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Copyright 2004 by Frank Downey. All rights reserved. Personal archiving 
is fine, all other uses require the permission of the author. Do not 
repost.

This is erotica. That means, well, it's supposed to be for adults only. 
Or something like that <G>.

*

CHAPTER ONE

AMBER

FEBRUARY, 2030

*

"You *really* want me to do this, Mom?"

I looked at Karen, my beautiful 17-year-old daughter, and sighed. She 
just didn't understand. I wondered, and not for the first time, how any 
daughter of *mine* could turn out so straight-laced. Then again, I knew 
the answer to that. It wasn't me, and it wasn't her. It was the world.

A lot had happened since the day, over 26 years ago, when I stepped into 
Westport Regional Academy to start high school. Heck, a lot had happened 
since Karen was born. She came into the world that I knew. By the time 
she had entered elementary school, that world had changed.

It was a backlash that probably should have been predicted. I grew up in 
a permissive society. Karen grew up after the moralizers had retaken 
control.

We suffered 8 years under a bible-thumping president who probably 
wouldn't know how to satisfy a woman if you gave him a map and guide. He 
had enough people in Congress to support his agenda. It had seeped down 
to state governments, local governments, even school boards. The Supreme 
Court wasn't totally corrupted, but it took a while for some of the more 
egregious laws to be struck down--and only the *worst* ever were. The 
First Amendment was gutted enough as it was.

It had been a brutal 8 years, and the 4 before that weren't great. The 
worm had finally turned a little over two years ago. We elected a 
president who ran on a platform of permissiveness, and we elected him in 
a landslide. We elected like-minded members of Congress. This too 
extended down to the local level. In fact, one of my closest friends was 
now the mayor of Westport, and another close friend was the head of the 
school board.

It was my generation, the so-called Naked Generation, finding its 
political voice at last. We had children. We saw how they were growing 
up. We didn't like it.

The problem was, had the damage been done? I really worried about kids a 
few years older than Karen, kids in college now. Kids like Gina 
Gutierrez, the daughter of friends of my sister Lily. Gina was 21. She 
spent her whole adolescence under this repression. Her parents tell me 
she's a mess.

It *might* not be too late for Karen, but she was resisting.

"I can't believe you want me to go to school naked!" she was saying. 
"For a whole week! And I can't believe Mr. Benson wants *Keith* to do it 
*with* me!"

"Don't tell me you've never seen Keith naked," I teased her.

She gasped. "Of *course* not!" Of course not? They'd been going out for 
two years! "And look at this!" She had the brochure for The Program. 
"I'm going to have to be touched! Down *there*! Keith and I don't do that!"

Oh, God. I had failed my beautiful blonde-haired blue-eyed baby. She and 
Keith were in love--you could tell just by looking at them--and they'd 
never touched. Again, I had to ask--this was *my* daughter?

I sighed. "I think we all need to talk. Keith and his Dad, too." I 
picked up the phone.

------------------

Joe Benson, my old pal, brought Keith right over. The four of us sat in 
the living room.

"Keith's having trouble with this, too," Joe told me.

"I don't get it, Dad. I don't get *why* I should be doing this," Keith said.

"Do you know that spending a week in The Program was how your Aunt 
Maggie and Uncle Chuck found one another?"

Keith gasped. I turned to Karen. "It's how your Aunt Lily and Uncle Mike 
*met*. Do you know that your Aunt Lily pitched her first game at 
Westport High in the nude?"

"I don't believe it."

"True story," I sighed. "There's so much we haven't told you. We were 
scared to. I saw people, good people, destroyed under the 
fundamentalists. It had everyone spooked." I sighed again. "I'll never 
forget the day I saw Bob Tilling arrested."

"And Ellie Kirkland," Joe added, "she couldn't practice psychology 
anymore. Her books were banned."

"And Ms. Toranetti lost her teaching license."

"Thank goodness we fixed *that*," Joe said. As president of the school 
board, Joe was instrumental in getting Ms. T. appointed the Principal of 
Westport High last year.

"True. And Ellie's practicing again." I turned to our children. "There 
was so much we were afraid to tell you. And, because of that, you're 
repressed and stifled."

"Don't you ever get *horny*?" Joe bluntly asked his son. Keith just 
blushed, and looked down. "Do you know how old I was when I lost my 
virginity?" Joe asked. Keith just looked at him. "Fourteen."

"WHAT?"

"As was I," I added.

"MOTHER!" Karen gasped.

"Your Aunt Lily was 13," I added.

"And *your* Aunt Maggie was *twelve*," Joe told Keith. He and Karen were 
just flabbergasted.

I added fuel to the fire. "By the way, me losing my virginity? That's 
with a boy. I first had sex with another *girl* when I was eleven."

