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Not your normal Naked In School Program.  Not in the NIS
Universe, for that matter.

P. Random

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Dana Naked in School (Mf Ff ff mf etc, exhib, naked, not NIS,
implied inc, sex ed) by pseudoRandom

Dana loved being naked in school.  It was a family tradition. 
Some families gave the town high school cheerleaders or football
stars, generation after generation.  The Partlows gave it a naked
girl.  Dana's older sisters, mother, and aunts had all been naked
in school, and now it was her turn.  And as a freshman, she had
three and a half years left to go.

  The popularity was the best part, as far as Dana was concerned.
 Getting to walk around naked was a blast, and the sex was fun,
but better than both, she was KNOWN.  By everybody.  No other
freshman was part of The Group, as they called themselves.  The
in crowd of jocks and cheerleaders.  They liked her.  They needed
her.  And it was all because she was naked as a jay-bird.

  Is was illegal as hell, of course.  But who was going to
complain?  Not a student.  They all loved it.  (They loved HER.)
Not a teacher.  She was screwing the principal every morning
before homeroom, and he was married to the president of the
school board.  Not a parent.  Dana's father was the sheriff.

  It wasn't all good, of course.  She knew from family experience
this was difficult to pull off in the coldest parts of winter,
especially coming and going from school.  The hand-me-down
full-length fur coat would help, as would getting a boyfriend
with a good car heater (she'd have to do that soon).  And then
there was a remarkable number of people -- especially boys -- who
thought that because she was nude she was a slut. This was, her
sisters had told her, especially bad after sex ed.

  This was part of the "program" Tina and Kiki had worked out
with Principal Skinner for letting a Partlow go naked in school
-- rules that Dana had inherited.  Every human time a Health
Class covered human reproductive issues, Dana was their
demonstrator.  The teachers demonstrated female reproductive
anatomy, sexual response, and technique on their teacher's aid. 
It was the best sex ed class in the state -- everyone went out of
there knowing not just the dangers of sex, but how be a good
lover.  No one else in the state knew this, of course, but the
school knew it was true.  So did the most important people in
town -- they were the most sought-after hosts in the state
swinger circuit for a reason.

  The difficult part wasn't the teacher demonstrations, though
the teacher's aid's body got demonstrated very thoroughly in
front of the entire class, but the practicum exams.  Everyone had
to show good sexual technique in an in-class exam.  Their grade
depended on whether they could get the naked girl to come. 
Everyone, boy or girl, who took sex ed had to do this.  Girls
could opt out, but only if they opted out of sex ed entirely
(which legally the school had to allow).  Usually this was only
the Mormons, but last year, a gay boy had also given it a pass,
rather than have to try and get it up for Kiki.

  According to Tina and Kiki, the weeks of sex ed were the worst
times for getting passes from students -- something about
participating in a sexuality demonstration, especially where you
came to orgasm, gave guys the idea.  Not that Tina had called it
"the worst" -- as far as she was concerned, it was "the best"
time.  Tina had been a roundheels -- still was, in fact: she
worked in Town Hall as a hospitality specialist. Kiki, however,
was far from the sexual athlete her older sister was, and had
wanted to ration her screwing for those she wanted to screw.

  Dana was fairly sure it would be a "worst" for her.  She wanted
to keep her status in The Group, and you didn't do that by
screwing just anyone.  You did that by screwing boyfriends of
Groupies who were saving their virginity until marriage.  Sluts
weren't allowed in The Group.  Tina and Kiki hadn't been members
-- Dana was the first Partlow.  But if the passes from other boys
and girls got any worse than they did now, it was going to be
danged hard to not be a slut and remain a Groupie.  She wasn't
sure how she'd handle sex education.

  Neither did the sex educators.  Which is why, one Monday
morning in October, Principal Skinner told her about a change in
her schedule.

  "Change?" Dana whimpered.  Skinner was screwing her from behind
as she was bent over his desk.  It was one of his favorite
positions, and when Skinner was enthusiastic, his technique
improved.  So at the moment, change didn't feel like a good idea.

  "Yes," he said, grunting between strokes.  "First -- period --
study -- hall -- Mr. -- Andrews's -- office -- seventh -- period
-- study -- hall -- Ms -- Markowicz."

  Since Dana was finally on the edge of coming, all she said was,
"Yesss!"  But she hadn't understood a word.  So it was just as
well that, when she left for homeroom, Ms Tomkins in the front
office gave her a copy of her new schedule for the next five
weeks.  Dana studied it during attendance and announcements
(ignoring the guy next to her as he tried to feel her up). 
Andrews and Markowicz were the school's P.E. (and sex ed)
teachers.  But sex ed didn't start until next week.  It said so
on her schedule, when she took Health seven periods a day for the
four weeks following.  So why study hall now?  And where was room
198, anyway?

