Hey guys, Summer here. Thanks for taking a look at the second chapter of my story. If you haven't read the first chapter, you might want to check it out before you read this chapter. Just look up Neel Down in the author pages.

You can certainly read chapter two without having read chapter one, but some things might be a bit confusing to understand.

Thank you to everyone that read chapter one and especially to Doug and Joe for their encouraging comments

Okay, that's enough out of me, It's almost time for school.

CHAPTER TWO

SCHOOL DAZE

School started at 7:30AM. The bus would pick me up at 7:00AM. Here it was, only 6:30AM and I was sitting looking out the window ready to go. Well not exactly, entirely ready, I still had to put on my dress yet. I saw no reason to extend the agony of wearing clothing any longer than absolutely necessary.

Not that the opinion of your Mom can always be trusted, but she said I looked very pretty sitting there in just my new pink sneakers and socks. “Did you brush your teeth and remember to pluck this morning?” she asked.

“Yes, Mommy. I did all my morning routine and even spent extra time in the shower to make sure I was squeaky clean,” I replied.

Okay, I know some of you are saying “Plucking?” Let me explain. A few weeks ago I notice a few hairs in the area of my pussy. They'd evidently grown unnoticed for awhile since I'm a natural blond. Now most young girls look forward to their pubic hair growing out as a sign of womanhood, but not me. I'm a nudist and I've had the opportunity to see women of all ages practicing varying standards of grooming. I've seen women that never shave their underarms and some that don't even shave their legs. Just as gross to me is a women with a bushy cunt. It might have something to do with me being sorta an exhibitionist, but if I'm going to flash my pussy to a guy, I want him to get a nice unobstructed view of it. I'm hoping that when I'm older I can get all my body hair permanently removed, but for now I'll pluck daily so that I'm baby smooth with no stubble.

Anyway, it was now 6:50 and I was starting to pace the floor. “Why don't you put on your dress and we'll all go out to wait for the bus,” Daddy suggested, encouragingly as he grabbed his camera off the table. He had decided to go into work late today so that he could see his little girl off to her first day of school. I vaguely remembered doing all this six years ago and hoped the results would be much better this time around.

Look, I realize I'm eleven and my dad taking off work so he can see me off to school is a bit corny, but my parents love me and I'm not about to knock it.

Our house was the only one on the lane so we were told that the bus would pick me up out front. The three of us waited. It seemed to me that my parents were almost as nervous as me. “You look beautiful,” daddy said, slipping his hand under my dress to calm me down by rubbing my tight little ass.

He rubbed it until he saw the bus nearing, then he quickly gave my little slit a gently swipe with his finger before removing his hand. “Have a great day, beautiful,” he said.

Mommy gave me a kiss and then I turned waiting for the bus to stop. The door to the bus open and my school life was ready to begin. When I got to the top of the steps, I leaned back just a bit and gave my parents a wave. As they waved back, I saw my Daddy give a deep sigh as he focused on the bottom of my dress. I think my little slit was winking good-bye to him.

I straighten up and hurried down the aisle to get a seat. I was ecstatic when I saw Lily waving to me. She had promised to save me a seat and I quickly slid in next to her as the bus drove off.

“Damn girl, you look fabulous today,” Lily said, earnestly. “You should wear clothes more often. The boys are going to go crazy when they see you. I just hope you don't get in any trouble.”

“I'm not going to get in trouble,” Summer declared. “I intend to be on my best behavior today.”

“It's not your conduct that I'm worried about,” Lily declared. “As good as you look, that dress is, beyond question, in violation of the school's dress code.. If you stand with you arms straight down against your side, your skirt or dress hem must at least reach you finger tips. Your dress would only pass if you had arms like a T-Rex and you don't.”

“Maybe they'll be lenient since it's the first day,” Summer said hopefully.

Lily hoped so too, but she knew the teachers from last year and was highly doubtful.

Summer was surprised to see that Lily was actually wearing a skirt today, her friend was usually in jeans or shorts. She chalked it up to it being the first day of the school year. She noticed that even though she was siting, Lily's skirt still managed to covered most of her legs. She could understand Lily not wearing clothes quite as short as she did, but the girl had nice legs. Summer felt she should show them off.

“What do I do when I get inside? Where do I go?” Summer chatted nervously.

“If they do the same as last year, it's rather organized,” Lily explained. “The eighth and ninth grade students received their schedules in the mail last week, so they will immediately go to there first period class. You'll go to one of the tables set up just inside the front doors. They'll be marked A-E, F-K, and so on, or something like that. You just go to the S table and give them your last name and you'll be handed an envelope with your name on it. Double check and make sure that it is for Summer Spring.”

