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John and Carol - NiS and beyond - Week Three - Monday


John
Monday morning

I awoke to my buzzer sounding. It was 6:30 AM on a Monday morning. I
had changed the time so I wouldn't be late for school. I had been
oversleeping lately and this was going to be a day to remember. Unlike
that Monday morning two weeks ago (was it only two weeks ago?) I knew
what I had to do that day so I sat up in my bed, reached over and
turned off the alarm. Standing up, I walked to the bathroom to take
care of things. Then, without bothering to dress, I walked downstairs
to the kitchen.

Mom greeted me with a kiss. "Good morning, Johnny. Did you sleep
well?"

I smiled at her. I still couldn't get over how sexy she was, all naked
with just an apron on. "Yes, fine. No dreams that I remember. I guess
I'm kind of looking forward to getting back to school. Do you think
you could give me a ride? The box will be a little cumbersome to
carry, otherwise."

"Of course, dear. After you eat, call Carol and tell her we'll pick
her up as well."

I told her I would. I didn't even wait to finish eating. Not wanting
to miss her - I looked at the clock, it was almost 7:15 - I called her
number and her mom answered. She said Carol would be waiting. I
thanked her and hung up. While I ate, Mom had gone to get dressed. Dad
came in to see me sitting there naked. "Not going to school, John?" he
quipped.

I looked at him and grinned. "It'll only take me a few seconds to
dress. I'm not planning to wear a lot, since I'll just have to take it
off anyway when I get there." He nodded, drank a cup of coffee, kissed
Cindy who had come down in the meantime, kissed Mom when she had
returned dressed and took off for work. 

I hurried and finished with my breakfast, went upstairs to dress in a
pair of jeans, no underwear, why bother, and a pullover shirt and
jacket. I checked my box, making sure I had everything in the box I
needed, including my doctor's note about Gym, and grabbed my cane. I
figured I wouldn't be used to walking around as much as I would have
to, so I had decided to take my cane with me. 

Mom helped me with the box going downstairs. I still wobbled a bit on
them from time to time and I had to be careful. Going outside, I saw
Cindy sitting in the front seat, with her hands on the steering wheel.

"New driver, Mom?" I asked her as I got into the back seat with my
box. Mom laughed and shooed Cindy over to the passenger side. "I don't
think she meets the age requirement yet," she said, grinning. A moment
later, we pulled out and headed over to pick up Carol.

It was almost 7:40 when we got to Carol's house to find her standing
on the curb, her filled bag hanging from her shoulder. She had on a
green dress that went to just above her knees and it had short
sleeves. She looked adorable. I felt my cock lurch when I thought of
her naked, as we both would be soon.

"Good morning, Carol. How are you today?" Mom said to her as I put the
box on my lap so she could sit next to me. "I'm fine, thank you, Mrs.
Smith," Carol said, smiling.

As Carol got settled in her seat, Mom took off and we went to school.
After we got out at the street edge we waved goodbye to my Mom as she
drove off to take Cindy to her school, then I carried Carol's and my
bags while she carried my box into school. She's such a nice girl. We
went inside to our lockers where she helped me place my box inside on
the bottom. It was a tight squeeze but it just barely fit. 

Getting my morning assignments out and putting them into my bag with
the three texts, I noticed Carol looking at my cane. I told her, "I'm
not sure if I'll need this or not. I won't be used to the walking I'll
have to do, so I'd rather be safe than sorry."

She nodded and took my arm as we walked down the hall to the office.
The secretary smiled at us as we entered. Carol smiled back, saying,
"Good morning, Mrs. Richards. How are you today?"

I thought, Mrs. Richards? Could she be related to my doctor? Hmmm. I
didn't have time to ask her though.

"Fine, thank you, Carol." she said, smiling. "John, How are you? You
caused quite a stir a couple weeks ago," she asked me, smiling
pleasantly.

"Much better, thank you, ma'am," I told you. "Still a little wobble at
times. I hope I'm allowed to keep my cane. I wouldn't want any
accidents," I told her, indicating my cane in my right hand and
smiling.

She smiled again and said for us to go into Mr. Taylor's office and he
would be with us shortly. We did, sitting in the two chairs again. I
pulled out my Doctor's note and got ready to hand it to Mr. Taylor
when he came in.

"This feels familiar," Carol said to no one in particular.

I looked at her, and she smiled at me. I told her, "Yes, but then, it
was different. Then, we didn't want to be here, now we do. I wonder
who the regular pair will be?"

