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Naked Girl at Darwin High
by Surrenderthepink (no address provided)

***

Bree cheats on an exam and must spend a day naked in 
school. She is prepared for this ordeal by a boy who is, 
like her, a virgin. (MF-teens, underage, reluc, 1st, 
exh, rom)

***

At 7AM the girl trudged nervously toward the locked 
doors of Darwin High. A boy was already there, hunched 
in his jacket against the cold. She didn't know him, but 
he had to be the one. He smiled as she approached, but 
by the time she found the courage to return it, his eyes 
were already flicking down her body, checking her out 
the way boys do. She knew he was imagining her naked. 
Soon she would be.

Principal Trefthen must have been watching, for suddenly 
the doors swung open. "Come in, swipe your cards, and 
follow me."

They were in the nursing station, tile and chrome and 
stainless steel. Along one wall was a padded examination 
table complete with stirrups, newly covered in white 
paper. Through an open door she could see a recovery 
bed. A closed door, she knew, led to a bathroom. She 
shivered.

"Travis, this is Bree, Bree, Travis. Travis, as we 
discussed yesterday, you will be with Bree every moment 
today. You are to see that she shows herself completely 
to anyone who cares to look, and that she allows photos 
and moderate touching, while at the same time you must 
guard her against sexual attack. 

"I've prepared a folder for you. It shows what class 
you'll be visiting at any given time. It also lists a 
number of things Travis needs to do to you, Bree, to 
prepare you before you go out nude into our school 
hallways. I will leave you now and place a 'Do Not 
Disturb' sign on the door. If you lock it, you will not 
be bothered, the nurse is off today. You'll have over an 
hour to make your um, mutual acquaintance. I'll return 
at 8:30 for one last check before you start your 
punishment day."

He left, and Travis locked the door.

They nervously faced each other about a foot apart. She 
spoke first. 

"I've never undressed in front of a boy before."

"And I've never seen a naked girl."

So, she thought, he must be a virgin, too.

"After I'm...bare, are we going to, like, do it?" 

"You know the answer to that. You and your parents both 
signed off on it yesterday."

"Yes, I know you have the right. But we don't HAVE to do 
it. I was going to wait until college, or when I fell in 
love. I could give you money, or my father will. But I 
know boys have needs. You can still examine me naked, 
and then I'll be real nice to you, do whatever you say, 
except for that." She was looking at his belt buckle and 
blushing.

"No, we're going to do it. I suppose you had your 
contraceptive shot?"

"Oh, yes, beginning of every semester. Girls can't enter 
Darwin unless they do." 

"I want to read this folder before you undress." He sat 
down and opened it.

Oddly, she felt relieved now that it was settled. He 
wasn't a bad looking guy and it was nice of him to not 
make her strip right away, but in a way it was exciting 
to think about doing it, especially the part she thought 
about last night in bed, where she was down to only her 
panties and the boy was slowly lowering them. And yes, 
she was curious. She wondered what it felt like to have 
a penis stuffed inside, filling you up, and if the first 
time hurt. Everybody said sex was really great, but 
maybe not the first time. Down below she felt a tiny 
worm of desire.

"Travis, what's our first stop?"

"It says 'Sixth Grade Co-ed Sex Ed." We'll have to cross 
the street to Wallace Elementary."

"But I'll be naked! Cars will be honking, kids will see 
me through the classroom windows. I'll be totally 
exposed, humiliated!"

"I think that's Principal Trefthen's idea, actually."

"They want me to model? Let sixth grade boys examine 
me?"

Travis just nodded and went back to reading. She started 
thinking about her own sixth grade sex ed, only a few 
years ago, but entirely a different time. It was for 
girls only, and a lot of it was about hygiene and your 
period and stuff. A lot of them already knew about all 
of that.

Suddenly she had a totally horrid thought. What if the 
sixth grade teacher at Wallace handed her a tampon 
applicator and told her to show them all how to use it? 
All the girls would be grossed out. The boys would crowd 
around smirking as she inserted it and removed the 
applicator. Then they'd all see the string hanging down 
and of course sooner or later some boy couldn't resist 
tugging it out! And he'd like smell it and hand it 
around and some of the boys would poke it at the girls.