  In the gym, it turned out.  That was Andrews's office as coach.
 And room 199, for seventh period, was Markowicz's.  Study hall?
Here?

  "Training," Andrews explained.  To Dana's blank look, he went
on, "This is your first year as teacher's aid for sex ed.  We
need to go over what to do and how to do it.  And also," he
smiled in a not very friendly manner, "find out how we'll work
together."

  That sounded ominous.  Normally, she liked Andrews -- he never
insisted she shower in the boys locker room, the way some boys
wanted -- but this looked like a part of the snappish side that
cheerleaders feared from their coach.  "Wh-what do you mean?"

  "You're helping us demonstrate aspects of human sexuality. 
Lena and I need you to obey any order we give you in class --
willingly, eagerly, and entirely.  ANY order."

  Oh, was that all.  "I can do that," Dana said brightly.

  "You can?"

  "Uh huh," eagerly nodding.

  "Okay then."  He tapped his desk, looking clearly amused.  "Sit
on the edge here with your legs spread open."

  Ah -- a test.  Without hesitating, she did so.  Andrews stood
in front of her, watching.

  "Show me your outer labia."

  She did so.

  "Inner labia.  Spread your labia for me.  Wider.  Show me your
clitoral hood.  Your clitoris.  Is it erect?"

  "Partway."  Which surprised her -- Skinner's screw had been a
half hour ago, and she'd long since come down (so to speak) from
that arousal.

  "Make it erect."

  Willingly.  Dana found that taking orders like this was
exciting, even when it sounded clinically cold.  Holding her lips
open with one hand, it took less than a minute of rubbing her
clit between two fingers of her other hand for her to come -- a
soft tremor lasting less than a second, typical for a first
orgasm.

  She showed Andrews her clit -- erect, it stood nearly an inch
long, and was visible between her puffy lips even when she stood
up.

  "Masturbate -- with fingers inside."

  She did so.  It excited her to do this for someone, while they
watched, so she watched too, bending over so she could see her
fingers slip inside her slippery snatch.  In just over a minute,
she came twice, the second lasting over a second and strong
enough to caused her breath to catch just slightly, for a moment.

  Andrews stopped her shortly after that.  He had her hold her
lips open while he examined her by touch.  She liked the way he
stroked her lips, and when he flicked her clit with his thumb,
she came again.  Then again, when he pushed two fingers inside
her up to his knuckles.  Again, when a third joined.  He
finger-fucked her for a minute, grinding his palm crushing her
clit -- that was good for three more.

  He stopped, disappointed (and disappointing her -- her orgasms
were starting to come closer).  He looked at his fingers with
annoyance, rubbing them together and sniffing them.  Something
about the smell startled him.

  "You came to orgasm?"

  Well, yes.  "Uh ... *yeah*."

  "When?  How long?"

  She counted quickly.  "Nine times, ea-- "

  "NINE?"

  Dana counted again -- had she missed one?  Nope.  "Uh huh."

  "Show me.  I mean, bring yourself to orgasm again."

  In her state, that was easy -- ten second of rapid rubbing and
she came again, more than a second long and almost hard enough to
make her shudder slightly.

  "That was it?"

  "Mr. Andrews?"

  "Not very demonstrative, are you," he said dryly.  As she
didn't know what to say to that, it was just as well he went on,
"As much as I'd like to explore your current command of
technique, I'm afraid we can't today."

  "No?"  Technique meant sex, and Dana was horny.  Now.

  In response, he pointed at the clock.  There were five minutes
left in the period.

  "We can be quick."

  He laughed.  "No, this requires more leisurely exploration. 
Off to your next class with you.  You'll get there early."

  Disappointed, Dana took her day pack and left the gym.  She
was, at the moment, really horny and needed to get off better. 
She was about to find a girl's bathroom and jill off, when a
voice stopped her.

  "Ms. Partlow."

  Dana stopped and turned around.  It was Mr. Tims, her math
teacher.

  "Since you don't seem to be in class, I was wondering if we
could talk about the score on your last quiz."

  Dana grinned.  Even better -- the teacher's lounge was just
around the corner.  "Sure!"

  This was the third clause of the "program" rules -- screw the
principal, be a sex ed prop, and screw the teachers.  The
difference between the first and last being that she had to let
Skinner screw her anywhere anytime he wanted.  Generally, this
was only before school started, but if something came up or he
couldn't get up, it was deferred to later in the day.  On the
other hand, teachers (and other administrators) could have her
only if it didn't interfere with class time -- between periods,
after school, or when she got caught in the hall with out a pass.
 And Tims had caught her perfectly.