Carol shrugged just as the door opened and Mr. Taylor entered with two
students. When we stood up and looked to see who they were, we were
surprised. Carol rushed over to the girl embracing her and saying,
"Jean, they picked you?" She nodded. She also didn't look too well,
her face was pale, like it did in the hospital. When she saw me
though, she brightened and smiled. 

"Hi, Jean, how are you?" I asked her, smiling. She shrugged and tried
to smile, saying she could have done without this. She was still
getting accustomed to having her mother speaking to her and they're
having to have police protection, I guess.

I turned and looked at the boy. He was about an inch taller that me
and had red hair. He looked sick as well. I figured I'd better do
something so I reached out and shook his hand. "Hi, I'm John Smith,
the first guinea pig," I said, smiling, trying to lighten the mood,
"and this is Carol Rogers, my partner. We know Jean Barons, but I'm
not familiar..."

"Tom Corbin," he said in a weak voice. "This can't be what I think it
is, can it?" He seemed scared out of his wits, but then, we knew how
he felt, didn't we? I nodded and smiled. "The first couple of hours
are nerve-wracking and embarrassing, but after that, if you let
yourself calm down, you can have some fun with it. Carol and I did,
and we plan to have fun this week, as well."

"That's right," Carol said, squeezing Jean comfortingly. "The first
time you get felt up, you'll want to run away screaming, but you'll
get used to it, I promise." Jean tried to smile again, but she wasn't
very convincing. After what she had just gone through, I couldn't
wonder why she thought this was a bad idea.

Mr. Taylor had gone to sit behind his desk. He watched this without
remark, his face passive and calm. I turned to him and handed him my
note. "Dr. Richards says I can't take Gym for two weeks, this week and
next week, but after that, I should be fine." He nodded and put it in
a folder, which was mine, I assumed.

"Okay," he said, "Miss Barons, Mr. Corbin, you know why you're here.
John and Carol are here because of special circumstances. They'll be
joining you this week in the Program. Because they have experienced
some of it previously, I want you to listen to them. They know what to
expect, and even if you don't have the same classes as them,
except..." and here he checked his pad. "Yes, you two share Gym fourth
period with them, so stay with them as much as possible and they'll
get you through it. I've heard from the other participants that the
first day is the hardest. Get through today, and the rest of the week
should be a breeze," he told them, smiling.

He handed each of us a pamphlet, the same one we had received the
first time. I looked at Carol and she nodded. We had discussed the
possibility of stripping first to give the others a chance to catch
their breaths, so to speak. I turned to Mr. Taylor and said, "Carol
and I will go first. We figure it will give them a chance to nerve
themselves. I know I needed a chance my time here." 

Mr. Taylor nodded and in just a few seconds, our clothes were off and
in the box on the floor and we were naked. I could see Tom's eyes were
focused on Carol. Not only his, either. Mr. Taylor and Jean were both
looking at her bald pussy.

"Wow!" Tom said. 

Carol blushed and smiled. 

Mr. Taylor grinned. "The boys will love that, Miss Rogers. You have
certainly changed over the past two weeks."

"The Program was a big part of it, but getting to know John and going
through with him as he went through his ordeal was a lot of it, too. I
think I learned that life is short and you should get out of it what
you can. There may be no tomorrow."

I squeezed her hand in comfort as we watched Jean and Tom begin to
undress. I guess they figured out what Carol and I had figured out
that first day. We had to do it so we did. I watched Jean's face as
she stared at my cock as she pulled off her blouse. She looked up at
me and blushed. I smiled at her and said, "It's all right to look, or
even touch. All four of us will be touched many times this week.
You'll find yourselves getting aroused many times. As Mr. Taylor was
kind enough to remind us at the time we started, it's all right to
feel good about the feelings. Enjoy them, and for heaven's sake, don't
be afraid of asking for relief. It took only two periods for us to
ask. Right, Carol?"

"Right, John, and then Mrs. Collins had to goad you," she replied,
smirking. 

I grinned. "Yes, but you needed it too if I remember right," I said,
smiling.

Tom looked at each of us and cried out, "Oh, I could never. It's too
embarrassing to even think about it, in front of all those..." and he
moaned. He was desperately trying to hide himself but Carol would have
none of it. She looked at me and grinned as she pulled his arms to his
side. "Uh uh, none of that. As John was kind enough to remind me, the
rules explicitly forbid you to hide yourself in anyway. If you carry
book bags, you should carry them by the strap so as not to hide the
good parts." She grinned when she said that.
 
