NUDE LIKE ME

by SFWS with the Assistance of Neel Down

“What makes you think I don't really want to do it?” Summer asked. “I'm a slut and just love to suck cocks. I'd let you fuck me, but I only just got on the pill and I promised Chris that he could be my first. If you're willing to wait till next week you can be my second fuck. I might be better at it by then.”

Harry surreptitiously pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He barely knew this gorgeous girl and she was offering to let him fuck her and what's more, she seemed totally sincere. How the hell was he supposed to concentrate on picking a team when all he could think about now was humping this little minx. “I don't know any of these girls,” Harry admitted. “They must have all gone to other elementary schools. Do you know any of them?”

“Not really,” Summer said. “Some of them are in my other classes, but I don't really know them. That girl has the locker next to me. I don't know if she's any good at sports, but she seems nice and said she'd be willing to go topless.”

Harry laughed. “I guess there could be a lot worse reasons for picking her.”

CHAPTER SIX

SACRIFICES FOR THE SAKE OF ART

As luck would have it Jessica (that was locker girl's actual name) turned out to be a fantastic choice. Not only was she herself good at sports, but she knew all the other girls and all the inside gossip about them. Not only did she know which girls stuffed their bras and which girls would put out, but she also knew which girls would get down and dirty when it came to sports and which were square-toed.

Once the last players, not surprisingly the walkers, were selected, Harry beamed with pride. He had a feeling that he was captain of the best team and couldn't wait to see his players in action.

“Okay, team blue on the five yard line, green on the ten, red on the fifteen and yellow on the twenty,” Mr. Ginter bellowed. “Students, I want you to line up by team in the order you were selected. This will help Ms Frey and me to get to know you. Team leaders, we are expecting you to set a bang-up example. Okay people, stretch out those lines. Don't bunch up, give everyone room to exercise.”

As they started off with jumping jacks, Harry had his first regret at being named a team leader. He was up front, just a few feet away from and facing the glaring Ms Frey and Mr. Ginter. Meanwhile Chris, who was his number three choice, was directly behind Summer, watching her pleasing ass bounce up and down with each count. Harry could only imagine some of the fabulous views Chris would experience before their calisthenics were completed, and he was undeniably envious.

Chris had been in lust with Summer since the moment he first caught sight of her and nothing had changed that feeling, including her capricious passion to be a slut. Would he rather be her boyfriend and have exclusive access to her body? Certainly, but he was wisely following Lily's advice and cooling his jets. Although at this particular moment it was admittedly challenging to cool anything while watching Summer exercise au naturel.

He had endured the jumping-jacks and sit-ups, but her push-ups were at this very moment driving him absolutely mad. They had all followed Mr. Ginter's instructions and given each other what they thought was adequate space to exercise, but that was when they were standing. When bodies are stretched out to do push-ups, they occupy a lot more ground space than when standing. Thus Summer's head was now currently little more than a foot from Harry's feet, and Chris's head was in a corresponding position to Summer's feet. That afforded him the luxury of looking up those slightly spread, fantastic legs as Summer lifted her body. On each up count her bare cunt seemed to wink at him as if scolding him for looking.

Once again Chris was suffering an embarrassing erection. He felt as if he had experienced more stiffies in the last six days since meeting Summer than he had in the prior six months. It wasn't until he started to get to his feet and tried to hide his most current hard-on that he noticed the giggling coming from Jessica.

Her face was blood-red as she whispered sweetly to Chris, “Please don't take this wrong, I'm not at all complaining. Actually, I quite enjoyed the anatomy lesson, but you might want to reconsider going commando in shorts that brief and baggy.”

Chris had hated the PE uniform from the day his mother had purchased it, but she had explained that the store swore it was the one decreed by Mr. Ginter. That unfortunately made complete sense to Chris since for some reason the old man thought the 1950's was the greatest decade ever and treasured everything and anything from that period. Only Mr. Ginter would force the boys to wear shorts that went out of style over fifty years ago.

He could blame old man Ginter for the shorts, but only had himself to blame for being commando. Obviously he couldn't wear boxer shorts under the brief gym shorts, so his dad had given him money on Wednesday afternoon to pick up a pair of briefs or a jock strap. Instead of going to the store on his bike, Chris had spent the afternoon with Summer and Lily and then done the same thing on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It was only as he got ready for school this morning that Chris realized his predicament and decided that the only option was to go without underwear with the bloody shorts just this one time. Based on Jessica's remarks, that evidently had been a poor decision.

As if they were undergoing a blood exchange, Jessica's blood-red face was suddenly transferred to Chris. “You seem to have a nice cock,” Jessica said sweetly. “I'd really like to have a proper look at it.”

