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                 John and Carol - NiS and Beyond Part Two


Carol
Monday

I awoke to Mom shaking me.  "Uh what?"

   "You forgot your alarm.  It's almost seven o'clock," Mom told me.  I sat
up in bed, showing her my nightgown and rubbing my eyes.  I wore a
nightgown just in case something like this had happened.  Now that
everything was almost back to normal, I didn't want things to go completely
back to the way they had been and I didn't want to press my luck, if you
know what I mean.

   I jumped out of bed, kissed Mom and rushed to the bathroom.  Getting
through there, I hurriedly dressed and went to the kitchen.  Dad was
reading the paper.  When he heard me coming, he lowered the paper and
smiled at me.  I smiled back.  "Back to the real world, huh sweetheart?" he
said.

   "Yes, Daddy," I said and hugged him.  Mom gave me my breakfast,
scrambled eggs and sausage, with toast and marmalade, with milk. 
Delicious.

   "I'm kind of excited about this week.  I wonder if they'll re-start the
Program or wait.  I wonder what the other guys will say when I get back."

   "They'll probably have a lot of questions about John," Mom said.

   "Yes, probably.  And I'm getting his homework assignments and books. 
Mom, do you think you could pick me up at 3:15 today so we can go over to
John's.  There'll probably be too many to carry."

   "Sure, honey, I'll be there."

   "Thanks, I love you both.  Bye!" and I rushed out the door.

   When I got to the school it was only 7:50 in the morning, ten minutes
before classes started.  I went in and visited my locker, getting rid of
the books that I didn't need that morning, then I went to my homeroom. 
Miss Connors and I had a nice talk and she asked about John.  We talked
about the past week until the first bell rang and I went to my seat.

   After homeroom ended I was heading to my 1st period class when Mrs. 
Richards stopped me.  "Come to the office this afternoon after school,
Carol.  We'll have the assignments that you and John missed last week, as
well as John's books."

   "Thank you, Mrs.  Richards.  I will.  My Mom is picking me up," I told
her, smiling.

   "That's good, it will be heavy.  They'll be in a box.  Better get to
class now," she said smiling, after which she headed back into the office.

   I made it to English just as the second bell rang.  She handed me a
note. I sighed when I read the note.  Mrs.  Collins wanted me to write an
account of my experiences during the past week, and she had given John the
same assignment, along with the regular homework assignments.

   "Back to normal, huh, Carol?" she asked me, smiling pleasantly.

   "I guess so, Mrs.  Collins.  But I think I'm glad about it - it means we
can get on with life again.  John should be back next week, and I'm
bringing him his homework and books this afternoon.  All I need is today's
assignment.  I'll get that at end of class."

   "Very good, Carol.  Please take your seat."

   I nodded and took my seat.  The class went well and I was glad to be
back.

   After marking down the homework, I rushed off to my second period
Algebra with Mr.  Cartwright.  He was glad to see me and asked about John.
It was in his class that it had all started, after all, and he had been
worried about him.

   The day proceeded as usual, even though I received a lot of questions
about John, which I answered gladly.  After school, I got the box from the
office with John's books and assignments, included that day's assignments
and went out the front door, glad the day was almost over.

   Mom met me at the street and we loaded the box onto the back seat, then
got in the front and drove to John's house.  It was about 3:25 then.  I got
out as we stopped in front and saw him sitting on the swing on the porch. I
waved to him and he waved back, standing up.  I motioned for him to sit
down, which of course he didn't.  He started to come down the steps but his
Mom, who must have been watching, came out and stopped him.

   I grabbed the box and walked up onto the porch and set it down on the
swing.  John looked at it and said, "Gee, you didn't have to bring me a
present, Carol," then he hugged me.  I whispered in his ear, "That's
homework, you idiot," to which he gently looked me in the eyes and said
flatly, "And here I thought you were my friend.  Some friend, geesh," and
grinned.  Of course, I slapped his arm.

   "Think of it this way, now you won't be bored any longer."

   "I think I'd rather be bored," he said and sat down to go through the
box.  "I think I'm going to need some help with this.  Any volunteers?" he
asked, looking at me.

   "Huh, at least you have all week to do yours.  I have only evenings,
since I'm back in school.  And I've got today's on top of that.  So don't
complain, okay?"

   He grinned at me, stood up and hugged me.  "Thank you, Carol.  I WAS
getting bored."

   "That's better.  Now, because you're so nice, I'll give you each day's
assignments after school so you won't run out.  Now I've got to go, since I
have a ton of work to do.  See you tomorrow, bye," and I kissed his cheek
and walked down the steps after saying good bye to his mother.  I saw that
she carried the box inside while he held the door.

   Getting home, I barely had time for supper with all the work I had, but
I managed to finish up last Tuesday's and today's before 11:00.  Then I hit
the bed and went out like a light.

   John Monday

   I awoke that Monday to a sunny day.  I groaned.  After looking out a
window in the hospital at sun all day for days it seemed, that one rainy
day had been a relief.  I sat up and threw my covers off.  I turned to sit
on the side of my bed, rubbing my eyes.  'What was I going to do today?' I
thought to myself.  I sighed and stood up.  Well, that was a good sign, I
didn't shake too much.  Maybe I was getting stronger.  I hoped so.  Just
then Mom walked by, looked in and saw me standing there naked.  She smiled.


   "Good morning, sleepy head.  Did you sleep well?" she asked me as she
walked in.  I blushed I think as I looked at her and then myself.  "Yes, I
did.  I don't even think I dreamed much.  Sorry about this," I said
pointing to myself.  I reached for my shorts but she told me, "Stay that
way, if you want to, it doesn't bother me.  I know that you have changed
due to your time in the Program," and she smiled.  I shrugged and dropped
the shorts on the foot of my bed.  "As long as you're dressed in your
shorts when your sister is around, when she's not, I don't mind.  Now, what
would you like for breakfast?" She said this as I was heading for the
bathroom.  I turned and said, "How about sausage and eggs, I'm starved."

   She looked at me and grinned.  "That's great.  You're getting your
strength back.  And you can walk without using your cane.  Good."

   I hadn't realized that I hadn't grabbed my cane which was standing next
to the head of my bed when I started from the room.  I grinned.  "I guess
you're right.  I didn't even think of it." I grinned then went and took
care of things in the bathroom, took a nice hot shower, dried off and went
down to the kitchen, being careful to hold on tight to the bannister.  Mom
had my breakfast already fixed.  I stared at the clock and saw that it was
after nine.  "Man," I said, "I haven't slept this late in a long time."

   Mom smiled as she sat down adjacent to me.  "You must still be healing,
John," she said.  "You'll probably still need a lot of sleep." I agreed.

