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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this written work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by the author unless explicitly indicated. For questions or concerns, email technite86@yahoo.com. Copyright 2012

D'inspiration (or d_insipiration_pseudonym) <technite86@yahoo.com>

Allison/Emanuel Naked in School (NiS, hs, exhib, voy, nc)

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Sunday Night:

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Allison

Allison stared at herself in the mirror as she brushed her long chestnut brown hair. That large pimple had somehow disappeared just in time, she thought as she breathed a sigh of relief. She thought she could make out a wrinkle on her left cheek. She reached for the anti-wrinkle cream, and noticed a small note attached to it: 'Allison, you are not getting wrinkles yet. Love, Mom.' She opened the jar, and moaned when she noticed that it was empty – her mom must have hidden the full one somewhere.

Her eyes drifted down to her chest – her large C breasts showing themselves off proudly in her white lace bra. She often wished they’d just fall off – the few times a boy had managed to discern their shape through her loose shirts, she'd felt as if she’d die from the embarrassment.

She grabbed her nightgown from where it hung on a nearby hook, turned around and undid the bra as she quickly slipped on the nightgown. She picked up her toothbrush, put some toothpaste on it and noticed how her teeth sparkled as she brushed them. This was the one part of her body she didn’t hate – nobody noticed them if she didn’t smile, and she made it a point to never smile.

So far she had done quite well – in her three years at Old Splitriver High, she had only been noticed a handful of times – mostly when her breasts first developed, and had managed to become just one of the crowd. Only one more year, she thought – then I can be done with this place.

She finished with her preparations and climbed into bed, muttering a quick prayer that nothing would threaten the chameleon act she had performed for so long. She drifted off to sleep, not realizing that in the next room her sister was asking Eris for an interesting year.

Emanuel

Emanuel stared into the mirror, checking to make sure he had eliminated every last bit of stubble. He was expected to look good every day, and besides that fact, he enjoyed looking good. His eyes drifted down to his chest – despite his lack of time to work out all that summer, he'd managed to stay in shape. He flexed a muscle and smiled – he knew this year was going to be a good one.

He picked up the letter that the mailman had delivered yesterday and opened it: it was rare that mail was addressed to him. He recognized the return address – mail from the school could be good, or could be really bad. He closed his eyes and pulled a letter and a pamphlet out from the envelope. Quickly scanning the letter he realized that the Program had finally come to Old Splitriver High. Taking a quick peek at the pamphlet, he smiled – this could be fun he thought. He put the pamphlet down on a nearby counter, finished getting ready and climbed into bed, letting thoughts of the fun to be had lull him to sleep.

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Monday Morning:

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Allison

Allison woke up to the shriek of her alarm clock. She sat up for a few moments, then stood up, grabbed her bathrobe and stepped into her small bathroom. She started up the shower, and stepped in, shedding her night gown with unusual speed. She breathed a sigh of relief as the hot water hit her, washing away any dead skin she was sure people could see. She reached for the body wash, and after lathering her hands well with it, started to rub it up and down her body. She shuddered in pleasure for a moment as she covered her breasts with the suds, then quickly moved away – It’s not right to enjoy such things she told herself. As she rinsed off the suds she wondered what crazy new idea the Vice-Principal would try to introduce this year – maybe he’ll actually get the Program pushed through she thought, shuddering as she did. The last thing she needed was for that accursed experiment to be brought to Old Splitriver.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother’s shouts about waking up and getting ready– she knew this was more to make sure her sister Sarah was awake. She finished rinsing her hair, and turned off the water as she stepped out of the shower and onto a mat. She looked down as she instinctively reached for where her towel usually was, only to discover that it wasn’t there. She quickly looked up, hoping to spot it without having to see too much of her body. She spotted it on a nearby shelf, but not before she got a good look at her naked body – her abnormally large (in her mind anyway) breasts, the pounds of stomach fat and her overgrown 'forest' below. She quickly dried herself off and flung the bathrobe on as quickly as she could.

Returning to her room, she quickly changed into the clothes she had left out the night before – conservative jeans, a loose t-shirt and sweater. She figured that this look had worked before, and would work again this year. She grabbed her books and ran down stairs, hoping to make it into the kitchen before her mother had breakfast made.

