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Naked In School: About Ron
 Copyright 2003 by silli_artie@hotmail.com
  This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the
prior express written permission of the author.  A work of
fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not an
adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.  Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else.  I welcome constructive
comments.  Enjoy.

Tuesday Afternoon

Gwen

A good thing about The Program -- you don't spend a lot of time
getting dressed after P.E.  All I needed was a quick shower,
towel down, give my hair a quick brush, put on my sandals, and
go.

I was really hungry -- Coach had those of us who could swim
fairly well swimming laps.  I decided about the third lap that I
wasn't going out for the swim team any time soon.  Once I got to
the cafeteria, and I got there before the lines were too long, I
got two big slices of pizza, some pudding, and  two cartons of
milk.  Another advantage of The Program -- if you're naked, you
don't pay for lunch.

I saw Ron sitting in the corner, same place as yesterday.  Some
other kids were sitting with him.

Oh God -- Ms. Rhodes was sitting across from him!  It was too
late -- Ron saw me and waved.  I sat down next to him.  He put an
arm around me and gave me a squeeze.

I couldn't help it -- after that class, seeing Ms. Rhodes again,
I was turned on.  I'd never felt anything like what I'd felt in
her arms.  I could feel the whole thing -- my nipples getting
tight, getting hot and wet between my legs, and I knew I was
blushing like crazy.


Gloria

When I got to the caf I was like six people behind Gwen in line
-- she was pretty easy to spot.  I did my usual, cheeseburger,
fries, and a coke.

What was going on between Ron and Gwen?  They were sitting
together, and she was looking turned on, and embarrassed about
it!  He looked better than he had last night; I wasn't going to
give him up without a fight, and I don't fight fair.

I sat across from them, and only as I was sitting down did I
figure I was next to Ellen Rhodes, the school nurse.

"Hi, Gloria -- how are you doing?" Ellen asked me.

"Great," I told her with a smile.

"I talked to your mom this morning," she mentioned.

I nodded.  "We're going to see her this afternoon, right, Ron?" I
looked to him with a smile.

He nodded.

"That's great!" Ellen told us.  She looked around, and said in a
softer voice, "Before she helped me, the scar on my chest went
from my navel all the way to here."  She touched a spot on her
throat.

"Wow," Gwen said, "You can't even see the rest of it anymore!"

I was confused -- how had they seen her scar?

Ellen nodded, looking at Ron.  "You have to look really close to
spot anything.  She's really good.  She also helps a lot of
people get rid of tattoos."

I thought about the calendar and got a tingle between my legs. 
"Yeah, they do that once a month, and I think tomorrow night is
the next one."

Ellen told Gwen she needed to go by Ms. Kelsey's office after she
finished eating.

Gwen nodded -- why was that girl getting redder by the second? 
What the fuck was going on?  I could see both Ron's hands, so
that wasn't it.

Ellen asked them how The Program was going.  Ron said it was
going okay.  That surprised me, and really pissed off Gwen -- she
told us that Kevin had been harassing him, and really lit into
Ellen about how the two Junior kids had been treated earlier, and
why the hell wasn't there a teacher out there to protect them? 
And then a bunch of guys ganged up on the girl, and Gwen and an
Angel managed to rescue her, but not before she'd been hurt.  I'd
never seen Gwen so pissed off!  And the look she had told you
that she wasn't someone you wanted pissed off at you!

Ellen nodded and said she'd seen the girl, and thanked Gwen for
all she'd done.  Ellen practically admitted there'd been a fuckup
in the morning; now they'd have two teachers on duty on Tuesday
mornings, and yes, that was a critical time.

And when she smiled at Gwen, it made that girl squirm even more!
What was going on?

Ellen talked about how even though only a few kids were naked
every week, everyone was in The Program -- everyone was affected
by it.

And as she talked, Gwen wolfed down her pizza.  She picked up her
tray and said, "Got to go see Ms. Kelsey."  Then she gave Ron a
little kiss on the top of his head.  Not a lovey-kiss, more the
kind you'd give a little kid.  And Ron sort of flinched and
frowned.  That made me smile.

Ellen told her, "Gwen, thanks for all your help.  Please drop by
and talk to me if there's anything you need, or you see things we
should be doing."

Gwen blushed red from her tits to her toes, and practically ran
from the cafeteria!