   "What are you planning today?" she asked me as I was eating.

   I looked at her a moment, thinking as I swallowed.  "I think I'll try
walking outside a little, try and build up my legs a bit."

   "All right, but take your cane, and wear a jacket.  The temperature's
starting to drop a little.  If you feel tired.  I want you to come inside
right away." I told her I would and thanked her for the breakfast.  I went
upstairs, dressed, grabbed a book and my jacket and started downstairs,
figuring that when I got tired walking, I could go and sit on the swing on
the porch and read a while.

   Going outside felt nice.  The open air in my lungs felt fresh and clean.
I saw the leaves were starting to turn.  I was sad to see the summer over
and fall approaching.  I started to walk around the back yard, making use
of my cane for support.  I made it all the way around the yard and around
the front before I stumbled a little.  That's when I figured I'd better
call it quits for then.  I made it to the porch and sat down on the swing.
With the screening on the porch, the light breeze wasn't so noticeable.

   I sat there a while thinking, but then I pulled out my book and got into
that.  Mom checked on me a few times.  I think she was still worried about
my having a relapse.  So was I, but so far, everything was going well.  At
least I didn't see that man in the white coat.  That was good.

   Around noon, I went inside and Mom and I ate lunch together, having a
nice talk.  I went back outside afterwards, tried walking again, then
returned to the porch where I picked up where I had left off on my book.  I
hadn't realized that it was so late until Carol and her Mom arrived.  I
stood up and went to the door to open it.  I saw the big box Carol had and
knew what it was, but I decided to give her a hard time over it just for
fun.

   I looked at the box as she stepped onto the porch and said, "Gee, you
didn't have to bring me a present, Carol," then I hugged her.  She
whispered in my ear, "That's homework, you idiot," to which I looked her in
the eyes and said flatly, "And here I thought you were my friend.  Some
friend, geesh," and grinned.  Of course, she slapped my arm.

   "Think of it this way, now you won't be bored any longer," she said as
she looked at my book lying on the swing.

   "I think I'd rather be bored," I told her and sat down to go through the
box.  "I think I'm going to need some help with this.  Any volunteers?" I
asked, looking at her.

   "Huh, at least you have all week to do yours.  I have only evenings,
since I'm back in school.  And I've got today's on top of that.  So don't
complain, okay?" she told me.

   I grinned at her, stood up and hugged her.  "Thank you, Carol.  I was
getting bored."

   "That's better.  Now, because you're so nice, I'll give you each day's
assignments after school so you won't run out.  Now I've got to go, since I
have a ton of work to do.  See you tomorrow, bye," and she kissed my cheek
and walked down the steps after saying good bye to Mom who had come out
onto the porch to greet them.  As Carol and her Mom drove off, Mom helped
me by carrying the box inside while I held the door.  I had dropped the
book I was reading into the box.

   "Oof," Mom said as she carried the heavy box.  "I think I know what
you'll be doing the rest of this week," she said as she carried it upstairs
to my room.  She set it on my bed and said, "Okay, John, I'll leave you to
your work.  Good luck."

   "Thank, Mom.  At least this will help me think about school again
instead of what happened last week.  Could you close the door, please.  I'd
like to get comfortable," I said, smiling.

   "Good idea," she replied and closed the door.  I got undressed, noticed
the bandage had come slightly dislodged and pressed it back on.  Then I
emptied the box.  Taking each book, five in all, since I had no work for
Gym or Art, and placing it on the bed, I started making a pile of each
assignment.  When I saw the note for this assignment, I groaned.  Sorry,
Mrs.  Collins, but that meant remembering everything that I wish I could
forget, the nightmares, especially.  Oh well, I sighed.

   I figured I'd start with Algebra, since that was my best subject.  And
doing problems was quick.  I finished all five assignments, Tuesday's
through Friday's and that day's in about four hours, and all while naked.
Talk about Outreach.  I stapled the finished papers together and set them
aside.  Perhaps Carol could take them with her tomorrow, I thought.

   I took time out during the time I was working on the math about 6:00 to
go downstairs to dinner after putting on my shorts.  Mom and Dad wanted to
know how I was doing.  I told them that I was doing fine, but the homework
was going to kill me.  They laughed.  I noticed Cindy looking at me
strangely.

   "What, shortstuff?" I asked her across the table.

   "What's that for?" she asked, pointing at my bandage.  She hadn't seen
it before when she had seen Carol and me in the bedroom the previous day,
so I told her, "That's where they operated on my heart.  Want to see?" Her
eyes opened wide and she shook her head no.  I grinned.  "Don't worry. 
It's healing fine." I slipped the bandage off for a moment and showed her
the four inch incision where they went in.  She gasped and hid her eyes. 
"Sorry," I said as I sealed it back up.  "Cindy, are you all right?" I
asked her.

   "They hurt you," she cried.

   "Well Cindy, they had to hurt me to fix my heart.  I didn't feel a
thing, believe me.  I was asleep the whole time," I told her, smiling.

   "Really?" she asked, looking at me again.  I nodded.

   "Actually, Cindy," Dad said, "John's quite lucky.  In the old days, they
would have had to break open his chest to get at his heart, so he'd have a
big scar up and down his chest, (she paled at that) but now they have small
instruments with cameras that can help the surgeon in his work.  He doesn't
actually have to touch the heart with the fingers, he just has to have a
delicate touch with the controls."

   "Like a video game?" Cindy asked him.

   "Yes, like a video game," he said, smiling.

   "Oh, that sounds like fun," she said, not realizing the seriousness of
the work doctors do.

   I finally got back to work and finished up my Algebra.  By then it was
almost nine o'clock and I was ready for bed.  At least tomorrow I knew just
what I had to do.  I didn't have to wonder.  Alas, life is hard.  :)

   Tuesday

   I woke up around 8:30 and went to shower.  Cindy gets taken to school by
Mom so the house was empty for the moment.  After my shower, I didn't
bother to dress, finding the nudist state relaxing and unconfining.  I went
downstairs and found some cereal and a banana to eat.  I was still eating
when Mom came in the back door from taking Cindy to her school.  She smiled
when she saw me awake and up.  She peeked under the table and grinned. 
"You like it that way, huh?"

   I grinned.  "Sure, it's comfortable, and you told me you had no problem
with it, as long as Cindy doesn't see me.  I was actually trying to get
done before you got home, but you beat me.  Am I grounded?" I asked her.

   She laughed and said, "No, of course not, but I suppose you'll be
trapped in your room the rest of the week, except for your trip to the
hospital to see Dr.  Richards tomorrow at 1:00.  So I guess you could say,
yes, you're grounded, only not by me."

