Chapter 6: Joe

NOVEMBER, 2003

After swapping journals with Amber and seeing what she was going through, I decided to be friendly. There really was a good person inside there. So, that Monday in school, Moose and I waved her over to our table at lunch. She happily accepted.

I've never described Amber. She's tall--not as tall as I am, but tall, especially for a 14-year-old girl. I'd say she was 5'7" or 5'8". She had an athletic body, which was fitting. She wasn't skinny, but she definitely wasn't fat, either. She was built solidly. There were definite curves there, especially in the hips. And, I'll admit it, she also boasted boobs that were just about perfect. They were big without being grossly out of proportion, with nice prominent nipples. Hey, I'm sorry--when you're a teenaged guy in a nudist high school, you notice the boobs. You can't help it. Amber had one of the nicest sets of tits in the whole school. I'd probably vote her second--to Darcy, of course.

She was also pretty. She had straight medium brown hair with red highlights that she wore a bit past her shoulders. It was usually loose, but I know she put it in a ponytail for soccer. Her eyes were brown, big, very expressive. And she had a very nice smile.

Anyhow, that's Amber. And I just realized that she's going to read this. Ah, well, I hope she likes it!

So, Moose and I decided we'd hang out with her. We both liked her--Moose plainly thought she was great. Sometimes we were joined by Jordan and Amber's friend Tiffany. It worked out well.

The Friday of the first week in November, I got to school early, got undressed, then headed to the auditorium. The parts for the play would be posted then. I walked up--with my eyes closed--took a breath, and then slowly opened my eyes.

I had made it! I'd be playing Valere! I almost did a little jig in the hall.

I looked closer, and quickly realized the irony. I'd gotten a part in the play--and Darcy, the reason I'd tried out in the first place, had not. To my surprise, I found this didn't diminish my enthusiasm at all.

I looked at a few other names. As I had expected, Stacia got the part of Dorine. The girl I had worked with, Madison Sheldon, got the part of Mariane, Valere's intended. Keegan Ardell would be playing Orgon, and Zach Provost got Tartuffe. I glanced at the rest. I'd meet them all at our first practice, which would be the following Monday. I couldn't wait!

I was leaving biology, when Jordan came up to me. "You seem like you're in a very good mood today."

"I am," I told her, then told her why.

"That's so awesome! Congratulations!" she said.

"Thanks. I'm thrilled."

"You should be, it's excellent. So, how many scenes do you have with Miss Darcy?" she smirked.

"None," I laughed. "She didn't make it."

"Wow. And you're still happy about making it?"

"Yeah. She may have made me think of trying out, but once I got in there and started the tryouts, I wanted to make it for me."

"Great, Joe, I'm really happy to hear that. Well, a day like this just deserves to get better." She leaned in, grinning at me, and softly said, "How about we go to the pods and take care of your final lesson? You know, the virginity lesson?"

You know, in the couple of months I'd been at Naked Higih, I'd gotten better at not popping a boner every three minutes. So, I hadn't had one before she said that. Afterwards? SPROING! "I guess you like the idea," she giggled.

"Yes," I agreed.

"Good. Come on," she said, and we headed to the pods. We climbed in, and she pushed me down onto the mattress. "First things first," she said, and immediately lowered her mouth onto my dick.

"Jordan!" I hissed, as she devoured me. She took me deep in her mouth, and ran her tongue along the underside of my dick. I immediately felt a climax building. "I'm gonna cum, and soon," I gasped.

She pulled off, said, "That's the idea!" and went back to it. This time, she went all the way down, slipping me into her throat, as she'd done the first time she gave me head. I don't know if I'll ever get used to how good that feels! I almost immediately started shooting down her throat.

She pulled off, a little grin on her face. "I'd ask you to return the favor, but I don't think we have time," she said.

"Well, I'm a little, well..." I stammered, pointing down at my limp dick.

"I'll give you a minute to catch your breath, then I'll wake him back up," she giggled. "You see, this way you'll last longer."

Wow. That was good thinking. "You know a lot," I told her.

