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Subject: {ASSM} Karen naked in school -- Friday, part 2 of 3
Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 03:10:02 -0400
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At some point, I was slumped against the couch on my knees.  "It's
over, Karen," one of the guys told me.  "Come on, you have to get to
school!  You should take a shower first, though."

"What time is it?" I asked.

It was about 9:45; I had 20 minutes to get to school.  He helped me to
my feet and I found it was Jack who had spoken.

"Are you all right?" he asked me, a little anxiously.

"Oh, sure!"  I smiled at him.  "It was... quite an experience," I
said.

"Come on and get in the shower," he urged me, and I hurried to the
bathroom.  I showered hurriedly, then stepped out.  A couple of the
guys had towels in their hands; I shrugged and smiled and let them
towel me off.  I combed my hair straight; it was still wet.  I then 
hurried outside and got my shoes and socks back on.  Roger was 
waiting outside; he walked to the high school with me. 

"Do you mind... this morning?" he asked me anxiously.

I tried to look serious, but then giggled.  "It was very exciting!" I
told him.  "Some of it was more adventurous than I might have done
voluntarily.  And I'm a little sore now!  But it was a lot of fun
overall," I reassured him.  "Um... do I have any bruises or anything?"

"Not at all," he said, looking me over.  "Are you sure it was okay?"

I smiled at him.  "I'm sure!  I had a *great* time," I told him.  "But
it's sweet of you to ask.  Thanks, Roger!"

"You're so pretty, so nice and such a great sport about everything.
Thanks for all of that!"  He smiled at me.

He had to go one way and I had to go the other.  I gave him a warm
hug, then walked up toward the high school.  Several other kids saw me
and came toward me, grinning.  I was bare naked except for shoes and
socks, of course, but not all that embarrassed about it, especially 
not after all that had happened that morning.

"Hi!" I said, smiling at them.

"Hi, Karen!" one of the guys said, and a few others joined in.

"You look more comfortable with not having clothing than you have the
rest of the week," one of the girls observed.

"It's my last day!" I said.  "I'm going to try to relax and enjoy it
today, as much as I can!  That's why I didn't even wear clothes to
school this morning."

"I noticed that," another guy said.  "Nice touch, Karen!"

"Thanks!"  I giggled.  "I'm glad you like it this way!"

Since school had been delayed, my first class on Friday was gym.  We
were going to be in the pool again.  I hurried down to the guy's locker 
room, anxious not to be late, and left my shoes and socks.  The few
guys who were running a little late, like me, grinned at me, and we
walked out to the pool together.

I was not self-conscious at all, I realized.  I felt fine as I stepped
out in front of the rest of the class.  I smiled at Mr. Roquette.  He
looked surprised, but nodded to me, indicating I should take my place
in the lineup against the wall.  The straggler guys did the same.

Mr. Roquette looked along the row of people.  "I think everyone's here
now," he said.  "We're going to do something a little different in the
pool today.  I think it's time for everyone to try skinny dipping.
Starting right... now... you all have 5 minutes to get your swimsuits
off and then to get into the water."

I felt shocked for a minute, then I felt elated.  I giggled, looking
around at my embarrassed classmates.

A couple of the boys took their suits off immediately, leaving them on
the deck, and jumped into the water.  The rest were looking at each
other, or at the floor, and not moving at all.

"Four minutes!" Mr. Roquette announced.  "Come on, it's a class
assignment."

A few of the girls huddled together, then took off their swimsuits,
and leapt hastily into the water.  A couple more guys joined them.

"3 minutes!  You haven't got much time," Mr. Roquette advised the
rest.

At that point, most of them bit their lips and removed their
swimsuits, and were in the water before another minute passed.

"2 minutes!"

"Come on, you guys," I urged them.  "It's not a big deal.  Everyone
has to do it."

"1 minute!"  Everyone had complied with his directive except one
stubborn looking boy and two very nervous girls.  The boy suddenly
tossed off his suit and dove into the water.  I jumped in, too; Mr.
Roquette had said we had to be in the water, and I made sure I was in
before the 5 minutes was up.

One of the remaining girls made it.  The other was blushing hard and
wailing; still wearing her suit.  "I just can't!" she said tearfully.
Her name was Melanie.  She was petite, dark haired and very pretty.
I felt some sympathy for her, but also some impatience.  Why was she
any better than the rest of us?

