Toms Sexual Awakening
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Several days before the end of the holidays, Angela received a thick packet of materials in the mail from an independent London school which her research had turned up. It appeared to be a good school, and being independent, didn’t have to run the Program. She had contacted the school for enrollment information, and it had just arrived.
Lynette came into the room.
“What’s all that, Mom?” she asked, looking at the papers and brochures.
“I’ve been checking out some other schools for you guys,” she answered. “Tom is terribly unhappy with this ‘remote class’ arrangement the school is doing with him--he really misses the interaction with the other kids.”
“Yeah, he talks about that a lot. What did you find?”
“There are a number of independent schools; they don’t have that naked Program but I had to eliminate most; either too far to travel, too expensive, or academically limited. This one would be a great candidate, except for what I just read here--it specializes in performing arts and to be accepted, you have to audition or send a video of some kind of performance you were in.”
“Oh. Neither Tom nor I were in any plays ... we don’t play instruments...” She paged through the brochure. “Hmmm, Norwich Academy. But ... yes. Look, Mom.” She pointed to a page. “They have a choir and voice classes.”
Angela looked at her daughter. “Your school has a choir too. What’s your point?”
Lynette struck a pose and began singing.
“So don’t act like it’s a bad thing to fall in love with me
Cause you might screw around and find your dreams come true with me
Spend all your time and your money just to find out that my love was free
So don’t act like it’s a bad thing to fall in love with me, me...
“Ta-da!” She stretched out her arms as she finished. “Singing. We both did choral music in Munich, remember? Ever hear Tom sing? He’s got a pretty decent voice--we also sing together a lot when we’re riding to school. He’s got a deeper voice than many boys and with his big chest, well, when he sings he sounds kinda nice. Smooth. Mellow. Sexy even,” she giggled.
“Oh yes,” Angela exclaimed. “Now that you mention it, I’ve heard him. You’re right, honey. And you too. Your voice is also very good, you know.” She giggled. “Cleaned up that verse a bit, didn’t we?”
Lynette laughed. “Yeah, wasn’t sure how you’d take Justin Timberlake’s original blue word in ‘Not a Bad Thing.’”
“Ha. Not a problem in that song. Well, I suppose you both could audition since you don’t have any performance recordings to send. Would you like that?”
“Sure ... but, well, are you certain they don’t have the Program? I’ve got my ‘bye’ ticket for the Program here right now.”
“You’re right. I’ll call now, maybe there’s someone at the school now even though it’s still holidays. It’s close to starting up again so maybe I can get some info.”
Angela made the call; there was no answer so she left a message on their voice mail system.
“No one to take the call so I left a message,” she told Lynette.
About an hour later, Tom returned from a run with Andrew. The two of them were pretty tired, since they had spent part of the morning lifting weights. Andrew went for a shower first.
“Lynnie,” Tom spoke to her as he stripped off his jacket and hung it up, “Andrew’s talked me into running with the school’s cross-country track team. The season is about halfway over and the last races are middle of March, he said, but the coaches should be pretty open about kids joining late in the season because the results are about how you perform as a person. No team stuff to learn. I think I’ll try it. Just need to see if they make kids run naked,” he grimaced. “I’ve been spending my P.E. class time in the weight room or on the track. So far, I’ve avoided any naked crap--and you remember that Coach McGallager lets me use the teachers’ shower in the office.”
“Yeah, well, in P.E. classes the teachers let the boys wear jocks to run and sports bras for girls. But if you run against other schools that have the Program, there could be some kids...” she began.
“Hell, I know, but I can’t keep running away from my problem forever, sis, you know? If that happens, I don’t know, maybe I’ll just run faster to get away from them,” he smirked as she took a swipe at him.
“Um, Tommie...?” she asked. A thought had occurred to her.
“Yeah, sweetie?”
“Um, can I run with you when you go? That is, if you don’t think I’d hold you back when...”
