Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 24
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After his morning practice and a brief chat with Tom, Roger arrived in his home room classroom as the morning announcements were being broadcast.
“ ... As usual, your home room teachers have the list of students selected as participants for the Program this week. We ask those whose names are announced to drop off their bags or backpacks in your lockers and come to the conference room. Thank you for your cooperation. Have a good morning.”
The teacher read off four names and looked up; the four kids who had been named remained seated, stony-faced.
“You’re not cooperating?” the teacher said to no one in particular.
There was a mixture of head-shaking and “no” from the four.
“All right,” the teacher sighed. “Carry on...”
“Oh,” Ayame whispered. “Maybe no one will do it now.”
“Hope so,” Cynthia agreed.
On their way to their first class, they didn’t encounter anyone participating, and in Anatomy, the teacher had three students on his list; all were clothed. He challenged them. Two were 18 years old.
“I can’t be forced to participate against my will,” one student responded, “I’m an adult.”
The other agreed, and the third student said she was from a military family and wouldn’t participate.
After class, Cynthia went to those three students who had stopped to briefly talk to each other and asked if they had gone to that infamous conference room at all; none had. Then they parted ways with Ayame and went to Econ.
After that class, Ayame rushed to find the twins before gym began.
“Michelle got picked!” she panted as she ran up to the twins.
“Oh!” Cynthia exclaimed. “Is she doing it?”
“No! She is refusing and said Cirota-san came to her first class to find her, too.”
“And... ?”
“She said she would not speak to him. He speak and she looked away, she said. Teacher told her she should go into hall to talk and not interrupt class and she told teacher she was staying in class, that she wasn’t talking, Cirota was one who talked.”
“Ha!” Roger laughed. “Smart girl.”
“Yes. So teacher told Cirota to go out.”
“Did you have any naked kids in the class, Ayame?” Cynthia asked.
“None.”
Roger went off to the pool then and the others went to gym. When they dressed and appeared in the gym, they didn’t see any naked students there, either. Their activity was stretches and medicine-ball work and Mary was in their group.
“Happy your week is done?” Cynthia asked her.
“Hell, yeah. But guess what I heard? I came to my gym locker early today to get something and I overheard Cirota talking to some gym teachers. He’s loud, you know, so I heard him but couldn’t hear the answers too good. He was trying to get the teachers to agree to make all the gym classes naked, he said other Program schools do that and he wants this one to do it too.”
Ayame blanched.
“What?” Cynthia exclaimed. “They can’t do that! I mean, the teachers just can’t do that on their own, I don’t think.”
“Well, I guess, because I did hear a teacher raise her voice and say something and then ‘ ... not happening here. Forget it.’”
“Crazy stuff...” Cynthia mused. “What will they think of next?”
“Yeah,” Mary continued, “I heard that at some schools they have naked cheerleaders and they do have naked gym too. One school I know of definitely. I have a cousin who graduated from one in Massachusetts last year and they had started doing that at his school.”
“Damn. But that must be up to the school, not a Program requirement.”
“Yeah. He did say that. So some parents objected and since it wasn’t a Program rule, some kids got out of being in gym while he was there, anyway. They were put in a special group or something.”
“Unbelievable. I’m sure that won’t happen here, especially since the Program is collapsing too. Did you see any participants this morning?”
“No, not in the halls either. One kid was called in my home room but it looked like he was absent today,” Mary replied.
The teacher had come over and was glaring at them, then told them to stop chatting and buckle down.
During lunch, the twins learned some more details about the morning’s participation results. They had arrived a little after the rush and went through the line later than usual; when they found a table they noticed that there was a knot of kids around a girl listening to her talking; then the group began to disperse and they overheard comments like, “Wow,” “Cool,” “No shit,” and similar exclamations. Two of the kids the twins knew sat down at the other end of their table and greeted them.
“So what was that about?” Roger asked.
“Oh, you didn’t hear her? Well, she’s an office aide and was running an errand during home room. She passed the conference room about five minutes after the Program announcement. She said she was curious to see who was there, no one was yet, so she waited and only three kids came to the room after maybe another five minutes. She said two went in but the third said something like ‘If it’s gonna be only a couple of kids, no way am I doing it,’ and he went away.
“She told us that on her way back past the room she heard a girl inside shouting that she wasn’t going to be the only one in the whole school and then she rushed out. So it looks like nobody’s in the Program this week. Cool, huh?”
