Going to School Naked (new 10/9)

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And now I'm finally caught up! This story is amazing! I love that she's sticking to the rules! I also love that she decided to not lose her virginity just yet! I can't wait to see how she deals with her next class! I'm hoping eventually no one offers her anything to wear!

Great chapter!

[perseus]

Update soon hopefully? I miss this one

[neverdoubted]

Stand by

[Spathic Swordmaiden]

It is quite nice to see a ENF protagonist who is buxom for her age, even if she iss only a mere C-cup. It is wonderful to see my fellow early bloomers receiving representation in such stories when flat chest shaming feels like such a low hanging fruit without much basis in reality. I enjoy the angle of her gaining confidence from this exhibitionist stunt she is pulling. It is embarrassing but she is clearly benefiting from it. You avoided several low hanging fruits in ENF stories and I find that impressive and admirable. Your effort is not going unappreciated I assure you.

[neverdoubted]

Returning to her senses slowly, Callie became aware of hot water drops pricking her skin. She was panting like she had just finished a sprint. Her legs were splayed and useless. Yet, she was still upright somehow.

"You ok, darlin'," came a voice.

Her eyes opened and focused as best they could without glasses. Coach Simmons had one hand wrapped around her torso cradling her breast. The other was pressed against her abdomen; holding her bottom against his thigh and keeping her from melting to the floor in a puddle following her pleasurable release.

"I...yeah," she answered, shakily.

Engaging her legs, she managed to stand on her own and he let go of her. That's when she noticed her right hand was still wrapped around his penis. Shyly, she let it go. And it flagged to hang between his legs. Because they must have reached their peaks at the same time, she had missed his.

The clanging school bell invaded their secret tryst just then, and reality came crashing back in. He turned off the spigot and gave her plump bottom one last pat before stepping out of the shower.

"I'll be in my office," he said, shaking a few lingering droplets free. Then he disappeared into the hallway.

Callie tried to re-engage her brain and process what had just happened. A line of milky white semen dripping down the tiled wall prompted her to open her right palm and stare at it in disbelief. Only vaguely could she recall the sensation of Coach Simmons thrusting his turgid cock over and over through her lightly closed fist. She had long wondered what an erect penis would feel like - especially while it was cumming. But having been so distracted by her own pleasure, she regretted that she couldn't remember the moment more clearly.

She couldn't blame him for taking off so quickly. For all she knew, he had important duties to perform. When it came to attendance, a student could slip through the cracks. But if a teacher did not report to class as scheduled, it would draw attention. He was probably making sure no one came snooping and caught him showering with a student.

Taking the towel off the hook, she walked across the room to wipe down the mirror. She hardly recognized the shiny girl staring back at her. Despite two showers, Ms. Lejune's mineral oil had stubbornly refused to wash off. And the basketball tryout had got blood circulating which added a sporty sheen to the surface of her young, healthy skin. Then there was the post-orgasmic glow.

She had just experienced, by far, the best orgasm of her life. Even now, little jolts of pleasure were still zapping their way up and down inside her. She had naively thought nothing could top her other one. But now, after two monumental orgasms in one day, she-wait...only two?

Callie laughed aloud - her joyous giggle echoing off the bare walls. How could she have forgotten? She had already had three orgasms today, not two. The first had been in the grass just a few blocks from home and fueled by the thrilling decision to walk to school naked. Oh, how long ago that seemed! The second had also come at her own hand, masturbating for Derek and the rest of the Advanced Art students while they intently captured the climactic moment in charcoal.

But the third, and most mind-blowing, was all thanks to Coach Simmons. How could she ever again be satisfied with solo masturbation when she now knew what it felt like to cum by someone else's hand?

Patting herself dry, she stopped to admire her bulging chest and recalled the only comment he had made about her appearance.

"My God, what a rack!"

Too shy and self-conscious to ever make a splash, the old Callie had only ever faded into the droll, beige background of life. There were just too many parts of her that she wasn't comfortable sharing with the world.

A C-cup at sixteen, she considered her breasts too big for her frame. Amy, the only other person she would dare to let see her in her underwear, was a respectable B-cup. Callie considered that the perfect size and expressed envy that she had to resort to baggy clothes to hide her unsightly swells.

