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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School 11/15 (mf/mg/mMFf exhib inc? nosex) 
Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 18:10:05 -0400
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The idea for this series obviously comes from the "Karen Naked at
School" series posted by Karen Wagner back in June of this year.
I felt the males who participated in the school program should be
given the opportunity to tell of their experiences. I can only
offer Karen my thanks for the inspiration. I hope I have done her
orginal concept justice. 

Peregrinef

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Carl Naked in School 11/15 (mf/mg/mMFf exhib inc? nosex) 

Thursday Evening 

If I thought my troubles were over when I got home, I was wrong.
I was in the kitchen, trying to puzzle out Mom's supper menu when
Sis bounced into the room, as naked as I still was! 

"Nice outfit," I managed to comment, remembering how she'd
greeted me the morning she saw me naked, trying not to stare
while studying her. 

"What do you think?" she asked, her hands on her hips, feet
apart, hips cocked forward and to the side like a pinup girl. She
swiveled them at me, inviting me to stare. 

"Not bad," I answered warily. Truthfully, she was, well, she was
hot! Oh, she didn't have much in the way of tits, just gentle
swellings, but her nipples were perky and pink, her areolas,
slightly lighter, looked puffy and swollen. She had a few wisps
of very light, blond hair that did nothing to hide her slit. I
knew she'd shot up a couple of inches in height over the last
year, so she had that - coltish look - that was the word I
wanted, coltish, and thank you, Mr. Turner. 

"What does Mom think about this?" 

Dee whirled around again, showing me her cute butt. "She said I
could, around the house, if I wanted to." 

"Oh, well, okay then," I assented. I was trying to figure out
what was going on inside me. I mean, this was my little sister,
after all, but still, I had to admit, she was hot. Well, she was
showing signs of it, anyway. "Uh, I'm doing supper. What does
this mean?" I asked, showing her Mom's scrawl. 

"This!" Sis bent over and got something out of the freezer to
wave at me, showing me her butt unashamedly. I was thinking that
maybe I had been right when I'd called her a pervert the other
night. 

She bounced out of the room - well, there wasn't enough of her to
bounce, but she did it anyway, and I began fixing supper. 

"Smells good," Mom greeted me, coming in from the garage as I was
setting the table. 

"It'll be ready in half an hour," I assured her. "The usual?" 

"Please." She headed for the stairs, only to stop at the bottom
at the sight of Sis dancing bare ass naked to some music video.
"When did she start that?" 

I shrugged. "She said you'd said she could," I reminded her. "She
showed up down here like that when I was starting supper." 

"Oh. Well, I did say she could go naked, but I didn't think -
does it bother you?" 

I looked at her wryly. "With me like this?" I indicated my own
starkers state. 

"Good point," she observed. "Dee, how's your homework?" 

"Done," Dee panted. 

"I want to see it," Mom insisted. 

"Aw, Mom." 

"Don't `aw, mom' me. Come on up and show me while I get out of my
work clothes." Mom had gone to school for her real estate license
and wore nice outfits to work. Satiny creamy blouses and trim
skirts or slacks, usually. But as soon as she got home she got
out of those clothes and into something more comfortable. 

And this time, out of her work clothes and comfortable she did
get! When she came back I turned around to hand her the wine and
almost sprayed it all over her, which would have been an icy
shock, but wouldn't have stained anything, because she didn't
have anything on! 

"Just think of it as part of the program," she said, blushing
from head to toe, slugging down half the wine in one gulp.
"Besides, I don't like being odd person out." 

"Oooo-kay," I agreed, surveying her. She was, I had to admit,
quite a dish, for someone her age! Her breasts were large, and
firm, with dark nipples that jutted out proudly. There wasn't a
trace of sag to them. Her belly was rounded, and curved down into
a thick nest of reddish hair between rounded thighs. 

"You like?" she asked cautiously. 

I nodded. "Very nice," I assured her honestly. Not my type, too
mature, too rounded, but definitely nice. 

"Thank you!" She curtsied. "How was your day?" 

"Okay," I temporized. "It had its ups and downs." 

She eyed my hardon. "This must be one of the ups," she teased. 

I got out spoons, knives and forks. "Well, with two of my
favorite females flaunting themselves all over the place, that's
not surprising! Even if we are family," I added hastily. 

She drank some more wine, then reached for the bottle for a
refill, not something she usually did. "I suppose." 

"I asked Beth to go to the dance with me Saturday," I announced
casually. No big deal, right? Only my first real date, when most
kids my age had been dating for a couple of years, some of them
longer, and screwing, too. 

"Did you! Well done!" She gave me an impulsive hug, and then
quickly backed off from the skin to skin contact. Her breasts had
been very warm and soft against me for a tantalizing instant. "I
guess the program is working! What did Beth say?" 

"She said `yes,'" I answered, trying to keep the excitement out
of my voice as I carried the salad out to the dining room, a
little shaken myself by the softness, the warmth, the ... oh,
never mind. She's my Mom, for gosh sakes, I told myself. "There's
only one little problem," I added. "I have to go like this,
because the assignment doesn't end until Sunday, night, according
to the rules of the program." 

