Part 1B

Sam

Shit shit shit! She was looking at me! At my cock! Why oh why did she have to look so low? Had I not noticed that I could have kept my damn dick down, at least for a few more minutes! But as soon as I saw her looking, it's like he realized she was looking, and he decided to look right back at her. Damn independent bastard.

I tried to breath and calm down and keep myself from totally freaking out. My cock was throbbing and hard as a rock from having this incredibly gorgeous girl looking straight at it. I was so fucking embarrassed, she must have thought I was a total asshole or something.

I stepped away and tried to convince myself I wasn't going to become psychotic this week. I'm an outgoing and pretty adventurous guy, but even I was getting freaked at this whole being naked thing. I sat down in one of the chairs and started to put on my socks and shoes-the only article of clothing we were allowed to wear- when I saw the cute little Old Navy shirt hit the floor.

I looked up and my cock got about twice as hard as it had been before. Jenna was standing there, blushing, working to undo the hooks on her bra. She was stunning, absolutely stunning... I hadn't noticed she had such a figure, and the loose fitting cloths she wore probably did something to hide it a bit. She had a real hourglass figure. Not one of the rail thin, board straight, ribs sticking out girls you see these days. She had curves, and a LOT of them. A perfect hourglass figure, a big, generous bust and curving, rounded hips that for some reason reminded me of what my sex-ed. Teacher Ms. Deben referred to as 'child bearing hips'. Something about wide and round hips making it a lot easier for women to properly bear children. Some girls looked funny or unattractive with big hips, like they were out of place, but they totally worked for Jenna.

Her stomach and waist was narrowed from bust to hip, not really drastically so, but she was tinier there. Her stomach was small, ever so slightly rounded and soft looking. I thought it looked wonderful, she didn't look like she had any fat, she was slender and smooth, but the little bit of roundness looked soft and yielding and feminine.

Her bra fell off and I about thought I was going to have to be cleaning a mess up in Principal Markinson's office. Did I mention I'm a breast-man? Yeah, I'm totally a breast-man. Even though I still held my V-card, I knew cup sizes. And, forgive my perversion, but I was looking at a pair of beauties that would probably cause a DD to snap open from the strain.

I was totally staring and at least in that first moment, my sensibilities had fled and I didn't care. I watched in a kind of trance as they bounced free-did I ever mention that bouncing breasts are the best kind of breasts?-and I was in heaven. I could tell they were natural; they were firm and pretty perky for their size, but they still had a bit of sag and give, just enough so that I could tell they were natural, and they looked heavy and fleshy. She had really large areola's, nearly the size of the bottom of a Lysol can. They shrunk and crinkled a bit, probably from the cold air and suddenly being uncovered and all, and her nipples grew. And grew. And grew. And didn't stop till they were almost an inch long and as thick as my thumb. I couldn't help but think just how well I could probably wrap my lips around them, and told myself I was being stupid and perverted. But I was thinking it anyway. Her boobs were round and plump, and pretty much everything I've ever wanted out of a pair of breasts.

Then she was sliding her pants down, along with her panties-which I was surprised to find were sheer and almost see-through, and a bikini cut.

Holy Jesus! She was bare! Like completely bare! And she looked as smooth as she must have been the day she was born too! Looking at her when I'd first come in, and the memories I had of her in class, I never would have thought her the type to groom so heavily. But there she was in all her glory, nestle between smooth thighs that were slightly thick and meaty but didn't look like they had an ounce of fat on them. They weren't muscular or anything either, just firm and solid and sensual looking, a woman's thighs. Her pussy was amazing... plump and soft looking, like it would yield to the slightest touch, and very, very pale. It didn't have a single hair on it, and I couldn't see any hair bumps or stubble or anything. She must have waxed or something, because I knew that shaving didn't get things that perfect and spotless, like she'd never had hair at all! Her lips looked fat and juicy, and I didn't think she wasn't even aroused yet. How thick and full would they get once she was, I wondered? Gooseflesh suddenly rose all over her bald little mound, and I figured she must be getting pretty cold. I was cold too, and I probably would've been having some really bad shrinkage if it hadn't been for how turned on I was by the sight of her amazing body.

