KWC: The Election

[FunKelly]

I entered my 'Journalism' class and found out eight of the students were on assignment somewhere else on the campus. That meant I could only hope to gather 22 signatures, 23 if Mr. Harris would sign. That would get me the more than 75 signatures I needed, but I wanted the school board to see the sense of solidarity for the petition, held by the students and some faculty members. Mr. Harris and the students looked at me and started asking why I was wearing only my panties and sneakers. Since these were my classmates, I took the time to explain that Miss Sanchez had spilt her coffee on my clothes, so they were being washed. I then went on to tell them about the petition and acquired a signature from everyone, including Mr. Harris. Before I left the class with my 83 signatures, Mr. Harris gave me the locations of the other students. He then went on to tell me about our next journalism assignment.

We were to be the ones interviewed this time. Notes, subject research and a written synopsis of the interview were to be included with our article submissions. Knowing I was going to be interviewed while naked by Lynn from the television station, I felt I had a good start for the project. I thanked Mr. Harris then headed for the 'Painting and Sketching' class. I entered the art studio to find Bethany posing nude for the class. Bethany saw me enter the class and yelled out, "Hey Amber! I'm more naked than you!", with a great big smile plastered across her face. Everyone turned around to see me standing there in just my panties. Miss O'Connor, the class instructor, said, "Bethany!" Bethany responded by saying, "I'm sorry Miss O'Connor. But I am!", as the students started to laugh.

Miss O'Connor looked at me, and asked, "What can I do for you Amber?", seeming annoyed about the interruption, yet somehow oblivious to the fact that I was standing there in just my panties and sneakers. I did my best to explain the reason for my impromptu visit to her classroom. Miss O'Connor was very serious about her art classes but allowed me to speak to her students anyway. "Class. Let's take a small break and listen to what Amber has to say". I made my way to the front of the class and addressed the students as I had done in the previous three classes. After reading the petition, I heard Miss O'Connor say, "Bethany. Put on a robe please". Bethany started to pout as she reluctantly covered her naked body with a white terry cloth robe.

The art class was full, so I took the opportunity to give the petition some enthusiastic promotion, along with a heartfelt representation of the students requesting the change in the school policy. All thirty students were lined up to sign the petition as Bethany and her friends all gave me a 'Thumbs Up'. When it was Bethany's turn to sign, she looked me over and said so everyone could hear, "Amber. You look so sexy wearing that girl!", as she looked me up and down. Her next sentence would leave 'Me' stunned, Miss O'Connor shaking her head and all the students in the class laughing. "Do You Want to Wrestle?", she asked, in a loud and eager tone. "No Bethany! What's wrong with you?", was the response I gave that no one heard over the laughter.

Bethany signed the petition then opened her robe so only I could see her naked body, as she smiled and winked at me. Standing there in front of the entire class, knowing all eyes were on us and unable to take my eyes off Bethany's naked form, I became motionless as she closed the gap between us. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Amber. I can't thank you enough for being such a proponent for our petition. I owe you at least one orgasm, regardless of the outcome". My eyes became wide open, and my mouth fell ajar, as I quietly told Bethany I was not a lesbian. She looked at me, and said in a salacious yet faint tone, "Amber! Who cares? Either am I. You do like to cum, don't you?", in an exuberant yet muffled voice.

Just then, Miss O'Connor inquired in a tone that let everyone, including me, know my disruption of her class had come to an end. "Amber! Will there be anything else?", she asked. I hesitated, then replied, "No Miss O'Connor. Please excuse the interruption and thank you", as I took the petition, now with 114 signatures, including Miss O'Connor's and left the classroom. I leaned against the wall outside the art class and let out a big sigh, gripping the clipboard that held the petition and all its signatures close to my bare breasts. I looked to the clock at the end of the hallway and realized I had a little over an hour to present the petition to Miss Sanchez. My next task was to walk to the auditorium, where the "Theatre Class" was in session, in order to gather more signatures for the petition.