   I grinned and nodded.  Then she said seriously, "I've been meaning to
ask you this, since I know it may be embarrassing to you, but have you felt
any arousal since you left the hospital?  What I mean is, a boy your age
should get, how shall I put it delicately, excited?, yes excited at least a
few times a day."

   I got serious as well and said, "Not really, except when Carol and I
were in my bedroom Sunday.  I think, because of my experience, I'm a little
scared to get excited, as you put it.  I have touched myself a few times,"
and I know I blushed at that, "but that's as far as it went.  Do you think
I should get some relief?" I asked her.

   "Masturbation is normal, son, we all do it, even though no one talks
about it.  I think that when you're ready, and you feel more comfortable
with the idea, you'll do it and it will feel right.  When you go back into
the Program, you'll have a great deal of stimulation, especially when you
go into the girls' locker room, and I don't want you to feel guilty about
doing it.  Here at home, when you're alone, or with Carol, masturbation can
be a big help in calming yourself down when you get aroused.  Do you have
enough condoms?  I can get you some more."

   I was quite surprised by this talk.  Mom had never talked about sex with
me before.  Dad had given me 'the talk' when I was 12, but I was surprised
by this.  It took me a moment to answer.  "Uh, well, I think we only used
three, or maybe two, I'm not sure, and the package had ten in it.  I think
we're all set for now.  Thanks.  What's this all about, Mom?"

   "I've been watching you.  You've been keeping yourself busy with reading
and walking and you've been sleeping, but I haven't heard the bedsprings at
night like I used to when I went past your door." I blushed for sure at
that.  I didn't know my bedsprings squeaked.  She smiled at me.  "It's
okay, John, I was young once, too.  Like I said, masturbation is normal,
and when you feel comfortable with it, you'll do it, you won't have a
choice, Nature will make you.  So do it," she patted my hand and left the
room, leaving me sitting there blushing and thinking.  My Mom knew that I
jerked off.  Who would have thought?

   I got up and returned to my room.  This time, I didn't close my door
while I concentrated on my French homework.  That required some extra time,
what with the verbs being conjugated and what not, but I finished the
assignments in about six hours.  I figured that I'd have everything done by
the time for Carol to bring today's assignments.

   By the time they were done and I'd assembled the little sheaf of papers
like I had done with my Algebra homework, it was almost time for Carol to
come with today's assignments.  That gave me thought.  Maybe I should just
hand them all in at once.  I sighed.  I set them aside with their texts in
the box on the floor and grabbed my English pile.

   As I opened my book, I was surprised by two very slim arms wrapping
themselves around me.  "Hi, miss me?" Carol said as she reached down and
tweaked my cock.  "Hey, that's mine," I said grinning.  I stood up and
grabbed her.  "Oh God, I have missed you," I told her and we hugged, then
we sat on my bed holding hands.

   "How was your day?" I asked her.

   She grinned as she squeezed my hand.  "Not bad, the usual, I guess.  The
girls in the shower can't wait to see you," she told me, laughing when my
face turned red.  I told her, "The feeling's mutual, tell them tomorrow."
She nodded.  "I will.  How was your day?"

   I pointed at my desk.  "Does that answer your question?" I answered her,
grinning.  "I finished my Algebra last night and my French work today.  I
was just starting my English when I was so rudely interrupted.  I think you
need to be punished, young lady," and I grabbed her and kissed her.  When I
did, I felt something that I hadn't felt in quite a while.  I had an
erection.  We both looked down at it and she put her hand on it and started
stroking it.  I wanted to stop her but it felt so good.  Even the fact that
my heart had started racing a little didn't make me stop her.

   "Do you have to get home soon?" I asked her breathlessly.  She said no.
She stood up and undressed while I went and closed the door.  Didn't want
any little prying eyes to see what they shouldn't see.  Then I grabbed a
condom from my drawer and ripped it open.

   Carol watched me as she pulled her panties off.  "John, are you sure? 
Maybe it's too soon." She was worried, I could tell, but after that talk
with Mom and now being here with Carol, something broke and I couldn't stop
myself.  I rolled on the condom and kneeled on the bed.

   "Carol," I told her, "If I don't do something now, I feel like I'll
burst.  Don't you want to?" I laid on my bed flat, my head on my pillow as
I looked at her.

   "Oh yes, Johnny, I do, but I don't want you to land back in the hospital
again.  I couldn't stand that."

   I held my arms out to her and she crawled into them, pressing her soft
body against mine, lodging my hard cock between us, her breasts pressed
tightly against my chest.  We both groaned as we felt the love of each
other's touch.  I ran my hands up and down her as she maneuvered herself
over me.  "Just lie there and let me do the work."

   I smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am.  your wish is my command," and she hit
me.  Imagine that.  Here I am, being obedient to her and she hits me. 
Women, go figure.

   Anyway, she lifted herself up, took my cock in her hand, making me moan
and shift slightly as she was fitting me inside her.  As I went in, we both
moaned as she accustomed herself to me.  She laid her head on my shoulder
as she squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles.  It felt great.  I just
knew I wouldn't last long,

   "Ohh, Johnny, you feel so good in me," she cried as she wriggled on top
of me.  My hands found her ass and squeezed the cheeks, bringing more
responses from her.  She began moving up and down, taking my hard cock out
then taking it back in, all the while I was squeezing her ass and rubbing
her back.  We began to moan a bit loud, but what did we care?  We were in
love and making love.  She squeezed my cock some more as she sat up and
looked me in the face.  When she saw my smile, she seemed relieved somehow
and began to move faster.  I put my hands on her tits and gently stroked
them, making her nipples even harder than they had been.  Suddenly, she
stiffened.  "Yes!" she screamed, "I'm coming, Johnny, oh God, it feels so
good!"

   "Yes, baby, cum for me, and make me cum," I cried as I mauled her
breasts and lifted my hips to drive my throbbing cock into her pussy. 
Together, we brought each other to the greatest orgasm we'd ever
experienced.  When it was over, she fell off me to lay beside me.  After I
had caught my breath and my heart had settled down, I pulled off the condom
and disposed of it.  Then I turned to her, took her in my arms and kissed
her.  "That was wonderful, darling.  Did you enjoy it?" I asked her
smiling.

   She opened her eyes and smiled, saying, "It was much better than the
first time.  It didn't hurt this time.  Are you okay?"

   "Better that okay," I told her.  "I feel like a new man.  That was
incredible.  I just hope Mom didn't hear us."

   She laughed.  "She probably would have thought I was killing you," she
said, rubbing the bandage on my chest.

   "Or maybe she thought I was jerking off in here.  She gave me a big talk
about how masturbation was normal and how she had heard me doing it before.
She wanted me to know that I didn't have to be ashamed of it.  Weird, huh?"

