Lucy - Naked In School

Chapter 4

Mum and Dad took it quite calmly when I told them last night that I was in the Program.

Dad is retired and quite a bit older than Mum, and she had me when she was over forty, so they are older than most of my classmates’ parents. Because he’s retired, Dad often enjoys an early morning walk in the park, picking up a newspaper on the way home. This morning he came home with a bundle.

"I thought you’d better see these before you went to school," he announced.

I don’t know why I was surprised to see photos of all six of us girls, naked, on the front page of the Sport. While it’s one thing knowing in theory that that was what they were likely to do, it’s something else actually seeing yourself in full-frontal glory on page one of a national newspaper.

"WHO WILL BE

SLUT OF THE WEEK?"

Their headline screamed.

By each of our photos were our names and some figures. After reading the first paragraph I learned that they were the odds a major national betting chain was offering on one of us being voted the Sport’s Slut of the Week.

To my surprise Suzie was way down the list at number five at only 20 to 1; I guess she was last week’s news. I wasn’t the favourite, but number three on their list at odds of 7 to 4. Poor Kim was the 100-to-1 outsider.

What bothered me most was that the photos were obviously taken inside the school.

Another newspaper had a poor-quality photo of us all getting dressed, while a third one had an even worse image of me running naked in the morning.

But the coverage (sorry, couldn’t resist) in the other newspapers was pretty mild and factual.

One newspaper had a presumably officially-released photo of Sam singing on the school stage with Rough Diamond.

Most of the newspapers covered the visit of Rough Diamond and Frank Dexter to the school. One even printed the advice we’d been given by Lindsey, almost verbatim for chrissakes!

"I think you’re in for an interesting week," Dad remarked.

I was surprised to find that I was first to arrive. A screen had been placed around the area where we had to get undressed. Another, much higher screen was being erected opposite the house bought by the satellite-TV company.

"Come on, Lucy, just because we’re your only audience now, that doesn’t mean you have to keep your clothes on."

I laughed and began to undress. Putting my clothes carefully into my box, I closed the lid and heard the firm click of the lock. Somehow yesterday had been a little unreal. That click made today seem much more real, much more final.

"Can I feel your tits?" So many were asking that, that for a second I felt like panicking. For a second I understood a little of what the first girls had gone through. Then I saw Mr. Wright, standing by the door, reassuring me. Beside him were some of the other older boys and girls.

"Okay," I said. I obviously didn’t make it clear who I was saying "okay" to, because suddenly hands were all over my tits. A few weren’t too gentle, but most were carefully caressing me. I’d decided I could survive this week, so long as I didn’t allow my body to let me get carried away. Minutes into my first day of being touched, I realised that I wasn’t doing too well on that score.

Ironically it was another Reasonable Request which brought me down to earth. "Can you sit down and open you legs so I can feel your pussy?"

I pulled away from my titty-fans and sat down. The others stood back while the boy ran a finger up and down my lips. I felt a shiver go through me. He had just slipped his finger inside me when…

Mr Wright had been joined by Mr. Thompson, who called out loudly to us. "I see you’re all here, I’m sorry to disturb everybody, but may I see all the Program participants, please?"

We all gathered round them; most of the participants were still not completely undressed.

Kim looked numb.

"I assume you have all seen the newspapers this morning. In an hour’s time lawyers acting for the Department of Education will be seeking an injunction against anyone printing or showing any photographs or video filmed on school premises. In addition, we have applied for a discovery order against the Sport to reveal who supplied the photographs which were obviously taken inside the school.

"For now, you can undress and dress behind this screen. Another screen is being built around the sports field. Until that is complete any class with Program participants will do all their P.E. indoors.

"In separate matters, the Press Complaints Commission has decided to investigate the behaviour of the Sport newspaper and the television regulators are going to rule on whether the conduct of the satellite company who filmed the running in the field yesterday was acceptable.

"Okay, you can carry on."

Kim still looked unhappy. I was about to go to her, but Tim, the boy who had comforted her yesterday, beat me to it. "Will you undress me?" he asked. She nodded and slowly undressed him.

"May I undress you?"

She bit her lip, hard, then gave a short nod.

I went back to where I had been sitting and let some more of the boys feel me, but my earlier arousal had gone.

When the bell went, I noticed Tim, one hand between Kim’s legs, kissing her.

I cleared my throat. "Sorry to interrupt, but I think we have a class together."

She suddenly seemed embarrassed.

"You okay?" I asked, as we headed for the showers.

