Allison and Emanuel: Naked In School
Copyright© 2007 by Dinspiration
Wednesday Afternoon
Romantic Sex Story: Wednesday Afternoon - Allison and Emanuel's week in the Naked in School Program. A sweet story of growth through perseverance and the support loved ones. Any BDSM content is strictly consensual, and fairly tame. If you find any small grammatical/spelling errors: it is entirely possible I've already been alerted to them. If so, the change has been made to the master document, and will show up here as soon as I'm able to modify the individual documents.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual NonConsensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Extra Sensory Perception Sharing BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Slow
Wednesday Afternoon
“Are you sure you heard right?” A familiar voice asked as they stepped through the double doors.
“What do you mean?” another familiar voice asked back.
“I don’t hear any cooing coming from them”.
“Nobody ever said lovebirds coo all the time.”
“Ha ha you two. That’s one of your more original ones.”
“Glad you enjoyed it Emanuel” the first replied.
“Manny, do you know these two?”
“Yeah. Allison, these two jokers are Luigi and Mark. Guys, this is Allison.”
“Uhm ... hi. Are you teammates of Manny?”
“Yeah. I take it whatever was bothering you earlier was taken care of?”
“Meaning?”
“I think Mark’s referring to your entrapment earlier today, precious.”
“Oh. Yes, I’m feeling much better now.”
“Glad to hear it” they replied in unison.
“Anyway guys, we have only a half hour to eat before we can be interrupted. I’ll see you in practice Thursday.”
“Of course. Nice meeting you Allison.”
“Nice meeting you too Luigi”. The two walked away. “I take it their jokes aren’t funny?”
“No, they’re usually funny. Their material is usually more clichéd, that’s all. They’re good guys.”
“Did you bring the extra duffel bag?”
“Yeah. I’ll give it to you when we sit down okay?” Emanuel scanned the tables, spotting Tony and Emily sitting down at a nearby one.
“Sure”. Manny, why is Tony naked?
I’m not sure. Whatever the reason, it seems Emily is too. “Did you guys get drafted into the Program or something?”
“Nope. We’re just doing this to support you two.”
“Okay. How’s the leg feeling?”
“Not great. Thankfully, not bad enough to keep me from making our double date tonight. Feeling better Allison?”
“Yes, thank you. Where are the others?”
“Laura will be joining us shortly. It looks like the other guinea pigs are mingling with the clothed people.”
Laura stepped behind Tony. “Very astute of you Tony. That’s because Frauhold instituted a policy that Program participants are not allowed to sit alone.”
“But, you see Laura, we are not Program participants yet”.
“That doesn’t help much. We need some clothed people to not be in violation of the policy.”
Emanuel looked up, noticing Kara and George sit down next to them. “I don’t think that will be a problem. Laura, Tony and Emily meet my best friend Kara and Allison’s best friend George”.
“Allison, this is completely undignified. You shouldn’t be forced to be naked right now.”
“George, I know you mean well, but I kind of like this experience. Besides, I have my friends and boyfriend to help me get through the hard parts.”
“You mean he wasn’t lying to me earlier?”
“He wasn’t lying to you. Besides, without him I wouldn’t be able to speak to you right now.”
“Whatever.”
Does this storm-off mean he’s given up?
Unfortunately, no. He’ll regroup his thoughts and try again.
Is Kara laughing because she’s figured out what we already know?
Most likely.
“Uhm ... Allison ... I’d like to apologize to you for my recent behavior. I was jealous of your happiness with Emanuel. And, I’m sorry for anything I did when I was younger.”
Did you wrangle this apology out of her?
Actually, it was all her idea.
“Thank you. I accept your apology. The duffel you promised me sweetheart?”
“Oh, right. Here you go.”
“Turn around for a moment? I don’t want to ruin the surprise of the dress.”
“Of course.”
“Oh, wow. You’re in for a treat man”.
“Tony, no spoiling the surprise.”
“How could that ruin it? I expect what I said to enhance it.”
“I hope for your sake that you’re correct.”
“I recommend less talking and more eating. You two only have ten more minutes before we become fair game.”
“I’m almost done, and Emanuel shouldn’t need too much longer”.
“Precious, can I turn back around?”
