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 ï>¿Keiko - Naked in School by base212assm Copyright 2002 - all rights
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   Keiko - Naked in School, Monday

   I had a plan.  I'm not saying a very good plan, but a plan nonetheless.

   Over the school's public address system I heard, "Keiko, Keiko Wilson.
Please report to the Nurse's station."

   My pencil made a thunderous sound hitting the floor.  The classroom was
empty except for Mr.  Dennison and myself.  I looked at Mr.  Dennison with
horror across my face.  We both heard some laughter from the class across
the hallway.

   I asked with my voice breaking, "What...  What do they want me for?"

   Mr.  Dennison looked as surprised, "Keiko, I think we both know.  Why
don't you take your things and hurry along.  Delaying this just won't make
it any easier."

   I rose from my desk clutching my book and notebook in front of my chest.
I held my trembling expression until I made it to the hallway.  My smile
exploded as I left Mr.  Dennison's classroom.

   Step number one complete.  I could not have planned it this well.  Mr.
Dennison and the other students accepted the announcement as part of The
Program.  Me, Keiko Wilson, in The Program!  No one would have thought it
possible.  But they accepted it as fact.  I realized I needed to hold my
happiness for later.  Tonight.  Not in school.  I even had to hold myself
from dashing to the Nurse's station.

   The Program started last Fall.  It was quite controversial when
introduced.  Afterall, how would the majority of people react to the plan
of having high school students attending their classes nude.  Not everyone.
Just one female and one male from each year.  Did everyone forget this
rule? Apparently so.  Or they simply were accepting the rules changing
again this year.  With any new program, there are plenty of problems to
work.

   My parents were quite vocal protesting the new policy, but due to their
contract at the university, they could not pull me from public schooling.
Liberals had forced all associate professors to enroll their children in
public school.  My father honors his agreements.  He signed this agreement
before he knew The Program was coming.

   This week, my father and mother were on their Spring Break visiting an
out of town university.  They both hope to land a professorship as far away
from this town as possible.  I was planning on attending Princeton in the
Fall.  My father was trying to get me a better scholarship and internship.
I still did not know for certain which University I would be attending.

   Nurse Magee was only a couple years out of college.  She always wore a
long white nurse's dress with white hose and shoes.  She was quite friendly
with all the students, and I suspect many of the boys who had regularly
felt ill were playing sick simply to see Nurse Magee.  She never pretended
to notice all the attention she received from the boys and male teachers.
She is beautiful, but she never tried to looked glamorous.

   As I entered her nurse's room, I fought a smile.  I was now like the
males cutting class to see Nurse Magee.  Step Two of my plan was more
difficult.  I had to get Nurse Magee to keep a secret.  First, she would
have to believe me, and I had already lied to her.

   Nurse Magee looked up as I entered her little office, "Oh, Keiko. 
Right. The prescription cream, right?" I nodded fearing my voice would fail
me.  As she opened the locked cabinet, she said, "Why don't you get ready
and sit on the table?" Placing my books on a chair, I sat on the
examination table.  Nurse Magee looked quite surprised seeing me sitting on
the table.  "Keiko, I cannot apply the cream with you like that."

   I managed a barely audible, "huh?"

   Nurse Magee looked quite puzzled, "How does your mother apply the
cream?"

   I wished I had done my homework on this cream.  I forgot in all my other
planning.  Thinking as fast as I could, I said, "Oh, I usually apply it
myself."

   Nurse Magee cited as though she was reading, "No student is allowed to
self administer prescription drugs.  A qualified medical personnel shall
administer all prescriptions, when available.  Lacking such medical
personnel, two administration personnel shall be present when prescription
drugs are taken." She added, "Perhaps, you'd prefer me calling some of the
office workers down for you."

   I saw my plan unraveling and I had to stop it quickly.  "No.  No.  You
can apply the cream.  Just tell me what you want me to do."

   Nurse Magee said, "Well, for starters, it would help if you removed your
clothing.  I don't want to get any of the cream on your pretty outfit."

   Oh this was too perfect!  I jumped up and began to strip.  As I folded
my my skirt and blouse on top of my notebook, I wondered, 'What was this
prescription?' I turned around wearing just my plain white bra and panties.

   Nurse Magee smiled, "Keiko, I think you'll have to take something else
off." I fumbled with my bra clasp and felt a tingle as the cotton cups
pulled from my breasts.  Nurse Magee didn't sound happy, "Okay, Keiko,
let's hurry along with this.  Remove your panties so I can apply this
vaginal cream."

   Vaginal cream!

   I should introduce you to two of my closest friends.  My left brain and
my right brain.  My left brain was turning cartwheels, but my right brain
was scolding me and her sister, 'I wanted to do an internet search, but
someone had other things to do!'

   As I pulled off my panties, I kicked my sandals under the chair.  My
only clothing were two hair pins holding my hair in a top knot/bun.

   Sitting on the exam table felt uncomfortable.  I thought, 'Don't the
suppliers of these paper sheets ever go to the doctors themselves?' Nurse
Magee motioned for me to lay back reminding me I might feel a little tingle
at first.  Oh, if she only knew!  I couldn't bare to watch her.  I first
felt the rubber of her free gloved hand spread my labia open slightly. 
Then the coolness of the cream ringed my vagina. With every swipe she
seemed to penetrate a little deeper.  I bit my palm, 'Did she know what she
was doing to me?'

   Nurse Magee finally said, "You can get dressed now."

   I meekly asked, "Do I have to right now?"

   Nurse Magee spun around, "I suppose it might be better it you didn't
wear your panties.  Would that be a problem for you?"

   Still nude on her table, I asked, "Can I tell you something that you
promise not to tell anyone?"

   Nurse Magee stated, "Whatever you tell me is strictly confidential.  I
won't tell a soul.  I promise."

   I blurted out, "I don't want to wear my panties!"

   She smiled, "That's fine, dear, you don't have to.  I just told you
that. It probably would be best to allow the cream to get a little air
under your skirt for a little while."

   I couldn't let her see my face, "I don't want to wear my skirt either."

   Nurse Magee knew me well.  So, she didn't imagine what my statement
really meant.  "Keiko, unless you have some pants in your notebook, I don't
know what else you can wear."

   I stood up and walked towards the chair holding my clothes.  I spun
around before my nerve was lost, "But I don't have to wear the skirt,
right?"

   Nurse Magee was puzzled and had no idea what I meant, "Keiko, you cannot
remain in my office all day.  You have to attend classes.  In fact, your
next class will be starting in a few minutes."

   I repeated her words, "So, I cannot remain in your office."

   She was a perfect straight man for my ploy, "That is correct, you must
leave for your next class."

   I said, "If you insist."

   She insisted.

   When she turned her back to drop the rubber gloves in the wastebasket, I
swung open the door and literally leaped into the hallway.  I was nude in
the hallway of my school.  Just then the bell rung, and the hallway filled
with students.

   Nurse Magee was racing towards me.  I told her, "You insisted.  AND you
promised."

   I think Nurse Magee finally understood, "I did." I allowed myself to
smile to her hiding my face from my fellow classmates who were speechless
at the sight of my body in full display.

   Step Two went better than planned.  But Step Three came all too quickly.
The hallway was filled with my fellow classmates.  They all were staring at
me, afterall, I was nude!  I didn't even have a chance to react to this new
experience.  Amy Cartwright was racing down the hallway to me.  She gave me
a big hug.  I didn't return it.  Hugging another nude female would be too
strange, especially with the crowd gathered around us.

   Mr.  Harrison, the Principal, announced detention for anyone late for
their next class.  The crowd dispersed.  I was frozen to the hallway tile.
"Keiko?  What are you doing?" Mr.  Harrison asked.  Fortunately, the
hallway was emptied.

   I explained, "I thought I would gain a new experience."

   He frowned, "I don't think your parents would approve."

   I attempted to sound confident, "Oh no, you are wrong.  My mother and
father are always encouraging me to try new things.  In fact, they left
this decision to me." Not quite a lie, not quite the truth.  I thought I
was busted when he asked me to his office.

   Mr.  Harrison fumbled around on his computer.  He barely knew the on-
off switch.  I saw him unplug it once before I showed him the little button
to press.  I finally asked, "What file are you looking for?" I knew his
hard drive better then he did.  As an office helper, I've often had access
to his computer.  He wanted The Program database.

   I reached over his arm to press a few keys.  As I did I felt my breasts
skim across his suit coat.  Oh my, my left brain may have swooned, but
fortunately my right brain was in control trying to retrieve the requested
database.

   He paused a long time without a word.  I was almost ready to confess
everything.  I'd be totally embarrassed if the students heard about my
blatant nudity.  I wanted them all to think I was forced to strip by the
rules of The Program.  Nurse Magee knew the truth, and of course, Mr. 
Harrison knew I was not on this week's list either.

   The principal tapped a few keys on his computer.  As he read some of the
highlights of my "permanent" record, he didn't look pleased. Finally, he
turned towards me and asked simply, "Why?"

   I explained how my parents were out of town.  After several months of
watching others gain from their experience, I knew I needed to join The
Program myself as my father would never have permitted me to join.  This
was my sole chance to learn something about myself.

   Mr.  Harrison smiled for a short second.  It was short lived, however,
"Miss Keiko, your father has refused you entry in The Program.  I cannot
permit you to continue."

   This was my worst fear.  Strip and allow the school to see me nude, then
be forced to wear my clothing again.  I would be a two-time failure.  I
felt like crying, but I managed to hold my composure. "Please, Mr. 
Harrison, I voluntarily stripped.  I'm not IN The Program.  I'm just not
wearing clothing.  Isn't this allowed?"

   The man looked pained as he said, "I cannot allow a minor to disregard
her parents expressed declarations.  While I believe The Program was
intended for ladies like yourself, your father thinks differently.  The
parents have the final say in the matter over a minor."

   Suddenly it all became clear; I smiled broadly.  Mr.  Harrison's look
was astonishment by my abrupt change in attitude.  I savored the moment,
"Look at my personal record again, please." He was quite puzzled as he
scrolled up and down through the file.  Finally, I suggested, "Date of
Birth."

   As soon as he read the information he burst out laughing.  He realized
the meaning.  I had just turned eighteen but two weeks ago.  I was no
longer considered a minor.

   Mr.  Harrison had me sign a new form to accept The Program fully.  He
explained, "The lawyers like us to have this consent form.  You can sign it
for yourself."

   I quickly signed the paper without reading it.  Mr.  Harrison demanded I
read the ever word and ask any question I might have.  I only asked, "Does
anyone have to tell my parents what I'm doing this week at school?" He
shook his head indicating it was MY signature on the official form, not my
father's name.

   I promised Mr.  Harrison I would fully follow the rules of The Program
this week.  Mr.  Harrison stated, "Miss Keiko, you are in The Program, but
you still haven't been selected for participation.  You can only be
selected by random draw.  You wrote this random name program for me at the
beginning of the school year.  You will have to alter this program of yours
to allow your name to be drawn.  I'll step out of the office for a few
minutes.  When I get back, if your name is appearing with the others, I'll
chalk the double entries to a programming error.  Are we clear?"

   I beamed, "Absolutely clear, sir."

   We both rose, and I hurried to switch position with him.  In my haste, I
bumped into him.  What a strange feeling, too.  His suit jacket almost felt
like silk against my bare breast and arm.  I knew I had to remember to hug
more well suited men this week!

   I quickly altered the software that I had written to randomly select the
students to be stripped for The Program each week.  I also took the time to
correct the database - Keiko.K.Wilson.status := Volunteer.

   As Mr.  Harrison returned to the office, I proudly selected the option
for one female senior - the screen showed, 'Amy Cartwright Keiko Wilson.' I
giggled as I said, "Oops!  the software picked two students this time."

   Mr.  Harrison smiled, "Well, I guess we'll just have to live with two
then.  Now, hurry off to your next class."

   The women in the office all stopped working as I left.  Maggie shouted
out, "Keep your head up, Keiko!  You can do it!" What she didn't know was I
DID IT to myself.  Hopefully, only Nurse Magee and Mr.  Harrison would know
my secret.

   Walking down the hallway by myself and only myself was strange.  No
books, no shoes, no clothes!  I managed to regain a somber expression
before entering my Spanish class.  Senor Franks was surprised to see me
nude as was the rest of the class.  No one said a word.  So I finally
spoke, "Mr.  Harrison called me into his office."

   "Por favor, en espanola, Senorita Keiko," my Spanish teacher insisted.

   "Senor Harrison me llamo' en su oficina," I replied.

   As is the case for most students in The Program, the teachers called on
them for extra attention.  Senor Franks was no exception.  He decided I was
to read the dialogue for the class.  He called on Victor to read the boy
part.  I was flipping the pages of a borrowed textbook as Victor walked
forward.  I'll admit I always had a crush on Victor. But I never knew how
to attract his attention.  Certainly, today he would notice me!

   When I started the dialogue, I looked at Victor to gauge his expression
of standing next me, a nude me!  Both sides of my brain shutdown instantly.
Victor was nude too!  How could I have forgotten hearing his name called
this morning!  I was speechless.  Victor is gorgeous!  He is a state
wrestling champion in his weight class, and he could have easily taken
another weight division, but he allowed another student to compete who had
a chance to make the finals.  This is Victor - always trying to help
someone else, and today was no different.  Victor leaned towards me and
gave me the first line of the dialogue.

   I've had Spanish since the seventh grade, and Victor's grandparents were
Mexican.  We both managed to breeze through the dialogue once my right
brain managed to convince my left side to shut up - she kept screaming,
'We're naked!  Victor is naked!' We knew this, she didn't need to tell us.

   As we finished the dialogue, the bell rang.  Victor asked, "You're going
to the office next period, right?" I was stunned.  Victor Gomes knew MY
schedule!  He added, "I'm going to the gym.  Do you mind if we walk
together?"

   Mind?  I practically blurted, "No.  I might like the company."

   I wasn't prepared for the hallway filled with students.  The less mature
students had made a tradition of groping the newly nude students in the
hallways.  I squealed when someone pinched me.  Victor responded instantly.
In a blur, he had Bob Freschetti pinned against the lockers.  Bob
Freschetti is not a small man either.  Well, he was small in one
department, but not in height and weight.  Still Victor effortlessly had
Bob Freschetti feet dangling a few inches off the ground.

   Bob Freschetti was talking fast, "It was just a joke, Vic.  Sorry
amigo!"

   Victor dropped Bob Freschetti like a garbage bag.  Bob Freschetti
regained his feet as Victor pulled me along the hallway to a very silent
crowd.  Everyone knew both Victor and Bob Freschetti could be in big
trouble if someone ratted on them.  Fighting is a zero- tolerance
suspension.

   I managed to thank Victor for coming to my rescue.  He turned to me and
said, "Keiko, I know this is more difficult for you than me. Well, probably
more difficult for you than anyone else in school. Don't worry.  I'll be
here if you need anything."

   A white knight for me?  My left brain screamed, 'Hug and kiss the man!'
My right brain replied, 'He's NAKED!' The left side laughed, 'EXACTLY!'
Unfortunately, Victor didn't wait for me to stop debating my own brain.  He
was gone.

   I walked into the front office.  All the workers were waiting for me.
They all hugged me.  While nice and supportive, I regretted not grabbing
Victor and planting a kiss on him moments ago.  The ladies in the front
office barely associated with the other students.  Only a few volunteered
for office work during their study breaks.  Most found the office work
boring.  I spent all fifty-five minutes telling the ladies about my
'embarrassment of being stripped nude.' They were confident I could manage
my week at school without clothes.  They reminded me of how even some of
the meekest students had survived their time.

   When the bell rang, I hurried towards the cafeteria.  The gym was across
the hallway.  I waited for Victor to emerge.

   "Keiko?" I heard his voice behind me.  I had forgotten he had to use the
girl's locker room during his week.  Then my right brain reminded me, 'We
have gym last period.' My left brain was doing somersaults, 'We'll be in
the boys locker room - FINALLY!' My right brain reminded us, 'Actually, we
aren't officially in The Program.  Should we really shower with the boys?'
My left brain answered, 'Certainly. We don't want to let anyone to know we
set this all up, right, Right?' Right brain knew what a humiliation it
would be to be found out now.  We agreed to go.

   "Keiko?" Victor repeated.

   I came out of the left-right brain debate, "Oh, sorry Victor.  I was
just thinking about something."

   He smiled, "How about we sit together for lunch?  We can talk about
what's on your mind."

   Victor stated, "I see you forgot your purse.  Can I buy your apple for
you?" As he glanced towards his wallet on the cafeteria tray.  I smiled
unable to speak for Victor knew what I ate for lunch, too.  He has been
noticing ME!.  I nodded like a silly school girl.  Okay, I AM a silly
school girl, but I AM also a woman who signed her first legal contract a
couple of hours ago.

   As I entered the dining area while Victor grabbed his plastic spork, a
group of guys approach me.  "What do we have here?  The little Chinese
Princess without her satin robe?" I was ready to run for cover.  I knew
they wanted to do some really nasty things.  I could hear it in their
voices.  "Payback for messing the grading curves over all these years," I
was told.

   Victor pushed through this mob with his lunch tray.  He spoke up, "If
you wish to speak to Miss Keiko, you'll have to ask politely.  I was
enjoying her company, and it was quite rude of you to interrupt.  You
should have asked me if you could disturb us."

   Bob Freschetti froze.  When he finally regained his composure, he said,
"Vic, you might be as strong as an ox, but you cannot take all of us. 
They'll deport you."

   I was scared.  I didn't want to start a fight.  I definitely didn't want
Victor to get into trouble either.

   Of course, my hero, Victor said the perfect thing to Freschetti, "I
don't need to take all of you.  All I need to do is place you in an arm
lock and snap your shoulder from its socket.  These guys can do whatever
they like to me afterwards because they won't be able to stop me before
your shoulder pops."

   Bob Freschetti stare into the shorter Victor's eyes promising, "Not
today.  Maybe tomorrow or the next day.  But I'll be ready and you won't."
Then the thug and his pack left us alone.

   I reached over and touched Victor's bare shoulder, "Thank you.  I'm
sorry if I caused all this trouble for you.  You were kind to defend me."

   Victor turned and smiled, "Keiko, don't worry about me.  I'll be fine.
If I may, I'd like to sit with you during lunch all this week." I blushed
as I nodded my head unable to speak, again.

   As Victor and I chose a table a bit from the other students, I finally
noticed the other commotion happening across the cafeteria. Then popping
out of the crowd was Amy Cartwright.  She was doing cartwheels for the
crowd.  When she spotted Victor and I eating together.  She came running
over to us.

   She was talking to us long before she reached us, "Isn't being nude
great!  I mean, total freedom.  I only wished I was picked earlier.  My
mother wouldn't let me go nude until I was selected.  I wondered why it
took them so long to pick me.  Wow!  Keiko, I never expected you to be in
The Program.  I mean your father and all." Before I could utter a word, Amy
continued without stopping for air, "And double WOW! Victor.  I should have
been a regular to your wrestling matching.  But I always thought the
wrestling on TV looked so stupid.  How about you guys, are you loving being
nude as much as me?" Then without waiting for a reply, she turned and
yelled to her audience, "I'm on my way." She left our table without either
Victor nor I getting one word in the conversation.  Amy was repeating her
cartwheels back to the crowd.

   I looked at Victor, and we both started laughing.

   I wanted to tell Victor the truth, but I couldn't.  I waited for him to
speak first.  He did, "Well, I'm not that happy about being nude in school.
Actually, it isn't that big of deal to me.  My wrestling tights reveal most
of me anyhow."

   What Victor may not have know was I never missed one of his home
matches. Little Miss Helpful always volunteered to collect money for the
tickets and quietly watched the matches from all but hidden table.

   I smiled, "I guess Amy missed your wrasslin' with The Rock for the state
championship." Victor laughed.  I blushed, again.

   We talked about all sorts of things, except nudity.  The fact we were
seated without clothes didn't seem to matter.  I lusted for Victor in my
dreams, but I knew I was now falling for him.  And what?  We hadn't even
talked that much before today.  I was too shy or horny or both.  I felt
myself melting into his brown eyes.  Barely awaken by the bell.

   Don't ask me about Physics.  Left brain, right brain, and I were still
mentally in the cafeteria with Victor.  When the class ended, I came out of
my dream.  I was standing in front of the class.  On the chalk board was a
crude drawing of a nude female with what only can be described as a
suspension bridge holding her breasts up.  Mr.  Royer broke my dazed
expression, "Thank you Miss Keiko for the demonstration.  We will need you
to model the apparatus of the various teams later this week." My puzzled
expression spoke for itself, "The Designing a Support Bra assignment.  You
were paying attention weren't you?" I groaned at the thought, but hurried
to my next class.

   I ran right pass Bob Freschetti and his mob.  They didn't say a word. I
noticed them staring, and I must have been a sight, too.  Running with my
breasts bouncing up and down.  Being only half-Japanese, the Scottish side
of my father had left me adequately endowed.  Not large, not small, a
B-cup. But at the moment, a bouncing B-cup!

   English class with Mr.  Zank was not going to be easy.  We were reading
Romeo and Juliet.  Mr.  Zank always had the students act out the readings
in class.  I knew, he would delight in having me be Juliet.  He always
picked on any student who was in The Program.  Male or female, it didn't
seem to matter to Mr.  Zank.  I knew his game too. He would ask for
volunteers to be the actors, but he wouldn't let a naked students not
volunteer for a lead role.

   When Mr.  Zank asked for volunteers for playing Juliet, I have no idea
how my hand went above my head.  My left brain denied doing it.  My right
brain finally confessed aloud, "At least I get to kill myself in the end."

