I didn't see Beth until just before French class. I was naked, of course, and had to put up with a whole picture session for Peggy Schwartz, outside - flexing my muscles, even bending over and showing my butt.
But I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life when I drew Beth aside outside the classroom. I'd been rehearsing this conversation all night.
"I know it's real short notice, but ... would you go to the dance with me this Saturday?" I asked nervously. I held my breath.
She nibbled her lip, and I tried desperately to read her expression. Oh God, what if she already had a date? I'd die! I'd wet my pants! Only I wasn't wearing any.
"You're right, it is kind of short notice," she observed.
My heart plunged, along with my hardon. "I mean, if you've got another date, I understand. I should have asked sooner, only I've never even been to a dance before."
"I didn't say that," she said softly. "I just said it is kind of short notice!"
"I'm sorry," I apologized abjectly.
She squeezed my arm. "Of course I'll go with you!" she whispered eagerly.
"You will!" I barely avoided shouting. The "you" came out loudly, but I managed to muffle the "will" to a muffled squeak, at least. My cock responded like a cheerleader that had been goosed. "You really will?"
"Yes!" she hissed softly. "I've never been to a dance either, though my Mom made me go to dance classes," she added wryly.
"Wow! Me, too. Uh - should I get you a corsage or something?"
She smiled, her dimples deepening. "If you'd like."
"What color should it be? What's your favorite color?"
She mused a minute. "White is always nice, and it goes with anything. I don't know what I'll wear," she moaned suddenly.
"I'm sorry, I should have asked sooner," I apologized again.
"I'll think of something," she assured me quickly. "A white corsage would be nice. I like camellias."
"Camellias," I agreed, hoping I'd remember.
"Now come on, we'll be late for class. How are you doing?" she looked down at my dick, which had gotten stiff as a poker, once she'd accepted my invitation to the dance.
"Would you?" I asked her as we went through the door. I knew what she meant, and she knew what I meant.
"Ask me," she whispered before heading for her seat. Her hips were twitching like her pony tail again, and I was pretty sure what her answer would be!
"Uh - Mademoiselle Duclos?" I asked, practically quivering. I'd done this in front of enough classes by now. Embarrassment was running a distant second to horniness at this point, and the thought of it being Beth only made me hornier, if that's a word.
"Oui, Monsieur Walker? You would like some `elp, perhaps?"
"Oui. Mademoiselle Finch, would you assist me please?" I asked Beth formally.
Her dimples were as deep as I'd ever seen them. "Oui, Monsieur Walker, I will."
She didn't hurry. In fact, she sauntered, and it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. Reaching me, she looked up and me, and winked as she curled her fingers under my dick. Then I stifled a gasp as she knelt before me.
The whole class was holding its breath!
For a moment I thought she was going to suck my cock, and wanted to stop her, but I couldn't!
Only, she didn't. Instead, with my dick at about her eye level, she studied it closely, even fingered the slit at the tip (my knees almost buckled) and then began to gently stroke it. A thick bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip, and she spread it over the head with her thumb and down the underside of the shaft, making it slick as glass as she slid her dainty hand up and down my hardon, her hand skating over the super-sensitive cap with every stroke.
My cock sent another wave of pre-cum out to lubricate things, its musky scent rising.
I couldn't last long, much as I wanted to prolong the pleasure. I groaned. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned Beth softly, afraid of how she'd feel if she got a faceful of my jizz.
Beth refused the tissues Mademoiselle Duclos was holding out, and just then my cock erupted the first, thick wad of creamy semen. Beth barely flinched as the gooey gobbet shot out. The first one hit her chin, then she bent my dick down so the second one hit the base of her throat, just above the gold cross she wore on a chain just above the opening of her blouse, to ooze slowly down between her breasts, the rest landed further down, spattering her blouse, on the shy slope of her breasts.
She watched every single convulsion, her hand milking my joyously erupting prick, and caught every thick, creamy shot, the last few droolings dropping on her pretty, knee length plaid skirt. Once my dick began to soften and shrink, she carefully milked it dry into her lap before releasing me and holding out her cum-sticky hand for me to help her to her feet.
A thick dribble hung from her chin, and I gently scooped it off. "Thank you," I whispered gratefully.
