Tim - Naked In School

Chapter 2

TUESDAY

I overslept and had to run to school. Theresa had beaten me to it and had just finished stripping as I came through the door. She seemed relaxed so no problem there.

I didn’t know whether to speak to her or not, but she spoke to me as I was undressing. "Hi. How’s it going?"

"Okay. You?"

"Fine." Her face was smiling, but her voice wasn’t.

Then, of course we were interrupted. "Can I feel your pussy?"

For a fraction of a second her smile slipped. A hardness crossed her face, but then she was all smiles again as she turned to the boy. "Sure. I’m all yours."

As he stroked her pussy I watched her face. There was no sign of anything wrong. If anything, she looked bored.

Of course I couldn’t watch her for long as a girl asked me, "Can I touch your thing?"

She spent more time squeezing my balls than touching my "thing" as she had called it, but it was okay I guess, though I had to ask her not to squeeze too hard. One thing I know, if it hadn’t been hard before, my "thing" certainly was now.

She knelt down in front of me and held my dick to her face. I thought she was going to blow me, but she just kissed the tip and ran off giggling.

When the bell went I looked for Theresa but she’d already gone to class. I desperately needed relief but then I saw Shelley making her way to me.

"What’s wrong with Theresa?" she asked.

"What do you mean? She was coping okay, wasn’t she?"

"Yeah. I s’pose."

"Well then…"

"But did you watch her?"

"Not much. I was a little occupied."

Shelley laughed. "So I see."

"Anyhow. Why does everyone think I should look after Theresa? She doesn’t even like me."

"How do you know that?"

"I asked her out and she blew me off. So if she needs a friend, why don’t you see if you can get her talking? I’m not interested."

"I noticed."

"What’s that meant to mean?"

"You’re worried enough about her that you won’t need relief now."

I looked down. It was true.

"So what? I’m just pissed off, that’s all. Every time I want to enjoy myself I get someone telling me to look after that bitch."

"She needs a friend."

"Fine. You be it. I want to have fun this week."

"She needs a boyfriend."

"Well it’s not going to be me. I’m not interested. Okay? Got it?"

I stalked off angrily. This wasn’t fair. But at least I wasn’t imagining what I’d seen. Shelley had obviously seen something wrong too.

The other thing I couldn’t understand was my own, rather hostile reaction to Theresa. I’ve had plenty of girls not interested before, so why am I going around calling her a bitch like this? It isn’t me. After all, there are plenty of girls who are interested in me.

I didn’t see Theresa again until Sex Ed. Of course, we were the subjects. We do actually study other things in Biology now, but the weekly Sex Ed. is still the "pick on the proggies" class.

This term, one of the many things we are studying is recovery time, so the first thing Theresa had to do was get me off any way she wanted as quickly as possible.

I was expecting a quick handjob, but she knelt down and sucked my cock into her mouth and began to play with my balls at the same time with one hand. A finger of her other hand was stroking the area between my arsehole and my cock. I came so quickly I didn’t have time to warn her, but she pulled her mouth away at the last minute. Half of my cum ended up on her face, the rest on the floor.

She wiped the cum off her face with her hand and wiped it on her leg, then returned to her seat.

I was nearly wasted and had to wait a minute or two before I was ready to return the favour. Miss Furnier had Theresa return to the front and lie down on the desk.

Now I might not be "Supermouth", but I knew how to get a girl going down there, if you know what I mean.

A girl, yes. Theresa, no. After a few minutes with no reaction, she began to move and make noises, but that’s all it was. When she "came" I think half the class knew she was faking it.

That exercise was abandoned as I was so pissed off at her making me look like an idiot there was no way I was going to be ready to cum again.

Instead we discussed why some girls thought it was necessary to fake it. The class consensus seemed to be that some boys were so hopeless and so uptight about their manhood that the poor girl had to fake it.

Finally one of the boys suggested, "Perhaps she’s just frigid."

That got some laughter, mostly from the boys. One of the girls suggested getting some of the other boys to go down on her to find out. At least half the boys volunteered, then another girl protested that girls should have a go too.

I could see Theresa looking increasingly uncomfortable and despite the fact that she hadn’t helped me when they were taking the piss out of me, I knew I’d feel guilty if I didn’t say something.

