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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story 6/8 (mf exhib nosex)
Date: Thu,  8 Nov 2001 16:10:06 -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 6/8 (mf exhib nosex)

If you're thinking that I was having seconds thoughts about going
to the dance naked when I woke up Saturday morning you are
totally wrong! 

I had my second thoughts well before I went to bed Friday night.
I had third thoughts at bedtime, fourth thoughts about one in the
morning as I lay on my back in bed, staring at the ceiling. I
had, fifth, six, and seventh thoughts, respectively, at 2:23,
3:26 and 4:08 in the morning. 

Let me give you a tip. Don't ever get one of those bedside clock
radios that shines the time on the ceiling. Bad idea. Bad, bad,
bad. 

Somewhere along the line I did fall asleep, because it was mom
that got me up about noon. Of course I immediately entertained
yet another set of thoughts. 

I mean, how could I do it? How could I go to the biggest dance of
my life - the only dance - well, it is to be hoped, the first
fancy dress dance of my life - stark naked? I'd be - I'd be - I'd
be - naked! 

Let me point out to you, that naked is NOT fancy dress! Naked is
totally undressed! Totally! 

Of course, my date was going to be naked, too, but still. 

"Mom, let's try again to find a dress today," I said over the
bowl of corn flakes that was all that my stomach could possibly
contend with. 

"I thought you wanted to go to the football game," she pointed
out. 

"I do! I have to see Carl march in the band!" Daddy, I should
mention, was off playing golf, so mom and I could carry on this
conversation without arousing suspicions. He planned to be at the
game, though I probably wouldn't see him there. Mom and I still
hadn't figured out how to break the scheme to him. 

"Are you having second thoughts?" mom asked sympathetically. 

"We can go shopping before the game," I suggested desperately,
unwilling to discuss my vacillations, which had to be rocking
seismographs in Tokyo at this point. 

She looked at the clock. "I don't see how that's possible," she
pointed out. "If you don't leave soon you won't even get into the
game." 

 "Oh. Well, maybe after the game?" I was shoveling down cereal,
getting panicky, I admit. 

"Do you really think that would work?" She looked worried. 

"Pleeaasse," I begged. "Meet me after the game!" 

Mom sighed, but she's a brick. "Well, if you insist. We'll give
it one more try." 

"Thanks, mom." I gave her a peck on the cheek and dashed upstairs
to dress. I'd come downstairs naked in an attempt to bolster
myself for the evening, but it hadn't worked. 

So, what did I put on? The usual blouse and skirt, though I do
have shorts. No bra and - gulp - no panties? I steeled myself.
Yes, I'd go without panties! I'd come to the conclusion that mine
were totally yucky! I really regretted not having bought some
lacey frilly ones while I'd had the chance. 

But then, if I did go to the dance naked, why bother with
frillies? 

Oh God! Was I really going to do that? 

NO! Mom would pick me up at the game, we'd go to Bon Ami and
they'd have the perfect dress for me! I'd look like a fairy
princess! 

My hair was down, so I hurriedly pony tailed it with an elastic
thingy in the school colors. Whatever the beautician had done to
my hair had given me some really nice shadings, strands of
reddish gold and russet amidst the brown! 

I grabbed my one other concession to school spirit, a scarf
knitted in the scarlet and gold school colors, and headed
downstairs. Mom was finishing up in the kitchen, so I went that
way, grabbing daddy's binoculars on the way past the hall closet.
 

"See if you can borrow someone's cell phone to call me when the
game is about over. I'll meet you at the corner of Main and
Maple," mom promised. 

"Thanks mom, you're great!" I gave her a kiss and a hug before
bolting out the back door and around the corner to the gate to
the driveway. 

"Hi, Beth, you got a minute?" the kid from next door hailed me.
Larry, that was his name. 

"Not really, I'm going to the football game." 

His face fell. "Aw, my mom won't let me go. She says there are
going to be naked cheerleaders there." 

"There are," I admitted. 

"Would you give me a show instead?" he asked hopefully. 

I checked my watch. "I really don't have the time." Then he
looked so crestfallen I felt I had to do something, so I faced
him and flipped my skirt up so he could see my bare pussy. Then I
whirled around, and gave him a flash of my bare butt before
leaving him gaping in the driveway as I jogged off, the air
swirling up under my skirt to caress my bareness, my tits
bouncing. 