But now she was thinking again about her old sex-ed 
class. Mrs. Rengstorff was a good teacher, very popular, 
and pretty soon they were talking frankly about more 
exciting things than their periods. A girl asked how big 
a penis was, and Rengstorff said that boys would say 
"six inches" but that actual measurements had shown 
(they were all laughing now) that the average was about 
five and a half.

"And if you don't know what six inches is, it's about 
the length of a dollar bill."

So naturally Marcie Smith, the class clown, pulled out a 
dollar from her purse and started pretending to kiss it 
and lick it, and then she rolled it up into a tube and 
stuck it in her mouth. We were all giggling, which Mrs. 
Rengstorff allowed to go on for a while because we were 
all so tense. Then another girl asked a question.

"How often to married people do it?"

"Oh, I'd say about twice a week." Our eyes got big.

"So, about a hundred times a year?"

"Yes, but more the first year," Mrs. Rengstorff said, 
quietly and unapologetically. Then another girl spoke 
up, hesitantly.

"So, in ten years, that would be 1,000?" 

"Yes, that seems about right."

Mrs. Rengstorff appeared to be in her mid-thirties and 
might well have been married ten years. There was a 
shocked silence.

So, you'd never know it to look at her, but she'd had a 
man's prick inside her 1,000 times! And that meant that 
everybody's parents, my parents even...We all thought 
sex was about making babies. Well, my parents made me 
and my kid brother, that's twice, and the rest 
was...just for fun! We just couldn't believe it. We 
talked about it for weeks. Who knew our parents were so 
horny, that adults were like, always doing it!

And that meant that today, her first time, was just the 
first in a long line, and realistically, from what she'd 
read, statistically, there would be a few different men 
in her life before she settled down, different men with 
different sized cocks and techniques. Today was special 
and she'd never forget it, but ...just the beginning. 

She shifted uncomfortably and swallowed hard. She was 
beginning to wonder when Travis was going to do 
something. Maybe he wanted her to start off by doing 
something naughty. She could smile at him and take his 
hand and put it on a tit, or what the heck, right down 
below, encouraging him to slip a finger right inside her 
panties.

He was done reading. He looked a bit puzzled as he put 
the folder aside and stood up, facing her. She reached 
up for the zipper of her jacket. He quickly spoke.

"You don't have to take anything off right now. Tell me 
what you did wrong."

"Oh, I'm taking second semester calc, and I'm at sea. 
Derivatives last semester I sort of understood, but 
integrals have me stumped. I just want to pass. So we 
had this test and I copied one answer from this genius 
nerd boy next to me. My luck! He made a transcription 
error, and so I did the exact same thing. When Smathers 
caught this while grading, he checked the surveillance 
video, and I was dead. You know the rest, how my parents 
had to come down and we hammered out my punishment."

"Wasn't there any alternative?"

"There's always an alternative. Cheating on an exam is 
now a felony, did you know that? Trefthen said if I 
didn't go through with this, he'd have me arrested. And 
it's certain I'd be convicted. I'd carry that the rest 
of my life, it would ruin me."

"Still, we negotiated it down from Treften's original 
demand, which was one week of complete nudity followed 
by one week where my only garment would be a skirt. Of 
course any boy would have the right to flip it up to 
make sure I wasn't wearing undies! So I'm nude today 
only. But he wouldn't budge on the photos and videos."

"So you'll be naked, viral?"

"Yes, but they're not supposed to use my name."

"But wouldn't people know?"

"Sure around here, but if I go off to college a long way 
away, I mean, there's jillions of nude pictures out 
there..."

There was a short tense silence. Travis was looking at 
her chest.

"Please have a seat in this chair, close your eyes, and 
tilt your head back."

So, she thought, they were going to start by kissing. 
That would be nice. She'd kissed boys before and it was 
embarrassing how wet she'd gotten, not that they ever 
knew. If he got her good and wet, maybe her first time 
wouldn't hurt so much. Maybe he'd even slip her a little 
tongue ...she'd have to let him...and maybe give him a 
little back, too. 

