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Subject: {ASSM} Jared and Amanda Naked in School--Part 03 (mf teen voy exhib)
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JARED AND AMANDA NAKED AT SCHOOL
PART THREE-WEDNESDAY DAYTIME

CHAPTER ELEVEN
JARED

I woke up Wednesday morning, and quickly got dressed, as I was running a wee
bit late. That's probably a good thing, because, even fully clothed, Tina
kept grabbing my ass all through breakfast.

This was going to take a little getting used to.

Anyhow, I walked to school. Coming down Robin Road, which runs along the
football field, I approached the path that goes to the school building, and
I got a nice surprise. Amanda was there waiting for me.

"Hey, you!" she called.

"Hi," I said. "This is a nice surprise."

"I got here a little early, and didn't want to face the voyeurs without
 you."

"I'm glad." We started walking, and she took my hand again. This was the
first time we had walked hand-in-hand together while fully clothed. I found
out it didn't make a bit of difference.

"Are you OK with what happened yesterday?"

"Mostly, yeah," she said. "Jared, we have to talk. At lunch. We have to have
a conversation."

"OK," I said, not without some trepidation.

"Don't worry-this will be a good talk." She beamed at me. That helped. Just
then, we rounded the corner behind the school, and emerged at our entrance.
Time for the Grand Unveiling yet again. The usual crowd was gathered.

"Oh, look, they're holding hands! Isn't that sweet!" It was Maggie, of
course.

"Jesus, Maggie, you never followed me around this much before I was getting
naked," Amanda teased her.

"Listen, girl, it is not you that I am here to see!" Dammit, she was making
me blush again. Anyhow, she went on. "Are you two going to undress each
other again?"

"I wouldn't mind that at all," Amanda piped up, surprising me. "Does anyone
else mind? We're supposed to let you do whatever you want, after all."

"No, it was great yesterday," someone piped up. "Yeah," someone else agreed.
There was general approval. Amanda looked at me, and I nodded.

"I want to go first again," she said. I nodded again, and she went for it.
And boy did she take her time. We were kind of early, but the crowd started
gathering in a hurry. Whole busloads pulled up, and came over to watch the
show. Amanda slowly took my shirt off, and ran her hands up and down my
chest, playing with the (admittedly sparse) hair. I was wearing pants today,
with a belt, and she undid the belt and slipped my pants down as slow as can
be. Next came the underwear. I was hard as a rock long before she got to
that, so, when they went down, she was greeted with a very awake Mister
Happy. She grabbed it. And, then, she really shocked me-she kissed the head!

To the raucous applause of the crowd, she stood up, still holding on to my
dick, and said, "Your turn." I didn't know if I could top that, but I sure
was going to try. She was wearing a pull-over top today, with just a few
buttons in the front. I undid them, and slipped it over her head, with her
still holding onto my dick. She had to let go as I reached down to unzip her
skirt, and it fell to the ground as she stepped out of it. "Do the panties
now," she whispered in my ear. "Do the bra last." I did as she asked, and
crouched down to slip off her panties-blue today-and stood up to get at her
bra. She grabbed my dick again, and leaned in very close as I reached behind
her. She was panting, and looking up at me as I undid her bra. It fell to
the ground. She looked up at me, still holding on to my dick, a gleam in her
eye, still panting. This was almost more intense than what had happened
yesterday in Bio. Damn, but I wanted to kiss her. Public Displays of
Affection were frowned on at school-grabbing a naked guy's dick was somehow
OK, but a kiss wasn't. You figure it out.

The crowd cheered and hollered at the show, and-as usual-surrounded us. The
ol' poke and prod. Amanda grabbed my hand and we made our way through. I was
horny as hell. I was also a little bit more in love with this girl every
second.

We got to English, and Mr. Tomasi asked if I needed relief. I did,
actually-so I said so. He asked me if I needed help. I said yes, and a few
hands shot up. I almost picked Amanda. Amanda clearly expected me to pick
her. At the last minute, I decided I couldn't, and picked someone else.

When I got back to my seat, Amanda looked at me. "I would've done that for
you, you know."

"I know you would've," I told her, "but I couldn't. I just couldn't. I didn'
t feel right putting you in that position when I couldn't return the favor."

"I wouldn't have minded," she said.

" I would have minded. I can't do that to you. It's not right." She beamed
at me. Heck, it was just what I felt.

Things proceeded normally-well, normal for this week-until lunchtime. I
grabbed a table, and Amanda quickly joined me.