“Hell, Lynnie, no prob! I’d love your company and you ran just as good as me when we used to do it. You keep up just fine when we bike, too. It’d be fab to have a regular running partner.”
“Wow, thanks, should be fun. More time together too.” Lynette suddenly recalled the school materials. “Oh, hey bro, Mom’s checking out a new school for us. They have different arts programs and you need to do an audition to get in...”
Tom started to interrupt. She put her hand up.
“ ... and since you can sing pretty good; me too, Mom says, so we could try out. The school doesn’t have the Program so you could go to classes like any student there.”
“Really? No shit, I’d like that a whole lot. Where’s it at?”
Lynette got the brochure and showed it to Tom and he flipped through the pages.
Then Andrew shouted, “Shower’s yours now, Tom!”
“Be right back.” He kissed Lynette but she pulled away.
“Eeww! Take your shower first! You’re all sticky with sweat!”
When Tom came back to the family room, his mom was sitting next to an end table holding a phone and taking notes. Lynette was on the couch, listening. She looked up at Tom.
“Shhh ... sit here,” she patted the seat next to her. “She’s talking to the new school,” she whispered.
Tom couldn’t make any sense of the conversation just by listening to his mother, so he looked at Lynette.
“What’s happening?” he whispered.
She shook her head, smiling. “Later.”
He shrugged, but about a minute later, Angela said, “Thanks for calling back; I’ll be in touch. Bye.”
She disconnected and turned to the kids, then looked at her notepad.
“Hi, Tom. Good that you’re here now. Lynette told me she told you about this school--it sounds really good for both of you--that was the head teacher who just called me back. They’re busy at the school doing some remodeling and they’re doing some kind of teacher training session there too, so he’s been out of his office a lot today. So here’s what he told me. First, they do need an audition and can’t do that until mid-January and then a committee meets to decide if the person will be accepted. That would be in February. So the two of you can’t switch schools till September.
“They definitely don’t have the Program. They have a firm exemption from the London Ed Authority from having to run it; in fact, he told me that they’re doing a pilot trial of something else, it’s much better, he said, and there’s no nudity involved. They have high academic standards and the school’s median standard test scores are above average. I told him you guys sing, but haven’t sung solo or anything, just in a choral class, and he told me not to worry about that; they work with kids of varying experience levels. They’re looking for kids with either talent or a basic ability which can be developed. We discussed a few other things, curriculum, activities, tuition costs, stuff like that, and there were no surprises. He invited the family to come see him and to interview you two. Interested?”
“I think so. I’ll read the brochure and look at their website,” Tom said.
“I looked already,” Lynette told him. “It looks like a nice place. We’ll need to go there by tube, though. If we go, no more biking to school. It’s South London, like an hour or so on the underground.”
When Tom went back to school after the break, he found the track coach before home room began; the coach was delighted that Tom was interested in running with the team.
“I’ve seen you running on the track,” he told Tom. “You run with fairly good form. Our races are 5 K. Do you know your 5-K time?”
“I haven’t timed my longer runs; I go at a comfortable pace and run for 30 to 40 minutes. I run five miles usually, so that’s like a seven minute mile. Here at school on the outdoor track, I’ve timed my metric mile at about 5:30 when I run hard but not going all out. I don’t think I could keep up that kind of speed while running on rough ground for 5 K, though. Okay, I think I could run a mile, um, maybe at about, let’s see, 6:00 to 6:10? A little more? For 5 K then ... maybe ... ah, 18:15?”
“Hell, boy, if you can do a 5 K at under 18:30, I definitely want you to run for me. You’d have finished in the fourth or fifth position right off the bat in some of our earlier races. Even as a sweeper, you’d help our team.”
“Um, what’s a sweeper?”
“A runner who finishes outside of the top five. His placing faster than opponents’ runners pushes their scores up and the team with the fewest points wins the meet.”
“Oh. Okay.” Tom vowed to himself to look up cross-country scoring.
