Ruth and Ryan 2

Stripped For Florida: Ruth and Ryan 2

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RUTH AND RYAN

by Willie B Florida, all rights reserved
comments welcome: williebflorida@gmail.com

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PART TWO

After school the two waited for their parents to pick them up. Usually they would have waited in silence unless one of Ryan's friends stopped by to talk about music, sports or video games. Ruth had been nearly invisible to her classmates, and being stripped seemed to make her only slightly more noticeable. Today their classmates streamed by, ignoring both of them.

Ryan looked over at Ruth. He'd spent the entire day with her, but this was his first chance to get a full view of her naked body. Her body was rounded and curved, but not at all overweight. Her skin was smooth. Ryan wanted to reach out and run his hands over its softness and to feel the firm rounded breasts that swelled up from her chest. He noted the bush of pubic hair and mentally compared it to his own hair that had grown around the base of his penis in the last couple of years. Ruth remained calm during his frank inspection.

"Thank you, Ryan," she spoke softly.

"For what?"

"Being naked with me. I was so scared, but, I totally didn't expect you to . . . join me."

Ryan felt like telling her that it was the last thing on his mind. That his mother and father had forced him. That he was, oh shit, it just hit him. That he was now nude until age 21, all so he could keep Ruth company because, why?

"Of course, Ruth," he said out loud, "I would do anything for you."

Ruth reached out and touched Ryan's hand. She looked out from under her long hair hanging down in tresses around her face and gave him a smile. At that moment Ruth's mother pulled into the parent pick-up lane and came to a stop in front of them.

Ruth nodded and got into the front seat. Ruth's mother bent down to catch Ryan's eye. "Thank you, Ryan. We really appreciate it!"

"Yeah, sure," he nodded.

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Ryan hoped no one would be home yet, but his brother and sister were at the kitchen table eating a snack.

"How was it, stud?" Tanya teased.

"Shit, you're still hard," gaped Mike.

"It was okay. Gotta take a leak." Ryan was frustrated that his siblings were home, but at least his parents were out. He made his way to the bathroom, turned on the shower and pumped his dick as hard and fast as he could manage. He poured conditioner on his hand and slicked himself up and pumped away. He came so hard he had to grasp the handle in the shower stall to keep from falling down in a dead faint. He felt like all the blood in his body were in his still hard penis. He stood there gasping while the water coursed over his body. He washed his hair, soaped down his body, washed his armpits, and still feeling completely frustrated and horny jacked himself off again. A final rinse and he stepped out of the stall and closed the glass door. God, was his dick ever going to be soft again? What was in those pills!? He didn't feel like talking, but he was suddenly starving. So he braved the walk into the kitchen again.

"I'm sorry," apologized Tanya. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm sure you had a hard day."

"Looks like it's still a hard day. Get it," said Mike, "hard, like you're hard?" Mike insisted on explaining his own pun, which was so aggravatingly child-like that Ryan couldn't be mad at him. Tanya's apology was so out of character that his anger at her subsided as well.

"I can't believe I'm stripped, I really can't believe it. It didn't occur to me this morning. I was only thinking about the moment and having to get undressed and facing up to walking into school totally naked. But, do you realize I'm going to be naked until I'm 21 years old! Shit, that's a long time -- and ain't nobody around here naked except me and Ruth!!!"

Mike and Tanya nodded soberly.

"I'm not sure what to say that can make it any better, Ryan," Tanya said, "except, you're my brother and I love you . . . and, in case it matters, even if I am your sister I have to say . . . you look pretty damned good, naked I mean."

Ryan blushed in spite of himself.

"And," Mike added, "you've got a naked girlfriend, too. Shit!"

Ryan didn't contest the girlfriend part this time. Maybe she really was his girlfriend.

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The next few days Ryan slowly got used to being naked at school. The other guys still made jokes, but they were nothing really serious. Ruth was as shy in school as ever, but the other students seemed to be accepting her nudity as just another aspect of her shyness, if that made any sense.

On Thursday, Ryan was waiting with Ruth at parent pick up. By unspoken agreement they waited for their respective moms to come to school at the end of the day. Most everything was unspoken between them as yet.

"Ryan?"

"Yes?"

"My mom said to ask if you want to come to dinner tomorrow. You could come home with me after school."

"Um, sure. I'll ask my mom."

"Okay! Here's my mom. 'Bye."

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Ryan had been to Ruth's house, but that was before. Before they were naked. Before he had let his consciousness broach the topic of girlfriend. Before he'd spent a week with Ruth at his side nearly every minute of the school day. Before.

"Hello Ryan, you're getting bigger." That was Ruth's dad's remark when they walked into the house. It was stated in a gruff no-nonsense manner, so Ryan wasn't sure if it was meant as a welcome, a warning, or double entendre.

Ruth's mom guided them into the kitchen, where they sat at the little kitchen table. Ruth smiled at Ryan and he felt his already erect penis fill with even more blood. His face drained at the same time and he felt a little dizzy. He realized Ruth's mom was speaking, possibly to him, but he had no idea what she was saying. Ryan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them. Ruth's mom was bustling around the kitchen. He felt Ruth's hand on his knee under the table. Almost instantly her mom was right there.