She nodded. "I thought I was going to freak out. If it wasn’t for Tim…"

"We’re a team, remember?" called Suzie from underneath one of the showers. "If you can’t cope, tell someone."

"Okay," Kim and I said together.

"You didn’t seem too bad at the end there," I commented to Kim. "But why get embarrassed about it? I mean, it’s not exactly unnatural, is it? Or is there something about Tim I haven’t noticed?"

She laughed. "No. But natural? Standing there naked kissing your… kissing someone, with everyone standing round watching?"

"You forgot whatever his fingers were doing," I retorted.

"Oh god, you saw?"

"It would have been kinda hard not to."

She turned away from me.

"Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna have a lot more guys do that this week, and lots more watching you too. If you can enjoy it once in a while, why the hell not? I intend to."

"Haven’t you got a boyfriend?" she asked. "What will he think?"

"I don’t know," I said honestly. "But he’ll be in the Program one week and I bet he doesn’t go around trying to avoid the girls."

She laughed again, then asked, "Suzie, what’s Laura think of you still being in the Program?"

"She’s cool. You know what she told me?"

"What?"

"Just do what you have to do, and if you can have fun, make the most of it. Just come back to me at night."

"And if some gorgeous guy wants to screw you," I asked, then "oh, sorry, I forgot, you’re a lesbian now – if some gorgeous babe wants to eat you out?"

"If she’s that gorgeous, I’ll say, 'Only if I can do you too'."

We all laughed at that.

Assembly had finished early, so we soon had a shower room full of boys. If I felt a little intimidated, that was nothing to how Kim felt.

"Guys, take it easy with her, will you?" yelled Suzie. "She’s nervous as hell."

Having studied the revised Program pamphlet well, I shouted, "And remember, you have to treat us with respect or it’s automatically unreasonable. And if you don’t ask us first, we can’t agree, can we?"

Give them their due, they were pretty good with her. One at a time, they asked to play with her pussy or tits. So she had a few fingers up her, but only one guy at a time. She was biting her lip, determined not to cry.

Although they were careful to ask first, they weren’t quite so gentle with me and I thought I’m going to be sore by the end of the week at this rate.

Suzie got off pretty lightly, probably because they’d all had the chance to "play" with her last week.

She even had to dry herself afterwards. "I guess I’m old news, Lucy," she grinned. "As a reporter you get that, right?"

Before I could answer, one of the hunkier boys reached for Suzie’s towel. "More like a classic pop song, Suzie. May I?"

As he rubbed her shoulders from behind he started whistling a Beatles’ tune. Suzie was purring. (I couldn’t place it then and it was still bugging me now so I dug through my CDs until I found my Beatles stash. It was "Michelle". Good choice.)

"You okay?" I asked Kim as we walked to the lesson.

"Better than I expected," she replied.

"You sure you’re okay?"

She flashed me a grin. "Yeah, I’m sure," then, as we reached the classroom she turned and said, "but thanks."

The first lesson was Art, and we weren’t surprised that we were asked to pose.

We weren’t lucky enough to have Claymore for Art. We had a teaching assistant who looked like a reject from university. He had relaxation down to an art, with a small a, and his idea of relaxation was letting the class do pretty much what it wanted.

In this case, it meant them shouting out poses for us. Needless to say the ideas got increasingly explicit.

Finally one was chosen, though I don’t know what’s so artistic about me sitting with my legs spread, with Kim sitting on my lap, also with her legs spread, with my fingers from one hand holding her pussy wide open and a finger from the other hand inside her, and us kissing at the same time, with tongues of course.

She was trembling as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. It was only a pose, so we weren’t actually kissing, but boy did my tongue started aching after only a minute or two.

So they let us just keep our cheeks together for the rest of that half of the lesson.

He gave us five minutes break and it took us nearly a minute to get up, we were so stiff.

"You were shaking so much I thought you were going to fall off my lap," I muttered to Kim.

"I’ve never had a girl touch me there before." Her eyes dropped along with her voice.

"Come to that," I replied, "I’ve never touched a girl like that before."

We went back into the main classroom to be told we were to do a 69. Kim looked really scared.

"Oh, come on," I protested. "I know oral sex isn’t forbidden in a classroom exercise, but whatever happened to consideration? This is just a sex show, not art."

To my surprise, our "wonderful" teacher actually agreed with me. "Just get into the position and try to look lustfully at each other’s pussy."

I squeezed Kim’s hand. "It’ll be okay," I whispered.

Kim’s mouth was so close to my pussy, I could feel her breath on me.

