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Chapter 14 - A New School

The little group arrived in the school at 8:15, and Wilma led them to the school office. She told the secretary that she had visitors and needed guest passes.

“These are Jennifer Ritter, Drew Harper, and Connor Martin,” Wilma told the secretary. “They’re moving to Glen Burnie end of spring from Pennsylvania and will transfer here. They need the info for their school records transfer and guest passes; they want to see what the school is like.”

A woman came out from an office behind the counter and came up to them.

“Well, hello, Wilma and Sherrill. You’re showing off your school to your friends? Hi, I’m Dr Petersmith, the principal. Wilma, please introduce your friends.”

She did and Connor explained that they wanted to see the school to get an idea about what a big school was like, and that Drew wanted to meet the soccer coach if possible.

“Our current high school has close to 1200 kids. This looks much bigger,” he remarked.

“It is; we have not quite double that number, Connor. I heard that your family’s moving from Pennsylvania. But you all have different last names?”

“We do, Dr Petersmith,” Jennifer answered. “My parents are the Ritters, but they’re also the legal guardians for Drew and Connor, who aren’t otherwise related.”

“My goodness, there’s a story there,” Petersmith said. “No time for that now; I see that Mrs Carter has your forms and passes for you. Drew, you play soccer?” She nodded. “I’ll let Ms Adcock know you want to meet her. After the last bell today should be good; if not, I’ll get word to you. Wilma can show you to the athletic department.”

They departed after thanking Petersmith, and Wilma and Sherrill led them to their first period class.

“How come the principal knows you guys?” Jennifer asked. “Such a big school, she can’t know everyone.”

Wilma chuckled. “Not ‘cause we get in trouble. Much, anyway. We’re both in the theater and drama club and act in the school plays, even did a musical last fall. That’s how.”

“You both have the same classes?” Drew asked.

“Yeah, we do this year. They do most everything by the alphabet here—even the assistant principals are assigned kids alphabetically. So unless we choose different electives, we tend to be in the same classes. Here we are.”

They went into the classroom and Wilma handed the guest passes to the teacher.

“They’ll be moving to the area and will transfer here, then start here in the fall,” she told the teacher.

The teacher told the three visitors to take seats in the back and gave the passes back to Wilma. The rest of the class sessions followed the same pattern. In one of them, however, a junior civics class, the visitors had a chance to participate in the class discussion. Sherrill had mentioned that the guests would be moving from Pennsylvania and the teacher knew something of the religious-challenge court case against the Program in that state. She asked the guests if they were familiar with that affair. They were, of course, and Drew answered.

“We were kinda in the middle of it, ma’am. We live in the area known as the ‘Pennsylvania Dutch Country’ and a huge number of folks are fundamentalist Christians. Like the Amish and Mennonites, but there are lots more sects. Two of the big churches sued the school districts in two counties to stop the Program. They didn’t stop the whole thing, but they did force the feds to agree to allow religious exemptions to anyone who said that the Program violated their beliefs.”

There were gasps and a little applause from the class members at hearing that.

“More than half of the kids in our high school come from religious families, so they claimed the exemption. And when they did, most every other kid, the not-religious ones, found that when ‘Jesus saves,’ He works in more ways than spiritual...”

Kids in the classroom burst into laughter at that.

“...so our region has the largest concentration of Bible-observant kids in the entire country now.”

More laughter. When it stopped, the teacher complimented Drew.

“That was a most excellent impromptu report, Drew...”

Applause.

“... and it clearly illustrates, class, the function of the judiciary in its checks-and-balances relationship to the legislature and executive branches. Who can tell the class where this court case limited the operation of the Program at the school level? Okay, Jodie?”

Jodie answered, “Congress was limited a little because I guess that the law was too broad and they didn’t think of limiting it so it wouldn’t adversely affect who we learned are ‘protected classes’ of people. And that Program office—it’s in the Executive Branch—they wrote regulations that were too harsh and restrictive, like we heard that they don’t even allow medical exemptions. So the court made them allow a religious one.”

