Chapter 7: Thursday morning

EMILY

“Good morning, Logan.” I greeted as we met to take our clothes off this morning. “Ready to get started?”

“I’ll take yours off first, okay?”

“Okay.” I said. I was ready for him to take off my shirt. What he did was a little surprising. He went behind and taking me by the shoulders turned me so I was facing the middle of the crowd that had gathered. Logan always gets here a little late in the morning and most of the others were already naked which meant that we were the last ones to undress. The result: we had the crowd’s full attention.

Still behind me, Logan kissed me on the ear and whispered “Ready?” I nodded. My shirt was tucked into my jeans and Logan struggled with pulling my shirt out but quickly stopped and undid my belt then the buckle of my jeans. He unzipped it half way down then began pulling the bottom of my shirt up. He was still behind me.

I put my arms up and Logan pulled my shirt over my head, reached over and dropped it on the ground. I was wearing a bra again. Logan wrapped his arms around me and kissed my right shoulder. A chill ran up my spine when he did this. I can tell already that this is going to be another one of those days where I’ll barely be able to make it to second period without relief.

Logan was looking at the front of my bra. He was making sure where the clasp was -- he learns fast. Yes, I had the clasp up front and he reached over my shoulders and undid it, but he just let it hang there without taking it off. He was being playful. Cool!

I felt him behind me sliding himself down until he was kneeling. Still behind me, he reached around again and undid my pants zipper fully then stood up and put one hand on each side of my pants and panties. He slid them down from the sides, taking both my pants and underwear down in one.

I was still in my shoes with my pants at my ankles and also half-wearing my bra. I would have taken the bra off myself but I think he had something else in mind. He went to the front and unlaced both of my shoes but left them on until they were both loose. He took one shoe off at a time though, dropping each one in turn onto the pile of clothes that was forming. And then he took my jeans and panties the rest of the way off.

He wasn’t going to let me wear shoes today. My socks were whisked off and thrown into the box then he set about kissing my feet, then my ankles, my knees and all the way up to my crotch. Oh no, it started -- I was getting wet again. Logan didn’t touch my pussy though -- he kissed only my hips. And then he went around behind me once more.

There he planted kisses all over my butt cheeks and spent some time there before moving up. When his kisses reached the bottom of my back I nearly collapsed. I squirmed like a caught worm. But Logan didn’t stop there and kept making his way up until he got to my neck.

I still had my bra on, even though it was just hanging off of my shoulders. Logan reached around front and cupped my breasts. His warm hands felt so nice on my boobs. With his right hand only, leaving his left arm around my chest, he removed the right side of my bra. Then he switched hands and reaching to the pile of clothes with my bra in his left hand, he dropped it in the pile.

I was nude but Logan was holding me from behind. I turned my head to my right where our faces met and we kissed. It was a long kiss and the crowd cheered. It was interesting kissing someone who was behind you. All this drama yet we still had to undress Logan.

I smiled and turned. I didn’t think I could put on as good a show but I was going to try. I’m not sure if Logan planned it this way but it was a good bet that he had worn a button up shirt today just to make taking it off take that much longer. I unbuttoned one at a time. When I had unbuttoned half of them I reached in with my hands and rubbed his chest, that is, his muscular chest and stomach. Oh, that stomach. I could feel the ripples and he wasn’t even tensing.

He had tucked his shirt in like I had done so I undid his pants the same way he undid mine, then took his shirt off. Next was his shoes then socks. I didn’t ask, I just dropped them into the same pile with my clothes. He didn’t ask me so I didn’t ask him: he was going barefoot today.

I stepped back to take a look. Naked bodies are so sexy, yet sometimes being half-clothed can be just as tempting. This was the case with Logan standing there only in his jeans. I took a moment to savor the sight before sauntering up to him and putting my arms around his neck then we had another kiss. This one was deeper than the first and we held it for a while. The crowd was really getting riled up so I had to cut his tongue loose and I knelt down and pulled his cock out from above his underwear. It was soft.

