Part 1: Monday

Chapter 1: Jason

Oh my God. I knew it would get around to me eventually, but it was still a huge shock when my turn came.

I'd overslept and was running a bit late for my first period English class. I was trying not to be tardy, and wasn't paying much attention to anything else, so I jumped a bit when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw the hand belonged to Mr. Jackson, the vice-principal.

"Mr. Fields," he said, and nodded a good morning to me. "Care to join me in Miss Pomeroy's office?" It wasn't so much a request as it was an order, and who was I to say 'no' anyway?

I've always been a good kid. Decent grades, plenty of school activities, never really been in trouble, so it was a mystery to me why I was being herded into the principal's office first thing on a Monday morning.

In retrospect, I should have seen it coming.

"Good morning, Jason." Miss Pomeroy sat behind her desk, a small smile on her face. She handed me a pamphlet and pointed me toward a chair. I sat and waited for an explanation, but nothing was said, so I took some time and looked at the small booklet she had given me.

Shit.

I was in The Program.

That's not the full name, of course. Officially, I was now involved in The Naked In School Program, but everyone just calls it The Program. People even say it with capital letters.

I think the whole thing started a few years ago in a school out east, which is weird when you think about it, right? If you were a school administrator, and you were going to have your students running around naked for a week, wouldn't you do it somewhere warmer than North Carolina? I would, but nobody asked me. Maybe when the program was started it was only in the fall or spring, and not winter.

Whatever. We do it year-round here at Kennedy Preparatory Academy (go Eagles!), but at least it stays warm here during the winter. Or more specifically November, which is when it is now.

I didn't read much of the pamphlet. Everyone knew what The Program was all about anyway, so I figure there's no point in dragging out the suspense.

"I suppose you want me naked?" I asked, sighing a little. Miss Pomeroy smiled and nodded. She seemed to be holding back a little giggle, although I couldn't figure out what I'd said that was so damn funny.

"Well, if you mean that you are required to remove your clothing in accordance with the guidelines laid out in the pamphlet, then yes I do. Whether or not I want you that way," she continued, stressing 'want' and making is sound kind of slutty, "is another story." She grinned.

I shook my head and nodded, more than a little embarrassed, and began taking off my clothes. It was going to be a little weird, what with people groping me in the halls, that much I knew from some friends who had already been in The Program, but nothing I couldn't handle.

I was most worried about getting an erection at an inopportune moment, even though no one seemed to mind all the guys walking around school like that, least of all the girls. I think maybe kids are more mature than adults give us credit for. Or maybe we're all just enjoying the free peep show too much to say anything about it.

Miss Pomeroy put a box on her desk, and told me that I would be able to pick up my stuff after school, but for the rest of the week I would need to remove my clothing before I entered the school building. I knew this already, of course. We've been doing The Program since the start of the school year, but I suppose she has her little speech all memorized, and there's probably a law about what she has to tell each participant.

"There is a special box near the front entryway which you will use to store your clothing and any personal items," she continued, and it sure sounded like a prepared speech. "This box will remain locked during school, and will only be opened for you as you leave at the conclusion of the day. Any off-campus activities you may have are to be considered a part of your education, and nudity will be mandatory. Do you have any questions?"

I couldn't think of any. I was still in a little bit of shock, to be honest. My dad and step-mom are pretty strict. Actually, my dad's okay, but my step-mom makes most bible-thumping, shotgun-packing, backwoods militiaman seem liberal by comparison. I was kind of surprised she hadn't gotten my step-sister and I on the do-not-participate list. I'd expected some sort of protest from her, at the very least.

"I have a question, I guess. Does this mean I'll have to perform at the choir concert this week in the nude?" I was in the senior choir, and our big fall concert was this Thursday. If I was going to have to sing in front of everyone totally naked, this week might not be that cool. To my horror, Miss Pomeroy nodded, although she seemed a little sad at my shocked expression. What was she thinking, that I'd be adjusted to it already?

What was my family going to think about this?

