Chapter 8

On Friday I dressed like a cheerleader. Yeah, I know: No clothes means no dressing. Okay then, I "undressed" like a cheerleader. Momma Anne got me a cheer skirt that was way too short to cover anything. I swear, it almost made me feel nakeder than if I'd just been naked. Momma Anne really knows what she's doing when it comes to clothes and stuff. I wore some knee-high socks with it, and some white high-heel sneakers that looked totally slutty. I added a leg garter in our school colors, red and yellow, and two wrist pom-poms. And there I was. Topless of course, and dressed like a cheerleader without actually being dressed or having any real clothes on or covering anything up that boys might want to see.

As soon as I got to school I went straight to the office to have Mr Johnson approve my outfit before I went to class. I was worried most about the knee-highs, which were the most concealing part of my outfit, more concealing than the skirt, even, but Mr Johnson agreed they looked sexy on me, so they were okay.

In algebra class, the guys were all really excited about their blow jobs the day before. It was like all they could talk about, and Mr Harmon had to tell them over and over again to quiet down so he could teach. Before we started, they insisted that I had promised to masturbate for them during my relief time. I didn't think that's what I promised, but I kind of liked them, and I knew I could use the relief, so I still did it. David and Manny got so excited watching me, they came up and jerked off on my pussy, covering her with their creamy white sperms. That got me so excited I started cumming, too, and i pushed it up inside me with my fingers.

Mr Harmon is so nice. He just watches, doesn't say very much. I wonder if he wants to do it, too, or if he'd like me to blow job him, too, but he doesn't ask or say anything, so I don't know. And I'm too shy to ask. I'd do it, if he wanted. Just because I like him.


In French class Mrs Cole taught us about French kissing. She said that along with learning the language, it's important to know the customs, too. She asked, "Has anyone here every French kissed?"

I hesitated, thinking I couldn't possibly be the only one, but no one else raised their hand, so finally I did. "What was it like, Daisy? Come up and tell the class about it."

I blushed but got out of my seat and stood in front of everyone. This was my fifth day of being naked, so by now it felt kind of normal. That part did. What seemed weird was telling everyone what French kissing was and what it was like. I tried to remember all the details from when I'd done it with Mr Franz two days earlier.

"Um, well, I did it with Mr Franz, our school bus driver," I started. "He was teaching me how to do a blow job." That made everyone chuckle.

Mrs Cole interrupted, "Oh, yes. We were all able to see that yesterday at lunch, or at least watch on the school porn site. Will you be giving a similar performance today?"

I blushed, feeling my titties burn red with embarrassment. "No, Ma'am. At least I don't think so." There were some disappointed sighs. When there were no more comments, I continued telling my story. "He said that kissing was an important part of giving a blow job, because it lets both of you know that the other one wants to go further."

Mrs Cole interrupted again. "Daisy, if that's so, then why did you NOT do it with the four boys yesterday?"

I shrugged, not having an answer for that. When she didn't seem to insist on getting one, I went on. "He told me, the next time we kissed, how to just open my mouth and let him put his tongue inside, so I did, and..."

"Tell us what that was like, Daisy? Did you like having a man's tongue inside your mouth? Was it exciting?"

I grinned, remembering how it had felt. "It was... kind of nice," I admitted. "A little, um, different, right at first, and you kind of lick and feel this thing that, I guess you know isn't normally there. But it wasn't like disgusting, or anything. It just seemed normal. Like he wanted to do it and I wanted to do it, too. So we did."

"And did you put your tongue in his mouth?"

"Yes, I did that, too. Right after he did it to me. And then we both kind of sat back and... It just felt nice."

"Merci, Daisy." Before I could return to my seat she turned to the class, "Now, since Daisy is our current expert on French kissing, who would like to try it out with her? Anyone?"