   The class laughed.  Mr.  Zank smiled and thanked me for stepping into a
lead role.  The surprise he gave us all after all the parts were assigned,
"While I won't be trying to put on a production after just a week, we will
hold the readings in the auditorium." He then motioned for the class to
rise and follow him.

   I really attempted to concentrate on my readings.  Shakespeare is
delightful reading, but trying to speak his old English with ease is quite
difficult.  Mr.  Zank insisted each line be spoken quite loud and clear.

   My line was interrupted by the PA system: "Keiko, Miss Keiko Wilson,
please report to the nurse's station immediately."

   For some reason I had forgotten about my semi-daily 'treatments.' I was
relieved to get off this stage.  It made my nudity a bit much for my first
day in the spotlight.

   Nurse Magee was slipping on a rudder glove as I entered her office. She
didn't say a word as I sat on the table spreading my legs apart. The cool
cream was applied in silence.  But even as she fingered the insides of my
vagina, the cream started to warm, no, to burn!  Reflex caused my hands to
grab hers.  I explained the cream was burning.  She looked a bit surprised,
but mentioned that once the cream started to work, I wouldn't feel a thing.
I wondered exactly what sort of concoction I made last night in haste.

   I had to stand at the front desk waiting for a secretary to fill out a
late pass.  I mentioned I was heading to gym for the final period. As I
turned to leave, she called out, "Keiko, remember you should use the boy's
locker room this week."

   My right brain spoke to me, 'Oh my, we almost forgot about that rule,
didn't we?' My left brain was jumping up and down, 'Not me!  We GET to
shower with the guys afterwards!'

   I was late enough to gym that all the guys were already dressed in their
shorts and tee shirts and exercising.  I gave Miss Taylor my late slip. 
She is the girls' basketball coach and only female gym teacher.

   Miss Taylor spoke, "Usually I get an official notice from Mr. Harrison
about the ladies in The Program.  Strange, I had to ask him this week."

   I offered a plausible explanation, "I think this week was the first time
two females from the same class were selected.  Maybe he forgot to send out
both notices."

   She replied, "No, he seemed quite surprised when I asked him this
morning after hearing the names on the PA system.  I asked him whether I
should send you to the boys' class.  He simply said, 'I'll leave it to your
judgment.'"

   Miss Taylor finally decided, "I think it would be better for you to join
the boys this week.  Maybe they will be more used to you, and you to them,
before you all shower."

   I reported to Mr.  Burns, a.k.a.  Coach.  What he coached was a mystery.
Although he preferred to be called Coach.

   We were running track.  Fortunately, Coach took a little pity on me. He
suggested I run on the inside of the track on the grass since I was bare
foot.  He even gave me a head start on the guys.  I decided I might show
some of these guys I could run with the big dogs, too.  So, off I ran.

   "Tweet!  Go get her guys!" Coach told twenty horny guys.  I ran for my
life!  I ran for nearly the whole period.  I was exhausted when Coach told
us to hit the showers.  After running to keep these guys away from me, I
now had to shower with them!

   I keep my hair pinned up during school, and even in the shower - the
girls' shower.  One guy, who I didn't know by name, asked me to let down my
hair for the shower.  I did.  The few guys not sporting erections already,
sprang forward when I pulled the pins.

   My hair is long.  It stops just shy of my butt.  It is often a pain to
have long hair, but I did like my hair long, even if my mother and father
hadn't insisted on me keeping it long, I probably would have kept it long
myself.  As I showered, a few guys were stroking their erections.  I had
seen a few guys get 'relief' in classes, but the sight of several guys
masturbating while watching me was VERY exciting.  I managed to clean
myself between my legs VERY quickly. They didn't need to know how excited
their sight was to me.

   Coach asked me to gather the towels thrown about the locker room before
leaving school for the day.  As I did, the entire Men's' Track and Field
team entered the locker room.  Coach also asked me place a stack of clean
towels on each of the benches.  A few of the guys were halfway through
changing into their track uniforms, and they were quite embarrassed by
seeing me walking around their locker room.  As I pinned my hair back up, I
decided seeing the track team get dressed was a simple reward for me after
having the entire school seeing me nude for the day.

   I started to walk down the hallway towards the Main office near South
exit.  Amy Cartwright stopped me.  She said, "Keiko, you are silly.  Our
clothes are at the other end of the building."

   I said, "Oh, that's right.  The girls' clothing is at the South side of
the building."

   Just as I feared, since I wasn't actually in The Program legitimately,
my clothes were not in the box.  Amy hadn't put on her clothes yet so she
offered to go back inside with me to the Main Office for my clothing.  I
feared she would hear how I lied about being selected for The Program. 
Fortunately, or unfortunately as it may have been, the Main Office was
already closed and locked.  I stopped by the nurse's station and it was
also closed.  Mr.  Harrison was on his way out when Amy called to him.

   The Principal said, "Sorry, Keiko, I think Nurse Magee left a little
early today.  Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked if he would open
the nurse's station for me to retrieve my stuff.  He said, "Sorry, that is
the one room I do not have access.  Nurse Magee should be in early
tomorrow." With that, he left.  He left me standing in the hallway nude
without any means to get dressed.

   Amy, of course, saw things differently, "Oh, you are lucky.  My mother
probably will force me to get dressed on the ride home.  Do you want a
ride?"

   The thought of walking home frightened me.  My bicycle was locked in the
racks, and the key was in my purse.  Not that I could have ridden my bike
home nude.  I don't think I would have survived.

   "Thanks, Amy.  Will your mother mind?" I asked.

   Amy said, "Actually, I don't know if it will be Mom or Davy."

   Davy, or David, is Amy's older brother.  He was home for Spring Break.
Amy mentioned that David drove her to school this morning.  Usually her
mother did the chauffeuring.  Imagine my relief seeing Mrs. Cartwright and
her minivan pull up to the school.

   Amy asked her mother, "Mom, Keiko needs a ride, do you mind?"

   Mrs.  Cartwright barely batted an eye at her nude daughter standing on
the curb.  But when she saw I was as nude as Amy, her eyes grew wide,
"Keiko?  How did you get into The Program?  I never imagine your father
signing those papers."

   Amy had the perfect answer, "Oh, he probably never submitted the papers
in some sort of protest.  He is always protesting something. Isn't he,
Keiko?" I didn't really answer her when I nodded.  Climbing into the
minivan, I apparently was giving the few guys still lingering around the
school's exit quite a show based on their applause.  Amy waved out the
window to them.

   --------------

   Amy and I live next door to each other.  Our parents never quite got
along, and so Amy and I never hung out together.  By most accounts, we
could not be more different.  Amy is quite outgoing, and her new
exhibitionism in school was welcomed.  I was reserved and quiet.  My
exhibitionism was portrayed as unwelcomed, although I had planned it all.

   The ride home was filled with Amy accounts of her day.  I pretended to
be completely embarrassed by the day's events.  I wrapped my arms around my
breasts, and gave one word answers to the few questions asked of me.

   Mrs.  Cartwright pulled the minivan in their driveway.  I thanked her
for the ride and raced to my back door.  The door was of course locked. 
The spare key wasn't under the stone Buddha either.  I had used it Saturday
night and forgot to replace it during all my planning.

   Nude and locked out of my own house, I walked next door to the
Cartwrights to explain my problem.  I wanted a locksmith, but Mrs.
Cartwright warned me they cost a couple of hundred dollars.  I had no way
to pay that much money.  Mrs.  Cartwright simply insisted I stay with them
for dinner and the night.  I could reclaim my purse at school the next day.
I promised to repay them for the food.  Mrs. Cartwright smiled but declined
the offer.

   I realized I had no homework for the first time in weeks.  Amy needed
help in her trigonometry.  I gave her a pretty good lesson, for she finally
could work the problems with ease before we were called to set the table
for dinner.

   I was leaning over table to place the silverware, when the back door
opened, and a loud, "WOW!  What an ass!" reverberated through the house.

   Mrs.  Cartwright immediately scolded Amy's older brother, "David Michael
Cartwright!  That is YOUR sister and our house guest.  Now apologize to the
girls."

   Davy could not help but to stare at my body as he talked sounding very
apologetic, "Amy, Keiko.  I'm sorry for my crude remark.  You both are
beautiful ladies." Amy held her arms crossed tapping her foot. Davy finally
broke his stare of my breasts turning towards his mother in a tired tone of
voice, "How was that, Mom?"

   Mrs.  Cartwright turned to us, "Do you accept his apology, Keiko?"

   Davy was my childhood crush.  I would watch him cut their grass in the
summer from my bedroom window.  He was just one year older than Amy and me.
Probably due to the relationship our parents had, and Davy having a sister
my own age, he simply teased me.  Our relationship didn't exist.  I finally
uttered, "Apology accepted."

   Amy wasn't pleased, "It wasn't like he meant a word of it." She resumed
placing the dishes on the table.  I kept my head lowered but still looking
at Davy look at me.  I saw him smile broadly as he walked from the room.

   Shortly afterwards, deja vous all over again...  Mr.  Cartwright entered
his house, "Damn!  What an ass!" Mrs.  Cartwright whirled around as her
husband squeezed her buttocks.  It wasn't until they ended their passionate
kiss that Mr.  Cartwright even noticed his daughter and next door neighbor
were nude.  He simply smiled and offered his surprise, but added we were
both quite beautiful young ladies.  Amazing how father and son could mouth
nearly the same words but sound so different.

   Dinner would have been strange no matter that I was nude, as was Amy.
The Cartwrights simply dive into their meals.  Food was passed in all
directions.  Four different conversations occurred simultaneously.  I was
completely out of place trying to answer all the questions tossed in my
direction.  I explained how my parents were gone this week, and how I
managed to lock myself out of the house.  They soon placed me at ease,
assuring me that I was a welcomed guest for the evening.

   Amy finally blurted, "I want to go to the mall tonight.  Everyone else
gets all sort of free stuff for being nude."

   My shocked expression was misconstrued.  Mrs.  Cartwright suggested it
would be rude to leave me at home.  I meekly offered, "Actually, I HAVE to
go to the mall tonight.  I'm suppose to work tonight." I had not planned
this event.  My plans were to be dressed LEAVING school.

   Amy was too excited, "Perfect!  We can drive you to the mall to work,
and I can shop!"

   I stuttered, "I..  I..  can't go to work like this."

   Amy thought it was perfect, "Keiko, we'll get all this free stuff from
all the stores.  Doesn't your store give things away?  Which store do you
work at, anyhow?" She grimaced when I mentioned Vincent's Antique Books. 
She summed it up in only a way only Amy could, "You sell used books?" I
couldn't help but to giggle.  Most teenagers didn't know Vincent's shop
existed.  I'm sure Vincent wouldn't like his place being called an used
book store.

   Mr.  Cartwright didn't like the idea of his daughter parading around the
mall 'begging' for hand-outs.  He was ready to forbid Amy from even going
to the mall nude.  I was pleased, until Amy argued back.  I was mostly
shocked that she could use her tone of voice to her father, especially
given the tone of his voice.  In my house, this simply was not done.

   Amy said, "When I got you to sign The Program papers, we agreed that
when I was selected, I could go all day, not just at school or in our home.
Besides ALL the other kids go naked."

   Strangely, Amy managed to bargain with her parents.  They agreed to let
her go to the mall, but she wasn't to ask for anything for free. She was to
charge her purchases, and they would pay the bills.

   I finally broke my silence, "Um, even if Amy is going nude, I don't have
to go nude, too, do I?  Can't I borrow something to wear?" Mrs. Cartwright
looked sympathetic towards me, but she thought it would be best if Amy and
I decided for ourselves after dinner.

   I helped cleared the table to Amy's dismay, and I talked with Mrs.
Cartwright about being reluctant to go to the mall in my condition - nude!
While she insisted it was more my call than hers, she encouraged me to
accept it and enjoy my freedom.  I might have been begging for something to
wear when I learned the Cartwrights have one ironclad rule.  Amy couldn't
wear any of her mother's clothing.  Mrs. Cartwright felt it would be best
if I borrowed clothing from Amy.

   Amy wasn't even listening to my pleas for something to wear.  She was
proud to be nude, and she felt I needed to learn to be proud, too.  I
finally even asked Davy for something to wear.  He laughed.  His clothing
would have been way too large.  Besides, most of his stuff was at college.

   Davy was elected to drive Amy and me to the mall.  I pulled my legs to
my chest as we drove the few miles to the mall.  Amy was hanging out the
window waving at everyone along the way.

   --------------

   The mall had taken a totally new atmosphere since the start of The
Program.  Several teenagers were shopping nude.  At first it was just those
in The Program, but once word got out about the free stuff, more and more
stripped down.  At times it was really comical, especially just before
Christmas.  I saw more adult women shopping nude to get more gifts.  This
was often to the dismay of their children.  A few were not happy with their
mothers parading around nude for gifts, but a few were really upset when
their mothers insisted they too went nude for the free stuff.

   When all this nudity started, Vincent had me paint a sign, "No discount
for no clothing." We had few naked people the store afterwards.

   Amy tagged along with me to see the 'Used Book Store' so she would know
where to find me at closing.  I managed to walk through the mall, but my
feet froze a few yards short of Vincent's shop.  Amy pulled me along as I
looked down at my naked body.

   Vincent greeted us, "Sorry girls.  No discount for no clothing.  Didn't
you see the sign?" I looked up.  Vincent's expression made me think my
plans were all a silly school girl's dream.  "Keiko?  But how?"

   Amy replied to him as I couldn't speak.  She explained The Program and
how we both were selected today.  Then she promised to return before
closing, adding, "Maybe, I'll find a book to read here." She had no idea
the books started at several hundred dollars.

   I was scared.  I was alone with Vincent, and I was nude.  What was he
thinking of me?  Finally, he just said, "Well, Keiko, I guess this is this.
You should sign-in.  Then I need you find the first edition of the Last of
Mohicans.  I couldn't sell it this morning, because I couldn't find it."

   I smiled, "Vincent, you had me arrange all the books by the Library of
Congress catalog numbers.  Didn't you look it up on the computer?" Vincent
is even worst than my principal when it comes to the computer.  Rather than
search on the computer for the number, he searched the print-out he
insisted I made.

   I went into the back of the store to sign-in, no time clock, no
checking, I simply logged my hours and Vincent tallied them at the end of
the week.  He always rounded my hours up.  I knew exactly where the book
was located, but I decided it was time for another computer lesson for
Vincent.  He patiently tried to understand the simple commands.  I even
wrote them down AGAIN.  I then escorted Vincent to the racks.  I pulled the
ladder to the right section, and without thinking twice, I climbed the
ladder with Vincent standing below.  I simply kept explaining everything I
was doing.  When I pulled the book, I glanced down to Vincent.  His mouth
was wide open.  I realized the view I was giving him.  I hurried down the
rungs in total embarrassment.  I couldn't face him as I hide my face while
hiding behind the counter.

   I think Vincent was as embarrassed as I was.  He finally thanked me for
retrieving the book.  He suggested that my nudity was something difficult
for him to get used to seeing.  HIM!  I realized, he was right.  I wasn't
the only one to be embarrassed.  Soon we were laughing about it.  I
reminded him of one customer who insists on holding the ladder whenever I
climb up.  We both suddenly realized why, and those times were with me
wearing full panties.

   As Vincent placed the phone call to the customer who requested The Last
of the Mohicans, I took the time to look through this classic. James
Fenimore Cooper told an excellent tale, and I made a mental note to borrow
it from the library.

   We had one customer all evening - the one to purchase The Last of the
Mohicans.  His eyes were transfixed on the book.  I'm not even certain he
noticed the girl wrapping his treasure was nude.  His eyes were completely
on the book.

   Vincent took his usual break after I convinced him I would be fine alone
and nude in the mall.  I reminded him of the mall Security.  He asked one
of the guards to keep an eye on me while he ate dinner.  The guard was a
bit creepy.  He kept leaning over the counter to get a better look.  All
day long, I get ogled, but the one to creep me is a uniformed guard.  I was
happy to see Vincent return.  The guard didn't leave for several minutes,
but his walkie-talkie summoned him.

   As soon as he left, Amy bounced into the store.  No bags, no purchases.
She was simply spending the evening in the mall to be seen.  When she
spotted the guard leering at me, she placed an anonymous call to the mall
security about a potential shop lifter. Vincent apologized for making me
feel uncomfortable.  I was fine, really I was.  I just didn't enjoy the
guards stares.  I never felt threatened.  In fact, I didn't tell them I had
some jujitsu training.

   Since I had repeatedly begged Vincent to decorate the front windows, he
finally offered me my chance.  He handed me $100 from his money clip, and
told me to buy the supplies I would need.

   Amy was nearly as excited as I was.  She wanted to help.  I couldn't say
no.  I thought I'd enjoy her company shopping for supplies.  As we walked
down the mall, I explained my vision for the store front - the Mystic
Powers of Books.  She reduced it to "Oh, a Harry P0tter thing, right?" Not
exactly, but she didn't need it explained.

   The first store we entered was the fabric store.  The ladies were quite
helpful, although it didn't occur to them I wasn't making a dress.  I
suppose I couldn't blame them.  Two naked girls buying material - what else
would they do with a bolt of fabric?  That is when I realized I was nude,
again.  I was so excited about getting to decorate the window, I had
forgotten I was nude.  My left brain snickered, she knew, but she wasn't
letting it out for fear my right brain would have us run out of the mall
screaming!

   The drug store had all the other supplies I needed.  I spent less than
$25.  My biggest problem was where to put the change.  No pockets!  Left
brain had a nasty thought about hiding the change, but right brain noted
the unclean coins.  I interjected to myself, 'If they were clean, Ms. 
Right Brain would you have agreed?  You are suppose to keep us OUT of
trouble.'

   By the time we returned to Vincent's, it was nearly closing time.
Vincent suggest we get started tomorrow.  Amy called her mother to drive us
home.  I smiled knowing my own parents would never have done so.  When I
got this job, they made it clear, they would not be my taxi service.  So in
nice weather I rode my bike; otherwise, I rode the bus.  The thought of
riding the public bus nude wasn't something I wanted to experience.  At
least not on my first day.

   Perhaps I should have expected something like this.  Afterall, my
parents didn't think much of the Cartwrights.  Mrs.  Cartwright pulled her
minivan to the curb.  She was topless.  Amy was excited, but Amy demanded
her mother shed her pants as well.  Right in the drive at the curb, Mrs. 
Cartwright finished disrobing.  I could never imagine my mother doing the
same thing.  Amy and her mother embraced and told how much they loved each
other.

   Inside their home, I mentioned I'd like to take a shower.  Amy pulled me
passed her parents who were kissing passionately again!  Amy said, "Come
on, I don't want to see this." I thought it was romantic, but I imagined
Amy didn't want to imagine where it may lead.

   Amy retrieved some towels and escorted me to the bathroom.  She started
the shower and gave me my choice of shampoo.  I was tempted to read the
labels, but my left brain spoke, "Your hair always smells nice.  Which one
do you use?" Amy beamed a smile at the words I wished had not come from my
own mouth.  She tossed the tube of shampoo to the floor and handed me the
bottle.  I pulled the two pins from my hair and shook my head causing my
hair to tumble down from its topknot.

   Amy gasped, "Keiko, you have beautiful hair.  Why do you pin it up all
the time?" I didn't have a reason, I just did.  That was how I always wore
it.  Amy lift and release a large lock of my hair allowing it to feather
out.  She smiled at the sight.  Somewhat embarrassed, I retreated to the
shower.  To my surprise, Amy followed.  "We don't want to use all the hot
water.  I think my parents will be showering tonight, too."

   The shower stall was tight for two.  After thoroughly soaking ourselves.
Amy poured a large amount of fragrant shampoo in her hand. When she handed
the bottle to me, I thought I was going to get some shampoo for myself, but
with my hands occupied, Amy started to lather my hair!  I was startled, but
her touch was so gentle.  Sometimes, my mother washed my hair, although not
recently.  My mother washed it more like she was washing a dog.  Hard and
fast.  Amy was slow and deliberate.  After thoroughly lathering my hair,
she declared it was her turn.  I rinsed a few suds from my face, and I
started to shampoo Amy's curly hair.  Her hair was more golden than blonde.
With her hair wet, the curls extended far below their normal shoulder
length.  to the touch, her hair was completely different from my own. 
Different, but still beautiful and a pleasure to run my fingers through. 
We rinsed and repeated the shampooing.

   Rather than bar soap, Amy used some sort of lotion.  When I hesitated to
smear the lotion across my breasts, Amy did it for me.  If I had a place to
jump back, I would have done so.  The tight quarters offered no retreat. 
Amy turned around and asked me to clean her back.  As I almost finished
spreading the lotion on her spotless back, she spun around.  My hand was
holding her breast.  I pulled back immediately. Amy simply smiled.  I
insisted I clean my lower torso, but Amy helped when I bent over.  She
gently caressed my rear.

   After the shower stopped giving hot water, we raced out of the stall.
Amy immediately started to dry MY hair as I dried my body.  She continued
to drip water on the tile.  Once I was finished, Amy took another towel and
wrapped my long hair carefully.  Amy handed me a towel and asked me to dry
her.  I assumed she wanted me to dry her hair as she had done for me.  But
no, she started to dry her own hair. I was left to dry her body.  She even
spread her legs to give me more access.  My left brain wanted to say, 'Oh,
you are pretty from down here, too.' My right brain had managed to gag her
sister brain from actually saying this.  I remained silent.

