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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story 8/8 (mf exhib mast oral rom)
Date: Thu,  8 Nov 2001 16:10:12 -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 8/8 (mf exhib mast oral rom)

On the way to the dance floor someone pinched my naked bottom,
and Carl looked daggers at the table we'd just passed, but that
was all that happened. 

Once we were on the dance floor it took a few seconds for us to
sort out our arms and stuff, and then he was holding me as
stiffly as I was holding him, both of us tentative, hesitant,
very formal. He was the first boy I'd ever danced with, outside
of dance class! 

His right hand was on my bare waist, my left on his bare
shoulder. I looked up at him timidly as we began to move,
remembering to let him lead, one of the hardest lessons I'd had
to learn in dance class, I admit. 

"Don't smudge my makeup," I teased him, blushing as he looked
down at my breasts and tits, wide-eyed. Okay, I giggled, I admit
it. "Well, a girl wants to look her best when she goes out! Mom
helped - a touch of blush on my nipples, a little light base," I
explained. 

I suspect I was the first girl he'd ever danced with, outside of
dance class, too. He held me as if he was afraid I was going to
shatter or something, and far away, both of us conscious of the
thrust of his hardon aimed at my naked tummy. 

Around us, other couples were blending closer, moving to the slow
tune the band was playing. There was a clearing around us, as if
everyone was avoiding touching our naked bodies. 

Most of them were grabbing looks at us as they passed, of course.
Carl looked down at me, smiling, his hand slipping farther around
toward my back, drawing me closer, and I willingly yielded in
response to the pressure. His cock touched me, slid upwards,
painting a stripe of pre-cum up my naked stomach as I drew closer
to the warmth of his naked body. 

I was so happy and excited my eyes threatened to tear up! It was
a dream come true! Not a nightmare, a dream! I was dancing with
the love of my life, and there was nothing between us at all!

My nipples brushed his chest, and trickles of electricity spread
from them out through my whole body, but especially my pussy. We
seemed to melt together in slow motion, until I was nestled
snugly in his embrace, my whole, naked body against his. I knew
we were being watched, and I didn't care! I was with Carl, that
was all that mattered! 

The slow tune ended, and a fast one took up, and we separated,
holding hands. We didn't do any fancy steps, we just moved to the
beat, grinning at each other like idiots. His cock waved and
bounced at me, and my tits jiggled back. 

I can't speak for Carl, but I don't think I had ever felt more
alive in my entire life. The lights from the mirrored globe
danced over our naked skin, painting us with dots of red and blue
and white and green and gold. The music hammered through us, hard
and driving, making our feet move, our bodies twist and turn. 

We got jostled, and more than once I felt a hand on my butt or
flank, but that was as bad as it got, until the music ended and
we went for refreshments. Things got a bit more intrusive in that
mob, until Carl formed a rear guard, literally, by pasting
himself to my back, his cock resting against my lower spine as he
wrapped his arms around my naked torso. 

Shooting him a wicked glance, I moved one of his hands to cover
my naked breast, my nipple digging into his warm palm as he
measured my boob's size and softness with his fingers. 

Drinks in hand we finally made our way back to the table and sank
into our chairs, both wincing at how cold and hard they were. We
practically wedged our chairs together so we could be close to
each other.  

We talked with the other kids at the table, admitting that being
naked was both embarrassing and exciting, and that it really made
dancing exciting and then some. I was glad to see Stephanie
there, across from us, even though she'd had to come stag. 

She was wearing a really pretty dress that looked good on her,
showing a bit of her impressive cleavage, but not enough, in my
opinion. She had all the tools to catch a guy, she just needed to
deploy them better on the battlefield, I decided. 

And I was shocked I was even thinking that way! That was soooo
unlike me! I'm the geek, remember? What did I know about catching
a guy?

On the other hand, here I was, with Carl beside me, which proved
something, I guess. 

Then the music started up again, and everyone left us but
Stephanie, who had retreated into a reverie of her own as she
watched the dancers with a wistful look. 

I rested my hand on Carl's thigh beneath the table, where no one
could see. Something egged me on to slide my hand up and find his
cock. It was standing vertically and I curled my fingers around
it. It was hot, and hard, and wet with precum. I thumbed the tip,
his juices warm and slippery as I painted the softer tip of his
prick with them. 

If he stayed hard all evening, he was going to be in agony! I
stroked his cock gently. 

Carl looked at me, surprised, and then moved to kiss my cheek. I
turned my head and our lips met instead. He'd been drinking root
beer and I tasted it on his breath and lips. 

"I washed my hair with conditioner," I said softly after breaking
the kiss, incredibly nervous and aroused at the same time. What
was I doing?! "It's nice and soft," I added. 

"Oh?" and he started to reach for my head. 

"Not that hair," I whispered with a hot giggle, nudging his bare
thigh with mine. 

"Oh!" His hand slid up my thigh and I spread my legs a tiny bit
to give him room. His fingers settled in the soft nest of my bush
and I trembled at the intimacy of his touch. He stroked my pussy
and I purred, while inside I died a hundred zillion tiny,
ecstatic deaths. Oh God, what WAS I DOING? 

