Part 3: Wednesday

Upon awakening, the first thing I sensed was nakedness, complete nakedness: no bedspread, no blanket, no sheet, no bedclothes. Just me, my ever-present erection and the air. The door was open for anyone who wanted to peek.

Dignity at that point wasn't much of an option. Blithely and boldly I navigated the hallway and seized the bathroom before the twins or anyone else took it over. I tried my new pissing exercises for a few minutes, but achieved no real success. Instead, I began my shower with cold water and then, after relieving myself, switched to warm.

The clothes I wanted to wear had been in the bag I'd picked up from Dan's, which meant they were in the dryer, which was in the basement. So after drying myself, I headed downstairs, through the kitchen, and towards the basement. I hadn't counted on Mom being in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Adam," she greeted me. "Feeling liberated this morning?"

"Uh, no, I was just going downstairs to get my clothes out of the dryer," I explained. Mom made no pretense of putting anything on.

"If you'd like to sit down, I can make you some eggs," she offered.

It was tempting, but I wanted to get my clothes. "Can you get them started and I'll be right back? Those clothes were sitting wet for three days in Dan's garage, and I'm hoping they're not stained."

"Suit yourself," Mom replied, and then I headed down the stairs. A few items were stained, but it looked as if another washing would clear that up. I threw those into the washer and started a new cycle.

The rest of the items were OK. I selected some socks, briefs, pants, and a shirt, and then I carefully put them on. The rest I folded and took upstairs.

Mom was just finishing my eggs, and smiled as I sat down carefully. "Those pants can't be comfortable," she remarked.

"They beat being naked," I replied.

"Well, if you say so. Here are your eggs. I made you some toast, too."

"With strawberry jam?"

"Yes, your favorite. Do you want milk or orange juice?"

"Milk. Thanks, mom, you're the greatest." She was, too, even though she remained naked while watching me eat.

When I'd finished eating, I cleared and rinsed my dishes, then went upstairs to put away my clothes and get the rest of my things for school. Today, I was going to be prepared: I was going to bring a spare lock and some gym clothes.

On my way out, Mom stopped me for a kiss, and to tease me about my slightly awkward gait. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd say she cupped me and tried to adjust things down there.

Ms. Sprite had arrived a few minutes before me, but Olivia was nevertheless waiting outside the gym door. "Adam, I almost didn't recognize you," she teased.

"I'm not really into the naked thing, you know. If we have to do it for athletics, well, we have to do it. But that's as far as I go."

"C'mon, let's get ready for our shower," Olivia suggested, then she treated me to a show of her undulating shoulders and butt. Soon we were in the athletic locker room.

As I had the day before, I grabbed a locker basket, undressed, and threw in my clothes. Then, I threw in my gym clothes. Olivia seemed to enjoy the show.

"Will Rita and Serena be in the bleachers again?" I asked her.

"Yes, we drive in together," she replied.

"Do you think one of them would hold my PDA and let me know if a call comes in?"

"I'm sure they would," Olivia answered, so I kept the PDA, put the basket back in its slot, and snapped on the extra lock I brought. I gave both the lock and the basket a good pull, then headed with Olivia toward the showers.

If anything, Olivia was more forward than on Tuesday. As soon as the shower heads were running, she clamped onto me with both arms and a leg. The water gushed rapidly down our hair, across our joined faces, down our chests, our sides, our abs, our butts, our legs. With one hand she began drawing soap and smearing it between us. My hands explored her firm butt and tender nipples.

Gently, she rolled my back onto the floor. Then she laid on top of me, inverted so her face was over my cock and her nether lips were over my face. Simultaneously, we engulfed each other's sex.

My tongue explored Olivia's smooth, hairless slit. Her aroma was powerful and intoxicating. I savored and reveled in her taste. Meanwhile, her lips and her tongue encircled and massaged my raging cock. Surely this was the most intimate, the most sensory-laden of all sex acts, even without the water falling around us and snaking toward the drain.