“Next you'll want to get out of all the traffic before you check inside,” Lily suggested. “I'll stick around until you open your envelope. Most of the stuff in it is garbage for your parents like school insurance forms and stuff like that. The main interest to you is your schedule. There will be three copies. Kids have a tendency to lose it. Find it and again make sure it's for Summer Spring. Check where you're first period class for day one is and go there. I'll give you directions, but after that I'm afraid you'll be pretty much on your own.”

“Okay, that sound pretty straight forward,” Summer said. “Just one question. Why day one and not Wednesday, since today is Wednesday?”

“That never made much sense to me either until my dad explained it to me,” Lily replied. “It's mainly because of the classes that only meet one or two days a week. If say a class only meets on a Thursday and for some reason you had no school that week on Thursday, It would be another week before you had that class again. With our six day schedule, if we are out a day for any reason, we just come back at the next day on the schedule.”

It didn't seem like they'd been talking that long, but when Summer looked out the window they were already pulling up to the school bus drop off zone. Now her nerves really cut in. She really wished she could take off her dress. She was always so much more comfortable and relaxed when she was naked, but she realized that just wasn't an option today.

Summer had been extremely anxious when she got on the bus and hadn't really noticed whether or not anyone was checking her out. She was still super tense, but now noticed a lot of other students staring in her direction. She wasn't sure whether they were staring at her, at Lily, or the combination of the two. She imagined that their Mutt and Jeff appearance looked quite strange, but she didn't care. She didn't select her friends base on their height.

Lily waited in line with her until she got her envelope and then they scooted over to an unoccupied corner. “Your schedule should be right on top,” Lily said as Summer carefully opened the envelope. “Leave looking at the other crap until you get to your first period class.”

Lilly looked over Summer's shoulder as she opened the envelope, it was pretty easy to do with her height advantage. “Day One you have English first period with Mrs Darling in Room 212. That's up those stairs and down the hall on the right. I've never had her, but I've heard she is a good teacher. Very strict, but fair.”

“Doesn't everyone in seventh grade have the same teacher for English?” Summer asked.

“Hell no,” Lily replied. “I don't know how many students are in seventh grade this year, but there were 369 in my class. I think there are like three teachers that teach seven grade English.”

“What about history? Are there three seventh grade history teachers, too?” Summer asked in essential panic. She thought that the others most likely did an adequate job as far as teaching was concerned, but after meeting Mr Means she knew she had to have him as her teacher. She'd rather not face an unknown when she knew that he'd appreciate her spreading her legs and letting him see her wet little pussy during class. Perhaps he'd even permit her to diddle herself on occasion.

“Relax, you have Mr Means,” Lily said. “Although that doesn't really make any sense.”

“Why not?” Summer asked.

“The teachers got their rosters last week, yet he didn't recognize your name when he meet you yesterday. He originally thought you were a fifth grader.”

“After all, he probably has over 150 students,” Summer said, in defense of her teacher. “He probably just skimmed the names and didn't remember mine.”

“Didn't remember a name like Summer Spring?” Lily said, questioningly. “And yet when we parted he said he'd see you in class. If he'd didn't remember you as being on any of his class rosters, how did he know you'd be in his class?”

“No idea,” Summer said, not particularly concerned with how she ended up in his class, just happy she did.. She looked at her watch. We better get to class it's nearly 7:25.”

The girls parted, both going different directions. Summer practically running up the stairs, so happy to be in school and especially to have Mr Means as her history teacher. Thanks to Lily's directions, she easily found her class room and hurried in to look for an empty seat.

As Summer hurried down the aisle, Mrs Darling looked up from her desk and caught a glimpse of her 'obscenely' short dress. “Hold on young lady,” she yelled out. “You and I need to have a word. Come up to my desk now.”

Summer knew she was the one being referred to as, young lady, because she was the only one currently on her feet. All the other students were already seated. She was also afraid that she knew what the teacher wanted to talk to her about.

Mrs Darling's voice calling out had also captured the attention of most of the other students and they too all had a good idea what this girl was in trouble for. If they were honest with themselves, both the boys and the girls would agree that this new girl had beautiful legs. The boys looked at them in lust and the girls in envy. They certainly understood why she'd want to show them off, but even the boys would have to admit that she went rather overboard in that effort.

“Young lady this is school, not a swimming pool. Each requires appropriate attire.” Mrs Darling preached. “The length of that dress doesn't even come close to the school's dress code. I hate to do this to you on the first day of school, but I'm going to have to send you to the principal's office. What is your name, girl?”

“Summer, Summer Spring.” Summer said tentatively, literally trembling. This is not how she wanted her day to begin.

'Summer Spring,' Mrs Darling thought to herself. There was an e-mail concerning this girl in her in-box from the administrator, Dr Hastings. She stepped over to her computer and brought up the e-mail, read it and nodded her head, a look of pity now on her face.

