Naked in School: Inspector Murphy
Part 3 - Opening Up
by Neonudist

I parked on a side street so that it didn’t look so obvious that we were there to inspect the Miller household. It was the middle of the day on Tuesday, so the parents and kids should all have been in the house for the homeschooling. I didn’t see anyone through the windows, but the intel about the family stated that they’d converted their basement into the teaching area, so it was actually a good thing that there was nothing to see. When we got to the front door, I turned to Sonya.

“Here’s the make-or-break moment, Ms. Gomez. When I knock on the door, either one of two things will happen. Someone will answer the door clothed, or they’ll be nude. If it’s the latter, then at least the possibility of non-compliance immediately lessens, and perhaps the problem won’t be so hard to fix. But if it’s the former, then the possibility definitely exists that they are not obeying the rules, since four of the five family members should be nude. They were made aware when they originally got their homeschool license that anyone answering the door should be unclothed, since that knock on the door could always be from an inspector. They can't have any excuses about being seen in naked public when they open the door because the entire neighborhood is aware that the Millers are an NiS homeschool family.”

Sonya nodded. “But what if Lindsay answers the door? She’s not in the Program so she’s not required to be nude. I don’t think we can make an immediate judgment based on her, can we?”

I smiled. “Au contraire, Ms. Gomez. I’m sincerely hoping she’ll be the one to answer the door, because although she’s not part of the Program, she’ll also have no fear about getting in trouble for non-compliance, so she can tell us right away if her family is following the rules. Then she invites us in and we do the rest.”

But after knocking loudly on the door several times, it turned out that it was Jake who answered. And while he wasn’t wearing a shirt, he was wearing hastily-thrown-on wrinkled jeans that looked like they’d just been pulled out of the dryer after having been in it for several days. Very odd.

I looked over at Sonya to gauge her reaction, but she was simply looking at Jake dumbfounded. Well, not exactly dumbfounded, more like…mesmerized. And I guess I could sort of see why. Jake was the perfect example of a typical high-school jock, at least from the waist up anyway. His six-pack abs were prominent and his muscular arms spoke of extensive use of the weight bench and workout equipment I could see in one of the open rooms inside the front door where he was standing. And Jake was staring back at Sonya with an equally interested look. His eyes were looking Sonya up and down, starting with her bare legs, and eventually stopping at her boobs as if the words “Florida State University” across her chest were the most interesting thing he’d ever read. It was almost like he’d never seen a woman before… well, at least any women other than his sisters and mom. Was that a tiny bit of drool starting to drip from Sonya’s lower lip?

I was being completely ignored, and was starting to get a little bit annoyed. If I was right about the non-compliance, I'd make sure Sonya and Jake would have much more to look at later. I loudly cleared my throat.

That broke the trance. Sonya immediately glanced at me with a small guilty smile. “Um, sorry, Inspector.”

I winked at her. “Never mind.” Then I turned to Jake. His guilty expression was even more obvious than Sonya’s. I donned my inspector persona. “Son, are you Jake Miller?”

“Yes, sir. Who are you?”

“I’m Inspector Robert Murphy from your high school’s Naked in School Program. This is Deputy Inspector Sonya Gomez. Your family has a home school license, and we’re conducting a routine inspection of your home to make sure that all the requirements are being met. One of those requirements is that whoever answers the door should be nude. Are you aware of this, Jake?”

Surprisingly, Jake’s expression lightened, as if he was suddenly relieved that he wasn’t in trouble. “Oh, hi, Inspector. Yeah, I’m aware of the rule. Not a problem, sir.” He started to unbutton and remove his pants.

Thoroughly confused, I held my hand up. Jake stopped what he was doing. Sonya looked like she was disappointed that she wasn’t going to see Jake nude. I ignored her for the moment.

“Son, if you were aware of the rule, then why were you wearing pants to begin with? Was there a reason why you felt you had to wear them?”

Jake immediately broke eye contact and stared at the ground. But before I could continue our conversation, the basement door opened and the rest of the Miller family walked in. The father, Wade, the mother, Judy, and Jake’s two sisters Tiffany and Lindsay. All were dressed. I also noticed what Tiffany was wearing, but kept that to myself for the moment.

Judy was the first to speak. “Jake, is everything ok? Who are these people?” She had a concerned expression.