"Are you kidding me, girl?" Amy had responded in disbelief, "I would trade chests with you in an instant!"

At the time, Callie had responded by making a face of disgust and dismissing the comment. But now, a smile washing over her as she recalled the conversation, she adjusted her posture and saw herself anew. Her breasts were indeed big, but taut and firm. Jumping up and down where she stood could not dislodge them from their lofty position on her chest. In fact, they barely jiggled. In her petite hands, they had always felt huge and unmanageable. But Coach Simmons had handled them with ease.

The bulges on her chest weren't the only curves on her naked body which she now saw in a new light. After all, her figure was a work of art, worthy of being studied and painted. And even with a towel on, she had given every boy in the freshman basketball tryout a massive boner. And it was her body that had lured Coach Simmons into sharing an intimate shower with her.

She had a newfound confidence - one which she never would have discovered without obeying the thrill. Each step she took outside her house had been a step outside her comfort zone. And the thrill had rewarded her with heights of pleasure she did not know were possible before. For all she knew, she had only scratched the surface of her sexual capacity. There was no telling how much pleasure her body could actually produce.

Speaking of pleasure, despite already achieving three glorious orgasms in one morning, she remained as horny as she had ever been. One thing she was quickly learning about surrendering to the thrill; its appetite was insatiable.

While Coach Simmons was fingering her to her most recent peak, her muscles had all greatly relaxed as endorphins and other stimulating hormones flooded her system. But the much-needed relief between her legs had only lasted a few minutes. She could already feel the muscles behind her pussy clenching uncomfortably tight over nothing again. Until she figured out how to scratch that particular itch, she feared she would have that constant ache in her virgin loins.

Once her skin was dry, and with everything appearing to be physically in order, the naked girl got down to the business of plotting her next move. Ironically, P.E. was her next scheduled class - but with a different teacher than Coach Simmons. Amy was in that class, and they usually just walked around the track that encircled the football field. It would be a great chance to catch up with her best friend.

There was only one problem. She didn't have anything to wear to class. By her own rules, she couldn't change into her P.E. uniform or put anything else on without it being granted to her by a teacher. In fact, since the bell had signaled the official end of third period, she wasn't even allowed to use this towel as covering any longer. Using the toilet to empty her bladder, she used the towel to finish rubbing her hair as dry as possible, then wrapped it into a turban around her head.

Nude from her ears down to her toes except the bit of shoelace she had tied around her ankle in case she needed to make another ponytail, her nudity was stark. But channeling her inner Vivienne Vice, she sauntered down the hallway with pride. Maybe she could persuade Coach Simmons into a round two. Or at least she could give him one last, thrilling exhibition - something to remember her by.

Wearing nothing but newfound confidence, the squeaky clean, horny teen rounded the corner and stepped through the back doorway of the P.E. office to find her shower buddy crouched on the other side of the big, metal desk. He was a little blurry from this distance, but it looked like he had put on a white tee shirt.

"Oh, Coach," she said, her singsong voice coated in a sensuality and playfulness that would make Vivienne proud, "I was just wondering if there was any other way I could service you. Anything at a-"

Callie's voice caught in her throat as the figure raised his head and stood up, and she sensed something wasn't right. ...that wasn't Coach Simmons. She squinted, then her eyes bulged. It was a boy! And not just any boy. It was the mini-Greek god himself - Ewett's younger brother!

He had apparently been trying to pick up the orange cones from around the room that Callie had spilled earlier. But as soon as he saw the gorgeous vixen wearing nothing but a towel on her head and a sexy smile, his eyes went round as circles and he dropped the tower. As it hit the ground, cones went flying in every direction for a second time.

Callie's face turned beet red as her sensible side screamed instructions at her.

"Run! Cover up! Don't let him see you! DO SOMETHING!"

But she was frozen. She hadn't prepared herself for the possibility that there might be anyone else but Coach Simmons in his own office.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were here," the boy said, recovering first.

How was he able to remain so calm? Probably because he wasn't the naked one in this encounter.

"I'm Stavros," he added, with a friendly wave, "Stavros Kastaros."

"I'm Callll----," Callie started to answer, but snapped her mouth shut and swallowed her words. Coach Simmons had introduced her earlier as "Benson". She had almost revealed her true identity!

