Chapter 3: Tuesday 1

SUSAN

Mom dropped me off at school Tuesday morning like she always does. I don’t live very far from school but Mom wants to bring me anyway. She thinks it’s safer. Like a six foot four athlete, even if she is a girl, can’t take care of herself.

Jason’s Mom lets him walk to and from school and look at him. As usual, I beat him to school this morning. But I was going to wait for him to show up before I started undressing. After all, he was my partner and there’s a dedicated group of students who gather every morning to see The Program participants take their clothes off. I also had a surprise for Jason. I finally saw him walk down the street. I could see him before most of the other students since I’m taller than all of them.

I escorted him inside to the boxes.

“You ready?”

“Sure.” he said.

“Would you like to undress me?”

“If you want me to.”

“Everybody here is expecting us to. Look at Julian and Sharon over there.”

“Who?”

“The Juniors. Everyone is watching them because they’re undressing each other.”

“Fine. But you’re going to have to, uh, bend down or something if you want me to take off your shirt.”

“I’ll kneel. Then you can get my shirt over my head.”

When he pulled my shirt up he still couldn’t reach with my hands all the way up so I bent over. Jay backed up quite a ways and was then able to pull it off.

“You’re not wearing a bra!”

“Why should I?”

“I thought girls liked wearing bras.”

“Some do. I don’t particularly care for them. I kind of have to wear them though or the twins bounce around too much when I jump. Not that there’s much to bounce.”

“Then why aren’t you wearing one?”

“I’m only going to take it off when I get here.”

“Oh yeah. I guess I don’t have to wear underwear either.”

“You don’t need to go that far, Jay.”

“Okay.”

“Here, take my shoes off next.”

I stood and moved my right foot out so he could undo the straps on my sandal. He did so slowly and deliberately. That was unexpected. He was so clumsy with the shirt I figured he’d be the same way taking off my shoes. He must be getting more comfortable with this. We repeated this with my left foot.

“Now the pants.”

“Um, okay.” he said. Then he moved closer. His hands were fumbling with my belt this time as his clumsiness returned. I had to help him. I suppose it makes sense; I mean this is my pants he was getting ready to pull down. After undoing the zipper he struggled a bit to pull the top of my pants over my hips. I can’t blame him for that: my pants were pretty tight. Once past my hips the rest of the way down was a piece of cake. I stepped out of them.

“My panties, it’s time.”

He slipped his index fingers of each hand into the elastic in front then he slid his fingers around each side to my back. I got a chill up my spine when his hands reached all the way around and I guess my hips were almost too much for him. His arms were hugging my waist.

He slid his fingers back around to the front moving the elastic down ever so slightly. His clumsiness had left him again. Maybe he was really getting into putting on a show for the crowd that was now gathering around us; the little show off.

I did some showing off myself. After stepping out of my panties I twirled around once, opened my arms out and said “Ta da!” for the crowd that had gathered. At this point all eyes were on us. Jason’s eyes were wide open at me.

“You shaved!”

JASON

The Program forces you to realize certain things. For me, it was the fact that I was noticing girls. Sure, I’d seen naked girls for my time in high school, namely, those who were in The Program. However, they were just there, like naked guys. They never did anything for me. That is, not until yesterday. It wasn’t until I was finally able to see a longtime friend and someone I adored, in the nude. I’d never even thought about her this way until yesterday. The Program had always been in the back of my mind yet something not exactly tangible since nobody I had known so personally had gone through it yet. That’s now changed.

The mystery was gone, now replaced with sheer awe. Sue and I were back to talking to each other and I hoped to keep it that way. But more, we were partners. Only, I had serious doubts that after this week that the situation would stay like that. It was worth it to try though.

Sue’s body was that of a goddess -- a towering beauty that moved with the grace of a cat. She was out of my league, of course. I still admired her form: something almost otherworldly and until yesterday, unobtainable. Something completely unexpected happened: she asked me -- no made me -- give her relief yesterday. I didn’t just touch her, I touched her with my tongue on her nether regions. I tasted her nectar. I ... whoa! I can’t believe that thinking such things is making me feel like this inside.

There’s also this new girl I met, Mia -- so cute and sexy. Funny; until yesterday I never really knew the meaning of sexy. Mia and I held each other naked in the shower. It wasn’t long enough -- I didn’t want to let go. I wonder if she’ll even remember me today. That whole episode under the shower was unexpected too.

And a girl who initially physically hurt me yesterday morning did another thing completely unexpected: she apologized and then smiled at me. And you know what else? I actually liked her, especially when we talked and laughed together like we were old friends. The time was too short and I didn’t want to leave her yesterday.

