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Subject: {ASSM} Good girls, bad boys 2: Chiaki's New Skirt {Don Gordon} (fm, exhib, voy, reluctant)
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Date: Mon,  4 Oct 2004 10:10:04 -0400
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Good girls, bad boys 2: Chiaki's New Skirt
By Don Gordon

The story so far: Chiaki Shiraishi had it all.  She was
smart, good-looking, athletic and popular.  Unfortunately,
in her two and a half years at P. K. Gakuen High School,
she'd made enemies.  Kazuhiko Nakayama had asked her out
countless times, but she'd always turned him down, and now
he was out for revenge.  On the advice of class computer
whiz Ryokichi Takano, Kazuhiko sent fellow Chiaki-hater
Aoi Kuroike to shoot a video of Chiaki in the girls'
shower room.  The next day, the two boys showed Chiaki the
tape, and blackmailed her into taking off the tights she
always seemed to wear.  At the end of the day, Kazuhiko
offered to buy her a new skirt.  Chiaki, worried about the
tape getting out, has so far been going along with
Kazuhiko's demands, but is wondering where this all may
lead.


The next morning, Chiaki put on her tights as usual, but
when she got to the train station, she went into the
washroom, and took them off again.  She felt so
self-conscious standing there with her legs uncovered. 
She felt even worse as she came out of the washroom, and
felt the wind blowing directly on her bare legs.  As she
walked along, she had to hold her skirt down at the front
to keep it from blowing up.

On her way to school, a few boys wolf whistled as she
walked by.  She was used to the attention, but today, she
found it deeply unsettling.  She kept pulling her skirt
down trying to cover her legs, but it would only go part
way down her thigh.  She felt horribly exposed.

In the front entrance hall, she opened her shoe locker to
take out the shoes she wore indoors.  Sitting on top was a
shopping bag from Furano clothiers, the store where they
all bought their school uniforms.  She looked inside, and
there was a navy blue pleated skirt much like the one she
was wearing.  'Oh that's right.  Kazuhiko had said that he
was going to buy me a skirt.  This must be it.'  She also
found a note.

'Dropped by Furano yesterday after school, and luckily
they had something in just your size.  I tried to get
something conservative to match the rest of your wardrobe.
 Hope you like it.  Love, Kazuhiko.  P.S. I do hope that
you'll wear it to class today.'

She looked around, but there was no sign of Kazuhiko.  She
put on her indoor shoes, and then went to the girls change
room by the gym to have a better look at the skirt.  At
first glance, it seemed normal enough, and had the Furano
label and everything.  Perhaps Kazuhiko felt badly about
making her walk around with no tights, and wanted to make
it up to her.  She slipped out of her old skirt, and then
put on the new one.  It fit well around the waist, but
seemed terribly short.  She went to the mirror, and looked
at herself.  Her eyes widened again as she realized how
high it went up her creamy white thighs.  She raised her
arm, and the skirt hem came up with it, revealing a little
triangle of her white cotton panties.  Oh, I can't wear
these.  It'd be too embarrassing.

She started to undo the zipper, but then she thought
again.  Oh, Kazuhiko can't expect me to walk around like
this, can he?  I'll just give the skirt back to him, and
ask him to return it.  The more she thought about it
though, the more she realized Kazuhiko would never accept
that.  If she refused to wear his gift, he would probably
tell Ryokichi to put that horribly embarrassing video of
her up on his web site.  She zippered the skirt back up,
and looked at it again.  She tried to pull it down as far
as it would go, but no matter what she did, she still felt
indecent.  She heard the jangle of keys, and then Ms.
Sakuragi, her swimming teacher, came through.

"Oh, Chiaki, you'd better hurry up, or you'll be late for
home room."

Chiaki's heart was pounding, but Ms. Sakuragi looked at
her like there was nothing wrong at all.  She didn't seem
to notice how short the skirt was.  A lot of girls are
wearing the skirts shorter lately.  Perhaps it would be
all right.  But anyway, Chiaki had to find a way to
convince Kazuhiko to let her go back to her normal clothes
as soon as possible.  She gathered up her things, and ran
off to class.

When she walked into the class, and sat down, she heard
some boys whispering at the back.

"Whoa, check out Chiaki today.  I just caught a glimpse of
her panties as she glided by.  Yeah baby, show me more."

Chiaki looked down at her skirt.  She had to hold it in
place, and keep her legs tightly closed just to keep
people from seeing.  This might be more difficult than
she'd thought.  From his seat right behind her, Kazuhiko
leaned forward, and said,

"Here stand up.  I didn't get a good look."

