Erica’s Dream

 

by AMERICAN COWBOY

 

I had only put my head down for a second, when I felt someone gently
shaking my shoulder. It was the middle of Science class and all I wanted
to do was drift through the period undisturbed. I mean, I was sitting on
a stool behind one of the lab stations all the way in the back of the
classroom. Hardly anyone could notice you back here. The other poor
souls who arrived late, or those who cared about cell division and
mitosis and meiosis, could find seating accommodations in more
conventional desk-chairs toward the front of the room. That’s why I
always made a point to show up early, and a grab a spot distant and
far-removed from the teacher’s dull lessons.

 

The shaking of my shoulder was more persistent, I was forced to
acknowledge the blonde haired girl sitting on the stool next to me.

 

“Hey,” she whispered, “aren’t you Erica?”

 

“Yes, that’s me. You’re new here, aren’t you…”

 

“Oh, I’ve heard so much about you!”

 

This caught me off-guard, and I have to admit, I was starting to think
she was a little too nosey for my tastes. But she was certainly feeling
quite chatty.

 

“You’re the one who streaked the football game!”

 

Now I know she was definitely too nosey! I didn’t even know her name.
I’ve only seen her in class the past couple of days. Someone mentioned
that her family just moved into town; the dad got a job transfer or
something like that.

 

“What was it like?” she was continuing. “Did you lose a bet? I can’t
imagine what it would be like to be naked in front of all those people!
I heard you were completely, totally, utterly nude!”

 

Enough already! I thought to myself. I didn’t really care for the
stirring of those memories, or the stirring I felt suddenly in my loins.
I just blurted out, “It was pretty weird.”

 

There was a moment of silence between the two of us. I glanced around to
notice most of the other students idly scribbling notes as Mr. George
wrote on the blackboard. Maybe I should have been paying more attention
in class. I didn’t really feel like taking notes, though. For some
reason, I quietly kicked off a sneaker.

 

“My name is Trudy,” said the girl sitting next to me.

 

I absent-mindedly slipped off the other sneaker, then turned to face the
girl. “Hello, Trudy. So how do you like our school so far?”

 

She wore glasses, but they were pretty fashionable, so she didn’t look
like a nerd or a geek. She was kind of cute too, with her blonde hair
done up in ringlets. Tapping a pencil against her chin thoughtfully,
Trudy replied, “It’s been pretty dull so far. Not a lot of interesting
people. But then I heard about you.”

 

I think I must have blushed. My feet in their socks curled around one of
the rungs of the stool. “What else have you heard about me?”

 

“Well,” the girl whispered confidentially, “Not that there have been a
lot of eye-witnesses, but I’ve heard some kids say you try to get naked
in class!”

 

“What?” I rubbed my neck as I flushed with embarrassment. I knew my body
was heating up. I shouldn’t pursue this conversation. Still, I found
myself explaining, “That’s not exactly true.”

 

“Oh,” Trudy murmured, a bit disappointedly. A few a moments of uneasy
quiet lapsed between us. You could feel the air thick with possibility.
I was getting wet. Just as I was about to place my hand lightly on my
crotch, Trudy took hold of my wrist. “You know, we are perfectly
concealed behind this lab station, Erica!”

 

We? I began to wonder what she was thinking. Perhaps she had thoughts of
joining me on these daring escapades. Or maybe she had the same longings
and unexplainable urges, to try it for herself…

 

“You know, you could peel off your socks right now, and no one would be
the wiser!”

 

“This is true,” I nodded. And furthermore, to make the point, I reached
an arm down casually, sliding the ankle sock off with my fingers. Next,
I lifted my other foot slightly, enough to pull the sock off from the
toe. Giggling, I balled them up and tossed them at Trudy.

 

“Wow… barefoot in Science class. You are so cool!”

 

I blushed all over at her admiration. But then modestly, I reflected,
“It’s not that much, really. I mean, it’s not like I’m sitting here
without my pants on!”

 

We both giggled. Amid the scratching of pens in notebooks and the squeak
of chalk upon the blackboard, I bit my lip. Trudy looked at me shrewdly
and said, “So go ahead… no one will see.”

 

“Trudy, I can’t”

 

“Come on, Erica. There’s nothing else going on… it will be fun. Besides,
I want to see for myself. Please… take off your pants…”

 

I looked around, and of course all we could see were the backs of heads
in front of us. Even the teacher was facing the front of the room as he
continued his lecture. With my thumb, I snapped open the button on my
jeans. Then, I carefully lowered the zipper so as not to make a sound.
Trudy muffled a cough and strategically crumpled some paper, which
allowed me to wriggle the fabric down my legs without too much
commotion. Our hands hidden behind the large wooden table, I passed the
article of clothing to Trudy.