She looked up and saw me staring and I quickly looked away as I finished tying my shoes and stood up. The first bell began to ring and my eyes darted to the clock. Holy shit. Had all this seriously gone down before the first bell? It had only been ten minutes away when I'd arrived in here.

"Very good," Counselor Taylor said, nodding satisfactorily as she put a lid over the boxes containing our clothes and placed the on the Principal's Desk.

"At the end of the school day you may retrieve your clothing at the front of the school. This is where you will undress for the next four days at the beginning of school. I shouldn't need to remind you that after-school or school-related activities must also be done in the nude."

I nodded, feeling like I'd finally regained my head some and like time was moving again. But it could very well creep to a halt just as well the next time I looked at Jenna's knockout body, so I did my best not to glance her way.

"Remember that reasonable requests do not include sexual molestation or rape, and any such incidents should be reported immediately," Councelor Taylor advised. "As you both know, rape or molestation in the Program is dealt with prosecution for those crimes to the full extend of the law, and punishment can in fact be increased due to perpetrators taking advantage of the nature of the Program. Punishment can be more severe, and The Program brings its own additional charges to bear on top of the molestation or rape charges. What I'm saying is, because of those factors, such unpleasant incidents are limited. But should they in the unlikely event happen, report them immediately."

I nodded again, starting to get bored with all the lectures and rule talk. Then I remembered that as soon as they were over I'd be stepping my bare ass out into halls filled with my fellow teenagers, and I figured I could stand a lot more talking. But as it happened, no such luck.

"Alright then, off you go before you miss your classes," Principal Markinson said. "If you have any problems, please come see myself or Counselor Taylor, or any faculty member for that matter. Have a pleasant experience."

I took a deep breath and glanced over at Jenna, who was standing there looking at the floor and squirming uncomfortably. I consciously kept my eyes above her shoulders so that I wouldn't get an even worse case of wood. All this really accomplished was allowing me to admire her beautiful face and her thick, dark brunet hair. Argh, I'm never going to get through this week.

"We'd better get going," I said to her, trying to sound calm and encouraging. She glanced up at me and I did my best to give her a reassuring smile.

"I don't know if I can do this," she squeaked in a timid and shaky voice. I sighed softly and nodded, my smile relaxing into something closer to my usual ironic smirk.

"I hear ya, but we don't have a choice do we? If we try to hide in here we'll get in trouble."

"Listen," I said, stepping closer but careful not to get in her space. "We'll go through this together, yeah? I mean, this isn't exactly a familiar experience for me either. Nudism isn't one of my hobbies."

She smiled a bit at that, but it was awkward and strained. Still, she took a deep breath and nodded after a moment. She was trying her best to push on, I could tell. I thought she was really brave for that.

"Let's just get this over with so we can move on with life and pretend this whole thing was just my usual Monday nightmare, ok?"

She smiled at that, and it seemed more genuine this time. She looked at me and I was glad, because then I could look her in the eye, and that made it easier not to look... elsewhere.

"Mine are usually on Sunday," she remarked. I grinned. Good, she had a sense of humor. What's more, she had a sense of humor that included my insane ass remarks.

"That's funny, my Sunday dreams always feature working as an indentured servant to a house of rich lizard transvestites with masochistic tendencies..."

Counselor Taylor and Principal Markinson cleared their throats at the same time. I slung my book bag over my shoulder and took another deep breath, before nodding to Jenna and leading her out into the busy halls of Monroe High.

We hadn't gone two steps before the stares and commotion started. All eyes were on us, following us as the student's began to talk. Girls whispered and tittered and giggled and blushed as they stared at me. The guy's talked and muttered in little groups while they looked at Jenna, all smiles and an occasional burst of laughter. As soon as we were out of the office Jenna immediately snatched my hand into a desperate vice grip. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, trying to reassure her. I could feel her shaking through her hand.

"Hey naked people!" Someone I didn't recognize yelled, and several teens started laughing. I smirked and started walking toward my first class, Intro Psychology. Luckily Jenna and I shared this class, so we walked together.

