Part 2: Tuesday

Tuesday morning came and I realized I hadn't done any homework. Not that I had much, just some pages to read for Civics class. With my luck and my current condition I'd get called up to recite the major points of it all...

I had some time, so I decided to give that pamphlet on the Program a good look. I'm not much for reading, but this looked to be something I'd better get a grip on. I found it down in the living room, next to the fish tank. Pa'd done a bunch of diagrams - trying to connect the points and find the conspiracy I suppose. Kinda made me wonder if he'd forgotten to take his meds last night. The last section was what I really wanted, where they went into those 'Reasonable Requests'. It started with a full page spread of a girl I remembered from last year -I think she's a senior now too, but she's not in my track-. She was standing there with her hands over her head, her breasts pushed out, and her legs spread wide. A boy was fingering her pussy. People said it was her fault the Program got so sexual to begin with, she set the bar for us all or something, but I figured they'd planned it this way. It all read pretty much like I expected. Reasonable seemed to stop just short of fucking. 'Penetration with a sexual organ' as the pamphlet called it. That and oral sex. They could demand just about anything else, though a girl who was a virgin could keep free of 'other forms' of penetration, which wasn't as clearly defined as it should'a been. If the boys got their hands on this, I could be in for an assault of dildos by the end of the week...

At least it had a section on hygiene. After that one kid on Monday with the greasy hands, and given metal shop class; I'd need some veto power. Maybe this would finally get some of the boys to learn what a shower was.

One interesting note, as far as I could tell, fucking and oral sex where allowed -anywhere but during class- you just couldn't be made to do it. Oh... I think you could do it as part of relieving a boy, and maybe as a class exercise. That all wasn't so clear. The readable part ended with a note about sex education classes being under special rules not covered in the pamphlet -that made me wonder what we were in for in Biology. After that, I found about 5 pages of confusing legal mumbo jumbo with about a million circles and diagrams by Pa all over it... Even if I could'a understood it, Pa's notes made it unreadable. I guess Pa's right about one thing, in the end it all comes back to the lawyers.

I had to decide on what to wear. A strange thing to consider since it'd be off me the moment I hit campus. So I thought about the day. May wanted to hit the mall, and she'd probably try to get me to go nude, but I'd probably be sick of it by the time school got out. I choose a half top shirt and a short skirt. No underwear, so even if I did manage to keep my skirt after school, I could still flash it when I chose to. No shoes though, it actually felt nice to feel the ground under my feet, even if it was mostly concrete.

The twins came down in matching jeans, black shirts, and red bandanas tied in their hair. "Yo you try'n to look like wannabe Nortenos or something? You're gonna have to take those out at school, Harrison'll think it's gang colors..."

"What-ever..." Rosa said. They didn't change. Good thing this wasn't California, or they'd learn about faking gang colors hard.

Pa came down and had some toast with coffee. I kept an eye out, counting his pills. He took both sets, so I figured he was just being Pa with all those notes. I didn't say anything.

We left before Pa, he always went work 'bout an hour after we went to school. The twins and I walked to school and met up with Rick on the way over.

"Nice threads A.C. But why bother?" Rick asked.

I twirled the skirt for him and shrugged. "May 'n me are gonna hit the mall today."

"Be careful, she's trouble these days..." Rick said, making me wonder if he knew what happened to us over summer 'cause of Rubin's birthday.

"Yeah... huh." Was all I said as we walked to school.

We met May at the bungalow. She came early to 'entertain the troops' and was out there posing for a small crowd of freshmen. She stopped to wave when she saw us coming.

True to their word, the clothes box was there, outside the bungalow. Some kids where standing around or leaning against the wall, waiting for victims. When I approached a few of the freshmen moved in for a good look, but everyone else backed off -knowing better than to anger me.

"Hey Alandra." One boy nodded over, familiar looking but not enough to know his name. I think he was in metal shop with me.

"Ain't she the girl with the shaved cunt?" One idiot behind me called out, before getting shoved forward by his friends. His chest came into contact with my palm, but I didn't bother turning to look at him. Rick stared the kid down as I began to undress.

"You boys can watch, and I'll think about maybe a little more, but don't get pushy." I said.