Suddenly, I felt my ejaculation begin. Olivia took me deeper, and began alternately swallowing and breathing. I know because I felt her breath against my balls. On and on I pumped, longer than I thought possible. Meanwhile, my tongue found Olivia's clitty and I began licking as fast and furiously as I could. When Olivia came, I felt her thighs kicking, her pussy flexing, and her hips bucking. And her scent, oh, her scent grew stronger than ever. Yes, it was powerful, but it was also deeply sexual, a woman's most intimate response. I couldn't understand what anyone found offensive about it.

We both relaxed a moment, then stood to flush our juices. Olivia peed and so did I. Then, after shaking off a bit, I picked up my PDA and we headed toward the pool.

Rita was dressed in a lacy bra and panties, and Serena was wearing a tiny black lycra cocktail dress. Rita agreed to hold my PDA and let me know if a call came in.

As on Tuesday, the workout consisted primarily of swimming laps. I was just getting into my zone when Olivia noticed Rita waving at us. It was 7:35, which was about the time I expected.

The call, as I'd hoped, was from Nurse Nystrom. Dripping wet, I stepped away from Rita and Serena, then explained to Nurse Nystrom what I needed. When she responded, I knew at last that things were starting to fit together. To be sure, I called Dr. Polk's office and spoke with Holly Dooley for a few minutes. Then, I told the PDA to call Vivian.

"Hullo?" she answered.

"Vivian, it's Adam."

"Who?"

"Adam. Adam Jonson."

"Who?" she asked again, then there was a long pause.

"Adam Jonson," I repeated.

"Yonson! Is that you? Why didn't you say so?"

"Uh, look, Vivian, I think I have some information that'll help you out. You might want to record this."

"I got it."

"OK. When you get to school this morning, go see Nurse Nystrom and tell her you need a Department of Education form DE-237, Medical Necessity for Education. You'll need to give her permission to access your medical records, then she'll print it out for both of you to sign.

"Then go to the office and tell them you need a BMHS form BM-20, Evidence of Scholastic Standing. The computers can print that out in just a few minutes. Then ask Mr. Sippling, the assistant principal, to notarize both forms.

"Now, the next part has to do with your aunt. She needs to speak with the apartment manager or whoever's in charge this morning, and have them fill out a state form RS-2741, Status of Dependent Minor. That's going to say that you've been living in your aunt's apartment and as her dependent for at least six months. Make sure the manager signs it.

"Then, you aunt needs to appear in person at the unemployment office and get a Department of Economic Assistance form DEO-6. That proves that her unemployment benefits and health insurance have run out.

"So that's four forms you need to collect. They're all paper, which I know is archaic, but that's the way the government works. Now, you also need to call my doctor's office, Dr. Polk, and talk to the receptionist, Holly Dooley. She holding an appointment open for you and your aunt at four o'clock today, but you need to call her this morning and confirm that. You and your aunt bring in those four forms at four o'clock this afternoon, and Holly will do the rest of the paperwork so both of you can get your injections."

I have to admit, I was feeling rather proud of myself at that moment. Figuring out all that paperwork and setting up the appointments in less than a day seemed like a pretty fine piece of work. Vivian, however, remained silent.

"Vivian, are you there?" I finally asked.

"Yeah. Is this some kind of trick, Yonson? Because if it is..."

"No, Vivian, I think this is really going to work. Nurse Nystrom will look up your old DNA analysis and if it's like you say, she'll certify that gaining that much weight will affect your grades. The form from the office proves that your grades are good enough to save. The form from your apartment manager proves that you're living with your aunt, and the form from the unemployment office proves that she can't pay for the injections. If you give Holly Dooley those forms, she can do the rest and the state will pay."

"My aunt has no way of getting to the unemployment office."

"OK, let me work on that, and I'll call you back as soon as I have an answer. What's your aunt's number?"

"She doesn't have one. You have to call the neighbor."

"OK, give me the neighbor's number. And what's your aunt's name?"

"Yonson, what's this all about?" she asked.

"It's about your injection."

"Yeah, but why?"

"Well, it ran out. That's what you told me yesterday."

"No, why did you get involved in all this?"

"Let's just say I didn't want a fat chick harassing me."

For a second, I thought Vivian sniffled. It was hard to say, though, whether she was humiliated, touched, or unaffected. Perhaps I imagined it.