Poor Karen. Keith, too. Joe and I had just dropped a nuclear bomb on 
their entire world view. I felt bad--but I also felt that shock 
treatment was the only way.

Because I had seen it. I had seen my lovely daughter fight off the 
signals that she was getting from her own body. I'd seen her about to 
explode. Keith, too. Those two were *so* in love, they should be fucking 
like rabbits by now. I didn't even think either of them masturbated--the 
damn church we were forced to bring them to when they were kids even 
railed against *that*!

After they had digested all this a bit, Karen asked the question we were 
waiting for: "Did you guys spend a week in school naked, too?"

I smiled at Joe and told them. "Joe and I didn't go to Westport High. We 
went to a high school that no longer exists. Westport Regional Academy."

"It's the industrial park on Jacobs Street now," Joe told them. "But, 
back then, it was a regional magnet school. Its nickname was Naked High."

"We spent every day of all four years of high school in the nude," I 
concluded.

Now they were *really* flabbergasted. "What was it like?" Karen finally 
asked, curiosity winning out over revulsion.

"Great," I enthused. Joe nodded his agreement. "You guys want to know 
all about it?" Keith and Karen looked at each other, and, after a 
minute, slowly nodded.

Joe took the four binders he had brought with him and put them on the 
coffee table in front of Keith. I reached next to my chair, grabbed four 
similar binders, and put them in front of Karen. "It's all in there," 
Joe said.

"Some students were picked to keep journals. Two journal-keeping 
students were then partnered up. Joe was my partner."

"And the journals were combined--we met every month, and made copies for 
one another, and discussed them," Joe added.

"So what the two of you have in front of you is identical. It's my 
journal, *and* Joe's. One binder for each year of high school."

"We give you permission to read them. In fact, we encourage it," Joe 
smiled. "And this is the perfect time. It's Saturday, and you have the 
whole next week off for vacation. Plenty of time to read."

"Prepare, however, to be shocked. They are explicit." I smiled at Karen. 
"When you find out who took my virginity, you're going to flip your lid."

"It wasn't Dad?"

"No."

"Who?"

I grinned. "You have to read the whole story."

"I don't know if I'm ready for this," Karen admitted.

"Honey, I don't either. But I want you to give it a shot." Karen looked 
at Keith, and they nodded.

"Keith," I said, "Why don't you come over here after supper, and start 
then? You should read them together. You're going to want to talk about 
this."

"OK." Keith and Joe left, Keith promising to come back after supper. 
After they had left, I turned to Karen and said, "Come on." I started 
out of the house, Karen in tow. We headed to my car.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." We drove across town, pulling up to a medical building. I 
led Karen in to my gynecologist's office. The receptionist smiled and 
waved us in.

"Hi, Rosa!"

"Amber! Karen! How are you?"

"Great," I told her. "Listen. Can you give Karen the birth control shot?"

"WHAT?" Karen asked.

"Sure," Rosa said. "I don't even have to do all that damn paperwork I 
used to have to do when the wingnuts were running the country."

"Joe and I are going to let Keith and Karen read our journals," I told her.

"Good for you!"

"Wait a minute," Karen burst in. "You want me on *birth control*? Why? 
I'm not going to.....I mean *we're* not going to...."

"Karen," I interrupted, "trust me on this one. If you read those 
journals, you *will* get turned on. I guarantee it. You're a young lady, 
you have hormones, and you're *my* daughter. You get halfway through the 
journal for freshman year and you're going to be squirming."

"I have managed to keep control of myself for two years," she said icily.

"I know you have--but you've done it by very carefully avoiding any 
chance to *lose* control. You keep such a tight rein on yourself that I 
don't know how you breathe sometimes. You will find it *much* harder 
after reading those journals. I'm not telling you what to do. I'm 
telling you to protect yourself from possibilities. Karen? Get the shot. 
It's a fail-safe."

Karen acquiesced and got the shot. Driving back home, I lowered the 
first boom on her.

"You'll find out soon enough, so I'll give you a sneak preview. Remember 
how I said I had a female lover before I had any male ones?" She nodded. 
"It was Rosa," I grinned.

"My DOCTOR?"

"Yup.Well, she was technically my second. Though my first was mainly 
just fooling around, experimenting."

"I don't know if I'm going to survive these journals!"

We ate, then Keith came over. They looked at the journals with a mixture 
of trepidation and anticipation. I had to laugh to myself. Hopefully, if 
my plan worked, the trepidation would soon be gone.

Keith and Karen looked at each other, grabbed the journals, and took 
them upstairs to read, well-fortified with snacks and sodas.

*

SEPTEMBER 2003

*

Tuesday, September 2^nd , the day after Labor Day, was my first day at 
Westport Regional Academy.