The closer I got to the field the more people there were headed
in that direction, so I picked up my pace from a jog to a trot to
a run as I realized I might wind up sitting in the end zone at
ground level. Then a car with some boys I knew in it drove by. As
they yelled I sprinted up and dove head first into the back seat,
my skirt flying up around my ears as I did. 

"Thanks," I panted, managing to get myself right side up with the
help of the very eager hands of the boys in the back seat. There
wasn't anyplace to sit, so I wound up on someone's lap, of
course, giving him a thrill. 

They knew a back way into the parking area, near the gym, and we
sneaked into the field through the athletes' entrance, which
avoided both the crush at the ticket windows and the need to pay
(oh, don't worry, Little Miss Honesty here dropped cash in an
envelope by the school office the following Monday), and I
managed to wedge my way into the stands about six rows up at the
40 yard line! 

As I sat down, my bare bottom on the rough seat, I realized that
the open bleachers were an unexpected problem. There were always
hordes of kids running around beneath them, and any of them that
came through in front of me would be able to see right up my
skirt!. 

Wonderful, I thought, wishing I had put on panties. Maybe with
the cheerleaders, who were already there and, as advertised,
naked, no one would be interested in me. 

The band was formed up in the end zone, and I could see Carl, a
pink highlight in the ranks of scarlet and gold, his brass
trombone flashing in the sun. I focused the binoculars on him and
feasted my eyes on what I could see of him. He was chatting with
Stephanie, who was a row ahead of him with the flutes. I saw her
laugh at something he said and felt a twinge of jealousy. 

Then I saw him scanning the crowd, and knew he was looking for
me, so I waved, but I don't think he saw me. Still, I felt
better. 

Then they cranked up a fight song, and the cheerleaders formed a
lane for the players to sprint down, their pom poms a bright
contrast to their bare skin. The two black girls on the
cheerleader squad really stood out! 

The first half of the game was marvelous - what I understood of
it. Okay, I already admitted I'm a geek. I hadn't started going
to games until I got interested in Carl, when I'd come to see him
march and play, even though he didn't know I existed! I'd been to
more swim meets, to see Carl swim, of course, than I had football
games! 

I was a little worried about the poor guy from South who got
knocked cold when he was distracted by a naked cheerleader, but I
saw him later, pacing the sidelines, an ice bag on the back of
his neck, and a goofy smile on his face, so I guess he was all
right. 

I was a bit worried for some of the cheerleaders, too, the more
well endowed ones. Some of their routines were very strenuous,
and the way their tits bounced around had to be uncomfortable. If
they went naked like that all the time they'd be developing a
serious case of the sags in pretty short order! The ones with
tits like mine had a real advantage, I realized, and I didn't
feel so badly about my lack of bust. 

Then it was half time, and the band marched on single file, using
that high-stepping strut of theirs, and began to spell out the
school name in script, and Carl really stood out. He stood out
even more when he broke from the formation, marching straight off
from the top of the "l" into empty field! There he was, wandering
like he was lost, all by himself! Every eye in the stadium was on
him! Every eye! 

The cheerleaders were taking a break. 

He strutted proudly, playing his trombone as he marched, his
naked cock bobbing in time with the music. They got near the end
of the fight song, and I saw him tease Stephanie by looping
around her before sprinting to finally find his place at the top
of the "i" and coming to a halt right on the beat! 

He was WONDERFUL! I jumped up and down, and yelled and screamed,
oblivious to the way my skirt was flying up, feeling my tits
bounce, my nipples rubbing the inside of my blouse until they
were on fire! 

"That's my boyfriend," I told everyone within six rows as the
applause died down. And everyone said how good he looked, and how
brave he was, and I agreed. He was so BRAVE! And he was
wonderful! I knew that! 

And I wished I could be with him, right then, naked so that
everyone could see us both, and at that moment I realized that I
HAD to go to the dance naked. There was just no other choice! 

I felt a little frisson of fear at the thought. 

"Frisson." That's a word Carl taught me. It almost sounds like
what it is, a delicious little shiver that makes your skin
prickle all over. 

As I sat down again a wide eyed kid of about ten suddenly popped
his head up under the bleacher in front of me, looking right up
my skirt, and I wondered how many others had done that that I
hadn't noticed. Grinning at him, I spread my legs, giving him a
dead-on look at my naked crotch! The little perv actually had the
nerve to whip up a camera and take a picture, the flash almost
blinding me! 