I was dreading people going for some 'reasonable requests', but we were blessed, being kind of late coming out of Principal Markinson's office. Most of the people were already breaking up and more concerned with getting to class than checking us out further. That would only last so long, I knew, but I pretended I didn't know and that made it all better. Really. Ok maybe not.

No one messed with me, but I noticed a few guys patting and lightly squeezing on Jenna's ass. She tensed and her eyes widened. Her hand gripped even tighter and I wondered if I would lose circulation any time soon. But after a brief pause she continued walking along beside me again. Technically, they didn't even request this. But in the time that the Program has been around, it's a general rule of thumb, at least at Monroe, that a light and brief touch is hardly harmful, and so is automatically reasonable. I'm not sure if I agree or not, but what can you do?

So we walked into Psychology and a lot of students started gawking at the two naked people. Mr. Gouski nodded to us and motioned for both of us to come to the front desk.

"As I'm sure everyone's noticed, we have two Program entries with us today. If you haven't noticed, please get your eyes checked."

The class chuckled. Mr. Gouski was weird and a tad eccentric, a bald little part Latino, part Caucasian man who was curt and forward, but nice enough when you got to know him. Plus he was pretty damn funny. If you could stand bad jokes.

"Now then," he said, raising a hand to shush the gossiping teenagers. "Normally most teachers take the opportunity of having Program students in their class to help them with a demonstration or act as a teaching aid. But, believe it or not, this is my first time having Program students in my class. So..." he sighed and shook his head, and started speaking faster, which was Mr. Gouski's general way of speeding along any mention than he'd fucked something up. "I haven't come up with an activity that involves their situation yet, so for today at least there won't be any. So business as usual and tomorrow I'll put them up to something. Maybe."

Someone in the class booed and the class broke up again. Mr. Gouski rolled his eyes.

"Aw come on Mr. Gouski," I said in a false, pouty whine. "Now I don't feel special."

"Your special all right," one of the girls in the front row commented, and she actually didn't sound sarcastic. I glanced over at her. She was staring at my dick and raising her eyebrows suggestively. I turned a shade roughly equivalent to a freaking apple and the class laughed.

"Nah," I said, trying to disarm my embarrassment despite my total and sincere surprise that I was actually being complimented. "I'm only special on Saturdays."

"Can I come over on Saturday?" a girl in the back added. The class started laughing and hooting again and I thought I'd about pass out. Insults I can handle. Insults I can work with to form my own insults. But compliments? Me? Who knew?

"Settle," Mr. Gouski warned. He turned his attention to Jenna and I as we sat down at our desks.

"I'm required to ask if you'd like relief," he said. I glanced at Jenna. I highly doubted she'd ever do such a thing. Sure enough, she blushed a bright red and shook her head.

"And you Mr. Peterson?"

"I'm cool," I replied.

Mr. Gouski nodded and started up his lecture on the effects that a pregnant woman's mood and stress levels, along with the type of music she listens to can combine to make some interesting psychological developments in a fetus.

Jenna

Holy shit, the chair of the desk was freezing! I started to shiver and my nipples got hard from the chill. Having high beams on is bad enough, but high beams without clothes? I was so red with embarrassment. Mr. Gouski rambled on into his lecture, adding in a bit of dry sarcasm here and there. I couldn't decide if he did that in an attempt to keep students entertained or if he was just that crazy. But I liked Mr. Gouski either way.

I scribbled notes down in my binder every few minutes, but I didn't need them that much. I tend to take information in and keep it in my head. I used this to be a little lazy sometimes. But hey, why study if I already know the material?

I glanced over at Sam no matter how hard I tried not to. It was like my eyes were drawn to him, and I kept looking over his naked body. My gaze crept down to his dick every once in awhile. He wasn't hard, not all the way at least, but I still thought it looked really nice...

What had gotten into me? I never really contemplated boys that much before... hard to believe, I know, and let's be honest, most girls my age have had rather intimate experiences with boys, on top of having plenty intimate thoughts about them. But I very seldom had those thoughts. I wasn't a lesbian or anything like that, but I just never really got into my full sexuality for some reason.

