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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story 2/8 (mf exhib voy rom)
Date: Thu,  8 Nov 2001 14:51:09 -0500
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This story is a follow up to the series "Carl Naked in School,"
which you may want to read first. Before you read that, you might
want to seek out Karen Wagner's excellent story, "Karen Naked in
School," which was the inspiration for my efforts. 

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Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story 2/8 (mf exhib voy rom)

That evening, after the way I spent the afternoon, I was
restless, like something was sort of chewing away inside me. So,
after dinner I decided to go for a walk. 

Only, before I did, I did go upstairs and put on the underwear
I'd left off earlier. It had been a spooky feeling, eating dinner
knowing under my blouse and shorts I was naked, but I wasn't
quite ready to face the world without that armor yet. 

Of course, I'd been thinking of Carl, and sure enough, I found
myself on his street. Like I didn't mean to go there? I don't
know. All I know is, that's where my feet carried me. I guess in
the back of my mind I was hoping he'd be out, that I'd see him. 

No! I KNEW that was what I had been hoping. Only he wasn't out,
of course. What did I think, that he'd be out there waiting for
me to walk by? Sometimes I can be a real dork! 

Still, I kept hoping he'd be there, like maybe he'd come out to
get the mail or something. I must have walked around the block
three times, and even after that I paced up and down the block a
half a dozen more times, studying his house, sending thought
messages, hoping he'd come out. There were grass clippings on the
sidewalk, I noticed, so he must have mowed the lawn, which meant
he'd already mowed, so he wouldn't be coming out for that. It
smelled good, sweet and succulent. 

Is succulent the right word? I wished I was taking Mr. Turner's
creative writing class with Carl. 

Finally, screwing my courage to the sticking point, my heart
hammering, my mouth dry, I went up the walk and rang the
doorbell, hoping maybe Carl would like to go for a walk with me.

I kept asking myself what I was afraid of. The worst he could do
was tell me to go away, right? 

The brave man (or woman) dies but once, the coward dies many
times, I thought as I waited on the porch, slowly dying. 

Then his sister, Dee, opened the door, and I felt liked I'd been
given a reprieve at the last minute. I didn't really know her.
She's four years younger than Carl, I knew, but no more bratty
than the average 11 year old, I guess. 

"Uh, is Carl home?" I asked nervously. 

She led me into the living room to wait. "I'll get him," she
offered. 

"Thanks." I was left with a puzzling image as she practically
leaped out of the room with what sounded like a soft cackle of
glee. 

A few moments later she was back, Carl following her into the
living room. He was naked, and from the look on his face, and his
sister's, I suddenly realized I had walked into some sort of a
Sibling Situation. 

No matter what, just the sight of him was enough to send my heart
into palpitations, and my knees got weak. I think that would have
happened even if he'd been fully dressed. 

Of course, I'd seen him naked at school, but here he was, at
home, naked! And his sister was right there, too, in a tee shirt
and shorts. Now, why should that be so different from him being
naked in front of a whole class? She's family, after all. It
should be more normal, not less, shouldn't it?

I felt like I was some kind of an intruder. There was some kind
of a sub-text running here, I was sure of that!

Whatever it was, Dee was obviously getting a great kick out of
all this, while poor Carl was blushing like a sunset at the
beach. 

Of course, I also couldn't help noticing that his cock had risen
like a rocket the moment he saw me. 

Now, I'm a scientist, remember, I told Myself sternly, so let us
analyze this as objective observers, using the cause-and-effect
framework of the dispassionate scientist. 

Oh yeah, sure! Myself answered back, but I swatted it down. 

Now, bear in mind, I told Myself, this is not a controlled
experiment. But notice, when the subject, Carl, entered the room,
his penis was limp - or, at most, only half-hard. 

Subject, Carl, sees me, Beth. 

Call me "stimulus." 

Stimulus? Myself asks, helpfully pointing out my many figure
inadequacies, reminding me that I am fully dressed and about as
sexy as a Raggedy Ann doll. 

