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It started with Katie’s Official No-Underwear Dare and with
the impossibility of keeping a secret, especially when it has to
do with sex.
We all go to a private high school, you understand. It’s
really a very good school and at least it’s coed — I’d go crazy
in an all-girl school — but that’s balanced out by the stupid
uniforms we have to wear. I mean, we all groan about homework
and everything, but I like most of my teachers (most of the time)
and we also know that most of us are headed for top colleges
after we graduate next year, so the complaints are mostly just
for the record.
There’s also a strenuous athletic program in which all
students are required to participate. Mens sana in corpore sano,
and all that. Most of my close friends and I are on the girls’
varsity swimming team, and I also run track and play field
hockey.
I enjoy my classes and the sports I’m in — but those
uniforms! Scratchy pleated wool skirts in unimaginative blue
plaid, a white blouse with a plain collar, and black shoes
(preferably loafers) with dark socks. The boys wear dark slacks
and shoes, white shirts, and blue plaid ties to match our
skirts. (Somewhere in Scotland, there’s a tartan factory that’s
gotten rich off schools like mine.)
I guess the uniform thing is okay when you’re in, like,
Third Grade, but when you hit sixteen you begin to feel pretty
silly-looking. There’s one variable you can play with to some
extent, though: The length of your skirt. Take Katie, for
instance. At barely sixteen, she’s five-ten, with gorgeous long
legs. Being model-slender, her tits aren’t very big, so she
likes to show off her legs. She’s four inches taller than me but
waistband-to-hem her skirts are the same length as mine.
The more understanding teachers, men and women both, just
kind of smile when they see how short some of the girls wear
their skirts. That is, you can’t actually turn the stupid thing
into a micro-mini, but you can still show a lot of thigh.
The whole point of this hemline competition, of course, is
to tease the boys (and some of the younger teachers, I have to
admit). And don’t they know it! Guys have been trying to flip up
my skirt for years. I don’t really think much about it any more.
It’s pretty harmless and if the boy’s cute I might even let him
get away with it. It really bothers some girls, though, mostly
the shyer or prissier ones, and some of them even wear spandex
shorts under the plaid. I think that’s kind of paranoid, myself.
The boys don’t often try to “flip” Katie. She’s tall enough
and muscular enough from swimming and hockey to really clock any
guy who annoys her. But she always has boyfriends and there are
other guys she flirts with in class and at lunch just for fun, so
she’s very popular. In fact, she had kind of a crush on
Mr. Robbins last year in sophomore English and sat in the front
row all semester, giving him peeks up her skirt. He kept
looking, too, and it was hard to keep from laughing. Katie does
that kind of thing a lot.

