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Subject: {ASSM} Karen naked in school -- Thursday, part 1 of 3
Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 01:10:04 -0400
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Preceding story: In Karen naked in school -- Monday and Tuesday, I'm
surprised to find I'm required to attend high school in the nude for 
a whole week, and I do so very reluctantly.

In Karen naked in school -- Wednesday, part 1 I tell about how I
had to pose for Harold, a geeky photographer, before school.  My
history teacher explains some of the changes in recent history
which led to my unusual week in school.  In part 2, I pose again
after school for Harold, then later experiment with public
exhibitionism.

---


In the morning, I got up and started to get out of bed.  I remembered
I was bare and started to wrap a blanket around myself, then laughed
and stood up and stretched.  I went right downstairs and into the
kitchen.  

My mother was there.  She smiled when she saw me.  "Keeping right at
it?" she asked me.  "That's great, Karen!"

I nodded.  "I don't get to wear anything until I've had breakfast and
my shower," I told her.

I went to the bathroom and did my necessary things, then stepped out
again.  "Are you making breakfast?" I asked my mother.

"Sure, I thought I'd make pancakes if you'd like some," she nodded.

"Great.  Thanks, that sounds great!  I guess I'll go take my shower,
then."  I turned to go back into the bathroom.  Just as I started to
close the bathroom door, the doorbell rang.  I waited, thinking she'd
get it, but then it rang again.

I stepped back out of the bathroom and took a deep, nervous breath.
Here was another chance to show how courageous I was.  I went to the
front door, put a smile on my face, and opened the door wide.

It was one of Jimmy's friends from last night.  "Hi," he said, looking
me over eagerly.

"Hi, uh..."  I couldn't remember his name.

"Roger."  He smiled a little nervously.  "I just wanted to stop by and
say 'Hi', Karen," he said.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked him.  "You can join us for
breakfast if you like!"  I said as warmly and politely as I could
manage.

"Sure, if it's all right!"  He beamed.

"I'm about to go take a shower," I explained.  "I'll be having
breakfast before I get dressed, though," I told him, smiling a little.

"Can I watch you in the shower?" he asked eagerly.

I blushed.  "Um... okay," I said reluctantly, but then giggled.  20
guys had been watching me shower after gym all week!  "Come on, then,"
I said.

I had to leave the shower curtain open.  I aimed the shower head so it
wouldn't spray water all over the bathroom, then stepped in and faced
him.  I took a long shower in front of him, lathering myself in soap
several times and then rinsing it off, then turned off the water and
stepped out.  He watched me towel off and dry my hair as well.

"Ready for breakfast now?" I asked him.

"Um... actually... I had better get going," he said, glancing at his
watch.  "But it sure was fun watching you take your shower!"  He
hurried out the door, and I sighed, a little relieved to have at least
a little privacy.

Jimmy came in for breakfast.

"Your friend Roger was here earlier," I told him.  "He watched me in
the shower."

"He did?"  Jimmy looked surprised, then shrugged.

"Was he a gentleman?" Mom asked.

"He was nice," I told her.

"Good," Jimmy said.  "Then I don't have to break his arms."  We all
laughed.

I had to take off my clothes at school; I couldn't get out of that.
Feeling very bold about it, I decided I'd do the best I could to be as
adventurous, friendly and cheerful as I could.

After breakfast, I got dressed and walked to school, arriving early 
as I had the day before.  I noticed it was a little cool that morning,
in the mid-60s.  But it was going to be a nice day.

There were a few students at the front door, and I could see others who 
would be arriving soon.  I'd intended to just cheerfully, boldly strip, 
but I felt nervous as I looked at the people who were already there.  
A half dozen guys were eagerly, expectantly looking at me, and grinning.  
I blushed and took a couple of deep breaths, reminding myself of my 
intentions.  I decided to jump right into a bold start.

"W-would any of you like to help me?" I asked timidly.

"Excuse me, did you say something?"

I blushed harder.  They hadn't heard me!  I realized I had an easy
out.  Then I took another quick breath.  I didn't want to do it that
way.

I spoke out more clearly and loudly.  "Would you boys like to help me 
take off my clothes?"

They heard me clearly that time!  They jostled one another and moved
toward me.  I stood still in front of them, and they waited.

"Go ahead," I invited them, forcing myself to smile.  It was about a
quarter to eight.  Classes started at 8:05.  "I'll let you do whatever
you want until it's time to go to class."

A couple of them came over right away, and one of them experimentally
rubbed his knuckles against my shirt.  I blushed but forced another
smile.

Someone behind me tugged my pants down to my ankles, then did the same 
with my underpants.  I felt hands on my bare buttocks.

