Naked In School

"It just completely fucked up my life."

"Ah, it’s not so bad. I think it might even be fun."

"Easy for you to say," I snorted.

"Look, if there’s anything I can do…"

"You want to do something? Fine. Can you rustle me up a damn catcher?"

"A catcher."

"Yeah, a catcher. You know, baseball?" I said snidely. "I have to try out tomorrow, and now, because Mr. Tilling is an asshole, I have to do it in the nude. And I’ve never pitched in the nude before, and I need to practice it, tonight, because I have no idea if I’m going to be able to snap off my slider with these fucking things bouncing around!"

I could see his eyes bouncing rapidly from my face to my boobs. "Yeah, I can see why that might be a problem. They’re not…er…insubstantial," he stammered. OK, I admit it, I stifled a giggle. It was cute.

"Anyhow," he continued-eyes now locked right on my face, which was cuter-"I have the answer to your problem. Starting catcher, varsity, and that’s last year, too. For a Sophomore, around here, that’s quite a coup. I can catch you."

"Really?" It was the first thing that had gone right since I had gotten out of bed.

"Really. We can do it after school."

"Oh, Mike, that’s great. Thank you. Shit, I don’t know if I want to do it here, though. If I’m having trouble, I’d rather not do so out on the field, before tryouts, where there might be people watching. Word gets around. And I’m going to face enough prejudice."

"Prejudice?"

"As I was just informed, a girl has never played baseball at Westport High."

"Ah. Well, anyway, the field is no problem. We can do it at my house. I’ve got the whole set up, regulation mound, plate sixty feet six inches away, the whole bit. We’ve even got lights if it gets dark. All the guys come over to my place to throw."

"Really? Oh, that’d be great."

"Sure. How do you get here? My place is in walking distance, that’s how I get here."

"Oh, I drive. We live a couple miles away. I’m in Lot C. We can head over there after we meet at the entrance."

"Sounds good. Got your glove?"

"I’m a baseball player, what do you think?" We both laughed. "It’s in my locker."

"Great. See you after school, then."

CHAPTER TWO MIKE

Going into the program was no surprise. I looked forward to it.

Now, it wasn’t the greatest week for me, either. Though I didn’t have to try out, I did have to be there at tryouts to catch the pitchers. Well, at least I could wear the cup, shinpads, chest pads, and mask. Those are "protective equipment," not clothes, so they’re allowed. Plus, we had a game Friday night, so I’d have to be nude for that, too.

So, I could use my little session with Lily to try catching with no clothes on, so that worked out. I was guessing the chest protector was going to itch like hell. Ah, well.

Lily. I thought about her quite a bit that day. A chick pitcher, huh? Well, she obviously thought she could throw. We’d find out. She seemed quite serious about this.

Shit, though, she didn’t look like any pitcher I’d ever caught. She was gorgeous. She had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, a cute little pug nose. She was tall-had a couple inches on me, actually. And she was built. Oh, yeah, her bust, of course-but not just that. I noticed when she was walking nude in front of me that her thighs were like tree trunks. And her ass had a woman’s curves-but I saw the muscles clench up in it and they were prominent. From the waist up, she was all girl-except for her right arm, which did look like it had hurled a few fastballs.

And, OK, yeah, she had boobs. Rather large ones.

Anyhow, I went through the day. It was fine. I got groped a little, that was fine. I didn’t have to ask for relief, because I was pretty mellow about the whole thing. Didn’t mind doing so if I ever felt the need, but I was OK. All right, I admit it-somebody in the girls’ locker room at gym jerked me off to an orgasm. Which might have been one of the reasons I didn’t have to ask for relief.

The day got through, and I went to the exit where Lily and I were supposed to meet and put our clothes back on. She was there waiting for me, glove and clothes in hand. "Hey," I said.

"Hey. Ready to go?"

"Just let me get my clothes." I did-and had to catch up with her, as she was already heading for her car.

We got in and I gave her directions to my place. She drove, not saying a word. Halfway there, I realized she had been moving so fast that I never did actually get dressed. Ah, well, whatever. I did say I was mellow about the whole Program. I was raised pretty liberally, never had any problems with nudity or sex or any of that. So, you know, whatever. It was fine.

"This is it," I told her. She pulled up front. "Come on in. I’ve got to go get some equipment. Come on in, meet my Mom."

She smiled, rather blankly, then it hit her. "Your Mom! Oh, shit, I’m sorry, Mike-I was in such a hurry I didn’t even give us a chance to get dressed. Here, let’s throw this stuff on before we go in."

"What’s the point?" I laughed. "You’re just going to have to strip before you pitch, aren’t you? And I will, too, because I have to catch at tryouts and want to practice, since I have to be naked this week, too. Forget the clothes."

"But…your Mom…"

"My Mom is cool," I laughed. "She’s a child psychologist. Has her office right in the house, see that other entrance over to the side? That’s her office. She schedules her appointments so she’s done before I get off school. Anyhow, Mom says that, because of her job, she has seen everything and anything, and at least twice. And she says the worst thing you can pass off on a kid is repression and guilt. This is a very open-minded house. She won’t get fazed in the least about us walking in like this."

"Well, OK. If you say so." We got out, and went in.

"Mikey, is that you?"

"Yeah, Mom. Come on out and meet my friend." She came on out, and I introduced them. "Mom, Lily Woodard. Lily, Elsbeth Kirkland."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Kirkland."

"Please, call me Ellie." Mom looked at me. "So, I take it The Program hit this week? What, do they make you come home from school naked, too?"

"Nah." I explained the situation.

"Oh, yeah, I can see where that might be a problem," Mom said. "So, you guys want some Coke or something before you head out there?"

"Yeah, that’d be great," I told her. We sat down at the dining room table.

"Yes, please," Lily said.

Mom went to get the stuff, and Marina came down stairs. She walked over and gave me a kiss.

"Hey, Mikey. You looking pretty good."

"I bet you say that to all the guys," I teased her. "Marina, this is Lily. Lily, Marina."

"Nice to meet you." They shook hands. She asked what was up, so we told her what was going on. "Cool. Well, Lily, you’re in good hands-this boy can catch. Have fun. Mikey, where’s your mother?" she asked me.

"Kitchen," I told her. Marina went to find her. "Marina is Mom’s partner," I told Lily.

"Oh. Your mother is gay?"

"Well, technically, she’s bi. I was actually created in the traditional way," I laughed, "by your basic man-and-woman rutting. Though Mom and my father were never married, and he disappeared shortly after the ‘blessed event’. So she’s bi, and says she can love men and women, but I think she’s happier with women. I’ve seen both, and she’s happier with women. And it’s been a while since I’ve seen her with a guy, because she and Marina have actually been together six years now. Marina’s great, she really is a second Mom-and they’re great together. If this ass-backwards state ever got around to legalizing gay marriage, I think they’d consider it."

Just then, Mom and Marina came back in with the cokes. We sipped them for a while, chatting about nothing in particular. Then I said, "Well, we should get out there soon. Let me go upstairs and strap on the ol’ tools, and grab my mitt. Be back down. Entertain her, eh?" I asked Mom and Marina. They just chuckled. And I headed upstairs to get my stuff.

CHAPTER THREE LILY