“Yeah, really. Looks like everyone was encouraged to refuse by hearing Davis on the PA on Friday,” Cynthia commented.
“For sure. I know that if I’m called, no way will I do it either,” their tablemate stated.
In Psychology there were two non-participants; Mason called their names and they told her that they weren’t participating, so the class began normally.
After class, as they passed the front doors, there were no clothing boxes present and nobody was getting dressed. The twins looked at each other, grinned, and high-fived.
Cynthia met Tom, who was waiting for her, and they went off together while Ayame and Roger went home. Cynthia came home after dinner and Tom stopped in to say hello to her parents; they chatted for a while and then he left.
“So have you kids decided on your nudist vacation yet?” Sarah asked before Cynthia, Roger, and Ayame went to do their homework.
“I think I have, Mom,” Roger answered. “I’m gonna try it and Ayame said she’d go too.”
“Yeah, me too,” Cynthia said. “I figured that if I can’t take it, I can stay dressed, and Tom said no one would care. He told me that maybe I’d get teased at first, but then no one would say a word after that.”
“Well, I mentioned that we’re friends with a couple who are nudists,” Sarah told them. “I saw my friend today in the market and she said that if you go, you’d have a great time. She said she knows Tom’s folks and she plans to be at their resort on spring break too and to look for her if you go. It’s Marsha and Warren Peters, you know them, right?”
“Sure. Wow, didn’t know that about them.”
“Yeah,” Sarah said, “she said nudists don’t advertise that they are to everyone.” She laughed. “Marsha asked me if we wanted to go, too, make it a family outing...”
“Eeeuwww,” Cynthia exclaimed, “Mom! You wouldn’t!”
“And why not?” Sarah grinned. “What’s wrong if we went too? ... No, don’t worry; this isn’t our style, kids. We’re just as happy with our clothes on, okay?”
“Yeah,” Stuart grinned. “It’s definitely not on my bucket list, but if you kids want to try it, well, you gotta make up your own minds about things that you enjoy. But you know not to make a big deal about it, right? We’re still in a pretty conservative military establishment here.”
“Sure, Dad,” Roger said.
They left for their rooms to do their work. While Roger was working, he got a text from Sam. It said that Ellen would be in touch with him soon about her Central High School contacts. After he finished his work, he and Ayame spent the rest of the evening together just chatting and being close.
The following day, Tuesday, turned out to be an absolutely normal school day with no drama or any unexpected events. At practice, Roger told Tom about their deciding to go to the resort and Tom was delighted to hear that, saying that he’d let his dad know so that he could make the reservations.
That afternoon, however, the twins’ mom had some interesting news.
“Say,” she said, “you’ll be interested in this letter from your school,” handing Cynthia the document when the kids got home.
Cynthia began to read out loud.
Dear Parents:
This letter is being sent to all parents and guardians of students who have not yet participated in the Naked in School Program. As a result of unplanned circumstances, our methods of selecting participants for each week needs to be modified to allow the Program to operate in the manner mandated by the federal government’s rules. To assist us, we would be grateful for your cooperation. Many parents have allowed their students to refuse to participate in the Program and that is interfering with the school’s ability to assure that students receive the educational, psychological, and social benefits that the Program provides.
We understand that many of you believe that you have the right to refuse to allow your child to participate and we of the school administration assure you that you do not have the right to dictate which of the school’s curriculum modules in which your child must participate. However, we realize that this is a very sensitive and volatile issue among many parents, so we would like to assess the level of future compliance the school may expect from your family if your student is selected to participate.
Please complete the attached form and return it to the school using the enclosed reply envelope. And we would appreciate your returning it by Friday. Many thanks for your cooperation.
Sincerely,
Mr George Davis
Principal
“And the form asks whether the parent or guardian agrees to allow their student to participate, and this is interesting, whether the student, if he or she’s picked, will agree to participate. Wow,” Cynthia finished.
“Wow indeed,” Roger said. “Looks like they’re trying to keep from having weeks with zero kids participating like this one by finding some kids who’ll get naked.”
“So your kids’ resistance movement is working?” Sarah asked.
“Oh, yeah, big time,” Cynthia enthused. “No one’s naked this week at all.”
“Good for you!” Sarah responded. “And no consequences yet?”
“So far none, but we’ll see what happens come graduation. They threatened that if kids refused, they wouldn’t graduate.”
