Elaine - Naked In School

Chapter 4

WEDNESDAY

Lucy and I had hardly got through the gate when Trevor stopped me. "I’ve got a Reasonable Request."

"I’m not even undressed yet."

"You don’t need to be for this. Can we call a truce?"

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"You know what. After your little stunt yesterday, every girl in the school decided to leave me high and dry."

"Every girl?" asked Lucy incredulously.

"Alright. Every girl that asked me for a Request. And it’s not funny being so desperate to cum and having to wait till the next class."

"Oh, so he understands now," I said to Lucy.

"Okay. I’m sorry about the things I said."

"It’s Lucy you need to apologise to."

He turned to Lucy, but she turned and walked away. I caught the sad longing look in his eyes, but when he saw me watching him, he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I tried," he said.

I suddenly felt sorry for him. "I’ll give you a blowjob if you like. And finish it," I promised.

To my surprise he glanced at Lucy’s retreating figure and mumbled, "No thanks."

You could have knocked me down with a feather.

"You still love her, don’t you?" I asked gently.

He nodded.

"Then why were you such a bastard to her in her week? And why didn’t you want to see her again afterwards?"

He thought for a minute. "I don’t know. I just got so mad seeing her with someone else, even though I knew she had to do it. And when I got mad, she got mad, and I got madder and in the end she wanted to do everything just to spite me."

I didn’t have an answer for that, but there ought to be one, I thought. We undressed quietly, both ignoring the crowd around us.

"You know, we’d better do something to show the other girls we’ve called a truce," I said.

"Can I go down on you?" he asked.

"You want revenge for yesterday?"

"No." He paused. "I want you to show me how."

I nodded, "Okay."

We found a patch of grass and I lay down. Lucy was right. He was crap. "You’re not trying to scoop the ice cream out of the bottom of the cornet," I said. And I told him, step by step, what seemed to work best for me.

He actually made me cum, and quite strongly. And the last thing I noticed before I closed my eyes was Lucy, who’d had to rejoin us to get undressed, watching him, and I swear she looked jealous. When I opened my eyes again, she was busy being groped, while attempting to give two handjobs at the same time. She wasn’t looking in our direction.

All that had taken quite a time, and the bell went before I could put my own plan for today into operation. Damn. It would have to wait till lunchtime.

I think I’ll claim a record for Wednesday morning. I had four lessons on the trot without being asked to do anything in any of them. I wonder if any other proggies have had that. I would have been disappointed, but my mind was really on lunchtime.

But I did manage to find time during one of the breaks to go and see Dr. Reynolds.

"How’s it going?" he asked.

"Good," I said. "But it’s not me that I’ve come to see you about."

"Is Lucy okay?"

I grinned. "It’s not her either. It’s something that is missing in your Program education. You probably thought you’d covered everything."

"And we haven’t?"

"No. You talk about how to treat participants, and how participants might feel, and how they should be supported and all that. But you haven’t mentioned boyfriends or girlfriends."

"What do you mean?"

"How they might feel, seeing their girlfriend or boyfriend being groped or having sex with a load of other people."

"Are you thinking of anyone in particular?"

"Yes, but that’s not the point. Some people are really gonna freak out at that, or get insanely jealous. And at the very least that should be covered, if only to talk about ways to cope with jealousy, and how the participant and everyone else can help."

"You’re thinking of Trevor and Lucy." It wasn’t a question. He doesn’t miss much.

"Yeah," I admitted. "The Program blew their relationship apart. I think they still love each other, but they’ve hurt each other too much to get back together again."

"Do you want me to talk with them?" he offered.

"No. I think they’ve got to come to terms with it in their own way." (With a little helping hand from me, I added silently to myself.) "But you should think about what to include in the teaching to help in the future."

"Okay. That makes a great deal of sense. I’ll pass it on to the Committee and see what they can come up with. Thank you for the idea."

