Author: W Jason Scott Title: Philmore Academy Naked in School Program - Chapter 4 - Tuesday Part: Chapter 4 of 11 Summary: Natalie Scott is selected to participate in the Naked in School program at her new school, Philmore Academy Keywords: NIS, mf, mmmmf, ff, exhib, forced, humil, pett, strip, teen, voy, ws This story is dedicated to Karen Wagner, who created this genre and encouraged other authors to use her theme. Tuesday The time on the clock advances to six forty-five, one of the newer pop songs starts to play on the radio. Natalie reaches over and hits the snooze button. She is not ready to get up; she didn't sleep very well last night; events from both the school day and the talk she had with her parents wouldn't leave her thoughts long enough to fall into a restful sleep. She forces herself to put her feet on the floor and head to the bathroom. Natalie tries to decide whether she wants to take a shower or not. She took a shower last night, but the goal was to simply wash away the horrors of the day, especially the orange marker from between her legs. "If nothing else I needs to shave my pubes; my legs too while I'm at it." her inner voice decides. "But wait...if I keep my legs hairy maybe Sarah won't bother me." She contemplates the options, but ultimately settles on soft, smooth and hairless; all the way around. ***** "Honey, your ride is here." Natalie's mom yells from downstairs. "Ride? What ride?" "Daddy scheduled his driver to take you to school each morning and also to pick you up at the end of the day." "Oh really?" Natalie questions her mother as she jogs down the stairs. "Is that so I don't try to skip school or because I'm still mad at him?" "Are you still mad at him?" "Yes." "Then, yes, that is why he lending his driver for you." She pauses, "And so that you don't try to skip school." Natalie just sighs as she gives her mother a peck on the cheek and heads for the door. "Try to enjoy yourself. Be strong. Be a role model." Natalie sits in the backseat thinking about her mother's words, 'role model'. She gets angry, "How long did it take them to think up this crap. Do they really think walking around naked all day is going to make me a role model? It's just going to make me some freshman boy's wet dream." The car pulls to the rear entrance of the Academy. Natalie notices several kids heading into the front entrance; much more than usually especially this early in the morning. "After all, a teen's motto is if it wasn't for the last minute, nothing would get done," her inner voice chuckles. "I bet they are coming to see me, well us. They have come to see the new morning entertainment of Philmore Academy." She exits the car and heads to the side door, the designated entrance and exit for program participants. Participants can hang out as long as they want, at least until the first warning bell, but once they enter through the doors they must go straight to the stage and disrobe. She peers around the corner and she sees Jack and Becky by the door. "Good morning Jack, morning Becky." "So I didn't see any breaking news last night about a naked girl killing her parents." Jack says with a little laugh. "How did it go last night?" "I guess I underestimated them. They may actually be smarter than I thought, but I am not going to tell them that." Natalie turns to Becky. "My god, I just realized that I never saw you yesterday. How did your day go?" Becky cringes, like she just ripped off a scab making the wound bleed again. "It was an absolute nightmare. I'm not sure what was worse, the constant posing in class, or that bitch Sarah what's-her-name." "Oh god, she got to you too? Boy she gets around; that makes her three for three for the day. She probably would have got little Katie too if she wasn't sent home early." "Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. When I finally accepted her discretionary request she just wouldn't stop. I think I had three orgasms and nearly passed out after the last one. I'm mad because she made me late for Algebra. As punishment Mr. Barton made me be the chalk board. All the boys suddenly became real interested in solving math problems. It took me an hour to get the marker off my tits and ass." Becky looks over Natalie's shoulder. "Here comes Damian, I told him I would go inside with him this morning, so maybe I will see you sometime today. Good luck." Natalie gives Becky a little hug, "Okay, Good luck. Be strong. Be a role model." "Be a role model? What is that all about?" Jack asks. "It's just something my parents said to me last night. I guess it's going to be my mantra for the rest of the week. They have this hair-brain idea that I will be a positive role model for the program. She thinks I can set the example on how to get the most out of this program." "I think you're right - your parents are smarter than you think. And they are right, you probably will be a good role model." "Probably?" Before Jack could answer, Natalie sees Katie yelling at an older man, probably her father. She is crying and won't get out of the vehicle. "Come on, let's go see what we can do to help." Natalie runs over to the vehicle with Jack in tow. When she gets to the car she can hear more of the conversation. Katie's father tells her that there is nothing he can do to get her out of the program, it's the law. "Mr. Schrader, can I try?" He steps back, Natalie steps to the door and kneels down to Katie's eye level. "I know yesterday was pretty overwhelming for you, but today is going to be different. You want to know why?" "Wh...Wh...Why?" Katie is barely able to get the word out of her mouth as she sobs. "Because you have Jack and me watching your back; none of those boys will mess with you today, or they will have to deal with me." "And me," Jack adds. "What do you say; do you want to give it another try? I promise today will be better than yesterday." Katie wipes the tears from her eyes, and then takes a deep breath. She steps out of the vehicle and grabs onto Natalie's arm. "Thank you." Katie's father says as he closes the door. "She read the pamphlet several times last night, so she knows the rules better than she did yesterday. That should help her get through the day." Natalie acknowledges her father and then she hears the first warning bell. They realize they need to be on stage immediately. They start running for the participant's entrance. Natalie stops at the door, takes a deep breath and pulls on the door. "Here goes nothing." As the three steps inside and onto the stage, Natalie notices Dean Larson standing in his designated spot. He's watching over the clothes bins and has a stop watch in his hand. Natalie looks out to the audience but it's hard to see anything as the spotlights are shining directly onto them. From the noise coming from the bleachers, she estimates there is at least fifty students watching the morning strip show. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen," Dean Larson greets the teens. "The clock starts now; you have five minutes to get undressed." Jack was naked almost immediately; he only had his shirt and a pair of shorts to take off. He didn't even bother wearing underwear this morning. Natalie had her shirt and shorts off, but held off with her bra and underwear. She looks over to Katie and sees that she barely had her shirt off. She just stands there frozen. Natalie walks over to her and looks into her eyes. "You can do this, I know you can. You just have to remember, they're not going to see anything they haven't already seen." Katie takes a deep breath and slowly reaches for the button of her shorts. She freezes again when she hears a teen from the audience yell out to 'hurry up'. Natalie turns to Dean Larson and gives him a look. Dean Larson nods and steps into the bleachers, reminding the teens that respect is expected by all students. Natalie helps Katie unbutton her shorts, then reaches down and pulls down the zipper. "I want you to take them off, show those boys that you are stronger than them. Then we will have some fun. We will give them the show they are looking for. We will do it together. Okay?" "Alright, I guess I can do it if you do it with me." Katie pulls down her shorts and throws it in her box. She grabs Natalie's outstretched hand, as they walk to the center stage where the lights were the brightest. "Just do what I do." Natalie reaches back and unfastens her bra. Katie hesitantly follows suit. Without removing her bra, she leaps and turns around. Katie does more of a pirouette, but ends with her back to the crowd just like Natalie. Jack comes from the side stage and pulls both bras from the girls' chest. He starts running around the stage like he just stole them. The girls can hear roars from the crowd, and looks over their shoulders following Jack's antics. Natalie starts laughing at seeing Jack's limp dick flailing around as he runs around the stage. Katie even lets out a giggle. Jack returns to center stage and throws the bras in the boxes. He then stands in between Katie and the audience, obstructing their view. Natalie then hooks her underwear and pulls them down, Katie does the same. A voice yells out from the audience, "Get out of the way, we can't see." Jack waves his finger at the audience. "Sorry ladies and germs that concludes the show for today. Program rules say we cannot conceal our own bodies, but there's nothing in the rules that says we cannot conceal each other. Katie here is going to get an escort to class and if you are lucky you can see her there." Jack and Natalie stand on each side and put their arm around Katie. They are all laughing as the leave the stage and head for the hallway. "Okay guys, we are kind of on our own here. Anyone can stop us at anytime. Remember, you only have to accept one reasonable request before class, and they have to be respectful." Natalie looks both ways down the hall. Jack is going in the opposite direction, so he makes a run for it. Natalie notices he did not get very far when two freshmen girls stop him in his tracks. Natalie also notices a crowd around Becky who is again accepting a discretionary request, fortunately from a boy this time. She hopes she can slip Katie by the crowd and at least get her to her locker without incident. They make a dash for it; the boys were too preoccupied with Becky to notice the two other naked girls passing behind them. "We made it." Natalie leaves Katie at her locker and continues on to her locker around the corner. "Grab your stuff as fast as you can and get to class. Unfortunately, there is not much I can do once you get in class. I'll see you in the cafeteria for lunch okay?" Katie nods and turns her attention to the books in her locker. Natalie has to start worrying about herself now; she too would prefer to get to class without having to accept a reasonable request. Natalie gets to her locker without incident but as she is packing her backpack she feels a presence behind her. She starts to turn around to see who is approaching. "Stop, do not turn around," a male voice orders. Natalie doesn't recognize the voice. It's as if it is muffled like they were talking through a cloth. She can't quite make out whose voice it is, but it had a familiarity to the tone. "Put your hands against your locker and do not remove them from this spot." The teen grabs her wrists and shows her where he wants her hands to stay. "Natalie, may I frisk you?" "Frisk me?" "Yes, frisk you. I want to be sure you are not carrying any contraband on you." "Contraband? Where would I possibly hide contraband?" Natalie decides to play along. "Okay, I see where this is going. Yes, I give you permission to frisk me. BUT, there will be no cavity searches as part of this shake down." "Do not take your eyes off the inside of your locker. You are not to look at me." As the teen puts his hand on her hip the touch felt familiar, but she couldn't place from where. As he slowly works his way up the side of her chest, he moves to the front, reaching for her breasts. He circles her nipples with a gentle touch of his finger tip, then moves down to her stomach. Natalie could sense that he was kneeling down. She feels a hand tap at the inside of her calf, prompting her to spread her legs further apart. He then moves his hands up towards her freshly shaven pubic mound. "Oh god!" The words escape Natalie's lips as she lets out a deep breath. "It is too early in the morning for this." She can feel dampness develop between her legs. She feels his hands getting closer and closer to her sex. He reaches her mound and feels the smooth skin. "This is not how I remember it yesterday." He continues to rub her mound; she can now feel her clit stiffening