When I woke up early Tuesday moning, I noticed I had lubricated myself although I didn't remember having any sexy dreams. Checking to see just how wet I was, I was surprised to feel how especially sensitive I felt, either from the excitement of the day before or because I was in mid-cycle. So it clearly called for a little rubbin' of the nubbin. I began to press down and rub on my lips just above my clitoris and at the same time I imagined that I was back in the closet with John, but that this time we were both naked, and that the thing pressing on my clitoris was his penis. He was whispering in my ear that he loved me and loved my beautiful body. I began to rub all up and down my labia with my hand and then I parted my outer lips and slipped my hand inside and ran it up and down, still imagining it to be a penis. My hand slid easily about due to a considerable amount of natural lube which I brought up from my vagina. I rubbed harder and harder until I stopped abruptly, pressed down, arched my back, and came hard with a gasp. Then I got up and took a shower. When I dried off I was still very sensitive. Then I thought about the condition of the sheet. My Dad often does the laundry to help out, and I didn't want him to see a stain if I could help it. Sure enough, when I looked there was a wet spot and though I tried to wipe up all the goosh, I could not get it all, so I took off the sheet and put a fresh one on and hid the wet one until I could wash it myself.
Then I dressed and ate breakfast, thinking all the time about what I would wear, or rather not wear, that day. It seemed pretty clear to me that I had to discard the panties. To remain half-clothed was not fair to the boys or to the 7 other girls in the Program. And stripping naked by 8:12 was about the only way I could get those mean Seniors off my back, though I'm sure they had some special humiliation in mind for me. As for John, I think he understood by now that I really had no choice. I could not count on him for support, because he has swim team practice on Tuesday and Thursday at 7:00 AM.
I got to school very early, but I did not start to take off my clothes until I saw the two bullies approaching from about a block away. I quickly took off my skirt, blouse, and bra, and I was reaching for my panties when Harold started yelling at me.
“That's it, bitch whore, get your nasty cunt out in the open for us to finger-fuck”
I totally froze. I'd never heard that term before but it was pretty clear what it meant. Touching was technically prohibited, but that wasn't going to prevent them from doing it and to hell with the consequences. I knew immediately that whaever happened, I was not going to take off my panties and give these meanies the pleasure of believing that their bullying got me to strip for them.
“I'm NOT taking my panties off for you!”
“Then we'll do it for you. ” said Frank, the taller of the two. Just then Harold got behind me and put his big paws over my breasts, then he jerked back and pulled me off my feet, then dumped me hard on my back on the grass while Frank grabbed my panties in front at the waist and tore them off in a second. I was crying and screaming. Then I heard a friendly voice.
“Frank! Harold! Stop immediately!” It was Principal Marberry, who had been watching the whole confrontation inside on the security monitor. Then Marberry reached down and picked me up in his arms and took me into his office. The security guard took care of the two boys. Mr. Marberry called out in a loud voice for Mrs. Jensen, and a frightened-looking woman came through the door from the secretaries' area. She took me into the staff bathroom. I promptly staggered over to the toilet and started ralphing into it. Now Mary Lou will have to tell you what happened next.
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Mary Lou's Account
I arrived at the school less than a minute after the assault but already all the principals were inside the school. Several students who had witnessed the attack told me about it, and I reached down and picked up poor Chrissie's panties from the grass. They were ripped, grass-stained, and smelled of urine from when Chrissie went down hard. I entered the school building and knocked on Marberry's door. He came to the door and took the panties from me as evidence, told me I could not come in the office until the boys were hauled away, told me he thought Chrissie had no broken bones. Pretty soon a squad car came up to the door with the siren on, two cops came in, and almost right away the two boys were led away in handcuffs to the car. They looked very scared.
Then Mr. Marberry let me in his office and pretty soon here came Chrissie leaning on a secretary. She was pale and as she sat down she seemed rather out of it. At first she didn't even see me but then she gave me a weak smile. It bothered me that she didn't have panties on. So I stood up and reached under my skirt and pulled mine down and off and then I went over to her chair and put them on her legs and got her to stand up briefly while I slipped them up. The secretary left. Then I started thinking about what the rest of the day was going to be like for Chrissie. She already had refused offers to take her home or to the hospital. She said her butt was bruised but that was all that was wrong. But I could see that there was no way she would be able to stand being put on display all day. So at that point I just stood up and I turned my back to Mr. Marberry and I took off my skirt and I could feel him looking at my bare butt and then I took off my blouse and bra and I put them aside and then I turned around, giving him the Full Monty.
