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 Good girls, bad boys: a Japanese high school story 5 By Don Gordon

   The story so far: Chiaki Shiraishi had it all.  She was smart,
good-looking, athletic and popular.  Unfortunately, in her time at P.  K.
Gakuen High School, she had incurred the wrath of Kazuhiko Nakayama, the
boy who sat behind her.  He talked fellow Chiaki-hater Aoi Kuroike into
surreptitiously shooting a video of Chiaki showering nude.  Kazuhiko
proceeded to blackmail Chiaki, getting her to change into a very short
mini-skirt, remove her panties, and then strip off her blouse and bra while
standing on her desk.  Kazuhiko gave her a small tight blouse to wear, and
in the middle of Mr.  Ito's class, he finally offered to give back her
panties, but only if she took her skirt off first.  Seeing no choice,
Chiaki complied, and all the boys go wild as she sits there covering her
naked ass and pussy with her hands.  Kazuhiko has just sent her a message
telling her to make sure she copies down all of Mr.  Ito's notes from the
board or else.

   Chiaki's eyes went wide in shock.  What?  Does he mean he won't give me
my panties back?  She gulped, and quickly, moved her left hand around to
the front leaving her naked bum completely exposed.  She carefully covered
her delicate little pussy with her hand, and picked up her pen with her
right.  She felt so incredibly embarrassed with practically the whole class
now staring at her naked bum and hips.  She tried to start copying down the
notes, but her notebook just slid along the slippery desk.  She looked down
at her slender left hand, the only thing covering her now naked virgin
pussy.  As much as she hated to, she realized she'd have to use both hands
or else she wouldn't be able to write anything.  She closed her legs as
tightly as she could, and then lifted her other hand up to hold the
notebook steady, leaving her sweet pussy completely exposed to the
voracious gaze of all her classmates.

   In the classroom, the only sounds that could be heard were Ito
scribbling on the blackboard and his droning voice.  A class full of
students sat there dutifully taking down notes.  It was a scene like almost
every other day.  The only difference was the cutest girl in the class -
some would say in the whole school - had taken off her panties and skirt,
and was sitting there without a thread to cover her naked torso.  Chiaki
pursed her lips, and was doing her best to remake her face into its regular
calm visage.  A passer-by who just glanced in might not even realize what
was really going on.

   But to the other students, this was perhaps the most exciting
development yet.  Those behind her stared in wonder at her cute little ass.
Those beside her ogled her thighs, while those in front peered back at her
delicious little triangle of carefully groomed pubic hair.  As embarrassed
as she was by all this staring, she couldn't even cover up.  Ito repeatedly
filled up the board, and erased it only to immediately start writing again.
It was all she could do just to keep up.  She wrote as fast as she could,
trying to look calm, but acutely aware that all she had on below her waist
was her black leather shoes and calf-high white socks.  'Anyway, unless I
hurry, and finish these notes, I'll never be able to cover up.'

   Suddenly, an eraser came bouncing past her on the floor to her right. 
It stopped next to Yuusuke's desk in the row ahead of hers.  She noticed,
but didn't have time to worry about it.  But then in her shoulder, she felt
the stab of Kazuhiko's pen.

   "Hey, Chiaki, can you pass me back my eraser?  I dropped it."

   "Oh, please!  Get Yuusuke to pick it up," she whispered back as quietly
as she could.  The last thing she wanted was for Ito to hear.

   "Aw, c'mon.  Do me a favor, and pick it up, will ya?" he paused to think
a second.  "Or maybe I should ask old man Ito to pick it up for me.  He'd
be in for quite a surprise, now wouldn't he?"

   The students sitting nearby all perked up, having noticed the eraser,
and realized what Kazuhiko was up to.  Yuusuke was just ignoring the
eraser, pretending to be too busy taking notes.  Anyway, she had to get
back to taking notes, or else Kazuhiko might not even give her back her
panties.  Covering her pussy with her left hand and her bum with her right,
she slid off her chair, and squatted down in the aisle.  She covered up as
best she could, but her blouse was so short it provided no cover at all for
her creamy white hips.

   All the guys in the class had long lusted after Chiaki, but seeing her
squatting there, her gorgeous hips completely exposed was like a dream come
true.  It made them all want to tease her, to savor her humiliation even
more.

   Chiaki was painfully aware that everyone was staring at her bum, but she
had to move on of her hands to pick up the eraser.  She quickly reached
forward with her right hand leaving her lovely round behind uncovered.

