The next morning, standing there in my room after my shower, I looked at the school clothes I'd set out, wondering what I'd been thinking of. There they were; underwear, socks, white short sleeved shirt, khaki pants today, instead of jeans.
Why in the world had I bothered? Once I got to the school door they all had to come off.
Then I heard Mom calling me to breakfast, and reached for my underpants - and dropped them. I'd deal with the clothes problem after I ate. I trotted downstairs naked, my dick flopping about as I entered the kitchen.
"Ouch!" mom yelped.
The chair at the kitchen table was cold under my butt. "You okay, Mom?"
She was running cold water over her hand. "Oh, I just burned myself. Nothing serious," she assured me. "You startled me! I didn't expect to see you - like that!"
"Is it okay?" I asked, reaching for some toast. "I was going to dress after breakfast."
"It's okay. You just startled me. It's going to take awhile for me to get used to this."
"Sorry," I apologized through a mouth of toast, starting to get up. "I'll go...."
"No!" she answered a little sharply. "No, don't. I need to get used to it." She nibbled her lip. "This program is for all of us."
"Good morning!" Sis greeted us cheerily. "Nice outfit," she teased me. She was kind of dolled up this morning - white blouse, nice skirt, knee socks, a pretty bow in her hair and even a touch of lipstick, which was rare.
I winked at Mom. Sis seemed to take my nudity in stride this morning. "You look nice yourself," I complimented her. "What's the occasion?"
She shrugged. "Nothing special. I just felt like it."
"Drink your juice," Mom ordered, dishing out the scrambled eggs. "And eat up, both of you, or you're going to be late. As will I if I don't get out of here right now." She shoveled down her breakfast, gave us each a hug and peck and gathered up her things and was gone like a whirlwind.
Sis and I ate in silence for a few minutes, neither of us being morning people. Then a horn honked outside.
"There's my bus! Shit!" She scrambled for her books.
"Where's your quarter?" I asked. Mom's real strict about bad language. When one of us says the "s" word or the "f" word we have to drop a quarter in a jar on the counter. I think she'd contributed as much as Dee and I had lately. Pretty soon we'd have enough to go to the movies.
"I'll pay this afternoon." Sis gave me a quick peck on the cheek, her hand hot on my thigh as she leaned on it. "Better hurry!"
I checked the clock. "I've got time. See you this afternoon."
Silence fell and I took a deep breath, then shuttled the dishes to the sink before hurrying upstairs.
One look at all those clothes and I shook my head, knowing I was going to have to pedal like hell as it was. I practically jumped into my gym shorts (no underpants - why bother?) and threw on a tee shirt. Socks and loafers completed the process of dressing for school. My pencils, house key and stuff went in my book bag. Then I was out the door and on my bike.
As I swooped down the driveway and out on the street I felt air blowing up the open legs of my shorts, swirling around my dick and balls. My cock began to swell from the unfamiliar sensation.
The faster I pedaled, the more my dick grew, encouraged by the wind and the friction of its unfettered motion against my thigh and shorts. I glanced down; it was like a rod against my thigh, the head creeping downward with every pump of the pedals. By the time I was half a block from school the head was sticking out, catching the wind.
I leaped off my bike, slammed it into the rack and locked it, then took off around the building to where I was supposed to undress, hoping the girls had gone in already.
Oh, man. There was a mob! And there were the cheerleaders! In uniform, pompoms and all! And Peggy Schwartz, with her camera, to take pictures!
They burst into a cheer the moment they saw me, doing their little dance and pomming their poms, or whatever that is they do with them.
"Yay Carl! He's our man! If he can't do it, no one can!"
Blushing furiously, I skidded to a stop by the box.
"Better hurry, Carl, or you'll be late," Peggy urged, snapping pictures.
"C'mon, guys!" I pleaded as the cheerleaders shook their butts at me in one of their routines. Then they whirled around and leaped into the air, and I swear, two of them weren't wearing panties!
"Remember the rules, Carl," Peggy reminded me. "And try to smile!"
I shook my head, beaten. She was right. And anyway, she was such a perky little button, it wasn't possible to get mad at her. I dropped my book bag and started to peel off my T shirt.
"Yah dah dah, dah da da daaah. Yah dah dah, da da da dahh," the cheerleaders trumpeted, the old tune from that movie "The Stripper." They danced and waved their pompoms in time to the music.
So, I wiggled, and squirmed like I thought maybe a stripper would wiggle and squirm, peeling the shirt off and whirling it over my head while Peggy snapped pictures. I tried to flip it over her camera lens, but she dodged and went right on snapping as I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my shorts.
