Going to School Naked (new 4/24)

[student]

Poor Callie is confused by her emotional storm--she doesn't know whether to die of shame or have a loud and public orgasm.

[neverdoubted]

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.

It’s cold feet, for sure! Too bad she’s in too deep now to back out.

[neverdoubted]

Callie gulped as Chad's question forced her to confront an embarrassing reality.

Her body had been in arousal mode ever since she stepped out of her bedroom that morning. Every harrowing step she took away from the safety of her home and through her neighborhood without clothes on had been in pursuit of the thrill that had taken root inside her. And every increased risk had also fed the fires of her arousal.

Whether she was fantasizing about going to school naked or having an earth-shattering climax while sprawled out in the grass, everything had been in service to the thrill.

If a girl is going to tease her own body like that, she shouldn't be surprised when it interprets those actions as sexual foreplay and responds accordingly. The roiling tightness within Callie's lower abdomen was evidence that her body, while inexperienced, had received the message loud and clear. It had begun preparing in earnest - bringing her sexual systems online and filling her inner canal with an excess of natural lubricant.

She could try to ignore it - pretend like it wasn't happening. But she would be a fool to pretend the reason the air wafting over her bald mound felt so cold wasn't because of the wetness that had spilled out from her loins and was now coating her outer pussy lips.

She was wet - there was no point in denying it. No way to hide it. Ms. Lejune and her go-go boots and dilapidation cream had made sure of that. Right now, Callie was giving the boys yet another nice, long view of her “smokin' ass”. But no matter how much she wished it would grind to a halt, the platform never stopped turning.

As her front came around once again, both boys strained forward to peer intently at her spectacular mound. Seeing what a spectacle her wetness was making, she tried to hold perfectly still to minimize the glittering effect of her bald peach beneath the bright studio lights.

That was about as effective as trying to hold in a hiccup. Though she concentrated so intensely that it made her eyes water, the muscles of her pussy betrayed her by contracting all at once. And just like that, a new bead of glittering juice was expelled and began to run down her thigh.

Hearing the boys gasp softly, Callie's shame overwhelmed her and forced her eyes shut. Without clothes, she had no way to keep her arousal a secret. But she snapped them open in alarm when she heard Chad say, "That's it. I have to record this or no one's gonna believe it!"

The school had a policy on cell phone usage in class. But it was up to each teacher how strictly they wanted to enforce it. Would Chad risk his Art teacher’s wrath just to get a naked picture of her? Knowing without a doubt the answer to that question, Callie's pulse quickened. She scanned frantically for Ms. Lejune, but the cursed woman had gone missing. Where the hell was her teacher when she needed her most?

With her ears so keenly tuned, she could clearly hear Chad rummaging around in the backpack by his feet to retrieve his phone. She had her back to him, for now, but time was ticking. Callie began to despair. In the back of her mind, she had known when she left her house without clothes on that something like this might happen. Going to school naked carries a certain risk, after all. But she didn't anticipate how quickly things could backfire into utter humiliation.

"Just admit it," her conscience gloated, "you've royally screwed up now. You gave the most obnoxious boy in the school a front row seat to your downfall. He's getting his camera ready this very second - waiting for you to complete your turn so he can record your wetness."

"I hope you learn a valuable lesson from this. Once Chad gets his picture, he won't hesitate to spread it to the entire student body. By the end of the day, every other student in your school will have seen it. He may not recognize you, but someone will figure it out. And then, everyone will know that Callie Hennerson can’t control her bodily fluids."

Suddenly light-headed, Callie reached for the column and only barely caught herself by taking a staggering step to one side. The loud, heavy thud of her go-go boot on the hollow stage drew every eye to her and allowed Ms. Lejune to re-enter the room through the other side of the curtain. Walking unnoticed, she stepped right behind Chad and plucked the phone out of his hand.

"You may spend the rest of the period in the principal’s office, Mr. Porich. And you can have this back at the end of the day."

Caught red-handed, Chad gathered up his things and stood without arguing. With one last, despondent look at the erotic scene on the dais, he reluctantly slipped behind the curtain and exited the classroom. Callie breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Seeing her beleaguered volunteer wobbling where she stood, Ms. Lejune made an announcement. "Let's take five, everyone. There's just enough time for one more pose. I'm going to try and simulate something a little livelier and more evocative. Clean your brushes while I ready your muse. We'll be doing an abstract this time. So, get out your drawing pads and charcoals."

She held the curtain open to show her students out. When the studio was empty, she flipped a switch to halt the motor. After the stage glided to a stop, she joined Callie on the platform and asked her an insightful question.

