Michelle - Naked In School

Chapter 9

Saturday

I’d only actually woken up with José once and already I missed him. This morning Señora Sarmiento had decided to give me her version of an English breakfast - toast, streaky bacon, fried tomatoes, eggs and chorizo sausages. She had even bought "English" tea from the supermarket. Chorizos are chewy and quite spicy, so they didn’t taste very English. They are nice but it felt odd eating something like them for breakfast.

After breakfast she suggested that José should take me to Malaga for shopping. The look on his face was classic. "Shopping?" it said, with a clear expression of horror. She grinned.

Suzie was coming with us, so we waited for her. But when she arrived, Señora Sarmiento said, "I had a telephone call late last night from someone called Laura, asking you to ring her. You can ring her now if you like. It’s 0044 for the U.K. then drop the first zero of the code."

Suzie’s eyes had lit up at the name, Laura and soon she was speaking into the phone. "Hello? Laura please… Laura? Hi, yes it’s me…"

I left the room at that point, anxious not to be rude. When she came out of the lounge she looked a bit upset.

"What’s up?"

"A girl in the Program at my school. She died Thursday night."

"What?"

"Oh, it wasn’t the Program exactly. She was ill and collapsed while she was dancing in a club. Laura found out yesterday evening and wanted me to know just in case it makes the news over here as well."

"Did you know her?"

"Not very well. I spoke to her a few times when a friend of hers was in the Program. But it is a bit of a shock."

There didn’t seem to be much else we could say. Then she abruptly changed the subject. "Okay, José. Where are you taking us?"

"Malaga," he answered.

We walked to the station, even though his mother had offered to give us a lift, as Suzie wanted the air.

At the station we went underground and boarded a train. Straightaway the doors slid closed. A few seconds later the train burst into sunlight and the intercom intoned slowly, "La proxima parada es…" followed by something too fast for me to understand, then, slowly again, "The next station is…" and again the name of the station was too fast for me. Luckily in the ceiling of the carriage there were display boards giving the name of the next station.

We were on a high viaduct now and now and again, between the buildings, I could glimpse the sea. Soon we left the town as the train ran along the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. It was a beautiful day.

At another station with a long name a train going the other way passed us.

Shortly after that, underground again briefly, we stopped at a place I’d actually heard of, Torremolinos. Soon we could see planes and stopped at "Aeropuerto", and another train passed us going in the opposite direction.

Finally we were in Malaga and left the train. José took us to some of the huge department stores, which were okay but expensive.

"Aren’t there any cheaper places for clothes?" we asked.

So he took us back to Torremolinos, a town full of tiny streets and alleys, and each of them full of small shops and "heaving" with pedestrians, as Suzie put it.

After she explained to José (and me!) what heaving meant, he told us, "It is much worse in summer. You cannot move… with the tourists." He looked at me quizzically.

"We would say, ‘You couldn’t move FOR tourists’."

"Sí. That is better… for tourists. Gra… Thank you." Our eyes locked for a second, then we started giggling.

Suzie stared at us like we were mad.

I glared back, "What?" She didn’t reply, but only shook her head.

Eventually we took pity on José and suggested he wait in the Plaza and have something to drink while we finished our explorations.

Of course, being a touristy-type place, a lot of the stuff was overpriced rubbish, but there were some nice clothes there as well. I found a bikini to rival Suzie’s and we both found some short, flighty dresses. We tried them on and when we bent over even slightly you could see a bit of bum, so of course we needed some new, (in)appropriate thongs to match.

José was obviously relieved when we returned to the plaza. He ordered us some freshly-squeezed orange juice and we watched them squeeze them in their machine. The juice was great, but I do prefer it really cold out of a fridge.

"Do you want to go out tonight?" he asked both of us. "There are some very good clubs around here."

"Sure," I answered.

"You just want to go into a club with both of us on your arms," said Suzie, "but I’m game."

"Game?" he asked, and again Suzie had to explain the word. I thought it was kind of sweet the way he was really listening carefully to everything we said.