Psyche! Like hell it was soft. It was as hard as a rock. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked for a few seconds for good measure then took his pants off leaving Logan standing there in his underwear and his cock sticking out the top. Then it was my turn to go behind him.

I grabbed that hard cock of his in one hand and the crowd cheered. I stroked it a couple times before finally taking off his underwear. From behind I wrapped my arms around Logan’s torso and laid my head on his shoulder. It felt good to hold him this way and I could have spent all day like this but the first bell rang. We had to go.

I didn’t know if I’d be able to make it to English. I thought, maybe we could give each other relief in first period music class on the sly. Hmm.

LOGAN

I had a great day yesterday so I wasn’t expecting it to be as good today. But I at least wanted to start it off right. I played with Emily this morning taking her clothes off in front of the crowd. She did the same. That left me with a raging hard on, but what’s new?

They mentioned over the loudspeaker system during homeroom that the team won yesterday and I thought back to Audrey. I thought of Cheyenne too. I couldn’t wait for practice this afternoon and to see both of them again. I looked down between my legs and my dick was bobbing to my heart beat. Yikes. I should have jerked off this morning before school.

The bell rang and I ran towards music and to meet Emily. I got caught by an RR.

“Can I feel your ass?” the girl said. I’d never seen her before but I think she was either a junior or senior.

“Sure. I don’t want to be late for class though so only a few seconds.”

She came real close so we were touching on our sides as she began rubbing my ass cheeks. It felt pretty good but then I felt something starting to get between my cheeks. She wouldn’t, would she?

“Um, I don’t think you’re supposed to do that.” I told her.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“But I uh...” I tried to stop her but by this time she had snaked a finger right up there touching the end of my butthole. I froze. Nothing had ever been there before except turds and that had always been traveling the other way. I felt it going in. Further and further. It was uncomfortable as hell, yet, and this is very weird, somehow, I wanted more. What the hell?

The finger crept up further and further. She stopped, probably because her finger was all the way in, and it remained stuck there and I was unable to move. I felt her finger wiggle around. I can only imagine the expression I had on my face. It was a mixture of fear, cramped-ness and pleasure.

Almost like that, it was gone as she removed her finger. I was horrified. What the hell just happened? Why did I let it happen? This was way too weird.

“Thanks!” she said wearing a huge smile on her face. “You’re a good sport. You’re the only one that’s ever let me do that.”

“Uh, you’re welcome. I guess.”

Then she was gone. I walked to music, only it was a different walk this time. I’d never walked like that before. My dick was still hard as steel but my mind was off kilter as I walked into music class. I met Emily in music class. We were in one of those rooms with the soundproof walls, you know, with a bunch of holes in it. I guess that’s a good thing since you wouldn’t want all the noise bothering other classes.

“You okay?” Emily asked.

“Uh, yeah. Why do you ask?”

“You look ... different.”

“I’m fine. You look good.” At least I made Emily smile. It was sincere -- Emily always looked great, especially nude. My dick tried to tell her she looked good too and she just might have heard that.

As usual, we were up front with no relief. Miss Haley surely knew we needed it, I mean my dick was sticking out a mile. We began singing. Now I’m not such a great singer to begin with so I usually sing real softly so I don’t fuck up the song. But I was in a weird mood today. I felt like I wanted revenge, so I sang -- loudly and off key. Off key was really easy for me, especially the way I felt after having a finger stuck up my ass. Miss Haley was surely going to notice and she did.

She stopped us. “Okay people. Concentrate this time. Let’s take it from the top.” Miss Haley said.

We started singing again. I waited for a couple of measures then I began singing again -- loudly and invariably off key.

“Okay everyone, stop. Stop. Logan, are you doing alright?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?”

I felt like telling her I just had some girl’s finger deep in my shit hole but I held my tongue. However, I was still upset. “I can’t concentrate.” I told her.

“And why not?”

“Something’s bothering me. I think I’m going to faint.”

“Do you need to see the school nurse?”

“No, I need the blood in my penis to go back up to my head.” I heard snickering behind me. Even Emily stifled a laugh.

“You need to keep control of that Mr. Morris.” Miss Haley said with more than a bit of irritation in her voice.

