Naked In School

"There’s no way."

"Does you girlfriend like zis, David?" It was Miriam.

"Yeah, but she thinks it won’t look good on her."

"Nonsense. Go try it on."

"But…" Missy tried.

"Go try it on!" You don’t argue with Miriam, I found that out years ago. Missy shrugged, found one her size, and went into the dressing room. After a few minutes, she came out, very tentatively. I don’t know why. She looked great. I told her so.

"My stomach’s showing!"

"Only a little, and it that outfit, it’s supposed to."

"You really think this looks good on me?" she asked.

"Vat, are you nuts?" Miriam spoke up. "You look gorchuss." Mom agreed.

She stood there, still looking tentative, when I took matters into my own hands. I took the tee-shirt and baggy shorts she had been wearing out of her hands, and told Miriam. "Bag these." Then I grabbed a scissors, went over to Missy, and cut the tags off of the outfit. I handed them to Miriam and said, "OK, ring these up." Then I reached for my wallet.

"What are you doing?" Missy asked.

"Buying that for you. It’s the only way I’m going to convince you how awesome you look in it. Besides which," I grinned, "I get the employee discount." Miriam rang it up for me, and I paid, before Missy even knew what hit her. "Come on," I said, "let’s go walking."

She looked down at herself, shrugged, and said, "OK." We walked out of the store hand-in-hand after saying goodbye to Miriam and Mom.

"I can’t believe you bought this. I can’t believe you talked me into wearing it!"

"You look great in it. Trust me, OK?"

"It’s so tight. And I’m not used to so much of my belly and legs showing."

"I know," I said. "But you wanted it, didn’t you?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "I just worry that I look like a fat girl trying to be skinny."

"You don’t," I said. "Trust me."

As we wandered through town, we ran into a number of friends. Every single one of them told her how much they liked her new outfit. Score one for me! The only problem I was having was that I found that outfit on her, well, sexy. Very sexy. And the happier she got wearing it, the sexier she got.

I was wearing shorts. They weren’t particularly loose. And after the umpteenth compliment she got on the new outfit, she hugged me. "Thank you so much. You’re such a sweetie for doing this for me." There was no doubt in my mind she felt it when she hugged me.

She giggled, and looked down at the bulge in my shorts. "Is that for me?"

"It’s a sexy outfit," I said.

"You’ve seen me naked all week, though!"

"Er, well," I stuttered, "did you notice that this kind of happened a lot while you were around?"

"Well, I thought that was just from being in The Program."

"Not completely," I admitted. "When you were around, pretty much not at all." She just beamed at me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN MISSY

We were walking through town, and I felt like I was walking on air. I couldn’t believe he had asked me out. And then he bought me this outfit! And said it looked good on me! And, the startling thing is, he wasn’t the only one. Look, my belly has a bulge. And it was showing! David said, "Missy, it’s a little bulge. And it’s cute." I decided to stop obsessing and take his word for it. Hell, I had been naked for a week, hadn’t I?

And, OK, I admit it-the fact that the top was low-cut and very tight on my boobs did make me feel sexy.

And it made him hard. Unbelievable. I made him hard. Suddenly, a thought went through my head. I suddenly remembered that I had gotten the shot yesterday morning. And, no matter how hard I tried, that thought would not go away.

We walked around for a while, then we got in my car. We stopped at the grocery store so I could buy the stuff to make supper. I decided on shrimp scampi, something I make well. David hung around in the kitchen, making me laugh, as I cooked. "Next time, I’ll cook for you. And, yes, I can," he grinned.

We ate, chatting happily. He pronounced the whole meal delicious. Then, we ended up on the couch watching old comedies on TV, laughing and snuggling. Then he kissed me. And kept kissing me. And kept kissing me. And then, I felt his hand on my boob.

That settled it. "David, uhm, why don’t we go upstairs?" I said softly. "To my room. We’ll be more comfortable up there."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes. Completely. Totally." I stood up, and took his hand, and we walked upstairs. I led him into my room. I flicked on my stereo, and put a radio station on softly. I sat down on the bed, and he sat next to me. "Kiss me," I said.

His lips touched mine tentatively, then increased in force as I returned the kiss. I opened my mouth, just a little bit, and extended my tongue, just a little bit. I could feel his surprise-but only for a moment, as his tongue quickly snaked around mine.

I felt his hand move over my boob, as he gently fondled it through my shirt and bra. Then it slipped under the shirt, and fondled me through the bra. "Take it off," I whispered into his mouth. He reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then, kissing me again, he reached behind and undid my bra. It dropped off, and his hand was on my boob again. Oh JESUS. I think my tongue practically drilled a hole in his teeth when he did that!

He started kissing my neck as he fondled my tit. I could feel a burn, almost a connection, building slowly, connecting my neck with my tit with…down there. His lips dipped lower and lower down my neck. I didn’t know if he was headed where I thought he was, so I made sure. "Yes. Kiss me there. Please." His lips snaked down my neck, down my chest, and latched on to my tit. His hand was still on my other one. I squeaked at the contact. His tongue ran over my nipple, which got erect instantly. Oh GOD did it feel good!

As I moaned and squirmed on the bed, I felt his hand leave my other tit and start moving down my stomach. He traced his hand down my stomach-which tickled, but in a good way-over my skirt, and then went under it. "Wait!" I said.

He stopped his hand moving and backed away from my tit, trying to hide his disappointment. "Undress me, all the way," I smiled. He grinned back. I lay back on the bed and raised my hips, allowing him to slip my skirt and then my panties off. I sat back up, and reached for his shirt. He helped me get all his clothes off. Soon, we were completely naked. After the previous week, it felt right to be that way with him.

I pulled him up to me and kissed him again, pushing my tongue into his mouth. His hand went right between my legs. I did the same thing. I stroked his dick while his hand slipped up and down my pussy. He slipped a finger into my pussy and I jumped.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No," I smiled. "Not at all." He gently slid his finger in and out of my pussy. It didn’t hurt at all. It felt wonderful.

Then he slipped it out, and brought it up to my clit. My legs spasmed, and I jumped again. And, without really meaning to do with it, I really yanked on his dick. Hard.

He came all over my thigh!

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT DAVID

Oh, man, was that embarrassing! That was way too quick!

"Oops," Missy giggled. "I think I got carried away."

"I think that was me," I said. "Do you have any tissues?" She giggled, and retrieved them. I cleaned up her thigh. She pointed me to the wastebasket. Then I came back on the bed.

"Damn," she said in a whisper, looking at my soft dick… "I wanted that inside me."

"WHAT?" I said.

"I wanted you to make love to me."

"You did? You DO?" After hearing that, my dick wasn’t quite so soft anymore.

"Yes," she said, then giggled. "Look, I think he’s waking up."

"If you really want to, I can. I just need a minute or two."