Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Posted: Fri May 01, 2020 12:49 pm
Thornwood Episode II – School Pride
by ribeye98
Part 1
Rachel woke after a fitful night of sleep. Maybe it was the strange bedroom. Maybe it was nervous tension due to starting school the previous day. Maybe it was some kind of sexual tension. Perhaps she should have worn her nightgown after all. It seemed like a good idea last night. For some reason she had slipped it off and hung it on the hook behind her door. Slowly the sleepiness faded from her eyes and she started to get her bearings. Then she bolted upright in bed.
“OH MY GOD!” Memories of yesterday came flooding into her head. “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.”
**What did I do? Did I really….? The tryout! Coach Ron…Tommy…ERIC!
“Oh my God”
She pulled the sheets over her head and lay back down willing herself to wake up for real and end the hallucination. But it wasn’t something she could wake up from. She was already awake. The heavy pit in her stomach was very real. When that didn’t work, she rolled into a ball and closed her eyes. Like a child trying to make the scary monster go away. But that didn’t work either.
After several minutes of adamant denial the reality that she had actually done all those things fell over her. Wishing it away was not going to achieve anything so she moved on to bargaining with herself. She started by telling herself she was not a child anymore.
** So what if I let Eric watch me masturbate yesterday? It’s my body. I am a maturing young adult. I’m free to do what I want. I can handle a little adversity in life. I WILL face him with my head held high. Then I’ll move to Antarctica and become a hermit!
The personal pep talk was not going well. Each time she tried to form a thought or plan of action a scene from yesterday would appear and shatter it. First it was the picture of her standing before Coach Ron with everything exposed. That was the first time any man other than a doctor had seen her budding body in as long as she could remember.
Budding was the proper word to describe her body too. She squeezed her legs together in the bed and recalled how her naked pussy lips were the only things concealing the intimacies within.
She tried not to think about that and shifted to the tryout. That was actually a good memory. Her exposed state didn’t seem so bad once she got near the pool. She mused about the other swimmers in their various uniforms, and Ellie who practically idolized her. It was a crazy tryout for everyone. The guys wearing the sack over their genitals with the drawstring around their waste brought a smile to her face. She thought about how her state best performance in the freestyle had vindicated the cold, cold months of training up north.
Just when she was starting to relax, the word “cold” snapped her back to that hot sidewalk outside the school and the embarrassing walk home with Ellie. The weather down south was so hot even at night. How could she have slept comfortably in much more than her bare skin? She remembered the baking asphalt and her dance across the road.
Just to be safe Rachel pulled her feet up to confirm there was no permanent damage to her sensitive soles. They looked fine, just like the rest of her. She looked over her body. The oil had faded away, leaving her skin mostly milky white. She was impressed that her skin had survived the day with only the slightest hint of a tan.
The word “tan” brought her back to the lounger by the pool; another good memory. That moment had changed the way she looked at Eric. It had to have changed the way he looked at her, too. She had shared something so intimate with him. It still wasn’t clear in her mind if she had chosen to do it or been forced by the situation. Regardless, the memory of that moment caused her body to respond by making a persistent and growing request for attention. She was incredulous by her body’s actions.
**Haven’t you had enough? Settle down girl. You just did that yesterday in front of….
But she hadn’t. She didn’t get the chance to finish the job in front of Eric. She tried to think back to the last time she had climaxed which caused the image of her outside Tommy’s house to break in.
“Oh my God”
What Eric saw was one thing, but the situation with Tommy was completely different. She didn’t really know him. Yet she had intentionally posed outside his house. She had stood there fantasizing about him seeing and touching her naked boobs. It was a different kind of thrill knowing she wasn’t supposed to be there. Was she trying to get caught? If she had kept walking she could have avoided the close call under the tree. But she had stayed, almost too long. And the rush afterward had brought her body to the brink of climax; past the brink really if not for those damn kids on their bicycles. Then she remembered the webcam and sitting at the computer in her barely there nightgown. Oh how close she had come to exposing herself to Tommy again!
She looked at her borrowed nightgown hanging on the hook behind the door. The response she usually got when a grown man saw her was multiplied in the looks she received from Eric’s dad last night. For him to see her in only that little nightgown was a little unnerving, but a man like that was going to lust over her no matter what she was wearing. She cracked a smile at how he had gone out of his way all evening to watch her. The sight was probably driving him crazy. Of course, he would never try anything. He was too concerned with his political career to make a stupid mistake like that, especially with his own wife right there. But a little teasing would be harmless. She might even have some fun making him squirm.
All the recalling got Rachel’s mind working. Now awake, she started to deal with the problem at hand. Today was Friday; School Pride Day at Thornwood. Participation was mandatory for the swim team. It would be nice to stay on the team if possible, but going to school in her uniform was out of the question. Outside the context of a swimming pool, she was just a naked girl wearing gloves and a weird cap. She was proud of her body and proud of being on the swim team, but school spirit only extended so far. She drew the line at attending class with her naked body on display like that. Maybe she could transfer to another school. Even though most of the tryouts were over, surely if she were allowed to tryout she could make a good impression.
Her pussy twitched. Her body wasn’t going to let her get distracted from what was most urgent. Rachel attributed some of her current problems to lack of clear thinking. She had been aroused all day yesterday. Her arousal had made her do things she would normally never consider.
**This sexual awakening stuff is powerful…and dangerous** she thought as her hand slid into place. After all she had been through, here she was about to start another bate session and she hadn’t even got out of bed yet! There was only one way to get the hormones coursing through her system under control. If she didn’t there was no telling what trouble she would get into today. Unfortunately, she never got that chance and another long day of trouble began right on cue..
Part 2
Rachel’s bate session had barely started before another bodily urge began rising within her. She tried to suppress it, but it proved to be just as persistent as her arousal. She had to pee. She had put off her climax this long and decided it would have to wait. A few more minutes wouldn’t kill her. So she reclaimed the will over her hands and rolled out of bed.
She had to decide if she would put on the nightgown or risk going naked. It was kind of fun to think how only yesterday she went to the bathroom naked and peeked in Eric’s room on the way. He had been asleep so didn’t know, but she saw the tent in his boxers. Her fantasy was to walk in naked to his room and start giving him a blow job. Warmth spread down her body just thinking about his boxers and the throbbing mystery inside.
Out of the corner of her eye a piece of paper slid off the bed onto the floor. She walked over and picked it up. It was the email from Coach Ron. She tried to think back to last night. She had been so tired while reading it and fell asleep before finishing. Eric’s mom must have set it on her bed to read in the morning. It didn’t matter now that she was going to be kicked off the team, but she was still curious what it said. She ignored the urging from her bladder and sat down on the bed to find her place. After backtracking a little, she found the part where she had started nodding off.
“…You should be proud to be a part of something so extraordinary. I have extraordinary plans for this team. I want all of you to be committed to joining me in the journey.
The first practice will be tomorrow after school. We will start by touring the facilities. We are fortunate to have one of the best high school aquatic facilities in the nation which will give us a great competitive advantage. Due to the generous support of our program sponsors, we are able to afford the best training equipment and supplies. This support even allows us to cover the cost of travel and uniforms.
Speaking of uniforms, I am sorry that the shipment of warm-up outfits and training shoes did not arrive in time for the tryout. I have just received the boxes and will be sorting them tonight. You may pick up your warm-up in my office before school tomorrow.
I will be sending out a more detailed schedule soon, but you should already be committed to after school practice every day and Saturday events. Like the tryout, all practices will be closed to non-team members.
If you have any further questions, feel free to email them or stop by my office. My door is always open.
Coach Ron – Thornwood varsity swim coach”
Rachel was floored. She had totally forgotten about the warm-ups you wear over your swimsuit. She re-read the email three times to make sure she wasn’t missing a catch. On the third pass she allowed a glimmer of hope to spark within her.
**If I can make it to school in my uniform, I can wear my warm-up to School Pride Day and be home free! It even comes with matching shoes!
Now Rachel was standing. The excitement of being on the swim team was coming back. Knowing that the practices would be closed was a relief, too. The thrill of getting to train on all that state of the art equipment was building again. Sure, there was the potential for problems walking to school in nothing but her suit, but she rationalized it all away as a small price to pay. She could wear her backpack like Ellie had done and borrow some shoes to cross the hot road. So what if someone saw more than they should for a moment? She was a proud member of the Thornwood Varsity swim team on her way to School Pride Day. Rachel screamed with joy into her pillow to avoid waking everyone.
Her stomach rumbled. The stress knot was loosening. She had barely eaten anything yesterday and now hunger pangs were competing with her need to pee. Rachel excitedly pulled on her nightgown and opened the door. Her two bodily urges; hunger and bladder were strong. But arousal was not about to give up that easily.
The wave of horniness hit her as she stepped into the hall. All the excitement did not change the fact that she was barely dressed in Eric’s house. It also didn’t help that his door was open. But she had just been saved from an impossible predicament. Weather from excitement, relief, horniness or just young curiosity, Rachel needed another peek at Eric.
She tiptoed to his door appreciating how silent her nightgown was. It practically floated behind her. He was sleeping with his sheets once again bunched around him. He was only wearing boxers; it was too hot to sleep in much else around here. There was the bulge and even a slight gap at the fly. She could only see hints of what was inside which served to nudge her arousal and curiosity higher.
