I didn't see much of Carl on Wednesday. Well, I mean, I SAW him of course in French and Math, but he didn't ask for relief, and we walked from French class to Math together, of course. I heard about the cheerleaders cheering him on as he undressed, and Peggy Schwarz taking pictures that morning. I guess they all thought it was funny, but I felt sorry for Carl.
And then Carl gets paddled at lunchtime for not tattling on Freschetti! I mean, how unfair is that? If he'd told on Freschetti, Carl would have been pulped, if not by Freschetti then by the rest of the football team!
I didn't see the paddling, but I did hear it left Carl horny. Funny what can turn a guy on, if you ask me. I heard, too, about him getting masturbated by Stephanie in gym, at the pool, and I was kind of jealous. But, at least it was Stephanie, not that slut Marilyn who gave him a blow job in Civics on Tuesday! I heard about THAT, too!
Stephanie and me are kind of friends - not close friends, but friends. She's really a sweet girl, and like I said, she's a crackerjack musician. It's not her fault she's kind of fat. I think Carl asked her to do it because he felt sorry for her. I'm glad he did, in that case, but I was still a little jealous, I admit.
Anyway, Carl and I talked about it when we walked home together that afternoon, so it's all right. Poor Carl, his butt was still sore from the paddling, which was why he was walking his bike, I guess.
But I also vowed to myself that the next time Carl needed relief he was going to get it from ME, and nobody else! I realized I was beginning to talk to myself a bit too much, but Myself, my evil twin that is, had become very assertive!
Carl and I talked a little bit about his being naked, how Karen Wagner was walking the streets naked, even. When Carl pointed out that I might get sucked into the program I felt like I'd been gut-punched. I'd been in denial on that, I guess, and to hear him suggest it scared me.
When he admitted he'd like to see me naked, though, that gave me a funny-in-a-good-way feeling in my tummy, scary and exciting at the same time. And I kind of liked the idea of seeing him walking down the sidewalk naked, too. I guess maybe I was getting used to seeing him naked in school and the change made it exciting.
He got me thinking when he suggested I try going naked at home, when no one is there. It gave me a tingle to think of it. Like I said, my family is really modest.
When I did get home, mom wasn't there and daddy was at work, of course. Mom's a housewife, and don't you ever say "ONLY a housewife"! You try managing a family some time and see how you do!
Anyway, according to her note, mom wasn't going to be back until almost dinner time. I went up to my room and put my books on my desk, still thinking of what Carl had suggested, and toyed with the buttons of my blouse.
I always change out of my school clothes, of course, into shorts and the like. This time, after I took my blouse and skirt off and hung them up and kicked off my shoes I hesitated, standing there in my underwear. Then, I watched myself in the mirror in my room as I took off my bra - which, I am reluctant to admit, I don't really need. I mean, in the boob department I could be listed as deprived! I'm barely a thirty-four B cup! Well, maybe I'm exaggerating even that.
Still, I've got something there. Maybe only a bit more than Arnold Schwartzenegger, but softer, at least.
Feeling a little shaky, I shoved my panties down and stepped out of them, and there I was, wearing nothing more than my socks and the cross on the chain around my neck. Skinny little me, I thought. Five foot two, a hundred and three pounds, dripping wet.
I hadn't grown any in a year, so I figured this was it. I looked like a kid! I didn't even come up to junior petite in the shops! I was still buying stuff in the children's section!
Not that fashion is a big interest of mine. I'm sort of a "little joanie one note" when it comes to clothes.
Don't even ask me how I compared with the girls in my gym class! That was a sore point with me, one that Myself seemed to take sadistic glee in reminding me of, I might add.
Still, I was mature, physically. My period was regular, and only a little crampy. I had boobs, modest as they were. I had pubic hair, a little patch of brown to veil my labia. I had hips and a waist, and nice legs, even if they were short.
Dancing on one foot at a time, I tugged off my socks so I was really, truly naked. Then I opened my bedroom door and ventured timidly out, even though I knew I was the only one home, the touch of the air making my nipples stiffen.
The carpet was scratchy under my bare feet as I ventured downstairs, aware of the windows, wondering nervously if anyone could see in. I thought of being like this in school, with everyone looking at me, and the tingle in my pussy grew stronger.
