The next morning I wandered downstairs about 11 o'clock without even bothering to dress. After what they'd all seen the night before, why bother?
To tell the truth, I'd had trouble getting to sleep, tired as I was. The girls were all packed into Beth's room, of course. I haven't seen the inside of her room in years, but it has to have been crowded, and the thought of all those naked girls in there had my imagination working overtime. I couldn't help wondering what they might be up to with each other. I may be a nerd, but I'm also, as you have presumably gathered by now, a horny teenage male, and I've seen magazines and books, you know.
"Well, good morning," Mom greeted me.
I went for the refrigerator for some orange juice, not being a coffee drinker. "'morning," I mumbled back. "Where are all the little sex maniacs?"
"Your sister" - she emphasized the noun - "and her friends just left for the mall. They'll eat lunch there and then see you at the game."
"They sure will," I admitted, pouring myself some cereal. I explained how I had to do band naked.
"Oh, wow! I think I'll go to the game, too," Mom teased. She never went to our games. Saturday afternoon was about the only time she had alone in the house.
I sighed. "You might as well, everyone else in town will be there. The cheerleaders are going to be nude, too."
"Wow!" Then she turned sympathetic. "How are you feeling about all this?"
As my blood sugar rose I was feeling better. "Oh, after a week, I'm used to it," I admitted. "I mean, yeah, I'm kinda embarrassed still, but not mortified, if you know what I mean."
"I think I do," she answered. "I'm sorry about last night, though. I shouldn't have horned in, if you'll pardon the expression."
"Oh, that's okay. Hey, if it made you feel good, who am I to complain. You think I didn't enjoy it?"
She smiled gently. "You did look like you were having a good time."
"I was." I was thinking of another problem I was facing, too, and decided this was as good a time as any to broach the subject. "I suppose you get horny like anyone else."
She nodded, settling across the table from me with a cup of coffee. Her robe gaped open, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the upper slopes of her lush breasts. "I suspect it's different with women, but yes, we get horny."
I toyed with my cereal.
"Something bothering you?" Mom asked gently. "About me? I don't think of you as a sex partner, if that's what it is."
"No!" I was startled. "No, it's not that, and you're not my type."
"And what is `your type?'" she asked, amused. "Someone younger, I presume? Like Beth?"
"Well, yeah," I admitted.
"Is that what's bothering you?"
"In a way." I took a deep breath. "Beth and I both agree, we're not ready for sex. Not intercourse, I mean. She's touched me, and all, and we've kissed."
"Uh huh." Mom nodded encouragingly.
So I told her how Beth had been giving me relief in school, and how good it felt. I didn't go into too many details, like how Beth had walked around with my cum drying on her, though. "She made me feel really good," I concluded.
"And?"
"Well, I'd like to make her feel just as good, only I don't know how to do it," I blurted out.
"Oh!" Mom thought this over. "Well, intercourse is one way."
"But we don't want to do that. I mean, there's the worry about pregnancy and everything, and - well, we're just not ready for that."
"I'm glad you're both mature enough to realize what a big step intercourse is. For a girl to let a man into her like that, literally into her, is a big step. There are other ways."
"I saw you masturbating last night, but that doesn't seem like the best way. I mean, I wouldn't know were to rub, or how hard, and...." I trailed off, blushing.
"What about oral sex," Mom suggested.
"Like a blow job?"
"Not exactly. What do you know about them?"
So I told her how Marilyn had Hoovered me.
"A talented girl," Mom observed dryly.
"Experienced," I countered. "Which I'm not."
"Well, it's called `going down' on the girl, not a `blow job," Mom began. "You use your lips and tongue. It can give unbelievable pleasure." She seemed to drift far away.
"Dad was good at it, huh?" I asked after a couple of minutes.
She shook herself and took a sip of coffee, making a face because it was cold. "Very!"
"But I don't know how," I complained. "I wouldn't know where to start, or where I should end up."
"Ah hah. I see your problem." Mom frowned. "I suppose I could show you."
"Oh no!" I countered, shocked. This is my mother, remember!
"And why not?" she asked.
"You're my mother!" My mind seemed to be running in little circles.
"You've seen me naked." She was wearing her robe, typical on a Saturday morning.
"Well, yeah, but...."
"Something wrong with this?" she asked, standing up and dropping her robe.
"Heck no!" My voice cracked again! I mean, there she was, all of her.
"You do want to make Beth happy, don't you?" she asked more gently, taking my hand.
"Well, yeah, but...."
"Come on," she dragged me along, stooping to grab up her robe. "Dee won't be back, so we have plenty of time."
