Charter School

The basic premise, was that clothing is a distraction, and causes sexual tension. If students all see each other naked from day one, any sexual charge that may have existed quickly neutralizes. It should probably be like that in routine society also, but for the most part, it is not. For instance Americans are amazed by European beaches, where women go topless. Yet, the European men don't go bonkers. They quickly learn that topless women are, well, just women. Anyway... My parents and their friends have always had attitudes that are quite different than the 'norm.' In fact, I had to learn about normal people by watching TV. Evidently, they wear clothes most of the time, and if anyone is ever caught without sufficient clothing, it's a big deal! They often make jokes about nudity, masturbation and sex. I've never understood that. I mean, it's all just part of being human, right? So, my school was sort of like a Montessori school, in that all sixteen kids in my class started together, along with our teacher Mr. Franselle, and we went through the years together. Just like us, Mr. Franselle was naked most of the day. He is a smart man, but doesn't know everything, so we often had guest lecturers. These are members of the community who taught us some of what they know. We had a music teacher who came every Tuesday afternoon. We had visits from the mayor, an auto mechanic, the manager of a bridal shop, a guy who runs an organic grocery, and so on. Some of our guest lecturers wore clothing. When they came, we wore our clothes too. You should have seen us itching and scratching on those days! Some guests didn't wear clothes, and for those, we were more comfortable, too. One speaker was a researcher specializing in sexuality. As I understand it, we already had a much better birds-and-bees lecture than kids in regular schools. She wore no clothes. This person, Dr. Betty Andorra, was about 40 years old, had blond hair prematurely graying, was slim, light skinned, and had large breasts. Like most people I know, her genital area was shaved or lasered. Us kids felt more comfortable when the adults looked like us in that respect. Anyway, she used her own body to demonstrate some things. She walked around the classroom so each of us could get a close look at her clitoris. Not that we all hadn't seen girls' vaginas up close before, but we all were fine with humoring her, letting her think she was teaching us something new. I mean, it was inevitable when we were doing things like phys ed, climbing ropes, doing yoga, and that sort of thing, of course we'd see a girl's asshole, vagina, or whatever up close. And they'd see the guys. And sometimes we'd play - we'd wrestle or what-not, and we'd accidentally, or not so accidentally, grab a girl by her breast, or maybe even put a finger on, or even occasionally in her slit, or even her anus. No one minded, or we just kidded around about it. Similarly, the girls would often end up touching a guy's balls or even holding his penis like a handle. They quickly learned that grabbing our balls too hard hurts. The girls were good about it. They'd never intentionally hurt a guy. All the kids in our class were good, loving kids, and they've all grown up to be good loving people. So what about erections? Yes, of course it happened. Probably not as often as you might think. And no one really reacted in any sort of crazy way. For instance, I remember one day when I got an erection during a stretching period. During a particularly long stretch of sitting, Mr. Franselle would have us stand next to our desks, and do some stretches. On that day, Josine, who was taller than most of the girls, and had almost fully-grown breasts, was in front of me, and we were all instructed to touch our fingertips to our toes. I had the most beautiful view of her asshole, and of course I became erect. Now I understand that most boys would be horrified to be seen in that state. But you've got to remember that we were all naked all day, everyday, and we'd all seen each other with erections, and seen girls show wetness between their legs, and erect nipples, and it was just all part of a normal day. I might have stroked myself a bit, or maybe not. I don't remember. In our class, it would have been fine either way. Mr. Franselle didn't seem to mind. If it was an independent study period, a kid might go to the sofa in the back of the classroom and wank himself real good. Even the girls did that sometimes. But it was totally common for boys to idly pull on their dicks a bit, sometimes erecting, but more often just staying soft. I remember many times talking with girls while their fingers were lightly rubbing their pussies. Something slightly unusual happened that day. Mr. Franselle got an erection, evidently from looking at Dr. Andorra. Oh, we've seen him erect a few times before, but he has always acted completely neutral about it, just letting it eventually subside naturally. Some of the boys got hardons too, but I think they were having a reaction to Mr. Franselle's reaction, if you can imagine that. James started idly stroking his erection during Dr. Andorra's lecture. Shortly thereafter, some of the other boys followed suit, and some of the girls their pussies. Lo and behold, Mr. Franselle started stroking himself also. That's the first time I can recall our teacher actually showing any sign of sexuality. The effect she was having on our class was not lost on the Doctor. She quickly realized we didn't need a lecture on basic sexual instruction - you know, sperm causes pregnancy, use a rubber, avoid STDs and all that, to something more on-topic for our current situation. She started talking about the joys of masturbation. She suggested that we should all masturbate as often as we want, since that prevents excessive horniness, which in turn prevents everything from social embarrassment to unwanted pregnancies. With that, she broke into a demonstration of how she edges herself. I didn't realize it, but many women, just like men, like to ride the edge of orgasm for as long as they can. Before long, we were all edging. Some of the bigger boys eventually broke over the edge and ejaculated on their desks. Mr. Franselle passed out paper towels. Most of us were too young, but we had fun stroking ourselves anyway. At one point, Jason reached out to start rubbing Colleen, but Mr. Franselle was quick to remind us of one of our classroom rules: No one touches another sexually during class. It's been many years since I graduated from William Henderson, went on to regular high school - an uptight, regulated, constricted disappointment by comparison, and on to college. All sixteen of us have stayed in touch to varying degrees. Twelve of us attended a reunion with our spouses and some of our children last year. (Yes, it was a naked reunion.) To this day, especially from my perspective as a practicing clinical psychologist, I realize how well-balanced, and successful all of the students of William Henderson school have become.