Well, I wasn't about to let anyone else do it -- I moved to sit
next to Ron.

He'd finished his burger, and was eating some green things that
looked like peas.  I took one off his plate, managing to put an
arm around him and brush his other hand with mine.

"What are these?" I asked him, all smiles (and sex).

"Edamame," he said, "Soybeans.  Squeeze them between your teeth;
you don't eat the pod, just the beans inside."

I tried mine.  It was kind of bland.

Ms. Rhodes laughed.  "They're really healthy -- lots of protein
and fiber, practically fat-free."

Yeah, practically taste-free too.

Ron actually laughed a bit!  "That's what we had instead of
French fries, candy bars, and junk food -- I always had some with
me.  They make a good snack."

What the hell; I had another one.  They didn't taste bad.  I gave
Ron a squeeze and he smiled.  I felt a whole lot better!


Gwen

I don't know how I felt as I left Ms. Kelsey's office to go to
class; wiped out, I guess.  In the cafeteria, when Ms. Rhodes
looked at me, the way she looked at me and smiled -- I've never
felt to hot in my life!  And as I moved in that plastic chair, I
realized I was wet as well!  I hope I didn't cause a scene
leaving, but I just had to get the hell out of there.

Ms. Kelsey was cool.  We talked about the junior kids, and she
apologized; a teacher should have been there.  We talked about
what I'd seen, and had me sign statements.

I guess I wasn't hot and horny anymore, just pissed off.  Why? 
Why do kids do those things, act so mean?  Why do adults do those
things?  I don't understand it.  I headed to History.


Joyce

I looked up to see Ellen in my doorway.  "Hello there!  Talk
about the kids?" I suggested.

She sat down as she asked, "Was Gwen cooperative?"

I nodded.  "When she wasn't giving me shit for what's happened to
Ron and those poor juniors, yes."

Ellen managed a rueful smile and nodded in agreement.  "Same
thing happened to me at lunch.  How did she look when she came
in?"

I had to think about that.  "Flustered, I guess.  Why?"

Ellen sighed.  "She responded extremely well in class this
morning.  Then at lunch, she had a hard time making eye contact
with me.  When she did, I think it hit her hard -- she
practically ran out of the cafeteria."

I nodded.  "What next?"

She shrugged.  "Be here, do what we can.  I still don't know
what's between her and Ron, if anything."

My turn to smile.  "I've got an idea on that one."

"Yes?"

"It came out in bits as we talked a while ago.  She has a little
brother -- about the same age as Ron when his father put him in
the hospital."

"Transferred then, not sexual?"

"Oh, I think there are sexual undercurrents; you told me she
responded extremely well.  But if I'm right, the main driving
force is transference, protecting her little brother."

"Sounds about right."  Ellen frowned.  "Does she have family
problems?  What's she protecting her brother against?"

I nodded.  "I sounded her out on that.  Best I can tell,
everything is fine.  I'm going to call her parents anyway, just
to check."

Ellen nodded seriously.  "Good.  I've figured out something else
about Ron."

"Yes, what?"

"Both from this morning, and from lunch.  Oh, Gloria, Doctor
Saunders' daughter, has the hots for him.  Joyce, that boy is
touch starved.  They way he responded in my arms -- he didn't
want me to let go, and the way he responded to Gloria -- more
than anything, I think he needs someone to hold him."

I sighed.  "Not surprising, I guess.  But that's the case with so
many kids, with parents being so busy and trying to replace love
and affection with trinkets and toys."

"He really has it bad..."

"And you think Gloria wants to give him the cure?  Is he going to
see Doctor Saunders?"

Ellen smirked.  "Yes on both...  I gather he's going to see her
today."

I nodded.  "That should help."

"I told the kids how much she helped me," Ellen said softly.

I nodded.  I'd talked with her in the past.  Too often the damage
goes much deeper than scars on the skin.


Ron

I waited for Gwen outside History.  I saw her walking down the
hall.  I'm not sure how she looked -- mad, tired, I'm not sure
what.  She smiled a little, though.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.  "What did they want?"

She sighed.  "Paperwork about the crap with Kevin this morning. 
It's okay."

She didn't look like it was okay.  I took her hand and squeezed
it a little.  "Thank you for your help."

That made her smile again.  She opened her mouth, but before she
could say a word, the bell rang.  She leaned over and gave me a
kiss on the cheek!  We went into class.


