, seen many guys, and stroked more than a few of them myself, but this was James and I found myself staring. It was so big and purple, and a quick glance at his face told me he was enjoying the fondling.
He had just given two girls more than a few orgasms and he hadn’t had any relief at all. Talk about frustrating, he must be ready to explode! I reached over with my left hand and started stroking him too.
Kay gave me a quick grin and concentrated on the head of his penis while I squeezed and stroked the base. Only a minute later he groaned and I felt a vein on the bottom pulse. Kay felt it too and lunged downward, barely getting her mouth over the tip before he began to spray his sperm out. I felt each pulse as it traveled up his penis, and saw Kay swallow each one as it came out. Finally it all stopped and she sat back. She looked at me and shrugged, “Couldn’t let him make a mess, could I?” I smiled at her, thinking I should have done that. Next time, I decided, I would. “Thanks,” was all I said to her. She could have let him make a mess on his clothes and embarrassed him. I liked that she was nice to my boyfriend like that. Especially because she obviously had no designs on him herself.
After a few minutes to recover, funny, no one said a word, we just looked at each other, and slowly began to stand. Then we went into the library and spent the next thirty minutes actually working on homework. Well, not exactly, I think I spent at least half that time just looking at James. God, he was cute. And he liked me. And he had asked me to the dance tonight. And I don’t remember what the homework was that I did. I hope I did it right. And my towel had a wet spot in the middle.
The passing bell broke us up and we headed to our next classes.
English with Ms. Carmichael was another study in slow motion time, but eventually the bell rang.
P.E. was one long basketball game. Cindy was on the opposite team and I got to “guard” her as the pro players say. However, Cindy’s idea of guarding had little to do with what the coach had told us. Her version consisted of a lot of “close” contact – rubbing her titties against my titties when standing in front of me, fondling my butt and rubbing her tits against my back whenever she got behind me, even running her fingers over my nipples or crotch when she thought no one was watching. By the time we headed for the showers she had me so hot that I was ready to jump her right there on the basketball court, and to hell with the others watching us!
I was chasing Cindy in the shower, not an easy thing to do when the floor is really wet, and she was successfully staying out of reach, the teasing bitch, when the guys came in. I stuck my tongue out at Cindy, grabbed the closest guy, and jammed his hand between my legs. Even though he was startled at my aggressiveness, he quickly caught on and brought me to a fast climax.
Once I came down I returned the favor with lots of soap and sliding of my chest against his. There were several volunteers after that and I had another orgasm as I jacked off two guys on either side me while a third did his best to soak my back while sliding against my butt. The fourth guy was on his knees in front of me and I think that’s the first time a guy has ever tongued me like Cindy does.
The guy in front of me, I think his name is Vance, stood up and I felt his penis bump against my legs. Oh, no, we were not going to do that. I might have been acting like a slut but I was still a virgin and I intended to stay that way for a while longer. I shifted position and let his penis slide up against my stomach. This was easier to do than actually trying intercourse because he was taller than me anyway. With the soap as lubricant, plus my holding him in place around the waist, he quickly reached his climax as well and another guy wanted to take his place.
Like the other days, all too soon the passing bell rang. Cleaner than when we had finished our showers this morning at home, Cindy and I headed for our last class of the day, Modern World History. We both were more than a bit unsteady on our feet.
World History was a subject that I actually liked, but that didn’t make the time go by faster. Finally, the passing bell rang and everyone jumped up to leave. Oddly, only one guy had a request, and he wanted to fondle Cindy’s breasts. It felt kind of weird to be standing there, naked and ignored, while Cindy got all the attention. Was it because it was the last day? I didn’t understand. And I didn’t really care. I wanted to run to the admin office to see if James was there.
He was.
Cindy went straight into the Counselor’s Office with a little wave at James as she went by him. I just stood there, tongue-tied. He said, “Let’s take a walk.” So we did.
It’s amazing how fast the halls emptied after school. Having almost forty naked girls and boys getting dressed just outside the school’s front doors probably had a lot to do with that. We walked down the hall holding hands, him clothed and me naked. But I felt wonderful and relaxed.
“I . . .” I said
At the same time, he said, “I . . .”
We both laughed self-consciously, and I told him “Go on,” as he said, “you first.”
After a couple of false starts we finally decided I would go first, “Why do you call me ‘hellcat?’”
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Well, because you are.”
We had stopped and I was looking at his face. “I mean,” he continued quietly, “On Monday, it’s not even lunch time and already, you, a Freshman, has the entire school talking about you. The guys are stunned that any girl would do what you did in Homeroom. Not bad, you understand, just amazed that any girl would have the guts to go through with it. And the girls are all thinking about how they would have felt in you place.
“Oh sure, some kids were saying nasty things, but you had no reputation. No one knew you. And here you are setting a standard.