I was excited. The minute the concept of the school had been announced, 
I wanted to sign up. You see, WRA was a nudist school--it had already 
been nicknamed Naked High--and I had discovered the joy of nudity way 
back in 6^th grade.

Naked High was a natural outgrowth of the Naked In School Program. 
That's where kids in a regular, everyday school were chosen to go naked 
for a week. Back when I was in 6^th grade, my sister Lily was in 
eleventh--that was the year we moved to Westport. Lily got put in The 
Program. She even had to play baseball nude. Anyhow, the week she was in 
it, Westport high had their annual carnival. Lily and her boyfriend 
Mike, who was also in The Program that week, took me. Since it was a 
school event during their Program week, they had to go in the nude. I 
decided to join the party--and found I really liked it. In fact, a few 
weeks later, I even went to school nude, along with my two best friends 
Tanya Vyshenko and Rosa Gutierrez. So, Naked High was the place I wanted 
to be.

Rosa and Tan were there, too. That was cool. They were as excited as I 
was. Of course, we were all most excited about the prospect of naked 
boys! Well, Tan and I were. Rosa, I wasn't so sure of anymore.

The thing is, Rosa and I had been lovers for two years. Now, understand, 
I'm *not* gay. At best, I'm bi. More accurately, I'm basically straight 
but don't mind fooling around with a girl if there are no boys 
available. There hadn't, as yet, been any boys available--so Rosa and I 
took care of one another. To me, that's all it was. Don't misunderstand 
me, I love Rosa. But I wanted *dick*, and I wanted it something fierce.

I'd *thought* Rosa felt the same way--but, lately, I'd been doubting 
that. She was far more into our relationship than I was. I was wondering 
if *she* really *was* gay. It worried me. Not that she might be gay, of 
course--whatever--but that *I* might be getting drawn into it. If she 
thought *I* was going to settle into a happy lesbian relationship with 
her, she was mistaken. And I'd made *no* secret of how badly I wanted a 
hard cock, but I'm not sure she was getting the message.

Anyhow--Rosa, Tanya and I met up at the entrance to Naked High, all 
excited about the new experience. We arrived clothed. The nakedness 
would come later. The first day was orientation--no classes--and we'd be 
stripping down later, when we got our lockers. Our lockers were 
extra-large--we could wear clothes to school, especially when the 
weather got worse, and we'd have plenty of locker space to put them.

We all gathered in the auditorium, the entire freshman class. We were 
the *only* class this year. They were building the school from scratch, 
and weren't letting anybody transfer in to make upper classes, so we 
freshmen would be the only ones there this year. The school--which was 
huge--was going to be kind of empty with only 250 kids there. However, 
they told us at orientation that they weren't using the whole school 
this year. There were two `classroom wings' and we wouldn't be using one 
at all. In fact, that wing wasn't quite finished yet.

Anyhow, we all filed into the auditorium. There certainly was a lot to 
go over.

I looked around at my classmates. As I said, there were 250 of us. We 
came from Westport and six surrounding towns--Newburgh, Warren, East 
Warren, Lycoming, Davis, and Southport. So, I knew the Westport people, 
having gone through middle school with them--but I didn't know anyone 
else. That was cool--new boys!

Mr. Tilling got up at the front of the auditorium. He'd left Westport 
High to become the principal of WRA, because he believed in the concept. 
He brought Ms. Toranetti with him. Ms. T, a biology teacher who had 
brought The Program to Westport, was to be the vice-principal at WRA. 
She'd also teach some units of Freshman Biology class. I had already 
gotten my schedule and knew she'd be teaching the class I was going to 
be in. That was good--my sister and her friends raved about Ms. T.

Mr. Tilling talked to us about what Naked High was all about. One thing 
I guess I knew but hadn't really registered in my mind--*everyone* was 
going to be naked, staff and teachers included. "Take a good long look 
at your respected principal in his spiffy three-piece suit--it's the 
last time you'll see it," Mr. Tilling said, cracking us all up.

He talked some about the curriculum. In a lot of ways, this was a normal 
high school, and a competitive one. Despite the nudity, we'd all have to 
carry our weight in class.

He talked about the nudity--and some of the exceptions. Thank *goodness* 
they had learned the lessons of my sister Lily, who had torn up her leg 
sliding into home in the nude. Athletic teams *would* have uniforms. I 
saw a bunch of big guys who looked like they were probably football 
players breathe a sigh of relief at that! To be honest, Rosa and I did 
as well--we were both soccer players. Another exception was that girls 
on their period could wear panties or a bikini bottom. That was rather a 
relief!

Then Ms. T. got up to talk about the *unusual* aspects of Naked High. 
"It's not just about nudity," she said. "This isn't meant to be a 
hands-off nudity-has-nothing-to-do-with-sex kind of place. Sexual 
learning, experimentation, and activity are supported and encouraged. 
This is a place to learn about your bodies, and others' bodies." Sounded 
good to me!