as the dampness turns to a flood inside her vagina. The mystery teen reaches between her legs and rubs her labia. The skin is soft and smooth. He can feel the wetness escape from between her pussy lips. He moves his hands to her ass and gently rubs her firm globes before moving his hand to each side of her right thigh. He slides his hands down, gently patting her legs until he reaches her ankles. He works his way back up her leg but doesn't stop until his hand makes contact with her dripping sex. He repeats his scan on the other leg, again coming back up and making contact with her pussy. Natalie hasn't taken a breath for at least a minute as the teeny finishes his body search. "Well Natalie, it appears you are correct, you do not have any contraband on you. Of course I would want to do a cavity search sometime to confirm. For now, I request you keep your eyes closed until I am out of sight." As the mystery teen jogs away, he yells back to her, "See you in class." Natalie finally lets out a breath. She reaches down between her legs just to see how wet she is. "Miss. Scott, must I remind you that concealing yourself is not allowed. Please remove your hand from between your legs and get to class. You have thirty seconds." Natalie looks up; there is no one else in the hall except her and Dean Larson. "Yes sir; I'm on my way." She grabs her backpack and towel and closes her locker. "Dean Larson, did you happen to see who that was?" "I have no idea what you're talking about. There is no one here except you and me." Dean Larson replies with a wry smile on his face. "Was someone giving you trouble?" "No sir, no trouble. No trouble at all." Natalie stumbles into Spanish class. She sees the teacher, Mrs. Rodriguez busy with another student. Before being instructed otherwise, she dashes to her seat, lays out her towel and sits down. She realizes that the towel is her greatest friend at the moment. It is helping absorb the wetness from between her legs. She slowly wiggles her bottom, hopefully no one noticing, in an attempt to dry herself. "Natalie," Mrs. Rodriguez' voice rings out, "Come to the front and face toward the class. Please assume the position." "Great, here we go again," her inner voice yells out. Natalie stands up and walks to the front of the teacher's desk and turns around. She raises her hand to the back of her head and spreads her legs. "WHOA! Nice upgrade." A voice from the back of the room blurts out, a teen boy with raging hormones no doubt. Natalie quickly realizes that this is the first time her classmates see her completely shaved. She looked down her body and realized that everything is in full view. Though yesterday's five o'clock shadow wasn't overly thick, it at least covered the cleft of her pussy and it kept her labia pulled together. Her pussy was just one smooth mound between her legs. However, now that she shaved, spreading her legs made the labia split apart. There is a distinct divide between her legs that clearly separates the left side of her pussy from the right side. Natalie sighs, though the humiliation level is significantly lower than yesterday, it's still incredibly embarrassing to be the only naked person in a room full of her peers. Natalie feels Mrs. Rodriguez come up behind her and puts her hand on Natalie's shoulder. Mrs. Rodriguez is a petit lady, not very old. She is dark complected, typical of Latin descent. "Natalie here is going to help us today learn the Spanish words for various body parts. Let's call today Mexican Anatomy Day," Mrs. Rodriguez states in her thick Spanish accent. The teens offer their approval with claps, whistles and cheers. "However, Natalie is not going to stand up here alone." The teens' excitement was quickly dashed and they all quickly quiet. The proverbial pin drop could be heard. "I am looking for a volunteer. Since I already have a female model, I think I need a male model so that we can compare the different parts of the anatomy." The silence was deafening, finally broken by a couple girls giggling in the corner. "Ladies, don't think that I won't let Natalie sit down and replace her with one of you." Mrs. Rodriguez scans the room, looking for a volunteer. "If I don't get a volunteer, you will leave me no choice but to pick someone." "I will do it." A hand rises in the back of the class. Natalie's eyes shoot to the back of the room, she is in complete shock that someone actually volunteered. Natalie is even more shocked to see Matthew Stewart rise from his seat. "Sure, why not. It hasn't killed Natalie yet, so it can't be all that bad. Most of the class has seen me naked, either in the locker room or somewhere else. Right, Nicole?" Matthew pats the shocked girl on the shoulder as he passes her, making his way to the front of the class. Someone yells out "BURN!", while another says "Oh, no he didn't". The entire class laughs. "Thank you Matthew for volunteering. Would you like to undress in private?" Mrs. Rodriguez asks. "No, that's fine. I will just step around the desk." Matthew already has his shirt off before reaching the desk. The girls start whistling and giving him cat-calls. Natalie looks over to him as he passes, her inner voice screams out again, "What is it with this Academy, is six-pack abs a requirement for admission?" After a minute Matthew is standing beside Natalie, equally naked. Natalie looks to him and mouths a 'thank you' to him. He nods his acknowledgement. "Mrs. Rodriguez, are you going to make me pose like Natalie?" "No Matthew, I can't make you do anything." She pauses, "I can only..." "Wait...What?" A teen's interrupts, "What do you mean you can't make him do anything? But you said that you would pick someone if he didn't volunteer." "Well, I guess I am lucky he volunteered before someone called my bluff." Mrs. Rodriguez smiles at being exposed to her devilish plan. "Program rules allow me quite a bit of latitude with Natalie here, but I'm quite limited on everything else. All I can do is strongly suggest, recommend, encourage and even throw out an empty threat or two, but that's about it." "So Matthew, I can't order you to pose, but I bet Natalie would be quite grateful if you joined her." Natalie nodded in agreement. Matthew shrugs his shoulders, turns and puts his hands behind his head and spreads his legs. A girl in the front row giggles, watching Matthew's stiffening cock twitch and jump. "Mrs. Rodriguez, what is Spanish for 'erection'?" The entire class looses it, taking several minutes for Mrs. Rodriguez to calm them down. Once the class settled down, Mrs. Rodriguez brings out a long stick. Natalie gasps thinking she was going to hit her with it. She calms once she realizes that she was using it only as a pointer. Mrs. Rodriguez starts off by pointing at Matthew and asks the class for the Spanish name for head. She continues to slowly working down the body switching back and forth between Natalie and Matthew. Natalie breathes a sigh of relieve when Mrs. Rodriguez skips over her pussy and moves down to her legs. The relief was short lived though. Mrs. Rodriguez points to Matthew's feet and receives the correct Spanish name. She then moves to Natalie and slides the stick between her legs. She pulls it back until the end of the pointer is lodged between her pussy lips. "Okay, I think that is enough for today. I'm sure everyone knows what the Spanish word is for 'wetness'." Mrs. Rodriguez looks into Natalie's eyes as she pulls the pointer from her pussy. Natalie's face turns a deep shade of red as she asks, "Can we be done with Spanish Anatomy for today please?" Mrs. Rodriguez turns to the class, "The last fifteen minutes of class will be free time, just keep it to a dull roar please. Natalie you may sit back down and Matthew...well, I would suggest you get dressed, but you can do as you please." The teens roam the room, many of them passing Natalie to get a better look at her. Natalie takes the opportunity to chat with some of her friends she hasn't talked to since this past weekend's pool party. She tells them of the numerous horror stories from the previous day and bits and pieces of what her parents said to her last night. She tells them she surprised herself at how quickly she is getting used to being naked. She even suggests as part of Outreach that when they get selected she will go naked to help them through their first day. The bell rings, another period over. ***** The teens all rush out the door; Natalie holds back and slowly gathers her things. She sees Matthew, dressed again, at the door. "Matthew, wait up." Natalie springs out of her chair and meets him at the door. They walk out into the hall together. "I just want to thank you for what you did today. That was brave." "You're welcome; it's the least I could do after yesterday. Besides, I probably should be thanking you." "Thanking me, for what?" "You've showed everyone that being naked is really no big deal. Sure I bet some parts have been embarrassing, but overall everyone in our class has been pretty impressed with how brave you're being." "It hasn't been nearly as easy as it looks." Natalie responds as they continue to walk down the hall towards her next class. "I'm sure it hasn't and now I can attest to that. But I actually had a lot of fun today; it's not every day I get to hang out naked with a sexy chick." Mathew throws his elbow out shoving Natalie towards the wall. Natalie blushes. "Hey, I have a question for you. What do you want to be when you grow up? What I mean, what do you want to do for work after high school or college?" "I'm not really sure; I have a few ideas, but haven't really made up my mind. Why do you ask?" "Does one of those ideas involve police work?" "Police work, what do you mean?" Matthew gives her a dazed and confused look. "Don't give me that. You mean to tell me you have no interest in searching for 'contraband'." "Contraband? Never really thought much about that, but I guess that could be an option. Police work could be rewarding." He looks up and sees that they are at the entrance to the gym. "Look, it's the gym, good luck in P.E. today. Wish I had second period P.E." "So I guess I am not going to get a straight answer out of you am I?" She sees no reaction from Matthew or any indication that he was going to give away any secrets. "Fine. Thanks again for what you did in Spanish class...and thank you for walking me to class. I guess everyone thought I was accepting your reasonable request that no one tried to ask me." Natalie lifts up on her toes and gives Matthew a big hug, she can feel his erection poke into her. "Be careful with that thing, you could hurt someone," Natalie jokes. "Sorry, it's not every day that I get to walk next to a sexy naked chick." Natalie blushes again. As Natalie turns into the gym, Matt puts a hand on her shoulder, "Hey wait, that doesn't mean I can't ask you for a reasonable request." "Nope, you're too late!" Natalie says with a giggle and jumps through the gym doors. "Looks like I belong to Ms. White now." Natalie laughs out loud as she turns and heads into the gym. ***** The euphoria is short lived as she realizes that P.E. brings a whole new set of horrors, like having to shower with the boys. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, Natalie did not need to go into the locker room before class. She didn't need to change into her gym clothes; she was already NOT wearing them. Natalie heads for the bleachers, lays down her towel and sits. Unlike the classrooms, there was not a designated desk for her to sit in, but she could only assume she needs to sit at the bottom row. Ms. White comes out of her office, walking toward Natalie. Ms. White is a young woman, fresh out of college. She was a track star in college, so she was really fit. She can give most of the boys a run for their money when it comes to fitness. Natalie has had only had one classes with her since school started, so she hasn't been able to determine if she fits the old cliché that all female gym teachers are dykes. "We have a little predicament, don't we Miss Scott." "What's that Ms. White?" "Well, maybe you haven't noticed but you're naked." "Really, I didn't notice." Natalie looks down at her bare body, "Oh my god, you're right, I AM naked." They both chuckle. "Well, P.E. involves running, jumping and a whole bunch of other things that are not conducive to unsupported body parts." Ms. White looks down at Natalie's perky breasts. "Unfortunately I cannot let you wear a sports bra and I can't let you cover yourself." "What would you suggest then?" "For this week, I'm going to let you off a little easy, but not completely. I want you to go into the fitness center and do what you can on the cardio equipment. You can walk on the treadmill or elliptical, bike on the spinners, hit the weights, something, anything. You need to stay in shape for soccer; we have some holes that need to be filled this year." "Holes to fill, huh? Funny." "Sorry, that's not what I meant." Ms. White points across the gym, giving Natalie permission to head to the fitness center. "But promise you will really work out. After all, the boys still want to see a good show in the shower after." "I'm not going to get out of that part am I?" "Sorry, but I won't let you out of that one." "Can't or won't?" Natalie questioned her choice of words. "Can't and won't; I'm actually looking forward to seeing this myself." "Oh really, then why don't you join me?" Natalie can't believe she just asked her teacher to shower with her. "Probably not today, I will let the boys enjoy you today. We'll see about Thursday though." Natalie's jaw drops as she grabs her stuff and heads across the gym; the discussion with Ms. White replaying in her head. "Maybe she does fit the cliché." Natalie steps into the fitness center and scans over the room trying to decide which piece of equipment would give her a great workout without causing a significant amount of discomfort. She sits down at the recumbent bike; the seat is like a chair and not one of those bicycle seats that would ride up your ass. Natalie sits on the bike and starts making adjustments. She is about to start her workout when something catches her eye. Natalie sulks as all hopes were dashed of having some privacy for the next hour and a half. The fitness center had a huge picture window looking out into the gymnasium. Ms. White decided to have class inside, even though it was a beautiful fall morning outside. She brings out the basketballs for a little co-ed scrimmaging. A handful of teens waiting to be substituted in were standing outside the window, looking in as Natalie pedals naked. Natalie laughed out loud when one of the boys was too busy staring through the window to notice a ball come flying at his head. The errant pass nearly knocking him to the ground. Natalie jumps around to several different pieces of equipment, much to the enjoyment of the boys. During one of the changes Natalie looks out into the gym. She noticed that the class was heavily made up of girls. There were only five boys in her class. She gave a sigh of relief knowing she only had to deal with five boys in the locker room. A little more than an hour into the class and Natalie was really starting to work up a sweat; not because Ms. White told her to, but because the workout was becoming a great stress reliever for her. Her inner voice mentions, "You haven't had this much stress relief since that time..." Natalie starts to reminisce with herself, "Yeah, yeah, I remember the time. I don't masturbate very often, but that one time left me paralyzed for nearly an hour." Natalie is back on the recumbent bike, pedaling as fast as she can. She hears Ms. White's whistle blow. "Okay everyone, stretch out for five minutes and then hit the showers." Natalie sees Ms. White go into her office. She comes up with a brilliant idea, hit the showers before the boys finish stretching. She reasons if she can get in and out real fast then she isn't break any rules. The rules only say that she has to use the boy's locker room, not that she has to shower with the boys. She jumps off the bike and heads to the locker room, hoping to go unnoticed. "Like no one is going to notice the naked girl running into the boy's locker room" her inner voice chides. She makes into the locker room without incident and quickly takes off her shoes and socks. She heads for the shower room and turns on the water to one of the shower heads. As she steps under the hot water she looks around, "I don't get how boys can shower together in one big open room like this. Girls just won't do that. I wonder if that will change when the program boys have to shower with the girls." Natalie hopes to quickly scrub down, wash her hair and be out of there in less than two minutes. She reaches for the dispenser on the wall to squirt some soap into her hand. TWEEEET. The noise of the whistle nearly causes Natalie to pee herself. The echo of the whistle reverberated through the walls of the shower room amplifying the noise. She quickly turns around and sees Ms. White. "Miss Scott! What are you doing?" "I'm taking a shower, what does it look like." "Why aren't you waiting for the boys?" Natalie could sense a bit of anger in Ms. White's voice. "Because I don't have to," Natalie answers. "Rules say I only have to use the shower, not shower with them." "Correct, but while you are in my class, I have full control over you and I say you will wait and shower WITH the boys." Ms. White looks into the locker room seeing where the boys are. "Boys, what's taking so long?" "Coming." Ms. White is blocking the entrance to the shower room. She's looking back at the lockers waiting for the boys when Natalie notices Ms. White's facial expression change, from joy to anger. "What in the world is that?" Natalie couldn't see the boys, but based on Ms. White's reaction, she probably wasn't referring to a raging hard-on. "Bathing suits," Natalie could hear the boys respond with a tone that they just got away with something. "There's no rule that we had to shower naked, just Natalie. And you can't make us shower naked either." Natalie surmised in her head, "Damn! Were they in my Spanish class too?" "You are correct, I cannot make you, but I will give you two options; you can take off those suits, get in there and help Natalie finish her shower OR I send you back to your locker and I let Natalie finish her shower all on her own and you get to see none of it. You have two seconds to decide, Natalie is getting cold in there." "Are you going to stay in here?" the boys ask Ms. White. "Do you think I am crazy enough to leave you alone with her? Program rules don't allow it and neither do I." The tone of Ms. White's words left little doubt that her patience was running short. Natalie could hear at least two of the boys say "We're out." Natalie lets out a laugh in her mind, the irony of boys not wanting to be naked in front of a girl is priceless. The remaining boys all voice their acceptance of Ms. White's proposal. They were willing, although reluctantly, to get naked in order to shower with Natalie. Natalie senses an opportunity to turn the table; she wants to watch the boys undress and perhaps tease them a bit. Ms. White catches a glimpse of Natalie as she runs towards the doorway. She reaches out her arm, inviting Natalie to stand next to her. Natalie slides under the outstretched arm as she turns towards the boys, folds her arm across her stomach and gives them a look as if she, for once this week, has the upper hand. Ms. White smiles as she gives Natalie an approving squeeze. "Well, we're waiting!" the two tell the boys in unison. One by one the boys drop their suits and step out of them; their dicks stiffen almost immediately. "Okay, now that we are all on the same page, let's get back to business." Ms. White gently directs Natalie back into the shower; she waves for the boys to follow her. "Natalie, do me a favor and stand in the center of the room and assume the standard position for me." The euphoria Natalie felt quickly crashes down on her. She knew that she once again had to give up all control of what was going to happen to her. "Boys, can you please help Natalie wash up. Be sure to lather her up real good. And don't forget to wash her hair; and from what I see, I don't think I have to indicate which hair I'm talking about." Ms. White chuckles. The boys rush to the soap dispensers and push the lever repeatedly filling their palms with soap. They race toward Natalie like a pack of wolves, quickly smearing the soap all over her body. They continue to rub callously as the liquid slowly turns to a bubbly lather. The boys take turns running back to the dispenser for more soap and back to Natalie to lather her body. Natalie chuckles at their stiff erections swinging and swaying all over the place. "How can you even walk in that condition?" she asks the boys. The boys blush as they try to keep their dicks under control. "Ms. White, shouldn't they be wearing condoms? It looks like they are about to erupt and I don't want their goo all over me." Natalie asks with some concern in her voice. "Boys, Natalie is right, you know the school rules concerning body fluids; either finish up and let her rinse off, or you will need to go put condoms on." "Ms. White, I think we are almost done," one of the boys answers. "We have just one area that we haven't thoroughly washed yet." The boy looks down at Natalie's bare pussy and then looks back at Ms. White. Natalie understands what he is alluding to and shakes her head at Ms. White, pleading with her eyes not to let them touch her down there. Ms. White gestures back at her, silently telling Natalie to trust her. "Boys, you have thirty seconds to finish her up. You can wash her pussy, but no stimulation. We aren't here to give her an orgasm; she can take care of that on her own time." "And no penetration please Ms. White," Natalie pleads. "You heard her boys, no penetration either." The last thirty seconds were torture for Natalie. The boys took turns rubbing their soapy hands between her legs. They were rough, more focused on their own entertainment than on Natalie's hygiene. Ms. White blows her whistle one more time and instructs Natalie to wash off and for the boys to go back to their lockers, get dried off and ready for their next class. Natalie finishes rinsing the soap off her body; a tear falls from the corner of her eye and runs down her cheek. Ms. White is waiting at the doorway with a towel, she sees Natalie starting to cry. "Natalie, come here. What's wrong?" Natalie falls into Ms. White's arms as she wraps the warm towel around her. Ms. White starts to slowly pat her with the towel waiting for Natalie to answer. "I'm not sure." Natalie pauses trying to keep her sobs from becoming a full blown meltdown. "That just didn't feel right," she continues. "They were just pawing me, not caring about how it felt; or how I felt. I'm trying to get through this program, but..." Natalie couldn't say any more, her sobs continue. Ms. White pulls Natalie into her chest and wraps her arms around her. She holds her tight while she continues to cry. "Natalie, I'm going to make you a promise." Natalie gathers herself together, pulls back and looks Ms. White in the eyes, urging her to continue. "I promise by this time Thursday, those boys will know how to properly bathe a woman. I promise that you will never leave another one of my classes with a tear in your eye. Well, at least not a tear of sadness. And most importantly, I promise those boys will fully regret doing that to you. What do you say; can we put this behind us and start over again on Thursday?" Natalie nods as she wipes the tears from her eyes. She grabs the towel and finishes drying herself off. She starts to head towards the locker room so that she can put on her shoes before the bell rings. Ms. White grabs Natalie by the shoulder and gives her one more hug from behind. "I'm sorry, it is my job to keep you safe and I failed you. Can you forgive me?" "I'll let you know Thursday," Natalie answers with a giggle as she runs to gather her things. Natalie stops half way to her locker and turns back. "Ms. White? Can I ask you a favor?" "Anything, you name it." "Can you escort me to the cafeteria? I don't think I could handle a reasonable request right now." "I'm getting a little hungry myself. Grab your stuff and let's go." The bell rings indicating the end of another period. ****** Natalie and Ms. White turn and walk through the doors to the cafeteria. Natalie gives Ms. White another hug. "Thank you Ms. White for the escort, I appreciate it. I need to go find Katie and see how she's doing." Ms. White smiles at Natalie and gives her a little push to guide her on her way. Natalie scans the cafeteria in search of Katie. She doesn't see her anywhere, panic sets in. "Did she have another rough morning? Did she get sent home again? Do those boys have her cornered somewhere in the hallways?" All the horrible possibilities rush through her head. Natalie continues to scan the cafeteria and her eyes catch Dean Larson at the other end of the room. She runs over to him. "Dean Larson, have you seen Katie? Is she okay?" "Good morning Miss Scott. Yes, I think I just saw her." Dean Larson scans the room, "There she is, sitting down over at that table with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Davis." "Phew! I