I sternly told Myself to shut up, to little avail, as I
endeavored to retain my scientific detachment in the face of
rampant masculine nudity. 

Observe, I told Myself. Subject's cock immediately goes from
semi-erect to fully erect. Said reaction did not take place when
his sister (call her "control factor") went to summon him, only
after the subject, namely Carl, had seen stimulus, namely me. 

Wow! Even Myself was impressed! I felt that exciting tingle down
in my tummy again, and resisted the urge to scratch that itch
between my thighs. Oh, that would be truly gauche, I told Myself
sternly, while Myself reminded me how good it would feel! 

It took threats, but Carl eventually got Dee out of the room and
he and I did a little chit-chat. I finally managed to explain
that I was wondering if he wanted to go for a walk, but added
that in view of his - uhm - state, maybe he wouldn't. 

I felt a rush of joy when he said he would like to, but before he
could make a move to get some clothes on Dee, who obviously had
gone no further than the hallway and was eavesdropping, reminded
him of their deal. 

Ah hah! Eat your heart out, Nancy Drew. I'd found The Subtext! A
deal, but what kind of a deal? 

So, he had to explain it, blushing all the while, of course. It
turned out he'd agreed to be naked until bed time if she'd do
dinner and the dishes! But he did still want to take a walk with
me. 

"If, that is, you don't mind being seen with me like this," he
added, indicating his clothing deprived state. His cock was still
pointing at me like a homing missile, of course. 

So I said, "Oh! You guys take deals seriously!" and Dee said
"Darn straight" and at that point Carl set out after her with
malice aforethought, leaving me to wrestle with the dilemma he'd
handed me. 

Did I want to go for a walk with him? 

More than anything. I just wanted him to myself, to be with him.
Besides I had already asked him, hadn't I? I couldn't just stand
him up now, without looking like a total dweeb. 

But with him naked? That did change the equation somewhat. 

I was still wrestling with this when he came back. All I could
think of to say was "I don't mind, if you don't," trying to
volley the ball back to his side of the court, and putting it
right in the net, of course! He'd already had said he'd do it,
after all.  

It took a few minutes for him to negotiate the issue of shoes and
socks - well, no that was negotiated quickly, in his sister's
favor, but he disappeared upstairs for a few minutes, to finish
her off. I didn't hear any screams, so presumably he was quick
and efficient, probably leaving her to bleed out in the bath tub.
 

Then he was back and, as we headed toward the door, him wearing
no more than a smile, I asked him how he could just DO it so
easily. When he explained he'd already mowed the front lawn that
way, after he got home from school, and I understood.  

Then, the next thing I knew, we were heading down the walk into
the warm evening, with him stark naked (not even shoes or socks).


Oh wow! 

I'd thought about doing exactly this that afternoon, walking down
the street beside him with him naked, and here it was happening!
Oh gosh! I mean, he was all skin, and a little hair, from top to
toe, with everything hanging out there! 

Then he went on to tell me about his audience when he mowed,
thanks to his sister's phone tree, and I really wished I'd been
there to see it, too. I guess I sort of blurted a blurt to that
effect, and flushed when he caught it. 

 "Well, here I am," he says, spreading his arms wide like he was
displaying himself. Just then a car drove by and he didn't even
flinch! 

I tried not to look at his bobbing hardon too much, but I think
he caught me peeking more than once, which made me blush even
more. Our arms were brushing, and I was intensely aware of him so
close beside me, like I could feel the heat from his naked flesh,
even, and out of the corner of my eye I couldn't help seeing how
his hardon led the way. 

Then he took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and my
heart really went into overdrive. 

I know, I know, we were only holding hands, but that was more
touching than we'd done on our date to the movies! 

And, when I asked, he admitted it was exciting to be like this.
Well doh! As he indicated, I should be able to tell that by the
rampant state of his manhood. I felt kind of stupid about that! 

I was also remembering how I'd masturbated him in class that very
day, remembering how exciting it had been to hold his hot,
pulsating cock, catching his thick, warm semen in my hanky. 