With that out of the way, I could absent-mindedly sail through the rest of morning lessons, and the gropings, and keep my mind on lunchtime.

"You in a race or something?" Lucy asked me as I bolted down the school’s excuse for food.

I just grinned.

When I’d finished, I found a table and sat on it, my knees spread wide apart. "One proggie, open for Requests," I announced.

I let the first two boys finger me for a while, while a third played with my boobs. But when the fourth asked to finger me, I said, "No."

The look on his face was classic, but it soon changed as I continued, "But you can fuck me if you like."

When I’d managed to convince him that I was serious, he tore off his trousers and pants, climbed on top and, feeling how wet I was, pushed his way into me. To my surprise, even though I’d played with myself often enough, it still hurt for a moment. But I wasn’t nearly as surprised as he was.

"You okay?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes, keep going."

Of course after that he quickly came inside me. When he pulled out there was a little bit of blood, so he went to get cleaned up.

Someone else was asking to fuck me, but I said, "Sorry, I think I need the shower first."

I ran to the nearest toilet and slammed the door and started crying. My anonymous first handjob and blowjobs had been fun. But suddenly my first fuck being anonymous didn’t seem such fun. I felt used, even though it had been my idea, used and dirty.

I went to the shower and cleaned myself up, but still felt pretty worked up. And I was getting a stinking headache.

I woke up in the sick bay. "What happened?" I asked.

"You fainted," Nurse replied.

"Oh. How long was I out?"

"Quite a while, nearly ten minutes."

NOT good.

For the first time in a few days, I thought of my own mortality.

Apart from choosing that stupid way to lose my virginity, I’d really enjoyed this week. I’d had more fun in two days than I could remember. And suddenly the idea of dying, now I was finally enjoying life, seemed so unfair.

I hit the wall with my fist so hard, it hurt. Then I turned to face the wall, lying down on the bed, and started crying.

Previous times when I’d started crying at my situation either nurses or my parents or somebody would get all worried and try to cheer me up.

Nurse didn’t. She just let me cry. And if Nurse ever reads this, I want her to know how grateful I am.

Of course when I’d stopped crying and was just lying there feeling sorry for myself, she came in with the inevitable cup of tea.

Then we sat and talked. And I asked her about her own childhood, and what made her want to become a nurse.

It was really sad. Her older brother was hit by a car and she phoned for an ambulance, then ran back to him. But she didn’t know what to do to help him, so she just held his hand until he died.

When the ambulance got there she screamed because they wouldn’t let her go with him. A policewoman took her home to her parents. Although they said that he was hurt so badly that there was nothing she could have done, even if she’d been a doctor, she took years getting the guilt out of her head.

She started bringing home injured birds or other small animals, driving her parents mad. She wanted to become a doctor, but her exam results weren’t good enough, so she took a pre-nursing course and trained as a nurse instead.

She hurt her back lifting a patient, so she had to stop hospital nursing and got offered a job as a school nurse. And she’d been doing that ever since.

I told her all about my medical history and all my many stays in hospital, which I’m sure she must already have known about, but she didn’t say so, she just let me talk.

Then I asked her, "Am I just being a slut wanting to do this, and try everything all at once?"

"It’s your body," she replied. "How you enjoy it is nobody else’s business. So you just go on doing what you feel is right for you."

"Thanks." I looked at the clock on the wall. "I’ve been here nearly all afternoon."

"Yes," she replied. "If you were anyone else, I’d have to warn you that you’d end up having to do another week in the Program."

I laughed. "That’s one thing I don’t have to worry about, isn’t it?"

It was too late to go into the last lesson, so I waited in the corridor until Lucy came out of her class.

"Thank god," she said. "I couldn’t think in there, I was so worried about you. What happened?"

"I fainted, that’s all. And they overreacted." Well it was sort of true, I guess.

She looked relieved. "You’re okay now?"