"Are you going to sell that?" I asked him, a little peeved. 

"If I can get it developed," he admitted with a brazen grin. 

"Well, if you do, I want a cut!" I countered. 

"Fat chance!" he shot back, ducking away before I could grab him
by the ears. 

I wondered what the one hour photo place would do when he had the
roll developed. Probably nothing. This whole thing was going to
be so - so - yesterday-ish within a week, who would care? 

Which, maybe, is the way it should be. 

Then the second half began, and we won at the last minute, and
everyone went crazy. I pushed my way on to the field so I could
get near the band as they played the alma mater, and managed to
catch Carl's eye long enough to give him a big "thumbs up" sign.
Then, so mom didn't worry, I borrowed a phone and called her to
tell her not to come and get me, and started walking home,
feeling a little lonely, and a lot worried, thinking of the dance
and the evening ahead. 

I couldn't leave Carl to face that alone wearing nothing but a
smile while I wore a pretty dress! He was my boyfriend! What was
it the preacher said - in sickness and in health, for richer or
poorer, for better for worse? Not that we married, of course, or
even thinking of it, but didn't I owe him that much support, at
least? 

Okay, I admit, the idea scared me so much I would have wet my
non-existent pants, but I had to do it!

Well then, Myself said, why don't you start now? 

Now? 

I looked around. There were people making their way homeward from
the game, waving pom poms, chattering excitedly. I wondered where
Carl was among them, but knew it would be almost impossible to
find him. He'd been mobbed after the game. 

You're putting it off, Myself pointed out nastily. 

I kept walking and fingered the buttons on my blouse, and the
first one popped open. My hand trembling, I fingered the next
button, the one between my shy breasts, and it popped open. 

I drew a breath, feeling the air touching my chest. 

The next button resisted gentle fingering. It required more will
on my part. I looked down, and flicked it open, opening my shirt
below my breasts. 

There were two buttons to go. 

I wondered how had it been so easy in the mall parking lot. Had
it been because mom was there? Because I'd seen other girls going
into the mall nude? Because I was wearing panties that time?
Because I was among strangers, instead of neighbors? Because I
had been wearing slutty cum spattered clothes that were more
embarrassing than my bare skin? 

The next button went, exposing my tummy. 

To reach the last one I'd have to pull the blouse out of the
waist of my skirt. 

Or, I could take off my skirt, leaving tails of my blouse to
cover what little modesty I'd have left. 

I hadn't broken stride yet. I didn't want to attract a lot of
attention with my striptease. Once I got naked that would attract
more than enough. That I was sure of. 

I toyed the button on the side of my skirt, then changed my mind
and went for the zipper instead, running it down, letting a
whisper of air in to touch my naked hip. 

Then I fingered the button again. Twisting it, I worked it
through the button hole, but pinched things to keep the waist of
my skirt tight. 

Taking a deep breath, I let go, and the skirt dropped around my
ankles. A quick step, a quick dip and I picked it up without
missing a beat, feeling the air stirring around my naked thighs,
brushing my bottom. 

I couldn't tell how much of me was revealed. Did the tails of my
blouse cover my pussy and my ass? Already I felt incredibly
exposed, and I had the feeling everyone on the street was
watching me. 

Walking slowly, I carefully folded my skirt and draped it over my
arm. 

Then I fingered the last button on my blouse, and felt it slip
through the hole before I was really ready. My shirt spread open
from the top to the bottom, air stirring my pussy hair. 

I remembered how I'd made Carl undress the afternoon before,
right there on the street, not a block from here. I remembered
how bravely he'd marched the football field, with everyone's eyes
on him. 

Shrugging my shirt off one shoulder, I let it drop down my arm
and off. Changing arms with my skirt, I let my blouse slide down
my other arm, catching it before it dropped, and hanged it
carefully over my arm with my skirt. 

I was naked, except for my shoes, the binoculars on the strap
around my neck, and the cross on its gold chain. Reaching up, I
undid my pony tail, letting my hair spill loose around my
shoulders. I felt the sun on my back and ass, felt the air on my
tits and pussy, and I heard the chatter around me, saw people
looking at me. 

I walked straighter, taller (well, taller for me, anyway),
prouder, my nipples stiffening. 

Oh God! It was scary and exciting all at the same time. I felt so
exposed and vulnerable and alive all at once! And tonight I was
going the dance this way! 

Oh God! 



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