She failed, as her mother had pancakes, bacon and eggs waiting on the table. “Don’t even tell me you’re not hungry or too fat for a few pancakes and eggs. I don’t want to hear it.” her mother said. Allison sat down grudgingly, and put a few pancakes on her plate. She ate them slowly, realizing she had a half hour before the bus came. Her mother opened her mouth to say something, but Allison shot a quick glance telling her not to continue.

Eventually, the bus arrived, and Allison quickly dragged her sister from where she had sat down and ran out of the house to the bus. She got on and breathed a sigh of relief – glad to be away from some unpleasant comment about how she was 'too

tight laced' or 'too worried about looks' or 'cared too much what people thought'. With that she disappeared into her safe place.

Ten minutes later the bus pulled up in front of Old Splitriver High. Allison was jerked out of her safe place by the sound of the bus slamming on its brakes – the driver tended to go too fast far too often. She sighed, picked up her bag, and got off the bus. She looked at the building, muttered a quick prayer, and started to head in.

Five minutes later, she sat down in her seat in homeroom, awaiting the morning announcements. She looked over and noticed the one boy she had always thought was particularly cute. She forgot his name at the moment though.

Emanuel

Emanuel sat in homeroom, wondering when the Vice-Principal was going to announce the start of the program. His thoughts drifted back though to the weird argument he had with his father at breakfast – how did his father find out about the Program before he did? More importantly, how dare he say I’m not allowed to be part of it, he thought. He had every right to try something new, especially something this exciting. He was glad he didn’t have to wait for the bus though – that bike was a real life saver sometimes.

His anger somehow managed to blur his senses so that when Vice-Principal Litski's voice came on the loudspeaker, he didn’t hear the announcements until, “and to conclude today’s announcements – the following students are to come to the Principal’s office immediately: Allison Kirse, Edward Puffer, Barbara Poole, Lucas Nerras, Emanuel Lopez, and Amanda Yaez. Anyone named must remember to bring their bags and books with them.”

He gathered his books and started to head over to the Principal’s office, smiling as he guessed what they were being called for.

Allison

Allison stared in shock as her name was called – she had always been a model student – what could she possibly be called in for? Then she realized that Barbara had also been called – so it couldn’t possibly be something related to academics – the cheerleader was about as dumb as a person could be. She quickly gathered her stuff together before the teacher had a chance to remind her, and left for the office.

As she entered the office she noticed the other five people standing there, along with a box in front of each of them. She also noticed a woman standing next to the Principal whom she hadn’t seen before, dressed in a weird outfit that showed off most of her breasts. A feeling in the back of her head went off that something was very wrong here – and as she turned to leave, Mr. Litski entered the office, locking the door behind him.

The Principal spoke “Most of you are probably wondering why I had Mr. Litski call you here. Against my better judgment, the Program has spread to this school. You can all thank Mr. Litski for this obscenity of a federal program. Ms. Frauhold will explain what you need to know about it.”

The strangely clad woman stepped forward to address the group, “You six have been selected for the Naked In School Program, which you all should have a good understanding of already as pamphlets and letters were sent to your parents to go over with you a few days ago. However, from the puzzled looks on some of your faces, I can assume some of your parents didn’t talk to you about it.”

Allison sat down on one of the chairs, afraid to hear what Ms. Frauhold was going to say next. She looked at the students next to her, and couldn’t help but notice that the boy she thought was cute seemed to be smiling, as if he knew about this already.

Ms. Frauhold continued, “As you may have guessed, the Program is designed to help you become more comfortable with your bodies and with sexuality overall. To accomplish this, all students must go through a week in which they attend classes and any school functions naked. At no point, unless for safety reasons, will you be allowed to cover any part of your body. Shoes and socks are the only clothes you may wear, with the exception of aprons in labs and shop classes, jockstraps and cups for sports, gloves for lab classes, and other approved safety equipment. The full list is found in the pamphlets in front of you.

