Chapter 2: Tuesday Morning, Before School

I woke up when I felt the bed move. Damn, he had made it into my bed without waking me. That hadn't happened in years. Usually I heard his alarm clock going off, less often I heard the door click as he came into my room. Fortunately I was already on my side, facing away from the door, and could easily fake not being awake. I kept my breathing low and slow, and watched the shadows on my eyelids as I waited for him to scoot against me.

This happened almost every morning and night. He would come in, slip into my bed, press his thing against my butt, and try to push it into me. I had learned long before that if I pretended to be asleep and moved my leg just a tiny bit I could fool him into sliding between my legs instead of inside me. A minute or two later, sometimes as long as four or five minutes later, his thing would spray out its gook. The drawback was the mess he left on my legs and bed, but that was a small price to pay to keep him out.

If he had thought I was awake he would have rolled me onto my back or front and poked it in the appropriate orifice. Hence, my feigned slumber.

Too bad I couldn't do that on the afternoons after school, now that school had started. All summer I had been my own body's master (mistress?), by the simple process of convincing daddy I had really, really, wanted to go to a summer camp. Ten weeks of solitude in bed. Heavenly! Now, though, school has just started and I no longer have that luxury. For the next week or so, until I have the after-school activities scoped out, he would be fucking me as soon as we came in the door. On the floor on my back, bent over the furniture, or on my hands and knees mooing like a cow or barking like a dog, whatever sick fantasy he wanted, I would provide.

With the right after-school activities, though, I could cut that to twice a week or less.

At least I didn't have to worry about him bringing home some of his football buddies and renting me to them for fifteen minutes at a time. This was a new school to us and this early on he didn't have any friends. Although some of them had been nice and seemed to believe I should have as much "fun" as they did. On the rare occasions when it had started to feel good, I had hated them for showing me what was wrong with my life.

Damn, what was taking him so long? It usually only took him less than five minutes to go from getting in my bed to leaving the room. Although what really puzzled me was why he thought fucking a girl without waking her was something to be proud of; to me it meant he was such a poor fuck that he couldn't wake the girl he was screwing. But I never told him that, I knew better. He might insist on me being "awake," which would mean getting poked three or four times a day instead of five or six times a week.

Abruptly there was a blaring BZZZZZ as an alarm clock sounded right beside me. "Jesus Christ!" I cried, sitting up and staring around. My alarm clock was a radio/music system that I had set to play nature sounds as an alarm. Had my brother fucked with my alarm?

The wallpaper wasn't mine, and the furniture wasn't either. And the bed... the bed was an old-fashioned canopy style with pink curtains, dark rich ebony posts, and white lace tiebacks. And in the bed with me was a girl! Who was currently staring at me like I was crazy? Maybe I was. Where the hell was I?

I jerked the sheet back up over my breasts and stared back at her.

"Cindy," she said, taking her hand off the snooze button on the alarm, "It's me, Jamie. Are you okay?"

Jamie? Jamie! All of a sudden it came rushing back to me. I collapsed back onto the bed and stared at the pink canopy overhead. I was at Jamie's place.

I was at Jamie's because my brother and I had been caught fucking after school yesterday. The Principal and Counselors had not been pleased. They had decided I was to stay somewhere other than with my brother at home, and Jamie had volunteered her place. I had tried to explain about my brother, that while I didn't like what he did I had to let him use me because he was my brother, but for some reason they had not been impressed with my arguments. In fact, the more I explained the more upset they became. They acted as if they didn't understand how families worked.

So, here I was at Jamie's house for who knows how long, where my brother could not slip into my bed, where he couldn't bend me over a handy piece of furniture when daddy wasn't home, where he couldn't rent me to his friends... I started crying.

After a moment I felt Jamie scoot close and put one arm across my ribs, below my breasts, the other around my back, and hug me. "It's all right," she whispered, "You're safe here."

I rolled to meet her and curled up. She cuddled me in her arms and just kept repeating, "It's okay. You're safe."