  Dana was perfectly willing to go with Tims.  He was one of the
better ones -- quick and considerate.  They discussed her results
for the pop quiz he'd given at the beginning of the year a couple
times a week -- horizontally, on the bed in the teacher's lounge.
 Well, one of the teacher's lounges -- there was a second,
unofficial one where teachers who didn't like the naked student
program could relax.  Not that, as far as anyone could tell, the
Mormon teachers ever relaxed.  The bed had been brought in to
replace the couch when Kiki, her sophomore and junior years, had
taken to hanging out in the teacher's lounge -- cutting classes
to make herself available for teachers on their free period. 
Kiki stopped doing that when she'd gotten engaged to one, but the
bed remained, and Dana was grateful.

  Dana lead Tims into lounge and, without looking whether anyone
else was there, onto the bed.  Fortunately he was already hard,
and without any preliminary discussion, she and Tims began
working out how to add one plus one.

  Dana was horny, but it still took a minute before her first
orgasm came.  Then they came more rapidly, until finally, as Tims
came deep inside her, they were running a second apart.  Almost
good enough -- before she lost that good feeling, she pushed his
hand between them where they joined.  He got the message and,
holding himself up while still inside her, rubbed her clit hard.
She came, she came, came, came came until -- there -- she was
coming continuously.  Oh yes.

  Tims kept her going for twenty seconds before stopping.  He
never went longer than that, for some reason, though Dana was
good for far longer, as long as she was stimulated.  But it was
long enough to satisfy her -- to cut the edge.  And something
Skinner never managed to do.

  "I wouldn't mind a little of that," a deep voice rumbled.  Mr.
Ashland, history and civics -- Dana didn't have him this year. 
He was okay -- a really large cock, but he relied on his size and
didn't have much technique.

  Tims stood up and started pulling up his pants.  "You're a bit
late," he said.  The bell rang.  "That's the start of class."

  Dana got up with a small shrug-and-smile that said (she hoped)
"sorry gotta run."  Then she slipped out and scuttled to English,
arriving only a minute late.

  The rest of the day, till seventh period, was normal.  Mr.
Kirland liked to ogle her, so she sat in the front row with her
legs open.  Ms Wheaton didn't care so Dana sat in the back where
her fellow students could ogle.  Lunch, she sat with The Group,
where Fred Wompler gave her a hand-job (he liked to do that -- he
found the way she came fun to watch, for some reason) and she
gave Dale Carsons a blow-job under that table (he liked oral sex
but Cindi, while she put out for him, wouldn't swallow, so let
Dana do that instead).  Ms Moskowicz didn't like the disruption
Dana caused, so Dana sat in the front again, legs closed.  Which
was okay by Dana -- she liked science and how Moskowicz taught,
and this way she got to listen.  Mr. Tims, again front row, legs
open, and masturbating. Tims liked to watch that, as long as her
orgasms didn't become too obvious to the class -- and they
usually weren't.

  Seventh period, she normally had gym with Andrews.  With some
trepidation, she instead she went to Ms. Markowicz's.

  Markowicz sat behind her desk and looked at Dana as she stood
in front of her.  Dana did her best not to fidget, but it was
hard.  Dana didn't know Markowicz except by her tough reputation.
 Finally Markowicz said,

  "Chuck says you have small orgasms."

  "Uh, well, at first."

  The football coach that no player dared to cross cocked her
head to one side.  "How so?"

  "I mean, the first ones, when they're far apart, those are
quiet.  But then they get closer and run together, and it's
longer."

  "And more obvious?"

  "I suppose."

  "Can you show me?"

  "Pardon?"

  Markowicz gestured to empty chair.  "Can you frig yourself till
you come now?"

  Gratefully, Dana sat down.  This, she could do.  For all the
intimidation, she was still fairly aroused from the show she'd
given Tims.  Thirty seconds jilling, and she came.

  When Dana stopped, Markowicz looked at her oddly.  "That was
it?"

  "Uh huh."

  "You know, it's going to be very hard to grade that.  Couldn't
you yelp or gasp, or at least breathe a little harder when you
come?"

  "Well, like I said, it gets more obvious later.  I can show
you,"  Dana explained eagerly, starting to jill again.  She was
just horny enough she wanted to finish what she started.

  "No, wait," Markowicz said, holding up her hands.  "Let's do
this together, more systematically.  So first, now that the
locker room's empty, go into the showers and wash out that
no-doubt spermy twat of yours."

  The showers were odd, empty of classmates out in the gym.  Dana
rinsed out as she was told, bringing herself off only twice --
she wanted to come continuously, but Markowicz wanted to watch.

  When she came out, Markowicz smiled.  "That's better -- I'll do
cream pies, but not stale ones."