I confess, I was shit scared. Visions of hellfire and damnation and all the powers of the law descending on us sped through my brain. Worse, what if I did it wrong? But I trailed along like I was just a little kid again, following up the stairs, watching her lush butt flex, seeing wisps of pubic hair between her thighs, my hand burning in hers.
She led me to her bedroom.
"Now, I am not going to make a big production out of this. This is a lesson. But you should make a big production out of it for Beth," she explained sitting down on the bed while I stood in front of her.
"Uh, how?" I felt like a total dunce, standing in front of her like the schoolboy I was.
"Well, you'll start by kissing and petting - touching the side of her neck, her breasts. You don't have to undress her, but you may want to and she may let you. Don't force it! Be gentle."
"Uh, okay."
"Kiss her throat, her chest, her nipples." Mom demonstrated by touching herself, fingering her nipple made it stand up eagerly. "Suck on her tits, and nip them very gently with your teeth, even. Kiss your way down her belly, while you're still touching her breasts, maybe pinching her nipples a little bit even. You'll know if you're doing it right, because she'll be reacting, panting, maybe moaning a little."
She was starting to sound a little breathless. My dick was hard, of course.
"It's best, probably, if she's stretched out." Mom lay back on the bed, her breasts flattening. She ran her fingers up her belly, toyed with her tits again then reached down to her thighs. "Kiss the insides of her thighs, little pecks, and down low on her tummy, just above the hair."
"Uh, yeah." I was still standing there, just looking.
"Well, go ahead, do it," she urged softly.
"You? Now?" I squeaked.
"Practice makes perfect," she pointed out huskily. "Just kneel between my legs. Rest your hands on my thighs. No, up higher."
My thumbs were brushing her pubic hair. I leaned forward timidly, remembering what she'd said. I kissed her tummy, little pecks.
"Lick me," she whispered.
I licked her, tasting her soft skin.
"Oh, yes," she sighed softly. "Now lower. Use your lips to tug on my pubic hair."
It was kind of wiry. I could smell her, a musky scent.
"Use your thumbs to comb my hair aside so you find my slit," she said. "Gently. Then lick me, lick my slit, very gently. Tease me."
I hesitantly did as she asked.
"Oh yes," she sighed. "Now a little deeper."
I probed her slit, tasting something new, tangy, almost metallic, softer, slippery.
"See how it opens for you?" she asked. "Like a flower. See that little vee where my petals come together near the top? See there, a little bud there, just waiting to be tasted. Lick it. That's my clit. It's very sensitive!"
I licked.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped hotly. "More, lick it again." Reaching down, she parted her lips wider for me as I flicked my tongue over her hot, slick flesh. "Suck on it."
My lips closed on it and I sucked, feeling it swell as I did. I toyed with it with my tongue, tasting her juices.
"Now, down further, my hole, stick your tongue in my cunt," Mom urged. "Awh!" she gasped as I probed her hole, her smell engulfing me, my mouth watering as I savored her juices. My nose was bearing down on her clit. I was awash in her female scent.
Either she decided I didn't need any more instruction, or she was just lost to the sensations. It didn't matter. I feasted on her, burying my face in her hairy snatch, alternating between her cunt and her clit, reacting to her sighs and cries, until her hips rose and she wailed her joy, her thighs closing over my ears, her belly clenching rhythmically just the way my groin did when I climaxed, finally slumping wearily back, gently easing my head away, my face soaked with her cum.
Out of breath, I leaned forward, resting my cheek on her warm, soft belly, while she stroked my face and hair with loving fingers.
"Like father, like son," she whispered softly. "You'll do fine."
"Thank you," I murmured gratefully, even as I wrestled with a welter of conflicting feelings. There was pride at having pleasured her, guilt, lust, even a strange touch of sorrow as I understood even better how much the divorce had cost her.
I was also as hard as I had ever been, and her gaping twat was right there, in front of me. I pushed up and looked down at her sprawled wantonly on the bed, her bush all matted and stringy with my spit and her cum.
Confused and aroused, I staggered to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, washing her scent off me.
Incest? You tell me. I knew it would never happen again. I knew my Mom had given me a wonderful gift, and I knew that I'd really be able to repay Beth for the pleasure she had already given me.
As the band waited just beyond the end-zone to march onto the field, I gazed around at the packed stands in awe. So far I'd been buried in the middle, just another trombone player, though I suppose my bare skin stood out. But in a few moments I was going to be out there, on my own, on full display.
The first half was winding down. The rivalry between us and South High was as intense as ever, making it a hard-hitting game. There'd been a couple of scuffles on the field, but nothing major. The score was dead even.
