Going to School Naked (new 8/23)

[neverdoubted]

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Here ya go

[perseus]

I'm up to chapter 9! This story is incredible! Callie just left the art classroom and I'm so happy she decided to leave the smock behind and not cave in and try to keep it! I'm hoping there will be a chapter where she can't hide anymore and simply has to sit in class naked.

I'm very much looking forward to the next three chapters!

[neverdoubted]

Callie gulped. Was this really happening? After years of fantasizing and thinking about it, was Calliope Anne Hennerson finally on the verge of having real sex? Against all odds, her clumsy seduction attempt had actually worked. Her whole body buzzing with nervous anticipation, she busied herself with the task of collecting the cones like Coach Simmons had asked.

The many small plastic cones which had been used for drills in other stations had been left scattered all around the gym. Without her glasses, she might have struggled to locate them all. But fortunately, their bright orange color made them stand out against the polished wood of the court.

It took a while, but unlike the basketballs which could only be collected one or two at a time, she found that by nesting them, she could carry the whole stack at once. She was grateful for something to keep her trembling hands occupied. If only she could do the same with her racing thoughts.

When she had collected the last one, she carried the tall tower to the locker room but paused just outside. This door was the only thing standing between her and the end of her virginity. Looking down at her chest, she could literally see the outward quiver of her heart pounding beneath her mostly exposed right breast.

"I know you're pretty worked up right now," her conscience pleaded, "but hear me out. Deep down, you know you're not really ready to go all the way. Take the win - go into the girls locker room and take the edge off if you need to. You'll feel a lot better and be able to see things more clearly. It's not too late to call this off."

But entering the girls locker room and playing with herself violated not one, but two of the rules she had set for herself today. And though the deep breath of courage she took was shaky, the voice of opposition inside her had been diminished to the level of a mouse's squeak. When she reached for the other door, the thrill that had been her constant companion since stepping out of her bedroom that morning rewarded her bold decision with surge of arousal which made her pussy throb. This was really happening!!!

The changing cubbies and boys' shower were off to her left. But turning to her right instead, she toddled around the corner that led to the P.E. office. Her bare feet made no sound on the cold, cement floor. The tower of cones she was carrying wobbled precariously but did not fall.

There was a solitary office at the end of the hall. When she stepped into the open doorway, she saw Coach Simmons sitting behind his desk. He had taken his shirt off and was looking at a clipboard. God, did he look hot! His arms were as thick as her legs and his chest rippled with bulging strength. He would be able to lift her off the ground without breaking a sweat. Oh, how exciting that would be!

She could see through a second door behind him and into what looked like another hall. Having never been back here before, she wasn't familiar with this part of the school. It must lead to that private shower he had mentioned.

When he saw her, his already happy smile grew even wider. Setting down the clipboard he stood up to reveal that he had taken off more than just his gym shirt. He was already naked! Callie dropped the tower she had been holding. As it hit the ground, orange cones scattered loudly in all directions.

His chiseled upper physique sat atop a surprisingly narrow waist. He was muscular in places that she had never even considered might have muscles before. But what made her mouth fall open was the long, stiff appendage he was sporting between his legs. And it was pointing straight at her.

There had to be a mistake. His erection was positively huge - at least five inches long and as big around as a hot dog. It was covered in bumps and bulges and had a fleshy, bulbous tip. Like some alien creature come to stalk and devour maidens, it danced in the air with a life of its own.

A wanton maiden herself, she had studied sex extensively enough to gather a thorough, academic understanding of it. She understood that a male sex organ had to be long and stiff by design. Acting on instinct, a male would thrust it over and over deep within his receptive female partner until he had delivered his seed into her fertile womb. She had also poured over the technique of Vivienne Vice's various partners - memorizing their mechanics and taking mental notes of what appeared to be Vivienne's favorite moves and most stimulating positions.

Sexual curiosity and the surging thrill of anticipation kept her from running from the room screaming. But coming face to face with her first actual penis did make her knees turn to jelly. It sure looked a lot bigger and more intimidating in real life than on her phone.

"Don't worry about those," he said about the cones, "I'll get someone to clean them up later."

In a bold move, he came around the desk, removed her towel, and threw it over his shoulder - unwrapping his gorgeous teacher's aide like she was more gift than mere assistant. Callie did not try to stop him. After all, it was his towel, not hers. He had loaned it to her but could take it back whenever he wanted.