“Excellent analysis, Jodie. And as far as medical exemptions, the media is chock full of reports of legal challenges to the OSA, coming out of many states, seeking to receive such an exemption. Finally, as you all are aware, our own school is the center of a legal battle over providing security and protection for student Program participants against assaults or other kinds of threats. The final hearings on that case are set for this June. Can anyone give us another example of where a court decision overturned either a law or an agency regulation?”

And the class continued as the students answered and discussed the teacher’s questions. After the class, Connor told Wilma and Sherrill that he thought that the teacher was really good and they agreed.

“Lots of the teachers here are pretty much okay. There are a few who are so boring that it’s hard to keep awake in class.”

“Um, Sherrill, about the teachers,” Drew began, “In my first high school—where Connor and I met—we saw the Program in action and a number of the teachers there enjoyed humiliating the naked kids. If the Program starts here, can you think of any teacher like that? But wait a sec before your answer. People like that are kind of sadists but they can keep that part of their character hidden. Oh yeah... I got to hear all of my pastor’s anti-Program sermons and in one, he used a hundred-dollar word. I liked it so much that I memorized it. Pastor said that some people get off on seeing or causing someone else’s misfortune; he called that ‘schadenfreude,’ comes from German, meaning ‘joyful damage.’ Pastor told me that people like that can dehumanize the person experiencing the humiliation. So, any teachers like that?”

Sherrill looked at Wilma and they both shrugged. “Can’t think of any offhand,” Wilma said thoughtfully.

At their brief lunch period, Wilma and Sherrill got the chance to introduce their guests to more of their friends, and that’s when Sherrill decided to put the voluntary nudity idea out there.

“You guys are always asking us about our nudist resort—what it’s like, what we do there, right?”

They nodded.

“Oh, hey, here’s Danny and Art—sit down, guys—shift some butts to give them room! Guys, these are Jen, Drew, Connor, the guys here are Art, my BF, and Danny, who’s Wilma’s. Guys, we were talking about how you all want to know what we do at our nudist resort. You two especially keep asking—and I keep telling you, you want to know? Just come with us when we go! We love it there and you would too. Anyway.

“What I wanted to tell you all is about that stupid Naked in School Program that’s coming—you know that it’s almost certain that it’s gonna start here next term. I told you about Jen, Drew, and Connor; they’re gonna be transferring here in the fall. So Drew got this rad idea about dealing with the Program from talking to Jen, who also goes to our resort. Last summer at our resort, we got to talking about the Program coming to Maryland schools and one kid put an off-the-wall comment out there that made sense to the kids there who heard it. When she got home, Jen mentioned the comment to Drew.

“Anyway, yesterday the five of us were talking about the Program—they had it in their current school but it got stopped by a court injunction, kinda like what happened here—and we were trying to figure out how to cope with having to handle the dumb thing when it starts up in the fall. And that’s when Drew reminded us of that kid’s remark from last summer—it could definitely be a way to counter the Program’s abuses. You’ve all heard about the abuses, the random humiliation and unwanted groping. See, you guys ask us why we’re not scared or embarrassed to be nude with lots of other people at our resort. It’s simple. Just about everyone there is nude too, so it’s the clothed ones who get noticed, ‘cause they’re different.

“Drew reminded us about what that guy said: it basically was like, ‘why not bring the nudism culture from the resort to the school?’ The Program is nothing like nudism, you know. Our nudist friends who had to be in the Program in the other high schools around the Baltimore area hated it, even though they were very used to being nude in mixed company. They told me that their experiences were simply awful, ‘cause of that groping and fondling and being dragged and shit like that, and by having to do gross sexual poses and in classroom demos.

“Now you know that every single one of you will have to get naked during some week this coming school year. When the school delayed the running of the Program here last fall, they told us that when it does start up, with our class sizes of up to 600 kids, they’ll need to strip a huge number of us each week—and next school year, when we’re all seniors, they need to get through all 600 during the 35-week school year. Yeah, I looked it up ‘cause I was curious. There are five weeks with a one-day holiday during those weeks, so that leaves just thirty full weeks for 600 senior kids to be in the Program. So that means there’d need to be at least twenty seniors each week, plus the underclassmen that get picked—they don’t need to pick as many of those each week ‘cause they’ve got more school years to go. Juniors, they’d need to pick six every week. So they would need to pick maybe thirty kids to be naked each week.”