She grabbed my hand, studied my finger with its coating of semen, eyed it a moment, her mouth working nervously. Then she took my finger in her mouth, and sucked it, her mouth and tongue sensuously hot around my finger, savoring my juices.
"You're welcome," she answered softly.
The whole class applauded as she went back to her seat, my cum staining her oh-so conservative clothes. She made no effort to mop at it as it soaked in, lewd evidence of what she'd just done.
I caught her right after class, still stunned by the whole performance, my dick rising even as I thought of it. I looked down at her, at my cum on her blouse and skirt. Even the cross she wore was stuck to her skin with it, white and crusty as it dried on her. "Why did you do that?" I asked her, still shocked. "Aren't you going to wash it out?"
"No, I'm not!" She looked up at me, and she was very serious. "I'm going to leave it on there all day. Maybe forever. I want everyone to know that I'm your girl."
I could only gape at her when she walked away from me, and I had to hurry to catch up to her so we could walk to math together. When I slipped my hand through her arm, she drew it close so the back of my hand pressed against the soft swelling of her breast. She looked up and me and winked, moving her arm so I felt her nipple against the back of my hand through her blouse, and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra! I'd never known her to do that!
I was ready to cum again already. I was ready to walk through fire for her! I wondered if this was what love felt like.
I was still feeling like I was floating when I passed the principal's office after lunch. I was just in time to see Karen get her paddling. I flushed at her embarrassment, remembering my own from the paddling I took from Miss Mitchell the day before.
She was flushed, but I had the feeling it wasn't from embarrassment alone as she stretched out on the bench and someone held her arms out straight. Her ass was soft, and round, smooth and white, until the paddle struck, when it quickly flared pink.
Three strokes for being impertinent, with a long paddle, not a ping pong paddle like the one I'd felt. I wondered if three strokes of a long paddle across both ass cheeks was easier to take than the six I'd taken, three on each cheek.
When Karen got up, she thanked the principal, and then hurried off, one of the boys who I'd heard was hanging around her trailing along. She looked like she was in a hurry, and something about the look in her eyes as she passed me made me think "horny." Maybe the guy with her was going to get laid? No, not in school, but maybe he'd finger her.
I was heading for my next class from there when Miss Mitchell intercepted me outside her office called me in. For a moment I thought I was in for another licking, but she offered me a chair. The leather felt cold under my butt, and she made no secret of staring at my seemingly perpetual hardon.
"I had a discussion with the band director this morning," she began. "I understand you've been selected to Dot the `i' this Saturday at half time."
"Yes'm."
She fingered a pencil. "You realize, I hope, that since this is an extra-curricular activity, the rules still apply to you, even though it is Saturday?"
"No clothes?" I prickled at the idea.
"No clothes," she assured me. "Only shoes to protect your feet."
I thought of it. Naked, marching around alone on the field until I found my place; naked on the football field, with the stands full of parents and students watching me.
"If it is any consolation," she went on, "as part of the program, the cheerleaders will be performing nude as well."
"That should build attendance nicely!" I blurted out, wishing I could run a binoculars concession. I'd make a mint!
Miss Mitchell seemed to be suppressing a smile at that response. "I suspect it will," she agreed. "But how do you feel about it?"
"Uh - nervous, embarrassed." I paused, and decided to be candid. "And excited."
"I thought you might. You seem to be partaking in the program quite comfortably," she observed. "Or, perhaps `comfortably' isn't exactly the word I want?" She indicated my throbbing hardon, and it twitched in reaction!
I debated with myself, feeling surprisingly close to this authority figure that before had been so remote and so scary. I'd heard she'd been a counselor before becoming assistant principal, and wondered if she was psychoanalyzing me. "To tell you the truth - well, I - I've had nightmares where I was suddenly in a school hallway, naked. In the past, I mean."
She nodded. "Not an unusual nightmare."
"Only, for me, it wasn't really a nightmare," I confessed. "I mean, it was frightening, but, well, it was exciting, too. I'd wake up...." I let my voice trail off.
"You'd wake up aroused," she concluded.
"Yes'm."
"Wet dreams?" she asked.
"Sometimes." I blushed.
"It happens."
"Not since, not since I've - uh - had relief here," I admitted. "Though it's been less than a week."
"I think you'll find that having that outlet will reduce the frequency of that dream. It might even eliminate it completely. And how does the reality compare to the dream?"
