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Adam & Vivian Naked In School - Opening WeekPart 5: Friday free porn video
Any day you wake up knowing from the first moment that you're screwed is going to be a bad day. And yes, in case you're wondering, I woke up pumping cum again. At least I kept my hands clean this time.
Hearing the twins in the bathroom, I knew I had to wait. So first I used the top sheet to wipe myself, and then I changed the linens again. A couple of times, I snagged them on my cock. Erect, erect, erect; all the damn time erect. I could still hear the shower running, so I laid down and stared at the ceiling for a while.
"Adam, may I come in?" asked Mom.
Oh great! I just messed the sheets for the second day in a row, I'm laying there naked, on top the covers, with an erection pointed up like some kind of space missile, and my mom wants to come in and have a chat.
"Sure," I replied. I really felt I should've gotten up and put something on, but what was the point? She sure hadn't bothered. To put anything on, that is.
Quietly she entered the room and sat on a corner of the bed. I hadn't counted on that. I wished again I'd put something on, but it didn't seem to be bothering Mom at all.
"Adam, are you doing all right?" she asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"I see you've gone through a lot of sheets lately. Are you having sweats, or throwing up, or anything?"
"No. Uh, look, this is kind of embarrassing, but I've been having trouble with wet dreams."
"Yes, I saw you this morning."
What kind of deal is that? I felt sick. Mom, though, seemed to be taking it matter-of-factly. "Is this something else from your injection?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's what Nurse Nystrom says."
"So if you don't have enough sex, you have a wet dream? "
"Yeah. It happened yesterday in Spanish class," I admitted.
"Oh my, even during the day? Well, look, Adam, if there's anything I can do to help, be sure and let me know. OK?"
"Like what?" I asked with some trepidation. I mean, there I was, pretty well laid out for her. From time to time she was glancing at my dick. I was trying not to look at her breasts but I wasn't always succeeding.
"Well, I'll wash those sheets for you, and maybe get some more. Do you still want a top sheet?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Well, when I walk by your room at night, you always have your covers kicked off. It's all right. Your father and I don't use top covers any more: not since we turned up the thermostats."
I didn't need to know that.
"Uh, I'm not sure," I replied. I was certainly used to having a top sheet, and would have preferred one, but what was the point if I was going to keep kicking it off?
"Well, I'll see what they've got," said Mom noncommittally. "It sounds like the twins are done in the bathroom. You probably need to go. You can always come to me, you know that, don't you Adam?"
"Yes, Mom."
"OK, I love you," she finished, giving me a pat on the thigh.
"I love you too," I said without any touching, and then I headed for the bathroom. Mom stayed on the bed, watching from behind as I left the room.
By then I was fully hard again, which would've made pissing a five minute exercise at least. So instead I took a cold shower and did everything in the bathtub. The twins had used up most of the hot water anyway.
Mom met me in the kitchen, gave me the once-over, and smiled. "Not getting dressed this morning?" she asked.
So of course I had to tell her about the come-as-you-are pajama party, and about the critical time of five o'clock Thursday morning, and about how I'd been naked at the time. I'm not sure if she found that pleasing or just amusing, but either way she kept smiling.
When I finished eating it seemed like I should go upstairs for something, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what. Clothes, I suppose, but that was out of the question. So what the hell; I went naked out the back door, naked across the driveway, naked into my car; and naked to school. Mrs. Huxley, our neighbor, saw me getting into the car and waved. I waved back.
My timing was perfect; Ms. Sprite was just opening the doors as I parked. Olivia saw me coming up the walk and waited for me, naked as usual. I suppose I should have expected that. Not many people who went naked all day would wear clothes to bed.
Olivia seemed unusually pleased to see me that morning; I suppose she was glad I hadn't arrived with a couple of footlockers full of clothes. Together we headed straight to the showers and got each other very clean. I was a little worried about the amount of cum I'd have available but as events transpired, it was plenty.