 

“Oh,” she gasped, her eyes shining with pride. “You’ve got nice legs…”

 

But I wasn’t done yet. This girl had been curious about the rumors and
stories she had heard. She wanted to satisfy her curiosity. Well, I
wanted to be satisfied! The look of expectant hope in her eyes had
pushed me over the edge.

 

I lifted my butt ever so slightly off the seat of the stool, and slowly
peeled my panties down my hips. My fingers trembled, my heart was
racing. I could feel that intoxicating sensation of butterflies in my
tummy. A quick look up at Trudy found her speechless, an open-mouthed
grin on her face. That was all I needed to see, and I let my underwear
slip lower and lower to fall completely off my feet. I wiggled my toes
appreciatively.

 

My friend wasted no time bending down to retrieve the discarded panties.
I noticed as she lifted her head back up, she paused to look at my naked
pussy. I thought she was going to blow on it. That sent a shiver down my
spine!

 

“Are you… are you wearing a bra underneath that shirt?” she asked,
sounding like a child dearly wishing for a favorite dessert.

 

Now I had to be careful. This little show was only for the two of us. I
mean, this was so totally different than the times Lisa would strip me
against my will. Well, maybe not completely against my will, but at
least this time, I was in control of the situation. Besides, the thrill
of being bottomless in the middle of Science class was exquisite. So I
spread my legs a little further (I just hoped the aroma of my juices
didn’t give me away) as I proceeded to slide off the stool. I turned
around, squatting just behind the lab station. It was about four feet
high and just as wide, with cabinets on both sides. From this position,
I was entirely out of view with the rest of the oblivious class in front
of us.

 

I took a deep breath, and then pulled my T-shirt over my head. For a
minute, as my head was wrapped in the cotton material, I had the
panicked thought, “What if someone comes back here and catches me?” But
as I pulled my arms free of the shirt, I could hear the teacher going on
and on, as though nothing was amiss. I clutched the last item of my
clothing briefly to my chest, before offering it to Trudy as though it
were a present.

 

“Oh my God,” she whispered excitedly, “You are so naked! I would never
have the guts to do what you just did! You’re incredible, Erica…”

 

I smiled at the praise, and inadvertently let my hand graze a protruding
nipple. I was toying with the idea of masturbating myself right here,
but then thought better of it. Trudy might get the wrong idea.

 

She leaned back a little, still holding my stuff in her lap. With a
devilish smile she asked, “So are you going to return to your seat?”

 

No, I shook my head. For some reason, I was finding it hard to speak.
The cool floor on the balls of my feet was pleasant, and I rubbed my
bare back against the smooth wood cabinet doors.

 

“Come on,” Trudy pleaded. “What good is it if you just crouch down there
hiding for the rest of the period? You can at least take your seat, even
if only for a minute. No one is looking.”

 

Shivering a little, I rubbed my arms deciding whether I should be so
bold. I mean, if I sat back on the stool, everything above my navel
would be visible. People would be able to see my tiny tits hanging out.
Of course, I could prop up a book or something. But my sleeveless arms
and exposed shoulders might give me away. Or would it? How likely was it
that Mr. George would remember what I was wearing!

 

I motioned for Trudy to open up our Science textbook and stand it up on
the counter-top so it would shield me. This, she did gleefully, almost
squealing with delight. With the book in place, and at a nod from my
friend, I gradually stood, and propped myself up on the stool, enjoying
the contact of leather cushion on my bare bottom.

 

The two of us shared a secret look. This was delicious beyond all I had
ever imagined! I was sitting as casual as anything in the middle of
class, stark naked as the day I was born! Trudy gave me an indulgent
smile, drinking in my total nudity. I even jokingly flipped my hair
back, acting nonchalant, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

 

“Erica!” the voice of the science teacher cut clear across the room.

 

My heart stopped beating for a moment, I nearly screamed in surprise.
Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to dive back down behind the lab
station, just as the textbook collapsed on the tabletop.

 

“Erica,” Mr. George repeated, “Please come to the front of the classroom.”

 

“I… I can’t,” I managed to squeak helplessly. I was too frazzled to ask
Trudy to give back my clothing. Fortunately, she did think of a way to
try to help, and answered on my behalf.

 

“I’m sorry, Mr. George, but Erica lost her…pen, and she’s looking for it
on the floor.”

