Michelle - Naked In School

Chapter 6

Wednesday Evening

I stayed fully dressed while we all waited for the coach to arrive. It was cold and the bitter northerly wind made it colder still. Even though both Christine and I were in the Program, nobody complained. The Program and English winters and outside don’t go together. Okay, September is supposed to be the end of summer, but this September is bloody cold and there is nothing sexy about hypothermia. It was cold enough fully dressed.

When the coach arrived I joined the queue to get on and Christine and Roberta stood beside me.

As I stepped onto the coach, Christine laughed, "Have fun with all those Spaniards."

"Yeah, and you," I retorted, "with the boys here." Then I looked at Roberta and raised an eyebrow, "And the girls?"

I was rushed onto the coach before I could see their reaction.

The heater on the coach hadn’t been turned on, so when one of the boys asked me if I wasn’t supposed to strip, I replied, "When it’s warmed up, I will, not before."

"I could warm you up," he suggested, to the amusement of his mates.

Suzie got onto the coach and came to sit beside me.

One of the girls tried, "Isn’t Michelle supposed to be naked?"

"Tell you what," Suzie replied. "You sit there in your underwear a while, and let us know if it’s warm enough."

"She never wears any," shouted one of the boys from the back.

"And how would you know?" called one of the girls.

"I do," insisted the girl, "just not always."

Our conversation was interrupted by the coach finally moving. We all leaned towards the windows to wave our goodbyes.

As we drove down the motorway, the coach finally began warm up. To my surprise, Suzie took off her jumper and T-shirt. After sitting like that for a minute, she said, "Okay, warm enough."

Undressing on a moving coach wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be, though that was probably because we were on a motorway. Of course, the moment I was naked, it was, "Reasonable Request!"

Mr. Davis virtually put a stop to that, "I’m not having you walking around the coach, so only do Requests for those who can reach you."

The boys behind me could reach my boobs, but as the girl opposite me didn’t want to do anything, the boys behind were my only "Requesters" for the journey.

When the coach stopped, Mr. Davis stood up. "There will be no requests, reasonable or otherwise, in the airport or on the plane, when we are where members of the public can see." There were groans all round. "And need I hardly say, Michelle, that you should use the ladies toilets, not the gents." I pulled a face as if I was disappointed and made those who could see me laugh. I hadn’t even thought about using the gents, but I was glad I didn’t have to.

Even with all the publicity the Program had received, I still caused quite a reaction walking into the terminal naked. Security had obviously been briefed, as they merely watched with interest. Quite a bit of interest!

The only reaction from the check-in clerk was amusement as she checked my passport and sent my baggage on its way. I was so pleased that Suzie made sure I had clothes in my hand baggage ready for arriving in Spain. Something else I hadn’t thought of.

It was a different story in the café. "I am not having her in here like that," stormed the manageress, who had come out from a room behind the till.

"Perhaps you’d better get dressed," said Mr. Davis, "or we’ll end up going without coffee."

"No," said Suzie. "The law is quite clear." She took out a slightly battered Program Pamphlet and turned to the manageress. "Michelle is a participant in the Naked in School Program. This is a school activity so she has no choice. She has to go naked. The law says, ‘No participant shall be refused service at any establishment for complying with the intent of the Program.’ Now if you want to refuse service and face a formal complaint for breaking the law, go ahead."

"Let me see that," she said, almost ripping the pamphlet from Suzie’s hands.

Suzie helpfully pointed out the section. "You have something to cover the chair?" the manageress snapped at me.

I nodded and showed her my towel.

"Sit over there then, out of the way." She handed the pamphlet back to Suzie, then turned back to me and asked, more kindly, "You really have to do this?"

I nodded again.

She shook her head, "What is the world coming to?" She didn’t wait for an answer, but went back into her office.

"Way to go, Suzie!" yelled one of the boys.

"I didn’t do bad, did I?" she replied, obviously feeling pleased with herself. "I doubt even Laura could have done better." A wistful look crossed her face. It took me a moment to remember who Laura was. Poor Suzie, she must be missing Laura terribly.