Mr. Roquette looked at her sadly, and shook his head.  He stepped over
to her, then grabbed her firmly by the arm.  "A couple of you guys can
come and help," he said over his shoulder, and four of them eagerly
pulled themselves out of the water.

"What are you going to do?" she demanded, then tried to pull away from
him.  It didn't do her any good; Mr. Roquette was much stronger.  She
struggled for a minute or two longer, then the boys converged around
her and Mr. Roquette.  A moment later, one of them held out her top,
and another showed that he had her swimsuit bottom.  Blushing
fiercely, Melanie was held by her arms facing the rest of us,
completely bare.  The guys all cheered, and so did a few of the girls.

"Miss Horton will be attending classes unclothed for today," Mr.
Roquette announced.  "You can pick up your clothes from me at the end
of the day, Miss Horton.  You are not allowed to cover any of yourself 
from view for the rest of the day, and must consider yourself on display 
for anyone so desiring.  You're allowed two breaks to go to the 
bathroom, for no more than 5 minutes each.  You may be required by 
teachers to participate in classroom lessons, as directed by the teacher."

The class cheered again.  She was subject to the same rules as me, I
noticed.  The boys let her go, and she quickly dove into the water.

"Mr. Roquette?" a girl asked.  She was Gloria Matthews, treasurer of
the student council.

"Yes, Miss Matthews?"

"Shouldn't you be naked, too?" she wanted to know.  

I giggled, so did most of the girls.

"Sure," he said casually, and removed his swimsuit.  He smiled at us,
not at all uncomfortable with being naked.

"You may have noticed some changes around school recently," he began.
The class laughed.  "We're encouraging students to be more carefree
about their bodies.  We're selectively picking a few female students
and requiring them to attend classes in the nude, and this is something 
we'll continue to do throughout the year.  Miss Wagner --"  He nodded
to me, and I blushed as everyone looked at me.  "-- was one of the first 
of these, but all of you young ladies will be doing the same thing
eventually.

"Girl's athletic events are all conducted in the nude this year.  
Cheerleaders at tonight's football game will perform without clothing as 
well.

"Ladies are not required to wear anything at all, either in school 
or outside of it, according to a recently enacted law.  How many of
you have taken advantage of that, other than as required?"

A few girls raised their hands, including me.

"I've been running in the nude down country roads," one girl admitted.

"My mother and I went shopping in the nude.  We got a 20% discount on
everything we bought, 10% for each of us," Gloria Matthews related.
"It was kind of fun!"

"The manager at the restaurant where I work offered double pay for any
girls who would wait tables naked.  I didn't do it, but the two girls
who did were getting great tips.  I might try it this weekend,"
another girl said shyly.

Mr. Roquette nodded cheerfully.  "This class is called 'gym', but it's 
real name is 'physical education'," he went on.  "We teach you about
sports, and athletics, and getting your body to perform.  But we also
want to teach you to be comfortable with yourselves, and with other
people.  Gym class is going to be clothing-optional for the rest of
the year.  Fridays are going to be mandatory nude days, though.  And
we're going to quit designating locker rooms as 'male' and 'female'.
You can all freely go in either one, and you will all be expected to
be friendly and cooperative with people of the opposite sex who are
using the locker room you're in."

That was going to be interesting, I thought.

"For today, we're going to have a sort of casual day in the pool.  You
all have to stay in the pool.  We won't have any specific lessons.
Instead, you're all invited and encouraged to explore each other's
bodies in any way you like.  Please cooperate with your classmates,
and please feel free to expect them to cooperate with you as well."

"Hi, baby," I heard from behind me.  It was Scott.  I'd dated him for
a little while earlier in the year, but he was a little pushy and it
hadn't lasted long.  "Put your hands on top of your head for me, will
you?"

"Uh, Hi, Scott."  I blushed a little, but did as he directed me.  He
smiled and put both hands on my chest, feeling my breasts.  "Remember
when I wanted you to do that a couple of months ago, and you wouldn't?"
he reminded me, grinning.  "You've come a long way since then."

"I guess so."  He made me feel pretty uncomfortable.

"Look right into my eyes," he said.  I obeyed, blushing.  He grinned,
stroking my chest firmly.  "You're reacting," he observed.  "See?  You
should have taken off your clothes and let me do it to you in August.
It feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

"Hey, Steve!"  It was one of the girls.  "Move your feet apart so I
can feel between your legs."