There were guidelines, of course. "Coercion is *right* out," she told 
us. "No means no. Everyone goes at their own pace--and some people just 
aren't attracted to other people, and some people may form exclusive 
relationships. All of that *must* be respected. Nobody here will ever be 
forced or pressured to do anything. Although, I will say, anyone who 
expects or desires to graduate high school a virgin is probably at the 
wrong school." I'll say! I hoped not! It was bad enough that I graduated 
middle school a virgin. I didn't plan to let *that* particular problem 
go on much longer.

I couldn't imagine, in this day and age, any kid *wanting* to be a 
virgin by the end of high school. It's a permissive society, birth 
control had been made easy and 100% effective, and STDs had been 
eliminated. Sex is *everywhere*. But, I knew there were a few. Some of 
the nutcase `no fun' religious sects still existed, so I'm sure some 
dopey parents still put pressure on their kids to `wait until marriage' 
or some shit. I didn't buy that for a second. Hell, when I go to buy a 
pair of shoes, I try on the shoes before I buy them. In fact, and more 
to the point, I try on several pairs. One guy, and you don't get to try 
him on until after you've married him? Not for *this* girl!

Ms. T. was still talking. And she had a bombshell. "Sex between teachers 
and students is *not* prohibited. However, again, there are rules. No 
coercion still applies--and no horse trading. Students, if *any* teacher 
tries to get you to do anything sexual in exchange for a better grade, I 
want it reported. That is *completely* out of bounds. And students 
*always* have the right to say no for *any* reason. If you're being 
threatened, that also has to be reported. We screen the teachers *very* 
carefully so that shouldn't be a problem. But if it is, we'll take care 
of it."

"Also, students can initiate this if they want, but the same rules 
apply. Some teachers might not be interested. Some are married, or in 
other exclusive relationships. Not all married teachers will always say 
no, by the way--I'm married, but my marriage is open. But if a teacher 
says no, that must be respected. And some teachers have different 
tastes." She pointed to a man sitting on the stage. "This is Mr. Riley, 
some of you will have him for history. He's cute, isn't he?" she 
grinned. She was right, he *was* cute. "Well, he's also gay. So, sorry, 
girls, he *will* turn you down." Everyone laughed at that, Mr. Riley 
most of all.

The best part was when she told us about the schedule. Naked High had a 
longer class day that most schools, now we found out why: a half-hour 
break in the morning, and an hour and a half for lunch. And the school 
stayed open after classes ended for a few hours. In other words--and I 
almost fainted when I realized it--they were giving us time in *school* 
to have *sex*!

I felt like I'd somehow stumbled into utopia.

They even had a place--something called `pods', which she said would 
make more sense when we took the tour of the school.

Mr. Tilling took over, then, and had something else to tell us. "Since 
this is an experimental program, we want a record of it, from the 
students' point of view. So, some of you have been picked to write 
journals. This is based mostly on your writing skills in middle 
school--we picked the better writers for this.

"Plus, you're going to be partnered. One guy with one girl. We want you 
to meet every month and discuss your journals with your partner. We're 
going to have you combine the journals, so we get the male and female 
perspectives. These journals will be seen by you, your partner, me, and 
Ms. T. And that's *it*, unless you give us specific permission 
otherwise. So do NOT censor yourself. What you write will help us to 
understand what our students go through here, for future years. Plus, 
every student who does this gets extra credit for it."

When he said that, I had a funny feeling--my writing grades in middle 
school were very good. I was right--I got picked. My partner was Joe 
Benson, a guy from Westport who I knew slightly. I didn't know him well, 
he was kind of quiet. Ah, well. I could handle that. And I liked to 
write, so I didn't have any problem with that part of it.

There were a few more things, then we were led to our lockers. They 
weren't kidding, the things were *huge*. Very handy. We were all 
commanded to strip.

It became apparent to me that the enthusiasm for getting nekkid varied 
*greatly*. I was clothes free in seconds, as were Tan and Rosa. Others 
seemed to have more problems with it

In fact, I was standing right next to a girl who was having enormous 
problems with it. And I could see why. She was chubby--really chubby. 
And she was staring at the lockers with this look of complete despair on 
her face, her fingers hovering over the buttons on her blouse.

"Are you OK?" I asked her.

"I don't know if I can do this," she said softly.

"This is a tough school to go to if you can't get naked."

"I'm not here by choice, my parents twisted my arm," she said. Jesus 
Christ, *why* do parents do this shit to their kids? "They thought I 
needed this, because I have no self-confidence. Of course I don't--if 
you had this body, would *you* have any?"

I probably wouldn't, but I wasn't going to say that to *her*. "Ah, it 
will be OK, you just have to get used to it. I'm Amber, by the 
way--Amber Woodard."