The cheerleaders were doing their share, I had to admit. They held nothing back, making their split jumps truly memorable! I'd forgotten we had a couple of guys on the squad, too, and they were as naked as the girls. Indirectly, the squad had been responsible for the only serious injury in the game. South High's star wide receiver had been headed down the sidelines on a fly pattern, moving like a bandit as the South quarterback had cocked his arm.
The only trouble was, the receiver got distracted by the bouncing tits of one awesome blond cheerleader and the pass nailed him hard, right in the back of the helmet. He never saw it coming. An instant later our free safety, coming full tilt in the opposite direction, hit him like a runaway train. That poor receiver was lifted about four feet off the turf. He was out cold before he hit the ground.
Oh, he got up a few minutes later and wobbled off the field, but he was out of the game with a concussion. He was smiling, though. Probably because his last memory was of that naked blonde cheerleader.
The half ended and the band director gave the signal and we stepped out on the field, lead by the drum major, as the teams made for the locker rooms. The tuba's oompahed, the drums drummed. I blatted the trombone, trying to find the notes and march and remember what I was supposed to do all at the same time. As we were in single file, I knew I stood out now, one pink figure marching along in a long line dressed in scarlet and gold.
We spelled it out in script; C-e-n-t-r-a. As we started into the "l" I realized this was my moment, and blew a clinker you could probably have heard in Toledo. Reaching the top of the letter, the trumpet player in front of me curved left, and I marched straight on ahead, out of formation, the trombone player behind me following the trumpeter.
Keeping track of the music, visualizing how the formation was moving, I wandered, conscious of every eye on me! How many thousand were staring at me as I wandered the field, totally naked, blowing my trombone? Men and women, guys and girls from toddlers up to grandparents were gaping at me. I could see the lenses of binoculars tracking me from both sides of the field and the endzones as well.
Jeeze my dick was hard! I thought of Beth somewhere up there in the stands, and got even harder. My prick wept. I wandered the fifty yard line, down to the forty, back toward the home stands. My pecker bobbed in time with the beat. I turned the "wrong" way as if seeking the band, looped back to the sidelines, marching, playing, the air touching me, my prick waving at the crowd, at the cheerleaders lined up only a few feet away, their tits jiggling as they waved their pom poms, their nipples stiff.
H-i (without the dot) g-h the band spelled out and I went into my panic mode, breaking into a run, scampering around, trying to time my run, looping around Stephanie, the flutist (or is that flautist?) so close she actually fluffed the note.
Right on the last beat I banged to a halt at the top of the "i" my lone figure dotting it perfectly. As practiced, the rest of the band went to one knee, leaving me standing, a naked exclamation point on the green grass as all those people in the stands went bananas.
I was sweating like a pig, but I'd done it, I'd pulled it off! The rest of the halftime show went like clockwork. I was marching taller and prouder than I ever had before. I thought of Beth up there in the stands, and thinking how I'd done her proud, knowing, somehow, how happy she was to be my girl. And tonight we'd go to the dance together and if everyone in school didn't already know we were a couple, they would then!
And to cap it off, we won the game on a last minute touchdown! The band played the alma mater, with all the old grads back for homecoming singing along. I even saw Beth, down from the stands, in the front of the crowd facing us. She caught my eye and beamed at me, giving me a big thumbs-up sign. After the band broke up I saw her for just a moment and she gave me a huge hug and a kiss.
"You were great!" she whispered in my ear, while other people, people I didn't know at all, were pushing close, trying to congratulate me, patting my naked back and butt. "I'll see you tonight, about 7:30?"
"You bet!" I assured her, giving her a huge hug before she vanished through the crowd.
After finally extricating myself from the mob, I headed for home, still naked, waving as cars with red and gold streamers fluttering off them drove by, honking, the people inside waving and screaming. I was happy to be walking, wishing only that Beth were with me. I was practically giddy, and the dance was still to come, I realized as I entered the house.
"How'd it go?" Mom asked.
"Great!" I enthused, tossing my trombone on the sofa and sweeping her up for a hug.
"That's my boy!" Mom exulted. "Oh, I should have been there!"
"I bet there are a dozen videotapes of it," I assured her, letting go of her. "We'll get one so you can watch it."
"I know just who to call," Mom said. "Now you go rest up a bit. Dee will be home soon and we'll have some supper before you have to get ready for the dance."
"Not much getting ready to do for me," I pointed out.
"Well, you'll want to shower and shave, at least," she scolded me. "Now scoot!" She gave my naked fanny a swat, sending me up the stairs.
I was stretched out on my bed when Dee showed up, alone, and dressed. "Way to go, Bro," she congratulated me. "Out-Standing!"