"You're not here on behalf of the Teacher's Aide Club, are you?"

Thinking she was in deep trouble, Callie cast her eyes down and shook her head. But her teacher surprised her by giving her shoulders a squeeze of support and lifting her chin. Raising her eyes, she saw the corners of the enigmatic woman's mouth turned up.

"Ah, Calliope," she said in a hushed, conspiratorial tone, "I know exactly what it feels like to be sixteen. To wake up one morning with a new, irresistible craving deep inside you and no idea how to satisfy it."

"When I was about your age, out of the blue, I had the most vivid dream in my life about the boy's relay team. For some reason that only makes sense in the mind of a teenage girl, in my dream, they were practicing in the nude - running around in nothing but sweatbands and sneakers."

Callie furrowed her brow and tried her hardest to keep from picturing the boys of her track team naked. When Ms. Lejune took her column away and dragged it to the edge of the platform, it provided a good distraction. Callie had to teeter on her toes to keep from losing her balance. Wrestling the column to the floor, Ms. Lejune found an empty spot near the piled furniture to place it. Picking up a small, low-slung table, she continued her story.

"In my dream, I took off all my clothes, crested the hill and waved at them. The four naked boys stopped what they were doing and came over - proudly sporting their homegrown batons for me. Laying back on the hillside, I spread my legs wide and they began to do relays on my - well, you get the idea."

Callie did get the idea, and it made something inside her abdomen tighten to picture it.

"Every day after that first dream, I sat on the hill overlooking the track at school and watched them practice. They had such long legs and short shorts. Powerful strides and endless endurance. Muscles upon muscles and not an ounce of body fat between the four of them..."

Ms. Lejune shivered, then shook her head as if to clear it. Positioning the table in the middle of the platform, she motioned for Callie to sit. With a heavy sigh, she added, "Of course, it was only ever a fantasy. I lost track of how many times that dream came to me in the middle of the night. How many times I woke up drenched in sweat and resolved to turn it into a reality. Alas, I never found the courage or self-confidence to cross that formidable chasm that separates fantasy from reality. But you...ah, do I envy you, my muse!"

But Callie was barely following. As she sat demurely on the edge of the table and crossed her arms in her lap, all she could think about was how cold the laminated surface felt on her bare bottom. After being forced to hold up the rest of her body for a very long time, her calves and ankles were thanking her for the break.

When Ms. Lejune tapped her lips critically and said, "lay back," Callie did what she was told.

Finding the table almost too small to fit on, she started to scoot down to let her legs dangle off the end, but Ms. Lejune stopped her.

"No, your feet must stay on the table," she insisted.

Making room for the clunky platform boots to fit on the lower corners required Callie to shift her body so high that her head was hanging awkwardly off the other end.

Now crammed into an awkward pose, she heard her teacher walking around and checking her from every angle. When the footsteps stopped, she lifted her head and squinted through the veil down the terrain of her prone body. Too young and firm to yield yet to gravity, her large breasts did not lay flat but stuck up prominently. They were matching hills with pink nipples that strained proudly toward the ceiling.

The stiff boots kept her knees high in the air and even lifted her bottom off the table. Her bald mound nestled within the valley formed by her legs - framed perfectly by her slightly parted thighs. At the other end of the table holding an unmarked spray bottle stood her teacher.

"This mineral oil is the same formula as baby oil. I use it in my mixed media whenever I want to add a sheen to something. It will be the perfect way to achieve what we're trying to simulate, " she said with a wink, adding, "hold your breath."

Callie sucked in a gasp when the first spritz landed on the backs of her legs. Finally registering the command, she held in that breath while Ms. Lejune walked all the way around her and finished applying the oil everywhere she found exposed flesh. Setting the bottle down, the woman then stepped closer and whispered gently into her ear.

"Whatever Odyssey you have embarked upon today, Calliope, is yours alone. And while I regret that I cannot join you in your journey, I am happy to at least be the wind in your sails."

The words didn't make sense to Callie. But her eyes bulged when her left hand was lifted and placed on the bottom of her ripe left breast. Similarly, her right hand was placed below her oily stomach - just beyond her waiting mound. Exiting the stage, Ms. Lejune flipped the switch to start the platform motor. As she pulled back the curtain slightly and invited the class back into the studio, Callie hung her head backwards off the end of the table and closed her eyes.

Her sensible side couldn't be any more humiliated or incensed by the evocative new pose her teacher had chosen for her. Her young body, with which the other students were already intimately familiar, was now coated in baby oil. And instead of standing idly next to a Greek column like some kind of innocent, living statue, the shiny, naked teen was now prone on a table. Her hands were positioned suggestively for self-pleasure while her head was thrown back in simulated ecstasy.