Ethan and Caitlin were still under the terms of their bet, and therefore arrived naked. So did Paul Aquino and most of the other swimmers who went naked most days. Among the rest, most of the guys showed up in gym shorts, boxers, or regular pajama bottoms, with or without a t-shirt or pajama tops. The girls who weren't naked wore an assortment of t-shirts, tank tops, camisoles, and nightgowns. If the top was short, they generally wore briefs or boxers as well.
Nobody wore their nightclothes in the pool, of course, so workouts were pretty normal. Serena was wearing a slightly-too-short satin nightie, but agreed to hold my PDA again. Rita was wearing an oversize t-shirt and keeping her hands off Owen, who'd shown up in a t-shirt and boxers.
Workouts ran smoothly; everyone had them down to a routine and everyone was serious about their swimming. Olivia slid up against me a little more than necessary as we waited at the blocks, but I didn't make an issue of it.
At about seven-thirty Ms. Sprite called me aside. "Adam, I thought you were going to change in my office this morning," she began.
"There really wasn't any point," I explained. "I was sleeping naked yesterday morning, and all my friends decided we should do the come-as-you-are thing, so here I am, spending another day naked in school."
"You don't say? Well, stop by my office after workouts. I've got something for you," said Ms. Sprite, then she hurried over to another lane.
At eight-fifteen we finished workouts as usual. I took a quick shower with Olivia, then headed over to Ms. Sprite's office. There, stacked on one daybed, were all my missing clothes from Tuesday and Wednesday! The clothes from Wednesday were even free of glue! And the two extra locks from Thursday were there as well!
"How did this get here?" I asked Ms. Sprite.
"I have no idea," she replied.
I stared at her a long time.
"I can only suppose that whoever was pulling these pranks on you feels they've gone on long enough, or at least wants to apologize."
I stared at her some more.
"These things were just outside my door this morning," Ms. Sprite explained further. "Someone must have left them there."
I said nothing. I thought about suggesting a check of the security cameras, but felt fairly certain they hadn't been working. Turned off by mistake, for example.
"Look, Adam, I don't know what suspicions you have, but I suspect these pranks are going to stop. If you have any real evidence against anyone, give it to me now and I'll see that they're punished. Otherwise, this is probably over."
At that, I took a step closer to her. We were only six inches apart. Then I moved a little closer. Then she grabbed my back, closed her eyes, and raised her lips.
"Evidence," I uttered softly. Then immediately, Ms. Sprite released me like hot frying pan.
"That was a dirty trick, Adam," she said.
"Yours or mine?"
"Are you going to report me?"
"I don't think so," I replied. "You could just as easily report me for propositioning a teacher. Just make sure this kind of thing stops. And not just with me. With anybody."
"Thank you, Adam. There wasn't anyone else, and there won't be. I guess I just got carried away with you. It's all this nakedness, you know. I just, well, I like the way you look. But no more tricks. Strictly business. Is that OK?
"Yeah, it's OK."
"Are you going to quit the swim team?"
"No. I like swimming too much for that. Look: You're my coach. I'm the athlete. That's where it begins and ends. That's all."
"Thank you, Adam. Can I make it up to you somehow?"
"Look, it wasn't such a big deal. And I could get in trouble for leading you on just now. So let's just call it even."
"Strictly business," she promised, standing there with both of us naked.
"Strictly business," I agreed, then I took my clothes and put them in my locker. I don't know what Ms. Sprite did after I left her office, but she was on time for Gym class.
Period 1 - Gym
Judging from the kids in Gym class, come-as-you-are day looked like a tremendous success. If a person wore anything at all, it seemed to be bedclothes.
Crystal and I, of course, were naked. We'd both admitted at lunch Thursday that we'd been sleeping that way. Cliff Liepper was naked too, presumably because his whole family had gone naked over the summer. Kristin was wearing a long flannel nightgown, and Gary Fischbak was wearing sweatpants.
A few kids were naked in class for the first time, and most of the rest were wearing pajamas, gym shorts, or boxers. Most of the girls were wearing tops; most of the guys weren't. There were only a few fancy negligees.
