Going to School Naked (new 10/17)

[apolloman42]

More! . But seriously, yes please post another for us! What's gonna happen next!?

[neverdoubted]

As a natural born stress-talker, the story poured out of her. Looking out for cars. Climbing the big wooded hill. Tarrying at the edge of the tree line before making up her mind to do through with it. Making a list of personal rules for the day. Finding her way to Ms. Lejune's class. And finally, using the Teacher's Aide Club as an excuse for her lack of clothes.

"I told her I was doing a hazing which she didn't like. But she accepted my offer to volunteer because she needed a figure studies model. She said I was already dressed for the part, other than a pair of go-go boots. But first, she applied this stuff between my legs that made all the hair fall out around my-"

She had no need to include such intimate details as how she lost her pubic hair. But whenever she got nervous or worked up like this, she had a tendency to run her mouth.

Silently vowing to make an effort to be more selective about certain topics, she moved on to describing the studio in the round and the rotating stage where she had stood while the advanced art students captured her nude figure on their canvases. Then how Ms. Lejune wanted to do another pose for an abstract composition.

"She sprayed me all over with something like baby oil but still didn't give me any clothes. So I was still naked, only this time I was laying down with my hands placed right next to my..."

Using her naked body as a visual aid, Mr. Popzecky listened intently to Callie describe the abstract role Ms. Lejune had picked out for her, and which she had been practicing in her bedroom for years: embodying the raw emotion of arousal.

Getting carried away again; Callie went into too much detail. How the boots had kept her pelvis raised to the perfect angle and her legs parted to reveal her glistening petals. The rotating platform bringing her face to face with every gawking painter. Only a thin shroud to keep her wanton expression veiled. The spotlight illuminating her shiny flesh from every angle. That when her fingers made contact with her oily nipples, it made her shudder. And eventually, finding out what it felt like to squeeze her own throbbing, hairless mound.

"I tried to control it that time, I really did. But everything was so slippery and tingly and wet. And it just felt too good to stop. So I didn't stop. And it just kept building and building until-"

With too much enthusiasm, she described her second, even more powerful orgasm of the day right there on the stage in front of the whole class of aspiring artists. Her mouth didn't always know what parts of her internal monologue needed to be spoken and which parts should remain inside. This was why she always chewed on her shirt collar when she got nervous. It was the perfect way to control her blabbermouth. Unfortunately, she didn't have access to either a shirt or a collar.

"Anyway, I don't know why I said all that," she tried to cover with a nervous laugh - plowing ahead with the story before regret could set in.

Once her volunteer duties were complete, Ms. Lejune had given her a smock to wear. But Callie explained how she had left both it and the go-go boots behind when she excused herself from second period early. After all, she hadn't come to school to wear smocks all day. Once again naked, she snuck her way to the gym where she arranged for coach Simmons to find her taking a shower in the boys’ locker room.

"Another hazing excuse, I presume?"

"Not exactly. I guess I was going to, like, seduce him or something. But I chickened out and just straight up told him I was sent by the Teacher's Aide Club. He let me help with their basketball tryouts. But I didn't have any real clothes, so I went to the tryout in the towel he had given me to dry off."

"...seduce him?"

Getting worked up all over again by her own, sordid tale, Callie's eyes glazed over. The muscle memory of those recent events activated her sexual systems as if she were experiencing it all again. Her tightening areolas pushed her nipples into even more prominence on her bulging chest.

She arched her feet so that only her toes were touching the floor. This tilted her pelvis and raised the backs of her legs to keep the contact between her now tingling pussy and the chair to a minimum. But that didn't stop her reproductive muscles from squeezing a fresh serving of lubricating juices out of her blooming peach. It also didn't keep sexy little sounds from slipping into her speech as she talked.

"Mmm, yeah, have you ever heard of Vivienne Vice?" she babbled along to distract her from the powerful sensation growing between her legs, "She's an actress, well actually a character who, umm. In a lot of her movies, she sort of, seduces a lot of guys. Like, everywhere and in every way. Unnh! And I thought it would be fun to...be like her, for once."

"And was it? ...fun?"

"Oh yeah! After the tryout, we hit the showers again, only together this time. And I *Hnnn* I gave him a h-h-helping hand while he washed me really good. While he was washing me, I came so hard I thought I was going to faint!"

"... ... a helping hand?"

Hearing her own sophomoric innuendo repeated back, she tried to focus and explain. But as she raised her gaze to meet his, her eyes didn't make it any higher than the substantial bulge in his neatly pressed, designer slacks.

The naked girl tried to gulp, but found her mouth was dry. Her legs growing even more restless, she squirmed in her seat; rubbing her thighs against each other and trying to get her thoughts back on track without staring at her hunky teacher's obvious erection. But instead of clarifying, she blurted out what she was really thinking.