The teacher vetoed the addition of plastic daffodils placed artistically in our arseholes, thank god.

Someone called, "Can they hold each other open?"

I think we were past caring, as Kim immediately pulled my pussy lips apart.

A few minutes later, she let them go and had to open me up again, and I got the surprise of my life when she slipped a finger into me.

When the lesson was over I asked her about that.

"I just wondered what it would be like," she said, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

We were overheard, and immediately came the cry, "Reasonable Request."

"Yes?" I snapped.

"I want Kim to finger you till you cum."

"Do I have to do that?" she asked.

I thought for a moment. "I think so, yeah."

They say that girls know exactly what buttons to press on each other, but Kim didn’t. She was feeling around inside me like some virginal boy, and making me sore as well.

Finally I said to her, "Just do what you like doing to yourself."

"I’ve never done… THAT," she said, and I realised that she was shocked at the suggestion.

"Well, what Tim did to you then."

She giggled at that. "I didn’t notice what he was doing. I was so nervous, then it was all so nice…"

"Let me show you. Just remember, I’ve never done this before either. Not on somebody else anyway."

The boys cleared a space for her and she lay on the bench, one leg on the floor.

I started slowly, just as I do if I’m masturbating. (It’s weird. I’ve had god knows how many boys’ fingers up me and I feel embarrassed writing down that I masturbate! How crazy is that?)

Quite quickly she began to move against my fingers, then she grabbed my wrist and panted really fast.

"Oh My God! What happened?" Was she really that naive?

"Don’t tell me you’ve never had an orgasm before?"

"Was that what it was?"

"Your boyfriends must have been crap."

"I’ve never had one."

"Okay, my turn, seeing as the request was that you do me."

But the bell went at that moment, and was I high and dry! (On reflection that cliché’s quite inexact, but I think I’ll leave it.)

Bringing her off had left me so turned on, I knew I’d have to do what I’d sworn to myself I would never do – ask for relief in class.

At least I had English next, and Trevor was in class with me, so I could pick him.

"You look like you need relief," smiled Mrs. O’Brien.

When the Program started, she had seemed a bit embarrassed about the whole thing, but whatever she might or might not feel about it, she wasn’t embarrassed now. She was amused.

"Yes, please, Ma’am."

"Do you want a volunteer?"

"Yes, please."

"Volunteers?"

A host of boys’ hands went up, but Trevor’s remained firmly down. He just glared at me.

I didn’t believe it. "Trevor?" I pleaded.

He shook his head firmly.

I picked one of the others and turned myself sideways so I didn’t have to look at Trevor.

I don’t even remember who I picked I was so upset, felt so betrayed, but I remember he was good, far better than I had been with Kim. Come to that, he was better than Trevor was.

Sorry if it sounds corny, but I came like an avalanche, so much so that I actually did fall off the chair, much to the amusement of most of those in the class.

"Are you alright?" asked Mrs. O’Brien.

I still couldn’t speak, so I nodded and slowly made my way to my seat.

Mrs. O’Brien has a wonderful way with language and with literature. She can make the dullest text come to life and make you think at the same time. Normally, especially as words are going to be my tools in my career as a journalist, I hang on everything she says.

Today, I didn’t remember a word. Except that she asked me a question and had to ask it twice as I wasn’t listening.

When class was over, I sat there as Trevor went past me. "Enjoy that?" he almost spat at me.

There was a group of boys ready to make requests, or to "Section C" me as Laura had called it and it had begun to stick. I really didn’t want to face them.

"Lucy?" called Mrs. O’Brien.

"Yeah?"

"I don’t want to be a nuisance, but I need some help carrying these textbooks back to the staffroom. Would you mind?"

I flashed her a look which I hope expressed my gratitude and picked up the books.

"Not now, boys. Lucy is helping me. Go find someone else to play with."

There were audible sighs as they drifted away.

When we reached the staffroom, I put down the books on a table and she said, "Would you mind waiting a few minutes in case I need you for something else?"

Some of the other teachers gave her curious looks, but she ignored them.

When the bell went for the next lesson, she said, "Oh well. I suppose you’d better go to your lesson."

I started to thank her, but she shook her head. "Run along. You don’t want to be late."

The next lesson was double Maths and, thank god, I wasn’t needed for anything.

I wasn’t looking forward to lunch and seeing Trevor again, so I was glad I didn’t see him as I went to the front of the queue and got my lunch. (Jumping the queue for lunch is one of the few perks for being in the Program. I think Laura wangled that one, on the basis that if we have to be available for Reasonable Requests after the first half hour, we should be able to get our lunch quickly to give us some time to eat it in peace. We also don’t have to pay.)

