Going to School Naked (new 4/24)

[neverdoubted]

As Callie treaded meekly into the studio where her teacher was waiting, her hip grazed the soft velour and made her shiver. Every nerve ending on her completely naked body was on high alert. And even the briefest sensation of cloth rubbing against her bare flesh made her nipples somehow grow even more stiff.

Because her "Intro to Art" class had little reason to venture beyond the desks in the instruction room, she had only been in the studio a couple of times. There were props and spare easels stacked against every wall and a diverse array of light-generating equipment. A circular stage in the middle of the room dominated the space.

Snapping out of her daze, she tried to focus on whatever Ms. Lejune was apparently telling her.

"-a juxtaposition of ignorance and knowledge. Innocence and prurience. Suppression and expression. Your figure speaks volumes, but what epic yarn are you hoarding for yourself?"

Callie blinked.

"...um...what?"

Deep in thought, Ms. Lejune tapped a finger to her lips.

"I think I know just the thing," she announced with a little too much zeal. Leaping into action, she disappeared behind a pile of antique furniture. When she returned, she was holding a strange pair of boots.

"Go-go boots," she explained, dropping them in front of Callie as she hurried past, "They should fit well enough. Put them on."

Callie had never heard of go-go boots. Made of a shiny black material, these unnatural obelisks were able to stand under their own power despite their impossible height. She still had no clue what was going on or why Ms. Lejune was giving these boots to her. But it was an encouraging development. And with students due to arrive any second, she couldn't afford to be picky. Starved for anything that would help her cover herself, she sat on the edge of the platform so she could put them on at once.

Wrestling her legs into the sockets, she zipped them closed and tried to get up. Flapping her arms for balance, she barely kept from tipping over forward the first time she rose to a standing position. The steep, four-inch heels kept her feet angled so that she was practically standing on her toes. And the soles were so thick that she felt like she was wearing stilts.

Afraid if she took even a single step in any direction she would fall flat on her face, she just stood and waited for her teacher to bring the rest of her blessed outfit. While she waited, she focused on just learning to stand upright without flailing. It took a different posture than she was used to. The unyielding boots caused her hips to be permanently thrust forward. And the only way she could find to counteract that shift in gravity was to throw her shoulders back as far as they would go.

The boots did hide her feet and calves, but stopped a little above her knees. She thought getting to wear something would give her confidence and make her feel better. But if anything, these boots only drew more attention to what she did not have on. Not only was she still utterly naked from head to thigh, but she was now also thrusting out her chest and her pelvis more than she liked. She wasn't sure how she was going to sit at her desk with these on and was terrified of walking around in them. But it was better than nothing.

Meanwhile, Ms. Lejune hadn't stopped moving. Struck by inspiration, the naturally creative woman had become a whirlwind of activity. After clearing the stage and placing a small, solitary, Corinthian column, about three feet tall, in the middle it, she had walked around adjusting some of the lighting. Somewhere along the way, she had also picked up a tin can which had been repurposed for mixing paints and been pouring in varying amounts of viscous chemicals.

Stirring the mixture with a flat, wooden stir stick, she came over to check on her still mostly naked volunteer who was wobbling where she stood like a newborn giraffe.

"Excellent," she proclaimed, as she sat down the tin can. Bending over, she tucked in the zippers and cinched the four decorative buckles on each of Callie's boots. Callie had to bite her lip to keep from giggling as a narrow band of down feathers around the top tickled her bare thighs. She didn't know how girls possibly walked around for an extended period of time without being driven crazy by them.

Finishing the last buckle, Ms. Lejune stood up. Sensing that she was about to get the rest of her outfit, Callie's hopes soared. But the woman just picked up the tin can and approached.

"I usually ask my figure studies subjects to come denuded. It's more...impactful that way,” she continued, “Lucky for you, I made this once purely by accident. Never seen a more effective formula for rapid depilation. Hold still."

Callie's eyes went wide as the crazy lady used the flat stick to scoop out a thick glob of scary, grey goo and moved it toward the apex of her thighs. Barely able to remain upright, much less move away, she could only stand there in shock as Ms. Lejune spread a healthy coating of the stuff between her legs.

