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Subject: {ASSM} Jared and Amanda Naked In School--Part 04 (mf teen m-first f-first voy exhib)
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JARED AND AMANDA NAKED AT SCHOOL
PART FOUR-WEDNESDAY EVENING

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JARED

So, I walked out of my house, stark naked. Drove the car, stark naked. And
went to ring Amanda's doorbell, stark naked.

I've got to be nuts.

The door opened, and there she was, in all her glory. She had left her hair
down, had a little makeup on, a gold necklace, a bracelet, her watch,
shoes-and an ankle bracelet. And that was it. Boy, was she beautiful.

She kissed me on the cheek. "Hi. We need to go, my Mother's lost her mind.
Daddy is fending her off for me."

"Wait a minute. You need a purse or something."

"Why?"

"Because I need to bring my keys and my wallet into the restaurant, and I
seem not to have any pockets."

"Good point," she giggled. "Wait here, be right back."  She was back in a
flash, with a small purse. I handed her my wallet, and she put it in. I
could hear the yelling and screaming from the house.

"What's that all about?" I asked as I opened her door.

"My lunatic mother," she sighed. I walked around and got in and started the
car. "She's shocked I'm going out like this." She looked at me with a little
grin. "She was really shocked when I walked in the house this afternoon
after school like this."

"You didn't!"

"I did. Call it a test run. Walked home from school naked. In fact, I haven'
t had a stitch of clothing on since I took them off at school this morning."

"You sound proud of yourself."

"I am."

"You should be," I told her. She lit up like a Christmas tree.

The Mariner wasn't far, so we got there in no time. I handed her my keys,
and she put them in her purse. "Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah. Let's do it." I walked around and opened her door. She stepped out, I
grabbed her hand, and we headed for the entrance. I took a big breath as we
stepped in.

You go to the counter to order at The Mariner. Then, you get a number, and,
when they call your number, you go get your food. The part of the counter
where you order is around the corner from the dining room, so only a few
people saw us at first. Of course, they were all staring. And everybody
working behind the counter was staring, too. That was bad enough. Then we
turned the corner, into the dining room.

Every head turned. I even heard a gasp or two. And then I heard, loud as
day, "Look, it's my big little brother!"

Oh, shit. Tina hadn't been bluffing. She was here.

Amanda looked at me with a question in her eyes, but I just led her to an
empty table. Everyone around us was staring. And here came Tina.

"You did it, big little brother!"

"Hi, Tina."

"And you must be Amanda. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Tina, his sister."

"Hi," she said, grinning. "I figured out the sister part. But why do you
call him your big little brother?"

"Well, I'm a year older, so he's always been my little brother." She
grinned, the rat, and then pointed at my crotch. "And then I got a load of
that, and now he's my big little brother!" I turned bright red, while Amanda
started laughing so hard she almost choked. "I keep telling all my friends
he's my really really big little brother." Amanda couldn't stop laughing.
"Anyhow, I just wanted to see if you had the guts to do it, Jared. Good for
you. Have fun." With that, she went back to her table.

"That's your sister?" Amanda gasped.

"Yeah."

"Wow. She's really cool."

"You know what? You're right," I agreed. "Even if she does tease me
mercilessly."  Just then, we heard a rustling from the entrance, and then a
familiar voice bellowed, "Hey guys! Check out the scenery!" Oh, shit. It was
Maggie, along with a couple of other people from Amanda's crowd.

"Oh no," Amanda whispered. Maggie came right up to us, her friends in tow.

"Look at this, our two nudists!"

"Hello, Maggie," I said.

"So, what's up with this? Is this, like, a date?" she said.

"Yes," Amanda told her. "It is most indubitably a date."

"Good. I thought I saw something brewing there." Amanda and I looked at each
other incredulously. "Hey, I'm good at spotting these things." Then she
leaned in. "And I have to say that you two have more guts than any two
people I know. I can't believe you're here like this. I'd never do it. Good
for you."

"Thanks, Maggie," Amanda beamed.

"Ditto. You're all right in my book." I said. Her friends came over, and
they were all remarking on how brave we were. Amanda looked at them, and
said, "You know what? I don't feel brave. I feel free."

That was a good way to put it.

Maggie and her friends found a table, and we were alone again. They called
our number, and I went up to get the food. Of course, Maggie noticed this,
and had to let out a wolf-whistle.

We ate, and the rest of the meal was fairly uneventful. Oh, sure, we got
stared at, and I know at least one couple of old fogies took one look at us
in the altogether and stormed out in a huff, but it was all right. More than
all right, considering the company. We chatted about anything and
everything, getting to know one another better. She told me a bit more about
being guarded. I told her a bit more about being shy. And we both agreed
that we pulled each other out of all that. Well, each other, and The
Program. Then we chatted about friends, and school, and stuff. It was
normal-except for the fact that we were both naked.