"It's hard to say." I thought this over. "It's better, I think."
"I'm glad to hear that."
She seemed to be finished and I started to get up.
"Oh, one more thing. Are you planning to attend the dance on Saturday? I don't believe you usually do, but thought I'd better check."
"Uh, as a matter of fact, I am."
"Oh! Good, I'm glad to hear that. You're really making strides in terms of socialization, I guess."
"I guess." Obviously she'd been studying me, and I did kind of resent being regarded like some kind of lab rat.
"But there may be one problem," she continued.
"What's that?"
She fiddled with her pencil, stroking it as she gazed once again at my dick. "Uhm, well, that is considered a school sponsored extra curricular activity. As such, it, too, is included within the parameters of the program."
I could feel myself blanching. "You mean...."
"I mean, you will have to attend it nude," she explained.
"Like this?" I looked down at myself.
"Like that." She pointed with the pencil.
"Ohmygosh. But what if B - my date objects?"
"If Miss Finch is unwilling to accept those terms, you can attend stag." Miss Mitchell looked sympathetic. Boy, did she have a spy network, already knowing who my date was!
"Oh wow," I moaned. "Oh no."
"I'm sorry, but those are the rules. I suggest you break the news to her as soon as possible. You can't possibly spring it on her at the last minute, after all."
"No'm," I agreed unhappily. Oh, Beth, what will this do to you?
Half in a daze, I wandered out of the office and in the direction of gym, wondering how I could tell her, and what she would say. I felt my chance at a real dance type date going right down the drain, and taking Beth with it. Why would any girl, especially one as sweet and innocent as Beth, want to go to a fancy dance with a naked date? I mean, like, this was the homecoming ball. Everyone got really dressed up for it - well, suits and ties on the guys and nice dresses on the girls, anyway.
Even if Beth would have me, how could I go naked?
I was in such a funk I didn't even need to ask for relief for the rest of the day. After band practice I found my bike had a flat tire, so I was slogging my way home with it when I heard Beth calling me.
All right, I was a chicken. I'd been avoiding her, telling myself I'd call her on the phone when I got home, instead of facing her in school.
"Carl!"
"Oh, hi," I mumbled. "I didn't hear you."
"You've been avoiding me," she countered shrewdly.
Damn, why did I have to love a girl who was so smart? I thought of denying it, tried to, but I couldn't lie to her. "Yeah," I admitted gloomily.
"Why?" The hurt in her voice went through me like a knife.
I couldn't look at her. "I can't go to the dance with you."
She stopped in her tracks. I even took a couple of steps before I could react and she jumped forward and grabbed me, making me drop my bike. "Why not? Did you ask someone else? I bet you got a date with that slut Marilyn!"
"No! I haven't even talked to her since she gave me that blow job," I countered quickly. "I can't go, that's all."
"Why not?" I started to reach for my bike, but she stopped me. "Why not?" she asked more plaintively, more gently.
"Because, since it's an extracurricular activity."
"Besides being ungrammatical, that doesn't make any sense."
"I - can't wear any clothes if I go," I muttered. "I'm not allowed to wear any clothes at any school sponsored extracurricular activity until Monday. I even have to march with the band naked on Saturday!"
"Oh!"
I used her surprise to grab my bike back up and start walking again.
"Oh," she said softly, walking beside me, thinking.
And that's that, I thought gloomily as we walked slowly along in silence.
"So, you'll be naked," she announced suddenly. "So what?"
"I can't go to a dance naked with you!" I protested. "That's ... That's...."
"That's what?" she asked.
"I don't know. Perverted!"
She stopped me. "Why? You've been going around school naked now for four days," she reminded me. "You've walked down the street naked with me."
"It's a formal dance - well, semi-formal, anyway."
"There's no rule you have to wear a jacket and tie to it," she pointed out.
"No, but everyone does."
"Girls don't," she teased.
"Well, okay, girls don't," I agreed. "They wear nice dresses and stuff."
We reached the corner to her house and stopped.
"Take off your clothes," she ordered.
"What?" I was only wearing shorts and a shirt again. Why get all dressed up for school if you're just going to have to take `em off again at the door?
"Put your bike down, and take off your clothes."
"Here? Now?" I looked around. It was late afternoon. Cars were driving by, people were walking by.
