Naked In School

What happened next would’ve really mortified me, but…well, OK. Jared and Amanda have cool friends. One of them, Allie Fitzpatrick, was in that gym shower with me. After a lot of grab-and-giggle from some of the other girls, Allie came over to me and said, "Jeez, Dave, you really look like you could use some help." She grinned, reached down, and very expertly-and quickly-whacked me off to an orgasm. And, while she was doing it-and while I was blushing a lovely shade of hot pink-she said, "Hey. Don’t be embarrassed. I haven’t been through The Program, but I’ve seen it enough. It happens. And I don’t mind doing this, not for a nice guy like you. Enjoy it," she grinned.

I managed to, somehow. When she was done, she pointed us into the spray of the shower-to clean up, I had cum all over both of us-and said, "There. Feel better?"

"Yeah. Thanks," I grinned.

"I’m glad and you’re welcome," she grinned. "Too bad the bell’s about to ring, or I’d ask you to return the favor, because now I’m horny. Ah well, I’ll have to just go find Stef." Stef was her boyfriend. Or girlfriend. With Stef, it’s confusing.

Anyhow, I did feel better after that. I made my way to my next class.

CHAPTER THREE MISSY

I’ll give it to the folks at Westport High. When they want to humiliate someone, they go all-out.

I was grabbed, and I mean grabbed, not touched. I was fondled-but I thought fondling was supposed to be fun. Hey, someone ought to tell these guys that fingers are like sandpaper. Dry fingers roughly dragged over a clit hurt. Of course, I guess that was the idea. Maybe if I had been worked up…well, this treatment wasn’t working me up. It was just making me sore. Physically sore.

And, I have to admit, the insults about my weight were, at least, getting more inventive.

Well, this was what they wanted. Cassie was getting her pound of flesh. I just had to grin and bear it.

I wasn’t just cursed with a lousy body. I wasn’t much for sex, either. I’d fooled around a bit, but not much-I mean, what guy wants to go out with a beached whale? I was still a virgin, and I figured that condition was terminal. So, there wasn’t any great love lost between me and my naughty bits, neglected and unused as they were. Sometimes they just got in the way. I hated getting horny. That meant I had to do something about it. I didn’t enjoy masturbating my fat self. I did it only occasionally out of sheer need.

So, maybe I should be happy that the grabbing and shit wasn’t working me up. Of course, I’d rather it be a little less painful.

I supposed I deserved it. So I put up with it. At least I wasn’t asked to pose in art class.

I ate lunch alone. I used to eat with Laura, and, before last week, Laura and Cassie. Well, Laura was gone, and Cassie wasn’t speaking to me. So I ate lunch alone. At least, then, my body was hidden behind a table.

After lunch, I had Bio. The Bio class, Ms. T’s big experimental class. Hopefully, she had shot her wad with experimenting after the whole Amanda-and-Jared production. David was also in that class. Luckily, she didn’t talk to me. I don’t know if I would’ve been able to keep my composure.

After Bio, unfortunately, I have gym, and had to take my shower in the boy’s locker room. You want to talk about being exposed? And Cassie’s boyfriend, Frankie, was in that shower-along with two of his buddies, Ed and Ty. Like I said, they seemed to be taking the high road, though Frankie was glaring at me. He and Cassie had been good friends before they hooked up, and he’d never liked me in the first place. I didn’t much like him, either.

Anyhow, I got through the day. Somehow. But it hurt. It hurt a lot.

I could’ve used some support. I wasn’t going to get it here. I wasn’t going to be getting it at home, either.

My mother was there when I got home. "So, how was your day."

"Horrible."

"Good," she said. "Maybe you’ll know what other people go through from you, like Cassie."

"Funny," I said, "I don’t think Cassie got her private parts manhandled. I don’t mean fondled, I mean manhandled. I don’t think she had her tits almost ripped off. I don’t think any of those things happened to her."

"You’re exaggerating," she said.

"Of course I am," I said with a snort. "Whatever. I’m going to my room."

"You’re on your own tonight," she said. "Your father has a business meeting, and I have a meeting myself." Ah. In other words, Dad was going to be fucking a secretary over his desk, and Mom was headed to a hotel room to meet the hunky-gardener-of-the-week. "Whatever," was all I said.

They’ve been having affairs for years. The only reason they’re still together is divorce would look bad. And, somehow, they think that I haven’t known since I was 12 that they were having affairs. I’m not that stupid.

Like I said, they use people. Secretaries, hunky gardeners, underlings, each other, daughters.

At least they were rich enough for me to have a huge room with a big TV in it. That’s where I retreated. That’s where I always retreated.

I’d like to say that I skipped supper, but I didn’t. I went downstairs and made myself something very fattening. That’s the other place I retreated.

CHAPTER FOUR DAVID

I went right home after school, for the first time in a long while. After our concert this past Saturday, at the arts festival, band was over for the year.

Mom wasn’t home when I got there, so I did some homework and relaxed. It’s just me and Mom-Dad died when I was six. When I heard her, I went downstairs to see her.

"Hi, honey," she asked. "How was your day?"

"I got put in The Program."

"Oh, good!"

"Glad one of us thinks so," I grumbled.

"It’ll be fine," she smiled. "Did they give you a cute partner?" she laughed.

"Not hardly. Missy Jenkins." She knew all about Missy and what she had done.

"Oh, David, I’m sorry. I’d hoped you’d have a good experience with this, like Jared did. What are you doing about Missy?"

"Ignoring her. There’s nothing required that says I have to support her."

"But who’s supporting you?" she asked.

"Jared and his friends," I smiled. "They’re being very cool."

"So," she grinned, "did you get any action?" I should’ve expected that. Mom is very open about sex. Apparently, she and Dad had the sex life of all time-not necessarily something I needed to know, mind you, but I did-and they also apparently started said sex life when they were all of 13. They were each others’ first and only up until Dad died.

"You’re obsessed with my sex life," I teased.

"That’s because I don’t have one," she grinned back. Not exactly true, I knew-she’d had a number of dalliances. She gave her heart to Dad, forevermore, but not necessarily other body parts. But her sex life was intermittent, that was true.

"Well, I don’t have one either," I grinned.

"Nothing?" she prodded.

"OK," I admitted. "Jared’s friend Allie gave me a handjob in the gym shower."

"Was it fun?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Look, honey, I worry about you. You’re 17. You should’ve started by now. You’re missing out."

"Well, you know, I have to learn to talk to girls without stammering like an idiot before I do anything else with them. Then again, Maggie Benson did offer to take me to her room and show me her etchings, so to speak."

"Well? Go for it!"

"Naaah," I demurred. "Don’t get me wrong, I like Maggie, and I know it’d be fun, but Maggie’s a one-night-stand kind of person and I want my first time to be more than that."

"Oh, honey, that’s ridiculous," she said.

"Oh, really? I’ve grown up my whole life knowing about Mom and Dad’s Grand Love Affair that started when they were all of eleven. Don’t blame me if I’m looking for the same thing."