“Well that's not going to happen,” Chris said vehemently. “This was just a stupid accident. I'm not about to show you my cock.”

“Not even if I asked you to nicely” Summer said sexily, interrupting the two. “I was under the impression you'd do anything for me.”

“But... please Summer don't ask me to get my cock out, not here in front of everyone,” Chris practically pleaded.

“I'm not asking you to get it out,” Summer assured Chris. “I'm just asking you if you would if that's what I desired?”

Chris shyly nodded his head yes.

Not for the first time, Jessica looked at Summer with extreme awe. Not only was this girl beautiful and bold, but it seemed that she also wielded a magical power over boys. Well, at least she most certainly did over Chris.

“Jessica, would you like to come swimming at my house on Saturday?” Summer asked. “If you do, I promise that you'll get to see Chris absolutely starkers. He'll be naked the entire afternoon.” Chris gulped at hearing Summer's words.

“Yes please,” Jessica quickly responded, without any deliberation.

“My friend Lily from eighth grade will most likely be there too and like Chris, she and I will be naked. So that no one feels awkward, I think it's only fair that you should get nude too. Do you agree?” Summer asked.

Jessica gulped. She definitely wanted to get a good look at Chris's knob, and what better way than by seeing him totally naked. The question now was whether or not she was willing to let him see her naked in return. Is this what her older sister had been talking about when she warned her that junior high kids play much more serious games? Getting naked with boys was definitely something she considered more serious.

She was already in wonderment of Summer and wanted to be more in control like this girl seemed to be. Getting to be like her would involve hanging with her and getting to know her better. And obviously hanging with Summer meant being willing to get nude. “I'll be there,” Jessica said bravely. “Just tell me the time and where you live.”

There, she had done it. She had committed to going to a skinny dipping party. Now she had five days to work up the nerve to actually take all of her clothes off.

“Is this a private party or is anyone invited?” Harry asked with a cocky grin. He had approached them to get them hustling along since they evidently hadn't been paying attention to Mr. Ginter's instructions, but now their conversation had his interest piqued. He wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of being seen naked by three girls, but it just might be worth it to get to spend an afternoon with them all nude. Sure, they'd see him, but he'd see three of them.

“Not just anyone,” Summer responded, “but I might consider inviting you if you're

willing to follow the rules. You have to be naked the entire time and no trying to hide or cover up the interesting bits.”

Instead of straight off answering Summer, Harry led the team over to Ms Frey who was handing out flag belts in the various team colors. They would be playing two games. First their team had been matched against the blue team. Depending on the results of that game, they'd either be playing the winner or loser of the red and green team match-up. This was an advantage of having a double period. They'd have been hard pressed to squeeze one game into a single period.

Harry was amazed that the addition of a flag belt made Summer look even more naked and sexy, if that was even at all possible. Since his team had fourteen members, eight boys and six girls, and only seven play on a flag football team, Harry divided them into two groups. He decided it would be easier to just substitute the entire team rather than having the headache of inserting individual players. This seemed a more logical approach since he didn't really know the skills of any of the other players.

He kept Summer on his squad mainly because he couldn't bear to part with her gorgeous

young ass. Chris and Jessica headed the other group. Of course. Summer volunteered to play center and since Harry was playing quarterback, he didn't refuse. He doubted he could ever get tired of looking at that perfect ass, especially when Summer spread her legs and bent over to hike the ball. No straight boy could view that sight without forming instant wood.

Harry had been correct about having selected a good team, at least when it came to flag football. It didn't seem to matter whether his group or Chris's group were in; they both dominated. They easily defeated the blue team and then bested the red team in a close final game.

Summer, however, was a bit disappointed. Although she loved being naked and being ogled by all the boys, she felt depressed at not having been groped even once. Ms Frey and Mr. Ginter had kept a close eye on the game and especially on any boys who came within touching distance of the naked girl. She realized they meant well and were only trying to protect her, but she would have loved to have the boys pull on her tits and fondle her cunt.

“That was fun,” Jessica said, catching up to Summer. “We have a good team.” Then she quickly changed the subject. “Is Harry going to come on Saturday?”

Summer laughed. ”Is that come as in come to my house or cum as in squirt his seed?”

“You're bad,” Jessica said, smiling through her blush.

“I'm not sure,” Summer replied. “He never gave me a definitive answer. Hopefully, he'll tell me at our next PE class. But if he does come, I'll make sure he cums. Have you ever seen a boy get a hard-on and ejaculate?”

“No,” Jessica admitted shyly. “I guess I've led a rather sheltered life. Have you?”