Maybe while they were doing that he'd put his hands 
right on her chest, searching for a pair of hard nubbins 
through four layers of clothing. 

Or he might even get real bold, slip a hand inside the 
waistband of her pants or even inside her panties and 
slide one rigid finger right down her slit, probing for 
moisture like a blind mole. And he'd find it, too. She 
was getting wet just thinking about it as she seated 
herself, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes. She 
unzipped her jacket as unobtrusively as she could. Three 
layers now. She waited for the feel of his lips and his 
intimate bold touch.

But she never felt his lips at all. Instead, there was a 
slight click and a faint smell of alcohol. Something was 
making a single stroke downward above her right eyebrow. 
By the time he moved the marker to her left and made a 
"C" and a squat "H" she figured out what was coming. She 
followed every letter.

So now she was going to have to walk around school all 
day naked, everybody staring at her breasts, butt, and 
pussy, with "I Cheated" in Magic Marker across her 
forehead. Of course the boys wouldn't be looking at her 
face. But maybe Travis was going to write more stuff, 
humiliating stuff. Like "It Goes in Here" across her 
belly with an arrow pointing down, or "I Like it Here, 
Too" across her butt. She began to cry.

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't. This is in the folder, I have to follow it. 
Trefthen wants to make you an example. But I won't write 
anything more on your body."

He waited patiently until she stopped crying and looked 
inquiringly up at him. It was then that he did lean 
forward and place his lips firmly against hers, at the 
same time sliding his hands boldly beneath the hem of 
her sweater, pushing it up to her neck and caressing her 
breasts lightly through two layers. And now he was 
quickly unbuttoning her blouse and setting the halves 
aside, then pushing her cami down, drawing her breasts 
into his palms, lifting them out and feeling her nipples 
stiffen in his fingers. Zero layers, fifteen seconds.

And now she could feel his insistent tongue pressing 
against her lips, silently demanding entry, and as her 
right nipple slipped between his thumb and forefinger, 
she gasped and opened her mouth, and their tongues met 
hotly.

Something was happening down below. Something deep 
inside her was doing a flip-flop. Was it her uterus 
contracting, blindly trying to draw the sperm which 
hadn't yet been deposited deeper into her body? She was 
soaking wet. Soon Travis would pull her panties down, 
drag them right off, and hold them to his nose. They'd 
be damp and he'd smell how hot she was. What would he 
think of her then?

Travis suddenly broke off the kiss and stood back, 
awkwardly covering his crotch with one hand, being a 
nice guy. Nice was not what she wanted.

"Topless, quickly."

She stood up, dropped her gaze, and removed her jacket, 
sweater, blouse, and cami. She didn't cover herself but 
she couldn't look at him. She wondered if her breasts 
were big enough to please him. In the locker room, it 
seemed she was about average. Of course they were still 
growing. They fitted her torso nicely. Her nipples had 
instantly hardened when he touched them. That should 
make him happy.

"What's that last thing you took off called?

"Oh, it's a cami, lots of girls wear them if they aren't 
too big. They're more comfortable than a bra."

"Why don't you hop from one foot to another?"

She giggled as they bounced.

"And now a little dance step, left two steps then 
right... and now lean forward."

Gravity placed them in his hands.

"So soft, I... Now straighten up. Look me in the eyes as 
I play with them."

She liked the way he was giving her orders.

He placed the palms of his hands against her pink 
nipples, rubbing them softly. They were totally stiff 
now. Even her aureoles were tightening. She knew he 
could see desire in her eyes. Her face was blazing.

A moment later her left nipple was in his mouth. His 
hands had dropped below her waist and he was pressing on 
her butt, bringing her into him. She could feel he was 
happy to see her. Soon it would be inside her. He was 
being a little too rough with her nipple.

"Travis, are you an equal opportunity nipple sucker?"