   "I don't know, Johnny.  Maybe she just wants you to get back to normal
and not be afraid of your feelings.  Since last week, I've felt myself up a
couple times, so I know what you feel when you do it."

   "Hey, maybe some time we could do it together.  You know, watching one
another do it.  I've never seen a girl masturbate, and I bet you've only
seen a few boys in class do it.  What about it?"

   "Okay," she said grinning, "after school tomorrow.  Okay?"

   "I think so.  I've got an appointment with Dr.  Richards tomorrow at one
o'clock, but I should be back by then.  I'll ask him about it, whether it's
dangerous for me to do it this soon, but from this one time, I don't think
it is.  We'll keep it gentle and slow." I leaned over and kissed her just
before there was a knock on the door and we heard Mom call out, "John, I
heard some noise.  Are you okay?"

   "Yes, Mom, come in.  I'm fine." I looked at Carol and she grinned.  Mom
had seen Carol naked before and wasn't worried.  Mom opened the door and
stepped into the room.  "Ohh!  I wasn't expecting this.  Hi Carol, helping
John with his studies?" she asked her.

   Carol laughed.  "Yes, Mrs.  Smith, with his Biology."

   "Ah yes, as I suspected.  A bit soon, don't you think, John?"

   "You said I shouldn't be afraid of my feelings, Mom," I said.  "When I
felt Carol's hand on me, I reacted like I would have normally.  As a result
of that, you see us as we are now.  But we are being careful.  She did all
the work, I mostly just laid here like a stump." Mom laughed at that.

   "Well, all right, but be careful," she told me and left the room,
closing the door.  I, of course, turned over and started hugging Carol
again.  But the time finally came when she had to get home.  I dressed in
my shorts while Carol dressed completely.  As we walked down the stairs,
Carol said, "Oh yes, I forgot in the excitement," and she smiled at me,
"Mr. Taylor told me today that the committee has decided to re-start the
Program next week and he wants us to do our week over along with another
couple.  He didn't say who it would be."

   "Well, I don't see why not, as long as it's okay with you," I said,
looking at her.  She grinned.  "Of course.  Now that we know what to
expect, we can help the other couple."

   "Sure.  At least they won't have to go into it blind like we did," I
told her.

   "Great.  I'll let Mr.  Taylor know.  That is, if you're well enough to
come back that early."

   "Well, we'll know that tomorrow.  If I can't, we'll do it the week after
next.  Frankly, I just want to go back as soon as possible.  I can't wait
to see all those naked girls," I told her grinning.  She leaned up and
kissed me, then she said, "Just remember who your girlfriend is."

   I looked at her and smiled.  "That goes without saying."

   She grinned and said as if just remembering it, "Oh yes, and Jean is
back."

   By then, we were at the door.  "Jean is back?" I asked her.  "I thought
she'd be in some kind of witness protection program by now."

   "From what I heard, she got out of the hospital yesterday with a clean
bill of health.  She and her mother came to a reconcilement after her
father was arrested.  She's living in their house and they have constant
police protection until the trial.  When this is over, I heard, the police
may have nearly all the organized criminals in the city behind bars, thanks
to her statement, as well as statements from her father and several others.
So she's staying here."

   "That's great.  I'll be glad to see her again," I said innocently. 
Carol looked at me kind of funny.  "Oh really?  Do I need to be jealous?"
she asked as she wrapped her arms around me.  "Of course not.  I just think
she needs friends right now.  You're the only one for me," I told her and
kissed her on her nose.  She smiled at that and walked down the steps and
went home.  I went back inside.

   "So," Mom said with a straight face, "is my boy feeling good about
himself?  Hmmm?"

   I grinned and hugged her.  "Yes Mom, I am feeling very good about myself
right now.  I think I'm almost cured."

   "Yes, I suppose a good dose of sex will do that for you, but don't
overdo it, all right?" she told me seriously.

   "Yes, mother, you worry too much, but then," I sighed, "I shouldn't
talk. I've been afraid to talk about it or think about it.  After all, it
was sex that got the problem started in the first place."

   "Yes, John, but sex is a part of life.  If it wasn't, we wouldn't be
here.  Now run along and work on your homework, I'll call you when dinner
is ready."

   I returned to my room and went back to my English assignments.  I kept
my shorts on since then I wouldn't have to look for them afterwards when
Mom called me to dinner.  By the time I was called, I had a third of the
list done.  I figured that I could maybe do another day after dinner.  I
would leave the special assignment until all the assignments were done,
since it would require deep thought, trying to remember all the details of
what had gone on.

   I had dinner about 6:00 and returned to my work.  I had two days of the
six days' (five plus that day's)work done and managed to get two more done
by 11:00 o'clock.  I hadn't realized how late it was until Mom came in and
told me.  I closed up everything and crawled in to bed.  I was asleep in
moments.

   Wednesday

   I awoke to the sound of rain hitting the windows.  I jumped out of bed
and opened the curtains.  What a sight for sore eyes.  Since I had to spend
most of my day at my desk anyway, I didn't mind it raining, and it was a
nice diversion.  I grabbed a new pair of boxers from my dresser drawer and
went to the bathroom.  It was a little after eight o'clock.  Mom had taken
Cindy to school so the whole house was mine.  I showered and dressed, then
I went down and got some cereal.  Cutting up a banana, I put it on the
cereal and poured some milk on it.  Ummm, good.  I was hungry.

   I ate then returned to my room, rid myself of my shorts and settled down
to my work.  That morning, I completed my regular English assignments just
before I stopped for lunch.  Then I got ready to go to the hospital to see
Dr.  Richards.  Mom was going to drive me over.

   I had told her about Jean being released the previous night.  She was
happy to hear it.  We got to the hospital at 12:45 and were directed to Dr.
Richard's office.  I had brought my cane, as I didn't want any accidents.

   When we were led into his inner office, Mom sat down at his desk while
he led me to the opposite side of the room where there was an examining
table.  I sat down on it after removing my jacket and shirt.

   "Well, John," Dr.  Richards said, smiling at me.  "How are you feeling?
Any more dreams?  Are your legs stronger?"

   "I'm feeling better every day, Doctor.  The dreams haven't returned and
my legs are stronger.  I managed to walk around outside the house on
Monday, but yesterday, I was pretty much cooped up in my room doing my
homework.  I'm really anxious to get back to school next week.  Do you
think I can?"

   While I was talking, he had removed my bandage and examined my incision,
then used his stethoscope to listen to my heart.  He pulled it off and
smiled.  "Well, your heart sounds nice and strong.  Have you been doing
anything strenuous lately?"