My step-sister Jennifer was in the choir, and I just knew there would be hissy fits about this at home! Don't get me wrong, we get along pretty well for step-siblings. Our parents married when we were only seven, so since we're both seniors this year we've had a lot of time to get used to living together, but there has always been some friction between us. I sighed. Just what I needed. Something else for her to hassle me about.

"Actually," I spoke, "I do have one other question. Aren't I supposed to have a partner?" For the first month of the school year, only guys went naked. Then in October, it was only the girls. Beginning earlier in November, two students from each class, one male and one female, had been paired together.

Suddenly I was looking forward to having someone to lean on for support. As long as she was cute, anyway. The first month of the year, there was this fat kid, Jamie Jenkins, and no one wanted to be close to him! Talk about blubber boy. Nice kid and all, but I think maybe he missed the personal hygiene lessons in grade school. As long as my partner didn't look anything like him, I'd get by.

Miss Pomeroy looked at the wall clock behind me and frowned. "Yes, it is a bit curious. Robert?" she called, and Mr. Jackson came in from the reception area. "Could you please see where our other participant is?"

As he was turning to go, there was a knock on the door. Apparently the other senior, whoever she was, was running even later than I was. Even when the vice-principal opened the door, my view was blocked and I couldn't see who it was, but Miss Pomeroy waved towards the door, ushering whomever it was to sit.

Suddenly my day got a whole lot worse.

I gulped as my partner sat next to me, a shocked expression on her face.

"Hi Jennifer."

Chapter 2: Jennifer

"Hi Jason. Why are you naked in... oh my God." What the heck? I hadn't had any idea why I'd been pulled out of band and into the principal's office, but judging by the horrified look on Jason's face, I knew it couldn't be good. The fact that he was sitting there naked was a pretty good clue what was going on.

As soon as I saw the two naked people on the front of the brochure Miss Pomeroy handed me, I knew what was going on started to blush.

And then I started to get nervous.

Jason was going to see me naked. I wanted to shout for joy, but then I wanted to cry. See, the thing of it is, I've had a crush on my step-brother ever since my mom married his dad. That was about ten years ago, and I know I've acted like a foolish little girl around Jason, even though I'm technically older, by three months

He's never treated me as anything but a sister, and I knew he would be horrified if he knew how many nights I've gone to bed thinking of him touching me. My favorite sexual fantasy is about him, so it's no wonder why I was blushing at the thought of us spending the week together naked in school. He'd always gotten me wet, he was such a hottie.

I could feel my nipples start to crinkle at the thought of him looking at my body. I hoped he'd get hard looking at me. I'd always wanted to see his dick, and knew that I'd have lots of chances this week. What if he felt the same way about me? I felt my pussy get a little more squishy at the idea.

"What?" I knew someone had said something, but wasn't sure what. I received a stern look from the principal, who I noticed was holding out a cardboard box to me. I took it, but wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with it.

"Uh... thanks. What's this for?" I asked. Miss Pomeroy gave me another glare, along with an exasperated sigh. Hey, what's she expect? She sticks me in a room with my step-brother, whose bones I've wanted to jump for years, and she doesn't think I might get a little distracted? Please!

"Your clothes, Miss Rose, will go in the box. You may get them at the end of school." She continued with a brief outline of the program, which I zoned out, trying to steal quick glances at Jason's crotch. He was holding his hands in his lap, damn him, hiding the most important bits and pieces from my view. I felt kind of bad for him, he looked so miserable.

"What about our parents?" Jason suddenly asked. I felt a chill go through me as he said it. I hadn't even thought about our family. What would they think? My mom, as much as I hate to admit it, is a bit of a fuddy-duddy. She's nice and all that, but really is a stick in the mud

There was no way she would approve of this. She'd threatened to have us transfered out of the district when she heard about The Program, but my step-dad talked her out of it. I turned to the principal, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"Your parents received the information packet, as did every family, at the beginning of the fall term. It was well within their rights to place you on the list of students who will not participate, but they did not. Therefore, you begin your week immediately." Miss Pomeroy looked at me expectantly. What did she want?