Just as I was calming down and starting to dry my tears, the alarm BZZZZZed a second time. I don't do loud alarms very well. This time I ended up on the floor with most of the sheets. "Jesus, that thing's loud," I told Jamie as she leaned over the side of the bed to look at me.

There was a knock on the bedroom door and a woman was standing in the doorway. "Hurry up you two. We leave for school in half an hour." That was her mother, Ms. Tietan. She was already dressed in a smart pantsuit, standard business gray pinstripe.

Jamie hopped out of bed as I disentangled myself from the sheets. Standing, I looked around and realized I had no clothes to wear today, except the ones I had worn yesterday. Sighing, I walked over to my bookbag, sat on the floor, and started hauling everything out. Meanwhile, Jamie had gone to her closet and was staring at her choices. Wait a minute. Clothes. School. The Program. Naked. Clothes. Eh, why bother? I had spent enough time at home naked with my brother and his friends enjoying my body, so school really didn't bother me. At least there I didn't have to put up with being fucked as well as fondled.

I stuffed everything back in my book bag and got up again. I didn't recognize the nightgown I was wearing, it must be one of Jamie's extras. I grabbed the bottom and pulled it off over my head. "Where do I put this?" I asked.

Jamie turned and pointed to a clothes hamper, "There."

"Thanks." I dropped it in. "Um Jamie? Can I borrow a hair brush?" Most mornings my hair looked positively horrid until I brushed it out. And until I got some stuff from home I had none of my toiletries.

"Sure," she said, "We have a guest box in the bathroom."

"Guest box?"

"Yeah, in the cabinet under the sink."

I stepped into her hallway.

"CINDY," yelped Jamie, "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"Why bother?"

"Huh?"

She had forgotten! What an airhead. "Jamie," I said gently, "The Program?"

"Oh. My. God." She sat on the floor. "The Program. Ohmygod."

"Why get dressed just to ride in a car to school? We just have to take it all off when we get there." She blushed as I said this. While we were certainly close enough to walk or ride the bus, her mom drove right past the school and thought it made more sense to drop us off.

I was a grateful that her mother would be driving us. The bus, being school property, meant we would have to ride it naked. And riding naked with a busload of teenage boys where the only adult was the driver would not be pleasant. Just thinking about it brought to mind my brother and his friends when they came over for his "special" afternoon parties starring me. Ugh, I shivered.

"Oh," she said

Reluctantly, she stood and followed me to the bathroom. Wow, was her mom prepared. Sure enough, under the sink was a small box with "Guest" written on it in marker. Inside were not only a hairbrush, but also toothpaste, toothbrushes, roll-on deodorant, combs, bobby pins, cotton swabs, and cotton balls. At the bottom I even saw a couple of tampons!

Her mother did a double take as we came into the dining room a few minutes later. "Girls," she said uncertainly. We giggled, a bit nervous, and Jamie told her, "It's The Program, mom. Why bother getting dressed when we have to undress as soon as we get to school?" Her mother slowly nodded, still a little disturbed, but understanding. I guess that while she had understood The Program's intent, the reality was more than she had anticipated.

Her mother was a middle management type and their place was actually just an apartment in a complex of about a twenty. It was a real nice apartment - three big bedrooms, living room, dining room, large kitchen, two bathrooms, and a deck - built and maintained by the company for its employees. And there were one hundred of these complexes on the company's property, some with as many as fifty apartments. The lower ranks, common workers and field hands, had smaller apartments without as many nice touches. The higher management types, like my dad, lived in condo complexes of half-a-dozen units. The vice presidents lived in actual houses. Rank Hath Its Privileges.

Tuesday Morning, At School

At the school it was pandemonium. On the gallery in front of the school were most of the Program Participants, in various stages of getting undressed. On the grounds in front of them were throngs of students watching and, in some cases, cheering. Scattered around the gallery and crowd were teachers keeping an eye on things.

Nobody spotted us as Ms. Tietan dropped us off. It was only when we started to make our way through the crowd that we were noticed. Immediately, several boys asked us to pose for them. After years of looking and poking by my brother and his friends, this was fairly innocuous stuff, although Jamie momentarily had a frightened look which she quickly hid behind an uncertain smile.