Tess Palmer showed up in a replica of the black and pink nightie Barbara Streisand wore in The Owl and the Pussycat. Yeah, the one with pink handprints on the black bra top.
Willie Fundeman was dressed exactly like Tess, and both of them were pretty upset about it.
Ms. Sprite had shown up just in time to activate the video.
"Good morning students and teachers," Ms. Holloway began, wearing only a cotton nightcap. "I just have two announcements this morning.
"First, as you know, the official Naked in School Program starts Monday. We'll select the participants this morning, and send out notifications during third period. Of course, you won't receive them until the com block gets lifted at the end of the period.
"If you get selected and want to appeal, just come to the office today between periods. However, I must warn you, such appeals almost never get accepted. If you can come to school, you can be in The Program.
"For those of you who are selected, please be in the south end of the gym fifteen minutes before classes start on Monday. That's eight-fifteen. If you have any clothes on, you can take them off at that time, and then we'll give you any final instructions.
"Second, from what I've seen, participation in come-as-you-are day is excellent. Thanks to you all, congratulations to student government, and let's have fun with this.
"That's all for this morning. Have an enjoyable and productive day."
"Wake up, people," ordered Ms. Sprite as soon as the video went dark. "Outside! Anything you can't run in, leave it at the door!"
Kristin wasted no time removing her long flannel nightgown. "What's with that thing?" I asked.
"Oh, you know, my parents are like, so not into naked. My mom and dad wear these heavy clothes all the time, and they keep the house like, freezing, and there's this vent that blows cold air right onto my bed, and oh, I could just blow a tit. It's all so lame!"
Ms Sprite, by then, was shouting more instructions. Basically, we were supposed to run a lap around the whole athletic field. The five of us -- me, Crystal, Kristin, Cliff, and Gary -- started out together but before long Cliff, Kristin, and Gary had fallen back. I was surprised at first that Crystal kept up with me, but I guess she was in pretty good shape. Either that or she had some pretty good injections. Toward the end I think she even slowed down for me. I'm kinda large for distance running, you know.
"So, is something going on with you and Vivian?" Crystal asked later in the showers. She was scrubbing my front and Kristin was handling the back. Both of them had asked for help scrubbing their backs, and I'd claimed equal time.
"Like what?" I asked noncommittally.
"Like, you two are going to be doing TV commercials? Is that right?" Crystal asked.
"It's not finalized," I claimed. "Why? What did you hear?" And from who, I wondered.
"Vivian called last night and told me about it. She can really use the money, you know. If this goes through, it's going to be wonderful for her."
I had no idea where Crystal was headed. I tried "What? I had some water in my ear."
"I said Vivian told me about it and it sounds great for her."
The girls finished scrubbing me down and I started on Kristin's back. "So, are you two going to be close after all?" asked Crystal from behind.
"You mean emotionally?" I temporized. "I don't know."
"You're not making this easy," Crystal claimed as I started on her back.
"Easy how?" I asked.
"OK. I'm not sure I should tell you this, but Monday night I was talking with Vivian and she said there was nothing between the two of you. So I thought you were, like, available. So are you?"
Crystal and Kristin were both facing me now. And you know, naked pompom girls, all wet and slippery, with shower spray bouncing off them, ought to be a lovely sight. Except that both were glaring at me like it was the Spanish inquisition.
"Look, Crystal, Vivian and I got caught up in some events. I'm still working through the consequences, and I guess so is she. But that's not a full relationship; not in the way I think you're asking."
The two girls stared at each other with pained expressions, then headed for the towels. I would've loved to watch them dry but necessity called. I turned away, turned the shower on cold, froze my balls for a couple of minutes, and then peed. As to draining that other, white, sticky fluid, that would have to wait.