"You're sure this isn't a trick?" she asked again.

"Vivian, look, if it were a trick, you'd find out as soon as you talked to Nurse Nystrom or went to the office. It wouldn't be much of a prank. Why would I bother? No, I really think this is going to work, and so does Holly Dooley. And Holly's been handling medical claims since before we were born. Now, are you OK with this?"

"I guess."

"So give me your aunt's name and the number."

Vivian gave me her aunt's name, Marjorie Major, the neighbor's number, and the number at the apartment office.

"OK, I'm going to work on that ride for your aunt. OK?"

"OK."

"I'll be in touch, I promised," then I broke the connection.

It looked like I was going to miss most of the workout, but nevertheless I called my mom.

"Adam, I'm surprised you called," she answered. I was getting a torso shot, head to waist.

"Hey mom," I began, "remember how before I had my diver's license, sometimes the real estate courier would give me a ride somewhere? Like to a doctor's appointment after school or something?"

"Yes, Adam, I remember."

"Well, I'm trying to help somebody out here; they've been away from medical coverage and they really need to get back on. And to do that, her aunt needs to appear in person at the unemployment office today. Do you suppose the courier could give her a ride?"

"I don't know, Adam. That's really not what the courier is for. And our regular day-shift courier just quit. The evening and weekend courier has moved up to days, but things are still a little tight."

"Is Wednesday a busy day?"

"No, now that you mention it, it's not. Is this really important to you, Adam?"

"Yes, Mom, it is."

"Well, OK, if the courier can't do it, I'll handle it myself. Do you have the name, the address, and a phone number?"

Thankfully, I gave my mom the information, then I told her she was the greatest. Then we said I-love-you and disconnected.

Rita was giving me the eye as I placed another call to Vivian.

"Yonson, what now?" Vivian answered.

"Uh, look, I arranged a ride for your aunt. It'll be someone from Bogswamp Realty."

"Who the heck is that?"

"That's the realty company where my mom works. It'll be either the office courier or my mom driving."

"Your mom would take my aunt to the unemployment office?"

"Let's just say I asked her real nice."

"Something doesn't add up here, Yonson, but I'm going to give this a try. I'm just getting's off the bus in front of school, so next stop will be the nurse."

"Good. She waiting for you, and I really think this whole deal is going to work out. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, I bet you will. Later," she said, and then she broke the connection.

By then it was a little past eight o'clock and workouts were almost over. I finished as many laps as I could, then Ms. Sprite blew the whistle and we all returned to the locker room.

The lock on my basket was secure but the safety of the contents was another matter. At first I couldn't believe it, but then I had to admit it was true. Someone had soaked my clothes in glue, and quick-drying glue at that. There was no way I could separate anything and put it on.

"Adam, does someone have it in for you?" Olivia asked.

"So it would seem," I replied angrily. "And if Ms. Sprite wouldn't give me a pass to go home and get dressed yesterday, I don't suppose she will today, either."

"Maybe you could look around and find the bottle of glue," Olivia suggested.

"That's quite a long shot. If we find it sitting out or in the garbage, there's no telling who used it. And if it's someone's drawer or locker, we won't find it."

"Well, you should file a report at the office, or at least tell Ms. Sprite."

First period was due to start in just a couple of minutes, so I decided to talk with Ms. Sprite. She was still naked, of course, but to my relief, she wasn't masturbating. She was supportive, but she hadn't seen anyone messing with my basket and she wasn't aware of any similar incidents. She promised to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

On my way out, I noticed her supply cabinet was open and took a peek inside. But there was nothing inside except some pens, some paper, and a bottle of relaxants. No glue and no drippings.

Period 1 - Gym

Gym class began with homeroom announcements. Ms. Sprite punched a few buttons on a remote control, and the picture appeared on the scoreboard video. It was actually kind of cool.

Ms. Holloway, the principal, seemed to be broadcasting from the Communications room. The camera operator had chosen a head-to-waist shot that provided a nice view of her tits. She began speaking as soon as the eight-thirty bell stopped ringing.