There wasn't any secret about what I had inside them. My hardon was like a tent pole. Dragging the shorts down, I let my cock spring free. I was able to step right out of them without taking my shoes off.
"No underwear!" the cheerleaders shrieked. "Yay, Carl!"
"There it is ladies!" Daringly, I wrapped my hand around my dork and waggled it at them, twirling my shorts on my other hand.
You would have thought a rock star had shown up the way the girls screamed.
Then the bell rang and I had to head inside, much to my relief, pursued by the cheerleaders and Peggy, still snapping pictures. When I stopped at my locker I think half the girls going by took the opportunity to smack my bare ass as they scampered past. By the time they were done I felt like I had a sunburn back there, and a hardon ready to explode.
Then it was Freschetti crowding me, practically shoving me into my locker. The steel door was like ice against my already heated tail and I let out a whoop.
"You and me, dork. Behind the equipment shed. Three o'clock."
"I've got science club," I pleaded, trying to squirm away and failing.
"Three o'clock, dork," he repeated ominously, leaning closer.
"Mr. Freschetti." Miss Mitchell's voice was as cold and hard as the steel door of the locker trying to wedge its way up the crack of my ass.
"Shit!" Freschetti muttered, backing off.
"I'm pleased to see you taking such an interest in Mr. Walker's project," Miss Mitchell went on. "Perhaps you'd like to join him? Don't hurry away, Mr. Walker."
I froze.
"Has he been bothering you, Mr. Walker?"
"Uh, no Miss Mitchell," I lied, sweating, not about to rat on this gorilla, no matter what.
"Hmmm." Obviously she didn't believe me, but decided not to challenge me on it. "If there should be the slightest incident of harassment from you, Mr. Freschetti, you will join Mr. Walker in dispensing with clothes for the rest of this week, and all of next week."
"Yes'm," he agreed meekly.
"And, if you are not suspended, you will be forced to play in Saturday's game wearing only your protective garments. Is that clear, Mr. Freschetti?"
He blanched. "Yes'm."
"Now, get to class before you're later than you already are." She watched him hurry away and then turned to me. "Are you sure he's not been bothering you?"
"Yes'm," I insisted.
"Hmmm," she murmured again, looking down at me. All my apparatus looked like it was trying to crawl up inside me for safety. "It's amazing what fear can reduce a man to." She reached down and stroked my terror shriveled penis and it sprang to attention.
She stroked its underside again, slowly, and it wept with joy. "Please stop by my office during lunch, Mr. Walker."
"Yes'm."
Then she turned business-like. "And, if there is any more trouble with Mr. Freschetti or any of his associates, I want you to tell me about it immediately. That, too, is part of the program, remember. Harassment of any kind will not be tolerated."
"Yes'm," I agreed dutifully, turning to go, hoping it wouldn't come up.
"You're doing well, Mr. Walker. Keep it up," she called after me.
Keep it up? I couldn't manage to keep it down! "Yes'm," I answered, hurrying away, wondering what lunch time at her office would bring.
I found out shortly after knocking on her office door and being invited in, closing it behind me at her request. She was in "severe" mode, by the looks of it. Her starched blouse barely bent over her small breasts.
She studied me, from head to toe, and I felt a blush rising. As usual, I had a hardon, though not one of the hardest.
She drummed her fingers on her big, polished desk. "I have a problem, Mr. Walker."
"Yes'm?"
"You have not been truthful with me," she went on.
I prickled with sweat at the accusation. Lying was a clause in the school honor code that had stiff penalties.
"I know that this morning was not the first encounter you have had with Mr. Freschetti. Miss Gallison reported an incident outside the lunchroom between the two of you yesterday."
"It wasn't anything," I argued.
"He threatened you," Miss Mitchell answered bluntly. "Then, again this morning, he was threatening you. Wasn't he, Mr. Walker?"
I hung my head. "Yes'm," I admitted miserably. "But...."
"You lied to me, didn't you, Mr. Walker?"
"Yes'm." I nodded.
Her fingers drummed on the desktop. "I understand your motives, Mr. Walker. I was young once, too, you know. I know what peer pressure can be like. You were afraid of retaliation, of ostracism if you tattled on him, weren't you?"
"Yes'm." What could I say? Freschetti or someone of his gang, most of them football jocks, would have pounded me if I'd ratted him out. To say nothing of how the rest of the school would have reacted to having our best halfback benched.
"Never-the-less, that does not mitigate your violation of the Honor Code, Mr. Walker."