“I'm volunteering for the Program to take the pressure off Chrissie, since we have all the same classes. ” Mr. Marberry was quite astonished, so much so that he didn't even stare very much below my waist. He accepted my offer, and after I got my shot from the nurse and had the picture taken for the school paper, I was ready to go. But he had a resonable request to make. I knew what was coming because Chrissie had told me about the pervy platform pic he took of her. He had me sit up on his desk and he took out an old-fashioned film camera and he adjusted the focus and he got it up right close to my pussy and then he asked me to spread it open with both hands. I could hardly believe it! I tried to deal with my embarassment by making a joke.
“ Be sure to get the focus right, I wouldn't want to have to come back. ”
“This is an SRL with manual focus. ” he said. “Believe me, I'm quite experienced in these close-ups. ”
I believed the little pervert. I opened my pink and he took several shots from different angles and had me bring my legs up a bit towards my body for more shots. Then as we were late for geometry, he gave us both permission slips and we left the office. I just can't figure out men. Mr. Marberry seems to be on our side, people generally like him, then he does a weird thing like that, Are all men like this?
Mr. Fetherington was of course surprised to see me naked, but I whispered in his ear a brief account of what had happened and that if he intended to put anybody on display, it should be me. He then whispered to me an odd question. He asked if there was a boy in the room I particularly liked. Since Jared had not been to school since the beginning of the semester, I whispered my second choice, Randy Schwarten. Mr. F. then started the class with a few remarks about solid geometry and particularly the equation for finding the volume of a sphere given the radius. Then he turned to me, and, putting a basket of fruit on his desk, asked me to choose a fruit about the size of one of my breasts. I chose a grapefruit. Then he measured it's circumference, showed us how to get the diameter from that, then computed the volume of the grapefruit. Then he took 1/2 that volume to approximate the volume of a single breast of mine. Then one of the smarter kids in class, Jason Burke, raised his hand.
“I don't think you are getting a very good approximation. ” he said. “Grapefruit don't have nipples. ”
“Yes,” said Mr. F. “you are right. We will have to measure Mary Lou's nipples and add that amount to the figure we computed. Could I have a volunteer?”
Every boy in the class raised his hand. Mr. Fetherington pretended to look about, then he asked Randy to come forward. He told Randy that the first problem is that my nipples should be at maximum extension. He suggested that with my permission, the“ no touching” rule could be temporarily suspended in the interests of science. Well, I certainly did not want to stand in the way of a serious scientific investigation. So I told Randy that taking each nipple in turn into his mouth and licking around it and gently sucking it would be the most efficient way. So he did, and of course as soon as he started my uterus was doing flip-flops and I got so wet that some ran down my leg and I darn near came in front of the whole class. But we got our measurements.
Oddly enough, we weren't yet done. Fetherington kept me at the front of the room while he droned on a while about some old Greek guy, then he went to the corner of the room and he took a tarp off an odd-looking apparatus. It was a large aquarium filled right to the very brim with water and laying across the top were some boards with holes cut in them about a third of the way down. He had Randy assist me in getting up on the boards, Randy being a little grabbier than necessary, but I don't blame the poor guy, his pants looked like a camel got in the tent. Then I laid down on the boards and stuck my breasts through the holes and as I lowered them into the water, they displaced an amount of water exactly equal to the volume of my breasts. This water was then collected and weighed and from that we were able to get a very exact figure for my breast mass. It was so kewl!
Jason Burke raised his hand again. “Has anyone thought about the commercial implications of such a measuring device?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” said Mr. F.
