Going to School Naked (new 7/26)

[Noclothes]

I apologize I didn't notice the date for that chapter you just posted it LOL thank you

[perseus]

Awesome! I'm so happy to see this story back! I'm going to start from the beginning! I was really enjoying everything about this one so I can't wait to re-read this!

[Somebody]

Hell yeah. She is thinking with her hormones and I love where they're leading her

[neverdoubted]

Callie stood under the shower and tried not to shiver uncontrollably. The water was not the least bit cold - steaming hot, in fact - and it felt good to rinse off some of that baby oil Ms. Lejune had sprayed on her. Her shivering was coming from her flight instinct. Her brain was screaming at her to run and hide before Coach Simmons showed up and caught a girl showering in his locker room.

The hormones coursing through her system were only complicating matters. Her clitoris was throbbing and every time she swiped her hands over her breasts, her nipples begged her to pinch and tease the ache away.

She had watched Vivienne Vice seduce dozens of men - often while taking a shower. On screen, it looked so easy. But having never done it in real life, she was a bundle of nerves. What if Coach Simmons didn't like what he saw? What if she said the wrong thing and he didn't go for it? She could be exposed as a horny clueless teenager. What if he was secretly gay? The art of seduction was not for the faint of heart.

Just then, the fine little hairs on her upper arms stood on end. And somehow, she knew she was being watched. A pit formed in her stomach as she pretended to be oblivious.

Using the water as an excuse, she squeezed her eyes shut and lifted her face toward the spigot. Adjusting her posture to emphasize her most alluring assets, she washed herself in what she hoped was a seductive performance.

Too timid to face what came next, she tarried under the spray longer than necessary. She turned in place over and over, giving her witness a full, three-sixty tour of her glistening body, until a terrifying thought occurred to her - what if the person watching her wasn't Coach Simmons!

Snapping her eyes open, she didn't have to pretend to jump in surprise at seeing the PE coach standing in the entrance watching her shower. But her relief was short-lived, because she was still naked and exposed in the presence of a man.

Callie shut off the spigot and turned to face Coach Simmons. His demeanor was not hard to read. He stood grinning and completely at ease. Finding the smaller, unarmed girl no threat to him, he could relax and enjoy her unclothed state.

"I think you may have made a wrong turn somewhere, missy," he remarked with a smirk. He had a deep, gruff voice which very much fit his occupation.

Having never personally interacted with Coach Simmons before, Callie was intimidated by his good looks and better shape. The thought of his big strong hands scooping her up and exploring every inch of her tingling body made her legs go wobbly and she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.

"You ok, there," he asked, crossing his arms with a chuckle. The stance emphasized the bulging muscles and broad chest beneath his tight tee shirt. Speaking of bulges, he had a prominent one growing in his gym shorts! That alone was enough to make her doubt the wisdom of seducing a full-grown man.

Averting her gaze, she squeezed her thighs together and barely kept from grunting. Looking down at herself, she saw that her baby oil had failed to wash off, and the water from her shower was forming rivulets down her shiny, supple skin. Her wet hair hung in strands and steady drops fell from her prominent, impossibly stiff nipples.

"I'm fine," she promised him, painting on what she hoped was a sporty smile, "I was just hitting the showers before class. The Teacher's Aide Club sent me to help. How can I, uh, be of service...to you?"

That last part was originally conceived as a sexy overture, but she had butchered it. Vivienne Vice had chosen the worst possible moment to abandon her. Now, she was just some silly, wet, foolish, shiny, hopelessly horny student struggling to survive another naked encounter with a teacher.

"You're gonna help with the tryout?"

Callie gave him as confident a nod as she could summon and finally processed the flyer she had briefly seen on the gym door. Today was the tryout for boy's intramural basketball. Realizing that helping with the tryout meant most of the freshman boys in the school would be there to witness her naked shame, she started to squirm where she stood. How was she going to survive such a humiliating ordeal?

As she felt Coach Simmons initiate another visual tour of her shiny, naked body, it took a great effort for her to honor her "no covering up" rule. Her squirming increased when his gaze stopped on the bald lips nestled between her parted thighs; puffy and swollen. Callie was convinced he could see her pussy throbbing like a glowing, red strobe light. And pretty soon, dozens of freshman boys would also be seeing it!

