Michelle - Naked In School

Chapter 7

Thursday

I thought I’d be too excited to sleep, but I must have gone to sleep quickly as it was morning before I knew it.

I was woken up by a strong aroma of hot oil. That, and someone banging on the door, then bursting in and shouting, "You must get yourself up now."

I pulled the sheet off me and swung my legs to the side of the bed. José looked disappointed to see that I wasn’t naked.

"José," a man’s voice called and José rushed from my room.

I grabbed some clothes and my washing things and a towel, and walked to the bathroom.

After my shower, I hesitated, trying to decide whether to wear underwear or not. If I don’t, getting undressed is quicker and easier but will they think I’m just a slut? But then, won’t they think that anyway? Finally Señora Sarmiento called me to breakfast and I decided to go with the underwear and got dressed quickly.

A man was sitting at the table and he stood up and offered me his hand. "Encantada, Señorita." (literally "Enchanted, Miss". They use encantada in the same way we would use I’m delighted to meet you, but it is much less formal.)

"Gracias, Señor Sarmiento. Yo también." ("Thank you, Mr. Sarmiento. Me too.")

"José," said Señora Sarmiento, "I think you have something to say to Michelle."

"I am sorry that I went into your room without your permission."

"That’s okay," I said, feeling embarrassed, which I hadn’t when he’d burst in.

"We have told José that you must have some privacy, even if you have to be nude a lot."

"Thank you."

As she put some strange long things on my plate, Señora Sarmiento said, "My husband doesn’t speak very much English, so you will have a chance to practice your Spanish with him. It would also be good practice for you to speak Spanish to me. But please speak English to José. He needs the practice too."

Then she laughed seeing me looking at the things on my plate. "They are churros. Most people sprinkle sugar on them or you can dip them in chocolate." She put a mug of thick, liquid chocolate in front of me.

"Hmm. Chocolate for breakfast!" I grinned.

José laughed.

When I finished them, as José wanted more, his mother showed me how they are made. A dough, rather like doughnuts, is squeezed through something similar to a cake-icing bag with a star-shaped nozzle into the hot oil.

I was finishing breakfast when there was a knock on the front door. José ran to the door and let Suzie in.

"Did you sleep well?" asked Señora Sarmiento.

"Like a log, thank you."

José looked puzzled and I was thankful that his mother could explain that expression to him.

"Have you eaten?"

Suzie laughed. "Definitely. Mrs. González made me bacon and eggs and toast and orange jam, then proudly told me ‘English Breakfast’. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’d have been quite happy with some of the cereal she was eating."

We all laughed, except Señor Sarmiento. Then his wife quickly explained what Suzie had said and he laughed as well. "Son buenos," he said.

His wife said, "José, you can translate for Suzie."

"They are good people," he said.

"Yes. Mrs. González is a real sweetie," she said. José looked puzzled so I left his mother to translate THAT one to José and her husband!

We walked the short distance to school and I got more and more nervous.

It is warmer here in September than it is in England in the summer, so Suzie made me undress outside. By the time I’d finished, I had quite an audience. The weird thing was nobody said anything, although a few boys whistled. A woman, who I later found out was a teacher, stood by and wouldn’t allow anyone to come near me. Suzie took my clothes.

The teacher said, "Come with me." At first I thought she was rude, then I remembered that the Spanish don’t use "please" and "thank you" as much as the English do.

She took Suzie and me to an office and a fairly elderly, balding man in a suit stood up and put out his hand to shake, first Suzie’s, then mine.

"I am pleased to meet you, Señoritas."

"Thank you," I said.

Suzie said, "Likewise." He looked puzzled for a moment, so she added, "I am pleased to meet you too."

He nodded and smiled. "My assistant will take you to each class to introduce you." A middle-aged man I hadn’t noticed in the corner of the room behind the door stood up and walked over to kiss my cheek, then did the same to Suzie (who looked highly embarrassed. That’s a thought. Suzie. Embarrassed! Perhaps he should have groped her instead.)

The thought made me grin and Suzie looked at me questioningly. "Later," I muttered.

We were quickly taken on a tour of the school, visiting each class in turn. In each class, the assistant asked Suzie to explain what was allowed and what wasn’t and he translated, although most of them understood the majority of what she said. Then he handed out what looked like copies of the Program Pamphlet translated into Spanish.

