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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story 4/8 (fb exhib)
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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 4/8 (fb exhib)

The first thing I did when I got home was take off all my
clothes. 

I kid you not. I guess it was because of what Carl was going
through. I couldn't get out of my mind, either, his suggestion
that I might get called for the program sometime, too. Scary
thought! 

I also remembered how comfortable it was to be nude, with nothing
touching my skin but air. 

Picking up Carl's shorts and shirt, I pressed my face into them,
smelling his delicious scent, before dropping them back on my bed
and turning to the mirror. 

I looked maybe like a buxom twelve year old. Well, fortunately,
Carl was not attracted to the Earth Mother or the Hollywood look.
Not even the phenomenal skills of plastic surgeons could do that
much for me. 

I cupped my tits in my hands, lifting them. Maybe a Wonder Bra
would give me cleavage, I thought. I tried to imagine getting
implants but could only laugh at the idea. I'd look top heavy and
everyone would be waiting for me to fall over all the time. 

Sliding my hands down my sides, I felt the ripples of my ribs,
and was conscious of the smoothness of my skin. Sliding my
fingertips inward from my hips, I followed the line where my
thighs joined my torso, down to my bashful patch of pubic hair. 

I knew girls who waxed themselves so nothing would show when they
wore a bikini. I heard that Marilyn even shaved her pussy bald.
Me, a few clips of the scissors was usually enough, though the
bathing suits I wore were anything but daring. Besides, what was
wrong with hair, I wondered? Carl had hair down there. 

Not that I was about to stop shaving under my arms, and my legs,
I decided. 

Turning away from the mirror, I reached for my after-school
clothes, and then dropped them again. I was alone, so why
shouldn't I be nude? I thought about drawing the curtains, but
liked the sun spilling in, and the fresh air, so I just sat down
at my desk and pulled out the brochure Carl had given me, hoping
to find something in there that would convince daddy to let me go
to the dance with Carl even though Carl would be naked. 

I was surprised at how comprehensive the program was! While
nudity at school was the only mandatory provision, there were a
number of suggestions that reached beyond those brick walls.
Nudity on the streets was not only permitted but encouraged, and
every effort was made to encourage family participation, as well.
Nudity around the home was strongly encouraged, not only for
those taking direct part in the program but for parents and
siblings as well! 

I wondered if Carl's sister or mom were taking part. And what if
I was chosen for the program, would daddy walk around the house
naked? I had a lot of trouble with that image! Which, I thought,
might be an indication that I needed the program; that my family
needed the program. 

A flicker of motion out of the corner of my eye drew my attention
to the window. I realized with a jolt that the boy next door was
looking in my direction - looking at me, as I sat there nude at
my desk! For a second, I was upset, trying to shield my breasts
with the brochure in my hands. 

Then I realized how silly that was. Here I was, trying to cover
myself with a brochure about a program designed to foster
openness and comfort with the naked body! 

I went back to my reading, while, at the same time, keeping an
eye on what was going on next door. I saw him raise a pair of
binoculars to his eyes, and realized that was the motion that had
caught my attention. He was just trying to get a better look! If
he saw me in front of the mirror a minute ago he must have gotten
a real eyeful! 

Actually, he probably couldn't have seen too much. I'd had my
back to the window, and it was shadowy there, too. He could see
more here, but I was sideways to the window. I wondered if I had
the nerve to give him a better look. 

It went against so much of my upbringing! Then I thought of Carl,
and Karen, and the other kids in the program, and what they were
going through. 

They weren't just being spied on from next door. Everyday they
went to school knowing they were literally going to strip naked
and walk through crowded hallways, sit naked in class rooms, even
be the subject of classroom instruction the way Carl had in
French and even math class. 

Karen was letting guys touch her breasts and her pussy, even slip
their fingers up in her vagina, right there in the hallway. Carl
was getting masturbated in front of a whole class! And here I
was, afraid, or ashamed, of being seen by a twelve year old in a
house thirty or forty feet away. 

Putting the brochure down on my desk, I got up and went across
the room like I was going to get something. My path took me
toward the window, but not straight at it, and I didn't look in
its direction. 

But I have good peripheral vision. I could see the kid tracking
me with his binoculars, and he had to be getting an eyeful. He
could see me probably from mid thigh on up. Everything! My
nipples stiffened at the thought. 