"Oh." Mom mulled this over. "How does Beth feel about it?" 

"She's cool with it, once we talked it over," I explained.
"Dinner's ready!" I called Sis. 

"Coming," she called unnecessarily, her feet thumping on the
stairs. "Oh boy, naked supper!" She giggled. 

"What about her parents?" Mom asked as we sat down. "Would you
say grace, please, Dee?" 

"Thank you, Lord, for these thy gifts which we are about to
receive," Dee mumbled. 

"Amen," I chimed in. "She's going to talk to them. I'm supposed
to go over to her place tonight. Like this." 

"Oh!" She thought about this for a moment. "Well, I guess it's
between you, her and her parents. What about the dishes?" 

I looked at Sis. "Will you do the dishes for me?" 

"Weelllll," she drawled as she ate. "What's in it for me?" 

"What do you want?" I asked, quickly getting down to the serious
bargaining. 

She eyed me, and I could tell she was measuring how serious this
was to me. "How about you have to go around naked all day
tomorrow - from the time you get up until you go to bed?" 

I thought this through, wondering what the catch was. I was going
to have to be naked at school all day anyway. Here I was sitting
at the table naked with both of them naked. I was walking the
streets naked. "Is that all? Okay," I agreed. 

She spit on her palm. "Deal." 

I spit on mine and reached across the table and we shook on it. 

"Mom, can I have some friends over for a sleepover tomorrow
night?" Dee asked with a wicked grin. 

"Now wait a minute!" I protested. 

"A deal is a deal," Sis reminded me. "Can I, Mom?" 

"Oh dear!" Mom hated to get in the middle of these deals of ours,
and she was in this one up to her - uh - naked tits, at the very
least. "Do you think that's a good idea?" 

Dee put on her most innocent look. "It's just part of the
program," she argued, "don't you think? You said yourself it'll
be in middle school next year and we should get used to it." 

"You little pervert!" I protested. 

"Mom!" Dee complained loudly. 

"Hush, Carl, don't insult your sister," Mom chastised me. "I -
well - uhm - I ...." 

"I'll be naked, too," Dee explained, as if that made a
difference. 

"Well, I think at the very least I had better talk with their
parents," Mom argued, and I heaved a sigh of relief. Chances of
them agreeing to a sleepover with Dee's horny brother prancing
around naked were miniscule. 

"But - okay," Dee agreed, frustrated but still hopeful. "I'll
make up a guest list right after dinner so we can call." 

"I'll call," Mom announced firmly. "You'll be doing the dishes,
and finishing that book report, remember?" 

"Oooo-kay," Sis agreed with a sigh, just before she flashed me a
sly smirk. She'd got me good, I had to admit. 

Then I thought of being naked with Dee's pre-pube friends and
wondered if it would be such an ordeal after all. It might even
be good for them. But it wouldn't ever happen, so I tossed the
thought aside and began worrying about how Beth's parents were
gong to react. 

I was still worrying about that as I walked up her front walk,
the cooling night air stroking my naked skin. The porch light was
on and I felt like I was on a stage, naked, as I reached for the
doorbell. I heard it bing bong inside, and almost panicked. 

Then the front door opened and I was being eyed through the
screen door by a frowning Mr. Finch. My dick had already
shriveled on the walk over, and now if it could have retreated
inside it probably would have. Funny the effect stark terror can
have, isn't it?

Beth's dad was an accountant or something, and he looked the
part. His hair was thinning, and he wore glasses and he wasn't
very tall. But he sure could look intimidating! 

"May I come in, Mr. Finch?" I asked politely, sweating bullets. 

Wordlessly, he swung the screen door open and stepped out of the
way as if he were afraid to touch me. 

"Carl, how good to see you." Mrs. Finch was an older version of
Beth, and she took my hand warmly, looking me in the eye instead
of the dick. 

"Hi, Mrs. Finch. Beth asked me to stop by," I pointed out
awkwardly. 

"And right on time, too. Come into the living room, please.
Arthur, close the door and stop glowering." 

We went into the living room and I looked around, expecting to
see Beth, my heart sinking when I didn't. 

"Beth is upstairs, finishing her homework," Mrs. Finch explained.
"We thought, too, it might be good to get to know you a bit
without her being around. Sit down. Would you like something? A
cup of coffee, maybe, or tea? A soda?"

"Uh, no'm, thank you, I just had dinner, thanks," I stammered,
wondering where to sit, finally deciding on the flowered sofa. It
was cool under my butt and I crossed my legs, then straightened
them, incredibly conscious of my nudity. The room was small and
cozy, nicely furnished. There was a piano, with pictures of Beth
and her brother on the top of it. 

"It's so nice of you to invite Beth to the dance!" Mrs. Finch
observed, settling in what was obviously her usual chair, judging
by the knitting beside it. Mr. Finch took the bigger easy chair,
obviously his throne in the living room. "She's so excited. It's
her first real date, you know." 

"I know. Me, too," I admitted. I wondered if Mr. Finch was ever
going to say anything, or if he was just going to glare at me. "I
really want to take her - to the dance," I added quickly. 

"Dressed like that," Mr. Finch finally said, obviously concerned.