"Perhaps she just isn’t in the mood," I suggested.

The look of gratitude on her face made me abandon any remaining doubts about whether it was worth helping her.

Miss Furnier seized on my remark. "There are a lot of things which can make a woman, or a man come to that, not be sexually responsive at a particular moment, or even at all. Can anyone think of any?"

"Too much booze," suggested a girl.

"Hey, I like it when a girl’s had too much," protested a boy.

"That’s only because they’ll only let you screw them when they’re wearing beer goggles," retorted the girl. "But I was thinking of boys. They can’t get it up if they’ve drunk too much. I know it has the opposite effect on girls."

"Not true," argued one of the boys. "Okay, a girl doesn’t resist if she’s pissed out of her brains, but lying there semi-conscious isn’t exactly sexy."

"I would hope that none of you would take advantage of a girl in that condition," warned Miss Furnier. "Remember that sex without consent is rape. And rape is rape even if she can’t consent because she’s asleep or too drunk to know what’s happening to her."

I watched Theresa during this discussion and she had relaxed. But she soon tensed up again when she heard her name…

"But I’m sure we agree that being drunk isn’t a problem with Theresa this morning. Yes?" asked Miss Furnier. "Who can suggest other things that dull or take away your sexual response?"

"Being tired?"

"Yes, a very common cause, especially for people who work too hard or burn the candle at both ends."

"Unhappy?"

"Sex makes me get happy again, real quick," said the boy who liked girls being drunk.

"That’s because you think with your dick," quipped one of the girls.

"Let’s try to keep it civilised, shall we?" prompted Miss Furnier. "No personal insults."

Great, I thought. It was okay when most of the class thought I was just crap with a girl. There was nothing personally insulting about that, of course.

"Not fancying your partner," suggested one of the girls.

"You can always get her to wear a paper bag over her head," joked one of the boys to groans from most of the girls.

"That is a valid point," said Miss Furnier to some laughter. "The not fancying your partner I mean, not the wisecrack about the paper bag. Especially with the Program now, people assume that everyone can be turned on by everyone else. But, and this applies to men as well as to women, if you don’t find your partner sexually attractive, you probably aren’t going to respond well sexually to them."

"So Theresa thinks Tim is ugly?" a girl asked.

"No," shouted Theresa, her first comment in this discussion.

"But if you’re not drunk, not unhappy, not tired and you fancy him, what’s the problem? Are you frigid?"

Miss Furnier didn’t give her time to answer. "Frigid is a term used, usually by men, who can’t be bothered to find out why a woman isn’t responding to them. But there can be many reasons. For example, the situation. If someone doesn’t feel comfortable in a particular situation, they are less likely to let down their barriers and allow themselves to respond sexually. As you know, that is quite common with Program participants, especially in the first few days of the week."

"Yeah, but it’s okay, Theresa," called out someone from the back. "Most of them turn into rabbits by Friday."

That got a lot of laughs and a look of near despair from Theresa. I don’t think anyone else could see, but I was close to her and I’m sure that she was trying hard not to cry.

Trying to turn the subject away from her a little I said, "Some people just don’t like being ordered to cum. Not everyone is a born submissive."

Theresa got up and said, "Sorry. I feel sick." She ran out. By the time she came back a few minutes later, she looked a little better. "Sorry, I think one of the eggs I had for breakfast was off."

While she was out of the room we had been discussing how many women needed the right atmosphere, soft music, dim lights or candles, to be seduced romantically, but this brought out another aspect we hadn’t considered.

As Miss Furnier put it, "If Theresa doesn’t feel well, she isn’t going to feel much like being turned on. Likewise if someone is in pain, except for those who are turned on by pain."

That got us into the area of fetishes, but we didn’t discuss them for long as the bell went.

"I thought you were going to ask to bring her off," Theresa and I overheard a boy tease another boy. "Chicken?"

"No. I didn’t wan’ her to throw up on me."

Theresa and I looked at each other and laughed.

I’m still convinced that the story about the bad egg was a lie. Something about the submissive comment had made her want to escape for a few minutes.

I cornered Shelley at lunch. "In your journals…"

"Yes?"

"One of the girls has a mother who does counselling?"