Once I was out of his sight I stopped, and waited a few moments,
before turning and crossing back to my desk. This time he was
getting a perfect view of my backside. 

Back at my desk, I sat down and picked up the brochure again,
swiveling my chair toward the window. Rocking back, I put my feet
up on the desk, in the direction of my watcher, crossing my
ankles. I knew he was looking right up along the line of my legs,
up my torso, looking at my bare breasts. A quick glance down
confirmed that my nipples were definitely enjoying the attention!


Truthfully, my whole body was! Oh, I was scared, and blushing,
but I liked the idea of being looked at, too. Maybe there's just
a little bit of exhibitionist in all of us, I though. 

The next step was a little harder, though. All my life I'd been
taught to be ashamed of what I had "down there." I couldn't help
wondering where that had come from, because I didn't remember any
specific lessons. Maybe it was the subtle message that girls sat
primly, with their legs together, their skirts down. 

Taking a deep breath, I uncrossed my ankles, and let one leg
trail down on the floor, while the other was still up on my desk.
By spreading my leg further I opened my crotch wide to the kid
across the way. 

Daring myself to be even bolder, I reached down and scratched
myself, right at the top edge of my pussy hair. I was even toying
with the idea of diddling myself. 

Then I realized, something felt wrong about this whole scene. The
program wasn't about spying on or being spied on through windows,
like some cheap peep show. It was about openness, about accepting
the human body, and I felt ashamed. 

But what could I do? How could I change the situation? 

When I thought of that, my mouth went dry, because I knew the
answer. It would take more courage than I ever thought I had, but
I had to break out of this straightjacket of conventionality I
was trapped in! 

Getting up from my chair I walked straight to my window.
Naturally, the kid dropped the binoculars and ducked down out of
sight. So, I just stood there in the window, waiting, my feet
spread shoulder width apart, my hands on my hips like the
Colossus of Rhodes or something. 

Sure enough, the top of his head, then his eyes appeared above
the sill of his window. I gestured him up, and he got up,
reluctantly, obviously embarrassed at being caught. 

Pointing at myself, I indicated I was going downstairs, and into
the back yard. 

No, I was NOT quite ready for the street yet! 

Then I pointed to him, and indicated he should do the same thing.
He looked shocked, but I looked insistent, and tried to look
unthreatening. Finally, I turned away from the window, but he
still hesitated. I waved a strong "come on!" to him, and then he
moved. 

Downstairs, at the back door, I hesitated a long moment, then
drew in a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out on to the
small back porch. From there I could just see over the fence, and
I saw my audience come out his back door. He glanced over and saw
me. 

"Come around to the gate," I invited, indicating the way. "I'll
let you in." 

Looking puzzled, and wary, he followed my directions, and a few
moments later I opened the gate, stepping back out of sight of
the street to let him in. He hesitated, then came in. 

I faced him boldly, and stuck out my hand. "Hi, I'm Beth. What's
your name?" 

"Uh, Larry," he answered, taking my hand limply. I gave him a
firm handshake, the way daddy had taught me. 

He didn't know where to look. He wanted to look at me, but he was
afraid to. 

Stepping back, I posed for him, intensely conscious of the
feeling of being outside, with the cool, fresh air touching me,
the sun warming my shoulders and flank. "It's all right to look,"
I assured him, turning slowly. 

He just stood there, gaping until I had finished my turn and was
facing him again. "Wow!" he breathed. "You're naked!" 

"Uh huh," I agreed. "And you're not." 

"Uh, no," he admitted. 

"But that's okay," I assured him. "You don't need to get naked, I
don't mind." 

"Oh. Okay." He kept staring, and I could see a bulge in his
pants, so I was having some effect on him. "You're beautiful!" 

"Thank you! Would you like to sit down? Can I get you a soda or
something?" 

"Uh, yeah, I guess so. Uh, why are you naked?" 

I led him to the patio furniture. "Because I like it. It's
comfortable. Here, sit down and I'll get your soda." 

I left him there and ducked into the house. I was back with a
frosty glass for him. 

"I've never seen a real, live naked girl before," he admitted. 

"Like what you see?" I asked. 

"Yeah! Uh - how old are you?" 

"Fifteen," I admitted. "But I don't really think I look it. How
old are you?" 

"Ten, but people say I look older." 

"You do, a bit." 

"Would you - walk around a bit?" 

"Sure." I was tingling all over. I stepped off the patio and
walked around the yard, feeling sun and wind on my body. Then, on
an impulse, I took a few hops and did a cart wheel. 