She just sat there, blushing trying to ignore him.

"C'mon, I bought the thing for you.  Aren't you even going
to say thank you?"

She continued to ignore him, and stared down at her desk. 
When class started, she glanced back at him briefly, and
he looked pretty pissed off.  'Maybe I should have stood
up and showed him,' she thought.

First period went by smoothly, and then the bell rang, and
their homeroom teacher left.  Soon enough Mr. Tazaki,
their second period teacher, came in, and started
teaching.  About ten minutes in, when Mr. Tazaki turned
his back to write something on the board, a note came
floating over her shoulder, and landed on her desk.  It
was from Kazuhiko.

It read 'Ryokichi and I were looking at the video again
last night.  He was saying he knows some adult video
production companies that might want to buy it.  Have you
ever considered a career as an actress?'

What's that supposed to mean?  A few minutes later,
another note came tumbling forward.  It read:

'I told him though that that might be going a bit far. 
Maybe we could just have a small private screening for the
boys in our class.  Or if you want me to tell him to
forget it, all you have to do is take off your panties
within the next ten minutes, and hand them to me.  Your
call.'

What?  Take off my panties?  She looked back in horror at
Kazuhiko, but he just grimly pointed at his watch.  Oh,
this is crazy.  I can't take off my panties in class.  I'd
better just tell him that we'll talk about it later after
class.

Suddenly, an envelope came fluttering forward.  Inside,
there was a picture and another note.  The picture was a
capture from the video.  Chiaki was standing there nude in
the shower rubbing soap on her breasts with this faint
smile on her lips.  'Oh, god, this is horrible.  I can't
let people see these.'  Chiaki fearfully picked up the
note.  All it said was '7 minutes and counting.'

Chiaki just looked at the picture in despair.  'My life is
over.  I can't have him showing this picture around. 
People will think I'm some kind of nymphomaniac.  What am
I going to do now?'

It was all very easy for Kazuhiko to ask her to take off
her panties during class, but it would just be so
unbelievably embarrassing to actually do it.  Up until
now, Chiaki had always been a model of modesty and
feminine virtue, and now to have to do this.

While Chiaki wavered, suddenly Kazuhiko started coughing
loudly.  People started looking over at him.  It was clear
he wasn't pleased.  'If I don't go through with this, who
knows what he might do,' Chiaki fretted.  Rie, Chiaki's
best friend, was studiously facing the board, taking
notes.

Seeing no other choice, Chiaki quietly lowered her hands
under the desk.  Mr. Tazaki was writing something on the
board.  If she didn't seize this chance while no one was
watching her, she may never get another.  She slipped her
hands up under the hem of her skirt.  As she grabbed the
waistband of her panties, the skirt flipped up exposing
her undies to the full light of the class.  She looked
down in her horror at the white cotton hugging tightly her
most private place.  The boys sitting on either side of
her were fidgeting a bit, but luckily their eyes were
still on the board.  She could feel Kazuhiko's breath on
the back of her neck.  Chiaki's cheeks had turned bright
red with embarrassment.

Mr. Tazaki was still facing the board, but if she didn't
hurry up, she'd end up with her panties only part way down
and that would be even worse than having them safely out
of sight.  She quickly lifted her bum off the seat, and
pushed her panties down to her knees.  Quickly, she
straightened her skirt which was hovering precariously
right over her most private place.  However, when she sat
back down the cheeks of her bum stuck to the cold metal of
her seat, making her all the more aware that she was now
bottomless.

Chiaki had managed to avoid flashing her naked pussy to
the class, but now not just her creamy white thighs, but
also the white cotton panties that hung around her knees
were visible to the class.  Even before, boys had been
sneaking glances at Chiaki's bare legs, and already one or
two of them had apparently noticed her panties.  Could it
be that pure innocent Satomi, the idol of virtually the
whole school, was shedding her panties in the middle of
class?  The scene was just too much.  Several boys gulped,
and stared in utter wonder.  Chiaki could feel their gaze,
and holding down her skirt with one hand, she bent
forward, and reached for her panties with the other.

"There we go.  Is everyone with me so far?" Tazaki, who
had finished writing, turned and asked.  Chiaki who'd
finally got a hold of the panties froze in shock.

"What's wrong, Ms. Shiraishi?  Don't you feel well?" Mr.
Tazaki asked with genuine concern.  From his standpoint,
it looked like she had her head down on her desk.

"I'm OK.  I was just fixing my socks," she quickly
explained.

