Author: W Jason Scott Title: Philmore Academy Naked in School Program - Chapter 5 - Wednesday Part: Chapter 5 of 11 Summary: Natalie Scott is selected to participate in the Naked in School program at her new school, Philmore Academy Keywords: NIS, mf, mff, ff, Ff, exhib, forced, humil, oral, pett, spank, strip, teen, voy This story is dedicated to Karen Wagner, who created this genre and encouraged other authors to use her theme. Wednesday Natalie opens her eyes to the sound of music emanating from the radio. She looks at the clock, it reads six forty-five. As she lies in bed trying to wake herself up she replays the previous evening with Katie in her head. She stretches at the thought of Katie's first orgasm and how intense it was. She wonders if her own orgasms looked nearly as enthralling. ****** Natalie finishes her shower and throws on a loose t-shirt and gym shorts. She passes on the bra and panties, knowing she won't be wearing them for very long anyway. She runs down the stairs as she hears her mother yell, "Natalie, your ride is here. Hurry up; you don't want to be late." She gives her mother a peck on the cheek as she is handed a small bag. "Just a little breakfast for you on the ride to school, you need to eat. And don't forget, be a role model today." Natalie smiles as the words carries much more weight this morning than it did previously. Natalie gets to school and is standing outside the entrance. She chats with Brad and Damian, the senior and sophomore participants as they wait for their program partners to arrive. Phil arrives a few minutes later. Natalie smiles at him, the thought running through the back of her mind of Katie's special surprise she has for him today. Natalie notices a vehicle pull up in the parking lot. It's Katie; her father drove her to school again. She jumps out the vehicle, skipping her way over to join the rest of the group. "Well, someone is awful chipper this morning." Natalie notes as she gives Katie a hug. "Natalie, if you don't mind, I'm going to go in with Phil this morning." "Sure Katie, why would I mind? I wish Jack was here so I could go in and watch you two. The look on Phil's face is going to be priceless." Katie puts a finger on her lips, reminding her it was a secret. "What are you two talking about?" Phil asks as he approaches the two chatting teens. "You'll see. Are you ready to go inside?" Katie grabs his arm and pulls him towards the entrance. Natalie turns back toward the parking lot wondering what is taking Jack so long. She notices Katie's father getting out of his vehicle. He is motioning for Natalie to come over to him. She's confused but jogs over to him. Katie's dad has tears in his eyes as he reaches out and gives Natalie a hug. Natalie is still perplexed. "I just wanted to thank you. I don't know what happened yesterday, but you somehow gave me my little girl back. I haven't seen her so happy since her mother died." "Mr. Schrader, I'm sorry to hear about Katie's mom, I didn't know. She never mentioned her mother dying." "Her mother died of cancer when she was just ten. She has been so angry for so many years, throwing temper tantrums all the time. Therapy just didn't help. But last night when she got home, she was her old self again. We talked for the first time about her mother's death; she never opened up to me before. I don't know what else to say but thank you." "Mr. Schrader, you don't need to say anything more, I'm just glad I could be a positive role model for Katie." "I think you were more than that. She wouldn't give me a lot of details, but said you were the closest she's had to a mother-figure in a long time. She's just never been able to get close her stepmother like she did with you last night." He gives Natalie another hug and heads back to his vehicle. He drives off while wiping tears from his eyes. "Natalie, let's go, were going to be late." Jack is holding the door to the school, urging her to hurry up. As Natalie approaches, Jack asks, "What was that all about?" "I'll explain later, we need to get inside before Dean Larson sends the nurse after us." As they run inside and onto the stage Dean Larson is waiting for them, looking at his watch. "Your time starts now Miss Scott and Mr. Wilson. You have five minutes." "I'm not going to need that much time Dean Larson." She pulls off her tee shirt and drops her shorts. She hands them to Dean Larson and looks back at a shocked Jack. "Well, we're waiting. We don't have all day Mr. Wilson." Natalie chuckles. Jack tries to remove his clothes as quickly as Natalie did, but fumbles and falls on his ass as he tried to pull off his shorts over his sandals. They all laugh as he tosses his clothes in the bin and jogs over to Natalie. "You may not have notices, but I think you actual got a reaction out of Dean Larson. And when I say reaction, I mean reaction." Jack says as Natalie gasps. "I have to stop at my locker and then off to English. Will I see you in Geometry?" "You bet, good luck getting to class. I'm going to take my time; I didn't get a chance to relieve myself this morning. Hopefully some farmer girls will stop me." "EW. I'm still trying to get that image out of my head and you're not helping." Natalie gets to her locker without more than just a few stares as she walks through the halls naked. As she closes her locker door she feels a presence behind her. "Freeze! Do not move, do not turn around. Keep your eyes forward." Natalie recognizes the voice. It was the same deep muffled voice from yesterday. "Oh god, not you again. Matthew?" The mysterious voice does not respond. He grabs Natalie by the wrist and places her hands flat against the locker doors. "Do I need to bother making my request?" "Since you won't let me see your face, I want to hear your voice. Please make your reasonable request for my acceptance." "Natalie may I frisk you so I can be sure you are not carrying any contraband?" Natalie still cannot be one hundred percent sure it's Matthew behind her. She thinks he must have something in his mouth that is changing the tone of his voice. "I really hope you're Matthew, but yes, since that is a reasonable request, I am required to accept your request. And just like yesterday, there will be no cavity searches allowed." The teen follows the same pattern as yesterday, first feeling up her sides, and then working his hands over her firm breasts. He circles his hands over her breast a few times before sliding down her body. "So, you're hoping I'm Matthew do you, why is that?" "He voluntarily stripped in class for me yesterday. It was a nice thing for him to do, especially since he didn't have to." "Do you have feelings for this boy, Matthew?" His hands continue probing her body. As he reached her smooth mound he lets out a moan indicating his approval. He works his hands around her waist then onto her ass. Natalie again starts to feel wetness forming between her legs. "My feelings are pretty jumbled this week. I'm not sure how I feel about you, er, I mean Matthew. I'm having a hard time concentrating this week, as you might imagine." The teen moves his hands down one leg then back up, stopping only when he makes contact with her moistening sex. He pauses at her pussy and gently rubs along her slit, trying to slip between the well lubricated folds. Natalie gasps in response to his touch. He pulls away and slides his hands back down the other leg, softly caressing her thighs before moving back up to the smooth folds between her legs. He again rubs between the wet folds, feeling the wetness transfer to his fingers. "Be careful officer, you are entering private property." Natalie somehow comes up with a clever way to warn the mystery teen. She could barely get the words out, her shallow breathing barely allowing air into her lungs. "It appears you are contraband free again today Miss." He pulls his hands away from her sex. He leans against Natalie, pushing her chest against the cold locker door. She can feel his erection through his pants pressing against her ass. "But, until I am able to give you a thorough search, I'm not convinced you are not concealing something. Perhaps you will allow me that cavity search next time?" Natalie could do nothing but shakes her head no. She closes her eyes and lightly raps her head against her locker door, trying to free her head from the cobwebs of sexual tension. "Natalie would be so kind as to stay in that position and give me a fifteen-count. I should be out of site by then." He gives her a little nudge into the cold lockers and jogs off down the hallway. ****** After she finishes counting, Natalie stumbles down the hall towards English class still in a fog. She lays down her towel and sits down at her designated desk. "Students, please take you seats, we have a lot to cover today. Natalie, can you please join me up at the front and assume the position." Mrs. Perry looked different today; her clothes were a bit more revealing. Natalie looked her over, her inner voice speaks up, "If I didn't know any better, she's not wearing a bra today. "Today's lesson is going to cover metaphors and similes. As you know a simile is just a type of metaphor. Who can define for me what a simile is?" "It's a figure of speech that compares two things that are alike in some way," a teen yells out. "Correct. Can you give me an example?" "She is brave as a lion." Mrs. Perry turns to Natalie standing naked with her hands behind her head, legs spread and chest pressed forward. "That is a good one, don't you think Natalie?" She nods, still bewildered as to where this is heading. "That also leads us to today's lesson. Today we will be using Natalie to make up metaphors and similes. We'll all take turns describing Natalie or even a part of her body," Mrs. Perry pauses and rubs her hand over Natalie's breast, "and describing it using a metaphor or simile. However she will not be standing up here alone. Do I have any volunteers that would like to come join Natalie up at the front?" "Naked or clothed?" Sarah asks. Natalie rolls her eyes, just realizing that she is in this class. "Well, it would only seem fair if you were