"No'm," I agreed, waiting for the ax to fall.
"You present me with a difficult choice, Mr. Walker. Normally, that would be cause for immediate, summary suspension, would it not?"
"Yes'm."
"But that would interrupt your academics, and disrupt the program you are currently engaged in as well," she pointed out "I would regret that happening, and we'd have to start all over again next week, as well."
I thought of another week of nudity and shivered. I mean, yeah, I was getting kind of used to it, but still, it wasn't something I was anxious to carry on any longer than I had to.
"So, I want to propose an alternative."
I perked up. "Yes'm?"
"Corporal punishment."
"Corporal punishment?"
"A spanking, Mr. Walker."
"A ... spanking?" My voice cracked.
"A spanking." She was silent a moment. "It's your choice," she added.
I gulped, weighing the alternatives. I could endure another week of walking the halls and taking classes naked, or get my butt tanned by Miss Mitchell. I am not big on pain. On the other hand, something about a spanking - I felt my dick stiffen at the though of bending over Miss Mitchell's lap, of her hand smacking my bare ass.
Besides, it would only hurt for a few minutes.
"Uh, I guess the spanking," I answered reluctantly.
Was there a twinkle in her eye? A flush on her cheek? "As you wish, Mr. Walker." Opening a drawer on her desk, she pulled out a ping pong paddle! "This way, please," she ordered, rounding her desk and heading for the door.
Then I remembered. Paddlings were given in public!
Numb, I followed her out the door, into the halls crowded with students heading away from the lunchroom. At her order, I bent over, resting my hands on my knees. I didn't need to look. I could sense the crowd gathering.
"Mr. Walker lied to a faculty member," Miss Mitchell announced clearly. "The penalty he has chosen is corporal punishment, six strokes with the paddle."
The first one landed on the right cheek of my ass and I almost fell on my face as my butt burst into flame. Already it had been warmed by the girls that morning, and now it was getting blistered!
Clenching my teeth, I squeezed my eyes shut in an effort to keep the tears from coming. The next swat hit my left cheek. The rest followed quickly, alternating, three on each side of my butt.
I was gasping.
My tail was burning.
I was horny as a goat!
I straightened up, trying not to rub my blazing backside, blinking back tears. "Thank you, Miss Mitchell."
"On your way, Mr. Walker."
My rigid cock leading the way, I almost ran to gym class, barely pausing in the girl's locker room to shed my shoes and socks. The girls were flooding in. Some of them having just witnessed my punishment, giggled and pointed at my butt, which felt like it had been set on fire.
We were directed to the pool, and I looked forward to cooling my tail in the water, but first I needed to take care of something else. I asked Coach for time for relief. "Stephanie, will you help me, please?"
She blinked, and her plump cheeks pinked up, but she stepped forward even as some of the more svelte girls rolled their eyes and looked at each other.
"Are you sure you want me?" she asked softly.
I nodded. "Positive. Just wrap your hand around it, and pump."
She did, and worked it like it like a lever, instead of stroking it.
"No, this way," I explained to the titters of the other girls, and some guffaws from the boys. Putting my hand on hers, I showed her how to stroke my hardon.
"It's hot, and hard," she whispered, catching on quickly, my juices surging.
"Can I - touch your breast?" I asked. She was wearing the usual tank suit, nylon or something, thin as onion skin, molded to her - uh - robust curves.
"Uh - I guess so, if you want to."
"I really do!" I assured her, brushing my fingers over her tit, her nipple stiffening sharply from the light touch. Then I curled my hand around her lush, warm breast, feeling its weight, its warmth, its softness.
"Ahhh, don't stop," I pleaded as my groin went into joyous convulsions, hot spurts of cum jetting to spatter on her thigh and the pool deck. "Oh, that is sooo goooood," I assured her as my spurtings declined to a last few pulsations. "Thank you!"
Stephanie giggled, wiping her hand on her thigh as she did. "Sticky," she observed, embarrassed.
"It's all right," I assured her. "It washes right off."
Coach blew his whistle. "All right, show and tell is over. Everyone into the pool for some water polo."
Before she could move away, I took Stephanie's still sticky hand, led her to the edge of the pool, and dragged her in with me. We hit the water with a whoop and splashed each other gleefully as the cool water sluiced away my semen, and soothed my still burning ass.
She gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you!" she whispered, her body soft and warm against mine as we treaded water. "That felt good, when you touched me!"
"It was my pleasure," I assured her, meaning every word of it. We laughed together.