What was I doing? I was headed down a slippery slope as I milked
him for more precum, making his whole cock slick so my hand
skated over his hot flesh as I stroked his throbbing hardon. 

His hand burrowed deeper, parting my slit, nestling into the hot,
wet folds of my cunny. 

"Oh, yes! Don't stop!" I whispered, my whole body aflame. 

"If you don't stop, I'm going to cum," he warned me as I
continued to stroke his hardon. 

"So am I," I moaned. "Oh, my! Please don't stop!" 

He groaned something unintelligible, while my hips had taken on a
life of their own, moving against his invading fingers, scrubbing
my clit against his touch. 

I tried to be quiet, I really did, and I don't think anyone heard
my little grunts as my pussy went into a series of hot spasms, my
gut tightening, my whole body going rigid. 

Oh, God, I was cumming, right there, at the dance, with Carl's
hand buried in my crotch! And I felt his cock spasming and
spurting, hot waves of cum spilling over my hand. 

I went limp, leaning against him, trying to catch my breath. "Oh
gosh!" 

"Sorry," he apologized. 

"Don't apologize for that!" 

Okay, Carl's right, I giggled again. But he does that to me!
"That was wonderful!" 

He grabbed some paper napkins from the table and we tried to
clean up some of the mess down there, giggling and squirming as
he did. It got me all hot again the way we wiped at each other! 

"I think a trip to the ladies' room might be in order," I
suggested. Stephanie was looking at us from across the table, her
eyes as big as saucers. "Did you guys just....?" She couldn't
finish the question. 

"Want to go to the ladies room with me? I might just tell you," I
teased. 

It took a teensy bit more urging but she joined me, and poor Carl
trailed along, a wad of sodden napkins clutched against his
crotch. 

Once inside the restroom I collapsed against Stephanie, and I
didn't know if I was laughing or crying or what. Nonplussed, she
held me up with her comforting, soft, warm bulk, and then went
into maternity mode, soothing my hysterics. "You did, didn't
you!" 

I nodded, trying to regain some semblance of control, more
embarrassed by my emotional display than by what I'd just done
with Carl. "I'm sorry." 

Stephanie patted my naked back. "I'm envious," she admitted
ruefully. 

I felt a pang for her and extricated myself from her. "Oh,
Stephanie, I'm truly sorry, it just happened." 

She shrugged. "Don't be sorry, really." She smiled. "I'm happy
for you. Carl is a great guy, and I'm just not his type." 

We busied ourselves with girl things, and then I touched up my
makeup at the mirror, glad we were the only two there at the
moment. "You know what," I observed thoughtfully, looking at her
reflection in the mirror. "You just need to bait your hook a bit
better." 

She looked puzzled. 

"You're good looking," I pointed out. 

"I'm fat," she countered mournfully, looking at herself. 

"No you're not," I insisted stoutly (no pun intended). "You're -
uh - zaftig. Wasn't it in, uhm, Huxley's "Brave New World" he
used the word `pneumatic?' That's what you are. You have the
sweetest smile I've ever seen, and you're smart, and you have -
well - uh - big - uh." 

"Knockers," she finished for me wryly but not bitterly. "Boobs.
Bazooms. Watermelons." She cupped her hands under her massive
breasts and lifted them. 

"Don't knock it," I argued, finishing my lipstick, adding a touch
to my nipples where the rouge had rubbed off on Carl. "Girls like
me would kill to have what you do." 

She laughed a hearty, big girl laugh. "If you did have them you'd
fall on your face and have to get across the floor like an inch
worm!" 

I laughed with her. Then we sobered up a little. "You just need
to put them to better use. A lot of guys like big tits." 

She looked at her reflection dubiously. 

"Here, lets try something," I said, reaching for the neckline of
her dress. A little wiggling and tugging and I worked it down a
good two inches, revealing more of the creamy softness of her
breasts. A bit more adjusting and her nipples were just barely
out of sight. 

The cleavage was awesome! The Grand Canyon between the Grand
Tetons, I decided, to mix my geographical metaphors. 

"There." 

She eyed herself dubiously. "If I sneeze I'm going to bust out
all over," she warned me. 

"So? If you do, let it happen," I argued boldly. "Look at me? You
think anything like that will make the world fall down compared
to what Carl and I are doing?" 

She laughed. "I guess not." She jiggled things into adjustment a
little bit, making the display even better. 

"Now come on, let's make this place rock," I urged. 

Carl was right outside the door, and the look he gave Stephanie's
neckline would have made me jealous, had he not wrapped his arm
around my waist and pulled me close. 

When he steered us off the track to our table I was puzzled, but
when he introduced Steph to Jerry Wilson I silently applauded his
choice. Jerry was another wallflower, a little on the pudgy side
himself. Within moments he had eyes only for Stephanie, and Carl
and I went back to the table as a twosome, feeling very satisfied
with our match making. 

The dance became a joyous blur to me, with little sparkling
highlights. Our next slow dance we gave up all pretense for it
being anything other than a chance to snuggle, fitting our bare
bodies as closely together as we could. He engulfed me, and I
welcomed it, molding every inch of naked skin I could against
his. 