Roger grinned, “Say, there’s a cool thought ... look, in the time left before school ends, they can only select a little more than half the seniors for the Program. Except for Tom and a couple of others, I think hardly any seniors’ve done the Program. So if most of the remaining seniors don’t participate, and if they don’t allow them to go to graduation, maybe only half of the senior class’ll be there.”
“Right,” Cynthia agreed. She laughed. “So maybe we should have our own private ceremony...”
“Hey, hold that thought,” Sarah said. “Mention it to Dad this evening, okay? So how should Dad and I answer the letter?” she laughed. “Any doubts about what we’ll say?”
“None at all, Mom,” Roger grinned.
“Yeah, not at all and our birthday is in less than two weeks, too. Then we could refuse as adults,” Cynthia commented.
Later, when the family was eating dinner, Cynthia mentioned her comment about the possibility of half of the senior class not being able to attend the graduation ceremony because they had refused to do the Program. Her dad grinned at her.
“Yeah. You’re not the first one to think of that happening, kid. For a change you got beat on an idea. Col Masterson mentioned that his daughter was unhappy about possibly not having a graduation ceremony to attend, so he did some checking and found out that the school prepares a list and releases it on the third week of April, of all the students who will be eligible to walk at graduation. That’s when we’ll know if they are going to exclude the kids who didn’t do the Program. If they’re to be excluded, the colonel said he’d set up an alternate ceremony at the base and invite the entire senior class to do it here, and do it real big—you know how we Marines love to do big ceremonies,” he laughed.
“Neat!” both twins chorused.
Ayame wore a curious expression. “What is ‘walk at graduation’?” she asked.
“It means to take part in a graduation, like to walk across the stage and shake hands and get the diploma,” Roger commented. “But they don’t give you the diploma then; they mail it out later. You just get a folder case to keep it in,” he explained. “So yeah, the graduation wouldn’t have to be done at the school ... Wow, I like that idea.”
Somewhat later, Roger and Ayame were watching TV and Cynthia was working on her computer, when Roger’s phone signaled a text message. He picked it up and read it.
“Oh, good,” he told Ayame. “It’s from Ellen. Let’s tell Cindy this.”
They went to her room.
“Cindy, got a text from Ellen. She said her friend at Central can talk now and she’s on video IM now with her. Here’s her alias. Let’s see if we can get her.”
Cynthia pinged the alias and the reply asked her to try again in ten minutes. Ten minutes later they were in contact.
“Hey, is that Cindy?” the teen on the monitor screen asked.
“Yeah; let me adjust the webcam so you can see my brother and cousin,” Cynthia answered. “That’s Roger and Ayame.”
“Hey, I see you all now. Hi, I’m Roberta. Ellen was in my school in my freshman and part of sophomore year. She told me you’re looking for info on the Program in other schools.”
“That’s right. It just came to our school and there’s nothing on the web about other people’s Program experiences,” Cynthia answered.
“Yeah, I know. Central was the first school to have it so we kids were blind-sided. One of our graduates is famous, though. She’s become a spokesman for the Program—Karen Wagner, ever hear of her?”
“Shit, yeah,” Cynthia responded. “She was in a porno video they showed at our school last week as a Program intro, so we saw her and a guy doing everything—a BJ, cunt-licking, even fucking.”
“Hell, if that’s all the video showed her doing, that’s tame compared to everything she did. She gave a speech when she finished her Program week and said she fucked maybe twenty boys and did anal sex with a bunch too during her week. Hey, she wrote up a journal of her time in the Program, too—it’s on a website called “Naked In School Collection”—if the feds haven’t shut that down—but in her account she didn’t say anything about the boys who were also naked that week. There were a few who were. Shit, Karen wrote in her journal that she did all kinds of perverted junk and was proud of it!”
“Oh, wow. Ellen told us that in her classes they had bondage and sadism stuff too.”
“Shit, yeah, but that got stopped. We had a weird biology teacher who loved to teach her classes nude and she demonstrated bondage and S&M toys and used them on the kids too. Lots of times she made kids who weren’t even on the Program strip in class and do kinky stuff with each other. I was in her class as a soph but I told her right up front that I wouldn’t do any of that crap. I guess because I’m a big girl—I weigh about 160 pounds—that she wasn’t interested in making me into a spectacle, so I got out of doing any shit. Anyway, she’s not here anymore. The federal Program office hired her.”