Gloria

I ran out of my last class to get to the South door to meet Ron.
Well, to protect him as well, after what happened this morning.

"No running in the halls, miss!" a voice called out behind me.

I tried to slow down, but I had to get like most of the way
across the school.

"What's the hurry?"

I looked around, and there was Coach Tatman, one of the swim
coaches.  I figured he would understand.  "I need to get to the
South door, for Ron."

He nodded, and smiled.  "That's where I'm headed -- follow me."

He started like yelling, "Coming through!" and cut a path through
all those kids.

We arrived at the door along with three Angels, and that Gwen
chick.  A  bunch of the usual hyenas were there too, but they saw
us and split, like quick.

"Hey, Gwen -- how are you doing?" I asked her.  She looked
frazzled, and still kind of pissed off.

She shook her head as she grabbed her clothes.  "I've got to go
-- take good care of Ron, please?  And the Juniors?"

One of the Angels, the tall blonde one, said, "Don't worry -- we
will."

Yeah, I thought, I'll take really good care of Ron.

The two Junior kids showed up, and it would have been funny if it
weren't so fucking sad.  The way they looked around the corner of
the door you'd thought they were mice and there was a mob of
hungry cats waiting outside.  Well, I guess until we showed up,
there were.  Two Angels helped them, and walked them to the
parking lot.

Ron finally showed up, yakking in Japanese with this Japanese
guy.  They shook hands and the Japanese guy walked off.

"Hi, sweetie," I told him, holding the box with his stuff in it.

He smiled at me -- he has a great smile.  "Hi.  Thanks."

"How was the afternoon?" I asked as he got dressed.  He didn't
have much to put on.

"Oh, okay.  We going to see your mom?"

I nodded.  "Yup."  That's the first stop, anyway...  "Let's go."
I put an arm around him as we walked off.


Ron

We went to Doctor Saunders' office, and didn't have to wait very
long.  A nurse took me in, I got to wear one of those charming
gown things, and they took my height and weight.  After a few
minutes of sitting alone, the doctor came in.

I'd had a physical before starting school.  She gave me a much
more thorough one, including looking at my shoulder and my
stomach under a really bright light, and with a magnifier.  She
poked and pushed at my stomach a while, then had me sit up.

It was kind of funny.  She had me stick my right arm out, then
moved it around a lot.  She had one hand on my elbow, and the
other was moving around on my shoulder.  It was like she was
looking through her fingers.  Minori did that when she worked on
fishing nets -- she would be looking at me or someone else,
talking, and her fingers were working away.

She called in another gal, who came in with what looked like
color cards.

"Ron, Nelia is a miracle worker at color matching," she told me.
"One of the things we can do temporarily is dye the spots on your
shoulder to match the surrounding skin color.  It's a temporary
dye which lasts about two weeks.  It's also color-fast, so you
won't have any problems in the pool.  Is that something you'd
like to do?  It's purely cosmetic, but I believe it will help."

I thought about it, and not too long.  "Yes," I told them.  "That
would help."

"Good," the doctor told me.  "But there is another aspect I'm
more concerned with.  Do you know what adhesions are?"

I shook my head.  "No."

She nodded.  "Feel the skin on the back of your hand.  Do it for
me, please."

I felt the back of my hand.

"Move the skin around a bit," she told me.  I did that, pushing
things around.

"For the most part," she explained, "your skin isn't attached to
the underlying tissues -- think of it like a form-fitting piece
of clothing.  You have some spots where the scar tissue is
adhering to other structures.  I spoke with Mr. Tatman, one of
your coaches, and he noticed it limiting your range of motion
somewhat.  The spots on your shoulder we can deal with easily. 
The abdominal ones will have to wait.  I'd recommend taking care
of your shoulder today.  Would you like to do that?"

Most of the docs I'd seen hadn't given me any choices.  "Yes," I
told her.

She gave me a big smile.  "Good.  We'll set that up; it will only
take a few minutes."

She pulled up a stool and sat down across from me, looking me in
the eye.  I remembered what we'd been talking about and
maintained eye contact.  I was getting more used to doing that.