“Damn, you think that they’d do that?” Danny asked.

Sherrill replied, “Almost definitely—they chose lots of seniors when the Program began in the other schools where our friends go, and I also heard that on the first week, they made the first group of kids strip on stage in front of the entire school. At least they can’t do that super humiliating on-stage stripping here—all four grades of students can’t fit in our auditorium at the same time...”

“But they could in the field house...” Chuck, one of the boys at the table, interrupted.

“Only if they brought in maybe 2300 to 2400 chairs, like they do when they use it for graduation. Can you imagine the mob scene with 2400 kids milling around and they tried to get some of them to go up to that little platform and strip there? That’d never happen.”

“Um, guess you’re right.”

“So back to Drew’s idea that Wilma, Jen, and I were thinking about. Maybe we can even preempt the way they pick kids to be in the Program. Since everyone will have to be nude at some point, why not make nudity so common in the school that it’s normal? Um, you know, it’ll be neat to make nudity the new normal now.”

She emphasized the “n”s to highlight the alliteration and the others laughed.

“Good slogan, Sherrill.” Wilma chuckled. “Nudity’s the new normal now. I like it!”

“Yeah, well, if we do that, we can take control of the Program ourselves, right?” Sherrill went on. “If there are large numbers of naked kids hanging together, the group can protect its members. There wouldn’t be a chance for anyone to do those stupid ‘reasonable requests’ that I heard such bad things about, ‘cause bystanders would have no idea who the Program kids are. A lot of naked kids in the classrooms can completely disrupt any demos a teacher tries, and all those kids can cover for each other too. Same with the opposite-sexes in the lockers.”

The others got thoughtful looks, and one of the girls, Rachel, asked her, “It’s a radical idea, Sherrill, but it’s challenging for me to even think about my getting naked. How did you do it for your first time, anyway?”

“My father and uncle grew up in a nudist family and our families kept it up. So I was always a nudist. But noobs who come, when they see everyone nude, they just join in and in no time at all, they’re comfortable in their birthday suit. Say, Wilma, what about this idea? We can see if the resort can give special passes for teens who will have the naked Program in their schools. Then... ah... these tentative textile teens... ha, ha, get that one? ... will get a chance to experience nudity the way it’s meant to be? Guys, what do you think of that?”

Laughter, then among the group there were lots of nods of approval, but some kids were still uncertain.

“Remember, you’re a senior coming this fall, so, guaranteed, you’ll have to be naked when your name comes up, and then you’ll have to deal with it alone. With this idea, everyone’s together to support each other.”

“Great suggestion, Sherrill,” Wilma told her and the others agreed. “Guys, the bell is about to ring. Spread the word about this. We’ll thwart the Program by overwhelming it. We won’t submit to it—we’ll simply take it over!”

When the bell rang, Wilma and Sherrill said their good-bys to Danny and Art, and they all left for their next classes.

Two of the kids, Rachel and Lois, were among those who were a little uncertain. While they walked along with Sherrill, Wilma, and the others in the direction of their next classrooms, they asked for some more reassurance about how they could face the impending public nudity.

Rachel asked, “I’m sure you’re right about all of us eventually having to be naked, but it’s still a difficult thing to do. I’m still not sure...”

Jennifer broke in, “I’m still kind of an outsider here, so I don’t know how this suggestion will fly, but I know of some kids in my school who were scared of the idea of the nudity of the Program before the religious exemptions became the thing to do. They started sleeping naked and spending naked time in their house or even just their room. I heard that kinda helped them a bit.”

“Huh. That’s a good suggestion,” Rachel replied. “Maybe I’ll try that and see. The resort idea is kind of intriguing too; Wilma, you guys are always talking about all the dope things to do there.”

“It is a lit place. I hope this idea of overwhelming student nudity will work.”