"In more ways than one," I responded. "And how did your friends enjoy the sleepover?"
"Wow! They couldn't stop talking about the entertainment, that's for sure," she answered, leaning against the door.
I reached down and waggled my cock, only half hard for a change. "Well, don't get too used to it. As of Monday I'm done with the program."
"I know it." She sighed. "Won't you go around the house naked some, though?"
I admitted I probably would. I enjoyed being naked, the feel of air touching me, the lack of constricting clothes.
"Heather is talking about having a sleepover at her place next week," Dee noted slyly. "Want to be the floor show again?"
"Ask me again next week," I countered, half intrigued with the idea, wondering if Heather's mom, the perfectly turned out suburban soccer mom, would put in an appearance. "If Beth and I don't have a date, I might."
Then I heard mom calling us for dinner and we headed downstairs. Afterwards it was into the shower. I carefully lathered my hair with conditioner shampoo, and then chuckled as I did the same for my bush, my dick stiffening at the thought of the night to come.
I was squeaky clean, carefully deodorized and combed by seven, ready to walk over to get Beth. I'd even combed my pubic hair carefully, and trimmed a few wisps that seemed particularly disorderly, though that curly bush was not something easily tamed. If I was going naked, I was determined to look my best from top to toe.
"Hold it," Mom said, focussing the camera on me. I posed, hardon and all, holding Beth's corsage in it's plastic box, smiling like an idiot as the flash went off.
"What time will you be home?" Mom asked after taking another for safety's sake, and then yet another with my arm around my sister.
"Beth has to be in by 12:30," I explained. "But Mr. Finch said I could come in after. I don't know, maybe 1:30?"
Mom eyed me, and I knew she was thinking of our little "lesson" of the morning. "If you'll be later than 2:30, give me a call, okay?"
I hadn't expected that. "Sure thing!" I agreed, eagerly, reaching for my topcoat. It was a cool night out, and anyway, I wanted to make a more dramatic entrance than just strolling I naked.
The satin lining of the coat feelt cool and slippery against my skin as I made my way to Beth's door. My heart was doing a jig as I rang the doorbell, anticipating how pretty she'd be in a party dress.
Mr. Finch let me in, greeting me a little stiffly, but courteously, and I realized that he was actually a bit shy. "Come in, come in," he urged. "Beth will be down in a moment. She and Mildred are upstairs, doing girl things. I saw you at the game today."
"Uh, thanks," I responded, unsure of how he'd taken the display.
"Have a seat. I must say, I wouldn't have had the courage to do what you did," he said, taking his accustomed chair as I sat on edge of the sofa.
"It was an interesting challenge," I admitted warily. Now that it was over, I had to admit that I'd enjoyed it. "It was a great game, too," I added, trying to get the conversation off me.
"It was indeed," Mr. Finch agreed. "Ah, here are our ladies now!"
Reflexively, I got to my feet as Mrs. Finch came into the room, followed by Beth. I was a bit disappointed to see she was already wearing her coat all done up, belted at the waist. I'd been looking forward to seeing her dress, after all. But then, I'd see that at the dance, so I guessed it really didn't matter.
She was beautiful anyway. Earrings glittered on each lobe, and a necklace at her throat. Her hair was up in an elegant sort of sweep, with little sparkles in it. Silver shoes twinkled on her dainty feet. She was wearing makeup, lipstick reddening her lips, some blush on her cheeks, and she'd done something to her eyes to bring out the hazle in them.
"You're beautiful," I breathed softly at the sight of her.
She dimpled, and curtseyed. "Thank you! You look pretty good yourself."
"Well, it's the best I can do," I temporized.
"You look fine," Mrs. Finch assured me. "And, judging by what I saw at the game, you will look fine at the dance, too."
"Oh, Mom," Beth chided her.
I blushed. "Thank you, Mrs. Finch. That means a lot to me. Uh, here's your corsage." I offered Beth the box, but she just held her arm out to me, so I fumbled open the container and drew out the flowers.
I'll never smell the sweetness of camelias again without thinking of that night. Carefully, I slipped the corsage on her wrist, and she lifted it and buried her nose in its fragrance for a moment. Then she gave me a quick kiss.
"Thank you! It's just perfect!"
And it was, I knew it was.
"Now, let us get a couple of pictures of you," Mrs. Finch insisted.
I started to unbutton my coat, but she waved that away. "Oh, keep your coat on, Carl. Save that for the dance!"
"Yes'm," I agreed. I was worried more about the way my hardon was tenting out the overcoat, but no one but me seemed to notice it.