One day when the fall term was nearly over, Katie wore a
skirt on which she had hiked the hem to the max — only a couple
of thin inches below her crotch. She hadn’t been on campus ten
minutes before a couple of the gang, including me, grabbed her
and yanked her into the powder room.
“Katie, you *can’t* wear that skirt!” I began.
“You’ll get suspended from school!” Jan chimed in.
“Expelled!” This from Annie.
“Arrested!” Jan again.
…and on and on. Katie’s only reaction was a superior
smile. “You’re all wrong. I dug out the Rule Book and it says
*nothing* about how much leg you can show. Only the minimum
length of the skirt itself.” We’d each received a copy of the
school’s official “Rules of Public and Private Deportment”
booklet when we started Sixth Grade and it was still the school
bible.
“But, Katie, they were thinking about *average*-sized girls,
you know that!” Jan was becoming exasperated. She worries about
everyone and everything. Worse than having your mother at
school, sometimes.
“It isn’t what they were thinking that counts, it’s what
they put down on paper. If I’m taller than they planned for, too
bad.” Did I mention Katie’s planning on going to law school?
Naturally, I was walking down the hall with Katie on the way
to First Period when Mr. Turner, the vice-principal, popped out
of his glass-walled office, eyes glued to the backs of her
thighs. Mr. Turner’s not a bad guy, really, for the school
Enforcer. He bends the rules a lot of the time, especially with
students who just mess up and are sorry for it. But he can be
tough as nails with the occasional serious discipline problem.
Of course, with what this school costs the parents, *those* kids
don’t last long here.
“Miss Morris, would you step into my office for a moment,
please? Rebecca, you can go on to class.” Katie raised an
eyebrow, flashed me a ‘don’t worry’ smile, and preceded
Mr. Turner through the door he was holding open for her. We had
plenty of time to get to First Period, so I loitered around the
water fountain for a few minutes. The explosion I was half
expecting never came, though.
Less than five minutes had passed when Katie came sweeping
out of the vice-principal’s office grinning ear-to-ear.
Mr. Turner, standing behind her with his hand on the door handle,
shook his head in bemusement.
“I had the rule already underlined in red in the book,” she
whispered. “If I’d smarted off, he would have got me for that.
But I was polite and respectful. I said he couldn’t change the
rules the Board had adopted, not if he was going to maintain his
image of playing fair. He said I was `testing the elasticity of
the system’, and to watch myself,” she added with a giggle.
Yeah, Katie was going to be a lawyer, all right. Maybe a
politician, too.
First Period was Mrs. Hooper for Economics. Katie sat
toward the back where Hooper couldn’t see her and slouched down
in her seat. She spent an amused fifty minutes opening and
closing her legs while all around her the boys kept dropping pens
and pencils and taking an unusually long time picking them up.
I asked Katie once how she could do such things. Didn’t she
have any shame? She seemed honestly bewildered. “What do I have
to be ashamed about? It’s not like I was charging for sex or
something. I’m not even giving it away for free. I just like to
flirt and so do the boys I flirt with. They know I’m teasing
them and that it’s all a game. I mean, they *know* I’m not some
kind of slut, Rebecca. I’m not an easy lay and you know it. In
fact, I’m still a virgin, just like you. But I’m certainly not
ashamed of my body — and you’re *way* too up-tight!” I finally
had to apologize. Katie was just being Katie.
She was also probably right about me being up-tight. I
wished I *wasn’t* so easily embarrassed. I’m just one of those
girls who blushes bright red when I see the cover of PLAYBOY on
the newsstand. I’ve made out with several boys and enjoyed it a
lot. But that was in private and in the dark, usually. Even the
one-piece swim suit I wear to the beach is only slightly less
conservative than our competition tank suits. But it still makes
me selfconscious because of its low scoop-back and high-cut legs.
I bought it in a fit of self-criticism after most of my friends
bought skimpy little bikinis, and it was too expensive not to
wear.
Second Period was Mr. Allenby’s American Lit class. The
girls all think he’s kind of a fox. He has this romantically
world-weary face even though he’s only about thirty, as if he’d
seen the whole world and wasn’t impressed. He keeps in really
good shape, too. The girls sometimes spend their lunch period in
the stands at the playing field, watching Allenby do his mid-day
wind sprints. And he’s single. So it’s no surprise Katie was
again sitting in the front row — just as she has in all her
English classes that are taught by men. She says it’s her
romantic soul. I think it’s hormones.
I’ve always made good grades in English, so I also sat in
Allenby’s front row. And I watched while Katie waved her knees
back and forth the whole period and Mr. Allenby kept stumbling
over Walt Whitman. Giggling in class would have been very
uncool, but it was a struggle. Some of the boys obviously knew
what Katie was up to and at least one was biting down on his
knuckle to keep from laughing out loud.
Those were the only two classes I had with Katie that term
but I heard things from other girls that afternoon. “Katie
flashed Mr. Hamill in Chemistry! Gave him a good look at her
underwear and everything!” Like that.
So I nabbed her again in the girls’ bathroom between Fifth
and Sixth Periods. Jan and Annie (having been corrupted by
Katie, I didn’t doubt) were trying to establish how short a
minimum- length skirt would be on themselves. They weren’t tall
enough, though, so it wouldn’t have been anything dramatic.
“Oh, Katie, how can a sixteen-year-old be so degenerate?” I
said in despair. (I despair a lot.)
“I’m not degenerate, Rebecca — I’m liberated,” she replied
indignantly. “And you sound like a preacher.”
Then Jan gave up, hurried into a stall, and slammed the
door. She tends to drink too much coke at lunch and she has the
smallest-capacity bladder in the school. “Katie,” she said
loudly over the partition, “I dug out the Rule Book and checked.
You’re right, the skirt thing is pretty vague. But *I* wouldn’t
get that kind of attention; I’m only five-two.” Jan talks
prudish sometimes but she envies Katie her bold and adventurous
spirit. So do most of us, for that matter, though we don’t like
to admit it.
Katie was touching up her eye liner as Jan opened the stall
door with a great sigh of relief that made the rest of us laugh.
Katie glanced around to make sure there was no one in the
bathroom she couldn’t trust. “I’ve been thinking about that, you
guys. I’m the only one having any fun around here. Anybody else
want to get into the game?”
Annie wandered over to listen. Katie looked at me
challengingly and I stopped brushing my hair and paid attention
as she dug out her annotated copy of the Rule Book.
“There’s something else it doesn’t say in here,” she
confided. “There’s not a word about having to wear underwear.”
“Katie!” Annie was horrified. She was one of the bikini
girls and she’s certainly no prude, but this was way too much
even for her. “It doesn’t say you shouldn’t jump off the
building, either! They left out lots of obvious things that no
sane person should have to be told.”
“Besides, they’d just get you on a general `public
disturbance’ rap,” Jan added practically as she came out of the
stall.
Katie’s eyes were twinkling. “Oh, I know that. But I was
just thinking: Wouldn’t it be fun to go without panties for just
one day? We could really freak out the boys. And a few of the
teachers, if we’re careful.”
I shook my head. “It’ll never work. For one thing, we’d
get caught and suspended. For another, we’re all too chicken. I
mean, *you* can get away with stuff like that. God know how, but
you always could. But *we* can’t.” Annie and Jan were nodding
in agreement.
“Okay. Then I’ll have to escalate this.”
Annie looked horrified again (she’s good at that) as she
realized what Katie was about to do. “No! Katie, don’t say it!
Don’t even think it! You’ll just spoil things and break up the
gang!”
“Nope — this is the next step, ladies. I’m calling an
Official Dare.”

