Chapter 1: Monday, Part 1

EMILY

“Emily Cox, James Howard, Jennifer Thomas and Logan Norris.”

Those are the freshman names that came over the loudspeaker this morning. That’s me, Emily Cox, first of the freshman called -- ninth grade and fourteen years old. I was thinking it all has to be a big mistake. We’ll straighten it out in the office and I’m sure they’ll call someone else in my place.

You see, I did the whole Naked in School Program last week because I was mean to someone: Jason McMillan. Jay was in The Program last week and my friend, Michele, and I tricked him with a reasonable request -- we call it an RR -- and I ended up slapping Jay on the ass and even left marks. I was punished for it but I’ll admit that I deserved it.

What Michele did was worse. She got into more trouble, but that doesn’t excuse me. We’re both on the cheerleading squad and that’s how we became friends. After getting into trouble, we not only had to participate in The Naked in School Program for two weeks, but we were both kicked off the squad.

“Good morning, Ms. Cox.” Dr. Bruce greeted. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Dr. Bruce, I thought my punishment was done. You said so yourself last week.”

“Yes, Emily. Your penance is over.”

“Why am I here?”

“This is your week to be in The Program.”

“What?”

“This is not a punishment, young lady. This is your time in The Program. Your last week was punishment and did not count towards the time that you are required to spend Naked in School. However, this week will count. You will still have to abide RR’s, using the boys room and showers, and remaining naked for all school sponsored events. However, this week, you get the privilege of relief in class and free lunch. You are also eligible to go back on the cheerleading squad. But remember, you must remain naked for any cheerleading, whether practice or not.”

So, there it is. It dawned on me half way through Dr. Bruce’s little speech. My name over the loudspeaker was no mistake. This story is my journal for my week in the Naked in School Program.

Michele Breed, my accomplice from last week, was there in the office too. She didn’t look so happy. She didn’t get to be Naked in School last week. She didn’t get to be in school, period. She was suspended last week.

“Miss Breed, you, however, are not in The Program. In fact, I believe you’ve already done your time in The Program, am I not mistaken?”

“I did my time.”

“This week you are to remain naked. You are subject to RR’s and must use the opposite sex facilities. I’m sure you know the drill, but you cannot avail yourself of relief or get a free lunch. You will receive a different color wrist band. This week and the coming one are your penance. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And just so we understand ourselves perfectly, you are off the cheerleading squad for these two weeks. This decision may or may not be reevaluated for repeal.”

“Yes, sir.”

“As far as I’m concerned you may remain off of the squad for the remainder of your high school career.”

“Yes, sir.”

He was pretty harsh on her, but I have to agree with Dr. Bruce. If anyone deserved her punishment, she did. I would even say that she dodged a bullet. She could have gone to jail. Michele had a bit of a mean streak inside of her. For some reason she took me under her wing and being so naive as a freshman, I figured it would be good to have a junior on the squad who could be my champion. She could help me get a permanent spot on the squad. Instead, she nearly ruined my chances forever.

You see, I’m a freshman and was on the cheerleading squad as a probationary member. All freshman are. You have to prove yourself and then the current members vote you on or off the squad in the spring. It would be good to have an upperclassman already on the squad pulling for you. It’s almost required. That’s the way it works. But Michele was no longer on the squad. I was taken off last week but they restored my eligibility. However, I still don’t know what my status is. I should find out later today after school.

It just so happens that Jay, the little guy I just told you about, has worked his way into Addison’s heart. Addison happens to be the captain of the squad. I know this because I caught them in bed together this past Saturday night. That’s why I’m not sure what’s going to happen this afternoon at practice.

One good thing I learned last week: it’s not so bad being naked. This week should be a breeze. Plus I can get relief now. Woo hoo! You have no idea how walking around your friends and the whole school naked, guys feeling you up with RR’s, seeing guy’s athletic butts in the shower and just being the vulnerable one makes you feel. I was horny as a toad. Fortunately, Jay was there for me last week, but only after school. Now I can get it in class, or at least the first five or ten minutes of class depending on the teacher.

All in all, this is probably a good thing since I may as well get over with all at the same time even if it lasts two weeks. I’ll never need to this again before I graduate. That is, if I don’t get into trouble again.

