Rosie - Naked In School

Chapter 4

WEEK TWO THURSDAY

I could scarcely believe it at Morning Groping. Rosie came in and started to dance. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, almost forcing her boobs in a different guy’s face with each undone button. She peeled off her blouse and threw it into her clothes box. Wiggling her bum, she eased down her skirt which followed her blouse.

She had trouble with the catch on her bra, and had to stop her dancing for a moment to undo it. Then she simply threw it high in the air to land among the boys surrounding her.

Her knickers followed, then she kicked her left leg high against a wall and began to masturbate.

After a few minutes, she seemed dissatisfied and lay down on the nearby grass. She literally pulled the nearest boy down to her and made him lick her pussy until she came with a scream.

Those surrounding her actually applauded, though I did hear someone yell, “Slut!”

In spite of the obvious success with Rosie, I was still concerned at the lack of emotional support and I spent the morning meeting with any members of the teaching staff who weren’t teaching at that particular moment.

I have to say, I got the impression that most of them felt it wasn’t their job. I would have to tackle Mrs. C about it later, something I wasn’t looking forward to. I might be in authority this once, but I’d never lost the feeling of being a young child talking to her headmistress when I had to talk with Mrs. C about something.

I knew this would hurt her, as she was one of the warmest, kindest people I know. But somehow, either she’d ended up surrounded by those who simply didn’t care, or she’d failed to teach them the type of care and support needed in the Program. I wondered how her various staff had got on in previous schools with the Program.

I especially wasn’t looking forward to having to tell her that I couldn’t approve the Program here as things stood, and that I would have to recommend someone coming in from the outside, probably Heather as she’d offered to do so, and trying to put things right.

As at Mrs. C’s old school, she insisted that the staff eat in the dining hall with the students, albeit in a separate section. So we couldn’t miss Rosie, kneeling on a table, with a boy standing on the table in front of her as she undid his trousers and gave him a blowjob.

She even made him cum on her face, then simply sat on the table, ignoring the cum still dripping off her face, as several boys took turns sticking fingers into her pussy.

For a moment, I thought I saw those Heather eyes again, but then I heard her laugh and they were gone.

More meetings with staff filled up my afternoon. Some genuinely seemed to care, but had no idea how to do so. Others, in my opinion, shouldn’t be teaching.

After school, one of the teachers brought Rosie to Mrs. C’s office.

“She was in the gardener’s shed with one of the boys. I’m afraid he got away and she won’t say who he was.”

“I don’t know who he was,” she argued.

“You know that shed is out of bounds to all students, don’t you?” said Mrs. C.

“Yes, Mrs. Chaplain.”

“What were you doing in there?”

“Having sex.”

I don’t know why, but even after all we’d seen and heard of her in the last day or so, that still came as a shock.

“They broke a box of seedlings,” added the teacher. He sounded well peeved.

“Okay, thank you, Steve. You can go.” The teacher left.

“I’ll have to give you detention tomorrow night,” said Mrs. C.

“I understand.”

Rosie left and I followed her out.

“Rosie?”

“Yes, Miss… Shelley.”

“Was it your first time?”

“Yes.” She looked a bit sheepish.

“Was it good?”

“Not as good as you,” she grinned. “But I had to do it.”

“Why’s that?”

“I guess I’m a slut. It’s funny. This week I’ve done all sorts of things I always thought were wrong. But it won’t matter. It’ll be all over tomorrow anyway.”

“Back to normal after the Program, eh?”

She just smiled and we left it at that.

I met Mrs. C for drinks at my hotel much later that evening. I figured it was a more relaxed place for the talk I’d been dreading.

I had to tell her, though, what Rosie had said and we both laughed.

Mrs. C congratulated me on helping Rosie so much. That gave me the opening I was looking for and I was about to start discussing her staffing problems, when she looked up again.

“She’s wrong of course,” she added. “Her class has a museum trip on Saturday, so it isn’t over for her tomorrow. I’ll have to make sure that someone reminds her.”