I realized I was still clothed, and quickly started taking off my blouse and skirt. I tried to look out of the corner of my eye to see if Jason was watching me, but he seemed to have found something incredibly interesting to look at on the opposite wall. Shrugging my shoulders, I reached around, unfastening the clasp of my bra, and sighed as my boobs popped free.

As they bobbed there, I saw Jason glance up at me. By accident? I don't know, but I thought I heard a little gasp. I admit it, I have big boobs. Everyone is always looking at them, and I knew this week would be no different. I wear these industrial strength sports bras for extra support, even when I'm not playing volleyball, so I don't know if Jason realized how big my boobs were until today.

He sure knew now!

Laughing to myself, I quickly stripped off my panties, leaving me clothed only in my socks and shoes. I noticed Jason was still wearing his sneakers, and figured footwear must be okay.

Quickly sitting back in my chair, so as not to be obvious about giving Jason a free show, I turned back to the principal, and handed her my box of clothes.

Miss Pomeroy finished her lecture about The Program, and suddenly we were done. I got a hall pass back to band, and Jason told the principal he'd need one for English. I was going to wait around for him, but Jason seemed to have a lot of rearranging to do with his book bag, so I took off for class.

Chapter 3: Jason

I was so fucking embarrassed it hurt. I was glad I was sitting down, because the second Jennifer took off her clothes, I was hard as a rock. I tried to cover myself up, but I think I saw her peeking at me, although I don't know how much she could have seen.

And even after we were ready to go back to class, it was as if she was hanging around, just to get an eyeful of my cock.

Pretty embarrassing, if you ask me.

I got to English right near the end of class, much to the delight of everyone still fully clothed. Mr. Munroe took a quick glance at me, smirked a little, and told me to take my seat. I groaned as I looked around the room, trying to find a spot. The only open chair was next to Brenda.

Shit!

"Hey, stud! Come sit by me," she called out, giving everyone a big chuckle. I shuffled over to the chair and sat down, trying to hide myself as best I could.

"Mr. Munroe," I heard from the back of the room. Tiffany Meyers, a real busybody, had her hand up in the air and was waving it around, trying to get our teacher's attention. "Jason's covering himself up. He's not supposed to do that, is he?" I blushed, sitting up straight in my chair, putting both hands on the desktop, trying to act innocent.

One of the rules of The Program was that I wasn't allowed to cover myself. Not with my hands, or a book bag, or anything. I was to be completely available to all students and faculty. It was supposed to make me more comfortable with my body and sexuality, but I think too often it was a chance for people to gape at someone.

Mr. Munroe looked up from the podium. We were discussing Shakespeare's sonnets, and half the class was asleep. Unfortunately the other half seemed quite interested in my dick.

"Ah, yes indeed. I do believe you're correct Tiffany. Very good. Gold star."

Gold star? Mr. Munroe was getting old, but giving out gold stars? We weren't in grade school any more!

"Why don't you have him stand in front of the class?" suggested Brenda. Bitch! We'd gone out for a couple weeks a few years ago, before I realized what a heinous beast she was. Cock tease is too nice a phrase to describe her. Festering pile of demon seed is closer to the truth.

"Why don't we? We shall! We shall indeed. Jason, why don't you come up to the front of the classroom?" I groaned inwardly. For some reason, perhaps her large tits and sweet ass, Brenda had Mr. Munroe wrapped around her little finger. I know that's why half the guys in school had asked her out, myself included. It's just that I'd learned the error of my ways, and tried not to give her the time of day now that I was enlightened.

Knowing I had little choice, I stood and walked forward, my cock bobbing along in front of me.

"Oh! It's so cute!" Brenda whispered to Tiffany, loudly enough for the entire class to hear. I shot little daggers at her with my eyes, but she wasn't looking at my face, that's for sure. I'm positive my blush had spread from my face to my entire body, but I looked straight ahead, not wanting to risk looking anyone in the eye. I tried willing the blood out of my cock and into a more useful part of the body, but it was to no avail.

"Can I touch it?" I whipped my head around, trying to see who had asked. Mindy Glenn had her hand up, and I saw a few others look up from their Shakespeare-induced stupor and for once act interested in English class. This was not good!