I was flattered when a couple of boys quickly raised their hands, and so did one girl, Crissa Brooks, a really pretty, sexy girl with a sexy body, long, straight blonde hair and pretty blue eyes that she accented with smoky eye make-up. I knew all the guys were hoping to hear her name called on Monday Morning Announcements as an NiS Program participant, so they could all see her naked. If I had had to guess who else in French class had ever tried French kissing or was sexually active, it would have been her. I sorta think she just didn't feel like volunteering to be first.

Mrs Cole had her come up, instead of one of the boys, saying, "It's perfectly normal for two girls to want to kiss each other. And boys often find it very erotic to see them do it."

Crissa looked at me and I looked back, neither of us really sure how to start. Mrs Cole said I was an expert, but I'd only done it the one time, and Mr Franz had told me what to do, so I felt unsure. Since Crissa seemed to be expecting me to lead, I said, "I guess... I guess you just do it." I stepped closer, and we both brought our mouths together and started kissing. It was different with her than it had been with Mr Franz. Mostly because her tongue was softer and like half the size his was. But other than that it was similar, with her tongue exploring my mouth, and mine exploring hers. That, and her breath was minty, while Mr Franz"s breath had tasted like stroganoff.

When it was over, a boy asked, "Mrs Cole, In porn videos I've watched, don't girls usually kiss like that when they want to swap a man's cum back and forth?"

Mrs Cole answered. "Oui, Billy. French kissing can be used for a variety of situations, and that's one of them. The important thing is to learn HOW to do it, and then, I'm sure, all of you will know, when you get in those situations, like Billy's saying, what you should do. Excellent question. Billy, why don't you go next? We have two experts now, so I think everyone will get a chance."

By the end of the class, Mrs Cole made sure that Crissa and I had French kissed all the boys and as many girls as wanted to do it, and that everyone had a chance to be experts, just like us.


After lunch, we had our last day of wrestling. I mean my last day. On Monday I would be back to girls' P.E., where we didn't have a wrestling segment. It was easy, since I'd wrestled Brian the day before, so all I had to do was watch everyone wrestle that hadn't been able to do it the day before.

After wrestling, even though I really didn't need one, I showered again with a dozen naked boys. Since it was my last day with all of them in the boy's locker room, Mr Nielson agreed to give us an extra five minutes in the shower. "In case anyone wants to cum on Daisy again," he said. This time the guys were all a lot less shy about it, and so was I. I even helped a few of them by stroking their dicks with my hand until it was their turn to do it. Most of them squirted their cum on my titties, or on my butt. Two guys wanted to cum on my pussy, and the other two guys asked if they could do it on my face, with my mouth open, like they do in porn movies.

It was funny that, with my mouth wide open for them, they didn't get that much actually in my mouth. It's like they didn't know how to aim or something. But I got a little, and some in my eyes.


In Geography class, Mr Burton seemed a little sad. When I asked him what was the matter, he said, "Oh, it's nothing. Nothing important." And then he sighed, and just stared at my chest.

I had an idea what it was, but wasn't sure if I should say anything. Before being in Program, I probably wouldn't have, but a week of being nude all the time, everywhere I went, gave me more confidence than before, so I finally decided to just say it, and see if I was right. Whispering to him, I asked, "Next week, when I start wearing clothes again, would you like to maybe stand behind me once in a while and peek down my blouse?"

His eyes brightened and he grinned. I think it was the first time I'd ever seen him actually look happy about something. Other than when he was marking our papers for all the things we got wrong. "Would you really be willing to do that?" he asked in a whisper.

I nodded.

"It would have to be a secret, though" he added. "I wouldn't want other girls to know I like to do that."

I nodded again. "I won't tell them. But, yes, I'd totally be flattered."

I was glad I asked him.


After I got home and ate, I told Mom about the basketball game and asked if she would take me. She said sure.

It was funny because there was one boy for the other team who was also doing Program that week, so he had to play completely naked. At first they had a discussion to decide if that was fair or not, since without a uniform, no one would know which team he was on. Then the coach of our team pointed out that it wouldn't be very hard to remember which team the naked player was on, so his team, our team, was okay with it. And that was the end of the discussion.