“Lots of times,” Summer replied. “You'll love it. It's so kewl to watch a boy's cock go from flaccid to stiff and then squirt cum. It was one of the first things I put on my bucket list.”

“Bucket list?” Jessica repeated, questioningly. “I thought a bucket list was something old people made of things they wanted to do before they croaked.”

“It can be,” Summer answered, “but why would you want to wait until you're old to do fun things?” She pointed toward the boys that were gawking at her as they headed toward the outside door to the locker room. “Do you know where they're headed?”

“Sure, to their locker room,” Jessica answered.

“And do you know what they're going to do in there?” Summer inquired.

“Duh! Get dressed,” Jessica answered.

“Hopefully, they'll take a shower before they get dressed,” Summer replied. “One of the items on my bucket list is to shower with them.”

“You want to shower with the boys?” Jessica responded, aghast. “But they'd grope and feel you up. They might even rape you.”

“Hopefully,” Summer retorted. “I think it would be fantastic to be fucked by a large group of boys. Can you imagine how great it would be to have a cock in both your cunt and ass while you simultaneously sucked another boy off? And as soon as those three finished off, another three would take their places. I think that would be heaven. And by the way it's only rape if you say no and I can't picture me ever saying no to a fuck.”

“Have you ever even done it yet?” Jessica asked as they entered the building. “What makes you so sure that you'd even like it?”

“Saturday will be my first time,” Summer admitted. “Chris is going to sleep over and we're going to spend the entire night fucking. I'm sure I'll like it because I love being fondled and groped and I've been finger fucked like a zillion times.”

Once again Jessica just stared in awe at Summer. She felt so inadequate, so immature compared to this girl. Summer opened her locker and grabbed her towel. “Let's hurry and get in the showers,” she encouraged Jessica. “My hair takes forever to dry.”

“But my sister told me that the girls never take showers,” Jessica insisted.

“Suit yourself,” Summer said, shrugging her shoulders, “but this girl does. Some boy might offer to suck my cunt this afternoon and I want to be sure I'm nice and clean.”

Jessica watched Summer walk off toward the showers, then quickly stripped off and hurried after her.

As Ms Frey entered the locker room, she was surprised to hear the showers running. It was an extreme rarity for any of the girls to shower after gym class. They seldom exerted themselves enough to make taking a shower that necessary and they definitely didn't want to get their hair wet.

She was doubly surprised when she walked by the shower room and saw that there were two girls in there, both giggling and laughing and … Summer Spring was actually washing the other girl. She had evidently first washed the other girl's back, but her hands were definitely now caressing the girl's breasts. This was the first time Ms Frey had ever experienced anything like this and she didn't quite know how to react. Was this against school policy or permissible? The rules now-a-days seemed to be changing constantly.

“You girls best get a move on or you'll be going to your next class naked and with wet hair,” Ms Frey yelled out.

Summer would have been quite happy to do that, but instead smacked Jessica's butt and encouraged her to get a move on. “What class do you have next,” Summer asked, as they hurriedly dressed.

“Music, same as you,” Jessica replied, shaking her head. “You've been too busy checking out the boys to notice any of us girls, but I'm in all your classes except for history. I wonder why we don't have history together?”

Summer knew why, but didn't reply. She was happy to have made two new friends today and especially happy that one of them was a girl from her own class.

People stared at Summer and Jessica as they hurried to the auditorium. For a change it wasn't because of Summer's attire, but rather because both girls still had wet hair.

If nothing else, music class proved that none of the young recording artists of the day had anything to fear from Summer. She had taken piano lessons since five and had become quite proficient. But although she could play a tune, she had difficulty carrying one when singing. But as Chris would tell you, when you look as good as Summer, you have no need to be able to sing.

Music on day four was split by lunch. Last week Summer and Chris felt like they were being scorned as they ate lunch alone every day. So they were both happy that Jessica decided to sit with them today, and then that about ten minutes into lunch Harry asked to join them.

“Boy that was a great PE class today,” Harry proclaimed before he was even seated properly. “I think we're going to be the team to beat this year.”

“It helped that you had first selection each round,” Chris chimed in. “It aided us in avoiding all the slackers.”

“What really helped was Jessica knowing all the girls and whether they'd put out or not,” Harry added.

Everyone laughed and Harry eventually realized what he had said. “Oh come on guys, you know what I meant,” Harry moaned.

“Did Harry tell you why he picked you for the team?” Summer asked Jessica. The girl just shook her head. “I told him that you said you'd be willing to take your top off.”