“And then, in the lunchroom, the way you decked that football player Sam and made such a scene about him not making a request. Wow! That put a real stop to the nasty rumors. You certainly set a limit on what was expected.
“And then, on Tuesday, there was a rumor that you were responsible for stopping a rape. They said that if you hadn’t been so fast to respond they never would have caught him in the act like they did.” He shook his head. “And Wednesday you catch a guy forcing Cindy into a blow job in the bathroom. The story is that you almost pulled his balls off!
“And Thursday, well I don’t have to tell you what every thinks of you now. You’re a heroine! Everyone wants to sit at your table at lunchtime, just to be near you.
“Nobody is going to cross you about anything for the rest of the year. The bullies are terrified you’ll kill ‘em, or make them wish you had killed ‘em, and everyone else is hoping you’ll be around if there’s ever trouble!”
I stared at him. I knew my mouth was hanging open. I didn’t know what to think. I mean, put the way he just did it sounded like I was some kind of Amazon Warrior when I knew it was all just accidents. “But . . . ,” I started.
“And to top it all off,” he went on, smiling as he said it, “you don’t even realize what you’ve done. I mean, you’ve even managed to get the Punk Girls to talk to you civilly.
“You’re not bragging to anyone about what you did, you’re not projecting some ‘I’m better than you’ attitude, you’re just going on like this is all normal stuff for you.
“Plus,” and now he looked at the floor, “you’re beautiful.”
That made me snap my mouth closed. “With these tiny titties?” I cupped my little A-cup breasts with my hands. “You’re crazy!”
“You think so? Well, I’ve been listening to the guys around this school and half of them wish their girlfriends were as good-looking as you are. And, god, I know they wish their girls were half as loud as you, too.”
I blushed furiously at that.
“And while lots of guys fantasize about big breasts what most of them want is a girl who isn’t stuck up and hung up and a cock tease. None of which describes you.”
I was having a tough time believing him. “Really?” I squeaked. I don’t think anyone except my daddy has ever said that many good things to me all at once. And he left me.
“That’s why I love you,” he said. “You’re smart, you’re fast, you’re beautiful, and you don’t take shit from anybody. Not even me.”
He took another deep breath and let it out. “That’s what I wanted to tell you. I am so sorry for not realizing what I was doing by not making any requests. I really thought that you wouldn’t want me to make requests. I didn’t appreciate that not making requests meant that someone else would, and maybe that that someone else might be someone you didn’t want to grant a request to. Which means I really let you down when you needed my support and I can’t forgive myself for that.”
I hugged him. I didn’t know what else to do. I surreptitiously wiped the tears from my eyes. He was so sweet. He hugged me back.
After a minute, we separated and slowly headed back to the admin office in silence. Our timing was pretty good because we had no sooner walked into the office than Cindy walked out of the Counselor’s room. Like previous sessions, she was pale and had clearly been crying. I walked straight to her and hugged her, but I didn’t let go of James’ hand.
I pulled my hand up high on Cindy’s back, which forced him closer. It took a hard glare from me, but he finally got the message and joined me in hugging Cindy. If he was going to be my boyfriend he was going to have to accept my new sister Cindy as well.
We all walked out to the car drop-off to wait for my mother. She didn’t disappoint us and pulled up in time to breakup another group hug.
“Girls,” she said, “where are your clothes?”
Cindy and I looked at each other. “Home,” we said simultaneously.
Mom glared at us. “You twits. Get in.” I climbed in the front and Cindy got in the back. We waved goodbye to James as mom pulled out.
“What were you two thinking this morning? I told you I was going to make an appointment at the beauty salon for after work. If we go home for your clothes we’ll miss the appointment. So, you two are going to have to decide if we go to the salon as you are.”
Oops. Cindy and I exchanged appalled looks. This was not good. Being in school naked was one thing, being naked in public was quite another.
The Agua Azul facility was a small town in and of itself, with many of the small businesses a thriving town needed for survival: book stores, video rentals, clothing stores, restaurants by the score, supermarkets, and so on. The beauty saloons were just a part of the fabric.
While the Company owned all the land, the businesses were private and mostly owned by people who didn’t work for the Company, who had moved here to open a business. The only common theme was that anyone who opened a business had a Company non-disclosure agreement as part of his or her lease. The Company wasn’t about to take a chance on losing any trade secrets because of an indiscrete employee or an overheard conversation.
There were three separate shopping malls in Agua Azul, each offering a slightly different mix of businesses and about equidistant from each other. The three loosely grouped housing complexes around the main sections of the Project dictated their locations: Research and Development, Solar Power Facility, and the Water Control Facility. Surrounding the entire main facility were miles of Company owned farmland. The farm workers, mostly Mexican laborers, lived in separate villages close to the fields they tended, with small satellite grade schools for their children.