Which became very apparent when she speared a scallop, brought it to her
mouth, and dripped tartar sauce-right on her left boob. She giggled, and I
just had to laugh. "Now there's something you don't see every day," I said.

"True," she replied. Then she batted her eyes at me. "So, you gonna help me
out with this?"

What's a guy with good manners to do, right? I grabbed a napkin and helped
her out. And she even shivered a little bit.  We finished up eating and
walked out-people were still staring and chattering, even in the parking
lot, and you know what? I didn't care. I did feel free. Amanda was right.
And she was there with me-that's all that really mattered. I put my arm
around her, she put her head on my shoulder, and we walked to the car.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AMANDA

I just felt so good. I couldn't believe how good I felt. The food was great,
the company was better, and the feeling of complete, absolute freedom
overwhelmed me.

There were a few other feelings that were overwhelming me, too. I really,
really liked Jared-more so every second I spent with him. He made me feel
warm, and safe, and tingly all over. And I was horny.

Really horny.

We got in the car, and Jared started it up. "You have a curfew?" he asked
me.

"Yeah, but not until eleven and it's only seven-thirty."

"You want to do something else?" he asked.

"Absolutely. I do not want this evening to end yet." I told him.

"My sentiments exactly. Well, then, where to, Madame?"

"Um, I think I want to go somewhere where we can be alone." There, I got it
out.

"We haven't been alone much, have we?" Jared laughed. "OK. We can go to my
house."

"Your house? Won't your parents be there?"

"Yeah, but they're cool. Both of them, even my mother. My bedroom's down in
the basement. We can go down there, my parents won't say a word, and they'll
leave us alone. We can fool around all we want."

"OK, let's go there," I said. And then I took a deep breath. Something had
been brewing in my mind all day. Now it was pounding at my mind,
relentlessly. So, I said it. "Jared, I don't want to just 'fool around'."
One more deep breath. "Jared, I want you to make love to me."

He just about drove off the road!

After he got the car going in the direction it was supposed to be going, he
exhaled, and said, "Are you SERIOUS?"

I grabbed his hand, and looked at him. "Dead serious. Jared, pull over
someplace, would you?" He did, in an empty parking lot, and took the car out
of gear. He turned to me-I was still holding his hand-and said, "Isn't this
a little fast?"

"After all we've been through this week?" I laughed. "Jared, listen to me. I
'm as pent up as I can get. I'm so horny I don't know what to do with
myself. I dream about it constantly. I do not think I can make it through
the rest of the week without it happening. I just can't." I took another
breath. "And I don't dream about it with just anyone. I dream about it with
you. I can't hold out, I'm too horny. And I so much want you to be my first.
More than anything in the world. I don't want to just have sex-though I'll
do that because of the horniness-but what I really want to do is make love.
And I can't do that with anyone but you."

There. There it was. I bared part of my soul to another human being for the
first time in my life. It was scarier than walking into The Mariner without
any clothes on.

He squeezed my hand. "Are you protected?" he asked me.

"No," I admitted. "I am not thinking straight!"

"So, what you're telling me is that you want me to walk stark naked into the
drug store and buy condoms, right?" I looked at him-and noticed the
shit-eating grin on his face. Thank goodness.

"No, sweetie, I want both of us to walk stark naked into the drug store and
buy condoms."

"You're on." He put the car back in gear, and drove off. I started giggling.
I couldn't help it.

"What's so funny?" he asked me.

"You are. If only you could've seen the look on your face," I told him. "And
the bad driving!"

"Hey, you shocked me. I did not expect this."

"I know you didn't. Even after all we've done, you didn't expect a thing. Do
you know how wonderful that is?" He started blushing again. "You never would
've asked, not this soon. Even though I know you want this as much as I do."

"That is true," he admitted. "I'd always hoped you'd be my first."

"You're so sweet." We pulled up to the drug store, and in we went. Stark
naked. To buy condoms, so we could go take each other's virginity. If you
had told me a week ago I'd be doing this, I would've had you locked up. But
it felt.wonderful. It just seemed so right. Even when the clerk flashed us a
dirty look.

I slipped the condoms into my purse, and we headed for his house. That's
when it dawned on me. "Shit, I have to meet your parents, and I'm naked!"

"Don't worry about it. I told you, they're cool."

He was right. His parents were cool. Tina came in while we were chatting,
and gave me a knowing little grin. But his parents were cool-even when we
headed off to his bedroom.