"Fine," I lied. I still had a bit of a headache, but I wasn’t telling Nurse or Lucy that.

"Walk home together?" I asked.

"Okay."

But as we walked out after getting dressed, four of the older boys came and grabbed her. "Happy birthday," they yelled as they carried her off. She couldn’t speak for laughing.

They carried her round the back and into our fairly new P.E. building. Then they tossed her in the pool, clothes and all. "Happy birthday," they yelled again.

"You could have got me before I got dressed," she complained as she climbed out of the pool.

One of the girls there handed her a towel. "We got you some spare clothes in the changing rooms."

While she was changing they trundled in some trolleys. One had a big cake on it and the others had an assortment of buffet food. (I’m sure the school has rules against this sort of thing, smuggling edible food past the dining hall staff.) On a table nearby were bottles of fizz. Someone had even sneaked in a keg of beer.

When she came out, everyone started singing "Happy Birthday" and handing her cards.

Somebody blew a whistle and someone else started playing some music. A few of the girls threw some balloons at Lucy.

"I didn’t know it was your birthday. I didn’t get you a card," I whispered.

"I never told anyone," she said. "I don’t know how they found out."

"Sorry I’m late, I had to work in the print room," said Trevor as he came through the door.

"You?" Lucy accused loudly. "So that’s how they found out my birthday." Then her voice softened considerably. "But why all this?"

"I told them what a lousy birthday you had last year, with your gran dying and you being laid up with a broken leg, so they decided to make sure you enjoyed this one." He grinned sheepishly.

"Broken leg?" I asked.

"She borrowed a motorbike, I think that’s the polite way of saying it," he laughed, much to Lucy’s embarrassment. "Got half a mile and fell off. Had to take a part-time job to pay for the repairs."

"Don’t remind me," she said, but she was laughing as well.

After everyone was too full to eat much more, they made Lucy cut the cake. One of the girls stood behind her and pushed her face into the cake (gotta be done, you know), so Lucy grabbed some icing and chased her around the pool.

Only the icing at the top of the cake was smeared, so the girl she’d chased served a portion to everyone.

After that most of them went to change into costumes for swimming. Lucy, Trevor and I simply stripped off and dived in.

When the girl who still had some icing in her hair saw us skinny-dipping, she shouted, "The hell with it!" She threw her two-piece into a corner and dived in. Several other girls, and a few of the boys, followed suit, to coin a phrase.

Two attacking packs formed up. The girl-pack went after each boy in turn who still had trunks on. They didn’t stand a chance. Similarly, the boy-pack went after individual girls. There were screams and screeches but no real complaints.

It wasn’t long before everyone was naked. Amazingly I didn’t see anything sexy, not even a little bit of making out. Okay, a few hard-ons appeared, but I guess when your mates start laughing at you, it’s as effective as a proverbial cold shower.

The party went on for a long time and I was getting really tired. To my surprise Trevor offered to walk me home.

"I heard you weren’t well this afternoon. I know Lucy was worrying herself sick. What happened?"

"I just fainted. They overreacted, that’s all."

"Why do you have all these times off sick?" he asked. "And why are you excused P.E. all the time?"

"Just not the healthiest person in school, I guess," I replied casually.

"Lucy’s worried about you, you know that?"

"Yeah. I know. But she needn’t be. It’s nothing." I felt bad lying to him.

In an effort to change the subject I asked him if he was planning on getting back together with Lucy.

"I wanted to this term," he said, "I really did. But then she goes and really rubs my nose in it by volunteering for the Program. She must like having everyone after her and I can’t cope with it. I thought I’d got over everything she did the first week, but now this?"

"Please trust Lucy," I begged. "She’s not what you think she is."

"How can I?" he asked sadly.

We’d reached my house. I invited him in, but he said no and I watched him sadly walk away.

Just two more days, I thought, and I promise I’ll explain it to you, and when you know how wonderful she’s been, you’ll love her even more.