I'd had a few gymnastics lessons, though I was too afraid to
compete or do anything fancy. At one time I'd been able to walk
on my hands, and I wondered if I still could. 

I wasn't very good at it, but I managed to get upside down for a
few moments anyway, then I started to fall over backwards.
Remembering my training, I ducked my head and rolled, popping to
my feet with a little hop that made my tits jiggle. 

Then I realized I had gotten grass clippings all over my back.
"Would you brush me off, please?" I asked, returning to him and
turning my back. I felt his hands flicking them off my shoulders
and back. 

"My bottom, too, please?" 

When he finished, I was tingling even more as I turned to face
him. "Thanks." 

"You've, uh, got some on your - uh - chest," he pointed out. 

"Do I? Could you brush those off, too?" 

His fingers brushed my titties and my nipples stiffened.
"Thanks." 

Then we heard his mom calling. "I'd better get home," he
announced. "Thanks for the soda. Uh - can I look again?" 

"As much as you want," I told him. "And if you want me to come
over some time, just - oh, I don't know - put a sign in your
window or something. And maybe if I'm not busy you can come over
for a soda again some time." 

"Will you be naked?" 

"As much as I can be," I assured him, sticking my hand out. "Nice
to meet you, Larry." 

"Nice to meet you - uh - Beth, is it?" 

"Beth, I assured him. "Bye!" 

"Bye." 

Back in the house I heaved a sigh of relief, proud of myself for
what I'd done, then hurried up to my room to get at my homework,
not bothering to dress as I sat down at my desk. 

"Come in," I called when my mom knocked on my door. 

"Hi, honey. Oh! You don't have anything on!" 

I swung around. "Uh, no. I got home, and then I got distracted."
Then I scolded myself for lying. "No, that's not true," I
admitted. "I was just so comfortable without any clothes on, I
decided to stay that way a while." 

"Oh! Well. I see." She seemed only a little unsettled. 

"Did you get one of these?" I waved the brochure with its picture
of a naked teen-age boy and girl on the cover. "It's from
school." 

"Yes, we did," mom admitted, looking embarrassed. 

I wondered if it was the cover that bothered her, and asked. 

"Well, a little," she answered. "When I was growing up it was a
confusing time, I guess. My mom would have walloped me if I'd
brought something like that into the house. At the same time
there was all this talk of `free love' and everything." 

"What do you think of the program itself?" 

"Oh, I think it's a good program," mom admitted, to my surprise.

"What about dad?" I asked. 

"Well, that's a different story," mom admitted. "He doesn't even
like to talk about it. He took one look at the brochure and threw
it away." 

"He thinks it's that bad?" I asked. 

"No," she countered. "I think - well, I think, maybe he's
envious. That embarrasses him, I think. I think he feels he
missed the sexual revolution, and still regrets it." 

"Oh." I mulled this over. 

"Is that why you're sitting here in your room naked?" mom asked.

"Partly," I admitted. "I'm wondering how I'd handle it if I'm
selected to take part. I thought I'd better sort of try it out
around the house, just in case." I decided not to mention my
little display for Larry in the back yard. 

"Oh, I don't think that's likely," mom assured me. "According to
what I've read, parents can either sign their children up for it,
do nothing, or say they don't want their children to take par.
The first ones being chosen are ones whose parents actually
volunteer them for it. Surprisingly, I hear there were a large
number in that pool, at least in the upper grades. After that
they're going to draw from ones whose parents haven't chosen one
way or the other." 

"What about ones whose parents refuse to let their children take
part?" I asked. 

"Then they're not chosen. But, of course, they will be seeing
those who do take part, which puts them on the fringe of the
program, at least." 

"Odd man out," I murmured. 

"What's that, dear?" 

"Oh, nothing. Thanks." I was wondering which group I was in. From
what mom had said, they hadn't volunteered me, but was I in that
"no opinion" bunch, or was I "de-selected," so to speak? 

I was afraid to ask. I'd been odd-man-out around school so much -
I wasn't popular or pretty. I wasn't an athlete, though I did
play field hockey. And then, I was smart and got good grades -
that automatically put me in an ostracized group. 

"I do think it would be best if you put some clothes on before
your father got home, though," mom went on. 

"Oh, I will," I assured her as she left my room, closing the door
behind her, leaving me to plot my campaign. 