got worried when I couldn't find her." She lets out a sigh of relief. "Who's Mr. Davis?" "Philip...Phil...Phil Davis; the other freshman program participant." "That's his name, I remember now. See you later Dean Larson." Natalie turns to join the group. "Miss Scott." Dean Larson stops Natalie in her tracks. She turns around and faces him. "Thank you...for helping Katie this morning. I'm proud of you." Natalie acknowledges Dean Larson with a nod and a smile. She turns and runs to the table of naked teens. As she approaches the table she slides down the bench and into Katie, giving her a bug hug. "Where have you been, we've been waiting for you for like ten minutes." Katie asks as she hugs Natalie back. "I've been busy being groped by four boys in the shower," Natalie says, trying to make light of the situation. "How is your morning going? Obviously better since you are still here." "Better, I guess. I'm still struggling with being naked. I mean, look at me, my body is so ugly. My boobs are small and all my hair down there is out of control. The boys keep laughing at me." "Oh stop it, you're not ugly and the boys are going to be sorry they laughed in a couple years. Be thankful your boobs are still small, because when they get bigger you won't be able to run around without a bra without hurting yourself. And if you don't like your pubic hair, just do what I do." Natalie leans back so Katie could see her shaved pussy. The revelation gets Jack's and Phil's attention as well, they could not help but get a good look along with Katie. "Oh my god, you shave?" Katie reaches out without thinking and rubs her hand over Natalie's mound. "Hey, you can't touch without making a reasonable request first." They all laugh. "I have to be more observant," Jack intercedes. "I did NOT notice that this morning when we were on stage." "You had your eyes where they belonged, on Katie. You were focused on keeping her safe as you should have been." Natalie shoots back. "But I couldn't do that," Katie says, still looking at Natalie's pussy. "If I did that I'd look like an eight year old." "Hey Phil," Jack looks across the table at him. "What do you think; Katie with hair or no hair?" "Um... Um..." Phil just freezes. "It's okay Phil," Natalie tries to save him. "That is why we are in this program, to explore our sexuality. I know it's a little easier for Jack and I because we are older, but don't be afraid to say what you feel." "I... I like a little hair, but just on top." He pauses for a moment, "I like underneath to be smooth. I think that is prettier...though yours looks nice too." Phil's face turns crimson red. "See that wasn't so hard. And thank you, I like the looks of your penis as well." "Hey, don't talk about my boyfriend like that." Katie objects. "Boyfriend? Where was I when all this happened?" "I think you said something about being molested in a shower." Jack jokes. "By the way, I want names." "Oh, you don't have to worry about that, Ms. White has that covered. I'm actually looking forward to Thursday." Natalie turns back to Katie and Phil, "Well, congratulations. I guess there have been some positives to come out of this program." "Yeah, but I haven't told you any of the bad things that happened this morning." Katie takes a deep breath, preparing herself to relive the morning nightmares. "In French class, the teacher let anyone who guesses the French word for a body part to come up and put their hand on that body part, on MY body part. By the end of the class I had fifteen hands touching me. I couldn't do anything but stand there with my hands behind my head. I really hate that pose." "That doesn't sound too bad." Jack utters. "Oh, it got worse. There were three pairs of hands on my crotch and one of them tried to slip there finger inside me." "They're not supposed to do that." Natalie was mad. "I know, so I screamed. The teacher stopped the lesson and sent the three boys down to Dean Larson's office. They came back just before the end of the class and the one who did it apologized to me." "Would you like to give me that boy's name?" Jack asks. "No, that's okay. I'm going to put that in the memory banks and wait until he gets selected for the program. You know what they say about payback." "NATALIE!" Natalie froze. That voice, that oh-so-familiar voice, rings out from across the cafeteria. Before Natalie could do or say anything, Sarah was standing at the end of the table. "Hi Natalie, where have you been? I have been looking for you all day." "Hi Sarah. I have been in class...and trying to avoid you." "I have no idea why you would want to avoid me." Sarah attention is diverted, "And who is this lovely little minx sitting next to you? I don't believe we have been properly introduced but I'm going to guess you are Katie. I was looking for you all day yesterday. I found Natalie and Becky and Jamie, but I couldn't find you." Jack waves his finger between Phil and himself. "What are we, chopped liver?" "Actually, you are." Sarah looks at Jack, scrunching her nose at him. "Yes, I'm Katie, and from what I gather you must be Sarah. It's nice to meet you." Natalie's head snaps in Katie direction. She hasn't had a chance to tell her about Sarah. She gives Katie a look hoping to warn her about keeping her distance from Sarah. "It's nice to meet you as well, Katie. Now that we have the formalities out of the way, I'd like to offer you free passage to your next class, kind of a body guard if you will. I'll make sure no one else bothers you." Natalie shoots up from the bench. "Sarah, can I speak to you in private please." She grabs Sarah's arm and drags her to a vacant corner of the cafeteria. "Hey, why are you being so grabby?" "Sarah, leave her alone, you will wreck her. She's having a hard enough time with the program as it is, she doesn't need to be exposed to your world right now." "But everyone else in the program loves my world, why wouldn't she?" "No, not everyone in the program loves your world. Well, maybe Becky, but that's beside the point. The rest of us just have to deal with you. She won't be able to." "WHOA!" Sarah looks down and notices Natalie's shaved mound. "What did you do? Did you do that just for me?" "Yes I shave, so what. And no I did not do it for you. Are you going to leave Katie alone or not?" "What's in it for me? What do I get in return if I leave her alone? If I can't have that cute little vixen then I'm going to need something to satisfy my yearnings." "You can have me." Natalie says barely in a whisper. She could hardly believe it came out of her own mouth. "What did you say? I didn't quite catch that." Natalie takes a deep breath, knowing the next words out of her mouth were going to bring her to a place of no return. "You can have me. There I said it. You can have me, but only if you promise to leave Katie alone." "Are you serious? You would sacrifice yourself to protect your cute little blonde friend over there." "Yes, I would. If I have to, if you make me." "Oh, but that is not how the program works. I can only make a request and you have to accept it. I can't force you to do anything you don't want to do." "A reasonable request," Natalie tries to clarify Sarah's statement. "You have to make a reasonable request and I have to accept it." "Or a discretionary request," Sarah starts to grin knowing she is gaining an upper hand. "I know I can make a reasonable request, but that is not what I am interested in. I'm only interested in a discretionary request, maybe even a couple. In exchange, Blondie earns a get-out-of-jail-free card." "That sounds like blackmail to me." "I'd prefer to call it sexual satisfaction. If I am satisfied with one, then I won't need the other. What do you say, give me a couple discretionary requests per day and I lose my interest in the virgin; the other virgin that is." "PER DAY! Two requests per day? Are you kidding?" Natalie takes a deep breath, knowing she has no leverage. "Fine, I will agree to your terms, on one condition. If I say stop, then you have to stop." "Deal! Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes. I would suggest you not be late, we're going to need all the time we can get." Natalie puts her hands on her head, trying to comprehend why she just made a deal with the devil. A thought enters her head, one last ditch effort to escape this prison sentence, "But I can't go in the girl's bathroom; I have to use the boy's room." Sarah gives Natalie a look and shrugs her shoulders. "So; like I've never been in the boy's bathroom before. See you in five minutes." Natalie turns and sulks her way back to the table, numbness has fallen over her entire body. She still has not reconciled in her head what she has committed to. She approaches the table and without speaking a word she grabs her towel and backpack. She starts to turn and head towards the exit when a voice snaps her out of her temporary fog. "Where are you going, there's still like 20 minutes left for lunch. You haven't even eaten anything yet." Jack looks on with concern. "What did you and Sarah talk about." "I don't want to talk about it right now. Let's just say I have to go take care of some business." Natalie legs feel heavier with each step. She has to coax them to continue forward. She steps into the hallway; it doesn't dawn on her that she has just entered the area that anyone could grab her. She is halfway to the bathroom and Natalie hears her inner voice speak up, "Why isn't anyone stopping you? You've past at least a dozen teens and not one of them have stopped you for a reasonable request. It's as if they are actually turning away from me...Oh, I know, Sarah must have threatened every one of them? I bet she stopped everyone in the hall and warned them 'If you stop my girl-toy, then you will feel the pain of a lesbian ass-kicking'." Natalie did not feel like having a conversation with her inner voice, she didn't feel anything right now. She turns the corner and sees Sarah standing at the entrance of the boy's bathroom. Natalie pauses briefly, takes a deep breath then continues. "Look at that, you're even two minutes early," Sarah says with great joy in her voice. "You must be as excited as I am." Natalie looks over Sarah's shoulder, she notices an Out of Order sign taped to the door. "Nice touch," acknowledging that she knows Sarah taped the sign to the door. "Thank you. And if that doesn't work, this should." Sarah holds up a wedge used by the custodians to prop open the door while they are cleaning the bathroom. Natalie pushed the door and walks into the boy's bathroom. She mentally slaps herself in the face, trying to shake the fog. Her inner voice gives her one last pep talk, "Remember, use the program to explore your sexuality. You're not a lesbian, but it won't do any harm to give it a try." Sarah follows Natalie in, she pushes the door shut and shoves the wedge under the door, securing it closed. She springs up and puts her hands on Natalie's back and directs her to the back of the bathroom. Sarah points at the large counter top next to the sink. She directs Natalie, "There, put your towel down there and hop on up." Natalie puts the towel down, turns and slides her ass onto the counter top. The height of the counter lifts her up just slightly, making it the ideal height for Sarah. Sarah grabs Natalie's knees and turns her so that they are looking directly at each other. Sarah pulls Natalie's legs apart and steps in between them, their eyes closing in on each other. "Natalie, may I please suck on those lovely delicious nipples of yours." Natalie closes her eyes, partially in fear of how her body is going to react, and partially in relief. Her mind was racing with the many different directions that this could go. She was hoping Sarah wanted less, but expecting she wanted much more. "Y..Yes Sarah, you have my permission to do as you wish to my nipples, and only my nipples." Sarah leans forward. She takes a deep breath, inhaling through her nose, taking in Natalie's scent. As she slowly exhales, the warm moist air wafts over Natalie's right breast. She continues to exhale, gently blowing air over the rigid nub at the center of Natalie's small areolas. Natalie's skin reacts, goose bumps rising all over her body. Her nipple rises higher, faster, harder than any other bump on her body. Natalie takes another deep breath; she doesn't remember ever exhaling. Sarah continues to puff air towards the swollen nub. Natalie's left nipple reacts equally even without the stimulation as if there is a cosmic connection between the two nubs. Sarah allows her tongue to escape from between her lips. Her tongue is so close to Natalie's nipple