After leaving the main campus building and only halfway to the auditorium, I heard the sound of several trucks coming up the campus drive. I froze as I realized it was two vans filled landscape workers, followed by another truck pulling a large trailer loaded with their equipment. It seemed like only seconds until they stopped in front of me. I had no time to make it to the auditorium or back to the main campus building. I covered my bare breasts with the clipboard as the dozen or so workers just stared at my almost naked body. I was frozen with fear as the workers started taking pictures of me. To make matters worse, one of my female journalism classmates walked up, and said, "Amber. I hear you're collecting signatures for Bethany's petition". She pried the clipboard from my hands, saying, "I'll sign it", leaving my exposed tits on display for the photo-taking landscape workers. I was mortified!

The girl's name was Natalie, and we were soon joined by Kevin, another of my journalism classmates who was out on assignment with Natalie. He took the clipboard from Natalie, as he said, "Amber. I hear Eliott shaved your pussy during your first cabinet meeting", loud enough for all to hear, as he signed the petition. His words got the attention of the landscape workers, who were now looking at the camel toe, caused by my snug burgundy panties. The sense of shame was overwhelming. Just when I thought I could no longer endure the public humiliation, Natalie pulled my panties down to my ankles. She knelt down and said, "Let's see if Eliott did a good job", keeping a tight grip on my panties, leaving my freshly shaven vagina exposed to the landscape workers and their phone cameras.

Natalie ran her fingers across my bald mound, as she said, "Oh yeah. He did and awesome job". I didn't know if I was going to die of embarrassment or have an orgasm right there in front of everyone. I felt so vulnerable and ashamed, yet totally aroused, and made no attempt to stop the utter humiliation. Once again, Miss Sanchez came to my rescue. "Alright! Shows over! Natalie and Kevin, return to your assignments", as she took the clipboard from Kevin. She then looked at the crew chief of the landscapers, and said, "It's 3:00 Jeff. You only have four hours of daylight remaining and our 'Open House' is tomorrow. Get your guys to work". The trucks pulled away and I bent over to pull up my panties. Miss Sanchez said, "Don't bother, Amber. I'll take those".

"But Miss Sanchez! It wasn't my fault", I argued. "Amber. You're not being punished. Now hand me your panties", she insisted. I pulled my panties over my sneakers and handed my last vestige of cover to Miss Sanchez, as she looked at the petition signatures. "How many signatures do you have here?", she asked. "116", I replied. "I'm impressed", she said, as she handed me the clipboard. She then went on to say, "Amber. Tomorrow you will be giving tours of the campus to total strangers, dressed as you are right now. Consider this a practice run. Now go have fun and I'll see you back at the office", as she turned and walked away, leaving me totally naked with the exception of my sneakers and ankle socks.

I don't know what came over me but I caried the clipboard in one hand and to my side, rather than with two hands and concealing my breasts. The landscapers beeped the horns of their trucks and waved to me. I smiled and waved back as I made my way to the auditorium, still feeling vulnerable but with a sense of confidence. I stood outside the auditorium doors thinking how best to enter the facility. I didn't want to look like a 'Scared Little Rabbit, but I also didn't want to come off as some kind of an 'Exhibitionist' or even worse, a 'Slut'. I took a deep breath and entered the auditorium, holding the clipboard in front of me as if I was reading it over, rather than using it to conceal by bare breasts, in an attempt to appear as 'All Business'.

Mr. Davis, the 'Theatre Course' instructor, was down by the stage with the class. All but one of the thirty students were there gathered in a circle around him, as he gave instruction. My confidence was fading with each step I took towards the group, hoping my naked body and freshly shaven pussy would not be the focus of conversation. My hopes were dashed as Allen noticed me as I was approaching, and called out, "Hey Amber! Come on down and show everyone Eliott's masterpiece! We shared the photos of him shaving your pussy, but nothing beats seeing the real thing". Eliott was beaming as I felt the clipboard moving upward and now pressing against my tits, as I had lost any sense of bravado and was now just plain humiliated.

I spotted Mr. Davis waving me to come to him as all eyes were on me. I struggled to keep my feet moving forward, knowing Allen had already influenced the class into inspecting the quality of Eliott's pubic hair removal skills. I tried to hold my head high as I made my way towards Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis was barely thirty years old and a graduate of the 'New York Film Academy'. He was not fond of traveling, so took the position of 'Theater Instructor' at 'The Academy'. As I stood in front of him, he took my clipboard, leaving me totally exposed, and said, "I assume this is the petition I've heard so much about, Amber". I nodded "Yes", hoping the petition would take priority over my bald pussy to the young instructor and his students.