It took the highest degree of self control to keep Rachel’s hands in check. One was resting on her thigh threatening to move in at the first sign of weakness. She forced the other one behind her back and grabbed her other elbow. Keeping her hands from attacking her body caused her chest to strain against the sheer fabric of her nightgown.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip to suppress a whimper. Her pussy was throbbing. She desperately wanted to see what was in those boxers. If she didn’t leave soon, she was certain to do something she would regret. She stood there trying to calm down enough to quietly back away. She didn’t even notice him waking up.
Eric woke to see Rachel in his doorway with her eyes closed wearing her borrowed transparent nightgown. He could get used to this kind of view first thing in the morning. He had taken care of business last night. But at his age, his member was ready to go anytime. At the vision before him his usual morning wood became rock hard and started flexing up and down in anticipation. Still mostly asleep, he mumbled “good morning, Rach.” Her blush was the topping on the cake.
She jumped at his words. Her breasts jiggled under the sheer fabric of her nightgown. Her pink nipples were at attention and trying to burst through the mesh pouches restraining them. Eric wanted to reach down to adjust his boxers. But he didn’t know weather to cover up or start jacking off so he just lay there and waited.
“……I…I was just…wanting to tell you….thanks again, for last night.” Rachel stumbled over her words and scooted near the door frame. Part of her wanted to back around the corner and hide her obvious arousal. But he had already seen so much yesterday and she couldn’t take her eyes off him…another awkward silence.
Rachel watched Eric’s erection throbbing causing the front fold of his boxers to open and close and giving enticing glimpses of his impressive package. Only a single button in the middle kept his member from escaping its cage. Rachel absently licked her lips. An image formed in Eric’s sleepy mind of her kneeling beside his bed pulling his boxers down. He still wasn’t sure he was awake. This had to be a dream. If it was a dream, that was how it would turn out. There was only one way to find out so he moved the scene forward, “no problem.”
Rachel jumped again. She was so focused on his boxers; she forgot he was even awake. He might even be talking in his sleep, she reasoned. The embarrassment of being caught peeping into his Eric’s room caught up to Rachel and now she suddenly wanted to end the conversation and get out of there. She said, “Well, see you at breakfast”, and pulled the door closed not waiting for a reply. Then she rushed into the bathroom and locked the door anxious to get the encounter behind her. The full length mirror was waiting for her as she turned toward the toilet.
“OH MY GOD!”
It was the first time Rachel had seen her reflection while wearing her nightgown. She had imagined it as just like wearing her swimsuit. But the image in front of her was worse because this nightgown was designed to be sexy. It succeeded in every area. The latch on her chest pulled her breasts together creating an impressive cleavage. Usually cleavage is tempting because it conceals what lies below. But this outfit provided no such cover. The cleavage was only decoration on top of the real prize. The lower curves of her breasts were on full display with her bright nipples leading the way. The sensation of being encased like a bra was shattered. This had the opposite effect of a bra.
The material spread out as it went down her tummy and stopped short of her waist. Like a curtain pulling back on a stage presenting her bare mound as the main attraction.
**Did I really wear this nightgown all night last night in front of Eric’s family? Surely it wasn’t that bad. At least I wasn’t so aroused last night.
She wracked her brain to remember if she had exposed her pussy to Eric’s dad. She rationalized that Eric was OK because of the pool. His mom was a woman so not as big a deal there. But did Eric’s dad ever get a good look?
**He certainly looked plenty of times. But did he get a really good, straight on look at my pussy?
A shock up her spine brought her back to the mirror. Her hand was pinching and kneading her left nipple through the fabric. She had to slap it away with her other hand to get it to stop. Angry at her own depravity, pulled away from the mirror and sat down to pee. It took a while to calm her arousal enough to relax. When she did her stomach growling came back stronger.
**Did I really say ‘see you at breakfast’ to Eric?
The last thing she wanted to do right now was go down to breakfast in this nightgown and sit with Eric. She could put her uniform on, but she would be wearing that all day under her warm-up. Her hair didn’t like that idea. She could stay in her room until time for school and skip breakfast, but her stomach didn’t like that idea at all. She would have to sneak down and grab a bite before Eric got up. Then she could come back upstairs and take her shower while he ate breakfast.
Meanwhile, Eric had fully awoken. He didn’t understand why Rachel would stand in his doorway while he slept, but he was disappointed that it wasn’t a dream. Most teen boys would fantasize about something like that. He was not going to waste the fantasy either. Hi boxers hit the floor as he grabbed his laptop making sure to lock the door on the way and started up the video of Rachel by the pool. Yes, if he couldn’t have his dream come true, he could at least have his second best choice. This would be a great start to his Friday.
Rachel finished in the bathroom then tiptoed down the hall. Eric’s door was still closed. She didn’t hear snoring, but she didn’t hear music either. She hurried past and down the stairs just in case. The warm sun streamed through the glass back door. It was going to be another scorcher. Thankful for A/C she stepped onto the cold kitchen tile toward the refrigerator. She could heat some food if she had to, but hoped to find something quicker like a granola bar or fruit.
As she opened the refrigerator, a blast of cold air hit her body. Her nipples stiffened into points. She instinctively reached up with both hands to protect them from the cold. It felt good to have an excuse to cup her breasts. She was still amazed how fast they had grown. It wasn’t very long ago that she wore padded bras. Now her boobs had outgrown every bra and outfit she owned. It was even impossible to contain them in her hands. She kept massaging as she looked for food. The cold air from the fridge blew over her skin raising goose bumps all over her body. It was a simple reminder of how exposed she was in this nightgown.
She was about to give up and move to the pantry when she noticed the pizza box. It was the leftovers from the pizza Eric had ordered yesterday. Cold pizza sounded perfect about now. She was so happy she didn’t even stop to contemplate who had delivered it. She grabbed the box, closed the fridge and looked around for a plate.
Rachel had helped Eric’s mom wash the dishes last night, but wasn’t around to help put them away. She would have to search around. She began carefully opening cabinets without luck. Her stomach complained at her for taking so long. Distracted by her hunger she let a cabinet door slam shut. The noise halted her for a moment before she chastised herself for being scared. Eric’s dad would sure get a thrill from seeing her like this. She thought how fun it would be to tease him. Too bad he was already at work by now.
Eric’s mom was probably around. So what if she caught Rachel sneaking a snack for breakfast? It’s not like Rachel was sneaking around the house naked. She was wearing the nightgown Eric’s mom had loaned her. Sure it was revealing, but she should be proud of how good she looked in it.
Rachel took a moment to spin in place, letting the material fly up around her. She felt like a ballerina. All girls love tutus. This was just a sexy tutu nightgown.
**Erotic eveningwear for the adult ballerina.
Rachel mused at the thought. The next door she opened contained the much sought after plates. They were on the very top shelf where she couldn’t reach. She could try to find a stool or grab a chair from the dining room. Or she might just reach it if she stood up on the tips of her toes and stretched out completely.
That was a big mistake…
Part 3
Eric’s dad turned the corner of the kitchen to a magnificent sight before him. The same angel who had tempted him all last evening was here dressed in the same nightie. Rachel was balancing on the edge of the counter with her toes just lifting off the ground. Both hands were high above her head, her leg muscles flexing to stretch out. From this angle he could not see between her legs, but the side view of her nearly nude body was enough to take his breath away.
Her bare legs were fully extended all the way up to her tight rounded cheeks. She was slightly leaning over the counter which ensured her entire backside was fully on display. Her flat stomach led up to those unbelievable tits. Her slender frame made them look even larger. But due to the miracle of youth they did not hang down. Instead they stood out proud and full capped by those enticing light pink nipples.
The tanning oil had faded from her white skin; the pornographic angel being replaced by a more innocent looking teenager. He could get used to this kind of view first thing in the morning. He drank in her body once more before disrupting the scene, “Good morning, Rachel”.
Rachel startled at his voice and dropped the plate she was pulling down. It fell into pieces on the floor. She looked over to see Eric’s dad smiling at her from the doorway. The thought of teasing him flew out the window and she just wanted to cover her body. She started to turn toward him, then thought better of it and turned away. She wanted to run out of the room, but the floor was littered with glass shards from the broken plate. So she just stood there uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot.
Eric’s dad watched her sway. The nightgown did nothing to conceal her body. No matter how she stood she was flashing something to his hungry eyes. With that body she was going to make some lucky bastard very happy someday. In the mean time it was his to enjoy. She spoke “Hi…Mr. G. Sorry about the plate. I’ll clean it up.”
“Please, call me Richard. I’ll get the broom.”
Because of the glass shards and her bare feet, Rachel could only stand in place while Richard went into the other room. While he retrieved the broom, Rachel pulled her arms up around her. She tried to find an unrevealing pose, but simply didn’t have enough arms. How stupid she had been to think it would be fun to tease Eric’s dad!