He decided we should take the bus back to Fuengirola and I tried out my new bikini on the beach, while Suzie decided to explore the little shops in Fuengirola.

José, of course, stayed with me, so it wasn’t long before we abandoned the beach and returned to the apartment for some indoor exercise. We had the place to ourselves.

Afterwards, we lay in bed together, naked, and he rested his hand on my breast.

"Te quiero," he whispered. (Literally I want you, but used by the Spanish instead of te amo which is I love you.)

"You just had me," I replied.

"Te quiero siempre." (I want/love you always or forever, though it should really be Te quiero para siempre)

I didn’t answer. If I was honest with myself, I didn’t want to fall in love. Everyone knows what happens with holiday romances. They fall apart and I’d end up getting hurt. But at the same time, I’d felt a connection with him that I hadn’t felt with any of my previous boyfriends and nobody had ever made me cry when I came before. (That really got him worried thinking he’d done something wrong.) Worse still, I was dreaming about him and I don’t dream about boys. Period. Dream about sex with them? Yes. Get mushy about them? No way.

But when he said it was time to get ready to go out, I was actually disappointed. How long had we lain there together? Nearly three hours? Yet I wanted to stay there. But I also wanted to go clubbing with him so I reluctantly got up.

I chased him out of my room while I got ready. I decided to wear one of my new dresses. It was silver and clung to my tits like it was painted on. Definitely no bra with this one. I hoped the club was warm or I’d end up knocking someone’s eyes out with my nipples.

Suzie had chosen a tight little top which left her whole midriff bare and a pair of shorts, which clung to her bum and pussy, both in a dramatic, metallic midnight blue. And very obviously no underwear! Whether I’d been going naked all week or not, I’d never have dared to wear those shorts. They outlined her pussy more clearly than if she’d been naked. And the dazzling colour dragged your eyes straight to her crotch!

The look on José’s face when he saw us both was wonderful.

"How are we getting there?" I asked.

I soon wished I hadn’t as he led us to the basement car park.

"Three of us? On that?" I exclaimed, looking at the moped.

"Sí."

He got on the moped, which he called a "moto", and Suzie climbed on behind him. I climbed on behind Suzie and, well, basically hung on for dear life.

Every bump we hit I was sure that I’d fall off the back.

"Don’t we need helmets?" Suzie had asked, but he had just laughed.

He was wrong.

He swore something in Spanish as the police rolled his moto into their van. Translation was unnecessary.

"Normally they only have checks in the summer. Now I’ll have to pay to get it back tomorrow."

He shook his head, then muttered "¡Joder!" before glancing at me and smiling, "But we’re near the club anyway." He somehow knew that I knew what his curse meant. (I’ve decided that even back in England I’ll start saying "joder" now instead of "fuck it".)

I was hoping the club would be well heated, the ride had left me freezing, even though it was a warm night. I needn’t have worried. It felt like a furnace in there and was packed with people.

José was having the time of his life, dutifully taking it in turns to dance with each of us. Then Suzie pushed him away and danced with me. To my surprise she kissed me. Even more to my surprise I returned the favour. As I did so, she put her arms around me, and her hands found their way to my bum.

José’s eyes were growing as we practically made out on the dance floor.

And his weren’t the only ones. Our display had earned us a ring of onlookers, mostly boys but some girls as well, though not all of them were looking pleased.

Suzie had begun sucking on my nipples after pulling my dress down. I was half expecting to be thrown out any moment, but nobody seemed to be objecting.

I heard the word, "inglésas" more than once. I think they expected English girls to go wild on a dance floor. This was a tourist area after all.

The excitement was making me hot, in every sense. I couldn’t get Suzie’s top up, it was too tight, so I sucked and chewed on her nipples through her top and rubbed her pussy through her shorts.

I think I actually made her cum a little. She turned to me for my turn, but I walked over to José and grabbed him by his cock, through his trousers. (I actually did THAT!)

