Part 4: Thursday

At first I wasn't sure if I was awake or dreaming. I only knew I was naked and writhing on the open sheets. My balls were tight and my cum was surging. Reaching down, I felt my smooth, hard cock throbbing and spurting. It was sticky. I could smell it. And then I had cum on my hand. I wiped it on the sheet.

The twilight between sleep and day continued. With eyes closed I drifted, almost trancelike, as wave after wave, pulse after pulse of sensation surged through me. It was long and because of that, messy. Then relaxed and sated, my body went limp and I sunk into my pillow. Limp, that is, except for an erection that would never go away. Six months, forever, what's the difference?

I could have drifted another ten minutes, another half hour, another day. But no, suddenly there were things I had to do! I needed to wipe myself off! I needed a shower! I needed to get dressed! I had to pee! I had to finish my history reading! I had to make swimming workouts!

Pissing came first. Before the moment passed I rushed to the bathroom and drained myself completely. Then I took a quick shower, not wetting my hair, and returned to my room. My sheets were sloppy beyond belief but I made the bed anyway.

Clothes were getting to be a problem. Tuesday I'd worn my loosest shorts and lost them. Wednesday I'd worn my loosest pants and lost them. Now it was Thursday and my two best options were unavailable! I tried a couple of things, but none of them worked unless I wore a jock strap. And thus was born an idea.

First I put on my gym clothes: a jock strap, gym shorts, a t-shirt, white socks, and comfortable sneakers. Some of it was tight but overall it worked. Then, I rummaged in my closet and found two plastic bags from Game Gear and Garb.

In one bag I put another jock strap and my regular class clothes: some loose pants, a shirt, dark socks, and my best looking sneakers. Then I threw in a roll of tape and the second bag.

I finished my history reading during a breakfast of cold cereal and orange juice. Then, wearing my gym clothes, I drove to school.

Just as I was parking, someone -- I suppose Olivia's mom -- dropped off Olivia, Rita, and Serena. Olivia was naked as usual, and Serena was wearing a little sun suit. Rita was dressed in a tank top and a strangely slit skirt. Olivia kissed the woman who was driving, then all three girls waved and entered the building ahead of me.

Before entering the locker room I went straight to my hall locker. There, after removing the extra bag and the roll of tape, I taped shut the bag of regular clothes and stored it in my locker. Of course, I made sure the locker was locked.

Then, in the locker room, I put my gym clothes in the second bag, taped it shut, placed that bag and the tape in a locker basket, and made sure the basket was securely locked in its bin. Safe!

I looked around for Olivia, but apparently she'd decided not to wait and gone ahead to the pool. No big deal. I just took a quick, solitary shower then padded wet and naked down the hall and into the pool area. Olivia was talking with Rita and Serena, but broke off and met me at the starting block. Ethan and Caitlin were sharing our lane again. Ethan had finished his first laps and Caitlin was in the water.

"Is everything OK?" I asked Olivia.

"Oh, yeah, you just looked like you were going to take a while and I needed to finish some things with Rita and Serena. That's all. Is that PDA waterproof?"

I was glad she mentioned that. "It's supposed to be, but you can never be sure. I just forgot to take it off. I've ruined a couple of them that way."

"I'm sure Serena will hold it for you," Olivia suggested, just as Caitlin was clearing the lane. Watching Caitlin leave the water and Olivia dive in at the same time almost made up for my embarrassment at being naked. Almost.

With Olivia in the water I walked over to the bleachers and asked Serena to hold my PDA. Her sun suit was mostly yellow and orange, low cut on top, high cut on the bottom, and very thin. She couldn't have been wearing anything under it. Anyway, she smiled and agreed to hold the PDA.

Rita and Owen had obviously kept their appointment with Crystal. Rita's skirt was slit to the waist on both sides, in front center, and presumably in back center as well. Owen's fly was lengthened and widened so it had no chance of covering his dick and balls. His pubic hair was well trimmed and thinned, providing no privacy of that kind either. Occasionally Rita would reach over and touch him, and this was keeping him erect. Owen didn't seem to mind.