Here I was this morning with my old friend, Sue. She had asked me to undress her. After a bit of struggle, because of our relative height difference, she was once again standing naked before me. Taking her shoes off was especially exciting, and then in her nakedness I noticed that her vagina was on full display. Unlike yesterday, today she had no pubic hair.

“I told you I was going to.” she said. “We’re in this together, remember?”

“Yeah. You didn’t have to do that for me, Sue. Really.” I was flattered.

“Does it make you happy?”

“Yeah. I appreciate the fact that you did it for me, but I don’t think it’ll make much of a difference.”

“Does it look sexy?”

“I’m not the person to ask such questions, Sue.”

“I hope you didn’t think I was making fun of you or anything.”

“No. Now that I think about it,” I started whispering, “I won’t get any hair stuck between my teeth the next time.”

The people immediately around us heard that little whisper and laughed. I didn’t think it was too funny; I was being serious. I still wasn’t sure whether I’d ever get to have another chance at it, but if I did, I wasn’t going to have to worry about picking pubes out from between my teeth, like yesterday.

Still, the hairless look was quite fascinating and I suppose, yes, it was sexy. I could see her most intimate parts of her right out front and center. But the best part was that she did it for me.

SUSAN

The crowd was laughing at Jay’s remark. I was blushing. I really had no reason to -- he and I were the only one’s that knew what happened behind the bleachers yesterday. I was still embarrassed about it.

Then I saw Emily over in the corner undressing. I got satisfaction that she had no partner to help her get undressed. Still, people were gathering around her too.

“She doesn’t deserve the attention they’re giving her.” I told Jay.

“Why not?”

“Because she hurt you.”

“But they don’t know that.”

“I have a mind to tell everyone.”

“Don’t, Sue.” he said. “It’ll just cause more problems.”

“She better not let me catch her hurting you again. I’ll pound her ass.”

“She won’t. No asses will be pounded on account of me.”

“We’ll see about that. Okay, your turn. Come here.”

Now I get to undress Jay. I kneeled back down.

JASON

Sue was really upset with Emily. I was the one that got hit and I wasn’t nearly as upset as Sue seemed to be. I really wished people would stop making a big deal out of things in my life.

Anyway it was my turn to get undressed. I figured that Sue would be undressing me just like I undressed her. She knelt back down to get to my size. Even so, she was still a couple inches or so taller than me.

I took my jacket off before she grabbed the bottom of my shirt. I had pulled it out of its place tucked into my pants, then Sue pulled it over my head.

I wasn’t quite as nervous as yesterday; I had already spent a whole day in front of every one in school naked. Plus most of last evening with my little, I mean younger sister, was spent in the nude. That didn’t mean I wanted to do this in front of everyone. Getting my shirt off wasn’t so bad, but it reminded me of what was about to come.

Sue untied my shoes and took them off as I raised each foot. Once my feet were only clad in socks she began to unbuckle my belt then the clasp of my jeans. She unzipped my pants slowly looking up at me as she did so rather than at what she was doing. It was sexy.

When she got to my underwear she did the same thing I did to her by slipping her fingers under the elastic waist band and slid them slowly down my legs. She must have done this for the crowd that was now rapidly thinning.

I had done the same to her before because I wanted the reveal to last longer and I think the crowd around us at the time appreciated it. I could tell you that I did this for the crowd, but that wouldn’t be the truth: I did it for me. I don’t know exactly why. I believe it had something to do with that part of her being naughty. It was forbidden fruit, or used to be before the damned Program came into effect. I could still imagine it that way and I did this morning for my own selfish reasons.

And now here I was, nude except for socks and shoes. The crowd was by now only a handful of people, mostly girls. They cheered. I knew it was for Sue but I felt good for her. She was pretty enough to get a cheer, that’s for sure, plus she was popular being the star volleyball player. I couldn’t imagine what it was like. Then this volleyball star did something else that was completely unexpected. She bent down and kissed my penis.

It was so gentle and it started something -- it made it swell and get hard. Sue giggled. I think she got a kick out of it. At least Sue acknowledged me again. This week she even called me her friend. I figure this whole week can’t be a total fail, Sue will be my friend. And next week, when she’s no longer my friend again, I’ll be able to wear clothes.

Sue took my hand.

“Come on. We need to get to our classes.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I reminded her.

“What?”

“Your shoes.”

“Oh yeah.” she said. She let go of my hand and ran over to her shoes. Instead of putting them on she dropped them in the clothes box, then ran back to me and took my hand again.

We walked as far as we could before we had to part to go to our homerooms. Later we’d be in different first periods and then finally, we’d get to be together in art again.

SUSAN

Jason let go of my hand before we reached his homeroom. We had to go different ways. I felt a little empty letting him go. I wanted to feel his little hand in mine again. I wanted to hold him; all of him. I wanted him to lick my pussy.