"Come on A.C., its all good fun." May called out as she came up beside me.

"I'm surprised May." Looking her over I found May bottomless as always, yet wearing a thin pink sweater that she proceeded to peel off. "Why do you bother?"

May smiled at me and shrugged before running off to dance for some boys before the bell caught up with us.

"That's May for you." I heard Rubin say from behind before I was grabbed in a bear hug that somehow seemed to focus on squeezing my tits.

I squirmed free of Rubin and spun around. "Hey we gotta get to class."

First period was me, Rubin, and May in study hall. Fatima was there waiting for us. That's "one of those classes they make because the government puts more money in prisons than school", or so Pa says. Way I see it though, there's a teacher in here watching us, but he don't say shit even though he gets paid either way. So there's gotta be some other reason.

Mr. Jackson was the man in charge, and he just had us introduce ourselves and talk about our summers. He had us all call him Donald. He was the portly sort, and came glued to a steaming cup of coffee that was making me and May thirst in his direction. A fact not lost on him, though I think he got the wrong idea as to why, giving how we were the only naked kids in the class.

"Alandra, May; do you..." He blushed and looked at something on a clipboard. "Oh. Only boys, well then... Is... is there something..."

"Nah, we're ok." May said.

"Shit I could use a smoke and a cup o' Joe." I said.

"Eh-hm... Language Alandra..." Mr. Jackson said.

"Oh shit! I mean... oops. Sorry..." I rolled my eyes but he ignored it. Some teachers went on this whole respect power trip if you rolled your eyes, but Don seemed cool, I figure he only cared about the words 'cause he had to.

When it came around to us, May talked about going bottomless all summer, how seeing the Program last year and the new laws had changed her life. She went on this grand speech about it till I reached over and tweaked her nipple, Rubin matching me on the other side. "Ow!" she called out, then fake slapped us as Fatima looked on in horror.

"So Alandra, since you were so eager to interrupt; what'd you do over the summer?" Mr. Jackson asked.

"Nut'n much. Just hanging out with the gang." I said.

"Any thoughts on this Program?" He asked.

I shrugged. "It's kinda weird, sometimes I like it, but sometimes it's a pain." I said.

It was nice having a class we could chat in, but I took the rest of the time to read for my civics class instead. I had to read those ten pages on the Program. There was some pretty fucked up shit in there, the kind of stuff my Pa would come up with from the looks of it.

"What'cha reading?" May leaned over and asked.

"Civics class. It's on the Program." I said.

"You? Doing homework? You ok A.C.?" she said.

"I don' wanna look stupid if I get called up. Probably will what with all this." I gestured over my naked body.

Before class got out I asked Fatima if she still wanted to meet us at the cafe after school. She seemed nervous so I told her where to find us at lunch. "We kinda stand out."

"I can see that." She said, looking at me and May while trying not to -look- at us.

"Not for that reason, but yeah, it certainly helps." I said.

The halls, like always, were a mess of people trying to grope the naked kids.

"Hey I washed my hands." Someone said.

"Huh?" I looked around, not placing at first. It was the boy from Monday, with the greasy hands. I grabbed his hand away and looked it over. "That you did, well I suppose it -is- a reasonable request." I wasn't really feeling horny just yet. Spooked was more like it, after reading that civics pamphlet. Just the same I stood with my legs apart and my hands wrapped behind my neck. He ran his hands over me.

"Wow, you're really smooth. A lot softer than I expected." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well you guys have a rep after all..." he said.

"Don't believe everything you hear." I said.

"You shave it everyday?" He asked.

"I try; otherwise it's not so smooth, itches." I said.

"What's this like?" He asked, pulling on my clit ring.

"Don't tug on it like that." I pushed his hand away. "I like it, it keeps me sensitive, and it looks pretty." I said.

"Go figure." He said. "I'm Calvin by the way; see ya 'round." And we separated. I pushed through a small crowd and made my way to Civics. By the time I got there I'd been touched in so many publicly private ways I was worked up despite my mood.