“I need to ask about runners in the Program,” Tom asked diffidently. “I ... um ... have a problem with the naked stuff ... you might have heard.”
“Oh right, you’re the boy who’s been segregated,” the coach looked at Tom sharply. “I know a little about an ‘incident’...” he made finger quotes, “last September, only a little, about what supposedly happened, so I’m aware of your situation, I think. As well, the Head mentioned in a staff meeting that you were doing a kind of ‘distance learning’ trial and that got you neatly out of the classrooms. As for your question, we do cross-country on race courses which are in public areas. Most meets are held on golf courses so there are always random people around. The people who came up with the Program thought that the kids should do everything, and I mean everything, stark bollock-naked, regardless of the kids being in public. But if we forced kids to run cross-country starkers, both the boys and girls would instantly drop off the team. My boys told me that, back last year when the Program was announced. Anyway, no one runs naked on any of the teams in the league we’re in because the meets are in public areas as I said, almost all golf courses, and the golf clubs are pretty conservative and wouldn’t allow that kind of nudity anyway. But don’t you have that other issue ... showers? After the meets we return to the school where the team showers and changes but I’ve heard that you use the teachers’ shower. I don’t know how the team members would take that, though.”
“Um, I thought of that. I’d just go home. I don’t live far and I bike,” Tom replied.
“You’d have enough energy to bike home after running hard like that?” the coach asked.
“Well, I noticed that I recover pretty quickly, sir. I’ve biked about 30 miles in under two hours and that’s a pretty stiff pace.”
“That’s true. Well, for the team, you’ll need to begin conditioning, so for your P.E. classes from now to March, I want you to run on the outdoor track--four laps, inside lane, is a track metric mile--you knew that--but for a 5 K distance, it’s twelve and a half laps in that lane. Do only twelve laps each session but run in lane three; twelve laps in that lane is almost exactly 5 K. You don’t mind running outdoors in the winter, I reckon. Do you have a timepiece where you can see seconds?” Tom nodded. “So keep track of your times; see if you can do an 18:30 time or better. I’ll try to get out there to watch and make any needed suggestions about your running form if I see anything. Sound good?”
“Sure. I can start today, in fact.”
“Great, son. Glad to have you. I’ll see you later. Hey, you’ll need a late pass to class--let me give you one.”
Later, at Tom’s first practice session, the coach came out to time Tom’s run and he came in at a bit over 18:35. The coach was grinning ear to ear at his time.
“Armstrong, good run. You can only improve, too. I noticed a few details about your form...”
He gave Tom some pointers and had Tom jog a lap using his suggestions.
“Yeah, coach. That feels a little better when I do it that way.”
“Good, it’ll help your stride in the middle distance. Now go get cleaned up.”
That evening, Tom and Lynette were doing their homework together; ever since their first romantic session, doing homework together had become their normal routine. Lynette was very jittery tonight, however. Tom noticed.
“Sweetie, what the hell’s bugging you that you can’t keep still?”
“Damn. Tommie, today at lunch--well, when lunch was done--ohmygod ... Can’t stop thinking about it...”
“Shit. Must be sex stuff again. Well, if y’think talking about it will help, maybe I can see if I can listen without getting my sensibilities too damaged,” he winked at her.
“Funny you’re not,” she pouted. “Yeah, well, when half the lunch period is over, the Program kids become fair game for the gropers--you knew that, I think?”
Tom nodded. “You mentioned that fact once or fifty times, I believe.”
Lynette stuck out her tongue at him. “So this guy goes over to where the naked kids sit; they all sit together--for mutual support, I suppose, and he asks one of the guys to do oral sex on a girl there. The girl said, ‘That’s not a reasonable request!’ So he goes, ‘But if you both agree, then it is.’ He turns to the guy and gives him that reasonable request, to lick the girl, and the guy makes a disgusted-like face.