In the first class he said, "So Michelle has to let the boys touch her, but she can say no if she doesn’t want them to do something."

Suzie corrected him, "Girls as well." His eyebrows lifted at that. "And if Michelle thinks something is unreasonable, but the person asking thinks it is reasonable, I have to decide."

He then explained to the class that Suzie didn’t speak Spanish, but they could understand the word NO anyway. When he told Suzie in English what he’d just said, she laughed, then asked him to explain that the Program was compulsory in my school and I hadn’t volunteered for it, so they should not think I was a slut who would do anything.

The assistant did so but said, "They’ll probably think that anyway. English girls come here on holiday and have sex a lot. So Spanish boys think all English girls are… what is the word?"

"Easy?" I suggested.

"Sí. Yes."

Visiting each class and explaining everything took up almost two hours. I should have eaten more churros as I was getting hungry and looking forward to lunch. Then I remembered that they didn’t have a lunch break and I’d have to wait until two o’clock. Damn!

So we waited for the next lesson break. As soon as one of the boys spotted me, he called out, "¡Está aquí!" (She’s here!) and I was soon surrounded by boys.

At first nobody seemed to know what to do, until one of them stepped forward and asked to touch my "tetas" (tits).

The others stood and watched him, then, when he’d finished it seemed like the ice was broken and I quickly had hands all over me. The first one who asked to touch my pussy just pushed a couple of fingers into me and brought them out waving them under his friends’ noses. I couldn’t help but laugh, which the others took as permission to do the same.

As quickly as it started, it was over and Suzie and I were left in the corridor alone. I looked at the sketch map and timetable I’d been given and led the way to our next classroom.

The teacher looked at me and said, "Tengo que preguntarte…" ("I have to ask you…") but I shook my head, no, I didn’t need relief, and went and found a seat in the middle of the room. Suzie sat at the back.

My Spanish wasn’t really good enough to understand much of the lesson, which seemed to be a discussion on social problems.

In the next break I didn’t get a chance to leave the classroom as a girl said, "May I?" then, without actually saying what she wanted to do, took my hand and made me lie down on the teacher’s desk. I noticed the teacher stayed to watch.

She pushed my legs wide apart, so my feet were hanging uncomfortably over the sides of the desk. Then she bent down and licked my pussy. I swear her tongue grew three inches as she pushed it into me.

She brought me almost to an orgasm, then walked away. I didn’t even think about it. I grabbed the boy nearest me and motioned him to finish me off. As he was licking me to a finish, two other boys were sucking my nipples.

As I came another group entered the classroom. Lesson time. They stared at me splayed across the teacher’s desk covered in sweat. They remained chattering around me until the teacher clapped his hands sharply and ordered them to sit down.

Luckily Suzie knew where the showers were so I followed her. The bitch turned the shower on cold and I was SO tempted to pull her in with me. We were late for the next class, the final one for the day, but nobody seemed to mind.

After class, Suzie gave me my clothes and we waited for José. Everyone that passed us seemed to be whispering and giggling.

Finally he arrived and took my hand in one of his hands and Suzie’s hand in his other one. As he walked off between the two of us some of his friends shouted some comments I didn’t understand (and wasn’t sure I wanted to) and whistled.

It was warm walking in the sun, so I took off my cardigan and Suzie pulled off her pullover.

"Aren’t you cold?" asked José.

"No. This is like a summer’s day to us. Does your apartment block have a pool?"

"Yes," he laughed, "but it is closed now. It is only open in the summer, it closed in September. Only the hotel pools for the English are still open and not all of them."

"Shame. I wanted to cool off, then do some sunbathing."

"I’ll take you to the beach."

"Can we eat first? I’m starving."

"I’ll take you to a tapas bar near the beach. It is…" He hesitated, unsure of the right words.

"On the way to the beach?" I offered.

"Sí. On the way. Gracias."

"In English," I scolded him.

He stared at me for a second before smiling and whispering, "Thank you." It wasn’t hard for me to return his smile.

So we went back to the apartments, he dropped off his school books and Suzie and I put on our bikinis. I put on a loose T-shirt over the bikini and found that Suzie had had the same idea. José picked up a few beach towels and we left for the beach.