"I could give you a helping hand, too, if you need one."

When she realized she had said that out loud, her face went stark white.

"I didn't mean-I'm just...a teacher's aide. But not that kind of-I don't..."

Shut up, Callie! JUST SHUT UP!

Callie finally got control of her blabbering tongue and snapped her lips shut before it could make things worse. Helping hand?! Where did that come from? And did she just admit to showering with a coach? She had meant to leave that part out!

This was so embarrassing! She had a strong urge to bury her face in her hands. But because her arms were still trapped by her side, she could only sit there in silence, naked and bound, as the blood rushed back into her cheeks.

After several seconds of palpable silence, he finally spoke.

"By my count, that's only three periods. You're still short by one. Go on."

Anything to shift away from showering with coach Simmons, she talked about receiving the basketball uniform and going outside to walk the track with her best friend - thankfully, a relatively mundane topic.

She described going to the changing room after P.E. class and departing when the C lunch bell rang - Amy in her regular clothes and Callie in nothing. And how she had been making her way alone in the general direction of her trig class but not yet committed to attending because she was afraid of Mrs. Rickard.

"And that's when you...found me."

She didn't want to say "caught" because she didn't want him to think of her as some juvenile delinquent deserving of punishment. Her story complete but sensing that her glowing pussy was on a hair trigger, she fought the urge to squirm under his withering gaze. Eventually, she risked rocking her hips in what she hoped was a subtle adjustment. But deep down she knew that a naked girl cannot conceal even the smallest muscle contraction.

"All right, Callia," he finally said, standing up from the desk he had been leaning against, "you convince me. I suppose you have earned something off the rack as promised."

He made the short walk to the back corner of the class, plucked something off the rack, and came back into focus carrying a black baseball cap. As articles of clothing went, it wasn't even close to what she was hoping for. But as he set it on top of her head and pulled the brim snugly into place low around her temples, she welcomed the anonymity it might provide once the other students arrived.

But just thinking of their impending arrival re-activated her flight instinct which made her arms jerk. Just as she had hoped, telling her story had delayed her student body exhibition for a portion of the class period. But it wasn't enough. And when he did let the other kids in, they were still going to discover a naked and hopelessly bound girl sitting in the front row. Only now, she would be wearing a novelty baseball cap. Grimacing from the pain in her wrists, she resorted to begging again.

"Please, Mr. P-p-p-opzecky, I-I don't think I can do this. Do you have to let them in?"

"Let them in? Why, they're already here, Callia," he answered, plucking another laptop off the equipment rack and booting it up. "Non-Euclidian Geometry is a virtual class."

Callie blinked once. Then again. A...virtual class?

[perseus]

That chapter was incredible! I was hoping Callie would tell some of her story but she told him everything! Even her rules! Admitting her orgasms to a teacher is amazing! I really hope he paid attention to her not being able to masturbate unless a male is watching.

And I really love how he only gave her a cap! That's great! I can't wait to see what he does next with Callie! I'm wondering if the students that are virtual heard what she said too! The wait for the next chapter is going to kill me

[neverdoubted]

That chapter was incredible! I was hoping Callie would tell some of her story but she told him everything! Even her rules! Admitting her orgasms to a teacher is amazing! I really hope he paid attention to her not being able to masturbate unless a male is watching.

And I really love how he only gave her a cap! That's great! I can't wait to see what he does next with Callie! I'm wondering if the students that are virtual heard what she said too! The wait for the next chapter is going to kill me

Today??

[perseus]

That chapter was incredible! I was hoping Callie would tell some of her story but she told him everything! Even her rules! Admitting her orgasms to a teacher is amazing! I really hope he paid attention to her not being able to masturbate unless a male is watching.

And I really love how he only gave her a cap! That's great! I can't wait to see what he does next with Callie! I'm wondering if the students that are virtual heard what she said too! The wait for the next chapter is going to kill me

Today??

Yes please!

[Somebody]

Okay that was hilarious, I love the pacing in this story, and the unpredictability.

[neverdoubted]

For the first time in several minutes, Callie let her shoulders sag. She had never considered that Mr. Popzecky's non-whatever...geometry would be a virtual class. But now that she knew, it all made total sense.

As chairman and the smartest member of the department, who else but him would be qualified to teach the most advanced topics. And the pool of college-bound students interested in subjecting themselves to such mathematical torture would be exceedingly small. He didn't have a regular sized classroom because he didn't need one. And in many cases, it probably made more sense to hold his classes online.

Bracing for the worst, she had bitterly wadded up any remaining hope of preserving her feminine modesty and tossed it into a garbage bin in her mind. But suddenly, that hope was once again worth fostering.