And I realized there was something incongruous about our
relationship. I mean, here he was naked, and we were holding
hands, walking down the street, and I'd milked his cock, even,
and yet we hadn't ever even kissed! 

So we talked about his getting relief, and I made some nasty
comments about Marilyn and her reputation for sucking cock, and
then it sort of fell out of my mouth what I'd been thinking,
about us never having even kissed. 

And he stopped, and asked me if I'd like to kiss him, and of
course I said yes. 

And I asked him if he'd like to kiss me, and to my immense
relief, tinged with a bit of fear, he said yes. 

And then we did. Right there on the street. Kissed, I mean. Him
naked, and me dressed, with the whole block looking on! 

It being our first, it was a little awkward. Our noses got in the
way, and our glasses and stuff, but finally our lips touched
softly and warmly while I steadied myself with a hand on his bare
shoulder, and my heart sort of skipped a few beats, the way your
feet sometimes do before you break into a run, and then it began
to race. 

It was pretty good! My heart was going pit-a-pat, and something
was happening down lower, too, and I felt all tingly inside after
we finished. 

We sort of looked at each other, and then we tried again, and it
went better this time, the issues of noses and glasses having
been resolved. 

We moved closer together, and his hardon poked me in the tummy!

And I did not giggle! Instead, I drew him even closer, my hands
on his naked waist, and he did a sort of funny, squirmy wiggle,
and his cock slid up between us like a pole, and we got even
closer together, our arms around each other. His lips sneaked
open an eensy bit, and mine did, and our tongues played tag, and
when I breathed in I breathed in though him, taking in his scent.


And he was naked, his skin against my clothes, my arms around his
naked torso, and his body was warm, and satin and alive under my
hands, but I was scared to do more than hold on. I felt him
stroking my back, knew he could feel my bra through my blouse,
and I wished there was nothing at all between us. I really did! I
went limp and just molded myself against him, totally overwhelmed
by the feel of his warm body against mine. We tasted each other,
and breathed each other, and felt each other - every sense was
working to capacity! 

And all the time we were both aware of his cock, like a log,
squeezed between us. It was like an elephant in the parlor. I
mean, there it was, and we couldn't ignore it, but what could we
say - there's an elephant in the parlor? We both knew what it
was, and that it was THERE, and why it was there, and it was just
one more wonderful sensation to mingle with all the others that
were overwhelming me! 

When we finally broke the kiss my ears were ringing, the blood
was stampeding through my arteries and veins, and I felt all warm
and wet way down inside someplace. 

I felt a little spot of cold, too, and brushed at the wet spot
his drooling hardon had left on my blouse, and he apologized. 

"That's okay, it'll dry," I said, feeling wet stickiness on my
fingers. 

Okay. I admit it, I giggled. But I wasn't blushing. That wet spot
was because of me! 

"I like you," he said. 

"You want me," I translated. Well doh! I mean, here I am with his
pre-cum drying on me. His hardon was literally drooling for me!
We're not talking rocket science here!

It scared me. 

"Yes," he admitted. "One thing about being naked is there's no
way to hide that." He laughed nervously, his hardon bouncing as
he did. "But I like you, too." 

"That's okay. I like you, and I want you, too," I admitted.
"Only...." My voice trailed off. I was hungry and excited, of
course, but I was also terrified. 

"You're not ready," he finished for me. "Neither am I," he went
on when I managed to nod. 

And we left it at that! No pressure, except the pressure we each
felt inside ourselves. I don't know if that was a sign of
maturity, or simple panic at what we were feeling. The thought of
letting him put that part of him inside that special part of me
was more than I could handle! 

The elephant was still in the parlor, of course. Or, more
accurately, it walking down the street with us - at least its
trunk was, I guess you could say, to stretch a metaphor. So,
while the elephant's trunk swayed along, we talked about contact
lenses, and I asked him to walk me home, and he said yes, and my
heart did a little leap over such a small favor! I was really
awash - at sea! - in a bunch of feelings that I couldn't sort
out. 

