Naked In School

"I’m sick of being manipulated," Missy said.

"Good," Cassie replied. "I’ll try very hard not to do it to you."

"And I’ll try very hard not to dump my shit on you. Because I do that far too often. Including last week. I just wish I could take it all back."

"You just did," Cassie smiled. "We’ll see you later." She got up, took Frankie’s hand, and walked into the school.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN MISSY

I think I just wanted to burst.

First, I had David giving me a fantastic orgasm. Then, I had a wonderful talk with Cassie.

I admit it, David took me by surprise. He really took me by surprise. I didn’t expect it. Even after what I did yesterday for him, I didn’t expect it. And it was wonderful. I didn’t know how wonderful it could be.

It was time to start adjusting my attitude towards sex, I think. Good thing I didn’t ask for that vaginaectomy! It felt so good, and when I hugged him afterwards-well, wow!

And then Cassie came along. And I had the guts to apologize. And she had the class to accept it. And we had a nice talk.

You know what? That morning, sitting on that wall, for the first time in a very long time-my life didn’t look like a complete fucking disaster. My best friend was speaking to me again. I had a good sexual experience. And then there was Dave.

And how did I feel about Dave? That is one hell of a question. Whatever the feelings were-they were getting stronger, seemingly, by the minute. But I didn’t want to get my hopes up, didn’t want to get out of control. This guy hated me four days ago. I didn’t count on him feeling anything more than friendship-and that might have been a stretch.

But, whatever happened, I was not going to let it get me down.

David sat on the wall next to me. "You OK?"

"Yeah. I’m real OK," I grinned at him. "You have very talented hands."

"It’s all that trumpet and saxophone playing," he grinned.

"Well, wouldn’t that be even a bigger benefit for your mouth?"

"Hmmm. Good question. You’ll have to tell me someday," he grinned. OoooOOOOooooo!!!!! Was that a joke or a promise? I hoped the latter! "Anyhow," he continued, "I’m glad you and Cassie have patched things up."

"Well, we’ve started," I said. "I think it’s going to take more than one conversation. I did too much damage to both of us. But it was a damn good start."

"You know what?" he said. "You are not the same person I knew before this week."

"I hope not," I said. "The thing is, I’ve been naked all week. But it hasn’t just been physical."

"Yeah, I know," he said.

"I used to avoid looking at my body because it repulsed me. I’ve been forced to look at it all week. And one thing I discovered is that the inside was more repulsive than the outside." I sighed. "I’ve been focusing all my self-loathing on my body-and my body was never the real problem."

"Didn’t I try to tell you that?" he grinned.

"Yeah. Go ahead and gloat," I grinned back.

"Missy. There’s a good person in there. You just have to find her."

I thought about that one. I thought hard for a minute. I think I needed help looking for her. But I didn’t say that to him. There was going to be no pushing this, I knew that.

"Anyhow, here comes the crowd, and it’s ten minutes to first bell. Ready to strip?" he asked.

"Yeah, but would you, you know, do me again like yesterday?" I asked hesitantly.

"Only if you do me too," he grinned.

"Gladly!" I stood up, and reached for the hem of his shirt. I stripped it off him, then moved to the pants. Getting them off him, I moved to his boxer shorts. I didn’t have to take them off to realize he was as hard as a rock. When I did get them off, I realized he was really hard!

"You need relief," I giggled.

"I think you’re right," he smiled. "You got me all worked up."

"How did I do that?" I said, standing up.

"The look in your eyes when you came." Wow!

He started taking my shirt off. "I thought you were shy." I said.

"I thought you were a bitch," he replied, laughing.

He was taking off my bra. "I think you bring out the best in me," I admitted.

"Yeah. You might do the same for me," he replied. He was taking off my skirt. My panties had been off for some time.

"You didn’t wear panties?" someone from the crowd yelled.

"Yes, but he took those off earlier, so he could get his hand between my legs," I giggled. David just blushed!

We started walking into school. "Jared and Amanda did that for each other during their Program week," David told me. "You know, undressing each other. Jared told me it was great. He was right."

"Yeah, he was," I agreed. "You made my morning, you know," I told him. He beamed at me.

"Well, Cassie helped," he said.

"True, but it was mostly you." We came to the point in the hall where we had to go to our separate classes. "See you next period."

"See you," and he leaned over and gave my cheek a little kiss. Even with the no-PDA rules!

I walked to my first class, and I could not stop smiling!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN DAVID

I had a lot on my mind as I walked to my first class. The first thing was a very intense need for relief! I requested such, and got it, first period.

Now that my hormones had stopped screaming in my ear, I could think about other things. And I realized Missy was right. We did bring out the best in one another. I had no problems talking to her, my shyness just evaporated around her. And she’d gotten so much nicer in the few days we’d been hanging around together.

I think my mind was still groping towards the inevitable conclusion-somehow, something had happened during this week-and the result was that I liked this girl.

How the hell did that happen?

Anyhow, I got to second period, and there she was. "Did you get relief?" she teased.

"Well, yeah," I admitted.

"Good." We sat in our seats. The class went on, and, at one point, I felt her looking at me. I turned-and, yes, she indeed was looking at me. With a shit-eating grin on her face.

She wasn’t mooning. I’d seen mooning. There are times when Jared looks at Amanda, or vice-versa, and it looks like someone worshipping at the Madonna of Lourdes, or something. You know, that’s them two-that’s how they are. But, since I was still working out how I felt about Missy, if she had looked at me like that, I’m pretty sure I would’ve been spooked.

But she didn’t. She looked at me as if she was sizing me up, and liked what she saw. That I could deal with. I even enjoyed it. I gave her a big grin back.

After that class was out, we got called down to Mr. Tilling’s office. We looked at each other.

"I wonder what this is about," I asked.

"Maybe about what happened yesterday, or the day before," Missy said. We headed to the office. Not only Mr. Tilling, but Ms. T was there.

"Sit, you two," Mr. Tilling said. "First, Missy, I want to know how you’re holding up."

"OK," she said. "Today has been good, actually. I had a nice long talk with Cassie outside before school."

"Now that is good news!" Mr. Tilling enthused.

"I apologized to her," Missy added.

"That’s even better news," Ms. T added.

"I agree," Mr. Tilling said. "Now, the first thing I want to say to you is that your experience has made us rethink things. You needed to be punished for what you did last week, but putting you through The Program as punishment was a mistake. We’re going to look at other ways of dealing with problem students."

"Well, it wasn’t a total mistake," Missy said. I looked at her in surprise. "The abuse and assault and stuff, yeah. But a lot of the rest of it-well, it’s helped. It’s helped me take a long look at myself."

"That’s good, but it should’ve been less painful," Ms. T said. "How are you, by the way, down there? Is it better?"