“Then the girl asks the other kids at her table what they think they should do. Well, they seemed to all agree that if both parties were okay with doing it, then why not? One said, in fact, ‘I’ve seen a few relief sessions in class where a guy went down on a girl.’ Then several naked girls pulled the naked guy aside for a minute and were yakking at him; he began shaking his head but eventually shrugged and they kissed him. Well, the two kids finally did agree and they started in and after a bit of hurried whispering, they got into a 69 on the table top. They looked uncomfortable; the girl was on top and must have pressed down too hard on the guy under her--it was a hard table, so she lifted up her hips so she was off his chest. Now her ass was sticking up and the guy had to lean up a little to reach her pussy.
“One of the other naked guys, I later found out he was the girl’s partner, was stroking his dick and she looked over and saw him doin’ it. I heard her call out something like, ‘I’m so fuckin’ hot, Sam, I’m gaggin’ for your cock. Shit, I need you in my fanny!’ Heh, see, I’m pickin’ up those funny British slang words ... Anyway, he climbs up behind her, right over the guy’s head, and just pushes his cock right into her pussy. She screamed when he thrust into her. And shit, if that guy on the bottom didn’t look like he was licking his balls as the boyfriend went in and out of the girl’s pussy.
“Then I heard someone closer to them call out, ‘Look, it’s fuckin’ blood--he took her cherry!’ That boyfriend took her damned virginity on a lunchroom table. The scene was incredible. Some boys even creamed their pants; I could tell when I saw them rubbing their crotches, then grimace, and then run out of the lunchroom--to the loo, I assume.” She giggled. “Girls were red-faced and had their hands under their clothes. So fuckin’ hot!”
Lynette didn’t realize that her hand was under her waistband, stroking her vulva, until she noticed where Tom was looking. She blushed, pulled her hand up, and looked at him.
“Tom, your face is all bright red. You okay?”
“Shit, Lynnie, now I’m horny as all fuck!”
“Ooooo, maybe it’s time for some self-help again,” she cooed seductively.
She got off her bed and stood in front of him.
“No scarf now, okay, darling?”
Tom gulped and nodded.
She bent down, hooked her fingers in the waistband of Tom’s pants and pulled them down, urging him to lift his butt. Then she pulled his underpants off, freeing a rampant erection. His shirt was next. Then she pulled on his hands, prompting him to stand up. She pulled him over to her closet door to the full-length mirror there.
“Look, Tom, look in the mirror. You’re naked. A girl undressed you. How do you feel?”
Tom’s head was spinning; he felt dizzy and disoriented. His penis was standing proudly, hard as an iron bar, and he was trying to sort out the sensations he was feeling, because Lynette was running her hands over his entire body: chest, abs, penis, butt, nipples, cheeks, hair, everywhere.
“Tommie, darling, time to undress me now,” she murmured in his ear and stood on her tiptoes to tickle his ear with her tongue.
Tom turned to her slowly, almost mechanically, in a daze, and she took his hands and placed them on the hem of her shirt. He pulled it upward, exposing first her tummy, and then her bra-covered chest, until the shirt was raised over her head and slid off of her outstretched arms. He tossed it on the floor beside her and dropped his arms, shaking with his reaction to taking off another person’s clothes. Tom tried not to look directly at his sister’s tight tummy muscles and the frilly red bra that covered her young breasts.
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When Kevin returned to his flat, he discovered Amelia and Jeremy sitting at the desk in the main room, noses buried in Amelia’s laptop. Amelia jumped up, ran to Kevin, and hugged him tightly. “Oh, Kevin, I love you so much!” she exclaimed. Then she pulled back slightly and blushed. “Ahh, I mean ... You came so fast when I needed you ... OH! You’re like family, the brother I never had and you look out for me so well and...” “Amelia ... Amelia, sweetie, I love you too, you’re like the sister...
Thursday "Your attention, please. There will be a schedule change for Friday. All students will report to the auditorium instead of going to homeroom. There will be a very special announcement that you will not want to miss. Students that are in The Program this week will wear clothes on Friday. Thank you. Friday As requested, all the students at Wolf Creek Middle School filed into the auditorium. This was something that was unusual for assemblies. As they were filing in, they were checked...