As he switched nipples, he was laughing too hard to hurt 
her. Or maybe he just had given up on the idea of 
getting milk. He let her loose and stepped back.

"Pull down your pants." His voice was urgent, 
compelling.

Desire overcame shyness. She rapidly popped them open 
and pulled them down to her ankles, aware that her 
breasts were bouncing as she bent. Only one item left. 
He wanted to do that himself. She straightened up and 
came close. His hands hooked into the waistband of her 
panties. He knelt down, close to her mound. Moisture had 
made her panties translucent, and he could clearly see 
the camel toe of her lips pressing eagerly against the 
sheer fabric. He could smell her excitement. 

Very slowly he drew her panties down to her ankles. She 
kept her legs pressed tightly together, so all he could 
see was the inverted triangle of soft brown hair above 
the tiny top of her bare slit. She sat down and took off 
her shoes and socks and slipped her pants and panties 
off her feet. She leaned back, took a deep breath, and 
opened her legs.

She remembered how he'd checked her out at the door. She 
wondered if, when boys did that, they always imagined 
that the girl was all bare. Now she was.

Tentatively he reached forward and ran his fingers from 
top to bottom, feeling her wetness and knowing what it 
meant. She was showing a bit of pink as her inners 
parted softly, but he wanted to see even more He wanted 
to press on her hood and see her swelling clitoris pop 
out. He wanted to examine the entrance to her vagina and 
even feel the small bump of her pee hole. He was about 
to put her up on the gyno table and slide a finger deep 
inside when she spoke up.

"Travis, I have to go to the bathroom."

The room was chilly. The heat had been turned off 
overnight and was just coming back on now. Her pink 
nipples weren't standing out just because Travis had 
sucked and licked them.

He nodded and she made her way to the bathroom door, his 
footsteps right behind her. She knew he was looking at 
her butt as it swayed gently from side to side. Then his 
hand was on it, and one finger was dangerously close...

"You aren't coming in with me!"

"Oh, yes, you heard what Trefthen said, I'm never to 
leave your side. Besides, I've never seen a girl peeing. 
It will be very educational, and if it embarrasses you, 
well, that's the point, isn't it?"

She could hardly pretend to change her mind. She really 
had to go, and waiting would only make things worse. She 
walked slowly towards the toilet. He removed his hand 
from her butt.

"Sit down, don't start yet, lean back and spread your 
legs real wide. Tell me what you're going to do."

"I need to pee."

"How bad?" he said, teasingly.

"Real bad."

He was on his knees now. Spreading her legs made her 
outer lips disappear and her inners spread apart. He 
could see where they came together at the top, forming a 
pretty pink hood. He knew what must lie beneath it. He 
couldn't see her pee-hole or the exciting part beneath.

"Ok, let err rip!"

Her strong stream made an embarrassing noise as it 
splattered into the water below. Nobody had seen her pee 
since she was 3. A strong scent of urine filled the air. 
Gradually the stream slowed to a trickle and dribbled to 
a finish. 

Bree automatically reached for several squares of toilet 
paper and then froze. She didn't want Travis to see her 
wiping herself.

"Shall I do it for you?" Travis was laughing. She didn't 
answer, just bowed her head and wiped. Her face was 
crimson.

"Stand up, I need to pee too. I want you to help me."

"Unzipping?"

"No, just pull them down."

She couldn't believe she was kneeling naked in front of 
a boy, pulling his pants down, looking at the bulge in 
his shorts, and then somehow getting the waistband up 
and over the tip, pulling down once again, and there it 
was.

Somehow, she didn't know how, she sort of knew what a 
penis looked like, but not an erect one. It was 
circumcised, clean looking, pink, with veins. It was 
exciting to look at, mesmerizing.

He was taking off the rest of his clothes now. He had 
some muscles. He looked good.

He seated himself on the toilet like a girl, pointing 
towards the heavens.

"Boys can pee when they're like that?"

"Yes. But not usually on the ceiling." They started 
laughing. "Take it in your hand at the base."