“I'm sorry dear, do go take your seat,” Mrs Darling said. “If any of the other teacher confront you today concerning your attire, be sure to have them check their e-mail. I hope they find a cure soon. Be careful how you sit so you don't give the boys a show.”

Summer returned to her seat totally confused. She had no idea what this woman was talking about. Check their e-mail, find a cure? All Summer knew was that she wasn't going to visit the principal and for that she was extremely grateful.

“Good morning class, I'm Mrs Darling and I'll be teaching you English this year.” she said warmly. “But before we do anything else, I'd like you to take out your class schedule. Unless you liked seventh grade so much that you decided to revisit us, this is your first day in junior high. We do things a bit differently here compared to the elementary schools. Instead of the teachers coming to you, you go to the teachers.”

“With the exception of first period, all your classes are 47 minutes long with 3 minutes between them to get to the next class. All one hundred number rooms are on the main floor where you entered this morning along with the gym and auditorium. Music classes are held in the auditorium and art and swimming classes in the basement. All two hundred level classes are on this level. Do not, I repeat, do not lose your schedule. You can not just follow the person sitting next to you now to your next lesson because they might be going to a different class or level of that class than you.”

“You all took placement tests at the end of last year and the computer has grouped you by your ability in a particular subject. You might be a wiz at English and a dunce in math. The computer has placed you in a class with people of like abilities. This is good for obvious reasons bad for others. Can anyone tell me a reason it might be considered bad?” she asked.

Most of the class just sat quietly, but a few timid souls raised their hands. She called on a girl who said, “It will take longer to get to know your classmates,”

“That's correct,” Mrs Darling said. “I imagine you all knew everyone in your elementary class. Now all the classes from all the elementary schools in the district are here in one school. You folks are members of the largest class that this school has ever had, 399 students strong. You won't see the same faces in all your classes, but all seventh grade does have lunch at the same time, Unfortunately you guys get the early 10:20 lunch follow by eight grade at 11:10 and ninth at twelve noon, If you look at your schedule again you will see that you probably have a different first period every day. Today is day one. The two main entrances of the school have a flashing sign indicating the date and what number day it is to remind you. Now, unless you have some questions, I will take attendance, then give you a few minutes to look through your packet before we get on to our studies of the English language.”

Summer was a bit frustrated. She had assumed she wouldn't have any classes with Lily, but had hoped to at least get to see her at lunch time. They had spent practicality every day of the summer together, and now they might only see each other on bus rides to and from school. Not only that, but believe it or not Summer was a shy girl. Well perhaps not when it came to showing off her body, but she was very hesitant when it came to getting to know people.

“How did you get her to let you off?'” the cutie boy sitting across from Summer asked. “Darling is a ball-buster when it comes to obeying school rules, especially the dress code.”

“I honestly don't know,” Summer admitted, still confused about that. “She was ready to send me to the principal's office, but then reread an e-mail and told me to just take my seat.” Summer shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe there has been a change in the dress code.”

“I sure hope so,” the boy said, finding it hard to take his eyes off Summer's entrancing legs. “It would be a sin to make you cover up those great legs. By the way, my name is Chris.”

“I'm Summer,” the flustered girl replied. Nudity didn't embarrass her, but extreme compliments most certainly did. “Do you really think I have nice legs?”

“Yeah! All of you is dishy,” Chris declared, emphatically. “You have to be the prettiest girl in all of seventh grade.”

“You wouldn't say that if you saw me naked,” Summer declared. “I'm rather flat chested. My breasts are almost nonexistent. Although on the positive side, I have been told I have a great ass and a very attractive pussy.”

Chris practically passed out. No girl had ever before discussed her private body parts with him and Summer wasn't even blushing. “What class do you have next?” he asked trying to change the subject before he had an embarrassing accident.

“Science, with Mrs Weidner,” Summer answered.

“Me, too,” Chris replied, a bit louder than necessary. “I hope I'm in a lot of your classes.”

“That would be nice,” Summer replied, sincerely, but their conversation was forced to end as Mrs Darling started class by handing out their text books.

Summer was engrossed in what Mrs Darling was saying and literally jumped when the bell sounded.

“Relax, that bell is for me,” Mrs Darling explained to her students. “That is the five minute warning bell telling me to wind down any discussion that is going on and bring the class to a conclusion. The next bell will be the class dismissal bell. When that bell rings, you will wait to be discharged and then you have three minutes to get to your next class. Don't dawdle because three minutes isn't long particularly if you have a distance to travel. For homework, you have the exercises on page nineteen. You have permission to leave when the bell rings.”

“Chris, do we leave the books here or take them with us,” Summer asked.

“Take them with us, of course,” Chris said giving Summer a questioning look. “How could we do the homework on page nineteen without our books?”

