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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 6 of 44
Summary: Rachel's spiral of arousal and embarrassment continues with
school pride day.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Rachel clumsily walked to her first class without incident.  The rowdy
atmosphere in the crowded halls provided plenty of other distractions, but
Rachel turned lots of heads as she passed.  When she got to her desk, she
hung her backpack behind her chair for extra cover.  After she sat down,
she looked herself over.  Several of the weak snaps in different places of
her warm-up had come loose.  It was like her jacket was disintegrating
around her.  As she quickly worked to reattach them she wondered if others
had seen anything they weren't supposed to.  She was so worried about her
state of dress she didn't hear a word of the lesson.
   Rachel decided as long as she was able to sit still in the chair, she
could get through class without flashing anything.  But all too soon, the
dreaded bell signaled time to walk to her next class.  This time a bee was
loose in one of the halls.  The other kids were waiving it away.  Rachel's
natural instinct was to squeal like the other girls and bat it away.  But
her outfit would not allow that.  She would rather get stung than make a
spectacle of her body.  It took an incredible amount of self control for
Rachel to keep her hands down and calmly walk past; a small reminder that
the slightest lapse in concentration would result in embarrassing exposure.
   By third period, Rachel was finally starting to get comfortable.  She
noticed how many boys looked at her as she walked the halls.  She didn't
mind the attention since she felt covered.  She did notice the
cheerleaders' outfits.  But every time she looked at one, she just got a
cold stare back.  In fact, not many of the girls gave her friendly looks.
Maybe it was the looks she was getting from their boyfriends.
   But the worst thing happened in fourth period math class just before
lunch.  Rachel wasn't really paying attention.  She kept looking over the
boys in her class.  They were all trying not to get caught looking at her.
She hated that she wasn't able to focus on the class.  She generally got
good grades in the past, but her outfit was never this much of a
distraction.
   **Is this what being boy crazy is like?
   She always made fun of the ditzy girls who only seemed interested in
attracting attention from cute boys.  Was she turning into one of those? 
She wasn't asking for the attention.  It was her body and her outfit.  She
was caught up in it all, and she wasn't normally this horny.  She thought
back to that morning and how she had been unable to finish her bate
session. She squeezed her legs together in the chair putting pressure on
her mound.
   **If I had only finished, I could concentrate.  That's my excuse.  Now
my stupid horny body won't let me think about anything else.  My throbbing
pussy was so close to...
   "...Rachel.  It's your turn." the teacher's voice broke her train of
thought.  There were math problems written on the board and the students
were taking turns solving them.  Rachel stood up and tried to smooth her
jacket down.  The extra height of her shoes put the angle of the seated
students just below her hemline.  She nervously walked to the board trying
not to flash anyone along the way.  The chitters of her classmates behind
her gave her little confidence that she was succeeding.
   It was a pretty simple algebra problem.  Since it was the second day of
school, the teacher was only trying to gauge the proficiency of her
students.  Rachel was good at math and had even seen this equation before.
It was only a matter of filling in the right numbers then she could sit
down.
   But Rachel's body was not cooperating.  It was determined to keep her
sexual needs front and center in her mind.  She stood there staring at the
problem with her backside to the class.  She had to keep shifting her
weight because of the shoes.  The numbers refused to have any meaning.  She
glanced back.  Every eye was on her.  A draft of warm air hit her feet and
rolled up her body.  It didn't stop when it reached her jacket but flowed
into every gap.  She felt it touch every inch and crevice of her naked body
underneath.  Her nipples responded immediately as an image flashed before
her eyes; Rachel ripping off her jacket in front of the class and bringing
herself to an explosive orgasm right there.
   She shivered though the draft wasn't cold.  Then the anger came. 
Indignant at her hormones, she forced herself to ignore the class behind
her and study the problem.
   **Come on girl.  All you have to do is start small.  Pick a simple
equation and build from there....That one.
   She saw an obvious blank that could be filled in.  After that the whole
solution would fall into place.  Rachel had conquered her embarrassment and
hormones, or so she thought.  As she reached up to fill in the first blank,
a laugh erupted from the class.  Without thinking, she had just pulled the
hem of her jacket up over her bare bottom.  Her tight ass was on full
display.  She pawed at her bottom trying not to turn around in the process
and show her aroused nudity, but the jacket wouldn't budge.  The hem had
caught on the loop of her belt.  The laughing continued as she fought with
the jacket and eventually got it back into a modest position.
