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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Dana and Dana Naked in School (1/7) (ff mf mmf mg fg, exhib, voy,   NIS, naked, cussing, sexuality issues)
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A Naked In School story with dual protagonists who make a mutual support 
pact at a non-partners school.  Yes, they're both named Dana.  Deal with 
it.  Boys and girls with unisex names have to all their lives.
The NIS Collection is at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/NIS/www/Naked.html.
P. Random
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Dana and Dana Naked in School
(ff mf mmf mg fg, exhib, voy, NIS, naked, cussing, sexuality issues)
by pseudoRandom
1. Sunday
Dana Partlow
It was Jeanette who reminded me, late Sunday night.  I was doing algebra 
homework on the dining room table, waiting for her to come over for bed.  
I'd almost decided she wasn't going to make it and I was going to have a 
lonely night when Jeanette leaned over the back of my chair and nibbled my 
ear.  I sighed, and melted -- I always do when she does that -- so when 
she cupped my breasts, I let her.  For a few lingering moments -- even 
though my parents were still awake.
	"Ready to get naked, ma petite amie?"
	I started.  I could hear my parents talking in the den -- they 
could come out any time.  "What, here?"
	Jeanette giggled.  "No, in school, silly.  Of course here."  She 
resumed nipping my earlobe.
	"Upstairs," I said firmly.  And then I remembered -- she hadn't 
been joking about school.  I stiffened.
	The Naked in School Program was coming to Grant High School.  
They'd done a pilot program last year in Whitman, the arts magnet school 
"inside" Grant (it's hard to explain), but now it was here for real.  I'd 
forgotten about it because the year began with a half-week, for 
orientation, and then the second week everything was still settling down.  
Now, the start of the third week, the Program was starting up.
	Jeanette left my ear and bent around the chair to look at me, one 
hand resting on my neck.  "Ah, come on, Dana.  You'll love it."
	"Just because you love it doesn't mean I will."  Jeanette's school 
has had the Program for three years -- she volunteers to go naked all day 
as often as she can.  "Besides, they won't pick me."
	"Ha!"  I swear, she smirked.  "First week of the Program, they'll 
take every high-status kid they can.  They've learned from past mistakes 
at other schools.  You've got to make it the In Thing to make it work."
	"But I'm -- "
	" -- head of your class, in the Drama Club, and on the Student 
Council.  The only thing missing is track star."
	Put like that, it made me sound popular.  I tried to ignore the 
open pit in my gut.  "And cheerleading," I said.  "They'll pick 
cheerleaders first."  They had to.
	Jeanette clucked, and then kissed me.  Then seriously, she said, 
"You'll go through with it, yes?"
	I took a deep breath.  "I have to, don't I?  I just -- "
	Jeanette made an encouraging sound.
	"I hope I'm not picked the first week.  It'll be easier, if I see 
others go through it first -- go through it okay, I mean."
	Jeanette nodded.  "That makes sense.  It's not like you're shy."
	"But before that," I said, "I need to go to bed and be held by 
you."
	"For courage?" she said with a laugh.
	"Yes," I said, because it was the truth.  I stacked my books and 
papers neatly and took her hand as we headed for the stairs.
	We met my father in the front hall, carrying an open sociology 
textbook.  "Dana, have you seen the chemistry dictionary?"
	"On the sideboard."
	"Hello, Jeanette," he said, finally noticing her.
	"Good evening, Mr. Partlow," Jeanette said.  "Is it okay if I stay 
the night?"
	Because of course I don't really have a live-in girlfriend.  I 
mean, I'm only 16 and my parents aren't THAT liberal.  So it's not 
official.  But pretty much five nights out of seven, Jeanette sleeps with 
me.  My father thinks it's just that we're such good friends, and I'm 
giving Jeanette a refuge from a sister she doesn't get along with.  Mom 
knows -- I've been out to her since day one.
	But that's why Jeanette always asks Dad for permission.
	"Of course, Jeanette.  Don't stay up too late talking," he said, 
kissing my forehead.  He walked past us.
	"'Night, Dad."
	My father's ability to not see things that aren't hidden will 
never cease to amaze me.  I mean, I've been openly sleeping with Jeanette 
since we were twelve, and had girlfriends besides, and he still hasn't 
figured out I'm gay.
	Jeanette and I aren't girlfriends, as in steadies -- we both date 
others.  Or rather, Jeanette sleeps around at her school, with both girls 
and boys.  With her encouragement, I've gone out with a couple other 
girls.  Nothing permanent, yet -- though I was thinking about Liz.  Or 
even, hoping.