Blood coursed through her trembling, partially inverted body. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and made hearing difficult. As if through a heavy blanket, she faintly heard Ms. Lejune instructing the class to pull their chairs as close to the stage as possible. But she was too humiliated to verify.

Her teacher had laid her out basically at eye level. With the soles of her boots sitting flat on the table on either side of her bottom, she could wiggle her pointed toes and feel her calves flexing within their leather cocoon. But she could not reposition them or lower her hips fully to the tabletop. No matter how much she tried to squeeze her legs closed, her thighs remained splayed lewdly open as if she were intentionally presenting her sex to the crowd.

When her left hand twitched, she felt the squeeze in her bosom. This pose was meant to merely portray simulated pleasure. It wasn't supposed to be real. But someone forgot to tell that to her fingers.

Recently, her developing chest had grown too big to be contained in her petite grasp. She was cradling it from below now more than holding it. Giving her orb another subtle squeeze, warmth immediately bloomed outward from the slippery gland and her nipple tightened into a nub. Even this small pressure felt soooo good! ...too good.

Thanks to regular nighttime practice sessions, she had become an expert at gratifying all areas of her body. Her chest was no exception and her hand knew exactly what usually came next. But if she crossed the line from simulated pleasure to the real thing, would she be able to stop?

Striking a compromise with her demanding body, she made slow, hopefully unnoticeable kneading motions. But the warming oil made it too easy for her squeezing palm and probing fingers to tease the supple flesh of her ripe mammary. The waves of pleasure that resulted only further eroded her will to resist, and the motions gradually became larger and more overt.

As a haze of arousal enveloped her, she withdrew further into the bliss and began to pant softly. She knew that each harried breath that entered her lungs was making her young breasts swell impressively for the audience. But like a teapot slowly coming to a boil, the quick breaths were needed to relieve the excess arousal that was building up within her.

Though the veil that preserved her anonymity had emboldened her, to keep from being identified, she had resolved to remain silent. But when she grazed her nipple by accident, she made a sexy whimper. She tried to be more disciplined after that and stay away from her nipple. But as the teasing breast massage continued, she couldn't stop the occasional whimper from slipping out through her tightly pursed lips.

Her pussy was jealous about being left out of the fun and begged for attention. But Callie resisted the urge. If she started down that road, it would only lead to one thing - a real orgasm. Despite everything she had already shared with the class about her growing body, she wasn't ready to share that.

Her raised hips grew restless and began to squirm in the air. With nothing to press against, the inexperienced muscles of her reproductive system writhed and convulsed fruitlessly between her parted legs. The clumsy, uncoordinated effort of a virgin in heat only succeeded in producing one thing. And the sexual juices her body produced and expelled happily mingled with the warm, slippery oil already coating her lower mound.

The only thing holding her back now was her own insecurity. The thought of sharing her orgasmic performance with another soul both thrilled and terrified her. Before today, she had only ever orgasmed in one of two places - either the privacy of her bed or in the bathtub with the door securely locked. Even earlier today, though she had come close with the man in her neighborhood, she had been completely alone when her peak arrived.

Every squeeze of her breast, every flex of her hips, every soft whimper of need, chipped away at Callie's resolve. Bit by bit, she came closer and closer to surrendering herself to the thrill; until she felt the invisible hand clamp down once again over her molten pussy. Only, this time was...different.

Slowly it dawned that there wasn't some invisible hand clamped over her pussy. It was the one that was supposed to be resting on her abdomen! But by parting her thighs just enough and lubricating the path, her teacher had made it too easy and too tempting for her hand not to slide just a few inches lower. To confirm, Callie gave her right hand a squeeze.

"Oh God!" she uttered in a high voice. Feeling a pleasurable jolt between her legs, her eyes fluttered open...just in time for the still rotating platform to bring her face to face with Derek. Because she was laying prone with her head thrown back, his face was upside-down from hers. But even through the double-veil and without her glasses, there was no mistaking his awed expression. She didn't have to wonder what he was thinking about her erotic performance.

If both her hands weren't already occupied elsewhere, she would have snapped one over her mouth. She had been determined not to speak for fear of being recognized. But she hadn't been prepared for what her completely hairless pussy mound would feel like.

What she really needed was a shirt collar. Giving her mouth something to suck on would soothe her. But the topless girl had no way to occupy her lips and keep quiet. With immense effort, she got her mouth to close. But when her bottom rose further off the table as her restless hips bucked to meet her cupped palm, the resulting jolt of pleasure caused a sexy whimper to leak out despite her tightly pressed lips.