   With a huge pile of wet towels on the wet floor, Amy suggested we slip
downstairs for a some ice cream.  I simply followed.  We heard moans coming
from Amy's parents room, Amy pulled me along, "Don't even think about what
their doing.  Geez, they are almost forty and they still do IT!  Gross."

   I finally spoke, "I think it is romantic."

   Amy covered her ears, "I don't want to hear that!"

   We laughed as we walked to the kitchen.  As we scooped the ice cream
into two bowls and poured a unhealthy amount of chocolate syrup over them,
Davy returned home.  He wasn't alone.  His old buddy was with him.

   Amy turned around and said, "If you guys want some ice cream you'll have
to get your own." I was shocked that Davy would bring a stranger into his
house knowing his sister would be nude - and of course doubly so, knowing I
would be nude, too.

   Davy's friend was stunned at the sight.  While I felt mortified, I
realized, this guy was probably seeing his first naked females - Amy and
ME! I managed to act as bold as Amy.  We left everything on the counter and
raced back to her room with our bowls of chocolate, er, ice cream.

   Amy and I talked, rather Amy did a lot of talking.  I listened a lot.
She was so excited about finally being picked for The Program.  She had
everything planned out from early in the school year.  What she would do,
what she would not do.  Some girls allowed the boys to finger their
pussies; others allowed the boys to stick their erections partially into
their pussies; and rumors abounded that some girls openly had sex.  Amy had
decided she would allow the guys one at a time to touch her, but she didn't
see any reason to let them go further.

   I, of course, heard the same rumors.  The rumors started early too. One
girl was supposedly gang banged by five, ten, or more guys depending on who
was telling the story.  I couldn't imagine allowing even one guy to do that
to me.  Well, okay, one guy - Victor.  Amy teased me a little about being
in love with Victor.  I tried to deny it, but I admitted to her that I did
like Victor a little.

   With our hair dried, Mrs.  Cartwright knocked on the door to 'ask' Amy
to clean up the bathroom and kitchen before going to bed.  Amy resisted,
but I also insisted on cleaning up since the mess was half mine.  I offered
to clean the bathroom, if Amy cleaned the kitchen. She screamed, "DEAL!" as
she leaped down the stairs.  I wondered if Davy and his friend were still
down there.

   No.  Davy was upstairs getting ready to use the shower.  I was on my
knees mopping the water with the dirty towels when Davy entered the
bathroom.  "Thanks, Keiko.  Amy is such a slob." I spun around, afterall, I
was presenting a rather rude appearance to him.

   Davy was wearing just a towel, and from the looks of things, his
erection was soon going to pull the tucked end of his towel loose.  I
hurried in my cleaning.  Davy simply stepped in the shower and tossed his
towel half over the door.  I don't know how long I was staring through the
frosted glass door, but Amy startled me urging me to call it quits and come
to bed.  I did so reluctantly.

   Amy only has one twin bed.  I suggested it might be better if I slept on
the sofa.  Amy slipped all the way over and motioned there was plenty of
room for the two of us.  I decided I was too tired to insist on making a
bed downstairs.  I pulled my hair over my right shoulder as I laid down on
my right side.  Amy pulled the covers up over us. Her fingers tickled as
they slipped down my side and back under the sheets.



   Keiko - Naked in School, Wednesday

   I awoke confused.  I realized I was in Amy's bedroom, but my mind was
trying to determine what my back was feeling.  A gentle snore informed me
it was Amy.  During her sleep she must have moved across the bed.  I was
barely on the bed.  Her entire body was touching mine.  I feared pulling
away, for I knew I would drop from the bed.  I soon realized she had her
right arm across my waist, too.  I gently managed to free myself without
falling or waking Amy.

   I was standing nude in Amy's bedroom.  I looked at Amy still asleep,
still nude.  I smiled.  Her gentle snore was cute.  She was cute.  Ever
since I was standing nude in the school's hallway, Amy has been there to
support me.  She thought being nude was wonderful.  She had always wanted
to participate in The Program.  It took me months before I fantasized being
nude in school.  Even then it was just a fantasy.  Months more before, I
really wanted to be in The Program; however, my parents forbade my
participation.  My father lead the opposition to The Program.  The vast
majority of parents had decided this was a unique way of getting us all
more accepting of each other.  Nothing to hide.  I agreed.  I decided to
take the opportunity of my parents leaving town for the week to "join" The
Program.  My plan was already derailed.  I was locked out of my house.  Amy
Cartwright and her family took me in their house without question.  I
smiled at a new friend I had in Amy.

   My morning routine was demanding attention.  My bladder made herself
known.  I hurried down the hallway.  The bathroom door was ajar, and I
pushed it wide open.  Davy, Amy's older brother home from college, was
standing in front of the toilet as nude as I was.  Our eyes locked for
several seconds, both of us quite surprised to see the other.  His eyes
started to wander down my nude body.  My eyes dropped to see him holding
his penis.  He had ample opportunities the night before to see every inch
of me, but this was my first time to see him nude.  Tall and lean, he was
attractive.  His penis curved upwards as I stared.

   "Damnit, Keiko!  I can't piss with this erection."

   I managed to apologized, "Sorry, Davy, I didn't know you were in here.
I'll wait outside until you are finished."

   Davy replied, "You might as well use the toilet until I can relax enough
to piss."

   Davy stepped back from the toilet making no effort to hide his erection
from me.  As we switched places, I stood by the toilet waiting for him to
leave.  He didn't.  He simply leaned against the vanity.

   Davy said, "Well?  Are you going to use the toilet or not?"

   I was shocked, "Aren't you going to wait outside?"

   "No.  I was pissing just fine until you interrupted me.  I think it is
only fair for you to see what it is like."

   My bladder overrode the pleas of my right and left brain suggesting
debating points.  I sat down and started to pee.  Davy's eyes widened as I
relieved myself.  When I realized his right hand was stroking himself, my
right brain thought, 'GROSS!  He likes to see someone peeing.' My left
brain thought, 'But he likes seeing us pee!' My bladder finally said,
'Done. Let's get out of here.'

   I wasn't even down the hall when I heard Davy moan loudly.  Having
witnessed a few boys at school get relief, I knew he climaxed.

   Back in Amy's room, Amy was awake, but barely so.  She smiled as she
greeted me, "Good morning Keiko.  I thought yesterday was a beautiful
dream, but seeing you tells me it really did happen. Didn't it?" I
confirmed it had.  We were nude since first period yesterday.  Nude all day
at school.  Nude at dinner.  Nude at the mall where I had to work.  I tried
to frown as I explained my dismay by the events.  Amy smiled broadly, "Nude
in the shower. Nude in bed.  It was wonderful.  Wasn't it?"

   Amy suddenly sprang from bed.  Pulling me downstairs, she explained,
"Mom will be making pancakes this morning.  She promised." But Mrs. 
Cartwright wasn't in the kitchen.  I suggested we could make the pancakes
rather than wake her mother.  I felt like I needed to return the several
favors the Cartwrights had done for me.

   Amy had no idea how to make pancakes.  She also knew very little about
where anything was in the kitchen.  I found the ingredients and started to
mix them in a large bowl.  I tried to explain to Amy how to grease the
griddle, but she clearly had never cooked.  She was amazed I knew.  I was
amazed she didn't.

   By the time we had the first batch off the griddle, the rest of the
household was awake.  Mr.  Cartwright and Davy wore just pajama bottoms. 
Mrs.  Cartwright was wearing the matching top to her husband's bottoms. 
She attempted to take over the cooking, but I assured her I could handle it
as I flipped a couple of cakes on a plate for her to eat.  Everyone really
enjoyed the pancakes too.  I didn't think much of them.  I missed my
family's favorite brands of ingredients.

   Mrs.  Cartwright mentioned, "These are fantastic Keiko.  I didn't think
we had enough batter left."

   I replied, "Left?  I made the batter."

   She looked shocked, "You didn't use the ready-made batter in the
carton?" It seems Amy lack of kitchen knowledge was due to her mother using
prepared food stocks.  "Keiko, you are a wonderful cook." I was tempted to
mention that my mother taught me everything, but I refrained.  My parents
weren't favorite people of the Cartwrights, and I thought it was cruel to
mention my own teachings at home in lieu of Amy's home lessons.  I simply
thanked her.

   I finally suggested, "I should cook something for you tonight! Would you
like that?" I was pleased I thought of a way to thank them all for their
kindness.  I refused to let them decline, too. Everyone seemed happy. 
Well, maybe not Amy when I suggested she could help me cook tonight.

   Mr.  Cartwright reminded us of the time, and Amy and I hurried back
upstairs to get ready for school.  I really expected Amy to dress for
school, but she reminded me she would simply have to undress outside once
we arrived.  She added, "Besides, you don't have anything to wear.  So I'll
go nude like my friend!" I blushed at her calling me her friend.  I liked
the thought.  Only I had hoped she would dress so I might be able to borrow
something to wear for the walk to school.

   Amy laughed, "Walk?  We'll get Davy or Mom to drive us."

   After brushing our hair and teeth, we really didn't need to do much
else. Amy did brush her pubic hair asking me if it looked pretty.  I barely
glanced down at her bush as I said it looked fine.

   Amy sighed, "Yours looks wonderful.  My blonde hair is barely visible,
but your black hair is amazing.  How did you trim it to look like that
anyhow?"

   I was shocked, "I didn't!  It just grows that way."

   Amy was quite puzzled, "Really?  I have to shave mine all the time to
keep it pretty." I openly stared down at her pubic hairs.  She did have
them neatly groomed.  I could tell exactly where she had shaved the
triangle back.  My own bush was naturally narrow.

   Just as we were leaving the bathroom, Amy slipped a little.  "Yuck! What
is that stuff?" I grimaced knowing it was Davy's excitement over watching
me pee earlier.  'Yuck!' wasn't yucky enough to describe my feelings.

   Mrs.  Cartwright was just finishing loading the dishwasher when Amy
asked who was driving us to school.  The mother simply said she would be
ready in a few minutes.  We could get in the minivan and wait for her.  Amy
bounced outside swinging her book bag around in circles.  I couldn't decide
whether I wanted to be outside nude in the daylight or not.  Left brain
kept saying, 'WooHoo!' Right brain kept saying, 'This wasn't the plan at
all.' Left brain won the battle of the feet, but right brain won the battle
of emotions.

   Just as I approached the minivan, Victor came running by wearing just
his jogging shorts and running shoes.  When he spotted Amy and me, he
stopped to greet us good morning.  I was embarrassed to be seen nude
outside of school by Victor.  I cannot explain why.  I spent a good portion
of the day nude with him.  In fact, he was as naked as I.  Today, however,
he was clothed no matter how briefly.

   I think he sensed my discomfort, "Keiko, I'll see you after first
period. I have to hurry along now."

   I blurted out, "You could ride with us." He declined wanting the
exercise.  I frowned a little and mentioned I would see in Senor Frank's
Spanish class.

   As Victor started to jog off, he said, "I'll come by Mr. Dennison's room
right after first period.  We could walk together to Spanish.  Okay?" He
didn't wait for a reply.  I think he knew I would agree.  Amy said he
didn't want to give me a chance to turn him down.

   I told Amy, "I'm not sure I could turn Victor down for anything."

   Amy beamed, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G, Keiko and Victor sitting in a tree..."

   "Amy Sue Cartwright!" was all her mother had to say to stop the grade
school verse.

   Amy hugged me whispering in my ear, "Sorry about that Keiko.  I
shouldn't have made fun of you.  I think you do like Victor, and I know he
likes you."

   "Really?  Victor likes me?" I asked her.

   She pulled back slightly and nodded smiling.  We hugged again.  This
time I felt our breasts squeeze against each other.  It felt odd but nice.

   Mrs.  Cartwright said, "Okay girls, time to go to school." This is when
I realized Mrs.  Cartwright was still 'dressed' in only the pajama tops. 
Her bottom only partial hidden from view until she bent as she climbed in
the minivan.

   As we drove past the North side of the school, I noticed a large crowd
of girls gathered around as Victor ran to the box.  He had his shorts off
in seconds to the cheers of the girls.  He disappeared from my view as the
girls encircled him.  I felt a bit jealous as we circled to the South
entrance.

   A mob of boys waited at our entrance.  Just as we left the van, I saw
one girl nearly in tears as she began to disrobe.  The boys started to
taunt her, too.  I rushed to her side.  I ignored the comments.  I had no
idea who this girl was, but I felt sorry for her.  She started to cry on my
shoulder.  I told her to be bold. Some of the boys were trying to make her
feel bad.  I insisted she not let them win.  She was better than them.  She
looked up through her teary eyes, and she said, "Keiko, I don't know how
you do this.  I thought you never could have done this.  But hearing you so
bravely go through this, I'll try to be as brave as you." I used my bare
fingers trying to clean her mascara tears.  As she finally and completely
disrobed, I used her own panties to clean her face. The guys were not
making this easy for us, but Amy came to the rescue.

   Amy shouted, "Hey guys!  Wanna watch me do a cheer?" Amy had been on the
cheerleader squad for years, but this year she dropped it before she had
heard about The Program.  She wanted to date more, and the cheerleader
advisor wouldn't allow Amy back on the squad once she had a replacement. 
Amy's chance to cheer in the nude were crushed.  This was her opportunity.
The guys immediately swarmed around Amy performing high kicks and splits.

   I snuck the slowly recovering girl in the school doors just as the
morning warning bell sounded ahead of the boys.  Fortunately, the normal
morning gropes were lost to the mob.

   I quickly made my way through the hallway to my first period class.  Mr.
Dennison greeted me, "Good morning", and perhaps I too cheerfully
responded. He added, "I see you are already getting used to the idea of
being nude." I tried to express my displeasure while accepting my
condition. Mr.  Dennison continued, "It looked like you had no problem last
night at the mall or this morning either." I tried to explain everything
while not letting him know my secret of how I was naked by choice.

   We talked for most of the period since my notebook and textbook were
still in the nurse's station.  Just then, "Keiko, Keiko Wilson, please
report to the front office." I stood excusing myself explaining I had to
get my medicine from Nurse Magee.

   Mr.  Dennison, "Strange.  They told you to report to the front office,
not to Nurse Magee." I was puzzled, too.

   On my way to the front office, I passed the nurse's station.  The door
was locked, and no light emerged from under the door.  The ladies working
the front office greeted me by name.  I asked where Nurse Magee was this
morning.  I was told, she went home sick soon after arriving.  She had left
my 'prescription' cream with the front office.

   Mrs.  Brown, one of the office workers, asked me, "Can you apply the
cream yourself?  Or would you prefer one of us do it for you?"

   I decided I would do it myself.  This may have been a mistake.  I was
told to sit on the desk and apply the cream as two adults had to watch.  In
fact, the entire office staff watched as I rubbed the 'vaginal' cream deep
inside me.  I still had no idea what this concoction was.  I had hastily
mixed several creams the other night.  While cool at first touch, the cream
soon heated.  As I rubbed the mixture around, I felt totally humiliated. 
Just then Principal Harrison stepped in the office, "What is going on
here?"

   Mrs.  Brown explained the situation with Nurse Magee absent.  I still
had my fingers inside me as Mr.  Harrison stared openly at me.  He knew
this must have been part of my hoax pretending to be in The Program.  Only
he, Nurse Magee, and myself knew this dark secret of mine.  If anyone else
knew, I would probably be label a slut in seconds.  I couldn't bare to have
that reputation.  I saw the time was nearly for the bell, so I quickly
excused myself and rushed to met Victor back in front of my math classroom.

   While a few boys stood around me asking all sorts of embarrassing
questions, I worried someone would ask to finger my pussy.  What would he
think since I've just finished applying a generous amount of cream.  Would
he think that was my own juices?  My right brain nearly fainted at the
thought.  My left brain saved us - me.  She screamed inside me, 'Victor is
coming!'

   As soon as Victor pushed his way to the front of the crowd, the crowd
quickly broke apart.  Victor apologized, "I'm sorry I was late.  I had some
of those 'reasonable requests' myself." I broke eye contact to see Victor's
erection.

   Jealousy was not my emotion.  Outright rage!  I had mixed thoughts, 'Who
touched MY Victor?  Did he enjoy them touching him?  Would I ever get to
touch him?'

   As we entered Senor Franks classroom, the teacher mentioned Victor's
growing problem, "Will you be needing relief?"

   Victor insisted he would not, but Senor Franks wasn't about to listen.
He simply started to name some of the other girls who Victor could ask to
help.  While I fumed at the thought of allowing another girl to relieve MY
Victor and my right brain tried to rationalize the situation, my left brain
volunteered!  Everyone was shocked, but no one more than myself.  Victor
accepted my offer.

   I whispered to Victor, "Tell me how."

   He simply set a rhythm by holding my hand on his erection.  When I
started to pick up the rhythm, he let go of my hand to support himself
against the teacher's desk.  I must admit I was complete in awe at the
sight, feel, and sounds.  Once he climaxed, the odor was surprising sweet
to my senses.  His erection softened slightly as I continued to pump
watching the last bit ooze from his penis. Victor placed his hand on my to
stop my motions.  Victor helped me to my feet whispering, "Thanks, Keiko,
You did a wonderful job." I smiled.

   Senor Franks suggested I wash my hands across the hallway.  I did spend
a little extra time alone in the restroom masturbating myself until I
realized I was using the same hand I had used on Victor.  Perhaps a silly
schoolgirl thought, my right brain asked, 'Could we get pregnant this way?'
Unfinished, I washed my hands and returned to class.  Victor was reading to
the class.  I entered on cue.  I stood right next to Victor reading the
book he held.  We constantly brushed against each other.  My nipples
hardened as I wondered if everyone could tell how much I enjoyed being next
to Victor, both of us nude.

   Victor escorted me to the front office where I work on my study break.
Bob Freschetti stood momentarily in my way, but after a quick look towards
Victor, he moved to the side.

   Victor said to me, "I'll meet you after this period for lunch, okay?"
This time, my right brain was telling me to accept, but my more impulsive
left brain planted a kiss on Victor's lips.  We raced away before sensing
his reaction.

   The ladies in the office had seen it all.  They assured me Victor was
smiling as he left.

   Part of my duties in helping out in the Front Office is to run notes to
and from the office and classrooms.  Yesterday, I spent most of the time
simply talking with the ladies who were suppose to be working.  Today, it
was back to business as usual, except I was still nude.  I was immediately
handed a couple dozen notes for various teachers and students throughout
the school.  I didn't even consider this when I planned on my 'enrollment'
in The Program. The only thing that would have exposed me to more students
and teachers would be an assembly.

   I often had to wait for the teachers to read and respond to the notes.
The entire time I had to stand nude in front of their class.  As part of
The Program, I was also expected to submit to 'reasonable' requests.  Most
of these were simply questions.  While I waited for the responses, I was
inundated with questions.

   "Why did you always wear your hair up before today?" Just always have.
"Why didn't you cut your hair short?" Just never did.  I like it long. "Do
all Chinese girls have black pubic hair?" I do not know.  I'm half
Japanese, half Scottish. "Do you shave my pubic hair?" No.  It just grows
that way. "Do you shave my legs?" Yes, but it grows slowly. "Do you enjoy
being nude?" No.  (No one said I had to tell the truth!) "What was the most
embarrassing thing for you to do?" Sing.

   Fortunately, no one asked to grope me.  Many had already done that to
previous girls and the novelty had worn off, somewhat.  Sure there were
still a few guys wanting to feel up every girl, but they were fewer and
fewer.  The girls learned a valuable trick.  We could ask the nude guys to
let us touch their penis.  So many gals would pump their erections and stop
just before the guy received any relief.  The guy had to stagger down the
hallways in a world of pain and shame.  One guy always seemed to be
finishing himself off as the final bell rang for the next class.  He gain
the reputation as a constant masturbator.  All the girls giggled.  I never
dared joined their teasing, but I enjoyed the giggling.  Just returns.

   I finished my errands just before the period ended.  So I was excused a
few minutes early to lunch.  I walked to the girls locker room remembering
Victor would be showering with the girls as part of his Program.  I walked
down the ramp and turned towards the showers.  I could have died right
then. Six nude girls were washing Victor!  One gal, Marilyn, was kneeling
in front of him giving his genitals too much attention.  When Victor
spotted me standing there watching he quickly persuaded the girls to stop.
Marilyn didn't look happy about it either.

   He quickly dried himself, as his hair is very short, he barely needed to
wipe the towel once to completely dry.

   He took my hand, and I soon found myself wrapping my arms behind my back
as Victor pulled me tight against him.  We kissed.  We kissed passionately.
I had never kissed anyone for more than a quick smooch before this.  This
was a real kiss.  We only stopped when the bell rang.  A few girls were
standing and watching us, forgetting to dress themselves.  The punishment
for not getting dressed in the required time was that you had to spend the
rest of day with just the clothing you had on as the bell rang.  Two gals
screamed realizing they had only a towel.  The other three weren't so
lucky. I smiled.  Marilyn had a reputation in school, but she had never
been selected for The Program.  She was now going to be nude for the rest
of the day.

   In the cafeteria, Victor and I sat together, closely together.  We snuck
kisses in between taking bites of our lunch.  There could have been several
hundred students in the cafeteria that day, I knew of just one other -
Victor.

   Just as the bell rang, Amy bounced over to greet us, "Hey you guys!  I'm
having a great day.  How about you two?"

   Victor answered for us, "Wonderful!"

   Amy said, "I didn't think it could be better myself, then I saw Marilyn
running through the lunch room!  She is such a slut.  Sorry, but she is."
We smiled at Amy not telling what had happened.