“You will be required to assist your teachers in class beyond the normal reasonable request rules. You are required to comply with reasonable requests and are allowed to request relief within the first five minutes of any class period. You can not take more than three five minute bathroom breaks during the school day, and are required to use the opposite gender’s bathrooms and locker rooms. Any other details you need to know are contained in the pamphlet.

“If you attempt to cover yourself or circumvent any of these requirements, appropriate punishment shall be given – from additional time in the program to forced outreach. Remember that this is a national program – you can not move to avoid it, and you must spend your week in the Program in order to graduate.”

Allison retreated deep into her safe place as she read the pamphlet. This was the last thing she wanted to happen – and definitely the last thing she needed. “Oh, there will be a large scholarship given to the person who shows the spirit of the program most by the end of the week” Ms. Frauhold added.

“Emanuel, would you strip first?” Mr. Litski asked. “You can place your clothing in the box in front of you when you’re done, and it will remain safely locked up in my office for you to pick up at the end of the day,” he added. Allison noticed Ms. Frauhold mouth something to Mr. Litski. “Oh, yes, to make the experience a little easier for you, we’ve split you into pairs – Barbara and Lucas, Allison and Edward, Emanuel and Amanda,” he said.

Allison watched, entranced as Emanuel started to strip. She had always wondered if he really was as built as his shirts showed, and he was – there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his entire chest. She almost looked away when he started to take off his pants, but managed to keep her eyes on him as his pants and underwear came off. She almost gasped when she saw his penis – it was limp, but looked at least three inches long. How big is it hard, she wondered for a moment, before banishing that thought.

Emanuel

Emanuel smiled nervously as he noticed that his penis was flaccid – he hoped it would wake up soon. He looked over and saw his partner Amanda taking off her shirt – her long blonde hair slightly messed up now and noticed his penis start to stir as her bra came off – revealing her natural DD breasts. She moved onto her pants, taking them off slowly, as if she was purposely getting all the guys in the room hard. Finally, she pulled off her panties, revealing her completely shaven pussy. Emanuel’s penis sprang fully to life. His eyes stared at her for a few moments, before noticing that Lucas was starting to strip now.

Emanuel noticed that Lucas seemed built a lot like him – the only real difference being Lucas’ blonde hair compared to his black hair, and the fact that Lucas was a few shades lighter than him. Lucas’ partner, Barbara, stripped without any flair, her long blonde hair nearly covering her small B breasts. Her pussy wasn’t too interesting either – the blonde fuzz that covered most of it was the most interesting part about it.

He then noticed Allison nervously start to strip – he often wondered what she was hiding under those abnormally large shirts. His eyes stayed glued to her as she slowly took off the large blue sweater, her long brown hair flowing behind her. She just stood there for a few minutes until Ms. Frauhold quickly stated, “We will help you strip if you refuse to.” She then pulled the shirt – three sizes too big he realized – off, revealing her C breasts in their lace bra. She pulled the bra off as she turned around, silently shedding her jeans as well.

Emanuel could see that she was on the verge of fainting, so he stepped behind her and quietly asked her, “Why are you so nervous? You’re a very beautiful woman.” She turned her face toward him, and a smile seemed to flicker across it as she pulled off her panties, revealing the large amount of pubic hair that blocked the view of her pussy.

Allison

Allison looked nervous as Ms. Frauhold led her into the Principal’s private bathroom and took out a small electric razor. “You clearly haven’t shaved that area ever, or even trimmed it my dear. While I believe that every woman has a right to keep her area as bald or wild as she wants, the Program rules consider this covering yourself, so it has to be trimmed. I can leave and let you do it, or I can do it for you if you prefer. I promise if you allow me to do it, I will be very gentle.”

Allison thought this over for a moment – she was likely to cut herself if she tried to do it, and that would be even more embarrassing than anything that had happened so far. “You can do it Ms. Frauhold,” Allison nervously said.

“Would you merely like it trimmed or completely shaven dear?” she asked.

“Ummm… Trimmed please. I’ve heard that when that area is shaved, it tends to itch as the hair grows back,” Allison replied. She quietly retreated into her safe place as Ms. Frauhold got to work. One thought pervaded it though, he thinks I’m beautiful… he thinks I’m a beautiful woman. She smiled as she thought this, safe from the embarrassment and self confidence problems that would no doubt assail her as soon as she was forced from this state.

