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Subject: {ASSM} John and Carol - NiS and Beyond - Week One
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This story is fiction. However, unlike other NIS stories, this takes
place in a dimension very similar to our real world where the concept
is being studied for implementation in the mid-west. It did not
happen.
At least, I don't think so. I retain copyright, not that that matters.
John and Carol - Naked in School Part 1 (mf)
Main Characters:
Location: Hollyville - a small community in western USA - mostly
suburban middle-class.
John Smith - 15 years old - freshman at Hollyville High School - 5'8" tall
- brown hair - brown eyes - in physical shape but doesn't work at it - he's
somewhat shy with only a few friends - lives in a two-story house at 43
Morgan St. with his Dad, mom and 8 year old sister Cindy, 4 blocks from
the high school. The combined elementary and middle school - grades K-8 -
is located directly across the street from the high school near the center
of town.
Cindy - 8 years old - in the 3rd grade - 3'11" tall - red hair - blue
eyes - likes to tease her brother - very open with people - not afraid to
say what she thinks.
Janice Smith - mother to John and Cindy - 35 years old - 5'4" tall -
brown hair - brown eyes - is very lax at most time with her kids. A good
sense of humor.
George Smith - father - 36 years old - 5'9" tall - red hair - blue eyes
- banker - loves his family and will do anything to help them. Also a good
sense of humor.
Family is very easy-going usually. Likes to dress lightly in the
mornings, evenings and weekends whenever possible, even to just their
underwear. John usually wears boxers to avoid any embarrassing bulges, as
does his father, George. Parents are concerned for John, think he is too
shy and introvert.
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Carol Rogers - 15 years old - freshman at Hollyville High School - blonde
hair - blue eyes - 5'6" tall - small-busted, maybe 34 inches with slight
frame - very pretty but shy - lives in a single-story house at 26 Grove Ave
with her parents six blocks away from the school - no siblings - parents
are very strict about the way they dress at home - the exact opposite to
the Smiths.
Jane - mother to Carol - 34 years old - 5'5" tall - brown hair - hazel
eyes - strict Protestant church-goer - keeps a close eye on Carol.
Donald - father - 35 years old - 5'8" tall - brown hair - green eyes
Librarian at Hollyville Library - also strict Protestant.
Carol has to be home when her parents are or have a good reason why she
isn't.
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School Personnel and Stars' schedule
School starts at 8:00 - Homeroom 10 minutes for roll call - first class
starts at 8:15 - 50 minutes per class - 5 minutes between classes
8:00-8:10 Homeroom Miss Connors
8:15-9:05 first period English Mrs. Gloria Collins
9:10-10:00 second period Algebra Mr. Henry Cartwright
10:05-10:55 third period French Mrs. Jean Bennett
11:00-11:50 fourth period Gym class Mr. Paul Connors and Mrs. Emily
Johnson
11:55-12:25 Lunch
12:30-1:20 fifth period History Mr. Samuel Young
1:25-2:15 sixth period Biology Miss Barbara Landers
2:20-3:10 seventh period Art Anne Jenkins
3:15 final bell
Mr. Richard Taylor - Principal of Hollyville High - 45 - 6'1" tall -
amicable when need be, strict as needed.
Mr. James Evers - Vice-Principal - 42 - 5'9" - all business.
Mrs. Gloria Collins - 30 years old - 5'7" tall - likes teaching
English - has John and Carol 1st period.
Mr. Henry Cartwright - 33 years old - 5'9" tall - teaches algebra to
9th graders - has John and Carol for 2nd period.
Mrs. Jean Bennett - 27 years old - 5'8" tall - teaches French - has John
and Carol 3rd period. Not particularly in favor of The Program but is
considerate enough not to hold it against the participants.
Mr. Paul Connors - 35 years old - coaches football and boys' gym
class - has John 4th period.
Mrs. Emily Johnson - 33 years old - coaches girls' gym class - has
Carol 4th period. The two classes run concurrently - each gender using
half the gym or one gender going outside in good days. This is a new
development this year.
Lunch 1/2 hour
Mr. Samuel Young - 29 years old - teaches History - has John and Carol
5th period.
Miss Barbara Landers - 35 years old - teaches biology - has John and
Carol 6th period.
Miss Anne Jenkins - 30 years old - teaches art - has John and Carol 7th
period.
Mike Bowers and Janet Moore - Senior contingent nudists.
Jean Barons - girl in gym.
Lt. Morse - narcotics officer
The Story:
Hi, this is John Smith. Yeah, I know, not too original, but it's my real
name. I've got my birth certificate to prove it, too. Anyway, I was asked
by my English teacher, Mrs. Collins, to write the story of my week as the
first boy to go through a new state-run program called Naked in School,
along with my partner, Carol Rogers, and the problems, if any, we
encountered during our week going naked in school. So, here it is - On
with the story! Believe it if you wish.
John Monday Morning
The alarm next to my bed went off but I hadn't slept too well that night
and I just wanted to stay in bed so I reached over and shut it off,
intending to sleep a few more minutes. However my Mom had other ideas and
she rushed in a couple minutes later and pulled my covers off, revealing me
in my boxers. Now that wasn't embarrassing since all of us, my Mom, Dad,
sister and I (notice I didn't say me?) frequently go around in our
underwear - a family ideosynchracy, I guess.
"Johnny, it's Monday - get up, boy! You've got school in 50 minutes."
"Aww Mom, let me sleep. I don't wanna go to school," I moaned.
"Wow, you haven't tried that one on me for at least four years. Now get
up, or do I have to throw a bucket of water on you?" she said, kidding, I
hope. She shook me until I rolled over and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I was
15 years old and was just about to start my first full week in high school
that day. We'd already gone four days and gotten our books and schedules,
so I knew where I had to go. I stood up to my full impressive height of 5
feet 8" in just my boxers, looked at her and said, "Ok, I'm up. Let me get
my shower and I'll be right down, alright?"
She smiled and said, "OK, you'd better, or I'll come into the bathroom
and pull you out," as she walked out, heading back downstairs. She knew
how shy I was about my appearance. The most I could do was dress in my
boxers in front of her. I was afraid to wear briefs because she'd see my
reaction at seeing her or Cindy, my 8-year-old sister, in their panties.
I'd never seen a naked girl for real, only some pictures. I didn't know
how soon that would be rectified.
I went to the bathroom, took care of my morning needs, showered and
returned to my room to dress. It was 7:30. I had about 15 minutes to eat,
then just as Cindy came in, I yelled bye to them, grabbed my bag and ran on
over to the high school, four blocks away.
I got there five minutes before the first bell and was about to go to my
locker when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked to see who
it was. It was Vice-Principal James Evers. I looked at him a moment, then
I asked, "Sir?"
"John Smith, are you not?" he asked me. I nodded dumbly. I couldn't
have done anything wrong, I had just walked in. What could it be? I was
soon to find out.
"Come with me, Mr. Smith." Oh oh, I should have known something was up
when he spoke in such a formal manner to me. A chill went up my spine as I
followed him down the hall, past my homeroom and into the office.
"What did I do?" I asked nervously. "I just got here!" I was getting
more and more worried.
"Just sit there, Mr. Taylor will explain everything," he told me,
pointing to a chair against the wall. Then I guess he saw how nervous I
was - I was never called to the office, never - so he said, "You're not in
trouble, Mr. Smith. Stop worrying," and he smiled a small grin and turned
and left me sitting there alone, my book bag in my lap and my legs shaking.
So you can probably figure out that I am NOT the bravest 15-year-old in the
school, especially in front of authority figures. You would be right.
I looked around and I saw the secretary staring at me. She gave me a
small smile but didn't speak. I thought that she had some idea of what was
going on, but she said nothing. Another chill went down my spine and I
clutched my bag closer to me.
A couple minutes later, Mr. Taylor, the principal of the school, who
struck a very impressive figure at about six feet tall entered the outer
office where I was sitting, desperately trying to make myself unnoticeable,
and noticed me, smiled and invited me into his lair, uh, I mean, his
office. I nervously rose and approached him. As I passed him, he said,
"Just take a seat, John, I'll be right back."
"O-ok, sir," I mumbled. Hey, I was nervous, maybe even scared. Turns
out I had a right to be. I sat down in one of the two chairs placed in
front of his desk and looked out the open window, through which a slight
morning breeze flowed. It felt good.
As I looked around, I noticed an empty box in front of me, as well as a
second one sitting before the other chair. That brought back a memory.
Something my Uncle Bill showed me when I visited him the past summer. He's
into computers and the internet and he's acquired a big supply of porn -
both text and graphics - and he showed me some stories - pretty tame
compared to others I had read, but cute and fun to read - that had to do
with kids in high school being forced to spend a whole week in school
naked. They were set pretty well in the future - at least six to ten years
- and all the sexual diseases had been cured and reliable birth control was
available to the students. But that couldn't happen here, now. Could it?
But there, in the bottom of the box, placed face down, was a white
pamphlet, resting against the white cardboard sheet covering the bottom of
the box. That's why I hadn't seen it the first time.
Nervously, I set my bag down beside my chair and reached down into the
box to pick up the pamphlet. Turning it over I groaned. Staring directly
into my frightened face were two figures - a man and a woman - and they
were naked - just like on the plaque that had been sent into space on those
machines NASA had sent up the last century. I was shaking when I opened
the pamphlet and saw that it was exactly like the one my uncle had shown
me.
I sat there, not knowing what to do when the door to the office opened
and Mr. Taylor came back in, accompanied by a girl. I could tell by her
voice as she spoke to him on entering. I turned and saw that it was Carol
Rogers, a girl I had in all my classes, except Gym, of course, which would
start for real this week, last week being orientation week. I turned
around to the front again and sighed. They were going to do it. But how?
I would soon find out.
I stood up as Mr. Taylor returned to his desk. I shook Carol's hand
and showed her the pamphlet, quite sure that she wouldn't know its meaning.
"What's that?" she cried and stepped back. I looked at her, then I
realized that she might have thought it was offensive. I hid the pamphlet
and sat down, dropping my head. I was starting to feel miserable.
"Okay," Mr. Taylor said, "now that you both are here, we can begin. I
see that you've already examined the pamphlet, John. What is your thought
on it?" he asked me smiling. Carol had sat down in the chair, moving it
slightly further away from me. Man, what a way to start a week.
I breathed deeply and said, "It's not possible, sir. I know what this
is and the concept is unmanageable, as far as I can see. Walking naked
around school?" Carol gasped when she heard that. "We'd be arrested, or
worse. There are laws against such a thing," I told him, finally stopping
to breathe again as I heard Carol gasp beside me once more.
"Going naked in school?" she said, outraged. "That can't be. My
parents would never agree to such a thing!" I looked at her and her face
was red. Trouble brewing, I thought.
"Alright, let me explain," Mr. Taylor said. He had his hands clasped
tightly in front of him as he began to speak, "This is a state-run program
and we are the first test case to see if it is viable or not. It's purpose
is described in the pamphlet and is designed to instill respect for others
as well as yourselves, and to help you become more comfortable with your
bodies and sex. It is compulsory and any refusal to follow through can
result in expulsion. I know from your reaction, especially yours, Miss
Rogers, that this is a shock, but I must remind you that this program IS
mandatory, and you two are the first freshmen to participate. Your parents
have no say in this matter and if you experience trouble with them or your
fellow students, we have counselors to advise you. If you experience any
harassment, I want it reported immediately, in as full detail as possible,
and all steps will be taken to see it stopped. Any questions?"
"Why were we chosen?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly. I could see
Carol glance at me strangely.
"You were chosen because you were two of the most likely students to
benefit from the Program, as it is called and because you have the same
classes. You, John, because of your shyness; we've noticed that you spend
most of your time alone or with a small group of friends. We feel that
this will open your eyes to a whole new world. You should benefit greatly
from being so exposed that you may be able to expand your horizons." He
grinned. I was shocked. How dare they. I was fine where I was. Going
naked was only going to make things a thousand times worse. I'd probably
lose the friends I did have.
"And you, Carol," he said, turning to her. "Although you don't seem
quite as shy as John, we've noticed that you have just as few friends. By
putting you together, we feel that you both can benefit from this
experience.
"Now, both of you, this week may be traumatic, but it will bring changes
and it is up to both of you to make the best of it. Read the pamphlet," he
said when Carol broke in, "Where's mine?" I showed it to her in the box and
she picked it up and began to read it. Her face turned bright red.
"As I was saying," Mr. Taylor began again, "read the pamphlet. It will
give you the rules. It may take a day or two for your fellow students to
understand what is expected of them and what they can do, but you will
find, we hope, anyway, that most of the students will accept this new
program and go with it. As for the laws against public nudity, they have
been waived for people under twenty. Now I want you to support one
another. Okay?"
"I can't do this, it goes against everything I've been taught. When my
parents find out, they'll take me out of school, send me to some private
school," Carol cried, crunching up the pamphlet in her hand. "I don't want
that. I like it here," she sobbed. Without realizing it, I reached out
and grabbed her left hand and squeezed it.
She looked at me and smiled, the previous animosity seemingly gone for
now, "Thank you," she said.
"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter, either of you, and your
parents are aware of The Program as they were notified by mail during the
summer. If your parents were so against it, you wouldn't be here in this
school now.
"Alright, time to strip. Place your clothes in the box on the floor in
front of you. They will be at the front door this afternoon when you get
out. Then tomorrow morning and each morning after that this week you will
undress outside before entering the school."
I looked at him, then at the frightened face of Carol Rogers, and I
suddenly realized that I could do this. It was just one more step beyond
just wearing my boxers, like at home, and I would be among strangers,
basically, and not family, taking part in a program where an erection would
not be out of place. But I thought I should make sure.
"Mr. Taylor, this is embarrassing to ask but what about involuntary
physical reactions. What happens if I get - uh," I blushed and couldn't go
on.
"John, things like that have been taken into account. You don't need to
be embarrassed in any way. Okay? And if you do need relief, just invoke
Rule Four at the beginning of class." He smiled at me reassuringly. I
nodded but thought to myself, not likely. I couldn't jerk off in front of
the class. I just didn't foresee the pressures of having a naked girl
walking around with me.
So, hearing that, I stood up and slipped off my shoes, then I pulled my
shirt off. Folding it and placing it in my box, I heard Carol ask, "WHAT
are you doing? You can't be..."
"I'm doing what I have to. I certainly don't agree with it, but I need
to finish school, and if this is what it takes, I'll do it. At least I
won't have to worry about when it will be my turn like the rest. That will
be over and done with. Now, will you support me, or do I do it alone?" I
asked, more brusquely than I should have perhaps.
She sat there a moment, looked at me and Mr. Taylor, then she kicked
off her shoes and stood up, turning her back to me. "If I have to, I
suppose I have to, but it's so embarrassing!"
"I know," I told her as I turned my back and dropped my pants. Slipping
them off, I stood there in my boxers and socks, folded my pants and placed
them on top of my shirt. Then I turned back around and saw that she had
taken off her blouse and placed it in the box before turning around to look
at me. I imagine I looked like a swimmer in my bathing trunks but with my
cock showing through the opening I knew that I wasn't at the beach.
Carol had no bra on and her breasts were small, like her body, but she
was beautiful, and my cock showed its appreciation. I blushed when she
looked at it, then I steeled myself and dropped my shorts, giving her a
full frontal view. Carol blushed and quickly unzipped and dropped her
skirt, then her panties. I could see her look of expectation as she
awaited my reaction.
"Oh wow!" I cried, instinctively grabbing my cock before I remembered
where we were. "Uh sorry," I said to both of them, my face reddened in
embarrassment.
"Quite all right, John, I'm sure we both know that that was a nervous
reaction. Like I said, you, neither of you, need be embarrassed by your
involuntary reactions to visible and sensual stimuli. Now, I think you
should go to class, and, if my memory serves, you have all your classes
together, so you'll have time to help one another." He stood up and, as we
each grabbed out bags, he said, "Have a good time, and lunches are free.
Have a great day," and guided us out to the outer office.
Carol
Monday morning
Hello. I'm Carol Rogers. I've been asked to write an account of my
time in the Program, so here it is. I hope it helps others who have to go
through this.
I woke up at 6:45 in the morning, my usual time, and rolled out of bed.
Quickly taking care of matters in the bathroom, I dressed and headed to the
kitchen. My parents were already there, even though my father didn't need
to be at work until 8:30. I said good morning. They just stared at me
like I didn't exist, the usual morning in our house.
I got some cereal and ate, cleaned my dishes and grabbed my bag. As I
opened the back door, I heard, "Have a nice day, dear." I stopped dead in
my tracks and turned. "Did you say something, mother?" I asked,
disbelieving my ears.
"Yes, dear. Have a nice day," she said and smiled. My mother actually
smiled! I should have suspected something right then but I didn't. I
looked at my father who sat there, his face grayish and he had a worried
expression on it. He didn't say anything, but he gave me a wan smile.
"Uh, ok, mother, thank you," I said. "See you this afternoon." They
both nodded and I left. I walked the six blocks to school without really
noticing where I was going. My mother had spoken civilly to me. Something
was wrong, but what. Was I dying? No, I had my last exam at the Doctor's
just six months ago and I was fine, so then what?
I got to school about three minutes before the bell and was heading to
my locker. I had just opened my locker when a man's hand touched my
shoulder. I turned and saw Mr. Evers, the Vice-Principal, standing there.
I said, "Yes, sir?"
"Miss Rogers, please come with me," he said in a no-nonsense tone. I
closed my locker, picked up my bag and followed him, wondering what I had
done. I soon found out that I hadn't done anything, it was what I was
expected to do that I soon found out I should be concerned about.
We entered the office and he told me to wait. As he left the office, I
was about to sit down when the Principal, Mr. Taylor, came out of his
office and saw me. "Ah, good, Miss Rogers, please come in," he told me,
pointing to his office. I walked past him to find a boy sitting in one of
two chairs. I recognized him as John Smith, since he was in my classes.
He stood up and we shook hands. Then he showed me a pamphlet of some kind.
When he saw my reaction, he blushed and quickly hid it and sat down. I
thought, How dare he show me his pornography! I sat down and edged my
chair away from him and then listened to what Mr. Taylor had to say. When
I heard about us being naked in school, I was shocked, but even more, I was
scared. My parents would go ballistic. What should I do?
It turned out there wasn't much I COULD do. I was so nervous, I cried
out, "I can't do this, it goes against everything I've been taught. When
my parents find out, they'll take me out of school, send me to some private
school. I don't want that. I like it here." That's when John put his hand
on mine, trying to comfort me. I smiled and he smiled back when I said,
"Thank you."
Mr. Taylor told me I had no choice and that my parents already knew
about the Program. Then he said it was time to strip. I was frozen. I
couldn't move a muscle until I saw John stand up. When he took off his
shirt, I cried out, "WHAT are you doing? You can't be..." He told me he
was doing what he had to do to finish school and asked if I would support
him or not, then he continued to undress right in front of me and Mr.
Taylor. I realized then that he was right. We had to do it or maybe not
graduate.
Setting my mind, I kicked off my shoes and stood up and began to
unbutton my blouse. I said, "If I have to, I suppose I have to, but it's
so embarrassing!" He agreed. After a few moments, I turned around and
looked at him. He was just standing there with just his shorts and socks
on. I saw he was clutching his hands nervously. Then I saw something
sticking out of his shorts. I just stared at it as he pushed his shorts
off and stood up, standing there looking all red. I realized then that he
was just as embarrassed as I was, only he seemed to control it better. I
blushed and rushed to take off my skirt and panties as I felt his eyes on
me. Then we just stood there, naked and looking each other up and down. I
blushed when I saw his...thing... penis... whatever you want to call it.
Alright, I know the names, but I never felt comfortable talking about sex.
My Protestant up-bringing, I guess. I smiled a little when he said, "Oh
wow!" I guess he liked what he saw, especially when he wrapped his fingers
around his, uh, cock (There, I said it), then rapidly pulled them off and
apologized to us. Mr. Taylor excused him. I admit it, I looked more than
a lady should. I liked what I saw and it made me wet, you know, down
below, between my legs. I was so embarrassed.
Then, after Mr. Taylor finished speakin, we picked up our bags and he
ushered us out of his office, wishing us a good day. A good day? Right.