Unwilling to break her rule about not covering up, she settled for wrapping her arms around her middle and trying not to stare at his stiff, male appendage. The lively thing bounced and waved in the open space in front of him - just as excited and eager to get started as he was.

"So, this Teacher's Aide Club, is it a...full-service club or are you just looking to get...clean," he asked, as his eyes roamed up and down her sweaty form.

In her solo experiments, Callie had only ever succeeded in comfortably fitting the top joint of her index finger inside her. And that, no deeper than the outer folds of her virgin sex. There was no way something as massive as...that would ever fit without breaking something. She now saw how reckless and crazy it was to try and seduce a full-grown man when she had no prior experience with actual sex. Chickening out of her original plan on the spot, she let out a squeaking, immature giggle.

"Ehee-Uhh, just trying to get clean! ...heh."

"All right," he said, taking the news in stride, "I'll wash your back, and you can wash mine. The shower's this way."

When he turned and disappeared into the second hallway, something about watching her towel walk away made her shiver. It was never hers to keep. She knew he had just loaned it to her. But after wearing it for so long, she had come to depend on it.

Now that it was gone, the thrilling sensation of being naked in the middle of her school came flooding back in full force and frightened her into chasing after her only means of clothing.

The hallway back here in the bowels of the P.E. department was even more stark and boring than usual for a school. There were no colorful posters or announcements of upcoming events. The cinder block walls weren't even painted.

There were a couple of other doors lining the hallway, all closed. But since Coach Simmons was comfortable walking around in the buff - not to mention bringing a naked female student with him into the shower room - Callie assumed he wasn't concerned about anyone disturbing them.

A light drew her to the open door at the end of the hall. A bathroom. It was bigger than his office with a sink and floor-length mirror on one wall. There was also a toilet in the corner. The towel she had been chasing hung on a hook next to the large walk-in shower which was tiled floor to ceiling and took up much of the space. Coach Simmons had already entered it and was waiting for her, naked erect as ever. Realizing her mouth was hanging open, she quickly tore her gaze away from his throbbing masculinity and looked up at his face. He was amused. She blushed at being caught staring at his penis.

"No point in getting shy now, Benson," he winked, turning on the water and motioning for her to join him, "I already know how much you enjoy being wet."

Insecurity and arousal fought for supremacy inside her. It wasn't too late to back out. Beyond this room, the school spread out in every direction like a wide wheel. Nearly her entire world until now. All around her, oblivious students were sleepwalking through yet another, boring Friday. Snoozing through class, going to lunch, making weekend plans. But she had somehow broken free from that monotony and forged a different path. What awaited her inside that shower was a different school...a different kind of learning.

Before she knew it, she was standing in the tiny, tiled space within arm's reach of the naked grinning coach. Using her hips, he gently turned her around so that her back was to him. In the mirror on the opposite wall, she saw a blurry scene straight out of a Vivienne Vice vignette. A sexy, naked young woman stood in a tiled shower. Her attractive nude partner loomed behind her.

The trembling woman moved exactly like Callie did - turning her knees inward and removing the tie holding up her ponytail before going back to hugging her middle nervously. The broad, hulking other shape, which made a striking contrast to the woman's sensual round curves, redirected the shower spigot so that steaming water could cascade over them both. Was this really happening, or was it just another of her sexually charged midnight fantasies?

The man stretched his arms over the woman's shoulders and gently grabbed her wrists. No...not just any woman...her!

"Don't you worry, gorgeous, I'll make sure you get nice and clean all over," he assured her, "as long as you return the favor."

As her arms were lifted above her head, the muscles of her abdomen contracted. Her insides were doing flip-flops, and her belly reacted to the added exposure by flexing taut as she held her breath. Her partner kept lifting her hands until they were high enough to interlock her fingers on top of his head.

With her arms fully extended and angled slightly backward, Callie squinted to gape at the erotic alternate reality scene in the mirror. The woman's arched back caused her impressive, bare breasts to be thrust into the air - offered up for easy access. Her stiff pink nipples pointed directly at the ceiling. So vulnerable and exposed. She was vulnerable and exposed.

The man took a half step forward, and something hot came to rest against the crease of Callie's bottom. Her heart skipped a beat when she identified the foreign object as his turgid erection.

The journey of the cloud of steam creeping across the floor matched the slow journey of his hands down her body. Her brain toggled back and forth between the two sources of extremely intimate contact he had initiated. A real live cock was touching her naked back side! But at the same time, a pair of rough, meaty hands were making their way down the underside of her outstretched arms and past her sensitive armpits.