   I must have blushed as Mom laughed when he asked that.  "Uh well, Carol
and I kind of got a little out of hand yesterday," I told him grinning. 
"Was that too soon?"

   "No, I don't think so.  Just keep it to the minimum for a while.  I
think you can go back next week, but I want you to keep out of Gym class
for one more week after that.  I'll give you a letter to give to your
coach."

   I nodded.  "Thanks.  I'm supposed to go back into the Program with Carol
my first week back, so can I shower with the girls, even if I don't have
Gym?" I asked grinning.

   "If the coach says it's okay, I don't see why not.  Will Carol be with
you?"

   "No, she has to shower with the boys.  I understand there will be
another couple going into the Program with us so she won't be alone.  So,
I'm almost better?" I asked him.

   "Let me just run an EKG on you to be sure, but I'd say yes, you're
coming along fine." He did, and it looked regular and strong, according to
Dr.  Richards.  I couldn't make head nor tails of it.

   We left the office with a letter for my coach, and went out for a snack
before returning home.  I was glad that the rain had stopped by
mid-morning, although the clouds were threatening more of it later.  As it
was, we got home about fifteen minutes before it started again, heavier
than earlier.  I of course dutifully returned to my desk to complete my
day's work.

   History was all reading with a short report on the French Revolution. 
That didn't take long and I had actually started on my biology homework
when I heard the doorbell.  I closed my book and went to stand behind my
door.  When Carol entered, I put my hands over her eyes and said, "Guess
who?" She giggled and replied, "Bob Gordon?  Bill Collins?  No, wait.  It
couldn't be, could it?  John?  Is that you?"

   I lowered my hands and walked over to the bed, looking pouty.  "Who else
would it be?" I asked her as I sat there naked.  She came over and looked
at the scar on my chest.  "Where's the bandage?"

   "Dr.  Richards said I didn't need it anymore, that it was healing fine.
I just need to wear a shirt around Cindy so I don't scare her."

   She sat down on my lap and put her arms around my neck.  "Good.  So, are
you returning to school next week?"

   "Yes, my heart is sounding strong, so he said I could, but I'm to avoid
Gym class for the next two weeks.  He did say that I could shower with the
girls if it was okay with the coach," I said grinning.

   She grinned too.  "And I'll get to shower with all those naked boys. 
Ummm."

   I squeezed her and she squeezed me back.  "So," she asked me, "want to
fool around?"

   "Well, gee, I don't know, maybe I shouldn't," I said meekly.  "After
all, poor little weak me might get sick again," I said as I rolled her over
onto my bed.  She smiled at me as I stood there looking down at her, my
cock hard as a rock.  I went over and closed the door while she stood up
and removed her dress.  When I returned to the bed, all she had on were her
panties and bra, and they didn't last much longer.

   "What are you planning in that nasty head of yours, mister?" she asked
me, smiling.

   "Oh, I have something in mind," I told her as I spread her legs wide and
kneeled between them.  "John, you're not..." she asked nervously when she
realized I hadn't put on a condom.

   "Fear not, fair lady.  I would never endanger you in such a manner as
you think," and I lowered my head and kissed her.  Before she could wrap
her arms around me, however, I lowered myself down to her breasts, kissing
as I went.  She sighed and put her hands on my shoulders.  I looked up at
her face as I sucked on one nipple while my hand was fingering the other.
She smiled and closed her eyes, wrapping her legs around mine.  She moaned
as I sucked and played with her flesh.  She moaned again as I moved my
other hand between her legs.

   As I rubbed her nipple and breast and sucked on her other nipple, I
rubbed her clit and put my finger inside her, making her squirm on the bed.
I took my mouth off of her tit and moved it to her pussy, moving my hand
that was there up to play with the poor abandoned breast.  She groaned when
I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it.

   "Oh God, yes, Johnny, that feels so good.  I've missed that tongue of
yours.  Make me cum, please!" she screamed.  I knew Mom would hear her for
sure.  I continued to kiss and lick her pussy and clit until she begged me
to stop, then I stood up, rushed over to my dresser and grabbed a condom.
This time, I meant to be on top.

   Slipping the condom on, I rushed back to the bed before she could
recover completely and slipped myself inside her.  She groaned, "Ohh yes,
that's what I need, John.  Do it, please." The next few minutes were
rushed, with both of us bring too excited to take our time.  I pushed in
and out several times fast as she pressed her body to mine, wrapping her
arms and legs around me.  I came harder than I ever remember coming before,
but maybe it was only the excitement of the moment.  I do know it felt
great.  Then afterwards we rested, before we went to the bathroom and took
a shower.  I loaned her my bathrobe while I put on my shorts.  We didn't
want any prying eyes to see us naked.

   Afterwards, when things had settled down, I helped Carol get dressed and
I escorted her to the door.  "I told Mr.  Taylor it would be okay with you
and me if we had to do the Program next week.  I'll let him know the doctor
said you can return next week."

   I said, "That's fine.  By then, I might not need my cane.  I hope not."
I kissed her and we parted.  I returned to my room and started on the new
batch of assignments.  After dinner, I went back up again.  This is getting
boring, Mrs.  Collins.  :)

   I finally finished my Biology work about 10:30.  I had four days to work
on the special assignment and the new assignments I would get.  Well, at
least I was busy.

   Thursday

   I woke up to another sunny day.  I decided to have breakfast then start
work on the special assignment.  That meant going back to last week,
remembering everything that had happened, trying to remember my thoughts
and feelings during that time and what people had said.  I spent more time
trying to remember details than I did writing them down.

   It was while I was working on the previous Thursday report that I had a
dream about *him* again.  I must have fallen asleep at my desk.  I woke up
expecting to see the hospital room again.  I was shaking and sweating as I
looked around and saw my room with my Mom standing there looking scared.  I
must have looked scared as well, because she rushed over and hugged me.

   "Did I fall asleep?" I asked her.

   "I heard you screaming something like 'keep away'.  Did you have another
of those dreams again?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "I was writing about last week when I must have fallen
asleep," I told her.  I breathed deeply, trying to get ahold of myself. 
"He was in my dream, trying to get me to go with him.  I wouldn't go.  Is
he going to haunt me for the rest of my life?"

   "I don't know, honey," Mom said, "Now I think you should get dressed and
take a walk, John, maybe it will help you clear your mind." She looked at
my computer screen and read a little of what I had written as I dressed. 
She gasped at one point and looked at me.  "I hadn't realized how strong
your dreams were, John.  You seem to remember them so clearly."

   "Yeah, too clearly.  They may have been hallucinations from that drug,
but they were real to me.  I still think, in the back of my mind, that I
could still be lying there in that hospital bed, hooked up to life support,
without really realizing it."

