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


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 morning

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.


Jean 
Monday morning

When I woke up that Monday morning, I expected just another day in
school. Little did I know what was awaiting me that morning.

I got out of bed, did everything I needed to do in the bathroom,
packed my bag with my school stuff and dressed in a green blouse, red
checkered skirt and loafers. Then I went downstairs to the kitchen for
breakfast. Mom was there talking to the night guard policeman assigned
to protect us from my father's gang. They looked up when I entered and
my mom smiled. Imagine that. She rarely smiled in all the years I had
known her.

"Good morning, Jean," she said. "Did you sleep well?"

"So-so," I told her after saying good morning to them. "I'll sleep
better after the trial is over and we can get back to a more normal
life. No offence, Officer Brannigan," I said to the man, smiling as I
sat down.

"None taken, Miss Barons. As I was saying to your mother, the trial is
due to start in a month. Due to its high-profile nature, it is being
speeded up. It shouldn't take long after that. There will be a man to
take you to school and he will meet you after school for your
protection until the trial is over, seeing as how you are one of our
prime witnesses. We can't let anything happen to you."

I smiled at him as mom set my breakfast down in front of me. I felt
hungry so I dove right in. It was a good thing I did because later on
I couldn't eat a thing.

As I got ready to leave for school at 7:40 (I always like to get there
early. I don't like being late for school.) a police car pulled up in
front of our house. a man in a police uniform got out and addressed
Officer Brannigan.

"Good morning, Paul," he said to the man. "This is the young lady
we're protecting?" he asked, indicating me.
 
"Yes, Dan," Officer Brannigan said, nodding to the man. "You're to
take her directly into her school and meet her there after school to
bring her home. She is not to left alone off school grounds."

He nodded and escorted me to the police car and opened the front door.
I thanked him as I got in. After being settled in, I strapped myself
in and we took off. We reached the school in less than five minutes. I
was nervous for some reason, so he allowed me to wait a few minutes
until about five minutes before the bell.

I saw John and Carol enter the school at different times. I was happy
to see them, even if they didn't see me. 

At the appointed time, the policeman walked me up to the school's
front door through the throng of students all trying to get through
the double doors at the same time. He separated them and led me
inside. I saw Mr. Evers talking to Tom Corbin, one of my fellow class
mates.

"I'll meet you right outside at quarter after three, Miss Barons," the
police officer told me, tipping his cap. I thanked him and was about
to go to my home room class when Mr. Evers stopped me. I must have
looked puzzled because all he said was, "Please come with me, Miss
Barons."

I looked at him and then followed him towards the office. Tom walked
along beside me, looking pale and sick.

"What's this about?" I asked him in a whisper.

"T-the Pr-Program," he stuttered. 

He was ill, I thought. Then it hit me. The Program! Oh, Man! That's
what John and Carol were in. That means we have to go naked in school
this week. I almost missed a step when Mr. Evers stopped and I bumped
into him. We were standing just outside the office door.

"Please go inside and Mr. Taylor will be with you in a moment," he
told us matter-of-factly, like we were going for late passes or
something. 

I looked at Tom and thought to myself, 'Oh gee, he is going to be
sick.' I knew Tom slightly. He seemed like a nice boy, but he was
quiet and didn't associate much with the other students. I guess he
was shy. I just shook my head and said, leaning over towards him,
"Calm down. It might not be as bad as you think, Tom. John and Carol
did it for a day and a half before he got sick. I'm sure that won't
happen to us."

He groaned as I turned opened the door to the office. As we entered, I
saw Mr. Taylor just leaving his office. He smiled as he saw us and
motioned us to come into his office. We did. As we entered the smaller
room, I saw John and Carol standing there by the desk talking. When
they saw us, Carol came rushing over to me crying out, "Jean, they
picked you?" I nodded.

Mr. Taylor gave us his prepared speech about the Program. Then John
and Carol gave us some pep talks and before we knew it, we were naked,
right along with John and Carol who, I noticed, had shaved her pubic
hair. She looked like a young girl with small breasts.