"It's the rules," I explained unhappily. "It's not my idea." 

"We read the brochure," Mrs. Finch put in gently. "I think it's
very brave of you to take part in the program." 

I shrugged. "I wasn't really given a choice." 

"But Beth tells us you've been very brave about it," Mrs. Finch
observed. 

I wondered how much Beth had told them. Had she told them about
the blow job I'd gotten from Marilyn? And what about the cum
stains all over her clothes from today? Maybe they didn't know
about them. 

"I guess," I mumbled. "I - well, I'm getting used to it. And I do
think it's a good program. I've gotten a lot of attention, and
I'm a lot more comfortable with myself. I've gotten to know Beth
better, too. It's brought us closer together. She's been a brick,
walking with me when no one else wanted to be seen with me. That
was brave!" 

"We're very proud of her." 

I kept waiting for Mr. Finch to come out with something like
"What are your intention toward my daughter, young man," but he
didn't. 

"I wouldn't do anything in the world to hurt her," I assured them
both, looking at Mr. Finch as I said it. "I think the world of
her, and I'd understand if she didn't want to go to the dance
with me - like this. But she does, and I don't think it would be
fair to take that away from her." 

"And we agree," Mrs. Finch said firmly. "Don't we Arthur?" 

He nodded, reluctantly. 

At that moment, Beth entered the room, and I think my heart
started beating again. She was dressed, in clean clothes, of
course, in a trim sleeveless blouse and shorts, her feet bare.
The cross on a gold chain dangled at the base of her throat,
right where my cum had landed earlier that day. 

My cock rose from my lap like a cobra answering the call of the
charmer. I tried crossing my legs to hide the reaction, but that
only drew more attention to my arousal. Mr. Finch's glare
deepened, and he opened his mouth. 

"Now Arthur," Mrs. Finch chided him affectionately. "Don't get
all huffy. Remember how you looked at me when I was Beth's age?
When we went skinny dipping out at Beckworth's pond? You used to
have the same reaction, you know it!" 

Mr. Finch blushed all the way to his bald spot. 

Beth came over and sat down next to me, taking my hand and giving
it a reassuring squeeze. "Carl has been a perfect gentleman,
daddy. He can't help how his glands react, can he?" 

Mr. Finch seemed to slump in defeat. "Are you sure you want to do
this, Beth?" 

Beth squeezed my hand, looking at me in a way that made my heart
melt. "More than anything in the world, Daddy." Deliberately, she
let go of my hand and rested hers on my bare thigh, only inches
from my hardon! 

"And I think it's a good thing," Mrs. Finch assured us both.
"Beth thinks very highly of you, Carl. Now, tell us a bit about
your family. You have a sister, don't you?" 

The rest of the evening passed in small talk, though I did know
they were gently probing to get to know more about me. I told
them about Mom and the divorce, stressing how amicable it was,
not some situation with infidelity and all that, just two people
who couldn't get along as well as they wanted, and how they
shared custody as best they could. 

I told them how Mom had signed me up for the program. I didn't
tell them that Mom, Sis and I had sat down to dinner naked that
very evening. I don't think they were quite ready for something
like that. 

All through the conversation, Beth kept her hand on my thigh. I
never knew I could be that sensitive to something so simple. My
dick was standing up in my lap like a rocket on the launch pad. 

"But getting back to this dance," Mr. Finch finally said, and my
blood ran cold. Maybe he was going to change his mind? "What time
is it over?" 

"Midnight," Beth answered promptly. "And we can walk both ways,
so you won't need to drive us." 

I heaved a sigh of relief at that. It was a year until I could
get my license, and being chauffeured was so embarrassing! 

"Very well, a 12:30 curfew then, young lady. If you'd like to
come in for a soda or something after you get her home, Carl,
that's fine, but she must be in the house by 12:30," Beth's dad
announced firmly. 

"Yessir," I agreed. 

"Now, you two will have a wonderful time, I'm sure," Mrs. Finch
said, twinkling like a fairy godmother. 

"Thanks, Mrs. Finch. We will." I looked at Beth and my heart
melted at the happy sparkle in her eyes. 

When Beth finally walked me to the door I heaved a huge sigh of
relief. She came out on the porch with me. "See, it's all fine!"
She was bubbling she was so excited. 

"Yeah." I was as happy as she was. "Oh, I ordered a corsage, but
I have to tell the man whether it's to be a pin on kind, or if
you want a wrist corsage." 

"Oh, a wrist corsage," she answered quickly. "And any color is
fine, so don't worry about that." 

"It's a camellia. Is that right, camellia?" 

"A camellia is perfect," she assured me, seeming to twinkle at
me. "I'm so excited! Thank you!" She squeezed my hand and gave me
a peck on the cheek, both of us aware that there was only a
screen door separating us from her parents. "I have to go inside
now and finish my homework. I'll see you tomorrow." 

"See you tomorrow," I agreed, longing to pull her against me and
really, really kiss her, knowing I couldn't. 

"Walk me to school in the morning?" she asked hopefully. 

"Sure!" I agreed eagerly. "I'll meet you at the corner!" 

I practically floated home. 






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