Beth picked up a sparly little purse from the table by the door, and then we were out the door, on our way to the ball!
It was a cool, clear night. The stars were beautiful. As we walked along Beth held my arm close. After being naked with her so much it felt a little strange to be wearing something, though the cool air sneaking up inside the top coat reminded me of how I was under it.
School was all lighted up, with a crowd of kids around the door. The guys were in suits, a few even in tuxedos. The girls were wearing fancy dresses, low cut. Bare shoulders and bare backs seemed to be the order of the day for them. They were all made up and looking their best, but I didn't think any of them could hold a candle to Beth, of course.
"Hey, Carl, whatcha got on under that coat?" someone asked.
"Come on in and find out," I challenged. To my surprise, quite a few of them followed as we made our way to the cloak room. I guess it was no secret what I was wearing.
Beth stood aside in the crowded hallway as I stripped off my overcoat, baring myself to the crowd, collecting a gale of whistles and cat calls. Some of the girls, I noticed, gave me a very thorough once over. Their dates moved closer to them, putting their arms possessively around waists or bare shoulders.
After handing my coat to the girl at the counter I turned to Beth. Facing me boldly, she unfastened one button at the top, the coat opening part way, but not revealing much of anything.
Her eyes were very bright, fastened on me, and I could see the pulse in her throat, quick and fast for some reason. Her hands trembled as she unfastened the belt. Then she spread her coat open, letting it slide off her shoulders, and I saw what she had been hiding. Only at the last moment did I manage to leap forward and catch her coat before it fell on the floor, and there was a breathless hush in the hallway.
Because Beth was as naked as I was!
No, I take that back. Beth had on jewelry, of course, a necklace and earrings, and the corsage. She also had a little golden ribbon, tied in a dainty bow, decorating the soft, pale brown bush nestled between her sweet, slender thighs.
For a moment, I swear, my heart stopped dead, and I stopped breathing. In fact, it seemed the whole school, the whole world was holding its breath!
She was so beautiful!
Then I realized she was looking at me anxiously, and I broke out of my paralysis. "You're beautiful!" I said softly.
"You think so?" she asked fearfully, her eyes boring into mine.
"I know so." As far as I was concerned, we were the only two people there. "You are - I don't know words to - I don't know what to say!" Blindly I handed Beth's coat to the girl checking them.
Beth was exquisite. Her breasts were more beautiful than I had imagined they could be, gentle mounds capped with delicate pink nipples. Her waist was trim, and she had the gentlest rounding to her tummy and graceful hips. Her skin seemed to glow. Her bush was light brown, set off by the delicate golden bow. Her legs were slender and graceful, the shoes were silver, sparkling, catching the light like jewels on her dainty feet.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen I my life," I assured her sincerely. With her hair up, her neck was as graceful as a swan's. Even the curve of her collar bone was beautiful.
She turned gracefully in front of me, her arms out from her sides a little, her tight little bottom flexing as her heels clicked on the hard floor. Her back was straight and smooth, her shoulder blades graceful curves.
Then she turned gracefully to face me again, smiling shyly, licking her lips. I wanted to sweep her into my arms, but restrained myself, reaching for her hands. I drew her close, but not touching, and kissed her tenderly, and as I did, a wave of applause swept through the crowd.
"Let's go into the dance," she suggested softly, retrieving her little purse from the counter before taking my arm. She pressed my naked arm against her warm, soft, bare breast, and I couldn't keep from looking down at her, at the lovely peaks of her tits, her bare shoulders, her bare - her bare everything!
The crowd made way for us and the people crowding the door to the gym, drawn by the noises from the hallway, fell back away as we entered. It was like the parting of the Red Sea!
The gym had been turned into a wonderland of crepe paper streamers. Electric candles graced circular tables, and overhead a mirrored globe turned, sending beams of colored light dancing around the walls.
I dithered, finally finding a table that seemed vacant a ways back from the dance floor, not too close the speakers so we wouldn't be deafened. I drew out a chair for Beth and she sat down, letting out a little squeal when her bare buttocks contaced the metal seat. "Yow, that's cold!" She giggled nervously.
I settled beside her, conscious of how everyone was looking but trying not to look at us. "It'll warm up. You get used to it."
We clung to each other. Well, I clung to her, and she clung to me. Maybe she was clinging to me for security, but I wanted to touch her, hold her. Once again she'd given me a gift that I could see no way of equaling. "I can't believe you did this for me! You're not only beautiful. You're braver than I am!"
She smiled at me, and giggled softly, her dimples deep. "Well, I didn't want to be over-dressed, after all."
"You are so beautiful!" I felt like a dork, but it was all I could think of to say.