I looked at Tom and immediately saw that he had nothing to be shy
about. He blushed and tried to cover himself but Carol prevented him
from doing so, saying that it was against the rules. 

A few moments later, we were outside and ready to get to class. John
gave another pep talk and then we separated. They had to go down the
south corridor while we went up the north corridor. 

As we walked down the corridor I heard Tom muttering something. It
sounded like, "My dad's going to kill me," or something. Maybe he had
problems at home?

As we entered our first period class, we handed our passes to Mr.
Kenyon, our computer sciences teacher, as the whole class looked on,
silent as a lamb. I pulled Tom to his desk. he seemed spellbound. I
whispered, "Earth to Tom, Earth to Tom, are you there?" as he sat
down.

His head jerked to look at me and as he blinked a few times to clear
his vision, he blushed. his head was just level with my pussy. I
rubbed it and leaned over and said, "It's alright to look and touch."

He slouched down in his seat and just stared into open air.

The class went pretty smothly. We were studying some of the older
languages like Cobal and Fortran before going into newer ones later in
the quarter. I doubt any of the boys heard a word Mr. Kenyon said,
though, because all of them were staring at me. It was weird, and it
made my pussy wet.


Tom
Monday morning

Hello. I was asked to tell about my experiences during my week in the
Program. I know the others have written about theirs, so here goes.

That Monday when I woke to my alarm, I had barely shut iut off before
my dad was in my room, yelling at me to get out of bed before I was
late for school. What did he think? It was 6:45am. 

My dad and I live alone. My mom died when I was born from
complications of my birth and Dad has never forgiven me. No matter how
I try, it's never good enough for him. And people wonder why I keep to
myself. 

Anyway, I got out of bed nude. Dad insists I sleep that way to keep
from buying me pajamas, as I would wear them anyway, this stage in my
life. Going to the bathroom, I did my morning ritual and returned to
my room where I dressed in slacks and a T-shirt, with underwear, (Dad
was at least nice enough to provide me with those anyway) and shoes
and socks. Grabbing my bag which I had packed the previous night, I
went into the kitchen and ate some cereal while dad sat there staring
at me. God, I hate that! 

After I washed my glass and bowl and utensils, I grabbed my bag, put
my jacket on, although it seemed warm that day, and went out into the
world. I was just glad to get away from him. He had told me to be home
no later that three thirty so I could do my usual chores. I figured my
day couldn't get any worse, could it? I was wrong.

I got to the school about 7:45 or so and waited around til the doors
were unlocked, then I went inside to my locker. I still had a few
minutes till the first bell when I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

I turned around and saw Mr. Evers, the Vice Principal, standing there.

"Mr. Corbin?" I nodded. He started to tell me to follow him when I
guess he spotted Jean Barons, who I could see over his shoulder coming
in the door with a policeman. Was she in trouble, I wondered. He told
me to wait where I was. Inodded and opened my locker and put my jacket
inside and picked up my bag. Then a thought occurred to me. I knew of
course about the Program, and about Carol and John's aborted week.
Could this be about that?

My strength seemed to drain from me as they approached me. I saw Jean
smile at me, then she noticed my face and she seemed to get worried.
Two people, a boy and a girl, going to the Principal's office on a
Monday morning. This couldn't be good.

As we followed Mr. Evers down the hall, my mind was racing. What had I
done to deserve this? I didn't want to go naked in school, where
everyone, especially the girls, could see me. Wasn't my father
punishment enough in this life?

Jean tried to cheer me up outside the office but it didn't help.
Before I knew what was going on, we were in the Principal's office
where we met the previous attempt's participants, John and Carol, who
were supposed to do their first week over because of John's illness.

John introduced himself and Carol, telling us that they knew Jean but
they didn't know me. I introduced myself. I admit, my voice was
exttremely weak. I must have looked a pityful sight. I knew, deep
down, that I had to do this, but all I wanted to do was jump out the
open window a couple feet away and run far away. 

Mr. Taylor gave us his speech and the pamphlets, and then Carol and
John stripped just like that. My eyes took in Carol's figure and by
then I really didn't want to take off my pants. 