  The gym teacher led Dana to a small room in the back of the
lockers -- a storage closet that had been converted into
Markowicz's love shack.  Dana had never been inside before, and
was surprised to see how comfortable it was -- and how
well-decorated.  The bed was soft, and the sheets clean.  When
the door was closed, Markowicz took Dana's face in her hands,
turned the girl to face her, and kissed her.

  Deeply.  Very deeply.  Dana liked to kiss girls, and this
extended to liking to kiss women, but she REALLY liked kissing
Markowicz.  She kissed good.  Dana put her arms around her and
held her warm body close.

  When they broke, Dana was panting.  Markowicz undressed, lay
Dana down on the bed, and made love to the girl.

  Not screwed, Dana realized.  Made love -- and did it well. 
Which shouldn't have surprised her.  Markowicz was an experienced
dyke -- if she hadn't been, she couldn't have been football
coach.  She was known for making passes at girls -- and for
taking no for an answer, which kept it from being creepy to the
straight or religious girls.  She also took yes for an answer,
and always gave the girl a good time.  She also, every year, took
a girl under her wing as her special student, her steady. She
hadn't made a pass at Dana in the two months since the start of
the year, and now Dana was feeling disappointed.  She'd love
girl-sex -- well, woman-sex -- like this.

  That was as far as Dana's thoughts got, because with the help
of a truly excellent tongue, Markowicz got her to coming
continuously.  She kept Dana going for over a minute before
stopping.

  Markowicz moved up the bed to lie next to Dana, running her
fingers up and down Dana's body.  Dana shivered and reached over
to cup the woman's breast.

  "You're right -- that is more noticeable.  How long can you
go?"

  Dana swallowed.  "Try me," she said with a dry throat.

  Markowicz laughed.  She was, Dana realized, beautiful when she
laughed.  Why didn't she do that more often?  "Maybe later.  I'm
sure that would drain you, and first we need to explore."

  And explore they did.  Markowicz learned that Dana came to a
small orgasm remarkably easily, especially near or after a
"platform orgasm," as she called it.  She'd even come with just
nipple stimulation.  Dana, in turn, learned that the woman liked
to have her muff munched and to call her Lena.  They had so much
fun, Dana wasn't even disappointed the later platform orgasm
didn't happen.

  When the girls came back to the locker room to change from gym,
Dana joined her classmates in the showers.  She helped Tami and
Tara both soap up and rinse off, and they did the same for her. 
Where both "soaping up" and "rinsing off" included a hand job. 
This was separately, alas -- when Tami showered off with more
than one girl, she usually forgot herself and let herself be
kissed, and Dana liked to make out with a girl who tasted as good
as Tami.

  After school, Dana usually stayed in the girl's locker room --
this was why she liked P.E. last period.  Most of The Group were
cheerleaders and football players, and this way she got to hang
with them, even if she wasn't one.  And Dana knew she'd never be
a cheerleader -- too short, too skinny, and too small a bust. 
Which was okay -- she didn't need to be a cheerleader to be in
The Group, and cheering would take away from time after school --
not to mention, she'd have to deal with Mr. Andrews snapping at
her every time she muffed a routine.

  No, it was more fun to hang out in the locker room as the girls
changed, making out with whoever wanted to, and going over to the
boy's side when there was a request for her services.  Which she
always did.  She wasn't a slut -- she fended off advances, and
propositions, and fondles, and even assaults all day, but she'd
screw anyone in the The Group who wanted, even if she didn't like
them.  After all, even aside from the fact that this service kept
her in The Group, it was the boys in The Group who protected her
from those assaults.

  After practice, she retrieved her books from Lena's office and
coat from her locker, and caught a ride with Tony.  Tony was a
senior tight end, and so a solid member of The Group, who dated
Tami, who wasn't in The Group except insofar as girlfriends were
honorary members.  Dana liked Tony because he had a car with a
big back seat (and good heater) and he had Tami.  Tami was Dana's
closest friend and favorite girl to make out with.  And Tony's
car was big enough that all three could have sex together in
back.  Because Tony liked to watch, Tami was willing to make out
with Dana even without Tony getting involved, but it was better
when Tony made it a threesome and Tami lost her
self-consciousness.

  All in all, Dana liked riding with Tony, even when it made her
get home closer to five then four.  All in all, it was a very
good Monday.

  The rest of the week was as good as the start.  Often it was
better -- Lena and Chuck (as Mr. Andrews became) tutored her in
the sexual techniques they were going to teach starting next
week, some of which Dana hadn't known and was delighted to learn.
 They also taught her to make a little gasp when she came -- she
didn't always remember, but she figured she'd be able to in
class.