Mr. Davis signed the petition and handed it to a student to circulate around the class. He then took a good long look and my smooth-shaven mound, which made me feel even more vulnerable than when the students did the same. The petition was signed by all who were present, and I was feeling good about collecting 146 signatures. That's almost twice as many as I needed for Miss Sanchez to present it to the school board. That feeling was short lived as one of the female students asked, "Amber. Are you going to let Eliott shave your pussy again?" Eliott was standing next to me by this time and waiting for an answer, as were the rest of the students. I answered in the most nonchalant tone possible, for a girl who was completely naked among thirty clothed spectators. "I usually take care of that myself", I said, as I turned and walked back up the ramp to the exit door of the auditorium.

[FunKelly]

I was in such a hurry to get out of the view of the theatre class students, I never considered who might be on the other side of the auditorium doors as I burst through them. I panicked and dropped my clipboard as I was standing in front of a bus load of freshman boys from the local all-boys high school, and their two teachers. I would later find out they were there to be extras in a play put on by 'The Academy's Theatre Class'. But for now, at least forty of the fourteen-year-old boys were staring at my naked body, with their eyes wide open and smiles plastered across their faces.

I covered my breasts and pussy with my hands, as I could not have felt more ashamed being the first real naked girl most of the young teenage boys had ever seen. The silence was sheer torture as they all just stood there staring at me. Not even the two teachers stepped in to lessen my utter humiliation. They just stared at me too. I must have looked like a total idiot as I crouched down to retrieve my clipboard while attempting to keep my tits and pussy covered with my hands. The boys' silent stares turned to laughter as I fumbled around trying to pick up the clipboard while in such a precarious position.

One of the young boys picked up my clipboard, looked down at me with a menacing expression on his face, and asked, "If you're so embarrassed to be naked, why are you naked in the first place?" The boys' laughter fell silent as everyone waited for me to reply, but there was no answer I could give that would make any sense or diminish my degradation in any way. I just looked up at the young teenager, hoping he would take pity on me and give me back my clipboard. His teenage urge to see a woman naked was too much, so he held the clipboard above his head, waiting to see if I would stand up to retrieve it. He along with the other teenage boys were hoping I would expose my tits or pussy, depending on which hand I would use to recover the coveted clipboard.

Even with the recent change of events, the two teachers just stood there waiting to see what I would do, offering no help whatsoever. "Enough was enough!", I thought to myself. I stood up, moved my hands from concealing my tits and pussy, and demanded, "Give it to me you little twirp!" I took the clipboard and held it by my side, allowing the horny little teenagers to ogle at my naked body. Finally, one of the teachers walked up to me, and asked, "Young lady. Where might we find Mr. Davis?" I hesitated as I looked over my clipboard, pretending I was making sure everything was in order, allowing the boys the opportunity to soak in every inch of my naked form.

I looked to the teacher, and replied, "Mr. Davis is down on the floor of the auditorium, in front of the stage, instructing his theatre class", purposely leaving my naked flesh on display for both the boys and their two teachers. I was starting to realize what Miss Sanchez meant when she said, "Have fun", right before she walked away with my panties. Teasing the large group of horny teenage boys was fun! Alot of fun, actually. "Would you like me to take you there?", I asked the boys' teacher, now hoping to keep my naked body on display for a few more minutes, before I had to return to the main office to meet Miss Sanchez. To my delight, he answered, "Yes". I took my sweet time walking the freshman class down to the auditorium floor, knowing they were staring at my bare back, legs and naked ass.

I escorted the two high school teachers and dozens of freshmen students down to Mr. Davis and the theatre class. Once everyone had been introduced, I headed back to the auditorium exit doors, knowing my perky breasts, cute little butt cheeks and freshly shaved pussy had made an impression on the fourteen-year-old boys. The idea of some of these young teenagers jerking off to the images of me, I knew they must be harboring in their perverted little minds, was titillating to say the least. I would have gone back to my dorm room to masturbate, if I didn't have to get the petition and the 146 signatures back to Miss Sanchez by 4:00.

I made my way back across the campus to the main office building, carefree and delighted to show off my naked body to the few landscapers who were working in the area. Wearing nothing but my sneakers and a smile was exhilarating as I walked past them. I entered the main office building with 20 minutes to spare. Mr. Harris had told me several of my journalism classmates were in the cafeteria interviewing the kitchen staff, so I decided to see if I could collect a few more signatures for the petition, since the cafeteria was located near the main office. I entered the cafeteria to find three classmates and four women who worked in the kitchen, sitting around one of the dining tables.