**This is so humiliating!
Richard returned and passed Rachel the broom. Then he crouched down to hold the dustpan for her. It took several passes to get all the shards of glass. Rachel did her best to turn away from Richard as she swept. She didn’t want him seeing her private parts. She couldn’t help that her bare bottom was facing him at eye level, but that was better than the alternative. When she finished sweeping she thanked him for helping then she said something she immediately regretted. Just being polite by offering, it was stupid as soon as she said “Do you want some cold pizza?”
“I’d love some, thank you. And some juice. I’ll take it by the pool.” Richard responded instantly. He walked through the dining room and out the back door; smiling the whole way.
Rachel was stunned. She was hoping to get back up to her room and eat her own pizza. Now she had to serve Richard breakfast in her nightgown.
**Doesn’t he have to get to work or something?
Richard had already eaten breakfast. In fact, he was running very late for work. He had overslept due to the wild night in bed with his wife. But he wasn’t about to miss a chance to spend time with Rachel and her nightie. He sat down at the breakfast table by the pool and shifted his own erection. Having this girl around was better than Viagra. His wife sure seemed satisfied last night, and he was already good to go another round.
Rachel stood at the back door holding the tray of cold pizza with the glass of juice for Richard. But her legs wouldn’t move. She was having trouble convincing herself to step outside. Wearing this revealing nightgown all over Eric’s house was one thing, but stepping outside in broad daylight turned out to be too scary of a proposition.
She was stuck there because of her moment of stupid courtesy. Fortunately, her active imagination gradually came up with a workaround. It started as more of a coping mechanism than a real way of dealing with it, but it would allow her to get through it. As she stood there, she built up a story in her mind.
Since she was forced to serve Richard his food, she fancied herself a family maid in medieval times. Her outfit was explained because she was so poor. She couldn’t afford a proper maid outfit and so was forced to wear these rags like Cinderella. The master of the estate fancied her and gave her the privilege of serving breakfast. Instead of pizza and juice by the pool, it was pork and ale by the moat. She set the tray down and grabbed a strip of cloth from a drawer to tie her hair up. It wasn’t much but it would help her with the illusion.
Then she put on her brightest smile and stepped out the backdoor, “Breakfast is served!” She tried to sound enthusiastic, but her knees were weak. She feared she would drop the tray and make another mess. Her mind didn’t like being outside in her nightgown…rags. She forced herself back into character and started walking. Richard turned to see Rachel wearing a tie in her hair and a big smile. Her body glowed in the bright sunlight. She walked up beside him and sat everything down in place. Then she curtsied and said, “Can I get you anything else, sir?”
It drove Richard crazy. She was standing so close to him, he wanted to reach out and touch her smooth skin. He didn’t quite know how to respond to the curtsey. But it was damned adorable! He just said “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Yes sir. I was just serving you first.”
“It’s….Richard” he was about to explode. Why was she calling him sir?
“Yes Richard” Rachel turned back inside to eat her own breakfast. She swayed her hips as she walked feeling his eyes on her undulating ass. She had found a way to tease Richard. Her hormones overruled her mind and she started to like the situation.
When she got back inside, her hand shot up to her breast. It took a few moments before she regained control and went over to eat. She thought of the dumbstruck look on his face when she served him. After two slices, she decided to check on Richard. She was having so much fun flirting; she almost pulled her nightgown off for this second round, but her mind stopped her. That would probably go beyond simple teasing. Besides, this was part of her costume. She would just have to think of some other way to tease.
She grabbed the pitcher of ‘ale’ and headed outside back in character. Richard had emptied his glass, but not his plate. She stood across the table from him with her feet apart and leaned over to fill his glass. The view was spectacular. Richard’s jaw dropped as her melons hung over the table. He imagined what it would be like to squeeze them or to lick those candy nipples. Directly between her breasts, he could look down her flat stomach and just see the top of her hairless cleft. It took his breath away when she looked him in the eye and said “Is there anything else I can do for you, Richard?”
He could only manage to shake his head no, unable to utter a word. With another curtsey she was gone back inside. Richard couldn’t wait to get home to his wife that evening. For some reason he had some role playing on his mind.
Rachel burst up the stairs toward the bathroom. She had just flirted with a grown man. Sure it was in character, but he didn’t know that. She heard music from Eric’s room as she passed. She was still grinning at the look on Richard’s face as she started a cold shower. When she finished, she decided to shave her legs. It barely needed it but she wanted to look good for her first swim practice. She was an expert at shaving so it went quickly. She got a few jolts as she carefully shaved her pussy lips. But by now she was starting to focus on getting ready for school. She would have to put that off until tonight. Just as she was drying off, she got a knock. Eric called through the door, “Rachel, are you coming down for breakfast?”
“Not today. I already ate.” she opened the door with her towel wrapped around her and a smile. Normally, she would be too embarrassed to be seen by Eric wearing only a towel. Compared to her nightgown this felt like a blanket. Flashing the tops of her boobs was nothing by now. It felt good to have such confidence in her body. He mumbled “ok” as she proudly walked past him to her room.
Once inside, Rachel focused more urgently on the task at hand. She had to walk to school in her revealing uniform because of School Pride Day, but there was a normal warm-up uniform waiting for her when she got there. A twitch in her pussy reminded her that they would probably walk to school with Tommy again. She made a plan.
She dropped her towel and pulled on the clear belt of her swim uniform. Before she put on her swim cap, she remembered the nightgown. She didn’t want to make Mrs. G angry, so she opened the door and ran back to the bathroom. She was now naked, but willing to risk the exposure because Eric was downstairs eating breakfast. It was kind of thrilling to run around his house naked again.
She might not be so thrilled if she had any idea what lay in store for her…
Part 4
Back in her room, Rachel hung up the nightgown on the hook behind the door and put her swim cap on. Before donning her gloves, she adjusted the straps of her backpack to their longest length to wear it Ellie style and help cover her boobs. With the straps loosened the pack sat low on her bottom which helped cover her from behind.
She pulled the straps together in front and carefully set them on her nipples. Her boobs were much larger than Ellie’s and they bulged out on both sides of the straps. Once her gloves were on, she didn’t have much control over the straps either. She rested one hand on a strap to help steady it. She would have to keep the other gloved hand between her legs to cover her front. The webbed fingers and stiff material spread out to create a pretty good covering down there. No different than wearing a bikini, she reasoned.
As ready as she’d ever be, Rachel opened the door for her walk to school. She just had to stay focused on getting to Coach Ron’s office in the girls locker room of the aquatic facility, then her ordeal would be over.
At the first step down the stairs her backpack shifted. Both straps slid completely off her boobs. Her nipples sprang free like they were just waiting for the misstep. Rachel had to use both hands to fix her straps which left her pussy exposed. Getting the straps back in place was difficult because of the restrictive movement of her gloves. The whole exercise was futile because the straps slipped off again on the next stair. She gave up and walked down exposed. Richard had left for work, thankfully. Eric was outside eating breakfast. So once she reached level ground she had time to adjust her straps before continuing.
Eric’s mom was awake by now and gave Rachel her motherly smile. She was in a good mood for some reason. She had read the email from Coach Ron and pieced together the girl’s plan. If Rachel could walk home yesterday in that uniform, she could follow the path in reverse just as easily today.
Rachel went outside to see Eric dressed for school and waiting. Before they left, she asked to borrow some shoes from Eric. She vividly remembered her dance across the hot asphalt and didn’t want a repeat performance. She wasn’t about to borrow from his mom; too afraid she would bring out stiletto heels or something. Eric agreed to help and after a minute came back down with sandals.
Even with the adjustable straps Eric’s shoes were too big for her. It only took a few steps for her to stumble and lose balance. Her backpack shifted again pulling both straps off her breasts and she had to put her hands down to catch herself. This setup was worse than a bikini. Bikinis mostly stayed where they were placed. This was exposing her entire body at every opportunity. She thought of Tommy again and decided going barefoot was the safer route. The southern sun had not baked the roads yet, so she left the sandals there and planed to wear the training shoes when she got to school.
Tommy was waiting outside as they approached his house. Eric was several paces ahead of Rachel who was being extra careful to avoid another exposure. Tommy didn’t mind. He had to talk to Eric privately anyway. He was excited to see that Rachel was wearing her uniform even though she had a glove over her crotch and straps over her breasts. He said “hi” to her and pulled up next to Eric. Rachel kept a slow even pace with her bare feet and pounding heart. Hoping she had not made a big mistake. She only relaxed a little as the boys started to pull away from her.
Tommy was angry with Eric, “dude, why didn’t you call me yesterday?! You said you were going to send me a video of Rachel by the pool. But I didn’t hear anything. I was trying to call you all evening.” He opened his phone to show off his wallpaper. It was the picture Eric had sent him of Rachel tanning by the pool naked with her arms over her chest.
“Put that away!” Eric had decided against sending the video to Tommy. It would crush Rachel if he shared that intimate moment with anyone else. Even the way Tommy was flaunting her picture made him nervous. “I’m not sending you the video. I changed my mind.”
“WHAT? Dude, you’re a greedy bastard. You can’t leave me hanging like that. Hook me up, bro.” Tommy looked back to see the girl behind them wearing nothing but a backpack. She was walking so carefully to keep everything in place. He would give anything for a freak wind gust to knock her off balance, but it remained calm.