I asked Kim how she was getting on, and got no answer. She was looking into Tim’s eyes like a lovesick puppy as she shovelled what the school produced as a replacement for food into her mouth. Thinking about it, perhaps that IS the best way to eat school dinners!

"You’ve got it bad," I said.

No answer.

"You’ve really got it bad." A little louder.

"Huh?"

"Earth to Kim, come in please."

"Huh? Yeah?"

"I was asking how you were getting on."

"Oh. I’m fine." Then she turned back to Tim, who, to be fair, was staring at her with much the same expression.

So I gave up that conversation as a non-starter.

"How’s this week compare with yours last week, Sue?" I asked.

"No comparison…" She hesitated, then just stopped.

"But what?"

"Sorry?"

"You sounded like you were going to say something else."

"Oh. Just that it’s actually a bit boring."

"Boring? Going around been groped up by most of the guys in school, boring. And I thought Kim was off on another planet."

She laughed at that. "It’s just… Been there, done that, got the T-shirt."

"In your case literally, you’re just not allowed to wear it this week."

"No. By the way. Nice pieces in the rag on last Monday’s assembly and Sam’s show."

"Thanks. Dr. R let me borrow the video of the assembly so I could get what you all said right."

"You’ll never make a journalist then."

"Why?"

"Writing the truth? Isn’t that against some regulation or something?"

"How about the school’s arch lesbian-hater falling in love with a girl, then? And a girl stripper no less! That’s got to be against the rules."

"Touché," she laughed. Even as she laughed there was a wistful look in her eyes.

"Don’t go all gooey on me. We might need Suzie to defend us all in a minute when our free half hour’s up."

"I think you might just survive without assistance from a pioneer," she said.

"Talking about pioneers, what’s all this about Heather going off to see that producer bloke in London?"

"How’d you know about that? Is nothing secret around here?"

"I am zee press. Ve haf our zources. Und ve haf vays off making you tolk." I laughed. "Actually, nothing’s secret round here. You might be known as Supertongue, but you’ve forgotten Supermouth Shelley. She was all excited this morning telling everyone, so word spread fast."

"Figures. I don’t think Heather knows much more than you do. She got a call from Gerard Vaughan, that’s the one who Sam is seeing…"

"Seeing?" (I couldn’t resist – maybe I’ll try for a job on the Sport.)

"Funny. That agent Sam’s still deciding about. Anyway, he organised her helping Lindsey here yesterday and wants to introduce her to some director or something today in Birmingham. That’s all I know and all she knew when she left."

Suzie looked a bit concerned.

"Worried?"

"No. Nothing really. It’s just it’s her first real going anywhere on her own since it happened, except when Shelley got lost on the way to London. I think she was more nervous than she was letting on."

"She’ll be okay."

"Yeah. Shelley told me he even rang their Mum to say he’ll meet her at the station himself."

"This is all very interesting, girls," said a boy from behind me, "but while Heather’s exploring the Midlands, we were kinda hoping for some local pussy to explore."

Suzie and I groaned.

"Subtlety will get you everywhere," I said.

I looked over to Kim and she was sitting on a table. Tim was standing next to her, holding her pussy wide open for some boys to finger her. A girl was giving him a blowjob at the same time and another boy was sucking on one of Kim’s breasts. She looked okay. Actually she looked more than okay.

"Amazing what love will do," I commented.

"Uh? What love?" demanded Suzie, looking around quickly.

"God! Is everyone on a different planet today? Kim and Tim? The Lovesick Puppy Club? She’s so happy to be with him she’s not even noticing what else is happening to her."

"Oh. Yeah?" she replied.

"Duh! Just look at her!" Sure enough, Kim was only looking at Tim and didn’t seem to notice when one boy pulled his fingers out of her and three boys shoved fingers in her at once.

The boys waiting for Suzie and me were getting impatient. "When are we gonna get some?"

"Only if you ask nicely," I said sternly, punching Suzie for laughing and totally spoiling the effect.

"Please, Miss Morris and Miss Peters, may we feel your pussies?"

Now I was laughing too.

The boys had Suzie and me facing each other, leaning over the table between us. They were taking it in turns fingering our pussies, then putting their fingers in our mouths to clean them off.

I’d never tasted another girl before. I don’t know if I liked it or not. It was different to tasting myself, but I couldn’t explain how. Maybe it was just psychological.