"Here and now," she insisted. "Take them off! You said you had to obey any reasonable request from me, remember? So take them off, or I can report you for a program violation."
She could, I realized. Leaning my bike against a lamp post, I stripped off my shirt and handed it to her. She was tapping her foot as I dawdled, until I finally shoved my shorts down and stepped out of them.
"All the way," she insisted. "Shoes and socks, too."
Blushing furiously, I handed her my shorts and obeyed, my cock swelling and stiffening traitorously as I danced on one foot then the other. The sidewalk was hot and gritty under my bare feet.
After taking my shoes and socks she looked me up and down critically, which only made my cock stiffen more, of course. Darn she was cute, even when she looked so serious!
"You look formal enough to me," she insisted. "In fact, you look better than the outfits some of those dorks will be wearing."
"Well - I - but I'm naked."
"So you are, but I am not going to let you cheat me out of going to the homecoming dance just because you're suddenly going all modest on me!"
"You mean, you'd go with me like this?" I asked, unbelieving.
"I'd go with you if you were, well, any way you go, I'll go with you," she insisted passionately.
I was aware of people walking by, around us, driving by, eyeing me - no, eyeing us both curiously.
"Are you sure?" My dick was stiff as iron, of course. She still had my cum on her blouse and skirt, all crusty and white. I could even see some dried cum on her throat where it had run down inside her shirt.
"Positive." She tickled my dick, and then gave me a teasing peck on the cheek.
My pecker bounced with joy. Then I thought of another problem. "But, what about your parents? How will they feel about it?"
"Oh." She thought about this. "Well, I don't know." She thought some more. "Can you come by my house tonight, after dinner?"
"I guess so," I agreed.
"Just the way you are now?" she added.
"Uh, yeah, if you think I should."
"I do."
"What are you going to do?"
She looked baffled. "I'm not sure, but I'll think of something. Do you have the program brochure with you? Can I borrow it?"
I dug in my book bag. "Sure, but what for?"
"I think they got a copy in the mail, but I'm not sure. When all else fails, there's always the truth."
I had never known her to lie anyway, but I didn't say that. I handed her the brochure with the picture of the naked man and woman on the cover. "What time?"
"Make it eight o'clock," she answered, turning away toward her house.
"My clothes!" I reminded her. She was still carrying them.
She turned around, backing away with them behind her back. "You'll get them back tonight, at my house," she promised, her dimples laughing at me.
"Thanks a lot!" I protested, not really upset. Darn it, I was getting to like walking around naked in public! There I was, alone on the corner, naked as a jaybird in broad daylight while my girl friend walked away, waving good bye to me with my clothes. She even had my shoes and socks!
A car with a bunch of girls in it drove by, a convertible with the top down, an they all yelled and screamed at the sight of me. Blushing again, I gathered up my bike and trudged on, wondering what was going to happen tonight.
But, Beth wanted to go to the dance with me still! That was something I thought joyfully. That was a lot! She must really love me to do that! My spirits soaring again, I strolled along whistling the school fight song, my dick proudly saluting everyone.
If I thought my troubles were over when I got home, I was wrong. I was in the kitchen, trying to puzzle out Mom's supper menu when Sis bounced into the room, as naked as I still was!
"Nice outfit," I managed to comment, remembering how she'd greeted me the morning she saw me naked, trying not to stare while studying her.
"What do you think?" she asked, her hands on her hips, feet apart, hips cocked forward and to the side like a pinup girl. She swiveled them at me, inviting me to stare.
"Not bad," I answered warily. Truthfully, she was, well, she was hot! Oh, she didn't have much in the way of tits, just gentle swellings, but her nipples were perky and pink, her areolas, slightly lighter, looked puffy and swollen. She had a few wisps of very light, blond hair that did nothing to hide her slit. I knew she'd shot up a couple of inches in height over the last year, so she had that - coltish look - that was the word I wanted, coltish, and thank you, Mr. Turner.
"What does Mom think about this?"
Dee whirled around again, showing me her cute butt. "She said I could, around the house, if I wanted to."
"Oh, well, okay then," I assented. I was trying to figure out what was going on inside me. I mean, this was my little sister, after all, but still, I had to admit, she was hot. Well, she was showing signs of it, anyway. "Uh, I'm doing supper. What does this mean?" I asked, showing her Mom's scrawl.
