Chapter 17: Tuesday Afternoon - Brownian Motion

"Brownian Motion"

Rebbecca

The Nakeds broke up outside the office. As we did, Margie handed out a list of 'to dos' for each of us based on our conversations. It also had her email and cell phone number. On the bottom half of the page were the commitments we'd each made or identified that needed to be made. Some had initials for the person holding the promise and the person doing the commitment—requesters and performers in her lingo. At the very bottom was a note to email her our contact information and she would distribute a full list to the team. How had she had the copies made that quickly?

"Team!" Coach Contadino called the meeting to order. "I want to thank each of you for your commitment."

With that, he hugged each of the Nakeds, whispering something in everyone's ear, which produced a look of pride on each person's face. I was last. The hug was one of thanks and appreciation, not like our normal.

"Becca, thank you. Your insights into psychology, your creative talents, and your love of your coach will make this a success."

"Coach Contadino, I am committed to this. You will lead us to victory!" We broke the formal hug and gave each other a quick smile, trading love.

"Team, huddle around." We quickly formed a loose circle. Luis stuck out his hand, palm up. Chris, Luke, and Paul immediately laid their hands down in a stack on top of Luis's. The rest of us caught on and added to the stack.

"Nakeds on three." Luis growled, his field voice I assumed. "One ... Two ... Three..." The stack dipped down then flew up, driven by Luis's strength.

"NAKEDS!" Resounded through the halls. We broke up and headed to our classes. All the Clotheds looking at us strangely. Not a surprise, there were no requests and only a little bit of anonymous fondling.

'To hell with it!' I thought as I failed to get my arm around Luis to snuggle to him as we walked. So, I grabbed Junior and 'held hands' with him. He was a real gentleman because he rose up to greet me. Luis, not to be left out, put his arm around my shoulder and fondled my boob.

"Not that I mind, teenage boy after all, but what's gotten into you?"

"Well, My Mountain, the best answer to that is me is finally me." I started slowly stroking Junior as we walked. "And, I'd like this to be in me, soon."

I swear, he stopped walking. That almost cost him Junior and me my book bag because I didn't stop right away. He leaned his head back and just roared with laughter.

As he tried to get his breath, he looked at me. He tried a couple of times to get the words out, but would start laughing all over again. Tears were starting to stream from his eyes. Finally, he calmed enough.

"I just had a vision of us going at it ... and ... Junior popping out of your mouth." He went back to laughing, hard. It took me a second to get it. Okay, I want to go on the official record that I do NOT snorkel-snort every time I laugh. Just when Luis gets to me this bad.

Damn that man. I'm really not used to laughing so hard, so free.

"Do I need to steal some towels?" He managed that with a perfectly straight face and a slight bow like a waiter.

As I was almost ready to double over and ask for the towels, Ms. Carlisle walked between us. She slipped her arms through ours and said, with a wicked little grin, "Ah, a happy student is a good student! Good students belong in class."

Her arm was very warm and she smelt really good.

Luis and I stole glances at each other and started laughing all over again as soon as we made eye contact. I have to be acting like this because of my newfound freedom of self. Just as I thought that, it hit me that Luis probably is as well. Yeah, he smiled and stuff before, but I don't think I've ever seen him melting with unrestrained laughter.

"Well, Ms Carlisle, you'd better separate us in class so we can continue to be good." He managed to say that with a perfectly straight face and a perfectly horizontal Junior. Okay, slightly angled upward!

Damn! I'm with a teacher. Okay, breathe. I should be...

Ms Carlisle doubled over as she cracked up. My stifled laughter turned into a snort-snorble-snort. Luis just bent in half and was laughing so hard he couldn't inhale. He actually slapped his knee and it sounded like a cannon blast in the empty school hallway.

Ms. Carlisle recovered the quickest, "Okay, kids. We need to get into the classroom now."

She was still looped arms with us. Tears starting to stream down her face from laughter. Face flushed. She felt nice and I don't mean just the physical contact.

