Chapter 2

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Amy

Tuesday being a B day, I had gym instead of chorus, which meant that I had to use the boys' locker room. I was immediately struck by the smell of teenage boy. It wasn't James' intoxicatingly masculine scent, but rather a malodorous combination of body spray, sweat, and what James had always described to me as 'ass.' My presence immediately attracted attention. A herd of boys crowded around me, with no teachers or my friends present they were uninhibited in their pawings of me. I looked around for a friendly face, but could find none. For the first time in the week, I was actually scared.

Fighting off panic, I pushed my way through the crowd and out to the gym. It was just my luck that we were playing volleyball that day. The sight of my breasts flopping around as I dived for the ball sure as hell kept the rest of the class entertained. I would have to get some sort of tape for Thursday, or see if I could somehow get out of gym class.

Finally, the coach blew the whistle that signaled for us to hit the showers. This was the part that I'd been dreading. Sure enough, the steam obscured my vision, and I couldn't even see the owners of the hands grabbing me from every direction. One of the hands grabbed me and pulled me into the grasp of a boy. I still couldn't make out his face, but I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh. Fortunately, I had soap all over my body and I wriggled free of his grasp. I stumbled out of the shower and into the relative safety of the locker room.

I toweled off and began walking towards class, but my torment wasn't over yet. Roger Langlois returned, this time he wanted to finger me.

"Sorry, buddy, penetration isn't considered a Reasonable Request." I responded. He ended up settling for a handful of my ass, and decided to do a little pinching while he was there. That was definitely not reasonable, and I practically jogged down the hallway to get away from him. Some of the guys at this school were such pigs. I had to wonder why the school district didn't spend more time in sex ed class discussing the concept of boundaries, or, given behavior of the guy in the shower, consent. Maybe I could bring it up at the school board meeting.

When I got to math class, Mrs. Botello gave me another sympathetic look. "You look upset," she said, "do you need to talk to me about anything."

I nodded yes, and suggested that we go somewhere private. She waited until the bell rang and then took me out in the hallway, where I told her everything that had happened.

Her facial expression changed from concern to anger. "I've been afraid of this happening ever since they started The Program here. They're supposed to update the sex ed curriculum to stress safe sex and consent, but the state legislature never got around to it, and now we have ridiculous crap like this happening." She wrote me a note to the office.

I sat down at Mrs. Ornelas' desk and recounted my story to her. When I'd finished she took a copy of the Program Pamphlet from her desk and read from it. "This school takes seriously the potential for sexual assault. If any Program Participant had been assaulted or feels that sexual assault is imminent, they are to inform their classroom teacher immediately. If a sexual assault occurs in the hallways, participants should inform the nearest classroom teacher." She looked up at me, "Next time, I would suggest you read the pamphlet in full before incidents of this nature occur." I tried to keep my anger from showing and made my way back to the classroom. Mrs. Botello was waiting for me, and I told her what had happened.

"Don't worry about it too much, I'll see what we can do for you during my planning bell, and we'll discuss it when you and James are finished this afternoon." Class ended and I made my way through yet another gauntlet of requests towards lunch and James.

James

Knowing that I'd be stripping off at the start of school, I dressed so as to minimize the time required. I was barefoot and wearing a t-shirt and a pair of old gym shorts that didn't require me to undo a belt or zipper. When I'd finished, I helped Amy undo her bra. She turned around and we kissed, my erection poking suggestively at her panties.

Mrs. Ornelas cleared her throat, signaling that it was time to go.

"Good luck," I told Amy, and I headed for math class. It was a good thing I'd taken Geometry in 8th grade, otherwise I'm sure I would have ended up demonstrating angles with my body. As it was, I just sat naked through an Algebra lecture, which was an interesting sensation in and of itself. I concentrated intensively on the work, mainly to keep my mind from straying to sex, resulting in a repeat of yesterday's blue balls.

My hopes were dashed in the hallways between first and second period. A rather chesty junior whom I'd never met before requested to "touch it" and 'it' rather enjoyed the attention. Of course, this only attracted more attention, and I took a couple more requests. One girl wanted to cup my balls, while her friend wanted to touch my nipples; I have no idea why. Anyway, I made it to class on time, and Mr. Rocha again asked if I needed relief. I hadn't explicitly promised Amy I wouldn't ask for relief today, but I figured it was best not to risk it. I just sat down, and nursed my erection through English class.

When I got to the lunchroom, I could immediately tell that Amy's day hadn't gone any better than the last one.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I think I almost got raped in the shower," she replied, "I couldn't see because of the steam and ... yeah."

"Holy shit!" I responded. Now I was mad. "Do you know who did it?"

"No, I couldn't see his face," she responded, "and please don't go looking for trouble on my account."

I agreed, but I still thought somebody needed to teach that asshole a lesson.

On a lighter note, Lucille announced that Amy's letter to the editor had run in today's newspaper, and Harry said that KLUZ would cover the school board meeting.

"That's great," Amy said, cheering up visibly, "I asked people who supported us to show up naked in the letter, so hopefully we'll get a good crowd."

"I can probably get my family to come," I said, "what about the rest of you?"

"My family will probably be up for it, but I won't" Martin replied, "doing this is bad enough."

"Same here," Naomi said, "I've had it up to hear with all the pervs in this school."

"You wouldn't get as much attention in a big group of people," I responded.

Naomi thought for a moment, "True, I'll think it over tonight."

"I'll go with you," Glenn volunteered, it'll give me practice for my turn in The Program."

"I might be able to get a few of my friends out," Luis said.

Heather had an idea. "Hey, maybe I could get some of the girls from the cheerleading squad out."

"My mom will love that!" Harry responded, and we all laughed.

Amy

James escorted me to history class. With his arm around me, I felt a lot safer, even if I did have to take another request from some weirdo who wanted to suck my tits. I decided to sit next to him in history class. I usually kept my distance, because I thought sitting next to one another was distracting, but today I felt like I needed him beside me.

Today's lecture was on the Peloponnesian War. Fortunately for us, there was no educationally valuable connection between the Delian League and public nudity, or we would surely have been called up to give a demonstration. According to my Dad, Mrs. Guess had been a big proponent of The Program when it first got started.