"Hey, I lost my virginity when I was all of twelve. I've picked up a few things. Now, let's see." She reached down and grabbed my dick and started lightly tugging on it. She was right, he started waking up immediately. "Kiss me," she said. I did, and also started rubbing her boobs while she kept pulling on my dick.

Jordan broke the kiss after a bit and said, "You ready?" I nodded, and she settled back onto the mattress, looking up at me. She smiled, and spread her legs, and I moved in between them. Jordan reached down and grabbed my dick, and pulled it towards her opening. "Just start slow and easy," she said. She lined me up with her pussy, and I pushed. The head of my dick popped easily into her.

Wow!

I'd never felt anything like that in my life, and I was barely in. Jordan withdrew her hand from between her legs and settled back. "Keep going, nice and easy," she said. I slowly pushed myself into her. God, she was wet and hot--and it felt like a thousand little tongues massaging my dick. It was almost indescribable.

I got all the way in, and bumped up against her, making her groan. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me. "How you doing?" she asked.

"Good. Real good," I said.

"Great. Welcome to not being a virgin," she giggled, making me laugh back. "Now, I think you know what to do. Slow and easy at first."

I nodded, and slowly pulled almost all the way out. Then I slid easily back in. Jordan groaned again. I tried not to get too carried away. She gave me that blowjob so I'd last longer, and I didn't want to let her down. So, I did as she asked--I started slow.

It was still the most fantastic thing I'd ever felt. At one point, it flashed through my head: I'm actually fucking! Joe Benson is getting laid. Unbelievable.

I wanted to soak it all in. I wanted this burned into my memory--not just what it felt like on my dick, but everything. Jordan was groaning on every downstroke, and her hands were pressed up against my flanks. Her legs were wrapped around my ass. Every time she groaned, she bit her lower lip. I wanted to remember it all.

After a bit, Jordan hissed, "OK, faster." I sped up. Jordan's groans turned to little squeals as I pounded into her. Then, I couldn't concentrate on Jordan so much, as the sensations on my dick started to build. I closed my eyes, and just let it happen.

Luckily, it happened for Jordan first. "Oh! Oh! OH!" she squealed. "Cumming!" I felt her pussy contract around my dick, and her hips came up and pressed into mine. Her hands on my flanks pressed into fists.

It took me about three more strokes. It was out of this world.

Afterwards, collapsed next to Jordan, both of us trying to catch our breath--I realized a few things. First, that I was very lucky. Second, that Jordan was just awesome. I knew I wasn't in love with her or anything like that, but I definitely liked her a lot. And, third, that sex was a much more emotional experience than I had realized. At least for me it was, despite my being a supposedly non-emotinal just-get-me-off male.

I leaned over and kissed Jordan's cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. And thank you. That was awesome."

"It sure was."

That night, I told Maggie. It was late--Maggie had been working as a waitress for a couple of years and didn't get home until late. I waited up for her. Anyway, she was thrilled for me. I also asked her about the emotional reaction. I didn't figure that had ever happened to her outside of Chuck.

"Actually, it has, a few times. It's strongest with Chuck, of course. But, it has happened, with people I'm particularly close friends with. Jared, for example."

"Ah. I was confused, because I didn't think I was in love with Jordan or anything."

"Right. No, it happens," she said. "It varies--at least it does for me. With some poeple, it was purely physical. But it was more emotional with close friends, and most emotional with Chuck."

"OK, good."

"Glad I could help," she grinned. Then she looked down. "Damn, my feet hurt."

"All that waitressing," I teased. "I don't know why you do it, anyway. Dad's never been stingy with money, as long as we were in school."

"True, but I've been saving up for something, and I know Dad wasn't going to pay for this. And I finally have enough, actually."

"Ah. What have you been saving for?"

She grinned. "A boob job."

I almost choked on my own spit. "EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?"

"I'm getting breast implants. I already have it scheduled for the week after Christmas. No more Itty Bitty Tittie Committee for me!"

"I'm surprised. I never thought it bothered you," I told her.

"It doesn't bother me, as such. It's just that bigger boobs is something I've always wanted. It's available, and I've saved the money, so I'm going to go for it. They're going to take me from an A cup to a C cup."

"Wow. On your body, Mags, a C cup willl look enormous."

"That is the idea."