A few moments later, Ms. Frauhold announced “I’m all finished dear. Would you like to see yourself now?” Allison shook her head – such a peek would only bring the bad feelings flooding back in. She did have to face the other people in the room now, but she’d be okay as long she stayed in her safe place. She smiled a fake smile as she opened the door and walked back into the office proper.

Emanuel

Emanuel couldn’t believe his eyes – Allison was more beautiful than he had initially realized – a small amount of brown hair accenting her second lips and her large natural C breasts hanging free. She was the very image of perfection. He glanced over and noticed her partner struggling to keep his clothes on – somehow more distressed than Allison had appeared just earlier. He then turned back to Allison, unable to turn his gaze from her.

A few minutes later, with the help of two security guards, Edward was finally naked, and his clothing safely in his box. Mr. Litski said in a firm voice, “First period is just about over, so I want you all to grab your things and head to your second period classes. There may be a small crowd waiting outside the door, so you may be asked a few reasonable requests. I hope you all take full advantage of this great opportunity.” With this, he opened the door, and ushered them out.

Emanuel couldn’t help notice that the 'small crowd' he was expecting was much larger than he had thought it would be. He was mainly pestered for a few poses, and one request for a quick touch of his penis by a cute red head, nothing he couldn’t handle. He was about to head to Gym when he heard a loud thump from nearby. Turning around to see what made it, he realized Edward had fainted and Allison was looking very shaken next to him. He walked over and knelt next to Edward, who was breathing. “One of you go and fetch Mr. Litski and the nurse,” he quickly barked out. The red head quietly but quickly ran towards the Vice-Principal’s office.

While she did this, Emanuel sat next to Allison. “Are you okay?” he asked her. She nodded her head no, almost as if she was unable to talk. “Can you tell me what the problem is?” he asked. She nodded her head no again. “Could a hug help you at all?” he asked, starting to get desperate. This time she nodded yes. He hugged her softly, making sure not to hurt her or squish her breasts too much.

Allison

Allison peeked out of her safe place to notice she was being hugged by Emanuel. She could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, but it didn’t feel like the boy who had roughly grabbed them minutes earlier. She snuggled in closer to him, feeling the heat of his body, the hardness of his chest that managed to stay comfortable at the same time. She slowly stepped out of her safe place, somehow feeling safe in his arms. She could feel his nervousness melt away at the same time, further telling her that he was truly concerned for her, and not using the situation for a cheap feel. “Are you feeling a little better now?” she heard him ask.

“Yes, I am. Could you still hold me for a few minutes more though?” she replied, her voice still shaky. He simply nodded his head in agreement.

Ten minutes later the red head returned with Mr. Litski and the nurse. Allison noticed that Edward was just starting to wake up. Somehow the hall had emptied in the time she had hidden away. “What happened here?” Mr. Litski asked.

Allison forced herself out of Emanuel’s arms and answered – “A girl asked him to pose for her, and he just started to freak out. Somehow he freaked out so much that he fainted.”

The VP looked at her and Emanuel. “And how did you end up in Mr. Lopez’s arms?” he asked.

“I’m not sure sir, one minute a boy was touching me roughly, and the next I saw Emanuel holding me,” she responded.

She watched as the nurse took the now shivering Edward away. Mr. Litski turned and looked at Emanuel. “Mr. Lopez, can you explain how Ms. Kirse ended up in your arms?”

Allison looked at Emanuel, hoping that her previous opinions of him didn’t turn out to be false. “I was about to head to history when I heard a loud thump near me. I looked and noticed Edward lying on the floor unconscious. I then noticed Allison looking very frightened in the corner, asked her if she was okay, to which she nodded no. I asked her if she could tell me what the problem was – she also nodded no to this. I finally asked if a hug could help her at all, and she nodded yes. So I hugged her gently, and a few minutes ago she was able to tell me she was feeling a little better, but asked that I still hold her.”