"I've got a question for you," she asked right away. "You remember
mentioning a crush of yours to me?" I nodded. "You still got a thing for
her?"

Well, this was a curious discussion. "Yes, more so than ever," I admitted.

"Well, you know what? You should do something about it. Now's the time. I
need to tell you, you have impressed everyone here with how you've dealt
with The Program. Even the guys-though some of them are jealous at what you'
ve got dangling."

"Oh Jesus," I interjected.

"No, really," she continued, "some might be jealous, but all think you've
got guts. And half the girls in this school want to get in your pants-or
lack thereof-something fierce. I know you've got a confidence problem, but
now's the time. You know your confidence has grown this week."

"Yes, it has. But I don't know if it's that much," I admitted.

"Trust me. You need to do this, and you need to do it now. You'll never find
out if you don't find out now. Is she here?" I nodded. "Fine. Just walk up
to her, and ask her out for dinner. Tonight-don't waste any time. Go for it.
Trust me on this one, Jared."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, I do."

I was shocked I was even considering it. Here she was, giving me a Good
Buddy pep talk, and she had no idea we were talking about her. But, you know
what? She was right. I had gotten closer to the girl of my dreams than I had
ever thought possible-and, in just a few days, unless I did something about
it, it was going to be over. She was going to go back to her world, and I
was going to go back to mine. Mine would be better-and I think hers would,
too-but they'd be separate.

What was worse, taking a chance or living with that knowing I'd not taken
the chance? After what had happened in Bio yesterday? Or after school? Or
even this morning?

I couldn't live with myself, knowing what I now knew.

"You know what? You're right. You're absolutely right."

"Good. You're gonna do it?"

"I'm gonna do it. Right now." Whereupon I took a deep breath, looked into
her eyes, and just said it. "Amanda, will you go out to dinner with me
tonight?"

CHAPTER TWELVE
AMANDA

I was completely, utterly, shocked.

I had started this little conversation to get the subject of the lingering
crush out of the way. When I realized it wasn't out of the way, I thought I
had blown it. So, I put the mask on, of course. Good ol' Amanda, doing the
Buddy thing, pumping my Buddy up. What else could I do? Except pray the
mysterious crush would turn him down. But I thought I had lost.

And then I found out differently. I had no idea.

I said the only thing I could come up with. "Me? You've been talking about
ME?"

"Yeah," he admitted.

"How long?"

"Oh, since seventh grade."

Seventh grade?!?!? Oh my Jesus. And then the horrible truth dawned on me.
"Jared, you can't possibly still feel that way."

"Why not?" he asked, confused.

"Because you know the truth! For four years, you've had a crush on an
illusion! A fake, a fraud, a girl who hides behind anything she can get her
hands on!"

"Let me ask you a question," he said. "When you cried on my shoulder
yesterday, was that a fake?"

"No. Not even a little bit," I admitted, very softly.

"And what I saw in your eyes during it? And that kiss yesterday afternoon,
were those fakes?"

"No."

"Look, long-distance crushes are by nature based on illusions," he pointed
out. "But I always knew what you were," he said with a lopsided little grin.
"You're sweet, you're kind, you're fun to be with. The only thing you were
faking was you were hiding your vulnerability. I figured that out yesterday
morning, when I undressed you. You're a lot more vulnerable than you let on.
I don't mind that, you know. It makes you a lot less intimidating."

"I'm scared," I whispered.

"You think I'm not? You think this is easy for me? I'd be half-ready to piss
my pants, if I were wearing any. You remember. You remember what we went
through yesterday. And now you know how I've felt about you, right all
along. Do you realize what that meant to me?"

My world came crashing down all around me. Because I did know. I did know.
It wasn't just sex, it was me. How the hell did he manage to go through with
it? And there I was, leading him through the woods, naked, and giving him
the kiss to end all kisses.  I looked at him. I was crying a little, I know
I was. And he was just kind of grinning at me. "Jared," I said in a low,
shaky voice, "you are the bravest person I've ever had the pleasure to know.
"

"No, I'm not that brave," he argued.

"Yeah. Yeah, you are." I straightened up, dried my eyes, and smiled at him.
Not the mask smile. Nope, this was a different smile, one just for him. "So,
where are you taking me to dinner?"

He smiled back. It lit up my little corner of the world. I also do believe I
saw a big sigh of relief! "Do you like The Mariner?"