Daring dated back to Fourth Grade, when “the gang” had a
slightly different makeup. Toni Hamilton was sort of the leader
back then. Her father had money and spent plenty of it on her,
to go places and buy things. She was never selfish about it and
always invited her girlfriends along. But Toni was also the
daredevil of the bunch and she dared us into doing all sorts of
things against our better judgment. Like padding our training
bras. And wrapping the oak trees in the Girl Scout leader’s
front yard in miles of toilet paper just before a big
thunderstorm.
After Toni’s father moved to another city the next year to
be president of some company, the group of us who hung out
together established the rules for Daring. It had to be
something major, preferably something no one in the gang had ever
done before. It couldn’t be illegal (no shoplifting contests,
for instance). And it couldn’t be physically hazardous. There
was also a general understanding that a proper Dare should focus
on growing up, on becoming adult women.
Originally, Toni would threaten to exclude from her next
shopping trip or outing anyone who refused a Dare that the others
accepted. She probably wouldn’t have carried through with her
threat because she was just too kindhearted to hurt one of her
buddies’ feelings, but we never found out because no one ever
refused her. Nor had anyone refused an Official Dare in six
years. It had become almost a holy duty to go along with the
gang on whatever escapade someone thought up and the others
agreed to.
It *was* exciting, I have to admit. And it was much easier
to do something you were nervous or shy about as part of a group
of girls rather than being alone. Now, standing there in the
girls’ bathroom, we all looked at each other, wondering if Katie
had gone too far. She seemed to realize the danger, too.
“Look, you guys, this is a necessity! None of you ever
takes chances any more. You’ve all had things too easy for far
too long. You have no sense of adventure. Jeez, you’d think I
was daring you to screw five guys by tomorrow night and produce a
teacupful of jism.” Katie seemed to have screwing on her mind
today. In that regard, she wasn’t any different, really, from
any of the rest of us on practically *any* given day. And maybe
she was right.
“Katie… what exactly would this entail? And for how
long?” Everyone’s attention locked on me and my tall friend was
obviously relieved.
“Hmmm. I’ll make it easy: No panties or underwear of any
kind between arrival at school and departure in the afternoon.
Uh — none of you are about to have your periods, are you?”
Glances at each other and shakes of the head. “Good. We’ll do
it this Friday — and nobody stays out sick that day unless you
really are. And everyone has to prove to anyone else in the
group — on demand — that they really are bare-assed, right?”
I grinned. “Naturally. But no one has to say *anything*
about this to anyone else.”
“Naturally. This is a *private* public thing.” She grinned
back and glanced around. Jan seemed doubtful but tempted. Then
she began whispering to Annie, who was the most stubborn and
(relatively) the most conservative of the group.
I nudged Katie. “What about Mary Ruth? She has to be part
of this. It’s going to frighten the pee out of her, but she’ll
never forgive us if she gets left out.”
“Yeah. We’ll catch her after Sixth Period before she leaves
school.”
“You know, if any of the boys find out, we’re all going to
be `flipped,'” Jan pointed out.
“Well, it’ll just have to be up to each one of us how much
the boys *do* find out, won’t it?” Katie was reckless enough
that by the end of Friday everyone in the school would know what
*her* ass looked like, I thought. But there was a certain boy in
my Sociology class who might also be in for a surprise…. A boy
whose attention I’d been trying to get for several months.

We caught up with Mary Ruth on the way out to the parking
lot and explained the terms of the Dare to her.
“You two aren’t putting me on, are you?” Mary Ruth was the
most suspicious of the bunch.
“We might pull your leg about a lot of things, but never an
Official Dare,” Katie said seriously and crossed her heart.
Then Mary Ruth surprised us. “Well, I hardly ever wear
panties with slacks or jeans anyway,” she said with a smile. “I
hate panty lines and I’ve got good butt muscles so I can get away
with it.” Mary Ruth did have more curves at sixteen than the
rest of us. She’d been the first to get a bra because she
actually needed it and now she was just this side of “meaty,”
with flaring hips and emphatic tits and a narrow waist that
accentuated everything else. An earthmother-in-training. Being
bare to the world didn’t seem to worry her at all, as long as the
rest of us were doing it, too.

Katie had a red Miata, a birthday present from her father
for being in the top two percent of her class academically. She
liked to race madly around in it and she was always willing to
give lifts to her friends, so I was riding to school with her
most days. (My father could easily have afforded a sports car
for me, but it went against his Calvinist principles, so I drove
a beat-up old sedan that I’d saved up for for two years.)
When we climbed into the low seats, Katie scooted forward
and her red bikinis were instantly revealed — a brighter shade
than her car, even. I looked at her flaming crotch and then at
her face. The realization had just struck me.
“You’re going panty-less in *that* skirt, aren’t you?”
A slow, innocent smile appeared as she rocketed out of the
lot. “Why would you think that, Rebecca? Why would I take such
a risk?”
“Why, indeed?” I replied with a sigh and closed my eyes so I
wouldn’t have to watch the other cars trying to stay out of her
way.

Friday morning, Katie and I both removed our panties in the
car and locked them in the glove compartment. Then the five of
us met in the restroom before class for show-and-tell. Jan was
wearing a longer skirt than usual, but Annie and Mary Ruth and I
had made no changes; our skirts stopped at mid-thigh, as always.
Katie, of course, wore her ultrashort “troublemaker” skirt, which
surprised no one.
Katie motioned us into a circle and counted down from three.
At “Blast off!” we all raised our skirts high to demonstrate our
nakedness. Oddly, we all stood there for half a minute, plaid
wool gathered around our waists, and studied each others’
genitals. Jan was a natural blonde and her pubic hair was fine
and sparse against her tan, exposing the top of her slit. Annie
was the opposite, with thick, very black hair and a porcelain
complexion; her dark, curly patch was neatly trimmed and groomed.
Mary Ruth cocked her hip and grinned as we all stared at her
crotch: She’d gone radical and shaved her pussy completely. That
little-girl touch, combined with her natural earthiness, was
especially sexy. Katie’s narrow hips made the rectangular lawn
above her slit even more prominent. She also has a clit that
just won’t stay indoors and we could see it peeking out between
the folds. I don’t think of my own “safe haven” as unusual at
all — I don’t even trim it very much — but I decided I could
hold my own in this crowd. I wondered if I was already blushing,
just by reflex.
Katie lowered her skirt, which concealed her goodies with
maybe an inch to spare. “Well, ladies — and today I use the
term loosely — let’s go out there and see what happens!”
In Hooper’s Economics class, Katie sat in the very last row,
chair pushed up against the wall. Glancing back at her
unobtrusively, I saw that she had hooked a heel over the chair
rung so one knee was several inches higher than the other. When
she spread her legs even a little bit, it was pretty obvious what
she wasn’t wearing. Instead of the usual gleeful smirks, the
boys around her all seemed stunned. They whispered urgently to
each other and craned their necks and licked their lips. Katie
pretended to ignore them, a faint smile the only indication that
she knew what sort of spectacle she was providing.
I saw one of the boys pass her a note. She glanced toward
the front of the room, then read the note and tried
unsuccessfully to smother a grin. Nonchalantly, she shifted
position until her kneecaps were aimed straight at the
note-passer. Then, as I goggled at her insane nerve, she spread
her knees a foot apart for a long count of ten. Her target
stared openmouthed and I wondered if his erection would keep him
trapped in his seat when the bell rang.
A girl nearby turned her head at the strange, restless
throat-clearing in the back of the room and did a double-take.
She stared as hard as the boys, more intrigued than horrified, it
seemed. I didn’t really know her, but she had a reputation for
taking long showers in gym and for wandering nearly naked around
the locker room, chatting with her classmates while they were
changing. We kind of wondered about her sometimes, but I doubted
she was going to blow the whistle.
Strangely, I hadn’t felt much different without panties
until that moment. Then, suddenly, I was very aware of the wool
tickling my butt and of the increasing moistness between my legs.
I fantasized about hiking my skirt up and burying a finger or
two, and wondered if I would make it to the end of the day
without a public orgasm.
In the front row of Mr. Allenby’s class, Katie was more
careful, keeping her knees level and parting them only a little,
and only when Allenby was looking directly at her. The light was
so good and her skirt so short, I knew he had a clear view right
up her fallopian tubes.
He usually stayed in one spot, leaning on the lectern as he
talked, but this morning he abruptly decided to ramble. Maybe
Katie’s uncovered twat was too much for him. When he paused in
front of my seat, at what he probably thought was the “safe” end
of the front row, I took a chance without even thinking.
Scooting my hips forward in an unaccustomed slouch, I raised one
knee and spread my thighs. Allenby looked up my skirt,
hesitated, and stared me in the eye with a very confused
expression. I winked at him but never cracked a smile. The poor
man sat back against his desk and looked faint. He finally made
it back to the lectern, where he studied the lighting fixtures as
he talked for the rest of the period.
Katie and I giggled in the hall after class. “I can’t
believe you did that, Rebecca!”
“I’ve been hanging around you too long!”
“So, tell: What did your first flash feel like?”
“Well, kind of sexy,” I admitted. “And I felt kind of
powerful.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that, too. Of course, if you flash the
wrong person at the wrong time, you could get into a bad
situation, kid.”
“I’ll just have to be careful, then.” I looked around but
no one was eavesdropping. “It’s really strange. I don’t think
panties make that much physical difference… but I’m more aware
of myself right now than usual, that’s for sure. It must be
psychological.”
She gave me a look. “Don’t overanalyze, Rebecca. This is
supposed to be a thrill thing. Just enjoy it.”
“Oh, I am, I am!” She giggled again at my expression.