Before we reached the beach he turned down a side street and soon we were in a tiny bar / café which had a wide selection of cold dishes. At one end of the serving area was a pile of tiny bowls.

"You have a little of what you want. You girls should try as many different things as you wish to try." José explained. He then ordered for himself. The man behind the counter dished up small portions of several items.

Then he turned to me and I pointed to some dishes that looked tasty. Half of them I didn’t know what they were but decided to take a chance anyway. Suzie and I agreed to share what we had so we could try more things.

The man brought all of them to our table and put down a large basket of bread rolls. These had clearly been recently baked and I could feel my mouth start to water.

"Para beber?" (To drink?) the man asked.

"Vino Blanco, por favor," answered José, obviously taking it for granted that we’d have wine as well.

I wasn’t that keen on a few of the things I’d chosen, but most were nice. Their meatballs in a sort of spicy tomato sauce were delicious, and their pasta with tuna (I think) had a fantastic tang to it which I found out later was wine vinegar and olive oil.

After we’d eaten our fill (the waiter had had to refill the bread basket), we followed José to the beach. We were less than a quarter of a mile from the beach and when we got there, Suzie and I took off our T-shirts and splashed around in the sea. The water was still pretty warm, warmer than the English Channel in summer.

When we came out of the sea, José had laid out the towels for us to sunbathe.

"It is okay to go topless," he said.

As Suzie and I slipped off our bikini tops, I noticed José looking at her.

She laughed. "That makes a change. At my school if I strip off nobody takes any notice any more. Makes me feel like an old maid."

José was puzzled at the reference and probably even more puzzled by my attempt to explain what she’d meant.

"Probably best to ask your mum later," said Suzie.

Suzie’s kini was even briefer than mine and I’d thought mine was pretty daring. But hers barely covered her pussy.

"I could get used to doing this on a school day," I sighed.

Suzie laughed. "It’s a bit different from cold wet England, isn’t it?"

"You’re not kidding."

But Suzie hadn’t been sunbathing for very long before getting up and saying, "I fancy some ice cream. Anyone want one?"

"Hmm," I murmured, "but I’m too comfortable here."

Suzie walked up the beach to one of the many shops and José moved closer to me.

"You are very beautiful," he said.

"I bet you say that to all the English girls," I replied.

"No!" he protested, then admitted, "Yes. They like it."

I laughed and after a moment of embarrassment, he laughed as well.

As we laughed, our eyes met and we suddenly became quiet. He leaned over to kiss me and a simple kiss felt more intimate than anything any of the others had done all day.

I slipped my hand up inside his T-shirt. He got the hint and began to fondle my boobs as we kissed.

"Hey! Get a room!"

José pulled away from me like he’d been stung.

"Suzie!" I protested. "I never thought this week that you’d be STOPPING me doing something."

"It is best that she did," said José a little sheepishly. "At night you can make love on the beach and the police normally don’t do anything, but not in the day."

"Pity it’s not a Program area," I moaned.

"What is a Program area?" he asked, so Suzie and I explained that in England anywhere within about thirty miles of a school doing the Program was a Program area and we could go naked, and do almost anything. I don’t think he believed Suzie when she told him about making love in the park by the river when she was in her week.

When the sun went down it got dark and colder quite quickly, so we got dressed and went back to the apartments.

Señora Sarmiento had invited Señor and Señora González to dinner. She had prepared her special paella.

"This is a mixture of shellfish, fish and chicken," she explained. "If you don’t like some of it, just leave those bits."

The sea air must have given me an appetite as I finished every bit and she insisted on giving me more.

It was followed by some of the creamiest ice cream I have ever had.

Eating for the Spanish is a social event and everyone took their time and chatted.

Finally it was time for bed. As José showed me to my door I said, "You have permission to come into my room if you want to."

He waited until everyone had gone to bed before he snuck back. I almost pulled him into the bed.

This time there was no Suzie to stop us caressing each other. "You really are beautiful," he said.

When I laughed, he protested, "It is true."

I silenced his protest by bending down to his cock and taking him into my mouth.

He stopped me before he came and pushed me onto my back and parted my legs. He was embedded within me in one thrust. God, I’d needed that.

Afterwards we lay together until I felt him slip out of me, then I fell asleep.