Going into the outer office, I froze. John took a few extra steps then
he stopped also. He turned to look at me, asking, "What's wrong?"
"I can't do this," I said, panicky. "I thought I could, but I can't.
John, I'm scared." I hid my breasts and my pubic area with my arms and
hands. He gave me an understanding smile and took my arms down. "You
can't do that. It's against the rules. I'm scared, too, mostly of the
ridicule we're going to get, but we have to show a brave face or they'll
eat us up. Can you do that?" He took both of my hands in his as he spoke.
I thought for a moment, then I said, "Will--will you h-help me? Please?
I'm sorry I reacted the way I did inside." I was almost in tears.
John squeezed my hands then hugged me as he said, "Of course I'll help
you, and you'll help me. We'll get through this, and then we won't have to
worry about it. Come on, let's get to English class before Mrs. Collins
marks us absent."
I nodded and we went to the secretary's desk for late passes. She gave
us a weak smile and handed us the already-prepared passes, then wished us a
good day.
I stretched my hand out and John took it in his, smiling at me. "It'll
be okay, really," he said. I smiled and asked him, "Do you believe that?"
He said, grinning sheepishly, "Not for a moment. Come on, let's do it,"
and out into the main hall we went.
As we walked the empty hall, John said, "This isn't that bad. I could
get used to it."
"Oh, really? We'll see when we're in class or between classes when
people are crowding us," I told him, grinning to hide my nervousness. He
looked at me and grinned too, saying, "Yeah, I guess we will. Well, here
we are. Ready?"
"No, hold my hand tighter, please?" He did and we entered the classroom
and the whole room went silent. Mrs. Collins stepped away from her desk
at the side of the foot-high riser and came over to meet us as we stood in
the doorway, frozen. Every classroom had a riser in front that stretched
across the room where the teacher and the board could be easily seen.
"Come in, John, Carol, and close the door, please. Don't be scared. I
just told them about the Program and that you would be participating this
week. Before you take your seats, according to Rule Four, I must ask if
either of you need relief?"
We looked at each other, then my eyes travelled to his erect penis and I
thought he would say yes, but all he did was shake his head no nervously,
then handed her the pass and went to his seat. I was close behind. We sat
two rows apart in different seats in the row. I was slightly behind him
and could see how he was slumped forward trying to hide from the girls. I
told him he couldn't do that. He looked at me with a sour face and sat up.
I knew how he felt, but I was happy to remind him that it was him that had
brought up the rules in the office.
Mrs. Collins brought the class to order, spent some time explaining the
rules of the Program to us and then went on to other things. We settled
down and the class proceeded smoothly, although I could feel several boys'
eyes looking at me. Several times I sat back and let them look, then I
looked each of them in the eye and they quickly turned away, some of them
blushing.
When the bell rang, we jumped up and grabbed our bags, intending to get
to second period Algebra as quickly as possible. It was not meant to be as
Mrs. Collins called us aside. "I know this is very trying for both of
you, but I hope you'll try and get some benefit from it. At the beginning
of class, I mentioned asking for relief. Don't be afraid to request it.
We expect it so don't be embarrassed. Okay?"
"Oh, I couldn't, not in front of the class," John said, he was almost
shaking. "I'd be more embarrassed than I am now."
"You shouldn't be, John. Neither of you should. You have a chance to
experience something no other student has, showing your fellow students
what real sex is like, especially since some of them probably haven't even
masturbated yet. Show them what fun it is," Mrs. Collins told us smiling.
"Now, you'd better go before you are late."
We said goodbye and just made it to Algebra before the last bell. Some
of the kids from our first class were in this one and they knew what to
expect, while the others didn't. John and I went immediately to our desks
and I leaned over and said to John, "If you want relief, I'll help. I
could use some myself."
He looked at me as if I had grown a third eye and I smiled. I smiled
even more when he nodded yes.
Mr. Cartwright called the class to order, looked directly at us and
asked, "As per directions, I am required to ask if you two need relief."
"Yes, please," John and I both said.
"Very well. Step up to the front of the class." We did. There were two
chairs sitting there in the corner which we moved forward to the edge of
the riser. However, instead of sitting in one, I kneeled beside John and
reached for his penis. Several gasps arose from the room as I wrapped my
fingers around it. It had already been stiff, now his whole body stiffened
and he drew in and held his breath.
"What..?" he asked.
"Just relax," I whispered, "you know I've never done this before, so
you'll have to tell me what to do. I hope it feels good," I said, smiling.
He looked very nervous. I know I was.
"Oh, it does," he gasped. "No girl has ever touched me there," he
whispered. "Just grip it and stroke up and down. Yes, that's good.
OOOhhh," he moaned. He didn't take long. I knew what would happen from
talking to friends, but actually seeing it was something else. It gushed
out at least a foot into the air and landed on the floor and my hand, all
white and slimy. John groaned and slumped into his chair, smiling. I
turned to Mr. Cartwright and asked for some tissues. He handed me some
and I cleaned John, myself and the floor. When I was done, John was
conscious again and trying to stand. I helped him up, but instead of going
to his seat, he said. "You're next. Let me. I think I know how to make
you feel like I did. Please?"
I smiled and nodded and I sat in the spare seat. John smiled broadly as
he knelt in front of me. That's when Mr. Cartwright said, "Carol, turn
your chair so you're sideways to the class. That way they can see better.
I assume, John, that you are trying cunnilingus? Oral sex?"
"Y-yes, sir. We've never done anything like this before, so Mrs.
Collins suggested we take advantage of the situation to experiment. Is
that ok?" John asked him.
"Of course, just be speedy," Mr. Cartwright said, grinning.
John nodded. By then my chair was turned and John knelt between my
spread legs. I should have felt embarrassed that he could see my private
area so openly but I didn't. It felt good, like I'd been released from
some prison I'd been in all my life.
As I looked down at him I thought he was going to go right to my pubic
area, but he surprised me when he put both his hands on my breasts. A
shock ran through my body as he massaged my nipples and breasts. After a
minute of that, I was shaking and breathing harder than if I had run a
mile. I'd never done that to myself, and here was a boy I barely knew
stroking my breasts. I stared goggle-eyed at him as he moved his right
hand slowly down my stomach and rubbed his fingers through my pubic hair,
barely grazing what I knew was my clitoris. I gasped and jerked. Then his
head moved down and he stuck out his tongue and licked me. I moaned and he
looked up at me and smiled. "Ok?" he asked me. I nodded several times
eagerly, saying, "Ohhh yess. More." Then he returned and inserted his
tongue between my lips. I moaned again as I put my hands on his head,
keeping him there. In seconds, it seemed, I was shaking and moving all
over the chair, crying out as I came to orgasm. It was wonderful. I
wanted him to do it again, but Mr. Cartwright called a time out. He
handed John some tissues and John cleaned me up, careful to avoid my clit.
I sat up and hugged him, whispering in his ear, "Thank you, thank you, that
was amazing."
"You're welcome. I loved doing it."
We stood up, a little unsteady and looked at the class. They were
silent and looking at us like we were stars or something until they started
applauding. We returned to our seat while Mr. Cartwright replaced the
chairs. As John sat down, I heard him say quietly, "Darn, now I need
relief from my relief." That broke up the class.
When Mr. Cartwright got the class in order, I looked up and saw John
looking at me. I smiled at him and gave a closed fist jerking up and down.
He blushed and turned around. After that, we concentrated for the
remaining 40 or so minutes on Algebra. Then the bell rang.
John Monday morning (continued)
When we got out in the hall that morning after Algebra, I was still weak
from Carol's hand-job. I remembered the embarrassment I felt when Mrs.
Collins suggested we ask for relief, but when Carol actually proposed we do
it, I was too afraid not to. I wanted to get to know her better.
As we headed to French class third period, we were stopped several times
by those who had reasonable requests. I guess the word had spread faster
that we wanted it to. I was stroked and felt up by several girls, while
Carol was felt up by some guys. She held her hand out and I took it,
getting strength from each other until we made it to class.
When we walked in, Mrs. Bennett rose from her chair and greeted us
amicably but cool. Saying, in French of course, "Bon Jour, M. Smith and
Ml. Rogers. How are you today?"
Having had some French lessons in the past, Carol answered her in
French, "Embarrassed, scared, nervous, excited. John?" she said, turning
to me.
I nodded. "Moi aussi," I replied in French.
"I see. But tell me - is it going well?" she asked in French.
"Not bad," Carol told her, shrugging her shoulders off-handed. She
seemed so cool about it all. "There's been no trouble yet, but the day is
still young."
"Yes, it is. Do either of you need relief?"
I blushed at that, remembering the job Carol did on me, but I looked at
her and saw her looking at me. I shook my head no and she grinned. Once a
morning was enough for us, I guess. I told Mrs. Bennett that it wasn't
necessary and we took our seats.
The class went on until the first bell when we started getting prepared
to go to Gym next period. As we walked to the gymnasium at the rear of the
building, we were again stopped and felt up. I was starting to hurt again,
but I didn't say anything. I stopped suddenly just outside the door to the
Gym. Carol stopped and looked at me. "You know we have to shower in the
opposite gender's shower room, don't you?" I asked her. Her eyes opened
wide, then she seemed to remember that rule.
"Yes, I know. I'm not sure how I'm going to do in a roomful of naked
boys. I mean, I'd never seen one until this morning when I saw you. Do
you think there'll be any trouble?" she asked me concerned.
"I doubt it, but I heard that the locker room is monitored by a camera
and if anything happens in the shower, just scream. The coach keeps pretty
good tabs on us, I hear."
She nodded and I opened the door. Standing over by the bleachers was
Coach Connors, my coach, and Coach Johnson, Carol's coach. When they saw
us enter, they called us over and Coach Connors said, "Guys, there's some
discussion whether or not it's safe to allow you and other Program
participants to play, so for now we want you to sit this session out. OK?
It should be all settled by tomorrow. John, do you have a cup?"
I blushed at him when he said that. I glanced at Mrs. Johnson but she
just smiled. "Uh, no, sir, I don't. But I should be able to get one by
this afternoon."
"Good. Do so. Better to have protection than to be sorry. After all,
it's allowed. Now up you go, the others will be out soon." We nodded and
climbed up onto the bleachers. As we sat and watched the others come out
on the floor, Carol asked quietly, "What's a cup?"
There I went again, blushing, but I explained as well as I could. "It's
um a protective device, to protect my uh uh --"
She listened, then her eyes opened wide and she nodded that she
understood. Without looking, she reached down and rubbed a finger over my
cock. I sat up and must have made a sound because Mrs. Johnson looked
over at us just as I brushed Carol's hand away. Mrs. Johnson grinned and
turned away. Mr. Connors moved over to talk to her. I thought sure we
were in trouble, but all he did was laugh and look at us. Finally, it was
time for showers. We were asked if we wanted to join them, even though we
hadn't participated. We thought about it and nodded. We had to do it some
time. Now was as good a time as any to test it.
I held Carol's hand a moment and said, "Don't worry," when I was the one
who was worried. Girls can be worse than boys I'd heard.
Entering the girls' locker room was scary. I'd seen only one real naked
girl before this, and now I was going to shower with 24 of them. What
would happen? Well, as I entered, I heard screams and whispers. I tried
to find a clear locker, which I didn't, so then I just set my bag and shoes
and socks on the top of the locker and walked as calmly as possible past
several girls in different stages of undress and entered the shower area.
It was a gray-tiled square room about twelve feet wide and twenty feet deep
with ten shower heads on each side with five more on the back wall. It was
also about ten feet high, exactly like I'd seen in the boys' locker room
during orientation period last week. I noticed some boxes attached to the
wall outside the shower whose purpose I was unaware of, and probably glad
of it.
One girl who was faster than the others followed me in and took the
shower head next to me. She looked at me and smiled. "Hi," she said,
holding her hand out for me to shake, "I'm Carla and you're John, right?" I
nodded. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Carla Raines. You don't have to be
scared, John. It's just that this is all so new, and a lot of us have
never seen a naked boy."
"Thank you, Carla, but why aren't you running away in fear?" I asked
her.
She laughed as she turned on her shower then turned on mine. I screamed
when the cold water hit me and I jumped aside. "It's because I HAVE seen
naked boys before. My family members are nudists, and we rarely wear
clothes around the house, including my four brothers. Sorry about the
water. It takes a while to warm up," she said apologetically.
I nodded and said, "That's ok, I needed to wake up anyway. This has to
be a nightmare. Unfortunately, it didn't work," I said, sighing. I turned
to the shower, which was satisfactory now, and began to wash off. I looked
around at the other girls who tried their best, some of them, to hide
themselves from me. Sighing, I turned back towards Carla who was looking
at me closely. She came closer and asked me in such a way that most of the
others couldn't hear, "Have you asked for relief yet?" as she ran her hand
over my balls and up my cock. I told her I had and she grinned. "By
yourself?"
"N-no, with my partner, Carol Rogers, in Algebra, 2nd period. What are
you doing?"
"I think you need relief again," she said, looking at and touching my
pulsing penis. "Let me give it to you," and she fell to her knees on the
hard, wet floor and took me in her mouth, her bright red hair flowing
around her face as the other girls stared aghast. As I felt her engulf me,
I backed up to the wall, my legs growing weaker by the second as she rubbed
my balls and sucked my cock to the roots. I groaned and, through the mist
of my clouded vision, I saw and felt two other girls gather on either side
of me, holding me up by my arms, their other hands rubbing my chest. They
pressed their wet teen-aged bodies against mine as I came in Carla's mouth.
I hate to think what might have happened then, but just then, Mrs. Johnson
came in and blew her whistle.
"OK, girls, that's enough. Let's give this poor frightened boy a
reprieve, shall we? He'll be here all week."
They helped me out of the shower as Carla stood up and waved at me,
smiling. "Perhaps we can do this tomorrow. Yes?"
I just looked at her then I heard myself say, "OK. Thank you, Carla."
Then I stumbled out to the locker room where several girls dried me off
everywhere, and I do mean everywhere, all the while as Mrs. Johnson
watched, grinning. She seemed extremely amused at my discomfort. When I
was dry, she said, "John, see me outside." I guess she saw the worried look
on my face because she said, "No, you're not in trouble. Hurry, or you'll
miss lunch." I made a sorry face at that and she laughed, along with some
other girls.
After I had dressed, such as it was, I went outside after I had thanked
the girls, and was, admittedly, looking forward to tomorrow, I met up with
Mrs. Johnson who was talking to Carol. I blushed redder than ever as I
saw the grin on Carol's face.
Looking at Mrs. Johnson, I said, "You told her, didn't you?"
She nodded and grinned broadly. "Yes, she had to know, and I wasn't
sure that you would tell her. Would you?"
"I don't know. Probably," I said, shrugging. Turning to Carol, I asked
her, "How'd it go with you?"
"Well, I'm still a virgin, darn it."
"I certainly hope so. Your parents would kill you otherwise."
She shook her head. "Nah. Just throw me out of the house," she said
grinning. "Then I could come and live with you," she told me. I grinned.
That wasn't such a bad idea. My bed was big enough for two.
"Well, there's the bell," Mrs. Johnson said, just as the bell sounded,
"you'd better go and get some food. See you tomorrow."
"Thank you for before, Mrs. Johnson. I wasn't sure how far they'd go,"
I said to her as Carol took my arm. Several of the girls came out then and
waved good-natured to me. I waved back as Carol squeezed my arm, seeming
to indicate that I was hers. I was fine with that idea. I looked at her
and we knitted our fingers together as we walked out and headed to the
cafeteria, stopping at our lockers to get rid of our bags.
As we reached the cafeteria, we spotted Mr. Taylor coming out. He
stopped to say hello. "Hello, John, Carol. How is your day going?" he
asked us, smiling.
"So far, not bad," Carol told him. "John got attacked in the girls'
shower and one girl gave him a blow job, I think it's called, and we gave
each other relief in Algebra. All in all, not too traumatic."
Mr. Taylor laughed. "Well. I'd say that you both are taking to the
Program very well. I'm pleased that you have calmed down and tried to fit
in. I hope you both enjoy this week," he said, then walked away.
I groaned as I realized that we still had four more days of this.
Carol, who had been so scared before, grabbed my arm and pulled my naked
body into the cafeteria. After we got our food we walked over to a table
near the big window overlooking the ballpark where we could see some older
guys playing.
"Well," I said as I sat down, "we're half way. Think we'll make it?"
"Maybe," Carol answered before taking a bite out of her grilled cheese
sandwich, "but there's still the rest of the week," she finished around her
chewing.
I took a bite of my hamburger and nodded.
"So, did you enjoy yourself with your harem?" she asked, kidding me.
I looked at her and finally admitted, "I didn't think that I'd make it
out of there alive, or even in one piece. But ohh, that girl's mouth...
um yum," I said teasing right back at her as I flicked my eyebrows. She
threw her napkin at me and grinned.
"You must have loved it, you cad. Just wait until I get you alone.
I'll make you forget all about them." She laughed.
"Uh huh, and this from a girl who had never seen a naked boy before
today, and was almost too scared to leave the office. What will you do to
me to make me forget?" I said, grinning.
She shrugged. "I don't know. Give me some time to think about it.
This Program has given me some ideas that would have shocked me this
morning." Suddenly getting serious, she said, "Really, John, this is scary.
I've changed, and I'm not sure if it's for the better. What about you?"
She looked scared, but still resolute.
I nodded, getting serious again also. "I think I've changed, too.
Before today, I would have never gone naked where someone could see me,
especially girls, yet there I was, in a room full of equally naked girls,
and I escaped alive. It's a miracle. I think that we'll make it through
okay, if we just keep our senses and don't get too crazy. Of course, I'm
not saying that we shouldn't explore our sexuality. After all, that's what
this is all about, but I'm not about to endanger you by getting you
pregnant. It's just too bad that the Shot isn't available."
"The Shot? What's that?" she asked me.
"The Shot is an element of the Naked in School stories," I explained,
"that gives a girl instant protection from pregnancy after a half hour, and
lasts from one month to three, depending on the story. In the stories, a
girl goes to the school nurse and signs some forms. The nurse gives her
the Shot and a half hour later, she can have sex whenever she wants it. Of
course, all of the sexually transmitted diseases and AIDS have been
conquered, so that's not something to worry about. But here, in the real
world, it's different. We do have to worry about pregnancy, AIDS, and all
the venereal diseases. So, unless I have condoms, or you get on the Pill
and we wait two months, nothing much will happen with us as far as sex
goes."
"Do you w-want to have sex with me, Johnny?" Carol asked nervously.
I looked at her, reached over and patted her hand, and said, "Very much,
Carol, and that's not just my hormones talking. I think I love you, Carol,
but it's so early, we only really met this morning and this thing we're
going through may be clouding my judgement, but I really think that you and
I could live the rest of our lives together. Do you?"
She was going to answer when the bell sounded and we had to move. I so
wanted to hear her answer. Oh well, maybe later. I disposed of our lunch
remains, then we hurried to our lockers and retrieved our History books.
Carol Monday afternoon
Darn! Why did that bell have to ring? I was just about to answer when
it sounded, so Johnny - when did I start thinking of him as Johnny? - took
our trays and disposed of them, then we went to our lockers to get our
History books. I was tempted to answer him in the hall, but there were too
many people, many of whom wanted to touch us, so there wasn't a good
opportunity until we reached the classroom.
As we entered the class, Mr. Young was sitting at his desk, grading
papers, so we went to our seats, situated in the middle of the room
separated by one chair. We sat down and waited until the bell sounded.
Mr. Young looked up and saw that the class was assembled. Then he saw John
and I sitting where we were.
"Miss Jordan," he said, talking to the girl sitting between us who had
been staring longingly at John's penis, darn her, "would you mind changing
seats with Miss Rogers? I'm sure they would prefer sitting together."
Barbara Jordan nodded and stood up. I thanked her politely and we
switched.
John gently squeezed my hand when we were seated next to one another. I
smiled at him then turned forward. I heard him sigh. I smiled to myself.
"It will be my policy to always seat Program participants together to
avoid any further hardship they might be going through," Mr. Young said.
We expressed our appreciation for his kind consideration and declined
relief and the class started. That week we were studying the War of 1812,
the second war of independence, and the class went along very fast.
Finally the bell sounded and John looked at me. "Biology next,
partner," he said to me.
"Yes, so?"
"This is where the Program participants go through all the embarrassing
things."