Mom was taking us to the Saguaro Mall, the farthest from our apartment. Did I really want to go naked into a shopping Mall? I was thrilled at the prospect of getting made up in a beauty salon, but to do it while nude? But I did so want to look good for James. And when had mom told me about going to a beauty salon? I didn’t remember that.
“Um, that’s my fault,” Cindy confessed. “I forgot to tell you last night.”
Oh, I could just kill that girl. I sat with my arms across my chest and dithered. Should I? Maybe I shouldn’t. Was I brave enough? I didn’t think so.
Mom pulled into the parking lot, parked, and turned to me, “Well?”
I sat there. What to do? What to do?
Suddenly, mom snapped her fingers and said, “I know! Wait here.” She popped open the car door and a moment later she was striding across the parking lot towards a shop with the sign La Contessa Hair & Nail Salon above it. Fortunately, this mall was the outdoor mall, not enclosed, and all the shops were accessible directly from the parking lot, so we watched her as she disappeared inside the salon.
“What do you think she’s doing?”
“I don’t know. Warning them we’re naked?”
Puzzled, we just sat there. About five minutes later mom came back to the car, carrying something folded over her left arm.
“Look, look, she got us towels to wear!” I was overjoyed; we wouldn’t have to go inside completely naked!
But that wasn’t quite it. When she got to the car she handed us a pair of smocks! They looked like ponchos except they didn’t have sides and they did have pockets in front. We threw them over our heads and stepped out of the car. They completely covered our fronts and backs and had ties on the sides at the waists to keep them from flapping around. Even though the sides were open, all the important stuff was covered. We were saved! I hugged mom, and a moment later Cindy joined me.
Our confidence much bolstered by our new apparel, we headed across the parking lot to the salon. As we entered I heard a soft bell ringing and looked up to see a small bell attached to the wall beside the door. As the door opened, a roller passed across the bell’s support, making it jingle.
The salon had a row of chairs down each side, almost all occupied by women in various stages of beauty prep. An old Mexican woman, at least forty, was waiting at the front to meet us. She was all smiles as she greeted us, “Buenas tardes. And you are the young ladies going to the dance tonight?” We nodded. “Good,” she said in slightly accented English. She led us into the shop where there were two empty chairs, and a woman standing beside them. There were several gasps as we walked by the other women and they saw we were naked under the smocks. I heard the words desnudo and puta repeated more than once. I guessed that desnudo meant nude, but I don’t know what the other word meant.
As soon as I was seated, the owner, I guess she was the owner, asked, “How would you like your hair?” I hadn’t even considered that. Before I could come up with an answer, though, Cindy leaned over from the other chair, “Curl it, lots of curls, you’ll look wonderful in curls.” I looked at mom, who was still standing beside us. She nodded, so I went for it. Cindy wanted her hair tinted dark blue tingeing towards red at the end.
The owner set to work on me while the other lady started on Cindy’s hair. Time passed quickly as we chatted. The owner, Adyona, wanted to know more about The Program. Apparently mom had told her just enough to convince she wasn’t going to steal the smocks and really did need them to cover us. She hadn’t really believed her until we all walked in. There were an awful lot of gasps, Madre Maria’s, and tsk’s, as I told her a little bit about the program. I didn’t tell her about having orgasms and the boys actually putting their fingers a little bit inside my vagina, but I did describe having to take showers with the boys, and all the boys playing with my titties. And how the teachers had us pass out assignments and do the problems on the boards for them. And how almost all the boys were polite and most even said thank you. I made sure to tell her about hitting that guy at my first naked lunchroom experience.
“Didn’t you get into trouble? Hitting a boy like that?”
“Nah,” I explained, “He got in trouble for not asking first and not only is he in the program now himself, but he’s in it next week as well. I have to do it for one week, he has to do it for two right now, and he is still in the list to be chosen later this year and I’m not. So he gets three weeks of being naked!”
She laughed and agreed that was fair punishment for grabbing me without asking first. She did say she was very glad her school never did that when she was a girl, she would have died of embarrassment. While we were waiting for my hair to set, she moved me over to another table, “How would you like your nails done, love?” I didn’t know what to say. “Well,” she prompted, “do you have a nickname?”
I felt my face heat up as I blushed, “Well, my boyfriend calls me his hellcat angel.”
She looked at me questioningly.
“Because, he says, I fight so hard and I’m so pretty,” I mumbled.
She laughed gently, “Si, I understand.” She sat for a moment, then smiled broadly, “I know just the thing.” And she started to work. She started with my right thumb, carefully filing and trimming until she was happy with it, and then painting it with a red base. Less than a minute later she was done. A tiny angel sat on my thumbnail. Then she did my index finger, that nail sported a little female devil. And so it went, alternating between the two images until both hands were done. My left thumbnail had the devil on it.
