Rosie - Naked In School

Chapter 10

WEDNESDAY.

Both our foster parents were getting worried about our moodiness and they brought it up at breakfast.

"It’s a year next week, since Mum and Dad were killed," I said. "I think I’m going to hate this time of year."

That excuse satisfied them, though Jasmine begged me to let her tell them the truth. But I couldn’t do that to them.

This morning was worse than yesterday. I knew what was coming. I dawdled to school to at least shorten the time I was available for them.

I was so late I had to undress really quickly. Of course there was some boy who want his finger in my vagina.

This was terrible. He was making me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling. If he didn’t stop soon, I didn’t know what I’d do. Even worse, I didn’t want him to stop.

The bell went, and he pulled his finger out and walked away. Oh the relief at not having to fight those feelings. But I’d won. This time.

The first lesson came and went. Media studies. I wasn’t needed for anything, thank God.

I survived the first, five minute break by going to the toilet and they actually left me alone. The trouble was, I couldn’t spent every break time in the toilet. It wasn’t allowed.

The second lesson was Physics. I wasn’t needed for anything in that lesson either, though I’m not sure I was paying enough attention to it to learn anything.

But then came the ten minute break time and the inevitable Requests. Some of them had been watching me earlier and had obviously figured out how to turn my body on, because while one stroked my shoulders, which always sends me into a dreamy relaxed state, another began to stroke my vaginal lips very lightly.

Seeing me relax made him bolder and he slipped a finger into me and began using it to rub the inside front wall of my vagina. When somebody else, WITHOUT asking started licking one of my nipples, I couldn’t ignore it any more. I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t me. One second I wanted to run, get away, the next I didn’t want them to stop.

The feelings within me built up until I felt like I was exploding. When it was over, I could feel water running out of my vagina. Was that an orgasm? I guessed it was.

Then the lesson I was dreading. English again. I didn’t want to hear all their schoolboy fantasies about what they wanted to do to me.

"Are you okay, Rosie?" asked Mr. Delaney, like HE cared. "You look a little flushed."

I caught Jasmine’s eyes and turned away, feeling ashamed of what I’d felt.

"I take it you don’t need relief? Then I think it would be best if you came out the front and read their essays out, don’t you?"

Needless to say he wasn’t really asking.

"Let’s start with Jasmine’s, shall we?"

I’d expected Jasmine to say that she hadn’t done one, but she brought one out.

"You didn’t write one?" I asked, shocked.

She grinned and returned to her seat.

I started to read it and laughed. "I’d like to take Rosie outside and help her put her knickers on, then her bra, IF she remembered to bring one today…" That got a laugh, even from me. "Then, the rest of her clothes, and I’d like to walk home with her and run a hot bath with lots of bubbles, so she could soak and feel better and forget everything that everyone here has made her do."

Mr. Delaney did NOT look pleased. I mouthed, "Thank you," to Jasmine.

"Well, you didn’t say it had to be sexual," said Jasmine.

"I think it was quite obvious given the subject of the Program. You have deliberately avoided the spirit of the exercise. I can’t give you any marks for that."

"I was afraid you might say that, so I wrote something else on the other side."

"Perhaps we should hear that one then."

"I’d like to take Rosie outside and lay her down on the grass. I’d put her legs apart so everyone could see, then I’d bend down and kiss her on the lips, letting my tongue slip inside her mouth. With my hands I would be caresing her breasts.

"When I’d got her relaxed enough, I’d let a hand wander down to her pussy…" I broke off. "Jasmine! You can’t say that!"

"Why not?" asked Mr. Delaney.

"It’s... rude."

"It’s attitudes like that which the Program is designed to do away with," he replied. "Please continue."

"…down to her pussy and push a finger inside her. Then I’d take a nipple into my mouth and play with it with my tongue, all the time, working my finger in and out of her pussy. Then I take my finger out and lick her instead, licking up all her juices until she couldn’t take any more."

I put it down. Someone called out, "Rosie’s all hot and bothered. I think she likes it."

"Perhaps she fancies Jasmine too."

"I, I couldn’t," I protested. "It’s wrong. She’s my sister."

"That’s a good point," said Mr. Delaney. "In times past, incest was always considered something terrible, mainly because of the possibility of genetic problems in babies with parents who were closely related. But now we can reliably prevent pregnancies, the taboo is slowly going away. And of course, there is no problem about babies if two sisters have sex anyway. Okay enough discussion on that one or we won’t have time to read many."

I picked up the next one, from one of the boys. It was short and to the point. "I’d like to finger her like crazy until she comes, then," I gulped at the word, "fuck her senseless."

The next one was even worse. "I like to see Rosie tied to one of the dining hall tables and all the boys in the school take turns fucking her. I’d be first of course." That got a laugh, but I didn’t pause to let them continue laughing. "Then when everybody was done I’d like her to scoop out all the cum with her fingers, and scoop it into a glass. Then she’d drink it all down."