“I mean, you could put these devices in the windows of stores in the mall and girls could come in monthly and see how much their breasts have grown. You know how girls obsess about it, now they could get the true scientific facts. You would not even have to charge much, as I'm sure the devices would draw lots of scientifically interested shoppers. ”
“I think you have a very good idea, Jason. ” said Mr. F. “ Times are clearly changing, and probably it will not be long before breast nudity is commonplace in the US, weather permitting. We are certainly taking the first steps here. ”
I guess Mr. F. thought I had been through enough so there was no lineup as there had been for Chrissie the day before. We talked for the rest of the period about solid geometry, and I prepared myself mentally to service in the hallway some reasonable requests before my next class, psychology.
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Hi, it's Chrissie again writing. What Mary Lou did for me I will never forget. Of course she was right that her being in the Program took a lot of the pressure off of me. When geometry class ended all the boys followed her out into the hall so they could pose her before our next class. I was old hat, plus my wearing panties cut down a lot of the interest. But one boy did come up to me, the only one that mattered to me, and that was John. He told me so sweetly and sincerely how sorry he was that I had got hurt and he was full of questions about what had happened and he was really sorry he was at swim practice instead of with me when it happened. And then he said something that turned me all around.
“When I saw you, Chrissy, in the hall on Monday, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Yes, I was surprised, who wouldn't be? But when you turned around and dived back into the Principal's office I felt so bad that I had made you unhappy. I wanted to follow you into the office to tell you it was OK, I knew about the Program at Central and I figured you had to do it. But more than that, I wanted to tell you how beautiful you are nude, and I want to tell you now that when you decide to go completely with the Program, I'm with you 100 percent. ”
I felt such a love for this gentle boy then that my eyes filled with tears. I knew that after third period class we would be eating lunch in the cafeteria and I resolved right then that John and I would find some quiet spot before lunch and I would let him remove my panties and I would pose for him and he could see anything he wanted and despite the rule, if we were alone, he could touch any part of me he wanted.
Then we went to psychology class. As soon as the bell rang and we were all in our seats, including Mary Lou, the PA went on and Mr. Marberry began to speak.
“A most distressing and unfortunate thing happened this morning. Two Senior boys got together and were exceedingly rough with a Freshman girl who is in the Program. The boys have been suspended for the entire year and will not graduate. They are currently in jail and their parents have been notified. The District Attorney is currently reviewing the security tapes of the incident and I expect her to file charges of criminal sexual assault of a minor and that they will be prosecuted as adults. Fortunately we were able to intervene early, and it appears that the victim is not seriously injured. ”
“It is ironic that a program designed to defuse feelings of sexual tension in our students has had in this case the opposite result. We knew from the beginning that there might be a few boys who might not be able to accept the Program in an appropriate way. We have and will continue to weed them out. ”
“On a happier note, we have as of the start of school today designated all our bathrooms to be unisex. If by habit or shyness you continue to use your old bathroom, the project will be a failure. I urge you to experiment and to satisfy your curiousity about basic bathroom functions. A couple of clothed girls have spoken to me already about our decision to remove the doors from all the stalls. Apparently they have been bothered by boys coming in with them and using the 'reasonable request' protocol to get permission to see them peeing. 'Reasonable request' does not apply here. It is only good when used on Program girls. Therefore, no clothed girls needs to agree to such a request. Of course, one cannot do much about a clothed boy standing about looking for a quick peek. I suggest that you simply wear a long waisted blouse or cover yourself with your hands if you are shy. That said, however, I wonder if you realize that at some point you will be in the Program and therefore will be on public display when you urinate. So is it really a big deal to allow it now? If you do agree, please remember that the 'no touching' rule is still in effect today, so that a boy watching you today will not be able to wipe you afterwards. Finally, perhaps you would be interested in seeing a boy pee. In that case, why not arrange a trade? The old saying 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' is a time-tested formula for mutual happiness. ”
“Moving on, several Program girls have told me it is impossible for them to get anything done or even get to class because of the mobs of boys forming around them asking them to pose. At the same time, boys have been complaining to me that their access to naked girls is hampered by these large mobs. Therefore, at the end of this address, I will read the names of twenty more girls who will join the Program as of tomorrow morning, the first touching day. There is a problem with this, however. 29 girls all undressing at once outside the school might cause a traffic jam or complaints from the few citizens of the community who do not support us. Also, after this morning's problem, we feel it is best to separate upperclassmen from underclassmen. Therefore, if you are a Freshman or a Sophomore, you will disrobe at the athletic school entrance where there will be a clothes container. All other students will use the East Entrance as before. Boys will follow the same entrances by class. ”
“Some boys have told me that some Program girls have been arriving at school at the last possible moment before first bell to avoid lenghty inspection sessions. This is anti-Program. Starting tomorrow all girls must be present and naked at 8:00 AM so the boys can have a solid half hour with them. This will ensure that we start our days on a happy note. I will now read the names of the twenty girls. ”
Judging from the spontaneous eruption of comments in my class, Marberry's announcement was a big hit with the boys. In my class, only one girl's name was read. She is Alicia Smith, an elfin girl under five feet who is a champion gymnast. She looked quite uncomfortable when her name came up, especially as already some of the boys were looking at her speculatively. One of them leaned over and whispered something in her ear and she turned red.