   Amy said, 'Oh, Keiko, my Mom will pick us up a little later today. I
promised the Photography Club I would pose for them.  Oh, do you want to
model with me?" I declined knowing there was enough evidence of my nudity
in existence.

   Victor walked me to Physics, and we kissed goodbye.  If I had been
daydreaming yesterday in Physics, today, I was lost in another world.  The
bell rang shaking me back to reality.  What was I wearing?  I had ropes and
strings all over my upper torso.  What had happened?  Then I remembered,
the Support Bra assignment.  Silly for me to be the model as my B-cups
hardly needed additional support I thought as I tried to untangle myself
from the knots.

   Mr.  Zank was a little upset with me.  I had forgotten we were meeting
in the auditorium.  I was late after finding an empty classroom.  We
continued to read Romeo and Juliet.  Mr.  Zank insisted I act much more
dramatic than the part called.  But after a little bit I started to enjoy
it.  That was until I was in bed with Romeo.  Mr.  Zank insisted my Romeo
strip before laying next to me.  Just as we started the debate of
nightingales versus morning larks, the PA system declared, "Keiko, Keiko
Wilson, Please report to the Front Office." Mr.  Zank was quite upset as I
made my exit in haste.

   Oh, in my delight to leave the stage, I had forgotten the reason. I soon
remembered as the ladies in the front office had clear the counter for my
afternoon 'vaginal' cream application.  It wasn't a real prescription.  It
was some concoction I made from several different types of creams from my
parents bathroom.  The jar was a discarded prescription my mother had used:
Kim Wilson, but the label simply read K.  Wilson.  The school never
checked.

   With Nurse Magee absent, two adults had to witness me taking the
prescription.  I had several extra witnesses.  I was told to ensure I
applied it liberally per the directions.  I was two fingers deep when
Principal Harrison walked in the office.  He stopped watched, smiled, and
continued along.  Bob Freschetti was behind him.  He stared until the
principal scolded him to hurry along.

   My last class of the day was gym.  Normally, I enjoy the exercise, but
yesterday I was running for my life.  Well, maybe not literally, but I was
certain I was running to keep my virginity intact.  Today, Coach had us
running the hurdles.  Since only a few can race at a time, I had an
audience at each hurdle.  I tried to ignore their comments at my very
unladylike hurdling position.  To add to my humiliation was the hurdles
were much taller than the girls hurdles.  Hitting the hurdle hurt my bare
feet.  Clearing the hurdle took everything I had.  Legs spread wide.  When
I stumbled halfway over the last hurdle, I hit the hurdle hard.  I fell
down. My hands went to my crotch.  It hurt.  It hurt bad.  Coach insisted
on inspecting for real damage.  Everyone else got quite a view, too!

   Even though I was ready to walk it off, Coach insisted on having some of
the guys carry me to the bench.  I was given a water soaked towel to ease
the pain.  So I watched the remaining boys run while I had a towel crammed
between my legs.  The towel was wet and some of the cream concoction had
oozed on it too.  I quickly folded it and hide it away.  I imagined someone
would think it was my own juices.

   Since I was feeling better, I was drafted in collecting the hurdles with
a couple of the guys.  Everyone else hurried to the showers.  The bell
rang, and I was alone to collect the remaining hurdles.  I was a complete
mess as I finally walked back through the gym.  There were a few guys in
the gym wrestling even thought the season was over.  I turned around and
saw Victor.

   I asked, "Why are you practicing by yourself?"

   Victor smiled to melt my heart, "No guy will wrestle a nude guy."

   I reminded him that the ancient Greco-Roman wrestlers did.  I jokingly
suggested, "How about the best of two falls?" He surprised me by agreeing.
Both sides of my brain decided, 'Why not?'

   We playful circled each other.  Victor darted really fast.  I knew he
could toss me around like a rag doll.  But he preferred to play. When one
of the guys noticed us, and called out, "Get her Victor!" Victor lunged at
me in a very unwrestling move.  My jujitsu training from years past simply
reacted.

   Wham!  I had tossed Victor over my back!  The guys immediately started
to hoot and holler.  Victor was completely surprised, but he rebounded
instantly.  Fortunately he was smiling.  But that was bad for me.  I
stopped wrestling to admire his smile.  The next thing I knew, Victor had
me wrapped from behind.  His arms locked my arms against my torso.  I've
seen Victor wrestle enough to know I could be kissing the mat hard in a
split second.  I squirmed but he held tight, not hard, just tight.  He
wasn't trying to flatten my face as he might a real wrestling competitor.
The rest of the guys in the gym were really cheering.  I managed to wrap my
foot around his leg, and that is when I felt his groin firmly in my crack.
I must have turned three shades of red, yet Victor could not tell my
embarrassment.  I don't think the guys realized what was happening either.

   Someone said something that distracted Victor.  I had my foot perfectly
placed to toss him off balance.  Unfortunately, I had no way of controlling
the fall.  I'm certain Victor decided to roll us so he would take the brunt
of the fall.  As he did, I managed to spin around.  Laying on top of him he
realized I thought I might actually have him pinned, but in the split
second we were rolling around on the mat.  I had nothing to do with the
decision of when we would roll or which direction.  Victor was in complete
control. I did managed to spin again.  This time I was face down on the mat
with Victor laying lengthwise on me.

   "TWEET!  Victor Gomes get off that girl now!  What the hell do you think
you are doing?" Coach was completely puzzled.  Victor and I were laying on
the mat laughing.

   I finally got up and ran to the showers.  What was everyone thinking? 
We were rolling around on the mat nude!  Alone in the showers, the boys
showers, I managed to relieve my own sexual tensions.  Once I started, I
knew no matter what I had to finish. When I heard voices approaching, my
legs buckled slightly. Finally!

   I met Amy outside just as her mother arrived.  As we climbed in the
minivan, Amy kissed her mother and immediately started to relive her day.

   When I was asked how my day went, I decided to leave out the details. 
After finishing my abbreviated day, I added, "Oh, Mrs, Cartwright?  Could
we stop at the grocery store on the way home?  I wanted to get some things
to fix dinner for you all."

   She replied, "Keiko that really isn't necessary.  I was thinking of
ordering a pizza tonight."

   I exclaimed, "Oh, please let me make a pizza for you!"

   Amy stated as fact, "Keiko, you don't make a pizza.  You order a pizza.
Silly girl." Mrs.  Cartwright and I started to laugh.  Amy was confused,
"What's so funny?"

   Mrs.  Cartwright decided it was time for Amy to learn something about
cooking.  She turned the van around to the grocery store.

   In the parking lot, Mrs.  Cartwright handed Amy a credit card and
reminded her to only purchase supplies for the pizza, no midnight snacks. I
asked, "Aren't you coming in with us?  I don't know what you might already
have in your kitchen." I realized, not much, after the pancake batter
question this morning.  Mrs.  Cartwright declined and told us to hurry
along.

   Then Amy reminded her mother, "Mom the grocery store has never allowed
me to use your card before.  Remember last time?"

   Mrs.  Cartwright said, "Well, how about we do the pizza tomorrow then?"

   I wondered aloud what the problem was getting everything now.  Amy
pointed to her mother's lap, "Mom is bottomless." I pulled myself around to
see that she was in fact just wearing a sleeveless blouse.

   I laughed reminding her, "Amy and I are stark naked!" I added a bit of
untruth, "If I can go inside nude, I would have thought you could. 
Afterall, isn't Amy your daughter?  Where does she get her exhibitionism
streak from anyhow?"

   Together, mother and daughter replied, "Father." "Daddy."

   Mrs.  Cartwright finally decided she could go inside the grocery store
with us.  Amy tried to get her mother to leave the blouse in the van, but
Mrs.  Cartwright compromised by unbuttoning the blouse.  While I've seen a
few ladies at the mall bare themselves, I really looked at Mrs. 
Cartwright's breasts.  I could not imagine more perfect breasts.  Her
nipples pointed slightly upward.  We had every guy in the produce
department tripping over themselves to help us.  An older woman was in
shock as we purchased some seafood. Amy wasn't happy about my selection of
fish, but she accepted her mother's decision to let me pick out whatever I
needed.  I did have Amy help me pick the cheese.  She didn't see how a big
chunk of chess would melt evenly across the pizza.  You would have thought
three women could manage to carry two bags of groceries to the car, but we
had three bag boys fighting over who was going to help out.  Amy was
delighted; Mrs.  Cartwright was understanding; I was amazed!

   We pulled into the Cartwright's driveway just as Mr.  Cartwright step
from his car.  Amy raced to greet her father.  He swung his nude daughter
around has they exchanged a tender kiss.  Mrs. Cartwright asked Amy to help
me with the groceries, but her father was having too much fun swinging her.
Once Mr.  Cartwright saw what Mrs.  Cartwright was wearing, not more
exactly not wearing, he told Amy to hurry along and help.  As Amy's parents
embraced, the blouse was slipped from her shoulders and puddled at her
feet. Amy told me, "Come on, they are likely to be kissing out here for a
long time!"

   I started to unpack the bags as Amy watched in complete wonder. Amy had
no idea where anything was in the kitchen.  I managed to find the cheese
shredder and put Amy to work.  She was in awe that the thing worked!  I had
the flour and other ingredients for the dough all mixed as Amy finished the
last bit of cheese.  We both worked the dough.  Amy and I were covered in a
light dusting of flour.  While we waited for the dough to rise, we chopped
the onions, peppers, mushrooms, and tomatoes.  I agreed to only place the
seafood bits on only half the pizza in case Amy didn't like it.

   After I stretched the dough over a pizza pan, I showed Amy how to spread
the tomato sauce with her fingers.  Somewhere we got silly. She started
flicking the tomato sauce at me, and I returned it. Amy then took her
completely sauced-hand and cupped my breast.  By the time Amy's parents
entered the house (had they been kissing all this time?), Amy and I were
covered.  We quickly finished preparing the pizza and popped it in the
oven. Mrs.  Cartwright sent us up to shower before dinner.

   I tied my hair up to avoid getting it wet as Amy got the water running
hot.  Again, she insisted on showering together.  We were quite a mess, and
we scrubbed each other clean.  Amy insisted I wash her since I was the one
who got her dirty.  I know I wasn't the one who got tomato sauce through
her pubic hair, but I was the one cleaning it.  Amy showed me the same
intention, maybe more.

   After the shower, we had a wonderful rub down of some nice smelling
lotion.  Amy played with my long hair after I let it back down.  I liked
her touch.  I liked it a lot.  I tried to imagine Victor touching my hair
like she was doing.

   The pizza smelled great!  We passed Davy entering the house at the foot
of the stairs.  He took a whiff and looked quite puzzled.  I explained,
"Pizza."

   He said, "No, it's fishy." Looking at Amy and me, actually looking low
at Amy and me.  I started to laugh.

   I can't tell you how the seafood pizza tasted.  The Cartwright devoured
that half of the pizza.  The veggie side was terrific.

   Davy offered to drive Amy and me to the mall.  I had to work, and Amy
could not get enough of being seen nude in public.  She also wanted to help
me with my store window.  Mr.  and Mrs.  Cartwright insisted us kids forget
about cleaning up and enjoy the mall.  On the ride to the mall, Davy
explained their parents meaning - they were going to make love and they
prefer us out of the house.  Amy simply said, 'Eew, don't say things like
that!" I thought it was romantic.

   As we waited for a light to change, I mentioned how beautiful Mrs.
Cartwright's breasts looked.  This time it was Davy, "Please don't make me
start thinking of my mother that way." Amy laughed.  I suppose it is
strange to see your mother or father nude.  I probably never would know.

   Amy came to Vincent's Antique Book Shop straight away.  We cleaned out
the window box of its simple sign, and started trading some ideas.  Amy
seemed to understand my 'Magic of Books' theme better. Not Harry P0tter. 
We used some threads to suspend books as if they were flying.  Vincent made
certain we used less expensive books, but he still checked each one to
ensure it wouldn't be damaged. The window box barely held two people, but
when Vincent came in, we were packed.  Vincent seemed to not mind being
crushed by two nude, young ladies.  What I didn't realize was we attracted
a small audience standing outside the store.  My right brain attempted to
count how many times I had bent over.  My left brain seemed to have the
answer right away, 'Twenty-three!  And you forgot to bend at the knees!'

   Vincent was quite pleased with the display, but we both knew our
customers probably would not even notice.  No matter how good it looked.

   Victor gave Amy several dollars for helping.  She sprinted down the mall
knowing exactly what she was going to buy.

   I finally had a chance to explain to Vincent how Nurse Magee had locked
my clothes up again today.  I still didn't have a chance to find anything
to wear.  He said, "That's okay.  I'm starting to get used to you not
wearing clothes." I shook my head wondering if he had any idea that maybe I
wasn't used to being seen nude!  He probably never thought of it in those
terms.  That's Vincent.

   Amy returned an hour later.  She was simply bubbly.  I was up on the
ladder when she returned.  I asked, "I though you were going to buy
something."

   Amy insisted she had.  "You need to come down here to see."

   As I stepped down I could now see her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and
dyed pink!  She insisted I look closer.  When I finally agreed, I saw a
small piece of jewelry clipped to her clitoris.  I thought is was pierced,
but Amy showed me it was just slipped on. Vincent and I were watching Amy
trying to clip the little jewelry back in place.  She was having a
difficult time, too.  Finally, Vincent suggested I help her.

   Kneeling in front of Amy, I had to figure out how the clip worked. It
took me a few minutes to finally get it secured.  Vincent excused himself.
He left walking a little strange.  Amy whispered to me, "I think he enjoyed
your show."

   I asked, "What show?'

   Amy informed me that men do like women touching each other.  I thought
it strange.

   At closing time, Davy found the store.  He had no idea this place was
here.  Hardly anyone did.

   Amy showed off the window, as I helped Vincent close for the evening.

   Amy and I each grabbed one of Davy's arms as he escorted us to his car.
On the way, I asked, "Davy, I hope you don't mind me asking, just say so if
you do, but do you like seeing two women touching each other?" The whole
ride back I asked questions and Davy answered.  Back in the driveway, Davy
just sat in the car as Amy and I walked to the house.

   Amy whispered, "I think you got him so horny he can't get out of his
car."

   We giggled as we ran through the kitchen to the stairs.  By the way, the
dishes were all still laying on the table, and no sign of Mr.  or Mrs. 
Cartwright.

   Amy suggested we wash our hair again tonight.  Afterall, we had crawled
around in a dusty window box for more than an hour.

   This time we sat in the bathtub rather taking a shower.  Sitting with my
back to Amy, she shampooed my hair with great care.  The shower wand felt
wonderful as Amy would rinse the suds.  I was in heaven.  When we switched
places, Amy sat much closer to me, and her wiggles caused her butt to rub
against my pelvic bone.  She often leaned back pressing her back against my
breasts.  She was enjoying her special treatment as well.  When I declared
her hair done, she reminded me that we forgot to shampoo ALL of our hair.

   I was puzzled, so she squeezed a small amount of shampoo into my hand
guided it to her pink pubic hair.  I amazed myself as I lathered the small
bit of shampoo.  It felt strange, but she felt soft and wonderful.  When
Amy turned around to shampoo my pubic hair, she did so kneeling on all
fours.  Well, on threes, her fourth was massaging me into heaven.  I
finally decided to give in and let her work her magic.  Between my flushed
face and smile, I think Amy knew what she had accomplished.  She smiled.

   We dried each other thoroughly, and my right brain had to tell Amy, "If
you continue to dry me there, like that, I'll only be getting wetter
again." Amy started laughing.  I've never talked that way before, well, at
least never aloud.

   This time, I insisted we clean the bathroom before leaving.  Even though
it was a little early, we decided to go to bed.  Amy wrapped the linen over
us, and her arm and hand rested on my side and stomach.  She was laying
right up against my back.  Even though it was a warm night, her body warmth
felt wonderful.  I remembered Victor laying in much the same position
earlier this afternoon.  I fell asleep unable to answer Amy's endless
questions.



   Keiko - Naked in School, Wednesday

   I awoke with Amy draped across me.  The linen covering us last night was
gone.  Amy's body had kept me warm all night.  I didn't want to move.  I
felt completely confused.  I wanted Victor.  I wanted Victor in the worse
way.  Yet I enjoyed the feel, sight, smell, and sound of Amy laying so
close.  Yes, Amy's muffled snores were endearing to me.  I was confused,
but I was enjoying whatever it was I was feeling.

   As Amy awoke, I laid quietly hoping she would just lay close and wait
for the alarm to sound.  She didn't.  Her hand traced itself along my side.
From my hip to my shoulder.  She then fingered her way down my upper arm.
Where my elbow turned my forearm under my head, Amy fingers wander from my
arm to my breast.  I was surprised by her light brushing across my erect
nipple, so sensitive to her touch.  When she realized I was now awake, Amy
whispered a good morning to me.  I rolled back against her and returned the
morning greeting.  This only caused her free hand to brush against my other
breast.  As I didn't pull away, Amy cupped my breast and gave me a light
kiss.

   My right brain must have still been asleep, there is no other
explanation.  Left brain was in control.  I returned her kiss a bit more
passionately then hers.  This started us into a kissing frenzy.  I had
heard of French kissing of course, but I had never stuck my tongue into
someone's mouth, nor theirs in mine. Although, Victor and I might have gone
further yesterday if time had permitted.  So, my first French kiss was with
Amy.  I liked it. My left brain without any practice seemed to know what
was required.  Amy soon was crawling on top of me.  Her lips glued to mine;
her hands glued to my breasts; even her legs intertwined mine with her
thigh pressing slightly into my pelvic bone.

   BRRRRRING!  Amy slapped the alarm clock off the side table and shouted,
"Damn!"

   The door swung open and Mrs.  Cartwright said, "Okay you two sleeping
beauties, it's time to get ready for school." All I could was smile at Amy.
We crawled out of bed together.

   We ran around this morning eating breakfast and brushing our teeth.  No
time to fool around.  I can't figure out why we were running late.  We were
up at the first alarm.  We didn't need any time to dress.  Afterall, I had
no clothes, and Amy was certain to not wear clothing until forced to do so.
Even Mrs.  Cartwright might as well have been nude.  Her sheer, short robe
hid nothing, and even if wasn't sheer, she had no belt or other means to
close it.  Mr.  Cartwright had spent most the morning hugging and kissing
his beautiful wife.  I smiled as I watched Amy's parents still passionately
in love after all these years.  I knew I wanted that same feeling.  Davy
hadn't managed to come down for breakfast yet. Mrs.  Cartwright mentioned
how he was out late last night.

   Amy grabbed her book bag.  I had nothing.  I reminded myself to stop at
Nurse's Magee station first thing.  I really needed to retrieve my purse to
get my house keys.  The Cartwrights were so nice to allow me to stay with
them.  They expected nothing in return, but I felt obligated to find
someway to repay them all.

   Mrs.  Cartwright told us to get in the minivan, and she would be along
shortly to drive us.  A few minutes later, Mr.  and Mrs. Cartwright
appeared together in the driveway.  Mrs.  Cartwright was still dressed in
her sheer robe.  Just then Victor came jogging up the street.  I waved at
him, and he came over to greet us.  No kiss.  Just a wonderful smile and a
good morning.  Even though he would be as nude as I was at school, Victor
jogged wearing his sneakers and shorts.  Nothing else.

   After Mrs.  Cartwright gave her husband another kiss, she turned to see
Victor smiling at her.  She said, "Oops!  I probably ought not drive to
your school wearing this." Mr.  Cartwright agreed and slipped the robe from
his wife's shoulders.  She was smiling at her husband simply 'helping' her
with her request.

   I asked Victor to ride with us, "If that would be okay with you Mrs. 
Cartwright."

   She smiled, "If he wants a ride, we seem to have strict dress code this
morning."

   Victor wasted no time shedding his shorts to the driveway.  Mrs.
Cartwright simply smiled and climbed in the minivan.  Amy, Victor, and I
scrambled in as well.  We all sat together in the middle bench.  Amy at the
far window, me in the middle, and Victor to my other side.  I wrapped my
arms over their shoulders and pulled them closer, "Thanks.  You all are
making this week much easier for me. Mrs.  Cartwright can I cook dinner
again tonight?  And if possible can Victor join us?"

   What could she say as she looked in the rear view mirror seeing me smile
with my eyes pleading for her to accept.  "Okay Keiko.  Give me a grocery
list, and I'll get the food on my way home." Amy opened a notebook and I
wrote down all the things I would need for a special recipe my mother had
taught me.

   Before Victor climbed out of the van at his entrance, he turned to thank
Mrs.  Cartwright for the ride.  He promised to walk me to Spanish class. 
Then he leaned to kiss me.  Left brain took control. My tongue found his,
but for a brief moment.  He was smiling as he backed out of the van never
breaking eye contact with me.  Mrs. Cartwright mentioned how happy Victor
and I looked after our kiss.

   Amy piped up, "I think they were Frenching." Mrs.  Cartwright thought
her daughter was a bit rude for saying this and asked her to apologize to
me.

   I attempted to ease the situation by saying, "No.  Amy was right.  I
think maybe I've been having too many lessons lately."

   Mrs.  Cartwright didn't see me smiling at Amy.  She said, "Oh, sorry
about Mr.  Cartwright and me.  I don't know what has gotten into us
lately." Amy and I started to laugh realizing her mother had no idea.

   Amy kissed her mother good-bye, and Mrs.  Cartwright wished me a
good-day.  I responding by giving her a light kiss full on the lips before
climbing out of the van to a LARGE crowd gathered at our entrance.