He waited politely for her to finish her introduction. But when nothing else was offered, they just stared at each other in awkward silence.

She could tell he was trying to be a gentleman and maintain eye contact with her. But every few seconds, his teenage hormones defeated his willpower and altered his gaze. He kept glancing down to commit to memory the magnificent sight of her completely bared chest, the shape of her breasts, the shade of her nipples. He would snap his eyes back up to hers only to give in to temptation a few seconds later and steal a glance at the juicy folds of her shimmering womanhood.

When it became clear she wasn't going to say anything else, he finished her introduction for her.

"You're called Benson, right? You, uh, did great with the tryout."

Callie croaked out a "thanks” but couldn't say anything more. She was too busy suppressing her sense of modesty and tuning out the frantic voice in her head that was screaming at her to flee. Every time the boy's eyes landed somewhere on her body, she had to fight an overwhelming urge to hide that place and recover her modesty.

Her engorged pussy lips were plump and pink and she was sure that her pounding heart was making the perky round caps on her breasts quiver. But her rules for the day forbid covering up in the presence of a man. She managed to get her twitchy hands clasped behind her back which gave her one less thing to wrestle with. Now if she could just get her nerves under control.

"So, are you like an assistant coach or something?" he asked.

She was able to answer this time, "not really. I'm just helping out for the day." She had swaggered in with a sexy, playful message for Coach Simmons. Now her trembling voice sounded so shaky and bashful. Her newfound confidence had abandoned her in the blink of an eye.

"That's too bad," he replied, "I would love to see more of you."

His comment made her somehow blush even harder. He could already see every part of her. How much more was there?

Motivated to continue the conversation as long as possible, he kept going. "I'm spending fourth period helping Coach go over the player scores and make the teams. A-a-anyway, you did a great job. Really showed some nice handles out there."

What a weird thing to say. What did he mean? It didn't register that he was complimenting her dribbling skills. The only handles she knew were the ones on her body. Like her hips which Coach Simmons had used as handles to position her just so for easy access. And her breasts which he had found to be the perfect size and shape for his hands to squeeze and explore. Or when he had spread her legs and clasped his hand over her pussy mound to both hold her up and give her an intimate massage.

Just thinking about it made Callie feel warm all over. Her eyes glazing over, she dropped her gaze down Stavros' body to the very noticeable tent in his shorts.

"Mmm," she answered with a dreamy smile, "I like your handle, too."

Callie snapped out of her daze with a blink. Had she said that out loud?! Raising her eyes, she saw a look of shock on the boy's face.

"I-I, I didn't mean," she scrambled to clarify, "I wasn't talking about..."

But she had been talking about his penis. What else could she say? Flustered and nerve wracked, the naked girl shut her mouth and let an awkward silence fill the void. Stavros cleared his throat and crossed his hands in front of his shorts for added modesty.

Callie looked on with jealousy. It wasn't fair! Girls generally had an easier time hiding their arousal. But not this time. With him clothed and her completely naked, he could see everything. The flush spreading down her neck and onto her upper chest. Her nipples sticking out like little pink eraser tips. The subtle squirm of her bare hips and the winking flex of her bald pussy lips. Any part of her horny virgin body that he wanted to study, he only had to shift his eyes.

Though his hands were now blocking a clear view of it, her eyes kept darting down to his bulge. Coach Simmons had been too big. But surely a freshman boy would be just the right size to reach that itch she desperately needed scratched without hurting her. Surely, he could see how badly she needed help. How badly she needed him to use his...!

Callie bit her lip and swallowed a grunt.

"Are...are you ok?" he asked. She got carried away by her fantasy and he had noticed her body's arousal response! In times of stress, she had to fight to keep her blabbermouth in check.

"No, I am absolutely not ok," she almost blurted out, "I'm standing naked in front of a cute boy I just met. I'm so horny I can't stand it. My nipples are so tight it hurts and there's a knot deep in my pussy that I can't reach and don't know how to fix. I'm a virgin but I just gave my very first hand job and I can't stop thinking about it even though I barely remember. I can't stop looking at that tent in your shorts. I just want to tear your clothes off and...take a shower with you!"