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As Tom had predicted, Friday morning’s practice session was fairly light and the team was dismissed so that they could get to the assembly on time. Roger and Tom walked to the lobby in front of the assembly doors and tried to locate the girls, which they did after a few minutes of searching. They entered the auditorium, gave their names to the teacher at the door, and found some seats together. When the bell rang, Mr Davis walked onto the stage carrying a microphone and the hum in the room...
Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
Four unhappy women climbed into the van to head back to Raleigh. Although it would be a long day, it would be nothing compared to Charles' trip. In the mirror, I noticed Alyssa crying quietly. I said, "Alyssa, are you having a hard time?" "Yes. I didn't want him to go. I'm scared." "We all are, sweetheart. It's okay to cry. I certainly have and I think your mother is still a little damp." "What are we going to do? He did everything around the house. We can't even go bike...
Cynthia woke up before most of the people in the storm shelter. She had slept quite well and considering how much she hated sleeping anywhere other than a bed; it was a small miracle that she had slept at all. The worst of the storm seemed to have passed, the wind had died down and a steady rain was all that remained of the retreating storm.Cynthia was pleased that she could hear light snoring coming from Jason confirming that he was still asleep. She needed some time to just think with no...
First TimeCynthia Palmer?s New Live Cynthia Palmer?s New LifeBy redlegtiger Note for Karen and Michelle Sad Story fans.? This story is set about ten years before the beginning of Karen?s story.? Marta has just inherited a fortune from her dead mother and has recently purchased a kennel and surrounding land that was for sell.? She became good friends with the previous owner who sponsored her into the Coch Slaver?s organization.? Marta is just beginning her odyssey as a dominatrix and mistress...
by mypenname3000 Copyright 2013 The Devil's Pact Side Story: Cynthia and Vivian's First Webcast Note: This takes place between Chapter 19 and Chapter 20. Follows the characters of Cynthia and Vivian from Chapter 1. “I think we're set, Viv,” Cynthia said as she fiddled with the webcam, aiming it at our bed. A long cable connected the webcam to my laptop, I didn't know what it was called, but the Geek Squad member assured me it was the cable we needed. “How does it look?” I was...
Cynthia was standing at the kitchen sink cleaning up after a Thanksgiving Dinner. As she washed the dishes by hand, she looked out to the dog house and watched as Julie and Teddy cavorted and played around in the yard. She thought back to the slow but complete transformation that the beautiful German girl had made. She remembered those first few days of Julia's training after her night in the bar. Julia had been totally devastated by what had happened to her. When they got her home, she...
Hi all, this is my first story in ISS. Some of you might find it a little long. Please be patient first, a few words about me and my family My name is Ryan Pinto. Basically we are from Goa, but at present, I stay in Greater Kailash, New Delhi with my family which comprises of me, my parents and my elder sister Cynthia. My dad has his own software company which he started in 2008. My mom is a journalist in one of the leading newspapers in the country. I and my sister are both students of...
Incest“We’re in the area where Harriet should be,” Sid said standing up in his stirrups. He looked around the plain without seeing any sign of her. “The grass is pretty tall. She could be sitting down and we’d never see her,” Cynthia said with a worried frown. Her butt hurt from riding so much, but she wasn’t going to complain. Saving the Damsel had become very important to her, and she wasn’t going to be the weak link. “I’m not looking for her. I’m looking to see if there’s some sort of trail...
Tom Pierce and I compared notes about our trip home. Mine was only a little over a half mile after he dropped me off at the gated community, but I made it sound more grueling than his fifteen miles. I told him about the snowdrifts, how I'd had to knock on three doors before Margaret let me in, and that I'd not ventured out of the house again until that morning when I drove Cynthia to work. What I didn't tell him was how it felt to have Cynthia sleep on top of me, how sensitive her breasts...
Almost afraid to touch her, Cynthia poked Sally with a single finger. At least the flesh was still warm. Awed by what she had seen, she looked up at Sid and asked, “Is she alive?” “Yes,” Sid answered with a chuckle. Cynthia had never imagined that anyone could respond so strongly to sex. From the first moment that Sid had touched Sally, the woman had been moaning and thrashing around in the throes of ecstasy. It had been phenomenal. Frowning, she asked, “Will she be okay?” “Yes,” Sid...
This is written in honor of Cynthia @cair4.com Unfortunately, she has disappeared from the web, but she left me with a good feeling about her, and also about me. I was driving from Leadville to Aspen through Independence Pass in a rented black Mercedes Benz. The top was down, and I was enjoying the crisp fall air as the narrow road climbed and twisted toward the summit of the pass. In the valley below me was a chain of beaver ponds that sparkled like an emerald necklace. The leaves of...