   I kissed her, grabbed my jacket and my cane for safety sake and said,
"I'll be back soon.  Don't worry, Mom, once that's done, I'll try my best
to get back to normal." She smiled and hugged me, then I left the room. 
Going downstairs, I still felt a little shaky as I went down them.  I
decided to just walk around the house.  I went out to the back yard.  Mrs.
Brown was next door hanging laundry.  She waved and I waved back.

   "John, it's nice to see you up and about.  How are you feeling?" she
asked me as she hung up sheets.

   "Better, thank you.  I just had to get away from the books for a while."


   She smiled.  "Bet you had a lot, huh?"

   I laughed.  "That's an understatement.  Right now, I working on a
special assignment for English, about last week and afterwards.  I had to
take a break when I was writing about my dreams."

   "Yes, your mom told me you were delusional in the hospital - something
to do with a drug?"

   "Yes, but the girl who accidentally gave that drug to me saved my life.
I might never have known about the small hole in my heart and I could have
died.  Now, everything's almost fine." I shivered then.  "Well, I think I'd
better get inside, it's a little chilly.  Nice talking to you, Mrs. 
Brown." I waved and went back inside.

   Mom was making herself a sandwich when I came in.  "Are you hungry,
John?"

   "Yes, I think I could eat something.  At least it will keep me from that
computer screen a little while longer," I said, smiling.  She fixed me one.
I could have done it, but she insisted.

   After lunch I went upstairs to my room and undressed.  I closed the
door, just in case I forgot the time, and returned to the special project.
However, the dreams still bothered me and I couldn't concentrate.  I sat
there, trying to remember everything that I could, but something was
stopping me.  Maybe I was just tired.  I decided to let it ride for a
while, hoping that it would come back to me.  I spent the time going over
the completed assignments, found some errors and corrected them.  By the
time Carol came over with that day's assignments, I was tired and depressed
and I needed a rest.

   Carol came up to my room and sat on my bed, I was about ready to scream.
Try as I might, I couldn't get past those dreams.  She decided that I
needed a break and grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bed.

   "What?" I asked her.  She smiled and started to undress herself.  I
admit, I never get tired of seeing her do that.  When she was down to just
her panties, I grabbed her gently by her waist and pulled her between my
legs.  I leaned over and kissed her panties, right on the indentation of
her pussy, causing her to giggle and bob about a little in my hands.  I
pulled her panties down and kissed the real thing, or I was about to when I
saw that she had shaved herself completely.  I sat back and looked at her,
then I looked up at her and grinned.

   "Ah, you are my little girl, after all, aren't you?" I asked her, making
her smile.  She nodded and spread her legs, giving me a close-up view of
her interior.  I gasped.  It was beautiful.

   "That I am, my good sir, your little girl and lover.  Would you like to
make love now, or just play?" she asked me with a playful little grin on
her face.

   "Oh, let's just play for now," I told her and pulled her down onto the
bed as she struggled vainly to escape my manly clutches(for you literary
types out there).  Laying her on the bed, I fell down beside her and
wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.  She giggled and wrapped her
arms around me and kissed me right back.

   Let's just say, the next fifteen minutes or so were occupied by much
cuddling and kissing, until it got too warm and we separated.  I stood up
to grab a condom while she lay there, stretching her lithe feminine body
over my bed.  My cock ached to be inside her, but regardless of what it was
telling me, I couldn't take chances not using the condoms.

   "Yes, John, please do it, I always love when you do that," Carol moaned
out, smiling.  She almost never said 'Please fuck me'.  After all, she's a
good girl.  A good girl who has learned what pleasure her body can
experience making love.  I had learned it too, and I couldn't wait until
she was protected so we wouldn't have to use those condoms anymore.

   I lowered myself over her and she wrapped her legs around me and her
arms around my neck as I used one free hand to slip myself into her.  Her
cheeks reddened slightly as I slid into her tight embrace.  When I was all
the way in, I settled myself on her and just lay there as we luxuriated in
the feeling our bodies were experiencing.  She squeezed my cock with her
muscles and her legs around my waist.  I moaned as I pulled out a little
and then pushed back in as I looked into her eyes.  I did that a little
more, then I kissed her.

   "Oh John, that feels so good.  It send tingles all through me.  Is it
good for you?"

   "Oh, yes," I gasped, feeling the pressure in my balls building.  "It's
wonderful, honey." I pushed in and out a few times, bringing her to her
orgasm just as I spewed into the condom, then collapsing on top of her. 
She dropped her legs and pushed me off of her.  We both moaned.

   Carol sat up and looked at me.  "That was fun, we'll have to do it again
soon," she told me, smiling.  Then she said, "Well enough fun.  I've got
homework to do so I've got to get home."

   I helped her get cleaned up and dressed, put on my shorts and t-shirt
and accompanied her downstairs.  After she had gone, I returned to my room
and went over the new assignments she'd brought me and decided I'd take the
night off.  I could take care of them the next day, so I went back
downstairs to help Mom fix supper.  I was surprised to see she had reverted
back to our usual way of dressing.

   I walked into the kitchen to see her standing by the counter, dressed in
panties and bra.  Now my Mom is a very sexy woman.  Even though she's in
her thirties, she looks like she only in her low twenties.  I stood there
and watched her as she turned to face me.  "Wow, Mom, you look great," I
said, admiring her in most un-son-like fashion.

   She smiled and said, "Well, since you're feeling better, at least from
what I heard coming from your room a little while ago, I figured I'd relax
a little.  You don't mind, do you?"

   "Uh uh," I said, grinning.  I was glad I was wearing boxers.  She
couldn't have missed the reaction I had just then.  "Will you let Cindy do
it as well?" I asked.

   "Why not?" she said.  "She likes to dress lightly just like we do. 
Maybe we should try Outreach, what do you think?"

   I guess my face turned red because she laughed.  "Ohh, afraid to take
your pants off, son?"

   "Uh well, you see, I'm just afraid you'd slap my face.  Seeing you like
that has given me a most-unseemly reaction," I told her seriously.

   She grinned.  "Don't worry, that won't happen.  Nudity can create
reactions that we can't control, so don't worry about it as long as you
keep control of yourself in other ways."

   I offered to help with dinner, but she said she had everything under
control.  She did say I could set the table.  I figured that was something
I could handle.  About the time I was done, Cindy came in from visiting a
friend's house and saw Mom.  She giggled and ran up the stairs.  A few
moments later, she was back, dressed in a fresh pair of panties and
short-sleeve shirt.  She looked so cute.

   I guess Mom could see my look as I stared at Cindy.  "Cindy, how would
you like not to have to wear clothes in the house at all the rest of this
week and next week?  As a kind of trial run?  With John in the Program at
school, Outreach is part of it.  What about it?"