It was amazing. The skin was so soft, yet underneath 
there was incredible hardness. She remembered as a girl, 
hearing two boys talk about getting a boner, thinking 
boys must have a penis bone. She knew now there wasn't a 
bone, but it felt like that. She imagined how it would 
feel deep inside her, pressing against her walls, 
stuffing her full, reaching all the way to her cervix.

"Now lever it down between my legs and hold it real 
tight."

She could actually feel a slight vibration as the pee 
ran down inside his shaft and spurted into the bowl. It 
felt like it was fighting her, eager to rise up. When he 
was finished, she took a single square of paper and 
gently swabbed the reddened tip. Tit for tat!

In an instant he was standing up and pressing her to 
him. He was actually a couple of inches shorter than 
she, and so his rigid penis fit very nicely against her 
lower lips. He was trying to push in. She spread herself 
wide to assist.

Now her right nipple was in his mouth and a single 
finger of his right hand had slipped between her 
buttocks and was now resting at her entrance. Her body 
told him she was ready.

"Travis, it's better if we lie down. There's a bed next 
door. Please be nice, take it slow, don't hurt me."

Lying down on her back on the recovery bed, he didn't 
have to tell her what to do. She raised and spread her 
legs. She was smiling shyly.

"I don't know exactly where to put it. You can guide me 
in."

He climbed on top resting, on his elbows. She grasped 
him and soon something like a big thumb was pressing 
against her. Her inner labia gripped him momentarily 
before parting, and now he was in, and she could feel 
his fatness filling her up. There was a single sharp 
pain which disappeared as her excitement increased. He 
was all the way in now, sliding along on her natural 
lube, pumping furiously. She closed her eyes to 
concentrate on the exquisite sensation of a rigid cock 
pressing against her vaginal walls. She slid one hand 
down between her legs and rubbed her clit, moaning.

Briefly she opened her eyes and saw his butt muscles 
contracting as he rode her. At the same time he opened 
his eyes and smiled at her. His eyes lowered and she 
realized he was watching her breasts bounce with each 
thrust. Then he closed his eyes again and stopped 
thinking, just experiencing the sheer unbelievable 
pleasure of his first fuck. He hadn't known that vaginas 
were so wet, so very warm, so inviting.

In less than a minute he stiffened and she felt him 
cumming inside. She was strumming her hood, but was 
pretty sure she wasn't going to make it.

She didn't want him to withdraw, but he did. Already he 
was getting smaller. 

She thought sex usually took quite a bit longer. What 
had they said in sex-ed class, something like 5 to 10 
minutes or more? If Travis had had a little more 
experience, he would have seen to it that she came 
first.

"Did you come?"

"No, but it was still great!"

"It will be better next time. I was too eager. I'll make 
sure you come next time."

"Next time?"

"Yes, or course we'll be doing this again when I 
recover, if not before 8:30 then at the end of the day."

She couldn't help but smile, even as she blushed. 

Travis got off the bed and walked into the other room to 
get the folder. She got another nice look at his butt. 
It was the second nicest part of his body. When he came 
back, his cock looked entirely differently, meekly 
hanging inoffensively, as if in shame at what it had 
just done. 

"What are you going to do to me next?"

His eyes were sparkling. "Let's shower together!"

After they were both wet, he wanted to watch her soap 
herself up. She decided to tease him by turning her back 
but of course that just gave him a chance to look at her 
bare butt and slip a soapy finger gently against her 
poop hole. He told her to spread her legs real wide. He 
reached between her legs from behind with a slippery bar 
of soap and slid it up and down her slit. 

He found her hood and pressed the soap directly on top, 
letting it squeeze against her engorged clitoris. She 
adjusted her position slightly until it felt just right, 
and began to moan as she rode his hand to orgasm. He 
kept is hand in place and curled his other arm around 
her waist, holding her tightly as she bucked and 
trembled and called out.

Afterwards he soaped her mound and breasts. He even did 
her feet. That was very nice but literally 
anticlimactic.