After school I hadn't pedaled even half a block before I decided my butt was still too sore for the bicycle seat and I dismounted. I was walking it when I heard Beth calling me and waited for her to catch up.
"Hi," she greeted me shyly.
"Hi yourself," I responded, wondering how she could change from being so teasing and flirtatious this morning to shy now.
"I - uh - heard you had Stephanie - uh - give you relief in gym," she admitted.
Maybe that was it? Maybe she was jealous? "I would have asked you to, if you'd been there."
"Oh!" She thought this over a moment. "She's very sweet."
"She's nice," I agreed. "But you're more my type." I didn't admit I'd felt Stephanie's breast.
"I feel bad for her," Beth went on. "People make fun of her just because she's kinda plump."
"Yeah." It didn't seem right to admit that I liked Beth's petite frame better than Stephanie's plumpness. And then, Beth was smarter than Stephanie, too. I could really talk with her. "She'll find the right guy," I assured her confidently.
"I hope so."
We walked along companionably for a few minutes. I could tell something else was bothering her. We were almost to the corner where she'd turn toward her house when she broke the silence.
"I heard that Karen has been seen naked on the streets, in public."
"Really?" I kind of wished I'd seen that, but I didn't say that to Beth. "Well, it's allowed, according to the new laws, and the program brochure they gave me encourages it."
"Are you going to do it?"
I thought about it, and felt my cock stiffen in my shorts. "I don't know," I admitted, blushing. "Would you do it?"
"Me?" Beth squeaked. "I'm not in the program."
"You might be, maybe even next week," I pointed out.
"I'm trying not to think of that!"
I understood that. "You might want to, though. Think about it, I mean. It's probably going to happen, sooner or later."
She looked at me sharply. "Are you hoping I will be chosen?"
She was smart, all right. "Uh - yeah, I guess I am. I mean, you're cute, and, yeah, I'd like to see you naked," I admitted, blushing. "I mean, it seems fair, since you've seen me."
We paused at her corner and she thought this over. "I suppose so," she admitted dubiously. "But I'd die of embarrassment!"
"I thought I would, too, but I didn't," I pointed out. "You might try going around naked at home, when no one is there, I mean, so you can sort of get used to how it feels."
She shivered. "I've - I've gotta get home. See you tomorrow?"
"You sure will," I answered with a chuckle. "All of me!"
"Yeah!" She giggled. "See you."
"See you."
I watched her walk away, pony tail swishing. This time her hips weren't swinging the way they had that other time, and her steps were slow, like she was thinking hard. She looked nice that way, too.
I turned toward home. As I walked up the driveway, I noticed the grass needed mowing. After putting my bike away in the garage I went in the house and dumped my books at the foot of the stairs, getting a quick snack before tackling the lawn. Sis was still out.
Up in my room, I thought about what Beth had asked - if I was going to go naked on the streets as well as in school. The thought rattled me, because I knew it would be embarrassing, but I had to admit that I also wanted to do it. If Karen was doing it, why shouldn't I?
I tried to set the idea aside as I went to take care of the lawn. We don't have a lot of grass, just a small back yard, with an above ground pool taking up a big chunk of it, and a tiny patch of lawn in front, and it's flat. We have one of those old reel type mowers you push.
I got the mower out and took it out the side door of the garage to do the back yard first. Then I paused. There was a fence. The neighbors could see in the back yard only if they came right to the fence, or from an upstairs window. Otherwise the yard was shielded from view.
Taking a deep breath, I stripped off my shirt and draped it over the bush by the door. Then I skinned down my shorts, liberating my cock to stand up in the gentle breeze. Stepping out of my shoes and pulling my socks off, so I was completely naked, I put the shorts with my shirt, and grasped the handles of the mower. It whirred eagerly as I stepped out into the sun and air of the open yard.
I never used the basket for catching the clippings. Dad said it was better to let them go back into the soil. Without it, they fountained back, spattering against me all the way up to my chest, sometimes my face. They were cool, and stung just a tiny bit when they hit, but it felt good.
The grass was cool and moist under my feet. It smelled sweet and fresh. The air touched me all over, and I remembered that night when I was thirteen. It was one of the last time my folks had been together, and they'd gone with Sis to something at her school, and were going to be out late, so I knew it was safe to run around the house naked. I'd scampered around the yard in the cool night air, my thirteen year old pecker hard, eager, pointing and seeking for something it didn't yet know what was. It still didn't really know the real thing, I mused, as I pushed the mower around the yard, but it was getting a lot closer to finding out.