Serena seemed ready to chat but I needed to get my laps in. So, as quickly as I could, I pulled away and returned to the block. Ms. Sprite came in a few minutes later, and began watching our strokes and giving us advice. I got into my zone and almost forgot I was naked. The sight of the other swimmers was starting to seem more normal as well. But mostly, I enjoyed the pull of my muscles and the flow of the water around me.

At eight-fifteen Ms. Sprite ended the session as usual. Olivia and I had our usual quick shower, and then I headed confidently toward the locker basket where I'd left my gym clothes. As I neared it, however, something looked odd. And when I actually reached it, I couldn't believe my eyes. The basket was double padlocked!

One padlock was mine, of course, but I had no idea where the other one came from. And of course, removing my own lock didn't free the basket at all. It was just stupid and frustrating. Except, of course, for Plan B.

Walking back to my hall locker took very little time. But after rounding the last corner, I began getting sick to my stomach. Something about my hall locker looked odd, too. And yes, on closer inspection, my hall locker was double-locked! In desperation I removed my lock, but the second one still held securely.

Knowing it was futile, I nevertheless went looking for Ms. Sprite. When I found her she was just leaving her office and heading for a shower. Her scent was strong and she looked a little flushed, if you know what I mean.

"Ms. Sprite, someone put an extra lock on my gym basket and my hall locker," I complained, feeling more like a third-grader than a senior.

"Adam, don't you have any idea who might be doing these things?" she asked.

"Not really. I mean, it's just a prank. Lots of people could be doing it."

"You're a good sport to look at it that way," she commended me. Somehow, though, it wasn't very helpful. "You could file a report with the office but they'd just send it to me for investigation." That wasn't much help either.

"Well, can I undress and put my clothes in your office tomorrow?" I asked. "Maybe that'll stop whoever is doing this."

"Sure, if that's what you want, Adam. Uh, look, I need to rinse off a bit. The heat and humidity around the pool makes me sweat, you know. Are you going to be OK for now?"

"I guess," was all the reply I could make. I'd just have to spend another day naked in school, that's all. I was almost getting used to it.

Period 1 - Gym

Grudgingly I hauled my naked ass into gym class. Crystal, Kristin, Cliff Liepper, and Gary Fischbak were already standing in a group so I joined them. If the day's activities involved shirts and skins, we were sure to be skins.

Ms. Sprite arrived nakedly in time for the bell. As on Wednesday she activated the scoreboard video, but this time it displayed a full frontal view of Ms. Holloway's, uh, hips. Holloway cleared her throat and the camera slowly panned upward.

"Good morning students and teachers," she began. "I have just three announcements for today. First, since casual Fridays have lost their meaning, the student council has decided to sponsor a series of come-as-you-are days. The first one will be tomorrow, and it's a pajama party. Everyone should wear whatever they had on at five o'clock this morning (roughly three hours ago). This sounds like great fun, and I hope everyone participates. Please be honest. The purpose of this is not for everyone to run out and buy expensive lingerie or silk pajamas or whatever. It's to wear whatever you had on at five o'clock this morning. Don't bring sheets and blankets; they're not included. Teachers, if you want to join in, that's fine. No dress code means no dress code.

"Second, a week from Friday will be our first spirit day. During lunch and after school we'll be introducing all of the athletes, cheerleaders, pompom girls, majorettes, dance line performers, trainers, coaches, and other people who make Bald Mountain more than just a bunch of people sitting in classrooms. Athletic dress code will apply all day. For the rest of you, please wear the puce and chartreuse, even if it's only earrings.

"Third, please remember that The Program starts next week. If you want any control over when you get picked or who's in The Program with you, fill out your request and get it to the office before first period tomorrow.

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

"Outside, people!," shouted Ms. Sprite the second Holloway finished speaking. "Same field, but form groups of five in the end zone. If you've got headgear, long pants, or a long skirt, leave 'em just inside the door. Let's go!"

By and large, most kids were better prepared than on Wednesday. For some of them, it meant they were easier about leaving items behind. For others, there was less reason to take anything off. Anyway, the pile of clothes by the door was much smaller.

Tess Palmer, the drama princess, was dressed like an Egyptian queen. Her dress was basically a waist cincher with a cross-front skirt attached, all in white with gold and black trim. The cincher was very flexible and didn't cover her breasts. The skirt was short, thin, and breezy. On her neck and collarbone was a broad necklace, and on her head a gold headdress with wings on the sides, a fantail in back, and a beak in front. The necklace and headdress, however, she left by the door.

