Chapter 1

Monday

Brian Crothers:

I can't begin to describe the way I felt when I heard my name being called over the school's intercom system that fateful Monday morning in early September. There was fear and apprehension, that would be a given for just about anyone facing a situation such as mine. There was anxiety and dread, yep those were present too, along with profound feeling of hurt and betrayal, but the most prevalent emotion I experienced that morning above anything else was anger. My father and I had discussed the naked in school program extensively, and I made it abundantly clear to him that I had absolutely no desire what so ever to participate in it, and yet here I was being summoned to the principal's office for that very purpose. What makes the whole situation even worse is that I know for a fact he had advanced knowledge that they were going to do this to me today, and yet he didn't even have the guts to tell me to my face that he had decided to enroll me in the program, and instead chose to have them spring it on me totally by surprise. As I entered the principal's office, I noticed that there were three other students, along with Principal Morris and Miss Adams our school counselor awaiting my arrival. The one aspect that distinguished me from the rest of the group is that they were all smiling, I was not.

"Hello Mr. Crothers, I'm glad that you could join us this morning," Principal Morris said cheerfully.

"That makes one of us," I replied snidely.

"I take it that you are not particularly happy to be here then," The school counselor questioned?

"That fact should be evident by the lack of my signature on your consent forms" I replied.

"I don't suppose that you would care to sign them now then," She asked?

"No Ma'am, that is not going to happen," I stated firmly.

"Your consent has no bearing on the fact that you are required to participate in the program," Principal Morris told me.

"So why do you care if I sign it," I asked?

"We find that willing participants seem to get more out of the program," Counselor Adams answered.

"Then you should have picked one of them instead, and left me alone," I responded.

"Do I really have to be partnered this dweeb," Tiffany Stallman complained?

"It's not nice to call people names Tiffany," Miss. Adams said.

"Actually Ma'am, I agree with Miss. Stallman. Poor Tiffany shouldn't be stuck with someone like me. Why don't you make us both happy Mrs. Morris, and release me from the program, then the three of you can pick a more suitable victim to be her partner this week," I suggested?

"I'm sorry Bryan, but I can't do that," Mrs. Morris declared.

"That's not quite true now is it ma'am," I asked?

"What do you mean," The principal wanted to know?

"According to the program handbook, a principal has the right to excuse any student from the program," I reminded her.

"How would you know that, Mr. Crothers? The handbook is only available to school administrators," She stated confidently.

"Actually that is not quite true either. Thought it is only free to school administrators, the book can be purchased by anyone willing to pay for it," I corrected her.

"But it retails for over five hundred dollars," She replied.

"I am well aware of that ma'am. When I learned that the program was definitely coming to our school I wanted to be completely informed as to how it would affect me. After learning that parents had the right to opt their children out of it, I had hoped that my dad would agree to do so, but it's obvious that he chose instead to betray my wishes by condemning me to the program against my will," I said.

"I am sure that your father only had your best intentions at heart," Miss. Adams stated.

"Is that what he said when you talked with him Sunday afternoon," I wanted to know?

"He told you that we spoke," She asked?

"No ma'am, he was too cowardly to do that. The handbook states that it is now a requirement for the school administration to warn the parents of a student selected for the program prior to putting them in it. Dad was acting a bit strange after receiving a phone call Sunday morning. I can only assume it was from you," I told her.

"Just how much of that handbook have you already read," The principal wanted to know?

"The whole thing, all 217 pages of it," I answered.

"I see," She replied nervously.

"Mrs. Morris, now that we have established that you do have the authority to replace me as Tiffany's partner, my question is, are you willing to do so," I asked?

"No Mr. Crothers, I'm not," She answered.

"Very well then," I sighed as I transferred the contents from my pockets into my book bag, and then removed my clothing. I placed everything I was wearing into the bin that was handed to me upon arriving at her office.

"Tiffany, I know that you have a lot of friends here, so I seriously doubt that you will need my support this week, and I certainly won't be asking for yours. Now if there is nothing further, may I be excused to go back to class," I asked?

"Mr. Crothers, before you leave I am curious as to why you are so against the program," Miss. Adams asked?

"Miss. Adams, I am not against the program as a whole, just the forced aspect of it. If a person volunteers for the program I see no problem with it. I just do not believe that anyone should have the right to touch someone else sexually against their will. I see very little difference between unwanted reasonable request and forced sexual assault," I stated.

"This is NOT sexual assault young man, it is a fully regulated state run program designed to bring enlightenment to those students who through no fault of their own have grown up repressed by a society who would prefer to ignore human sexuality and desire," She said angrily.