The guy who had brushed my chest grinned; he unbuttoned my shirt, then 
opened my bra.  He studied my face as he began feeling my chest.  I was
blushing pretty hard.  I didn't try to move, but looked away from him.

"Look right at me," he told me.

I looked back at him.  He smiled.

Then I gasped; one of the guys behind me slid his finger in my vagina!
I started to turn, but the guy in front of me held my nipples, and
pinched them.  "Look at me!" he insisted.  I did so; it hurt when he
pinched me!  He grinned.  "Keep looking at me.  I like to watch your
expressions," he said.

"Here, let me slide my fingers in there for a minute," someone behind
me said, and one finger slid out of my vagina, but another slid in.  I
gasped again, but kept my eyes nervously on the guy in front of me.
Then I jumped; someone was pushing their finger up my behind!

"No!  Stop that!" I protested, trying to turn around.  The guy in
front of me grabbed my nipples again and pinched them hard.  "Are you 
going to remember to look at me?" he demanded.

"I'll try!" I said, gulping.

"I thought you said we could do what we wanted with you?" a guy in
back of me said.

"You... can!" I said, gasping.

"Would you lean forward a little, please?" he asked cheerfully.

I did so slowly and reluctantly, but tried to keep my eyes on the guy
in front of me.  I smiled at him, and he chuckled.   "You like this,
don't you?"

Just then the bell rang.  I felt immensely relieved as the guys behind
me yanked their fingers out of my behind and my vagina.  The guys
behind me pulled my shirt off, and my bra.  I smiled at them and bent
over to untie my shoes.  I got goosed while I did that, and I squealed
and straightened nervously, then smiled again.  I kicked my shoes off
and stepped out of my pants and underpants.  The guys grabbed at me
for a final feel, then cooperated in picking me up.  They took my
socks off.

"Hey, I was going to wear those!" I protested, trying to be
good-natured about it.  "Let me down, please, so I can get my shoes
back on, okay?"

They let me down, and I hurriedly got my socks and shoes back on.  I
didn't see my clothes; I assumed the guys had put them in the box.  I
hurried to algebra class and got to my seat just as the final bell
rang.

It was still awfully embarrassing to be the only student in the class
who was not wearing any clothes, but I was determined to enjoy it more 
than I had the first three days, and also to do more than just try to
live through the day.  When the algebra teacher, Mr. Dennison, asked
for volunteers to solve problems on the board, I raised my hand and
boldly went to the board to give it a try.  When I finished and
returned to my seat, the class cheered.

"We don't see that kind of reaction too often," Mr. Dennison
remarked, and the class laughed.

After class, a boy stopped me in the hallway.  "I saw the guys outside
this morning who got to feel your body," he began.  "I just
wondered..."

I blushed, then made myself smile at him.  I'd resolved to be as 
friendly as possible...  "You want to do it some?  Okay, go ahead!"

He looked surprised, but reached for my chest and fingered my nipples.
"That feels good!" I said, as brightly and eagerly as I could.  I
giggled and put my hands behind my head, letting him stroke me for a
minute or two.  Other students moved past us, grinning and chuckling;
a couple of them patted my fanny.

"I guess we'd better get to class," he said reluctantly.  "Thanks,
Karen!"

"You're welcome," I called after him, then hurried to history class.
I was a couple of minutes late, so I stepped into the classroom
quietly, intending to go to my seat in the back corner.

"What the hell is this!"  Our regular teacher wasn't there.  The
substitute was a young man.  He stepped right over to the door and
grabbed me by the arm.

I blushed hard.  "I'm sorry I'm late," I started.

"That's not what I mean.  It's not all of what I mean, anyway."  He
glared at me.

"She's supposed to be naked," one of the boys contributed.

"What?  Why?  In school?" the teacher demanded.

"It wasn't *my* idea," I told him.  "Please let go of my arm."

He hesitated a minute, then let go.

The whole class was chiming in now, until he blared out a commanding,
"QUIET!"  The class stopped talking immediately, and he turned to me.
"Now please explain this, briefly but clearly."

"I was met at the door of the school by the principal on Monday," I
explained, "and ordered to take off my clothes.  I was informed I'd
have to attend school in the nude this whole week.  I was given a
brochure after I complied, explaining that it's part of a new state
law, and a local school policy.  There are several other girls who
have had to do the same thing; you will probably see them around
school today."

"I... see."  He looked at me and thought for a minute.  "I guess you
can take your seat, in that case.  I apologize if I embarrassed you."

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed *you*," I said back, sincerely, then went
to sit down.

Then it turned out, him being a substitute, he didn't have much to
teach for the day.  We wound up putting our chairs in a circle for
informal discussion.  That was supposed to be about history, but all
the guys in the class were clearly eying me, and the substitute was,
too.  After several attempts to divert everyone's attention back to
history, he shrugged and looked sheepish.