They didn't know about Carl yet, not really. Our only "date" had
been an afternoon at the movies. They'd never pushed me to be
popular, and dating they felt could wait until I was ready. I'd
not talked about Carl, holding him close to myself, like a
treasure I didn't want to share, unsure of how they'd have
accepted him even before he was pulled into the program. 

To tell the truth, I had been embarrassed by my crush on him. 

Obviously, I couldn't hide him any longer. They'd want to meet
him before they let him take me to the dance. Daddy would grill
him, probably. 

Poor Carl. Shy as he was it would be torture. But, I didn't see
any way around it. 

By the time daddy got home at six o'clock I'd developed a plan.
By then I'd been naked a couple of hours, and it felt kind of
icky to put clothes on, to my surprise. 

Not that I wasn't glad to have them on when I went downstairs for
supper! Naked at dinner? ICK! 

I started with a flank attack after we'd said grace. "I've been
invited to the homecoming dance," I announced as casually as I
could. "It's this Saturday." 

"Have you! Oh, that's wonderful," mom exulted for me, obviously
happy. 

"Who is he? Do we know him?" Daddy asked. 

 "Of course we don't, dear," mom chimed in quickly. "She's never
brought a boy home before. The only date she's ever had was that
thing to the movies a week or two ago, and that wasn't really a
date." 

Well, I thought it was, but I didn't argue with her. "He's the
one I went to the movies with, in fact. His name is Carl Walker,
and he's really sweet," I plunged on desperately. "And I'm
really, really excited about going to the dance!" 

"I'm sure you are dear," Mom agreed. "Oh, but what will you wear?
This Saturday? We'll have to buy you a dress tomorrow, if we can
find one!" 

Somehow I had to get across to daddy how much this dance meant to
me. That was the strongest weapon in my arsenal. Believe me, it
was no act. My whole life depended on going with Carl to this
dance! 

"You really want to go don't you, punkin?" he asked me lovingly.

"Oh, I really do, daddy, I really, really do. Carl is so nice,
and so sweet. He's really smart, too, smarter than I am. He's on
the science track, in my math class. He's high honor roll every
term! And he's one the swim team, and in the marching band, too."


"He sound wonderful, dear," mom said, patting my hand. 

"Almost too good to be true," daddy put in, and I realized I was
in danger of over-selling Carl, so I quick switched to the dance.


"The dance is the big social event of the fall," I explained.
"There's a live band, and the committee has been planning the
whole thing since last year's dance. They'll decorate the gym -
this year's theme is Autumn Leaves, so it'll be in all the fall
colors." 

"Is it chaperoned?" daddy asked suspiciously. 

"Of course it is, daddy. Teachers and parents both are there," I
assured him. 

"It's a school function, Arthur," mom put in. "I'm sure they're
very careful." 

"It means a lot to you, doesn't it," he observed kindly. 

Got him! I hope. "Oh, more than anything, daddy!" 

Now really, I do not manipulate daddy very often, but sometimes,
well, sometimes you just have to steer him in the right
direction. And I was pretty sure that I had him headed on the
right course. But sooner or later, I was going to have to put the
iceberg in his path, but timing was key. 

Fortunately, mom got off on another track by worrying about a
dress for me, which lulled daddy into occasional mumbles about
"how much is this going to cost me?" and things like that. 

I then sneaked the brochure about the program up on to the table.


"Where'd that come from?" daddy asked suspiciously a moment
later. 

"Oh, Carl gave it to me," I answered innocently. 

"He did?" 

I could almost see the ramparts going up, and felt a tremor of
fear, but it had to be faced. "It's been going on in school, oh,
for almost a week now," I admitted. "I can tell  you, it has
created a bit of a stir." 

"Well, I would certainly expect it would," daddy observed. 

I was having trouble reading his mood. Was he really violently
against it? Was he, maybe, wishing they'd had something like it
when he was in school, the way mom had suggested? 

"I'm sure, once it's been around for a few weeks it will just be
accepted that some students are nude," mom observed calmly. 

"What do you think about it?" daddy asked me. 

"Uh, well, it's interesting. I'm learning a lot about boys that
they don't teach in things like bio and even sex ed," I admitted.
"I think it's good. I'm getting more comfortable around boys." 

"Speaking of boys, when are we going to meet this paragon of
yours?" daddy asked. "I don't want to meet him just before he
takes you out to this big dance, before it's too late to do
anything to stop it." 