As with Jake, I introduced myself and Sonya as NiS Inspectors conducting a routine inspection. As I spoke, I also observed Judy’s attire. She was wearing matching gray sweatpants and sweatshirt which hung loosely off her and didn’t expose a single inch of her body or curves. It was the least sexy clothing a woman could wear. She might as well have been wearing a Burqa. I noticed that the youngest daughter Lindsay was attired the same way. It was as if she was a younger version of her mother, like Mini-Me from the Austin Powers movies. Well, much cuter than Verne Troyer, obviously.

In contrast, Wade the dad was also a clone of his son, but in a good way. He was wearing a tank top and running shorts that showed off his muscular arms and legs. The tank top was tight enough that his large pecks were practically bursting through the shirt. And his shorts were so small that the outline of his cock was clearly visible. I expected Sonya to be drooling over him even more than she did Jake, but she seemed to be suppressing those particular urges, perhaps in an effort to impress me with her restraint and professionalism. Or maybe she just didn’t like older guys. Well, if that was true I knew how she felt. I didn’t especially like older women either. Except for my wife, or course.

Anyway, once I finished my observations, Judy looked at me with a mixture of surprise and guilt. “I, er, I’m sorry, Inspector, we were just having a, uh, study break… and we were just about to run to the store to pick up some milk and cereal for tomorrow morning.”

Not believing her for a second, I continued. “Ma’am, as I mentioned before, the purpose of this inspection is to see whether participating home school families are following the Program guidelines. We’ve only been here for five minutes and I already see four major violations.” Judy made an O-face and put her hand over her mouth. Tiffany and Jake simply stared at me with blank faces, unsure whether they were in trouble or not. Lindsay looked at her mom. Wade, however, put his hand on his forehead as if he was dealing with a migraine. He spoke up.

“Inspector, could you give me a few minutes to talk to my wife in private, please? We won’t be long.”

Judging by the look on Judy’s face, it seemed to be a conversation she was not looking forward to. So at the moment it looked obvious to me that the mother was the real problem here. But we had plenty of time for the inspection, so I nodded to Wade and took Sonya’s arm, leading her back outside to the front patio. I took the opportunity to ask Sonya’s opinion of the situation.

“Observations, Miss. Gomez?”

Sonya shrugged. “I’m not certain, but I think that there’s something going on with Judy that’s causing the family’s non-compliance. And I think that whatever that issue is, Wade’s not happy about it.”

I nodded in agreement. “And the children?”

Sonya blushed a bit. “Well, aside from Jake seeming fine with taking his pants off in front of me, even though he shouldn't have been wearing them in the first place, I couldn’t help but notice the girls’ attire. If I didn’t know better, I’d've thought that it was winter instead of spring by the way they were dressed.”

I had a chuckle at her remark. “Did you notice what Tiffany was wearing?”

Sonya put her hands on her hips and smiled. “Wow, Inspector, you’re really sharp. I would have guessed that only another girl would notice what I think you’re about to say.”

“Well, remember, Ms. Gomez, I have a teen daughter of my own. So I’m well aware of how fashion-conscious they can be when it comes to their clothing and outfits.” I said the words ‘clothing’ and ‘outfits’ as if I had just spit out a rotten piece of meat. “That's just one of the reasons teenage girls should be nude at all times, to eliminate such silliness. But I digress. What do you think I was going to point out?”

“That Tiffany’s clothes didn’t remotely match. She was wearing a bright neon orange t-shirt that was way too big for her, with purple pants and yellow running shoes. No normal teenage girl would be caught dead in that ensemble, even at home. It’s almost like she was rushing to put her clothes on and just grabbed whatever was nearby. And I actually think her sneakers are men’s shoes. They looked like they’d fit Jake better. Why would she be wearing his shoes?”

I nodded in acknowledgement. “And not only that, but Jake looked like his jeans were taken straight out of the washing machine without being dried and de-wrinkled.” Sonya blushed again. She definitely had the hots for Jake. Well, good for her. “It’s almost as if Jake and Tiffany were both nude and then scrambled to throw on their clothes when we knocked on the door.”

Sonya frowned. “But why? Being nude is exactly what they are supposed to be doing. Why put clothes back on? Unless they were-”

Before Sonya could finish her thought, the front door opened and Wade invited us in. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Inspectors,” he said. “We’re ready to cooperate fully with your inspection.”


More to come in Part 4