"I would remind our muse to remain quiet and still for the sake of the artists," Ms. Lejune called out from some distant land. But the sheer delight in her voice nullified any pretense of being stern. As her teacher jubilantly launched into a lecture about juxtapositions and what it means to capture such an abstract thing as a raw, unbridled emotion, Callie tried to chasten herself.

"Knock it off right this instant, young lady," her conscience warned, "or you're going to blow your cover. Be smart about this. Class has to be almost over. Just don't move a muscle and hang on a little while longer."

But it was too late. She had lost the war for control of her muscles. Though she sent a signal to her hands to be still, the one on her chest just kneaded her slippery breast with renewed vigor while the one between her legs began to stroke her bald pussy lips just like it had practiced during countless midnight sessions.

Whimpering in hopeless need, Callie couldn't even control her eye muscles. It's like they had been glued open - forcing her to look every artist in the face until she rotated back around to Derek.

Just like all the other students, he sat as close as possible to the round stage - a drawing tablet in his lap. But the charcoal pencil stood forgotten in his idle hand. All thoughts of completing his piece had fled. With lust in his eyes, he roamed up and down the shiny, naked, masturbating teen - too distracted to draw anything.

She felt her thighs squeeze together bashfully when her fingers began to peel back the protective petals of her womanhood. It was a last-ditch attempt at modesty. And a futile gesture. The boots made sure that no amount of squeezing could close the gap at the apex of her splayed legs. And her probing hand still had the perfect amount of room to operate.

As her throbbing clitoris was exposed to the open air, the depth of her humiliation was only balanced by her spiking arousal. She was along for the ride now and could only writhe and moan as she barreled toward her peak. This one was going to be big - bigger and more explosive even than the last one. And her fingers would not stop until they had finished playing the erotic symphony on the instrument that was her primed body.

Doing everything in its power to demonstrate its sexual capabilities despite no actual experience, her bodily instincts told her hips to buck her needy pussy into the air over and over. Her fingers met every urgent buck with a dutiful counterstroke. But as the muscles in her core clamped shut, she only felt an aching emptiness. It was a painful reminder that, without a male partner, her performance remained merely simulated.

Filled to bursting with arousal, every nerve in her body tingled with pleasure. Yet the aching void within her core gave her a feeling that she was still missing out on something.

She was like a child who discovered a new door in her house despite having lived there her whole life. She sensed that the door led somewhere amazing - like the world's greatest toy store. But though the girl visited the door frequently, she only ever stood outside and played with the door knob. Callie had to wonder; if masturbating could make her feel this good, how much better would the real thing be?

The bucking of her hips accelerated and grew more violent. A sheen of sweat coated her naked flesh and made her skin glow even brighter under the lights. Every pant she made now included a whimper of urgency.

As endorphins flooded her trembling system, her pupils dilated, and the world faded to white. Her time had come. It started in her clitoris but spread rapidly. Arching her back, her hips gave one final thrust. The seed of an obscene moan began to bloom but was cut short when all the muscles in her body locked up and began to shudder.

Innocence became prurience as her orgasmic wave crested. And just like that, the privacy of the most intimate act she had ever known was sacrificed on the altar of the thrill. She came...and came...and kept coming. Her ecstasy stretched out into a continuous release longer than any she had formerly known.

It was sustained as only someone with her untested, adolescent potency and limitless sex drive could. Only after her lungs began to burn from lack of oxygen, did she start to come down from her peak.

Her ringing ears was the first sign that her titanic orgasm hadn't killed her. But though her eyes remained open, she was still blind and seeing only white.

Her diaphragm was the next to come back online. All at once, it registered all the signals her frantic brain had been sending. And with a convulsion, the naked girl came back to life and sucked a large gulp of air into her lungs. Her already overworked heart pounded to pump fresh blood into all her oxygen-starved systems.

When the ringing stopped abruptly, she realized she had been hearing the school bell signaling the end of first period. Her vision returned just as the platform came to a stop beneath her. She was looking right at Derek! And at the worst possible time, the veil, which had been turned askew by her lively masturbation session, brushed across her cheek. In a flash, it came the rest of the way loose and fell to the floor in a puddle - leaving her head and face as uncovered as the rest of her.

[student]

Callie managed to both die of shame and have an earth-shattering orgasm!

[neverdoubted]

Callie managed to both die of shame and have an earth-shattering orgasm!

You predicted it for sure.

[cradulich]

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