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 Good girls, bad boys 2: Chiaki's New Skirt By Don Gordon

   The story so far: Chiaki Shiraishi had it all.  She was smart,
good-looking, athletic and popular.  Unfortunately, in her two and a half
years at P.  K.  Gakuen High School, she'd made enemies.  Kazuhiko Nakayama
had asked her out countless times, but she'd always turned him down, and
now he was out for revenge.  On the advice of class computer whiz Ryokichi
Takano, Kazuhiko sent fellow Chiaki-hater Aoi Kuroike to shoot a video of
Chiaki in the girls' shower room.  The next day, the two boys showed Chiaki
the tape, and blackmailed her into taking off the tights she always seemed
to wear.  At the end of the day, Kazuhiko offered to buy her a new skirt.
Chiaki, worried about the tape getting out, has so far been going along
with Kazuhiko's demands, but is wondering where this all may lead.

   The next morning, Chiaki put on her tights as usual, but when she got to
the train station, she went into the washroom, and took them off again. 
She felt so self-conscious standing there with her legs uncovered.  She
felt even worse as she came out of the washroom, and felt the wind blowing
directly on her bare legs.  As she walked along, she had to hold her skirt
down at the front to keep it from blowing up.

   On her way to school, a few boys wolf whistled as she walked by.  She
was used to the attention, but today, she found it deeply unsettling.  She
kept pulling her skirt down trying to cover her legs, but it would only go
part way down her thigh.  She felt horribly exposed.

   In the front entrance hall, she opened her shoe locker to take out the
shoes she wore indoors.  Sitting on top was a shopping bag from Furano
clothiers, the store where they all bought their school uniforms.  She
looked inside, and there was a navy blue pleated skirt much like the one
she was wearing.  'Oh that's right.  Kazuhiko had said that he was going to
buy me a skirt.  This must be it.' She also found a note.

   'Dropped by Furano yesterday after school, and luckily they had
something in just your size.  I tried to get something conservative to
match the rest of your wardrobe.  Hope you like it.  Love, Kazuhiko.  P.S.
I do hope that you'll wear it to class today.'

   She looked around, but there was no sign of Kazuhiko.  She put on her
indoor shoes, and then went to the girls change room by the gym to have a
better look at the skirt.  At first glance, it seemed normal enough, and
had the Furano label and everything.  Perhaps Kazuhiko felt badly about
making her walk around with no tights, and wanted to make it up to her. 
She slipped out of her old skirt, and then put on the new one.  It fit well
around the waist, but seemed terribly short.  She went to the mirror, and
looked at herself.  Her eyes widened again as she realized how high it went
up her creamy white thighs.  She raised her arm, and the skirt hem came up
with it, revealing a little triangle of her white cotton panties.  Oh, I
can't wear these.  It'd be too embarrassing.

   She started to undo the zipper, but then she thought again.  Oh,
Kazuhiko can't expect me to walk around like this, can he?  I'll just give
the skirt back to him, and ask him to return it.  The more she thought
about it though, the more she realized Kazuhiko would never accept that. 
If she refused to wear his gift, he would probably tell Ryokichi to put
that horribly embarrassing video of her up on his web site.  She zippered
the skirt back up, and looked at it again.  She tried to pull it down as
far as it would go, but no matter what she did, she still felt indecent. 
She heard the jangle of keys, and then Ms.  Sakuragi, her swimming teacher,
came through.

   "Oh, Chiaki, you'd better hurry up, or you'll be late for home room."

   Chiaki's heart was pounding, but Ms.  Sakuragi looked at her like there
was nothing wrong at all.  She didn't seem to notice how short the skirt
was.  A lot of girls are wearing the skirts shorter lately.  Perhaps it
would be all right.  But anyway, Chiaki had to find a way to convince
Kazuhiko to let her go back to her normal clothes as soon as possible.  She
gathered up her things, and ran off to class.

   When she walked into the class, and sat down, she heard some boys
whispering at the back.

   "Whoa, check out Chiaki today.  I just caught a glimpse of her panties
as she glided by.  Yeah baby, show me more."

   Chiaki looked down at her skirt.  She had to hold it in place, and keep
her legs tightly closed just to keep people from seeing.  This might be
more difficult than she'd thought.  From his seat right behind her,
Kazuhiko leaned forward, and said,

   "Here stand up.  I didn't get a good look."

   She just sat there, blushing trying to ignore him.

   "C'mon, I bought the thing for you.  Aren't you even going to say thank
you?"