"Oh? More embarrassing that walking around naked?" I asked him as we
left the room.
"Yep," he said, smiling. "Usually, their genitalia is examined and
sexual practices are covered in close detail, except for intercourse, which
is not allowed."
"Oh, no," I said feebly, putting my hand to my breast in mock fright.
We stopped at our lockers and got our Biology texts and reached the class
just in time. When we entered the room, we tried to get to our seats but
Miss Landers, our Biology teacher, called us up to her desk.
"Good afternoon, John and Carol. I hope your day hasn't been too
horrible?" she said, smiling like a Cheshire cat. I knew something was up.
"No, ma'am," I said, "although John did get attacked in the girls'
shower before lunch," I told her, grinning at John.
"Do you have to advertise that?" he asked me. "Maybe tomorrow, I'll ..
no, wouldn't do that. Just forget it. Please."
"How were you attacked, John? Did you report it?" she asked John in a
serious voice. He felt uncomfortable talking about it.
"It wasn't really an attack. It was more of a severe greeting. One of
the girls gave me a blow-job, my first. It was seen by Mrs. Johnson, who
stopped any more happening. Actually, I can't wait for tomorrow," he said,
standing up straight and grinning at me. I scowled at him. Miss Landers
grinned. "Well, if that is all that happened, then you were lucky. We're
skating on thin ice with this Program and I hope that it goes well so that
it can continue. If you're doing ok so far, and you don't need relief,
then that's all we can hope for. Please, take your seats."
Before we turned to do so, John asked, "No demonstrations? Aww," and
grinned at me. That grin disappeared when Miss Landers said, smiling at
him, "Not today, maybe tomorrow. After all. when I've got two living
models, I should make use of them, shouldn't I? Now please take your
seats." We did, with John looking much paler than before. I grinned.
Served him right for being so smart.
Today we were studying the internal organs of frogs, which meant that we
had dead frogs sitting on the table before us. Ick. I hate dead things.
However, considering what we had gone though, I guess I can stand to cut
open a poor little dead frog. John assisted me, since we were lab
partners. We had aprons on, making my mind easier for not being completely
naked; that is, until John reached behind me and squeezed my behind. I
shrieked and jumped off the stool, leaving him there looking completely
innocent. I scowled at him and sat on my stool again, just as Miss Landers
came around to see what the trouble was.
"What's wrong, Carol?" she inquired.
"Uh, nothing," I told her, glaring at John, "I thought the frog moved,
that's all." I heard titters from around me at that.
"That's quite impossible, Carol. You just imagined it. Now get back to
work. Okay?"
I nodded and John gave me a great big smile. All I could do was grin.
After all, the situation was silly, us being nude in a whole school of
clothed students and teachers. I should have expected that from a
15year-old boy. I went back to work, making drawings of the internal
organs. I was certainly glad when that bell rang.
As we left the class, John whispered, "Now it gets interesting."
I looked at him as we walked down the hall. "What do you mean?
Interesting?"
"Art class. I wonder if we get a chance to model. It might be too soon
in the year. Oh well, I was hoping to wrap my arms around you and hold you
tight, but maybe later," he said, sighing.
As we entered the last class of the day, Miss Jenkins looked up and saw
us. I got a very bad feeling when I saw that gleam in her eye and that
smile. I squeezed John's hand as she approached us.
"John. Carol. It is so nice to see you today. How has your day gone?
Not too terrible, I hope?"
John said, "No, ma'am, it's gone surprisingly well, all things
considered." I nodded.
"Good. Good," she said, beaming. "Now if you will just set your things
on this table, and as soon as everyone is here, we'll get started." She
indicated a small table situated against the side of the room front, next
to which two chairs were placed. I looked at John and he had the nerve to
grin. I pinched his arm and he grinned even more, until Miss Jenkins
called everyone to order and asked us if we wanted to request relief. We
said no.
"Ok, everyone, I realize that it is still very early in the year, but
considering that we have two live models, I thought maybe they could model
for us, and I'll get to see just whom among you has any talent. We want to
encourage talent when we see it. This time, we'll just concentrate on line
drawings, but I want you all to do as best as you can.
"Alright, John, please bring one of those chairs over to the center of
the stage, please. Good. Now, please sit down and relax. You look
tired." That got giggles. I could see why when I saw his semi-erect penis.
He might have still been a little nervous but he was controlling it, I
thought. "Ok, now Carol, I want you to sit across his lap with your arm
around his neck, facing the door. Can you do that? Fine. Fine.
Comfortable? Good, you have to hold that pose for twenty minutes while our
budding artists try to draw you. She's not too heavy for you, is she,
John?"
"No. Feels good. This is the first time that I've actually held a
naked girl. I like it," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
It did feel good, especially the feel of his hard penis resting against my
side. I smiled at him and readjusted myself slightly then held still.
"Ok, class, draw as much as you can in the time allowed. Don't try to
be exact, just draw what you see as well as you can. Boys, you ARE allowed
to look at her. Start." That brought giggles and laughs from the girls.
We sat there for the longest twenty minutes as I felt John's penis start
to leak on me. I knew that, like me, this pose was making him excited and
I really wanted to finish this and walk around. I bet John's legs were
getting cramped.
Finally Miss Jenkins called time and John and I both sighed as I stood
up. I had to help him as he walked off the kinks. I noticed the girls
looking closely at his cock, which was now fully erect, and I gently tugged
at it. He groaned and hugged me. I giggled and Miss Jenkins looked at us.
"Is everything alright?" she asked. I giggled and said, "Everything's
fine. Thank you."
After examining the results, Miss Jenkins decided on another pose. This
time, we were asked to lie on the stage with John lying behind me, his arm
resting below my breasts. I could feel his penis resting between my cheeks
in the rear as we assumed the pose and stopped moving. When this was done,
he was going to need some relief, and so was I.
Finally it was done. We stood up, walked around the room and found
several that were quite good, but most were scribbles. We didn't say
anything to discourage them because we would be there someday soon, and
besides, the year had just started. Many of us had probably never even
tried to draw. I know I hadn't.
When the bell sounded we both sighed. Miss Jenkins heard us and
grinned. "Tough day, huh?"
"You would not believe how tough, but not as tough as it could have
been," I said. John quickly agreed.
"Well, grab your things and go home, back to normality. Have a good
night and we'll see you both tomorrow," she told us.
We quickly did as she advised and scrambled for our lockers. As we
prepared our bags with the books we'd need for our homework, Mr. Taylor
came up to us. "So, all done with your day. How was it?"
"Not as frightening as we thought. But the remaining four days will
tell just how well this is going to work," John told him. "Once the other
students finally wake up, we may have too much to handle and find ourselves
late for class."
"Well, we'll just have to see. I think it will work. Have a good night
and we'll see you tomorrow," he said before patting us on the shoulder and
walking away.
We just nodded to him. We were both tired and we wanted to get home.
It was while we were dressing outside the front door with boys and girls
passing by, some stopping to watch as the other participants arrived to
dress, that I started worrying about my parents' reaction to the Program.
Johnny could see my concern and asked, "Worried? How about if I walk you
home. We can stop off at my place first, drop off my bag, you can meet my
Mom and then I'll walk you home. How far is it?"
I told him and he grinned. "Good, only two blocks from me. Come on,
let's go."
As he grabbed my hand, I realized that I was dressed again, and I also
realized how much I liked not being dressed. As we left the school grounds
I turned and said, "Johnny?"
"Hmm?" he said, turning to me.
"Do you feel any different now that you're wearing clothes again?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it. They feel heavy. I didn't realize it
until you mentioned it though. Why?"
"I just thought that, at least until we get to your house, we could,
maybe, stop and take our clothes off again. I want to feel the air against
my skin. Amazing, isn't it? This morning, I had trouble taking them off,
and now I don't want them on."
I looked at him, then I looked around. No-one was visible, so I started
stripping and so did he, and soon we were in our birthday suits, with the
exception of my shoes and his shoes and socks. I grinned at him as we
continued walking.
"I hope that no police cars come by," I told him, but as soon as I said
that, one pulled up beside us.
"Ok, hold it, you two. I hope you have a reason for this," the cop in
the passenger's side seat said as he leaned out the window.
"We do, officer." I told him. "Are you familiar with the new program at
school? The Naked In School Program? Well, John and I are are the first
two participants from our class, and we were told that people our age could
do this if we wanted. Are we in trouble?" I asked him.
He checked with his partner, then he radioed the main station. Then he
turned back to me and smiled. "Ok, you can go. Boy, you kids are brave."
He waved at us and the car drove away. We both breathed a sigh of relief
and continued on our way, soon reaching his house. He opened the front
door and let me in.
John Monday afternoon
As we reached my house and I opened the door to let Carol in, I noticed
that she seemed worried that she might offend someone but I assured her she
wouldn't. My Mom would be delighted to see me bring a girl home. She
smiled at that.
I called out, "Mom, I'm home." A voice called out from the kitchen. We
walked through the house and saw Mom bending over the stove with her back
to us, taking a cake out of the oven. When she turned and set the cake on
the table, her eyes gaped as she spotted us standing there stark naked.
Before she could speak, I said, "Mom, I'd like you to meet Carol Rogers, my
partner this week in the Program."
Mom stared for a few seconds, then she rushed over and hugged each of us
before welcoming Carol. "I am so glad to meet you, Carol. I knew about
the Program but we had no way of knowing when John would be in it. I hope
it wasn't too, too terrible."
"Not really, Mrs. Smith. The first couple hours were a bit unsettling,
but after that we calmed down. So much so that we decided we didn't like
wearing clothes so we took them off again off school grounds. I hope we
didn't offend you," Carol told Mom.
Mom smiled and said, "Lands no, did John tell you that we don't like
dressing much anyway? Besides, seeing a pretty girl like you makes my day.
What are you going to do now?"
"I'm walking her home, Mom," I told her. "Her parents are very strict,
and she's worried about how they will react. She's my partner and I have
to support her."
"Of course you do, Johnny, but are you going like that?" she asked,
pointing at our nude bodies.
"No, we'll get dressed and then go. She only lives two blocks away.
That reminds me," I said, turning to Carol, "I want you to have our number
in case things don't go well." I grabbed some paper from my bag and wrote
down our telephone number. I handed it to her and she said thank you,
giving me a big smile.
"Carol, we'd better put our clothes on now and get you home. And Mom, I
need some money to get a cup for Gym. I'll pick it up after I leave
Carol's house. Okay?"
"Of course, Johnny, wait here." She left the room and we dressed. We
were finished when she returned. She handed me a 20 and asked me, "What
time will you be home?"
I looked at my watch and saw it was about 3:30, so I told her, "About
five o'clock, okay?"
"Fine," she said. Then she turned to Carol and said, "I really hope
this whole thing works out for you, dear. I can tell how much Johnny likes
you. You're welcome here anytime." They hugged. Carol said thank you and
I grabbed her bag, put the money in my pocket and left the house.
Carol Monday evening
We left Johnny's house and headed over to my house. When we got there,
I tried to open the front door but it was locked and I didn't have a key
with me. "That's strange," I said to Johnny, "we never lock this door when
somebody's home. Mom should be here."
"Maybe she stepped out, the store or something," Johnny suggested.
I said, "I suppose. Let's try the rear door." We did and it was open.
We went in and mother was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of
tea. She looked up as we entered.
"Why was the front door locked, mother? We never lock it."
"I had to make sure I saw you when you came home and if you came in the
front door, I might have missed you when you went to your room," she
answered, looking at Johnny.
"Why?" I asked.
"Who is this?" she asked me back.
"Mother, this is John Smith, my partner in the Program," I told her
succinctly. She hissed and half rose from her chair, then, surprisingly,
she slumped down like a defeated woman, pushing the cup and saucer away and
putting her head in her hands.
"I knew it was coming," she said softly to herself.
"What was coming, mother?" I asked her.
"The Program, what else? Your father and I were dreading it, but we
couldn't do anything about it," she told me, looking at me directly. "How
- how was it? Terrible?"
I shrugged. "Not really. At first your up-bringing kicked in and I
swore I'd have no part of it," she gave a weak smile at that, "then when I
was told it was compulsory and we both knew we couldn't get out of it, we
gave in and undressed right there in front of Mr. Taylor. It was
embarrassing at first, (Johnny nodded at that) but after the first period
or so, it became almost fun."
"Fun! Fun? My daughter walks around school naked with a boy she just
met who is also naked, and she calls it fun? I didn't bring you up that
way," she yelled at me.
I hesitated a moment, then I said, "No mother, you brought me up to rely
on myself and to think for myself," I told her. "What did you expect me to
do, walk out of school? Not likely. When I knew that it was out of my
hands, I decided to make the best of it. And I did, thanks to John here,"
I said, reaching out and taking his hand. He smiled encouragingly at me. I
went on, "We handled the situation as well as we could while still trying
to maintain some dignity. It's only lucky that most of the students were
still in shock over it, having eight naked people walking through school.
The rest of the week will be different, I'm sure."
"Mrs. Rogers, please don't blame your daughter for this situation.
Like me, she had no choice. Don't condemn her for something that she has
no control over." This from Johnny who had been standing quietly next to
me.
Mother looked so weird, like a woman looking at a future that she wanted
no part of.
"Fine, young man, I hadn't planned of blaming my daughter, and I can see
that you care for her enough to stand up for her. Tell me, one of you,
exactly what happened today," she said, sighing.
I just stared at her. This wasn't like her. Johnny explained what went
on that day, bringing angry looks to her face when he mentioned the relief
we gave each other and the blow-job he got in the shower. I told her of
the naked boys in my shower and how embarrassed most of them were,
especially when I washed my pubic area.
She actually gave a small grin at that, but it disappeared quickly. We
told her about the art lesson where John held me. She didn't like the fact
our two naked bodies actually touched, but there wasn't anything she could
do.
"And I suppose the rest of the week will be the same?" she asked. We
nodded.
"Probably more when the rest of the students get into the picture," I
said. "There's the Reasonable Requests. That's a big part."
She sat there a moment thinking, then she seemed to come to a decision.
"John, do you think Carol could sleep at your house tonight? Her father
and I have some things to talk out."
John looked at her a moment, then he said, "Sure," then at me, "she can
stay in our guest room. My parents will love having another girl in the
house."
"Another girl?" I asked, hitting his arm. "What other girl?"
"Oh, a nice girl, red hair, blue eyes, very talkative, 8-years-old my
little sister Cindy," he said, grinning. I hit him again.
"Fine," mother said unemotionlessly. "Will you have sex?"
John looked shocked at that but he quickly recovered. "No, ma'am. Not
that I don't want to, I do. I can see spending my life with Carol, but we
both agreed earlier that that would be too dangerous. We're both virgins
and I would never do anything to endanger her, and I can think of nothing
worse than getting her pregnant. She is unprotected and I have nothing. I
would be too embarrassed to buy condoms, even though they are easily
available. So we both agreed that, although we might do some light
petting, we would definitely not go all the way. Is that what you wanted
to hear? It's the truth."
Mother smiled at John. She actually smiled. "After one day, you feel
this strongly for my daughter?" she asked him.
"Oh, yes ma'am. After the day we've been through, I do feel a close
affinity for her, and I hope that you and your husband will let me keep on
seeing her, please," John told her respectively. I appreciated his
attitude towards my mother and I wrapped my arm around his tight.
Mother nodded. "Alright. I can see you are a good boy and you'll take
care of her this week. Carol, gather some night things and come back here.
Also, you'll need a change of clothes for tomorrow." I nodded and started
to go to my room, but she went on. "Tomorrow after school, I want you here
asap. Understand? You're going to see my doctor. She will fix you up
with the Pill, but it will take two months before you will be fully
protected. Can you wait that long?"
I gasped. She was putting me on the Pill? What's got into her. I
looked at John and saw the grin on his face. I said uncertainly to mother,
"Uh, of course, mother. Why?"
"Even though we may not show it often, we do love you very much. I want
you to be safe. After all, I was a girl once and I know what pressures you
are under. I know that John believes what he says, but youthful hormones
can break any body if they get into the right situation." Then she came
over and hugged me. The last hug I remember getting from my mother was
when I was six.
"I think that I realized that you loved me, Mother," I said to her as I
hugged her back. "I just wish you could show it more," and I started
crying. She held me like a little girl for a moment, then she returned to
her seat.
"I'll try, darling, I'll try. Now, go pack your things." I went.
When I got back, John and mother were talking like old friends. He rose
from the chair he was sitting in and hugged me. "I assured her that
nothing untoward would happen tonight, that you would sleep in our guest
room. Then she said it was all right for you to sleep with me, if my
parents agreed. What do you think?"
I jumped into his arms and kissed him. I did it without thinking. Then
I looked at mother. She sat there smiling. Very strange. I went over and
hugged her. She patted my back and whispered, "If John gets some condoms,
go for it. After today, you probably both need some relief."
I stepped back and looked astonished. I guess the look on my face was
funny because they both started laughing. John came and hugged me again
and said, "Come on, let's go home."
He picked up my small suitcase and school bag and we said good-bye to
mother. She wished us a good night and we were off. We made a stop at the
sports supply store a block away, then we went to his house. It was 4:30.
John Monday evening
We reached my house and I let us in. Dad was home, reading the
newspaper when we came in. Hearing us he lowered the paper and grinned.
"Johnny. Your Mom told me the news," he said, getting up and walking over.
"And this must be Carol. Welcome, my dear," he said, shaking her hand.
Mom walked in then. "Johnny, back so soon? Carol?"
"Mom, Dad, Carol's Mom asked if she could stay the night. She and her
husband have some things to discuss. Is it ok? I said she could sleep in
the guest room."
"Of course she can stay," Mom said. "Do you really want her to stay in
the guest room all alone?"
"Not really," I admitted. "But I'm not sure if I can trust myself with
her in bed with me. She's not protected and I uh don't have uh.." I
faltered.
"Don't worry, John," Dad said. He turned to Carol and asked, "Carol, do
you want to have sex with John? After all, you've both seen everything and
you must be curious."
"Yes sir, very much, and we are curious. My mother gave me permission
if John had some you-know. I'm sorry, this is all so strange. This
morning, I would never have even thought about it." She blushed. I love
that girl.
Mom came back and handed me a small box. "I picked these up today at
the pharmacy. I wasn't sure, but I thought you might need them when you
went into the Program. Just don't let Cindy see you." I hugged her.
"Thanks, Mom. That's very thoughtful."
Both Mom and Dad smiled and then let me show Carol to my room. When we
got there, she looked around and saw the posters of ball players on the
wall, underneath which was the drum set my parents bought me when I turned
thirteen. I still haven't mastered them. I closed the door and asked if
she wanted to change.
"I just want to get out of these clothes, Johnny. Can we?"
"Sure. That's a great idea. We can do homework naked," I replied,
getting undressed myself. We were nude in seconds and she had her arms
around my chest. The feel of her body pressed against mine sent a chill
and a thrill through me, making me react like expected. She saw it and
smiled. When I put my hand between her legs, she was wet. Very wet.
"John, let's not wait, please. Let's do it now, then we can enjoy
ourselves later. Please?" she begged me. Well, who was I let down a lady
in distress? I found the box of condoms and pulled one out. It's strange,
I've seen pictures but never a real one. I opened the package and we
examined the plastic item inside. At first neither of us could figure out
which side was up, then I sat on the bed while Carol tried to put it on.
At first it didn't work, then she turned it around and it unrolled fine. I
tell you, the feeling of that girl's hands almost brought me off right then
and there.
However, fate was not on our side. There came a knock on the door and a
small red-headed girl appeared through the crack she had made. "Johnny?
Mom says supper is r..." She stopped dead when she saw us naked, Carol
kneeling in front of me. The door slammed and we heard a scream and
running steps. Needless to say, I whipped off the condom and we both
dressed as soon as we could, barely before the door opened and Mom stepped
in, a look on her face that was priceless, I'll tell you.
"Johnny, Cindy said you have a naked girl in your room. Where? I don't
see one. Do you?" She grinned at our two despairing faces.
"Mom, I closed the door, I promise. We were just trying one out, that's
all."
"Fine, I know you're curious, but try to keep it until after she goes to
sleep. OK? Now, come down to supper." That was it. No condemnation,
nothing. I looked at Carol and she seemed relieved. I grinned and said,
"Didn't I tell you I have great parents?"
