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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story 7/8 (mf exhib)
Date: Thu,  8 Nov 2001 16:10:08 -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 7/8 (mf exhib)

"Are you sure you want to do this?" mom asked me for the
umpteenth time. Naked as the day I was born, I was sitting at my
desk, looking in the mirror as mom pinned my hair up the way the
beautician had shown her, using pins with little fake diamonds on
them. They made my hair sparkle like a cluster of stars caught in
a dark nebula. 

Okay, romantic it's not, but it's the way I, ever the scientist,
saw it. 

Anyway, combined with the highlighting the hairdresser had done I
had glamorous hair, instead of my usual dull brown locks. 

"I have to," I repeated, also for the umpteenth time. "Otherwise
Carl would be the only one there naked. Besides, what choice do I
have? I  haven't a thing to wear," I reminded her with a nervous
laugh, trying to joke myself out of my near panic. 

I was all pink and clean from a good tubbing. My nipples were
hard with excitement, and I could see my ribs moving with every
anxious breath. My tummy was fluttering, though that was only on
the inside. 

Daddy, of course, was downstairs watching TV and reading the
newspaper, totally oblivious to my anxiety. He would only find
out about my display after the ball was over, presenting him
with, as Mademoiselle Duclos would say, a fait accompli. 

I wondered if she was going to be there at the dance as a
chaperone. I hadn't liked the way she'd fondled Carl. Maybe my
being there in the altogether would warn her off. 

"You're very brave," mom observed. "There, your hair is done. How
do you like it?" 

I studied it. I looked so different with my hair all piled on my
head, a few graceful ringlets trailing around my ears. It made my
neck look longer. "Beautiful," I decided honestly, telling myself
that it would take some getting used to, and reminding myself I
wouldn't have to look at it. 

"You'll need earrings, of course, and I have just the thing, but
they'll wait until we get your makeup done. You do it, I'll guide
you," she assured me, pushing an intimidating array of pigments
and potions at me. 

I'd never been big on stuff like jewelry and makeup. Oh, I had
studs in my ear lobes, simple gold ones, but that and the cross I
usually wore, the one grammy and grampy Finch gave me when I
turned thirteen, was all the jewelry I owned. 

With mom's guidance, I managed to get my face painted without too
many disasters. At first I felt like a clown. Then I noticed how
the eye makeup brought out little gold flecks in what I had
always thought of as dull brown eyes. Pinked up, my lips looked
more kissable, I thought, and the base and rouge did a lot to
hide those ugly things like pores, and emphasize my dimples. 

"Beautiful. Now, stand up and let me look at you," mom ordered. 

"What time is it?" I asked anxiously, reaching for my glasses and
putting them on. 

"Relax, you have plenty of time." Mom could be so steadying!
"Turn around, slowly." 

I did, still barefoot. Well, totally bare, actually, watching
myself in the mirror. I looked so exposed! There was nothing
between me and the world, and that was how I'd be at the dance! 

My innards gave a funny little squinching sort of thing. It felt
just a little bit like I needed to pee or something, only not
quite the same. It was like that feeling you get when you ride a
roller coaster and you take that first big dip, you know? 

"I think a little enhancement might be in order," she mused,
reaching for the makeup. With gentle strokes she began painting
my breasts with base, smoothing it on carefully, very lightly.
"You have such lovely skin you don't need much," she went on
thoughtfully, fading the contrast between my faint tan and the
paleness of my breasts. I was getting all twitchy from the
contact. 

She didn't do my whole body, just the parts that were lighter -
breasts, bottom, pussy area, hips - blending them into the more
tan areas, fading out those little imperfections like moles and
freckles. 

"Oh!" I flinched when she used her fingers to gently pinch some
blush on my nipples. She brushed them with her fingertips to
spread it and they stood up even more anxiously. Self-consciously
I cupped my breasts in my hands, embarrassed. Then I took my
hands away and looked at my reflection, noticing how my titties
had been accented to stand out just a little bit more. 

Kneeling in front of me, she took a comb to my pussy hair. "This
is lovely and soft," she observed. "It smells good, too." 

I giggled nervously. "I shampooed it, and used conditioner on
it," I admitted. 

"What a good idea! I'll have to try that someday." 

That, I decided, was getting a little too close to her sex life
for me. "What time is it?" 

"Plenty of time," mom insisted. "You want to make him wait for
you anyway. It heightens expectations." 