“I’m trying to but it’s hard.” There was more snickering behind me as everyone caught the pun.

“If you can’t control yourself then kindly refrain from singing.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

We began again and I decided it would be better to keep my mouth shut this time. However, Emily picked up on it and she started to sing -- loudly and off key.

“Alright, class, stop it. Miss Cox are you okay?”

“No ma’am. I know you can’t see my erection since I don’t have a penis but I’m just as horny as Logan. You have to believe me.” Emily answered. There was outright laughter behind us now, especially after her mentioning her non-existent erection. I was even laughing.

“Class, settle down. Miss Cox, I know what you two are doing. We have too much material to cover to spend time on frivolous things like relief.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Emily replied. Well, we tried.

We began singing again. However, this time, everyone was singing -- loudly and off key.

“Class. CLASS! Stop this.” The whole class was laughing out loud. Poor Miss Haley. I almost felt bad for her. “I give up. If I let you two have relief will you behave?”

“It will be a lot easier to concentrate, Miss Haley.” I said.

“Fine. You have five minutes.” The class cheered.

Emily and I stepped forward. “Let me do you first.” I told her. I knelt down and assaulted her wet pussy with my fingers and mouth. Just to make sure she came fast so there was enough time left for me, I snaked the middle finger of my left hand into her butt. I didn’t make it too far before she came, pulling my face into her shaved pussy real hard. You learn something new every day, don’t you?

“What was that about?” Emily asked as we switched places.

“What?”

“Violating my ass?”

“I just felt like it.”

“I’ll get you back.”

And get me back she did. I wasn’t going to last long anyway, but as she was sucking on my dick, she poked me in the rear and that was it. I exploded a load of cum into her. We were done and took our positions in line and finished the class singing, or in my case, moving my lips. I could at least relax in music class now that I had cum.

As we were walking to English class Emily asked me “Why did you do that?”

“What?”

“Stick me in the ass.”

“I just felt like it.”

“Don’t do that anymore.”

“You came when I did.”

That shut her up. She was turning red. Sharon stopped me again and as usual wanted to feel me. This time I was soft and Sharon wanted to know what was wrong.

“I just got relief a few moments ago.”

“Aw.”

“It’ll return soon. But I guess you’ll be gone.”

Sharon’s bottom lip was sticking out like she was about to cry.

“I’ll make a deal with you.” I said.

“What?”

“I’ll make sure it’s hard for you tomorrow.”

“You will?”

“Yep. And maybe I’ll let you stroke it until I cum.”

Sharon’s eyes lit up. I guessed she never did that to anyone. But she seemed nice and I wanted to do something nice for her. Maybe I could think of something special, but for now time was running out and Emily and I had to get to English.

“I know I can’t ask for RR’s from you, Sharon, but can I have a little kiss?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

I gave her a kiss with a little bit of tongue. I probably made her day. I hope I did, but we had to run to English.

EMILY

Miracle of miracles: we were able to get Miss Haley to let us give each other relief in music class! It was Logan’s idea and it was brilliant. We had help from the rest of the class and I’m glad it worked out. But Logan did something weird: he put his finger not just between my butt cheeks but up inside a little way. Oh well. He was right: even though it was strange, it did make me reach orgasm almost instantly. Maybe it’s because it was new. Whatever. It was just so bizarre.

In the hallway, that girl, Sharon, caught Logan again. I got caught by two guys who wanted to feel my tits, ho-hum. I let them because I had to. They were a bit heavy handed and I told them so. They didn’t seem to care. Those are the worst.

Logon, on the other hand, promised that he would let Sharon stroke his cock until he came tomorrow. I’m not sure that was such a good idea, but I can’t make his decisions for him. Mrs. Bloom almost seemed upset that both of us denied her offer for relief.

“No record-breaking performances today?” she asked.

“Sorry. We kind of blew it, if you know what I mean, earlier in music class.”

“Well then, let’s get started.”

We were still studying writing and grammar and composition -- boring stuff. We had to do a lot of writing. It is good, however, that Mrs. Bloom helped both Logan and I write our Program journals, so she’s cool. However, I can’t wait to tell you what happened in domestic science.