"Yes you did. Now come on, before Cindy eats it all," she said,
laughing.
"That's very possible," I said as we hurried down the back stairs into
the kitchen. Dad was helping Mom set things out. Cindy was sitting in her
usual place, directly across from me. A second chair sat next to mine. I
looked at Carol and quipped, "Oh oh, two chairs, where have we seen that
before," and wiggled my eyebrow. She laughed and slapped my arm.
After we sat down, Cindy asked, "Are you Johnny's girlfriend? Are you
having sex with him?"
"Cindy!" Mom gasped out, surprised. "I swear, what they teach third
graders these days. You watch your manners, young lady, while we have a
guest in the house."
Cindy looked at me and Carol and grinned. "You ARE going to have sex,
aren't you? My teacher says all teenagers have sex." Mom gasped.
Dad said, "Cindy, do what your mother tells you, and I think we need to
have a talk with your teacher." Cindy didn't say anything then, except she
began to sulk. I started to feel sorry for her. She was just curious,
that's all.
"Cindy, when you get older, you'll realize that people change and they
need other people to be complete, and yes, Carol is my girlfriend, I hope."
She squeezed my had when I said that. I turned to her and said, "Really?
You will?" She nodded.
"Great," Mom said, breaking up the conversation, "now that is settled,
let's eat. Then later, Cindy and I are going to have a little talk about
respecting other people's privacy."
"Aww, gee. I didn't do anything wrong," she said sadly. "I knocked."
With that the meal went on quietly. Then, after we helped clear the
table, we retired to my bedroom where we regrettably retained our clothing
as we did our homework. At 8:00 we had finished and were just talking when
there came a knock on the door.
"Enter. We're decent."
Mom stuck her head in and saw us lying there fully clothed. "Cindy's in
bed. If you want, you can come down and watch TV, or maybe you've got
something more exciting in mind. Whatever, You're free to relax now."
"Thanks, Mom," I said. "I think we'll just stay here. We've got some,"
I looked at Carol, "Biology homework to do. Okay?"
She waved at us and said, "Ok, kids, but keep the noise down, all
right?"
We agreed and, as soon as the door was closed, we were out of our
clothes and hugging one another, running our fervid fingers all over each
other. Carol told me she was ready. I told her I was ready, but I didn't
like the thought of hurting her.
"It only hurts for a few seconds, I hear, then it gets better. Don't
you want me?"
In response, I jumped over to the dresser and grabbed a new condom, the
other having dried out, and opened it. I sat on the bed and she put it on,
gently caressing my balls and hard member. I moaned and she smiled.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Oh yeh, you bet. Now, let me get you ready, my lady," and I stood up
and helped her lie down. She laid down on the bed, her legs spread wide
with her vaginal opening very evident to my gaze. I looked at her and she
blushed.
"Scared?" I asked. She nodded but told me, "Please, do it, take my
virginity while I take yours. Then, whatever happens this week, we'll
always have that."
I smiled and laid my face down between her legs. Fingering her opening,
(I had trouble thinking of it as a pussy, it was so special) I lowered my
head and swiped the whole slit with my tongue, bringing moans of pleasure
from Carol. When I had done that a few more times, she was twitching
around the bed like a bird on a skillet. After letting her moan, I rose up
and moved over her. This was it, could I do it? She looked into my eyes
and saw the doubt. "What?"
"I think I may be more scared that you are," I admitted. That was when
she grasped my cock in her hand and positioned it where it needed to go.
"Now push!" she ordered me. I pushed. A quarter inch invaded her small
hole. A half inch, then an inch. The head was in. I groaned. She was so
tight! I lowered my body onto hers, and she put her arms around me. I
pushed again. Another inch. Then I hit something. I looked into her
eyes, seeing fear and something else, want. She wanted me. I leaned over
and ran my hand through her hair and pushed. It hesitated and then my
whole six inches sank slowly into her body. She flinched only for a moment
as I took her treasure. "Okay?" I asked her quietly. She nodded.
We lay there a few moments, our bodies gradually getting accustomed to
the strange new sensations we were feeling. Our hands stroked each other
as Carol's legs wrapped themselves around my legs.
"Oh, Johnny, it feels so good," she moaned, her eyes closed in passion,
while my own were half-lidded as I enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of
having my 15-year-old cock inside a girl's pussy for the first time.
After a while, I slowly withdrew from her. She looked at me, wondering
why I was pulling out when I sank back in, causing her body to twitch and
bringing a long, sensuous moan from her. I did that several times,
enjoying the feeling of closeness it gave me, the feeling of exhilaration
at being with a girl I loved.
"Do it to me, John. Please. Do it fast. Do it hard," she moaned as
she pressed herself against me. I began to pull out and push in faster and
faster, harder and harder, and I felt the tingle in my balls that meant
that I was getting close. I groaned and shoved in once more. I felt her
clutch me tighter and squeeze her legs tighter and I came in her, the only
thing stopping her from getting pregnant was a thin cover of plastic. But
ohh, the feeling. I couldn't wait to feel it the natural way. But I would
have to.
We rested, both recovering from the greatest orgasms of our lives. We
looked into each other's eyes, ran our fingers through each other's hair
and smiled. "I love you," I told her. "I love you, too," she said, then
she pushed my weakened body off of her.
I managed to pull off the condom and dispose of it, then we came
together on our sides, kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.
John Tuesday morning
I awoke to the alarm and I turned over to switch it off, only to find
myself wrapped up in the arms of a girl. What was going on? Then my mind
cleared and I remembered last night and the wonderful time we had. I ran
my hand through her blonde hair and saw her eyes open. I could tell that
she didn't know where she was at first, then she saw me and she smiled.
"Good morning, beautiful," I said, smiling. I leaned over and kissed
her cheek.
"Ummm, good morning to you, too, handsome," she returned. She
straightened herself out and I reached over her and turned off the alarm
just as Mom opened the door. "Are you two awake? It's almost 7:15.
Better hurry up and shower or your breakfast will be cold."
"Thanks, Mom. We're up," I said. We threw the covers off and stood up,
still naked of course and I could see Mom looking at us. I smiled as I
quipped, "See something you like, Mom?" She laughed and left the room. We
went to the bathroom where I turned the shower on to warm up as Carol
grabbed a couple towels to dry off with later from the cupboard behind the
door.
I turned and looked at her and got an instant erection. She saw it of
course and said, "Are you getting nasty ideas, mister?" She smiled and
tried to grab it but I escaped into the cabinet. She followed and I
grabbed her instead, wrapping my arms around her and rubbing her ass. She
giggled as she rubbed mine.
"We don't have time to play, darn it," I said, "or we could be here all
day."
"Umm, that would be nice," she said, laying her head on my shoulder, her
hands caressing my back. Regrettably, we separated and began washing each
other, getting done about ten minutes later. We dried off and had to rush
to dress and pack our bags. It was nice having a girl to wake up to. I
could get used to that.
Just as we reached the bottom of the back stairs, Mom said, "Hurry,
you'll be late for school."
"We should be at least five minutes early," said Carol. "We still have
to undress there before we go in." I nodded and we sat down to some hot
oatmeal.
"Eat up, the temperature dropped last night," Mom said, "it's only about
65 degrees out there. I'll drive you so you have time to get ready."
"Thanks, Mom," I said. "That would be great." I looked at the clock and
saw that it was 7:40 already, and we hadn't finished. Mom left the room
while we ate to get her car keys. She had her own car that sat in the
driveway next to our house.
We finally finished, washed the dishes and went with Mom to her car. I
let Carol sit in the passenger seat and I sat in the back. It took less
than five minutes to get to the school, so we had seven minutes to make the
first bell. We thanked Mom and she waved and drove off after wishing us a
good day.
Walking up to the front door, we noticed several figures standing there.
Two were undressing, so I figured they were in the Program. We set our
bags down and introduced ourselves. "Hi, I'm John Smith and this is my
partner and special friend, Carol Rogers. We're the freshman contingent."
The boy, who was at least 3" taller than me, shook my hand then shook
Carol's. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Mike Bowers and this is my partner
Janet Moore, and we're, as you said, the senior contingent. How are you
guys doing? Any problems?"
"Not yet," said Carol, "although yesterday morning was nerve-wracking."
They agreed with that. "We finally decided to just try and enjoy it as
best we could. You?"
Janet said, "About the same. We were shocked to hear that we'd parading
around school naked for a week but we gradually got used to it. Now it's
fun," she said, grabbing Mike's arm. We agreed that it was fun. And by
that time all four of us were naked and walking to the front door, having
been replaced at the boxes by the other two pairs who, we noticed, were
more reluctant to undress in front of the group of spectators which had
grown considerably in the meantime.
"Better hurry," I called out. "You'll be late." They quickened their
pace and followed us in. Carol and I went to our homeroom right away,
making it just as the second bell rang. We waved to Miss Connors, our
homeroom teacher, and sat down, ready to be counted. She smiled and said
hello. She hadn't seen us yesterday.
"How is it going for you?" she asked as she walked up to our desks.
"Fine," I said and "Great," said Carol.
"That's fine, some of us weren't sure how you - all of the participants
- would react to being naked in school. I've heard some good stories and
some not so good ones. I'm glad to see you are handling it so well."
"Thank you," we said. I told her how reluctant the sophomores and
juniors seemed to be, while we and the senior couple seemed to take it in
stride.
"That's great," she said to us, then she returned to her desk.
After homeroom we went to English. Carol asked for relief because she
was still on edge from the morning, so I did what I had done in Algebra the
previous day. She sat in a chair and I quickly brought her off with my
hands and mouth. I made her howl, making the class snicker a bit, but we
didn't care. After that, we went to our seats, although I was feeling on
edge then myself. I made it through the class and through the hallway
afterwards all right, but I had to get relief myself in Mr. Cartwright's
Algebra class 2nd period, with Carol returning the favor by doing as she
had done the day before, giving me a hand-job.
When I was done, my chest was throbbing and I had trouble getting my
breath, but I didn't let on anything was wrong, although I could see worry
in Carol's face. I stumbled slightly going to my desk, and Carol had to
help me. When I sat down, I saw Mr. Cartwright looking at me. "Are you
all right, John? You seem out of breath," he asked me.
"Thank you, sir. I'm all right, I think. Too much excitement, I
guess."
"Well, if you're sure," he said uncertainly. "If you need to see the
nurse..?"
"No, thank you, Mr. Cartwright, but if it occurs again, I certainly
will do so," I told him.
"That would be wise. Very well, on with the class," and that's what we
did. My breathing returned to normal and the pain in my chest disappeared
as I sat there. I saw Carol looking at me concerned. I gave her a
reassuring smile to let her know I was okay. She still looked uncertain,
but she smiled back.
After class, she grabbed my arm and whispered, "Are you really okay,
John? You scared me."
"Yes, I'm fine. Just the excitement of having a beautiful girl give me
a hand-job in front of the class, that's all." With that, I stopped, turned
around, glanced to see if anyone was looking, and kissed her. She quickly
kissed me back, then we hurried to French class and made it just as the
bell sounded. When I sat down at my desk, I found myself breathing hard,
not at all like I had been before this week, and just from a brief stint
down the hall. I thought I should see the nurse, but then Mrs. Bennett
called the class to order. When asked if we needed relief, we both
declined.
Carol Tuesday morning
When I woke up in that strange bed with a boy's arms around me, I
panicked. I stayed as still as I could until I remembered where I was and
felt John's fingers in my hair and heard him say, "Hi, beautiful," and I
couldn't help smiling. I was surprised when he kissed my cheek. I said
good morning and we were just ready to get up when John's mother walked in.
After what had happened yesterday, I wasn't afraid to stand up as I was,
naked, with John standing on the other side of his bed. We said good
morning. John and his mother made light conversation and she left us to
get ready. I know John wrote about the rest of the time at his home and
the ride to school, so I won't bore you with details.
Once at school, we met the senior couple, who seemed very nice. I admit
I checked out Mike, but he wasn't any bigger than John so I was happy. We
finished undressing and went in when the bell rang. Johnny had to
encourage the sophomores and juniors, who seemed more reluctant to undress
in public, to hurry or they would be late. They rushed through and
followed us in. We made it, as you know, to our homeroom just as the bell
rang. We had a nice conversation with Miss Connors and waited for the bell
for 1st period.
It rang, we gathered our things and hurried to English with Mrs.
Collins. I had been noticing a wetness in my pussy all day since I got up,
so I requested relief. Mrs. Collins allowed it, smiling, since she had
encouraged us to seek it the previous day. John and I walked up to the
front of the class, stepped up on the riser and John pulled a chair over. I
told Mrs. Collins, and anyone else who wanted to listen, that we wanted to
do what we had done yesterday in Algebra and I told her what it was. She
nodded and told us to proceed.
I sat down sideways, so the class could watch, and John proceeded to
give me an orgasm that shook me to my bones. That boy is a wonder.
Anyway, after John helped me to my seat, I noticed that he was hard. Mrs.
Collins noticed, too, I guess.
"John, would you like relief, also?" she asked him. I was surprised
when he said no, that he could wait. I looked at him and he mouthed the
words 'next period'. I grinned and nodded. Mrs. Collins saw that and
grinned but didn't say anything. The rest of the class went fine. Then we
were back in the hall again.
When we finally made it to Mr. Cartwright's Algebra class and our
seats, we waited til the bell rang and John raised his hand. Mr.
Cartwright acknowledged him and he requested relief and we went up front
again, this time for him. I did as before, kneeling beside him and taking
hold of his penis - oh, I love doing that - I gently began to stroke him.
He was fast, spurting like he had the day before, only this time, I sensed
a difference. I looked up at him and his face was red, like he was
embarrassed, but I somehow sensed that wasn't it. Then when his hand went
to his chest, I was sure something was wrong. I quickly cleaned up and
stood beside him. He tried to stand up but he wobbled a little and I had
to grab him by the arm. I heard a few giggles from the class when he did
that, but they quickly stopped as soon as they realized he wasn't doing it
because he came, it had to be for another reason. I had to help him back
to his chair.
Mr. Cartwright asked him if he was all right. He said he was, but I
wasn't sure. His breathing was still heavy. Mr. Cartwright suggested to
him that he should see the nurse, but, being a guy, I guess, he declined,
although he did assure Mr. Cartwright that, if it happened again, he would
seek help. That seemed to assure the man, but I could see worry on his
face.
The class went on and I glanced over at John every so often until he
gave me that smile that was supposed to reassure me. It didn't.
Then we were out in the hall once more. People pawed us and we didn't
even pay attention. All I could do was look at John and ask him in a soft
voice, "Are you really okay, John? You scared me." He assured me again
that he was, then he looked around and kissed me. I was completely
surprised and I hugged him. My first real kiss and in public, yet. We had
to rush to French class and I could see that when we got there, John was
gasping. I looked at him concerned. He just went to his desk and slumped.
Mrs. Bennett asked us if we needed relief and we declined. The rest of
the class was reserved for reading a small French novel. Now, given that
we'd only had a few French lessons, even though I had already had some
lessons, I didn't get much out of it, although it did give John some time
to get himself together.
That's when I realized something. Next period we had Gym. Could he
handle it? I was worried. If he grew breathless just walking down the
hall, what would happen during calisthenics?
As we left French class and headed for the gymnasium at the rear of the
building, I looked at him. He gave me a weak smile, nothing like he had
the day before, then reached into his bag and brought out a small brown
bag. I had seen it after he had stopped at the sports store the day before.
I raised my eyebrow like Spock and asked, "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes," and he opened it just as we reached the door to the gym. I saw
an elastic band attached to a cloth pouch. Two more bands were attached to
the back with a wide band at the top. "John!" I cried, jokingly. "I'm not
supposed to see that," I told him as we walked through the door.
"Why not? You'll see it when I put it on," he told me and grinned. We
separated and he went into the girls' locker room and I went into the
boys', where all I had to do was put my bag in a locker and change my
shoes, all the while the boys were staring at me. They'd seen me naked the
day before, yet still they stared. When I was done. I stood up, faced
them and said, "Better hurry, guys. Don't want to be late." Then I ran
out, leaving one group of breathless boys with bulges in their pants, some
of which only had their underwear on.
When I got outside, I saw Mr. Connors, John's coach, and told him of my
concern. He said he would talk to John. A couple minutes later, John came
out, red in the face and holding his chest. Mr. Connors rushed over to
him and helped him sit down on the bleachers.
"John, are you all right?" Mr. Connors asked him. He said that one of
the girls got too eager when she asked to see and touch him. He agreed to
let her because of Rule Three, but she stroked him so much, Carla had to
come and stop her. I went to him and held his hand. He smiled when I
asked if there was anything I could do for him. I almost laughed when he
said he could use some relief, then I reminded him about the last time.
That's when he really scared me. His eyes closed and his whole body
slumped. I think I screamed. I'm not really sure. The next few minutes
were a blur.
I did see Mrs. Johnson come over to see what was going on. When she
saw John lying on the bleachers, she gasped, then she rushed to the office
to call emergency. I started to cry as they came from the nurse's office
and took John away. Mr. Connors comforted me as we followed after them.
John Tuesday morning
After Carol and I separated, I went into the girls' locker room and set
my bag on the top of the lockers. I waved to the girls. It was nice that
they seemed less afraid of me. Carla came over to me and said, "Hi,
handsome, coming back for more?" She smiled at me and ran her hand over my
cock. I grinned. "Maybe, if you're real nice to me," I said to her and
heard a few snickers as I ran my finger over her bra. She grinned and
said, "Ohh, a lot braver than yesterday, ehh?"
I grinned and told her I was just trying to go with the aims of the
Program and have a little fun. She smiled and asked if I was still a
virgin. I asked how she knew if I was a virgin the day before. There came
some laughs, that is, until I told them that I had been yesterday, but I
wasn't now.
One asked me who it was, but I told her a gentleman doesn't tell on a
lady. Carla grinned at that and mentioned Carol. I blushed and backed
off. Carla must have realized that she had been right and she backed off as
well, smiling at me. "Good, a nice guy like you should have a girlfriend.
It's too bad that I enjoy playing the field. Good luck."
I thanked her for the sentiment, then I put my sneakers and the
supporter on. I could tell the girls were watching as I put it on, so I
turned so that they could see better. They watched as I pulled it up and
adjusted the cup over my pieces. Several came closer and rubbed it with
their fingers. It finally got so that I had to stop them. I was getting
hot looking at these girls in their underwear. I was afraid I might get a
hard-on and it was happening.
I started to leave the room when one girl who had been standing in the
back came forward and asked if she could feel me. I thought about the
reasonable request rule and lowered the pouch. She looked at it a moment,
then she put her slick fingers over it. She stroked it a few moments until
I felt a tingle start in my cock. I tried to make her stop but she
wouldn't. I started to get that pain in my chest. When I fell against the
lockers, Carla stepped forward and told her to release me.
"Why? It feels nice," the girl asked her.
"Because if you do it much longer, he will cum and then he won't be able
to do his class."
"Thanks, Carla," I gasped out. She nodded then looked strangely at me.
"Are you all right, John?" she asked me concerned now. "Your face is so
red." She ran her hand over it but all I could do was say, "I don't think
so," and break away, gasping and rubbing my chest as I left the room. Mr.
Connors saw me and rushed over to help me to the bleachers. He asked me if
I was all right, but all I could do was try to explain what happened in the
locker room. Carol came over and took my hand and asked me if there was
anything she could. Even then I could only make a silly quip, "I could
sure some relief right now." I saw the look on her face. She almost
laughed, but reminded me what had happened before when the lights went out
and I don't remember anything else until I woke up briefly lying on a table
with a bright light over me. I looked around and saw the nurse. She told
me I was in the nurse's station, and that I would be going to the hospital.
I closed my eyes and asked, "W-what happened?"
"Near as I can tell, you suffered a heart attack, John. Have you had
trouble before?"
"N-no, just today, during relief time in c-class," I told her. I may
have been sick, but I wasn't going to tell her my girlfriend and I were
giving each other orgasms. I shouldn't have been so embarrassed to say it;
after all, she is a nurse.
"Oh?" she smiled, "And what were you doing? When you noticed it, that
is?" she asked me light-heartedly, trying, I guess, to keep my spirits up.
"She was g-giving me a hand-job," I said, keeping my eyes closed.