All eyes were on me as I was now second guessing my decision to collect the additional signatures. I felt so inappropriate standing there naked, as they were all looking at me with bewildered expressions on their faces. My classmate Shelbie, called out and asked, "Amber! Is this an official 'Student Body Representative' function or have you just decided to be out resident nudist?" I felt so ashamed as they all started laughing at me. It was too late to turn back now, so I approached the table, and responded, "There's no time to explain. I just wanted to see if you guys would be willing to sign Bethany's petition, concerning body paint costumes for the Halloween Party".

I managed to get all three signatures, but not without being completely humiliated by the three students and four women kitchen workers, who were still laughing at me as I exited the cafeteria with the 149 signatures. I might have had almost double the number of signatures I needed for Miss Sanchez to push Bethany's petition forward, but I had surrendered my dignity to acquire them. I felt so 'NAKED' as the cafeteria door closed behind me. "What am I doing? Why am I allowing myself to be degraded over and over in public like this? WHY?", I asked myself, as I walked to the main office down the hall, anxious to retrieve my clothes. The answer to my questions was about to appear before me.

As I was only 15 feet from the door to the main office, three of the 14-year-old boys from high school ran through the front entrance doors and right up to me. I held the clip board against my chest, as one of the boys said, "Knowing our parents will find out we all met you, my teacher wanted to know why you are naked. Are you a nudist?", he asked, as the other two boys were staring at my exposed pussy. The sense of empowerment over the three horny teenagers had me once again completely aroused, as I moved the clipboard to my side so the boys could also see my bare breasts and erect nipples, as I contemplated my response.

Before I could respond, one of the other boys, said, "My parents are nudists". "They are?" I asked, feeling a bit less ashamed but no less stimulated. "Yeah. We go to nudist resorts for our vacations. I've seen lots of naked girls before", he replied. The boy's admission had me feeling less awkward about my public nudity yet being the only one naked and totally exposed in front of the three boys, led to that inevitable sense of vulnerability Carla had told me about, the second time I met her. She was right. The sense of vulnerability had me completely aroused as my pussy was going from moist to soaking wet as I stood there on display, still trying to find the right words to answer the first boy's question.

"To answer your question", I started, as I looked at the first boy. "No. I am not a nudist. My position as 'Student Body Representative' requires me to perform some of my official duties in the nude", I said, hoping my reply would satisfy their teacher's question. "So, you are performing an official duty now?", another boy asked. "Well......Technically No", I replied, feeling that sense of shame coming over me once again. "So why are you naked?", the third boy asked. I started to stutter and fumble my words, as I tried to explain how Miss Sanchez had spilt her coffee on my clothes. "Don't you have other clothes?", he asked. It became obvious that the three teenage boys were not going to let me off the hook until their curiosity was satisfied.

Still trying to come up with a reasonable answer for the "Don't you have other clothes?" question, another boy asked, "Did you get burned by the coffee?" Not thinking, I replied, "No. I wasn't wearing my clothes at the time". The three boys looked at each other appearing confused, then turned their attention back to me. By this time, I was once again holding the clip board up against my chest. "Let me get this straight", one of the boys said, as he started walking around like some little Sherlock Holmes. He then continued, "You are naked because coffee was spilt on clothes you weren't wearing at the time. Is that true?" I just nodded, "Yes". What were you wearing when the coffee was spilled on your clothes?", he asked, as he stopped walking and looked me squarely in the eyes.

I was crumbling emotionally under the weight of the young teenager's inquisition, so bowed my head in shame, and mumbled, "Nothing". "Ah Ha! So, it's reasonable to assume you like showing off your naked body in public! Is that correct?", he asked, in the tone of an adult investigator. I was speechless, afraid any answer I gave would only get me in deeper, as the three teenage boys had reduced me to blubbering naked mess. The office door opened, and Miss Sanchez stepped out into the hallway. "Amber. It's almost 4:00", she said. I stiffened my spine just long enough to look at the little interrogator, and said, "Just tell your teacher I'm a nudist!", as I turned and made my way to the safety of the main office.