   She continued to ignore him, and stared down at her desk.  When class
started, she glanced back at him briefly, and he looked pretty pissed off.
'Maybe I should have stood up and showed him,' she thought.

   First period went by smoothly, and then the bell rang, and their
homeroom teacher left.  Soon enough Mr.  Tazaki, their second period
teacher, came in, and started teaching.  About ten minutes in, when Mr. 
Tazaki turned his back to write something on the board, a note came
floating over her shoulder, and landed on her desk.  It was from Kazuhiko.

   It read 'Ryokichi and I were looking at the video again last night.  He
was saying he knows some adult video companies that might want to buy it.
Have you ever considered a career as an actress?'

   What's that supposed to mean?  A few minutes later, another note came
tumbling forward.  It read:

   'I told him though that that might be going a bit far.  Maybe we could
just have a small private screening for the boys in our class.  Or if you
want me to tell him to forget it, all you have to do is take off your
panties within the next ten minutes, and hand them to me.  Your call.'

   What?  Take off my panties?  She looked back in horror at Kazuhiko, but
he just grimly pointed at his watch.  Oh, this is crazy.  I can't take off
my panties in class.  I'd better just tell him that we'll talk about it
later after class.

   Suddenly, an envelope came fluttering forward.  Inside, there was a
picture and another note.  The picture was a capture from the video. 
Chiaki was standing there nude in the shower rubbing soap on her breasts
with this faint smile on her lips.  'Oh, god, this is horrible.  I can't
let people see these.' Chiaki fearfully picked up the note.  All it said
was '7 minutes and counting.'

   Chiaki just looked at the picture in despair.  'My life is over.  I
can't have him showing this picture around.  People will think I'm some
kind of nymphomaniac.  What am I going to do now?'

   It was all very easy for Kazuhiko to ask her to take off her panties
during class, but it would just be so unbelievably embarrassing to actually
do it.  Up until now, Chiaki had always been a model of modesty and
feminine virtue, and now to have to do this.

   While Chiaki wavered, suddenly Kazuhiko started coughing loudly.  People
started looking over at him.  It was clear he wasn't pleased.  'If I don't
go through with this, who knows what he might do,' Chiaki fretted.  Rie,
Chiaki's best friend, was studiously facing the board, taking notes.

   Seeing no other choice, Chiaki quietly lowered her hands under the desk.
Mr.  Tazaki was writing something on the board.  If she didn't seize this
chance while no one was watching her, she may never get another.  She
slipped her hands up under the hem of her skirt.  As she grabbed the
waistband of her panties, the skirt flipped up exposing her undies to the
full light of the class.  She looked down in her horror at the white cotton
hugging tightly her most private place.  The boys sitting on either side of
her were fidgeting a bit, but luckily their eyes were still on the board.
She could feel Kazuhiko's breath on the back of her neck.  Chiaki's cheeks
had turned bright red with embarrassment.

   Mr.  Tazaki was still facing the board, but if she didn't hurry up,
she'd end up with her panties only part way down and that would be even
worse than having them safely out of sight.  She quickly lifted her bum off
the seat, and pushed her panties down to her knees.  Quickly, she
straightened her skirt which was hovering precariously right over her most
private place.  However, when she sat back down the cheeks of her bum stuck
to the cold metal of her seat, making her all the more aware that she was
now bottomless.

   Chiaki had managed to avoid flashing her naked pussy to the class, but
now not just her creamy white thighs, but also the white cotton panties
that hung around her knees were visible to the class.  Even before, boys
had been sneaking glances at Chiaki's bare legs, and already one or two of
them had apparently noticed her panties.  Could it be that pure innocent
Satomi, the idol of virtually the whole school, was shedding her panties in
the middle of class?  The scene was just too much.  Several boys gulped,
and stared in utter wonder.  Chiaki could feel their gaze, and holding down
her skirt with one hand, she bent forward, and reached for her panties with
the other.

   "There we go.  Is everyone with me so far?" Tazaki, who had finished
writing, turned and asked.  Chiaki who'd finally got a hold of the panties
froze in shock.

   "What's wrong, Ms.  Shiraishi?  Don't you feel well?" Mr.  Tazaki asked
with genuine concern.  From his standpoint, it looked like she had her head
down on her desk.

   "I'm OK.  I was just fixing my socks," she quickly explained.

