Rosie - Naked In School

Chapter 11

THURSDAY.

I had two more days of this. If I had to be a slut just to get through it, I’d be a slut.

I left home dressed normally, but stopped not far from school and ducked behind a wall to change.

I’d picked my clothes with care. I put on the shortest skirt I had, which wasn’t very short, but it was for me. With that I wore an old blouse, which was now too small for me.

And I picked a pretty bra, hoping I wouldn’t get it ruined, and a thong. Yes I do have some. Not the sexy kind, but sexier than my normal school knickers.

When I came out from behind the wall and Jasmine saw me, her eyes nearly popped out. “What are you wearing?”

“You all want me to be a slut, I’ll be a slut,” I answered.

“What do you mean? I didn’t make you masturbate in class or let that boy lick you.”

“How do you think I felt, having to read out what you wrote?”

“It was only because I need the marks. You don’t think I meant any of it, do you?”

“Of course not. But I needed you with me. That lesson was hell for me, and you made it worse.”

She started to say she was sorry, but I ran ahead and left her.

So I was a bit earlier than usual getting to school, and the others who were also early were amazed as I started to dance around, touching them, boys and girls. I’d have been better with music though.

I peeled off my skirt, throwing it into my clothes box unfolded, then I grabbed the two sides of my blouse and pulled. The buttons flew everywhere. I took off the wrecked blouse and threw it at one of the boys, then carefully undid my bra and put that under my skirt in the clothes box. (I’d already put my “normal” clothes in the box for later.)

I rubbed my pussy (I said it!) through my thong, then put my fingers inside it to rub my clit. I turned around, bent right down, legs a little apart, to pull the thong off. One of the boys was so stunned, his mouth was open, so I pushed my thong into his mouth.

Then leaving them to laugh at him, I kicked my right leg up against the wall and leaned back slightly. I put two fingers in my pussy and started “playing with myself”, as Jasmine would put it.

That wasn’t enough, so I lay on the grass and pulled the nearest boy to me. Pushing his head down to my pussy I ordered him, “Make me come.” (This was no mere Request!)

I came with a scream and lots of cheers from those around me. I heard someone shout “slut”, but I didn’t care.

The bell went and the boy who’d made me come grinned at me, “You owe me a return match.”

I hadn’t thought about doing THAT, but I supposed I did owe him.

Between the first and second lesson I asked Kara if she still wanted to make me come.

“Yes,” she said, “but wait till after this lesson, we’ve got longer then.”

I have to admit I got excited waiting and didn’t concentrate on the lesson.

Kara made me sit next to her and she kissed me. I felt my mouth opening to accept her tongue and I could have been quite happy just kissing for the ten minutes we had.

Then she circled each of my nipples with her tongue, and pulled my legs apart. I nearly fell over as she pushed me back to get better access for her tongue. Within a few minutes, I was writhing on her tongue, struggling for my breath.

The bell went for third lesson and I staggered to the class. “I take it you don’t need relief?” was the only comment. I shook my head weakly by way of reply.

I shared that lesson with Jasmine and at the end of the lesson she started on me. “What do you think you’re doing, you little slut?”

“What?”

“I saw you with Kara, and before school. I know there are things you have to do, but you’re turning it into a sex show.”

“If God’s forced me to do this week, then how I get through it is my business.”

“Leave God out of this. You think He could love you being a slut like you are?”

“I don’t care!” I shouted at her. “He didn’t protect ME, did he? So it’s tough.”

I walked out to the waiting boys, leaving her stunned face behind me.

I grabbed the first boy, where she could still see me, and said, “You want a handjob?”

He was a boy. Of course he wasn’t going to refuse, was he?

Jasmine just sat in the classroom, watching me give him a handjob until he came on my breasts. I felt guilty watching her cry, but I wanted to lash out at someone for all this and she was handy.

I was quite glad, though, we didn’t share the next lesson. I didn’t want to face her again quite yet.

At lunch I was at the proggies’ table of course, and at the end of the half hour (exactly), along came the boy who’d made me come before school.