"This!" Sis bent over and got something out of the freezer to wave at me, showing me her butt unashamedly. I was thinking that maybe I had been right when I'd called her a pervert the other night.
She bounced out of the room - well, there wasn't enough of her to bounce, but she did it anyway, and I began fixing supper.
"Smells good," Mom greeted me, coming in from the garage as I was setting the table.
"It'll be ready in half an hour," I assured her. "The usual?"
"Please." She headed for the stairs, only to stop at the bottom at the sight of Sis dancing bare ass naked to some music video. "When did she start that?"
I shrugged. "She said you'd said she could," I reminded her. "She showed up down here like that when I was starting supper."
"Oh. Well, I did say she could go naked, but I didn't think - does it bother you?"
I looked at her wryly. "With me like this?" I indicated my own starkers state.
"Good point," she observed. "Dee, how's your homework?"
"Done," Dee panted.
"I want to see it," Mom insisted.
"Aw, Mom."
"Don't `aw, mom' me. Come on up and show me while I get out of my work clothes." Mom had gone to school for her real estate license and wore nice outfits to work. Satiny creamy blouses and trim skirts or slacks, usually. But as soon as she got home she got out of those clothes and into something more comfortable.
And this time, out of her work clothes and comfortable she did get! When she came back I turned around to hand her the wine and almost sprayed it all over her, which would have been an icy shock, but wouldn't have stained anything, because she didn't have anything on!
"Just think of it as part of the program," she said, blushing from head to toe, slugging down half the wine in one gulp. "Besides, I don't like being odd person out."
"Oooo-kay," I agreed, surveying her. She was, I had to admit, quite a dish, for someone her age! Her breasts were large, and firm, with dark nipples that jutted out proudly. There wasn't a trace of sag to them. Her belly was rounded, and curved down into a thick nest of reddish hair between rounded thighs.
"You like?" she asked cautiously.
I nodded. "Very nice," I assured her honestly. Not my type, too mature, too rounded, but definitely nice.
"Thank you!" She curtsied. "How was your day?"
"Okay," I temporized. "It had its ups and downs."
She eyed my hardon. "This must be one of the ups," she teased.
I got out spoons, knives and forks. "Well, with two of my favorite females flaunting themselves all over the place, that's not surprising! Even if we are family," I added hastily.
She drank some more wine, then reached for the bottle for a refill, not something she usually did. "I suppose."
"I asked Beth to go to the dance with me Saturday," I announced casually. No big deal, right? Only my first real date, when most kids my age had been dating for a couple of years, some of them longer, and screwing, too.
"Did you! Well done!" She gave me an impulsive hug, and then quickly backed off from the skin to skin contact. Her breasts had been very warm and soft against me for a tantalizing instant. "I guess the program is working! What did Beth say?"
"She said `yes,'" I answered, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice as I carried the salad out to the dining room, a little shaken myself by the softness, the warmth, the ... oh, never mind. She's my Mom, for gosh sakes, I told myself. "There's only one little problem," I added. "I have to go like this, because the assignment doesn't end until Sunday, night, according to the rules of the program."
"Oh." Mom mulled this over. "How does Beth feel about it?"
"She's cool with it, once we talked it over," I explained. "Dinner's ready!" I called Sis.
"Coming," she called unnecessarily, her feet thumping on the stairs. "Oh boy, naked supper!" She giggled.
"What about her parents?" Mom asked as we sat down. "Would you say grace, please, Dee?"
"Thank you, Lord, for these thy gifts which we are about to receive," Dee mumbled.
"Amen," I chimed in. "She's going to talk to them. I'm supposed to go over to her place tonight. Like this."
"Oh!" She thought about this for a moment. "Well, I guess it's between you, her and her parents. What about the dishes?"
I looked at Sis. "Will you do the dishes for me?"
"Weelllll," she drawled as she ate. "What's in it for me?"
"What do you want?" I asked, quickly getting down to the serious bargaining.
She eyed me, and I could tell she was measuring how serious this was to me. "How about you have to go around naked all day tomorrow - from the time you get up until you go to bed?"
I thought this through, wondering what the catch was. I was going to have to be naked at school all day anyway. Here I was sitting at the table naked with both of them naked. I was walking the streets naked. "Is that all? Okay," I agreed.