"So what you are saying ma'am, is that a person is automatically deemed repressed if they choose to restrict their sexual activity to that of a single partner, or a small group of people, instead of just allowing any random stranger access to their body," I asked?

"We really don't have the time to argue with you Mr. Crothers," Principal Morris said.

"Then kindly stop asking questions for which you obviously don't want to hear my answers to, and let me go back to class," I requested.

"Very well," She sighed. "Just remember that the handbook also states that principals have the power to extend a student's time within the program should they feel that a participant is not cooperating properly," Principal Morris smugly stated.

"Thankfully that rule that does not apply to me," I replied.

"Just what makes you think that," She wanted to know?

"Although I suspect that you already know the answer to that question given the uncanny timing of my involvement in the program this week, the fact is that I turn 17 this coming Sunday. That means if for any reason you should try to extend my time within the program, I can simply sign the drop out papers, and go take the GED exam. Judging from my previous IQ and placement test scores, I don't foresee any problems in passing it," I told her before exiting the office.

Tiffany Stallman:

Well they finally got around to putting me in the program, and wouldn't you know it, my partner is a total dweeb. That fact alone would be bad enough, but on top of everything else he obviously has no desire to be a participant. I haven't really known Bryan all that long, but the one thing that stands out about him is that he doesn't seem to have any friends, nor does he act like he wants any for that matter. I wouldn't exactly say his behavior is rude, well at least not until today anyway, but he does seem to give off a vibe that lets others know he just doesn't want them around.

I guess you could classify me as more of a free spirit. I'm not ashamed to admit that I like people and enjoy sex. I'm guess I'm the exact opposite of Bryan, which is probably why they chose to make me his partner. The poor guy probably has never even been with a girl before. Brian was right about the fact that I do have a lot of friends, and other then having a partner who intends to ignore me, I don't foresee myself having any major problems this week.

Brian is another matter entirely. With his lack of friends, and obvious animosity towards his father for putting him into the program, I just don't see how he will be able to get through this. Maybe he was correct in suggesting that Principal Morris pick someone else to be my partner. I know if I would have pushed harder she would have caved in and done so. The problem is that I don't want her to feel like she has to bow down to my wishes just to keep me quiet. I have tried many times to reassure her that I would not tell anyone her secret, yet no matter how much I say it, the woman still has her doubts. I guess I would too in her position, but I am really not the type of person that would resort to blackmail to get what I wanted. My parents have always taught me to respect other people's privacy. Unlike Brian's father, they would have never put me into the program without my consent. I guess in a way I kind of felt sorry for him, but hey, we all have our problems. I just needed to reside myself to enjoy my week in the program, regardless of the fact that I had an emotionally absentee partner.

Brian Crothers:

My first class was finance with Mr. Bower. He was a grumpy old sort, who clung to his old world conservative views and despised the liberal trend that today's modern civilization was aspiring to. I remember him telling us once that he had more than enough time to retire but decided instead to continue teaching because somebody had to stick around to try and instill values back into our a- moralistic society. Obviously he was not the most popular teacher ever to grace the halls of Dresden, but the one thing I could say about him was the guy knew his stuff. He could have easily been a financial analyst for Wall Street, and made a boat load of money doing so, but instead of capitalizing on his abilities, he chose to share his knowledge with others. I for one respected him for that, and did not try to get his goat, or challenge him at every turn the way that some of the other students liked to do.

Suffice it to say that Mr. Bower was not particularly fond of the program, and would only grudgingly allow a student relief if they absolutely insisted upon it. That was fine by me because I had no intention of requesting it anyway. All I wanted to do was concentrate on the lesson, and try to forget the fact that I was the only student in class without any clothes on. This week we were studying money trails, and were given the assignment to pick a company and try to trace its roots back to the owner, or majority stockholder. Of course the major brands like Microsoft, Apple and Wal-Mart as well as companies that were named after their founder were all excluded for being too easy to lookup. I thought this sounded like something fun, that could be just the distraction I needed to try and forget about my week of misery. In retrospect I probably should have known better, but I just wasn't thinking clearly at that time.

English was the first class I shared with Tiffany. Since I arrived early I got to witness her entrance, followed closely by a parade of her admirers, all wanting to get in their last minute reasonable request. I could definitely understand their motivation. God she was beautiful. Some people need clothing to look pretty, she does not. From the first day that I transferred to Dresden High, she had become a secret fantasy of mine, one that I would dream about on occasion, but would never allow myself to ever experience in real life. My problem now was that since we were both going to be naked all this week; I no longer had the luxury of hiding my body's reaction to her.