“I guess we'll find out on Saturday whether or not you lied,” Chris said, a big grin on his face.

“About Saturday, are you guys serious about the skinny dipping stuff or were you just pulling my leg?” Harry asked.

“Seriously, do I look like someone who jokes about getting naked?” Summer asked.

“Trust me, she's one hundred percent serious,” Chris swore. “I met her just last Wednesday and was invited to her house to play basketball. She hustled me and before I knew it, I was naked.”

“Chris, be fair and tell the entire story,” Summer insisted. “Lily and I were already naked when you got there and neither one of us bothered to cover up. You played the entire game fully dressed while Lily and I were starkers.”

“Are you talking about Lily Cooper?” Harry asked, not believing that it could possibly be the Lily that he sorta knew from elementary school. “Wait a minute! Did you say that Summer hustled you at basketball?” He looked at Summer and then back at Chris. “You have got to be kidding me. You better not tell me that she can out jump you.”

“Lily Cooper is my best friend,” Summer replied. “Do you know her?”

“Sorta,” Harry said, blushing. “Okay, don't laugh, but I had a major crush on her when I was in fifth grade. I even tried to kiss her, but I was too short to reach her lips.”

“Did she know you liked her?” Summer asked.

“Not till I made a fool of myself trying to kiss her,” Harry explained. “She didn't pay much attention to kids younger than herself. How the hell did you two ever manage to become best friends?”

“We have our mutual love of basketball and a few other things in common,” Summer informed him. “I'm hoping to make the school co-ed basketball team.”

“How can you go out for basketball, but not be able to run cross country?” Harry asked, sounding a bit upset. He really thought Summer could be an asset to the school's cross country team.

“Can we take things one step at a time, please?” Jessica asked. “I want to know how she managed to hustle Chris out of his clothes.”

“Sure, I can wait on the cross country explanation,” Harry agreed. “I'd like to hear how she talked him out of his pants too.”

“I didn't talk him out of anything,” Summer protested. “I simply beat him at a fair and square game of HIPPOPATIMUS.”

“You did sorta hustle me,” Chris complained. “You didn't tell me that you were a wiz at three point shots.”

“Is that a new rule of the game?” Summer asked testily. “If I recall correctly, you were allowed to lead off and were ahead HIPPO to zip until you changed tactics and missed a shot, opening the door for me. You could have easily won if you hadn't let up on the pressure. You need to learn that the game isn't over until the buzzer sounds.”

“I don't know,” Harry said shaking his head. “It sounds to me Chris like you might be a bit of a sore loser. There is nothing in the rules about declaring what shots you are best at. Besides, she let you shoot first and you were leading. Perhaps you should just be a gentleman about it and admit the girl bested you.”

“Is that how you got him naked?” Jessica asked. “Did you guys have a bet? Did he have to strip off if he lost?”

Summer simply nodded her head coyly.

“But you were already naked,” Harry stated. “What would Chris's prize have been if he'd won?”

“I was going to let him fuck me,” Summer said nonchalantly. “I still intent to let him do that this Saturday night, assuming he's still interested in screwing me.”

“Chris, wake up and stop being a poor loser,” Harry implored. “The way I see it, you're the big winner. I'd give my right arm to get to fuck Summer.”

“You don't have to do anything so ridiculous,” Summer insisted. “Just ask. I'd be happy to have sex with you, but I promised Chris he would be my first and I always keep my word.”

Harry was speechless. He just stared at Summer in disbelief. This was the second time that this awesome girl had offered to have actual sex with him. Could she actually be serious?

“Summer, I'm sorry for acting like such an ass,” Chris said. “It was hard for me to accept that I was beaten by a girl. I guess I have a bit of male chauvinist in me.”

Summer laughed. “Stick with me and I'll beat that out of you in no time.” She gave Chris an evil grin. “And I mean that literally, not figuratively.”

“Enough about Chris and me and basketball and us fucking each other's brains out, are you going to join us for a swim on Saturday or not Harry?” Summer asked.

“Yes!” Harry pledged. “Honestly, I'm scared to death about the whole getting naked thing, but if I don't come, I don't think I'll ever forgive myself.”

“That's the same way I feel about it,” Jessica said in agreement. “I'm petrified to get naked in front of boys, but if I don't do it, I'm sure I'll regret it later.”

“Okay, now that we've got all that stuff out of the way, can we get back to cross country?” Harry asked.

Summer checked the time and was frustrated to see they still had fifteen minutes left. She really had hoped that Harry might have dropped the subject. She looked around the table. “Are you guys all done eating because this is a rather gross subject.” When they all nodded, Summer began to tell her story. Chris and Harry both already knew parts, but to Jessica it was all new and so Summer covered every detail including her conversation with Mr. Means and Lily at the Rec Center.