The kitchen floor was cold underfoot, and when I opened the refrigerator to get a snack I felt cold air swirl around my legs. The sun coming in the kitchen window was hot on my back and bottom. I turned and moved, so it played over my breasts, enjoying the warmth.
I walked all over the house that way. I went downstairs to the family room, sat on the daybed. I wandered around through the dining room and into the living room. Through the living room windows I saw people out on the street, but they didn't notice me or couldn't see me, I guess.
It was exciting to be naked! It was a little frightening. What if someone came to the door right at that moment? But it felt free and made me conscious of my whole body, too. Air was touching me in places it usually didn't touch.
I was even tempted to venture out into the back yard, but it isn't really screened from the neighbors, so I chickened out on that.
Finally, I headed back upstairs and sat down at my desk, still naked, to do my homework, enjoying the feeling of doing something so normal while I was nude!
I thought, too, of being naked at school, and could feel my cheeks heating up. I couldn't! All those people looking at me? I'd die.
I have Carl's picture up on my mirror, of course, clipped out of last year's yearbook. He was looking right at me! What would he say, or do, if he saw me like this? I felt like I was going to wet myself at the thought.
My hand nested between my thighs and I pressed against myself -my - my - pussy! Pussy, pussy, pussy! My finger slipped into my slit and found my clitoris. I know all the fancy words, after all! I pressed my clit against my pubic bone and the feeling triggered flames all through me, and I pinched my nipples, making them harder as I watched myself in the mirror.
I'd never done it quite like this before, honest! I watched myself in the mirror. I saw Carl watching me - well, his picture, that is. My finger wiggled against my slippery little clit - I could feel myself juicing up down there!
I pressed harder, then let my finger slip lower, slip into my -my - my CUNT. My cunt, my cunt, my CUNT!
And all of a sudden something marvelous was happening to me. It was like waves of pleasure were sweeping over me, stronger than anything I'd ever felt before. My pussy muscles were pulsing, my tummy muscles were clenching, my thighs clamped around my hand.
I had an image of Carl in my mind as it happened. He was naked, stroking his hardon, and smiling at me as I was washed away in a flood of pleasure that left me breathless and weak.
For a long time all I could do was slump there at my desk while I caught my breath. I felt all weak and soft, limp.
I was still shaken to the core when I managed to get back to my homework, once in a while looking up at Carl's picture, and stroking myself between my thighs.
Okay, stroking my pussy. I was stroking my pussy, and it felt good, and I wasn't ashamed.
I didn't dress until I heard mom's car in the driveway, and then I just threw on my shorts and shirt, not bothering with underwear!
That evening, after the way I spent the afternoon, I was restless, like something was sort of chewing away inside me. So, after dinner I decided to go for a walk.
Only, before I did, I did go upstairs and put on the underwear I'd left off earlier. It had been a spooky feeling, eating dinner knowing under my blouse and shorts I was naked, but I wasn't quite ready to face the world without that armor yet.
Of course, I'd been thinking of Carl, and sure enough, I found myself on his street. Like I didn't mean to go there? I don't know. All I know is, that's where my feet carried me. I guess in the back of my mind I was hoping he'd be out, that I'd see him.
No! I KNEW that was what I had been hoping. Only he wasn't out, of course. What did I think, that he'd be out there waiting for me to walk by? Sometimes I can be a real dork!
Still, I kept hoping he'd be there, like maybe he'd come out to get the mail or something. I must have walked around the block three times, and even after that I paced up and down the block a half a dozen more times, studying his house, sending thought messages, hoping he'd come out. There were grass clippings on the sidewalk, I noticed, so he must have mowed the lawn, which meant he'd already mowed, so he wouldn't be coming out for that. It smelled good, sweet and succulent.
Is succulent the right word? I wished I was taking Mr. Turner's creative writing class with Carl.
Finally, screwing my courage to the sticking point, my heart hammering, my mouth dry, I went up the walk and rang the doorbell, hoping maybe Carl would like to go for a walk with me.
I kept asking myself what I was afraid of. The worst he could do was tell me to go away, right?
The brave man (or woman) dies but once, the coward dies many times, I thought as I waited on the porch, slowly dying.
Then his sister, Dee, opened the door, and I felt liked I'd been given a reprieve at the last minute. I didn't really know her. She's four years younger than Carl, I knew, but no more bratty than the average 11 year old, I guess.
"Uh, is Carl home?" I asked nervously.