“Forget the video. It’s not that great anyway” Eric lied and tried to change the subject. “Ultimate War 3 just came out. We should pick up a copy and play it tonight at your house.” Tommy reluctantly shifted his attention back to the conversation. They talked about the new cheerleader uniform rumors going around. Tommy would rather talk about Rachel, but this was a good alternate topic.
As they neared the school, Rachel found her steps getting slower and slower. Was she really going to walk into her school wearing nothing but a backpack and gloves for cover? On the surface, it sounded insane. The sense of dread was building in her stomach. She rallied her resolve by thinking about School Pride Day. She should not be ashamed of a professional uniform. Most of all she just had to get to Coach Ron’s office where a warm-up and shoes were waiting for her.
A terrible thought struck her. She had been stuck with this uniform in the first place because her mom was late to sign the release form. By the time she got to the boxes, this style was the only one left. What if she got to Coach Ron’s office and all the warm-ups were taken? That quickened her pace. She branched off from Eric and Tommy’s route and angled toward the entrance closest to the aquatic center; her anxiety building with each step…
Part 5
Principal Robinson hated School Pride Day. In fact, it was probably his least favorite day of the year. This year was shaping up to be no different. He didn’t know when the tradition had started but he vowed to end it next year. The first thing it did was highlight the difference between students with specific talents and those with none. That created inevitable animosity. The bullies were on high alert and hunting for trouble and the noise levels in the halls were higher than they should be. He was standing in the main hallway, which was more like a zoo about now, trying to maintain order.
On top of that were the uniforms themselves. Every year, someone would file a complaint about one of the teams’ uniforms. Usually it was a parent whose daughter didn’t make the cheerleading squad. As usual, the cheerleading uniforms this year had pushed the envelope. Dozens of teenage cheerleaders showed up to school wearing their thin satin halter tops. Because they were a backless design which didn't hide bra straps very well, they had decided as a team to go without bras. The girls loved all the commotion, but it just meant more work for Principal Robinson.
The Earth Friends Club had decided on today to stage a protest. Those little hippies in training had shown up wearing oil soaked animal skins in protest of the recent oil spill or something. He couldn’t send them home because they were ‘exercising their constitutional right to peaceful protest’ but the greasy mess they had left caused almost as big a commotion as the cheerleaders. The band members showed up in their full polyester dress uniform. Two had already fainted from the heat and were waiting in his office to be sent home.
Then there was the swim team. Several of the parents of last year’s team had already met with him about the new coach. He pretended to listen, but wrote it off to bitterness about the changes this year. Eventually, they went over his head to the school board. He was actually glad about that; one less problem for him. He would just do whatever the board decided. But when one of the swim team members showed up to School Pride Day with his ass exposed and his junk in a bag and another girl in a suit with her entire chest exposed had a breakdown, it became his problem. He called Coach Ron who assured him he would get things under control. He warned Coach Ron that the school board would get things under control very quickly if he didn’t.
It was into that circus Rachel walked as she entered the school. The first and last day of school are usually the loudest, but today was even louder. She was thankful for all the distractions. Without them a naked girl walking into the school would be the topic of the day for everyone. She did get a few weird looks from some students, but quickly made it the short distance to the aquatic center without incident.
Coach Ron noticed his favorite swimmer enter the locker room and get in line to receive her warm-up. He wasn’t sure if she would actually show up. She was using her backpack and gloves to cover the important parts, but the parts that were showing were amazing. Most of the other members had already come through and he was getting to the end of his last box.
Rachel noticed something weird while waiting in line. Thornwood’s school colors were red and white, but most of the warm-ups being handed out were blue and gold; the colors of Eastern Academy, Thornwood’s biggest rival. Coach Ron addressed the line again.
“I am sorry to report that there was a mix up with the uniform supply company. As you can clearly see, we were shipped the wrong colors. In addition, we did not receive the correct number of warm-ups, so we have had to ration them. I can assure you we will remedy the situation as quickly as possible and get true Thornwood red warm-ups. In the meantime you may wear these warm-ups to School Pride Day.”
There was a groan from the room but Rachel was relieved. She was terrified Coach Ron was about to say they ran out of warm-ups. She pushed to the front and Coach Ron greeted her. His memory of patting her butt came rushing back.
“I’m sorry about the warm-ups Rachel. This is all we have left.” He handed her a blue jacket with gold stripes. Although it was the wrong color, it looked like it would fit. She hesitantly slipped her backpack off onto the floor. Coach Ron tried not to stare at the nice view of her body as she took off her gloves to put on the jacket and work the snaps. The warm-up was designed to be conveniently pulled off for athletes so it had snaps up the front and back as well as up the arms. It actually pulled apart into four pieces. It was made of a lightweight and very thin material, like a windbreaker. There were no pockets. Her breasts jiggled freely underneath and her nipples poked out in front, but it did provide cover.
Rachel finished the snaps and looked up at Coach Ron expectantly waiting for the matching pants. He just stood there and watched as the realization slowly sunk in. They were out of pants. “I had to ration them, Rachel. There weren’t enough in the shipment so each member only got a top or a bottom. The boys mostly took the pants and shorts. All we have left are jackets.”
“But I can’t go to school in this!” Rachel raised her arms. The hem of the jacket shot up to her waist exposing everything.
“And why not?” Coach Ron held all the cards. It was only a matter of playing them one at a time. “You should be proud of your membership on the swim team. Today is a day to exhibit school spirit. No matter what color the team warm-ups are, you are all Thornwood red underneath.” He thought of the red blush under her jacket and contained a little smile before continuing. “We need to raise the profile of the swim team at Thornwood before we begin on the surrounding community. You are still wearing your swimsuit after all.”
**Raise the profile?! If I wear this to class, it will raise a lot more than profiles.
Coach Ron adopted a serious tone to play his trump, “Rachel, another student has already gone home. I had to dismiss her from the team. If you are unable to show pride in your team, we will have no place for you. You may stay here and decide, but I have to get back to work.” Coach Ron was understaffed.
He didn’t have his student assistants working yet and he only had one assistant coach. When he got the job, there were plenty of young assistant coaches at the athletic club back in Switzerland. They all wanted the chance to learn on the job in America. He had his pick of the applicants and had specifically chosen Johanna. She spoke passable English and was willing to work hard, but had a timid personality. Because she had no prior knowledge of American customs, she followed Coach Ron’s lead and didn’t question his crazy decisions. The other assistant coach, a carryover from the previous staff, quit not long after Coach Ron arrived. Being shorthanded kept him busy on days like this but he could handle it.
Rachel’s mind was spinning. She had to get a grip. Her options were limited. If she asked to go home, Coach Ron would kick her off the team and give her warm-up to another swimmer. That would leave her with the long, shameful walk home in nothing but her suit. She looked down at herself and thought about Coach Ron’s school spirit speech. Was she actually considering this? The thin jacket came down to her thigh like a miniskirt. That left her long legs completely bare all the way down to her feet.
Coach Ron watched out of the corner of his eye. He knew she was considering it when she started experimenting with her arms. She raised and lowered them to see how high she could reach before exposing something inappropriate. He loved the peep show; her little lower lips flashing almost every time she rose up.
She got his attention, “What about the shoes, coach?” Coach Ron smiled. The question meant she had convinced herself to wear the jacket to class.
“They are training shoes, designed to build muscle. They are only meant to be worn during workouts, but I suppose you can wear them today. It is School Pride Day, after all and at least they sent those in the right colors. What’s your size?” He acted like he was making a special exception for her. She brightened at that. At least she could be proud of her special training shoes.
He handed her a pair of the correct size. On top they looked like normal white tennis shoes with a red stripe. But the soles didn’t look like anything she had ever worn. They were very thick and rounded. After lacing them up she stood to take a step and almost fell over. The hard thick soles added four inches of height. In addition, they were designed to work your leg muscles as you walked. Rachel had to constantly adjust her stance to remain upright, flexing her shapely calf and thigh muscles. It was like standing on tennis balls. It would take days in these shoes to fully get the hang of it.
But Rachel didn’t have enough time. She was close to being late for class. She would have to learn it as she walked. So she got her backpack on and headed for the exit before she lost her nerve. As she stumbled to the door the backpack shifted a little and the straps of the jacket pulled tight across her chest. Two of the weak snaps popped open revealing the inner curves on her chest.
That was one of the problems she had with her gloves. It was almost impossible to reattach the snaps because she couldn’t use her fingers. With enough patience, she got her modesty back in place. There was nothing she could do about the little gaps between each snap. She could feel the air seeping into every gap and knew each one meant a little patch of her skin was showing. That was nothing compared to the skin showing on her legs. Because of the damn gloves, she couldn’t grab and hold her hemline down. There weren’t even pockets for her to place her hands in and weigh it down with.
All she could do was smooth it down with the palms of her hands. As she did, her hand reached out to feel the smooth skin of her upper thigh, but the gloves prevented even that. She snapped back to reality and chastised her hormones for the moment of weakness. Rachel was out of time, so she mustered all her school pride and stepped into the halls of Thornwood on her way to class.