“Do I get my reward now?” he asked.

I decided if I was going to do this, I was going to show everyone what I thought of them.

I knelt on the table and made him stand on the table in front of me.

I pulled out his thing and it was already hard. Trying to remember what I’d seen from various people having relief in class, I licked it up and down, then put it in my mouth.

I closed my lips around it and pulled it in and out, my tongue touching it inside my mouth, and sucking at the same time.

Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and gasped, “I’m coming!” I grabbed his thing and pointed it at me, just in time for all the sperm to go all over my face.

I looked around for Jasmine, but couldn’t see her.

I sat there letting some other boys finger my pussy and trying to remember who I was. This slut wasn’t me. I didn’t even like her, but I had to put up with her for another day and a half.

I noticed Shelley watching me, and for a moment I thought she could see what I was thinking. I forced a laugh and turned away.

I was in a turmoil all afternoon, but I don’t think anyone noticed. I even gave a blowjob (as I found out they are called) in each of the breaks. And the more I did and let them do, the more I hated myself for doing it. And the more I couldn’t stop.

After school I found the boy I’d given that first blowjob to. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked him. “I might not be very good as it’s my first time, but…”

He grabbed my hand and we ran to the gardeners’ shed. He felt along the top of the doorframe and brought his hand back down with the key.

I almost ripped his jeans off, so he took his own pants down.

He started to lick my pussy and I fell over, smashing one of the gardeners’ trays of plants.

“We’d better hurry,” I said.

He got down on top of me and held my pussy open with one hand, then he pushed “it” into me. It felt too tight and I nearly said stop, but then he pushed forward hard and I felt a terrific pain and screamed out.

He stopped. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” I gasped. “Keep going.”

The pain was replaced by a feeling far better than fingers could produce.

I was literally screaming at him, “Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me.”

I think I came before him as he kept going for a bit after I’d come.

We heard a noise and he ran away. I struggled to get up, but was still lying there, legs spread, when Mr. Simpson, one of the sports teachers caught me.

“Headmistress’ office, I’m afraid. You know no students are allowed in here.”

I nodded.

It didn’t matter what happened now. I’d crossed the line and could never go back to living with myself again.

Mrs. Chaplain was quite good about it, though she did give me detention.

When I left the office, Shelley followed me. (She’d been with Mrs. Chaplain.)

“Rosie,” she called. “Was it your first time?”

“Yes.” I admitted.

“Was it good?”

I thought of the fantastic orgasm she’d given me the day before and answered, “Not as good as you, 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?”

I flashed a grin at her and walked to my clothes box.

I couldn’t pretend any more. This wasn’t some unattached body that “they” were doing things to. It was me. And it wasn’t just them doing things, I was starting them. Nobody made me give a blowjob, it was my idea. Nobody made me have sex, I wanted to. And this afternoon it was like a compulsion I couldn’t control.

I knew I could never go back to who I was. And I didn’t like who I’d become. Sure, she was fun to be with, in a shallow way, but that was it. Just a sex-crazed machine.

Before I left school, I unhooked the latch on one of the classroom windows.

Then I went to three different supermarkets to buy paracetamol and aspirin. (You can only buy small quantities at a time to stop people taking an overdose.) I got some mild non-prescription sleeping tablets from two different chemists. Finally I took all of my foster dad’s spare stock of heart tablets.

My foster parents were out all evening at a bible study cum (That’s Latin, not rude.) prayer meeting, so they’d just think I’d gone to bed before they got home.

Jasmine tried to talk to me and it was so hard not telling her how I felt. But if I had, she’d have tried to help. Certainly she’d have stopped me. But we always share everything, so I think I upset her by not chatting as we usually do.

I’ve thought it all out. When it gets dark, I’m going to say that I’m going to bed early, then I’ll sneak out of the house and make my way into the school. I don’t want my family to be the ones to find me.

I haven’t made the whole week. But today I did too much. And losing my virginity on a silly whim proved how far I’d sunk.

I hope God and my family can forgive me for what I am about to do.