She led me into the living room to wait. "I'll get him," she offered.
"Thanks." I was left with a puzzling image as she practically leaped out of the room with what sounded like a soft cackle of glee.
A few moments later she was back, Carl following her into the living room. He was naked, and from the look on his face, and his sister's, I suddenly realized I had walked into some sort of a Sibling Situation.
No matter what, just the sight of him was enough to send my heart into palpitations, and my knees got weak. I think that would have happened even if he'd been fully dressed.
Of course, I'd seen him naked at school, but here he was, at home, naked! And his sister was right there, too, in a tee shirt and shorts. Now, why should that be so different from him being naked in front of a whole class? She's family, after all. It should be more normal, not less, shouldn't it?
I felt like I was some kind of an intruder. There was some kind of a sub-text running here, I was sure of that!
Whatever it was, Dee was obviously getting a great kick out of all this, while poor Carl was blushing like a sunset at the beach.
Of course, I also couldn't help noticing that his cock had risen like a rocket the moment he saw me.
Now, I'm a scientist, remember, I told Myself sternly, so let us analyze this as objective observers, using the cause-and-effect framework of the dispassionate scientist.
Oh yeah, sure! Myself answered back, but I swatted it down.
Now, bear in mind, I told Myself, this is not a controlled experiment. But notice, when the subject, Carl, entered the room, his penis was limp - or, at most, only half-hard.
Subject, Carl, sees me, Beth.
Call me "stimulus."
Stimulus? Myself asks, helpfully pointing out my many figure inadequacies, reminding me that I am fully dressed and about as sexy as a Raggedy Ann doll.
I sternly told Myself to shut up, to little avail, as I endeavored to retain my scientific detachment in the face of rampant masculine nudity.
Observe, I told Myself. Subject's cock immediately goes from semi-erect to fully erect. Said reaction did not take place when his sister (call her "control factor") went to summon him, only after the subject, namely Carl, had seen stimulus, namely me.
Wow! Even Myself was impressed! I felt that exciting tingle down in my tummy again, and resisted the urge to scratch that itch between my thighs. Oh, that would be truly gauche, I told Myself sternly, while Myself reminded me how good it would feel!
It took threats, but Carl eventually got Dee out of the room and he and I did a little chit-chat. I finally managed to explain that I was wondering if he wanted to go for a walk, but added that in view of his - uhm - state, maybe he wouldn't.
I felt a rush of joy when he said he would like to, but before he could make a move to get some clothes on Dee, who obviously had gone no further than the hallway and was eavesdropping, reminded him of their deal.
Ah hah! Eat your heart out, Nancy Drew. I'd found The Subtext! A deal, but what kind of a deal?
So, he had to explain it, blushing all the while, of course. It turned out he'd agreed to be naked until bed time if she'd do dinner and the dishes! But he did still want to take a walk with me.
"If, that is, you don't mind being seen with me like this," he added, indicating his clothing deprived state. His cock was still pointing at me like a homing missile, of course.
So I said, "Oh! You guys take deals seriously!" and Dee said "Darn straight" and at that point Carl set out after her with malice aforethought, leaving me to wrestle with the dilemma he'd handed me.
Did I want to go for a walk with him?
More than anything. I just wanted him to myself, to be with him. Besides I had already asked him, hadn't I? I couldn't just stand him up now, without looking like a total dweeb.
But with him naked? That did change the equation somewhat.
I was still wrestling with this when he came back. All I could think of to say was "I don't mind, if you don't," trying to volley the ball back to his side of the court, and putting it right in the net, of course! He'd already had said he'd do it, after all.
It took a few minutes for him to negotiate the issue of shoes and socks - well, no that was negotiated quickly, in his sister's favor, but he disappeared upstairs for a few minutes, to finish her off. I didn't hear any screams, so presumably he was quick and efficient, probably leaving her to bleed out in the bath tub.
Then he was back and, as we headed toward the door, him wearing no more than a smile, I asked him how he could just DO it so easily. When he explained he'd already mowed the front lawn that way, after he got home from school, and I understood.
Then, the next thing I knew, we were heading down the walk into the warm evening, with him stark naked (not even shoes or socks).
Oh wow!
I'd thought about doing exactly this that afternoon, walking down the street beside him with him naked, and here it was happening! Oh gosh! I mean, he was all skin, and a little hair, from top to toe, with everything hanging out there!