I looked at Jean and was surprised to see her unbuttoning her blouse
and removing it, revealing her blue bra. I knew then, I was doomed.
When my father found out about this, if he didn't know already, I
would be dead. 

I started by pulling my shirt and undershirt from my pants as Jean
dropped her red skirt. Closing my eyes, I undid my belt, pulled down
my zipper and shoved my pants and underpants down. That was when I
realized that I had forgotten my shoes. 

The next few minutes were a blur as I shoved off my shoes and pants
before slipping my feet into my shoes again. I know that I noticed
appreciative glances at my mid-section from time to time. John showed
me where I should put my clothes. I thanked him and put them in the
spare box, Jean already having done so.

After Carol stopped me from hiding myself, and Mr. Taylor and John had
spoken their last bits, we were ushered out into the outer officer
where we were issued late passes. Outside in the hall, John stressed
to us the imporance of asking for relief, as if I could ever do that,
and we all said goodbye and they started down the south corridor and
Jean and I went up the north corridor. 

I barely remember what happened after that. I was walking down the
hall naked, with a naked girl even, and I was not even looking at her.
Jean had to help me to my desk as I could feel all the girls' eyes on
me. I couldn't help getting a hard-on. I was so embarrassed. I don't
think I heard a word Mr. Kenyon said.

After class, we went to English with Miss Moore, where we were
assigned this report. To that end, we were issued brown books for
taking notes during the week. I spent most of the class writing notes
about what had happened in the last couple of hours. I saw Jean
writing as well.

Jean surprised me that period. I didn't need anymore surprises after
the office. 
I was still too nervous then to do anything then, but Jean requested
relief and when she went to the front of the class and asked for help,
nearly every boy in the class raised his arm. She picked Ken Daniels,
someone I knew a little from past years, a very nice guy, and when he
went up and knelt down in front of her, she seemed surprised so find
that he was doing oral sex on her, eating her pussy. Her surprise
didn't detract from her orgasm, though. She came so loud that I was
afraid someone might come in to see who was being murdered. When she
was done, Ken helped her back to her seat. Her legs were weak. 

Needless to say, if she could do it, then so could I. Or could I? Time
would tell.

By third period Geometry class with Mr. Reynolds, I had gotten my
nerve up and asked for relief. I went up to the front of the class and
chose Jean to help me from the girls who raised their arms because she
was the only girl I was really familiar with at that point. When she
knelt down in front of me and grasped my cock, my eyes, which had been
half-shut at the soft touch of her hand, flew open as she started
jerking me off. I almost shot out of the chair I was sitting in as she
looked up at me and smiled. I was so horny at that point, though, that
as I settled back in my chair and watched as she gripped my cock and
stroked it a few times, my cock spurted out all over her and me,
causing me to collapse in the chair, my heart racing and my chest
pumping like crazy. No jerk-off session I ever had had been as great
as that. She said that it was good thing she wasn't dressed. I then
returned the favor after she told me how to get her off without eating
her.

After she had sat down, I knelt before her as I had seen Ted do last
class and I rubbed her breasts and nipples softly, causing her to
moan. I then moved a hand down between her legs. I got my first real
close look at a female's genitalia. Boy! What a sight. Anyway, I
brought her off again for the second time that morning. We helped each
other back to our desks. We were sitting next to each other. Since
then, we've become good friends.

After that, we headed for Gym class after stopping at our lockers to
get our sneakers and stuff. As we started down the hall, several girls
stopped us and asked me if they could feel me. I knew the rules and I
nodded yes. Jean watched me as some boys did the same to her. It was
quite a sensation to have four of five dressed girls rubbing my cock
and balls and other places. I lost whatever composure I had gained as
I felt my cock get hard again. I was never going to make it through
the day, never mind the week.


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 explained to him as I pulled his hands away.

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 stroking 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, so much so 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 through 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 told us how 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. 

She told us that Tom was still too nervous at that time to do anything
in second period, 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 stroked 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 a 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.

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