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THE DARE
by Michael K. Smith
Section A
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n class?”
“Yeah, sure did. I haven’t checked yet, but since I was
painting with crimson at the time, my box probably looks like a
baboon’s.”
Annie spoke up. “Guys, there’s one thing all of us forgot
about: Gym.”
Jan looked startled and muttered, “oh, shit.” That hadn’t
occurred to me, either. How to explain the lack of underwear in
the locker room? Annie was the only one of us with morning P.E.
“So, how did you handle it?” I wanted to know.
“Oh, I just pulled my gym shorts up and *then* took off my
skirt. I’ve noticed a few of the `bashful flowers’ doing that,
so nobody paid any attention.”
“I don’t think I’ll bother to hide it,” Katie said
thoughtfully. Naturally. But she didn’t have Gym until last
period anyway and sometimes didn’t shower until she got home
because she liked to be first out of the parking lot. So it
probably wouldn’t matter.
Jan’s morning had been less eventful, except that she’d had
to make more trips to the bathroom than usual. She’d gotten so
horny just *imagining* people knew she wasn’t wearing panties,
she’d had to jack off twice. Mary Ruth’s bare and cavernous cunt
had caused her some additional concern. In Home Ec, she’d
actually stuffed three cotton balls into herself, she was
dripping so much from arousal.

My Sociology teacher, Mr. Irons, was the oldest teacher
around. He was more or less alive but he never noticed who sat
where, so we migrated around the room as we chose — practicing
the social dynamics Irons was supposed to be lecturing about.
Today, I grabbed the chair at Charlie Harker’s right so I could
swivel around to the left if I wanted to. He was going to notice
me or else.
Twenty minutes into the lecture, Irons was doing his
trademark unfocused drone and most of the class was ignoring him.
Charlie was drawing little doodles in his notebook. I raised
myself off the seat a little and slowly eased my skirt an inch
higher. Then I turned ninety degrees to face Charlie. The girl
behind me was dozing (Mr. Irons right after a big lunch was
deadly) and no one else was watching. I took a deep breath; what
I was about to do was completely unlike me, but a couple of
covert glances at Charlie helped me make up my mind.
Charlie Harker was about six feet tall, wide in the
shoulders, and narrow in the waist. His eyes were brilliant blue
and his hair was short and very black. He had big hands and
long, tapering fingers, and I’d heard him beat a piano keyboard
into submission at more than one party. He was also captain of
the boys’ varsity swimming team and just remembering what he
looked like in a swim suit gave me palpitations. He was
unarguably gorgeous. And he didn’t have a steady girlfriend.
I stuck out my foot and quietly tapped Charlie’s chair leg.
He glanced over and I gave him the warmest smile I could muster.
He blinked and smiled back kind of absently. I leaned back
farther, propped a foot on the chair rung as I’d seen Katie do,
and eased my skirt even higher. He blinked again, looked at the
gap between my knees … then looked again much harder and seemed
to wake up.
“Rebecca, what are you doing?” he demanded under his breath.
“It’s called `vamping,'” I hissed back. “I’m trying to get
your attention.”
He gave me a peculiar look. “You succeeded. You’re a
strange girl, Rebecca.”
“Why don’t you ask me out?” I replied. “I could be even
stranger. You never know.”
“I don’t think so. Why don’t you stop this? You’re
embarrassing yourself.”
I popped open the top button of my blouse and he blinked
again. “How about if I just take off *all* my clothes?”
He looked quickly around but there was no place he could
escape to. “Rebecca! You’d better stop, or—”
“Or what? You’ll scream for help?” I tapped the next
button with my fingernail. The tiny *click* *click* actually
made him flinch. What was wrong with this guy? What was wrong
with me?
“We’ll talk later,” he said and turned away resolutely. And
he totally ignored me for the rest of the period.