"Good morning teachers and students. There are just a couple of announcements today. First, teachers, please stop sending students to the office because of inappropriate dress. There's no such offense this year. If a student is wearing a piece of clothing that physically interferes with class activities, just tell the student to take it off.

"Second, students, please stop asking the office if a particular item of clothing is OK. Which part of, 'no dress code, ' do you not understand? As to clothing that physically interferes with class activities, you should be able to figure that out.

"I guess there's some confusion about the student lounge. It's on the third floor, main building, west wing. It's not fancy, but there are some couches, daybeds, ottomans, wrestling pads, and so forth in there. You can use the lounge before or after class, or you can get a pass during study hall or lunch. I must warn you, though, that the occupancy limit is 66 people, and we're enforcing that.

"The student council will have a meeting after school at three-fifteen today. If you're a class officer or representative, please attend.

"That's all for this morning. Have an enjoyable and productive day."

While Holloway was speaking, I took a quick census of the class. The same four students were naked: me, Crystal, her pompom friend Kristin, and the guy I didn't know. Of the rest, about a third were in gym shorts and t-shirts, a third were in street clothes, and a third had gone weird. For example, one guy showed up in a swimsuit, scuba mask, and flippers.

Ms. Sprite jumped up naked on the first row of bleachers and addressed the class.

"Good morning, people. Today's activity is sprinting, and we'll do it outdoors. As soon as I open the southeast door, everyone should file out and line up in groups of four along the football practice field. One group on the ten yard line, one group on the fifteen, and so forth."

"Those of you wearing long pants or dresses, I suggest you take 'em off. They'll only slow you down and heat you up. Some of you others, I'll be pulling aside and making you leave things in the gym. You probably know who you are. Let's go."

The four of us who were naked ended up at the end of the line, which gave us a chance to watch the others pass inspection. Some of those in street clothes did leave their pants, skirts, or dresses in the gym, giving the rest of us an underwear show. The guy with the scuba mask and flippers had to leave them behind, of course, One girl made a big fuss about leaving her evening gown in the gym, most likely because under it, she was commando. A couple of girls had to get rid of high heels, and a guy in suspender shorts had to leave his wooden shoes behind.

Tess Palmer, who'd worn the cabaret outfit Tuesday, was wearing a belly dancer's outfit complete with satin slippers, finger cymbals, harem pants, hip belt, bolero vest, and veils. Somehow that passed except for the slippers.

The drill turned out to be running one-by-one across the football field. When all four runners in a group were across, they ran back one-by-one to the starting point. The four of us who were naked ended up in one group, furthest from the building.

Kristin Schaik, the pompom girl, was the first runner in our group. So, when Ms. Sprite blew her whistle, Kristin immediately headed across the field. She wasn't a particularly fast runner, but I gave her ten out of ten on style.

Just as I was admiring the way Kristin's shoulders, thighs, and butt combined in motion, Crystal struck up a conversation with the other naked guy in our group. "Aren't you Cliff Liepper?" she asked him.

"Yeah, that's right," he answered shyly.

"You wore clothes all last year, didn't you? I think that's why I didn't recognize you."

"Yeah, this is my parents' idea. Over the summer, they decided the whole family should go naked."

"What led up to that?" I asked, sensing a parallel to my own situation.

"We were a pretty normal family until some friends of my parents, the Geumpers, talked 'em into a combined family vacation. It was at this naked resort in the islands."

"So when you got there, did everybody have to take their clothes off?" Crystal asked.

"Nothing so easy," Cliff replied. "A couple of weeks before we left, my parents decided we should all go naked around the house. If we went out with friends or something, though, we could still get dressed for that. The last weekend before we left, the whole family went naked to a water park. After that we went out naked to dinner a couple of times. But the weirdest was on the day we left. When the airport van came, we left the house and got in with no clothes, no luggage, nothing but some sandals and our PDA's. That was pretty strange."

"Did you have your own room at this resort?"

"Naw, that was weird, too. They only got two rooms, one for the parents and one for the kids. So my two sisters and I were together with Sam, Randy, and Wanda Geumpers, all in one room with two beds, a toilet, and a sink. No closets, no coat hangers, no dressers, no suitcase racks, nothing."

"No shower or tub?"