Luis opened the classroom door and we went through as a unit. Me first. Damn, it's hard to suppress a good laugh. Even when you don't always understand why you are.

Luis and I tried to break away, but Ms. Carlisle held on and led us to the front of class. This is a senior class so Tim Carter and Shirley Keon were there. Directing the two of us, she waved Tim and Shirley up as well. Asking for four chairs, they were produced in a heartbeat.

She huddled with the four of us. "The Program is about exploration, pushing barriers. Do you agree?"

"Definitely," my mouth said as my brain tried to catch up. I caught general agreement from others as I turned my affirmative over in my head. Yes, I did agree with it.

"I'm going to do the standard and ask if any of you need relief. Then I'm going to ask you to participate in class. I'm going to ask. I want to make that clear. Let me add two things. First, I'm not going to time relief." She let that absorb. "And, if you tell me you'd like relief alone or in any combination in private, I'll send you off for supplies or whatever. On the other hand, if you want to explore and experiment in front of class, feel free." She put her hand out and we all stacked on. "On three, Nakeds. One ... Two ... Three..."

"NAKEDS!" There was again that feeling of unity. Commitment. More importantly, choice.

Oh! My! God! I'm so used to living within self. This was so strange! Yet so wonderful. Having the support of a team is ... awesome. Overwhelming, yet awesome.

I looked at My Mountain. Did we want to get supplies? Play together? Alone? Or did we feel okay experimenting? What did I want? Strangely, I was feeling open. I had discovered real, powerful orgasms and I wanted to find out more. Plus, it really is kinda fun watching a guy shoot. I guess I wanted to be happy. I know Luis made me happy. I wanted to make him happy. Yet, I wondered, could other people make me happy and feel good? I wanted to find out with Rosalee. Ms. Carlisle's—Joan's—arm had felt really good. Did I want to explore that? YES! In public? With Luis? But, what if it was with another guy?

"Do you want to experiment some?" He broke my spinning thoughts. Do you know how much I love this guy?! I nodded.

"Here or in private?"

"Right now, I'd like you to be around and here. Maybe another time apart, in private. Okay?"

"Go for it, sweets! Do you want me to participate, just watch, or do my own thing?"

"Um ... All of the above?" I felt my heart beating.

"Tell me your dream." Did I say love? YEP!

"We pick a person to give relief to both of us." There. I said it. Now, time to get really nervous. What's he going to say? Is he going to pick? Breathe! Breathe! Trust. Breathe. Love ... Whoa! Oh, yeah! Wait a minute. I proposed this. I asked the question. I didn't tell him, honestly, what I wanted. Was I trying to set him up?

I looked him in the eyes, only to realize I had been the whole time. He had a really kind and cute smile in his eyes.

"There's more?" was all he said. Could he read my mind? I hoped so.

"You're not upset with sharing me?" As I asked, I saw a bit of ... hurt?

"Share? I don't own you, do I?"

"NO!" I think I said that too fast and too loudly.

"You've met my mom, sampled her food. If I go and have Chinese some night, am I cheating on her?"

"Ah, no."

"Will I love her any less or she me?"

"No."

"And?"

"I want to share." His eyes practically glowed.

"Thank you for being honest. How?"

"We could pick someone. What if I wanted to pick a guy?"

"Remember, I chose the Lottery with guys in line. Don't rule it out."

"And, if..." His eyes cut me off. Decide, they said. He'd support me, no matter what. It was only my questions (and stories) getting in the way.

Ms. Carlisle asked us, privately, if we had decided.

"Yes," I answered while checking with Luis again.

"Supplies?" She asked, seeming to think that we wanted privacy.

"Nope. We want relief in class." Surprise crossed her face for only a second. Nodding her head, she then went and checked with Tim and Shirley. I looked over at the classroom clock and was amazed how little real time had passed since we walked in.

"Would any of you like relief?" Ms. Carlisle was back in teacher mode. Luis and I nodded, I gave his hand a loving squeeze. Tim and Shirley shook their heads.