The Mariner was a seafood restaurant. It was a shack-had all the ambience of
a backyard barbecue with a roof stuck on top-but the food was fantastic. "I
love The Mariner," I said truthfully. "That'd be great. What time? I have
cheerleading, I get home around four."

"Six?" he asked.

"Six is perfect." Just then, I had a little brainstorm. "Jared, have you
done any of the outreach?"

"Well, I was naked at home yesterday, but that's it."

"Never been out in public naked?"

"No," he admitted.

"Neither have I. I don't know if I could do it alone. I think I'd need
someone to do it with me."

"Uh-oh. You're not suggesting...."

"Yeah, I am. Let's go out tonight naked."

"Amanda, I am not that brave, I just told you that."

"Yes, you are." I looked at him. "The thing is, well, there's two things.
The first one is, I want to do it, but I'm not brave enough to do it alone.
I am brave enough to do it with you. The second thing is-this is hard to
explain. We've been together naked for three days. If we put clothes on
tonight-I don't know. I just want us like this." It was hard to put my
feelings into words.

Evidently, it was good enough for him. "OK. We'll do The Mariner au
 naturel."

We finished up lunch and headed for Bio. Of course, we were stopped. I was
asked to pose, and I did-and got felt up while doing it. Then he was asked
to pose by a bunch of girls, and he was hilarious-did all these
mock-bodybuilding things, and then wagged his dick at them. I was in
stitches. They were, too. He grabbed my hand and we made our way to class. I
was getting felt up and prodded the whole way there, by guys I couldn't even
see-while the guy I was now dating-yes, one date counts, especially with all
else that had been going on-anyway, the guy I was now dating was doing
nothing more than holding my hand. And it was glorious.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JARED

She said yes! SHE SAID YES!

And I was now committed to go out, in public, to a restaurant, wearing
nothing but my shoes.

Fuck it-SHE SAID YES!!!!!

And I would have to go pick her up, at her house, with her parents there, in
the nude.

Fuck it-did I mention she said yes?

I was delirious. Completely delirious. And the looks she kept giving me, in
Bio-undisguised adoration. I couldn't believe it. I was on the moon.

The rest of school flew by. I let a couple girls jack me off, and did it
with a smile. I didn't feel embarrassed any more. That was probably a good
thing-considering I was bound to be embarrassed walking into The Mariner
like this!

Amanda and I walked out of History, and just grabbed our clothes. We walked
into the path in the woods again-and this time I kissed her.

I threw my clothes on-I needed a little time for modesty, after all, since I
wouldn't be getting any tonight-and practically ran home.

"What's up, Jared?" Tina greeted me when I came in. "You look excited or
something."

"Tina, I have a date tonight. With Amanda Frazier."

"You spilt the beans?" she asked. I nodded yes. "Good for you!" She tossed
me a coke. I told her the whole story.

"Jeez," she said when I was done, "she had no idea you were talking about
her until you asked her?"

"Apparently not."

"Look, Jared, listen. I take what I said back about her being a phony. I don
't think she is anymore. At least not to you."

"I think you're right."

"And she's right about one thing, little brother. You are incredibly brave."

"I hope so," I sighed. "I forgot to tell you the kicker. I think she's
trying to be brave herself, so she talked me into going out tonight in the
buff.""

Tina practically choked on her coke. "You're going to walk into The Mariner
starkers? My goodness. I wonder if any of my pals are up for dinner out
tonight-this I gotta see!"

"Oh, no you don't," I told her. "And, besides which, I need the car."

"Of course you do, but I can get a lift." Then she smirked at me. "Oh, and
dear brother, if you get any slimy substances on the seat of our car, wipe
'em up, would you?"

"Of course."

"You wanna borrow my monster dildo?"

I cracked up at that one. "I don't think so."

Mom and Dad got home shortly after that, and I got to tell them the good
news, too. They were thrilled, and bemused that we were going nude. Then, I
went to take a shower.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AMANDA

I don't even remember cheerleading. I hope I didn't fuck up too many
routines!

Afterwards, I did something really strange. I grabbed my clothes-and stuffed
them in my bag. I walked home naked. People were driving by and honking and
waving. It was very liberating.

I felt like a completely different person. Only three days, and I felt like
a different person. What shocked me was how good it felt. Why had I been
hiding behind a mask all these years?

Of course, if I was mildly shocked at my behavior, that was nothing compared
to my mother. I walked in the house and called "Hi" to her. Then I walked
into the kitchen.