On the way upstairs for math the next period, I ran into
Annie coming down. She seemed flushed and kind of excited. I
stopped her on the landing and said in a significant tone, “How’s
it going?”
She grinned. “I thought this would be scary but it’s really
kind of exciting!” she replied in a low tone.
Without taking my eyes off her face, I said casually, “You
know, don’t you, that there’s a couple of freshman boys down
there looking up our skirts?” Her grin disappeared and she
shifted her weight as if to move away. She hesitated and flicked
a glance downward. Then she winked and managed to drop one of
her books. When she half-crouched and half-bent to retrieve it,
her back to the railing, I heard an audible gasp from below. I
wondered if the lurking freshmen had wet their pants. When I
looked down, one of them had his mouth open so wide I could have
dropped my purse into it without touching the sides. I was
beginning to realize what Katie meant about “power.”
Math was kind of boring. Mrs. McKelvy wasn’t the sort of
person you could wiggle your bare ass at, and we also had to sit
alphabetically — which happened to put me in the middle of a
bunch of other girls. I glanced around and saw a couple of them
eyeing me curiously; they obviously suspected something was going
on but didn’t know just what. None of my buddies were there to
trade secret smiles with so I just sat and doodled Charlie’s name
(entwined with red hearts) in my notebook and kept my legs
together while I waited for the period to end.
Jan’s Fifth Period class had been next door so she met me in
the hall and we adjourned to the girls’ bathroom, as we did
everyday at this time. Katie and Mary Ruth were already there,
looking smug, and Jan showed up a few seconds later.
Katie checked the stalls quickly and then murmured,
“Everyone still bare?” She flipped her skirt up in front to
prove *she* was, anyway, and the rest of us giggled and followed
suit.
“I sure seem to be dropping a lot of books on the stairs
today,” Annie said thoughtfully. “Twice just on the way in
here.” The rest of us cracked up.
” I think the boys in Government have figured out the Dare,”
Mary Ruth reported. “They kept staring at my crotch and I
finally had to excuse myself and duck into the toilet so I could
get myself off. I’ve *never* gotten that overheated in school
before!” God, I thought, she’s getting to be like Jan.
“What about you, Rebecca?” Katie asked with a grin.
“Anything unusual to report?”
“Well, I gave Charlie Harker an eyeful but I think it just
pissed him off. I thought this no-panties stunt would get his
attention for sure.”
Jan shrugged. “Maybe he’s gay or something….”
That really made me mad — I wasn’t sure why. I spun around
so quick, Jan jumped back out of reach with a startled look.
“Don’t you say that! Charlie’s not gay!” How could they think
such a thing? “I’m going to get to him one way or another before
I leave this building today! I swear I am!” I glared around at
my friends.

Section B

We compared notes with the others in the lunchroom. “I had
a little adventure in Art this morning,” Mary Ruth said smugly.
“I was sitting on one of the tall stools, working on a
watercolor, and I started to feel kind of, um… hot. I wanted
to sit on my fingers but I couldn’t, of course. But that paint
brush had a *very* long handle….”
“You didn’t!” Jan squealed and we shushed her. “You got
yourself off with a paintbrush? In class?”
“Yeah, sure did. I haven’t checked yet, but since I was
painting with crimson at the time, my box probably looks like a
baboon’s.”
Annie spoke up. “Guys, there’s one thing all of us forgot
about: Gym.”
Jan looked startled and muttered, “oh, shit.” That hadn’t
occurred to me, either. How to explain the lack of underwear in
the locker room? Annie was the only one of us with morning P.E.
“So, how did you handle it?” I wanted to know.
“Oh, I just pulled my gym shorts up and *then* took off my
skirt. I’ve noticed a few of the `bashful flowers’ doing that,
so nobody paid any attention.”
“I don’t think I’ll bother to hide it,” Katie said
thoughtfully. Naturally. But she didn’t have Gym until last
period anyway and sometimes didn’t shower until she got home
because she liked to be first out of the parking lot. So it
probably wouldn’t matter.
Jan’s morning had been less eventful, except that she’d had
to make more trips to the bathroom than usual. She’d gotten so
horny just *imagining* people knew she wasn’t wearing panties,
she’d had to jack off twice. Mary Ruth’s bare and cavernous cunt
had caused her some additional concern. In Home Ec, she’d
actually stuffed three cotton balls into herself, she was
dripping so much from arousal.

My Sociology teacher, Mr. Irons, was the oldest teacher
around. He was more or less alive but he never noticed who sat
where, so we migrated around the room as we chose — practicing
the social dynamics Irons was supposed to be lecturing about.
Today, I grabbed the chair at Charlie Harker’s right so I could
swivel around to the left if I wanted to. He was going to notice
me or else.
Twenty minutes into the lecture, Irons was doing his
trademark unfocused drone and most of the class was ignoring him.
Charlie was drawing little doodles in his notebook. I raised
myself off the seat a little and slowly eased my skirt an inch
higher. Then I turned ninety degrees to face Charlie. The girl
behind me was dozing (Mr. Irons right after a big lunch was
deadly) and no one else was watching. I took a deep breath; what
I was about to do was completely unlike me, but a couple of
covert glances at Charlie helped me make up my mind.
Charlie Harker was about six feet tall, wide in the
shoulders, and narrow in the waist. His eyes were brilliant blue
and his hair was short and very black. He had big hands and
long, tapering fingers, and I’d heard him beat a piano keyboard
into submission at more than one party. He was also captain of
the boys’ varsity swimming team and just remembering what he
looked like in a swim suit gave me palpitations. He was
unarguably gorgeous. And he didn’t have a steady girlfriend.
I stuck out my foot and quietly tapped Charlie’s chair leg.
He glanced over and I gave him the warmest smile I could muster.
He blinked and smiled back kind of absently. I leaned back
farther, propped a foot on the chair rung as I’d seen Katie do,
and eased my skirt even higher. He blinked again, looked at the
gap between my knees … then looked again much harder and seemed
to wake up.
“Rebecca, what are you doing?” he demanded under his breath.
“It’s called `vamping,'” I hissed back. “I’m trying to get
your attention.”
He gave me a peculiar look. “You succeeded. You’re a
strange girl, Rebecca.”
“Why don’t you ask me out?” I replied. “I could be even
stranger. You never know.”
“I don’t think so. Why don’t you stop this? You’re
embarrassing yourself.”
I popped open the top button of my blouse and he blinked
again. “How about if I just take off *all* my clothes?”
He looked quickly around but there was no place he could
escape to. “Rebecca! You’d better stop, or—”
“Or what? You’ll scream for help?” I tapped the next
button with my fingernail. The tiny *click* *click* actually
made him flinch. What was wrong with this guy? What was wrong
with me?
“We’ll talk later,” he said and turned away resolutely. And
he totally ignored me for the rest of the period.