All she could do now was keep her flattened hand ready to cover her crotch in an emergency and hope her ‘miniskirt’ jacket was long enough. She was about to find out…
by ribeye98
Part 1
Rachel woke after a fitful night of sleep. Maybe it was the strange bedroom. Maybe it was nervous tension due to starting school the previous day. Maybe it was some kind of sexual tension. Perhaps she should have worn her nightgown after all. It seemed like a good idea last night. For some reason she had slipped it off and hung it on the hook behind her door. Slowly the sleepiness faded from her eyes and she started to get her bearings. Then she bolted upright in bed.
“OH MY GOD!” Memories of yesterday came flooding into her head. “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.”
**What did I do? Did I really….? The tryout! Coach Ron…Tommy…ERIC!
“Oh my God”
She pulled the sheets over her head and lay back down willing herself to wake up for real and end the hallucination. But it wasn’t something she could wake up from. She was already awake. The heavy pit in her stomach was very real. When that didn’t work, she rolled into a ball and closed her eyes. Like a child trying to make the scary monster go away. But that didn’t work either.
After several minutes of adamant denial the reality that she had actually done all those things fell over her. Wishing it away was not going to achieve anything so she moved on to bargaining with herself. She started by telling herself she was not a child anymore.
** So what if I let Eric watch me masturbate yesterday? It’s my body. I am a maturing young adult. I’m free to do what I want. I can handle a little adversity in life. I WILL face him with my head held high. Then I’ll move to Antarctica and become a hermit!
The personal pep talk was not going well. Each time she tried to form a thought or plan of action a scene from yesterday would appear and shatter it. First it was the picture of her standing before Coach Ron with everything exposed. That was the first time any man other than a doctor had seen her budding body in as long as she could remember.
Budding was the proper word to describe her body too. She squeezed her legs together in the bed and recalled how her naked pussy lips were the only things concealing the intimacies within.
She tried not to think about that and shifted to the tryout. That was actually a good memory. Her exposed state didn’t seem so bad once she got near the pool. She mused about the other swimmers in their various uniforms, and Ellie who practically idolized her. It was a crazy tryout for everyone. The guys wearing the sack over their genitals with the drawstring around their waste brought a smile to her face. She thought about how her state best performance in the freestyle had vindicated the cold, cold months of training up north.
Just when she was starting to relax, the word “cold” snapped her back to that hot sidewalk outside the school and the embarrassing walk home with Ellie. The weather down south was so hot even at night. How could she have slept comfortably in much more than her bare skin? She remembered the baking asphalt and her dance across the road.
Just to be safe Rachel pulled her feet up to confirm there was no permanent damage to her sensitive soles. They looked fine, just like the rest of her. She looked over her body. The oil had faded away, leaving her skin mostly milky white. She was impressed that her skin had survived the day with only the slightest hint of a tan.
The word “tan” brought her back to the lounger by the pool; another good memory. That moment had changed the way she looked at Eric. It had to have changed the way he looked at her, too. She had shared something so intimate with him. It still wasn’t clear in her mind if she had chosen to do it or been forced by the situation. Regardless, the memory of that moment caused her body to respond by making a persistent and growing request for attention. She was incredulous by her body’s actions.
**Haven’t you had enough? Settle down girl. You just did that yesterday in front of….
But she hadn’t. She didn’t get the chance to finish the job in front of Eric. She tried to think back to the last time she had climaxed which caused the image of her outside Tommy’s house to break in.
“Oh my God”
What Eric saw was one thing, but the situation with Tommy was completely different. She didn’t really know him. Yet she had intentionally posed outside his house. She had stood there fantasizing about him seeing and touching her naked boobs. It was a different kind of thrill knowing she wasn’t supposed to be there. Was she trying to get caught? If she had kept walking she could have avoided the close call under the tree. But she had stayed, almost too long. And the rush afterward had brought her body to the brink of climax; past the brink really if not for those damn kids on their bicycles. Then she remembered the webcam and sitting at the computer in her barely there nightgown. Oh how close she had come to exposing herself to Tommy again!
She looked at her borrowed nightgown hanging on the hook behind the door. The response she usually got when a grown man saw her was multiplied in the looks she received from Eric’s dad last night. For him to see her in only that little nightgown was a little unnerving, but a man like that was going to lust over her no matter what she was wearing. She cracked a smile at how he had gone out of his way all evening to watch her. The sight was probably driving him crazy. Of course, he would never try anything. He was too concerned with his political career to make a stupid mistake like that, especially with his own wife right there. But a little teasing would be harmless. She might even have some fun making him squirm.
All the recalling got Rachel’s mind working. Now awake, she started to deal with the problem at hand. Today was Friday; School Pride Day at Thornwood. Participation was mandatory for the swim team. It would be nice to stay on the team if possible, but going to school in her uniform was out of the question. Outside the context of a swimming pool, she was just a naked girl wearing gloves and a weird cap. She was proud of her body and proud of being on the swim team, but school spirit only extended so far. She drew the line at attending class with her naked body on display like that. Maybe she could transfer to another school. Even though most of the tryouts were over, surely if she were allowed to tryout she could make a good impression.
Her pussy twitched. Her body wasn’t going to let her get distracted from what was most urgent. Rachel attributed some of her current problems to lack of clear thinking. She had been aroused all day yesterday. Her arousal had made her do things she would normally never consider.
**This sexual awakening stuff is powerful…and dangerous** she thought as her hand slid into place. After all she had been through, here she was about to start another bate session and she hadn’t even got out of bed yet! There was only one way to get the hormones coursing through her system under control. If she didn’t there was no telling what trouble she would get into today. Unfortunately, she never got that chance and another long day of trouble began right on cue..
Part 2
Rachel’s bate session had barely started before another bodily urge began rising within her. She tried to suppress it, but it proved to be just as persistent as her arousal. She had to pee. She had put off her climax this long and decided it would have to wait. A few more minutes wouldn’t kill her. So she reclaimed the will over her hands and rolled out of bed.
She had to decide if she would put on the nightgown or risk going naked. It was kind of fun to think how only yesterday she went to the bathroom naked and peeked in Eric’s room on the way. He had been asleep so didn’t know, but she saw the tent in his boxers. Her fantasy was to walk in naked to his room and start giving him a blow job. Warmth spread down her body just thinking about his boxers and the throbbing mystery inside.
Out of the corner of her eye a piece of paper slid off the bed onto the floor. She walked over and picked it up. It was the email from Coach Ron. She tried to think back to last night. She had been so tired while reading it and fell asleep before finishing. Eric’s mom must have set it on her bed to read in the morning. It didn’t matter now that she was going to be kicked off the team, but she was still curious what it said. She ignored the urging from her bladder and sat down on the bed to find her place. After backtracking a little, she found the part where she had started nodding off.
“…You should be proud to be a part of something so extraordinary. I have extraordinary plans for this team. I want all of you to be committed to joining me in the journey.
The first practice will be tomorrow after school. We will start by touring the facilities. We are fortunate to have one of the best high school aquatic facilities in the nation which will give us a great competitive advantage. Due to the generous support of our program sponsors, we are able to afford the best training equipment and supplies. This support even allows us to cover the cost of travel and uniforms.
Speaking of uniforms, I am sorry that the shipment of warm-up outfits and training shoes did not arrive in time for the tryout. I have just received the boxes and will be sorting them tonight. You may pick up your warm-up in my office before school tomorrow.
I will be sending out a more detailed schedule soon, but you should already be committed to after school practice every day and Saturday events. Like the tryout, all practices will be closed to non-team members.
If you have any further questions, feel free to email them or stop by my office. My door is always open.
Coach Ron – Thornwood varsity swim coach”
Rachel was floored. She had totally forgotten about the warm-ups you wear over your swimsuit. She re-read the email three times to make sure she wasn’t missing a catch. On the third pass she allowed a glimmer of hope to spark within her.
**If I can make it to school in my uniform, I can wear my warm-up to School Pride Day and be home free! It even comes with matching shoes!
Now Rachel was standing. The excitement of being on the swim team was coming back. Knowing that the practices would be closed was a relief, too. The thrill of getting to train on all that state of the art equipment was building again. Sure, there was the potential for problems walking to school in nothing but her suit, but she rationalized it all away as a small price to pay. She could wear her backpack like Ellie had done and borrow some shoes to cross the hot road. So what if someone saw more than they should for a moment? She was a proud member of the Thornwood Varsity swim team on her way to School Pride Day. Rachel screamed with joy into her pillow to avoid waking everyone.
Her stomach rumbled. The stress knot was loosening. She had barely eaten anything yesterday and now hunger pangs were competing with her need to pee. Rachel excitedly pulled on her nightgown and opened the door. Her two bodily urges; hunger and bladder were strong. But arousal was not about to give up that easily.
The wave of horniness hit her as she stepped into the hall. All the excitement did not change the fact that she was barely dressed in Eric’s house. It also didn’t help that his door was open. But she had just been saved from an impossible predicament. Weather from excitement, relief, horniness or just young curiosity, Rachel needed another peek at Eric.
She tiptoed to his door appreciating how silent her nightgown was. It practically floated behind her. He was sleeping with his sheets once again bunched around him. He was only wearing boxers; it was too hot to sleep in much else around here. There was the bulge and even a slight gap at the fly. She could only see hints of what was inside which served to nudge her arousal and curiosity higher.