[FunKelly]

The first thing I noticed as I entered the main office, were my clothes. They were neatly folded on the counter. I handed Miss Sanchez the petition and quickly started to put them on. She was able to see I was noticeably shaken, and said, "Amber! Don't tell me you let those 'Prepubescent Boys' get to you". "I don't know if they're 'Prepubescent', but they knew the exact questions to ask, in order to humiliate me!", I responded, as I pulled my burgundy panties over my sneakers and up, revealing some camel toe, but finally providing cover for my exposed pussy. I was reaching for my bra when the three boys walked into the main office. "Excuse me miss. We don't feel comfortable telling our teacher you are a nudist, if you're really not", said the main interrogator of the teenage trio.

Standing there in just my panties and sneakers, I was helpless as Carla picked up my clothes, and said, "Boys. Amber is not a 'Nudist' per say, but she has no problem with public nudity. Why don't you three escort her back to the auditorium, so she can answer your teachers question for herself", as she winked at me. I told Carla and the boys I had to prepare for an assignment for my journalism class and declined Carla's offer to the boys, hoping she would return my clothes. I couldn't bear any more humiliation which I knew would come with the additional interrogation, that was sure to take place on our way back to the auditorium. I couldn't answer the question "Why are you naked?", because I did not know the answer. If I couldn't answer it for myself, I couldn't answer it for the three boys or their teacher.

I asked Carla for my clothes back, when she replied, "Amber. I just want to make sure we got all of the coffee stains out of these", holding a firm grip on my shorts, T-shirt and bra. "I'll have them brought up to your dorm room", she said, as Miss Sanchez disappeared behind her office door with the petition. I was pleading with my eyes for Carla to return the items, when one of the boys asked, "Shouldn't you check her underpants for coffee stains too?" Carla replied, "No. The coffee didn't spill on Amber's panties. In fact, she was wearing them when she left this office earlier". I dreaded the inevitable question that was about to follow. "If you had your underwear on earlier, how come you were naked when we met you?", the interrogator of the inquisitive trio asked.

Carla said, "Have fun you guys", as she walked away with my clothes, leaving me there with the three nosey bodies. "Well guys, like I said. I have an assignment to prepare for so you three head back to the auditorium", as I walked out the front door on my way back to my dorm room. Needless to say, the three boys stopped me and started asking more questions. "What should we tell our teacher?" "Why do you take your clothes off in front of people?" "What happened to your underwear earlier?" "ENOUGH!" I snapped. "Listen! I'm not a nudist. There were a few unfortunate incidences that led to my public nudity earlier. That's It! That's All. Now go back to your class", I said, completely exasperated with the three teenage boys and their questions.

Just then I noticed all three boys were staring at my tits. "What are you looking at?" I barked. The three boys started laughing when one of them said, "Your boobies jiggle when you're mad". A look of horror must have come over my face as I covered my tits with my hands, having once again been reduced to an object of ridicule and shame by the three teenage boys. My blood started to boil, and my first instinct was to grab the back of their little heads and pull them right into my bare chest, giving them a real taste of my jiggling boobies, as the one boy had put it. I knew that would only get 'The Academy' in trouble and land my ass in jail, so I did the next best thing.

I peeled off my panties, let them get a good look at my naked body, then looked at them with a straight face, and said, "I'm sorry boys but I lied to you. I am a nudist. Now go back to your class". I thought this was the only way to end my torment. I was wrong. The boy who had told me his parents were nudists, said, "I thought so. When my parents heard the girl giving the 'Open House' tours tomorrow would be naked, they decided to come meet you. My dad said you must be a nudist if you're giving tours to all those strangers in the nude, so he and my mom will be here tomorrow afternoon. Maybe you can go on vacation with us", he added. With absolutely nothing left to say, I just mumbled, "Maybe", and walked away completely naked and disgraced, holding my panties in my hand.

I made it back to my dorm room without incident. I closed the door behind me and fell on my bed, not knowing whether to cry or masturbate, so I did both. I worked myself to a massive orgasm thinking of the impression I must have left on the freshman boys, not to mention the landscaping crew. I dried my eyes as I was trying to come to terms with my recent behavior. "Was I a 'Closet Exhibitionist' who now had the opportunity to explore her hidden fantasies, or worse yet, was I unknowingly becoming a 'Slut'?", I asked myself over and over. As I was contemplating my conduct and recent exploits, I heard a knock at the door. I threw on a robe and slowly answered the door to find Carla standing there with my clothes.