I tried to stop it before this went any further, thinking Mr. Munroe would be thankful.

"I'm not sure what that has to do with English," I started, but was cut off by a chorus of shouting from the class.

"I think that would be a fine idea," said a distracted-sounding Mr. Munroe. I looked back at his desk, and he appeared to be about to fall asleep. I wondered if he'd even heard the question.

Getting all the go-ahead she needed, Mindy quickly walked down the aisle until she was standing beside me. Reaching out her hand, she brushed against the head of my cock, causing it to bounce up and down. Laughing softly, she did it again.

"Is this okay?" she asked, her face a mask of excitement. "I've never seen one like this before. Not... not as hard... as you are." She blushed bright crimson with the admission.

Mindy was a pretty girl, straight blond hair and deep blue eyes. She was a brilliant student, and because of that had skipped two grades. I knew she didn't have too many friends in our class. That's what happens I suppose, since she was younger than the rest of our classmates. We weren't close, but I tried to be nice to her.

"You can... you can grab it, if you want," I told her, then gasped when she did just that.

"Too tight?" she asked, quickly releasing my shaft. "Sorry."

"It's fine," I managed to get out. "Just try not to dig in with your fingernails. I'm pretty sensitive." She nodded seriously, her wide eyes staring at my stiff cock. I had been hard for quite a while now, and was craving release. She reached out again, more tentatively this time, and softly wrapped her fingers around my erection. I sighed at the contact.

Assured by my reaction, Mindy started a pumping motion on my shaft, bringing me closer to orgasm. She had a steely expression on her face, her pink tongue parting her lips in concentration. Suddenly the bell rang, and Mindy jumped back, startled by the noise, and released my prick from her fist.

"Okay class," said Mr. Munroe, having ignored the little spectacle we had been making. "Read sonnets twenty through thirty for class tomorrow. Have a good day."

Before I had a chance to say anything, most of the class was rushing past me to the door. Mindy gave me a shy wave goodbye before joining the river of students rushing through the hall. Making my way back to the desk, I nearly ran into Brenda.

Grabbing my cock before I had a chance to say anything, Brenda began jacking my cock up and down, and I felt myself again nearing release. As my prick swelled, near its bursting point, I began thrusting my hips into her fist. To my dismay, Brenda dropped my shaft and spun around.

"Sorry," she said. She was clearly anything but sorry, judging by the smirk on her face. "I hate to leave you... in your condition, but I have to get to class." Laughing, Brenda practically skipped out of the room.

I wanted to shout in frustration, but knowing I didn't want to be late for another class, I grabbed my books and headed for the door.

Hopefully Jennifer was having a better time than I was.

Chapter 4: Jennifer

If you've never had to play clarinet while marching outside in a cold rain, I don't recommend it. When I saw the weather outside, I figured I'd be able to put on something other than my shoes! I mean, a raincoat is protective, isn't it? It says right in the pamphlet that I'm allowed protective covering.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer," said Mr. Bergerud. He's the school's band director, in addition to being the choir director. Basically, he is the music department. "You're allowed protective covering, but only if you feel you may be physically harmed." He looked at me, and I fought to keep my hands by my sides. "You're very beautiful, and it's not too bad outside. Do you honestly feel in danger?"

Not by the rain I didn't, but the way he kept staring at my butt, I thought maybe my ass was in danger. I like Mr. B. a lot. He's a great teacher, but some of the things I hear about him? Chains and whips and bondage gear, weird kinky stuff like that. It's always seemed a little freaky, know what I mean? So just the thought of him wanting to violate my back door got me feeling a little queasy. I wondered how he ever got a job teaching high school kids.

"I suppose I don't feel like I'm in any danger," I finally said.

"Good girl!" he practically shouted. He slapped my butt as I walked past him out the door. I wasn't sure, but it felt seriously inappropriate how long he fondled me. I think he even gave me a little squeeze. Pervert. But I didn't want to rock the boat or anything, so I ran out to the football field and joined the rest of the clarinets.

