Lucy - Naked In School

Chapter 2

Let me tell you, it’s one thing taking off your clothes when about a hundred other girls are doing the same, in the excitement of that assembly. It’s rather different staying that way.

My boyfriend, Trevor hadn’t noticed me in assembly, but he also works for the school magazine, so he was in the magazine office when I went there straight afterwards, still naked.

"You? Naked? Why?"

Don’t misunderstand. He really is quite intelligent and has even been known to speak in whole sentences occasionally, which is just as well as he’s the magazine’s sportswriter.

But the sight of me walking into that office naked must have disconnected his brain from his mouth somehow.

I should explain about Trevor and me. We’re both, to put it mildly, considered nerds. That means we take work seriously. We can’t help it if we like lessons, but some people think that that is a crime. So we sort of drifted together just over two years ago.

We’d been hanging around together in school and outside of school for six months, so he decided to celebrate by "officially" asking me out on a date. We went to see a film, which was rubbish, so we followed time-honoured tradition and started to kiss and touch each other.

After the film, we decided to skip dinner and go straight for dessert, that is, we went back to his house, undressed each other and had sex. It wasn’t exactly spectacular, but we both liked it, so we did it quite often after that.

Who needs excitement or drama when you’ve got a nice, comfortable, regular sex partner and you can get each other off when you need to?

"You’ve seen me naked before," I pointed out.

"Yeah, in bed, when we were screwing."

"Don’t call it that. We were making love."

"True, but it’s more fun to tease you."

"Very funny."

"Okay, so what gives? Just because Heather and Samantha made it through the Program you think it’s a must for all geeks?"

"You think geeks shouldn’t do it? What have you got against geeks?"

"Nothing, seeing as I am one," he replied. "And I’ve nothing against one geek in particular."

"That’s just as well, if you want to screw me tonight, because wandering around like this has made me horny as hell, and if you weren’t interested I might just have to find someone who is."

"I thought nudists always say it’s not erotic."

"Maybe it isn’t for them. All I know is that walking around naked when nearly everyone else is wearing clothes, when you know that they are staring at you and checking you out, is making me really wet."

He put out his hand and I went to stand next to him to let him feel me. "Fuck, you are wet," he muttered.

"Told you."

"You’re going to leave wet patches on all the seats in class today."

"I’m going to be late. I’ll do this later. See you."

I was a few minutes late for class, but Mr. Jefferson didn’t seem to mind too much, although he did greet me with "Buenos Tardes, Señorita," which means "Good afternoon (or evening), young lady".

"Sorry, I’m late. I had to drop off my notes in the magazine office."

I scanned the room and saw one solitary naked boy, looking most uncomfortable, and the girl who had undressed me.

I still didn’t know her name and that made me feel guilty. We’d been in this class together and some others about half of this year, since she’d moved here in February, and I’d never bothered to even learn her name.

At the end of the lesson, she came up to me. Still feeling guilty, I felt myself tense up. She spoke cheerfully enough, "Hi, Lucy. Still okay with the nudie bit, I see."

"Yeah, it’s okay. Not as nerve-racking as I expected it to be."

"Then why the sudden intake of breath when you saw me coming? I wouldn’t have got into this with you if I realised you were that uncomfortable with me." She turned to go.

"Please. Don’t go. It’s not you."

"Then what?"

"I feel terrible, but after all this time, I don’t know your name."

"Is that all? It’s Elaine."

"Elaine," I repeated.

"Do you normally get your kit off without knowing someone’s name?"

I had to smile at that. "No, you’re my first for that."

I spent the rest of the day naked, but although Elaine stayed naked for the next two days, I lost my nerve. Somehow, arriving at school and stripping off with everyone watching was too much for me.

Elaine didn’t say anything about me wearing my uniform again, but I think she was disappointed. The boy had given up and put his clothes back on at lunchtime the first day, so she was the only one in our class still naked.

I had to admire her courage, but I don’t think she enjoyed it much.

Quite a few of those who were naked on the Monday had gone back to wearing clothes by the Tuesday, so I wasn’t the only coward, but that’s how it felt, so I tended to avoid Elaine, even though I felt guilty about doing so.