We danced and partied and snacked. Late in the evening as we were
dancing close again I managed to tangle my legs with Carl's so I
could rub my hungry pussy against his strong thigh and he could
hump his cock against my tummy. 

We danced like that for a long time, until I felt him squirming
his cock between us harder, fucking it between our torsos, and I
ground my pussy against his thigh, until we both came, my juices
spilling on his thigh, his cum spurting up between us in thick,
hot, gooey jets, coating us both. 

As we came back down from that, I saw Mademoiselle Duclos looking
at us, a little smile on her face. She knew! But she didn't say
anything, only winked, and I knew everything was cool and quit
worrying about her. 

Carl and I had to get cleaned up after that, of course, so we
sneaked into the girls' locker room so we could shower. When we
were done, I combed Carl's pubic hair and he got down on his
knees to comb mine, tickling my tummy with his kisses while I
giggled and wriggled. 

It was then I realized I'd lost my golden bow. It gave me the
giggles to think it was probably on the dance floor, covered with
my juices and probably some of Carl's. 

Poignant was the only word to use for the last dance and the walk
home, because we both knew this unforgettable evening was coming
to an end. So it was a joy when I found out Carl didn't have to
be home for two hours, and we retreated to the family room
downstairs, leaving our coats on the floor by the door, my shoes
at the top of the stairs so I was even more naked than ever. 

Snuggled on the daybed, we necked and petted, and then Carl did
something - well, something I don't even have words for. He
kissed and tasted and licked and nibbled his way down me, pausing
to suck on my nipples until I was ready to burst into flames, and
then even further down! 

When I tried to stop him, he shushed me, and tickled my belly
button with his tongue before kissing his way down further. I
tried to tell him he didn't need to, but he went right on,
spreading my thighs to kiss the insides of them, showering my
tummy just above my pussy with kisses. He said something about
this being just for me! 

I spread myself open like a flower opening itself to a honeybee.
I knew he was hard, and ready. He could have done anything he
wanted with me and I wouldn't have stopped him. 

But he didn't, and that's why I love him more than ever! He
didn't take advantage of me. Instead, he loved me with his mouth.
His tongue explored my little forest, slithered into my slit, set
my clit afire, and I curled my fingers in his hair as he suckled
on me. His fingers toyed with my breasts even as his mouth
feasted on my flooding pussy. 

Ohmygosh! I get wet just thinking about it now, how he teased and
tormented me with lips and tongue. I stretched my thighs as wide
as they could go, my hips working desperately as his tongue
wormed its way into my cunt, deeper and deeper. 

I finally had to beg him to let me cum, and he did, his lips
suckling my clit, his tongue whipping it, as he slid a finger up
into my cunt, and I could only hope daddy and mommy didn't hear
my wail as I orgasmed for an eternity with an intensity I'd never
felt before, my thighs trapping his head between them, crushing
him against my crotch, until all the strength ran out of me with
the last of my cumming. 

My thighs relaxed and I sprawled wantonly open as he squirmed
back up to cuddle me tenderly in his arms, showering my face with
sloppy kisses. 

"You do taste good all over," he reported. 

I licked his face clean of my own juices! "Mmmmm. I'd say I do,
too," and we laughed into each other's necks, our breath hot and
ripe with the scent of sex. 

My hand found his cock and squeezed it lovingly. "Would you like
me to...?" I started, but he cut me off with a shake of his head.


"No. I meant what I said. That was just for you. Besides, I don't
think I have any more in me, to tell the truth. And anyway, I
have to be going home." 

I felt a pang. "Must you?" I glanced over, astonished to see it
was almost two o'clock. 

"Mom will be waiting up," he reminded me. 

"She's a pretty good mom, isn't she?" I mused, combing my fingers
through his tousled hair. 

"She's the best," he answered, and something about the way he
said it conveyed a subtle, deeper meaning. "I don't want her to
worry." 

Oh how it hurt to say goodnight! But we did, and I leaned against
the door for long, aching minutes, conscious of the silence, the
emptiness that surrounded me, filled with joyful memories, and
sorrow that the evening had had to end. Then I gathered up my
coat and shoes and made my way wearily upstairs. 

Sitting down at my desk, I studied my reflection. My makeup was a
mess, of course. My hair was half down, and as I took out the
hairpins with their little sparkles on them I could only hope I
hadn't lost any of them. For a moment I mourned the loss of my
gold ribbon - I'd planned a spot for it in my scrap book - but it
was gone forever, by now swept up with the napkins and potato
chip crumbs, presumably. 

I carefully removed mom's earrings and necklace and set them to
one side on my desk to give back to her in the morning.
Cinderella was turning back into a pumpkin, but she'd never be
the same again, that I knew. 

After a tip toe trip to the bathroom where I did the necessary
things and washed the last of the makeup off my face, and my
breasts and other places, I made my way to bed and snuggled naked
between the sheets. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or
disappointed that mom didn't come to tuck me in - relieved, I
guess, because that night had been too precious to share even
with her. 



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