Jamie stood with her hands behind her head and her legs spread while several guys fondled her breasts, ass, and cunt. I bent over and reached around my legs to pull my cunt open, as requested. Two boys instantly started fondling my breasts. I just closed my eyes and thought about my classes as someone started running his finger from my asshole into my cunt. It hurt a bit as he forced his finger inside me, but that was tolerable. At least it wasn't his thing. Two others started feeling my ass.

From somewhere beside me I heard Jamie, "Hey, stop that, that hurt," followed by profuse apologies from a guy. A moment later I heard the passing bell ring. The guys reluctantly let go of me and Jamie said, "Come on, let's go."

As we were passing the principal's office he called to us, "Ladies, a moment please." We stopped. He addressed me; "I've decided that as of today you'll be sharing the same classes as Jamie. Just copy her schedule. The teachers have already been informed. That's all. Good day." He walked back into the office. We looked at each other and shrugged. I've never noticed before how that makes a girl's tits jiggle. Then again, I haven't exactly gone around staring at girls' breasts. It's kind of fun to watch.

Mr. Farnham stopped us as we came in the class and had us wait at the front until the class bell sounded. "Class, your attention please. Yesterday, Ms. Tietan allowed us to explore her body in detail, for which I'm sure you're all grateful." The class murmured their assent. "Well, today, not only do we have a new student in the Homeroom, Ms. Cindy Bradsky, but she is also a Program Participant." A number of students called "Hi Cindy." I smiled, slightly, back at them.

Mr. Farnham smiled thinly. "Today we'll take the opportunity to compare breast size and shape between the two. Ms. Tietan, as you can see is the smaller of the two girls, but you'll notice that her nipples and areola are larger."

I looked at Jamie, uncertain what I should do. She just gave me a crooked smile, leaned back against his desk, and thrust her chest forward to make her tits stand out better. I shrugged and did the same. She whispered, "This should be fun," to me, although her expression as the first boy walked up was something like that of bird watching a predator approach and being unable to flee. She wasn't nearly as brave as she was trying to pretend. And I saw her flinch as he stroked her nipples the first time.

The teacher continued down his attendance sheet. One by one the boys and girls came up and studied our tits. They spent about fifteen seconds each. And Jamie was right, after about the sixth person to gently run their fingers over my nipples and breasts, it did start to feel good. One girl, put her hand on my left tit and the other hand on Jamie's right tit. "Wow, this feels weird," she said softly. After that, they all did it.

I quickly noticed that when a boy was in front of me I was a little tense, but I relaxed when a girl was fondling us. I wondered what that might mean. Besides the obvious I mean; after my brother and his friends, guys worried me.

After everyone was finished, I saw that most of the boys were trying to hide erections and many of the girls were squirming in their chairs, almost as if they were uncomfortable. Mr. Farnham looked out at the class. "I think," he said, "I've discovered the perfect way to ensure perfect attendance and attention." Several students laughed. I didn't, but in a strange way he was right. Then the passing bell rang.

I slid off the desk to start for the door, but Jamie held me back with a touch. Then the most surprising thing happened; practically everyone came by us and said thanks. They actually appreciated us letting them touch us. I didn't know what to think, but managed to say, "You're welcome." No one had ever thanked me for letting them touch me, much less fuck. It was a whole new experience.

After the class emptied, Jamie told me, "If we wait a minute here we can make it through the halls with a lot less problems. She smirked, "We can escape students by saying we have to hurry to class." Sneaky.

She stayed close to the walls and walked rapidly as we made our way to her next class. We made only two stops as boys asked us to let them check us out. If it weren't for the fact that we were naked and really stood out in the crowd I don't think anyone would have noticed us. Jamie's good at not being noticed, I discovered. And that's difficult to do when you're naked.

Our first period class was Geography. Agua Azul High School uses a staggered class schedule. Monday and Friday have all six classes in the day, each fifty-five minutes in length. Tuesday has first and second period classes, Wednesday has periods three and four, and Thursday has periods five, and six. Each class on those three days is three hours long. I've never had a class that long and I'm not sure how I would handle them.