Mr. Taylor broke in as both Tom and Jean were then fully undressed,
wearing just their shoes and socks, just like Carol and me. "Okay,
first period has started so I think you need to get to classes. I
suggest you eat lunch together. You can pick up passes from the
secretary. 

"Jean and Tom, as I tried to tell John and Carol two weeks ago, if you
let yourself, you can enjoy this week. Follow the rules and you'll
have no problems."

I looked at him and showed him my cane. "I don't want any accidents,"
I told him.

"That's fine. That fits under safety gear," he said. "How are you, by
the way? Getting back to normal?"

"Yes, gradually. I thought that I might get tired later in the day, so
I brought it with me. I hope I'll get rid of it by Wednesday or so as
I get my legs back," I told him.

We finally got out of there. I looked at the clock and saw that it was
about 8:20. We had to hurry or we'd miss the whole class. Getting our
passes, we stepped out into the empty hall. I looked at Tom and Jean.
Of the two, Jean seemed more composed. "How are you two doing? Where
do you need to go?"

Jean pointed down the right side hallway, while Carol and I had to go
left. "Okay, now listen. Forget many of the rules your parents may
have taught you about how to comport yourselves here. If you get
excited, enjoy it. Ask for relief. Tom, especially, you don't have to
suffer through the rest of first period and all of second with that,"
and I pointed to his erect, bobbing 7 inch cock, "ask for relief.
You'll find lots of girls will want to give it to you." I smiled at
him for encouragement. "If you're afraid of what your parents will
think, just remember, they're not here. Let go. Okay?"

He nodded, though I think he wasn't that convinced. We patted them on
the shoulder and were about to go when Jean grabbed me and kissed me,
thanking me for what I had done saving her life. Then, she grabbed
Tom's hand and ran down the hall.

Carol looked at me strangely. I shrugged. "She just wanted to thank me
again for saving her life in the hospital. What could I do? I stood
there because I'm a gentleman."

"Uh huh, suuure you are, you letch. Come on," she laughed and grabbed
my hand. A few minutes later we were outside our English class. I
opened the door and we stepped in. Just like last time, we were late.
We looked at Mrs. Collins as the class fell silent. She came over and
asked me how I was. I told her fine, smiled at her and handed her my
pass. Carol handed over hers and we went to our seats. Once again, we
were the only two naked guys there. I could feel everyone's eyes on us
until Mrs. Collins called the class to order. The rest of the period,
all thirty-five minutes or so, went smoothly.
 
Carol  
Monday

That Monday I awoke at my usual time to jump out of bed, rush through
my shower and dress in a green dress with short sleeves, with black
sneakers. I knew that I would only have to disrobe at school anyway so
I didn't wear any underwear. 

Going to the kitchen, Mom had my breakfast ready. "Morning, Mom," I
said, smiling at her and giving her a kiss on her cheek. She smiled
back and kissed me in turn. "Excited to be going back to school with
John?"

"Yes, very," I told her as I started eating. She sat down and looked
at me. "Are you worried about the Program?"

"No, I can't wait. I know that sounds funny, but this week, we get to
help someone who hasn't gone through it yet. I hope we can make it
easier for them." 

Mom nodded. A few minutes later, the phone rang and she answered it.
It was John calling to say his mother was taking him to school and
they would pick me up in a few minutes. I finished breakfast, kissed
Mom and Dad and grabbed my bag. I was out waiting on the curb when
their car drove up. I opened the door as John moved the box so I could
sit down. Mrs. Smith greeted me and we made small talk as she drove to
the school. 

When we arrived, I got out, reached in and took John's box. It was
heavy. He got out and took my bag along with his, said goodbye to his
mother and we watched as she drove away with Cindy. Then we walked up
the walkway to the front door. I noticed that he had brought his cane,
but didn't mention it right away.

When we got inside, we went to our lockers. I set his box down and he
put it inside his locker after taking out the things he would need for
the morning classes. After that we went to the office where Mrs.
Richards told us to go right into Mr. Taylor's office and wait for
him. It wasn't a long wait.

As we waited, we talked a little until Mr. Taylor came in with the two
participants for the week. John and I stood and turned to see who they
were. Boy, were we surprised. As soon as I saw who the girl was, I
screamed out, "Jean, they picked you?" I rushed over and hugged her. I
could tell right away that she was less than thrilled to be there. I
knew how she felt. She did smile when she saw John.