  Chuck turned out to be as good at sex as Lena -- he'd just as
much experience teaching as she did, after all.  He also, that
Tuesday, apologized to her for being so mean the day before.  It
turned out he'd been told by Principal Skinner that she was
frigid -- willing, but she never came.  "Yeah, well, that's
because he's a horrible lover," Dana replied, and he laughed, and
showed her another position.

  Not that "study hall" was all sex -- Dana also had to learn
like a ton of facts and figures and terms and descriptions, all
of it as well as the teachers.  But Dana was willing to learn, if
it meant sex as good as they gave.  And Thursday, Lena finally
experimented with how long Dana could sustain a platform orgasm.
The first one lasted 6 minutes, 34 seconds, with a second one
starting 7 seconds later.  After 15'25", Lena gave up.  It was
just as well -- Dana was too drained by the experience to do
anything but lay there in ecstasy.  Or fall asleep afterwards. 
Lena left her to nap in the love nest until she herself went
home, giving her a ride.  Which was very sweet of her.

  So mostly it was a good week.  There was one bad incident, an
assault.  Once, five boys led by her brother Rick managed to
corner her in the door of a boy's bathroom, and almost forced her
inside.  If they'd done that, they almost certainly would have
made her screw them.  As it was, their fondling started pretty
rough, and only Tony and two linemen breaking up the circle
prevented it from getting that far.

  This was a typical assault, except that, in breaking it up,
Tony punched her brother.  Giving him a black eye fine by Dana --
Rick the Dick was one the worst preachers of the naked = slut
gospel -- but it got Tony in trouble from the school (detention
for a week) and Dickhead in trouble with Daddy (grounded for a
week).  Dickhead grounded that meant he was home all the time,
making it harder to stay out of his way.

  As long as she was never alone with the Dick -- or just the
youngest kids -- Dana was okay.  Dickhead didn't dare try
anything in front of Daddy, and Mom, who knew about these kinds
of trouble from her own days naked in school, didn't stand for
any nonsense.  Tina intimidated the Dickhead, and Sam, Dana's
oldest younger brother, was big enough, even at thirteen, to
cause Rick problems, or at least go get help.  As long as Dana
stayed with one of them, she was okay.

  Dana didn't know what the Dick's problem was.  He hadn't been
nearly this bad during the two years he'd been in school with
Kiki, until she'd graduated.  But then, Kiki was older than him
and well-protected by the teachers, including her fiance.  Maybe
Dickhead thought The Group didn't protect Dana as well as
teachers.  But you'd think he'd learned by now.

  Either way, Rick's grounding made home a little more difficult
for Dana.  Whenever Daddy was home, Dana stuck close to him, even
though it meant wearing clothes, and stayed in Sam's room the
rest of the time.  She even slept there -- Sam didn't mind. 
Heck, he wouldn't mind if she slept naked in his bed all the
time.  It was very sweet.  Other friends thought
thirteen-year-old brothers a pain, but Dana loved her Sam, and
let him touch her all he wanted.

  That Friday was an away game, so Dana couldn't go with the
team.  Not that the team (and even many of the cheerleaders)
wouldn't have loved to have Dana along -- "as a mascot," as one
guy put it.  But Dana couldn't be naked in another town, and if
she had to wear clothes, what was the point?  So instead, she
went over to Tami's house for a party.  When away games were too
far away for Tami to drive to, Tami held a party.  Otherwise, of
course, she went to watch Tony play.

  Dana liked parties at Tami's house.  They always played spin
the bottle, and Dana liked that -- even if she was always chosen
when someone had a forfeit.  That was part whole naked = slut
thing.  Not that she minded helping anyone at this party pay
their forfeit -- she knew them all -- they were friends.  But the
assumption hurt, at least until she'd had sex a couple times --
after that, she forgot to resent it.

  It was a good party, and Dana ended up sleeping over in Tami's
room.  Tami didn't want to make out, but she at least snuggled in
bed, and any bed away from the Dickhead was good.

  Later that morning, Chuck picked her up and took to Lena's
house, where three, all together for the first time, went over
the lesson plan one last time.  The tutoring was fun -- Lena and
Chuck were even better in a threesome than in a couple --
especially since, as a lesbian, Lena did nothing with Chuck so
they both were focused on Dana.  Very fun.  Dana and Lena
continued after Chuck left, and Dana ended up sleeping over. 
She'd never stayed overnight with a teacher before.  Dana stayed
through a lazy, playful Sunday as well, coming home just in time
for dinner -- the first time she'd spent an entire weekend out.

  The next day, sex ed started.  For two weeks, Lena taught sex
ed to her morning gym classes in a biology lab room, and Chuck --
or Mr. Andrews, as she had to remember to call him -- to his
afternoon classes. Then they switched.  Which gave Dana a lighter
load, the second half of sex ed, as Chuck didn't teach first
period nor Lena last period.  Dana needed the lighter load --
who'd thought teaching sex could be harder than being a student
in a classroom?