“So you can't even wear a tiny thong,” Jessica emphasized.

“The larger the garment, the worse, but even the tiniest thong would still cover my slit and if my cunt can't breathe, I squirt,” Summer replied. “Shorts cause the same reaction. That's why I have to wear skirts and just like the basketball team, I doubt the cross country team will allow me to participate in a short skirt and without undies.”

“How is your research with the ice packs working out?” Harry inquired.

Summer shrugged her shoulders. “Not good, not good at all,” she replied. “Size isn't nearly the problem that weight is. I've tried stuffing various things in my cunt: a cloth, a Styrofoam kids' block and even an empty half pint plastic water bottle. Friday I had the bottle in me the entire school day and I pretty much forgot about it until I had to pee. I tried a quarter dollar coin this morning and didn't even make it to the bus. I can get the freeze pak in my cunt, but gravity pulls it out as soon as I stand up. If it won't stay in simply standing, it sure as hell won't stay in running and jumping.”

“Sounds like you won't be playing basketball or running cross country,” Chris noted, sounding sincerely sad.

“I haven't given up on basketball yet,” Summer affirmed. “But cross country has their first meet next Monday and I'm not even on the team.”

“If you can solve your problem, you're on the team,” Harry stated. “That's why I was late coming to lunch. I stopped to talk to the coach. He's short two girls as it is and would be happy to give you a try. Unlike other sports, there isn't much to learn; it's all about conditioning, and you've already done that.”

“Then all we have to do is find something that is naturally cool and light weight,” Jessica suggested.

“Good luck with that,” Summer said. “Don't bother using Google. When I researched cool things, it gave me a list of things that people thought were kinda neat and when I looked for naturally cold things it directed me to types of insulation.”

“Then it sounds like we have our work cut out for us,” Harry said as the bell rang and the group gathered up their things to return to music class.

After music they had club period. The idea was to get students interested in the school newspaper, being in school plays or other such activities. For most students it was a free goof off period. Summer had selected drama club, but knew that she could never actually be in a school play unless they performed in the nude and she found that a highly unlikely prospect.

The last class of the day was a double period of art. Summer had been looking forward to this class not because she had any latent artist talents, but because of the reputation of the teacher. This was the teacher that Mr. Means had warned her not to flash her privates to unless she grew a penis. Mr. Wolfskill was gay, but not in the normal way. He was over the top flamboyantly gay and as wrong as it might be, all the kids tended to make fun of him.The art room was just across from the swimming pool, and Summer couldn't help but stop and take a look through the windows at the elegant crystal clear Olympic size pool. Something about this school just didn't jive with Summer. She seldom looked at the newspaper and found the news on television depressing, but she didn't live in a vacuum. She knew that money was tight and that schools across the nation were cutting back in order to meet budgets. That obviously wasn't the case here. This was a public school and yet in comparison to many schools, it looked like the Taj Mahal.

The gymnasium was equal to those found in many Ivy League colleges, the auditorium was large enough and well enough equipped to host a Broadway show and now this beautiful huge pool when most schools don't even have a swimming pool. And this was the junior high school. Summer couldn't begin to imagine what the high school might look like. Her dad was always complaining about high taxes. He'd have a heart attack when he saw this place.

Summer was pulled out of her thoughts by Chris yanking her toward the art room door. The sign above the entrance said art studio, but the room looked more like an art museum and was the size of maybe eight normal classrooms. The walls were covered in what looked like original works of art and statues were gathered all about. In the very center of the room was a small elevated stage surrounded by easels with computer monitors attached to them and a stool behind each. Summer tried to sit as refined as possible, but a stool and a micro-mini skirt don't work well together. At best, she was likely showing a hell of a lot of leg. In all probability, she was showing a lot more.

“Quickly take a seat,” said the man fluttering about the room. At least Summer assumed this was a man, but she wouldn't want to bet money on it. Mr. Wolfskill was dressed in a purple three piece suit with a pink shirt and a chartreuse tie. He wore sandals and no socks. His hair was nearly waist length and tied into a pony tail. His face was covered in makeup, especially around his eyes. Summer knew it was impolite, but she couldn't help but openly gawk at the man.

“Welcome to seventh grade Body of Art class where we will be painting the human form,” Mr. Wolfskill oozed. “I have been waiting impatiently for this class. Based on your test results, I'm expecting to see some masterpieces this year.”

It was impossible for Summer to speak to anyone because the stools were so far apart. She wanted to ask if they had taken any art tests. She knew that she hadn't.