When we got there, I realized I was shaking like a leaf.

He realized it, too. "Are you OK?" he asked me.

"I'm scared," I admitted.

"We don't have to do this, you know."

"I want to," I maintained. I sat down on his bed, and patted it next to me.
He sat. "Listen to me. I've spent my whole life scared of everything. Just
admitting I'm scared is such a big step for me you have no idea. Getting
past being scared and going for it is something I never thought myself
capable of. Do you realize how many times I've done that this week?"

He chuckled. "Probably as many times as I have."

"Does this scare you, too?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he admitted.

"Good," I said. "I never knew how to open up. I've learned a lot about that,
in just three short days. Some of it's from The Program, but a lot of it is
you." He looked at me in amazement. "I'm serious. And I want to open up, and
I want to open up with you as much as I possibly can. And, yeah, it's scary.
But that's not going to stop me. Not anymore. Hell, the way I feel about you
is the scariest thing I've ever experienced, but I'm not pushing it away, or
hiding from it, not ever again."

Little pieces of my soul, over and over again. I kept giving them away. And
then I looked up, and saw the look in his eyes, and realized it was worth
it.

I didn't want to give him pieces of my soul any more. I wanted to give him
the whole thing.

And I wanted his.

I didn't say this. I said it with my eyes. He got it. I knew it right
away-he understood. That might have been the scariest thing of all.

And then he kissed me. And it wasn't so scary anymore.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
JASON

Overwhelming. That's the only word I can come up with. Overwhelming.

I was starting to see things, you know. Over the past three days, I had
figured out a few things about this girl. She kept most of her self under
wraps. I understood what she was saying, when she told me she had a hard
time opening up. But I had seen her open up, bit by bit, at least with me,
over the past couple days. But now, she wasn't offering me bits. She was
offering me...everything.

And she wasn't just talking about sex, I understood that--though that was
part of it, of course.

Like I said, overwhelming.

And I was just as scared as she was. Now, I might've been in more touch with
my fears in the past than she was, but that didn't mean I was any better at
getting past them, because I wasn't. If she could, though, couldn't I?

Hey, this was the girl of my dreams, remember? But, no, she wasn't. What I
had come to realize was that dreams weren't reality, and the girl I had
worshipped from afar wasn't this naked girl sitting beside me on my bed. It
was a lot more complicated than that. Dreams are easy, simple-reality is
messy and complicated and scary and has consequences. When she came to me in
my dreams, nobody was scared. Nobody was apprehensive. It was neat and
clean. The reality wasn't. This wasn't a glyph or a portrait or a beautiful
face across the room anymore, this was a real, live, complex human being.

But what I'd come to realize is that reality is infinitely better than
dreams. Even with the fear, even with the messiness, even with the
complications. I had waited four years for something that was never going to
come true. However, what was going to come true promised to be something I'd
never had the capacity to dream about. Reality is better, if you do it
right.

Now I just had to do it right. That was the scary part. I should've asked
Tina for advice, she knew what this was all about. Ah, well, I guess I just
had to go with my instincts.

So, I started with a kiss. Seemed like a logical place to start, right? And
she melted. She just melted. The next thing I knew, we were sprawled all
over the bed, plastered to one another, still kissing, hands everywhere. She
ran her hands up and down my chest, and then down to my dick. I was fondling
a boob. And our tongues were dancing like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. We
were sprawled all over the bed, touching and kissing, and then I got a crazy
little impulse. I broke the kiss, and started kissing down her face, went up
her neck, and nibbled on her earlobe.

She gasped. "Oh, sweetie, do that again," she squealed. So, I did. I nibbled
on her earlobe for a good five minute as she started panting and gasping,
and her nipple got rock-hard under my hand. "Oh, that makes me tingle all
over," she said.

"Yeah, I can tell," I whispered with a laugh as I ran a thumb over her
nipple.

She giggled back. "What made you think of this?" she asked as I continued on
her earlobe.

"I have no idea," I admitted, and she giggled and sighed again. I kept up on
her earlobe for a minute or so, and then started kissing down her neck, over
her shoulders, until I got where I was going-her nipple, of course. Boy, if
the earlobe made her tingle, this made her crackle. I brought my lips down
to her nipple, and, I swear, she whinnied like a horse. She was writhing on
the bed, strange little noises coming out of her mouth, when she finally
said, "Honey..your hand...down there..please?" in a whimper. So, I slipped
my hand down to her pussy. She was drenched. I did what I had done
yesterday, ran my finger up and down, then slipped it inside. She bucked,
and moaned, and then I came back out and went for her clit.