   Once Rachel's exposure was over, the teacher calmed the class but it was
too late.  Rachel stood there for another minute then said "I don't know
the answer" and was mercifully allowed to sit down.  She was so upset.  The
exposure was one thing; a temporary embarrassment.  But she couldn't even
complete a simple math problem.  That only added to her fear of becoming a
mindless sex crazed animal.
   After class, news of Rachel's blackboard exposure spread into the lunch
room ahead of her.  She was hoping to find some other team members to eat
with.  She hadn't seen Ellie yet.  Maybe they could swap stories about
their morning.  She would even settle for Eric and Tommy just to see a
friendly face.  She was still angry at herself.  That's what prompted her
to lash out at her next encounter.
   Brenda the bully was more commonly referred to as Brenda the bitch, but
never to her face.  She was having a having a bad day.  Cheerleaders and
spirit squad pixies prancing around and club members flaunting their
uniforms made her sick.  She wanted to put them in their place.  She hated
everything about School Pride Day and made it her goal to make everyone
around her hate it just as much.
   While waiting in the lunch line Brenda saw her next target, a girl from
the varsity swim team.  One of her cronies had just told her about a
swimmer mooning her math class on accident.  After confirming that this was
the girl, Brenda was ready to play.
   "Hey swim slut, you should be careful swimming tonight.  I hear there's
a FULL MOON out."
   Rachel tried to ignore the taunt, but the Brenda the bully did not stop.
   "How did you make the team, by doing the HAND JOB STROKE on the coach?"
Brenda made a nasty gesture with her hand, "doing laps around his balls?"
   The blush under Rachel's warm-up mingled with the heat of anger.  She
was supposed to represent the swim team with pride.  She didn't have to
take this abuse.  In a flash of anger which she would later regret, she let
her own insult fly, "You COW!  The only laps you'll ever do are around your
pudding cups...bitch."
   The students around them went dead silent.  Brenda did not expect this
reaction.  Most students just took their punishment and moved along.  This
particular insult struck home in several ways.  Brenda did not exactly have
a body built for swimming.  In fact cow was a good description of her body
shape.  Her bullying could be attributed to low self esteem.  Worst of all,
she looked down at her tray where she had placed three pudding cups.
   Rachel didn't know what to do.  She wanted to apologize, but she knew
better than to engage a bully.  She spotted some guys from the swim team
and hurried over to their table.  Rachel knew she had survived the
encounter when Brenda left her tray and walked out of the cafeteria to lick
her wounds.  She lost her appetite after her teammates told her that she
had just stood up to a notorious bully known as Brenda the bitch.
   The afternoon classes dragged on for Rachel.  She still couldn't
concentrate on the lessons.  She was too excited to get to her first swim
practice.  She read over the email in her mind.  They were going to tour
the facilities and learn about the equipment.  She got her first homework
assignment in sixth period biology but wasn't worried.  She had the whole
weekend to complete it.
   She still hadn't seen Ellie.  Freshmen classes were in different area of
the school.  She wondered how Ellie was coping with her warm-up and suit.
It probably wasn't as bad as Rachel because Ellie had such a petite body
and small breasts.  But it would still be helpful to see someone sharing
the same ordeal.
   On the way to seventh period, Rachel's jacket snagged on an exposed
screw.  It didn't tear, but the snaps popped open all the way down one
side. The side of her breast and torso were exposed.  Fortunately, Rachel
was able to get un-snagged and slip into the nearby girl's restroom and
smile at the whole thing.  The constant reminder that she could be
completely naked in an instant was both thrilling and terrifying.
   Rachel finally saw Eric after seventh period.  It was so nice to see a
friendly face, she wanted to hug him but didn't because of her outfit. 
They talked briefly about their day.  She didn't tell him about the
exposure in math class or the screw on the wall.  If he had heard any
stories, he didn't tell her.  She appreciated him not bringing it up and
teasing her about it.  It would have been so easy; the old Eric would have
jumped all over it.  Maybe Eric had changed.  The bell for class rang and
they had to separate again.
   The final period flew by.  After seeing Eric and growing comfortable in
her warm-up, Rachel was free to daydream.  It was the last period on a
Friday after all.  They didn't expect kids to learn anything then.  When
the bell rang, her heart leapt.  She had survived School Pride Day with
only a few blunders.  She was truly proud of herself and her body as she
floated toward the aquatic center.  Very few students could have done what
she did today.  But what happened next turned her entire mood upside
down...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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