It took the highest degree of self control to keep Rachel’s hands in check. One was resting on her thigh threatening to move in at the first sign of weakness. She forced the other one behind her back and grabbed her other elbow. Keeping her hands from attacking her body caused her chest to strain against the sheer fabric of her nightgown.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip to suppress a whimper. Her pussy was throbbing. She desperately wanted to see what was in those boxers. If she didn’t leave soon, she was certain to do something she would regret. She stood there trying to calm down enough to quietly back away. She didn’t even notice him waking up.
Eric woke to see Rachel in his doorway with her eyes closed wearing her borrowed transparent nightgown. He could get used to this kind of view first thing in the morning. He had taken care of business last night. But at his age, his member was ready to go anytime. At the vision before him his usual morning wood became rock hard and started flexing up and down in anticipation. Still mostly asleep, he mumbled “good morning, Rach.” Her blush was the topping on the cake.
She jumped at his words. Her breasts jiggled under the sheer fabric of her nightgown. Her pink nipples were at attention and trying to burst through the mesh pouches restraining them. Eric wanted to reach down to adjust his boxers. But he didn’t know weather to cover up or start jacking off so he just lay there and waited.
“……I…I was just…wanting to tell you….thanks again, for last night.” Rachel stumbled over her words and scooted near the door frame. Part of her wanted to back around the corner and hide her obvious arousal. But he had already seen so much yesterday and she couldn’t take her eyes off him…another awkward silence.
Rachel watched Eric’s erection throbbing causing the front fold of his boxers to open and close and giving enticing glimpses of his impressive package. Only a single button in the middle kept his member from escaping its cage. Rachel absently licked her lips. An image formed in Eric’s sleepy mind of her kneeling beside his bed pulling his boxers down. He still wasn’t sure he was awake. This had to be a dream. If it was a dream, that was how it would turn out. There was only one way to find out so he moved the scene forward, “no problem.”
Rachel jumped again. She was so focused on his boxers; she forgot he was even awake. He might even be talking in his sleep, she reasoned. The embarrassment of being caught peeping into his Eric’s room caught up to Rachel and now she suddenly wanted to end the conversation and get out of there. She said, “Well, see you at breakfast”, and pulled the door closed not waiting for a reply. Then she rushed into the bathroom and locked the door anxious to get the encounter behind her. The full length mirror was waiting for her as she turned toward the toilet.
“OH MY GOD!”
It was the first time Rachel had seen her reflection while wearing her nightgown. She had imagined it as just like wearing her swimsuit. But the image in front of her was worse because this nightgown was designed to be sexy. It succeeded in every area. The latch on her chest pulled her breasts together creating an impressive cleavage. Usually cleavage is tempting because it conceals what lies below. But this outfit provided no such cover. The cleavage was only decoration on top of the real prize. The lower curves of her breasts were on full display with her bright nipples leading the way. The sensation of being encased like a bra was shattered. This had the opposite effect of a bra.
The material spread out as it went down her tummy and stopped short of her waist. Like a curtain pulling back on a stage presenting her bare mound as the main attraction.
**Did I really wear this nightgown all night last night in front of Eric’s family? Surely it wasn’t that bad. At least I wasn’t so aroused last night.
She wracked her brain to remember if she had exposed her pussy to Eric’s dad. She rationalized that Eric was OK because of the pool. His mom was a woman so not as big a deal there. But did Eric’s dad ever get a good look?
**He certainly looked plenty of times. But did he get a really good, straight on look at my pussy?
A shock up her spine brought her back to the mirror. Her hand was pinching and kneading her left nipple through the fabric. She had to slap it away with her other hand to get it to stop. Angry at her own depravity, pulled away from the mirror and sat down to pee. It took a while to calm her arousal enough to relax. When she did her stomach growling came back stronger.
**Did I really say ‘see you at breakfast’ to Eric?
The last thing she wanted to do right now was go down to breakfast in this nightgown and sit with Eric. She could put her uniform on, but she would be wearing that all day under her warm-up. Her hair didn’t like that idea. She could stay in her room until time for school and skip breakfast, but her stomach didn’t like that idea at all. She would have to sneak down and grab a bite before Eric got up. Then she could come back upstairs and take her shower while he ate breakfast.
Meanwhile, Eric had fully awoken. He didn’t understand why Rachel would stand in his doorway while he slept, but he was disappointed that it wasn’t a dream. Most teen boys would fantasize about something like that. He was not going to waste the fantasy either. Hi boxers hit the floor as he grabbed his laptop making sure to lock the door on the way and started up the video of Rachel by the pool. Yes, if he couldn’t have his dream come true, he could at least have his second best choice. This would be a great start to his Friday.
Rachel finished in the bathroom then tiptoed down the hall. Eric’s door was still closed. She didn’t hear snoring, but she didn’t hear music either. She hurried past and down the stairs just in case. The warm sun streamed through the glass back door. It was going to be another scorcher. Thankful for A/C she stepped onto the cold kitchen tile toward the refrigerator. She could heat some food if she had to, but hoped to find something quicker like a granola bar or fruit.
As she opened the refrigerator, a blast of cold air hit her body. Her nipples stiffened into points. She instinctively reached up with both hands to protect them from the cold. It felt good to have an excuse to cup her breasts. She was still amazed how fast they had grown. It wasn’t very long ago that she wore padded bras. Now her boobs had outgrown every bra and outfit she owned. It was even impossible to contain them in her hands. She kept massaging as she looked for food. The cold air from the fridge blew over her skin raising goose bumps all over her body. It was a simple reminder of how exposed she was in this nightgown.
She was about to give up and move to the pantry when she noticed the pizza box. It was the leftovers from the pizza Eric had ordered yesterday. Cold pizza sounded perfect about now. She was so happy she didn’t even stop to contemplate who had delivered it. She grabbed the box, closed the fridge and looked around for a plate.
Rachel had helped Eric’s mom wash the dishes last night, but wasn’t around to help put them away. She would have to search around. She began carefully opening cabinets without luck. Her stomach complained at her for taking so long. Distracted by her hunger she let a cabinet door slam shut. The noise halted her for a moment before she chastised herself for being scared. Eric’s dad would sure get a thrill from seeing her like this. She thought how fun it would be to tease him. Too bad he was already at work by now.
Eric’s mom was probably around. So what if she caught Rachel sneaking a snack for breakfast? It’s not like Rachel was sneaking around the house naked. She was wearing the nightgown Eric’s mom had loaned her. Sure it was revealing, but she should be proud of how good she looked in it.
Rachel took a moment to spin in place, letting the material fly up around her. She felt like a ballerina. All girls love tutus. This was just a sexy tutu nightgown.
**Erotic eveningwear for the adult ballerina.
Rachel mused at the thought. The next door she opened contained the much sought after plates. They were on the very top shelf where she couldn’t reach. She could try to find a stool or grab a chair from the dining room. Or she might just reach it if she stood up on the tips of her toes and stretched out completely.
That was a big mistake…
Part 3
Eric’s dad turned the corner of the kitchen to a magnificent sight before him. The same angel who had tempted him all last evening was here dressed in the same nightie. Rachel was balancing on the edge of the counter with her toes just lifting off the ground. Both hands were high above her head, her leg muscles flexing to stretch out. From this angle he could not see between her legs, but the side view of her nearly nude body was enough to take his breath away.
Her bare legs were fully extended all the way up to her tight rounded cheeks. She was slightly leaning over the counter which ensured her entire backside was fully on display. Her flat stomach led up to those unbelievable tits. Her slender frame made them look even larger. But due to the miracle of youth they did not hang down. Instead they stood out proud and full capped by those enticing light pink nipples.
The tanning oil had faded from her white skin; the pornographic angel being replaced by a more innocent looking teenager. He could get used to this kind of view first thing in the morning. He drank in her body once more before disrupting the scene, “Good morning, Rachel”.
Rachel startled at his voice and dropped the plate she was pulling down. It fell into pieces on the floor. She looked over to see Eric’s dad smiling at her from the doorway. The thought of teasing him flew out the window and she just wanted to cover her body. She started to turn toward him, then thought better of it and turned away. She wanted to run out of the room, but the floor was littered with glass shards from the broken plate. So she just stood there uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot.
Eric’s dad watched her sway. The nightgown did nothing to conceal her body. No matter how she stood she was flashing something to his hungry eyes. With that body she was going to make some lucky bastard very happy someday. In the mean time it was his to enjoy. She spoke “Hi…Mr. G. Sorry about the plate. I’ll clean it up.”
“Please, call me Richard. I’ll get the broom.”
Because of the glass shards and her bare feet, Rachel could only stand in place while Richard went into the other room. While he retrieved the broom, Rachel pulled her arms up around her. She tried to find an unrevealing pose, but simply didn’t have enough arms. How stupid she had been to think it would be fun to tease Eric’s dad!