Psychology was next, and I hustled Mary Lou along so we would not be late. She is so accommodating that we'd never make it through the ranks of the curious and the horny otherwise.
Sam Mapleton is the youngest of all my teachers, fresh out of college so he speaks our language and is popular, especially with the girls as he is a good-looking guy and witty besides. Oddly, he had Mary Jo take her seat and kept me up at the front of the class.
“We are going to study behavioral psychology today, ” he said, “specifically new methods of treating phobias, by which I mean irrational fears in more or less harmless situations. Who here has a phobia that he or she wants to tell us about?”
“”I hate spiders. “ said Cindy Ashman, who won't open her face in any other class. ”If I see a spider I have to leave the room and somebody else has to kill it. “
“OK,” said Sam, “let me explain how this sort of phobia might be treated. First of all, there are drugs that can be given to people that assist them greatly in the case of major phobias like the fear of leaving the house, which is called agaraphobia. But for a relatively minor phobia like fear of spiders, there are simple behavioral methods that work wonders. To treat you, I would first show you a picture of a very small spider for just a second or two. Then I would show it to you for longer and longer periods until you could look at it steadily without flinching. Then I would show you pictures of larger and larger spiders. Then I would show you small dead spiders, larger dead spiders, and finally small live spiders behind glass, and so on. Eventually you could look at and even handle a large tarantula without any fear. The trick is to go very gradually along and make sure the patient is comfortable at every stage before continuing. ”
“Now, in the case of Chrissie here, you might say she has a fear of removing her panties, which of course is not really an irrational fear but rather just something she has been well taught. I believe that by using the methods I just described, we can treat her condition successfully. Chrissie, are you game?”
It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. I had already decided to bag 'em before lunch and I sure didn't need any convincing. My first impulse was to just shuck them off and announce that I had been cured, by why spoil Sam's fun? Besides, the whole thing was a real hoot and no nearly as boring as 99. 9% of classroom work. So I told Sam to go ahead. “ Chrissie, what part of your body do you fear exposing the most if you took your panties off?”
“I. . I suppose it would be my pussy. ”
“So do you think you could turn around with your back to the class and lower your panties for a short time?”
“Sure. ” I said, and I did. Already I could see what was coming. I was going to do a slow motion strip tease for the whole class only it wasn't called a strip tease. It was called 'operant conditioning. ' After a bit I pulled up my panties and turned around and looked at John, who was biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud.
“Now,” said Sam,“ I would like all the boys to go way to the back of the room and stand along the wall. ” After they did, Sam pointed out that the boys were quite far away, and if I would just lower my panties a little bit in front, it would not be real serious because they really could not see much. So I played along, peeling them down just enough to show my blonde haired mound, pretending to be real nervous. And so it went. Every few minutes I was asked if I could lower it a little bit more. I always acted real reluctant but I always did it. Finally my panties were at my ankles and I stepped out of them and I was officially cured. I did not dare look at John. He was the only one that knew what was really going on. As far as the class was concerned, this was a real and most intriguing demonstration.
“Chrissie, you have been so wonderful about all this and now that I can see what a lovely body you have, do you have any objection to the boys filing by you?” said Sam.
Of course not! Bring it on! But of course I answered quite demurely that it would be OK.
