Naked In School

"Not the nickname. Though I’m sure you’ll now tell them. If you’ll excuse me, I prefer not to be here when they find out. Toodles." And off she went.

"All right, Jared, spill the beans."

"Her nickname, among her friends, is E.T."

"I take it it doesn’t have anything to do with lovable aliens in Steven Spielberg movies," Dad deadpanned.

"No. It stands for Easy Tina."

"Oy." Dad said.

"Oh, I’m not shocked," Mom replied. "We knew Tina has been sexually active for quite a while."

"Extremely sexually active, as far as I can tell," I grinned.

"She started young, I know that," Mom said. "Hey, it’s the world today. And I know she’s careful." She looked at me. "She was in love once, I know, and he broke her heart. I think she’s looking for it again."

"Joe, I’m guessing," naming her boyfriend for most of last year.

"Exactly right," Mom confirmed. "He turned out to be a complete asshole, though." She looked at me. "I worry more about you getting in a relationship than I do about you having sex, you know-because of that. So, if I seem overprotective, it’s because I had to help Tina pick up the pieces last year."

"You? Overprotective? Since when?" I laughed.

"Since now," she said. She sat down next to me. "You told me you had a crush on Amanda, yes-but, with you being thrown together, and it happening so fast, and the pressures of The Program, I figured what was happening between the two of you right now was mostly sex." She took a deep breath. "Then I saw the look in both your eyes when you came upstairs last night, and I realized I was wrong. You don’t get that look from just sex."

I took a deep breath. "After we were done, she told me she loved me."

"That’s a much easier thing to say at that point in time, you know," Dad interjected.

"Yeah, I know."

"Did you say it back?" Mom asked.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Three days, Jared. It’s been three days, a few interesting experiences in class, one date, and one time in bed. You think about that," Mom pointed out.

"I do. I know what you’re saying." I took a deep breath. "Look, how old were you when you met Dad?"

"Fifteen," she laughed. "This isn’t an age thing, that’s not what I mean."

"Fine, but that wasn’t my question. You met Dad when you were fifteen. How long before you knew?"

"Almost immediately," she admitted, throwing a smile at my Dad. "Probably less than three days," she laughed. "Hey, sometimes it works out. But Tina thought she knew immediately last year with Joe, too. Just remember that."

"I will and I do. One thing, though, Mom, Tina’s a girl. I think girls get put through the ringer by asshole guys more than the other way around."

"Yes, but it does happen the other way around," Mom maintained. "And, from what you’ve told me, and what I saw, Amanda has gone through a barrage of changes in the last three days-and I think she’s very emotionally fragile right now."

"She is, I know," I admitted with a sigh. "What can I do? I just have to go with the flow and hope it all works out."

"She seems delightful, don’t get me wrong," Mom said. "Just be careful."

"I try." I wolfed down the last of my eggs. "Time to go to school, meet my girlfriend, and get naked!"

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO AMANDA

I got out of my house in a hurry that Thursday. Wolfed down a bagel and got out of there, pronto. First of all, I wanted to be early. Second of all, I did not want to deal with my mother. I was in too good of a mood. She came down stairs as I was headed out, called, "Amanda?" and I just yelled, "Gotta go! Bye!" and headed for school.

That’s all I’d need, a lecture from my mother to dampen my mood. I was on cloud nine, and had no intention of coming down any time soon.

As I walked, I realized something. I was a little sore. I had to laugh at that. I was actually sore…down there. Didn’t hurt at all last night, but that pounding Jared gave me with that big pecker of his had its aftereffect, obviously. And I walked, and I felt the tender flesh rub up against itself, and it was sore-and I just laughed.

I really was delirious.

I wondered if it was swollen. I hadn’t looked. Maybe, when I got to school and got my clothes off, everybody would be able to tell what I did last night. That thought made me laugh harder.

Like I said, delirious.

I had planned to go down the path and meet Jared back by the football field, but I didn’t have a chance. He was already there, in front of the school, waiting for me. We were over a half-hour early, and nobody else was there. He saw me approach, lit up with a smile, and started walking towards me. I shook my head, walked up to him, grabbed his hand, and said, "The woods." Even though nobody was there yet, I didn’t want to take a chance. We took off down the path, got to the most wooded area, and grabbed and kissed each other, long and deep.

Jared broke the kiss and looked at me and said, "Well, good morning."

"Good morning to you, too, silly," I said and kissed his nose. "Sleep well?"

"Like the proverbial baby."

"You, too, huh? Good."

"How are you this morning?"

"Sore," I admitted. "It didn’t hurt last night, but I noticed it walking to school this morning."

"Oh, shit, I’m sorry," he said.

"What’s to be sorry about? Not your fault you’re a big boy," I giggled. "You were as gentle as could be, until I told you to go faster, remember. Besides which, I’d do it again. And again, and again, and again, and again…"

"You are something else," he interrupted me.

"Yes, I am, and don’t you forget it!" He just laughed, and kissed me again. I just couldn’t get enough of this. Even the kisses made me tingle from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. We broke the kiss, and I said, "We’d better get out of here. The crowd’ll be around soon." We walked out of the woods hand-in-hand and saw that the crowd was beginning to gather in earnest.

We ended up undressing each other again. We told the folks that they could undress us-that’s a reasonable request, after all-but they kept insisting that we "put on a better show". So we did it, and we really played it up. It was great-but, after what had happened last night, it really made me want him! Ah, well.

The morning flew by. As did lunch. We sat together, of course, but this time, when he found me at the table, he set next to me. And diddled me under the table the whole time I was eating! It was delicious, but I found it really hard to have an orgasm without making noise!

Then we walked into Biology. Ms. T had two chairs set up in the front again. We walked in and she, not surprisingly, nodded us into the chairs. The class filed in and laughed at us being front-and-center again. Then the principal Mr. Tilling walked in, smiled at us, and walked to a chair in the back of the class.

"OK, everybody, listen up. We’re going to be using Jared and Amanda as guinea pigs again, and Mr. Tilling has asked to observe the class to see how we’re doing and how Jared and Amanda are doing in the program."

"HI. MR. TILLING!" the whole class yelled, bringing laughter from Ms T and a smile from Mr. Tilling.

"Good," Ms. T laughed. "Now, what we’re going to be discussing today-and it is going to be a discussion, Jared and Amanda," she smiled at us," is expectations, and reactions. I don’t know exactly how this is going to go, frankly-and that’s because we’re going to be asking Jared and Amanda some questions. How they answer those questions will determine what direction we go in."

"Now, you guys might find these questions embarrassing. Nothing needs to be answered. You want to take a pass on a question, you take a pass. No reasonable request laws apply. And no overruling from Mr. Tilling, right?" she asked with a smile.

"I’m just a fly on the wall," Mr. Tilling said. "No, Sharon, this is your class, and you determine the rules and any reasonable exceptions. I’m just here to observe."