John asked her how she was and she replied that she could be better,
but so far things were going better. At least they were until then. We
both agreed with that. 

We didn't know the boy, but after John had introduced us to him, he
told us his name. He looked like he could curl up in a ball and die.
John gave them both a good pep talk, and we both tried to bolster
their spirits.

John handed Mr. Taylor his Gym note and assured him that he was
feeling better but that he felt he needed his cane for later in the
day. Mr. Taylor agreed, saying it was safety gear, allowed under the
rules.

After Mr. Taylor had given his speech to Tom and Jean and handed us
each a copy of the pamphlet, John and I stripped to give them a chance
to calm down a little. Jean followed suit faster than I would have
thought she would, with Tom following behind. I grinned when they all
gawked at my bald pussy, even Mr. Taylor, but then we had to get to
class. 

John gave them another pep talk in the hall about enjoying their time
in the Program, asking for relief and so forth, then we separated and
went our ways. We would see them again fourth period.

We made it to English class, greeted Mrs. Collins, handed her our
passes, then went to our seats. It was too late to ask for relief, but
we didn't need it anyway. When the class ended, John and I handed in
our homework. Mrs. Collins made a face when she saw his pile. I
laughed and said, "It's your fault, Mrs. Collins." She grinned and
nodded. Then we were out of there, headed for Algebra with Mr.
Cartwright. 

We made it with very little effort. I was surprised that so few
students were asking to touch us. John, I could understand, he had
been sick, but me? Perhaps, I thought, it was still strange to them to
see two naked people walking the hall. After all, the Program had only
lasted for a day and a half, not really enough time for them to grow
accustomed to it. Anyway, we got to Algebra on the second bell and
handed in our homework. He saw John's pile and just put it on his
desk, shaking his head as we sat down. Some of the students were
looking at us and I turned so they were were looking right at me. I
swear, what had I become? Two weeks ago, I was a demure, sweet girl
who wore simple plain clothes and didn't have a thing to do with boys.
Now, I was walking around naked and flaunting myself, and I had a
boyfriend. Imagine that.

After class, in which both John and I had to go up and do some
problems on the board, much to the amusement of the class, I'll tell
you, after which we headed to French class with Mrs. Bennett. That was
fun. John's two weeks of homework almost swamped her desk. All the
conjugated verbs, I guess. Anyway, John was feeling a little tense so
I gave him a blow job. I didn't particularly care for it, but he did.
It was better than getting his stuff all over me and him, I guess.


John
Monday morning

When we got to Gym, Carol and I waited till just before the second
bell to ring before we went in. We were waiting for the missing duo.
They finally came rushing up and made it into the Gym just at the
bell. Tom was pale, but Jean seemed all right. She saw Carol and
grabbed her arm. 

"Are we going to see the naked boys now?" she asked, grinning.

"Are you nervous about that, Jean?" I asked her, smiling. We both
could see a big change in her from this morning.

She shook her head no. "Not after the first three classes where I
needed relief twice - it was so nerve-wracking to be there naked, my
pussy was always wet. Now, I'm actually looking forward to going in
there." She smiled broadly at that.

"That's good, Jean," I told her. "That kind of spirit will get you
through the week fine. How about you, Tom?" I asked, turning to him.
He was standing against the wall like he'd fall over if not for its
support. I grinned. I knew just how he felt from when I did my Monday.

I walked over to him and shook him. His head turned slowly towards me.
"Huh?" he said. 

"Come on, let's go in, Tom. I can't stay, but I'll introduce you.
There's one girl named Carla," I saw Carol grin when I said that name,
"that you just have to meet." I grinned at the look on his face.

We went in and I introduced him. Carla came over and took his arm.
"Hi, Tom, we're all pleased to meet you, aren't we, girls?"

A string of yeah's rang out. I whispered to him that all he had to do
was put on his sneakers in place of his shoes, then he could come out.
I would be outside. I waved goodbye to the girls and went back out to
where Mr. Connors was standing talking to Mrs. Johnson. They both
seemed happy to see me, even with my cane. I explained about the note
and Mr. Connors said he was aware of it. I was to sit on the bleachers
and watch the classes or study. I could shower if I wanted to. I said
sure, and besides, Tom would need my protection. They laughed.