So the boys started filing by and lots of them said good things to me about how nice I looked and how courageous I was. A few of them talked about how horny I made them feel which was gratifying also. When John came by, he didn't even look at my pussy, he just leaned forward and whispered some things in my ear that were so tender and sweet I'm not going to put them down here. And I started crying with joy and relief, which Sam misinterpreted but I set him straight. Towards the end of the line came Geoffrey Hanchett, who looked me over so intently I squeezed my legs together even more tightly than they had been. Then he asked Sam if he could get some Relief.
“I see you have been reading the brochure. ” said Sam. “But Relief is only granted to boys in the Program during the first 5 minutes of class, as a solo act or with assistance. Since I can see you need Relief very badly, however, and since this is a health issue, I will excuse you to go to the bathroom. How long do you think you will need?”
“Oh, two or three minutes. ” Geoffrey answered, to general laughter.
“OK, you have ten minutes. ”
I then returned to my seat clutching my panties and while the class went on I day dreamed about John and I thought about this awesome power I had over boys. It made me feel good. Every time I looked at John he was looking at me.
Geoffrey did not return for twenty minutes, and when he finally came back Sam demanded an explanation.
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Geoffrey's Story
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“When I got to the bathroom, I saw the sign just said 'Bathroom' and I remembered that we had gone unisex that day. I went in and immediately went to the liquid soap dispenser and squirted some in my right hand. Then I started to go to one of the doorless stalls when I noticed a girl I didn't know was facing me with her back to the toilet and she was pulling down her jeans and panties in one motion. So I started to go to another stall, but she motioned to me and as I approached she asked me why I was putting soap on my hands before peeing. I told her that I had just seen a beautiful naked girl and that I had not come to pee, but to get Relief. She then said that she had never seen a boy get Relief, in fact had never even seen a penis, and would I let her watch. I said I would, but then I wanted to watch her pee. So she said OK. So she took off her blouse and she sat there with only her bra on, and I got down low and she opened herself up and showed me about where the pee would come out, and then she peed and it was very interesting. Then after she was done she took a little piece of toilet paper and wiped herself, which I did not know girls did and if I had I would have volunteered. So then it was my turn and I had her take down my pants and boxers since I only had one hand. Then I took the soap and I spread it along the shaft and particularly on the head and I took my penis in my right hand and I rubbed up and down. I'm not circumcised, so every time I stroked toward my body the foreskin peeled down and the head popped out. It was kind of red and purple and Clarissa was fascinated by it. I began to stroke harder and faster and just before I came I closed my eyes like I always do, not realizing that Clarissa was now leaning directly over my peehole. So the first shot caught her right in the face, and as she jumped back the rest got mainly on her bra and belly. I was embarassed, but she just laughed it off. She took off her bra so she could wash it and now she was completely nude. She went over to the washbasin and ran water in the basin and leaned down to wash her face and her rear end made a most interesting sight. Then as she soaked her bra she turned to me and I asked her if she needed Relief. She said she certainly did and would I suck on her nipples. So I took a nipple gently in my mouth and lightly sucked it while I ringed it with my tongue. Then she took her hand and brought it down between her legs and started rubbing herself and shortly after I started on the other nipple she kind of stiffened up and she gave a big moan and I knew she had got Relief big time.
So then we talked a while and she said she never in a million years dreamed she would ever do anything like that. Then she said could I come to her house after school as her parents were cool and besides they would be at work and she said we could shower together and do some other stuff. And I said I would. And THAT'S why it took twenty minutes!“
Sam was thunderstruck. “That is a wonderful story, Geoffrey. ” he said. “ It is hard to believe that even last year two students who masturbated together in the john might be in for discipline rather than accolades. It just shows what advances we have made in accommodating teen sexuality here at Darwin. We are doubly blessed, for Chrissie has voluntarily overcome great difficulties to join the Program here today. This is a great occasion for joy. I don't have any shame in admitting that your story and Chrissie's body have given me an erection, for this is just a normal function of the male body. I'm sure the rest of the boys here are in the same condition, and I expect that all of you girls now have wet panties after hearing how Geoffrey brought himself off. This, too, is normal and nothing to be ashamed of. How many girls here have wet panties? Raise your hands. ”
All the girls raised their hands but me.
“Not you, Chrissie?” said Sam quizzically.