As every week, there were four of us freshman. I knew the others. Unlike last week, I would have a partner this time. It was going to be either Logan or James. Logan ended up as my partner, which figures. He was on the wrestling team. Sure, he was only junior varsity, JV, just like I was a probie on the cheer squad, but we were freshman after all.

Jim wasn’t into sports, or anything else for that matter. However, I’ve known Jim for a long time, and I was better friends with him. I kind of wished he was my partner but Jenn got him and I was stuck with Logan.

Don’t get me wrong. Logan’s not such a bad guy, just a little stuck up. He was a wrestler in middle school too so there was no doubt in my mind that he’d be on the varsity team next year if not this year. He was a lightweight but that doesn’t mean anything. If I can have a friend like Jay then size isn’t going to matter. In fact, Logan was a little taller than I was but only by an inch or so, if that. Like I said, it doesn’t matter.

What did matter was Logan’s attitude. He has a big head. He is a bit arrogant. Really into himself. Conceited. Egotistical. You get the idea. Hopefully, we’d get past all that this week. That’s what The Program is for -- a chance to grow up. At least that’s what they say about it.

The time had come to take our clothes off. As you can guess, I had no problem shedding my clothes. Secretly, I enjoy it. Jennifer had a little bit harder time of it. She was tall and skinny but I would call her statuesque. I’m only five two by the way, so almost everyone is taller. Jennifer is very pretty in her own way, yet she seemed embarrassed about her body like so many others our age. Jim was the same -- tall and lanky -- but the nudity didn’t seem to bother him quite as much. To look at them you’d say the two were made for each other. No wonder they were partners.

And then Logan got undressed. Oh my! He had muscles on muscles. There was not an ounce of fat on him. His physique contrasted with his dark curly hair that sat on top of a baby face. Too bad he’s stuck up. I’m athletic myself, being an aspiring cheerleader and having done gymnastics most of my life and I’d probably be called muscular for a girl. So, on the face of it, Logan and I were a good pair just like Jenn and Jim.

Jim helped Jenn out with her embarrassment telling her how pretty she was. I wish I had support like that from Logan, even though I didn’t need it. That’s what partners are for -- mutual support, right? Perhaps I wasn’t as insecure as Jenn but I still wished Logan had said something nice to me.

Ah well, the bell was ringing and it was time for our first class. We got blue armbands to tell the other students that we were in The Program and subject to RRs. Michele got a red one, like I did last week. She was subject to RRs too but had no partner. I knew what that was like. Others without armbands were just kids who weren’t in The Program whether they were naked or not. Yes, you can go nude anytime you want in school -- you don’t have to wait for your time in The Program, and some don’t. They’re considered crazy. However, after being naked myself, the crazy ones may have the right idea. I hear that more people end up shedding clothes when the weather gets warmer though. I may just be one of them come springtime.

As we left the office Michele grabbed me. I mean she literally grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“I got suspended last week.” she spat.

“I know, Michele. I was there.”

“It’s all that little twerps fault.”

“Don’t even try to get back at Jay. It wasn’t his fault.”

“He told on us.”

“He did not. He tried to keep it quiet. Others saw it, Michele. They saw what you did.”

“Still, it’s his fault.”

“It is not.”

“Why are you taking his side?”

“I’m not. I’m on the side that’s right.”

“Don’t play sanctimonious with me. You’re fucking stupid. You’re on the losing side, Emily.”

“I’m not changing my mind because of you, Michele. You need to apologize to Jay.”

“No way in hell I’m going to apologize to him.”

“Suit yourself.”

“I’m off the squad because of him.”

“You’re off because of you.”

“What about you?”

“Addison’s giving me a second chance.”

“You’re a lucky little bitch, you know that?”

“I know.” I told her. What I didn’t tell her is that it was because of Jay that I even have the chance to be on the squad. He and Addison have some sort of relationship, yet I still like Jay a lot. I may be in love, I think. It’s complicated. I sure hope Addison is not taking advantage of Jay. It hurt to see them together, but there’s nothing I could do.

Anyway, Jay is in good with Dr. Bruce too. It’s because he’s super smart and all that and he somehow convinced our principal to give me a second chance. I’ll remember what he did for me forever and I’m not going to blow it this time.

“You’re going to help me get back at the little shrimp, aren’t you, Emily?”

