Part 2A

Monday, Afternoon

Sam

By the time I made my way to the showers I felt like my nads had been through the washer. Specifically the spin cycle. And then slung into the dryer with steel-toed boots and set on high. I was definitely going to have to figure out a way to convince the powers that be to let me have a jock or cup or something, with how much I was movin' around I was going to get skin-burn or something.

Believe it or not my gym class only has three girls in it. Two of the girls I only knew in passing acquaintance. The third, though, I was actually pretty good friends with. Not lifetime buddies or anything like that, but we got along well and hung out sometimes. Her name was Amelia, and she was probably the strongest, fastest, and most athletic girl in my class. She was a tomboy. She had a temper, she was aggressive, fiery, and probably scared a lot of guys to death. Me, I just thought she was funny.

"You sucked out there," she snickered as we walked into locker rooms. Rows of lockers were set about the room in rigid order, painted a dull blue that was starting to flake from the doors. Between the lockers were the customary featureless wooden benches for throwing stuff onto when changing and getting ready between classes. Amelia motioned for me to follow and took me to the back of the room where a door led into the showering area. I don't know what I expected. Pink stalls and frilly trim with glitter? Maybe. But what I got was... the exact same thing as the boys locker and showers (if a bit less used looking).

"The whole naked thing can make things a little more complicated," I replied in mock-offense.

"It can't be that bad you freaking baby. I expected better from you," she laughed.

I stepped into the stall next to hers and turned on the water. The showers were close together, with a simple bathroom-style barrier in place between them and no doors. Reminded me of when the school, in a stroke of utter brilliance, had the doors removed from the boys bathroom stalls. For no... apparent... reason.

"You try working out naked," I grumbled over the spray of the shower. "See how you feel after a half-hour of your tits flopping around unchecked, and you'll know about how my balls are feeling."

I heard a giggle from Amelia's shower. "At least you suck it up most of the time."

"Oh yeah," I chuckled, "Because I'm going to embarrass myself by excessively whining and add that to my already existing embarrassment at being naked."

"You whine already," Amelia teased.

"Oh it could be worse," I promised. "Much worse." I switch to a high falsetto voice and mock-whined, "I'm cold! My skin is chaffing me! My balls are moving around too much! The exposure is tanning my skin! I can feel dust settling in bad places!"

Amelia was laughed at me. I was laughing at myself too, so it was ok. She smacked the wall between us.

"If I ever get called for the Program I'm running away," she declared.

"It's not that bad," I assured her. "It's far from comfortable, but some people make too much of a deal out of it. It just takes getting used to."

"You're just happy because you get relief," Amelia accused.

I shut the water off and stepped out of the stall. The two other girls, who'd done their best to avoid me after class, were already in the locker area getting dressed. I figured I would give them a few minutes to finish dressing so they wouldn't be quite so uncomfortable.

"I haven't had any relief at all, actually," I said.

Amelia stepped out of the shower and stood before me.

Wow. I hadn't even looked at her when we stepped into the lockers after class, nor when she stepped into her shower stall. Come to think of it, I'd only really looked at her... well, never. We met last year, myself a sophomore, she a freshman, and we'd clicked as friends almost immediately. That we became fast friends combined with the fact that she was the biggest tomboy I've ever met and did about everything possible not to display sexuality, and her appearance had gone totally over my head.

But there was no denying her femininity now. She was one of the few girls I knew who was shorter than me. She was built, there was no denying that. Her arms were thicker than those of most girls, and not a bit of it looked to be anything but solid muscle. Her legs were lean and long and very firm looking, hard and sculpted and athletic. Her stomach was probably the most impressive part of her. It was flat and sculpted. She had a six pack, grooves and lines shaped between solid muscle. She didn't come off as a butch-body builder type woman, but instead as someone very athletic and strong, someone who honed her body into an impressive specimen of physical prowess. Which was exactly what she was.

Through her muscles, her body looked smooth and feminine, and she had curves to accentuate it. Generous breasts that would probably fit nicely in a C cup, with crinkled brown nipples, and a shapely and firm looking ass. Her face was pretty, pleasant to look at but not beautiful, but that was ok. She had her hair cut a bit short, and it hung just over her shoulders, framing her face with locks of blonde-brown the color of dark honey.