That's all it took. She was pent up, no question about it. She went right
over. I climbed up beside her and let her come down. She opened her eyes,
smiled up and me, and then devoured my lips with hers. "Oh, what you do to
me," she murmured in between kisses. Then she pulled away from the kiss,
grinned up and me, and said "My turn!"

She had her hand on my dick, and started rubbing it while she kissed my
chest. She even ran her lips across my nipple, which made me jump a little
bit. And, to my utter shock, she kept going. She kissed down my stomach,
even kissed my pubes-and the slipped her mouth around the head of my dick.

I was stunned. I looked down at her, a question on my face, and she just
grinned and went at it. She didn't take it all in, of course-Maggie had
trouble with that and she was practically an expert-but Amanda got a good
part of it in, sliding her mouth up and down it, while her hand worked on
the rest of it. I felt myself building up very quickly-and I warned her.
"Amanda, look out, it's coming," I managed to gasp. She just grinned and
kept going.

The first squirt landed right on the back of her throat. She pulled off,
then, and the next squirt went for her tongue. Then she let the rest of it
hammer at her boobs. I gasped, spent, and looked up at her-just in time to
see her stick two fingers into the pool on her boobs, and put the fingers in
her mouth and suck the cum off! The little minx! She grinned up at me and
went, "Yummmmmm!"

"What got into you?" I asked.

"Madness. Insanity. Lust," she giggled. "Love." That one a little softer. "A
crazy impulse." She looked down at my now limp dick. "But it seems he's all
worn out," she said a little disappointedly.

"Ah, that won't last. He'll recover," I assured her. "I just need a few
minutes. Besides, that'll give me time to pay you back."

"Pay me back?"

"Yup." I pushed her over on the bed, and crawled down so that my face was
between her legs.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
AMANDA

Oh, what was he doing?

Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, oh my word....

I couldn't believe myself. I couldn't believe how quick I went under his
hand. I couldn't believe how turned on I got when he was nibbling my
earlobe, for goodness sake. And I couldn't believe I had actually given him
a blowjob. And swallowed it! And liked it!

I asked myself, not for the first time this week, what was happening to me!

And then, he.he.he started..licking my pussy.

There. I said it. He was licking my pussy. And I felt like I had died and
gone to heaven. If I thought fingers were nice-well, a tongue was a
gazillion times better. And he did it just like he did with his fingers. Up
and down inside my labia, and then he even stuck his tongue in my..my cunny.
And then he went up to my clit. Over and over.

When I went, I just exploded. I know his parents heard my upstairs, I was
that loud. It was the most intense thing I've ever had happen to me. I just
came and came.

He crawled up next to me as I came down-and I just wrapped myself around
him. I buried my face into his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him as
tight as I could. I could feel his dick up against my stomach, felt my boobs
rubbing up against my chest. And, dammit, I started crying again!

He cuddled me and stroked my hair, just like yesterday in class. "Are you
OK?" he asked.

"Never better," I managed to get out between sobs.

"You're a crier," he commented.

"Yeah, and I never knew that. I never let myself go like this." I looked up
at him. "And you're so calm."

"No, I am not," he asserted. "I'm just not a crier. And it's not a macho
thing either-I'm not afraid to cry. I just don't, generally. It comes out in
other ways."

"What other ways?"

"Stop moving and you'll figure it out." I did. I held myself very still,
wrapped in his arms. Then I realized it. He was shivering.

"You're shaking! Are you scared?"

"A little. I shake when I get overemotional, don't ask me why. I'm feeling a
lot of things right now. Fear is one of them, but only one."

"Why are you scared?"

"Lots of reasons. I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you."

"No, you won't," I said-though I wasn't sure about that, I was a virgin, and
he was awfully big-but I knew he'd never hurt me intentionally. "It'll be
fine. I trust you."

And I did. I trusted him. I trusted him with my body, I trusted him with my
soul. You could say that I don't trust easily, but that'd be an
understatement-I don't trust at all. But I did trust him.

So I lowered myself to his bed, smiled up at him, and said, "Jared. I want
you. And I want you to take me. Please."

He smiled-and he was still shaking---and then he stopped. "Wait a minute."
He got up, went to his dresser, and came back with a container of lube.
"This might help, help me not hurt you."

"I don't know, I'm pretty wet," I giggled.

"Every little bit helps." He reached over at my purse, took out a condom,
rolled it on-I was watching in fascination at that-and then spread the lube
over himself.

Then, there he was, over me, guiding it in. My God it was BIG. Just the
head, getting through, I found myself stretching. But it didn't hurt. It
felt very strange, but good strange. And then the head popped in.

Whoooooooo!

I did say that my entrance was sensitive, right? I almost started cumming
right then. But only almost-because I knew where he was-right at my, er,
virginity.