Ms. Brown was looking especially nice when I walked into class. She was wearing a white frilly blouse, the kind with the frills around the buttons, wrists and neck. Over this she wore a red vest. Her hair was up which was unusual since she usually let her dirty blonde hair hang low past her shoulders. Down below she wore a flowery skirt that went just past her knees and she had on high heels and white stockings. Oh my, she was sexy. I’d never seen her this way. Even her attitude was different this day.

“Good morning, Miss Cox. Please take your seat.” she said with authority.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She made all the students sit down until the bell rang. Then she began.

“Now class, I would like to talk to you about something that is very important.”

“Nudity?” one of guys in class interrupted. His name was Mike, by the way.

Ms. Brown stopped talking and walked over to the front of Mike’s desk. All eyes in class followed her. She had a stern look on her face as her heels clacked on the classroom floor taking forever to make her way to Mike. The class was dead quiet. Ms. Brown’s right, stocking clad, high heeled foot was thrust up and placed in the middle of Mike’s desk as she bent over so that her face was millimeters in front of Mike.

“Are you the teacher, Mr. Singelton?” she said sternly.

“N-no.”

“Then I would highly advise you to keep your mouth shut while the teacher is talking. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” he said. Wow! She meant business.

Ms. Brown walked back up to the front of class. You could hear a pin drop and only the clack-clack of her heels was heard as she made her way back up front. It was almost deafening.

“Now then, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted...” she began talking looking directly at Mike, “I would like to talk about marriage and relationships and how they relate to the male and female roles in society, the family, two people making love to each other and yes, even nudity.”

She took off her vest and hung it over the back of her chair.

“Long ago in America, during the nineteen fifties after the great war, times were good in the United States. However, war had changed society and women had a taste of working rather than staying home. Yet the ideal life was still seen as the woman being a homemaker and the man earning the money.”

She untied and took off the blue scarf that was tied in a bow around her neck and set it over the back of the chair joining her red vest.

“Life was good then. People still saw church and God as a necessary thing to bring into their lives.”

Ms. Brown unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.

“But to make a family you need children, hence sex.”

Another button was undone. If anyone in the class wasn’t paying attention before, they were now that she mentioned sex.

“Sex is the Lord’s gift, his reward, for having and raising children. The man and woman, however, are expected to keep this private.”

She unbuttoned another one and we could see her red lacy bra peeking out between the frills of her blouse and then she resumed her lesson as if nothing was different. Yet, something was very different. The air was thick and everyone in class felt it. She dominated everyone’s attention.

“A family cannot function unless everyone pulls their weight and there is something to be said for well-defined roles: a mother, a father, and children that adore their parents.”

Ms. Brown hiked up her white blouse pulling it a little way out of her skirt so she could reach the last button. When it was undone she pulled the blouse out of its confines around the waist of her skirt and let it hang there. The class could clearly see her red lacy bra now.

She was pacing back and forth in front of us as the history lecture went on. I’d never been so enraptured by a teacher’s speech. She kept going on about a woman’s and a man’s role in a relationship, not just marriage. She told us how some would call it sexist but that the roles should be agreed upon, whatever they were -- traditional or not. She talked about roles in the bedroom. Then she took off her blouse where it was put over the back of her chair joining the other pieces of clothing she had taken off. She called me up front.

“Miss Cox, will you please come up front and help me with this lesson.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said as I walked up to her. There was no way I could refuse. It was like I was in a trance.

The teacher turned slightly to the side and asked me to undo her bra. My fingers were trembling as I unclasped it from behind. Ms. Brown held her bra in place with her hands and continued talking. I stayed in front of class as Ms. Brown slowly walked back to Mike’s desk. Every eye in class followed her. I could see from my vantage point just how well she held everyone’s attention.

“Nudity is another gift from God.” she said. She took her bra off and held it above Mike’s desk with two fingers. Everyone in class gasped.