Finishing the back yard, I paused at the gate. This, now, was the real test - did I have the guts to go out naked and mow the front lawn? I thought of Karen walking down the street naked, and my prick stiffened even more.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the gate open and stepped out, the concrete walk hot under my bare feet. I was more conscious than ever of the feel of the sun on my naked skin, the breeze touching my pubic hair. Even my balls felt it! I could feel the whole world with every inch of my naked skin. My hardon felt heavy as it swayed, tugging at my groin.
Sweating with more than just effort, I made myself step out and begin the first cut, along the driveway, right toward the street. I kept feeling like I was being watched, though there was no one on the street at the moment. Reaching the end of that first cut, I turned to make the usual swath along the narrow strip of grass between the sidewalk and the street, and just then a car turned the corner and came toward me.
I almost bolted for the back yard, but stiffened my resolve. The car slowed as it neared me, and I looked up as a complete stranger, a woman, drove past, staring. Managing a smile, I tossed her a wave, and she floored the accelerator in shock, I suppose.
"Hi, Carl!" a girl about eight called, coming out of the house across the street.
"Hi, Susie," I responded warily.
"You don't have any clothes on," she pointed out.
"Nope!"
"How come?"
I thought a moment. How could I explain the program to someone her age? "Because I felt like it."
"My mom won't let me go around naked. Does yours?"
"She didn't used to. She does now." I kept mowing, finishing the second swath on the strip closest to the street, thinking maybe she'd go away.
"What's that sticking out from you?"
"My penis," I answered, blushing furiously, stopping at the end to talk with her.
"You look funny!" Susie said with a giggle.
"Susie! You come back inside, right now!" Susie's mother called. "Don't embarrass him!"
I smiled wryly. "She's just curious, and I don't mind."
Susie's Mom, Mrs. Cadwallader, was standing with her the driveway. "I read in the paper about the program, Carl, but I didn't know you were in it."
"Yes'm," I answered. "Since Monday." I leaned against the mower handle, my hardon burning in the sun, and the mower moved away, making me stagger like a fool. I tried to brush off the grass clippings that were sticking to my sweat, but it didn't work. "I hope you don't mind too much. It's part of the program, to be naked in public."
She glanced at Susie, who was still staring at me, a finger in her mouth, then back at me. "Do you have to be like - that -hard, I mean?"
I could only shrug, and blush. "You know teenage boys, Mrs. Cadwallader. If I could help it, I would. I suppose, after I get used to being naked, I won't get as many erections."
She mumbled something.
"What?" I asked, not having heard it clearly.
"Nothing," she answered. "I guess it's okay. Let me know if Susie bothers you."
She went back inside, and I went back to mowing, Susie still watching me.
I crossed the sidewalk to the main part of the front lawn, puzzling over what Mrs. Cadwallader had said under her breath. It sounded something like "I wish you could give some of yours to my husband," but I couldn't believe she'd say that.
The next turn I made, I looked up and discovered my audience had grown. Two friends of Susie's, I guess, were standing with her. As I started the next pass, a girl about thirteen came walking along and joined them.
"Looks like you've got a fan club," Sis observed wickedly when she came up.
I paused, wiping my forehead again. "Tell me about it! Can you do supper tonight?"
"Hi guys," she greeted the group across the street. "Hi, Carol!"
"Hi, Dee," the thirteen year old responded, barely looking at Sis. "Is that your brother?"
"Uh huh." Dee nodded.
"You're lucky!"
Sis giggled and waved. "Make you a deal," Sis offered to me.
"What's that?"
"You have to stay naked all evening, until you go to bed, and stay out here until dinner time," she answered wickedly.
"I have homework to do!" I protested. "There's not that much to do out here."
"I'll do supper, and the dishes," she haggled. "The flowerbed needs weeding."
I thought about it. I could toss off most of my homework after supper, and I really didn't want to get stuck with cooking and the dishes. "O-kay," I agreed at last. "Deal." I spit on my palm and held my hand out.
She spit on hers and we shook on the deal, a solemn ritual in our house. Then she giggled. "You forgot. It was my turn anyway!"
"Hey, wait a minute! That's not fair!" I protested.
She skipped up the walk. "A deal's a deal," she reminded me.
Grumbling, I went back to the lawn, noting that within a few minutes that the crowd across the street had suddenly grown a lot, and there were some on this side now, kids from ten to fourteen or so - grade and middle school age. I was willing to bet some of them were Dee's friends that she'd invited. Then I saw more girls her age coming, and realized she was probably using a phone tree to tell the whole town!