Which isn't to say I didn't know or crave the pleasures of the flesh. I admit it. I've been masturbating since I was twelve. Regularly. But I just never manifested a full raging interest all the time. I just never got hooked on boys I guess.

Until now. I think I'm starting to get very interested now. And the fact I couldn't keep my eyes off of Sam only compacted that notion. Maybe it was just the fact that I've had a growing and growing sex drive for years now, and it's been boarded and nailed down for the whole time, and I've never even seen guys naked before, barely even without a shirt. And now I was sitting just four feet from one and all that pent up frustration and want and curiosity has just completely blown up. But either way, I was definitely curious and aware of things now.

Was I over being shy? Did I want to be touched and felt and experience all the things that the Program had to offer? No, I was definitely not over being shy. And the rest... I don't know... I don't think so... maybe. I just couldn't tell anymore. An hour ago had someone asked me that question, I would have made a face and told them to get lost. But now I wasn't so sure, and things seemed totally out of my control, and I felt lost and little and more than a bit curious.

I snapped back into reality as the bell rang. I put away my notes (which I had stopped taking over ten minutes ago) and grabbed my bookbag.

"Read pages 305 thru 314 and answer the journal entry questions at the end," Mr. Gouski instructed as the class chattered and stirred in the process of making their way out. "Be scientific with your answers, please, for the love of god!"

I stood and put my bookbag on and turned to leave the classroom.

"And tomorrow I'm going to think up some way for you two to help out in class!" Mr. Gouski exclaimed with a bad attempt at a stern face.

"Just don't try to get into my ID. Now there would be a problem," Sam said. He stopped and looked about with feigned paranoia. "I mean..." He laughed nervously, grinning widely at the end. I couldn't help but giggle. He was absurd, but he was charming, even if somewhat weird.

"Off with you two now, I can't be making evil plans with you two right in front of me," Mr. Gouski scolded. Sam and I took the hint and allowed ourselves to be shooed out of the classroom.

I wanted to go back into Mr. Gouski's classroom as soon as we stepped out the door. I had been relieved when no requests had been made this morning after exiting Principal Markinson's office. No such luck this time.

Guys were crowded all around, and even a girl looked on too. I don't know if she were curious, or a lesbian, or she simply wanted to make fun of me or what, but she was there, clearly looking at me.

"W-why don't you pose for us a bit?" One of the guys asked. I looked at him. He looked youngish, a freshmen by his age and his shy demeanor, at least that's what I guessed. I stood there blushing and unmoving and looking between the faces all around me and the floor.

"That is a reasonable request," one of the other guys remarked, and most of the faces nodded. I took a deep breath. What could I do? I had a right to deny unreasonable requests, but posing was hardly harmful to me or anyone else, and was innocent enough. There was no way I could say no. How was I going to pose? I'm not exactly an exotic dancer for Christ's sake, I didn't really have a clue what I was doing. But I decided I would try anyway. I figured I could just put my hands up behind my head and thrust my shoulders back and my breasts up. Most of their eyes were clearly glued to my bosom anyway.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

Oh God. I'd know that frantic bellow anywhere. And sure enough, Derik came running hysterically down the hall and dove through the ring of observers. He threw a huge towel(don't ask me where he got it from, Derik is strange) up in front of my body, shielding it from the eyes of the guys around me.

"Hey, you can't do that," one of them said. "It's against the Program rules to cover a participants body up intentionally."

"Shut up, I don't care!" Derik growled. I smiled despite the awkward and tense situation. Derik was a very sweet and nice guy, if a bit off. He was easy for me to get along with because, well, he was weird like me, and he seemed to pretty much adore me. He was always trying to protect me and take care of me and keep other 'mean' people away from me. He's also almost entirely delusional. He's about average height for a guy, skinny, and pale. Not like me pale. Like Albino pale. He was about the whitest white boy you could ever find, a fact that was only augmented by the fact he wore all black. Black jeans, black t-shirt, and when the faculty wasn't around to tell him to remove it, a foppish black hat. He wore glasses and was rail thin, which made him look really lanky and long even though he was only about 5'10". Derik... what else could I say about him? He was sweet, he was weird, he was paranoid, he was funny, he tended to blow situations out of proportion, and he was way overprotective.