"What's your name," he demanded to know.

"CalliopeAnneHennerson," she responded with a gasp. She didn't mean to say her full name or mash it together like that. But thinking about stepping out completely naked in front of the huge crowd of freshman boys and helping them with their tryouts caused an especially strong wave of arousal to wash over her.

"Well, Benson, 'round here, we usually take our showers after class," he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, "but what the hell do I know?"

Opening a cabinet outside the door, he extracted a clean towel and tossed it in her direction before walking away. Because he had arrived in the middle of her shower, he hadn't asked about her conspicuous lack of school clothes or where she had stowed them.

He had just meant to help her dry off, but Callie caught it in mid-air and stared at it like the precious gift it was. A teacher had given it to her. According to her own rules for the day, she was allowed to wear this towel to the tryouts! What could be more valuable to a naked girl?

"They'll be gathering in the gym," Coach Simmons called from somewhere out of sight, "come on out when ye’r ready, and I'll put you to work."

Relief washing over her, Callie eagerly swiped the towel over her dripping body until it was dry then scrubbed her hair as best she could. Looking around the room, she found an abandoned piece of a shoelace which was just long enough to pull her hair into a sporty ponytail.

Unfortunately, it was not a full-sized bath towel. Only just big enough to wrap around her and barely tuck into itself, she soon learned that she would have to be careful about how she moved to avoid having it come undone and treating the freshmen the erotic thrill of their young lives. But securing the knot high and tight on her chest and reminding herself that this was infinitely better than going out there with nothing on, she took a jittery breath and headed for the exit.

Happening to encounter a full-length mirror before reaching the door to the gym, she skidded to a halt. Seeing in her reflection how short the towel really was, she was thankful that she had not blundered into such a disastrous situation with her lower half hanging out for all to see.

Loosening the knot, she made an adjustment. But to her dismay, despite lowering the towel by several inches, when she turned around, the girl in the mirror’s ripe bottom was still hanging out. And when she turned back, most of her pretty, glowing, bald pussy still peeked out beneath the bottom hem!

With a huff, Callie loosened the frustratingly small garment and inched it even lower on her chest. This second adjustment put her exposure in a much more precarious position. The solitary knot that only barely held it all together was stretched taut. It hung suspended between her massive, bulging cleavage and felt like it would come undone with the slightest tug. Her creamy, round breasts were now bunched up and bulging obscenely above the upper hem.

This was its limit. Another millimeter and the upper rim of her areolas would be showing. She literally could not position this cloth any lower on her body without flashing her bright pink nipples. Yet, even with all that adjustment, she was still dependent on a stray corner of the towel hanging down to preserve the modesty between her legs.

Hesitating to leave the safety of the locker room gave her conscience a chance to bubble to the surface with a dire warning.

"There are dozens, maybe hundreds, of horny freshman boys out there who would love nothing more than to see you step through that door in nothing but this skimpy towel; which is obviously too small for anybody and was never meant to be worn as a covering. The only thing you'll be able to assist with during the tryout is handing out boners. And what are you going to do if someone recognizes you?"

With two years separating her from the freshmen class, the likelihood of someone identifying her was slim. She was normally so bland and forgettable that even the other Juniors rarely noticed her. But her sensible side was right about one thing. If she went through with this, the boys out there would never forget it. The mystery girl who showed up to the tryout wearing nothing but a towel would be cemented in their erotic memories forever.

Conflicted, Callie stood with her hand on the door. Her mere entrance to the gym would be the thrill of a lifetime for those boys. She would be the center of attention. Their ultimate masturbation fantasy come to life. A walking wet dream.

It was a role she never would have got to play if she had listened to her sensible side. And before she could chicken out, the surging thrill of arousal tamped down the anxiety she felt and convinced her hand to work the latch and swing the door open.