It was quite a relief when Wednesday afternoon came to an end and school was over for the week.

Wednesday evening was fun, watching Sam’s show at Ws. I even got in free as I was reporting on it for the Sword. I’d seen Sam speaking confidently on Monday, but on Wednesday night, she was something else.

I had to spend half of Thursday morning at my computer, writing my report on Sam’s show as it had to be ready for the print run Monday morning, but after that my time was my own.

My parents had arranged for us to go away for a long weekend, to make the most of my extra time off school, so as soon as I’d emailed my copy to the office, I slung a few things into the car and we drove off for a camping weekend.

As soon as we hit the motorway, Mum nailed me. "What’s this I hear about you going naked in school on Monday?"

"Oh, nothing much. A whole lot of us did; they must have put something in the air conditioning."

"You’re not thinking of getting into that Program thing, are you?"

"Well, it probably wouldn’t do my career any harm," I said, "judging by all the interest in Heather and Samantha."

"Might not do your social life any harm either," said Dad, unexpectedly.

"Dad!" I shrieked. "You wouldn’t really want me going round being groped by half the boys in school, would you?"

"No," he admitted. "But sometimes I wonder if you need something to give you some fun, instead of working all the time. I mean, the main reason we go camping is that it’s the only way we can stop you working online."

I hadn’t realised that. "I thought you liked camping."

"It’s okay, and at least we spend time with you this way."

"Oh. But I do have fun. I’ve got a boyfriend."

"Trevor, you mean?" Mum sounded unenthusiastic.

"What’s wrong with Trevor? Just because we’ve been together over two years now? Most parents would be glad their daughter isn’t spreading it around."

"We are," said my Dad. "But let’s face it, your relationship isn’t exactly exciting, is it?"

"We’re comfortable together."

"At your age, you shouldn’t be comfortable. That’s fine for old fogies like us, but you should be having some excitement. When we hear you having sex together, it’s like it’s a routine."

"You listen to us having sex?"

"No," answered my mother quickly. "That’s our point. When I was your age, we had to hide away to stop people hearing. I was a screamer."

I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know these details of my mother’s teenage sex life.

"Okay. I’ll volunteer for the Program. And I’ll let every boy in class screw me if it makes you happy."

My Mum looked speculatively at me.

"I’m joking, Mum. Anyhow, they’re not taking volunteers and next week’s the only remaining Program week, so I think I’m pretty safe this year."

"Good. I’m not saying go from one extreme to the other, but just try to live a little."

MONDAY

I’d just sat down at my magazine desk to check my emails before first lesson, when one of the teaching assistants knocked on the door. "Would you go to see Dr. Reynolds, please, Miss Morris?"

"Sure. May I finish my emails first?"

"I think he wants to see you now."

Damn. "Okay, on my way."

Usually if Dr. R called me on a Monday morning, it was because of something in the Sword he wasn’t sure should be printed. Funny, I couldn’t think of anything terribly controversial that day. I’d even kept the report on the previous Monday’s assembly pretty tasteful, I thought. And with some linguistic acrobatics, I’d done the same with Sam’s show.

Then I remembered. He’d mentioned in an email that the inquiry had produced a new revised Program Pamphlet. He must want me to squeeze something in about any changes.

When I walked into his outer office and first I saw Suzie and then saw there were four other girls there and five boys, my first thought, which I said aloud, was, "Oh Shit!"

A couple of them looked at me, rather surprised. Lucy doesn’t swear. She’s much too well-educated for that.

Mrs. Johnson looked up from her desk for a moment, then carried on with her work.

"Come on in," called Dr. Reynolds to all of us. "You will have guessed that you are in the Program this week. Then are eleven of you as Suzie is repeating her week because she left school early on the Friday without permission. If you need any help or advice, she will make herself available for you. Before you get undressed, has anyone got any questions?"

One of the boys said, "I wasn’t one of the ones wandering around naked last week. With so many volunteers why have you picked me?"

"The Program is going to be a requirement for everyone, regardless of whether you volunteered or not," explained Dr. Reynolds, "although this week I have selected at least some volunteers."

"My girlfriend’s going to kill me," the boy replied.

"She might have to fight off all the other girls first," said another of the boys.