“Of course. Laura, do be careful – ice is known to be slippery.”
“Of course. That’s why I wear ice skates though.” Emanuel relaxed as the two girls giggled.
“Maybe they were abducted by aliens and switched for the two sitting there.”
“You mean aliens really exist?”
“Amanda, stop putting such ridiculous things into my partner’s head. You know how trusting she is. Barbara, haven’t I told you before to take what Amanda says with a handful of salt?”
“Well, yeah, but it wasn’t my fault this time. This packet doesn’t contain that much salt.”
“Barbara, it’s just an expression. It means to not automatically believe everything she says.”
“But Lucas, where else can I get my fun from?”
“That’s not my problem Amanda, and you know it. Why don’t you just get a normal hobby like everyone else?”
“Lucas, isn’t there a rule against us all being this close together?”
“During the no-touch part of the lunch, sure. But, I figure it this way Emanuel – having us all nearby when they can make requests makes it easier for them to do so. At the same time, we get better crowd control.”
“Well, it looks like you’re right this time.” At least twenty people quickly surrounded them. Their eyes focus on Allison. “Let me guess ... you all want to touch the ‘zombie’ right?” Do you want any help dealing with this crowd precious?
Yes please.
“Maybe they do, but I have a request for the red head” the lone girl answered.
“Me? What could you want from me?”
“Three things: First, your name, second, to play with your breasts for a few minutes, third, to get coffee with you sometime this week.” Emanuel watched silently as Laura’s cheeks became the color of her hair.
“Laura, yes, and when did you have in mind?”
“Friday, after school?”
“Okay, but only if you tell me your name as well.”
“Shelly. Time to play.”
Allison
Shelly made her way through the crowd and sat down next to Laura. Now, what can I do to get these freaks away from me? Maybe ... No, that would only dissuade a few of them. Allowing whatever they want to do would be Just as bad. Perhaps... Suddenly, Allison felt a familiar tingle start to run through her body.
Wait a minute ... Manny isn’t touching me, yet something’s turning me on. Actually... “Manny, I need you to get me off NOW!”
“As you wish. Anything in particular?”
“Eat me” Emanuel knelt down behind her.
“Turn around so I can precious.”
“Oh right”. Allison quickly swung her legs out. “Are you okay sweetheart?”
“Yeah. You have one hell of a kick though.”
Is that bad?
You’ll learn how to control it. It looks like some of the freaks have left.
“Oh ... right there. Don’t stop.” Allison felt a wave of pure pleasure start to form as another familiar urge emerged. Manny, it feels like I’m going to squirt again.
Are you asking me permission?
Yes.
You don’t need to. Warning me is nice though so I can prepare for it.
“I’m ... I’m cumming Manny!” A clear liquid started to leak from Emanuel’s mouth as the wave peaked what felt like minutes later. Screams of freak and weirdo echoed through the crowd.
“Wow. Can you do that too Laura?”
“Uhm ... Yeah...” she answered nervously
“Cool. You’ll have to show me how later.”
“Sure.”
Manny, did I cum too much for you to swallow?
Don’t worry about it precious. My main concern is your happiness.
Wait, where did the crowd go?
The strength of your orgasm must have scared them off.
“Ms Kirse, what a surprise. I didn’t think you’d be one of us.”
“What do you mean by that Mrs. Frauhold?” Where did she come from?
Not sure, but I imagine she’s here to make sure the new rule is being followed.
“Why, a squirter dear. Not many women ever become comfortable enough to allow themselves to experience the sheer power of such an orgasm. Most women don’t have a partner as willing as yours either though.”
“Is it really so hard to find men who enjoy making their girlfriend feel good?”
“Yes, as strange as it may seem to you Mr. Lopez. Ms Kirse, don’t let this one go.”
“I don’t plan to.”
“Would you like to get on our way to art precious?”
“Ms Kirse, surely you wouldn’t deny yourself the chance for more pleasure by leaving early?”
“Actually Mrs. Frauhold, I would prefer to get to class a little early. I’d like to repay the favor to Manny.” Did I just say what I think I did?
Yes precious. I think we should leave before she comes up with any more objections. “We’ll see you guys at the restaurant later.”
“Restaurant?”