"Ron, I work with a lot of people on these kinds of things.  If
you want, I'm certain I can remove most of the marks on your
shoulder.  That would take two or three visits.  I'm more
concerned about the adhesions in your abdomen; taking care of
those, and reducing the scar tissue will keep you from swimming
for a week to ten days.  If you're interested, we could do that
over the holidays.  I also know from my work, that these things
are more than skin deep.  I can recommend people for you to talk
to, if you feel ready to work through that part of it.  I think
you know I worked with Ms. Rhodes, the nurse at your school.  You
might talk to her, to see if that path is right for you.  No need
to decide now, but it's something I think you should consider."

That was easy.  "I want to be rid of them -- inside and
outside."

She smiled.  "Okay.  You should talk to Ms. Rhodes."

"I understand the inside takes longer to heal than the outside,"
I told her.  More of what Hamada-san and I had gone through today
made sense.  I had to smile more; a lot of people were trying to
help me with this, not pretend it wasn't there, or wasn't a big
deal.

She stood up.  "Your counselors told me you were perceptive. 
They were right.  I'll see how we're doing getting things set up.
 Someone will be in for you in a few minutes.  Oh, why don't you
visit the restroom first?  Second door on the left; it's
marked."

I stood up and followed her into the hall.  I paused momentarily,
conscious of the flimsy gown I was wearing.  I had to laugh at
myself -- how had I been going around the last two days at
school?

I waited a few minutes, and someone knocked on the door.  "Yes?"

"Mister Hanson?" a nurse asked, "Would you come with me, please?
You can bring your clothes."

I gathered my stuff and followed her to a little operating room,
all stainless steel and bright lights.

Doctor Saunders told me, "Ron, why don't you get dressed from the
waist down, then get up here."  She pointed to the operating
table.

I dropped the gown and put my tabi and sweat pants on again, then
got up on the table.  The nurse who'd had the color charts moved
a bright light to my shoulder and held some little colored cards
against my skin.

"On your side, please Ron," the doctor told me.  I turned and
glanced at her.  She had a mask and gloves on, as did the nurse.
But she also had a syringe in her hand.  I froze.

She put it down and took off her mask.  She pulled up a stool and
moved closer to me.  "Problem with needles?" she asked.

"It's okay," I told her.  Gambatte....

She smiled.  "On your left side for me.  Nelia, Ellen, could we
have bolsters front and back, please, and a blanket.  Yes, sevo
at six, please."

They put some pads in front of me and behind me, then a warm
blanket covering me to about my ribs.  As someone put a cushion
under my head, I felt the blanket being snugged down by straps or
something.

The doctor reappeared, holding a pink mask.  "Ron, would you help
me hold this?  Near your face, or on it; it's your choice.  I'll
help.  That's it, dear, breath normally.  No, open your eyes for
me.  That's it, nice and easy..."

Her hand was cool in the glove as we held the mask to my face. 
My head started buzzing, and I noticed this funny odor.  The
doctor was still smiling at me.


Gwen

I sat still, waiting for my parents to catch their breath.  I'd
been sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework when my dad
came in.  As usual, he asked me if anything interesting happened
at school today.

I told them about protecting Ron, and the Juniors.  I didn't tell
them about Ms. Rhodes.

Mom was standing by the stove working on diner and he was
standing by the other end of the table.  I could feel my jaw
muscles, and flashed back to that reflection I'd seen -- had it
been this morning?  It felt like a long time ago, with all that
had happened.

They glanced at each other and went into the other room.  I heard
them going upstairs.

I had homework to do.

I finished History and was almost through with English when they
came back into the room, and chased my little brother out.  Both
of them sat down at the table.  Dad hadn't even changed clothes.

"Gwen," my dad asked, "are you going to do the same thing
tomorrow?"

I had to smile a little.  They weren't trying to talk me out of
it, at least not yet.

"Yes," I told both of them.

They looked at each other.  My mom smiled a little, and then so
did dad.

"How can we help?" she asked.

"You are," I told them.  "Pray for the weather to stay good
through Friday."

Mom came over and gave me a hug.  Dad joined in.


Doctor Vicky Saunders

I completed my work on his shoulder adhesions.  One of them had
been deeper than I'd thought.  His range of motion was much freer
now.  "Nelia, work your magic," I said, "Ellen, switch him to 30%
nitrous please, and taper to pure oxygen in two minutes.  Nelia,
that will give you about six minutes.  Is that enough?"

"Yes, Doctor, this will only take three or four.  I only need two
colors, his tan is so even."