"It can get a little stringent. But don't worry, it's not a problem as long as we remove it in time," her teacher explained confidently. Grabbing an old kitchen timer from a nearby shelf, she set it to ticking.

None of this made any sense to Callie. And everything was happening too fast! As if her already frayed nerves didn't need more to worry about, just then, the door to the classroom swung open. Every muscle in her body started trembling as she threw a nervous glance at the curtain. It was the only thing separating her from whomever had just entered.

"I'll be right there," Ms. Lejune called out. Then, holding her hand out to Callie, she said, "Come on, dear, let's get you in position."

"Ask her about the rest of your outfit, stupid!," her sensible side screamed.

But Callie resisted the urge. One of her rules for going to school naked was that she wasn't allowed to ask for clothes. And none had been provided so far other than these unusual boots. But that didn't mean she couldn't ask for clarification on other things.

"Um...what are we doing again," she asked, politely taking her teacher's hand, though she knew not why.

"Exactly what you volunteered for," Ms. Lejune answered with a hearty laugh, "You're going to be the figure studies subject for my Concurrent Education class."

Callie gulped when it finally occurred to her that there might not be any more to this outfit. Letting her teacher drag her onto the stage, and with her lungs unable to take more than short, ragged breaths, she stuttered out, "C-c-concurrent?"

"There aren't enough high school students to fill a 400 level Advanced Art class," replied Ms. Lejune, "So, we partnered with the community center's adult education program to offer a concurrent class. I was planning to have them paint a still life today, but this will be so much better!"

Once the girl was standing fully on the raised studio platform, Ms. Lejune let go of her hand. Abandoning her hyperventilating subject, she left to greet the arriving students. In shock, Callie shuffled slowly to the middle of the stage. Having the column there helped steady her physically. But emotionally, she was on the verge of a panic attack.

"What have you gotten yourself into?," her sensible side demanded to know.

She had temporarily forgotten about the strange goo between her legs. It had started out cold on her overheated pussy, it was now warming rapidly and starting to tingle. She didn't know if it was supposed to do that or not and couldn't remember what her teacher had said about it. But more concerning, she could now hear multiple voices on the other side of the curtain!

There were students and adults over there. Any second now, Ms. Lejune would pull back that curtain and reveal that the subject they would be painting today was a sixteen-year-old girl wearing nothing but a pair of go-go boots and a smile.

Callie groaned as a surge of arousal welled up within her. But just as the thrill she had been chasing all morning started to fill her trembling body with a glowing heat, the first period school bell broke though and brought her erotic fantasy crashing back to earth.

On the heels of it, the kitchen timer rang out a warning sound then clicked off. The only sound now was the increasing conversation in the other room and some faint music wafting around the edges of the curtain.

The goo was growing uncomfortably hot now and what had started out as a tingling was now a stinging sensation. Ms. Lejune was nowhere to be found. Callie scrunched her eyes and scanned around the room for something to wipe the goo off her.

"You don't have to go through with this," her conscience begged her, "Please, for your own sake, just run away!"

Gritting her teeth from the discomfort, she had to admit that no amount of excitement was worth this. Reason won out this time. Knowing she wouldn't make it very far in these boots, and with her panic growing by the second, she scrambled to get free of them. But she found the going difficult with her fingers trembling so. She had only loosened the first buckle when Ms. Lejune returned carrying a moist cloth.

"I-I don't think I can do this," Callie admitted, frantically.

"Oh sure you can," her teacher responded, "it's just first-time jitters, my muse. Just relax. You're a natural - I can tell!"

Stepping onto the platform, she gently swiped the cold cloth over the girl's stinging privates and removed the goo along with her pubic hair.

When she stood up and saw the look of sheer terror on Callie's face, she decided to make one more, last minute adjustment. Snatching a length of black, mostly sheer cloth that had been covering a nearby lampshade, she ordered Callie to hold still.

"Nothing like a little anonymity to bolster courage," she teased, as she wrapped the black shroud around the girl's head a couple times. Callie's vision dimmed, but she had no trouble breathing through the porous fabric.