   Hurriedly, she let go of her panties, and sat straight back up.  She
didn't want him to think anything suspicious was going on, so she gave him
a weak smile.  However, beneath that smiling face, her panties were still
wrapped around her knees.  The boys who could see this started sniggering
as she tried not to show her humiliation at being in such an embarrassing
situation.

   For the next five minutes, textbook in hand, Tazaki proceeded to
lecture. With Tazaki facing the class, and occasionally peering over at
Chiaki, there was nothing she could do about the panties wrapped around her
knees.  Having nothing on under her skirt was bad enough.  Sitting there
with her panties in full view was almost more than she could bear. 
Blushing bright red, she did her best to pretend that she was following
along in the textbook.  Even her classmates who couldn't see her panties
started to notice her blushing, and wondered what was going on.

   While she was sitting there, another photo came drifting over her
shoulder.  It was her in the shower again, this time with her hand between
her legs.  If one didn't know better, one might think she was masturbating.
Chiaki quickly hid it in her desk.  Then a note.

   "Two minutes and counting.  I have quite a few copies of this particular
photo.  Perhaps we could pass them out to the whole class."

   Kazuhiko was standing by his ten-minute limit.  'But I can't take my
panties off like this.  Mr.  Tazaki, hurry up, and write something on the
board.' Chiaki was in a panic.

   "OK, now, let's see if you can handle a sample question." Tazaki stood
up, and started writing on the board again.  He's only going to write one
problem.  That left her almost no time at all.  Chiaki quickly leaned down
grabbed her panties, and pulled them down to her slender young ankles. 
However, she was in such a hurry, they got tangled up around her socks and
shoes.  If she used both hands, she could pull them free, but her left hand
was holding her ludicrously short mini skirt over her pussy.  She couldn't
move it without exposing what was beneath.  With her free hand, she pulled
as hard as she could, but that just seemed to tangle them more.

   Tazaki, who'd just about finished writing, but was still facing the
board, spoke.

   "OK, for this problem, Ms.  Shiraishi, could you come up, and solve it
for us?"

   They'd been going around the class, and sure enough it was Chiaki's
turn. All the boys in the class perked up at the thought of getting a
closer look at why Chiaki' was blushing so much.

   "Yes," Chiaki cried out.  She sat up like a shot before Tazaki could
turn around.  Her panties were still tangled awkwardly around her ankles.
She couldn't go up like this.

   "Uh, just a minute."

   Smiling as best she could, she frantically shook her ankles in an effort
to get the panties to fall off.

   "What's the matter, Chiaki?  Do you have to go to the washroom?"
Kazuhiko quipped.  Everyone laughed.  Almost the whole class had spotted
the panties by now except Tazaki.  Even while they laughed, the boys were
all leering at Chiaki's legs.  'How does it feel to be in class with no
underwear on?  There's lots more in store, so don't worry,' Kazuhiko
revelled in his own warped plan.  Poor Chiaki's blush had crept all the way
down the back of her neck.

   A half a minute later, Chiaki finally got her feet out of her panties.
Still there was no way that she could pick them up, and put them in her
desk with everyone looking on.  Glancing down at them nervously, she stood
up, and walked to the board.  With no underwear on, her skirt felt even
shorter.  Then, she looked up at the problem on the blackboard.

   The question was up at the very top.  Even worse, all the rest of the
board was filled except for a small blank space right at the top.  She had
no choice but to write her answer there.  Tazaki must have seen her come
in, in this short skirt, and planned it this way.  She'd been so wrapped up
in getting her panties off that she hadn't even noticed till now.

   Chiaki glanced over at Tazaki who seemed quite pleased with himself. 
She had always rather liked Tazaki.  He was young and handsome, and called
on her often.  Chiaki had always thought he favored her because she was
smart.  Why had he done this to her?  Perhaps he'd noticed her look of
helplessness and embarrassment, and wanted to see what it was all about. 
How could he be so cruel?

   "Hey, looks like someone dropped something." Chiaki turned to see
Kazuhiko who was now holding Chiaki's panties up in the air for all to see.

   "They're still warm, so whoever they belong to must have just taken them
off," he went on waving them around.  Chiaki's whole body quaked in shame.
'How could he wave them around like that in front of everyone?  It's so
cruel.'

   Suddenly, the class broke out into an uproar.

   "Hey, which one of you girls shed your panties in class?"

   "OK girls, lift up your skirts, and show us," one boy joked.

   The other boys laughed, but soon everyone was looking at Chiaki.

   "It wasn't me!" she protested.

   To be continued

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