A powerful wave of arousal washing over her caused her pussy to clench even tighter. Gripping her wrists tightly behind her back, she dug her fingernails into her forearms and waited for the sensation to pass. When it didn't fade, she squeezed her bare thighs together and answered through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, hnnn...I'm ok."

Though she had patted it dry just minutes earlier, her cute, leaking pussy squeezed out a fresh delivery of moisture - coating her bright, hairless mound and causing it to glow shiny with need. Her entire reproductive system was on stark display and working overtime to advertise its intense desire to reproduce.

"I thought I told you to pick those up," barked Coach Simmons, suddenly barging into the room.

Like he had been caught in the act of something, Stavros jumped out of his stupor and respectfully turned his head away from the erotic vision squirming in obvious need before him.

"Oh, sorry," he replied - crouching down to quickly gather the scattered cones back into a stack.

"Is he bothering you, Benson," the bemused coach asked.

Callie was bothered, all right. Hot and bothered. But too ashamed to admit it, she shook her head no.

"I see you've finished your shower," he noted with a wink, "guess you'll be wanting to get dressed."

With a wave of his hand, he offered to accompany her back to the regular locker room where he assumed she had left her clothes. Callie followed, but only in the hopes that the walk would give her a chance to get her arousal under control.

Setting the tower of cones on top of the desk, Stavros followed as well. As long as there was a gorgeous, naked girl walking around, he wasn't going to let her out of his sights!

The two students walked side-by-side behind their coach. With her hands still behind her back, Callie tried to walk softly to keep her breasts from jiggling too much. But the tightness inside her loins turned her paces back into a waddle. She could see Stavros watching her walk out of his periphery. His eyes were glued to her pretty pink nipples which bounced up and down with every halting footfall.

"God-damnit," Coach Simmons cursed when they got to the general shower area on the far side of the locker room and saw no sign of the naked girl's clothes. "This is where you left them, right?"

Callie didn't answer. She was too embarrassed to admit, especially in front of a fellow student, that she didn't have any clothes. That she had come to school naked.

Assuming someone had stolen them, Coach Simmons swore that the thief would be found and that she could come back on Monday and retrieve her missing clothes. Then he turned to the bank of lockers on the far wall. Opening one containing folded stacks of intramural basketball uniforms, he pulled out the top one and handed it to the naked girl without ceremony.

"Come on, Kastaros," he said, "scrape your jaw off the floor. We've got paperwork."

As he walked past, Coach Simmons dismissed the naked girl with a sharp smack on the plumpest part of her bottom. A job well done. And with this peep show seeming to be coming to an end, Stavros took in her glorious exhibition one last time before following his coach back to the office.

Callie stared in disbelief at the precious fabric now in her grasp. Even if she wasn't required to leave her turban behind and turned it back into a wrap, she couldn't exactly spend the rest of her school day in nothing but a towel.

Grateful beyond belief for the valuable gift Coach Simmons had just given her, she scrambled to put it on - savoring the sensation of actual fabric sliding into place over her bare skin.

Right on cue, the bell signaling the start of fourth period rang out. Despite leaving the house with nothing on, she had, against all odds, reached the midpoint of her day.

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Absolutely fantastic chapter! I really love casual nudity so for me this was one of the hottest chapters so far! I love how confident Callie was until she saw it was a fellow student! And her keeping her hands behind her back is so GOOD!! I'm a little sad her coach gave her something but I'm really hoping it won't cover much! I can't wait to see what he gave her!

Please don't make us wait long! I LOVE this story!

[neverdoubted]

Absolutely fantastic chapter! I really love casual nudity so for me this was one of the hottest chapters so far! I love how confident Callie was until she saw it was a fellow student! And her keeping her hands behind her back is so GOOD!! I'm a little sad her coach gave her something but I'm really hoping it won't cover much! I can't wait to see what he gave her!

Please don't make us wait long! I LOVE this story!

Sure, why not!

[neverdoubted]

With her organizational skills fully engaged, Callie had worked her schedule to perfection. She had volunteered as an aide for Ms. Lejune so that she could already be in the art classroom for second period. And she had done something similar with third and fourth periods.