Lois was walking along with them too and she also agreed that trying out private nudity just might help her, and then they split off to go to their own classrooms.

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After the bell ending their final class period, Wilma and Sherrill led the visitors to the athletic offices and found Coach Adcock waiting for them, and immediately her eyes lit on Drew.

“Hello there, I’m Coach Adcock. Dr Petersmith told me that you’ll be transferring schools from Pennsylvania—I do recognize Sherrill and Wilma. Hi there to both of you, too. These gals are pretty capable volleyball players but we weren’t able to convince them to try out for the team. So, Drew, is it? You’re clearly athletic.”

Drew nodded. “Yes, Coach. My guardians—Connor’s too...” she took his hand, “are moving here in June. I’ve been playing soccer since I was nine, both community leagues and varsity. My usual position is in D, a fullback, but since I have great speed and fast reactions, my coaches use me as a stopper or center-back. Wing-back in some formations ‘cause I can attack on breakaways. Here’s a sheet with my stats.”

Drew handed her the copy and she read it.

When the coach looked up, her face wore a surprised expression.

“Drew, these are top stats. I can see from them why you were picked for first team all-state, and why the Prep-to-Pro site named you one of the top five top defensive players in the state. Your stats are simply amazing.”

“Well, we were a strong team in a comparatively weaker region. We did have a harder time against the schools from bigger cities.”

“What kind of stats does a defensive player have?” Wilma asked. “I only know about goals, assists, and goalie saves.”

“Okay, Wilma, maybe this will get you out to see some soccer games next year then. Defensive players have different metrics based on their control of the opposition. Drew’s first stat is pass completion percentage, that’s 79 percent, which is astounding. That’s passes completed divided by passes attempted. Like a batting average. The next is similar, her dribble success rate, which is 81 percent. That means she has an outstanding ability to keep control of the ball and not lose it to the opponent. Two other super numbers are her ability to steal the ball—her successful tackle rate is an incredible 73 percent, which shows that she has great reflexes, and she averages interceptions at just over four per game. And for a D player, her goals scored of 0.9 per game and assists at 2.4 per game would look awfully good for a mid-fielder.”

“Connor says she’s fast too,” Sherrill added.

“She certainly is. Drew, you must wear a soccer tracker, right?”

“Sure, that’s where they got those speed and distance metrics,” Drew answered.

“Okay, Sherrill, Drew’s really fast. She’s been timed sprinting at 23.3 kilometers per hour and running longer distances at 19.8 kilometers per hour. That running speed, kept up for a mile, converts to, ah, something like a five-minute mile. Sprinting, she’s close to a four-minute mile.”

The others looked at Drew in awe.

Drew laughed. “C’mon, guys, I can’t run a whole mile that fast. That’s just my sprinting speed.”

“Let’s put this in soccer perspective,” the coach told them. “The distance a fullback would need to run from their penalty area to the opponent’s is about 80 meters. Drew could run that distance in nine to twelve seconds. She could easily outrace her opponent’s midfielders with her speed. Drew, that must be the source of your goals and assists?”

“Sure, Coach. I do it on steals and interceptions and I’m traveling past the centerline before their midfield players can reach me to mark me.”

At the girls’ curious looks, she explained what “marking” meant.

“Coach, I have some videos on my phone of Drew playing,” Connor told her and showed her some clips of Drew’s play.

Adcock watched and her smile grew to a broad grin as she saw how some of Drew’s moves left her opposition either flat-footed or sprawled on the pitch, having tripped over their own feet trying to recover from Drew’s dribbling moves and fakes.

“I rarely see a high school girl with your dribbling talent, Drew. Some of those moves—that Zidane roulette I saw, for example—are hard to master, and in those clips, you were doing them at your running speed. You could be a great striker too, but with your dribbling, passes, steals, and interceptions, you’re more valuable at playing D. Killing an opponent’s attack gives your O more possession time, after all.