	Halfway up the stairs, Jeanette let go of my hand to pull off her 
shirt.  Her breasts bounced when they were released from the clinging 
fabric.  She wears tight clothes whenever possible, and bras only during 
practice.  She has the curvy body to pull it off -- and lovely to look at 
with them off.  But I was still too upset to take it well.
	"Jeanette!" I tried to hiss (it's harder than it looks -- no S's).
	She laughed.  "Your brother's back in college -- he won't see."
	"Jeanette, you know it bothers me."
	She paused in the hallway to peel off her terrycloth shorts.  
"You, my little cabbage, are a prude."
	"I'm not a prude -- I'm just private."
	Jeanette laughed.  But she let me shoo her into my room.
	I closed the door.  "Seriously, no one who loves sex the way I do 
is a prude.  I really just don't want to share it with others."
	Jeanette just shook her head.  I gave up -- she was never going to 
get it.  I mean, half the time Jeanette walks home naked every morning, 
and volunteers for the Program to get as much officially sanctioned public 
nookie she can.  I love her dearly, but I've known for a while there's 
reasons we won't be forever.
	Which is why we make love every chance I can get.  When Jeanette 
opened her mouth to argue, I took her in my arms and kissed her.  Which 
was sweet.  Very sweet.
	Within five minutes, she had my clothes off.  And that's all I'm 
going say about that -- it's private.
*
Dana Smith
It was my semistepsister who reminded me.  It was an on day and I was 
working on cypher challenge from the crypto board, which meant I was so 
focused on that, I'd forgotten.
	"I said, so you gonna get naked, Dana?"
	I looked up from my laptop to see Ginny leaning her elbows on my 
desk.  She was grinning.  It took me a moment to pull my brain back to 
reality and a second moment to recall: tomorrow the Program started at 
Grant High School.  I laughed.  "Yeah, like they'd pick a boy like me."
	Ginny cocked her head, considering.  "Why not?"
	"Because, Squirt, they'll do the In Crowd for the first few 
months.  It'll take a few months to get to an outsider boy like me.  If 
ever."
	She stood up and hmphed.  "But you know everybody."
	I narrowed my eyes at her.  How would she know?  She goes to 
Johnson Middle School.  Probably, I realized, from my talking about people 
at the dinner table.  I can have a big mouth when I'm on.  "Yeah, but 
that's not the same thing as popular."
	Ginny pouted, which she knows makes her Too Cute For Words.
"Well, when you do, I want to hear ALL about it."
	"No, you just want to DO it," I said, with a sudden insight.  
Sometimes Ginny acts like twelve going on twenty.  She's been playing 
doctor (and other naked games) with boys for a while now, and wears shirts 
that say things like PORN STAR and STRIPPER -- or tries to, until Scarlett 
or Mom takes them away.  If ever there was a girl eager for the Program 
too young, it's my semistepsister.
	In reply, she sneered at me, hips cocked.  Oh boy, this was going 
to be fun in a few years.  Not.  I was glad I'll be off to college when she
hits high school.
	Scarlett stuck her head in the doorway.  "Ginny, bedtime."
	"Yes, MOTHER," she said, suddenly totally twelve again.
	"Ginnifer," Scarlett said in her best Mother Voice.  She's good at 
it -- even I pay attention to her.
	"Good night, Squirt," I told her, reaching up and ruffling her 
hair.
	"Hey!"  She squirmed away from my hand.  Sometimes the best way to 
get rid of Ginny is to treat her like a little kid.
	Scarlett looked at me.  "Take your meds?"
	"Yes, MOTHER," I said, imitating Ginny.
	"Watch it, punk," she growled.  "There's exactly NO ONE who gets 
to call me that, and you ain't her."
	Ginny giggled.
	I squinted at Scarlett's hair -- shocks of rainbow colors sticking 
every which way.  "Weren't you pink earlier?"
	She laughed.  "Not since this morning, Mr. Token Male."
	I shook my head.  I like to claim I'm being raised by wild 
lesbians.  I mean, Mom's a total flannel dyke, and Scarlett's a riot grrl 
-- she plays bass in a queer punk band, and has more piercings and tattoos 
than you can shake a stick at.  And Scarlett's young, too -- she had Ginny 
when she was 15.  Nana still worries at me about Mom's relationship with 
her.  But as far as I can tell, Mom and Scarlett are good for each other.  
And I love Ginny almost as much as she loves having a big semistepbrother.
	I blew Ginny a kiss, which she returned and left my room.  
Scarlett shooed out Princess Fuzzybutt, Ginny's cat, and closed the door 
behind them.
	I stared for several seconds at the poster on my door -- all the 
digits of 2^13466917 - 1 -- not that I can read the tiny print from my 
desk.  It was almost time for me to get to bed myself.  After just a 
little more work on the challenge.  I turned back to my computer.
[continued in part 2, Monday]
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