After reclasping the buckle, Ms. Lejune stepped back to appraise her muse and proclaimed her to be "utterly magnificent." Stepping down from the platform, she called back, "We'll be starting momentarily. Don't go anywhere."

Callie opened her mouth to argue. But her protest morphed into a high-pitched groan as a cool breeze wafted over her hairless pussy. Whenever she shaved her legs, she usually trimmed up the edges of her pubic hair. But because her swimsuits were usually styled like shorts, even in the summer, she never felt the need to shave it completely off.

The sensation of being completely bald down there was a new one for her - at least since before she started puberty. And when her pussy muscles responded to the cool air with a powerful flex, she gasped and had to grab the column to steady herself.

Her last thought, as she heard the curtain being pulled back to unite the classroom and studio, was that these students were going to learn what her pubescent pussy looked like without hair before she did.

[perseus]

This chapter was great! I love the type of boots Callie is wearing, I love that it forces her to push out her assets . I'm very much looking forward to the next chapter!

[neverdoubted]

This chapter was great! I love the type of boots Callie is wearing, I love that it forces her to push out her assets . I'm very much looking forward to the next chapter!

Thank you! I've got the next two chapters written. Just looking for an excuse to post them.

[Freesub]

This chapter was great! I love the type of boots Callie is wearing, I love that it forces her to push out her assets . I'm very much looking forward to the next chapter!

Thank you! I've got the next two chapters written. Just looking for an excuse to post them.

I'm finally warming up to this story! Didn't quite gel with it at first, but I'm starting to come around....

[ElvenStrider]

Thank you! I've got the next two chapters written. Just looking for an excuse to post them.

as a forum mod... I want the next chapter. is this an excuse yet?

[neverdoubted]

Thank you! I've got the next two chapters written. Just looking for an excuse to post them.

as a forum mod... I want the next chapter. is this an excuse yet?

that clears. coming right up o7

[neverdoubted]

"Ladies and gentlemen," announced Ms. Lejune as a reverent hush fell over the chattering students, "with a special thanks to the Teacher's Aide Club, it is my pleasure to introduce our figure studies subject for the day. Before we being painting, let's take a moment to study her together. Please join me in the studio."

Callie thought she was going to die as the Advanced Art class - a mix of high school students and adults - crowded around to get a better look at their nude subject.

"You're naked. You're naked! YOU'RE NAKED!," her brain started screaming at her, "DON'T JUST STAND THERE. DO SOMETHING!!!"

But what could she do? Being placed on a pedestal in a strange room with nothing to wear except a cloth over your face and high heeled boots was not the type of thing a girl experiences everyday. It was so foreign and surreal to her that she was in a kind of shock.

She gripped the crown of the column tightly with one hand - the only thing that still felt real to her - and had to engage in a constant battle with her twitching other hand to keep it at her side.

Naked from neck to thigh with her most private parts thrust out prominently, only the shroud kept her identity hidden. But because it draped behind her shoulders and only hung to the small of her back, it added nothing in the way of modesty for her.

As if she weren't already under enough scrutiny, Callie heard Ms. Lejune flip a switch nearby. In addition to a whole new array of studio lights coming online, the platform began to slowly rotate. As heat bloomed in her loins, she cursed the countless lights all focused on the middle of the stage which did too good a job revealing every crack and crevasse on her virgin body. And with the platform in constant motion, there was no way everyone wasn't getting an intimate look from every angle.

Her brain begged her to at least release her hand so she could cover her bald pussy. She could literally feel it flexing and feared others could detect it too. How could they not? She was perched on her toes with her pelvis thrust out obscenely. It, along with every other inch of her naked body, was on full display. But though her hand twitched several times, she did not break her "no covering" rule.

"We will be starting with acrylics," the teacher instructed, "so when building your palette, in addition to the obvious black for her shoes and shroud, and white for the column, be sure to include plenty of flesh tones. And don't forget pinks for her nipples."

Callie didn't think she could blush any harder. But when Ms. Lejune pointed out her exposed nipples to the class, she felt the blushing heat spill down into her upper chest.