**This is so humiliating!
Richard returned and passed Rachel the broom. Then he crouched down to hold the dustpan for her. It took several passes to get all the shards of glass. Rachel did her best to turn away from Richard as she swept. She didn’t want him seeing her private parts. She couldn’t help that her bare bottom was facing him at eye level, but that was better than the alternative. When she finished sweeping she thanked him for helping then she said something she immediately regretted. Just being polite by offering, it was stupid as soon as she said “Do you want some cold pizza?”
“I’d love some, thank you. And some juice. I’ll take it by the pool.” Richard responded instantly. He walked through the dining room and out the back door; smiling the whole way.
Rachel was stunned. She was hoping to get back up to her room and eat her own pizza. Now she had to serve Richard breakfast in her nightgown.
**Doesn’t he have to get to work or something?
Richard had already eaten breakfast. In fact, he was running very late for work. He had overslept due to the wild night in bed with his wife. But he wasn’t about to miss a chance to spend time with Rachel and her nightie. He sat down at the breakfast table by the pool and shifted his own erection. Having this girl around was better than Viagra. His wife sure seemed satisfied last night, and he was already good to go another round.
Rachel stood at the back door holding the tray of cold pizza with the glass of juice for Richard. But her legs wouldn’t move. She was having trouble convincing herself to step outside. Wearing this revealing nightgown all over Eric’s house was one thing, but stepping outside in broad daylight turned out to be too scary of a proposition.
She was stuck there because of her moment of stupid courtesy. Fortunately, her active imagination gradually came up with a workaround. It started as more of a coping mechanism than a real way of dealing with it, but it would allow her to get through it. As she stood there, she built up a story in her mind.
Since she was forced to serve Richard his food, she fancied herself a family maid in medieval times. Her outfit was explained because she was so poor. She couldn’t afford a proper maid outfit and so was forced to wear these rags like Cinderella. The master of the estate fancied her and gave her the privilege of serving breakfast. Instead of pizza and juice by the pool, it was pork and ale by the moat. She set the tray down and grabbed a strip of cloth from a drawer to tie her hair up. It wasn’t much but it would help her with the illusion.
Then she put on her brightest smile and stepped out the backdoor, “Breakfast is served!” She tried to sound enthusiastic, but her knees were weak. She feared she would drop the tray and make another mess. Her mind didn’t like being outside in her nightgown…rags. She forced herself back into character and started walking. Richard turned to see Rachel wearing a tie in her hair and a big smile. Her body glowed in the bright sunlight. She walked up beside him and sat everything down in place. Then she curtsied and said, “Can I get you anything else, sir?”
It drove Richard crazy. She was standing so close to him, he wanted to reach out and touch her smooth skin. He didn’t quite know how to respond to the curtsey. But it was damned adorable! He just said “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Yes sir. I was just serving you first.”
“It’s….Richard” he was about to explode. Why was she calling him sir?
“Yes Richard” Rachel turned back inside to eat her own breakfast. She swayed her hips as she walked feeling his eyes on her undulating ass. She had found a way to tease Richard. Her hormones overruled her mind and she started to like the situation.
When she got back inside, her hand shot up to her breast. It took a few moments before she regained control and went over to eat. She thought of the dumbstruck look on his face when she served him. After two slices, she decided to check on Richard. She was having so much fun flirting; she almost pulled her nightgown off for this second round, but her mind stopped her. That would probably go beyond simple teasing. Besides, this was part of her costume. She would just have to think of some other way to tease.
She grabbed the pitcher of ‘ale’ and headed outside back in character. Richard had emptied his glass, but not his plate. She stood across the table from him with her feet apart and leaned over to fill his glass. The view was spectacular. Richard’s jaw dropped as her melons hung over the table. He imagined what it would be like to squeeze them or to lick those candy nipples. Directly between her breasts, he could look down her flat stomach and just see the top of her hairless cleft. It took his breath away when she looked him in the eye and said “Is there anything else I can do for you, Richard?”
He could only manage to shake his head no, unable to utter a word. With another curtsey she was gone back inside. Richard couldn’t wait to get home to his wife that evening. For some reason he had some role playing on his mind.
Rachel burst up the stairs toward the bathroom. She had just flirted with a grown man. Sure it was in character, but he didn’t know that. She heard music from Eric’s room as she passed. She was still grinning at the look on Richard’s face as she started a cold shower. When she finished, she decided to shave her legs. It barely needed it but she wanted to look good for her first swim practice. She was an expert at shaving so it went quickly. She got a few jolts as she carefully shaved her pussy lips. But by now she was starting to focus on getting ready for school. She would have to put that off until tonight. Just as she was drying off, she got a knock. Eric called through the door, “Rachel, are you coming down for breakfast?”
“Not today. I already ate.” she opened the door with her towel wrapped around her and a smile. Normally, she would be too embarrassed to be seen by Eric wearing only a towel. Compared to her nightgown this felt like a blanket. Flashing the tops of her boobs was nothing by now. It felt good to have such confidence in her body. He mumbled “ok” as she proudly walked past him to her room.
Once inside, Rachel focused more urgently on the task at hand. She had to walk to school in her revealing uniform because of School Pride Day, but there was a normal warm-up uniform waiting for her when she got there. A twitch in her pussy reminded her that they would probably walk to school with Tommy again. She made a plan.
She dropped her towel and pulled on the clear belt of her swim uniform. Before she put on her swim cap, she remembered the nightgown. She didn’t want to make Mrs. G angry, so she opened the door and ran back to the bathroom. She was now naked, but willing to risk the exposure because Eric was downstairs eating breakfast. It was kind of thrilling to run around his house naked again.
She might not be so thrilled if she had any idea what lay in store for her…
Part 4
Back in her room, Rachel hung up the nightgown on the hook behind the door and put her swim cap on. Before donning her gloves, she adjusted the straps of her backpack to their longest length to wear it Ellie style and help cover her boobs. With the straps loosened the pack sat low on her bottom which helped cover her from behind.
She pulled the straps together in front and carefully set them on her nipples. Her boobs were much larger than Ellie’s and they bulged out on both sides of the straps. Once her gloves were on, she didn’t have much control over the straps either. She rested one hand on a strap to help steady it. She would have to keep the other gloved hand between her legs to cover her front. The webbed fingers and stiff material spread out to create a pretty good covering down there. No different than wearing a bikini, she reasoned.
As ready as she’d ever be, Rachel opened the door for her walk to school. She just had to stay focused on getting to Coach Ron’s office in the girls locker room of the aquatic facility, then her ordeal would be over.
At the first step down the stairs her backpack shifted. Both straps slid completely off her boobs. Her nipples sprang free like they were just waiting for the misstep. Rachel had to use both hands to fix her straps which left her pussy exposed. Getting the straps back in place was difficult because of the restrictive movement of her gloves. The whole exercise was futile because the straps slipped off again on the next stair. She gave up and walked down exposed. Richard had left for work, thankfully. Eric was outside eating breakfast. So once she reached level ground she had time to adjust her straps before continuing.
Eric’s mom was awake by now and gave Rachel her motherly smile. She was in a good mood for some reason. She had read the email from Coach Ron and pieced together the girl’s plan. If Rachel could walk home yesterday in that uniform, she could follow the path in reverse just as easily today.
Rachel went outside to see Eric dressed for school and waiting. Before they left, she asked to borrow some shoes from Eric. She vividly remembered her dance across the hot asphalt and didn’t want a repeat performance. She wasn’t about to borrow from his mom; too afraid she would bring out stiletto heels or something. Eric agreed to help and after a minute came back down with sandals.
Even with the adjustable straps Eric’s shoes were too big for her. It only took a few steps for her to stumble and lose balance. Her backpack shifted again pulling both straps off her breasts and she had to put her hands down to catch herself. This setup was worse than a bikini. Bikinis mostly stayed where they were placed. This was exposing her entire body at every opportunity. She thought of Tommy again and decided going barefoot was the safer route. The southern sun had not baked the roads yet, so she left the sandals there and planed to wear the training shoes when she got to school.
Tommy was waiting outside as they approached his house. Eric was several paces ahead of Rachel who was being extra careful to avoid another exposure. Tommy didn’t mind. He had to talk to Eric privately anyway. He was excited to see that Rachel was wearing her uniform even though she had a glove over her crotch and straps over her breasts. He said “hi” to her and pulled up next to Eric. Rachel kept a slow even pace with her bare feet and pounding heart. Hoping she had not made a big mistake. She only relaxed a little as the boys started to pull away from her.
Tommy was angry with Eric, “dude, why didn’t you call me yesterday?! You said you were going to send me a video of Rachel by the pool. But I didn’t hear anything. I was trying to call you all evening.” He opened his phone to show off his wallpaper. It was the picture Eric had sent him of Rachel tanning by the pool naked with her arms over her chest.
“Put that away!” Eric had decided against sending the video to Tommy. It would crush Rachel if he shared that intimate moment with anyone else. Even the way Tommy was flaunting her picture made him nervous. “I’m not sending you the video. I changed my mind.”
“WHAT? Dude, you’re a greedy bastard. You can’t leave me hanging like that. Hook me up, bro.” Tommy looked back to see the girl behind them wearing nothing but a backpack. She was walking so carefully to keep everything in place. He would give anything for a freak wind gust to knock her off balance, but it remained calm.