She pushed back her chair and looked at my toes. “Are you going to be wearing stockings or pantyhose?”
I blushed. “Um, it’s a school dance, so I have to go naked.”
She looked up at me, her mouth open in a little “O” of shock, “Madre Maria!”
She took a breath after a moment, and then smiled at me. She flipped a lever on either side of the small table and the side facing me dropped down into a lower position and at a slant. “Put your feet here.” Then she lowered her chair a bit, and quickly went to work on my toes. Soon I had a matching set of angels and devils down there as well.
It had taken almost an hour, but when we walked out to the car both Cindy and I felt great. I thought I looked pretty good with a mass of curls surrounding my face, and as for my nails, well I felt beautiful for the first time ever. And Cindy did look beautiful.
Once we were in the car we removed the smocks and mom took them back to the salon. Mom had been busy while we were occupied and she had run out to a restaurant and picked us up supper, which Cindy and I ate on the way home.
It was almost six when we got home. And no sooner had we walked in the door than one of mom’s friend’s showed up, Hoa Bình, a small Vietnamese woman. At first I was a little embarrassed to be naked but she quickly put me at ease. We sat down at the kitchen table and for the first time ever I wore makeup. She explained each step as she did it, not that I was gong to remember it all, but what really surprised me was when she finished my face she started on my breasts. First, she put a sparkly powder there and then she put blush on my nipples. “For a little dramatic shadowing,” she explained. Then she put more of the sparkly stuff on my belly. She asked what perfume I wanted to use so I ran off to my room to select one.
When I got back she had started on Cindy, which surprised me. I guessed that mom didn’t want Cindy to feel left out and had asked her to do her, too. I waited with one eye on the clock. James would be here soon and I didn’t want to keep him waiting. She was fast, though, and soon sent Cindy to get her perfume. Hoa Binh surprised me again. She took my perfume mister and gave a squirt below each of my ears, another between my breasts, and a final spray right on my crotch hair. Both mom and I gasped a bit at that, but then mom just shrugged. After all, I was naked. And I did have my implant. Not that I intended to let things get that far.
Cindy came back a moment later and she had this gorgeous gold belt around her waist with one end dangling off her left hip. It accentuated her stride by swinging and making her walk look really sexy. She also was wearing a jade necklace and earrings set with a jade anklet. Wow, did she ever look gorgeous! She was also carrying some stuff, which she spread on the table. There was a leather belt, a silver belt, and several sets of earrings and anklets.
By the time six o’clock rolled around I was ready for James. And terrified. What would he think? I ran to mom’s room to check in the mirror. I had selected the silver belt, with the free end dangling down my left hip. I hoped it would look as good on me as the gold one did on Cindy. I always wear my cross on a silver chain so it, at least, matched the belt, but to be a bit different I was also wearing a black felt choker cut into a paisley pattern. I had decided to wear my own earrings, a small diamond set that Dad had sent me last Christmas, and a silver chain anklet. I noticed how the light in the room made my chest and stomach sparkle as I moved, reflecting off that powder Hoa Binh had used.
When the doorbell rang I was afraid to move, and peered around the door in a vain attempt to see the front door. After a moment my mom called me, “Honey, your date is here.” Oh my God, what had I gotten myself into?
I took a deep breath and slowly walked into the livingroom. James was standing in the middle of the room beside a man who was, based on how he looked, his father, except he had a beard. The man was talking to my mom, but James was watching as I came out of the hall. I didn’t know what to expect, and was afraid of what I might get as a reaction, but what I got was gratifying. His eyes lit up and his jaw dropped. “Wow.” I could feel my face getting hot as I blushed.
He looked pretty handsome, too. He was dressed in black dress pants with a blue short-sleeved shirt. Actually, that was about all I noticed as I watched him looking at me, his face fairly glowing with surprise, a happy surprise I was pleased to see.
Both adults turned at his half-whispered reaction. Mom knew what to expect and she had a broad smile on, his father on the other hand was caught totally by surprise. His jaw didn’t drop, but he did whistle appreciatively and smiled at me. “I can see why my son is smitten with you. So would I if I were his age.”
I know I blushed an even deeper red, and I saw Cindy and Hoa Binh peeking in from the kitchen, both with huge smiles. I was just so happy I didn’t know what to do or say.
I saw James’ dad nudge him forward. He took a couple of steps toward me and held out a small box. “Here, I hope you like this.” I eagerly took the box. It had a plastic top and I could see a corsage inside. Hurriedly I pried off the top and took it out. “Oh, it’s beautiful,” I said, turning it over and showing it to mom.
“Uh, it has a strap so you can wear it, it’s a wrist corsage,” James explained.