We stared at each other for a few moments. It was uncomfortable, for me and her both. We'd never seen each other this way. I had never viewed her in a sexual light, and I doubted she had either. We both grinned at last, nervous and awkward but still understanding, and looked away.

"I'm skipping lunch today to go to the nurse," she announced as we walked into the locker room. I arched a brow, but said nothing. If Amelia wanted me to know something, she would've spit it out.

"I guess I'll go find my partner and see how she's doing then," I said.

Amelia looked up at me as she pulled on her panties and gave me a teasing grin. "Finally found someone to bone huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Not likely. You know I'm not like that. And I didn't even know her before today. If I was hunting up a girlfriend, which I'm not, I think I'd want to get to know someone first."

"You're so boring," Amelia laughed. "You're never going to get any action unless you act like a pig. Seems to work for other guys."

"And you'd go for that?" I asked. She looked at me and we both started laughing.

"I'd kick him in the balls and probably knock out a few teeth. If he's still interested I may give him a chance based on persistence alone."

"I'll pass the word along," I smirked.

"To who?" Amelia laughed. "Andy? He's the only guy you ever hang out with, Sam. And we both know Andy would sooner run away from me than so much as touch me."

"That's because Andy is smart," I chuckled, then ducked as she threw one of her shoes at me

The bell rang and Amelia finished putting her shoes on (after retrieving the one she used as a projectile weapon). "I'll join you at lunch tomorrow. Try to keep your sanity intact till then."

I laughed and arched a brow dramatically. "I still have my sanity?"

Amelia laughed, then walked out into the halls and out of sight.

I cursed the world for not letting me get dressed when I stepped out into the halls behind her. It was freezing after the warm shower, and no amount of towel drying was helping things. I made my naked way to lunch where I would stand naked in line and eat naked and probably end up spilling something or another on my naked lap which would either be incredibly hot or incredibly cold, and harm my nakedness, because I was lucky like that (and naked). I was going to be sitting really close to the table today, that's for damn sure.

I figured sitting was better than walking around with a throbbing boner wagging in everyone's face and got my lunch together. Pizza, a small bowl of salad, and a little serving of wrinkly green peas. Complete crap today. And every day. Just like every Monroe High lunch. When were we going to get fancy upgrades like the schools in the next county over got? I wanted greasy fast food for lunch like prep schools get dammit!

I found Jenna sitting at a table near the back of the room and stepped through the crowd toward them. She was sitting with that Derik guy, who was apparently still pissed. I could hear him ranting about the evils of the Program as I approached. Being still naked and uncomfortably cold, I couldn't entirely disagree with him.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, glancing between Jenna and Derik. "I'm on a heroic quest to make clothed people a minority at this table."

Jenna laughed motioned for me to sit. I did so across from the two of them. Derik looked like he was trying to decide if he had been insulted or not. I picked up my pizza and stared at it for a moment. I caught their eyes and they nodded their silent agreement. I made a pained face and dunked the pizza so heavily in the Ranch dressing that came with my salad that it would drown out the taste of the pizza. Oh God, please drown the taste out, if you have any mercy at all!

"How was Home Ec.?" I asked.

"Good," Jenna giggled. "Ms. Bremins asked if I wanted relief. I think the whole class wanted to give her a bullet in the head."

"No boys eh?" I asked.

"No straight boys," she corrected. I chuckled at that.

Coincidentally enough, at that moment Mikey arrived at our table and plopped down. He looked depressed, and rightfully so. Now three naked people sat at our little table.

"They hauled you in too huh?" I asked.

"Kicking and screaming the whole way," he winked.

"Jenna, Derik, this is Mikey, classmate of mine and fellow nudist for a day. Er, week. Mikey, this is my partner Jenna and her friend Derik."

"My lackey you mean," Jenna smirk. Derik nodded.

"Lackey then," I corrected, then turned my attention to Mikey. "What's the Program like for a gay guy?"