"Anastasia Averbuk, but everyone calls me Stacia," she told me.

"Nice to meet you, Stacia," I said. She still hadn't removed a stitch of 
clothing. "You're going to have to do it sooner or later," I told her.

"I know," she sighed, then started undressing-very slowly.

She finally got it all off. I felt bad, the poor kid was just *fat*. 
Being short--a few inches shorter than my 5'6"--didn't help. She was 
just *round*. Of course, the T&A crowd would love her, because *that* 
she had. Then again, so did I, and I wasn't chubby.

I myself had no body issues. Lucky for me, playing soccer tends to keep 
the flab away. Muscles I had, especially in my legs, but I also had 
curves. Nice ass, firm boobs halfway between a B and C cup. Nothing 
wrong with my face. Of course, that often caused me to ask myself why 
the hell I couldn't get laid--but I was pretty sure looks weren't the 
reason.

But I was looking around--and I loved it. It was like someone deposited 
me in naked penis heaven. It was wonderful. Short ones, long ones, fat 
ones, skinny ones--I wanted to drop to my knees and give somebody a 
blowjob right then and there. Something *else* I've never done.

Anyhow, we were all led to the cafeteria, so we could get lunch. Then 
we'd get a big tour of the school.

I was walking along with Tan and Rosa, and that Stacia girl was walking 
in front of us. That's when I heard it. A bunch of boys were standing by 
us, and one of them let out a "Mooooo!" Obviously directed at Stacia. 
Damn, this girl was going to have a tough time.

Mr. Tilling heard it. "We will have *none* of that! Everyone at this 
school will be treated with respect. If anyone can't do that, I'll find 
out who you are and you *will* be expelled." Everyone murmured assent, 
but, you know, I knew better. Kids would just be more discreet, that's 
all. Stacia was in for a hard time.

Anyhow, we got to the cafeteria. I ate with Tan and Rosa. I was going to 
ask Stacia if she wanted to eat with us, but I lost her in the crowd. 
Oh, well.

After lunch, we got that tour of the school. It was kind of confusing. 
It wasn't a small building, and there were lots of twists and turns. But 
we found out what the pods were.

They were in a couple of different places, in various `connecting' 
corridors. They were small cubicles, almost. There were two rows, one on 
top of the other, with ladders to get to the upper ones, all along the 
walls of the corridor. Each had a little porthole-type door, which 
closed. Inside, the floor was a mattress. You could probably fit four or 
five in there comfortably. They were little fuck-cubicles!

How cool was *that*?

Anyhow, we spent the rest of the day making brief visits to our classes, 
so we could meet our teachers. Then we got dressed and went home. I was 
*really* excited about this place!

-----------------

The next day, I had my first full day of classes. That was cool, but I 
was actually very excited about what happened after school--soccer tryouts.

I loved soccer, I was passionate about the game--and I was *good*. I put 
a lot of effort into it, and had long looked forward to playing at the 
high school level. However, it wasn't going to be the way I had 
imagined, I already knew that.

At least we got to wear clothes, that was good. But there was another 
big problem. WRA had, of course, joined a conference, the North Coast 
conference. This conference, however, had a screwy rule. You couldn't 
have any teams *below* varsity if you didn't have a varsity team. So, 
even though Naked High had only freshmen in it and should only be 
fielding a freshman team, we were going to have to play varsity.

We were gonna get *killed*. And I hated to lose.

Furthermore, since we were a regional school, it wasn't like we had 
grown up playing together. In fact, some of us had played *against* some 
others. We'd had a good team at Westport Middle School last year--but 
only two of my old teammates had decided to attend Naked High. One of 
them was Rosa, who was a goalkeeper. She'd grown up with soccer--her 
brother Frankie played--but she didn't join a team until I talked her 
into it when we met. She got good pretty quickly. My other old teammate 
who was here was Gabrielle Ondris, a very good defender who usually 
worked the right side. I was glad to see Gabi here, she was an excellent 
player.

However, I'd have to work with a whole new, different group of players 
at my position. You see, I was an attacking midfielder. That's the 
playmaker, the person who controls the ball at the offensive end, 
passing and setting up the offensive plays. I had to work with the 
outside midfielders, the center midfielder--who played behind me, and 
was the front of the defense as I was the back of the offense--and, of 
course, the forwards. And they were all new.

These were called tryouts, but there were only 25 girls there, so there 
weren't going to be any tryouts. There weren't enough to cut. This was 
the team.