It was Saturday morning and the big day had come for meeting the couple whom Tom and Lynette had begun to think of as the Coris superstars. Once again they were able to hitch a ride to Amelia’s house with Harry and Julie and arrived there, to be met by Elliot Hadad, Amelia’s father. “Hi there, Julie, Harry,” he greeted them. “And that large guy there is Tom, isn’t it?” He laughed. “I’m bad with names but how could I forget Tom and Lynette? Welcome. Amelia isn’t home yet but she’s on the way...
When they got inside their home, their parents were watching TV. “Hi, Mom, Dad,” Lynette called. Tom echoed her, “Hi.” Angela asked, “How did the rehearsal go?” Tom chuckled. “Mostly okay but Dixon is still annoyed with us cracking up every time Danny pulls another funny stunt in his ‘Little List’ number. She wants us to look surprised, not to laugh.” Lynette remarked, “The numbers I’m in are really coming together. I just adore Amelia, though; she’s so good at her part and a really hard...
“Remember when we told the kids about The Program?” asked Kevin. “Gad, that was one of the hardest things I have ever,” replied Kari. “I didn’t know how to approach telling them about the nudity in school.” “I thought they took it pretty well. I thought they would put up more of a fuss about it.” “Except for Kate. I knew she would think it was a great idea,” said Kari. It was the day before the kids would start school. The family was eating dinner. When they were done, Kari and Kevin...
Kevin spoke, “All right, we saved this part of our presentation for the last because after that death-blow Denise just administered to the viability of your Program, we’ve got what perhaps could be a lifeline. You folks on the Program Committee couldn’t offer a way to do the Program here at Norwich Academy basically because there isn’t one. What if we try to take off the blinders and look at the Program’s objectives in a completely different way? Have a paradigm shift? “You all probably have...
“Michael, breakfast. Time to get up!” Mrs Carver’s call was unnecessary as Michael had been laying awake for ages. In fact he had scarcely slept a wink the whole night. He had twisted and turned trying to think of something, anything, that would take his mind off the fate that lay before him on that bright sunny morning. The sun streamed into his room through the half open slats in the blinds beckoning him to get out of bed and enjoy what life had to offer. Michael groaned and pulled the duvet...
For the first time in a long while, I woke up after a good night's sleep. I hadn't slept that well since Mom left Dad and me. I actually looked forward to going to school, well, almost anyway. I still wasn't enjoying being naked in school. The only part I was looking forward to, was seeing Kathy again. I still couldn't believe I had asked her out for a date. Granted, I was going to be playing basketball, but still, I would have a chance to talk to her afterwards. Somehow, I knew this week...
When Angela finished describing Tom’s psychological history from Toronto to Dr Taylor, she mentioned that Tom also had a psychological evaluation done in Munich, and there were copies of all of the doctors’ reports in Tom’s records that she had brought to the school office. She finished her discussion with the head teacher. “So you see, Dr Taylor, we’ve known about Tom’s phobia for more than four years. And it’s apparently not getting any better; it may even be worse,” Angela...
Their third city was Berlin, where the group visited attractions ranging from the East Side Gallery to the Berlin Philharmonic. They were to stay four days and the accommodations had four quad rooms with two each connecting; this housed eight boys and eight girls. Two double rooms housed the remaining boy pair and girl pair, and Tom and Lynette shared a double. The large quad rooms of the rooming arrangement allowed the whole troop to congregate in one of them in the evenings where they hung...
The scene at Norwich Academy the following Monday morning was quite different from any other morning. The arriving students were all subdued, walking into the building and keeping mostly to themselves. Occasionally a few kids gathered to exchange some hasty comments but broke up just as quickly. Amelia, still moving fairly carefully, went to the office and handed in a note from the hospital that stated that she was not to engage in any strenuous activity or one where her surgical area could...