   Just at that second, Yuusuke stuck out his leg, and kicked the eraser
another few feet forward.  Chiaki was so surprised she lost her balance,
and fell forward.  She put her hands out, and landed on all fours.

   "Whoa man!"

   "Holy Jesus!"

   "Ohmigod!  What an ass!" her classmates gasped.  Their eyes went wide in
shock, stunned to see her kneeling there bare-assed, sticking her cute
little ass and her delicate pussy up in the air for all to see.  And look
they did, mercilessly lapping up the wondrous sight.

   Chiaki was mortified, but she quickly crawled forward, and grabbed the
eraser, speeding back to her desk.  Overcome with humiliation at having
flashed her most private parts in the middle of class, and still unable to
cover them up, she stared down at her desk, trying to keep from crying.  'I
just have to make it through this class.  I have to forget about my
clothes, and concentrate.' But the feeling of the cold seat on her naked
bum made it impossible to forget, no matter how much she wanted to.  Her
face was burning bright red.

   Kazuhiko didn't even pause.  He tossed his eraser down the aisle on the
other side.

   "Woops.  I dropped it again.  Chiaki, could you be a dear, and fetch it
for me?"

   Chiaki stared back at him, but quickly scampered down to retrieve it
giving the students on the other side a nice long look at her naked ass in
the process.

   There were only ten minutes left in class.  'Oh, please, Kazuhiko, give
me my clothes back soon,' she prayed.  'I can't take much more of this.'
She was so embarrassed her whole body was shaking like a leaf.  Kazuhiko
was enjoying himself too much to stop now.  He whipped off another note,
and tossed it forward.  Chiaki looked down at it in despair.  'What else
could he possibly make me do?'

   "Nice work!  You've got a magnificent butt, do you know that?  Really
sexy.  But do you think you could do me another favor?  Ask Ito some kind
of question?  It really gets to me the way he ignores us all the time.  I
know you know this stuff cold, so make it a real tough one.  It'd better be
good."

   Chiaki finished reading.  She honestly felt like crying.  'If Ito finds
out I'm sitting here in such indecent attire, I'll die.  I could never face
him again.' She really felt like this was one demand she'd have to refuse.
But if she said no, Kazuhiko would just come up with something even more
humiliating.

   The next time Ito paused, Chiaki raised her hand.  Her body flushed hot
as her classmates looked on in amazement.  There she was sitting in class
half naked, and she actually had the nerve to put up her hand!

   "Mr.  Ito, I have a question," she announced, her voice wavering
unsteadily.  'Please don't turn around,' she silently prayed.

   The timid Ito almost jumped in surprise.  He stopped writing, and slowly
turned to face the class.  He visibly winced when he realized it was
Chiaki, the best student in the whole school.  "Yes, Miss Shiraishi, what
is it?"

   Chiaki licked her lips nervously, and then went on.

   "I wanted to ask about the influence of the French revolution on the one
in the States."

   Ito was standing directly in front of her, so he couldn't see under her
desk with the other students in the way.  'Just stay there,' she prayed. 
If he moved off to the side, or worse yet asked her to stand up, it would
be game over.  Chiaki strained to look calm, but she couldn't stop
quivering.  Her classmates looked on in fascinated amusement as she asked
this difficult question with this prim and proper look on her face, even
though they could all see her gorgeous naked hips beneath her desk.

   Ito was so puzzled by her question he didn't notice her strangely small
blouse nor the weird tension in the air.  Unsure how to answer, he just
stood there, pondering the matter for a moment.

   "Hmm.  I only have a broad idea, so how about I bring in some material
tomorrow?  Would that do?"

   "Oh, that's fine," she blurted out, relieved.  But then suddenly a boy
off at the side called out,

   "Oh, I found the answer here in this book." It was Yamanaka, who sat in
the front row left corner.  He was a good student, and that day, he just
happened to be carrying an advanced university exam prep book.  Ito started
to write on the board again, but he couldn't very well just ignore
Yamanaka.

   "Really?" he exclaimed walking over towards Yamanaka's desk.

   "Oh no!" Chiaki let out a cry.  Ito probably wouldn't be able to see her
from where Yamanaka was sitting, but he might catch a glimpse on his way
over.  She quickly covered her crotch with her hand, but this did nothing
to cover her naked hips.  She felt like the whole world was about to crash
down upon her.  Luckily, Ito kept looking straight at Yamanaka.