"Well, we really didn't need one. We were swimming every day, and they had some outdoor showers on the way to the beach. But they were just showerheads hanging from an overhead beam."

By then Crystal had already run her sprint, and I was late taking mine. So I took off, bouncing across the grass, with most of the people in the next two groups watching either my erect cock or my bouncing butt. Cliff, of course, wasn't much better off. Kristin began her return sprint.

"So, the six of you in the same room, were you all about the same age?" I asked Cliff.

"Oh yeah, we were all in high school, if you count Sam just graduating from eighth grade. At first we tried each family in its own bed, but I didn't like laying there naked with my sisters. My sisters didn't like rubbing against me either, and the Guempers were having the same problem.

"Then we tried all the boys in one bed and all the girls in the other, but that was weird, too. So after a while we just mixed it up and it didn't matter any more. I mean, we were hanging around together all day anyway, and we'd touch during swimming, or volleyball, or showers, or whatever."

"What about your parents?"

"I guess they mixed it up, too. I mean, after the first couple of days, my mom was pretty open about touching Mr. Guempers. My dad and Mrs. Guempers touched pretty often, too. You know, pats on the butt, tweaks on the nipple, hugs, that sort of thing. Us kids started doing it too, and the adults thought it was cute."

"I'm surprised you didn't have an orgy every night."

"Oh, we did. During the day, too, especially the second week. And sometimes we'd hook up with other kids at the resort. We knew everybody was up-to-date with their STD and contraception shots, because you couldn't make a reservation without proof."

"So what? You all got home and your parents made everything permanent?"

"Yeah, we spent a day getting all the clothes out of the house and putting 'em in storage. My folks stopped my sisters and me from fooling around, though, unless more people are involved. Like, sometimes the parents have two parties at once, one for themselves and one for the older kids. And sometimes we just have teen parties. The thing is, I thought I'd finally gotten cool with the whole naked thing, and than I came to school and it's all weird again. You know what I mean?"

"Yes I do, Cliff. Yes I surely do," I thought. Being at a naked sex resort for two weeks hadn't prepared Cliff Liepper for two days at Bald Mountain High. Wonderful.

At that point, almost everyone was watching Tess Palmer run across the field in her belly dancing outfit, or even better catch her breath, or best of all belly dance. Except, apparently, Ms. Sprite, who noticed that no one from our group was running. She looked like she was ready to go ballistic about it so I took my jog to the other side and struck up a conversation with Kristin.

"Have you been going naked long?" I asked.

"Not as long as I wanted to," she replied. "My parents are, like, way totally against it. I tried going naked around the house a couple of times when I was, like, a sophomore, and they just flipped out. I mean stuff like going from my bedroom to the bath, or watching television, or eating breakfast. What's lewd about that? They even make me wear pajamas or a nightie. I usually ditch the bottoms once I'm under the covers, though."

"So how do you get out of the house?"

"I have to put clothes on. Like this morning I put on a frumpy blouse and a pair of jeans my mom bought me. But as soon as I was a couple of blocks from the house, I pulled over and dumped everything in the trunk. I mean, who needs that?"

"That's what you do every time? You get undressed right there on the street?"

"Yeah, or the parking lot, or whatever."

"You ever get caught?"

"Yeah, they caught me a couple of times. Like, I didn't know my parents were going to the mall, and I went too. They sent me home, which I didn't do right away, and then later they yelled at me. But what are they gonna do? Take away my skin?"

"Why go naked at all?" I asked.

"Huh? Well, I have to for pompom. And after everybody sees you for that, what's left to hide? And most of my friends do it. I dunno, after a while, it just seems free and easy."

Our group was behind the count again, which resulted in a glare and a fearsome whistle from Ms. Sprite. So for the rest of the period, we quietly ran our laps. I still felt as if everyone was watching me, but I suppose they were really looking at Crystal and Kristin.

On our way back inside, a guy carrying his pants fell into step beside me. Apparently he hadn't brought any gym clothes, and his pants got too hot or too tight during the sprints.

"Is your name Adam?" he asked.

"Yes, that's right," I replied, wondering what he had to say.

"My name's Gary. Gary Fischbak. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I ventured, now wondering how I'd gotten into the advice business.