A week passed quietly; Amelia scheduled her doctor’s appointment for the coming Friday afternoon. One evening midweek, as the three were discussing how their days went, Amelia mentioned that the school had a new head teacher, Mr Hanford. “Miss Pittsdon left the school to move away ‘cuz her husband was transferred to Scotland,” Amelia said. “The new head isn’t very friendly.” “In what way?” Kevin asked. “He’s making new rules and won’t discuss them with students to give reasons. He made...
As the group gathered in the reception hall, a number of people appeared, entering the room from its main entrance. Kevin and Denise looked at them curiously, but Amelia grabbed Kevin’s arm. “It’s the prime minister!” she whispered to him in shock. “The education secretary too!” Wixom entered the room following Grayson, ushering in several other distinguished-looking individuals. Grayson, with Wixom at her elbow, walked up to Amelia and took her hands. “Wonderful to see you again, Amelia,...
“I knew we would have to deal with our kids when we found out about the Program, but I didn’t think we would have to help other family’s kids,” said Kevin. “True,” replied Kari, “but we had the opportunity and it really didn’t cost us anything.” Kevin laughed. “I was just kidding. I didn’t mind helping out. It isn’t the first time we have helped a kid from another family.” “True,” replied Kari, “but I never thought we would be helping out a kid in a situation like this.” Kari was...
Wednesday I woke to the alarm. At least, I was in my own bed this morning. I showered, dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. I had about thirty minutes before I had to leave so I planned on having toast, cereal, and a banana. I was seated at the table and about to take a bite of toast when I got slapped on the back of my head. "What did I tell you last night," my aunt demanded. I was drawing a blank. There had been a lot of things that were said last night. "What are you doing...
My interest in sex really started when I was about teens. One Saturday morning in the 1950s I was at home whilst my parents had gone out to visit my gran. The only other person in the house was my brother, Joe, who was just over a year older than me. I was doing my homework downstairs when I hit a snag. I needed a ruler and I’d left mine at school. I knew my brother probably had one and popped up to his bedroom to borrow one. He mustn’t have heard me coming up the stairs and opening his...
I poured water into a bowl and had to bend over at the waist to place the bowls on the ground. Mom told us that proper sluts face away from their betters at the table with their legs apart. I knew the old man was looking at my ass and even though he had already seen me naked I was freshly humiliated by his stares, coughs and sputtering comments about “seeing what I had for breakfast” from this angle. He and my mother joked as if I couldn’t hear their crude comments about my body. “She is...
December arrived, cold and wet. On the first Monday, sleet had begun falling in the early afternoon, as Kevin and Denise returned home to prepare for their evening meeting with the governors and National Program Committee officials. When the teens arrived home later, Jeremy told Kevin that he had arranged for the embassy driver to bring them to the school later. Kevin was packing his laptop as the teens came in. “Hi, Kevin, Denise,” the two echoed, then chuckled. Jeremy looked at Amelia....
Boys and girls, I want to thank you in advance for your positive attitudes about participating in the Naked in School program. I know many of you are nervous about taking off all your clothes and walking around school this week with nothing on. I’d like at this time to go over the rules of the program and hope that this will answer many of your questions, and maybe calm some of your apprehensions. At the end of this brief orientation, I’ll be happy to answer any questions and address any...
Monday, At School — The Principal He stared out the office window at the landscape of Bluff Oaks, Iowa, a lush but slightly arid town in Taylor County at the bottom of the state. It was a lovely day, the summer heat had subsided a bit, but the cool of the fall had not yet arrived. It was the third week of school, the first week of The Program. It was either going to be the best or the worst day of his life. It all depended on the eight children coming to his office, two from each class,...