Our English teacher, Mrs. Smith, was a devoted supporter of the program. It was not uncommon of her to assign some unique and downright awkward tasks to students during their week of hell. I remember one time she had the class write an entire play which she then made the program participants act out. Even though there were boundaries that couldn't be crossed, and she had to personally approve of each act, it still turned out to be ultra-embarrassing for the students involved. The only bright spot was that Mrs. Smith always gave her students an entire day to get acclimated to their situation, before forcing them to do anything special. If I were being completely honest I would have to admit that, although it was uncomfortable at times, being naked really didn't bother me all that much, nor did being fondled. I have been to nude beaches before, and I've been with more women then I care to count. My problem is that they have all been women, and I knew upfront that a relationship with them beyond casual sex was unobtainable. That was just fine with me. I wasn't looking for a girlfriend, nor did I want to be anything more than just an acquaintance to my peers. Believe me I have my reasons. I was hoping to stay recluse long enough to make it through high school without drawing too much attention to myself. Dad and this damn program have certainly blown that idea out of the water, and I was certainly going to let him know how I felt about it.

Lunch followed my English class, and as instructed all program students were required to sit together. This was another aspect of the program I didn't like. Lunch was supposed to be our time, so why was I being forced to eat with people I didn't want to associate with. About the only good thing I could say regarding our lunch period was that for the first half of it we weren't required to honor any request, and could actually eat in peace. The remaining 15 minutes was fair game, and we would have to do as the students asked, within the boundaries of the program.

My next class was PE, and by this point I was getting groped in the hallway pretty regularly. Most of the girls were tolerable at best, some better than others, but the first time a boy approached me with a so called reasonable request I actually growled at him. Now I have nothing against homosexuality in general, but I'll be damned if I was going to let some guy touch me, regardless of what my father or the fucking administration had to say about it.

Tiffany Stallman:

While Brian went to his finance class I was stuck in home economics. Since we were actually cooking today, Mrs. Lewis said that I was required to wear an apron for safety reasons. It covered everything but my ass. Because the entire classroom was made up of girls I decided to decline relief. Now don't get me wrong, I've fooled around with girls in the past, but doing something like that in private is far different from being up in the front of a classroom, especially when I haven't even received relief from a guy yet. All it takes is one bad rumor questioning my sexual preference, and all of a sudden I don't get asked out on Saturday night. Maybe I'll be brave enough to try it later in the week.

When I finally made it to my next class, which was English, Brian was already there, and from the looks of things he had refused relief, which wasn't any real surprise. Even though I had been sufficiently groped on my way here, I declined it as well, and just decided to use this time to continue getting myself used to being naked, while everyone else was still wearing their clothes. Mrs. Smith, our English teacher, had told us a while back that she liked to give program students a day to get comfortable with their situation before making us the class guinea pigs. Unfortunately other instructors weren't always so kind.

When class was over I hurried to the lunch room, knowing that I really only had 15 minutes to scarf down my food, before I would have to perform reasonable request again. I was required to sit with Brian, as well as Connie Sullivan, and Terrance Cain, who were also in the program this week. I didn't really know any of them all that well, but I enjoy meeting new people, and can usually find something in common with just about anyone. Connie and Terrance seemed eager to discuss today's events, but Brian was another matter entirely. He wouldn't volunteer anything, and although he never fully ignored us, he only gave one or two word answers when asked a question. It was easy to see that the guy just didn't want to be bothered, so we pretty much left him alone, and talked amongst ourselves until our requestors started showing up.

PE was my next class, and this one I shared with Brian as well. I was really looking forward to using the men's locker room, but wondered how he would fair having to shower with the girl's. I don't know why I couldn't stop thinking about this guy. I mean besides the fact that he clearly didn't want anything to do with me, or anyone else for that matter, he was a total geek. Granted he kept his body in good shape, but he was still a geek none the less. His penis admittedly was quite large, but I've had bigger, though not very often. He had thick glasses covering his eyes, but his hair was professionally styled, and he didn't demonstrate that awkwardness that most nerds aspire to. I guess what really kept gnawing at me was what he had said about being forced to comply with the program. I am a very outgoing person, but what if I wasn't? Could I possibly imagine going through the program against my will like Brian was? I've seen others do it. I even heard one girl actually bit a security guard that was trying to hold her down so she could be stripped. The guy supposedly ended up having to get a tetanus shot and three stitches, while the girl was hospitalized for hysteria. After pondering all of this I finally decided that I was not in the program by force, and the sooner I stopped focusing on Brian and his problems, the quicker I would start reaping the benefits that the program could offer me.

Female program participants in other schools had protested so strenuously in favor of sport bras being considered safety gear, that the state finally gave in and commissioned a company to make see through sporting equipment for both sexes that not only offered the same level of protection as the average safety gear, but left little to the imagination in terms of visibility. I was certainly glad of this, because today the coach had us practicing gymnastics, and the one thing I didn't need was my boobs bouncing up and down while doing tumbling routines.