Her next scheduled class was not in the same gym as the freshman basketball tryout had been, but she could now easily make her way outside where her usual class would be just starting, only a minute or two late. Not bad for a horny girl with sex on the brain!

She had already engaged in more than enough vigorous exercise for one day - not only chasing balls around the gym for an hour, but also in the shower with Coach Simmons afterwards. Luckily this next class wouldn't be nearly as trying. Made up strictly of non-athletes who were only there for course credit, "Girl's General Physical Education" was little more than a good excuse to get some sunshine and stretch your legs. But most importantly to Callie, because Amy was in the same class, this would be the perfect opportunity to catch up with her best friend. And boy did they have some catching up to do!

Rubbing the sting out of her bottom, she left the boys locker room behind and made her way outside. Cresting the small hill and seeing the football field reminded her of the story Ms. Lejune had shared about when she was Callie's age. This was probably the very same hill where the liberated art teacher had repeatedly fantasized about the entire boys’ track team ravishing her, Callie had to think about something else to keep her already excitable imagination at bay.

As soon as she passed through the open gate and stepped onto the track encircling the football field, her best friend came running up to greet her.

"CALLIIIEEEEEE," Amy squealed, "girl, we have so much to talk about. Look...at...this!"

Because she had left her phone at home, Callie hadn't kept up with the school's digital scene. On her own phone, Amy started swiping over recent posts on various social platforms - talking excitedly and shoving comment sections in Callie's face. But without her glasses, Callie had trouble focusing. It didn't help that Amy was so animated and wouldn't hold the phone still.

"Just tell me what they're saying about it," Callie brushed the phone away. She didn't need to read the comments to guess that everyone was probably laughing at some ugly, pathetic, attention whore Junior named Callie Hennerson who had committed social suicide by coming to school naked.

But Amy just blinked in confusion. "...saying about what?"

"The paintings," Callie answered, getting right to the point and bracing for the worst, "it's bad, isn't it?"

She had fled the room just as Ms. Lejune was pulling back the curtain on her shameful exhibition. She couldn't bear to be there as the other students connected the naked, oiled up model on the easels of the art studio to the squirming girl in their class wearing the very same, distinct pair of shiny black go-go boots. Snapshots of her nude, painted figure were probably circulating all over the school and beyond by now.

"Oh those?" Amy scoffed, dismissively, "that was nothing. You made such a scene charging out of there with half your booty hanging out of that smock that everyone was looking at you. Don't worry, I just told them that you weren't feeling well. Ms. Lejune closed the curtain right after that. I don't think anyone even got a chance to look at the paintings." Then, seeming to notice Callie's current outfit for the first time, she added, "What’s with the jersey, champ?"

The comment drew unwanted attention from other students on the track. The baggy shorts and generic, reversible jersey were something Callie would never normally wear. Never mind the fact that she was barefoot and anything more than small, careful steps made her breasts jiggle and betray the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Forget the jersey," Callie hissed, motioning for her friend to lower her voice and crossing her arms over her chest, "just tell me the news. What are you hearing?"

Amy remained animated but did lower her voice.

"Ok, Chad Vyre has been telling anyone and everyone that a smoking hot girl posed for his art class this morning...buck naked! He swears it was one of the cheerleaders, but she had a veil on, so he couldn't tell which one. Derek Pennbry and a couple of other students were also in that class and confirmed Chad's story about the mysterious, nude model. But Derek says it wasn't a cheerleader. He claims to know who it is, but he's not telling."

Amy winked and gave Callie a knowing nudge. Chad did witness her debut as a nude figure studies model. But he had gotten kicked out of the class part way through for trying to snap a picture of her with his phone. He had missed Callie's second act where she was laid flat, splayed out, oiled up, and encouraged to play the role of ecstasy in the flesh. Her veil had slipped then, right at the end of her spectacular performance, and she suspected that Derek had recognized her. Callie was grateful for the honorable boy choosing to keep her identity a secret.

Amy was already swiping to another thread. "Look at this. A bunch of freshman boys are claiming that some hottie named 'Benson' showed up to help at the intramural basketball tryouts in nothing but a skimpy towel. They know she was naked underneath because the towel slipped more than once! Nobody knows who it was for sure, but the leading theory is that she's a foreign exchange student who thought people still attended gym class in the nude like ancient Greeks. Apparently, she didn't talk much."