Oh, this was just going to be a perfect night, I just knew it. Everything was going perfect! I hummed as I slid the strap on my right wrist, and then I reached over to grab his hand. I took a step closer and kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you, it’s beautiful.” I blinked several times trying to keep the tears back, I was so happy. I didn’t want to run the mascara Hoa Binh had so kindly put on me.
We stood there looking at each other and holding hands until James’ dad finally said, “I think we should probably be going now, we don’t want to miss the dance.”
Mom laughed, “I got a feeling that they might just stand there all night, so maybe you should cart them off before it’s too late.”
I saw that James was blushing and I knew I was too, but I didn’t really care. I was too happy to care.
We started for the door and mom had just touched the doorknob when she stopped. “Wait a minute, I almost forgot.” She turned and went back into the kitchen, returning almost immediately with a camera. “I’m not about to let my little girl go on her first date without at least one picture!” Now I was really blushing.
It was another five minutes, and a dozen pictures, before we were again headed for the door. Just as mom was about to open it, the doorbell rang again. Who could that be?
Mom opened the door and Mindy was standing there! What was going on?
Mindy was dressed in one of her punk outfits, only not nearly as striking as the ones she wore to school. She had a black shirt on, not a t-shirt, and a black leather skirt that almost reached her knees. Over the shirt she was wearing a leather vest with a tiny pink pin in the shape of a folded ribbon. She had combed her hair so that the blue streaking wasn’t nearly as obvious as it had been. I was amazed to realize she had actually toned down her punk appearance. Was she trying to impress someone? And why was she here? Had she come over to keep Cindy company while I was at the dance?
“Is Cindy Here?”
On hearing her name, Cindy came out of the kitchen. I wasn’t really surprised to see that Mindy’s reaction to Cindy mirrored that of James when he saw me, except she recovered faster. A quick round of introductions ensued and I saw mom giving Mindy a thorough looking over.
“How did you plan to go the dance?” Mom asked.
Mindy replied, “My mom is going to drop us off and pick us up.”
Mom nodded. I was thunderstruck. Cindy and Mindy were going to the dance? I stared at them.
Mom noticed, “Jamie, dear, lots of girls go to dances without boys asking them out. They want to meet their friends and have fun.”
Oh. Well, I had a date and I wanted to get it started, so I pulled on James’ hand. He got the message and a few minutes later we were in his dad’s car on the way to the dance. I was so excited I almost forgot to grab my towel from the car when we arrived.
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There were lots of kids arriving; it looked like maybe half the school was there. His dad had no sooner driven off than Mindy and Cindy pulled up. They were holding hands as we headed to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was decorated with streamers and balloons, with a band, a real live band, setting up in one corner. There were also about twenty teachers in attendance. I guess they wanted to make sure everything remained under control. Then I saw Mr. Brown, the janitor, over in one corner wearing a nice suit like the men teachers. An anxiety I hadn’t realized I had eased, I felt better and safer seeing him here.
We headed for a table near the area that had been cleared for dancing. We were actually early and spent some time talking. That was when I learned that Mindy had actually asked Cindy out! As in on a date! The other Punk Girls were also going to be here. And, astonishingly, James and Mindy were actually talking to each other.
“I think I like my date being naked,” James started, “It’s fun watching her nipples poke out.”
“Yeah,” Mindy said, “Anytime I want I can just reach over and,” she leaned towards Cindy and tweaked her left nipple between her fingers, “do that without anyone saying a word.” Cindy blushed bright red.
“And the way her breasts sparkle in the light is just so, so entrancing.”
“Makes my mouth water just to see them.”
“Imagine how much fun it’s going to be to dance with those soft babies pressed against you, while you get to fondle her butt.”
Mindy gave him a short smile, “I like the way you think.”
Finally I had to put in my two cents, “Well, just you wait until you’re in the program. I know what’s going to be poking out and it’s going to be a lot further than my nipples do!” I thought Mindy was going to choke for a second but then she started laughing while James started to look worried.
“Yeah, James, pay back is going to be a bitch.”
“Yeah, Mindy,” Cindy added, “pay back is going to be a bitch.”
Mindy got a startled look at that, which quickly became a thoughtful stare.
About then the music started and we all moved onto the dance floor. I grabbed James hands expecting him to start with the steps mom had shown Cindy and me, but instead he started moving around in time to the beat and swinging his arms. I watched for a second then tried to do what he was doing. It kinda worked, but I was worried about how silly I must look. Bouncing around like this made my breasts swing and bounce around and it was difficult to keep a beat.
When the next song started I grabbed his hands again. “No, let’s do this instead.” I showed him the steps I wanted him to use, but it didn’t work, he couldn’t seem to get what I was trying to do. Finally, I looked around for Cindy and saw her and Mindy not far away. I dragged James over to them and tapped Cindy on the shoulder. Mindy looked at me in surprise, “What? Are you cutting in on me?”