naked, don't you think so Natalie?" Natalie nods. "How about it, any volunteers or do I need to pick someone?" Natalie looks to Mrs. Perry. "I think everyone knows by now that teachers can make students strip. You only have control over me." "Now who let that little secret out of the bag?" Mrs. Perry chuckles. "So, if I am not going to get any volunteers, then maybe I will join you." "Naked?" Natalie asks. "And why not? After all, Dean Larson has 'encouraged' all teachers to participate in the program. Unfortunately, although I have no issues with complete nudity, our rules limit our participation to being topless only." Mrs. Perry starts to unbutton her blouse, cheers and cat calls ring out from the boys in the class. She removes her shirt in one quick tug of the lapels, revealing two perfectly firm tits. Natalie's assumption was correct; she was not wearing a bra. Most of the class claps and cheers as Natalie also broke her required pose to applaud her efforts. "Mrs. Perry, are those real?" a student asks, garnering laughter from the classroom. "They're as real as ten grand can buy you. I was blessed with a loving husband that always wanted to have beautiful twin girls. Let me tell you, he wasn't talking about children." Everyone laughs out loud. "Okay, let's get back to today's lesson. Here is how this game is going to be played. Each student will take a turn describing a scenario. The description must have a metaphor or a simile in it. If the scenario can be acted out, then I will do my best, within my limits to act it out on our little model here." Mrs. Perry once again brushes her hands across Natalie's breast, causing her nipples to stand at attention. "Who would like to go first?" Several students raise their hand. Mrs. Perry points to one of the boys. "Natalie's nipples are as red as a blossoming rose." "That's a good start. However, Natalie's nipples are clearly not red. I suppose you would like me to do something about that." The blood drains from Natalie's face as tears start to form in her eyes. Mrs. Perry walks up behind her and pushes her huge tits against Natalie's back. Natalie could feel her nipples stab her like the point of a steak knife. Mrs. Perry whispers in her ear so that only she could hear. "Allow me some latitude, but if it I go too far, just quietly say yellow. If I am approaching your limit say red and I will stop immediately. Nod your head if you understand." Natalie nods. Mrs. Perry reaches around and searches for Natalie's nipples. Upon contact she quickly pinches - hard - with her finger and thumb. Natalie gasps at the sudden spark of pain emanating from her nipples. Mrs. Perry starts to twist, first clockwise then counter clockwise. Natalie lets out a yelp and whispers `yellow' as Mrs. Perry twists a third time. Mrs. Perry let's go of Natalie's nipples and steps around to the front to admire her handy work. "Now there, your simile is now correct, her nipples are as red as a blossoming rose. Who's next? Yes you," as she points to Sarah. "Mrs. Perry's nipples are red as a blossoming rose." The class burst out laughing as Mrs. Perry gives a wave of her hand in a mock `touché'. "That was a good one, I see where you are going with this, but for it to count you have to think of your own metaphor." Sarah thinks for a second and gives Mrs. Perry another metaphor about her red nipples. "Okay, I guess I have to give you that one. Natalie would you like to do the honors?" Mrs. Perry steps in front of Natalie, turns and faces the class. She stands in the same pose Natalie is in. Natalie pauses for a minute, not quite sure how to proceed. Mrs. Perry looks back as Natalie cautiously wraps her hands around her teaches chest. Mrs. Perry grabs her hands and directs Natalie to her nipples. She puts her fingers on top of Natalie's and pinches down with all her strength. Mrs. Perry gasps as she starts to rotate her fingers, directing Natalie to twist her nipples the same way she did to her. After nearly a minute of repeated pinching and twists she pulls Natalie's hands off her nipples. She looks down at the newly painted color, "There, now your metaphor is correct." "Can we have another volunteer to give us a simile or metaphor?" "Natalie's ass cheeks are red as the crimson waves." Natalie screams out, "No!" as a big smile fills Mrs. Perry face. "Natalie, I think it's only fair that if someone is going to give a perfect example that we make sure that it is also accurate." Mrs. Perry walks over to her desk, Natalie's eyes follow her. She opens a drawer and pulls out a wooden ruler. "Please no, Mrs. Perry, not that." Natalie begs as a tear escapes from the corner of her eye. Mrs. Perry approaches Natalie with a look of calm; she puts her lips next to Natalie's ear. "Remember, give me some latitude, but know that you are in control. Use your safe words as you need to and know that I will follow whatever command you give me. Nod if you are you okay to proceed." Mrs. Perry wipes the tears off Natalie's face as she hesitantly nods. "Natalie, please turn around and face the chalkboard." Natalie reluctantly turns, keeping her pose as best she could. "Natalie, drop your hands from the back of your head, reach down and grab your ankles. Keep your knees straight." Natalie does not move; Mrs. Perry sees Natalie's entire body start to shake. As she approaches, she hears Natalie whisper, "Red". "But I haven't done anything to you yet." "Mrs. Perry, if you have to spank me, can you just do it with me standing up?" Natalie requests, loud enough for most of the class to hear. "But the affects of the ruler is so much better when you are bent over." "Red, Mrs. Perry." "You don't even know how the ruler is going to feel. I might not do anymore than tap you," Mrs. Perry approaches Natalie as the tears start to flow again. "It not the ruler Mrs. Perry, I don't want to be exposed like that. If I bend over, everyone in the class will be able to see Amuch more than they already have. Please just spank me standing up." "Mrs. Perry?" a voice from the back of the class rings out. "Yes, Matthew what is it?" "Matthew?" Natalie's inner voice utters. "Damn it, how did I forget that Matthew is also in this class. He's seeing all of this." "Mrs. Perry, I would rather see Natalie's facial expressions when you spank her." Matthew explains. "Very well. Natalie, turn back around and face the class again. Reach down and grab your ankles. Keep your head up and look at your classmates." "Yes Mistress. I..I mean Mrs. Perry." Natalie's inner voice rises again, "Where the hell did that come from?" "Mistress huh? That has a nice ring to it. You should call me Mistress for the rest of the class. In fact, I like it so much you may call me that for the rest of the week. I'd have you call me Mistress for the rest of the year if I could." Natalie doesn't respond, she just bends over and wraps her hands around her ankles. She looks up at the class, everyone looking on in anticipation. Mrs. Perry sets up to Natalie's side. She looks down between Natalie's legs, admiring the view. "I'm not sure why you don't want to show everyone this nice backside of yours, it is fantastic. Class, if you could only see what I see." Mrs. Perry places the ruler across Natalie's ass. She gives her ass a few light taps with the ruler, a warning of what's to come. She pulls the ruler back and with a whooshing sound the ruler is brought down across Natalie's ass. WHACK! Natalie screams, she jumps up and puts her hands on her ass as she taps her toes on the floor. "Natalie, did I give you permission to stand up?" "Noooo." Natalie rubs her ass trying to rub out the burning sensation. "No what?" "No Mistress." Natalie slowly gets back into position. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Mrs. Perry gives Natalie three quick spankings with the ruler. All three making contact before Natalie could react. Natalie doesn't stand but is barely able to keep her hands on her ankles. She blends her knees and winces before slowly returning to the designated position. "Didn't I tell you to keep your knees straight Natalie?" "Yes Mistress." Mrs. Perry gives a few more light taps with the ruler. Natalie stays in position anticipating the pain that will follow. She can also feel a dampness develop between her legs. WHACK! WHACK! Natalie grits her teeth, determined to stay in place. The pain shoots through her entire body. Her nipples stiffen as she expects more pain to follow. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Are you keeping your head up so the entire class can see how you are responding?" "Yes Mistress. Yellow, Mistress." The dampness grows to wetness between her legs, any more and she will leak onto the floor. WHACK! WHACK! She grits her teeth again. A growl escapes through her lips as every muscle in her face strains. "Much better." Mrs. Perry acknowledges. "Let's see how you handle this." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "RED. RED. RED." Natalie jumps up, covering her ass with her hands, hoping to block any additional strikes. Her feet again doing a tap dance trying to shake the sting out of her cheeks. "Natalie, please stand back over here and assume the position." Natalie continues to rub her ass, unable to remove the stinging. "I'd like to continue with today's lesson, but if you've had enough please let me know." "I'm okay Mistress, as long as you put that ruler away. Please continue." "Okay, we are running out of time. Does anyone have any other metaphors to try?" Mrs. Perry points to another teen. "Natalie's pussy is as wet as a flooded river." "Oh God." Natalie reacts to the teen's metaphor. "Yes, I think that is another excellent metaphor." Mrs. Perry steps to Natalie's side. "However, I am not at liberty to touch you there to see if the metaphor is accurate." Natalie turns her head as Mrs. Perry approaches. "Natalie, could you please do me the honor and let me know if this metaphor is true." "Mrs., I mean Mistress Perry, the metaphor is true." "But you haven't even touched yourself." "Trust me mistress, I know the metaphor is true." "I'd love to trust you Natalie, and I do. However, I still would prefer physical proof. Could you please provide me with physical proof Natalie?" Natalie drops one of her hands from behind her head and reached between her legs. She rubs between her labia, slowly allowing her fingertip to disappear between the folds. She pulls her fingers from her sex and lifts her hands to Mrs. Perry's waiting eyes. Mrs. Perry grabs Natalie's hand and pulls the fingers close to her eyes, seeing the glistening coming off her fingertips. Her juices filling the void between her slightly spread fingers. The class reacts as Mrs. Perry pulls the fingers towards her lips, coaxing them into her mouth. Natalie feels Mrs. Perry's tongue as she lick the juices from her fingers. "Yes, I think that would confirm that that metaphor is true." Mrs. Perry directs Natalie's hand back behind her head and turns to the class. "We have time for one more simile. Anyone? Yes, go ahead." "Natalie's orgasm ripped through her body like a tornado through a trailer park." Natalie shakes her head, violently. She begs Mrs. Perry with her eyes to stop the lesson. "Now wouldn't that be a great way to end today's class." Mrs. Perry ignores Natalie's plea. "The only question is if she makes the simile true on her own, or with some help." "RED, Mistress, RED." Mrs. Perry walks behind Natalie. She wraps her arms around Natalie's belly, pulling her back against her own tits. Natalie could feel the heat of Mrs. Perry's nipples, undoubtedly from the abuse she put on them earlier. She whispers in Natalie's ear, "You're still holding back. Any other girl in this class would have had two or three orgasms by now. In fact I think most of them sitting at their desks have had at least one. Why are you holding back?" "I'm not ready yet," she whispers back. "Not ready? You are so wet that I bet a couple strokes on your clit will push you over the edge." "That's not what I mean. I'm not ready to share something so personal with the class. It's all I have left that I can still call my own. Everything else has been shared; everything else has been put out on display for everyone to enjoy. My orgasms are still my own and I want to keep it that way for awhile longer." "I understand. I will end today's lesson if you promise me one thing." "What's that Mistress?" "You come to class on Friday, ready to share. I will be surprised if you can last that long, but if by some miracle you do, I want you to share this special moment with me, with the class. Can you do that?" "I don't know if I can make that promise. All I can tell you is that I will try to be ready by Friday. Is that enough?" Mrs. Perry releases Natalie and steps around her. She yells out to the classroom, "This will conclude our lesson for today. There is just a few minutes left in the class, keep it down to a dull roar please. Natalie, you can have a seat." "Thanks Mistress, but I think I will stand." Natalie reaches down and rubs her ass, heat still emanating from the horizontal red welts. "Would you like to go see the nurse?" "No, I'll be fine. I really don't want to have to explain to her how this happened." Natalie looks at Mrs. Perry as she walks around the front of the classroom still topless, her nipples still sporting a deep shade of red. "Mrs. Perry, uh Mistress Perry, I get the feeling you have done this before?" "Sure I have," Mrs. Perry says with a grin. "I use metaphors all the time in my writing. Metaphors are a very powerful tool when they are used properly." The bell rings ending class. ****** Natalie steps into Geometry class, Jack is sitting in his designated seat. Natalie plops down into her seat "There you are. Oh my god what happened to your nipples?" "It's a long story." "Did you get stopped in the hall for a reasonable request?" Jack asks. "Yes, but all I would let them do is look, no touching allowed right now. Freshman..." Natalie turns slightly showing Jack her red and purple marks on her ass. "Your ass is red too. What the hell happened?" "I ran into a dominatrix in English class." "Wow, I didn't know you were into the whole BDSM scene." "I didn't either, but I think I would rather be giving the spanking that receiving them." "Well, I might just take you up on that. You can spank me anytime." Jack says with a chuckle. "Ew." "Everyone please take your seats." Mr. Thomas instructs the teens as he walks into the classroom. "Whoa, Natalie, are you okay? Do you need to see the nurse?" "I'm okay Mr. Thomas, thank you for asking. It finally stopped burning and now it's just a light sting. If it's okay with you, I would prefer to stand." "Well that is fine, because I plan on using you and Jack in class today anyway. We have a lot more work to do with triangles. Would you two come to the front and assume the position please." Natalie and Jack walk to the front of the room and turn to face the class. They put their hands behind their heads. Natalie looks down and sees Jack's cock standing straight out. "What's up with that?" Natalie chuckles. "It's the thought of you being spanked by Mrs. Perry. I wish I was there to see it." "I thought you weren't into girls." "Well, if there is anything that could bring me back to the dark side, it would be you Natalie. The confidence that you have shown the past couple days is very attractive. Don't stop." "Thank you Jack, that was very nice of you to say. You have handled this week pretty well yourself." Natalie hears a noise coming from the speaker in the ceiling, then a woman's voice rings out, "Natalie Scott, please report to Dean Larson's office; Natalie Scott report to Dean Larson's office." Natalie looks at Mr. Thomas, she shrugs her shoulders. "Sorry, looks like Jack will have to be your triangle today. I'll be back as soon as I can." Mr. Thomas sighed; his lesson for the day would need to be quickly redesigned. Natalie turns to Jack, "Sorry partner, looks like you are on your own. Good Luck." Natalie bound out of the room, skipping down the hall to Dean Larson's office. Though she couldn't imagine what Dean Larson wanted with her, she was relieved that she got out of another embarrassing class, especially after what she went through in Mrs. Perry's class. "Go ahead in, he's waiting for you," Dean Larson's secretary points to the door. Natalie opens the door; Dean Larson was busy filing away some paperwork in a drawer. "You wanted to see me Dean Larson?" "Yes Miss Scott, come in, please take a seat." "Umm." Natalie pauses, standing with her hands clasped in front of her mound. She's staring at the floor. Dean Larson looks up at Natalie. He points to the large, soft leather chair. "Please Miss Scott. And Miss Scott, your hands are covering yourself." Natalie eases her way over to the chair. She slowly starts to sit, not knowing if the cool leather was going to ease the stinging in her ass or aggravate it further. "Miss Scott, stand up please." Natalie looks up at Dean Larson, and stands back up. "Turn around for me please." "Turn around, sir?" "Yes, Miss Scott, turn around. What are you hiding?" Natalie takes a deep breath and turns. Her ass was still a bright shade of red with purple lines where the edge of the ruler left its mark. "Holy...Who did that to you Miss Scott?" "Mistress...er...Mrs. Perry, sir." A small smile rises from Dean Larson's face to Natalie's response. "Mistress, huh; for some reason that really doesn't surprise me. Did Mistress Perry go too far? Did she hurt you?" "No sir. It does hurt, but she only went as far as I let her. I just couldn't get the safe word out fast enough when she really put it to me." "Safe word? That must have been quite an educational English class. Can I assume those are the work of Mistress Perry as well?" Dean Larson points to Natalie's red nipples. "Yes, sir." Natalie eases down into the chair. She was relieved as the cool leather soothes her burning ass cheeks; the soft cushions providing further relief. "I am sure my red ass is not why you called me here Dean Larson." "You're right Miss Scott. He taps on his keyboard, bringing something up on his screen. Natalie could not see what it was, but suddenly became nervous. "Miss Scott, I received an e-mail from Mr. Schrader this morning." "Katie's father?" she takes a deep breath. "Correct. He told me about last night and how Miss Schrader returned to her old self after coming home from your house. He didn't know exactly what happened there, but he was pretty confident that you were responsible for the dramatic change. I just wanted to bring you in and thank you for all you have done for Miss Schrader and to let you know how impressed I am of your own transformation this week. You're a perfect example of how this program can make a positive impact on the other students." "Thank you Dean Larson, I appreciate it. I am not sure what I did, other than just be nice to her; just being a friend." "Perhaps to her you were being more of a mother-figure than just a friend?" "I'm not sure what I did last night would be considered a motherly act," Natalie smiles as she briefly replays the evening's activities in her mind. "But it might be more motherly than what she's getting at home. I get the impression she doesn't get along with her stepmother." "Yes, Mr. Schrader mentioned that she and his new wife don't share a lot of interests. He said they would sit as a family and try to work it out, now that Miss Schrader appears to be more open to making it work." "That's great to hear, I will certainly encourage her to make an effort. Hopefully she meets them halfway." "I have to say again Natalie, you have really impressed me. Maybe this is the person you have always been and we're just now learning who the real Natalie really is." "Dean Larson, you just called me Natalie. I don't think you ever called me by my first name before." "That's because my feelings are coming from my heart. It's coming from Skip Larson, not the Dean of Philmore Academy. That came from every adult that would be proud to call you their daughter." Natalie face turns several shades of red, matching her nipples and ass. She smiles at him, "Your real name is Skip?" She giggles. "My given name is Richard, but