“I'm sorry,” Summer apologized. “I've been home schooled. This is my first day in a public school so everything is a bit new to me.”

“Well, that somewhat explains you not knowing the dress code, “ Chris said as he and Summer walked out of the classroom, many an eye on Summer. “I guess you didn't have to worry about how long your dresses were at home.”

“I never wore dresses at home,” Summer said, flatly. “Actually, I don't wear any clothes at all at home. I'm normally naked there twenty-four/seven.”

Chris was once again suffering from a stiffy that was demanding attention. He'd give anything to be a fly on the wall of that house. It didn't bother him at all that she might be wanting in the boob department. Summer was beautiful and he'd give anything to see her totally naked.

As they neared the staircase, Chris noticed that a group of boys had gathered at the bottom of the steps and were staring up at them lustfully. He knew they weren't staring at him and had a damn good idea what they were waiting to see.

“Summer, when we go down the stairs, it might be a good idea if I walk in front of you,” he said, genuine concern evident in his voice..

Summer saw the boys and immediately knew their intentions and being an exhibitionist, she didn't want to disappoint them.

She grabbed Chris's empty hand. “It's nice to know that the seventh grade has at least one gentleman in it,” she said, as she coolly walked down the stairs, her short dress flaring open with each step. Chris stared at the hand that was grasping his. 'Why was she holding his hand? They'd just met. Could she possibly like him?'

By the time they reached the bottom of the stairs, all the boys watching them were sporting rigid cocks and whispering hyperbolically between themselves.

“Summer, why didn't you let me walk in front of you?” Chris asked, concernedly. “Those perverts were waiting there just hoping to get a look at what color panties you had on.”

“I know,” Summer said. “I hope they weren't too disappointed. I never wear underwear.”

Chris couldn't believe this girl. He had a few friends that were girls, but none that were anything like Summer. In some ways he admired her and in other ways she sorta frightened him.

Summer was still holding Chris's hand and could physically feel him shaking. “I kinda like holding your hand, but if you'd rather I didn't, I won't force you,” she said. She made to let go, but Chris held onto her hand tightly until they got to the classroom door.

“Let me go in and get a seat first” Summer suggested, surreptitiously “Then you come in and accidentally drop your English book on the floor in front of me. I have something I want to show you.”

As she entered the room, Summer noticed that the teacher was busy admonishing another girl, she assumed for the length of her skirt. She hurried and found a desk with the one across from it empty. She was barely situated when Chris walked in and nervously walked down the aisle. Hopefully no one was watching because his dropping of his book looked anything but accidental. He did however have great placement skill. The book landed on the floor right at the tip of her toes.

“Go ahead and pick it up,” Summer said sounding a bit enticing. “I won't bite.”

Since the book had actually ended up under Summer's desk, Chris had to physically get down on his hands and knees. Even before he was completely in position, Summer raised herself up slightly in the chair and spread her legs open as far as she possibly could without it being completely obvious as to what she was doing. Chris grabbed his book and then took in the forbidden sight that Summer was blithely reveling to him. He hit his head on Summer's desk and then stumbled to his feet, wishing he had a photographic mind.

Chris felt flushed as he took his seat. He had never ever in his entire life seen that mysterious part of a girls' anatomy before, not even on a little baby. He had no idea why this fantastic beautiful girl was allowing him such intimate access to her secret treasures, but he wasn't going to argue about it. Before he had the opportunity to do anything, but glance at Summer in shock, the teacher brought the class to attention.

It was a busy class, but quite structured. Chris had no opportunity to talk to Summer and the few times that he managed to catch her attention at all, she just gave him a coy smile. The big surprise came after the sounding of the warning bell. Mrs Weidner gave them a small reading assignment for homework, then said, “Miss Spring would you please come up to my desk.”

Summer was stunned. She thought that she had sat quite demurely during the class. Well, as demurely as one can sit in a dress that only extends about an inch below your crotch and butt. As she got up, Summer even tried to pull her dress down a bit, not that such an act was even possible.

“You're a very brave girl,” Mrs Weidner said softly when Summer reached her desk. “It must be awful for you to have to wear your dresses so lewdly short and …” She dropped her voice even lower. “without even any underwear to cover your privates. How do you do it?”

Summer was shocked, confused, even slightly traumatized, wondering what the hell was going on. This teacher evidently thought she was somehow forced to dress as she did.

“It's quite hard, but I guess it could always be worse,” Summer concluded, playing along. “It could be necessary for me to be completed nude.”

Mrs Weidner forced a weak laugh. “Yes, I'm afraid that would be a situation that even our beloved administrator would find unworkable. If any of the boys or girls give you a problem, be sure to inform a teacher. We won't permit anyone with a difficulty like yours to be harassed.”