“No. Cindy, I want you to show James the Swing dance steps mom showed us.”
She stared a moment, nodded, and took my hands. With Mindy on one side and James on the other, we started the “swing.” After a few repetitions, I said, “James, Mindy, do what we’re doing.” They paired up. “No, James, you do what Cindy is doing, Mindy you copy me.”
After a couple of false starts we were moving together. Then Cindy did one of the “hug” moves. James copied her. Then she did the other hug. Again James copied her. Then we swapped positions, first on one side then the other. By the time we finished, so was the song.
I took James back from Mindy and when the next song started I was ready. It required several tries but by the end of the fourth song James had a good idea of what I wanted and we were having fun. Cindy had better success with Mindy, though, because I saw her go into the “washing machine” move. They had it going for about five seconds before they lost the beat and ended up tangled together sitting on the floor, laughing hysterically.
It was only then that I noticed we were being watched. There were about twenty couples around us, many trying the beginning steps. Then came a slow dance. That was when I knew James really liked me, I could feel it pressing against my crotch. I rested my head on his shoulder while he rested his hands on my butt. This was lovely, no requests, just being held by my boyfriend.
After that dance we headed for our table. Having our towels on the chairs had kept others from appropriating our table. No sooner had I sat down then James took off for some punch for us. Kay and Kell popped up right about then and made themselves at home. Cindy and Mindy were still on the dance floor and looking better all the time. I hadn’t noticed until I looked just then that the “swing” was really making Cindy’s titties bounce around a lot and I noticed quite a few of the guys were also staring, even those who were dancing with partners.
After sitting out another number, James and I went out again just as Mindy and Cindy headed to the table. Kay and Kell followed us. They wanted to learn the swing as well, so half the first song we spent showing them how. By now about half the dancers were doing the swing with varying degrees of success.
Finally, the band called a break and almost everyone returned to the tables. There were a couple of diehards on the dance floor still trying to get the steps right to the Swing. James and the other dressed students were complaining about the heat, but Cindy and I were not nearly as warm. I guess there is an advantage to being naked at the dance. We all decided to go outside for a while.
The patio was also lit and almost as crowded as inside the cafeteria, but it was cooler. There were a couple of teachers out here as well. “Let’s go for a walk,” I suggested, pulling James away from the crowd. We wandered around the buildings for a little while before finding a dim alcove around the back side of one of the classroom buildings.
For a couple of moments we just held hands and stared at each other.
“Uh,” James started to say, but then stopped and cleared his throat. “I have a reasonable request.”
Surprised, I felt my eyebrows go up.
“Uh, does the Program Participant mind if I kiss her?”
God, what a goof. I laughed nervously, “No,” I whispered.
He leaned closer and put his lips on mine, gently, as light as a feather touching the ground. He drew back, then leaned forward again and kissed me a bit harder. I stepped closer and felt his hand go around my back as I put mine around his. Oh, yes, James was happy to be with me.
After an indeterminable amount of time I felt his lips move and a second later the tip of his tongue lightly slid across my lips. Such a sweet invitation, not at all like the furious plunge between my teeth that Cindy seemed to favor. I pressed closer and opened my mouth to his exploration, squeezing my tongue past his to taste his mouth. He was a good kisser, and I reciprocated with what I had learned from Cindy and Kay.
It was only when I felt his finger caress my pussy lips that I realized we had changed positions, and that his other hand was cupping my breast with his thumb and finger squeezing the nipple. I gasped when he finally reached my clit, but he used that opportunity to thrust his tongue deeper. I certainly didn’t mind.
I pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran my hands across his chest to his nipples. I was surprised to feel them harden under my fingers only seconds after I touched them. I didn’t know boys had the same reaction girls did. I caressed his nipples and slid my hands around to his back and up to his shoulders. He had nice, firm shoulders and I could feel the muscles under them.
It was a good thing I had my hands on his shoulders because a couple of moments later I had an orgasm and that grip was all the kept me from falling. He was merciless, the brute, and kept diddling that little man in his boat until I had to push him away. That was when I discovered he was leaning against a wall.
“God, stop, you’re going to kill me if you don’t stop doing that,” I managed to gasp. I glanced down and could see the outline of his erection pushing his pants out. He was panting, too. I knew what he wanted, but was I ready for that? I reached for his belt, and a moment later pushed his pants down, followed a second later by his underwear. Like this afternoon his erection was big, hot, and intimidating. I wondered what it would feel like having that inside me, between my legs, plunging in and out.
But I didn’t want to do that, I was too young for that, I wanted to wait. Yes, he loved me, and I loved him. Yes, he wanted to marry me and I wanted that, too. But so had my mom and dad and look were they were now.