   "Yes, you're right.  Basically..."

   Chiaki nodded attentively as Ito went on to explain.  She already knew
the answer in the first place.  She just hoped he would hurry up, and go
back to writing on the board.  When he finally finished, he turned his back
to them, and started writing on the board again.  Chiaki heaved a deep sigh
of relief.  She glared over at Yamanaka, who had obviously called Ito over
on purpose just to embarrass her.  How could he betray her like that?  He
was one of the better students in the class.  Had she no friends at all?

   With five minutes to go, Kazuhiko put up his hand.

   "Excuse me, Mr.  Ito, can I be excused?  I just remembered I have to
pick up some stuff for gym class."

   The hair on the back of Chiaki's neck bristled.  'Kazuhiko, you can't
leave.  I have to get my panties and skirt back from you first.' Ito
nodded. Kazuhiko puts his hands together in apology to Chiaki, and
whispered,

   "Don't worry.  I'll be back soon," and then dashed out the door, taking
his bag with him.  'Oh god, I hope he left my panties and skirt in his
desk,' she prayed.  Class finally ended, but Yamanaka went up, and started
talking with Ito.  Chiaki wanted to get up, and look for her clothes, but
she couldn't very well do that with Ito still standing right there.  The
boys in the class all gathered around her, so she went back to covering her
pussy and bum with her hands.

   "Chiaki, that was amazing, flashing us your pussy when you went for the
eraser!"

   "And even asking old man Ito a question.  What nerve!"

   "Shhh!  He'll hear you," she whispered nodding towards Ito.

   "Why'd you do it?  Why'd you take off your skirt in the first place? 
What a cocktease you are, man!  We never realized you were so hot to trot,"
the boy babbled on, all excited.

   "Chiaki, I didn't get to see you when you went for the eraser.  Here,
move your hands, and give us all another peek," another boy begged her. 
Ito finally left, and she got up to check Kazuhiko's desk.  She bent over
to peer inside, but she was having trouble keeping her pussy covered.

   "Whoa!" they all cried as she almost moved her hand.  There was no sign
of her clothes.  Kazuhiko must have stuffed them in his bag.  Now what was
she supposed to do?  She had to go to gym class, but she couldn't go out in
the hall without her skirt.  Already, there were other students outside in
the hall looking in.  She sat down again trying to hide.  There must be
another class in here after ours, so they're just waiting for us to clear
out.

   "Can someone lend me a towel or something?  I've got to get to my locker
to get my gym stuff," she pleaded.

   The other girls had left already, scandalized by Chiaki's brazenness,
and none of the boys seemed to want to let her cover up.  They were all
enjoying looking at her too much.

   "I've got a better idea.  Why don't you take off that blouse?  You're
almost naked anyway."

   There was no reasoning with them.  Her only hope was Kazuhiko.  He'd
better come back soon.  Minutes ticked by, and soon it was getting time for
the next class.

   "C'mon Chiaki.  We've got to get to gym class.  We'll protect you."

   She tried to think what to do.  If she didn't go soon, the bell would
ring, and a whole new class of students would come in.  Maybe she would
have to go with these guys.  Finally, Kazuhiko appeared.

   "What on earth were you doing?" she demanded, half frantic by then.

   "I had to buy some baby oil and some navy latex paint.  C'mon, we'd
better go down to the boys' changing room to do this."

   "Do what?  Where's my skirt?"

   "Let me see your notebook."

   "What?"

   "I told you if you didn't write down every last word, the deal was off.
But don't worry.  I've got an even better plan.  Latex bloomers." Bloomers
are the tight fitting navy red or pink gym shorts that Japanese school
girls always wear for phys.  ed.  Chiaki just stared at him in disbelief.

   "C'mon we've got to hurry.  Hey guys, everyone grab a hold of Chiaki's
hips there.  We've got to hide the fact that she's bare-assed till we get
her down to the change rooms."

   They all darted their hands in, grabbing her buttocks or fingering her
crotch.

   "Kyaa!" she squealed, startled at the sudden stimulation.  She ran away,
and covered her privates again herself.  "Just give me my skirt back."

   "No can do.  I already put it in my locker.  I guess we'll have to do it
here.  Here move your hands, and bend over."

   "What are you going to do?"

   "Rub baby oil on your ass and pussy.  It'll make it easier to get the
paint off later."

   To be continued

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