  It didn't start out hard, the first few days.  Those were
mostly taken up with reproductive anatomy, contraception, and
STDs.  All she had to do was sit on the lab bench in front,
displaying the female external genitalia, and once a period,
demonstrate the meaning of fellatio and cunnilingus, and how to
correctly apply a condom.  (When Lena taught, they used a
volunteer penis from the class.  Dana was glad that, as a junior,
Dickhead didn't take P.E. -- she didn't want to do any of this
with him.)

  But then came the more intimate demonstrations.  Everyone had
to give Dana head and have sex with her, at least once each,
before the test.  There was a schedule.  Each class cycled
through practicing with Dana at least three times, and couple of
the faster classes (Chuck's) started a fourth round.

  That was a lot of sex to demonstrate on a cot in a bio lab -- a
couple dozen times a class for six classes a day wore a girl out.
 After the first day of this, Dana was tired, but still managed
to visit her friends in practice.  After the second, she was too
tired and sore for that.  After the third, which was a Friday
home game, she forced herself to watch the game, but went home
afterwards instead of to the victory party.  She had all weekend
to recover -- with Dickhead off groundation, she could sleep at
home.  So Monday wasn't so bad, but the rest of the second week,
she spent most of the time not in school in bed -- alone.

  Despite the work involved, Dana loved it.  She'd thought
demonstrating sex with half the freshmen and sophomores in the
school would be -- well, not demeaning exactly.  Anonymous --
without connection.  Instead, it was intimate.  She got to know,
close up and personally, every one of those girls and boys -- not
just by name, but by body.  Their smell, their taste, their
touch, their technique.  How they came.  She'd thought she was
well-known before teaching sex ed -- now a quarter of the school
knew her completely.

  It wasn't all roses, of course.  Some of the guys grumbled
about having to give head, instead of receiving it.  Both Lena
and Chuck squashed that flat.  "Everyone knows how to give a
blow-job," as Chuck put it, "you're here to learn how to
reciprocate."  So the boys did it, and even liked it.  "It's your
taste," Lena told Dana later, "you're so sweet, no one minds
going down on you."

  And then there were the passes.  Since Dana was only in the
halls before and after lunch, she only got a little of it, but
that little was still more than she'd been subjected to before
sex ed.

  The best of them asked for "tutoring."  Which was cute the
first dozen times.  Somehow, those boys didn't realize how
unoriginal this was.  But they were better than the fondlers, who
in turn were better than the molesters -- the difference being
whether they reached directly into her snatch.  No one actually
assaulted her, but that was because a few of The Group took it
upon themselves to escort her to and from the cafeteria.  Dana
thanked them as best she could, but that wasn't very well, given
how tired she was.

  The last two days, the testing days, were the hardest of all. 
It was one thing to demonstrate sex.  It was another to
repeatedly come to orgasm all day.  By that time, all the classes
had recognized how much more easily she came once she'd already
come, and didn't want to go first.  If she hadn't showered
between classes (escorted too and from the locker room), it
wouldn't have mattered except at the start of the day -- as it
was, she was still fairly aroused, at the start of succeeding
periods, at least enough to help.

  The end of the last period, Dana wanted to go home and curl up
and sleep for a week.  But she couldn't -- not only was it a home
game, it was Homecoming.  She couldn't miss the Homecoming game.
She was almost cranky about sitting in the stands -- not only did
she have to pay attention, but in late October, it was cold
enough she had to wear a coat.  The home team won, of course --
you always won Homecoming, it's a rule -- but Dana was cranky
enough and tired enough she didn't go down to the locker room to
thank the boys personally for the win.  She'd been planning to do
that since the start of the year, but she was too tired to pull a
train.  She'd been pulling one all day.

  After that, she went home to sleep.  She hoped Cindi didn't
mind she wasn't at the victory party.  But she was too pooped to
party as a substitute girlfriend.

  The next day was the Homecoming Dance.  Dana slept in as late
as she could get away with, to rest up for the dance.  She was
going as Lena's date, and REALLY wanted to give her mentor a good
time.  By this point, Dana had a full-blown crush on Lena --
something she only realized because of how thrilled she was when
Lena asked her out.

  Not that, as it turned out, she got to dance with her date
often.  Lena was a chaperone, not a student.  So Dana danced with
others.  She didn't find it difficult to find partners.  A naked
girl at a dance rarely does.  (She'd worn a dress at home when
her parents had seen her off -- she'd told Daddy she was going
stag and Ms Markowicz had offered a ride, but Mom knew better. 
Mom had gotten Dana a dress she could take off in the car and
tied the cutest little tiny pink bow in her pubic hair. Dana
really loved her mother.)  A naked girl can dance with as many
people as she wants.