"Travis, I... feel so good! I never knew... how good it 
feels. No wonder people do this all the time, oh, God, 
yes, let's do this again today, if I know we're going to 
do this again at the end of the day, I won't mind 
showing myself off. Oh, no, will people know what we 
just did? Am I showing anything, anything running down, 
is my clit too big?"

"Yes, we'll do it again, Bree. And I want you up on the 
gyno table anyway, so I'll look for signs and clean you 
up if necessary."

Given what they'd just done, Bree thought, she shouldn't 
feel shy about spreading herself open on the table, but 
the stirrups were still sort of scary. At least they 
didn't have straps on them, so if she panicked she could 
always pull her feet out and close her legs, though in 
that case he'd still see her bare slit. She got up on 
the table and assumed a woman's most embarrassing 
position.

Travis was very gentle, but thorough. He wiped up some 
soap that hadn't come off. A little natural lube was 
still leaking from her vagina, but he got it all. He 
very gently pushed up and back on her hood, exposing the 
bud of her clitoris to his avid view. It didn't seem 
overly large to him, but he had no way to compare it. He 
leaned forward and kissed it extremely tenderly and gave 
it a single lick.

"No, don't... it's too sensitive right now." He nodded 
and went away. She wasn't sure if she should get back 
down.

When he came back he had a can of shaving cream in his 
left hand and a bowl of warm water with a washcloth in 
his right. Disappointingly, he was wearing underpants.

"The instructions say I need to shave you." 

The warm water felt good. The cream went on smoothly. He 
shaved her with even precise strokes. Near the finish, 
he had to take her outer lips between his fingers and 
turn them this way and that. When he was done he kissed 
her high, just at the spot where her slit began. She 
shivered and smiled. She ran her fingers down. She 
looked just like a little girl, except that her bare 
lips were all puffed up from the desire he had just 
provoked.

She got down. "Should I get dressed?"

"No, I think you need to stay naked, get used to it. We 
only have fifteen minutes before Trefthen comes back, 
anyway. He's going to want to see you, you know. I mean, 
he's old enough to be your father, but I've heard 
stories..."

"Um, yes, but... None of you boys know this, but he's 
seen all the girls of Darwin naked many times."

"What? How?"

"Well, you know about the contraceptive shot, which 
lasts only six months, and every girl has to get one at 
the beginning of each semester. Well, the school nurse 
gives the shots, but Trefthen is always there when she 
does, and he makes you take off all your clothes and 
pose for pictures beforehand. One front facing, one 
side, one rear, and then he has you spread your legs and 
touch your toes as she gives the shot, and he sneaks in 
a picture of your puss from the rear.

Of course, freshmen girls aren't told about this ahead, 
and I just about died of shame when he made me do it the 
first time. He told me it was absolutely mandatory, that 
the pictures were sent on to the Naked Teen Girls 
Picture Repository in D.C., where they were studying 
pubertal development of girl's breasts and genitalia. 
Supposedly there is a picture book coming out showing 
the prettiest ones."

"I bet he keeps a set for himself, though." Travis said. 
He walked away, looking distracted. He opened a drawer, 
and when he came back he had a couple of objects in his 
hand.

"What? No!!"

But Travis put the collar and leash on anyway. I had to 
be Treften's orders. There was a knock on the door.

Travis opened it as Bree tried to hide behind him. 
Trefthen looked at them coolly.

"Did you use the bed?"

"Yes, sir."

Trefthen went into the other room and lowered the outer 
sheet.

"I'll take care of it." He said quietly. Bree 
momentarily clutched herself. It was her blood.

Trefthen said he had to make sure she was OK. He made 
her get up on the padded table and inspected her, using 
his fingers and taking his time. Travis wanted to slug 
him.

"I see some evidence of recent sexual activity, but not 
signs of damage. Are you ready?" Bree nodded. She'd do 
anything to get off the table.

"OK, off you go."

She descended and Travis took hold of the leash. He 
tenderly whispered something kind in her ear and she 
began to cry.

Out the door and down the hall they went. Trefthen was 
staring at her bare butt as it cycled left and right. He 
held her discarded panties in his left hand, pressing 
against his nose.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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