I decided I'd never be any good at this mating dance thing. I'm
one of those people who's always at least five minutes early for
everything. 

Still on her knees, mom rocked back, looking thoughtful. "We need
a little something," she mused. "Wait here a minute." 

In moments she was back with a length of gold ribbon. Kneeling
again, combing and tugging gently on my pubic hair, she fashioned
a delicate little bow near the top of my pussy! 

"Oh my," I said softly, feeling my inner petals softening at the
thought of the way it would draw attention to Down There. 

"Now jewelry," she said, popping out again and returning with a
pair of her prettiest, dangly earrings and a matching necklace,
just as we heard the doorbell go off. 

"Oh God!" I moaned. "Give me those." I practically snatched the
earrings from her. While I nervously got them on, she stood
behind me, calmly fastening on the necklace. I heard daddy
greeting Carl as I slipped my shoes on, and stood in front of the
mirror one last time. 

That stranger was back again, the one I'd first met in the mall
mirror. I looked taller, more mature. The earrings and necklace
sparkled. My neck looked long and graceful, and knowing eyes
looked back at me. Even with my glasses on I didn't look geeky at
all! With the jewelry and sparkles in my hair I looked like a
princess. 

A naked princess. 

I was soooo naked! The glitter of the jewelry on my ears and at
the base of my throat and the delicate accent of the golden bow
at my pubes, the sparkling shoes on my feet; they only emphasized
how naked I was everywhere else. There was nothing but skin and a
little shy patch of hair! I was bare breasts and ribs and flanks
and hips and legs and - and - well, and EVERYTHING! 

"Here's your coat," mom offered, standing behind me, holding it
for me slip my arms into the sleeves. For a horrifying moment I
almost panicked, thinking I couldn't possibly do this. I thought
I was going to be sick!

Then mom drew the coat up my arms and rested her hands on my
shoulders, and just that motherly touch calmed me. I was still
burning with an adrenalin rush, but there was this powerful,
calming strength in me, too, and it can only have come from her.
I rested my hand on hers for just a moment, meeting her eyes in
the mirror, and I know she saw the love and gratitude I felt for
her. 

Then I fastened the coat, and studied myself again. There was no
way anyone could possibly tell what was concealed beneath that
coat except, maybe, that I didn't have a full skirt on, since it
didn't flare out. 

But I knew. I could feel its satin lining, cool and slick, on my
back, my breasts, my hips, my arms and shoulders, my waist and
legs. 

Mom had tears in her eyes as she looked at me in the mirror. "You
are so beautiful," she said softly. "So beautiful!" 

A wave of gratitude misted my eyes. "Thanks, mom." 

I started to give her a hug, but she held me off. "We don't want
to smudge your makeup. Now here, tuck these things in your purse
so you have them if you need them. She pressed little containers
of makeup and a lipstick into my hand and I put them in the
sequined clutch purse she was loaning me. 

"You go first," I urged her nervously, and she led me out of my
room and down the stairs. 

The condemned woman's last walk, I thought, feeling a renewal of
fear. What if Carl didn't like the way I looked? I didn't look
geeky any more! What if he was in love with the old me and hated
this new one? What was he going to do when he found out I was
naked under this coat? 

I followed mom into the room and eyed Carl anxiously. I was
relieved to see he had his coat on, too, a flash of incongruously
bare shank showing between the bottom of it and the top of his
dress socks. 

I saw his eyes light up at the sight of me, and saw a faint
stirring in his coat that bolstered my spirits. 

But I saw a flicker of disappointment in his look, too, and felt
a renewed pang of worry. But his smile was so sweet and so warm
that worry was quickly washed away with the joy of seeing him
smile that way for me. 

He held out the corsage for me in its box, but I made him take it
out and put it on my wrist. When he'd asked if I wanted a wrist
corsage or one that pinned on I hadn't known how I was going to
the dance, but I was glad I'd asked for a wrist corsage. Pinning
one on would have been a bit too painful, don't you think? 

It was camellias - he'd remembered! It smelled so sweet, and
looked so lovely. 

There was the usual fussing, and mom wanted pictures, but neither
Carl nor I took off our coats, so we made it out the door at last
without my secret being revealed. 

I clung to Carl on the lovely walk to school. He was so tall and
strong beside me I felt like I could go through anything with him
at my side. 

But I couldn't help worrying that he wouldn't stand with me when
I took off my coat! 