Uh oh! That’s not what I meant to say. I meant, I needed relief. This was way too early in the morning for relief though. Can I wait until art? Would Jason do that for me again if I asked, this time in front of everyone? I really hoped so.

In the meantime I had to endure homeroom and morning announcements. At least I won’t be surprised today by being called to the principal’s office for The Program. Some consolation, right?

After morning announcements, Dr. Bruce had one last thing to say over the PA system.

I knew which incident he was talking about: it was Jay being spanked yesterday. I felt sad for him again but he seemed to be in good spirits this morning. It’s a good thing his butt isn’t red anymore.

JASON

The principal was talking about yesterday’s incident this morning over the PA. I don’t think anyone in homeroom had seen what happened yesterday or put two and two together to figure out that I was the one that Dr. Bruce was talking about. They may have been able to figure out that Emily was one of the ones being punished since she wasn’t called yesterday into The Program yet was running around nude with the rest of us.

My first period class is calculus. I’m a bit ahead of everyone else in my grade in math and I like math, especially this week: it gives me something to concentrate on and forget my nudity.

It’s sounds a little strange when I think about it, but due to the math and science classes that I’ve been taking so far, my friends are mostly seniors more so than sophomores. They’re nicer to me and I can talk to them more than kids my own age.

I don’t know what I’ll be taking for math after this year, maybe statistics. Boring! And as for computers, forget that -- I took all the programming courses I could ages ago. The guidance councilor mentioned something about independent study, or even taking college courses. I would have to enroll in the community college for that, but I didn’t think Mom would be able to afford it so I figure that I have to take something beside math instead. It’s too bad; I love math and science.

So I’m not bad in science either -- I love it, in fact. However, not chemistry, otherwise I’d be taking that this school year. Instead I’m taking physics -- another senior class. I took and passed biology a couple years ago in middle school. I was actually taking the class at the Lovell high one day a week. Yeah, I was going to high school before my class mates were, yet they are the ones that looked much more mature. However, just for this week I’m with the rest of the sophomore class for a week in biology. Oh joy!

I do consider myself a nerd, by the way. It’s not because I’m into computers or the internet, but with me loving math and science I just fit in better with the nerdy crowd. I’m socially awkward too if you haven’t figured that one out yet. The Program is supposed to help with that though, right? Lot of good it’s doing me now. I still get the usual remarks from the peanut gallery that we call the hallway between classes.

“Hey, little boy, the elementary school is that way.”

“Did you bathe in hair remover?”

“Drink more milk, pipsqueak.”

Somehow I’m not quite gaining the confidence this Program is supposed to instill. Sure, I’ve had my moments, a little. I’d have to say that the genius who thought this Program crap up must be over six feet tall because he or she would never have come up with it if they had to endure what I’m going through.

It’s a good thing I take to math naturally. For most of the class today I sat staring at Vicky. She’s a senior taking calculus with me and she’s in The Program this week too which meant that I was staring at a naked girl. There’d been naked girls in my class before but this was special. I can’t say why exactly, but I’m sure it had something to do with the fact that I was naked too. And the fact that watching her was making my penis hard again.

She was a pretty girl -- short dark red hair, some freckles, and an average body. By that I mean she wasn’t fat or skinny. She had curves, of course, was average height and bigger than average breasts. What stood out about her most besides her red hair was her thick-rimmed glasses. Don’t ask me why, but they were sexy. Before this week I’d have never said such a thing; I would have just said ‘yeah, glasses.’ But now, they were sexy.

Calculus ended too soon. I was getting nervous having to brave the hallway again. My anxiety level went up a couple of notches when I heard Emily call my name in the hallway.

“Jason.”

Oh damn, what does she want now?

“Jason!”

“What!?”

“Stop for a minute.”

“I don’t want to be late for class.”

“You won’t be. You have to stop anyway for an RR.”

“You don’t get to ask for RR’s when you’re in The Program.”

“Yes, you do.”

“You just want to slap me again.”

“No, I don’t. I promise. I won’t hurt you.”

“What do you want?”

“I just want you to stop and turn around.”

“So you can hit me on the butt again.”

“No. I just want to look.”

“You can look but don’t touch.”

“Fine. Come over to the window.”

“Why?”

“Please.”

“Whatever.”

So, I walked over the a window and turned so Emily could look at my butt.

“Get your jollies yet?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Why did you want to stare at my ass?”

“I wasn’t staring. I just wanted to see if it was still red.”

“And?”

“The redness is gone. It looks fine.”

“No thanks to you.”

“Look, Jason, I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“I know. You told me yesterday. Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do.”

“Is the principal making you say that?”