“Tony, would you mind enlightening Mrs. Frauhold?”
“Happily.”
Thank you sweetheart. I’d rather not get caught by the rush of gropers.
I understand. We should probably walk a little faster.
Why?
Large crowd behind us. Feels kind of threatening.
“We want the zombie! We want the zombie!” the crowd started to chant.
Great. I figured that’s what they’d want.
The demonstration in the cafeteria wasn’t enough to persuade them?
Morons. Want me to deal with this precious?
Please.
“Back off. The zombie thing wasn’t funny the first time, and still isn’t funny. Now go before I report you all for harassment.”
“Zombie! Zombie! Zombie! Zombie! Zombie!” the crowd continued.
“Thank you for trying sweetheart, but they won’t listen to you it seems. I should try. Okay, listen up you idiots. I will not go back into that state, nor will I pretend to be in that state just so you can get off. Either find some other girl who’s willing to and leave me alone, or give up on the idea and get help.”
“Zombie! Zombie! Zombie! Zombie!”
Precious, I think the only way to deal with these idiots is to bring them past Litski’s office and let him hear their screams. He might be able to do something about them. Just make it clear they’re bothering you as we pass it.
It looks like that’s our only option. How much further is his office anyway?
Forty or fifty feet maybe?
Good. I don’t think I can take much more of their chanting.
Not much further now.
“Enough of that you freaks! If I hear one more chant of that word, I’m going to rip off your arm and shove it down your throat so far it’ll come out of your ass!”
Whoa ... you weren’t kidding about not being able to take it, were you precious?
Yeah ... It’s driving me absolutely crazy. Please, hold me back if I try to make good on that promise.
“You ten – in my office NOW!”
“But, what about the zombie?” a voice in the crowd asked.
Resist the urge precious. Emanuel’s arms wrapped tightly around her.
“No buts. In here now before I bring you all up on charges off harassment. Allison, Emanuel – please be on your way.”
Manny, let me go so I can seriously hurt that one!
No. Resist it. Allison felt her body get turned around as Emanuel’s lips gently met hers. A moment later she felt a calm settle over her.
How did you know that would help?
I didn’t. I took a risk, and I’m glad my guess was right.
“When we get to art, I have a lot to repay you for. Thank you.”
“I hope you ten realize it’s only due to Mr. Lopez’s quick thinking that any of you are unhurt right now. I also hope that you realize how much trouble you could all be in for harassing a Program participant. In fact, as punishment for your actions, starting now you are all in the Program for one week – and this does not count as your required week. Strip down now – I will see it that your clothes will be in the appropriate place by the end of the day.”
Wow. I didn’t realize he could get that loud.
I know Ally. I think they got off easy though.
Maybe. Hopefully this gives them some perspective on how we feel. Did we get here this fast yesterday?
I don’t believe so. Then again, we had our minds on other concerns yesterday.
True.
Emanuel
“Ah, right when I expected you two. The back and couch are open to you if either of you needs relief.”
“Thank you Mrs. Rose. Where do you want me precious?”
“On the couch will do nicely. Sitting if you would, facing me.”
“You have an idea I take it?”
“Of course. Now just sit back and enjoy.”
“As you command, my precious”.
Good. You’re hard enough for me to go straight into it.
Are you sure about what I think you’re going to do?
Yes, I’m sure. Allison quickly stuck a few fingers inside her vaginal opening and moved them about for a few seconds. That should be enough. He watched in surprise as she grabbed his now hardened penis with that hand and rubbed a few times. Now a little for up top. She dipped the hand back in and put a large amount of juices in between her breasts.
Huh?
Just watch and enjoy. No thinking or questions.
As you command. She leaned her body forward, closing her breasts around his penis as they connected. Oh... He smiled as she started lifting and lowering her body while keeping her breasts together. What gave you this idea precious?
If you must know, I thought about what we did yesterday, and I realized that I’m big enough to pull this off. Besides, guys are supposed to like this. Are you?
Very much. Is this what sex is likely to feel like?
If popular culture has any truth in it, yes, only more warm and wet. We’ll know for sure when the time comes.
Are you getting anything out of this?
Actually, I am feeling turned on again. Is that strange?