"Others are guessing that she was Coach Simmons' girlfriend - like that makes any sense. One kid supposedly saw her walking around the P.E. offices afterward, completely naked with the towel on her head."

Callie's steps stumbled a little. When Amy noticed the blush forming on her friend's face, her eyes bulged.

"Oh...my...God, Callie. THAT WAS YOU?!"

They had to walk in silence for a couple of minutes because Amy's astonished outburst drew unwanted attention. Once the heat was off, and with her volume under control this time, Amy hooked her arm around Callie's elbow and leaned in close. "Ok, girl, you have some explaining to do. What happened after you left Art? Start talking."

Callie started talking. Her story was so salacious and personal that she never got louder than a whisper and only spoke if she was sure that no one else walking the track was close enough to eavesdrop. She talked about taking off her boots and smock and walking down the hall in the buff after first period Art and went from there.

Amy hung on her every word. And her jaw dropped when Callie got to the part where she was standing under the shower in the boys’ locker room waiting for someone to discover her. Equal parts scandalized and fascinated, Amy was living vicariously through Callie's tantalizing tale about what it's like for a girl to navigate a school day without any clothes on.

Callie went on to describe Coach Simmons finding her, watching her shower for a little while then offering her a towel. She stopped there and explained her own rules for the day. She wasn't allowed to cover up in the presence of a boy or man. She couldn't hide out in girls only places. She wasn't allowed to ask anyone for clothes. She could accept them when offered but had to leave behind anything she was wearing at the end of each period. Having to contend with her nudity every period anew was part of the challenge and, she bashfully admitted, part of the thrill.

Amy now understood how Callie had ended up helping with the freshman tryout in nothing but a skimpy towel. That's the only thing Coach Simmons had given her. And Callie explained the name mix-up and how the gruff coach started calling her "Benson" in front of all the boys.

But she skipped over a lot of what happened after the tryout. Amy was her best friend, and they shared many things. But she wasn't ready to talk about showering with a grown man and in the process giving him a hand job - her very first.

The biggest thing she conveniently left out of her story was the rule she had made that forbid her from playing with herself for the rest of the day. It was such a degrading rule, and she feared what a staunch feminist like Amy would think of it - denying your own ultimate pleasure unless a man or boy was also there to witness the ecstasy. But though she kept that rule a secret from Amy, it was still very much in the forefront of her mind.

Arousal had been her ever-present companion since the start of her day. And the explosive orgasm Coach Simmons had gifted her still reverberated in the form of pleasurable aftershocks. But for a little while, at least, she kept it in check.

Because the cafeteria wasn't big enough to accommodate all the students at once, fourth period was actually divided into three smaller time blocks. The girls walked the track for the first two blocks and made their way back to the school in time for their regularly scheduled lunch period. That's when Callie broke the news that she wouldn't be joining her friend for lunch.

The cafeteria was usually a madhouse, and Callie wasn't about to go near it. Rather, she planned to make the lunch schedule arrangement work in her favor. For the next few minutes, about a third of the school - some entire wings - were completely vacant. This was a crucial benefit for a horny girl trying to navigate the halls without any clothes on.

Their P.E. teacher had, as usual, disappeared to the teacher’s lounge soon after taking attendance. She didn't take that class seriously and wasn't strict about following the schedule as long as no one made trouble for her. Most of the girls headed straight to the cafeteria as soon as they got back inside the building. A few who had changed into workout clothes to walk the track stopped by the general P.E. locker room which was really just a changing room with cubbies. They gradually trailed out until it was just Amy and Callie left. And at the sound of the overhead tone, Amy perked up.

"So, uh, that's the bell," she smirked, nodding toward Callie's clothes, "aren't you going to - I mean, don't you have to..."

"Oh yeah," Callie stood, pretending like she had forgotten.

Amy watched in fascination as her best friend fumbled with the tie in her elastic waistband. By the rules she had burdened herself with at the start of the day, she could only wear the uniform that Coach Simmons had given her until the end of fourth period.

After lowering the shorts to the ground and stepping out of them, she lifted the jersey over her head and dropped it into the same pile. Without anything else to remove, stripping naked was as simple as that.