This time I wasn't first to class, but near last. Despite that I actually did get to sit down, between Kevin and Max. We usually sit in the back, but Kevin said there wasn't anything left. Wouldn't matter much this week -I expected to get called up again all week- but it would after that. Mrs. Jacobs did roll call and moved a few people around as she had us put all the desks in a circle with the middle of the room bare. "We'll leave it like that for the rest of the semester. This class is going to be about discussion. Ms. Cabrera; why don't you come up here and sit on my desk again?" With that she moved to the side and stood next to a podium. I shrugged and got into place.

"I want to start the class today talking about rules, and the consequences of breaking them. I'm sure most of you have noticed this." She said this as she pushed my labia apart and framed my clit ring for the class. "Is this a violation of the totally nude policy, or of the school dress code? If it is, why can the naked students still wear shoes?" She looked around the room and Kevin raised his hand.

"Yes Mr. Douglas?" she said.

"I think it's beautiful, and plenty of people have earrings, so I don't see any problem." He said as Mrs. Jacobs moved on to a girl -Laura- on the right side of the room.

"Isn't there a sanitary issue though? Doesn't the school dress code ban nose and tongue piercings? That's certainly a whole lot more -personal-."

"Good points both of you. Alandra, do you have any opinion?" She asked.

"Isn't the point of all this to be more sexually open? I read those ten pages you gave out, that was pretty big in there." I had to get that in so she didn't think I was slacking. "This makes me pretty sensitive, even before I took my clothes off, it tended to get me worked up. The dress code don't say anything about piercings that are usually under our clothes, and my pamphlet for the program said I could keep my earrings on. I know Mr. Harrison had issues with it, but I don't see the problem. If anything it only helps me 'get with the Program'".

The class went on like that, she moved through the dress code for clothed students and the code for naked students, trying to get us to discuss the parts that seemed to be in conflict. So this is what civics was all about... I was learning not to just object to stuff, but to figure out why it was wrong, and what I oughta do about it. Some of the kids though, I could see it was the first time anybody had ever asked them to question anything -much less an adult doing it. And if the reading she'd given us was any clue; she was using the new Holy Grail of education to do it. If she didn't put a spin on all this she'd probably be out of here soon.

On the way to Writing class I couldn't avoid the hands, they were everywhere. On my boobs, up my cunt, even in my ass once -gotta wonder about some people. Something about this time of day and me just wasn't right. Yesterday I'd skated through the crowds despite wanting it bad, today I was spooked over the Civics lesson and I couldn't keep the hands off me.

So by the time I made it to Writing I felt like a frustrated bitch in heat. I beat Sandra, but not Ray. I'd seem a girl with her hands on him just before he'd stepped in -ahead of me. Good. She'd run away giggling, leaving him frustrated -even better. When I sat down I reached under and across the desk and gave his dick a good squeeze. "My turn today." I said with a wink.

"Yes Ma'am." He said with a nervous smile. Sandra came in just then, her eyes following my withdrawing hand. She glared daggers at me as she sat down.

"Thanks for the shower." She said. "Henry's pretty talented."

The little bitch would get hers, but not today. We all looked up to Mr. Turner, who I could've sworn was wiping drool from his face. "Ray needs relief." I said, grabbing his dick again.

"Well..." Mr. Turner said, gesturing to a chair by his desk. Ray got up and I followed him to the front. He sat in the chair, but I pulled him forward. My tits were on fire from the last guy to feel me up in the hall, so I had an idea I'd seen in a porn flick. I squeezed them together 'round his cock and tried to jack him off, but it was a lot harder than it seemed in the movies. Ray didn't seem to notice the trouble; he was trying to pump away into my tits.

"Woohoo! Right on A.C.!" I heard from the class somewhere. I grinned back and gave a good Marilyn kiss, then went back to work. I was just thinking that this wasn't really all it was made out to be -I've sensitive boobs, but this just wasn't doing it- when Ray shot a little spurt out onto my chin.

"Oh yeah..." he said. I pulled back and finished him off one handed, letting him cum all over my chest. Mr. Turner looked like he wanted to clap; the class just hollered and did so anyway. I wiped myself down with some tissues and followed Ray to our seats. Sandra gave me a nasty look, so I pushed up and shook my boobs for the class, then sat down.