At the end of class, I closed my English book, having completed a
rough draft of my homework, (It's tough to write up there) I packed my
stuff away and went into the girls' shower, but not before Tom did. He
was lingering. Like me, he's probably never seen a naked girl before
this morning, and now he'd seen two, Carol and Jean. Now he was going
to see a whole roomful. I couldn't decide whether he was scared to
death or afraid of what they would think of him when he reacted to
what he was seeing in there. 

I came up to him and said, "Don't be afraid, Tom. They're all good
girls. When I went through my first time, they were as scared of me as
I was of them. This is only the third day that boys have been in
there, and it takes some time to get used to the situation. For all of
us."

While I was talking, I had pulled open the outer door and led him
through the inner door. Tom gasped. Earlier, the girls had only been
changing their clothes. None of them were naked. Now, however,
wherever Tom looked, there were NAKED GIRLS. Where ever he turned, he
saw naked girls and he turned red, but, more importantly, his cock,
which had been soft from fright and worry, went stiff as a board, all
seven inches of it. I whispered to him, "See? They like you, just like
you like them."

Tom glanced down at himself and immediately covered his crotch. I
immediately told him, "No Tom, you can not do that. Remember the
rules."

I sat him down and called his attention to his sneakers and socks.
Given something else to think about, he calmed down a bit. When we
were both naked for sure, I led him into the shower. It was funny. His
head darted back and forth so fast, it was a blur. The girls laughed.
Several of them, including Carla, took him off my hands, saying they'd
take care of him. I told him to have fun and forget about being
embarrassed. 

I had two girls, one on either side, and another in front of me. They
were rubbing me so that, even if the naked girls didn't make me hard
(it did, oh yes), then their rubbing me certainly would have. I came
just before Mrs. Johnson came in to see what was happening. I looked
over to see Tom with both his hands on a girl's breasts while two
others played with his cock and balls. Mrs. Johnson was about to blow
her whistle when I motioned for her not to. I went to her and
explained, "He needs this. He's been uptight all morning. I had to
coax him in here. If he feels good enough to do that," I said,
pointing at Tom, who had just cum and was being held up by the girls,
"then we should let him have his fun. He's not hurting anyone."

She nodded and watched as the girls washed him off and led him out to
the lockers. My girls led me to where he was sitting. "So," I said,
patting his arm, "having fun, are we now?"

He looked at me and grinned. "I might just make it through this week
after all. I hope Jean's all right."

"I'm sure she is." I told him. "She has Carol with her. The week we
were in it, two weeks ago, Carol had to go in alone and she told me
that they were all too scared to touch her. Though that may have
changed. I sure they're fine, though."

We both got dried and dressed, such as it was anyway, and got out of
there just as the first bell rang. Tom seemed to be relieved when he
saw Jean come out of the boys' locker room in one piece and smiling.

I looked at them and said, grinning, "Leave any boys alive in there?"

Carol grinned and said, "Oh, a few. We had to leave a few for
tomorrow. Didn't we, Jean?"  

"Oh yeah, I can't wait until tomorrow," she said, grinning. "There was
this one boy, he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of us. I thought
he was going to faint. Tom, how did you do?" she asked, turning to
him.

"Oh, fine. I was scared to death at first," he said to her. His face
didn't look quite so scared as before. "The way I was brought up, it
wasn't right to look at naked girls, but by the time we got to the
showers I loosened up. There was no way that I could avoid looking at
them. I liked it," he said, grinning. "I may make it though this after
all. Thank you, John, for making me do that," he said, turning to me.

"No problem, Tom. After this week, you'll be changed for the better, I
suspect. After this, you can look at a girl and appreciate her, not
just for her body, but what's inside as well. Now come on, let's eat.
It's free," I said, grinning. 

We left the room with Carol taking my hand and Tom taking Jean's.
Carol saw that and whispered to me, "Looks like they're getting to
know one another pretty well."

I grinned. "Yeah, just like two other Program participants I can think
of."

"Which ones?" Carol said, grinning. "Oh, you mean us? Yeah, I guess
being nude can bring two people closer. I guess it would have to be
because we were the first in our class, and the only others we know
are Mike and Janet, the seniors, and they must have known each other
before that week. I guess they must be doing their week over, too."

The four of us made it to the cafeteria without much trouble after
stopping off at our lockers. After we had gone through the line to get
our food, we found a small table near the wall and sat down, the girls
sitting next to us. The next few minutes went fast as we each told
about the morning.

Jean said that she had needed relief second period and nearly every
boy had raised his hand. She chose one and was surprised when he went
down on her. The class roared when she screamed out her orgasm. 

