Michelle - Naked In School

Chapter 3

MONDAY (continued)

Christine and I had the same lessons that afternoon, so we felt a little bit sorry for Roberta, left on her own, especially with her "dark secret" now exposed, literally.

I suddenly realised that sometime in that lunch hour, I’d gone from being more than a bit scared and definitely embarrassed about walking around naked, and even more about posing, to being okay with it.

To be honest, I was thinking about that during my first afternoon lesson instead of concentrating on the lesson, Social Studies, when… "And I’m sure you’ve got an opinion, Michelle?"

"Uh?"

"She’s daydreaming, sir. Probably can’t wait for break time." Nearly everyone laughed.

"Seeing as we were talking about the Program, I thought you’d show an interest."

"Sorry, sir."

Mr. Rawlings gave an exasperated (and exaggerated) sigh, then explained, "Kelly was arguing that the Program was acceptable because it was approved in a democratic way in Parliament, therefore people should stop moaning about it."

"Fine. If she thinks it’s so great, she can swap places."

"But you seem okay about it now. I know you were nervous earlier, but…"

"That’s not the point, sir. If I were able to pass a law saying that all men and women over 25 had to run naked down the street once a day and let everyone feel them up for half an hour, or they’d be sent to prison, you’d be screaming about human rights abuses. But because we’re young we don’t count."

"But nobody is talking about sending you to prison. In fact, nobody forced you to come back to school today. You chose to return to school."

"Oh, yeah. So what you’re saying is, it’s okay to blackmail us. Either do what we want and become the school sex toy for the week, or you get no qualifications, no chance of university or a decent career, you’ll just end up in fucking McDonald's saying ‘Do you want fries with that?’ for the rest of your life."

Some of them laughed at the last bit. "I think we can keep the bad language out of the classroom."

That really pissed me off. "Are you serious, sir? Tomorrow I’ve got to let half the school feel me up, shove their fingers up me if they want to, and you’re moaning about me using a swear word?"

He looked at me for a moment, then nodded, "Point taken. I withdraw that comment."

"Thank you," I said begrudgingly.

"But society does have rules," he went on. "You have to wear a crash helmet if you want to ride a motorcycle. You can’t smoke or drink when you are underage, not legally anyway. You can’t drive unless you get training and a licence. You have to pay taxes. You can’t kill your next-door neighbour if he annoys you."

One of the girls shouted out, "Pity!" which got a laugh.

"Okay," he said, laughing with us. "The point I’m trying to make is that all of those rules impinge on what some people call civil liberties. How is this different? If you want a higher education, it must include a sexual element."

"You wouldn’t be saying that if you were standing there naked, sir. You of all people would be yelling to everyone about human rights abuses and everything."

"Anyone else got a thought? Kelly?"

"Rights come with responsibilities. If the government is going to spend thousands of pounds on your higher education, they are entitled to ask for something in return, for you to help educate your classmates, and for us, when it’s our turn, to do the same for you. It’s like a contract."

"A very one-sided one, that’s all I can say."

"Okay, that’s our time about up as we still need to mark up your test results on the British Constitution. Pass your homework papers to the front and Michelle can hand them out randomly."

Typical, I thought. Use me to do that, just so he can get a better look.

As I passed the papers out, he said, "But for your homework, I want everyone to look at the moral and ethical issues surrounding the Program. We’ll come back to this topic later in the week."

The rest of the class was just routine, so I won’t bore you with it here.

Although I’d begun to feel comfortable about being naked in front of everyone, the discussion had made me begin to feel angry that I had to be, just because some bunch of politicians decided that it was a good idea.

"Can I see your pussy?"

"No, it’s at home, drinking milk," I snapped angrily.

"Alright, then. Can I look up your vagina, please?"

That didn’t make me feel better. But I was damned if I was going to give up and walk out now. Apart from anything else, I’d look stupid. So I sat on the bench and opened my legs.

"Can you hold it open? I want to see inside."

Why? I thought, and pulled my pussy lips open angrily too fast and caught one of them on a fingernail. It didn’t really hurt, but it definitely did not improve my mood.

This break seemed to go on forever, with me just sitting there in the same position as one boy after another wanted to look inside me. Honestly, surely some of them had seem a pussy before? This was beginning to feel decidedly humiliating. Was that the intention, I wondered?

My train of thought was interrupted by the bell and finally I could get up and go to class.