Rosie

THE END

Rosie - Naked In School

Rosie - Naked In School

Chapter 11

THURSDAY.

I had two more days of this. If I had to be a slut just to get through it, I’d be a slut.

I left home dressed normally, but stopped not far from school and ducked behind a wall to change.

I’d picked my clothes with care. I put on the shortest skirt I had, which wasn’t very short, but it was for me. With that I wore an old blouse, which was now too small for me.

And I picked a pretty bra, hoping I wouldn’t get it ruined, and a thong. Yes I do have some. Not the sexy kind, but sexier than my normal school knickers.

When I came out from behind the wall and Jasmine saw me, her eyes nearly popped out. “What are you wearing?”

“You all want me to be a slut, I’ll be a slut,” I answered.

“What do you mean? I didn’t make you masturbate in class or let that boy lick you.”

“How do you think I felt, having to read out what you wrote?”

“It was only because I need the marks. You don’t think I meant any of it, do you?”

“Of course not. But I needed you with me. That lesson was hell for me, and you made it worse.”

She started to say she was sorry, but I ran ahead and left her.

So I was a bit earlier than usual getting to school, and the others who were also early were amazed as I started to dance around, touching them, boys and girls. I’d have been better with music though.

I peeled off my skirt, throwing it into my clothes box unfolded, then I grabbed the two sides of my blouse and pulled. The buttons flew everywhere. I took off the wrecked blouse and threw it at one of the boys, then carefully undid my bra and put that under my skirt in the clothes box. (I’d already put my “normal” clothes in the box for later.)

I rubbed my pussy (I said it!) through my thong, then put my fingers inside it to rub my clit. I turned around, bent right down, legs a little apart, to pull the thong off. One of the boys was so stunned, his mouth was open, so I pushed my thong into his mouth.

Then leaving them to laugh at him, I kicked my right leg up against the wall and leaned back slightly. I put two fingers in my pussy and started “playing with myself”, as Jasmine would put it.

That wasn’t enough, so I lay on the grass and pulled the nearest boy to me. Pushing his head down to my pussy I ordered him, “Make me come.” (This was no mere Request!)

I came with a scream and lots of cheers from those around me. I heard someone shout “slut”, but I didn’t care.

The bell went and the boy who’d made me come grinned at me, “You owe me a return match.”

I hadn’t thought about doing THAT, but I supposed I did owe him.

Between the first and second lesson I asked Kara if she still wanted to make me come.

“Yes,” she said, “but wait till after this lesson, we’ve got longer then.”

I have to admit I got excited waiting and didn’t concentrate on the lesson.

Kara made me sit next to her and she kissed me. I felt my mouth opening to accept her tongue and I could have been quite happy just kissing for the ten minutes we had.

Then she circled each of my nipples with her tongue, and pulled my legs apart. I nearly fell over as she pushed me back to get better access for her tongue. Within a few minutes, I was writhing on her tongue, struggling for my breath.

The bell went for third lesson and I staggered to the class. “I take it you don’t need relief?” was the only comment. I shook my head weakly by way of reply.

I shared that lesson with Jasmine and at the end of the lesson she started on me. “What do you think you’re doing, you little slut?”

“What?”

“I saw you with Kara, and before school. I know there are things you have to do, but you’re turning it into a sex show.”

“If God’s forced me to do this week, then how I get through it is my business.”

“Leave God out of this. You think He could love you being a slut like you are?”

“I don’t care!” I shouted at her. “He didn’t protect ME, did he? So it’s tough.”

I walked out to the waiting boys, leaving her stunned face behind me.

I grabbed the first boy, where she could still see me, and said, “You want a handjob?”

He was a boy. Of course he wasn’t going to refuse, was he?

Jasmine just sat in the classroom, watching me give him a handjob until he came on my breasts. I felt guilty watching her cry, but I wanted to lash out at someone for all this and she was handy.

I was quite glad, though, we didn’t share the next lesson. I didn’t want to face her again quite yet.

At lunch I was at the proggies’ table of course, and at the end of the half hour (exactly), along came the boy who’d made me come before school.