I didn't know it when I got out of bed, but it was the beginning of the worst day of my life. I woke up, sore and still tired like I hadn't slept at all — which I don't anymore, not since ... Well, not in a few months at least. Definitely not since I had to come here. I woke up, sore but typical and rolled out of bed and waddled my fat ass to the bathroom to do the stuff I do there. I dressed in my uniform, now required by all the local schools and walked to the bus stop. The private bus...
When I began writing “Kevin and Denise,” I was responding to the idea that a world could exist where kids could be forced to be naked while attending school. These stories—almost 200 of them have been written—are set in such a universe, one which could exist only if the government adopts laws which ignore moral norms and interfere with people’s rights and their personal lives. Of course, that sounds just like our current government, right? The only difference between our government and the one...
Tuesday I woke to the sound of singing. That was odd. Usually, my aunt was yelling at me about one thing or another. Opening my eyes was kind of difficult. My eyes were crusted over with dried tears. Finally working them open, I saw Lisa pulling up a pair of underwear. The towel around her head told me she'd just gotten out of the shower. Seeing me looking at her, she smiled. "Good morning, sleepy head. If you want a shower before we go to school, you'd better hurry up." Jumping...
“Remember our school’s out adventure?” asked Kari. “That was a great trick that we pulled on the kids, wasn’t it?” “And it was a great trick that I pulled on you.” “And have I thanked you enough for doing that?” asked Kevin. “Yes, you have,” replied Kari as she passionately kissed her husband. The end of the school year was coming up for the Krill children and Kari and Kevin decided that the family should take a vacation. They discussed several possible places to go, before they finally...
The following day, the kids chosen as the student mentors began arriving right after Kevin and Denise got to the school. Jeremy and Amelia had recruited a number of candidates and Denise had chosen those who she felt were the best for the role—eight sixth-formers to make four mentor teams. After everyone had assembled in the classroom and introductions were done, Denise reviewed the jobs which the mentors would be doing. “Guys,” she said, “your jobs are very fluid, but fall into two areas....
Mary pulled up to the entrance to mall; not believing that she was actually going to be nude in the mall. After being in the mall the day before, being nude in the mall was all she could think about. Last night, she laid in bed, nude and had brought herself to a very satisfying orgasm as she thought about her nude adventure that was coming up. While she was in church with the Rogers, being nude in the mall was all that Mary could think about. If anyone had asked what pastor had talked about,...
My bare ass bounced up, and down on the back seat as we rode down the bumpy gravel road to leave Julie’s trailer park. “So basically our punishment is like Jenny’s training?” Julie asked a little too enthusiastically. I was shocked she was considering this without putting up a fight or an argument. She is lazy, selfish, greedy, and generally just like me only not quite as good at it. I would have slammed the door and walked back into that dump the moment I heard I had to take my skirt off...
That Saturday Kevin met Jeremy at the dojang for their weekly training. “Say, Jeremy,” Kevin said as he pulled on his dobak, your mom mentioned that you’ve gotten involved with writing about social problems.” “Oh yeah, I am,” he replied. “I think that governments and even religions have too much control over how people can treat each other, like when we were talking about honor killing—that’s a religious idea gone haywire, and the Naked in School Program, which is a crazy government...
Thursday I arrived early the following morning, and met up with Ren, so I could pay him for his services. I could tell he was still apprehensive about Principal Morris, so I suggested he speak with her himself after our meeting this morning. Once I was assured that he would be there to protect Tiffany, I headed off to Mrs. Morris's office having no idea what kind of reception I would receive when I arrived there. "May I come in," I asked after knocking? "Certainly Mr. Crothers, should...
“Oh my god, Tom,” Angela exclaimed as she opened the door. “Mom ... they ... tried...” he began, panting. She saw the distress and terror in his face. “I know ... the school just called. I heard what happened,” she told him. “Come in ... tell me ... are you hurt?” “No, don’t ... think so ... but I ... was gonna ... die, Mom! They were gonna kill me...” he began crying. “Tom, you’re okay now, no one’s going to hurt you. Listen, I called Dad when I heard what happened. We don’t have much...