"Well, so class begins..." Mr. Turner said. "I trust that was educational in some manner. Now I'd like to break you all down into groups of..." He counted heads. "Seven it looks like and we'll go over ideas for the paragraphs and poems I assigned yesterday." He split us up, one naked student in each of three groups. The kids in my group each read off their paragraph, when it came to me I realized I hadn't written anything, so I just shrugged.

"I forgot -this Program has my mind on other things."

"I'll bet it does." Saul Jackson said with a leering look at my pussy.

"You better write somethin' A.C., it's due by end of class." Mary Blyne said. So I sat there for the rest of class coming up with something quick and fending off questions about the program. I could see Mr. Turner watching me, and shaking his head when he thought I didn't notice. They always think I'm stupid, or don't want to learn. They just don't know what it's like, and I wasn't really lying -this Program did have me a little off my game.

Still, I got my piece done, writing a little thing on how Mr. Harrison found my clit ring.

After writing I was off to gym, getting well felt up along the way - that got me cooled into a mellower turned on state from where I'd been after civics and the goof up in writing. I stopped long enough to let Ricky Montico finger me off to a nice smooth cum.

I sped through the lockers and stepped into the Gymnasium -being barefoot and naked I didn't have anything but my book bag to drop, and I wasn't up for fucking any of the boys who offered. Something was going on; the class had almost twice as many people as before, with 12 new boys all in jock straps, and a new girl - naked like the rest of us had to be for gymnastics. Ms. Moore was looking at her clipboard and scratching her head.

She looked up and told us to all sit in a circle on one of the mats. I called out "Why're they wearing straps?" pointing to the new boys.

"I was just getting to that." She said. "We've had a bit of an upset class, the wrestling class and gymnastics classes were under enrolled, and" she looked over her clipboard again "it looks like Mr. Jackson is taking an unscheduled leave of the school."

'Fired huh?' I thought. He must've pissed off Ms. Magante and her Program people.

"So the school has decided to mix the courses. I was on a girl's wrestling team myself when I was your age," she looked over at the new girl "so I suppose I'm qualified."

One of the guys in our class piped up "I didn't know they even had a class for wrestling."

A boy in a strap said "Beginning, if we do well, we might make the team next year -before this that is." He shrugged, but also shot a dagger look at the new girl. I think I had an idea what caused Mr. Jackson to leave...

"So why the straps?" I asked again.

"Um... Well, we don't want any 'accidental' penetrations." Ms. Moore replied. "Mixed athletic events may be nude now, but high contact sports like wrestling still allow the jock strap as an option."

"So they can take 'em off?" I asked.

She looked at her clipboard again, flipped a few pages, and then said "Yes -if both contestants agree. Apparently full nudity gives both an extra 'Advancement' and 'Team' point - harder to get a handle."

"Well, I can think of one thing to grab onto." Sandra said, causing nervous laughs from all the boys.

"What about us?" One of the boys in my class asked.

"When you wrestle, you can wear a strap, on Gymnastics days, its full nudity for everyone. Soon as I call roll we'll go get new straps for all of you. The school's paying for uniforms now - as most events don't even allow them."

With roll called from two separate lists, I noticed there were three absences on the wrestling side; two boys and a girl. None on our side, ever since the Program started absences for anything were rare; nobody wanted to miss the naked kids, and nobody wanted to be drafted in midweek to join them. Then she had us all do our basic stretches while she took the boys from gymnastics and got jock straps for them. Apparently today the whole class would do wrestling. First she had us all pair off in boy - girl groups, and I noticed all the wrestling boys avoided the new girl. Everybody stayed away from me. Ever since that fight in freshmen year people gave me room for stuff like this, and after the rumor last year that I'd knifed a kid across town -which was true by the way, little punk deserved it- I'd been given double space by all but the new kids.

"Well this isn't working, why don't you two pair off then." Ms. Moore said. The poor girl looked at me in terror, and she had more muscles than half the boys.

I just shrugged and said "Hey its class, I won't bite, too hard."