Jamie headed straight for two chairs at the back of the room. I figured Mr. Hammond, the teacher, would pretty much ignore us. After all, how could a naked student help him teach geography? Silly me. No sooner had we sat down than he called both of us up front to pass out papers describing this week's lesson guides and assignments in reading. I think Jamie blushed the entire time.

After that he handed me his pointer and had me point out features on maps for about half the class, then had Jamie do the rest. I'm not sure how many of the male students actually heard anything he said or saw anything but the naked girl at the front of the class, but not a single one of them failed to keep his eyes on the front of the room the entire time. And there were no muttered conversations at the back of the room. There was a lot of drooling, though.

Finally, the passing bell sounded and it was lunch period. The boys mobbed Jamie and me, but after a couple of minutes Mr. Hammond chased us all out. We avoided any further interruptions by simply telling all the boys we wanted to eat.

I don't know how she does it, but when she's moving guys just don't seem to see us. She walks close behind a bigger guy or girl, using their larger size to hide her from others. Usually, by the time the boys see her, it's too late to say anything about a request. It isn't perfect, but still an improvement. The moment we stopped moving, however, we would get a request. This was distinctly different from my experiences yesterday, when I could barely take three steps without some guy asking to fondle my breasts.

By accident we arrived at the cafeteria in a group of girls and were shielded from the boys, although the girl behind me did seem to bump her hand into my ass more times than could be attributed to accident. The fourth time it occurred I leaned back against her, trapping her hand between us. I pretended not to notice, and after a moment I felt her squeeze my cheek. When the line moved I hesitated a moment, then stepped forward. She followed and took the opportunity to start stroking me. I turned slightly to hide what she was doing from everyone else, and glanced at her from the corners of my eyes. She was staring out across the cafeteria, her face flushed. All too soon we were at the trays and I started loading mine with lunch.

I followed Jamie as we left the cashier. Yesterday, the girl Program Participants had been scattered at the edges of the cafeteria with their friends until Jamie hit the scene. Today, all The Program girls in the first lunch section were at the same table in the middle of the room with several of the Program guys. Jimmy, Jamie's friend, was also there with several other dressed students. I think they were all either friends or relatives of the naked students. Jamie headed straight for them. Jimmy appeared to have been waiting for us, or at least Jamie. As soon as he saw her he motioned her over and indicated an empty chair beside him.

Jamie had a sappy grin on her face as she headed for him. Yeah, she's got it bad. Last night she had talked about him, and again this morning. I had seen my girlfriends in other schools get the same look when they saw their current boyfriend, for whom they always had professed everlasting love, until another guy caught their fancy. I sighed and hoped Jamie, at least, wasn't going to be changing boyfriends every couple of weeks.

Jamie slowed and frowned as she saw there was only one chair available at the table. Jimmy is quick, I'll grant him that. He saw her reaction, saw me, and by the time we got there he had conned a guy from the table behind him into giving up his chair. In a matter of a few seconds he had convinced everyone at his side of the table to move their chairs down so that the last person's chair was moved around the corner of the table into the aisle.

"Ah," he cried as we reached the two empty chairs, "My naked true love arrives." Jamie blushed right down to her nipples. Oh, my, watching that did things to my tummy. I sat in the seat farthest from Jimmy but beside Jamie. Yesterday's byplay between the two had been very entertaining. Today's was as well. I don't know why, but Jimmy seemed to have fixed on Jamie like a bull terrier. He watched her like a hawk and did everything he could to keep her interest. And the funny thing is, he never once tried to touch her anywhere but her wrists or her arms. No sneaking feels under the table, no "accidental" brushes against her body, he just acted as if she were not in the Program, a Perfect Gentleman. I wondered if maybe he was as smitten with her as she was with him. That would explain the chivalrous attitude.