"You’re hoping!" laughed one of the girls.

"Hey, if I can’t get laid every day this week, there’s really something wrong."

"Me too," said one of the girls, who was normally one of the quieter ones around the school. We looked at her, surprised. "Well? Why not? What’s sauce for the goose, or should that be the gander?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Anyway, I’m gonna make the most of this week."

"Okay, everyone," called Mrs. Johnson. "The side office here has been cleared for you to get undressed. There’s a toilet and a washbasin at the far end if anyone needs it." She opened the door to the other office and went back to her desk.

We walked into the side office, but then I realised that one of us was missing.

Kim, one of the girls in some of my classes, was standing exactly where she had been standing. "I can’t do this. I won’t do this. You can’t make me."

"Yes, they can," said Suzie, then she turned to Dr. Reynolds. "Leave her with me, sir."

Dr. Reynolds left the room and closed the door. The eleven of us were left alone. Most began undressing, but none could avoid watching Suzie with Kim.

"I’m not going to take my clothes off and that’s final."

"Okay. When Dr. Reynolds returns, he will have to get someone like the gym instructors to strip you."

"No. He wouldn’t do that."

"He has no choice. Look. What’s your name?"

"Kim."

"Kim, he can’t let you go out of here clothed, that’s the rules. Now the other girls and I are going to take your clothes off. If you want the gym instructors to do it instead, just tell us. I think it’s Mr. Cochran on duty in the gym this morning."

Don Cochran was an ex-Army PT instructor and we were all convinced he thought he was still in the Army. Tough didn't come close. As we’d found out one day on a cross-country run, he was also an extremely good first-aider, not to mention brave.

We’d crossed over a wooden bridge and two of the boys had got into a bit of a shoving contest when the wooden rail at the side gave way. One of the boys fell into the cold, rough water quite a long way below. Yelling at us to call an ambulance, Mr. Cochran dived off the bridge and swam to save the boy. He reached the boy quickly. The current nearly swept him away, but he wouldn’t let him go. He crashed into some rocks and managed to pull the boy ashore. By the time we reached them, he was already using his shirt to bandage a nasty gash in the boy’s leg, and totally ignoring his own wounds.

Kim didn’t move.

Suzie began to unbutton her blouse and suddenly Kim pushed her away.

"I told you. If you want me to stop, just tell me you want Mr. Cochran to do it instead. Someone hold her arms." Two of the girls grabbed Kim’s arms. And held them back.

Suzie finished unbuttoning Kim’s blouse, then pushed it back off her shoulders. She unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. Before Kim had a chance to react, she pulled her knickers down straight to her feet.

The two girls pulled her blouse over her arms, then unsnapped her bra, slipping it off her.

Kim stood there naked, with a frozen expression, broken only by the tears running down her face.

Then Suzie took off her own clothes.

"Kim, you’re not in this alone. We’re all with you."

"Yeah, Kim, don’t worry. We’ll look after you," said one of the boys.

He walked across to her and hugged her. After a slight jerking movement at the touch of his naked body on hers, she rested her head on his shoulders and hugged him back.

Suzie was speaking again. "Remember everyone, NO touching today. It’s your first day."

"Damn," snarled the girl who wanted to get laid. "Now I won’t get laid today."

The boy hugging Kim turned and said, "I could help out there if you insist. That’s if Kim will let me go at all today. I swear her claws are digging holes in my back."

We all laughed at that, even Kim, who let him go, but not before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and saying, "Thanks."

Suzie handed out small handtowels to each of us. "To sit on," she explained. "We didn't have these before. Don't lose them or you'll see why we wanted them. Okay, time to go. Let’s meet our public." She opened the door to the corridor as she was speaking. "Kim, do you want me to come with you to your first lesson?"

She nodded, but said, "Won’t you get into trouble?"

Suzie took her hand. "Come on, let’s go."

I’d been so taken up with the drama with Kim, that I forgot my own nakedness until I was in the corridor.

Unlike last week, when there’d been a lot of others going naked, this time I felt alone and that everyone was staring at me. Certainly there were more people checking me out than there had been last week.

I wondered what Trevor would say, but I couldn’t worry about that now. It was lesson time.