"Thank you," I told her.  He was going to be a little sore.  I
mixed a combination of mild muscle relaxant with a painkiller and
a tranquilizer and gave him the injection while he was still out
of it.

"Done, Doctor," Nelia said.

I took a close look, swinging the magnifier around.  "Very nice
work!" I told her.  But then again, she always did nice work. 
"Let's move him to his back," I told my staff.

Once on his back, I probed his abdomen a bit more.  Yes, there
were a few spots that needed attention.  External closure had
been sloppy at best, but I could clean it up.  "Ellen, make a
note that I'd like an abdominal ultrasound on the patient -- I
might want a consult with Hoskins, or Merriweather, depending on
what we find."

I saw slight movement; he was coming around nicely.  He'd be
sleepy for a while, though, with what I gave him.

"We'll watch him, Doctor," Ellen told me.

"Thanks, dear."  I took off my mask and gloves and washed up
again before heading to my office.

"Doctor?" my receptionist interrupted me in the hallway.

"What is it?" from the look on her face, it wasn't good.

"Doctor, we have an ER resident on two requesting your help.  He
has a six year old girl with a chin laceration and a very
overprotective mother."

I sighed.  I wasn't getting out of here early.  "Okay.  I'll take
it in my office."


Gloria

I don't know what I'd expected.  I should have brought a fucking
book to read.  They just left me to sit in the waiting area.

Then my mom came out.  "Gloria, please come with me," she said in
her doctor's voice.

We stopped outside her little surgery area.  I saw Ron inside,
sitting up, with one of her nurses helping put his shirt on.

"Gloria -- are you listening?"

I looked at mom.  "Yes, I am."

She smiled.  "Sorry, dear.  I have to go to the Emergency Room. 
I want you to take Ron home, put him to bed, your bed, and watch
him.  I don't want you leaving his side.  I should be home in a
few hours.  He'll be sleepy and perhaps a little groggy.  If
anything happens, call 911 and have him brought to the hospital.
Can you do that for me?"

Had I heard that?  Take him home and put him in my bed?  "Ah... I
can do that, sure."

She grinned and shook her head.  "I thought you could.  I love
you, Glorybug."

She gave me a big hug, then took off.

Ellen, one of Mom's nurses helped him to the door.

"How are you, sweetie?" I asked, putting an arm around his
waist.

He smiled.  "Okay..."

He sounded a little out of it still.

Ellen told me, "He was under for about ten minutes.  He's
medicated, but should do fine."

I nodded.  "I'll take good care of him."

"Put your arm around me, sweetie," I told him.  When he did, he
gave me a squeeze!  Oh, I was going to take real good care of
him!


Doctor Vicky Saunders

I'd managed to relax by the time I pulled into the driveway. 
"Distraught parent" wasn't the half of it.  That woman had been
certain that her baby was going to be horribly disfigured for
life.  Once Dad arrived, we were able to partially sedate both
the women in his life, and get on with things.  The poor dear had
slipped on a step and caught her chin on a brick planter. 
Eighteen millimeters max -- a little cleaning up, some trimming,
some surgical glue, and I don't think there will be anything
noticeable in six months time, teeth all intact.  It did give me
a chance to teach some techniques for wound closure.  An orderly
asked me to stop by the Cardiac Catheterization Lab before I
left.  When I did, one of the cardiology residents came out and
told me my dear husband was bailing them out on a difficult stent
placement, which could turn into full surgery.  Such is life.

Stepping into the house -- oh, Glorybug, what have you been doing
the last three hours?  The look on your face when I told you to
take him home and put him in your bed -- yes, dear, your mother
knows.  I was a teenager once.

At least it sounded quiet as I walked up the stairs to our
bedrooms.  I took a breath, standing outside her door.  It was
quiet inside.  I knocked gently, opened the door, and peeked in.

Oh God, my heart caught in my throat.  There was my baby girl,
naked in bed, holding that boy to her breast.  They moved a bit.
She pulled his head closer, tighter to her breast, her head
moving, her face filled with the most carnal look of pleasure.

Then her eyes popped wide open and she looked at me, still with a
hand behind that boy's head!

"Shhh," I whispered, my finger at my lips.  "I'll be downstairs
waiting for you.  Take your time."  I closed the door as quietly
as I could.

I went to my own room and changed clothes.  What a shock -- the
look on my daughter's face.  And even though she had a look of
panic on her face, she still held that boy to her.