I was taking European Studies as an elective this year, and I’d been looking forward to it.

Mr. Davis was astonished to see me naked. "What are you doing like that?" he asked. Mr. Davis came in part-time from the university to teach European Studies and therefore hadn’t been in school earlier in the day.

"I’m in the Program," I explained.

"But you can’t be," he protested, "not THIS week."

Can you believe it was only then that I remembered? Wednesday evening was the start of our week away. I’m not explaining myself very well. The reason so many students wanted to take the European Studies elective was the fact that it included a week’s exchange with a school in Malaga in Spain.

"I’ll have to see Mrs. Chaplain after this class," he said. "Come to her office after school."

I just nodded. Well, that’s one way to get out of the Program, I thought to myself. I just hope they don’t make me do a whole week again when I come back.

As he spent most of the lesson explaining what we needed to know about our trip to Spain, I spent most of it worrying – what if they don’t let me go?

I was thoroughly miserable by break time and was not in the mood to do requests.

"You’ll be reported if you don’t," someone warned me.

"Don’t fucking care."

"I’ll pose for you," offered Christine. I was too annoyed about everything to even be grateful to her.

"Christine!" a voice shouted. Our Geography teacher, who’s a bit of a ‘jobsworth’. "You are not allowed to do requests. Report to Mrs. Chaplain’s office after school."

"Damn," she said.

The lesson bell went and I felt guilty. "Sorry I got you in trouble," I whispered. "Blame it on me."

The final lesson was PA. Physical Activity, or PA as everyone calls it, is a bit different to the old fashioned PE (Physical Education). We each had to choose from a wide range of activities, anything so long as it was physical. It could be a sport, like tennis, football, basketball, or something more individual like aerobics or working on the machines in the gym. It could even be using the climbing wall in the main hall. I’d chosen dance and up to now, I’d been pleased with that choice. But to dance naked? I knew I’d feel like a stripper.

I’d been practicing a routine for ages, which I’d adapted from the film, Flashdance (the original, not the crappy remake). Adapted loosely I might add, I’m not anything like her and am certainly not as fit, but it was fun and a real challenge trying to get it right.

The music started and I felt crap. A lot of the boys, who’d got into dance class simply to watch the girls, had stopped their own practice to watch me. Just like in the film, I had to start the music again. This time, damn it, I’d concentrate on the music. There was no way I was going to let them make me look and feel like an idiot.

Then a weird thing happened. As I began to get into the dance, I suddenly felt totally free. I didn’t care who was watching, or even if I got the steps right. It was like the music and my body and my mind were one and it was amazing. I can’t put it into words. I didn’t want to stop and when the music played on into the second track, I just adapted what I was doing to the new music.

Finally, after three whole tracks, I dropped, first to my knees but then onto my back, exhausted, but on such a high you wouldn’t believe.

Everyone had gone quiet. Our dance mistress, Miss Jackson said, "Michelle, that was…"

"Wow," suggested one of the boys.

"Yes. Wow," Miss Jackson agreed.

"Oh, wow," I echoed, probably sounding like some spaced-out druggie instead of a danced-out proggie.

"Don’t lie there too long," she warned me. "Or you’ll get stiff and cold. Start on your cool-down exercises."

I wanted to do it all again, but I knew I’d never have the energy, so I started on my cool-down stretches, not even noticing how I was exposing my pussy every so often until I saw some of the boys staring. Even some of the girls couldn’t keep their eyes off me.

I got permission to go to the showers early and let the warm water beat on my back deliciously. Finally I got dried.

PA was always last lesson, and if you wanted to, you didn’t have to stop at the end of the lesson period. Quite a lot stayed on for the hour after school to continue what they were doing. Usually I stayed on, but this time I had to report to Mrs. C’s office to find out what was going to happen about Spain.

I’d got dressed, but when I got to the office, Christine was waiting there and she hadn’t bothered to get dressed, so she was naked. I felt awful as it was really my fault she was in trouble, so the least I could do was take my clothes off with her.

"Come in, you two," said Mrs. Chaplain with a sigh. "Michelle, I chose you because I thought you’d have no problems. So far it hasn’t quite worked out like that, has it?"

"No, Miss," I admitted. "Look, about Christine it was my fault and…"

"We’ll come to that later. Firstly, and more importantly, your trip to Spain."