Before the game started, I told Mom about Brady, and how I thought maybe he liked me, so whenever he scored a basket, both of us would stand up and cheer really loud. And he scored lots of baskets. Once I think they even made it so he could score one without the other team trying very hard to stop him, just because they knew we would stand up and cheer.

After the game they asked me to come down and stand next to Brady, because he said it was my cheers that made him play so good and that's why they won the game. A TV reporter was interviewing him, and he put his arm around me and said I was his girlfriend. I liked that. Then the camera was on me, and I laughed, because that meant I was going to be on the news that night, and I was naked, so everyone in the world just about would get to see me naked just by turning on their TV that night.

But I was happy that Brady Wade thought I was his girlfriend, because I wasn't sure if he liked me as much as I liked him. I looked up at Mom, in the stands, and she was smiling at me. And probably telling all the people next to me that I was her daughter. I think I really made her proud.

And then Brady's hand was on my butt, not just touching it, but feeling and even squeezing. That felt even better than making Mom so proud. While he was doing it, I looked at all the people still watching us who hadn't left the game yet, and none of them seemed to think it was at all strange for Brady to be doing that to me while he was being interviewed and everyone could see. Like it was just totally normal. And I guess it was.

I wondered, since I was Brady Wade's new girlfriend, if that meant I'd get to start having sex with him. I hoped so, because, as much as I liked giving blow jobs, I was really curious about sex, and what it would be like to have a boy put his cock inside my vagina.

When the TV reporter left us, Brady put his arm around me and started leading me into the locker room, somehow keeping another hand on my butt the whole way. I started getting really excited because I was pretty sure he was taking me there to have sex with him. I mean, I was kind of scared, since I'd never done it before, but excited at the same time.

We were about halfway there when I started thinking about my moms. They were right behind us, so I knew they could see where Brady had his hand. I knew I better tell them where we were going and stuff, so I pulled away from Brady, turning around. "Just a second," I gushed. "I need to tell my moms something."

I was all grins and excitement as I told them, "Brady's taking me into the locker room. Okay?" I didn't tell them what I thought was going to happen there. I don't know why I felt the need to explain, adding, "I can go in there with him, because it's my program week."

I'm not sure why I thought that was important. Did I just want some privacy with my new boyfriend, with the cutest boy in the whole school? Maybe. I mean, I knew I wouldn't get it from the rest of his teammates, once we got there, but maybe I just felt like I needed it from my moms or something. Kind of like when Mr Franz taught me to do blow jobs, and they excused themselves to go to the other room.

"How long will you be? Asked Mom. I don't think she was oblivious to what was going on, but maybe she was hopeful, or something. I guess it's hard to see your kids grow up.

Momma Anne knew, I could tell. She's always the more practical one. "Are you ready?" she asked.

I grinned, but suddenly started to wonder. Was I? A moment earlier I was sure I was. Was there something I hadn't thought of?

I kissed them both, then turned to leave. "Be careful," Mom said, and now I could hear the concern in her voice.

I ignored it, as best I could, and hurried back to Brady, my Prince Charming. He was waiting for me at the locker room door. I could see the bulge in his basketball shorts, and knew it was an erection, and that pretty soon I'd be getting very familiar with it.

Standing next to him, with a handful of towels, was Danny Snider, the team manager, the boy I had wrestled with in P.E. class. I slowed. Something wasn't right. Something was calling for my attention.

I looked up in the stands. There were the Algebra Boys, David, Manny, Richard and Jonathan. They were watching me, waving, yelling stuff, trying to get my attention. I waved back, and slowed some more. By then I was standing right on the big red and yellow "C" in the very middle of the basketball court.

Way off to my left the door opened from outside, and Mr Franz walked in. He was with the other team's coach. He must have been their driver to take them back to their school. He saw me right away, just standing there nude, and waved, a great big smile on his face pushing up his rosy cheeks.

I stopped. I didn't know what to do.


Continued in Next Monday