Ms. Moore had us get into an assortment of basic positions, and I figured out pretty quick why Kevin used to call it a faggot sport - till I kicked his ass for using that word. I was getting a faceful of this girl's cunt with every twist and turn we went through. I could feel her breath on me down there, and it was getting me all hot and bothered. When I looked around, I could see the whole class was worked up, and we weren't even really wrestling -just posing.

"Hey your ring is really nice, where'd you get it?" Melinda, the girl I was paired with, asked after a few minutes.

"You like it? Purrfect Pussy -in the Mall- but watch out for Mr. Harrison." I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"He didn't like it... tugged at it when I stripped like he was gonna yank it out." I said.

"Ouch." She said, but with my face in her pussy -Ms. Moore having us pose for a pin- I could see it make her wet -interesting. Then I got a wicked idea, I checked to see nobody was looking and then I did it. I bent down just a fraction and licked my way down her slit, drinking up the building wet spot.

She gasped and jerked under me, "Wo-aaah!"

"Oops." I said, "I slipped a little, sorry 'bout that."

She knew better, but she covered for me "So'kay. Kinda hard holding these." Ms. Moore let us all get up. We tried a few standing maneuvers, and then the class sat around to talk for a bit. We were gonna switch off everyday between the two courses, to keep things fair and balanced. After sitting there with a face full of pussy all day, none of the guys had any objections about getting thrown into a wrestling class, but a few girls did grumble and complain.

End of class and shower time. Even though it was all mixed now, the girls and boys went to separate ends. Melinda walked over to the boys end, grabbed one of the gym guys when the wrestling boys all moved away from her, pulled him to a wall, leaned against it and got him to just start pounding into her pussy right then and there. He got real into it lifting her off the wall and carrying her around on his dick -but the whole time she had her eyes locked on me. I was a bit stunned, me of all people, but I got felt up by the two guys who'd been paired with each other. Sandra for her part looked at us both, tisked, and sucked off Henry. When he came, she pointed it at me so I had to re-shower as she left. Melinda and I were both late getting out of there, but it was only lunch after that. She'd cum on that boys cock without ever getting his name, but I was just worked up like hell from two boys who'd not been good enough to get me off. All they'd managed was to splatter me, adding to Henry's mess.

"Those wrestlers have clumsy fingers." She said, as we left for lunch.

"Yeah... Well, see ya tomorrow." I said as we went our separate ways. I had to find my crowd. I was thinking of fucking Kevin right then -they say black guys have big cocks after all, funny I'd never seen his- but I put it aside as I found everyone in the quad.

"Hey A.C., you look tense." May said.

"I need a fuck." I said... "Why can't I ask for relief, that's what I wanna know."

"Like, no shit man." She said. "I just -like- let em fuck me in the halls between classes. I've been fucked three times already today."

"Like, God May, you're disgusting." Marcy said between sodas. "Hey A.C., what'cha think of this Program, now 'n your in it?"

I rolled my eyes. "Everybody's getting off but me. Like I'm the one in this thing, when do I get my turn?"

"Well you could just have at it." May offered, to nods from Rubin and Kevin. Only Marcy looked shocked, Rick was looking around for something.

"Here." He said, handing me a hacky sack.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" I asked.

Rick shrugged. " I dunno, I figured, you know..." He pointed at my crotch, and then gestured a finger going in and out of an ok sign.

May, Marcy, and I just looked at him shaking our heads. "You need a girlfriend." Marcy said.

"Doesn't he though..." May said, as I gave him back the hacky sack. "Like, just use your three best friends."

I looked around confused till she held up three fingers pushed together and said it again. "Three best friends a girl has." And promptly began fingering herself -right there at our spot in the Quad.

"God May, you've got like, no shame at all..." Marcy said.

"That's why I'm the one getting off." She said, as she started building up a rhythm. I figured what the hell, and joined in with my own 'three best friends.'

I think my eyes glazed over a bit, but not enough to miss Kevin, Rick, and Rubin drooling at us. Looking down, I knew why guys wore those baggy pants - I couldn't see a thing till Kevin shrugged and dropped his. "Wow Kev, you been hiding that on us all this time?" It was fairly nice, but it wasn't the biggest cock I'd seen. That belonged to Saul 'the horse' Peterson, who was over in some corner in an anime shirt arranging a pile of cards on a bench with his geek friends. He was probably the only kids in the whole place not watching us.