She spit on her palm. "Deal."
I spit on mine and reached across the table and we shook on it.
"Mom, can I have some friends over for a sleepover tomorrow night?" Dee asked with a wicked grin.
"Now wait a minute!" I protested.
"A deal is a deal," Sis reminded me. "Can I, Mom?"
"Oh dear!" Mom hated to get in the middle of these deals of ours, and she was in this one up to her - uh - naked tits, at the very least. "Do you think that's a good idea?"
Dee put on her most innocent look. "It's just part of the program," she argued, "don't you think? You said yourself it'll be in middle school next year and we should get used to it."
"You little pervert!" I protested.
"Mom!" Dee complained loudly.
"Hush, Carl, don't insult your sister," Mom chastised me. "I -well - uhm - I ...."
"I'll be naked, too," Dee explained, as if that made a difference.
"Well, I think at the very least I had better talk with their parents," Mom argued, and I heaved a sigh of relief. Chances of them agreeing to a sleepover with Dee's horny brother prancing around naked were miniscule.
"But - okay," Dee agreed, frustrated but still hopeful. "I'll make up a guest list right after dinner so we can call."
"I'll call," Mom announced firmly. "You'll be doing the dishes, and finishing that book report, remember?"
"Oooo-kay," Sis agreed with a sigh, just before she flashed me a sly smirk. She'd got me good, I had to admit.
Then I thought of being naked with Dee's pre-pube friends and wondered if it would be such an ordeal after all. It might even be good for them. But it wouldn't ever happen, so I tossed the thought aside and began worrying about how Beth's parents were gong to react.
I was still worrying about that as I walked up her front walk, the cooling night air stroking my naked skin. The porch light was on and I felt like I was on a stage, naked, as I reached for the doorbell. I heard it bing bong inside, and almost panicked.
Then the front door opened and I was being eyed through the screen door by a frowning Mr. Finch. My dick had already shriveled on the walk over, and now if it could have retreated inside it probably would have. Funny the effect stark terror can have, isn't it?
Beth's dad was an accountant or something, and he looked the part. His hair was thinning, and he wore glasses and he wasn't very tall. But he sure could look intimidating!
"May I come in, Mr. Finch?" I asked politely, sweating bullets.
Wordlessly, he swung the screen door open and stepped out of the way as if he were afraid to touch me.
"Carl, how good to see you." Mrs. Finch was an older version of Beth, and she took my hand warmly, looking me in the eye instead of the dick.
"Hi, Mrs. Finch. Beth asked me to stop by," I pointed out awkwardly.
"And right on time, too. Come into the living room, please. Arthur, close the door and stop glowering."
We went into the living room and I looked around, expecting to see Beth, my heart sinking when I didn't.
"Beth is upstairs, finishing her homework," Mrs. Finch explained. "We thought, too, it might be good to get to know you a bit without her being around. Sit down. Would you like something? A cup of coffee, maybe, or tea? A soda?"
"Uh, no'm, thank you, I just had dinner, thanks," I stammered, wondering where to sit, finally deciding on the flowered sofa. It was cool under my butt and I crossed my legs, then straightened them, incredibly conscious of my nudity. The room was small and cozy, nicely furnished. There was a piano, with pictures of Beth and her brother on the top of it.
"It's so nice of you to invite Beth to the dance!" Mrs. Finch observed, settling in what was obviously her usual chair, judging by the knitting beside it. Mr. Finch took the bigger easy chair, obviously his throne in the living room. "She's so excited. It's her first real date, you know."
"I know. Me, too," I admitted. I wondered if Mr. Finch was ever going to say anything, or if he was just going to glare at me. "I really want to take her - to the dance," I added quickly.
"Dressed like that," Mr. Finch finally said, obviously concerned.
"It's the rules," I explained unhappily. "It's not my idea."
"We read the brochure," Mrs. Finch put in gently. "I think it's very brave of you to take part in the program."
I shrugged. "I wasn't really given a choice."
"But Beth tells us you've been very brave about it," Mrs. Finch observed.
I wondered how much Beth had told them. Had she told them about the blow job I'd gotten from Marilyn? And what about the cum stains all over her clothes from today? Maybe they didn't know about them.