I did the only thing I could; I dropped to my knees and started to take him in my mouth. “Oh, god,” he moaned. I’m afraid I’m not as good at that as Cindy and Kay. I tried to do what I remembered Cindy talking about, but the first time I tried to take him further than just the head inside my mouth, I gagged, and I scrapped it with my teeth. I heard him hiss and jerk back and knew I wasn’t doing a good job. It was frustrating to us both.
After a couple of minutes or so, I had to admit defeat. I just wasn’t as good at this as Cindy. “Lie down,” I said. He didn’t argue. I knelt between his legs and started just stroking him. I intended to give him a hand job, but at this point, I guess, even that wasn’t going to work. I couldn’t leave him like this because it would be so unfair.
I moved up over his waist and was about to straddle him, to guide him into place, when I heard a voice behind us. “Ahh, I thought I might find you two if I looked hard enough.” It was Cindy. “Although,” she giggled, “it looks like Jimmy is the hard one.”
“How did you know it was us?”
She smiled at me, “And just how many naked girls wearing silver belts do you think there are here tonight?”
She squatted beside us. I noticed that James had a clear look at her pussy if he wanted, although he seemed more interested in my hand holding his erection. “I thought,” she said, “You wanted to wait.” James jerked his head around to stare at her face, but then his gaze dropped to between her legs and I felt his erection throb in my hand.
“Well, I tried to do what you told me to do with a blow job, but I just couldn’t get it right. Then I tried just stroking, but that’s not working either, and I can’t just leave him like this, it’s not fair.” I realized I was about to cry and I’m sure it showed in my voice.
She didn’t say anything for a moment. “If you don’t mind,” she whispered softly, “I could do it for you.”
She could take him in her mouth? Well, that would fix things from his point of view. “I can’t ask you to do that, you’re my best friend, my sister almost.” I looked away, afraid of what I had admitted.
I could hear the smile in her voice, “For you, I would do anything. And you’re not asking, I’m offering.”
She put her hand on my side, gently pushing me away from James, “Lie down.”
What she did next perplexed me. As soon as I was lying down she straddled my face with her knees with her face over my crotch. “Jimmy, behind me.”
James caught on faster than I did as he quickly slipped in position. Cindy reached between her legs, grabbed his erection, and pulled him closer. “Jamie, you guide him in.”
“Me guide him in?” I squeaked.
“He’s your boyfriend, it’s only right that you should put his thingie in me.”
Hesitantly, this wasn’t going like I had expected, I grabbed his erection and placed against Cindy’s pussy.
“Rub it up and down, to lubricate,” she instructed.
It was her turn to moan as I did as she told me.
In less time than it takes to tell, I saw James erection slide into Cindy just inches above my face. Then I felt her mouth on my pussy and it became real hard to concentrate. My hands were over my head, kind of trapped between the two of them, so I just grabbed James’ balls and started gently massaging them.
Every time James slid in, she pressed her tongue against my little man. James must have been really close before and it had been my ineptitude that had prevented a satisfactory resolution because after only three of four strokes I felt his balls shrink slightly and then a pulse of something passed under my thumb at the base of his erection. He stopped moving and just shook as I felt several more pulses exit into his erection and pass into Cindy.
She didn’t stop attacking my little man and only a short time later I climaxed as well.
It must have really exciting to James to have two girls playing with him like this because his erection didn’t go away. I felt it shrink a little, but then it got hard again and by the time Cindy decided to give me a rest he was starting to slide in and out of her. I felt wet stuff on my face and I realized that the mixture of Cindy’s juices and James’ cum was dripping out of her vagina with every stroke James made.
I wiggled my arms and managed to get them out from between the two above me. I grabbed Cindy’s waist and pulled her lower. With my hands lifting me up I could now reach Cindy’s little man and started my own attack. She hadn’t expected that because I heard her gasp as she leaned over my crotch.
It was kind of fun, actually, as I could lick both her clit and James erection as it slid in and out. The taste was remarkable. I knew how Cindy tasted, and I know what she said sperm tasted like, but this was unexpected and not easily describable. Suffice to say, I didn’t mind the salty slick taste that both of them provided me.
It took longer the second time, but we finally brought James off. A big glob of stuff landed in my mouth when he pulled out of Cindy, but I just swallowed it like I had the rest. As soon as he was out Cindy collapsed on top of me and then rolled off.
“Oh, My, God,” she said. “That’s the most fun I’ve ever had with a boy.”
We were sprawled out on the grass, too tired to move. “Where’s Mindy?” I asked.
“I left her on the dance floor with Kay trying out the Swing steps we showed them.”
“Oh.”
After a long time, at least it felt long, we got to our feet. “I don’t know about you,” Cindy said, “But I really need a bathroom.”