"Okay, then. Tim, I need you to get this list of supplies for me." She handed him a list and then grabbed a stack of papers off her desk and handed them to Shirley. "Would you deliver these to the office, please?"

They both nodded and headed out to "run their errands." While all this was going on, Luis and I talked with our eyes.

"How would you two like relief? Each other?"

Luis nodded for me to answer. Decision time.

"We'd like to find one person willing to help both of us." There. I said it. Shy, hidden me. I didn't know whether to giggle or run and hide. Crying felt like an option. Then My Mountain gave me hand a gentle squeeze. Damn him. He goes and makes everything okay with one little squeeze.

"My I ask why?" We seemed to be surprising Ms. Carlisle a lot today.

"Sure." I looked up to My Mountain's eyes. His smile nearly melted my being. A slight nod of his head, and I continued. "We feel like this week is about discovery and exploring. While we've connected and it is something we hope lasts a long time, we still want to ... explore."

"I agree with Becca. I know we have something ... powerful is the best word I can come up with." He looked at me and gave me another core-melter of a smile. "This week we're discovering each other and with the Program, we have a chance to explore beyond ourselves."

Okay, I wanted to crawl all over My Mountain at that point.

"How do you want to pick?"

We scanned the room and noticed a lot of interest. The comments were hard to miss as well. Seems playing with the two of us was popular. We didn't need to talk, we knew. "The lottery."

Before Ms. Carlisle could say anything, a line was forming. Already eight girls and two guys had lined up for the drawing. Every time Ms. Carlisle thought she had the right number of marbles, she'd look up and find the line had gotten longer.

"Okay, that's it. No more volunteers!" A couple of last minute deciders groaned, but sat back down.

The line began to move forward. Who is it going to be?

Am I ready for all this? When is Becky going to crater and go back to her old self?

Luis

What's happening to me? Yesterday morning, my biggest concern was rebuilding my body and beating East. Okay, get some studying done too! Now, I'm sitting naked in front of class with my girlfriend. Damn, that sounds nice. Girlfriend. Plus, I'm getting ready to have someone get my girlfriend and me off. I don't know if it is going to be a girl or a guy. This is an interesting week to let the world know I'm probably bi. That should go over in the locker room like itching powder in a jock strap. This 'not fucking with my leadership of the team' is about as likely as the weight bench taking itself on a couple of flying laps around the stadium.

WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?

I looked at my sweetie and I knew. The right thing. For some reason, I also thought of my parents. They lived their life with love and compassion. At the same time, they didn't let the naysayers get them down. Their passion for life was boundless. Papa told me once, 'The best revenge is living better, and longer, than your enemy.'

It was up to me, then, to deal with my choices. I just needed to remember my parent's dignity and grace. Their passion didn't hurt either.

Plus, having a loving partner seemed to help. I looked at Becca again and smiled at her. Yep, gotta do something about these rubber legs. Our eyes were pulled apart when we heard an ear-piercing scream of joy.

Alice Murphy was bouncing up and down holding the black marble. When she bounced, it was a whole body kind of thing. Long, black hair going every-which-away, arms and legs moving in a fashion physicists would call Brownian Motion—completely random. While people say she has 'A Great Personality, ' she really does. While not a beauty, not really even cute, she was in no danger of scaring little kids. She has an energy that is infectious.

"Oh-my-God, Oh My God! Oh! My! God!" She charged towards Becca and me, pulling up short, and still jiggling everywhere. "Thanks, you guys. This is way Kewl!"

"Hopefully, our pleasure," Becca beat me to the punch. "Are you ready?"

"Ah, guys ... Ah ... Umm ... I don't really know what to do." She looked down at her shoes. In a softer voice, "I'm like ... completely inexperienced. I mean I want to..."

Both of us hugged her at the same time. Sweetie surprising me, yet making me proud, Becca took the lead. "No problems, we'll help you and make it fun for all of us. Okay?"

Alice looked up, beaming. She nodded her head so strongly, she started the whole body-jiggling thing again. It felt really neat holding her while she was doing it.