  Sometimes she danced one-on-one with a Groupie, sometimes she
danced in a crowd.  Once she almost got in trouble, when a group
of jerks surrounded her and started herding her off the floor. 
Dana didn't notice because she liked dancing a good
bump-and-grind, and there were grinders and bumpers all around
her.  It was when Dana wasn't watching that the worst assaults
happened.

  Lena, however, was watching, and sent in a group of
cheerleaders to rescue her.  Most boys don't realize, but
cheerleaders are strong -- they have to be, to perform those
routines.  Plus they fight dirty -- they have to, to get on the
team.  So the girls went in, broke up the guys (giving the
Dickhead a bruised arch in the process) and herded Dana back onto
the middle of the floor.  Dana barely noticed what had happened.
All she knew was that the boys had been replaced by girls, and
she liked doing the bump-and-grind with girls even more than with
boys.

  The cheerleaders protected her for the rest of the night,
keeping her in the center of the floor as they traded off dancing
with Dana and with their dates.  The only time Dana didn't dance
with cheerleaders, she was slowdancing with Lena.  But that was
only the once.  The other slow dances, she was in a group
girlhug.  She liked girlhugs even better than bump-and-grinds. 
Someone almost always finger-fucked her in a slowdance girlhug.

  But even that wasn't the best part of the night.  That was when
the Homecoming King and Queen were announced.  Not that Dana was
Queen, of course.  Denise was captain of the cheerleaders, going
steady with Brad, captain of the football team.  There was no
question about their being Queen and King.  No, the surprise to
Dana was that she'd come in second, with a quarter of the
school's vote.  This was, for a freshman, absolutely amazing, and
she was delighted by the news.

  Dana stayed after to help clean up the gym, even though she
wasn't on the dance committee, because Lena did so.  Then Lena
took her home and made long, slow love to her for two hours.  And
that, Dana thought later, was even better than coming in second
for Queen.  It was close, though.

  The second two weeks of sex ed were easier than the first.  Not
better, but easier.  She had only four periods to assist with,
which helped.  But that meant she had her regular first period
class again -- not seventh, though, for while Chuck released her
from study hall, Lena continued tutoring her in the love shack. 
And that meant a period of history (ugh!) and more come-ons in
the hallways (ugh squared!).

  At first, Dana thought the come-ons were worse because now the
rest of the freshman and sophomore classes also knew her
intimately. But it wasn't just that -- it was also that she spent
more time exposed in the hallway more.  And once sex ed ended,
she realized, it would only get worse.  Something would have to
be done about that.  But she'd think about that later -- she was
too tired, now.  For while her teaching load was lighter -- she
managed to meet her friends for practice one day out of two -- it
was still enough to tire her out.  Especially when she did go to
practice and all the freshman and sophomore alternate
squad-members wanted her help showering -- which she couldn't
refuse, now that she knew them all so intimately.

  The day of her last sex ed exam was a home game, so Dana went.
(The game between had been an away game -- another school's
Homecoming, in fact, giving the school their first loss of the
season.)  She even enjoyed herself, despite having to wear her
coat.  This was mostly because she sat with the alternate
cheerleaders.

  Since the dance, the alternates had been very friendly with
Dana.  Part of it was their intimate knowledge of her, at least
for the underclasswomen in sex ed, but events at the dance also
helped.  Dana had danced with -- and now scrubbed down -- all of
the cheerleaders, including the alternates.  That had broken down
a lot of barriers.  Alternate cheerleaders didn't get to be part
of The Group, and yet Dana -- who until then had been very
careful to stay in The Group and shower only with Groupies -- had
not only not minded but welcomed their attentions.  And since
most of them didn't yet have boyfriends on the football team, the
alternates were very open to having a little fun with another
girl -- that's one reason they'd joined the squad in the first
place.  None of them had minded, particularly, that Dana hadn't
scrubbed them down -- they knew about social-climbing priorities
-- but they'd liked discovering she wasn't as exclusive as the
rest of The Group.

  Before sex ed, Dana probably would have been exclusive, at
least when other members of The Group could see.  But it was
different now.  She'd had sex with each of these girls at least
four times, and some of them had even done a little
something-something on the dance floor -- and in the showers.  At
this point, as far she was concerned, the alternates were as good
as being in The Group.  It's what she want to believe, anyway --
and to sit on the laps of friendly, sexy girls all game, she'd
believe a lot.

  Friendly, sexy, enthusiastic, fun, sharing, and all around good
pals.  Throughout the game, they passed her from one lap to the
next, petting and finger-fucking and even, when the roaring crowd
hid things, letting her give them head.  For though Dana would
have willingly screwed in public, none of them were.  They did,
after all, have a reputation to maintain.