"I bet you say that to all the naked girls you meet," she teased, squeezing my arm.
"I do not!" I protested. "You're the first ever. And," I went on, "I would like to point out that I have showered with the girls from gym every day for the last week! None of them can hold a candle to you!"
I wanted her in my arms. "Would you like to dance?" I asked.
"Uh huh," she agreed. I held her chair, helped her up and we held hands as we wended our way to the dance floor.
"Oh!" She let out a little squeal. "Someone pinched me!"
I glared back at the table we'd just passed, but everyone looked innocent. Too innocent, I decided, marking that as a table to be avoided. If it happened again I'd talk to the chaperones.
Then we were on the dance floor and nothing mattered. My arm went around her slender, naked waist and she rested her hand on my shoulder. At first we were hesitant, holding each other stiffly, formally, not touching too much. I was intensely aware of my jutting hardon, almost as if I were afraid I'd stab her in the belly with it.
"Don't smudge my makeup," she warned me as we began to move.
I glanced down at her body, doubting I'd ever tire of the sight of it. "You mean, you...."
She giggled. "Well, a girl wants to look her best when she goes out! Mom helped - a touch of blush on my nipples, a little light base."
"Wow!" I didn't know what else to say.
Everyone was watching us, too. I was so aware of the warmth of her body close to mine! I was holding this exquisite, delicate creature, afraid if I squeezed too hard she would shatter in my hands.
But slowly, we drew closer together. Her tits touched my chest, my dick brushed her tummy. She was warm, and soft, and yielding and soon she was nestled against me as we danced to the slow tune that was playing, and neither of us cared about whether her makeup got smudged or not.
It was almost a shock when the slow tune ended and the music shifted to something faster. We separated, holding hands, moving to the beat, and I felt my hardon waving heavily and I didn't care. Her little titties jiggled as we danced. Around us the lights danced, the dancers whirled and stepped and shook, but I only had eyes for her.
Neither of us really knew what we were doing on the fast dance, but it didn't matter. We were laughing by the time the music ended. Along with half the crowd, we headed for the refreshments. The third time some bozo tried to cop a feel off Beth I eased her in front of me, wrapping my arms around her from behind as we worked our way through the crowd.
Beth nuzzled her head back against me as my dick nuzzled her back. She was enough shorter I wasn't trying to bugger her, but all I'd have had to do was bend my knees a little to slide my hard cock up along the crack of her ass. She teased me by pushing her butt back, throwing me a wicked look over her shoulder. Then she slid my hand up to cup her soft, warm, bare breast with its hard little nipple, and the breath caught in my throat again. It was a perfect handful.
Back at the table with our sodas, we pushed our chairs close together. She was on my right, and I felt her left hand on my thigh.
There were some other kids at the table, of course, and we talked with them about the music and the dancing. They wanted to know what it was like to go around naked, so we talked a bit about that. Stephanie was there - she'd come stag, I guess. She was wearing a pretty dress, the neckline showing off her generous boobs nicely.
Then the music started up again, and everyone but us and Stephanie got up to dance. The plump girl seemed to sag into a sad reverie, so I turned my attention to Beth, not a hard thing to do.
Beth grinned at me, drinking with her right hand, sliding her left farther up my naked thigh beneath the paper table cloth. Then her delicate fingers curled around my hardon and she gave it a squeeze and I thought I was going to cum right then. I leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she turned her head and our mouths met.
"I washed my hair with conditioner," she said after breaking the kiss. "It's nice and soft."
So I reached for her head with my left hand.
"Not that hair!" She giggled softly, nudging my leg with hers under the table.
I flushed. "Oh!" Sliding my hand up her thigh, I felt the soft curls of her pussy. Her thighs opened, letting my fingers nestle between them against the warm, humid softness of her pussy.
"Oh, that's nice," she purred when I moved my fingers against her.
"Like that?" I asked, my dick leaking precum.
"Uhm hmmmm," she assured me, stroking my cock, running her thumb over the head of it, spreading my precum around and coaxing another wave of it out. I worked my fingers deeper into her pussy and felt hot, slick, wet folds of flesh.
I was in her slit!
"Oh yes," she hissed. "Don't stop."
I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, if anyone could see what we were doing under the table. Stephanie seemed to be daydreaming, looking out at the dance floor. Then I glanced down. Beth's tits were stiff, her chest was moving raggedly. "If you don't stop, I'm going to cum," I warned her.
"So am I," she moaned. "Oh, my, please don't stop."
"Oh," I groaned. "Oh, God!"