She burst into my room, and said, "You are so lucky, Amber! It must have been awesome teasing your little teenage audience! You can't tell me you didn't love the feeling of empowerment you must have had while entertaining your young friends", as she placed my clothes on my bed. "If she only knew how the three boys managed to make me feel ashamed and humiliated", I thought to myself. 10% empowerment. 90% shame and humiliation. "Did they ask you why you shaved your pussy?", she asked in anticipation. "NO!", I replied. "Well, you know they're going to jerk off while they're thinking about you", she continued. "Good thing they weren't allowed to bring their cell phones to 'The Academy'. Otherwise, the entire high school would be looking at your naked ass by dinner time", she said, as she chuckled.

I couldn't deny Carla's comments about my recent encounter with the young male high school students had me feeling aroused yet ashamed, at the same time. My thoughts were filled with the memories of their expressions, as they surveyed my naked body and how sexually aroused, I was at the time. I had been so turned on as I allowed the boys to see every inch of my naked form, but I also had a constant sense of impropriety throughout the experience. For whatever reason, being naked in front of the young teenagers brought a larger sense euphoria over me than when I was exposed in front of my fellow students, faculty members, those passing me at 'The Academy' entrance or the crew of landscape workers.

Maybe because they were minors, and the circumstances were so Taboo. I honestly didn't know. It certainly wasn't due to some feeling of empowerment I had over the young teenagers, since they reduced me to a blubbering naked mess on two separate occasions. All I know was that even when they were humiliating me into submission with their questions, I became soaking wet between my legs. I was realizing how I had actually been sexually stimulated by their degradation of me. As these thoughts were consuming me, Cara asked, "Did masturbate when you got back Amber?" Before I could respond, she continued. "I bet you did. I know I would have. The idea of those young eyes soaking in every inch of your naked body, especially your bald pussy, gets me wet. I can't imagine how turned on you must have been". It was like she was reading my mind.

[FunKelly]

I didn't reply to Carla's questions, afraid I may disclose how turned on I had been by the depravity of the experience I had with the three teenage boys. I may have been looking for an escape from the indignity of the encounter at the time, but I knew deep down I would do it again, at least in my fantasies. Having the three young fully clothed teenage boys reduce my self-esteem to its lowest level possible, as I was trapped in my state of total nakedness in front of them, brought me to a height of sexual arousal I had never experienced before.

I started to become concerned about the fact that three fourteen-year-old freshman boys from a local high school were able to bring me to such a high level of titillation, simply by embarrassing me with their questions. "What was it about the shame and humiliation thrust on me by the boys' inquiries while I was so naked and exposed, that intensified my libido. WHAT?", I asked myself. I should have detested the experience, but I didn't. I loved it! My silent soul searching was interrupted when Carla asked, "Cat got your tongue Amber?", as she walked up to me. "No. I'm just thinking about my assignment", I replied. "Sure, you are", she said, as she slipped her hand into my robe and ran it across my pussy and abdomen.

"What are you doing?", I asked, looking like a deer in the headlights. She casually replied, "You're all sticky. I knew you must have masturbated when you got back. There's just something about 'The Forbidden' isn't there? Why do you think I pose nude for the high school art classes?" "You do?", I asked. "Sure do. There's something about being totally naked if front of the all-male teenage class that turns me on. In fact, I don't use a robe during the breaks", she nonchalantly replied. "You don't?", I asked. "Nope. Gary, the instructor is a friend of mine, and we have an arrangement. I pose nude for free, and in exchange I get to spend the entire class in the nude. He knows I get turned on interacting with the boys while totally naked, and the boys sure don't seem to mind", she said, as she sat on my bed.

"So, Amber. Tell the truth. Did you get turned on showing your bald pussy and perky little tits to all of those young boys?" "I felt so ashamed and humiliated", I replied. "That's not what I asked", Carla continued. "Were you turned on by the experience or not?", she asked again. The expression on my face would not allow me to deny my sexual arousal, even if I had verbally replied, "No", so I just hung my head in shame, and muttered the word, "Yes". I then told Carla, I had told the three boys at the office that I was a nudist, in a failed attempt to lessen my shame. "PERFECT!", she declared. "What's perfect?", I asked, afraid of the answer Carla may give.