I wanted to go in and wring her neck! But, in our house, a deal was a deal, even though I'd been suckered - or, rather, I'd suckered myself.
Finishing the lawn, I took the mower to the garage, to a chorus of boos. When I came back with the weeder they applauded, and the few that had started to leave came back. Down on my knees, I began prying long rooted weeds out of the flower bed, giving them a great view of my butt as I did.
I was still at it as mom drew up in the car, scattering the crowed in the driveway, the garage door rolling up out of her way. "What on earth?" she asked.
I explained what had happened.
She thought a moment, and smiled. "Well, a deal is a deal," she reminded me. "And don't come in the house until you've washed off all those clippings!"
I assured her I wouldn't, and went on weeding, on my knees, my hardon dangling downwards, conscious of all those eyes on me. Other parents started coming home, and all I could do was blush more when they saw my hapless state. I guess most of them had heard about the program. A few of them gathered and watched, talking before going inside.
The women tended to linger.
Finally Mom called to tell me to wash for dinner. Turning on the hose, I stood in the driveway and hosed myself off, the water stung, and was icy cold, making my nipples stiffen and my cock wilt some. I finally finished, and then hosed the clippings off the driveway while I let the sun and air dry me off. Some of my audience had gone in by then, but others had come along. After turning off the water, I apologized to them.
"Sorry, folks, I've got to go in to supper now."
"Awwwwww," some of them protested.
"Maybe I'll wash the car tomorrow," I told them. "Never can tell."
It was a relief to be inside, but I still couldn't put anything on, as Sis reminded me. "I hope you can put up with me this way," I told Mom.
She looked me up and down. "Oh, I think we can. You look good, but isn't that hardon you're carrying getting a bit sore?"
I admitted it was.
"So, do something about it," she ordered, tossing me a dish towel.
Sis just stood there, gaping, eyes wide.
"Here and now?" I gulped. This was my mother, and my sister watching!
"It's as good a time and place as any," Mom pointed out. "Besides, you've done in front of a whole class at school, I believe."
I flushed, but I was really getting sore by now. I'd been hard for about two hours! Dropping on to the sofa, I slouched, curling my hand around my hot, throbbing prick and began stroking it. Mom was in the doorway, moving her feet restlessly as I masturbated, and I saw Dee, behind her, sneak a finger down to her crotch, pressing against her shorts. Her little nipples were sticking out against her tee shirt, too.
"Ahh - ah - ah - ah - ahh - aaaahhhhhh," I sighed, letting them both see the cum jetting from the tip of my cock. It was one of the best cummings I'd had yet. Mom seemed to be breathing hard, and Sis was panting, her legs crossed around the hand she had in her crotch, her hips working.
It was a minute or so before Mom broke the silence. "Well, now," she said in a strained way as I mopped myself off, "I believe it's dinner time. What are we having, Dee?"
My sister shook herself out of wherever she had gone. "Oh, yeah. Uh - well, it's creamed turkey on rice. If you still want it."
We all looked at each other, looked at the big, creamy blob of cum oozing from my prick, and exploded into laughter.
I was upstairs, working on my math problems when Sis knocked on my door. It was open, to make sure I didn't cheat, a condition of the deal that I remain nude until bedtime. "There's someone here to see you," she announced impishly. "Ah ah ah! A deal's a deal," she reminded me when I reached for my shorts.
"Who is it?" I asked, suppressing what I really wanted to say to her.
"Someone," she answered unhelpfully, turning her back to head downstairs.
Mumbling curses, resisting the urge to thump her on the top of her head, I followed her down. My cock, which had finally decided to take a rest after supper, rose slowly at the thought of being displayed in public again.
I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and found Beth waiting for me in the living room. My cock reacted like it had seen a hot pussy in which to lodge itself, even though Beth was in her usual neat, white shirt and shorts. I'd never seen her dress sexy, but my dick sure didn't care. It wanted her!
"Oh!" Beth looked surprised. "I didn't realize you were - uh --...."
I glared at Dee, who grinned mischievously at the two of us after seeing my cock's reaction. "Sorry, I guess I forgot to mention it."
"Don't you have homework, squirt?" I asked Dee pointedly.
She shook her head with wide-eyed innocence. "No."
"I think I hear Mom calling you," I said ominously.
"I don't," she countered, holding her hand to her ear theatrically. "Do you, Beth?"
"Get out of here!" I growled ominously just as Beth opened her mouth. "Now!" I advanced threateningly on my little sister.
"I'm going! I'm going!" Beth scampered out, cackling.
"Sorry about that," I apologized to Beth.