I immediately saw *some* talent, and recognized a few of the players 
from middle school games. One was Brianna Crombie, who was from 
Southport. She was a tall redhead who played sweeper, the back defender. 
It was her responsibility to stand in front of the goaltender and clean 
up the mess that got through the rest of the defense. I'd played against 
her, and she was *good*. And I liked her attitude--she was like me. She 
knew she was good, and just did it. She walked right up to Rosa--the 
sweeper plays very closely with the goalie--and said, "Hi, I'm 
Brianna--I'm your sweeper. Don't worry about a thing." I liked that. She 
was like me--this wasn't a *tryout*. She was good. That was her 
position. She took it. If the coaches thought that there was somebody 
better, good luck to them.

I was the same way. It was a kind of soccer tradition that the starting 
attacking midfielder wore number 10. When I got to the field, I walked 
right over to the coach, who I didn't know, and said, "Hi. I'm Amber 
Woodard, and I'm your number10." Luckily, the coach--whose name was 
Alice Nicolosi--*did* know *me*. "I'll bet you are," she said to me.

And there was one other one I liked immediately. A short girl, 
strawberry-blonde hair, came up to me. "Hi, I'm Jordan McKinney," she 
said. "You don't know me. I'm from Lycoming, and I was injured when you 
played us last year. But I know you, and I plan to be on the receiving 
end of those passes from you this year."

"Forward?" I asked.

"Goal-scoring machine," she grinned.

"Good, I hope so," I grinned back.

---------------

The first couple of weeks of school were an adjustment. A *big* one. As 
much as I loved nudity, going to school every day in the nude did take 
some getting used to.

Hell, it was a distraction. All those goregous naked male bodies. There 
was this *specimen* that sat next to me in English. Jesus. Who can 
concentrate on English? Somehow, I managed--mostly.

But, I have to say, I was getting more horny by the second. And I 
couldn't get anyone to fuck me.

Why didn't I just *ask* some guy to do me? Well, I did. The way the pods 
seemed to have organized themselves is that there was a waiting area. If 
you were looking for a partner, you hung out there. I found two guys 
there the first week and asked them, "You wanna fuck?" I got turned down 
twice. Seems they already had someone they were waiting for and it 
wasn't me. Crushes. I hate when people get crushes. Especially when 
they're not on me.

I did get settled into classes. I had five all-week classes: English, 
Spanish, Geometry, History, and Biology. Then there were two that were 
part week: Gym and Computers were MWF, Art and Cooking were TTh. I 
wanted to learn how to cook--I sucked at it.

Luckily, both Rosa and Tan were in that class. Why they needed cooking 
is beyond me--they could both cook. But it was fun to have them in 
class, however. They were also both in my Biology class. Rosa was also 
with me in English and History.

I was still trying to sort things out. There were a lot of new people, 
and a lot of new classes, and all that nudity. I was trying to meet 
people--especially guys--and it wasn't going particularly well. I guess 
I put some people off--I'm not a shrinking violet by any means. And it 
seemed like a lot of the guys were scared. Well, some weren't, but there 
was a quandry. The ones that weren't scared were the ones I didn't want 
any part of. Alex Randall, for instance. He was from Westport, so I knew 
him. And he was God's gift to just about anything--just ask him, he'll 
tell you. I wasn't impressed. I'm sure he'd have gone for a roll in the 
hay if I had suggested such--but I wasn't *that* desperate, and I had a 
little more taste than that. Besides which, I noticed he hooked up with 
some statuesque buxom bronzed goddess almost right away. Figures.

There were plently of cute guys that seemed nice, though--but they all 
seemed intimidated by me. Jesus, I wasn't *that* bad, was I? At middle 
school, I'd had the reputation of being a bit of a bitch, but I never 
thought I was that bad. I don't know if the reputation followed me, or 
what--but I didn't think I was that bad. Of course, if I didn't get laid 
soon, I might turn *into* a bitch. Damn, I was horny.

The soccer team was starting to sort itself out--well, as much as it 
could. Let's just say we had some holes. Some *big* holes. I think the 
coach did the best she could, but it wasn't easy.

Hey, I was good, as were Rosa and Gabi, I knew that. The sweeper, 
Brianna, turned out to be as good as advertised. And Jordan was an 
excellent forward, and we quickly developed a rapport.

Some of the other players at least had potential: Torie Dallas, who was 
the center midfielder, was decent. She was a tall black girl with power 
and enough speed. Center midfield is basically, the defensive 
counterpart to *my* position--she was my backup. She was talented, and I 
liked her as a person.

We got another outstanding defender to play opposite Gabi--her name was 
Mia Venzi. Of course, she got teased about that first name--you know, 
because of the most famous female American soccer player ever, Mia 
Hamm--but she took it good-naturedly. She was quiet and intense, but 
took it seriously and had talent.

Outside of that, though, we had holes. Our stopper--the front center 
defender--was still learning the game. Our wing midfielders were 
inconsistant. And then there was Jenna.

Jenna became the other forward, next to Jordan--Jenna Zambrano was her 
name. That easy rapport I developed with Jordan did *not* happen with 
Jenna. I hated her almost instantly.