outside of this building, I go by Skip. Not many students know that, and I hope to keep it that way." He gives her the evil eye to strengthen his point. Natalie's smile turns to a frown as she realizes she has a juicy secret that she wouldn't dare share with even her closest friends. She instinctively starts to cross her legs and then she covers her chest with her arms. "Miss Scott, you're doing it again," pointing to her crossed legs. "Does it really bother you that you're sitting here in front of me naked? I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable, I'm trying my best not to." Natalie uncrosses her legs and slides her hands under her butt to force herself from covering her body. "No, Dean Larson you don't make me uncomfortable. Truthfully, being naked in front of you, and the teachers, is different than being naked in front of the students." She pauses for a moment and then continues, "When you talk to me, you look me straight in the eyes. You show me and all the program participants a lot of respect. The students on the other hand, they are always talking to my boobs...or other places. I really hate those stupid freshmen!" "Yes, freshmen, wish I had an answer for that. They're just a bunch of inexperienced boys with raging hormones. The upperclassmen are only slightly better because most of them have been in some form of a romantic relationship. They're not trying to get a cheap thrill all the time." "I think you're right." Natalie starts to think, "Dean Larson, while I'm here could I make a suggestion on improving the program." "I'm listening." "It's actually something Katie said to me last night, about feeling safe when she's out in the halls. I don't think any of the program participants feel safe when they are out in the halls. I even find myself tryingto run and hide from the students. I've spent less time with the few friends I've made this year because they are not in the program. I know I'm supposed to make myself available but it's difficult to allow someone to grope me when I don't have a connection with them." "What do you mean by 'a connection' Miss Scott?" "You know... a connection...chemistry. After all, isn't that what sexuality is all about, making a personal connection with another individual, building chemistry." "I suppose you are right. So how can we fix that?" "My suggestion is that a student must make a connection before they can make a reasonable request. If they want to stare at me, then let them stare. But if they want to touch me, then they have to know me, know something, anything, about me. It's not that hard, they can look me up on the Academy's website or any of my profiles on social media. If they go that extra step, then that tells me they are interested in ME, and not just my naked body." "That's very insightful Miss Scott. You've made a very compelling proposal." Dean Larson stares are the ceiling in deep thought, "I can't make any promises but the Program Committee is meeting tonight, to finalize next week's participants. I will put it on the agenda and ask the committee to discuss your proposed rule change." "Thank you Dean Larson, and could you do me one more favor; could you tell the committee that this came from Katie and not me. It truly was her idea; I merely had the opportunity to present it to you." "How about I give you both credit for the idea." "Sure, as long as you give Katie most of the credit." "I think I can do that." Dean Larson looks at his watch. "We'll you've did a good job of chewing up my time and most of the period. There is no sense in going back to class, here is a hall pass. You can take your time getting to your next class while the hallways are empty. Hopefully you can get to class before those salivating little freshmen start chasing you down the hall." "Thank you Dean Larson. And thank you, Skip, for all the nice things you said about me, I appreciate it." Natalie chuckles. Dean Larson gives Natalie a little scowl, "You're welcome, but that little bit of information is not to leave this office. Do you understand Miss Scott?" Natalie giggles as she turns towards the exit, "Sure Richard, my lips are sealed." Natalie bounds toward the door, her feet barely touching the ground. ****** Natalie stands in the library as the class bell rings. She makes her way to the comfortable chairs hidden away in the back corner. She puts her towel down and gingerly sits down, the stinging now reduced to a dull ache. She sits in the chair with her back to the rest of the room. Her inner voice raises her hand in victory, "I'm not hiding my body, but no one can see me either. Maybe I'll get a break for an hour." Natalie takes out her books and a laptop. She works on various assignments for half the class. Suddenly, her world goes black as someone approached from behind and covers her eyes. "Guess who?" a girl whispers in Natalie's ear. "Hi Sarah. What do you want, I'm trying to study." "It's time to redeem one of my requests." "One, we are in the library; and two, you are not supposed to interfere with my education." "One, there is no one in the library but us; and two, it looks like you could use a break. You've been studying hard for the past half hour." "Have you been watching me for the past half hour?" "Yes." "That's a little creepy. Where is the librarian?" "She said something about going to make some copies and getting a cup of coffee. I don't expect her back anytime soon." "This is neither the time nor the place Sarah." "But you don't even know what my request is. You could get off real easy by letting me suck on your nipples again." "So, is that your request?" "No." "Than what is it?" "I'm not telling you unless you agree to do it." Natalie turns and scans the library. She confirms no one else is in the library and doesn't expect anyone to come in this late in the period. "Fine Sarah, what is your request?" "Okay Natalie, I request that you let me taste you again. I haven't been able to stop thinking about how delicious you taste since our little encounter yesterday." Natalie sighs in disbelief. "God Sarah, you just don't let up. But I'm not even wet." "That can be remedied. Very quickly I might add. Let me suck on your nipples why you work the lower nub." "My nipples are off limits right now, thanks to Mrs. Perry." "I'm really starting to like English class. I want to be like Mrs. Perry someday." Natalie looks at Sarah knowing she is alluding to the spanking Mrs. Perry gave her. "Is it safe to assume the other nub is still in operation?" "Yes, the other nub is still in operation. God, I can't believe you are making me do this." Natalie starts to feel dampness form from within, even before she touches herself. She reaches under the book in her lap and works her finger between the folds. "Remember our agreement Natalie. I can't force you to do anything; this has to be of your own free will." Sarah grabs Natalie's book and slides it away from her pussy, just enough to see what Natalia is doing. "Whatever you say Sarah, you just remember to leave Katie alone. I wouldn't be touching myself out in the open in the library if I didn't need to protect her from you." Natalie continues to stroke her pussy, her body jolting each time she makes contact with her clit. Her breathing becomes labored as wetness starts to leak from her cave. She reaches into the entrance of her vagina spreading the juices for additional lubrication. Sarah smiles as she licks her lips in anticipation. "If I didn't know any better it looks like you're about to cum." "I'm not going to orgasm for you; that wasn't part of the request. I think I am thoroughly wet enough if you are ready to taste me." Natalie's inner voice appears, "Oh god, I don't believe I just said that." Sarah reaches down and grabs Natalie's wrist. She pushes down on Natalie's hand, encouraging her to slide her fingers deep into her vagina one more time. Sarah see her cup her fingers, reaching deep into her sex. She pulls Natalie's fingers from between her legs and up to her mouth. As the glistening fingers reach her mouth, Sarah's tongue greedily intercepts them that at her lips. Sarah sucks the fingers into her mouth and licks every square inch. She continues until the taste of Natalie's clean fresh juices are transferred to every taste bud on her tongue. Sarah's eyes are closed as she starts to purr. Natalie pulls her fingers out of Sarah's mouth. "Okay, times up or you will make me orgasm." "Just as I remembered it, maybe even better than yesterday," Sarah says as Natalie starts to blush. "So are we good?" Natalie asks. "For now, but that is just one request, I still have another one coming to me." "Don't remind me." "Hey, it's almost lunch time, why don't I escort you through the halls and to the cafeteria. I'll make sure no one else bothers you." "Why's that, so you can have me all to yourself?" "If that's how you want it." Sarah giggles. "Let's just go get some lunch; I'm starving." "I didn't hear a 'no'." "You didn't hear 'yes' either." ****** Natalie is sitting in the cafeteria. She arrived before anyone else, so she picks a table and sits down with her lunch tray and starts nibbling at her food. Brad and Jamie join her at the table, followed shortly after by Katie and Phil. Katie gives Natalie a big hug as Natalie looks over to Phil. He has a smile that stretches from ear to ear. "I take it from your smile you approve of Katie's new look?" Phil just smiles as he tries to cover his erection. "Uh, uh, no covering yourself, you know the rules." Natalie chides. "Have you been taking good care of Katie today?" "Oh yes he has," Katie interrupts "at least twice. He's getting really good with his tongue. After we get a bite to eat I've going to give him a chance to practice some more." "Katie Schrader," Natalie says in a mock schoolmarm voice and a look of surprise. "Well I never..." "Oh, I bet you have... and if you haven't you should give it a try." Katie replies; Phil's face turning a crimson red. Natalie beams with pride at Katie's dramatic change. "Do you mind if I sit with you today?" Natalie looks up and sees Matthew standing there holding his lunch