   "Mommy?  Do you want us to go naked?  I thought that was wrong?" she
asked Mom, nervously.  I saw her finger the hem of her panties.

   "Times are changing, honey.  John and Carol have been to school naked
and will complete their week as soon as he returns, so I figured it might
be fun to do it here."

   I asked her, "Shouldn't we wait till Dad gets home?  He might object. 
Besides, that would mean that Cindy would see..." I couldn't finish.  I
admit, the thought of her seeing me was embarrassing, but it felt even more
embarrassing that I would be able to see her with no protective clothing of
my own.

   "She probably knows already what boys look like.  I'm sure her teacher
must have told her about the facts of life, from what she's told us. 
Anyway, we'll talk about it over dinner.  Why don't you take Cindy to your
room and show her, just so she knows what to expect."

   I sighed.  I'd be naked at home that evening, I just knew it.  I took
Cindy's hand and led her upstairs.  With the thoughts going through my
head, I hardly even noticed that I barely wavered as I went up the steps.

   As we entered the room, I had Cindy sit on my bed, then I kneeled in
front of her and asked her, "Tell me, Cindy, what do you know about boys
and girls?"

   She looked at me seriously.  "I know that boys are different than girls,
that they have a pe- pe-..." she stopped, unsure of the word.  I smiled. 
"Penis, Cindy," I told her.  "And we have what are called testicles that
contain the substance that babies are made from when it goes inside a
girl."

   "Is Carol going to have a baby?" she asked innocently.

   "No, honey, we make very sure that she won't, by using protection.  Do
you know where the penis goes?"

   She blushed.  "I-I think so," she said and spread her legs and rubbed
her panties.  I nodded and patted her thigh.  "Very good.  You have a good
teacher.  I didn't learn things like that until I was about 11 years old,
but what Mom said about the times changing is true.  But you needn't worry
about that for many years yet.  So if Dad says it's okay, you will see the
two of us without clothes on, and maybe I won't have to keep my door closed
anymore.  You won't have to peek." I smiled and hugged her.  Then I stood
and headed for the door.

   "Can I see you now, Johnny?" she asked from behind my back.  I froze.  I
was hoping she would have forgotten that Mom had told me to show her.  I
sighed and turned back.

   "Are you sure?  I don't want to scare you." She nodded and jumped off
the bed.  Before I could do anything, she had stripped to stand there
naked, looking expectantly at me.  I nodded and pulled my shirt off and
then my boxers.  She gasped when she saw my erection, but that didn't stop
her from coming over and touching me.  I groaned.  Imagine having a
red-haired 8 year old naked girl touching your cock and despite the fact I
had cum only a short time ago, I felt like I could explode any second as
she ran her fingers over my cock and balls.

   As we stood there, Mom came to the door and watched us.  Cindy saw her
and pulled her hand away, blushing, and Mom only said, "It's not scary, is
it, honey?  It's just another part of John's body, although it's a little
bigger than it usually is."

   Cindy just looked at my cock and rubbed it again.  She giggled as it
twitched in her fingers, then she grabbed her clothes and ran from the
room. I looked at Mom and she just shrugged.  "Little girls, go figure,"
she said, smiling.  I picked up my shorts and were about to put them on
when Mom told me, "Leave your shirt off for now.  I want Cindy to get used
to that scar you have.  It won't be going away soon."

   "Okay, Mom, but I'll wear my shorts just in case Dad has a problem with
the Outreach." She nodded and left my room.  I settled down to do some of
my homework assignments Carol had brought me.  I realized my mind wasn't on
it, so I put them aside and went downstairs to watch some TV.  I hadn't
seen much lately.

   A little while later when Dad came home, he saw Mom and joined right in,
stripping to his shorts and t-shirt.  When she mentioned the Outreach
program, he hesitated and looked at me and Cindy.  I told him, "She's
already seen me.  I talked to her and she knows what they're for, so it's
in your ballpark now, Dad."

   He nodded.  "Okay then, we'll do it.  Cindy, come here." She approached
his chair and stood in front of him.  "Now Cindy honey, I need to know if
you'll be bothered by this.  If it bothers you, in any way, let me know
now." Her only reaction was to drop her panties and take off her shirt, and
smile at him.  "It's okay, Daddy.  John let me see him so I know what to
expect.  He even let me touch it.  It's cute, the way it wiggles."

   Mom and Dad both laughed at that, while all I did was feel hot in my
face.  But I wasn't going to let her get the upper hand.  I stood up and
dropped my boxers - my only item of clothing except for my slippers and
just stood there.  Mom removed her bra and panties and joined the two of us
nude to see what Dad would do.  He grinned and said as he stood up, "Okay
then, in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say," and he slipped off his
shorts and t-shirt as well, and Cindy's eyes grew big as saucers.  "Wow,
Daddy, it's big," she said before she caught herself and slapped her hand
to her mouth.  Even she knew it wasn't right to mention a person's
attributes in polite company.  Mom ran her fingers through Cindy's hair,
telling her it was alright, this once.  She was right, though, my Dad is
well-endowed, at least six inches soft.  I am about 4.5 inches soft, so I
have nothing to complain about.

   Anyway, we spent the evening that way, with Cindy sitting next to me on
the couch after we had eaten dinner, watching TV.  It was nice, although I
tended to get semi-erect when I looked at Mom sitting in her chair.  She
had a way of sitting with her legs slightly spread.  Geesh.  I think she
got a kick out of teasing me.  I finally had to call it a night and retreat
to the safety of my room.  After a good jerk off, I went to sleep.

   Friday

   I woke up and stretched, feeling better than I had for days.  I got up,
walked around to figure what to wear when I remembered that we weren't
wearing anything in the house now.  I shrugged, went to the bathroom, then
downstairs to the kitchen.  It was still only about 7:30 so Mom was still
home.  She didn't have to take Cindy to school til 8:00, so she was
relaxing with a cup of coffee and the paper.  Dad had to go to work early,
she said, something about a problem with some reports.  She grinned when
she saw me looking at her.

   "That was very naughty of you last night, Mother," I said, trying to
sound serious and stern.  She just grinned and said, "I have absolutely no
idea of what you are talking about, John."

   "You know very well, Mom," I told her as I grabbed a bowl and a box of
cereal.  "Sitting where I could see you, with your legs spread.  It was all
I could do to keep Cindy from seeing you.  You know what I did afterwards,
don't you?"

   She just grinned.  "I'm sorry, son, I won't do it again.  Did it make
you uncomfortable?"

   "Yes, and horny." At this point, I wasn't going to be too gentile about
my semantics.  I started eating without saying anything more.  After a
while, Mom asked me, "What will you do in school when you see the girls in
the Program showing off?"