On the way upstairs for math the next period, I ran into
Annie coming down. She seemed flushed and kind of excited. I
stopped her on the landing and said in a significant tone, “How’s
it going?”
She grinned. “I thought this would be scary but it’s really
kind of exciting!” she replied in a low tone.
Without taking my eyes off her face, I said casually, “You
know, don’t you, that there’s a couple of freshman boys down
there looking up our skirts?” Her grin disappeared and she
shifted her weight as if to move away. She hesitated and flicked
a glance downward. Then she winked and managed to drop one of
her books. When she half-crouched and half-bent to retrieve it,
her back to the railing, I heard an audible gasp from below. I
wondered if the lurking freshmen had wet their pants. When I
looked down, one of them had his mouth open so wide I could have
dropped my purse into it without touching the sides. I was
beginning to realize what Katie meant about “power.”
Math was kind of boring. Mrs. McKelvy wasn’t the sort of
person you could wiggle your bare ass at, and we also had to sit
alphabetically — which happened to put me in the middle of a
bunch of other girls. I glanced around and saw a couple of them
eyeing me curiously; they obviously suspected something was going
on but didn’t know just what. None of my buddies were there to
trade secret smiles with so I just sat and doodled Charlie’s name
(entwined with red hearts) in my notebook and kept my legs
together while I waited for the period to end.
Jan’s Fifth Period class had been next door so she met me in
the hall and we adjourned to the girls’ bathroom, as we did
everyday at this time. Katie and Mary Ruth were already there,
looking smug, and Jan showed up a few seconds later.
Katie checked the stalls quickly and then murmured,
“Everyone still bare?” She flipped her skirt up in front to
prove *she* was, anyway, and the rest of us giggled and followed
suit.
“I sure seem to be dropping a lot of books on the stairs
today,” Annie said thoughtfully. “Twice just on the way in
here.” The rest of us cracked up.
” I think the boys in Government have figured out the Dare,”
Mary Ruth reported. “They kept staring at my crotch and I
finally had to excuse myself and duck into the toilet so I could
get myself off. I’ve *never* gotten that overheated in school
before!” God, I thought, she’s getting to be like Jan.
“What about you, Rebecca?” Katie asked with a grin.
“Anything unusual to report?”
“Well, I gave Charlie Harker an eyeful but I think it just
pissed him off. I thought this no-panties stunt would get his
attention for sure.”
Jan shrugged. “Maybe he’s gay or something….”
That really made me mad — I wasn’t sure why. I spun around
so quick, Jan jumped back out of reach with a startled look.
“Don’t you say that! Charlie’s not gay!” How could they think
such a thing? “I’m going to get to him one way or another before
I leave this building today! I swear I am!” I glared around at
my friends.
Katie made “there, there” motions with her hands. “She
didn’t mean anything by it, Rebecca. Nobody thinks Charlie’s
gay. Just calm down, okay?” I let myself be soothed and
wondered why I’d flared up like that in defense of Charlie’s
heterosexuality. Maybe I was secretly afraid he really was gay.
That would take me off the hook but it would also mean Charlie
was beyond reach of my wiles. And I wanted Charlie so bad, it
kept me awake at night. But he was targeted now: I’d just
committed myself to my mission in front of all my friends. That
boy wouldn’t know what hit him.