Summer still had no clue as to what exactly was going on here, but evidently the Administrator had ordered the teachers to give her special dispensation as far as the dress code was concerned. They were somehow even aware that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

“Thank you for your understanding,” Summer said, as she was saved from any more conversation by the ringing of the bell.

“What class do you have next?” Chris asked as he hurried to catch up with Summer. “I have history with Mr Wigg.”

“I have History, too,” Summer said, “But with Mr Means.” She could see the profound letdown in Chris's eyes. He actually looked ready to cry. Summer reached out and touched his hand. “Look for me at lunch. Maybe we can sit together?”

“Yeah! That would be great,” Chris said, brightening up. “It's a date. Well not an actual date... but, oh you know what I mean. See you at lunch.”

They hurried off in separate directions. Evidently Mr Wigg's classroom was on main floor while Summer had to go back up to the second floor for Mr Means classroom. She hadn't shown her schedule to anyone, but somehow the same group of boys that had watched her descend the stairs before were now gathered to watch her ascend.

Summer decided that if they were looking for a show, she was just the girl to happily give them one. About midway up the stairs, she purposely dropped her pencil case. Normally, she would have squatted down gracefully to carefully pick it up, but she decided to give the boys spying on her a real eyeful. She spread her legs slightly apart and bent at the waist keeping her legs as straight as possible. This caused her dress to ride up so high that her beautiful butt was totally exposed. Summer hoped that some of the boys might have even gotten a good look between her legs and seen her cunt.

In Summer's opinion, boys were for the most part silly and immature. Instead of sneaking around and trying to get a quick glimpse of her private parts, why didn't they just ask to see them like some of the little boys had in kindergarten. She'd have no qualms about showing them anything they wanted to see. She'd didn't, however, want to get caught purposely exposing herself by a teacher. Although she didn't yet understand why, it was obvious that she had been given a pass to dress as she was. Obviously that meant that accidents would be expected, but she'd have to make damn sure that they looked like bona fide accidents.

Her entry into Mr Means classroom was a mixed bag of emotions for Summer. She was quite happy to see him again, but disappointed that all the front seats were already taken. That meant she wouldn't be able to tease him like she had planned. Summer immediately went up to Mr Means' desk and gave him a copy of her schedule like he had requested.

“Mr Means, do you know anything about an e-mail that Administrator Hastings evidently sent out concerning me?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes Summer. I'm afraid that I'm partly to blame for that,” Mr Means admitted, looking both sorry and guilty. “Dr Hastings and I are very good friends. He was my favorite teacher in high school and I think of him as a mentor. I called him last evening to see if I could possibly get you transferred to my class for history. I explained how I had met you yesterday at the Rec and told him about your awesome basketball abilities. We also discussed your clothing problem. Evidently you made quite an impression on Dr Hastings because he instantly remembered you.”

“We discussed the problem at length and Dr Hastings felt it might be best to go the sympathy route and so he gave you a rare form of Fibromyaigia and asked all the staff to help you in any way possible by making strong allowances for you,” Mr Means concluded.

“But I don't have Fibro...whatever,” Summer insisted. “I just squirt stuff from my pussy when it can't breath during exercise.”

“I understand that,” Mr Means said calmly. “But if we just approach it as a difficulty associated with sports, the majority of people will say that you just shouldn't play sports. By making it a rare disease, people are more sympathetic and it explains away your propensity for short skirts and no underwear. Mr Hastings has informed the staff that what you have is not transferable to others. He has told them that you are a perfectly healthy young lady, but that if you wear any clothing in the vicinity of your genitalia you will break into a rash that could be potentially life threatening.”

“Wow, I feel sorry for me,” Summer said, but before she could comment more, the bell to start class rang and she hurried off to one of the still available seats, all eyes in the room following her legs and barely covered butt.

“Welcome to American History, I'm your teacher Mr Means. That was the easy part,” he said. “You've already learned my name and it's an easy name to remember. Now comes the hard part, me learning all of your names and the names of the students in my other five classes of American History. To help with that, you will have assigned seats.”

There was a moan from many of the students because that meant likely not sitting next to their best friends.

“Oh come on now, it's not that bad,” Mr Means assured them. “And I haven't assigned the seats in alphabetical order, so you just might make some new friends. If everyone in the first row would please gather up their belongings and temporarily move to the front of the room until you are assigned a seat. James Kolb seat one, Susan Shaffer seat two.”

After he filled all of row one, he had those still seated in row two come to the front of the room. Summer practically jumped with joy when she was assigned the front seat in row two. She had a perfect view of the teacher's desk and Mr Means would have a perfect view of her.