We were drinking our tea, when a family came into the café. As they sat down, the small boy yelled out, "Mummy. That girl’s got no clothes on." She pulled him around and marched her family back out again. Suzie and I laughed as the man with them, obviously the husband, tripped over a chair.

"He should look where he’s going," I commented.

"I guess that’s why the manageress doesn’t want naked girls in her café," said Mr. Davis, but he was smiling too.

A teenage boy walked in next and he also turned round and left. I was surprised at that, but not for long. He came back with half a dozen mates.

"And that," said Suzie, with a grin, "is why half the pubs, cafés and shops near our school offer discounts if you go in naked."

Word obviously spread quickly because soon the café was full, mostly of middle-aged men who kept looking at me while trying to make out that they weren’t.

Finally our plane was called. My boarding pass was checked, along with everyone else’s, without any comment, although the guy doing the checking took a long time checking me out instead of my pass until Mr. Davis gave a cough as a hint.

You’re probably all waiting to hear how I joined the Mile High Club on the way to Spain. Tough, because I didn’t. In fact the air conditioning on the plane was so strong that Suzie let me wrap myself in a coat to keep warm, much to the disappointment of the boy sitting next to me.

Just before we began our descent into Malaga, Suzie told me I could get dressed, but she wouldn’t let me go to the toilet to do it. Instead I had to dress in front of everyone, much to the amusement of the flight attendants and the annoyance of one older woman, who said nothing, but tutted the whole time.

Malaga Airport was warm, even this late at night. The pilot had announced very warm weather for the time of year and during the long walk to collect baggage, I wished more than once that I could strip off.

When we’d finally retrieved our bags and walked out through the sliding doors into the public area, Mr. Davis was immediately stopped by another man who shook his hand and led us out to a coach.

Outside the coach, the man said simply, "Bienvenidos a España," (Welcome to Spain,) and shook all of our hands as we boarded. In a couple of minutes we were on the autopista (motorway) and on our way to Fuengirola.

We pulled into a square and the bus was surrounded by kids, most our age, but some a bit younger.

Mr. Davis stood up next to the driver and announced, "Get your things together, then as your name is called out, come to the front of the bus and you will be introduced to your host family and if you’ve got any other baggage in the storage area below, the driver will give it to you."

Finally my name was called out. "Welcoom. I am José," said a boy a little older than me. "Come with me pleez."

"Gracias, Soy Michelle." (Thank you, I am Michelle.)

He looked relieved. "Habla español." (You speak Spanish.)

"Un pocito," I replied. (A little bit.)

He then started rabbiting on in Spanish far faster than I could follow until I was rescued.

"Michelle?"

"Sí?" (Yes?)

"Forgive my son. I told him to only speak English to you while you were here. You will have enough practice speaking Spanish in school or when you go out."

"You speak very good English," I said.

She laughed. "I should hope so. I edit English textbooks and also teach advanced English at the casa de la cultura." (Literally translates as cultural house but is really the building where the local council runs courses, a bit like an adult part-time college.)

"Oh," I said, a bit embarrassed.

"I also studied in London for a year to qualify as a translator. I am sure that you have guessed, I am Señora Sarmiento. José is my son. Now, I have to pick up a Suzanne…"

"That’s me." I hadn’t noticed Suzie behind me.

"Is Suzie staying with you too?" I asked.

"No, but our neighbours in the apartment above have offered a room for her. They are older, with no children, and in the summer they let out a room to tourists, so the school is paying them for the room as they wanted Suzanne to be close to you."

"Do they speak English?" Suzie asked. "Only I don’t speak any Spanish."

"A few words only. But if you have any problems, we are only downstairs. Are those your only bags?"

"No, there’s one underneath," Suzie said.

"Me too," I added.

She gave our names to the driver and he fetched our other bags, then we followed her and José to their car.

"You can ride in the front," she said to Suzie. She opened the front door and José laughed. "But I think I’ll drive," she added.

