Naked In School

Damn.

CHAPTER TEN CASSIE

I couldn’t believe the pictures. I just couldn’t. I knew Missy and Laura did it. I didn’t think they were capable of such cruelty. It was horrible.

I really did want to just end it. Cover me back up, let me hide my little problem again. Of course, it was too late for that, anyhow. Everyone had seen the scars. And what Frankie said, about it getting better, it was true. It was just a few that were giving me a hard time.

I remembered what we had talked about in psychology on Monday-how unexpected visual stimulus can cause a kind of disorienting effect, I think the teacher called it. In other words, most people weren’t shocked by the scars-but they were surprised, a lot, and it took them time to deal with the surprise. As Frankie calmed me down, I remembered that.

And then Frankie dropped the bomb on me-and I forgot all about my scars and former best friends and nasty pictures.

My first reaction? Oh, I admit it. HE WANTS ME! HE WANTS ME!

But my second reaction was more subdued. We walked to our first period classes together as long as we could before we had to go in opposite directions, and not much was said. I thought about it my first two periods. I thought more after second period, when I was walking with Lily Woodard.

"So, I hear you got the handjob of your life from Frankie yesterday, eh?" she teased.

"Pretty much," I grinned.

"Anything else going on?"

"No, just that," I admitted. "It was an act of mercy more than anything else," I giggled. Well, I thought so at the time. After what Frankie said today… But I wasn’t going to tell Lily that!

"You guys are just friends, right?" she asked. I nodded. "Do me a favor, OK? Be careful. Frankie’s a complete romantic. I know that’s not obvious, but he is-since I’m safe, because I’m in love with one of his best friends, he tells me things. I understand, last year, he had sex with Renee Boddicker. Up until that point, they were the best of friends. Frankie wanted more than friendship. Renee wanted friendship with the odd bout of sex. And I know he’s had a couple other close friends that would’ve taken him to bed but drew the line at anything emotional. Like I said, he’s a complete romantic. Friends with ‘benefits’ isn’t his style."

That gave me a lot to think about-because friends with ‘benefits’ wasn’t my style, either. But there was no denying the fact that I wanted him. And he couldn’t deny, after this morning, that he wanted me.

We sat next to each other in History, as usual, and I thought about it. I thought about a way where we could hook up and not lose our friendship.

The problem was, I was denying the obvious, which became quickly apparent next period, in art.

Having had us pose individually, Mrs. Taylor decided the time had come for both of us to pose. "These will be innocent, don’t worry. They’d be completely innocent if you guys weren’t naked." We both laughed at that. Anyhow, she first got us on the couch. She had us sit next to each other, Frankie to my left. Then she had me twist slightly to my left, so that I was partially facing him. My left leg was bent, on the couch, and my right leg hanging down onto the ground. She had Frankie put his arm around my waist, and had me put both of my hands, one halfway on top of the other, on his right leg. Then she had us look at each other. With the difference in our heights, he was looking slightly down, and I was looking slightly up. We were grinning at one another.

It was very cozy, but completely innocent, right? Well, except Natalie shouted out, "Oh, I love that. It’s so cute. It looks like they’re about to kiss."

Don’t I wish! That’s what ran through my mind. Oh, God, I wish he’d kiss me. And that scared me. Wanting him to fuck me? That was one thing. That was lust, pure and simple. But wishing he’d kiss me silly? That was something entirely different.

That’s when it hit me, like a ton of bricks. I was in love with him.

Oh, Jesus Christ, I was in love with Frankie Gutierrez.

I must be insane. If I were still talking to the two hyenas, they’d be the first to point out that Frankie was not my type. And, judging by my past dating history, they’d be right. I didn’t date sweet guys like Frankie. I dated guys with a hint of danger. I wanted excitement.

Frankie was safe. But he was warm and comforting. Sitting in this pose, as fairly innocent as it was, I felt so good. And excitement had bitten me in the ass more than a few times. Maybe I was just growing up-or maybe I had just realized what I really wanted. I don’t know. What I did know is that Frankie treated me like a princess. Not just helping me through The Program-he’d always treated me like a princess.

Why hadn’t I seen that before? I didn’t know. Maybe it was the chemistry thing. I’d loved Frankie for six years. Platonically, yes, but I’d loved him all the same. Maybe I just hadn’t felt any chemistry. Well, I was wrong about that. At least from my end, it’d been crackling for two days now.

That became even more apparent when we changed poses. She had us get in dance position. Standing up, facing one another, his arms around my waist, my arms around his neck. That was a little less innocent-what with his dick rubbing up against my stomach and my titties rubbing up against him! And that’s when I felt it-the combination. Love and lust. Oh, man, I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

What to do about it was the question. Because I knew he felt the lust-but didn’t know what else he felt.

CHAPTER ELEVEN FRANKIE

I walked out of art with my head spinning.

She had spent the whole class looking at me in complete adoration. Posed, yes, but the look on her face wasn’t posed. And if I doubted my own eyesight, all I had to do was check out Natalie’s drawings. Nat sees things that nobody else does, and knows how to put them on paper. And, if anything, Natalie’s drawings showed the look in Cassie’s eyes even moreso.

We went to lunch. We didn’t say a word to each other on the way.

At lunch, we sat with the gang. Jared greeted Cassie when she sat down. "Cassie, I’m sorry about those pictures."

"Well, I didn’t think you did it, so you don’t have anything to be sorry about," she grinned at him.

"How are you holding up?" Amanda asked.

"OK, I suppose," she said. "I actually almost got out of the program because of it." She grinned and pointed at me. "Then my knight in shining armor over here gave me a pep talk, and I felt better."

"Do you know who did it?" Ty asked.

"Missy and Laura. No doubt in my mind," Cassie said. "Mr. Tilling now just has to prove it."

"Nice best friends," Maggie snorted.

"Not anymore," Cassie said. "I’ve seen the light."

"Good," Maggie replied. "We’re much more fun, anyhow."

"Yes, we are," Ed said. "When we tease you for physical deformities, we do it with much more wit and style. Nobody even superimposed a map of Brazil on your stomach in any of those photos. No creativity at all." We all laughed at that, even Cassie.

"Yeah, but I’m the only one with physical deformities to tease," she said.

"Are you kidding?" Maggie laughed. "Let’s see, we have Jared’s gargantuan dick. Amanda’s little tummy rolls. Natalie’s freakishly large tits." Everyone was laughing at this. "Ed’s beanpole figure. Mike’s hairy ass. Lily’s manly throwing arm and her rock-hard gluteus. Ty’s steroid-like biceps. And all of Frankie."

"Thanks, Maggie, thanks a whole lot," I said. "But you left yourself out."

"With Maggie," Ed said, "it’s that freakish pussy without the ‘off’ switch. Drip, drip, drip. All day long. That’s one girl who’ll never get lost in the woods-she just has to follow the trail of spooge."

"Thank you, thank you very much," Maggie said, bowing. "Although I would’ve been a little less crude and pointed out my untamable mop of hair. And my nonexistent bustline."