Willie Fundeman clowned it up as usual. On that particular day, he wore white tights, red briefs (on the outside) and a Chickenman t-shirt. Trust me; you don't want to know about the feet.

"All right, people," shouted Ms. Sprite. "Here's the drill for today. When I blow the whistle, group one -- that's the group closest to me -- will all sprint to the 50-yard line. Then when I blow the whistle again, group two will sprint to the 50-yard line, and so forth."

"When everyone is on the 50-yard line and I blow the whistle, group one will sprint to the far end zone. When everyone is in the far end zone and I blow the whistle, group one will sprint back to the 50 and so forth. Got it? On my whistle. Three, two, one," and then she blew it. The whistle, I mean.

Naturally, we were group one. Everyone ran their four sprints, and then Ms. Sprite gave us a five-minute water break.

"How's it goin'?" Crystal asked Gary.

"Pretty well," he replied.

"What do your parents think?" Crystal continued.

"I haven't told 'em yet," he admitted.

"I saw that you left your pants in the locker room yesterday," said Crystal. "Didn't your mom or anybody notice something unusual when you got home?"

"My mom was working," Gary explained. "And anyway, I borrowed some pants from a friend of mine who's about the same size."

"Does anyone else in your family go naked?" I asked. "Like at work or anything?"

"No, they all wear regular clothes. So did I until yesterday," Gary answered.

"Do they ever talk about people who go naked? Friends of yours, friends of theirs, people on television, anything?" Kristin suggested.

"Not really," said Gary.

"Well, I guess you'll have to ask them," Crystal decided. "Either that just let them see you. Worst thing that happens, they'll tell you to put something on."

Just about then, Ms. Sprite blew the whistle and we did four more sprints. Then four more. Then a water break and a final four. After that, Ms. Sprite sent us back into the building for showers.

Crystal and I showered quickly under adjoining heads. When I turned the water cold and prepared to take a piss, though, she left and began chatting with Kristin and Gary.

Period 2 - Communications

Hoping against hope, I checked my locker basket and my hall locker. Unfortunately, both extra locks were still in place. With no other recourse, I fell into step with Crystal and dove stark naked into the crowded hallway. For some reason, though, the number of snide remarks and butt slaps seemed to be down. Maybe people were paying more attention to Crystal, or maybe they were getting used to the whole no-dress-code deal, or maybe it was the two girls giving each other head on a throw rug.

Nadia was already in Communications class when we arrived. Her outfit consisted of hiking boots, a ruffled camouflage miniskirt, a clip-on purse that looked like an ammo pouch, gold nipple bars, camouflage nipple shields, and a jaunty Robin Hood hat. She also had a new, shorter haircut and an outdoorsy makeup scheme based on olive, sepia, and gold. I wasn't sure if she looked more like a forest nymph or GI Jane.

I must admit, though, she played it cool. She gave no signal of anything going on between us, and she easily maneuvered me into sitting with Crystal and Vivian. That way, she could sit a row ahead of us and avoid eye contact with the two girls. Neither of them suspected anything except that Nadia had a new outfit.

After the bell rang, Mr. Magnusson announced that today we'd be conducting some practice interviews. The first, he decided, would be Crystal and a boy named Joel Timett. After sending Crystal and Joel to the talk-show set, he asked for volunteers to run the lights, cameras, microphones, teleprompter, and console.

Speaking first to Crystal, Magnusson told her to interview Joel about the most recent movie he'd seen. Joel was already working on his belt, buttons, and zipper, but Magnusson told him to leave everything on.

Next, Magnusson spoke to the girl who'd volunteered for teleprompter. She was to listen to Joel and Crystal discuss possible topics, and convert each workable one into a question. Later they would organize the questions into an outline for the interview.

After that, Magnusson talked to each remaining volunteer and explained what they needed to do. After about ten minutes, everyone was ready for the first take. Or so they thought.

Magnusson had Crystal and Joel sit on a couple of barstools positioned at 45 degrees to the camera, then made sure the lights, cameras, microphones, and teleprompter were properly positioned. Next, he picked up a hand mike and told the console operator to show a title and play some lead-in music. Then, he activated the monitors throughout the classroom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good morning, it's the Crystal Cleary show!" he announced. "This morning's guest is Joel Timett, noted Bald Mountain movie critic. And now, here's Crystal!"