tray. "I just want to have lunch with you, nothing more. I'll understand if you would rather be left alone." Natalie looks at the others at the table; she doesn't get any dissenting looks. "Sure Matthew, you are more than welcome to join us." "Thank you, I appreciate it. And just Matt is fine. Matthew is so formal." Natalie scoots over, giving him room to sit next to her. Natalie tells the table about Matt voluntarily stripping with her in Spanish class yesterday. As she recaps the story, she starts to giggle like a little schoolgirl. The further she gets into the story, the more she snuggles up to him. He doesn't discourage the closeness. As she finishes the story she wraps her arms around his, pulling his hand into her lap. Matt places his hand between her legs but rests it on her thigh, almost on her knee. Natalie puts her hand on top of his and squeezes. "Matt was such a good sport and I appreciate him doing that for me." She feels wetness build up again between her legs. After Natalie finishes her story, Jamie tells them about one of her recent encounters in the hallway. She said she let a freshman boy finger her. She chuckles as she threatened him that if he didn't put his finger in his mouth and taste her she would see to it that he would never touch any other program participant again. The entire table started laughing when she said the boy nearly pissed his pants. "He thought that was so gross; the look on his face when he tasted me was priceless." Jamie laughed. "Well, let me tell you about my cop friend here who likes to shake me down every morning." Natalie interjects. "Whoa, whoa, whoa; what are you talking about? You have no proof that's me." Matt stammers. "So, you're telling me that wasn't you frisking me the past two days." "All I am saying, I know who's doing it." "So who is it then?" "I can't tell you that; I've been sworn to secrecy." "NATALIE!" Sarah's voice freezes the table, interrupting their conversation. "Sheeee's baaaack" Katie chuckles. "Hi Sarah. Man it has been such a long time since I've last seen you," Natalie says sarcastically. "I know; I've missed you too." Sarah smiles at Matt as she notices Natalie practically sitting in his lap. "I didn't realize you let clothed students sit with you. I would have joined you days ago." "Would you like to join us Sarah?" Brad asks. "Sorry, no time; I just came to grab Natalie. We have some business to take care of." "Business? What business?" Katie asks. "I'll explain it to you later, but right now I have to go with her for a request." Natalie answers. Matt interrupts, "But you're not supposed to disturb them during lunch, program rules." "It's okay Matt; I want to get this over with." Natalie replies. "Thank you for sitting with us." "It was my pleasure. Hey Natalie, if you don't have any plans would you care to grab an ice cream or something after school?" All the teens at the table start oohing and aahing. "I'd love to. You'll know where to find me at the end of the day. Alright Sarah, let's go." Sarah grabs Natalie by the arm and starts to walk towards the exit. She pauses as she taps her chin in deep thought. "Hey Matthew, would you like to join us?" Natalie quickly responds, "Sarah, NO." "I didn't ask you Natalie, I asked Matthew. What do you say; it could be worth your time." "I want to say yes, but I think Natalie would rather I not. Natalie, your decision; either way I will still see you after school for that ice cream." Natalie's inner voice appears, "Remember the program; explore your sexuality. Stop holding back. What's the worst that could happen, he sees you naked?". Natalie reaches out her hand to Matt, giving him a `let's go' look. The teens at the table give more oohs and aahs. Sarah leads Natalie and Matt to the boy's bathroom. As she barges through the door she sees a boy at the sink washing his hands. "GET OUT NOW!" The boy shuts off the water and bolts for the door, not bothering to grab a paper towel to dry his hands. Sarah closes the door behind the boy and grabs the door stop. She wedges it under the door preventing it from being opened. Natalie and Matt stand in the back of the bathroom, waiting for further instructions. Matt looks nervous, Natalie looks like she is about to pass out. Sarah turns around and starts taking off her blouse. She looks at Matt, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get undressed. From what I've heard, that won't be a problem for you." "Are you sure you want to do this?" Matt turns to Natalie. "I'll leave right now if you say so." "I...I'm sure, I think." Natalie reaches over and starts to pull his shirt off. Matt pulls the shirt over his head as Natalie reaches for the button on his shorts. Within seconds they are all standing in the bathroom naked. Matt is already sporting a large, stiff erection. "Okay Sarah, make your discretionary request. Don't forget, you know my limits." "Natalie, the taste I got of you earlier was just an appetizer; I need the main course now. I request that you let me give your little bud down there a tongue lashing while you do the same to your LARGE boy-toy over there," pointing to his cock. "Sarah, I don't know if I can do that. I've never done that before, to a guy. I've given a handjob or two, but never oral." "Then agree to a handjob but don't rule out the oral. Let's see where this takes us. Matt, you okay with this?" "Only if she is," Matt points to Natalie. "Natalie, I will still leave if you want me to." Natalie takes a deep breath, "Sarah, I accept your discretionary request. But remember, no penetration...from either of you." Sarah grabs Natalie by the hips and helps her up onto on the bathroom counter then pushes down on her shoulders indicating for her to lie down. Natalie's head hangs over the edge of the counter while Sarah scoots Natalie's butt toward the front edge of the counter. Natalie looks nervous as she covers her pussy with her hand, temporarily blocking Sarah from going down on her. Sarah looks into Natalie's eyes as she grabs her hand and slowly directs it towards Matt's stiff cock. She guides Natalie's fingers as it wrap around his throbbing erection. As Natalie's focus shifts to Matt, Sarah spreads Natalie's legs, looking down at the feast that awaits her. She drops to her knees and reaches for her labia, spreading her folds, revealing the ultimate target. Natalie slowly starts to stroke Matt's cock, but is more focused on what Sarah is doing between her legs. Sarah's first contact is with her tongue directly on her sensitive clit. Natalie's entire body starts to shake as Sarah licks up her slit to the cleft. She sticks her tongue at the entrance of the cave, licking the juices as they flow out of her pussy. Sarah spreads the juices all through her sex, occasionally returning for long soft stokes to her clit; each stroke bringing Natalie deeper and deeper into a sexual daze. Natalie's pace on Matt's cock increases. Matt can feel Natalie pulling him, pulling his cock closer to her head. "Do you want me to get a condom," Matt whispers softly. The noise out of Natalie's mouth was unrecognizable, but the slight shaking of her head gave him the answer he was hoping for. Natalie then turns her head and pulls his cock into her mouth. Sarah glances up to see what Natalie was doing to Matt. "Natalie, whatever I do to you with my tongue, I want you to do the same to Matt's cock." Natalie could only respond with a moan. Matt braces himself by putting his hands on the wall, his knees buckling. Sarah puts an onslaught on Natalie's clit; flicking it, lapping it, sucking it. Based on the noise coming from both Natalie and Matt, Sarah could tell she was trying to match the motions as best she could. "Natalie, I'm getting real close. Do you want me to pull out?" Again, no recognizable words come from Natalie, only by her tighter grip and being pulled deeper into her mouth does he get his answer. A few more strokes with her hand on Matt's cock combined with the tongue treatment inside her mouth and Matt's heavy breathing increases to panting. Sarah puts a full assault on Natalie's clit, removing her tongue and rubbing the stiff nub with her fingers. "Natalie, I'm cumming." Natalie feels the first spurt hit her tongue. This sends her over the edge as her own orgasm rips through her body. She screams but it's muffled as Matt's cock continues to unload in her mouth. Sarah continues to stroke Natalie's clit as jolt after jolt racks Natalie's body. Natalie finally reached down and pushes Sarah away from her pussy. She pushes Matt out of the way as she leans over the sink to spit out his jizz. Natalie collapses on the counter completely spent from her first program orgasm. Natalie starts to weep. Matt steps over and lies on top of her. He wraps his arms around her as best he could; trying to protect her from the emotional aftermath that comes with such an incredible explosion. Sarah puts a hand on each of Natalie's cheeks and gives her a kiss. Natalie returns the kiss with tears running down her face. "You taste like semen." Sarah says to her softly, causing Natalie to laugh uncontrollably. Matt laughs as well, "Yeah, sorry about that, but I warned her." Natalie jumps into a bathroom stall why the other two get dressed and clean up the mess they caused. Natalie hears the bell, lunchtime is over. ****** Natalie walks into Biology class, Jack is already standing at the front of the class in the standard program pose. Natalie is still a little flush and in a daze from the preceding events. "Whoa sister, what happened to you? It looks like you just got hit by a bus." "Two actually, one is named Sarah and the other one is named Matt." "You didn't! Give me a high-five girl." Jack puts his hand in the air. Natalie musters enough energy to slap his hand. Mr. Jacobs looks up from his desk as he hears the loud slap. "Natalie, I'm sure you can guess, but I expect you to take your position next to Jack." "Yes Mr. Jacobs." Natalie stands next to Jack, faces the class and puts her hands behind her head. She spreads her legs just slightly, concerned of possible leakage from her still wet pussy. Mr. Jacobs