Naked In School

"But, if they’re assholes, why would she like them?" Rosa asked.

"That’s a question I’ve often asked myself," I grinned. "You should probably be telling me that-you’re the female. You want me to explain the female mind?" She giggled. "Seriously, though, I do understand part of it. There’s an element of danger, of excitement, in it. I’m way, way, way too safe for a lot of girls. I’m not exciting. I’m Mister Dependable. This is why Cassie asked me to partner her through The Program. Because I’m safe. And don’t ever underestimate the looks thing. That’s a well-kept secret-that girls are just as shallow as guys when it comes to looks. And I’m not good-looking."

"Frankie, that’s nonsense," Rosa said. "You underestimate yourself. Tanya thinks you’re cute as all get-out, she tells me all the time. You have a good face. I’m your sister, and even I see that. As for the other part, maybe you should be more exciting, or something," she giggled.

"I am what I am," I told her. She smiled, and then we reached the middle school. She peeled into the campus with a wave, and I continued down the street to the high school.

Cass was right. 12-year-old girls are hopeless romantics, Rosa included.

Anyhow, Cass and I met in front of the school building.

"I hear you blew Missy and Laura away yesterday at lunch," she greeted me with.

"Oh, you heard about that."

"Yeah, Vicki called me and told me. Vicki loved it, by the way. She thinks those two are giving me a bad time."

"You’re not mad?" I asked.

"Should I be?"

"Well, I blasted your two best friends. I think I might have made your life a bit more difficult."

"Honestly?" she said. "I don’t care. And I was touched, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get mad-and you got mad on behalf of me. Thanks."

"You’re welcome," I said with a smile. "Ready to go strip for the crowd?"

"Sure," she said. We approached the designated entrance. The crowd was huge.

"Look at all these people," I said.

"Yeah. People who heard rumors about my scars and want to see the whole horrible truth for themselves, no doubt."

"Or people who just want to see a gorgeous babe," I grinned. She grinned back. "Or a skinny pitcher, one of the two."

"Frankie Gutierrez, you’re a doll." We walked up the steps, and did the stripping thing. Unfortunately, I think she was right. The gasps and murmurs after she took her shirt off tended to indicate that. She dealt with it all right, though.

I didn’t see her again until after second period. Our classes are close, so I met up with her to walk her to history.

"You know what? This sucks," she said.

"More problems?"

"It’s just that The Program isn’t for me what it is for other people. I thought I’d have some fun."

"What do you mean?"

"You’ve had your dick grabbed three times in the ten seconds we’ve been walking together. You see anyone reaching for me? The scars are scaring them off. I think I’ve been grabbed twice all morning. You know I’m no prude. It’s kind of disappointing."

"You want to be fondled?" I teased.

"I wouldn’t say no," she grinned back.

That’s when I surprised myself. I must’ve had Rosa’s words about being more exciting echoing in my head. I didn’t grab random girls in The Program, much less one of my best friends. But I found myself grabbing her arm, and pulling her so she was against the wall.

And reaching my hand down.

CHAPTER SIX CASSIE

You want to talk about stunned? When I said I wanted to be fondled, I wasn’t talking about him! Not that I was opposed to it, mind you, I just never thought he’d do it. We were friends, right? Pals. Buddies.

Well, he did it. Backed me against the wall and started running his finger up and down my pussy. Which became sopping wet in a hurry. He was good at this!

"Jeez, Frankie," I gasped. "I knew you had strong fingers from pitching-but I didn’t know they were this delicate."

"I throw the knuckleball," he grinned. "It’s a pitch that takes a lot of touch." Oh, man, did he have touch! My oh my. He worked those magic fingers up to my clit, and I was a goner. Then he took his other hand and slipped a finger in my pussy. Hello, nirvana! Boy, was that quick!

"Oh, man, WOW!" I blurted out as I came down.

"I hate to burst your bubble," he grinned, "but we’re going to be late for class."

"Who cares?" I gasped.

"Come on," he grinned.

"You expect me to walk?" I said. He just laughed, and wrapped his arm around mine, steering me down the hall. "My goodness, I’m leaving a trail," I giggled.

"Now don’t say you haven’t gotten fondled."

"Yeah, and by the last person I ever expected it from. You surprised me."

"It was an impulse," he grinned.

"You should have more of those," I grinned back. "So, do all the girls in school know about your magic fingers?"

"Nope," he said.

"Good. It’ll be our little secret," I laughed. "You look a little, well, strained there," I said, looking down at his very erect dick.

"Well, you know. Stimulus. I got relief last period, though, so I should be OK."

"You did? I’ve been afraid to ask for it."

"I got grabbed a lot-I was really feeling it," he said. "Hey, most people around here are used to The Program, so I didn’t have any problems with it."

"Well, I won’t need any now, I’ll tell you that! Damn, Frankie, you are good. Thanks." I gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

"You’re welcome." We walked into class and grabbed seats together. Missy and Laura were in this class, as was Paul. I didn’t care. I was still grinning.

"Hey, look, Deformed Girl is here!" Missy shouted.

"Hey, Cassie, I need directions to Newburgh," Laura added. "Can I plot out a route on your stomach?"

"That’s not Newburgh," I replied, "that’s Brazil. Ed Bauer said so." Most of the rest of the class laughed at that. Laura just looked constipated.

"You’re better with this," Frankie said to me.

"Just post-orgasmic bliss," I giggled. "I’ll be mortified again in a few minutes."

"Hmmm. Maybe I’ll just have to keep you in post-orgasmic bliss."

"MmmmMMMMmmmm!" I said. Frankie just laughed.

The teacher started up then, so the conversation ended. But I thought about what had happened all through class-not paying much attention to history, I admit. Look, I’m fairly orgasmic to begin with. I love orgasms, I freely admit it. Even when between boyfriends, I play with myself regularly.

But orgasms from someone else are usually better. Even so, this one had been particularly good. I’m sitting there in history and I felt like a cat all curled up on a windowsill. But why? Was it him? Was it Frankie? Well, you know, part of it was. He was really good at it. Who knew? My own fingers didn’t seem to know my pussy that well.

But that wasn’t all of it. A lot of it was that I wasn’t hiding, wasn’t apprehensive. My scars were in full view. Frankie knew they were there. He didn’t mind that they were there. He still fingered me. I was able to just relax and let it happen.

And, OK, I felt comfortable with Frankie. Always have. After that first initial surprise, I felt completely comfortable with what he was doing. That didn’t hurt.

Who would’ve thunk it? I’d been fucked by guys I was, at least at the time, in love with. Who would’ve ever figured I’d have an orgasm like that just being fingered by a pal?

My meditations continued until the bell, and Frankie and I left the class, headed for art.

"Damn. Too bad art is at the other end of the building. We have no time," I said impishly.

"Jesus, Cassie, are you insatiable?" Frankie laughed.