“NO! That’s ... insulting.”

“Okay, fine. Apology accepted. I didn’t mean to be angry with you. It’s just, I don’t know, you made me nervous.”

“I’m sorry, and thank you for forgiving me. We better get to our classes.”

I had a couple more RR’s on my way to art class. One girl asked to fondle my junk. Weird, but what could I do? It was reasonable. I can’t say I was thrilled, but it brought back the same feelings I had with Mia in the showers yesterday. And another thing happened that I should have predicted: my penis got harder.

Before I reached art a thought occurred to me: Emily really apologized in earnest for what she did to me. She looked to see if I were alright and seemed to be concerned -- a genuine concern. I hadn’t expected that and I didn’t even realize what was happening until this moment. Maybe being put in the Program has humbled her. Or maybe she’s just doing that to get back on the cheerleading squad.

I had a couple more RR’s as I made my way to art class -- girls mostly that just wanted to look at my little weiner up close. It wasn’t quite that little anymore; like I said, I was semi-hard. In fact, it was getting harder.

I made it to art class just in time. Sue had beat me there, but barely. Ms. Tanner asked the usual “Do any of you need relief?” question right before class started. I didn’t expect Sue to need relief so early in the day but she said yes.

It was only second period now. I wondered if The Program were turning her into a horny old tramp -- or something like that, because I know she’s not a tramp.

Ms. Tanner invited her up front and asked if she wanted help. Every hand in class flew up, except mine. I figured she wouldn’t want me -- we already had our chance yesterday and although it was good, I was sure she wanted a little more variety or rather a little more than me. I was wrong.

Sue looked me right in the eye. You couldn’t mistake her looking at anyone else since I was in the front row, being that I would be up in front soon anyway.

“Jay? Will you do the honors for me?” she asked.

“Again?”

Oops. Now everyone knows about yesterday I think. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. But she still wanted me.

“Yeah. Don’t you want to?”

“Uh, sure. If you want me to.”

“I do.”

So here I was about to participate in my first relief assist. Second really, but the first didn’t count, did it? Anyway, I was a little more prepared for it this time and tried to do better today. Hmmm. What to do? I had to use a little imagination. After only a few seconds thought I knew what I was going to do.

I really wanted to start at her feet and work my way up but her legs were way too long and we didn’t have that much time. I settled for starting to kiss her mid-thigh.

I told her to take the seat that was conveniently set up middle front. Her long legs were out, knees together and feet slightly pigeon-toed. Why didn’t she wear any shoes today?

I knelt in front of her and moved her knees apart then kissed her right thigh. She gasped when I did this. She must be very sensitive on her thighs.

My plan was to kiss all the way up her right thigh just to the threshold of her pussy then start again on the same spot on the opposite thigh. However, by the time I reached that threshold her hips were moving back and forth fiercely. I looked up to see her head back and eyes closed. I decided not to move to the other side and instead just dive right in. After all, we only had about five minutes.

Her pussy was shaved clean as a baby’s butt and I noticed when I got close that it was glistening. This was going to be good.

I had read a story online of a woman who’s dog had licked her between the legs and given her an unimaginable climax. I know, it’s bestiality, but I’m a curious kid. I don’t know why that popped into my head that particular moment but it showed up right on time. I put one finger, then two into her wet pussy to, in effect, hold her down and then I licked, or rather, I lapped up her pussy like a thirsty dog. Woof, woof.

It only took a couple of swipes with my tongue before her hips shuddered and her whole body shook. It was like the earth, or at least the classroom, moved. She moaned out loud in front of everyone in class and then she fell off the chair. Clumsy girl. I tried to stay with her and ended up on the floor between her legs. We both fell down and were in a tangled mess together on the floor. I could have ended up in a lot worse places.

I vaguely heard things as I was going down on her, but now I heard cat calls and finally applause. Sue must have really wowed the class.

SUSAN

I needed relief so bad this morning and it turned out I was on a hair trigger. Ever since Jay undressed me before school started, it was building up. There were two other Program participants with me in first period social studies and although I didn’t ask for relief, Harriet and John did. Watching them was making me wet down below and the urge just kept getting stronger and stronger without letting up.

It must have been because I shaved but I’d never felt my wetness trickling down my leg before. Now I know why they give us towels. I had to have relief now and I didn’t care if it was in front of others.

I had never imagined I would ever do such a thing when my time came to be in The Program. All the other girls that I’d seen do this were little hussies -- so I thought. The guys were more interesting. I loved watching them, ahem, shoot their stuff. But here I was, a big hussy myself, champing at the bit for relief here in art class. Maybe those girls weren’t hussies. And maybe it was pretty sexy to watch them. Was I just as sexy?