the electricity of the moment could cause a spark from one tip to the other. Sarah lurches forward, instantly enveloping the entire nipple with her tongue. The feeling of her warm wet tongue sends explosions through every synapses in Natalie's brain. Sarah's mouth quickly follows, taking in nearly half of Natalie's firm breast. Natalie's eyes roll back in her head, her mouth opens slightly. Her mind is screaming, but no sounds escape her lips. Moisture is forming between her legs, the musky smell rises up her body striking Sarah's nose with the heaviness of a knockout punch from a prize fighter. Sarah inhales, first through her nose so as to take in more of the scent of Natalie's sweet nectar, then through her mouth to create a vacuum pulling more of Natalie's breast into her mouth. Sarah's tongue starts to flitter inside her mouth, the lashes landing squarely on the stiff nub. "Oh god, please," a soft nearly inaudible voice finally escapes Natalie's lips. Sarah pulls her mouth from Natalie's breast. "Please? Please what? Stop?" Her brain and her vocal cords cannot communicate; the interference of the fireworks in her head will not allow it. "Please...Please, just get this over with." Sarah smiles as she shifts her focus on Natalie's left breast. She starts the process over again; first with the gentle breathing, then the warm touch of her tongue, finishing with her mouth surrounding her entire breast. Until now, Natalie hands has been firmly clutching and tugging at the edges of her towel. She releases the towel with her right hand and slowly moves it between her legs. Natalie can feel the fluids rushing out of her pussy as Sarah's tongue begins to flutter again. Natalie arches her back, nearly lifting her ass off the countertop. Sarah notices Natalie's hand slowing creeping towards her sex. She removes her mouth from Natalie's breast and gently blows on her nipples, keeping the sparks firing within her groin. Natalie eyes refuse to open; she is lost in a world of ecstasy. All thoughts within her head are involuntary; all her movements are purely instinctive. Sarah looks down, watching Natalie search with her fingers; searching for the source of the wetness flooding from within. Upon finding the entrance to her cave, Natalie makes small circles with her finger. She can feel the wetness transfer from her vagina onto her fingertips. She pulls her hand out slowly working it up the crevice to the other nub that seeks its own attention. Upon reaching the desired destination the first contact causes her entire body to jolt. THUD Sarah's head snaps towards the source of the interruption. She chuckles as she recognized the noise, it's a noise made when a teen boy's head crashes against a metal door when it unexpectedly stops opening. The crash snaps Natalie out of her sexual trance as she quickly pulls her hand out from between her legs. A light shines through the entrance as the door repeatedly smacks against the doorstop. "The sign says out of order nut wad, use the girl's room if you need to go." Sarah turns her attention back to Natalie, "Welcome back coma girl." Natalie just smiles still unable to speak. "You do know that you are not allowed to cover yourself. I was going to stop you due to program rules, but I think even Dean Larson would have allowed you to do what you were doing." Natalie blushes from embarrassment. "Are you ready for request number two?" "Number two? No way, I couldn't handle you touching me anymore, I might literally implode." "My request does not require me touching you." "Well I'm not going to masturbate in front of you either." "Nope, not that either. But for the record, if it wasn't for Mr. Illiterate trying to break down the door, you would have." "I think it's your turn now!" Sarah states. "It's my turn for what?" Natalie gives Sarah a puzzled look. Sarah just looks into Natalie's eyes. Without saying a word she tugs the bottom of her blouse out of her waistband. She slowly pulls it up and over her head. She reaches back, unsnaps her bra and pulls it off her chest. "Natalie Scott, I request that you return the favor and do to me what I just did to you." "But...I'm not a...I don't know how to...You've got to be kidding." "Are you denying my request? If so, I have some other request I could ask." Sarah continues her strip show in front of Natalie, their eyes still locked together. Sarah unbuttons her skirt and pushes them down over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. "I didn't say I was denying your request. I just don't think I can do to you what you just did to me. And I'm not talking about the physical stuff." "What makes you think you haven't already done that to me?" Sarah hooks her thumbs into her panties and pulls them down, lifting one foot than the other until they are discarded with the rest of her clothes. "So, what is your answer to my request?" "Sarah Marshall, I really, really hate you right now, but I see no reason not to accept your request. And don't forget, if I do this, you have to leave Katie alone" Sarah pulls Natalie off the countertop and inches herself into position. She spreads her legs and places her hand between her legs. Natalie notices Sarah's fingers already buried in her pussy. She looks up at Sarah's eyes and then back down to her pussy. "You really are hopeful that I am going to get you off." "If you follow my instructions, then I'm hopeful that my screams will shatter this mirror. Now come here." Sarah grabs Natalie by the back of the neck and pulls her down towards her breast. Natalie waits for Sarah's first command. "Wet your lips, and then inhale through your nose." Natalie does as she is told. "Gently blow out of your mouth directing your breath onto my nipple." Natalie does as instructed. "Oh my, yes, right there. Now, put your tongue on it. Not just the tip of your tongue, the whole tongue. Wrap it around my nipple. Yes, right there. Now your whole...whoe...holy shit. Just like that...now put your whole mouth on my breast." Natalie continues to follow each step. Her eyes close as she lets her instincts guide her. "Perfect, just pretend its Matthew Stewart and go wild. Put your hand on my other tit. Roll my nipple between your thumb and finger." Natalie raises her hand but instead of stopping at Sarah's breast she continues until her fingers find Sarah's mouth. She eases her fingers between her lips searching out Sarah's tongue. Sarah moans as she tastes the remnants of Natalie's pussy still on her fingers, nearly pushing her over the edge. Sarah whimpers as Natalie withdraws her fingers as she searches for Sarah's nipple. The movement of Sarah's hand between her legs steadily picks up pace, all motions focused on her stiff clit. "Now switch sides, do the same thing to my other nipple." Natalie moves to the other side of her chest. She performs each step with the same tentative care as the first time. With her mouth exhaling onto her breast, she brings her other hand up to fondle her nipple. Sarah puts her hand on top of Natalie's hand as she stimulates her nipple. "Natalie, will you do something for me?" She doesn't respond but Sarah could sense she was listening. "Will you please put your fingers in your pussy and then let me suck on them." Natalie doesn't move or respond. Sarah grabs Natalie's wrist as she guides it down her body, directing it towards her sex. Sarah gently releases her wrist when she couldn't reach any further, hoping Natalie will continue moving down between her legs. "Please Natalie; I need your taste in my mouth again." Sarah watches as Natalie's hand pauses. She takes a deep breath when Natalie inches her hand towards her pussy. She watches her every move, watching her slide two fingers deep between her legs. She watches as two fingers disappear, then reappear then disappear again. Sarah mimics Natalie, sliding her fingers in and out of her own pussy. "NOW! I need them NOW!" Natalie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and raises them towards Sarah's mouth. Sarah grabs her wrist, quickly thrusting her fingers into her mouth as she strokes her own clit with reckless abandon. The muffled noises that came out of Sarah's mouth as she falls off the cliff was unlike anything Natalie had ever heard before. Natalie just watches as Sarah squirms and wretches. She watches as each aftershock shoots through her body. Her whole body shakes and then she collapses onto the countertop. Natalie hears the bell ring through the large metal door. She grabs her towel and backpack and heads for the door. She tries to open the door, pulling on it a couple times, and then realizes the doorstop was in the way. She kicks it aside and throws the door open. She turns down the hall, heading for the computer lab. She was approached a number of times during her walk, each time being able to deny their reasonable requests after going above and beyond in the bathroom with Sarah. Natalie is about to turn into the lab when she notices Jack standing by his locker. He wasn't standing, but was leaning forward with his palms pressed to the floor. The rest of her view was obscured by the buildings huge support beam. Knowing she was safe from having to perform a reasonable request, she heads over to him to make sure he was okay. As she rounds the support beam, she quickly realized he was not alone. "Oh, hi Natalie; is everything okay." Jack doesn't move; he only turns his head to look up at Natalie. He keeps his hands glued to the floor. "Well I was about to ask you the same thing, but it appears you are doing just fine." Natalie giggles as she watches Jack bent over with a girl stroking his cock like he was a milking a cow. The girl turns to Natalie, "Do you want a turn milking ole bossy here?" "EW! No thanks, I'm not into farm animals." Natalie looks back at Jack, "You know that is not a reasonable request, you do not have to let her do that." "OOOHHH yes I do." "You may have heard this before, but EW." Natalie giggles as she turns and heads back to the lab. As she walks away she yells back at Jack, "I'm glad you are wearing that condom, it looks like that is going to be messy." Once in the computer lab, Natalie checks out a laptop and heads towards one of the couches in the corner, hoping to get at least thirty minutes of privacy. Computer lab is an elective class with no real curriculum; the goal is to learn simple program coding that could be used to create smart phone apps. As she approaches the corner, she sees Jamie, the senior program participant already sitting in one of the large cushy leather chairs. "Jamie! I almost forgot you were in this class. It's nice to see you; we have some catching up to do." Jamie turns around and smiles at Natalie. "I'm so glad it's you. I heard footsteps and thought I was going to have to stand in that dreaded pose for the next half hour. Who ever came up with that rule is one sick SOB." "I know what you mean. Yesterday it wasn't so bad because I was a little covered," referring to her swathe of pubic hair, "but today, it's pretty much all on display. My own fault I guess." Natalie sits down in the matching loveseat, opens up her computer and logs on. She taps away at code while she pauses occasionally to trade other program horror stories with Jamie. "Natalie!" Natalie nearly jumps out of her skin. The shout of her name was usually followed by being propositioned by a sex-craved lesbian. She takes a quick breath as she realizes the voice was not the usual one that brings such dread; it was a high-pitched, pixie-like voice. She turns around to see Katie running towards her. "Katie, what is it?" Before the words were out of her mouth, Katie jumps into her lap and wraps her arms around Natalie. She looks up and notices Dean Larson towing behind. "Dean Larson, what happened?" "I'll let Miss Schrader explain, I have to go tend to a couple boys. This is not going to turn out to be a very good day for them." He pauses, "Do you mind if she stays with you for the rest of the class?" "Sure Dean Larson, whatever I can do to help." Dean Larson nods, showing his appreciation. He takes a deep breath and then his facial expression changed. You could see the anger pouring out of his eyes. He turns to leave but then pauses. He looks back at Natalie. "Miss Scott," he says with a stern voice. "When we came in the room, your legs were crossed again. Must I remind you again that that is not allowed?" "Sorry Dean Larson; force of habit. No different than your habit of always catching me with my legs crossed." "There's rule to follow Miss Scott, it's just my job. Those boys are about to find out what happens when rules are not followed." He storms off heading towards his