Ruth and Ryan 1

Stripped For Florida: Ruth and Ryan 1

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RUTH AND RYAN

by Willie B Florida, all rights reserved
comments welcome: [email protected]

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PART ONE

Ryan waited his turn to use the bathroom, dashed in for a quick rinse under the shower, brushed his wet hair and wrapped a towel around his waist.

"About time," teased his older sister, squeezing past him into the room.

The morning frenzy to get ready and out of the house was in full swing. With five people in the house and only one bathroom things were tight. Ryan changed into his school uniform and looked at himself in the mirror. He was in 8th grade this year and in his second year at a charter school. The uniform policy was strict: navy blue collared polo with school emblem, khaki pants with dark belt, dark socks, dark lace-up shoes. Girls could choose to wear khaki pants or knee-length khaki skirt. Satisfied with his appearance Ryan scooted out of his room, through the living room and into the kitchen. One rule of the Emerson household was that the whole family sat down to breakfast every single morning. So, in spite of the every school day rush, the three children made sure to get up early enough to be ready in time.

"Good morning, Ryan," his mother greeted him cheerfully.

He sat down and began preparing his cereal, selecting a banana to slice over the top. On one side sat his 17 year old sister, Tanya, dressed primly in a light blue dress. She was taking classes at the community college and would be catching the city bus in half an hour. Ryan's little brother, aged 8, was shoving toast down his mouth and swigging orange juice.

"Mike, could you slow down a little, and chew with your mouth closed," admonished his mother.

Ryan's dad came into the room, adjusting his tie and sitting down at the table. "Good morning everyone!"

"Before everyone heads off for school I've got two announcements to make." Their mother looked around the table and then settled her gaze on her elder son. "These are mostly for Ryan today, but will affect everyone in the family to some degree."

Ryan cocked his head, curious.

"Ruth's mother called last night to tell me that the school psychologist has recommended that she be stripped. Her mother and father have agreed, so I thought you should know." Ruth was Ryan's friend -- maybe even best friend, although she was painfully shy and withdrawn.

"God!" exclaimed Tanya, "I can't imagine Ruth stripped!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Ryan defensively. "You don't think she looks good enough?" He'd actually spent extensive time fantasizing about exactly what Ruth might look like if she ever wore less than a school uniform.

"Ooooh, touchy," replied his sister, "I just mean she's so shy she'd probably die of shame on the spot if someone undid the top button of her blouse -- let alone strip her."

"Does that mean she's going to be naked at school?" inquired Mike.

"I don't know how she's going to handle that," Ryan worried. "I'm not sure this is going to work out very well. You know, the stripping thing is still pretty new around here. I don't think there's anyone else nude in our entire school."

"Which is why," continued his mother, "the school has asked if we would strip you as well. It will make things much more manageable for Ruth."

"What!" yelled Ryan, standing up at the table.

"Don't yell at your mother," admonished his dad.

"You told them 'no' I hope."

"Actually, we told them 'yes.' I need you to get undressed right away so we won't be late for school."

"I'm not going!"

"Ryan, if this were only about you I could understand your attitude, but I thought you cared enough for Ruth to think about this in a less selfish manner. She's already stripped and on the way to school. If you're not there she's going to be facing this alone."

"I can't believe this," muttered the 13-year old, shoving his seat back and leaving the room.

"Get ready quickly," his mother called after him, "we can't be late."

After a few minutes Ryan returned to the table wearing a towel. "No towel," said his father.

"Can't I just wear this for the time being? I'm practically naked -- isn't that what you wanted?" protested the boy.

"Not only will you be naked, but you're going to take these pills. Swallow them down with the rest of your juice -- that's a good boy," soothed his mother. "I know stripping isn't big in Lake City yet, but I hear it's all the fashion to keep stripped boys hard in public."

"Hmm? What?"

"You'll take the pills every morning. That should keep you nice and erect every day during school hours at least. Now hand me that towel and let's get going. Oh, I almost forgot to apply the chip." Ryan's mother reached over to the counter, picked up a small round bandage and applied it behind Ryan's left ear.

"Congratulations son!" spoke his father, "You are now officially stripped!"

"Wow, that was quick," muttered Mike.

"Careful, you might be next -- so no teasing." The children's mother gave a stern look at Ryan's brother and sister.

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As his mother pulled the car into the parent drop-off zone in front of the school Ryan realized that the pills were taking effect.

"Mom, I can't . . . "

"For Ruth, son, for Ruth."

"Gee, mom, you act like she's my girlfriend or something!"

"Well . . . "

"Alright. I'll see you after school, if I survive."

With that, Ryan threw his backpack over his shoulder, raised his head and walked into the school as if he'd done this every day of his life. In reality, he was only the second student to walk through the doors of Alligator Lake Charter School completely naked. Ruth had just walked through those same doors 10 minutes before. She sat in a huddle in a chair behind the front desk, the maximum amount of protection the school had allowed.

"Ryan," said Ms. Peters at the front desk, "your friend will be so happy to see you. I told her she could wait here until you arrived."

"Okay," responded Ryan, coming around to where Ruth sat.

"I'm here Ruth."

The girl looked up. As nervous as she was, as worried as she had been about letting anyone -- and especially Ryan -- see her naked, she had not expected to see Ryan nude and fully erect. She allowed herself just the glimmer of a smile, nothing more than a slight softening of her lips.

"Um, did, are you, how . . . "

"Yes?"

"I guess we should go to homeroom," Ruth finally managed to say.

Whatever the school psychologist, teachers and administrators may have been thinking they were correct about one thing, the presence of two naked students certainly distracted the total focus on Ruth that would have ensued if she had been the only one stripped. The fact that Ryan was fully hard drew a lot of attention away from Ruth, as attractive and pretty a female as she was.

"Boner man!" joshed the guys in the hall.

"Can you see where you're going with that thing blocking the view."

"Shit, I'm bigger than that when I come out of a cold shower."

For Ruth, the day was agony. In truth, her classmates were somewhat in awe of her extreme shyness. They knew almost nothing about her and rarely heard her speak. It wasn't that fun to tease a girl who couldn't even respond with a tinge of anger. She mostly had to endure stares that bored through her skin and attempts to cop a feel. Ryan stayed with her most of the day, except for 5th period when she had advanced math and he had music practice. Otherwise he stayed close and glared at anyone who tried to get too physical.

"That's some weapon, man. What you going to do if I touch her? Huh?"

Ryan kept his cool and simply stared the guy down.

Amazingly, his penis stayed erect the entire school day. After a while he was tired of the dull ache of blood filling his shaft. Get soft, he willed, get soft. But the pills were as effective as intended to be and he got no relief.

Ruth and Ryan had English the last period of the day. The teacher was one of the school administrators and inclined to give the two teens a break after a long day. "Why don't you each write a short journal entry about what today was like," she suggested. "The day I got stripped, or something like that." Ryan grimaced at what he considered gallows humor, but pulled out his composition book and started writing.

END PART ONE

(The End)