Chapter 1

Monday Morning

Angie

Another Monday morning here at good old Richwood High. It's getting close to summer break, and I'm hoping I'll escape the inevitable Naked in School Program until next year. My name is Angie McGuire, a sophomore, sixteen years old, and-I'm told-quite the looker with my auburn hair and prominent 38C bust. The problem is that I'm extremely shy around the boys, yet comfortable around the girls. I do not consider myself to be a lesbian, as I have no desire for a relationship with a girl.

Last Friday, while John Kirkman and Joanie Greene were in the Program, things got a little steamy when I was "volunteered" to undress John on his last day in the Program. I had been so engrossed in watching Toby Hinshaw undressing Joanie that I hadn't started undressing John until I heard Joanie tell Toby, "Why don't we let Angie catch up?" I finally unbuckled his jeans, and unzipped his fly, sliding his pants down. I then grasped the waistband of his briefs, and pulled it out over his penis. Oh my God, it was HUGE! I had never seen a male penis until now; John asked me if I would like to hold it, or more. I tentatively reached out with both hands, and wrapped them around it like a toddler would do with a sippy cup. "What do I do now?" I whispered. He told me, "Just move your hands up and down, a little harder, put a little more pressure on the underside, run your stroke up near the head." I asked if I could take it in my mouth, and he told me I was welcome to try. I got about four inches in, and started sucking.

He was dying to see what was hiding under my blouse, so he touched the top button with the fingers of both hands and said, "May I?" I breathlessly said, "Ohhhh, please do". He slowly unbuttoned my blouse, and removed it, handing it to Joanie. He reached behind me, and undid my bra clasp, releasing my two mounds with very erect nipples. He continued to slide the straps down my arms, until it was free of me. I started to cover myself up in embarrassment with my arms when he said, "Don't hide. Let the world see what beautiful breasts look like." I just dropped my arms, jutted my chest out, and went back to sucking his cock. He must have felt the blast coming soon, and told me, "Angie, I'm going to cum soon; you may want to pull off." I was determined to satisfy him and shook my head "no" and kept right on going, until he boiled his load in my mouth. I did my best to take every drop, but some dribbled down the corners of my mouth. I swallowed load after load, and then wiped the corners of my mouth with my fingers, and licked them clean. He leaned down, and sucked my nipples, and I just groaned.

I walked over to Toby, who was finished with Joanie, and looked at him. There was just something about this guy, whom I hardly knew; however, I gave him a kiss before taking my blouse and bra back from Joanie.

I had just walked into the building when this week's victims were being paged to Mr. Robinson's office. First, the two freshmen, and then I heard, "Angie McGuire and Toby Hinshaw, please report to Mr. Robinson's office." Oh, shit.

Toby

I was hoping to escape this madness for reasons I'll explain later. You see, the shyness act last week undressing Joanie was just that, an act. Instead of being your average sixteen-year-old dork, I'm actually twenty-four years old and can easily pass for a teen-ager. Oh, yeah, and I carry a badge and a gun. You see, I am a special agent for the DEA, and had been sent into Richwood High, undercover, to break up a drug ring...

I have a nice apartment in a better part of town, and drive a pretty nice Mercedes; as part of my cover, I moved back in with my dad, who happens to be a detective on the Richwood Police Department. Knowing the Mercedes would stick out like a sore thumb in the school parking lot, I pulled a Patrick Swayzee in the movie "Roadhouse" and pulled a beater from the impound lot, something more suitable for a teenager to be driving.

I reported, as ordered, to Mr. Robinson's office; Angie was already there. Mr. Robinson grinned as he told us we were the sophomore couple for the week in the Program. Now, I had seen Angie, topless, last Friday, and she had seen me bottomless; this was going to be interesting. I asked her if I could do the honors; she said "Please do". I undressed her slowly, knowing what was under her blouse; but, when I got to her panties and dropped them, she was a sight to behold. She presented me with a cleanly-shaven virgin pussy just begging to be licked. I gave it a swipe, and her knees nearly buckled.

She asked if she could undress me, and I agreed. I'm glad I had already stuck my shoulder holster and Glock automatic in my book bag; I'd have to switch out handguns for a smaller Smith & Wesson revolver. When she got me nude, she said, "Oh my God, you're fantastic". She gave my hard dick a little sucking, similar to the way she started with John last week.

"OK, OK, enough of that stuff! I'm sure you'll find time for that later", Mr. Robinson said. "You need to get to class." We were in all the same classes, the academic program. I'm smart enough to pull the act off, but the DEA had dummied up a transcript anyway from another school to make it look like I was a bookworm.

As we walked to first period, we made small talk; I found out that she had a perfect 4.0 grade average, had never had a boyfriend, and was a virgin. I told her that I wasn't quite a smart as she; I carried a 3.8 GPA, and, like her, had never had a girlfriend and was a virgin. The GPA was the truth, but I'd been to bed with several women over the years.

Angie

God, that was hot when he undressed me, but when he licked my pussy, it was Heaven. On our way to first period, I noticed his eyes were always moving, like he was trying to take everything in at once. Oh, well, he was a transfer student, and didn't know much about the school. We got to first period, Government, and Miss Lily asked if either of us needed relief; we both declined. Again, his eyes kept moving, and he had focused on something-a cute little Hispanic girl named Carmelita Hernandez. Damn! Here I am, naked, right next to him, and he's watching a fully-dressed girl across the room.

After first period, as we were walking to second period, something caught his attention. Two guys talking. Toby asked me their names, and I told him who they were.

Toby

When we walked into first period, I quickly scanned the room for any signs of illegal activity. The only thing I saw out of the ordinary was a girl having trouble getting comfortable in her seat. She was squirming, and couldn't put her back against the back rest. I found out her name was Carmelita Hernandez-a beautiful light-complexioned Hispanic with a 4.0 GPA. I made note of the names of the two guys whom I saw seemingly "talking"; however, it was actually a hand-to-hand drug transaction. We got stopped for the usual feeling-up and posing for photos; Angie looked like she was beginning to enjoy the attention from the opposite sex.