Tom was still too nervous at that time to do anything, but by third
period, he nerved himself and asked for relief. He went up to the
front of the class and chose Jean to help him because she was the only
girl he knew. When she knelt down before him and grasped his cock, his
eyes flew open and he almost shot out of the chair he was sitting in.
But he was so horny then when she did grip his cock and stroke it a
few times, it spurted out all over her. She said that it was good
thing she wasn't dressed. Tom then returned the favor after she told
him how to get her off. Since then, they've been a lot closer.

When Jean and Carol went into the boys' shower room, Jean had been
nervous even though she had appeared eager. She wanted to see the
boys, but she wasn't sure how they would take to girls in their
shower. At first they were distant, just as they had been the previous
times Carol had been in there, but it wasn't long before some of the
braver ones stepped forward to ask if they could help them. Of course,
both girls smiled and said they could. With two or more boys rubbing
soapy wet hands over their breasts and between their legs, it didn't
take too long for them to cum. It was good thing they were in the
shower when they did since they were weak and the boys had to help
them stand up as they washed them. 

After they recovered, Carol promised them that tomorrow, they'd try to
return the favor. The boys hooted and howled as the girls stepped from
the shower and grabbed some towels to dry themselves off. Then they
went out where Tom and I met them in the Gym.

After we had told them about our morning, I congratulated them on
getting through their first four periods. I told them it was all down
hill from now on, meaning that it gets easier.

After that, Carol and I went to our lockers to prepare for the
afternoon classes.

Carol
Monday afternoon

When John and I got to History with Mr. Young, it was the first time
Mr. Young had seen John since two weeks before. Mr. Young asked how
John was doing and John assured him he was on the mend. We handed in
our homework and went to our desks. After Gym class and the showers,
neither of us needed relief so the class went on and then we headed
for Biology.

"Uh oh, Biology," John said, looking at me and grinning.

"Yeah, so?" I asked him as we walked down the hall. 

"Remember, last time? On Monday, Miss Landers said she may make use of
us as models in class on Tuesday, but she didn't have a chance. By
that time, I was in the hospital."

"That's right, John, so today, she'll probably grab the chance. Oh
boy," I said. I wasn't really worried but I wanted him to think I was.
By that time we had walked into the classroom and sat down. Miss
Landers called us up to the front as soon as the bell rang.

"All right, class," she said, clapping her hands to gain our
attention. We sat up and grew silent. "Okay, now, as you remember, two
weeks ago," and she looked at us and grinned, "we had John and Carol
with us on Monday, but I was unprepared for them to take part in a
lesson on human sexuality, but now, we have a second chance. 

"John and Carol, please come up here and sit down on the stools. Thank
you. How has it been going today?"

John told her. "Not bad. There have been very few requests but I've
just put it down to the newness of the Program. But maybe there are
other reasons," he said and looked at his chest where he had the small
scar from his operation.

"Yes, it is possible that they are unused to the Program, or they may
be aware of what you have gone through and they don't want to press
you too soon. Tomorrow will tell, I suppose."

"That must be what it is," I said. "At least for John, but they
haven't asked to touch me, either, and here I paid special attention
to making it easy for them," I said, rubbing my pussy, which brought
laughs from the group.

"Yes, I see you have," Miss Landers said, smiling. "Very nice, but for
now, we're going to ask you take part in a discussion of male and
female masturbation techniques. I want the two of you to tell us just
what makes you feel good when you masturbate."

John and I looked at each other and John shrugged. He started off.
"For myself I guess seeing naked girls, one in particular anyway," I
smiled at that, "and of course talking about sex, and thinking about
sex, and.." he grinned. "You guys get the idea. When I need to get
off, I usually think along those lines and rub myself, gripping my uh
penis," his cheeks blushed a little when he said that, "with my hand
and stroking it, keeping pressure on the bottom. As I do, I feel
tingles all through my body as I get more aroused and I start moving,
not just my hand but all of me in a small way as I get closer to the
edge. It really feels good when it happens. If you guys are inhibited
by what you have learned, try it, it won't hurt you and it does feel
good. It's also legal." He grinned at that.

"Well, thank you, John. I can tell that you enjoyed telling us about
that, just by looking at you." The class laughed at that as I could
see John's cock was completely hard. I reached over and stroked it
with a finger before Miss Landers coughed. I jerked my hand back and
blushed, just like a good little girl should. "Sorry," I said,
grinning.