   "That's what relief at the start of class is for.  From that and from
all the girls stroking me.  I don't know how I ever got through that first
day.  I'm surprised I didn't get my attack then." Mom laughed and patted my
hand.

   "Son, you are a lot more open with people than you used to be.  I'll be
interested in seeing how you'll be after a whole week.  And I'm really glad
they matched you up with a nice girl like Carol, even though you do spend
an awful lot of time behind that closed door with her.  And the sounds
coming from there.  It sounds like my room when your dad gets itchy and
needs his own relief," she said, grinning.  I grinned back.

   "Luckily, I haven't heard that.  Your room must be just far enough so I
can't hear it.  Oh well, I guess I'll just have to sneak a peek sometime."
She slapped my hand playfully.  "I don't peek on you when Carol's here."

   "Yeah," I grinned, "but you listen at the door, otherwise you wouldn't
know what's going on.  Anyway, I'm glad you know.  I don't like to hide
things."

   I finished my breakfast with some toast and jam, washed it down with a
gulp of milk and kissed her cheek, saying 'I love you'.  Then I returned to
my room.  I finished off my homework assignments shortly after lunch,
adding them to the increasing piles of work I had already done.  Then I
returned to this report.  I had gotten through the beginning of this week
when Carol came over to deliver my Friday assignments.  We didn't do
anything but talk, since she had to leave soon.  She was amazed that Mom,
Cindy and I were all naked, but she knew about Outreach and applauded us
for doing it.  I mentioned that she could come over here and stay with us
this weekend if she wanted to try it, since I was sure her parents wouldn't
approve of it.  They had changed from when I knew them at first, but still,
she didn't want to push it, and I understood that.  It was better for her
now than it had been before, so why jinx things.

   When Mom called for dinner, I invited her to stay but she said she had
homework to do.  I told her she could do it tomorrow, but she has her
routine, so I told her I understood and walked with her to the door.  We
kissed and she said she would come over tomorrow if I wanted her to.  What
a silly question and I told her so.

   "Of course I want you to.  Then Cindy can get a good look at you," I
told her, grinning.  She said she would come over and left.  Then I went to
dinner.  Another day was almost done.

   I ate, watched some TV and went to bed.  Doing homework may seem dull,
but it really tires the brain.  Oh well.

   Saturday

   I got up, took a shower, had a quick breakfast and went back to work. 
Cindy was staying at a friend's house so it was quiet.  It seemed they had
a older daughter who goes to my school and they were doing the Outreach
there, too, so Cindy fit right in.  She even got to play with her friend's
ten year old brother.  I hope they didn't do anything naughty.  :) She
didn't tell me whether they did or not.

   Anyway, with her gone, Mom out shopping and Dad playing golf, I had the
house all to myself.  I had finished two of the five assignments I had when
the doorbell rang.  Now, this was new.  Mom had no trouble answering the
door nude.  I don't know how she did it, but she did.  Anyway I went
downstairs starkers, and opened the inner door.  Carol's face lit up when
she saw me.  I admit, mine did too when I saw her.  I let her in, but only
after she asked if I wanted to sit with her on the swing.  I coughed and
said, "I don't think so.  It's a little cool for my manner of attire, if
you get my drift." She laughed and pushed on the door.  I stepped aside and
she entered.  Even though we had walked home that Monday from school naked,
I didn't want to chance it on a whim this soon before I was to return to
school.  It had cooled off in the three weeks since school started Although
there were still some nice days, they are getting fewer in number, and I
didn't want to chance getting sick.

   We went to my room and Carol undressed.  She had brought her book bag
with her and said that she had taken my advice the previous evening and
held off on her work.  She suggested we study together.  I was all for
that. I helped her with the two classes that I had already completed and we
helped each other with the other three.  After that, we went downstairs and
I fixed us some lunch.  Cindy returned and stood there staring at Carol.  I
told her it wasn't polite to stare, but Carol just laughed and showed Cindy
her bald pussy.  Cindy asked why she had no hair there.  Carol said she had
shaved it off for me.  I suggested that Cindy undress and she did, right
there in the kitchen.  I fixed her a sandwich and a grape soda and we all
sat there talking until the back door opened and Mom walked in, struggling
with two bags of groceries.  Carol and I jumped up to help her, then we
went out to the car, which was off the street, and brought in the rest of
the bags.  Thank God for handles.  I felt a little nervous about being out
there, and I could tell that Carol did as well, so we rushed to get back
into the house.

   We set the bags on the table which Mom had cleared in the meantime. 
Cindy went to her room, carrying her clothes, then she came right back. 
Mom had seen us when she came in the door and smiled.  She helped us put
the groceries away, then she excused herself, disappeared a few minutes and
returned as naked as we were.

   "So, Carol, how do you like our new lifestyle?" Mom asked her.

   "It's okay.  I kind of got used to being naked those two days in school,
but I haven't had much chance to do it at home.  I like it and I'm looking
forward to going to school Monday."

   I agreed that it would be fun, now that my problem had been had been
fixed.  I thought that I could enjoy the week this time.

   Dad came home a little after noon and joined us.  We had an in-doors
picnic with hamburgers, hot dogs, all the good stuff.  Mom and Dad both
remarked about Carol's new doo, how she had shaved her pussy.  "Do your
parents know?" Mom asked her as we sat in the living room eating and
talking.

   She giggled and shook her head.  "No, I did it last night.  I thought if
I was going naked next week, I'd give the boys something to look at.  Do
you think it's naughty?" she asked, grinning.

   "Oh very," Mom laughed.  "You'll have all the boys and the teachers
busting their britches," she laughed.  We all laughed at that, even Cindy.
After a while, Carol and I returned to my room to finish our homework. 
When that was done, I showed her what I had done on the special assignment.
She then produced a disc which had her work on it and let me read it.  We
compared experiences, and Carol helped me remember some things I had
forgotten.  We agreed to meet the next day and I would print down each file
for Monday.

   When our school work was done, it was a little after five, so Carol got
dressed and I walked her to the door.  We kissed and she left.  I watched
TV for an hour or so, then had dinner.

   It was nice not to have worry about Cindy catching me naked anymore,
since we were all that way.  I went upstairs to bed about 9, and read a
book for an hour or so before I went to sleep.

   Sunday

   Carol came over and we discussed the report.  I printed them down and
prepared them for the next day.  After making sure I had all my assignments
done, we took some time to relax.  Carol left about 3 o'clock, looking
refreshed (get my drift?:)) and the rest of the day drifted until I went to
sleep at ten, feeling excited and nervous about what would happen the next
day.  

To be continued

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