“I'm sopping, but I'm not wearing panties!” I said.
Sam was laughing hysterically when the bell rang.
I immediately went over to John and told him I needed his help right away.
“Of course, whatever I can do. ”
“John, now that my panties are off, I won't last ten seconds before some boy asks for a spreader down below. ”
“Sure, but that's the Program for you. You can't refuse a reasonable request. I can't stop it from happening. ”
“I'm not asking you to stop it. I just want you to be the first. ”
“Where can we go?”
“The bathroom. Let go quickly. If any boy tries to stop us, we'll just say it's a bathroom emergency. ”
We got there without any problems. Though the cubicles had no doors, we were reasonably private as John's body blocked the view as I sat on the toilet lid facing him . I smiled at John. My eyes were dancing.
“Say it, John!”
“Uh, Chrissie, I have a reasonable request. ”
“Yes?”
“Ca. . could you please open your pussy with your fingers and let me inspect it?”
“Well, John, that is certainly a reasonable request. ” I teased. “But are you sure you want me to do that? I didn't think you were interested. ” But then before he could say anything I spread my legs as wide as I could and then I reached down with both hands and pulled my hairless outer lips open, to his utter delight.
He gasped, and then he said in a low shaky voice, “It's so surprising, I've never seen this before, I don't know exactly what I'm looking at. ”
“Well,” I said, “you can see my inner lips right here, and if you follow them up you can see they meet to form a clitoral hood, and that little button peeking out at you from under the hood is my clitoris, see it? And my pee hole is right here, and then let me bring my legs just a bit up and lean a bit back, now I bet you know what this is!”
“Vagina,” he said in a hushed tone.
“Now let's go to History. ” And we did, of course John kind of hobbled. I giggled at lot at that.
Not much happened in that class. I got inspected quite a bit before and after. At lunch in the cafeteria boys kept coming up but John shooed them off. It was becoming standard practice to allow Program girls a little time to eat.
The same sort of thing went on in the afternoon. With the prohibition against touching still in effect, I wasn't too concerned. Any fears I had about nudity were pretty much worn off, and in fact at certain times I got quite a chuckle seeing how boys reacted to me.
Last period was gym, and the coach was a different one, Marcia Sunderland. It was odd for a woman to have a boys' phys ed class, perhaps it was a part of the new order. She took us aside and told me that she was a bit worried that things would get out of hand in the shower room, with 27 boys and only Mary Lou and I. But we weren't worried. In fact, I was looking forward to it. Boys had been staring at me for two days and now the shoe was on the other foot.
We did various stuff in gym. The hardest was the rope climb since usually you put your legs around the rope to assist yourself, but we could not do that due to rope burn. So we kind of grabbed the rope and then froglegged up a little bit, but maybe she felt the boys were enjoying it a little too much, for she excused us.
I told John to get into the shower room as soon as he could where he could join me under the shower, and he did. Boy after boy came in to shower, mostly they had erections, some were grinning and blatant, some were shy and embarassed, a few soaped themselves up and rather obviously sought Relief. Mary Lou loved it. But I was mainly looking at John. It was of course the first time I had seen his penis, and it was a beautiful sight, pink and hard and jutting out and it was all I could do to keep from stroking it. I was a bit worried about the size, however. On a few occasions while masturbating, I have tried to put a finger inside myself, and found it to be difficult. His penis was obviously bigger than a finger. And then there was the length. It wasn't that he was any bigger than most of the boys, he was about average, but I didn't see how I could take the whole thing without it hitting up against my uterus. I started having a fantasy about being married to John and having sex every day and it hurting every time. It seemed to me that it was about time I did some hands on investigation.
I was about to do something really, really naughty when the coach walked calmly into the shower room, embarrassing many of the boys and quelling whatever I had in mind. So there was nothing to do but turn off the shower and dry off. John got dressed and we went out in front of the school to the clothes boxes and I got dressed.
Then John turned to me and said, “Um, Chrissie, I have a reasonable request. ” For just a second a look of horror went across my face, then I realized I'd been had and we both cracked up. I went home happy. I started thinking about the next day, when touching would be allowed and I had to be available for a half-hour before classes. And so Tuesday drew to a close.
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