She was working her crotch against my fingers now, her hips rocking, my fingers deep in her slit, rubbing her hot flesh. Meanwhile I was trying not to hump her hand too obviously.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she panted. "Nnnnnngggggghhhhhhh!" It was soft, the music was loud. I don't think anyone heard her, but I could feel her tummy muscles and her cunny muscles clenching and clenching and clenching.
That was all it took - that and her hand working my burning hardon. My gut pulsed and I felt cum erupting in hot, sweet spurts, my groin convulsing as my balls emptied themselves all over her hand and my dork in thick, gooey globs.
"Oh gosh," she sighed, leaning against me wearily.
"Sorry," I apologized, thinking of the mess.
"Don't apologize for that!" she giggled. "That was wonderful!"
With my free hand, I reached for some paper napkins and slipped them under the table. Together, giggling and squirming no more than if we were just snuggling and laughing, we tried to mop up the mess.
"I think a trip to the ladies room might be in order," Beth suggested with a giggle.
I looked up, into Stephanie's eyes. They were wide. "Did you guys just...?" she asked, aghast.
"Want to go to the ladies room with me?" Beth asked. "I might tell you."
"You're - "
"Come on," Beth urged Stephanie. I got up, sheepishly aware of the slimey state of my crotch, holding a handful of napkins in front of it. Together the three of us beat a hasty retreat to the rest rooms.
Once there I ditched the napkins in the trash and peed, standing in front of the urinal until the three guys that were in there had left. Then I went to the sink and tried to clean up a bit. Wet paper towels sluiced away my cum, but I wished I'd brought my comb with me to tidy up more down there.
Beth and Stephanie were arm in arm, thick as thieves when I came out. It looked to me like Beth had somehow convinced Stephanie to work the neckline of her dress a bit lower, so even more of her awesome tits showed, almost to the nipple. Together the three of us headed back toward our table when I spotted Jerry Wilson standing along the wall and got an idea. Steering us in that direction, I introduced him to Stephanie, knowing he had a real thing for big boobs.
Sure enough, he and Steph hit it off and Beth and I made our way to the table to drop off her purse, then to the dance floor again. For the time being, at least, my dick was down. That lasted about a minute into the next slow number, when I snuggled Beth close against me again, this time abandoning the formal dancing pose to just wrap our arms around each other. Her warm, naked body molded itself to mine, and she squirmed her bare tits against my chest. My cock swiftly rose to the challenge, of course.
We danced, and partied with friends, and snacked. At one point, near the end of the evening, as we danced slowly, Beth captured my right leg between hers. She was pressing and rubbing her crotch against my thigh, and I could feel her pubic hair, feel her juices on me, while I was humping my hardon against her tummy.
If the chaperones had known what we were doing they'd have probably fainted, but Beth was soon panting, and my cock was aflame, until finally it let loose, pulsing against her as hot cum spurted up between us, making us both sticky again. Beth moaned softly, quivering against me, and I knew she was cumming, too.
That made for another trip to the restrooms, only this time we took a detour and wound up in the girls' locker room, instead. Laughing together, we cleaned each other up in the shower, somehow avoiding getting our hair wet - our head hair, anyway. Using the comb from her purse, Beth carefully combed my pubic hair, and I carefully combed hers, showering her tummy with kisses as she giggled and squirmed.
"Oh, I lost my bow," she pointed out mournfully when I was finished. I felt bad for her, until she giggled. "Someone's going to find it on the dance floor, I bet."
The dance was almost over, and we both felt badly about that, but I think we were both looking forward, still, too. We danced the last dance in a tight embrace, oblivious to everything but the sensation of being so close to each other.
We walked homeward, arms around each other, snuggling against the chill with only our coats between us and the night air. At her doorstep, we paused. "I had a wonderful time," she said.
"I did, too." We kissed.
"Would you like to come in? Or do you have to be home?"
"If I'm going to be later than 2:30 I'll have to call," I explained.
"Oh, good. Lots of time," she whispered with a giggle, digging out her key.
The house was dark, though I was pretty sure someone was probably awake upstairs, at least until they heard the front door close. "Let's go down to the playroom," she whispered sneakily, kicking off her shoes, dropping her coat on the floor by the door. I followed suit and we tip toed down the stairs to the basement family room, her naked body a pale ghost ahead of me until she turned on a soft light, and the electric fireplace. She got a soft drink for us to share out of a small fridge.
"That was such fun," she sighed as we snuggled on the day bed in front of the fake flames. "I had a wonderful time."
"So did I. More than once," I joked, and she poked me in the arm. "So did you," I pointed out.