"You OK?" He asked.

 "I'm just fine," I managed to get out. "Just-right here-don't go too fast,
OK?"

"Right," he said, then started pushing. Slowly. I felt myself stretching
again, and I felt the pressure against my hymen. I waited for the pain.

I felt a pull. It hurt a little, but just a pinch. That was it, and then I
felt it go, and nothing. No pain, really. And, as my brain processed that, I
realized he was still going, deeper and deeper, bit by bit. I said I wanted
to open up, right? Well, I was opening up, all right. And I guess the
emotional follows the physical, right? It just felt so damn good I couldn't
believe it.

And then I felt him bump up against me. He was in all the way. I've never
felt anything like that in my life. I realized I had closed my eyes, waiting
for the pain that never came, so I opened them. He was looking down at me,
concerned. Our eyes locked again, just like yesterday in Bio. And I couldn't
help it-I started grinning like an idiot. "Oh myyyyyyy!" I managed to get
out.

"Pain?" he asked.

"No, none," I beamed at him. "I'll be honest, I was expecting it to hurt. I
lied to you, I knew it would hurt. But it didn't," I said in wonder. "I can'
t believe I took all of you and it didn't hurt!"

He smiled back at me. "Some things were just meant to be."

"Damn right," I grinned at him. "You OK?"

"I'm just marvelous."

"You close?" I asked.

"No, not yet. Your little attention earlier helped. You ready?"

"Ready for anything. As long as it's with you." And I wasn't lying. I felt
him slide himself out, and then back in. Oh my goodness. Again, he did it,
still fairly slowly, but it was delicious. I couldn't help myself. Our eyes
were still locked, and I found myself grinning. And moaning, and gasping-and
even laughing a little. He looked down at me, and broke out in a big smile
himself, plainly delighted. And then he hit me just right.
"Ooooh..ooooooh..oh fuck JARED!" I screamed, and went right over.

And he kept right on going.

I never completely came down-I was still hovering, riding little tingles and
waves the whole time. Right after I went, the dear boy leaned over and
kissed me. I pulled him closer, wrapped my arms around his shoulders,
wrapped my legs around his hips, and practically devoured his tongue. I
wanted as much of him as close to me as I could get it. His chest rubbed up
against my boobs as she moved steadily in and out of me. And I was still
hovering, still recovering from my first climax, and still wanting more.

"J-jared, sweetie..faster.'K?" I managed to gasp out. He went faster.

Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. I was still grinning like a crazy person as
I was getting my brains fucked out. (See, I can say that, too!) I just hung
on for dear life. I was whining and gasping and at one point I think I went
"wheeeee!" like a little kid on a roller coaster. And, as I built up, as I
got closer again, I found myself saying it out loud. "Fuck...fuck..oh,
Jared, fuck me..FUCK ME!" He did, and I exploded like a supernova. It was
just fantastic. And Jared moaned and gasped and I felt him go, felt his dick
twitch deep in my cunny, and I knew he was filling up that condom.

He collapsed on top of me with a groan, and I was desperately trying to
catch my breath. He tried to roll off of me, but I was having none of that.
He probably thought he was crushing me, which he was, but I didn't care, and
I wasn't willing to let go yet. I kept my arms and legs wrapped around him.
So, he just grinned at me, grabbed me around the waist, and rolled us over,
so we were lying on our sides, my left leg still wrapped around his hip, my
arms still around his neck. His rapidly deflating dick slipped out, but that
was all right. I was giggling and gasping and kissing him all over his face
and neck and he started giggling back. Then our eyes locked again.

"Nobody told me about the joy," he said in wonder.

"Nobody told me about that, either," I agreed. I looked deep in his eyes,
smiled, and quoted Ms. T. "I think that depends on the who."

"I think you're right," he beamed back at me. "Are you OK?"

"No, I went way past 'OK' quite some time ago, and headed straight for
'delirious'." He laughed at that and kissed me. I pulled back from the kiss,
grabbed his face in my hands, looked deep in his eyes, and said it. "Jared,
I love you."

He beamed like a sun. "I love you too, honey," he replied.

"So, when you had that crush on me all those years, did you dream about
this?" I teased him.

He got serious all of a sudden. "No," he admitted. "I wasn't capable of
dreaming about this. What I dreamed about was nothing compared to this. Even
my dreams weren't able to come up with something this...stupendous."

"Oh. Wow," was all I could come up with.

"Listen. You need to know this. You were right, Amanda, with what you said
at lunch today. I wasn't in love with Amanda Frazier. I was in love with an
image, a face across the hall, a laugh I heard wafting across the lunchroom.
What I've found out the past few days is that image was nothing. The real
Amanda Frazier is so much more.. fantastic..than my silly image that I can't
even describe it."