“As such, it should be dealt with reverence, neither worshiping nor denigrating it.” Ms. Brown said and then she let the bra fall from her fingers onto Mr. Singleton’s desk. Half the mouths in class fell open with the fall of her bra.

She turned and walked back up front. Clack-clack. Clack-clack. Clack-clack. She was looking directly at me this time as she made her way up front. Her boobs were magnificent: big, round and sagging ever so slightly. Her areolae were large, neither too dark nor too light. They were, in a word, perfect. I had no idea they were so big. How the hell has she been hiding them all this time?

Ms. Brown stopped in front of me and I wanted to reach out and grab those wonderful orbs that were in my face. But she was in charge and I refrained for fear I would be reprimanded, or worse.

“The school system forces students to experience public nudity.” she said looking only at me. Then she turned to face the class. “As you probably have guessed, I do not agree with this, but I am part of the system so I must go along with it. However, I implore you to leave its shortcomings behind and embrace what is good about being in a state of undress. It is no longer a private thing and we must become used to that fact.”

Ms. Brown turned her skirt around her waist enough to where she could easily reach the buttons that were holding it. She let the skirt fall to the floor. All mouths in the class now became agape and eyes were nearly as large as the open mouths. Ms. Brown’s stockings were held up with a very sexy, white, lacy garter belt but the first thing I noticed was that she was wearing no panties. Her bush was trimmed into a heart shape and it was beautiful. I felt a twinge of regret for what I did to her earlier this week. Ms. Brown herself was beautiful and sexy as hell. She made her way back to me.

“I understand, class, how tempting sex might be when naked bodies are all around.” she said. She came close and grabbed my hair in the back tilting my head up, however, she did so very, very gently. It was not like she forced me, it was more like a suggestion and I wanted to look up to her. When I did we kissed on the lips and her tongue found the inside of my mouth. My pussy instantly started dripping. Then she broke off the kiss, still holding me by the hair.

I knew what her game was now. All her lecturing was really bullshit -- a show put on for me. She was getting back at me for what I did to her the past two days. She was good -- damn good. I didn’t see it coming until now. She got to me and there was nothing I could do about it. At this moment I was hers, all hers. I learned my lesson well. Be very careful when you fuck with the teacher; she might just fuck back.

Class continued this way with me and Ms. Brown up front, both of us naked, or near naked in her case. The way she was dressed, I dare say, was sexier than totally nude. Ms. Brown would pace around the class room, every now and then touching a student on the shoulder or messing with their hair, until class was over. Don’t ask me what she said, because like I said before, it was all bullshit and I was delirious. All I wanted for the rest of class was her. I knew I wasn’t going to get her.

We filed out of class with Ms. Brown standing by the door, still naked. As I went by she winked at me. Yeah, no hard feelings.

LOGAN

“Can’t I at least use hand tools, Mr. Hadley?”

“Do you want to cut your dick off?”

“Gosh. When you put it that way...”

“You’ll thank me next week when you still have all your parts.”

“Aaaaaaaa!” I screamed to myself.

Totally boring. I have nothing to say about shop except why aren’t there any girls in class? I know in other shop classes like woodworking there are girls. I miss girls. At least it wouldn’t be so boring.

I sat and contemplated. I still felt that girl’s finger up my ass. Not physically, but mentally. I didn’t like it. Maybe a little, but mostly I did NOT like it. Right? Why am I thinking about it so much? Why can’t I use tools?

In science, we learned how the earth isn’t round. That’s right, it bulges at the equator. And even then, the bulge is moved a little south. It blew my mind until the teacher mentioned mountains and how the earth is so much higher in some spots and so low, like the Mariana’s trench, in others. But even then, it was closer to a perfect sphere than any sphere man can make by machine on earth. We’re able to measure the earth to so much precision and we do it by measuring the orbits of satellites. That’s what really blew my mind. I almost didn’t want to leave science class, but I was hungry and needed the break.

Cherry’s tits were right in front of me at lunch again which brought my dick to attention. I can count on that. Emily, as usual, was late.

“Hey, you alright?” I asked her.

“Yeah, why?”

“You look, I don’t know, upset maybe.”