“Forget the video. It’s not that great anyway” Eric lied and tried to change the subject. “Ultimate War 3 just came out. We should pick up a copy and play it tonight at your house.” Tommy reluctantly shifted his attention back to the conversation. They talked about the new cheerleader uniform rumors going around. Tommy would rather talk about Rachel, but this was a good alternate topic.
As they neared the school, Rachel found her steps getting slower and slower. Was she really going to walk into her school wearing nothing but a backpack and gloves for cover? On the surface, it sounded insane. The sense of dread was building in her stomach. She rallied her resolve by thinking about School Pride Day. She should not be ashamed of a professional uniform. Most of all she just had to get to Coach Ron’s office where a warm-up and shoes were waiting for her.
A terrible thought struck her. She had been stuck with this uniform in the first place because her mom was late to sign the release form. By the time she got to the boxes, this style was the only one left. What if she got to Coach Ron’s office and all the warm-ups were taken? That quickened her pace. She branched off from Eric and Tommy’s route and angled toward the entrance closest to the aquatic center; her anxiety building with each step…
Part 5
Principal Robinson hated School Pride Day. In fact, it was probably his least favorite day of the year. This year was shaping up to be no different. He didn’t know when the tradition had started but he vowed to end it next year. The first thing it did was highlight the difference between students with specific talents and those with none. That created inevitable animosity. The bullies were on high alert and hunting for trouble and the noise levels in the halls were higher than they should be. He was standing in the main hallway, which was more like a zoo about now, trying to maintain order.
On top of that were the uniforms themselves. Every year, someone would file a complaint about one of the teams’ uniforms. Usually it was a parent whose daughter didn’t make the cheerleading squad. As usual, the cheerleading uniforms this year had pushed the envelope. Dozens of teenage cheerleaders showed up to school wearing their thin satin halter tops. Because they were a backless design which didn't hide bra straps very well, they had decided as a team to go without bras. The girls loved all the commotion, but it just meant more work for Principal Robinson.
The Earth Friends Club had decided on today to stage a protest. Those little hippies in training had shown up wearing oil soaked animal skins in protest of the recent oil spill or something. He couldn’t send them home because they were ‘exercising their constitutional right to peaceful protest’ but the greasy mess they had left caused almost as big a commotion as the cheerleaders. The band members showed up in their full polyester dress uniform. Two had already fainted from the heat and were waiting in his office to be sent home.
Then there was the swim team. Several of the parents of last year’s team had already met with him about the new coach. He pretended to listen, but wrote it off to bitterness about the changes this year. Eventually, they went over his head to the school board. He was actually glad about that; one less problem for him. He would just do whatever the board decided. But when one of the swim team members showed up to School Pride Day with his ass exposed and his junk in a bag and another girl in a suit with her entire chest exposed had a breakdown, it became his problem. He called Coach Ron who assured him he would get things under control. He warned Coach Ron that the school board would get things under control very quickly if he didn’t.
It was into that circus Rachel walked as she entered the school. The first and last day of school are usually the loudest, but today was even louder. She was thankful for all the distractions. Without them a naked girl walking into the school would be the topic of the day for everyone. She did get a few weird looks from some students, but quickly made it the short distance to the aquatic center without incident.
Coach Ron noticed his favorite swimmer enter the locker room and get in line to receive her warm-up. He wasn’t sure if she would actually show up. She was using her backpack and gloves to cover the important parts, but the parts that were showing were amazing. Most of the other members had already come through and he was getting to the end of his last box.
Rachel noticed something weird while waiting in line. Thornwood’s school colors were red and white, but most of the warm-ups being handed out were blue and gold; the colors of Eastern Academy, Thornwood’s biggest rival. Coach Ron addressed the line again.
“I am sorry to report that there was a mix up with the uniform supply company. As you can clearly see, we were shipped the wrong colors. In addition, we did not receive the correct number of warm-ups, so we have had to ration them. I can assure you we will remedy the situation as quickly as possible and get true Thornwood red warm-ups. In the meantime you may wear these warm-ups to School Pride Day.”
There was a groan from the room but Rachel was relieved. She was terrified Coach Ron was about to say they ran out of warm-ups. She pushed to the front and Coach Ron greeted her. His memory of patting her butt came rushing back.
“I’m sorry about the warm-ups Rachel. This is all we have left.” He handed her a blue jacket with gold stripes. Although it was the wrong color, it looked like it would fit. She hesitantly slipped her backpack off onto the floor. Coach Ron tried not to stare at the nice view of her body as she took off her gloves to put on the jacket and work the snaps. The warm-up was designed to be conveniently pulled off for athletes so it had snaps up the front and back as well as up the arms. It actually pulled apart into four pieces. It was made of a lightweight and very thin material, like a windbreaker. There were no pockets. Her breasts jiggled freely underneath and her nipples poked out in front, but it did provide cover.
Rachel finished the snaps and looked up at Coach Ron expectantly waiting for the matching pants. He just stood there and watched as the realization slowly sunk in. They were out of pants. “I had to ration them, Rachel. There weren’t enough in the shipment so each member only got a top or a bottom. The boys mostly took the pants and shorts. All we have left are jackets.”
“But I can’t go to school in this!” Rachel raised her arms. The hem of the jacket shot up to her waist exposing everything.
“And why not?” Coach Ron held all the cards. It was only a matter of playing them one at a time. “You should be proud of your membership on the swim team. Today is a day to exhibit school spirit. No matter what color the team warm-ups are, you are all Thornwood red underneath.” He thought of the red blush under her jacket and contained a little smile before continuing. “We need to raise the profile of the swim team at Thornwood before we begin on the surrounding community. You are still wearing your swimsuit after all.”
**Raise the profile?! If I wear this to class, it will raise a lot more than profiles.
Coach Ron adopted a serious tone to play his trump, “Rachel, another student has already gone home. I had to dismiss her from the team. If you are unable to show pride in your team, we will have no place for you. You may stay here and decide, but I have to get back to work.” Coach Ron was understaffed.
He didn’t have his student assistants working yet and he only had one assistant coach. When he got the job, there were plenty of young assistant coaches at the athletic club back in Switzerland. They all wanted the chance to learn on the job in America. He had his pick of the applicants and had specifically chosen Johanna. She spoke passable English and was willing to work hard, but had a timid personality. Because she had no prior knowledge of American customs, she followed Coach Ron’s lead and didn’t question his crazy decisions. The other assistant coach, a carryover from the previous staff, quit not long after Coach Ron arrived. Being shorthanded kept him busy on days like this but he could handle it.
Rachel’s mind was spinning. She had to get a grip. Her options were limited. If she asked to go home, Coach Ron would kick her off the team and give her warm-up to another swimmer. That would leave her with the long, shameful walk home in nothing but her suit. She looked down at herself and thought about Coach Ron’s school spirit speech. Was she actually considering this? The thin jacket came down to her thigh like a miniskirt. That left her long legs completely bare all the way down to her feet.
Coach Ron watched out of the corner of his eye. He knew she was considering it when she started experimenting with her arms. She raised and lowered them to see how high she could reach before exposing something inappropriate. He loved the peep show; her little lower lips flashing almost every time she rose up.
She got his attention, “What about the shoes, coach?” Coach Ron smiled. The question meant she had convinced herself to wear the jacket to class.
“They are training shoes, designed to build muscle. They are only meant to be worn during workouts, but I suppose you can wear them today. It is School Pride Day, after all and at least they sent those in the right colors. What’s your size?” He acted like he was making a special exception for her. She brightened at that. At least she could be proud of her special training shoes.
He handed her a pair of the correct size. On top they looked like normal white tennis shoes with a red stripe. But the soles didn’t look like anything she had ever worn. They were very thick and rounded. After lacing them up she stood to take a step and almost fell over. The hard thick soles added four inches of height. In addition, they were designed to work your leg muscles as you walked. Rachel had to constantly adjust her stance to remain upright, flexing her shapely calf and thigh muscles. It was like standing on tennis balls. It would take days in these shoes to fully get the hang of it.
But Rachel didn’t have enough time. She was close to being late for class. She would have to learn it as she walked. So she got her backpack on and headed for the exit before she lost her nerve. As she stumbled to the door the backpack shifted a little and the straps of the jacket pulled tight across her chest. Two of the weak snaps popped open revealing the inner curves on her chest.
That was one of the problems she had with her gloves. It was almost impossible to reattach the snaps because she couldn’t use her fingers. With enough patience, she got her modesty back in place. There was nothing she could do about the little gaps between each snap. She could feel the air seeping into every gap and knew each one meant a little patch of her skin was showing. That was nothing compared to the skin showing on her legs. Because of the damn gloves, she couldn’t grab and hold her hemline down. There weren’t even pockets for her to place her hands in and weigh it down with.
All she could do was smooth it down with the palms of her hands. As she did, her hand reached out to feel the smooth skin of her upper thigh, but the gloves prevented even that. She snapped back to reality and chastised her hormones for the moment of weakness. Rachel was out of time, so she mustered all her school pride and stepped into the halls of Thornwood on her way to class.
All she could do now was keep her flattened hand ready to cover her crotch in an emergency and hope her ‘miniskirt’ jacket was long enough. She was about to find out…