When he got to her chest, an unintentionally loud grunt of need escaped her lips. No one had ever touched her like this before.

"My God, what a rack," he exclaimed softly to himself as he did not hesitate to sample her upturned glands. His large, meaty grip proved up to the task of manhandling her impressive endowment. Each time his fingertips grazed one of her nipples, she shivered anew and another of the pots of simmering arousal that she had been carefully managing all morning came to a boil.

Dragging one hand over her rib cage and down her taut tummy, his rough palm and calloused fingers explored her impossibly soft flesh. Almost as if he were teasing her, he dropped low enough to give her hairless mound no more than the lightest squeeze before letting go and moving away. He was taking his time and saving her choicest fruit for last.

As he worked his way back up her body, steam coated the mirror and gradually obscured the intimate scene. But it didn't matter because her fluttering eyes had already lost their ability to focus. When his first hand reached her breast again, he pinched her nipple before sending his other one on a similar journey of exploration.

Callie's world shrank as her brain functions failed. She forgot everything else. Going to school naked. The school itself. All sense of time. Even the room she was standing in.

Succumbing to the thrill, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth sagged open as she also lost control of her muscle groups. If her fingers hadn't been laced on top of his head, her arms would have fallen to dangle by her sides. And with her legs wobbling, the only thing keeping her upright was his strong arms exploring her torso and keeping her back side pressed firmly against his cock.

She tried to keep her needy whimpers soft and ladylike. But before long, even the spray of water could not mask her lewd grunts. As long as his hands kept up this alternating pattern, an orgasm was inevitable...and soon.

But then, he suddenly stopped washing and let go of her. Staggering, but with great effort, she barely managed to engage her jelly legs and remain standing. She opened her eyes. The room was filled with a cloud of steam so thick that she couldn't even see the mirror anymore. The scene matched her fog of arousal. She needed to cum so badly! Why had he stopped?

Using the brief break to reposition himself, he stepped forward a little to her right side. This provided ideal access to his bobbing cock. Lowering her right arm, he placed her hand on his genitals. Acting on instinct, her palm clamped over his shaft.

"Ahh, now that's more like it," he said with a big, satisfying sigh.

Even standing beside her, his long arms could still comfortably reach anywhere on her body he pleased. And having given his penis something to keep it company, he resumed exploring her supple flesh with glee.

As he got back down to the business of washing her, the blushing girl held on for dear life. Though she had studied the mechanics extensively and fantasized about it all the time, she had never even touched - much less stroked - a penis in real life. It turns out that, when it comes to hand jobs, watching and doing are two wildly different experiences.

Luckily, Coach Simmons knew exactly what to do. Thrusting his hips repeatedly, he got her petite, inexperienced hand to produce just the kind of friction he was seeking. Even though it wasn't a very big motion, it didn't take him long to start panting in time with his thrusts.

Leaving his left hand, which he had wrapped around behind her, on her tit, he drew his other hand down her stomach. When it stopped on her lower abdomen, Callie sensed the time for teasing her pussy was over. This time was different. This time, her body would receive the satisfaction it so desperately needed.

He nudged her foot with his leg to get her to spread her stance. When she responded, he nudged her again. And again, until she was standing with her feet wider than her shoulders. This would give him plenty of room to explore between her parted thighs.

His large hand clamped down over her bald, overheated pussy mound, and her world shrunk yet again. This was what she needed. This was why she had come here. This was physical education!

As a probing finger landed on her throbbing clitoris, she moaned, and all other thoughts fled. All other sensations dimmed. The school, the room, the water. Even her own extremities, she couldn't feel anymore. Every part of her being was focused down to that finger touching her most sensitive place.

After only one swipe of his probing digit, her legs gave out. Only his strong arms kept her upright. And while his attention was mostly on her, he did not ignore his own pleasure. He continued to buck his hips - sliding his cock back and forth within her grip in time with his strokes.

"Uh-uhh-uh-HHHhuuuunngggh..." was all she could say. She couldn't think. Couldn't move. Only quiver and grunt as he strummed her clitty toward its orgasmic peak.

Like a diver deep below the water but rising quickly, she swam urgently through the murky depths. Her whole body was engaged in bringing her arousal back to the surface. And when it happened, all that pent-up need was expressed at once. She was buffeted by the crest of her shuddering orgasm and carried along by it until, long after it had started, the peak finally broke, and her clamped muscles relaxed. Relief came pouring in as her lungs clamored to breathe in fresh air.