  After the game, Dana went down to the locker room.  She
intended to give the team the thanks she hadn't been up for two
weeks ago.  She hadn't expected, at the start of the game, to be
up for it now, but after making out for the entire game, her body
was buzzing.  She was up for it.  She was ready.  She wanted to
thank them for the win.

  That was her intention, at any rate.  But when she saw Lena in
the locker room, she knew she had to thank the coach, first and
foremost.  Which she did -- a long, deep kiss from a naked girl.

  It was a hit.  The entire team hooted and hollered at the
sight.  Some of them knew she'd come down there for them, but
they didn't mind this at all.  Sure, a bit of something from Dana
was good, but Coach Markowicz, who was leading them through a
winning season, she deserved something too -- and it fun to watch
girl-on-girl.

  In the end, the boys only saw heavy petting, not two lezbos
screwing.  When Coach broke the kiss, she waved them down and
said, "All right boys, have fun at the party.  I'll get out of
your hair and take my girl elsewhere."  Which got her another
cheer, even louder than before.  A coach's permission to party is
never to be turned down lightly.  Besides, there were
cheerleaders who might come by later.

  Dana was, herself, just about in heaven.  Lena had called her
"her girl."  Did that mean she was the special one, her chosen
steady for the semester?  If so, that would be the totally best.
Dana loved her even more than she had Lily Flowers back in eighth
grade, before Lily'd moved away, and that had been an even bigger
crush than on Mr. Stanley, the math teacher who'd taken her
virginity.

  And, in fact, so it was.

  Lena took Dana back to the love nest, and after at nice long
session with the double-headed dildo, they had a nice long talk.
Lena asked Dana to be her steady.  There were conditions, of
course, but Dana barely heard that.  It wasn't like she'd
expected it them to be exclusive.  Lena was a teacher, so of
course she'd shag students.  That was, as far as Dana knew, what
teachers did (if they weren't Mormon), and Lena liked shagging he
students too much for her to give up that -- Dana wouldn't have
wanted to and didn't want her lover to.  Every girl Lena shagged,
Dana shagged, if only vicariously.  And Lena didn't expect her to
give up shagging anyone, either.

  "You couldn't do it if you tried," Lena put it.  Which kind of
hurt Dana, until Lena explained she meant that Dana wasn't a slut
-- she was just easy, what with being an exhibitionist turning
her on all the time.  Besides, there were all the things she did
for The Group, and Dana wasn't about to give up that.  Which Dana
agreed was true.  She wasn't giving up The Group, not after all
she'd done for them so far.

  Nor did she.  She drifted out of the core Group, however.  She
was still too useful to the virgins and squeamish, and to boys
without girlfriends, to cast her out.  But more and more, she
started hanging with the cheerleaders, many of whom happened to
be Groupies, than hanging with The Group.  Cheerleaders, Dana
found, were even better hallway protectors than linebackers. 
Linebackers were tough -- cheerleaders, whether alternate or on
the squad, were downright mean.  A girl protected by a small
cloud of them, no one messed with -- not after the first couple
times, anyway.  Best of all, Dana could thank them more openly
and more freely than she could the football players.  Most of the
players had girlfriends, and she had to be careful who she
screwed without permission.  But no one minded when she screwed a
cheerleader, even when she had a boyfriend.

  Nor, for that matter, did Dana's own boyfriend.  Jonathan
wasn't in The Group -- another reason she wasn't core; core
Groupies only dated other Groupies -- and she'd never have looked
to him if Lena hadn't pointed her at him.  But he was the perfect
boyfriend for her purposes.  He was a quiet, intelligent boy, one
of the brains, but not geeky.  Nothing nerdy about him, once you
paid attention.  Best of all, he was too busy to go out on dates,
and didn't mind when she did.  Dana got a smooth ride in a warm
car, and rewarded him (after school only, usually) with as good a
screw as she could give.  Which Jonathan didn't mind at all.  The
only reason he'd never dated was he thought he didn't have time
for a girlfriend, but Dana was not only low maintenance, but a
good lay.  And after she'd tutored him a while, so was he.

  Dana liked the sweet boy well enough -- he even gave her a
present for her fifteenth birthday -- but he was only her
boyfriend.  Even the girls she showered with were closer to her
heart than Jonathan.  But closer still was Lena.  And seventh
period was theirs -- for Dana never went to another gym class
that year.  Chuck gave her an A for the year, for her hard work
during sex ed (she rewarded him with as much sex as he wanted,
for that gesture).  So instead of going out on the gym floor, she
went into Lena's love nest, and they had each other to
themselves. After, at the end of gym and during practice, they
shared themselves with other girls, but first, they were alone. 
And Dana liked it just that way.

  And that's how Dana's first year naked in school turned out.


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