Allison smiled as he said this – she had gotten good at knowing when someone was lying, and he was definitely telling the truth. She could also see her body answering as he said it had – when she retreated into her safe place, a small portion of her focus stayed on the outside world, making sure not to bump into anything or anyone. It made sense it could answer its needs as well in that state. She also realized that Mr. Litski saw the smile on her face as the worry on his face relaxed. “Very well then, could you two come to my office?” he asked, then turned to the red head, “Go to room 312 and bring Amanda Yaez to my office. Here’s a note to ensure compliance from her teacher,” he said, handing the girl a note. Allison watched as the girl quickly walked towards the stairwell, not able to take her eyes off the girl’s cute butt. She turned around and noticed that Emanuel and Mr. Litski were walking away, so she ran to catch up to them.

A few minutes later she was seated in Mr. Litski’s office next to Emanuel, as Amanda came in. “Good, you’re here now Amanda. I’ll make this quick, as third period is due to start soon. Allison’s partner Edward has been hospitalized for a Panic Disorder. Amanda, as you are better adjusted than Allison so far to the Program, I’d like you to go through the rest of the week without a partner. Emanuel, you’ll partner with Allison, as you two have already become somewhat close. Any objections?” he said.

They all nodded their heads – Allison figured even if one of them did have an objection, it wouldn’t serve any purpose. She noticed Amanda leave first, but not before she quietly fondled Emanuel’s penis for a few moments. Allison asked, “Mr. Litski, could we have a few moments to talk in private? There’s something I need to discuss with Emanuel quickly.” He nodded and left the office, closing the door behind him.

Emanuel looked at her, and she could see the concern in his eyes. “When you saw me earlier, you saw me in my safe place – a state where I can go inside whenever things get too stressful, scary, etc. I maintain as little focus on the outside world as I need to, but can respond to questions non-verbally,” she explained. She could see some of the worry leave from his eyes. “Oh, thank you for your gentle hug earlier – that was just what I needed to feel better.” The smile that broke out on his face instantly warmed her up inside.

Mr. Litski entered the room again. “You two should be heading to class now – if you leave now, you should be able to make it there before the halls get busy again,” he mentioned.

Allison looked at Emanuel and asked, “Would you like to hang out some time and maybe play a game or something?” She felt a little nervousness pop up as she waited for his response.

Emanuel

Emanuel was shocked by her question – he hadn’t thought she was interested in him. He felt flattered – she was the first beautiful girl to like him that wasn’t a complete bitch. “Sure, when were you thinking?” he answered back. He had always been taught to let the girl set the terms first, then if they needed to be changed, compromise.

“Uhmmm… my house after school tomorrow?” she suggested, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

He thought about this for a second. “That won’t work – I have baseball practice then. How about tonight?”

She blushed and responded, “I’ll need to check with my parents first. Is that okay?” He nodded his head in agreement. Mr. Litski shot them a look, telling Emanuel it was time to go.

The next few minutes were a blur – At first, the halls were silent, and they didn’t run into anyone. When they approached the stairwell however, three guys came out of nowhere. Emanuel was a little surprised he hadn’t noticed them. One of them stepped up to Allison and said, “Hey baby, looks like your tits want some attention. I’m happy to give them what they want,” as he roughly squeezed them. Emanuel moved forward to stop the guy, only to be restrained by the other two. The guy continued, “That’s a pretty pussy you have there. I wonder how you like to be touched there,” as he flicked her clit hard a few times. Emanuel watched as Allison didn’t react to this. Summoning all his strength, he broke free from the hold of the other two as he reached for the small whistle he kept around his neck, blowing it hard upon grabbing it.

The boys fled as the sharp sound left the whistle. Emanuel noticed Allison was about to fall, and quickly caught her. He could see that she was firmly in her safe place. “Would you mind if I hug you Allison?” he asked. He got his answer as she pulled him into a tight hug, her head resting on his chest. “I want you to know you can stay here as long as you need,” he told her softly. She snuggled a little closer.

A minute later, a school guard came running up to them. “What happened here?” he asked.