I put that one down really quickly and went on to the next. It was from a girl, Kara. "I’d like Rosie to lay on the teacher’s desk so I could play with her pussy. Then I’d lick all round her lips and her clit. She’d like it so much that she hold my head forcing my tongue deeper into her." I glanced up at the author of this fantasy as she sat in the front row, and she had her legs apart and her hand in her knickers rubbing herself.

"Then after she’d cum, we’d kiss and she start playing with my boobs. I’d have to lay down, and she’d kneel down in front of me and tell me what a beautiful pussy I have and she’d start fingering me with two fingers while her tongue…"

I was interrupted by Kara, the girl who’d written it, having a loud orgasm. She’d actually made herself come thinking about doing it with me.

"Thank you for the sound effects," Mr. Delaney said to her, "but they really aren’t necessary. Please continue."

"…while her tongue circled my clit and sent me crazy. I’d cum so hard she have trouble licking up all my juices. Then she’d come home with me and we’d lay awake all night, making love."

I put it down to lots of whistles.

"She’s not as hot and bothered as earlier," yelled one of the boys. "I think she prefers her sister."

The next was from another boy. "I want her to suck me off in front of the whole school and I’d fuck her face like it was a pussy, then when I was cumming I’d spray it all over her face. Then I’d make her turn over, because I’d still be rock hard, and I’d fuck her virgin arsehole until she couldn’t take it anymore. Then I’d cum in her arse and make her lick me clean. And she love it so much, she’d be begging me to fuck her pussy too."

"You seem to have a high opinion of your own sexual abilities, especially your stamina," remarked Mr. Delaney.

And so it went on. All disgusting.

As the bell went someone yelled out, "So when do we get started on all these, Rosie?"

Something snapped inside me. Was that what they wanted? Even Jasmine? Me to become a slut that would let them do anything?

When Kara asked me for a Reasonable Request a few seconds later, I snapped, "Okay, do what you like."

She looked at me with a worried expression. "Do you mean it?"

I took her hand and put in on my pussy. Even I could feel it was wet. I knew that meant they’d think I actually like the thought of what they wanted to do to me.

Kara knelt down and flicked her tongue across my clit. I was like an electric shock. It was so sudden, I actually fell off the bench and twisted my wrist with a loud cry of pain.

They made me get it checked out with the nurse, but it was nothing really. By the time the nurse had made sure it was okay and the pain had gone, it was lunchtime.

At lunch a student I didn’t know had sent me a note. I had to go to see Mrs. Chaplain in her office when I’d finished my lunch. What had I done wrong? I thought.

But Mrs. Chaplain wasn’t there. It was that Shelley. She said it was her who wanted to see me. What did she want with me?

"You, Miss. Hoover?" I asked.

She told me to call her Shelley. She hated having to be called Miss Hoover.

She asked me to sit down. Of course, I did so.

Then she asked how my Program week was going.

"Okay," I replied flatly.

"Just okay?" she asked.

What did she want from me, Ecstatic praise about how it had made me love sex so much I wanted to become a whore?

I just said "Yes."

"Funny," she replied, "that’s what your teachers all say."

She’d asked my teachers about me?!!!

"Yes, I asked them, and I don’t believe their answer any more than I believe you now."

What was I supposed to say to that?

"Rosie, Do you know who I am?"

Of course I did, and said so.

"Do you know about my time in the Program?"

I told her we’d had to study it in class.

"Then you know how much I love the Program and what fun it was for me."

That’s putting it mildly, I thought, but just said, "Yes."

"But it isn’t like that for you. Is it?"

I didn’t know what to say.

I tried to said "It’s okay," (which it wasn’t) but she interrupted me.

"I know. It’s okay." I was sure she was making fun of me.

"Why have you been watching me, Miss?" I asked

"Because I’m worried. Because I’ve seen something in your eyes that scares the shit out of me. And I’ve spent the last two days trying to figure out what it is."

She’d been worrying about me for the last two days? Why?

"You’ve got what I still call Heather Eyes."

I knew she had me. It was the stories about Heather not "being there" in her gangbang in the nightclub which had given me the idea to try to not be "there" in all these horrid Requests. I couldn’t let her take away that defence, so I argued with her.

"But I’ve never been raped or anything."

"No. I’m glad. But you’re surviving this week the same way she survived that night in the club. You’re cutting yourself off. This week is hell, isn’t it? And if you pretend you’re somewhere else you don’t have to feel it do you?"

I couldn’t answer her, and I knew that told her she was right.

Then she caught me offguard again by asking me if I identified with part of Samantha’s journal.

"As each of the class came and looked closely at what had been my most private areas, I realised that they weren't mine any more. My body belonged to anyone who wanted to see it and tomorrow it would belong to anyone who wanted to touch it. With a flash of clarity I understood how Heather had gone from shy wallflower like me, worse than me, to someone who would have sex with anyone and everyone. If our bodies weren't our own any more, if they'd been stolen from us and given to everyone else, what difference did it make if everyone used us?

"Nobody had touched me and yet I felt like I'd been raped. The class had gone quiet and I looked up. I realised that I wasn't lying on the table any more. I was curled up in a tiny ball in the corner crying as I'd never cried before."