Well, popular culture would say yes, but I think it’s fantastic.
Yeah, because to you it means it’ll happen more often.
I’ll admit that’s a bonus of the situation. You know in my mind your happiness comes first.
I know. That’s part of why I love you. And you know I’m happy to make you happy.
That’s part of why I love you too. I’m really close.
Cum on them like you did yesterday.
“Allison ... I’m ... cumming!” White ropes quickly covered Allison’s breasts as his orgasm finished.
“Well well ... you two certainly aren’t afraid to experiment. I see the Program is having the intended effect.”
“Yes Mrs. Rose, although it hasn’t exactly been smooth sailing.”
“Growth rarely is Allison. Am I right in guessing neither of you wish to clean up?”
“Yes. Should we just sit here until class starts?”
“Actually, I’d like you to get into your pose. Emanuel, fold your legs in front of you on the couch facing the door. Allison, sit facing him, also with your legs crossed...”
“And look into each others’ eyes?”
“Why, yes. How did you know?”
“It’s a very classic lovers pose.”
I didn’t figure you for that much of a romantic Manny.
This also happens to be a position in Tantric traditions.
As in Tantric sex?
As in Tantric philosophies in general. Tantric sex is just about extending those general ideas into the realm of love making.
Oh ... can we maybe ... try it at some point?
We’ll need to do a lot of prep work first, and it takes complete trust in each other to achieve. We can work on some of the prep if you’d like some time.
I’d like that. I’ve heard the orgasms in it are unbelievable.
Precious, you’re aware that the point of Tantric sex is not the orgasm, right?
“It’s not?”
“What’s not Allison?”
“Nothing”
“Ah, the secret messages lovers often send non-verbally. Don’t let me stop you two.”
If only she knew how right and wrong she is. Ally, Tantric sex is about sharing energies. Sessions of Tantric sex can go on for hours or days even if done properly, without either person climaxing once.
So, no pleasure?
Oh, there’s plenty of pleasure to be found in them. Its focus is on the feelings of the moment, and not the big ending.
So, it’s kind of like one big orgasm that builds and builds, and ends when you want it to?
To some degree. The climax isn’t the important part.
“Class, get out your materials and start drawing. You have twenty minutes.”
Then, if the climax isn’t the important part, what is?
The sharing of each others bodies.
Oh, so it’s one of those journey more important than ending things.
Exactly.
And how do you know so much about this?
Well, I was curious and did some research.
Typical male thoughts.
I may be different in a lot of aspects, but I am still a guy. I do have guy desires and curiosities.
I know. Tone is kind of hard to tell with this.
Oh, you were joking ... yeah, it is.
So, what else am I going to learn in Kempo?
Besides what I’ve already mentioned? Kicks and punches, grapples and locks, dance like combinations called embus, and some Japanese.
Oh, okay. Are embu hard to learn?
To learn the steps, no. To get the timing right yes. Yesterday two of my fellow students were performing theirs, and one of them fell a second behind the other. As a result, he wasn’t able to respond to a particularly hard kick and injured his knee in the process. You won’t need to worry about them for a while though.
Why?
You only need to perform an embu when trying for the next stripe or rank. It shows you have enough mastery over one set of techniques to learn the next.
Is it really that hard to get the timing down?
Yes and no. Part of that comes from trusting your partner. Then, establishing the rhythm is much easier.
Do you think I’ll ever get good enough to become your partner?
At some point, sure. For a while though, you’ll probably be working with Ken.
I take it he’s the uninjured of the two you spoke of earlier?
Yes. Paul was a second behind from the start, and that hurt him when they moved into the hard strikes.
Any thing else?
Two very important things actually. First, you’ll learn when to fight and when to avoid conflict altogether. Second, how to draw strength from within yourself while still being open to help from others.
Could you teach me whatever oath it is you say?
Of course. It starts with ‘In attaining this Art, we pledge to affirm the founders’
Meaning?
To recognize those who laid down the ideals we follow.
Oh, okay. Please continue.
‘To be honest with our teachers’
That makes sense.
‘To respect those ahead of us, to not disdain those behind us’
So, look up to those who know more, and not think lower of those who know less?