office. Katie starts sobbing, her head buried in Natalie's chest. Jamie puts down her laptop and joined them on the loveseat. Jamie starts to stroke her hair to comfort her. "Okay, tell us what those boys did to you this time." "They didn't do anything, but they tried. They made me get on my knees; one was holding my head while the other one tried to put his thing in my mouth. The only way I could stop him was to grab his balls and squeeeeeze." Natalie could see Katie playing out the attack in her head. Her fists where clenched and her knuckles turned white as she finished telling the story. "Did anyone step in to help?" "Yeah, but it was too late by then. After the first one went to the ground, I turned around and grab the second boy in the same place. He dropped like a well towel too." Natalie gives Katie a big hug and tells her she was brave and did the right thing. She giggles as she pictures in her head two boys rolling on the ground in agony while a naked blond girl kneels between them. "I have a feeling that will be the last time you get harassed by those boys; any boy for that matter. When word gets around what you did, boys are not going to want to mess with you anymore. Well, except Phil. He may still want to mess around with you." They all laugh. After a few minutes Katie gathers her composure; she slides off Natalie's lap and sits between the two upperclassmen. "Natalie, can I ask you a favor?" "Sure, anything. What is it?" "Well, I've been thinking about what Phil said at lunch." Katie pauses, dropping her head. Natalie tries to think back at the lunch table conversations. Frankly, everything prior to Sarah's proposal, and subsequent requests, was just a blur to her. "Phil said he likes girls trimmed, down here," she points to her pussy. "I've never done it before and I could use a little help." "Umm, okay. I don't know if I have ever been asked to help someone shave before, but this week has been full of a lot of firsts." "I want to trim it the way he said he likes; keeping the hair on top, but shaving everything else bare. I'm not asking you to actually do it, just walk me through the steps. And keep me from cutting off anything I might want to use at some point." "Oh, and what might that be?" Natalie asks as Katie face turns red. Natalie looks at the clock on the wall. "Umm, I don't think we have time now, there's only about five minutes left in this class, and I have Social Studies next." "I don't want to do it now; how about after school?" "You know, that might work. I don't have anything going on after school. Meet me on stage and after we get dressed my dad's driver can take us home. Jamie, do you want to come with us?" "That sounds like a lot of fun, but I can't. I have cheer practice after school." "Oh that's right. You still have to practice in the nude don't you?" "Yes, and I am not looking forward to it. Yesterday the coach made us practice lifts with all the male cheerleaders. They kept dropping me just so they could catch me...by my crotch. I had bruises everywhere when I got home. It's going to be a long week, but I'm glad we don't have a game this week. It's bad enough the entire school sees me naked, I don't need to give half the state a show." Natalie hears the bell ring. The teens gather their stuff and head for the exit, dreading having to once again run the gauntlet to get to their next class. "Are you going to be able to make it to your last class okay," Natalie asks Katie. "Yeah, as you said, I don't think anyone is going to bother me again, at least not today." Natalie approaches the exit of the lab. She peers into the hallway. It's brimming with teens going in every direction. She makes a run for it, having to stop at her locker on the way to Socials Studies. As she grabs her books for her next class, she closes the door and turns up the hall. She sees two boys making a beeline for her. She can sense the determination in their eyes that they want to get a piece of her. She looks around, looking for a place to run or hide. After scanning the area, her only option was the boy's bathroom. Her inner voice yells "Hurry up, run into the bathroom, if you can get into a stall before they catch you then you might be able to wait them out." Natalie springs across the hall and rams into the door, her breast getting crushed against the cold metal door. She takes two steps in and jumps into the stall slamming the door behind her. She hears the pitter patter of feet right behind her, "Damn, she beat us." "I'm allowed a five minute bathroom break." Natalie yells at the boys through the stall door. "You can wait if you want, but you're going to be late for class." The boys don't say anything. She could hear grumbling as they walk out the door. Natalie waited as long as she dared. She didn't need the full five minutes to pee, and just wasn't mentally ready to masturbate in a semi-public place, even though she desperately needed it after the earlier encounter with Sarah. She finishes her business, grabs her backpack and towel and heads for the exit. She takes a deep breath as she grabs the handle, hoping the boys are not waiting outside to ambush her. She hears the bell ring, giving her a little more hope that she can get to class without interruption. She opens the door and steps into the empty hallway. She notices Dean Larson at the far end of the building. He's just outside his office talking with another adult and a police officer; a boy with tears in his eyes is standing between them. "Looks like someone is in big trouble - GOOD," her inner voice yells. Natalie quickly runs down the hall, hoping the father and police officer is too busy dealing with the boy that they won't notice the naked girl streaking up the hall. She dives into the classroom breathing a sigh of relief; relief from the adults anyway. ****** Natalie steps into the classroom. Though the class bell had already rung, Mr. Clark was nowhere to be seen. All the teens in the class were in there own little circles, gabbing about this and that. Natalie sensed how strange that in just two days it didn't faze anyone in the classroom that a naked chick just walked in. "Oh, I'm sure they are still looking, but once you seen one shaved pussy, you've seen `em all," her inner voice determines. Natalie sees Jack sitting in one of the designated program desks. She walks over, puts her towel down on the seat and sits. "Where have you been?" "I've been trying to avoid horny little freshmen. How did your day go? How many times did you get milked today?" "Three." "Sorry I asked, and might I mention...EW. Where's Mr. Clark?" "I'm right here Natalie, did you miss me?" Natalie looks towards the door as Mr. Clark walks into the classroom. "Of course I did Mr. Clark." He walks over and give Natalie and Jack a high five, it was his thing. "So, what kind of evil, embarrassing poses are you going to make us do today?" "You know Natalie; I'm at a little bit of a disadvantage." Natalie cocks her head like a puppy hearing a strange sound. "This is the last period of the day and I can only imagine the hell you two have gone through the past two days. I'm supposed to incorporate you into my lessons, but I really don't need your bodies today, just your minds. As long as you participate in class, you both can sit right where you are." "Thank you Mr. Clark," both said nearly in unison. "Okay class, everybody settle down and get back to your desks. As you know this class is called Social Studies. And to our benefit, we just happen to have two prime examples of a social case study. Can you two please stand up and assume the position." Natalie and Jack look at each other, taking a deep breath as if was their last. They start to stand when Mr. Clark interrupts. "No..no, just kidding, please stay seated." Mr. Clark is a bigger joker. "We are not giving the class any cheap thrills today. We are here to talk about the Naked in School Program. It is obviously a new program for us, but nationally it has been around for a few years. Who can tell me what the objective of the program is?" "To humiliate the hell out of teens who already have a hard enough time dealing with body image." A girl from the back yells out. Natalie's inner voice speaks, "She must have been reading my mind, because that's what I was thinking." "WRONG!" Mr. Clark belts out. "Anyone else?" "To help students become more comfortable with their bodies and to encourage sexual exploration." "Correct. At least one person read the pamphlet," he noted. "And why was this program created?" "It's an extension of the Natural Sexuality Act." "Okay, now we're getting somewhere, but you're just giving me the textbook answers. Jack, what brought about the NSA?" "First it was the cure of all STDs and then the cure of AIDS. Then it was a societal shift towards the acceptance of public nudity. More and more women started to go topless and eventually nude in public. It then expanded to the workplace, and when men joined the movement the NSA was passed to provide guidance on what is socially acceptable and what is not." "Exactly! Jack, for that perfectly correct answer would you please stand up and take bow." Jack looked at Mr. Clark, wondering if this was just another joke. Jack slowly started to stand, hoping Mr. Clark would rescind the command. "Come on, hurry up, we don't have all day. I have more questions to ask." Jack realized Mr. Clark was going to make him go through with it. He stands, turns around and bows to the class, garnering applause from the class. "Sorry Jack, I just couldn't pass up at least one cheap thrill for the class. If I didn't, then the rest of the student body will probably just want to skip my class and I can't have that can I?" Mr. Clark says with sarcasm. Mr. Clark continues after Jack sits back down. "So, why was the program rolled out at the high school level, versus say, college?" "The NSA believes the program can only be effective during the early developmental stage in adolescence. Wait any longer and young adults will have already formed their own opinion on body image and sexuality," one of the girls in the class yells out. "Okay, you are still giving me textbook answers. Can someone give me a non-textbook answer?" Mr. Clark points, "Natalie, do you think this program will work?" Natalie was thrown back. She's thought about the program quite a bit over the past two days, but hasn't formed a complete opinion in her head yet. "Umm, I'm not sure. I mean, in some situations I guess it can, but a utopia doesn't exist in every school system throughout the country." "And what is your definition of utopia?" "Well, Philmore Academy would be as close to a utopia as you can get. This is a private school; non-religious, relatively crime and drug free. Students feel safe within the walls of this building, and probably within the city's borders. But that is not the case nationwide, not yet anyway. The government wants you to think the entire country lives in this utopia, but you'd be crazy to think that's the case." "Finally! An answer from the heart!!! Natalie, please take a bow." Natalie knew that he wasn't joking this time either. She quickly jumps up, turns, gives the class a curtsy and quickly sits back down. Natalie looks over to Mr. Clark with a smirk on her face, "And I thought you said we didn't have to pose if we participated in class." Mr. Clark replies with a shrug of the shoulder, "Sorry, I just couldn't help himself." "So where would this program NOT work?" Mr. Clark poses another question to the class. He points to one of the boys raising his hand, "Inner-cities, schools with high crime rates, drugs and gangs." "What can the government do so that the program will work in these areas?" The class goes silence. "Security? It ultimately boils down to security, doesn't it? Natalie, you yourself said your utopia included a safe environment didn't you?" "The government has done a little; I'm just not sure it's enough," a student interjects. "Please explain." Mr. Clark replies. "The government has made it a capital offense if you commit a sexual assault, especially on a minor. They have prosecuted offenders as young as fifteen as an adult and sentenced them to death. They have streamlined the appeals process so punishment is carried out within months, instead of years like it used to. It sends a strong message but that won't deter some of the most hardened criminals and sexual predators." "You're right; we'll never be crime-free." Mr. Clark continues. "All we can do is create a culture of acceptance and tolerance and apply appropriate punishment to those who cannot live within the socially acceptable rules." The class continued with Mr. Clark asking leading questions concerning the Naked in School Program. Everyone's head was swimming by the end of class, but everyone came to the consensus that with only a few exceptions, and continued governmental involvement, the program could flourish nationwide. As the bell rings Mr. Clark tries to hold back the class. "For Thursday we will have a test on chapters one and two. We've already discussed both chapters, but now we need to see how much you remember. Please come prepared." Natalie and Jack heads for the exit. Knowing that the day is finally over all they need to do now is get to the stage and get dressed. As they leave Natalie stops and turns to Mr. Clark, "Thank you Mr. Clark, this class helped me a lot; being forced to be naked feels less like a punishment now and more of a privilege." "A privilege, Natalie?" "Yeah, I'm still not convinced this program works for everyone, but as my parents told me, being in this program gives me a chance to be role model. I probably wouldn't get that chance if I wasn't selected for the program." Mr. Clark could only smile as the two bolts for the door and into the hallway. "Let's hurry up; hopefully we can get to the stage before someone stops us." Natalie grabs Jack by the hand and pulls him through the hallway. Just as they approach the assembly hall, three teens block the entrance. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of the teens says. "Look, they're holding hands. How cute," another teen adds. The third one steps up, "I have a suggestion; no make that a request. I request that you walk into the assembly hall and on stage holding each other's...," the teen points to Jack's dick and Natalie's pussy. Jack's dick starts to twitch at the thought while Natalie just sighs. They look at each other; neither could come up with a reason why the request wasn't reasonable. "Fine, we accept your reasonable request." They both look at each other, not quite sure how to hold each other and still walk to the stage without tripping over each other or doing something that would cause pain to the other. "You go first," Jack suggests. Natalie reaches down and puts her hand on his cock. "You're going to have to hold it, not just put your hand on it," one of the teens instructs. Natalie is still reluctant to grab Jack's dick, she hesitates as if it is a coiled snake ready to strike. "Do you have an issue with my penis?" Jack asks. "Has Sarah Marshall converted you already?" "All I can think of is the whole farm animal thing from this morning. EW." She closes her eyes and grabs his dick with a firm hold. "Okay, now you...and keep your fingers out of my vagina." Jack cups his hand and reaches between Natalie's legs. With no hair between her legs, Jack accidentally slides a finger into her folds, barely keeping from poking into her canal. As he tries to keep his finger out of her vagina, he accidently brushes his finger over her exposed clit. Natalie jumps back pushing his hand away. "What's wrong Natalie? Did Jack go where no man has gone before?" a teen chuckles. "Beam me up Scotty," another teen adds. "I love that saying, it just never gets old." "No, nothing wrong, just wasn't expecting him to get a cheap feel." "A cheap feel? Maybe someone is just a little too sensitive down there. Especially after what Sarah did to you earlier." "How do you know about that?" "Benefit of the program...and a lesbian with a big mouth...word gets around." "What? So the whole school knows what we did?" "No, I'm the only one she told. I cornered her and made her tell me what you two were talking about at lunch time. Once I got her to talk, she had to give me the full details. It was really nice what you did for Katie, I'm sure that wasn't an easy decision for you." "No it wasn't. But Katie's has had a rough couple days, she didn't need Sarah making it more complicated." "And don't worry; your secret is safe with me." "Is your cock twitching because I'm holding it, or because of what Sarah did to me?" "Both. But don't forget what you did to her too," his cock twitched again. "Can you forget about that for the next five minutes please." Natalie grabs Jacks wrist and guides it back between her legs. "Okay, let's see if we can get to the stage without this looking really awkward." As Jack and Natalie make their way to the stage a group of teens in the bleachers yell out cat calls and whistles when they see the two teens holding each other. Once they get to the stage they head for the bins holding their clothes. Dean Larson is there again with the keys, taking his time unlocking the boxes. "Wait, where is Katie? I need to go get her; she's coming to my house after school." "Oh, what for?" "Um, um, she wants to do something for Phil. I told her I would help her with it." "Help her with what?" Jack could sense Natalie was a bit embarrassed about what she agreed to do. Katie appears from the side stage, coming into the assembly hall through a side entrance. "That is none of your business Mr. Wilson. It's a girl thing, you wouldn't understand." "Fair enough, you two go do your girl thing. I will see you tomorrow." Jack grabs his clothes, throws them on and heads out the back exit. Natalie and Katie get dressed, trying their best not to give the crowd a show. Jeers rain out from the crowd as the two run out the back exit. As they exit the backdoor and into the field, Natalie sees her father's driver waiting in the parking lot. "A limo? How rich are you?" Katie asks. "It's not a limo. Well, I guess it is. It's just not one of those big stretch limos like the celebrities ride in." "So it's just a `regular' limo?" Katie chides. "Yeah, I guess," Natalie chuckles. "My dad is a CEO so we are fortunate to have a few more luxuries than most. I really don't think much about it; my parents don't spoil me nearly as bad as some of these kids in this school. I'm only getting the driver because my dad wants to be able to sleep at night without the fear of me smothering him with a pillow." ***** After jumping in the car Natalie instructs the driver on where to go. The driver takes them through the neighborhood, stopping first at Katie's to grab some things and then back to Natalie's house. The teens jump out of the car just as it comes to a stop. They burst through the door and run through the house. "Mom, we're home." Natalie yells out as they enter the kitchen. "Hi honey, how was your day? Did you survive another day naked?" "Yes, I guess it's getting a little easier, certainly better than yesterday. This is Katie; she's in the program with me this week." "Nice to meet you Katie, how has your week gone so far?" Katie just sighs, "Not very well actually. I probably wouldn't have made it through the day if it wasn't for Natalie. She's helping me sort through a lot of this stuff." "Hmm, so is it safe to assume my daughter is being a good role model?" Natalie's mom looks at her with a quizzical look, obviously a rhetorical question. "Yeah, I guess that would be a good way to put. Kind of like the big sister I never had." "We'll be up in my room. We're going to give Katie here a little..." Katie elbows Natalie, urging her silence. "I'm going to share some of my beauty secrets with her." Natalie says with a smile. "Okay honey, head on upstairs. I'll bring up some snacks in a little bit." They run up the stairs to Natalie's room. Katie is mesmerized by the size of her bedroom. She walks around the room, checking out all of Natalie's stuff; autographed pictures of teen pop stars framed on the wall mixed in with a variety of posters of puppies and kittens. She walks into Natalie's private bathroom and turns on the light. "Whoa, I love the glass-walled shower and look at the size of this bathtub!" Katie says as she counts the number of jets in the large credenza Jacuzzi tub. "Start the water," Natalie yells still scurrying around in her bedroom. "It might be easier to sit in the tub while we do some weed-whacking." "Very funny," Katie turns on the faucets, feeling the water and making adjustments until the temperature is just right. Natalie comes in the bathroom, Katie gasps. "What's your problem, never seen me naked before?" Natalie giggles. "Just wasn't expecting it. Haven't you been naked enough today?" "I really just need to soak in the jets for ten minutes. Care to join me?" "Ummm...sure, I guess." A look of fret comes over Katie's face. "Why so shy all of a sudden? You have been naked in front of hundreds of teens for two days; you asked me to help you shave your pubes; but taking a bath with me makes you uncomfortable?" "When you put it that way, it does seem kind of silly. I'm just still trying to get used to this whole naked thing. How have you adapted so quickly?" "Believe me, it's not easy for me either, but being naked in my own home is different. When I'm at school I feel like every boy, and at least one girl, wants to have sex with me. But now that I am back in my own space I can be the old Natalie again. And right now I don't want anything more than a hot bath." Natalie reaches down into the tub and feels the warmth. She reaches up for a bottle and dumps some scented bath crystals into the tub. "Come on, let's get you out of those clothes and into the tub. The hot water will soften up your skin and that jungle between your legs. It will make it easier for removal." "Fine, but remember I'm not going full Brazilian, just a little trim." Natalie reaches for the bottom of Katie's shirt and pulls it over her head. Katie looks down at her bra covered breasts as Natalie reaches behind her back and unhooks the clasp. Natalie grabs the straps on her shoulders and pulls the bra off from her. As the bra falls from her chest, Katie reaches up and covers her breast with her hands. Natalie could tell Katie was still ashamed of her tiny undeveloped buds. "Don't be so hard on yourself. My boobs were the same size as yours when I was a freshman, and look at them now. They're not huge, but I don't get any complaints. Besides this is Outreach and you're not supposed to cover yourself." "Outreach? I wouldn't call taking a bath in your private bathroom a form of Outreach." "I know, but I still think the rules should still apply; my bathroom, my rules." Natalie reaches down and unfastens the button on Katie's skirt. Katie just stands there letting Natalie unzip her fly and pull her skirt down to the floor. Katie kicks off her sandals as Natalie grabs hers panties, pulling them off and tossing them aside. "Now let's take a closer look at what we are dealing with." Natalie runs her fingers through Katie's tangled hair on her mound and runs a thumb between her legs. She checks the amount of hair growing on her labia. "This isn't too bad. Maybe a little scissor work, then a razor to clean up the rest. I thought I might have to ask my dad to borrow his clippers." Natalie giggles as Katie gasps. "But bath first; get in. You sit on that side and I'll sit on this side." They get comfortable as Natalie pushes the button to start the jets. Katie lets out a long exhale as all the stress of the day quickly escapes her body. Natalie is enjoying the effects the jets are having, but can't get her legs in a comfortable position without kicking Katie. "This isn't working." Natalie reaches over to Katie and grabs her wrists and pulls her over to her, "Come here." Natalie spreads her legs and grabs Katie by the shoulder and turns her around. As Katie settles in between Natalie's legs she feels her being pulled back into Natalie's chest. Natalie wraps her arms around Katie and gives her a squeeze. They sit in silence for several minutes enjoying the jets and the soft, scented water. They enjoy the moment for what it was; peace. "If I sit here much longer, I may fall asleep. Let's get you a little less hairy." Natalie shuts off the jets and steps out of the tub. She walks over, opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out her scissors and a new razor. She turns back to Katie and directs her to sit on the seat inside the tub that is just above the water level. She hands her the scissors. "What do you think Phil is going to do when he sees your new look?" "I'm sure he will run straight to the girl's bathroom and use one of his five minute relief breaks. Or he may try to find a girl who wants to give him a discretionary request." Natalie steps back into the tub, kneels in front of Katie and again inspects her pubic hair. She pulls on the hair on Katie's mound. She holds her fingers like a pair of scissors, indicating to Katie on where to cut. "Would you be okay with another girl giving him relief?" Katie carefully cuts through the extended pubic hairs with the scissors, close to the skin, being careful not to