Beth seemed a little nonplused, as was I. "Oh, that's okay. I know how it is."
"You don't have a younger brother or sister," I reminded her.
She grinned. "No, but I have an older brother. I used to devil him when his girl friends came around, until he went away to college. Not that I am your girl friend, you understand!"
Aren't you? I thought, feeling a pang that surprised me. "You miss him?"
"Yeah," she admitted. "Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk with me. But, I guess maybe you're busy?"
"No I'm not," I answered quickly. "Let me go upstairs...."
"Remember our deal," Sis called out, obviously eavesdropping at the bottom of the stairs. "No clothes until bed time!"
I looked daggers in her direction. "If, that is, you don't mind being seen with me like this," I added to Beth. Then I had to explain the deal.
"Oh! You guys take deals seriously!"
"Darn straight!" Dee announced loudly from just outside the room.
"Excuse me a minute, while I go skin someone!" I said to Beth, going after my sister with blood in my eye.
"I'm going, I'm going!" Dee scampered up the stairs with a clatter.
"I don't mind, if you don't," Beth assured my shyly when I turned back to her.
I thought it over, and decided it would be a good challenge for me to surmount. "Can I wear shoes?" I called out to Dee, knowing she was listening at the top of the stairs.
"No shoes," she insisted cheerily. "Or socks."
"Thanks a bunch! I'll be back in a moment," I headed upstairs to shut down my computer. So far Sis hadn't cracked my password, but I didn't trust her to stay away if it was on. That would be too much temptation for her.
"I can't wait until it's your turn," I warned Dee as I waited for the shut-down routine to finish.
"I might enjoy it," she retorted pertly.
"Just you wait," I answered, then thought about it. "You just might, come to think of it, you little pervert!"
"Mom! Carl just called me a pervert!"
"You are dear. And leave your brother alone. You'd better get to your homework or I'll give you something serious to worry about!"
"Ooh-kay," Dee agreed, chastised. "Have a nice walk," she bade me with a last flash of impudence.
"I'm ready for this," I told Beth bravely as we went out the door into the early evening dusk. "I wasn't wearing any more than this when I mowed the lawn - both front and back this afternoon."
"Oh, that was brave!" Beth complimented me.
"Thanks." I blushed. "It wasn't too bad, except I got covered with grass clippings and they kind of itched. And I think Beth put out the word to every girl between the ages of ten and fourteen, judging by the audience I had!"
Beth mumbled something.
"What?"
She looked up at me wryly - she's about a half a foot shorter than me. "I said I wish she'd let me know."
"Oh! Well, here I am," I pointed out, spreading my arms wide just as a car went by, the guy at the wheel looking surprised.
"Yeah," Beth agreed shyly. "Here you are." She kept shooting looks at my hardon.
"Nice night," I said, trying to be casual. The sun was setting, the western sky a bright orange while overhead the blue shaded to purple. Mercifully, it was warm. The sidewalk was cold and gritty under my bare feet.
"Beautiful."
I risked reaching for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers. She looked up at me and flushed, but didn't take her hand back. "Where do you want to go?" I asked. "I didn't bring any money with me."
"Oh, I'm not hungry or anything," she assured me quickly. "I -just wanted to walk, and talk."
"Okay." We walked along companionably. Someone was watering their lawn and almost sprayed us as he stared. A woman pushing a stroller toward us hesitated, almost crossed the street, then stayed on our side, eyeing me frankly as she passed.
"What's it like?" Beth asked.
"What's what like?"
"Walking around naked, on the street like this."
"It's embarrassing," I admitted. "But it feels good, too. I like the feel of the air touching me all over." Then I stepped on a pebble and winced. "I do have to watch where I walk, though."
"Is it exciting? Sexually, I mean?"
I smiled wryly at her. "Can't you tell?" With my free hand I waggled my jutting hardon.
"Oh, yeah." In the setting sun it was hard to tell, but I think she was blushing as much as I was.
"This is funny," she mused after a few minutes of silence.
"What is?"
"Well, I mean, here we are. You're naked. I'm dressed. And then, I, well, I masturbated you, right there in class...."
"I'm glad it was you," I assured her.
"I hear you got a - a blow job from Marilyn," she reported, sounding upset.
"She's a slut, you know that." I didn't say that was why I'd chosen her for relief.
"We haven't even kissed," Beth pointed out a little wistfully.
My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my cock. "We could remedy that," I suggested softly and hesitantly.
"Would you like to?" she asked.
"Would you?"
"Uh huh." She nodded tensely.
