Going to School Naked (new 7/26)

[Somebody]

Very nice! I was wondering where you were going to go with this, I had forgotten all about smocks.

[neverdoubted]

Your stories never fail to impress

Why thank you! I was beginning to think I had missed the boat with this one.

[jojo12026]

ND, no boats missed. I can't wait to see how her school day progresses. She already seems like she is in a hole that she can't get out of. Keep it coming.

[perseus]

I've just been out of town. I can't wait to read this first thing when I'm back! I'm sure it's great!

[ElvenStrider]

so glad to see this resumed. im getting flashbacks to a story by Ewong with a girl naked in school hiding around campus all day. though there she didn't dream of going to an actual class at any point.

[neverdoubted]

so glad to see this resumed. im getting flashbacks to a story by Ewong with a girl naked in school hiding around campus all day. though there she didn't dream of going to an actual class at any point.

I will never do justice to the all-time greats in this genre, but always wanted to try my hand at a pure NIS story. Chalk Callie still thinking she has to go to class up to her naivety. She's used to being such a good student that the idea of playing hooky never crosses her mind. I think it's kinda cute that, in the middle of all this, she's still worried about unexcused absences!

[perseus]

This story keeps getting better and better. NIS is my favorite sub-genre of ENF. It was always hard for me to get into most of the Wagner inspired NIS because it had mixed nudity. I prefer the nudity to go one way, against the girls . This story is right up my alley

[564cdhsBENNIS]

Callie Hennerson,naked art intro Model,assisting the main teacher,with boys who normally irritate her taking such a course,never a better start.

[neverdoubted]

Callie figured out quickly that navigating her usual environment without any clothes demands a particular approach and an extreme level of concentration. Taking slow, deathly silent steps, ducking under windows, and avoiding open doors kept her alert and on edge.

Her arousal kept her on another kind of edge. Every few seconds, the magnitude of standing buck naked in her own high school with hundreds of unsuspecting students in every direction would make her shiver.

Peeking around every corner to make sure the coast was clear before proceeding was the only way to keep from getting caught. But it also slowed her down. With no way to tell time, she only knew that first period was nearly over. Any minute, that school bell would ring and the halls would be flooded with her surprised peers. That terrifying possibility kept her on her toes and moving.

The layout of the school worked in her favor once more. And pretty soon, she was at the entrance to her next adventure - the auxiliary gym.

Regular students were not allowed to use the main gymnasium. It was reserved for real athletes, members of the basketball and volleyball teams. Unless you were on a varsity squad, or one of the lucky cheerleaders who got to stand along the end line during games, you could go your whole high school career without stepping foot on that hallowed court.

While she was in decent physical shape, Callie would hardly be considered an athlete by her peers. Sadly, her athletic career had peaked back in elementary school. She could outlast anybody back then, student or teacher, at one thing: jumping rope.

Her proudest achievement was at the school-wide jumping competition during her fifth year. Blessed with a light frame and springs for legs, a good sense of balance and decent lung capacity, she was equipped with everything she needed to win the competition in a landslide. She beat even the boys and the sixth graders who were a year ahead of her!

Having taken off her glasses for the contest, she stood panting and out of breath, her frizzy black pigtails tousled by the exertion while the results were tallied. A cheer erupted from the stands when her name was called as the winner. Beaming with pride, she flashed the camera a wide smile, not caring that there were gaps where some of her baby teeth had recently fallen out, while the principal lowered a shiny medal over her head - a medal that still hung on her bedroom wall.

The next year, everyone came to the competition expecting Callie to put on a show for the ages and repeat as champion. Unfortunately, something had happened in the intervening twelve months. Two things, to be precise.

Her body had started a major transformation from girl to woman. She was taller, and her chest, which had formerly been flat as a board, now had twin, bulging orbs on it. She tried to compete, but her boobs threw off her center of balance and counteracted her momentum with every hop. She did her best, but felt self-conscious about all the unsightly jiggling her new body was doing. To everyone's surprise, she didn't even finish in the top half of competitors.

Callie was humiliated and demoralized by her pathetic showing. Stepping out of the spotlight, she hung up her jump-rope for good. That was to be the last athletic competition she would ever compete in. Graduating to middle school, she became best friends with Amy; a girl who didn't have a coordinated bone in her body and showed not the slightest interest in sports beyond ridiculing the “dumb jocks”. And just like that, Callie's reputation as an athlete faded into obscurity right along with her one shining moment.

As she reached the auxiliary gym, the naked girl saw a flyer taped to the door. It said something about tryouts, but obviously not meant for her, she paid it little attention. Athletes were always trying out for some team or another, it seemed. Besides, she had other things on her mind - like finding someone to satisfy the maddening ache deep in her virgin loins.

The gym was empty; for how long, she couldn't guess. Crossing it as fast as her wobbly legs would let her, she reached the entrances to the changing rooms on the far side.

The girls' door to her left beckoned her. She felt herself being pulled toward it like a moth to a flame.

"Please, just for a minute," her sensible side petitioned.

It was the only place in the school where a naked girl wouldn't be out of place. A chance to calm her jittery nerves and let her guard down, even for a little while, was so tempting. But that was the problem. Once she was safely inside, would she ever leave again?

She had already settled this debate with her sensible side. No girls’ bathrooms. No girl’s locker rooms. She had made that rule for a reason. Setting her jaw, she turned away from the temptation of the safe door on her left and entered the other one instead.

Not two paces into the room, and Callie's thrill surged within her. As risky behaviors went, this was off the charts. If the girls’ side was the safest place for a naked girl, the boys’ side was the exact opposite. In some ways, it was even more extreme than walking into a classroom. Even with clothes on, girls weren't supposed to be here. It was empty now but would not stay that way forever. How long before she was surrounded by a pack of rowdy boys gathering for their next gym class? A lamb among wolves hungry to devour her.