Wow. "That might just be the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," I
whispered. "Reality very rarely holds up to an ideal."

"It was a seventh-grader's ideal," he admitted, "that I managed to carry
around for four years. I think I was scared of reality, with you or anybody
else. Now that I know what the reality is like, I'm less scared every
minute."

He was wonderful, but I was a bit worried. "Don't put me on a pedestal,
Jared, I don't belong up there."

"Honey, you got off the pedestal the minute you stopped being an image and
started being a real person. Don't you think I know that? I don't want you
on a pedestal any more. I want you right here," and he hugged me tighter.

I wasn't the only one doing some soul-baring around here! All I could think
to say was, "You make me so happy, I think I'll burst."

"That makes two of us, darling," he grinned at me.

CHAPTER NINETEEN
JARED

I had never felt this good.

I had just had sex-for the first time-with the most wonderful girl in the
universe, and it was stupendous, everything I could've ever asked for. And
she told me she loved me. And I bared some of my innermost thoughts to her,
and she understood. And there we were, in my bed, wrapped around one
another, talking and giggling and laughing and just enjoying the moment.

I was right when I told her that I never knew about the joy.

"I think I need to get this thing off," I said, looking down at the filled
condom barely clinging to my dick.

"Yeah," she giggled. "You know what? Enough of those things. I'm going to go
to the school clinic tomorrow morning and get the shot." One of the
advantages to a more sexually open society was the increased effectiveness
of birth control technology. A girl could get a shot, and it worked
instantly-she could have sex a half hour after the shot, and be protected,
as long as she remembered to get the shot every month, or go on the pill.

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"Very sure," she smiled at me. "Why use those things if we don't have to? I
want to feel you cum inside me next time."

She's unbelievable.

"Anyhow, I do think you need to get rid of that thing before it falls off
and messes your bed," she giggled. "My problem is I need a shower."

"I've got one down here," I smiled at her. "Right outside the door, to the
right, I have my own bathroom. With shower."

She bolted up on the bed, still grinning. "So what are we waiting for! Last
one in the shower has to wash the other person!"

"Honey, I'll wash everything you've got even if I'm the first one in," I
told her.

"Oh, goody!"

So, we took a shower together. And that was great. Of course, we paid
special attention to all the naughty bits. Not enough for me to cum again,
but, after what had just happened, that would've took some doing, so I didn'
t care. She might have had a little one while I was washing certain places.
I even washed her hair. All her hair. Upper and lower. She giggled and said,
"you're nuts!" as I took some shampoo and worked it into her pubes.

"You remember I told you I was nude at home yesterday afternoon, right?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Well, Tina decided to get into the spirit of the thing and got nude with
me. When my parents got home, they did the same thing."

"You're kidding," she laughed.

"Nope. And one thing I told Tina when she stripped is that now I knew she
was a natural blonde." Amanda laughed at that. "And you, my dear, I now have
no doubt, are a natural redhead."

"You're damn right!"

"Ever hear the Bruce Springsteen song 'Red Headed Woman'?"

"Nope."

"I'll have to play it for you sometime." For now,  I sang it. "Brunettes are
fine, and blondes are fun, but when it comes to getting a dirty job done, it
takes a Red-Headed Woman..."

She howled. Especially at my favorite verse, the one about getting down on
your knees and tasting a red-headed woman.

"You're crazy," she told me.

"Just about you."

"I take it Bruce Springsteen has a thing for redheads?" she asked.

"Patti Scialfa is his wife. She's in his band, so I know what she looks
like. And since I know what she looks like, I can tell you that she's as
red-haired as it gets. At least on top. I'll take Bruce's word for the rest
of it." She cracked up laughing. "You clean yet?" I asked.

"I don't think I've ever been this clean. Especially a particular patch of
red hair," she giggled.

"Great." I turned the shower off, we stepped out, and toweled each other
off, both of us laughing the whole time. I put on my watch, checked it, and
said, "Hey, it's only ten o'clock. You want to go upstairs and grab a Coke?"

"Actually, yeah, I'm thirsty as hell," she admitted. "Shouldn't we get
dressed first, though?"

"You're forgetting something," I teased. "You have no clothes here."

"Oh, shit, you're right. But won't your parents be upstairs?"

"Probably. Tina, too, I'll bet."

She got a look of horror on her face. "Shit, Jared, they'll know what we
were doing down here! I know I was loud!"

I just laughed. "Don't you think they knew what we were going to be doing
the minute we came down here? And you'd still be going up there, clothed or
not. Look, they really are cool."

