Naked In School

The girl needed clothes.

I had plenty of money in my account-this is what Granddad’s trust fund is for-so I whipped out my debit card, walked through the mall, and when nuts. I even bought undergarments-frilly pink and blue and purple things, not my usual Basic White. I even loaded up on makeup. I spent a pile-and had a blast.

Looking at the clock, I noticed I still had a bit of time, so I whipped home. Mom had already gone to work, thank goodness. I tore off the straightjacket and threw it into a heap. The Basic White undergarments soon followed. I tore my hair out of the ever-present bun, and brushed it out as best I could, so it hung in fairly curly blonde waves down past my shoulders.

Then I went through my new goody bags. I went for the frilly pink undergarments. The shirt was also pink-a short-sleeved thing with a red heart right between my boobs. And it was a belly shirt. For pants, I grabbed stonewashed low-rider jeans. Both the top and the jeans were not loose-fitting. Every curve I had was prominently displayed. And between the high shirt and the low jeans was a nice strip of belly showing.

Yeah, I know. I had been naked all week-but not by choice. This was by choice. And I think, sometimes, clothes are sexier than being naked-if they’re the right clothes. These were the right clothes. I put a dash of lipstick and blush on, and a little light eye shadow, and looked in the mirror.

OK, I almost didn’t recognize the person staring back at me!

I was stunned, absolutely stunned. And, for a minute, I got cold feet. I looked so different. Even being naked, I’d never taken my hair down. And I didn’t usually wear makeup. And the outfit!

The cold feet disappeared-the minute I imagined Ed’s reaction.

No, I wasn’t doing this for him-I was doing it for me. I didn’t want to be uptight anymore. I wanted to be free, and casual, and sexy. But, yeah, I wanted to knock his socks off, too.

Can you knock the socks off someone who’s seen you naked with a new outfit and hairstyle? I was about to find out.

I drove back to the school parking lot, and stood next to the car, waiting for him. After a few minutes, I saw him, coming up the path.

And he saw me. I swear he blinked three times. And looked like he was going to swallow his tongue.

Paydirt!

CHAPTER NINETEEN ED

I swear, I almost didn’t recognize her. I didn’t. I recognized the car first, and then realized who the blonde standing next to it was.

Oh my fucking head.

I was just stunned. There she was, leaning on the car, giving me a big shit-eating grin. It’s amazing-I’d seen this girl naked. Hell, earlier today, I’d gone down on her! And she never looked as out-and-out sexy as she did right then. Maybe it was the hair being down, or the lipstick, or just the way she wore the new outfit-or, holy hell, the way she was looking at me. But it was something.

Hey, I know you can be completely naked and still be completely non-sexual. I had seen it-from her, the minute I walked into that office Monday morning. She might have been nude, but there was nothing sexual about it-not with her all curled up in a ball.

This just screamed sex-even with clothes on. My word. Somebody had woken up, and in a big way. And I’m not talking about Little Ed, either-though he was definitely stirring.

I walked up to her and said, "I can’t quite believe what I’m seeing."

That’s when her come-hither stare collapsed in a fit of giggles. "I’m not quite sure I believe that I did it!"

"You look amazing."

"Thanks," she said with a grin. "It’s the new Natalie. You like?"

"I like. I have to warn you, though-I know you’ve come a long way in a week, but are you sure you’re ready for this?"

"For what?"

"For every guy in this parking lot staring at you."

She giggled. "I’ve been nude for a week, I hope I’m used to being stared at."

"Good point," I laughed. "But, in some ways, this is sexier on you than nudity."

She gave me a brilliant smile. "Good. I was hoping you’d notice."

Incredible. Just incredible. Well, they say everyone goes through drastic changes during The Program. Some more drastic than others, but everybody changes. Yeah, of course I had. I took a chance on her, right?

Of course, the ways she had changed were nothing short of astounding.

"So, tell me, big boy," she purred, "does this outfit earn me a little Chinese food?"

"I’d say so," I grinned. "Though you’d be getting that even if you weren’t wearing anything." We both collapsed in laughter. "Come on, gorgeous. I need my car keys." She flipped them to me over the car, then got in the passenger’s seat.

We headed down to the best Chinese restaurant in town.

"Take-out or eat-in?" I asked.

"I don’t think there’s a good old flick playing on the TV inside," she pointed out.

"Good. Take-out it is," I chuckled. We went in, grabbed a menu, and good-naturedly haggled over the selection. We came up with an order, put it in, and waited in the lobby, chatting about this and that. It was done pretty quickly, and we headed for my house.

"Hey," I said to my parents as we walked in.

"Hey. I smell Chinese," Mom laughed.

"You smell correctly. You remember Natalie, right?"

"Hello, Natalie," Mom said. She greeted Mom and Dad.

"Hey, honey, my DVD collection’s over there. Go pick something out."

"OK," she said, and headed over.

"We losing the TV again?" Dad laughed.

"Nah," I laughed back. "We’ll take it upstairs. I wanted her to see Singing In The Rain on the big screen, but my TV will be fine today." Natalie was walking towards me with a DVD. "What did you find?"

"The Philadelphia Story," she smiled.

"Oh, that’s a good one," Mom said.

"She loves Hepburn," I said.

"And this one’s not only got Hepburn," she grinned, "but it’s got romance, and humor, and Cary Grant and Jimmy Stewart. How can you go wrong?"

"You really do love old films as much as Ed," Mom said.

"Yeah, I do," she grinned. "Anyhow, sweetie, before we repair to the dinner theatre, can you point me to the facilities?"

I did so, and went back into the living room while she did her business.

"Tell me," Mom said, "is that the same girl who was in here on Tuesday?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "Hard to believe, huh? That is brand new. She borrowed my car keys while I was at practice and went shopping. I walked out of practice to that."

Mom laughed. "Well, I know how much going through The Program changed Amanda Frazier."

"Yeah," I said. "This is a little bit more drastic-but she had further to come than Amanda."

"What’s shocking me," Dad said with a laugh, "is that my son, the tomcat, actually brought home the same girl twice in a week."

I grinned at them. "Well, get used to seeing her a lot more than twice. She’s not going anywhere."

It took Mom a minute. "Wait a minute, you mean, you two…?"

"Yeah," I cut in. "As of yesterday. I didn’t have a chance to tell you."

"Ed, that’s great!" Mom said. "Can I say finally?" she laughed.

"Yeah," I laughed. "Hey, you know why. I needed time. I also needed the right girl."

Just then, the right girl came out of the bathroom. She walked up to me, curled her arm around mine, looked up at me, and said, "So. Feed me!"

"You got it," I said, to my parents’ laughter. I led her upstairs. We put the movie in the DVD player, and spread the Chinese food out on the bed.

During the opening stuff on the DVD, I spooned out the food. "My parents know about us now," I told her. "I didn’t see them yesterday to tell them."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. They’re thrilled," I said, and she beamed at me. "Dad was shocked that I brought home the same girl twice in a week. I told them, ‘Get used to her.’" She laughed at that. I looked at her and said, "Does it bother you?"