"This wasn't Chuck's idea, was it?"

"Nope. I've wanted to do this long before Chuck, and he loves me just the way I am. He told me it was completely my decision. Of course, he's not opposed to the idea one little bit."

"I'll bet!"

That Monday, we had our first practice for the play. It was mostly just reading the lines, getting used to our parts and the people we'd be acting with. My big scene was with Madison Sheldon and Stacia Averbuk, so that's who I worked with the most.

Tuesday, all hell broke loose for Amber. She came into school all bandaged up. Apparently, it happened at the soccer game the previous day. It was a cheap shot from two of the opposition. The rumor was that they were friends of Jenna's, and Jenna had set Amber up.

The tough part, for me, was the next day. By then, it was common knowledge that Torie Dallas, who was level-headed, had flat-out accused Jenna, and Jenna's denials were very weak. That was enough to convince certain people who'd branded Jenna a princess and Amber a bitch that they might be wrong. This included people like Patrick and Justin and that crowd.

They came over to sit with us at lunch. However, Amber wasn't in a very forgiving mood, and I can't say that I blamed her. She got up and moved to another table, Tiffany and Jordan joining her. The problem was that Moose and I were caught between the proverbial rock and hard place. We stayed with Patrick and Justin and them, but we weren't completely comfortable with it. Especially when a few of them, Patrick and Tanya especially, started in on how 'ungrateful' Amber was being.

Moose shocked me. "Ungrateful?" he said to them. "You people treat her like shit for two months, and she's supposed to be grateful? For what, exactly?"

Considering how seldomly Moose ever spoke up about anything, that shut everyone up. Thank goodness.

Most importantly, Amber didn't hold it against us for staying at the table.

Drama was a lot of fun, right off the bat. It looked like there were a lot of talented people at Naked High.

I enjoyed watching Keegan Ardell work out the role of Orgon. It was a part that took a decent amount of comic bluster, and Keegan slid right into it. In talking to him in between scenes, I found it wasn't a stretch--at least the comic part. Keegan was funny. I also admired what seemed to be a complete lack of self-consciousness. Keegan was a big guy, and chubby. He just didn't seem to care.

Then there was Stacia. She was self-conscious, no doubt about it. But she had a switch, almost--when she stepped onto the stage and into the part of Dorine. All of her self-consciousness seemed to melt away. Her talent was apparent from the get-go.

One day late that week, I ended up talking to her, sitting in a couple seats in the auditorium. She plopped into a seat next to me after running a scene with Keegan, and Zach Provost playing Tartuffe. "Wow. I have so many lines to memorize," she said.

"That you do. That's a big part."

"I acted in junior high, but never a part this big," she told me.

"I've never acted. Then again, my part's a lot smaller."

"You've never acted?" she said. "I'm surprised. You're very good."

"Thank you," I said, surprised. "You, by the way, are fantastic."

"Ah, I'm not that good," she protested.

"Yes, you are. You take over the role. It's like someone flips a switch."

"Thanks. I really want to do well at this." She sighed. "It'll get me out of my own pathetic life."

"Is it that bad?"

She looked at me. "I barely know you," she said.

"True. So, don't feel obligated to talk. But you can, if you want to."

She looked at me some more, and then sighed. "I don't want to be here," she said in a very small voice. "People laugh at me. They make fun of me. I'm too damn fat to walk around naked all day. It's horrible. Maybe, if I can be good at this, I'll have someplace in this damn school that I can get some respect instead of just teasing."

Damn. I suspected this, but to hear it come out of her mouth was just sad. "Tell 'em all to go to hell."

"Easier said than done. I can barely talk, outside of this auditorium. I keep thinking about what people think when they look at my awful body, and I just freeze up."

"So, if I cornered you after a class, you wouldn't be talking to me like this?"

She laughed, and said, "Probably not. I am definitely more comfortable in this atmosphere."

"So, why are you here? At Naked High, I mean, if you hate it that much."

She sighed again. "My parents. I love them dearly. They're kind of old-school. They were born in Russia--we're Jewish. They were refuseniks who got out of Russia in the early eighties, when they were still teenagers. They met in New York City in the expat community there. They married, had me, then Dad got a job offer and they moved here.