“I see a look of consternation on many of your faces,” Mr. Wolfskill said. He walked up to Chris and placed his hand under the boy's chin. “My but you're a pretty boy. You should be the subject rather than the artist,” he said, allowing his fingers to trace down Chris's arm before walking away. He totally ignored Summer's sexy legs that had the boys all entranced.

“To clear your confusion, you are correct in thinking that you did not take any test specifically related to art, but your other tests did show whether you demonstrated a high aptitude or not for artistic abilities. It will be my job this year to draw those hidden talents out.”

“Although the year is divided into four quarters, your work here will be divided into two phases. The first phase will be making charcoal sketches of our model in different poises and from different perspectives,” he explained. “With my help you will then pick your best works and spend the second phase adding color until you hopefully have a work of art worth framing. We only meet once a week and although it might not seem like that much to accomplish, believe me it will be a daunting challenge,” he sighed overly dramatically. “Especially in light of the fact that the beautiful male model who I had personally interviewed and selected during the summer called and suddenly quit today without even a good-bye.”

Summer wasn't sure if it was the harsh lighting in the room or his eye makeup, but it appeared to her as if Mr. Wolfskill was starting to cry.

“Heaven knows how long it will take me to find another model who can fill a Speedo as well as Shawn did.” Once again he sighed deeply and then dramatically threw his hands into the air. “Meanwhile I guess you'll have to concentrate on drawing bowls of fruit.”

Jessica shot her hand into the air.

“Yes, young lady, did you have a question?” Mr. Wolfskill asked, acting as if his entire world had been crushed.

“Couldn't one of us fill in temporarily as the model until you've secured another professional?” Jessica asked.

“Are you volunteering,” he asked jokingly. He had no interest in seeing any of these girls in a bathing suit.

“No, but you implied that Chris would make a good model,” Jessica retorted.

He walked back to the boy whose chin he had briefly held earlier. “I assume you are Chris.” Again he sighed dramatically. This time it seemed purposely. “I doubt the administration would allow me to use a student as a model. Please don't any of you, either boy or girl, take this wrong or as a personal put down, but at your young age your equipment isn't nearly big enough to fill a bathing suit in what would be considered by most an enticing way. A painting of an individual in a bathing suit needs to have a sexually enticing attribute to it. I'm afraid that for most of you to be sexually enticing you'd have to poise provocatively in the nude.”

“Then Summer should do it,” Chris blurted out without even raising his hand. “There is nothing more sexually enticing than watching her bare cunt going up and down between her legs when she does push-ups in PE.”

Mr. Wolfskill was bowled-over by Chris's outlandish remark. “Which of you is Summer?” he asked. “Raise your hand please!”

Summer slowly raised her hand, just knowing she was in deep trouble. Part of her wanted to kill Chris, but at the same time another part of her wanted to fuck him right here and now. She loved the fact that he thought her bare cunt was sexually enticing.

“Miss Summer Spring,” Mr. Wolfskill said, walking over to where Summer was perched on her stool. “Yes, I received an e-mail concerning you last week. I'm extremely sorry to hear about your malady. We were asked to completely disregard your attire and grant you any dispensation possible. It was not mentioned in that e-mail that you would be taking PE in the nude.”

“No sir, I imagine it wasn't,” Summer stated. “I've never actually read the e-mail myself, but numerous teachers have mentioned its existence to me. Mr. Ginter and Ms Frey originally intended for me to sit out PE and receive a passing grade of C for the course. I explained that I was a nudist and had no problem with others seeing my naked body. I told them I loved sports and practically begged them to allow me to take PE in the nude. I think they felt that my request fell under giving me any dispensation possible.”

Mr. Wolfskill took a moment to consider his current state of affairs. The idea of a naked young girl modeling certainly didn't excite him in the least. If he had to have an adolescent model, he'd for sure prefer it be a boy, perhaps someone like Chris, but that wasn't going to happen. He had to be practical, he had no model and it had taken him two months to entice Shawn into agreeing to pose for free. It came down to this girl or another year with a bowl of fucking wax fruit.

“Miss Spring would you be willing to pose for the class?” he asked halfheartedly.

The words were barely out of his mouth before Summer was out of her dress. “Took you long enough to ask,” she said curtly, bending over to take off her shoes and socks. “If I spend the entire year posing nude, what will my grade be based on?”

Now Mr. Wolfskill was gay, not blind. A straight man might not be physically drawn to another man, but he can surely tell if a woman would find the guy attractive or not. Likewise, although Mr. Wolfskill was gay, he could see the attraction Summer might have to straight men and boys, especially when she matured a bit more. Personally he had no interest in breasts or that disgusting hole between her legs, but he did find himself strangely drawn to her ass. In a worst case scenario he could always imagine her a young boy as he sank his rod into that luscious butt.