"Danielle. That’s Mrs. Townley. Laura’s mum. Why?"

"Well, Theresa had to run out of Sex Ed. when we talked about submissives. She pretended she’d eaten something bad for breakfast, but I think she was making that up."

Shelley had her phone out and was dialling already. She spoke briefly into the phone then said, "Here," handing it to me.

"Hello? Mrs. Townley? Er… I don’t really know what I want to ask."

"You’re worried about a girl you’re looking after in the Program," she stated.

"Yes. She seems to blank everyone when she’s doing anything. And when I went down on her in Sex Ed., there was absolutely no response. I mean, I’m no sex god, don’t get me wrong, but NO reaction? Then later in the lesson, when I mentioned about submissives, she ran out of the room pretending she had to throw up because she'd eaten a bad egg for breakfast."

"You’re sure you not seeing something that isn’t there? Maybe she did have a touch of food poisoning."

"No. She reacted too suddenly to the bit about submissives. And Shelley’s worried about her too."

"Hmm."

"But she doesn’t seem the submissive type. Even though she’s new, normally she speaks up in class. She’s not exactly shy."

"Being submissive sexually doesn’t mean that someone is necessarily shy or submissive in other situations. Often a very dominant person likes to take a submissive role in sex."

"Oh. So she could be?"

"She could be. Although I must confess she doesn’t sound like someone with the reactions of a submissive."

"How can I find out?"

Mrs. Townley took a full minute to answer. "Do you think she trusts you?"

"I don’t know. As much as anyone I suppose. I don’t think she really trusts anyone."

"Well, you could try asking her to do something, like a Reasonable Request. But something where she is taking the submissive role. Then see how she reacts."

I wanted to talk more, but I was being pestered to do my own Reasonable Requests, so I just said, "Thanks, I have to go," and handed the phone back to Shelley.

A girl wanted to give me a handjob, so I let her, but I was a big disappointment to her. I was too worried to get more than a semi on and there was no way I was going to cum.

I looked across the hall and to my amazement I saw Theresa on her knees giving some guy a blowjob. I wasn’t close enough to see her expression but he obviously wasn’t forcing her.

Tuesday is always a busy day for proggies, as it’s the first touching day, so I didn’t get a chance to even look at her again all lunchtime.

I didn’t see her again until we were about to get dressed after school. It’s now or never, I decided.

"I’ve got a Reasonable Request," I said to her, trying to sound masterful (however that sounds).

"Yes?" She sounded tired. I briefly had second thoughts.

"I want you to kneel down and give me a blowjob."

She looked as if I’d just punched her in the stomach… but knelt down anyway. As she opened her mouth and reached to take me, I saw a tear escaping one eye and trickling down her cheek.

She closed her mouth around me and it felt wonderful, but I couldn’t.

The tear had gone but I’d seen it. I pulled away from her. "It’s alright. You don’t have to."

She didn’t even look happy about that, just confused. Perhaps as confused as I was.

We got dressed in silence. She wasn’t saying anything and I didn’t know what to say.

I always go swimming on Tuesday nights as it’s a cheap night at the pool. My time was way off and the swimming coach asked me what was wrong. How do you explain Theresa? I glanced at him glumly.

"A look like that, it has to be a girl," he said.

"Just someone at school I’m worried about."

"Why?"

"She was going to give me a blowjob and I could see she was upset, so I stopped her."

"You? Refuse a blowjob? Was she a dog?"

I laughed. "No. She’s… amazing."

"So you refuse a blowjob from an amazing girl. Either you’re going crazy or it’s love."

"Love? No way. I’m just worried about her. She’s having problems in the Program."

But is she? She’d been giving blowjobs all lunchtime with no problems. Is her problem just me?

One thing’s for certain, though. My idea to find out how submissive she was had backfired big style. I’m sure a submissive wouldn’t be as upset as she had obviously been.

I wish I had taken Mrs. Townley’s number, but I don’t even have Shelley’s number.

It took me forever to get to sleep, seeing in my mind the devastated look on her face and the tear on her cheek when I’d asked her to do to me what she’d been doing to the others.

I don’t understand her and I feel out of my depth. Way out of my depth.

Some Program week this is turning out to be.