"Some of this stuff, the nudity and sex and stuff, throws them--and they think they've sheltered me. It's not true, I've really done it to myself. But that's what they think, so they talked me into going here so I could learn and grow. Unfortunately, they don't quite get it. You've seen pictures from the Soviet Union back in those days? Everybody was overweight, because of the horrible diet. And, here, in the land of plenty--well, my parents don't ever turn their noses up at a good meal. They spent too long living on crap back in the USSR. And they haven't entirely assimilated to American culture, especially some of the bad aspects of it. An overweight person being shunned just escapes their comprehension.

"So, they don't get what I'm going through. They think this is a grand learning experience. And I can't really tell them--they don't understand. And I really do love and respect them, so I'm trying to get through this for their sake. But it's hard."

"Ah," I said. "I can relate to some of that."

"You can?" she said, surprised.

"To a point. Not any of the Russian stuff, or anything like that. But I kind of had my arm twisted to go here. And it hasn't all been easy."

"Why hasn't it been easy?"

"Well, I kind of have the opposite problem. I'm all skin and bones."

She laughed. "I wouldn't mind that problem."

"And I wouldn't mind some of your weight."

"Hmm," she giggled, "do they have an operation for that? Fat transplant?"

I cracked up. "I don't think so. Anyhow, that's part of my problem. Plus, I was very shy when I got here, though that's getting better. I had some good people pull me out of my shell."

"God, I need that."

"You're talking to me fine."

"Like I said, we're still 'in drama'. I'm more relaxed. Plus, you're a fellow actor, that makes it easier. Who pressured you, your parents?"

"Well, my Dad, a little. I don't have a mother. A lot of it was from my siblings. Mr. Benson, the English teacher, is my older brother."

"Oh, I didn't know that!"

"Yeah. And I have an older sister, Maggie. She's in college. She's very outgoing, has been very sexually active for a long time, and talked me into going here so I wouldn't end up repressed or something."

"Ah, I see," she said with a grin. "And you're not like Maggie."

"I certainly wasn't when I got here. Then again, I don't think I'll ever be entirely like her. Though, as I said, I have gotten out of my shell some."

"That's good. I don't know if I can."

"Sure you can. You just need more confidence. Look at Keegan."

"Keegan's just got that naturally. And I think it's easier for a guy to be overweight."

"You might be right about that," I agreed. "But a little confidence might help."

"Yeah," she said. "I'm working on it."

"This helps, doesn't it?" I said, pointing at the stage.

"Yeah. A lot."

I enjoyed talking to Stacia. She was a nice person. I did feel for her--this must be a pretty hair-raising experience. But, she was right, doing drama was going to help--because she was a hell of an actress.

The other girl I had the big scene with, Madison Sheldon, was different. She was a bubbly blonde. I'll be honest, my first impression was that she was an airhead. I was wrong about that.

For one thing, she worked hard, very hard, on her part. Mariane was an interesting character, being rather caught between a rock and a hard place. Madison did a lot of work, right from the beginning, trying to develop that. We also seemed to have some chemistry together--which was a good thing, considering we were playing two people that were supposed to be getting married!

I'll admit it. I was meeting new people, getting better, having an easier time. However, I was still hung up on Darcy.

She was in two of my classes, the last two of the day--geometry and history. The problem with that was her asshole boyfriend was also in the geometry class.

The other problem with that is that she was assigned a seat next to me, not him. Plus, she sat fairly close to me in the other class, history, and had figured out I was good at it (I really liked history). So, one day, leaving Geometry, she said something. "Hey, Joe, did you understand what Mr. Riley was talking about yesterday?"

"Sure," I managed, without sounding like a lovesick idiot. I explained to her what was going on in class the previous day, and she seemed to get it.

"Thanks," she said as we got to class, giving me a blinding smile for my trouble. "That was a big help."

The problem, of course, was that my little helpful turn was noticed by Alex, the asshole boyfriend. He snarled at me for a week afterwards. I did not at all get what Darcy saw in that guy. I know a lot of people thought she was stuck-up, but she didn't come off that way to me. She was always nice to me. But she was dating a prick. I didn't get it.