As the three of us were getting into it, some girl I didn't know joined in lifting her skirt and pushing a boy's face into her crotch. Then another boy got up the guts to join Kevin -and in moments had a girl giving him a hand job- freeing him to return the favor. The three of us though, in our pack like that, nobody would touch us. That's when Marcy got this look in her eyes and just reached over and grabbed a hold of Kevin -jerking him off. 'What the fuck?' I thought, but then I came. I could feel the day's tension drain from me as I worked my way down to a smooth landing with some slow steady caresses. When I looked around, I saw Harrison and Ms. Magante watching us from the cafeteria windows. She was pointing right at me and he was shaking his head. 'What... ?' and Kevin shot his load, all over Marcy's arm and my leg.

"Oops." He said. "Man I needed that. Thanks Marce."

She just looked at her arm and said "Eww..."

When I looked around again Harrison and Magante were gone. I saw about ten kids who'd joined in. That first boy was locked in a French kiss with the girl he was still working on -and who was stroking out a stream of cum from him right at that moment. Saul was over in his corner still oblivious and playing that geek card game.

"What a waste of a good cock." May said, seeing who I was looking at.

"Yeah like no shit... I gotta clean up." I said.

"Me too." Marcy added.

"See you in English." May said to Marcy.

"What was that about?" I asked Marcy as we walked in the halls.

She shrugged. "I dunno, when I saw it I just had to touch it. It was kinda fun."

That's when we heard voices coming around the corner.

"... just saying they make a good test case." She said.

"They're troublemakers; you should see the file I have on those kids." He said, Harrison I think.

"I have -remember. They're perfect. They match to an inner city profile, but out here we can control them better - learn what'll work when the Program goes national." She said as they started to round our corner.

"Shit." I whispered as Marcy pulled me into an empty classroom.

"Was that who I think?" she said.

"Did you hear something?" Harrison said as they passed in the hall outside.

"I don't think so..." she said, this close I pegged it for Ms. Magante.

"I think it was." I said. "I think they're talking about us..."

"Us?" Marcy said.

"Yeah, you think she just happened to stop into Albatross yesterday? I keep catching her watching me too. Who else you think 'fits the inner city profile' in this school." I said as we stepped into the hall and made for the restroom.

"Man A.C. you're sounding like your dad." Marcy said.

"Yeah well... think about it." I said.

We washed off. The girl with the skirt came in. "Shit, it's ruined." She said, looking over her cum stained skirt. "This wash out?"

"Fuck if I know." I said. "Why'd you join us?"

"I dunno, looked like fun." She said.

"Just keep it wet, work some soap into it. If it sets, try some vinegar." Marcy said as I stared at her in surprise.

"Thanks." The girl said.

"Where'd you learn that?" I asked.

"Three brothers... guess who does -like- ALL the laundry..." she said. "Didn't take too long to figure what all the spots in their t-shirts and underwear were."

"Oh. Yeah..." I said, but that was just gross when I thought about it.

"Well, it's too wet to wear now." The now skirtless girl said. She'd stripped down like May often went - t-shirt and no bottom, not even panties. She stuffed the skirt in her bag and left.

"And so another May is born." Marcy said with a grin.

"Looks like." I said, as the bell rang. "See you in math."

"Yeah." Marcy said, as we split in the halls.

So I was off to Metal Shop -wouldn't that be fun- a pack of horny guys with no style and a teacher just looking for an excuse to get his hands on my pussy. And then there was Jennifer. Something just wasn't right about that girl and her family, and I'm not talk'n about the fact that I think she's a lezzie either -given my background I had no place having an issue with that. But the way she'd looked at me, and the stuff her brother'd tried with the dog...

"Hey Alandra; looking good today." Jennifer said as I walked into the room. About half the class had beat me in, and she patted a stool next to her.

"Hi." I said, taking the spot. I was pretty sure Mr. Carson would stick me with the boy he figured I'd be most likely to try and fuck at some point he could see, so there was no point avoiding her now.