settles the class and stands next to the two program participants. "On Monday we talked about the various biological systems. Today, we will focus on just one system. Does any want to venture a guess at what system we will talk about today?" A couple teens raised their hands. "How about you Natalie, any guess what system we will learn today?" "Oh god, something tells me it's going to be the reproductive system." "You are not only beautiful, but smart as well Miss Scott." Mr. Jacobs pulls out his special wet erase markers. "We will need to highlight certain areas, but since I am not allowed to touch the area of what we will be discussing today, I will need a couple volunteers to help me with illustrations. Who would like to help with Jack over here?" Several girls raise their hands as well as a couple boys. "Let's go with Jenny. Jenny what is your preferred color?" Mr. Jacobs hands her the orange marker. Natalie's inner voice sighs, "Thank god, I did not want my crotch colored orange again." "Now, who would like to help Natalie here with the illustrations?" Nearly all the boys raised their hand; Natalie was surprised to see a couple girls also with their hands raised. "Okay, David, why don't you come up and help me. What is your favorite color?" He holds up the remaining markers. "Green it is." "Let's begin with a discussion of the various players involved in reproduction..." Mr. Jacobs went through the class, each time he talked about a body part, he had the student draw or color on the corresponding body part. Throughout the lesson, Mr. Jacobs made the two students switch between Natalie and Jack. Neither was overly thrilled about having to switch, but still followed the teacher's instructions. By the end of the class, Jack's balls and testicles were completely colored blue and orange while Natalie had a fairly accurate drawing of a uterus on her belly. Her tits were also colored blue and orange. "Thank you Jenny and David, you can take your seats now. Jack you may also have a seat; Natalie you can remain standing. "Oh god, what is he going to do to me now," her inner voices screams. "He better not want to color my pussy again." "On Monday we put Jack and Natalie through quite a bit of torture, especially since it was their first day in the program. I promised her that I would let her get even with Mr. Stewart for his very accurate coloring of her vulva." The entire class chuckles as one student yells out, "Paybacks a bitch." "Mr. Stewart, could you please come to the front of the class." Matt stands up, he too still recovering from the previous festivities in the bathroom. He walks to the front and stands next to Natalie. "I suppose you want me to assume the position like Natalie?" Without waiting for a response he puts his hands behind his head and spreads his legs shoulder width apart, maybe even slightly further apart. "Mr. Stewart, as I am sure you are aware by now I cannot make you do anything you don't want to do. I only have control over Natalie here. All I can ask is that you be a good sport and give Natalie a chance to return the favor from Monday." "I will stay in this position. You can command Natalie to do as you wish and I will not object...nor will I assist." Matt says with a chuckle. "Very well Mr. Stewart, I will take that as your permission to proceed. Natalie would you like to disrobe Mr. Stewart or should I seek another volunteer." "First of all, thank you Mr. Jacobs for the opportunity to give Matthew a taste of his own medicine. Second, I think I can handle the disrobing all on my own." Natalie steps behind Matt and reaches around for his waist, unsnapping the button and pulling down on the zipper. The girls in the class start yelling out cat calls. Natalie puts her thumbs under the waist band of his boxers and yanks both his shorts and boxers to his ankles. The entire class cheers and whistles. Natalie grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up. Natalie senses he is not going to move his arms, and since he is so much bigger than her she probably won't be able to move his arms either, she decides to just pull the shirt over his head, exposing just his six-pack abs and rock-hard chest. Mr. Jacobs turns to Natalie with all the markers in his hand. "Pick a color Natalie." Natalie smiles, nods at Mr. Jacobs and grabs them all. The class is laughing hysterically now. "Miss Scott, there is just under ten minutes left in class. I'm going to give you five minutes to do your thing." Nothing was going to wipe off the smile on Natalie's face as she walks around the front of Matt and turns to face him. She opens the pink marker and colors in his nipples. When she is done she steps back and looks at the class. She gestures, asking for their approval. Everyone applauds. She then grabs the orange marker and holds it up in front of his face. "Can you see what color this marker is through your shirt?" Matt nods. "Do you know what I am going to color with this marker?" Matt nods again. When the five minutes was up Matt had blue balls, an orange penis, and his entire ass was a bright shade of yellow. Natalie also drew a picture of a stomach on his belly, but that was mostly so she could feel his rock hard abs. She finished with a bright red heart over his left chest and then drew a crude looking picture of handcuffs over the heart. Natalie's inner voice purrs, "How cute, he's captured your heart. Do you think he is smart enough to get it?" As Natalie pulls the shirt down she whispers to Matt, "The last thing I drew has a hidden meaning to it. Promise me you will not look at this drawing until you get home tonight. I want you to wonder about it the rest of the day. Text me when you think you've figured it out. Oh, and you will find my number somewhere on your body, but you may need a mirror to find it." Matt just nods. "Natalie and Jack, if you would like to run to the restroom and wash some of the marker off, please feel free. You both still have one more classes to get through, while Matthew here can just put his clothes back on and no one will notice. "Thank you Mr. Jacobs, but I'm good." Jack responds. Natalie looks at Jack then Mr. Jacobs, then down at her belly. "I need to at least wash off this uterus and maybe my boobs; thank you Mr. Jacobs." ****** Natalie grabs her backpack and towel and heads for the restroom to wash off the marker. Fortunately since class hadn't let out, she is able to reach the bathroom without being stopped. She goes to the sink, wets a paper towel and starts to scrub. The uterus comes off fairly easily but she's having a hard time getting the multiple colors off her tits. She finally gives up when she hears the bell ring, there only remains a slight discoloration around her areola. Natalie grabs the handle to the door. She cannot seem to shake the nervousness that comes with being naked in the hallway and being at the mercy of any boy or girl that wishes to stop her. She stops briefly at her locker before heading to the last class of the day. "Natalie?" Natalie freezes momentarily. The voice is different, one that she doesn't recognize. "Natalie Scott?" "Yes, that's me." Natalie turns around quickly. In front of her appear to be another pesky freshman. "I bet you are here to ask me for a reasonable request." "No not necessarily." He looks down to the grounds as he nervously sweeps his foot along the floor. "I won't deny you are quite beautiful, but I really just wanted to meet you; to just say hi." "Really, just say hi? No request, just want to talk?" "Yeah, does that seem strange to you?" "A freshman boy walks up to a naked girl during the first week of the Naked in School Program and just wants to talk. Yes, I find that strange, but at the same time interestingly refreshing." "Well, that's all I want, I will leave alone so you can get to your class," the boy says as he starts to walk away. "Hey, hold up. I'm going that way too, I'll walk with you." Natalie closes her locker and joins the boy. "I didn't catch your name?" "Michael." "Hi Michael, it is nice to meet you. So what is so interesting about me that you thought you needed to come over and `just say hi'?" "I too recently move down here from Illinois, not too far from where you lived. I was a soccer player too, but not nearly as good as you. I read about you in the local news all the time. I just think you are an amazing soccer player and I can't wait to watch you play for the Academy. That's all there is to it. Just a fan I guess, nothing more." "You were from the Chicago area too? Wow what a small world. That is very nice of you to say, but obviously you wanted to see me naked too." "I'm a guy, of course I wanted to see you naked too. But whether you were in the program or not, I still wanted to meet you." "And you still don't want to ask a reasonable request?" "Not if you don't want me to. Unlike most freshmen, my hormones are pretty well in check," he laughs. "Well, I want you to ask me a request." Natalie's inner voice screams, "What the hell are you doing, you could have just walked away." "Okay. Natalie can I feel your legs?" "My legs?" "Yeah, sorry but I'm a leg guy. As I said, I play soccer like you and I love soccer girl's legs. They are just so muscular but feminine at the same time." "Okay Michael, that is a reasonable request and I must comply. You can feel my legs, but no looking at my crotch." "What? I can't look..." "I'm just kidding; I know you are going look to anyway." Natalie starts to stand in the standard program pose but then realized she wasn't asked to pose. "Oh screw it, he was very nice and polite, I might as well give him something to remember," her inner voice reasons. Michael drops to one knee and puts his hands on Natalie's thighs. He moved his hands around as if he was a doctor searching for an injury. Natalie starts to giggle as his fingers started to tickle. The bell rings for class to start. "Thank you Natalie for letting me touch your legs. I've always wondered what girls' soccer legs felt like." "You're welcome, Michael, now get to class." ****** Natalie steps into History class and sits down at the designated desk. She