"Once you have a good list of colors in your head, grab a palette and start mixing. Derek, could you and Chad help me set up the easels?"

Callie's stomach dropped to the floor when the names of two students she recognized were uttered. Derek was a cute, soft-spoken boy with big pools for eyes that made her heart flutter whenever he looked at her. But Chad was one of the most obnoxious kids she had ever encountered. They had been best friends forever, but for the life of her, she never understood why Derek still hung out with that jerk.

If she had known they were in this class, she would have avoided it at all costs. But her knowledge of school schedules was mostly limited to her fellow Juniors and did not extend to Seniors. Chad was such a blabbermouth. If he figured out her identity, he would gladly spread the gossip about Callie Hennerson posing nude for his art class far and wide.

She could only hope they wouldn't be able to identify her by her body alone. It's not like either of the boys had ever seen her naked before. As she slowly spun around and saw the two working figures, she was thankful that the shroud kept her identity a secret.

It didn't even make sense why they were here! It's not like the Derek and Chad she knew were really into painting or anything. But then again, it wasn't uncommon for students to take extra electives to pad their grades before graduation. A class like Advanced Art would be an easy "A". After all, you can't grade such a product as good or bad. It's all in the eye of the beholder, right? Callie could imagine Chad taking advantage of that loophole and convincing his best friend to tag along.

There was another possibility. Maybe they were just two other people who happened to share the same names. Two people who actually belonged in an Advanced Art class and, ideally, had experienced nude models before.

But no matter how hard she squinted and strained, she couldn't identify either of them. She could tell they were setting up the easels as ordered, but the same shroud that kept her face obscured made it very difficult to make out anything clearly. Her nearsightedness wasn't helping things.

One by one, each artist - flesh-toned palette in hand - found an empty easel and sat down with a front-row seat to their naked subject.

The circular platform was custom-built - about eight feet across and eighteen inches off the ground. If the subject were a bowl of fruit or something abstract, it would be placed on a small table or propped up with braces. The motor inside would rotate the platform at a deliberate pace so artists could see their subject from every angle to paint it.

But what if the subject were a sixteen year old girl wearing nothing but a pair of go-go boots? What if it was Calliope Hennerson showing off her growing naked body for everyone's enjoyment?

The thought generated a surge of arousal that made Callie's cheeks bulge as she nearly let an inappropriate sound escape. Furrowing her brow and pressing her lips tightly, she just barely stifled the moan that was trying to come out. But she couldn't control the flexing muscles inside her pussy.

While the mostly naked girl, frozen in time, spun around and around endlessly, Ms. Lejune made her own slow circles around the outside of the group. She was offering advice for her students to follow; advice specific to critical details of Callie anatomy.

"Nice work, but you've placed her belly button far too high. Look closer as she comes around. Pay attention to the distances between her most prominent features. Her breasts, her navel, her labia. Those are your guiding stars. Make sure you place each stroke in relation to one of those features."

"...You've got the right skin tone, Loraine, but see the shadows cast by her breasts and between her thighs? You've gone much too dark with your mixture there and made it look like she has a skin condition! Just use the same blend you used for the rest of her body, but go easy on the white and you'll have the perfect shade."

"...excellent work on her nipples, Colleen! Everyone, if you need help getting the correct shade of her nipples, come see what Colleen has done."

Callie tried to tune it out. Closing her eyes, she withdrew into herself. But when that only brought more attention to her sexual urgency, she snapped her eyes open again.

Think of something else. Anything else!

But it was hard to change the channel in her mind when everywhere the platform turned her, another eager painter was staring at her every bared secret. Her senses were overstimulated. Occasionally, a waft of air would tickle her skin and remined her of her naked, bald pussy and exposed nipples. The tiny feathers encircling her legs would be disturbed and tickle her sensitive thighs. With more and more goosebumps forming, she had to work harder and harder to stifle an outburst of laughter.

Hearing the music softly wafting in from the other room, she focused all her attention on that instead of her physical state which was growing increasingly untenable. She was by no means an expert in classical music and couldn't possibly identify the concerto. But naming the classical composers she did know helped distract her a little bit from her simmering arousal.