The video shifted to a fake plant in the background of the set. Then the console operator keyed up the right camera, and we saw Crystal's belly button with the words, "Bristle Bleary, Bad Mantra Hag Skull," across the bottom of the screen. Eventually, of course, the cameraman got Crystal properly framed and the console operator killed the titling.

"Good morning, viewers," Crystal began. "This morning we have the honor of speaking with Joel Timett about the movie Casablanca, starring Bumpy Hobart. Good morning, Joel."

Actually, she displayed quite a bit of poise. I suppose it took a certain poise to perform as a pompom girl, too. In any event, the video shifted to camera two, which showed Joel. This time, the titling read, "Jill Dimwit, Flume Critter."

"Uh, hi," said Joel, then the camera zoomed back to show both of them. Crystal clearly dominated the scene; I mean, which would you rather watch, the average guy in ordinary clothes or the tricked-out buff naked platinum blonde?

"So Joel, the original version of Casablanca stands as one of the great films of all time. How does this remake compare to the original?"

"I guess some people like the old one, and some like this new one," Joel replied.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I never saw the old one."

"Well, then, tell us about the new one," Crystal encouraged. Obviously, they could have filtered the questions better. Magnusson motioned for them to speed things up.

"Well, the story happens in this Mexican beach town. All the beach hotels are painted white. The main character is an Arab guy named Rick. That's Bumpy Hobart. He runs a beach bar named Rick's Moroccan Café. Everyone wants to get out of town because a bunch of textile manufacturers have booked all the hotels for a convention the next week."

"What's the problem with that?" Crystal prompted.

"Well, the textile companies want, like, everyone to wear clothes. Even the lifeguards and waitresses, you know? But nobody can get time off, and the planes are all booked up."

"How does Rick get involved in this?"

"Well, this old girlfriend of his shows up. She's a European chick named Ilsa Laszlo, and her main squeeze is a guy named Victor. They're both on the pro beach volleyball circuit. So Rick, you know, he can't decide whether to make a play for Ilsa or let Victor have her."

"How were the supporting characters?"

"Oh, they were good. There was a Mexican guy named Sam who was part of this Mariachi band, you know, and he kept singing Can't Get No Satisfaction because that used to be Rick and Ilsa's favorite song. I liked him. Then there was this police captain named Louie Reno. He was a narc and I didn't like him so much."

"What can you tell us about the ending without spoiling it?" Crystal asked.

"Well, Rick, Ilsa, and Victor had a three-way on the beach, you know? It lasted a long time and had lots of cum shots. I don't see how anything could spoil that. Then Ilsa and Victor got jobs on a cruise ship and left. I mean, that guy Rick was makin' it with all the waitresses, not to mention the lifeguards and the stage performers. I don't think you could spoil that part, either."

Magnusson was pointing at his wrist by then, so Crystal thanked Joel for his time and urged everyone to tune in again the next day. Camera 1 started zooming in on her tits but Magnusson made the slit throat gesture and our screens went dark.

"Joel and Crystal, thank you," said Magnusson as everyone returned to their seats. "That wasn't too bad for the first take of the year. Now, class, I'm passing out these audience evaluation cards. Please be honest and rate each aspect of the production. This isn't for anyone's grade, it's just a class exercise. I'll tabulate the results, then tomorrow we'll discuss them and watch the tape. You have the rest of the period to fill out the cards."

"Good job," I congratulated Crystal when she got back to our couch. I was going to give her a pat on the butt, too, but Vivian made an odd little sound and I decided not to press the issue.

When the bell finally rang, Vivian left the room quickly. I think she might have been jealous over the attention Crystal received. Crystal caught up to her, though, and the two of them stood outside the door talking for a couple of minutes.

Nadia stopped long enough to tell me everything was going fine. But before I could ask for details, she was checking messages, making calls, and rushing down the hallway.

Period 3 - English

Crystal was waiting for me in the hall when I left the Communications classroom. We walked together to English, where Sandra had already taken her seat. Crystal noticed her immediately and made a beeline. I saw my life passing before my eyes.