I giggled as he complied, then she reached from behind and squeezed
his balls.  He yelped and let go of me, and wildly reached down to
grab her hand.

WHEET!  Mr. Roquette blew his whistle, and we all looked at him.  He
pointed to Steve and the girl.  "No interfering with her examination,
Mr. Davidson," he said sternly.  

The girl giggled, and Steve nodded sheepishly.  He put his hands on
his head and she resumed squeezing his balls, making him cringe and
gasp.  I took the opportunity to escape; I dove underwater and came up
next to another guy who was feeling up a different girl.  Gloria
Matthews was the victim this time.  The guy was named Dennis
McFarlane.

I giggled.  "Spread 'em, Mister, and lean forward."

"Thanks!" Gloria said, stepping away but watching.  

Dennis moved his legs apart and leaned forward nervously.  "W-what are
you going to do?" he asked.

"Put your hands on the side and move your legs back as far as you can
without falling," I told him.

He did so.  Gloria giggled.

I moved in behind him, forcing his legs a little wider apart, then
slid my middle finger into his anus and wiggled it around.  He gasped
and lurched, and I slid my finger out, then pushed it in again.  I did
it a few more times, then left him there, rinsing my finger off in the
water.

Gloria grinned.  "Nice job!  He was hurting me, pinching my nipples so
hard."  We both glanced over at him.  He was standing against the side
of the pool, and his erection was visible above the surface of the
water.

"Hi, ladies," a guy said, putting his arm around me.  He had the other
around Gloria.  It was one of the guys who'd helped undress me outside
a couple of days before.

"Hi, Roland," Gloria said with a nervous smile.  "Which of us did you
want?"

He shrugged and put a hand on each of our chests.  "Why not both?" he
asked, stroking us casually.  "Hey, Mr. Roquette!  Is it all right if
I examine these two girls together for a little while?"

"That's fine," Mr. Roquette nodded.  "We only have about 20 minutes
left before we hit the showers, though."

Roland grinned.  "Thanks!"  He looked at each of us.  "Two pretty
girls.  Hmm.  I'd like to see you rub against each other and kiss each
other, please."

We both blushed really hard.  I'd never even considered such a thing!
Apparently, neither had Gloria.

"Rub your nipples together first," Roland said.

We both knew we had to do it.  We looked miserably at each other, but
put our hands on each other's shoulders and moved our chests until we
were touching each other.  We rubbed against each other, very lightly.

"Now a hot kiss," he said, grinning.

Again, we *had* to.  Gloria told me later she was conscious of what
had happened with Melanie.  I was afraid there might be other
punishments for uncooperative students, especially the girls.  We
pulled together, and kissed on the lips.

"Keep doing it, and rub your chests together, and feel each other's
behinds," Roger ordered.  "Be *really* friendly with each other."

We did it.  I blushed hotly; it felt good, and my body was responding.
So was Gloria's; she moaned and pushed against me eagerly, and we
rubbed against each other.

WHEET!  "Time for showers," Mr. Roquette announced.  Gloria and I
looked at one another and sheepishly started to pull waay from each 
other, suddenly conscious that the whole class were watching us.

I felt a yank of my hair.

"Owww!" Gloria protested.

"See you later, ladies," Roland said, and left us.  Our hair was
knotted together!

"Come back here!" I yelled desperately.

"What's the problem?" Mr. Roquette asked.  "Oh.  Now I see.  Your hair
is tied together, isn't it?"

"Can you help us?" Gloria pleaded with him.

"I can try.  Stay still."  He took a few minutes to do it, but finally
unknotted our hair, allowing us to get apart from each other.

"Thanks!" we both said.

"Better hurry," he advised us.  "You need showers.  You'll both have
to go to class naked if you don't have time to get dressed."

That was no big deal for me, but Gloria dashed into the girl's locker 
room.  I went into the guy's locker room and took a shower.  I
giggled; there weren't as many guys as usual, and there were a few
girls, pulling their clothes out of a big rolling basket and getting
dressed.

The bell rang; we had 10 minutes to get to our next class.  I found my
shoes and socks and put them on.

"Have you seen my clothes in here?" Gloria asked desperately, running
into the guy's locker room wrapped in a towel.  "Hey!  That's *my*
bra!"

"We haven't got time to be picky!" the girl who had her bra protested.
"Just find something to wear.  Do you want to go to classes naked?"
She pulled on a shirt, then hurried out of the locker room.