   The younger girl who was crying the day before was standing in her bra
and panties trying to delay the inevitable.  She wasn't holding up well to
the jeers of the boys.  I looked to Amy, and Amy knew she was on stage,
again!  As Amy distracted the guys who admired her pink pubic hair trim, I
hurried to the girl's side.  I then realized why she was delaying.  Most of
the photography club was there taking pictures of her strip tease.  I
simply unhook her bra, and as she started to remove it, I pulled her
panties to the ground.  She stepped from them, and we raced to the school
doors. For those distracted by Amy's impromptu cheers, they would have the
school's website to see me stripping this poor girl.

   I saw Nurse Magee in the hallway across the court from the offices.  I
called out to her, "Nurse Magee!  I left my stuff in your office Monday.  I
really need them.  Can I get them after school?" She assured me I could. 
Being seen carrying clothing would mean the other students would know
something was different with my unexpected entrance to The Program.  I
couldn't bear to think of what the other students would think of me
spontaneously joining The Program and stripping freely.

   Mr.  Dennison didn't seem to mind I didn't have my books.  Rather than
me doing my independent study mathematics, we talked about The Program. 
His own daughter Linda attended high school here.  She was a year behind
me. She was on the cheerleader squad, and had performed at numerous events
nude already.  However, Linda had never been nude at home.  I had seen
Linda nude at the mall, but I suspected Mr.  Dennison knew nothing about
her extracurricular activities.  Too many girls were getting free stuff
from the stores for simply being nude.

   The PA system blurted, "Keiko, Keiko Wilson please report to the front
office."

   Front office?  I saw Nurse Magee earlier.  Why to the Front Office for
my prescription?  When I arrived the office, I heard some sad news, Nurse
Magee had to leave immediately after classes began. Her father was rushed
to the hospital.  "Did Nurse Magee leave anything for me?" I asked hoping
she remembered my request and her assurance.  She hadn't.  Too much was on
her mind I suppose.  My hopes to reclaim my belongings today were crushed.

   Now, I had to repeat my performance of applying the concoction I made
and placed in an empty prescription jar.  I had no idea this jar held some
vaginal cream for my mother 'K.  Wilson' for 'Kim' Wilson.  My own
concoction always caused a tingling sensation as I applied it.  So again
when my legs spread wide open to the office staff.  I rubbed the cream all
around inside me.  The school custodian happened by the office just as I
had two finger deep. Principal Harrison noticed the custodian's stare and
mentioned my prescription.  Yet the men didn't leave; they simply stared.
Feeling completely embarrassed and completely horny and completely tingly,
I managed to collect myself well enough to hurry back to class before the
next bell.

   Victor was soon at the classroom door.  While some of the other boys
sported constant erections, Victor seldom did.  In fact, the only time he
sprang to attention was when we embraced.  And embraced we did, right
outside of Senor Franks classroom.  Victor didn't disappoint me either.  He
was hard after we really kissed. It seemed to me no one existed in the
hallway.  It didn't matter to me one bit that Victor and I were nude in the
school hallway between classes.  We were only people who existed in the
world, and our tongues were tying knots.  When the bell rang, I sucked on
Victor's lower lip as we parted.  Even though our audience was clothed, it
was clear several of the boys were sporting erections as hard as Victor's
own.  Even Senor Franks seemed a bit distracted by Victor's and my kiss.

   One of the girls suggested to Senor Franks that Victor probably needed
some relief.  I wasn't even halfway to my seat when I was called back to
the front of the class.  Not that I knew what I was doing, but left brain
got into her spirit, and right brain managed to sort things out well. 
Victor and I continued our kiss while I stroked his erection.  When Victor
finally climaxed, I was soaking wet from the inside and dripping from his
semen.  I asked permission to clean up knowing I would try to relieve
myself in the bathroom while in private.  It seems a few from the class
asked to clean themselves, too.

   As per The Program policy, I had to use the boys restroom to wash.
Unfortunately, Victor was using the girls.  There were three guys joining
me to clean themselves.  They were at first embarrassed that simply
watching Victor and me kiss had made them climax, but their embarrassment
was short lived.  Tom Thorton asked, "Keiko, could I ask you to clean me?"
Another suggested it was a reasonable request.  I felt trapped, but I
managed to do as they asked.  John Koski had made a real mess in his
shorts. I had to strip off his pants and shorts before cleaning him.  His
erection returned and I wonder if he would climax again so soon.  I washed
his shorts in the sink, but we soon realized there was no way to dry them
off.  John had to go back to class without wearing his shorts.  He was more
frightened that I might pinch his erection, so he zipped himself.  He VERY
carefully zipped his pants close.  After I cleaned up the restroom a bit, I
returned to Senor Franks class with John's wet shorts.  I thought it would
be funny, but when I was told to just throw them in the trash, I saw a pair
of panties also quite wet in the barrel.  Even Senor Franks laughed at my
expression of surprise.  It seems Victor had some fun on his side of the
restroom, too.

   Victor walked me to the Front Office after Spanish class.  We started to
kiss, but Principal Harrison interrupted.  He asked me to help out down in
the cafeteria.  They were short handed and requested some additional
assistance.  Mrs.  Green, the head cook, wasn't pleased the principal had
sent a nude girl to help.  Health Codes barely allowed us to walk through
the cafeteria lines, but no way would they allow us to serve or prepare the
food.  So I was forced to help unload a delivery truck.

   The trucker driver just stood and watched us unload his truck.  He kept
making comments every time I pass by him.  They were all quite rude and
suggestive.  He described what nasty things he would do if we were alone. I
realized, I really needed to be careful about being alone until I could
reclaim my clothing.  I wished Victor was there to protect me.  Just as we
emptied the truck, the driver grabbed my butt and placed a hand across my
breast.  I dropped the box I was carrying and caught his wrist.  In total
reflex action, I had his arm twisted behind his back with him screaming for
me to let him go.

   Principal Harrison realizing he made a mistake sending me to the
cafeteria, was racing towards the scene, "Max, get in your truck and go. 
I'll be calling your probation officer.  Any, and I mean any, misstep will
land you back in jail.  got it?" I let go of his arm, and the man scrambled
for the towards the driver's door.

   As the truck pulled away, Principal Harrison asked if I was alright.  He
hadn't thought about all the problems with me working in the cafeteria. 
Once he pieced together the situation, he raced back down.  It seems the
truck driver had pulled something earlier.  I asked just how many girls
would have to endure this convict's actions?  The principal nodded in
agreement and promised to report the incident immediately.  I wondered how
Max would explain his re-incarceration: a nude girl threw me in an arm
lock. I smiled proudly.

   As I walked towards the girls shower room, one gal suggested I hurry
inside.  Marilyn was on her knees infront of Victor.  Victor was holding
her head BACK.  The other girls were either fleeing from the shower or
racing towards it.

   I screamed, "Marilyn!" She turned and saw the anger in my eyes.  We
started to argue.  She thought it was a completely reasonable request to
give Victor a blowjob.  Victor didn't think so.  Neither did I.  We argued
about it until the bell rang.

   Marilyn shouted, "Shit!  Now, I'm late!  You kept me from getting
dressed on purpose!" I didn't plan it, but it was a pleasant outcome. 
Marilyn would have to attend the afternoon classes nude, again.  teeteehee.
For a girl who enjoyed giving guys, just about any guy, oral sex, Marilyn
didn't enjoy being stripped for classes.

   Victor was unusually quiet.  We decided to skip lunch and talk.  He felt
trapped by Marilyn.  He didn't want to hurt her or her feelings, but he
didn't want her to give him his first blowjob either.  I stared in his
eyes. We both blushed, if that is still possible for two high school
seniors not wearing clothing in the courtyard.  I leaned close to him and
whispered, "Soon.  I promise." His penis reacted to the news immediately. I
giggled, "But now right now, okay?"

   Victor was finally embarrassed to be nude.  He hadn't shown much lack of
control, but now he was sporting a huge erection just at my words.

   Bob Freschetti and his pals must have been spying.  They came from no
where.  Bob challenged Victor, "I see the frigid boy and frigid girl are
thawing in the sunlight." Despite his erection, Victor stood between me and
Bob.  Freschetti wasn't certain he wanted to sure to tangle with Victor,
but one of the football thugs pushed Bob into Victor.  My only thought was
Victor would be suspended. But out of no where, Tiny Tim tossed Bob
Freschetti like a rag doll to the cement.  Tiny Tim then sat on Bob
Freschetti.  Tiny place his entire 380 pound frame on Bob Freschetti.  Tiny
is the school's unlimited weight class wrestler.  Tiny sat on a screaming
Bob Freschetti.  No one was about to tangle with Tiny.  Not because he was
huge and could crush anyone in school, but because Tiny was still eating a
piece of chicken, and no one interrupts Tiny Tim when he is eating.  No
one. But I did.

   I leaned my little frame in to Tiny's arms and gave him a hug. When I
kissed his cheek, I could taste his chicken.  Tiny Tim blushed as he hugged
me.  I was so happy he had come to the rescue.

   Principal Harrison saw Tiny and me hugging on top of the star football
player laying flat on the concrete.  Clearly, the principal understood the
situation, but he didn't show it to the fleeing football players.  He said,
"Timothy, are you done with your demonstration to the football team?" Tiny
smiled as he suggested he wasn't finished with lunch yet.  Tiny did roll
off of Bob, who scrambled and ran.  Victor and I helped pull Tiny to his
feet.  I wrapped my hands around Tiny's neck and pulled myself to give him
another kiss of thanks.  He was beaming and offered me a piece of chicken.
I took a small wing and thanked him.  The story told around school wasn't
how Tiny flattened Bob, not how the other football ran away, not how a
naked Keiko kissed and hugged Tiny.  No the story was Tiny gave away some
food!  I was honored, and I still love Tiny for coming to our rescue.

   In Physics, the class project to construct a support bra for me was
getting out of hand.  Well, in hand, actually.  The different groups wanted
to make their own weight measurements for their calculations and strength
analysis.  Many of the guys thought they could best estimate the weight of
my breasts by feel.  Mr.  Royer didn't discourage the practice either.  He
waited until everyone had felt me up before suggesting a different method
to produce more accurate numbers.  This class could not have ended too
soon!

   In English, Mr.  Zank felt we needed to repeat the scene of Romeo and
Juilet laying in bed together.  I was Juilet, and my Romeo was again
instructed to strip for the bed scene.  His erection was all too close to
actually enacting the love scene.  I managed to get through the scene just
fine.  Mr.  Zank didn't give Romeo a chance to reclaim his clothing.  We
finished Act III, Scene V just as the PA system announced, "Keiko, Keiko
Wilson, please report to the Front Office." Mr.  Zank was quite unhappy,
but it seemed a good place to break for the day.

   I didn't even look around the office as I climbed on the counter and
started to unscrew the jar's lid to my 'vaginal' cream concoction.  I just
started applying the cream as the ladies watched me.  I started to think of
Victor.  I wish I hadn't.  I wasn't spreading the cream as much as I was
masturbating in front of the entire office staff.  I finally stopped when I
thought I would stop breathing, but a moaned cleared the air to my lungs.

   Principal Harrison was standing next to a man in a business suit. Both
men were staring with their mouths wide open.  Their pants were clearly
unable to conceal their pleasures in watching me.  I thought I might hurry
out, but the principal decided to introduce the gentleman to me.

   "Mr.  Higgingbotham, this is Keiko Wilson." I knew that name from
somewhere I thought, as the introduction continued.  "Keiko, this is Mr. 
Higgingbotham from Princeton, Princeton University." My right brain
screamed.  My left brain hid.  I was left to fend for myself.  Mr. 
Higgingbotham was here to interview me for a possible full scholarship.  He
immediately canceled the interview explaining Princeton was a liberal
university with a diverse student population, but they had no room for a
blatant exhibitionist like me.  He left.  I cried.

   Principal Harrison promised to call the admission director at Princeton
directly and explain everything.  The ladies in the office consoled me, but
I just witnessed my life slipping away for my foolish act.  I cried
straight through the last period.  Finally when the last bell rang, some of
the ladies had managed to convince me all would be for the best.  I just
needed to wait and see.

   I met Amy and Victor in the hallway.  Victor mentioned he had to exit on
the North side.  I told Amy to ask her mother to swing around the building
and pick Victor and me up.  She thought I would get into trouble for not
leaving the building where all the boys gathered to watch the girls get
dressed.  At least watch the ones who had clothing.  I had none.  I just
asked Amy to hurry and ask her mother.

   Victor asked, "What's wrong Keiko?"

   I signed and said truthfully, "Nothing as long as I'm with you." We
walked through the North doors to a group of girls waiting to see more of
the boys.  Marilyn was dressed, but she ran away when she saw me with
Victor.  The girls were all quite polite compared to the grope fest the
boys afforded the girls on the other side of the building.  In fact, some
girls started to cry as they watch us walk with our arms wrapped tightly
around each other's waist.  We appeared to be joined at the hip.  As we
heard many whisper, Victor turned me towards him.  We kissed.  His strong
hands slipped down and cupped my buttocks pulling me in tight.  My arms we
wrapped tight on his back feeling his strong back muscles.  I felt his
erection push against my lower abdomen.  We didn't break the kiss until we
heard Amy call for us to hurry.  When we cleared the steps, the girls gave
us an ovation.

   Mrs.  Cartwright was in the passenger seat, and Amy was driving. Neither
had a single piece of clothing.  Amy is not one of the best drivers, but
her mother insisted that Amy was doing better than usual.  Amy suggested
her improvement was her lack of clothing.  As we bounced over the
Cartwright's curb just missing the mailbox, Amy slammed on the brakes
barely keeping the minivan from killing her father.  NEWS FLASH: NUDE
DAUGHTER RUNS DOWN DAD.  The headline was averted.

   As Mr.  and Mrs.  Cartwright kissed each other, Victor and I kissed
again.  Finally Amy shouted, "I thought someone was going to fix dinner. 
Or do you want me to?" Both Mrs.  Cartwright and I quickly separated from
our loves to stop the kitchen nightmare - Amy cooking by herself.

   I scooped Victor's jogging shorts from the lawn telling him he could get
them tonight when he returned at 6:00 for dinner.  He smiled and jogged
home nude carrying the shoes and socks he left in the lawn this morning.

   While Amy did her homework, Mrs.  Cartwright and I prepared dinner. She
insisted in helping me, and I talked to her about the incident with the
Princeton recruiter.  She was very understanding, giving me little hugs
just before I was about to cry again.  Her constant presence helped me,
helped a lot.  She told me she had also planned on going to a big named
university, but she met Mr.  Cartwright and changed her plans.  Her parents
were upset, but she knows she had made the right choice.  She never looked
back, for she was happy. Just then Mr.  Cartwright appeared wrapping his
arms around his nude wife's waist and kissing her bare neck.  He explained
they made their life together, and no one or no turn on life's highway
would ever spoil their happiness.  I couldn't help but smile wondering if
Victor was my path to true happiness.  I thought so.

   Amy was upset she had missed preparing the dinner.  Although, she was
happy I was no longer sulking.  With a knock on the door, I panicked,
"Victor is here!" I hadn't even brushed my hair.  I rushed pass the front
door as Mr.  Cartwright invited Victor inside the house.  "I'll be down in
a minute."

   Amy was taking her time, but she followed me, "Hiya Vic!  Girl stuff, ya
know." I didn't hear Victor's reply, I was running pass Davy to get to the
bathroom first.  Amy was a champ at getting me pretty for my first evening
with Victor.  Even though Davy was himself crowding in the bathroom with
us, I sat down to relieve myself.  Fortunately, Davy didn't pay any
particular attention.  Amy did, only because she had to go, too.  As I
washed, Amy took care of her business.  She insisted I wait for her to
finish.

   Just short of the staircase, Amy whispered to me, "I'll go down first.
It'll give you the opportunity to make an entrance." I leaned against the
wall hiding from view as Amy descended the stairs.  I heard Victor
compliment Amy on her appearance.  Now, my father would have kicked a naked
boy out of his house rather than inviting him in.  My father would have
definitely knock the boy's head off for commenting on his daughter's nude
appearance.  The Cartwrights were different.  I heard father, mother, and
brother all acknowledge Amy's beauty.

   My left brain felt gloom, 'Wonderful!  Amy gets the appreciation of
everyone, and we have to follow her act.' My right brain said, 'Let's go
and get done with this.'

   As I walked down the stairs, having absolutely no idea why Amy insisted
on an entrance, I hung my head down, peaking for a glimpse of Victor.  I
was soon greeted to a rousing ovation!  I looked up to see all of them
standing in the foyer cheering. CHEERING ME!  Standing at the base of the
stairs was Victor, holding a bouquet of flowers for me.  I raced to his
arms.  We kissed.  Geez, I nearly jumped on him in my excitement.  Finally,
Mrs.  Cartwright suggested I needed to place the flowers in water and check
on dinner.

   The tear trickling down my cheek was from pure joy.  I was beaming a
bright smile as the Cartwrights each gave me a tender hug.  I hugged Mrs.
Cartwright a little tighter.

   As I pulled the pepper steak from the oven, I remembered to thank Mrs.
Cartwright for arranging the entrance.  She tried to deny doing it, but I
was certain she had.  We just hugged as more joyful tears streamed.  She
finally cleaned my face telling me to just enjoy the attention, especially
from Victor.  I did.  Everyone was delighted with the meal, too.  I held my
tongue thinking, 'They should try my mother's pepper steak.'

   Amy and Davy were volunteered to clean-up the table and kitchen.  Mr. 
and Mrs.  Cartwright went upstairs together.  I suggested to Victor we
could sit outside and talk.  for whatever reason, we just started walking.
It was still light, but barely.  Some street lights were on.  Some people
were outside as we pass.  Everyone greeted us, Keiko Wilson and Victor
Gomes nude as the day they were born.

   I almost diverted Victor across the street when I spotted Mrs. Meadows
walking her dog.  She was an elderly widow, and she had supported my
father's efforts to end The Program.  Not many had publicly criticized The
Program, but Mrs.  Meadows seldom held her opinions to herself.  I feared a
tongue lashing or worse - she would tell me father I was naked with a naked
boy.  Victor greeted the widow as we had the other neighbors.  Mrs. 
Meadows stern face changed, if by magic.  She smiled and mentioned what a
lovely couple we made.  I hugged Victor a little tighter as we wished Mrs.
Meadows a good evening and continued walking.

   We had walked a long way.  Neither of us seemed to mind at all. This
simply meant we had to walk back, and we would be together for that much
longer.  We talked with complete strangers when they stopped.  We talked
with other people from school.  A few were nude like us.  Most were not. 
Victor noticed that more older women were topless than the younger ones.  I
noticed more children completely nude playing in their yards while their
parents watched with their arms hold each other close.  Everyone seemed to
be in good mood or in love.  Each time we waved to the couples, I snug
myself tighter to Victor.  He held tight, too.

   It was late when we returned to the Cartwrights.  Amy was sitting
outside, nude on the porch steps.  She looked sad.  I asked, "What's a
matter, Amy?"

   She didn't even look our way as she answered, "Davy and his friends ran
off before I could ask for a ride to the mall.  Mom and Dad are STILL
upstairs.  Everyone I know is already out for the evening.  I'm all alone.
This week wasn't suppose to be this way.  I had plans!" Even though Victor
wanted to wait for the Cartwrights to thank them, Amy told him he could be
waiting all night.  I asked Amy if she wanted to walk Victor home with me.
She jumped up, "Really?  Can I?" I extended my free arm, and she snuggle in
tight. With me in between Victor and Amy, our nude parade continued to
Victor's house.  It wasn't but a few blocks.  Amy really enjoyed the
attention from the few people still out this late.  Mostly fathers placing
the trash out by the curb.

   One pleasant man told us, "If I was you young man, I'd be the one in the
middle of these beautiful ladies."

   I informed the man, "These are my best friends, and rather like the
current arrangement." We all laughed as we continue pass the man.

   The Gomes house was dark.  I didn't want to wake his family.  So, we
kissed at his driveway.  Amy was patient for a little while.  She said, "Do
you know how stupid I must look standing here next to you two?" I held my
arm out for a group hug.  Amy raced in for a big embraced.  I gave Victor a
quick kiss and so did Amy.  We watched Victor race inside.  Amy mentioned,
"He does have a great body, for a guy, doesn't he?" He does, but I really
loved his heart more; his muscles were simply an added bonus.

   Amy and I simply walked home as we had walked to Victor's - arms wrapped
around each other.  A few cars honked as they passed, and one guy leaned
out of the passenger window whistling.  Amy waved; I blushed.

   I told Amy, "They probably think we are lesbians."

   She answered, "So?" My left brain agreed, 'So what?' My right brain
started reciting my father's dogma.  I agreed with my left brain on this,
and forced my right brain to sit back and enjoy Amy friendship.

   Amy wasn't surprised by the noises coming from the master bedroom. She
simply pulled me to the shower.  I was in heaven as Amy washed my hair and
cleaned my body.  It felt wonderful.  I decided to return the attentive
favor.  Amy started to moan, so I stopped for a second.  She looked at me
and smiled, "Please don't stop now." I giggled and continued giving her
pink-dyed pubic hair a good washing.

   We sat downstairs eating chocolate chunk, chocolate ice cream covered in
chocolate syrup as our hair dried.  Amy sat indian style.  She was
completely exposed to me.  For whatever reason, I could not stop myself
from sneaking peeks either.  Amy caught my glance once.  She said she was
thinking of shaving off the pink hair, maybe dying it a different color.  I
managed to sound convincing that I was thinking of how attractive her pink
public hair appeared although I was really staring where she trimmed the
hair off her labia.  Her outer lips were slightly open.  Her inner flaps
were fully on display.  In fact, her clitoris was visible.  I felt my mine
own vagina stirring at the sight.