"Yes, Miss. Don’t say I have to miss it, please. I’ll do a whole week in the Program when I come back."

She tried not to smile and failed. "Do you really think I’m so mean that I’d make you miss it?"

"No, Miss."

"Well, then. Don’t be silly and get all worked up about something which isn’t going to happen. You’ll spend tomorrow and Wednesday in the Program here as planned. I’ve been on the phone to the school in Spain. Although they don’t run the Program, or anything like it, they have heard about it and they were quite… willing to have you complete your week in the Program there. Eager would probably be the word I am looking for."

"Go naked there?" I exclaimed.

"It has been known. Don’t tell me you never went topless on a Spanish beach?"

"Well, yes, but naked, in a school?"

"Is it any different to going naked here? And it’s only going to be for Thursday and Friday."

"I… I don’t know," I admitted.

"There will be some differences. As you know, the school day in their secondary schools is shorter, so you will be expected to do at least some outreach to make up the hours. But Spain is not a Program area, so you won’t be able to go naked in public.

"However, the head teacher has explained your unique situation with the family who are hosting you, and they have no objections to you going naked around the house."

All this was leaving me gobsmacked.

She continued, "The plane is a British charter, so as it is a school activity, you will go naked on the journey, until you arrive. You will have to get properly dressed as soon as you land, before you disembark. Obviously your Program time will be over on Monday, so that will not apply on your journey home. I will make one compromise. If the plane isn’t warm enough to go naked, you may wrap a blanket around you or remain clothed, likewise at the airport."

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"However, that leaves us without a girl in the Program from Thursday. Christine," she said suddenly, turning to Christine for the first time.

"You were taking requests when I specifically said you were not to."

"Yes Ma’am."

"Ma’am, it was my f…" I tried to get in.

"Thank you, Michelle. I am aware of the circumstances."

"Because of those circumstances, Christine, I will not punish you. But from tomorrow until next Monday, including next Monday, will be your Program week."

Christine grinned broadly.

"Somehow, I didn’t think you would mind. Although tomorrow is officially your first day, so touching requests would not be permitted, as you have already been taking non-touching requests, you will be available for touching requests as if it wasn’t your first day."

"Yes, Ma’am." I didn’t think it was possible, but it looked like her grin got even wider.

"Okay. You may both go."

We ran to the clothes boxes in the lobby, and both Christine and I stood under the big hot-air blower over the door to get dressed again. Roberta was waiting for us, already dressed.

"How’d it go?" we asked her as we dressed.

"Okay, apart from one girl who wanted me to stand holding my arse open for a whole break time. Then Shelley came along and told me to stop. She told the girl she’d have Mrs. C. put her in the Program for a week if she caught her bullying again. The girl ran away so fast I burst out laughing and so did Shelley. I mean, who can be scared of Shelley?"

"Shh," Christine hissed.

"Hi, guys," said Shelley, who had just come round the corner with Suzie. "How’d it go?"

"Fun," said Christine.

"Yeah," Suzie grinned. "We heard about your doing requests."

"It was my fault," I explained.

Suzie’s voice turned serious. "We know. What was the problem?"

"I was just pissed off. I thought I’d have to miss Spain and, I don’t know, I just got in a real mood all afternoon until dance class."

"You have dance class?" asked Shelley.

"Yeah, and it was amazing. Doing it naked, I just felt so free and the effect on everyone in the class was amazing too."

"Sam loves to practice her moves naked," said Suzie. "And Laura, you know she’s a stripper, she loves to move and watch the men’s tongues hang out."

"You going to dance naked in future then?" asked Shelley.

"I don’t know if I have the nerve for that. I’ve got to survive Spain first."

"Don’t worry," said Suzie. "I’m coming with you. It’s all been organised."

"Why’s that?"

"Mrs. C. was worried about you. In that school they haven’t had the teaching about what’s okay and what isn’t that you’ve had here. So I’m going as a sort of supervisor, just until Monday. Then they’re going to try to get me a flight home as I don’t want to miss more Uni than I have to."

"And I’m staying here, worse luck," said Shelley. "’Cause I’ve got to keep an eye on Christine."

Suzie, Roberta and I laughed at that.

"Where’s the boy?" I asked.

"Stephen?" asked Shelley. "Oh he’s gone for a drink with Gary. Then I’m meeting Gary later."

Why wasn’t I surprised?