I happened to know that Charlie worked in the Journalism
office during Sixth Period and he often stayed an hour or so
late, working on a story. Well… truthfully, I didn’t just
“happen” to know. I’d stealthily followed him a few times.
So I hurried out of my last period Health class, where an
embarrassed Mrs. Collins was trying to deal with “Friday Question
Time.” The idea was for students to bring in anonymous written
questions they were too shy to ask out loud. Then there’d be an
open discussion. But the students always put a lot of thought
into concocting questions that would lead Mrs. Collins right
into deep water.
Ninety seconds later, I was peeking through the window in
the Journalism office door. Charlie was still in there, all
right, and he seemed to be alone. He was hunched over a mousepad
and staring at a monitor, probably trying to fit in a story that
was too long.
How much longer would he be staying, though, on a Friday?
The building had emptied even faster than usual, with most of the
kids hurrying home to get ready for dates. Did Charlie have a
date later? I hoped Katie wouldn’t get mad at me for making her
wait in the parking lot. After about ten minutes, Charlie still
didn’t seem ready to quit for the day and I hadn’t seen another
soul, so I took a deep breath and quietly opened the door. I
slipped in and turned the inside deadbolt as silently as I could
with my hands shaking the way they were. I slowly pulled the
shade down over the window and Charlie looked up at the sudden
change in the lighting.
“Hi, Charlie,” I said softly as I walked over to the desk
where he was working.
“Rebecca? What are you doing in here?” He glanced at his
wristwatch. “Why are you still at school at all?” He swiveled
his chair around and frowned at me.
“You said we were going to talk later, remember?” I was
shaking with nervous tension as I moved up so close he had to
lean back in his chair. What if he just laughed and told me to
go home? I mean, I was a junior and he was a senior; maybe that
made a difference to him. I put one hand carefully on his
shoulder and prayed he wouldn’t get angry and shake it off.
But he didn’t. He just sat there with his elbows resting on
the arms of his chair, staring at me. He had every right to. I
didn’t make a habit of coming on to guys, not seriously, and this
was the second time I’d done it to him in a single day.
“Don’t you like me, Charlie…?” I put my other hand on his
other shoulder and leaned my knees against his.
He swallowed and began to look uneasy. “Sure, I like you,
Rebecca. But I don’t think–”
“I like you a *lot*, Charlie.” I heard the huskiness in my
own voice and I knew he could feel the trembling through my
hands. “Don’t you want to touch me?” I reached down, took his
hands in mine, and set them on my hips. He seemed kind of
stunned as I stared deep into his eyes.
“Move your hands down, Charlie. C’mon — do it.” And he
did, letting those long fingers trail downward to my thighs. He
paused and swallowed again, and his big hands began moving back
up, under my skirt this time. Little thrill bumps popped out all
over my legs as his hands encircled my thighs just below my
crotch. My nipples tightened up and all their nerve endings
switched on HIGH. I leaned my hips forward a little more and
Charlie’s thumbs slid up to the bottom edge of my pussy.
I moaned a little. I couldn’t help it. And that sound
seemed to jolt Charlie out of his mental paralysis. He stood up
so suddenly I almost fell over backward. His hands clutched my
arms and the way those deep blue eyes glimmered down at me, I
couldn’t breathe.
“What do you want from me, Rebecca? Why are you doing
this?” He shook me a little for emphasis. Ordinarily, I
probably would have been frightened, but not now.
“You know what I want,” I replied. “And you know what you
want to do, too, don’t you, Charlie?” I pulled loose of his grip
and slipped my arms up and around his neck, pulling his face down
within reach. At the last moment, he regained the initiative and
kissed me first. My knees went weak from the jolt of electricity
that shot through me. I remembered studying spark gaps in
science class and wondered if that was what was happening between
my legs. And I was *very* aware of the twitching of his penis
against my stomach.
He kissed me so hard I thought my teeth were going to bend.
“Why are you doing this?” he moaned again, even as his hands were
hiking up the back of my skirt and then squeezing my bare butt
like a couple of grapefruits.

I have to confess something here: Not only was I a virgin,
I’d never even gone this far with a boy before. I’d wanted to
but I’d always managed to stay in control, afraid that if I
continued whatever it was I was doing, I’d get my ticket punched
for sure. And I figured I’d regret it later, in the cool light
of reason.
This time, I wasn’t so sure I cared — not while Charlie’s
long middle finger was stroking the cleft between my ass cheeks
like that. Did I want to quit being a virgin? I knew how to do
it, in theory. I’d even watched an adult X-rated film that Katie
had somehow gotten hold of the previous summer. And some of what
I’d seen in the film came back to me.
I kissed Charlie again but let my hands fall down between
us. I stroked his thick, rigid cock through the front of his
pants and was surprised (and a little scared) at how large it
seemed to be. Would it even fit in me if we got that far? One
step at a time, Rebecca!
Charlie went sort of rigid and still when I started sliding
down his zipper. “Rebecca…?” he said in a low, warning tone.
It was like I was turning the key that opened the lion’s cage but
I managed it without too much fumbling. I had touched exactly
two penises in my life, neither of them as large and threatening
as this one. And I’d certainly never been the aggressor like
this.
As Charlie’s cock pushed its way out of its confinement, I
swallowed and then put both hands around it and looked up into
Charlie’s eyes again. His lips were parted a little and his eyes
were half-closed, and he stood very still. I wondered what would
happen if I chickened out and immediately tucked that monster
back in its hiding place again. Well, I’d have an immediate
reputation as a “tease,” for one thing. And I certainly would
mess up the only chance I probably would ever have to put my
female power to work on Charlie Harker.
So I slid my hands lightly up and down a little — I’d done
*that* before — and I thought again about what I’d seen in that
adult film. What I had in mind didn’t seem too difficult when
I’d watched those actresses doing it; they’d even seemed to enjoy
it, even if they were acting. And I was sure Charlie kept
himself nice and clean.
I took another deep breath as I knelt in front of this
gorgeous guy I seemed to have trapped. He rested his hands on
top of my head and let his fingers sift slowly through my hair.
It gave me chills, and courage. His cock was completely stiff,
now, like a big pinkish salami, but softer to the touch. I held
it in my hands like a big lollypop and stuck out my tongue, just
touching it at first, then licking the underside of the flared
head.
It didn’t taste nasty or anything and I wondered why some
girls made such a big deal about oral sex. That question was
answered a few seconds later when I rather timidly opened my
mouth wide and took in the whole head of Charlie’s penis. I
squeezed my lips around it and brushed the tip of my tongue back
and forth across the little hole. He quivered and tightened his
grip on my hair, and leaned forward a little too far. I couldn’t
draw back and suddenly my mouth was full of warm cock and I was
on the edge of panic. I had flashes of choking to death; how
would they ever explain to my parents how their daughter died? I
managed to make an urgent *ummmpph* sound.
Charlie immediately loosened his hold and withdrew almost
entirely from my mouth. “Sorry,” he muttered hoarsely. “Sorry,
Rebecca.” He hadn’t been able to control himself for a moment
there — Charlie Harker, who *never* lost his cool. Yeah, this
was power, all right.
I tried it again, this time gripping the base of his cock
firmly with one hand and lightly cradling his balls in my other.
I was amazed how soft and cuddly they felt — and how vulnerable
they were, too. I began moving my mouth up and down and swabbing
my tongue around everywhere.
I stopped worrying about gagging and found I was actually
enjoying myself. More than that, I was thinking about where this
big piece of live meat was really intended to go and it was
giving me tingly feelings between my legs. I wanted to stick one
hand up under my skirt and stroke my little bud but I couldn’t do
it in front of Charlie… even though I was kneeling here with
his cock in my mouth.
I went up and down the length of his penis, first sucking on
the head, then trying to gobble up as much of the shaft as I
could, then letting it pop out so I could stick my tongue out and
lick it all over. And after a few minutes, poor Charlie was
barely able to stand upright, his knees were shaking so badly. I
remembered (boy, did I remember!) how, when I played with myself
at night sometimes, how I really lost it when I came. I mean, if
my father had walked into my room five seconds before my orgasm,
I still wouldn’t have been able to stop. But somehow, it had
never occurred to me that a boy could get that emotionally
involved in sex.
Then Charlie said in a tight voice, “If you keep going,
Rebecca, I’m going to come in your mouth. If you don’t want me
to, I guess you’d better stop.”
I slowed while I thought about that but I didn’t stop. The
actresses in the film I’d seen had let the guys squirt all over
their breasts and stuff, but I was still completely dressed.
Besides, I’d come this far…. I glanced up at Charlie’s face
and increased the suction.
The dam burst ten seconds later, with gobs of jism
spattering the back of my throat and his cock jerking in my grip.
I just swallowed as rapidly as I could and kept on sucking.
After four or five big eruptions and a whole lot of little ones,
he seemed to run dry and leaned back against the edge of his
desk, gasping for breath. His cock was beginning to shrink; it
didn’t look so scary any longer.
Charlie helped me climb to my feet and the uncertain smile
on his red face and the beads of sweat running down his neck made
me feel like the Princess of Power. I knew, deep down, that
Charlie was basically a nice guy, and that I might be feeling
differently if he had been some sleaze who tried to go to the
next level. But that was one of the reasons I was so crazy about
Charlie.
Good thing, too, because somewhere along the line I had
decided I really wasn’t ready to stop being a virgin, not yet,
not even with Charlie Harker. I’d given my first ever blow job
and that was enough for right now.