quickly jumps up, "Stupid cold chairs. How did I forget to put my towel down first?" Natalie's inner voice screams. "Natalie, don't get comfortable. I'm setting up the projector and once this is ready to go, I'm going to need your help." Mrs. Gibbs was a few rows behind her with her tablet and a projector. "Sure Mrs. Gibbs, do you want me to just go lower the video screen now?" "No Natalie, I won't be using the video screen today." "Oh god," it didn't take Natalie long to realize that she was going to BE the video screen for the period. Natalie sees the light from the projector shine against the wall. Mrs. Gibbs gives Natalie instructions to stand in front of the projector and assume the position. She directs Natalie to move slightly one way, then the other until the picture was clearly projected on her body. "Okay class today we are going to talk about Operation Desert Storm. Who can tell me what Operation Desert Storm was? Yes, go ahead," she points to one of the students. "It was the U.S. invasion of Iraq to remove Saddam Hussein from power under a ruse that he was storing weapons of mass destruction." "Good answer. President Bush also thought Saddam was part of Al-Qeada and was hiding Osama Bin Laden. Now here on Natalie's stomach is a map of Iraq." Mrs. Gibbs pauses squinting at Natalie's chest. "Natalie, what is on your nipples?" "Marker, Mrs. Gibbs." "Marker?" "Yes Mrs. Gibbs, marker. Mr. Jacobs has special markers that wash off with some effort. I couldn't quite get it all off." "Mr. Jacobs - biology. Okay, I guess I understand. It's making it hard to see the map, why don't you turn around and see if it shows better on your backside." Natalie takes a deep breath and turns around. Mrs. Gibbs gasps, "Natalie what is on your ass?" "That would probably be the remains of marks from a ruler, Mrs. Gibbs." "A ruler; who put a ruler to you?" "That would have been Mrs. Perry, first period English." "Sounds like you have had quite a day Natalie. I think I need to come up with some better ways to use the next wave of program participants as props. I'm clearly not being creative enough. Are you sure you are up for one more class?" "Yes Mrs. Gibbs, being back to the class is the least exposed I've felt all day. Please continue." Mrs. Gibbs pulls out a laser pointer and steps back. "Okay, so as I said, this is a map of Iraq," she states as she runs the beam of light around Iraq's border. "The capital, Baghdad, is here. Iraq was made up of mostly Shiites and Sunnis; they were separated by an imaginary border running north and south." The class starts to laugh. Natalie turns around and catches Mrs. Gibbs running the beam of light up and down the crack of Natalie's ass. "Sorry Natalie, I couldn't resist. Now, during Operation Desert Storm..." Mrs. Gibbs continues on with a full lecture on the Iraqi Wars. She projected a few different maps on Natalie's body, on both her back and occasionally on her front so the class could get a good look at both sides of her. Mrs. Gibbs rarely passes up the opportunity to point the beam at Natalie's various body parts; each time getting a chuckle from the students. The class wraps up just as the final bell rings. Mrs. Gibbs yells out a reading assignment as the students scurry out the door. Natalie takes her time gathering her books; she grabs her backpack and towel. As she heads towards the door her inner voice screams with excitement, "MATTHEW - ICE CREAM! What are you waiting for, let's go." Natalie sprints to her locker, throws what she doesn't need into her locker and heads for the front door. She passes the main office just as Dean Larson steps out of the doorway. "Miss Scott, where are you going?" "I can't talk right now Dean Larson; I'm meeting someone after school." "Miss Scott stop right there." Natalie stops at the doors, she turns around in disgust at being held up. "First of all program participants have their own exit, and second, you're about to walk out into the main parking lot NAKED." Natalie looks down, her face turning white as a sheet of paper. "Thank you Dean Larson. What an interesting turn of events; usually you're ensuring that everything I do is embarrassing, but for once you actually prevented me from completely humiliating myself. Thanks again." Dean Larson extends his arm, motioning for her to come with him. "And you didn't think I cared about you program participants. Now let's hurry up, everyone is probably waiting for me to unlock their boxes so they can get dressed." Dean Larson and Natalie walk up onto the stage, all the other program participants were just standing there naked, waiting. Natalie notices Matt in the front of the bleachers. Dean Larson slowly unlocks the boxes, leaving Natalie's for last. Natalie pulls her clothes from the box; she pauses as she looks at her clothes and then looks back in the box. She fumbles through her clothes again and then looks in the box again. "Is something wrong Miss Scott?" "Yes Dean Larson, someone took my bra and underwear. There not in here. Who could get into these boxes during the day, they are supposed to be locked." "Miss Scott, perhaps I need to remind you about your record time in getting undressed this morning. If I recall, you weren't wearing a bra OR underwear this morning." "Oh god, you're right. What the hell was I thinking? I can't go out in public with just these on," she says as she holds up just a pair of gym shorts and a semi-sheer tee shirt. "What am I going to do?" "Hey Natalie, are you still up for some ice cream?" Natalie turns and sees Matt standing by the stage. "Matt, I have some bad news; I don't think I can go." She sees Matt's dejected look. "I want to go, but being an idiot I thought it would be smart to only wear these." Natalie is standing on the stage still buck naked, with a pair of shorts in one hand and a tee shirt in the other. "Well truthfully, I think you should just go as you are. Or you can just put on what you have and make the best of it." "You want me to go into an air conditioned ice cream parlor with just these on?" "No, I want you to go just as you are, but I would settle for the shorts and shirt." "But its air conditioned, and I have no bra." "Natalie." She turns and sees Katie walking her way; Phil following closely on her heels. "Are you still going for ice cream with Matt? Oh, hi Matt, I didn't see you there." Natalie starts to put on her shorts and shirt. "I have a little problem; I have no bra or underwear. Not really the ideal attire for eating ice cream." "Then let's do Outreach." "Outreach?" "Yeah, Phil and I were thinking of going for ice cream or something as well. If you don't mind a couple freshmen tagging along, I'll do Outreach with you. We'll just hang out at the ice cream parlor and...er...hang out." Natalie looks at Matt, confused as to what to do. "As long as I get to spend time with you, I really don't care who joins us. I'd offer to do Outreach with you, but you made me promise not to look at this drawing on my chest until tonight. If I do Outreach with you, then I will have to look." Natalie still couldn't make up her mind. Matt interjects, "Okay, here is another option. Don't you live right around here, why don't we just stop at your house, get the clothes you need and then we'll go get ice cream." "Alright, I like that plan. Let's go this way; hopefully my driver is still waiting for me in the parking lot. I need to text my mother and let her know what we're doing." "You have a driver? I thought I was spoiled," Matt says with a chuckle. The four teens run out the back door, the driver is still standing there, waiting patiently for Natalie. As she runs up to the car, the driver asks, "Will your friends need a ride home as well, ma'am?" "They are actually coming with me Mr..... I'm sorry, I don't know your name." "Mr. Cavanaugh, ma'am." "I'm really sorry about that, you've been so nice driving me back and forth to school this week; it was rude of me not to know your name." "Quite alright ma'am, shall we get going?" The teens pile into the car, two in the back seat facing forward and two in the seat facing to the rear of the car. "Mr. Cavanaugh, can you take me home first, and then take us into town to the ice cream parlor?" "I am at your disposal as long as you need me; I just need to get clearance." "From my father?" Natalie asks. "Yes ma'am." "This limo is so cool," Katie giggles as reaches into her shirt. "Katie, what are you doing?" "Taking off my bra; remember - Outreach." "No, we're stopping at my house first so I can get my bra and panties." Katie starts to pout, "Look who's the shy one now." Matt and Phil just look at each other, with smirks on their face. "Mr. Cavanaugh, change of plans. We're going straight to the ice cream parlor." "Very well ma'am, I have been given clearance. We'll be there shortly." "Woo-hoo!!" Katie pulls off her shirt and sports bra and is suddenly topless. "Well, it looks like I have created a monster." Natalie pulls off her tee shirt and then points at Phil, "This is your fault." "Me? I haven't done anything. Well, at least not since lunch time." They all laugh. "The ice cream parlor ma'am," Mr. Cavanaugh indicates as he stops the car at the entrance of the mini-mall. "Okay, here goes nothing." Natalie tries to build up some courage as Mr. Cavanaugh opens the door. Katie jumps out first, dragging Phil behind her. Matt looks at Natalie, "No time like the present." Natalie takes a deep breath as Matt grabs her hand and pulls her out of the car. They walk into the entrance to the ice cream parlor. There's a half dozen teens in the parlor, a couple of them were even topless. Natalie was puzzled, not sure why teens would be half naked in an ice cream parlor. She realizes why when Matt points out a sign, "Hey look, 'Female patrons get twenty-five percent off if topless, fifty percent off if completely nude. Male patrons get fifty percent off if completely nude'." Natalie just shakes her head. She looks over the counter; standing behind the display case is an older teen, she is also topless. They walk up to the counter to place their order. "Those look painful," Natalie