Don't get me wrong, she had talent, especially speed. But she didn't 
work. She wanted the glamour and none of the dirty work. She was pretty, 
popular, spoiled, drew guys like bees to honey, and got anything she 
wanted by flashing her baby-browns. In other words, she was a Princess. 
I fucking *hated* Princesses. I didn't like them much in general, but I 
especially did *not* want them on my soccer field.

Look, the coaches made her a starter because they were enamored with her 
speed--and, to be honest, because there wasn't many other options. 
Jordan was the only forward on the team that was worth a damn. So Jenna 
was a starter almost by default.

Hey, I figured it was my job to help her get better. Besides being the 
person who was going to be passing the ball to her, I had been elected 
co-captain (Brianna was the other, a decision I fully agreed with). So, 
I *tried* to work with her. Work just wasn't in her vocabulary.

I quickly started wishing there was someone else. I even tried to *get* 
there to be someone else. There was another person on the team, Taylor 
Buckman, who was inexperienced but showed talent and a willingness to 
work. Unfortunately, she didn't see herself as a forward--she wanted to 
be the attacking midflielder. Yeah, my position. Not that she wanted to 
take it or anything, she wanted to be my backup. I didn't have the heart 
to tell her my backup doesn't play unless I get hurt. Well, she might 
have figured that out on her own, because she was also taking plays at 
the two wing midfield spots, positioning herself to be the all-around 
midfield backup. That was cool, but I thought she might be able to play 
forward. She didn't have Jenna's speed, but she had *good* speed, 
worked, and could receive a pass. Playing forward scared her, though.

The funny thing is, we almost managed to win our first game, against the 
school I almost went to, Westport High. We lost 2-1, but had a 1-0 lead 
into the first half. We got an early goal. I made what I must say was an 
abolutely goregous pass to Jordan, and she pounded it home. 
Unfortunately, Westport quickly realized what a threat Jordan was and 
started marking her very tightly. And they quickly realized what a 
threat Jenna *wasn't*. They left her open all day long--didn't make a 
bit of difference. And they just pounded away at our good-but-young 
defense until they tied the game, then won it.

Westport was starting a freshman--only one, we were starting eleven! But 
it was a friend, Tiffany Veras. I went over and said hi before the game.

Tiffany was my first friend when I moved to Westport. We were a lot 
alike and had both liked soccer. She was also the first person I ever 
had sex with--though it was more just playing around. Heck, we were 
eleven at the time. The problem was, Tiffany's mother found out--and she 
was a bitch and a prude. After that, I was never allowed to hang with 
Tiff. We saw each other in school and at soccer, but that was it. It 
sucked--I missed her. And I wished she was *here*. She told me she'd 
have loved to have gone to Naked High--but there was no way her mother 
was going to go for *that*.

After playing that game, I *really* wished she were here. She, you see, 
was a forward, and a good one--she and I had had a great rapport. Damn, 
the damage we could do with Tiffany alongside Jordan instead of Jenna! 
Ah, well.

It was going to be a long season. I *hated* losing.

----------

One thing I had started wondering about was the teachers. I was 
wondering how they were dealing with it--but didn't know how to approach 
any of them to ask.

You could guess with some of them. For instance, I had Vinnie Benson for 
English. Vinnie was Maggie and Joe's older brother--and he was a *stud*, 
let me tell you. The thing is, he didn't look all that comfortable with 
the nudity. Ms. T. didn't seem to have any problems with it. I had a 
young geometry teacher, Miss Peterson, and she seemed *very* 
uncomfortable with it. God knows why, she was gorgeous. The teachers all 
knew what they were signing up for--but I guess the reality was a bit 
more nervewracking than the thought. Hell, I could see that--it was 
harder for me than I thought it was going to be.

It was funny that it was the older teachers who seemed to have the least 
problem with it. Mr. Tilling just walked the halls in the altogether, 
not a care in the world. I have to say, that man wasn't bad looking at 
*all* for a guy in his late forties.

And then there was Mrs. Winchell, the art teacher. She was in her 
fifties. She--to be honest about it--was saggy and flabby, out of shape. 
And she just didn't care. I loved it. I guess it comes from being an art 
teacher, or something.

However, the person I ended up discussing it with--three weeks into 
school, on Monday September 22--was Mr. Riley, my History teacher.

I had him last period, and asked to stay after to ask him a question 
about that day's lecture. He answered it, we had a nice talk about it. I 
was sitting at a chair beside his desk, and he reclined in his chair. 
"So, Amber, tell me--how are you getting along? Getting used to the nudity?"

"Yeah," I told him. "I have no problem with being naked--except for the 
fact that I'm horny and can't get any boys to do anything about it!"