Then he went on to tell me about his audience when he mowed, thanks to his sister's phone tree, and I really wished I'd been there to see it, too. I guess I sort of blurted a blurt to that effect, and flushed when he caught it.
"Well, here I am," he says, spreading his arms wide like he was displaying himself. Just then a car drove by and he didn't even flinch!
I tried not to look at his bobbing hardon too much, but I think he caught me peeking more than once, which made me blush even more. Our arms were brushing, and I was intensely aware of him so close beside me, like I could feel the heat from his naked flesh, even, and out of the corner of my eye I couldn't help seeing how his hardon led the way.
Then he took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and my heart really went into overdrive.
I know, I know, we were only holding hands, but that was more touching than we'd done on our date to the movies!
And, when I asked, he admitted it was exciting to be like this. Well doh! As he indicated, I should be able to tell that by the rampant state of his manhood. I felt kind of stupid about that!
I was also remembering how I'd masturbated him in class that very day, remembering how exciting it had been to hold his hot, pulsating cock, catching his thick, warm semen in my hanky.
And I realized there was something incongruous about our relationship. I mean, here he was naked, and we were holding hands, walking down the street, and I'd milked his cock, even, and yet we hadn't ever even kissed!
So we talked about his getting relief, and I made some nasty comments about Marilyn and her reputation for sucking cock, and then it sort of fell out of my mouth what I'd been thinking, about us never having even kissed.
And he stopped, and asked me if I'd like to kiss him, and of course I said yes.
And I asked him if he'd like to kiss me, and to my immense relief, tinged with a bit of fear, he said yes.
And then we did. Right there on the street. Kissed, I mean. Him naked, and me dressed, with the whole block looking on!
It being our first, it was a little awkward. Our noses got in the way, and our glasses and stuff, but finally our lips touched softly and warmly while I steadied myself with a hand on his bare shoulder, and my heart sort of skipped a few beats, the way your feet sometimes do before you break into a run, and then it began to race.
It was pretty good! My heart was going pit-a-pat, and something was happening down lower, too, and I felt all tingly inside after we finished.
We sort of looked at each other, and then we tried again, and it went better this time, the issues of noses and glasses having been resolved.
We moved closer together, and his hardon poked me in the tummy!
And I did not giggle! Instead, I drew him even closer, my hands on his naked waist, and he did a sort of funny, squirmy wiggle, and his cock slid up between us like a pole, and we got even closer together, our arms around each other. His lips sneaked open an eensy bit, and mine did, and our tongues played tag, and when I breathed in I breathed in though him, taking in his scent.
And he was naked, his skin against my clothes, my arms around his naked torso, and his body was warm, and satin and alive under my hands, but I was scared to do more than hold on. I felt him stroking my back, knew he could feel my bra through my blouse, and I wished there was nothing at all between us. I really did! I went limp and just molded myself against him, totally overwhelmed by the feel of his warm body against mine. We tasted each other, and breathed each other, and felt each other - every sense was working to capacity!
And all the time we were both aware of his cock, like a log, squeezed between us. It was like an elephant in the parlor. I mean, there it was, and we couldn't ignore it, but what could we say - there's an elephant in the parlor? We both knew what it was, and that it was THERE, and why it was there, and it was just one more wonderful sensation to mingle with all the others that were overwhelming me!
When we finally broke the kiss my ears were ringing, the blood was stampeding through my arteries and veins, and I felt all warm and wet way down inside someplace.
I felt a little spot of cold, too, and brushed at the wet spot his drooling hardon had left on my blouse, and he apologized.
"That's okay, it'll dry," I said, feeling wet stickiness on my fingers.
Okay. I admit it, I giggled. But I wasn't blushing. That wet spot was because of me!
"I like you," he said.
"You want me," I translated. Well doh! I mean, here I am with his pre-cum drying on me. His hardon was literally drooling for me! We're not talking rocket science here!
It scared me.
"Yes," he admitted. "One thing about being naked is there's no way to hide that." He laughed nervously, his hardon bouncing as he did. "But I like you, too."
"That's okay. I like you, and I want you, too," I admitted. "Only...." My voice trailed off. I was hungry and excited, of course, but I was also terrified.
"You're not ready," he finished for me. "Neither am I," he went on when I managed to nod.