Period 2 - Communications
Crystal and Kristin were already gone when I left the showers. As quickly as I could, I dried myself, straightened my hair, and headed to Communications class. Nadia, Vivian, and Crystal had already taken our usual couch, so I took a seat in the next one forward. Next to me was a tiny oriental girl in cartoon pajamas that had a tail and feet. Her boyfriend was wearing puce and chartreuse fishnet gym shorts. It didn't seem to bother her that I was naked, or erect. In fact, she gave me a little squeeze. Yeah, there. We almost had an accident, although I guess she didn't know that.
Mr. Magnusson showed the tape Crystal and Joel had made the day before, and then summarized the audience feedback. Crystal got better scores all around, but particularly in pronunciation and stage presence. But everyone agreed the questions were lame and that the camera work and titling were unprofessional.
For the rest of the class, Magnusson showed us three professional interview clips. After each clip, we spent about ten minutes discussing it and comparing it to Crystal and Joel's interview.
After class, Nadia, Vivian, and Crystal marched out in unison. I tried asking Vivian how things were going but she rushed off with the others. They were still on the other side of the hall, talking, when I left the room and headed for English. I thought about looking for Sandra before class, but then I decided my life was already complicated enough.
Period 3 - English
Nothing, of course, can ever be simple. Sandra was waiting for me in the back row of Mr. Kent's classroom wearing a black satin nightgown. On top it was low cut and lacy; on the bottom it was thigh-length; and in back it started below the shoulder blades.
"Hi Sandra. Nice outfit!" I greeted her nonchalantly.
"Same to you," Sandra replied impishly. "But I'm missing the final accessory. Would you help me out?"
Yeah, I'd seen that coming. You know you're having a bad day when nothing can even be difficult. I have to admit, though, that she looked pretty good in that thin, smooth nightgown. And I still owed her a favor or two. And I needed to empty myself before afternoon classes.
"I still have five minutes before the bell," I observed, "so let's go across the hall, OK?"
"Whatever floats," Sandra remarked, and then we rushed into the washroom. We were barely inside the door when she pulled me toward her. She grabbed my shoulders and butt, and I grabbed hers. Her breasts almost felt better through the slippery fabric than if they were naked. My cock was straight up, jammed between our abs, sliding against her sexy fabric. It didn't take long.
"Here it comes," I warned her, then she stepped back and trailed her fingers onto my dick and balls. She stroked me exquisitely for a moment, then the first burst got her right in the waist. As I continued she aimed me everywhere: her breasts, her abs, her hips, her thighs. Finally she dropped to her knees, scented her hair, and licked the last drop. I moved close to kiss her, but she raised her hand in refusal.
"You'll get yourself all sticky," Sandra explained, and it was true. The whole front of her nightgown was soaked.
"We better get to class," I reminded her.
"Yeah, I guess you should," remarked Crystal.
Like a shot I turned to face her. Her expression, however, was difficult to read. Amused? Superior? Commanding?
Sandra clearly knew something was going on, but just as clearly didn't know what. "I hope you don't mind," she finally asked Crystal.
"Oh, no. Just keep in mind that Adam's life is, like, really complicated these days, and he might not be available the way you think."
Sandra looked at Crystal for a moment, and then at me. I looked at Sandra, and then at Crystal. Crystal, who'd already seen more of Sandra than she wanted, watched me the whole time. Then the bell rang and we all rushed pell-mell into English class.
Mr. Kent gave us a disapproving stare, but I don't think he marked us tardy. There were only three seats left, all in the back row, and somehow I ended up in the middle one.
Kent was wearing a long, red and white, pin-striped nightshirt. It had a tie string around the neck that he'd knotted in a large, precise bow. He was wearing some slippers, too, which I don't think he really wore to bed. But a lot of people were doing that; Sandra, for example, was wearing a pair of black high heels.
Anais Nin seemed like the least of my worries that day, except that I had an essay due Monday. I tried to pay attention and join the discussions -- I really did -- but it was tough sitting there between Crystal and Sandra, and having the two of them watch me back. Especially with the scent rising from Sandra. My scent.