looks to the young lady behind the counter; her nipples were sticking out nearly an inch and they were glowing bright red. "You get used to it. It really hurts when I have to reach down in the cooler and they touch the icy walls but it's worth it in the long run. I get an extra twenty-five percent per hour by going topless. They offered fifty percent to go completely naked, but the fear of my bottom hitting the edge of the cooler tells me it isn't worth it." Natalie looks at Katie just as she reads the sign about the fifty percent discount for going completely naked. "Don't even think about it, this is as far as I am going. Do what you want, but twenty-five percent is good enough for me. Besides, it's freezing in here." "Yeah, I guess your right" Katie agrees. "They need to figure out a way to warm it up in here without melting the ice cream." Phil adds, "If they do that, they will probably go out of business with all the discounts." They place their order and watch as the topless server carefully scoops out the ice cream. After everyone is served, Matt insists on paying the entire tab. He wanted to show off the new phone that pays the tab by simply tapping his smart phone on the checkout display. They all thank him for paying then sit down at a large booth in the corner and start licking away at their cones. "So, who is this Sarah chick that keeps pulling you out the cafeteria, especially since their not supposed to bother us during lunch?" Katie asks. "She's the school's lesbian predator," Matt answers. "She did the same thing last year during the pilot program. It's like she has a scorecard and her goal is to get a piece of every girl in the program," Matt answers. "Every girl?" Katie was confused, "She hasn't tried to hit on me?" "I may have had something to do with that," Natalie responds as Katie looks at her with confusion. "I made a deal with her to leave you alone. I just had to agree to two discretionary requests...per day." All three of them look at Natalie with shock. "Two? Discretionary? Per day?" Katie looks up to Natalie, "I know why you did that for me, and I appreciate it. But I don't need you to be my bodyguard anymore. I have Phil to protect me now. But unless Phil objects, I might just want to find out what this Sarah chick is all about." "Object, no objections here. I just request that you allow me to watch; like Matt got to do today." "Yes, watch, right. That's what I did, just watched." Matt chuckles. "Okay, that concludes this conversation. It's bad enough that I am sitting topless in an ice cream shop; I am not going to discuss my sex life too. Besides, my mom just sent me a text; she wants to know if anyone is coming for dinner." "Thanks for the offer but Phil and I are having dinner at my house. We actually need to get going. Can your driver give us a ride to my house?" "Definitely. Matt, how about you. Dinner? My place?" "Sure, I don't see why not." "Okay, let's get going then. But I'm putting my shirt back on. If my father thinks I'm getting comfortable with the program, he might take back his driver. I still have to pretend I'm mad at him until at least Friday." ****** Mr. Cavanaugh makes his rounds, dropping off Katie and Phil and then finally arriving back at Natalie's house. He opens the door to let them out. Natalie thanks him again for driving them around town, and then they walk into the house. Natalie yells "Mom, Dad, we're home." "In the kitchen honey," her mother's voice yells back. "Mom? What are you doing?" Natalie questions in shock. "What are you talking about honey?" "Um, maybe you haven't noticed, but you're not wearing a shirt...or a bra." Natalie tries to block Matt's view. "Oh, I guess I didn't notice," her mom jokes. "I went without all day and I was so comfortable; I just didn't want to put anything on." "But I texted you I was bringing company. Didn't you get my text?" "I got your text. I didn't think you or your friend would be concerned with breasts." "But it's a boy?" "Something tells me your `boy' friend has seen breasts before," she says with a laugh. "Besides, look at what you're wearing, or NOT wearing I should say. Why don't you just take off that shirt and join me, it's not concealing much as it is." Her mom flips up the bottom of the shirt, giving Matt a quick flash of her tit. "How soon you forget that you and Katie ate dinner in the nude last night. That didn't seem to be an issue." "MOM! Matt didn't need to know about that." "Well he does now, so lose the shirt or I will have you lose the shorts too. Are you wearing any underwear under those shorts?" "Fine!" Natalie pulls off her shirt, "And no I'm not wearing underwear...bad decision on my part." Natalie looks through the doorway into the living room, "Um, Daddy isn't going to come into the kitchen buck naked is he?" "If you want me to, then I can take these off," her father's timing was perfect as always. "And who is this here?" he asks as he sits at the table sipping on a glass of wine. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Matt." "Matt? Matt Stewart? Philmore Academy's all-conference short stop. Hit three-sixty-eight last season with thirty-two RBIs and twelve homeruns. That Matthew Stewart? "Yes sir, nice to meet you sir. You seem to know a lot about me." "Well, when a boy is going to color my daughter's genitals..." "Daddy!!!" "What? You're the one that told me," he chuckles at the opportunity to embarrass his daughter in front of her friend. "Like I was saying, if someone is going to paint my daughter, then I feel it is my duty to find out more about who this person is." "That's fair I suppose." "Not to mention that your father is my CIO. He talks about you all the time, he's quite proud of you." "Well thank you sir. My dad, and my mom, supports me anyway they can. It makes me want to work hard for them." Matt pauses, "And if it's any consolation, your daughter has returned the favor today." He looks down at his crotch. "Matt!!" "Let me guess - orange, bright orange." "Daddy!!!" "And blue balls no less." "Matt!" She turns to her mother, "Mom, can you make them stop." "What would you like me to do?" "Feed them. Stuff some food in their mouths to get them to stop talking." ****** They all laughed through dinner. Natalie told more horror stories from the day's program, obviously leaving out the incident in the bathroom during lunchtime. As the women washed the dishes the men trade baseball and other guy stories. Matt mentioned it was getting late and needed to get home to do homework. "Dad is my, I mean, your driver still here or did you send him home?" "He's still here, I'll shoot him a text to let him know to bring Matt home and then he can call it a night." "Thanks Daddy. Let's go Matt, I'll walk you out." As they get to the door, Natalie yanks on Matt's arm and practically jumps on him; her lips going straight for his. Her mouth opens and her tongue pushes through Matt's lips. He opens his mouth, and meets her tongue with his own. As the tongue exchange continues Matt slowly searches for her nipple. He slowly strokes it, forcing it to stiffen between his fingers. "You didn't make a request." She says as she slowly pulls away. "Nope, I didn't. I didn't make a request for this either." Matt slips his other hand down her body, sliding his hand under her waistband. He reached down between her legs and finds her wet slit. He strokes her clit a few times as Natalie wraps her arms around his neck, she pulls tight as she lays her head on his shoulder. She moans into his ear. He continues to rub her nipples as he strokes her clit. He slowly starts to slide his fingers up and down her moist slit and then slides his finger into the entrance of her vagina. Natalie's body stiffens as she raises her head off his shoulder. "Shhh. Don't say anything; I'm not going any deeper." She lays her head back down on his shoulder. He turns his head and finds her ear even with his mouth. He nibbles on her earlobe as he pulls the wetness from her entrance up to her clit. He alternates blowing softly into her ear and nibbling on her lobe. His fingers continue to rub her nipples with one hand while massaging her sex with the other, most of the focus on her stiff nub. He could feel Natalie's breathing change from shallow breaths to panting, her moans getting longer and deeper. He bites softly onto her earlobe, not letting go as he strokes repeatedly on her clit. Natalie squeezes his neck as she tumbles over the mountain, her orgasm causing her to see stars. Natalie couldn't speak; she could barely hold her weight on her own legs as he eases her down. One more peck on the lips and he turns and heads out the door. "At some point you'll have to explain the whole penetration thing to me," Matt mentions, "but for now I hope you sleep well tonight. See you tomorrow." ****** Natalie is lying in bed, she hears her phone vibrate. She reads the text. "I finally figured out your phone number. Did you really need to bury it in the crack of my ass? LOL." Natalie text him back, "So, did you figure out the drawing on your chest yet?" "I think so. You stole my heart??? And yes you did, my heart." "Close enough, I meant to say `You captured my heart'. The handcuffs were supposed to mean captures, like arrested." Natalie adds an emoticon for love to the text and presses send. "Oh, I thought it was a drawing of a bandit's mask. It must have got smeared from all the sweat." "Why were you sweating?" Natalie text back. "That was one hell of a kiss goodnight!!! LOL!!" he added an emoticon for kissing. Before she could think of a response another text comes through, "Hey, the handcuffs don't have anything to do with the whole being frisked thing, and thinking I have something to do with it." "It's too late to get into it with you about that right now. I will find out who it is and it better be you doing the frisking. Goodnight Officer." "Goodnight my drug-smuggling bandit. I'll see you first thing in the morning." Half way through the week, what else is in store for Natalie? Read Chapter 6 to find out. Feedback of any kind is always welcome; e-mail me at: jaywscott70@gmail.com