“Do I get my reward now?” he asked.

I decided if I was going to do this, I was going to show everyone what I thought of them.

I knelt on the table and made him stand on the table in front of me.

I pulled out his thing and it was already hard. Trying to remember what I’d seen from various people having relief in class, I licked it up and down, then put it in my mouth.

I closed my lips around it and pulled it in and out, my tongue touching it inside my mouth, and sucking at the same time.

Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and gasped, “I’m coming!” I grabbed his thing and pointed it at me, just in time for all the sperm to go all over my face.

I looked around for Jasmine, but couldn’t see her.

I sat there letting some other boys finger my pussy and trying to remember who I was. This slut wasn’t me. I didn’t even like her, but I had to put up with her for another day and a half.

I noticed Shelley watching me, and for a moment I thought she could see what I was thinking. I forced a laugh and turned away.

I was in a turmoil all afternoon, but I don’t think anyone noticed. I even gave a blowjob (as I found out they are called) in each of the breaks. And the more I did and let them do, the more I hated myself for doing it. And the more I couldn’t stop.

After school I found the boy I’d given that first blowjob to. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked him. “I might not be very good as it’s my first time, but…”

He grabbed my hand and we ran to the gardeners’ shed. He felt along the top of the doorframe and brought his hand back down with the key.

I almost ripped his jeans off, so he took his own pants down.

He started to lick my pussy and I fell over, smashing one of the gardeners’ trays of plants.

“We’d better hurry,” I said.

He got down on top of me and held my pussy open with one hand, then he pushed “it” into me. It felt too tight and I nearly said stop, but then he pushed forward hard and I felt a terrific pain and screamed out.

He stopped. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” I gasped. “Keep going.”

The pain was replaced by a feeling far better than fingers could produce.

I was literally screaming at him, “Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me.”

I think I came before him as he kept going for a bit after I’d come.

We heard a noise and he ran away. I struggled to get up, but was still lying there, legs spread, when Mr. Simpson, one of the sports teachers caught me.

“Headmistress’ office, I’m afraid. You know no students are allowed in here.”

I nodded.

It didn’t matter what happened now. I’d crossed the line and could never go back to living with myself again.

Mrs. Chaplain was quite good about it, though she did give me detention.

When I left the office, Shelley followed me. (She’d been with Mrs. Chaplain.)

“Rosie,” she called. “Was it your first time?”

“Yes.” I admitted.

“Was it good?”

I thought of the fantastic orgasm she’d given me the day before and answered, “Not as good as you, 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?”

I flashed a grin at her and walked to my clothes box.

I couldn’t pretend any more. This wasn’t some unattached body that “they” were doing things to. It was me. And it wasn’t just them doing things, I was starting them. Nobody made me give a blowjob, it was my idea. Nobody made me have sex, I wanted to. And this afternoon it was like a compulsion I couldn’t control.

I knew I could never go back to who I was. And I didn’t like who I’d become. Sure, she was fun to be with, in a shallow way, but that was it. Just a sex-crazed machine.

Before I left school, I unhooked the latch on one of the classroom windows.

Then I went to three different supermarkets to buy paracetamol and aspirin. (You can only buy small quantities at a time to stop people taking an overdose.) I got some mild non-prescription sleeping tablets from two different chemists. Finally I took all of my foster dad’s spare stock of heart tablets.

My foster parents were out all evening at a bible study cum (That’s Latin, not rude.) prayer meeting, so they’d just think I’d gone to bed before they got home.

Jasmine tried to talk to me and it was so hard not telling her how I felt. But if I had, she’d have tried to help. Certainly she’d have stopped me. But we always share everything, so I think I upset her by not chatting as we usually do.

I’ve thought it all out. When it gets dark, I’m going to say that I’m going to bed early, then I’ll sneak out of the house and make my way into the school. I don’t want my family to be the ones to find me.

I haven’t made the whole week. But today I did too much. And losing my virginity on a silly whim proved how far I’d sunk.

I hope God and my family can forgive me for what I am about to do.

Rosie

THE END