So yeah, band sucked. It was windy, and wet, and I was miserable. I knew I was going to get sick over this, and that would really blow, because this week was so important. I'm on the volleyball team, I play outside hitter, and I have to admit, we're really good. The Kennedy Eagles (that's us) are ranked number three in the state. Only the West High Cadettes and Newport Bulldogs are ranked ahead of us, and the Bulldogs already lost in the state quarter-finals.

Our next game is against the team that beat them, the Rock Island Fighting Cougars, but they're in our conference, and we beat them the only time we played them this year. It was a five setter, but we won 15-8, 12-15, 15-3, 16-18 and then demolished them in the final game by a score of 15-1. It was close, but we made some stupid mistakes early in the match, but we bounced back. Plus, that was early in the year, and we're playing lots better now.

So if I'm sick for that match, I'll be really pissed.

As the period went on, I kind of found myself enjoying being naked outside. I'm not an exhibitionist, but I know I have a good body, and if the looks I was getting from most of the trumpet section were any indication, my boobs and ass were big hits.

One kid, a freshman named Johnny Randolph, almost caused a big pileup when he ran into one of the bass drums. Johnny is a scrawny kid, and doesn't look like a girl had ever given him a second look, so he was totally bug-eyed! He was so intent on getting a good look at me that he forgot to turn left on a pinwheel turn, and rammed his trombone through the bass drum head. It was pretty funny, but I felt bad for the guy when he got yelled at in front of everybody.

It's not his fault I'm so attractive, right? Just kidding. Still, I kind of felt responsible.

After band I went up to him. Everybody else was ignoring him like he was some kind of leper, so we were alone. It was kind of funny how his eyes went really wide when he saw me, and I suppose I must have been quite the sight. My hair was all wet and tangled from the rain and wind, and my body was still slick. He didn't know where to look.

"Hey Johnny," I said as I brushed against him. I'm kind of a flirt, I admit it, but I did say I felt bad for the kid, right? Why not give him a thrill.

"Uh... hey... Jenny," he finally squeaked out. I'd talked to him before, and I knew that his voice was an octave higher than normal. "What's up?"

"Oh nothing much. I have to dry off after being out in the rain like this. Naked." It was so cute how he blushed when I pointed out I wasn't wearing any clothes, as if it wasn't obvious!

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and I have to use the guy's bathroom." He nodded. "So... if you were in the bathroom, you might get a pretty good look at me."

I thought he was going to have a heart attack the way his eyes bulged out of their sockets. This was a bit of information that hadn't occurred to him before I'd said it, although I wouldn't be surprised if Johnny spent the rest of the day hanging outside the bathroom, hoping I'd need to go. Like I said, cute kid, although he practically ran me over as he shot past me to the bathroom.

"Thanks," I said as I swayed past him. Gentleman that he is, he held the door for me. I felt his eyes all over me, and felt my nipples start to pucker. I wasn't attracted to him, but the situation was kind of exciting. I know The Program is supposed to help me with my sexuality and body image, but if I could help someone else with their problems, wasn't that a good thing too?

"You need any help?" he asked anxiously, holding out a handful of paper towels. Did I? I'd only intended him to get a good look at me, but maybe... the thought was somehow thrilling.

Besides, it was a reasonable request, right? I nodded and laughed at the expression on his face. He looked so happy, you would have thought he'd just won the lottery.

"Dry my back?" I asked, and he quickly complied. He had a gentle touch, and I found myself relaxing under his soft hands. Soon enough my back was dry and I felt him hesitate. "It's okay if you dry everything," I said, stifling a grin. I could practically hear him gulping, and his Adam's Apple was bobbing up and down frantically.

Johnny grabbed more paper towels and began patting down my ass cheeks. I have pretty good muscle tone all over, but my butt is something I'm very proud of. If you watch much volleyball, you'll know what I mean when I tell you that I have a volleyball player's ass.

We'd been inside for a good fifteen minutes now, and I was pretty dry from standing around, but Johnny and I continued the charade of him "drying" me for a few more minutes.

To my surprise I found myself getting kind of worked up. A few times his fingers dipped between my ass cheeks and bumped against the bottom of my pussy. I'm sure it was an accident the first time it happened, but the next couple of times were too deliberate for that. No one has ever accused me of being shy, so I spread my legs a bit, presenting myself to his view more fully.