Jamie introduced me to him and told him I was staying at her house for a while. He studied me for a moment, smiling, but I could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he nodded. He looked back at Jamie, who was answering a question from across the table, and a bigger smile appeared on his face. I had disappeared from his personal radar. That was unusual, most guys tended to fixate on the girl with the biggest tits, which in the case of Jamie and myself was me; I didn't mind being ignored, it was nice not having a guy staring at my tits.

When the second section bell sounded, a teacher came over and told us we had to clear out for the next group. We couldn't stay in a big group like we did yesterday. I kind of figured they would do that to us.

There were six of us girl Program Participants, and five boys, with another eight students that moved outside. It was funny to watch the boys as they walked, they all had erections and they bobbed around most amusingly. When I pointed this out to Jamie, she blushed again. I really don't think she had noticed the boys yesterday.

Once we were outside, both male and female students mobbed us. Jamie started to look a little panicked, so I grabbed her hand. Fortunately, our being in a group made it easy to divide their interest, and our student friends did sorta keep order.

I almost felt sorry for the boys. The girls were constantly coming over to them and stroking them. This was a rare opportunity for a girl to play with a boy's thingie in a safe environment. The boy couldn't claim she was teasing him and had to do something in return. Some of the older and more experienced girls were just plain mean, though, going up to a boy and quickly stroking him up to the point of orgasm, then stopping. Or maybe they knew the boy and were getting a little revenge for something the boy had done or said to them previously.

We girls didn't exactly have it easy, either. With a ratio of almost forty boys for every girl in The Program it could have gotten ugly, but when you subtract the ones who were actually eating lunch - one-third - or too shy to approach us, and also the ones who had already had good looks and feels, the numbers were appreciably smaller. Especially when you consider that the lunch period had forty minutes of dead time, which was enough for every boy to get at least a full minute if they simply got organized.

The boys asked us to bend over, stand straight, and pose in other ways to let them get good looks and feels. One kid came over and he had dirty hands. Him I told right off, "Hey, you aren't touching anything until you wash up." He looked surprised, but left immediately. I saw a couple of others also take off, only to return a few minutes later. Other than that I really didn't pay much attention to the boys.

I did notice, and it bothered me, that Jimmy didn't approach Jamie. I think he thought he was being chivalrous. He should have been right there with her, he could have blocked off some of the guys and made it a bit easier for her. Just like a guy to make it more difficult for a girl while he said he was being considerate. Idiots, all of them are idiots. I wondered if maybe he was gay and paying such obvious close attention to Jamie was a dodge.

Again, I was surprised at the number of boys who actually said thank you when they finished. I also noticed that the girl from the line who had fondled me was standing at the edge of the crowd and watching nervously. Because we had come out as a group the boy Program Participants were right with us and I saw that she was pretending to watch them, but she spent an inordinate amount of time staring sideways at me.

When the third section bell rang and another group of students came out, I managed to catch her eye and motioned her to come over. After a brief back and forth pantomime of "who, me," "yes, you," "you must be mistaken," and "no I'm not," she finally walked over and stood to one side of the boy currently feeling my tits (he was starting to drool). "That's enough," I told him, and pushed him to the side. At the same time I reached over and pulled the girl to stand in front of me.

I smiled at her - god, was I scared - and said "hi, I'm Cindy."

She stared at me, eyes wide. I think if I had said, "boo," she would've jumped a foot in the air. "Um," I continued, "If you want to touch me, you can. I won't bite, I promise." I stared into her eyes, pretty blue eyes with long lashes, "After all, this is supposed to be a learning experience and you can always say you were curious," I added in a lower tone that no one else would hear. After a long moment, I slowly reached out, took her hand, and placed it on my right breast. When I let go, her hand stayed there. She stopped looking at me and looked at her hand. Slowly she raised her other hand to my other breast. We stood like that for about ten seconds, and then she started rubbing them. My nipples were already hard little bits pressing into her palms.

I relaxed in a way I couldn't when the boys were touching me. She began playing with my nipples, as I whispered just loud enough for her to hear, "Do it the way you want someone to touch you." After a couple of minutes I realized I was starting to feel good with what she was doing. And it was making my tummy do strange things, sort of a warm glow that was spreading lower. I saw that her face was getting flushed and her mouth was open. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her.