"It's clear that everyone has more questions about you than about
history, Karen.  Let me start."  He smiled.  "How does it feel to be
met at the door of the school and told you have to attend in the 
nude?"

I blushed.  "It was quite a surprise," I explained.  "I had no idea
the school could have such a requirement."

"How about when you had to take off your clothes?"

"I had to do that in the principal's office," I told him.  "There were
several teachers standing around, and a crowd looking in the window.
They gave me just two minutes to strip bare!  Then they let me have my
shoes and socks back, and sent me to my classes."

"How have the other students been?" he asked me.

"They've been nice for the most part," I said, looking around at the
rest of the class.  "I guess it's very much a thrill for the guys."
Several of them chuckled and nodded in agreement, and I blushed a
little more.  "I think most of the girls are glad it's not them, and a
few find it distracting, annoying or even boring."  The girls all
giggled.

"I wonder how they'll handle it if they have to go through it
themselves," the substitute mused, smiling.

"I'd love to find out!" one of the boys contributed, and the rest of
the guys laughed.  So did some of the girls.

"Are there any things you've experienced that would be unexpected by
the rest of us?" the substitute asked me after the laughter died down.

"I'm not sure.  Well... when you sit down on a chair, it can be cold."

Some of the boys were raising their hands.  The sub called on one of
them.

"What was the hardest garment to take off?" he asked.

"My bra," I told him.  "I took off my shirt first, but it really hit
me, what I was doing, when I had to take off my bra."

"Is it still hard to undress at the school?" he asked.

I nodded.  "Not as hard as it was the first time, but it's still awfully
hard!"

"What private part of yourself do you like to show off the least and the
best?" another guy asked me.  "Your tits, your ass or your pussy?"

I blushed.  "I guess... my behind is the easiest.  The other two are
both extremely difficult to expose."

"Which is your best feature?" one of the girls asked, giggling.

"I think... guys seem to like looking at my chest the most," I said
uneasily.

Finally the class period was done.  I was relieved to not be answering
those personal questions any longer, but I had to go out into the hall
and face the entire school.  I blushed at first, then took a breath
and remembered to smile at the guys.  I had a brief, naughty thought
to jiggle at them, and tried to quickly put it out of my mind as being
too embarrassing.  Then I remembered the goal I'd set for myself for 
the day.

I took a breath, then started jiggling my chest a little, looking into
the eyes of some of the guys and smiling.  I started moving my feet a
little and jiggling my fanny as well.  One guy started humming a fast
paced dancing song, and then several others joined in; I danced to
their music for a few minutes, smiling warmly and invitingly to the 
guys who were grinning at me.

"I have to get to class!" I said after a few minutes, and waved, then
hurried down the hallway toward the gym.

Thr principal stopped me in the hallway.  "Miss Wagner?" he said.

"Yes, Mr. Harrison?"  I stopped and faced him, then smiled a little
and set my feet apart.  "I'm just heading to gym class, but I guess
there's no hurry; it doesn't take me long to get ready for it!"  I
giggled a little.

He chuckled.  "You seem to be getting more comfortable with your
situation," he noted.

"Oh.  Sure."  I looked down at myself and nodded.  "It's really kind
of fun in a way to attend school with no clothes," I admitted to him 
brightly, trying to be as cheerful as possible.  "It's completely
different from anything I'd ever have done, or even thought of.  It's
been embarrassing, but it's also exciting!"

"Good!"  He looked me over slowly, and I posed in front of him.  "How
are the other students treating you?"

"Pretty nicely," I told him.  "I let some of them help me undress this
morning," I said.  "I occasionally get patted or grabbed at in the
hallway."

"You don't have to let anyone do that to you," he told me, looking a 
little concerned.

I blushed a little.  "Oh... it's all right.  It adds some more
excitement to the day."  

"Well, I just wanted to find out how you're doing."  He smiled at me.
"You can go on to your class now."

"I had one question..."  I blushed again.  "You mentioned a spanking
on Monday..."

"Oh, I was just teasing you, Miss Wagner," he said a little hastily.
"You haven't done anything to merit that."

"That's good."  I looked down, then timidly looked back up.
"Actually, I was thinking... a nice firm spanking on my bare buttocks
would be kind of... kind of nice," I admitted, blushing hard.

He chuckled.  "You'd better get to class."

I hurried into the boy's locker room.  No one else was in there, so I
ran out to the gym.

"There you are."  Mr. Roquette had just finished taking attendance.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.  "I was talking to the principal in the
hallway."

"All right, but please make an effort to be on time in the future."
He nodded, and I joined the rest of the class.