"So, is it true? Are you the one who finally got payback on Nadia Blosser?" Crystal asked excitedly.

By then I was standing behind Crystal, and Sandra looked at me for help. I nodded a couple of times and gave her the "keep it rolling" signal.

"Yes, I guess I did," admitted Sandra.

"Luring her into that makeup salon was sheer genius," Crystal continued. "How'd you know she'd fall for that?"

"Oh, after a while, you get to know when somebody's ready for an appointment," Sandra improvised.

"Have you heard about this?" Crystal asked me.

"Hear about what?" I stalled.

"Well, Sandra here lured Nadia into the salon where she works, and did her up in clown makeup. She even faked the infuser! So Nadia thought she was stuck with a clown face for three months!"

"That seems kind of cruel," I remarked.

"Well, she's my friend and all that, but she had it coming," Crystal explained. "And it was only a scare, not permanent."

"How did you hear about this?" Sandra asked. "I don't remember seeing you at the salon."

"Oh, Nadia told me," Crystal replied. "She was just glad there were no witnesses. Well, except you and the other operators, of course."

"We like to be called cosmetologists," Sandra corrected her.

"Cometologists, meteorologists, weathermen, I never know the difference," Crystal explained. Thank goodness Mr. Kent wasn't listening for vocabulary terms.

Seats were going fast at that point, so Crystal and I took a couple across the aisle from Sandra. When Crystal started watching the door for Mr. Kent, Sandra faked wiping her brow and gave me a wink. I rolled my eyes and winked back.

When class started, Mr. Kent announced more reading and discussion from the work of Anais Nin. For an English class, it was surprisingly interesting. Then he assigned an essay, due Monday, describing our thoughts on another of her readings. That seemed more like work.

When class ended, Crystal and Sandra resumed their conversation about Nadia. I really felt I should hang around in case things got out of control, but then my PDA signaled a call from Nadia herself.

"Yeah, hang on, this isn't good place to talk," I instantly alerted her. Then I went out to a place in the hall.

"OK, what's up?" I asked.

"It's a go!" Nadia proclaimed excitedly. "Can you and Vivian meet me at Bushie's at four-thirty?"

"Four-thirty works for me. I'll have to convince Vivian, though,"

"OK, well, if you have any trouble with her, let me know. Adam, I'm so pumped! And I think this is only the beginning!"

"It sounds like you're doing great, Nadia. I really appreciate this. Uh, somebody's coming. I gotta go. Four-thirty, right?"

"Right on," Nadia confirmed, then she disconnected.

It was Crystal, of course. Sandra had headed to her locker, which was in the opposite direction. We made good speed to the cafeteria, and the serving line was short.

Lunch

Vivian and Nadia were already at our table when Crystal and I arrived. I sat across from Vivian, and Crystal sat across from Nadia. Ben, Dan, and Teah arrived a few minutes later.

"So, what were you all wearing at five o'clock this morning?" Teah asked excitedly. "I was wearing a t-shirt."

"I always wear gym shorts to bed," said Dan.

"A nightshirt," said Ben.

"Some tap pants," said Nadia.

"Nothing," said Crystal.

"This is a trick question, right?" asked Vivian.

"Nothing," I hated to admit.

"Well, I think this pajama party day is going to be great fun. Does everyone promise to play along?" urged Teah.

"Sure," said everyone except me. Then everyone was looking at me. Suddenly, I wished I'd lied about my bedclothes, or lack thereof. But now it was too late! What was I going to say, "Oh, sorry, I forgot, after being naked all day, I did wear pajamas to bed?" Everyone was still staring so finally I had to say, "OK, sure."

"So, did you talk to your folks about Saturday night?" Dan asked Ben.

"Yeah, they say it's full speed ahead. They're even going to stock up the fridge and the pantry for us."

"Is this a party?" Crystal asked excitedly.

"Well, yeah," said Ben. "I guess everyone's invited."

Instantly, Crystal scooted closer to me and squeezed my arm. Nadia looked disappointed. Vivian stared off into space.

"I might be busy. It depends on how certain things work out," I finally improvised. Crystal let go of my arm.

"Well, I think it's going to be a lot of fun," Teah proclaimed. "Now, what about The Program? I still think we should all sign up to be together." And to prove it, she produced a pack of signup forms.