“No.”

“Why not? We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“I’ll be your friend but only if you stop hurting people.”

“I barely touched that annoying little creep.”

“He’s not a creep and you did a hell of a lot more than touch him.”

“All guys like him are creeps.”

“If you touch him...”

“What?”

“You, you ... you will surely get into more trouble. Don’t you see? You could get expelled this time.” I scolded. I used to be a bit afraid of Michele, her being older and bigger and even meaner and all that. But that didn’t matter to me now.

“I don’t care.” she said.

“Don’t talk like that, Michele.”

“It’s a free country. I’ll talk how I please.”

“Don’t get yourself into any more trouble. Please don’t.”

“Then you just stay out of my way.”

It wasn’t a good conversation. I was worried about Michele and even about Jay. Then Logan interrupted us.

“Hurry up, Emily. We gotta get to music.”

LOGAN

I’m Logan Norris and I knew I was in for a bad week once I heard the usual Monday morning announcements blurting over the loudspeakers. They always announce who will be in The Program on Monday mornings, as if being Monday morning is not enough insult. There was the list of seniors first, followed by juniors, sophomores and finally us freshmen.

“Emily Cox, James Howard, Jennifer Thomas and Logan Norris.” It blared.

Shit. That meant that I’m in The Program this week. I just knew I’d get picked early on in high school. They couldn’t wait until I was a senior, could they? I’m sure you know all about The Program so I won’t bore you with details like RR’s, the towel, teacher requests and stuff like that. There are plenty of published reports already online about The Program so if you don’t know then go read one of them.

Who ever thought of such a horrible idea like The Naked in School Program? Seriously -- high school kids naked, and not only naked, Naked in School, all day, in front of their friends and teachers? At least we get relief. I’m sure someone had to be bribed to let that happen. Thank God.

And darned if it wasn’t still November, only a few months into the school year. Me being a jock has to have something to do with that, I’m sure. You see, I’m on the wrestling team and I ran cross-country earlier this semester, even though that was mostly just to get into shape for wrestling. I’m one of the lighter weights -- a hundred and twenty-six pounds. I’m only on the junior varsity team, JV, now but I do pretty good and the coach said maybe later in the year if I can beat Tom, I can take his place on the varsity team. It’s going to be hard to be Tom however.

Now here’s the kicker: The Program rules say I have to be naked for all school related events which means I have to wrestle naked this week. The school just had to get me in The Program during the wrestling season. I tell you, it’s a conspiracy. I knew something like this would happen. The coach warned us that some of us would more than likely be wrestling nude during the season. It’s happened before and I won’t be the last.

He also reminded us that when wrestling was first invented they all wrestled nude. If that were the case I probably wouldn’t have tried out for the team. But here I am. The chances are slim though that I’ll meet another naked wrestler but we have three matches this week: Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday.

As far as getting naked, I’m okay with that, I reckon. I have an older sister who went through it a couple years earlier when I was in middle school and an older brother, Carter, who’s now in college. Ariana’s a senior now and I’m used to her and other students who are in The Program being nude. Ariana has even convinced me to shed my clothes at home every now and then. It’s kind of fun as long as it’s just her and me. I hope Carter doesn’t find out though.

As a group of freshman, we weren’t too shy shedding our clothes this morning. Of us four, only Jennifer was reluctant. I don’t see why. Sure, she’s a bit slim, but still nice looking. Emily is a cheerleader and there’s nothing wrong you can say about her body. In fact, she’s phreaking gorgeous. I was lucky to end up with her as my partner. It’s going to be so much fun getting to know her better.

As for me, I don’t think I look too bad either. I have short, dark hair and a pretty decent body. What can I say? I compete in sports. I run cross-country, wrestle and play baseball. It keeps me fit and yeah, I catch the girls looking at me. I’ve seen Emily cheer for me before, although last week she wasn’t there, but she was here now, and naked to boot. I’m not sure what happened but the school was punishing her for something so she missed cheerleading and had to be naked last week.

There was this other girl who I recognized as a cheerleader too, but she was older than us. Her name was Michele. She was in The Program being punished like Emily was being punished last week so she didn’t have a partner. I felt a little bad for her. However, she was monopolizing Emily’s time and I didn’t get a chance to talk to Emily early Monday morning. We really had to get to class though. I didn’t want to get into trouble for being late.