"Were you giving him a blow job?" a girl whispered, giggling.

"No!"  I blushed.

"Are you going to?" a guy asked.

"No!" I protested.

"Will you give me one?"  "How about me?"  "I'd like one!"  "Me, too!"
"Have you ever given anyone a blow job?"  "Did you like it?"

"If I can have your attention!" Mr. Roquette snapped, and I was
relieved that the barrage of questions stopped.

"It's rainy outside, so we're going to do some inside work today," he
said.  He split us into three groups, with 5 guys and 5 girls in each.

My group started out playing volleyball.  The entire group grinned at 
me as I put my kneepads on.  "Now you're really dressed for giving
blow jobs!" Mike said.

I was normally a pretty good volleyball player, but found it's a
different game in the nude.  The guys were playing as much to get me
down on my knees as to win points.

Pretty soon, the guys on my team were playing along and had me sliding
all over the floor on my knees after volleyballs.

"You're using good form," Mr. Roquette told me after watching us play
for a minute or two.  "You get good stability from having your knees
wide apart, and you're angling yourself toward the net pretty well,
too.  Good job!"

"We're keeping a close eye on her form," one of the guys said,
grinning.

"And what have you learned?" Mr. Roquette asked.

"She has nice tits," the guy said promptly.

Mr. Roquette smiled briefly, then blew his whistle.  "Time to rotate,"
he called out.  My group played basketball next.  I got patted on the
fanny a couple of times in lieu of guarding me from dribbling.  I'm
not a good basketball player anyway, so didn't need much guarding.
Also, I was following Mr. Roquette's instructions and stretching my
arms as high as I could to block a guy from shooting.  He stopped
dribbling and just looked at me for a minute, then grinned.  "Great
chest, Blondie!" he said as he passed the ball.  I blushed, but
nevertheless had to do the same thing the next time he had the ball.

The 3rd inside activity was badminton.  We had just changed to the 3rd
activity when Mr. Roquette noticed it was close to the end of the
class period.  "Sorry, everyone, but we have to go hit the showers," 
he announced.

I went into the guy's locker room once again, left my shoes and socks,
and headed to the showers.  

"Are you going to think about being felt up again today?" one of the
guys asked me, as a group of them entered the shower.

I blushed.

"Move your feet wide apart, Karen!" another guy suggested.

I did so nervously, and desperately tried to think about something
else, but my mind kept returning to that thought.  I blushed even
harder, imagining the guys fingering me between the legs while I posed
in front of them.

"Are you getting horny?" a boy asked.  "Tell the truth, now!"

I nodded nervously, and they all grinned and laughed.

"Put your hands up over your head," another guy said, and I did so.

"Anyone could see you're horny, the way you're blushing and your
nipples are erect."  He chuckled, and I looked down.  My nipples
were pushing right out.  I couldn't help it!

"What made you get so aroused?" another guy asked.

"I don't know," I said timidly.

"Yes, you do," he insisted.

"I, uh, I was..."  I took a deep breath.  "Someone suggested I think
about being felt by all you guys while taking a shower with you," I
admitted.  "I started thinking about that."

"Want us to help you shower?" a guy with a big, hard erection asked.

I blushed again, then took another deep breath.  "I'd love it if you
did!" I said daringly, and they didn't wait for any confirmation.
They surrounded me, applying soap, rubbing their hands over every part
of my body, and rubbing their stiff cocks against my buttocks.

Suddenly the water turned really cold.  I yelped, but the guys were
moaning.  Mr. Roquette was standing by the control for the water.
"Everyone under the water, right now," he called out commandingly.
"You guys need a little cooling off.  Not you, Karen."

I stepped back, but each of the boys was required to stand in the 
cold shower for a couple of minutes.

"There, that should do it," he said.

I giggled; their cocks were harder than ever, and purple.  Mr.
Roquette shut off the water, but didn't dismiss the boys; they stood
shivering in the shower room.

"Now, what was going on?" he demanded.  "Don't you think it's
difficult enough for her to have to attend school naked, without being
molested in the locker room?"

"She was... doing it... willingly," one of the boys protested,
shivering.  "She said she was horny!"

"Is that true?" he asked me.

I blushed and nodded.

"How was I supposed to know that?"  He glared at me, then at the boys.
"Well, go get dressed.  You have to get to your next classes!"

"Can you turn the water on again so I can finish my shower?" I asked
Mr. Roquette.  I was still covered with soap.

He turned  the water on, then watched me finish my shower.  A couple
of the guys were still watching, too.  "Well, go get dressed!" he told
them.  You have to get to your next classes!"

I toweled off in the locker room, then put my shoes and socks back on
and without further incident, I went to my biology class.

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