"What's it like being like that all the time?"

"You mean erect?"

"Well yeah, but no, uh, what I really meant was, what's it like being naked all the time?"

"It's a lot like wearing clothes, but without the clothes," I replied. "I don't like it."

"Really? Then why do you do it? Do your parents make you?"

"No, people keep stealing or ruining my clothes. I guess they like seeing me naked, even though I don't like being this way."

"I guess they like the way you look, huh?"

"I suppose."

"Girls? Is it girls who like the way you look?"

"Yeah, so they say. Why do you ask?" I was beginning to hope he would change the subject.

"Well, you know, I've thought about it, but I never thought I'd go through with it. I thought everyone would laugh at me or something. But no one laughed at me this morning, even though I was running around in my underpants." Of course, the fact that that everyone was watching Tess Palmer rather than this Gary kid might have had something to do with it.

"Well, that's something."

"These aren't even a very good pair," Gary admitted.

"So throw 'em out," Crystal interjected. At her voice, Gary jumped almost a foot.

"You think I should go without underwear?" Gary somehow managed to ask.

"Well, if you gonna ditch the pants, you oughta ditch the underwear, too," remarked Kristin.

"So, you two girls think I should go without pants? Aren't you in the pompom squad?"

"Yes and yes," they replied in unison. It was actually kind of funny.

"I don't know if I could so that," Gary objected.

"Just give 'em to me," Kristin ordered. Then sure enough, Gary stepped out of his underpants and handed them to Kristin. Crystal took his pants.

"See, nobody's laughing," Kristin said after we all walked a little further. Tess was making a remarkable amount of noise with her finger cymbals and hip belt.

"This is weird, feeling the air all around me," Gary remarked.

Inside, we all showered in the same general area. Gary seemed to be having the time of his life, so much that after drying he abandoned his shirt as well. He looked a little weird wearing wing tip shoes and dark socks but fortunately, nobody laughed. In fact, Crystal managed to signal Tess Palmer behind Gary's back, and Tess game him a quick pubic trim and blow job on his way out.

Kristin threw out Gary's bad underwear and Crystal left his pants on the locker room bench. Unfortunately, they were both too small for me. The underwear and the pants, that is.

"I hope I didn't mislead him," I remarked aloud.

"He got what he wanted," said Crystal.

"C'mon, let's get to Communications," I urged, and then we were off.

Period 2 - Communications

As Crystal and I worked our way through the crowded hallways, it was obvious that the lack of a dress code was having an increasing effect. The majority of people were wearing completely normal clothes, of course, and a few like us were naked. But a sizable minority were wearing swimsuits, pajamas, underwear, bathrobes, nighties, odd uniforms, evening gowns, cocktail dresses, stage costumes, or last year's Halloween costume. Another group was either topless or bottomless, but not both. Others left things unbuttoned, unzipped, or just generally open.

Nadia was late getting to Communications, so I ended up sitting between Vivian and Crystal. Vivian was oddly distant, but mentioned that my mom had picked up her aunt. She threw some strange looks at Crystal, too.

Mr. Magnusson began the class with a lecture on tips for interviewing. He was a good speaker; I have to give him that. He talked a lot about knowing the audience and its preferences, getting to know the person in advance, having a prepared list of questions, and not looking at the camera.

Nadia finally showed up, but was twenty minutes late. Mr. Magnusson was perturbed and, after speaking with her quietly for a moment, told her she'd have to present her excuse to the whole class. Then, as confirmation, he positioned her on the floor spot that was under the microphone and on-camera.

"Class," Magnusson announced, "please pay close attention to Miss Blosser's posture, expression, enunciation, and overall composure. Once she's finished, I'll be asking you to turn in your thoughts. Miss Blosser, please begin."

"Good morning, everyone," Nadia began a little nervously. Her voice sounded strange coming through a dozen television speakers at once.

"This all started when I got to first-period study hall this morning. That's when the monitor told me my schedule change had been approved. The thing is, I never requested a schedule change! But that didn't matter! The monitor made me go to a class called Medieval Knitting in room 397B, which turned out to be a janitor's closet!"