After everyone was assigned a seat, books were passed out and the lesson began. Summer adjusted her dress to make sure nothing was hidden by cloth and then spread her legs so that Mr Means would have an unobstructed view of her smooth, bare pussy. She caught him looking numerous times and could tell that he was enjoying the show. Summer especially loved showing off her body to someone that appreciated it.“The history of our country starts with its discover in 1492 by Christopher Columbus.” Mr Means stated. “Although Columbus was not the first European explorer to reach the Americas, having been preceded by the Viking expedition led by Leif Erickson in the 11th century, his voyages, however, led to the first lasting European contact with the Americas, inaugurating a period of exploration, conquest, and colonization that lasted several centuries. These voyages thus had an enormous effect on the historical development of the modern Western world.”

Summer raised her hand. “Yes! Miss Spring.”

“What about the people that were native to this land? Shouldn't our history begin with them?” she asked, seriously..

“Technically, yes,” Mr. Means answered, “But very little is known of their history before America was colonized. They were a backward people and kept very little in the way of records.”

“Why were some places, like Africa, the Americas and Australia so backward while others like Japan, Europe and China were so advanced?”

“Now that is a question that has puzzled scholars for centuries and one that I'm afraid there is no definite answer for,” Mr Means replied. It was evident to him that Summer wasn't just a sexy young basketball player, but also a very intelligent young lady. It was amazing to him that both brains and brawn could be packaged in such a sexy little package.

Chris had been one of the first in the cafeteria and could have already been seated eating his lunch, but instead he was waiting at the door for Summer to arrive, as the line steadily grew longer. Finally she arrived and the smile she gave him would have made a three hour wait worthwhile.

“I was hoping I'd get to see you at lunch,” Summer said, hurrying to his side. “Have you been waiting here long?”

“No I just arrived,” Chris lied. “I was ready to get in line, but when I saw you coming, I decided to wait. Why didn't you put your books in your locker?”

Summer looked around and noticed that she was one of only a few students that were carrying books. “How do you get a locker?” she inquired, as they joined the queue for lunch

“You already have one,” Chris said. The number, location and combination are in your packet.”

“I was told that accept for my schedule, most of the stuff in the packet was junk for my parents,” Summer replied, slightly disturbed.

“Most of it is,” Chris confirmed. “Unless you want to join a school club or a winter sports team.”

“Winter sports?” Summer repeated. “It's just the beginning of September?” They temporarily interrupted their conversation while they were served their lunches and then searched for an open table.

“Doesn't it bother you that everyone is staring at you?” Chris asked as they located an empty table.

“I thought they were all staring at you,” Summer replied, jokingly. “Actually, I've always liked being the center of attention. My parents say I'm a closet exhibitionist, but I've recently decided to come out of the closet.”

“How? What exactly does an exhibitionist do?” Chris asked.

“Well, I guess that varies depending on the actual person, but in my case, I like to show off my naked body,” Summer said, completely straight faced and serious. “Yesterday I played basketball topless with a group of boys at the rec. I would have played naked, but nobody asked.”

Chris almost choked on his food. “You can't be serious! You actually played with nothing on from the waist up,” Chris gasped.

“It wasn't that big a deal,” Summer assured him.”I don't have very much to show in the tit department, but I've been told I have a nice butt and pussy. You saw my cunt. Did you like it?”

Chris's head was spinning. He'd never met a girl anything like Summer. “It was the prettiest pussy I ever saw,” he said. “But to be completely honest. It was also the only pussy I've ever seen.”

Summer chuckled. “I'll have to see what I can do about giving you something to compare it to. But enough talk about me. Why is basketball registration so early?”

“It's not,” Chris insisted. “Registration for the next season's sports always takes place when the current season is just beginning.. Soccer and football registration was last spring and baseball will be around Christmas. Why all the interest in basketball? Are you going out for center?”

Chris evidently thought he was being funny, but Summer wasn't laughing. “Do you play basketball?” Summer asked.

“A bit,” Chris said. “I'm going to go out for the school's team this year.”

“Do you know where Cherry Lane is?” Summer asked.

Yeah, it's only a couple of miles from my house. Why is that where you live/” Chris asked.

“Yeah! Why don't you come over after school and we'll play a little basketball? “ Summer suggested. “We could bet on a game of hippopotamus.”

“Is that the same as horse? Chris inquired.

“Same game just more letters,” Summer explained. “We'll decide on what the bet is when you get there. I don't want you to chicken out and not show up.”

“I'll be over as soon as I change clothes,” Chris promised. “Be prepared to lose... Hey is that a copy of your schedule? Can I see it? I want to compare it to mine and see if we are in any other classes together.”

Chris got out his schedule and began comparing it with Summer's. “It's identical except for history,” Chris concluded. “Why would we have every class together except history?”

Summer was pretty sure her schedule had been changed to put her in Mr Means' class, but didn't want Chris asking why. “Don't ask me, computers have a mind of their own,” Summer said. “What classes do we have this afternoon?”