Of course, they drive on the other side here, but without thinking Suzie had gone to the front left door. She quickly walked round to the other side as José put our bags in the boot.

"Don’t worry," laughed José’s mum. "You’ll get used to it. You prefer to be called Suzie?" she asked.

"Please. Nobody calls me Suzanne."

"Okay."

We soon arrived at one of many small apartment blocks and drove into a big underground garage. We got into a lift and went to the third floor.

"We’ll drop Suzie off first," said José’s mum as we left the lift. She rang a doorbell and an elderly lady opened it.

"Señora González, esta es la Señorita Suzie. Suzie, this is Señora González."

"Come in, pleez," she replied.

"José, take Michelle to our apartment. I’ll help show Suzie where everything is."

"Sí, Mama. Come with me, please."

We took the stairs the one flight down to their apartment. He unlocked the door and stood aside for me to enter.

"This is your room. Normally it is the room of my sister, but she works in Madrid now."

The room was fairly bare. Obviously she’d taken almost everything with her when she moved out.

I opened my case and took out some clean clothes. He was staring as I began to take off my blouse, then he suddenly said, "Oh. Disculpeme." (Oh, Forgive me.)

"You’re going to see me naked a lot, so you can stare all you like. Would you like to undress me?"

He didn’t need asking twice. When he’d finished he had a big grin on his face.

"You can touch me if you like, but I really need a shower."

He took me to the bathroom and I turned on the shower. "You can watch. I don’t mind." So he stayed.

I admit I deliberately teased him by paying special attention to my boobs and pussy. Then we heard his mum coming in, so he left me to finish and get dressed.

To my surprise, Suzie was with her. "They have already eaten, so I invited Suzie to eat with us."

The table was already laid and she brought out a huge pot and served out some sort of stew. "This is cocido," she said, "but it has different names in different parts of Spain. Here in Andalusia we call it puchero. Normally in this area, it has more garlic than this, but I didn’t know if you liked garlic. I wanted to give you a paella on your first night, but we didn’t know what time you would arrive and this doesn’t spoil in the oven."

It had a lot of chickpeas, some rice, meat, some sort of sausage, tomatoes and all sorts of things, and it was a lot tastier than it looked. There was also a big basket of small rolls like French bread on the table and a couple of bottles of wine. I hadn’t realised how hungry I was and by the amount Suzie put away, she was as hungry as me.

"Do you normally eat this late?" asked Suzie.

"Not on school nights. At weekends, yes, and even later in the summer. We might go out to a restaurant at half past eleven or midnight. In other parts of Spain they don’t usually eat quite as late as we do here."

"Where’s your husband tonight?" I asked her.

"Working. He’s on patrol every night this week."

"Patrol?"

"He is a Coastguard and spends a lot of his time on patrols to intercept illegal immigrants from the North African coast."

The meal finished with something a bit like egg custard with a light caramel sauce over it, not that sweet but very nice.

After we’d eaten, while his mother took Suzie back upstairs to her apartment, José asked me, "Do you really have to be nude all day in school?"

"Yes. And let boys touch me if they want to."

"What’s it like?"

"It was embarrassing at first, but if they’re careful, it’s okay."

"What’s the most embarrassing thing you had have, no, have had to do?" He said the last bit slowly to make sure that he got it right.

"The first time a girl wanted to do me. We have to let girls touch us too."

He grinned at that. "I know some girls at school that are going to want you tomorrow."

At that point we heard the front door open as his mother returned. "I’d hoped you would both be going to bed while I was out."

José looked at me, then at her with a grin.

"José! Don’t embarrass Michelle. I didn’t mean together."

"He won’t embarrass me, Señora. I have to go round school all day naked, with everyone touching me. I don’t think anything else could ever embarrass me again."

She laughed. "I suppose not. Okay, you two. To bed!"

She leaned over to give José a kiss on his cheek and then did the same to me. Then to my surprise, José kissed my cheek too.

It was still a warm night, so I pushed the blanket aside and lay under the cool sheet in my pyjamas.