Downstairs, I poured myself a glass of white wine and started
making linguine and clams -- quick and filling.

Gloria wasn't down for almost forty minutes.  When she came down,
she was still buttoning her blouse.  I couldn't tell if she was
blushing, or just rosy....

"Oh, Mom -- I'm sorry -- I ..."

I stopped her and gave her a big hug.  "It's all right, Glorybug;
I told you to take your time, didn't I?"

She sighed and hugged me.  My little girl?  She's almost my
height!

I moved us to kitchen chairs, still holding her hands.

"How is he, sweetie?"

She was still confused, probably in shock at how I was acting, or
not acting.

"Oh Mom..."

I smiled.  After a moment, she smiled as well, her smile turning
into a glow.

"Is he resting?" I asked.

"He is now," she growled.  She blushed, and I laughed.  She
started laughing with me.

I glanced at the clock.  "It's all right, sweetie.  Why don't you
get him up and dressed, and come down for dinner.  We'll eat in
about ten minutes.  Okay?"

She sighed, then stood up.  She gave me a big hug.  "Oh yes.  Oh,
thank you!"

She raced upstairs.  I set the table.

They were both glowing when they came downstairs.  I gave Ron my
best by-eye evaluation, then gave them both hugs.  He seemed to
be recovering quite well, still a bit sedated -- and satiated. 
He also had a very sheepish grin on his face.

I sat them down and we had dinner.  When questioned, Ron admitted
to feeling "much better" -- and my Glorybug blushed so nicely
when he glanced at her!

Gloria helped me clean up the kitchen after we ate.  We'd look at
each other, and she'd sigh.  After the first few times, she
sighed and blushed, and I hugged her.

"Glorybug, I want you to walk Ron home, tuck him into bed, and
come right back -- okay?"

She opened her mouth to say something, reconsidered, then said,
"Yes, Mother."  I gave her another hug.

"Make sure he has an alarm clock set for the morning," I told
her.  They left a few minutes later.

I settled in on the family room couch with another glass of wine.
 Tomorrow would be a long day -- we had a full schedule of tattoo
removals for our free clinic tomorrow evening.

I heard Gloria return about twenty minutes later.  I turned my
head.  She was leaning against the entrance to the family room, a
most curious look on her face.

"Something the matter, Glorybug?  Please tell me."  I sat up and
patted the couch next to me.

She started moving tentatively, but then almost ran to me,
throwing her arms around me.

"Oh Mommy," she sighed.

That's something I hadn't heard in a while.  "What is it,
Glorybug?" I whispered, rubbing her back.

"I'm scared," she whispered, clutching me.

"Of what, Glorybug?" I asked her.  What could scare her so?

She raised her head, looking at me, such a complex look on her
face.  "I'm scared, because it feels so good!"

I started explaining to her that lovemaking should, but she
interrupted me.

"It's not the sex -- it's the way I feel when we hold each other.
 It's so good it scares me."

And that scared me, too.

She sat back, giving me the most complex look -- fear, desire,
arousal?

"Tell me, Glorybug," I whispered to her as I held out my hand.

We held hands, resting them on the back of the couch.

She told me about bringing him home, getting him naked and into
her bed, then having to go to the bathroom, really, really bad. 
I suppressed a smile -- biological urges can cut both ways.  When
she finally got back to bed after washing herself, he looked like
he was asleep.  She crawled in with him.

And oh, that touch of skin against skin -- I could see her whole
body remember it, from her head to her toes as she described how
he held her, and she held him.  He held her close, not wanting to
let go, and she didn't want to let go either.

I'd spoken to Rhodes -- she thought he was touch-starved.  I
could feel it in my own body -- we're all starved for that kind
of touch.

As they held each other, he connected with one of her nipples. 
She was almost in tears describing how good it felt as he held
her and sucked on her, and she held him.  She described holding
him a particular way and having him moan and melt in her arms as
she squeezed him to her gently, and then getting so turned on, so
horny.

She paused, filled with a look of desire.

I described the female-superior position to her, how she could
ride him, setting the pace, at the same time keeping him at her
breast.

She smiled and nodded, telling me that's what they'd done all
three times.

I nodded, accepting -- three times?

She told me of riding him, holding him to her, and after they'd
both come, rolling off to the side with him still latched on,
holding her and she holding him, drifting off to sleep.  That's
how I'd found them.