“Math right after lunch followed by geography and then Gym/Health/Study for the last two periods.” Chris read from the schedule.

“What is Gym/Health/Study?” Summer inquired.

“No idea Chris replied, but we have it in the gym. What do all these notations mean next to the teachers names on your scheduled?”

“What notations?” Summer asked. She hadn't looked at the copy of her schedule since Mr Means had returned it to her at the end of class.

“These,” Chris said handing the schedule back to Summer.

Mr Means had put notations next to all the names of her teachers, such as: don't even think about it, not a chance, go for, he'll want more than a look and next to her art teacher's name, only if you grow a penis. Summer was temped to lie, but honestly couldn't come up with a credible one and so decided to go with the truth.

“I asked a friend what teacher I could get away with flashing my pussy to and those are his comments,” Summer stated, firmly.

“You actually intend to flash your privates to some of the teachers,” Chris repeated, totally shocked.

“Well not exactly flash,” Summer rectified. “I want to give them a good long look. I already did Mr Means and he seemed to very much enjoy looking at my little slit.”

“I did, too,” Chris admitted, “but damn Summer, he's an adult and a teacher to boot.”

“That's what makes it so much fun,” Summer giggled.

They had been talking so much, that they had to hurry and finish their lunch before the warning bell sounded. “Do you want to put your books from the morning classes in your locker before we head to Math,” Chris suggested.

“Good idea,” Summer said. They disposed of their trash and then head off to find Summer's locker. Chris reached down and took Summer's hand in his. He was quite pleased when she didn't object.

Except for the stares, math and geography went without a hitch and from the looks she received from her teachers it was evident to Summer that they had both read the e-mail from the administrator and felt compassionateness toward her.

When she and Chris entered the gymnasium, Summer was struck in wonderment. Since this was a junior high school and not a senior high school or college, she hadn't expected much. To her great astonishment this was a full sized gym with what appeared to be more than adequate seating on both sides along with additional fold out bleacher at the one end. That is where two teacher were now standing. One section of the folding bleachers had been pulled out and the students that had arrived before them were already taking seats. From the number of students present, Summer surmised that this class was about twice as large as a normal class.

By the time Chris and Summer arrived at the bleaches, all of the lower seats were taken and they had to step around and between people in order to get to the top seats. For young kids their age this certain wasn't physically difficult, but to do so in a dress as short as Summer's was without showing absolutely everything off was impossible. Summer, of course, had no qualms about showing off her body, but she did have some concerns as to how the students and teachers would react to her butt and pussy being on full display. Chris being a gentleman took Summer's hand as she stepped from one level to the next. Anyone seated that looked up as Summer passed them, got quite a show as did the teachers at floor level. Although neither Summer nor Chris noticed it, the two teachers straight off started having a discussion about the young girl who was currently displaying her privates to anyone who desired to look and that seemed to be everyone in the class including all the other girls.

“Good afternoon students, I'm Mr Ginter and this is Ms Frey. Welcome to seven grade. We will be meeting with you at this time on day one and day four. Your school year is 192 days long divided into 4 marking periods.” There were a few moans in the group. “Yes, I know,” Mr Ginter said. “One hundred ninety-two days seems like a very long time, but with weekends, holidays and winter and spring vacation it will be over sooner than you can imagine. Anyway each marking period is 48 days long. During marking period one and three, you will have a two period gym session. During marking period 3 and four you will have health class followed by a study hall.”

“Can anyone speculate why we have a two period gym class for half the year instead of a one period gym class all year long?” Ms Frey asked. “It would work out to the same number of hours for gym, health and study periods either way.” No body seemed willing to venture a guess, then finally Summer raised her hand.

“Yes! Miss Spring, isn't it?” Ms Frey said, acknowledging Summer..

Summer was beginning to wonder if the e-mail from Doctor Hastings concerning her had a photo attachment. “By having back to back classes, you cut in half the time spent changing clothes and taking showers.”

“Well done, Miss Spring,” Ms Frey replied. “When we had one period classes, we barely got started with an activity before we had to head for the showers.” Ms Frey gave Summer an understanding smile. “Mr Ginter and I have discussed your special situation and since you can't take Gym class, you will have a study hall and receive a passing mark for Gym.”

“Put I want to take Gym,” Summer protested, jumping to her feet. “That's not fair.”

“Now Summer please be reasonable,” Mr Ginter begged. He looked quite uncomfortable. “Are your classmates aware of your problem?”

“No, but it's no secret,” Summer said, pouting. “Perhaps you should tell them so they'll understand why you're willing to give me a C for sitting on my butt and not even participating.”

Mr Ginter looked to Ms Frey for help, but she seemed to be quite happy to let him handle this situation entirely by himself.