"OK," she said. "You have clothes, though."

"If you want, I can see if I have something you'll sort of fit into."

"No, I meant that you can get dressed if you want."

"No way," I told her. "I wouldn't do that to you. Plus, I promised you a
naked date, and that date's not over yet."

"OK," she smiled at me. "You sure they're cool?"

"Very." I stopped and looked at her. "Although I wouldn't be surprised at a
comment from Tina."

"Uh-oh. Are you sure there's no place we can sneak out of here without going
upstairs?"

"Nope, sorry."

"It's OK," she grinned. "If your parents are cool-and I know Tina's cool,
even if she teases us-why should I be ashamed?"

"That's the spirit."

Up we went, hand-in-hand. The stairs from the basement come up into the
living room-and there they all were, Mom, Dad, and Tina. I couldn't hide the
shit-eating grin, and Amanda couldn't hide a similar grin, not to mention a
deepening blush. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.
Mom and Dad just gave each other a knowing look, while Tina had a grin as
wide as mine was. "Hi, folks, we're going into the kitchen to grab some
cokes," was all I said, as I led a blushing and grinning Amanda into the
kitchen.

"They knew," she said.

"No doubt in my mind," I grinned at her. "You hungry?"

"Ravenous, actually. I thought that colossal meal at The Mariner would last
me. We must have worked off some calories," she giggled.

"No doubt," I grinned back at her. "Let me see what I can rustle up." She
sat down on one of the stools at our breakfast nook, while I started hunting
through the refrigerator looking for some grub. And, not to my surprise,
here came Tina.

"Well, hello," she said, evil grin on her face.

"Hiya, Tina. Did you happen to leave any food in this refrigerator?"

"There's a bunch of fruit in the bottom drawer."

"Fruit sounds good," Amanda piped up.

"Fruit it is." I found oranges and bananas and different types of berries
down there, pulled them out, and started putting a couple bowls together.
Tina was still standing there, leaning on the doorway.

"So," she said finally, "is my little brother still a virgin?"

I was about to make a witty remark, when Amanda surprised me. "No, Tina,
your big little brother is no longer a virgin," she said with a big grin. I
just looked at her and grinned back. She looked at me and winked!

"Good!" Tina said.

"Yup, and just think, a mere two hours ago, two of the people in this room
were virgins. Not anymore."

"Oh, it was your first time, too?" Tina asked.

"Yep."

"Were you careful?" Tina asked, concerned. Well, despite all the teasing,
she is my big sister and she does look out for me.

"Of course," I told her.

"I should've known better," Tina said. Then she got that evil grin again.
"Was it good?"

Again Amanda beat me to the answer. "'Good' would be the understatement of
the century," Amanda told her, matching evil grin with a shit-eating one.
"Your big little brother not only has the proper equipment, but he damn sure
knows how to use it." She was shameless! Where was this coming from? "At one
point," Amanda continued, "he asked me if I was OK and I told him I skipped
right past OK and headed straight for delirious."

"Wow," Tina said, thunderstruck.

"Yup. It was all that and a bowl of fruit," Amanda said, as I set said bowl
of fruit in front of her.

"Jesus. I think I'm jealous. I wish my first time were that good," Tina
admitted.

"Well, I think you would've had to have been into incest," Amanda giggled,
shocking the living shit out of me.

"AMANDA! You're shameless!" I looked up at Tina, who was trying not to start
laughing. "I think I need to shut her up, and in a hurry." I sat on the
stool next to Amanda's, plucked a strawberry out of her bowl, and dangled it
in front of her lips. She started nibbling at it-very sensuously. "Besides
which, Tina, what were you, fourteen or something your first time?"

"Thirteen, actually. And you're right. I was probably a bit too small, and
he, who was also thirteen, had no clue." She grinned. "Luckily, it got
better."

Amanda stopped nibbling for a minute and said, "Well, if it gets any better
than that, I don't think I'd survive the experience."

"Uh-huh," Tina said, looking at us incredulously. Meanwhile, Amanda bit the
last bit of strawberry out of my fingers, and then started licking the
juices off my hand, going "Mmmmmm!" the whole time.

"Jesus. I can't take any more of this!" Tina proclaimed, but she was
laughing. "I'm gonna go back out in the living room and leave you too to
your post-coital fruit bash." And with that, she was off.

Amanda looked over at me and started giggling wildly.

I couldn't help it-I grinned back at her. "What got into you?"

"What did I say earlier? Insanity, lust, love? All those things." She looked
at me. "I just figured I'd better keep up with her!"

"That you did." I looked at her. "I learn new things about you every second,
don't I?"