Hurriedly, she let go of her panties, and sat straight
back up.  She didn't want him to think anything suspicious
was going on, so she gave him a weak smile.  However,
beneath that smiling face, her panties were still wrapped
around her knees.  The boys who could see this started
sniggering as she tried not to show her humiliation at
being in such an embarrassing situation.

For the next five minutes, textbook in hand, Tazaki
proceeded to lecture.  With Tazaki facing the class, and
occasionally peering over at Chiaki, there was nothing she
could do about the panties wrapped around her knees. 
Having nothing on under her skirt was bad enough.  Sitting
there with her panties in full view was almost more than
she could bear.  Blushing bright red, she did her best to
pretend that she was following along in the textbook. 
Even her classmates who couldn't see her panties started
to notice her blushing, and wondered what was going on.

While she was sitting there, another photo came drifting
over her shoulder.  It was her in the shower again, this
time with her hand between her legs.  If one didn't know
better, one might think she was masturbating.  Chiaki
quickly hid it in her desk.  Then a note.

"Two minutes and counting.  I have quite a few copies of
this particular photo.  Perhaps we could pass them out to
the whole class."

Kazuhiko was standing by his ten-minute limit.  'But I
can't take my panties off like this.  Mr. Tazaki, hurry
up, and write something on the board.'  Chiaki was in a
panic.

"OK, now, let's see if you can handle a sample question." 
Tazaki stood up, and started writing on the board again. 
He's only going to write one problem.  That left her
almost no time at all.  Chiaki quickly leaned down grabbed
her panties, and pulled them down to her slender young
ankles.  However, she was in such a hurry, they got
tangled up around her socks and shoes.  If she used both
hands, she could pull them free, but her left hand was
holding her ludicrously short mini skirt over her pussy. 
She couldn't move it without exposing what was beneath. 
With her free hand, she pulled as hard as she could, but
that just seemed to tangle them more.

Tazaki, who'd just about finished writing, but was still
facing the board, spoke.

"OK, for this problem, Ms. Shiraishi, could you come up,
and solve it for us?"

They'd been going around the class, and sure enough it was
Chiaki's turn.  All the boys in the class perked up at the
thought of getting a closer look at why Chiaki' was
blushing so much.

"Yes," Chiaki cried out.  She sat up like a shot before
Tazaki could turn around.  Her panties were still tangled
awkwardly around her ankles.  She couldn't go up like
this.

"Uh, just a minute."

Smiling as best she could, she frantically shook her
ankles in an effort to get the panties to fall off.

"What's the matter, Chiaki?  Do you have to go to the
washroom?" Kazuhiko quipped.  Everyone laughed.  Almost
the whole class had spotted the panties by now except
Tazaki.  Even while they laughed, the boys were all
leering at Chiaki's legs.  'How does it feel to be in
class with no underwear on?  There's lots more in store,
so don't worry,' Kazuhiko revelled in his own warped plan.
 Poor Chiaki's blush had crept all the way down the back
of her neck.

A half a minute later, Chiaki finally got her feet out of
her panties.  Still there was no way that she could pick
them up, and put them in her desk with everyone looking
on.  Glancing down at them nervously, she stood up, and
walked to the board.  With no underwear on, her skirt felt
even shorter.  Then, she looked up at the problem on the
blackboard.

The question was up at the very top.  Even worse, all the
rest of the board was filled except for a small blank
space right at the top.  She had no choice but to write
her answer there.  Tazaki must have seen her come in, in
this short skirt, and planned it this way.  She'd been so
wrapped up in getting her panties off that she hadn't even
noticed till now.

Chiaki glanced over at Tazaki who seemed quite pleased
with himself.  She had always rather liked Tazaki.  He was
young and handsome, and called on her often.  Chiaki had
always thought he favored her because she was smart.  Why
had he done this to her?  Perhaps he'd noticed her look of
helplessness and embarrassment, and wanted to see what it
was all about.  How could he be so cruel?

"Hey, looks like someone dropped something."  Chiaki
turned to see Kazuhiko who was now holding Chiaki's
panties up in the air for all to see.

"They're still warm, so whoever they belong to must have
just taken them off," he went on waving them around. 
Chiaki's whole body quaked in shame.  'How could he wave
them around like that in front of everyone?  It's so
cruel.'

Suddenly, the class broke out into an uproar.

"Hey, which one of you girls shed your panties in class?"

"OK girls, lift up your skirts, and show us," one boy
joked.

The other boys laughed, but soon everyone was looking at
Chiaki.

"It wasn't me!" she protested.

To be continued

Don Gordon
My web page:
/~DonGordon/
My ftp site:
/files/Authors/DonGordon

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