"Ah, yes, that would do it. That makes your heart race, and if it isn't
a well heart, it can be deadly. You were lucky this time, young man."
I nodded. "Why hasn't it happened before?" I gasped out.
"The conditions weren't right, or perhaps you just hadn't encountered
the same activities before. They'll find out in the hospital," she told me
as Mr. Taylor, the coaches and Carol entered the room. She looked up and
told them, "I'm sending him to General Hospital. Please notify his parents
to meet him there at the emergency entrance." Mr. Taylor said something
but before I could understand what, I blacked out again. I awoke again to
find myself riding on a gurney down a brightly-lit hall. There was a woman
holding my hand. When she saw my eyes were open, she smiled and they
stopped the gurney.
"Good, John, you're awake. You're in the hospital. The doctor's have
determined that you have a tiny hole in your heart. Apparently, the
activities over yesterday and today have caused it to be exacerbated,
causing your breathing problems and chest pains. What were you doing, may
I ask?"
I whispered, "I'm in the NIS program in school."
"NIS program? I'm not aware of it."
"Naked in School Program." I muttered weakly. "Supposed to open us up
to greater possibilities - My partner and I may have - overdone it," I told
her weakly, blushing.
"Oh yes, I seem to remember now. And that's why you were naked when
they brought you in?"
I nodded my head yes.
"...and you had never had sex before?"
I shook my head no.
"Well then, you'll be pleased to know that this is easy to fix and you
should be back in school in two weeks or so. Now, you just rest."
"My parents?" I croaked. I could hardly talk anymore. I was getting
scared.
She smiled at me and said, "They are here, in the waiting room, along
with some friends, including a pretty blonde-haired girl who seemed awfully
worried about you. She thinks she is the cause of your problems."
I smiled and said, "Carol. My Program partner and new girlfriend - at
least I hope she will be when this gets through." I closed my eyes again to
block out the lights.
As the gurney started moving again, the nurse assured me, "Oh, don't
worry. The way she was crying and blaming herself, I think that she'll be
around a while. Now rest. You're going into surgery now and soon you'll
be all better."
The next thing I knew I was on a table with a large light over me and a
man in a white outfit with a mask over the lower part of his face saying to
me, "Easy son, nothing to worry about, we're just going to put you to sleep
for a while, then we'll see about fixing your little problem. OK?"
I had to be a smart aleck. I said, "Little? You call this little?" He
smiled gently at me, patted my shoulder and said, "Oh yes, I've done
complete heart transplants. This is nothing, I assure you. You're in good
hands, even if I do say so myself." He patted my shoulder again and another
man placed a mask over my face. Then the lights went out again.
Carol Tuesday afternoon
When they took Johnny away in the ambulance, I begged them to let me
come with him but they refused, saying it was against policy, except for
family members. I cried when they drove away. Turning, I buried my face
in someone's chest, not caring who it was. It was Mr. Taylor, who had
been standing right behind me in the courtyard without my knowing it. I
didn't realize it was him until he patted my back and said to me, "Don't
worry, Carol, John will be fine, I'm sure. Let's get you dressed now. I'm
going to put the Program on hold for now while the committee decides what
to do. We need to make some arrangements for people who might have hidden
health problems."
I looked at him and said, "We have bi-annual health exams. Why wasn't
his problem detected earlier?"
"I don't know, Carol, but I'm sure they'll find out. He'll be back
before you know it." He led me to the containers at the front door and
unlocked them. I reluctantly retrieved my clothes and put them on. I
turned to him and said, "I'd like permission to go home so I can tell my
parents and we can go to the hospital."
He agreed to let me call home from the office. I reluctantly accepted.
We went to the office and I called home. Mother answered right away. I
told her what had happened and she said she would pick me up and then get
my father and we'd all go to the hospital.
She walked into the office ten minutes later. I ran to her and started
crying on her shoulder, something I hadn't done since I was seven. She
stroked my hair and saw Mr. Taylor watching. She went up to him and told
him, "I'm Mrs. Rogers, can you tell me exactly what is going on?"
"Yes. Please, come into my office. I'll explain, then you can take
Carol to the hospital, although she probably won't be able to see him just
yet since it is so soon."
We went into the office and sat in the same two chairs John and I had
sat in the day before. It seemed like months ago, but was only a day and a
half. Mr. Taylor explained about John's heart and the abrupt changes that
had occurred. When he mentioned the relief sessions and the reason for
them, mother became angry, I could tell, but she kept her cool. I was
proud of her for that. I reached over, just like Johnny had done, and
squeezed her hand to show her I understood. She looked at me and her face
softened. I smiled at her.
Finally, Mr. Taylor excused us and we left. We stopped at the library
and informed father of what had occurred. I was amazed when he grabbed his
coat and ushered us out of there, leaving the assistant librarian in
charge. With father driving, we arrived at the hospital a few minutes
later.
When we went to the emergency room, Mr. and Mrs. Smith were sitting in
the waiting room. I introduced my parents to them and mother asked if they
had any news. Mrs. Smith said all they knew was that he was in surgery
and all they could do was wait.
Everyone sat down to wait. After a few minutes, I started crying,
saying it was all my fault, if I hadn't pushed him to try new things just
because I was curious. My mother put an arm around me and said it was
nothing of the kind. If anything caused it, it was that stupid Program,
she said. I still couldn't stop crying.
After a while I did settle down but I couldn't just sit there anymore. I
could tell Johnny's parents wanted to say something but I didn't know what.
I had to get away from there for a few minutes. I needed time to think. I
told them I was going to see if I could find a soda machine and I started
to walk away when my father, who hadn't said a word since we got there,
stood up and said, "I'll go with you," and the two of us headed to the
cafeteria.
On the way, he asked, not looking at me, if I really felt that I had
caused Johnny's problems. I turned and looked at him and said, right there
in the middle of the hall, "Father, John was fine yesterday. He had no
problems whatsoever - other than being very shy like me. If we hadn't been
put in the Program as partners and needed to support one another, we would
never have met and he wouldn't be lying on an operating table now, possibly
maybe even dying, because he wouldn't have been put in a situation where
his heart was stressed to the breaking point almost. I blame myself, as
well as the Program. However, if it wasn't for the Program, we would never
have gotten together and become so happy together," and I started to cry.
He moved me to the side and hugged me.
"Shh, baby, shh, it is NOT your fault or that Program's fault. It would
have happened sooner or later. He would have found someone who placed him
in just such a situation anyway, so it is a good thing it happened in
school where he could get help fast. Think, daughter, what if it had
happened when you were in bed last night. Do you believe he would have
survived then? Late at night, with you sleeping inches away, you wouldn't
have known and he would have died in his sleep. It would have devastated
his family as well as you. So, please, don't blame yourself. All right?"
and he smiled at me, not a simple weak smile, but a big happy smile which
sent shivers through me. I had never seen him do that. "Oh, Daddy," I
cried and hugged him just like a little girl.
"Come on, honey, (he's never calls me honey) let's find those machines
and bring back some refreshments. OK?" He smiled at me and I couldn't do
anything but hug him again before we continued down the hall. We finally
found the cafeteria and the machines. Father, I mean Daddy, had to buy the
drinks since I had no money on me. I don't know what I was thinking when I
said I was going there.
When we got back, Daddy and I were laughing as we entered the room, each
of us carrying some drinks with straws. Mother looked up as we walked in,
wondering what we were talking about. I saw her face, and I grinned. "We
were just talking, Mom," I told her. Her face lit up when I said Mom.
"Daddy convinced me that I wasn't to blame, that it would have happened
sometime anyway, and it was better to have happened at school where he
could get help fast. He could have died last night, couldn't he, Daddy?"
"That's right," he said after he had handed out the Cokes, explaining
that he didn't know what kind everyone liked, so he got all the same, "it
could have happened when he was sleeping, and we never would have been able
to help him. This way there was help available."
Mr. Smith said, "We're both very happy that Johnny and Carol have met,
even in such a strange way. He's fifteen years old and we thought he'd
never get a girlfriend. He's always been so shy and reserved. This
Program thing was a blessing in disguise for him."
Mrs. Smith said as she moved to run her arm beneath Mr. Smith's, "We
both think Carol is beautiful. We'll welcome her to our house anytime."
Mom stood up now and spoke softly, "When I saw John standing in my
kitchen yesterday afternoon, I didn't know what to think. He is a nice,
clean-cut boy, but what was he like inside? I quickly got a hint when he
pleaded to me not to blame Carol for her participation in the Program. He
also told me how much he cared for her, even after one day. That's why I
agreed to let her stay with you last night. If she hadn't, his symptoms
might have been delayed and taken place where help was not available. For
Carol's sake, and yours, I certainly do hope he'll be all right now."
"Thank you," Mrs. Smith said, hugging her. I saw that Mom hugged her
back. One mother consoling another in pain.
Another hour passed, then a man in operating clothes approached. I
jumped up and ran over. "Is he all right?" I asked hurriedly. He smiled
and whispered, "Yes," then approached my parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Rogers?"
They pointed them out to him.
"Your son is out of surgery. It went well," they breathed a sigh of
relief, and so did my parents, "But he'll be sleeping for at least twelve
hours until the anesthetics wear off. I suggest you all go home and return
in the morning. You'll be able to see him then."
Mrs. Smith asked him, "But he'll be all right? He'll be able to live a
normal life?"
"Yes, ma'am, he'll be fine. We don't foresee any complications, but we
will watch him very closely. He is in intensive care for now, but will be
moved to medium care as soon as we feel it right to do so."
"Thank you, doctor," said Mr. Smith.
"Yes, thank you so much," said his wife who was almost in tears, just as
I was.
We decided that we would all go home and come back in the morning.
That night was long and terrible. My nerves were on edge and I couldn't
wait for the morning to come. I don't think I slept more than an hour that
night.
Carol Wednesday morning
I woke up from a very light sleep to feel my Mom shaking me. "Honey,
wake up! Something's happened with John." I sat up in bed and looked at
her.
"What? Is Johnny..?"
"I'm afraid there was trouble during the night. John is on life
support," she told me. I looked at her horrified and saw an equally
frightened face looking back at me.
"Oh no!" I cried, turning over in bed and hiding my face, crying.
"Honey, listen to me," my mother begged me as she tried to get me out of
bed. "We have to go. The doctors think that if you and his family are
there, it may bring him back. Get up, please. Breakfast is ready."
"Breakfast!" I shouted. "I don't have time for breakfast! I need to
see Johnny," I wailed, jumping out of bed without thinking and throwing off
my nightgown and panties. I ran for the bathroom for a quick shower. If I
had been thinking right, I would have known better that strip in front of
Mom, but I wasn't thinking right, I was out of my mind. I think that she
must have realized that because she never said a thing.
I was out of there in five minutes. I was dressed five minutes later.
Mom made me eat. "There's no telling when your next meal will be, Carol.
You need to save your strength or you'll end up there in the hospital right
along with him, and we don't wamt that."
Inside me, I knew she was right, so I took the time to eat. We were out
of there by 8:30, one half hour after I was awakened. Mom drove us since
Dad was already there. He had gone to the hospital earlier when they were
notified of the change. We met the Smiths and Dad there and a nurse led us
to Johnny's room. He was wrapped in tubes and wires with something in his
mouth. I guess it helped him breathe. He looked like he was dead except
for the slow rise and fall of his chest. His bed was one of the two placed
in the room. The other was vacant.
I rushed over to him and rubbed his chest. I got no reaction. Mrs.
Smith sobbed. "Johnny, can you hear us? Please wake up. Please honey,"
she cried. I hugged my Mom as we stared at the lifeless figure of my
boyfriend lying on the bed with the head inclined slightly. "Oh, Mom, why
did this have to happen?" I cried on her shoulder. "They said he would be
all right."
"He would have been, except that they found a drug in his system - an
illegal drug," said a man who had just entered. He was dressed in street
clothes.
"Who are you and what do you mean, an illegal drug?" asked Mr. Smith.
"Our son doesn't even take aspirin," he said indignantly.
"I'm Lt. Morse of the police dept. We think it was given to him
without his knowledge. Do you have any idea where he could have come in
contact with it?" None of us answered. Then I remembered. I broke in and
said, "The girls' locker room. He was there just before his last attack.
Someone in there could have done it. He did say some girl was rubbing
him."
Lt. Morse looked at me like I was crazy. "What was he doing in the
girls' locker room?"
"Johnny and I were the first freshmen to take part in the Program.
Showering in the opposite sex's shower is part of the Program. But he was
sick earlier, too. But then he didn't pass out."
I saw him making notes on a pad. "What is this program you speak of?"
"Doesn't anyone tell you guys anything?" I asked angrily. "It's a state
program called the Naked in School Program where two students from each
class - freshmen, so forth - are chosen to participate each week by going
nude in school all week. It's supposed to teach respect for yourself and
others, as well as sexual awareness. If we hadn't been in it, Johnny
wouldn't be here now. But then his problem wouldn't have been discovered
either."
I broke down then and ran from the room crying. I returned a few
minutes later and he was gone. Mrs. Smith came over and hugged me. "It's
all right, honey, he won't bother you anymore." She patted my back, then
Mom hugged me as well.
All we could do was stand there and wait. I softly cried while we
waited. They brought chairs for us to sit down. So we sat and waited.
After a while I fell asleep.
John Time indeterminate
I don't know when it was but I awoke lying in a bed that was cranked up
to almost sitting position. I could see tubes and wires all over me.
Where was I? I must have moved something because a nurse came in and
looked at me. I saw her name plate. It read Margaret Ratchett.
"Welcome back, Mr. Smith. We were worried about you. You've been
asleep for over fifteen hours. I'll notify the doctor and he'll stop round
to see you."
I motioned about the tube in my mouth. She said, "That was to help you
breathe. The doctor will have it taken out, then you can tell us how you
feel. Okay?"
I nodded. She smiled and patted my chest. A few minutes later a man
entered, checked the readings on the machines and began to detach them, all
without speaking a word. When he pulled the breathing tube out, I coughed
out, "Thanks."
"Please do not speak, Mr. Smith. Your throat will be a little sore for
a while. I'm Dr. Gillespie, and you gave us quite a scare, young man.
How do you feel? Just nod if you feel ok." I nodded. He handed me a glass
with a bent straw. I took a sip of water. "Thanks," I whispered. He
smiled and nodded.
"After a scare like you just had, I want you to stay in bed for at least
a week. Okay? You can go home tomorrow if everything keeps improving like
this. Now, I'll see about a light diet for you while you're here. That
heart still has to heal. I'll send the nurse in to make you comfortable."
I saw a chair in the corner. "Can't I sit up for a while? Do I have to
stay here?" I asked in a squeaking voice.
He nodded. "I think that will be all right. Just don't stress that
heart. I'll let your family and friends know that you are awake."
"Thank you, Doctor," I said in a weak crackly voice. After he was gone,
I lay there with some tubes still in me, and I could tell that I had
something in my cock. All I could do was look out the window. I wondered
how my family was when my question was answered. At that moment, the door
opened and a whole crowd entered. I was surprised that they would permit
so many people at one time. My Mom and Dad each hugged me, saying how
scared they were, then my little sister jumped on the foot of the bed.
"Hi, Johnny. Are you feeling better?" Dad lifted her off and told her sit
in the chair. "Are you feeing better, Johnny?" asked a voice to my right.
I turned my head and saw Carol standing there wearing a white t-shirt and
blue shorts. She looked beautiful. I smiled and creaked out, "Yes, a
little." I was surprised that they let little Cindy in here, but I was glad
to see her and everyone else.
I saw Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, Mr. Taylor, all of my teachers, and a
couple of my friends crowding the room. I wondered how so many could get
in there. The room didn't look that big. I waved to them and whispered,
"Thank you for coming." Carol had to lean over to hear what I said and she
conveyed my words, "He said thank you for coming. It's our pleasure,
Johnny. We were all very worried when you went into coma. We're glad it
didn't last too long." She smiled then and that made me feel a lot better.
They talked to me a little while, letting me know all that had happened
the last day or so. Then a nurse came in and told everyone that they had
to step outside while she unplugged the rest of my tubes. As she pulled
the privacy curtain around and stepped closer. I noticed her name tag said
Cristine Chapel. Something seemed to ring in my head but I couldn't place
it.
She disconnected the tubes, then pulled the sheet down. She pulled up
my gown and touched my penis. She smiled as I looked down. "Sorry," she
said.
"No problem," I said softly, "I've had so many girls feeling that at
school, I'm kinda used to it now."
"You have?" she asked, surprised. "How?"
"I was the first boy in my class in the Naked in School Program, just
started this year. It probably is also finished this year," I whispered.
She looked at me as her fingers softly rubbed me. I groaned as she
smiled. Then she gently pulled out the thing in my cock. "Thanks, it was
a little uncomfortable for a while now."
"You're welcome. So you were going naked in school? That must have
been exciting."
"Scary, more like it," I said, a little louder. "It was exciting at
times, though," I said.
She nodded, checked my penis for any damage then covered me up. Opening
the curtain, she told the others they could come in again and she left. If
anything, there seemed to be more there now. I noticed VicePrincipal
Evers, the secretary and several cheer leaders. What were they doing here?
Doctor Gillespie returned and checked me. He seemed particularly
satisfied with the sound of my heart, and my voice was clearer. He smiled
at me and said, "Well, I think you can go home now. How's that?"
"I thought you said I had to stay in bed a week?"
"Well I did, but you are progressing so well that I think you can go
now. You need to either stay in bed or stay sitting up, so as not to stress
that heart of yours. Your parents brought some clothes for you earlier
since you had none on when you came in. I know, because of the Program.
Well, good luck, young man," he said and he patted my arm before he left.
Mom hugged me, saying how good it would be to have me home. Dad brought
my clothes and helped me sit up. Then he turned to Carol and said, "Would
you like to help him get dressed?"
She grinned and said yes. Dad backed away, giving her room. She pushed
down the restraining bars on the right side and pulled down my covers.
Helping me to sit up, she reached around me and untied the cover I was
wearing. I nervously looked around at the others and saw they were
watching anxiously, even the males, strange, as my naked body was revealed
to them. I glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Rogers and they seemed unconcerned by
my nudity. They smiled reassuringly at me. I returned a weak smile.
I was still a little dizzy, and when Carol slipped a pair of briefs
around my feet and pulled them up my legs (I wondered why Mom hadn't
brought boxers, like I usually wore) and helped me to stand so that she
could pull them up all the way, I nearly fell. I would have if she hadn't
caught me. As I leaned against her, I felt her pull the briefs up and over
my rear and front, briefly rubbing against my slack cock. I moaned. The
others moaned as well when I was covered. That's when the girls left,
waving their pop-poms, leaving just Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, Mr.
Taylor and the rest. As I looked over Carol's shoulder, I noticed the
empty bed next to mine.
Carol helped me sit on the bed and she put my shirt on. I raised my
arms, speckled with holes where the lines had been, over my head and she
slipped it on me. "This is nice," she said. "I've never dressed a boy
before," and right there, in front of everyone, she kissed me and ran her
hand between my legs, cupping my balls. I gasped and jumped back.
"Carol!" I cried out. I looked at the others but they seemed not to notice
anything.
"What's wrong, Johnny? Didn't I kiss you right?"
I didn't know what to say. Something didn't seem right to me, but I put
it down to my disorientation. I just shrugged and adjusted my shirt. I
stood again after she slipped my pants on over my feet so that she could
bring them all the way up. Again, as she connected the snaps on my pants
and pulled up my zipper, she rubbed me in the same spot. I groaned and sat
back on the bed. She grinned at me, then proceeded to put on my socks and
shoes. My mind was still not sure if this was right. I was remembering
the names of the people I'd met there and something was starting to click
when another nurse came in with a wheelchair. I looked at it and asked,
"For me?"
"Yes, Mr. Smith. Hospital regulations. Please sit down and we'll get
you on your way home."
Carol helped me to stand and then sit in the chair. Somehow, as my back
was turned, Mr. Taylor and the others had disappeared, leaving only Mom,
Dad, Cindy and the Rogers, as well as Carol and the nurse, whose name I
noticed was Margaret Hoolihan. I sighed as Carol held my hand as I was
rolled out and downstairs to the Release Dept. After the papers were
signed, we were on the way home.