"Hi, honey." That's when she saw me. "AMANDA! Put some clothes on this
instant!"

"Why?" I giggled. "I'm home now, what difference does it make?"

"You might be parading around school like that, but it has no place here!
Did you walk home like that?"

"Yup," I admitted. "Gave the neighbors a good show. Mr. Dalrymple was
watering his lawn, I think I almost gave him a coronary." Mr. Dalrymple was
our neighbor-he was about sixty or so.

"AMANDA! This is what I was afraid of. This Program has messed with your
mind."

"Yup, it sure has," I agreed. "And I've never felt better."

"This is not how I raised you!"

"You're right," I spat out. "It's not. You raised me to be afraid of my own
shadow, afraid of everyone else around me, afraid of my own body, afraid of
boys. That is how you raised me. And I'm not putting up with it anymore."
She was shocked. And I wasn't wearing any masks. "Oh, and I've got another
news flash for you, Mom. I have a date tonight. With Jared, my partner in
The Program. We're going to The Mariner." I spread my arms out. "And we're
going like this."

"You're not going anywhere like that, young lady!"

"Try and stop me!" With that, I ran upstairs to my room.

I sat up there for a while, thinking. Then there was a knock at my door.
Thinking it was Mom, I was about to tell her to go away, and then I heard
Daddy's voice. "Punkin? Can I come in?"

"Sure," I said-and then tried to stop myself. I had forgotten-I was still
naked. It was too late, Dad was already through the door. Ah well, I suppose
he was going to see it tonight anyhow.

"We need to talk." Then he looked at me. All of me. He even got a silly
little grin. "I must say, you have grown up to be a beautiful young woman,
Punkin."

"Thanks, Daddy," I smiled at him. "I can throw something on if you want to
talk."

"If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me," he said. He grabbed the
chair that was at my desk, and straddled it. "I hear you had a little blow
out with your mother this afternoon."

"Yeah. She was pretty shocked to see me like this."

"You walked home like that?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"You have changed so much in just three short days, I can't believe it. And
you're going to The Mariner tonight like that? What happened to my sweet,
demure little girl?" He laughed. "I'm teasing. I'm OK with it, really I am."

"I'm glad someone is."

"Look, the only thing that counts is that you are OK with it. Forget me,
forget your mother. If this is who you really are, than that's that. Enjoy
yourself. You're only young once." He looked at me. "You really like this
Jared guy, huh? And I take it he really likes you."

"More than I ever imagined," I laughed, and then told him the whole story.

"Wow. Sounds like he's a keeper, anyone that realizes how special you are
has to have something on the ball."

"Oh, Daddy," I sighed. "Thank you for understanding. But what are we going
to do about Mom?"

"I'll handle your mother." He sighed. "You know she had a rough childhood.
By the time I met her, in college, she seemed past it. It all came back
after we had you. Not right away, but, as you grew, she became more
overprotective. But you seemed fine with it, so I didn't know what I should
do."

"I was fine with it. But that was a mistake." I sighed. "What I've gone
through this week has brought home some unpleasant truths. I have been
hiding all my life behind Happy Smiling Amanda, the class social butterfly.
I've been hiding my feelings, my wants, my needs-all so that I won't feel
any pain. The problem is, I don't feel any joy, either. Not until this week.
I've been a phony, Daddy, for a long time. It's all a fake. And, after this
experience, I know it-and I can't do it anymore."

"Jared saw through you, didn't he?"

"He did," I confirmed. "Before I even realized he was doing it."

"The only thing that worries me is that it's been very fast."

"You think that doesn't worry me?" I laughed. "But this week, and Jared
especially, make me feel whole. And, as an added bonus, every time I even
think about him, my nipples crinkle."

Daddy laughed. "You didn't have to tell me that!"

"True, you could probably see for yourself."

"I'm trying not to look," he laughed.

"Why bother? God knows I'm not making it easy not to look!"

He smiled at me then. "You really are very beautiful. All over, and inside
and out. You just remember that."

"Thanks, Daddy." I stood up, as did he, and hugged him. With me being the
way that I was, I don't think it was all that comfortable for him-but he
dealt. "You're the best. I need to take a shower."

"You do that. Have a good time tonight. And be careful."

"I'm sick of being careful."

"OK, how about, be smart?"

"That I can do. I haven't lost all my marbles." He laughed, and left the
room. I let him go, then walked into the shower.

--End of part three-

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