"I want you now," I said. He couldn’t hear me the first time, so I repeated it loudly. The people around us could hear me, but at that point I didn’t care!

"We can’t do that here," he replied, leading me out as some of the crowd whistled at me. I thought for a moment that we’d lost Suzie, but she was following us.

We walked down to the beach then, hand in hand, straight into the sea. It was still beautifully warm.

José pulled me out onto the sand and almost fell on top of me, yanking the top of my dress down and sucking on my boobs like he hadn’t been fed in a week.

Soon my dress was up around my waist, my new knickers had disappeared and he was inside me. I couldn’t help laughing as I wondered what the girls back at school would think of me now.

He was so turned on that he didn’t last long, but that didn’t stop me from cumming too.

I pulled up my dress again and ran back into the sea to rinse off the sand. Suzie had been floating in the water, but now she stood and joined me nearer the water’s edge.

We were out of José’s earshot as she pouted, "I’m jealous."

I pulled her into my arms. "Go on then. I’m sure he wouldn’t… mind." We chuckled at that.

"I’m sure he wouldn’t either. But tonight should be a bit special for you two." And kissed me.

We stood for a while in the warm shallow water kissing tenderly.

Then she pushed me away. "Enough! Or I’ll fuck you instead, right here, right now."

That could be fun, I thought, but let her pull away.

We must have been a total mess when we came out of the water. "Now how do we get home?" I asked José.

"The bus, of course."

"At this time?"

"It is nearly five o’clock," he explained. "There will be buses."

"Will they let us on like this?"

But he just grinned.

The bus driver hardly looked at us as we boarded. The bus was really long, and it bent in the middle as we went round corners. Weird.

Even at this hour there was quite a bit of traffic on the main coast road and it took longer than the train had done yesterday.

Once "home" I had a quick shower and (literally) fell into bed. Suzie crashed on the sofa so as not to wake her hosts.

We woke around midday to the smell of fresh coffee. It was really too strong for me, but it woke me up. Señora Sarmiento had some solo guitar music on the radio. It was lovely and gentle, and just what I needed right then.

José had already been to the police station to collect his moped. When did he sleep? I wondered. But he looked wide awake.

His mother suggested, "As it’s her last day in the Program, why don’t you take her to the cove?"

"The cove?"

He invited Suzie also, but she said she wanted to spend her last day with her hosts, it was only fair to spend some time with them. José’s mum said she’d go with her. Suzie also had to pack to go home. Her flight was late that night.

It was a lot more comfortable on José’s moped with just the two of us and I hugged him tight, especially when we hit a bump. He seemed to be finding every bump in the road. This time we wore helmets!

There weren’t many people at the beach. It wasn’t well known to tourists and not many Spaniards swum at this time of year.

"Strip off," ordered José.

"Here? What about them?" I pointed to where a couple of families were lying on blankets, their children playing with a ball. Then I realised, they were all naked.

I took off my clothes and then looked at him. "You too."

"I forgot I have to be nude also. It is the rule on this beach," he said, nervously undressing.

His nervousness had made him hard, but as we walked down to the sea, nobody seemed to be taking much notice.

It was rocky and rather stony, so we either swam, or stayed on the sandy part of the beach. It hurt my feet to go paddling.

The beach cleared before sunset and we sat in the surf, small waves breaking over our bodies as we watched the sun go down. It was wow.

In the golden glow of sunset we kissed, and I just knew this would last forever.

Afterwards we had one final quick dip to rinse off the sand, then got dressed and went home.

Señora Sarmiento drove us all to the airport to see Suzie off. Of course her flight was late, but finally it was called.

Impulsively I ran and hugged her and gave her a last kiss. "Thanks for everything."

"That’s okay," she grinned. "It’s been fun."

She passed through the security barrier, gave a last wave and was gone.

We arrived home after midnight and so my Program week was over.

Of course, I still had three more days in Spain before my own flight home, and as for how José and I spent that time, that’s my business.

This Program journal is over.

Michelle x x