After a minute or so, Charlie had his breath back and had
put his cock back in his pants and zipped them up. “Rebecca, I
repeat what I said earlier: You are definitely a strange girl!”
But he was smiling warmly down at me when he said it so I smiled
back. “I’m not even going to ask you again what possessed you to
come in here this afternoon. But I’m sure never going to forget
it.” He reached out and gently traced the outline of my jaw with
a fingertip; it felt wonderful.
“And this is probably going to sound strange under the
circumstances,” he went on, with a crooked grin, “but would you
mind if I called you up this weekend? Maybe we could go out
together? Go to a show or something — maybe just go for a
walk…?”
Part of me wanted to jump up and down and yell, “Ya-hoo!”
but I controlled it. Besides…. “Charlie, I’d love to — but
it wouldn’t be just for sex, would it? I loved doing this for
you, but I don’t want you to think… I mean, I don’t want you to
ask me out just so you can do it to me.” And I held my breath.
“Rebecca, would you believe me if I said the thought of
kissing you and at least making out with you again hasn’t crossed
my mind? I’ve been thinking about asking you out for at least a
month: I just hadn’t gotten up the courage yet.”
He looked sort of embarrassed by the admission. I was just
surprised. I mean, I figured a guy as nice-looking as that would
have his choice of all the little cheerleaders and bimbettes in
school. And he was trying to get up the courage to ask *me* out?
He saw my expression of disbelief and looked sheepish.
“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. But I can’t help it — I’m
just very shy around girls, okay? Half the dates I have are
because the *girl* invited me to a dance or a party or something.
But you’re definitely different, Rebecca. And you’re nice.
Strange, but nice. So — can I call you?”
I felt terrific… and a little stupid around the edges for
not figuring out some of this earlier. “Call me, Charlie! I’ll
be waiting!”
“Great!” He looked around and began gathering up his books
and his jacket. “Can I offer you a ride home?”
Oh, my God! Katie! “Oh, shit! There’s a friend of mine
waiting for me out in the parking lot!” I looked at my watch.
Nearly an hour since the last bell. Katie wouldn’t be there —
but she’d sure have a thing or two to say the next time I saw
her. My friend was a lot of things but patient wasn’t one of
them, and she hated unpunctuality.
Two minutes later, Charlie was hurrying to keep up with me
as I ran down the echoing hall to the door that led to the
student parking area. When I burst through, I looked around
quickly and saw only a couple of the school’s maintenance pickups
and Charlie’s beat-up old Mustang — and then Katie’s Miata
cruised out slowly from behind one of the trucks. I hurried
over, out of breath, and Katie pushed her shades down her nose so
she could stare at me over them. She can be pretty intimidating
when she does that.
“Katie, I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, I should have told
you I was going, uh,… on an errand….” I knew I was babbling.
But Katie was looking past me at Charlie as he wandered down the
asphalt path, trying to juggle both his books and mine after our
mad rush out of the building.
“After fifteen minutes, Rebecca, I almost left,” Katie said
solemnly, never taking her eyes off Charlie. “But I got curious,
after what you said in the powder room. Looks like you weren’t
kidding….” She looked up at me and then peered more closely.
“Got something white drying on your chin.” And leered in a
sisterly way that made me grin back and turn bright red at the
same time.
Charlie arrived while I was scraping madly with my
fingernail at the crusted semen that had dribbled over my lip and
down my chin. “Hi, Katie,” he said cheerfully and turned to me.
“So, you’ve got a way home, then, right? So I’ll call you
tonight, okay?” I nodded and watched the way his eyes crinkled
at the corners when he smiled. `Looks like you’ve got a boyfriend
now,’ I thought to myself. And it looks like your days as a
virgin are numbered.
He stood there, digging out his own car keys and smiling at
me as I started to climb in beside Katie. Then, on a sudden
impulse, I stood up on the seat and flipped up the back of my
skirt as Katie put the car in gear. I didn’t look back as I
settled in, but I could hear Charlie’s incredulous shout of
laughter mixed with Katie’s soprano chortle as we spun gravel out
of the parking lot.