"Can I... can I do... can I dry your front?" Johnny stammered, clearly wanting a shot at my boobs. I wasn't sure how to let him down easy, when the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. We both looked at each other and I shrugged, causing my boobs to jiggle right in his face. I tried not to laugh at him, he looked mesmerized by them.

"Sorry Johnny." His face fell. "Hey, you never know, maybe it'll rain tomorrow." I happened to glance down and saw the front of his slacks tented out. I ran my fingers lightly over his bulge, and Johnny gasped as I tweaked the tip of what felt like a fairly respectable prick.

"You know, You may want to take care of this..." I said pointedly, giving his dick a quick squeeze. He squirmed, pushing himself against my hand, then froze as he realized what he was doing. I laughed, enjoying his sudden blush. "You have a few minutes... if you need to be alone." I looked in the direction of one of the bathroom stalls.

"Nah, I'm... I'm okay." By this time, Johnny's face was so flushed I thought he was going to explode. I was surprised there was enough blood left in his body to fill his cock, his face was so red.

"Okay, well... see ya tomorrow," I called over my shoulder as I exited the bathroom. If I swayed my hips a bit more than was necessary, is that so wrong? I realized I was again running a little late, and grabbed my books out of the band room and headed to class.

Jason and I shared a class this period, Mrs. McDonald's health class. I'd heard some stories about what other students had to do in health class and my heart sped up. Maybe I'd get to touch his cock, I thought and felt my nipples crinkle with anticipation.

Chapter 5: Jason

I wanted desperately to cover myself as I practically ran through the hallways. I couldn't though, and had to stop a couple times as people wanted to look at me.

One of the facets of The Program is that all participants have to allow for what are known as reasonable requests. Jennifer and I have to allow people to look at us or make us pose for them, and some kinds of touching, although that's kind of a gray area. I mean, if someone's "reasonable request" was for me to fuck them, I probably wouldn't.

One freshman girl I didn't know wanted to feel my cock, and to my chagrin, my dick popped to full hardness as she shyly stroked my shaft. I had to point out what felt good and slow her down when she got going too fast, or gripped me too hard, but she caught on quickly.

I don't know if she'd ever seen a dick this close before, but if she kept stroking me she was going to get more than an eyeful.

Realizing I was close, I grabbed her hand. "I'm going to cum all over your hand if you're not careful," I gasped as her grip tightened momentarily, then groaned inwardly as she dropped her hand away, leaving my dick aching to cum. Blushing, the girl spun around and headed down the hall. Knowing I was running late, I hurried down the hall, going through the doorway just as the second bell rang.

"Glad you could make it," said Mrs. McDonald. "Please join Jennifer at the board." I noticed Jennifer standing in front of the class, and was struck once again by how damn attractive she was. She plays volleyball in the fall, and girls' basketball during the winter, so is always in shape. I know she's my step-sister, but damn is she hot! I'd never admit it though, it just doesn't seem right.

Me, I'm more of a homebody. I'm involved in school activities, but choir and debate don't really call for a muscular physique.

I dropped my books on a chair and stood next to Jennifer. She grinned at me, then pointed at my cock, which was still red from being fondled. "A little excited, are we?" she asked playfully, reaching out to tweak my prick.

"Stop it," I whispered. "I've been like this since school started. If you want a mess on your hands, keep it up." She just winked at me! But she did let go, much to my relief.

"Today we are going to discuss different physical diseases, and other maladies which manifest themselves in the human body, and ways you can look for them," began Mrs. McDonald. "We will begin with some of the more common problems, such as breast cancer and hernias. Mr. Fields?" I looked up.

"Yes?"

"The first test I will have you demonstrate is how do perform a breast exam."

Oh God.

Chapter 6: Jennifer

He's going to touch my boobs! He's going to touch my boobs! When I heard we were going to demonstrate, I figured I was going to have to poke and prod my own tits, but this is so much better. Jason looked a little shy about this though. We can't have that!