Caught Flat - Part 2
STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, male & female nullification
Six sexless friends endure their first naked school day.
Getting up and ready for school was definitely weird. I kept searching for my
morning woody or at least my cock but both were clearly missing. Bess and I
rolled around until Mom told us we'd better get going, and then we showered
together and went downstairs together, still naked.

Breakfast in the kitchen was naked as well. It was frightening to think we'd
be naked all day, every day, everywhere, and not just at home. Everyone
everywhere would see every part of our bodies, and that included our complete
lack of sex organs. It didn't seem possible. How could we stand that? Wouldn't
we be arrested?

Bess pushed her kitchen chair next to mine and began stroking the inside of my
thigh. I went for her tits. Mom barely noticed and said nothing. It seemed we
could do anything we wanted with each other, in public or in private, except
wear clothes. Where was the logic in that?

After breakfast we begged Mom for shoes. Eventually she told us to look in the
hall closet, and sure enough we found them, at least sandals, sneakers, and
flip-flops. Bess also found two pairs of flats and three pairs of high heels.
Anything that needed socks, apparently, was out. Naturally we checked the
closet for clothes but there were just a few coats and none of them were ours.

Getting our stuff together presented more problems. Bess never had pockets
before and therefore didn't miss them. She just stuffed everything as usual in
her backpack or purse. Charlie and I, having no pockets for the first time,
put everything in our backpacks. At least Mom let us wear those.

Showing up for school flat and naked was absolute hell. Everyone stared at us.
Everyone asked why were naked and what happened to our sex organs. A few said
they knew people in other states who'd had the same thing done, and wondered
what it was like. What could we say? We felt cut up and freaky and exposed and
embarrassed.

The instant the door guards spotted us they dragged us off to the principal's
office. The principal, however, seemed more curious than offended. First he
called our parents and then he called us into his office. We all hoped he'd
make us wear clothes again but no such luck.

"Your parents want you to be living examples of the dangers of teenage sexual
activity, and that's a goal I agree with," he stated quietly. "I've heard of
this occurring in other states, and the results are generally positive. So,
you're fine as you are. Please return to your first period classes. I'll give
you a note. Guards, we'll need some new procedures. Please stay a few minutes
to discuss those."

Walking into first period class with no clothes, no cock, and no balls was
hell. Standing by the teacher's desk while he read the principal's note was
hell. Explaining to the class what'd happened to me was hell. Every other
class was hell. The hallways were hell.

The six of us met up for lunch and that was hell too. Although we found
strength in numbers, it seemed like six times as many people were staring at
us. It was worse for Charlie and Rhonda because they had to go through the
serving line.

The hall guards dragged off Ethan Smith, the class president, and Fiona
Williams, a cheerleader, for necking in a stairwell. Part of me hoped they'd
end up at Liberty Clinic, and part of me couldn't wish that on anyone. They
also dragged off a girl found masturbating during class, and a guy and a girl
found masturbating in the washroom. Helluva thing.

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Walking home flat and naked was another hell. Every window seemed to have
eyes. A police car slowed down but didn't stop. A bus veered off the road and
into a tree. At least we had each other for company.

"Are your parents letting you cuddle?" Seth asked Bess as we walked home.

"Like what?" Bess asked.

"Like hugging, kissing, rolling around together, sleeping together…" Seth
continued.

"Yeah, and its weird. Mom caught Andy and me snuggling last night and actually
tried to help. Then we slept together and that was OK too. Can you believe
that?"

"Well, yeah, because nothing we do now can possibly be sexual," Rhonda
replied.

Later I asked Mom about Rhonda's observation. "She's right," Mom confirmed.
"Roll around and cuddle all you want. It's a wonderful expression of love
among friends and family members. We obviously know it's not sexual."

For a moment I considered resuming our original sex party, this time, of
course, without the oral sex, but then I decided not to push our luck. I did
spend the night sleeping over with Rhonda, though.

Rhonda was taller and slimmer than Bess, and of course I'd touched her before
when the six of us were fooling around. As with Bess, however, a full body hug
in bed was different.

For starters, we were in Rhonda's room, not mine, and Rhonda wanted the lights
out. Rhonda had a skinny, almost bony feel to her and we didn't fit together
as well as Bess and I did.

But oh, Rhonda was a kisser. Touching shoulders to toes, we locked lips and
Rhonda extended her tongue. It flitted around my mouth rapidly, finding my
tongue, and then I tongued here back. It was like a soft lovely battle. I
pushed my tongue back against hers, we twirled out tongues around each others,
and I explored the inside of her mouth as well. Rhonda grasped my back and I
hers, locking ourselves together as firmly as possible. She slipped one thigh
between mine, pressing against my senseless flat spot, and I pressed against
hers as well. Even the thigh-on-thigh sensations were incredible. Soon we were
sweating, slipping, and sliding against each other,

"OK, you two. You need to get your rest for school tomorrow," Mrs. Williams
eventually remarked through the open doorway, and so we slowly backed off and
fell asleep. Ronda's dad looked in too.

  

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