“It would be fabulous having you play on the Glen Burnie Gophers team. We’ll need to certify your eligibility, so let me get you the eligibility verification form that our state high school athletic association uses; you’ll need to complete it and get it signed by your current school’s athletic director. Okay, it’s been a real pleasure meeting you and our conversation’s been great. Keep in touch—here’s my card—and we’ll see you when you get here to register in the school.”

“Thanks, Coach; thanks for seeing me today. I’ll let you know when we get moved in here. Bye.”

The others said their farewells too and they all left. Sherrill and Wilma borrowed Connor’s phone to watch Drew’s videos and were greatly impressed.

On Saturday, while the Ritter parents dealt with the house purchase, Drew. Connor, and Jennifer got together with Sherrill and Wilma and eight of the cousins’ friends to discuss their attempt to, as Wilma put it, to “turn the damn school into a frikkin’ nudist facility.” Convincing a number of the Maryland kids to consider it wasn’t too difficult, since public nudity had been becoming increasingly common. With the expansion of the number of cities that hosted events like the World Naked Bike Ride, the increased publicity and popularity of Naked Hiking Day, growing observance of National Nude Day in numerous communities, and the prevalence of naked Outreach activities by kids in the Program, seeing occasional public nudity had become less unusual. Most kids knew this and accepted it, but a number of their other friends were more uncertain. However, the idea of mutual support from other naked kids was far more acceptable than the idea of suffering through the experience as a solo participant. Wilma’s group made plans to recruit more kids to form a core for the nascent movement to co-opt the Program. They would organize kids to help during the rest of the term and into the summer.

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The Ritter family returned to Pennsylvania on Sunday and as they traveled, they began to discuss the week.

“Mom, look,” Timmy said soon after they left the hotel and were driving past a shopping mall. “There are naked kids going into the stores over there! And when we were riding around to go to the other houses we looked at, I saw naked kids on the streets then too. Why are they naked?”

Eva turned around in her seat and looked at Drew.

“Want to answer that one, Drew?”

“Not really, but okay. Timmy, you heard us talking about the Naked in School Program... Remember when you went with Tracy and the twins to play video games? She didn’t want to stay.”

“Uh huh...”

“So one part of the Naked in School Program is called ‘Outreach,’ and the kids are supposed to go to places outside the school and be naked there. Like shops, malls, parks, on the streets, in their homes. It’s supposed to build their confidence in their body and appearance.”

“Huh. That’s weird,” Timmy said after a few seconds’ thought.

“I totally agree,” Drew told him and the others in the car agreed too.

“So did Tracy, Jessica, and Robert tell you about their middle school, Timmy?” Eva asked.

“Yeah, Mom. It’s gucci that I’ll know kids there when I go, and they said that they’d have me meet their friends too. Maybe moving won’t be too bad.”

“I’m sure you’ll find that it won’t be and you’ll make new friends. It’ll be exciting to see new places too, right?”

“I guess, Dad.”

Several minutes later, Frantz began to tell the others how the moving of the family was only a small part of his changing jobs.

“This is a huge opportunity for me,” he explained. “While the Penn State medical school is excellent, the Hopkins one is world-class and they have a children’s hospital too; they’re in the top five in the country in my specialty, endocrinology. I’ve got lots to do at home now. I need to get working on transferring my NIH—that’s National Institutes of Health—research grant from Penn State to Hopkins...”

“Dad, doesn’t it just move with you?” Jennifer asked.

“No, dear. The grants are made to the institution and the person who applied for them is just in charge of the work, not managing the funding, the accounting, and payroll process. The person who’s in charge of the actual research work is called the principal investigator, or PI. To change institutions, I’ll need to submit a progress report and write a mini-application to certify that I’ll still have the appropriate facilities and have the new institution’s permission to do the work, and mention any plans to modify the research’s objectives for the conditions at the new institution. Since I use patient data in my work, there’s also a new institutional review board approval process that’s needed. Lots of paperwork, see?