cut herself. "I'm sure I will be a little jealous, but he's in the program too. I can't prevent him from exploring his sexuality." After a couple more snips with the scissors, Natalie grabs the shaving cream from the side of the tub while handing the razor to Katie. Natalie sprays the shaving cream into her hand and then dabs her fingertips into the glob of white cream. She reaches down and spreads it all over Katie's pussy. "You know, just because you are a participant doesn't mean you can't give him a discretionary request before anyone else does." "You know, that's a great idea, I wish I thought of that." Katie pauses in thought of all the possibilities. "Okay, now what do I do." Natalie pushes Katie's legs further apart, fully exposing her pussy, enough so the labia separate, allowing Natalie to see the entrance of her vagina. She reaches up and grabs Katie's fingers and directs them between her legs. "Push down with your fingers and spread the skin flat. Once you have a flat surface gentle run the blade over the skin. Katie shakes the nerves out of her hands and reaches between her legs. She makes her first pass with the razor, removing a large strip of hair. She repeats the process on the other side of her slit, removing another strip of hair from her pussy. "Now keep going, just keep removing strips of hair. It's just like mowing the lawn." Katie makes several more passes, the razor clearing the path to the soft skin of her sex. "Now you need to pull your pussylips apart and gently shave the hairs that are trying to creep inside. Be very careful, this is not the area you want to nick with the razor." "Oh god, you're making me nervous. I can't see down there. Here." Katie hands Natalie the razor. "Will you do it for me please?" "Sure." Natalie swishes the razor in the bath water, cleaning the blade for another pass. She squirts more shaving cream into the palm of her hand and applies another layer all over her pussy. "I'll clean up the few hairs you missed while I am at it." Natalie takes her time to carefully remove the remaining hairs from between Katie's legs. She accidentally brushes against Katie's clit while positioning her fingers; each touch of her sensitive nub makes Katie jump. Natalie lets out a devilish giggle when Katie jumps. "Natalie? Can I ask you another favor?" She pauses as Natalie looks up at Katie. "I'm kind of embarrassed to ask, but I don't want my first time to be in front of all my classmates." Natalie looks puzzled; she waits for Katie to spit out her question. "Can you show me how to masturbate?" "What? You want me to show you how to masturbate? You mean to tell me you've never touched yourself before?" Katie just shakes head. "You know you don't have to ask for relief if you don't want to," Natalie states. "Besides, you are allowed to go to the bathroom if you do...of course the teacher could make you do it in front of the class." "I know I don't have to, but," Katie pauses. "But just in case, I want to know how to do it so that I don't look like a complete fool. So will you help me?" "Well, I wouldn't consider myself an expert, but I can show you what works for me." Natalie offers. "You'll have to kind of try different things and find what works for you." Natalie finishes up removing the last of the hairs from Katie's pussy. She leans back and inspects her handy work. She grabs a washcloth and wipes any remnants of the shaving cream from her lips. Katie closes her eyes as Natalie gently rubs her clit through the washcloth. Katie's takes a deep breath as Natalie pulls the plug to drain the hair covered water from the tub. "Come on, let's move to where we can be more comfortable." Natalie wraps a towel around Katie and another around herself and guides Katie into the bedroom. When they get into the bedroom they see a tray of cookies and two glasses of milk on the dresser. "Looks like your mom brought us some snacks, I didn't even hear her." The two each grab a cookie and take a sip of the milk. "Could have been my Dad?" Natalie jokes. "Your dad?" Katie says as she mocks covering herself. "Just kidding, it was probably my mom. But don't be surprised if my dad just walks in, he has a habit of doing that." "Well, I better get this towel off then." Katie laughs as she drops her towel and jumps on Natalie's queen-sized bed. "I see someone is starting to warm up to the program." Natalie drops her towel and joins Katie on her bed. She reaches into her nightstand and takes out a tube of gel and a small vibrator, throwing them on the bed. "I wish this was the program. This is so much different than being in school. I feel safe here. In school I don't feel safe, I feel like the boys just want to hurt me." "Well, after what you did to those two boys today, I don't think anyone will ever try to hurt you now." "That was scary. You know, if they followed the rules and just made a request, I might have gone as far as kissing it, but when they tried to force me I was really frightened." "We talked about security and feeling safe in Social Studies today. I've been doing some thinking and I have some ideas I want to talk with Dean Larson about tomorrow." Before the girls could dwell on the earlier events of the day, Natalie grabs the tube of lubrication and puts a dab on her finger. She reaches over and puts a dab on Katie's finger. "Now this is just some lube. You probably won't need it, but this is the kind that will make it tingle between your legs." Katie watched as Natalie put the gel between her legs and rubbed it up and down her slit. She watches as Natalie puts her finger just inside her vagina and rubs it around the opening. Katie looks down; she pauses as she gets her first look at her newly landscaped pussy. She reaches between her legs and spreads her labia with two fingers as she dabs the gel on her clit. Katie jumps as the unexpected coldness shoots through her whole body like a bolt of lightning. She starts to rub the gel up and down her slit, mimicking Natalie. She can feel the tingling of the lube almost immediately and starts to feel a wetness build up inside her. Natalie watches Katie continuing to rub the lube up and down her slit. "Now, you can mix some of your own juices with the lube by sticking your finger inside yourself. You can go as deep as you want, but for me the most sensitive area is right at the entrance." Katie's eyes close as she listens to Natalie's instructions. Her breathing becomes more strained as beads of sweat form on her forehead. Katie doesn't open her eyes, but feels the bed shift and then she feels the warmth of Natalie's body move in behind her. Natalie puts her lips next to Katie's ear while she reaches around and puts her hands on Katie's breasts. Katie yelps as she feels a soft buzz on her nipples. She briefly opens her eyes to see Natalie rubbing a small vibrator over her nipples. "Pretend this is Phil touching you." Natalie whispers in her ear as Katie takes a deep breath. "Gently rub your clit up and down. Now make little circles around it." Natalie's voice becomes softer as she continues to direct Katie. "Now put your finger inside and get it wet again. Pull it back out and rub your clit again." Katie holds her breathe, she reaches back with her free hand and grabs the back of Natalie's neck ensuring she doesn't stop whispering in her ear. "Put your finger back inside, deeper this time. That is not your finger anymore; its Phil's finger probing you. Rub the top of your vagina until you find that sensitive spot inside." Natalie hears a deep moan from Katie indicating she found what she was looking for. "I think I'm close." Katie could barely get the words out as Natalie alternates between pinching and softly rubbing her stiff sensitive nipples. She could feel Katie starting to rub her clit faster, trying to push herself over the edge. "Don't go faster, slow down. Draw it out as long as you can. Focus on the areas that feel the best. Put more pressure on those areas. Only speed up when you..." Katie turns her head and thrusts her lips onto Natalie. She sticks her tongue into Natalie's mouth as a guttural groan builds from deep inside. Katie's body stiffens as her back arches, lifting her ass completely off the bed. Natalie pinches both nipples as hard as she could while Katie crashes into an intense orgasm. Katie's body starts to convulse as repeated aftershocks rock her body. She collapses as Natalie wraps her arms around Katie's stomach. Natalie just holds her until the explosions subside. Katie starts to sob. Natalie could feel her chest quickly rise and fall. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Natalie asks as she squeezes her tighter. "Nothing...nothing at all." Katie turns around and puts her head on Natalie's bare chest. She continues to sob for another minute, and then quickly regains her composure. "Thank you for today; from this morning's little stage routine all the way to THAT. It's been quite a day." Natalie just smiles as she strokes her hair. She looks down as Katie starting to doze. She closes her eyes and drifts off as well. Knock, knock, knock. The girls hear a sound of knuckles rapping on the door as it slowly starts to swings open. "Natalie, will your guest be staying for dinner?" Katie hears a man's voice as Natalie's father walks through the door. Katie jumps up, searching for her towel or anything to cover herself up. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were practicing for the program." Her father said as Natalie starts to laugh. "Dad, you did that just hoping to see two naked girls in here." Natalie looks over as Katie runs into the bathroom, her towel barely covering her body. "Just when I thought she was getting comfortable with her body. Katie, get back out here - NOW." Katie peaks her head out the door, she sees Natalie's father still standing by the bed. She adjusts her towel and steps back into the bedroom. "You've been naked for two days in front of hundreds of teens and countless teachers, not to mention Dean Larson. Why are you so concerned about my Dad seeing you naked?" "Now Natalie, if she isn't comfortable, then don't force her." Natalie's father interrupts. "You know the program does not encourage its participants to be pushed beyond their limits." "No, no, Natalie is right. Force of habit I guess. I need to get over this." Katie steps over to the bed and drops her towel. She stands with her head bowed and her hands behind her back, letting Natalie's father take her in. After a brief pause she jumps back onto the bed and wraps herself around Natalie. "You are a beautiful girl. You both are. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. Oh and dinner is clothing optional tonight." "Dad, you're not going to..." Natalie asks in horror. "What? You can sit around the house naked, but I can't?" He pauses chuckling at the look on Natalie's face. "No, probably not tonight, but now that our secret is out, having all these clothes on is just plain uncomfortable. Oh, and I have my driver scheduled to bring Katie home after dinner." Natalie's father leaves the room, closing the door behind him. "Secret?" Katie asks. "Yeah, apparently my parents are nudists now. I guess they are converting like the rest of society. They never told me they did that until they put me into the program. I think he's being respectful because you are here, but I have a feeling they will start walking around the house naked any day now." "I can relate. My step-mother walks around the house topless all the time too. I thought she did it just to horrify me and my little brother. I'm starting to understand that it's just the way of the world now." Katie puts her head down on Natalie's bare chest, replaying the earlier events in her head. "Natalie, it just dawned on me that you helped me, but you stopped touching yourself. I feel like I should return the favor." "That's nice of you to offer, but it's not necessary. I've survived this long without an orgasm. I can survive a little while longer. Besides, I'm starving." "Dinner is on the table," a distant voice yells out. Natalie rolls off the bed and heads for the door while Katie runs towards the bathroom. She stops at the bathroom door and looks over to Natalie opening the door, still naked. Katie looks at her clothes spread over the bathroom floor, and then looks back at Natalie. "Oh, what the hell!" Katie turns and runs around the bed and grabs Natalie's arm. They both pause and take a deep breath. They exit the bedroom and head down the stairs to the kitchen table, naked. Two days down, how will Wednesday turn out? Read Chapter 5 to find out. Feedback of any kind is always welcome; e-mail me at: jaywscott70@gmail.com