He laughed. "Well, Amber, I've seen you in class. You're a ball of fire. 
You probably scare them away."

"Yeah," I said.

"Look, teenaged boys aren't known for brimming with self-confidence, you 
know what I mean? They're easily intimidated." He laughed. "Then again, 
it could be worse--try being gay."

"I'm bi," I told him, "and I actually *have* a girlfriend. Getting *gay* 
sex is not my problem." He cracked up at that. "But I'm still a virgin 
with guys, and I'm sick of it."

"Believe me, I know the whole horniness thing." He lowered his voice a 
little. "Here's a secret. I'm attracted to high school boys--your age, I 
mean. Now, believe me, I do *not* teach because I like teenaged boys. I 
teach because I love to teach and I love history. You're already one of 
my favorite students and I have no sexual interest in you whatsoever." I 
giggled at that. "And I have *never* ever laid a single *hand* on one of 
my students." He sighed. "Now, here I am, and I'm told I *can*, that 
it's allowed. And my students are in front of me naked every day. The 
problem is, I'm gay. And that still carries a stigma. And it especially 
carries a stigma with 14-year-old boys. If I approached the wrong kid, I 
could *really* freak him out. It would be easier if I were straight."

"It would be a *lot* easier if you were straight, because half the girls 
in the school would fuck you in a minute," I grinned at him. "With me 
right at the top of the list."

He laughed. "Thank you, I think. Anyhow, you see what I mean. So, 
believe me, I know from horniness."

"Well, Mr. Riley, if I ever approach a boy and he tells me he's gay, 
I'll let you know."

"Knowing the ones that are open to it does help, yes," he grinned. "All 
I can do is let it be known that I'm available, and do it subtly." He 
laughed again. "Let's face it, I'm a pervert. And this place is 
Perverts' Paradise."

"It is at that, isn't it?" I agreed.

"Yup. A lot of teachers are having trouble adjusting. Eileen Peterson's 
having a devil of a time. She's very horny, very bi-and quite shy. She 
wants to pounce on half her class and can't bring herself to do 
*anything*. This is not something they teach in education classes in 
college, let me tell you."

"I can imagine!"

We chatted for a while, and then I left. It was cool. Mr. Riley was good 
people, a great teacher, and easy to talk to. It was good to know that 
this wasn't easy for the teachers, either. There was so much sex 
around--but it was mostly sexual *tension*. Sometimes it felt like a dam 
was going to burst.

---------------

The following Monday, the dam burst--unfortunately, not for *me*. I got 
to lunch, and met Tan and Rosa--and Tan was plainly excited.

"Guess what?" she said softly but excitedly. "I lost my virginity this 
morning!"

"You *did*?" I said. "With who?"

"Connor Enfield."

"The *quarterback*?" Rosa asked. "Wow, he's a dreamboat."

"That he is," Tan giggled. "I liked him right away. He's *so* cute and 
*so* sweet, and I've been watching him since school started. He must 
have noticed--because, at morning break, I was hanging around the 
pods--and here he came. He walked right up to me and asked me if I 
wanted to go in."

"And you did," Rosa said.

"Yup. We got into one of the pods, and we started kissing, and he was 
running his hands all over me, and I was excited but nervous. He must 
have noticed, because he said, `Tan, is anything wrong? If you don't 
want to do anything, we don't have to.' I told him that I *did* want to 
but it was my first time. He told me it was only his third.

"So, he was real gentle, and worked me up, and kissed me all over--then 
he got me off with his hand. Then we did it."

"Did it hurt?" Rosa asked.

"Just a little, just at first," Tan said. "I didn't have a hymen, I lost 
that years ago horseback riding, so I didn't have to worry about that. 
And he got me nice and wet. So it really wasn't bad."

"Did you cum?" Rosa asked.

"Not quite, he was a little quick," Tan laughed. "He would've gone 
again--he was still hard--but the bell was about to ring and we had to 
clean up and get to class. He was all apologetic that I didn't cum. It 
was OK, I came with his hand before." She grinned. "We're meeting after 
I finish eating to try again. Plus he asked me out."

"That's awesome!" Rosa said. I echoed that. And I really *was* happy for 
Tan, genuinely. But I was also as jealous as you can believe. Connor 
Enfield was a first-class grade-A hunk. And he'd picked Tan.

Damn, damn, damn.

I went down to the pods myself after I finished eating. Instead of 
trying the direct approach, I decided to just wait there, looking 
available. Nothing.

If I didn't get laid soon, I was going to *explode*.

The month, my first in high school, came to an end--and I was still a 
virgin. I met with Joe Benson to exchange journals. If I'd thought there 
might be a possiblity there, I was sadly mistaken. Joe was scared of his 
own shadow, not to mention a girl like me. Shit, weren't there *any* 
guys with any balls at this damn school?

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