"Here's some milk. I'll have the cookies out of the oven for you in just a moment. So, how's school this year, Ryan?"

School? Was she serious? What's it like to be stripped naked so you're the school spectacle? Maybe Ruth and I will be the school mascots at the next football game!

"Um, fine, thank you."

"Good, good. You've always been such an all around kid. Good at sports, academics, having lots of friends."

Ruth's hand tickled up his leg toward his crotch. He grinned at her.

"Now, now kids, keep your minds on your snack. Here are cookies, hot out of the oven."

So it continued, from snack time all the way through dinner. Ruth's mom appeared to have an acute sense of perception, because every time they got close to an an intentional -- or even accidental -- brush of skin against skin, there she'd be with some suggestion, activity, food, or chit chat. At the end of the evening Ryan's mom came to pick him up.

"Thank you for the dinner. It was really good. Good night Ruth, I'll see you Monday."

"Good night Ryan," with not even a good night peck on the cheek or a hug with a touch of breast.

At school nobody policed them as closely as Ruth's mom, but school was still school. There was an audience of hundreds of kids, and teachers. They were sitting in those uncomfortable metal and plastic chairs that were clearly not designed for nude bodies! Plus, the seats were set just far enough apart that it was nearly impossible to make anything but finger to finger contact during class. You should probably be told now that the days when students had free periods, long lunch breaks, recess or anything like that are long gone. Schools don't want to "waste time" and they certainly don't want to give young people idle moments during which they might get into any type of trouble.

Ryan had dinner a couple more times at Ruth's house, but under the same strict supervision.

Not only was he annoyed, Ryan was frustrated. The more so because of the talk at school.

"Hey man, it must be great having a girlfriend who's already naked."

"Shit, it took me three weeks to get my girl to let me see her boobs. She finally sucked me for the first time this weekend."

"Ryan here must be gettin' it every day! How many times you fuck her every week?"

"Aw come on guys -- you're so crass."

"Easy for you to say, naked dude. You're the one with the hot naked pussy."

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"Mom," Ryan was at home hanging around the kitchen. As usual his dick stood at erect attention. His mother looked down at her son's handsome body and smiled. She was the one who made sure he took his pills each day. "Can Ruth come over for dinner some time?"

"I don't see why not. Why don't you ask her?"

"She says her mom won't let her. Can you invite her, please?"

"You really like her, don't you?"

"Mom. Just invite her, please?"

"Okay, I'll call and see if your girlfriend can come for dinner."

True to her promise, Ryan's mom made the call. She was on the phone for quite a while.

"What was that all about? How come you weren't saying anything? Can she come over?"

"Yes, she'll be dropped off by her mom after school tomorrow."

"Can't she just come with us?"

"Her mom's worried that I won't supervise you well enough. She says she's been keeping a good eye on the two of you."

"I'll say," mumbled Ryan.

"I guess you heard her long set of instructions."

"No . . . "

"Well, to state it briefly, now that the two of you are naked she is concerned that if you're not watched constantly you'll have sex."

"But, mom! That's so unfair. You stripped me! They stripped her! It isn't our fault we're naked. And there's nothing we can do about it now, is there?"

"No, honey. There isn't. Anyway the good news is that Ruth is coming over here. I promised that you wouldn't have sex while the two of you were together this evening."

"Gee, thanks!"

"I would think you would be happy!"

"I am mom, thank you so much. I just don't get why you think we might have sex? I mean, okay, she's my girlfriend, I guess. But, do you really think that's what we're going to do?"

"I'll make a nice dinner for her visit. Do you want me to rent a movie, too?"

"Yeah, that would be great!"

"Good. Why don't you go take a shower before your dad gets home?"

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Things were certainly more relaxed, Ryan thought, at his own house. He could tell his parents were keeping an eye on him, but they managed to ask Ruth questions and engage her in conversation. Tanya and Mike were friendly and laughed and joked with her. After a while Ruth didn't seem as shy as usual. She ran her hand up the hair on his leg and then left it there. Nobody complained.

After dinner Ryan set up the DVD player and went and sat beside Ruth on the couch. Tanya and Mike shared the bean bag chair in the corner. His dad sat in the armchair next to them and when his mom came in from the kitchen she flicked off the lights. Ryan hit the remote and the movie came up. Ruth placed her hand on his thigh. Ryan lost track of the plot of the movie as his mind reeled with thoughts and tingling sensations ran up and down his body. He felt a slight movement on his leg and then Ruth's finger running up the full length of his erect penis. He didn't dare look at her.

He moved his own hand to her leg, but couldn't bring himself to move it any farther. They sat there for what seemed like endless minutes, almost afraid to breathe. The lights went on. Ryan yanked his hand away, but to his surprise Ruth kept her fingers lightly touching his penis.

"Glad you two enjoyed the movie," Ryan's mother smiled at them. "Would you like some ice cream, Ruth?"

"Yes, please."

"I'm sure Ryan wants some. How about you?" she asked her husband.

They all sat and ate ice cream, hands now busy with other things than flirting, until the doorbell rang. Everyone said good-night to Ruth and her mom and they drove off.

"Did you have a good evening, son?" His mother looked at her husband and they laughed. Ryan sat on the couch with a dreamy expression, completely oblivious to their chatter.

END PART TWO

(The End)