Tanya - Naked In School

My dad picked the perfect time to change jobs, my final year in school. At least we moved in October so I wouldn’t have to cope with all the changes just before my exams, but as every school tends to cover courses differently, I was still going to have problems.

So Dad has had another wonderful idea. Instead of sending me to the local comprehensive, he’s arranged for me to go to one across town as their academic reputation is better and he thinks they’ll provide more support.

There is a problem, though. They have a reputation for more than just being good academically. My new school is the infamous slut school, where they started the Program. Of course, everywhere has it now, but, as I found out when I told my old friends back home what school I’d be going to, mud sticks, and my new school had seen a lot of mud.

Friends. That’s another problem. I don’t make them easily. I’m quiet and that seems to put people off until they get to know me.

There’s really only one other girl here I’m sort-of friendly with and that’s Eleanor. And if I’m quiet, well, let’s just say she makes me look loud.

Boyfriends? I had one, but it was hard keeping a relationship going by phone.

I couldn’t wait for the half-term holiday, as I had the chance to go and see my old friends for a few days. Worst luck, that didn’t include my boyfriend as his family went to Greece for half term.

The rest of the week’s holiday was pretty miserable. Eleanor lives on the other side of town and we weren’t THAT good friends anyway.

I tried not to mope around too much in front of Mum and Dad. It wasn’t his fault he had to change jobs, but frankly life sucks.

Then a week later I get this letter from one of my old friends… "I thought you should know…" You know the sort of thing. My wonderful loving boyfriend was seeing (make that screwing) someone else.

I was so upset I ran out of the house in tears. Not a good idea in late October. I promptly slipped on some ice, and fell badly on one arm, straight into the road.

Apparently I knocked myself out and nobody knew how the car that was coming at speed hadn’t hit me. My arm hurt really badly and with that, plus I’d been knocked out for a few minutes, I had to go to the hospital. Of course that meant waiting forever to see a doctor.

Lying there alone in Casualty after having X-rays (I’d sent Mum to get herself a coffee) I just read the letter again and wondered what had happened to my life.

"I wish I was someone else. Any life is better than mine," I complained out loud. I hadn’t realised I’d spoken aloud until a nursing assistant came in and asked me if I’d been calling.

"No, it’s okay," I said, "Just thinking out loud."

She saw I was upset and began to say something. I scowled at her. I didn’t want sympathy.

"Any life?"

I looked around to see who had spoken. There was nobody there. Great. Now I’m imagining things.

"Well?" I heard. "Any life?"

I looked around again, but before I could answer the doctor came in.

The X-ray showed nothing was actually broken, just a sprained wrist. At least it was my left wrist, so it wouldn’t affect my schoolwork. They insisted on keeping me under observation for a few hours in case of a head injury. I did not tell them I’d started hearing voices.

A few days later things got a whole lot worse. I was called into the headmaster’s office for the bloody Program.

You know you don’t think much about the Program any more, until it happens to you. I didn’t even check out the guys in the Program with me as they stripped. They all knew each other and I knew I’d be odd one out... again. For the umpteenth time I cursed my dad having to change his job.

"Tanya?" asked the headmaster, Mr. Thompson.

"Sorry?"

"Are you going to get undressed?"

Damn. I’d been daydreaming. Embarrassed, I stripped off my clothes without thinking much.

"As you’re still fairly new here, I’ve asked the others to try to look after you," he said in a tone of voice which was meant to be reassuring.

"I don’t need pity," I snapped. "I’m not poor little Tanya."

I don’t know who was more shocked, them or me. Where had that come from?

Taken aback he said mildly, "Nobody said you were. Okay, if you’re all ready, off to your classes."

My first lesson was Chemistry with Mr. Holland. At least I wouldn’t have to do anything like Program-type stuff in that class, I thought.

"Do you want relief?" he asked routinely. Although it was the first class and my first day in the Program, he still had to ask.

I shook my head to refuse relief and said, "Yes, please."

Total silence as everyone, the teacher included, stared at me. At first I hadn’t realised what I’d heard myself say, then I thought I was imagining things until I saw the reaction of some of the others.

"Sorry, I meant no," I corrected.

The class was routine, but afterwards we had stuff to clear up, then we all had to wash our hands thoroughly, so I actually had the perfect excuse for missing requests.