 

“That’s all right, she doesn’t need a pen to work at the board.” My
teacher was adamant. “Erica, please come to the front of the class.”

 

Trudy, however, remained steadfast. “Really, Mr. George… Erica can’t go
right now.”

 

“Ladies, I do not have time for your silly games. Why on earth can’t
Erica come up here?”

 

“Because she’s naked!”

 

Oh my God, why did Trudy have to say that! And here I was thinking she
was a true companion. But what Mr. George said next, startled me even more.

 

“That’s not a problem. In fact, it will help with today’s lesson. Erica,
I am giving you three seconds to march yourself up to the front of the
room.”

 

 

On one hand, I could continue to cower on the floor and my teacher would
probably come back here and discover me in such a state. He would be
upset at the disturbance, and drag me through the class, maybe even take
me all the way to the principal’s office… without wearing a stitch! That
would be so humiliating! On the other chance, I could do what he said,
walk down the aisle of desks, while exposing my nude body to my classmates…

 

Numbly, I rose to my bare feet. I was so embarrassed. I just looked
straight ahead, ignoring the students craning their necks to get a
better view.

 

“Very good, Erica. Now please hurry, the period is half over.”

 

Despite his instructions, I moved slowly as I maneuvered myself around
the lab station. Part of me was struggling to will my legs to take each
step. Yet another part of me wanted to savor this brazen display,
basking in the feel of all those eyes on my unclothed form. There may
have been some whistles, some snickering, a few compliments or even a
less than flattering remark. I don’t know. As I gingerly pressed
forward, I subconsciously draped an arm over my chest, and placed a hand
palm downward over my bald pussy. There was nothing I could do to
conceal my little bottom.

 

I walked that way the length of the classroom, all the way to the front
of the room, until I stood at the side of Mr. George. My eyes remained
fixed on the blackboard just a foot or two in front of my nose.

 

“You will note, class,” the teacher began, “what we have here is a model
of a healthy 17 year old young woman. She is a little under the average
height for a person of her gender and age, but observe the weight
displacement of her posterior. It is well-shaped, with no more fat than
to be expected.”

 

Did my teacher just say I have a nice ass?

 

“Over all, from behind it appears she is in perfect proportion for a
young lady of her slight frame. You will note the curvature of her
spine, which is good, although suggests a little too much slouching.
Erica, you should try to sit up straight more often.”

 

This was so embarrassing. Not only was I standing in front of my class
with my butt completely on display, but I had to endure a lecture about
my posture and bad seating habits! I clutched my private parts with both
hands.

 

“Now, Miss, if you will just step up onto this empty desk… please turn
around. I think class, you will find this most interesting.”

 

Utterly mortified, I still did what the teacher said. I even gave him
one hand as I steadied myself first on the chair, and then climbed all
the way onto the desk surface. The soles of my feet stuck to the top, so
I didn’t feel like I was going to fall. Mr. George released my hand,
which I promptly used to place over the other one clamped in front of my
snatch. I looked out upon the sea of faces, and noted that everyone in
the classroom now had an unobstructed view of me, from the top of my
hair, down to my delicate toes.

 

“Place your hands at your side, Erica.”

 

“Yes, Mr. George,” I found myself answering in addition to following his
commands. I now stood with all of my… with everything out in the open.

 

A large man, in height and girth, the teacher wore a jovial expression
as he continued to address the class. I bet he never had something like
this written in his lesson plan!

 

“Now you can see that Erica, usually a fair-skinned girl, has developed
a wide spread of rosy-pink coloring on her cheeks, her neck, and all the
way down her torso. She is blushing in embarrassment, which is a healthy
and normal reaction given the circumstances. As more blood races closer
to the surface of her skin, her heart is beating faster than its normal
rate.

 

“If you will focus your attention on her breasts, you will discover that
they are a little underdeveloped for someone of Erica’s age. However,
given her height and weight, they are not altogether disproportionate
with the rest of her body. In fact, you will notice the symmetrical
swell and general healthy color of the areola. But what is truly
fascinating is the sensitive mass of tissues known as the nipple.
Observe how on each breast, the nipple is extended nearly a full inch
and is hard to the touch.”

 

I think I heard a voice say something about poking an eye out. Closing
my own eyes, I could feel myself getting damper by the minute as the
teacher went on about my titties.

 

“The erection of Erica’s nipples is a clear sign of her arousal. Now
again, this is not unusual at all, considering the circumstances,
especially at this stage of a young woman’s budding sexuality. Let us
further explore, and since our class topic is human reproduction, the
region associated with female reproduction. Erica, please move your legs
a little further apart. Thank you.