Emily and I share the first two classes of the day: music for first period and English for second. I had to push Emily to get to music class. Emily and I have known each other for a couple years but we don’t exactly have the same friends.

Music class was already part-way through when we arrived. Everyone was already standing to sing and the teacher, Miss Haley, made both of us stand up front. It was the first time I actually got a chance to stand next to and even touch Emily. I liked it but the only problem was that Miss Haley didn’t offer us relief.

We’re supposed to get relief at the beginning of class. What relief means is that we can jerk off or someone can help us get off. This way we won’t be too horny to concentrate in class. I needed relief bad -- standing next to Emily and touching her side and not being able to do anything more was making my balls turn blue. It’s universally agreed that that’s inhuman.

So of course, I had a hard time concentrating on singing. I’m not all that great a singer anyway, but I needed something artsy to fit in my schedule and the guidance counselor suggested music instead of drawing since I really, really suck at drawing. I faked it this morning, only moving my mouth with no sound coming out. I’d bump into Emily beside me every now and then and I could feel my dick wobble every time that happened. I think she was looking. I wonder if my dick turns her on.

The bell rang for the end of class and I got hit with a reasonable request in the hallway on our way to English. It was some girl, I didn’t know her, but she wanted to feel me. And when I say ‘me’ I mean the thing between my legs. It was already hard but this girl’s touch, even though she wasn’t anything special -- she was overweight and had a fat face -- made my dick harder. I had to stop her before I made a mess all over the hallway. I wanted to, believe me, but I’d be responsible for cleaning the floor after. I wasn’t so sure about encouraging this girl either.

So, it wasn’t until English time that the teacher, Mrs. Bloom asked if either of us wanted relief, thank goodness. Mrs. Bloom was ancient, at least in her forties, and I don’t think she cared much for The Program. When Mrs. Bloom asked about relief I jumped at the chance.

It’s a rule that partners are responsible for each other’s relief, right? Isn’t that why we have partners? Emily wasn’t having any of that. She outright refused when I asked her. Fortunately, Mia, this little girl in our English class, volunteered to help and boy was she a trooper. She gave me a hand job. She didn’t have stunningly good looks like Emily but she was still pretty damn cute. She was even shorter than Emily, a little bit curvy, and wore her dark hair in bangs. Like I said, cute. And her little hand on my big dick was even cuter.

I tell you, being in front of class and blowing your wad is insane. You just have to experience it yourself to understand. I’d had hand jobs in the past but Mia’s hand felt sooo good while I was standing with everyone watching me. I shot my load all over Mia in no time at all. It got on her shirt and I expected her to be upset about it, but she laughed it off. She wanted me to help her clean up but I couldn’t wipe my jizz off of her blouse. That would be too gross. I mean, it was her fault; she should have aimed it somewhere else, right?

“Your loss.” she said. Whatever. I did clean what hit the floor though.

Now, don’t get the wrong idea. I was happy she did what she did and I thanked her. I really needed to blow my load. And at that point I didn’t care who saw it, but I realized after that that the whole English class saw me. They were laughing so I think I put on a good show.

I’m a bit upset at Emily because she was the one who should have been there for me. She blew me off rather than blow me. We’ve all heard stories about partners having sex, even fucking together but Emily didn’t seem interested. She’s so stuck up.

“That was fast.” Emily said.

“Ee-yup.” I agreed.

I shrugged and took my seat. I think I’m going to like my time in The Program.

EMILY

Logan was being a real letch. Do you know he expected me to give him relief in English class? It was the first day and only second period. I hope he isn’t this horny all week long. Another girl in class, Mia, got him off in front of class. It took Logan just a few seconds. I thought it was embarrassing and everyone laughed but I don’t think Logan had a clue.

We were working on compare and contrast writing in English class this week. I thought about comparing Logan to Jay. They were both boys, but boy were they different.

I had domestic science after English, or as my mother calls it, home economics. Boring. Sure, we cook and stuff like that. Today we were learning how to sort trash so it can be recycled. When we do cook in class we have something we can eat afterward and that kind of makes up for the boring part. I’m happy to report no cooking today because I didn’t feel like eating after talking about trash.