"I don't know," said Dan.

"I'd rather wait," said Ben.

"Well, look, how about if we all fill out the form but leave the date blank? It'll probably be a while before they get around to us, and then at least we'll be together."

Dan hesitated, but finally agreed to fill out the form without a date. Then Ben agreed, and so did everyone else.

After that, the conversation splintered. Nadia got Crystal talking about pompom routines. Dan and Teah talked about their classes.

"So, you wanna do weights again this afternoon?" I asked Vivian.

"Do you think I should?" she asked idly.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy it Tuesday."

"Yeah, I guess I ain't doing nothin' for a while this afternoon."

"OK, I'll meet you by the weight room then."

"Can you give me a ride home?"

"Sure, but I'll need to make a stop along the way."

"No funny business this time," Vivian declared.

"Just weights," I agreed, and then the bell rang.

Period 4 - U.S. History

As she had on Tuesday, Vivian took a seat on the far side of the classroom, near the windows. Innocently, I took the seat next to her, and that really wasn't a problem. The problem was Gary Fischbak -- still naked from Gym class on Wednesday -- who took the seat just in front of me. Gary's an OK guy, I guess, but I really didn't feel like staring at his naked shoulders and butt crack for an hour.

The girl sitting across from Gary, however, had no such reservations. She was a tall, thin redhead -- auburn, actually -- with a short bob haircut. She was dressed in a white blouse, denim miniskirt, and sandals. What I noticed most, however, were her green eyes. Not only did they contrast vividly with her hair; they were fixed solidly on Gary.

Mr. Laitle entered the room wearing yet another dreary suit. Without ceremony he opened his notes, keyed up his presentation, waited briefly for the bell, and then began speaking.

Christopher Columbus, it seems, was born in Genoa, Italy in 1451. Genoa is a seaport, so of course Columbus wanted to be a sailor. When he was 14, he began sailing on Italian ships. At the age of 25, he was sailing to England and some French pirates attacked his ship. Columbus got hurt, but he grabbed onto some floating wood and made it to shore. I could empathize.

"Rebecca Unger!" Mr. Laitle called suddenly.

The redhead suddenly lost her concentration. "Yes?" she acknowledged.

"Where was Christopher Columbus born?"

Rebecca shared straight ahead for a long time, then uttered a single word. "Ohio?"

"No, Ms. Unger, not Ohio. It was Genoa: the city, not the sausage. Genoa, Italy. Please pay attention."

After his run-in with pirates, Columbus stayed on land for a while. He opened a shop that sold nautical maps and books. A book by Marco Polo interested him immensely. Polo wrote of a Far-Eastern land called the Indies, where he traded for valuable jewels and spices. After reading that book and checking his maps, Columbus decided he could get to the east by sailing west. Rebecca Unger, however, made a different decision. To get Gary's attention, she began slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

In the Indies, Marco Polo traded cheap Italian stuff for valuable jewels and spices. I guess the people in the Indies though they were trading cheap jewels and spices for valuable Italian stuff. Rebecca seemed ready for business as well. After she freed the last of her buttons, the front of her blouse fell completely open. Her bra was thin and white. Her breasts were overflowing and her abs were killer.

Mr. Laitle explained how Columbus got three ships to try his idea of sailing west. First he asked the King of Portugal, then the King of France, then the King of England, and then the King and Queen of Spain. But they all turned him down. Gary Fischbak didn't seem convinced either; he kept listening intently to Mr. Laitle. Like Columbus, however, Rebecca was persistent. Deftly, she removed the arm nearest Gary from its sleeve.

Eventually, Ferdinand and Isabella, the King and Queen of Spain, gave Columbus three ships, a crew of ninety men, and some money. The three ships, of course, were the Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa María. Gary was starting to take more interest in Rebecca, so she withdrew the other arm. The blouse fell down her back and landed on the seat. Mr. Laitle almost said something, but Rebecca stared him down.

Columbus began his voyage on August 2, 1492. The crew was freaked. Nobody knew the Atlantic Ocean, so the crew became afraid of monsters and falling off the end of the earth. When Mr. Laitle turned around to point at the map, Rebecca freed her bra and it fell off the end of her tits. Revealing, logically enough, her own special monsters. Two of them.