"Arthur!" mom protested. 

"Well, I don't. You know how I worry about things like drinking,
and drugs and cigarettes," daddy insisted. "Does this Carl person
smoke, or drink?" 

"No, daddy, he doesn't," I assured him. "They don't allow alcohol
at the dance, and anyone who leaves can't come back in, just in
case they try to step out for a nip. And the school is smoke
free, of course." I didn't mention the poor addicted dorks who
sneaked the occasional puffs in the johns, of course. "And as far
as meeting him, I asked him to come by tonight." 

"Oh! Well, that's very thoughtful of you!" At least daddy seemed
to approve of that. 

"Oh dear! The house is a mess!" mom protested predictably. "Hurry
and finish dinner so I can get things tidied." 

"There's just one thing," I went on fearfully, my heart going
like a trip hammer, whatever that is. 

"And what's that, dear?" mom asked innocently. 

"Carl's - in the program," I admitted, putting my hand on the
brochure. 

"Well, my goodness!" mom exclaimed. 

"He is?" daddy erupted. "Then you've seen him...." 

"I've seen him naked, daddy. We have French and math class
together," I admitted. 

"Oh my God!" 

"Now Arthur, calm down," mom urged as daddy went through a series
of color changes that would have done a chameleon proud. 

I decided to get it all over with at once. "And," I went on,
quaking in my proverbial boots, "as he is in the program, that
means he has to attend all school functions in the nude." 

This announcement was greeted by, as the clich**e9** goes, a
ringing silence. 

"Oh my goodness!" mom finally breathed, fanning herself with her
napkin. 

"Over my dead body!" daddy exploded. 

"Daddy, please, listen to me." I didn't need to pretend to be
near tears. I was near tears. "He didn't know it when he asked me
to the dance! But he'd rather take me to the dance naked than
make me miss going to the dance entirely. I think that's
incredibly brave!" 

Daddy wasn't capable of anything more than some sputtering for a
moment. 

Mom was looking at me shrewdly. I think she'd figured out why I'd
been naked so much. "And how do you feel about it?" 

"I think it's very brave of him, and I'd follow him anywhere, no
matter if he was wearing nothing or a - or a - bed sheet - or
just a jock strap!" I insisted. "He's the one who will be naked,
not me!" 

Little did I know!

"Well - well," daddy stammered. "I - well - well - I." 

"He's really not bad looking without any clothes on," I admitted
thoughtfully. "He's got a nice body, in fact." 

"Oh, my," mom breathed heavily. 

"You'll see," I concluded desperately, "because I asked him to
come by tonight dressed - or - uh - rather NOT dressed like he -
uh - won't be dressed for the dance." 

"Oh my God!" It was mother's turn this time. 

"JESUS H. CHRIST!" daddy erupted. 

All I could do was sit there while the storm raged. Eventually,
the winds eased and calm returned to the waters. 

"He's coming here, naked," daddy said. 

"Yes daddy," I answered as bravely as I could, thinking maybe
this whole idea had been a huge, horrible, catastrophic mistake.

"Tonight," mom said. 

"At eight o'clock." 

Their eyes practically clicked as they looked at the clock on the
wall. 

I had about forty five minutes to live, I decided. 

"Call him and tell him not to come," daddy suggested. 

"I won't do that, daddy. You won't let me go to the dance until
you meet him, and this is your chance to meet him." 

"He'll be walking the streets naked!" mom pointed out. 

"He's done that already. He mowed his lawn naked yesterday, and
then, last night I went over and we went for a walk, and he was
naked," I admitted. I omitted the kisses, of course! 

"Oh my!" Mom was fanning herself again. 

There was more talk, and I kept pointing out how brave Carl was
to do this at all, until mom decided she had to get things tidied
up, in case Carl did come by, and daddy relented and promised to
at least let him in the door. 

I'm not sure he was overjoyed at having mom meet my naked
boyfriend, though, but she wasn't about to be left out, of
course. She may be "only a housewife," as they say, but beneath
her shyness and diffidence she's smart and strong. 

"You go upstairs, young lady," daddy ordered. "Your mother and I
will deal with this situation. You have homework to do. You can
come down at 8:30." 

I didn't have any more homework to do, really, but I decided a
strategic withdrawal was in order at this point. 

All I could do was sit in my room, praying, while my whole life
hung in the balance. 



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