“Also, we’re not the only ones affected by my changing jobs, you know—I’ve got five others involved with my moving. They’re paid from my grant and I need to look after them. First, there’s Janille, my PA. I spoke to her after I accepted the job offer and told her that if she wanted to move, to stay on my project, I’d hire her there. She’s divorced and told me that she’d most likely do that. I have a research tech, a secretary, a postdoc, and an MD-PhD student too. The tech and secretary are able to transfer to another project. I’ve arranged for the student to move to a collaborator’s closely related project but I’ll stay on her committee and do her progress meetings by Zoom. Finally, my postdoc is still considering what to do, but will probably move. Depends on his spouse’s decision and her own job.”

“Wow, Dad, I had no idea...” Jennifer told him.

“No reason for you to know, honey, but with college approaching in just over a year, you’ll need to get to know some of the facts of life—ah, not the ones that the Program seems to want to teach, that is.”

“Yeah, right, Dad. So true. So when will we actually move?”

“That’s something we need to talk about. The hospital wants me there by May 15. We have a purchase contract pending on our current house and the buyer wants possession on June 1. Timmy, your middle school classes are essentially over by then; there are mostly exam days afterward, so we can have you take your tests earlier. The last day of high school is June 6. What we thought of doing, and this is up to Drew and Connor, is that Eva and I, with Timmy, would move the household to Maryland in mid-May and Eva and Timmy would move into the new home then. That’s if Jennifer could stay with you, Drew and Connor, for the last two or three weeks of school, Connor has his license so he can use one of our cars. Then you’d join us after June 6—Connor could drive you down there.”

Drew looked at Jennifer, then Connor, who both nodded their agreement.

“We can do that, Frantz,” Connor told him. “We can work out the details.”

“Jen can stay in my room,” Drew said. “We can share the queen bed or I can go to Connor’s room.”

“You okay with sharing...” Eva began and then interrupted herself. “Of course you are; you sleep together in the guest room downstairs.”

“We do. But no hanky-panky goes on there, Eva. Yet,” Drew said as she smiled, took Connor’s hand, and winked at him.

Drew had gotten to love their oral-sex sessions. She was still reluctant to go further and didn’t want to trust a condom.

I need to find out more about contraception, she mused. I hate the idea of taking hormones. Possibly an IUD?

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Back at home, Drew looked at the calendar on her phone.

“Moving in June means I’ll miss playing in the community league, sweetie,” she told Connor. “I haven’t missed a summer before.”

“Let’s see whether there’s a summer opportunity in Maryland,” Connor suggested. “Check the dates if there is something.”

A few minutes later, Drew said, “Damn, look at this. There’s a Nike summer soccer camp being held this summer right in Glen Burnie! The head coach is from a local college. I wonder if Coach Adcock knows about it—of course she must. I’ll shoot her an email.”

The following day, school resumed, and since it was mid-April, everyone was looking forward to warmer weather. In the home-room class, they got a surprise. The principal, in an announcement over the P.A. system, told the students that the federal Program officials were making a last-gasp attempt to salvage the Program at central Pennsylvania schools, all of which now had all students on religious exemptions from participating.

“We were informed,” Dr Slater spoke, “that Program officials will be visiting the high schools in our five-county region, beginning at 10 a.m. tomorrow, to interview those students who have refused to participate in the Program. We were not told anything of their intentions, but our school board members believe that they will be attempting to assess pupils’ sincerity in their religious beliefs. I personally feel that even doing that is a violation of one’s religious freedom. While we can’t forbid them access to our campus, our school board suggests that you do not discuss your Program participation with an outsider unless you have a parent present. In fact, you have the right not to speak about your beliefs at all. I’ve been advised not to put this advice in writing, so please let your parent or guardian know what I have just said. Your teachers will have the notice letters for the students selected to be interviewed. That’s all; have a good morning and a productive day in your studies.”

There was an outburst of shocked surprise from class members at hearing that and Drew leaned over to Connor, saying, “Holy shit, guess he’s a good guy—a supporter of our rights. Who knew? Hey, do you know if we were even selected to participate?”

Connor just shrugged.

At the end of the day, Drew dropped off her Glen Burnie eligibility form at the athletic department and went to see Coach Aberman to tell her that she’d be moving at the end of the term.