I tried to speak, but my throat was suddenly too dry. I cleared it, which made her look at me, and whispered, "lower." She blinked, and then slowly moved her left hand down between my legs. I guess maybe those boys playing with my breasts for almost twenty minutes primed the pump, as they say, because when her fingers reached my very wet cunt, well, I could feel my eyes cross and my knees went weak. Fortunately there was the cafeteria wall behind me to lean against or I would have fallen. I have this vague impression of her very wide eyes staring at me as she rubbed her fingers across a very sensitive button to which the boys had not paid much attention. It blew me away it came so fast. I clamped my thighs shut on her hand and bent forward, gasping and leaning against her. She was too startled to move.

It felt like my whole body had melted in a blast of heat centered on my crotch. I could barely stand up, and if the girl I was leaning on let go, I would just fall to the ground. Bit by bit the heat retreated, leaving a warm glow all over. Wow. I've rubbed myself, but never with results like this. I could get to like this.

I gradually became aware that we were in the center of a small half-circle of amazed students. Even the guy whose hands were on Jamie's tits was staring at us, as was Jamie. He abruptly looked at his hands and dropped one of them to Jamie's crotch. I don't think he knew exactly what he was doing, but, like me, after thirty minutes of being fondled, she was hot and ready. In addition, she had just seen me do it. He only rubbed her there a couple of times and then she gasped, yelled "AHHHHHHHH, UMMMMMM, AHHHHH," and practically wrapped herself around his arm.

I'm sure every student within earshot on the patio area in front of the cafeteria was staring our way. God was she noisy. I had learned to suppress my reactions at home, not that I needed to do that more than once every couple of months. But still, I noticed a lot of smiles, and heard some laughter, from our audience. Well, at least they found it entertaining. Better that they laugh than jeer, as had happened to me before. I saw one teacher poke her head out of the cafeteria to see if any of us needed help, and at least two others at the edges of the patio were checking things out as well.

Slowly I straightened up. I wasn't squeezing the girl's hand between my thighs anymore, but she didn't remove it. "Wow," I said, smiling at the girl who had just brought me off, "I've never had anyone do that to me before." She got this really scared look, pulled away from me, and literally ran off, pushing her way through the crowd around us.

What? What had I done wrong? I was supposed to be letting students do things like this; this was supposed to be a learning experience for everyone. She was acting like she already knew I was a slut. Stunned, I sat down and started to cry. It was so unfair. I was trying so hard to do what they wanted me to do and it wasn't working. I had hoped that being in high school would somehow make things better, but everything just seemed to be getting worse. I couldn't see my father, my brother, well, I guess I didn't miss my brother, but at least he held me sometimes and made me feel good. What was wrong with me? Boys scared me, and girls were scared of me - except maybe Jamie. But that wouldn't last long, I knew. And now I was crying and everyone was staring at me and I couldn't stop. Shit.

I slowly realized someone sitting beside me on my left, holding me. "It's all right, you're safe." It was Jimmy. What was he doing? He should be over there with Jamie, bringing her off instead of letting some strange kid she didn't even know the name of do it for him. God, life was fucked up. I wished that girl, or any girl, actually, was holding me instead of Jimmy. God, I was fucked up. But at least I knew Jimmy was somewhat safe. If he was as interested in Jamie as he made it look, then he wasn't about to do anything to me. Ditto, if he was gay. "Rub my nipples," I told him.

"What?"

I looked up at him through teary eyes, "Rub my nipples!"

He stared at me, shrugged, and moved his right hand from my shoulder to my breast and started massaging it, and then moved his left hand to my left tit and did the same thing. I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder. He was safe. He would do only what I told him. If I asked him to stick his finger in me, he would, but only if I asked. After a minute or so, I did that. But I didn't ask, I guided his hand do to my crotch and spread my legs. "Be very gentle," I whispered, "it's still very sensitive there. If the guys wanted to watch, that was fine with me, a guy I could trust was lightly fingering my cunt. Well, at least, most guys didn't care if I was a slut. They just wanted their turn at my cunt.