It was the most beautiful, exciting night of my life to date. The
sky overhead was a deep, deep blue, with a few twinkling stars
beginning to look down on us. The streetlights were on, and
lights in the houses. 

I tried to imagine what he must be feeling, how the evening air
was touching him all over, except where I was touching him. Even
the sidewalk, under his bare feet - what a tidal wave of
sensations he must be feeling! I was envious, and imagined myself
like him. 

I hugged his arm, and shivered. 

"Are you cold?" he asked. 

"Me?" I asked. "No. You're the one should be cold!" 

"I'm not," he assured he softly, and we sort of leaned more
against each other. 

It was dark when we got to the walk to my door, and I held him
back in the shadows, out of sight. I didn't want to go inside. I
didn't want to leave him! I just wanted this to go on and on and
on, and I'm pretty sure he felt the same way, from the way he
held on to my hand and we kept rubbing against each other. 

I looked down at our "elephant," trying to imagine my parents'
reaction if I brought him in like this. Daddy would have a
stroke! "I'd invite you in, but..." 

He looked down at his hardon and grimaced wryly. "I understand."

"I - it'll take me a while to get them used to the idea," I 
explained, thinking mournfully like maybe a century or two, if
they ever do, knowing how protective daddy was. I was fifteen,
but as far as I was concerned I was still his little girl. 

We snuggled some more, and talked, and then someone - probably
daddy - flicked on the porch light, and I knew he somehow knew I
was there. 

And Carl and I both knew the evening was over, that I had to go
in, and we both hurt at the though. 

"Well, good night," I said softly, giving him a shy peck on the
cheek. 

Then we were wrapped up in each other again, and I felt so small,
and so safe, and at the same time, so deliciously frightened in
his arms, his cock between us again. 

There wasn't anything shy or hesitant about this kiss! It was
long, and deep, our tongues exploring, even our teeth clashing,
and I did everything I could to wrap myself in his skin, until at
last we had to separate or suffocate. 

Good night, sweet prince, I thought, scolding myself for coming
up with something out of Hamlet's death scene, instead of Romeo
and Juliet. 

"Good night," he whispered. 

I touched my finger to my lips, then his, because to have risked
another kiss would have been too much. "Good night." 

Folding my arms, as if I were holding him close to me in some
way, I walked slowly up the walk, feeling him watching my back. 

Oh, how I wanted to turn around, but I knew I didn't dare or I'd
never make it inside! I mean, the attraction was that strong! And
I have always thought of myself as a rational person, not one of
those giggly girls with nothing but boys, boys and boys on their
minds! But all I could think of was him, how he looked, and
sounded, and smelled, and tasted, and felt against me. 

"Did you have a nice walk, punkin?" daddy asked me as I closed
the door with my butt, hiding the tell-tale stains on my clothes
with my folded arms. 

"Uh huh," I assured vaguely, my mind only half there, half still
back with Carl as I headed up to my room. 

For some reason, just as I reached the top of the stairs, I
suddenly remembered the homecoming dance was coming up this
Saturday, in just two days, and I almost turned back to rush back
to Carl to ask him if he wanted to go, but stumbled instead,
scared he'd say the wrong thing. 

Then I felt a desperate hope that he would ask me, though why
would he? He probably had forgotten all about the dance! I mean,
neither of us had ever been to a school dance before, or at least
I hadn't, and I didn't think he had! I mean, nobody had ever
asked me, and I was too shy to go stag. We'd only been to the
movies once!

And you masturbated him, and held his hand, and kissed him, I
reminded Myself. 

But still, Myself asked, why would he even think of the dance? He
and I were birds of a feather - geeks, and everyone knows geeks
don't dance. 

Oh but I hoped he'd ask me! I even added it to my prayers that
night. And the fear that he wouldn't had me chewing on my pillow
half the night. 

But, I also went to bed naked, something I'd never, ever done
before, so I could feel the sheets against my body, and thought
of Carl being the same way in his bed, and I felt so close to
him, and I wished he were there, just holding me, skin to skin. 



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