Naked In School

She sheepishly sat in her seat, blushing, as the applause went on. I reached over and grabbed her hand, and gave it a squeeze-and got a blinding grin for my trouble.

Mr. Riley sent a message down to Mr. Tilling about the damage to the map, then managed to get the class underway. He got through it, mostly, and then the bell rang, and we headed to art.

When we got in the hall, I reached for her hand. "You’re incredible, you know that?" I told her. "That was great."

"Thanks," she said, gratefully squeezing my hand. She left her hand in mine as we walked down the hall. "I saw what they had done to the map, and I just got so mad. And I started talking and just got on a roll."

"It was a good roll," I grinned at her. "But I’m glad you finally took my words to heart. You are beautiful. Don’t you ever forget that."

"I won’t," she said. And then, in barely a whisper, "as long as you’re around." Before I could say anything to that, we were at art class.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN CASSIE

Yes, it felt good. It felt damn good. I got it off my chest, and it felt very, very good.

Missy and Laura? Fuck ‘em. They want to keep trying to get to me. It succeeded yesterday. No more. I had other things to do.

And one of them was walking down the hall with me, holding my hand, telling me-again-that I was beautiful. We needed to talk, and badly-but, somehow, I thought it might be a good talk. Maybe I hadn’t blown it all to pieces yesterday.

Anyhow, no chance to talk now-it was time for art. Mrs. Taylor called us up to the front.

Her first pose arranged us on the couch. Frankie was on his left side up against the back of the couch. His head was propped up by his left hand. I was in front of him, also on my left side, flat on the couch. His arm was around my waist. It was a very cozy pose.

It was also turning me on, because I felt his dick up against my ass!

Then, after a couple minutes in the pose, something strange happened. As I said, he had his hand around my waist, so it was resting on my stomach. Suddenly, I realized his hand was moving. His fingers were lightly tracing some of the scars. I breathed sharply.

"Does that bother you?" he whispered.

"No," I said. "It feels funny."

"I’ll stop, then."

"No, I didn’t mean bad funny," I said. And I didn’t. As his fingers lightly grazed the scars, my stomach was doing flip-flops like you wouldn’t believe. Because he was-- caressing me, is the only word I could come up with. He was caressing my scars. Like you’d caress a dimple or something.

It is hard to describe how I felt right then. Content, warm, loved-hell, I was verging on euphoric. Talk about feeling accepted. I knew he didn’t mind the scars. Didn’t mind! He was touching them! I was a little stunned. I felt it hard to hold the pose-I was supposed to be looking at the class and smiling. I just wanted to close my eyes and drift off on a cloud.

Mrs. Taylor had us change poses and I didn’t want to move. I just felt so content. It was almost like how you’d feel right after a good cum-but I hadn’t cum.

She had me lie on my back, my head propped up by the armrest on the couch. She told me to spread my legs, and then she told Frankie to crawl up between my legs.

"Oooooooh!" I said with a laugh.

"No, no, not that," Mrs. Taylor laughed. "This pose is going to be suggestive, but not that suggestive." She had Frankie crawl up further. His hands were on my hips, and his head was hovering above my stomach. "Y’see, that’s more of a hint," Mrs. Taylor said. "It looks like he’s kissing your stomach. Now, this implies where he’s headed, but we don’t draw that part-we draw the anticipation." The whole class laughed at that.

"Am I supposed to be kissing her, or just hovering?" Frankie asked.

"Well, it’ll be hard to hold a kiss for that long," Mrs. Taylor said.

"Well, if I don’t move too much, you should still be able to draw it," Frankie said. And he started kissing me. Little tiny kisses all over my stomach, that he held as long as he could for posing purposes. Little kisses…all over my scars.

Oh MAN. I had to say something to him. I had to tell him how I felt. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the time or place.

After about fifteen minutes, Frankie said, "My arms hurt! Not to mention my neck." He had been holding himself up by his arms, hovering over my stomach, and his neck was kind of in an uncomfortable position.

Mrs. Taylor laughed. "OK, relax. Find a comfortable position while we finish up." He flopped onto my stomach, resting his head on it, just lying there. I reached over and stroked his hair. I just lay there in bliss for about five minutes, until Mrs. Taylor said, "OK, guys. Time’s up. Frankie, Cassie, you can take a look."

I didn’t even bother with Laura and Missy. Who cares what they drew? A lot of them were very good. I liked Amanda’s. And Natalie’s were, of course, magnificent.

We walked to lunch, and he held my hand again. Again, it wasn’t the time or place to talk. I looked at him, and tried to talk with my eyes.

Lunch wasn’t the time or place to talk, either-not with the Ed Bauer show going on around us!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN FRANKIE

It was just an impulse. Me tracing her scars with my finger, I mean. I really didn’t think about what I was doing. Well, maybe I did. Look, they really didn’t bother me. And maybe, when I did it, I had her little speech in the back of my mind. Because she had said that some people could see past them. I really didn’t see past them, not in my mind, because to me that implied sort of ignoring them. You know, pretending they weren’t there. They were there, and I didn’t pretend they weren’t-but they didn’t bother me. They were part of her-and everything that was part of her was good.

Maybe that’s why I touched them. And then, in the second pose, kissed them.

I wondered what she felt about it. In the first pose, when I first touched them-she relaxed, visibly, after she told me that she wasn’t feeling bad about it and I kept on doing it. She visibly relaxed herself into me. She couldn’t react much more, or we would’ve blown the pose!

I had to talk to her. I wanted the school day over. I needed to find out exactly what was going on.

I suppose we could’ve gotten an out of the way table during lunch, but no tables in the lunchroom are that out of the way. So we sat with the usual suspects.

"Hey, Brazil," Ed greeted Cassie, "I hear you smacked a few people in the head with the ol’ clue-by-four in History class."

"Something like that," Cassie grinned.

"Let me tell you, it was impressive," I chipped in.

"Not as impressive as the poses I’m getting to draw in art," Natalie grinned. "You should see these two," she told the table. "Even though the poses are pretty innocent, they still put on quite a show."

Cassie just blushed. I was pretty sure I was, too!

"A better pose than I gave you when you drew my naked ass up at bat?" Ed asked.

"No, of course not, sweetie," Natalie grinned at him.

"I should hope not!" Ed said indignantly.

"I can see it now," Lily grinned. "Natalie, five years from now, a young, sought-after new artist. She’s having her first gallery show. Featuring seventeen drawings of Ed’s naked tush."

"She’ll make a mint on them," Ed grinned.

The rest of lunch pretty much went like that, so Cassie and I just got drawn into the rest of the conversation.

The afternoon passed by way too slowly. Then I had baseball practice. Because I was pitching tomorrow, I was allowed to take a light practice. I threw a little, and did my running. Then, done, I asked Coach permission to take off, which he granted.

I ran back to the school building. I was hoping to catch Cassie before band practice ended.

I wasn’t disappointed. There was an observation window on the side of the band room, and looked in, and there she was-stark naked, playing the flute. She caught my eye at one point and smiled. About fifteen minutes later, band practice ended. I waited until most of the band had gotten out of the room, and walked in-and there she was, still sitting at her chair. The rest of the stragglers, and her band director left, and it was only the two of us.