Adjusting to being a nude figure studies model proved difficult. But it helped that the experience was so foreign to her. She could almost believe that she wasn't even at school. For all she knew, this sort of thing happened all the time in concurrent education classes. These were adults who were here to practice their craft - not a bunch of immature students who would have a field day painting a naked classmate.

Knowing how much longer she had to stand here perched on her toes would have been a huge help. But looking through a veil without her glasses, the lone clock in the room was just a dark blob on the wall. It was just there to taunt and frustrate her every time the platform turned her toward it.

Still, as the seconds and minutes piled up, Callie reached an uneasy equilibrium - a comfort level with her discomfort. She had just about convinced herself that she could make it through this when...the whispers started.

"...Oh my God she's perfect! I mean, just look at that rack! Can you tell who it is?"

Callie held her breath as both shapes leaned toward her to appreciate her naked breasts and try to make out her facial features. The evidence piling up that these two were the Derek and Chad from her school made her heart race. As her naked front slowly spun past them, one of the boys asked a question of Ms. Lejune.

"Ma'am, um, did you say she was a volunteer? Like...a student?"

Because he was using his regular voice, Callie recognized it as belonging to Chad.

"I did, but the identity of our volunteer belongs to her alone," the teacher replied without stopping her circuit, "you may refer to her as your muse."

Leaning his head toward his friend, Chad whispered, "she can amuse my balls any time."

As he snickered at his own, crude remark, Callie's mouth formed into a shocked "O". She couldn't be more thankful for the double shroud covering her face and head. As the naked girl rotated around for their maximum amusement, they kept up their whispering.

"Dude, look at that smokin' ass! Have you ever seen something so fire," Chad asked.

"...not in real life," his friend admitted.

Without meaning to, Callie felt the muscles of her bare bottom tighten. With Ms. Lejune currently on the opposite side of room, the boys were being as soft as possible to avoid detection. But standing in the very middle with her ears keenly tuned to every sound, Callie couldn't help but overhear everything they were saying.

Chad continued, "She's gotta be a cheerleader, right? Maybe...Addison or Brie?"

"I don't know...maybe," answered Derek.

Callie knew exactly which cheerleaders the boys were talking about - everyone did. Addison and Brie were two of the hottest girls in the school. Before today, Callie would never have compared herself favorably to one of those girls. That Derek and Chad would mistake her for one of them was unfathomable.

In response to the flattery, she stood up a little straighter - feeling her breasts swell in prominence. Maybe her brother's friends were right. Maybe she really was a boner factory!

But the boost to her self-esteem ended when Chad raised a very private matter with his friend.

"Psst, was it just me, or did she look wet to you?"

[LittleFrieda]

"Ladies and gentlemen," announced Ms. Lejune as a reverent hush fell over the chattering students, "with a special thanks to the Teacher's Aide Club, it is my pleasure to introduce our figure studies subject for the day. Before we being painting, let's take a moment to study her together. Please join me in the studio."

Only one day?

[neverdoubted]

"Ladies and gentlemen," announced Ms. Lejune as a reverent hush fell over the chattering students, "with a special thanks to the Teacher's Aide Club, it is my pleasure to introduce our figure studies subject for the day. Before we being painting, let's take a moment to study her together. Please join me in the studio."

Only one day?

Go back and read the synopsis.

[LittleFrieda]

"Ladies and gentlemen," announced Ms. Lejune as a reverent hush fell over the chattering students, "with a special thanks to the Teacher's Aide Club, it is my pleasure to introduce our figure studies subject for the day. Before we being painting, let's take a moment to study her together. Please join me in the studio."

Only one day?

Go back and read the synopsis.

I have multiple excuses.

• I am an old fart

• one week into a two month tropical vacation

• the synopsis was a long time ago

• disappointment that Ms Lejune will not insist on starting every day with naked Callie

Since I am an old fart, I do not recall that Callie started this adventure with outsized concern about remaining anonymous. Must be part of her last minute panic attack.