“Mr. Wolfskill, on what will I be graded,” Summer repeated. She now stood totally naked, not the least bit concerned with the fact that her fellow students including Chris and Jessica were now staring a hole through her.

“I've had a great deal of experience with models,” Mr. Wolfskill stated importantly. “You will be graded based on your abilities and cooperation. Although your willingness to help out is greatly appreciated, this will not be a free ride. You will be expected to put out.”

Summer suppressed her giggles, certain that Mr. Wolfskill didn't mean put out in the normal sexual sense.

“Miss Spring, if you'd please take your place on stage,” Mr. Wolfskill instructed. “Class please give Miss Spring a round of applause for volunteering to be our model this year. She has saved us from another wax fruit filled nightmare.”

Patently, the boys were much more enthusiastic than the girls in showing their appreciation, but the girls weren't nearly as standoffish as they were last week. Summer hoped that perhaps she was starting to make minor inroads with them. She was surprised the most when she saw that the source of a loud appreciative wolf whistle was her new friend Jessica. It actually caused her to blush, but only very slightly.

As a naked Summer jumped onto the stage, Mr. Wolfskill approached a control panel and turned the master switch on. Suddenly, the stage was accentuated by a dozen spotlights and all the computer monitors came to life with images of Summer on them.

“Welcome to the twenty-first century,” Mr. Wolfskill spouted excitedly. “In the old days, the subject of a painting was subjected to days of boring frozen posing. No more! Our model is allowed to move, actually encouraged to do so. All her movements are recorded by six cameras from various angles and saved on the master computer. Each of you has the ability to snap and save any screenshots that interest you. Later you will all peruse your screen captures and decided which you wish to turn into a sketch.”

“The huge advantage of this is that you are not all forced to draw the same designated fruit bowl. One of you could draw just her face, another could do a full body sketch while at the same time one of you could concentrate on her budding breasts.” He tapped Chris on the shoulder. “You seem to have quite an interest in the normally hidden area between her legs. Perhaps you would like to preserve that in oils for all to see. The choice is yours. You will not be graded on what part of Miss Spring you decide to paint, but rather on how well you paint it.”

One of the boys raised a hand. “Yes,” Mr. Wolfskill said. “Do you have a question?”

“Are we allowed to paint her in a modern way?” the boy asked.

“Definitely not!” Mr. Wolfskill replied. “A stick figure with oranges for breasts and a banana for a pussy will receive a failing grade.” He approached the stage and used his pointer to indicate Summer. “Your job for the next year is to put that face and that body on canvas in a way that everyone will know it is a painting of Summer Spring.”

“Are we allowed to embellish at all?” Jessica asked.

“Be more specific,” Mr. Wolfskill insisted.

“Well, Summer herself is still a work in progress,” Jessica stated. “Her body is constantly changing as she grows. Take for example her breasts. By the end of the year they will probably be much bigger than they are today.”

Listening, Summer definitely hoped Jessica was correct.

“Your request has merit,” Mr. Wolfskill replied after some concentrated thought. “Your finished project will be compared to Summer as she looks in the spring of the year. Both embellishing and not embellishing could cost you to lose points. Proceed at your own risk, but if you care to enlarge the breasts or perhaps add pubic hair, you may do so.”

“Don't add any disgusting pubic hair!” Summer shouted. “I pluck it out every morning: I guarantee there will not be any come this spring or any spring.”

Mr. Wolfskill laughed. “Our model has spoken on that subject, no pubic hair.”

“Now, I intend to spend the next hour or so having Miss Spring get in all sorts of different positions in order to give you some ideas as to how you might want her posed in your painting. Be sure to take a screen shot whenever you see a pose that interests you. It's the only way we'll know in the future what you want recreated. Hands up, anyone that needs any help with the computer before I get started.”

Jessica just marveled at how brave Summer was. The entire time that Mr. Wolfskill had been talking, her new friend had sat totally naked on the stage, every eye in the room on her, and she looked totally at ease. Jessica had a new hero, and her name was Summer Spring.

Mr. Wolfskill started out with normal tame portrait shots. Summer turned her head this way and that, constantly smiling like a professional model would. Although he would never admit it, Mr. Wolfskill was quite impressed with Summer and how she handled being naked.

Next he had her sit in the center of the stage. He pushed a button and that portion of the stage rose up. He had Summer sit demurely, crossing her legs and covering her small, but unquestionably growing, breasts. Then he had her drop her arms, letting her breasts be exposed to the room.