"Not so bad. Most of the girls know I'm gay. And most of the guys don't. I've been uh... accidentally... bumping into guys all day."

I laughed and flicked one of my peas at him. "You evil bastard! Robby'd probably love to find this out."

"My boyfriend," Mikey said to Jenna's curious look before turning back to me. "And it was Robby's idea! "

"You two are man-whores!" I grinned.

"Until we get paid, we are man-sluts, thank you," Mikey chuckled.

"I would offer to be your pimp, but my moral stance is against the evils of prostitution."

"You don't have morals," Mikey pointed out.

"I do too. They're just weak," I said.

"I could help you scout out cute guys to harass whilst naked," Jenna offered.

"Nah," Mikey replied, "I've had my fill for the day. Besides, I'm supposed to be the naked one. People are supposed to molest me, not the other way around," Mikey snickered.

"You really want to be molested?" I asked.

'There's nothing wrong with molesting boys," Jenna giggled. I vaguely wondered if she even thought about what she was saying.

"As much fun as it would be to get molested by all the hotties, I do technically have a boyfriend," Mikey pointed out.

"A boyfriend who told you to run your naked ass into other guys in the first place," I commented.

"That's because Robby's a voyeur."

"Or maybe he just wants to pass you off on another guy," I teased.

"Nah, I'm the best looking man's man in school, he can't do better than me," Mikey laughed.

"Hey, I'm a good looking manly man," Derik quipped. I nearly jumped. He'd been quiet for about the last ten minutes. I'd totally forgotten he was even there. And I thought I was good at dropping from people's radar.

"A man's man Derik," Jenna laughed, "Not a manly man. Though I guess you could be a man's manly man. Maybe Mikey can set you up with one of his friends!"

Derik nearly choked on the last bit of his pizza. We had a good laugh at that.

Mikey glanced up toward the front of the cafateria and nodded, standing up and grabbing his tray. "Gotta go. My better half calls."

"Smack his ass for me," I joked.

"I'll tell him you said that," he grinned, then walked away.

"He's nice. I never knew he was gay," Jenna said after a moment.

"Didn't have a lot of homosexual students at your Catholic school huh?"

She laughed at that and her face spread into a grin. Suddenly I wasn't focused so much on how crappy my pizza was anymore.

"Are you kidding? Half the school was gay. The other half were sluts or, uh, man-whores as you put it, and a lot of them were druggies and who knows what," she explained. "Catholic school firmly represses kids from everything. And that just makes them want to act out and be rebellious even more. So they do, and they hide it under a layer of falsehoods to keep the teachers and parents from suspecting anything. If they bother to even do that, that is. On top of that most of their parents are too rich or self-absorbed to care."

She leaned in conspiratorially. "I'd be surprised if there was a single actual virgin in my schools' 'Willing To Wait Club'."

I chuckled. It made sense, really. "But not you?" I asked.

"I'm a good girl," Jenna replied matter of factly. "And I wasn't in the club."

A few minutes later one of my only friends, Andrew, sat down beside me and gave me a sidelong glance.

"How's it hangin'?" he asked.

I looked at him for about two seconds before I started laughing so hard my side hurt, and a glance across the table showed me I wasn't the only one. "It's hangin'. For one of the few times today, it's actually hangin'."

He shook his head and smirked, running a hand through his black hair. Ok, his hair was actually so short he didn't so much run his hand through his hair as he rubbed at his skull. He had shaved his head bald half a month ago, which had been a bit of a shocker. When I asked him why he'd given the excuse that he was too lazy to take care of it. I couldn't seem to decide if that was true or not. He was a good guy, average in build and height. He was on the basketball team, but he played more for the simple fun and enjoyment of it than any serious athletic aspirations or passion for sports. He had really dark blue eyes and a neat trimmed goatee on his chin that I'd been tugging at since he started growing it to piss him off. He had wanted to grow a fuller beard, but Monroe only let us get away with facial hair if it was trim and tidy. I myself was lucky that my facial hair was so light colored and thin, or my stubble would've gotten me in some trouble.