Exactly. ‘To give as well as receive help, to cooperate, and to give ourselves to contributing to the Way.’
I understand the first two parts of that, but not the third.
Basically to continue on the traditions.
Oh. Is there more?
Yes. ‘We resolve to settle with our pasts and practice with purely focused hearts as if we were newly born into this world.’
Understandable.
‘We pledge to train in this Art only to help people, never for personal reputation or profit.’
Hence the reason your Sensei doesn’t charge. Anything else?
That’s it for the oath.
What did I catch you saying then?
You probably tried to reach me during the creed or one of our meditations.
Please teach me them too.
We should probably wait for the next pose for the creed – it’s kind of lengthy.
How about the meditation then?
Okay. ‘I am my own refuge and source of strength. On whom may I rely if not myself? With a wisely disciplined self, I find a truly rare and precious fountain of strength. By doing evil, I contaminate myself. By not doing evil, I purify myself. Purity and impurity come from within, and others cannot purify my heart.’
That doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.
It’s a very eastern idea. The concept is based upon the idea of Dharma – the idea that our souls are like a crystal clear lake.
You mean like a mirror?
That’s another way of looking at it. Evil actions make the water or glass dirty and harder to see through.
Wait, see through? Doesn’t a mirror reflect images?
Not the soul’s mirror. It shows the true self, the inner being. Anyway, evil actions make it harder to see this image. Keeping away from them cleans up the mess, and allows the true self to be seen easily. This is the great source of strength that’s referred to.
That seems very different from the system I was raised in.
What sect is your grandmother?
Catholic.
That was going to be one of my guesses. Regardless of that, it’s helped me many times to keep from giving up during a hard situation.
Yeah, I can understand that. Still, it seems a long way from the idea of a vengeful God who imposed ideals that no one beside himself can follow.
The Catholic god has always seemed a bit odd to me. I mean, the idea that you have one life to get things right seems odd.
I more find it odd that the salvation granted can be rendered moot by leaving certain sins not confessed before dying. Shouldn’t saving someone from the effects of sin mean that protection is permanent?
I suppose.
“Pencils down. I’ll leave the final pose up to you two.”
“Do you have one precious?”
“Actually I do. All you need to do is stand up.”
“Okay.”
Emanuel quickly uncrossed his legs and stand up. You may get a laugh out of this one sweetheart. “We’re ready.”
“Start drawing then class.”
“But, they have the roles wrong again” a girl complained.
“No, this is right.”
Heh heh ... reverse of your typical proposal scene ... good thinking.
Yeah, I thought it would be a fun one. Do you think some day you might be the one kneeling in front of me?
Someday, yes.
Question – how did you figure out my grandmother is the religious one?
Well, you mentioned on our date Monday that neither your mom or dad is particularly religious, and you wouldn’t have chosen the words ‘system I was raised in’ if you came to the beliefs on your own. Someone had to have taught you, and your grandmother was the only other option that I knew of.
Okay, that makes sense actually. What did you mean by ‘I suppose’?
Do you want the short version or the long one?
The long. We have the time after all.
As you wish. I remember going to church when I was very young, maybe around seven or eight. But, then my grandfather passed away suddenly – and his death hit my mother hard. Apparently he hadn’t liked my mother’s choice in churches. Basically, he made it clear that as long as she was a Protestant, he’d never talk to her.
So it was either a go back to being Catholic or nothing at all?
Yeah. He was also convinced she damned herself by her choice. It didn’t help that my father was only mildly religious either. So, rather than seeking help, she stopped going. And, since my dad was never particularly willing to go, I never went back after that.
Did your grandfather know about your mom’s cancer?
I have to believe so. Why else would he have shunned her so badly when she became a Protestant? Anyway, I started questioning what I had been taught about then, and mom’s death and dad’s reactions ruined Judeo-Christian beliefs for me.
So you once believed?
I was taught ... I don’t know if you can call it true belief if it’s that easily shaken off. Isn’t true faith supposed to be unstoppable?
At least that’s what I’ve heard. I guess we’re just a pair of agnostics then?
Technically I could be considered a mix of Buddhist and Hindu beliefs. I would consider myself more agnostic though. I take it you’ve come to question what you’ve been taught as well?