"Me, too," I admitted.
We stopped, right there on the street. Lights were coming on in the windows, a few people were still out. She tipped her face up, and I leaned toward her. We were still holding hands. For a moment we had to juggle noses and glasses so we didn't clash. Then she put a hand on my shoulder, and our lips met and it felt to me like electricity was flowing between us.
Our bodies didn't touch, just our lips.
"That was nice," she said softly.
"Very." It was hard to breathe. "Want to do it again?"
"Yeah," she whispered, tipping her head up again.
This time it went more smoothly. I moved closer, and my cock touched her!
She didn't pull back, but let go of my hand and put both hands on my naked waist, and drew me closer. I squirmed, so my cock slid upwards as we came together, and I felt her warm, cloth covered body against my bare skin from my chest to my knees. Her arms went around me, her hands on my naked back, stroking my flesh, while I stroked her through her blouse, feeling the ridge made by her bra.
My cock was a hard lump between us, impossible to ignore.
I felt her lips open, just a tiny bit, and let mine open, too, and our tongues touched timidly and I breathed her breath, her scent, and she breathed mine, and I thought, for a moment, I was going to faint.
"Wow!" she breathed when we finally broke the kiss.
"Yeah!" I agreed, conscious of how the few people out were watching us. I moved us along, our hands interlaced again, my cock harder than ever.
"Oh!" She brushed at something on her tummy, and I realized my dick was leaking.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, mortified.
She giggled nervously. "That's okay, it'll dry."
"I like you," I admitted.
"You want me," she responded wisely.
"Yes," I admitted. "One thing about being naked is there's no way to hide that." I laughed nervously.
She squeezed my hand. "That's okay, I want you, too. Only, only."
"You're not ready."
She nodded.
"Neither am I," I admitted.
We walked quietly, hand in hand. "Do you have contact lenses?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah, but I never wear them," I admitted. "They're so much work, keeping them clean and everything. I've been wearing glasses for years. I'm blind without `em."
"Me, too," she agreed.
"I think you look pretty in glasses," I assured her quickly. Hers weren't flashy or anything, just nice oval frames, but they did look good on her, and they made her look smart, which she was, and I liked that, too.
"Really? And sexy?"
"And sexy," I assured her. "But I bet you look good in contacts, too."
"I usually look like I've got something in my eye," she answered wryly.
"Me, too," I agreed.
"Walk me home?" she asked.
"Sure," I answered happily.
As we walked now, fingers interlaced, she leaned against me, her free hand hugging my arm against the shy, warm, soft swelling of her breast.
It was dark by the time we reached her house. We lingered in the shadows. I know I didn't want to say "good night," and I don't think she did, either.
"I'd invite you in, but...."
I looked down at myself, my hardon still seeking a target. "I understand," I assured her.
"I - it'll take me a while to get them used to the idea," she explained.
"I know."
"I tried running around naked, after I got home. I was alone. It was exciting!" She sounded a little breathless.
"Did you like it?"
"Uh huh." She nodded yes.
We stood there in the dark, snuggling. She was warm and soft against me, and I wished we could be even closer, that there was nothing between us at all.
Somebody flicked the porch light on, and we both knew she had to go in.
"Well. Good night." She went up on her tip toes and gave my cheek a quick peck.
I looked down at her, saw it in her eyes, and wrapped my arms around her, feeling her small, slender frame and sweet body against me once again. This kiss was long, and wet, and sloppy and I tasted her, and she tasted me until we were both breathless. Finally I mustered the strength to ease her away. "Good night," I whispered.
Kissing her finger, she put it to my lips. "Good night."
From the shadows, I watched her walk up the walk and go inside. After the porch light went out I headed homeward. Suddenly I remembered that the homecoming dance was Saturday night, and I almost turned back to ask Beth if she wanted to go with me. But I chickened out and continued on.
Half a block away from home I couldn't take it any longer. Finding a patch of deep shadows on someone's lawn, I ducked into it. I was still in full view of the street, if a car had come from the wrong direction. Wrapping my hand around my iron hard cock, remembering the kisses, the feel of her against me, I jerked off until I spurted and spurted and spurted, thick gobs of cum, my groin knotting up until my balls were wrung dry.
Then I walked the rest of the way home, savoring the fragrant night air's touch on my naked body, smelly musky from cum, feeling the last drizzles of it drying on my now exhausted dick.
I vowed that tomorrow I'd ask her to the dance, no matter what.
I don't remember the feel of the ground under my feet at all, and I had to pull a thorn out of my heel before I got into bed!