Perfect. So why did I feel disappointed?

The next lesson was Art, so I wasn’t surprised to be asked to go to the front. I immediately jumped on the table and waggled my bum at the class. Then I suddenly felt totally embarrassed and didn’t dare move in case they saw my face.

Mr Claymore made me sit down while he decided on the pose. Then he looked at me pointedly and said, "I forgot to ask. Do you want relief?"

I was shocked to notice my right hand was gently rubbing my pussy.

Before I could even answer, one of the girls giggled and said, "She’s wet enough. She must need it. Just look at her."

I nearly freaked when I realised that she was right. I didn’t want relief, but my body definitely needed it and I didn’t understand why. My pussy was itching like mad.

I gave in to the inevitable and squeaked, "Yes." Which brought more laughter from the class.

"Do you want assistance?"

"Yes," I said, then shouted, "No!" Then I thought, which was worse? Having someone do me, or having to do myself in front of everyone. "Yes," I said finally.

I picked one of the boys who had volunteered. To my surprise, he went down on me. He wasn’t very good, but I was so wired, I got off straightaway anyway.

The mid-morning ten-minute break was really weird. One minute I was embarrassed about having to open my legs, then next I was plunging four fingers into myself trying to bring myself off again.

I finally came so hard I was late for class. The class passed so slowly as I felt a growing longing for the break. I even found myself pinching my nipples.

At the break time, I lay on a table and yelled. "One proggie, wide open for requests."

One of the girls wanted to "do me" as she put it. She started my sucking on my nipples, then worked her way down, too slowly for my liking, to my pussy. She began fingering me and I grabbed her hand shoving it into me. She pulled away and began to lick me, then sucked hard on my clit and I came, HARD.

"Oh god, Lucy. I love you."

"Who’s Lucy?" she asked, puzzled.

I didn’t know.

"What’s up?" a boy called.

"She in love with some chick called Lucy," yelled another boy.

Then I saw Eleanor for the first time that day. As we walked to class, she asked, "Who IS Lucy?"

"I don’t know." She looked hurt, like I was keeping something from her. "I really don’t. I don’t know why I said that."

"You’re really acting weird today, so everyone says. I thought you’d be really shy in the Program."

"So did I. I mean, I am. I keep doing things and saying things and it’s like, I don’t know why I’m doing them. It’s like it isn’t me. I’m just watching and listening. Half the time I don’t even know what I’m doing."

"Like playing with your nipple now, you mean?" she asked sceptically.

I looked down and quickly pulled my hand down.

"Yes." If I looked as panicky as I felt, that might explain her sudden change of tone.

"Are you alright?"

"I don’t know."

The lesson went smoothly as did lunch. I take a packed lunch as I can’t stand school dinners. When the bell went for requests, I was surrounded.

"Sod no touching day," I demanded, "somebody get me off."

A boy started fingering me quite well, but it just wasn’t getting me going.

"Stop now. Just fuck me, okay?"

His mouth look like a wide open flytrap for a second until another boy said, "If he don’t wanna, I will," and pushed him out of the way.

He pushed into me without hesitation and started gently until I cried, "Harder!"

Then he banged away as hard as he could, but I didn’t cum until I felt him spurt inside me.

"Shit, I needed that," I gasped.

"You two. Headmaster’s office." It was one of the younger teachers.

We sat outside the head’s office for the rest of lunchtime.

"Now, you two. What’s going on?"

"It was my fault," I admitted. "I was desperate and begged someone to fuck me."

"It isn’t even supposed to be a touching day," he reminded me.

"I know. Sorry."

"Okay. Go to your classes. And NO MORE touching until school ends."

"Yes, sir."

I was bored all afternoon. Posing requests that would normally have made me really nervous simply bored me. As the afternoon wore on I became more and more desperate. I needed to be fucked, badly. Or rather, I badly needed to be fucked.

Eleanor asked me what had happened. "Got sent to Dr. Reynolds' office," I said.

"Who?"

"I mean Mr. Thompson’s. I don’t even know a Dr. Reynolds."

"He was Head here before Thompson," she replied.

"Oh."

"You’re freaking me out," she said.

"I’m freaking YOU out?" I cried. "How do you think I feel?"