At the thought, Callie's nipples tightened, and her pussy was squeezed like a vice. With her legs threatening to buckle, she grunted softly and stumbled toward one of the wooden benches. Her body was desperate for her to rub the ache away between her legs. But that was another of her rules for the day. No masturbating unless a boy or male teacher was there to witness it. There were no lucky boys around to help her with her arousal problem. But when a clatter echoed forth from the stock room at the back followed by a sharp curse, she recognized the voice and smiled.

On the way to the gym, she had been working on a loose plan that just so happened to involve the boys' PE teacher. Just like she had done with Ms. Lejune, her plan was to volunteer her services on behalf of the Teacher's Aide Club. There was one big problem with that plan that she hadn't worked out yet. Coach Simmons was a man. How was she going to report for duty to him without any clothes on?

With her nerves tingling and her heart fluttering, she made her feet carry her toward the stockroom and a fateful encounter with coach Simmons.

Passing lockers and cubbies, she came to the shower area. It was a sparse, square, brightly lit room made of gray cement. Shower heads were spaced around the walls and there were drains in the floors. It wasn't unlike prison or army showers represented in popular movies. But when it reminded Callie of her favorite porno, of all things, she blushed.

Knowing that good girls aren’t supposed to watch porn, she had tried so hard to satisfy her body's ravenous sexual appetite the old fashioned way - with racy romance novels, masturbation, and good old imagination. But though she would deny it vehemently if anyone ever asked, she had secretly perused a few forbidden forms of explicit entertainment.

She still had her standards, of course, and felt better about it if the director at least made an effort to cram in a story between the sex scenes. Her favorite series starred a secret agent femme fatale named Vivienne Vice.

In one of the films, Vivienne was tasked with secretly infiltrating a criminal organization to extract secrets from its mastermind, Sterling Strokes, and bring down his nefarious scheme. Forced to hide her identity as a trained killer, she used her gorgeous body, rather than force, to get what she wanted. No man could resist her when she took her clothes off.

To avoid suspicion, Vivienne took a job as an entry level security guard. Her plan was to work her way up from there. Following their first day of guard duty, she returned to the barracks with her fellow henchmen and entered a shower room much like the one Callie was now looking at.

In a steamy sex scene, Vivienne satisfied every man on her squad, sometimes two at a time! The henchmen thought they were taking advantage of her. But with her reputation established as an easy lay, she soon caught the eye of the commander in charge. All part of the plan! Following a night of unspeakably great sex with the commander, another long scene in the movie, she was promoted out of her entry level position.

Near the end of the movie, after Vivienne has sucked and fucked her way up through organization and into Sterling Strokes' inner circle, she finally catches the eye of the mastermind himself and gets invited to spend an evening with him.

Dressed provocatively in a slinky black dress, with bright red lipstick and high heels, Vivienne exits the elevator to Mr. Strokes' skyscraper penthouse. She’s absolutely stunning. He has just returned from a black-tie event in the city and is still wearing his tuxedo. Calmly, he mixes his alluring guest a drink but can't stop glancing at the voluptuous curves beneath her tight dress as she makes her way around the room marveling at his priceless art collection.

Mr. Strokes engages Vivienne in conversation and is impressed by her repartee skills just as much as her looks. A body and brains. Of course, this is all part of Vivienne's seduction plan. As their tête-à-tête grows increasingly suggestive, she turns to face him and sets her drink down. This was always one of Callie's favorite parts.

Taking off her glasses and deftly letting her long, jet-black hair down, Vivienne plucks at the strings holding her dress up around her neck. The slinky material slides freely to the ground; revealing that Vivienne has nothing on underneath it and leaving her buck naked except for her steep, black heels.

In private, Callie had re-enacted that entire scene many times. She would fix her hair and apply her boldest shade of lipstick. Because she didn't own any sexy black dresses, she would improvise with a bed sheet. Wrapping it around her like a toga, she would tie the corners together behind her neck.

"Oh, Mr. Strokes, you keep talking like that and I might start thinking you're dangerous," she would say - reciting the lines in a sultry voice as she pretended to drink her martini.

Walking around her bedroom in her highest heels, she savored the sensation of her breasts wobbling beneath the thin sheet and exciting her nipples.

In the end, she would whip off her glasses and toss her hair free from its sophisticated style. Then, with all the confidence of a professional seductress, she would reach for the knot behind her head. The sensation of the sheet sliding to the floor in a puddle and leaving her naked in nothing but her heels never failed to make her shiver with arousal.

After that, there was one small deviation from the script. While Vivienne got to spend the rest of the night riding Mr. Strokes' cock, Callie would retire to her bed to whimper and moan alone - making love to her hand and playing pretend.

Of course, she could never imagine being so bold in real life. If she were ever in Vivienne's shoes, she would probably have run from the room blushing or giggling. The last thing she would do is reach up and untie her dress in front of a man like that.

But if there was ever a day for living out her fantasies, it was today. If she wanted to convince a man to finally put an end to her virginity by having sex with her, she had to conquer her fears and insecurities. More Vivienne Vice and less Calliope Anne Hennerson.

She didn't have a slinky dress or heels to put on to impress him. But luckily, there were other, more direct ways to seduce a man. Taking a shaky breath, the naked teen altered her course to enter the boys' shower room and step under the nearest spigot. The sound of running water would get coach Simmons' attention. She just had to hope that her courage wouldn't fail her and cause her to chicken out once he came to investigate what was going on.

[Noclothes]

I hope the repost means you're about ready to continue and I hope that after today she just keeps going to school naked it would be nice to see her go to her regular classes