   We decided to go to bed.  Amy's parents seemed to be in the height of
their lovemaking.  I looked at Amy, "What has it been four or five hours?"
Amy told me when they got this way it might be several more hours.  I
didn't that was possible.  Amy figured they enjoyed oral sex too much. 
That was the only way she could understand their endurance.

   When I asked, "Can oral sex be THAT good?"

   Amy winked, "If you do it right."

   I admitted I had no idea how.  Amy sat up in bed tossing our cover to
the floor.  "We won't be able to sleep with them going at it. Let me show
you how."

   Amy dove on my pelvis.  I clamped my legs together.  She sat back up, "I
thought you wanted to learn?" When I agreed, I didn't expect the
demonstration to be real and on me!  Amy simply said, "There is no better
way to learn." She turned and eased my legs apart.  I offered little
resistance.  I felt her hair tickle my thighs.  I felt her fingers open my
vagina.  I shook.  Amy looked back around at me and smiled.  The next thing
I knew she was kissing me.  Kissing me, down there!  It felt nice, but not
as nice as what she started to do next.  Her tongue eased its way inside of
me.  I closed my eyes and gave into the pleasure.

   My right brain had shut down for the evening.  My left brain was on
overload.  When I opened my eyes to attempt to regain control, all I could
see was Amy's own vagina.  She was straddling me.  I kissed her.  She
quivered.  I kiss her again.  I wrapped my arms around her waist with my
fingers on her hips.  I pulled her closer.  I let my tongue explore her
insides.  I was surprised by her responses.  She would squirm and push
against my face depending what I was doing. I was so engaged in getting her
responses, I hadn't realized my own lower movements.  I climaxed.  If my
moan hadn't been muffled by Amy pressed against my face, I would have set
off car alarms!  When I recovered slightly, I redoubled my efforts to find
that same magic spot inside Amy.  When I felt her wiggling, I knew I was
close.  I started sucking on her clitoris, and that did it.  Amy shook.  I
think she screamed, but I may have been mistaken.  Her legs were locked
over my ears.

   Amy rolled off of me.  she turned around and planted a VERY wet kiss on
me.  I couldn't help but to respond in kind.  She eventually pulled away to
race across the room to her dresser.  She opened a drawer and all I could
see was Amy shuffling thing s around the drawer.  She turned around holding
something.

   I was shocked, "That's a penis!"

   Amy smiled, "It's a dildo shaped like a penis." I was worried.  I was
still a virgin, and Amy was walking towards me with a huge pink rubber
penis!

   Amy sat on the bed's edge and told me to watch.  She slide the object in
her mouth.  Slowly she eased the thick dildo to the point where I feared
she might choke.  With the thing still in her mouth she stared at me with
bright eyes; she spread her arms far apart; and then she leaned towards me.
Instinctively, I held the base of the penis as she pulled away from it.  I
was left holding this rubber penis bobbing slightly.

   Amy told me to give it a try.  Long ago, my right brain had gone asleep,
and my left brain accepted the challenge without a thought.  It was so
thick!  I had never seen a boys penis his big. As I managed to get the tip
in my mouth, Amy encouraged me to take it deeper.  I barely could.  I
started to gag!  It took me a few seconds to pull this huge monster from my
mouth.  Gasping, I told Amy it was simply too big for me.  She raced back
to her dresser drawer and returned with a smaller blue version.  "I guess I
forgot how the first time was."

   While this one was much easier to fit inside my mouth, it produced the
same gagging reflex.  Amy explained it was something I would simply get
used to doing.  I just needed to practice.  I felt strange inserting the
blue rubber penis watching Amy handling the bright pink monster.

   The door swung open.  It was Davy.  I was completely embarrassed.  We
both pulled the dildoes from our mouths.  Amy was upset that Davy didn't
knock.  He said, "Go tell Mom." From the constant noises on the other side
of the wall, I knew that wasn't an option.  Amy explained what we were
doing - teaching me to give oral sex!  I turned red.  Davy thought
practicing on a rubber stick wasn't the best method to learn.

   Amy sat up straight, "Davy!  How about you let Keiko practice on you?"

   Even my left brain questioned this, 'Let Keiko?' My right brain stirred
from its slumber, 'Just do it and let's go to sleep.' I'm certain my right
brain had no idea what she was saying.  My silence was taken as acceptance.

   Davy dropped his pants and shorts.  He said, "Amy, why don't you wait
down stairs?"

   Amy replied, "No way!  I'm staying her to make sure Keiko gets proper
lessons."

   'Proper?' oh dear!

   Davy's penis wasn't quite erect as I knelt in front of him.  He held it
up as Amy watched and told me to open my mouth.  I realized as Davy's flesh
hit my tongue that this was completely different from the dildo.  Davy soon
became erect inside my mouth.  I just knelt there with his penis in my
mouth.  Davy started moving his hips, and Amy encouraged me to take
control, "Find what gets him off just like you did with me." I tried to
look up to see Davy's expression as he must have realized what Amy was
implying.  I couldn't see much besides Davy pelvis.  I finally reached up
and grabbed Davy's hips to steady him.  I then quickly mimic his motions by
pumping my head back and forth.  Amy told me to suck like it was a straw. I
stared at her as I tried to obey.  Davy turned my head back to him.  It was
soon after this, he climaxed right down my throat.

   I pulled back and stood.  I was gagging, but I managed to ask, "Why
didn't you tell me you were going to do that?"

   Davy with a big smile on his face said, "Because you would have
stopped." I told him that of course I would have.

   Amy summed it up, "Guys do that.  I think they should suck on a penis
themselves before asking a girl to suck on theirs." Davy's penis quickly
wilted.  He didn't like that idea on bit.  He collected his shorts and
pants.  Amy yelled, "You should at least thank Keiko!"

   Davy stopped and recited, "Thank-you Keiko.  I'm sorry for not being
sensitive to your position.  Anyhow, thanks again."

   I had to brush my teeth before I could go back to bed.  Amy was right,
we couldn't sleep with her parents making a racket.  We giggled at some of
their noises.  Amy had her arms around me from behind; I held her arms
tighter.



   Keiko - Naked in School, Thursday

   I did fall asleep, but the morning alarm was much too early.  Amy said,
"Morning already?  Let's hurry before Davy claims the bathroom."

   I giggled, "Wilt thou be gone?  It is not yet near day: it was the
nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine
ear; nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe me, love, it was
the nightingale."

   Amy replied, "Huh?" I laughed and crawled reluctantly from bed and her
arms.

   Mornings in the Cartwright house are hectic.  Everyone rushing around.
Even though three of us were not bothering to dress anymore, this didn't
seem to add any extra time.  In fact, it may have caused some additional
delays.  Amy would brush my hair, top and bottom, for several minutes.  I
would return the favor, and Amy mentioned how I spent as much time brushing
her shoulder length blonde hair as I did brushing her little patch of
pink-dyed pubic hair.

   As I was kneeling before Amy, she asked, "Do you think I should shave it
off?"

   Left brain controlled my hands as right brain answered, "I love how your
bush looks." Left brain added, "And it feels too nice to shave." Amy
smiled. I blushed realizing that those words were spoken aloud.  I had no
idea what was coming over me, but I loved the feeling.

   Mrs.  Cartwright yelled from the front door, "Amy!  Keiko!  Hurry along.
You'll be late!"

   We raced to Amy's room to gather her book bag.  My own bag was still
locked in Nurse Magee's office with my clothes and purse. More importantly,
my purse held the only keys to my house, besides my parents' keys.  Since
my parents were out of town and they would NEVER have approved of me
joining The Program at school, I couldn't even tell them how I came to be
locked out of the house. 'Today,' I told myself, 'today, I will get my
things, and I'll be able to get ready for my parents return on Sunday. 
Today, for sure.'

   Once outside, my entire body tingled.  Not so much because the sunlight
warmed my skin, every square inch of my skin, but because Victor Gomes was
standing outside wearing nothing but a beautiful smile.  Late or not, I ran
to Victor.  As I pressed against him, we kissed, and I felt his groin
respond - he instantly became hard as we embraced.

   I barely heard Mrs.  Cartwright plea for us to get in the minivan. When
Victor and I reluctant separated, I saw Mr.  and Mrs. Cartwright embracing.
It seemed since Mrs.  Cartwright started to participate in the clothing
optional times, her husband could not leave her alone.  I held Victor as we
watched the older couple in a passionate embrace themselves.  Only when Amy
announced, "If you guys don't stop kissing, I'm driving myself to school!"

   Mrs.  Cartwright, her husband, Victor, and I said in unison, "No! We're
done!" The funny part was Amy actually drove better while nude.  Now, her
driving was still an official disaster area on tires, but she managed to
only nearly kill one person - her father.  Amy was bummed her mother
insisted Amy move from behind the wheel.  We were late, and Amy driving was
not the way to make up for lost time.  Accident reports take forever.

   On the drive, Amy asked Victor, "Were you jogging by or were you waiting
for us?"

   Victor blushed slightly but regained his composure, "Keiko stole my
jogging shorts yesterday.  She didn't return them, yet."

   I kissed Victor on the cheek and said, "I won't be returning them until
I can get to my own clothes." Victor smiled and told us he had no problem
with that condition.

   I hated having to drop off Victor at the North entrance.  So many girls
were lining up to see him.  When I spotted Marilyn, my left brain was
screaming!

   On the south side of the school were all the regulars.  I saw a repeat
of the younger girl having to strip for the guys, and many of them taunting
her, too.  I couldn't understand why they would do this.  She was going to
be fully nude and submitting to any 'reasonable' request.  I pity them more
than her.  They gain nothing after nearly a full year of The Program.  They
probably never would learn, either.

   I touched Amy's bare shoulder and asked her to distract the guys again.
Amy said, "Gee, it's getting more difficult to distract them.  I guess I'll
have to find something new for them." With that, Amy kissed her mother
good-bye, and so did I.  I saw Principal Harrison approaching the minivan,
but I knew I had to hurry, for Amy's antics would only hold the guys
attention for a few minutes.

   The younger girl wasn't undressing too quickly.  Amy announced, "Oh!  My
pink-dye is starting to itch!" Every guy's head turned on a swivel.  I
nearly ripped the poor girls clothing from her.  I should have been more
careful, but doing so simply meant more time.  We had precious little time.
I had escorted the timid girl to the doors.  I turned to see Amy scratching
herself to the delight of the crowd.  Principal Harrison and Mrs. 
Cartwright were oblivious to the commotion.  I could hardly blame the
principal. Not many mothers were going nude all day, especially not the
beautiful ones.  Mrs.  Cartwright could turn the heads of any pubescent
male.

   Being late, I went straight to Mr.  Dennison's classroom for my
independent math studies.  I was way ahead in my studies, so all week, I
simply talked with my teacher.  Today, he was disturbed by something.  When
I mentioned it, I wish I had kept my mouth shut.

   Mr.  Dennison told me, "My daughter Linda is no longer my little
daughter.  She had sex.  She has been having sex for a long time, too.  I
never knew."

   Linda Dennison is a cheerleader in school.  She is a year behind me, but
everyone in school knew her.  She was a beautiful brunette. She has the
stereo-typical traits of a cheerleader too.  Gorgeous body, gorgeous face,
bubbly personality.  Even the girls who were jealous of her liked her
one-on-one.  Linda was friendly to everyone.  Even when she first had to
strip for an assembly to get the school spirit whipped up for a football
game, Linda took it all in stride.  She smiled the entire time while some
others were completely embarrassed.  Linda was everyone's favorite.

   I finally told Mr.  Dennison, "Linda is still your daughter.  Just
because she had sex doesn't mean she stopped loving you, and it ought not
mean you stop loving her.  She loves you, and you still love her, right?"
He agreed, and he decided to tell Linda right then.

   Just as he left, the PA system beckoned, "Keiko, Keiko Wilson, please
report to the Front Office." I fell back in my chair.  My right brain
explained the problem to my left brain, 'The front office means the nurse's
station is still locked.  No keys again tonight.' I barely recall walking
to the office, but there I was sitting on the counter with my legs spread
applying a concoction of creams.  Unfortunately, I hadn't done my homework
of my mother's empty prescription jar which I made the cream.  Who knew why
my mother required a vaginal cream?  But now everyone in the front office
thought I did.  I kept telling myself to perform the internet search when I
had a free minute.  That minute never seemed to come.

   When I climbed down from the counter, I noticed several of the football
members sitting in the plastic chairs outside of Principal Harrison's
office.  They all had bruises and cuts, yet they were all smiling at me as
I hurriedly left.  Had I really given them all a view deep inside me?  Had
they noticed how I always got a bit excited as I smeared the cream inside
my vagina? Fortunately, I never saw them while I was administrating my
make- believe prescription dose.

   On my way back to class, I saw Mr.  Dennison and Linda standing in the
hall hugging.  I was pleased.  As I passed them Mr.  Dennison mouthed the
words to me, "Thank-you."

   I realized we only had a few minutes before the bell, so I decided to
surprise Victor at his English class.  After everyone flooded from the
classroom, I looked frantically for Victor.  I asked Miss Pouts if Victor
was in class, and she said he wasn't here today.



   I hurried to Spanish hoping to find Victor there.  He wasn't.  When
Senor Franks ask for me to recite something from the text book, I declined.
The class gasped.  Keiko refused a teacher's request?  A simple request? 
Apparently, Senor Franks was just as shaken.  He called on another student.
They had a little debate about why I could decline, but he could not.  I
grabbed a text book from another student and proceeded to read aloud the
entire chapter very quickly.  I'm certain few in the class could have kept
up. Even Senor Franks seemed to be struggling to keep up.  When the bell
rang, Senor Franks yelled above the racket, "Por favor, estudio para el
concurso manana." Everyone groaned about the weekly quiz, especially since
whatever I had read would be on the quiz, too.

   I hurried to the front office where I help out third period.  The
football players were gone.  I tried to get some of the ladies to tell me
what had happened.  Just as Maggie was about to whisper to me, Principal
Harrison summoned me to his office.  I hurried.

   I smiled when I saw Victor, at least now I knew where he was.  I also
smiled at Tiny Tim standing against the far wall.  My expression changed
quickly when I heard the principal say, "Mr. Freschetti will you please
shut the door." I turned and saw Bob Freschetti behind me.  He clearly had
been in a fight - and lost.

   The principal explained calling me into the office.  It seems Bob
Freschetti and the other football players were trying to get revenge on
Tiny for rescuing Victor and me yesterday at lunch. Victor came to Tiny's
rescue this morning.  From the looks of the Bob Freschetti and what I saw
of the other football players earlier, Tiny didn't have much trouble with
only a small cut on his hand.  Victor barely was in the fight before some
teachers broke up the fight.

   Principal Harrison asked me, "Keiko, what should I do?"

   My left brain made a plead for excusing Victor and Tiny.  My right brain
reminded me that any fighting was a strict code violation - suspension was
mandatory.

   Although not quite Solomon, I made a bargain, "Mr.  Harrison, it seems
those involved got taught a good lesson.  Trying to punish them by sending
them home would do nothing but make them more resentful.  I think the
principles in the fight should be stripped and held accountable to the
entire school.  Have them compete in their own pageant at the Friday
assembly."

   I thought Principal Harrison would see straight through my sentence. 
Victor was already nude.  Tiny Tim had shown no embarrassment when he had
his week under The Program.  Bob Freschetti on the other hand was
completely embarrassed.  Had he thought anyone could forget his little
manhood?  Over Freschetti's objections, Principal Harrison decided I had a
just and reasoned punishment.  He accepted it.

   Mr.  Harrison, Victor, and I left the two guys to strip.  I don't think
any of us cared to witness either sight.  From Tiny's massive 380 pound
girth to Bob Freschetti's gorilla-haired skin, maybe I had punished the
school more.  When the office door, Bob raced out.  Tiny yelled, "But
Bobby, you're so cute!" Even the ladies in the office couldn't control
themselves.  Everyone was laughing.  I saw Tiny throw his arms wide, and I
rushed to give him a big hug.  I didn't care that we both were nude.  I
leaped up and hung myself from his neck, well, the small bit that held his
head to his shoulders anyhow.  I was swung around as Tiny laughed.

   Victor, Tiny, and I ate lunch together.  Amy bounced over surprised to
see Tiny nude, but still no less joyous.  Amy mentioned the rumors about
Bob Freschetti being punished.  I added, "Just wait for tomorrow assembly.
There's a surprise." Amy sat down wanting the inside information.  I
refused, but I added, "I bet you could sweet talk it from Tim."

   Amy, being Amy, didn't care how others might see her snuggling to Tiny.
She wanted to know what was going to happen.  Tiny was grinning ear-to-ear
as Amy crawled over him at the lunch table. The rumors for the afternoon
would not be that Tiny was nude.  No the rumors would be Amy's attention to
Tiny had caused him to not eat half of his lunch.  The other gossip to
circulate was that nothing about Tiny was tiny.  This was his first public
erection.  It was huge!  I smiled thinking of Amy's huge pink dildo.  Tiny
was bigger.

   During Physics, I had to review all the designs for the different groups
support bras.  I hadn't even started my own.  I pointed out the various
problems so they could make measurements and adjustments for tomorrow's
deadline.  Some were clever, but most were silly.  Even though I was groped
by nearly everyone in class, I was still smiling.  I was having fun, and
the day was going well.

   In English, I was reading the part of Juliet.  I really was over- acting
the part.  Mr.  Zank loved it, but the other students didn't like having to
re-read their parts until they could put as much excitement in their parts.
I was actually disappointed when the PA system called, "Keiko, Keiko
Wilson, Please Report to the Front Office."

   I turned to Mr.  Zank, "Who is't that calls?  is it my lady mother? Is
she not down so late, or up so early?" Smiling, I made my exit.

   Yesterday, I had lost all my hopes for attending Princeton.  The
recruiter had witness me applying the "vaginal" cream - openly and without
shame.  He knew about The Program, but my ease at publicly rubbing my
exposed vagina was too much for even Princeton's liberal minds.  Today, I
was too happy to be upset of the days past.  I was born anew.  I made a
bigger production of applying the cream this afternoon.  I talked to the
ladies and the visitors.  I clearly did not need the cream, and clearly I
didn't need as long as I took to apply the concoction either.  I was
enjoying myself. Maybe enjoying myself too much.  I didn't even notice the
climax creeping up.  I lost control, and everyone in the office stopped to
watch.  Only slightly embarrassed, I smiled as I climbed from the counter.
I had to hurry to gym class.

   I remember all the guys groaning when we were told to run a 5K after the
usual stretch and warm-up.  I enjoyed the run, even though I'm not much of
a runner.  My hair streamed behind me as all the but the fittest guys fell
well behind me.  The few who kept pace with me often lingered a few steps
back.  I knew they were ogling my butt, but in the end, I had left the
thought behind.  I was enjoying the run; I was enjoying the attention; I
was enjoying enjoying it all.

   "Tweet!  Shower!" signaled Coach.  I didn't even slow as I turned to
back to the building.  The guys were all falling down exhausted.  I had the
shower to myself, but my left brain convinced the rest of me to linger just
long enough for the guys to return and strip.  I know they all saw me
smiling.  Did they understand?  I didn't care.

   Victor was in the gym as I left the locker room.  His wrestling buddies
were still changing.  "The benefit of not wearing clothes," he told me.  I
challenged him to a rematch.  He mentioned Coach not liking what he saw the
first time.  I promised Victor he wouldn't have the opportunity to get me
that way in our rematch.  He laughed as I moved around him ready to pounce.
He toyed with me as the guys started to enter the gym.  I feigned several
charges, but Victor easily evaded them.  I noticed Tiny Tim and Coach
watching from the stands.  I waved, and Tiny waved back.  That was when
Victor made his move.  I was on my back with Victor facing me.  The guys
were going wild.  It took all my strength to roll over, and I think I only
managed to do so because Victor allowed me.  This left me face down with
Victor very much on my back.  Actually, he was on my butt.  If he start to
get an erection, I'd had lost my virginity!  We were that tight, and this
escaped no one notice.

   Victor managed to quickly change position.  We were face-to-face. He
asked, "Give up?" I responded by kissing him.  Soon we rolled over still
kissing.  I found myself on top of Victor, when another wrestler signaled
Victor was officially pinned.  It was the first time anyone had pinned
Victor.  He wasn't at all upset.

   Amy came bouncing in the gym, "Keiko!  I called my mother and asked for
her to pick us up in an hour.  I wanted to see if I could get the secret
from Tiny before we left today." I pointed across the gym to where Tiny was
sitting, now alone.  Amy smiled and shouted, "Tiny!  You can't hide from
me!" I thought Tiny couldn't hide from anyone!

   I sat in the bleachers with Victor's arms wrapped around me.  We watched
the other guys wrestle, and we watched Amy bubbling over Tiny.  Tiny was
really pleased with all the attention Amy was showing him.  I smiled as I
leaned completely in Victor's arms.  He would sometimes yell out moves for
the guys to try.  When I finally looked back, Amy and Tiny were gone.  I
wondered where they went.

   Just before our ride was to show, Amy emerged from the boys locker room.
She clearly had showered.  She whispered to me, "Tiny told me."

   Mrs.  Cartwright was standing by her minivan with Principal Harrison and
Mr.  Dennison.  At first, I thought I might be in trouble, but I couldn't
imagine why.  Amy knew what was happening, "I think it is weird that so
many men are drooling over my mom.  I mean don't they realize how old she
is?" I smiled reminding Amy that the men were just as old, if not older.