When we got home, Dad and Carol helped me up the front steps. The
Rogers' car had pulled up behind ours and they had gotten out to follow us
inside. Dad took my right hand and arm while Mr. Rogers took my left hand
and arm and they helped me in the house after Dad had opened the door.
Going into the house, Mom suggested that Dad and Mr. Rogers help me up
the stairs. I said I didn't need help, but they wouldn't listen. Anyway,
in a few minutes, I was in my bedroom, stripped naked by Carol in front of
everyone and helped into bed. However, before Carol covered me, she did
something strange. She leaned over me, took my cock in her hand and said,
"Welcome home, Johnny," and proceeded to put me in her mouth. I collapsed
on the bed, spellbound as I felt her wet mouth and rough tongue swabbing my
cock. I moaned and didn't even notice the others as they stood there and
watched. I soon flooded her mouth with cum and, even though my chest was
heaving, there was no pain. Just the pleasure of orgasm. When I had
recovered, she was sitting there swiping her tongue over her lips and going
"Ummm, good."
It was a moment after that that I noticed we were alone. Carol and I
were all alone in my bedroom and I was naked as I watched as she stripped
to her skin and laid down beside me, rubbing her hand over the small
bandage on my chest where I had been operated on. "What's going on, Carol.
You stripped me right in front of your parents. What must they think?"
"Aw, don't worry, silly, they know we fuck. You want to do it now?"
"I-I can't. The doctor said I needed bed-rest. You shouldn't have done
that before."
"Pooh, What does he know?" she said, rubbing my bandage before ripping
it off. I glanced at where it had been and saw clear skin, no stitches,
nothing. I panicked and sat up, feeling my chest. That wasn't right. I
looked at Carol and she suddenly changed. Right before my blurred eyes,
she changed from beautiful Carol to a tall caucatian male in a long white
coat and sporting a bright white aura.
I fell on the floor in surprise as I gasped out, "No, who..."
"Time to go, John. You've worried your parents enough, don't you
think?"
The man held out his hand to me. "Go? Go where?" I asked. I backed up
frightened against my desk by the window.
"To your final reward, my son. You are done here on Earth. Now come
home." He came closer.
"No, I won't! I want to stay here. I want to live," I told him. I was
frantic now, and scared. And how I can remember all of this is beyond me,
but it is clear as day. He smiled at me, as if that was what he expected
me to say. He disappeared in a haze of light. I closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in my hospital bed, looking out the
window, the tubes and wires on me again. There was no breathing tube this
time. I looked around to find the room empty, exactly as the first time.
What was going on?
I twisted a bit and that same Nurse Ratchett as before entered, smiling.
"Good, you're awake. Mr. Smith, you gave us a pretty good scare. How do
you feel?"
I looked at her and my brain suddenly clicked on something. Some movie
I'd seen on TV. Yes! A Bird Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, about the funny
farm, which had a Nurse Ratchet, I seemed to remember. Then I remembered a
very old radio and TV show called Dr. Kildare. My parents had told me
about that, where his boss was Dr. Gillespie. And Nurse Chapel? Star
Trek. I fainted.
Carol Late Wednesday.
Some of us went for lunch while the rest stayed on watch. We did notice
him tossing a bit in the bed, like he was restless, I went over and held
his hand and he seemed to settle down. He mumbled something around the
breathing tube, but it was unrecognizable, although I thought I heard
"a-arol", but it was probably wishful thinking on my part. We all settled
back to wait.
John Time indeterminate
I woke up again. My mind was clear this time. I looked around and my
parents were there, with Cindy and the Rogers as well as Mr. Taylor.
Didn't he ever stay at school? I must have laughed because they all jumped
up and crowded round the bed. Mom was frantic. Dad seemed sad, and glad
to see me awake but not there where I was. I checked the bed next to me.
It was empty.
"How are you feeling, John?" asked my Mom. I looked at her and smiled.
I was about to say something when that man appeared at the foot of my bed.
The look of fear on my face brought a gasp from my parents as they saw my
gaping eyes.
I pointed at the stranger and cried out, "You can't have me! I won't go
with you. I want to live."
"Then you'll have to try harder, John. If you don't, you will die, and
your poor parents will be fraught with pain. And what about Carol. You
two have just found each other, according to the Master's plan. Will you
leave her behind?"
I groaned and the lights went out again.
I awoke this time to the same room, (this was getting boring! I thought
to myself) but there was a new doctor now. I seemed to remember his face.
Yes, the man in the operating room. I desperately grasped at his arm and
whispered, "Please tell me.." I gasped.
"Tell you what, son?" he asked me, patting my arm.
"Is this real? Am I really awake this time?" I saw his name tag. It
read Dr. Henry Richards. Not a name I recognized. I sighed.
"I assure you," he said, smiling, "that you are very much awake, and
your parents and someone else will be glad to see you are." He pulled free
of my grasp and stood up. "I'll notify them. They're in the waiting room.
Don't move too much, you've still got those tubes in you."
I nodded and watched him walk away. I happened to turn my head and I
saw that the bed next to me was taken. I wondered who was in there, but I
couldn't find out then as the door opened and Carol ran in, pushed the side
bars down and hugged me, crying. "Oh Johnny, I thought I'd lost you," she
sobbed in my chest.
"I can't leave you, Carol dear. It's God's plan that we are together."
I ran my hands through her hair as her parents came over. Her Mom gasped
and looked at me strangely. "How do you know it is God's plan, John?" she
asked stiffly.
"I had a dream, several in fact, in which a man in a long white coat
with a glowing aura around him appeared and tried to make me go with him.
He said it was my time. I seemed to notice that he didn't try very hard
until the last time, here in this room. He seemed sorry to do his duty and
tried to make me fight. I didn't until he mentioned Carol and said it was
God's, or in his words, the Master's plan that we be together. I can't
explain it any further, except that those were the most vivid dreams I've
ever had."
"The Angel of Death visited you, John," she said. She looked scared. I
was scared. "He came to you, but it wasn't your time. Heaven is on your
side, my boy," she cried.
I smiled. Carol was still holding my right hand, with Mom holding my
left. I smiled at them. Dad was standing there looking very worried.
"Don't worry, Dad, I'm ok now."
Just then a thought occurred to me. "Where's Cindy?"
"She's staying at the Brown's next door, honey," said Mom. "Why do you
ask?"
"Be-because, in most of the dreams I had, she was here, even though I
thought they didn't let little kids visit, along with Mr. Taylor, Mr.
Evers, my teachers, friends and even some cheer leaders. I don't know why
they were here. Everything is confused. I thought that, if she were here,
it would mean that I was still asleep. If that was true, I'd go crazy." I
looked at the doctor who still stood there, observing me, and he verified
that certainly it was against hospital regulations to allow children to
visit patients. I heard a sound from the bed next to me. I turned my head
but couldn't see what or who it was.
I looked at the doctor and he said that was the girl who had infected
me. "She received an overdose of the drug she gave you and she ended up
here. I apologize for the fact that we didn't catch that, but it was a
substance our people weren't looking for, and it was applied to an area not
checked until after the operation."
"Not checked?" I asked, then I thought about it and said, "Oh, you mean
my penis. (I seemed to be able to talk about that part so easily now) Yes,
I do remember yesterday that her hands were slippery. I just thought at
the time she had hand cream on them."
"Yesterday," said Dr. Richards, "was Wednesday, John. This is Thursday
morning. You've been asleep for more than a day. You just started coming
around about an hour ago."
"Thursday? Ohh man," I moaned and squeezed Carol and Mom's hand,
moaning.
"John!" cried Mom and Carol. The doctor nudged Carol aside and used his
flashlight in my eyes. "He's going into shock. John! Listen to me. You
are all right. Stay with us, boy. Don't leave us again." All I could do
was stare straight ahead at the man in the white coat and bright aura. He
smiled and pointed up. I went pale and heard the doctor call for something
like a crash cart, whatever that was.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was after a massive shock went
through my chest. My whole body convulsed and I had passed out from it, I
guess. The man was gone and the room was filled with strangers. My
parents, Carol and her parents were not around. I looked at the doctor.
"Hi, what's up?" I mumbled and smiled at him. He checked my heart with his
stethoscope, even though I was still hooked up to a monitor. He breathed a
sigh of relief. "Good. It's strong and steady. Welcome back, John."
Carol Thursday morning
We finally had to go home since we couldn't do anything there. I wanted
to stay but Mom and Dad made me come along. I cried in the car going home
and when we reached home, I ran in and went to my room. I threw off my
clothes, not caring if my parents saw me or not. All I could do was think
about John, lying there in that hospital bed, hooked to the breathing tubes
and the other things, and wondering if we'd ever make love again. I must
have fallen asleep on my bed because the next thing I knew it was morning
and Mom was there.
"Carol, get up," she cried. Tears flowed down her cheeks. When I saw
that, I must have fainted, fearing the worst. I woke up in her arms as she
held my naked body, trying to comfort me. I looked into her eyes and she
smiled. "Johnny?" I asked nervously.
"He's moving about. They told us the breathing tube was out and he was
off life support. Now get dressed, young lady. You certainly can not go
out like that," she said, smiling at me. I was shocked. No condescension
or disapproval. She'd changed, and I was glad.
After hurrying through a quick shower and dressing I hurried to the
kitchen where Mom and Dad were sitting there, talking. I went over and
hugged them, then I sat down and ate. After that, we all piled into our
car and went over to the hospital. I couldn't get there fast enough.
When we got to the floor where Johnny's room was, we met Mr. and Mrs.
Smith. They were nervously walking up and down. When they saw us they
hurried over and told us what news they had. Johnny had been awake for a
few minutes, though he seemed disoriented. I jumped up and down and wanted
to rush to him but Mrs. Smith said that they had to wait. Just then, an
alarm went off and we all stiffened. A group of nurses and technicians
rushed through the corridor pushing some kind of cart. I saw Mrs. Smith
grow deathly pale as she started to run, but her husband stopped her.
"Wait, Janice, it might not be Johnny. Please, don't torture yourself like
this."
"How can you be so calm, George? Not when our son may be dead now," she
cried.
"Oh, I'm not as calm as you think, Jan, I'm torn up inside, but I try to
be stoic about things. There isn't anything we..."
He stopped talking when a nurse came over to us. "You can go in now,
but he's still groggy."
"Is he all right?" Mrs. Smith asked.
"It was close. Dr. Richards will tell you about it."
We all rushed down to the room we all knew so well by now. I rushed in
and saw all the people standing around the bed. I heard someone say, "Hi,
what's up?" and I recognized Johnny's voice.
"Johnny!" I cried and tried to get through the throng. Finally the
doctor who was standing by the bed said, "Good. It's strong and steady.
Welcome back, John."
I pushed forward as the strangers quickly left the room, now that the
emergency was over. Rushing to his side, the doctor let me close and I
took Johnny's hand. Johnny looked at me like he didn't seem to recognize
me. "Carol. Are you real this time?" he asked dazed.
"Yes, Johnny, I'm real. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked curiously. He
looked around, seeming to be looking for someone. His parents went over to
the opposite side of the bed and his mother took his other hand. He smiled
at them but still seemed uncertain. He looked at the foot of the bed, then
he turned and looked past me to the bed next to his. A girl lay there,
breathing softly. I looked and gasped. It was Jean Barons, from my Gym
class. She was unconscious and had tubes attached like Johnny.
"Johnny, it's Jean Barons, from my Gym class. You met her in the locker
room. When did she come in?"
"I don't know. I just woke up and she was here. I had the strangest
dreams. I'm not even sure that I'm awake now."
"Why not?" I asked him.
He looked at me and then at his parents. "Cindy?" he asked.
"She's with the Browns, Johnny. We couldn't bring her in here," his Mom
said. He nodded. "Then maybe I am awake. I don't see the tall man in the
white coat and bright aura." Mom gasped when he said that. She rushed
over.
"What's that you said, a tall man in a white coat and bright aura?"
Johnny nodded dumbly. "You've just described the Angel of Death, John.
What did he do?"
"That's what you said in the last dream I had, when I told you that he
said my time was up and I should let go. But he didn't try very hard to
take me. He said I should try harder, that I couldn't leave my parents
alone, or Carol, who I was supposed to meet, as it was according to the
Master's plan. We're meant to be together. I don't know why I remember
the dreams so clearly, but I do and I'm scared. What if this is just
another dream? Will I ever wake up?"
I gripped his hand and tried to make him believe it was real. The
doctor moved outside the room and did something. A few minutes later, as
we tried to make Johnny be convinced that he was really awake, another man
in a white coat entered. He was tall and his smile seemed to glow. It was
unsettling.
It was when Johnny saw him that his face went pale and he squeezed my
hand tight. "No, I won't go with you," he cried, looking at the man and
trying to get away. "I want to stay here. I'm not done, no matter what
you say," he cried out, fear in his face and tears falling down his cheeks.
I backed away and he came to Johnny's bedside.
He smiled and placed his hand on Johnny's chest, saying, "Easy, son,
easy. You're not going anywhere right now. I'm Dr. Stevens, staff
psychologist. Dr. Richards called me and told me about your dreams when
you were out. Do I resemble someone you're afraid of?"
"Y-es - the Angel of Death - He tried to take me. I wouldn't let him.
You look just like him. Please, am I crazy?" he asked the man.
"Definitely not. John, is it?" John nodded. "Well, John, many times
when people are in a coma or unconscious, they have dreams filled with
people they know and are comfortable with. Then there are other times when
they meet people they've never met before. Tell me some more about these
dreams," he asked as he pulled a chair over.
"Well I seemed to wake up here several times. I met people named Dr.
Gillespie, Nurse Ratchett, Nurse Chapel, Dr. Richards, and so far, the
only one who seems to be real is Dr. Richards, who was in the last dream.
I figured out that the others were in my memories from TV shows I'd seen or
heard of. I recognized Dr. Richards from the operation room, although I
hadn't known his name then. Why do I recognize it now?"
"Well, as far as I can tell, the last time, you were only partially
conscious as Dr. Richards examined you. You seem perfectly conscious and
sane to me. But if you have problems, recurring dreams or the like, I can
recommend a psychiatrist that deals in problems like yours. Let me know.
Okay?"
Johnny nodded and smiled. He seemed relieved. Dr. Richards stepped
forward again to check Johnny's pulse and listened to his heart. He smiled
and said to us, "That's good, his heart sounds fine. It's steady and slow,
which is just right in his resting position." His parents were greatly
relieved, I could tell, and so was I.
"He'll have to stay a few more days for observation, but I believe he'll
be able to go home by Monday. I wouldn't recommend that he restart school
until the following week."
"We'll let Mr. Taylor know. I know he'll be relieved." Mr. Smith
said. The doctor said okay. I looked at Johnny and he gave me a big smile.
"Can you get me the homework assignments, Carol? And I'll need my books.
I'm not sure where my bag is but you can ask Mr. Taylor to get someone to
open my locker." I told him I would but he shouldn't worry about that now,
that there would be time for that later. We had all year. He nodded and
relaxed.
John Thursday
Am I back? Is it real? I settled back and waited. Would I wake up at
the beginning again? I didn't know and I was afraid to go to sleep, for
fear that it would start all over. When that man walked in, I was sure it
was still a dream, but he allayed that somewhat when he introduced himself.
Amazing how the mind works.
Carol and her parents left to get a bite to eat when they were assured I
would be all right. Dad had to check in at work. That left Mom and me. I
could tell Mom was still a little uneasy.
"What's wrong, Mom?" I asked her.
"I don't know, John, there's something that I just can't place. It's
probably nothing." She smiled and patted my hand. I turned my head when
the girl lying in the next bed moaned and cried out. I told Mom to call
the nurse. She ran out and all I could do was lie there and listen. She
moaned again and her body convulsed.
A moment later, a nurse rushed in and checked the girl. I heard the
girl cry out, "No. You can't have me. Not my fault," and slowed to a
stop. Mom and I looked at each other as the nurse called emergency. A few
moments later, a team of people rushed in with a cart and they closed the
curtain. I felt a chill run down my spine. Without thinking, I yelled
out, "Fight, Jean! He can't take you if you fight! You can do it!" I
clasped Mom's hand as she stared at me. I know now what I was scared of.
It was the uncertainty of life.
"Do you know her?" Mom asked.
"You heard Carol say that she is in her Gym class. That means she was
in the shower room with me. I'm not sure which one she was, but I don't
want her going through what I did, not knowing if what I was seeing was
real or not."
"Oh John," Mom sobbed. "Please, I know that you probably think that
this is another dream, but it's real. Please, believe me."
I heard what she was saying, but the uncertainty was still there. I
wanted to have my tubes out so I could hug Mom, but I couldn't. Carol
returned and saw the people working on Jean. "What happened?"
"She had a convulsion. I think that she's going through the same thing
I went through (or was still going through, I thought). I told her to
fight. I told her he can't take her if she refuses to be taken." I cried
then, so sure it was all a dream.
One of the nurses came over when Jean was settled down. "We heard what
you said. It seemed to help, even though she couldn't possibly hear you.
Do you know her?"
"She's in our class," I told her. "I just went through it, I know what
she's experiencing. It must be that drug. She's the girl who touched me
Tuesday, isn't she?" The nurse didn't, or couldn't, say. I nodded to her.
"Do what you can to help her, please. She needs a real world to come back
to, not some dream to keep recurring." I closed my eyes then.
"John?" Carol cried, sounding alarmed.
"I'm still here, honey. I'm not leaving again, I hope." I opened my
eyes again and saw the fright in their eyes. I grabbed their hands and
gently squeezed them, saying, "Don't worry, I'm just tired."
"Sleep, then," Mom said, patting my hand. "Come on, Carol, let's let
him rest."
They kissed me and left the room. I must have dozed some because when I
opened my eyes, there was a strange man standing over me, wearing a white
collar. He looked at me and smiled. "Did I wake you, my son?" I shook my
head no. I wasn't that much asleep anyway. "Let me introduce myself. I
am Father O'Connor. I am the hospital priest. I was told that you might
need me. Can I do anything for you?"
"Thank you, Father. I'm not Catholic but I do have something that may
interest you." I told him about the man with the aura in my dreams and
about God's plan for Carol and me. He listened patiently until I was
finished. When I told him what I had said to Jean when she was in trouble,
he smiled. "That is very good, my son. The Angel of Death, as your
friend's mother called him, is limited in what he can do, as far as we
know, and if a person fights to live, his power is limited. What you did
for that girl was admirable, giving her your strength even as she went
through her travails."
"I think it helped. She seems quieter now and is resting," I told him.
He looked over at her and gasped. "Jean Barons - I know her parents."
He returned to my bedside. "She is one unlucky young lady."
"Why?" I asked.
"Her father is reputed to be in the mob and dealing in drugs. It is too
bad. She's a shy girl, but very nice. She attends mass at my church every
Sunday without fail. I've tried to counsel her in her relationships, but I
don't think it's helped her much. I'm afraid we'll lose her." He sighed.
"Not if I can help it. I'll ask Carol to watch out for her, if she
pulls through, that is."
"I hope she does, she doesn't deserve the life she has."
Just then another man walked in with a uniformed policeman. We looked
at them. The plainclothesman came over to my bed. Father O'Connor excused
himself.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Smith." I nodded. "I'm Lt. Morse of the
narcotics squad. I see that you've met the girl who put you here," he said
as he pointed to the next bed.
"Jean? She did this? I thought so. Whatever. If it were up to me, I
wouldn't be pressing charges. She needs help, not prison."
"You're very kind about a girl who put you here," Lt. Morse said.
"She didn't put me here, not directly. The drug only increased my heart
problem. If it hadn't been her giving me that drug, I might have made it
through Tuesday without seeking help and I'd probably dead now. No,
officer, I won't press charges against her. If you do arrest anyone, it
should be her father. I understand from Father O'Connor that he deals in
drugs. Father knows Jean and has tried to help her, but as long as she
stays in that house, she can't be helped. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm
tired. Please."
"Of course. We will station a man outside so that Miss Barons doesn't
leave here unexpectedly."
"She's not going anywhere," I told him. "Right now, she's fighting for
her life. If she lives, then you can worry about her."
"I wasn't aware that she was that serious."
"She just had a convulsion and they had to shock her, just like they had
to do to me. If she comes out of it, she'll be a new person, believe me."
I sighed and closed my eyes. A moment later I was asleep.
