Naked In School

"Yes," I giggled.

"You may very well be that good," Ms T smiled, "but, in my experience, the intensity of a sexual experience isn’t dependent on the how, or the what. It’s the who."

The who. It was intense because of who I was with, that’s what she was saying. Oh jeez.

I was not prepared to deal with that. I looked at Ms T in horror, then looked at Jared, equally in horror. And then I did something I’m not very proud of.

I ran out of the room, full-speed.

I sleepwalked through my next two classes, including my first taste of the boys’ locker room in gym. I had more hands on my body that I thought could fit, and I barely noticed. By the time I got out of my second-to-last class and headed to History-and Jared-I was ashamed of myself. I was afraid he was going to think the problem was him. It wasn’t. The problem was me. So, when I sat myself down next to him in history, and he shot me a questioning look, I made sure I gave him a big smile. And not an Amanda’s Mask smile, either. This one was genuine. He smiled back. Thank goodness.

But I was still ashamed of myself. So, when we headed out to the entrance-him to get dressed, me to get my clothes-I asked him a favor.

"Jared, don’t get dressed here, OK?"

"What?"

"Walk me to the football field, the way you are. Then you can get dressed. Please?" He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his clothes, and we walked. There’s a bit of woods between the school and the field-that’s what we were walking through. It was the long way around to the field, but it led to the road in back of campus that Jared took to get home. Plus, it afforded us a degree of privacy-all the rest of the cheerleaders and the football players took the direct route.

He spoke first. "What Ms. T said after class bothered you."

Fuck the masks, I told myself. Be honest. For once in your miserable life. "No, Jared, it didn’t bother me, per se. What it did, is, it scared the shit out of me. I need time to deal with this, OK?"

"Of course," he said. "You’re not the only one. And you’re not the only one who’s scared shitless, if that helps any."

"It does." I stopped walking, and turned to face him. "I wanted you out here, like this, because I want-no, I need-to do this for you." And then I kissed him. Not like yesterday. Not a little light kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and leaned into this one. After he got over his shock, his arms wrapped around my waist. God, it felt good.

When I broke the kiss-and I was a good long one-I looked up at him and said, "Thank you. For today. It was…amazing." He was in shock! I gave him another little kiss and said, "I have to go. See you tomorrow." And I took off.

Thank goodness for cheerleading. Despite the Bouncing Boobies problem, at least I didn’t have to think about sex for an hour!

CHAPTER NINE JARED

If you’ve ever heard of anyone walking in a complete daze-well, that was me, walking home.

Hell, I almost forgot to put my clothes on.

Almost.

After I remembered that, I did walk home in a daze. I’m surprised I knew the way. I had a lot to think about.

Look, I know Ms T’s talking about "the who" applied to me. This was my crush, right? The first girl I ever masturbate to orgasm is Amanda. Yes, I know it meant more to me because it was her. Didn’t surprise me at all. What surprised me is how she reacted. Cool, calm, unflappable Amanda cried on my shoulder. I was stunned.

It made me think of what Tina had said that morning-about Amanda being a phony. I knew, deep in my heart, that there was nothing phony in that little crying jag, that there was nothing phony in what I saw in her eyes while I was doing here. For that matter, there was nothing phony in that kiss I had just gotten. And, man, what a kiss!

So, what I guessed was, that Amanda was confused. She felt it, I know she did. So, she was confused. The big question to me was how she was going to resolve that confusion. It had me on pins and needles. The other question was, what should I do? Was it time for True Confessions? I didn’t know if that would help or hurt.

This was all running through my mind as I stumbled in the door. Tina was already there. She drove back and forth to school. I was welcome to join her-in fact, we had shared the car since I got my license at the beginning of the summer-but I liked walking. But, since she drove, she always beat me home.

"Hiya, little brother!" She was in the kitchen. She offered me a coke, which I gratefully accepted. "Damn, you’re dressed! I keep trying to get a glimpse of The Legendary Penis, but we don’t have any classes close by."

"Tina, you’re shameless," I laughed.

"How’d your day go?"

"Very complicated," I told her, "but I’ll save that story for when Mom and Dad get home. Don’t want to go through it twice."

"Sure. Are you getting more comfortable with it?"

"The nudity? Yeah, actually, I am. It’s some of the peripherals that are giving me a problem."

"I see you’re still not comfortable enough to shed the duds at home, though!"

She was teasing. I knew it. Look, I like my sister, a lot. We’ve managed to escape a lot of the sibling rivalry bullshit. We’re closer than most siblings I know, especially considering we’re only a year apart in age. So, I thought, what the fuck. I stripped off my shirt and dropped my drawers. "There. Happy now?" I stuck my tongue out at her. Because of that naked kiss with Amanda, I was still hard, so she got an eyeful.

"Oh my Christ!" she gasped. "The stories were not an exaggeration. Little brother, that is a monster! Shit, why do we have to be related???"

"Tina, you’re something else."

" I am something else? Look at you! I’m completely flabbergasted." I just grinned, walked around her, and grabbed some cookies. "You gonna stay like that?"

"Why not? You’ll enjoy yourself, I’m sure."

"I don’t know about that. I might have to excuse myself and go up with my favorite dildo if I stare at that long enough." I almost choked on the cookie. "You’re surprised, little brother? Heck, there’s only one virgin in this room, and it ain’t me. Assuming, of course, you still are."

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"That’s a pity." She giggled, then got serious. "You know, I haven’t said this, but I think what you’re doing is really brave. And doing it here, even with all my teasing is particularly brave." She stared at me. "And, you know, one good turn deserves another." Then she shocked me. Before I could blink, she was as naked as I am.

"So, what do you think?" she smirked.

"I can’t believe you just did that," I gulped. "And you are one hot customer, Sis." I looked between her legs. "And look at that, you are a natural blonde!"

"Thanks."

"How long are we keeping this up?" I asked.

"I think we should stay this way until Mom and Dad get home. Freak ‘em out."

"That would be cool, but, damn, the temptation," I laughed. "Tina, you’re a complete babe."

"And you’re a complete stud," she laughed.

"Thanks, Tina." She smirked, and reached out and squeezed my dick! "Tina! You’re shameless!"

"That I am, big little brother. Don’t worry, though. I ain’t gonna besmirch your honor, or anything." She started upstairs. "I got some things to do in my room, I’ll be back down in a while, we have to cook dinner."

"OK." She was going upstairs to play with herself, I just knew it. OK, that was flattering. I knew there were rumors about Tina, that basically she was the Maggie Benson of the senior class. I didn’t pay much attention to them-she is my sister-but I know that her friends call her E.T., which she once told me stood for "Easy Tina". And she took one look at me and had to go diddle herself. Yikes.

Not that I was any better after seeing her nude, mind you. I went down to my room-which was in the basement-and I wasn’t watching TV down there, I can tell you that.