Yeah. I don’t believe I told you, but Monday night was the first time I didn’t feel compelled to pray before going to bed.
Compelled? Any idea by what?
Fear. It always felt kind of wrong that fear was the only reason I’d pray at night, but then again, I hadn’t really felt at peace for a long time. It was the only way I could at least try to get to sleep, and even then it didn’t fully stop the feelings that prevented me from recuperative sleep.
And how did you feel Tuesday morning?
Better than I had in a long while. A little nervous about how the whole strip-show was going to go, but beside that pretty much on top of the world. Because I finally felt safe being myself.
Yeah, I know the feeling. As much as I put on a ‘completely whole’ image, I’ve only recently started feeling truly safe with letting some of my insecurities show.
“Pencils down. Would either of you like to see some of the class’s work?”
“Yes please.” Sweetheart, I’m curious to see how those girls from yesterday drew the second pose.
I’m more curious to see the one guy’s rendering of that. So?
They got most of it correct.
Most?
Yeah, they put their own heads where mine should be.
Funny, the guy did something like that too. Only, he imagined what he’d look like in your place and drew that instead.
Did the other guys swap out your head for theirs?
One did. The other turned the pose into something pornographic.
Does he want to pass this class?
Apparently not.
“You two can head to your next class.”
“Thank you Mrs. Rose. Ready precious?”
“Yes.”
Allison
Look precious – one of the idiots from earlier.
Wow, he’s certainly popular ... I can see why actually.
Well endowed?
That’s putting it lightly.
Wow ... I think we actually did him a favor.
Perhaps, but only if he doesn’t bring up the Z word anymore.
You never know precious, he may find someone who actually likes that kind of role-play.
Hmm ... I hope for his sake you’re right. Do you think we have time for you to tell me the full story you promised yesterday?
Unfortunately, no. We’re here.
“Again? How is it we’re here so fast again?”
“Good question.”
“Please, come in you two. Allison, you’ll be reading Katharina, and Emanuel will be Petruchio.”
“Which act Nancy?”
“Ah, yes ... thank you for reminding me Allison. Act two, scene one where Katharina and Petruchio first meet.”
“This looks like it’ll be fun.”
“I had hoped you and Emanuel would be good enough sports to read those parts. Oh, before I forget, would either of you like relief before the class gets here?”
“Have you spoken to Mrs. Rose?”
“Why do you ask Allison?”
“She likes to ask us the same thing”.
“If it means more class time for me to focus on, all the better. And, yes, I did speak with her yesterday – she gave me the idea.”
“It’s fine by us”. Manny, do you need any?
Actually, I’m still good from earlier. You?
Same here. I’d love for you to do what you did at lunch, but I don’t want the pillow to get wet and sticky.
Yeah ... that would make sitting on it rather uncomfortable. “We’re good at the moment.” I think I’ll be ready next period though.
Same here.
“As you wish. I am curious to see an actual woman squirt though.”
“Uhm ... how did you find out about that?”
“I did talk to Mrs. Rose yesterday. I was curious about that scream I heard as I was sitting here.”
“Oh ... maybe tomorrow then. I’m still satisfied from lunch though.”
“Today as well? You are the real deal then. I must make sure Ms. Jenkins knows about this.”
What! “Uhm ... no offense meant, but does Ms. Jenkins really need to know?”
“Allison, you can’t keep that a secret for long from any of your teachers. Especially if the Program Representative knows about it.”
So does this mean I’ll forever be known as ‘that girl that squirts’?
At least it’s a better title than ‘pencil guy’ or ‘pinky’.
Do you really think some poor guy is going to get one of those labels?
There’s bound to be someone at some point in the year. More likely, we’ll see two or three. Looks like the class is waiting outside the door again.
So they did do that intentionally.
“So she does know. You’ll never be able to get rid of that name now” Nancy remarked.
“I was afraid of that. How did you know Frauhold found out?”
“Your face gave it away. Look at it this way – it’s a better name than say pinky.”
“Pinky? You mean someone already has that name?” Alison responded.
“Yeah, someone from the team actually. I will not mention who though.”
“Thank you, Emanuel. You’ve just confirmed what I suspected all along” Nancy responded. Allison watched the smile that crossed her face.
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