And we left it at that! No pressure, except the pressure we each felt inside ourselves. I don't know if that was a sign of maturity, or simple panic at what we were feeling. The thought of letting him put that part of him inside that special part of me was more than I could handle!
The elephant was still in the parlor, of course. Or, more accurately, it walking down the street with us - at least its trunk was, I guess you could say, to stretch a metaphor. So, while the elephant's trunk swayed along, we talked about contact lenses, and I asked him to walk me home, and he said yes, and my heart did a little leap over such a small favor! I was really awash - at sea! - in a bunch of feelings that I couldn't sort out.
It was the most beautiful, exciting night of my life to date. The sky overhead was a deep, deep blue, with a few twinkling stars beginning to look down on us. The streetlights were on, and lights in the houses.
I tried to imagine what he must be feeling, how the evening air was touching him all over, except where I was touching him. Even the sidewalk, under his bare feet - what a tidal wave of sensations he must be feeling! I was envious, and imagined myself like him.
I hugged his arm, and shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
"Me?" I asked. "No. You're the one should be cold!"
"I'm not," he assured he softly, and we sort of leaned more against each other.
It was dark when we got to the walk to my door, and I held him back in the shadows, out of sight. I didn't want to go inside. I didn't want to leave him! I just wanted this to go on and on and on, and I'm pretty sure he felt the same way, from the way he held on to my hand and we kept rubbing against each other.
I looked down at our "elephant," trying to imagine my parents' reaction if I brought him in like this. Daddy would have a stroke! "I'd invite you in, but..."
He looked down at his hardon and grimaced wryly. "I understand."
"I - it'll take me a while to get them used to the idea," I explained, thinking mournfully like maybe a century or two, if they ever do, knowing how protective daddy was. I was fifteen, but as far as I was concerned I was still his little girl.
We snuggled some more, and talked, and then someone - probably daddy - flicked on the porch light, and I knew he somehow knew I was there.
And Carl and I both knew the evening was over, that I had to go in, and we both hurt at the though.
"Well, good night," I said softly, giving him a shy peck on the cheek.
Then we were wrapped up in each other again, and I felt so small, and so safe, and at the same time, so deliciously frightened in his arms, his cock between us again.
There wasn't anything shy or hesitant about this kiss! It was long, and deep, our tongues exploring, even our teeth clashing, and I did everything I could to wrap myself in his skin, until at last we had to separate or suffocate.
Good night, sweet prince, I thought, scolding myself for coming up with something out of Hamlet's death scene, instead of Romeo and Juliet.
"Good night," he whispered.
I touched my finger to my lips, then his, because to have risked another kiss would have been too much. "Good night."
Folding my arms, as if I were holding him close to me in some way, I walked slowly up the walk, feeling him watching my back.
Oh, how I wanted to turn around, but I knew I didn't dare or I'd never make it inside! I mean, the attraction was that strong! And I have always thought of myself as a rational person, not one of those giggly girls with nothing but boys, boys and boys on their minds! But all I could think of was him, how he looked, and sounded, and smelled, and tasted, and felt against me.
"Did you have a nice walk, punkin?" daddy asked me as I closed the door with my butt, hiding the tell-tale stains on my clothes with my folded arms.
"Uh huh," I assured vaguely, my mind only half there, half still back with Carl as I headed up to my room.
For some reason, just as I reached the top of the stairs, I suddenly remembered the homecoming dance was coming up this Saturday, in just two days, and I almost turned back to rush back to Carl to ask him if he wanted to go, but stumbled instead, scared he'd say the wrong thing.
Then I felt a desperate hope that he would ask me, though why would he? He probably had forgotten all about the dance! I mean, neither of us had ever been to a school dance before, or at least I hadn't, and I didn't think he had! I mean, nobody had ever asked me, and I was too shy to go stag. We'd only been to the movies once!
And you masturbated him, and held his hand, and kissed him, I reminded Myself.
But still, Myself asked, why would he even think of the dance? He and I were birds of a feather - geeks, and everyone knows geeks don't dance.
Oh but I hoped he'd ask me! I even added it to my prayers that night. And the fear that he wouldn't had me chewing on my pillow half the night.
But, I also went to bed naked, something I'd never, ever done before, so I could feel the sheets against my body, and thought of Carl being the same way in his bed, and I felt so close to him, and I wished he were there, just holding me, skin to skin.