“I heard that, Drew; I got a call from Coach Adcock from your Maryland school earlier today. She wanted some info about you. She’ll get in touch with you later. I’m really sad that you’ll be leaving us. You’ve got a bright future in soccer.”

“Thanks, Coach. Leaving’s not my choice; my guardian’s family is relocating. I hate to leave too.”

“Well, please stop by to say farewell before you take off for good, okay?”

“Absolutely, Coach. Thanks for all you’ve done for me too; you really helped me improve my game.”

She departed and later that afternoon, Drew got a return email from Coach Adcock. She told Connor about it.

“Coach says that she’s actually one of the supervising staff for that camp. And they’re looking for skilled players for teaching and coaching. She didn’t think of it while I was visiting there since she’s never had a high-school kid skilled enough, but that camp still has a few openings for counselors who can play and teach. They’re waiting to hear from a few college kids who were on staff last summer if they can work this summer; they can’t wait much longer so that’s why they have some openings still.

“She called Coach Aberman today and asked her if she thought I could teach and Coach told her how I’ve been teaching kids how to improve their dribbling and teaching my fancy moves to those who are more advanced. And how she gave me field control of our D during games so that she could concentrate on the O players. So Adcock wrote to me that she wants to hire me as a counselor-coach for the Nike soccer camp! And I get paid too! And the camp dates fit just about perfectly. I’ll be able to play in demo games and in scrimmages too, so this is sooo perfect.”

Drew was hopping with excitement and when Connor hugged her, she melted in his arms.

“What great news, darling. Hey, I have news too. At swimming today in P.E., the swimming coach saw me doing laps. I was blowing off energy after hearing about that new Program crap; that annoyed me so much that I had to just pop off. When I had done six laps, he got my attention and asked if I could do the other strokes. I was free-styling for my laps. So I showed him that I could do the other strokes too, and I do them pretty well, I must say. You know? He wants me to try out for the swim team. So I had to tell him that I was moving. But I got to thinking... That’s a winter sport, so maybe I’ll try out for the Glen Burnie team. You never know, right?”

Drew chuckled. “Hey, maybe you’ll find that you’re an Olympic-class swimmer.”

They both laughed and Connor held out his arms to her. Drew went over to him and they pulled each other into an embrace as they kissed. She squealed when Connor scooped her up and carried her to her bedroom, where he deposited her on her bed. Then he put a knee on the bed as he leaned over her to resume their kissing, their tongues wrestling each other’s enthusiastically.

Drew moaned with lust and whispered, “Want you naked now,” and then she sat up, pulled Connor down onto the bed with her, and began to attack his clothing. Since he was just wearing sweat-pants and a tee-shirt, she made quick work of his garments, which she threw onto the floor, and bent over him for another kiss. While they kissed, Connor reached his hands over to her groin and began stroking her vulva through the cloth of her shorts, and he realized that her crotch had become quite damp.

Connor reached up and, with a quick jerk, pulled Drew’s shorts down her legs and was startled to see that she wasn’t wearing panties—and then he saw the thong.

Ohmygod, it’s one of my fantasies! he thought. A naked gal in only a thong!

“Jeez, lover,” he gasped, “you’re just the hottest gal I’ve ever seen... please, let’s stand. I gotta see you in that thong!”

“Is that a Reasonable Request, then? You want me to do a naughty pose?” Drew giggled.

“Shit—I just want to do all kinds of naughty and unreasonable things, and every one with you, doll.”

They both stood up and after Connor pulled Drew’s top off; she smirked at him, raised her arms over her head and sinuously twisted them together, and slowly twirled while he looked at her in awe and ill-concealed lust.

When she completed her turn, she looked at him and laughed. “You can put your tongue back in your mouth now, sweetie.”

“Damn, I’m burning that image into my brain for forever,” Connor panted. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!”

He took her in his arms again and together they sunk down onto the bed, where Connor quickly divested her of the thong.

A brief thought flashed through his mind, I wonder if she’ll let me keep it and I’ll frame it? But he dismissed the thought. Nah. She’ll think that’s too kinky.