Gloria looked in the basket; there was little left.  She pulled out a
bra that was too small for her, and a pair of shorts that were way too
big.  "The guys must have stolen some of the clothes," she said,
swallowing.

One of the guys, just getting dressed, nodded.  "Some of the girls'
clothes got locked in lockers," he said.

The 5 minute bell rang.  Mr. Roquette came through.  "Off to class,
everyone!" he said.  "There's no more time for getting dressed, Miss
Matthews.  I'm sorry about that.  Leave the towel."

"You'll live, Gloria," I told her encouragingly, as she looked
dismayed.  She left her towel on the bench, and had to step out of the
locker room, wearing nothing at all.  Melissa came out, too, at the
last possible minute, also naked, of course.  I was the most dressed
of the three of us.  I had my shoes and socks.

We walked together down the hallway.  We got to Gloria's classroom
first, then mine.  "See you later, Melanie!" I said, smiling at her.
"Just... take it easy and enjoy it as much as you can," I advised her.

"Thanks," she gulped.  I heard cheering and applause as she went into
her class.

I got to biology just as the bell rang.  I kicked my shoes and socks
off by the door, and took my seat in front of the class.  Miss Hooker
was over by her desk.  She went over to the door and pressed a button,
then went back to her desk and began taking off her clothes.

"Are you teaching in the nude again today?" one of the boys asked her
cheerfully.

She nodded, blushing, but then smiled.  "I'd like to ask all the girls
to remove their clothing at this time, please, and put it in this
box."

I looked at her, surprised.  Two classes in a row... but this time,
just the girls.

"Never mind trying to leave, ladies," Miss Hooker said, smiling,
standing in her bra and panties.  "The door is locked from the inside
until the bell rings."  She continued to undress, and put her clothes
in the box she'd designated.

I watched, amused, as the other girls slowly complied.

"The last one to have her clothes off and in the box will get a special 
place in today's lesson," Miss Hooker said, as only a few girls had gotten more
than their shoes off.  "I suggest you move along, ladies."

Several of the girls looked around, and they began hurrying, noticing 
they were lagging behind other girls.  One boldly came up and dropped
her clothes in the box, smiling at me and at Miss Hooker.  Then a
couple more girls came up together and nervously put their clothes in.

"You want us to take off *everything*?" one girl asked, just starting
to slide her pants down.

"EVERYthing," Miss Hooker nodded.  "Just like Karen and I."

I noticed my shoes over by the door, and went to put them in the box.

Finally, all the girls were naked, and the last one had put her clothes
in the box.

"Oh, no, I'm last!" she said, swallowing hard.

Miss Hooker smiled.  "That's right, Maggie.  Please go pick one of the
guys to work with."  She picked up the box full of clothes, and took
it over by the door, then knocked.  A couple of guys came in, looked
around the room, smiling, and then left with the box.

Maggie uncertainly went over to Craig. She'd had a crush on him for a
year.  I wasn't surprised at her choice.  Craig was, though.  She took 
him by the hand and he came up to the front of the class with her.

"Today, we're going to practice some of the devices we learned about
yesterday," Miss Hooker explained.  "Craig, pick a nice collar for
Maggie, please."

Craig went over to the table, which had the same amazing assortment of
sex toys as yesterday, and picked up a pink collar,then came over and
put it on her.  Maggie blushed hard but didn't object or try to stop
him.

Craig was then allowed to pick straps, and to bind Maggie helplessly
to a set of rings along the wall.  She was facing the wall, with her
arms above her head, her feet wide apart, standing straight.

"If you can get away, you can be finished and go get dressed, Maggie,"
Miss Hooker told her.  Maggie struggled hard, but was completely
unable to free herself.  The class chuckled at her futile efforts.

"I guess you can do anything you'd like with her, Craig," Miss Hooker
said, smiling.  "Anything you want that you can do in class."

"Anything?"  He looked over at the table, then back at Maggie.

"Please don't hurt me!" Maggie begged piteously.  "I'll do anything
you say!"

"You other girls can pick a guy to go with if you wish," Miss Hooker
smiled.  "Guys, once a girl picks you, you can collar her, tie her up,
or use any of the devices on the table."

Linda went immediately to her boyfriend, Brett.  Sue went to Tim,
nervous and blushing but sure of her choice.

"No one else wants to submit themselves to any of the guys?" she asked
the girls.

"Do you mean me, too?" I asked her.

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