"I don’t know how you feel," she said.

"Would you believe terrified?" I asked. "Oh, and horny as hell."

After school I didn’t get dressed. I simply lay down in the goalmouth (fuck it was cold!) and yelled, "I want fucking!" at the top of my voice.

One boy dragged his trousers down and nearly fell on top of me, he was so eager to beat the others. He was pretty good too.

He emptied himself into me and I was still wanting more. "Who’s next?" I asked.

Another took his place. He was stronger than the first and I almost came. ALMOST dammit!

"Lie on top of me," the third boy said.

I lined myself up and pushed him into me. I STILL wasn’t getting anywhere.

I bent forward and called, "Who wants my arse?"

I hate anal sex, at least I used to. I let my boyfriend do it once, but it hurt.

This time it didn’t as I felt someone push his way into my hole.

"So full," I gasped.

They started gently, but I yelled at them to fuck me harder.

I finally came and still my body wasn’t satisfied.

This time I lay on my back on top of a boy, easing his cock into my arse and let a girl lick my pussy. It wasn’t enough, so a boy took her place and slammed into me.

I looked around and dragged the nearest guy to me and took out his cock and began sucking on it for all I was worth.

Two more got the idea and put their cocks into my hands.

When they’d all cum, I could feel cum running down my face, and from both my holes. I scooped up what I could and ate it.

"More!" I cried.

Another boy was easing himself into me (He needn’t have bothered being so gentle, I was past that.) when I felt a sudden sharp pain in my head and knew no more.

"She’s coming round," I heard.

"Fetch the doctor and her parents."

I tried to open my eyes but the light was dazzling. I squinted. "Lucy, where am I?"

"Hospital," answered the nurse. "You blacked out."

"How? Why?"

"We don’t really know."

My parents came running in. "Tanya, thank god."

"What happened?"

"We were hoping you’d tell us," said my father sternly. "All we know is that you were having sex with some boys at school and blacked out. By the time they got you here they thought they’d lose you. You’ve been unconscious for five hours."

"Five hours? What’s the time?"

"Almost eleven."

"I’ve only got an hour left?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean… I don’t know what I mean."

A short time later they left me to sleep. A nurse came in to turn the lights down and I pretended to be asleep.

When she’d gone, I got up and crept out of my room. I saw a sign for a toilet and walked there quickly before anyone could see me.

I washed my face then glanced up at the mirror and nearly fainted. The reflection wasn’t me. It was another girl and she was grinning wildly.

"It’s okay. You’re not going mad," she assured me.

I couldn’t answer.

"Did you like being someone else for a day?" she asked.

"Who are you?"

"Don’t you know?"

"No. Am I possessed or something?"

"Or something," she grinned. "You had just had a near-death experience and wanted to be someone else. And I wanted my final day in the Program. And you said it when you were in the same bed I died in. I stayed too long and nearly killed you the same way I died. But you’re safe now. It’s almost midnight. Halloween’s almost over. I have to go now."

"I don’t understand. Am I going mad?"

"No. Even if people think you went mad today," she grinned. "I guess you won’t be the quiet one everyone ignores any more. Did you enjoy it too?"

"Yes," I admitted. "I didn’t want to, but I did."

"Good. But it’s a pity they’re keeping you in for observation and you’ll be exempt from the Program now. You could always volunteer."

Somewhere in the distance a clock began to chime.

She spoke quickly. "If you get a chance, get a message to Dr. Reynolds and Lucy. Tell them that Elaine says thanks…" the word hung in the air as her image in the mirror faded to be replaced with my own reflection.

I found out that Dr. Reynolds was now chairman of the Program Committee and by chance a few weeks later he was visiting his old school. I asked to see him and told him what had happened to me and that Elaine had said thanks to him and someone called Lucy. I didn’t expect him to believe me, but he shook his head and smiled. "I’ll tell Lucy," was his only reply.

So there ends my extremely short Program week. A lot of my new-found "friends" only wanted sex, but others became real friends. Other than Eleanor, I never told anyone what had happened to me. I don’t know if she believed me. As for my strange behaviour that Monday, everyone put it down to some fluke effect from knocking myself out the week before.

And did I volunteer for the Program? That would be telling.