Since we only had one practice mat each girl would take their turn, and then move to the back of the line and wait to be called upon again. This gave me ample opportunity to watch the boys play basketball over on their side of the gymnasium. My eyes gazed upon Jake Riverton, as he went for an easy layup against the other team. That boy was gorgeous in every way. I knew he had a girlfriend named Shelly, and I was definitely not into breaking up relationships, but everyone was aware of the fact that Shelly fooled around with guys in the program, and I was hoping that he would do the same with me. My moment of revelry was broken when I heard two guys shouting at each other over a foul call and realized one of them was none other than my ex-boyfriend Derek Thompson.

Derek was the football team's star quarterback, and a complete ass. That guy's ego was so large that it made the Good Year blimp seem miniscule by comparison. We dated each other for less than a month. During that time the sex was lousy, his attitude sucked, and when he wanted to start sharing me with his loser friends I immediately ended the relationship, much to his dismay. I don't think that anyone really liked Derek, including the coach, but we were a small school, and didn't really have a lot of options for replacing him. I just hoped the asshole would leave me alone this week, but seriously doubted that would be the case.

When the game resumed I caught a glimpse of Brian. I expected to see him slacking off, and putting in just enough of an effort to barely get by. What truly impressed me was the fact that he was actually trying.

Brian Crothers:

Although I've never really been a big fan of basketball, or any sport for that matter, today the game did help to keep my mind off my problems. I was really never a stranger to physical exercise, but lacked both the discipline and the desire to ever compete on any organized team. I guess the main thing about them was that I just felt my time could be better spent doing almost anything else.

Even though I tried very hard to concentrate on nothing but the game we were playing, I did happen to witness several girls staring our way. I hoped they were just watching some of the other guys, but somehow knew that was just wishful thinking on my part. I suspected some of them had very specific ideas about what they wanted to do to me in the shower, and although I wasn't looking forward to whatever they had in mind, my real dread would be our final class of the day.

Tiffany Stallman:

Having to use the boy's locker room was a lot of fun, though I suspect a large part of that was because the coach detained Derek and Brad, the guy he was arguing with, to discuss their behavior in class. I knew his talk would fall on deaf ears, at least where Derek was concerned. I think the only thing that would even begin to faze that guy would be getting benched from the team, and since our school sorely lacked in competent players, it would probably take an act of cold blooded murder on Derek's part to make that happen.

Glen Harrison, and Mark Wills had decided to make a sandwich out of me in the shower, and they did such a thorough job of washing me through a very satisfying orgasm, that the only thing left dirty when they were finished were my thoughts. Of course this led to me giving them each a nice hand job for their efforts, with the hint of possibly something further happening between us later on during the week. I was having a great time, until I glanced over and saw Derek practically glaring at the three of us with a foul look in his eye. This could turn ugly. Even with as nice of guys as Glen and Mark were, I didn't suspect that either one of them would be willing to cross paths with Derek. The guy was nothing but a solid mass of muscle with minimal brain cells. I think all he ever did was eat, sleep, work out and play football, not necessarily in that order. I believe everyone in the school was either afraid of him personally, or what would happen to them if he were ever truly reprehended, and sadly I fear that also included our entire teaching staff, as well as Principal Morris.

Brian Crothers:

Most of the girls gave me a favorable reception upon entering the ladies locker room, but it was Kelly Turner and Megan Powers who boldly drug me into the showers, practically ripping off my jock cup in the process, and proceeded to take turns giving me what was obviously very inexperienced blowjobs. I knew they were just showing off for their friends, and probably figured I never received one before, so I wouldn't be aware of their inadequacies. The second time Megan accidentally grazed me with her teeth, causing momentarily, yet none the less excruciating pain, I decided to take matters into my own hands, and gently pushed her away, before dropping to my knees and attacking her pussy with my own brand of cunnilingus. Not wanting to embarrass the poor girl by telling her what she was doing wrong in front of her friends, I figured that I would literally eat up whatever time we had left before class, and then later on when we were alone, I could quietly address the issue with Megan. The problem I had now was that if I appeared too good at this, I would have a string of girls chasing after me. I had to scale back my abilities to make it look like I was just good enough to get an inexperienced girl like Megan off, but really not much better at it than that. I also had to be concerned that Megan might inadvertently take my actions as a sign that I might be interested in starting a relationship with her, which was most definitely not the case. I timed it pretty good, her going into orgasmic bliss with just less than ten minutes to go before the bell rang. I left Megan there to be teased by her friends while I quickly dried off and hurried to my next class dreading it every step of the way.

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