I didn’t have time to think about that one as one of the boys started rubbing me harder. He pushed another finger into my arse at the same time as he worked on my pussy, but he just let it rest there.

Suddenly I was picked up and laid gently on the table on my back and hands were all over me, stroking, squeezing.

"Close your eyes," Suzie suggested. "I’ll make sure they don’t do anything OTT."

I did as she said and the sensations built up and up into the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had.

When the dam burst, I felt totally drained. I opened my eyes and Trevor was looking at me from a short distance away. His eyes showed disgust.

I looked enviously at Kim, being taken to her umpteenth orgasm as Tim stroked her and kissed her.

I looked back to find Trevor but he’d gone.

Ignoring more calls for Reasonable Requests, I watch Tim kiss, nibble and lick down Kim’s body until finally he had his tongue in her pussy.

Then he held her hand as another boy replaced him.

Her momentary look of shock disappeared as he kissed her and she relaxed. I felt envious of Kim for the first time.

I was brought rapidly down to earth by, "Can I play with your arsehole?"

"Ever heard of please?"

"Please?"

"Okay," I sighed. "But be gentle."

"I will."

At least it made a change from my pussy being pounded with fingers. I was beginning to think it was going to need all nine lives to survive this week.

He seemed to enjoy himself, but it left me cold.

The afternoon was a little more routine than the lunchtime. Sure, I had a few Section Cs, thankfully all wanting to feel my tits rather than my pussy.

In the first break, two boys came up to me, "Can we Section you?"

"Why? I’m not crazy!" I thought about that. Maybe I was wrong about that one.

That went over their heads, so I asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Can we suck on your tits?"

"Okay, don’t bite, that’s all."

"We won’t, Lucy."

I broke my usual rule and let my eyes close as they licked my nipples and nibbled and sucked on them while using their hands to caress the rest of my breasts and my shoulders. Wow!

In the second break a boy came up to me and said, "My dad saw you in the paper and said you should be a good ride."

"Why?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, you’re quite small, so that makes you a Morris Minor."

I was still puzzled.

"The car! There are still some around; they even have clubs for them. My uncle’s got one."

"Oh. Well you’re not getting a ride."

"How about a feel then?"

"Your fingers better be better than your dad’s jokes," I warned. "And if I were you, I’d stop getting your dad to give you chat-up lines."

He laughed. Actually his fingers weren’t at all bad, but just as he was getting me going, the damn bell went. I would have stayed and let him finish, but he pulled his fingers out of me with a slightly disgusting, squelchy "pop" and left, without even saying "goodbye, feel you later".

I shared the final lesson with Trevor and he ignored me.

"What the fuck’s wrong with you?" I demanded when I couldn’t bear it any longer.

I don’t know who was more shocked, Trevor, the class or the teacher whose lesson I’d just interrupted in a definitely un-Lucy-like way.

"Nuffin."

"Like hell there isn’t."

I left it at that and the lesson continued.

But before he could escape at the end of the lesson, I stepped in front of him. "What is it with you? What do you hate? That I have to let other boys do almost what they like to me? Because you’re a great fucking support if that’s it. Or is it that sometimes, instead of it just being a pain, just now and again, I might actually be able to enjoy it? Would you rather I was miserable all week? And hated every minute and dreaded coming to school? Is that what you want?"

"No," he said heavily.

"And what gives with refusing to give me relief in class? I can’t help it if I was left so turned on I had to get relief. And I was so glad you were there. How do you think I felt when you refused? Apart from me looking a complete idiot."

"You soon forgot that though, didn’t you? Was he good?"

"Yes, if you want to know. He was good. A damned sight better than you actually."

I stormed off not even bothering to wait for his reaction. I’d had enough of him for one day.

As I approached the clothes boxes, Mrs. Wright stopped me. "Don’t let any of the other participants past here. I’ll bring your clothes to you. You can dress here instead. Which box are you?"

"Seven."

She was back a minute later, then went off to get clothes for some others.

"What’s going on?"

"A couple of TV helicopters are flying overhead, trying to film you all getting dressed, seeing as the screen stops them filming from the ground."

Once dressed we were taken to the kitchens and got into the back of a bread van parked outside them. This was getting silly.

Much later, in bed, I found myself thinking about Trevor and began to wonder if our time together was over. Was he dumping me? Or was I finding out that I wanted more than he was giving me?

I thought I should cry, but instead, for the first time in weeks, I brought myself off, closing my eyes and imagining some of the boys, and, to my surprise, thinking of Kim.