Summer was having the time of her life. She even considered asking her dad if she could become a model, but then she realized that she only wanted to model nude and all nude models were over eighteen.

Next he had Summer sit on the edge of the raised area with one leg over the side and the other propped up. The boys were rapidly capturing screen shots as the girls stared in shock. “Okay, Miss Spring, be prepared, the stage is going to start to rotate.” Mr. Wolfskill said in warning.

Summer was starting to feel like a star – the lights, the moving stage, the eyes all focused on her. “Now I want you to lay on your stomach and get in the position you would be in to do push-ups,” Mr. Wolfskill instructed. “Please move your hands and feet as close to the edge of the raised area as you safely can. Okay, now get in the up position and hold it. Turn your head, look over your shoulder and smile.” While talking he had approached Chris's seat and was now massaging the young boy's shoulders.

Chris was so busy snapping screen shots that he hadn't even realized at first that the teacher had his hands on him. “Is that the view you want to capture in your painting?” Mr. Wolfskill asked suggestively.

The girls sat thunderstruck, most of them never before realizing the view that such a position presented. Every boy in the room was suffering a massive hard-on. Mr. Wolfskill had a massive stiffy, too. Not from Summer, of course, but from realizing the effect she was having on all his male students.

“Is there room for her to move her legs just a bit more apart?” Chris asked.

Summer didn't wait for her teacher to relay the message, but moved her feet a couple of inches to the very edge of the riser. Not satisfied, she lowered her chest slightly and raised her ass in the air as much as she possibly could. There were a few audible moans heard in the room, one coming from Chris.

Mr. Wolfskill squeezed Chris's shoulders and whispered in his ear. “If you need any help with your problem, I'm available after class.”

Although Summer didn't have a monitor available to her, she was able to catch glimpses of the show she was putting on from student monitors as the stage rotated. She hoped that the cameras were equipped with zoom lenses.

“Okay class, our model seems to have given Chris here a good idea of what position he would like to paint her in. Do any of the rest of you have a position you'd like to see Miss Spring assume? A number of hands shot in the air including a few girls. Needless to say, Summer was quite busy for the remainder of the class.

“You wouldn't believe my day,” Summer said excitedly as Lily slid in next to her on the bus. “Not only did I actually get to take PE nude, but I'm also posing naked for my art class the entire year.”

“Damn, you are a little slut aren't you,” Lily said, but she didn't seem displeased with Summer, but instead seemed happy for her friend.

“Are you coming over this afternoon?” Summer asked.

“You bet,” Lily replied. “Actually, if it's okay with you I think I'll get off at your stop. It will save me time and I can avoid all the 'how was school' questions.”

“Sure, but don't you want to change clothes before coming over?” Summer inquired.

“Do you realize how silly that is?” Lily stated. “I take them off as soon as I get to your house anyway.”

“I know, but your mom doesn't...” Summer warned.

“She does now,” Lily exclaimed. “I told her about everything last night. Well, not everything. I might have left out Chris and playing football naked on the beach, but I told her about you and your parents being naturists and about us getting naked to swim and play basketball.”
“How did she take it? Are we allowed to still be friends?” Summer asked worriedly.

“Surprisingly well,” Lily replied. “She doesn't think I should tell my dad just yet, but she seems okay with it. Of course she wants me to restrict it to just you and your parents and at your house. She'd lock me in my room and toss away the key if she knew about Saturday at the beach.”

“Then don't tell her about the pool party I'm having this Saturday,” Summer advised.

“Naked I assume and with a bunch of your little friends. Summer, I can't keep exposing myself to little seventh graders,” Lily argued.

“Lily, I love you, but you have to get down off that high horse of yours,” Summer insisted. “You're only a year older than my new friends and they're probably just as mature as your friends. They know up front that it is a no-clothes party and they are still coming. How many of your friends would do that? By the way, your boyfriend is invited, assuming he is mature enough to come to a naked swim party.”

Summer here. That was one helluva day. Getting to model in the nude in art class caught me totally by surprise. I hadn't even thought of adding that one to my bucket list and now I guess I won't have to.

Lots of little things happened at school this week, but nothing major so Neel thinks that to keep the story interesting and moving along, we should skip ahead to Saturday in the next chapter.

I finally get to fuck in chapter seven. I'm not sure if you've been eager for it to happen or not, but I sure as hell have. And believe me, my first time is different than most first times. Neel won't allow me to say more. He says I've already said too much. Luv ya. See you in chapter seven, titled “Doing the Nasty”.