We got a kind of raucous greeting from the kids outside the door.
A bunch of them wanted to know what Carl had under the coat.
Instead of flinching, he just challenged them to come inside and
see!

Which they did. 

I stood aside, almost hiding, trying desperately to hold myself
together as Carl shed his coat to reveal he was naked, as the
rules required. His cock stood proud, of course, and it looked
like he'd even combed his pubic hair, and I was glad mom had done
mine, and that I'd even used conditioner on it. I'd felt so sexy
as I'd shampooed down there! 

Then it was my turn, and my heart seemed to stop beating as I
unfastened the button on my coat, and wrestled with the belt that
held it closed. I could only stare anxiously at Carl as I opened
it, feeling the air strike my bare body with a rush. 

His eyes widened, and he looked at me, at all of me, his eyes
moving from my face to my breasts and hips and pussy, my legs,
back to my face. I was so paralyzed I would have dropped my coat,
only he jumped forward and caught it at just the last moment. 

There was an aching silence, as if everyone in the hallway,
everyone in the whole world, was holding his breath, and I
thought for a moment I was going to die! 

"You're beautiful!" It was almost a sigh from him, and my heart
started beating again with a rush, and I felt myself blushing. 

"You think so?" I asked fearfully. 

"I know so," he said worshipfully, and, as far as I was
concerned, we were the only two people there. "You are - I don't
know words to - I don't know what to say!"

Without taking his eyes off me, he handed my coat to the girl
doing the checking. His eyes took me all in again, and my whole
body tingled at the way he looked at me - at my breasts, my
waist, my hips. He saw my blushing, eager nipples, my navel, the
bow in my pussy hair, the sparkling shoes on my feet, and I
tingled all over! 

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," he
said. 

I turned in front of him, my shoes tapping nervously on the hard
school floor, so he could see all of me, my arms out a little. I
WANTED him to see very square inch of me, as I was, gloriously,
wonderfully naked, just for him, and to hell with all those other
people standing around staring at us! They didn't matter one
whit! The only person that mattered in my whole universe was
Carl, standing right in front of me as I finished my turn. 

Then he reached for me. If he'd hugged me I would have melted,
but instead he just took my hands, and I felt his strength
flowing into me as he looked - not AT me but INTO me, into my
soul! We kissed, just our lips touching, and a wave of power
flowed between us, and everyone around us began to applaud. 

"Let's go to the dance," I suggested, tucking my hand into his
arm, drawing it against me, pressing his warm, strong, naked arm
against my warm, soft, naked breast, his hand brushing my bare
thigh only inches from my exposed pussy, and we walked into the
gym, the crowd parting before us. Out of the corner of my eye I
could see Carl looking down at me, at my eager, perky, aching
nipples capping the soft, shy sweep of my breasts. It was a look
that warmed me and gave me an exciting little shiver at the same
time. 

And I looked down at him, too, at, his graceful pecs, his flat,
trim stomach, his soft red pubic bush, the ivory and pink thrust
of his erection, a sparkle of pre-cum glittering at its tip like
a bit of crystal. 

I saw the other boys staring at me. I saw the interest in their
eyes, and a wariness in the girls' eyes as they drew their dates
closer to them. The cats would have their claws out, and I was
going to be their scratching post, that was obvious. I could only
hope the damage would be limited to my reputation and not my
flesh. 

But I wasn't really worried. I was with Carl, and we were at the
dance, and that was all that mattered. Carl led us through the
thicket of tables, finding an empty one in a relatively quiet
place, and politely drew the chair out for me. 

I let out a little squeak when my bottom hit that metal folding
chair! It was as cold as ice! Carl sat down beside me, and we
held on to each other while I caught my breath, and tried to take
stock of the room. 

It was a wonderland of crepe paper and colored lights. A mirrored
globe turned, shooting out beams of light that spattered across
everything. While no one was near us yet, a lot of people were
still watching us, whispering, a few laughing, perhaps, but I
didn't care. I was with Carl. 

After a while a few of our friends joined us at the table,
including Stephanie, who'd actually had the nerve to come stag,
something I wouldn't have dared do! 

Carl said something about how brave I was. I was so embarrassed,
knowing how scared I had been - still was - and all I could do
was make some crack about not wanting to be over-dressed. His
warm laugh enveloped me. 

We teased each other a little bit, and then he asked me to dance!
The thought of being in his arms made my insides melt. 



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