Carol Thursday afternoon
I came back to the hospital alone. When I got to the room, there was a
policeman standing outside. I walked up and was about to enter when he
stopped me. "Excuse me, what do you want here?"
"I want to see my boyfriend. You weren't here before."
"Your name, please?"
"Carol Rogers."
He checked a list he had then he smiled. "Yes, Miss Rogers, you may go
in."
"Thank you."
I went in and Johnny was sitting up in bed looking out the window. I
ran over and hugged him. He looked better that I'd seen him since this
started. He grinned and kissed my cheek. "Hi, honey. Have a good
afternoon?" he asked me.
"It would have been better if you had been with me," I told him,
smiling. The nurse came in and asked me to step aside so she could
disconnect his tubes. I did as Johnny cried out, "Yeah! It's about time.
I was starting to feel like a pin cushion."
Both the nurse and I laughed. That was a good sign as it meant Johnny
was feeling better. When he was on his own, disconnected from all tubes
and lines, except for the heart monitor, we hugged. That felt good.
We talked for a long time. I told him what little I knew about the
Program and he said that he hoped that it would go on. I agreed. We
talked a little about Jean. It seemed a shame that she had to go through
this, but we couldn't do anything about it.
We talked a while longer, then, satisfied that Johnny was all right, I
went home.
John Thursday evening
When Carol left, I laid back and just stared out the window. I saw
birds fly by, planes off in the distance, clouds, everything you'd see on a
nice sunny day. The time passed slowly. Mom and Dad came in about 6:00 to
check up on me. I told them I was definitely feeling better. I hadn't had
any more dreams, which made them happy. They were just as anxious to get
me home as I was to get there myself. Mom brought my cd player and
earphones and a selection of my cds, which I was very grateful for. At
least I could listen to some tunes now.
When they left, I put on the earphones and inserted a disc. The
Monkees. Old, but I love them. I settled down to listen when suddenly
there was a hand on my chest. I looked up and my skin crawled. There was
that man again. The same man in the white coat and aura. I must have
screamed because suddenly there were people around me swarming all over me.
I felt a mask being put over my face and I couldn't feel myself anymore.
I wasn't in bed anymore. I was floating in space over it. I tried to
get back, but there was something stopping me. Then he was there, floating
in the air, trying to pull me away. I don't know where I got the strength
but I pushed him away, but not before I saw another figure - a figure of a
girl, floating near me. It was Jean Barons. I looked at her. She was
terrified. I pulled her closer to her body and pointed. She screamed
silently. I motioned that she should try and go back. She nodded. I saw
the people scrambling around both beds, trying desperately to save their
patients.
Jean tried to go back. The doctor shocked her and she fell back. Her
spirit disappeared and her eyes opened. She looked directly at where I
was. I smiled and returned to my body, this time having no difficulty. My
eyes opened and the doctors breathed a sigh of relief. I gasped under the
mask and they pulled it away.
"He was here, he wanted to take us both," I cried insanely, then I
calmed down. I looked around and saw them looking at me, concerned. I
realized I'd better shut up before they fitted me for a straightjacket. I
stayed quiet.
Dr. Richards hurried in a few minutes later after getting a call at
home. "John, I heard. How are you?"
"Scared, but I can't talk about it. You'll think I'm crazy," I said,
plainly looking scared.
"Tell me anyway," he told me, so I did. It got really scary when a
voice came from the next bed. "Who's that? I know that voice," Jean
moaned. I looked over and saw her looking at me. When she saw me, her
face went dead white and she gasped, "You! You were in my dream."
"Hello, Jean, I'm John, remember me?" I smiled at her. The color came
back to her face as she remembered. "Yes, the locker room. You became
sick. Was it me? I'm sorry if it was, John," and she started crying. Dr.
Richards checked her over, checked her heart monitor and told her she'd be
fine, once she'd recovered from the drug.
I looked at Dr. Richards and asked him, "So, am I crazy? She saw me in
her dream. Only it wasn't a dream. Was it?"
"No, John, it wasn't. It was a near-death experience; what I can't
understand is how they occurred at the same time. That is inexplicable,"
he said, frowning.
"It was almost like I was supposed to be here when it happened for her.
It isn't her time either. I'm scared. Will I ever be normal?"
He said, "Only time will tell, John," and he patted my arm. "Go to
sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."
I sighed. "I don't want to sleep, Doctor, I'm scared if I do all this
will be a dream." However, I did close my eyes and sleep a dreamless sleep.
I woke up the next morning to the same world.
Carol Friday morning
I awoke after another restless night on Friday and decided I'd better go
back to school. If we hadn't heard any news, (I only learned later of his
most previous incident the night before. I guess because he came out okay,
they didn't feel the need to tell us at that time.) I figured I should tell
the people at school how he was doing, then maybe stop in after school. I
went downstairs to get breakfast after showering and dressing. Walking
into the kitchen I saw Mom and Dad talking over coffee and pastry.
"Good morning, all," I said, smiling.
They looked at me like I was crazy. I was prancing all over the room. I
kissed them both, grabbed some milk and a pastry and sat down. I was
happy. John was going to be all right! Boy. What a relief!
"So, are you going to the hospital today?" Mom asked me. I shook my
head no. "I thought I'd go into school today. I've missed enough this
week. I'll take my bike and ride to school so I can go to the hospital
right afterwards. I'm sure the other kids want to know what's going on. I
also want to get John's homework assignments for this week, so that he can
start catching up next week. Umm, this is good, what is it?" I asked,
looking at the roll I had just taken a bite of.
"Strawberry tart," Mom said.
"We'll let him know when to expect you then," Dad said. "We're stopping
in at noon, when I get lunch. Can we give him a message for you? I'm sure
he misses you."
"Just - just tell him I miss him, too," I said softly. I kissed them,
said I loved them and grabbed my bag. Then I was out the door. It was
7:45. By the time I reached the school, it was nearly 7:53, just time
enough to check in at the office and see about getting Johnny's homework
assignments.
I walked in and Mrs. Richards, the 1st secretary, was busily typing
away on her computer and whistling a happy tune when I stepped up to the
counter. "My, someone's happy today," I quipped, smiling at her. "Are you
as happy as I am, Mrs. Richards?"
"Carol!" she exclaimed. She jumped up and ran over to the counter.
"And just what do we owe the pleasure of your company today? You haven't
been a bad girl, have you? How's John?" she asked in quick succession.
I laughed and told her, "Well, let's see now, um, okay, I need to get
this weeks homework assignments for myself and John - that's why I'm here,
but, now that I think, I should see my teachers for that. No, I am a very
good girl right now, thank you very much. And Johnny is doing fine, the
last we heard last night. Since he's better, I thought I'd better not
waste another day worrying about him. My parents will see him this noon
and I'm going in after school. Okay?" I asked, still grinning. "Are you
pregnant?" That was the only reason I could think of for a married woman
like Mrs. Richards to be whistling while she worked.
She grinned at me, leaned over and said, "Yes, we found out last night.
My husband and I are so excited."
"Congratulations!?" I told her, leaning over the counter and giving her
a hug. Just then, Mr. Taylor stepped out of his office. When he saw me,
he smiled. "Miss Rogers - Carol - I didn't expect to see you back this
week. How's John?" he asked me smiling as he walked around the counter and
shook my hand.
"Last night, he was fine, thank you, and I didn't hear of any change
since then. He was sitting up in bed and talking to me when I left. I
came in to get our homework assignments, but I thought I could just see my
teachers when I get to class, and I'm sure the other students will have
questions. Do you have John's bag? I'll need some of his books."
"Yes, his bag and other things he left in the girls' locker room are in
my office. Are you going to see him today?"
We walked into his office as I said, "Yes sir, this afternoon. I rode
my bike so I wouldn't need a ride." I yawned just then and giggled,
slapping my hand over my mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry," I told Mr. Taylor.
"I've haven't been sleeping very well the past few nights." He told me to
sit down and rest.
"That is very understandable, Carol. This has been a trying week for
you and John, as well as your families. I want you to take the rest of the
day off. Rest up. I'll see that your week's assignments are gathered
together and you can get them on Monday. Okay?"
"That's great, Mr. Taylor. I didn't realize just how tired I was." I
rubbed my eyes for a minute, then I shook his hand, said good bye and left
with my bag and John's over my shoulders. At least they were about the
same weight. I waved goodbye to Mrs. Richards and went out into the hall.
I was walking towards the door when a hand stopped me. I looked up and saw
Mr. Evers.
"Going somewhere, Miss Rogers?" he asked me.
"Yes, home," I told him, yawning again. "Mr. Taylor said I could. I
haven't been sleeping well lately." I yawned again and blinked my eyes. He
just stared at me and walked away. I just could not understand that man.
He was so different from Mr. Taylor.
I walked out of the school, slipped my bag over my shoulder, deposited
John's in my basket on the back wheel and rode slowly over to John's house.
But when I got there, they weren't home. I figured they were at the
hospital, so I took everything home with me.
I opened the front door and walked in. Mom was vacuuming when she saw
me and stopped. "Carol, what are you doing home? I thought you were going
to school," she asked as she approached me.
"I did," I said, pointing to John's bag. "I talked to Mr. Taylor and
he saw how tired I was so he sent me home. I need sleep. Now that John is
getting better, I can rest. I'm going to bed."
"All right, dear, you rest, then we can go and see Johnny, later today."
I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned and looked at Mom. I smiled.
"What?" she asked, looking at me curiously.
"Did you hear what you just said? You called him Johnny, Mom. Not
John, Johnny." I rushed over and hugged her, but before she could do
anything, I turned and ran to my bedroom. It only took a few minutes to
fall asleep, finally contented.
John Friday morning
I awoke and it was a sunny day, again. I sighed. I wanted to see rain,
strong winds, snow (in September, not likely), anything to break up the
boredom. I realized that I needed to go, bad. I was still hooked up to
the heart monitor so I couldn't get up and go into the bathroom. I looked
around and saw a cord lying on the table between the two beds. I reached
over and pulled it over to me, finding it had some kind of buzzer on the
end. I pressed it and a few moments later a nurse came in. I hesitated
when she approached me, but I finally saw her name tag and didn't recognize
her name. I breathed a sigh. She smiled.
"Yes, I'm real, John. All of the nurses have been instructed to
reinforce your belief in this reality, due to your hallucinations that you
had. Believe me, this is real," she told me. I nodded.
"Just checking," I told her plainly.
"Fine, now what can I do for you?"
I blushed and looked over at the other bed. Jean seemed to be sleeping.
I whispered uncomfortably. "Um, I need to go, bad," and I blushed again. I
wasn't used to talking to women about things like that.
"Fine, one or two?" she asked me all business-like.
"Uh, one," I said, almost croaking it. She smiled and patted my arm.
"No need to be embarrassed, young man, we all do it. Would you like to try
and stand to go to the bathroom?"
I looked at the heart monitor and suddenly realized that it was no
longer there. I looked under my cover at my chest and the wires were gone.
I looked at her. "When?"
She checked my chart on the end of my bed. "Last night, at 11:00. Dr.
Richards wrote that, if you went three hours straight without any mishap,
the heart monitor was to be disconnected so you could rest better. Did you
sleep well?" she asked me when she came and helped me sit up. My head
swirled a bit when I stood up and she had to help me to the door to the
small room.
"Do you need help, John, or can you do it yourself?" she asked me as I
stood there, my bladder complaining so badly that I thought I'd go all over
the floor. I looked at her and said, bashfully, "I-I'll do it myself.
Will you wait here?"
"Yes, I'll check of Miss Barons while you're busy. If you need me, just
call. Don't be embarrassed, okay?" she told me, patting my shoulder. I
nodded and she closed the door. Thanks to the support bars on the walls I
made it over to the bowl and pulled my cover aside just in time. It didn't
seem to want to stop. I groaned and the door opened a bit and closed
again. I finished off and made my way back to the bed. I looked over and
saw Jean looking at me. I smiled and said good morning. She smiled back
and said the same thing.
The nurse said I could sit up in the chair a while so she could change
the sheets on my bed. I turned the chair so I could look at Jean.
"Feeling better today?" I asked her. She nodded, and said, "Yes, thank
you. Much better. You?"
"Yes, thanks," I said, smiling. It was good to get out of bed at last.
"Did you dream last night?" I asked her.
"No, I don't think so. I seem to remember going to sleep, then I was
waking up just a few moments ago. It was restful," she told me. I felt
sorry for her. She probably didn't have many pleasant nights at home. I
told her, "So did I. I had no dreams, no hallucinations at all. Maybe
we're done with it."
"I hope so," she said, sighing. By then the nurse was done and told me
I could get back in bed anytime. I told her that I wanted to stay sitting
in the chair for a while. She told me that that was okay as long as I
didn't strain myself. I thanked her and she left after checking Jean
again.
Jean and I talked softly about different things, but mostly about her
life. She knew what her father did for a living and how her mother didn't
care anything about her.
"I think if she could have had an abortion, I wouldn't be here now. I
wouldn't be anywhere," she said as she started to cry. "But I learned that
Daddy wouldn't let her. He wanted a kid to make him look respectable.
Sometimes, John, I wish I was dead," she cried, lying back on the bed with
her eyes closed.
I couldn't stand to see her like that. I managed to lift myself from
the chair. My legs were still weak and shaky, but I managed to walk over
and grab hold of the railing on the side of her bed. "Please don't cry.
It's not your fault. You can't be blamed because your parents are idiots
not to love a beautiful girl like you.
"As for the incident in school, I said I wouldn't prosecute. You saved
my life, whether you know it or not," I told her. She lowered her hands
from her face and looked closer at me. She saw that I was serious. "I
saved your life. How?"
I smiled at her and told her, "It seems that, even though I had felt bad
before earlier that morning, I was too stupid to ask for help. It appears
to be quite true that if I had gone all day, and Carol and I had slept
together again like we had the night before, I would probably be dead now.
As it is, when you rubbed me with the lotion, which, unclued-in-to-women
male that I am, I took to be hand lotion, it exacerbated the condition so I
could get help in time." She smiled then, and it looked nice) "That's
better. It always helps to smile in times of trouble. Now, while you're
with us, there's a cop outside, to make sure you don't escape. After all,
you're a desperate felon who just might break through the window to
escape," she giggled at that, "so it might make it easier if you could tell
them where you got the drug. Was it from your father?"
She shook her head and said, "No, from Robby Benders, an "associate" of
Daddy's," she said, turning her head, "He said it would take the pressure
off me this week in school." I patted her arm and went to the door.
"Officer, could you come in here, please?" He looked at me and came in.
"What's wrong?"
"Miss Barons has something to say that bears on the case." I moved over
and took her hand, saying, "Tell him him what you told me, Jean. Let the
system help you for a change."
"Okay, Miss Barons, what is it?" he asked her, holding a pad in one hand
with a pen in the other. He clicked on his portable recorder as well. She
began to talk and the longer she talked, the clearer and more coherent she
became, giving details of things she had seen going on in her house over
the last few years. When she was done, she collapsed, completely drained.
"Will that help, officer?" I asked him.
"Absolutely, it will certainly help her case. Excuse me." He was about
to leave when I asked him to please send in a nurse to check Jean. He said
he would.
My legs started to get tired by then so I went back to my chair. The
same nurse who had come in earlier came back and looked at Jean. "She's
sleeping, John. What happened?"
"She told the policeman everything she knew of her father's activities.
I thought it might help her case. I hope so."
She looked at me a moment then she smiled. "I've never known a
15-yearold boy who has acted so bravely and considerate to a person who has
tried to do him harm. You should be proud of yourself." I shrugged my
shoulders and said, "She didn't know. She thought it was some kind of
anti-depressant, at least that's what I got from what she said." I sighed
and leaned back in the chair, looking out the window. "When is it supposed
to rain?" I asked nobody in particular. "This sunshine is getting boring."
The nurse laughed at what I had said and left, leaving us alone.
I pulled on my earphones and picked up my cd player. The Monkees were
already in it, so I sat back to listen to "Last Train to Clarkesville". A
few moments later, I was asleep in the chair.
Carol Friday afternoon
I awoke from a sound sleep to a voice at my ear. I turned my head and
Mom was sitting there, whispering to me, "Get up, get up, sleepyhead." She
smiled at me when she saw me open my eyes. "What time is it?" I asked,
rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
She stood up from the bed and said, "1:30 in the afternoon. You've been
sleeping for nearly four hours. Do you feel better now?"
I sat up and stretched, smiled and said, "Oh yes. When can we go to the
hospital?" I asked as I stood up and straightened my clothes.
"Visiting hours are at three. We have 1 1/2 hours. Can you wait that
long?"
"I guess I'll have to," I said with a pout. She smiled. It was amazing
how Mom, and Dad, too, had changed over that week. I suddenly realized
that I was hungry. I hadn't eaten much that morning, or the last two days,
for that matter, so I asked Mom if I could have lunch.
"Of course, dear. Let's go out. We'll make it special. Okay?"
I grinned and nodded. I took her arm and said, "Lead on, McDuff," and
we went out of the house like that, arm in arm, stopping only for Mom to
lock the doors. We stopped at a small family diner a few blocks from the
hospital and Mom and I had a nice, mother/daughter meal together. It was
very pleasant. It was like I was seeing a completely different woman.
"Why haven't we ever done this before, Mom? It's nice," I told her.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, honey. You always had
school, I always had my church activities. I guess it took the neardeath
of a nice young man to bring us together. Are you going to marry that
boy?" she suddenly asked me.
When she asked me that, I was just about to take a bite of turkey
sandwich. I stopped, stared at her as she giggled (I rarely if ever have
heard her giggle), and just stared at me, smiling. Weird. I took my bite
of sandwich, chewed it, took a drink of Ginger Ale and swallowed. When my
throat was clear, I said, "For heavens sakes, Mom, we've only known each
other five days. Give us a month, then we'll decide." I smiled at her.
"Maybe after a month, then we'll set the date. I could give you
grand-children within a year," I joked.
At the look in her eyes, I almost spurted the second bit of my sandwich
and laughed. I just had to reach out and grab her hand when I told her,
"Don't worry, Mom, we haven't even had our first date yet. I assure you
that it will not be before college, that's for sure. I am going to
college, aren't I?"
"Of course you are, dear," she said, patting my hand that still held her
other hand. "It's all set. An account was set up even before you were
born. It's all set, don't you worry."
I sat back in the booth and finished my sandwich and drink, then I
looked at the clock on the wall. It was 2:25 in the afternoon. "Can we go
to the hospital now?"
She nodded and paid the check. I grabbed John's bag that I had brought
with me and we went to the car. Mom drove to the hospital parking lot. As
we walked in we were met by Mr. and Mrs. Smith, who had just returned
themselves. We all walked over to the elevator and rode up to the floor
where John's room was located. I rushed on ahead to the waiting room just
a few yards from his room. I so wanted to go on, but I knew it wasn't
time. I looked helplessly at the wall clock, then at my watch, then at the
clock again. I said to myself, "Come on, 3 o'clock, come on."
A nurse came over to where the Smiths were standing and whispered
something to them. Mrs. Smith nodded and called to me. I went over and
she told me that we didn't have to wait. I bolted down the hall and
skidded to a stop just outside the room. Where was the cop? I thought. I
opened the door and went in, followed by Mom and the Smiths to be greeted
by an empty bed, an empty chair and a sleeping Jean Barons. I stopped, my
heart went into my throat as I feared the worst. But just then I hear a
door open behind me.
"Well, it's about time. I thought you'd forgotten me," Johnny said,
smiling, as he stepped from the bathroom. Mrs. Smith rushed to him and
wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. Then she pushed him away and
said, "Don't you ever do that again, young man. You gave us all heart
attacks."
He looked at her and grinned. "Do what? When a guy's got to go, he's
got to go, doesn't he?" He hugged her, then he hugged his Dad, shook hands
with Mom and just looked at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, seeing the curious look in his eyes.
"Who are you, beautiful? Have we met?" I guess he saw the shock on my
face and relented, enclosing me in his arms, and whispering in my ear, "I
missed you. Never leave me. I love you."
I heard a giggle from the other bed. Jean was leaning on her left elbow
and watching us from her bed. I smiled at her and asked, "Where's the cop
outside?"
"While John was sleeping in the chair the detective returned and
released him, notifying me that I wasn't going to be charged with anything,
but my father and some of his thugs will be."