She’d read it out softly, but then she turned to look me in the eyes and said bluntly, "Except you won’t allow yourself to cry, will you? Are you scared that if you do, you’ll never stop?"

"Yes," I wanted to scream at her. And what would be the point anyway, I’d still have to carry on, just as Samantha had to.

"Why don't they just rape me and get it over with? It couldn't be any worse. I feel so dirty,"

"That’s how you’re feeling right now, isn’t it?"

I looked away, trying desperately not to let the tears fall.

Then she really shocked me. "I am going to touch you now. And I want you to think about how it feels. I want you to tell me what you like and what you don’t. Whatever feels good, I’m going to keep doing and whatever feels bad, I’ll stop. And I want you to look at me. Okay?"

I have to look at her as well? Now I really had nowhere to hide.

I tried to make light of it. "Is this a Reasonable Request?"

She surprised me by starting to stroke my hair. She went on for ages and didn’t touch anywhere else, just slowly and gently stroking me hair.

Finally she asked me if I like that. I had to say yes, it must have been obvious that I was loving it.

She circled my shoulders, which made me feel all tingly.

I stopped her playing with my toes and my feet were ticklish. I didn’t mind her touching my legs, but I didn’t like it either.

Then she really got me, just running her fingers down my spine, over and over and over again.

I told her to stop. "It’s too nice."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," I admitted.

After a little while, she touched my breasts lightly and I was already so turned on, I had an orgasm.

I couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t even gone anywhere near my nipples and I’d "come".

Even more amazing, but when she continued touching me there, I felt myself "coming" again.

Maybe it was so intense because I’d been blocking these feelings all week so far, but I wanted more.

I took her hand and placed it at the entrance to my vagina.

She just stroked the outside and had to close my eyes.

When she held me open, I pushed myself down onto her fingers, I just couldn’t help it. If it was "coming", I "came" again, even stronger than before.

When she moved down in front of me and asked with her eyes if she could lick me, I nodded like mad. When she put her tongue into me, I grabbed her head to force it deeper.

Then I had the strongest orgasm and it seemed to last and last.

"See what pleasure you can have with your body, if you let it?"

All I could do was nod and grin like some lunatic.

I can’t believe I said what I said next. "Your turn."

She’d just given me so much pleasure I just wanted desperately to do the same for her.

I undressed her, and kissed different areas as I exposed them.

I stroked her everywhere, paying special attention to the places that made her react.

Then I surprised her (and myself), by getting between her legs and licking her vagina.

I heard someone come in and go out again. I giggled.

She thanked me and assured me I’d done really well.

I’d missed the first afternoon lesson, so I went into the second. I was a few minutes late for that too.

I’d been dreading Sex Education all week, but I surprised Miss Cedar by asking a question.

"Yes, Rosie?"

"Can you teach me how to make myself come?"

"You mean masturbate?"

"Er. I suppose so."

I caught sight of Jasmine’s shocked face, but turned away from her.

She told me to touch myself between my legs and to stroke the parts that liked being touched. Then I touched my clit but that was too much if you know what I mean.

I put two fingers of one hand into my vagina, and pushed them in and out trying to do to myself what that boy had done. I finally found the place he’d found and I gasped.

Then she suggested I do that and rub my clit at the same time.

I came so hard I’m told I screamed.

I remember the class was actually applauding me. Not Jasmine of course. I could feel myself shaking as I got my breath back.

"I think you need to go and get cleaned up," said Miss Cedar.

"I could clean her up," said one of the boys, joking I think. The class laughed.

"That’s up to Rosie," said Miss Cedar.

She was serious? I caught Jasmine glaring at me and said, "Okay."

(Then I tried not to laugh at all the mouths which dropped open!)

The boy, Daniel, came and literally licked me clean down there, so I told him, here, pointing to my clit and he sucked on it. I was still so turned on that that was all it took to make me come again.

"You’re supposed to be getting her cleaned up, not making her worse," said Miss Cedar, trying not to laugh. "I think we’d better go back to plan one and you go to the toilets to wash," she finished.

By the time I’d done that it was break time. "Is that for boys only, or do we girls get a chance?" asked Kara.

I giggled. "I promise you can have a go. But tomorrow. I’m getting sore."

If she felt put out she didn’t show it because she told all the boys who wanted requests that it was "boobs or bum only because her pussy was sore" as she put it.

I wished she hadn’t mentioned bum as two of the boys decided they wanted to finger my anus. I didn’t like it much, but I couldn’t really say no when I’d told them no touching me round the vagina, or my pussy as Kara insisted I should call it.

I raced out after the last lesson to get dressed before anyone could get in a Request.

I didn’t go straight home. I went to a café and sat down drinking a tea.

What had I done today? I’d gone further than I even had to and even worse, I’d enjoyed it.

I’d been tempted to tell our foster parents everything. I couldn’t stand the lying any longer, but after all the things I’d done, I could never tell them now.

I just hoped Jasmine wouldn’t give me away to them. But we’d never split on each other since Mum and Dad died. It just wasn’t our way. We were all we really had left.

So while she remained silent, the school had wanted a slut and I was rapidly becoming one.