"Okay, we've heard from John tell us about male arousal, now let's
hear from the distaff side of the equation, shall we? Carol?"

I sat there on my stool as Miss Landers sat back down at her desk, my
legs were spread slightly as I had placed my feet on the rungs of the
stool and was thinking about what I wanted to say. I could see the
boys all looking at me, and not at my face either. I blushed and tried
to close my legs but it was uncomfortable that way. I looked at John
and his eyes were staring where every other boy's was. I slapped his
arm. "Pervert," I said, grinning. "Ow," he said, grinning right back.

Getting serious, I looked at the class and told them, "Well for me, I
hadn't done it at all before I met John. That proves what a bad
influence he was on this poor innocent girl." I laughed as he reached
over and put his arm around me before sitting up straight on his stool
again. "Anyway, after I met him and we had sex that first night,"
there were a few murmurs there. "Just for relief," I told them. "It
had been a rough day and he had some condoms his mom had given him so
we did it. From that point on I found that I needed it more and more.
In bed at night, while John was in the hospital and at his home, I
found that rubbing my nipples caused me to get a tingle in my whole
body and especially between my legs. And, like John mentioned, it
helps to imagine a naked boy with a hard penis standing by my bed as I
rubbed my vagina." 

I admit it, I blushed at that point. I was still a good girl in my
heart, and talking to a whole classroom of kids about masturbation was
difficult for me. "Anyway, I was talking about getting myself off.
Well as I learned from experience, one hand on my breast and one on my
vagina as well as a fervent imagination can do wonders for me. I think
I woke up my parents one night because I was so loud, something which
was very embarrassing, I'll tell you. For those of you who don't know
me, my parents were always so strict and pure, they never would have
approved of my masturbating under their roof. But, because of the
Program, and because of John's association with us, they've mellowed
considerably and they are much better now. Thank God."

Miss Landers stood up and applauded us. "That was very good, both of
you. I know how difficult it must have been to talk about such a
personal subject." She looked at the clock and saw that it was almost
time for the bell. "Well, I was going to have you give us all a
demonstration of the methods you have described, but I see that there
is not enough time this period to do it or you justice, so we'll hold
it off until tomorrow. You may take your seats, unless you need relief
now, John?"

"No, thank you, ma'am," he croaked, standing up from the stool. "I can
wait until next period, I think."

"Very well, then, take your seats."

The rest of the few minutes left in the class was taken up by a
discussion of what they had talked about. Some disapproved of the
practice while others wanted to try it right then. Finally the bell
sounded and John and I went out into the hall and to Art class.

John
Monday afternoon

Man, that was one tough class. It was hard to talk about such an
intimate subject in front of our classmates, but hearing Carol's
description of her masturbation habits had me going. I was definitely
going to need relief in Art. I just hoped Miss Jenkins would let me
have it at the beginning, like it was supposed to be done.

As we walked into the room, my cock led the way. Carol tweaked it as
we went to sit down at our seats. I got her back, though. I tweaked
her right nipple, making her squeak, and making Miss Jenkins turn and
look at us. I sat down and tried to look innocent. It didn't work.

After the bell, I asked for relief and was called to the front of the
class where I had seen a couch sitting as we walked into the room.
Carol followed me up and I sat down on the couch, since there were no
chairs.

Carol knelt down beside me and looked at Miss Jenkins. 

"Now, before you begin, I want the class to draw you in this pose.
Relax, John, you'll have a chance to get relief in a few minutes.
Carol, wrap your hand around John's member like you are going to
masturbate him, then relax your head against him, looking at your
hand. Good. Comfy?"

We both groaned. There was no way I could last for the whole time she
would want us to stay in this position. Neither could Carol, I knew,
since I could feel her fingers flexing on my cock, getting ready to
stroke it. What had we done to deserve such torture?

Miss Jenkins looked at us and grinned. "Okay, I'm sorry, go ahead and
get him off, Carol, and then he can get you off. From the sheen on
that pretty vagina of your, you must need it as bad as he does it.
Class," she said, turning to them, "try to draw what you see. It won't
be perfect, because they'll be moving. Pick a position and keep it in
your mind as you draw. Proceed."

We had already proceeded as she was talking. Carol gripped my hard
cock and had begun to stroke it, looking from it to my face as she
stroked it. Looking at her nude body crouching there, it was only a
few seconds before I blew, about the fastest it had ever happened for
me.