Connor lay back now and pulled Drew on top of his chest so that her muscular but awesome butt was near his head. He had long wondered what doing a “69" was like and this was his chance. He slid his hand around her left buttock globe and marveled at its delightful shape and how firm the underlying muscles were. Then he moved his hand into the crease between her cheeks, then further down to her hot core. Yes, she was truly soaked there. With his fingers, he spread apart her labia to reveal her protruding clit and again was amazed at its size and how much it resembled a miniature penis. As his fingers manipulated her vulva, Drew moaned and pulled her mouth off his cock—he hadn’t even realized that she was sucking it; he was so absorbed in the marvel of her femininity.

Drew spread her legs apart then and that allowed Connor to pull her groin down so he could bury his mouth into the heat between her labia. He spent a minute tonguing her and stroking around her clit with his fingers as he felt Drew’s mouth once again capture his cock. That’s when he decided to step up her stimulation, so he stretched his head up and seized her protruding clit with his lips and squeezed them hard on the little organ.

That got the desired result; Drew squealed, gasped and shuddered as she strained to clamp her legs together, but Connor’s position was now holding them widely apart. He ran his fingers around and around the sensitive little organ, and saw that, indeed, Mrs Steward was right; the clitoris did retract somewhat into its prepuce during an orgasm.

Let’s see what it does with more orgasms, he wondered, and began licking her and rubbing around her clitoris as fast and as randomly as he could, while Drew kept gasping, moaning, and quivering while he brought her through two more orgasms, one quickly following another. Pushing a finger rapidly in and out of her vagina while sucking hard on her clit brought her to a third crashing orgasm but she was nearing exhaustion now and was screeching with orgasmic release, her entire pelvis was now wracked with spasming and she was trying to close her thighs together but couldn’t.

Drew couldn’t take any more stimulation and cried at Connor to stop.

“Yaaaah Con... Connor...! Aaahh, oh, oh, stop... unhh... ahh ... too sensitive... uuhh... please stoooooppp!”

Connor reluctantly pulled away and let Drew slide bonelessly off his chest onto the bed.

“Ooooohhh... oh, lover... ahhh ... that was ... sooo good...” Drew moaned when she could catch her breath. “You had me so wound up that I couldn’t take care of your gorgeous cock,” she whispered as she closed her hand over his erection.

Connor shivered and moaned as Drew began to stroke him gently at first, then she began a steady, two-handed jacking motion. She raised herself up onto all fours alongside Connor and continued the jacking for another thirty seconds and then, with a moan, she moved her head down and took him into her mouth as deeply as she could, while pressing her tongue against the bulging tube along the bottom of his shaft.

Stopping to catch a breath and releasing his penis, Drew redoubled her sucking efforts while she continued working both hands up and down his shaft below her mouth. Connor began groaning and his pelvis started making involuntary fucking motions when Drew pulled back to lick his cock’s frenulum and started licking and swirling her tongue around its corona. Connor put his hand on the top of her head and began running his fingers through her hair, which she had let grow out to shoulder length. Groaning with the intense sensations coming from his cock, Connor moved his hands over Drew’s shoulders and down her spine to her butt to caress her there.

Connor’s hips began jerking violently when she suddenly began humming as she lashed her tongue over his crown and tickled the frenulum, while using her hands to stroke him. With an anguished moaning growl at his building sensations, Connor finally released.

Drew could feel Connor’s erection quickly begin to bulge and stiffen even more and its underside swelled as Connor grunted, his entire body became rigid, and he suddenly exploded into Drew’s welcoming mouth. The first volley almost surprised her with its force, but the several following hot, pulsing ropes of cum poured out of Connor with far more force as he grunted with each spasm. Then his shuddering jets turned to several soft spasms as his remaining cum oozed out of his cock while Drew gently stroked him and soon Connor once more became aware of his surroundings.

“Holy fuck, lover,” Connor gasped as he caught his breath. “Shit, what an incredible BJ. You were inspired—you must have been horny!”

“You really turned me on tonight, lover,” Drew sighed tiredly. “I’m done.”

They both slept well that night.

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