Was that after the second, or the third time, I asked her with a
smile.

She only blushed a little and told me it was after the third
time, and when she tried to get up, he held her and it felt so
good, she rode him again, and managed to get away.

I nodded.  That made four.  I remembered those days.  Had it been
that long ago?

When she went up to get him, she held him a little, then got him
up and dressed.  When she took him home, she put him in bed and
lay on top of him, letting him suck on her again, singing him to
sleep.

What a lucky boy!  I asked if she wanted help changing her
sheets.

She blushed for a moment and said yes.  She moved closer and we
held each other.

"It's so scary -- it feels so good!"

"I know, Glorybug; I know.  And it feels just as good to him. 
It's something you both need right now."

We went upstairs and I helped her change her bed, sheets and pad
both.  I got some washcloths and hand towels out of the linen
closet and put them in her nightstand.  I looked at some of the
throw pillows in the room and suggested putting one of them and a
hand towel under his bottom, and folding one of her regular
pillows and pulling it under his head to make it easier for both
of them to stay connected.  As I explained that, she blushed, but
it was the blush of arousal from the way her nipples looked.

"And how are you doing on your homework, young lady?"

She sighed and smiled, then gave me another hug.  "I'll get to
work."

I kissed her on the head, leaving her alone.  My daughter, yes. 
My little girl?  As much as part of me knew she'd always be my
little girl, those days were past.


Doctor Don Saunders

Almost ten at night when I got home, but we didn't have to crack
the guy's chest.  I needed a shower, and bed.  I went upstairs in
the dark.  Gloria's door was partially open.  I peered inside;
she looked so sweet, asleep in her bed.  In our room, Vicky was
in bed, reading.

"Hello, stranger," she said, putting down her journal.  "You have
to open him up?"

I sighed and shook my head as I undressed.  "No, luckily enough.
The poor guy has an amazing set of 'normal' variations --
remember early on in Med school looking at circulatory system
diagrams and wondering if you'd ever figure it out?  That's where
we were most of the evening."

She smiled.  "Sounds like a paper, to me."

I nodded, dropping my pants.  "If he recovers -- I need a long,
hot shower."

She got out of bed and hugged me.  "I put out a clean towel for
you.  Take your time -- I'll be waiting."

I let the hot water pour over me.  What a day -- yet I'm glad I
did it.  As I dried off I had a thought.

"Vicky, I was thinking -- I think this may be related to Pacific
Islanders.  We've had three cases like this in the last couple of
years with interesting variations, and they've all been from the
Samoan or other Pacific Island community.  What do you think?"

I stepped into the bedroom, still holding the towel.  There were
lit candles on each of our nightstands.  The way she was curled
up in bed strongly suggested she was naked.  I could smell our
favorite perfume.

"Like to join me?" she growled.

I took a moment to hang up the towel, then turned out the
bathroom light and crawled in with her.  Oh, her perfume smelled
so delicious.

As I moved closer, she said, "Slide down some, darling.  Close
your eyes and relax.  Let me take care of you."

I smiled and did as she asked.

I felt her slide over, her body soft and warm.  I felt a hand
behind my head.  She pulled me to a nipple.  My arms went around
her as she held me to her.

"Gentle, darling," she whispered, squeezing me.

Oh, it had been so long since we'd done this -- too long.

She held me, filling me with her perfume.

I was almost asleep in her arms when she started whispering to me
and running her other hand over me.  I don't remember when I've
gotten so aroused so fast.  I tried pushing her to her back, but
she squeezed me, melting me to her, and moved me to my back,
quickly straddling me.

"I love you!" I panted when she let go of my head.  But it was
only momentarily -- she pulled a pillow under my head and
shoulders and moved me to the other side, holding me fiercely to
her as she rocked her hips.  She moaned and quivered around me --
so soon!  She rocked her hips strongly, almost asphyxiating me,
drowning me in her warmth and perfume, only letting go when I
started pumping my seed into her, and only to lock her lips
against mine.

She moved off some time later, cleaning us up.  I started to
turn, but she pulled me back to her, pulling my head between her
breasts.  We wrapped ourselves around each other.

"I love you," I sighed.

"I love you," she whispered back.

Work in Progress Rev 03/22/2004

Naked in School: About Ron
By silli_artie@hotmail.com




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