"That's great!" Johnny told her. He went over and gave her a small hug.
"Congratulations, Jean. Now you should talk to Father O'Connor. He might
be able to get you into a nice family."
"I will, John. Thank you," she said, smiling. She settled back in her
bed and closed her eyes. John looked at me and smiled. "I hope it works
out for her."
"Me, too." Just then, Johnny staggered a bit and I caught him. I tried
to get him to his bed but he wanted the chair. Mr. Smith helped him into
it.
"Uh, that's better," he said. "I hope my legs get better soon. At this
rate, I'll need a wheelchair to get to class. Hey, maybe that's a good
idea. I wouldn't tire myself. What do you think?"
He must seen our incredulous faces because he laughed. "Oh, don't
worry, I'm kidding." He got up from the chair and stepped over to the bed
and sat down. "Boy, I'll be glad to get out of here." He sighed. I
brought him his bag. "Here, you big fake, this is yours. And on Monday,
I'll have a huge stack of assignments to give you." He saw the look I gave
him and he fell back on the bed, moaning. "Maybe I can rent this room,
what do you think? Then I wouldn't have to worry about school." He grinned
at us like a fool.
"That's it!" said Mrs. Smith. "You are definitely getting better when
you can joke like that. Come on, guys, he doesn't need us here," and she
headed for the door. John just stared after her in shock.
"Mom?" he finally muttered. She turned and looked at her son and
started laughing, which startled Jean, who sat up to see what was going on.
She saw John looking like a lost child at his mother and she grinned.
"Don't feel bad, John. Carol and I still love you." We all broke up over
that. Mrs. Smith came back and hugged her son.
We were still standing there talking when Dr. Richards entered the
room, looked around and headed over to John. "Good afternoon, John. How
are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess. My legs are still weak and I've been out of bed for
almost a day."
"That's to be expected with heart problems. It'll pass in a day or so.
Just be glad you weren't bed-ridded for months or years, you might never
get the use of them back. Now, could you lie back please. I want to check
you over."
I watched as John stretched out on the bed, drawing his long shirtthing
behind him, and the doctor take his stethoscope and listen to John's heart.
"Hmm, a little fast. Are you feeling all right? Any chest pains?" he
looked at John as he said that. John said no. "Was there some excitement?
Right now, that's something that you don't need."
"Well, I was excited to see my family and friends, and I learned that
Jean was cleared. But, other that that, no."
"Uh huh," Dr. Richards said. "Well, stay in bed for the rest of the
day, listen to your songs if you want, but nothing exciting. I think one
more day; then, if everything checks out you can go home. How's that?"
"Great, Doctor Richards, thank you," Johnny said. The doctor said good
bye and left the room. We decided Johnny had had enough excitement for
that day and we said good bye as well. Mr. and Mrs. Smith hugged Johnny,
Mrs. Smith apologized for scaring him and we left. After we were out of
the door, I ran back inside, kissed him and ran back out with a whorl,
leaving him lying there gasping and Jean giggling.
John Friday into Saturday
Well that was a trip. Leave it to Mom to nearly give me another heart
attack. Geesh. Anyway, Jean and I lay there in our beds, resting and
making conversation. The hours passed slowly and I thought night would
never come. One more day and I'd get to go home. I couldn't wait.
When night came, the nurse came in and checked on us, then she turned
out the lights and we settled down for another long night. At least I
could see the stars from the window. Jean couldn't see anything but the
ceiling. Finally, I managed to slip away into dreamland.
And then it was Saturday. I rose to find the sky darkened by clouds and
rain was pelting the window. "Finally," I said softly, so as not to wake
Jean. I rose from my bed and stood in front of the window looking out. I
could see, on the street down below, people running helterskelter
everywhere, trying to get out of the rain, as well as paper and trash
blowing around. I was about to sit down when a wet little bird landed on
the outside sill, apparently trying to hide from the rain. It looked
pitiful, with its feathers all wet and sticking up. I sat down and just
watched it as its wet little head jerked this way and that. Then it was
gone, maybe to try to find a drier place. I hope it did.
I sat in the chair a while, thinking about the past week, when a man
dressed in a green hospital uniform entered with a tray which he set on
Jean's swing table. I thought that he was bringing in her breakfast when I
saw him pull a gun from under the warmer cover on the tray. Without
thinking, I jumped up and ran over to knock him down, yelling at the top of
my lungs to alert the staff. Apparently he hadn't known I was there, or
maybe he thought that I'd still be asleep. Anyway, I made him drop the gun
in surprise, but he pushed me down and ran out. I managed to get up and
run out into the hall, yelling, "Stop that man, he tried to kill Jean!"
I could only stand there, leaning against the wall, shaking, as I saw
two security men jump him and push him to the floor. That's when my
adrenalin rush subsided and I sank to the floor, exhausted. Two nurses
rushed over and helped me back into the room and to my bed. I settled into
it as the two security men came in with the man. They looked around and
saw the gun lying on the floor. While one of them held the struggling man,
the other picked up the gun, being careful not to smudge up any
fingerprints.
"Quick thinking, young man," he said, looking at me. "I'm sure the
police will be happy to ask you what happened." I nodded, exhausted and
shaking in my bed. He called the office to notify the police while his
partner handcuffed the intruder. One of the nurses checked my heart with a
stethoscope. "It's rushing, John. Calm down, it's all over. Looks like
you're becoming her guardian angel." I just smiled at her as I felt my
heart slowly coming back to normal. I couldn't believe her father's people
would try to have her killed.
It was an hour later when Lt. Morse reappeared, took my story and said
he would post a guard on the door again to make sure it wouldn't happen
again. I thanked him and he left, smiling at Jean who was now sitting up
in bed, watching the events with horror. She had slept through the initial
attack, only to be awoken by my disturbance in the hall.
The rest of the day went a bit more sedately, thank goodness. We had
our meals, talked a bit. Carol, Mom and Dad and Mr. and Mrs. Rogers came
in briefly. Mom brought me some clothes. A nurse brought me a cane so I
wouldn't have to rely on my own strength to walk. It helped when I needed
to use the bathroom. Jean and I talked some more about what had happened
earlier. She was still somewhat in shock at what had happened when we
settled down for the night.
Carol Saturday into Sunday
We received a call from the hospital about what Johnny had done and I
was so proud of him. He saved Jean's life. But did he imperil his own?
Time would tell. What would happen when he left and she was alone? I hope
she will be all right.
I was worried that they might try to get back at him, but Mom told me
that there was nothing I could do. I knew that, but still. It was
aggravating to be so helpless.
We went in and visited for a short time. His parents took some clothes
for him so he would be able to go home on Sunday. I can hardly wait.
That night was a long one for me. I so wanted to be there with him, but
I couldn't and so I had to wait until we got a call that he was ready to be
released. It came at 9:30 on Sunday. Mrs. Smith called us to let us know
Dr. Richards had given him a clean bill of health, with a prescription for
rest with no excitement for a week. I knew that Johnny would be chafing at
the bit to get out of there so I rushed to get ready and we hurried over to
the hospital where the Smiths were already with him. He was dressed and
sitting up in the chair when I ran in ahead of my parents. I rushed over
and hugged him.
"Johnny, you're going home. Happy?"
"Yes, But I'm worried about Jean," he said, looking at the other bed.
"Leaving her here all alone, the police can't keep her protected
indefinitely." He looked down at his hands, sighing.
"Johnny, you can't protect her either. All you can do is give her your
support," I told him.
"Carol's right," his Mom said, "you just have to worry about getting
better."
He nodded, then rose and went over to take Jean's hand. She smiled at
him. "I'll be leaving soon, but I'll try to come back and visit."
"That's okay, John, I'll be all right." She smiled confidently.
Just then, a nurse walked in with a wheelchair. She smiled at Johnnie.
"I see you're leaving us. I must say, you've kept us on our toes."
"I hope I haven't been too much trouble."
"Oh no, we wish we had as many cooperative patients as you. I hope you
keep well."
"Thank you," Johnny said as he sat in the chair, carrying his bag in his
lap. She turned it around and we followed it out, saying good bye to Jean,
who sat there crying. I went over and hugged her. I felt bad for her.
We got through the dismissal process and Johnny and I crawled into the
back of the Smith's car. He sighed as he settled in. "Tired?" I asked
him.
"A little. The past days, especially yesterday, were really tiring." He
smiled at me, but I could see that he was nervous and worried.
"All you have to worry about now," I told him, "is about regaining your
strength and getting back to school. I don't know for sure, but I heard a
rumor that the Program would be re-instated. We still haven't completed
our week," I told him as I squeezed his hand.
He looked at me as his Mom did also, leaning over the front seat, and he
said, "I think, if we are asked, we should volunteer to do the first week
it re-starts, if it is after next week. I need time to get my legs back in
working order. I will take this whole week to do that before I go back
next week, but then only if I'm strong enough."
We all agreed that would be best. We finally reached his home and we
got out, with me and his Mom helping him to stand. My parents drove up and
stopped right behind us at the curb and got out. Johnny bravely tried to
make it up the steps by himself but he needed help. Between his Dad and
mine, they got him into their house and upstairs to his bedroom.
I went up to make sure he was all right. He was sitting there on his
bed looking tired. "You need to get undressed and into bed, Johnny. You
don't look so good," I told him.
He looked at me and said, "I didn't think the trip home would be so
tiring. I guess walking around that small room wasn't much exercise after
all." He smiled at me.
"Carol," said Mrs. Smith. "Why don't you help Johnny off with his
clothes and into bed. The rest of us will go down and get some food ready.
I'm sure after all this, we're all feeling a bit hungry."
They left me alone with Johnny. My parents went downstairs with his. I
went and helped him off with his jacket, then his shirt. He smiled at me.
"Are you planning on trying to take advantage of this poor wreck of a man
you see sitting here, young lady? You should be ashamed," and he took me
in his arms and kissed me. I giggled at I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Uh huh," I told him, "I will take advantage and you will like it," and
kissed him again. Then I helped him to stand up and I undid his belt and
pulled his zipper down. I could see his boxers tenting up as I pulled his
pants open. I don't know how he managed it, but when I pushed his pants
down to his knees and rubbed his crotch, he blushed just like a virgin and
tried to push me away. I stood there looking uncertain as he slipped off
his shoes and pants, leaving him dressed in his boxers and socks. "Okay,
now, you can take advantage of me, young lady, but be gentle, I beg you. I
am just a simple soul and have never experienced the likes of a beautiful
woman such as yourself," and he swept me in his arms and kissed me as I
tried to laugh at his foolish behavior.
We kissed for a few seconds, then I pushed his shorts down and gently
nudged him down to his bed as I kneeled down before him and caressed his
penis. It grew to full hard in no time, but I worried that anything I
might do might put stress on his heart. After all, that's how he landed in
the hospital in the first place.
"If you feel uncomfortable with this, we can wait," I said worried.
He sat there grinning and took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his
penis while his other hand ran its fingers through my long hair. "I know
you want to make love, Carol, and I would be willing to try to help you get
relief, but it's too soon for me. Beside, it's been almost a week since I
had a taste of that beautiful pussy of yours. Shall we?" and he helped me
get up and then undressed me until we were both naked. I shook as he ran
his fingers through my pubic hair, lightly rubbing my clit. He got me so
horny that neither of us noticed a little red-haired girl standing in the
open doorway until we heard a giggle and running steps. We jerked apart
and I rushed to get dressed before anyone else came while he jumped into
bed and covered himself. Both of us were laughing uncontrollably at the
picture we must have depicted to his sister.
A minute after we had straightened ourselves up, all four of our parents
showed up. I think they must have given us time to do it because all I saw
was a grin on each of their faces. "Couldn't wait, huh, dear?" Mom said. I
just blushed as I sat on the bedside. "It's his fault. He was acting so
silly, asking me if I was trying to take advantage of him, and then he
wanted to uh do stuff with me. I tried to get him in bed, really, uh, I
mean, to rest, really."
His mother came over and hugged me, whispering, "Give him a couple days.
Okay, dear? I'm sure he wants you as much as you want him." Then she
looked at John. "And you, young man, what's your excuse? Are you trying
to corrupt this sweet young girl?"
He just lay there smiling. He can be so irritating at times. He
shrugged as he sat there in bed, the blanket covering him to his waist and
showing his chest with the large bandage showing over his heart. "I guess
we just lost control. It's been almost a week. I've barely been able to
touch her. When she started undressing me, the old feelings returned and I
wanted to take her to bed, but I couldn't. I don't think I'm ready yet.
That wouldn't have stopped me from helping her get some relief. I don't
think that would have been overtaxing my heart."
"Wait a few days, John," his Dad told him, "I'm sure you'd rather wait
than land back in the hospital."
He nodded. "I know, Dad. I'm not an idiot, about this anyway, but I am
a teenage boy and some things can't be controlled all the time."
I hugged Johnny one last time and we all left him alone then. I went
home with Mom and Dad to get ready for school tomorrow.
John Sunday
As I lay in bed listening to my cds, I thought back to all that had
happened the past week. Carol and I had been put into the Program at
school, six days ago, and we had only known each other from our classes.
Then, as we were forced to walk around naked through school, we felt the
affinity of two souls thrown together in common need as we fought against
our innate fear of being noticed and the diatribes from the other students
that we thought we'd get. When they never came to pass, we learned to
enjoy the nudity and we grew closer in that one day.
When Carol's Mom asked if Carol could sleep over at my house, I was
flabbergasted. She wanted her daughter to sleep over at my house, with a
boy she had just met. I wasn't sure how to act as we settled in bed that
night. We were both virgins and scared, but the events of the day had
caused emotions to arise in us that we'd never felt before. As a result,
we took solace in each other's company, little knowing the result it would
have on me.
When I played with her pussy, like I had done in class that day, I could
feel my heart racing, just like I feel it racing now at the memory of that
night as I write this. Something should have told me something was wrong
after we had made love, and I fell asleep so fast. But what did I know? I
was just a kid.
I woke up tired. I had woken up tired the morning before as well. But
I was 15 years old. I was just a kid. Like I said, what did I know?
Then, in school, when Carol stroked me off and made me cum, and the pains
in my chest and the way I couldn't catch my breathing, that should have
told me something, too, but I wouldn't, or just couldn't, understand and I
went on to class like normal. Then, in Gym, when Jean stroked me, with
that lotion on her hands (how do they get drugs in lotion form, anyway?) I
felt my heart racing and my chest hurting, and my legs get weak, I knew
that something was wrong. I made it out of the locker room and to the
bleachers with Coach's help. You know the rest. The dreams, the fear.
And the love Carol showed for me as I recovered. I didn't know how I could
ever repay her.
I lay there, thinking all about that week, with the Rolling Stones for
background music and somehow, I must have slipped into sleep at some time,
because when I awoke, I saw Mom standing there looking at me worriedly.
She had removed my earphones and cd player to make me more comfortable.
"Are you all right, honey?" she asked me.
I smiled at her and said, "Yes, thanks, Mom. I was just resting. I'd
been thinking over everything that had gone on this week. I'm really glad
to be home, in my own bed."
"We're glad to have you back, John. We thought we were going to lose
you for a while. Are you hungry?"
I looked at her and suddenly realized that I was starved. I told her
so, and she smiled. "Good. That means you're recovering. Can you get
up?"
Without thinking, I guess I was still a little groggy, I threw the
covers off and sat up on the side. When I looked down at myself, I said,
"Woops, I guess I can't go like this, can I?" Mom smiled at me and handed
me the same pair of boxers I had worn for a while that morning. "Thanks.
Wouldn't want Cindy to be scared."
Mom grinned at that. "Huh, not likely. Now put your clothes on and
I'll help you downstairs. Dinner's all ready."
I stood up and dressed, then I grabbed my cane and followed her out the
door. When we reached the stairs she put her arm around my left arm while
I leaned on the bannister. We finally made it half way when Dad came over
and took Mom's place to help me. I was still wobbly. Cindy came over and
hugged me, crying.
"What's wrong, short stuff?" I asked her, rubbing my fingers through her
bright red hair. "Mommy said you might die. You aren't going to die, are
you, Johnny?"
"Cindy," I said to her, dropping to one knee to look her in the eye, "I
am not going to die, at least not for a long time. So you wipe those tears
from your eyes. Okay?" I smiled at her and hugged her.
"Okay," she said, sniffling. She tried to smile but she still looked
worried. Dad helped me to stand. I must have looked at Mom and Dad
strangely because I could see concern in their faces. As I sat down, Dad
said, "We weren't sure just how this would turn out, and if the worst came
true, we didn't want her to learn about it all of a sudden. That's why we
told her there was a possibility that you could die."
I nodded. "Okay, but it's over now, I hope, and we can all get back to
our normal lives." I turned to Cindy who was standing a few feet away,
"Come here, you." She grinned and ran over. I picked her up and sat her on
my lap. "Oof, you're getting heavy, little girl. Okay now, about before,
when you peeked at Carol and me, you know that wasn't very nice, don't
you?" I looked at her and she gave me that big innocent smile I love. "I
didn't peek, the door was open," she exclaimed, trying to get off my lap.
That brought a big laugh from Mom and Dad. "She's got you there, son,"
Mom said as she prepared my plate. "Okay, maybe, but I refuse to become a
monk. I've just discovered what fun you-know-what is and I don't want to
let it go." I set Cindy down and she ran around to the other side, out of
my reach, or so she thought. I smiled at her and she stuck out her tongue.
Sisters! Can't live with or without 'em.
"You don't have to become a monk, John, just use a little common sense.
She's curious, just as you were at that age," said Dad, grinning, "so when
Carol's over, close the door. Put a chair under the knob or something,
just so our little resident spy over here doesn't see anymore things that
she isn't supposed to. Okay?"
"Okay, Dad. Agreed," I said, grinning. "Can Carol stay over some time,
maybe next week?"
"If her parents agree. I don't see any problem. Only after you're
strong enough, though," said Dad.
"Agreed," I said as I began eating. "I asked Dr. Richards when he
examined me when I should start taking Gym. He said after three weeks,
enough time to give my heart time to rebuild itself back to where it should
be. He said he'd let the school know. So I'll take this week off, go back
next week if I'm strong enough, and then a week after that, I'll start gym
again. Maybe that week would be a good week to start our Program over. At
least I'll be able to get into the girls' locker room again." I wiggled my
eyebrows at them and they laughed.
I noticed Cindy looking at me strangely. "What?" I asked her as I
chewed on a bean.
"Why do you want to go into the girls' locker room?"
"You're too young to understand, little girl. Wait a few years, then
you'll understand," I told her.
"But..." she began.
"He's right, Cindy," said Mom. "In a few years, when you get interested
in boys, may that never happen," she prayed, "you'll understand the
attraction of the opposite s.. uh gender."
After that, we all finished eating. Cindy kept looking at me in
frustration. She obviously believed we were keeping secrets from her. I
just smiled at her.
Looking out the window, I saw the beautiful day. "I think I'll go
outside and sit on the swing on the porch. I need some air."
"Good idea, John," Mom said. "Cindy, run upstairs and get the jacket
your brother was wearing when he came home."
"Okay, Mommy," she said and rushed up the stairs.
"I could have got it, Mom," I said.
"And climb those stairs up and down just for that, I don't think so. I
want you to take it easy, if only for today. Tomorrow, you can try walking
around, all right?" she told me. I readily agreed.
Cindy came down with the jacket. Mom helped me to put it on, then, as I
leaned on my cane, I went out onto the front porch and sat down on the
swing. It is a nice wide swing, and I always find it very relaxing. When
I was young, and it was warm, I would sleep on it sometimes. I settled
there and thought some more about the past week. I noticed several
neighbors pass by. They waved when they saw me and I waved back.
I must have dozed because it was getting dark when I awoke. I grabbed
my cane and went inside. The others were watching TV when I went in. I
told them I was going to bed, and was asked if I needed any help. I told
them no, that I had to do it for myself, like I was used to doing.
I made it upstairs and to my room, and managed somehow to get my clothes
off, even my boxers. I liked to sleep naked now. A week ago, I would have
been completely embarrassed to have anyone see me that way, but now...
I got into bed, covered myself, rubbed my cock and balls just for old
times sake and fell asleep. I still didn't understand why I needed so much
sleep. Maybe my body's means of repairing itself.
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