   Amy drove us all home.  If you ignore the one red light and two trash
cans we left behind, she did alright.  She offered to drive Victor home,
but Victor and I both shouted, "No!"

   Amy and Mrs.  Cartwright were going to prepare tonight's meal.  So I
walked with Victor to his house.  We were hip to hip and kissing as we
walked.  I didn't even think about what we looked like.  Victor's mother
was outside as we approached.  I was oblivious to her and Victor's younger
brothers and sisters.  When one of the munchkins called out, "Vic's home!"
The whole family greeted him.  Victor gave his mother a hug and kiss, then
he introduced her to me.

   Mrs.  Gomes said, "Oh, so this is the little girl who my little Vic is
talking about all the time."

   I smiled, "He talks about me?"

   One of the little girls said, "He talks about you all the time."

   Victor was trying to get his brothers and sisters to leave and play by
themselves.  But they were clearly enjoying teasing him. Victor wasn't
upset.  He was just a bit embarrassed.  Mrs.  Gomes asked me to join them
for dinner, but I mentioned the Cartwrights were trying to cook a dinner
for me.  She insisted I come the next night.  I accepted.

   As I turned to leave, Victor held his little sister.  She asked, "Vic?
Aren't you going to kiss the pretty girl bye-bye?" Victor didn't set his
sister down as we kissed lightly.  She held our heads together squealing in
delight.

   I hurried away, but Victor caught up with me explaining, "My mom thought
I should escort you home." I melted back into his arms as we strolled
along.

   I pulled Victor to my porch where we would have a little privacy. Our
lips locked together.  Our hands were all over each other. Knowing our time
was short, I whispered to Victor, "No one will see us in the back yard." He
followed me, not that I gave him a choice with my fingers locked around his
erection.  In the back yard, I dropped to my knees in front of Victor.  He
asked if I really wanted to do this, or did I just think he wanted it.  I
smiled, "I hoping the right answer is both."

   My left brain was in charge, but my right brain kept listing off the dos
and don'ts I imagined.  Whomever was causing me to act as I was, did manage
to bring Victor to the edge.  He started to warn me that he couldn't hold
back any longer.  I redoubled my efforts.  His resistance collapsed.  I
didn't gag on his semen, I nearly drowned! I made certain I cleaned my lips
as Victor pulled me to me feet.  I managed to swallow the last bit down
before Victor planted a deep kiss on me.

   "Keiko!  Keiko, dear!  Dinner is ready!" Mrs.  Cartwright yelled from
next door.

   Victor promised to return the favor, "Soon, very soon."

   The meat loaf was dry, but I told Amy it was wonderful.  Mr. Cartwright
drenched his meat with ketchup, and told his daughter she did well.  Mrs.
Cartwright was eating tiny pieces and saying nothing.  Davy kept poking his
meat loaf with his fork.  Amy ate one bite and spat it out, "Are you guys
crazy?  This is awful!" Everyone started to laugh.  Mrs.  Cartwright
suggested we all eat at the mall as I had to go to work there anyhow.

   We all scrambled to the minivan.  Mr.  Cartwright grabbed his camera
even though Mrs.  Cartwright looked at him in displeasure.  She finally
smiled at something he whispered to her.

   The entire event was documented in digital images - driving to the mall,
walking to the entrance, walking through the mall, ordering from the food
court, finding a table, eating the meal, clearing the trash.  I don't think
Mr.  Cartwright had eaten a thing.  He was too busy taking pictures of his
family and me.  Afterall, it is rare your wife and daughter would be eating
at the mall in the nude.

   Vincent was happy to see me.  He couldn't find a special book for a
customer, and he knew I would be able to find it right away.  I tried to
explain how to find things on the computer again.  He hadn't even thought
to use the computer.  While I explained the system for the umpteenth time,
the customer enter the store.  It was the same man who always looked up my
skirts.  I refused to be embarrassed when he held the ladder as I fetched
his book from the upper racks.  I knew the man was paying a couple of
thousand for the book, and if he saw what everyone had been seeing, so
what!

   The store window Amy and I arranged had attracted more customers,
unfortunately, many thought we were a magic potions store or something
mystical.  A few asked for the store's phone number noting they knew a
relative who would love the store.  Vincent was quite happy with
everything. When the Cartwrights stopped by to say hello, Vincent hugged
Amy and me explaining how business was getting better.  He insisted I take
the rest of the evening off - full pay.

   Mr.  Cartwright suggested we head to the ice cream parlor for a treat. I
kissed Vincent thanking him for the time off.  Amy and I held hands as we
walked from the mall.  Her parents were hugging each other closely.  Mr. 
Cartwright had appointed Davy the family photographer.  Davy had a
difficult time taking nude pictures of his mom and sister.  His attention
was mostly focused on me.  I was smiling non-stop!  Any hopes I had to
pretend I dreaded being nude was gone.  I was too happy!

   The ice cream parlor was nearly empty.  Every set of eyes was on our
group with Mrs.  Cartwright, Amy, and I parading in the parlor nude with a
camera flashing the whole way.  We decided to eat our sundaes outside.  I
noticed several cars swing back around to get their ice cream.  Amy noticed
each of those cars had the man driving.  We giggled wondering if it was her
mother or us causing them to circle back.

   It was getting dark when we finally returned home.  I pulled Amy next
door to my house.  I had to tell her what I did with Victor earlier.  She
was proud she had showed me how.  She knew from her brother's expression
last night, Victor had quite a treat.  She admitted to taking Tiny's
erection down her throat to get him to tell her about the secret assembly
event.  I laughed saying I would have told her tonight anyhow.  She smiled,
"I didn't mind.  Besides, Tiny sorts of grows on you, doesn't he?" He does.

   I'm certain you cannot call our nightly shower a bathing event. While we
did get clean, Amy and I were simply spreading the soap suds around each
other as we explore the other's body.  Amy really worked on my vagina.  I
was moaning but I attempted to muffle the noise by biting my hand.  She
explained, "I like to clean what I eat." Pure lust was all I saw in her
eyes.  Did she see it in mine?

   We must have made a lot of noise from Amy's bed.  Afterall, we could
hear everything from her parents room; they surely could hear us tonight.
During a little rest break, Amy asked, "What do you like better?  Victor's
dick or my pussy?"

   I explained, "It is like comparing chocolate, chocolate chip ice cream
and Boston cream pies.  I love them both, but I wouldn't be satisfied with
just type of desert." Amy understood.  She fell on me as we kissed and
tongue wrestled.

   When I woke, my head was laying between Amy breasts.  I just had to
suckle them again.  She stirred, pulling me to her face.  This time it was
my thigh pressing against her pelvic bone.  My leg was getting wet from the
inside and outside.  We both kicked at the alarm clock when it sounded
morning.



   Keiko - Naked in School, Friday

   Friday morning, I woke with the most beautiful sight I've ever had in
the morning.  Amy's nipple was inches from my mouth.  I could not resist
the temptation.  I kiss her nipple.  She stirred but remained asleep.  I
sucked on it for a second and her soft snore went quiet. I thought I awoke
her, but when I stopped suckling, she resumed her cute little snore.  My
left brain had evil thoughts and convinced my right brain to be the
look-out.  I nearly devoured her breast.  Right brain shouted, "That did
it!" Amy pulled my face to hers and we began kissing.  Soon our tongues
were entwined as much as our bodies and legs.  Clearly, we were having the
same effect on each other.  My thigh was pressed against her pelvic bone.
It was getting wet, very wet.  Some of that wetness was trickling down from
inside me, but not all of it.

   "BRRRRRING!" Amy and I nearly fell from the bed trying to shut that damn
alarm off.

   I fell back on Amy while she held my face against her cheek.  I
whispered, "Thank-you.  I love you, Amy Cartwright."

   She whispered back, "I love you, Keiko Wilson."

   Mr.  Cartwright knocked on the bedroom door, "Time to get up you two!"

   We managed to unwrap ourselves partially.  We walked down the hallway
holding each other about the waist.  Amy's brother emerged from his
bedroom. When he saw his nude sister and me walking towards him and the
bathroom, he stopped to admire the sight.  His pajamas did nothing to hide
his morning surprise.  We decided to have some more private time, and we
shut the bathroom door on Davy.

   Amy decided her pink-dyed pubic hair just had to go.  I took my time
shaving it, too.  I carefully clipped the longer hair until she had little
choice to be clean shaven.  Every swipe of the razor was followed by me
kissing the bare skin.  I made certain even the stubble surrounding her
labia was fresh shaven.  Each time I kissed the skin.  After I wipe her
clean with a wash cloth, Amy made her plea for me to 'finish' what I
started.  I was buried nose deep into her.  It didn't take long for me to
find Amy's magic spot.  She was bucking, but holding my head in tight. 
Let's just say, Amy is not very quiet.  Davy was begging for us to let him
the bathroom. We giggled as we switched places.  I didn't want to be bare,
but I did allow Amy to clean my labia of all little hairs.  She also gave
me little kisses along the way.  She didn't even bother with the wash cloth
first, her tongue attacked me.  I fought the climax until my left brain
slapped my right brain, 'We want this right, Right?' We did.  I was quite
embarrassed as I felt a wave of juices flow towards Amy.  Did I really need
to let the neighborhood hear me?  She stayed in place until I was
exhausted.

   We had to quickly shower and brush our hair and teeth.  I asked Amy,
"Can I touch it again?" She smiled, as I reached between her legs.  'Oh,
that's smooth!' my right brain acknowledged.  My left brain had
short-circuited in the excitement.  Too bad, she missed something
wonderful.

   When we emerged from the bathroom, Davy was naked and masturbating in
the hallway.  I said, "Good morning." He climaxed.  Amy and I ran
downstairs giggling.

   We could only grab a box of orange juice for we were again late. My nude
Victor was standing in the front.  I pulled Amy along as I greeted Victor.
We had a group hug and kiss.  I had each in one hand as we walked to the
minivan.  Mrs.  Cartwright was wearing a sheer robe, and she looked like
she didn't want to wait another minute.  Unfortunately for her, Mr. 
Cartwright had his own plans. She didn't seem to mind.  Victor suggested we
just walk to school. Amy agreed when she saw her parents heading back to
the house.

   So many cars passed us on the way to school.  Everyone honking and
waving.  I was having too much fun.  My two best friends were with me. 
None of us wearing clothes, none of us caring to wear any either.  I
finally told Victor, "I told Amy about yesterday in my backyard.  I hope
you don't mind.  I thought she should know." Victor looked around to Amy
and smiled when he saw Amy smiling.

   Amy said, "Are you going to tell Victor about last night or this
morning?"

   I replied, "Should I?"

   Victor was curious, "Should you tell me what?"

   Amy said in a joking voice, "If she told you what, she would be telling
about it.  Wouldn't she?" Amy did add, "Oh, go ahead and tell him if you
want."

   I blurted out, "Amy and I made love."

   Oops!  I could tell that took Victor by complete surprise!  Too late. 
But as I've learned, never underestimate Victor for understanding.  He
leaned back to tell Amy, "So you beat me to her, eh?  Good for you.  Now,
give a guy a chance, okay?"

   Victor wasn't worried.  I know he knows I love him.  Just to be certain,
I kissed Victor and Amy, then yelled, "I love these guys!" Just then we
were passing Mrs.  Meadows walking her dog.  She smiled.

   We made it to school minutes before the bell was to ring.  This time all
the girls had to watch me kiss Victor good-bye at the North entrance, and I
made certain to make the kiss something for them to get jealous.  I saw
Marilyn walk inside rather than wait for Victor to make his way through the
crowd of girls.  I think they groped more than the guys.

   Well, I thought the girls did until I was met with the unofficial last
day grope line.  I was blocked from assisting Lynn.  Lynn was the girl who
was having a terrible time stripping at the box each morning with all the
boys taunting.  Amy came to the rescue, "Look guys!  Keiko shaved me bare
this morning.  It is really smooth too!" Oh my, the guys understood every
word of what she said, too.

   "Keiko shaved YOU?" "How do I know she did a good job?" "Why didn't you
shave Keiko?" then "Are you two lesbian lovers?"

   I knew I had one chance to distract the guys from Lynn.  I turned to Amy
and smirked.  She kissed me.  As I returned the kiss, I peeked to see Lynn
racing for the doors.  Amy and I parted to a stunned audience.  Amy said,
"Guys are too easy." We raced up the stairs laughing.  Tiny Tim blocked our
entrance.  He handed Amy a powdered doughnut and offered his arm to escort
her.  She bit the doughnut spilling sugar powder down her front.  She
wrapped her little arm around Tiny's massive arm, and they entered the
building together, together nude, together eating doughnuts.

   Today was to be last day to attend school nude.  I walked the halls
slowly and proudly.  I had gone all week without a stitch of clothing, day
or night.  I knew it would soon end, so I wanted to enjoy my last day as
much as possible.  Everyone was being so nice to me.  I felt sorry for
those girls who had had a bad time during their week.  I was walking on
clouds.

   Mr.  Dennison thanked me again for helping him get over his own
daughter's actions.  I didn't think confessing my own sexual exploits would
help any, so I simply offered to clean his blackboards.  We chatted about
baseball as I wiped the boards.  I found myself agreeing to come to the
high school baseball game that afternoon.  I immediately regretted not
checking with Victor first.  This whole dating thing was new to me, but
knowing Victor, he would be okay with it.  I told Mr.  Dennison that I
would have to leave early if the game ran long.  Mr.  Dennison was happy,
"You can help Linda with the bat girl duties."

   "Keiko, Keiko Wilson, please report to the front office."

   I was too happy about everything to even think about what the
announcement didn't say.  It wasn't until I was in the front office I
realized, "Where's Nurse Magee?"

   Maggie told me, "Her father passed away.  She probably won't in school
all next week either."

   My left brain was saddened.  My right brain wanted to get my purse, but
she knew not to say anything right now.  Maybe later, but not right now.

   I very quietly applied my 'vaginal' cream.  I then made my way to find
Victor at Mrs.  Pouts classroom.

   Victor and I kissed and started to walk towards Spanish class.  I saw
Amy walking the other direction, so I called to her.  She appeared to be a
different world until I actually touched her.  She had powdered sugar all
over her breasts.  In the hallway I tried to brush most of it off her.  She
simply said, "Have you ever noticed Tim's hands?"

   Senor Franks had a quiz for us.  I finished in a few minutes, but it was
clear the rest of the class was struggling.  Senor Franks suggested my
quick read yesterday was the reason for everyone's problems.  I offered to
re-read the chapter.  I made sure to read slowly.  Most of the class
finally understood the reading well enough to finish their quiz.  I even
apologized to the class for my behavior yesterday when I was wondering
about Victor.

   Victor and I strolled arm-in-arm to the front office.  When the
principal needed a note sent to the gym for preparing the bleacher for the
afternoon assembly, I jumped at the chance.  I ran to the gym.  Afterall,
Victor would be there.  I gave Coach the note but my eyes never left Victor
playing volleyball with the girls.  He wasn't paying any attention to his
game either.  The volleyball bounced from his head.  His smile simply
expanded towards me.  Not even a spike from Marilyn would distract him.

   We were a sight at lunch.  Victor and I snuggled closely eating very
little except for each other.  Amy and Tiny Tim were the distraction of the
lunchroom.  Amy was feeding Tiny.  She was sitting on the table straddling
the giant man.  He was loving the attention Amy was showing him.  I think
Amy had a real sweet spot for Tim as well.

   Just as lunch was about to end, the PA system announced, "Due to a
conflict, today's assembly will start in ten minutes.  Please go directly
to the gym."

   The four of us knew we were to meet the other students in The Program,
as well as, Bob Freschetti.  Fortunately, the principal didn't object to me
participating in the assembly as a regular Program student even though no
one else in school knew I wasn't actually drafted into The Program.

   Principal Harrison had Victor, Tiny, and Bob wait in the hallway. The
rest of us followed the principal to the stand.

   After the usual shriek of the audio equipment, the principal announced,
"Thank-you for making a last minute change to your schedules.  First, I
would like to call Keiko Wilson.  Keiko." I was a bit nervous standing in
front of the entire student body exposing my entire body, but I was more
nervous about what the principal might say.  He continued, "Keiko has, this
week, proven what The Program is all about.  Not a one of us would have
imagined Keiko surviving a week without wearing her clothes.  But she has
not only survived, she has thrived.  I understand you haven't worn a thing
since Monday morning including working at the mall.  Is this right?" I
agreed and pointed out Amy had also not worn clothes all week.  Mr. 
Harrison said, "Yes, that is my understanding as well.  However, in the
case of Miss Cartwright, I believe we all feel it was more difficult for
her to wear clothes all year than to be without coverings." The students
started to laugh.  Amy blushed, but she step forward and did a little
curtsey. She lived for the attention.

   Principal Harrison said, "Keiko, as the director of The Program at this
school, it is my pleasure to present to you a special award." He hung a
medal with a long red ribbon around my neck.  Amy stepped forward to pull
my hair back to allow the ribbon to settle against the back of my neck. 
The medal read, 'The Best Acceptance of the Ideals of The Program" I cried.
I don't know why.  But I did.  And I wasn't able to stop.  I was hugging
Principal Harrison, and making a mess on his suit coat.  He simply wrapped
an arm around me, as he proceeded with the announcements.

   He called for Victor, Tim, and Bob to come stand before the assembly.  I
managed to look up through blurry eyes to see Victor walking across the
hardwood floor.  Mr.  Harrison mentioned their fighting and how this was
going to be a unique punishment.  He asked the students to vote on who
would have their clothes taken away for the remainder of the school year.
Freschetti looked towards the stand in complete disbelief.

   The principal called out Victor's name and asked the students to vote by
applause.  Several girls stood giving Victor an applause. Marilyn was one
of them.  I knew she just wanted to see him nude for her own chance to get
him.

   "Timothy, please step forward so the school can see you." The little
joke about Tiny's size caused several of us to laugh.  My tears were still
flowing, but every one of them was a happy tear. The principal called for
the school to vote on Tiny.  Not a word, for Tiny wasn't the best looking
of men nor anyone care to upset him.  Then Amy stepped forward cheering. 
She showed every ounce of her cheerleading too.  She got several kids to
stand applauding for Tiny.  More than for Victor.  Tiny was beaming for the
support Amy showed him.  Odd reaction, I thought.

   Now, it was Freschetti's turn.  The school did not wait for the voting
announcement.  Nearly everyone erupted with cheers and applause.  Bob's
head dropped.  We all knew a nude Freschetti was an disarmed Freschetti. 
"Bob, you have about six weeks to go.  Do you accept your punishment?  Or
would you rather be suspended, repeat your senior year, and lose your
football scholarship?" Bob accepted quite reluctantly.

   I leaned to the microphone, "The drugstore has Nair on sale.  You might
want to pick up a case or two." Even Principal Harrison chuckled.  Bob
Freschetti's embarrassment was complete.

   Lynn was selected as the winner of the contest.  It took us all by
surprise.  But I saw her shock to winning change to being proud. Even
though I knew Amy wanted to win, she was genuinely happy for Lynn.  I took
notice, Lynn was beautiful.  Lynn came forward, and we hugged.  The school
responded to the sight of two nude girls embracing.  I felt it was right,
so I gave Lynn a quick kiss square on her lips.  She smiled, but it was
clear she was embarrassed.

   Amy came up to congratulate Lynn as well.  They quickly hugged and
kissed each other on the cheeks.  I quipped, "Amy, you can do better than
that." Amy could and she showed.  She planted a very wet kiss on me center
stage in front of all the students and teachers.  Amy and I left the stage
holding each other.  I pulled Victor into our embrace.

   I hadn't seen them before, but the Cartwrights were video taping the
whole assembly.  We waved to the camera as Amy raced to hug her parents.

   Principal Harrison met us and informed Amy's parents that I was
performing Romeo and Juliet next period.  He invited them to stay. Amy
asked to be excused from her next class to attend with her parents.  The
principal was ready to say no until Amy whispered to him, "If you let me
skip class, I know I can get Mom to strip."

   Mr.  Harrison straighten up, "Well, it is a special day for you all.  I
suppose it would be alright for you all to attend together."

   Mr.  Zank was surprised by his sudden audience of several parents. He
decided it should be a more theatrical event.  He asked us to repeat Act
III since we had done this one several times through the week.  We
proceeded to read our parts, and everyone seemed to enjoy the audience,
except Romeo.  He knew this Act ended with him stripped nude in bed.  He
really didn't like the fact several of the parents were recording the scene
on their video cameras.  Just as were about to debate the morning, the PA
system called, "Keiko, Keiko Wilson, please come to the front office."

   Mr.  Zank moaned, "Not now!"

   I apologized, but I suggested someone else could finish the role of
Juliet.  Mr.  Zank looked around for a volunteer.  Amy stood up and
declared, "My mother play Juliet in a play once.  She'll do it!" I smiled
as Amy started to undress her mother, "Mom, you have to be nude for this
scene." Mrs.  Cartwright wasn't really trying to stop Amy.  I left hoping
to see the video tape later.  Romeo was smiling.

   The 'vaginal' cream jar was nearly empty.  I made a lingering
application of what little was left.  As the bell rang for the next class,
Principal Harrison, Amy, and the Cartwrights entered the office.  Amy and
her mother were nude.  I smiled at how easily Mrs. Cartwright stripped. 
Clearly the two men escorting her were visibly pleased with her outfit.

   I hugged them all before racing off to gym class.  Coach had a note from
Mr.  Dennison asking me to help the baseball managers get the equipment
ready for the game.  I was surprised to see Linda nude in the boys locker
room, but she explained, "My dad thought it would help attendance to the
games." Linda is gorgeous gal, so it no doubt would bring many students to
the game.

