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.

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