I agreed, as did James, and we slowly headed back. We were almost back to the patio area, near the doors to the classroom building when someone stepped in front of us. Because we were headed into the lighted area all we could see was the shape of a big man. I felt a tendril of fear start up my back.
“I should’ov known it would be you two.” It was the janitor, Mr. Brown. I relaxed.
He stepped closer, then laughed softly, “Well, I don’t need to ask what you’ve been doing.” He surveyed the three us. “Well, I certainly can’t let you go to the dance looking like this or somebody, namely you three, will be in a lot of trouble.”
“Trouble?” That was James.
“Well, son, you all three have the look of someone who just got laid. You’re the most presentable, but then again, you’re dressed and these two young ladies are not. And one looks like she’s been fucked while the other looks like she’s been dunked face first into a bowl of cum.”
He laughed, a nice soft sound that sent goose-bumps up my arms. “Come with me.” He turned to the doors beside us, pulled out some keys, and a moment later led us inside. “Now don’t tell anyone I did this,” and he pointed to the bathroom door as he switched on the light. The bathroom was on the opposite side of the building from the patio so no one could see the light.
One look in the mirror was all we needed and spent the next ten minutes frantically cleaning up. James took some soap and paper towels and scrubbed the grass stains off my back while I cleaned my face. There went the beautiful mascara, or at least most of it. Cindy wiped off her knees and then spent a minute cleaning between her legs. James just straightened his clothes.
Mr. Brown was still outside the restroom when we came out. He gave us a critical stare. “That’s much better.” He paused. “I’m not sure if this school is going to survive having you two ladies here for four years.” We looked at him, puzzled.
“You, Miss Tietan, are a whirlwind in a little girl package. No one, and I mean no one, expected such a quiet, introverted, wall-flower to turn into a take-charge, fast moving Amazon. And you, Miss Bradsky, are an enigma. Most girls, given what you’ve been through, would be emotional basket-cases terrified of boys and hating the mere thought of sex. Yet, here you are, apparently coping quite well with boys and girls, and having sex with both. I don’t even want to know what the three of you were doing together just now.” And he smiled again. He had a lovely smile. “But as long as it’s consensual,” he gave a hard look at James, who nodded frantically, as did Cindy and I, “it’s nobody’s business but your own. And I wish you the best of luck. Now get back to that dance before someone else starts wondering where our star Program Participants have disappeared to.”
We hurried out of the building and into the patio as he locked the doors behind us. That was an awful lot to think about. Star Program Participants? Ho, boy, that sounded ominous. And kinda nice, too. I’ve never been the “star” anything.
The rest of the dance passed quickly. Cindy, Mindy, James, and I spent our time out on the dance floor, dancing, of course, but also showing the other students the Swing. Cindy and Mindy did disappear for an awful long time to the restrooms, but I don’t think anyone but me noticed the big smile Mindy had when they came back.
I discovered that Cindy and I were not the only Program Participants there, the others had just arrived later and been hidden by the large number of students at the dance. I must have danced with at least twenty different guys, all of whom spent more time watching my titties bob around than where their feet were going.
By the time the dance ended at eleven o’clock we were pretty pooped and more than ready to head home. James and I shared a last kiss as his father drove me home (yes, we kissed the entire way home). He walked me back to my apartment where we had another kiss, this one cut short by my mother opening the door. She had seen his father pull up and knew we were in the hall. I was in heaven as I walked in and I know mom asked me questions about the dance and all, but I don’t remember what I said.
Cindy came in a few minutes later and, I found out afterward, managed to answer most of my mother’s questions.
Later, just as we were dropping off to sleep in my bed, Cindy asked, “Are you upset about what I did with Jimmy?”
“Not at all.” I hugged her. “I really appreciate youre doing that, although I did think you were just going to give him a, um, blowjob.”
“Oh. I didn’t think of that.”
The poor girl. I hugged her a little tighter. Her brother had her so trained to sex that that was all she thought she should do. I vowed to try to fix that.
“I don’t want him as a boyfriend, you know.”
“Yes, I know.” Thank god for that, I certainly couldn’t compete on looks!
“I don’t love him like you do, either.”
“I know.”
“And he really loves you a lot, you know?”
“I hope so,” I said fervently.
She was quiet for a few minutes. I thought she had gone to sleep.
“Jamie?’
“Yes?”
“I really like you a lot and would never do anything on purpose to hurt you, you know that don’t you?”
“I know. I love you, too”
“Promise not to hate me?”
“I could never hate you. You’re the sister I’ve never had. I would do anything for you.”
“I don’t want to marry him, you know.”
“I know.”
“In fact, I would never marry him, no matter what.”
I was starting to wake up. There was something bothering Cindy.
“Cindy, I know. Now what’s wrong?”
“Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“CINDY.”
She sighed. I waited. Just as I was about to fall asleep, she said, in a small whisper, “I think I’m pregnant.”
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