   While other schools had seen us participating in The Program for other
sporting events, it was always fun to watch their initial reactions to
seeing nude girls running around.  Linda seemed to know just when to
distract the opposing team, too.  Coach Dennison seemed to enjoy the final
result.  We won based on a twelve run rule in the third inning.

   I was going to be late for dinner at Victor's.  Linda offered me a ride.
She didn't bother to get dressed either.  As I rode, I asked her, "What was
sex like for you?" She was surprised wondering how I knew she wasn't a
virgin.  I explained her father talking with me.  Linda told me in no
uncertain terms to ensure I really loved the guy and the guy really loved
me.  She made a big mistake.  I was certain Victor was not going be a
mistake.  I thanked her for the ride and advice.

   Something I had not even thought about was wearing clothes to dinner.  I
was surprised to see Victor wearing a shirt and slacks. Mrs.  Gomes seemed
to understand my embarrassment, too.  She simply hugged me, and pulled me
inside and introduced me to their whole family.  I was amazed at all the
people.  The Gomes have a large family, and everyone was talkative.  Mostly
trying to embarrass Victor with childhood tales.  I held his hand and
squeezed as I found them all endearing.  I kissed Victor several times
during the course of dinner.  His little brown-eyed, brown-haired sister
squealed with delight each time.

   Victor and I sat in their backyard gazebo.  Mrs.  Gomes kept calling the
other kids back in the house to leave us alone.  It seemed every time we
kissed, one of his little siblings popped up laughing.  Finally, I
suggested I knew I place where we would have some privacy.  I thanked the
Gomes' for a delightful dinner.  Mrs. Gomes invited me over any time.  She
also told Victor, "You cannot walk this girl home wearing that.  How do you
think she would feel being the only one nude on the streets."

   Victor slipped off his clothes to walk me home.  To my home.  My
backyard actually.  We found ourselves lusting for each other. Victor
reminded me it was his turn.  He slipped between my legs, kissing his way
down.  His rougher cheeks felt completely different from how Amy felt
sliding down there.  The final result was the same.  I didn't try to muffle
my pleasure this time.  It is possible everyone the neighborhood heard.  I
did not care.  Victor gave me the wettest kiss ever.  It wasn't until he
left I realized, some of that wetness was me!

   Amy and I ran upstairs to talk.  I told her every thing as we soaked in
the tub together.  We laid there for well over an hour. We were pruned, but
Amy's skin was even softer than normal.  We hurried to bed, but sleep
wasn't on our minds.



   Keiko - Naked in School, Weekend

   I woke finding Amy wrapped in my arms.  We faced each other.  I felt
terrible about having to wake her from her cute little snoring sleep, but I
had to get ready for work.  She stirred awake as I tried to slip my arm
from under her.  Just awake enough to kiss me and wish me a good day.  I
heard her gentle snore before I made it to the bedroom door.

   Walking through the Cartwrights' house in the nude while they all slept
was quite odd.  I have no idea why I looked in each bedroom, but I did. 
Davy was snoring, and it was anything but cute.  He was still wearing his
clothes from last night.  He must have gone out, and crashed in his bed
afterwards.  Mr.  and Mrs.  Cartwright were laying nude together.  He had
her pulled in tight, her back to his front.  They appeared the perfect
image of spooning.  She was smiling in her sleep.  I just stood there
watching them sleep.  I could only hope for such love in my own marriage...
someday.  I finally moved to the bathroom.

   I felt awful turning on the water.  Surely I would wake the house. I
attempted to be as quiet as the water pipes would permit. Without Amy
'helping' me get ready, I was finished in a couple of minutes.  I smiled
knowing Amy would have delayed me nearly an half-an-hour.  I would not have
minded, either.

   I was surprised to see that no one was awake after my noise making.  So
I quietly eased downstairs.  I wrote a note:

   To the Cartwrights,

   You all have been such wonderful hosts and friends to me this week.  I
do not know how I would have managed without your help.  I cannot express
my thanks enough.  I've left for work hoping not to disturb you.  I have
one more favor to ask, but I will wait til this evening to ask.  Please
know I love you all, and I always will.

   Kisses,

   Keiko

   The mall was three miles from our houses.  The morning air felt cool
against my naked skin.  It felt wonderful.  My nipples responded as I
started a brisk walk.  Bare foot, I made my course along the side roads to
avoid the gravel shoulders.  Few were outside this early.  I knew I would
reach the mall before the opening, so I took my time simply enjoying
myself.

   It wasn't my plan to cross paths with Victor, but I did.  He was jogging
this morning.  When he caught up to me, he walked with me. After a block or
two, Victor tossed his running shorts and supporter in someone bushes.  He
saw no reason to be dressed if I wasn't, although he left on his shoes.  We
walked together slowly making our way to the mall.  We still were early,
maybe by thirty minutes.  Victor washed my feet in the fountain, but there
was little else for us to do in the empty mall.  We sat down with our lips
locked together.  I really have no idea how long we kissed. All I know is
we never stopped until Vincent walked up and greeted me good morning.

   I introduced Victor to Vincent.  Vincent looked uneasy shaking Victor's
hand.  Vincent was barely used to seeing me nude, but having a nude man
shaking his hand was a bit much for him.  I gave Victor a quick kiss
telling him I would be off work about four o'clock.  Vincent suggested I
could leave at two if I wanted.  I told Victor, "I'll see you a little
after two then!"

   There is virtually nothing to do on Saturdays.  Our business was always
quite slow, but more so on the weekend.  I spent my time dusting the books.
I guess I should have be thinking about my parents returning home tomorrow,
but I had a plan and I never imagined it going wrong.  It was probably a
divine warning that I should pull a book of Robert Burns poetry to read,
'best laid schemes o' mice and men...' I didn't see the warning at the
time.

   The day went quickly.  Precisely at two o'clock, Vincent told me to have
fun.  I intended to have fun...  with Victor.  I raced the miles back to
Victor's house.  I didn't even realize I had ran the entire way.  I was
barely out of breath, but I was sweating.  Mrs. Gomes answered the door and
invited me inside.  Victor was running an errand for her, and she said he
would be home soon.  I asked if I may take a quick shower to freshen up. 
Mrs.  Gomes led me down the hallway and gave me a fresh towel.  Okay, it
was weird to be showering in their bathroom, so I quickly cleaned myself
trying to be careful to keep my hair dry.  The terry cloth towel soaked the
dampness from my skin and the slight wetness of my hair.  As I stepped from
the bathroom, Victor stepped down the hallway.  I'm not completely sure if
I pulled him or he pushed me, but we were back in the bathroom lip locked
again.  This time he was kissing me hard, and I pushed back with my mouth.
I felt the lavatory against my butt.  In a second, my feet were off the
ground.  Victor between my legs.  Oh, how easy it would have been for him
to slide inside me just then.  I was wet.  Somehow, we managed not to lock
together below our waists.  Heaven knows we did little to avoid it.  I
could feel the warmth and hardness of his erection pressing flat against my
inner thigh.

   "Oh my!" Mrs.  Gomes said.  Victor stepped back.  I turned three shades
of red.  My legs were wide open!  Just as I was ready to saw NOTHING
happened!  Mrs.  Gomes just closed the door for us.  The moment was lost.
Victor started to laugh.  I stared at him unable to keep a straight face. I
quickly kissed him as I hopped off the counter top.

   Victor suggested we take his uncle's boat for a ride around the lake.  I
don't know if I feared what I would do alone with Victor or what he might
do to me, but I asked, "Can we take Amy along, too?" If Victor had plans,
he didn't show it.  He thought it would be fun to have Amy come with us.

   Victor ran across the street to get his uncle's boat keys as I
telephoned Amy, "Amy!  Victor and I are going for a boat ride.  We want you
to come along...  No, you won't be a third wheel... Honest.  Anyhow, a
tricycle is more stable than a bicycle...  It means it won't fall over... I
want you to come along...  Victor said it would be fun to have you come,
too...  Please!  I really want to be with you too...  Great, we'll be over
to get you real soon...  Love ya!"

   Victor was smiling big time when he returned, "Uncle Pablo said I could
drive his Lincoln." Mrs.  Gomes didn't like that, but she just gave us some
towels telling us to sit on them.  The Lincoln had leather seats.  I never
thought about what a mess a naked person could leave.  It finally dawned on
me, all school year no one ever seemed to pay this detail any attention.  I
wondered who sat in my seats after each of my classes.  Then I wondered who
had to sit in Bob Freschetti's seat.  YUCK!

   While the water was too cold to swim, the air was warm, almost hot in
the sun.  It felt great as the boat roared from the dock.  Amy and I sat in
the stern seat with the full wind against us.  I noticed Amy's nipples
instantly become erect as the fine misty spray hit us.  I teased one of her
nipples as I yelled over the engine noise, "I see you are enjoying this!"

   She yelled back, "You are too Nipple Girl!" My own nipples were as erect
as hers.

   Victor was keen on watching the waves as we raced across the lake. I
motioned for Amy to follow me.  Crouched down low I reached towards
Victor's muscular butt cheek.  Amy reached for his other cheek.  Together
we pinched him.  He jumped a good two feet off the deck!  He brought the
engine to idle then tackled both of us to the vinyl bench.  As we wrestled,
Amy was helping Victor tickle me.  I fought back at both of them until I
was completely out of breath from laughing.  Then Amy planted a kiss on me.
I held her face tight for a long time.  Victor wasn't going to be left out.
He fell on my breasts suckling and massaging them both.  I was loving the
attention.  Then Amy broke free.  She moved to the other side of Victor.  I
could no longer see her, but I felt her hair brushing the inside of my
legs. As Amy kissed her way up my inner thighs, Victor made his way to my
lips.  I was soaking wet from all this attention.  It wasn't long before I
couldn't breath.  I had to hold Victor back for a minute.  Amy hit the
spot! When I thought I could not take it another second, Amy found the spot
on the spot!  My hips convulsed.  This was intense.  From blurry eyes, I
saw Victor just smiling broadly at me as I bucked in reaction to Amy's
actions.  Just when I was ready for her to continue, she stopped. SHE
STOPPED!

   Amy dove for her small bag.  She rutted through it for a few seconds. 
"Found it!" she exclaimed.  And handed Victor something small.

   Victor looked troubled and showed me a small red square.  I was puzzled.
Amy grabbed the red square back and ripped it open. Although I had never
seen one up close, I knew it was a condom.

   I nodded to Victor.  He asked, "Are you sure?"

   I grabbed the condom and started to slip it over his erection.  Amy sat
back, but told me, "Don't put it on too tightly.  Leave a little at the
end." I had no idea what I was doing and it showed. I ripped the condom.  I
screamed!

   Amy found another one, and this time she slipped it on Victor as I
watched closely.  Victor's erection seemed to grow within the rubber.  I
was a nervous wreck.  Victor sensed this, as did Amy. They teamed up again
to get me over my nerves.  Amy started kissing me on the lips, and Victor
kissed my other lips.  I was humping his face in seconds.  Then I felt
Victor pull away and slide himself back between my legs.  Amy pulled away.
Victor was entering me!  I looked at his eyes looking straight in my eyes.

   The pain was sharp.  I knew it would be from all I had read.  Victor
seemed to be pulling back as I showed the pain, but I grabbed his hips and
pulled him back in deeper.  It hurt, but it felt strangely wonderful at the
same time.  His motions were quick but constant, and I saw his expression
turn to a painful twitch.  He pulled out. I was bleeding.  Amy was quick to
clean me with a wet towel.  Victor had to walk around Amy to kiss me.  I
was crying, but I was happy, very happy.  Victor just held me as Amy
cleaned my mess.

   Amy offered to drive the boat as Victor and I cuddled.  I was quite
surprised.  Amy was a very good at steering the boat.  Much better as a
boat captain than a driver in a car.  Victor had me wrapped in his arms.  I
was both sad and happy.  I never expected to lose my virginity before my
wedding night, but I knew I would never have traded this day for anything.

   Victor told Amy to reduce the power.  He and Amy switched positions. 
Victor slowly steered us back to the dock.  I thanked Amy for being here
with me.  She made my first time very special, and I would never forget her
for making it possible.

   As we climbed from the boat, I saw the bloody towel.  It appeared we had
gutted fish with it.  Victor simply wrapped it up and carried the filthy
thing under the other towels.  My friends, no, my lovers, each were holding
me close as we walked back to the car.  I was really worried about soiling
his uncle's car seats, but Victor insisted I just lay down.  He cradled me
in the back seat. It took me several minutes to realize, Amy was driving. I
sat up quickly foreseeing my death!  Amy had us safely back at her house.

   I kissed Victor, "I love you Mister Victor Gomes."

   Victor said, "I love you Miss Keiko Wilson."

   Amy was tearing up.  She threw herself on us in a group hug.

   I was crying in joy myself.  Amy and I waved good-bye to Victor after
Amy promised to take very good care of me.

   Well, she had done an excellent job so far, but her good luck ended.  We
were locked out of the house.  It seems Davy had left early to return to
college.  Mr.  and Mrs.  Cartwright were out.  I started to laugh.  I
managed to get locked out of TWO houses within a week.  As we started to
walk around the house to see if we could find a window open or something, I
heard a scream...

   "KEIKO!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

   The voice was my mother.  I froze.  They weren't due back yet!  As I
spun around, I saw my father's look of horror.  I immediately covered
myself.  My father grabbed my mother's arm and pulled her inside our house.
I chased them, but the door was slammed shut and locked by the time I
reached it.

   "Mom!  Dad!  Please let me explain!" I screamed over the wailing of my
mother.  My father approached the locked door only to pull the curtains
shut.  I pounded on the door pleading for them to let me inside.

   My father yelled, "My daughter would not be nude outside.  I have no
idea who you are, you little tramp."

   I screamed, "Daddy, please let me explain!"

   My father carried my mother away from the kitchen door saying, "We no
longer have a daughter."

   I started sobbing.  Amy raced to my side, "Come on Keiko.  Let's go back
to my house.  They will calm down."

   I have no idea how long we sat on the Cartwright's porch.  I never
stopped crying.  Even when Amy's parents came home, I simply cried in Mrs.
Cartwright's arms.  I knew my babbling was making no sense.  Amy attempted
to explain what had happened.  Mr.  Cartwright was steamed.  He left the
house.  All I could hear was shouting, the words made no sense.  What
finally pierced my sobs was the police siren.  Amy, Mrs.  Cartwright, and I
raced to the window.  My father and Mr.  Cartwright were being held back by
two officers with two more moving fast.

   I ran from the house towards the commotion.  Unfortunately, that simply
sent my father in further hysterics, "Keep that whore off my property!" One
of the policemen grabbed me, and pulled me to the curb.  He was asking me
questions, but I couldn't answer.  I was shaking and babbling and crying.
Amy translated for me.  My father was escorted back in my house, and Mr. 
Cartwright was forced back to his own lawn.

   Mrs.  Cartwright made sure her husband was alright before racing to my
side.  The policemen suggested I stay with the Cartwrights until my parents
settled down.  I knew my father would never settle down.  My life was
ruined.  Mrs.  Cartwright carried me back inside their house.

   When I woke, the pillow was wet.  I had no idea how long I cried or
slept.  My gut ached.  I felt like throwing up.  I made my way to the
bathroom unable to throw up.  I splashed water on my face.  I wanted to
crawl away and cry myself to death.

   Amy appeared.  She looked strange.  I couldn't place it at first. She
was wearing clothes!  I finally noticed, so was I.  The tears flowed again.
Amy held me close, and laid me back in bed.  She rocked me back to sleep.

   When I woke, I felt better.  My stomach was twisted in knots, but at
least my complete despair was waning.  Amy was still holding me.  She
smiled, "If you need to cry some more, I can put on a clean shirt." I
laughed, but it hurt too much.  We went back to the bathroom to freshen up.

   Downstairs, I asked, "Have my parents come over yet?"

   Mrs.  Cartwright said, "I'm sorry Keiko.  No.  I think I saw them drive
off last night."

   I realized I had no idea what day it was.  "Last night?" I was told I
had cried and slept for about the last twenty-four hours.

   Amy started to cook some soup for us.  I decided to help her so I'd have
something edible.  She didn't seem to mind.  She held me close as I stirred
the tomato soup.  Amy said, "Victor has been calling. I explained what had
happened.  I hope you don't mind."

   I said, "Thank-you, I don't think I could have told Victor.  Did you
tell anyone what happened earlier yesterday?" Amy placed her forefinger to
her lips.

   As I poured the soup into our cups, the doorbell rang.  I looked up,
"Daddy?"

   It was Victor.  He had a bouquet of flowers.  He dressed in suit, too. I
raced over to hug him.  I needed his strength.  He carried me back to the
kitchen.  I sat in his lap as he fed me spoonfuls of soup.  I started to
feel better, but not much.  After I finished the soup, everyone insisted I
should go to bed and rest.  I didn't feel much like sleeping.  Everyone
kissed me good night as I laid in bed.  I was asleep in seconds.

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   When the alarm went off, Amy was leaning on the bed next to me. She had
sat on the floor and fell asleep with her head on the mattress.  She looked
sore as she knocked the alarm clock to the floor.  I reached over and
massaged her shoulders.  Amy suggested we shower before going to school.  I
slowly rose from the bed. Without thinking, I pulled off the clothes they
had put me in sometime ago.

   This shower with Amy was simply to get clean.  We lacked the playfulness
of the past week.

   Amy said, "Mother wants me to wear clothes for a week.  Then I can
decide whether to wear them to school or not." I asked if I could borrow
something to wear.  "Of course." A simple white blouse, denim skirt, and
panties is all I wore.  Her few bras and numerous shoes were too large on
my tinier body.

   I never could remember dreading attending school as I did this morning.
Mrs.  Cartwright told Amy to stop pulling at her clothes. Amy looked very
uncomfortable wearing clothes again.  I managed to thank Mrs.  Cartwright
for the ride before I flung myself into her arms crying.  Mrs.  Cartwright
suggested the sooner I return to my normal routine, the sooner I could get
back to normal.

   The walk to the school doors never seemed longer.  I saw Nurse Magee in
the hallway.  I ran over to her and wrapped my arms around her.  I told her
how sorry I was to hear her father had died.  I added, "I know how it is to
lose your parents." Maybe I didn't exactly, but it had certainly felt that
way.  She held me tight thanking me.

   She moved us over to her office.  "Keiko, I think you left your things
here last week."

   A new emotion came over me.  "Those are no longer mine.  My father's
daughter owns that stuff."

   Nurse Magee closed the door asking me to explain.  I told her
everything. Including making love to Victor.  She was very understanding
and supportive.  No lectures.  No blames.  We talked for a couple of hours.
I hardly noticed the time.  Afterwards, I knew I needed to get to my
classes.  Fortunately, my next class was my study break where I worked in
the front office.

   Principal Harrison seemed relieved to see me with Nurse Magee. They
talked briefly.  Then I was asked to go into the principal's office.  Mr.
Harrison looked quite tense.  "Keiko, we have a little problem.  Your
parents have filed a law suit against the school. The school district's
attorney has already called to say I will have to make your consent form
public.  I hope you will understand."

   I looked up more upset that my father would have taken action so
quickly. It was bitterness that spoke, "Why does HE have the right to sue?
HE has disowned me.  HE has no daughter attending school here.  HE has no
legal standing.  HE didn't sign anything, I DID!" Principal Harrison was
shocked.  He immediately dialed the phone and hit the speaker on.  He
called the school district's attorney. I was asked to repeat my position.
The attorney was quite pleased. He said I would make a fine lawyer.  I
joked, "Sorry, I might be too honest." Fortunately, he laughed.

   It was towards the end of lunch Principal Harrison found me eating with
Victor.  My father's attorney admitted my father had no case. The suit was
dropped.

   Mr.  Royer must have heard something from the principal.  The whole
support bra project was going to be dropped.  A few students were upset
since they had worked to make their 'bras'.  Last Friday, the assembly
interrupted the fittings.  I decided for Mr.  Royer.  I stood up tossing my
shirt over my head.  I announced, "Since I'm not wearing a bra, I suppose I
should see if any of the projects actually work." The class cheered, and
Mr. Royer made certain I wanted to do this.  I did.

   As I said before, these attempts to construct a support bra had the
appearance of a suspension bridge.  A couple of them actually did make a
crude support, but most were simply a tangling of strings and were quite
uncomfortable.  I got a strange look as I rubbed my breasts after they
removed one such tress.  When the bell rang, I grabbed my books and
followed the rest of the class out the door.

   I didn't even realize I had left Amy's blouse in the Physics class until
Mr.  Zank mentioned my half attire, "A new fashion statement, Keiko?"

   I laughed, 'See what a week of being nude will do to a girl?"

   In gym class, I was back with the girls.  I have no idea why, but I just
wore my tee shirt and gym shoes.  We were given knee and elbow pads to play
volleyball.  I had a really good time playing too.  I really worked up a
sweat playing.  I was constantly wiping the sweat from my eyes using the
tee shirt tails.  I finally cast the shirt completely off.  I felt even
better.  I was making bumps I never would have made a few weeks ago.  I was
really feeling good!

   After showering, I locked Amy's skirt and panties in my locker.  I
walked out of the locker room nude.  Victor was there to meet me. I planted
a kiss on him before he could say a word.  When I finally allowed him to
catch his breath, I said, "My life started over last week.  I didn't
realize it then, but it did.  Victor Gomes, I want you to be part of the
rest of my life."
   Victor said, "Ain't no way you'll get rid of me."