"The theatre class is over Amber, but Mr. Davis is still in the auditorium with the students. Let's go parade your naked ass in front of them before they leave", Carla excitedly said. As I said earlier, as much as I wanted to escape the indignity of being completely naked in front of the freshman high school boys, I wanted to experience the shame, humiliation and vulnerability one more time. I remained silent, knowing Carla would take the lead and have me in the presence of the boys in no time. She ripped off my robe as I played coy and protested, but not enough to keep her from her mission to have me totally exposed in front of the freshman class of fourteen-year-old boys.

"Oh, stop Amber. You know you want those dozens of impressionable young eyes to see you naked again. Telling them you are a nudist was brilliant. Now we don't need to explain why you're still naked", as she took my hand and led me down the dorm room building stairs and on to the auditorium without even as much as my sneakers for cover. The grass below my feet was a reminder of how utterly exposed I really was. We entered the auditorium and Carla held her grip on my hand until I was right in front of Mr. Davis and the boys. Mr. Davis again stared at my bald pussy, making me feel even more ashamed than before, since this time I was exposing my naked body to the boys on purpose.

Carla announced, "Boys. I need to talk with Mr. Davis for a moment. As I'm sure you are all aware by now, Amber is a nudist. Feel free to ask her any questions you may have concerning nudism and the nudist lifestyle", as she escorted Mr. Davis to the end of the stage. In that split second, Carla had set me up to be utterly humiliated by the boys and their questions. After all, I wasn't a nudist so how was I supposed to answer their questions on the subject. As it turned out, they fired their questions so fast, I didn't have time to answer them. "What's it like to be naked when no one else is? Do you get embarrassed?" "Why do you shave your vagina?" "Can you go shopping naked if you're a nudist?" "Do you wear clothes when it's cold out?" "Will we see you naked in town?"

The boys' questions kept coming as I noticed Mr. Davis and Carla were enjoying watching me in my predicament, based on the smiles plastered across their faces. I tried to appear confident as I stood there naked, but emotionally I was once again reduced to a blubbering naked mess. Although I was tempted to run away in shame, I was soaked between my legs as the boys kept firing their questions at me. I couldn't understand why the shame and humiliation was getting me so sexually aroused, but I was unable to deny the overwhelming sense of vulnerability had me wanting the encounter to continue.

Mr. Davis and Carla unknowingly granted me my depraved desire as they had the boys' two teachers join them. All four of the adults headed up the ramp towards the exit doors, leaving me stranded there, totally naked with the dozens of ogling young teenage boys, completely soaked between my legs and trying to come up with answers to their questions. Carla called down, saying, "Amber. Why don't you show the boys around while we discuss their rolls in the upcoming production, as she, Mr. Davis and the two teachers all walked out the exit doors.

All of my instincts along with every fiber of my being were telling me to join Carla and the others, but I was unable to pry myself away from the staring eyes of the fully clothed boys. Instead of covering my tits and pussy with my hands in shame as I should have, I put them on my hips allowing the boys to see every inch of my naked physique. I was so horny I was afraid I might have an orgasm right there in front of the entire all boy freshman class. I was trying to take my mind off the exorbitant amount of titillation I was experiencing when one of the boys said, "You never answered my question. How come you shave your pussy?" "You watch your mouth young man!", I barked. He simply replied, "Oh, I'm sorry. I meant your vagina". "Yeah. And why are your nipples sticking out farther that they were before?", another boy called out.

I fell apart emotionally and covered my pussy in shame, as the boys all started laughing at me. Between the boys' laughter and the fact that my hands were already shielding my pussy, the moan I let out as I gritted my teeth, and the massive orgasm I had right there in front of them, went unnoticed. An irrepressible sense of shame came over me as the boys continued laughing at me while I struggled not to fall over as my legs became wobbly. "What sort of warped person has an orgasm while she is totally naked in public? An orgasm that was brought on by public humiliation, right in front of dozens of ninth grade male students?", I thought, as I was now feeling thoroughly ashamed of myself, and the woman I had become. I tried to pull myself together, but I felt my own juices slipping through my fingers that were covering my pussy and was worried the boys might notice.

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Can't wait to see what happens next