 

“The vulva is referred to as the outer lips of the vagina, the opening
orifice, which you can see is quite engorged. This extreme puffiness is
another characteristic of Erica’s heightened arousal. There is also a
considerable amount of moisture, the natural lubrication that is quite
necessary to facilitate sexual intercourse… Tommy, stop snickering! If
you are not mature enough to handle this subject, you can just leave
right now!”

 

Oh my God, I can’t believe my pussy is now the subject of class
discussion! It’s like being the main course on a menu! I could not help
but imagine my little cunt being licked and played with… God, where were
these thoughts coming from?

 

“Yes, that’s right, Suzy,” the teacher was continuing. “Normally there
would be a tuft of pubic hair surrounding the vagina. Clearly, Erica has
shaved it all off, leaving the pink flesh smooth and completely visible.
That is a bit deviant, but not an entirely unheard of practice. For our
purposes, it will make the examination of her inner vagina easier.

 

“Now, Erica, if you would please use your fingers to gently spread open
your vulva.”

 

What I really wanted was to jam my fingers inside my steaming slit! But
if this only prolonged the experience, drawing out what would be the
ultimate conclusion, then my two forefingers were all too eager to pull
apart the soft flesh of my outer pussy.

 

“Behold, class… this is truly remarkable. Typically found atop the
conjunction of the labia, or inner lips, the clitoris is the most
sensitive part of the female body. It exists purely for granting sexual
pleasure and heightening the enjoyment of intercourse. Now normally the
clitoris is difficult to see, even further hidden from view by folds of
skin, its small fleshy hood…”

 

My clit! He’s talking about my clit in front of the entire class! And
not just talking about it, he has me standing her bare-ass naked with my
legs apart and lips spread open… they can see my clitoris poking out!

 

“When a woman is aroused, one can find the clitoris will increase in
size and grow erect. Even then, it is a rather small organ. But in
Erica’s case, her clitoris is in plain view. I could even flick it back
and forth with my finger, like a light switch. In scientific terms, we
would say that this young lady’s clitoris displays hyperextension. That
is not an uncommon occurrence for someone who engages in frequent and
intense masturbation. Now, now class… that is still quite normal, even
healthy, for a girl of Erica’s age. Well, maybe just a little excessive.”

 

Someone in the back of the class raised his hand and asked what would
happen if Mr. George actually touched my clitoris!

 

“Besides being arrested and thrown in jail,” the science teacher
chuckled, “it would most certainly trigger an intense orgasm.”

 

I moved my left hand up to one of my breast in order to pinch the
nipple. The other hand, I continued to use my index and middle fingers
to keep open my lips, exposing my most intimate bits to everyone.
Turning to Mr. George, I asked in an almost pleading voice, “Would…
would it be helpful if I demonstrated an orgasm for the class?”

 

Shaking his head, he answered, “No, Erica, I don’t believe that would be
necessary…” There was a collective moan from the class, who apparently
wanted to see me get myself off. “Well, all right, I suppose you do need
to find some relief. Now class, bear in mind that Erica has been
subjected to a considerable ordeal of shame and arousal. Her body is hot
to the touch, her nipples and clitoris are erect, and she is, ah,
lubricating herself quite freely. In such a state, her orgasm is
imminent and should be powerful.”

 

I was so unbelievably horny, I just started fingering myself right
there. I moaned audibly through my closed mouth, although soon my tongue
was out, licking my top teeth. I probed my tender slit as deep as I
could to savor the juices running down my hand… while the other hand
kept pulling on my left breast and tweaking the nipple. I got into a
rhythm and bucked my hips, tapping my button rapidly now. In and out my
fingers slid, rubbing my pussy furiously. I held nothing back as I made
all sorts of lewd, sexual sounds. The first wave of orgasm crashed over
me, and sent me to a sitting position on the desk. This was great… I
raised my legs spread eagle, while I continued to play with myself. The
next convulsion was even more intense as I writhed and buckled, grinding
my pussy into my palm. With the third orgasm, I came like I had never
before in my life…

 

The feel of someone shaking my shoulder woke me from the daydream. My
pants were undone, my hand snaked inside the crotch of my panties. It
was the curly-haired blonde girl with glasses shaking my other shoulder.

 

“Hey, you better slow down there… you look like you’re about to have an
orgasm in the middle of class! Now that would be embarrassing.”

 

I looked at the girl and groaned, then put my head back down.

 

THE END