"What's funny is you're learning about them at the same time I am." She
looked down. "I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. I like to see someone go toe-to-toe with Tina, it's such a
rare experience."

"Yeah. But I also remembered what you said. You know, what do I have to be
ashamed about? Nothing. It was great." She took a bite out of an orange.
"Although, I must admit, I never thought I'd ever be sitting stark naked
discussing intimate details of my deflowering with my boyfriend's sister."

"Yeah, I never thought I'd see that, either." Then it hit me, what she said.
"Boyfriend?" I said tentatively.

"Yeah." She looked up at me, under her lashes. "Is that OK?" she asked, just
as tentatively.

"Skipped past OK," I said with a grin. "Headed straight for delirious."

"Oh, I do love you," she said with a shiver. "Feed me a banana."

"Your wish is my command."

That's when we heard the voices from the living room. "So, did they do the
deed?" I heard my mother ask.

"They did the deed," Tina confirmed, "and apparently it was world-shakin',
earth-quakin', a whole lotta rockin' and rollin'." My parents started
laughing and Tina continued, "And now they're in there feeding each other
fruit!"

 Amanda and I looked at one another, and collapsed in a fit of giggles.

CHAPTER TWENTY
AMANDA

OK, I was shameless. Completely, utterly shameless. And it felt as freeing
as walking around naked did.

Besides which, I liked Tina. She was really cool. And she obviously adored
Jared, despite all the teasing. I know he would've gone at it with her just
as I did if I hadn't been there, but he was thinking of protecting me. So, I
took matters into my own hands.

I even enjoyed it. And I meant what I said-I don't have a damn thing to be
ashamed about. I was shameless-there was no shame. Just joy, and love, and
all kinds of other good things.

And then I called him my boyfriend. I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend.
That kept running through my mind, I have a boyfriend. And I love him. And I
had sex with him. And it was the greatest night of my life.

I had changed a whole hell of a lot in three short days.

I also found out that eating fruit out of your boyfriend's hand is amazingly
intimate, and sensual, and spine-tingling.

Anyhow, after the fruit, we walked out into the living room. I was blushing,
I know it, his parents kept smiling, and Tina had that evil grin again.

"She's got a curfew, I have to get her home. I'll see you folks in a bit,"
Jared said. I didn't trust myself to talk, so I just waved and squeaked out
a "bye!" when they all said goodbye to me. We went down to his car
hand-in-hand-still nude, remember-and he opened the door for me.

I just beamed like a lighthouse the whole way home. We got there, he let me
out, walked me to the door, and gave me a heart-pounding kiss goodnight.

"I'll see you tomorrow, lover," I told him. "All of you."

"I'll see all of you, too," he grinned. Kissed me one more time, and then
off he went. Dammit. Oh, well.

I walked in the door. Daddy was waiting up for me.

"Hi, Punkin. Have a good time?"

"The best," I told him.

"How was it?" he asked. He knew, and I knew, and he wasn't talking about the
food at The Mariner.

"It was fantastic," I told him honestly.

"Good."

"How's Mom?"

He sighed. "She finally calmed down, took a sleeping pill, and went to bed.
I think we have to have a talk, though, all three of us. There might be some
excrement hitting some fans tomorrow."

"No doubt," I sighed. "Daddy, I can't be what she wants me to be, not
anymore. I've changed too much. I know it was fast, and I know it was
drastic, but it's happened. I can't go back to being what I was."

"I know that," he told me. "I don't want you to."

"Mom does, though."

"Well, we'll talk about it. She's got to see the truth. I love that you're
dealing with your emotions instead of hiding them-but your mother doesn't
understand that."

"That's because she hides her emotions," I said.

"Not really. She hides them most of the time, and then they come out in
vicious little bursts," he sighed again. "I'd rather see you happy, even if
the happiness is a bit wild, than to see you repressed half the time and
angry the other half."

"She wasn't always like this, was she?"

"No, she wasn't. But, we'll talk about that later." He leaned over and
kissed my forehead. "Good night, Punkin. Get some sleep." He looked down at
me, and grinned. "So, when was the last time you had any clothes on?"

"7:30 this morning," I grinned back.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I have to say I do. It is liberating. And exciting."

"Good. You do it whenever you want, then, and don't worry about your
 mother." He kissed my forehead again. "Night, Amanda."

"Night, Daddy."

I sat there for a moment, lost in my thoughts, then headed up to my room. I
kicked my shoes off, opened my dresser drawer, took out a nightgown, looked
at it, and said, "Fuck it." I put it back in the drawer, and climbed into my
bed, wrapping my blankets all around my nude body. Which was still tingling.
Wonderfully tingling.

--End of part four-

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