Callie wasn't normally shy in front of her closest friend. They had both been naked around each other before. But she did feel a little self-conscious, given the circumstances. The bemused smile on Amy's face wasn't helping matters.

"Oh my God, you really are - what's the word? ...dilapidated!"

That didn't sound right to Callie, but she nodded anyway, standing still so her gawking friend could get a clear look at her smooth, utterly hairless sex. They were both so mild-mannered; neither ever doing anything risky or even out of character. But she could see the wheels turning in Amy's head, her best friend still living vicariously through her ongoing erotic adventures.

"So, uh...what comes next," Amy said - asking the obvious question.

Callie cast a wistful look at the discarded clothes on the floor. It had been nice not having to worry about her indecent exposure for a little while. Now that she was naked again and facing an uncertain fate, the uncontrollable jitteriness of her arm and leg muscles returned with a vengeance. It was the same as leaving her house and taking those first few, nude steps down her driveway.

Amy was not just a friend; she was also a student. So according to Callie's own rules, if Amy offered the clothes back to her, she would be allowed to wear them for another class period. She just couldn't outright ask for them.

"You ought to just dump those stupid rules," her sensible side grumbled, "you finally had a good thing going with that jersey and now you're back to being stubborn and careless - not that you ever listen to me anymore."

If Amy had gotten the hint, Callie would have been hard pressed to turn down such an offer. But Amy just stood there with a stupid grin - waiting to see the unclothed girl was going to do for her next trick.

Forcing herself to turn the page and face facts, the trembling teen turned her back on the clothes and plotted her next move. What did come next for her? In the back of her mind, she had already been wondering that same question. How was she going to survive the rest of her naked school day?

"Well," she began, shakily, "I can't exactly go to class."

Amy offered a solemn nod. Callie had Trigonometry for fifth period. And her teacher, Mrs. Rickard, was a notorious hard ass. The serious woman would not take kindly to a naked girl showing up and disrupting her noble lecture on the nature of sines and cosines.

"But you aren't allowed to stay here either, right?"

Now it was Callie turn to nod. Lingering in this changing room would be the same as hiding out. That was against her rules for the day. Putting on a brave face, she said, "I guess I'll have to figure it out along the way."

But as the naked girl took her first step toward the exit, the arousal which she had been successfully tamping down while walking the track came flooding back.

Oh, how quickly she had forgotten! The heart-pounding sensation of charging headlong into an uncertain fate in search of priceless rewards. The nerve-wracking challenge of navigating the halls of her own school in nothing but her birthday suit. The unspeakable thrill of unlocking the sexual mysteries hidden within her own body and awakening them, one by one.

As the squeezing knot in her abdomen began to throb, Callie staggered and let out a soft grunt. Her cheeks grew hot. Given no outlet, the surging arousal would gather within her lower tummy; filling her biological balloon until she couldn't take it anymore. Had she been alone, she would have been tempted to give into her baser desires right then and there. She knew how to pop that balloon, of course. It would only take a little manual encouragement to make all that writhing pressure within her come rushing out in one, spectacular proclamation.

But such self-stimulation was also against the rules. So, she reached for the wall to steady herself instead.

"Woah," exclaimed Amy, "talk about a hot flash! You ok, girl?"

"I think I just turned around too fast," she lied through gritted teeth, "I'm fine now."

But her rapidly stiffening nipples told a different story. She wanted to wait there for the powerful surge to pass. But she knew from experience by now that it wasn't going anywhere and would only continue to grow. She forced herself to let go of the wall and stand up on wobbly legs before things got out of hand.

"Well, better get going," she said, painting a strained smile on her flushed face. Waddling the rest of the way to the exit, she peeked out the door to make sure the coast was clear before turning back to give her flabbergasted friend one last look.

"I can't believe you're actually doing this," Amy said with a shake of her head. As Callie was disappearing through the door, she called out, "If I don't see you, message me as soon as you get home."

Callie heard but was too focused on keeping her feet moving to acknowledge. In a mode where one careless step, one lapse in focus, could lead to utter humiliation, she had to keep her senses tuned and her concentration on what lay ahead of her.

[flyingmonk]

Don't stop now

[neverdoubted]

Don't stop now

tomorrow