Slipping silently through the doorway and around a short corner, the trembling teen found the scene in the auxiliary gym nothing like she had left it. It was all a blur to her beyond the immediate area. But even without her trusty glasses, she could tell the court was packed with freshman boys. Some dribbled basketballs back and forth with defenders keeping pace while others waited in line for their turn to warm up.

Her poor vision seemed to heighten her other senses. The vividly cold, polished court reminded her that she was bottomless and barefoot. With nothing to catch the air, a probing gust rolled all the way up her between bare legs to caress her overheated loin. The too small patch of rough fabric wrapped tightly around her torso reminded her that a threadbare towel was the only thing separating her throbbing, utterly naked body from the throng of noisy boys in the crowded gym.

Her sense of touch wasn't the only sense being elevated. The smell of testosterone and sweat filling her nostrils made her face flush. It was a chemical concoction tuned by eons of evolution to arouse a receptive female and evoke a mating response. And today, Callie was extremely receptive.

Biting her lip and wrestling to keep her mating response in check, the horny girl squinted to make out the shape of Coach Simmons. Locating his hulking presence across the way, she made her way around the outer edge of the gym toward him.

Clutching her knot tightly in one hand and holding the lower flap of her towel closed with the other, she felt every eye in the place tracking her movements. She might as well have been a poor, defenseless bunny thrown into a den full of starving lions. It would only take one of them to make the first move and the rest would be on her in an instant; ravaging her until they were all satisfied. The vivid fantasy made her stagger as her pussy clenched tightly over nothing.

Freshman boys had a reputation for being especially dense. But they could at least do the math that a girl in a towel with wet hair had probably just come from the shower and was most likely completely naked underneath it. Finding Callie more interesting than dribbling, a critical mass of them eventually got so distracted watching her that the drills they had been running broke down. Until Coach Simmons put his whistle in his mouth and blew out a piercing noise.

"All right, boys, hold your balls," he barked out.

Callie had only made it part way around to him. She was caught out by herself in front of a stand of collapsible bleachers that had been folded flat against the wall to make more room. Nowhere to hide. Her heart was racing. As the dribbling ceased, her keen ears picked excited whispers coming from the groups of boys bunched around the gym. Every eye was looking at her. Gripping the nearest bleacher to steady herself, she panted where she stood and tried not to collapse into an orgasmic puddle.

Usually, in stressful situations like this, she would be using the collar of her shirt to soothe her nerves. But with no shirt on, she could only look down in embarrassment at the scandalously large cleavage formed by her generous breast endowment. She now wished she had left her hair down instead of pulling it up into a ponytail. At least then, she could have let it drape down and hide the blush on her face and upper chest.

Standing in profile and keeping her head bowed, she listened to Coach Simmons explain how the tryout would work. He did not address the erotic distraction in the room which must have left the boys befuddled - not that any of them were going to complain about it.

The boys would be graded on standard basketball skills - dribbling, shooting, rebounding, defense - and have physical measurements taken. The ones who showed the most promise could try out for the junior varsity team next week. That was by invitation only, so you had to impress Coach Simmons to move on to the next level.

The rest would be categorized according to size and skill. The top group would become the captains of intramural squads of six to seven players each. It was just for fun and exercise, but the competition could get fierce - so good sportsmanship and good behavior would be strictly enforced.

Intensely concentrating on controlling the extreme arousal coursing through her body and the tremble in her muscles due to her near total exposure, Callie almost missed when she was introduced.

When he left her in the shower room, Coach Simmons had to have assumed that she would put her school clothes back on before coming to assist him in the gym. He didn't know that she had come to school naked. That his personal aide had chosen instead to come out dressed in nothing but the towel he had tossed her must have come as a surprise. But he didn't even acknowledge it.

"Benson is here to help with the tryout."

Loud chatter rippled over the crowd at the news that the sexy, nearly naked teen girl would be sticking around for the duration of the tryout. Coach Simmons had to blow his whistle again to quiet them.

"You will treat her just as you would any other coach. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir!" the group enthusiastically responded.

"Very well, form up around the north arc. We'll start with rebounding drills. Benson, Long, Kastaros, meet me at the end line and we'll show them how it's done."

Callie's face turned white. Did he just say "Kastaros"?!