Ginter cleared his throat. “Class, Miss Spring has a very rare condition. Don't be concerned, it is nothing you can catch. She can't wear any clothing that comes in contact with her genitalia. To do so might possibly result in her death.”
Suddenly the girls that hated this little tart for flaunting her body, felt extremely sorry for the girl. “So obviously she can't wear a gym uniform and participate in gym classes.”

“I could if you'd allow me to take gym class nude,” Summer exclaimed. “I mean except for socks and sneakers, of course.”

The very thought of that possibility had every boy ridged.

“Miss Spring, this is a co-ed physical education class, it isn't just girls,” Ms Frey interjected. “ Certainly you wouldn't want all these boys to see you totally naked.”

“It wouldn't bother me, if it didn't bother them,” Summer said, totally honestly. “Besides most of them have already seen my butt and pussy, so all that's left is my tits and they aren't anything to brag about. Besides I thought Dr Hastings instructed all of you teachers to make any reasonable dispensation possible.”

Mr Ginter, leaned toward Ms Frey. “He did say to bend any rules necessary?”

“Put surely there are limitations as to how far we can go,” Ms Frey insisted. “Not only would the girl be totally naked,, but can you imagine some of the obscene positions she might get into while doing gymnastics?”

Mr Ginter thought about that seriously and it certainly helped him make a decision. “Class, I think it only fair that you be a part in this decision.” he said..”This young lady has already been punished with this awful debility. Do you want to punish her more by taking away her rights to fully take part in school activities? If so please stand and explain your reasoning.”

Obviously, the boys were all ecstatic at the idea of a girl being naked during gym class, they didn't care how minuscule her tits might be. The girls for the most part weren't that happy about the idea. Sure it wasn't them, but it was girl parts that would be on display and that would be bad enough. The problem was the way Mr Ginter had pleaded the case. You'd have to be a ogre to vote against the precious little thing.

“Since no one has risen, I'll assume you are all in favor of Miss Spring talking part in our class naked,” Mr Ginter declared. “As for the rest of you. You'll be expected to have your PE kit by Monday. Now Ms Frey and I have a few other things to go over, then you can use the balance of the time as a study hall. Use it wisely and you won't have any homework for tonight.

Chris just stared a Summer dumbfounded. “Are you really going to do it?” he finally asked.

“Do what?” Summer asked, acting stupid.

“Take your clothes off in front of the entire fucking class,” Chris swore. “I don't know if I like the idea of all the perverts seeing my …”

“Seeing your what how?” Summer retorted. “Are you still coming to my place after school?”

“Yeah! If I'm still invited,” Chris said, backing down.

“You're still invited, but after I beat you at hippopotamus, we're going to have to have a long talk.”

Lily was barely seated in the bus when Summer grabbed her arm. “Guess what? Ms Frey and Mr Ginter are going to allow me to take PE naked.”

“You got to be shitting me,” Lily replied. “How the hell did you ever pull that off?”

“I sorta had help from Mr Means and Dr Hastings,” Summer added.

“Thats going to take a bit more explaining than that, Lily declared.

“Well, it seems Mr Means called the administrator last night and had him pull some strings to get me transferred into his history class,” Summer explained. “I think he wants to spent the year gawking at my exposed pussy in the front row. Any way he told the administrator about my squirting problem when I play basketball and the solution was to tell all the teacher that I have a malady that prevents me from wearing any clothing near my cunt. I'm exempted from the dress code and can even get away with flashing my butt and pussy if I make it look accidental. Isn't that great?”

Lily laughed. “For you, I imagine it is, but I prefer to keep my privates private.”

“Is that why you always take your clothes off as soon as you get to my house?” Summer asked.

“Not always,” Lily insisted. “I didn't yesterday”

“Only because you wanted to go to the rec,” Summer insisted.

“Okay, I'll admit that I sorta like being in the buff, but only round you and your parents,” Lily claimed. “I could never do what you did at the courts yesterday.”

“I wish someone would have dared me to get naked,” Summer claimed. “It would have been so kewl to play Bball against those guys totally naked.”

“We're at your stop already,” Lily said, getting Summer's attention “I'll see you in about fifteen.”

Summer got out of her seat and walked to the front of the bus, while Lily just shook her head in disbelief.

Okay, Summer here. I'm afraid that's it for this chapter. I really had a busy first day at school, didn't I?” I can't way until Monday. It's going to be so kewl to take PE class in the nude. I hope the boys aren't to awfully disappointed with my body.

What? I'm sorry. I just forgot to tell her. It'll be fine! Well, I hope so anyway.

Sorry about that. Neel just reminded me that Chris was riding over to my house after school and that Lily would be there, too and probably naked.

Do you think that will be a problem? Guess we'll find out in the next chapter.

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