When class was over, Sandra looked uncertainly at both me and Crystal. Unfortunately, neither of us felt sure enough to provide Sandra an explanation. Finally, she just shook her head, wished us a good weekend, and headed out. It was really quite a nightgown.
Then, my PDA and Crystal's simultaneously beeped to indicate a new message. Together we opened our messages, and together we groaned. The messages said:
Greetings from the Principal:
Congratulations! The Naked in School Selection Committee has selected you for participation in The Program next week. The Committee believes this will teach you:
To be comfortable and confident about your body.
To address your sexuality in a healthy and positive way.
To participate freely in a liberal and open society.
To begin this activity, please report to the south end of the new gym at 8:15 AM Monday. There you'll receive final instructions and surrender any clothing you may be wearing.
In compensation for this week-long activity, you will receive.
5 Participation Points for participation in The Program during regular school hours...
5 additional Participation Points (10 total) if you also participate under Program rules in five off-hours school events during the week.
5 additional Participation Points (15 total) if you also remain under Program rules 24 hours per day during the entire week.
Please remember that you must earn 30 participation points to graduate or advance, and that 15 of these points must come from The Program.
Have an enjoyable and productive week.
Meagan Halloway
Principal, Bald Mountain High School
"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" Crystal asked. My misery seemed to amuse her.
"I'm in The Program next week!"
"Yeah, me too. So what? It's not gonna be that much different from this week."
"I hated going around naked this week."
"You don't look it."
"Very funny. I don't think this is a coincidence. Do you?"
We stared at each other for a brief moment, then Crystal uttered one word, "Nadia."
"Teah," I added.
Suddenly, neither of us could get to lunch fast enough. So much for past wounds.
Lunch
Ben, Dan, and Teah were already at our table when we arrived. Ben was wearing a long bulky nightshirt, and Dan was in gym shorts. Teah wore a short pink fitted t-shirt imprinted with the words, "My other bottoms are Calvins." All three were staring into space.
"What's up, guys?" I asked.
Teah was the only one who spoke. "We're all in The Program," she explained.
"Us too," I commiserated.
"Ben and Dan think it's all my fault," Teah continued. "But all I did was turn in those cards without dates, like we agreed."
"Well, that was your idea," I reminded her. "There's no way of knowing if that sped things up, though. They might have picked us anyway."
"It sure didn't slow things down," Dan complained.
"It was fair, Dan. I checked," said Ben. "They picked the names by hand, not by computer, and none of the student aides had anything to do with it. They were all in class."
"Do you think if they picked one of us, they automatically took all of us?" asked Dan.
"I dunno, man; it was all off-line," said Ben. "Well, it was gonna come sometime. The news is gonna be out, that's all."
"What news?" Crystal asked.
"Never mind," urged Nadia, who'd just shown up with Vivian. Nadia was wearing a pair of navy blue tap pants and Vivian was in a serious funk.
"I take it you two are in The Program as well," said Teah.
"Minor shit," mumbled Vivian.
"Kaunadodo's is closing," explained Nadia. "That's why Kaunadodo didn't buy any advertising space on the Jeep."
Vivian shot Nadia a look that implied daggers. "Yeah, Viv, he told me yesterday during the day, and he specifically asked me not to tell you. He promised to tell you last night, though. That's what he did, right?"
"Yeah, he did," Vivian confirmed. "I guess he lost his lease. The landlord's gonna knock down the building and put up one of those new super salons. Go figure."
"Can't he just move?" Teah asked.
"Yeah, he's movin' al right. All the way back to Namibia. He's gonna open a taco joint in Windhoek. That's the capital."
"At least you'll have the money from the commercials," Nadia pointed out.
"Yeah, but I wanted to save that. And who knows if that whole gig is actually going to work out? I still think there's a catch in there somewhere."
"Save it for what?" Teah asked Vivian.
"College, as if," explained Vivian.
"Can't you get another job?" I asked.
"Yes, probably, but not for the same pay. Kaunadodo never paid squat but the tips were really good," Vivian explained.
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