Emanuel answered softly, “Some boys assaulted Allison a few moments ago, and ran off towards the sports field when I blew my whistle. You might be able to catch them.”

The guard nodded and responded, “Are you okay here then? Where did they touch her?”

Emanuel sighed and said, “One of them squeezed her breasts hard, and flicked her clitoris. They didn’t get any further though.”

The guard noted this down and asked, “Do you need the nurse?” Emanuel shook his head no, and watched as the guard ran towards the fields.

Allison looked up at him a few minutes later. “Thank you,” she said, adding “could we stay like this for a little longer?”

Emanuel nodded his head in agreement adding, “As long as we make it to class on time.” A few moments later she broke the hug, much to his disappointment, and pointed to the watch on her wrist. He stood up, and they went to class, with Allison sticking close to him the entire way.

Allison

Allison stepped into the class room and watched as thirty-four pairs of eyes shifted towards her and Emanuel – including the teacher’s eyes. “So we have our first program participants. There are two seats in the back for you – please sit there. And I know that I am supposed to offer you both an opportunity for relief, but I refuse to do so on matter of principle. If you need it, you’ll either have to wait for your next class or get it before you come here” the teacher said. Allison just blinked at this and quickly walked to the back of the room. She noticed Emanuel took his time, walking seductively. Allison started to feel a wetness building in her nether regions.

Allison settled down as Emanuel sat down. “Now, you all have a copy of the class schedule in front of you. Our first book will be To Kill A Mockingbird. The copies haven’t arrived yet though, so instead we will talk about our favorite books,” said the teacher. The period passed quickly, with most of Allison’s attention focusing on Emanuel’s body. She wondered what his penis would taste like, and if she could ever take it fully. She wondered why that thought even came up, and quickly banished it.

What seemed like a few minutes later, the class let out. Allison started to get a little nervous – Emanuel’s next class was at the other side of the high school, while hers was just downstairs. She quietly made her way to the stair well nearby, watching as his cute ass disappeared down the hall.

Just as she made it to the floor below she noticed a boy coming towards her. “Umm… Could I touch your breasts?” he asked. She nodded her head yes, but felt herself retreating into her place as he started to touch her. A few moments later he stopped and walked away, a strange look on his face. As the boy disappeared into a room, Allison stepped back out of her place for a moment and noticed that her arousal had disappeared. She slipped back in as another person came into view. She quickly walked towards her next class, managing to avoid any more reasonable requests.

Emanuel

Emanuel walked into the class room, expecting the same strange looks he had received in English. “Ahh, Mr. Lopez. We’ve been expecting you,” said the teacher. She looked down at his very firm penis. “Would you like relief?” she asked. Emanuel nodded his head yes. “Would you prefer to do it yourself, or would you like help from someone?” she asked.

“I’d like some help.” He watched as six hands shot up. “Umm… you,” he said, pointing at a girl in the front row. She stepped up to the front as he sat down on the seat left out. He closed his eyes as the girl knelt in front of him, and put her hands on his hard penis. She started rubbing it up and down, giving him the best hand job he’d gotten in a long time.

As she did this though, images of Allison giving it to him filled his head. A few minutes later he warned the girl, “I’m about to cum”. She sped up, pointing his penis at her shirt. With a grunt he came, sending cum all over her shirt. He let the last of the Allison images drift away, and opened his eyes, finally seeing where she had pointed. Just as he was about to apologize, she quickly mouthed ‘don’t worry about it’. He took a tissue from his teacher and quickly cleaned up.

“Now, let’s get onto the lesson” she said as Emmanuel quickly made his way to a seat in the back.

His mind drifted off to English earlier. He hadn’t thought his ‘walk’ would turn her on so much – he could smell her excitement as soon as he had sat down next to her. He smiled, remembering how every few minutes she’d look over at him. His thoughts drifted to her perfect butt, her newly trimmed pussy, and her beautiful breasts. Somehow though, it seemed wrong to be focused only on her sexual organs. He closed his eye’s and he could see her face and pure white smile, her long brown hair, her perfect stomach. The next thing he knew, the bell ending the period was ringing. He quickly gathered his things and wandered off towards the cafeteria.

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to be continued

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