We kissed and cuddled. Since we'd both cum twice at the dance, there was no rush. But I hadn't forgotten my promise to her, either, or what I'd learned from my Mom. "You smell good," I said, nuzzling her perfumed hair. It had come down, loose ringlets trailing around neck and ears.
"Thank you," she purred, toying with my cock.
"Do you taste as good as you smell?" I wondered aloud.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well." I licked her ear. "Like here."
"Mmmmmm." She purred.
"And here, maybe?" I nibbled on her neck with my lips. "Oh, yes, you definitely taste good." My hand was cupping her tit, my thumb playing with her nipple.
I kissed her lips, and our tongues played tag.
"What are you doing?" she asked when I moved on down toward the soft, sweet treasures of her titties, pausing to lick the hollow of her throat.
I nibbled my way lower, her fingers combing through my hair as I did. "This is for you," I explained softly, just before my lips closed on her nipple.
"Oh!" She gasped. "Oh wow!"
I sucked on her tit, nipped it gently with my teeth, and her arms curled around my head, holding me close.
But that wasn't my ultimate goal. Gently, I eased her down on her back, playing with her sweet, soft breasts again, nibbling my way down her torso.
"What are you doing?!" she asked, almost as if she were afraid.
"Sssshhhh," I soothed her. "This is for you."
"But...." Her voice cut off as my tongue found her navel and probed it. "Oh, gosh!"
I had to slide down to the floor, lifting one of her legs on to the daybed, stroking her thigh as I opened her crotch to me. For a moment she trembled, cupping her sex with her hand, but I moved it aside as I showered kisses on the inside of her thighs, then across her tummy just above her frangrant bush.
"Ohmygosh," Beth whimpered. "You shouldn't. You don't need to!"
I lifted up and looked up at her, loving the sight of her naked breasts as she looked down at me. "But I want to. I want to, very much. This is for you!" I assured her.
Then my mouth was settling on her sweet pussy, my lips tugging at her hair before my tongue began exploring that soft, shy forest to find her slit, and she moaned, her hands caressing my head, the last of her resistance draining away. "Oh, Carl," she moaned.
Enjoying every moment of it, of the way she sighed and moaned and said my name, I feasted between her thighs for a long time, teasing, tantalizing her. Her hips would start to hump, and I'd ease off, wanting this never to end. Then I'd dive back in, my tongue probing deeper each time.
She spread her legs wantonly wide. I suckled on her clit, then probed her hot cunny with my tongue, reaching as far into her as I could, her fingers knotting in my hair with passion. Her fragrant juices coated my lips, my cheeks, my chin and nose. I was engulfed in her delicious scent.
"Oh, let me cum," she finally pleaded, and I couldn't hold back any longer, my lips sucking on her clit, my tongue flicking it as I slid a finger into her hot, wet cunt and she wailed her ecstasy, her thighs clamping around my head as she orgasmed for what seemed like forever, her pussy spasming around my finger until she slumped with exhaustion.
Then I eased back up, sliding along her until we were in each other's arms, lying together on the day bed, our legs tangling, kissing.
"That was unbelievable," she said with a sigh.
"You do taste good all over," I assured her, and she licked her pussy juices off my face.
"Mmmmmm. I'd say I do, too," she agreed, an we laughed softly into each other's neck. Her hand found my cock. "Would you like me to...."
I shook my head. "No. I meant what I said. That was just for you. Besides, I don't think I have any more in me, to tell the truth. And anyway, I have to be going home."
"Must you?"
I nodded. "Mom will be waiting up."
"She's a pretty good mom, isn't she," Beth observed as we untangled ourself and sat up.
"She's the best," I answered, thinking Beth didn't know the half of it. "I don't want her to worry."
Up by the door it was hard saying good night, with lots of hugs and kisses, but I finally had to make my way home, wrapping my coat around me to keep off the night chill, holding close the memory of the feeling of Beth against me.
Mom was waiting up, though not downstairs. She came to my room, wearing the same robe she'd been wearing that morning, as I was pulling the covers down on my bed.
"Well, how was it?" she asked, leaning against the door.
"Wonderful," I answered, knowing the word was totally inadequate.
"Did Beth have a good time?"
"Uh huh." I looked at her. "Thanks, Mom."
"For what?" she asked, a knowing twinkle in her eye.
"For everything. For this morning," I admitted. Then I gave her a hug. "For signing me up for the program. It did me a lot of good."
"I think it did us all a lot of good. Sleep tight, son."
"You, too, Mom."
It was going to feel strange to be wearing clothes to school again. A relief, in a way, but not, in others. Maybe once a week I'd go without. Maybe Beth would, too, I thought, just before I fell asleep.
(Get Beth's Point of View in "Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story.")