"I guess," I mumbled. "I - well, I'm getting used to it. And I do think it's a good program. I've gotten a lot of attention, and I'm a lot more comfortable with myself. I've gotten to know Beth better, too. It's brought us closer together. She's been a brick, walking with me when no one else wanted to be seen with me. That was brave!"
"We're very proud of her."
I kept waiting for Mr. Finch to come out with something like "What are your intention toward my daughter, young man," but he didn't.
"I wouldn't do anything in the world to hurt her," I assured them both, looking at Mr. Finch as I said it. "I think the world of her, and I'd understand if she didn't want to go to the dance with me - like this. But she does, and I don't think it would be fair to take that away from her."
"And we agree," Mrs. Finch said firmly. "Don't we Arthur?"
He nodded, reluctantly.
At that moment, Beth entered the room, and I think my heart started beating again. She was dressed, in clean clothes, of course, in a trim sleeveless blouse and shorts, her feet bare. The cross on a gold chain dangled at the base of her throat, right where my cum had landed earlier that day.
My cock rose from my lap like a cobra answering the call of the charmer. I tried crossing my legs to hide the reaction, but that only drew more attention to my arousal. Mr. Finch's glare deepened, and he opened his mouth.
"Now Arthur," Mrs. Finch chided him affectionately. "Don't get all huffy. Remember how you looked at me when I was Beth's age? When we went skinny dipping out at Beckworth's pond? You used to have the same reaction, you know it!"
Mr. Finch blushed all the way to his bald spot.
Beth came over and sat down next to me, taking my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Carl has been a perfect gentleman, daddy. He can't help how his glands react, can he?"
Mr. Finch seemed to slump in defeat. "Are you sure you want to do this, Beth?"
Beth squeezed my hand, looking at me in a way that made my heart melt. "More than anything in the world, Daddy." Deliberately, she let go of my hand and rested hers on my bare thigh, only inches from my hardon!
"And I think it's a good thing," Mrs. Finch assured us both. "Beth thinks very highly of you, Carl. Now, tell us a bit about your family. You have a sister, don't you?"
The rest of the evening passed in small talk, though I did know they were gently probing to get to know more about me. I told them about Mom and the divorce, stressing how amicable it was, not some situation with infidelity and all that, just two people who couldn't get along as well as they wanted, and how they shared custody as best they could.
I told them how Mom had signed me up for the program. I didn't tell them that Mom, Sis and I had sat down to dinner naked that very evening. I don't think they were quite ready for something like that.
All through the conversation, Beth kept her hand on my thigh. I never knew I could be that sensitive to something so simple. My dick was standing up in my lap like a rocket on the launch pad.
"But getting back to this dance," Mr. Finch finally said, and my blood ran cold. Maybe he was going to change his mind? "What time is it over?"
"Midnight," Beth answered promptly. "And we can walk both ways, so you won't need to drive us."
I heaved a sigh of relief at that. It was a year until I could get my license, and being chauffeured was so embarrassing!
"Very well, a 12:30 curfew then, young lady. If you'd like to come in for a soda or something after you get her home, Carl, that's fine, but she must be in the house by 12:30," Beth's dad announced firmly.
"Yessir," I agreed.
"Now, you two will have a wonderful time, I'm sure," Mrs. Finch said, twinkling like a fairy godmother.
"Thanks, Mrs. Finch. We will." I looked at Beth and my heart melted at the happy sparkle in her eyes.
When Beth finally walked me to the door I heaved a huge sigh of relief. She came out on the porch with me. "See, it's all fine!" She was bubbling she was so excited.
"Yeah." I was as happy as she was. "Oh, I ordered a corsage, but I have to tell the man whether it's to be a pin on kind, or if you want a wrist corsage."
"Oh, a wrist corsage," she answered quickly. "And any color is fine, so don't worry about that."
"It's a camellia. Is that right, camellia?"
"A camellia is perfect," she assured me, seeming to twinkle at me. "I'm so excited! Thank you!" She squeezed my hand and gave me a peck on the cheek, both of us aware that there was only a screen door separating us from her parents. "I have to go inside now and finish my homework. I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow," I agreed, longing to pull her against me and really, really kiss her, knowing I couldn't.
"Walk me to school in the morning?" she asked hopefully.
"Sure!" I agreed eagerly. "I'll meet you at the corner!"
I practically floated home.