Saturday, we studied hard, sometimes together. Then, she went to the hairdresser to get ready. We showed up at the apartment with plenty of time to shower and get ready for the dinner-dance. After greeting me, she said, "I want you to dress and go talk to Laura while I dress. I can't stand to see you impatient or nervous. I'll call you when I'm ready." "Your hair is something to see. I also see your nails. Wow. I'll call Laura to see if it's okay." "Thank you. No need to call her....
As they rode towards town, Sid wondered how he was going to survive living with three such highly sexed women, once he returned to Crossroads. Harriet Librarian was on the verge of a sexual frenzy the likes of which he couldn’t even imagine. Cynthia had turned insatiable. He knew that Sally would want her turn with him, too. He hoped that he would survive that much attention. Harriet turned to Cynthia and asked, “What are you going to do after this adventure is over?” Riding beside the...
Dressed in a translucent gown, Cynthia stood outside the room listening to Harriet’s screams. The noises had started almost immediately upon Sid’s arrival to the room and didn’t seem to be coming to an end. She looked over at Sally and asked, “Is she going to be okay?” “She’s going to be fine. It sounds like she’s got a hair trigger,” Sally said with a smile. “If you say so,” Cynthia said walking over to the couch. She sat down able to hear the sounds just as easily from there. “You’re...
Cynthia Palmer felt betrayed. She had already been raped by two dogs at the hands of two thugs. She thought that she was alone in the world and when she saw her mother she was so excited that she almost forgot how she got there and that she was walking naked with a leash and collar that was being pulled by a guy that had made her screw dogs. Having her mom back made her so excited she wanted to hug her and never let go. She told her mom briefly how she thought she was dead and that she loved...
Note: Takes place between Chapter 19 and Chapter 20. Follows the characters of Cynthia and Vivian from Chapter 1. "I think we're set, Viv," Cynthia said as she fiddled with the webcam, aiming it at our bed. A long cable connected the webcam to my laptop, I didn't know what it was called, but the Geek Squad member assured me it was the cable we needed. "How does it look?" I was sitting on the bed, my laptop before me. The cable worked. The image showed our entire bed and me in my white...
Stepping out of the bank, Cynthia said, “Oh, God! What is that smell?” Smiling at the look of disgust on her face, Sid answered, “That smell is humanity at its unwashed best.” “It is horrible!,” Cynthia said holding her nose. The stench was nearly enough to bring tears to her eyes. “You’ll get used to it. Besides, once we leave town, we’ll leave the smell behind,” Sid said looking around to get his bearings. He spotted the stable at the end of the street. He said, “We’ll go to the stable...
Cynthia was mostly described by her friends and her teachers as "The best little girl you ever did see!" She was probably the brightest 16 year old student the New Delhi Girl's Academy ever had under their tutorledge. Her Father was a recently retired Colonel in the employ of the Golden Star Trading Company headquartered in Calcutta and Istanbul. Her Mother was unfortunately a victim of the typhoid epidemic that swept the coastal regions of India almost a decade prior. In less than a year,...
I was touring Delhi sometime back on work and as usual stayed at my classmates’ house who was a doctor with a famous hospital there. He had a lovely wife who looked younger and more curvy each time I met her. It amazed me always as to how was she able to maintain a perfect body. I used to jerk off thinking of Cynthia each time I spent the night at their house. This time too, I reached there and went to my usual room for the night. David ( Cynthia’s husband) told me that he has an emergency to...
I had planned on going down to Florida for about three months. About three weeks before I was supposed to leave, my present girlfriend, Sofia, asked me to do her a big favor. She said that her mother wanted to go and see her sister who also lived down in Florida. Rather than let her take the bus which would have made it a very long ride, her mother didn’t like to fly, could I let her ride down with me. Sofia and I had been friends for two years and sexual partners for about 7 months. We worked...
They both ate the popovers, neither having tasted them before. A woman from Maine had taught me to make them, among other goodies. Cynthia said, "Damn, Charles, I'm glad you don't make these all the time. I'd never stop eating them." "Good. I won't make them often, but this is a celebration. It's too early for champagne, although I could have made mimosas." Laura said, "No. Coffee's fine. This is a celebration. I hope everyone feels as good as I do." We agreed that the night...