“I’m fine, Logan. What about you?”

“I’m fine.”

Emily leaned over and whispered in my ear as her hand was on my dick. “I wish we could do English over today.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“We missed relief in English; I’m horny right now, Logan.”

“If you keep stroking me like that under the table we’ll be doing it right here in the cafeteria. You know that’s not allowed.”

“Others have done it right on the table. We wouldn’t be the first.”

“I don’t want to get into trouble. If you need me in math I promise I’ll give you relief.”

“I can’t wait until math.”

“Then do it in the showers after P.E.”

“If I don’t, I’ll have to have someone do it in science for me.”

“What made you so horny?”

“Domestic science. The teacher is sexy as fuck.”

“That sounds like a class I should be taking. Can’t you wait?”

“No.”

“Let’s go out in the hallway. Hopefully nobody will catch us.”

We left our food on the table and scurried out. We walked down the hall some and found a little cranny around a corner and decided to do it there. I don’t think Emily could have made it much further.

Emily leaned against the cinder block hallway wall and opened her legs. It looked like she was already wet and didn’t look like she needed any foreplay so I started licking. She started moaning. I wanted to tell her to be a little quieter but my mouth was occupied. It was like in English class before, that is, she came fast.

Once Emily did cum she slid slowly down the wall, bending her knees and trapping my head between them. She shuddered for a few moments then relaxed.

“Oh God, I needed that.”

“Even after music?”

“You don’t know what Ms. Brown did.”

“What did she do?”

“She got revenge.”

I didn’t know what she was talking about but a few minutes later we were back in the cafeteria. Jim and the others at the naked table teased us about disappearing but we shook it off. Emily was in a much calmer mood now.

“So, what happened in the showers yesterday, Logan?” Emily asked.

“Oh, uh, Sue was my shower buddy.”

“What about Mia?”

“Sue chased her away.”

“Good. So, I heard you did more than just shower with Sue.”

“Yeah, I may as well tell you because a lot girls saw us. I got a blow job.”

“Lucky, you.”

“Sue’s good. I didn’t last long.”

“You never last long.”

“This is true.” I said, a little shameful.

“She is good though.” Emily laughed. “The volleyball team has a game today.”

“I hope they win. Are you going to be cheering for them, Emily?”

“Yep. Too bad you guys can’t get out of practice to see it.”

“We’ll be nearby and we’ll probably hear the cheering. We might get out early to see the end of the game too, I don’t know. I hear that happens sometimes.”

“I hope you do. It’s exciting to see them. Especially Sue. She plays nude now.”

“I heard. She must be distracting as hell.”

“Oh, she is. You won yesterday.”

“But there’s a lot more wrestling matches left in the season. We have a match tomorrow.”

“I’ll be there cheering especially for you, Logan. I hope you win.”

“Thanks.”

More basketball in P.E. They like basketball. That’s because the teachers have it easy. They sit back and watch, or rather talk among themselves as the rest of us bounce the ball around. Basketball is kind of self-policing so I don’t blame them. I couldn’t wait for the showers though. However, Mia was on the prowl today and she cornered me this time before I could get to anyone else.

“I missed you yesterday.” she said with a cute smile.

“Oh, yeah. I missed you too.”

“I wished I could have given you relief in English. Is it because of Emily that you didn’t ask for it?”

“We had just given each other relief in music, the period right before English. Sorry.”

“Too bad. Can you be my shower buddy today?”

“What about Oscar?”

“I did that yesterday. I want you today.”

“Okay, fine.” I told her. I mean, why not?

She hugged me. Not all of the girls in the locker room were naked at this point but Mia always seems to be one of the first. So, of course, we were both naked hugging. I couldn’t help but get even harder than I was and I felt my dick poking into Mia’s flesh, just above her pussy. Mia did something a little unexpected while we were hugging: she ground her hips into me.

“Whoa there, little lady. What are you doing?” I said.

“I want to have you inside of me, Logan. Why don’t we go around the corner? We can do it in the bathroom stall and close the doors. No one will know.”

“Mia, we hardly know each other.”

“We share classes.”