Letting out a much-needed sigh of relief, the naked girl reset her expectations for the rest of her detention.

Ok, this isn't so bad. Still stuck - not good. Still naked - very not good. No boys in the classroom - extremely good! But what about...him? And, wait, what did you say about coach Simmons?!

Just then, her calves started to complain about the task of keeping her privates hovering above the chair. So, as gently as she could, she un-pointed her toes and relaxed the arches of her feet until her bottom came to rest on the chair once more. Even as careful as she was, the room temperature plastic still shocked her overheated pussy lips and made her want to shiver with desire. But at least she was now in a more sustainable seating position.

She didn't have the immediate threat of further exposure from classmates hanging over her pretty little head. But that didn't mean she didn't have things to fret over. Like the sexual confessions she had just made to her teacher. Confessions...and proposition.

Replaying it in her mind, she didn't recall Mr. Popzecky having much of a reaction when she made her vulgar offer. But what teacher in his right mind would accept such an offer from a student - even a naked and willing one? Maybe it was his way of graciously turning down yet another foolish and hopelessly horny schoolgirl. Or maybe he hadn't interpreted it in a sexual way at all. She had felt so juvenile at the time when the phrase slipped out, but having called it a "helping hand" might now work in her favor.

She looked up just in time to see Mr. Popzecky tap out one last command on the keyboard of the second laptop he had opened. When he saw her watching him, he raised his eyebrows and smiled then spung the laptop around and plopped it onto her desk.

"So you can follow along," he explained. Turning back to the tech cart, he began unpacking another piece of equipment in earnest.

Leaning back from the screen as far as possible, she eyed this instrument of instruction with wary eyes. Of course, she knew virtual classes involved laptops. And Mr. Popzecky had told her that he expected her to audit the lesson as a guest student. But for some reason, she hadn't put the two together. Recovering from her initial shock, she squinted in haste to make out the words printed on the screen.

VIRTUAL CLASSROOM: E19
INSTRUCTOR: NPOPZECKY
STUDENT ACCOUNT: LYANG
ATTENDEES IN WAITING ROOM: 20
HOST MESSAGE: Class will be begin shortly. Stand by.

Darting around in search of more information, her eyes landed on the little black circle sitting just above the top edge of the frame and the fine hairs on her forearms went stiff. A webcam! In a flash, she scrambled out of her chair and dove for cover before the cursed thing could turn on and begin broadcasting her bare chest across the web. At least, she tried to. But there would be no scrambling or diving as long as her arms were still zip-tied to either side of the desk.

Tensing her shoulders once more, she focused her energy on defeating this new threat of humiliation. The fact that she couldn't see any of the other students yet was a good sign. But the number 20 loomed large in her vision. Nineteen other students were on the precipice of an unexpected, digital peep show of a lifetime.

A loud beep at the front of the room briefly distracted her from the screen, and she saw the other thing Mr. Popzecky had been assembling. It was a meeting robot. Basically, a camera on the end of a tall stick with wheels on the bottom instead of a tripod base. Callie had seen them rolling around the stage at school assemblies for the benefit of remote attendees.

Offering his favorite, nude student a wink, Mr. Popzecky walked to his desk and leaned over the instructor laptop. It's ambulatory motors whirring to life, the robot automatically followed him. The screen of Callie's laptop flashed up a new message.

"GET READY. CLASS STARTING IN 5 SECONDS..."

Callie gasped. Only five seconds? She wasn't even close to ready!

At 5, her blood turned to ice as an existential fear flooded every bone in her beautiful, naked body. There was no time to linger on it. She just had to let it wash over her and endure this new state.

At 4, the muscles in her arms made an involuntary jerk and her wrists paid the price in pain. A last gasp contraction by her protective instinct before surrender. It could not rescue her from this impending humiliation.

At 3, with her wrists stinging, she had to suppress an urgent request from her right arm to reach up and straighten her hair - as if the screen was just the countdown to a cute selfie and not her social downfall. She was wearing a hat and didn't have access to a mirror. So, it wouldn't have made much of a difference anyway. But for a teenage girl, such vain habits as fixing your hair and painting on a pretty smile in front of camera are hard to break.

At 2, she helplessly checked on her bare chest and watched her little round nipples perk up into prominent peaks of pink girl flesh. Her only hope was that they hung low enough to be beyond the camera's capture range. But her young, perky breasts were conspiring against her in that respect.

At 1, she stifled a sob and commanded every muscle in her body to freeze. Then she carefully tilted her head down just far enough that she couldn't see the webcam anymore but could still see the screen. She didn't have any clothes on or any way of covering her chest. But as long as she couldn't see that black circle, it couldn't see her. That way, she could mask her expressions and keep her identity a secret.

At 0, it began.