After I had settled down, Carol stood up and sat down next to me after
she had gotten some tissues from Miss Jenkins to clean off her hand
and me. I wrapped my arm around her and we settled back and relaxed.
Well, a part of me relaxed. I leaned over and reached between her legs
and started fingering her as she sat there, her juices covering my
fingers. It wasn't long before she was writhing about on the couch as
I leaned my head over and took her nipple in my mouth. Umm, that was
good. Her hand held my head as my hand caught her clit and brought her
to an earth-shattering climax right there in front of the class. 

When she was composed, I told her, "Too bad Miss Landers in Biology
couldn't see that," and she grinned and said, "Yeah, maybe tomorrow.
We'll have to borrow this couch." 

Miss Jenkins called us to order then and we spent the rest of the
class just posing and separated. I guess she didn't want to give us an
excuse to do a repeat performance and maybe go too far.

When the bell sounded, we grabbed our things and headed for our
lockers and then the front door. When we got there we found Jean and
Tom, still naked, talking animatedly while other students fondled
them.

"Looks like Tom is fitting in nicely," Carol said, grinning.

"Yes, and Jean, too. That's good. They're good kids," I said.

"Yep, just like us," she said, grinning and taking my arm in hers. We
went over and greeted them.

"Well, guys, happy to be able to finally get dressed?" I asked them.

Tom looked at me. "What, and miss all the fun? I might just stay naked
all week."

"Yep, Tom's right. I like it," Jean said, grabbing his arm.

"Well," I said, "I guess we don't need to worry about you two
tomorrow. But we should get together at lunch, just in case there are
problems. As for staying naked all week, Tom, you can if you want.
It's legal for people our age. Carol and I did it the first day,
walking home naked, at least to my home. She wasn't quite ready for
her parents to see her that way just yet."

"You mean, if I wanted to, I could go home like this?" he asked,
spreading open his arms.

"Sure, but that depends on how your parents will react. The police
won't do anything, but there will be some people who will react
negatively to that. Do what you want though. Carol and I are."

Carol and I had already talked about it. It was a warm afternoon for
September and we thought maybe we'd walk home naked, just like we had
the first day. We said goodbye to Jean and Tom and grabbed our
clothes, such as they were, and packed them in our bags. Tom lived
near Jean's big house and so they walked there together, in all their
naked glory. I wondered what their police protection would think of
that?


Carol
Monday afternoon

As John and I reached his home, he stumbled a bit on the sidewalk. I
had noticed that he was doing quite well that afternoon, but I guess
the walk home was too much for him finally. I managed to get him to
the porch where we sat there, naked and shivering a little from our
exertions. 

I waited until Mrs. Smith came out and explained to her what we had
done. She said we should have called and she would have picked us up,
but I admitted that that had never occurred to either of us. She was
nice enough not to say anything about us walking home naked. She had
certainly seen us that way often enough. 

When John was strong enough, we helped him up to his room. He settled
down on his bed and his mother left us alone. I looked at his desk and
saw two small boxes sitting on it. Going over and picking one up, I
showed it to John. "Looks like your mother expects us to pick up where
we left off before your accident," I said, grinning at him. I was
holding a box of condoms. 

John grinned. "I guess she does. But right now, I'm really not up to
it. That time in Art drained me, honey, would you mind?"

I went over and hugged him. "Of course not. We can do it tomorrow.
Anyway, I have to get home. I still have a couple assignments from
last week to do."

We hugged again and I left him there, resting. Even his cock was
resting. I guess it was a harder day that we thought.

I went home then and had supper, did my homework and went to bed. It
had been a tough day because I was sleep in minutes after hitting that
pillow.


John
Monday evening

When Carol left, I rested a while, studied some and had dinner. I was
glad that I had my cane. It had prevented me from falling out on the
street, thanks to Carol grabbing my arm. When our family got together
at the dinner, of course all of us were naked. Mom said we should make
this permanent but I said it should be done only in appropriate
weather. Dad agreed, not seeing the sense of us going naked in the
dead of winter. Mom saw the sense in this and also agreed. 

Sitting in the living room watching TV, Cindy climbed up on my lap. It
was nice, even if her small rear end caught my cock in the middle of
her cheeks. She wriggled around as she sat there, making me hard. She
thought it was funny. I finally had to make her get off as it was
getting uncomfortable. I rose, excused myself and said good night. It
was time for some personal time but I fell asleep before I could
finish.

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